Trish  - The Submissive Stranger - The Prelude

by Lewis Chappelle

(Authors note: This story was inspired by the song “Treat Me like A Stranger”)

'Treat Me Like A Stranger'

By Michael Bonogura and Peter McCann
Copyright 1990

Popularized by Baillie and The Boys

Sometimes I get worried, If you'll get tired of me.

I hope I'm still the lover,
That you want me to be.
You're the one I fell in love with,
And we're still the best of friends.
We haven't changed a bit, all the pieces fit,
But tonight we can pretend.

Treat me like a stranger,
Like someone you just met.
Come on like the first time,
And I'll play hard to get.
Move me in the moonlight,
The way you did back then.
Treat me like a stranger;
Let's fall in love again.

I know it sounds a little crazy,
But just play along with me.
It's the part that you were made for,
It'll come so easily.
Just lay down here beside me,
And we'll dream with all our might.
If it's all right with you, I'll be somebody new,
But hold me for tonight.

Treat me like a stranger,
Like someone you just met.
Come on like the first time,
And I'll play hard to get.
Move me in the moonlight,
The way you did back then.
Treat me like a stranger;
Let's fall in love again.

Treat me like a stranger;
Let's fall in love again.

Trish -- The Submissive Stranger

Chapter # 1

I first saw her as she entered the lobby of the MGM Grand on the Strip in Las Vegas. She was dragging a red suitcase on wheels behind her. She looked straight ahead and moved with purpose. I was at one of the check-in lines and she drew into  the line next to where I was waiting.

"Nice stems. Good calves and thin, but muscled, thighs.” I thought to myself," and nifty heels. And the high hem of that tight skirt really shows them off ." But the longer-than-shoulder length blond hair with long-full bangs is what gave her a “come-fuck-me" look. At least that's what my imagination conjured up.

I nodded as if to say “well, hello!" and she nodded back in a somewhat perfunctory manner, but which I did not take as a brush off.

Later, I saw her arrive at the elegant dining room alone shortly after I did. She was seated at a table for two. After a few moments, to assure myself that she was indeed alone and engrossed in the menu selections, I approached her table and asked if she might want a dinner companion. She noticed my convention name badge and my heart jumped a beat when she looked me directly in the eyes and said "Why, yes that would be pleasant indeed. Have a seat, please," she said with no phony pretense at all.

“As you can see, my name is Thomas, but most folks just call me Tom,” I said and pulled the empty chair under me. I looked at the tag she wore and continued, “and I see yours is Trish. Is that short for Patricia or Patty, or just Pat?"

"Patricia!" she said modestly. "Are you here for all three days of the convention?"

I told her I was staying on through the week and taking some vacation along with the three days of convention proceedings. After our orders were taken and we had settled on a beautiful white wine, I thought I needed to cut to the chase since we only had a few days,  I said brazenly, but in a off-hand and matter-of-fact tone, "So Trish, tell me a bit more about yourself, your preferences in men, and your preferences in the bedroom."

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It took a great deal of effort to look calm and assured as I rolled my luggage across the floor in my strappy high-heels. But I kept my composure as I entered the very impressive lobby of the hotel. The hem of my hip-hugging skirt brushed my leg just below the band of my self-hold nylons, and I noticed more than just the men looking at me. It seemed that I was attracting a great deal of attention.

I moved to the counter to wait for check-in service. As I glanced to my right, my green eyes couldn't help but see him. His own eyes were so intense and full of life looking at me. His chiseled face, broad shoulders and narrow waist were an instant turn-on as were his well groomed, tight wavy hair, in shades of silver and black.

When he nodded, I moistened my lips, nodded back, and quickly looked away.  I wondered if he noticed me fidget in place as I felt my cunt begin to moisten.

The bell boy was more than just a bit solicitous as he showed me all the special features of my suite. He seemed to take more time than necessary showing me the bedroom in particular.

After he left, I took time to touch-up my make-up and perfect my hair before I headed off to the lobby again The special reception desk for the participants of the convention was buzzing with activity. Most of the new arrivals for the convention were milling around and signing in. It was no trouble at all for me to slip a name tag off the table and palm it before heading off to the formal dining room for a light dinner. I snapped the name tag on my jacket -- I had picked up a tag belonging to “Trish”.

The maitre d’ told the waiter to seat me, rather conspicuously I thought, at a small table almost in the center of the room. The courteous, and very handsome,  young waiter held my chair and offered me a wine list and menu.

It was hard to concentrate on the entrées listed because in reality, I was trying to look so prim and proper over the top or the menu, with the hope of catching sight of the gentleman I had seen at the check-in counter when I arrived. So dignified and noble he was. It was then I caught myself crossing my legs, squeezing my ‘Kegal’ muscles, and wiggling my foot.

It was all I could do to keep my hands from shaking when I spotted him across the room rising from his table headed straight toward me. And then, he was speaking to me. I kept looking at his name tag, trying to read it...did it say…“Thomas“?

In the back of my mind I was already trying to work out a quick plan to have him back in my suite before nightfall. I don't really remember hearing him ask if he could sit with me for dinner, but I do remember gathering my wits inviting him to do so.

He quickly introduced himself, and then read my name tag, guessing at what 'Trish” could be short for. I laughed inside but answered him quietly; "Patricia," I said then asked him how many days he would be here for the convention.

My heart raced in exhilaration and my cunt juices began to flow again when he said he was staying a few days after the convention. My nipples got hard as various sexual scenarios played out quickly in my mind!

But I was totally shocked when he looked me straight in the eye and asked me about my preferences in men and my preferences in the bedroom!

I seriously wanted to sound hard-to-get but couldn’t help myself. I took a deep breath, lowered my eyes for a moment, and then I looked up into his eyes and said, "Well, sir, if you don't have plans after dinner, I would love to have you join me in my suite for a drink, and I will show you a little of what I prefer in the bedroom."

I wiggled a little as his eyes bored into mine. I maintained my posture and my air of confidence, but what he didn't know was that with each wiggle, the butt plug in my ass moved just a bit, making me more and more aroused.

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I was fascinated by her unabashed, enthusiastic and confident response. And

because of the way she was dressed, I began to consider if she might be a lady-of-the-evening. She sounded like she had given that answer before; perhaps many times.

“Are you for real, Trish?” I asked. “Are you really with the convention or are you just here to meet some of the conventioneers?”

“No, I am not a prostitute,” she said. “I'm just a woman who is sure of what she wants, and I'm not afraid to say so. So, I'm telling you outright, there is something about you that brought out the topping-from-the-bottom leanings in me just now and I want to be with you."

Well, there it was. In direct terms. No beating around the bush. She was not shy but, how did she know that in real life that I only take on the dominant role in the bedroom. Certainly I was not about to let a good looking, well built, submissive girl down in Las Vegas where everything stays right here. My cock stiffened and stayed stiff as she rested her foot on mine throughout the rest of the meal.

“Well, yes, I think a night cap with you, in your room, would be great. Are you ready?” I asked as the bill was presented. She nodded and signed hers as I did mine. I assisted her from her chair and got a full glimpse of the top of her well developed tits as I stood behind her.

Her “room” was really a suite, and it must have been one of the best in the Grand. I’d never been in such a place. The price must have been huge. It was huge. The bar in the room was huge. The living room was huge. The Jacuzzi in the bathroom was huge. The bedroom was huge. The bed was huge and my cock was huge. And, she looked at it straining through my pants and smiled.

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I was amused but just shook my head. Instead of voicing my distress, I simply replied, "No, I am not a prostitute. But, I am a woman who is sure of what she wants, and I'm not afraid to say so. So, I'm telling you outright, that there is something about you that made me want to top-from-the-bottom..” I hoped he would catch the subtle reference. “I just want to be with you."

I could tell by his reaction that he was stunned by my reply, and more than a little aroused. In my imagination, I could visualize that under the table cover, his slacks were stretched and tented over his bulge, and it made me smile. I slipped off my shoe and dragged it slowly up his leg, my eyes never leaving his.

Eventually, things relaxed a bit and we were able to make some general some small talk, though there was still an obvious and overriding erotic spark between us.
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Finally, he answered my first question, "Well, yes, I think a night cap with you, in your room, would be great."

I smiled as I signed my check and when he came to assist me with my chair, I made sure my hair was off my shoulders and that my cleavage was on display. I could feel his breath on my neck and I knew he was captivated by what he saw. And, I knew that my skirt had risen to at least the top of my stockings giving him, and everyone else, a clear view of my upper thighs.

As he escorted me back to my suite, I moved my hips suggestively, knowing that if he was the Dominant Male that I suspected him to be, I would eventually be punished for being such a tease. That thought made me smile...and squirm a little more.

He seemed surprised when he saw my suite. I guess having this particular set of rooms made it pretty obvious that I really wasn't there with a convention. But his cock, strained to explode through his pants, and made it quite obvious why he was there.

I offered him a seat, and walked toward the bar to get some drinks. I could feel his eyes watching me as I moved in that direction, and turned to look at his bulging pants again. I took a sip of the champagne and gave him a glass then said, "If you don't mind, Tom, I'll go get a little more comfortable and be right back."

He nodded and waved me toward the bedroom, but didn't say anything. I took that as a sign that he was expecting to get lucky. I walked into the bedroom, but decided play hard to get and tease him just a little more.

I waited a moment and then went back into the living room where he was sitting, stood in front of him with my hands on my hips and said, "You know, how can I be assured that you are who you say you are? You could be an axe murderer! Or a cop! Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

I was getting wetter by the second, my nipples were getting harder and the plug was moving in my ass with each step I took. I wanted him so badly!

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“Why you little cock tease,” I said, harshly, “you knew what you were doing all along. You know deep in your cunt that I’m not a threat to you and I’m not a cop either. Every time you saw me tonight, I was alone and we met unexpectedly each time. And, I’m not wearing a wire either.”

I got up and walked to her and made her feel my chest and back to make sure I wasn’t making a recording of what we were doing. Then I took her hand in mine and made her touch my crotch which excited her as much as it did me.

I took her head in my hands and looked her straight in the eyes. “I’m going to kiss you now, and I’m raise your blouse and unsnap your bra, and if you don’t want me to do that, say ‘no’ right now.”

With no resistance from her, I kissed her soft lips and she returned the kiss passionately. When her bra strap fell loose, I reached under the bra cups to feel her tits. She moaned when I found her nipples, hard yet pliant. Her tits were firm, full and perfectly shaped; just the way I like them.

The ‘top-from-the-bottom’ code phrase she had used earlier rang again in my ears. It was time to see just how submissive this little lady really was. The shades across the windows in the room had not been pulled. While the suite was on the thirty first floor, I wondered if she would strip for me without shutting the curtains.

“Now stand over there and take off your blouse and skirt and shed that damn bra. You don’t need it.”

Damn, when the skirt slithered to the floor, I was stunned to see that Trish was only wearing high, self-hold hose; no panties. And, she had shaved her cunt smooth. I circled behind her and found my next surprise; a butt plug. I gave it a gentle shove and she moaned again. I could see her juices oozing out onto her outer cunt lips. She was as hot as a firecracker.

“Let me look at you,” I told her. “Put your arms behind your head and pose for me. Now lift your tits with your hands and play with your nipples; pull them and squeeze them.”

Trish was as compliant as any Master could have wanted. Her eyes said she needed more.

“Kneel in front of me, still hold your tits. I want you to service my cock,” I said. Trish moved to her knees quickly, like she had be struck by lightening. Her mouth opened eagerly as I made her kiss the pre cum off the tip. I edged my cock into her mouth and held her head steady so she could feel the rhythm I wanted. My cock swelled to it’s fullest girth.

Then I had her place her arms behind her head again and thrust her tits in my direction. I grabbed her nipples and used them to pull her forward on me. I rode her mouth with the gusto of a young stallion.

Before I got to the point of actually cumming in her mouth, I told her to lay on her back and raise her ass toward me with her hands. Without being told, she splayed her well formed and limber legs wide and back toward her shoulders allowing her cunt juice to seep openly onto her very available and throbbing cunt lips.

“Why you wanton, cock sucking, cum loving, slut. You can’t get enough can you, girl?” I said to her. “Well, if you want this cock in your cunt, you will have to beg for it.”

And, beg she did. “Oh, Sir, I need your cock badly. I have wanted it all night and I‘m sorry for being such a tease. I’m ready for you, Sir. Just fuck me now. Hard and fast, and for as long as you want,” she said.

She was as tight as a virgin; that coming from the plug in her ass. And she literally screamed in my ear as I thrust into her sopping cunt with erotic energy. In an effort to stroke my cock directly on her clit for maximum stimulation, I leaned over her and placed my hands on either side of her magnificent chest. Within less than two dozen strokes we both were engulfed in the throes of thunderous orgasm.

After she regained her composure, she said in a somewhat husky voice, “What’s next big man? Do what you want with me!”

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The moonlight was streaming into the large living area and I was in a desperate way. I had taken more than a few sips from the complimentary and chilled bottles of champagne and I was hot to trot.  My cunt was literally dripping. When he told me to strip for him, I didn’t hesitate a second despite the fact that the curtains were wide open. My attempt to play hard to get was short lived to be sure.

I wanted the thick cock of this god-of-a-man in me and I let him know it -- in fact he made be beg to be fucked. He had seen the butt plug and knew I was not just some floozy after a cheap fuck. I wanted him to play with me, use me, humiliate me, and treat me like a willing and ready stranger.  I laid on the carpet like he’d order me to do and I threw my legs wide apart and up to my shoulders inviting him into me. It wasn’t long before my clit was being stimulated like it rarely had before.

As I think back, I believe we both came at the same time. We laid there enjoying each other’s warmth, kissing and caressing each other for quite some time.  My cunt was throbbing and oozing his cum and my juices. I was still only wearing the stay-up hose and my high heels while enjoying him play with my left nipple. It wouldn’t be long, I thought, before all that juice would touch my hose.

But, I wanted more from him as the night was still young as far as I was concerned. I told him, in so many words, to have his way with me. And I wasn’t kidding!

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Trish was beautiful laying beside me. She made it clear that she was willing to be putty in my hands.

“I’m going to take away  your name, Trish, no more given name for you. I will just refer to you as my slave. I’m sure you won’t have a problem with that! I’m even thinking of sending you to that adult video and equipment store a few blocks from here to get me some real interesting toys for us to play with while we‘re together. While you’re gone, I’ll check at the super store, just off the strip, for some other material I can use.”

She replied something to the effect, “That would be fine with me, Sir.  I’ll call you Master and Sir and My Lord, from now on too, just so we formalize who is the boss and who is the submissive one in this erotic venture. Do you want me to do your shopping right now, Sir?”

I told her to make a list of things that she might like and that I’d add to it if I thought of something she missed.

She told me that she always traveled with her bullet vibrator, a butt plug, ben-wah balls, a stay-in-place dildo, and a tube of a mild stimulating gel. To that she suggested we add a blindfold, several styles of nipple clips, a slave collar, a more powerful stimulating gel, an arm binder, two whips, a spreader bar and a penis gag. My only suggestions were that she add an inflatable, vibrating, remote control, butt plug and remote controlled and vibrating dildo.

I told her that she would be required to bring me three items of clothing from her luggage that she might wear to the store… not three to actually wear but three from which I’d pick one for her to wear. Trish, winced visibly when she heard of that prospect.

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Everything he said to me made me want him more. Made me want to serve him, and please him, and make him proud of me.

I was actually elated when he said he was only going to call me his slave from now on. I told him I wanted to refer to him as my Master and Lord.

It was clear to me that I couldn’t touch my cunt or clit. not only because I knew my new Master had control over my pleasure centers but that if I did touch them I’d cum immediately which would get me punished. Of that I was sure.

He wanted me to go to an adult store to buy some “toy’s” as he called them and he wanted me to make up a shopping list. He was pleased with my selections especially the idea of having several new whips on hand. He added a few items which were really very exciting, like an inflatable, vibrating remote control butt plug. What slave wouldn’t want that!

But, my trip to the store was going to be embarrassing. He would only allow me to wear one dress on top of my heels and hose. No bra or under pants. Gratefully, Vegas is warm even at night but I was afraid  my nipples would stick out through the silk dress I had brought with me. I guess that’s what he wanted.

And, he wanted one more thing; he said  the spicy gel was a must for my walk to the store and he applied it generously to my ass hole and cunt. Since I wasn’t able to take a purse, I slid two hundred dollars in the top of each of my stockings.

He was going to do some shopping while I was gone too. But he wouldn’t tell me what items he had in mind. Now who was the tease?

He approved of how I looked for my spree and held the door for me as we left the suite together. As we rode down the elevator he kissed me and held my ass in his hands while  pushing the plug in deeper.

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As I smacked Trish on the ass as we were leaving the suite, I thought to myself, “this is stupid, I need to move my bags and cancel my own room since I won’t be using it at all.”  I stopped off at the check-out counter and watched her walk across the lobby and out the door to do her shopping. “What a marvelous ass, what a strut, what a body,” I thought to myself, “and I’m going to have me some great fun with this broad for five more days.”  My cock got hard just contemplating what lay ahead.

In retrospect, perhaps she had this all planned out because she did give me a spare key to her suite. Hummmm.

My own shopping included the purchase of some ceiling hooks with screw ends already attached; actually these were hooks made for hanging plants and such. In this case, ‘lil Trish would be hanging from them. Then I had to find a full length of cloths line, a sharp knife, a full pack of clothes pins, a role of easy-off painters tape, an inexpensive paint brush, a tube of Ben Gay cream, some Tabasco sauce, talcum powder, two enema bags, k-y jelly, several small fishing weights, a half dozen S hooks, a few heavy duty pulleys, a dog leash, and some long heavy duty leather boot laces. We were going to have plenty of erotic stuff on hand and I was ready to put my ‘slave-for-a -week’  through her paces.

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I made it to the adult store but my feet hurt and my nipples were sore from rubbing against the fabric of my dress.  That said, my ego was boosted considerably as a result of all the cat-calls that were directed my way.

As I was about to enter the store, I became aware, for the first time, that I was emitting a strong womanly odor; a sexually attractive odor. “Oh this will be an interesting turn of events”, I thought.

I had rehearsed the list of items my Master and I had agree for me to purchase but my mind went blank when the first guy I passed remarked something like “that chick has been ridden hard and put away wet. Whew!” I was mortified!

But I had a job to do and I was going to do it.

Just getting to my money to pay for my selections, which I had stashed at the top of my hose, was an experience. I had to raise the hem of my dress to almost my well shaved cunt and that created a stir as well, particularly for the sales clerks. There were two of them;  a guy and a girl. The guy just couldn’t resist saying that he wished that the girl had legs like mine and a cunt to match. I’m sure I turned a crimson red.

I actually bought three whips just because they all were on sale and I knew Tom would enjoy using them on me. So three hundred dollars later, after I threw what change I had in one of the bags, I sauntered out the door with a large brown bag in each hand, to the applause of the remaining customers and kinda felt satisfied with myself for having endured the experience.

I didn’t see Tom in the lobby at first. I finally saw him standing by the elevators. He had a big smile on his face when he saw me striding erect and self assured and I knew then that he was pleased with me too.

He just have gotten back from his errands earlier and had come down to see how I was doing. I was surprised that he didn’t take the bags from me but after the doors to the elevator closed, he pulled my head toward him and kissed me softly. Then he wrapped his big arms around mine and pulled me close in a tit crushing hug. I could have taken another one but the doors to my floor opened to let us out.

It was getting very late, so we decided to keep all of our erotic merchandise in their bags until Monday morning. After I showered and douched, we laid in the extra large bed in the semi-darkness that is Vegas. My oft-thought dream of being the perfect stranger to a wonderful lover had been  met.

He held me tight under his right shoulder and whispered that he would keep me naked in heels for most of the time we had left together. And, then he said that each morning, as his slave girl, I would be required to wake him up and energize his cock with my mouth.

Now, how is a girl to get any sleep with those visions dancing in her head?

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The End of Chapter # 1

Note # 1. I would appreciate any comments regarding this work sent to  biggreek100@aol.com. And, if you wish to correspond on a regular and mutually satisfactory basis, I’m agreeable to that as well.

Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.  LC

Trish -- The Submissive Stranger 

Chapter # 2

by Lewis Chappelle

I thought Trish probably was a gutsy chick, but I didn’t know just how gutsy she was until I saw her return to the hotel wearing her very provocative red dress, with several bags in her hands each loaded with sex toys. She had shopped hard at the seedy, X rated, adult shop late last night. That shopping spree must have been quite a taxing experience for her as she normally projected a modest sense of values and  sensibilities. However, she didn’t look the worse-for-wear when I saw her come into  the hotel lobby; in fact she looked even more chipper than I had seen her previously.

Even early in the morning, I could tell she was in a good mood again. I didn’t have to remind her of her duty to wake me gently with her mouth. My cock responded to her like it did yesterday; quickly and energetically. When I was fully erect, she moved easily to straddle my hips and slipped my cock effortlessly into her cunt. Then, she began to use her cunt muscles to work me deep inside her and started to rhythmically shift and rotate her hips on me.

I knew she felt my hot jism spurt into her because just at that moment she took the liberty of lowering herself onto my chest pulling my cock with her.

She said, “Master, please let me cum now too, I am so full of raw sexual tension and excitement I’m likely to explode.”

“No, slave! Learn some patience and self discipline, here. Work your clit on my cock and count to thirty. Then you can cum.”

Her body quivered for the half minute or so, then she pressed down even harder and moved all her hind muscles to grind on my poor cock. She came with a series of thundering, convulsing movements for what seemed like an eternity. It is indeed a marvelous feeling for a man to be able to be there to witness  such an exciting, erotic event.

“God I love you, Master,” she sighed at long last.

The day was still young!

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My head was clear and I was as focused as I ever was. My task was to wake up my new Master gently with my mouth… raise it from the dead so to speak. It wasn’t long before I was riding him like a bronco and having a wild ride of it. Master made me wait to cum for an eternity because he knew the wait would only intensify my cum. “How did he get to friggin smart?” I thought to myself.

We settled in under the covers for another hour of light slumber, stroking, squeezing and cuddling.

Master wanted a full breakfast, delivered by room service. He made me make the call with no further information regarding his preferences. He just said I’d better be right. I guess I knew what that meant. When the service arrived, he would only let me answer the door in the long tailed shirt he had worn all day Sunday  --  unbuttoned. I was very careful when I signed for the bill but I’m sure the young man get more than his normal bonus tip for the day when I had to use both hands to do it.

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My new slave girl is very compliant. And, she is patient and doting. I could easily get used to all that obedience and attention. And when she straps on those heels  she drives me wild.

The sumptuous breakfast was set at a nice table with a view of Las Vegas to die for. She slipped off my shirt after signing for room service and went about tending to whatever women do in the bathroom to look their best.

“Geez, does she have a tight body” I thought. When she was finished fussing in the large marble tiled bathroom, she poured a second cup of coffee for me without being told. “But, she will suffer for me today as well, I mused “just because I want to see how she reacts to torment under my hand.”

“Kneel here beside me, slave, and I’ll feed you some of the remains of this great breakfast. You know, slave, that I will control your every move for the rest of the week: drinking, eating, pissing, shitting, and cumming. All of the things worth doing in that wretched life of yours, I will control. Is that clear, slave?”

“Oh yes, Master, all that is clear. And frankly, if you don’t mind me saying so, its just what I want and need from you, Sir.”

Just before noon, we spread out all the goodies we had purchased late the night before, for inspection. Her bounty crammed the entire dresser top and mine rested easily on my suitcase lid. She could only guess at my intentions regarding some of the things I had gotten, such as the Ben Gay and Tabasco sauce.

After the goodie inspection, I made her stand near the door to the suite with her legs apart holding her tits up for me while I got on a table and began to screw in two of the sturdy metal hooks directly into the center of the living room ceiling. I’d already figured a way to patch the holes, if that became necessary, and I’m sure Trish had already figured out that she would be suspended from those hooks.

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My new master has a gentle voice but he means business. He gave me some orders for how to wake him up each morning and made me order his breakfast As we got near the noon hour we did take time to inspect all of our erotic purchases. Some of his acquisitions were confusing to me, but then I guess a slave is not to know everything.

Then he had me pose naked to watch him screw in some hooks into the ceiling of the living room. It didn’t take me long to shiver at the prospect of being stretched and vulnerable hanging from those hooks.

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“Have you ever been suspended by your wrists, slave?” I asked nonchalantly.

Trish just shook her head to indicate that she hadn’t.

“Slave girl, when I ask you a question, you are to answer me in words; clear and articulate words. Do you get my point?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry, Sir. I know what you mean. And no Sir, I’ve never been hung in any way whatsoever. Never, Sir!”

“I’m going to remedy that situation very soon, slave. And then I’m going to let you taste the sting of those nice whips you got, last night. Have you ever been whipped before, slave?”

Trish was quick to respond, that no, she had never been whipped before. I thought she might then tell me that she as wasn’t looking forward to that experience, but she kept her own counsel on that one. Perhaps she was thinking I would go easy on her if I thought she was a virgin to the whip and for a brief moment I considered doing just that.

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Master told me to bring him the new rope, the knife which still lay on his suitcase lid and the three whips. My cunt was alive once again in naïve anticipation of what was going to happen to my nice, smooth, skin. I’m sure he wanted me to trust his judgment and I did, but I was still unsure of just what he had in mind. Those whips looked menacing and I thought, “geeze, I’m the one who picked them out!”  I was going to get punished by my own whips.

He told me to fetch the two pulleys, the paint brush, the roll of blue painters tape back in the bedroom and to collect four books, all the same size, from the small suite library. “What is this devil-of-a-man up to?” I thought. However, that notion didn’t stop me from hurrying to do his bidding on the double.

Then Master told me to bring him a set of  the nipple clips, a face cloth, and the Ben Gay and Tabasco sauce. He really had me guessing at that point. Maybe he just liked to see me running around naked just to see my tits jiggle; if that’s what he wanted from me, than that’s what he would get.

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Trish was a very obedient slave for me and retrieved all the items I would use in her first punishment session. I’m sure she didn’t have a clue as to how all that stuff was going to fit into my plans for her, but she hustled just the same.

I hooked the two pulleys onto the ceiling hooks, and cut two thirty foot lengths of rope from the roll and threaded each through a pulley until it reached the floor. The four books were placed, two per pile, directly under the pulleys and now, my slave was ready for some action.

I wrapped a strand of rope around each wrist several times and tied them tight. When she was standing on the two piles of books, I pulled the still free end of the rope strands, and tied them to the legs of a Mediterranean-styled server near the windows of the room. Her arms were pulled tightly over her head, and I could see the strain in her face and the ripples of flesh and muscle across her rib cage.

Next, I snapped the clips on her already distended nipples. She winced at the sudden, shocking, pain.

I took the wash cloth, Ben Gay cream and Tabasco sauce to the small kitchen were I mixed the cream and sauce into a creamy paste, rinsed the wash cloth in warm water, and wrung it as dry as I could. Trish was watching all this with her big green eyes just trying to put all the piece together.

I told her to open her mouth and shoved the damp cloth deep in her mouth and secured it with a long length of the painters tape. That type of tape wouldn’t hurt coming off yet it would hold the cloth gag nicely in place.  I didn’t want anyone to answer her screams if she couldn’t help but yell. I slid the book piles about two feet to each side of her, still allowing her to balance herself on them.

But, the ‘peine forte et dure’ would come when I applied the cream mixture to her cunt, clit, and ass hole with the small paint brush. And, did she ever struggle in her bonds. She made what would certainly have been a sever scream had she not been gagged, when that mixture - - “The Devil’s Brew” I called it -- settled onto her sensitive erogenous tissues. She threw her head back in agony, and tears came to her eyes; I knew she would cry and I hadn’t even used the whips yet.

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Master kept me running for various materials  he had purchased, and I had no idea how all of that stuff was going to be used on me but I had an idea that it would be painful. Eventually, he had me hanging by my wrists -- straining would have been more like it.  He slid run his hands up and down over my tits and rib cage while I was pulled tight which was erotic but he didn’t fondle my clit. It certainly would have been more fun and less painful than when he used the paint brush to paint some of his devilishly creamy mixture deep into my ass hole and cunt.

God, that was really painful! No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get any real sound from my mouth, or any relief. I guess Master knew I’d needed a good gag to muffle my scream when that stuff hit my cunt and ass. Wow! It was terrible. I hung there for over forty five minutes trying to cope with that deep, searing, pain. I knew how long it was because my devilish Master had positioned a clock directly in front of my eyes. Time did not seem to move at all.

“I’m not done with you yet, slave girl,” Master whispered in my ear. Not the nice lovers-  whisper of last evening but he spoke more in a menacing, soft, low, voice. However, he did release the nipple clips which was no fun either. The pain of the blood rush into my nipples was worse than the when he first clipped them. I know I pulled backward to get away from that dreadful ache.

“Lift you right leg, slave,” he said. And when I did, he took the two books which had been supporting that high heeled leg away. “Now, lift your left leg.”  This action put me on near tip toes. The kind of pose you read about in torture stories.

He made me kiss the thick, black whip before he snapped it at my left ass cheek. It wasn’t as bad as I might have thought actually. The stress and strain on my legs was a lot worse.

It didn’t take long until Master warmed up a bit, and was really getting my attention. I counted fifty strokes to each cheek before he stopped. I was in tears again; real honest tears. I wanted to be brave,  and I wanted to please him with my ability to suffer for him, but at a certain point I just had to cry.

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Trish cried again after I whipped her ass with a broad leather whip. That surprised me since I hadn’t even caused any welts on her and I didn‘t break her skin.  I did let her settle down before I removed her gag and released her from her stretched position. She was a mess.

I unlaced her heels and removed her hose before I  carried her to the bed and slid her under the covers noticing the extravagant amount of cunt juices which had dripped down her leg.  She was a real pain slut and I was proud to have her as my slave. She dozed off quickly with a quiet smile on her tear stained face. She slept soundly for three hours.

When she awoke I noticed that all, and I mean all, of the redness produced by the whipping had disappeared. She was a quick healer. I had her shower and fix herself up before I ordered dinner by room service.  She knelt by my side and dutifully ate from my hand once again.

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The End of Chapter  # 2

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Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.  LC

Trish  - The Submissive Stranger 

Chapter # 3

by Lewis Chappelle

Trish and I got to bed early the second night we spent together at the hotel because it been strenuous  day both of us… more so for her, than me. We both slept soundly as she curled up tightly against me which gave me the chance to glide my hands over her smooth thighs and ass before I dozed off. She remembered her new morning duty to wake  my cock gently with her mouth. When it was ‘ripe’ she straddled me again until I came in her soft, tight, cunt.

I had her order room service breakfast for me, but this time she ordered extra coffee, which showed the kind of personal initiative I appreciate. The room service attendant was the same chap who delivered our breakfast the day before. I just know he remembered seeing Trish when my unbuttoned shirt open to fully expose her delectable body, and I’m sure he didn’t want to miss a second opportunity.

“Trish, wear that long tailed shirt for the lad today as well,” I told her. “And, make sure you tip him so he will remember us. Get his name this time!”

I intentionally placed the three whips in plain sight on the server just to remind Trish of her vulnerable status with me, and I didn’t care much if the room service guy saw them either.

I watched the transaction between the young service guy and Trish closely. He kept his eyes on her the entire time, just waiting for my large shirt to open up when she signed the bill; and it did. He apparently couldn’t believe what he saw because he lingered in the room far to long before heading out the door. He said his name was Chuck.

“Wish you had some of that sweet stuff, Chuck?” I thought to myself as he turned to leave the suite.

“Slave, listen up!” I said to Trish. “I want you to learn to pay homage to me right now and I’ll tell you how I want you to do it. First, kneel  in front of me, naked as I’ve already instructed, with your knees spread, your ass high, your forehead on the floor, your tits pressed into the carpet, and your hands clasped straight in front of your head.

“During the time you spend in this homage position, you are to think only of me, of how much you love and adore me, and of how well I satisfy your needs. Let me see you get into that position now, right in front of me, while I have my breakfast.”

Trish scrambled to get in the exact position I had described to her. And, did she look hot! Her back was arched to such a great extent that her magnificent tits were virtually smashed flat.

I’m sure she was distracted by the sound of a very delectable breakfast being eaten, but she didn’t flinch when I mentioned out loud how good the meal actually was. 

After 10 minutes in the demanding homage position, I saw her shoulders quiver and decided to let her kneel beside me and eat from my hand. You might have thought  she would be ravenous, but no, she was a perfectly demure and humble slave girl while I fed her.

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I slept soundly through the night until I had to pee. It was then I remembered I would need his permission to use the toilet. It was embarrassing to even have to ask for that so private and personal a privilege. He was asleep but I had to go so bad that I to take a risk and wake him. He probably doesn’t even remember the question, but he did give me the permission I was looking for and I slipped out from under his arm and was back in bed in a flash beside him, so warm and comfy. 

I loved waking him on purpose an hour later with my mouth, and he burst his warm jism down my throat. He made me answer the door for room service breakfast in his long shirt, which he wouldn’t let me button so the young waiter got his second good look at me. His name was Chuck  -- “Chucky the pervy,” I thought to myself. “But then who’s to judge?”

Master taught me how he wanted me to pay homage to him this morning. It was an invigorating experience for me, not the humbling one he might have expected. The position, on my knees with my head on the floor felt so natural for me. I loved it!

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I felt we both needed to unwind. A relaxing massage would be just the ticket. I made a special trip to the lobby to have a private chat with the concierge. I did gain his confidence, and he gained one hundred dollars. He knew of a girl who would be just right for what I had in mind. He made a call and set up an appointment in our suite during the day. A two hour block of time was set for an experienced ‘massage therapist’ to come to our room through a rear entrance of the hotel and bring a massage table along for a session starting at one o’clock.

Pert little Suzie arrived promptly at the stroke of one.  What a striking young woman. Her white skirt was short, on the order of a tennis skirt, and her white blouse, was on the order of a tight knit golf shirt with a non-descript logo over her right tit; and, what full tits they seemed to be. She also wore sparkling white canvas shoes.

Suzie reviewed all of the massage treatment options she was offering including some very specialized ones.. She was somewhat cagey about what these special treatments might entail and she made us guess. She said that if the customers wanted anything really special, she would charge accordingly on a per person, cash, basis.

Would she give us our rub downs nude? That would depend; did we want  her nude,  just the two of us, or all three?  - The price would differ.

Would she use her mouth to bring Trish and me to orgasm? Not a problem for her either, as she usually provided that service as part of her special massage package unless specifically advised otherwise.

Would she be offended if she knew Trish was my slave girl? Not a problem for her; in fact she had many clients with slaves  -- both boys and girls.

As it turned out, we agreed on $700 to have her with us for the four hours remaining in the afternoon, basically on our terms with an option to have her back later in the week.

Suzie stripped first, and did she ever have a sensational body. We found out later  she was a pole dancer at one of the nicer clubs in Vegas, and a yoga instructor in addition to working as a massage therapist  -  a real professional girl to be sure. What she had to offer was plenty apparent right from the start.

I was eager to have her work on me first. Frankly, I wanted Trish to watch her work on my body and to have Suzie make her jealous. I whispered that idea to Suzie when I sent Trish to get me a bottle of water from the fridge. She got the point immediately.

This girl was good! I’d never had a more thorough deep massage in my life. The oil she used was warm and mildly fragrant without being sissified. She started with my toes and slowly move up to my calfs. All during the massage, we were both naked and by the time she got to my thigh’s, my cock was standing at full and proud attention.

Suzie, merely asked me confidently if I wanted her to straddle me or work my cock with her hands. Of course, I told her that I’d like to see her ‘handy’ work before I got ‘into’ her all the way.

Trish was standing closely by my side by this point, and seemed mighty restless.  “Slave, just stand over there. Get your nipples and nose against the wall and don’t move until I say so. Leave us alone here,” I told her. I gave Suzie a big wink to signal my satisfaction with the way she was handling everything.  Trish pouted as she trudged away.

Suzie changed the type of lotion she was using on my body when she began sliding  her hands slowly, up and down on my shaft. She remarked out loud that it was a water soluble product that would not bother her mouth or cunt once she got on top of me. I told her that was just too much information for me at the moment, and she giggled giving me a new insight into her pixy-like personality. Suzie worked my shaft expertly and used her warm mouth to augment her hands. She was quite exciting.

“Slave girl,” I said like an order, “would you like to take Suzie’s place now on my cock, or would you prefer to just stand there against the wall?”

“Master, I would very much like to be on your cock right now, Sir, I’m so horny, I could scream,” she said huskily.

“Well, then get your skinny ass over here pronto, and let’s see what you’ve got.”

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My Master was certainly satisfying my submissive needs, including when he told me how to pay homage to him. Then he turned tender and loving when he fed me from his hands. It was so sweet. And, he decided to hire a masseuse to give us both rub downs in the room. I was so taken by his generous spirit. 

The concierge knew of a young massage therapist, and arranged for her to bring a table with her.  And, was she ever beautiful and well built. I could see my Master felt she was sexy in her white togs. I was resentful, or more like it, jealous.

Her name was Suzie. I didn’t like her at all. She knew I was Master’s slave girl and I’m sure she had seen the three whips on the server, which Master had laid there.

Suzie got naked as did my Master and me. Then Suzie got right to work on my Master. By the time Suzie had gotten to Master’s thighs, he had a raging hard-on. And, Suzie used her soft professional hands and mouth to excite him even more. Did I ever feel jealous? -- her, and her perky young tits!

Master sent me away so I wouldn’t see what Suzie was doing to him but I knew  she was going to ride him, and enjoy him like I always do, and I didn’t like it one bit. I could hear him moaning in ecstasy while she worked on him. I had, by that time, been exiled to press my nose and nipples against the wall so I couldn’t see what was going on; only guess. And my guesses were not very happy ones.

Then, Master shouted to me to the effect that I could either continue standing against the wall or I could come back to him and ride his well engorged cock for his pleasure if I wanted to; which of course, my dripping cunt certainly did.

“Is this guy devious or what? Cleaver, Machiavellian and always scheming to get my blood boiling and my cunt juices flowing.,” I thought to myself.

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“Suzie, I want you to pick up the thin riding whip over on the server and snap it against this slaves ass if she, even for a moment, isn’t giving me the pleasure she should. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m an expert at giving unruly girls a beating,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

I didn’t think Trish was doing a particularly poor job of riding me, but Suzie was taking her whack’s with the whip any way, which I didn’t object to for sure.  I held back as long as I could but, eventually, I gave way to an abnormal release of hot jism. 

Suzie, wiped me off and set to work completing my massage. What an afternoon of pure, unadulterated, erotic pleasure. Now it was Trish’s turn.

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Master had purred his way through a very sensuous massage and a great cum, even if I do say so myself.  I could still feel the stinging slashes of the thin whip  Suzie had recently wielded against my ass. I guess, if truth be told, they did enhance my performance on top of my new Master, and they were plenty exciting to me as well. My cunt juices were running full tilt when I lay down, tits up, on Suzie’s massage table.

“Certainly, if there is to be a next time here with you two, I will have to bring my ‘big girl’ table with me,” Suzie said. “I use that particular table for girls who have nice full tits like yours, sweetie. It has two padded holes where your tits fit and not get all scrunched up when you lay on your front. In fact, I’ll get someone to deliver it now so it will be here when you are ready to turn over.”

The bitch was beginning to settle in on me now; she had recognized I had a damned nice figure for a girl of my height, and not all that different from hers. She had me lay on a warm pad under a soft top cover which was so very soothing. And, she placed a warm towel over me before she started.  By the time she was ready to touch me I actually liked her.

Now, to be sure, I was not the first girl Suzie and worked on. Not only did she touch my toes and the rest of me, but she got right into my cunt and rubbed my clit until I was ready to cum.

“Master, Sir, Suzie has me in quite an agitated and erotic state now, Sir. May I please cum before she drives me crazy? Please Sir!” I said uneasily.

He must have nodded to Suzie, because she took me beyond my ability to control myself and made me cum three times in a row; the first one throbbed for well over a minute, and I must have made some unintelligible noises because they both laughed at me. I was beginning to like her more and more.

The arrival of the ‘big girl’ table was made apparent by a quick knock on the door. Master had to retrieve it from the hallway himself. In retrospect I wondered what if someone on the floor gotten a glimpse of that table with two obvious tit holes; what would they have thought?

In any event, once the table was retrieved and set up, Suzie said, “Sir, I don’t want to suggest how you should treat this squealing, blubbering, mass of flesh you call your slave, but I’ve seen other masters attach clips on their slave’s nipples from under the table.”

“Oh, dear god in heaven,” I thought. “What a bitch! Never mind how I felt about her after that last cum session.”

And of course, Master thought the nipple clip idea was just great. He moved like a cat under the table once I was situated, and attached not only the clips themselves, but he also added the fishing weights he had purchased to each of them, which had the effect of distending my poor nipples even more cruelly. When Suzie got around to fingering my ass hole, my whole body was aflame in unbridled, erotic, sensitivity once again.

Master must have seen me undulating on the table like I was actually fucking the thing and given Suzie a nod, because she was quick to reach between my legs to bring me to another reverberating, and very gratifying, climax.

“Not such a bad chick after all,” I thought.

Master arranged for her to return Thursday afternoon, and Suzie said she would leave the ‘big girl’ table in the suite until she came back. After she got dressed and got paid, I just laid on the table with a quivering and dripping cunt, happy to be just where I was.

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The End of Chapter # 3

Note # 1. I would appreciate any comments regarding this work sent to biggreek100@aol.com. And, if you wish to correspond with me on a regular and mutually satisfactory basis, I’m agreeable to that as well.

Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.  LC

Trish  - The Submissive Stranger 

Chapter # 4

by Lewis Chappelle

I was still laying naked, on the massage table under a warm blanket when Suzie, our masseuse, got dressed and left the suite. My tits were pushed through holes in this special  massage table she had left behind and were aching terribly because Master had clipped my nipples at least twenty minutes earlier.

Regarding Suzie, I felt ambivalent about her to be sure. When Suzie worked on me, she made me jealous and then angry from time-to-time. But then, with the approval of Master,  she performed her magic and worked some very intense orgasms out of me.

All the time I laid there, I wanted more from my new Master so I threw off the blanket, raised my ass, reached around my hips with my hands and, spread my ass cheeks apart wide as a non-verbal invitation to him to fuck me there. That was a proposition which he could not pass up.

I’ve heard that not all women get a kick from being fucked in the ass but, I am not one of them. My ass is a pleasure center and, I don’t mind topping-from-the-bottom, so to speak, to let a man know what I want. Master seemed to go along with me on that score. He entered me quickly and banged me hard and long. No additional lubricant was needed. The fact that my tits were on fire just lit me up and, with his permission, I had a great cum, or two, or three; actually I forgot to count.

Of course, when Master removed the nipple clips I about went through the roof in pain. I screamed. He just grabbed my tits in his hands and squeezed them, pressing a fresh supply of blood to surge to those sore and tender buds. Oh dear god! To show me just how much he enjoyed my tits, he made a point of holding them and pinching my nipples all night long. He didn’t need to be that attentive!

Our morning routine had been well established over the previous days except that he now told me to answer the door completely naked when breakfast arrived. And, wouldn’t you know -- it was Chuck again.

I knew Master was doing what he could to humiliate and humble me, but there was something inside of me that made his domineering attempts exciting and even attractive. After all, I  know I’m a submissive girl to the core.

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The afternoon of  “comprehensive” massages with Suzie was splendid to say the least. I had great fun tormenting Trish emotionally during the time Suzie was with us. I love to see her as on edge and ready to fuck as she was this afternoon. In fact, she even induced me to fuck her in the ass; an act for which I really didn’t need much persuasion. 

I love seeing Trish nude and strutting around in heels. She is so delectable. So full of sexual energy and ambition. So horny . So submissive

In bed that night, she had pressed herself tightly against me. She was laying on her left side with her right arm over me pulling me tightly to her. My right arm was wrapped under and all the way around her petite body and I had a vice grip on her left tit.

I asked her if she had ever been spanked and she moved her head, to the extent that she could, to indicate she hadn’t.

When I told her that after her morning rituals, I planned on giving her the first over the knee spanking of her life. I could feel her press her legs together and move her hips even closer to me in expectation of what that experience would be all about. What a slave girl!

“Would you like me to spank you in the morning, slave?” I asked, demanding an verbal response.

“Master, I can’t tell you  how erotic the idea of a spanking over your knees is to me. Yes, for sure please spank me and, if it pleases you, make it a spanking I’ll remember all the rest of my life, please Sir,” she responded.

I never knew when she fell asleep because I dozed off as peacefully as could be,  contemplating her naked, lithe, body draped across my legs.

Trish was at her best in waking me up this morning. Then I sprung it on her that she would have to answer the door for my breakfast service, nude, in heels. Her cheeks got red. She knew it would be our little Chuck who would get his jollies off.

When he knocked, she let him in. I asked him,  “Do you like what you see, Chuck?”

Chuck couldn’t contain himself. He sported a hard-on in seconds and stammered something to the effect that he had to get back to the kitchen. Even Trish couldn’t help but smile at his boyish awkwardness.

After Chuck had closed the door behind him, when Trish completed her homage service and had eaten from my hand again, I reminded her about the spanking I had in mind for her. I wanted her to have a big butt plug in her ass as well as the set of the silver, slip-O ring, nipple clips on for that experience. I had her crawl to the bedroom to get the plug and the clips and then crawl back to me. When they were  in place properly, I had her kneel in front of me and ask me to spank her for requiring so much attention from me the past few days.

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My cunt was already overflowing by the time Chuck left the suite. I was so looking forward to my moments of silent homage to my Master. As I knelt in front of him, all I could think about was me draped over his legs and his hand raining down on my ass repeatedly for the first time. The thought of it all was arousing in the extreme. In fact, he had me press a plug in my ass, clip my nipples and then, ask him to spank me; all of which added so much extra sexual tension to an ordeal I was already eager to experience.

My Master is such a rascal. He had my legs draped to his right side and my head to his left and he  kept sliding his hands over my back, ass and upper legs for the longest time. I never thought he would get around to the spanking. He was making me crazy with anticipation.

The first slaps were tender like he never intended to hurt me. But, I wanted him to hurt me, and really hurt me, so I said, “Master please Sir, if it gives you pleasure, please spank my ass harder, Sir.”

Then the drum beat on my ass started in earnest. I counted twenty five reasonably hard slaps on each cheek before he stopped and, asked me if I felt I deserved more strokes. And, I most certainly wanted more even if I didn’t think I deserved them. Nevertheless, I told him I did.

Another twenty five, even a bit harder. Then, came the same question again and, the same answer. Then another fifty. Even though the pain was intense. I didn’t cry! In fact, I was pleased with myself  in a way because, my cunt was dripping on his leg.

Master made me spread my legs a bit so he could finger my cunt, which got me to stirring uncontrollably on his lap. He seated the plug more deeply in my ass, and told me to kneel in front of him and pleasure his cock with my mouth, which was the least I could do for him.

Instead of cumming in my mouth, Master made me lay on the carpet and offer my cunt to him. He ground himself into me, and while doing so, ground my sore ass into the wool Berber carpet on the floor; actually not an altogether unpleasant sensation. He liked how tight I was since the plug was still in place, but then he decided to fuck my ass, which wasn’t all that unpleasant either once the plug was removed. And, it wasn’t even noon time yet.

He made me lay in my own juices while he took a shower, then ordered me to freshen up as he was taking me out of the hotel for the first time since we came back from our shopping trips on Sunday night. He was attentive to every detail of my make-up and outfit.

Master applied the new spicy gel to my nipples, ass hole and, cunt. His last pronouncement was to have me insert the inflatable, remote controlled, vibrating butt plug for the first time as well as the vibrating dildo. This style dildo was a stay-in-place version with a small appendage that fit right on top of my clit. I knew I was going to be in for a long and maddening walk.

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Trish took her spanking well and even requested  I spank her harder a few times. I must have spanked her hard over one hundred times. She was a real pain slut as far as I was concerned; my kinda slave.

I had always wanted her to be out, on-the-town, with our newest gadgets -- the remote controlled butt plug and dildo. Wednesday afternoon seemed just the right time to put her through her paces in public. She did look hot on the outside with her high heels and short skirt and nipple-showing blouse. Only I knew what was about to go on inside her.

When we got to the lobby, and just about in front of the receptionists counter, I pushed that plug button and it started to vibrate in her ass.  I had my hand on the small of her back and she wanted to pull back and stop walking but I pressed her forward. She stood straighter, I guess to reduce whatever effects the vibrations were having on her but it seemed that nothing she did posture wise was ameliorating the  sensations in her ass.  She looked at me as if to say, “please stop that damn thing, Sir.” A look that went unattended.

I did shut off the plug by the time we got to the door and Trish seemed to have found her bearings by then. Once we were on the street it seemed everyone was giving her ‘the look.’ I was flattered and she seemed nervous and maybe more than that  - unnerved.

Then I set the remote dildo in motion and again Trish threw her head back and jerked in mid-stride. Then she stopped altogether and put her legs together like she had to piss. I was holding back the biggest smile. What absolute fun. I told her not to look at me any more and to just keep walking as naturally as she could.

The sequence was the same for a while. I’d walk and talk with her for a few minutes then turn on the butt plug and she would stiffen up.  Then I turn it off and she would relax and we’d walk some more before I started up the vibrating dildo. That one seemed to really put a crimp in her step. Then I’d turn it off and walk and talk, mostly about her slave status, until I started up the butt plug again. She had begun to hold my arm very tightly and to really clutch me when it was the dildo’s turn to drive her crazy.

About a half an hour into our walk we passed a nice looking strip club with pictures of some of the dancers in the show case. I directed Trish inside the place.

“Have you ever been in a place like this to see the pole dancers do their thing, slave?” I asked her.

“No Master, I’ve always been too shy and I thought they were primarily for men anyway,” she said.

After our eyes acclimated to the darkness of the place, I noticed our masseuse, Suzie, doing her erotic thing on stage. I brought Trish up to the dance platform and we took seats at the edge of the stage to watch her. She had on a crotch patch but no bra or pasties. She recognized us right away, too.

At the end of her second dance, she went to the manager to tell him something then came back to me. She said our drinks were on the house but, she wanted to know if she could bring Trish up on the stage and dance the last dance of her prearranged set for her. I hoisted a high-backed bar stool onto the stage and lifted Trish up without even asking her.

Trish looked around as catcalls from the modest number of patrons in the place were clearly for her and her nifty body. After she was seated in the leather bar stool, I turned on her butt plug and she immediately grabbed the edge of the seat with both hands. Apparently, Suzie heard the muted buzzing sound over the beat of the music because she came over to me and asked if Trish was wearing a vibrator. When I said yes she was, she gave me a big wink and went back to her performance only this time she had larceny on her mind.

Suzie went right up to Trish and put her tits in Trish’s face and stuck her nipples in her mouth. She told her to suck on them, which she did to the appreciative screams of the small, primarily male, crowd. Then she stuck both hands up Trish’s skirt all the way to her hips and when she brought them out she made a big pantomime play to indicated that Trish didn’t have any under pants on. The crowd went wild again even more boisterously than before, and I was getting hard.

I had downed my drink and thought it would be wise to get Trish out of there before she was harassed even more by the noisy boys in the corner. I pulled her down, told her to take a bow, wave goodbye. We were gone with no further fanfare. 

Trish told me that she was really nervous on stage and would hate me forever for doing that to her. I patted her little derrière and flipped on her dildo.  She smiled.

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Master treated me to a public exhibition in self control as we walked out of the hotel and down the street. He started my vibrating butt plug many times and alternately started my dildo which was really a turn-on. At times,  I was hardly able to keep my balance considering I was in  high heels. I held his arm tightly but he was having so much fun watching me squirm that he didn‘t seem to mind that I was actually clawing him.

He took me into a nude dance bar and who should be there but our masseuse Suzie. She got me up on stage with her and made me the butt of her gags and rambunctious and erotic dancing. She even made me suck her nipples while I was up there.

As we were leaving the building, she told me she was really looking forward to meeting us in the suite again the next day. “What does that girl have in in her devious mind?” I wondered. “Hadn’t she given my Master enough suggestions on how to torment me the last time she came to work on us?”

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The End of Chapter # 4

Note # 1. I would appreciate any comments regarding this work sent to biggreek100@aol.com. I’ll respond to  correspondence related to my stories and other erotic topics on a regular and mutually satisfactory basis.

Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.  LC

Trish  - The Submissive Stranger 

Chapter # 5

by Lewis Chappelle

My new Master tormented me as we walked back to the hotel by activating my vibrating dildo and the butt plug; never at the same time, gratefully, because, at the intensity he had them going, duel jolts would have been more than brutal. It was sorta fun after a while, just to show him how much I wanted to please him.

We got dressed for our first evening show in Vegas and wouldn’t you know, Master chose to go to Caesar’s Palace to see the Follies Bergere. This show is not for kids. I never saw so many long legged girls gyrating in one place in my life. And topless, for the most part.  It was overtly suggestive in the extreme; and we both loved it.

By the time we got back to our suite, Master was a horny toad, let me tell you. He wasn’t interested in anything kinky, just good old fashioned fucking for him at that point. He had me naked before we got to the door and on the foyer floor just far enough inside so that the door would close before he had his cock in my mouth, then in my cunt laying and kneeling. His ardor was amazing.

I got as good as I gave him, I’ll say that. I was completely sated by the time he started to slow down. As we rested in bed later, he did tell me that Thursday, our forth day of unbridled sex, would be an interesting day for me as well, and that I could expect to be whipped again. Did I really need to know that just before trying to go to sleep?

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Trish was dutiful in her new morning routine. I love to feel her smooth tits as she works my cock deep in her mouth and throat; she was beginning to really master the art of cock sucking. She again called in my order for breakfast but, this time I told her to only order one carafe of coffee. She answered the door for Chuck and the breakfast service in the  nude again and didn’t seem to be the least bit reticent about it.

“Well, Chuck, now that you’ve seen Trish nude a few times, what do you think of her, son?” I asked him.

“Sir, I think she is among the most beautiful women I’ve had the privilege to serve here in Vegas so far, Sir, and that’s the truth,” he responded confidently.  

“Have you ever told anyone that you’ve seen a naked women in this suite, son?”

“Sir, you know the saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I don’t spread tales about anyone. No one knows what I have seen here, Sir.”

“How old are you, Chuck?” I asked.

“I’m twenty one years old Sir, and I get my share of the beauties here, but you are really lucky. This women is just really fine, if you will allow me my opinion.”

“That’s fine, Chuck, just come back here with another carafe of coffee for me at eleven o’clock, do you hear?”

“I’ll be here, and you can bet on that , Sir.” he said with a glimmer of expectation  in his voice.

I knew Chuck was a good kid just by the way he behaved with us. He was straightforward and direct and not at all pushy. He must have been an athlete at some point because his shoulders were broad and, full, and his arm and legs, muscular. 

After Chuck had gone, Trish knelt before me in her best homage position, as I outlined what I envisioned for us during the next several hours. I told her that I was going to let Chuck wield the whip on her later in the morning when he came back with the second round of coffee. When she was eating from my hand she didn’t raise her eyes once toward me. She was resigned to my decision; no questions asked and no objections raised.

She fetched the four books again as well as the rope, pulleys and whips. Shortly before Chuck was to return, she held out her wrists for me to bind, and rose to step on the books directly under the pulleys I had secured in the ceiling. I pulled the ropes tight and attached them again to the heavy server. Trish was a vision of taut, and delicate, womanhood.

I retrieved a sheet from the bedroom and fastened above her head with several  of the clothespins I had purchased. She was completely encased within the folds of the sheet when I was finished.

When Chuck knocked with the coffee, I let him in and he saw the shroud covering  Trish.

“Would you like to see what’s under the sheets there, Chuck?”

“I’m almost afraid to ask to see what’s there, but my curiosity is killing me.  So yes, if I may.”

I told him to unclasp the pins and let the drape fall to the ground. Trish was instantly displayed in her naked and stretched magnificence before him. He tried to act cool but his eyes betrayed him.

“Go ahead Chuck, you can touch her,” I said.

“I don’t want to appear forward, I’m a Southern boy you know. I’ll need you to tell me it’s alright if I touch you. Is it, lady?”

“Yes, Chuck you may touch me. Don’t get too frisky but yes, you can touch me. Go ahead.”

As I imagined, Chuck reached for Trish’s luscious tits. He touched them with his fingers and then went behind her and grasped them in both hands. Then he pinched her nipples which by then were quite hard. He didn’t pinch them roughly he just rolled them between his fingers almost gently. His cock was tenting his pants all to heck.

“Are you an athlete, Chuck?” I asked.

“I’m the captain of my college tennis team during the season and I do very well at it. I’m not ranked yet, but I hope to be soon,” he answered modestly.

“Would you like to swing a whip against this girl’s ass and legs today, Chuck? See those whips on the server? They are there for you to use if you have the stomach for that sort of thing?”

“I’ve never even struck a girl for any or even held a whip in my hand. But, it sure does sound exciting. Like something I’d remember all my life. I guess, I’d say yes, if it’s ok with both of you,” he responded.

“Answer the man, Trish. Tell him what he needs to know!”

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Geez Louise! When Master first told me he was going to let Chuck whip me I thought he might be kidding. As the morning progressed, I could see his plan unfolding and he wasn’t kidding.

The kid was strong and excited watching me bound before him. I did give him the go-ahead he wanted so he would realize I wasn’t going to turn him in if he did strike me. I saw he muscular arms and knew if he did hit me it would likely be harsh. 

He played with my tits for a good while, which made me very wet and very keyed up. He had such a raging hard-on, that by the time he came around in front of me he had to relieve the strain so he lowered his pants. That gave him the freedom he needed to rub himself hard against my stomach as he held on to my waist.

Chuck slipped his fingers into my cunt to check how wet I was, and then put them to my mouth for me to lick clean. He didn’t try to fuck me with Master standing there but eventually, with his cock pressed hard against my core, he came in big spurts and he expressed his relief with big grunts of pleasure and gratification. Master brought him a damp towe,l which he used to clear away the sticky jism from himself and me.

When he had hitched up his pants again, Master told him to remove the books on which I was standing. Of course that action only stretched me to the max as it had two days earlier. Master said Chuck could only whip my ass and the backs of my thighs. For that I was grateful since my tits were incredibly tender by the time the kid got done playing with them.

Master gave Chuck the choice of whips to use on me.  Master made me tell Chuck that I alone had purchased each of them. He chose the black, short handled, wide, leather riding crop at first, When he swung, it looked like he was wielding a tennis racket rather than a whip. I don’t think he had any idea just how much damage that thing could do to a girl.

Apparently, Master thought that I was going to be in for a bad time of it, so he gagged me like he had previously. My screams were perfectly muted as Chuck hit me the first time in the center of my right ass cheek. Master urged him on again and again. Since the gag was keeping my screams under control, I don’t think Chuck ever got the impression that his strokes were as painful as they really were… fire red painful.

I lost count of the strokes that kid perpetrated on my ass and legs but, I know I was just moments away from fainting when Master called a halt to my suffering.

“You did very well, Chuck. Let Trish kiss the whip you used. I’ll get the gag out, and you offer her a chance to thank you for the whipping by holding the whip for her to kiss. You have to understand, she is a pain slut and she really got pleasure from the whipping you just gave her.” 

“Didn’t you Trish?” he asked me.

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Trish was nearly faint when I removed her gag and gave her a sip of water. I lowered her to the ground and unbound her wrists.

I nudged her and said, “Now tell Chuck how pleased you are that he spent his working time giving you that lovely whipping.”

It took her a short while to regain some level of composure, but in fact she did straighten up and acknowledge that she had been pleased to offer her body for our pleasure, and hers, and that she was grateful for his involvement. She then kissed the whip that had given her upper thighs and ass cheeks so many harsh, yet lovely, welts.

It was only a few minutes after Chuck left the suite, assured that he had not abused poor Trish, that Suzie arrived. She came with her normal massage table and an immeasurable array of lotions, creams, and oils.

“Oh, you poor dear, look at you!” she said directing her remarks at Trish.  “You will certainly be the first on my table this afternoon. Let me warm up some of these creams and oils and get the table nice and comfy for you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of those nasty welts for you right and proper.” 

Trish, for her part, seemed pleased at herself despite the sensitive welts. And, as we held each other waiting for Suzie to get her voodoo potions ready, Trish kissed me tenderly. I felt her juices run down her legs and knew she was a happy camper.

Suzie not only ministered to Trish’s welts but also to her throbbing cunt. She ground her mouth into Trish’s cunt with abandon and had my dear submissive stranger moaning in unbridled pleasure for, what seemed to be, an incredibly long time.

“I knew you were having fun on my stage yesterday, dear girl. If you had stayed longer, I’d have had you shaking your booty up there with the best of them. You would have made some real cash with that body of yours, you can take my word for it.”

I think that little pep talk did a lot for Trish’s ego and libido too; almost as much as much as the soothing and healing creams.

“Do you want me to get the big man ready for you sweetheart?” she asked suggestively. I helped Trish off the table and commented that Suzie would be there to minister to her several more times before the afternoon was over.

Then Suzie started with me. It didn’t take that girl long before she had my cock in her mouth and in her hands and doing some very intriguing things to my prostate. I was hard as a stone in no time. Before I let Trish clime on me, welts and all, I posed a question to her; “Trish, I don’t want you to hurt yourself on me. Those welts are nasty and I don’t want them rubbing against my legs to further aggravate them.”

“Master,” she began, “Suzie has helped me a lot and I won’t feel a thing while I’m sucking and fucking you. I want you in me and I want to be the one to pleasure your cock right here and now. Nothing will hold me back! There will be no aggravation, it will all be my joy,  Sir. Believe me!” And, she was half right.

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My welts weren’t nearly as nasty later that night. I guess I am a quick healer and Suzie’s potions were for real. The residual burning was just a reminder of the great turn I was making in my life. Master took me to dinner in the dining room of the hotel and we sat at the exact same table we did last Sunday evening. I didn’t have any panties on again and I was wearing my new remote controlled butt plug and dildo. “Very daring!”  I thought. He did zap me a few times but, in general he was kind.

I curled up tightly against him in bed almost like I was trying to hold back time…like I was trying to keep our time together from coming to and end. He breathed the sleep of angels, so completely relaxed and free.

In the morning, I held to my new morning rituals and was fed at his feet by hand again. I expected no more.

It occurred to me that my new Master hadn’t brought the two enema bags into our play, and I wondered what they were all about. I didn’t want to ask him for fear that that would start something we couldn’t finish.

We packed our things so we could check out on time and we each found a way to stow all of the new goodies in our respective luggage. I kissed him at the door to the suite, sort of a lovers farewell gesture to our clandestine rendezvous, and we made our way to the lobby hand-in-hand in silence.

He would forever, in my mind, be my Master and the lover I needed him to be. I had high hopes, and erotic expectations, of meeting him again; at the same hotel, next year, and the next, and the next.

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The End of Chapter # 5, and the end of the story…

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Trish - The Submissive Stranger - The Prologue

I had a wonderful time with my Master in Las Vegas. He taught me so much about myself and my erotic needs and, I  had the opportunity to appreciate him so much more deeply. The words that meant the most during the whole week were the ones he said as he held the car door for me: “You know how deeply I love you and adore you, my darling Becky. You are truly my best friend. I couldn’t ask for a more satisfying lover or a more devoted slave. Now, buckle your seat belt.”

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Note # 1. I would appreciate any comments regarding this fictional work sent to biggreek100@aol.com. If you wish to correspond with me on a regular and mutually satisfactory basis, I’m generally agreeable to that as well.

Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.  LC