Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... stand up and refuse Mr. Lester. But that was not what her heart or her cunt were telling her to do. She came face to face in a new and deeper way with her status as a slave. Her constant master had always been the craving for sex and the pleasuring of those who desired her. But it wasn't really until she entered Mr. Lester's service that she realized she'd actually been Ted's slave, that is, a slave since she was 14. She just hadn't had the vocabulary to describe her status. But he'd most surely controlled her and she had felt secure and fulfilled in her service to him all those years.

It was true that she'd been living under Mr. Lester's domination for months. But it had simply been a kind of continuation of her previous life: do well in school, keep a low profile and have a lot of sex. The beatings were a difference, but not really. Doing well in school and keeping a lid on her public image were still the primary objectives around which sex and her beatings were always arranged. That was no longer true.

Mr. Lester was making her a true sex slave, really for the first time in her life. Her priorities were now to fuck what, when and where he dictated - and nothing else. In essence, he was going to be pimping her, giving her to men, or to women also she supposed - surely there were women in the community that desired to dominate and use her, that would pay a paltry $20 for the chance to own her for a day with the freedom to do whatever they wanted to her.

She would ...

... soon be sent beyond the Lester's direct control, subject to the demands of all manner of owners. This thought scared her; made her shiver, made her wonder just what would happen to her over the next months. What would she be like by the end of summer? She felt again as she had on her birthday, like a skin that had contained her was again grown too confining and she was shedding that skin to accommodate some undefined but rapidly approaching condition. Blood rushed in her ears, pounded in her temple even as it flushed her cheeks and pooled in the depths of her cunt and womb.

Claire was a bit groggy from having been put out in a large kennel all day where she'd been sunning and cumming. The enforced idleness began to wear a bit, but all in all she was enjoying her first day of slavery. It would take time for the stress and tension of the past weeks of finals and graduation to loosen its grip. More days would be needed, she was sure, before the delayed stress of those events were shed. She spent her idle hours pondering what life as an actual owned slave was going to be like, how it might differ from her life so far.

Since moving in with the Lester's, she saw how Mr. Lester set the rhythms of her Mistress' daily routines and guided the major theme's of her life - as in her nursing career and being cultivated into a masochist slut. Claire had come to accept that she hungered - had always hungered - for another to exercise that degree of control over her life. But she couldn't ...