The Past Remembered

[SexyChele]

By the time Patrica Williams reached her home it was very late. Her head ached, and her feet were sore from the heels she had worn all day. She felt grimey and dirty, and couldn't wait to sink into a tub of hot water with a glass of wine and erase the tension of the past few days.

Patricia pulled her SUV into the garage and turned off the engine. Sighing heavily, she got out of the vehicle, and walked around to the back and pulled out her suitcase. Damn, but this living on the road was hell! She closed the garage door, and opened the door into the house, quickly disabling the alarm system.

Turning on the lights, she noticed the stack of mail from the past 4 days, and the light on her answering machine was blinking a bright red. Time for those things later. She kicked off her shoes, and walked to the kitchen, where, instead of wine, she poured herself 3 fingers of Jack Daniels over ice. Walking up the stairs to her bathroom, she began to run the hot water into the tub. Taking a sip of her drink, feeling the warmth coat her throat comfortable, she began to get undressed.

Patrica was 30 years old, her brunette hair clipped to her shoulders, her blue eyes bright and sharp. Her body was slender - made even more so from not being able to eat much on the road. A few days at home, and her figure should once more fill out a bit. She sank into the tub, and leaned back, jiggling her drink in her hand. Sipping slowly, she allowed her body and mind to unwind, thinking of the past 4 days.

Patricia was a Public Relations representative for several well appointed senators and congressman. It was her job to arrange press interviews, set up photo ops, and answer questions from the media. It was also her job to devise stories of denial whenever these congressmen and senators had their dalliances and other wrongdoings brought to the attention of the press. This was an election year, and Patricia was kept on her toes. Well, figuratively speaking.

When the water turned cold, and Patricia's mind was numb, she stepped from the tub and wrapped herself in a large terry-cloth robe. Running a brush through her hair, she smiled ruefully at her reflection before going downstairs to fix another drink. On the way to the kitchen, she flipped the switch on her answering machine, and listened to the list of people who had called her - a checkup phone call from her mother, her doctor's office calling about some test she had taken, a reminder of a dental appointment, her boyfriend telling her he missed her. Then, the final message:

"Lacey. Hello Lacey. I'll bet no one has called you that in quite some time, have they? Well, there are still some who remember - and remember well. Did you get my letter? I know you did. I know you'll be waiting to hear from me. Bye, Lacey."

Her heart jumped in her chest. Lacey! She hadn't been Lacey for more than 10 years now! No one she was acquainted with now knew her as that. And for good reason. She hurried to the pile of mail, and sorted it through it quickly. Her skin chilled when she saw the addressee: Lacey Hennessey c/o: Patricia Williams.

Who could know? How could they have found her? He mind tumbled back to the summer of 1990. She had just graduated from high school and was short cash. She was attending college in New York, but things were expensive, and she needed quick cash. She had answered an ad for "modeling" in a seedy, underground paper. Little did she know the "modeling" was nude and eventually turned to porn. The money was good, and she had slipped into making a few movies - all as Lacey Hennessey. But in her junior year of college, when she knew her career path, she had dropped out of that. She transferred schools in different cities, and was careful to cover her tracks. Now this. Slowly, she opened the envelope.

"Lacey, dear sweet Lacey. Did you really think you could outrun your past? I'll be in touch. Believe me, I'll be in touch. And I don't think you will want to bring in any outside resources, Lacey. I know you remember the pictures, the videos? Yes, they are hard to find now, but I do have a stash of them. A stash I'm very willing to share! Wait for my call, Lacey. And follow my instructions very carefully. Until then....."

The postmark was from New York. At least it wasn't sent from around her home just outside of DC. Still, Patricia's heart was in her throat, and her headache had returned. She knew she would get no sleep this night. She thought of calling the police, but what if it turned out to be a hoax? She would be humiliated for nothing then. No, she would wait and see if he would surface in the next few days. Wait.....and worry.


OOC: I'm looking for a strong male writer who might be interested in developing a mental mind game as well as a physical one. Anyone interested?

 

[SexyChele]

Just a *bump*




Going once......

 

[PhoenixPrime]

The Writer:

OOC: I'm not sure that I fit the 'strong writer' description, but I certainly would like to try "Lacy". *grinning-evilly*

IC:

I'd mailed the letter several days ago and left the phone message. Now it was time to increase the pressure a bit more so I logged on via the totally anonymous sever and sent "Lacy" an email. She'd find it eventually.

Email:

Hello again Lacy. I've looked for you off and on since first seeing your movies. You have the face and body I wish to make mine, in all ways.

I not only have a stash of the videos and pictures, but since I wrote to you, through blind companies, I've bought all of the negatives for both and your original release forms. Now I can do with them as I wish. Rerelease them, send copies to whomever I wish, anything.

You will be doing just as you did in your pron movies, but this time to and with me rather than a low budget actor.

Your mouth will be sucking my cock just as you did theirs. You will be fucking me with your shaven cunt just as you did theirs. You will be giving me and doing for me anything that I wish and do you know why "Lacy".

You'll do all of that because I want you to and have the means to ensure that you obey me in all ways always.

I'll be seeing you very soon. You will come to me won't you "Lacy"?

A Fan.

 

[SexyChele]

Her mind numb, Patricia placed the letter back on the table by the door. She sat down heavily in the living room, her hand hovering over the phone. But who would she call? Mike, her boyfriend? He would disgusted to learn about this part of her past. Besides, there was his law career to consider - he had an eye on politics, perhaps becoming a judge one day. He didn't need this.

Patricia thought of calling her best friend, Lisa, but she knew Lisa would only become hyper and want to get the police involved. Patricia glanced at where the letter laid. It seemed to beckon to her once more, but she refused its siren call. She should just throw it away. Burn it in the fireplace, never to be seen again.

But what if person behind it were real? She felt a shiver run down her spine, and hugged herself within her robe. She glanced at the clock. 1 am! Wearily, she got up and walked up the stairs. She slipped between the fresh sheets of her bed, but sleep evaded her. She tossed and turned, finally falling asleep somewhere around 4am.

The alarm sounded at 5am. Quickly, she showered and dressed, grabbing a quick cup of coffee before heading off to catch the train into downtown DC. She walked the 3 blocks to her office building, and checked in with the secretary who had put her calendar together for the day. Patricia frowned at the lunch date with Senator Pullman - always a difficult, pompous man!

Settling behind her desk, tense and ill at ease, she opened her email acount - and her breath caught in her throat. Patricia felt a trickle of cold sweat make its way down her spine. She felt panic leap into her brain.

Stalked! She was being stalked!

Still, how could she disclose this to anyone. Especially during an election year? She represented so many congressmen, the first thing the firm would do would let her go!

Patricia sipped her coffee, and mulled over what she could do. Abandoning her public relations skills, she allowed panic to grip her as she hit the "reply" button.

"What do you want? Are you trying to tear down one of our clients? Threatening me will not achieve that goal. I have no desire to hear from you further. Leave me alone!"

Patricia pressed "send", but did not feel better. Somehow, in the deepest part of her brain, she knew this simple email would not stop whoever was out there...

 

[PhoenixPrime]

A Fan:

The icon lit up, with the accompanying soft chime, indicating email was waiting.

Without thinking she opened the email as she'd done countless times before. However this wasn't what she expected to read or to see.

Email:

Now Lacy is that any way for such a lovely little cocksucking slut to talk to me?
*Inserted was a still picture of Lacy on her knees sucking a cock and fondling balls as her eyes smiled into the camera's lens.*

I'd think that anyone who liked a cock in her cunt and her tight ass hole at the same time would be more ‘agreeable'. Wouldn't you agree Lacy??
*Inserted was another picture of Lacy on all fours leaning forward. She was straddling a man with his cock in her cunt and another man was behind her with his cock buried in her ass hole.*

Shall we try again... Lacy The Slut?

Say ‘Hello' politely and ask me what it is I want you to do first .

Otherwise I suspect these and a lot more can find their way into Congressional and Senate emails and perhaps to your employers and boyfriend at the same time.

Do It You Slut. NOW!

A Fan

The pictures were of a younger you, but there was absolutely no doubt it was you, down to the ‘beauty mark' often seen in certain dresses on the inner swell of your left breast. Any display of cleavage would clearly reveal it and has many times at functions when you wore a cocktail dress.

 

[SexyChele]

"Oh damn, Mike! No, I won't be able to meet you for lunch. I'm meeting that pompous ass, Senator Pullman! Yes, yes, I know you are leaving town this afternoon - do you really have to? Can't you send one of the minions to do the research for you?"

Patricia spun around to her desk as her computer chimed an incoming email. She casually clicked on "Accept", and turned back towards the window with its view of the Capitol dome.

"Yes, I understand. I know it's a big case, hon. Just that we haven't seen one another in almost a week. You do? You miss me that much, huh?" Patricia giggled into the phone, and turned to see who she had gotten the email from, half hoping it was Senator Pullman's office cancelling lunch.

Her heart lurched as the pictures came into view. She could hear the blood rush to her ears as the obscene images of herself at 18 stared back at her. She even remembered the photo shoots at that time.

"Um, Mike, I gotta go. No, nothing wrong. Just something I gotta take care of. What? You're leaving at 3? Okay. Call me when you get to New York. I'm sorry, what did you say? Oh! Yeah. I love you, too, hon. 'Bye."

She hung up the phone quickly, unable to take her eyes off of the images or the disgusting words that accompanied them.

"Hey, Patricia! I hear you're meeting up with ol' Pullman at lunch!"

Patricia quickly minimized the screen as Larry walked into her office. She looked at him, hoping her eyes or the flush on her cheeks didn't give her away.

"Uh, yeah, I am, Larry."

He went to sit down in one of the chairs, but Patricia's voice stopped him.

"Larry, I'm sort of busy this morning. You know, just got back. Mind if we chat later?" She smiled at him to let him think all was well.

"Sure, whatever. I'll catch you later. Oh. And have fun with Pullman. I hear that 16 year old that is accusing him of molestation is now saying she's pregnant!"

Patricia shook her head as he left. Such a dork! She maximized the email once again, and stared at its message. Watching the door, her hand shakily grabbed the mouse, and pressed "reply".

"Fan,
Okay, so you have my attention. And, in following your 'instructions':

Hello, Fan, how are you? May I ask what it is that you want from me?"

Patricia hit the "send" button, feeling ill in the pit of her stomach. Glancing at the clock, she noticed she would have just enough time to meet Senator Pullman in Georgetown for lunch. Grabbing her purse, she ran to meet her lunch date.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

A Fan:

EMail:

"Much better Lacyslut, much better. However, it's not enough. I believe your outburst deserves to be punished and so it will be."

"I know when you get off work and will allow you an hour and a half to drive home, shower and dress as I instruct. You will then drive to the ___ Mall, park, go inside and stand by the pay phone in the food court with the number 555-8791. I will call you with further instructions."

"Instructions I know you will follow. How do I know? When you get to the phone slide your hand under it and get the envelope you'll find there waiting for you."

"I know that you understand the ramifications of disobedience don't you.
"Let see I think, in view of the 'problems' Senator Pullman is having and the allegations, perhaps he'd like a surprise 'look' at his PR consultant. A very intimate look."

"The phone will ring precisely one hour and thirty minutes after you leave work. Be there.
"You will be wearing a mid thigh length summer dress with a scoop neckline and nothing under it but thigh high stockings and heels. Oh, if you have a demi bra that is acceptable, but your nipples may not be covered by anything but the dress. No panties of any type."

"Hmmm, as this is a punishment and as a reminder of the 'old days' be sure that you've shaved every single hair off your slutty pussy Lacy. Not one had better remain.
"Finally, it would be a very good idea if you bring a dildo or vibrator too Lacyslut. Unless you prefer to just use your fingers..."

I'll be nearby and watching so you had better obey me to the letter or this envelope addressed to the Senator will be mailed.

A Lacyslut Fan

 

[SexyChele]

Patricia returned from lunch, her ears ringing from the Senator's cries of innocence and his demands that Patricia should "do" something. Yeah, like she could make a 16 year old's pregnancy disappear.

She settled behind her desk, and noticed another email notification. Part of her wanted to ignore it, and another part of her was becoming curious. She glanced at the door to her office, and then opened the mail.

She felt her jaw drop, her mind in shock! This....this...person making demands on her? Punishment? Her mind wandered over the conversation at lunch. Senator Pullman was not pleased with how she was handling his publicity and was looking for any excuse to get rid of her. This would provide him with ample fodder. Patricia rubbed her temples, and reread the email. As she imagined herself following the instructions laid out, she felt herself becoming aroused. Although she had tried to deny it over the past 10 years, she had actually enjoyed her brief time as a porn starlet - the attention, the idea of exposure. But she had her life now - and it was very different from then. Still, if she didn't follow what was said....

At 5:00, Patricia shut down her computer, and walked out of her office. She caught the train back home, and, once there, quickly showered. In accordance with the instructions given her, she carefully shaved her pussy, running the sharp razor over and around her pussy lips. As she shaved last of her pubes from her mons, she felt the smoothness that hadn't been there since she was 19.

Stepping from the shower, Patricia stood in front of the mirror and put on just a light touch of make up, and dried her hair until it shone and fell like silk to her shoulders. Yes, she still had the same look that she did 10 years ago. She could still pull off the porn look, if needed.

Going to her bedroom, she searched her dresser until she located the white thigh high stockings and carefully put them on. She pulled out a light blue dress, short, with thin straps and the requisite scoop neckline. The material was a thin cotton, and Patricia felt exposed, even though the material covered her body. She slipped her feet into high heeled white pumps, and grabbed her purse.

As she drove to the mall, her mind was in turmoil. She knew she should hate this. Maybe she should have brought the police into it. Maybe there was a way out. And yet, as Patricia passed through lights, she realized her nipples were hardening and felt a distinctive wetness between her thighs. Why this feeling that she was going to meet a lover? Or that old familiar feeling she got just before a photo shoot or video session? This was against her will - or was it?

Before she could answer the question, she slipped into the parking lot, and quickly found a parking space. Walking quickly, she hurried to the food court. She knew her full breasts, without support of a bra, jiggled enticingly under her dress, and she couldn't help but notice the frank stares of the men she passed. She even caught the attention of some teenaged boys almost half her age!

She located the bank of telephones along the wall of the food court and quickly checked the numbers. It crossed her mind suddenly that he was here - probably just across the court, or sitting at one of the tables. Certainly he had seen her walk in - if, in fact his words were true.

One of the phones began to ring, and it jarred her to the very core. Walking to the jangling machine, she briefly caught the number. Yes, this is the one. Her hand shook as she reached forward and touched the receiver. As it jangled once again, she clutched it with her fingers and pulled it from its cradle. Bringing it to her ear, she felt her voice shake.

"H-h-hello?"

 

[PhoenixPrime]

The Fan:

"Hello my Lacyslut. By the way, that's how you will always refer to yourself from now on when you talk with me. You are my Lacyslut and will call yourself that... or more punishments will follow."

I chuckled low and quietly then continued in my low gruff "Sam Elliot" voice.

"Now my Lacyslut reach under the ledge below the phone and get the envelope taped there.
"Then turn around to face the food court and open it. Look at everything, except the taped instructions. Once you've looked at all three put them in your purse."

I watched as she obeyed.

She got the envelope and turned to face the food court. She scanned it but with lots of people on cell phones had no chance of identifying me. Besides I'd put myself where I could see, but it was unlikely I'd be seen.

Her hands shook as she opened the envelope and lifted out the sheets one at a time. The first was the instructions and she set that on the little shelf for later. Next was a picture, as were the other two.

One showed Lacyslut on all fours being ass fucked as she sucked a cock. One showed her straddling and fucking a cock as she sucked another and masterbated two more. Cum drooled from the corner of her mouth and was on her face and tits from the two she was jacking off. The last was of Lacyslut being tit fucked and cum was on her face with another spurt about to hit her open mouth and extended tongue.

She began to blush at the first and by the time she reached the last her deep red blush extened down under her dress, she was unconsciously rubbing her thighs together and her nipples looked hard enough they had to ache as they poked out against the thin fabric of her dress.

"What a slut you are. Look at yourself. Rubbing your thighs together to stimulate your clit and cunt and tell me those rock hard nipples don't ache... if you can."

I laughed as she shuddered, the flush became a darker red and her legs stopped moving.

"Slut," I chuckled. A low wickedly evil chuckle.

"Now open the instructions Lacyslut and I know that you'll obey each one because you know to disobey in anyway will mean either more punishments or my making a trip to the post office.
"I'll be watching you my Lacyslut always remember that and remember the consequences of disobedience or contacting the authorities.
"It would be such a shock to Mom, Dad, Mikey, the bosses and those you represent as they look at the pictures and video tapes I legally own and can distribute as I wish."

I hung up and watched as she opened the instructions and read them while leaning on the phone's divider. As she read she again blushed and began to shiver. Frequent glances around the food court were fruitless, but she tried none the less.

Lacyslut's Instructions:

You will walk to the door of the mall and stand in front of it so the sun shines through your dress. Stand with your legs shoulder width apart. Pause as if thinking then turn your torso so you're tits are in profile and look back into the food court. Look at all of them looking at your slutty body as it's revealed by the bright sun light and know one looking is me and I'm looking at what's mine now, all of it is mine head to toe. Isn't it my Lacyslut? All mine to use and do with as I wish... or else.

You will then drive to ______ Park and walk along the bridal path. As you round one of the turns you'll see a bench secluded back in the foliage. It'll have a slut red ribbon tied on it so you'll know you have the right one.

Go to it Lacyslut and lift the back of your dress then sit your naked ass on the bench. Behind the waste can is a plastic bag. Open it and put on the harness and blinders you'll find inside.

You Will NOT turn your head regardless of who sits next to you or anything that occurs. If you do I make an immediate trip to the post office.

I'll call you on your cell phone from one I got on the blackmarket so don't think that'll help you identify or locate me. It won't Lacyslut.

I will give you instructions to follow on the cell and you Will follow each as perfectly as you can or more punishments will follow, if not a trip to the post office.

From now on total obedience is expected and required, my words are now Lacyslut's Laws and will be followed to the letter or consequences will be delt out, either more punishments and harsher ones or mailing what you know I legally own and may distribute as I choose, even onto the Internet if I wish.

Now, Lacyslut, obey me and let me see your slutty body through that dress before going to the park.

A Lacyslut Fan




peripheral

 

[SexyChele]

As she glanced at the pictures, she felt herself turn crimson. Why had she thought these pictures were no longer in existence? For the first time, Patricia began to resent her past.

She read the instructions, and her stomach lurched. Whoever this was, he was having some fun at her expense all right. She glanced around the food court, trying to put a face to the voice she had just heard. But there were too many possibilities for her to even consider.

She folded up the instructions, grabbed the pictures, and stuffed them into her purse. With all the grace she could muster, she made her way to the doors and stepped through them. Standing with the sun between her and the doors, she spread her legs to the required shoulder width, and looking around as though admiring the late afternoon sky. She twisted her body slowly, and the knowledge that some one was watching, looking at every curve of her body, only heightened her sense of how she moved her body.

She knew what he was seeing: her body was slight, yet there was a womanly swell to her hips, her breasts - though not overly large - were somewhat larger than what her frame called for, and they were still firm.

Patricia turned towards the parking lot, and made her way to her car, her nerves on edge. She drove the short distance to the park, and as she pulled into the parking area, she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Finding the bridle path, she began to walk along it, sudden fear taking control of her. She looked deep into the foliage around her, and suddenly, yes, there it was. A bench very far back that unless you were looking for it, you would never have found it.

Patricia stepped through the overgrowth, and found a big red ribbon fluttering in the slight breeze. Reaching behind the trash can, she quickly located the plastic bag she had been told was there. Stepping up to the bench, she turned, and with a slight scowl, lifted the back of her dress and sat down. As the naked cheeks of her ass made contact with the warm wood, Patricia suddenly felt very naked - and very naughty. Was that even a word a woman of her age used?

She opened up the bag, and took out the special harness and blinders. Humiliation. He was trying to humiliate her by having her put on what an animal would normally wear. Her heart started to pound. She had read the instructions clearly enough, yet when she saw the items, something stuck in her throat and in her stomach.

Swallowing hard, she quickly brought the harness over her head, and secured it in place. With the blinders on either side of her head, she could only see directly in front of her, and she prayed no one would happen by and see her in her humiliation.

She fished out the cell phone from her purse, and waited.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

A Fan:

I'd hurried a bit and knowing where the bench was located also helped so when Lacyslut arrived I was in place across the bridal path in the shrubbery with the professional grade video camera set up and ready. The wire for the microphone unnoticed as it crossed through the leaves on the bridal path and under the bench where it could pick up any conversation or sounds.

I watched as the camera captured her raising the back of her skirt and smiled at the sight of her still tight ass cheeks. She sat down and put on the blinders as instructed. They framed her blushing face quite nicely, adding quite a kinky touch.

After the cell phone was out of her purse and she sat waiting for a short time she began to fidget. This resulted in the thin slick fabric sliding up her thighs revealing the tops of her thigh high stockings.

When I felt enough time had passed, I hit speed dial on my cell phone and watched as she started as her's rang.

"He-hello," she stammered nervously.

"Hello my Lacyslut. I must say you look quite lovely in your new fashion accessory. It frames your face quite nicely you know."

She blushed yet again and I chuckled into the phone quietly, wickedly.

"Yesss, and your blush as well my Lacyslut.
"I believe I'd like to see just how far down your slutty body it extends so you will now slip the straps off your shoulders and arms and let the top of that lovely dress gather at your waist.
"No talking just obey me Lacyslut. Now!"

Hesitantly her trembling hand rose to her shoulders and slid the spagetti straps down her arms and one at a time each was slipped out. She sat forward and pushed down the dress slowly revealing her luscious and lovely tits to me and to the unblinking eye of the video camera.

She looked nervously at the bridal trail, but it remained empty.

"Mmmm, all the way to your tits. Quite lovely Lacyslut.
"Now Lacyslut lets see how much you recall of your modeling and porn movie days. Lift your dress to your waist, spread your legs as widely as you can and play with those luscious tits and nipples. Do it until I tell you to stop.
"As you play with your tits, your nipples you will tell me all you're feeling Lacyslut and where you're feeling it. Don't disappoint me by using generalities.
"Be explicit, be a dirty mouthed slut just as you were in your movies.
"Begin Lacyslut! Now!"

 

[SexyChele]

As he spoke to over her cell phone, she knew he must be able to see her. She looked about, trying to get a glimpse of him somewhere among the trees. But nothing. Then the thought hit her - if her were able to hide among the branches, who else might be out there, hiding and watching as she was forced to make a humiliating slut of herself in public.

The blush on her cheeks darkened, and as she slowly revealed her tits to whoever was out there watching her, she looked down and was almost startled to discover her nipples were hard - thick, tight points stretching out from her breasts, aching to be touched, to be pulled and twisted.

When she was told to raise her skirt, she almost protested. NO! This would be too much, far too much humiliation! Yes, her hand reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it slowly up to her waist as she slid down to the edge of the bench, spreading her legs wide.

Okay! He was willing to play this game, well, Patricia, or Lacy, could play it just as well. Yes, she remembered well her porn days, knew what it was that men wanted to hear, and knew how to play the part!

Craddling the cell phone between her chin and shoulder, and taking on now the persona of Lacy as she had more than a decade before, she lowered her hands slowly down her bare shoulders to her chest, and lightly over her breasts. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes as her hands cupped her breasts, raising them, presenting them to whoever was out there in the trees. As her thumb flicked her nipples, she gasped, pinpoints of sensation jolting her body. She began to squeeze and knead the soft, pliable flesh, her thumbs continuing to flick at her nipples.

"Oh yes, that feels so fucking good. You can't even imaging. Sitting out here, almost naked, spread open for anyone to see me, knowing they will know me to be a slut, a whore, and not caring. Oh, yes, makes me so fucking hot - can't you see how wet my cunt is getting? I know you can..."

Grabbing each nipple between her fingertips, Lacy began to pull, pinch, and twist the tender flesh, until she felt the familiar ache.

"Yes, I've always liked this - to have my nipples pulled, stretched. But, then, you would know that, wouldn't you? You would know the look of ectasy that would cross my face each time my nipples were twisted or bit, wouldn't you?

Lacy pulled even harder at her nipples, pulling peaks away from her body, before pushng them back towareds her.

"Oh yes, the pleasurable pain of having my tits pulled and squeezed. And no one ever quite knew just how sensitive thes nipples are - just how much I've loved to have them tortured. But you know, don't you? You've certainly seen the video where my tits are bound, the rope forcing them to swell, the nipples to pop out, begging to be toyed with. The clamps pinching thes tight buds until they were numb and so deliciously sensitive."

Lacy began to pinch her nipples harder, twisting, causing her to cry out softly.

"I'll bet you would like to be sucking on my tits right now, wouldn't you? Biting them, making me cry out for you to stop, for you to continue, driving me out of my mind. Wouldn't you?"

She looked up, confident now, and smiled. She spread her legs just abit further apart.

"Can you see from whatever distance you are, how wet I am? How my own desire is seeping onto the wood of this bench?"

hse was tempted to move her hand between her thighs, but kept her fingers playing with her breasts - heaving them, squeezing them, torturing her own nipples until her cries could be heard clearly from the trail by anyone passing by.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

A Fan:

"Mmmmm, you are a delicious slut, my Lacyslut. You do like being what you know you are don't you?
"You've missed being a hot, wet little slut haven't you my Lacyslut?
"Now that you have no choice but to obey and let Lacyslut out again it thrills and excites you doesn't my Lacyslut?
"The loss of control, the surrendering of that control to me makes your cunt ache doesn't it my Lacyslut?"

"Keep playing, tormenting and torturing your nipples, your tits with one hand My Lacyslut and use the other hand to lightly spank your hairless pussy lips, clit and cunt's mouth.
"Remember those feelings Lacyslut? Remember your little movie titled "The Slut's Pain and Pleasure? Remember how you writhed and moaned screamed as you were hurt and how you begged for more then to be fucked as hard and deeply as possible? Remember how you took a cock in both of your fuck holes and screamed when you came? I do my Lacyslut.
"Do it my little Lacyslut, my little Lacywhore.
"Continue your descriptions, but I forbid your cumming. You will not cum without my permission or else you'll be very sorry my Lacyslut.
"Begin Now!"

I waited until she started then moved. I worked my way through the woods until I could cross the bridal path unseen. Slowly, quietly I moved until I was standing behind her watching over her shoulder as she obeyed. I could clearly hear the wet *splat's* as she spanked and her sounds, that broke into her descriptions, of growing pleasure and need as the pain and pleasure grew more and more intense. The scent of a hot, wet aroused slut's cunt filled the air around the bench. Mmmm, she smelled soo good, soo ready and ripe to be fucked. My cock was fully engorged and strained against the fabric of my trousers as it pulsed in time to my quickened heartbeat.

I removed the folded paper from my jacket pocket along with a pen. It was folded so that only a signature line was visible. Under the line was her typed name. Nothing else could be read.

 

[SexyChele]

Patricia had fully become Lacey once more. Nothing about the half naked woman sitting on the bench, breasts exposed, legs spread, even remotely resembled the Patricia that most of her friends and co-workers knew.

Instead, she had been replaced by the wanton Lacey - an almost alter-ego. In the back of her mind, a small voice cried out faintly for her to stop, to look at what she was doing, and how she was acting. And yet, there was another, louder voice, encouraging her, telling her to continue, to find that ultimate release and give in to it.

Her words failed her. She could no longer speak her desires, so wrapped up in her own pleasures as her hands squeezed the firm flesh of her breasts and her palms ran over her wet slit. She no longer looked for anyone along the path. Her desire had become her own. Her eyes closed, her concentration focused. Her body was screaming at her, demanding release, even as her mind continued its own feeble fight.

She forgot what had brought her here. She no longer thought of the stranger whose words could force her back into the persona of Lacey.

That is, until he spoke, and brought her suddenly, abruptly back to the reality of the situation...

 

[PhoenixPrime]

A slut's Fan:

I watched as she did as instructed and my hard cock throbbed harder and harder in need.

Reaching from the side I cover your mouth as I say in my low growling voice, the threat obvious in the tone of voice used, "Stop. Stop now my Lacyslut. Do Not Move. Listen and obey. Nod if you understand and will do as I've instructed."

You jerked and jumped as my hand covered your mouth then stilled and listened when you realized it was my voice in your ear and not on the phone. Then you nodded slowly.

I took my hand away with an admonition not to turn or look at me. I held the folded paper and placed it on the bench slat next to you. Then I held a pen where you could see it.

"Take the pen my Lacyslut and sign on the line above your name. DO NOT open or read it. Just sign it. You know what will happen if you disobey me."

 

[SexyChele]

The hand across her mouth startled her and brought her quickly back to reality. Patricia froze with fear, suddenly, acutely aware of her nakedness and her vulnerability.

As the voice spoke into her ear, her thudded in terror. No longer could she tell herself her stalker was someplace far away. No. He was here. Behind her. And he truly meant what he said.

When he removed his hand, her first instinct was to scream. But if no one had come along so far, why would she think there would be some one now?

She saw movement out of the corner of her eye, then saw the pen put in front of her. She looked down at the paper, and began to shake her head.

She remembered, from her days as Lacey, the contracts she had had to sign - many of them reducing her to nothing more than a piece of meat to be done with as the holder of the contract pleased. Her eyes filled with tears, she felt her stomach rebel. She had no idea what the paper contained, but if he was hiding its content, it couldn't be good.

He shoved the pen in her direction, and a hand on her back shoved her towards the document. The tears in her eyes reduced her vision to a blur, and her hand shook as she gripped the pen. She wanted to look up at him, to plead with him for her life back. Instead, she had no doubt he would take pleasure in taking her life from her.

Putting the pen to the paper, Patricia took a deep breath, and signed her name.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

A Slut's Fan:

When she'd signed as instructed I took the pen from her hand and picked up the signed paper.

"You'll receive a copy of this in due time my Lacyslut now stand up, take two steps forward and continue what you were doing without turning around."

Again, with the briefest hesitation, she obey and was standing legs apart playing with herself facing the hidden camera across the bridal path.

After adjust the nylon hood to make it a bit more comfortable, I silently moved behind her, dropped my trousers to around my ankles and sat down facing her great ass.

My hands reached out and gripped either side of her hips and slowly drew her back until my legs were between hers and I could begin licking and biting the satiny soft skin of her ass cheeks.

 

[SexyChele]

As her fingers once more found her sensitive clit, her mind slowly slipped away from the mundane. He fingers sank into her pussy and she was surprised at how wet she was. Her juices ran down her thighs, and her fingers and hands were covered with her essence.

She jumped as his hands grabbed at her hips, pulling her backwards. She was fearful of stumbling, but suddenly he stopped her, and when she glanced down, she saw his legs protruding between her own. This was her first sight of him - and she suddenly realized that his trousers ringed his ankles. That could only mean one thing. He was sitting on the bench behind her, at least naked from the waist down. She could instantly imagine his cock, hard and stiff, standing at attention, ready to attack her swollen pussy.

Brief fear fell on her brain just before she felt his lips and teeth on her ass. She closed her eyes at the feeling, once more turning into the slut she had been known for. She kept her fingers running over her clit, even as she wiggled her ass uncontrollably.

With her eyes half-closed, and lips parted, she knew anyone walking by would stop and gape. Yet, she didn't care. In fact, she craved it, wanting to show herself to anyone who happened along.

She felt her body stiffen, with the onslaught of an orgasm. She knew in the back of her mind, that his instructions were such that she should not let herself cum. But, the feeling was so incredible, so immediate. no necessary she couldn't hold herself back. She needed release - had to have it!

Suddenly she felt her fingers ripped from her pussy and held firmly at her sides. She began to struggle, until she felt the sharp, quick bite on her ass.

"I said no, Lacyslut!" He growled.

She stood there, motionless, her cunt on fire, her body still poised to cum, needing to cum. He removed one hand from her wrist, but still she held it to her side as if anticipating his demands.

She jolted and her eyes flew open as he quickly rammed 2 fingers into her cunt. She cried out as his fingers toyed with her, her hips moving of their accord. She felt dizzy, heady, and several times she almost toppled, but his hand held her firm. For now, anyway.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

A Fan:

The fingers in your cunt wiggle and spread as they are pulled out and pushed back in over and over. The tips bend to find and rub your g-spot every time it's passed.

Then they're pulled out, my wrist rotates and now you have two fingers in each of your fuck holes. The newly cunt lubricated ones in your tight ass and the others in your cunt and I begin to fuck both of your holes as I say quietly, "Cum without permission and I will use my belt on this delectible ass until it well welted. However, you may beg me when you don't think you can hold it any longer. Who knows, I just may allow you to cum if you beg well enough."

 

[SexyChele]

As his fingers brushed her g-spot, Lacey felt her body tense, her hips moving with each movement of his fingers. She captured her lower lips between her teeth, willing herself to ignore the sensation, trying to concentrate on something to pull her mind from what her lower body craved so badly.

And then the fingers were gone. Lacey started to breath normally, then gasp as she felt 2 fingers shoved into her ass and 2 fingers rammed into her cunt. Lacey had always craved having her ass fucked - it was one of the things "Patricia" wouldn't do so as to preserve her conservative demeanor. But as the stranger's fingers pummeled into her ass, Lacey responded with her gasps and moans.

Bending over slightly, allowing this man to have better access to her ass, she vaguely heard his words. Now, both her body and mind were screaming at her. The need to cum was too overwhelming, too strong. Lacey knew she was fast approaching the point of no return, the point at which her body would spasm and shake - and find release.

Her lower lip quivering with desire, trying to keep her hands firmly held at her sides, she raised her so as to be heard.

"Please....please, I have to cum," Lacey begged, just as she had countless times in the videos she was in. "Please, let me cum, I need it so -"

Without being able to finish, and before she could hear his voice answer, Lacey felt her body tense then begin to shake and spasm. She felt her cunt and ass clamp down on the fingers within, holding them prisoner within her. Even with fingers stuffed into her cunt, she could feel her juices suddenly soaking her pussy.

As her body recovered, and Lacey was once again aware of her surroundings, she tried to catch her breath as she stumbled slightly trying not to fall.

Then she felt the fingers slide from her body, and she heard the stranger behind her sigh heavily. And suddenly, Lacey was truly fearful.






OOC: Phonenix - Don't know if your PM box is working yet or not, but just wanted to say that I really enjoy where you are taking this thread. Thanks! Sorry to interrupt with an OOC - now, back to our regular programming.....

 

[PhoenixPrime]

A Fan:

OOC: Tis not where I'm taking it Chele it's where we are taking and I must say I'm enjoying it at least as much as you are. *lil smile* Perhaps more.

IC:
I say as I sigh, "You were warned my Lacyslut and you've disobeyed me. Take two steps forward and freeze."

She obeys, shaking but resuming the leg spread position I'd last dictated.

I stood and pulled up my trousers again and slid the belt from it's loops with the silibant 'hisssss' of leather sliding past fabric.

I reached out and gripped your upper arm and turned as I led you to face the bench.

"Now my disobedient Lacyslut bend over and lock your knees. Legs wide spread. Grip a bench slat and don't let go without my permission.
"You will be punished now for disobeying me. You may scream all you wish I don't care how much attention you bring on yourself for I'll just vanish into the woods taking your clothing with me and leaving you here naked for whoever finds you to do with as they wish.
"Who knows they may even help rather than take advantage of a helpless, volumptious naked slut with a dripping cunt."

I paused for a moment as she assumed the instructed position and then continued, "You will count out each stroke of the belt. Miss one and it doesn't count and will be done again. Lose count and I'll begin all over again.
"You will receive twenty lashes from my belt my bad Lactslut and then we'll see what happens after that.
"Is all of that perfectly clear to you my Lacyslut?"

I'd wrapped the belt around my hand leaving about 18" hanging free and drew back my arm as she replied.

 

[SexyChele]

Her body trembled as he swung her around to the bench. Bending forward, she remembered to spread her legs wide, her feet barely able to hold a balance in the high heels she still wore. She reached out and grabbed the top slat on the bench back, her lips quivering.

She flashed back to one of the fist videos she had been in. A cut rate S/M flick that was more intent on truly hurting the actresses than fulfilling any customer fantasy. Lacey had been whipped in that video - whipped hard. She had passed out during filming and remembered the "director" being extremely angry with her. She had only had that one scene in the video, yet now her mind roared at the thought that this man may have seen that scene.

Her hair flew in her face, and tears welled up once more in her eyes. She knew he was waiting for an answer, and in a flash of a moment Lacey determined that she would show this stranger that she could play his game just as well as he could. Maybe even better! If he expected her to play the parts that Lacey did, to become the image that Lacey was, she would show him just how strong Lacey could be.

"Yes, Sir, I understand complete," she called out to the man behind her.

She braced herself for the feel of leather on her tender flesh, but it didn't come right away. At first she began to relax, then she realized what he was doing -

~ C R A C K ~

The leather slapped across her ass and took her breath away momentarily as her fingers gripped the wood.

"One, Sir!"

Again, she tensed, awaiting the next onslaught, and when it didn't come right away, her fear increased. This was no "wannabe" - this was some one who knew. He understood the game.

~ C R A C K ~

Lacey gasped as the belt cut close to where it had just previously. She leaned into the bench, her ass already beginning to burn.

"Two, Sir!"

Lacey started back to her thoughts...

~ C R A C K ~

As the belt struck the tops of her thighs, white lights shot before Lacey's eyes. Her grip increased on the wood, and she stumbled slightly to keep her balance.

"Three, Sir!"

But Lacey's voice was not as loud as it had been. Her ass and thighs were already beginning to burn. She was no longer accustomed to this, had no built up reserve to deal with the pain and humiliation of being so punished.

~ C R A C K ~

The leather criss-crossed the previous stripes, causing a searing pain to race through Lacey's body. Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and she hung her head between her arms.

"Four, Sir..."

Would she make it to 20? Or would she pass out before then? She braced against the wood, trying to keep in mind that if she relaxed the muscles in her ass and thighs, the pain was less. Still, she could feel her body tightening up once more...

 

[PhoenixPrime]

A Slut's Fan:

On and on it went, slowly, with a pause between each so the full impact of all of the feelings could invade your body, your mind. The sudden impact of leather to skin, then the sharp searing pain, then the heat along each stripe as it appeared on pale unblemished skin. Unblemished that is until the welts began to rise.

At 15 your knees buckled, but you didn't lose count it was just slow in coming and in a shaking voice.

At 18 your hips had begun to move forward and backward seeking, wanting just as Lacyslut's had done.

"These are to where you disobeyed and to remind you I control all of you slut, even your orgasms."

My hand gripped a tit and squeezed to hold you in place. I moved a step and swung the belt so it struck down the cleft of your lusious ass. The tail's tip struck your pussy and pussy lips. No hesitation the last, if you count correctly, lands in the same place the tip striking your cunt's mouth from bottom to top.

 

[SexyChele]

His words reverberated in her ears, but her head was buzzing too loudly. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he ass felt as though it were on fire.

And yet, at some point, Lacey felt her juices starting to flow - just as they had before. Her head hung in humiliation at be exposed and also at having her lust brought to the surface.

As the tip of the of the belt cruelly licked her clit, Lacey jumped, still clinging to the bench. Her clit was swollen, and so ready to find release once again. As the leather flick it with a hard kiss, Lacey cried out with a combination of pleasure and pain. Her body began to shake, yet her grip remained strong on the bench.

"19, Sir..."

Lacey's voice was almost breathless. She could almost feel the welts rising, burning her skin - and increasing her desire at the same time.

~ S L A P ~

The leather once more snaked between her thighs, giving her clit a final kiss, before falling away. Lacey screamed this time, unable to hold back anymore. But was her scream for pain? Or pleasure? Her legs began to tremble, and she doubted they would be able to bear her weight.

"20....Sir...."

Lacey's voice was barely audible over her tears and exhaustion. Not trusting that she would be able to move, she stayed in that position, leaning heavily on the bench, waiting for her legs to stop shaking.

Her ass burned, and her clit still smarted with the final 2 lashes. She hung her head in humiliation, her sobs loud in the quiet place they were in. In the farthest reaches of her mind she worried what he would do to her now. One thing she hoped for was that he would let her cum. Her clit ached with need, her mind searching for the pleasure that soon followed the pain.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

A slut's Fan:

As you counted out the last two strokes of the belt, I stuffed the belt into my pocket and moved behind you. Trousers dropped to my ankles again and without warning I drove my hard, throbbing and fairly long and fat cock into your cunt.

Not the gentle entry of a lover, no, the near raping entry of a Master, an Owner, one who had total control over you and well you knew it as you felt the head slam against your cervix and griiind on it.

My arms circled your waist and lifted. We turned until I was sitting and you were straddling my lap impaled on my hardness in your hot, wet depths. Now your cervix stretching as my cock sought your farthest depths.... your womb. Your body weight helping.

My hands filled with your heavy, firm tits and kneaded, squeezed and twisted them to the point it began to hurt before backing off to start all over again... and again... and again.

"Fuck me my slut, fuck me hard and take it all my sex slave, my slut. Now!"