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Carly's side chapter 4
🕑 Added 2019-07-08 16:35:52 +0000 UTCAs we walked to the elevator, giggling and laughing, I felt like I was back in college almost. The carefree nature of the weekend combined with the sex filled last couple hours had me floating high. Just before Jay could press the elevator button, the bell dinged and the doors opened. There was Roland standing with an arm around each of Jenn and Kyrsten. He was currently turned towards Kyrsten and had his tongue down the redheaded girls throat. Jenn, being less distracted by carnality, looked at me. Her eyes got big as she looked me up and down before returning to look at my face. I smiled back and gave her a little wink for reassurance.
“Hey, Carly. Is everything alright?” she asked, trying hard not to sound concerned.
“Oh yes. He has been taking GREAT care of me,” I said with significant emphasis on “great”.
“We’re going shopping for some new clothes for her. Isn’t that right, Carly,” Jay said placing his own emphasis on my name.
The paddling my ass had just received told me how thin the ice was that I was standing on. “Yes, Sir,” I said with a smile as we traded places with the imminent threesome.
At that, Roland’s head finally popped loose from the face he was sucking and he looked at us almost as if he was aware of us for the first time. He looked at his friend than at me, eyes darting back and forth, very confused for a moment. He didn’t have long because the door was closing just as he started to say, “What?”
Jay and I giggled and he kissed me sweetly. “Good girl for remembering your instructions.”
“Of course, Master. Master in private, Sir in public. No exceptions even for friends or family.”
“I never specified family too,” he said as I stroked his manhood.
“I know, Master. But I think it should be total subservience don’t you? Would you like that?”
He gulped and nodded.
“And what about Kyrsten. Would you like her to call you that too? Can you picture her kneeling at your feet? Can you hear her calling you, Master?” His cock hardened in my hand, “MMmm… maybe just the first of a veritable harem of little fucktoys.” I stroked it harder, “I’ll make it happen for you, Master.” I told him.
Before he could respond, the elevator door opened and Roland came bustling in to embrace Jay in a giant bear hug. He just said, “Way to go, man!” then bolted out, sprinting back up the stairs in record time. Jay and I looked at each other before busting out laughing at the absurdity. “That’s a good friend, Master.”
“I love him like a brother,” Jay said as he watched the door swing shut to the stairwell.
I whispered into his ear, “That’s good. It means he won’t be pissed when you’re making Kyrsten lick your cum out of my cunt while you plug her hot little ass with your meat.”
“Damn you’re fucking hot,” he whispered almost reverently. We walked hand in hand out to the car and as I strode through the hotel lobby and out to the parking lot, I stood straight and proud. I wasn’t going to be intimidated or ashamed. I was with a man I really liked who liked me in return. We were pressing all of each other’s buttons and fulfilling each other’s fantasies. And besides, I was born for this. I was bred for this. I could feel my entire being just yearning for this. I looked at Jay who’s lop sided smile was plastered across his face with apparent permanency. He glanced back and his eyes twinkled, “See something you want?”
“I see everything I want, Master.”
We got in the car and I made sure to flash him my bald pussy as I got into the car and as soon as he was seated, he fished out his cock and pulled my head down. The casualness of the gesture was perfect. He wasn’t asking. He was taking. And that’s exactly what I wanted from him. “Keep me hard and I might even fuck you again, slut.”
I moaned at his words and redoubled my efforts, slurping him into my mouth deep and sucking his perfect cock. I must have breathed because the car ride was too far to have done otherwise but when he pulled me up, I was gasping and panting as if I hadn’t had air in hours. “Pathetic,” he said and reached under my shirt to pinch my nipple in a teasing manner. It worked and my cunt gushed because this was exactly the kind of treatment I needed.
Still in a bit of a daze, I followed him into the mall. Eyes were staring at me as we walked and I tried to strut with confidence. I let my ass sway provocatively and wrapped my arm around my Master so that everyone would know who I was with. He put his hand on mine and gave me a warm smile which practically melted me into a puddle.
He walked me nearly the full length of the mall, passing several shoe stores as we went. My cheeks burned knowing that he was doing it to maximize my humiliation, knowing that I’d be walking out of the mall on a pair of sexy heels and everyone would see me in the completely slutty ensemble he’d made me wear. I was hot and wet and already needing his cock again. He sat me down in the store, thankfully in a seat facing away from the entrance. I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for that and I think he knew it.
“I’m looking for a pair of shoes for my girlfriend. What size shoe are you… honey?” he asked.
I looked him in the eye, knowing that he was testing me. “Seven and a half, Sir.” I told him. The salesman didn’t bat an eye, merely nodded and left for the back of the store for a couple shoes like the ones Jay pointed to on the wall. Alone in the store, I whispered, “When you make me do that, it makes me so fucking hot, Master.” He simply chuckled and sat down next to me before wordlessly sliding his hands up my skirt and fingers into my hole. He fucked them in and out of me twice before pulling them out and bringing his fingers to my face. I licked them like my life depended on it, staring him into the eyes while I did it. I wanted him to know what a good little whore I was. I needed him to know how obedient I could be.
When the salesman returned, he had three pairs of shoes and two of them were perfect. A four inch little black strappy pair and a five inch wedge heel. After making a show of putting them on (and flashing the salesman each time), I paraded around the store in the shoes, enjoying the proud look of my Master and the lustful look of the salesman. I actually was starting to feel sorry for him but he wasn’t my Master and therefore his cock wasn’t the one that I was concerned about. Jay told me to wear the shorter heels out and he started to pay.
“Please, throw the sandals in the box and she can wear the other ones.”
The salesman smiled and did as he was asked, “Of course, Sir.”
“Thank you,” Jay said.
“Oh no. Thank you. I get a couple like you guys once a month or so but I’ve enjoyed this far more than most.”
“She’s something else isn’t she?”
“Yes, Sir. You’re very lucky sir,” the salesman said as he eyed me up and down appreciatively. “How long have you two been dating?”
“A few hours,” Jay said with a chuckle. I squirmed in embarrassment, realizing how pitiful it made me seem.
“She seems very… uhmm… “
“Obedient? Or were you going to say slutty?” Jay said with a smile.
“Obedient, Sir. I would never call a woman slutty,” the man said somewhat defensively, looking to me to seemingly assure me he didn’t think of me that way.
“You should try it. At least if the girl actually is slutty. See… this girl right here,” Jay said and grabbed my ass as he pulled me tight, “She gets off on being a slut and being called a slut. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Master,” I said without thinking.
“And she’s like this after one day with me. I’m looking to see how broken she is after a few weeks. Know what I mean.”
“As I said, Sir. You’re a very lucky man,” he said again. Jay shook the clerk’s hand and we left. My cunt was on fire and almost painfully empty.
“Was that too humiliating for you, slut?” he asked as we walked over to a nearby clothing store.
“No, Master. It wasn’t.”
“So you’d like to be even more humiliated?”
I shifted my weight and looked into his eyes, “I want what you want, Master. If you want to humiliate and degrade me in front of strangers than I will submit to your desire.”
“Dumb cunt,” he said but in the same appreciative tone as if he’d said, “Sweetie” or “Honey”.
We went into the clothing store and he started showing me what he liked. He pointed things out and talked about how sexy or slutty they looked in full earshot of the saleswoman. Each item he liked, he was sure to tell me which of my features it would accentuate the best or what it made him want to do to me. By the time I had a stack of clothes to try on, my face was burning with humiliation. But before I could go back, he pulled out a small purple item about the size of two golf balls stuck together. “Put that in your cunt,” he said simply. I looked at him and at it. I wasn’t sure what it was but my hands were two busy to reposition anything so I walked with the stack of clothes to the dressing room with the odd purple object on top of the stack. I assume the sales lady didn’t know what it was any more than I did. Although I was fully aware where it was going.
I stripped in the changing room, not hard given I was only wearing three items of clothing including the shoes. I looked at the curious object. It was made of some sort of rubber or latex type material and was in a sort of figure eight shape with two balls joined in the middle. There was a short string on one side which I figured must be for pulling it out. I slid it along my wet, smooth cunt and then slid it in. The first ball went in, then the second. It felt pleasant but wasn’t particularly amazing or anything. I gave it a little tug, just to make sure it would come out. The thought of going to hospital and trying to explain the situation made me very uncomfortable. Satisfied, I put on the first outfit, a tight little black dress with a super low cut neckline and a slit up the right side. It looked really good on me, showing off my tits well and it combined with the shoes to make my legs look ridiculously long. I took a picture of myself and sent it to Jay with a message.
Me: What do you think, Master?
Jay: Did you put the device in your cunt?
Me: Of course, Master. I did it first.
Jay: Good girl. Enjoy.
And then the vibration hit me. I hadn’t expected it and it caught me completely by surprise. I yelped loud enough for the clerk to hear me, “Everything alright ma’am?” she asked.
“Y… yes… just stubbed my toe… fuck,” I said as the vibration waves rapidly intensified inside me.
“Oh… okay… sorry,” she said. I don’t know if she believed me and, in that moment, I didn’t care. Suddenly, as quickly as it started, the vibration stopped. Somehow I was disappointed. I wanted the buzzing back. I grabbed my phone.
Me: You’re so mean, Master.
Jay: For starting or stopping it?
Me: BOTH!
I quickly stripped out of the outfit and put on another. Each time I texted him a picture and each time he used the device. For outfits he really liked, he’d run through a bunch of different settings with different intervals for the vibrator. I must have tried on 20 outfits as he kept throwing clothes over for me to try on. Some of them just didn’t look right or fit right. He was, after all, a guy. And guy’s never really understand what fits a girl correctly. Especially when they’re pushing the boundaries like he was doing with me. But all I needed to know was what he liked. I could buy perfect outfits or even have them tailored. It’s not like I was struggling with money anymore.
When it was all said and done, I’d bought three dresses for over five hundred and I’m pretty sure he’d spent well over a thousand. We walked out to the car and he whispered, “So does this count as paying for sex?”
I giggled and whispered back, “I guess I’m a whore then, Master.”
“I think there’s a phrase that Asian whores are known for isn’t there?”
I looked around the parking garage before saying, “Me love you long time, Massa!”
“I think you’re just after my money like all the other chink sluts,” he said as we climbed in. I couldn’t believe he called me that right here in public. I couldn’t believe how wet it made me.
“No no, Massah. Me jus love sucky, fucky. My be good whore. Me need big white American cock!” It felt so degrading to talk like this. I imagined my parents and sister watching me and simply being appalled at my behavior. But then I looked at Jay’s grin and realized that I didn’t care. Nobody would see this side of me but him and this side made both of us happy.
“You continue to impress me, slut,” he said and kissed me.
“I aim to please, Master. You just make me so hot. It’s so degrading to act like that. Like a cheap, barely educated whore. I hope you remind me what I am whenever you pay for anything. So hot.”
He grinned at me and fumbled in his pocket for something. He pulled out a long silver chain with two wicked looking clamps on the end. I knew what they were. I’d had them on me before. “Put these on, slut.” He said it so matter of factly. So commandingly. It was the tone I loved. The words were just erotic icing. I took the clamps and looked at them. They were set to a pretty low setting and I twisted them as I started pulling my shirt up, making them as tight as possible. The way I liked it. I sighed as I felt them bite into me. The pain went straight to my clit and I could feel my blood pumping through me, heating me up and driving me nuts. Jay just looked at me and smiled a dopey smile.
“Should I leave my shirt up, Master?” I said as I sat there, clamped tits on display to the world and, more importantly, my owner.
“Sure. Make some trucker’s day,” he said casually which made my cunt clench. That only served to remind me of my utter emptiness. He reached over and felt my cunt. “So wet,” he said as he grazed across my clit. I shoved my hips at him, trying to get a little more. I was so desperate but he simply pulled his hands away and swatted my thigh, “Pathetic cunt,” he said sweetly. God I loved that. “Edge yourself and enjoy the ride.”
He proceeded to take what must have been the bumpiest road in Orlando on the way back to the hotel. I stroked my clit and every time we hit a bump or pothole, my tits jiggled which made the clamps twist and bite harder which made my cunt gush more. I was so out of my mind with lust I barely remember anything about that twenty minutes of my life. I remember begging mostly. Begging to cum. Begging not to cum without permission. Begging for relief of any kind. There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do.
At one point, he made me stop and handed me a butt plug. “Lube it up in that useless yellow cunt and then shove it up your ass, bitch.” He was really taking to the hard, cruel Master that I craved. I think he realized it made me hotter. Something about a nice guy being mean just hits me in the right way. I did as instructed and lined the thick plug up with my ass before sliding down on it. I squealed pathetically as it stretched my tiny little asshole. It felt so good to have something in me. Something I could squeeze. The next speed bump made it all worth it. I saw stars. Like actual stars. Pinpoint bursts of light filled my vision. And then the next bump. And the next. I was screaming and babbling and begging as I thrashed in the car. And despite all the sensation, all I could think about was how empty my best fuckhole was.
And that’s when he turned onto that damn dirt road. Now I can’t tell you much about that. Really the whole trip is a vague memory. But that trip down the dirt road I truly have zero memory of. I’m sure Jay’s recollection is mostly right, I was a mess. One minute I was overwhelmed by sensations and the next I was being yanked off his cock, my face a mess, panting for breath and my cunt still sooooo empty. “Pathetic bitch. Maybe I should whip your ass tonight for your failure to get me off?”
“Yes, please, Master. Not just my ass. My tits. My cunt. My clit even. Train my body to please you. Train me to see failing you as the worst failure in the world. I swear I’ll do better. Demand better Master. I want to please you always, Master. I want to please your perfect, white cock.”
As we pulled into the hotel, I pulled down the mirror to fix my hair and wipe my face. Fortunately, I hadn’t worn any makeup so making myself not look like a used whore was relatively easy. We walked in and Roland, Jenn and Kyrsten were laying out at the pool. We held hands as we walked in and my eyes lingered on Kyrsten. Jay wanted her. My Master wanted her. And what Master wanted, I should try to deliver. That’s what good little concubines do for their owners. I knew enough about Kyrsten and her past to know she would be happier with a guy like Jay. She needed a good man in her life. A stable, loving man. But I knew she also wanted that edge. She needed to see Jay as both strong and loving and she needed to understand that those weren’t separate. They could exist in the same man.
When we got inside, Jenn and Kyrsten ambushed us, “Hey, Jay. We’re going to borrow Carly a minute, okay?” she said not really asking.
I turned to Jay and said, “Is that alright, Sir?” I wasn’t going to ruin the game or displease this stud so easily. I was also hyper aware of my tightly clamped tits and plugged ass. Truthfully, I didn’t want to talk to the girls. I wanted to go get well and truly fucked.
He pulled me back into his arms and gave me a deep, lingering kiss. As I felt his tongue exploring my mouth, I suddenly felt a tugging at the clamps. He was pulling on the chain. Harder. Harder. Suddenly they were pulling my nipples hard and then popping free. I couldn’t help it. I screamed into his mouth as the blood rushed back into my poor abused nipples. It was so sexy it made my knees actually weak and I was grateful that he was so close to me to lend some support.
We broke the kiss, me on slightly unstable legs, and I whispered, “Thank you, Master,” quiet enough that nobody but him could hear. It turned me on so much that he thought of things like that. Little things that he’d done to show me he was already in tune with me at a level that no guy had ever gotten to. And really only one girl had ever even vaguely approached. I walked back to the two girls and they quickly ushered me down the hall and into the little office by the elevator.
“Okay. Spill. What the hell is going on, girl?” Jenn said.
“What?” I asked as innocently as I could. There were about five different ways they might be worried and I figured it was best if they laid their concerns out before I answered them.
“We’re just worried, you know. It’s not like you go to jumping in bed with a guy.”
Jenn coughed a little, probably reminding Kyrsten that it’s not really like Jennifer to go jumping in bed with guys either. Let alone a girl and a guy.
Kyrsten amended herself, “What I mean is… you know… are you sure you’re not moving too fast?”
“Plus what’s the deal with the whole, ‘Sir’ thing?”
I waived my hand, trying to pass it off, “Just a little game we’re playing.”
Jenn raised her eyebrow and started to say something but Kyrsten spoke first, “What kind of game?” Her voice was less harsh than I would have thought. Maybe kneeling at Master’s feet was truly a possibility.
“I mean… it’s just something that kind of got us both… you know… hot. A little game. Nothing more.”
“You sure?” Jenn said, still obviously concerned.
“Look, it’s not like he’s got me up there chained to the bed… although maybe if I asked just right…,” I said only half joking. Well… probably less than half. Maybe way less than half. The other two girls laughed regardless.
“You deserve a little happiness. You think he’ll make you happy. Or just happy for the weekend,” Kyrsten said lasciviously.
“Oh… he’s going to make me happy for the weekend AND longer I hope. REAL happy,” I said giving my best knowing grin.
“The real question is, is he a good fuck?” Kyrsten asked.
“Kay… what the fuck… you can’t ask that!” Jenn said, apparently scandalized.
“Fine. How is he at ‘making love’,” she said. Jenn rolled her eyes at the redhead’s still inappropriate question.
I didn’t care. Talking up Jay’s prowess in bed to Kyrsten could only help. “Amazing… though I wouldn’t know how he is at ‘making love’... he’s not exactly the type.”
“Oh… wham, bam thank you ma’am?” Kyrsten said, clearly disappointed.
“Oh definitely not… it’s just a little more… uhmm… primal than that.”
Even Jenn took note of that. “Get out… Jay? Nerdy little Jay?”
“Not so nerdy and definitely not little,” I said in a whisper. We all laughed.
“Okay… fine… We’re glad you’re happy. But please be safe. After all you’ve done for me, you’re basically a sister. I’d hate it if you got hurt.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen with him. He’s different. But yes… of course I’ll be careful. Thanks for caring and understanding guys.”
“I care… I’m not sure I understand… No guy’s ever gonna get me to call him, Sir,” Jenn said. Kyrsten didn’t look so sure.
The two girls turned to leave while I waited for Jay at the elevator. Before she left, Kyrsten whispered to me, “I think I understand.”
And I whispered back, “I call him, Master in bed.” Kyrsten smiled and shuddered. Yes, I definitely could get her and Jay into bed. They walked away and I only had to wait a couple moments for him to appear. Sitting in the chair, I was squirming back and forth, moving the plug in my ass and imagining it was his lap I was sitting on and his cock I was impaled on. It was a good mental image.
“What did you girls talk about?” he asked.
“They’re just worried, Master,” I said as we stepped onto the elevator.
“The whole ‘Sir’ thing?” he asked knowingly.
I nodded, “Plus how fast it’s going, Master. This isn’t really like me.”
“I figured. But not the race thing?”
“What? Oh no. Jenn knows I find white guys attractive but she doesn’t really know the reason. All she knows is I always avoided dating them because of my parents.”
“Well your secret is safe with me, babe. That’s your secret to share.”
“Thank you, Master. Though if I’m honest, it would probably turn me if you told our friends. But I can’t ever let my parents find out. My dad would disown me. My mother would be shattered. It would be horrible.”
“Of course, sweetie. It won’t ever get back to your parents. I promise. But back up a little. Would my little chink slut be turned on by our friends finding out what a depraved yellow cunt you are?” he asked, breathing into my ear. My already wet cunt flooded and squeezed involuntarily.
“I hoped you wouldn’t notice that, Master.”
“No you didn’t,” he said simply. It’s true. When I said it, I knew I was telling him something intentionally. Letting him know a little bit more about the depth and depravity of my kink. Damn if he didn’t understand me well.
“Yes. If my friends knew what a cheap, wanton fucktoy I longed to be. A bad feminist. A bad Asian. My cunt is quivering just thinking about it, Master,” he said as we stepped out of the elevator. We walked to our room, our friends having come up in the elevator behind us. I was so turned on, thinking about removing the plug and replacing it with something far, far better.
He opened the door and let me in, smacking my ass a little as I passed. “How’s that sweet ass, baby?” he asked.
“Desperate to have this plug replaced with your cock, Master,” I said as I turned around. The door was still swinging shut and there’s no way our friends didn’t just hear that. Fuck me he was good. He was smiling a giant shit eating, cocky ass grin. The grin of someone who knows they were more clever than the person they just tricked. At any other time, I’d have been pissed or smacked him. But with Jay, I knew it wasn’t bluster. He was one of the few people that I knew was as smart or smarter than me. That’s not a boast, either. I was second in my class in high school. Valedictorian at my college and have three CS papers published where I’m either the lead or co-lead. I’m smart. And yet, he made me feel so stupid. I was so turned on all the time with him that I couldn’t think straight. And the crazy thing is I didn’t want to. I wanted to just relax and focus on pleasing him.
“You tricked me, Master,” I said, “That is so fucking hot. I love being put in my place. Being reminded that my white God is simply superior to me. That I’m truly… beneath you, Master.”
“You are beneath me you dumb cunt,” he said as he approached me. Your tiny little chink brain was bred for one purpose and one purpose only. Pleasing your white Master. And not many brain cells are necessary for that, are they?”
I shook my head as he continued, “Just like your body and, most importantly, your holes were bred for one things.”
I whispered like it was my mantra, “My holes were bred to please white cock, Master.”
He nodded, “So you need to prove to me you’re worth the trouble of training, slut.”
“I will, Master. You get me so well, Master. I will do everything I can to please you with my holes or with anyone’s holes, Master.”
He looked at me for a moment, studying me. Evaluating me. I could see the wheels turning as he pondered what he wanted to do with me. To me. I didn’t care. I knew I’d love it. I knew I loved him. I know it’s absolutely ridiculous. And I wasn’t going to be that hyper clingy girl that tells the guy they just met they love them after only a few hours. But I knew this man. I’d known him for a long time and seen him in lots of unguarded moments. And, while I’d always been intrigued by him, it wouldn’t be fair to say I viewed him through goggles of love delusion in the past. I had a good sense of him. And since we’d started talking more on this trip, I knew he got the sexual side of me about as perfectly as anyone ever could in this world. It was like he was inside my head and had laid my thoughts bare. I loved him. I had no doubt.
He moved in and kissed me. I could feel his need and hoped he could feel mine as well. His hands snaked behind me, finding the plug in my ass and twisting it then fucking me with it. I moaned into his mouth, hopefully confirming to him how his toying with me was driving me to levels of lust I’d never before imagined. “You’re going to turn me into a pathetic little anal slut. Aren’t you, Master?”
“Hmm… I like that. I’ll make a deal with you, if you don’t touch your cilt, you can cum freely anytime I’m fucking your ass. How’s that sound.”
Boys. Spoken like somebody who had no sisters and not many girlfriends. I laughed, “It doesn’t work that way, Master. I can’t cum without touching my clit.”
He looked at me with an almost malevolent mischievousness. I shuddered at the look. I also got wetter because I really was already on the path to being his owned set of fuckholes. “You’re not being creative enough, slut.” He shoved me roughly onto the bed and quickly pulled out some ropes that he’d somehow magicked up. He tied my hands tight to the headboard then tied my ankles wide and backward. I felt completely helpless. Exposed. I couldn’t do anything to stop whatever he was going to do to me.
I looked up at him as he stood between my legs. He stroked my clit and I whimpered. “What are you going to do?”
“Does it matter?”
I considered for a moment before answering. “No, Master. My body is yours to use, abuse, torment, pleasure, violate or simply take your pleasure from. I will love it so long as you love it.”
He pulled the belt from his pants out and snapped it into his hand. “I’m going to whip your cunt until you cum, slut. I mean that literally too. I’m not going to stop whipping your cunt until you cum.”
I felt the shiver of arousal and fear start at my soon to be abused hole and travel all the way up my spine. “I… I don’t know, Master. I’m scared,” I told him. I was. The thought of being whipped there scared me. The thought that he might not stop even when I couldn’t take anymore terrified me.
“Do you trust me Carly?”
I involuntarily flexed my legs against the cords and was reminded again of how vulnerable I was right now. If I’m being truthful, I was questioning some of my life choices. And while some people may get turned on by that, I’m not one of them. But as I looked into Jay’s eyes, I knew what my answer was. “Yes, Master,” I said and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“Good,” he said simply and swung the makeshift whip down onto my cunt. It felt… oh God… how to describe it. The pain was the most intense thing I’d ever felt but the way it radiated through me felt so fucking good. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted more. My body needed more. The fucking restraints were now keeping me from getting more and I uselessly pulled on them, feeling them tighten around my wrists and ankles.
That first, mind altering, blow was followed by three more in rapid order. And then, before I could really process what he was doing, he was rubbing my clit. It was too much. I whimpered, “Please,” to the man who now completely owned me. I really couldn’t tell you what I was begging for. Probably just to cum but maybe my broken little mind really did want him to go back to whipping me. I don’t know. I was kind of beyond thought at that point. His only response was to whip me more. He kept doing that, whipping me then teasing me then whipping me until I felt totally broken. I was used up.
He shoved the plug into my ass and said, “You’re going to be a well trained pain slut, bitch. A cheap fucking anal whorel I’m going to brake your usless fucking mind until all that’s left is a fucktoy for me to use.”
“Yesyesyes… all of that,” I managed.
“Good girl,” he said and just started raining blows down on my poor abused cunt. He would do three or four then whip my inner thigh then three or four more. Finally, one hit exactly right. It hit just next to my clit, grazing ever so slightly that sensitive nub. Pain ripped through me but so did the orgasm that followed immediately. He lowered his mouth to my clit and started licking it while pumping the plug in and out of my ass. I loved it. I thought, when he made me cum earlier, it was the hardest I’d ever cum. Apparently, I’d been very, very wrong.
When I finally regained the ability to talk, Jay was untying me. “What are you…”
“Shut up, bitch,” he snarled as he flipped me over, leaving my hands tied. “That’s one way to cum. Now here’s another,” he said to me. He pressed me down into the bed, pushing my cunt into a pillow he’d slipped underneath me when I was recovering. Then he eased his cock slowly into my cunt. So slowly that I really didn’t get any pleasure from it. Not beyond just being full of the cock that I was bred to service.
It was excruciating ecstacy. “Please, Master. Don’t tease me. I’ve been so good,” I begged. I felt so full with the plug in my ass and this perfect cock in my cunt. I tried to wiggle. To push back. Something. Anything. But his strong hand pressed down on me, holding me still.
“You’ve been very good, slut. But you’re not getting your cunt fucked until Kyrsten is on her knees calling me Master.”
“But, Master. You are fucking my cunt,” I said, confused and giggling a little bit. “I can feel your glorious white cock shoved into its sheath. You know you want to fill me with your seed and breed me like a fucking animal, Master.”
“MMmm… Yes… but right now I’m just lubing my cock up, bitch,” he said and pulled his cock out. I felt so empty, but I was also ready for what he was going to do. I craved it. I wished my hands were free so I could reach back and spread my whorish ass for him and invite his shaft into my tightest, nastiest hole. When he pulled the plug out, he gave me no reprieve but simply placed his cock at my entrance and leaned in. He wasn’t too rough but nor was he gentle. He took what he wanted, giving just enough consideration to me not to hurt me. It was glorious. It was perfect. After four or five nice strokes, he really started hammering. And that’s when I felt it. The pillow brushing my clit. Before I realized it, I was cumming and then so was he. We must have sounded like wild animals with the screaming and roaring. I didn’t care.
He finished inside me and I milked the cum out of his cock with my ass until he collapsed next to me, a happy smile on his face. That smile. God… just making him happy made me stupidly joyful. Knowing I was useful to this white God was all I wanted. Now don’t get me wrong, as I came down from my euphoria, I was already sanity checking those thoughts. But I couldn’t get past the “rightness” of it. Maybe all the White / Asian stuff was bullshit. Asian women aren’t bred to serve white men. But Carly Young was made to serve Jay Simpson. I knew that in my soul.
“That was amazing, Master. I didn’t know sex could be this good. I love it… I love the rules. I love everything,” I said, coming dangerously close to saying ‘I love you’, I realized. I gave him a quick peck and then we went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
I sat down on the toilet while he wiped away the remnants of our coupling. He looked at me and smirked, “What? You’re just going to that in front of me. Not even 24 hours in and the mystery is all gone, huh?”
“I have no secrets from you, Master. You own my body for as long as you want. But if you’d prefer I hide something from you, you need but ask.” I tried to convey with my tone and my eyes that those words were true. I really would agree with whatever rules he set.
He walked over and grabbed my chin and looked me in the eyes, “No my little slant eyed doll. You aren’t permitted secrets from your Master.” I sighed and leaned into him, nuzzling at his perfect cock. He laughed and went back into the bedroom while I finished up. I walked out feeling completely naked and exposed. I normally didn’t walk around even my bedroom naked and the cool hotel air kissed my skin leaving me feeling totally vulnerable. I loved it.
Jay was laying on the bed and smoothing out an obviously stained pillow, “I thought you’d want to smell your own pathetic cunt all night.”
I smiled, the gesture was so commanding and lovingly cruel it made me clench my pussy involuntarily. “I may not get much sleep, Master.”
“So?” was his short answer.
I looked at him and said, “I might be tired and weak willed tomorrow.” My voice had a tone of pleading submission that surprised even myself. Something about him made me just absolutely pathetic. My eyes raked again over his body. His cut, sinewy muscles betrayed the wiry strength underneath his skin. I could feel the heat rise in me as I imagined him taking me yet again.
“Oh? Was today strong willed Carly?”
I nodded, “Yes, Master. Today was the most strong willed you’ll ever see me. By tomorrow I’ll be nothing but a little Asian bimbo doll with no free will.”
“Perfect,” he said. I slid into bed and he rolled over to look at me. I could see his expression change and the tone from his next question had none of the dominant flirting that had been there. In its place was an almost needful tone, “Carly, can I ask you something and get an honest answer?”
I could see he was serious. Something really was bothering him. “Of course… M… Of course, Jay. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Not a damn thing, actually. I just… well… This is happening so fast. And we’ve sort of spiraled along this path and done a bunch of things… wonderful things. Don’t get me wrong. But a lot of things. And… uhmm… I need you to tell me… I need you to tell me what you’re thinking. No hedging. No shading the truth. 100% truthful. You said no secrets. I expect unfettered honesty.”
I wasn’t really sure where he was going with this. I studied his face and could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Was this a game to him? Was it a game to me? I thought about all the things I’d ever wanted. My fantasies. My desires. Was I getting overrun with the fantasies and ignoring reality?
“Jay… Master… I’m a mess of all kinds of emotions right now. I’m not sure I could name them all. You seem to implicitly understand me in a way nobody ever has before. I don’t pretend to understand how that’s possible. I’ve had lovers who have come close. I’ve had lovers who I’ve talked to about this stuff… a little… but they never really understood. You do. And… and I’ve always liked you. Even before I had a crush on you, I liked you. I watched you be nice to everyone… I mean… as nice as a high school boy can be, right?”
He kissed me and I continued, “I was completely serious when I said I want to do everything with you. Anything you want to explore, I’m game for. Please. Push me and mold me and train me. The idea makes me so fucking hot it’s all I can do to keep myself from rubbing my pussy… your pussy… right now. And…”
I loved him. I knew it at that moment. I realized it as the words were on the tip of my tongue. And I was pretty sure he was feeling the same thing. I realized that’s what he was asking me. There are moments in life when your instincts tell you one thing and your rational brain pushes them down. Sometimes you’re happy afterwards. Sometimes not so much. This was one of those cases and I hoped that I wouldn’t regret it later. You can’t tell a guy you’ve been fucking for six hours that you’re in love with him. No matter how long you’ve known him. But he’d said no shading. Unvarnished truth. I looked at him and chickened out.
“I think… Someday I might even be in love with you,” I said, justifying that in my mind as a truthful, if somewhat misleading, statement. “I know it’s crazy and I know you’re thinking I’m some crazy psycho bitch. I’m not. I swear. If you got up and walked out right now I’d be sad and disappointed but I’d understand.”
I could see his eyes tear a little. I’d obviously hit a nerve. “I will always listen to you regardless of what I want. It’s how I’m wired. If you said this wasn’t working for you, I’d be the worst kind of hypocritical submissive to not listen.” He started to say something but I interrupted, speaking rapidly, “But… Jay… I think there’s something that you and I have that’s real and that I really want. And I think it’s long term and amazing. In fact… I KNOW I’ll fall in love with you.”
I’m not sure he really understood everything I was saying. I barely understood it myself. He kissed me and whispered, “I feel the same in every single way, Carly.”
It was as close to “I love you” as I was going to get this early and my heart soared at the words. Truthfully, I sort of blanked as he said some things. All I really remember is that he told me he thought I was “perfect” which I was sort of in disbelief to hear. “... I’m in some sort of male wish fulfillment porn where the guy finds the kinky, bi-sexual stripper who also likes video games and comic books and just wants to please her man.”
I shook my head, replaying the last little bit as I gave him a quirky smile, “Hey! I’m not a stripper… Completely different!”
“I think the ‘L’ word is premature… but I agree. It’s not just possible… it’s probable. And I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me.”
I snuggled closer to him and sighed. I had all the girly images flash through my brain. A wedding. A baby. Sitting in a rocking chair and growing old together. But I also had all the dirty images. Tied up and fucked. Spanked. Forced to subjugate myself to my white Master.
He continued, “... or at least until you get Kyrsten to kneel and call me ‘Master’.”
I should have been annoyed or threatened or jealous. Any of those reactions would have been normal but I was quickly coming to terms with the fact that I was definitely not a normal girl. No. My reaction was to shake with arousal and feel my traitorous cunt leak. Instead of protesting or fighting, my next words confirmed my pathetic, submissive mindset, “I should probably get on that sooner rather than later. Otherwise my poor little ass is going to be horribly abused.”
He laughed at me and it thrilled me, “Silly slut, that’s going to happen no matter what. The only thing up in the air is if that tight yellow gash ever gets stuffed full again.”
Another shudder ran up my spine and I bucked my hips at him, feeling just the slightest press of his hip against my pussy. “I love that, Master.”
His hand reached up my chest and he pinched my nipple hard, “What do you love, slut? Being used as a fuck toy? Or being trained to be a pain loving, anal whore?”
I shoved my tits towards him, giving him complete access to my body as was his right as my Master. For that’s what he was now. My Master. “Yes, Master,” I breathed at him, my mind already hazy with lust.
He rolled over on top of me, forcing me onto my back as he yanked my tits, cruel fingers digging into the sensitive little nubs. One hand traced down my chest to my moist slit and my legs shot out wide providing full access to the hole he wanted. “Or maybe you just want to be treated like a trashy little yellow street whore,” he said and then he slid his finger along my clit at the same time that he spit on my face.
I exploded. I shot cum all over his hand, squirting for the first time in my life. My hips spasmed uncontrollably. I was pathetic. Nothing. Part of me wanted to weep. I could feel his spit on my face and, in the back of my mind, I chastised myself for being like this. Part of me loved it. The sensations. The sluttiness. But you know what the biggest part of me was saying? And this is the truly pathetic part of the whole moment. The loudest voice in my head was shouting, “You dumb, bitch. You came without permission. What’s the matter with you? How are you so worthless that you can’t obey a simple command to not cum without permission?” I could hear that voice chastising me in my head and it completely ruined my orgasm. “Nooo… no… please… I’m sorry… no… master,” I squirmed and whined. I’m not really sure whether my protests were for the miserable, ruined orgasm or for displeasing my Master. Probably both. But I wiggled under his fingers as he continued to stroke my over-sensitive clit. “I’m sorry, Master. I couldn’t help it. Everything you were doing was so fucking hot, Master. Please forgive me, Master. Forgive this pathetic fuck toy.”
He kissed me and the emotion in the kiss told me all I needed to know, “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll never displease me with your orgasms, just disappoint. I guess I’ll just have to punish you. And it should already be obvious how much I LOVE punishing you.”
“I don’t even want to disappoint you, Master. Please punish me. Train my worthless body to never fail you. I want it. I need it. Warp me and break me with pleasure and pain, Master.” I looked at him, desperate to please him.
“Shhh… it’s okay, sweetie. But for now, I’m ordering you to stop worrying about it.”
“Yes, Master,” I said and we were silent for a moment. His arms was wrapped around me and I felt safe, protected and owned all at once. I knew this was where I belonged. My fingers traced across his hand and arm, feeling the hair along his forearm and the taught muscles underneath the skin.
“You hungry?” he asked and, just as he did, my stomach grumbled. We laughed, “I’ll take that as a yes. You good with seafood?”
“Yes, Master,” I said. “Will you take me somewhere to show off?”
“Of course, slut. Put on one of those sexy new dresses and don’t forget the garter belt.”
I swung out of bed and a thought occurred to me, “Can I… Can I wear the other collar, Master?” Ever since I’d seen the collar emblazoned with the word “SLUT” on it, I’d had the mental image shining in my head. I wanted to wear it for him.
His hand paused, halfway to his pants as he looked at me, “Are you sure, slut?”
The way he just casually called me a slut was so perfect. He’d already interwoven with all the traditional terms of endearment and I loved it. But was I sure? Was I ready to be so open about my pathetic new lifestyle? “I’m… I’m not sure, Master. But I’d like to try.”
“Far be it from me to argue with you. If you want the whole world to know you’re nothing but an owned set of holes, I’m all for it.”
I shuddered and got dressed. With trembling hands I put the necklace on and tied my hair up in a little bun. I used a couple chopsticks to hold it up. A nice nod to my heritage given the circumstances and we made our way outside. Walking through the lobby was absolutely terrifying. Any of my friends could see us. There were a couple dozen staying there. I wasn’t sure what would be worse, them seeing me with the truth of my identity scrawled across my neck. Or nobody seeing and my secret remaining, keeping me from revealing to the world what I really was. Either way, I could feel my cunt leaking down my legs as we walked. Jay’s hand on my ass and several strangers doing double takes at the sight of the trashy, fresh-off-the-boat whore being paraded through the lobby. I realized, not for the first time, people probably thought I was a cheap whore.
When we got to the restaurant, I turned to Jay and asked, “Master… uhmm… can I switch collars. I… uhmm… I don’t think I’m quite ready.”
“Of course, baby. I’m impressed you went through the hotel lobby. Was that difficult?”
“The only difficult thing was that it made me want to drop on the ground and spread my whore legs for you right there. I’m so turned on right now,” I whispered obsequiously. “I can’t believe what you’ve done to me already.”
He smiled and pulled my chin up so that we were looking at each other. “I’m only getting started, honey. You wanted to be trained and molded?” he said. My heart skipped a beat. That’s exactly what I wanted. I could only nod as he continued, “Then that’s what’s going to happen. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be the perfect pet for me.”
“Yes, Master,” I said. I couldn’t think of any other words. My mind was blank. Submission was the only proper response to his declaration.
We went to dinner and it was wonderful. Absolutely perfect. Somehow Jay made me feel like I could talk about anything with him. Everyone has those dark corners of their mind that they run from. That they hide from others. But with Jay? With Jay I felt like I could tell him and he wouldn’t judge me.
“So do you really go for all that alpha male bullshit?” he asked.
I thought about the answer. I really wasn’t sure. I tried to picture him being a bullying asshole. I didn’t like it. “No… not really. Not like Kyrsten does, at least.”
“Kyrsten likes that?”
“Sort of. She’s always had a thing for assholes. I think she knows how self-destructive it is and kind of hates herself for it. But it’s hard to grow past our first kinks, you know.”
“Obviously,” he said and leered at me. I felt the flush run over my face. How could he know me so well. “So you think that’s what will get her interested in me? Seeing me be a jerk?”
I pictured that type of behavior from Jay. I pictured him talking about me as if I wasn’t there. Bragging about his conquest while I stood feet away. I pictured mouthing off to him or denying him and him slapping me. Or spanking me. I pictured him shoving me to the ground while others watched, pumping my mouth with his cock like a toy. My cunt flooded at the images and I nodded. “I think that’s exactly what you should do. Slap me. Dominate me. Even call me names. She’d see you in a whole new light.”
Jay looked at me with a hunger in his eyes but before he could say anything, our waitress came up. His eyes flicked to the youthful blonde. She was very cute. Not nearly the bombshell that Jenn or Kyrsten were but definitely somebody that could turn heads. When she left, I leaned in to my Master and whispered, “Do you want her, Master? I’ll make it happen.”
“What if I wanted you to watch while I fucked her?” he asked.
I nodded, “Of course.”
“What if I told her you’re a bred to be fucked Asian slut?”
Images flicked through my mind and my cunt gushed, “I’d assure her that you’re neither racist nor misogynist. Just a man who knows what he wants.”
He slipped sixty bucks into the bill and stood up, “No. We’re going back to the room and you’re going to spend the rest of the night telling me how we’re going to get exactly what… and whom… I want.”
My smile spread from ear to ear and I whispered, “Fuck yes, Master.”
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