Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... 'ordinary' to me but how astonishing it must seem to Claire. My god, just look how far from 'normal' I've become.

Kay took the young woman's hand and led her to the media room. "You see the camera there in the corner? It's hooked to the computer of course. Periodically, Master posts a session of me being beaten and fucked to one of the chat sites. It's an audition really. He sets an age restriction, and other details, some because I like them, some because I don't. He receives pictures and bio's. He selects a few for brief meetings at coffee houses. The ones he OK's have to get STD tests for HIV, the clap, chlamydia, all that stuff, dated no more than a week before the date. They have to use the doctor he specifies; a kinky friend of ours who does it for cost. Then he sets the date and makes sure my schedule matches up. As I'm sure you've noticed, I take them all bareback. Mr. Lester likes seeing the cum dripping from me, thank God, because I've got no love of condoms. Most all the sessions are recorded. When he goes into the study, he sees it all on video, you know."

Claire giggled. "I thought he just went in there and like graded papers or something."

Kay snorted. "Well maybe he does that too, but he keeps an eye out, for my safety, if nothing else, but I'm sure he gets aroused watching me with them. God, I know I get excited thinking about him watching, but like I said, we've never talked about it since. And really, there are more repeats than you might notice off ...

... hand. But part of the deal is no names, no details. I don't look at their faces, well, mostly. I mean at the door I keep my eyes down when I open the door but sometimes, well you know, you see a face. But for the most part, it's just raw, random pain and sex from a stranger. Within our little community, there are men we know more intimately that get to use me, so it's not all quite so anonymous. I like it both ways."

As Claire circled her clit with the vibrator she thought about all this once again, and watched Mr. Lester methodically beat his wife. She followed their call and response, thinking about whether she really felt the same way. Mr. Lester didn't actually own her. She'd only agreed to follow his rules while staying at the compound. But now that she'd been blooded, so to speak, been subject to the random, idiosyncratic perversions of a number of men that had enjoyed temporary ownership of her, did she actually want to be a slave? Claire wasn't sure. She was so drunk on finally getting all the sex she wanted and the whole pain thing was so new. She definitely enjoyed the dominance of the men from this community. It was a lot like the way had Ted treated her. They just hadn't had the words for it then, like these people did. It's like Mrs. Lester had said, they'd had to make it all up as they went along.

Mr. Lester finished with Kay and began untying her. Claire turned off the vibrator and crawled over to the cross and kneeling, she removed the ropes tying Kay's ...