I woke up Monday morning to the feeling of Swimmerís mouth on my cock. By the
time Iíd reached consciousness, sheíd managed to get me hard, and she was now
pumping her head up and down my shaft, pushing me into her mouth.  "Good morning,
Swimmer."  I rubbed my eyes and looked down at her blonde head.  She looked back
up at me and hummed cheerfully, pushing her tongue along my underside.  Just as I
was beginning to get into it, she took her mouth away.  Cupping my balls in her
hand, she lifted my sack away from my body, then ran her tongue along the flesh
between my balls and by ass.  "Please lie on your side, sir."

I knew what was coming, but couldnít believe it.  I rolled to one side and
presented my butt to her face.  Swimmer ran her tongue along the crack, then
pried my cheeks apart with one hand and began to gently lick my crack.  It felt
like nothing else I had ever experienced.  My cock was engorged and tinglingóon
the verge of coming, actuallyóyet there was no contact with it, not even from her
hand.  Swimmerís tongue danced across my ass, flicking wetly, and before I knew
it, I was having a powerful orgasm.  Not centered in my penis, like it usually
was, but instead from behind, where Swimmer was still tickling me.  I stiffened,
and my cock threw gobs of semen into the empty air.

Swimmer gave my ass one last lick, then raised her head and said "Good morning,
sir.  How did you like my rimming?"  I gasped weakly, feeling the sweat cool on
my chest.  "Where did you learn to do that?"  "My ex-boyfriend taught me.  He was
always trying to get me to do it.  He had this big anal thing."  Swimmer got off
the bed to tidy up and I turned towards her.  "That was incredible.  Did he
deserve it?"

"Not really."  She said as she went to the bathroom.  I heard the sink run.  "He
had this thing about it.  He wanted to prove to me that I was supposed to do
anything he wanted, and like it."  "Isnít that exactly what *youíre* trying to
prove to *me*?"  I called out towards the bathroom.  She came back with a wet
bunch of toilet paper and smiled at me.  "Exactly, sir.  And thatís what makes
the difference."

"Oh."  I got off the bed and let Swimmer clean up my mess with the toilet paper. 
"So whatís happening today, sir?"  She asked.  "Today I go to classes," I said,
checking my clock.  I hadnít overslept, but it would have to be a fast shower and
a run out the door to get to my first one.  And it was Statistics, too.  I kept
talking as I headed for the bathroom.  "Tonight we try out some more of your new
toys.  Join me in the shower when youíre done, Swimmer."

A couple minutes later, she opened the shower curtain and stepped in with me.  I
didnít have any time to fool around, so I just had her wash my body as I worked
on my hair.  When I was clean, we stepped out and I had Swimmer towel me off as I
gave her instructions for the day.

"Swimmer, Iíve got to run, and Iím going to be gone until about three. Iíve got
two jobs for you.  First of all, Iím going to give you twenty bucks.  That should
be enough two buy two days of good food."  "What do you want to eat, Sir?" 
"Surprise me.  Oh, and I hate beans of any sort."  Dry, I went to my room and
pulled some clothes from my drawer. "Second, what classes do you have scheduled
today?"  "Bio and English, Sir, but I can skipÖ"  "Donít.  I want you to go, and
I want you to wear that black dress we boughtóno, wait, wear the blue dress that
you had. Lingerie underneath.  Make sure at least six people get a good look.  If
anyone asks you why youíre doing this, say itís because your master told you to. 
Got that?"  Swimmer nodded.  "Great, Iíll see you at three."  I said, and ran out
the door.

Having a sex slave merely distracts you from your research, but it makes
listening to a Statistics lecture damn near impossible.  While the prof droned on
about cross-correlation functions, I was replaying Swimmerís incredible rimjob of
this morning over in my head.  I knew that two weeks later, when Iíd go over my
notes for the midterm, I wouldnít have a clue about what was presented today.  I
didnít care.  I was too busy making my own cross-correlations between what
Swimmer had done so far and what Monica had said I could do, then extrapolating
my findings forward to tonight.

The rest of my day was the same way.  I fantasized my way through International
Relations, took a break for lunch, then went to Feminist Philosophy and Labor,
where I thought up some ideas that were related neither to feminism nor to labor
relations.  By the time my classes were finished, I found that I couldnít
remember anything that was presented. That was OK, though.  I was going to go
home, and Swimmer would tell me about how she flashed herself at people.

When I walked in the door, Swimmer was in the kitchen, putting her groceries
away.  She heard me come in, and walked over to greet me. "Welcome back, sir! 
How was your day?"  "Distracting,"  I said.  "I couldnít keep my mind on my
classes, for some reason."  Swimmer flashed a bright grin and said "Now why is
that, do you suppose?"  She knew she had me hooked, and traced her tongue across
her lips before she went back to the kitchen to finish unpacking.

I decided then that Swimmerís lenience had gone far enough.  Her ebullient
personality would have been charming in a normal relationship, but as a slave, it
was much too emancipating.  I wanted a slave.  She wanted to be a slave.  There
was no putting it off any longer.  I went back to my room and put down my bag,
then found my crop, a leather collar, and a spooled leash.

When I stepped into the kitchen, Swimmer was up on a stool putting away a can. 
Without looking at me, she said "I actually flashed myself to eight guys today. 
Can you believe it?  I had lunch over in the Union, andó"  WHACK!  I brought the
crop to her upper thighs lightly, but quickly.  "Get down off the stool, Swimmer,
and bend over."  "OK, --" WHACK!  "Donít tell me you will, just do it!"  I put an
edge in my voice, and she silently stepped down and bent over, with her hands on
the stool.

I pulled up her dress and stepped to one side.  "Swimmer, you were given to me as
a slave, but lately you havenít really been acting like a slave."  "Sir, Ió" 
"SILENCE!"  I gave her a hard swat this time, right across her butt.  She
flinched, and was still.  "I know that youíve been doing whatever I tell you,
without question, but quite frankly, that isnít enough.  You need to start
showing some respect."  I punctuated that remark with another swat.

"Starting now, you will speak only when you are spoken to.  Do you understand?" 
"Yes sir."

"Until I grant permission for you to do otherwise, you will not look me in the
eyes.  Instead, when you speak to me, you will focus all of your attention on my
cock.  Do you understand?"  "Yes, sir"

"When I tell you to do something, it is an order.  You are not to question it. 
You are not to acknowledge it.  You are simply to do it. Immediately.  Do you
understand?"  "Yes, sir." "Do you have any questions?"

"No, sir."  Swimmerís voice was barely audible, and I gave her a swat across her
reddening butt.  "Speak up, Swimmer.  Do you have any questions?"  "No, sir." 
Her voice was unstable, and it sounded like she could barely control her
emotions.

"Good.  Now, you have shown an unacceptable amount of sass today, Swimmer, and I
canít have that.  Your first punishment will be ten strokes with the crop.  Every
time a stroke lands, you will count it off.  I will begin now."  I raised the
crop and brought it soundly down on her bottom.  WHACK!

Swimmer flinched when she felt the sting, but immediately said "one".  I gave her
a stroke across the upper thighs.  WHACK!  "Two."  I paused for about five
seconds, then quickly swatted her when I felt she was unprepared.  WHACK! 
"Three!"  she yelped.  I gave her two more in rapid succession.  WHACK!  "Four--"
 WHACK!  "Five!"  I paused again, and ran the leather tip of the crop over the
red swell of her ass.  I could feel her trembling down the length of the crop as
I dipped the tip between her butt cheeks and traced softly over her crack. 
Stepping behind her, I drew back and gave her another double-touch, one forehand
and one backhand.  Swimmer counted them off quickly, and I added a downward
vertical stroke.  She twitched violently as she felt the crop sting between her
cheeks, rather than over them.

Before I gave the last stroke, I reached down between her legs and tested her
pussy.  She was soaked, and she tried to push back when she felt my hand on her. 
"I see you are enjoying this, Swimmer.  I am going to give you one last stroke,
and you are going to come on that stroke. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."  Swimmerís voice was ragged, and her body was flushed with arousal. 
I stepped back, and brought the crop up in an underhand arc. It flew between her
legs and landed on her slit.  Swimmerís legs clamped closed, and she let out a
yell as she came violently on the crop.  Still clenching the end of it with her
thighs, her arms buckled and she fell forward onto the stool.  As she came down
from her climax, gasping for air, I came around to her head, carrying the dog
collar.  I knelt and adjusted it on her neck, then attached it to the spooled
leash.  When I was finished, I stood up, and pulled her up by the leash to join
me.

Swimmer stood up and faced the floor, her clothes now crumpled and stained in
intimate places.  I inspected my slave, checking her hair and muscle, and
smoothing down her dress to be more presentable.  When I was finished, I said
"You will wear the collar and leash for the rest of the day, as a reminder of
your position as a slave.  Now I want you to start working on dinner, but first
you will repay me for your orgasm.  I will accept a blowjob."

Silently Swimmer knelt and opened my pants and briefs.  Pulling out my cock, she
bent her head and began to lick around the head and shaft, then took it into her
mouth.  With one hand, she massaged my balls.  I was already hard from giving
Swimmer her punishment, and it was a very short time before she brought me over. 
She remained sucking until I had finished my flood, then tucked me back into my
pants and licked her lips clean.

I let out the leash to about twenty feet, and went into the living room to do
some homework.  Swimmer set about cooking and setting the table for our dinner. 
When I finished with my work, Swimmer had another thirty minutes to go, so I let
another ten feet out on the leash and went into the bedroom to prepare for the
night.

Swimmer seemed to be taking her bondage well, so I selected props for a night of
moderately hard fun.  I set aside the inverted strap-on we had gotten at the
Foxís Den, and the nipple clamps from yesterday. Rummaging through Monicaís
stuff, I found a few lengths of thin chain and a set of pussy clips that I felt
would be appropriate.  Finally, I looked in my camping gear and found a 20-foot
coil of nylon rope. Grabbing my suitcase, I emptied it out, placed the toys
inside, and stowed it in a corner of the room  My preparations complete, I left
the bedroom and returned to Swimmer.

Tonight, she had made fettuccine with white wine clam sauce, served with a Caesar
Salad.  I ate heartily, and encouraged Swimmer to do the same. It wasnít really
in line with her role as a slave, but keeping her from this feast seemed beyond
the pale.  To counter my generosity, I made Swimmer wait on me by refilling my
glass or placing more servings on my plate.  Our dessert was a mint chocolate
mousse, which was made slightly salty when it was spread over Swimmerís breasts
for me to lick off. Swimmer took her dessert in the same manner, but I did not
let her make me come.  I decided that my energy would be better applied later.

We adjourned to the bedroom, and I sat on the bed and watched Swimmer undress for
me.  When she was nude, I had her stand in the center of the room.  I sat in
front of her, crop in hand.

"So, Swimmer, do you still want to be my slave?"  She kept her eyes rivited on my
cock as she had been told, and said "Yes, sir."  I bounced the crop against my
hand a couple of times to test its flexibility as I continued.  "You realize, of
course, that your slavery would entail much more of this kind of punishment,
donít you?"  She nodded her head once, but said nothing.  I remained motionless
until I finally heard a quiet "Yes, sir." escape her lips.  I went on.  "I may
even feel the need to go to moreÖeffective methods of punishment.  You are aware
of this?" "Yes, sir."  I decided to start twisting the screws.  "Swimmer, do you
feel you deserve to be punished?"  She broke her submissive gaze for a second and
stared at my face.  "Look at my cock, slave."  I raised the crop slightly and her
eyes once more locked onto my member.  "And answer the question."

I heard her breathe it out.  "Louder.  Tell me.  Do you deserve to be punished?" 
She whispered it again, afraid to form the word.  I gave her a terse look and
said, "Swimmer, you have already earned five strokes for breaking your gaze from
my cock.  Hesitation will only bring you more.  Now, I want you to say it to me. 
Say it to my face, but keep your eyes down."  She lifted her head, careful to
keep her eyes on my crotch, and formed the word cautiously, precisely.  "Yes." 
"Yes, what?" She was already red, but now she was becoming crimson, almost purple
with self-consciousness as she stood in the middle of the room.  Her knees
trembled as the words came out.  "Yes, I deserve to be punished." "And what do
you deserve to be punished for?"  "I deserve to be punished, because I am a
slut."  The words came clearly now.  "I deserve to be punished, because I am
willfully submitting myself to a person who I didnít even know four days ago.  I
deserve to be punished, because I am enjoying everything he does to me, even the
hard things."  She paused.  "Especially the hard things."

"And what is your punishment?"  Swimmer showed no hesitation as she went on.  "My
punishment is to be used.  By you, for whatever you want.  I need to be taken,
and disciplined, and made into a toy for you.  I need to be every woman who has
laughed at you, and every woman who has rejected you, and every woman who has
just gone silent as she tries to find a way to politely decline, because she
pities you.  I need to be tied down, and shown what it means to be a hole.  I
need to feel more than just pleasure.  I need all the senses.  Thatís what I
want."

I stood up.  "Then lie down on the bed, Swimmer, and take your punishment."  Legs
trembling, she walked over to the bed and lay back. "Face down, and further up. 
Spread out your arms.  I walked to the corner and opened the briefcase.  I
removed the rope, and used it to secure her arms and legs.  When I felt she was
adequately bound, I stood at her side with the crop.

"I will punish you now, Swimmer, for looking me in the eyes a few minutes ago
while we were talking.  The punishment is fifteen strokes. You will count them
off."  I administered the blows to her bottom at regular intervals, and she
called out the number for each one.  I gave her the first ten with the crop, then
the last five with my open palm. Her bare bottom was already sensitized by the
leather fold of the crop, and she twitched when I brought my hand down.  When I
finished, she was breathing deeply.  I ran my hand over her hot buttock, and she
rose back to me, trying to bring my hand down to her cunt.  I shoved a finger
inside, and she moaned a little.  Before she could do anything, however, I pulled
my finger out, and wiped myself off on her thigh.

I reached under her and grabbed one of her breasts, roughly twisting the nipple. 
Swimmer yelped into the pillow, and I gave her an extra squeeze.  "All you have
to do is say ëstopí, Swimmer.  Or are you letting me do this because you like
it?"  She didnít say stop, and I pulled my hand out from under her and started to
undo her ropes.

"Youíre going to need more discipline, Swimmer.  But first I need to tie you in a
new position.  Get up and kneel on the bed.  And put your hands behind your
neck."

She took the position, and I looped the rope around her wrists.  Then I brought
it under her armpits and three times around her upper chest.  I used the rest of
the rope to tie her ankles together.  When I was finished, her hands were safely
restrained behind her neck, but she couldnít choke herself by thrashing around. 
She could still close her legs if she wanted, but she had no leverage to keep me
from prying them back open.  I left her on the bed and went back to my briefcase.
 Taking care to open it away from her, I pulled out a ball gag.  "You are too
vocal for what I am about to do, Swimmer.  This will work until you learn better
restraint.  Open your mouth."  Swimmer opened her mouth and I fitted the gag
around her head.

Swimmerís eyes widened when I pulled out the nipple clamps.  I put them snugly,
but not too tight.  I only wanted her to feel the stimulation at the moment. 
When I brought the pussy clips, she didnít understand what they were for until I
spread her knees and closed them around her tender outer lips.  For my finale, I
reached down into the case and brought out a long thin metal chain.  It was
adjusted to be two feet long, and was forked at both ends.  She gave me a
confused look that turned to surprise when I attached one fork to her nipple
clamps.  I let out the chain as I attached it to the pussy clips, then tightened
it back up when I was finished.  Swimmer bent her body in an attempt to keep
slack in the chain, but I gave her a swat across the back with the crop.  When
she felt the sting, she arched back, pulling on both her nipples and her lips. 
Feeling the new pain from the clips, she bent forward again.

"Sit up straight, Swimmer."  She squeezed her eyes shut and slowly straightened
her back, pulling down her breasts and up her lips.  I crooked my finger and
tested her cunt, now spread wide to the world. She quivered against my finger,
and when I pushed it in, she came, whining in the gag.  I pulled out my finger
and wiped it off on her breasts.  Then I pushed her back onto the bed.

I pulled off my pants and briefs, then mounted her, with my dick between her
breasts.  I brought my hands to her sides, then squeezed her breasts together,
around my cock.  I began to tit-fuck her on the bed.  Each time I thrust my shaft
between her breasts, it pulled on the chain, sending jolts straight to her sex. 
Soon I could hear her moaning along with me.  I pushed her breasts together hard
and went over the edge, spraying her chest and neck with my come.  After I came,
I squeezed and scratched her nipples lightly.  Combined with the stimulation of
the clamps, this was enough to bring her to another writhing orgasm.

I pulled her back up, then went back to the suitcase.  I selected a large
vibrator, and returned to Swimmer.  Turning it to a low power, I slid it into her
drenched cunt.  When I felt it was snugly inside of her, I took my hand away and
said "Swimmer, I am going to need a rest before I can come back for more.  If
this is not inside of you when I return," I grabbed the vibrator and twisted it
inside of her slightly, "I am going to be very angry.  Donít make me angry,
Swimmer."  She shook her head no and I left her to get a glass of orange juice.

I sat down in the living room and sipped my orange juice as I waited to get hard
again.  I could hear the faint buzzing of the vibrator coming from the bedroom,
broken by the occasional thrashing of Swimmer.  I had left it on low power so
that she would be stimulated, but not with enough power to make her come.  I
could hear the bedsprings creak as she tried to get in a position to shove the
vibrator farther into her.  When I felt I had recouped enough of my energy, I
drained my juice and returned to the bedroom.

Swimmer was kneeling on the bed, with the vibrator still inside of her. She
looked plaintively at me over the ball gag, begging for release.  I told her to
lie back, then grabbed the vibrator and began to fuck her with it.  I would pull
it almost all the way out of her cunt, then shove it back in with a twisting
motion, pulling her flesh around the axis. Swimmer whipped her head back and
forth and pulled at the ropes on her hands, lost in the feeling.  Just as she was
about to come, I pushed the vibrator deep inside her and turned it off.  She
glared at me, tears of frustration in her eyes, but did nothing but watch as I
walked to the briefcase and pulled out a condom and some lube.  "Youíll get your
release soon, Swimmer.  Donít worry."

I came back to her and rolled her on her left side.  I lay down behind her, and
spread her ass cheeks.  With a small amount of lube on my finger, I wormed my way
into her anus and spread the warm jell on her hot walls.  When I felt her
starting to push back at me, I pulled out quickly, not letting her enjoy it. 
Instead, I eased my cock into her ass and said "Sit still, Swimmer.  I will fuck.
 Not you.  You wanted to be a toy.  Now you are, and toys donít fuck."  I shoved
forward to prove my point, and she grunted into the gag.  As I began working up a
rhythm in her ass, I reached around and switched the vibrator back on.  I started
to twist the vibrator in and out of her once more, pulling in with my hand as I
pushed forward from the rear.  I increased the power, and began to feel the motor
through the thin wall separating her vagina from her anus.  Every time I rammed
into her ass, my dick was met by the vibrator from the other side.  Swimmer was
enjoying it too, and began to come in short breaths.

I had intended to hold off for longer, but my double penetration of Swimmer was
proving more exhausting than I had first planned.  Since Swimmer had no mobility,
I was perched at a precarious angle, ramming a vibrator into her cunt from an
unusual angle as I pushed myself forward into her ass in the opposite direction. 
After a couple of minutes of this my arm was on fire, and I was sweating along
with Swimmer.  I let her come one last time, then allowed myself to be set off by
the constrictions of her ass.  I filled the condom, and collapsed by her side for
a minute, catching my breath.  I flushed the condom in the bathroom, then came
back and began to undo Swimmerís bonds.

First came the double Y chain with its clips, then came the gag.  As soon as the
gag was removed, Swimmer started taking deep gasps of air, and I realized that
she had probably been in an oxygen debt for the past half-hour.  I let her
breathing calm down before I turned her over to untie her ropes.  As I worked on
my knots I talked with her about the nightís activities.

"So, Swimmer, it seems you have received your just punishment.  For tonight." 
"Yes, Sir."  "You can expect more of this treatment for the rest of the week.  If
you do not wish for this, I will hear your pleas now."  I unbound her ankles and
she stretched out her legs on the bed, shaking softly to bring back the
circulation.  As I moved up to her wrists, she said "I have no pleas, Sir.  I am
your slave.  It is my duty to do whatever you ask of me, no matter what that may
be."

"Aside from what was in the letter, of course."  I corrected.  She froze for a
second, then said "Oh, yes!  The letter.  Yes, sir.  You may not mark me
permanently."  "Or give you to other people."  "Yes, that too." I thought I could
hear a twinge of disappointment as she said it.  I finished her wrists, took all
the toys off the bed, and placed them by the briefcase for her to wash tomorrow. 
Then I climbed back into the bed and curled up next to my slave, wondering how
best to apply the remaining toys tomorrowÖ