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Sweet Sixteen - 2
by Foolish (pleasemasterstop@gmail.com) 

***

The story of Candygirl continues. Alone with her 
mysterious suitor for a long weekend of play Rachel 
comes to realize her dreams and fears. (M/F-teen, oral, 
anal, bd, drugs, rom)

***

Author Note: This story is a work of fiction and should 
stay that way. The views of the characters do not 
reflect the views of the author. Merely his fantasies.
That said, any feedback or comments may be directed to: 
pleasemasterstop@gmail.com - Happy Reading

***

Chapter 2: Changed Plans

Yeah, Rachel really threw me for a loop, and it was 
hard to get my head on right around her, but the 
amazing part was I really didn't want to. I was 
enjoying someone who was playing along, who was having 
fun with me, and knew it was all for sex, she changed 
me, and changed my plans for good. I extended my trip, 
which was a strict no-no, longer exposure puts me at 
greater risk of being caught... and that was the last 
thing either of us wanted. But I couldn't get enough of 
her. Sixteen year old pussy is hard for any man to 
resist, and a girl like Rachel, who knew what I was 
about, and knew what I had done to get her, and didn't 
care was a treasure that I couldn't pass up, even if it 
meant prison. 

***

Rachel couldn't wait for the weekend to be over. Casey 
had agreed to cover for her for the weekend and she 
planned to spend the whole time with John. They had met 
every other day or so for two weeks now, coming up with 
different scenarios and acting them out. And this 
weekend was going to be a special one. This was going 
to be two days of her living a scenario, and she was 
really looking forward to it, but at the same time, she 
wanted the time to crawl by, because after this 
weekend, John was going back home (he still wouldn't 
tell her where) and they would be reduced to chat 
programs again. 

And that wasn't enough for her. She loved the feel of 
him inside of her, filling her pussy and groping her 
breasts and she already missed the taste of his cock 
and the feel of it in her mouth. She blushed a little 
at the thought. Two weeks ago she had been a virgin, 
and now she felt like such a slut. He was more than 
twice her age, and had a life and a job wherever he 
lived, and yet he was staying here to be with her, to 
have sex with her, and fulfill her fantasies. And she 
loved it. 

She sat now in the last class of the day and waited 
impatiently for the day to end. She could feel the wind 
on her sex under her long skirts as she wasn't wearing 
underwear. Every time she started thinking about him, 
she got all wet and sloppy and ruined another pair of 
panties. 

So she had stopped wearing them for now, just until her 
hormones were under control. And shorts were out of the 
question, as they would stain just as easily as the 
panties. She had to keep a low profile and that was 
just what she did. When the bell rang for the day she 
dashed to her locker and deposited her books then made 
a bee-line for the door. She wanted out of there before 
anything could happen. Once she was out in the open 
air, she headed for the bus stop, pulling her student 
ID out and getting on the bus. She rode downtown and 
headed to the taxi stand. She paid the driver to take 
her to the designated meeting spot for today and off 
she went.

John on the other hand, had the day to prepare. Another 
new hotel room and plenty of time on his hands, and he 
had things set up. Once he snuck Rachel in, he planned 
to lay down the scenario and see what she thought. It 
was going to be a rough one, but if she agreed, and he 
had no reason to think she wouldn't, she would be his, 
and at his mercy for two whole days. And he planned for 
her to be naked for those two days. He planned for her 
to be tied to the bed for at least half of one day, and 
to be in cuffs and a collar for the rest of it. But 
most of all, he planned to cum in every one of her 
holes, to bathe her in semen before she was done, and 
to leave his mark on her for good before he went back 
to Phoenix and resumed the long distance relationship. 

He was done setting things up and got dressed to head 
out to the meeting site to wait for her. He was in the 
ratty old car he had bought and had the suitcase in the 
trunk ready for her. But today there would be a twist. 
She couldn't get in it with any clothes on. It was a 
risky thing, making her strip outside and put on the 
cuffs and collar, the ball gag and blindfold, and then 
he would tie her ankles and put a vibrator in her pussy 
before the trip. 

But he wanted to see how far she would go. They had a 
secluded place to change her over, and it wouldn't take 
too long. He just wanted to see what level of trust he 
had achieved with her. And he planned to use that trust 
to his full advantage. She had managed to shatter his 
composure that first time, but he had it back, and he 
was back to being the user, the master in their 
relationship. And she was the sex object, the pet. She 
was his sweet candy girl.

He met her on time and she slipped into the seat beside 
him. He looked over at her and smiled. She wore a long 
skirt, no panties, a tee with no bra, and sandals. This 
might be easier than he thought. 

"I have a surprise for you, Candygirl. I have a 
scenario for us to act out. You remember the last time 
we were together and I said I wanted to have a long 
running story with you? Well, here it is. I want you to 
be my slave girl. You've been kidnapped from your bed, 
your clothes cut away, and you've been bound and 
gagged, and stuffed in a suitcase for transport. You 
could hear through the fabric when they moved you that 
you have been sold for a quarter million dollars to 
your new owner, and he has taken you away. We'll act it 
out from there. What do you think?"

She smiled hugely. "I love Master/slave play! Let's do 
that! You have me all weekend, to break and use as you 
choose. Load me in the suitcase, and let's get going."

"It's not that simple, Candygirl. You have to be 
dressed for the part. Look in the glove compartment." 

She opened it and took out what lay within. A ball gag, 
blind fold, collar, handcuffs, a broad Velcro strap and 
a remote control vibrator. 

"You want me to put these on, right? I can do that."

"Oh, so very much more than that, Pet. That is all 
you'll be wearing before you go into the suitcase. 
You'll change right here, and I'll walk you back and 
close you into the suitcase. With your feet and hands 
restrained and that vibrator in you, turned on and 
controlled by me. Further, this will be more than play. 
There are no breaks, no safewords, and few rules. I 
will lay down my three promises though." And she knew 
he would keep his promises. He always kept them, every 
time he made them. 

"One, I will not mark you permanently. Two, I will 
always use a condom. And three, you will have the time 
of your life, Candygirl. We'll have two one hour breaks 
every day and one tonight, but other than that you'll 
maintain your role at all times." 

She looked like a deer in the headlights, looking out 
the window of the old car at the little rest area they 
were parked in. There was no one around to see them, 
but she was nervous as hell about it. But the very idea 
of being his toy for two days was turning her on 
already and she was eager to see how it played out. She 
started putting on the collar, then stripped her shirt 
off, kicked out of her sandals and slid her skirt down 
her legs and off before turning so he could put the 
ball gag in place and handcuff her hands behind her 
back. Then they were out of the car and she walked, 
naked and scared, to the back of the car. He hooked a 
finger in the ring on her collar and pulled her up into 
a kiss. It was deep and loving and his free hand cupped 
and squeezed one breast as he kissed her deeply and 
powerfully.

After they separated, she breathing heavily and a 
little shaky on her feet, he opened the trunk and then 
the suitcase and lifted her up to put her inside. Once 
she was situated in the case, he blindfolded her, had 
her spread her legs so he could insert the vibrator 
into her dripping wet pussy and then used the Velcro 
straps to bind her ankles and knees together. She was 
trussed up and ready to deliver. Looking down at her, 
he had the idea of heading for Phoenix right now, 
taking her with him and turning their two day 
Master/slave play into something a bit more permanent. 
But he resisted. 

He stood looking down at her then took out the remote 
for the vibrator, and quickly cranked the speed up to 
maximum. Even from here he could hear it humming. He 
smiled as she squirmed and slowly turned to down to a 
slow, steady hum that would last for hours. Then he 
zipped up the suitcase and closed the trunk and walked 
back to the driver seat. 

He was back on the road and spent an hour or so just 
driving around downtown. He would play with the remote 
at stop lights and smile at what she must be feeling, 
and finally turned into the drive of his hotel. It was 
a warm day and he didn't want her suffocating back 
there, after all. Putting on the glasses that completed 
his disguise, he went through the motions of unloading 
his suitcase and taking it up to his room. 

When he got there he laid the suitcase on the bed and 
went to change, letting her rest there for a while, 
keeping her in the cramped, warm suitcase as he played 
constantly with the remote control. When he finally 
unzipped the suitcase and looked in at her, she was 
shuddering in lust, covered in sweat and squirming, 
trying to get some movement. 

He lifted her out, kicked the suitcase off the bed, and 
laid her on it. "Well, let me see what I have purchased 
for myself here. You certainly cost me a pretty penny 
my little one, and bought sight unseen, as such things 
usually go. And all wrapped up like a present at that. 
I think I'll leave you as you are for the moment, and 
enjoy the view and perhaps take a few pictures." 

He already knew that she was alright with pictures; he 
had given a solemn oath not to post a single one 
anywhere on the internet, and only to keep them for 
personal use. And that was the plan. He positioned her 
in various poses and snapped pictures with his digital 
camera. When he had plenty, he caressed her, delighted 
when she flinched at his touch. She was so lovely, so 
soft and vibrant. And covered with sweat like this, her 
skin was glowing and smooth. Sexier than she had ever 
been before, in his opinion. 

He released the Velcro around her legs and ankles, and 
used rope to tie her legs spread out to the foot board, 
drawing her out snugly. She put up a token resistance, 
and he gave her a little sharp slap across her bare ass 
to punish her. Once he was done there, he repeated the 
process for her arms, until she was spread-eagle face 
up on the bed. He ran a hand down her nude body and 
smiled. The feel of her under his hand was so perfect. 

She shivered as he caressed her and then ran his hand 
over her pubic hair. "Well, this is certainly 
unacceptable. A good slave shouldn't have any body 
hair. Let's see what we can do about it shall we?"

He retreated to the bathroom and returned with a razor 
and shave gel. Lathering her up he shaved her 
carefully, gently, and with careful strokes. He used 
his thumbs to caress her pussy as he worked and when 
she was done, and smooth as a babies ass, he spread 
some crème from a tube over her pubic mound. She knew 
what it was immediately, and the burning quickly told 
her she was right. The heat was intense, uncomfortable 
and not the least bit erotic. She was whimpering in 
discomfort for the next five minutes, and when he wiped 
it off, her pussy was smooth, and would stay that way 
for weeks. It was also very, very sensitive. And a 
light caress from him excited her to no end. 

He smiled as he applied light touches and kisses to her 
sex, then rubbed an ice chip over the hot, sensitive 
area. She gasped and squealed into the gag at the 
sudden change in sensations and bucked her hips 
involuntarily. He smiled and alternated between his 
warm tongue and the ice as he played with her freshly 
shaven slit and caressed her, working her close to an 
orgasm, taking her to that very ragged edge where she 
was just at the cusp of going over. 

And then he stopped. 

She whimpered into the gag, moaning and trying anything 
to move her body enough to get that last little touch, 
that last bit of contact that would push her over the 
edge. But to no avail. She was bound too tightly, and 
he was making sure she couldn't get off until he was 
ready. And it would be hours yet before he was ready. 
There was still plenty of game left in him, and while 
he had a raging, throbbing erection, it would be a long 
time before he made use of it. Master/slave play was 
all about control, and not sex. 

A good master, or Dom as they are usually called, 
doesn't even have sex on his mind. It is all about 
controlling his slave, or Sub. And while he wasn't a 
professional, he had enough self control now to keep 
from taking what he really wanted, which was her. He 
could fuck her any time he wanted, but this was about 
something more. This was about building control. 

And not just over her character, not just in the story. 
But control over Rachel herself. This was really about 
domination, and he planned to see to it that he didn't 
slip again like he had that first time with her. She 
had seen through him somehow, and that was 
unacceptable. If he wanted to insure that she would 
tell no one about him, about them, and thus keep him 
and his hobby safe, then he had to have control. He had 
lost control just once and it had nearly cost him. But 
he had changed plans and was trying it from a different 
tack. And it was just a matter of time before she was 
his. 

And she was different from the other three. Far 
different. While Claire, Amanda, and Amy had all lost 
interest for him in a year or two, he had a feeling 
Rachel was a longer term project, something more 
permanent. And with some more grooming, some more 
training, he would have her right where he wanted her. 
As his. It would be two years yet before he could 
really act on it, before he could take her home for 
good, but that was not too long to wait. A girl like 
this came along once in a lifetime. And he could visit 
often, reaffirm the bond... and he could send her 
gifts, and other things to bind her to him. 

He let her lie on the bed, shivering a bit and still 
blind to the room, for an hour as he sat on the chair 
and watched her. She whimpered and pulled at her bonds, 
struggled and cried, and finally gave up. That was when 
he touched her again. Not in a sexual way, but a firm 
hand on her cheek, holding her face still so he could 
look at it. There were tears on her face, and she was 
trembling slightly. Really acting the part. A thin line 
of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth and down to 
the sheets and she was covered in dried sweat and her 
body was as tense as a drum. This was the most 
realistic session they had ever enacted, and he was 
enjoying this degree of control over her. 

"Hmm, lets find out about you, my new pet." He said, 
removing the gag and listening to her whimper for a 
bit. "What's your name, Pet."

"I... I'm Alexis. Please let me go, I won't tell, I 
promise. I miss my mommy and my brother and I wanna go 
home." 

The last word was drawn out into a hitching sob and he 
smiled. She was very good at this; he was looking 
forward to finding out just how good before he was 
done. "I can't do that, Pet. I paid good money to get 
you. Your stepfather was very eager to have you gone." 

That was a good touch and he smiled at the reaction. 
She cried out and started sobbing. She could be an 
actress someday she was so good. 

"NOoooooooo...Nononononononono, please tell me that's 
not true. Please ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseoh..." She 
stopped when he slapped her cheek and started sobbing 
again. 

It hadn't been a hard hit, just a play slap. He hadn't 
ever really hit her yet, but planned to before this 
weekend was over. He planned to take his hand to her 
bare ass and make it sting. He hadn't promised not to 
hurt her, after all. But he had to be careful with it, 
no bruises after all, and nothing on the arms, legs, or 
face. He'd have to restrict his attentions in that way 
to her ass and tits. But the rest of her was still on 
the table for anything else. He was creative enough 
with his bondage to keep from leaving any marks, and 
she knew better than to struggle too much. Cuts on the 
wrists and ankles were hard to explain on a sixteen 
year old girl. 

He let her weep for a while and returned to caressing 
her face, a soothing caress that was designed to relax 
her, to make her slowly start to trust him. 

"Well, I think you going home is certainly out of the 
question, meaning that place is no longer home for you, 
Pet. Leave it, and all in it, behind, your mother knew, 
how could she not? Her young daughter suddenly gone; 
her husband reluctant to even try to look for her, and 
a sudden large influx of cash into their bank 
account... Two hundred thousand reasons not to care. 
But don't worry pet, I'll take care of you. The name 
Alexis should be left behind too. I'll call you pet for 
now, until I find a better name for you. But you are 
only to answer to pet, am I understood?"

"What? No! Alexis is my name, why would I leave my name 
behind, mister? And who are you? Why did you do this to 
me?" She asked, tossing her head and trying to get the 
blindfold off, trying to see anything. 

He sighed and reached over to remove the blindfold. 
After her eyes adjusted to the light, she stared at 
him, fear and hate in her eyes as he smiled at her. 

"Who, who are you? Why did you do this?"

He smiled and shook his head. "My name isn't important, 
Pet. You can just call me Master. I am your owner, your 
one and only reason for being. And I plan to keep you 
for a very long time. You are quite lovely, and from 
what I can see, your limber little body will make me 
happy for a long, long time." 

This elicited a sob from her, she started saying no 
over and over again and shaking his head. He just 
lifted his hand as if to slap her and she squealed and 
turned away from him, cringing against the blow. He 
nodded and laid his hand on her chest between her 
breasts. Smiling her caressed her skin and hummed a 
soothing song for her as she settled down and she 
slowly turned to look at him again. 

"Please just let me go, please oh please. I don't want 
to stay with you." 

"Where would you go, Pet? Tell me where you'd go and I 
just may? You can't go to the police, you promised not 
to tell anyone, ever. And promises are very important; 
they should not be made lightly. Once you make one, you 
are honour bound to keep it forever. So where else is 
there to go?"

She opened her mouth to say home, and stopped. There 
was no home, no place for her to go. "I... I don't 
know... I just don't. But please oh please I don't want 
to stay here. I don't want you to hurt me." 

"How have I hurt you, Pet? The little slap I gave you? 
You were hysterical, and were going to hurt yourself. I 
just gave you a little something to focus your 
attention. And it worked, you are no longer hysterical. 
You are restrained for the same reason. I will shelter 
you, feed you, clothe you, and all I ask in return is 
that you provide me with some form of recompense. Sex 
is a small price to pay for all I offer, Pet."

"Stop calling me that! My name is Alexis! Alexis, not 
pet." 

He grabbed her then, his hand shooting up from her 
chest to her neck and he hopped up on the bed to 
straddle her and he pushed her back into the pillows 
with the hand on her neck, fingers slowly squeezing to 
cut off her air as he placed his face an inch from 
hers. He let her choke for a moment, his weight on her 
chest coupled with the hand on her neck bringing real 
fear to her eyes as he watched. Then he let her breathe 
again, and she was gasping and coughing as he raised 
his weight up and off of her. 

Rachel however, had been a little scared of him ever 
since he picked her up. Something was different about 
him and she couldn't put a finger on it. He had been 
colder, somehow and more demanding. The very idea of 
being naked in public... and while she still didn't 
like riding in the trunk of the car (What if they got 
in an accident) She had come to see it as a 
necessity... after all if anyone saw them together it 
was over. And she had been really looking forward to 
this weekend, so his rules hadn't bothered her. She 
would have liked a safe rule, but she understood why he 
didn't use one. First, it detracted from the feel of 
the session. Second, with the gag, and his choking her, 
she couldn't use the word. 

She had played along, using the fake tears that got her 
so much from her parents to add to the realism of the 
session and he had played along great! But now she was 
scared as hell. She didn't mind the slap, she was 
hoping he would slap her harder next time, but the 
choking had scared the hell out of her. His eyes were 
so cold and hard when he had been looking at her. And 
he had been really choking her. Not playing at all. She 
had trouble breathing and her throat still hurt even 
after the coughing stopped. She lay on the bed, feeling 
suddenly very exposed and very alone as he watched her, 
and felt herself as tense as a guitar string. Then he 
was off the bed and still looking a her. 

"What is your name?"

"Alexis." She stated very firmly. 

He nodded once and walked over to a briefcase sitting 
on the dresser. Opening it, he rummaged around inside 
and returned with something. Sitting on the bed, he 
took her breast in one hand and held up the item with 
the other. It was a clamp. The kind he had explained to 
her was a cloverleaf clamp, designed to be used on the 
nipple. He looked at her with the clamp in full view 
and asked again.

"What is your name?"

"Alexis." She said defiantly. 

He opened the clamp and lowered it to her nipple. He 
didn't close it slowly, but let it snap closed on her 
nipple hard. She gasped, but didn't cry out. 

"Alexis, my name is Alexis."

He clamped the other nipple, and she could see there 
was a thin chain connecting the two clamps. They had 
little teeth that bit hard into the tender flesh of her 
nipples and stung, but they didn't really hurt. And 
then his hand went lower, caressing her pussy and he 
carefully extracted one of her labia with his fingers, 
pinching it ever so slightly as he looked at her and 
produced another clamp. 

"Alexis... I'm still Alexis."

He lowered the clamp to her bald pussy and she could 
feel the cold steel against her flesh as he held it for 
a moment, and then let it snap closed. This time she 
really had to work to stifle the scream. A sob hitched 
her throat and she looked away as real tears, much 
hotter than the fake ones, rolled down her cheeks. She 
felt him prepare her other labia and squirmed trying to 
get away from him. The pain was a lance up into her 
middle, and his face had been so passive, so cold as he 
hurt her... but she remembered that it was just a game, 
and that he wasn't really like that. She looked back at 
him and he was holding another clip, looking at her. 

"Alexis."

The fourth clip closed with a snap on her pussy and she 
cried out once, the pain sharp and stabbing as she 
squirmed, trying to get away from the pain, but the 
clamps were firm on her flesh, and she couldn't shake 
them off. He gave her a bit to settle and gently took 
the chain connecting the ones on her nipples and slowly 
pulled it taught. As he tugged a little more, the 
design of the clamps caused them to tighten, and she 
had to arch her back off of the bed more and more to 
keep them from squeezing too tightly. He pulled until 
she couldn't arch up any more and then just a hair 
further and held her there. 

Eventually her strength would give and she would have 
to relax, causing the clamps to become much, much 
tighter on her nipples. He held her there for a while 
and as she started to shake and whimper, at her 
strengths end, he pulled up hard, once drawing a cry 
from her before releasing the chain and letting her 
fall back. 

She was shaking all over and covered in sweat as he 
gently took up the chain attached to the clamps on her 
labia. Looking her directly in the eyes, he cocked his 
head to one side. 

"M... my... my name is... is... Pet, master." She said, 
turning her face away from him and sobbing little. 

He had succeeded in starting to break her and she knew 
she had to give in eventually. He nodded and carefully 
removed the clamps from the lips of her pussy and set 
them aside. He let her sob, coming to terms with what 
she had become, caressing her chest with his hand, 
caressing her breasts and inner thighs with careful 
touches and slow caresses. He had shown her pain and 
now pleasure, a reward for accepting what she was now. 
He was careful of his progress, making sure that he 
took her slowly to the very cusp of pleasure again, 
before stopping once more, before again denying her 
what she so desperately sought. 

He knew her pussy was tender, a little sore and very 
sensitive from the Nair he had used to remove the roots 
of her pubic hair. It left the skin super sensitive and 
the package recommended they not have any sexual 
intercourse for at least two days. But he didn't care 
about the package. He planned to leave her weak and 
quivering and remembering him for a long time after he 
left. She cried when he stopped, and squirmed around, 
trying to get that last little bit that would push her 
over the edge, but she still couldn't get there, he had 
her too well tied. 

"Please oh please master, please let me cum, I want to 
cum, master."

"Not yet, pet. You still have lessons to learn. You can 
never refer to yourself as 'I'. You are just 'Pet' now. 
Say what you just said again, but properly, this time." 

"Please, master, please let Pet cum, Pet wants to cum 
master."

He spent the next two hours like that, she tied to the 
bed he brought her just to the brink twice more before 
leaving off, leaving her more and more frustrated and 
more and more agitated, more frazzled and more 
desperate to climax. Then he untied her legs, letting 
her squirm around a bit, but delivering a sharp crack 
across her ass with his hand when she tried to use her 
legs to get herself off. 

"You will only climax when I say you may, pet. Do that 
again and you'll spend the night in full restraints as 
well as the gag and blindfold. Am I understood?"

"Yes master, Pet understands master. But pet wants to 
cum sooooo badly, master. What can pet do to be allowed 
to cum?"

"We'll see soon, Pet. We'll see soon. But I wish to cum 
too. Will you let me fuck you, pet?"

"Oh, yes master, Pet knows she is yours master, please 
fuck pet, master."

He smiled as he turned from her. She had given 
permission just as he knew she would. He put on a 
condom and returned to the bed to kneel between her 
legs. She spread them willingly and raised her waist up 
a little from the bed for him, and he simply spread a 
little blob of lube on the end of the condom and took 
her by one leg to lift her up higher, then lined his 
cock up and smeared the cool lube around a little. 

When she felt where he was aiming, she started to 
squirm. He had promised her he would never fuck her ass 
without her permission, but there was nothing she could 
do right now, she had promised to stay in her role as a 
slave girl for the whole weekend. And promises were 
important, he had made sure she understood that... but 
why was he breaking one now. 

"Oh, master please, not there. Pet has never been 
fucked there, master, it would hurt me... pet so much." 
She caught herself quickly, but he still noted the 
slip. "Please master, fuck my pussy." Two lapses. He'd 
have to really punish her for that now. 

"You just said I could fuck you, you begged be to fuck 
you, but you didn't specify where. You didn't even ask 
me where I would fuck you, Pet. So I can fuck you 
anywhere I want. And I want to fuck your lovely round 
ass." With that he applied a bit more pressure, going 
slowly, letting her have time to adjust to the feel of 
his cock as it started to press into her sweet, smooth 
virgin ass. He will have had every one of her holes 
now, and when he was done he will have pumped his semen 
into every hole as well. She had swallowed his seed, 
but he had not filled her pussy with it yet. He would 
in time, but that time was not now. The risk was too 
great. 

Then with a little pop, the head of his cock was in the 
tight heat of her ass. He applied a bit more lube and 
slowly started to stroke back and forth, sinking his 
cock a little deeper into her tight chute with every 
movement, and she was sobbing and moaning as he forced 
entry into her body. He was so large and her tiny hole 
was so small in comparison. She felt somewhat betrayed 
and violated as he pushed deeper and deeper into her 
with every movement. Then his hand started to caress 
her pussy, and soon her taxed, tight strung sex was 
humming in pleasure, offsetting the burning, stretching 
feeling his cock was making in her ass. His hand 
flicked expertly over her clit and lips, and he circled 
her opening and slipped into her wet, welcoming heat as 
his cock pushed deeper and deeper into her ass. 

And then she could feel the hot weight of his balls 
resting against her ass, and knew he was in her 
completely. Deeper than he could go into her pussy. His 
cock was long and thick, and he hit bottom in her pussy 
very quickly, leaving almost two inches of his cock out 
of her body. But here the whole length of his cock was 
buried in her ass, and she felt a little less pain from 
it. He slowly worked back and forth, making short 
thrusts as he fucked her ass, and soon he was making 
long, full thrusts into her, with a little help from 
the lube. 

A few minutes in she felt the pain, steadily receding, 
vanish almost completely and a minute more started to 
enjoy the sensation, actually feeling very, very good 
as he stroked full length into her ass. He was going 
faster now, holding both legs with his hands as he 
rammed into her, and with a grunt, she felt his cock 
swell as he emptied his load into the condom. 

She didn't even come close to an orgasm, but she could 
feel pleasure from the act. It wasn't orgasmic 
pleasure, but the very feel of all of him buried in her 
body was some pleasure and after her body had adjusted 
and the pain diminished, she had felt some pleasure. He 
let his cock get soft within her before pulling out, 
but then he quickly slipped something in its place and 
she felt the cool rubber of a plug in her tender, sore 
hole. Then he untied her arms, and sat her up to hug 
her. 

"We'll take our hour tonight here, Candygirl."

***

They spent the first part of the hour resting, relaxing 
in each others arms and letting the tension flow out of 
them. She knew better than to ask questions about the 
game. All she needed to know was how she would react as 
each situation arises. She was a bit sore where he had 
fucked her, and her ass was tender and felt over-full 
from both the feel of his cock within her and the plug 
that still rested there. But overall she felt good, the 
sensations were lovely and she felt more alive than she 
had before today. 

"Are you enjoying, Candygirl?" He asked her as they 
began to disentangle. 

She nodded and sat up, wincing a bit as her weight came 
to rest on her sore ass. "You didn't tell me we would 
be doing anal. I thought you promised not to until I 
agreed."

"And I kept that promise. You asked me to fuck you, to 
let you feel my cock inside of you. And that's what I 
did. I didn't say I wouldn't have anal sex with you. 
And you didn't specify that before we started. I made 
you three promises, do you remember them?"

She nodded again as she stood, stretching a little, 
enjoying the feel of his eyes on her tender young 
flesh. "You won't leave any permanent marks, you would 
always use a condom, and I would have the time of my 
life."

"Have I lied or broken any of those promises to you? Or 
any promise I have ever made?" He asked her seriously. 
He knew part of the trick to keeping her happy and 
quiet about their relationship was to treat her like an 
adult. He already knew her parents treated her like a 
baby, she was the youngest of three, with two older 
brothers who got all of the attention and affection. 
She had been treated like a doll her whole life. 

She shook her head. "No, I guess not. But this is 
really uncomfortable. Can I take the plug out?"

He shook his head. "Not yet. I am guessing you have a 
too-full feeling like you really have to go to the 
bathroom." She nodded. "We're going to take care of 
that soon, then a shower, and then dinner before we get 
back into character. We might run a bit over the hour 
tonight but we'll make up for it tomorrow, promise." He 
planned to skip their hour for lunch completely and 
just continue with the session. They chatted back and 
forth for a bit and then moved to the bathroom. He took 
some things out of his bags and had her bend over the 
sink. 

Filling a hot water bottle with warm water, he attached 
a hose and carefully removed the plug from her tender 
sphincter. Then, after applying a dollop of lube, he 
gently pushed the hose into her ass and let the warm 
water drain into her, filling her bowels for a warm 
water enema. Mixed in with the water was a stimulant 
similar to GHB that acted as an aphrodisiac. 

He had her rinse three times then filed her one more 
time and replaced the plug before she could void. She 
would hold the fluid in her body until after the 
shower, to get the full cleansing and to give the drug 
she didn't know was there time to absorb into her blood 
stream. He planned to make her cum so hard that she 
would pass out tonight. 

After the shower, she voided and he had her rinse 
herself off one more time before they went out to eat 
dinner. He had called out for room service when they 
were in the bathroom and it was ready and waiting. They 
ate and then cuddled for a bit before he had her return 
to her place on the bed and he placed the handcuffs 
back on her and they resumed the session. 

***

Rachel felt a little strange. The stuffed, 
uncomfortable feeling was gone from her ass, and so was 
the soreness and tenderness. But he had replaced the 
plug and now that she was back in character there was 
no way to ask about it. Not that it made a difference. 
It was part of the session, and she was eager to 
continue. He came to her then and looked over her 
slender, naked form. 

"Did you enjoy that, pet?" He asked in that 
unmistakable tone, the tone that said he was in charge 
and in character. To her it seemed a bit too natural 
for him, like he had played this role far too often or 
perhaps that it wasn't a role at all, like the John she 
knew was the character and this was the real man. But 
she pushed those thoughts aside and nodded to him. 

"Yes, Master. But pet still wants to leave. Please let 
pet go. Pet doesn't know where she'll go but she's so 
scared here."

"Why are you so scared, Pet? Are you scared of me?"

She shook her head a bit, then stopped and nodded. 
"Yes, you scare pet. You just want to own her, to keep 
her yours and use her body."

"There's nothing wrong with that, pet. You have a 
lovely body and it should be appreciated. But that 
isn't all I want you for. I will feed you and give you 
a home, nice clothes and nice things. I'll send you to 
school and teach you a great many things and all I ask 
for in return is for you to use your body and all you 
learn to please me. And you will learn much about 
pleasure, and pleasing and being pleased by both men 
and women. Is that so bad?"

She looked confused for a few moments and tugged at her 
handcuffs. "Can you let pet up from the bed, at least? 
She promises not to run, or to try and fight."

"I certainly hope not, Pet. We're at my hunting lodge 
in the middle of nowhere. The nearest other person is 
an hour away by foot, if you know which way to go 
through the woods. If you follow the road, on foot it's 
four hours. And in the winter like this you wouldn't 
make it very far." He had given her their setting. The 
hotel was just the stage. Now she knew the hunting 
cabin was the set. The rest was just their imagination. 

As he unlocked the handcuffs, he watched her closely 
and gave her hand a light little slap when she reached 
for the plug. "Ah-ah that stays in for now. We'll 
remove it later, walk around a bit, I'm sure you are 
stiff. And look in the box on the table, there is a 
little gift there for you, when you're ready for it, 
that is." 

She walked around the room, pretending to be stiff and 
awkward before making her way to the table. She had 
wondered what was in the little wooden box and as it 
came open her eyes got wide. Inside, laid out neatly, 
was a collar with matching wrist and ankle cuffs, and a 
body harness all in shiny black leather and chrome 
buckles and rings. It was a slave harness. And there 
were locks on every buckle, so once it was on only the 
person with the key could let her out of it again. She 
felt herself getting wet, but couldn't let her real 
excitement show. Pet wouldn't be ready for this yet, 
and likely wouldn't know what it was either. 

"Wh-what's this, master?" She asked him as she lifted 
out the collar. 

He rose from the bed, as naked as she was, and came 
over to take the collar from her hands. "Let me show 
you. Lift your hair out of the way." She did as she was 
asked and he placed the collar around her neck and 
locked it shut. "There you are, my pet. A collar, just 
for you. 

She felt at it with her hands. It was a bit snug, but 
comfortable, lined with soft leather and fitted just 
for her. As her fingers found the buckle, she feigned 
panic. "Oh! Please no. Please take it off. I don't want 
this. Pleaseohpleasehplease..."

He grabbed her wrists then and quickly, deftly pulled 
them together and slipped the handcuffs on again. She 
pulled weakly at them and he gave her face one of his 
little fake slaps. The hardest he felt comfortable 
doing. She acted as if he had given her the full arm, 
falling to the floor sobbing as he stood over her. He 
watched for a moment and then took the ankle cuffs from 
the box and locked them in place, then took a length of 
rope from his kit and made a few loops and knots around 
an arm chair as she watched. 

When he was done he came for her again. She crawled as 
quickly as her bound hands allowed into the corner and 
tried to hide from him. He simply grabbed an ankle and 
dragged her out into the floor. When she fought him, he 
grabbed an arm and hoisted her from the floor and 
carried her over to the table. He gave her ass a good 
hard slap, a real one, as she struggled, and then two 
more as she squirmed and fought and she subsided into 
sobbing as he set her down and bent her over the table. 

The handcuffs were quickly replaced with the leather 
wrist cuffs and she found herself bent over the table 
and her ankles fastened to the legs of the table with 
Velcro straps and then her wrists pulled out and bound 
to the table with more of the straps. 

She was immobilised and her ass, still stinging from 
the slaps he had given her was exposed and unprotected. 

"Now, we are going to address a few issues. Number one: 
I am your master, and always in charge. You will obey 
me, you will pleasure me when I want and anyone else I 
tell you to as well. Number two: Resistance will be 
punished. No one knows where you are, or where you have 
been taken. So no one is going to come and rescue you. 
No one knows and more importantly, no one cares. Am I 
understood? You can fight me and be punished, or 
surrender and be pleasured and pampered as you have 
never been before. Now, you have slipped three times, 
you did not call me master and you did not call 
yourself pet twice. For that we have punishment." 

From his kit he took a whip with a few hundred long 
rubber lashes on it. "The normal penalty is twenty 
lashes for each. That however would leave you unable to 
sit for days. So I will treat you lightly, like the 
child you are, and give you five each." With that he 
proceeded to lash her ass with the whip, giving fifteen 
strokes quickly, one after the other that had her 
squealing and wiggling in her bonds. 

When he was done, he set the whip aside and came up 
behind her to rub his hands over her red, tender ass. 
He had given her real strokes of the whip, as hard as 
he would give if she were old enough to legally be his 
lover and not have to worry about marks or screaming. 

"Now, I know that hurt and that you are scared and 
alone, but I have nothing but your best interest at 
heart, Pet. And now I'll prove it. I will deliver 
punishment and pain when I need to. But I will also 
deliver pleasure and reward whenever I can." 

He began removing her bonds, leaving the cuffs and 
collar on her and let her stand on shaky legs, hands 
rubbing her tender, red ass. She could feel the heat 
from her tender flesh and had felt a moment of real 
panic when he had begun, wondering if she had perhaps 
gotten in over her head. The whip had stung and hurt 
like nothing else ever had in her life. But then it was 
over and his caress was even more intimate and tender 
than before. 

Her sensitive skin felt so alive and hot, and 
surprisingly she was wetter than she had ever been 
before. He placed her in the chair and pulled her arms 
up and over her head, tying them back with the rope so 
they were out of the way. Then he lifted her legs up 
over the arms of the chair and lifted her so her ass 
was suspended and tied her ankles back. With the 
cushioning on the arms of the chair she was rather 
comfortable. 

A few loops of rope around her legs and they were held 
immobile. And then he was kneeling down before her, one 
hand caressing her face and neck as the other lightly 
stroked her inner thighs and bare, bald labia. In 
moments she was gasping and wiggling as his hands 
caressed her, bringing waves of pleasure and chasing 
away all but the memory of the pain. Then his thumb 
clicked a button on the plug in her ass and it began to 
vibrate within her, providing a counter-point to the 
attentions of his hands as he placed both around her 
pussy and used his thumbs to spread her dripping sex 
wide open. 

As his tongue slid over her hot, wet sex, she gasped 
and arched her back. Straining against her bonds she 
moaned out loud and felt waves of intense pleasure 
build inside her, building towards orgasm. And just as 
before, he got her to the ragged edge and stopped, 
leaving her to come down as he rose and walked over to 
his kit. He took a few things out and returned, 
standing looking down at her as she was panting and 
wiggling; trying to give herself the release she had so 
far been denied. 

He knelt before her again and applied a bit of clear 
gel to each nipple and then to her clitoris and inner 
labia. Giving it a moment to set, he blew on it gently 
and smiled as he heard her gasp as the gel heated up. 
The gel would provide heat and increase the blood flow 
to the areas where it was applied, granting her greater 
pleasure. Coupled with the tenderness of her sex from 
the hair remover and the heightened senses from the 
drug, it should give her the most powerful orgasm she 
had ever had before. 

He went back to playing with her then, toying with her 
clit and labia, licking and kissing at her pussy and 
inner thighs as he felt her pleasure grow and diminish 
by turns, each rise taking a little less time and each 
fall taking a little more. 

When he had her at the very edge of sanity he gave her 
five straight minutes to relax and come down off of her 
crest as he carefully rolled on a condom and applied 
one drop of the drug to the tip. Her breathing was 
ragged and she was covered in sweat, her pussy dripping 
juices and her nipples hard and sensitive. He lined his 
cock up with her pussy and smeared the drug around the 
rim of her opening. She gasped at the contrast between 
the cold liquid and the heat of her sex. 

His hands came up to caress her nipples as he kissed 
her neck and jaw, but never the mouth, never the lips. 
She was arching up to meet him, her dripping wet sex 
open and inviting and he let her be on that ragged edge 
for a moment, before thrusting forward with a single 
long, smooth stroke to fill her. She cried out and 
pulled hard at her bonds. The little ribs and dots on 
the condom caressing and massaging all along her canal 
as he thrust into her. He didn't slow, but kept his 
attention on her breasts and neck as he thrust into her 
rapidly over and over again. 

Her first orgasm crested less than a minute later, and 
was followed very quickly by two more. And as he 
caressed her and plunged his cock deep into her heat, 
each thrust carrying him as deep into her as he could 
go without hurting her he felt her cum no less than six 
times. Until finally she cried out long and hard, 
gasping for breath, and collapsing in the restraints 
unconscious. He smiled at this, caressing her face and 
neck with his hands and untying her carefully. He 
hadn't cum, but he hadn't planned to. The condom was 
just in case, and it kept him from getting any of the 
drugs in his blood stream in addition to being an 
additional stimulant. 

He laid her out on the bed and carefully slipped the 
harness on her. A strap around each thigh in place of a 
garter, a pair that crossed between her breasts and 
kept a metal ring there were connected to a belt that 
ran around her waist and then down to the garters. And 
a few more criss-crossed across her belly with several 
of the chrome rings to keep them in place.

 There were plenty of places to attach all manner of 
toys, and he attached the wrist cuffs to rings on her 
waist, replaced the blindfold and placed a bit in her 
mouth and the long vibrator dildo filled her slick, 
tender pussy. He took pictures of her in several 
different poses, then fastened her ankles together and 
used a strap around her thighs to add to the bondage 
and another to connect her ankles to her waist, 
rendering her completely immobile. 

He looked down at her then; she had passed from 
unconsciousness and into sleep. then covered her up and 
laid down next to her to sleep, and he was again 
tempted to pack her into his car and head for home. But 
he resisted temptation. She was beautiful laid out like 
this, covered in sweat and bare to his touch, to his 
pleasure and his mercy. Then he covered her with a 
blanket and slipped into the bed with her, watching her 
sleep for a moment before turning off the light to 
sleep, smiling contentedly as he did. 

***

Rachel woke to darkness. She was a bit stiff and sore, 
but not overly so. What was most distressing was the 
feeling of captivity. She was held immobile, and for a 
moment, she lay disoriented and panicked. Then it 
returned to her. She was with John, in his hotel room, 
and they were in a session. She was bound hand and foot 
from head to toe and she could feel that he had toys in 
both her pussy and ass. A little wiggling revealed the 
extent of the bondage to her, she was locked in the 
harness, a bit in her mouth and she was bound almost 
completely immobile upon the bed. There was no help for 
it. She lay still and revelled in the memories of their 
session together.

She had lost all sense of self for a while, giving 
herself over completely to the role, becoming Pet as 
she had never tried before. And he had shown her 
heaven. She had cum so hard that it had knocked her 
out. It was amazing. Her body was still humming with 
the memories of it, and she felt completely relaxed in 
that time. Laying in the darkness naked and bound, 
helpless, his property. She felt completely at peace, 
and she knew in that moment that she loved him. 

She had no idea how long she laid like that, in the 
dark, in the quiet, unable to move. But it was a while 
before she felt his hands upon her, caressing her body, 
feeling her warmth and exploring all that her tender 
flesh had to offer. His hands were alive upon her, 
caressing her breasts and ass, her legs and arms, her 
sides and neck. And she was shivering with the 
delicious feel of it. He turned on the vibrator in her 
pussy and caressed her clit with his fingers as he 
caressed her and teased her.

And then his mouth joined in, tasting her everywhere, 
her arms and legs, her ass and neck, and he lavished 
attention upon her breasts for a very long time, 
sucking at the nipples and biting at the flesh, 
squeezing and caressing until he had her moaning into 
the bit. Her breasts were small, and likely wouldn't 
get much past a B cup, if her mother was any 
indication. But they were so sensitive. 

And then he was just gone, his touch suddenly absent 
leaving her feeling empty and alone, cold despite the 
warmth of the room. How long she lay this time she 
didn't know, but it felt like forever. The steady 
thrumming of the vibrator had her on edge, antsy and 
more than a little wet as she lay moaning on the 
sheets. And then it started to change speeds. It would 
get faster and then slower, the speed moving up and 
down by turns as she moaned and wiggled in her 
restraints. 

Suddenly her legs were free and she felt him slipping 
something up her legs, like stockings that he attached 
to the straps around her thighs. Her arms were released 
one by one and covered with long gloves that kept her 
hands fisted and she was made to stand, still 
blindfolded, as he placed her in different restraints. 
She felt her weight come up off of the ground, and she 
was held suspended in the air, spread wide and open. A 
strap slipped between her thighs, attaching to the belt 
in the front and back to prevent the vibrator and plug 
from falling out and then the blindfold was removed. 

Rachel was suspended in the middle of the room, with 
straps that were affixed to a lightweight metal frame 
he had erected there. She was completely immobilised 
and at his mercy. He stood before her in a pair of 
black leather pants and nothing else and with the whip 
he had used on her yesterday swung idly from one hand. 

"The bondage body harness is one of the most useful 
tools in my possession. This particular harness will be 
more closely fitted to you at a later date and you will 
wear it always. It is designed to be worn in public 
either under clothes or with attachments that will 
cover... or reveal... whatever I choose. There are a 
great many accessories that can be attached to the 
harness and it can be used to restrict you in a great 
many ways, as you have already learned. The primary 
reason for this restraint is punishment. But I will 
have you on display on at least one occasion. This 
particular style of restraint is designed to allow 
access to your body in any way I see fit. Adding the 
sleeves and leggings allows me to immobilise your limbs 
and place you completely at my mercy. The bit will 
prevent you from screaming or calling out for 
assistance. And the addition of the remote control 
vibrator allows for both punishment and reward." 

At that he takes a remote control from a nearby table 
and thumbs the dial around, increasing the tempo and 
speed of the vibrations slowly, and causing the rings 
that circle the shaft to move and stimulate her canal. 
With the touch of a button the toy turns off 
completely, leaving her gasping for breath and moaning 
into the bit. They spent the next several hours going 
over different positions and uses of the harness, use 
of ropes and more than a dozen different toys. Rachel 
was starved and exhausted by the time he called the 
hour for the evening. She hadn't eaten since the night 
before and he left her hanging in the harness as he 
ordered room service. She retreated to the shower as he 
received the food and he joined her to wash off. They 
were both covered in sweat and fluids and were 
shivering with exhaustion. 

***

"Well, Candygirl, I think that's enough mood setting. 
Let's pretend we fast forward a few months. You've been 
property for half a year, kept sequestered and 
constantly trained and taught, punished and rewarded by 
turns. It may be a bit awkward, but I think you'd have 
adapted at that point."

She nodded as she ate. "Yeah, I'd have learned to do as 
I was told that I was only there for sex, and for your 
pleasure."

"Well, not entirely. I wouldn't just keep you for sex. 
You would learn more than how to provide physical 
pleasure. You'd be schooled by some top-notch tutors 
and learn more than just fucking. That's not a useful 
slave. A pleasure girl is useful only for physical 
gratification, while a properly trained slave is useful 
in a great many ways. To that end, you'll get clothes 
to wear over the harness. Just a skirt and shirt, 
nothing that would restrict my access, but enough so 
you could go out in public if I wanted you to." 

He described the situation a bit more and smiled 
inwardly. In their original sessions, she had always 
referred to her characters in the third person. Never 
as if it was really her. He was setting a good 
groundwork for real training down the road. But for 
now, he was enjoying just playing with her like this, 
and planned to enjoy the feel of her around him once 
more tonight, and then set her up in the door harness 
before going to sleep. 

***

After their rest, he had her pull on a blouse and skirt 
on over the harness, as well as stockings and shoes, 
and put her hair up in pigtails. When she was dressed, 
she looked like a sixteen year old school girl. He 
couldn't even tell that she wore the harness under the 
outfit. But she wore no panties, and no bra. The shirt 
was loose enough to push up and reveal her breasts and 
while she wasn't wearing the cuffs on her wrists or 
ankles, he still knew how to restrain her almost 
completely. Her youth and innocence was fully intact. 
Her skin glowed and he felt an erection growing just 
looking at her. 

He had her walk around the room, seeing how comfortable 
the harness was under clothes and played with the 
controls for the vibrator that she still wore under the 
skirt. After a bit he removed the crotch strap and the 
vibrator but left the plug. Then he snapped his fingers 
once and she slipped down to her knees on the floor 
before him and rested her head on his leg. 

"You've been a good little pet lately. I haven't had to 
punish you for a while, have I?"

"No master, Pet has been good for master. But master 
can punish pet if he wants. Pet enjoys the masters 
attention."

He nodded and stroked her hair then had her stand to 
sit in his lap. "Tell me, Pet. Do you still want to 
leave here? Does your master still scare you?"

"No, master. Pet loves her master and is glad he took 
her in, and very glad he takes care of her." 

As she spoke he caressed her legs and up her sides and 
slipped her shirt out of the waist of her skirt, 
slipping it up and away from her breasts. She moaned 
and leaned back spreading her legs and placing her 
hands over his, he cupped her breasts and squeezed, 
pulling her back tight against him, kissing at her neck 
as he roughly caressed her breasts, tweaking her tender 
little nipples and making her gasp and cry out. One 
hand slid down over her belly to pull up her skirt and 
caress the wet, bare lips of her sex. She was turned on 
full force and practically dripping with fluids as he 
rubbed over her pussy and brought his other hand up to 
her throat, pulling her hard back against him as her 
hands fell limp at her sides. 

He rubbed at her sex until his fingers were slick with 
her juices then brought his fingers up to her mouth. 
She parted her lips and sucked his fingers. He smiled 
and gave her neck a little squeeze with the other hand. 
She stiffened against him and he moved his hand away 
and down to her pussy as his mouth descended on her 
neck. 

She moaned around his fingers and he moved both hands 
to grasp her behind the knees and lift her as he stood, 
carrying her over to the bed and setting her down on 
the mattress. She turned immediately to face him and 
her hands went to free his cock from his pants as he 
watched approvingly. In moments she had him free and 
was stroking over his shaft as she sucked tenderly at 
the head. 

He savoured the hot, wet feel of her mouth on him as 
she gradually took more and more of his shaft into her 
mouth, until she had taken as much as she could. She 
might take him all into her mouth someday but she 
wasn't ready for that yet. And then he pushed her back, 
tossing her onto her back on the bed. Stripping his 
pants off, he stood looking at her. She lay where she 
landed, playing her part very well as he looked her 
over. 

"Your master wants to see you play with yourself. Show 
your master what he wants to see, pet." 

She obeyed immediately, spreading her legs as she 
pushed her shirt up, revealing her lovely breasts 
caught in the webbing of the harness. Using her legs to 
push her ass up off of the bed, one hand immediately 
went to her pussy and started rubbing and caressing as 
the other hand caressed her breasts and neck, squeezing 
and pinching her nipples as he watched, his erection 
standing out before him. As she got herself closer and 
closer to a climax, he smiled and told her to stop as 
he climbed on the bed with her. He took her ankles and 
pulled her over close to him. 

"Since you've been so good I'll let you decide what 
part of your body to please your master with, pet. 
Where do you want to feel your master tonight?" He 
asked her while leaning in to suck hard at a nipple, 
leaving her gasping as he grasped her wrists and lifted 
them high, out of the way, and pinning them above her 
head. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her wet, 
hot sex against the shaft of his erection, and her 
firm, soft breast into his mouth, her legs wrapping 
around him as she sought to feel him within her. 

"Oh, everywhere, master. Pet wants to feel you in all 
of her holes, master. Fuck pet everywhere." She moaned. 

He was only too happy to oblige. Taking advantage of 
her youthful agility, he grasped her behind the knees 
and pushed her legs up until she was practically folded 
in half as he ground his shaft over her wet pussy, then 
he adjusted his angle until he was lined up and slipped 
into her in one smooth motion. He only ground deep into 
her heat three or four times before he stopped, 
withdrawing and letting go of her. He took a moment to 
don a condom over his slick, hard shaft before 
repositioning her and removing the plug. 

Placing the head of his cock against her sex, he filled 
her again and started thrusting deep into her over and 
over in a slow, smooth cadence. He turned her onto her 
side and then her belly as he moved; his actions smooth 
and practiced as he gripped her arms and pulled her up 
and against his chest before laying back and placing 
her on top of him. One hand snaked around to squeeze 
and caress her breasts and the other to rub and flick 
her clit as his mouth sought to kiss every drop of 
sweat from her body. 

She moaned and gasped as he fucked her, revelling in 
the sensations of him within her, of his hands and the 
harness against her skin as he moved her, so easily, 
and changed their positions. Then she was lifting off 
of him, using a hand to hold his cock in place as she 
lowered gently to press the head of him against her 
tender, tight ass. She ground down slowly, pressing 
harder and harder against him, wanting to feel all of 
him within her as she had the day before. Gradually, 
with gentle pressure and patience, he began to slide 
into her. 

Soon she was settling down lower and lower on his 
length as he groaned and pushed up to meet her. Then 
she felt her ass settle against his lap. He was fully 
within her, his whole length filling her body as she 
rode him, leaning back against his chest and grinding 
up and down, feeling the stretch of his cock within 
her, moaning at the pleasure that he brought her. 

They ground against one another for another half hour, 
hands groping, mouths seeking each other's flesh, and 
soon she climaxed, and he followed soon after. Then 
they collapsed on the sheets, soaked in sweat and very 
sated. Then they slept together, still joined where 
they coupled until he slowly softened and slipped from 
her body. They cuddled together in each other's warmth 
and basked in the afterglow.

The next day came all too son and he taught her more 
about the harness, showcased several toys and 
introduced her to a few websites that specialized in 
toys for different fetishes. And before they knew it, 
it was time for her to return home, and for him to pack 
and go back to wherever it was he lived. They would 
resume their online relationship, of course, but it 
would be months before he could arrange time for them 
to be together again. 

"Before I take you home, Candygirl, I have some more 
presents for you. One is this box with the harness and 
everything else in it. For now I'll keep it with me, 
but you'll see it again sooner than you think. I have a 
friend coming up to stay here a while, and she'll 
introduce herself to you soon enough. She's a teacher 
for you, of sorts. And she'll have this box as well as 
another toy or two. And she'll have a house for us to 
meet at next time we meet. It may be four to six months 
before I can make it back. But I do plan to return."

She clutched at him and pressed herself to his chest. 
"John... I... I think I..."

He stopped her there with a finger to her lips. "Don't 
say that Candygirl. Those are dangerous words. Give it 
a while, and if you still feel that way in two years, 
you can say it. But talk with Amy, and learn what you 
can from her. She knows enough about me to keep you 
sated for a while, and she can teach you plenty about a 
lot of things." He knew what she had been about to 
confess. The words 'I love you' got bandied about a lot 
in his world, people thinking lust was the same as love 
was common. But he couldn't let the idea take root. 

But Amy would set her straight. Amy had actually said 
the words to him out loud. Claire and Amanda hadn't 
bothered. They had understood better than most. He was 
after sex. And preferably sex with young women, barely 
more than girls. He knew the age of consent was sixteen 
in Massachusetts, but there were loopholes, ones 
parents worried for their daughters could exploit. And 
he in role-playing sessions with her since she was 
fifteen was likely one of them. He would take no 
chances. No, it was better to play it safe for right 
now, and take every chance he got to be with her. 

He unlocked her from the harness and tucked it away in 
the box. They took a last shower together and he made 
love to her one last time in the shower. When they had 
dressed, he packed his things, slipped her back into 
the suitcase, and they left the hotel. Once they were 
safely out of sight, he dropped her off at a bus 
terminal and she kissed him goodbye before he drove 
away. He headed for the little house he had purchased a 
few days ago... under the same alias as the car and the 
rooms in the hotels, and put his things up. He had been 
receiving shipments here for a week now, from many of 
the same websites he had showed Rachel, and he was 
finally finished setting them up. 

He opened his cell, called Amy, and arranged for her to 
visit him when he returned to Phoenix. Then he crashed 
out on the huge bed for a good nights sleep, thinking 
sweet dreams of his little Candygirl. 

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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