Naive Novices
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She stood at the foot of the stairs at the appointed time, chewing
over the events of the last day or so. The harness now was marvellous,
she was becoming accustomed to it – as was her body – and it felt good
to wear it, his hungry looks at her told her all she needed to know of
the effects it had on him. The rubbing now produced not such intense
sensations and yet, held her in a constant state of arousal, so much
so that she had been unable to resist touching herself at odd times,
the gnawing need in her pussy growing with each day and sex session
that passed. To say that she was content with her life here and the
marvellous sex it provided for her would be to grossly understate it,
she was ecstatic. Susan’s thoughts were interrupted though as the
lounge door slammed and the Professor walked through the great hall to
stand close to and a little behind her. That he would be ogling her
backside wasn’t in doubt, it seemed that her backside was a favourite
part of her for him and she bathed in the admiration he was giving
her.
“Put these on,” he said and dropped the shoes down on the floor in
front of her.
They were impossibly high. The heels of the shoes he had given her
were so thin and high that she felt she couldn’t even stand in them.
They were polished black and pointed at the toes, the foot part angled
so steeply that she felt her toes would be crushed as her feet slid
forward down onto them. Lovely shoes but surely impossible to wear.
He, the Professor, was naked also and completely so, his huge cock
hung down his inner thigh like that of a young pony and Susan wasn’t
slow in noticing it and in ogling it like a star-struck hopeful
whenever the opportunity arose for her. In his hand he held a short
and rigid cane, bamboo she supposed it was and yet it looked somehow
to be of different material.
“Put them on,” he repeated with impatience.
Gingerly she lifted a foot and stepped into the shoe, instantly her
height increasing and she tried unsteadily to retain her balance to
repeat the same with the other foot – but failed, she need to rest a
hand on the banister rail for support as she carried out the task to
then stand upright, her body leaning forward so much that she felt she
might fall at any moment.
“Marvellous!” he stated firmly, the pleasure in his voice sounding
clearly, “They shape your legs and thighs so admirably, give you
height and, once you are practised with them, will make your gait
elegant and graceful.”
At that moment she felt anything but elegant and graceful, more
clumsy and uncertain. It help though when he pulled her arms behind
her back, put her wrists together and then tied the ‘D’ rings of her
wrist cuffs together to secure her hands behind her back. She feared
now that, if she should fall, she would do herself some serious
injury. Her fears increased more when she felt him tie cord around her
left elbow and then her right one, she gasped aloud as he pulled the
tension on and her elbows were drawn inward toward each other behind
her back, pushing her chest out harshly being the only way to ease the
dreadful tension now on her arms and shoulders.
“Take a few steps,” he urged her, his voice thick and the rising
excitement sounding in it. The Professor took a step back from her,
readied the cane and allowed himself a quick stroke of his rapidly
stiffening cock.
“But...Master...” she tried to object.
Swish, crack!
“Eeeeooowwwch!” she cried out as the stroke of the cane stung harshly
across her bare buttock cheeks. Although her hips jerked as the blow
landed she fought to maintain her balance, not an easy task at all
given the high of the heels she was balancing on. Hesitantly she
lifted her left foot, took a short step and then began to transfer her
weight onto it. The pain! The discomfort, the effort required and the
fear! It was though okay for her. It was quite painful but she managed
it.
“Ouch!” she yelped as another swipe of the cane stung her backside.
“Keep going,” he ordered her and landed another lash of the cane on
her buttocks.
Hobbling like an old granny Susan managed a few steps, by keeping her
head up and shoulders back she could maintain a precarious balance and
to perform a most ungainly walk of a kind.
“Stop!” he called as she nearer the wide front doors, “Turn and face
me.”
If the walking was difficult then turning was a monumental task, she
tried and failed, screaming out as she began to topple sideways and
was only saved by his quick actions, grasping her and holding her
until she regained her balance. He kept his grip on her shoulders and
moved in close to her front, his huge stiffening cock slipping easily
between the tops of her thighs to rest there, heavy and warm, thick
and pulsing as it pressed through to her anus and against the lower
lips of her pussy. God how she wanted it up her, to have his wonderful
big cock up her again and to feel the warm and thick sunk of his
filling her insides.
Her excitement grew more when he leaned down and kissed each of her
nipples in turn, a light and tender kiss to each of her erect buds,
the sensations from those light contacts shooting through her body and
down on to her pussy to end in a breath-taking internal thud. She
cried out in pleasure as he sucked one of her teats into his mouth,
bit down gently on it and then sawed the tip of his tongue back and
forth across the tip of it. She was there, she wanted it, would surely
get it and began trying to shift her feet apart in anticipation of his
entry, the shoes proving most cumbersome and detracting much from the
excitement of the clinch. Suddenly though, and to her great
disappointment, the Professor broke away from her abruptly and stepped
back, lifted the cane and paused to grin at her before issuing the
order, “Walk, slut, walk for me.”
Again she hobbled and stumbled ungainly, trying to comply but the
bloody heels of the shoes either slipping on the polished floorboards
or catching in the rugs as she crossed the wide hallway.
Whack! The cane bit rapidly and without warning.
“Eeeeooowwwch!”
He lashed the cane across the outside of her upper thigh, not a
particularly hard blow but enough to sting like hell and to bring home
the point to her, “Head up and keep moving!”
More she walked and turned and more he lashed the cane at her outer
thighs, the pain of which seemed far more intense even than when
applied to her buttocks. Back and forth the girl waddled and stumbled,
the cane stinging her legs often and yet, through it, her sense of
arousal and sexual need increased. It was like she was being naughty
in some way and he punishing her, feelings and emotions fairly new to
her but not unpleasant and, in truth, rather stimulating and
exhilarating. For many minutes, about twenty, she guessed, he had her
walk, halt, would touch her, fondle her, kiss her and rub that great
stiff cock of his against her before breaking off and making her walk
again. Her outer thighs burned hot from the cane blows, her pussy was
afire also but not with pain, just a raw burning ache of deep sexual
need.
“Does slut want me to fuck her?” he asked mockingly.
“Yes, Master,” she said breathlessly, her chest tight and heaving,
the need within her now becoming unbearable. She guessed though that
this knowing bastard was well aware of it and, was perhaps the reason
he had tied her so, made her wear the shoes and was treating her so.
She didn’t care, it was all too good to question, she wanted simply to
enjoy it and to look forward to feeling her pussy stretched wide again
as his huge cock filled her insides. The shoes rubbed her and hurt
like hell, her calf muscles threatened to cramp up but she bit her
tongue and endured – for him, her wonderful new Master and rapidly
becoming the love of her life.
“Okay,” he finally announced, his tone of voice indicating that
nothing was amiss and that the shoe session was ended, “Slip off the
shoes, slut.”
He watched as, with a great deal of difficulty, Susan removed the
shoes, by leaning back against the wall for support and using one foot
to prise the tight shoe from one foot first and then the other to
remove the second shoe. The relief was wonderful when she was out of
them and yet, she felt so tiny now with her bare feet down on the
floor. There could be no doubt that the shoes certainly added to her
confidence and, once used to them, she felt she would come to love
wearing them as much as she did now the harness.
“You will later take them to your rooms and wear them often to get
used to them. Within two days I will expect you to wear them at all
times when in the house and most definitely in my presence.”
“Of course, Master,” she said although not at all convinced herself
she wasn’t about to let him know that and, if she hadn’t, he would
surely punish her, something now that she knew would be the prelude to
getting exactly what she wanted – a length of his cock.
“And now, slut, you will kneel and pay homage to my cock with your
mouth.”
She sunk to her knees before him but with a pained expression etched
on her pretty face, “Master, I will willingly suck it but please, I
would prefer it up me and not to finish it orally.”
He placed his left hand on top of her head and used his right to
guide his cock head close to her waiting mouth, “What you wish as a
slave is unimportant. When you agree to serve you serve completely,
your own desires and preferences take second place to that of your
Master and his cock. Do as you are bid, slut or face the
consequences.”
She obediently took his cock into her mouth and began sucking, her
heart heavy though for not only did she not wish him to spunk down her
throat again but also she needed is cock up her.
“Don’t suck,” he guided gently, “Use only your lips on the side of
the shaft, turn your head to achieve it, use your tongue up the
underside of it, mew and moan your pleasure as you do so and in turn
give maximum pleasure to your Master.”
He drew breath as she complied, her moist lips and wet, tickling
tongue a true delight to feel on his throbbing cock. “Start from the
base of my cock with your tongue,” he said softly, his voice now thick
with arousal and his cock twitching in reactive excitement. “I
explained before, have you forgotten so soon?”
“No, Master,” she broke off to say and then did as he said, looking
up at him with wide eyes and transmitting all her devotion and sexual
teasing to him to make him groan loudly in pleasure and his hips shift
forward to increase the pressure of her touch on him. For many times
she licked and kissed, caressed and stroked his big cock with her
mouth and tongue.
Quite abruptly and now not so surprisingly to her, the Professor took
a step back and broke the contact, he was, she guessed, becoming too
aroused and wanted to delay his orgasm, for that she was most grateful
to him.
“Stand, bitch and back up against the banister post of the stairs”.
Once she was in position he bound her already secured wrists to the
thick, polished post to hold her in a standing position and yet unable
to move away from it in any direction. His right hand covered her left
breasts to caress and squeeze the firm orb a little roughly,
unnecessarily roughly she felt.
“Your lesson for this afternoon slut is how pain can turn to
pleasure.”
Her instincts screamed caution, “How so, Master?” Then her head threw
back and she let out an ear-piercing scream of deep agony.
He had slapped her left tit hard, from the side, using his tensed
palm and not a little force to slam her firm orb so hard that it
slapped across her body to batter against her right tit. Before the
slut had time to start wailing again he used his other hand to slap at
her right tit, slapping that in turn hard against her left. She was
screeching and struggling against her bonds, her mouth open and her
eyes closed as she wailed her pain but he was unconcerned, more
excited now than he had been before. As the girl wailed and writhed he
slapped first with his right and then his left hand, spanking her firm
tits hard, from the sides, down onto the tops of them and the up from
underneath as much as the short platforms of the harness would allow.
For nearly three full minutes he smacked her orbs until they took on a
reddish hue and she was sobbing and wailing at the same time. His cock
reared up with each slap he gave her, his gaze flicking back and forth
between her tits and her pained expression to feed the pumping thrill
and sexual buzz pounding through him. Then, quite suddenly, he halted
the beating and pinched each of her erect nipples between finger and
thumb of each of his hands, gripping hard and pinching down spitefully
hard on the tender teats.
“Pain should be welcomed,” his throaty voice extolled, “Pleasure
follows pain, my little cock-sucking slut.”
He held the pressure on her nipples for a moment and then released
them, pressed the head of his cock against her moist cunt slit and
waited for the reaction. As the blood flow returned to her crushed
teats she began to howl, like an animal in pain, long, loud and with
full gusto. Her body quivered and jerked as the pain rushed into her
fleshy buds, grinding against the head of his cock against her to
bring to him the very sweetest of sensations and to push his sense of
arousal soaring.
Once her wailing had subsided a little he began working his cock up
into her slit, using his foot to kick her ankles apart and to open her
thighs to allow him access to her sex hole. Up and up he pushed his
huge cock, stretching her cunt wide and forcing her to flex her knees
outward so as to accommodate him. When fully up her and one at a time,
he lifted each of her legs up to his side and got her to cross her les
over behind his back, she now supporting herself that way and by
leaning back against the banister post. His head dipped in and he
began licking at her cleavage at the same time as beginning to pump
his cock in and out of her wet sex.
“Master...” she stammered as he body was jerked upward and jolted by
his powerful thrusting, her head jerking the same to make talking not
an easy task, “...I understand now. The pain was terrible but now, the
heat, the tingling, the pleasure, the...Ooooh, Oooooh!”
His hands slipped around and under her bare buttocks, the fingers
close to her anus. The fingers of his left hand pulled the thin strap
of her harness clear of her buttock crease whilst the middle finger of
his right sought and founds the tiny puckered ring of her arse hole.
His hips lunged up hard and fast, fucking the slut frantically and
heatedly and then his finger pressed against the centre of the ring of
little muscles around her arse and began to push up in.
“Noooooo!” she screamed and then, Yes! Ooooooh! Yeeesssss!”
The harder and faster he fucked her the more the little bitch liked
it, he forced his thick finger further up into her tight arse hole and
felt her entire body grip, shuddered and then she screamed wildly as
she came, her whole body jerking and thrashing around as the exquisite
sensations ripped through her.
The Professor could not hold back, his cock jerked inside her and
then the first jet of his warm spunk shot forcefully into her, far up
inside her young body to be followed by many more of the same as he
emptied himself into her. His orgasm was made all the better by her
wild screeching and moaning of joy as she felt his thick seed coating
her delicate insides.
When he was done he freed himself of her gripping legs around his
waist and had her stand as he moved back from her but, the bitch
couldn’t stand, she was murmuring incoherently as she sunk down onto
her backside on the floor and sat there, still tied to the post with a
dreamy expression on her face and thick globules of his cum oozing out
of her reddened cunt slit.
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