Don't Cross Kate
Mick Sloan
When her new boyfriend is disrespectful, Kate becomes irate



 Kate put her hands on her hips and studied herself in her bathroom 
mirror.  It was Friday night.  She had just changed into a revealing black 
bra and matching thong panties.  She was extremely attractive, and she was 
well aware of it.  Fairly tall, at 5 foot 10.  Long, wavy dark hair.  
Sparkling green eyes.  Beautiful smile.  Adorable face, with high cheekbones, 
a delicate chin, and a warm, sweet smile.  Fair complexion.  Very fit.  Full, 
firm breasts.  Taut little waist.  Long, toned legs.
   She took a sip from her glass of merlot.  One would think that a 
woman like Kate would have no trouble at all finding a man worthy of her.  
After all, she was pretty, she was very smart, she had a great job, and she 
was fun.  One would, however, be wrong.  Perhaps she was too picky.  Perhaps 
her standards were too exacting.  She didn't know.  She did know, though, 
that she was tiring of looking.  She wanted a man who would treat her like a 
goddess, and she would accept nothing less.  She had finally had enough.  If 
she couldn't find the perfect man, then she would take one who she liked well 
enough, and she would mold him into the kind of man she wanted.  Poor bastard.
 Kate trembled in anticipation as she looked at herself in the mirror.  
She took another large sip of merlot, and she began touching up her makeup.  
The poor bastard's name was Mitch, and he was currently sitting on Kate's 
sofa.  Very cute.  About six feet tall.  In good shape.  She had only been 
seeing him for a few weeks.  They had been going at it pretty heavily on the 
couch for the past 20 minutes or so.  She had him very, very hot and 
bothered.  She had excused herself to use the restroom.  My wouldn't he be 
surprised when she returned wearing only a sexy bra and panties?  Kate 
chuckled to herself as she turned off the light and opened the bathroom door.  
It would be the first of many surprises for Mitch.
 He was where she had left him, sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer.  
Kate looked at his face when she walked into the room, and she smirked to 
herself when his eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open slightly.  She 
approached, smiling down at him.
 "Hi," she said throatily.
 "Hi," he returned.  "Wow.  You look great!"
 Kate smiled.  "Thanks.  You ready for another beer?"
 "Yeah, sure," Mitch said
 Kate held out her hand, and Mitch gave her his empty bottle.  "Right 
back," she said, looking flirtatiously into his eyes.
 As she turned to walk to the kitchen, Kate wondered what Mitch would 
think of her thong.  She knew he must be staring at her ass as she walked 
away.  She smiled to herself and she felt another tinge of excitement.  She 
downed the last of her merlot and poured herself another big glass.  She got 
Mitch another beer, although she wasn't sure he would have the opportunity to 
drink much of it.
 Kate walked back into her living room, looking at Mitch as he followed 
her with his eyes.  She took a sip from her glass of wine and set it down on 
the end table.  She placed his beer on the table, too.
 She turned to face him.  "Well?" she said mischievously, folding her 
arms across her chest.
 Mitch quickly rose to his feet and walked over to her.  He put his 
hands on her waist and leaned in to kiss her on the mouth.  She returned his 
kiss hotly, moving her hands up and down his back, sliding them in and out of 
his jeans.  She kissed the side of his face, his ear, his neck.  She put her 
mouth on his throat and let him feel her teeth, smiling as he groaned 
approvingly.
 As Kate continued to bite at Mitch's throat, she slid a hand down the 
front of his jeans, working it into his boxers.  She wrapped her fingers 
around the shaft of his penis and felt it get harder.  She moved her mouth to 
his ear, putting her tongue in it.  Mitch groaned in ecstasy, moving his 
hands down her back, firmly caressing her buttocks.
 She withdrew her hand from his pants, and put her arms on his 
shoulders, around his neck.  As Kate continued to kiss him on the mouth, she 
lifted her right leg up along the left side of his body, until the knee was 
against the side of his waist.  She pulled her face back an inch or two from 
his mouth, and she looked into his eyes and said "Don't let me fall."
 Kate held on to his shoulders, and she brought her other leg up on the 
right side of his waist, holding on to his neck so she wouldn't fall to the 
ground.  She smiled at him as he quickly moved his hands to her behind, to 
hold her up.  He held her in his arms, with her legs wrapped around him.  She 
moved her face back in, kissing him hotly on the mouth, and she eased her 
crotch in against his belly, wrapping her thighs around his waist, locking 
her ankles together behind his back.
 She kissed his mouth, his face, his neck.  She settled her lips against 
his ear.  "How do you like it?" she asked seductively.
 "Oh, I like it a lot," Mitch answered.
 "Mmmm.  I heard that you would," Kate said, her lips against his ear.
 "What?" Mitch asked, kissing her on the side of the neck.
 Kate squeezed her thighs in around his belly, smiling naughtily in his 
face as he gasped.  "Well," she said.  "You know my friend, Amber?  She sees 
your friend, Steve?  They're the ones who fixed us up a few weeks ago."  She 
squeezed harder, watching his eyes widen as she began contracting his stomach 
between her legs.  "Well, I guess Steve told Amber that you told him that you 
were just dying to get between my legs.  Or," she squeezed harder still, 
"even better, to get up my ass.  And that you thought you might be able to 
accomplish both this weekend."
 She squeezed him harder, looking coolly into his eyes.  "I ... I never 
said that," he gasped.  She could tell immediately that he was lying, that he 
had indeed said exactly that.
 "Oh," she cooed, her lips against his ear.  "No one likes a liar, baby.  
You know you said it.  Why on earth would Steve make it up?  So I'm asking," 
she brought her thighs together suddenly with tremendous force, looking into 
his eyes dispassionately.  "I'm asking" she whispered in his ear, through 
clenched teeth, "how you like it.  Being between my legs.  So far, is it what 
you had hoped?"
 "I didn't ..." Mitch stammered, "I didn't say that," he gasped, letting 
go of her buttocks and using his hands to try to pry her legs apart.  Kate 
didn't need him to hold her up anymore.  Her grip around his waist was so 
tight that she was holding herself up quite nicely.  And her legs were much 
too strong to be moved by Mitch's hands.  He quickly discovered this, and 
began trying to strike her with them.  Kate caught hold of them, though, and 
brought them behind his back, embracing him with her upper body and 
simultaneously keeping his hands where they could do her no harm.
 She relaxed her thighs for a split second, and then brought them 
together around his waist with crushing force, arching her crotch in against 
his stomach.  He gasped and choked as she smirked in his face, and after a 
moment he fell to his knees.  Kate lowered her feet to the ground, keeping 
her legs crossed at the ankles, and she stood over him, with her hands on her 
hips, looking down into his face, crushing his midsection with her thighs, 
holding him captive between her legs.
 "Do you like it?" she taunted.  "Is being between my legs as great as 
you had hoped?"
 "God damn it, stop!" Mitch groaned, looking up at her angrily, 
swinging his arms at her.
 "Oh, no, no, no," Kate chuckled, catching his wrists in her hands.  
"You'll be taking orders from now on.  Not giving them."
 "Fuck you," Mitch returned angrily, flexing the muscles in his 
stomach in an attempt to keep Kate from collapsing her thighs together any 
further.
 "Oh, now is that any way to talk to your girlfriend?" Kate asked, 
giggling at him.  She brought her feet off of the ground again and leaned 
forward a bit, forcing Mitch to fall backward, off of his knees and onto his 
bottom, where he landed on the floor, with his legs stretched out in front of 
him.  Now, she was sitting on his lap, with her legs still wrapped around his 
waist.  She took his wrists again, and hugged him with her upper body, 
crossing his arms and holding his hands firmly behind his back.  She could 
feel his erection through his jeans, against her buttocks.  She felt herself 
becoming aroused, as well.
       Kate rested her chin on his shoulder and continued to squeeze his 
middle between her thighs.  He resisted as best he could, holding his stomach 
muscles firm, shaking his body to try to loosen her grip.
       All of this effort made him short of breath, though, and Kate was 
relentless as she sat comfortably on his lap, hugging him firmly as she 
squeezed his stomach between her thighs.  She pulsed her thigh muscles 
against his belly, and each time she flexed them it felt to Mitch as if 
someone were punching him in the gut.  She could feel him weakening, little 
by little, and each time he took a breath, Kate clamped down harder.
       Kate moved her face to the side of his head once again.  She brought 
her face in close to his, and she seductively put her tongue in his ear and 
loosened her thighs for a split second.  She smiled to herself triumphantly 
as she felt his body tremble at the sensation, felt him relax his stomach 
muscles, and she quickly collapsed her thighs in around his midsection.  He 
squealed in pain and horror, and she had him.  He was defenseless.  She could 
squeeze his middle as tight as she pleased now, and he couldn't fight back
enough to make a difference.
       "Ohhhh, yes," Kate moaned as Mitch screamed in pain.  His tummy was 
soft and squishy now as she pulverized it between her legs.  The feel of it 
being crushed between her powerful thighs was intoxicating to her.  She 
wanted to feel his naked belly against her skin.
       "Please!  Oh, God!  Please!" Mitch gasped.  He could barely breathe.  
What little breath he could draw came in little short gasps.
       Kate pouted in his face.  "Oh, dear.  Does this hurt?  Am I hurting 
you?  Are you having trouble breathing?  Poor, poor thing."
       "Oh, please stop!" Mitch choked.
       Kate pulled her face back, so she could look into his eyes.  She 
squeezed harder, squishing his middle between her thighs.  "Stop?  But 
baby," she said sweetly, "I've only just begun."  She squeezed her legs 
together until he shook with pain.  "You wanted to be between my legs, and 
now here you are.  Why don't you just enjoy it?"
       Kate let go of his arms, now.  If he dared to swing at her, she could 
break him in half.  As she continued to watch his eyes, she reached her hands 
behind her back and took off her bra.  Then she began unbuttoning Mitch's 
shirt.  When she loosened her thighs enough to take his shirt all of the way 
off, he tried to wriggle away from her.
       "Oh no, honey," Kate said bemusedly.  She hugged him back tightly in 
against her crotch, pressing it against his belly, and she brought her legs 
together around him with terrible force.  Mitch shrieked in pain and gasped 
desperately for breath as she collapsed his middle between her powerful 
thighs.
       "Ooooh, yes," Kate sighed.  "Ooohhh."  She brought her face right up 
to his, until their noses touched.  She moved to the side of his head, and 
bit his ear lightly.  She crushed him between her thighs.  He gasped and 
screamed, and all the while she could feel his erection against her backside 
as she sat on his lap.
       She opened her mouth and bit his neck and shoulder playfully as she 
pulverized him between her legs.  "Ooooh, God, yes," she moaned.  She wrapped 
her arms around his torso and hugged him, pressing her breasts against him, 
her erect nipples poking at his chest.  "Mmmm.  The feel of your weak, 
defeated tummy, all squishy between my legs is sooo awesome," she said.  
"Probably doesn't feel so great to you, though, does it?" she laughed.
       "Please, please, please stop," Mitch pleaded weakly.  "I didn't mean 
it.  I didn't mean anything.  I'm sorry!"
       Kate pulled her face back, looking into his eyes, drinking in his 
pain and humiliation.  She squeezed harder.  "Good," she said.  "That's 
better."
       She reached behind him, taking hold of her left ankle with her right 
hand and her right ankle with her left hand.  She leaned back just a bit, so 
that she could look into his eyes, and she used her hands to pull her ankles 
in opposite directions, forcing her thighs against his waist, mashing it with 
unbelievable force.  She arched her back, pushing her crotch in against his 
belly, until she had crushed his waist into the smallest possible position.  
Mitch's pain was unthinkable.  She looked into his eyes as he squealed like a 
wounded animal, gasping in short little breaths only to have Kate force them 
right back out of him with her thighs.  She pulled her ankles as hard as she 
could, and she held them that way.
       Kate leaned in to the side of his face, resting her chin on his 
shoulder, letting him rest his chin weakly on hers.  She spoke quietly, with 
her lips right against his ear.  "I feel your cock.  Poor little thing.  
You're hard for me.  Hard as a rock for me.  Here you sit, trapped, 
completely, totally defenseless between the legs of a pretty girl.  A girl 
you expected to fuck not twenty minutes ago.  A girl you still want to fuck.  
I crush you between my thighs, causing you unspeakable pain, incredible 
humiliation, and yet still you are hard for me.  Poor, pathetic, weak little 
thing."
       She kissed his shoulders and neck and squeezed his middle brutally.  
He gasped and grappled weakly at her thighs with his hands.
       "That's it," she cooed, looking into his eyes again.  "Try to stop me.  
Fight back.  Don't stand for this.  Make me stop it."  She watched him 
struggle weakly for breath for a moment.  "Can't you stop me?  No?"  She 
paused again, looking into his eyes with mock concern.  "You had better start 
to fucking beg me, then.  Beg me, you fucking pussy.  Beg."
       Kate squeezed his belly between her powerful thighs, laughing at him.  
"Beg me," she repeated.  "Beg me to stop hurting you."  She pressed her chest 
against him as she embraced him, her chin on his shoulder, her hands pulling 
her ankles, forcing her thighs in against his waist, her crotch pressed 
firmly against his weak belly.
       Mitch began to sob.  The pain and the humiliation were just 
unbearable, and tears began to fall from his face.
       "Oh, God, yes!  That's it.  Cry, weakling.  Like a little girl," Kate 
moaned ecstatically.  She embraced him, letting him rest his head weakly on 
her shoulder as she crushed him between her thighs.  She felt his tears fall 
down onto her shoulders and run down her skin, over her breasts, down her 
back.  "That's it, my poor little thing.  Cry.  Is the mean, pretty girl too 
much for you?  Is she a terrible bully?  Weep on her shoulder as she crushes 
you.  You can't do anything, can you?  Can't make me stop.  Can't get away.  
You can't do anything but sit there and let me bully you.  That's it.  Have 
a good cry, angel."
       Kate sighed with arousal as she felt Mitch sobbing in her arms, felt 
his soft, defeated stomach tight against her crotch as she chewed on him with 
her thighs.  She felt herself beginning to climax, and she squeezed him 
harder still, pressing her firm breasts against his chest, biting his 
shoulder with her mouth.  "Oh, yes!" she moaned, as his body wracked with 
sobs.  "Mmmmm.  Ohhhh.   Yeah!"  She pulled her face back, so that she could 
look into his eyes as she climaxed against his tummy.
       "I guess I'm the one doing the fucking," she said quietly, when she 
had finished.  "And you are the one getting fucked."  She held her thighs as 
tightly as before, looking into his eyes as he squealed in pain, sobbing, and 
gasping weakly for tiny little breaths.
       After a few minutes, Kate moved around to one side of him, so that her 
crotch was against his side, and so that she had one muscular thigh against 
his back, and the other against his stomach, and she lay down on the floor.  
She pulled him down, too, and she bent her body at the waist so that she 
could lay with their upper bodies parallel while she continued to hold his 
midsection between her legs.  She wrapped her arms around his upper body and 
snuggled her breasts up against his side.  Kate kissed him gently on the 
shoulder and then brought her thighs together violently, squishing his 
midsection between them once again, digging her right thigh into his soft 
belly and forcing his body into it with her left thigh on his back.
       Mitch continued sobbing and gasping for breath, and Kate continued to 
kiss his neck and shoulder as she humiliated him between her smooth, powerful 
legs.  She put her lips against his ear and quietly said "Beg.  Beg me now."
       Mitch was in horrible pain.  He was desperate for relief, and so he 
did not hesitate this time.  "I beg you!  Please!  I beg you!  Oh, God!  
Please!" Mitch sobbed.
       "That's it, pussy," Kate mumbled, with her lips against his ear.  "Beg 
me some more.  Beg me."
       "Please!  Oh please!  I beg you!  I beg you!  Please stop!" Mitch 
squealed.
       "That's it," Kate said quietly.  "Beg me, bitch.  Beg me to stop 
hurting you.  Beg the pretty little girl to have mercy.  Plead with me."
       "I beg you!  Oh, God!  Please, please stop hurting me!  Please have 
mercy!  Oh, I beg!" Mitch sobbed, between short, desperate little breaths.
       "Call me 'mistress,'" Kate said firmly, propping herself up on one 
elbow, so that she could look down into his eyes.
       "What?  I ..." Mitch stammered.
       Kate clamped down on his belly with her thighs, and she shook his 
whole body between them, until his limbs flailed about.  He screamed in 
horror.  After a few moments of this, she slammed his back down against the 
floor with a thud.  She roughly lifted his head from the floor by a handful 
of hair and turned it so that he was looking into her eyes.  "Mistress," she 
said sternly.  "Call me 'mistress.'  Beg your mistress, you little fucking 
pussy."  She shook him one more time, between those powerful thighs, for 
emphasis.
       "Please ... Mistress!  I beg you!  I beg you!  Please let me go!" 
Mitch sobbed.
       Kate looked into his eyes, adoring his total defeat.  She did not 
loosen her thighs at all.  "You better beg me some more," she said coolly.  
"Beg your mistress to stop hurting you.  Beg me and beg me and beg me until 
I stop, because you can't do anything else.  You have no other recourse 
except to beg.  Beg, until I am appeased.  Grovel to your mistress, pussy.  
Plead with me."  She let go of his hair, chuckling to herself as his head 
smacked the floor.  She dug her thigh in cruelly against his belly, crossing 
her legs tighter and tighter, pulling his side in against her crotch.
       "Please!" Mitch squealed.  "I beg you, Mistress.  Please, please, 
please stop hurting me, Mistress!  Aaaaar!  I beg you!  Please show mercy!  
Please!  Oh, I beg you, Mistress!" Mitch sobbed uncontrollably and his body 
convulsed in pain.
       Finally, Kate loosened her thighs, keeping them wrapped around him, 
but relieving the pressure.  He gulped in air, as he continued to weep with 
shame.  She held him snuggly in her thighs, propping her head up on an elbow, 
looking down into his face for several minutes as he wept.
       "Poor, poor, weak little darling," she taunted.  "Talking all big to 
your friend about getting between my legs, and then you finally do get 
between them, and they're way, way too much for you.  Aren't they?  So you 
end up squealing and gasping for breath, and crying like a little girl.  And 
then you have to beg me, and beg me, and beg me to let go of you before I 
break you in half.  Bullied by a pretty girl.  One you thought you were going 
to be fucking.  You big, giant pussy," she giggled at him, shaking him 
lightly between her thighs, laughing in his face as he sobbed meekly.
       After Kate took several minutes to enjoy looking down into Mitch's 
eyes as he lay sobbing helplessly between her thighs, she released him.  She 
leaned over him and unbuttoned his jeans, and she pulled them off of him as 
he lay there on the floor.  She slid her panties off, as well, looking down 
mischievously at him.  Before he could move, she lay down on top of him, 
propping her elbows on top of his arms, thoughtlessly digging them into him, 
pinning him to the floor.  She let her breasts press against his chest, and 
she brought her face just above his, looking into his eyes.  She could feel 
his erection against her thigh.  She reached over and retrieved his shirt 
from the floor, wiping away his tears and drying his face.
       Kate put her lips against his ear, stirring softly on top of him as 
she said, "Poor thing.  You're helpless.  Trapped here beneath a beautiful, 
naked woman.  Powerless," she purred, her breath against his ear.
       "Do you want me to get off of you?" she continued.  She brought her 
face directly in front of his, so she could look into his eyes.  "Your 
mistress asked you a question.  Do you?"
       "Y-y-yes," Mitch stammered.
       Kate smirked, giving him a soft kiss on the mouth, stirring her 
breasts against his chest, her erect nipples poking at him, moving her thigh 
against his erection.  "Really?  Your cock seems to like me here, at least.  
It's throbbing for me."  She laughed at him and moved her lips back to his 
ear.  "If you want me to get off of you, then make me," she said, biting his 
ear playfully, swelling her breasts against him, pinning him to the floor.  
"Come on, pussy.  Make me get off."
       Mitch made no effort whatsoever, because he knew that he could not 
make her.  Kate looked into his eyes, reveling in his humiliation, and then 
she moved her mouth to his throat, talking with her lips against his neck.  
"Fucking pussy," she cooed.  "You're my bitch.  I can do whatever I want to 
you, and you just have to fucking take it."  She bit his throat lightly.  
"How humiliating.  What a pathetic, humiliating position for you to be in," 
she taunted, moving her face back to his, looking down into his eyes.  "I 
don't know how you can stand it.  Oh, silly me.  You don't have any fucking 
choice, do you, sweetheart?"
       She touched her nose to his, lightly.  "Are you going to come?" she 
taunted, stirring her thigh against his erection.  "Are you going to come in 
your boxer shorts, against my leg?  And after I brought you here, made you 
think I would fuck you, crushed you to a pulp between my legs, made you cry, 
taught you to call me mistress, and forced you beg and grovel?  Now I'm 
laying on top of you, naked, mocking you.  And you can't make me go away.  
You should be fucking me, but you can't.  You can't do anything except 
whatever the fuck I decide you will do.  And you still have a hard on for me.  
How painfully embarrassing this must be for you," she said, pouting 
mockingly.
       Kate scooted up on him, so that her breasts were above his face.  
Mitch trembled, but he did not move.  Kate looked into his eyes as she 
lowered her bosoms onto his face.  She circled her arms around the back of 
his head, holding his face firmly against her chest, between her breasts.  
She pressed her leg against his erection and inhaled, swelling her chest, 
enveloping his face in her breasts.
       As Mitch climaxed in his shorts, Kate laughed at him.  She put her 
legs to either side of him, straddling his torso, pushing her crotch against 
his mid-section.  She arched her back, pinning him to the floor, holding his 
face firmly between her breasts.
       Her voice reverberated through her breasts against his face as she 
spoke.  "I cannot imagine how pathetic you must feel.  So completely 
defeated.  You are so completely my bitch," she said.  "And now, you're 
being deprived of breath by my tits.  Can you breathe?"
       "No!" came Mitch's muffled reply against Kate's bosom.
       "I think you mean 'no, mistress,' don't you?" Kate asked, taking a 
nice, easy breath, swelling her chest against his face.
       "Yes!" he replied, his voice filled with urgency as he became 
desperate for breath.
       "Fucking say it, then," Kate taunted him.
       "No, Mistress," Mitch said, his voice muffled against Kate's breasts.
       "Beg me to let you breathe," she said quietly.
       "Mistress, please.  I can't breathe!  I beg you, Mistress!  Please!" 
Mitch pleaded, his voice muffled against Kate's chest.
       "No.  I won't.  There's not a damned thing you can do about it, 
either, is there?  I need to use the potty and to get another glass of wine.  
And I think you could benefit from a short rest, so I'm going to let you 
struggle between my tits until you pass out.  Then I'm going to leave you in 
a pathetic, defeated heap on the floor and get myself another glass of 
merlot.  And then I'm going to come back and play with you some more.  We're 
only just getting started.  As you fall into unconsciousness," she whispered, 
her lips against his ear, "let your last thoughts be of the unspeakable 
horrors that still await you," she giggled.
       "No!  Please!" Mitch screamed, trying desperately to pull his face 
free from Kate's breasts.
       She laughed at him, pushing his head against the floor with her chest 
as he struggled to breathe.  "By this time tomorrow, I'll just be sending you 
to get me a glass of wine, and you'll do exactly as I say."  Kate realized, 
as she finished this statement, that Mitch hadn't heard it, at least not all 
of it.  He was unconscious.
       Kate pulled herself off of him, looking down at him with excitement.  
This was so much fun.  My, how he would suffer.  And there wasn?t a thing he 
could do about it.  She rose to her feet, and went to the restroom, carrying
her empty glass with her.  When she was finished, she brought a clean hand 
towel back out with her.  She stopped in the kitchen on the way back to pour 
herself a glass of wine.  She drank half of it, and refilled it.
       When she walked back to her living room, Kate stopped next to Mitch's 
motionless body.  She lifted her foot from the floor, putting it on his face.  
She pinched his nose between her two biggest toes, and covered his mouth with 
the sole of her foot.  She sipped casually at her wine.
       Mitch awoke with a start, gasping for air and grappling at Kate's 
ankle.  She giggled and withdrew her foot.  She handed him the hand towel and 
said "Take off your boxer shorts and clean yourself off with this.  Then wrap 
your shorts in the towel.  You can wash them tomorrow when you do my 
laundry." She smirked at the confused look on his face, but said nothing 
more.
       Kate gave him a moment to do as she said, and then she walked back 
over to him.  She stood towering over him, with one foot on either side of 
his head, giving him a moment to get his bearings.  Then, she dropped to her 
knees, and looking down into his eyes, she lowered herself onto his face.
       Kate sat with her sex on his mouth, straddling his face.  She spread 
her knees apart until most of her body weight was on his face.  He tried to 
push her off of him with his hands, but she easily tucked one of his hands 
under each of her knees, pinning them against the floor.  She looked down 
over her firm breasts, erect nipples, into his eyes, which had grown wide 
once he realized that he was yet again unable to breathe and powerless to do 
anything about it.
       She sipped from her glass of wine, and then set it on the floor to the 
side, placing her hands on her hips, looking down into his eyes as she 
suffocated him with her crotch.  "Who am I," she asked him, her voice thick 
with arousal.
       Her body tingled all over as she felt his lips move against her sex, 
heard his muffled reply, "Mistress."
       "Ohhh.  Good," she purred.  "Say it again.  You need the practice."
       "Mistress," Mitch repeated as he labored for breath, pinned beneath 
her crotch.
       "Do you want to breathe, you pathetic, weak pussy?" she taunted.  "Beg 
me."
       "Please, Mistress.  I beg you.  Please let me breathe.  Please!" Mitch 
pleaded, his voice muffled against her crotch.
       "That's it," Kate said, and she lifted herself off of him for a second 
or two, laughing at him as he coughed in a few breaths.
       She dropped herself roughly back on top of him, looking down into his 
eyes carelessly.  "If you want to breathe again, you will lick me," she said, 
smirking down at him.
       Mitch did nothing, at first.  Kate took a handful of his hair, 
bouncing roughly up and down on his face, smacking the back of his head 
against the floor, laughing at him as he groaned in pain.  "Put your tongue 
in me, bitch," she said, sternly.  "And lick."
       Kate looked down at him over her breasts, feeling more and more 
aroused as it became clear to him that he had no choice, that he must do as 
she bid him.  "If you ever want to breathe again, you had better start 
licking my pussy, bitch," she told him.
       She smiled down at him triumphantly as she felt his tongue between her 
legs.  "That's it, honey.  Lick your mistress."  She lifted herself onto her 
knees for a moment, digging them against his hands, so that Mitch could gulp 
in a breath, and then she brought herself roughly back down on his face.
       "Put your tongue in my pussy.  Now.  Lick me!" she demanded.
       After a moment, Mitch did as he was told.  Kate continued to speak to 
him, to humiliate him.  "That's right.  Lick your mistress.  Ohhh.  Put your 
tongue in farther.  If you want to breathe again, I had better feel your 
tongue way, way up inside me.  Ohhh.  That's better."  She began rocking her 
body up and down, mashing herself carelessly against his face.
       She let him breathe again.  Then she took hold of his head with her 
hands and rolled them both over.  Mitch followed quickly, because he had no 
choice ... Kate might have ripped his head off, otherwise.  Now she was 
sitting on the floor, and he was laying on his stomach, with his face in her 
crotch, locked in place between her thighs.
       Kate reached forward, pushing his face roughly against her sex, and 
she wrapped her right leg around his head, planting her calf against the back 
of his head, forcing it in tight against her crotch, resting her left foot 
comfortably on his back, so that he could feel her all over him, controlling 
him.  She leaned back, propped up on her arms, looking down over her breasts 
into his eyes as she held him firmly between her thighs, his mouth locked 
against her sex as she applied pressure to the back of his head with her 
calf.  She began to squeeze.
       "You can breathe again after I come," she said, laughing at the fear 
in his eyes.  "Now lick me.  That's it.  Put your tongue in me.  Lick your 
mistress.  Put it in deeper.  Look up into my eyes while you lick me.  Ohhh.  
That's better.  Lick my pussy.  Ohhh.  You do what I say, now, don't you.  
Isn't that right?  Mmmm.  You do what I fucking tell you to do.  Ooohhh.  
There will be no more crude talk with your friends about me, will there?  
Lick my fucking pussy, bitch.  Yeees.  That's right."  She clamped her thighs 
roughly against the sides of his head, looking down sternly into his eyes.
       "That's it.  Put your tongue in me.  Oooh.  Make me come, if you ever 
want to breathe again.  Ohhh.  Yes, yes!" she sighed, as she lay all the way 
down on her back, looking up at the ceiling.  She squeezed Mitch's head 
possessively between her thighs as he licked her, and she curled the toes of 
her left foot into his back as she climaxed, using her right calf to carelessly 
mash his face in against her crotch.
       She held him between her thighs for a few seconds afterwards, 
depriving him of breath, just to be cruel, and to remind him that she was 
totally, completely in charge.  Finally, she loosened her legs enough for him 
to breathe, with some effort, but not enough for him to withdraw his face 
from her crotch.  She lay comfortably on her back, sipping her wine as she 
held Mitch loosely between her thighs, forcing him to labor for much-needed 
breath with his face against her sex.
       "That's it," she cooed.  "Struggle for breath against my pussy.  Lie 
there and meekly take in what breath I allow you, as I relax and sip my wine.  
Are you enjoying spending so much time between my legs?" she giggled.  When 
he did not respond, she pushed her calf against the back of his head lightly, 
easily cutting off his breath.  "When I ask you a question, you will answer 
me immediately."  She relaxed her hold again, so he could once again breathe, 
with some difficulty.
       Kate smiled as she felt his lips against her sex, and heard his 
muffled reply.  "Yes, Mistress," he answered meekly.
       "Oh, good," she said sweetly.  "Because you'll be spending lots more 
time in between them."
       "Please, Mistress, no ... I ..." Mitch's speech was cut off as Kate 
forced his face in against her crotch with her calf.
       "You will speak when I ask you a question, when you are spoken to.  
Otherwise, you will shut the fuck up and do exactly as you are told.  Do you 
understand me?" she asked, holding his face in against her.
       "Y-y-yes, Mistress," came his muffled reply.
       "Good," Kate said.  She sat up, and took her glass of wine in her 
hand.  She began scooting backward, towards the wall.  She held his head 
firmly between her thighs, so he was forced to crawl along with her, as she 
dragged him by the head ... or risk having her break his neck.
       Kate leaned back against the wall now, and she set her glass of wine 
on the end table next to her.  She opened her thighs and carelessly took a 
handful of his hair, and she began twisting it to the left.  He had no choice 
but to turn his whole head as she guided it by the hair, and eventually he 
had to roll his entire body over onto his back, which was Kate's intention.  
Once Mitch was laying on his back, Kate slid her lap beneath his head, and 
she stretched her legs out in front of her, so that the back of his neck was 
snug against her crotch, and her thighs were on either side of his head.
       "Mistress, please," Mitch pleaded, as he began prying at her thighs 
with his hands.
       Kate caught his wrists in her hands and held them firmly, pulling them 
down to the floor.  "I said you will speak when spoken to.  So shut up, 
bitch.  My rules.  Unless you can do something about it."
       Kate brought her feet up to rest on his belly, locking her ankles.  
She began squeezing her thighs together violently on either side of his head.  
His screams were horrible.  Kate reached up and pulled his neck in as tight as 
possible against her crotch and squeezed her thighs savagely against the 
sensitive back and sides of his neck and head, causing him unspeakable pain.  
He screamed, and his body convulsed.  She squeezed tighter still, bending 
forward to look down into his eyes as she did it.
       "Are you uncomfortable, sweetie?" she taunted, as she tortured him.  
His screams were indecipherable.  "My goodness, you sound as if you're in a 
great deal of pain.  Such a terrible shame that you can't do anything about 
it.  Poor, poor thing."
       She ground her thighs around Mitch's neck and head, giggling sweetly at 
his agonized screams.  He pried desperately at her legs with his hands, but she 
again caught them.  This time, she put one arm beneath each of her buttocks 
on the floor, pinning them down beneath her as she continued to squeeze his 
neck.  As Mitch howled in pain, Kate reached her hand up to the end table 
beside her and brought down her glass of merlot.  She casually took a nice 
big sip and placed it back on the table.
       "Beg me to stop," she said quietly, as if she didn't care whether he 
did or not, almost as if she hoped he wouldn't.
       "Please, Mistress!" Mitch screamed.  "Oooh!  I beg you!  Please, 
please stop!"
       "All right," she said, "I'll stop."  She loosened her thighs for a 
split second and reached down to pull his head and the back of his neck in 
even tighter against her crotch, and then quickly tightened them again.  She 
had him in very tightly, now.  Without warning, she squeezed her legs 
together savagely, crossing them all the way up at the knees, chuckling to 
herself as she elicited immediate screams from Mitch.  She could feel him 
struggling to free his hands from beneath her buttocks.  "Oh, I guess I've 
started again," she laughed.  "I said I would stop.  I didn't say for how 
long."
       She squeezed his head and neck brutally, crossing her legs in front of 
his face, so that his screams were muffled against them.  His body shook with 
pain, as Kate rested her feet comfortably on top of it.
       "Beg me," she again said, quietly.  Kate did not raise her voice.  She 
knew that he would hear her.  She leisurely took another little drink of wine 
and swished it around in her mouth.
       "Oh, God please stop!  I beg you, Mistress!  Please have mercy!  
Please, please, please!" he screamed as she dug her thigh muscles into his 
neck.
       Kate squeezed harder, letting him hear her giggle at him as he 
screamed in horror.  "Hmmm," she said.  "I guess you had better beg some 
more.  I don't feel like stopping yet.  And since you have no hope of making 
me stop, the only thing you can really do is beg me, plead with me.  Perhaps 
if you keep begging, eventually you might convince me to stop.  Beg me better, 
you fucking pussy.  Beg."
       "Please!  Oh, Mistress, please have mercy on me!  I'll do anything!  
Anything!" Mitch screamed.
       Kate rested her feet comfortably on his stomach.  She squeezed harder, 
having another sip of wine and smiling to herself as Mitch screamed and his 
body convulsed in pain.  "That's nice," she sighed, dispassionately.  "But 
you'll already do anything.  See, that's bargaining, and you haven't anything 
to bargain with.  I own you.  You'll do what I want, or I'll make you do it.  
So you can't really bargain with me.  All you can really do is grovel, and 
tell me how much you adore me."  She crushed her thighs against his neck.  
"Now," she said as he shrieked in pain.  "Try some more."  She squeezed as 
hard as she thought she could without breaking his neck or crushing his head 
like a melon.
       Mitch was sobbing, now.  "Ooooh!  Please, Mistress!  Please!  I beg 
you!  Please!  Please stop hurting me.  Oh, please!  I worship you, Mistress!  
Oh, God!  Please!" he wept.
       Kate still did not relent.  She took the last sip from her glass of 
wine, sitting comfortably on the floor, resting her feet on Mitch as she 
caused him unspeakable pain, feeling his body convulse and thrash about as she 
squeezed him.  "That's good," she said quietly.  "What have we learned?  Your 
only hope, your only possibility of appeasing me is to beg, and to plead.  I 
may or may not be appeased.  And if I am, it will be when I feel like it.  
Nothing is under your control, except that you can beg, and hope for the best.  
The better you beg, though, the better your chances of convincing me to stop 
hurting you."  She was silent for a moment, as she continued to dig her thigh 
muscles into his neck.  "Now beg me some more, pussy.  Beg your mistress for 
mercy.  Beg until I am satisfied."
       Mitch did not hesitate.  His pain was so intense, his defeat so total, 
that he had no pride left in him at that point.  "Oh, please!  I beg you!  I 
beg you, Mistress!  Please let go of me!  I beg you!  I adore you!  Let me 
show you!  Oh, God, please, please!"
       Kate kept hold of him just a moment more, for good measure, and then 
she released his neck from her thighs.  She quickly rose to her feet, 
giggling as Mitch's head fell to the floor with a "thump."  She stood over 
him, looking down at him as he trembled on the floor, weeping, a pathetic 
heap.  She retrieved his shirt from the floor and wiped his face with it 
again, saying "Shhh.  There, there, sweetheart" and pouting tauntingly in his 
face.
       She left him there, on the floor, and took her glass to fetch some 
more wine from the kitchen.  She was not concerned about Mitch getting up 
while she was gone from the room.  He could barely move, she had hurt him so 
badly over the last couple of hours.  Besides, if he did get up somehow, she 
was sure she could handle him.  Kate retrieved one last glass of wine for 
herself from the kitchen, and then returned to the living room, where Mitch 
still lay on the floor.  He looked up at her fearfully as she returned to the 
room.
       Kate stood menacingly over him, straddling his body, with one foot on 
either side of his torso, looking down at him with her arms folded across her 
chest.
 "Please, no more.  Oh, please," Mitch pleaded.
 "Oh, poor baby," Kate pouted, lowering herself onto his chest.  "I'm 
afraid there's a lot more."  She sat down roughly on his chest, her eyes 
sparkling with cruelty as he grunted in pain.  "Actually, there's nothing but 
more.  This is your whole life now.  My amusement.  You have nothing else to 
look forward to."  
       She reached forward, and took a handful of his hair, pulling his head 
off of the floor.  She slid her right leg underneath it, bending her leg at 
the knee and sliding her calf in against the back of his neck, and she 
scooted herself up, bringing her crotch down on his throat.  She slowly 
lowered all of her weight onto his throat, and took hold of her right ankle 
with her hands, pulling it upwards, forcing his throat in against her crotch.  
She closed her thighs on either side, looking down into his eyes as he gasped 
hopelessly for breath.
       "Oh, yeah," she said, putting her hands on her hips, looking down over 
her breasts into his eyes.  "You are in for a tough life, you poor, pathetic 
fucking pussy.  Because I am one mean, selfish, sadistic girl."  She giggled 
as he pawed desperately at his throat, completely unable to breathe.
       Kate raised herself up onto her knees for an instant, laughing at him 
as he coughed in breath.  She quickly lowered herself back down onto his 
throat and looked smolderingly down into his eyes.  
       "Amazing how your whole life can change in a few hours, isn't it," she 
purred, gently running her fingers through his hair.  "Just a few hours ago, 
you were the man, weren't you?  You were gonna get laid.  It was going to be 
great.  You were going to get between my legs, weren't you?"  She paused, 
smirking down at him, running her fingers absently through his hair.  "And 
now, look at you.  You're between my legs all right," she laughed at him.  
"You have lost everything between my legs.  You're whole life belongs to me 
now.  I decide if you breathe," she lifted herself off of his throat for a 
second, and he gasped in a huge breath, "or if you don't."  She lowered 
herself back on top of him, pouting sweetly.
       "You are so completely, totally mine.  My bitch.  My toy.  I can do 
whatever I want with you.  And all you can do is take it, and whimper and 
plead for my mercy.  How humiliating that must be for you.  I own you.  Come 
on.  Make me get off of you.  Come on!  I'm depriving you of breath.  Your 
very life depends on you making me get off of you.  Can you do it?"  Mitch 
struggled weakly, but he clearly had no chance of making Kate do anything.
       "Do you want to breathe?" she asked.  Mitch was turning red.  "What 
can you do to breathe?  What are your choices?  Tell me," she demanded.
       "Beg," Mitch gasped weakly.
       "You're damned right," she said.  "You have no other choice but to beg 
me.  No other choice at all."
       Kate stood up, laughing at him as he rolled on the floor, choking in 
breath.
       "Do you want me to sit back down on your throat?  Choke the life from 
you as you lie there helplessly between my legs?" she asked, after a moment.  
"Do you?"
       "N-n-no, Mistress," Mitch answered, weakly.
       Kate put her hands on her hips and looked down into his eyes sternly.  
"Then beg me.  Grovel at my feet.  Kiss them adoringly.  Do it.  Now." she 
said through clenched teeth.  "Kiss your mistress' feet and beg her to stop 
bullying you."
       Mitch struggled to his hands and knees.  He was obviously exhausted.  
Kate had been torturing and brutalizing him for more than two hours, now.  It 
was well after midnight.  He crawled meekly over to her, and lowered his face 
to her left foot.  He pressed his lips to it, and kissed it repeatedly.
       "That's it," she cooed.  "That's right.  Grovel at my feet.  Plead for 
my mercy, because you know that you have no other choice.  Kiss the other 
one."
       He quickly moved his face to her right foot and began planting kisses 
on it.
       "Good," she said.  "This pleases me.  You see?  When you please me, I 
feel so much less compelled to hurt you."  She giggled at him.
       Kate walked over to the sofa and sat down on it, stretching her legs 
out in front of her on the floor.  "Come," she said.  "Crawl over here and 
kiss them some more, while I sit here, comfortably.  Yes, that's it.  Kiss your 
mistress' feet."  She curled her toes upward.  "Suck my toes.  That's right.  
Put them in your mouth and suck them.  No.  Look up into my eyes as you suck 
my toes.  That's it.  Look up at me, and meekly suck my toes."
       Kate looked down into his eyes as he lovingly sucked her toes.  "Wait 
until I tell Amber what I've done to you," she said.  "I'll bet she will tell 
Steve.  And then I'll bet he will tell all of your friends."  She looked down 
into his eyes, smirking at him.  "I can't imagine how humiliating that will 
be for you.  But then, I guess you can't do a fucking thing about it, can 
you?  All you can do is kneel there and suck my toes, and hope that I don't 
hurt you anymore for a while.  Fucking pussy."  She looked right into his 
eyes.  She could see that she was humiliating him horribly.  He continued to 
meekly lick her feet and suck her toes, though, because he really didn't have 
any other choice.
       "I have to pee," Kate finally said.  "And then we'll go to bed," she 
said, rising to her feet.  "Come on," she said firmly.
       "I ..." Mitch stammered.
       Kate turned back to look down at him.  "Did you think you would be 
leaving?  I told you.  You belong to me now.  If you want to leave, go ahead 
and try it.  Otherwise, come the fuck on and don't make me ask you to do 
things twice.  The consequences will not be pretty."  With that, she stooped 
down to take a handful of Mitch's hair, and began walking towards the 
bathroom, carrying her glass of wine in her other hand.  Mitch had no choice 
but to crawl along behind her as she dragged him along briskly, and to try 
desperately to keep up so that she did not rip his hair from his head.
       When they arrived at the restroom, Kate dragged him in with her.  She 
let go of his hair, pointing a stern finger towards a spot on the floor and 
saying, "Kneel.  Right there.  Don?t fucking move until I tell you to."
       She sat down on the toilet and urinated.  When she was finished, she 
leaned forward and once again grabbed Mitch's head by the hair.  She leaned 
her face down very close to his, tilting his head up so that she could look 
down into his eyes.  "Now," she said, smirking cruelly, "wipe me."
       Kate could tell from the look in Mitch's eyes that he was quite taken 
aback by her command.  She pulled his hair roughly and moved her face in even 
closer.  She spoke quietly, but menacingly, through clenched teeth.  "You 
will either get some paper off of the roll and wipe me clean with it, or in 
thirty seconds, you will be cleaning me with your tongue."  She paused 
for a minute, smirking as his eyes grew wide.  "Now, wipe me, bitch."
       Trembling, Mitch turned and withdrew some toilet paper from the roll.  
He folded it neatly and crawled over to where Kate sat on the toilet.  As he 
reached in to wipe her, he averted his eyes to one side.  She grabbed hold of 
his chin, turning his head towards her and tilting it upward.  "No.  Look 
into my eyes while you do it.  That's it.  Start in the front, and go to the 
back.  Good.  Now do it again," she said firmly.
       She smirked at him as he fetched more toilet paper, folded it neatly, 
crawled back over to her, and wiped her, looking fearfully up into her eyes 
while he did it.
       "Good," she said, rising to her feet.  "Now, do you have to go?"
       "Um ... yes," he stammered.
       She leaned down, taking a handful of his hair once again, moving her 
face close to his.
       "Yes, what?" she asked threateningly.
       "Yes ... Mistress," Mitch replied after a moment.
       "That's better," Kate said, letting go of his hair.  "Well, go ahead," 
she said, leaning casually against the doorframe and folding her arms across 
her chest, looking at him expectantly.  
       When he hesitated for a moment, she continued.  "Oh, you don't expect 
me to leave, do you?" she asked.  "You have no privacy anymore.  You have no 
need of it.  You belong to me.  Every last part of you is mine.  Every little 
thing about you is my business, and if I want to be there when you take a piss, 
that is my prerogative.   If you don't like it, then do something about it."  
She paused for a moment, looking into his eyes, enjoying his humiliation.  
"And since we both know you can't do a damned thing about it, I suggest you 
take a fucking piss now, while you have my permission.  Once we go to bed, 
you will not be getting up until morning ... or I should say, if you do, 
it will not end well."  
       She smiled to herself as she stood there, enjoying Mitch's discomfort 
as he went to the bathroom with her watching.  When he finished, Kate quietly 
said, "Wash your hands.  With soap."  She stood next to the sink, watching to 
make sure that he complied.
       "Now," she said, "wash mine."  After a second's hesitation by Mitch, 
Kate raised her eyes to meet his and threateningly said, "Do it."  She held 
her hands out expectantly beneath the faucet, and she looked haughtily into 
Mitch's eyes as he turned on the tap, rinsed her hands, put soap on them, 
worked it in, and then rinsed it off.  "Dry them," she said, motioning to the 
hand towel with her eyes.  He silently complied.
       Kate removed her facial soap and moisturizer from the cabinet.  "I'll 
take off my own makeup tonight.  Watch closely, though.  You'll be doing it 
from now on," she said flatly.  She pointed to the floor, next to the sink.  
"Get on your knees.  Right there.  Where I can see you.  Now."  She eyed him 
sternly as he obeyed.
       When she had finished washing her face, Kate turned and smiled down at 
him.  "Now," she said.  "Let's go to bed.  Come on."  She lightly took hold 
of one of his hands and led him down the hall to her bedroom.  
       When they arrived there, Kate turned to Mitch, saying "Lie down on the 
bed."
       She put her hands on her hips and watched as he obliged, climbing up 
onto the bed and laying down on the left side, with his head on one of the 
pillows.  "No, no, my poor little dear," she laughed at him.  "I'm afraid you 
won't be laying up there."
       Kate walked over to the bed and put her hands lightly on his 
shoulders, guiding him, looking down into his eyes sternly, so that he knew 
she meant business.  "That's it," she said as he sat up and scooted in the 
direction she beckoned.  "Down this way."  She moved him down towards the 
middle of the bed.  "Good.  Now lie down on your side, facing the headboard, 
like this.  That's it."  She positioned him so that he was laying across the 
length of the bed, on his side, facing the head of the bed.
       She dimmed the lights, and climbed into the bed.  She could still see 
him quite well, and she knew that he could see her.  She lay on her side, 
propping her head up on an elbow, which she rested on one of the pillows.  
Her body was perpendicular to Mitch's.  Kate reached down for his head and 
lifted it off the bed slightly.  She slid a leg underneath his neck, and 
wrapped the other across the top of it, and she pushed the back of his head 
until his throat was pressed in snuggly against her crotch.
       "Mistress, please, no ..." Mitch began.
       She smiled down at him.  "Shhhh," she said, and she crossed her legs, 
ever so slightly, pressing his throat to her crotch, choking him against her 
sex.  She looked down into his eyes and giggled as he gagged for breath.  
After just a moment, though, she loosened her legs and allowed him to 
breathe, though his breathing was still constrained as she held his throat 
loosely against her crotch.
       "This is how I will sleep tonight," she said, matter-of-factly.  "With 
you trapped between my legs, struggling for breath against my pussy.  No 
amount of begging or pleading will make me change my mind.  In fact, I won't 
hear another word on the matter.  I'll bet you never dreamed you would get 
to be between my legs all night long," she laughed.
       She stayed propped up on her elbow, looking down into his eyes, his 
head protruding from between her two legs, his throat pressed in tight 
against her sex.  She smirked, and she flexed her leg muscles ever so 
slightly, and easily cut off his breath again as his throat pressed in 
against her.  Kate laughed at him and casually watched him struggle for 
breath, with a look of detachment on her face.
       After a moment, she let him breathe again.  As she talked to him, she 
continued to randomly cut off his breath for a moment or two, and then to 
allow him to breathe again.  "You breathe if I let you," she taunted.  "How 
humiliating this must be for you.  Laying in my bed, not as a mate, but as a 
toy, a plaything.  Laying here, between my legs, while I rest comfortably, as 
you choke and gasp for breath against my pussy.  And even after I fall 
asleep, you'll be stuck between my legs, with your throat in nice and tight 
against me.  You had better hope I don't choke you in my sleep," she giggled, 
flexing her muscles slightly, choking him against her body.
       "Ohhh," Kate said, her voice growing thick.  "It feels really good 
when you choke and gasp for breath against my pussy.  Ohhh, yes!  That's it, 
choke.  Struggle for air.  Try to get out.  The more you struggle, the more 
you get me off." She loosened her legs for a moment so he could breathe, and 
then she tightened them again, not too tight ... just enough to cut off his 
breath.
       "God, yes," she moaned as he choked for air against her crotch.  
"Poor, weak, pathetic little thing," she taunted, looking into his eyes as he 
gasped for air.  "Bullied mercilessly by a pretty girl, in her bed.  Not 
having her ... but instead being had by her.  And with no recourse."  She let 
him breathe for a moment, laughing at him.  "Nothing you can do at all," she 
continued.  "But lie there and take it.  And hope she eventually stops 
picking on you."  She cut off his breath again, squeezing his throat in tight 
against her sex.
       "Mmmm," she sighed, girlishly, looking into his face.  She caressed 
one of her breasts with her hand, pinching the nipple lightly between two 
fingers.  "I'll bet you'd like to be touching me, wouldn't you?  Have your 
hand on my tit?  But instead you lay trapped between my legs, choking for 
every last breath against my pussy, completely victimized by me, pleasuring me 
whether you like it or not."  She laughed at him as she continued to play with 
her breast.
       "That's it.  Choke and gasp for breath.  Your entire purpose at this 
moment is to make me come.  You're like a living sex toy.  You're mine.  My 
toy, my slave, my little pet.  You belong to me.  Mine.  My property.  Ohhhh.  
Mmmmm.  Yeees." she moaned, looking right into his face as she climaxed against 
his throat, holding her thighs together just enough to deprive him of breath as 
she came, and for a moment afterwards.
       Kate loosened her legs, just slightly, enough to let him breathe, 
albeit with some difficulty.  "Oh, my," she said, smiling at him.  "You are 
quite good in bed," she taunted, laughing at him.
       She looked into his eyes as he continued to draw labored breaths with 
his throat pulled in snugly against her crotch.  "I'm through with you for 
now.  I'm going to go to sleep now, to put my head down comfortably on my 
pillow and drift off to sleep, while you lay down there, between my legs, 
laboring for every breath with your throat forced in tight against my pussy, 
thinking about how much humiliation you have been made to endure at my hand, 
and about how your life as you knew it before is completely over.  I suggest 
that you take great pains not to wake me.  I will let you be while I am 
asleep.  If you wake me, though, I may decide that I require further ... 
amusement."
       Kate easily cut off his breath, looking coolly into his eyes.  
"Besides, I do not like to be disturbed when I sleep.  So I am likely to be 
quite displeased if you wake me.  Oh," she chuckled, "and if I roll over, you 
had better figure out a way to roll with me, or I might just rip your head 
off.  Do you understand?"  She loosened her legs, so he could breathe.
       "Y-y-yes," Mitch stammered.
       She squeezed his throat lightly between her thighs again, easily 
cutting off his breath.  "Excuse me?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.  "I didn't 
quite get that."  She looked sternly into his eyes as she deprived him of breath.  
After a moment, she let him breathe.
       "Yes, Mistress," Mitch said quickly.
       "Damned fucking right," Kate said, smirking at him tauntingly.  She 
lay her head down on her pillow.  "Good night, slave."
       "Good night, Mistress," Mitch answered.
       "That's more like it, darling," Kate said approvingly, closing her eyes 
and settling her head down on her pillow.  "Perhaps tomorrow, you'll get your 
other wish.  Perhaps you'll get up my ass," she laughed.  She relaxed her body, 
and the weight of her top leg pressed Mitch's throat against her crotch.  She 
smiled to herself as she felt him breathe laboriously against her sex.
       Kate was asleep within about five minutes, resting comfortably in her 
bed as Mitch lay trapped between her legs.  He tried once or twice, when he 
was confident that she was truly asleep, to slip his head out from between 
her legs so that he might escape as she slept.  Whenever he moved at all, 
though, Kate tightened her legs around him possessively, in her sleep, 
cutting off his air as she slept, leaving him to gasp helplessly for breath 
for several moments until she relaxed her lower body again.
       Mitch did not fall asleep for several hours.  He lay awake, feeling 
utterly humiliated, pathetic, embarrassed.  Kate had so completely dominated 
him, and she seemed to take such great joy in doing it.  He could think of no 
way out, although he continued to try to come up with something.  Surely, she 
did not intend to keep him there for any length of time?  The very notion was 
preposterous.  Eventually, there would be an opportunity for him to overcome 
her, or at the very least to escape.  She would have to leave at some point.
       He looked up at her, as she slept.  As cruel as she had been, as much 
as she had humiliated him, he still found himself tremendously drawn to her.  
Oddly enough, more than ever, in a way.  She was a beauty.  No doubt about 
that.  And she was so strong, and powerful, and supremely confident in her 
superiority.  She was really something.  He had never known a woman even 
remotely like her.  He had been turned on this evening, in spite of himself, 
as she totally, completely dominated him, bullied him, and humiliated him.  
This was not to say that he had enjoyed the terrible pain, while he was 
experiencing it, or being deprived of breath, but she had just been so 
incredibly feminine and yet so dominant throughout all of it, the way she kept 
talking to him, humiliating him.  So intimate.  Hell, he was still turned on at 
that very moment, as he lay there helplessly between her legs, struggling 
for breath with his throat pressed firmly against her crotch.  And he had 
really liked kissing her feet and sucking her toes.  It was all very confusing.  
He hated it, the pain, being made to struggle for breath, being made to 
feel pathetic and weak by a beautiful woman.  But at the same time, he found 
himself incredibly aroused by it.
       He lay there, between her legs, being deprived of breath every so 
often as she hugged his throat against her crotch, as she slept.  Whenever 
she rolled over onto her other side, he had to quickly, carefully reposition 
himself so that he was lying down on his other side, too.  Otherwise, she 
would break his neck in her sleep, or at the very least, she would wake, and 
as uncomfortable and humiliating as this was, it was far better than her 
being awake, looking for entertainment ... and potentially being infuriated to 
boot.
       At one point, she rolled over onto her stomach for about half an hour.  
Mitch had no choice but to follow her body as she moved, and he ended up with 
the back of his head mashed against the mattress, his face squished against 
her taught little belly as he lay trapped beneath her.  His body extended off 
to one side, but his head was still trapped between her legs, with her 
crotch, the weight of her body, pressing down on his throat, her tummy 
pressed against his face as he gasped for air and struggled to be still so as 
not to wake her.
       Thankfully, she eventually rolled back onto her side and seemed to 
enter into a deep, relaxed sleep.  She bent her legs slightly at the knees, 
and snuggled her thighs possessively around his neck, pushing his throat in 
against her crotch.  Mitch was able to breathe, although it was not easy.  He 
did not want to choke, because he feared waking her.  Exhausted, Mitch 
finally fell asleep.  It was not a restful sleep.  Every time he moved or 
tried to roll over in his sleep, he awakened to the fact that he could not, 
that he was trapped, pathetically held in place by this beautiful woman's 
thighs as she slumbered, peacefully.  Still though, he slept.
       
       Mitch woke, disoriented, to the horrible sensation of not being able 
to breathe.  He opened his eyes, and as he gained his bearings, he remembered 
where he was, and he looked up to see Kate, awake, completely nude propped up on 
one elbow, looking down bemusedly into his eyes as she choked him against her 
crotch.  Light streamed in from a crack in the bedroom curtains.  It was Saturday 
morning.
       He coughed in air as Kate loosened her legs, laughing at him.  "Good 
morning, little slave.  I'm awake, now.  I was getting bored.  You will 
entertain me, though."
       Mitch said nothing, and Kate's eyes narrowed.  She tightened her 
thighs around his neck, pressing his throat effortlessly against her sex 
until he could not breathe.  "Tell me good morning, you little bitch, before I 
wonder whether you are being rude," she said threateningly, and she let him 
breathe.
       "Good morning, Mistress," Mitch said weakly, because he could think of 
no alternative.
       "That's better," Kate replied, releasing his head from her thighs and 
moving towards him.  "I'll teach you to tell me good morning properly in a 
few minutes."  Mitch wondered fearfully what she meant by that.  She leaned 
down next to him, putting her face inches from his.  "I would ask you if you 
slept well," she giggled, "except that I don't give a fuck."  
       She stood up, leaning over to take a handful of his hair.  "Come," she 
said confidently.  "I have to pee."
       She took him into the bathroom off of her bedroom.  When they arrived, 
she pointed to the floor in front of the toilet.  "Kneel," she said quietly.  
"Right there.  Do it.  Now."
       He complied, and she sat down on the toilet and urinated, looking down 
into his eyes all the while.  "Wipe me," she said, smirking, when she had 
finished.
       Kate looked down into his eyes, relishing his humiliation as he 
complied, meekly wiping her once, and then again.
       "Good," she said quietly.  "Now," she said, leaning against the 
doorframe and folding her arms across her chest.  "You may go, too."  Mitch 
urinated, as she watched him.  "Wash our hands," she said, as soon as he was 
finished."  He washed his hands, and then hers, as she had taught him.
       She led him back out into the bedroom.  She looked into his eyes, 
saying "Now," and she turned her body away from him, "get on your knees, and 
kiss my ass good morning."
       After a brief moment, she flipped her head back to look at him over 
her shoulder.  He had not moved.  Her eyes narrowed.  "Get on your knees," she 
said quietly, through clenched teeth, "and kiss my fucking ass good morning.  
Do it, bitch."
       Mitch got down on his knees.  Kate turned to look away, putting her 
hands on her hips and smiling to herself as she felt his lips against her 
left buttock, kissing it awkwardly.  "Good," she chirped.  "Now the right 
side.  Do it.  That's it," she said, as she felt him comply.  ?Press your lips 
against it more firmly.  Excellent.  Show some passion when you kiss my tush.?
       She moved her hands from her hips to her buttocks, and she used her 
hands to spread them apart.  "Now," she said, turning her head and flipping 
her pretty, long hair over her shoulder and looking down into his face, "kiss 
in the middle.  With your tongue.  Like a French kiss.  But with your tongue 
in my ass, instead of my mouth," she laughed at him.
       He did not move, and Kate took a handful of his hair, pressing his 
face up against her butt.  "Now," she said sternly.  "Fucking lick my ass."
       She pressed his face against her butt, however Mitch did not kiss it, 
or lick it.  She tilted his head upward and looked down at him over her 
shoulder.  "Last chance," she said threateningly.  "Last chance before you do 
it the hard way.  But one way or another, you will lick my fucking ass."  
Mitch did not respond at all.
       Kate briskly turned around to face him, and she backhanded him cruelly 
in the mouth.  He screamed and recoiled, but she quickly leaned down and 
wrapped an arm around his head, putting him in a headlock, pressing the side 
of his face firmly against her breast.  She dragged him over to the bed, and 
she threw him onto it, by his head.  She climbed into the bed next to him, but 
he quickly rolled away from her, and started to get up.
       Kate crossed her legs at the knees and reached them towards him, as he 
moved away.  She caught his neck between her calves and quickly tightened 
them on either side of his throat, scissoring him between her lower calves.  
He pried at her ankles with his hands, but she shook him violently between 
her legs and easily cut off his breath with her calves against his throat.
       She slid her hands underneath her head and lay on her back, looking up 
at him coolly as she held him between her legs, on his knees on the bed, unable 
to breathe.  After another minute, she bent her legs inward sharply, hurling
him forward and to the right of her.  He slammed into the headboard beside her 
on the bed.
       She quickly rolled him over onto his back and climbed on top of him, 
lying flat, facing him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her face 
inches from his.
       "You will do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it," she 
hissed, digging her elbows into his shoulders as he tried to roll her off of 
him.  "Every time.  Without hesitation.  I don't give a fuck whether you want 
to do it or not.  What you want is completely, totally immaterial.  It's all 
about me, now ... so if I want it, you do it.  Period.  You have no purpose 
but to do as I wish.  If I'm unhappy, you will be very, very unhappy.  You do 
what I tell you to do.  Get fucking used to it.  That's how it is, and it is
not going to change back."
       She sat up on him now, straddling his chest, and then she turned 
around, so that she was still straddling him, but facing his lower body.  He 
was thrashing about, trying to get her off of him.  Kate leaned forward and 
reached down for his testicles.  She gave them a cruel squeeze.  Mitch 
screamed in agony.  Kate squeezed them harder, saying "Be still, or I'll 
squish them into jelly."  She continued to hold them firmly, smirking to herself 
as he squealed in pain.
       Kate lay down flat on him again, only now she was facing the opposite 
direction as he.  Her head was down above his crotch, her breasts swelled 
against his stomach, and her legs were on either side of his head.  She 
reached back and took hold of his head by the hair, laughing at him as he 
screamed.  She split her legs wide apart, and then she pulled his head in 
between them, pressing his head deep within her thighs, mashing his face in 
tight against her bottom.
       Mitch screamed and tried to pull his head back, but Kate held it 
there, and then she quickly closed her legs on either side of his head, 
locking her calves behind him.  Mitch was trapped in a reverse head scissor, 
with his face mashed deep into Kate's butt, with her powerful thighs wrapped 
around either side of his head.  He thrashed about, but he had no leverage.  
Kate's entire body was on top of him.  His angry screams were muffled deep 
within her ass.
       She crossed her arms on his upper legs and lay her head down, resting 
comfortably, her breasts swelling firmly against his stomach.  "Well," she said, 
"I'm comfy.  How about you?"  She laughed at him as his reply was muffled 
against her buttocks.  "I didn't quite get that, sweetie.  Oh well.  It was a 
rhetorical question, anyway.  Your comfort is of no consequence."
       Kate began squeezing her thighs together against his head and neck, 
mashing his head with her thigh muscles, cutting off his breath, and 
simultaneously forcing his face further into her ass.  She clenched her buttocks 
together against his face, laughing as he screamed in pain against her ass and 
groped her legs and butt with his hands, trying desperately to free himself.
       "Now," she said, "your head is trapped between my thighs, with your face 
squished firmly between my buttocks.  I'm crushing you with my ass and my legs.  
There isn't a thing you can do to get free.  It is incredibly painful, and 
whenever I squeeze, you cannot breathe, and it feels as if your whole skull might 
cave in.  And the worst part of it is," she said, her voice filled with mock 
sympathy, "that I'm not even squeezing that hard yet.  See?" she asked, squeezing 
her thighs together harder, smiling to herself as she elicited a new round of 
muffled screams against her ass.
       She slowly increased the pressure for another minute, resting her head 
comfortably, relaxing as she crushed him with her thighs and buttocks.  His 
screams became more desperate.  "I once broke a guy's jaw like this," Kate 
said flatly.  "Broke his jaw with my ass.  I just squeezed him so hard in 
there that I broke his fucking jaw.  You can bet that he did do whatever I told 
him to do after that," she said.  "So you had better think carefully before you 
disobey me.  You never know what might happen.  I could break your jaw, bust your 
nose, crush your skull ... all while I lay here resting comfortably on top of you."
       "Should I break your jaw?" she asked, squeezing harder still.
       "Nooo!" came Mitch's muffled response.
       Kate smiled to herself.  "All right then.  Lick my ass.  If you want 
me to stop hurting you, if you want me to let you out, then put your fucking 
tongue in my ass."
       Mitch still did nothing but continue to scream in agony.
       "Maybe I should just crush your head between my thighs, just squish it 
like a melon," she said, squeezing harder.  "I could do it easily."
       Still no response from Mitch, other than continued screams.
       Kate squeezed with brutal force, and she began bucking her hips 
forward and back, lifting his upper body off of the bed and then slamming it 
back down repeatedly, while she continued to crush his head and face with her 
thighs and buttocks.  As she brought her pelvis down the last time, she 
squeezed tighter still.  He stopped screaming now, and started grappling 
helplessly at her buttocks in a useless attempt to separate them.  He began 
making desperate, tortured shrieks as she held him firmly between her thighs.
       "Do you want to breathe again?" Kate taunted.  "Then lick my ass, 
bitch.  Lick it.  You might as well get used to it.  You'll be spending quite 
a bit of time with your tongue in my ass from now on.  Now lick, before I 
start breaking bones in your head."
       "Oooh, yeah," she enthused, as she felt his tongue licking her butt.  
She did not loosen her grip on his head ... not at all.  "That's it.  Lick my 
little asshole, bitch.  Lick it.  That's right.  Lick it better.  Put your 
tongue in my tush.  You adore my ass.  My ass is your whole world.  You live 
to put your tongue in my ass.  It is your entire reason for being.  That's it," 
she said.  "Oh, yeah."
       "I'm going to loosen my ass cheeks enough for you to breathe," Kate 
told him.  "But you had better breathe through your fucking nose, because if 
you stop licking my ass, I'll crush your skull like a fucking grape.  And 
I'll do it slowly, so you can feel it happening, feel me chewing on you with my 
thighs.  Oh, yeah.  Lick me.  Keep licking."
       Kate loosened her thighs and buttocks, until she felt him breathing 
through his nose.  She made him struggle for every last breath, but she let 
him breathe.
       "I'll bet you wish you had just licked my ass when I told you to the 
first time, don't you?  Try to remember that.  You will eventually do as I 
say.  Resistance will only make things much more difficult for you in the 
long run.  Keep licking me.  Lick.  You love my ass.  Show my ass that you 
respect it," she commanded.
       "Mmmm.  Keep licking.  Pride will get you nowhere but in trouble," she 
continued.  "You'll do what I tell you to do, one way or another.  You have 
no need of pride.  There's only you, and me.  And I own you, completely.  You 
are my possession.  My property.  Focus on pleasing me.  You have no other 
purpose anymore.  Lick that ass.  That's right.  Lick it."
       Kate noticed that Mitch had become very erect as she lay on top of 
him, squeezing his head with her thighs and buttocks, saying humiliating 
things to him as she forced him to lick her ass.  She smiled mischievously to 
herself and reached a hand forward to lightly take hold of the shaft of his 
penis.
       "Oh, how cute," she taunted.  "Keep licking.  Put your tongue in my 
ass, you little pussy.  I can hardly imagine how humiliating this must be for 
you.  You have lost everything to me, and yet you are hard as a rock for me, 
even as I lay here comfortably on top of you, squeezing your head between my 
thighs, mashing your face against my butt, forcing you to lovingly lick my 
ass.  I mean, really.  It must be just devastating.  Keep licking.  I can 
hardly think of anything more humiliating," she chuckled, stroking his 
erection absently as she spoke.  ?No.  No, I absolutely cannot think of 
anything more humiliating at all.  Keep licking.  Lick my ass better.  Put 
your tongue in deeper.?
       Kate pulled his penis gently towards her, laying it flat against his 
stomach.  She lay down on top of it, pressing her breasts against it.  "Keep 
licking my ass, bitch," she cooed.  "Lick me.  Oh, my.  Are you all hot 
and bothered?  You're not going to come, are you?  Climax, in spite of 
yourself, while you lay there, trapped underneath me, with your tongue in my 
fucking ass?  Are you?" she taunted.  She could tell that he was, indeed.  
?That would be, like, the most pathetic thing ever, wouldn?t it?? she taunted.
       She lifted herself up, and used her hand to point his erection away 
from her, between his legs.  Kate laughed at him as he climaxed on the bed 
sheets.  "Don't you stop licking me," she said.  "Lick my ass."
       When she was certain that Mitch's orgasm was over, Kate released his 
head from her thighs, and she sat up.  She turned around on his face so that 
she was facing forward.  She spread her buttocks apart and brought herself 
down over his mouth.  She separated her legs, so that she could look down 
into his eyes.
       Kate settled her weight down on his face, and she put her hands on her 
hips and looked sternly down into his eyes, saying "Don't worry, you can wash 
my sheets later today when you do the rest of my laundry.  Now, you keep 
licking my asshole.  Mmmm.  That's it.  Put your tongue in my ass.  You do 
what I say, when I say to do it.  And you do it exactly the way I tell you to 
do it.  Keep licking me."
       She looked down into his eyes as he thrust his tongue between her 
buttocks.  "Every morning, you will kiss my ass 'good morning.'  Every night, 
you will kiss it 'good night.'  You will kiss it 'hello.'  You will kiss it 
'goodbye.'  You will kiss it to say 'thank you.'  You will kiss it to say 
'please.'  You will kiss it to beg my forgiveness.  You will do it, in each of 
these instances, until I indicate that you may stop.  If you do not kiss my ass 
properly and appropriately, I will sit on your fucking face, and you will kiss 
it then, or you will not breathe.  And then, after I have forced you to kiss it, 
I will beat you until you wail for mercy.  Make no mistake, though, you little 
pussy.  You will kiss my ass."
       Kate scooted off of him, and she stood up next to the bed.  She put 
her hands on her hips and turned to face away from him.  "Now," she said, 
smiling to herself.  "Kiss your mistress good morning."  She tingled all over 
as she heard him get up from the bed and kneel behind her.
       "No," she said, as she felt him slip his tongue between her buttocks.  
She turned to look down at him over her shoulder.  "First, kiss my left 
buttock.  Right in the middle.  That's it.  No.  Press your face against it 
more firmly.  Good.  Now kiss it.  Tenderly.  You worship my ass.  You are 
servant to my ass.  That's it."
       "Now," she continued, turning to look away from him once again, "lick 
my left buttock.  That's it.  Push your tongue against it.  Lick it all 
over."  She let him lick for a moment.  "Good.  Now my right buttock.  Same 
way.  Push your face against it and give it a big smooch," she chuckled.  
"Now lick it.  That's right.  All over."
       After another minute, her voice thick, she continued.  "Now, use your 
hands to spread my ass cheeks apart a bit.  That's it.  Now lick in between 
them.  No, not the middle.  Not yet.  Lick the insides of my ass cheeks.  
That's it.  Lick my ass, bitch."
       "Good," she continued after a moment.  "Now, lick the middle.  No.  
Put your whole face in my ass.  Your nose, your mouth.  Push it way in there.  
Now put your tongue in my asshole and lick my asshole.  Mmmm.  Good.  Lick my 
tushy.  Lick your mistress' ass.  Mmmm.  Oh, yeah.  Excellent.  Keep licking 
me.  Do you like being up my ass as much as you thought you would?" she 
taunted.  "I hope so, because you'll be spending a great deal of time there 
from now on."
       Kate let him lick her ass for about 10 minutes, and then she stepped 
forward.  "You'll know when it's acceptable to stop because I will step away, 
just like that."  She leaned down and took his chin in her hand, tilting his 
head up and looking down into his eyes.  She was terrifically aroused at his 
humiliation.  "See?" she asked.  "You're a good little ass licker.  Now, you 
will do it exactly that way every time.  Unless I ask you to do something 
different.  If you fuck it up, I will hurt you, terribly, and then you'll do it 
again, until you get it right.  Do you understand me?" she asked threateningly.
       "Yes, Mistress," Mitch answered, because he had no choice whatsoever.
       "Good," she purred.  "Now, come with me into the bathroom, and I will 
show you how to bathe me.  Come on, pussy," she said, taking hold of him by 
the arm and leading him into the shower stall.
       Kate told him about the appropriate water temperature, and she showed 
him how to shave her legs, and to wash her, beginning on his knees, with her 
feet, and then her legs, and then her crotch and buttocks.  How to then move 
to her stomach, her breasts, her back, beneath her arms, her shoulders, her 
neck and face, behind her ears.  How to wash her hair, and to rinse it, and 
apply conditioner, and to rinse again.  How to wash himself.  Anything more 
than thirty seconds spent on himself was unacceptable.  She simply would not 
wait.  She needed him clean, but she needed it done quickly, because every 
moment spent on himself was a moment not spent on her.  She taught him how 
to dry her, and to wrap a towel around her body, and a second around her hair.
       She sat comfortably at her dressing table, and she showed him how to put 
lotion on her legs, and how to do her hair and makeup.  Her instructions were 
very intricate, very specific.  She taught him where to find her clothes.  She 
would tell him what she wanted to wear, and he would have one minute to fetch 
it, she explained.  So he had better learn where to find all of her things, and 
learn quickly.  Kate wore a short skirt today, and a tank top.  No bra or 
panties.  It was just a Saturday, after all, and she was going to spend it at 
home torturing and frustrating her new toy.  And he was going to spend a 
tremendous part of the day with his face in her ass, so the skirt with no 
panties would allow him easy access.  Mitch would dry himself and comb his hair.  
He would not be allowed to wear clothes, unless it was necessary, which today 
it was not.
       Kate took him to her kitchen, and showed him how to make her breakfast.  
She would tell him each morning what she wanted to eat, and how long he would 
have to prepare it.  She taught him to kneel beneath the table and suck her toes 
while she ate.  She let him eat scraps from her plate on the floor, when she was 
finished.  She assured that he thanked her properly, with his tongue in her ass 
for 10 minutes or so, after she had allowed him to eat.  She directed him as to 
how she expected the dishes to be washed, and the table and counters cleaned.
       She worked Mitch very hard that morning.  She instructed him about 
making her bed.  She sat on the sofa, reading a magazine, and she gave him very 
specific directions as to how he should dust and vacuum every room in her house, 
how to clean the bathrooms, how to do the laundry.  The laundry was to be done 
daily, she told him, because she would not tolerate having her options limited.  
Every article of her clothing was to be clean and available every morning.  She 
instructed him to wash his own clothes, as well, but she did not allow him to put 
them on.
       Kate inspected his work carefully, every so often.  She was very 
displeased with the job he had done on her bathroom.  She took his head by a 
handful of hair, and led him into her shower stall.
       She pushed his face down to the bottom of the stall, and pressed his 
nose against the floor.  "What is that?" she asked quietly.
       "W-w-what?" Mitch asked fearfully.
       She ripped at his hair, mashing his face impatiently against the floor 
of the shower.  "That.  What is it?" she asked.
       "I ... I don't know," he answered meekly.
       "Is it the fucking floor of the shower?" she asked impatiently.
       "I ..." he stammered.
       She scraped a layer of residue off of the floor with her fingernail 
and scratched it angrily onto his face.  "Well, I think if it were part of 
the fucking floor, it wouldn't come up on my fucking fingernail, would it, 
bitch?" she asked, looking into his eyes threateningly.  "I'd say it's soap 
scum."
       "I ..." Mitch began.
       She backhanded him in the mouth with her right hand, impatiently.  
"Shut the fuck up," she said.  "Until I ask you a question, you just shut up 
and listen, you little fucking pussy."  Mitch shrunk away from her, cowering 
in fear.
       "Where in the fuck do you think you are going?" she snarled, taking 
hold of his chin, positioning his head so that she could look menacingly into 
his eyes.  "When you perform a task for me, you will do it perfectly.  The 
first time.  I will tolerate nothing less.  Whether it is licking my ass or 
cleaning my bathroom, you will do it exactly the way I want it, or you will 
suffer."
       She led him, by his chin, to her bed, and she pushed him on to it.  
She put her hands on her hips and looked at him sternly as he lay on the bed, 
trembling.  Her nipples were erect through her tank top, as she prepared to 
discipline him.
       Kate looked menacingly into his eyes, as she picked up her hairbrush 
from her dresser.  Mitch did not try to run away.  He just lay on her bed, 
trembling in fear, watching her.  She walked over to the bed, and she climbed 
onto it.  She straddled his body, sitting on his chest facing his feet, 
turning her head back to look over her shoulder, down into his eyes.  She put 
her hands on her hips, and lifted her skirt up around her waist, and she 
scooted her body back onto his face.
       She positioned her butt on his face, working it back and forth until 
his nose and mouth were covered by her ass.  Kate reached forward, then, and 
caught hold of his right leg, pulling it back towards her, bending his body 
in half at the waist.  She took his leg and tucked it beneath her own leg, 
her left one.  She reached forward again, pulling back his left leg and 
tucking it beneath her right.  He was folded in half, now, with his face 
beneath her ass, all of her weight on him, and his own backside pointing 
straight up in the air.  He was totally, completely helpless.
       Kate smiled to herself as she felt him struggling for breath between 
her buttocks.  She held her hairbrush firmly, and she smacked it violently 
against the middle of his left buttock, sighing with approval as she felt his 
tortured scream against her backside.  "Start licking my ass," she said 
coldly.
       She hit him again, and again.  She shifted on his face periodically, 
so he could gasp in a quick breath.  She beat his bottom violently with her 
hairbrush, each blow eliciting another scream from him, muffled against her 
own ass.  "Less screaming, and more licking," she said indifferently, hitting 
him repeatedly, raising red marks on his bottom.  She smiled to herself when 
she felt his tears against her ass.
       "That's it, cry, pussy," she said.  "But keep licking my ass.  Because 
despite the terrible pain, and humiliation, you know that the only hope you 
have of getting me to stop is to appease me.  So put your fucking tongue in 
my asshole.  That's it."  She hit him again.
       "You're completely helpless," she said, hitting him more slowly.  "All 
you can do is try to please me, so that I won't feel compelled to beat you 
anymore.  There is nothing else for you in this world.  Nothing.  Lick my ass.  
That's right.  Beg my ass for forgiveness."
       Finally, she stopped beating him, and she released his legs, and 
crawled off of his face, and stood up by the side of the bed.  She faced away 
from him, and raised her skirt, holding it up with her hands against her hips.  
She turned her head to look back over her shoulder at him, her eyes narrowing.  
As he rose from the bed and dropped to his knees behind her, she turned her head 
away from him, facing forward.
       "I'm sorry, Mistress," she heard him say, right before he pressed his 
lips to the center of her left buttock.  He kissed it, lovingly, and did the 
same to her right buttock.  Then he licked between them, just as she had taught 
him.  
       "That's it, you fucking pussy," she cooed.  "Lick my asshole.  Put your 
tongue in my ass, and show me how much you love me."  She let him lick her butt 
for about fifteen minutes, before she finally stepped away, letting her skirt 
drop silently over her backside.
       "Come," she said, without looking back at him, "make me some lunch."
       After Kate had eaten lunch, while Mitch sucked her toes, she again fed 
him her leftover scraps on the floor.  She made him lick her butt as thanks 
for allowing him to eat.  Then, she tortured him for a while, crushing his 
body between her thighs, just to entertain herself.  And then, she taught him 
to give her a manicure, and a pedicure.  She taught him to massage her lovely 
shoulders and back.  And after that, she straddled his face, forcing him to 
lick her sex desperately as she suffocated him beneath her.  After she 
climaxed, she stayed on top of him, looking down into his eyes as he gasped 
helplessly for breath, until he lost consciousness.
       Once he was unconscious, Kate left him lying on the floor in a heap.  
She lay nearby, on the sofa, casually reading a novel.  He slept for a couple 
of hours, and Kate let him.  She knew he had not slept well the night before, 
and she wanted him well rested so that he could attend to her that evening.
       When he awoke, it was early evening.  Kate turned her head to look 
over at him on the floor.  "Did you have a good nap, my sweet?" she chuckled.  
"Did you?"
       "Yes, Mistress," Mitch answered, groggily.
       "You will," she said, hugging her knees to her chest, raising her legs 
in the air, and pulling her skirt up around her waist, "you will no doubt 
wish to thank me for allowing you to nap," she smirked, looking down into his 
eyes.
       He quickly crawled over to the sofa, kneeling beside her as she lay 
there, and began kissing her butt.  "That's it," Kate said, as he kissed and 
licked her left buttock, and then her right.  She looked down between her 
legs into his eyes as he thrust his tongue deep into her asshole.  "That's 
right.  Lick my ass, slave," she said.  "Thank me for forcing you to lap 
helplessly at my pussy, unable to breathe, suffocated by me even as I came on 
your face, looking  powerlessly up at me as I caused you to pass out.  Thank 
me for that," she giggled.  "Keep licking.  Put your tongue up my ass.  Mmmm.  
That's right.  Lick my butt."
       "Good," she purred.  She stretched her legs out in front of her.  
"Now, suck my toes while we talk about this evening.  That's it.  Suck your 
mistress' toes.  No.  Look up into my eyes while you suck my toes.  That's 
better."
       "I thought we would just have a nice, quiet evening at home," she 
said.  "I know it's Saturday night, but I'm not yet convinced that we are 
ready to go out in public together.  You know, I mean given the new nature of 
our relationship," she smirked down into his eyes as he licked between her 
toes.  "Tomorrow we will take the whole day to sort out what happens next."
       "So we will just stay in, and perhaps watch a DVD or two.  I thought 
perhaps we could order a pizza, so you wouldn't have to cook, or do dishes."  
She looked down at him and smiled approvingly as he crawled forward, between 
her legs and leaned his head in between them.  She pulled her knees in 
against her body, lifted her legs into the air, and pulled back her skirt.  
She looked between her legs, down into his eyes as he showed his gratitude at 
her thoughtfulness by kissing her bottom.
       "The number for the pizza place is on the refrigerator," she said 
finally.  "Fetch it and bring it back, right away."  Mitch quickly complied.
       When he returned, Kate handed him the cordless phone and told him what 
to order.  She did not ask for his input.  He would eat what she told him to 
eat.  Mitch did as he was told, as Kate looked up into his eyes with a look 
of casual amusement on her face.
       "How long did they say?" she asked, after he hung up.
       "Forty minutes," he answered.
       Kate arched an eyebrow, threateningly.
       "Forty minutes, Mistress," Mitch corrected himself.
       "That's better," she smiled.  "When you have occasion to speak to me, 
when we are alone together, you will address me as mistress.  Every time."
       "Yes, Mistress.  I'm sorry, Mistress," Mitch said, dropping to his 
knees.  Kate stood up and faced away from him, so that he could apologize to 
her properly.  He was not going very long at all without having occasion to 
once again lick her backside, which was Kate's intention.  After Mitch had 
licked her ass for a minute or two, rather than stepping away, Kate turned 
around to face him.  She lightly took hold of his head, by a handful of hair, 
and pressed his face against her skirt, tilting his head so that she could 
look down into his eyes.
       "I want to fuck you, now," she said quietly.  "Do you want me to fuck 
you, slave?" she asked him.
       "Y-yes, Mistress," Mitch replied, his voice muffled against her skirt.  
He did not know what she had in mind, or whether he would in fact like it or 
not, but he knew that he had better answer in the affirmative.  She had 
already said that she wanted to do it, so it didn't really matter what he 
wanted.  It was kind of a trick question, in that sense.
       Kate nodded approvingly.  She motioned to the sofa.  "Sit down there.  
Sit up straight, with your hands at your sides.  Good."
       She walked over to him, and she sat down facing him, in his lap, 
straddling his body.  She smirked in his face as she felt him immediately go 
hard.  She wasn't wearing any panties, and he wasn't wearing any clothes at 
all, so she could feel his erection, underneath her skirt, right against her 
inner thigh.  She took off her tank top, watching his eyes all the while.
       Kate leaned inward, pressing her breasts lightly against his chest and 
throat, moving her lips in close to his face.  "We are going to have 
intercourse," she said, looking into his eyes.  "But make no mistake.  It is 
I who will be doing the fucking.  You will not be fucking me.  You will sit 
there, and let me do all of the moving.  You will put your hands where I tell 
you to put them, or where I guide them.  You will kiss me where I tell you to 
kiss me.  Other than that, you will sit still, be silent, and let me do the 
fucking.  You are allowed to enjoy it, of course, and believe me, you will.  
But you will not be the aggressor, on any level.  And if there is something 
you wish we were doing differently, too fucking bad.  Do you understand?" she 
asked, her face inches from his.
       "Y-yes, Mistress," Mitch returned, his voice thick.
       "I hope so," she said.  "Because if I feel you trying to do the 
fucking, at all, I will stop.  I will leave you frustrated, and you will 
finish me off with your tongue.  And then I'll beat you with my hairbrush.  
And you know I'll do it," she said sternly, "don't you?"
       "Y-yes, Mistress," he answered.
       "Good," she said, and leaned in to kiss his throat, letting him feel 
her teeth, smirking to herself as his breath quickened.
       Kate turned around on his lap, so that she was facing away from him.  
She left her skirt on, but she spread her legs apart, straddling his lap, 
and she pressed her bottom against his erection.  She leaned her upper body 
back against his, moving her head to one side of his.  She turned her head to 
the side and looked into his eyes.
       "Should ... should I ..." Mitch began.
       "I'm on the pill," Kate cut him off.  "These are the kinds of things 
which are no longer your concern.  All you have to worry about from now 
on is doing what I tell you to do.  I'll worry about everything else.  I 
can think of no occasion in which you would ever need to ask me a question.  
I tell you what to do.  You fucking do it.  Do you understand?"
       "Yes, Mistress," he answered.
       "Good.  Now kiss my shoulder," she said, her voice thick.  She moved 
her bottom against his erection, sighing as he kissed her shoulder lovingly.  
"Mmmm," she said.  "Good.  Now kiss the side of my neck, and my throat, and 
my ear.  Don't you dare bite me, though, " she said.
       "Good," she continued.  "Call me mistress," she said.  "Say it."
       "Mistress," Mitch said.
       "Keep kissing my shoulder," she told him.  She moved her bottom 
forward, away from his erection, letting it fall beneath her body on the 
sofa, and she reached between her legs, beneath her skirt, finding his penis 
and closing her hand around it.  She smiled to herself as he gasped.
       "Kiss my throat," she said.  "That's it.  Call me mistress again."
       "Mistress," he said, his lips against her throat.  He shivered as she 
continued to hold his erection lightly in her hand.
       "Who do you belong to?" she asked, and he could feel her voice through 
her throat against his lips as he kissed her.
       "You, Mistress," he answered, kissing her obediently.
       She raised herself up slightly, and guided his erection inside of her 
with her hand.  She lowered herself back onto his lap, slowly.  He gasped as 
she swallowed his erection inside of her, but he kept kissing her throat.
       Kate took his hands in hers, and moved them up to her breasts.  She 
held her hands over the top of his, guiding his hands over her breasts.  
"Mmmm," she said.  "Oh.  Who owns you?" she sighed.
       "You do, Mistress," Mitch gasped, kissing her neck and shoulder as she 
guided his hands over her breasts.
       "That's right," she sighed, lifting herself up again slightly, and 
lowering herself back down onto his erection.  "Ohhh.  You're mine.  You 
belong to me.  Ahhhh.  My fucking property.  You do what I tell you to do, 
isn't that right?"
       "Yes, Mistress," Mitch managed, gasping as she brought herself up and 
down on his erection.
       "You cook for me.  You clean for me.  You wash me.  You dress me.  You 
lick my ass.  You're mine, aren't you?" she moaned.
       "Yes, yes, Mistress," Mitch answered again.
       "Everything about you is mine," she continued, letting go of one of 
his hands, moving her own hand between her skirt.  "Your cock is mine.  Your 
balls are mine," she said, and she wrapped her fingers lightly around his 
testicles smirking to herself as Mitch gasped and she felt shivers run 
through his body.
       "Mine," she said again, moving herself slowly up and down on his 
erection.  "You can't do anything unless I let you.  Ooooh.  You can't eat.  
You can't go to the bathroom.  Aaahhh.  You can't sleep.  You can't leave.  
You only breathe if I let you.  Isn't that right?"
       "Y-yes, Mistress," Mitch gasped.
       "I own you," she said, with her lips against his ear.  "I can do 
anything I want to you.  And you can't stop me.  You can't do anything but 
beg me.  Isn't that right?"
       "Yes, Mistress," he replied.
       She was about to climax, and she could tell that he was, too.  She 
leaned her head back directly against the front of his face, pressing his 
face into her hair.  She left her hand wrapped around his testicles, and she 
brought herself up and down on his erection repeatedly.  "Mine," she sighed, 
throatily.
       "Ohhh, yes," she moaned as she reached orgasm.  "Mmmm, yes!"  She 
could tell that Mitch was climaxing, too, by his breathing ... or his lack of 
breath, really.  She stayed on top of him for a few minutes afterward, with 
him inside of her, leaning her body back against him, the back of her head 
pressed against his face.  He made no movement whatsoever.
       Finally, she stood up, slowly, still facing away from him.  "Mmmm," 
she said.  "Your mistress is pleased.  You will undoubtedly wish to thank me 
for allowing you to have some pleasure.  I certainly am not obliged to allow you 
any pleasure at all.  Good," she said as she felt his face against 
her ass, kissing it passionately.
       The doorbell rang as Mitch was still kissing Kate's butt.  She stepped 
away and picked up her tank top off of the floor, and she put it on.  "I'll 
get the door, since you aren't wearing any clothes," she said, laughing.  
"Meet me in the bathroom."
       Kate answered the door, paid the delivery man, and set the pizza on 
the coffee table.  She was pleased to find Mitch on his knees in the 
bathroom.  She sat down and urinated, smirking approvingly as Mitch 
immediately wiped her, looking up into her eyes obediently.  She allowed him 
to go, as well, and then he washed his hands, and hers.
       "I think I'd like to eat on the sofa, tonight," she said, holding his 
hand lightly in her own, leading him back to the living room.  "I'd like to 
be able to look down at you, and have you look up at me, as you suck my toes 
while I eat.  Why don't you go and get me a plate, and a few napkins, and a 
nice glass of wine?" she said.
       Mitch nodded, and quickly did as she asked.  When he returned, he took 
some pizza from the box, put it on the plate, and handed it to Kate.  He 
knelt before her and kissed her feet and licked her toes while she ate her 
dinner, looking adoringly up into her eyes.  When she was finished eating, 
Kate put some more pizza onto the plate, and set it down on the floor.  She 
sipped her wine and watched Mitch eat from her plate as he knelt on the 
floor.
       When he was finished eating, and had thanked her for allowing him to 
do so, she said, "I think perhaps I'll relax and watch a movie now.  While 
you lick my ass."  She smirked down into his eyes.
       "Yes, Mistress," he answered meekly.
       Kate told him which movie she wanted to watch, and where he would find 
it.  While he set it up for her, she put a pillow from the sofa on the living 
room floor and lay down on the carpet, on her left side, resting her head 
comfortably on the pillow.  Mitch brought her the remote.  He lay down on his 
left side behind her and began to dotingly kiss her backside.
       Kate watched her movie, while Mitch lay down behind her, adoringly 
licking her ass.  He could hear her laugh at the movie, occasionally, but he 
could not see it, and he focused all of his attention on licking her.
       After about half an hour, the phone rang.  Kate reached back and 
picked it up off of the coffee table.  She paused the movie.  "Keep licking 
my ass," she said quietly.
       "Hello?" she said into the phone.  "Oh, hi, Amber.  How are you?"  She 
covered the mouthpiece of the phone and said, "Keep licking me."
       "Oh, I'm fine.  Yes, actually, he's right here.  Sure, I'll tell him 
you say hello.  He's a little busy right now.  Oh, no.  He's licking my ass.  
Because I told him to.  And he does what I tell him to do."  Kate did not 
cover up the receiver this time, when she said, "Keep licking me, bitch.  
That's it.  Lick me."
       "Here, do you want him to say hello?" Kate asked.  She held the phone 
down near her bottom.  "Tell Amber hello," she said.  "No.  Keep your tongue 
in my ass.  That's it.  I want her to hear what you sound like with your 
tongue in my asshole.  Say it."
       "Hello," Mitch said, his speech impeded by his tongue in Kate's ass, 
and his voice muffled with his face deep between her buttocks.  She pulled 
the phone back up to her ear, laughing.
       "Oh, he's been kissing it and licking it for about half an hour now.  
Really, off and on all day, though.  I've been spending the weekend teaching 
him how to be my slave.  He's starting to catch on, now," she said.  "Keep 
licking me, you little pussy," she said to Mitch.
       "Well, last night I crushed him between my legs.  I squished his tummy 
until he was shaking with pain, gasping for breath, and squealing like a pig.  
I made him cry, and beg me to stop hurting him.  And he slept here last 
night, with his neck between my legs, and his throat snuggled in tight 
against my pussy, gasping for breath.  And today he had a terrible spanking.  
He's learning, though.  He doesn't have any choice.  He does what I tell him 
to do because he can't do a damned thing about it.  He's starting to get it."  
She stopped talking for a moment, listening to a question from Amber.  "Lick 
my ass," she told Mitch.
       "Yeah, I haven't totally decided," she continued.  "I'll probably 
sleep on it tonight and decide tomorrow.  I'm thinking about it pretty 
seriously, though.  I'll turn 25 this year, you know.  At some point ..." her 
voice trailed off.
       "Oh, I don't care if you tell Steve," she said, after a moment.  "Tell 
whoever you want.  Mitch?  Oh he can't do a fucking thing about it.  He does 
what I tell him to do.  If it humiliates him, so much the better.  I've got 
to tell you though, sweetie, rather than telling Steve, you really ought to 
consider doing the exact same thing to him.  It's really not hard.  I could 
teach you.  I've done it lots of times," she giggled.  "Inside of a week, you 
would be completely in charge, and he would be kissing your ass and scrubbing 
your toilets."
       "Well, to each her own," she said, after a moment.  "You should do 
what makes you happy.  If you want a partner, then good for you.  I want a 
fucking slave, though.  Not a partner.  What?  Stop laughing!  I do!  I'm not 
going to have some man marching around my house thinking he is my equal!  I 
don't need a partner.  The only thing I want from a man is that he do exactly 
what I fucking tell him to do," she laughed, reaching her hand behind her 
back, pressing it to the back of Mitch's head, possessively pushing his face 
deeper into her ass.
       "Well thanks, sweetie.  You too.  Yeah, give me a call tomorrow, and 
I'll give you the update," Kate said.  "Okay.  Bye."  
       She hung up the phone, picked up the remote, and started her movie 
again.  Mitch lay behind her, still licking her ass obediently.  Kate smiled 
to herself, and arched her ass against his face as she watched her movie.  
Her conversation with Amber had no doubt been horribly humiliating for Mitch, 
all the more so because he had absolutely no recourse but to lay there and 
adoringly lick her backside the entire time.
       She paused the movie after another few minutes.  "Get me another glass 
of wine," she said quietly.
       Mitch quickly complied.  When he handed her the glass, she started her 
movie again, turning away from him.  "Put your face back in my ass," she 
ordered, smiling to herself as he obeyed her.  He licked her butt adoringly 
for the next hour or so, until the movie was over.
       Kate turned off the TV with the remote and said, "I think I would like 
to get ready for bed and read my book in bed for a while."  She stood up.  
"Come on," she said, taking Mitch's hand lightly in her own as he, too, rose 
to his feet.
       He washed her face, and put moisturizer on it.  She led him to the 
bedroom, and said, "Lay down just like last night.  Do it."  Mitch did not 
want to sleep the way he had last night, but he didn't dare dispute Kate's 
command.
       Kate brought her book into bed, and she lay down as she had last 
night, only this time, she lay facing the direction of Mitch's feet, rather 
than his head.  She reached behind herself and lifted his head, sliding her 
leg beneath it, and wrapping the other across the top of his neck, pulling 
his throat in snug against her crotch, just like last night ... only this 
time, Mitch's face was right below her butt, because she was facing the 
opposite direction.
       Kate hugged his throat in firmly against her sex, and she propped 
herself up on her elbow and opened her book.  She bent her legs at the knees, 
bringing her heels up against the back of Mitch's head, pushing his face in 
possessively against her bottom.
       "As long as you're down there," she giggled, "why don't you make 
yourself useful?"
       "Mmmm.  That's it," she said, as he began licking her ass again, and 
she bent her legs at the knee, pushing his face in against her bottom with the 
heels of her feet, feeling him struggle for breath against her crotch.  "Oh, yeah.  
Lick my ass.  You're getting more of my ass than you bargained for, aren't you?" 
she chuckled.  "Well, get used to it.  That's right.  Lick my tushy."
       Kate noticed that as soon as she had wrapped her legs around his 
throat and nuzzled his face up against her ass, Mitch had gotten an immediate 
erection.  Interesting, she thought.  He was clearly very attracted to her, and 
he was obviously finding elements of this lifestyle arousing.  Promising, indeed, 
she thought to herself.
       "That's it.  Keep licking my ass," she said, hugging his throat 
against her crotch, smirking to herself as he coughed for breath.  She opened her 
book and began reading.
       After about half an hour, Kate put her book down on her nightstand and 
turned off the light.  She lay her head down on her pillow, and she snuggled 
Mitch's throat in against her crotch, until she cut off his breath.  "Don't 
you dare stop licking my ass," she said firmly, pushing his face against her 
bottom with her heels on the back of his head.
       She let him breathe again, and he coughed in air and continued to lick 
her butt.  Kate continued to cut off his breathing, and to force him to choke 
in air against her sex as he kissed and licked her bottom.  "Mmmm," she said.  
"I love the feel of you choking helplessly for breath against my pussy," she 
said.  "Ohhh, yes."
       "This may be even better than last night, because not only am I 
forcing you to gasp for breath against my pussy, but you actually have to lay 
there and lick my ass while I choke you.  Mmmm.  That's it.  Choke.  How 
incredibly humiliating.  I'm depriving you of breath.  Basically using your 
throat as a sex toy.  Yet rather than making me stop or trying to get away, or
even complaining, you must lay there and lick my bottom.  Because you can't 
make me stop, and you can't get away, and you can't disobey me.  Ohhh, I love 
this," she moaned.
       "That's it.  Gasp.  Choke.  Lick me.  Oh, yes!" she sighed, as she 
climaxed against his throat, hugging her thighs around it, depriving him of 
breath as he continued to lick her bottom obediently.
       "Mmmm.  Oh, that was good," she said, loosening her thighs so that he 
could breathe.  She settled her head down on her pillow.  "I'm going to go to 
sleep now," she said.  "Good night, slave."
       "Good night, Mistress," Mitch returned, his speech muffled slightly 
against her firm bottom.
       "Kiss my ass good night, and then you may stop," she said.  "You've 
been licking it for almost three hours straight, poor dear.  It's good practice, 
though.  That's going to be one of your most important jobs from now on," she 
giggled.
       After Mitch stopped licking her, Kate relaxed her body.  She kept her 
legs bent at the knees, holding his face lightly against her bottom, and she 
pushed her crotch firmly against his throat, keeping her legs wrapped around 
his neck, so that he would have to struggle for breath once again, all night 
long.  And then she drifted comfortably off to sleep.
       Mitch did not, however.  He lay awake as thoughts swirled around in 
his head.  She was really something, this woman.  He was becoming more and 
more aroused by the humiliation.  That worried him.  But it thrilled him, 
perhaps more than it worried him.  To be this lovely girl's plaything.  It was 
almost ... exhilarating.  So intimate.  To belong to someone.  To be 
completely controlled by this beautiful woman, in every way.  To belong to her.  
To be completely at her whim.  
       And the sex, earlier that evening, had been the best Mitch had ever 
experienced.  Kate was beautiful, and she had been very good physically, 
during the sex.  It was much more than that, though.  To have her be the 
aggressor, completely ... to have no control whatsoever over the direction of 
their interlude.  Her ordering him where to kiss her, what to say to her.  
And to have her talking to him the entire time, saying all of those 
humiliating things to him.  
       Mitch had an even more difficult time getting to sleep that night than 
he had the night before.  Not only was he lying between Kate's legs, 
struggling for every breath with his throat snuggled in against her sex, but 
his face was pushed in against her bare bottom.  He never thought that he 
would enjoy kissing a woman's behind, and certainly not licking her asshole, 
as Kate had forced him to do.  But he found himself terrifically aroused each 
time he was required to kiss and lick her ass.  It was just such a 
humiliating, subservient thing to be forced to do.  She had all of the power, 
and he had none whatsoever.  There could be no ambiguity about that.  None 
whatsoever.  Not to mention the fact that she had a fantastic ass.  Mitch ought 
to know ... he had spent about four or five hours of that day with his face in 
it.  To be forced to sleep with his face pressed against her bottom like this 
was so utterly humiliating.  And yet, he had a tremendous erection, and he 
continued to have one that entire night, even after he finally fell asleep.  
       She woke him several times that night, as she rolled over in her 
sleep.  At one point, she rolled over onto her back, and he was forced to lay 
with his face beneath her left buttock for about an hour, an hour during 
which it practically impossible for him to breathe.  And he had utterly no 
choice but to lay there, struggling meekly for breath, trying with all his 
might to be still so as not to wake her.  Just like the night before, though, 
she finally settled down, and Mitch was able to go to sleep.
       
       The next morning was Sunday, and it was Mitch who woke first.  He 
hadn't slept well at all, but the light came streaming in through a crack in 
the curtains, and it woke him.  He began to think about what Kate might have 
in store for him today, and he couldn't get back to sleep.  He didn't dare 
wake her, though, so he just lay still, struggling for breath against her 
crotch, with his face pressed lightly against her bottom as she slumbered.
       Mitch knew that she was awake when he felt her flex her thigh muscles 
around her neck, cutting off his breath against her crotch.  She loosened her 
grip on him after a moment, giggling as he coughed against her and saying, 
"Good morning, slave."
       "Good morning, Mistress," Mitch returned.  He immediately began 
kissing her ass good morning.  She mashed his face into her ass with her 
ankles as he licked her.
       After a few minutes, she released him and stood up.  He silently 
followed her to the bathroom, knelt before her as she went, and wiped her 
when she was finished.  He quickly went to the bathroom, too, and then he 
washed both of their hands.  He brushed her teeth, bathed her, shaved her 
legs, and dried her with a towel.
       Kate selected a t-shirt, no bra, and he put it on her.  She told him 
she wouldn't be needing a skirt.  Not yet at least.  He did her hair and her 
makeup as she sat at her dressing table.  He made the bed.
       "Lie down on the bed," she told him.  "I want to talk about something 
before you make me breakfast."  He did as she said.
       Kate climbed onto the bed, and she straddled his head.  She brought 
herself down on his face, so that her crotch was right on his mouth, but his 
eyes and nose were not covered.  She spread her knees apart on either side of 
his head, settling down on his face with all of her weight, and she put her 
hands on her hips and looked down into his eyes.
       "Just lie there and listen," she said.  "I assume I have your 
attention?" she smirked.
       "Yes, Mistress," he answered, his voice muffled against her crotch.
       "Good," she said.  "It is no doubt apparent to you that you are not the 
first man I have ever beaten up.  I've bullied quite a few guys over the years.  
They always brought it on themselves, by being disrespectful to me, as you did.  
And I do not tolerate disrespect.  I also enjoy it, though.  Hurting a man.  
Bringing him to tears.  Humiliating him.  Forcing him to do whatever I tell 
him to.  Because he has to, because he is left with no other option.  Forcing
him to admit to himself that he is totally defeated."
       "In all of those other cases, I only kept the boy for a day or two, 
and then I let him go.  Or, in a couple of instances, I had to leave him in 
front of the emergency room at the hospital, because he wasn't able to go on 
his own.  Some of them didn't want to go.  They came to like being abused by 
me.  But I was finished with them, and so I sent them on their way.  They were, 
of course, much to embarrassed to have ever said a word about their experience 
with me to anyone."
       "I'd like to think I'm becoming a little more mature, now, though," 
she continued.  "And I don't want to live this way forever.  I mean, I do.  
Don't get me wrong.  I will have complete and total control in any 
relationship I have with a man.  I won't have it any other way.  I just mean, 
I'm really feeling like I might like to settle down with someone.  And, I 
like you quite well ..." she was silent for a moment.
       "So," she finally continued, looking down into his eyes as she sat on 
his face, "I'm going to give you a choice.  Listen carefully, now."
       "Your first choice is to leave and go back to your life.  Amber knows 
what I have done, and she may tell Steve, and he may tell some of your other 
friends.  So you may have some embarrassment, but you can basically still 
just pick up the pieces and move on.  If you make that choice, I may keep you 
for a while longer today, to entertain myself, just because I want to, and 
because you can't do anything about it, but I'll let you go at some point, 
and you can go back to work tomorrow and just get on with your life.  You 
won't see or hear from me again.  That's choice number one."
       "Now," she continued, looking down into his face, shifting her weight 
on his mouth slightly, "let me tell you about choice number two."
       "Choice number two is that you stay with me from now on.  I'm going to 
describe how I envision that working, what I would expect that to be like, in 
as much detail as I can, so you can make an informed decision."
       "If you decide to stay with me, it would essentially be the last 
decision you ever make," she said.  "You would finish getting me dressed, and 
you would put your clothes on, too.  You would make me breakfast.  Then, we 
would go over to your place.  I would choose some of your possessions to take 
with us for you to have here.  Probably some clothes, maybe a few other 
personal effects as I see fit.  We would bring them back here for you to use.  
They would be my things, though.  You will own nothing.  Everything of yours 
that I do not choose to keep, we will sell or donate to charity.  I will keep 
any proceeds from the things that we sell."
       "You will empty your bank accounts, and sell any securities that you 
own, and give the money to me.  You will essentially turn over everything 
that you own to me."  She paused for a moment, looking down into his eyes, 
feeling herself become slightly aroused simply by virtue of describing this 
scenario to him, as she sat perched on his face, with him looking meekly up 
at her.
       "You will live here with me.  Everything will be mine.  You will own 
nothing.  We will cut up your credit cards, and close all of your accounts.  
When I determine that you need money for something, I will give it to you.  I 
will know about everything that you do, and I will have been the one to have 
told you to do it in the first place, so you will have no need of any other 
source for money but me.  You will make no decisions about acquiring things 
or spending money, or about anything else for that matter.  Everything that 
you do, you will be doing because I have ordered you to do it.  So I'll know 
when you need money, and how much, and I will give it to you."
       "You will eat what I give you, when I give it to you.  You will wear 
what I tell you to wear, which often will be not much of anything.  You will 
have no hobbies because you will have no time for yourself, except when you 
are asleep.  Every waking moment will be spent in my service.  I will be your 
hobby."
       "Tomorrow, you will quit your job," she continued.  "I will be your 
job, from now on.  We will be quite comfortable without your income.  I make 
very good money at my job, plus we will have whatever you turn over to me.  
Your job will be to attend to me.  Every minute of every day.  Whether we are 
together or apart at any given moment, that will be the entire purpose of 
your existence, to attend to my needs and wants."  She paused again, studying 
his face.
       "Eventually, we will be married," she said finally.  "You will take my 
name.  You will not see any of your friends anymore, unless they happen to be 
involved somehow with my friends, like Steve is currently with Amber.  You will 
have no time for friends, and no need of them.  Your every moment will be spent 
serving me."
       "I will not hide the nature of our relationship with my friends.  I 
will tell them what I want, at my discretion.  They will tell who they want 
to tell.  When we are with them, as long as there are no outsiders present, I 
will expect you to act as you would if the two of us were alone.  In other 
words, if we are alone with one or more of my friends, and I tell you to suck 
my toes, you will suck my toes, right in front of them."
       "I will be willing," she continued, "to put on an act, when we are in 
public with people who we do not know or do not know well.  In those 
situations, I will tell you very specifically beforehand what I expect of 
you, and if at any time you are unsure what I want of you, I will try to let 
you know discreetly.  I will do the same when we are around your family."
       "Yes," she said.  "Of course, you will be allowed to see your family.  
Not excessively, but you will be allowed to see them, and to speak to them on 
the phone, and I will not expect that they should know the true nature of our 
relationship.  That would be uncomfortable for both of us."
       "During the work week, mornings will be much as they have been this 
last couple of days, except perhaps a little more fast-paced.   You will 
bathe me, and dress me, and do my hair and makeup.  I will sit on your face, 
just like this, and give you any special instructions for that day, like what 
I want to eat at each meal, what chores I expect you to do, and so forth.  
You will fix me breakfast and take me to work."
       "Your mornings and afternoons will be filled with housework, yard 
work, and shopping.  Each day you will bring me lunch at my office, and I 
will eat it at my desk in my office, while you kneel beneath my desk and lick 
my feet ... and lick anywhere else I tell you to lick," she smirked.  "I may 
occasionally have other lunch plans, in which case you will simply have more 
time to do chores for me."
       "You will pick me up from work, and you will have dinner ready and 
waiting when we get back home.  I will have told you that morning what I want 
to eat at each meal.  The evenings will generally be spent with you attending 
to me, physically.  That might be doing my nails, it might be sobbing for 
mercy as I crush you between my thighs, it might be licking my pussy, or 
kissing my feet while I read or watch TV.  It will be whatever I feel like at 
that moment.  I will use you for whatever pleasure I wish to experience."
       "You will sleep in my bed, in a variety of positions which I find 
stimulating, much as you have the last couple of nights.  I know that you 
have not slept well, but perhaps you will get used to it.  You may also have 
the time to nap during the day if you accomplish all of the tasks I have 
assigned you," she said.
       "We will have sex.  Much of the time, you will just get me off, as you 
have this weekend.  I have a fairly active sex drive, and I find my total 
dominance of you very arousing.  So I very much enjoy making you get me off 
while I hurt and humiliate you.  We will, however, have intercourse fairly 
often, as well.  I will initiate it, and I will do the fucking.  You will do 
only what I tell you to do, and nothing else.  Just like last night."
       "When you are disobedient, or when you do things which displease me, 
you will be harshly disciplined.  You will be spanked, you will be crushed, 
you will be humiliated.  I will do these things at my discretion, because I 
enjoy them, and because they will help you to serve me better.  I will 
usually be reasonable, however I will have no obligation to be fair."
       "Someday, when I decide I am ready, we will have children.  You will 
take care of them while I continue to work.  We will obviously, at that 
point, have to reexamine how we conduct our private life, but we will cross 
that bridge when we come to it.  Nothing will change in terms of our 
relationship ... we will just have to figure out how to carry on without 
exposing the children to anything inappropriate."
       "In short, you will forfeit your freedom to me, completely.  You will 
be my possession, my servant, my slave, my personal attendant, my plaything, 
my ass licker, my sex toy, my bitch.  You will wash me, dress me, feed me, 
wipe my ass, lick me, and worship me."  She looked quietly down into his eyes 
for several moments, her hands on her hips, the full weight of her body on 
his face as she straddled it.
       After a few minutes more of sitting on his face in silence, Kate slid 
off of him, and sat on the bed next to him.  She noted that he was hard as a 
rock as he lay there.
       She put her hand beneath his shoulder and pulled him upward, quietly 
saying, "Sit up.  That's it.  Sit right here, next to me."
       Kate put her arm around his waist, turning her head to look into his 
eyes.  She put her other hand on his erection.  She wrapped her fingers 
lightly around the shaft of his penis.
       "Are you frightened of me?" she asked him quietly, studying his eyes.
       "Mistress?" he asked, shivering as she moved her fingers lightly on 
his erection.
       "Do you fear me?" she asked.
       "Y-y-yes, Mistress," he said meekly.
       "As well you should," she smiled, moving her hand absently on his 
throbbing erection.  "Now," she said, "do you trust me?"
       Mitch was quiet for a moment.
       She smiled, running her fingers up and back on his penis.  "Do you 
trust me?" she repeated.
       "Yes.  Yes, Mistress," he answered, and she could tell that he meant 
it.
       "Good," she said.  "You may be afraid of answering me incorrectly.  
You may fear that I prefer one answer over the other, and that the wrong 
answer will incur my wrath.  I will not deny my preference for one answer 
over the other, but know, please know, that I want for you to make this 
decision freely.  You may only make it once.  You will not have the 
opportunity to change your mind.  Once you forfeit yourself to me, I will be 
making all of the decisions.  So know that I will be fully respectful of your 
decision.  You need not fear the consequences.  Do you understand?" she 
asked, looking into his eyes as she ran her fingernail down the length of his 
penis.
       "Y-yes, Mistress," he answered.
       "And what is your answer?" she asked.
       "I ... I choose you, Mistress," he said.
       Kate smiled, running her fingernail over his testicles as he continued 
to throb.  "Are you absolutely certain?" she asked.
       "Yes, Mistress," he answered.  "I'm certain."
       "Tell me," she said, looking into his eyes.  "Why on earth would you 
agree to give up everything that you had ... your things, your freedom, your 
pride ... everything?  Why would you give all of that up for me?"
       "I ... I adore you, Mistress," he answered quietly.  "I love you.  I 
worship you.  I need nothing else."
       Kate smiled sweetly.  She took off her t-shirt, and she pulled his 
face against her bosom.  "No, look up into my eyes," she said, hugging his 
face against her chest.
       She looked down into his eyes.  "I love you, too, dear," she said.  
"Know that I will always do what is best for us.  I will take care of you.  
You are giving up complete control over all aspects of your life, so just 
know that your needs will be met." 
       Kate put her hands on the sides of his face, and pulled him away from 
her breast.  She tilted his head up and brought her own face down close to 
his.  She put her lips on his lips and held them there, looking into his 
eyes.  "Now," she said, smirking, after another moment.  "Why don't you lick 
my pussy?"
       "Yes, Mistress," he answered, and moved down the bed to her crotch.
       Kate stacked up the pillows on the bed and lay back on them, looking 
down at him as he positioned his head between her legs.  She reached her 
hands forward and pulled his face in tightly against her sex.  She wrapped 
her left leg around the back of his head, using it to pull him in against 
her.
       "Ohhh, that's it," she moaned as he put his tongue in her, looking 
obediently up into her eyes.  "Lick your mistress.  Mmmm.  Lick me.  Put your 
tongue in me and lick.  I own you.  You belong to me.  Lick my pussy.  Mmmm."
       Kate extended her leg beneath his body as he crouched on his hands and 
knees, licking her.  She found his erection with her foot and took it between 
her two largest toes.  She giggled as his body shivered.  "Keep licking me," 
she said sternly, looking down into his eyes.
       She moved her foot up and down on his erection.  "Lick your mistress," 
she said.  "Ohhh, yes.  Lick my pussy, slave.  Lick me."
       Kate giggled as he climaxed, saying, "Looks like you'll be doing 
laundry again today, won't you?  Mmmm."  She wrapped her other leg around his 
head and pulled his face in tight against her crotch.  "Oh, God, yes!  Lick 
me!" she sighed, as she climaxed.  She held him in against her possessively 
for several minutes, looking down into his eyes.
       When she finally released him, she said, "I believe you soiled my 
foot, slave.  You had better clean it."  She paused, looking down into his 
eyes.  "With your tongue.  Do it."  She looked into his eyes as he obediently 
crawled to her foot and licked it clean.
       Afterwards, Mitch dressed Kate, and put on his own clothes.  He made 
her breakfast, and then he took her to his house.  She selected a few 
articles of clothing for him to bring back to her house.  She told him that 
she would take him shopping the next evening after dinner to buy the kind of 
clothes that she wanted him to wear.  She selected a few various personal 
items, toiletries, and so forth.  She made him gather up documents pertaining 
to his finances and his other belongings.  Then they returned to her house.
       Kate spent the rest of that afternoon going over Mitch's finances, as 
she sat on his face, forcing him to lick her ass while she made arrangements 
to assume ownership all of his belongings.  She finished with about an hour 
or so before dinner, so she passed the time crushing his belly between her 
thighs until he sobbed and groveled with her to have mercy on him.
       After Mitch made her dinner and washed the dishes, Kate spent the next 
several hours sitting on his face, with her sex directly over his mouth, 
giving him more specifics about her expectations of him, now that he belonged 
to her.  She took a break for a while to talk on the phone with her friend, 
Amber, and to tell her about the events of the day, as she sat on Mitch's 
face, looking down into his eyes.  She made Mitch lick her while she was on 
the phone.  "That's right, lick your mistress," she said, covering the 
telephone receiver.
       When Kate brought him to bed for the night, she bid him to kiss her 
ass goodnight before they got into bed.  After he had complied, she again 
made him lay down on the bed horizontally.  She crawled into bed and propped 
her head up.  She took his head between her thighs, and she settled his mouth 
in firmly against her sex.  Looking down into his eyes with a smirk on her 
face, she crossed her legs behind his head, pressing his mouth in tight 
against her crotch.
       "You'll sleep with your head trapped between my thighs tonight, with 
your face pressed right up against my pussy," she said.  "Good night, slave."
       "Good night, Mistress," he replied, his speech impeded by his mouth 
being pressed firmly against her crotch, his voice muffled between her 
powerful thighs.
       She looked down into his eyes as she snuggled his head between her 
legs.  "Start licking," she told him.  "I'll let you know when you can stop."  
She lay her head down on her pillow and smiled to herself as she felt him 
comply obediently.