Book One "Blackmailed Into Submission

 

Mrs. Jones was a 40-something Widow who filled in as a part-time nurse when she wasn't puttering around in her patio or out running errands. She grinned and replied, "Well Carrie, I was trimming my peach tree and dropped the saw over into your yard, so I hopped over to go get it, and noticed some odd plants with these extremely unmistakable shoots." She grasped the leaf up to my face and I attempted to think of some reason, yet nothing came out, so she proceeded with, "Now I know you youngsters have an exceptionally live and let live perspective on pot, shit, I've smoked a joint or two in my day. But I'm afraid the police would react as I have, and if somehow, someone managed to call them you would certainly go to jail for quite a long while, and we wouldn't want that, would we?

 

I shook my head and begged, "It would be great if you Mrs. Jones, Cheryl, kindly wouldn't turn me in, I'll pay you, I'll do anything you ask, but please, I beg of you, don't call the police!"

 

She grinned and replied, "I don't need your cash Carrie, yet I like this subservience, this arguing side of you and I think we can find something that suits both our needs."

 

With that she ran her hand up from my hip, along my slender waist to cup my tit, making it plentifully clear what she was implying. I nearly tore her hand away and slapped her, however I understood that there was no other way, so I took a deep, shivering breath and simply let her grab at me. Her other hand began following my tummy along the highest point of my tight workout pants as she said, "Great, now, is your aunt sleeping and is she liable to wake up?"

 

"She is sound asleep, and I gave her a pill, she'll sleep through a tornado!"

 

She had discovered my areola stiffening through my top and squeezed it hard. She gestured and said, "That's great! I think we'll begin with something a little basic."

 

She dragged me by my areola to the family room where she tossed a cushion on the floor, sat down and told me, "Remove your clothes and bend down."

 

I felt numb, used and about to be abused. I was terrified, and anxious, however I was also strangely getting turned on as I began stripping out of my clothes. Before long I was bare ass naked and stooping down to her, unfastening her belt and sliding her jeans and panties off. Her cunt was smoothly shaven, with thick, pink folds. She was much prettier than I had given her credit. Before I could contemplate my next move, she snatched the hair on the sides of my head like handlebars and pushed me down her damp cunt. She began fucking my face faster and faster, grinding herself so I could go more deeply, and soon my tongue was taking her all in. Amazed and a bit ashamed for getting truly hot and turned on being ordered around like this, I began rubbing my wet slit as I suckled and licked her womanhood.

 

I could feel her clit swelling and her breathing getting heavier, I knew she was drawing nearer to her orgasm so I was preparing myself for her to squirt her load of pussy juice when she astonished me by pulling me off of her. She raised and spread her legs, and pulled me by my ears directly into her buttocks. As I shook my head, she snarled out, "Eat my butt-hole out my little slave, take your place!"

 

 

Book Two "Vixen's Punishment"

 

Our eyes met for a moment, her cold glare upon me. I was pleading for compassion with the only thing I could use, my expression. Then as she set her lovely hand on her deliciously curvy hip, she threw her head back while giggled wickedly. "You want this from me, don't you? You're sick piece of shit, you know that you little slut?" She walked around to the head of the cold wooden table where my head was positioned, the click clack of her heels on the concrete floor amplified of the cold bare wall of her dungeon, where no-one could hear me.. Putting her hand on my forehead, she pulled my head upwards, looking me straight in the eyes. "You're not getting anything this time you cold hearted bitch. This is all about my pleasure, not yours. Do you understand me?"

 

Anger began washing over my face. My eyes and brows narrowed in on hers defiantly. If it weren't for this ball gag, I would've snapped at her like a crocodile.

 

Mistress Vixen had pulled a large dildo from under the table and showed it up to me. It was big and black and the largest dildo I had ever seen.

 

My eyes started to widen in fear of what was to come.

 

"This is going in you soon. It's going to burn like hell." She sneered. "But this may be the only pleasure you receive tonight."

 

I fought and pulled against the straps that bound me, but to no avail, it was useless.

 

She snickered. "Struggle and fight like the little bitch that you are."

 

I looked up at her hate and disdain filled my eyes, trying to curl my lip in a snarl despite the ball gag and the saliva dripping out of my mouth in strings.

 

"Oh, yes. You are not only a little bitch, but a big slut and big slut deserve only the biggest cocks, wouldn't you agree?" she chuckled to herself, She waved the black dildo in front of me, pressing it up to my nose. "Smell it. It smells like shit, why do you think that is?"

 

I nodded, pulling harder and fighting against bonds, desperately trying to break free.

 

Veins in my lithe arms were bulging while the muscles in my legs flexed from the stress under tension. My breasts were quite large, 38 D's. Men would often comment that I was built like a shit brick house behind my back. But none of that ever mattered. To women I was voluptuous and was considered a symbol of strong feminine beauty. But I was also quite strong as I'd always made an effort to work out and was quite the athlete. Most of the women I'd been with in my life were smaller and never much of a challenge. That is until today, which is why I guess I'm here. But I knew that I could definitely harm the Vixen if I ever broke loose.

 

Book Three "Strict Discipline"

 

At the scheduled time, I went to the front door and knelt waiting for her, anticipating what she had planned for me. It was, I think more torturous than any punishment Rachel could have doled out since she was an hour late. But when she arrived, she arrived gripping a long wooden cane in her hand. My night was just beginning.....

 

No kiss, not even a greeting all she said, or snapped would be more appropriate a word was "Come". So I followed her, but since she had me kneeling I knew that despite the fact that I had already been on my knees for over an hour, I had to remain on them and crawl behind her to the living room. Rachel unzipped her skirt and took off her panties, and all I wanted to do was take them into my nose and breathe her deeply. But that wasn't going to happen. You see I was naughty and I had to be taught a lesson. Rachel then stood up, walked around and suddenly I heard a 'whoosh' then a burst of pain in my right breast, and my left breast quickly felt the same agony, my eyes started tearing. but I knew better than to lash out at her.

 

"This is my new little friend, Karen." Rachel said in a flat voice.

 

"Meet Mr. Cane. What do you think?" she asked giggling.

 

"That hurt Mistress" She had taught me to be honest and to never saying that I thought she just wanted to hear, but rather to speak my mind.

 

"Tell me your safe word, Karen."

 

"Apple, Mistress"

 

And your sign?

 

"Flipping you off with my middle finger on my left hand, Mistress." This was like a joke between us. I would never even think about giving Rachel the bird, so this was an excuse to do so if I ever needed her to stop.

 

Rachel grinned, "That'a girl. Now head back down and grab your ankles. Arch that back of yours so your breasts are protruding out nice and perky." I did as I was told the feeling of dread coming over me as Rachel hadn't said how many whacks I would be given with Mr. Cane.

 

Rachel went over and stood at my side while she took aim, then she smacked the top of both my tits simultaneously and I screamed. Rachel paid no attention as she leaned forward grabbing me by my left nipple and squeezing it hard and lifting me up by my breast. The cane smacked down onto my soft fresh skin just under my left breast forming a distinctive red line immediately after the blow sending a flood of tears filling my eyes. The pain was sharp but grew more intense with each blow, but Rachel didn't stop there. My other breast got the same sort of attention, she didn't want to play favorites. After two smacks under each breast, Rachel stood up and over me with her arms folded, her cane firmly gripped in her right hand.

 

She watched my sob as her blows racked my body, but I didn't use the safe word nor the gesture, I wasn't even complaining, just sobbing. She grinned her evil grin as she tapped her cane on my right nipple, bouncing it up and letting it flop down a few times then finally pulling back and allowing it to fall down hard. It actually forced me out of position and I sat back up, but went back down on my ankles once again, terrified that I hadn't been able to stay in position, it showed weakness, something we were both working to improve.. After the left nipple took the same punishing Rachel repeated the process by ensuring that each one got 6 good smacks. Throughout it all it was a struggle to stay in position, I cried out with each whack of the cane to my flesh.