Chapter 3
Right there in the kitchen of the fancy mansion in Westchester, the Swedish girl got to her knees. She didn't have any choice. Her hopes and her future would have to depend on her obedience.
For, if she did not obey all of Ralph's commands, she would lose her job and be deported.
The girl wanted to go to art school. She wanted to stay in America long enough so that she could earn money and be able to pursue the dream. But she knew that if Ralph carried out his threat and actually did call the police to report her for stealing, there would be no way she could defend herself. Deportation would then be the least of her worries.
And so, she felt the cold tiles of the kitchen floor pressing against her bare knees.
She looked up at the handsome redheaded man, waiting for his next instruction.
"You may undress me. I will grant you that honor." He chuckled a little bit.
Elke reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his hard, well-muscled chest. She was about to toss the shirt on the floor, but she looked up at him and saw the reproving look in his eyes. Then she neatly folded the shirt and placed it on a chair.
She bent forward so that she could unlace his heavy dark shoes and pull them off. Then she pulled down his socks. As she was holding his left foot in her hand and taking off his shoe, the young man hissed, "Kiss it lick my toes. Show me you're my slave."
Elke paused She knew she would have to do it. Pausing was the only bit of resistance she dared to show. She leaned her face forward and pressed her bps lightly against his big toe. Then she licked at the toe with just the tip of her tongue.
He hadn't had his shoes off since that morning. His toes were grubby and mucky and there was a lot of stickiness between them. "Get your tongue in there and really slobber all that muck out of there."
The luscious blonde girl pressed her mouth against his foot and she sucked hard and long on the flesh of his toes. She took the full big toe in her mouth and really sucked the juice right out of the flesh. Her tongue worked between that toe and then the next and after that she was weaving her tongue through the network of toes that braided one after the other.
She sucked on each of the individual little bits of flesh and she worked her tongue over the toenails that were there. While she was doing that, the man was opening his belt and the single button at the top of his fly. Then he grabbed the girl by her short blonde hair.
Elke pulled her face up so that she was looking at him. "Okay. Now open my pants."
She understood what he wanted. She wasn't about to use her hands on his pants. She knew that would have been forbidden. She was really coming to look upon this man as a Master.
And so, he was very pleased when her lips made contact with the silver tab on the zipper. She wrapped her lips around that bit of silver and she pulled on it so that his pants opened. In opening the pants she revealed his undershorts beneath them. Somehow she managed to get a good grip on the zipper right at the outset and that really helped her to get the zipper with one pull.
Once she had gotten the zipper to the bottom of its track the pants were loose enough so that they slid down to the man's thighs, revealing his undershorts and the stiff erection inside those shorts. She looked directly at the front of the underpants and swallowed hard.
"Kiss it ... Come on. Right through the fabric. I want you to kiss it."
She pressed her bps against the protruding spot on the front of the shorts and she felt it pushing hard against her mouth in response. Then there was a moist spot on the front of the underpants which was left by the excitement that coursed up the length of the dick.
"I give you permission, lowly slave, to take down my underpants with your teeth."
First she pushed down his pants and then she wrapped her bps around the clinging waistband of his undershorts. But, as the pulled on the front of the shorts she only seemed to be releasing the stiff dick that wanted to be angled up It was protruding out farther.
So it seemed that no matter how far she could pull the clinging elastic of the waistband she couldn't pull it out farther than the dick was going to stretch out. Her upper lip was already curled inside out and was rubbing in the pubic patch, being scratched, when she lost her toothy grip on the undershorts and they snapped back almost to their original position.
"If you can't do better than that, perhaps you need a bit of encouragement."
He pulled the leather belt out of the loops on his pants and quickly doubled it over in his hand. He held the end that had the belt buckle so that there was a loop made out of the rest of the belt.
Then he slapped the looped portion of the belt against his open palm.
"I will start counting, slave. You will get one lash across your naked ass cheeks for each number that I manage to count without you managing to get my underpants down."
This terrified Elke and she looked at the man's crotch more intently, trying to figure out the correct logistics of getting his underpants down with her teeth. Then she moved to the side of his body and she pulled on the undershorts there. They tugged all the way down the side of his slim hip. She moved to the other side and tugged there. But then moved around behind him. She grabbed the waistband of the undershorts from behind as he counted up to three.
The girl only achieved a tiny bit of vengeance by rubbing her upper teeth against the hard, muscled flesh of the young man's ass cheeks as she got her mouth into position to pull on his shorts.
"Four!" he announced, assigning her that extra lash very quickly.
But, she already had the back of the underpants in her mouth and she was able to pull it down around the nearly flat curve of his ass cheeks. Then she moved around to the front of him. The underpants now only seemed to be covering his dick with most of his pubic patch showing.
Ralph saw the girl, still on her knees, crawling to the front of his body and he intoned, "Five."
Her lips slid along his cock, tugging on the cotton of his shorts, as he said, "Six!"
And then she tugged the shorts down his legs. His cock was at full mast. Just as his underpants were about to come down around his ankles, Ralph very quickly said, "Seven."
She looked up at him and he softly said, "That's seven lashes with the belt." He played with the loop of leather against his open palm, almost as if he were honing it for the attack.
He motioned with his head toward the servants quarters and said, "In your room."
The girl started to get up from her knees, but he pushed down on her shoulders and said, "Stay, slave."
She turned around, still on her knees, and she crawled toward her quarters. She went through the pantry that was next to the kitchen and then she went into a hallway. There was a bathroom and two little bedrooms along that hallway. Only one bedroom was occupied and that was hers.
It was a small room with only a dresser and a chair and a studio couch which was a single bed when the bolsters were removed. But, even when the bolsters were removed there was a wooden frame that was the back of the couch. When they entered the room, the man tossed both of the bolsters from the bed. There was a brown covering on it that made it pass for a couch during the day.
"Get up on there. Get up on your knees with your hands over the back of it."
Elke slowly followed his instruction. She had her knees on a comfortable surface now but she knew that this position was chosen because of the availability of her ass to him. She looked over her shoulder as the naked man wielding the belt in one hand pulled the sash from one of the curtains. The sash was a long piece of cloth that had been looped around to hold the curtain open. He leaned over the couch and wrapped the piece of cloth around both of Elke's wrists. In spite of the fact that she had been cooperative, he didn't want to take a chance with her.
He made a figure eight with the cloth and then wrapped it one more time around the girl's wrists so that they were firmly bound together. Then she pulled the cloth twice around the wooden post that ran across the back of the studio couch.
Elke's hands were firmly in place there. She was bowed forward and that made her ass just out a little bit further. She was still on her knees on the couch and looking over her shoulder.
And then he raised the leather belt up in the air and slapped it down hard across both cheeks of her, ass. She screamed out loud, knowing full well that no one could hear her.
Then, before the echo of her scream had even subsided, the belt slapped down from the other direction, moving on the backswing. Her entire body started to suddenly vibrate.
She couldn't get her breathing under control. Her screaming stopped short.
The third lash of the leather strap was the worst one yet because it intersected the first two. Where it crossed the marks that had already been left there were little spots that would become welts.
"That was three!" Ralph snarled as if he were giving the luscious blonde a piece of news.
He gave her a moment to rest. It was a moment that permitted the cheeks of her ass to relax, that let the pain cool off just a little bit. Her breathing was back to normal and she was calmer because she realized that the immediate pain was the worst.
And just when Ralph was aware that she had cooled off, that she was feeling a little better, he slapped the leather Strap across her ass cheeks once again. She screamed out once more.
There was a deep, throaty laugh from Ralph. He was toying with her.
The leather strap made a whistling sound the next time it sliced through the air. Then it ripped across the flesh and left another red mark on the two creamy cheeks.
"That was five. There are only two more to go," he said in a sensual whisper.
He was lightly rubbing the leather belt across the cheeks of her ass, sliding the sharp edge of it right along the crack of her ass. He was making her flesh tingle with anticipation because of the way he was playing with her, teasing her, with the leather belt.
And then, just when she didn't expect it, he pulled the leather belt quickly away from her flesh and raised it up again. He described a complete, arc through the air and when the circle ended. It slid right through the cheeks of her ass. She felt the burning even more then.
"Yes!" he said, letting the word disappear into a laugh as he dangled the leather belt right over the cheeks of her ass and tickled the flesh with the same weapon that had abused it.
"This time ... you tell me when you're ready for number seven, slave."
Her breathing was harsh and irregular as she remained there, feeling the tickling sensation. "You tell me to give you number seven, slave. You tell me when you're ready for it?"
She knew that he meant it, but she couldn't get the cheeks of her ass to relax and be prepared for the final lash of the leather strap. What he was saying was that she should choose the instant when she was going to feel the final lash of the leather belt."
But, since the anticipation of the event was a separate torture in and of itself, when she had to choose the moment she was filled with nothing but anticipation. Her flesh started to quiver.
"Do you want more punishment for not obeying this command, Slave?"
"I ... I don't know wh-wh-what to s-ssay ... " she gasped.
"Say 'Now' when you're ready for lash number seven. Say 'Now, sir' to show deference."
Elke didn't want to look over her shoulder. Her breathing was irregular as she swallowed hard and said, "Now, sir." She held her breath and waited for the sound of the whistling and for the feeling of the air rushing at her ass cheeks and of the burning lash of the belt.
But nothing happened. She finally took a breath. She looked over her shoulder. The naked man was smiling at her as he saw the concern on her face. She saw that he was holding the leather belt in position so that he could strike her, but that his muscles were completely relaxed.
Once again he had been teasing her. He had brought her up to a high emotional pitch where she had actually tried to prepare herself for receiving the final lash of punishment across her bruised cheeks. And in that way he had drawn out the punishment for the luscious blonde girl.
Then, as she was looking at him, Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, he slammed the leather belt, down across the cheeks of her ass and she screamed out.
"Oooow! Y-you said for me t-t-t .t-t-tell you wh-when ... oh ... t-t-to ... "
"Do you think I would listen to a slave?" he asked with a cruel laugh.
She tugged at her bonds and realized that he had really tied her well to the back of the studio sofa. She wasn't going to be getting off that for some time.
Then he started to lash at her ass cheeks with the leather belt. Time after time after lime he was leaving more and more stripes across the cheeks of her ass. She squirmed and wriggled and he was soon holding her down in place with his body as he slapped first one cheek and then the other cheek, never quite able to get to both of them at once.
Elke was crying. "Haven't you done enough to me now? Isn't this enough?"
"You didn't say Master and you didn't say sir. You'll be punished for that."
He pulled her ass back up in the air again so that he had a good shot at it. She was already tensed up. He brushed his fingers between her legs and pressed them against the delicate lips of her cunt. He fingered the pussy and pushed the tips of his fingers against the depths of her twat.
And then he positioned himself with his cock head right up against the delicate lips of the cunt He was going to enter her backwards with the bottom of his cock rubbing against her clit instead of the flared head of his dick in that position. This was something different for Elke. She felt as if she were being treated like an animal, bound in that position on her knees.
That was exactly the way Ralph wanted her to feel. She was being treated like an animal.
He pressed the flared head of his dick forward so that it was lodged between the outer labia. He could feel the moist lips of her cunt wrapping themselves around that broad mushroom cock head. Then he pushed forward and he felt his piss slit making contact with the clinging interior lips of the cunt. He pressed forward and his cock head pushed inside the hot cunt. The inner labia spread open for him and then the moist flesh was pressing and squeezing against his cock head.
He pushed forward and the head of his cock sank into the depths of the pussy.
Then he gave one hearty push forward and the very base of his cock was pressing tight up against the lips of the pussy. The stiffness was spreading open the cunt lips.
His balls were dangling down and brushing against her pussy patch and her cunt lips. The hard washboard muscles of his stomach were pressed right up against the fleshy cheeks of her ass.
He pulled back a little bit and found that she was already a little moist due to the whipping he had given her. Then he pushed forward. He pulled back and pushed forward.
In spite of herself she could feel the stiff flesh that pushed her clitoris inwards and then tugged it out again. In and out there was a constant movement of her hot love button.
She was burning up from the excitement in her body. And the cock was still pushing and pulling in and out like that. And he was burning up because of the heat in his rod.
While his dick was massaging the flesh of her cunt walls, her cunt walls were massaging the stiffness of his cock. The flared head was brushing up and down against the hot flesh that surrounded his prong, that wrapped itself around the stiffness of his dick.
He shoved forward and then pulled backwards. Each time he pulled back her cunt flesh had a chance to wrap itself closed around the space he had just vacated. And then when he pushed forward he was jabbing at the delicate and spongy flesh with the powerful thrust.
It seemed to Elke that her whole body was perspiring from the effort to pull free of her bonds. He was holding onto her, holding her hips in place and fucking her like crazy.
She felt the speed with which his cock was moving in and out of her. In and out and in and out. She was going mad with passion from the movement of his hard erection.
And then he pushed forward and she knew that it was different. She could tell that this was the last one.
There was a great deal of power, a great deal of force behind the final thrust of the cock. She felt, the suction grip of her own body that was holding him in place even as his erect prick slapped up against the depths of her pussy and shot out a load of hot spunk.
As soon as the first hot blast sizzled along the depths of her cunt she felt her pussy flesh responding with a thrust of equal force. Her cunt pulled taut around the stiff erection.
There was a sudden flow of wetness that soothed Ralph's dick and even urged more juice out of it. Then the two of them were locked together in the flow of hot orgasmic lust.
Slowly he started to work his dick out of her hot hole. He was pulling backwards and finally there was a lewd noise as his cock came free and there was dripping down her legs.
Ralph was chuckling as he was untying Elke. She was trying not to look at him.
He tossed the curtain sash on the floor and then he stroked her body. She pulled away from him, but he grabbed her wrists in his one hand as he hissed, "Don't forget."
"What? What shouldn't I forget?" she asked, close to tears.
He nodded and chuckled as he let go of her wrists and said, "It will be good to know that I have a slave right here in the house ... so convenient for me."
Ralph was still chuckling as he turned and left the maid's room. Elke was weeping by that time. She had been degraded and humiliated, all for the pleasure of this selfish man.
Weber, having fucked the subservient girl in the back room of the bookstore, pulled his dick out of her cunt and she fell to her knees in front of him again. He was fully dressed except for his exposed cock and she took that in her mouth to lick it off immediately.
He smiled. He wasn't sure how to treat her, but he decided that the one thing he couldn't do was worry about how to treat her. It would be confidence that would win the day here.
Weber slid her face off his dick and stuffed his penis away as ha asked her, "What's your name?"
"Wanda," she said, not adding any term of deference to him.
"Wanda ..." he said thoughtfully as he tried to create the rest of that sentence. "Do you think you deserve to be my slave?" he asked her, knowing that her answer would tell him a great deal.
She bowed her head as she said, "Oh, sir, I could try. I'll would do my best."
"How much longer do you work here tonight, Wanda?" Weber asked.
She looked up at him again and said, "Until seven tonight, sir." She knew now that he wanted her as a slave and so she used proper in speaking to him.
Nodding his head, he said, "I'll be here for you at seven. Be ready."
"Sir," she said, biting her lower lip. "I know this is impudence of me, sir, but as a woman alone in the city I have to be careful. I ... uh, wouldn't go anywhere with you. I wouldn't go back to your apartment with you. Doing it here in the store was one thing because ... well, sir, I could have called ... for ... help if you had done anything I didn't like. But ... Her eyes met his. "I hope you understand, air."
"Would you like to see me again? Just answer," he said with absolute confidence.
She nodded her head and was silent.
"In that case I'll be here at seven and we'll go out somewhere so that we can talk, so that you can find out all you need to know and I can find out all I need to know, so that you can feel secure that ... " He grinned but hardly meant it as a joke. "You should feel secure that I'm not a hatchet murderer."
"Thank you, sir," she said, kissing his hand with great passion ...
"Now get dressed and be ready at seven ... slave ... " He left her there.
Wanda was ready for him at seven. He took her to a nice restaurant where they could have a good deal of privacy at the table. She ended up doing most of the talking, prodded by him.
"How long have you been turned on by the idea of bondage and submission?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Who can count that far. Maybe sometime I'll tell you about my earlier experiences, about my earlier fantasies, but now ... "
Wanda didn't ask him any questions that personal. He took that to mean that either she didn't want to know the truth, feeling content with her own fantasies of what she believed him to be, what she wanted him to fulfill, or else that she didn't dare to ask him.
Either way he knew it wouldn't be wise to shatter her fantasies by telling her anything about that side of himself.
He did make her feel more confident and secure with him by telling her about his family and about his job. And he did reveal the fact that he didn't have that much experience with people into submission and mastery simply because of the way he was asking her about herself.
"Do you find that being a slave, sexually makes you feel degraded in life?"
She paused and then said, "Sex is one part of my life ... It's a big part of my life and a part I can't deny. I'll tell you this. I feel better about myself now that, I can admit the truth about what I want and what I like and now that I'm letting myself enjoy these things rather than just feeling terrible guilt about them than I felt when I was trying to fight the truth, when I was trying to deny who I was. I would say that being a slave, having the courage to admit that I want to be a slave, and having the strength to act on my fantasy and to live the fantasy I had dreamed for so long... that was certainly an improvement in my life." When the girl said that Weber knew already that he liked her. There was something very honest, very sweet, and endearing about Wanda.
She was just what she was with no pretenses and no games about it. And when he clutched both of her hands in both of his and squeezed them she sighed, "You're kind."
"You deserve it," he said in reply, his voice very soft as he lightly slapped her hands and smiled. "But, you're also going to get quite a variety of treatment from me ... slave."
That night Weber went home and managed to read all of the books about sado-masochistic behavior before going to bed. He distraught then and couldn't sleep.
He had felt so good with Wanda. He enjoyed everything about her, especially her honest sexuality, but the books were all very judgmental and made him feel that he was dome something terribly wrong. They made him feel absolutely filthy about his desires and about himself.