Thread: What a Girl Wants

Paul figured what the hell? What's one more time? He wasn't entirely sure if his 'agreement' with Mr. Coyle would allow for him to fuck Nina's tight pussy again, ever. That last word made it too hard to even think about. He bounded onto the bed and lowered himself right on, and into Nina's gushingly wet pussy. He slipped in easily even though she was still nearly as tight as the day he'd first fucked her. It didn't take long for him to get right in rhythm, his strong arms lifting her small frame off the bed and stretching each limb against the cuffs that held her locked to the bed tightly. His thrusts were swift and fast, just how all the girls like it rubbing it constantly against their g-spot. - Brodie smirked. Nina wasn't all the girls, he knew exactly what was going through Paul's mind at that exact moment. He also knew the boy was dead wrong. Glancing down he watched as his photo printer spewed print after print of different angles from Nina's ordeal at her own hands and hands of Paul. However none of the pictures actually showed the boys face, Brodie was careful about that, the primary objective of this collage was Nina and any other face would be a detriment to her beauty and... Well... Inner slut... As Brodie liked to refer to it. It was the drive that these sorts of submissive had to go towards the end of their limit and beyond, even if they tried to stop along the way there was no way they would be able to stop themselves. Only weak, or strong willed dom's could stop their inevitable plunge. Depending on how you looked at it. Brodie considered them weak, unable to stay the course, unable to train their slave they were meant to train their slave. Once he got started with Nina he wouldn't finish until she'd crossed every line and broken every barrier. When he was finished with her, he would be filthy rich, and she would find meaning in her young, listless life. Even now he could see it in her nubile young body. It reacted to the slobs sloppy fucking, but it was probably only because of how massive the boys tool was, not the way he used it. She was already growing bored even though she had no control over how the boy was rutting into her like a pig. Mr. Coyle to the rescue... He whistled happily as he collected the photographs and single sheet of paper which he had typed a few things out on. The last thing he did as he got into the car and started it, was text Paul Leave her as she is now. Go home. Then he was off, speeding towards the hotel. He figured he would just make as the boy walked out of the hotel, and he arrived thirty seconds ahead of schedule. Brodie walked up the stairs as Paul rode the elevator down. Brodie had his own key and he opened the door softly, and closed it just as gently. Walking softly over to Nina he checked all of her bonds, and the slipped a pair of ear guards worn by helicopter pilots. They cupped both her ears in a truly soundless vacuum to cover the noise Brodie made as he tacked, taped, stapled, and hung many different sizes of photographs around the room. Even framing a few. The biggest lay in the wall directly in front of Nina, under which he placed her clothes neatly folded, a letter, and a small wooden box which contained a small egg vibrator and a long snake of anal beads of smaller size. Brodie took a few more pictures for his own private collection before replacing the handcuffs around her wrists and ankles, one by one, with timed cuffs. After a set interval they would release their prisoner. He set each for five minutes before removed the ring gag from Nina's mouth and replacing it with a ball gag that better kept her voice muffled. Then he left, shutting the door softly behind him. When Nina popped free she would be in a very new, and very scary world that was no longer dominated by the rich and frightened. It would be dominated by him. Him alone. The note read thus To Nina, These pictures are my leverage. Your body is your leverage. They are equally balanced, but if you do not strictly obey all of my rules and regulations you will loose your leverage and I will let mine go. To your parents first and the entire school to follow. Do as I say, and once your leverage becomes complete I may some day have no need of mine. You will call me only Sir. Master Sir or Mr. Sir or Dear Sir. Anything else will be several punished, even if it slips from your luscious lips by mistake. You first task is this. In the wooden box there are two tools, I am sure you know how to use each. You must wear them the entire day tomorrow. The egg must be set on low, never any other setting. You don't deserve it. Between each period of your classes at Marino Hill High School you have seven minutes to get to class, you will use five of them to bring yourself to orgasm in the female bathroom. I suggest you choose one close to the next class. Each time you bring yourself to orgasm you must remove the beads and reinsert them. They may NOT get dirty. I would suggest an enema before school, during gym, and before cheer leading practice. You may remove the egg after school, but not the beads. After practice you will return to this hotel room. Blind fold yourself. Gag yourself. Place the egg in your asshole with the beads. Then finally cuff your hands behind your back. Failure to comply will result in the immediate release of all pictures. I will call you many names. None will be yours, least of all Nina. Until you have earned them. Sir