Archive-name: Slaves/letr1-4.txt
Archive-author: David Mills and Dr. Phyllis Hyde-Benson
Archive-title: The Letter


NOTE: My name is Dr. Phyllis Hyde-Benson, PhD. About six months ago
I was introduced to the world of Domination & Submission when I
witnessed my younger brother's new D&S lifestyle. While I was
writing the story of his ensnaring, his mistress, a lovely woman
named Beverly, asked me if I would like to meet another young man
who was also living an "interesting" lifestyle. I drove to New
Jersey where I met Donna and David. (By the way, David Mills is his
real name. Donna insisted that it be used. All other names have
been modified.) 
  Donna had ordered David to write the story of his enslavement and
he was clearly having difficulty. She had seen my drafts of the
story of my brother Tom and asked Beverly if I would be willing to
help out. Needless to say, I jumped at the opportunity. Since I am
married and a mother I have no opportunity to own a young man like
David or Tom myself, so being invited to visit with a Mistress who
owns one is my only opportunity for this self-indulgence.
  I took a week's vacation to go on a "retreat", left the children
with my husband, and moved in with Donna and David. I must admit
that during this week I availed myself thoroughly of my D&S
opportunities with David and returned home a week later refreshed
and ready to tear into work!
  David told me his story as best he could. The poor boy was always
kept in a state of high sexually anxiety (he had a hard-on the
entire time I was there) and his accounting was occasionally
disjointed. Fortunately, Donna had a minicassette recorder which
she uses for work and with which she captured most of the events of
his first few weeks with her. Thanks to this, the dialog in the
story is very acurate and is usually word for word what was
actually said. The story is David's. I just helped him organize it
a bit. Donna and I hope you enjoy it!
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                          "THE LETTER"

                             Part 1

  I opened my mailbox and found the envelope among a few bills and
some junk mail. Although I half dreaded seeing it, it also
quickened my pulse with excitement. It had been over two months
since I'd ordered the classified ad and I'd wondered ever since if
I'd done the right thing...

  I had picked up one of those B&D newspapers at the adult
bookstore along with a few magazines. When I got home I undressed
and immediately flipped through the pages. As usual, the pictures
and articles made me hot as hell and I fantasized as I stroked
myself. More than half the newspaper was classified adds but I
enjoyed looking through them and reading the copy. That particular
night I found myself randier than usual. I pictured myself in some
of the pictures and articles. One picture showed a naked man tied
up and being abused by several women. It looked like his ass had
been whipped and he was wearing a collar.
  Usually I would read till I ejaculated and then it was over. That
night I stopped before I came. I was still quivering with lust and
in a moment of weakness I grabbed a pen and paper and composed my
own ad. It read simply:

        `Young white male, 25 yrs, 5'6", slender, clean, well
        educated. Needs to become abject live-in slave of nasty
        woman. Begs for domination, humiliation, cages, etc. Very
        sincere. - NYC'

  I placed it in an envelope along with a check for $5 and
addressed it to the classified department of the B&D paper. Then I
ejaculated.
  The letter sat unmailed in my kitchen drawer for two days.
Finally, during another super-horny period, I grabbed it and walked
down to the corner. I held my breath and dropped it into the
mailbox. As soon as I did I felt relief that it was now out of my
hands.
  The next day I was embarrassed for having mailed it. `Oh God!
What if somebody sees it?' Well, that was pretty stupid. Of COURSE
someone would see it! Thank God all they would see was a number to
respond to. The paper would forward any replies to my home.
  `Oh no! What if the letters got mixed up and one of my neighbors
got them instead of me! Anything could happen! I should have never
done it. Maybe nobody will answer it...'

  Now here I was, two months later, holding a brown envelope that
I instinctively knew was forwarded mail. I carried it into my
apartment, tossed the other mail on the counter and carefully
opened the envelope. Inside were a dozen or so responses. Most
seemed to be from professionals. `Mistress so-and-so' with a photo
in leather, or whatever. Several business cards were included, some
even had rates on them.
  One letter stood out from all the others. There was a picture
with it of a normal looking woman. She looked to be about late
thirties and was dressed in normal street clothes. The typewritten
letter said:

        Dear Slave,

          I am sending this in response to your classified ad. I
        understand you are looking for a nasty woman to take
        control of your life. Well, I'm sure I'm bitchy enough
        for you. 
          I live in New Jersey. I have a large home and own my own  
        business, so I assure you I am an expert bitch and have     
        plenty of time to prove it. I have been into the B&D scene  
        for several years but always playful, with lots of          
        restrictions. While these have been fun I have always wanted 
        to own my own slave. To do with as I want! To let my dirty  
        little mind run wild, and I've had some pretty wild fantasies 
        over the years!
          You claim that you are looking for a live-in situation,
        and that you are serious. If you are really serious then
        so am I, but I warn you first: I can be VERY nasty when
        I'm horny. Maybe too nasty for you... If you are really
        serious, send a letter and a photograph to the P.O. box
        at the bottom of this sheet. Your letter should describe
        exactly how you wish to be treated, in as much detail as
        possible. Be warned, however, that if you do become my
        slave I will keep your letter and subject you to
        everything you've written! Still serious? I am. Now it's
        up to you...
                                            Donna


  I read the letter with trembling hands. Then I re-read it and
looked at the picture. Something about the self-assured smile on
the woman's face made me shiver. Was she for real? I had an
erection that was painful. I opened my pants to relieve the
pressure and my cock poked out of the fly. I decided to remove all
of my clothes and sat naked on the rug with the picture in front of
me. I began fantasizing about `Mistress Donna' as I stroked my
shaft. I began to picture my most outrageous fantasies, fantasies
involving great shame and humiliation. She said she'd subject me to
whatever I wrote, and this made me even hotter. I had no intention
of responding to the letter, however, it wouldn't do any harm to
actually write out a reply. I'd never mail it but I could let my
mind run rampant through the gutters and pretend I would send it.
  I started to get up and go to the word processor in the bedroom,
then paused. In a moment of perversion I decided to crawl into the
bedroom, still naked, and pretend that Mistress Donna was making me
do that. Crawling naked through the hallway made me shiver with
lust. My thoughts were wild! I crawled into the bedroom, climbed up
into the chair and turned on the machine.
  Still naked and with my dick pointing straight up and nearly
brushing against the keyboard I decided to let all my inhibitions
out. After all, this wasn't for real. I'd be as shocking and
perverse as possible. I got even hornier just thinking about it. I
thought for a moment, then began to type:

        Dear Mistress Donna,

          Thank you so much for responding to my letter. Attached
        please find a photograph and my address and telephone
        number.
          Yes, I am serious! You don't know how long I've
        fantasized about being the abject property of a beautiful
        woman. One who would use me for her own pleasure and
        force her will upon me.
          As far as restrictions, I don't have any! I want you to
        own me. I want to be your slave for the rest of my life.
        I only request, no, I humbly beg of you, not to involve
        any other men. Whether you choose to grant this request
        is completely up to you.
          I have been looking at your picture and fantasizing
        some of the things you might do to me. If it were
        possible for you to legally own me, I would do it. Since
        this is impossible I fantasize about selling all of my
        property, quitting my job, and becoming your complete
        slave, owning nothing, not even my own ass!  
          Please take me, Mistress Donna! Please own me. I need
        to be owned by a woman who is cruel and perverse. I want
        to be kept naked. Please put a collar and leash on me and
        make me crawl wherever I go. I even want be taken outside
        for walks where people might see me!
          Please tease me, Mistress. Keep me hard all the time.
        Tease me until I beg, then laugh at me and tease me some
        more! Show me no mercy. I want to be shamed horribly!
        Invite your friends over so they can see me. Make me beg
        and cry while they laugh at me. Put me across your lap
        and spank me while they watch!
          Mistress, there is a girl I work with, her name is
        Kathy Somers. She hates me because I made her look bad.
        She lost a promotion because of me and now we always seem
        to be at each other's throats. After I have been your
        slave for about a week, please call Kathy and invite her
        to your home. When she gets there, let her see me in my
        shame. Make me crawl out naked in front of her so she can
        laugh at me! Make me lie on my back and jerk off while I
        beg her to give me a spanking! Tell her that I am a slave
        now and that she can do whatever she wants to with me.
        She should laugh at me and tell me that she's going to
        tell all the other girls at work what happened to me.
        Kathy is to put me across her lap and spank me while I
        cry and beg her forgiveness. You would tell her that I'm
        not really sorry but that you are forcing me to say it.
        After she has reddened my ass the two of you will have
        lunch. I will be your entertainment and dance for you
        while Kathy laughs at my humiliation!
          When Kathy finally drives home you might tell her that
        she can come back whenever she likes and bring some of
        her friends with her. If she likes, perhaps you might
        loan me to her for a night so she can have a party with
        some of the other girls from work.
          Mistress Donna, I humbly beg you to punish me. I
        embarrass very easily so the punishment should be as
        degrading as possible. I am to be teased mercilessly and
        exhibited in my shame to laughing women. I am to be made
        to perform the most unspeakably humiliating acts for your
        and their amusement. You might further punish me by
        making me wear delicate little girls' clothes. I could
        greet your guests at the door that way and curtsy to
        them.
          Each night I am to be put to bed crying from the shame
        that you have put me through. My cock is to be kept hard
        and teased at all times. I am not allowed to cum often,
        and then only in the most embarrassing circumstances.
          Please accept me as your slave, Mistress Donna. I will
        do anything you command, sign anything you like, only
        please accept me!
                                             Sincerely,
                                             David Mills


  I was trembling as I finished typing the letter. My legs shook as
I opened the closet and took out the Polaroid camera. I set it up
on the bureau, set the automatic timer, and took a picture of
myself sitting on the edge of my bed. My hands were shaking as I
set the camera again and this time laid on my back with my legs up
and asscheeks spread wide. My face was framed between the vee of my
legs.
  I watched the first two pictures develop. I used my middle finger
to lightly stroke the underside of my penis to keep myself
trembling in arousal as the images formed before me. I was
disgusted with myself as I saw how obscene they were. In a frenzy
I continued posing for more and more photographs, trying to outdo
myself for indecency in each successive photo.
  After two packages of film I was breathing heavily, wanting to
cum badly but still teasing myself. I was pretending that Mistress
Donna was there and ordering me to torture myself.
  I took the sixteen photographs and stuffed them in a manila
envelope. I re-read the letter I had written, then signed it and
added my address, home phone number, and work number. I included it
in the envelope, sealed it, and wrote Mistress Donna's address on
the front. I wasn't sure what the postage would be, probably around
fifty cents, so I took all of my stamps and put over $5 on the
envelope, just to make absolutely certain there would be enough. I
knew that if I waited till the morning to go to the Post Office I'd
chicken out.
  I pulled on some sweatpants and a tee shirt. I put on my sneakers
and walked swiftly out of my apartment and to the corner where the
mailbox was located. My teeth were chattering. My penis was
throbbing and begging for release. I opened the mail slot, held the
envelope there for a few seconds and, with trembling hands let it
slip from my fingers and into the box! It was done! I couldn't get
it back! She would get my letter and all those photographs and my
address and everything. She'd warned me that she would do
EVERYTHING that I wrote in my letter, plus more!
  I ran back to my apartment. When I got inside I pulled my clothes
back off and crawled naked into my bedroom.
  "Oh please, Mistress Donna!" I moaned over and over as my fist
flew up and down my penis. My whole body shook. Finally my balls
tightened. I felt beads of sweat on my forehead as I began an
incredibly forceful ejaculation. I caught some of it in my hand but
there was so much jism that it dripped down onto the rug. I
squeezed off spurt after spurt as I exhaled loud breaths of air.
Finally it was over. My body still shook with after-tremors, but it
was over. I got up and grabbed a couple of tissues to wipe my hands
and clean up the mess on the rug.
  I sat on the edge of my bed. I felt self-conscious sitting there
naked so I tugged on some underwear and my sweats. I sat back down
and held my head in my hands. "Oh my God... what did I just do!" I
tried to think of a way to get the envelope back, or intercept it,
but I knew it was too late. Donna would get that envelope. She'd
read my letter, probably laugh at it. She'd see my pictures, each
more disgusting than the one before, and each with my face clearly
shown! She had my signature on the letter and my home address! I
hugged my knees up to my chest and trembled... It was Monday night.


                          "THE LETTER"

                             Part 2

  Two nights later I received a phone call. I had been on edge ever
since I'd mailed the envelope, worrying about what might happen.
When I answered the phone I heard a casual but firm woman's voice
utter two words that shook me to the core:
  "Hello, slave."
  "H-hello, M-mistress Donna?"
  "Now who else would it be?" she laughed. "Did you send out
letters and pictures to anybody else? Hmmm?"
  "N-no, Mistress Donna. Just you!" I stammered. My voice trembled
as I tried desperately to think of some way out of this. This was
the woman I had written my letter to! She had read it and seen all
those humiliating photographs I took! I felt ashamed even talking
to her.
  "Get a pencil, young man, and write down these directions..."
  I gulped and scampered to get a pencil and a piece of paper. When
I returned Donna proceeded to give me explicit directions to her
home in northern New Jersey. It was only about an hour or so away.
  "This is going to be your home from now on. You will go into work
tomorrow and tell them that Friday will be your last day. You will
write a letter to your landlord telling him that you're giving up
your apartment after Friday. Tell him he can keep anything he finds
there. You're not going to need anything here. Call the telephone
and electric companies and have your service disconnected. Go to
the Post Office and have your mail forwarded to my address
effective immediately. On Friday afternoon you will get into your
car wearing only a tee-shirt, pants, and sneakers with no socks.
You will not wear any underwear, watch, or jewelry of any kind. You
will leave everything you own in your apartment for your landlord.
You will then drive to this address. I expect you to arrive here at
exactly 9:00pm. After you pull into my driveway you will take off
your tee-shirt, pants and sneakers, leave them in the car, and
crawl up to my front door. You will not knock or ring the doorbell.
You will kneel there naked and wait for me to let you in. Do you
understand all this?"
  "M-m-missstress Donna" I stammered. "About that letter... I don't
know what got into me.. I... I'm sorry... I..."
  "WHAT! Didn't you hear a word I just said!" The sound of her fury
shook me to the core. I began to panic.
  "Yes, Mistress! I h-heard you. It's just that I'm not so sure now
that I... err.. that I..."
  "Listen to me, David" she said in a controlled but menacing
voice. "You don't have a choice in this anymore. I didn't get where
I am by being a nice person. I always get what I want. Right now I
have your letter in front of me. I also have all those disgusting
pictures in front of me too. Tell, me... did you jerk off after you
took these pictures?"
  A pause and then... "Y-yes, Mistress."
  She laughed. "I figured as much. And now that your dick isn't
hard anymore you're having second thoughts. Well it won't work. I'm
very rich, very bitchy, and, like I already told you once, I always
get what I want... one way or another."
  I gulped hard but didn't say a word.
  "I've made up a dozen copies of the photographs you sent me, and
a dozen copies of your letter."
  I was sweating now, and trembling. I held my forehead in my hand
and closed my eyes...
  "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way means
you will follow those instructions I gave you exactly and to the
letter. I intend to give you a spanking on Friday night to punish
you for this little rebellion." 
  "There's also the hard way... I've already had you checked out,
David. I know more about you than you'd believe. Don't make me send
someone to collect you. If I do, you won't like the way they do it,
and a lot of people you hold very dear are going to get a full set
of photographs plus a copy of your letter. Either way, you'll be
here. It's up to you which way you'll do it!"
  "Please, Mistress Donna. Don't do this to me! I don't know what
got into me the other night. Please!"
  "That's right, beg me! I love to hear you beg! You're going to be
doing a lot of that from now on! If you're a good boy I just might
grant you that little request you made in your letter. If I have to
have you picked up, well, all bets are off. It will be an
embarrassing pickup, I can assure you of that! Oh, and one more
little thing, David. That girl at work you mentioned... Kathy
Somers? You might be interested to know that my personnel manager
is calling her tomorrow to invite her down next week to interview
for a job as a Marketing Manager in my company. Hell, if she's good
I might even give her the job! In addition to her other duties she
can also be Manager of David's Bare Ass!"
  "Oh, Mistress Donna. P-l-e-a-s-e don't do that! Please..."
  "I warned you! Now remember those instructions. Don't make me
send someone after you. See you later David...  "
  I sat there with the phone still to my ear. There was silence on
the other end. My eyes welled up as I slowly put the receiver down.
What was I going to do? I had to take her threat seriously. Stupid
me, I had put phone numbers and my address in the letter. I even
signed it. I didn't know how much information she could have dug up
on me but if she was rich and owned her own company I wouldn't be
surprised what she could get... If I didn't show up she'd send
someone to `collect' me! She made that sound like something I'd
want to avoid at all costs. The real shock hit me when I began to
realize that I really didn't have a choice, and that beginning
Friday night I'd be living at her house, as her slave!
  I didn't sleep real well that night but the next morning I got up
in time, showered and shaved, and headed off to work.
  As I walked through the corridors I looked around and was amazed
to realize how many women actually worked there. I'd never really
noticed before. Most of them smiled and said `Good Morning' to me
as I passed. I got to my desk and sat down. The secretary, Phyllis,
dropped a message off at my desk that she had taken just before I
came in.
  "Hi David. Here's a call that just came in."
  "Thanks."
  "You don't look too good today. Are you feeling Okay?"
  "Huh? Oh, no.. I mean yeah. I'm okay."
  "You look white as a ghost. Maybe you should have someone take a
look at you."
  "Yeah. That's the problem..." I muttered to myself. Then to
Phyllis I said: "No. I'm okay. Didn't sleep well. Thanks."
  I put in an uneventful morning, though most of it was spent
dreading what I knew I had to do. After lunch I knew I couldn't put
it off any longer. I went in to see my boss and told him tomorrow
would be my last day. My boss was shocked at both the announcement
and the short notice. I apologized and said it was a personal
decision and I really regretted having to leave so suddenly. In the
afternoon I called the telephone and electric companies and also
typed a letter to my landlord telling him I had to leave town and
would be breaking my lease. I told him to keep the security deposit
and anything he found left behind in the apartment after I left. I
left work early so I could get to the post office to leave a
forwarding address and mail my letter. I got home around 3:30.
  I felt almost in a daze as I carried out all of my instructions
and chores. I thought about being in New Jersey in a little over 24
hours and could hardly believe all this was happening so quickly.
I went through my apartment checking on things. I gathered up all
of my magazines and newspapers and put them in a bag to throw out.
It would be embarrassing if anybody found them. I took a small
overnight bag and got some of my important papers, my checkbook,
and a few pictures of my family as keepsakes. I sat in my living
room and looked around. I didn't have a lot of possessions but it
was hard to just walk away from everything.
  I ordered a pizza and watched TV. I wasn't sure when I'd be able
to do either of those again. At 10:00 I turned out the lights and
went to bed. I tossed and turned for over an hour, unable to fall
asleep. On one hand I was curious about what lay ahead. On the
other, I was absolutely terrified. I got up and turned on my word
processor, probably for the last time. I re-read the letter I had
written to Mistress Donna on Monday night. I paled and shook as I
slowly read it over and over again. How could I have written all
those things! Why did I ever mail it! I had been a fool. I should
have just beat off and gone to sleep but I had to write that damn
stupid letter! Around midnight I finally managed to fall asleep.
  I woke up late on Friday. It was my last day. My last day as a
free man, so why bother to rush into work? I read the paper and
watched TV. Then I showered, shaved, dressed and drove into work.
I arrived around 11:30. Word had already spread that this was my
last day and people stopped me in the hallways to shake my hand and
wish me luck. I organized a few of my projects then straightened up
my desk and went to lunch.
  After lunch I was told to go to Personnel to fill out some forms.
On the way back I turned a corner and saw Kathy Somers walking down
the corridor towards me. She was walking fast, as usual. Always
trying to make an impression as a busy woman on the move. She was
twenty-four years old and was only a year out of grad school. She
looked and dressed the part of a career woman on the way up. She
had on a black suit, double breasted with a scarf around her neck,
and a skirt just above her knees. Her blonde hair was shoulder
length and even if she didn't despise me her demeanor made it clear
she knew she was well out of my league. She looked hot all right,
and she flaunted it. She looked at me and slowed down, then
stopped.
  "I hear today is your last day" she said, barely concealing the
lack of caring in her voice. She was still pissed at me but at
least tried to act semi-polite.
  "Uhh, yes." I gulped and fidgeted. I glanced up at her blue eyes.
She was looking at me as if I were an inconsequential worm.
  "Where are you going?"
  "Uh.. N-new Jersey..."
  Her eyes flashed for just a second. What a coincidence...
  "Oh well" she said. "Good luck. Maybe we'll see you around."
  I gulped hard. I knew that the next time she saw me around would
be under very different circumstances...
  "Kathy, I... err.. well.." I had to look away from her eyes. "I,
uh, guess I'll see you later... I mean.. well, goodbye."
  Kathy looked at me strangely. I saw those confident blue eyes one
last time, then she turned and continued walking down the corridor.
I watched her long legs and ass as it swiftly moved away from me.
Oh God! Mistress Donna wouldn't really... would she? I sniffed and
just walked out the door and drove home.
  I walked into my apartment for the last time. It was around 4pm.
I lay down on the couch and napped till six.
  When I awoke I looked at my clock and got right up. I'd have to
get moving to be on time! I undressed and put my clothes in my
hamper, then I showered and shaved again. After drying myself off
I selected a white tee-shirt and pulled on a pair of gray
sweatpants. I then slipped a pair of sneakers on over my bare feet,
grabbed my wallet and the overnight bag and stood in the doorway.
I glanced around one last time at all of my possessions; all of my
clothes! All I had now was the tee shirt, sweatpants and sneakers
that I wore, and I'd be leaving them behind in my car when I got to
New Jersey. When I entered Mistress Donna's house I would have
nothing - no money, no job, no clothes. I flipped off the light
switch and walked out to my car.
  An hour and a half later I was within a mile of my new home.
Mistress Donna lived in a well-to-do suburb; tree-lined homes with
big yards and long driveways. It didn't take me long to locate the
house. It was brick with ivy over the outside. I could see down the
driveway to where a Lincoln Town Car was parked. A brick walkway
led to the front door which was flanked by a rose-covered trellis.
According to the clock in my car it was only 8:30. I wanted to make
sure I was wasn't late but I had no desire to be too early either.
I sat there in my car and watched a few cars pass by. Some
bicyclers went past in the growing darkness and I smiled as I
watched the young girls in their tight riding pants, but inside I
was trembling. It was 8:45pm and I was just outside Mistress
Donna's house. I had quit my job, abandoned my apartment and given
all my belongings away. I couldn't believe I was actually doing
this, but I had no choice! Even if I ran away I knew she'd somehow
find me. And her threat to mail off copies of those shameful
pictures and my incriminating letter... I could never allow that to
happen!
  At 8:55 I started up my car and slowly pulled into the long
driveway. I parked beside the gleaming Town Car and turned off the
engine. There were lights on in the house but I couldn't see
anybody moving in the windows. Well, this was it...
  I pulled off my tee shirt and kicked off my sneakers. I sat there
for a moment with my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats. The
porch light was on and I noted with panic that it illuminated the
front door! I held my breath and pulled my sweats down over my hips
and down my legs. My penis was stiff and my bare ass on the car
seat felt perverse! I pulled the sweats off my feet and placed them
on the front seat. Slowly I opened the car door. The interior light
in the car startled me and I immediately climbed out of the car and
closed the door as quickly as possible! I dropped to my hands and
knees and knelt there next to the car. At that moment I realized
that out of force of habit I had locked the car door. The keys were
inside along with my clothes! There was no turning back now... The
sun had set and it was nearly dark but the illumination from the
porch light and moon cast shadows over the front lawn. I knew I
couldn't stall any longer. I began crawling on my hands and knees
towards the front door. I felt so self-conscious I wanted to get up
and run, but I knew I had to continue. There was no place to run
to. I crawled up the front steps and knelt there in front of the
large wooden door. Anybody passing by on the street who cared to
look could see me there, illuminated by the porch light. I trembled
as I prayed for her to hurry up and let me in.
  Five minutes went by, then ten. I heard the bicyclers on their
way back home. I shook and prayed they didn't look in the yard as
they passed by. I was tempted to ring the doorbell, maybe she
forgot about me? Did I have the time right? After fifteen minutes
of kneeling naked on the porch I shuddered and began worrying if I
even had the right house! Finally I heard the doorknob turn and the
heavy door swung open. My Mistress stood in the doorway! God, she
was beautiful! Her trim legs were encased in tight pants and her
hair and makeup indicated class and style. She smiled as she looked
down at me.
  "Well, it's David! And right on time, how nice! I hope you
weren't waiting out here too long. The neighbors are so nosey!"
  She held a collar and leash in her hands. The collar was small
and black and had `DAVID' etched on it. She bent over me and began
fastening it around my neck. As she bent over I was able to see
down the front of her crisp white blouse. Her perfume was
wonderful! I felt my already hard penis twitch as her hands
fastened the buckle under my chin. She then took the leash and
clipped one end onto the collar. When she stood up she smiled again
and said "I hope you like your new wardrobe. This is all you'll be
wearing from now on, even when we have company."
  She chuckled and used the leash to lead me, still on my hands and
knees, into the foyer. As she closed the door behind her I heard
soft footsteps and a girl around eighteen years old walked into
view. She had blonde hair and was dressed in faded jeans and a
sweatshirt. She looked at me and giggled.
  "Oh, I think I forgot to mention that my daughter Stacey is home
from college and will be here until the end of August." Stacey
smiled and said hello while I blushed.
   "You will obey Stacey. Next week she's having one of her
sorority sisters stay over for a couple of days and I expect you to
amuse them. Do you understand?"
  "Y-es, Mistress Donna" I blushed.
  "Put your head down on the rug, I want to take a good look at
you. Spread your knees wider, that's it! Hmmm... Not bad." She
poked me a little here and there as if she were looking over
livestock. "A little soft but I think Stacey and I can whip you
into shape."
  I groaned in shame as she walked directly behind me and stared at
my widely parted ass.
  "Stay just as you are and wiggle your ass for Stacey and me! Come
on, make it shake.  I said wiggle it! We want to see that
ass dancing in the air! Ahhh! That's better!" Both women giggled as
my bare ass wiggled and shook as if a string were attached to it.
It was enormously embarrassing, especially with Stacey watching.
  "Won't Kathy Somers enjoy seeing that!" Donna laughed. "By the
way, she set up an appointment for an interview on Wednesday
morning. I believe we'll invite her here for lunch afterwards!"
  "No, please!" I begged. "I didn't really mean that stuff I wrote.
I'd die of embarrassment if she were to see me. Please don't!
Please!"
  "Hahaha. Oh, she WILL see you! I promise you that! You're going
to look so cute crawling around on your little leash while she
laughs at you! She may get disgusted and leave, or she just might
enjoy watching you humiliate yourself. Hmmm... I think I'll make
you give yourself a spanking in front of her!"
  I gasped then started sniffling. "Please  pleeease don't
do that to me. I'm sorry I ever wrote that letter ."
  My pleading seemed to get Donna even more excited. "I'm going to
give her a copy of your letter. She should get a kick out of
reading it, especially the parts about her! I'll ask her to read it
out loud as you kneel before her! That reminds me... I think I
promised you a spanking tonight, didn't I?"
  "No, please,  don't give her that letter! Please don't!"
  Donna sat down on a straight back chair in the foyer. She patted
her thighs and indicated she wanted me to crawl across her lap and
lie there. I was still sobbing and didn't budge. This caused Donna
to angrily grab my leash and tug on it to get me moving. As I
draped myself across her lap she told Stacey to kneel down in front
of me and hold both of my hands in hers to steady me. My
defenseless ass was perched on her lap and she stroked it lightly
with her hand, then she lifted her arm and began spanking me hard
and randomly on both of my cheeks. I didn't know what to expect. I
was surprised by how much it stung and I began immediately to
squirm and yelp. My penis was rock hard and I could feel it rubbing
against Donna's pants as I squirmed to avoid her stinging palm. As
I squirmed around I couldn't keep my thighs from parting, thus
giving Donna a view of my balls.  Stacey held my hands and giggled
as I began begging her mother to stop.
  Donna lectured me as she wailed my ass, using the slaps for
emphasis. She reminded me of the things I'd put in my letter. She
told me that this was no joke. That my old life was over. I had no
job, no money, no clothes, nothing! She owned me. She would do
whatever she felt like with me and right now she felt like spanking
me. She said that tomorrow she might feel like leading me around in
her back yard by my leash! That should give her nosey neighbors an
eyeful! She laughed as she told me all the degrading things she had
planned for me. She thanked me for my letter because it even gave
her a few more ideas. 
  Stacey held my gaze and licked her lips to tease me as she saw
tears welling up in my eyes. Between spanks she told me that her
mother had always warned her: "Be careful what you wish for,
because you just might get it." Right now, I was getting it!


                           "THE LETTER"

                              Part 3

    For the next four days Donna appeared to enjoy herself to the
fullest. As promised, she kept me naked and leashed on all fours
the entire time. I was kept in a constant state of arousal. I was
allowed no chance to masturbate and Donna made it clear that if I
even attempted it she'd punish me very severely. She enjoyed
teasing me with threats of exposing me in the most humiliating
ways. She threatened to spank my ass red and tie me up outside so
that the children could see me and laugh at me on their way to
school in the morning. This caused me to panic and made Stacey
laugh along with her mother. Stacey's presence made this doubly
humiliating for me. She didn't say much or make many demands on me
but she was usually lounging around the house in jeans and sneakers
and laughed whenever she saw me scurrying along the floor.
  Once Donna chased me round the house smacking my ass with a long-
handled wooden spoon. I crawled as fast as I could to escape the
stinging smacks but Donna caught up with me in the den right in
front of Stacey and wailed my poor butt good with that spoon till
I was reduced to sobs. When I looked up I saw Stacey watching me
and shaking her head slightly in amusement. I felt my face turn
nearly as red as my ass must have been.
  Finally it was Tuesday night. Donna didn't need to remind me that
tomorrow morning Kathy Somers would be at the house! I begged her
once more to spare me from this ordeal but Donna continued teasing
me about what our meeting would be like. 
  Just as she did every night, she tied me up on my knees with my
face to the floor and my hands attached to the back of my collar so
I couldn't touch myself during the night. She tied my legs open
with a spreader bar and positioned me so that my ass was up in the
air. This time, however, she gave me an extra special teasing. She
worked on my penis and ass until I was literally vibrating. I
begged to be allowed to cum. I pleaded from the depth of my soul
but she kept at it, over and over and over again. So close... so
very close to cumming, but she would always back off just before I
could manage to get over the edge. She gave me my nightly spanking
and left me like that in Stacey's room.
  Stacey must have thought it was quite interesting to have a naked
man tied up on the floor in her bedroom. My red ass was still
trembling and my cock was hard as a rock. I could almost feel the
cum boiling in my ball sack as I knelt there. She asked me a few
questions about my life before coming here but my stammered
answers, uttered between sobs of frustration, were barely
understandable, even by me.
  Stacey got undressed to get in bed. This was the first time I'd
seen her without her jeans or at least a robe on. She stripped down
in front of me as I groaned. When she had just her pink panties
left on she blew me a goodnight kiss, climbed into bed, and turned
off the light. Not long afterwards I heard the unmistakable sounds
of her masturbating. She had slipped her hand underneath those tiny
little panties and was rubbing herself off while I knelt there with
a hard dick! I could see the covers move up and down and her
breathing got more ragged. She licked her lips and moved her head
from side to side and the bed vibrated a little as she got closer
and closer to her own orgasm. Finally she gasped and the bed shook
several times. This was it! She was cumming and breathing hard. I
whimpered as she finally caught her breath and regained her
composure. I heard her giggle then roll over onto her side. A few
minutes later I could hear her deep measured breathing as she
slept.
  I trembled as I knelt there in the dark. Knowing that Stacey was
nearly naked only a few feet away made my dick quiver as it hung
below my belly. I thought about my past life. Less than a week
before, I was working in the Finance Department of my company. I
went to work every day in a suit and tie. Now all I wore was a
collar and leash! I had given up everything to become the abject
slave of this powerful woman I had met for the first time only four
days ago. I was teased incessantly and shamed in front of her
eighteen year old daughter. And tomorrow... tomorrow would be the
most humiliating day in my life! Kathy Somers, that stuck-up bitch
from Marketing, would get to see me shamed horribly. I would be
paraded nude in front of her, crawling on my hands and knees, with
a LEASH on! She'd get to read my humiliating letter to Mistress
Donna. When she read about how I'd fantasized about being degraded
before her she'd probably laugh in my face! Mistress Donna couldn't
possibly do that to me, could she?
  My dick was still tingling. I was shivering with lust. Each night
so far I'd considered trying to get myself off, but I was always
too terrified to try. Tonight the pressure was too great. I slowly
pushed my legs back and lowered my hips. I found that I could
almost touch the rug with the end of my penis! I pushed back a
little farther and found that by thrusting my hips I could rub the
underside of my penis against the carpet. The friction felt
wonderful! I continued thrusting and felt the underside of the tip
of my penis get warm from the friction. It tingled like a mad itch
being finally scratched! Each thrust brought a tightness to my
balls and the warm tingling grew along my entire shaft. I was
moaning now and my eyes were closed. I kept rubbing and rubbing and
moaning...
  "MOTHER!! Get in here quick!"
  The piercing yell startled me. My buttocks were clenched tightly
and my dripping penis was poised just a fraction of an inch above
the carpet. I'd been caught!
  Donna came storming into the room wearing her nightgown. She
hadn't fallen asleep yet and when she saw what I had been doing she
grabbed me by the back of my collar and yanked me back up to my
knees with a force that both surprised and terrified me.
  "Ohhh, pleeease Mistress. I wasn't doing anything! I'm sorry!
Please! Oh God! Please!" I was terrified!
  "Oh! I don't believe what you were doing! You were warned, young
man! You were warned what would happen if you tried anything like
this, and you'll be punished severely!"
  "Please, Mistress, pleeeeease!" My penis was waggling obscenely
between my legs as I knelt and pleaded with the older woman.
  Donna pushed my head back to the floor and pulled my ass up high.
The spreader bar kept my thighs apart and my balls were hanging
halfway to my knees. She got up and quickly walked next door to her
room. A moment later I heard her come back and stand behind me.
Stacey's eyes were wide open as she watched her mother. I felt a
cool wetness on my asshole, and a finger. I suddenly realized that
Donna had put some kind of vaseline on her fingers and she was
lubing up my asshole! Her fingers moved away to be replaced by a
hard round object. It was pushing against my anus, then rubbing up
and down and swirling. I felt the muscles of my anus give and
suddenly the object was penetrating my asshole.
  "So, you want to cum, huh? Huh? We'll just see how bad you want
to cum..."
  All of a sudden I heard a buzzing noise. At the exact same time
the object in my ass began vibrating! Oh Please, No! She had stuck
a vibrator up my ass! She moved it in and out several times, then
used the vibrating tip to tease the rim of my asshole. The buzzing
was driving me crazy! At the same time I felt something being
slipped over my hard cock. It passed down the shaft till it was
next to my balls then suddenly tightened! I instinctively knew what
it was... a cock ring! It would prevent me from ejaculating while
Donna worked me over... and work me over she did! I was taking in
air in huge gulps, like a drowning man just reaching the surface.
My whole body shook as she tortured me with the buzzing device. I'd
give my soul to cum but she wouldn't let me. She just kept working
on me and taunting me.
  "I told you what would happen, didn't I? You're gonna be punished
for that, slave. Just wait till tomorrow! You thought it was gonna
be bad in front of Kathy Somers, huh? It's gonna be worse! By the
time I'm through with you.... ooohhhh... No man will ever have been
shamed the way I'm gonna do you! You'll squirm! You'll plead!
You'll never ever be able to even glance at that young woman again
without your gut wrenching in humiliation! You just wait!"
  I couldn't help myself. I cried into the carpet. "Waaahhhh!
Please! Stop it! Ahhhhhhhhhhh.....! Help!" My balls felt like they
were going to explode, they were so full. She kept the buzzing tip
of the vibrator on my sensitive asshole despite my screams. I
begged her to let me cum. I begged Stacey!
  "Nooo... you're not gonna cum that easy!" She slapped my ass with
her free hand and continued the torment. "You wanna cum, boy? Huh?
Tell me, you wanna cum?"
  "Yyyyyesss! Please Mistress! Pleeeease!"
  "You'll cum alright, but not tonight! You'll cum tomorrow in
front of Kathy! You'll be on your back at her feet. Your legs will
be bent up and back and spread w-i-d-e! Your red cheeks will be
parted as you tug on your cock and cry and beg her to allow you to
cum! Your ass will be sticking right up and your asshole will be
sucking around your middle finger like it was a popsicle! We'll
take pictures that Kathy can keep and show to her friends! That's
how you'll cum!"
  "Ahhhhhh.... please, let me cum, let me cum, please...." I was
sobbing.
  Donna suddenly turned off the vibrator and put it down. She then
released the cock ring and she and her daughter smiled and watched
me twitch for awhile. I had tears streaming down my cheeks and I
was crying and flicking my tongue in and out of my mouth. My hips
circled hopelessly with my asscheeks wide apart waiting for the
stimulation that would send me over the edge, but it never came.
  "Good night, David. Think about tomorrow and Kathy Somers!
Pleasant dreams!"
  Donna grabbed the vibrator and stood up straight, then turned and
walked back to her own room. Stacey was still kneeling in front of
me, looking down at me. Her breasts were bare and upthrust. Her
thighs were slightly parted and she had a small wet spot on the
crotch of her tiny pink panties. I glanced up and saw her place one
hand back inside her panties. Her crotch was only inches from my
face as she began rotating her hips and rubbing her hand up and
down inside her panties. Her aroma was pure torment. My own hips
continued circling and thrusting helplessly as I watched her rub
herself off and heard her soft moans. Stacey used her left hand to
pull the front of her panties slowly down. I could see her pubic
hair and her long fingers rubbing her cunt. With a sigh she wiggled
until her panties were down around her knees, stretched wide. I
could see her entire pubic area and when she rotated her hips I
could see her ass. Her fingers rubbed insistently and I could see
wetness glistening in her pubic hairs. Her moans became more
insistent. I was humping away at the air now and Stacey was
watching me through her own slit eyes. She moaned and sucked in air
as she stiffened and started quivering. With several gasps she
clenched her ass cheeks and I could see more wetness on her fingers
and cunt hair as she came.
  When she was through she placed her wet hand right under my nose
and told me to lick it clean. I was still humping air and moaning
but I obeyed her and licked her fingers like a puppy. She laughed
at me as she watched me lick.
  "Good night, David. Sleep well. See you in the morning!"
  Stacey stood up and pulled her panties all the way off her legs.
She placed them over my head so that the wet crotch was right
against my lips and nose. Then she patted my ass and climbed back
into bed. Within fifteen minutes both women were sound asleep, but
I was still dry humping the air and sniffing Stacey's aroma. I
thought about Kathy Somers and the things Donna had threatened and
I shuddered. I sobbed in shame until, exhausted, I finally fell
asleep.
  I awoke in the morning with a raging hardon. Stacey's panties
were still over my head and face and I had no feeling in my arms
and legs. I knelt there remembering the previous evening and waited
until I finally heard the sounds of Stacey awakening. She stretched
luxuriantly and yawned. When she looked over and saw me she
giggled, then swung her legs over the side of the bed and got up.
She was completely nude and she swayed her hips a little as she
walked over to me and pulled her panties off of my head.
  "Well, good morning David!"
  I groaned as Stacey began untying me from my cramped position. I
immediately stretched out and felt the pins and needles as feeling
slowly returned to my limbs. Stacey was crouched down just before
me. Her thighs were parted and her naked pussy was about a foot
from my face. I couldn't help look at it and this made Stacey
laugh.
  "You ready for some breakfast David?"
  I just moaned but I didn't look away from those spread thighs.
  "Come on, David. Lick me. Eat my pussy out. Do it good or you'll
get a spanking..."
  I moved my head between her thighs and stuck my tongue out. I
touched it against the lips of her cunt and felt my dick jump a
little. I hesitantly reached out my hands and cupped the underside
of Stacey's ass, pulling my head closer in and licking at her from
the bottom of her slit to the top.
  "Ooooh Yeah! Eat me, David. Gobble me up!" Stacey was enjoying
the feel of my palms on her ass and my tongue was getting her
juices flowing. I felt my ass begin involuntarily thrusting as I
licked with more and more abandon. I was like a starving man and
her pussy was a delicious steak. I made sucking and licking noises
and moaned as I thrust my hips. Stacey put her own hands behind my
head and held me tight against her cunt. Her own knees began
getting sore from her squatting so she sat down on the floor with
her knees apart and used her hands to pull my head down. She lifted
her hips up slightly.
  "Lick my ass too, David! Lick it real good! Mmmmm! Don't forget
my cunt. Lick the whole thing. Harder! Faster! Ooohhh!"
  Stacey wrapped her knees tightly around my head and stiffened as
she came on my face. After she regained her composure she wrapped
her fingers in my hair and rubbed my face up and down along her
sticky crotch. I had her juices all over my nose and lips as she
finally let me go, then stood up. She stretched her arms above her
head and showed off her trim figure and her firm tits. 
  Just then Donna knocked on the door and came in. When she saw
Stacey and me she figured out what had been happening and smiled.
  "Well, it's about time you got with the program Stacey!"
  Stacey smiled sheepishly and disappeared into her bathroom. Donna
attached a leash onto my collar and began leading me to her own
bathroom.
  "Let's go, David. We've got to get you cleaned up and
presentable. Kathy will be here in just a few hours. You do want to
look good for her, don't you?"
  "Oh, please Mistress Donna. I beg you. Please don't show me to
her. I'd die." I must have looked pathetic, but that seemed to only
fuel Donna's horniness. She slapped my ass gently and said:
  "Oh, come now David. I know that you really want her to see you
and laugh at you. You told me so in your letter, remember? There's
no way you're getting out of this. As a matter of fact, you're
gonna get a lot more than you bargained for. I told you I was
nasty! I can't wait to see the look on her face when she first sees
you!"
  She tugged on the leash and led me into her own bathroom. She
told me to sit on the toilet and relieve myself while she waited
and watched. She had been doing this since the first day because
she didn't trust me alone with myself. After I eliminated and wiped
myself she made me crawl into the tub and kneel there on all fours
as she filled it with water. Using a soapy sponge Donna proceeded
to scrub me down. She knelt beside the tub and talked to me as if
I were a child or a skittish animal. She soaped me liberally
between my legs and asscheeks, wanting to make sure I was squeaky
clean. As her sponge slipped between my legs to clean my scrotum
and stiff penis I shuddered and heard her giggle. She seemed to be
enjoying her total control over me.
  After she was satisfied that she had missed no spots she took the
hand-held shower massager and hosed me down. I climbed out of the
tub and knelt there as Donna towel-dried me. She led me into her
room and made me lie on her bed, face up and spreadeagled. There
was a plastic sheet underneath me.
  "We want to make sure Kathy can see everything you've got so I'm
going to shave you, David."
  I groaned a bit but didn't dare move. Donna used scissors to trim
my groin hair as short as possible, then took shaving cream and
lathered me up. She then carefully scraped all the hairs away until
I was smooth as a baby down there. She took more cream and repeated
the process with my legs, arms and chest. When she was through she
made me flip over and she took care of my back and even pulled my
asscheeks apart to get at the small hairs that hid there in the
crack.
  "Get off the bed, David, and kneel on the floor. Sit back on your
heels and fold your hands against your chest. She proceeded to
shave my face and neck. As I knelt there I felt my body tingling
all over. I had been shaved in places that had never been shaved
before and I felt more exposed than ever. I was completely
hairless, totally denuded, except for the hair on my head. Donna
chuckled as she picked up a pair of scissors and grabbed my head.
  "No..... what are you doing!!" I panicked.
  "Shut up! Don't make me repeat myself or you'll pay dearly, I
promise!"
  I felt her grab lock after lock of my dark brown hair and snip it
as close to my scalp as possible. I watched it fall all around me
as I heard the snips of Donna's scissors. After a couple of minutes
she picked up an electric shaver, like one a barber would use, and
began shaving my head till nothing was left but a little fuzz. More
cream was lathered onto my head and I felt the scrapings of her
razor. I couldn't believe what was happening as I knelt there
before her. Donna hummed a happy little tune and giggled as she
shaved me completely bald. When she was through she made me get on
all fours then called Stacey in to view her handiwork.
  Stacey entered, dressed once again in her jeans and a tee-shirt.
She bent over hysterically when she saw me kneeling there at her
mother's feet. I was nude, and completely hairless! I still wore my
collar with `DAVID' lettered onto it and her mother held the leash
that was attached to it.
  "What do you think, Stacey?"
  "What about his eyebrows, Mom? Looks like you missed a few
hairs."
  Donna slapped her hands together loudly. "That's right! You're so
observant, dear!"
  The two women crouched down in front of me and used tweezers to
pluck out the hairs of my eyebrows. It hurt a bit but eventually it
was done. Donna then took an eyebrow pencil and drew some
replacements in. As long as she had her makeup kit out she put a
little moist pink lipstick on me and applied some blush to my
already blushing cheeks.
  "That's terrific, Mother!" Stacey clapped her hands in glee.
  Donna grabbed some baby oil and rubbed it all over my white skin
so that I had a slight sheen. Stacey painted my fingernails and
toenails with red nail polish. When they were finished they made me
crawl to the closet door so that I could see myself in the full-
length mirror.
  "Oh God! Nooooo!" I sobbed. "Have pity on me, please! Don't let
anybody see me like this!"
   Donna grabbed her camera and began photographing me from all
angles! Stacey posed with me for a few shots.
  "Kathy will be here in about an hour, David. Do you recognize
this?"
  I looked up and saw my overnight bag swinging from Donna's hand.
She must have found it in my car. I nodded, still in shock.
  "Didn't I warn you not to take any possessions with you? Didn't
I!"
  "Y-yes, Mistress."
  Donna opened the bag and dumped out its contents. She threw my
drivers license and checkbook into her wastebasket. Likewise my
wallet and personal papers were also casually discarded as
inconsequential.
  She pulled out the pictures of my family and laid them on the
floor in front of me. There were pictures of my mother and father,
pictures of each of my two sisters, my brother and his wife, and
several pictures of my three nieces who were nine, thirteen and
fifteen.
  "Look at those pictures, young man! With very little effort each
one of them will get a complete collection of wonderful snapshots
of you, along with copies of your letter. ALL of them, do you hear
me? Even the children." I'll send them updates on a weekly basis
too, so they can all follow your descent!"
  "Noooooo.... pleeeease....." I sobbed. I turned my head and
shook.
  "Look at them I said! Now, I'm going to tell you what I want you
to do when Kathy gets here, and if you do it real well, if you
convince me of your sincerity, well maybe I won't mail any pictures
tonight. Now don't test me, boy. You did that once and you're going
to pay the price for that in less than an hour. Don't underestimate
me!"
  "Oh please, Mistress. Don't do that!  I.. I'll do whatever you
say, but please have some pity on me, pleeease!"
  "I'll have no pity on you whatsoever. As punishment I'm going to
shame you in front of Kathy like nothing you ever dreamed of! Now
listen closely. I won't tolerate a single mistake..."


                        "THE LETTER"

                           Part 4

  About an hour later Donna opened her front door to greet a
middle-aged man and a blonde young woman. I could hear their
conversation from where I was in the next room.
  "Hello Donna, this is Kathy Somers. Kathy, this is Donna Lavin."
  "Hello Kathy, nice to meet you. Won't you come in?"
  "Kathy and I have had a nice conversation back at the office.
She's a very impressive young woman, Kathy. I'll leave you two to
have lunch but I've got to get back to the office. Donna will have
somebody bring you back when you're through. Nice talking with you.
Thank you for coming."
  "Thank you, Mr. Landowski. It's been a pleasure."
  Donna welcomed Kathy in and closed the door. They went into the
living room and sat down and Donna proceeded to ask Kathy questions
about her background and experience. After about twenty minutes of
interviewing, Donna leaned back and smiled.
  "Kathy, I suppose you must have wondered how we found you to
invite you to come down for an interview."
  "Actually, yes. I figured you got my name from someone but I
wasn't going to ask."
  "Well, we got your name from David Mills."
  Donna paused a moment to let that sink in. She noticed the
surprise on Kathy's face and also noticed how she tried to cover it
up.
  "Well, err... that was very nice of him. Actually, David left a
week and a half ago. I guess he must have been interviewing. I'm
happy that he passed my name on."
  "David is right here." Again she watched Kathy's surprise. "As a
matter of fact he's in this house right now, in one of the other
rooms. I'm going to bring him in here in a few minutes."
  "Kathy, Jim Landowski said he was very impressed with you. Your
credentials are quite good. You lack management experience but I
tend to think you're up to the challenge. As far as I'm concerned
I'm going to ask Jim to offer you the Marketing Manager's position.
I think you'd be terrific at it."
  "Thank you, Donna. I'm very flattered and I guess a bit surprised
that you moved so quickly on this."
  "Kathy, I'm going to show you something and I'm not sure how
you're going to take it. Before I do I want to assure you that we
are indeed very interested in you and even if you get up and storm
out the front door, the job offer is still open."
  Kathy looked bewildered at this, and a little apprehensive too.
  "David Mills is living with me in this house." She smiled as she
saw Kathy's eyes widen.
  "He quit his job, gave up his apartment and came here to live
with me a week ago last Friday. He brought nothing with him. He
owns nothing. As a matter of fact, I own him. He told me about you
and I was curious enough to invite you down for an interview. I'd
like you to see him now. Like I said, this has nothing to do with
the job offer. It's personal between David and me. I hope you'll
keep an open mind."
  Kathy's face showed her confusion and her apprehension. She knew
now that something was going on. She wasn't prepared, however, for
what was about to happen. Donna clapped her hands twice and yelled
out to Stacey to bring me in. I had no choice. The door opened and
Stacey stepped through holding onto my leash. I crawled right
behind her, on my hands and knees, nude and hairless. I was looking
right at Kathy...
  "My God! David?" Kathy held her hand to her mouth and gasped.
  I had been told exactly what I had to do. Although it shamed me
to the core, the penalty for disobedience was too terrible to even
consider.

  While Kathy was staring in disbelief, I crawled up to the couch
where the two women sat, lowered my head and kissed Donna's shoes.
Then I kissed Kathy's shoes.
  "Hello Miss Somers. I'm so glad you could come. I'm going to get
a spanking, would you like to watch?"
  Kathy looked down at me, not believing what she was seeing. She
looked sideways at Donna and saw the older woman watching her
intently, and smiling. Kathy was confused. On one hand she was
appalled by what she was seeing. On the other hand, it must have
been intriguing, seeing a man stripped naked and even shaved,
crawling on his hands and knees... and getting a spanking. The fact
that it was me made it even more interesting for her.
  She looked like she was going to get up and leave. That's what I
hoped she'd do. Donna had said that the job offer would still be
hers, regardless of what she did. She seemed to pause and think for
a minute... My heart sank as I saw a small smile begin to appear on
her beautiful face. She glanced down again at me, crouched at her
feet.
  "What the fuck, sure! I'd love to see you get your ass whipped,
David!" She smiled at Donna then turned her attention back to me.
Donna looked at me and nodded her head. I knew exactly what I had
been told to do.
  With a sniffle, I turned around so that my ass was facing the
couch. I turned my head and put my face down on the rug. I spread
my knees wide apart and then began rotating my hips and thrusting
back and forth as if I were humping the air. My widely parted ass
was facing the laughing women and they snickered as they watched it
do a little dance in the air. I reached back with one hand and
began smacking my own ass as Donna urged me on. After a few minutes
of this incredible shame I rolled over onto my back right in front
of Kathy. I spread my knees wide apart on the floor and bent my
legs till the soles of my feet were touching. I grabbed hold of my
raging cock with the thumb and two fingers of my right hand and
began pumping as I stared right into Kathy's eyes and begged her to
give me a spanking!
  "Don't you dare cum, David. Unless you want this shameful display
to continue outside. Wait until Kathy gives you permission, and
keep begging her."
  Donna then gave Kathy a sheet of paper. It was a copy of my
original letter to her. She asked Kathy if she would mind reading
it out loud as I squirmed at her feet. With a giggle she gladly
obliged. She laughed as she read my words about being spanked in
front of Donna's friends and being teased. When she got to the part
about her -- `Please let her see me in my shame.... put me across
her lap..... borrow me for a party... friends from work...' she had
to put the letter down and stare right at me. 
  "So this is what you really wanted? All those times you were
acting like a real shit to me at work, you wanted me to spank you?"
Kathy laughed cruelly as I had tears streaming down my face. Kathy
put the letter down and patted her lap.
  "Let's go, David. Climb up here and lie down across my lap. I'm
going to give you what you've always wanted! I'm going to give you
what you deserve, you little bastard!"
  With an effort, I let go of my throbbing penis. I glanced at
Donna who nodded, then I slowly got up and draped myself across the
lap of Kathy Somers! Kathy adjusted me so that she was comfortable.
She wrapped her left arm around my waist to steady me. I felt my
stiff penis against her thighs and she seemed to move me around
intentionally as she spanked me to keep me lightly rubbing against
her. She raised her right hand and brought it down on my ass with
a loud smack. I squirmed and rubbed my penis against her. She made
me apologize to her and beg her for each additional slap as she
spanked me over and over. I was sobbing, more from the shame than
from the pain. I squirmed around on her delicious lap but she held
me securely and continued with the spanking. 
  She lectured me on proper behavior and belittled me for what I
had become. She laughed and told me that she couldn't wait to tell
all of the girls back at work just what had become of me. She
taunted me: 
  With Donna's permission she said might have some of them over her
place for a party with me as the serving-boy. They should all get
a real kick out of that. Imagine! Four years of college and two
years of hard work to wind up being the naked slave of a powerful
woman! I'd never drive a car again, never put on a tie and go to a
job again, NEVER ever be respected for anything again. The rest of
my life would be spent squirming naked across an older woman's lap
or crawling around and wiggling my bare ass for the amusement of
her daughter and friends. And she would think of me once in awhile
and laugh, knowing what I was going through. She told me all these
things as she rained blow after blow on my defenseless ass.
  "Kathy, there is another `perk' that goes with your job offer. If
you accept my offer and come to work for us, you'll be invited over
here often whenever I have parties to show David off. In addition,
I'm willing to give him to you one night a month... He'll be your
very own slave. You can make him do whatever you like. He can clean
your house or crawl around it naked while your friends watch. You
can tease him all night or tie him up and whip him. It'll be up to
you. He'll be yours one night every month. Wouldn't that be
justice?"
  Kathy paused in her spanking. I was crying and squirming and she
gave me another hard slap and shouted "Be still!"
  She looked at Donna wistfully and thought for a moment.
  "When do I start?"
  "How about two weeks from Monday? That will give you time to give
two weeks notice and get your affairs in order. You may want to
think about having that little party of yours next weekend. David
will be available. I'll have someone drop him off at your place a
week from Friday. You can keep him through the weekend and bring
him back here Sunday night on a leash. How does that sound?"
  "Terrific! Thank you so much! I can't wait to show him off to his
former secretary. She used to think he was so nice... Some of the
other women in my department won't feel too bad seeing what he's
become. He had a bit of an attitude. Now he'll lick their boots and
offer his ass up to their palms for punishment! It'll be great!"
  I sobbed and shook as I lay there across Kathy's lap. Her wool
suit and buttons tickled my left side and my penis was pressed
against her nylon-clad thighs. I'd heard everything! I would be
Kathy's slave! Oh God! This had to be a bad dream, but the stinging
of my ass let me know it was all too true. I'd really screwed up my
life this time, and all because of one damned stupid letter! I'd
let my own personal demons loose and now they had me good. I sobbed
as Kathy resumed spanking me to her satisfaction.
  When she was through they paused for lunch. Kathy, Donna and
Stacey ate at the table while I crawled underneath it, kissing
their feet and begging for scraps. At dessert they made me crawl
out and dance for them on my hands and knees. My reddened ass
wiggled and gyrated as they drank coffee and laughed. Stacey was
snapping pictures the whole time and Donna promised Kathy she'd get
a set in a couple of days.
  After lunch they made me lie on my back again and jerk off for
them. I had to beg both Kathy and Stacey before they let me cum. I
begged pathetically as they laughed and took more pictures. My
tongue flicked back and forth and my toes clenched as they made me
poke my finger in my asshole and beg to be put on display at
Kathy's party. Finally, with my teeth chattering, I was allowed to
spray my sticky seed. I had to catch it in my hand but most of it
trickled down and dripped onto my belly. I was mortified beyond
belief as Donna made me lick my spunk off of my hand.
  "It's time I got you back to the office, Kathy. I'll tell Jim
that everything is set. I don't think we'll have any trouble
meeting your salary requirements. There'll be some paperwork to
fill out and some literature for you to take back home to read." 
  "Thank you so much for a VERY pleasant day, Donna. I'm looking
forward to starting."
  "So am I. David will take a little ride with us while I drive you
back. Let's go David!""
  I felt miserable crawling alongside Donna and Kathy as they went
outside. My belly and bald crotch were still sticky and wet with my
cum. Being completely hairless and naked, I felt a slight chill in
the otherwise comfortable afternoon. The warm breeze blew around me
and tickled my swinging balls. In the middle of the day they made
me crawl to Donna's Town Car and climb into the trunk. I could hear
the two women talking business as Donna started the car up and
drove Kathy back to the office. After Kathy knocked on the trunk
and told me she'd `see me later', Donna drove home, hitting every
bump she could on the way back.
  When we got back Donna opened the trunk and made me climb out and
begin crawling back towards the house. She noticed her nosey
neighbor peeking out through a window and called my attention to
it. I had to crouch on the porch while Donna fondled my ass with
one hand and fumbled with her keys. Eventually she opened the door
and we both entered.
  Once we were inside, Donna called Stacey and the three of us went
into the dining room. Donna took off my collar. For some strange
reason, this left me feeling even more naked. I was confused when
she told me to sit up on the dining room table, then swing my legs
up and lay back so that I was on my back right in the center of the
table. I was lying squarely on a large oval silver platter. It felt
cool against my bare skin. I was ordered to lift my legs up in the
air and spread them wide, then bend my knees back until I could
grab onto each of my ankles. Donna handed Stacey a piece of white
cord. Each women took a side and began securely tying a hand to a
foot so that I was left spread obscenely wide open, my ass pointing
up and lifted an inch or two above the surface of the platter. My
penis was hard and lying flat against my belly and my balls rested
tightly at its base. My asshole was open and spread wide. Stacey
got a wash cloth from the bathroom and scrubbed my crotch and ass
till they were squeaky clean, then towel-dried me. Donna returned
from the kitchen with a tray and began humming as she opened a
container and began spreading cold onion dip inside and all along
my ass crease.
  "W-what are you d-doing!" I gasped in horror.
  Donna used the flat part of the spreader to whack my ass.
  "Just keep still and don't say another word till we're through."
  I whimpered as Donna continued to pack my ass crease with the
cold dip, using the spreader to smooth it down. When it was
completely full she packed it down with the spreader, then took
some green olives with pimentos and placed them on top of the dip
in a straight line.
  She opened another container and took some cucumber dip which she
lathered on my balls and all along the underside of my penis shaft,
which was facing upwards and twitching slightly. She loaded on as
much as she could, then decorated it with some additional pimento
olives.
  When Stacey brought in a half dozen plates and teacups and began
setting the table I couldn't restrain myself.
  "Y-you're not inviting anyone... you can't possibly.... for God's
sake!"
  "Didn't I tell you not to say another word?" Donna snapped
harshly. "As punishment for that disobedience you'll be tied up and
spanked tomorrow morning outside in the back yard and left there
for a whole hour. Now shut up!"
  I closed my eyes and cried. When I opened them Donna was placing
cut up carrot sticks and celery on the silver platter around my
bent ass. Stacey had finished setting the table and was placing a
bottle of wine and some glasses down.
  "There!" Donna exclaimed. "The ladies should be here in about
twenty minutes. Doesn't he look scrumptious?"
  "Oh yes, mother! Let's take some pictures before everyone starts
digging in!"
  "Excellent idea, Stacey!"
  Donna got the camera and began snapping pictures of the table and
its bizarre centerpiece. As she moved around she taunted me:
  "So, young man. It seems you'll again get your wish. In about
fifteen minutes four of my friends will be coming over for a small
get-together. I've promised them `refreshments and a good laugh'.
The refreshments are the veggies and dip. You'll be the good
laugh!"
  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" I wailed. I was tied securely and couldn't move a
muscle. I was spread wide open and the thought of six women
laughing at me and scooping dip while I twitched around was beyond
what I could take. I sobbed and shook. 
  "David, they're all going to get to read your letter. They'll no
doubt tease you terribly as they scoop up all the dip. I'm sure at
least a couple of them will want to `lick the platter clean'! It'll
be so much fun!" 
  Through a teary haze I heard her say the words that I'll remember
all my life:
  "In my letter to you I warned you that I could be a real bitch.
I also warned you to be careful of what you wrote. Well, young man,
you thought with your dick instead of your brain, and now you're
gonna have to pay for that mistake. You'll pay for the rest of your
life!"
  "Think about it! You're my slave, my property. I've got you over
a barrel and you'll get in deeper and deeper every day. You're
squirming so beautifully on the hook that I get wet just thinking
about how well I've got you, and what I'm going to do with you!"
  "Your entire life has been changed. You'll never work again,
never have any responsibility again, never have a date again, never
go anywhere of your own free will again, never dress the way you
want to again. The rest of your life will be as my naked slave.
You'll be subjected to all the fantasies I've ever had or can ever
dream up. You'll be laughed at and humiliated constantly."
  "Tomorrow morning you'll be spanked and left on display outside.
Next weekend Stacey's friend will be staying over and you'll be
their toy. Kathy's party will be the weekend after that and you'll
be shown off in front of some women you used to work with. She'll
have you squirming and pleading and disgracing yourself while they
all watch the show. After that there'll be more parties here and
more ordeals. You'll sit spread-legged on the linoleum floor in the
kitchen and rub your ass back and forth for the amusement of
Stacey's friends. You'll be given away for weekends to friends of
mine or Stacey. You'll serve our guests in ruffled panties and bra
and beg them to allow you to jerk off in front of them. Some of
them will bring their daughters to see you and you'll be spanked to
tears and put to bed crying every night of your life."
  "You asked for this, David. It doesn't matter that you were horny
as hell when you wrote that letter. You were stupid enough to leave
yourself wide open and that's all a woman like me needed."
  I had tears rolling down my eyes as I heard Stacey laughing. They
were right, I WAS doomed. It may not be what I wanted, but it's
what I'd ASKED for. Now I was getting it. I lay there, tied, open,
and miserable, and waited for the doorbell to ring...

                                             THE END
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