Sexy, Svelt, and Singleminded

SEXY, SVELT, AND SINGLE MINDED

Suzy is a killer; good looks and a good body. I’ve told her she is sexy, svelte, and single minded and that she makes me crazy. She tells me she will do anything for me and is submissive by nature. In many respects that’s true but she does have a way of submitting on her terms. I can be quite dominate and she loves me for that. Also she seems to like the size and taste of my cock.

We will get married maybe as early as next year. But now we just live together in a big old farm house on the edge of our town just South of the Mason Dixon line. We both come from well-to-do families who have left us plenty of money. That said, Suzy really wants to continue teaching dance. I work at home and make at least six figures in my own right. We are in our very early thirties and have had a committed and exclusive relationship for most of our adult life. Time is on our side.

We have agreed not to have rules between us just promises. She will not be my sex slave because she doesn‘t like the term. She is turned off if I call her my slave and has let it be known that any remarks regarding her Latin heritage are also off limits. I just refer to her as my sexy subbie. She does get wet when I make perverse demands on her or invent sex scenes for her that would be humiliating to most girls.

As an example of her strong will, she has made it known that she will submit to any form of whipping if it pleases me but that she will only take it without restraint. She prefers to be naked, except for heels when I whip her. She tightly grips a three foot bar which I have suspended from the ceiling. The bar can be hoisted to pull her up on her toes. She will not wear a blind fold. If I order her to be silent and control herself when I beat her she has proven that she can take it without a whimper even though I can see tears form in her eyes. When I tell her I’m going to whip her tits, she thrusts them proudly out toward me almost as a dare.

Once, I told her to press her rather full tits against the wall and to step back a few steps. Then I had her place her hands behind her neck. I told her that I was going to beat her ass hard with a thick suede flogger and that she was not to make a sound. My first swat caught her by surprise and she almost couldn’t help letting out a big, noisy, breath of air. She knew she was in for a longer than intended flogging for her lack of self control.

“Beat my ass harder, sir,” she said. “I failed you. I need to be punished for my mistake. Please use the whip on me hard to remind me of my for self control, sir.”

The next blows almost knocked the girl down, but she took them with a stoic sense of pride. I was proud of her. Over the years, she had proven to be more resilient, and perhaps even tougher, than I could have imagined.

 

 

I reached between her spread legs and flicked her clit with my finger nail. I waited for a few minutes until I felt her body tremble before I give her permission to come. During this time I pressed my left hand against the top of her shoulders to push her ample tits against the wall. Actually, I made her cum three times in this stressful position.

When I tell her to assume a position on the floor for a whipping, she will, without giving it a second thought, drop down face up, arms and legs spread wide. When I tell her to kneel and get her tits on the ground she knows that her ass is likely to wear welts from a cane but she obeys me instantly. She is really a pain slut and gets a rush when I call her that.

Suzy has a vivid imagination and gives me suggestions to add spice to our already kinky sex life. She’s the one who bet me that if I could think of a dozen humiliating tasks for her to perform that she would do all of them just to prove her willingness to submit to me, trusted me, and would perform even the most mortifying acts if it would please me.

Now Suzy, as I’ve mentioned, is a good looking girl. Her hair is long and wavy. Her skin is flawless. Her fingers are strong yet artistic. She stands tall with her shoulders back. Suzy is just under five foot eight inches tall and works out four times a week to keep limber and fit in addition to her work at the dance studio. She is slender of hip and big of bust. Her legs are long and curvaceous, her arms are well toned, ,and her core is trim and solid.

Men and women stop to look at her when she goes by, especially when she is in the short skirts or tight jeans I insist she wear. At the beach, in one of her many bikini’s, she is sensational and, truth be told, she knows it. I just have to be careful not to mark her up when I whip her.

She’s certainly not a loose women, but, it private her pussy actually leaks when I tell her that she is my slut and my whore. Suzy’s cunt gets sloppy wet quickly. Her thong panties always seem to show a dark spot. She can’t yet cum on command, but with a clit the size of her’s, she can come very close to having an orgasm by just squeezing her thighs together. When she gets horny she tells me that she is hot to trot no matter where we are and I make her beg me to fuck her.

It was on such an occasion when we were dining out, that I could tell just by the misty fog of her eyes that she was really on the verge of ripping my pants off. I told her to reach under the table cloth and slide her fingers over her clit till she came. She looked nonplused but didn‘t move. I said, “Suzy, do as I told you. I want you to masturbate right here and now. Do it!”

Her eyes never left mine and within a few moments she shuddered in release. I can’t tell you how many people may have see her cum, perhaps no one. But, it sure was a show I wouldn’t forget.

“Sir,” she said when she gained her composure, “are you pleased with me?”

“Suzy, you did great for your first challenge. There will be more to follow.” At first, she gave me a puzzled look but seemed to catch on.

Suzy would never call me “master” because that would imply that she was a slave and was owned but the way she uttered the word “sir” came across as subservient as any slave could sound.

As we were finishing our meal, I mentioned her bet with me regarding her willingness to complete at least a dozen embarrassing tasks to prove her submission to me. Suzy’s breath became shallow and husky. She knew what was coming.

“Suzy, are your panties wet again,” I asked.

“Sir, they were wet enough when you told me to masturbate earlier tonight. Now, they are sopping wet with the anticipation of what you are about to make me do.”

“Take off your soiled panties and hand them to me Suzy!” I demanded.

Her look of consternation was palpable but slowly the panties came down and were handed to me in full view of everyone who was looking.

“Are you now ready to obey all of my directly and completely, slut,” I whispered to her.

“Oh, sir, yes, I will obey you no matter how outrageous a task you give me,” she said.

My crotch was, bulging and I was certain that by now my pre-cum would be showing.

“Suzy, I want you to find a nice, full service, adult erotic supply store, preferably a place with at least one female and one male sales person. I want you to ask the sales people for their advise regarding the purchase of three dom/fem, bdsm ,DVD’s and three bdsm paperback books. Tell the sales people your name and tell them you will likely become a regular patron. Get their names as well. Wear one of your most revealing outfits during your shopping spree. When you are finished bring everything to me. Do you understand?”

“Sir, yes, I do understand. When I return with the purchases, I’m sure I’ll be quite ready to be fucked long and hard. Do you think your cock will be ready for me?“ she asked with a sassy grin.

“Don’t be insolent, you grubby pain slut,” I said. “It’s likely that all you will get is a sound canning or a session with the single tail. Would you like that?”

“Yes sir, that would be just fine too,” she said with an ever increasingly self-conscious look on her beautiful face.

Suzy said that Max and Mara owned the adult supply store where she had shopped as partners. Their personal kink preference wasn’t immediately apparent but their store was well equipped with the usual sex toys and novelties plus a extensive array of sexy lingerie and a broad range of bondage gear and equipment. It didn’t take me long to realize that I had to visit the store myself just to check it out.

As we watched the DVD’s Suzy had brought home, she often found her mouth wrapped around my engorged prick. I think she liked that part better than the movie.

In short order, I devised her third challenge. Based on my visit to the adult supply store, I knew they had a nice selection of collars, cuffs, nipple clips, spreader bars, gags, blindfolds, other bdsm gear and intimate apparel. Suzy’s task was to purchase as many of these items as she felt we could use together and to let the sales people know the purchases were for her.

“Sir, do I have to seem so brazen with the sales people. And, there will be men in the shop who will see me fussing over bras and leather thongs, and lots of bondage stuff. What will they think of me?” Suzy whimpered.

“Suzy, that’s the whole deal. Just do what I’ve told you to do. You can let me know what happened when you show me your purchases. You only have a few days to complete this task and I only hope it will really test your determination and resolve.”

When she came back with her bundle, Suzy admitted that she was quite aroused and asked me to screw her right there and then. But, I told her she had to wait until she had told me what went on in the store.

We don’t have rules between us. She doesn’t need my permission to cum or even to masturbate. If she does ask for permission she will do what she is told as she did in this particular instance. The net of it all was that she was horny after having really had a good time picking out all sorts of kinky stuff for us. When I told her to wait ,she waited and changed the subject saying that she was eager to model some of the leather gear.

But, I sensed she was moving too fast and was resisting to tell me something quite important. When pressed, she said that she had been accosted in the store. She had sensed that one of the customers had been watching her all to closely. At one point, she felt the guy was actually stalking her. He finally came up to her and asked for her telephone number which she emphatically declined to give him. He called her a whore and made a grab for her. She turned on him and had him on the floor on his face in an instant. Her spiked heel was pressed directly into the crack of his ass.

It seems that karate, like riding a bike; it comes back to a trained martial artist in a flash.

Max and Mara hustled the poor fellow out the door with a warning not to come back.

With that little tussle dealt with promptly it was apparent that it had allowed Suzy, Max and Mara to develop a unique bond.

After I hugged her and kissed her passionately, I watched as she tried on her new fashions. I could tell by her motions, which were sexy and smooth that her erotic mood had returned.

The most interesting of the many items Suzy purchased was one I had never seen in use before. It was a combination tit press and nipple tower. Before I used it, I tied her arms behind her at the elbows and wrists to give her boobs added prominence.

When I squeezed her D cup breasts tightly in the press she fidgeted. When I attached her nipples to the tower and adjusted the thumb screws tightly to pull her nipples away from her body, she began to tremble.

I didn‘t go overboard the first time but I had a very vivid image of things to come. It was a delight to see her in the devise and I knew she liked it too as she sort of pranced and swirled before our large bedroom mirror to look at herself.

“Do your nipples hurt, Suzy?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir, they do ache a bit but it’s a good ache. With this contraption on it would seem the only way you could fuck me now would be from behind. I could bend over and spread my legs if that would please you? Would like that Sir?”

What does a man say to that kind of offer? My conviction that she was sexy, submissive, and single minded was, once again, reinforced!

After I had fucked her in the ass I removed the press and tower, I pinched and pulled her nipples with my fingers and she let out a major cry as her nipples were very distended and raw. I lifted her to the bed and let her impale her sloppy cunt on my prick while she lay on me face-to-face. She had found this position satisfying because it gave her deep penetration and allowed her to position her clit where she needed it. She came in no time at all.

I eventually told Suzy that I was a bit disappointed in the purchases she made at the shop because she didn‘t get any waist cinchers or quarter cup leather bras. As her next challenge she should have to return to the store and get these items.

Regarding the waist cinchers, she was to get several cinchers, each one slightly smaller than the other. I wanted these cinchers to draw down her quite alluring and normal 25 inch waist to 23 inches and then, ultimately, to 21 inches. This time I told her to make sure she engaged one of the owners in the transaction to make sure the items fit properly. This, of course, would mean that she would have to strip at least to her itsy, bitsy, thongs.

Not to be left out of the plan, Suzy said, “Sir, wouldn’t you want to see me with a 19 inch waist if I could get there?”

I told her not to push it now and that perhaps I’d hold out for that eventuality in the future.

When she had gathered her resolve Suzy again returned to the adult supply store. She was leery from her last experience but Mara came up beside her in a warm and welcoming manner and told her that she should feel safe.

Suzy, told Mara what she needed and that she would like her help in selecting several leather bras as well as several nice looking waist cinchers which would draw her waist in several inches. Mara knew her inventory well and within minutes had an arm load of well designed fashions on her arm.

Mara invited Suzy into the rear of the store and told Suzy that she should feel free to undress and try on the cinchers on by one to get the fit and feel she was looking for. Mara stood guard and offered advise. At the last and most critical stage she tightened the laces of the cinchers herself and measured Suzy’s restricted waist.

The one quarter cup bras Mara selected lifted Suzy’s tits perfectly..

Several hundred dollars passed hands and Suzy came back to me to model the goods she had purchased. She was ravishing. The cinchers hugged her just above her hips and framed her dynamite ass. The bras brought her full tits even higher on her chest.

Her regular high heels were good but not perfect but she was too much for me to resist and she knew it. She knelt before me and swallowed my cock whole. I held back my release so I could give her dripping cunt the cock ride it so desperately cried out for.

Suzy had completed one third of her challenges and was very proud of herself but was nervously apprehensive about what was to come next.

“Suzy, I’d like you to improve you collection of high heels. Do some research and find a few craftsman in the city who still make custom shoes for women. I’d like to see you get some thigh high boots , some knee high boots, and a few vampy style shoes all with heels of various heights; footwear which will accentuate your glorious gams and turn men’s heads.

“Visit each shop and get a feel for how they do business and who owns the place. Check out past clientele and check to see if they are satisfied. Report your findings to me as soon as you can. I’ll decide which shop you should use for your purchases.”

 

At dinner one evening, she said, “Sir, I’ve seen several boutique women’s shoe shops in town. The one that has the best reputation is run by an older gentleman who works with only a few apprentices. Their work is quite good. The only thing I’m not crazy about is that the showroom is on the sidewalk level off of the main business district downtown. The shoes are crafted upstairs. If you want to see the place I can take you on a tour.”

I gave her permission to go ahead without my prior inspection. But, Suzy was nervous. I had told her that when she visited the shop for fittings that she had to wear short skirts, thigh high hose and no panties. And she had to tell me everything that she saw or heard at the shop.

Her first report was unusual. She was able to find several styles of wonderful looking shoes. Because they would be custom made for her, she felt sure she could walk in them quite easily even with a 5 inch heel. And she had picked out some nice, but very expensive boots which she bragged fit her legs like a second skin.

But, that wasn’t what was unusual. The owner, a stately if somewhat stuffy older gentleman, had decided to serve as her personal sales person. In fact, he had shuffled the apprentices back upstairs while she was there. And, he locked the front door so as not to be interrupted. He dealt with her very gently and remarked that he hadn’t seen a women as svelte and stately as Suzy in many years.

She was taken by his sweet demeanor and direct way of talking to her.

On her second visit, he again locked the door after she was seated. As he sat in front of her, as shoe salesman typically do, she was sure he was looking up her legs right to her crotch. Of course this was part of my plan.

At one point, the gentleman quickly ran to the rear of the store. Suzy was of the impression that he was trying to hide a hard-on. When he reappeared, the chap said that he had had an accident and that her beauty was so overwhelming to him that he was unable to control his sexual release. In fact he confessed that he had a foot fetish and she was like a goddess to him. For her embarrassment and continued patronage, he would give Suzy a fifty percent discount on any foot wear she purchased from him.

She acknowledged his predicament but thanked him for his generosity. As she was leaving the shop she was greeted by two good looking young women who told her that they had witnessed what had gone on in the show room. They told Suzy that she was a beautiful woman and what they had just seen in the store was the most erotic event they had ever witnessed in a public place.

They introduced themselves as Bea and Delores - Dee for short. They said that if she didn’t want to tell them her name they would understand. But, they said they each had a wild erotic kinky side and that they were bondage models.

They gave Suzy their cards and said that if she was ever interested in sex with the ladies, that they would be up to the task and said they hoped to see her again. I took their cards for future reference.

I told Suzy that she was to give the shop owner an unobstructed view of her shaved pussy the next time she was there and to tell him that she liked him so much that she was would be wearing a low cut blouse just for him on her next visit.

I could see Suzy wince at that prospect. To make sure the chap got his full measure, I inspected Suzy before she left the house for her next visit. She wore no bra or panties. Her nipples showed through her low cut blouse and her skirt barely coverer her shapely ass. If, I didn’t know better, I’d have thought that she really liked the “hooker“ look.

After many trips to the shop, she finally brought back the custom made merchandise. It was just awesome. The gent knew his trade and had made all the right design decisions to make Suzy look fabulous. And she could walk in all of his creations with self-confidence.

When she was naked again, I pushed her down on the bed and held her hands above her head. I said “Ya know, Suzy, you really are a slut and a tease. You got a lot of satisfaction making that poor old man cum in his pants, didn’t you?”

She didn’t answer. Instead she said with a smile, “Sir, I do what I’m told to do.”

“Well, slut, get those pretty legs up and over my shoulders so I can screw your sassy little cunt deep. Then I’ll tell you what your next challenge will be.”

As we hugged on each other I whispered, “Now, as your next challenge, I want you to get this aging master of leather work to make several floggers and whips for you Suzy.”

She gasped. God, I thought she’d faint.

In spite of her qualms she did complete the task. Several weeks later she brought home some great stories about how the gent said he would make the whips himself on his off hours. And because she was such a beautiful women and since she was such good customer he wouldn’t charge her for them at all.

His work was superb and he must have had some wild wet dreams inspired by my sexy Suzy. Those whips and floggers will never wear out notwithstanding their many uses on poor Suzy. And, every time I use those whips to discipline or punish her, I’m sure she will recall the lecherous man who stole long, leering, looks at her tits, shapely legs and smooth, if somewhat dampish, cunt.

 

 

 

After she had gone to the dance studio one day I left her a handwritten note which said “Suzy, your next challenge is to get pierced for two small, silver, labia rings.” That’s all it said. I waited for her to find the note and mention it to me at dinner, but she never said a word about the challenge.

About a week after finding the note she was later than usual getting home from work and had her panties dangling conspicuously in her hand. I thought I figured out what she was grinning about. And sure enough, as she pulled her skirt up to her waist, I could see two tiny silver rings.

“I’m so proud of you, darling,” I said. “You never cease to amaze me. Let me have a closer look.” I could smell her juices and knew that she was primed for action but that penetration, at least for a few days, would be uncomfortable for her. “Let’s wait to christen these little beauties until you are not so swollen,” I told her. “Instead let me apply a nice ice pack to your pretty pussy. Get naked and lay down. Spread your legs wide for me right now.”

I did what I said I would do; and more. I told her not to move a muscle as I circled the ice pack from her cunt lips to her tits, then directly to her nipples. I kept up the movement of the ice over her body until every pour was energized and her nipples were stranding straight up.

I sucked and bit her nipples fiercely as she moaned and moaned. I finally told her that if she could masturbate to orgasm it would be fine with me. And she did. Then it was time for me to enjoy one of her marvelous bj’s. Deepest one yet, I believe.

Early the following Saturday morning, when neither one of us had much on our schedule, I said, “Love, you now have an excellent array of erotic clothing and some great shoes and boots. For you next challenge I want you to arrange a photo shoot for yourself. One that makes the Playboy spreads look like they belong in the Boy Scout Handbook.”

“Will your evil mind ever take a rest,” she said.

I smacked her hard on her nifty little ass and watched her saunter off to pour us a drink.

“You know, Sweetness, if I’m not satisfied with your new picture portfolio, I’ll send you back for another shoot,” I called after her.

I could hear her muffled grunt in reply.

Her last two responses to me seemed rather defiant and rebellious. “Suzy, I think you need an attitude adjustment right away before you get too far out of hand,” I said in my most stern tone of voice. “Put those drinks down and come here.”

 

I made her stand in front of me. She didn’t say anything. “Take off that shirt,” I said. She was only wearing one of my long sleeve shirts; a fashion statement of which I was particularly fond. “Now turn around a take one of the kitchen stools out onto the back patio and wait for me.” Again I used a menacing tone to let her know I wasn’t kidding.

I found her sitting on the stool naked but that’s not what I had in mind.

“Suzy, get off you ass and lay down over the seat of the stool. I want you to balance yourself in the center of the stool. Lay flat, face down with your arms out stretched out in front of you and your legs straight and spread wide apart. Now move!”

With her dancers muscles she found the position easily. The trick was going to be how long she could maintain the position especially when I placed a few plastic glasses of water on each of her outstretched palms and with me playing tic tack paddy wack on her ass with a short bamboo cane.

One of the glasses fell and water spilled on the deck. “That will get you three stern ones, my dear,“ is said. I refilled the glass and found a long, solid rattan cane for my purpose. She screamed loudly with each stroke but held her position.

“I’m punishing you once again for you insolent attitude. And I will continue to whip you until you confess that your behavior toward me recently has been unacceptable.”

She waited too long to answer and I hit her once across both thighs near where her legs met her ass. She screamed and begged for mercy.

“What did you say, Suzy?” I asked.

“Sir, I have been bitchy this morning and you are right to thrash me. Believe me, I’ve learned my lesson. If it pleases you Sir, may I suck your cock while you finish the drink I’ve made for you, Please Sir, my ass hurts, my whole body hurts in this position, and I really have learned my lesson. Please, Sir!”

I took the glasses off her hands and helped her to stand up. The welts on her ass were just turning pink. She would remember them for several days. I kissed her and told her I loved her. Then for good measure, I squeezed her nipples hard. I knew I had made my point when she didn’t flinch from the pressure of my fingers on her tender nipples.

Suzy was her submissive self for several weeks and showered her affection on me. At one point she called me at home to break some news.

“On my off hours, I’ve been to a few photographers studios over the past week and a half, dear,“ she told me. “Some of the dancers at the studio have used them and gave me to believe they could do nice nude work and keep the confidence. I chosen Phillipe after interviewing him and seeing his work. If you’d like to meet him I will set up a meeting.”

“That won’t be necessary,” I said. “Just make sure that I’m satisfied with the final product. All the shots should show you as being refined and dignified; or as refined and dignified as such shots get. The final product should be presented in a professional portfolio and you should be sure Phillipe knows, in advance, that he is not to keep any of the negatives or use them for any reason himself. This assurance may cost us extra money but I don’t want to see you featured on the internet.”

Suzy sat for six sessions and worked with Phillipe for several additional hours selecting the shots she wanted to present to me. The final portfolio was outstanding; as was my prick when I saw the masterpiece.

She was posed in her finest boots and shoes; some with and some without hose. In some of the shots she wore erotic lingerie or bikini’s. She wore her waist cinchers in a number of the shots which had the effect of emphasizing her aesthetic frame. Every inch of her naked, curvaceous, body was caught by the lenses of his cameras. She left nothing to the imagination. In a few, her fingers disappeared into her cunt and her eyes seems to be glazed over in erotic ecstasy. Her labia rings shined in the lights.

About half of the shots were posed out of doors in different venues which added a sense of daring to the picture. Whether she was laying down, standing, or bending, every shot was a full - head to toe - body shot. Some shots were from the front, some from the back, some from one side or the other. All the pictures seemed intended to send a message directly to me. In some she was smiling, in some she was like a kitten, in some she was giving me her sensuous “come hither” look.

She worked hard for the camera and seemed to have taken Phillipe’s direction well. She knew I’d be more than satisfied. And, truth be told, she was just about as satisfied as I was.

She had concluded two-thirds of her challenges. It was well over a month before I gave her the next one and it caught her by surprise.

“Suzy, your next challenge is a doozy. I want you to engage Phillipe to do another shoot. This time I will be there. The theme of this shoot will emphasize you submission to me and will show you in various bondage and sexually explicit poses. I will set up each shot and will be responsible for tying you up or dressing you in various bdsm poses. That’s it!”

Suzy knew full well not to argue.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll contact Phillipe and see what we can work out. If it pleases you, I’ll scout around for a suitable place too. We wouldn’t want nosey neighbors lurking around now would we. Perhaps Phillipe would be available on Sunday’s for a month or more so we would have all day to play. How does that sound?”

Suzy can be quick of mind when she wants to be. I got the impression that she may have been wondering what took me so long to pose this challenge to her; sly fox that she is. She even suggested that since Max and Mara had an array of bondage equipment that was too big for our house that perhaps we could rent some of the more erotic items like cages, crosses, bondage benches, and the like, from them for a few Sunday’s.

“And, Sir,” she said. “what about those bondage models I met a few months ago. Do you think they could consult with you and give us some advise about the kind of bondage they like?”

It sounded like a good idea to me and I called the girls. For a price, they were willing to do most anything. On the first Sunday after we made all the arrangements with the landlord of a vacant warehouse, Phillipe, Max and Mara, and the two models, we all showed up for our first run through. Suzy was nervous and excited. She wasn’t keen on being the center of attention to be sure.

Max and Mara worked with the girls to set up a space on the floor of the warehouse against a wall that they made look like the inside of a torture chamber. To Suzy, it looked all too real.

I took Suzy aside and told her that I had decided to bring the two girls into the action. I reminded her that while we had an agreement that she would never be whipped while in bondage that she had never opined on the matter of girl-on-girl sex or being put in bondage by another girl. She knew that my comment was more than a reminder; it was more of a question or an opportunity to say her piece.

“Sir, let’s do it your way today,” she said meekly.

“OK, folks,” I said,” gather around. Suzy is not my slave, but she is very submissive to my desires. Let’s all think hard during this time we have together and have fun.

First, I want Suzy to strip naked and put on her highest, platform, heels. I want you to notice just how well Suzy keeps her pussy shaved. And you should know that her cunt leaks like a sieve.”

“Suzy, stand up on that box with your hands behind your head and spread your legs. Now tell us, how tall are you, how old are you, what are your body measurements are, and if you are a pain slut.”

“Oh god this is embarrassing. Well, first, I am definitely a pain slut and have been since my mid teens. It never bothered me when my older brother walloped my ass when we were younger. My partner now whips me pretty well with some new whips and floggers. He never ties me up when he whips me.

 

“ I’m now just a few months over 30 years old and am about five foot, eight inches tall and weigh about 120 pounds. I’ve been measured at 36, 25, 34 and fill out a D cup. Now with a waist cincher, I get down easily to a 23 inch waist.”

I said to the group, “Raise your hand if you want to check out my claim that Suzy is easily aroused and is usually as wet as a girl can get?”

Suzy could hear Phillipe’s camera clicking away as she stood there exposed and available to everyone’s intimate touch.

“Stand proud Suzy!” I ordered. I thought Bea and Dee lingered a bit to long with their fingers deep inside her but she didn’t seem to mind. Who knew?

Personally, I lubricated a dildo and an ass plug. She saw me coming toward her but knew better than to tighten up. The dildo went in easily and with a bit of coaxing the butt plug went into her as well.

I put a book on Suzy’s head and told her to walk as if she was in a fashion show with the length of the warehouse as if it was her runway. Oh, how she could roll her hips.

After a few lengths of the place, we all could see the tension in her legs and were impressed with how high she held her tits and managed to keep proper posture under the circumstances. Phillipe caught the action from all angles.

I told Max, Mara, and the two girls that they each would have 30 minutes to place Suzy in as many, or as few, bondage positions as they wished and to deal with her as they wanted as well. I just wanted to see what these so called experts had up their sleeve.

Suzy asked not to be gagged or blindfolded during her upcoming ordeal and she requested that I remove the two plugs previously inserted.

After two hours, Suzy was spent. Her legs shook from riding the wooden pony, her arms ached from being suspended, her back was sore from being bent every which way on and over the spanking horse, her tits were pained from being pressed tight, her nipples were aflame from various nipple clips, and her shoulders hurt from being put in a strict standing strappido. In many of these positions the girls sucked on her nipples and manipulated her well endowed clit with their fingers and tongues. That was fun to watch and Suzy seemed to like it all too.

But, the position I liked best was when Mara tied her arms behind her above the elbows, and tied her calves up behind her thighs. She tied her hair to a beam in the ceiling and pulled her up on her knees. Then she slapped Suzy’s tits with her hands over and over again. I gathered that Phillipe liked it too because he was clicking away like crazy.

 

But, now it was my turn. I kept her in the same position as Mara had put her in. Then I made her beg me to fuck her mouth. She did and I did.

“Don’t spill a drop!” I commanded as I pulled hard on her nipples. She gagged, swallowed several times, then wiped her lips with her tongue. Then she thanked me sincerely for giving her the satisfaction of pleasuring me. What a slut!

Then I made her beg me to fuck her in the ass.

“Please Sir, please give it to me in the ass.”

“What did you say, slut?”

“I’m so sorry, Sir. Please, please, please, fuck my ass hard. Stick your beautiful cock in me and drive it deep.”

I untied her and made her bend over and grab her ankles. Then I lubed her ass and shoved my dick quickly into her. I told her to tighten her sphincter and move her hips on me which she did for an extend, and pleasurable period of time. Then I let her relax.

That would be the end of the day and the challenge, which I felt she handled more than admirably.

I certainly enjoyed it, and from the looks on everyone’s faces, it was clear they had as well. Phillipe’s pictures were a reminder of the excitement of that day.

Because Suzy had been such a good sport, I told her I would only hold her to one more challenge but that it would be a zinger. Again we would use Phillipe to take pictures, only this time it would be moving pictures.

I told Suzy that I wanted to challenge her to a public whipping with a single tail whip. I wanted Max, Mara, and the two girls, plus the old leather worker to witness this trial.

And I would wield the whip all over her body. I had used my favorite whip on her frequently and she really didn’t like it very much despite her proclivity for pain. Actually I had learned to use it quite accurately and expertly.

For this challenge, I decided to seat the invited guests around our patio and have Suzy in heels but otherwise naked. I decided to attach her left ankle to a 10 foot rope which was then attached to a peg in the ground pounded into the middle of our yard.

She could see the whip coming but there wasn’t much she could do to defend herself. Her hands were no match for the single tail. She could run but she couldn’t hide. I’d get her at one point or another.

I stared low, aiming at her legs. Then I worked up to her hips and ass. She screamed with each snap of the whip. Then I went for her back. Then her shoulders. Then her core, even her cunt. Then to her tits with special aim at her nipples. She eventually fell to the ground and look at me for mercy.

She was well marked but certainly not bleeding. I was touched by her naturalness and remarkable endurance.

I asked the two girls to tend to Suzy and smother her with healing lotion and kisses. She would heal and we would continue our loving relationship for years and years. Phillipe would send us the movie on a DVD and we would watch it excitedly over and over again.

Perhaps, at a later date, I will press Suzy to complete the remaining two challenges.

THE END

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