Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 02

She pursued. I fled. She grabbed the towel. Naked but for the belt I wore, I continued to flee. She caught me in the hall, forcing me down to the carpet and sat on my back to keep me there.

The belt leapt out, kissing my backside painfully. I tried to shield myself from the blows with my hands, but she held my arms trapped between my sides and her thighs. She quickly made easy work of me, the belt whistling in the air, punctuated by the sound of leather on flesh, ending in my cries.

It never seemed to end. I tried to fight, but eventually just have up, laboring for breath between sobs and clenching with each painful blow.

Finally, I felt her getting up. I tried to push myself up.

"Don't move," she warned me. "Or I'll start over from the beginning."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I lay there obediently, not moving a muscle even as she stuffed something in my mouth.

"I'm tired of listening to you blubber," she said.

The taste and odor hit me. I realize what it is she's put in my mouth. Her panties.

I spit them out.

"It looks like I need to start your obedience lesson all over again," she says.

"No, wait," I said. "Anything but that."

She held the panties to my mouth again and I forced myself to open.

"Ask me nicely."

Dear God, she was going to make me to ask for them. "Please," I begged.

"Please what?"

"Please put your panties in my mouth."

"Since you insist," she said, forcing her soiled undergarment into my mouth.

I could taste her. Worse, I had begged for it.

"It seems you have learned obedience," she said. "Now, let's address the lying."

"Mmmmphhhh..." I cried through the panty gag.

She removed them. "Something to say?" she asked.

"Please, I-I can't take anymore on my ass," I begged crying.

She rubbed her hand over my burning bottom cheeks. I could feel the ridges she had cut into me with the small belt. "Yes," she said. "These have been marked pretty good. How about you take the rest on your fat white thighs?"

"Please don't," I muttered.

"Ass or thighs," she said. "You pick."

Damned if I did, damned if I didn't. ". . . thighs." I chose.

"No," she said. "Ask me for it. And you better start showing me respect."

Why was she doing this to me? What had I ever done to her to deserve this? "Please ma'am," I begged. "Can I have the rest on my thighs?"

"Sure you can my little pussy girl," she cooed, stuffing her panties back in my mouth. "Just roll over for me and spread those pudgy legs of yours."

I rolled over on my back and parted my legs.

"Spread them slut," she ordered. "Spread them like you do for all those white boyfriends of yours."

My cheeks burned with humiliation. I longed to tell her I had a husband not a bunch of boyfriends, but I couldn't due to the gag in my mouth. Instead, I spread my legs wide, obeying her, while she hiked up her skirt and sat down on my chest.

"I think five on each of your fat thighs should be enough for you to learn your lesson," she said, before announcing, "Here it comes."

She struck me with the end of the belt on the inside of one thigh, paused a second and then hit the other. It wasn't until she hit me the second time that the pain from the first blow registered and when it did, it really registered. It felt like I had been bee-stung all along the inside of my thigh. My legs flew closed and I rubbed my thighs together trying to lessen the pain, but only serving to rub one dark welt against the other.

"Come on whore," she said, shifting her weight on my chest. "Get those legs apart."

It was slow work getting back in position. My body didn't want to obey my mind, but eventually I was able to spread my shaking and trembling legs apart.

"Wider, Tracy-girl," she said, shifting again on my chest. I became aware of what she was doing. She was grinding against me and getting off on this - getting off on punishing me and there was nothing I could do about it.

I submitted to her, drawing my legs up and spreading them wide, knees and feet spread out like a common whore.

"Two," she said, strapping my thighs with the belt on the inside of each of my thighs.

This blow hurt even more, causing me to buck and squirm underneath her.

"Ahhh," Thandi groaned. "Again."

I was crying and sobbing through the panty gag. My hips pumped as the tried to dissipate the pain.

I was also turned on. My pussy quivered, desperate for stimulation. My nipples were so hard, they hurt. I spread my legs again. Again and again, she let my body taste her leather belt. I could feel her wet pubes sticking to my chest as she ground against me. She kept going, whipping the insides of my spread thighs until I had five bright red stripes on each one. Her hips ground against me the whole time.

At the end, I lay splayed underneath her. She idly traced one of the welts.

"I love the way the red looks against your skin," Thandi said, looking back over her shoulder and looking down at me. "And do you know what else I would like to see?"

I shook my head, unable to speak for the panties in my mouth.

She spun around, straddling me now from the front. "Those pretty white fingers working my black pussy."

This I could do. It was a task far simpler than being whipped.

My fingers entered her easily. I fucked her with shallow thrusts, alternately bringing them out and diddling her clit. Her head rolled to the side, before rolling down and looking down at me with a superior grin.

I blushed, looking down, unable to meet those piercing brown eyes. Not after what she had done to me. I was sure she would see my murderous rage.

"Look at me, my tender little pussy girl," she cooed, tilting my head back, and pulling the panties from my mouth.

I forced myself to meet her eyes and try not to get lost in her power. Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and licked her lips. God, she looked sexy and the thought scared me to the core.

I hate you. I chanted in my head as a mantra.

She panted, rolled her hips in a circle, and gasped. "So angry the way you look at me little pussy girl, my white finger fucking pussy girl."

I looked back down in fear. Afraid she would beat me again.

She tilted my head back up. "No, I like it," Thandi said. "Tell me what you are thinking right now or I will whip those milky white tits of yours."

I couldn't tell her; she would whip me anyway. And Jesus, she was going to do it on my breasts.

"I hate you," I whimpered, looking back at her accusingly.

"Yes!" she cried, squeezing her nipples and running her hand down her body. "Come on girl do my clit while you do my pussy."

I worked her pussy with both of my hands. I hated her. I wanted to be her. I wanted my pussy playing with.

"You're my girl now," she said. "I've turned you. I've turned you into a pussy girl. My pussy girl. How does it feel?"

"I hate you," I spat. "I hate you. I hate this. I hate the way my ass burns. I hate the way my thighs feel. I hate the way people at work look at me. I hate the way my pussy aches. . ."

"Oh-yes, I love it. Ugh-here-it-comes."

"I hate you. I hate watching you orgasm. I hate. . ."

Her hips bucked lewdly, displaying her carnal desires. As if to say, look at me orgasm, don't you wish you could? And I did. I wished more than anything to be sweating and humping in pleasure.

Ah-ah-ugh-fuck-fuck-I'm-cumming," she cried, before collapsing on my face and smothering my tirade with her sex and thighs.

I hated her. I hated her and I wanted to be her. I wanted an orgasm. I wanted to . . . taste her.

She got off of me and to my disbelief, looped the belt around my neck and pulled me to the couch as if I were some sort of animal. "Mmmm-you tossed me off good that time," she said, running her fingers through my hair.

I wanted to say fuck you bitch, let me up, I'm not a goddamn dog. Instead I said, "Thanks. Can I go please?"

"Not yet. I think you deserve a treat," she said. She pulled a gift box out of her purse and handed it to me.

I sat kneeling in front of her, with my hands covering my breasts, staring at the package as if it might blow up.

"Go on. Take it." Her voice left no room for discussion.

Reluctantly, I took my hands from my breasts and opened the package. I gasped at the first hint of glitter. It was a large gold bracelet and very nicely made and a pair of earring. There was a golden cats dangling from the bracelet, and it had jeweled eyes. The clasp was held together by a fairly large golden lock. The earrings were hoops, with identical cats in the loops.

"I-I don't know what to say," I said.

"Say thank you Miss Moore."

"Thank you Miss Moore."

"Here, let me put it on you," Thandi said, pulling her gold necklace from between her breasts. On the end of the chain was a gold key which she used to unlock the clasp on the bracelet. I knew at that moment it was the key to my chastity as well.

"You like?" she said, dangling the key in front of my eyes.

"Please, ma'am" I begged. "Unlock me."

"You have to earn it first."

God, how I needed that key. "How?" I asked.

She replaced the key between her breasts and closed the lock shut on my bracelet. Then she held my arm up to the light and flicked the cat so that it rocked back and forth.

"It's a pussy," she said. "And you are my pussy girl. If you want to get your little belt off, all you have to do is keep doing what you are doing. I want you to toss me off ten times. For each time, I will give you a new pussy for your bracelet. Once you have ten little pussies, I will unlock you."

"Only ten times," I said. "Do the ones today count?"

"Just the one tonight. It has to be a good one. Not like that shit from today or yesterday."

"Please," I gasped, running my hands down my body and pushing against the chastity belt. "Just for tonight. I need it. It's been too long." I was telling her more than I meant to.

"And I *want* you needing it. With great motivation comes great results, and I want you supremely motivated," she said laughingly, as she took off my earrings and put on the large hoops.

"But-but," I sputtered.

She stood up, holding the end of my makeshift leash slung above her shoulder, and walked to the kitchen. I did my best to shuffle along behind her without bumping into her. I felt so naked, so vulnerable, even more so by the fact that she was still dressed in her business clothes.

Thandi opened the take-out trays and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmm," she said, doling herself a plate of food. When she was done, she placed the rest into two containers.

"There should be enough left for you and your husband," she said. To my disbelief, she snorted and then spat into one of the containers and stirred it in. "This one is for your husband, okay?"

She couldn't expect me to serve him that, could she?

"Okay," she said, jerking on the belt and causing it to tighten around my neck.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered.

"Good," she said, removing the belt from my neck and giving one of the large earrings small thump. "Get dressed and go home. Be sure to wear my gifts tomorrow."

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Afterwards, I drove home. I was an emotional wreck. I had been whipped, humiliated, and treated like a slave. Making matters worse, I was turned no beyond belief. I wanted more, I wanted lots more, but most of all, I wanted to cum.

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When I got home, the first words out of my husband's mouth were, "Geez, you're late. I'm about to starve."

"Don't worry, I brought home Chinese," I said with a grin. This was going to be easier than I thought. "Oh, and don't bother getting up. I'll fix your plate."

"Asshole," I muttered under my breath, as I went to the kitchen. If he only had an idea of how much I had endured to provide for us, he wouldn't take me for granted like he did. I fixed him a plate of food and for spite, I spit in his food as well and stirred it in.

I returned to the living room with our plates, got us each a beer, and sat down to eat. He was watching football as usual.

"Do you think we could watch something else," I asked.

"Sure," he said. "Just let me watch the rest of this game. There's only ten minutes left."

I felt a little guilty as he ate his spit-laden food, but twenty minutes later and the game still on, I wished I had tossed in some dirt as well.

Finally, it was over and we watched the news.

"There's something different about you," Bill said, looking at me critically. "But I can't quite put my finger on it."

My face burned in shame. Maybe he recognized the fact that I was now a 'pussy-girl' for my boss. I carried so many of her marks on me now, there was no way I could volunteer anything to him. I sat dreading what he noticed.

"Your earrings," he said. "They're new aren't they? Honey, you know you can't afford to waste our money like that."

"They're old," I said, and after a sudden inspiration, decided to put him on the defensive. "I'm wearing them because I can't afford to buy any new ones."

"Well, they look good on you," he said.

The fact that he even noticed them, much less liked them, let me know just how garish and outlandish they looked on me.

"Thanks," I replied, standing up and picking up our plates in the process. I smiled with the knowledge of what he had eaten. "At least pick up your shoes and socks while I clean up." For the rest of the night, I cleaned the house, took a cold shower to ease the need in my body, and went to bed.

I was awakened to the sensation of someone caressing my pajama covered bottom. I responded, pushing my ass back to make myself more available.

The belt! I realized with a start, catching his hand and moving away from my husband.

"Leave me alone," I said. "I was asleep."

I laid there, aroused and unable to go to sleep, but holding still and praying he would.

He didn't. His hand returned to my bottom. I couldn't afford to let him discover the chastity belt. How could I explain that?

I sighed, ducking under the covers and making my way to his crotch. He was already partially hard. I tongued the head of his cock, covered my teeth with my lips and sucked it into my mouth. I moved up and down on the head, until he was fully erect. With one hand moving up and down his cock with a twisting motion, while fondling his balls with the other, I bobbed my head up and down on his hard cock.

I could hear him mutter something to the effect of, "Oh shit. Oh Jesus," while he pushed up and down on my head, however, I was too busy taking a personal inventory to pay it much mind. Yes, judging by my painfully hard nipples and my aching pussy, I was pleased to note that I was aroused and still thankfully straight.

There was only one small problem: I wasn't as aroused as I had been with Thandi.

I suppose it could have been that she held the key to unlock the chastity belt and no matter what Bill did tonight, there was no way he could bring me off.

Speaking of bringing off, Bill grabbed my head and tried to shove his prick down my throat. Luckily, my hand was wrapped around the base. It stopped the progress of his prick, but did nothing to stop his bitter cum from spurting in my mouth.

I guess that makes me a pussy girl and a dick girl; my existence solely to please other people, without any regard to my own pleasure.

I milked him until he was spent, then got up, went to the bathroom, spit his sperm into a tissue and flushed it down the toilet. I washed my mouth out with mouthwash, spit it out, and looked in the mirror. My eyes were haunted and hungry with need.

I locked the bathroom door and took off my clothes. My nipples were painfully tight, my chest flushed, and my pussy . . . I bet my pussy look just as aroused and open as the one molded into the surface of the metal belt covering it. Red streaks covered the inside of my thighs and only one thought screamed in my mind.

I MUST CUM!

I covered my abdomen with baby oil as lubrication and tried to sneak a finger in. Nothing. I tried pushing a cue-tip through the pee-hole. Nada. I tried pushing the cue-tip through the top. Nothing worked. Even when I could circumvent the belt, I couldn't get enough movement in order to get off.

Using my baby-oil coated fingers, I even tried finger-fucking my ass, but the goddamn manicure prevented me from doing so. In the end, I played with my nipples and listened to the lock on the bracelet clack against my metal prison, as I fucked myself in the ass with a lipstick tube. The only thing I succeeded in was making myself even more horny and frustrated than before.

I cried briefly. Took another cold shower and went back to bed, trying uselessly to sleep.

Goddamn her. Goddamn that coloured bitch.

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