I looked over my wineglass at the man sitting across the table and slowly
tapped my long, dark-red fingernails. Surely he didn't think I was going
to believe what he was telling me...? And then I realized. He had spoken
too much truth, and he thinks that I will be as relieved as him at not
having to face it. Relieved enough to grasp at any weak excuse he can
throw out... expecting me to say "Oh, yes, honey, I understand. Thought
all along you were just trying to play a little joke. Of course you
couldn't *really* want any of those things you admitted to late at night,
after too much wine." The problem--for him, at least--was that I was quite
taken with the ideas he had proposed... thinking about those ideas all week
had only made me more eager to make them reality. A reality he clearly
wanted to deny now. I have been in a state of perpetual arousal from the
thoughts racing through my head for days. I am in no mood for this.

Despite a very impressive figure, standing a full 6 feet tall before
putting on my customary high heels, I have never had any real relationship
work out. Rumor has it I'm too aggressive once I get seriously involved
with someone. Apparently, it was that rumor which led this man, who I have
now been dating for 6 months, to strike up an acquaintance.

In the last few days I had found some websites from the clues he dropped in
our little conversation, and I had done some reading... and viewing. What
I found out had aroused me more than anything I had seen in my life. The
idea of fulfilling that promise, of being served by this man in the way I
had always desired, but never even admitted to myself...

No way was I going to let him out of this now.

He would find out well and truly how accurate the phrase "silken trap"
could be.

I swirled the wine idly. "So you wouldn't really want to find out how the
other half lives? Is it beneath you now, Timothy? Should I be insulted?"
I kept my tone gently teasing.

He swallowed. "No... that is..."

I looked into his eyes and smiled. "Why not? It might help you understand
a different perspective. I'm sure that I have something which would fit
you." A safe assumption, given that I was about an inch taller than he
and, while he was a bit broader through the torso, we were close enough in
size.

He shook his head. "I--uh..."

I stood up and he trailed off. Setting down my glass, I took his hand and
pulled him up with a grin. "It'll be fun. Just like playing around as
kids. I think it would be cute. I never had a sister to play with."

He shook his head more firmly this time, finally realizing that I wasn't
letting him off the hook and this wasn't going at all the way he had
clearly planned it. I could see him set himself, both mentally and
physically, as he dug his heels into my carpet and stopped. Time for a new
tack...

"Well, you got my hopes up.... I was thinking of you when I bought myself a
new silk shirt yesterday... wouldn't you at least try that on for me? Just
the shirt?"

I could see him weighing this... as long as he got to keep his pants on, he
felt fairly safe, and I knew he would be planning on fantasizing about this
for months...

I took his hand again, and started towards my bedroom in a business-like
way. Not being able to organize his thoughts into coherent objections, he
followed.

I brought him over in front of the closet, then turned to face him and
grinned. I slid my hands under his shirt and caressed him for a moment,
until I felt him definitely relaxing... I leaned forward, nibbled on his
earlobe, and breathed in his ear: "You wouldn't want to disappoint me,
would you? It's such a small request..."

I pulled his shirt off and reached inside the closet, where I had laid some
things out in advance. Just as he nodded his agreement, I brought out the
bra I had waiting.

"Hey, wait a minute! I only agreed to a shirt." He frowned and started
backing away.

I walked forward confidently, "You agreed to let me see how well the shirt
would fit. I can't tell that without seeing how it looks over this. It
would look silly without a bra, and how could I tell if it fit then?"

He reluctantly allowed me to slide the straps up onto his shoulders,
frowning at me as I fastened it in back. I decided to skip stuffing it
with anything. This bra was the lightly padded "extra support" type which
would keep its shape fine for a few minutes with only a silk shirt over it.

Walking back to the closet, I pulled out a dusty-rose colored wisp of a
silk shirt, with princess lines which give the wearer a graceful feminine
figure, regardless of her--or his--actual figure. Apparently Timothy had
decided to go along with me gracefully; he allowed me to pull the shirt
over his head--with an air that he was humoring me, which I didn't believe
for a minute.

I adjusted the long shirt on him, noting with pleasure that it fit
perfectly and even gave a suggestion of hips, since it was a long shirt and
not tucked in. I led him over between the bed and the mirror and turned
him to face his image. "Cute, isn't it?"

"Well, it does fit, and I'm sure it will look darling on you..." He
started to reach down, to take it off, but I stepped in front of him and
caught his hands.

"What's your hurry?" I ran a hand lightly over his new-found curves, "I
think silk is so sexy..."

He pulled away, with a hint of desperation. "I think that this whole thing
has gone far enough; you've had your fun. I'm sorry that I joked around
after all that wine--"

I cut him off by reaching down and finding his cock with my hand. It was
rock-hard and radiating heat I could feel even through the layers of cloth.
I looked him in the eye, "Can you deny *this*? I know you like the way you
look. I like the way you look. Why resist this?"

His eyes widened in shock; he had never considered that I might reach down
and find the inarguable truth for myself. I could see the fear in his eyes
as he exploded, "It's perverted! Its humiliating! Even schoolchildren
look down on cowards and sissies!"

I pushed him down on the bed and straddled him, pinning him down by
surprise and strength nearly equal to his own. I already knew that in this
position he could not escape me, and I was determined that he not escape
himself, either.

I spoke to him in a husky voice, "What does it matter what anyone else
would think, as long as we both like it? I've done some reading over the
last week. I think the idea of having my own pretty little maid to serve
me is the hottest thing I've heard since I realized boys were kind of
interesting. I want to see you dressed up fully. I want to see you kneel
at my feet to offer me a drink, or ask if you may please me. And I will
never believe that you don't want to be kneeling there at my feet, ready to
serve me."

He started to shake his head, open fear on his face now. I felt my heart
go out to him, but for both our sakes, I couldn't afford to show any mercy
now. I hardened my voice, "Or would you rather live in denial? You think
lying and denying what you want is less cowardice than facing yourself, and
living up to your" I softened my voice just slightly, "beautiful
potential?"

He was staring up at me now, unable to respond. I was so tempted to force
him over the edge, and have what I wanted from him, but I knew that he had
to make this choice for himself, or he would fight it later.

The concept of being forced into slavery is a hot fantasy, but it is the
heart which makes the difference between true submission, which holds more
securely than all the chains which have ever been forged, or merely
grudging service. I wanted full and knowing consent. I wanted to look
into his eyes and know that he knelt before me because he chose to.
Because he wanted to give me that gift and was himself strong enough to
give it, not because I was strong enough to force it.

I had no doubts of my own strength, and only by facing himself and choosing
to kneel at my feet, to yield to whatever I chose to give, could he prove
to me that he was as strong in his way as I was in mine. Only in this way
could he prove his worth, and when I realized that I knew what had always
been missing from my relationships.

I looked down at him relentlessly as I awaited his decision. Inside, my
heart ached, but nothing of that showed on my stern face. He licked his
lips, and in his moment of sudden shyness I knew I had won. He had stopped
fighting me, but he didn't know how to say it, or where to go from here.

I stood up, releasing him, and spoke in a quiet, firm voice.

"Kneel at my feet."

He knelt and bowed his head.

I pulled a ribbon out of the drawer next to me.

"Look at me"

He looked into my eyes, and I could see that he had no further hesitation,
only a desire to live up to whatever I asked of him. I held out the bit of
ribbon.

"Kiss it."

He leaned forward and reverently placed a kiss on the pink satin ribbon. I
looked down into his eyes.

"This ribbon is the symbol of your submission, your gift of yourself to me.
Do you know why I chose to use this ribbon rather than a collar, something
leather, with buckles and perhaps locks?"

He shook his head.

"This symbol embodies to nature of your submission to me. It is a thing of
delicate beauty, just as you yourself are. It is tied around your neck in
a bow. You could, physically speaking, remove it at any time. But
emotionally, you cannot. I see in your eyes that you would never choose to
renounce this now that you have faced it, and I want you to have this
reminder. The ever-present knowledge that, if you had to, you would fight
to keep this collar on--not to remove it. Let there be no mistake and no
further denials. You are held to me by something far stronger than leather
and chain.

"You are held here by your desire, and my will. Do you understand?"

He leaned down and gently kissed the top of my foot, giving me a hint of
pleasures to come. He looked up at me and whispered, "Yes, my Mistress"

I tied the ribbon in a bow around his neck and looked him over.

"The shirt is lovely, but it lacks something... take off the rest of your
male clothes. Do not stand up to do so."

He squirmed around, awkwardly following these first orders. I reached into
the closet and pulled out the rest of the clothes I had ready for him. I
handed him first the white leather garter-belt. Once he had gotten those
on--without a trace of the confusion a man could be expected to display in
figuring out how all the different straps went, I noted--I gave him the
white stockings, with their cute little pink and burgundy bows at the top.
He slid them on with obvious pleasure. I smiled to myself... I had been
anticipating the next part most of all.

"You may stand up... and put your hands on the bed. Legs spread."

His eyes widened, but he did as I commanded with no hesitation. I'm not
above letting him wonder what I might want him in that position for, so I
took my time finding what I needed in the drawer where I had prepared the
toys I wanted to use. Finally, I came towards him with nothing more
threatening than a long bit of silken cord, about 4 feet of it. His
relaxation when he saw that was, I rather thought, premature.

I reached around him and wrapped the cord around the base of his hard cock.
I whispered in his ear, "We have to get your little clitty under control,
girl."

He moaned and tried to move against my hand. I slapped him lightly but
meaningfully. "None of that. Not yet."

I criss-crossed the cord, wrapping it around and crossing it over and under
his hard cock. When I reached the tip I crossed it one more time and
pulled downward, and then backward. Holding the cord taut I spoke again,
"Stand up and put your legs together, girl."

He stood, trying to bring his legs together without hurting himself.
watching him, I pulled a bit to one side and helped him get arranged so
that he could move fairly well. When it was all in place, I tied the cord
tightly to the back of his garter belt.

"There... now I just happen to have these lacy panties in your size..."

I pulled out a white pair of lace panties with little burgundy bows along
the front. He took them and, looking up at me, kissed them lightly before
sliding them up his long legs. I smiled and handed him the final bit of
his new outfit, a white twist mini skirt. He pulled it on over all the
lace and tucked the soft silk shirt in. I stepped back to admire my
handiwork so far. The skirt just missed being completely transparent; I
could see the little burgundy bows through the thin material and the bows
of his stocking peeked out whenever he moved too fast and a breeze caught
the skirt.

"You look darling. Just a few more touches..."

I pushed him down on the bed. I had studies his face over our unfinished,
but now forgotten dinner well enough to determine what I wanted to use. I
pulled out a medium pink lipstick and lipliner, some dark green eyeliner,
pale green eyeshadow, and a powder base which I thought would suit him.

I quickly dusted his face with the powder. "Close your eyes for a moment."
I lined his eyes with the eyeliner, top and bottom, followed by the
eyeshadow. Years of practice doing my own face, and occasionally helping
other girls allowed me to make quick work of this.

"Look at me."

God, his eyes looked huge now. His eyes were so dilated from arousal I
could hardly see the green irises even with the eyeliner to bring it out.

"Pucker up your mouth, girl"

I lined his mouth carefully, reshaping it ever so slightly to suit me, and
filled it in with the smooth lipstick. Looking at him, fully made over, I
was unable to resist leaning down and sliding my lips over his. When I
raised my head, I could see a trace of my own dark red lipstick mingling on
his lips and I smiled.

"You've been such a good girl... have a look at yourself in the mirror.

I watch him walk carefully over to the mirror and saw his eyes go round
with shock as he looked at himself...

"You need a new name now, my dear. I can hardly call such a delicate
flower "Timothy, now can I? I think... I think Christina would be better.
Tina for short. Do you like your new name, Tina?"

He... *she* tore her eyes off her own image and looked at me, still looking
shocked. "Yes, Mistress"

I smiled. "Well, then, are you going to be a good girl and show me how
much you appreciate my changes?"

I seated myself on the edge of my bed. My own dark skirt was not much
longer than the one Tina now wore and I, in preparation for this, was
wearing no panties. "Kneel at my feet, girl."

I tossed a small white satin pillow on the floor in front of my feet. She
moved quickly and more gracefully than I would have thought she could move,
gliding lightly to perch on her knees on the pillow at my feet. She looked
up at me with those big eyes. "What do you wish, my Mistress?"

I leaned over and entwined my fingers in her short hair. I parted my legs
and grinned. "Well, since you are obviously so satisfied with the change I
have made in you, Tina, my girl, I want you to show your satisfaction by
pleasing me."

Tina--even when she had been Timothy, which seemed like years ago--had
always had a special talent for pleasing me with her nimble tongue, but
this time I almost came just from the feel of her hot breath as she leaned
towards me. I moaned out loud, riding a wave of pleasure as all the
stimulation of the evening was triggered to release by a couple of light
flicks of her tongue, as she tasted for herself the evidence of my arousal.
She moaned softly as she licked up the wetness which had been building for
what seemed like hours.

I ran my fingernails down her back and she slowly ran her tongue along the
edge of my lips, teasing me and making me want to untie her and have her
right then and there. I refrained only because I had plans for
that... another night. For now, I wanted her to learn to please me and to
accept no release herself. Later, when she was better trained, I would be
more willing to indulge her, but for now she must learn her place... I told
myself that as I gasped out "Faster!" and teetered on the brink of my
second climax. Tina slid the tip of one finger inside me and flicked her
tongue back and forth over my swollen clit until I went over the edge.

I released her and leaned back, gasping. She knelt obediently at my feet,
waiting to see what I wished of her next. When I had caught my breath, I
pulled her up onto the bed.

"You realize that now that you are mine possession, you cannot expect to
have your own release unless you do something special to please me, don't
you?"

She looked down and nodded, "yes, Mistress"

"Good. For tonight, you will sleep like you are now. With one addition.
I will cuff your hands together and tie you loosely to the bed. If you
need to get up to use the bathroom or for any other reason, you must get my
permission first, understood?"

Tina nodded, keeping her eyes down, "yes, Mistress"

I took the soft cuffs I had purchased and approached her.

"Mistress, may I use the bathroom first?"

I nodded. "Don't forget that you are a girl now. You must use the
bathroom like a girl. No more standing up. And be careful not the get
your ribbon dirty."

Tina nodded again and minced cutely across the room. God, look at her
wiggle her ass...why hadn't we done this ages ago? I fastened the cuffs to
the bed and when she returned I secured her wrists in the cuffs. As an
afterthought, I added a white satin blindfold.

I took a quick shower and prepared for bed, plotting all the time about
what to do to her tomorrow.

When I opened my eyes this morning, the first thing I did was grin with
anticipation. I didn't have to worry about the man next to me seeing my
grin--he was still securely blindfolded, as I had left him the night
before. He was also still dressed in the darling outfit-- the silk shirt
(now rather wrinkled), skirt, and even the garter belt, stockings and
panties I had put him in for the first time last night. I figured that by
now the whole situation must be driving him wild. I had plans for today.
There was something else he was going to have to do for me before I would
allow him to release all that built-up tension. For now, I would enjoy
watching him struggle with his unfulfilled desires as much as the fulfilled
ones. After all, it had been his desire to be dressed up and tied to my
bed that led him to his current state, wanting so much to have a chance to
release his pent-up libido.

As I got out of bed, he twisted as far as his restraints would allow,
trying to follow me despite being unable to see or move very much. I
schooled my expression into something more stern than the little grin which
kept trying to show through, and removed his blindfold and called out
cheerfully--and a bit cruelly, I admit, "Good morning! Sleep well?"

The look he gave me said that he knew that I knew he hadn't slept a wink,
wiggling around in bed, full of desire and emotion. But all he said was,
"No, Mistress."

After a moment, he smiled slightly and added, "Thank you, Mistress."

I reached out and released his wrists. "Better get up and fix me
breakfast. I have plans for an interesting day."

He swallowed and, trying to hide his disappointment at getting out of
bed--he had clearly hoped that my plans for the day would start off by
allowing him some relief--he headed towards the kitchen, then paused and
turned to ask me what I wanted for breakfast.

"Make me a chocolate mint latte--and don't forget the whipped creme. I
don't really care what you prepare to go with it. Eggs, perhaps."

While he was busy with breakfast, I grabbed his overnight bag and selected
some clothes from it, and some from my closet for him to wear. I showered
and got ready for the day myself, emerging to find breakfast laid out on
the table waiting for me. Next to the table, my rather rumpled girl knelt,
holding my latte on a saucer. Smiling, I took the latte and indicated that
she was to sit and eat with me. She had taken my suggestion of eggs and
created an omelet. I nodded to myself, pleased that she could take an
instruction and elaborate on it to please me.

Over breakfast, I told her that we would be going out for a bit, so she
needed to shower and put on the clothes which I had laid out for her on the
bed. After she had cleared off the breakfast dishes, and was starting
towards the shower, I pursed my lips and called her back. At once, she
came and kneeled before me. She looked up at me, a little confused and
scared, afraid that she had done something wrong. I ran my hand
reassuringly along her cheek. "Before you go, let me remove the ribbon I
tied on you last night. You should not ever remove that yourself. Stand
up and turn around. And take off your panties."

She stood and turned, pulling her lace panties down, allowing me access to
until the silken cord I had attached to her garter belt. I pulled the cord
down between her legs and unwound it, allowing her penis to once again flop
about in a most indelicate manner. Indeed per penis, responding either to
the sudden freedom, or to having her panties down around her ankles, seemed
to be getting more alert by the moment. I swatted her gently and sent her
off to shower.

After a brief moment, I joined her in the bathroom to keep an eye on her.
I have no doubts about her devotion, but she is far from fully trained and
I would hate for her to have a lapse and release all the tension I was
trying so hard to build up.


I took Tina along with me, shopping for more clothes which she could wear.
For the most part, I allowed her to pretend I was shopping for myself. At
a few stores, I left her outside and went in alone, allowing her to wonder
what I was buying. Some of the purchases where relatively harmless, but
there was one in particular which I wanted to surprise her with later.

At the last store, a leather store which carries a lot of fetish clothing,
I left her outside at first, then came out and got her, "I have something
which I need for you to try on this time. I have to make sure it will fit
right."

Her eyes got wide, but she came along. This wasn't a cheesy mall store and
these people had undoubtedly seen it all before. Still, when I handed her
the leather skirt and indicated a dressing room, she gave me a pleading
look. I frowned at her silently and she sighed and went to try it on. I
glanced over towards the counter. The store was mostly deserted and the
man behind the counter looked only slightly amused.

After a moment she called out that it seemed to fit.

"Well, come on out and let me have a look, then."

There was a brief pause before the door slowly opened and she emerged about
half a step.

"Further than that! I want to see you walk."

Reluctantly, she moved out a few steps.

The skirt I had her modeling was a tight leather number which came down to
mid-calf. There was a slit all the way up each side with a series of
buckles, making it fully adjustable. I tightened some of the buckles and
told her to take a few more steps. She did so, this time being forced to
take tiny steps with her thighs held tightly together, almost loosing her
balance once. I grinned.

"Perfect. We'll take it."


When we returned from our shopping trip, I decided to set a precedent
immediately, "Take off your male clothes and give them to me."

I took the male clothing and, putting it with the other clothing in his
overnight bag, put it all in the back of the closet and locked it, "From
now on, when we are here along you will not have access to any male
clothing until I release you from my presence."

"Yes, ma'am."

Going into my bedroom, began unwrapping all my purchases, setting some of
them out for this evening, storing others away for later events. As I
opened everything I tossed paper and packaging freely about. Tina looked
at me dubiously, knowing that this was hardly my usual neat style. I
didn't give her a chance to ask anything, though. As soon as I had
finished I turned to her, "All right, I want you to strip completely."

As I watched, she ran her hands over the cute little panties, then
reluctantly pulled everything off.

I handed her some crotchless pantyhose and ordered her to put them on. I
could tell she would have preferred the garter belt ensemble, but she
obeyed readily.

Next, I took a length of pink silken cord that I had picked up at a fabric
store and stood in front of her, wrapping it around her waist and tying it
in front. I grinned in anticipation. I walked around her and she started
to turn to watch.

"Stop that! Eyes front."

She stood rigidly--in more ways than one, I noticed, as her poor clit
stirred to life again.

I scooped up a bottle of lube and a brand new butt plug. Lean forward, and
spread your legs a bit.

I heard her take a deep breath as she followed these instructions. I put
some lube on one fingertip and reached down, rubbing her virgin ass. She
moaned softly. I worked the tip of my finger inside her and moved it
around in a circular motion, relaxing the tight muscles. When I judged she
was relaxed enough, I took the flexible little plug and, rubbing a bit more
lube on it, forced it all the way in with one quick stroke.

Tina gave a choked gasp as I slid it in.

I held it in place with my knee while I reached around her and grabbed the
trailing ends of the silk cord. I ran these straight down and tied them
together in a knot which fell right where the end of the butt plug was. I
then brought them up and tied the ends as tightly as possible to the cord
around her waist.

Stepping back, I admired my handiwork.

"Cute."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Tina seemed to be having some trouble speaking without her voice breaking.

I picked up the cord which I had used last night to restrain her little
clit and again wrapped it and pulled her back, this time carefully tugging
on her scrotum so that one of her balls poked forward on either side of her
pulled-back clit, forming the semblance of labia. I tied this cord to the
band around her waist, too.

Next, I picked up the leather skirt which had been our final purchase and
pulled it over her head, tugging it into place and again tightening the
buckles down so that her thighs were forced tightly together.

I put a little padded "A" cup bra on her and stuffed it to give her just a
hint of breasts.

"You will have a chance to grow and fill out later," I said with a wink.

Over this, I added a darling little ivory knit shirt which clung to her new
curves.

I admit, I was rather in a hurry to get her dressed and get on to what I
had planned, so I skimped a bit on her make-up, doing a quick base and some
bright red lipstick.

Stepping back, I regarded my creation with an evil grin.

"Now you may pick up this room. Take each piece of wrapping paper,
plastic, box, and bag individually to the kitchen and throw them away."

She looked around and swallowed hard. Each tentative little step she took
forced the butt plug to move in and out slightly, and tugged on her tightly
bound clit. Her inability to part her thighs at all kept her from having
any relief from either of these tortures. Since I had thrown most of the
packing materials on the floor, she also had to bend over or somehow kneel
and I knew that any attempt to do so would drive the butt plug even further
inside her.

Oh, and pour me a glass of wine while you are

in the kitchen, won't you,
Tina?"

"Yes, Mistress," she said. Her voice had definitely gone up in pitch, but
I don't think she was aware of how much her tone revealed of her deep
submissivesness, her simultaneous desire to please and even to feel the
torture I had just imposed, while at the same time she dreaded it.

"Such a good girl," I purred.

I curled up on the bed to watch.

The highlight, as far as I was concerned was the look on Tina's face when
she tried to pick up the first of the pieces of paper on the floor. I
almost choked on my wine.

Finally, after seventeen carefully minced trips back and forth, she was
finished. With a sigh of relief, she stood carefully in front of me, her
eyes pointed downward. I lifted one bare foot and ran it up her leg, along
her skirt, and rested it on her tightly bound genitals. Even through the
leather I imagined I could feel her pulsing with heat.

"You have been a very good girl today, Tina. I am proud of you. I know
you must be so frustrated, being all dressed up and looking so cute and not
having had any chance for relief at all."

A hopeful, almost pleading look crossed her face, and she started to raise
her eyes, but caught herself and kept them pointed downward and whispered,
"Yes, Mistress."

Amusement flitted over my face, "Such a slutty little girl, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress!"

"You want a chance to release some of your tension, girl?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress!"

I smirked.

"Have a seat on the bed, Tina. I must prepare myself."

Tina looked at the bed as though it was her sworn enemy, but carefully
settled herself on the edge, emitting a stifled sound that I could not
quite classify in the process.

Picking up one of the purchases Tina hadn't seen, the one I had been
thinking about all day, I headed into the bathroom. When I emerged a few
minutes later, I was wearing nothing but my new, 7" long strap-on. Tina
gave me a startled, wide-eyed look.

"Mistress?"

"Yes?"

She paused, warring with herself, trying to find some way to object to this
turn of events without compromising the relief I had alluded to.

Finally she said, "It's...awfully large, Mistress."

I smiled with no hint of compassion, "I don't recall you being too
concerned about that when you were on the other end."

Tina gulped, obviously remembering very clearly the time about a month ago
when she had suggested that I might allow her to penetrate my ass...and the
dildo I currently wore was only a tad bit larger than her natural
equipment.

"Yes, Mistress."

She looked as though she was thinking about bolting, but in her current
state I didn't think she would get too far.

I walked over to her, feeling the unaccustomed bobbing in front of me.

"Kiss it."

She looked at me for a long moment. I didn't remind her to keep her eyes
down, because I was enjoying the look she gave me far too much. She leaned
down and kissed the end of my new shaft lightly, still looking up at me,
then she took the head in her mouth and suckled gently. Looking at her
mouth wrapped around my strap-on, and seeing the desire in her eyes, I
nearly moaned myself.

I pushed her back onto the bed and unbuckled her skirt most of the way
up. I reached underneath her and untied both knots, releasing the butt plug
and her slit, which promptly sprang forward, straining vainly to touch
something. I threw the cords aside and grabbed the bottle of lube.
Looking into her eyes, I poured some in my hand and rubbed it up and down
the shaft of my strap-on.

I hooked my elbows under her knees, lifting them up and spreading them to
give me access to her ass. I moved forward till the tip of my 7 inches
rested lightly against her puckered hole. I wiggled it around there for a
moment, teasing her. With a deep moan, she wiggled around, though it was
hard to tell if she was trying to avoid the tip or capture it.

I reached down and guided just the head into her ass, then stopped for a
moment and held still. It was too much for Tina, who frantically tried to
force her ass further onto the shaft, taking more of me inside. Slowly,
frustrating her and filling her at the same time, I slid bit by bit into
her, sliding 6 of my 7 inches inside before slowly pulling back out.

Tina whimpered and tried to moan at the same time. I slid back into her,
faster this time, stopping at the same point, "Do you like this, Tina? Do
you like getting fucked?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress!"

"Are you a little slut, girl?"

She gasped as I slid out and back in again, picking up a bit more speed.

"Mistress, yes, I'm your little slut-girl, Mistress!"

I started moving steadily in and out, pumping 6 of my 7 inches into her
over and over. As I did so, I reached my hand forward and wrapped it
around her hot little clit. I squeezed, then slowly ran my hand up and
down her shaft. After a moment, I got a rhythm going where I pulled down
on her clit as I pushed into her, and pushed my hand up to the top of her
clit as I pulled out.

"How does it feel to get fucked, girl?"

"Ohh...thank you, Mistress! I'm such a slut, Mistress!"

"If you cum in my hand, you are going to have to eat it, girl. Do you want
to lick up your own cum?"

"Please, Mistress...please let me lick up my slutty cum, Mistress!"

I took my hand off of her and held it to her face, dripping with pre-cum.

"Do you see what a slut you are, girl?"

Tina moaned and licked my hand clean, "Thank you, my Mistress."

I resumed pumping up and down and in and out, building steadily.

Tina groaned, "Mistress, may I cum, please, Mistress?"

I grinned fiercely, "Yes, girl, cum on my hand and lick it up, you slut!"

With that, I pushed forward all the way into her, forcing the last inch
further up inside her than I had ever penetrated before. Tina writhed
helplessly beneath me as she exploded into in my palm, "Thank you,
Mistress! Ohhh..."

For a few seconds, I let her lay there panting, as I slowly pulled out of
her, then I lifted my hand to her. Looking into my eyes, she tentatively
licked at it, then sucked my hand clean, licking between my fingers to get
every drop.

"You are My property now, understand, Tina?"

"Ohh...yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," she murmured in a tired and
contended voice.