Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... piercing with needles of all types.

And all the mengot her! Not simply her need for sex, for cumming, but more critically, her craving to becontrolled, to have her sexused, as a tool for gratifying male lust while they essentially ignored her as anything other than an infinitely submissive, needy slut. She wanted nothing more than to be the blank screen upon which other's painted their desire. The sadistic dominant men that Master selected to use her had no compunctions about demanding that she comply with their varied perversions. And she finally felt able to relax, confident for the first time in her life that she needn't fear tomorrow as a thing shot through with threats of exposure and deprivation. Rather, a new day was now something ripe with the promise of new experiences and ever greater fulfillment of her nature.

It was all so seductive that she had trouble focusing on school. Until Master corrected her lack of attentiveness. It was one of the days when three of the men she serviced arrived one after another by accident. She had tarried at school, waiting for Mistress to be finished with her duties, but rather than doing homework while waiting, she'd enjoyed the beautiful late spring afternoon in the quad, drinking in the warming sunlight, feeling the heat suffuse her bruised body, matching the warmth that seemed always to burn in her core.

The scheduled Dominant that afternoon was Ben. He'd come soon after she got back to her cottage apartment. The hot sun ...

... had ignited her lust and Ben, either sharing her arousal, or responding to it, had been inspired.

First, he'd had her stand, legs spread, framed by the sun-drenched picture window in the living room. He liked the way it turned her long cotton skirt transparent. Claire felt the sun's heat sink into her body again, self-conscious of being put on display for Ben's amusement.

"Rub your tits slut." Claire flushed and did as she'd been ordered. With a sigh she ran her open palms across her belly, up her lithe torso and beneath the loose -fitting floral blouse that tented away from her breasts. She smiled when she saw Ben's look of impatience.

"I'm sorry Sir, did you want to see my tits?" Ben was on the couch taking off his boots.

"You really want to antagonize me right now slut?" Claire's tummy clenched at his challenge. She knew it didn't really matter if she poked the sadist or not. He was going to hurt her regardless of any provocations she flung at him. But the implied promise of suffering gripped her tightly and banished the playfulness she'd been feeling. Without a word she gripped the blouse cross handed at the bottom seam and deliberately peeled it over her head, revealing her bra. She cupped her breasts over the bra cups that restrained her firm fresh. She'd not yet graduated and Master had insisted she maintain her "Saint Claire" demeanor, so at school she continued to wear bra's, but sexier versions now: lower cut, more sheer and satiny. The one she wore that ...