Chapter 1
"Boffin' pussy! Boffin' pussy! Big fuckin' deal. So fuckin' what?"
The other three guys who were sitting around the card table looking at their poker hands turned to the one who had just spoken. "It'll do till something better comes along."
Ignoring that remark, the first speaker smiled slightly and looked around the table as he asked, "Did any of you guys ever have a woman as your slave? Hell, a woman is a lot more than just a hole to fuck. A woman is the whole body and the whole mind as well.
"It seems to me that anybody with a stiff dick can boff a pussy. Probably even you jerks at this table here can dominate a woman's body. But ... heh, heh, how many of you can dominate the whole woman?
"How many of you clods can turn a woman into a slave? Huh?"
The card game stopped. The subject that Arthur had raised was one that got the interest of all the other young men at the table with him. This, incredibly enough, was the executive lunchroom of one of the classiest advertising agencies in Manhattan.
Perhaps the conversation sounded more appropriate for a poolroom, but these were the four junior executives of the company, all of them male, who were having a friendly poker game on their lunch break after having gobbled down their sandwiches.
"How about you, Barney?" he said to the black guy sitting across from him. "After all, you are black."
"Is that supposed to be a racist remark, Arthur?" Barney asked in the most pleasant way.
Arthur grinned from ear to ear as he said, "We know what they say about black men. And, anyway, you're a hell of a lot more likely to have done it than Ralph over here."
"Hey, what do you mean?" Ralph snapped, turning openly hostile. His red hair and freckles made him look younger than he really was and he was very sensitive on that subject.
Arthur chuckled. He liked getting someone's goat and it was very easy to get Arthur's. He turned to the fourth person at the table, the young man to his left Weber was terribly shy.
And so the subject was dominating women, turning them completely into slaves. "I have fifty bucks that says I can bring in the very best woman within one week, completely dominated and enslaved to me."
"H-how will we know that she's completely dominated?" Weber asked.
"We can use my apartment. If I have dominated the woman then she'll be willing to perform for all of you guys, she will be willing to follow all my commands and instruction. And I fully expect that each of you will bring a woman who has become your slave."
"Fifty bucks?" Barney asked, grinning. "Why not make it a hundred?"
"A hundred? If you guys want to give me that kind of money I'd be happy to take it." Then Arthur turned toward Ralph and Weber. "If you guys are too scared you'll lose ... "
"Lose? Not me!" Ralph snapped, leaning back in his chair.
"You can count me in," Weber said, imagining the chance to have sex with the girls that were brought by Arthur and Barney. They shook hands around the table.
Then Arthur said, "Oh, of course, if any of us doesn't bring a girl as a slave then that guy forfeits the contest automatically and can't even come into the apartment with us next week."
When Weber started to stammer something, Arthur said, "What's the matter? You weren't thinking that you were gonna put up a hundred bucks and just get some sex with the girl I brought?" He laughed.
And then it was the end of their lunch break. They all had to go back to their little offices without any windows. It was Wednesday and they had until the following Wednesday to find girls.
It was at five when they were all leaving the building together and they stopped for a smoke in the hallway, that Weber asked, "How do we judge the best woman?"
The guys looked at each other and Arthur said, "Looks."
"But there's something else. There has to be something more than looks," Ralph said. "It can't be some bimbo who would be willing to be anybody's slave. Hey, Arthur, weren't you the one who said that this was really a contest about enslavement? Which one of us can crack the toughest nut? Which one of us can find a woman who's really strong stuff, who's really got a lot of spunk and a lot of fight in her, and make her into a slave?"
All of the young executives seemed to stare off into space then. It was like a dream that they shared. Taming a bitch and turning her into a docile slave.
But, for all of them, even for Arthur who had claimed the most experience in domination, this had only been a dream. It was merely something that they each aspired to.
"Okay. I'm with Ralph," Barney said. "That's the way to measure the best woman. Which one of us can bring in a woman who's really got guts and spunk."
"Ms. Craig would be the best of all. If anyone could tame Ms. Craig ... " Weber said, giggling.
The other men nodded. "That'll be our yardstick. She should be like Ms. Craig."
"Only prettier than that snotty bitch," Arthur said, referring to the only junior executive who was female. The men avoided her as much as possible and didn't include her in their conversations, their lunches, or their shared secrets.
"Okay, guys," Ralph said, rushing ahead of the others. "We all know what we're looking for. I'm gonna catch the elevator downstairs and I'm gonna start looking right now."
They all laughed and followed, rushing out of the building, making that part of the game as if they were actually all out on a treasure hunt of some sort. They had one week to report back to the home base with the single and singular item that was the object of this hunt.
What they were looking, for were four female slaves, each one ready to compete on points of obedience and value as property. It was the ultimate in male chauvinism and it was very sexually exciting for the participants.
Weber was the last one out of the building. He hadn't kept pace with the others.
His mind was wandering, very slowly. Weber was a thinker. He was the young executive without the aggressiveness to rise up the corporate ladder as fast as the others, but he was the one who had been hired because he was a genius. Because of his mathematical mind everyone figured that Weber was just the sort who would stay with the same company for thirty-five years and would eventually rise to the post of vice president in charge of financing.
And that was exactly the way that Weber saw himself as well.
He had always had perfect scores and perfect grades throughout all his time in school and this was not going to be any exception now. He made his way by doing everything so well that he could not be ignored. That way he didn't need to push in any way or to be extroverted.
At important company meetings when the others were raising issues and trying to make points with their superiors, Weber would not say a word. He would just quietly hand someone a three-hundred page report on the subject that he had done on the subject on hand which had all of the facts and figures systematically organized. No matter which side of a hotly contested issue anyone in the company favored, they were all turning to Weber for the facts to support their side.
He was content with his lot, and pleased with the way people, saw him.
But this was a strange situation he had stepped into. It was a hundred dollar bet and on top of that it would mean humiliation if he couldn't produce a slave while the others could.
Weber decided to handle this problem in just the way he handled most problems. He would read about it. Reading a thick volume meant nothing to him and so he set out for the bookstores on Fifth Avenue.
As long as he kept matters on a factual basis, Weber was never embarrassed by anything. Therefore, he asked quite directly for the information he wanted. With his glasses and his conservative grey suit and white tie and his black hair clipped short and combed neatly he assumed that he looked like an academician, which is what he basically was.
He might have been a college professor.
He went by the rule that, as long as he considered himself an academician, he could go up to a lovely young woman in a bookstore and look her in the eyes and ask her, "Pardon me, but do you happen to have any books pertaining to sado-masochistic sexual behavior?"
Asking this question along Fifth Avenue he was directed to a small bookstore that was off on a side street in the West Fifties. There wasn't even a name outside that was large enough to read, just a great deal of esoteric writing on the front window of the store and jumbles of books inside that window. It was a narrow store that meandered very far back.
As Weber proceeded up the length of the aisle on one side of the store he saw a girl putting books on a shelf. She had long dark hair that was very straight and was hanging down her back. She had on a leotard that was black and was clinging to her breasts so that Weber could see immediately that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts weren't the largest he had ever seen, but they were very firm and beautifully formed. They looked like the perfect halves of two melons. Her nipples, being massaged by the fabric of the clinging leotard, were already erect. Even though the fabric was black he could see the nipples clearly.
She was also wearing a loose skirt and sandals on her feet.
"Can I help you, sir?" she asked, seeing the curious expression on Weber's face.
He almost opened his mouth and said, "Yes. Would you be my slave?" But he swallowed hard first, swallowing the words. He smiled at himself, realizing what he was thinking. And then he said, "Yes. I'm looking for books about sado-masochistic sexual behavior."
The girl's black eyes seemed to light up and she smiled then she looked down at his feet, suddenly, almost as if she realized that she had made a mistake in meeting the man's-eyes.
"Right this way, sir," she said, unable to disguise the enthusiasm in her voice.
Weber sensed something strangely subservient about the girl's manner. He looked at her from the back. She was so slender, so delicate and seemingly fragile.
She stepped to the side of the shelf and pointed to the books. "Perhaps I can help you. I would be delighted, sir, to be of help to you." Then she glanced up at his eyes, meaningfully, hopefully.
"Is there one of those books that you can recommend to me?" he asked the girl.
She immediately turned to the shelf and took down a large book that had line drawings all the way through it. The drawings showed different bondage positions.
"But this is only one part of the sado-masochistic experience," he said, leafing through the book in a thoughtful manner. He remembered what Arthur had said at lunch. He had a good way of digesting information, even if it was nothing more than opinion, and making it his own.
"After all, the body is only one part of the person. Dominating the body ... as with these ropes, is only one part of domination. Dominating the person herself ... Aah, that's something else."
Weber could hear his own heart beating. He knew damn well by that point what he was doing. He was taking very direct and decisive action to seduce the girl. He was taking direct action to make her think that life was experienced at the art of domination.
He could tell from the way she was responding to him, he knew intuitively, that she was turned on by the subject.
"I will certainly take this book, however," he said, tucking the bondage manual under his arm. He was stalling for time, trying to figure out how to ask for the girl's phone number or something. "But, I would still like something more." He turned back toward the shelf.
In actuality he was feeling intimidated. He wasn't used to being domineering of anyone and he was just trying to avoid the subject for the moment as his eyes scanned the titles.
But that wasn't what the girl perceived. She saw things the way she wanted to see them and so she saw the man being blase. She saw the man displaying an attitude which told her that he didn't give a damn about anything, that he was really a cool and collected dominant.
"Sir, if you would like something more ... some more, uh ... if you would step back here with me I will try to oblige you, sir."
He followed the girl and she pushed open a door that was narrow between the shelves of books. She stepped into the back room and looked back at the man, her eyes wide and full of meaning as she held the door open for him. He followed her into the little room.
The door shut and as soon as it did, the girl fell to her knees in front of him and bowed her head.
"Sir," she sighed softly. Weber looked down at the top of the girl's head. Damn the books! If only he had a chance to read one of the books, he thought to himself. He looked down at the girl again and saw that she was ready and quite willing. Could he turn down a chance like this?
He reached down and lightly stroked two of his fingers through her hair.
Now, he was actually doing it because he was uncertain what he should do. But, that wasn't the way the girl was seeing it. She felt just his fingers and she shivered all over. He was touching her hair, he was so controlled, so cool, not like other men who would claw her.
His fingers moved toward her lips and she anxiously kissed his fingers.
He started to move his hand and found that she moved her lips along with his fingers. So he moved his fingers directly to the front of his pants and then her lips were pressed right up against the front of his pants. He couldn't believe the good fortune that he had stumbled upon.
This girl was a stranger to him. He didn't even know her name. Her lips were pressing against the front of his pants, ready to suck his dick. His dick was already hard inside the pants.
"Whatever you tell me to do, sir," she said mumbling into his crotch.
"Open my pants ... " He stopped himself from saying 'please' to the girl who was now his slave.
She reached up with her fingers and worked his pants open. The fly came down and then she pulled at the top of his underpants. But, she stopped herself in the midst of doing that. She looked up at the man's face and softly asked, "Sir, may I pull down your underpants?"
Weber realized what happened and started to smile to himself. But then he turned that into a sardonic smile for the sake of the girl. He was going to dominate her now.
"You'll have to be punished for that," he said in an insinuating tone, knowing that the girl was getting turned on.
"Oh, sir," she sighed softly as she kissed his fingers with passion.
"You'll be punished for that, disobedient, willful wench that you are."
She was already sucking on his fingers while he was saying that to her. He was swooning from the passion and he could feel his cock pulsing. But he knew that if he just stuffed his dick into her mouth that she wouldn't really be satisfied and he wouldn't have really dominated her.
"Peel out of your clothes," he said, suddenly, not even realizing what he was doing.
She looked toward the door and latched it shut. Then she opened her skirt. She was only wearing that and the leotard. She unzipped the back of her leotard and unpeeled herself as if she were a tangerine.
When she was naked he was stunned into stillness by her perfect young body. She looked as if she practiced dance and probably some yoga in order to keep her body as limber and lithe as it was.
He still wasn't sure what he would do to punish her, so she remained on her knees in front of him. He was also concerned about her job and about the fact that they were in a stock room of the store. But, he didn't know how to express that concern and still manage to seem domineering to her.
"What do the others do when they want to punish you?" he snapped at her quickly.
He was playing a hunch, but it was a pretty good hunch from all be had seen of the girl.
"Well, sir, they have spanked me in the past. There are other tortures. My nipples have been tormented and my pussy lips have been bound and spanked. But ... I guess that spanking is the main thing ... sir... Uh, usually with the hand ... "
"Usually?" Weber asked the lovely, naked girl as she knelt on the floor. "What else has been used?"
"Oh, sir, I'll be good. Please, I'll be good," the girl said as she kissed the toe of his shiny shoes.
He kicked his shoe forward. Even as he was doing it, he could hardly believe that he was doing such a thing. But he kicked the girl right into one of her tits and knew that she loved it.
She gasped and also shuddered with delight. "I asked you a question," he said in a deep and low tone. It was very assuring for Weber to know that even though he was speaking in a very low tone of voice, a tone that was almost a whisper, he would be heard, he would be listened to.
"There was one who had a paddle, sir. It was a paddle with holes in it and ... then there was another who used a leather riding crop on me ... He also used a ruler on my bottom ... And, then, I've been spanked with ... uh ... books, sir ... "
He knew from the way she said it, that there was something special about the last reference. "Books?" he asked her, nodding his head. She looked up at him and nodded hers and then looked down again.
All around them were books, big, authoritative looking books. Weber caught sight of himself in a broken piece of mirror that was hanging up against the far wall. He saw the face that he knew so well. He had always considered himself an academician. He felt that was his shield in the world. That had been the thing that permitted him to ask for this information in a bookstore without fear of any embarrassment. It was a professorial face he saw in that bit of mirror.
And then he looked down at the girl and he understood what she was seeing as well. She was seeing him as some sort of academician with some sort of control over her.
"Your punishment, young lady," he snapped at her, taking on the tone of a teacher, "will be a stiff spanking with a nice, thick, leather-bound book. How does that suit you?"
"Oh, sir ... Ple-e-ease!" she moaned at him as-she licked his shoes.
He smiled to himself and said, "Pick out a volume that is at least four hundred and no more than five hundred pages. Now. Right now, young lady." He watched the naked form of the luscious young woman as she rushed over the shelf and searched for a book that fit his specifications.
She brought one back to him that was exactly what he had wanted and then she resumed her position on her knees. He looked around and saw a straight wooden chair against the wall. He sat back into that, chair and spread his legs. Then he slapped his left thigh and said, "Bend over that."
He was holding the large book in his right hand as he slapped his left thigh. The meaning was obvious to the girl. She got into position, bending herself over his left thigh and thereby raising her rump up into the air. He looked at the beautifully formed cheeks of her ass. Then he raised up the book and he walloped it down across the flesh.
The warm, white ass cheeks quivered like two rounded mounds of gelatin.
They were still quivering when he slammed the book down across them again. And the girl was moaning and undulating as she bent over the man's leg. He had also put her across his left thigh, holding her down with his left arm across her back, so that she was actually pressing down right against his already erect cock which went down his left leg.
Time and time again he slapped the book across the checks of her ass. Her ass quivered under the attack from the big volume and he could see the cheeks turning red as he continued. But, he was too hot to keep holding the book in his hand. He wanted to clutch her flesh with his own hand. He realized that she had been turned on to him, she had considered him dominant, mostly because of his cool nature and his confident manner. But there was, a limit to coolness and he had reached it.
The cheeks of her ass were already turning red as he started to slap at them with his bare hand. He felt his palm tingling with a million little pins because of the way he was warming up the girl's delicious ass cheeks. Then, when his hand was too hot to continue, he pressed it tightly between, her thighs. She moaned and sighed, "Anything you wish, sir."
"That's right. Anything I wish," he grunted as he rolled her off his lap and onto the cold concrete floor.
Her ass cheeks were already very sensitive because of the spanking site had received. Now, with the tender flesh of those cheeks pressing against the cold concrete of the floor her whole body was tensing up in response to the sensations that coursed through her.
He mounted on top of her. His pants were already open. It was only a matter of taking down his pants and his shorts, which he did quickly enough. His dick was standing up, fully erect.
The girl looked up at him, anxiously. He slowed down and slowly stroked his cock.
Then he knelt between her legs. This was the first time he hadn't worried about getting his suit dirty or anything like that. He was usually a precise and careful person known mostly for his intellect. But this was an opportunity that he couldn't turn down.
He got into position with his flared cock head pressing right up against the supple lips of the girl's pussy. She moaned and grunted softly and then he pressed his cock head between tile outer labia of her cunt. He could feel the pussy lips clinging around the flared head of his throbbing manhood. Then he pushed forward and he felt the inner labia clutching at the mushroom head of his cock. He pushed from side to side and was creating more lubrication in the hot area.
Then he thrust forward and he felt the inner cunt flesh spreading apart for the vicious intrusion of his cock. He gave one more little shove and he felt his meat firmly lodged inside the hot orifice. He was pressing down so that his belly was right up against her body and his balls were resting against the soft and tender flesh between her rounded thighs.
He pulled back a little bit, but his cock felt as if it were glued to the flesh of her cunt. He was pulling her cunt in and out along with the movements of his cock and she was moaning because of that. But, as he moved from side to side there was more juice that was oozing from the flesh on the walls of her vagina. She was lubricating the hot passage.
When there was more lubrication he was able to slide backwards so that the flared head of his cock tugged right up against her clit. Then he slammed forward and the big head pushed against the depths of her cunt. He was sending wild chills all through her body.
And his cock was being massaged by the undulating movements of her wet cunt around the stiff boner. It was a mutual sensation, a mutual tempo that they both shared.
Just as he felt her cunt flesh pulling taut around the throbbing hardness of his cock he felt his own balls pulling up against his body, almost as if they were being sucked into the cunt.
And then his cock head slapped against the top of her cunt. The juice sped up the length of his shaft and filled up the hot orifice. Her cunt pulled taut at the same instant.
The two of them shared a long moment of hot orgasmic lust.
Afterwards, his clothed body and her naked one were covered with sweat.