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Slave Yoni oneThis was me 22 years old, bored one evening and browsing the internet for stories about dominating women. It was a fantasy I had since I started puberty. I wanted to tie them up, to humiliate them and to take complete control over them. I came across one story, obviously written by a women. I was reading it and I was getting more and more positive that it was a pretty young woman who wrote it or at least one who didn’t have to much experience with this stuff. As I continued reading it I became more and more fascinated by her fantasies. They were almost the same as mine written from another point of view. I read the whole story and closed my laptop. It was going to be a long day for me tomorrow so I went to bed. After more than an hour of thinking about this story and lying awake I got up and opened my laptop again. I clicked on the looked for the screen name of the writer ‘SubGirlY’. I clicked on her name and scrolled. Not bothering with the personal info because in my experience it was probably bogus. I came across the other stories she wrote almost 15 in total and read one. She definitely caught my attention with this one. It was about her serving a master that used her to make business deals happen. Thinks like getting fucked, seducing rivals and d**gging them or just getting caught by the wife. I started thinking about how I could use a slave like that. I already have a pretty good company with a friend of mine, no let’s call frank a partner as I used to like the guy but don’t anymore. He was supposed to be an investor for getting utys on the market. But once I made enough money to buy his shares, he refused to sell them and starting to make money on my software. It was a dick thing to do but he made sure he was legally protected so there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t know what would happen if he got a divorce but I guess half of the shares would go to his wife. That was a pretty good deal since I got along fine with Alexis and she was more a manager to utys than frank was.I looked at the time whilst I was honing that idea and noticed it was already past 2 at night. I cursed myself for losing track of time again and went to bed. This time sleep came easier with the idea of getting frank out of the company.After a short night I got up and went to the office. I had three meetings that day and had only prepared for one thinking I could do it in the morning with Alexis. As the day went by I couldn’t stop thinking about SubGirlY’s stories. After the third meeting I was just too curious and told Alexis I was going home and she should lock up.When I got home I started reading a few more of SubGirlY’s stories and became more and more intrigued by her fantasies. In one of them she was tied to the table with her leg spread. Then a vibrator was stuck in her pussy and an electric butt plug was stuck up her ass. She was blindfolded gagged and had headphones on so she didn’t know what was going on. When she was almost at her climax her master pulled the vibrator and fucked her. I could see myself tying up a girl on my kitchen table and fucking her while she was completely helpless. As I read on started thinking about the things I would do with this girl. If she really had those fantasies I wouldn’t have any problem helping her make them real.So I started searching for clues how I could find out who she was. None of the information on the profile told me anything so I started looking at the stories themselves. The oldest one was almost 6 years old. I looked briefly at the title and remembered it was about getting blackmailed onto getting a*****ed and ****d. So she was fantasising about getting a*****ed when I was 16 years old. At the bottom of the page I found an e-mail address: subgirly@yahoo.com. So the address was probably created specifically for this profile. A quick check confirmed I was right. I wanted to send a message but I was also curious if I would get a reply so I checked when her most recent story was added. Over two months ago, so that didn’t give me any certainty. I checked if this site had another way of telling me she was still active on this stuff so I started looking more carefully. I finally found something. She replied to a comment on her story 12 minutes ago.So she was probably still online. Now with a doubt in the back of my head I wanted to make certain I wasn’t going to message a grandma or something. So I put my computer skills to use. It wasn’t hard to find out her ip address. I accessed the server of the website and looked in the connections logbook for a connection at the time she uploaded something. I knew the site wasn’t exactly YouTube so I came up with about a dozen ip’s the next thing was to narrow it down. I looked at the size of the data packets and I got my one address. So far so good and I didn’t do anything i*****l yet.Next thing I started my virtual machine and ran a check on the ip. It was an address about half an hour drive from here. 3 devices connected: A pc, a phone and a stereo. So she probably lived alone. Now I was getting really curios and accessed her webcam. A moment later a pale face with blonde hair was staring back at me. I recognized her. It was Yoni. A girl I worked with a few years back at my part time job. She was a year younger than me and very cute. I tried to remember what her body looked like but I couldn’t. I was satisfied with what I just discovered and sent her a message.I asked her if she wanted to discuss her stories a bit more. She responded positively and after a few times messaging back and forth I convinced her to give me her phone number.The week went on and we texted each other pretty regularly. I found out a lot about her, like the fact she wasn’t a virgin anymore but only had sex twelve times in her life. Friday I asked her if she had any plans for the weekend. She answered no, and I asked if we could meet for a drink. We agreed on Saturday at 3 in the coffee shop at a ten minute walk from work.3 o’clock couldn’t come quickly enough on Saturday. In the morning we had our regular staff meeting in the morning witch dragged on to past lunch. It was already one thirty, I hadn’t eaten and I had to make the planning for the whole week to come. When my phone reminded me it was 2:45 I wasn’t even half but I got up anyway and send a text to Yoni asking if we could go to a place where we could have some lunch. She said yes and I told her to meet me at the restaurant across from my office.I was sitting there waiting for her in the back of the restaurant. When she came in she looked around, was doing something on her phone and the next second lifting it to her ear while looking if someone was going to pick up the phone. When my phone started buzzing I looked at the screen and waved her over. As we didn’t know each other’s identity yet I pretend to be surprised to see her. “John” she said surprised. “Yoni” I responded. “I didn’t know it was you.”“Same thing here.” I responded, Faking surprise.During lunch we talked and when bursa escort the subject of her stories came along I asked her if she wanted to live out those fantasies. “Yes” she responded eagerly and I couldn’t stop imagining putting some clamps on those perky tits. When she was walking to the bathroom I got an idea. When she returned I was ready to start being a little more dominant. “So, how are we going to do this?” I asked. “I don’t know.” She responded. “Have you got any plans next week from Saturday till Monday?”“Monday I have to work.” She responded. “Ok, next Saturday same place, same time.” I didn’t pose it as a question, more like a command and it felt good. “Sure” she answered. “OK, but wear a dress.” This one was a command. “Why?” she asked. “Because, I said so” I stated. “Ok” she answered and that was the end of the conversation.I paid the bill and went back to the office to finish my work.During the week we had just one conversation. I asked her if she had any experience with anal and she said no. I told her she would bring her work clothes with her Saturday. When I came home Wednesday evening I started to order the stuff online that I would need. Saturday I was sure to take the train to work and went on with my day. Every time I looked at my bag I would keep thinking of the toys that where inside and what I would do with them? When the staff meeting ended I saw that I had enough time to finish my planning. This would mean I had two days to play with my new slave. When it was half past two I started packing up and making sure everything was in order so I wouldn’t be disturbed the next two days. As Yoni walked in I saw she wore a tight black dress that made her figure all the more appealing. The fabric hugged her curves nicely. She had finished the outfit with black heels that made her legs look long and slender. I was pleased and said so when she sat down. She asked me what I had planned this weekend but I turned the conversation around to what I could do to her that she would be ok with. “As long as it doesn’t leave permanent damage you can do whatever you like to me.” She answered. “That’s a good slave” I said.When we were almost finished eating I took out a black bag and put it in the middle of the table. “What’s that?” Yoni asked. “It’s for you. In a moment you’re going to go to the bathroom and take this bag with you. Once you open it you’ll know what to do with it” I responded. When she returned from the bathroom I wanted to see if she had understood and turned the vibrating egg on. So I reached for the remote in my pocket and pressed the button that would make the egg vibrate lightly. She let out a slight moan and after a few seconds went pink in the cheeks. “Good girl” I told her. During dinner I played with the egg and she would try to restrain herself but let out a moan a few times. After a while people started noticing and she turned bright pink. When the waiter came I ordered a coffee and asked her if she wanted anything. When she was about to say something I turned the egg all the way up to seven. I don’t know what she wanted to say but she just let out a moan that attracted the attention of all the nearby tables. The waiter, a young man in his early twenty’s didn’t know what to make of it and just stood there. I asked her again if she wanted anything and turned the egg down to five. She blurted out she wanted a coffee with the difficulty. The waiter left and I noticed the little sheen of sweat on her forehead. I was pleased with myself for humiliating my hot playtoy like that but wanted to go a step further. The coffees arrived and I asked for the bill. The waiter walked away and the moment he was out of earshot I told Yoni she should offer to pay with sex. She looked at me like I was about to grow a second head. Then the waiter returned with the bill. I looked at Yoni and she looked nervously at the waiter. I turned the bullet up to seven again and she seemed to get the hint. “Cou…could i…i p…p…pa…pay wi…th sex…” came out of her mouth in bits and pieces. “Excuse me miss?” the waiter responded not knowing where to look. I turned the vibe down so she could at least get the words out. ”could I pay with sex please?” she asked with a quiet voice. “Don’t be silly dear” I intervened and gave the waiter my card. Yoni’s face was completely red and I was grinning from ear to ear. During the walk to the train station I humiliated my slave even more by hiking op her skirt until her panties showed. When we got to the train station we had to wait twenty minutes so I sent her to the bathroom to remove her bra and stuff her panties in her pussy. When she was walking back I could clearly see her hard nipples lined in the fabric of her dress. She took a seat left of me and I pinched her right nipple. We sat there for another ten minutes, me playing with the remote, Yoni becoming visually aroused and her face turning red as a tomato. We were lucky and had a compartment to ourselves. I told her to sit opposite of me and spread her legs. She obliged with a lot of hesitation. I couldn’t see any panties so hoped they were stuffed deep in her pussy. I stretched my hand and put a finger inside her gleaming lips, to my pleasure I touched the damp cloth that would be her underwear. When the train pulled out of the station I told her to turn around and put her arms behind her back. I pulled out two pair of handcuffs and locked one pair around her wrists, the other pair I locked right above her elbows. I told her to sit down again en spread her legs. When she was sitting down put the vibe all the way up to eleven. She let out a loud moan and dropped on her knees I knew the ride only took about thirty minutes but I wanted to make the most of it. When she was able to get into her seat again and sat there for a few moments heaving. I leaned forwards and pulled hard on both nipples she let out scream. I told her to keep her legs open like a proper slave should. Five minutes later when she was panting hard and moaning a little bit more I told her that if she dared to come without permission from her master the punishment would be severe. After another ten minutes of struggling to keep the orgasm at bay she caved and began to shake. The inside of her tights where now gleaming with juice. I turned the vibe off, told her to remind me to punish her when we got home and left her there to recover from her orgasm.When the train stopped I helped her up and grabbed her bag as her hands were still tied behind her back. We walked to my car and I popped the trunk. I told her to sit on the trunk and open her legs. When she did I pulled the now soaked panties out of her pussy. She sat there watching them. “Open up” I told her. “Open up or don’t you like the taste of your own juices” I said forcefully. When she opened her mouth I wasted no time stuffing them in her mouth and duct taping it shut. “Ok slut, now get in the trunk” I commanded her whilst lifting her legs. She slipped in the trunk and I closed bursa escort bayan it. The drive home took only five minutes but I was already fantasising what I could do with her.When I arrived home I left my slave tied up in the trunk and went inside to print some papers and grab the collar. When I got back to the car I popped the truck and helped her sit up. I undid the handcuffs and removed the tape from her mouth. I took a seat beside her.“So let’s talk normally now” I began. “What did you think of that?” I asked her. “I liked it a lot, it was really humiliating but at the same time exciting.” She responded cheerfully. “So I guess it’s time for the tour of the house”I got up and she turned around. “Wow, you’ve done well for yourself I can see.” She commented. I shrugged it off and walked to the front door. I showed her the house. When we came to my bedroom she sat down on the bed and looked at the view. “I could get used to waking up here.” She said. I smiled back and continued with the rest of the house. When we were finished I told her to sit down at the kitchen table.“So I’m proposing something” I stated while I was sliding the papers towards her. She read the contract and looked up at me.“This is a contract. It says I am your slave for the weekend and all my holes are at your disposal” she explained. “Yes, I know that. I also know you don’t have any experience with anal.” I stopped there and held her gaze for a moment. “A slave of mine will be trained in taking dick in all her holes. You still want to be my slave I expect?” I continued. “Yes…but” she responded hesitantly. “This contract is just from now until Monday. If afterwards you don’t like it you don’t have to be my slave anymore” I explained. After reading it a second time completely she grabbed the pen I had provided and signed the contract.I put the collar on the table and explained that as long as she was wearing this collar she would be my slave and should behave herself likewise. I took the collar and locked it around her neck. “Well slave. First rule of the house: slaves walk around naked in the house.” I stated. She looked at me and after a stern gaze started to undress. When she was naked I started to admire her, her perky 34c’s, and her short but nice legs. I was walking circles around her and she tried to cover herself with her hands. “Second thing I’m going to teach you: the slave position” I began and taught her how to spread her legs and lock her hands behind her head and pulling her elbows back. This meant that her breasts stuck forward and her pussy was completely uncovered. Her nipples started to form points and I couldn’t help myself and rolled one between my fingers. She let out a small whimper. I continued walking around her. She was a small girl; the top of her head barely reached my shoulders. I started admiring her ass and squeezed it a little bit.“Stay here” I commanded her and went to the garage to collect the toys I ordered a few days earlier. When I came back I took out a chair and ordered her to bend over it from the backside. When she was leaning over the back with her arms on the seat I asked if she should be reminding me of something. Before she could respond I slapped her ass with a riding crop. “Au” she yelled and covered her ass with her hands. “Hands down” I told her and she put her hands on the seat again. “I would say fifteen would be a good start. You’re going to count, every time you don’t or I have to stop for another reason we will start again” I told her. SMACK … AUW… her hands flew to her ass again. “Hands down!” I yelled. “You forgot to count” I told her when her hands were resting on the seat again. “Sorry” she said. “Sorry who” SMACK“so-sorry ma-master” she whimpered.Her hands still covered her ass. I told her to put her arms trough the backside of her chair and cuffed her hands behind her knees.“Ok slave let’s try that again” I told her. Smack…”one”…smack…”two”…smack…”ok again”…smack…”one”…smack.After a few more times starting over again we finally reached 15. I think she must have gotten about 40 lashes with the crop. Her ass was red and when I walked to the front of her I saw her face had about the same colour. “I think that will teach you to come without permission again” I told her and she let her head drop what I guessed was a yes. I walked around her and stroked her now glowing ass. She let out a small whimper. I uncuffed her hands and told her to take out the egg. She straightened herself and took it out. I was still holding the crop and stroked her pussy with it. I was walking around her and admired my work as the welts on her ass were now becoming visible. I was thinking what to do next and walked back to the table where the box of toys was sitting. I took out a pair of nipple clamps and walked back to my now shivering slave. I grabbed her left nipple and started rolling it between my fingers. Yoni let out a small moan but kept eying the clamps. I pulled the nipple and put the clamp on her sensitive skin. “Mhm” she moaned. I then did the same to her right nipple. The moan she made now was one of pleasure. “You’re a painslut aren’t you?” I asked. “Yes” she responded briefly. “aiii” she yelled as I pulled the chain between the nipple clamps. “Yes who” I asked while holding the chain up so her nipples were pulled up. “ye-e-s ma-ma-master” she stuttered while she was trying to pull the chain down. “You clearly don’t know what to do with your hands” I told her. “Hands behind your back” I ordered and grabbed the handcuffs again. When I had cuffed her hands and her elbows I pulled her hair so her head arched backwards. My cock was pulsing in my pants for over an hour already and it was time I relived some pressure. “Time to suck slave” I told her end pulled her down to her knees.I undid my pants. “Do you want to suck cock?” I asked her and she nodded. “Wait a moment” I told her and pulled the chain between her nipple clamps up and put it over my dick so her nipples were pulled upwards. I told her to start and she took my dick in her mouth and started to suck. There is something incredibly satisfying about commanding a woman to give you a blowjob and I didn’t last long. When I spilled my load in her mouth she started gagging and pulled her head backwards which made a few drops of cum land on the floor. I got mad at her for spilling cum and ordered her to lick it up after telling her the punishment would follow. She licked it up and I asked her what punishment she would think was appropriate. “Getting fucked.” She said cautiously. “No, sluts like you like getting fucked so that isn’t a punishment.” I stated. “I have a better idea.” I said to her and grabbed her arm. Led her outside to the edge of the pool and told her to wait there on her knees. Inside I went to the garage and grabbed some rope. I also brought a single tail whip I had ordered during the week. When I returned to the pool I told her to stand up and turn around. She obliged and I uncuffed her hands and arms. I pulled escort bursa her hand in front of her and tied these together with the rope. I had more than enough rope over and led her to the edge of the garden were a tree stood. I threw the rope over a branch, hoisted her arms up until she was barely touching the ground with her toes. I went back inside to get the ball gag and put it in her mouth. Tied the strap behind her back, used the cuffs to spread her legs to pegs I had hammered into the ground earlier. There she hung, helpless, her legs spread and gagged. It was such an existing view and my cock started to grow already. I started by letting the whip clash on her thighs, five times on both sides. She tried to scream but the gag muffled the sound pretty good. When I was done I asked her if the punishment would remind her to swallow my sperm next time. She nodded and to finish it off I let the whip clash on her pussy. This one hurt a lot if I could guess by the muffled screams. When I was done I untied her and walked her inside.“Master.” She began. “Yes slave.” I responded while leading her inside by the arm. With my other hand I was fondling her ass. “That really hurt in my arms master” she said in a small voice. “I’m sorry slave” I said as I led her to the kitchen table. I gave her pen and paper. “Write down, in points.” I commanded. “To train your arms, to swallow, to take punishment, and finally to take cock in your ass.” I dictated. “These are some points we need to work on during your training.” I told her.When she had written down the points I pulled her chair back and told her to open her legs so I could inspect her punishment. Five angry red welts were visible on the inside of both her legs. “I think this is a good start in teaching you how to take cock in your mouth.” I said while I was feeling the welts. I was getting hungry. I asked what kind of pizza she wanted and ordered for us both from a place I knew was about to deliver in half an hour. So I had half an hour to play a little bit more with my slave. I looked at her, the red ball gag was still hanging around her neck, she was still wearing the nipple clams and my dick was ready for another round. “Time to test out that cunt of yours” i called out. I told her to go and lie on her back on the kitchen table. The two pairs of handcuffs were again put to good use, tying her hands to her ankles so her legs were spread. Her pussy looked so inviting like that and I didn’t wait long to start pounding. With every stroke her breast moved up and down. I grabbed the chain between her nipple rings and pulled towards me. “Aaaaaarrg” she let out something that was between a moan and a scream this got me even more fired up. I was now fucking her pussy really rough. It didn’t take me long to come and when I almost did I pulled her of the table, gave my dick a few more strokes and blew my load over her face and hair.I looked at my watch. Maybe another five minutes before the pizza arrived. I undid the cuffs and told her to wait by the door to answer and pay for the pizza. She was covered in cum and the clamps were still attached to her nipples but it was still missing something. I took a sharpie and wrote, in big fat letters the word ‘cumslut’ across her breasts. I was waiting on the couch for my dinner when the bell rang. I had taken out my laptop and was watching the feed from the camera above the front door. It was jimmy, a teenager that worked for the pizza place and delivered regularly to my house. He didn’t know where to look first and I got an idea. I walked to the front door and greeted him.“Good evening Jimmy” I said casually, noticing he couldn’t hold his eyes of my slave. “Hello mister drake” he returned. “Do you like what you see?” I asked him. “Of course, of course.” He responded, still gazing at Yoni. “Hey Jimmy, tell me how old are you?” I asked him. “Wha … ow … eeh nineteen sir” he said. “And when does your shift end?”“At eleven sir” he said. “tell you what jimmy” I began“today is going to be a bit late for us, but if you give me your phone number I could ring you up and maybe you can play with this slut another time” I offered as I squeezed her ass. There was no hesitation this time and he gave me his phone number. When he walked back to his moped i called after him to keep this quiet.After dinner I ordered Yoni to take her clamps of. She let out a scream as the blood flowed back into her nipples. I closed the distance between us and flicked her nipple. She almost doubled over from the pain. I told her to clean up and take a shower.As she was showering I sat in the lounge and enjoyed a cigar. I kept thinking about all the things I could do with my slave. When she returned I told her to sit in front of me and suck my cock. This was life, watching TV, enjoying a cigar and getting a blowjob from a cute slave. I just couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. When I blew my load she swallowed everything greedily, i paid her a compliment and told her to kneel beside me.It was almost eleven o’clock. I was getting tired and ordered Yoni to go to my bedroom and wait there for me. “And make sure your pussy is wet when I get there” I called after her. When I entered my bedroom she was kneeling beside my bed. I ordered her to get on the bed on her hands and knees. I undressed myself as she was moving into position. I pulled her knees to the edge of the bed and felt her pussy. It was dripping so I didn’t wait a moment before slamming the whole length of my cock in her. As I was fucking her I pulled her arms from under her and her head sank into the matrass. I used her arms to fuck her even harder. After a while I felt my orgasm rising and just turned her on her back with her head hanging over the edge. I barked at her to open her mount and as she did it I just rammed home. Now she was gagging. The forceful violation of her throat took me even closer to climax. After a few minutes of this I just spilled my load down her throat. She was gagging and tried to swallow but a few drops landed on the carpet. Before she could do anything about it I picked her up by the hair and dragged her of the bed. “That’s the second time today you spilled my cum slave” I yelled. “Lick it up and when I get back you’d better be in position.” I forced her head down and left her there to get the riding crop. When I came back her hands were behind her head and I told her I would double the amount every time I had to start over again.I began with ten. But ended up giving eighty. After the first half her breasts were glowing red hot and she was crying. The rest of the punishment I delivered on her ass after dragging her onto the bed by her hair. At the end her ass was the same colour of her breast. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the guest bedroom. There was a bare matrass lying on the floor and I pushed her towards it. “This is where you’ll sleep tonight slut. If you think that after such a poor performance you’d get to sleep in my bed, you were thinking wrong” as I turned around and left the room I told her that tomorrow I would be popping her anal cherry. “so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to stretch your ass tonight” I finished as I closed the door after looking at my cute crying slave one last time.

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