Greg's junior year in college was just beginning. His grades were good thus far throughout his entire college career. Moreover, he was studying mechanical engineering. His goal in life at this point was to become a designer of cars. He heard from various sources that automobile designing generated a lot of income for one who really knew what he was doing.
Hence, Greg spent most of his time studying and taking his courses very seriously. As a matter of fact, one can describe our young man, Greg, as the quiet and serious type; he didn't go out much or hang around with friends. More to the point, one can simply say that our student of engineering didn't have any friends at all except for one.
She wasn't only his friend in a general description thereof, she happened to be his fiancee. Also, after graduation for both of them is complete, they intend to get married and spend the rest of their lives together. In addition, one can go further and simply say they were truly infatuated and in love with each other.
Further, Wendy happened to be a sophomore at the university. Therefore, she was one year behind him in graduation. Nevertheless, this wasn't a problem, for their love and respect for each other was so great that waiting an extra year before getting married didn't produce a problem. Furthermore, both young love birds happened to live on campus. This living arrangement made it easy for them to always see each other, exchange ideas, study together, and ofcourse make out. As a matter of fact, Wendy was up in her dorm room one evening studying when she heard a knock on the door.
As a result, the young lady got up and answered. Greg stood right before her after she opened the entrance. He said, Hi Wendy, how are things going tonight?" The young lady replied happily, "Oh, everything's fine, I'm glad to see you; I've been having some trouble with my calculus class; perhaps you can help me." Consequently, Greg smiled and said, "Ofcourse, what are boyfriends for." She smiled back and motioned for him to enter the room.
Also, that evening, the girl had the room to herself, for her roommate, Jessica, was away for a few days. As Greg entered, he walked over to her bed and sat down. The future engineer then ask, " So lets see what you're having trouble with." The lady moved toward her desk and reached for the math text book. Wendy walked over to where he was seated and placed her nice ass down next to him. Next, she opened the book to the particular page and showed him the subject matter.
He said, " Oh, that's no problem; that's just simple integration." The young man went on, " All you've got to do is integrate by parts; here, I'll show you how." He reached into his shirt pocket and produced a blank sheet of scrap paper together with his pen.
Next, he proceeded to write down the problem together with its solution. Then, Wendy said, " Oh, so that's the way you do it; I'm glad you came over; now I can finish my homework." As she looked into his eyes, Greg remarked, " Yea, I'm really glad to be here; can you teach me how to do something?" Wendy smiled sarcastically and grabbed his crotch. Immediately, he started to erect as she continued to massage his genital area.
Then, Wendy got up and started to undress. Pretty girl removed everything and finally stood naked before her boyfriend. He got up and did the same. He pulled off all his attire and turned around to lay himself upon his back atop her bed. As he lay there, he remarked, " You've got the greatest ass in the world; how about sitting on my face." Wendy laughed and seemed flattered by his words. She immediately turned around and moved back until her gorgeous ass was directly over his face.
Then, she lowered her rump into his big smile. The feline sat there for a minute until the student started to feel his tongue moving about. The horny girl pulled herself around so that she was facing his feet while still seated upon him. Finally, the sensation became intense as his tongue entered her slit. In response, Wendy started to moan and moan. Moreover, her sounds were becoming louder and louder until she caught herself so as not to have the next room hear her ecstasy. She continued to bathe in his servitude.
At last, the happy girl came all over his mouth. After her orgasm, Wendy got up off his happy face and turned around. The sexy college student moved a bit until she was over his cock.
Next, she simply lowered herself upon his prick until it was completely inside of her. Once Again, she started to feel sexual delight on a massive scale. Further, Greg was also getting off.
As she bounced about, he felt himself moving evercloser to a final burst of sexual euphoria. Eventually, in three minutes, he came into her cunt.
With play time over, Wendy got off of him and walked back to her clothes. While putting the attire on, she skipped about the room in total glee, as he too returned into his underwear, pants, and shirt.
Finally, he put his shoes back on and got up. The man said, "Well, I guess I'd better get back to my room. I've got some work to finish and also a test tomorrow." Wendy said, " Ok, I'll be turning in myself pretty soon." Then, she ask, " When will I see you again?" He answered, " In a couple of days, I really have much to study." Wendy seemed satisfied with his answer as she kissed him goodbye.
Her boyfriend left the room and returned to his side of the campus. The next few days went past quite rapidly. Greg spent most of the time reading up on everything he could get his hands on, and she tried to teach herself as much as her math skills let her.
All in all, four days went by with nothing of exception happening. However, the days up, Greg met Wendy as he was changing classes. She ran up to him in some distress, " Greg I've got to leave for a few days to return home; something is wrong with my mother; my sister called and said that mom past out and they took her to the hospital." " I'm sorry; is there anything I can do?" Wendy replied, " I really would like to leave as soon as possible, can you please notify all my teachers that I'll be gone for almost a week." " Sure, that's no problem.", replied Greg.
Then, Wendy said, " Here, this is a list of all my teachers together with the room numbers and buildings." Greg responded, " Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Wendy finally said, " Thanks, I really gotta go." She kissed him on the cheek and left. That very same day, after Greg finished all his classes, he went to the specific rooms of Wendy's instructors and relayed the message.
Moreover, the teachers all understood and seemed concerned for Wendy and her mother. The weekend came along and Greg spent it alone in his room reading and working on a term paper that would be due in a few weeks. With the weekend over, the young college student returned to his classes. Consequently, Monday morning brought him to listen to the routine of the lecture. However, as the afternoon came about, he had some free time. Further, Monday happened to be a day of the week where he had three hours of spare time available.
Therefore, the studious gentleman spent this time in the college library reading. After his last morning class ended, he got up and ventured to the said library. He walked over to the complex and seated himself at one of the tables that can accommodate a number of people. He sat down and removed a book from his school satchel and began reading.
The work was of great interest; it happened to be a detailed engineering text that he burrowed from this same media center a few days back. Nevertheless, as his brain was buried in the pages of this exquisite masterpiece of the human mind, he head the sound of someone moving a chair at the other side of the table.
With half of his attention, Greg could tell that another individual had taken a seat across from him. A minute or two went by; afterward, Greg happened to glance up and look straight into the eyes of manipulation. Before him were the two beaming gems of a sorceress. As a result, the form across the table took his complete attention.
In fact, a sensation of interest and fascination took hold of him in a way similar to his intense interest in the books that he reads. The form before him began to speak, " Hello, my name is Karen; how are you today?" Greg was momentarily stunned, for her image glowed with a force he never previously perceived in a woman.
In addition, her blue eyes together with her dark hair combined themselves in such a way as to generate a statement all their own, a statement with a message coming from another world. Greg continued to stare for a few more seconds when he finally managed to say, " Hi, I'm Greg, pleased to meet you." He extended his hand and she returned the gesture. While shaking hands, they continued to look straight into each others pupils.
As he held her palm, Greg was helpless in not feeling the full force of her personality. Moreover, her physique seemed to radiate some form of mysterious power that wasn't found in the average person. More to the point, one can say this lady belonged to a superior realm. When both let go of one another, Karen ask, " So what are you reading?" " Oh, nothing really, just something about physical engineering.", Greg answered.
The blue eyed beauty then replied, " Engineering's intriguing; I've studied some myself." Cautiously, Greg inquired, " Are you an engineering student?" " No, but some courses are required for what I'm studying." Afterward, the man ask, " What's your major?" " I'm a history major, but for some reason or another, this university requires a few science courses to be included." Greg said, " There's nothing wrong with that, its always good to know a little science." Haphazardly, the mystery lady responded, " I guess your right." With renewed vigor, the black haired one ask, " So what are you doing tonight?" Looking at her intensely, Greg answered, " A few things here and there, why do you ask?" She replied, " How would you like if I take you out tonight to see a movie?" This was precisely what Greg thought she would ask.
Wishing to distance himself from the conversation, he said in reply, " I'm sorry, but I'm already seeing someone." Karen leaned forward and said softly into his face, " What she doesn't know won't hurt her." Karen went on, " She won't be around for a few days, so what's the harm if you and I have a little fun in the meantime." Despite his feeble desire to get away, Greg became curious and ask, " How did you know she was gone?" The feline looked at him slyly and said, " I know because I've been watching both of you for the last couple of weeks." Greg was now a little surprised.
He ask, " Why were you doing that; I don't think we ever met before." She said, " We never did; however, I liked you from the first time I saw you two weeks back; you seem like the quiet type; I like the quiet type." For a moment, Greg felt flattered that she put in the effort to spy on him for some time; however, he finally said, " Look, there's no way we can start seeing each other; my girl friend, Wendy, happens to be engaged to me and it would break her heart if she ever found out I went with someone else." Karen was now probing him with her eyes which pierced forth with a haunting but gothic beauty.
While looking straight into his face, she spoke, " My, what loyalty; that's precisely what I admire in a man; perhaps there's a way in which I can channel some of that devotion in my direction." The catty one said this as she slid even further toward him. Also, her gentle movement caused her low-cut shirt to begin revealing the upper parts of her two attractive tits. In fact, with a few more inches of movement, Karen was now exposing the brown circular rim of her right nipple.
Moreover, her eyes dug their way ever deeper into his psyche as he finally took notice of her large and shapely breasts. Further, his brain was starting to become soft. Will and decisiveness were now giving way toward temptation. Next, his mind started to think, " She's right, Wendy is away for a while and will never know if I don't say anything." Wicked Karen could read him.
Her eyes immediately picked up on his mental vibrations. Then, she ask seductively, " So how about it?" Greg remained silent for over thirty seconds as he looked ever longer into her blue abyss. Finally, the young man said, " Ok, what time do you want to pick me up tonight?" Karen smiled with the look of triumph and replied, "I'll be at your room at eight o'clock tonight; I hear there's a good movie on at the theater up the road at nine this evening." For a moment Greg was about to ask if she needed his room number; however, he immediately remembered that the young vixen was spying on him for the last two weeks; hence she probably already knew his number.
Then, Karen looked at her watch and remarked, " Oh, look at the time; guess I'd better be going to my next class." She winked at him and spoke further, " See you tonight." Greg said, " Goodbye" and continued to read the book. Finally, it was time for his last and only afternoon class. He got up and walked over to the science building.
As he strolled over, his mind would constantly generate images of the lady he just spoke with. Truly, she made a positive impression on him. In fact, darker thoughts started to go in and out of his brain. He said to himself, " She looks better than Wendy; there's something about her that speaks with force and power; its as if I'm hypnotized when around her." However, he next thought of sweet Wendy and her feelings, especially now with her mother being in some sort of trouble health wise.
With some degree of effort, he managed to temporarily erase Karen from his conscious awareness, only to have her emerge later on that day. With all of his classes complete, Greg returned to his dorm room. He sat down behind the small desk and started to do some homework.
Also, his roommate was there and ask him how he's doing. Greg replied, " Oh, just fine; how's everything with you?" The other individual answered, " Great, couldn't be better in the world." Ken, the roommate, then put on a headphone set and laid himself upon the bed; he listened to the music for the next couple of hours. As Greg read on, and the other guy listened on, a knock was heard upon the door. Greg immediately got up and motioned to Ken that he got it.
Next, Greg walked over and turned the knob. He pulled the door open and stared directly into the eyes of that which he so desperately tried to forget. Karen stood before him as a cat before a mouse. She said, " So, are you ready?" Greg nodded and turned to Ken; he said loudly over the music, " Hey Ken, I'll be going out for a while." Ken only looked up and motioned that everything is ok. Finally, Greg got his coat and followed Karen down to her car. As he left the dormitory, he moved straight to the campus street alongside his college residence.
Next, he was struck with the most beautiful Mustang GT that he'd ever laid his eyes on. The black vehicle seemed to go hand in hand with the lady who stood before him.
Moreover, the image of a black cat somehow entered his mind. He stood before the curb at the passenger side of the car and waited until she got in and reached over to unlock the door. Afterward, he opened the door and got in. " Nice car", he remarked as he pulled the handle and finally shut the means of access.
" Thanks", was her reply. The gothic looking young lady started the car and pulled away from the curb. While she drove, Greg would at times glance over and eye her features. Indeed, she was something to look at.
With her dark hair lifted to the top of her head, she radiated a higher form of sophistication. This superiority was combined with individuality expressed by her leather jacket. Also, he gazed downward and noticed that she wore black jeans.
Furthermore, as his eyes would sometimes move all the way toward the floor, he saw that she was wearing black leather stiletto boots which probably went up to her knees under her jeans. "What an image", he thought to himself.
Further, his mind went on, " This bitch isn't normal; sure she's good looking, but someone who dresses herself in black from head to toe and drives a black car to match must have a screw loose upstairs somewhere." Finally, he said to himself, " What does she think this is, Halloween every day of the year?" However, try as he may to generate negative comments about her to himself, he couldn't shake off the attraction he had for her.
He wished the feeling would go away; but alas, time would yield a different fate. Eventually, she pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater.
They both got out of the car and Greg humbly ask, " What movie are we seeing anyway?" The lady in black replied, "Titanic, I can't wait to see all the detail; I heard this movie is the best film so far about that fateful night so long ago." Karen looked straight into his eyes as she said the sentence. Moreover, her blue eyes took on a cold glow that generated a chill down Greg's spine.
" Voyage of fate", he mumbled to himself. Further, he thought, " Fate is all I need at this moment." With all as it may, the two young individuals went into the movie theater. She bought the tickets and they went to their seats. Sitting down, Greg was overwhelmed by the dimness of the lights in the theater.
It was almost as if something was about to encompass him and take complete possession of his being. He couldn't shake off the feeling. In fact, the sensation became more intense the few moments preceding the movie.
The lights went out, and the epic voyage to death and destruction began. While watching the motion picture, he heard her voice as she leaned toward him, " Isn't it funny how everything can be going all right and steaming full speed ahead, then all of a sudden something comes up and throws everything off course and eventually to the depths of damnation." Greg just sat there stumptified.
He could say nothing, for it was as if she were implying something to him. Finally, the picture ended, and the lights in the large room went back on. Then, Karen exclaimed with delight, " What a film, I just loved it; how about you?" Looking into her eyes, he saw the crystal hard coldness of yet another iceberg.
Her eyes were coming strait at him, or so it seemed. He answered her question with a simple, " Yea, it was all right." However, inside, the young man was apprehensive about the whole situation.
Moreover, he was also somewhat nervous; her presence was starting to frighten him. But nevertheless, despite his fear, he couldn't work up the courage to brake himself away and call a cab to take him back to the university. The woman in black walked out of the theater and he followed. Her stride was a magnetic force that pulled him with her. More to the point, he walked behind her and moved along as a prisoner pulled on with a rope or chain. Likewise, his mind was becoming shackled. Will and resistance were now almost non existent.
She got to her car and opened the door. After the vixen entered, she leaned toward his direction and unlocked the passenger door. Our engineering student got in and locked the door afterward.
It was as if he were sealing some form of predetermined course. She started the car and drove off. Greg looked in her direction and inquired, " Where now?" " Let's go to my place.", she responded. " Your place?", Greg ask. " Yes", she said, " I've got my own apartment." As the vehicle moved on, he wondered, " How does she go to school full-time and pay the rent?" He was about to ask her but decided not to at this point in time.
With twenty five minutes of driving complete, Karen pulled up into the parking lot of an apartment complex. The place looked pretty good from the outside.
In fact, Greg actually was impressed with the front of the structure. They both got out of the mustang and walked toward the main lobby.
They entered the glass enclosure and Karen proceeded to open the inner door with her keys which she removed from her purse. Next, the gothic girl pushed the glass door open and held it for a second until Greg got his hold.
They entered the downstairs hall and proceeded to the elevators. She walked toward one of them and pressed the button.
Seven seconds later, the door opened and the couple walked in. On the way up, she turned to him and winked. Greg looked into her eyes and smiled. Further, he was excited and felt a rush overtake him.
Finally, the elevator stopped and they both got out. She went toward her apartment and opened it with the key. Karen and Greg entered, and she closed the door behind him. Looking around, Greg was impressed with the place. Sure, it wasn't the greatest suite in the world; however, for a young college girl, there was much to be proud of. In addition, as he glanced about, the answer to the question that he ask himself in the car now produced itself.
All about there hung pictures and photos of the lady which now stood before him, telling Greg that she was somehow in the modeling business. However, the pictures weren't the average images one glanced upon in the everyday fashion magazine. He ask, " So what kind of magazine do you have your pictures placed?" She gave him an inquisitive glance and said, " How perceptive, you guessed right; I'm in the fashion business; my pictures go into a number of magazines." She went on, " Dominant Mystique, Mistress, and Exotique are a few of them." Thinking to himself, Greg recalled these magazines from somewhere.
Then, it occurred to him, these are fetish periodicals that he glanced at once in an adult bookstore a few years back before he met Wendy. Next, he ask, " So you make enough money with all of this to support your way through college?" " Oh yea, I make enough; I even have a few bucks left for myself on the side." Her words were all now beginning to take a different tone. The voice which spoke within these walls was becoming more and more seductive and tempting.
Next, she moved toward him and stuck her face directly into his. Karen eyed him as she removed her coat. Moreover, her eyes were those of a snake taking hold of its pry.
He immediately followed her example and let his jacket fall to the floor. The black haired beauty took hold of his shoulder and slowly pushed him down to his knees. Then, the temptress spoke in a commanding tone, " Remove all your clothes." Her words pierced his soul.
She wasn't just going to make love with him, she began to take possession of him. A second later, he started to undress. However, for a monument after he had removed his shirt, he hesitated. " What the fuck's the problem?", she yelled down at him. Her tone startled him. For a second he felt anger, but that sensation quickly gave way to a humble reply, " What about Wendy; I can't do this to her, Karen, let's forget the whole thing." With every fiber of his being, he finally managed to work up enough strength to begin standing up.
However, all was to no use, for Karen simply pushed him back down and said, " She's not around; and besides, I think in the long run, you like me better." Greg just knelt there and stared up into the power of her eyes. She yelled, " Now finish up; take off the rest of your shit!" He obeyed.
He removed his shoes, pants, and underwear. The studious individual was now naked and on his knees before the lady who would change his life forever. Quietly, the gothic beauty turned around and walked over to a china cabinet that was standing against the wall of the livingroom. She opened a drawer and produced two pairs of handcuffs.
Without another word, the lady moved back to Greg and said, " Place your hands behind your back." He did as she said. Also, he noticed that he was having a sexual rush. She obviously noticed this also as his cock erected before her.
The vixen smiled in delight as she placed the cuffs upon his wrists. Next, she ordered, " Stick your ankles together." Again, the evermore compliant Greg obeyed and did as he was told. Mistress Karen placed the metal cuffs on his ankles and snapped them shut.
" There"she said, " Now you can't go anywhere you piece of shit." Her magnetism was now taking complete hold. He was not in the least annoyed by her negative remarks. In fact, they seemed to have a certain validity to them. His self image was falling, all confidence was evaporating, and to his greatest horror, everything seemed correct. Further, a masochistic vice was enclosing itself around him.
Escape was now impossible. He was caught in her web; she had him pure and simple. College boy just knelt there as she looked at him and said, " Your gonna be all mine; there's nothing you can do to escape me." Karen turned around and walked into another room leaving the helpless male kneel there completely naked.
She closed the door behind her, and not a sound was hence forth heard. Greg knelt there in silence for ten minutes before he finally decided to yell in her direction, " Karen, where are you, what are you doing?" There wasn't any response.
Two minutes later, he tried again, " Please Karen, let me loose, what's going on?" Again, only silence emanated from the adjoining room.
Further, he stared at the closed door with awe, fear, and respect. What lie beyond was becoming an ever greater mystery. Eventually, thirty minutes past without any response or sound from the gothic lady. Moreover, our male slave was staring to become desperate. His fear became intense. In addition, he noticed that his naked body started to tremble. With the time of year, he wasn't surprised to feel a slight draft flow over his helpless frame which was now becoming everthemore fragile by the minute.
However, the worst thing of all wasn't any of the physical inconveniences, but the constant and errie stares looking down at him from all sides of the room. Her eyes were everywhere on the walls. Each portrait of her ladyship penetrated to the depths of his inner soul.
Wherever he turned his gaze, there she was, an omnipresent entity, being everywhere and nowhere. In fact, this lady was starting to give him doubts about his own effectiveness as a human being. He couldn't explain it, but for some reason or another, the life was slowly waning away within him. Likewise, Greg felt as a balloon slowly loosing air and sinking further and further to the ground.
Another thirty minutes had past and still there wasn't a sound or response of any kind from Karen. He began to wonder of there existed another way out of the apartment and she used it to leave him here to wither and fallow.
Clearly, she used some form of psychological preparation and conditioning. He couldn't do anything but wait. On occasion, he would once again yell for her, " Please, please, Karen, come back, let me loose." Again, nothing but the same haunting silence.
The isolation treatment went on eighteen more minutes until Greg heard the spine tingling sound of the room door slowly opening. The apartment building was kept up; but nevertheless, it was an old building. Moreover, her apartment still had the original doors within it.
Hence, as the door slowly moved, it moaned and sweeked with a gothic anticipation. The revolution of the door was such that the wooden plane moved toward him as it cautiously crept its way open. He could see nothing save the door. Further, his heart was pounding in fear and anxiety. He knew not what to expect from the creature at the other side, for it was already clear to him from the last hour and a half that there's indeed something wrong with the lady.
In addition, while the shackles held him in place, she could do anything to him; he was as helpless as an ant before the footwear of a giantess. Finally, her stature emerged from behind the moving panel. Her figure was as radiant as ever.
Further, Greg was struck by the leather attire attached to her magnificent body. Upon her feet, she had the most exquisite pair of highheeled leather boots he had ever seen. Moreover, the black leather rose up to her hips, producing an image of uncompromising force and elegance.
Also, about her waist, this femme fatale had only a black leather corset. It covered nothing else. Her cunt and ass were displayed with all their glory. To add to her image of domination, she had a pair of black leather gloves which ran up the entire length of her arm and just came to a halt three inches below her armpit.
And last but not least, in her hand was the instrument of persuasion, the whip through which her message of self emulation would be conveyed. This dominatrix of darkness walked up to him with a casual stride and said after she stood directly before him, " You really do want me; in fact; you need a dominant woman to take care of you.
Truly, I'm the mistress to fulfill that role." Next, she started to gently caress his neck with the coiled whip.
Slowly, she worked her way around him. As she circled his frame, Karen noticed his erection returning. " See", she said, " I'm always right, am I not?" Greg just knelt there like a docile fool. However, he was immediately awakened from his delirium by the yell of her voice and the crack of the whip next to the side of his face, " Your mistress has ask you a question; I demand an immediate response!" Greg looked into the cold, yet determined glare of her blue eyes and whimpered, " Yes Karen, you're right." Again, his body immediately recoiled as her whip snapped a second time, " Let's get one thing straight, whenever you address me, it's as Mistress or Mistress Karen; is that clear you pile of garbage!" The frightened little boy looked at her and said, " Yes mistress." Next, lady dominatrix squatted down in front of him and stuck her face into his.
With her free hand, she reached for his cock and started to pull. As she continued to eye him, she pulled ever harder on his manhood. Without blinking, she continued to stare at him as he began to scream. If she pulled a little harder, he would lose his cock.
Karen retained the tension for a whole minute until she finally released her grip. As he breathed a sigh of relief, he was then stunned by the impact of her spittle in his face. The phylum hit him in the right eye and slowly ran down his cheek until it finally left his face and fell to the floor. Then, the mistress said, " Now tell me what you are; tell me your whole purpose in life; I want to hear it loud and clear." His fear was mixing itself with his sexual attraction for her.
Moreover, her physique and eyes were taking hold of his mind and rendering him helpless. The more he looked at her, the smaller he felt. Again, he heard her demanding voice, " Well". As if a force took hold of his mouth, the words came out with a smooth and consitant tone, " Oh Mistress Karen, you're the supreme force that has entered my life.
From this moment onward, I want to do nothing but serve and obey you." With some surprise to himself, he continued, " At this point, I renounce all individuality on my part; I want to be nothing but an extension of your stronger and superior personality." A diabolical smile was now crossing Karen's face as she responded to his words, " Yes, that's right; I claim you as my own. Your mine and will do whatever I say." Further, she went on, " You can forget about little Wendy, she can go to hell as far as I'm concerned; your loyalty is to me now and no one else." Greg was totally hypnotized, he could only say, " Yes Mistress".
The witch reached for his cock again but this time only toyed with it, " My, you're cute; I really like you; you and I are going to go a long way together." After saying these last words, the dominatrix and mistress raised herself up and turned around, shoving her firm and lovely ass right into his face.
Next, she moved her head back and gave the command, " Kiss my ass little slave boy; kiss it now; show me what you can do." The sight of her ass in his face tripled his sexual yearnings. Also, humility surged forth as never before. She heard him say, " Oh great lady of power, its an honor to kiss your ass." He pushed his face forward and started to kiss. He began at the lower part of the right side. He kissed and kissed.
Further, he worked his way upward and then back down the other side. All the while, she gazed downward and absorbed it all. Greg moved his lips over every part of her rump until he had every spot covered. The young lady then remarked, " That's not bad, you really know how to kiss." Next, she ask, " Did you ever kiss Wendy's ass?" Greg answered, " Yes Mistress, at times I have." Before he knew what hit him, her whip came down upon his left shoulder.
The pain was intense. He glanced over to find blood starting to ouz out of a line which extended over his entire shoulder arch. Then, he turned his head to look up at her in horror. Her voice screeched to a fever pitch as she exclaimed, " From now on, my ass is the only ass you'll ever kiss again in that pathetic useless shit pile you call a life!" Her voice now reached its maximum as she yelled, " Is that clear?" To his surprise, the pain she inflicted was pleasantly intoxicating.
The sensation did nothing but heighten his respect for her. Consequently, he responded to her demanding question, " Yes Mistress". After he said that, the humble one fell forward and shoved his face into her boots; the words which next came from his mouth were everything that she wanted to here.
" Mistress, oh mistress, I worship you, I praise you, please let me adore you in any way you so desire." Upon her face glowed the expression of complete selfindulged satisfaction. Also, her vanity began to shine as a supernova in the night sky. As a result, the mistress of darkness said to her newly acquired slave, " You're not finished with my ass." Again, she turned around and placed her rump in front of his face.
Turning her head back, she looked downward as her greatness used both hands to spread her rear apart. The noble vixen then spoke, " See my asshole; well give it a nice long kiss like you've never kissed before." Greg immediately responded and stuck his lips up her ass crack.
He kissed her nether eye with complete devotion. Next, she said, " Now start licking; lick the crack of my ass from top to bottom; I mean now!" Slaveboy dutifully performed his task.
He started at the patch of skin between her shit hole and her cunt, working his way up to the tale bone. " Now do it again.", she ordered. Again, he started at the bottom and worked his way to the top. Finally, after eleven long and smooth strokes of his tongue, the lady had enough, " You can stop now", she said as if speaking to a small child.
Lady of power turned around and then said to her property, " There, see how easy it is to serve and obey a superior being." Greg just knelt there and nodded in docile compliance. Next, the mistress walked back into the room from which she initially emerged and returned five seconds later with a small key. Kneeling in front of him, the vixen unlocked the cuffs about his wrists and ankles.
The metal fell to the wooden floor with a penetrating sound. The lady stood up again and let the key fall to the floor.
Afterward, she moved her hand to her crotch and said in a moaning voice, " Oh, I've really gotta piss." Her tone became louder as she ordered, " Open your mouth asswhipe and stick your degenerate face below my glorious cunt." The broken male did precisely as she commanded.
Then, she said, " Well, here it comes." A warm sensation started to overcome every corner of his mouth. The saline flavor was everywhere that his taste buds could reach. The pissing continued until she had finished and filled his mouth to capacity. The fool now knelt before his dominant mistress with a mouthful of her golden nectar strait from the slit of Goddess Karen. She said, " Get up whimp and go into the bathroom down that hall and spit it into the toilet.
Furthermore, you'd better be quick about it, or the next time I'll have you swallow my imperial fluid." The conquered one got up and moved in the direction of her pointing hand. The image of her physique and the gesture of giving direction was a force all to its own. Likewise, the sight in and of itself was enough to make him surrender to her. Hence, he walked quickly to the bathroom and spit the piss into the bowl. Also, he couldn't help but notice that the seat was down. The image of the lowered seat signified the presence of a lady, and a very noble one at that.
With the golden honey out of his mouth, Greg returned as fast as he could back to the livingroom. There, she stood waiting for him, whip in hand. When he reached a position directly before her, he sank to his knees and looked upward into the eyes of the diabolical beauty.
He heard the superior sound of her words, " That was almost quick enough, but just to ensure you move quicker the next time, I'll give you a lashing." Next, he heard her yell, " Lay down on your stomach!" He immediately fumbled with himself for a second but managed to get himself in the position she desired. As he lay on the cold wood completely at her mercy, he heard the repeating crack of the whip in the air above his exposed back. Then, without warning, the most intense sting of his life came across his vertebrae.
The pain was incredible; it burned and dug deep into the core of his being. Again, another came. Another and another. Finally, after six lashes, the mistress decided he had enough. She stopped and exclaimed, " Get up and kneel before my greater glory!" He immediately complied. However, as he knelt, he noticed that blood was now running down his back and dripping upon the floor. Moreover, the pain was excruciating. However, the intensity of the negative sensation only increased the magnitude of devotion he had for her.
The fact that she's a source of pain implies she's a source and reservoir of power; consequently, her image was greatly enhanced in his captivated mind. Kneeling before Karen, he once again fell forward and started to kiss the lower portion of her boots, " Oh Karen, please own me forever, please, I'll do what ever you say, oh Karen, I respect you." Before he could say another word, he once again felt another strike of the whip across his back, " What did I previously say?", she yelled down at him, " You will address me as mistress." "I'm sorry mistress, its all my fault, please, oh great lady, forgive my gross ineptitude." "Good", she replied, " Just remember that I'm your mistress and will tolerate no dissent." " Yes Mistress" was his humble response.
As she looked down at his back while he kissed her boots, the lady could easily tell that he needed stitches. The lash marks were deep, and the bleeding continued. Therefore, mistress Karen said to the pathetic piece of garbage before her, " We've got a lot to talk about; however, before I tell you what you're to do with yourself in the days to come, I'm going to bandage up your back somewhat and take you to the emergency room to get those wounds stitched up." She went on, " Don't worry about money; since I own you now; I'm responsible for you." Lady greatness turned around and walked into the bathroom.
As she proceeded, she threw the whip upon the livingroom solfa and finally entered the bathroom. Inside, Karen got some large bandage pads from the cabinet together with medical tape. Further, she reached for a bottle of iodine right before she left the room. The gothic one returned to the livingroom and went over to her slave.
She opened the iodine bottle and poured the entire contents of the vile over his back. Then, she said angrily, " Shit, I forgot something." The woman left and returned a few moments later with a wet wash cloth. Also, the iodine mixed with blood ran down his scorched back with an even flow. Greg felt the yellow substance penetrate his wounds and sting as the whip beforehand. Finally, Karen decided to wipe off the excess residue.
With time, the bleeding slowed down significantly but still continued. Next, she placed the bandage pads over all the incisions. She then took the tape and wrapped it around his torso as to ensure that the pads stay in place.
With her amateur medical job done, she got up and ordered, " Go get yourself dressed, I'll be right back. The dominatrix entered the other room and emerged five minutes later wearing a black skirt that went just below her knees together with a white blouse. Over this attire, she wore a black suit jacket that went with the skirt. It was clear to Greg that she merely slipped into some lingerie and put the over clothes atop her leather corset.
Finally, as she moved toward him, the wooden floor amplified the force of her walk produced by the magnificent boots.
With himself dressed also, he reached for his coat and followed the dominant one out of the apartment and down to the black mustang. They both got into the car and she drove strait to the hospital. The ride only took twenty minutes, for a large clinic existed a few miles from her apartment.
Karen entered the emergency parking lot and pulled into a space. Mistress and her slave got out and went into the building.
Next, she walked directly over to the receptionist's desk and explained the situation, " I've a friend here who just injured the skin on his back, could you help?" After she said this, she moved away and let Greg explain things from hence forth. In fact, she said to him, " I'll be in the waiting room; let me know when you're finished." The lady simply walked into the adjoining room and reached for a magazine; mistress sat down and lost herself in an article.
Greg, on the other hand, was bombarded with many questions. Finally, with the interrogation coming to an end, a lady doctor emerged from the other side of the hall and said, " Follow me sir." Greg followed her into a room. " Take off your shirt and lay down on your stomach so I can see what's wrong." As he lay there, the female physician removed all the bandages and tape. She looked down a little surprised and ask, " How did this happen; these are whip marks?" Greg at first knew not what to say; however, he finally muttered, " Its just something that happened, can you fix it up?" The doctor answered, " Yea, it'll take an hour of stitching but aside from that, you should heal up in a few weeks." Greg replied, " Ok, thanks." The lady ask no further questions, she only glanced down at him now and then with suspicion as she worked on his wounds.
Finally, with fifty minutes up, the woman said, "Ok, you're all done.
Don't remove the fresh bandages for a few days; after that things should slowly move back to normal." With that said, the doctor motioned for Greg to go back to the receptionist. He got up and went back into his clothes. Next, Greg got off the table and walked out into the hall and over to the waiting room. He glanced at Karen who happened to look up and see him. The slave said, " I'm all finished." Karen got up and walked over to the receptionist's table and ask, " So how much do we owe you?" The female doctor was also standing there and said to the lady behind the window, " I worked on him for almost an hour." After she spoke to the other employee, the physician looked in Karen's direction.
She immediately glanced down at the boots and then measured the woman in black off from head to toe. Instinctively, the surgeon knew what the situation was all about.
However, she said nothing and merely walked away. When the physician was out of range, she simply muttered to herself, " It takes all kinds." With the doctor gone, the receptionist told Karen that the bill was four hundred and sixty dollars. Mistress said nothing but only reached into her jacket pocket and produced her checkbook.
She wrote out a check for the specific amount. The lady behind the table said, "thanks", handed Karen a receipt, and told her everything is fine. Karen turned to Greg and said, " All right, let's go back to my place." They left the hospital, got into the car, and lady domination drove back to her lair. When they entered her apartment, Karen told Greg to sit down and get ready for his instructions. The helpless victim removed his coat and threw it down on the solfa.
He sat down next to it as the boss bitch went into the other room. She then reemerged without the black jacket. She sat down upon the other end of the couch and started to speak, " As I told before we left for the hospital, you're mine now. We're going to stay with one another. You're to leave your room at the university and move in here with me. Don't worry about expenses; I make enough selling my great physique to all the fetish publications; therefore, I can support you as you complete your college education." The dynamic personality went on, " When you're finished with college, then we'll get married.
And ofcourse, I'll decide what you do with your paycheck after you find suitable employment." " And another thing", she said, " You're obviously to do all of the housework here. Karen then ask, " Is that clear slave boy?" Greg only replied with a humble nod of the head.
However, after six seconds had elapsed, he worked up enough nerve to ask, " What am I going to tell Wendy after she returns from her visit to her mother?" " Fuck her!", was Karen's response. Greg stuttered on, " But she's going to start looking for me and asking questions." Karen's eyes now started to glow with fury, " Let her look, I'll take care of the slut when the time comes!" After yelling at him, the mistress moved over toward his end of the solfa and grabbed his shirt collar, " Don't ever question me again; I'll decide how things are run around here; understand?" " Yes mistress", was the subservient reply.
Afterward, Karen looked up at the livingroom clock and said, " Its getting late; I'll drive you back to the university; tomorrow evening, however, I want you to pack all your things together and wait for me; I'll then pick you up and you'll move in here with me." Greg nodded in agreement.
Finally, he reached for his coat, and she went back into the other room and got her black jacket. They both went downstairs to her car. She took him back to his dormitory room. As the mysterious being drove off, he stood there watching the machine move away into the night. For a moment, he wondered if he was making the right decision; however, her hold upon his brain was now so great that he couldn't resist even if he wanted to.
Next, Greg walked up the dormitory stairs and went to his room. He knocked upon the door and Ken opened it. " So, how was the evening?", Ken ask. Greg answered, " Oh, it was ok." He then went on, " Oh, Ken, I hate to tell you this, but starting tomorrow, I won't be here anymore." " What do you mean?", inquired the roommate.
" I mean that tomorrow evening I'm moving out and in with someone who lives off campus." Ken looked at him for a moment and ask, " Won't that cost you more because of rent?" Greg replied, " No, she's taking care of everything." " I thought Wendy lived on campus?", Ken ask. " She does; I'm moving in with some other female student who lives off campus and has her own apartment." " In other words, I'm braking up with Wendy." In response, Ken said nothing; he only looked at Greg with slight suspicion.
Next, Greg started removing his overclothes to get ready for a shower so he can turn in. After he removed his shirt, Ken was startled to see all of the bandages upon Greg's back, " What the hell happened to you", Ken blurted out. Greg said, " I really don't want to talk much about it; its just something I went through tonight." " Whatever", Ken mumbled and then went into his bed and covered himself, for he was already dressed in his night clothes and ready for sleep.
Finally, Greg showered off and turned in also. The next day came and Greg went through all his classes. He had a difficult time concentrating upon the lecture in anticipation of the coming evening.
Furthermore, his back was also giving him pain on and off as he sat in his chair. Nevertheless, the day went by, and he returned to his room. When he arrived, he immediately started to pack. He didn't have much, only a few essentials. He left again to go to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat. With supper finished, he returned to the dormitory to await the moment of fate.
Sure enough, at seven thirty the phone rang and the voice on the other end was that of his mistress, " So, are you ready?" " Yes mistress", was his reply. "Good", she said, " I'll be right over." She hung up the phone and left Greg sitting there listening to the blank dial tone. A while later, a knock was heard upon the room door. Greg got up and opened it. Before him stood the mystery unto which his life had surrendered itself.
She was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a blouse together with the boots and leather jacket she had previously worn. Without saying a word, she simply walked into the room, looked around and then walked back out into the hall. She said, " You don't have much; I'll go down to the car and wait; it should only take you three trips back and forth to get all your things loaded in my trunk." She turned around and left.
As her highness moved away from the open room, she past a young man moving in the opposite direction toward the room. It was Ken; he gave her a curious look but said nothing. The dark haired lady, on the other hand, stared strait ahead and returned to her car and waited.
As Ken entered the room, he said, " I see you're all ready to go." Greg replied, " Yea, goodbye and good luck." Ken said, " Thanks." Ken looked on as he noticed Greg was reaching down and picking up a box. Greg said, " I'll be back two more times for the other two." Ken said, " Here, let me help you." " Oh thanks", replied Greg.
Ken took up another box and followed Greg down to the car. Ken noticed the same lady in the vehicle but said nothing, and she said nothing to him. Greg returned to the dorm room with Ken and then said another goodbye, " Well, it was nice knowing you; I hope things work out with your next roommate." Ken said, " Everything will be ok, goodbye and good luck." They both shook hands.
Greg picked up the final box. He carried it downstairs and then placed it into Karen's trunk. Finally, he got in, and she drove off. Upon arriving at the apartment building, Karen said, after parking her car, " I'll be going upstairs, make sure the trunk is secure when your finished." He only said, " Yes mistress." The dominatrix went upstairs to her apartment, and he followed with one of the boxes. When they got inside, she pointed in the direction of the bedroom and said, " Put that shit overthere." He walked into the room and placed the cardboard container against the wall opposite the bed.
He left the room and returned down to her car. He removed the next box from the trunk and proceeded up to the flat. When he arrived in the livingroom, he found the mistress stretched out upon the solfa watching a television program.
Further, she had removed her jacket and was wearing only her shirt and jeans together with the boots. After he emerged empty-handed from the bedroom, she ordered, " Go in the kitchen and get me a glass of water." Consequently ,he went into the kitchen and opened one of the cupboards. Greg removed a glass and filled it with water from the faucet. The house boy then returned to the livingroom and handed her the glass. Greg was about to go back downstairs for the last box when he was startled by the sound of shattering glass, " Asshole, what the fuck do you think this is; I saw a spot on that glass!" He looked in her direction and observed that she threw the glass to the floor.
Next, Greg heard, " Go back there and get me another one; this time do it right." He quietly returned and got another glass. He looked it over thoroughly and even wiped it clean with a paper towel. The glass was perfect. Greg filled it with water and ventured back to the gothic bitch. She took it from him, looked it over, and said, " That's better; when you return with the last piece of your trash, clean up the mess before me." He said, " Yes mistress." He left the apartment only to hear her yell after him, " And make sure everything on that car is locked if you know what's good for you." As he removed the last carton, he double checked and made certain that all was in order and locked.
He returned to the apartment and placed the last of his belongings into the bedroom. " Get over here!", he heard her yell. Greg went into the livingroom and saw her pointing toward the main door. " Go and lock it, stupid, I don't need anyone coming in here and cleaning me out while I sleep." " I was just going to; I had the box in my hand." Suddenly, she jumped forth from the couch and marched over to him; she spit into his face and then slapped him, " Don't you ever talk back to me again, dickhead, or I'll fix you for good." " I'm sorry mistress", was his humbly reply.
" Now lock that door!", she yelled. He went over and pulled the bolt while she returned to the couch and laid herself out as the queen of Sheba.
Then, the dominatrix ask, " So when are you going to clean up that broken glass; when hell freezes over?" Greg immediately walked into the kitchen and got the dustbin, a broom, and a few pieces of paper towel. He reentered the livingroom and pushed all of the glass with the broom into the bin. Next, he used the paper towels to absorb all the remaining water. He went back to the kitchen to dispose of the shattered glass and put everything else he used away. As he put the last thing in its place, her voice echoed through the apartment, " In the bedroom closet you'll find a box containing shoe polish and a few other things; go get it and come over here!" As a result, the obedient one went into the bedroom and found what she had ask for.
He reached for them and went out into the livingroom and stood before her majesty. She took the remote on her lap and turned off the television.
Then, the noble one sat up on the couch and placed both of her feet upon the floor. Next, she pulled up the lower part of her jeans to reveal the full height of the leather.
Mistress looked up and stared into his eyes. Three seconds later she burst forth, " Well, don't just stand there like an ass, get down on your knees and start shining my boots!" The male servant of the imperial mistress lowered himself to his knees and removed the shoe polish can and rag.
He opened the can and took the rag, dunking it into the black substance. With enough shinola on the cloth, he started to spread cream upon her impressive footwear. Further, he continued until the entire boot was completely covered with the polish. He did the same with the other masterpiece. Afterward, the humble man reached into the shoe shine box and removed the buffer brush. Next, he buffed and buffed every spot upon her stiletto magnificence. He stroked back and forth for thirty eight minutes until the boots shined with a perfect glow.
" That's very good, slave.", she remarked, " Now put everything back into the kit and replace the stuff where it belongs." Greg respectfully returned the utensils back into the box and carried the whole thing back to the bedroom closet.
Upon returning to the dominant one, he heard her command, "Get back on your knees." He knelt before her and she said, " Start kissing the leather, and you'd better kiss with enthusiasm." As a result, he moved his face toward the black shine and proceeded to kiss. Over and over, his lips moved upon every spot of her dominant boots. As his ritual continued, he noticed that he was becoming erect. His cock felt warm and hard.
Furthermore, he felt his underwear getting wet with precum. " Oh lady of perfection and glory", he heard himself say, " I adore your greatness; there's no one in all humanity that can take your eternal place." She looked down at him with a wicked smile and said with full confidence, " How true you are; there's nothing that can equal my magnificence; you're just a bug crawling at my feet." Her words stimulated his masochism more than ever.
Finally, she ordered, " Remove all your clothes." He got up and started to undress; he threw everything down upon the floor next to him. When completely naked, the slave went back down upon his knees and continued the boot worship. Next, she glanced down at his erection and said, " That cock of yours is only here to please me; let's see if it can do a good job." She got up and walked into the bathroom, leaving him kneeling upon the wooden floor.
Mistress returned with a condom in one hand and a ruler in the other. As she stood before him, she dictated, " Stand up straight." He got up and stood to full attention. The dark haired lady squatted down and took his prick into one of her hands. With the other, she placed the ruler next to his manhood. Then, she muttered, " Hmm, six and a quarter inches; that's not the largest I've seen, but ofcourse, its not the smallest either; I guess it'll have to do." Boss lady stood up strait and said, " Lay down on your back." Greg got down and stretched himself upon the cold floor.
Karen then pealed open the condom package and pulled the rubber over his cock. Next, she removed all of her clothes; further, she slid her pants over her boots. Wearing nothing save the footwear, the lady sat down on his rod and lowered herself to completely engulf his shaft. The unholy wench said, " You'd better feel good, or I'll make your balls scream for mercy." Also, as she started to bounce up and down, moans of pleasure emerged from her mouth.
Consequently, Greg knew that the mistress was enjoying herself. Her moans got louder and louder the faster she moved. Finally, her orgasm came and threw her into a frency of delight. A second after her burst, he came into the cover. The ecstasy subsided, she got up and walked into the bathroom.
The dictator then sat her beautiful ass down upon the toilet seat. Sitting there, Karen snapped her fingers and yelled for Greg, " Come here jerko, I've got a job for you." Immediately, Greg got up and ventured over to his dominant mistress.
She said, " Kneel down next to the toilet and start kissing the side of my great ass while I take a shit!" As a result, he knelt down as ordered and started to give her rump all the respect she desired.
A few seconds later, he heard the splash of her shit strike the surface of the water. After that, the smell emerged from the back of her ass. Again, he heard the dropping sound of her excrement. Finally, Karen said, "That's good, you're doing great; however, I want you to stop for a moment." In response, the trained pet ceased the kissing ritual and just knelt there awaiting another order.
She stood up and then got down on all fours. Next, the lady shoved her ass directly into Greg's face and said, " Here, lick the shit residue off my asshole, asshole!" The slave looked at her behind and was overcome by its intoxicating splendor. He had no problem with her command. Hence, he stuck his servant tongue up her crack and started to lick the shit off her back door! For five whole minutes, little slave boy cleaned her ass. He did a terrific job, for when the allotted time came up, the mistress simply got back on her feet and turned around, looking down at her merchandise, she said, while patting him on the head, " Good doggy, I've never felt cleaner before; not even a shower has done such a wonderful job.
Oh yea, you can have no doubt that I'm keeping you for good." Next, mistress started to walk out of the bathroom and back into the livingroom. Greg followed her on all fours; like a trained dog, he sniffed her ass as he moved back into the adjoining room. With eloquence, the noble goddess seated herself back upon the solfa and said to her slave, " Here, I want another orgasm; start licking my cunt, and I want it done right or I'll give you the ultimate in punishment." Greg moved between her spread legs and stuck his humble face into her crotch.
He licked and licked. All the while, he could hear her moans of pleasure, " Mmmm, yea that feels good, oh yea, oh yes, yes, yes!" Finally, the dominant one came into the face of the submissive one.
After satisfaction had overtaken her, she yelled at her property, " Go into the kitchen and make something to eat, I'm starved." Compliantly, he went into the next room and prepared something for both himself and the gothic one. When completed, he placed her portion upon a try and carried it out to her. He set it upon the cocktail table and awaited her response, " Go back, get your shit, and place it on the floor here next to my feet; you can eat off the floor like the animal you are." Greg returned to the kitchen and then reentered the livingroom, placing his food plate upon the floor.
Next, her voice said, " Use your mouth only." Obediently, he stuck his face into the plate and began consuming its contents. She looked on for a few moments, laughed, and then started to eat her dinner. With her dinner complete, the dominatrix raised the heel of her right boot to the top of the livingroom table and used it to push her tray off and onto the floor.
As a result, what was left of her food lay all over the surrounding area. She said to Greg, "Clean that up." The slave was also finished with his share of the meal; hence, he raised himself up and moved over to the mess. He bent down again and picked up most of the debree and placed all back upon the tray. Greg reached for his plate and returned with the items into the kitchen. With a sponge and paper towl in hand, the house boy went back into the livingroom and cleaned off the floor as his mistress watched with keen eyes.
The cleanup complete, he walked into the kitchen and washed the dishes. With all finished, he heard her yell, " Get back here!" He went back toward the solfa and stood before his controller as she said, " You can go into the bedroom now and straighten your crap out. Since you're going to be living here for some time, you may as well have everything set up for maximum efficiency.
Greg went into the sleeping quarters and arranged everything so that he could get to things in the most practical manner as possible. Further, he put all his books out in relation to how he needs them relative to the days of the week. Finally, all was in order. With the day coming to a close, Karen said to her pet, " I'm taking a shower, when I'm done, you take one and then come to bed with me." They both washed themselves and turned in for the night.
The next day he got up and went to school. She did the same. However, when he got home in the evening, that is, back to Karen's place, she would already be there waiting for him. Once again, the entire mistress-slave drama unfolded itself, where he had to perform all of the lowly tasks for his dominant mistress. Nevertheless, Karen would permit him some time in the evenings for his studies. In fact, she would say, " You'd better do well in school if you know what's good for you; when you graduate and get a job, I want your paycheck; its always great to get one's hands on a few extra bucks." All in all, the rest of the week went by with the usual humiliation and domination.
However, two weeks past and Wendy returned from her trip to her mother. The young lady came back Sunday afternoon and settled into her dormitory room. With all set up and ready for classes the next day, she decided to visit Greg's room on the other side of the university. Therefore, Wendy left her dormitory and strolled over to the boy's complex. She entered the main doorway and proceeded up the stairs. When she reached her destination, the female knocked upon the door and Ken answered, " Oh high Wendy, how was your trip?" " Oh everything was ok.
My mom is feeling better; things aren't as bad as they first thought.", she answered. Ken replied, " That's good; I'm glad to hear that." Then, Wendy inquired, " Is Greg here?" Ken answered with stumbling words, " Ah, oh well, you see, there's something I have to tell you." Wendy's face became perplexed as she ask, " What is it, what's wrong?" Ken went on, " I hate to be the one to tell you, but,ah, it appears as if Greg moved in with someone else who just happens to live off campus." Wendy's eyes widened as she ask, " Who, what do you mean, that doesn't make any sense." Ken then said to the innocent lass, " All I can say is that it appears he moved in with another woman." Wendy was now becoming distressed.
She inquired further as to the whereabouts of Greg and this other woman. Ken could only reply that the lady had dark hairs and blue eyes. Further, he added that this mystery person drove a black mustang. Finally, Wendy ask Ken, " So how do I find the new address?" Ken answered, " Your best bet is the administration building and ask them if he said anything about his new address." Wendy realized this to be a good idea.
She said thanks to Ken and then went back to her dormitory room, for the administration building wouldn't open until tomorrow morning. With the advent of Monday morning, Wendy got up and dressed herself.
She took her books for the day's classes and left the dorm. However, before she went to her first class, she stopped at the administration office and did indeed find that Greg had already notified them of the address change.
Consequently, she copied down the new address and put it into her pocket. The young lady went to her classes and the day finally came to an end with the arrival of late afternoon.
Also, earlier that day, she thought of looking for Greg at the science building, but she decided not to, for she had much to get straightened out with her teachers due to the length of her absence, hence she choose the evening hours to make the anxious visit. Pretty little Wendy ate supper in the school cafeteria and finally walked over to her car in the university parkinglot. She got in and drove away toward the new address. Upon arrival, she pulled her car in front of the apartment building and parked along the side of the street.
The girl got out and proceeded to the main lobby. Looking at the paper in her hand, she pressed the corresponding apartment buzzer button. Four seconds later, she heard Greg's voice, " Who is it?" Wendy simply replied, " Its me, Wendy." For a few seconds she heard nothing.
Upstairs, however, Greg turned around and said to the mistress, " She's here, what should I do?" Karen yelled back at him, " Oh, don't be such a wuss, press that fucken button and let the whore in." In response, Greg did as Karen said; he pressed the buzzer and yelled into the intercom, " Come on up." Therefore, Wendy pulled the door open and went inside the hall. Next, she ascended the stairs and proceeded toward the apartment.
When she finally saw the correct number upon one of the doors, she knocked. Standing alone in the dimly lit corridor, she finally heard the sound of a chain being pulled off its track. Afterward, the noise of a lock opening came and the door moved inward. Before her stood Greg. He looked scared and embarrassed, but he eventually managed to say, " Hi Wendy, please come in." The girl walked into the apartment, and her eyes immediately noticed one of the errire portraits hanging from the wall.
She glanced at it for a moment and was slightly overtaken by its power. However, the determined female pulled her eyes away and turned her head. Next, her young gaze fell on a figure stretched out atop the livingroom solfa. In fact, the form before her was the same individual so uniquely depicted in the portrait. Then, the relaxed, yet diabolical figure began to speak, " So you're Wendy; well, pleased to meet you; you know, I fucked your boyfriend." Stunned, Wendy turned to Greg and ask, " What's this all about, what's going on here; I thought we were engaged?" The first thing that came from Greg's lips was a soft and gentle question, " So how's your mom." The former girlfriend replied, "She's ok; everything is all right back at home, but its here that things seem out of whack." Greg then said, " I'm sorry Wendy, but things just can't be the same again; I met Karen here and." Before he could say another word, the dominatrix, dressed in her boots and a pair of black trousers, stood up, and walked toward Wendy, " What he means to say is that he found me now and likes me better." Also, Wendy looked shocked and scared as Karen moved toward her.
However, the little girl finally pulled herself together and yelled at the mistress, " You bitch, I see what you did, you seduced him, you scum, why don't you get your own boyfriend." When the gothic form stood directly before her, Wendy raised her hand and struck Karen across the face.
Nevertheless, the next thing Wendy saw was the room starting to rotate. First, she didn't know what was going on, but three seconds later, the lady realized that Karen had flipped her over and threw her down upon her back.
Moreover, the pain of impact with the floor was intense. Lying there, Wendy looked up into the blue abyss of Karen's eyes. Next, the dark haired vixen remarked with a sarcastic and evil grin, " You little piece of shit, there's nothing you can do to hurt me, I've got a black belt in marshall arts, I'll kill you if you make me!" Slowly, Wendy got back up to her feet.
As she stood up, she looked into Greg's eyes. As she stared into his helpless face, Karen interceded and said, " Well slave, what do you have to say to this little whore?" Greg finally said, " Its over Wendy; I can't see you again." Wendy yelled in response, " What's wrong with you, what has that witch done to you?" Wendy walked over to Greg and started pulling him by the arm, " Come on, we're leaving; you're not staying with this bitch for another minute." However, Karen moved over to the two and pulled Wendy away fromGreg.
Next, the personification of hell quickly turned Wendy around and had her hand twisted in a lock. Holding Wendy in a tight hold, the mistress said, " Listen, he's mine, you whore, and there's nothing you can do about it." Wendy replied in anger, " Fuckyou." Karen sadistically responded, " That was a mistake." Afterward, Karen threw Wendy to the floor and kicked her in the mouth with the stiletto boot.
The pain was excruciating as blood started to pour forth. Again, Karen kicked the helpless girl in the face; this time causing her nose to bleed.
Next, the gothic tyrant walked around to the side of her pry and kicked Wendy in the ribs as to knock the wind out of her. Also, whatever strength of defiance Wendy had left within her, was now giving way to fear, for she realized her helpless position.
As a result, Wendy started to plead with Karen, " Ok, I'm sorry, please, please let me go!" " Not just yet pretty girl, my new boyfriend and I are going to have some fun, isn't that right my devoted little ass licker?" Greg responded in Karen's direction with only a simple, " Yes Mistress." As Wendy lay bleeding upon the floor and trying to catch her breath, Karen said to Greg, " Go get the handcuffs from that drawer over there." He immediately obeyed and returned with the cuffs.
The dominant mistress began pacing about Wendy with a diabolical smile and finally said, " Take off all your clothes, bitch!" At first Wendy hesitated and begged further, " Please, please!" Karen only replied with another kick in the ribs and yelled, " Now!" Slowly, Wendy commenced with removing her attire.
Finally, she was completely naked upon the hard wooden floor. Then, the dictator ordered, " I want you to kneel!" Wendy got upon her knees and raised her eyes so as to look directly into the cold expanse of Karen's blue iris.
Next, the mistress turned to Greg and said, " That goes for you too; take it all off, now!" Greg undressed himself and eventually stood naked before the commanding cunt.
Karen bent down and placed the hand cuffs about Wendy's wrists and snapped the shackles shut. Afterward, dominatrix of power proceeded to remove all of her own clothes.
However, when she was completely naked, she slipped back into her stiletto boots and slowly walked back to the bedroom. A minute later, she emerged wearing her black leather corset together with the pair of black gloves.
Furthermore, within her hand, she had her whip which was now ready to be used in persuading all of those about her to do her sick and evil bidding. In fact, when Karen arrived in front of kneeling Wendy, she raised her arm with the whip in hand and then let it down with full force across the back of the captive. Consequently, Wendy cried out in agony as the whip pierced through her soft delicate skin and caused her to bleed once more.
The triumphant one looked down at the wretched figure before her and exclaimed, " For the next hour, you're mine; I'll do with you as I please!" Karen gave Wendy another strike with the whip. Tears were now flowing down the innocent girl's face. However, Karen wasn't in the least affected as she walked over to Greg and said, " Get over there and fuck that bitch in the ass!" The submissive male walked over to his former girlfriend and knelt behind her cute posterior.
Karen came along and yelled down at Wendy, " Stick your face to the floor and get that ass up!" Wendy obeyed and presented her lovely butt to the male. Then, the dominatrix exclaimed, " Well, jerk, what are you waiting for?" Greg replied, " I've got to wait a second until my dick gets hard." Karen was now furious, " If you're not in her asshole in five seconds, I'll cut it off!" The young man was literally scared stiff by her words; his penis became hard and he pushed his way in.
As he moved back and forth, Wendy would whimper like a hurt little puppy. On the other hand, the mistress started to finger herself at the scene before her. Finally, Karen had an orgasm. However, slave boy hadn't yet reached his as he continued with the buttfuck. Nevertheless, the tyrant moved over to Greg and pushed him out and away from Wendy, " That's enough ass fucking for today", she said, " Its now time for ass kissing." Karen turned around and presented her butt to both parties.
She snapped her finger and motioned for both of them to crawl toward her upon their knees. When the two slaves arrived, the boss lady said, " Both of you kiss my ass now!" Greg moved his face forward and started to adore the mistress's rump.
Slowly, Wendy moved her face forward and did the same. As they kissed, Karen looked down and said to Greg, " Show the slut how much respect you have for me and start playing with yourself; show her how you cum for your mistress." Consequently, the male jerked himself off. He played with his prick until he finally came.
After ejaculation, Karen remarked to Wendy, " See, I told you so, he's really mine now." Wendy said nothing and only continued with the ass kissing.
Further, her body was trembling with fear as she progressed with the lowly task. Finally, the dominatrix got tired of the butt kissing job. She ordered both of the subjected ones to stop sucking up to her rear. Wendy responded by hanging her head downward and just knelt there.
However, Greg continued to kiss and kiss. It seemed as if he couldn't get enough of it. " I said stop you fool!", she yelled down at him. Finally, he terminated his ritual and knelt there next to Wendy. Afterward, Karen screamed at Wendy, " Lay on your back, you bitch!" Wendy looked upward at the tormentor. With fear in her eyes, she obeyed the command.
With Wendy's compliance, the dominatrix squatted down and placed her gorgeous ass directly over Wendy's face. She then said, " Here bitch, take this!" However, just before Karen was about to shit, Wendy moved over so her face was out of the way.
Steamed to the full, Karen yelled to Greg, " Get your ass overhere and hold this wench in place." Her servant responded immediately. He reached over toward Wendy and pushed her head back under Karen's noble ass. Holding the girl so she can't move, Greg looked on as his owner took a nice large shit right into the face of his former lover.
Further, he gazed on and watched the disgust and humiliation upon Wendy's expression.
After Karen completed her job, she stood up and walked a few paces away from her victim. Mistress stopped in her tracks and got down on all fours. She whistled to Greg and said, " Get over here and lick my ass clean." As a dog, Greg complied and walked over. He too got down on all fours behind the mistress and stuck his face directly into her ass.
" Lick", she commanded. Like the slave that he is, Greg licked her asshole clean. While performing his duty, Karen yelled toward Wendy, "Look here bitch, he fucks your ass, but he licks mine clean." Wendy rolled over to her side and glanced in Karen's direction as the shit fell from her face. She just laid there and looked on as Greg finished up.
Upon completion, the gothic lady got up and slowly walked back to Wendy. When she reached the pitiful sight, Karen unlocked the shackles.
Looking down, the dominant one said, " Now get up and get your clothes and get the fuck out of here and never come back. If I ever see you near Greg again, I'll kill you! is that clear?" Wendy slowly moved up upon her feet. The pain was intense and all consuming; nevertheless, she managed to get to her trembling feet. Naked as she was, she bent down again and picked up her attire and was about to put on at least her panties and pants when Karen grabbed her by the arm and yelled, " I said get the fuck out of here you piece of shit!" The dominant mistress pushed Wendy to the front door and unlocked it.
Karen gave Wendy a hard push through the open door way, causing her to lose her balance and fall over out into the hall. Karen glanced down at Wendy and said while leaning against the door post, " Don't you dare tell this to anyone, or you're dead." The door slammed shut with a bang, and Wendy laid in the silence of the hall for a few moments until she finally started to dress herself.
Luckily, no one else in the building came by. Finally, with blood and shit running down her face, she got up and ventured down the stairs and out into the street. She reached her car, got in, and drove back to the dormitory. Since it was already dark, no one noticed the condition she was in.
When the young lady reached campus, she parked her car. However, before she got out, Wendy reached over to the glove compartment and produced a few tissues. Therefore, with this paper, she wiped her face clean as best she could. Getting her nerves under control, the humiliated girl got out of her car, walked toward the female dormitory, and ascended the stairs, moving strait to her room.
As she went to her place, she passed a waste basket into which she threw the tissue. Eventually, the debased on reached her room door; she pushed her hand into her right pocket and removed her keys. Fumbling with the chain for a moment, she produced the correct key and opened the lock.
Next, Wendy opened the door to find that her roommate wasn't there. This pleased her. She took off all her clothes and threw them in the hamper. Afterward, the girl entered the shower and cleaned herself off. Since there were only two whip marks upon her back, she decided that they'd heal on their own and medical treatment isn't necessary.
In fact, the bleeding stopped, and upon closer inspection in the mirror, the whip lacerations weren't as deep as she previously thought. Therefore, college girl dried herself off and put on her night clothes.
In the end, she curled up in her bed and fell to sleep, still shaking from the day's experience. On the other hand, back at Karen's place, Greg was ordered to clean up the mess. " Clean up all that shit from the floor.", the mistress dictated. In addition, she said, " Make sure you look out in the hall; there might be some blood marks on the floor; I don't need anyone seeing that and getting me into any kind of trouble." Greg opened the apartment door and looked out.
Indeed, he found a few small blood and shit smears upon the floor. As a result, he rushed back inside to the bathroom, placed a towel about his waist, and got himself a wet sponge from the bucket just beneath the sink. He hurried back out into the hall and wiped the mess up off the floor. All looked perfect.
He went back into the apartment and closed the door behind him.
Next, the slave continued with the cleanup job. With all complete, Karen took a shower and turned in. He did the same thereafter. The next day, Wendy got up and prepared herself for the day's classes. She wasn't as nervous as the previous night. In fact, she told herself that the best thing to do is forget about Greg and all that just transpired.
This she did. When Wendy had everything she needed for her day at school, the young lady got dressed and left her dormitory room. She headed down to the cafeteria and ate some breakfast.
With that over, the student went to her first class. Moreover, during the course of the day, she would see Greg on the campus grounds. However, she made no effort to greet him, and he appeared to show the same indifference. As the days turned to weeks, she finally overcame the last remnants of her longing for Greg. Time went on, and Wendy forgot the whole thing.
Eventually, she met another student and began dating him. All in all, Wendy's life moved forth, and Greg and Karen became only a distant haze in her past. However, for Greg, the story was quite different.
His encounter with the female monster would be his doom, for he was now her slave and completely under her control. As time marched forth, Greg finished college and obtained his engineering degree.
Moreover, he found a good job with Ford in the designing of the automobile. Nevertheless, his work would be of no use in the attainment of freedom, for the mistress had his mind shackled. The young man was hopelessly in love with her and nothing could release him from her hold. Essentially, Karen was truly the iceberg of his life; she sank him to the depths of an ocean out from which he'll never emerge.
Further, the dominatrix took complete control of his being. After he arrived home from work, he had to do everything. Ofcourse, she sat around and did nothing, save order him about.
However, she continued to make good money in her modeling career. Also, with his income, she now had twice as much money to play with.
Finally, a few years later, they got married and sealed the structure of their sado-masochist relationship. Indeed, Mistress Karen was the absolute power over slave Greg. Not only did her greatness get what she initially wanted, the lady kept her pet forever as well!