Her Live-In Slave
It had been a week now since Mark moved in with the foxy female, Jennifer. Most guys on campus would give their eye teeth to be in his situation. If they only knew the whole story!
Since that evening of the dinner and his ultimate spanking and subjection, he had become Jennifer’s live-in slave. Imagine that. Here was a handsome young budding librarian, who had willingly allowed this headstrong, lithe young woman to put him under her thumb. He wore exactly what she dictated, which around the apartment consisted of a pair of her bikini panties and that was all. Even when he went to class or to work at the library, she required him to wear them underneath his regular clothes. With the soft material hugging his privates, he had an ongoing reminder of Jennifer.
The classmates always made it a point to never show up in class together. In fact, on the days when they shared the same class, they always left the apartment at different times. Nobody on campus suspected what was going on.
Then one particular day when they didn’t have class together, Mark walked to his job at the library. He was busy stacking shelves in a long row of books all by himself. It was very quiet, as libraries are meant to be and his mind was firmly attuned to the task at hand.
So when he reached up to straighten some books, he was somewhat startled when someone with a very soft body began pressing up against his back and very suggestively began rotating her crotch on his buttocks.
“Hi Markie,” You like this, don’t you?” Jennifer whispered in his ear as she ground against him.
“Jennifer, what’er ya doin’?” He whispered back. “Someone might see us!”
“Shh Markie, we don’t want to disturb anybody,” she cooed.
Giving in to the exquisite feeling, his manhood grew instantly from the erotic contact. Then boldly, she reached around in front of him and unzipped him.
“Hey!” He blurted as softly as he could.
“Shh Markie,” she whispered softly as she snaked her hand in and began manipulating his rock hard manhood through the red panties.
His protests turned to feelings of pure pleasure as she caressed him.
“There’ll be more of this when you get home this evening Markie. So don’t be late.”
“Yes ma’am,” he stammered as he felt the juices in his testicles rumble.
Then she slipped her hand down further and grabbed a firm grip of his sensitive balls. “There’s something else I want you to do Markie,” she whispered in a firmer tone as he winced softly.
“What’s that?”
“Go to our favorite toy store and buy a butt plug.”
“You mean…today?”
“Yes Markie, today!” She emphasized her point by tightening up her grip.
“Yes ma’am!” he gulped.
“Good boy Markie, and you will be in position when I get home. Is that clear?”
She had trained him well. He new what position. “Yes ma’am!”
Finally, she released her grip, zipped him back up, and nonchalantly began walking away. He couldn’t resist a peek at her undulating buttocks as she strolled toward the door.
He smiled.
****
At precisely 5:30, Jennifer walked in the front door of her off campus apartment. After checking her answering machine and mail, she ambled in the bedroom door.
There she spied Mark, kneeling beside the bed. She indeed liked what she saw. A dark haired hunk of a man, clad only in the red panties that she required him to wear today. His bulge was quite prominent as it tried to break out of the soft fabric encasing it. And this hairy chested man waited subserviently to do her bidding.
She smiled.
“That’s a good boy Markie. Now show me the item I told you to buy.”
Reaching up on the bed, Mark extracted from the paper bag a nice shiny new butt plug. From it’s bulbous shape, its purpose was quite obvious and he gulped as he handed Jennifer the instrument.
“My, my Markie. I can imagine how embarrassed you must’ve been when the salesgirl rung this up,” the tall, pretty, dark haired Jennifer laughed.
Keeping his eyes down like he’s been trained, Mark replied red-faced,” Yes Ma’am.”
Reaching down to caress the side of his face, she smiled down at him. “That’s a good boy Markie. You remembered your manners. Now take off your panties!”
Quickly hooking his fingers in the waistband, the kneeling man pushed the soft material down to his thighs, sat down and pulled them off his legs. He knelt back up straight awaiting further instructions.
“Now Markie, I want you to bend over all the way, so that your forehead touches the floor!”
“Yes Ma’am.” Feeling extremely vulnerable, Mark assumed the ordered position.
“Oh this is going to be such fun!” Jennifer exclaimed as she picked up the butt plug. “I’m going to do something real nice for you Markie. I hope you appreciate it.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he mutters into the carpet.
Opening a dresser drawer, she extracts a bottle of vaseline and liberally lubricates the shiny implement. Then walking behind Mark’s bent over form.
“You ever had a rectal exam, Markie?”
“Well, yes, during my last physical,” he answers with some alarm.
“Ah good, I’m glad to know you don’t have a virgin anus,” she laughs sarcastically. “This should go in pretty easily then. Now, reach back with your hands and spread your cheeks for me!”
What the heck, he thought. He’d gone this far. So he did as told and soon his asshole was ready for her to plug it up. The head slipped in fairly easily. Then steadily she pushed it in. He grimaced from the sudden intrusion, but she kept pushing until it was in all the way.
“There you go Markie. Feelin’ a little tight are you?” She laughed.
“Yes Ma’am,” he grunted.
“Now don’t let it fall out!”
“No Ma’am!”
“Now Markie, you were a bad boy today at the library!”
“Bad?”
“Yes bad! I know you looked at my ass as I was leaving, didn’t you?”
“Well, yes Ma’am,” he stammered.
“Did you like the way my cheeks bounced Markie?”
“Yes Ma’am,” she smiled, remembering it fondly.
“And I bet you were checking out my panty lines too, weren’t you!?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Well Markie, what do you think you deserve for your rudeness?!”
“A spanking Ma’am.”
“That’s right Markie. You deserve a spanking and I’m going to use that shiny new wooden paddle you bought me yesterday.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Mark gulps, remembering that menacing looking instrument that he brought home at her command.
Reaching under her pillow, she pulled out the said paddle. The maple wood shined as she waved it in the air, taking some practice swats. “Oh, I love the feel of this. You did a good job picking this out.”
“Thank you Ma’am,” he said as his mind began focusing in on the paddle and not so much on the plug in his butt.
He stiffened slightly when she began rubbing the smooth paddle around and around on his bare buttocks that was presented so conveniently for her. Then she raised her arm.
He flinched.
Teasingly, she brought it down softly, touching it lightly to his skin.
He relaxed.
Once again, she raised her arm.
He flinched.
And once again, she teased him.
“You should relax your buttocks Mark!” she admonished him. He tried his best to heed her advice.
Then she raised her arm once more.
She brought the hard piece of maple right across the center of his raised derriere.
He gasped audibly, but otherwise didn’t move a muscle.
“Good Markie, you’re learning.”
Then another THWACK! landed on his right cheek.
“AH!”
Then another THWACK! equalized the burning feeling on the other cheek.
“AHH!” He grimaced.
Then she began in earnest. Right cheek high, left cheek low and then right across his sit spot, she rained the blows, varying the velocity and the vigor. He was soon howling and tears were starting to show. She really didn’t keep count, but after about thirty swats, Mark’s bottom was crimson and he’d forgotten all about the butt plug.
Mark was in agony! He’d been soundly spanked by Jennifer, the campus queen and he thought to himself. How many guys would trade places with him right now?
So when she finally had put down the paddle, and removed the butt plug, she ordered him once again to his knees and she sat on the bed and smiled at him and pulled his head to her bosom and hugged him lovingly.
“Gee Mark, what’s happened to your little man here?” She cooed as she rubbed her bare foot on his limp manhood. “Did that spanking make the old boy go kaput? Well, I guess I’ll have to do something to get him back up, huh?” She said as she kept up the slow manipulation.
In what seemed like no time, he was rock hard. Jennifer smiled. Then she stood up, removed all her clothes, and laid back on the bed with her legs spread.
Mark was mesmerized.
Then she smiled, “ Come and pleasure me Markie.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Being Jennifer’s live-in slave had its benefits.
