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I think I may have been raped tonight. But I'm not
sure. There is nobody offline that I can talk to about
it. My name is...well just call me Susan and I are almost
17 years old. In a lot of ways I appear to be a normal
teenager. I hang with my friends, am learning to drive,
and am just starting to worry about college. I guess
the only thing that is really different about me is
that I have a Master (you can call him) John; and I
are his slave, his slut, and his property. God you have
no idea how good it feels to write that. John owns me,
I would do anything for him-and he knows it, expects
it...demands it. Here is where it gets kinda sticky.
John is 28 yrs old. Since I am underage and in fact
living at home we have to keep things quiet. My master
and I get together as often as we can but the truth
is a large part of our relationship is facilitated by
technology. Cell Phones, E-mail, Scanners, Beepers-we
use them all. Master can track my every movement, he
can reach me whenever he wants me. I did not become
a slave overnight. I have dated other guys before I
met John. I enjoyed flirting with them, teasing just
a little. Some guys are so weak. I'd just walk by, wiggle
my plump little ass, smile and they were mine. To be
honest, well they bored me.
John was so different. He was powerful, commanding.
I instinctively knew I could not manipulate him. It
felt natural, right to obey him. Obedience is the only
thing of value I have to give my sweet master.
Usually I am such a good little Slave. Last week though,
I was not. That's why I am in so confused now. I think
that I why I was raped. I got a call from my master
at 5am Monday morning.
"Uh...hello. Whizit?" I groaned sleepily.

"Pull down your panties, spread your legs and
masturbate for me. Now."
"Yes master, right away!" I said as I threw
the covers back, and took off my master's oversized
nightshirt that I always slept in. Soon I was completely
naked. I locked my bedroom door and spread myself on
the bed.
"I'm ready master, I'm so wet for you. I'm thinking
of you. I wish you were here, I wish you were touching
me. Oh master I'm squeezing my tits for you. My little
nipples are so hard, won't you taste them? Please master,
I need you. I'm rubbing my juices on my nipples. They
look so slick, and hot now. Master my cunt is red and
raw, my pussy is all itchy and wet. My thighs keep sliding
together. Are you hard master, should I come to you
and suck your dick for you? I can sneak out, please
master I could be there in 30 minutes. I need you master.
I don't want my fingers in my cunt, I want your thick
dick in me. Pleeazze master, oh god, oh god I'm gonna
cum!" I wailed.
"No! You do not have my permission to cum. Stop
slave. I want you to be thinking of me all day in school.
Reach in your pussy and scoop your juices out. Now rub
it into your hair and skin. You are not to shower today.
I want anyone who gets close to smell that you are a
sweaty little slut in heat. Put on your blue satin shirt,
black denim jeans and leather sandals. No panties, no
bra, no socks, no makeup, no shower, no deodorant, no
perfume. Do you understand?"
My heart was pounding. Did John know what he was asking?
I only owned one pair of Black jeans. They were a size
and a half too small for me now. It was going to look
like they were sprayed on me. Without panties the stiff
material was going to be rubbing against my clit-I'd
be in a state of constant arousal all day. The shirt
though...my god in the right light it was almost see
through.
Having that sheer material sliding over my sensitive,
apple-sized breasts would be torture. But the worst
thing had to be the smell. I reeked of sex, I smelled
like a freshly fucked whore. How could John ask me to
do this? Then it hit me. He wasn't ASKING me. He was
TELLING me. This was not my boyfriend making a wardrobe
request. This was my master giving his slave an order.

"Yes master, I understand. I'll be a good slave."

"When you are dressed take a few Polaroid and
scan it to me. I have to drive upstate today and I want
to see how slutty you look. "John said and then
hung up.
I received many strange looks that day. I wore the
shirt out to help cover my ass, but it was obvious that
the jeans were way too tight. Guys kept pointing at
me, and girls were whispering. People were staring at
the front of my shirt, it was just opaque enough that
they were not sure if I was wearing a bra. I was really
flustered by the no panty thing. I was dripping little
streams of cum. I had been to the bathroom twice to
clean up. Around 4th period my cell phone rang.
"Where are you, and did you follow my orders?
"
"I'm in the cafeteria. Yes master I did everything
you told me." I lied in a calm voice.
Imagine my surprise when I saw my master striding towards
me. I was so embarrassed, ashamed. I had worn the outfit
my master selected. I had no bra, or panties on. But...I
had showered, and did have makeup, perfume, and deodorant
on.
My master sat down at the table next to me and did
not say a word.
"H, Hello master. Um, I thought you were out of
town on business today. See I wore the outfit you asked
me to, do you like it? I have not masturbated all day
just like you told me to...Master I'm so sorry!"

"Slave I gave you some very simple instructions
this morning. You. Lied. To. Me. I am very disappointed
in you. I have no use for a disobedient, lying slut.
I think we are done," John said as he rose to leave.

I was losing my master, the center of my universe.
I had lied to him and it was all my fault. Of course
he would catch me. My master knows me so well. He knew
this would be hard for me. I could have made him so
happy. Imagine if he had found me dressed like a whore
and smelling like a slut? If I had surprised him with
my obedience? I couldn't let it end like this. I had
to try.
"Please Master, I'll do anything. Just give me
a chance. Punish me! Discipline your slave, but don't
leave me! I love you sir, please I love you! "

John stared at me with cold, stern expression on his
face for several seconds.
"OK, I'll give you a chance, to earn the right
to be punished. Right now you mean nothing to me. It
is bad enough that you did not do what I told you to
do. But you lied to me. Do you think I am a fool. One
of the stupid little boys that you used to control?
Slut I am your MASTER! It will not be easy to earn my
trust back. Your crime was severe, my punishment will
be the worst thing that has ever happened to you. I
will show no mercy. But before you will have the opportunity
to be punished, you must carry out my original instructions.
I want that fucking makeup off of you, and I want your
pussy juice rubbed into your hair and face. Right now
you are not my slave. You are just a lying Bitch. The
choice is yours."
Hearing the anger in my loving Master's voice was almost
too much to bear. I had hurt him. I had betrayed my
master. He had never called me a bitch before. It had
always been Susan, slave, or sexy- little-slut. I had
to win his love back. I did not deserve it, but I had
to try. I was making a choice, no more hiding, no more
double life. My master would come first. As far as the
punishment...well I guess I figured that if I got my
master to love me again, if I was a good, submissive,
obedient slut-slave he wouldn't hurt me too bad.
"Master I love you, and I deserve any punishment
you see fit to give. I will obey, I will submit. I am
your property. You have the right to do anything to
me. I trust you sir, please do not leave your little
slave. I need my master. I am so sorry master. I will
do anything," I said in a quiet pleading, respectful
voice, as tears rolled down my face.
"Alright little whore bitch, let's get started.
It occurred to me that since I can't trust you, I don't
know if you are wearing panties or not. I mean it's
not like I can take your word for it. Show me."

We were in school. In a crowded cafeteria. We had not
been very discreet today. There had been screaming,
crying, and I was dressed like 5-dollar crack whore.
My 28 yr old Master was sitting across from me. It felt
like everyone was looking. I knew they weren't but still...

Slowly I unzipped my jeans and pulled up my shirt to
just over my belly button. I was sitting down and the
table blocked the view of most people. If Master looked
quickly maybe nobody would see.
I slowly got up. Master slid his chair back and indicated
that I was to stand between his legs. Slowly I raised
my shirt and the gapped open jeans revealed the tops
of my pubic hair. I felt so exposed standing there.
I could not help blushing. Anyone who looked closely
could see me. I kept my eyes on my master. How far would
he take this? Would he strip me naked in front of everyone?
Would he make me fuck him right here. That would teach
me a lesson. I felt my cunt begin to drip at the thought.
My god how this man could turn me on, could play with
me. As much as a small part of me sometimes rebelled-I
knew that when master pushed me, he expanded my sexual
pleasure.
Yes he was doing it primarily to please himself...but
he also made sure I would enjoy the experience. John
was such a good master. But he was still angry with
me. "Reach in your pussy and spread your bitch
juice on you face." I started shaking. I could
not seem to make myself do what master had ordered.
Someone would see! Oh, if only I had listened to master.
I could have done this in the privacy of my own room.
It was my fault for defying him. I tried my best to
slide a finger into my pussy as surreptitiously as possible.
I rubbed it into my cheek and looked at John. He seemed
puzzled.
"Do it again, this time get a lot on your finger
and hold it up so I can see."
I wanted to obey him but I knew I would fail. My pussy
was almost dry. I had cleaned my girl cum out in the
bathroom just before master called. I had to tell him.

"Master...there is no more. I have been cumming
all day, and was smelling really bad so...I went to
the bathroom and cleaned it all out. I am sorry master."

I knew Master was furious, but his face never showed
it. He did not like it when a disobedient slave thwarted
his plans.
"Do you expect me to BELIEVE you? Should I just
TAKE your word for it?
Put my hands in your pussy and I will check for myself."

It was humiliating. Not so much what master was telling
me to do(although that was bad enough), but why he felt
he had to. My master did not trust me. He thought I
might look him in the eye, while standing between his
legs-and disrespectfully lie to him. I was Jonathan
Pressman's slave! There is dignity in that, honor. I
had the love and trust of kind and powerful man. But
I had lost it...no I had pissed it away. Every time
he questioned my honesty, my loyalty, my obedience-my
love it physically hurt me, because I knew how much
it must have hurt him to do so. I would get his trust
back. I would earn the right to be his little slut again.
I could not wait to prove myself to him.
If he wanted me naked in my High School cafeteria...oh
god I would do it. I reached out and took my master's
right hand and put it down the front of my jeans. His
hand felt so hot as his fingers wriggled about feeling
for the entrance to my vagina. Master's expression was
cool and detached. He was not doing this for my pleasure.
This was almost a medical exam. He simply wanted to
evaluate how juicy I was.
Apparently I had been upgraded from bitch, because
I had obeyed him and told the truth. But if the truth
be known in some ways it was worse. This man is not
my boyfriend, we are not equals. Yes I love him, and
I know he is fond of me; but I preferred to acknowledge
his dominance over me by calling him master. In public
it was sometimes necessary to use our given names. When
he called me Susan it was usually an attempt to disguise
what we really were-a slave and her loving master. I
guess having master call me Susan was a little better
than Bitch, but it was still a reminder that because
of my disobedience our relationship had changed.
He took me into the boy's bathroom. He just walked
right in, smiled at the nerd who was washing his hands,
and escorted me in to the large handicapped stall.
I could not tell if anyone else was outside the stall,
but I knew better than to keep master waiting. I pulled
my pants down and my shirt off. Master sat down on the
toilet and said, "Feed me your breasts."
I stood close to him and leaned over his face. I held
my right tit up to his face and mashed it tight against
his mouth. John breathed and sniffed my tit for several
seconds before greedily devouring it. He lovingly licked
the underside before settling in on my nipples. Master
nibbled and sucked me hard. His arms circled my waist
and he hugged me tight. After a while he started playing
with my pussy while sucking my tits. It was too much.

"Master please you have to stop or I will come,
please master I am trying to be your good little slave.
Master you are making me feel too good, oh god master
stop or I will cum!" I wailed in desperation. "That's
ok Susan, you have permission to cum. I want you to

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