The Blackmail Opportunity (open to a woman - pm me if you are interested)

The Photographs (closed)

The copy machine finally spit out the last of the copies of the quarterly numbers that Mark Keefer was going to be presenting at the board meeting first thing in the morning. After stacking them neatly on the copier and then returning to his private office, he checked his Rolex and gave a sigh as to the time. It was already 8PM and he was slated to start his meeting at 7AM sharp.

He realized that by the time he got home which would have been well after 9, he would have to go straight to bed only to get up at 4 to prepare for the meeting. It was a cold January night in Chicago and Mark glanced out the window and finally said, "No way am I going on in there."

Mark turned and looked into the closet where he kept a spare suit and toiletries. He also reached in and pulled out a fold up cot that he had often found himself using particularly around the quarterly report times of year. He opened it up and prepared his bed for himself. He was just about to pick up his stuff to prepare for the night, when he heard something like a thud in the main floor.

Slowly, Mark turned and walked to his office door, which he had left closed and opened it and stared out into the dark main floor. 75 simple desks were lined up and hidden behind 6 foot tall pasty green cubicle walls where his employees worked diligently to make his annual bonue. He expected the place to be completely dark save for the occassional fire warning lights and therefore was surprised when he noted the glow of a monitor coming from Tonya's cubicle on the other side of the office.

Tonya was a woman who all the men lusted for. He had wanted to fuck her from the moment he laid eyes on her. She had three things that made being with her virtually impossible. The first was an overbearing husband who often called her at work to find out what she was doing at all hours of the day. I knew that could not be a healthly marraige because of that fact alone. Second, she was one of the dames who truly did not believe she was that good looking. When some women lived in vain, she did just the opposite and warded it off with conservative outfits and thick glasses. Her long black hair was often pushed up into a bun and her olive skin was almost always kept hidden. Finally, there was the fact that she truly seemed to be a workoholic. She always spent at least three additional hours every evening in her cubicle.

Mark smiled and decided to go pay her a quick visit. He so loved to be near her and imagine what she was like in bed. He had a feeling deep down that she was a wildfire burning out of control. He remembered once having to go through her desk looking for a file and discovered a pair of handcuffs and a leather blindfold. She had tried to pass them off as 'tools to help her focus'.

As he drew closer to her desk and still cloaked in darkness, he could hear the faint sounds of grunting, moaning, and gasps. I slowed my pace a moment to ensure I was hearing what I thought I was hearing. There was a man and a woman in her cube with her it sounded. As he approached her cubicle just a bit more quietly, he peeked inside.

His initially assessment was not too far off. The man and the woman was coming from the monitor. Tonya was watching a pornographic movie of a man completely dominating and controlling the woman with leather straps, whips and riding crops.

The position she was in was even more surprising. He saw her panties were hanging off her right ankle, her left leg was propped on the desk and she held a pink vibrator in hand bringing herself to a climax! The moans were coming from her as well...

He could not believe what he was seeing and the opportunity it provided him! He gave a shit eating smile, slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He flipped on the camera and quickly aimed it at her, collecting about 15 seconds of recording of her masturbating to the movie playing on the company computer. He then decided to make his appearance known and said, "Surprise!" As she turned in shock to face him, he snapped a picture of her in all her glory!

((bump))

Tonya -

Tonya's pulse was pounding as she fucked herself frantically with her pink vibrator. The images on her computer monitor, of a woman being dominated, was firing all her cylinders! God this so turned her on, it was her secret need. She and Dave had been married almost 3 years, and she had mistaken his overbearing personality for dominant tendancies. After they married, she was dissapointed to find, nothing could be further from the truth!

She often worked late, and, when finally everyone left for the night, she would stay on and log onto her favourite site, and see to her needs herself. Her arousal spiriled, and she knew she was about to cum. Head thrown back, face flushed, vibrator pumping her pussy frantically, other hand squeezing her breast, as she moaned as extasy approached.

"Surprise!" For an instant Tonya thought she'd imagined it, but turning she felt the blood drain from her face. "Oh God no! Mark Keefer!" she thought, bringing both hands up to cover her face. The pink vibrator dropped to the floor, and rolled toward her boss' feet, coming to a stop beside his polished shoe. Tonya's legs gave way and she fell to her knees on the floor. "Mr Keefer, its not what it looks like, I swear" she began, just as a roar of "Take that, Bitch!" came from the monitor, drawing both Tonya's and Mark's attention to the pornagraphic display.

"Really? What does it look like, do you think?" Mark asked. Tonya hung her head even further, now kneeling with her head touching the ground, almost in a fetal position. "Look at me, Tonya!" Mark said firmly. Looking up, her face snow white, with two bright red blotches across her cheeks, she braced herself for what was to come.

"Firstly" said Mark "there is the issue of wasting company time, you have not yet clocked our have you? Secondly, there is the matter of using company equipment for your own use. I presume you did not have permission? I do not recall a memo from you asking to use the PC to watch internet porn, and I'm pretty sure that's something I'd remember! Thirdly, all staff are aware of the company internet usage policy, no offensive or sexual sites are permitted"

Tonya did not want to maintain eyecontact with Mr Keefer, she wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die of embarassment. "Mr Keefer, I am so so so sorry! I really wish I had a valid excuse, but I dont, all I can say is that I have a need for this stuff, and my husband doesn't meet that need. I'll ..... I'll clear my desk and leave now if you like "

Tonya was relieved when she noticed Mr. Keefer was smiling, maybe he would see the funny side. She glanced at the bright pink vibrator, by his shoe, and wondered if she could kick it under the desk without him noticing. Bending down, Mark picked up the vibrator, which was still dripping with Tonya's juices, and said "Tonya, I don't think it is absolutely necessary for you to pack up and leave, actually I had a somewhat different plan in mind ......................"

Mark Keefer looked down at the weeping woman and said, “Tonya, I don’t think it is absolutely necessary for you to pack up and leave, actually I had a somewhat different plan in mind……………”

He watched her expression shift from fear, to confusion, to curiosity. He looked up at the screen once more and could see the man standing over the woman, her hands and elbows tied. Her breasts sticking out hard between dual layers of rope above, below and between them. Her nipples were clipped and she wore only heels and thigh highs. He felt his own shaft swell inside his pants and he made no move to hide it.

He looked back down at her and her expression was a hodge podge of emotions all bubbling on the surface. He said, “You know you are in a world of hurt right now and there are so many things I could do to destroy your career. In a market like this and with a bad reference, I am afraid it would be extremely difficult to find work anywhere.” He moved his other hand to the toy in his hand and shut it off. He then walked to her computer and shut it down. With his back to her, he turned his head slightly and said, “I am willing to forgo any unpleasant work situation with yourself…providing you are willing to do certain things for me. Are you willing to whatever it takes to keep your job?”

He could see her tear stained eyes as he turned to face her. He watched her give a timid nod. He knelt down in front of her and said, “Let me make this clear for you. You will do as I bid of your own will. You may leave anytime you want, however, make sure you pack your stuff on the way out the door. In addition, James works in the sales division… right?”

He smiled as she realized he was right as he said, “James will find himself a pink slip as well. Oh… and I would hate for a copy of these pictures to wind up in his inbox. Get my point.”

He watched her still kneeling on the ground. He walked behind her and the sound of a belt sliding off his waist was the only sound in the office. Mark glanced around and made sure no one else was around at all. He had even sent the cleaning crew home early. He looked down at her, her back to him and her head down. He said, “When I ask you to kneel for me, this is the position you will assume.” He knelt down behind her and said, “Put your elbows together, behind your back. Now… slave.”

tonya =

"When you kneel for me this will be the position you assume .... Put you elbows behind your back now slave..!" The words reverberated through Tonya's mind, and a part of her wondered if she was dreaming. Had the ultra conservative Mr. Keefer just uttered those words??

Tonya knew she had no choice but to do exactly what Mr. Keefer said. Not only would she never again get work, but more importantly her husband would lose his job, and seeing those images of her with the vibrator would likely result in divorce. James had no tolerance whatsoever, for women having any sexual needs of their own, in his view she should oblige him when he had the urge, but she should endure it, rather than enjoy it. He believed that women who enjoyed sex were whores.

Tonya worried also that the images would end up on you tube! No, she would never allow that to happen, she would keep Mr. Keefer happy. Do what he wanted! And, she reasoned, hadn't she just been fucking herself dreaming of being dominated! Well, this was her chance!

Putting her elbows behind her, she felt the leather of Mr. Keefer's belt slide across her skin, and then her elbows pulled together in an uncomfortable way, as Mark tightened the belt, and secured it in place.

Keeping her eyes down cast she said "Thank you Mr. Keefer, Sir, for giving me a chance, You wont regret it! I'll do exactly what you tell me!"

"Yes you will." He said as he stood back up and walked around her. He reached down to her blouse... and tore it wide open, sending buttons flying in every direction! Her bra delicately hid her prized jewels and the mounds many a man had fantasized cumming all over!

He slid his long fingers along edging of the bra and then said, "Do you realize how much I have dreamed about this tits?" He slid his fingers under the material and pushed the material down, popping out those wonderful glorious mounds. He slid his hands along her mounds, feeling the peak of female perfection! He massaged them with his hands teasing each perky nipple.

He slid a hand up along chest, to her shoulder, and finally her neck. He slid his hand to her neck and gave it a gentle squeeze. Smiling deviously, he knew she was at his complete and utter mercy. He decided it was time to do what he wanted of her so much. He stood up, staring down at her and then slowly unfastened his pants, all the while letting his eyes hunger for her breasts!

He said, "Suck it... bitch..." He slid his 8 inch cannon out of his pants and watched her intensely...

Tonya-

Tonya started with shock as Mark Keefer, her boss, ripped open her blouse, scattering the buttons in all directions, and the sound they made as they hit the ground, galvanized Tonya to the spot. She was shocked, certainly, but also aroused.

Tonya was highly surprised to hear that Mr Keefer had dreamed about her - why, she couldn't imagine, she certainly didn't think of herself as one of those women who inspired men's fantasies!! But certainly the reverse was true! Tonya had had more than a few naughty dreams starring Mark Keefer !!

Determined to get the most out of this experience, she eagerly looked up at Mark. as he opened his pants, extracting his huge, hard cock, ordering her to suck it. With her arms tied behind her back, Tonya shuffled forward and lick the head of his cock, wondering how she was going to manage that big thing. Opening her mouth wide she sucked his cock as deep as she could, conscious that she had taken only about half of his cock, and without her hands she wondered how she would manage.

She was also conscious that she had very little experience at cocksusking, but desperately wanted to make it good for him, to really knock him on his ass, to wow him. Bobbing her head up and down she tried to take more, but already he was hitting the back of her throat.......

Mark watched her struggling with trying to take his entire shaft into her mouth and realized she was very inexperienced at it. He looked down at her and said, "As long as you are employed her, you are going to be my little fucktoy. My little slave. Which means you will do this just the way I like it." He could see her eyes shift to him with half his shaft inside her mouth.

He smiled and said, "Lift your head back, open your throat, breath through your nose." He tightened his grip on her hair and pushed her a little harder and found his shaft slipping in considerably deeper than before! He thrust his hips forward before pulling back a moment and then pushing in. He said, "That's it. Keep your teeth away from my shaft, use your tongue to tease my shaft! I hope you enjoy the taste of cum, because you are going to swallow and you are going to love every drop..."

Once he worked on her technique, he found her quickly making him incredibly hard! His fantasy was being completed right now and it was with the woman he had wanted to fuck the most! He quickly felt himself starting to swell inside her and barked, "Yes yes yes... deeper, harder, faster! Oh god I am going to cum!"

Tonya-

Tonya knelt and struggled with Mark's cock, eager to please, but unsure what to do. Hearing him call her his "fucktoy" aroused her hugely, and filled her with an even greater desire to please.

When Mark began his instructions, Tonya enthusiastically followed, and found that by tipping her head back as instructed, and breathing through her nose she could indeed take a lot more of him.

As he thrust hard and fast, Tonya knew he was going to cum, even before he said it, and she braced herself, preparing to swallow cum for the very first time. Mark exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum into her hot mouth, before pulling back and finishing on her exposed tits and face.

Tonya was so aroused, as she sat there, dripping with his cum. She decided to enjoy every moment, and to try her very best to please Mark - (surely he was Mark to her now, after their intimacy, rather than Mr keefer ?)

Mark walked behind her. Releasing her arms, he rubbed them briskly and they throbbed as blood flowed back into her arms. Turning off the pc he gathered her belongings and fastened his pants. "Ok, my office now!" Tonya felt panic rise, was he going to fire her now regardless? She began to rise, trying to close her destroyed blouse at the same time.

"no" Mark ordered, "leave it exactly as it was, and lead he way to my office- don't get up - crawl!"

Tonya made her way slowly from the cubicle, to Mr Keefer's office, wondering what awaited her..........

As they reached his office, he turned and took several more picture of her crawling along the floor, tits covered with his cum. He could see her hesitation and shock on her face. He said, "This is going into my personal collection. This is my dream coming true."

Once inside the office, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the vibrator. He turned and stared at her a moment then with a smile said, "This is what you are going to do for me, little fucktoy. While I am recovering, you are going to get naked. Completely naked. I want you to sprawl onto this desk, spread your legs wide and you are going to bring yourself to orgasm. Have you ever fucked yourself in front of someone before?" He could see the answer in her eyes before she said a thing and said, "I didn't think so. Well what the fuck are you waiting for? You do this in your cubicle all the time, just remember what is at stake here..." He slid off the items on his desk and then turned to the kneeling woman, watching her carefully...

tonya-

Tonya stood, and slowly began to remove her clothing. She was on a high! she removed her tattered blouse, and discarded it. Then, putting her hands behind her, she unclasped her bra, and removed it.

The skirt, stockings and shoes followed. (Her panties had come off much earlier, before Mark had found her). Standing stark naked, she coloured under Mark's perusal. She knew her body was not perfect, and felt every imperfection magnify under his scrutiny. Walking to the large polished wood desk, she sat on the edge, and shuffled back until she was propped on one elbow with her knees reaching the edge.

She was slow to part her thighs, humiliated by what she knew Mark would immediately see. Finally she spread her legs, hooking her heels on the edge and letting her knees fall apart. Her pussy was trimmed. (she had often thought about waxing it, but her ultra conservative husband might not like it!) Her clit was clearly visible, hard and swollen, and her juices leaked from her pussy and ran down her ass.

Grasping the pink vibrator firmly, she pushed it slowly into herself, and came immediately, so high was her arousal. Mark smiled a knowing smile, and indicated for her to continue. Tonya usually did not like to touch herself for a few minutes after she came, as she was very sensitive, but at his instruction, she continued, and within moments was moaning loudly and writhing lewdly, as she neared a second climax in as many minutes.

Mark watched her with complete satisfaction as the most beautiful woman in the building now laid on his desk, climaxing again and again! He knew that her wonderful scent would linger for a very long time. He could imagine for an instant meeting with a client and catching her sweet as a georgia peach scent in his nostrils...

He stepped towards her as she reached her second and quite frankly more powerful orgasm and then slowly knelt down at the edge of the desk. His eyes were level with that vibrator which in and out of her! He watched the very lips themselves quivering as she exploded into that second orgasm! He quickly looked up at her and met her eye to eye, just as she started to slow down. He said, "I did not say stop. I can imagine you only get to experience one or two orgasms at a time. Maybe if you are lucky three, sitting there at your desk watching those women being controlled. Do you know exactly how many orgasms you can have? 12? 20? 50?"

He took the vibrator from her delicate trembling hand and said, "Let's find out. You will remain here in this position for as long as I tell you to. If you disobey me, I will have no choice but to put you in one of those positions that you masturbate to. I want you to count each orgasm you experience and always end your count with Master. I want you to watch. Watch as I take control of your body. Watch me do what your worthless husband can't."

And with that, he slid the vibrator back inside her, gently notched the speed up and the moved his face in much closer, his tongue flicking that pussy and almost instantly hearing her begin her count!

Tonya-

Almost the instant Mark's tongue flicked her oversensitised clit, Tonya came, screaming "three master". Mark's face so very close to her most private body part was turning her on unbearably. The continuous buzzing of the vibrator, now on a medium setting, combined with Mark's talented use of the vibe, made the orgasms come hard and fast. By the time the words "nine master" were uttered, Tonya's body was covered with sweat.

Her entire body was alive with tension, with need, and as Mark kicked the vibe onto high she came yet again. Thinking that 14 was definitely going to be it for her exhausted body, she was amazed when Mark changed the angle of the vibrators penetration, forcing the head towards her stomach, that her body exploded once again. He'd found her "g spot"! The one she didn't think she had!

As Mark continued to play with her over stimulated flesh, Tonya knew she would have to cry UNCLE, she couldn't take any more, she was sure. She had come so much it was almost painful now. "Please Mark, Enough!" she said, then noticed his darkened look. With renewed vigor, he drove the vibrator mercilessly, unrelenting in his mission to draw more orgasms from her. She later recalled shouting "Eighteen Master", but the next time her body climaxed, she passed out, collapsing back over Mark's desk.

Mark was impressed by Tonya's number count. Usually, it was closer to 12 to 13 orgasms he could coax out of a woman. Perhaps it was all he pent up need that was stored inside her. Perhaps it was the frustration that she was able to turn into well over a dozen orgasms. Certainly there was no doubt, based on the look on her face that she had never had that many in her life.

After checking to make sure she was okay, he let her sleep on the desk for about 15 minutes. She certainly earned it however, it was getting very late and in order to avoid suspicions, he would have to send her home to her husband. He poured up a glass of cool filtered water and walked over to her with it. God damn he loved this picture of her on his desk... Wait... He pulled out his camera and took about a dozen more pictures of her just like that. Naked and passed out on his desk. She was so angelic when she slept.

Content with the pictures, he finally walked over to her, leaning over her face, he moved in and slowly kissed her awake. At first there was little reaction to the point where he wandered if she had actually been kissed in the past. But her instinct kicked in even when asleep and she opened her mouth and accepted him into her lips.

As she finally woke up, he handed her the water he knew she would desperately need after climaxing so much. He watched her as she weakly sat up and drink. He walked to the desk, picked up her clothes, including her torn blouse and said, "In the morning, you are going to be the most sore you have ever been in your life. There is not a workout on this planet which could make you this sore." He handed her her clothes, save her thong and then continued, "We are looking to expand our market up in the Seattle area and i have decided that person to do this is going to be your husband. A lot of extra pay, travel pay, and beneifits to this deal. He is going to be gone for at least a month... if he is good, longer."

Mark walked back over to her, put his hands on the opposite sides of the desk and leaned into Tonya, "You don't have a problem with this arrangement, do you?" Before she could respond, he said, "Go home, get some sleep, don't be late to work. Oh, and tomorrow, I want you to wear the sexiest outfit you have in your closet. Something with heels and thigh highs. And, just so you know, the number was 19 orgasms. I think we can do better. We are going to find out."

tonya-

Tonya parked her car, and got out, stumbling slightly as she fumbled for her door key. In the hall, she noticed the clock said 11.45 - and she hoped James had gone to bed, because she would have difficulty explaining the torn blouse. Heading straight for the shower, she stripped off and showered quickly but thouroughly, put on an oversize t-shirt and climbed into bed. James awoke and glanced at the clock. "Where have you been until this hour?" he asked, but accepted her reply that she had to complete her project.

Tonya gave a sigh of relief, and began to fall asleep. James, however, had other plans, and turned her onto her back before climbing aboard. She thought for a moment, she was lucky she was stretched from the vibrator and repeated orgasms, because there was no foreplay whatsoever. Several minutes later, he grunted, tensed and rolled off, before falling sound asleep.

Tonya slept like the dead. Only James shaking her in the morning woke her up- she hadn't heard the alarm. James left, and Tonya dressed and headed into work. Short skirt, thigh highs, stillettos and a soft grey silk blouse. She was nervous, and wondered what the day held. She wondered if yesterday had been a dream, but the aches and pain in her abdomen and pussy told otherwise.

Mark intentionally kept Tonya away from him for nearly the entire morning. He made sure that she was kept very busy with plenty of projects. Earlier that morning, he had called in her husband and broke the news to him about his upcoming trip and that he needed to be on a flight heading out at 2PM.

ABout noon, he watched her husband go to her cubicle, talk to her about a few things, and then lean in and give her a peck on the cheek. He felt a singe of anger surge through his body as he secretly wished his luggage to be destroyed in flight. After her husband headed out of the office and to the airport, he knew his new sex toy was locked into just him for the next month at a minimum.

As 4PM rolled around, he still had not said anything to her. He knew it was probably driving her completely insane and that was exactly how he had planned it. He finally got up from his desk, picked up his jacket and slid it on, then picked up his briefcase and made a bit of a specticle as he glanced her way only a split second and then headed out of the office for the night.

20 minutes later, a single email appeared in her inbox. "Downstairs parking deck. Now."

tonya-

Tonya's nerves jangled all day long. She hadn't been able to eat her breakfast that morning; her coffee tasted strange to her, and by lunchtime, she began to feel sick with the tension building in her. She had seen no trace whatsoever of Mr. Keefer. Had it not been for the aching muscels in her belly and her pussy, she might have given in to the temptation that she had dreamed the whole thing yesterday.

She had expected to be told to report directly to Mr. Keefer, first thing this morning, or at least an email, a phone call, some contact of some sort. Initially she had thought perhaps he was busy. She knew he had a pretty important meeting this morning, but she had seen the men, with whom he had met, leave before midday.

Forcing down half a sandwich at lunch-time, had not eased her nerves any, because she was sure that immediatly upon her return from lunch, there would be a message or an email from Mark Keefer. Nothing! That was what awaited her, and she felt a strange mix of relief and dissapointment. Her mind kept replaying the moment last night when he had made his presence known to her. She remembered how he had tied her arms, and made her suck him off right there in her cubicle.

By three in the afternoon, relief and dissapointment, had been replaced by anger and uncertainty. Where was the fucker? Obviously he was the "Fuck em and Forget em" type, except he hadn't fucked her. God! She knew she was no stunner, but how humilliating to be discarded so soon. A part of her was battling her common-sense - she badly wanted to burst into his office and tell him to go fuck himself, but that would achieve nothing, except her becoming unemployable. It was best to pretend nothing had happened. But it had happened! And God help her, she wanted more. She wanted a whole lot more! Everything he had to give.

Surprised when James called by her cubicle, normally he phoned a couple of times a day, she wondered what was going on, but was pleased with his sudden promotion . In truth, she needed some time alone to figure out what the fuck she was going to do! How had life gotten so complicated so quickly?

When she spotted Mark leaving early for the day, she felt like screaming. She wanted to beat him with her fists. She wanted to ask what game he was playing. She wanted to ask why he didn't want her anymore. She wanted to demand he give her more! Instead she hung her head, and tried desperately to accept that she had been dismissed. She tried not to be crushed, but she was. Everywhere she looked around her cubicle reminded her of their actvity! She so wanted to quit, but James had been so pleased with his promotion, and she was pretty sure that Mr. Keefer would reverse that decision if she quit. He had forgotten her, perhaps if she tried to do the same, she could leave in a month or so, without repercussions.

Her screen pinged, heralding the receipt of a new email "Downstairs parking deck. Now"

Tonya almost burst with excitement and dread. Gathering her things, she hurried down to the parking deck, almost breaking her ankle in her rush. Her heart was beating fast, because she knew she was heading further down a path, leading her toward her true desires, her dark desires, and she feared the Tonya she was now, would change irrevocably.

Looking around Tonya wondered where was he? She stood by the elevator, where she could be clearly seen, and waited.

Mark Keefer smiled as he spotted her nearly bursting out of the elevator. He intentionally waited and watched her as she scanned the parking deck looking for him. He waited for a few minutes, making her wait just that little bit longer before he leaned foward from the back seat of his jet black Cadillac Escalade and said, "Driver, pick her up." He pressed a button to one side and then raised the black panel glass that seperated the front of the SUV from the back.

The SUV lights instantly lit up almost squarely in her face and the vehicle moved towards Tonya's location. As it pulled up close, Mark opened his back door then said, "Get in."

The vehicle was lined with nothing but black custom leather seats and had been modified to be considered 'stretch' only by 3 feet. He liked having the feel of a limosine under him though did not want the bad publicity that came with top leadership perks in this economy. This way he got the best of both worlds and did not have to try.

As she climbed into the seat, he said, "No. Not the seat. There." He pointed to the carpetted floors directly in front of him. He could see her hesitation at first and then her quiet compliance as she slid off the seat and into the floor. He looked at her and said, "First lesson for the day. I am always to be referred to as Master or sir. Next lesson..." He slid a foot between her knees and caused her to spread them wider to him. He said, "Put your hands on your knees, palms up. Don't stare at me unless I say you can. Look down. Back straight. Yes..." He examined her as she did as she was told and said, "When I summon for you, this is the position you will take unless I say specifically otherwise. Don't ever break this."

He watched her and could see how nervous she was as the car moved out and headed south. He said, "You believed I had abandoned you, I suspect, based on how fast you made it down here after I emailed you. You thought I had completely let you go. You should know from those little videos you watched that a real Master never lets their slave go. However, a slave must understand they serve on the Master's time table, not their own. No matter what time, when or where I call for you, you will come to me. You get it through your pretty little head that you are indeed a slave and to prove it... I have a little something for you."

He reached to a black velvet box about 12 inches in length and width. He picked it up and then opened it, revealing it's contents to her. Inside a black leather collar with silver studs lined the inside form. It had a single clasp on it with a tempered and polished lock on it. He said, "This is the weekend. You are going to spend the entire weekend with me, being trained. This collar is my physical connection to you as your owner and your Master."

He pulled the collar from the box and said, "I imagine this moment you are feeling a bit like alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole. Normally, when a Master presents their slave with a collar like this, the slave has the choice of saying no without fear of repercussions. By accepting this collar, she gives her Master complete control over her body, her mind, and her soul. The slave is entrusting Master with her most prized possessions she owns. If this is what you want, if this is the lifestyle you need, raise your arms up, lift your hair and I will put your collar on you. Putting this on means there is no going back. Put this on, and I will show you just how far this rabbit hole goes, alice..." He thought the moment should go without the hint of the consequences of what would happen should she say no.

Tonya-

Kneeling on the floor Tonya could not believe what was happening! She wanted this so badly, dreamed of it, fantasised about it, but another part of her knew this was one of those life altering moments, a crossroads, where you choose one path or another, and there was a certain amount of anxiety attached to that also. Tonya needed a moment to think. This should not be a "pussy led" decision, but still she thought of last night and how utterly fulfilled she had been, how satisfied, like never before; and then she thought about last night fuck with James, and how that had seemed more empty than usual after her experiences with Mark.

Looking up at mark , no master, she made her decision, lifting her hair clear of her neck, she leaned forward, so he cod fasten the chain around her neck.

This was going to be a sharp learning curve, so she would embrace each new experience and learn as much as she could, as quickly as possible. In the interim she'd draw on everything she had seen in movies or read in books.

Lowering her eyes, she uttered, for the very first time, the words "Master, how may I please you?"

"Your wrists." Master Keefer said looking very pleased with himself. He said, "Present them..."

He watched her raise them up slowly and he pulled out a pair matching leather cuffs, each with a lock on them and each with a fastener to connect them. He seperated them, then put one on each wrist. He fastened them firmly and snapped a matching lock onto each.

The car turned off of the interstate and it was evident they were heading towards the east near the Atlantic Coast which was a short 20 minutes drive away. He said, "A slave gets to wear clothes only when granted by their Master. Clothes are a priviledge you have not earned." He watched her intensely to see what she would do...

Tonya-

Tonya was scared. Scared by just how much the was arousing her. It was better then she had imagined. Her whole body pulsated with desire. She began to stand, but saw Master Keefer shaking his head, so she commenced undressing where she was. Her arms felt strange, unused as she was to the additional weight on her wrists. Slowly Tonya unbuttoned her blouse, until it was fully open. She pulled each sleeve off of her arms and having fully removed the blouse, she looked about, wondering what to do with it. Her bra came off next, and Mark took both items. Removing her skirt was much harder while kneeling, but she managed it. She rolled her thigh high stockings off each leg, placed her shoes nearly together and shimmied out of her thong. Handing the final item to mark, she looked up, excitement clearly evident in her eyes, and said "master Keefer, may your slave take you cock out?"
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By the time she was finished with stripping down, the SUV had made it to the coast and turned and headed south. He could not believe this situation was happening in front of him right here and now. He had fantasized about this for so long with her and now it was actually happening.

He took her clothes and stuffed them one at a time into a black case. He took her thong and stuffed it into his pocket. He glanced at their current location and about far he had left beore they got there and he then reached down and grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him slightly as he also took her arms, moved them behind her back and fastened them together.

When he was finished, he pushed her upright a moment and slowly unfastened his pants, pulling out his cock and balls in all their glory. He said, "I want you to tease my shaft with that tongue. I want to see how much work I have to do with your tongue. Do not take me into your mouth until I am satisfied with the way you have teased me."

tonya-

Tonya was about as aroused as she thought it possible to get! Her hands cuffed, and a collar round her neck, she leaned forward and nuzzled Marks cock. She rubbed it with her cheeks, and kissed the tip. She then moved her attention to his balls, and began to nuzzle them, she kissed each one gently, then began to lick, and lick and lick repeatedly until they were soaked with her saliva.

She blew a cool stream of air on them and watched the skin pucker. Beginning at the base she lathered his cock with saliva, licking it all over until it was dripping. Reaching the head, she licked it all around before running the rough flat of her tongue over the head, the she probed the little slit in the head with her tongue, and blew a little stream of air over it, then she began to nip him with her teeth, gently of course, and running her teeth all over, before licking long licks up the length of him once again.

Looking up she saw him nod once, and taking that as the permission she sought, she opened her mouth wide and sucked him in deep. Following his earlier advice, she tipped her head back and breathed through her nose, until she could take most of him. She bobbed her head up and down, fluttering her tongue against him as she sucked him hard, until finally she reached her prize, and he came in hot salty streams, which she gobbled down, saving the last two jets, she kissed the tip, then looked Mark in the eye and showed him her mouthful, before she swallowed, and sat back feeling pretty pleased with herself.

Just in time it seemed, for he had just fastened his pants back up, when the car pulled to a stop.

Mark watched her licking her lips in lusty need and knew at that instant that she was coming out of that shell and it was going to be amazing...

The SUV rolled into a large circle driveway with a large concrete fountain sitting admist a thick a small coy pond in the middle of the yard. Mark said, "We are here. I hope you are ready for what is in store for you. But... before we go, there is a rule that I always live by. The safety word. If you mutter the safety word or, if you are gagged, snap your fingers, I will stop this whole thing. I will not put you into more than I think you can't handle. But, I urge you to use this action as an extreme last resort, because if you use it, you are breaking your deal with me and of course, that would be a very bad thing."

He watched the driver turn off the SUV, then get out of the car and walk around to his side. Mark said, "Give me just a minute." He reached in the case and pulled out a hood of black leather. He said, "You will learn what it is like to be completely helpless." He rolled the hood back and revealed where the mouth would be, revealed a cock gag which was pushed through a silver built in ring gag. He said, "Your mouth will remain open and ready for me or whomever I decide you will fuck." He pushed the gag into her mouth, watching the cock gag push into her mouth. He then rolled the mask over her head, taking her eyesight away from her as well as muffled her hearing.

Mark eased his slave onto her ass long enough to bring her feet to him. He positioned a pair of ankle cuffs on each ankle, then slid a pair of 7 inch heels onto her feet. He knew this would be very awkward for her to stand on, but she would adjust. He reached into the box yet again, pulling out a pair of nipple clamps and leaned in, licking each nipple. As he did, he adjusted the clamps to be hard, but not destructive. He slipped one clamp onto her right nipple and one onto her left. A thick heavy silver chain hung between them.

As a final touch, he ran a thick silver leash under the nipple chain and fastened it to her collar. He watched her adjust to the pain and said, "Listen well. When you leave this vehicle, all that you are, your life, your identity, everything stays here. When you get out of this vehicle, you are slave. You answer to slave. I am going to open your mind to possibilities you have never expected and never knew existed."

He watched her nod, then he pulled off his overcoat and slid it over her body, buttoning it up just enough to cover her. He pulled on her leash, which in turn pulled on her nipple hard and helped her out of the car and into her new life....

Tonya-

Tonya was shaking. She was aroused, certainly, but she was also pretty scared right now. Was she up to it? She wondered. Was she going to be able to cope? The leather hood freaked her out, and with the cock gag in place she worried about suffocation.

The nipple clamps hurt like hell, and she extremely high heeled shoes made her feet feel like she stood on ballet points. She was grateful for the overcoat. At least her body wasn't on display. Unable to see or hear, she groped for Marks arm as they exited the car.

Holding tight to him, stumbling on the gravel driveway and almost falling as they climbed the front steps of the magnificent house, she wondered where they were going. Expecting to ascend a staircase leading to the room she and mark would share for the weekend, she was very surprised when they began a descent into what must be a basement.

Mark led her over to a wall, and she was relieved to lean against something solid, as it was so difficult to balance in the shoes. Mark removed her coat, leaving her naked but for the cuffs collar, clamps, chains, shoes and hood. Surely he'd take of the godforsaken hood now! She was already sweltering in it. Mark raised her hands securing them above her head, the fastened her ankles to something before making her step wide apart, then he locked the spreader bar in place.

Tonya felt him lean very close to her, "he'll take off the hood now" she thought, but instead she heard him say "I leave you to settle in" and then he pulled away from her, and she heard nothing more.