The Group House

April 10, 2003 3:23 pm

"Yeah. Rusty, she's a neat girl. You're too caught up with body image...yes, and she's kind of snotty, but.. I know it's hard but..you'll really enjoy Tacy as you get to know her better. I think you'll have fun with her this afternoon. Bye." Arnie hung up. He shook his head.

Arnie was rather tired as the evening before, he'd held a sex orgy, which had culminated in his dear housemate Kim being forced to kneel in the bathtub while a group of men spat on Kimberly, urinated, and jacked their cocks all over her shivering, prone body.

Arnie fondly recalled 200 pound African American Byron Styron, the maintenance man at his office, who claimed to be the half-breed son of the famous writer, had been screwing her from behind, while his triplet brother Myron, had been fucking Kim's face.

 Her hands had been kept busy jerking two other cocks off, as the rest of the men continued to spit, cum and pee all over her. Then Siren, Arnie's secretary,and the female part of the Styron triplets kept dashing in to lash Kim across the sensitive part of her buttocks, where they met the thighs...ah, what a neat evening it'd been!

 After the "bath" Kim had been forced to suck off the entire "stag line" of wallflowers, the losers at any orgy, and it had been quite wearying to her, and to Arnie as well, as he'd had to stand over her with a cat o' nine tails to ensure her continued participation. This morning he was quite out of it!

Then he noticed the four long willow switches lying on the bed. Arnie picked on up and swung it through the air. Oooh. That's nice. Best check on the help...she may be slacking off! Arnie left his room, whistling and trotted down the stairs to where Kim was doing as he'd requested, scrubbing the baseboards wearing a hot little nightie thing.

 She was so busy that she didn't notice him as he suddenly tiptoed up behind her, enjoying the image of the attractive young semi-dressed woman on her knees.

He raised the willow switch silently. Kim suddenly looked over her shoulder, and looked at the floor, her lip trembling.

Thwack! Arnie's switch lashed Kim right between her legs, wounding her bald pussy. "You stupid, stupid slut." Arnie bellowed. "How the fuck did you miss that spot, right there on the baseboard?"

As Kim searched in vain for a mark, Arnie grabbed Kim by the ear and pulled her head closely to a very slight indentation. "There." Kim looked up meekly. "Master Arnold, that's an indentation, it won't come out."

WHACK! Arnie slapped Kim across the face with the switch, which broke off. Jesus, he could've put out my eye, Kim thought. She felt dizzy from the blow. She looked up at Arnie, tears brimming in her eyes.

What happened to the sweet, devoted guy who Kim had never had time for? For ten years, Arnie had remembered her birthdays, Christmases...she'd never remembered that stuff but he'd always been there for favors. Even years after school had been done, she could count on him to drive across the country to help her move her furniture six blocks down the street!

He'd always been somewhat content to remain in the "friend zone" until they'd both gotten policy jobs in DC and started sharing a group house with their old college friend Tacy, and Becki Lynn, an intern ten years younger, and of course Denny, the gross sci-fi nut in the basement.

 Arnie had been wonderful to Kim, just sweet..but then he'd discovered her masochistic tendencies, as had everyone else in the house, and now he just seemed to see her as a pig...

Kim knew at some level Arnie felt betrayed that she wasn't the girl he'd imagined she was...but there was no turning back now. Kim could have halted it all with one statement, she could've moved out...but at some level she was a pure slave-girl, and she needed this, though it was incredible to be a constant slave whenever she was at home, and not on K street in her power suit, bossing her staff...

Arnie's eyes turned a bit sympathetic. "Honey, did I hit you too hard?" His fingers gently rubbed the red welted mark on Kim's cheek. "I'm so sorry, Kim. You deserve better." Arnie bent down. "What you really need is to live in a doghouse in the back yard, eh?" The soft voice became cruel again, and Arnie leaned over and twisted one of Kim's nipples through the sheer bodice.

"If you don't get this place completely spotless by the time the hockey game starts, you're screwed babe." Arnie stood up and kicked Kim lightly in the ass and she fell on her face, and her bucket went rolling.

Whistling, he trotted back up the stairs.

Kim got up patiently, filled her bucket again and returned to her work, hoping that things would stay calm so she could finish up.

 God knew she had a lot to clean. She remembered six months ago, when she'd spend a lazy Saturday morning shopping, and in the afternoon going to the movies with Tacy and Arnie, when they were all good friends...and then some poor slob would take her to dinner. Back then, Kim only went to her old Master, Alex once a week for a training session...but now Alex was gone, and Kim was trained by her housemates every day.

The doorbell rang, and Kim looked up from her scrub bucket...Oh, fuck. "Answer the door, Kimberly!" came Tacy's voice sternly. Like this? Kim thought to herself, looking down. She was clad in an embroidered blue and pink Luxe see-through Mesh Chemise, light blue.

The bell rang again. Goddamn. But Kim got up. The doorbell rang again. "If I have to come down there, Kim, you're going to wish you were dead." Tacy shouted. "Answer the goddamn door, you fucking shit-bag!" "Yes ma'am." Kim called back in a trembling voice.

If only my tits weren't so goddamn big, she thought. They're pushing through the top of this sheer thing, and it looks really trashy, especially for answering the door at three in the afternoon.

Kim walked carefully on her stiletto heels, and opened the door just as the bell rang again. God, I hope Tacy didn't hear that. "Hi!"

 The guy standing on the steps was Rusty, a friend of Arnie's, who knew Kim slightly, and had always been very nice to her as most men were...though he didn't know about her new status in the house.

Rusty looked disbelievingly at the girl who'd answered the door. "Kim?" She looked down demurely. "Hey...Rusty, right?" She was wearing a body stocking thing...in the afternoon! "Uh, were you taking a nap, I'm sorry."

 Rusty was mesmerized by the huge breasts. They stand right up, not like Tacy's sagging blobs. God, and look at Kim's eyes. She looks so embarrassed, but I didn't tell her to walk around like that!

"Hi, are you here to see Arnie? Come on in!" Rusty stepped in. "I'm actually here for Tacy, we're going bike riding on the canal." Rusty and Tacy were sort of dating, but he didn't like her insecurities...Tacy was kind of a chunker, and a little too strident for him, but Arnie was a good friend, and Tacy was always around...they'd fallen into something, Rusty guessed.

Shit, Tacy picked up the check all the time, that was nice. But this woman--Kim--Rusty had always thought she was quite the hottie...but what the hell is she dressed like that for? Kim, once in the vestibule, was shivering a bit, as it was cold outside. Tacy's voice came down the stairs "Rusty, honey is that you?"

Rusty looked up the stairs. "Yeah, right. it's me, I was just uh, talking to Kim here." Tacy's voice came sweetly down the stairs. "Kimberly dear, did you ask Master Russell if he wanted refreshment of some kind? Did you take his coat?"

Kim quickly lunged for Rusty's coat. "Give it to me." she whispered. Jesus. As Rusty was taking it off, Tacy jogged down the stairs in a tube top that she shouldn't have been wearing. Jesus, fat chicks. What the fuck's she carrying the --is that a car ariel?

Arnie had really pushed Tacy on Rusty...Rusty was head of security at Arnie's favorite bookstore, and they'd struck up an odd friendship. "You're a bright guy, but you should have a middle-class girlfriend, you know? And Tacy has family money." Arnie had told him.

Rusty was really trying with Tacy. And here she was, glaring at Kim, who just looked megahot in her little nightie thing. "So you didn't ask Master Russell if he could have a refreshment? And you want to watch the hockey game tonight? You aren't earning that privilege well, Kimberly!" Tacy smiled at Rusty.

"I don't think so. I think our girl is going to go to bed early tonight,eh, Master Russell? She's been a bad girl...8:00 pm., like most nights, Miss Kimberly. But maybe you'll hear us watching the game through your LOCKED DOOR."

Rusty was agape as he watched the hot girl in the lingerie burst into tears. "Please, Tacy, you promised...and I've been (sob) cleaning the house...please, anything....let me watch my hockey game?"

Tacy looked at Kim, grinning. "I know, honey. You should be allowed to watch the game...maybe I'll let you." As Kim sobbed, she thanked Tacy "Thank you, Miss Tacy, I'll do anything, ma'am."Then Kim actually bent down and began kissing Tacy's feet. Tacy smiled at Rusty and he noted spinach between her teeth.

"But you have to be punished, sweetie...we have to learn not to be rude to the guests. Why don't you bare your breasts for us." Kim looked horrifiedly at Rusty, who wasn't feelin' too good himself, though damn, it wasn't a bad suggestion..."Look Tacy, I think I came at a bad time..." Rusty begged.

"No, no...we're going bike riding, or maybe something even more fun." Tacy tapped her own sagging breasts in the pink tube top. Rusty felt a bit ill. "But I have to punish my little Kimber now. If you have any hope of watching the game tonight, honey...pull down your shimmy."

Kim looked at Tacy with pleading eyes. "Please, Miss Tacy...don't, not in front of this nice guy." Tacy gritted her teeth. "You know, I could prevent you from ever watching tv again...or using the bathroom, or doing lots of things..." Kim dropped her eyes to the floor.

Then hesitantly, she pulled the nightie down to show two perfectly formed pink breasts. Rusty's cock swelled. "You look like you enjoy looking at those hooters, Rusty." Tacy said sweetly. "I've not noted your interest in my own boobs." Jesus Mother fuckin..."But how will Kimmie's boobs look after some punishment?"

Kim closed her eyes and put her hands behind her back as Tacy raised the car ariel. "Now we'll see who's the hot girl, eh?" Tacy said as she smiled at Rusty and struck savagely WHACK! THWACK! SLAP WHACK! Rusty stood dumbly as Tacy lashed Kim's full pink breasts until they were covered by ugly welts and weals. "Not too cute now, huh?"

"You don't want to kiss them now, do you Rusty?" Tacy looked at Kim, who was hesitantly rubbing a particularly ugly slash mark above her left areola. "Hands behind your back!" Kim looked at Tacy with alarm. "You're-you're not done?" Tacy gritted her teeth. "Behind your BACK!" Kim put her hands behind her back, trying to hold her left wrist with her right.

"Now, if you grab your boobs before I'm done, you won't watch another televised sporting event til the year three thousand." said Tacy, giggling. "Give it to her, Tace!" came Becki Lynn's voice from upstairs. "I got it under control, girlfriend." Rusty tried to grab Tacy's arm. "You're really being abusive."

 But it was a weak grab, Rusty was absolutely obsessed with this scene, almost against his will. "Don't worry, sweet-cheeks. Kimmie's aware of her misdeeds, and she wants punishment, right dear?" Tacy asked Kim this in an ultra-sweet tone. "Yes ma'am." said Kim, trying to stifle her sobs. "Arch your back, honeybunch, so Mommy will have good range to swing." came Tacy's sing-song voice, and Kim miserably arched her back, the full breasts pushing out.

Rusty noticed that even though Kim's tits had been savaged, they were still incredibly beautiful, and better than poor Tacy's would ever be. Tacy perhaps noticed that as well, because she immediately went in with the car ariel, as hard as possible. WHACK!

Kim gritted her teeth. Oooh. Her nipples! Right on her precious nipples. As a longtime slave, Kim had endured mousetraps, nipple clamps, C-clamps, binder clips, non poisonous snakes, and all sorts of other things biting into them, by all the masters she'd had over the past fifteen years...

But her nipples were lovely and sensitive, and having a car ariel land on them, was just as painful as the very first time.

"You see, she likes it, don't you Kimberly honey...she's learning good endurance skills because she wants to watch her hockey game tonight, and she's got to be a good tolerant girl"

Tacy lifted the antenna again and slashed it directly across Kim's breasts, and it took all of Kim's energy to keep from letting go of her wrists and grabbing her breasts. But the following whack was enough, and Kim keeled over, moaning.

Kim's breasts felt nearly as bad as they had once when Fenton the Felon, an old master of hers, had pushed one against the coils of an electric stove, after Kim had burned his shirt while ironing. Was the hockey game worth this. Oh, God it hurts.

WHACK WHACK! Tacy whacked the antenna against Kim's buttocks until she got up again sobbing, but Tacy noticed that somehow, the antenna had become crocked against Kim's tailbone. "Oooh. this thing's fucked...guess you'll have to get a new one at the Bethesda Mercedes, hon..if you want to get NPR when you're driving!"

Kim bit her lip...Tacy had broken the antenna off of KIM'S CAR. Oh, God. "Yes ma'am."

"Get back to work, douche-bag!" Tacy shouted at Kim. "You may have more work to do tonight, after your precious hockey game...if Russell here has the same erectile dysfunction he had with me last week, you can suck him til he's stiff enough to cum in me!"

Tacy turned to Rusty as Kim wiped her tears and massaged her breasts. "I'm getting my coat, and I'm ready to go biking with you!" As they left, Rusty felt as if he was in a dream.

Kim went back to her work without a murmur.

Kim returned to scrubbed all the baseboards, praying that, now that Tacy was finally gone,  Denny wouldn't come in.God her breasts hurt from that thrashing...and how humiliating, yet another friend, Rusty knew that Kim was a worthless slave-girl. But there was one good thing...

Tacy and Arnold had promised Kim that if she cleaned all the walls and the baseboards on her hands and knees, dressed in the chemise and garterbelt and pink stockings, that they'd consider letting her watch her hockey game. Of course there was always some nasty caveat in the end.

Though Kim had done some very dangerous roof repairs to get privileges to see the U.S. Golf open (her uncle was competing) First Becki Lynn had forced Kim to put on a bra that was laced heavily with steel wool.

Then Tacy and Arnie had put plastic tubing up her ass right before the golfing started, and then they'd pushed barbed wire up the tubing, and removed the tube. "You can watch the golf as long as you keep the bra on and the barbed wire up your ass, dear!"

Tacy had been furious that Arnie wouldn't allow Kim to have her vagina invaded the same way, but Arnie had made some unfortunate mumblings about manslaughter two...

Kim had been able to endure thirteen minutes of the golf show before begging them to remove the brassiere and the barbed wire as painlessly as possible...and they'd shut the golf off and ripped off the bra as Kim screamed.

Then Arnie just somewhat gently pulled the barbed wire out...but there had been some unfortunate blood. Then they made her clean the basement for causing them so much trouble! Denny had supervised this, lashing her occasionally with a fiberglas fishing rod. That was incredibly painful.

When Kim had asked to watch an Army-Navy game that her younger brother had been refereeing, Tacy had forced her to lick the garage floor clean on her knees, inch by inch. Then, just before game time she'd been tied to a hassock, naked and Arniehad put a stick of burning incense in Kim's rectum...it had taken most of the game to burn down to Kim's poor rear, where her anus had painfully extinguished it, just about the last ten minutes of the game!

 Kim had been forced to clean all the windows and hand-wash the curtains with cleanser that stung her hands in order to get to see the World Series final game, she'd been prohibited from watching any of her beloved baseball games except the final one, though she'd heard some of the plays while naked and blindfolded in the corner as her housemates had enjoyed the sports.

This was especially hard for poor Kimmie, as she'd really enjoyed the friendships of her housemates in the old days, when everyone was equal, and hell, Kim was top girl in the house, her gentility and beauty and careful reserve making her an object of platonic worship by Arnie, Denny and their male friends.

 Kim was one of those rare girls, a beauty who loved sports. In the old days, whatever was going on, they'd make sure Kim was sitting in the middle, and had a comfortable cushion.

Kim's drinks and chips never had to be refilled as the fellows were always running to get her more... and the guys had always invited Kim to every Super Bowl, U.S. Open and World Series party they had...but then came her enslavement...

And it was so lonely, kneeling on the hardwood floor with her nose pressed into the corner her recently whipped bottom feeling the scalding whenever it went down on her feet. (It's quite hard to kneel upright for four hours of a baseball game; try doing it for more than 20 minutes at church!)

And constantly the game watchers were throwing their beer cans at Kim, laughing casually at what an idiot she was, and demanding that she refresh the refreshments. 

Now and again one of the men (and they did invite their male friends,lots of them) would drag Kim by the hair into the cramped first-floor bathroom and relieve themselves in her mouth, the hot, salty urine going straight down her throat as Kim tried to hold her lips obediently on the cock.

 Like a blowjob from hell. The first time she coughed and spit, Tacy had chained her to the bathroom sink to sleep on the cold tile floor for the entire evening.

And Kim was so upset that she couldn't see the games, and tried to be on her best behavior in order to get her housemates to let her watch the final game with them...she couldn't nag about it,because whenever she mentioned "World Series"

 Arnie and Tacy made her gargle Ben-Gay...so she had to be on her best behavior...

But when she was finally allowed to watch the last World Series game after having done all that housework, Becki Lynn had turned the sound off and made Kim fellate a carrot dipped in Ben-Gay for the duration of the game. "But you can't say I didn't let you watch it, bitch!"

Then after considerable chores, Kim had been permitted to watch the Super Bowl, but she'd had to blow Arnie and six of his friends between each play.

Arnie had at one time been so respectful, so in love with Kim...he'd been gentle and had just dreamed of the day that they'd hold hands together and he could kiss her...getting out of that "just friends" status.

But after he'd discovered Kim's slavedom, Arnie had become a vicious Master, not worrying about Kim's dignity...since then she'd undergone countless whippings, sodomies and other tortures from Arnie...and although she loved it, she missed the boy who had treated her like such a princess.

And Tacey and Becki Lynn...Tacy had always been Kim's best friend, and now she'd become a cruel Mistress...

Kim couldn't believe it, they lived in the same house, and actually Kim paid a larger rent because she had a bigger room, and had always subsidized Tacy, who didn't make a lot of money.

 But now Kim was Tacy's slave as well, and Becki Lynn had joined in also, Becki Lynn, who was barely an intern at her job, and was ten years younger than Kim! But the worst was Dennis, the loser who lived in the basement of the group house and worked as a bail bondsman downtown.

 He was so gross, so disgusting...Arnie's whippings were harsh, and he'd become nasty, but nothing like Denny. Denny had read all those Gorean books, and the Anne Rice crap, and had horrible hardcore S&M and bondage magazines and videos which had given him wicked ideas.

Until Kim, he'd never gotten to act these out, and actually, she suspected he'd never been with a woman he hadn't paid even for sex! But he'd had plenty of sex from Kim since discovering her slavery.

The worst parts had been Denny's desire to be "rimmed". Kim hated this--it involved Denny dropping his pants, and shit-stained underwear, and then making Kim kneel behind him. Then Kim would spread his buttocks with her hands and push her tongue in between the cheeks to give him a thorough anal massage. It was horrible, and Denny's encouragement had never helped much. "That's right, baby...lick out the dingleberries, yes, sorry about my dairy intolerance problems. Gives me a bit of diarreah.

"Now, Kimmy...lick out my crevice, gently, and poke your tongue into my anal lips. That's nice, isn't it?" At this point, Kim would be almost completely nauseous. Often Denny would make her put on her best lip gloss before she went to work behind there, and it made it even worse...but Kim was wet the whole time!

Denny had discovered all sorts of ideas that set poor Kim off...he was filled with a backload of S/M fantasies that had been rolling around in his toxic mind for some time!

And now he'd brought in young Ryan next door. It was bad enough that all Kim's housemates had discovered her desires to be a slave-girl, but Denny had been idiot enough to tell Ryan, who was in high school, and he'd included Ryan in on a couple of the more miserable sessions he'd put Kim through.

December 18, 2003

"Go on, kid, have a blast!" Denny told Ryan as the kid, breathing heavily at the sight of beautiful Kim resplendent in her tight pink top and khaki miniskirt, snapped his fingers at her. "Uh, get over my knee, now!" Kim had looked at Denny desperately.

 "Denny, his family lives next door and he's just a kid, please, Master Dennis?" Denny snorted. It was so like Denny, in his late forties to be such a loser that he'd hang OUT with a kid of eighteen...but Denny liked frequenting video arcades and Dungeons and Dragons groups...

Denny smiled grimly at Kim. "You'd better do as Master Ryan says, or I'm going to get all his friends at D&D to come in and we'll have a field day!" Denny turned to Ryan. "Merry Christmas, Kid...have a ball!" Denny walked out of the basement, shutting the door.

 Ryan looked uncertainly at Kim, who stared back at him. But her panties were wet, as always. Was she such a sad little slave that she'd let a child of 18 treat her this way? God knows he's better looking than Denny, at least...the same aviator glasses, but long, thick hair, and clear skin.

Kim, against her better judgment, looked at the floor. "If that's your will, Master." She knew she was going to do this. Denny had known, too..he'd left the basement with the assumption that Kim would accede. Kim bent over and lay across Ryan's lap.

She heard him breathing. She knew he was in absolute awe of her, had felt his eyes on her as she and Tacy had sunbathed in the backyard in their bikinis in the days before Kim's servitude.

(Now, they'd built a bigger fence and Kim was forced to kneel naked and bring Tacy and Becki Lynn their sunscreen and lemonades, and wait, head between her knees, suffering the scorching sun unprotected until one of them snapped their fingers for her to spread the sunscreen or refresh their drinks.)

As Kim lay there, listening to Ryan pant, she giggled silently. I have to help him. "Master, do you want to discipline me?" Ryan coughed. "Uh, yeah. I do..." She could feel his hard-on impressing her stomach through his jeans.

 "Well, Sir Dennis left a paddle and a strap, there." Ryan picked up a paddle, a thick wooden Spencer and he lifted it up and whacked Kim half-heartedly on her miniskirt.

Then, breathing faster, he whacked her again, a little harder. "Does that hurt?" Kim was patient.

"Yes, but if you're punishing me, maybe you want to pull up my skirt and take down my panties...that way it'll hurt more, and it's humiliating to me, Sir...and you can see my bottom." Kim felt a resurgence of the erection and smiled.

"That's what I fantasize about, Miss Caldwell." Jesus. You'd think at this point we'd be on a first name basis here. But he is fifteen years younger than I. Kim felt Ryan's hand tentatively pulling up her miniskirt ("Damn. You have a thong.")and then pulling down her panties.

 She waited, feeling his hungry eyes on her full, pink cheeks. "You got some marks here, Miss Caldwell."

"Yes, Ryan...I was corrected earlier today by Miss Becki Lynn." God that little bitch could swing a cut-off garden hose. Kim had sobbed and screamed, but Becki had implacably whacked away at poor Kim as she was bound over an old rocking horse left over from Becki's childhood.

 So if Ryan was enjoying the sight of Kim's beautiful, pink buttocks, he would have to tolerate a few scars from the earlier thrashing.

"There's a Property of Fenton the Felon written on your left butt, Miss Caldwell." Yes, her old lover, Fenton, had heated some niacrome wire, weaving it in and out of a piece of circuit board to make a pattern of the letters. She'd never seen it of course, but she understood it was really something.

Finally, Kim heard Ryan lifting up the Spencer paddle...she could even feel the air going through the holes. She braced herself. WHACK! Inexpertly hit, but it still stung like the dickens.

"Cool. Your butt-skin is all pink and wrinkled now. Cool." Jesus he sounds like Beavis and Butt-head, she thought. WHACK! THWACK! SLAP! Kim gasped.

"You're okay, right? Jesus, I don't wanna be up on charges...I'm wait-listed at Princeton and Haverford...you like this?" Kim licked her lips.

She could get out of it now, order him out of the house, pull up her panties, drag down her miniskirt and go out for a Cosmopolitan, drinking it standing up.

Shit, she was gorgeous enough that she could get a strange man to buy her the drink, get him to come and move her out of the group house, and put her up somewhere until she could get away from the lifestyle.

Or go back to spending time with people who didn't know she was a slave-girl...and just occasionally have BDSM adventures.

But Kim knew that the past year had been incredible. Ever since her housemates had discovered what a worthless little sub she was, it had been constantly exciting.

Stripped naked and covered with binder clips from Arnie's office, and then dancing about and screaming as Becki, Tacy, Denny and Arnie ran about knocking the clips off as she dashed for cover in the living room, hands uselessly tied behind her head.

Their trip to Ocean City, when Kim had been forced to pay for the entire thing, all of her housemates in separate motel rooms, and she herself had to sleep in the trunk of her own Chevy. Then getting bare-bottom whipping from Arnie in the early morning on the beach as passing surfers passed and cheered.

"No Pee Day" when all the bathrooms to the group house had been locked, and Tacy had taken Kim out for a few friendly beers...

Kim had thought Tacy was interested in resuming the old friendship until they'd returned home, and everyone had had a key to the lav except poor Kim, who after the beers had processed, was begging and pleading, dying to do anything to get to pee...and had they thought of evil things. Rimming Arnie for one bathroom trip, licking Tacy's toes for the next....oh God.

Now, over Ryan's lap, she considered her teenage Master. "Yes, I like this...or really, I need it. But if you don't want to, if it's too scary, we can stop, honey. I can blow you, maybe help you lose your virginity, but you don't have to spank..."

 Kim felt a deafening swat to her head and then the spanking started in earnest, the thick wooden paddle slamming her poor buttocks again and again WHACK WHACK WHACK. After a time, Ryan switched over to the strap, and then had ordered Kim to strip off her skirt and top, and he'd ripped off Kim's bra and actually punched her lightly in the stomach.

Then, he forced Kim on her knees and had her give him a long, hard blowjob, while he told her how insulted he was that she thought he was a virgin..."I've had, uh, lots of chicks, you selfish bitch, who the fuck you think you are?"

February 12,2003.

"Yeah, I'm thinking of saving for a condo at some point, Mom." Kim smiled at her parents, who looked concerned. "Yes, honey, I just wish you hadn't given everything to your ex-husband." It was true.

Kim's folks had given her all the down payment for a house,and when her husband North, who had been a cruel dominant, had split with her, she'd felt obligated as his slavegirl to turn everything over to him and the filthy girlfriend who had assisted him in dominating Kim, his beautiful wife.

Kim had just been so glad to get away from them, as North and Angela had taken the whole D/S thing a little too far, but she'd had a nasty reunion earlier this year when Arnie had taken her to Club Scourge, where North and Angela had been.

Arnie and Tacy had ordered Kim to take down her jeans and panties and to bend over a table, and Kim had wept bitter tears of humiliation and anger as North and Angela had taken turns whacking her bare derriere with straps and canes. Oh well, they'd moved away now...but Kim had had to suck North off one more time...ugh.

"Kitten, if you want, I'll give you the money to buy a place." Kim's father had always given her everything she'd wanted. He'd spoiled her to death, as had her mother. Kim had no idea what had gotten into her to want to be dominated by men and women. "It's okay, Daddy...I like living here in the group house"

Sure, except that every moment awake she spent serving one or another of her housemates. Suddenly the phone rang, and Kim went to pick it up. "Hello? No one's here but me!" She heard an adolescent gasp. "I'm calling for you, sub girl...get over here and serve me and my friends." came Ryan's voice.

"Ryan, this isn't a good time, my parents are here." Kim said quietly. Jesus, he's such a demanding little bastard. In the past three months, she'd had to service him on about eleven separate occasions. 

Ryan had  forced her to suck his dick in his father's car, he'd switched her with a hickory rod after taking her pants and underpanties down in front of his friends from Boy Scout Pack #139, and he'd tied her breasts to her ears and chased her down their street at four a.m.

But this was too much. "Get over here NOW!" Ryan's voice was insistent. What could she do?

"Mom, Dad...the boy next door is having some kind of a problem with something he's cooking...I promised his folks I'd look after him, can you relax for half an hour?" Kim's parents were fairly laid back,and they assented, and Kim made off for Ryan's house.

Kim entered Ryan's house from the kitchen, and there they were--seven adolescent boys. Oh, God...can I just suck them off and get back next door? But Ryan was holding what appeared to be a household buzzer doorbell mounted on a block of wood, and there were wires coming out of it, attached to--no, not nipple clamps!

Ryan gave Kim an evil grin. "This is my cousin Harlan's toy that he hooked up in his Future Farmers of America group...we're gonna attach these wires to your nips and press the doorbell a little..it'll be a buzzing good time!"

April 10, 2003 4:00

As Kim continued her labors, her nipples tingled with the memories...God, the little bastard had had a party with her and that damn doorbell! Every time they'd pushed it! But she'd better finish cleaning up, or there would be no chance of a hockey game...