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A Birthday Gift

1/20/2008

Before reading this I recommend that you first read “Listening
In” and “Caitlin’s Birthday.”


Hi, I’m Caitlin. My Master wrote a story (Caitlin’s Birthday)
and posted it here recently. He allowed me to read it after
he posted it. With his permission, I am retelling his story
from my point of view.





Bree (17) is my best friend. We met at 10 in gymnastics shortly
before her mom’s death, switched to soccer at 12, then onto
cheerleading at 14 through high school. I helped her out
of her shyness and we created a huge social network together.
Ever since her mom died when she was ten we’ve had the agreement
that there is nothing we can’t talk about and we are always
there for each other.


Bree’s dad: 43 (although he looks 33), 6’5”, 220lbs, athletically
fit, short spiky brown hair, hazel eyes and an olive complexion.
He has that natural charisma that comes from life experience
and being comfortable in your own skin. He is that dad that
makes all the girls melt. He works for the police department
as a criminal psychologist, but he is not a cop.


Me: I don’t know what to tell you, so here are the basics:
18, brunette, 5’7”, green eyes, 32C-23-32. I lost my virginity
when I was 15.





My Birthday Weekend (Early January):


Saturday: Bree and I have her house to our selves after the
previous nights party that she put together for my 18th
birthday. Her dad is away for the weekend snowboarding.
After cleaning up the house from the night before, we spend
most of the rest of the day shopping, hanging out at the mall
and just doing girl stuff. We get home and make dinner, watch
TV, listen to music and surf the Internet. Around 11pm I
suggest that she and I watch some of her dad’s porn in his
room on his big screen TV. We select a few movies, illuminate
the room with about a dozen candles, turn the lights out
and get comfortable on his bed. I don’t like the first one.
It’s tame, mainly just straight sex, nothing too kinky
or extreme and I‘m in the mood for something harder. I put
in a new one that had some bondage scenes in it. I want to fantasize
about being tied up. I waste no time and fast-forward to
the sex scenes. Bree was like, “Horny much?” I said, “Fuck
yeah. I wanna pop.” While we watch the movie, Bree got off
the bed and went to the closet and into her dad’s duffle bag.
The next thing I know I feel her grab my ankle. She is wrapping
my ankle in a leather restraint. (We have experimented
tying each other up many times since we found her dad’s porn
and bondage gear last summer.) I start to getting excited
from the sensation of the leather being wrapped tightly
around my ankle. In no time, she has my other ankle wrapped
and is tugging my legs apart with the straps she attached
to the legs of the bed. I quickly remove my t-shirt and begin
pinching my nipples with my left hand and alternating between
fingering my clit and my g-spot under my panties with the
right. My body comes alive with sexual energy. She takes
my left hand, puts a wrist restraint on it and ties it to the
headboard with a nylon strap, saying, “You know you want
to be restrained as much as possible to really get off.”
She’s right I do and I vigorously play with my clit. Then
she restrains my right hand to the other side of the headboard.
Looking at her I say, “What are you doing?” She teasingly
said, “I am going to get you off for your birthday.” I asked,
“Really, how?” She said, “You’ll see.” I am exhilarated
at her taking control of me. The porn caught my attention.
It shows a girl, blindfolded and ball gagged, being shackled
by the wrists, neck and ankles to a picnic table in the doggy
style position. I’m thinking, “Damn I want to know what
THAT feels like.” Suddenly, Bree is putting a ball-gag
in my mouth. I am like, “What … ?” but before I could finish,
she puts the ball in, secures it tightly and playfully says,
“I figure if we are going to do this then we are going to do
it right.” (We have tied each other up before but never completely,
in case something went wrong.) I am at her mercy and I like
it a lot. She briefly disappears into the master bathroom
and returns with a pair of scissors. As she walks by the closet
she reaches into the duffle bag and grabs a vibrator. Climbing
on the bed between my spread legs, she cuts off my panties,
tossing them on the floor and turns on a vibrator. Touching
it to my nipples and running it over my breasts, I’m alive
with a new intensity. She teases my breasts and nipples
for just a few minutes before moving to my inner thighs.
The vibrations move through my legs, into my pussy, making
my lips quiver. I moan, thinking, “Do me Bree. Rock my world.”
Holding it lightly on my pussy, she repeatedly teases me,
moving it toward, then away from, my clit. Feeling safe
in Bree’s house, I close my eyes and give myself over to the
intensity of the sensations she is stimulating in my body.
I’m thinking, “Holy shit, this is exciting!” Inching closer
and closer, then delicately she is upon my little button,
sending flares of pleasure firing through my body. My pleasure
heightened by the fact that I am under her control, I moan
as I involuntarily start squirming and tensing against
the restraints.


Wham!! My eyes pop open as I hear the bedroom door slam against
the wall. I see a man in a black mask and sweatshirt, and camouflage
pants enter the room. Exhilaration changes to fear in a
nanosecond as I scream. The ball gag completely muffles
my scream. I watch him quickly walk over to Bree as she says,
“Oh fuck no!” She puts up her hands defending herself as
he pulls her to the floor at the foot of the bed. He punches
her hard and she goes limp.


Then he turns his attention to me. Panicked, I am screaming
into the gag and wildly thrashing on the bed hoping to free
myself. I quickly realize I’m stuck and freeze. He stands
there looking at me for what seemed like an eternity. He
makes no sudden movements and is silent, just staring and
slowly looking over my body. Strangely, I begin to calm
down a little. I am still scared but no longer panicking
as my thoughts begin racing, “Oh Shit! Who is this? How did
he get into the house? I hope Bree is ok. He hit her so hard.
Why is he just looking at me? Why is he doing this? What is
he going to do to me, to Bree? Is he going to me, us? Well
duh, obviously. Should I let him take me so he won’t
Bree? It’s just violent sex, how bad could it be? What! Did
I really just think that? Shit. I am so fucked, how am I going
to get out of this.” My eyes focus on him like lasers. I watch
for any threatening movements, but he just calmly stands
by the foot of the bed. Then he slowly reaches forward. I
squirm, trying to move away from him, thinking, “Oh shit
here we go, he is going straight for my pussy.” He instead
picks up the vibrator lying on the bed between my legs and
turns it off, tossing it on the floor. I stop moving, thinking,
“What is he doing? Why didn’t he use the vibrator on me? Why
didn’t he take advantage of me? ” He slowly reaches over
the bed toward me again. And again I squirm, trying to move
away from him. He picks up the scissors lying there and tosses
them on the floor. Then, again, he slowly reaches over the
bed toward me. I hesitate in trying to move away because
I’m not sure he is coming for me or is going to pick up something
else. But this time he grabs me by the waist, at the small
of my back and pulls me toward him. His hands feel huge and
their strength is readily apparent but not painfully overpowering.
He is confidently controlling me, but not hurting me. I
am still scared but not sure he is actually going to harm
me. I feel my body slightly relax and start getting aroused
by his handling of me as I’m thinking, “What the fuck is happening?
Why am I aroused by this?” He pulls me toward him, stretching
my arms taught against the resistance of the straps. This
creates a little extra slack in my leg straps and he works
to tighten them up in turn. Feeling helpless as he opens
my legs increasingly wider and frustrated at my body betraying
me, I struggle hard, working against his efforts to spread
me open. I’m thinking, “Why doesn’t he me and get it
over with? What is he preparing me for?” But my mind and body
are conflicted, “I can’t fight him like this. He’s so determined
to open me up. He must really want me. Oh fuck he has me so exposed.
Damn it, my nipples are getting hard and my pussy is starting
to get wet! Oh shit why am I getting turned on by a man that
is going to me.” He finally has my arms tightly stretched
against the restraints and my legs spread open as far as
is physically possible. There is no slack anywhere. I am
completely immobile. He has total control of me. I’m scared
and exhilarated. He gets off the bed, walks around it to
my right side and picks my t-shirt off the floor. As he uses
it to snugly blindfold me, I am thinking, “Now what? Damn,
he’s taking away the smallest bit of control I have!”


There is a brief silence before I hear him whisper very closely
to my ear, “You’ve been a wickedly bad girl. Do you know what
happens to bad girls when they get caught doing naughty
things?” I slowly shake my head from side to side. He says,
“No, well let me tell you. They get turned into sex slaves
for the people that catch them being naughty. You are going
to become my sex slave. I am going to ravage you. I am going
to make you feel things you didn’t know your tight, young,
naughty, sexy little body could feel. I am going to make
you cum harder and more intensely than you have ever imagined
you could. My touch, and my touch alone, is going to help
you discover how your body can quiver, quake, shake, spasm
and convulse from that raw, primal and instinctually animal
place deep inside you. Once I seduce your body and your mind,
no other man will be able to satisfy your newly discovered
sexual appetite as completely as I can. You will become
addicted to the things that I will make your body do and feel
physically and emotionally. You may resist at first, but
eventually you will allow the physical and emotional pleasure
to overwhelm you and you will surrender yourself to me totally
and completely. Do you understand?”


I excitedly think, “I know this speech. OH MY GOD, yes I understand!
Everything is ok. Bree is ok. Ha ha ha. Bree you minx, you
set this up!” My mind transforms my fear and anxiety into
complete sexual arousal at the realization my wildest
fantasy is about to be full-filled. I have read his “Journals
of Indoctrination” and have fantasized about becoming
his sex slave. Then I questioningly think, “Wait a second.
Bree doesn’t know about the journals. She just knows I want
to fuck her dad. If she set this up it would just be for sex,
but he has started the process of indoctrination with that
speech. That would mean indoctrination of me was totally
his idea.” A whole new level of exhilaration races through
my body as it hits me, “He wants to possess me!” Indoctrination
couldn’t start soon enough. I wanted him more intensely
than ever. But he didn’t know I knew who he was and what he
was up to. I had to keep up appearances if this was going to
work. I felt myself quivering with excitement. He repeats,
“Do you understand?” I snap back to reality, nodding my
head and through the gag I timidly mumble, “Yes.”


I hear him walk away and then lots of noise coming from the
master bathroom, like he is looking for something. I hear
him walk back to the foot of the bed. He places what feels
like a towel on the bed below my butt. Suddenly he’s touching
me and I squirm at the sensation of him spreading, what feels
like, a very thin layer of shaving cream around my pussy.
I can feel my light pubic stubble against his finger. He
begins shaving me. I freeze, unsure of his hands around
my pussy with a razor. It’s immediately obvious he knows
what he is doing as he patiently and skillfully shaves me,
especially around my clit. Gently tugging and stretching
my skin as he works to get it all just right, my tenseness
gradually changes to arousal and my clit and mound begin
to swell, moistness begins to coat my pussy, I am flush with
perspiration and my breathing becomes irregular. I’m
thinking, “Oh damn that feels good. Keeping up appearances
is going to be harder than I thought. I wonder if he can see
me getting turned on?” He uses the towel to clean me of any
shaving residue and then nothing. No sound, no movement,
nothing. Straining to hear any sound for a hint of what is
happening, I hear him whisper, “Perfect.” A moment later
I am startled by air being blown, teasingly, across my moist
clit. Involuntarily tensing at the stimulation, I let
out a little squeak of pleasure while thinking, “Ooohhh
mmyyyyy.” Then remembering I had to play my part and not
give away that I knew what he was trying to do, I resist, straining
against the bindings, making it look like I was trying to
distract myself from the temptation of submitting to him
and his sexual suggestions.


I feel him crawl over me, his chest hovering a few inches
above mine he lets no part of his body touch me. I’m thinking,
“You are close. Are you going to remove my gag or blindfold?
Are you going to kiss me somewhere, anywhere? Oh my gosh
please touch me.” Startled, I inhale abruptly as he gently
rests the pad of his index finger on my clit. I’m wriggling
and straining against the restraints trying not to moan,
playing like I want him to stop. He doesn’t move his finger
on my clit. He just keeps pressing it there no matter how
much I squirm. He whispers, “That’s it. Rub your clit against
my finger. Use me to stimulate yourself. You’ve already
given yourself to me you just haven’t realized it.” Playing
along, I struggle a few more seconds before surrendering
to his touch, releasing a long, slow moan of satisfaction
as my body tenses and I orgasm. He whispers, “That’s it,
give yourself to me.” I’m thinking, “Oh good he thinks that
I have realized within myself a desire to be physically
and emotionally overwhelmed by him. Step one of his indoctrination
of me is over, step two shouldn’t take long.”


He whispers, “Remember how you said you thought I would
be an awesome fuck?” I quickly realize that he is actually
telling me who he is and that everything is ok. I react with
what I hope is the appropriate response; I smile, nod and
say, “Mmhmm“ through the gag. He continues, “Well you are
about to find out just how right you are.” He gets off the
bed, walks around the side, sits next to me and removes my
blindfold. Blinking a few times, I’m trying to force my
eyes to focus more quickly. I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t
know, that I know, what he is up to. I smile and sigh in relief,
thinking, “Now that he has revealed himself to me and he
sees that I feel safe with him, step two is over. I can just
surrender myself and enjoy him taking me.”


He looks into my eyes with a raw, animal desire and says,
“Who do you belong to?” as he tugs on the nylon straps at my
wrists. Looking back at him with smoldering eyes, I say
“You” through the ball-gag. He stands up and removes his
sweatshirt and shirt, pulling them over his head. Then
undoes his pants, sliding them down and off, freeing his
trapped cock. Now standing naked before me, I eye with lust
his 6’5”, 220 lb, lean muscular frame and rock hard, throbbing
erection. I moaned trying to get his attention, wanting
him to remove the gag. Looking at me, he teasingly says,
“You will have my cock in your mouth in good time.” I look
back at him with playful disappointment as he walks to the
foot of the bed. As he climbs on, I feel my fluids soak my pussy
as I imagine him penetrating me. Taking a moment, he is wantonly
looking me over, his eyes stopping at my breasts. My nipples
and areolas feel hot under his glare and are very erect.
Slowly he crawls over me, lightly kissing my navel, then
halfway between my navel and my breasts, next the valley
between my breasts and finally, seductively the tip of
his tongue touches the tip of my nipple, before kissing
each areola, suckling them into his mouth where his tongue
lovingly bathes them in soft, warm caresses. Shivering
with excitement, I’m thinking, “Oh fuck yes, finally it
begins!” Curling his lips over his teeth, he firmly squeezes
each nipple as his tongue continues its caresses. All I
can do is moan, close my eyes and press my head back into the
bed as he sends waves of pleasure pulsing from my nipples,
to my clit and on through the rest of my body. Releasing my
nipples, he slowly, seductively, teasingly kisses his
way down between my breasts, along my rib line, across my
stomach and twice around my navel before stopping at the
invisible line between my hipbones. His tongue slides
between my hips leaving a trail of moisture that he softly
blows across, sending a pleasant little chill through
me. Suddenly, he’s not touching or kissing me. Keeping
my eyes closed, I start to squirm with anticipation as I
think, “Oh my gosh, what are you preparing to do? You’re
driving me crazy, touch me!” About 15 seconds later, I can’t
take it anymore. Opening my eyes, I see him lustfully looking
at my swollen clit and glistening pussy and how they are
presented to him between my widely spread legs.


There is fierce desire in his eyes as he leans in and begins,
very softly, kissing the inside of each thigh just above
my knee. Taking his time, back and forth from thigh to thigh,
patiently working his way closer and closer; goose-bumps
cover my body as I think, “Oohh, I love the way older men take
their time and savor what they are doing.” He gets so close
I can feel the warmth of his breath float across my swollen
mound. Moaning hungrily, I struggle against my bindings
to press my hips toward his mouth, physically pleading
with him to touch me. As my hips fall back to the bed, the tip
of his nose lightly brushes across my pussy once (I moan),
twice (I moan louder), a third time (I moan again as my thighs
begin to quiver). Again I struggle to press my hips upward,
wanting him to touch me more aggressively. As my hips fall
back to the bed again, he very softly kisses just below the
center of my pussy, then a second above the center and lastly,
a lingering kiss right in the center. I am moaning more loudly
now and beginning to breathe very erratically as I think,
“Holy shit! I love the way you tease me.” Sliding his tongue
gently upon my lips, he slowly glides its warm, soft, moistness
toward my clit. I begin to tense as he eases his way closer,
ever closer, sliding over and around the hood, and then
descending back to the center of my pussy. Pressing his
tongue deeper between my lips, he again glides toward my
clit, twice around the hood and back down. He buries his
tongue deep in my folds and slides his tongue through my
lips with a new sense of purpose. It’s hard to breathe as
my body tenses and I pull at the restraints, anticipating
his tongue’s arrival. Any moment. Any moment. Then hungrily
he embraces it, caresses it and massages it with little
circles and figure eights. Thrusting my hips upward, I
push my mound into his tongue as my body begins to shudder
with wave after wave of orgasmic energy. I moan long and
hard, trying to catch my breath between waves. My tender
clit is squeezed between his curled lips, sending increasingly
intense waves of pleasure pulsing through me. Whimpering
screams are all I can manage as I continue straining against
the restraints and he nibbles on and nibbles on and nibbles
on my clit. Suddenly, two fingers are thrust about halfway
into my very wet pussy. My body shaking, I yell into the gag,
“Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!” Reaching with his free hand,
he releases the buckle on the gag. I shake my head and it falls
away. As I catch my breath I say, “You…Fucking…Rock!”


His fingers start gently moving with a come-hither motion
and a tingly sensation begins to stir deep inside me. Excitedly
I say, “Oh my god. That feels amazing.” He says, “You are
going to love this.” He continues massaging and stimulating
my G-spot and I start trembling as a sexual energy begins
building. I’m thinking, “I’ve been fingered before, but
it never felt like this.” I close my eyes and let the feeling
completely overwhelm me. Soon I feel my pussy tighten gently,
then firmly, around his fingers as my entire body begins
quaking with an eruption of pleasure exploding from my
g-spot, up my spine and throughout my body. He says, “Open
your eyes.” I see and feel my body squirt a short but steady
flow of a semi-clear liquid once…twice…three times. I
try with a shaking voice, to say, ”OOHH FUCK YEAAHHH! I…can…
squirt. Fu…cking Awe…some!” He continues milking my G-spot
and the sensation overwhelm me again. Just as my muscles
squeeze around his fingers, he slides them out and immediately
replaces them with his hot, throbbing cock, plunging it
in as I squirt. My pussy muscles are quivering as they squeeze
my tunnel walls around his cock. I let out a, “OH YEEESSSSSS.
Fill Me Up With Your Long, Thick Tool!” As he plunges ever
deeper, his cock gently bumps against my cervix and I hungrily
say, “That’s it, that’s what I want. Fuck…Me…Deeply. Lay
claim to my body. Oh Shit You Feel Sooooo Goooood.” He starts
ramming his cock into me. As I enjoy the feeling of his hot,
hard cock pressing through my flesh, he says, “I am making
you mine. I am going to fuck you so good no other man will be
able to satisfy the raw, animal desires I am awakening in
you.” I say, “Oh Fuck Yeah. Use My Body. Take Me. Ravage Me!”
Feeling and hearing his hips and balls smacking against
me combined with the nasty things we are saying to each other,
the room is filled with the sounds of ravenous fucking.



Subtly repositioning himself, he adjusts the angle his
cock enters my pussy. It feels like electricity is pulsing
through me as his shaft is now sliding against my G-spot
with each pounding thrust. He starts slamming his cock
into me with, what seems to be, every bit of strength and
power he has left. My animal instincts are aroused by the
raw vulnerability and primal domination I feel with each
impact of his groin into my now perfectly tenderized pussy.
I yell, “OH YEEESSSSS. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop fucking
me just like that! OH YEESSSS. OH FFFFFFUCK YYYYYYEESS.”
As I enjoy him grinding my g-spot and bumping my cervix again
and again, and each thrust furiously shakes my boobs and
stretches my legs, almost painfully, against the restraints;
the warmth of his cum explodes into my depths. He yells,
“OOOHH FUCK CAITLIN, I LOVE YOUR SEXY BODY AND YOUR PERFECT
CUNT! TAKE MY SEED!” I’m excitedly thinking, “He’s claiming
my womb, Making Me His Mate!” Feeling and hearing how intensely
I turn him on overwhelms me physically, sexually and emotionally
and, as another orgasm begins, I yell, “OOHHH YYYYYYEEESSS,
POUND MY CUNT! You Fuck Me So Good! I want your seed. Give
me every last drop. Fucking Mate With Me.” I let my body absorb
his cum, energy, scent, sweat, everything as he continues
slamming his cock into me, prolonging the intensity of
our orgasms for as long as possible.


He collapses onto me exhausted. I can feel my orgasm lingering
as flares of sexual energy pulse throughout my body and
my pussy quivers against his semi-hard cock. Confidently
he says, “Caitlin, you sexy little thing, I have wanted
to fuck you for a long time. I want you to be my regular fuck
and I want you to want to be my regular fuck. I want to plunge
my cock and pump my cum into you daily, to make you orgasm
and squirt as often as possible.” I think, “Wow, I want that
too!” Then breathlessly I say, “Be careful what you wish
for, because if you really want to fuck me like that, I am
ready and willing to give you my pussy whenever, wherever,
however you want it.” He says, ”I will want more than just
your pussy. I will want all of you, physically, emotionally
and intellectually. I want to possess you and I want you
to want to be mine.” I pause, making sure to look into his
eyes, and say, “I am yours, do with me what you please.” He
presses his lips to mine and kisses me long and deep. I return
the sentiment.


After a few minutes, he starts flexing his cock repeatedly
while it’s still inside me. As he flexes it, it twitches
and moves against my tunnel walls. I softly say, “Mmmm that
feels good.” and ask, “Are you ready to go again?” He says,
“I will be shortly. I just have to make a few adjustments.”
I say, “Adjustments?” He says, “I can tell you or surprise
you.” I say, “Ooo, I like surprises.” He gently pulls his
cock out of me and gets off the bed. He puts some slack into
the nylon straps relieving the tension in my arm and legs.
As I am stretching he undoes the nylon straps from the restraints
and says, “Turn over.” Turning onto my stomach, he starts
reattaching the straps as I say, ”I love doggy style.” He
says, “Then assume the position.” I am immediately up on
my hands and knees as he removes the slack from the straps.
Watching him intently, I am curious about what he has in
mind. He grabs a blindfold out his duffle bag and places
it over my eyes. I plead, “I wanna watch.” He says, “It’s
a surprise remember.” I hear him moving around over by the
closet, getting something else from that bag. A moment
later a leather collar is being wrapped around my neck.
Teasingly, I say, “Oh, a little extra naughty.” He returns
to the bag and I hear the sound of metal tapping together.
My mind races to recall the things I have seen in that bag.
I remember two, foot-long, half-inch diameter bars with
a 2-inch metal loop attached at the middle of each and 1-inch
metal loop at each end. I feel him fasten one, by the ends,
between the wrist restraints and the other between the
ankle restraints. Testing my range of motion, I find the
bars, like handcuffs, keep my hands and ankles equally
apart and the straps allow me to only move my hands toward
the headboard and my feet toward the foot of the bed. One
more time I hear him move to the bag. I hear what sounds like
a chain and my memory kicks in, it’s a dog leash chain about
4-feet long with a 4-inch loop at one end and a 1-inch loop
at the other. I am thinking, “What is he going to use that
for?” There’s movement at the bar between my ankles. Then
I hear the chain-links sliding through the loop in the bar.
There is movement at the bar between my wrists and the chain
sliding through the loop in that bar. He places his hand
on the back of my neck and presses down toward the bed. I bend
my elbows so my forearms are flat on the bed and excitedly
say, “Oh, a lot naughty.” I hear the click of a padlock as
he attaches the chain to a loop on the front of the leather
collar. I’m thinking, “I should be careful what I wish for.
I am bound just like the girl in the porno.” I am so turned
on I say, “Damn you are turning me on! My nipples ache and
wetness feels like it’s running down my legs.” The bed moves
as he positions himself between the headboard and my face.
His finger is under my chin and gently lifting. I can hear
the chain sliding through the loops as I raise myself off
my forearms and back onto my hands. My elbows straighten
just as the chain gets taught. I can’t move my arms or legs
in any direction. The chain was the final piece of my bondage.
I am now so fucking horny there are butterflies in my stomach,
and my mouth begins to water, as I swear, I can smell his hot
cock. I say, “Your cock smells gooood!” I try to lean forward,
to search the space in front of my face for it and take it into
my mouth, but the chain stops me. Then I feel his fingers
running through my hair from my forehead, over my scalp
and down the back of my head to my neck. It feels really good
and I try to press my head into his fingers, but again the
chain stops me. Frustrated, I think to myself, “Fuck. I’m
not sure how much more teasing I can take.” With a slight
desperation in my voice I say, “Please say something!”
As he runs his fingers through my hair again, he says, “Open
your mouth.” I open my mouth hoping for his cock but feel
him place the strap of the ball gag around the back of my head
and begin to put the ball in my mouth. Realizing that I am
completely under his control, I think, “Wow, I really am
his slave.” Submitting to him, I do not resist or show disappointment
and willingly take the gag, thinking, “I will do whatever
you want Master.” I was surprised when, almost immediately
after thinking that, I had his cock in my mouth. It was like
he could sense, and was rewarding, my submissive choice.
As his hot, swollen head touches my tongue, I instinctively
wrap my lips around his shaft and let out a soft moan of appreciation,
thinking, “Oh thank you Master!” I lick, caress and swirl
my tongue around and over the head and shaft while thinking,
“Your cock feels incredible. I love having your cock in
my mouth Master!” I was sort of shocked at myself thinking
of him as my Master, but then I quickly reviewed what I have
submitted to so far, and thought, “Yeah I guess he is my Master.
Wow this indoctrination thing is actually working!” He
starts fucking my mouth, grabbing handfuls of my hair and
holding my head still as he pushes in deeply. He says, “I
want to cum and I’m not going to stop until I do.” I desperately
want him to as I hum, “Mmm Hmm.” Thoroughly fucking my mouth,
his balls are bumping my chin as his cock suddenly gets harder
and its head swells. I open my throat as he presses in deep,
thinking, “Cum hard Master. Make my mouth yours.” He thrusts,
moans and cums. I swallow. He thrusts, moans and cums. I
swallow again. His cum tastes good compared to others I
have had. I swirl my tongue around the rim of his head and
squeeze my lips around his shaft attempting to milk him
of every last drop. He pulls out and I, hungry for every moment
I can have it, immediately say, “Just a little while longer?”
I open my mouth inviting him back in. He indulges my request
and I give him what I hope is more of the most succulent tongue
work he has ever experienced. I thoroughly enjoy licking
and sucking him clean. He pulls out and I say, “I like your
cock in my mouth as much as I like it in my pussy.” As I am saying
those words I am thinking, “Call him Master, you’ve been
thinking it, now speak the words. Do it. Surrender more
of yourself to him and become his slave. It’s what you have
fantasized about.” I give in to my desire and say, “Thank
you Master.”


There was a long pause. I’m nervously thinking, “Did I say
something wrong? I wish this blindfold was gone so I could
see his face and what he is thinking.” He finally asks, “Do
you understand what you are saying?” I pause, thinking,
“I’ve read your journals, I hope so.” and then as confidently
as I can I say, “Yes Master, I am yours to do with what you please.”
He continues with, “We have a lot to talk about.” I say, “I
understand Master. I am prepared.” He says, “Prepared
for what?” I say, “Indoctrination.” He asks, “Where did
hear that term?” I say, “Master please don’t be angry with
me. I was curious.” He says, “Answer the question.” I explain,
“Master, some time ago I asked Bree if she knew if you had
any porn. She said you had more than just porn and showed
me your bondage gear. We watched your porn and tried tying
each other up. I asked if she ever looked for anything else
you might have hidden away. She said she had looked but found
nothing. I secretly decided to look, when she wasn’t around,
and found your Journals of Indoctrination, but said nothing
to Bree. Curious, I started reading them. The more I read,
the more I wanted to know. The whole idea of it turns me on
and I often fantasize about you taking me through the process
and making me your slave.” There is a short pause before
he asks, “How long have you been fantasizing about this?”
I say, “Almost six months Master. I have wanted to be yours
since last summer.” Again there is a pause before he asks,
“How does the process start?” I’m thinking, “He’s testing
me. Cool.” Confidently, I say, “Master, when you recognize
a submissive and you choose her as a candidate.” He says,
“Are you aware that your indoctrination has already begun?”
I say, “Yes Master.” He asks, “When did you realize this?”
I say, “Master, when you whispered the “realization of
self” speech. I recognized it from the first journal. I
have been playing along recognizing the steps as we go.”
He asks, “Where are we in the process?” I proudly say, “Master,
I have completed two of the eight steps of indoctrination
and two of three parts of the third step. I am almost eligible
for my first graduation ritual.” He says, “You’ve been
a wickedly bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls
when they get caught doing naughty things?” I smile, nod
my head and confidently say, “Oh yes Master.” Intrigued,
he says, “You do, do you? Tell me.” I proceed to recite the
“realization of self” speech, making it my own, demonstrating
how much I want to be his by saying, “I am becoming a sex slave
for you Master, the person that caught me being naughty.
I get to be sexually and emotionally ravaged by you. I get
to have you make me feel things I didn’t know my tight, young,
naughty, sexy little body could feel. I get to have you make
me cum harder and more intensely than I have ever imagined.
I get to have your touch, and your touch alone, help me discover
how my body can quiver, quake, shake, spasm and convulse
from the raw, primal and instinctively animal place deep
inside me. I get to have you thoroughly seduce my body and
mind, so that no other man will be able to satisfy my newly
discovered sexual appetite as completely as you, my Master,
can. I get to become addicted to the things that you will
make my body do and feel physically and emotionally. And
lastly, I am going to surrender myself to you as you gradually
take absolute possession of me.” He says, “Very good Slave!”
I proudly say, “Thank you Master.”


He places the ball-gag in my mouth and fastens it. I take
it willingly. He gets off the bed and I hear him walk to and
from his bathroom, around to the foot of the bed and I feel
the bed move as he gets on. I am suddenly aware of how my ass
and my swollen pussy are presented to him. He moves up behind
me. I feel him place his lower legs along the outside of mine,
and the front of his thighs against the back of mine. He places
his large hands on my ass and squeezes firmly, before slowly
sliding them over the small of my back, around my waist,
along the sides of my torso and then forward onto my breasts,
allowing each breast to fill his hands and my erect nipples
to slide between his fingers. He presses his chest to my
back as he massages my breasts and squeezes my nipples between
his fingers. I think I know what’s coming and I am so nervously
excited my legs are quivering uncontrollably. I can feel
his rock hard cock between my legs and pressed against my
pussy. He starts flexing it, bumping its head against my
clit. My pussy is so wet I can feel my wetness coating his
engorged tool. My breathing again becomes irregular as
he massages my breasts more firmly and rolls my nipples
between his fingers. I moan, as my whole body starts intensely
quivering. He squeezes my breasts one last time before
he slides his hands down my spine, returning to my ass. He
spreads my cheeks. I assume he is admiring my little pucker.
I’m nervously thinking, “Should I have told him that I have
never taken it in the ass?” He starts gently massaging lube
around my hole, taking his time. I excitedly shudder as
his finger touches me. My natural response is to tighten.
He says, “Slave, is that any way to respond to your Master’s
touch?” I concentrate and try to relax. A few moments later
his finger begins to slide in and he says, “Very good slave.”
I’m thinking, “Breathe and relax, breathe and relax.”
As I get used to his presence I relax and he begins sliding
his finger in, pressing deeper each time. Very soon his
entire finger is inside me. I’m thinking, “This isn’t so
bad.” He pulls his finger out, adds some lube and presses
what I think is his thumb into me. I moan, feeling my hole
open a little wider. I remind myself, “Breathe and relax.”
He says, “Slave, you know this is what you want. If your mind
enjoys it, your body enjoys it.” I nod my head as I think,
“He’s right, if I want to enjoy this I will and I do want him
to claim every part of me.” Unexpectedly he pushes his cock
into my pussy. Startled by the unexpected pleasant stimulation,
I moan as I tug against the restraints. I’m immediately
aware of how turned on and wet I am and I think, “I really am
enjoying him playing with my ass.” I relax and try to thoroughly
enjoy him pump his thumb and cock into my ass and pussy. Within
a few minutes my pussy starts to hug his cock and an orgasm
begins to course through my body. He pulls his thumb from
my ass and his cock from my pussy and places his pussy juice
lubed cock at my asshole. As he presses his cock in, deeper
and deeper, I can feel the orgasm in my pussy quivering through
to the internal muscles of my ass. I am surprised by how good
it feels and I moan loudly as I throw my head back against
the resistance of the collar and chain. He begins thrusting
and says, “You enjoy this don’t you slave. You enjoy your
Master pumping your ass? Your want your Master to claim
your ass don’t you slave?” I am now moaning very loudly in
sexual and sensual delight and nodding my head vigorously,
thinking’ “Fuck yeah I do!” I feel his right hand leave my
hip and a moment later a hard tug on the collar. I remember
the four-inch ring attached to the chain. He has grabbed
it and is using the chain to pull me into a more submissive
position. I eagerly give in to him, submitting yet again
to my desire to be controlled, dominated and claimed by
my Master. Once I am on my forearms and my ass is pushed up
into him, I feel him replace his hand on my hip and aggressively
thrust his cock into me. With each thrust his balls bounce
against my pussy and his hips smack against my ass. I hear
him moan as his cum explodes into me. I’m thinking, “Oh Fuck
Yeah Master, take my ass! Claim it as yours!” I try to push
my ass against his cock with each thrust, milking his cock
as his warm seed fills me, marking the last of my orifices
as his. He slides his hands from my hips, across the small
of my back, up my spine and around to my breasts. He squeezes
them firmly while pulling me back up onto my hands. He presses
his chest against my back and reaches forward with one hand
to unfasten the gag and asks, “How do you feel?” As the gag
falls away, I release a long, deep moan of satisfaction
and I say, “Oh fuck, where do I start? You have marked me,
filled me, claimed me totally and completely with your
lips, tongue, cock and cum. I have physically and emotionally
surrendered myself to you more deeply than I thought possible.
I have exposed my most emotionally and physically sensitive
places to you and have been rewarded with unconditional
acceptance. I want to give more of myself to you, to have
you help me discover that which I don’t even know about myself.
I am ready to give myself to you absolutely. You are what
I crave and I feel like I will never get enough of you.” A moment
later he whispers, “You…Are…Mine!” The feeling of him
absorbing my surrendered self is exhilarating and comforting
as I realize, “He wants all of me.” Emotionally overwhelmed,
my orgasm reignites, sending a firestorm of pleasure coursing
through every fiber of my being. With his hands continuing
to massage my breasts, his chest pressed against my back
and his cock still in my ass, I exhale and whisper with my
voice shaking, “And you are mine!”


He removes the blindfold and bindings, putting them back
into the bag. Once I am completely unbound he grabs a bottle
of massage oil off the dresser and massages my body, top
to bottom, front and back, lusciously pampering every
part of me. While massaging he asks, “Since you’ve read
my journals, you know the rules right?” I say, “Yes Master.”
He says, “Recite them.” I calmly recite the rules for a slave
that has been through the first three steps (or first stage)
of indoctrination, “I shall not divulge my status as a slave.
I shall not divulge any information about my relationship
with my Master. I shall honor my Master’s requests without
question. I shall not keep secrets from my Master. I shall
not cause my Master physical or emotional harm.” He says,
“And what can you expect from your Master?” I say, “My Master
shall not cause his slave physical or emotional harm. My
Master shall provide safety and security for his slave,
as he deems appropriate.” He says, “Very good!” He finishes
my massage and gets up from the bed. Walking to the dresser,
he opens a drawer and retrieves a small, black, wooden box
and places it on top of the dresser. I excitedly sit up on
the bed thinking, “What’s this?” I watch him open the box
and remove the top tray then close the box and set it aside.
Placing the tray between us as he sits on the bed, he opens
the cloth flap. I see six polished silver rings on black
felt and a tool that looks like an odd pair of pliers. The
rings are all the same design, in different sizes, a simple
slightly tapered band with no ornamentation on the outside.
He picks up one of the rings and shows me the inner band. It
has today’s date engraved there. I’m thinking, “When did
he have these made?” He asks for my left hand. I offer it.
He slides the ring onto my index finger, looks into my eyes
and says, “This ring represents your willingness to give
your clit and pussy to me exclusively and that I have laid
claim to them.” He then picks up the tool and slides it over
my finger and the ring. He squeezes the tool and it squeezes
the ring. There is a small click sound. He picks up the second
ring, slides it onto my thumb and says, “This ring represents
your willingness to give your mouth to me exclusively and
that I have laid claim to it.” He follows with the tool. He
slides the third ring onto my pinky and says, “This ring
represents your willingness to give your ass to me exclusively
and that I have laid claim to it.” Again following with the
tool. He releases my hand and as I twist each ring on its finger,
I ask, “Master, What was the tool for?” He says, “The tool
cinches the ring so that it cannot come off, making it a permanent
tag and marking you as mine. I pull on each ring and find they
will not slide past the closest knuckle. I take a moment,
realizing, “I’m a tagged sex slave. This is too cool. Using
rings is a good idea. Nobody will suspect anything.” I say,
“Very cool! Thank you Master.” He gently lifts my chin with
his fingers, looks me in the eyes and seriously says, “You
are never to share what wearing these rings represents
or the meaning behind each ring. The people that need to
know already do, so they won’t ask. To anyone else that inquires,
you will simply say - they were a gift from a friend. Do you
understand and agree?” I say, “Yes Master, I understand
and agree.” He continues, “Caitlin, these three rings
represent your status as my slave. By accepting them you
are freely choosing to be mine and demonstrate that you
belong to a Master. Do you so choose and agree?” I enthusiastically
say, “Oh my gosh, absolutely yes! I do so choose and agree!”
He says, “Congratulations you have graduated through
the first stage of indoctrination.” I give him a huge hug
and kiss him long and very hard, thinking, “You claimed
ME!” I lean back, look at the rings and think, “Three steps
down, five more to go.” Then I ask, “When can we start the
next step?”


He smiles and says, “Tomorrow, but first you need to go hang
out with Bree. There is something she wants to share with
you.” I ask, “Right now.” He says, “Yes and if she is asleep
she wants you to wake her up.” I go into the bathroom to clean
up then put on his black sweatshirt, give him a kiss and walk
to the other end of the house. I quietly enter Bree’s room.
She is lying in bed on her side with her back to me, I ask, “Bree
are you awake?” She rolls over, rubbing her eyes, forcing
herself awake and excitedly says, “Happy Birthday Caitlin!
So is my dad as awesome a fuck as you thought he would be?”
I answer, “Yeah. Thank you Bree, this was the best gift ever!”
She says, “Nice rings. I see he’s claimed you and you let
him.” Surprised, I say, “What are you talking about?” She
says, “You are not the only one who has found my dad’s journals.
I know the rules, as his slave you can’t talk about it. That’s
ok just listen.” She continues, “About a month before I
showed you my dad’s porn and bondage gear, I caught him off
guard in his office as he was hurriedly putting away a book.
I made a mental note of where he put it. The next day after
school, while he was at work, I went looking for it and found
a series of journals. I read all of them and found out how
much of a sex fiend my dad is. I’ve never talked about them
with him; it’s a secret I like knowing about him. Anyway,
after I showed you his porn and bondage stuff, you were asking
to watch it, for me to tie you up and suggesting how you thought
my dad would be an awesome fuck, more and more frequently.
You seemed to becoming quite a little sexual deviant and
I knew you were fantasizing about him. I also noticed the
way he had been looking at you ever since you caught him listening
to your story about the dentist. So I came up with a plan to
get you two together. I knew that he would recognize your
submissive tendencies and try to indoctrinate you and
I thought you would let him. But first, I had to get you fantasizing
about being his sex slave. I knew you wouldn’t go into his
office and snoop around, but I figured sooner or later you
would look through other parts of his room. So I took his
journals and hid them where I thought you would look. I would
occasionally check to see if they were missing and sure
enough, I knew you were reading them when one would go missing
at a time. Once I knew you finished reading them, I waited
for the opportunity to put my plan into motion. I told him
what I wanted him to know, I told you nothing and just let
it play out. Now, here you are tagged as a sex slave, my dad’s
sex slave.” She paused and then continued, “Oh and one other
thing, there is a journal you haven’t read. It’s still in
his office. It’s called the Rituals of Indoctrination.
It specifies exactly what each graduation ritual means,
how it’s done and what jewelry is used. You might want to
read it or you might want to be surprised by what is in store
for you. I will tell you this, choosing to participate in
each ritual demonstrates your willingness to surrender
your self to him on deeper and deeper personal levels and
therefore the more he is willing to commit to, and do for,
you.” I sat there stunned and then said, “I don’t know what
to think. I am thankful that you put me in the position to
become a sex slave for your dad; I have fantasized about
it. I am also angry that I was manipulated so thoroughly
by my best friend.” Bree answered, “Most people never get
to live out their deepest, darkest desires. They fear knowing
and being themselves because society may not accept them.
They play it safe, and never truly realize their fullest
expression as unique human beings with anyone, not even
their spouses. Because you and my dad both know how much
our friendship means to me, I knew neither of you would do
anything with each other. But because both of you mean the
world to me, I want you both to experience your wildest dreams
and fantasies, no matter how extreme they are. You will
be safe with my dad. With him you can safely expose, give,
submit and surrender everything about yourself, to find
and become who and what you truly are. Even that part of you
that you feel nobody can love. You will be able to live absolutely
free in his total acceptance of you and my dad will be able
to live free in your total acceptance of him; for however
long that might be.” Again I sat there stunned, realizing
the gift that she was actually giving me. With tears welling,
I hugged Bree and said, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” She
said, “You have always been there for me, so I wanted to be
there for you in a way you would never forget.”


When I returned, he had cleaned-up, changed the bedding
and was in bed waiting. I immediately took off the sweatshirt,
climbed into bed, snuggled up to him and put my head on his
shoulder. He asked, “Everything ok?” I said, “Yeah great”
as I started caressing his chest and stomach. I continued,
“It seems as though there is a journal that I haven’t read.”
He said, “Yeah I know. Something you said before told me.
Do you want to read it, be surprised, or have me tell you what’s
in it?” I asked, “Did you know that Bree has read the journals?”
He said, “I thought as much, but wasn’t absolutely sure.”
I asked, “Would you be upset if she told me what’s in it?”
He said, “I knew something was on your mind. What’s up?”
I slide on top of him and look squarely in his eyes and say,
“I want you to get me through the seventh step before this
weekend is over.” Surprised, he says, “What’s the hurry?”
I say, “I want you to show me off at the Black and White Ball.
It’s next weekend and the deadline for inclusion is Monday,
right? Otherwise I have to wait until July for the next one,
but then I will only have a month to be completely yours before
I leave for college.” He calmly says, “I understand. What
did Bree tell you about the Ball?” I answer, “That it happens
twice a year and that it is where the Masters take their slaves
and show them off to other Masters in a formal social setting.
The Masters are dressed in black and the slaves are dressed
in white. But for me to be eligible to go I must have advanced
through the seventh step, because for any new slaves the
eighth step is the Ball. It’s THE graduation ceremony.”
He asks, “What else did Bree mention?” I say, “Nothing.
I told her I didn’t want to know anything except what the
culmination of all the steps leads to.” He says, “Let’s
get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.” I smile,
kiss him for a long time, lay my head on his shoulder and slowly
drift off to sleep.

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Absolutely Wonderful... Hope there's more to come...
.. next step in " Riutals of Indoctrination "
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Irish Rose

1/26/2008