I work with a woman named Dana. Gorgeous! Close to six feet tall. Long blonde hair that ran down to the middle of her back and wrapped around a thin, friendly face. Piercing blue eyes and ruby red lips. Her curves would make a great road course. 36-24-34. Long, long legs. And every inch tanned to perfection. Her smile and laugh lit up any room when you were lucky enough to be there. She was also painfully shy. She was a wallflower. You could usually find her standing next to a wall unless she was in a very small group of very good friends. Once you cracked through that wall, you found the true Dana. She was also, for lack of a better term, a people pleaser. Not so much because she wanted to do whatever was asked of her, but because she didn't like conflict of any kind. I never saw her say no to anyone.
And dumber than a box of rocks.
After lots of flirtation -- and several sex-filled afternoons -- we started "dating" each other on a regular basis. We called each other "boyfriend" and "girlfriend". To her, she truly thought we had a future together. For me, she was a cum dumpster I could use anytime under the guise of being her boyfriend.
One Friday evening we were talking in the kitchen.
"Hey Dana, remember how you had mentioned you found the thought of a 'slave-master' relationship kind of interesting and exciting?"
"Oh! Yes, I recall that. Why?"
"I've given it some thought. Wanna give it a shot? We can try it for a few days and see how it goes."
Her face lit up. "Oooo, really? Ooo yay! This will be fun!"
My brain smiled. Fun. Yeah. "Okay, great. Let's set some ground rules. From now on you refer to me as 'Master'." She nodded. "Your new name is 'Cunt'."
Her eyebrows raised. "'Cunt'? I...I don't know..."
I waved my hand. "Okay, if you're gonna start questioning everything already then never mind."
"No no! Fine. My new name is 'Cunt'. Okay. What else?"
"What else...who?"
She thought for a second. "Oh! Master! What else, Master?" She smiled playfully.
"Okay. You will obey any and all requests from your Master. Any questioning or resistance of a request shall be met with punishment. You are my property. Your mind and body are my property. Got it?" She nodded. "You have no limitations. None. Your feelings, wants, and needs mean nothing. You are here to serve your Master. Those are the ground rules. Okay?" She nodded a little more hesitantly. I knew she was going to agree to everything. Like I said, she's a people pleaser to a fault. "Good. Okay. Rule #1, when you're in this house you'll be naked or wearing clothing of my choosing at all times. But we're going out right now. I've laid some clothes on the bed. Put only the clothing I've laid out on."
"Oh! Okay. So, we're starting now?" I nodded. "Where are we going?"
"Where are we going..."
"Master! Where are we going, Master?"
"Are you questioning already? Are we going to start punishment already?"
Her eyebrows raised. "Oh! No! I'm sorry." I tilted my head and furrowed my brow. It took her a second. "Master! I'm sorry, Master!"
"Now go get dressed. C'mon, let's go, Cunt!"
A few minutes later she came out of the bedroom. I nearly creamed my pants right there. She was wearing the tiniest tube top I could find, and it looked about 2 sizes too small. Her 36 inch bust was spilling out both top and bottom. She had a micro mini black leather skirt clinging for dear life to her hips. Her heart-shaped ass was nearly fully exposed and her shaved snatch was just barely hidden. Black pumps finished the ensemble.
"There...there weren't any panties."
"Exactly. Oh, here's one more thing." I walked towards her and clasped a metal choker around her neck. A name tag that said "CUNT" danged at her throat. "You're to wear this all day every day, in case you forget your name, Cunt. The only way to take it off is with a special tool that only I have."
"'Cunt'? I can't wear a name tag that says 'Cunt' to work!"
"Tsk tsk. Questioning again. You need to work on the whole slave-master thing, Cunt. Turn around and bend over."
Her hands went to her mouth. "Oh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Master!"
"Too fucking late. Maybe this will teach you to question your Master. Bend over, Cunt!"
She gasped when the cold metal of the butt plug touched her puckered hole. Her head snapped back and she barked "Oh shit!" when it shot past her sphincter and lodged itself there.
"The only reason this is to be removed is to use the bathroom. It'll remind you not to question your Master."
She hesitantly stood and nodded with tears beginning to well in her eyes. "Yes, Master."
*****
We got out of the car and walked deep into a darkened alley. "Where...where are we..." she started to ask nervously until I shot her a look. Suddenly, she recalled the butt plug and what happens when she asked questions.
"Okay, strip," I said when we came to a stop.
She looked up and down the alley. "I...I'm a little scared...Master."
"I could give a fuck. Strip, Cunt!" She quickly removed the clothing hand handed them to me. I startled her when I slapped handcuffs onto her wrists. "Okay, raise your arms." She slowly raised her hands. I slipped a chain around a pipe running along the side of the brick wall and secured it around the cuffs. "One last thing," I said just before I slipped a BDSM hood over her head. The only holes in it were for her nostrils. She was in complete darkness.
"Mar...Master! Master, this is...embarrassing. Somebody might see."
"I don't give a shit. You're about to learn that you're property to me. You'll do as I say when I say. Got it, Cunt?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered.
She gasped when I said, "I might have asked a couple of the guys to meet me here. Or it might be a couple of strangers. Regardless, no, every time we're all together, you'll wonder if it was one of them that saw you tonight," I chuckled as I walked away.
"Wait! Mark! I...I don't want to do this!"
"Ha! Too fucking bad, Cunt," I laughed as I walked away. When I got to the end of the alley Eric and Barry were anxiously waiting for me. "Okay, she's all set. Remember the rules! You can touch, suck, nibble all you want. Beat off and cover her in cum, I don't care. But no penetration. And no talking! I don't want her to know who it is. Got it?" They both nodded wide eyed. "If you break any of the rules you'll never touch her again. Understand?"
"Yes! Absolutely! No problem!" Eric said with excitement.
"Oh, man! I can't believe we're doing this! I've wanted to see her naked forever!" Barry chimed in.
"Okay, boys, she's all yours." It was like opening the gates at the Kentucky Derby. They raced down the alley to their waiting prey.
Dana's heart raced as she heard the footsteps grow closer until they stopped. "Okay...guys...I...I don't want to do this anymore." She heard the sound of two zippers. "Guys! What...what're you doing?! I...I don't...gah!" Her head snapped back when two sets of lips latched onto her stiff nipples. "Oh God! Eas...eas...easy on the nipples! Gah! They're...they're so sensitive! Ohmygawd!"
Who the fuck are these guys?! I...I can't believe Mark is doing this! That bastard!
Eric and Barry roamed her soft skin with one hand while they jerked off with the other. Barry was a little more tender, softly caressing her fleshy mound and skin. While Eric would occasionally release her nipple and slap her breast or roughly tweak a nipple. Knowing penetration wasn't allowed, the sound of Eric's hand slapping at her angry clit filled the alley with a PAP! PAP! PAP! Barry's hand ran across her toned ass when he felt a hard object. He peaked around and, when he saw the butt plug, couldn't help but lightly gasp. His mouth fell open. He got Eric's attention and directed his attention. His jaw dropped as well. The two fought back a laugh. Dana's body stiffened when she felt Barry grip the end and tugged on it.
"No! No, not that! That...that has to stay there! Oh!" she yipped when it popped out. "Gah!" Her back arched when he popped it back into place. Then he began to slide it in and out of her backside like a slow piston. "Oh! Oh fuck!" she moaned.
Dana's mind started to go blank while this went on for what felt like an eternity but was in actuality only a few minutes. Suddenly, the thrusting at her back door ceased. Barry buried the plug back into place and began to stroke himself hard and fast.
