XP06 2

'Would you like me to fuck you, Colin?'

I didn't hesitate. I remembered Vera spanking me.

'Yes, Master. But I've been a naughty girl. I deserve to be spanked.'

As he laid me across his knee, I felt very girly and wished I had my pretty knickers on for him to pull down and humiliate me.

It was only when his hard smacks started that I recalled my strapping from the night before. It was agony and I started to scream and beg. He relented and had me lean over a chair as he fucked me to a blissful and mutual orgasm.

He let me shower with him and made breakfast. Over the meal, he asked me why I was a naughty girl – rather than boy. I explained about Vera.

He asked if I would come back next week and let him use me again. I wanted him to make his strange masterful love to me again. I begged to be his slave. He said he would only see me again if I wrote up my experiences of bisexuality and cross dressing in the form of a short story. I typed every night that week and returned to Master's house with the result.

'Not bad for a beginner,' he said after reading through my story, while I stood awaiting his approval or disapproval 'but there are several grammatical errors. I'll need to punish you'.

'Of course,' I said.

He ordered me to strip and touch my toes. He showed me his cane. He made me kiss it and beg servilely to be beaten. The he fucked my arse and made me come. I had to lick up my mess off the floor and lick his penis clean. I tried to understand why I didn't mind; tried to understand how he had turned me from a straight, independent man into his sex slave so incredibly quickly. Then I looked in his grey eyes and knew. He was my natural master. I was born for this; born to serve him.

I returned regularly, always with a new story, always for a beating. Sometimes Master was away and Mrs Prentice would look over my literary ramblings. Invariably, she would beat me for some error or other. I always think of Master's love while she whips me.

He gives me to other men sometimes. They fuck me and sometimes tie me up and sometimes beat me too. I don't mind. It proves my love for my master. He keeps me naked when I'm here. Only Mrs Prentice's boys are allowed nice girly clothes. I don't mind. It proves my love for my master. I'm not allowed to come except when Master orders it. He's forbidden me to fuck both women and men; my semen belongs only to him. . I don't mind. It proves my love for my master.

*****

Colin leant back in his chair and bowed his head as his deep but servile voice faded to a bare whisper. Mr Prentice smiled and clapped. Everyone else applauded.

'Thank you, Colin,' said Mrs Prentice. 'I think we should hear from our most successful author next. It's time for Miss Charlotte O'Kane to tell her story.'

The middle-aged woman sitting next to Emma sat up in her chair and began. 'I didn't start writing until I was about 35. My first book . . .'

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