MasterCong
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The following is a story of choices. We all make them and we all have to live with the consequences of the choices we make. As I sit here writing my letter and digitally recording my slave eagerly service every cock placed in front of and in her, I think back to the day it all began … PRELUDE The campus was in full bloom and another year was almost in the books. It was late May and the students had one more week before finals and graduation. Most were diligently working to improve their grades. Our boarding school was the best in the nation having graduated Supreme Court justices, Senators and even a President. The valedictorian had his or her choice of a full scholarship to any college of their choice. I knew the day was going to be an aggravating day as it was the final time the parents would be allowed to visit before campus closed for the final push. You would think this would be happy occasion for the school, and the parents would spend the day with their overachieving children. However, these parents cared more about meeting with the Dean to try and peddle influence for their aspiring student. I looked at my calendar and had meetings running from 7:00am to 7:00pm. Finally it was 6:00pm and time for my last meeting. I took a deep breath as I knew Mr. Sullivan would be bounding through the door at any minute. Bill Sullivan was a wealthy southern redneck who made his fortune in the oil industry, and he was a racist. He was unable to hide his disdain for me ever since I beat out his oldest son for valedictorian 19 years ago, accusing me of cheating because no “ni….” could have beating out his son. I knew he was here to talk about Amy, his youngest child from his trophy wife marriage. Unknown and as a surprise to all, Amy was going to be this year’s surprise Valedictorian. Our school not only determines the Valedictorian based upon published GPA, but also extra-curricular activities, teacher evaluations and college interviews. Amy was going to be the school’s first Valedictorian to overcome a more than 500 point deficit in cumulative test score because the other factors. I knew Bill had no way of knowing this, so he was going to try and strong arm me into boosting his trust fund princess. Bill bounded through the door without even waiting for my secretary to announce him. He ignored my extended hand and bellowed: “Mike, I want to get straight to the point. You and I have never seen eye to eye ever since you cheated my son. I want to offer you a chance to finally make it right. I know Amy’s in contention for Valedictorian and I want you to see that she doesn’t win.” I was taken completely by surprised and didn’t know how to respond. He noticed the look on my face and continued: “Do you understand what I’m telling you?” I gathered myself and replied that other than the published test scores, the scoring for Valedictorian was confidential and many factors went into determining the winner. I told him it was not my place to interfere, but if he had relevant information as to why Amy was not a qualified candidate, it would be put in her file and weighted accordingly. He started to protest, but I quickly told him that if he wasn’t willing to share why she shouldn’t be Valedictorian, that I wouldn’t intervene. Finally, he relented: “Mike, 10 years ago I established an irrevocable trust for my daughter. Upon graduation, she is to receive $100,000,000, if an only if she graduates as Valedictorian. The trust is fully funded, and by law, the corpus passes automatically if she graduates as Valedictorian. The economy has taken a downturn and I need that money back. The only way I can recover the corpus, is if Amy fails to graduate as Valedictorian.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Here was a man trying to sabotage his daughter’s future. Bill Sullivan may no longer have belonged to the “Billionaire’s Club”, but he was far from hurting. When I told him I wouldn’t interfere, he offered me a $10,000,000 bribe, and become incensed when I refused. He stormed out of my office threatening to have me replaced. Finally, my day was over and I went home to rest. FINALS WEEK - DAY ONE I arrived at my office early the next day. I was still in disbelief over my conversation with Sullivan. I was concerned over his threat to replace me, but not enough to interfere on his behalf. Amy was superficially likeable, which is to say she fooled most people with her exaggerated kindness. In reality, she was cut from the same cloth as her father, a born and breed southern racist. I remember overhearing her talking to her cheerleader friends. The topic of dating a black man came up and I heard Amy remark – “I’d never date a nig, uh um, black man, daddy would kill me. I knew her to be a product of how she was raised, so I refused to hold it against her. Besides, Amy worked too hard to earn Valedictorian for me to steal it from her. She was head cheerleader, volunteered at the food bank and tutored students. I knew she did this to overcome her academic point deficit as opposed to genuine altruism, but there’s nothing wrong that. She earned it. The next voice I heard was my secretary – “Amy Sullivan’s here to see you”. I rolled my eyes and instructed my secretary to let her in. Amy came walking through the door in a completely different manner than I was use to. She was in uniform, but the top 3 buttons on her blouse were undone and her skirt looked shorter than usual, as if it had been hemmed. She certainly was an alluring young woman, with long reddish-brown hair, perky B/C - cup breasts, a flat stomach, shapely legs and a tight ass. She loved to display her attributes while working out at the school gym. She was in tip top shape and loved showing her body whenever possible. I was seated behind my desk as she sauntered to my desk. I was taken aback when she casually sat on the corner of my desk, smiled and spoke: “Mr. Robinson, I know I’m behind in the race for Valedictorian and was wondering if there was anything I could to earn extra credit.” I told her the scoring for Valedictorian was well defined, and although she was behind academically, her list of extra-curricular activities was impressive and her teacher’s evaluations and college interviews were also scored. I let her know all but the published test scores were confidential, but she was still in contention for Valedictorian, and should focus her energy on studying for finals. She smiled demurely and said: “I know I’m more than 500 points behind academically and no one’s ever made up that kind of deficit. I really want to win Valedictorian and am willing to do anything you want to earn it, if you know what I mean. I’ll do anything you want”. She then started to lean over to expose the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. In doing so, she accidentally tipped over her purse which she had placed on my desk and a recording device fell out. She was startled and froze, unable to speak. I grabbed the recording and said: “Amy, I think I understand what you mean and I decline your advance, it’s inappropriate. I’m confident you can still win Valedictorian without doing anything personally for me. All you need to do is focus your attention on your finals, and you have as good or better chance as anyone to be the school's Valedictorian.” I then switched off the digital recorder and instructed her to sit down. I told her to shut-up and listen closely to everything I was about to say: “I’m tired of you Sullivans thinking they can manipulate me. Your father was in here last night and offered me $10,000,000 to keep you from graduating Valedictorian. He told me there was a $100,000,000 trust fund that would revert back to him if you failed to graduate Valedictorian. I told him to get out of my office. I am willing to forget our conversation and recommend that you leave my office, forget what you offered, concentrate on your finals and let the chips fall where they may. However, if you don’t want to trust the process, and you still want to offer yourself to me, these are my terms. I enjoy humiliating and sexually using bitchy little sluts like you. You can earn the following “extra-credit” points: 1. 20 points for a blowjob or face fucking with cum swallowing 2. 20 points for regular fucking 3. 25 points for ass fucking 4. 30 points for bondage and punishment 5. 40 points for pictures of you fucking and/or sucking 6. 50 points for public humiliation and nudity 7. 50 points for a video of you fucking and/or sucking 8. 100 points for drinking piss 9. 100 points for fucking and sucking multiple partners Also, you will receive a deduction of 10 points for each rule violation. The rules: 1. Always refer to me as Sir or Master 2. Don’t be late 3. Beg for the right to orgasm 4. Thank me for allowing you to orgasm These are simple rules, there’s usually many more, but with only a week remaining, there isn’t enough time to adequately train you. You and you alone will get to choose how you earned the points. Everything that happens will be at your request, and you will have to beg me for the right to earn them. I will oblige your requests, but only after sufficient groveling, and no more than 2 of any individually activity per day. Therefore, you can only give me 2 blowjobs in one day. etc.” Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor and I saw her shiver. She seemed to shift uncomfortably in her chair. I then heard her mumbling to herself: “500 points, 7 days, 71 points per day. Sex with a blowjob twice a day equals 80 …” I felt the need to interrupt her. “Amy, you need to think about what you’re getting yourself into. It’s not going to be as easy as you think. I think you should have faith in yourself and concentrate on your studies, but the choice is yours and yours alone.” I smiled as she replied – “I want to make sure I graduate Valedictorian and am willing to do anything. I want to earn the extra points” I told her to get to class and if she was still serious at day's end, to get her ass to my house by 7:00pm. I gave her directions through the path in the woods that led to the back door entrance so no one would see her. I got home at 6:00 and ate dinner. I then got into the shower to masturbate a few times. I had a raging hard-on all day thinking about fucking Amy, and I believed she was going to chicken out. Also, I wasn’t about to make it easy for her. If she truly wanted to earn the unneeded extra points, she was going to have to work for my cum. I jacked myself off twice before leaving the shower. I towel dried and went to the basement to wait for Amy’s knock, if she ever showed. 7:00 came and went, and just as I was about to give up, I heard a timid knock. I opened the door to find Amy standing there. She was still dressed in her uniform and looked amazing. I let her inside and closed the door. The basement was my private playroom. The furnishings were sparse other than my BDSM equipment: wooden cross, pummel horse, suspension pulley, couch, restraints on the wall, cage and a bed with chains and cuffs attached to the four posts. Amy started to retreat and I opened the door for her to leave, but she stopped. I began: “Is there something you want to ask me” She hesitated and replied: “Please fuck me.” “You have to do better than that”, I said She started to turn red and offered “Please, I’m so horny and need you inside me” “Prove it” I said She started to strip. My cock was straining against my pants. I was fully engorged and the bulge in my pants was evident. I noticed Amy’s eyes affixed to my crotch as she unwittingly licked her lips. “Please give it to me, I need it” she said as she started to massage her clit and pinch her nipples. She came close to me and started to kiss me. I grabbed her hair firmly and held her head to mine. I kissed her deeply and my hands found her nipples. I pinched them and she winced, but moaned. I put my hand between her thighs and she was dripping wet. Her juices were running down her leg and onto the floor. “Oh god, that feels so good, please fuck me” she moaned. I spun her around and bent her over the horse. I undid my pants and my cock sprang out slapping against her ass. I started to rub it against her ass and she pleaded “I can’t wait anymore. I need it now. Fuck me hard”. I placed the head of my cock against her opening and paused. She started to moan - “Plea…” and I thrust as hard as I could into her dripping pussy. She screamed “…EASSSE. Oh god, yes, it feels so good.” Her body began to shudder and convulse. I felt her pussy contract, and she momentarily held her breath before releasing a loud and intense moan. Her juices started to pour out of her pussy and onto the floor. I lifted her up and carried her to the bed. I laid down and she got on top of me. She was riding me cowgirl. She was moaning loudly as she leaned back, put her hands on my legs for leverage and violently pivoted her hips back and forth. She started to moan loudly and I reached up and pinched her nipples. Her arousal grew, so I started to slap her tits. She squealed with delight and I felt her pussy contract and her juices started to drip down my balls. I grabbed her hips, lifted us up and rolled her underneath me. I pinned lifted her legs and pinned her ankles behind her head. She was squealing with delight as I pounded her pussy “fuck me harder, fuck my pussy, it feels so good. I never had it like this. Oh my god…” - as she let out a shrill. Once again her body shuddered and convulsed as her juices saturated the sheets. She started to beg “I can’t take it anymore. I want to suck your dick.” She was rubbing her clit when I pulled out and straddled her chest. She opened her mouth and accepted my cock. Her mouth was warm and wet and I started to thrust. I felt her hands wiggling underneath my ass and realized she was playing with herself. My cock started to hit the back of her throat and she started to gag. This excited us even more and I began to thrust harder. Her hands were working feverishly on her clit and she started to buck. I thrust balls deep and her eyes were nearly bulging out of her head. She started bucking violently and tears were running down her cheeks. I couldn’t hold it anymore as I felt myself ready to blow. I began pumping and her eyes rolled back and her juices exploded out of her pussy. I started to cum at the same time she tried to breath. She expelled my cock from her mouth and accidentally spewed my cum back at me. I rolled off of her and couldn’t believe how soaked the sheets were. She smiled and said “I didn’t realize earning 40 points could be so much fun”. It almost (almost) broke my heart when I informed her she didn’t earn 40 points, but lost 80. She briefly started to protest when the realization kicked in, and she simply muttered “The Rules”. I explained: “Total deductions, minus 100 – minus 10 for being late, minus 10 for not calling me Master or Sir (and I was being quite gracious because I could subtract 10 for every time you addressed me), minus 40 for not asking permission the 4 times you came and minus 40 for not thanking me for the 4 times you came.” She retorted, “but I earned 40, 20 for the sex and 20 for the blowjob” I responded “the blowjob includes cum swallowing and you spit it out. You failed to earn those 20”. She started to protest until I held up my hand and spoke: “Amy, you made a choice. I advised you it wouldn’t be as easy as you thought. You chose to accept my terms. The rules are the rules. We can end this arrangement at any time. You’ve lost 80 points tonight, but you can earn them back tomorrow. There’s a strip club about an hour from here and tomorrow night’s amateur night. You can earn 50 points for dancing on stage. It is full nudity, and you’ll have to bring your driver’s license and sign a release. The choice is yours. We can end this tonight” The silence was awkward until Amy finally spoke – “What’s the name of the place and what time should I be there”.
< Message edited by MasterCong -- 9/12/2012 9:32:23 PM >
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