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"You dirty fucking tease..." he said, trailing off. Amanda moaned, the wetness now spread down her thighs. She wasn't circling her clit now, but rather she was rubbing at it furiously. Her back arched off of the mattress, creating a bridge with her body. Her blankets had long before slid down her body. In her frantic rubbing her shirt had pushed up and revealed her lean stomach. Sweat was beginning to form on her smooth skin as her body writhed and arched from her self pleasure. Her hands and feet were tightening and untightening in beat with her masturbation. Moans began to slip through her bit lip.
She moved a finger down to slip inside of her moist cove, and it began clenching at it right away. She bucked her hips up into her own hand, forcing her finger down deeper. She pushed it in and out, wishing it was the man from her dreams thrusting into her. She slipped another finger in and began sliding them in faster. She curled her fingers to push against that oh so sensitive spot, causing her to push her head hard against the pillow. She slipped back into her fantasy world. Amanda was walking home from a night out with her friends. They had all parted ways at the bar, this being a smaller sized town. There wasn't much crime in Tributalion Town. Amanda was wearing a shorter black skirt and a pair of new pantyhose. They amazingly didn't have a run in them yet. Her legs looked long in the black heels she had chosen for the night. She kept walking, her paced slowed a bit by the heels. She could hear the crunch of her shoes against the ground in the almost silent night.
Goosebumps rose on her arms as the night chilled. She was wearing a one shouldered green blouse. It didn't quite drop low enough to cover her stomach and her hip bones were exposed. Her skin was slightly tanned, as she occasionally made visits to the local tanning booth. One of her arms dangled down past her hip, her purse loose in her fingers. The other wrapped around her exposed midriff, trying to preserve as much heat as possible. Her hair was loose and wisped around her face in the night wind, the occasional piece sticking to her lips and causing her to reach up and free it.
She had worn more make-up than normal and it made her eyes pop. Her lashes were dark, and had been curled for the evening. Her eyes looked almost 'wide eyed' from the way she had applied her make-up. Her eye shadow was smoky and it made her green eyes pop, even in the dark night. Her lips, normally full, gleamed with rich color, thanks to her lipstick choice for the evening. Her bottom lip still formed its usual pout appearance. She had a mouth that made all men want to fuck it. Her skin was smooth and almost spotless despite the freckled scattered across her cheeks and over her nose. She had a habit of biting at her bottom lip, which exposed her white teeth; a starching contrast to the darkness that surrounded her. Her cheek bones were high, and her smile from tonight's activities accented them tonight.
She turned, walking into the alley that would take her toward her street. The streetlights didn't quite reach to the middle and she would be walking in almost complete darkness for a moment. As she drew closer to the middle she reached down to feel around in her purse for her phone. She planned to use it to guide her path. This alley was known for abandoned tires, bikes and other whatnots. She tipped her head down and bent slightly to bring her face closer to her purse. That's when she felt a hard body press up behind her and grabbed her by her hair. She went to let a scream, but his other hand shoved something into her mouth. It tasted horrible, like grease that had been festering for months.
She felt the heavy breathing of the man on her neck as he pushed up closer against her. She struggled, trying to break out of his grip, but it was no use. He used his body to back her face first into the wall of the alley. He rubbed against her ass from behind, his erection evident through his jeans. He used his hand to push her skirt up over her hips, exposing her pantyhose clad ass. He thrust into that womanly crevice with his bulging penis.
He spoke into her neck "You fucking tease, you're going to get what you're asking for." before sinking his teeth into it. She cried out around the cloth in her mouth at the pain of his bite. Her wrists scraped against the wall as he ground into her from behind. Suddenly he stopped and used her hair to reel her body around to face him. She hadn't seen him yet, but it didn't matter as his face was covered with a dark ski mask. Only his lips, dry and thin, and his eyes, glimmering with evil intent, were visible through the thick material. Those lips formed into a grimace as he watched her looking at him and his eyes twinkled a little more. He yanked her head back and forced her hips up against him. He brought his other hand up and clouted her across the face. This caused her face to turn and the pull on her hair to intensify.
Her face stung from his slap, but he didn't give her much time to absorb before using her hair to yank her head to the side and down. She was forced to drop to her knees in front of him. He tipped her head back and made her look up at him with those big innocent eyes.
"This is just the beginning, bitch." he said with a smirk.
Amanda was beyond the need for release now. The whole rape fantasy had played out in her mind, piece by piece. Her hands were shaking slightly and her vagina muscles were clenching at her fingers. Her other hand had long ago dropped down to rub at her clit as she finger fucked herself. Her moans had grown louder and un-abandoned as she neared her release. Her hair stuck to her face, the heat of her arousal spreading up her body. She could feel her release coming and she bit down on her lip hard in anticipation. She felt her vagina begin to clasp around her fingers harder than before, squeezing over and over in bursts. Her fingers continued moving, but not as fast now. The hand that was rubbing her clit abandoned such attentions and instead moved its grip into the sheets of the bed and seized them tightly. Her hips lifted rhythmically with the waves of pleasure that were spreading up and down her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth parted as hot fast breathes escaped them.
In the after math of her orgasm she lay still. One hand still pushed up tightly against her mound and the other still fondling the sheets. Her breathing began to slow and her eyes slid closed. Her body sunk into the bed as her mind sunk back into a deep sleep.
The End.
Not a Good Day
As soon has she had him naked and secured his hands behind him she made him kneel in the centre of the room and went to get the phone. He kept his head bowed while she dialled.
"Ask for Mary," she said, holding the phone to his ear, "explain to her why I need you punished."
"Yes Mistress."
She pulled a chair up beside him and leant forward so she could hear the conversation. The phone rang four times and was picked up, "Club Taboo, you are speaking to Clarissa, how may I help?"
"Ah, can I, can I please speak to Miss Mary?"
"Let me see, hold on a minute while I see if Mary is available. Who shall I say is calling?"
"Ahh, ah, Miss Robertson's, ah, um, Fucktoy."
"OK, Fucktoy, I think she is busy but I'll check and let you know when she can call you back."
He could sense her smile. He thought he knew Clarissa, one of the University students that the Club employed on reception, a plump girl with a blonde bob and very bright red lipstick. She usually wore low-cut sleeveless dresses to show off a rose tattoo across one shoulder. The phone was silent, there was no hold music. If you rang Club Taboo it was up to you to entertain yourself while you waited. His heart was pounding as the silence dragged on.
"No, sorry, Fucktoy, Mary is busy this morning; if you give me your number she will ring you at midday. May I ask what you want to talk to her about, Fucktoy?"
His Mistress, listening, smiled grimly and pinched his nipple hard, nodding, Mary really was very good.
"Yes Miss. Ah, um, Miss Robinson caught me with, um, a.." the twisting of his nipple got worse, "girlie magazine and she wants Miss Mary to punish me."
His Mistress pinched his nipple painfully. "Severely."
"OK, Fucktoy, I'll tell her you need to be punished for wanking and she'll call you back."
"Well I wouldn't say..." but the receptionist had hung up, the smile in her voice almost be
coming a chuckle.
His Mistress sat up and took the phone away from his ear.
"Midday then. I have things to do so you better hold the phone."
She left him kneeling and went off to their play room. She came back with his collar, ankle cuffs and some chain. His hands were locked to the ring in the front of his collar and his ankles locked together and chained to the ring at the back. The chain was short enough to keep his back pulled up straight and the collar from pressing on his throat. She put the phone into his hands.
"Don't drop it. Mary won't be happy if you miss the call and I won't be picking it up for you."
She left him to wait then suddenly she was back and dropped the magazine she had found in the recycling in front of him.
"Something for you to look at while you wait."
He stared at the magazine. His name was clear on the address label. Behind the label a girl in matching lacy black bra and bikini bottoms stared back with a slightly questioning expression. She was pretty enough but nowhere near worth the trouble he was in. He sighed.
The wait was interminable. There was no clock in the room so he had no idea how time was passing. Occasionally he heard his Mistress moving around the house, working he supposed. The phone was awkward with his hands locked together at his throat. He couldn't see the keypad and worried he would hang up instead of answering. His knees and ankles were aching after so long kneeling on the wooden floor.
When the phone rang he jumped and very nearly dropped it. He fumbled it with his heart racing and his hands suddenly sweaty.
"Is Fucktoy there, please?" came Mary's deep amused voice.
"Yes, Miss, sp..speaking."
The phone felt very slippery. His Mistress had come into the room and sat on the couch watching him intently.
"So. You want to tell me about your wanking."
It was a statement more than a question.
"Well, n..not as such. My Mistress found a...a girly magazine." He said looking at his Mistress frowning at him.
"A girly magazine. What a quaint way of putting it." Mary was frankly laughing now. "So you've been caught with a wank-mag and she wants you punished."
"It wasn't..."
"Excuses and explanations. We don't need them do we, Fucktoy? You've been thinking about playing with yourself over some dirty magazine and your Mistress wants you punished."
"Yes, Miss.... severely." His Mistress nodded.
"Good. When?"
"Um. Ah. As soon as you can," he said looking at his Mistress for approval. She nodded.
"OK. I'm booked up for today."
His heart sank as he thought of waiting.
"But then it shouldn't take too long, should it? I think the best thing for fucktoys who can't control themselves is to be caned. Don't you?
He said nothing.
"Don't you Fucktoy?"
"Yes Miss."
"Good. We're agreed then. I like it when you agree with me. What's the most you've had before?"
"Ah, um, eighteen miss. I think."
"Oh, Fucktoy, you are funny. Think again. I'm sure I remember giving you twenty-four at least once. Shall we call it a nice round thirty today so you have something easy to remember when I ask next time. Does that sound good to you?"
"Ah... yes Miss." he was shaking badly with a mix of terror and excitement.
"How many strokes was that, Fucktoy?"
"Thirty, Miss."
"Good. Do you think that will hurt, Fucktoy?"
"Yes Miss." He was almost breathless.
"Good. You see, I do like it when you agree with me. Don't worry, I will make very sure it hurts. Your Mistress can bring you in whenever she is ready and I'll thrash you after my last client at about six. I look forward to it. So should you."
She hung up.
He passed on the message to his Mistress with his voice shaking and as he held out the phone to her to put away, he dropped it. She unfastened his hands and feet and indicated his clothes, left over the back of the couch when she had made him undress. Immediately his heart started pounding and the breath was sucked out of him.
He had been in his cleaning dress all morning and that was what she was pointing at. For months she had been threatening to make him go out in public in some of his women's clothes. It had been terrifying to think of in the indefinite future and now it seemed to be happening he was almost in shock. Hesitantly he picked up the lacy white knickers and matching bra and pulled them on. He had had the bra for only a few weeks. It had proper prosthetic breasts that matched his skin tone and looked surprisingly real. His Mistress watched.
"Before we go out you had better tape that thing down. Properly."
He went over to the drawer in the big sideboard and rummaged around for the strapping-tape, glad to have something to do with his shaking hands. Finally he found it and tore off strips in the familiar routine. He took down his knickers, ran the strips of tape from his belly over his pubic hair, pulling his cock tightly down between his legs and taping over it, finishing off between his buttocks. When he had finished and pulled his knickers up it did look like a passable imitation of a woman's mons under the lace. The skin colour of the tape meant it didn't show through the sheer fabric.
He put on the button-through cleaning dress and did up its front. It was pale blue with a wide white collar low cut front that showed the new silicone breasts against his shaved chest. He stepped into the moderately heeled blue shoes that matched the dress and waited. His Mistress went to find a wig and came back with a dark pageboy that she slipped over his short greying hair and held in place with hair clips. She stepped back to look, then held his chin to put some pastel pink lipstick on him. Dressed like that with the wig, his arms, legs and body shaved and his slight frame he did have a very feminine look.
"Good," she said, "Very nice. I'm looking forward to seeing my pretty girl getting thrashed within an inch of her life to remind her to keep her little hands off nasty, dirty magazines."
He stood in front of her with his head bowed, knowing it was pointless to try to explain; it would only make things worse. There was nothing he could do to avoid his humiliation and beating. His mouth was dry with fear, and excitement made his cock strain under its layer of tape. He followed her out across their lawn to the garage keeping his head down and hoping that no one would see him, even though he was sure his Mistress was going to show him off deliberately in a minute.
He drove them out of their street, through the collection of shops in the centre of the suburb then down the hill and through the tunnel into town. She had him park under the raised section of the motorway by the Terrace which meant it was at least a ten minute walk through town to the club. As he got out of the car to open the door for his wife his legs shook so much that walking was difficult. Even as he stood holding the door for her his knee was trembling uncontrollably and he was breathing hard. As he closed the door she took his hand and held it tightly without saying anything. She knew he was terrified, she had seen how he had reacted every time she had suggested being seen in public in women's clothes. Always before she had worried it would be too much for him and had tried to think of a way of breaking him in gently but today she was too angry to care much. She was happy to drop him in the deep end and see how he coped. Serve him right. Even so she held on to his hand.
He helped her into her jacket, locked the car, and they set off down the narrow path with the steps that led under the Terrace. As they came out of the narrow tunnel into the steep little alleyway of Woodward St she felt his hand tighten its grip as he braced himself. Luckily for him the street wasn't very crowded but still he kept his head down so as not to catch anyone's eye. The tape around his crotch meant he couldn't walk fast but he was practiced enough in the low heels so that it looked fairly natural. She kept hold of his hand and looked at people as they passed to see their reaction. Most people were too busy with their own affairs to pay much attention. Every now and again she caught an odd look but the people looked away quickl
y when they saw her looking back. Only one young woman, in very high red heels and a long black dress frankly stared and kept looking as they passed. She raised an eyebrow and gave her a smile and the girl's mouth opened slightly as she smiled back, blushing. If he noticed this interaction, he gave no sign. He kept his head down and held tightly to her hand.
On Lambton Quay one of her colleagues was walking purposefully towards them, caught sight of her and came up to talk.
"Hello Catherine, how is it going?" she asked.
"Good. Good," his wife said, "I've been meaning to catch up with you about your restructure."
"Sure, this week is pretty much gone but sometime next week? I think first thing on Tuesday is clear."
"OK, when I get back to my desk this afternoon I'll get Sal to give your PA a call. I think Tuesday should be fine. But it is going well?"
"Pretty well. The first round is over and we are recruiting for the third tier now."
"Well don't poach any of my people. But sorry, I had better get a move on now if I'm going to make my two o'clock."
"OK, good to see you, I hope we can catch up on Tuesday."
While she was talking to his wife the woman had looked at him curiously a few times but had not seemed especially surprised. The two women kissed each other on the cheek and they all moved briskly off down the Quay in their separate directions.
"Does she know about me?" he asked.
His wife shrugged, "Never said anything but she keeps her ear to the ground so maybe she has heard something. I wouldn't be surprised. I must ask her to dinner and show you off. We could let her see your arse after this evening's thrashing so she can see how I'd like to keep my team in line." She laughed, "She probably guesses."
As they went down the Quay he held his head up a little more. He caught a few stares and blushed but didn't look down. Once a group of office girls smoking outside their building all looked together then turned to each other giggling and he managed not to flinch.