And I guess I like to have things put inside my ass.And I guess I like to have things put inside my ass." She began fidgeting nervously with her fingers, afraid she had confided too much to me. Her voice cracked when she spoke. I had located a nerve ending, and I decided to explore it immediately. "I have a long, thin battery-operated dildo, Laurie. I'm going to penetrate your asshole with it later on this evening, and leave it inside you for a long time. Maybe I'll whip your backside while it's in there! Do you think you'd like that?" Her face turned crimson. She shifted her legs. "I know I would like that. I'd like that very much," she said so softly I could barely hear her. "I won't let you down. I promise not to hurt you beyond what you can endure, and I promise to leave no marks. I have only one rule--I insist on complete obedience. You are my slave for the rest of this evening. If a slave is disobedient, she gets punished. If she obeys, she is rewarded. Do you understand?" "Y-yes," she replied, barely above a whisper. "Then it's time to begin. Stand up, Laurie." As she moved her legs to stand, she opened them just enough to afford me a brief glimpse of the 'V' of her crotch, covered as it was by the darker colored pantyhose tops above her thighs. She stood just a few feet in front of me, head obediently lowered, eyes closed. Her dark blue skirt had fallen back into place. She wore a white cotton, short-sleeved blouse, unbuttoned at the neck. Her hands were at her sides, her fingers nervously fidgeting. "I wand to examine what I've bought. Every inch of it. Every part." "Yes, mistress." She did not raise her head or open her eyes. It was the first time she had called me "mistress". It sounded nice. "Come closer to me," I commanded. She took child-like steps on the softness of the carpet beneath her stockinged feet. She stopped, her knees just inches from mine. "Laurie, I want you to kneel down and raise your hands over your head and hold them there until I tell you to lower them." Without hesitation she did as I told her. By her actions, I knew she would make a good slave. Her hands were fists above her lowered head, her eyes still closed. I inched forward from my seat and brought my fingers to her face. Gently, I massaged the skin of her forehead and cheeks with the tips of my fingers for several moments. |