Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... wasfulfilling her purpose as Mr. Lester'sslave.

She would do whatever he demanded. She had put her will into his hands. Yes, she'd fucked up at school and this was some sort of practical demonstration of consequences. But in truth, she was exhausted by having had to control her life all these years; dependent on her small cadre of partners to fuck her and keeping it all organized and safe and acceptable. When Mr. Lester offered her a choice to become his sex slave, her hesitation had been brief. Truthfully, she'd submitted herself to Mr. Lester before he'd even asked.

She didn't know fully what that submission would demand of her tonight or in the days to come; what it would be like if, as appeared inevitable, at least one of tonight's guests ended up owning her for a day. But right now, as Jim's cum and the cum left by Mr. Big Cock oozed from her, mingled with her own juice, Claire frigged herself violently, her massive orgasm fueled by the past 10 minutes of teasing and the blood-boiling arousal that surged each time she named herself:slave, slave, slave...

"Claire! Claire!"

Claire reluctantly dragged herself from the well of bliss that was consuming her. "Claire, quit jerking off and pay attention. Now!" It was Mr. Lester. Suddenly, searing pain flared across one of her breasts. "Augghh!" she screamed. Again the pain flared! "OW! Fuck! Master I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Oww, please just a second." Mr. Lester recovered the tawse with which he'd just flailed her ...

... tit meat. Claire fought the shock and pain. She pulled her hands out of her cunt, feeling befuddled.

What did I do wrong? God I can't think! I can't think! Fuck that hurt! Claire rubbed her tit and tried to focus on complying; on getting to her feet even though her legs felt like rubber and she was dizzy with the rush of endorphins and cum-chems swirling inside her brain. But finally, she was able to stand, swaying slightly, her upper thighs wet with mingled cum and girl juice.

"Well done slave, well done. You've racked up 65 cums, which is one more than either Jenny or Jim bet on. So now you will be beaten by these two guests who were fortunate enough to underestimate your orgasmic prowess." Mr. Lester reached toward Claire. She was only half aware still and so didn't anticipate the pain that again flared from her nipple as he applied a Clover clamp to the freshly whipped nub. And preoccupied with that agony, she remained equally unprepared for the agony of a second clamp being applied to the opposite tit. Or for the double torture when he yanked the chain connecting the clamps and began dragging her toward the dungeon equipment, tits in the lead.

Mr. Lester was smiling grimly as he pulled Claire along, dancing on her tip toes, arms dangerously close to grasping the chain to stop the torture. But she controlled the urge to interfere and came along hissing like an angry cat and arching her back, attempting to lessen tension on her nipples passively and to process the ...