Tiffany's Way - Part I
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Tiffany was a short young woman standing only 5'2" tall, with a short bob haircut of bleached blonde hair. She had a very gorgeous body, weighing a nearly perfect 120 lbs. She had curves in the right places, and at 25 years old, had the perfect round perky D sized breasts a younger woman typically has.
Tiffany was my room mate for the past 3 years, so I was able to see her gorgeous face every morning. We never had done anything, if the indications were ever there, either I had missed them in my busy routine of work and play, or she just hid them very well. Not for a lack of wanting though, I would have made her mine in a heartbeat if she had ever given me a small sign. She never reacted to the women I would bring home, and as a nurse she was often busy working at the hospital night after night, so seldomly brought anyone home.
We had mutual respect for each other, and it was an agreement they neither of us would let anyone mess with our stuff when the other person wasn't home, and we would respect each other's privacy. Which worked out well for me, because I didn't need anyone in my business, and I know that sometimes when Tiffany was home and I had brought someone over for sex, she would hear some pretty intense things. I was always surprised that she never said anything about them, because some of the women I had brought home could be really loud at times.
Like I said, Tiffany is not home that often, work keeps her pretty busy, and there have been times when she would just sleep at a bed in the hospital because she had to work long shifts sometimes days on end. Thanksgiving was coming up, and I knew I was going to have a 4 day weekend, so I used some of my vacation time that had just been building up, and turned a 4 day weekend into a two week vacation. I didn't have anywhere to go for the holidays, so I had planned on relaxing at home and watching the entire Star Wars series in between some gaming. It would be nice to see Tiffany's pretty face too if she was able to make it home for the holidays.
Wednesday came around, and as the end of the day neared, I was eagerly looking forward to the start of vacation. I'm a pretty quiet person by nature, not that I do it intentionally, it just became a habit over the years to be as silent as possible as naturally as possible. Reaching our apartment, I unlocked the door and walked into my living room. I could hear noise in the house almost at once, not to loud, but loud enough that it sounded like Tiffany was actually home for once, and wasn't expecting me to be back yet.
I smiled to myself, I could hear the constant hum of one of her vibrators buzzing her closer and closer to the orgasm she was looking for. I decided to stay as quiet as possible and took off my shoes and walked into my bedroom. Now, I don't get surprised often, but occasionally life will show me that it still has a few of them left, when I notice Tiffany is in my bed with her legs spread wide open and a red vibrator sliding up and down her beautiful shaved pussy. Well, she wasn't just laying in my bed getting off, she was wearing some of the gear that I liked to use on the women I often brought over. I'm an avid collector of bdsm gear, and when I don't collect it, I make my own as a hobby. I don't open up to people about my fetishes, because while most people can accept the world of BDSM, a great many of those people are the moronic 50 shades fans who don't realize that my world is much much darker than that. My world makes 50 shades look like the Disney version of BDSM. In fact, I can't completely open myself to anyone because I have a strong interest in exploring things that even the accepting of the scene, would run away from.
Tiffany was on her back completely naked, wearing my metal collar around her neck, and my leather manacles around her wrists and ankles. Amusing though, because it wasn't as if she was locked down to anything. Perhaps she just liked having them on. Her toes were curling as if she was getting closer to her orgasm. Her eyelids fluttered, but she never completely opened them, as I could only see the whites of her eyes through the small slits as she moaned.
I could tell she was almost there. I definitely wanted to watch anyways, but part of me wanted to interrupt. She wasn't suppose to be in here, and I thought we had an understanding about our things. So this was really a violation of my privacy, and for her to so blantantly do this, was upsetting to me.
"MMmm. Mmm. Oh god! Yes! Yes! Please James I want to be your slave!" she moaned, "Use me! I'll do anything you want!" she continues. That was my second surprise for the day, and definitely gave my vacation a lot of potential. "Fuck! I'm coming Master! I'm coming!" she starts gasping. Her eyes close tightly, and I can see her legs starting to quiver and shake. "I love it when you fuck me Daddy!" she blurts as her pussy juices start spraying the covers of my bed.
Well, life had gotten more interesting for me at that point, and someone needed to be punished for such transgressions. I reached my hand toward her hair, and in the split second that I grabbed a hand full of her hair, her body spasmed in fright as I started pulling her up from the bed.
"Oh fuck! James! Please! I'm sorry!" she tells me. I really wish you could have seen how red her face was, but it wasn't as red as I made it when I reached out with my other hand and slapped her face hard. "OW! What the fuck! That fucking hurt you asshole!!" she yells. She puts her hand on my wrist holding her hair and tries to pull my hand away, but my grip is much stronger than hers. "Let go! Let me fucking go!" she continues to yell, so I slap her across the face again. "Shut up cunt." I say softly.
She looked a little dazed from that last slap, so it was a good oppurtunity for me to move her. I must digress for a moment, so that I may describe my room to you a little. I have a metal canopy bed, with king sized matress and box spring. The frame of the bed is a series of square steel beams that I paid someone to weld together into a canopy bedframe for me. The beams were about 1.5 inchines square, and along the top of the frame, I had drilled holes into the beams so that I could place eyebolts through them. A perfect solution to suspend someone above, on, in front of, or to the side of my bed. I could chain someone practically anywhere and in any way that I wished to on my bed. I had eyebolts at the head and foot of the bed as well, so that I could place someone anywhere around the bed that I needed them to be.
In a corner of my room was a computer desk, and next to my computer desk were two tripods, which held mounted video cameras. Along my wall were a large variety of canes, paddles, crops, whips, ropes and an abundance of other miscellaneous gear I used. A drawer was standing next to the computer table, a drawer that I had many more supplies in. Next to the chest of drawers, was a cage. A large solid metal framed cage with a master lock hanging unlocked from the door of the cage.
Returning to Tiffany. I wanted to move her, and since I had not put of the chains I had attached to my eyebolts at the end of the bed, it was a good place and a good opportunity for me to force her where I wanted her to be. I pulled her yelling and stumbling by the hair to the foot of the bed. I grabbed an open lock attached to the chain on the top right portion of the frame, and letting go of Tiffany's hair, I quickly grabbed her right wrist and pulled it up into the air and slid the lock into the hole of the leather manacle she was wearing.
Her eyes opened wide when the lock clicked shut. She tried to jerk her arm as if it would free her, it was just a fraction of a moment later, that I grabbed her left wrist and likewise pulled it up to the left top portion of the bedframe and secured it into place. She got to fight a little bit with her left arm, but being as small as she was, her body strength wasn't much to overcome.
"Let me go! FUCKING LET ME GO!!" she yells. I have her now though, so in a sense, I can take my time doing what I want to her. My hand swings in an underhanded arc and connects with her ass, which causes her to yelp and jump up in the air just slightly. "You fucking pervert, let me out of this!" she demands.
I grab her by the hair again, and turn it forward slightly so that she can look down at the bed. "You came into my room. You used my gear. You played with your pathetic pussy on my bed, and squirted all over my covers. You disrespected my privacy and my things." I tell her forcefully as I jerk her head toward the spot she was masturbating on with each sentence.
"Please let me go! I'm sorry James! I won't do it again! Please! I have to go to back to work in a few hours! I promise! I won't ever come in here anymore!" she pleads. What a fast change of demeanor, but I'm already turned on and for once feel something I hadn't felt in a very long time. That emptiness being filled with possibility. "I know you're sorry now, and you are sorry. A sorry useless whore, but you aren't sorry enough. And soon you won't be able to be sorry anymore." I say softly to her.
Letting go of the hand full of hair I had, I walk over to the wall and for a short moment stare considering. "What are you doing? No. Please! No! No! No! No! No!" she starts pleading. I've always liked inflicting pain, I'm a sadist by nature, and of the things I prefer to use, canes are one of my favorite. I pull down a 1/4th inch dowel rod made of plastic hanging from my wall and step back over behind Tiffany.
Setting the cane on the bed, I bend down and start pulling her ankles apart so that I can lock them to the chains near the floor, effectively spreading her legs apart for me. She did quite a job struggling, I actually had to work a little to get her legs secured, while listening to her cuss and yell and beg me to let her leave.
Picking up my cane, I stand about three feet behind her and off to her left side. WHISH! CRACK! "AHHHH!" she screams loudly. I follow up with two more swings against her bare ass, and watch as three red slashes darken across her plump buttocks. "Mmm. Those are gorgeous marks." I start repeating this process, three slashes then a pause to watch them darken, three swings and yet more pauses to watch as the lines darken.
Tiffany is crying and sobbing. "Please, please please please. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll never do it again. Please let me go." she begs pitifully. Well, she certainly chose a good moment for the briefest of interludes. I step up behind her setting the cane down on the bed again. I rub my right hand across her ass which causes her to start just a little. My other hand wraps around the front of her chest and settles around her neck, squeezeing slightly I whisper in her ear, "Tiffany. You don't understand. Their is no turning back any longer. I'm going to make you what you wish. My slave. My dirty pathetic useless piece of fuckmeat."
"James! Please, you can't! I have to go to work!" she tells me. "You won't have to worry about your job much longer. In fact, you're going to quit today. You can always find another job later, when I decide you've earned that privilege." I respond. "Damnit James! PLEASE! I never ask anything of you! Please, I don't want to lose this job! I only have two more hours until I have to be back at work!" she pleads again.
"Tiffany, from now on your first rule is going to be that if you want me to respond to you, you will have to call me Master. I've already heard you call me Daddy, and I like that, but you haven't earned it yet. So if you want me to listen to you, you will call me Master." I inform her.
"I'm never going to call you that James! Let me go!" she tells me. I reach over and pick up my cane again and step back into a good swinging position. I spent the next 20 minutes caning her ass hard enough that it started to leave small slits, of which blood was pooling to the surface and even dripping slightly down her ass. She had changed her tune fast during that 20 minutes. I couldn't count the time she pleaded and begged me while calling me Master. To me, that was music to my ears.
"Where is your phone slave?" I ask her. Blurting out that it's inside of her purse in her bedroom. I set my cane down on the bed and proceed to fetch her phone. It's not a large purse, and has all the typical things a woman will often carry with her. I decide to take the whole thing, and shortly there after, I'm back inside of my bedroom where I can hear a weeping young woman trying to cry out her pain.
I take the phone out of her purse, and I go through the contacts until I find her bosses phone number at the hospital. "You have one chance to tell your boss you're quiting as of today." I say to her. "Please don't make me do this! Please, I'll do anything you want, just please!" she begs me again. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I ask her. "I'm sorry Master! Please don't make me quit my job Master! I'll do anything Master!" she begs correctly. "One chance fuckmeat, that is all I'm giving you. Remember, I've only been beating your ass this entire time. I still have a whole body to cover." I inform her.
I dial the number on the phone and place it on speaker phone. I move the mic toward her mouth so that she can speak into it. She's sobbing while the phone rings on the other end, but as soon as her boss answers the phone, only the slightest of quivers is in her tone of voice. "I'm sorry Mike, I won't be coming in." she tells the man on the other end. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you sick? Do you need a few days off?" he asks her. "No Mike, I'm not coming in anymore. I'm quitting as of today." she mutters. "Oh, wow. I wish you would have said something sooner. If this was about that raise, we can come to a better arrangement about your pay." he states. "No Mike, this isn't about my pay, I just won't be working at the hospital any longer." she blurts out. "Okay, I understand. I wish you would have given us notice Tiffany, but I hope you the best. Take care of yourself." Mike says before he gets off the phone.
"Good girl" I tell Tiffany as I shut the phone off and return it to her purse. I can see tears start sliding down her cheeks as she silently cries at the loss of her job. I toss her phone back into her purse and walk into my closet. I always kept a safe inside my closet so I could secure documents and personal items that I didn't want to lose. I opened the door of the safe and lobbed her purse inside. Shutting the door, I walked back behind Tiffany, "I'm glad you can follow orders slut." I say to her as I reach for my cane again. "No! No! No! You said you wouldn't beat me anymore!" she gasps. "I never said that slave. I said I still have a whole body to cover." I smirk as I reply.
I spend the next 30 minutes caning Tiffany along her back, her ass and her legs. I decide that I need to take a break. Unless you're a Dom or a Master, you wouldn't understand what a workout whipping someone can be. The arm does get pretty tired after a good workout after all.
I set my cane down on the bed, and notice that Tiffany's body is shaking. Curious, I don't think I've inflicted enough pain for her to drop into subspace. So I move up close behing her and reach my arm around her hips. My fingers probe between her legs, I feel the top of her shaved pussy, then her soft warm clit. My finger slides down to her pussy lips. "Well, well. You're wet! You're soaking wet!" I say as I start rubbing my finger up and down her pussy. "Mmmm." is the only reply she can give past her lips as her face turns darker than when I first caught her in my bed playing with herself.
"Say it cunt. Say what you said when you were playing with my new clit." I order her. She shakes her head, and I continue to rub her pussy with my fingers. I'm so horny at this point that I can feel precum starting to drip down my leg. I step away for a moment, and Tiffany turns her head to see why I stopped. I start stripping off my clothes and when I pull my pants down she can see my hard throbbing cock standing nearly fully erect. "Please! You don't have to do this! Please!" she begs again. "You're right bitch, I don't have to do this, I want to do this." I respond.
After I'm completely naked, I walk back over to Tiffany, and my hands move down to her hips, as I stroke up and down the sides of them. I want to drink her in, the lust I feel is primal, and it takes everything I have to maintain my control. I move my hips against Tiffany's ass, and she tries to pull forward away from me, but my hand on her hip pulls her back against me. I reach down and take my cock in my hand and press it against her pussy lips. "You came without my permission. You'll never do that again. If you think you are going to cum, you are going to tell me." I state as I rub my cock along her pussy.
"Please James! I'm begging you! We can't do this!" once more pleading. "We will do this you Fuck Doll." I reply. I push her body foward as I lean against her, I have a better angle from there, and I push the tip of my cock in between her pussy lips. "No! Please No! Stop it! Please stop!" she whines. "Look over at my camera slave." I order. "Notice the red light is on? My camera is connected to my computer. It starts recording when someone comes into my room. I wonder what I'll see on that when I go back to play it later?" I say laughingly. I thust myself slowly inside of her, and she moans a little while I further penetrate her.
I start sliding back and forward deeply inside of her pussy. I can feel the tip of her uterus as I push all the way inside of her. "Come on, say it you worthless piece of fuckmeat." I order her. "I won't! Ahh, Mmm!" she gasps. "Look, we both know now, that you're a dirty ass pathetic little whore. You know who you belong too, and you know where your place in the world is now. Say it!" I tell her. I'm starting to thrust harder and faster now, I've almost held it in too long. "Mmm, I don't ahhh, want to mmmm, be a slave ohh." she sputters out betweein moaning. "That's not what you said when I walked in you useless piece of shit." I say to her. "Ahh, nnng, oh god! Ahh! Mmmm. Fuck! Please. Please! Oh, god!" she begs once more. "Please what pet? I don't know what you want unless you tell me." I respond. "Fuck! Oh my god! Oh my god! Fuck! Fuck me! Oh shit! MMmm please fuck me!" she pleads. "I am fucking you whore. You're mine to use, anywhere, anytime in any way. You know you want to be my slave. Your wet fuckhole proves it." I tell her.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Yes! Please fuck me! Oh god! I want to cum! Please fuck me harder!" she says pleadingly. "I'm not going to allow you to cum unless you are my slave bitch." I say to her. "No! Please... oh god! Mmm! Oh! Yeah! Yeah! Fucking god! Please! Please make me... please make me your slave Master! Oh god, I want to cum on you so bad!" she tells me. I can feel my cock tingling as it starts to reach the point of climax. "Good girl! I knew you had atleast one thing you were good for." I tell her. I'm built up as much as I can hold out, and I start thrusting fast and hard. It's too much for me to hold any longer as I start cuming inside of her pussy. "Oh god! I can fill your cum! Ahh, please let me cum Master!" she begs again, "I'm almost there Master! Please! I love you Master! Please!" she continues.
Once I've finished cuming inside of her I pull out. "Oh my god! No! Please I haven't cum yet! I was almost there!" she exclaims. "You came earlier whore, all over my bed. Remember? Without permission." I reply. She starts sobbing, "You ruined my orgasm." she whines. "I know, because you will live to serve me. That's the only thing you're good for. I'm taking all of you. Your orgasms are mine now. Everything of you, is mine now. Understand cunt?" I ask. "Yes... yes Master." she responds.
Her body is shaking right now and covered in sweat, semi dry tears streak her face and her makeup is dripping lines down her cheeks. Her ass is now bruised red and purple with small areas of caked blood. I go over to my pants, pulling my keys out of my pocket, I walk back over to Tiffany and start unlocking the chains from her restraints. "Get in bed Fuck Doll." I order, "We're taking a nap. Then maybe later we can play some more. From now on, everything I teach you will be part of your training." I inform her.
She crawls shakely into the bed on the right hand side of the bed next to the computer desk area. I climb in beside her and wrap my arm under her arm and my hand clamps on her breast. "Aren't you going to take these off?" she asks of the restraints. "No. Get use to it. Those are the only clothes you're going to wear for a while." I say.
Tiffany closes her eyes, and every few moments her legs start to shake for a few seconds before they stop. Her breathing becomes even, and as she falls asleep, a small smile of contentment spreads her lips wider. Well, that did turn out better than expected, though it's time to start breaking her in now. I have many plans to make, many fetishes to play around with, and many ways to mold her.
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