Chapter 1: Becoming A Puppet

 

Sandra was lying naked on her bed; face down with the ceiling fan helping to cool down her sore backside. She had been home barely a half an hour, but she had already showered, stripping as soon as she got in the door and jumping right into it. She had felt dirty, she still did. Now that she was home, less than twenty-four hours since this started, the magnitude of it was sinking in for the first time. Until now it was just a whirlwind of amazing feelings and sensations.

It almost seemed like a dream, but the welts on her rump and her swollen pussy were clear evidence that it was all too real. She wondered about what had happened to her. She did know it was more than she had hoped. When she was with Lance she felt like she belonged to him, especially when he was crude with her. She liked how he handled her, making her want to serve him. The throbbing marks on her rear cheeks were a clear reminder of his dominance, and she wanted more, her appetite barely whetted. But right now her backside was bothering her and she remembered Lance had placed a tube of ointment in the side pocket of the bag he gave her.

She hurried from her bedroom to the front door, finding the bag where she dropped it, just inside the entry hall. Her dress and shoes were there too, right where she left them after entering the apartment. She gathered it all and headed back to the bedroom. Once there she found the ointment...and something along with it, a very large dildo. There was a note with it, saying instruction would follow and that was something she looked forward to receiving.

But for now the ointment was more important, so she squeezed some onto her fingers and backed up to a mirror. She could see the three parallel stripes emblazoned on her buttocks, the ones she asked for, left there by his wicked cane. She carefully applied the soothing gel to her painful marks, a trophy of what she perceived as her absolute submission to him. As the sting faded to numbness she marveled at how vivid the stripes looked, plainly they were the reminder she had sought to bring back with her after their wild night.

Now that the fire in her rump had been quelled, she returned to lying on her bed, letting the cool air from the fan caress her back. She pulled out her laptop and turned it on, and much to her delight there was an email waiting for her. She wondered if he was already contacting her for one of the two remote sessions he promised her, but she thought it was too soon. When she opened it she found it was something quite different.

 

'Hello slut, Hope you had a nice ride home. I am sure you found the toy I put next to your butt balm, it is strictly for you to use to practice your cocksucking skills. You will see a black stripe about two-thirds down the shaft, that is your goal. If you can reach it with your lips then you will be able to swallow my cock the next time I see you. If you can't there will be consequences.'

 

'I did forget to impose a rule or two I want you to follow, nothing too difficult. When you are home you will remain naked and you will keep the butt plug in your ass day and night. You may remove it to move your bowels and at both seven am and pm, starting tomorrow and you will give it an alcohol cleaning. Otherwise, it will remain in your asshole. I will be in contact via text messages, so keep your cell phone handy. I will also let you know when our remote sessions will happen, just make sure you are home and ready by seven daily. If you accept these conditions you will respond appropriately.'

 

'Master L'

 

Sandra read it twice, finding her sphincter clenching when she read about the specific instructions she received about her plug. She had almost forgotten about it, given it was inside her for quite a while now and she had become accustomed to it. The note also made her pussy twitch when he mentioned her ride home, he damn well knew she jumped the driver because he wanted her to do it. She really had no desire to do anything with the driver, until he told her it would please him. It scared her how much she wanted to satisfy him.

She thought about how she sucked the driver's cock while he drove her home. Then he stopped in an empty parking lot, sliding over to her side of the seat, where she simply straddled and fucked him like a slut. She kissed him too, even as she rutted on his cock, pretending he was Lance and he had allowed her to fuck him like a woman and not a dog. At first the poor guy, his name now eluding her, was too stunned by her voracious attack to do anything other than kiss back and enjoy her tight cunt gobbling down his cock. But he eventually reached around and grabbed her ass causing a searing pain from her swollen welts, launching her into a sexual frenzy that only ended when they violently climaxed together.

She had tried to forget that tryst from the moment they reached her apartment and she exited the limo. She was mortified that she so easily jumped a total stranger, not once but twice, all in less than twenty-four hours. That was what prompted her to run to the shower, but now the memory just seemed hot, not nearly as upsetting as it had felt earlier. Especially now that Lance appeared to enjoy the idea of her giving it up to someone he told her to fuck. Sandra knew that if she really wanted to pursue this kind of lifestyle than she should expect to confront her old morality in the process. She had set this all up herself by filling in that questionnaire he gave her, expressing interest in many kinky scenarios even being open to having multiple partners.

With all that in mind, she replied to his email with, 'Yes Master, I accept your rules. Thank you Master.' When she hit send she felt a thrill, knowing she submitted to him once again. Then she picked up the dildo and looked at it, not sure at all that she could reach the mark he set for her with it. She had no doubt that as hard as it might be to accomplish, the penalty for failure would be harder to endure. So she got off the bed, went to the mirror and started to practice.

 

Lance just finished setting up Martha for the night. She was his oldest client at forty-seven, but being a work out warrior she had a body a twenty year old would covet. She lived most of her life as a pampered princess, married to a very wealthy man, but he was now in his late seventies and not as active as he used to be. Sure she took care of his needs, but hers were not as easily satisfied. So twice a month she visited Lance for an evening that would quench her thirst.

In her normal life Martha was a controlling bitch, often making life difficult for the people around her. When she came here it was for quite the opposite, Lance made sure she was stripped of all her power. She, like all his clients, surrendered their bodies to him in pursuit of his brand of dominance, and the pleasure it brought them. Tonight Martha was experiencing a good dose of isolation, something that always satisfied her.

She was crouched inside a small wooden crate with a cutout for her rump, which was sticking out of the back of it. Her ass was plugged just like Sandra's, but her pussy was also occupied. A large vibrating dildo was buzzing away inside her, held in place by several strips of duct tape plastered to her buttocks. It was wiggling around, despite the fact that it was firmly held in place, driving Martha to moan around the other dildo filling her mouth.

Inside the box she was on her shins with her thighs folded over them and her body pressed down on top of her thighs. Her nipples were clamped and pulled out to the sides of the box, leaving her cleavage planted firmly on top of her thighs. The oral dildo was a foot long, but only partially in her mouth, the bottom half wedged between her closed knees. Finally her arms were pulled behind her and cuffed to rings at the upper corners of the crate, right beside her hips. In her right hand she held a small remote with a single button, which she had to press every time she climaxed. It would not only record how many she had, but it also sent a small electric jolt to her clamped nipples. So far she had pressed the button four times.

Lance left Martha to enjoy her predicament and went to his office. When he saw that Sandra had replied, and how she did it, he smiled broadly. He had several clients at the moment and had dominated dozens more, but something about Sandra piqued his interest. He felt it the moment he looked into her eyes, but being skeptical he tried to tone down his own reactions to her. It really wasn't working; he had already gone beyond how he handled most of his clients. Until now he had never continued contact between a first and second session, but this felt different.

Sandra was clearly someone special; Lance knew he already pushed her much harder than any pure newbie he ever trained. This girl had no experience, just her fantasies, and she still responded like a well-practiced sub. Her response to his initial advances goaded him to ramp up the game accordingly, and she reacted exceptionally well. When it came time for her to go, with Martha already scheduled for her evening appointment, he decided he wanted to keep Sandra under close scrutiny until she returned.

So now that he had her indulging him from afar, he planned to titillate and test her resolve on a daily basis. He had two remote sessions planned, but would augment them with daily texts designed to test her obedience. He had given her enough to occupy her for the rest of the evening, but he planned on reminding her to go shopping on Sunday. She had to get the right under clothes, but she also would get to meet someone who could help keep tabs on her for him. With her help Sandra's training could be accelerated, as long as she accepted Sandra as a trainee of her own. He thought she would and it would be an amusing couple of weeks. Then he returned to Martha because she deserved her fun too.