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A couple of
young black boys, adorned in baseball hats and doo-rags, laughed in her
direction. “Whatchoo looking at, white ho?” one jeered, and
Every week
she promised herself she wouldn’t come back. Her therapist had worked with her
for months. “
“MALE
MASTER LOOKING FOR GENEROUS FEMALE SUBMISSIVES FOR BRIEF INTERLUDES. I WILL LET YOU KNOW WHAT A PILE OF
BILE YOU ARE.”
That had
been the ad in the free weekly. And
As
Last week,
Casey had rubbed Band-Aids in Ben-Gay and put one on each of Lydia’s nipples,
and then made her hold a nickel to the wall with her nose, while kneeling on
bits of gravel. For an hour.
She’d
thought then he would have gotten her up and they’d have gone through the usual
whipping and him allowing her to suck him off. But Casey had just sent her home
then. “I’m not feeling too social today, Dirtbag” he’d said this, while putting
her five portraits of Ben Franklin in his wallet.
Sometimes
the sessions were long and interesting…invigorating, like the time he’d tied
her to the floor and screwed her pussy with his big toe, or the time he’d tied
her to the bottom of a U-Haul truck (she’d rented it for him) and he’d driven
along a bumpy road and she’d bounced horribly against the steel floor.
Once, Casey
had suspended
Every time
Bonnie had cum, Casey had jumped up and thrashed
But it was
true, she’d cried bitterly while Casey had fucked Bonnie, and Bonnie had
actually made fun of her!
Another
session had consisted of
Whatever he
did to her…the time he’d made her rim out homeless drunk men’s asses at the bus
station…she took it all…because after all, he was her Master Casey!
Just
imagining Casey’s beautiful blond curls, his jutting chin and his contemptuous
look. “Dirtbag”
Casey always said. “You know you need this. Just to remind you of how loathsome
you really are.”
And it
wasn’t as if men didn’t like
It was
because men had always treated
Her
fantasies had always been shameful and disgusting…until she’d met Casey. He’d
made everything all right. Somehow, when she left Casey’s ratty house, bruised
and humiliated, the hole in her soul was filled. She had higher self-esteem,
and felt great…but she knew it was unhealthy to do these things.
The woman
didn’t even look up at
There he
was, leaning languorously against the doorjamb. Casey’s muscles seemed to push
out the button down Brooks brothers shirt he had
tucked into his shorts.
“Well, now
Dirtbag…so you’re here. A little early, aren’t we? Hope Cloris wasn’t too
freaked about you practically knocking her down when you came in.”
Casey spun
on his sandaled heel and walked through the tiny kitchen into the living room.
Casey’s
teeth set. “Take off your bogus business suit, and kneel on the floor, you
pig.”
Casey looked
at her critically. “You are developing love handles, Dirtbag.” Casey snickered as
Casey
grinned. “Maybe I should put you on Hyacinth’s plan. She’s a tubbo, and I cane
her viciously for every pound she’s overweight when she comes here…we get on
the scale and everything. When she actually gains weight after a session, I
whip her tits.”
What was
happening today? Was Casey going to whip her? Cover her with clothespins and
knock them off? That had happened once. He was such an imaginative little fuck.
Casey looked
at Lydia a bit tenderly. “You know, Lydia, honey. I know it’s difficult being a
slavegirl…and you look so lonely. You probably don’t get laid much.”
Lydia looked
at Casey, amazed. Was he…could he be wanting to make love to her? He’d never
done that, though often she’d rubbed her clit while kissing his feet.
Casey smiled
kindly. “I want you to have love, too, and I worry so much about you, putting
all this money into your training. I mean, your billable hours probably barely
cover MY billable hours.” Casey snorted at this, and winked at Lydia.
“So I have a
friend, and I want you to meet him. I want you to have an intense time.” Casey
turned and whistled, and in a moment, a naked girl, her head shaved, brought in
a Great Dane. “This is Duke, honey.” Casey said with a big smile. “And the
creature pulling him I call Dingleberry. I just shaved Dingle’s head because I
caught her masturbating with a pair of my underwear. Get the fuck out of here,
Dingleberry, and leave Duke with me.”
The bald woman looked at the ground and walked
out, and the Great Dane came up to Casey, wagging its long tail.
Casey smiled
at the dog and rubbed its head. “Do I have a treat for you, Dukie! Yes, this is
better than anything you’ve had in a while.”
The dog lay
down and Casey walked over to Lydia and grabbed her by the nape of the neck,
forcing her to the floor. He slapped her ass, hard and she bent it up, and he
began playing his fingers in her clitoris. “Now, then…doesn’t that smell good?”
Lydia
wondered what was going on now. Casey rarely touched her private parts with his
fingers. He even used latex surgeon’s gloves when he put clothespins and her
office binder clips on her mound, but he was stroking her now, and how good it felt!
“Yes, there
we go…are you hot, honey?” Casey’s voice was quite comforting.
“Yes,
Master…I feel quite excited.” Lydia said, breathing heavily. Casey’s fingers
were diligently rubbing her labia, and she was getting more and more excited.
She didn’t
understand why he’d brought his dog in, but maybe he was going to make love to
her, and he liked to have the dog around for comfort.
Lydia was a
bit intimidated with the way that the dog, Duke was looking at her, quite
intently. What the hell was that about? She was so naked…
Casey rubbed
Lydia’s increasingly damp slit. Lydia was getting more and more enthralled.
Casey could be so tender when he wanted to be! Lydia began shaking with the
desire to cum. Ooooh, it feels so good, she thought, as Casey’s long finger
probed her slit, tickling the sides. God this is incredible.
As Casey
rubbed faster, Lydia bucked and gasped. She was getting closer and closer to
cumming. She’d hoped that Casey would fuck her, but this was better than
nothing. But suddenly, as she was going to cum, Casey pulled his finger out
quickly.
“Smell it,
Duke.” There was a panting. “Yes, you can lick, it it won’t kill you,
boy…though the Dirtbag is a nasty little thing…like motor oil her cum is.”
Lydia
listened dumbly as Duke licked Casey’s finger excitedly. “Smells good, doesn’t
it?”
Lydia turned
around “Casey, what the hell are you..” Suddenly Casey jumped up and grabbed
Lydia by the hair and slapped her four times across the face. “Here I am trying
to create a pleasant situation for you, scuzz, and you don’t seem to like it.
Want to leave?”
Lydia’s
heart fell into her stomach. She had no idea what was going on, but she didn’t
want to leave, ever. Casey turned to Duke. What about the goddam dog, what
about her? Why was he…oh no, not that.
“Want to
fuck something good and juicy?” Lydia’s ears burned. “Oh, Dirtbag you are in
for a treat, babe.” Lydia heard Dukes’ panting behind her.
This is
awful, she thought. I can’t put up with this! What would Dr. Greenstahl think?
Lydia felt
Duke’s furry form coming up behind her, and all of a sudden he was climbing on
her back. Lydia’s buttocks, which Sherman had kissed because they were
beautiful, were being approached by a
DOG.
Her
beautiful buttocks. Lydia remembered the previous summer when she and her
girlfriends had gone to Ocean City and she’d stepped out of her cut-offs.
Lydia had
been in her bikini thong, and all the male gasps she’d heard, and how her
girlfriends had giggled…she had a “Midas Ass” made of gold. And this was what
was happening to it! A Dog.
Rubbing his
filthy nose in her crack, and now she felt his dick against her globes as well!
Suddenly,
Lydia felt Duke climb on and hump her, rubbing his dick against her hole with
all his energy. There was panting. “Oh, you know, Duke, I think I have an even
better treat for you, boy” came Casey’s voice.
Thank God,
he’s reclaimed his sanity. He’s going to get the dog off her and give it some
food, and she could dress and leave…or maybe he’d fuck her now. She just had to
be degraded before Casey could stick it in…right?
Casey pulled
Duke off Lydia. Thank God, he was just scaring her a little bit. He wasn’t
going to…
Suddenly,
Casey’s thumb and forefinger were on her ear. “Now then, Dirt-bag, I want you
to service Duke a little bit. Make him feel like a sexy macho dog, won’t you?”
As Lydia’s
head was forced to suck Duke’s dick, she realized that she was lucky, as such a
little scumbag…to have Masters like Casey and Master Duke
THE END
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