A taste of BDSM and some control

When he answered the door she smiled, as he said he wanted a "little teenage slut" when he answered and said in a little girl voice "hi mister would you like to fuck my teenage pussy and **** me?"

"Lets see why don't you come in little girl, and we can take it from there" he told her chuckling and moving to the side so she could enter.

Walking in the house she moved her ass back and forth as she walked; in her mind this was how a slut walked and she was trying to be a good slut and honestly was getting into the role despite her humiliation at being found out and now **** to be a slut in real life...

"So Vanessa do you know why you here? " he asked her

"Yes" she said.

"Why Vanessa"

"Oh god you know why, let's get it over with, you sick bastard."

He slapped her across the face; not hard enough to leave a mark but it definitely reddened her cheek.

"Never ever disrespect me you little cunt. Now, why are you here" he repeated again.

A tear forming in her doeish eye, she meekly responded " So you can do stuff to me." "Stuff Vanessa, what kind of stuff do you want me to do it you?"

"You know, put your ..... in my mouth, take pictures, whatever"....she mumbled out SLAP!!... Again he hit her this time on the other cheek.

"First off, don't be shy you cocktease, unless I tell you to be. Secondly, you will tell me exactly what is going to happen because you know deep down and after the whorish state I found you in last weekend we all know what you are.

Thirdly, always look me in the eye when you speak and finally don't ever call anything by its name in the dictionary, use the dirty names for it. Now start again..... you slut"

"You're going to put your dick in my mouth and fuck me" she shakily said crying hard now, the full realization sinking in.

"And you want me to do these things Vanessa" he asked her raising his hand up as if to slap her again?"

"Yes" she hastily replied blushing and wiping some tears off with her hand.

"Well I guess I could fuck your stuck up teenage cunt if you want me to Vanessa" he said almost bored.

"First you have to turn a man on before he sticks his dick in you Vanessa so why don't you dance a little for me" he said walking over to the couch.

She stood still for a minute and than as he raised his hand she started slowly shaking her hips back and forth a little. "Come on , you can do better than that. Dance like a stripper trying to earn some money so she can live."

"That's it" he complimented her as she still very nervously, moved about, bending over a little, putting her hands on her tits, slowly moving back and forth, still too self conscious to look exactly right, but that would come later, he thought.

"Now, turn around put one hand on you knee and shake that ass back and forth for me. That's it. Now lift your skirt up with your other hand and show me those whorish little panties I made you wear for me. Good slut. Now bend all the way over and slowly wedge those shiny little panties all the way up, let me see them wedged tightly in that little fuckbox of yours"

Her head almost completely touching the floor she reached back and did as she was told. She slid her hands up her long legs and spanked her sculptured ass after wedging her bright silver thong deep into her tight little butt.

The slutty dance had done its trick and Hunter was rock hard. "Now come sit on my lap" he commanded

"Yes sir" she answered trying hard to remember all the rules he had given her, twirling her hair with one finger, trying to stick her tits out, never speaking unless spoken to. Racking her brain to remember it all, everything came flooding back and she started once again sobbing.

"Im.... sorr sorry" she mumbled out.

"Now silly slut , you know better than that.... time for a lesson I see... while you are undoubtedly one hot piece of ass you need someone to train you." Bend over the couch, pull that shiny dress up and wait for your punishment"

"I said I'm sorry, god my names Vanessa okay, now lets get this over with" she blurted out fast while starting to take her dress off, trying to avoid the punishment.

"No leave it on fucktoy, even with you trying to get me to fuck that dirty hole. its not going to work. You'll learn soon enough that if you don't want me to be nice I can be very mean."

He slapped her face hard and **** her by her hair to the couch then pushing her body over the back he flipped up her skirt, he loved that she was wearing a matching shiny silver thong. She was crying hard again, almost hyperventilating.

"NOW, if you don't be a good girl and take it smiling, I'm going to give you ten extra slaps"

Vanessa was in her own world again, the shock of what was happening making her oblivious to outside influences. The first loud slap of the paddle brought her back. She screamed as the pain exploded into her.

"Now I want you to say, thank you for spanking my filthy teenage ass and showing me how to be a good tramp" after every whack. For every time you don't, it will be five extra. The girl's ass was already turning red and had bruises from when we was smacking her tied to the bed the first night... this was going to be extremely painful for the girl. Her precious little silver thonged butt looked so cute with paddle marks all over it he thought.

SLAP The paddle went down again and Vanessa passed out. He waited until she regained consciousness and hit her again, this time on her unmarked thigh.

"Still not learning eh, you will" SLAP

She was close to passing out again but knew she had to say it or this would go on all night. SLAP The paddle whistled through the air and landed on her other thigh.

"Thank you for spanking my filthy teenage ass and showing me how to be a good tramp" she babbled. She was sweating now and the tears kept coming.

After another twenty slaps, sometimes with breaks when she passed out, he put the paddle down. Her mind was foggy. Only one thing made sense now, do whatever she could to please him, so she would never ever have to go through this again. He picked up her limp form and placed her on top of him on the couch, straddling his lap.

He placed her head on his shoulder as she cried, until no more would come out. "Shush its okay, everything's gonna be just fine," he comforted her. Knowing it was wrong but still feeling it anyway, she felt extremely close to him right now for stopping the paddling, and letting her cry on his shoulder. She had never been close with a man until the last two days and a little part of her was ashamed for upsetting him so.

Mr Taylor knew he had to go relatively slow with the girl. He thought maybe he was rushing things, but still felt it was better to hit her with most of it now, get her off guard, break her and mold her into his toy. It was all so alien to her, he wasn't sure how far he could push her just yet. He picked her up and brought her to the bathroom. Bending her over the sink he lifted up her skirt and had her hold it while he looked at the large area of ruined flesh below. He went to the medicine cabinet and got some antibiotic cream and some lotion. Liberally spreading first the antibiotic and than the cream, he heard her first gasp with the stinging and than moan when he applied the lotion.

Deciding against fucking her today he led her to the living room and had her remove the dress. He made her squat as he pulled the shiny dress up over her head. Her makeup was running from all her crying, and long black streaks were visible from her eyes all the way down to her jaw. Her lips! tick was even smeared, from biting her lip he assumed. She looked like the cutest little whore in the world. As she squatted there in her cute little shiny thong and platform sandals he unzipped his pants and fed her his dick. Samantha didn't resist at all as she opened her mouth and gave into the invading cock.

He led her through it, telling her what he liked. No teeth he told her several times throughout, as well as to never use her hands unless told to, except to cup or pull at his balls. She was supposed to apply as much saliva as she could and never take her mouth off of his cock when she was pleasuring him. He told her he also liked to see saliva coming out of the sides of her mouth and to drool as much as possible. She was happy to please him and she couldn't really figure out why.

When he came he spilled his load all over her face, telling her to put her hands down which came up reflexively. When he was done, her face was covered in his spent cum. Then he say down on the couch, making her kneel in front of him and stick her thong-covered ass out.

He told her she was going to have to get him off two more times with her mouth and if she wanted to get home at a reasonable hour, she had better get started. So with cum dripping off her face, which she had to lick up, she proceeded to orally consume his prick over the next hour and a half. She was made to swallow the next two loads, and with some difficulty she accomplished this act.

Her already raw throat, from the previous days ****, and jaw were killing her but she made no complaint. Taylor was exhausted as he had never came three times in a row before, but the sight of the cute little coed covered in cum and staring in his eyes while she sucked his dick was too much.

For the last bit of fun for the day he fed the remaining cum on her face to the girl with his fingers. Her voice was practically gone by than, and when it did come out it was raspy. On the way out he gave her a large soft eight-inch dildo and told her to practice on it and she had a month to learn to deep throat it and his dick, without gagging.

As she walked out spent, sweaty, her shiny dress clinging to her whipped and bruised ass and with matted cum in her hair she heard him say... see you tomorrow fuck-toy