Karen the Boxers first slave....I think



Man alive. Contacted by good ol' Karen after all this time was like being
struck by lightening. And lightening may be less painful too,ha ha/   And
being asked to write about our time together? Fucking wild shit but what
the fuck? I have the honor of being Karen's first real live slave. No,
not the minyans off asswipes, losers and cock suckers who would send her
flowers, clothing, jewelry and shit just to kiss her ass or have a chance
to fuck this perfect lady, but I was her first.  And I was proud for a
short time, LOL.
 
I had the pleasure of seeing her almost everyday while she attended high
school and college as we lived in the same building on the upper
eastside of Manhattan.  Seeing that foxed out body everyday was a god
damn treat.  Seeing those muscles grow and following her around like a
puppy dog with a bunch of other guys to those shady fist fighting venues
downtown was like living the life. I witnessed things that if I tlod you
you would never believe.  Today, I own my grandparents company, 3rd
generation thank you very much,  where we import and export goods.  Back
then I was a SUPER spoiled young kid who had enough money and balls to
fuck almost anyone I wanted to.  I ran with a wild bunch of spoiled
pricks like me. We smoked, drank and did whatever we wanted because our
parents had money and never controlled us and I thought nobody could, not
even the cops.  Drugs, hookers, fun times we had it all back then.  But
what I wanted and was determined to get ( wonder how many guys said that
and are still saying that) was her. I wanted to fuck her like nobody
wanted to fuck anyone.  Her measurements back then ( I'll tell you how I
knew them later) were 36B-26-34, the girl had abdominal muscles on top of
abdominal muscles, lean and so fucking strong ya have no idea. This is a
big point, her being stronger then she looks, I cannot emphasize this
enough- seen it, been there and done that and watched her wrestle and
fuck up bigger guys in these incredible fist fights in some of the most
fucked up parts of the city- have seen her lift women off their feet
with uppercuts (a site when you see it you will NEVER forget)  to their
bodies and I am talking women who were loads bigger then her.  This lady
had beautiful hair, an incredible smile, those nipples on her always
looked like they stuck out 2 inches I swear to Christ and at 5'8 and 1/2
( never forget the 1/2 or you would find knuckles across your face) she
had legs that would not quit.  FYI- her measurements now are 39B-27-34
and that chest is ALL muscles believe me.  So where was I. Yeah so we all
wanted to fuck her that's for sure.
 
Ah yes the fateful day.  Well, we were both in the elevator. My parents
were both away for the summer as usual leaving e alone to cause loads of
trouble and have loads of fun so you can imagine the parties that I was
having.  Amazing times.  Naked broads everywhere some were paid whores
and others were unpaid whores.  So I see her gym bag with the boxing
gloves sticking out in the elevator.  She sneered at me since she felt me
staring at her. Wearing a black danceskin top with her abs ripping
through the material, her sleeveless long arm muscles and veins in her
forearms and her mother fucking nipples jutting through like they wanted
to pop into my mouth. I could have fucked 100 broads in one night and
STILL would have enough energy to plow her- her body was the best!! I
said hi and asked her if she wanted to come to my party tonight.  She
looked at me and rolled her eyes and told me to dropdead and walked off
the elevator on the 38th floor where she lived.  I really knew that she
could fight since I saw her do it several times but I was still pissed
off so I followed her to her door.  In full disclosure she did turn and
say " be smart and do not follow me asshole I am warning you" but all I
saw was a perfect ass and back.  I followed her right to her door when
she turned around and all I can say the rest was a painful blur.  As she
tells it she "leveled" me with ONE hook to my body and dragged me inside
to finish the party. Once inside her apartment she beat the mother
fucking crap out of me like nobody would ever dare and nobody ever did
since.  There I stayed in her foyer as she punched me on every inch of my
skin until all I saw was a blur of a fist crashing down until the lights
went out.  By the time I awoke I was naked, gagged and tied to her
terrace.  I swear I wanted to die the pain was so bad not to mention the
mixed confused emotions. As NYC cabs and life went on downstairs there I
was tied up like a pig and beaten like a fucking bitch.  She came out on
the terrace wearing a pink silk robe smoking a joint and whatever she was
saying  could barely focus due to the pain.  She untied me and dragged me
by my hair to the middle of her living room and straddled me and
continued to slap and punch me until I was begging her to stop and was
crying like a fucking whore cunt and up to that point I have not cried
since I was like 5.  Next thing I know she was on top of me FUCKING ME
still wearing her robe and although my dream of plowing her was coming
true the whole scene was so fucking fucked up it was like a dream.  I
looked up at her still wearing the robe although it was open and even
though her miraculous body was in full view, the delicious chest with
those hard nipples, the muscles in her arms and those mother fuckin abs I
could hardly believe it was happening and it was crystal clear even in my
beaten and bruised state, being unconscious just 1-2 hours before that
she was using me like she uses a dildo. It was fucked up!!!!  She had an
orgasm and looked down at me with a stare that was fucking scary mean and
slid her cum filled cunt on to my mouth and almost suffoctaed me as I ate
her out as she rode me like a bitch. If you never ate your own cum it is
something you are not missing.   Even though I can claim I was fucked by
her ( no way I fucked her for sure) I was there for HER satisfaction and
not mine and that was clear as shit.  Once she was done she remained
straddled on my chest and threw punches into my ribs as I screamed for
mercy, it was like someone was stabbing me or something.  She had me
crawl to a room with mats and weights where she apparently worked out and
she tied me to a chair naked.  She barely spoke a word and returned with
a pitcher of ice water.  She slapped me in the face that was already raw
in pain and swollen from her fists and told me to open my mouth as she
poured more water then I could possibly swallow as the water and ice ran
down my body on to my balls and then the floor.  Within minutes after
this and she left to shower I HAD TO take a piss so bad.  I called out
for her for a good what felt like an hour until she finally strolled in
wearing blue PJ bottoms (only) and looking sexy as hell.  My cock went
erect and I begged her to let me go so I could take a piss.  She got
close and actually touched my boner and said something in Hebrew in my
ear and walked out as I begged her to let me go. She stayed by the door
and did these lat poses and double bicep poses and laughed.   So what
happened? After several more hours and probably 3-4 in the morning I
pissed all over myself, I had no choice.  In the morning she walked in
and slapped me so hard she knocked over the chair with me still tied into
it.  She untied me and had me clean  up my own fucking piss with my OWN
clothes as she watched and eventually allowed me to shower but with cold
water only which is not fun. She stood outside the shower the whole time
flossing her teeth and doing some other shit.   As pampered as I was in
my life  I was in a state of SHOCK.  The whole time in the shower besides
freezing I was scared to come out and face her.
 
 
Over the next two months until my parents returned from Europe I was her
slave, simple as that. For the first few days I slept tied to a chair and
gagged in that same room.  Soon, thankfully,she removed th chair but
still kept my hands and feet tied and I was always gagged.  During those
two months I did all of her and her four different boyfriends at the
time,errands, watered her plants, cleaned, did some light cooking, combed
her hair, applied some makeup, got her dressed and took about thousand
pictures of her and her and her boyfriends making love or in her case
fucking them.  Karen fucks her men!!! She never really hurt me again
except for anoccasional punch to my gut, which is like being shot or a
sometimes a slap in the face.  She allowed me time off during the week to
do my thing which was a relief.  She also had me wacking off more thenI
ever did before and believe me that was a lot.  Each and every day when I
measured her (see above her measurements) I would be told to wack off on
her abs, biceps or fists and then using my tongue I would slurp it all up
like a good slave and be complimented for it.  I even got to take her out
for dinner once but was not allowed to speak.  Thinking back her
psychological torture was as bad as the physical.  Other psycho things
were: Once I came into her apartment I was never allowed to walk- crawl
only, I was made to be naked almost 100% of the time, I went a few days
where I ate and drank out of a dogs bowl and on her command I would
swiftly crawl into a closet and not be allowed out for hours.
 
My feelings at the time ranged from rage to pleasure but what surprised
me the most, and there were a LOT of surprises, was how easily I accepted
her control over me.  I could have left at anytime of course , I could
have called my friends, I could have called the fucking cops but never
did.  I thought about it of course mainly because I was under duress a
lot.  Try sleeping on a chair tied up or sleeping bound and gagged or
wacking off on a woman you wanted to fuck and being a big time BITCH for
her?  Yeah, I thought about if I did that she would fuck me up but it
went past that and I cannot explain it.
 
Graduation Day- She told me she would let me go the week before Labor
Day. She came into my room one morning and woke me up as I slept bound
and gagged. She was naked and remember her smelling so good with her hair
covering the most perfect tits jesus ever made. They are not big DD one's
but so perfect, with beautiful pure nipples. She mounted my chest and sat
there as the biggest boner I ever had was hitting her ass.  She posed for
like 3-5 minutes and I felt myself cumming and oozing uncontrollably. 
She felt it on her ass or back and turned around to look at my cock and
smiled and then the slaps came raining down like a fucking tsunami. 
Smiling all the time too. I tried covering my face but she maneuvered her
knees to lock my arms down so I was helpless.  When she finally stopped I
was crying, no actually sobbing and felt my face on fire and did not even
realize I came all over the place including her ass and back.  She stood
up and wiped the cum off with my Tshirt that she ripped off my torso. 
She stood there with her hands on her hips and told me to get dressed and
get out now and if I ever said anything to her she would bring me back
here AND MY PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  That put the fear of god into me
as I know she would and sure know she COULD. Fucking A she could.  I left
and went back to my apartment and think I spept for 2 days and then tried
to rally so when my parents came home they would not have any idea that
anything was wrong.  Not a day goes by when i do not think about those 2
months.  The pain is gone and I think I am fine now.  Getting a call from
her wanting me to write about her was fucking a blow away but we spoke
nicely , she seemed calm and sincere and I am not a bitter person and
have moved on.  Life is short and after MANY years of therapy I know I
was a spoiled idiot back then who came on to her as I did a lot of broads
back then and fucked a lot and abused a lot so not so far  fetched that I
deserved some of what I received that summer.  Yours truly, LG