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My Landlord        Let me tell you a little bit about me. When my great adventure began, I was young, age 25, and not very experienced. Oh, I'd had sex any number of times, in a number of different ways, but I never felt the wild excitement in actually doing those things that I imagined I would. I had a million different, very kinky fantasies, things that I really wanted to do but was afraid to try, even if I had the opportunity to try... which I really didn't. Mostly, my fantasies involved me as a sort of slave girl, captured by some strong individual. Some days I imagined my master to be a male and sometimes a female, with special events for each one. What I thought I really wanted was a strong master or mistress, one who also had wild sexual fantasies, and who would take charge of me and would then act out those fantasies, obviously with me playing out the part of slave girl, used by a master (or maybe better yet, mistress) in strange and delicious ways, hopefully with an audience watching... and most deliciously of all... whether I liked it or not! I wanted strange and sexy things to happen and not have any say as to the agenda, to be used, perhaps even to be a little bit abused. My figure is good, that is, I think it's good, and maybe you would agree - that is, you would if you like full bodied girls with large, shapely tits. I'm tall, about 5'7", with a nice, full shapely bust, good legs, and a delicious round bottom. I love being nude, and enjoy other people seeing me nude. I have even posed nude for guys, just for fun, very naughty, very sexy pictures, like me masturbating for him, with a large rubber dildo... you may have even seen my pictures on the Internet. I did find that very exciting (though I would just die if those pictures ever showed my face). I also posed nude once for a very, very sexy amateur lady photographer, but that is a different story that I don't intend to tell you today. All I will say about that, is that she was dressed when she took the first pictures of me, she was nude when she took the last pictures of me, and the very best pictures would have been taken a while later, but by then, frankly, she was too busy to think about taking pictures. She had her mind on something else (and her tongue into something else, too). I love reading about kinky sex. Sometimes I go to the porno shops, to look at the fascinating things they write about, and to look at the exciting array of rubber dildos and accessories that they sell. I even bought a couple of those things strictly as a scientific experiment, you understand. I know a nice shop in Miami that sells remarkable stuff and I have purchased four different dildos and a couple of rubber butt plungers. I adore playing with these toys, and have a secret fantasy about somebody else putting them into me (instead of me doing it myself). If it was a super sexy guy who did it, and if he started me out with a nice, bare bottomed spanking, that would be just great. And if it was a marvelous, beautiful, dominant super sexy lady who did it to me, that would be the greatest. In one of the shops I found a magazine, a Swingers Journal that seemed interesting. It had just fascinating pictures, especially in the B&D area that was my particular excitement at the time. The ads seemed like fun. One of these showed a guy whose area of interest was in spankings, enemas, and Greek things about which I had many secret thoughts but not much real experience. I decided that I would answer this particular ad not intending ever to meet this guy, but rather, just to hear what he had to say. A week or so later I got a letter from him, with a nude picture. His name was Doug. He was a divorcee. He was about 35, well built, well hung, too. And he was holding a leather paddle in his hand and hanging from the ceiling next to him was a large enema bag, a long rubber hose attached to it, and connected to the end of that, a black rubber looking device that got inserted into the recipient of this enema, and really did the work. It looked like a huge, erect, black penis. Believe me, it was an impressive picture. His letter told about how he liked to be masterful, how he thought that there was no sight so beautiful as a naked, shapely, female bottom, and nothing he liked to do so much as to pet it, to kiss it and to spank it until it was rosy pink. Then, when she was fully ready and receptive, to give her a long, slow, deep enema, filling her fuller than she had ever been filled before, using, of course, a tube so that she could not expel it until permitted. And then to lubricate her pretty asshole, greasing it generously until it was slippery, and then to fuck it deeply and firmly. His letter excited me tremendously. He became an instantaneous member in my library of fantasies. I wrote back to him, he replied again, and this time included a telephone number. I stared at that for a long time. I knew that calling the number was taking a very serious step that there was at least a chance that I would follow up and visit him at, as he described it, his Domination Laboratory. I did call the number. When he replied, his voice was much as I expected it to be, and the conversation also was about what I had expected. We agreed to meet not at his place, but on neutral ground, at a certain coffee shop, nothing else promised but the meeting. I was willing to go that far in advance, but no further at all. Oh, I knew I would go ahead and meet him at the coffee shop, but I did have serious doubts about whether I would go from there to his place. The day of the meeting came, and as promised, I went. In fact, I got there early so that I could scout out the scene, and if he showed, and if I did not like his looks up close, I could sneak out. Well, he did show up on time, and I did like his looks. We had a fascinating conversation about everything else in the world except sex. We found a million things to talk about, found lots of areas of common interest, a few fun things to fight about, too. After a long time, maybe as much as a couple of hours, it was time to leave. I declined to go to his place yet, but since I did not have a car with me, I had hopped on the bus to get there, he drove me home. As luck would have it, a vacant parking place was right there almost at my front door. He walked me to the door, and right into my apartment. What happened next was an awful long way from what our letters talked about. We were soon petting and in short order he had me out of my sweater and bra, and soon out of everything else. He got me very excited, undressed himself and showed off a nice looking, very erect penis. We did have very nice, normal sex. It was fun, pleasant, and certainly not earth shaking. I am not even sure now that he made me come that night. I don't think so, but then, I rarely do in regular intercourse. He called me again the following week. Soon, we were dating, more or less regularly, having good sex once or twice a week, but no domination, no spankings. One evening we did go to his place. This time, he showed me his 'laboratory', a room in the basement, with wood paneled walls, a large, sturdy oak library table with a gym mat as a top, and a rubber sheet over it. That was the laboratory. We wondered what it would be like if I was up on it, bottom up. I complied. Attached to each leg of the table was a leather strap. He put a leather dog collar around each of my wrists, and then fastened the wrist to one of the leather straps stretching my arms out wide, and helpless. Very quickly, my ankles were similarly fastened. I was now spread- eagled, completely under his control. He talked to me, and came back to our early correspondence, and what I had told him I wanted him to do. And all this time, his hands were wandering over my bare ass. Suddenly, SPLAT!!! He whacked me with his big, bare hand across my ass. It stung a little bit, but certainly did not really HURT. Again, and again... a few more times. Then he went to the closet. He took out a leather strop. Long and wicked looking. He talked to me some more. And then he raised the strop and swished it, fairly hard, across my ass. It did hurt, but it felt good at the same time. He gave me a fairly thorough spanking that day, followed by the love enema he had talked about... a long, slow enema that took 20 or 30 minutes to go in. Along the way a couple of times I told him that I could not take any more. Each time, he would stop the water flow for a while until I got used to the feeling... and then start it again. Eventually, he gave me as much as he wanted me to have, but then he made me keep it in for a while longer. After he finally did let me expel it into the toilet, I got to rest a while, but then he did Greek me. He first expanded my anus with a greased finger, and then two and three at the same time, stretching me. He had a conical, rubber dildo, and a butt plugger. Slowly almost tenderly, he inserted it in me until the thickest part was past the sphincter. In it went the rest of the way, the thick rim preventing it from going in too far. He asked me how it felt. Actually, it felt most marvelous. I was almost disappointed when he pulled it out, and I was shocked when from his drawer he pulled out a still larger version of the same thing. This looked too big to ever get into such a tight place. However, with patience, and perseverance and plenty of pressure, he did get it in slowly, stretching me larger, until the largest diameter passed the sphincter and it was lodged fully up inside me. He gave me a little more of the leather strop, so I could have the two sensations together. After a while, the rubber plug came out. He got up astride, put the blunt, rigid end of his cock against my now stretched rosette. After what had happened so far, that did not really hurt at all... it was sort of tight, but not painful. And to me, the sensation of being fucked in the ass by a masterful man was just marvelous, though I must say that never did I have the feeling that I was out of control. I always felt that any time I really wanted him to stop and go no further, that he would have without question. Never did I feel totally dominated, subjugated, like the subdued slave girl I really wanted to be. The next time or two that we were together, things were much the same. After we had done the same things a few times, we began to talk about fantasies, and he made me tell him mine. It relates to Mrs. Berger, who was my landlady, and who really disliked me. If I ever was going to try the slave girl experience, totally controlled by another, she would be absolutely my first choice. Now the weird thing about her was that she once had been a strong disciplinarian, a teacher in one of those strange schools where the students are punished. I overheard her telling a lady friend once that she did have an experience. She had a student who badly needed the discipline, and nothing that Mrs. Berger ever did seemed to make that one shape up. Repeated applications of the leather did not make any difference. The cure for her, according to Mrs. Berger, was that she was given a thorough stropping, forced to take a number of tablespoons of castor oil, thank Mrs. Berger for each one, stropped some more, and then given a large mouthful of Mrs. Berger's shit to eat, a tablespoonful at a time. I overheard this and never forgot it. And, I am sure I masturbated about it a thousand times afterward. That was my fantasy. I wanted to be taken over by somebody who disliked me, stripped, spanked thoroughly, made to eat her pussy, and then more humiliating things. Now understand about Mrs. Berger. She is tall and strong, a very handsome woman, with a very potent personality. She is about 45. There is no Mr. Berger around. I do not know if she is a widow or a divorcee, she is not the kind of person that you ask questions of. We genuinely do not like each other. I think she is overbearing. She thinks that I'm wild, spoiled, and disrespectful. While she is my landlady, I cannot wait to get out of there, and she cannot wait to have me gone. But she still is very much in my fantasies. This story, embellished somewhat, is what I told to Doug. He was very interested in this, and said that he was going to look into making it all happen. He had me write him a letter, detailing all this, though how exactly he plans to make use of it, I don't know. Today, Doug called at lunchtime and asked me to come over that evening, and to be sure to be there before 8:00PM. He said that we might, just might, have company, though he wouldn't say who. I am fantasizing about this, have been all day now, not knowing what to expect. Today is Thursday, I thought, and today is the day that perhaps I am going to meet my fate. Doug had heard my story and had questioned me on it in detail. He knew what I thought I wanted. He was delighted to help me, to play in our little drama. He had my letter, written in my own hand, addressed to him, which detailed everything. He had also purchased a pint bottle of castor oil at the drug store, the only item on the list that he did not have in advance. And he had made the calls, I believe, talked to Mrs.Berger, explained our relationship, and had her surprised (and he says, delighted and enthusiastic) agreement to participate. He told her that he had been regularly spanking me, had nude photos of me that he knew she would want to see, and had ideas of advanced discipline for me that he wanted to discuss with her. She was cautious, but interested, after all, this was really right up her alley, and it was being handed to her on a silver platter, so to speak. This time, for the first time, I did not drive to his place. I knew that if the adventure was going to go according to his plan that I would be taken home, in bondage, by Mrs. Berger. My car would only be in the way. I went there by cab, dressed as usual in jeans and a sweater. The clothes made no difference. I would be nude as soon as I got there. Doug's house was no different than at any other time. The furnishings are sparse, but adequate. The room down in the basement, which was the "playroom" looked the same. But on the floor stood a brown paper bag. Doug instructed me to strip down to my panties, but to leave them on, a pair of black nylon bikini panties that he had bought for me that he liked. I was to put each article of clothing that I removed into that paper bag. Soon enough I was almost nude, trembling slightly, though not from fright. Doug had seen me nude now a number of times and had used me in the various ways that a punished girl is used. Instead, I was trembling in anticipation. This might be the night that Mrs. Berger would join us, and if she did, there was no telling how the agenda might go. This time, for preparation, all that happened was that Doug put wrist cuffs on me and fastened my wrists behind my back. I was helpless. And I was wondering if she would appear, and if she did show up, if she would participate, and if she did participate how severe she would be with me. I had fantasies about how she would be dressed. No matter what she had on top I knew that she would wear a black merry widow, a short corset like garment, only hip length, and with that, black opera length hose and garters. And of course, black panties that revealed more than they hid, through which would clearly be visible her fulsome behind. I had seen her dressed this way, and it really depressed me. It also really excited me. I had visions of kissing that large, shapely bottom, of thrusting my tongue up inside, and I hated these visions. And secretly begged that she make it happen. I stood, just marking time. The phone rang. Doug went upstairs to talk, and seemed gone forever. Then the doorbell rang. I could hear voices as he answered upstairs, but could not identify who was there. I could only hope. Footsteps could be heard, two pair were coming down the stairs, and there she was!! Mrs. Giselle Berger stood there, looking just gorgeous, dressed in a simple, severe black dress. She looked around the room, looked finally at me, standing wearing only my panties, my wrists fastened behind my back. "My dear", she said. "You can't imagine how glad I am to see you here. And looking so lovely, too". I stood still as her hands ran across my lower body, fondling my bottom, gently squeezing one cheek of my ass. Her hands ran up my front, taking hold of each bare breast and fondling me. She took my nipples, each between a thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed, bringing them to instant erection. Then using my nipples to pull by, dragged me in very close. "Let me see your tongue," she commanded. I opened my mouth, showed her the tip of my tongue. Squeezing somewhat harder, she ordered me "Further, darling. Stick it all the way out so that I can see it!" I complied. She opened her mouth, and we deep kissed. And gently, she bit down on my tongue. Not very hard, but hard enough. This was not at all what I had expected. "My dear," she said, "Doug has told me how naughty you've been. I'm not really surprised, but it's nice to have confirmation that I have been correct. He has asked that I help in modifying your behavior. Won't that be fun?" And in saying that she squeezed hard on each erect nipple, making me gasp. She removed the black frock. She did not have the merry widow on, rather, she was wearing only a sexy looking deep cut black bra, and black panty hose. This emphasized her curvaceous figure and with her high heels, she had a totally queenly appearance. Doug, watching closely, his eyes popping out at the sight, was obviously very erect. It seemed certain that at least for now, he was going to be a voyeur in this drama, not a direct participant. It also seemed that he did not mind in the least what might happen to me. Giselle sat, and pulled me over her lap, bottom up. Her hands fondled my bikini-clad rump, squeezing here and there, probing a bit. A hand ran inside the waistband and squeezed naked flesh, not hard, but rather more a loving squeeze. She quickly pulled my panties down, tugged them all the way off, and asked me to open my legs so that she could see all my parts. Her hands probed here and there. First a finger touched all around my vulva, testing for creaminess. I was sopping wet. The finger probed inward, deeply, came out again and rubbed gently across my now erect clit, almost making me leap off her lap. The finger found its way between the upturned cheeks of my bottom, found the rosebud pointing up at her, gently forced its way inside, full depth. This also seemed to please her. "Ooh yes, you are just lovely," she said, "just the way I knew you would be." She raised her right hand and spanked me fiercely across one cheek of my upturned bottom. Very slowly, she lectured me on good behavior, punctuating almost every point with another hard swat on my bare bottom, first on one cheek and then the other, alternating back and forth it seemed, to be sure that each side got its fair share. Well, each side got more than its fair share. Very soon she brought me to tears. This went on for a while, much longer than I had expected, and much more of a spanking than Doug had ever given me. I was crying now, not knowing what to say. I begged her to stop, promising her as a little girl might that I would be good, that I would never again be disrespectful, that I would obey her in anything, just anything, that she might want me to do. Finally she pushed me off onto the floor, ordered me to kneel before her. I had truly been punished and my bottom felt like it was on fire. I felt humiliated to be treated this way, and to have Doug see me treated this way. I felt totally ashamed of myself for getting myself into this situation. And I felt totally under her control. But most of all, I felt absolutely, orgasmically excited. She was Queen, she was in charge, and what would happen was completely up to her. What she wanted from me, she would get! She took off her black bra, and showed me (and Doug) a pair of delicious, shapely, large breasts. She offered me a thick, dark brown nipple to kiss. I had no doubts whatever about what was going to happen now, and I did just as she indicated she wanted me to do, I leaned forward, and took that luscious morsel into my mouth and sucked it lovingly. Shortly, her hand found my earlobe, and pulled me downward. She shucked her black underpants, spread her husky, shapely thighs, and showed me a musky crotch, obviously excited, that she wanted me to kiss as a gesture of submission. All the time that I had known her, hated her, always I had known that this was what I really wanted. I had dreamed about it a thousand times, the thought of me being on my knees, kneeling before her widespread thighs, peering into her open, expectant crotch, looking at the pink lips and her erect clit, standing up and awaiting my kiss. I knew the significance of this position. I was going to lean forward and kiss her there, and suck her juices, and give her pleasure. And by so doing, she was going to take possession of me to use me any way that she chose to use me in the future. I was going to be converted to her slave girl, and she would own me and operate me. I buried my face in it, her gorgeous, feminine cunt, tasting her juices, enjoying the strange flavors and enjoying the sexy, gorgeous feeling of the humiliation of doing this with Doug watching. He loved it. I was still on my knees between her thighs when she reached to the table for the bottle of castor oil, and a tablespoon. A large spoonful was poured, and offered to me. I pursed my lips, knowing that no taste did I hate so much as this. I refused. She smiled, reached over and took a nipple, and pinched HARD. It hurt, really hurt. I screamed, not understanding her sudden change in mood. She said, "Now there you are being willful, disobedient. That is exactly what I am going to correct." She pinched again, and I immediately opened my mouth wide, and got for my troubles the tablespoonful of the castor oil. I gagged on it, but managed to swallow it down. "Would you like another?" she asked. When I gasped out "NOOO," she pinched again, saying, "Now that IS the WRONG answer, darling. Let me ask again. Would you like another?" I knew what would happen if I said no again. I did not know what to say. She said it for me. She said, "May I have another, that would be the way that you would say it if you had good manners." She gave me another pinch, this time not so hard but still hard enough. And of course, I did ask for another, and was duly rewarded with a large spoonful, and then a moment later, another and another... I was let alone for a while, while Giselle and Doug disappeared upstairs. They were gone for a long time. When they came back, I could see that Doug had lost his erection. Giselle sat down again before me, her thighs spread again, and beckoned me to lick her. I did, of course, and found now that she was ever so much more juicy than before, a totally different flavor too, I could taste more that her juices this time. Obviously, out of my sight, they had fucked. She had paid Doug, in a sense, for turning me over to her for discipline, and she had thanked him in the manner he liked best. Giselle reached into her purse, and found a new toy, a large nipple clip that she attached to one of my nipples, and snapped a leash onto it. This was a new way to lead somebody around. She found my coat, threw it over my shoulders, took the leash in one hand, the paper bag with my clothes in the other, said goodbye to Doug, and led me out to her car. As she led me, her attitude seemed to be that of a great lady who had just procured a new toy, and now meant to take it home and play with it in depth. I was the toy. And I knew this game that we were going to play. She was going to make the rules and I was going to abide by them - without any limits. She would be judge and jury and enforcer. In the car, she reached into the coat, took my other breast in her hand and very gently fondled it, rubbing the nipple. She turned her face to me, and offered me a very wet kiss, and as well, a totally confusing mixture of sensations and feelings. Her hand ran between my thighs, into my pussy, feeling its wetness. She gently, very gently fingered my clit, bringing me almost, but not quite to orgasm. And she nibbled on my ear lobe, and thrust a tongue into my ear, in the meanwhile whispering, "Darling girl, I am going to be your teacher, and I am going to just love being your teacher. Did you enjoy going down on me?" Considering the remarkable talent she had shown for pinching my nipples and making me do her thing, I knew I had better give the right answer. I said that I loved it. "Good," she said, "since you like it so well, do it again, right now." So, for another ten or fifteen minutes we sat parked in front of Doug's house, my face buried in her humid cunt, my tongue sucking her clit, and all the while, that castor oil was doing its insidious work, taking me ever closer to that particular point of no return. Away we drove, finally, towards home. I was certain that I would never make it there, considering the wild sensations in my bowels. Somehow, I did manage to hold on long enough, my stomach heaving and quenching as she led me up the stairs, firmly holding the leash. I begged for permission to go to the bathroom, and to my surprise, it was granted without question. Giselle was for the moment in her sweet phase. I came back out, and was granted permission to shower and to rest a bit. Rest for what? Well, as it turned out, for quite a bit more. An hour later, after relaxing and watching the evening news on TV, she ordered me up. My hands were still fastened behind my back, and after some really loving, gentle play with my nipples, we began to discuss discipline. She reviewed my conduct over the past several years that we had known each other. She pointed to a number of specific instances where, she thought, I could have, should have behaved differently. Now, she told me, she was going to teach me a number of things about better manners and better behavior and that total obedience to recognized authority were certainly vital parts of the lessons. Obviously, she was now the recognized authority that she referred to. To determine if I was sufficiently obedient, she turned her back to me, bent forward to give me a delightful view of her bare ass, her legs spread so that I could see her brown rosette, almost winking at me. I knew what she wanted me to do, to give it a long, wet, sweet thrusting kiss. At that point, I could not. She said that this was disobedience, exactly what she had meant. And announcing this, she bent me over the end of the couch, my bottom raised. She left me there for a moment, went to fetch something from the closet, and showed it to me, a wicked looking leather strap, about 18" long, 3" wide, and the end cut into three separate tongues of leather. She told me that it was a trainer, sometimes called a tawse, but by any name a marvelous tool for one job, for teaching. She said that nature had provided every female a place to be taught, her naked behind. There, lessons could be given, that might be painful for the moment, but they would be remembered and no permanent harm would come. And with that, she raised the tawse, and SLAP!! A fiery streak, right across the crowns of both cheeks. I screamed out. She said nothing, and for a long time, the only sound in the room was the voice from the TV. Time dragged, and my behind was on fire. I had never really felt anything like it before. And then, SLAP!! Again, she burned my bottom, as before. Now it hurt twice as much, if that was possible. I was sobbing, crying, begging her to let me go. All that got me was a third and then a fourth shot of the wicked tawse across my rump. She asked me questions about things I had done the previous year, about things I had said, about Doug. She wanted to know if I had been letting him fuck me. I said no. That immediately earned me another vicious swat with the tawse. Again she asked, and this time I confessed. She wanted to know if I had him use me in the ass. I denied it, and got yet another stroke. I confessed that Doug had been using me anally. She noted that down for future reference, as if that was another transgression that she intended to cure. I was crying hysterically now, willing to tell her anything, willing to confess to any sin, and getting in the process a barnburner of a spanking. Suddenly it stopped. She said to me, "What would you like to do, now?" I knew there was only one answer to that question, and I said it, "Please let me show you let me kiss your beautiful ass." She smiled slightly, bent forward again, and again, offered her brown rosette to my tongue. Now, finally, I did what I had always really wanted to do. I thrust my tongue against it, probed inward slightly, tasted her strange flavor, and gave her truly the kiss of total obedience. She left the room. After what seemed a long time, she returned, carrying a paper plate. I knew what would happen next, and sure enough, she found a spoon, and then asked me if I wanted my dessert now. I gulped, cried again, and said no. And for that refusal, got another two strokes of the tawse. She asked again, and knowing that this would go on until I said yes, I did so. She made me request it, made me ask her to please feed me my dessert.

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