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Sara and Jeff
By Sir Stryker
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Sara Berger had it all. She was in her senior year at an ivy league college. President of the most popular club on campus. She had her own three room suite in a expensive condo building, paid for by the club of course. Her clothes, her books, even her car was paid for. In fact, all she had to do was occasionally show up for a lecture or two, flash those deadly steel blue eyes, shake those long straight lines of gold hair, which hung neatly trimmed, at the top of her shapely ass, and then brighten the room with her smile. That was all it took for Sara Berger to win the world. It was just that simple. A no brainier.
Sara had be beautiful all her life. Sure, sure all children are cute, but she was extra special, superb in fact. Her parents always made over her. Her family and relatives did also. Even the local pastor and her grade school teachers made such a fuss over little pretty Sara. It was in grained into her very core that she was beautiful. And it didn’t take long for her to grow to realize what such a gift of presence could afford her.
Her usual array of gifts received for birthdays or holidays included weekends at various health spas, pedicures, trips to the salon, nudist summer camps, (for health aspects you know?) trips to wine country to work in vineyards and wineries for the experience of it. Ski holidays in Aspen, Well, you get the message. She had just about everything most of us would die for.
Her attitude also grew as large as her ego. She felt that she could have just about anything, or anybody she wanted. That made her quite a bit unpopular.
It seems there was one occasion when MS Berger laid her eyes on one Jeffery Carson. Young Jeff was the school foot ball hero. A six foot four, 225 pound, blonde haired, blue eyed, quarterback. The star of the district.
Jeff had a promising NFL career ahead of him. Scouts from several teams had already been to several games. They had been talking with the Dean and the coach on more than one occasion.
No body knew that their favorite gridiron hero had a darker side which intertwined with the game they loved so much. Well, you have heard of the saying, ‘it takes one to know one?’ Sara Berger knew Jeff Carson’s secret alright. From the first moment they had set eyes on each other she knew. He knew it too! Her eyes locked on his, his head immediately bowed, and his eyes flew to the fresh pedicure on her toes. And his bulge thickened in his jeans. Oh yes dear readers, they both knew. Jeff was a submissive and Sara, a Domme.
His cell phone rang as Jeff was just finishing dressing in the locker room. He tried to shoulder the phone and shield his conversation from the other players.
“Hello Mistress,” he whispered softly.
She understood his embarrassment at once.
“Are you ashamed of Me you little bastard?” she hissed.
“No Ma’am, I am your worthless worm My Queen,” Jeff loudly proclaimed. A wide receiver was toweling off not far from him, but figured as long as the kid kept winning, he could be as freaky as he wanted to be off the field, and ignored it.
“Much better My pet,” Sara cooed into the phone.
“I shall require your services tonight boy.”
“Yes Mistress, of course Ma’am.”
“You are going to perform for My friends and I, a sort of girls night out with you as the main attraction, My pet.”
“Anything you wish Madam Sara. I live to serve and gain pleasure at your satisfaction Mistress.”
“Such a big strong football player, hero to the masses, ha! If they only knew.
Jeff stood transfixed, listening to the soothing and most sensual voice of his Mistress wash deep into his waiting ear.
“If they only knew that their champion of today’s game, with his five touchdown passes and two scoring runs, was only just last night here, in My game room, strapped to the cross on the wall.
Oh My darling boy, I remember how your taught young little ass bounced as I canned you so nicely.”
A sly snicker now comes over the line. Jeff shudders and feels his nipples begin to harden, as almost any slaves would at times like this. At times when their Owner decides to spend time with them. This was one of those times. Jeff relished in these times when Mistress chose to spend her time with him. Even over the phone.
She continued.
“I have spoken with the girls about you boy. They all are most interested in observing you. I have of course offered you as One might offer a friend the use of a spare coat in a rain storm. I told them to forget what you may do on some sweaty, dirty, football field, full of nasty fat men’s sweat and spit and blood. I told them to think of you as this weeks piece of male meat. The flavor of the week ya know?”
Then she snickered at first, and began a full belly laugh. At the expense of the slave on the other end of the phone line. The slave who was now inwardly smiling himself. A smile that knew he had brought comfort to his Mistress, and this after all was his very purpose, and pleasure in life.
As Mistress Sara Berger continued in Her speech about past experiences She and Jeff had shared, Jeff let his mind slip into retrospect as well. He thought about the time she had him naked. He was to leave off from his present task of sniffing the undersides of her feet. She had just finished a day of jogging, walking, exercises, all in her sneekers with out socks.
Foot worship began early on in T/their relationship. It took only that first meeting when Sara noticed his foot fetish.
“Shit!,” she thought to herself with a smile, “foot boys are easy.”
It didn’t take long before Sara had Jeff used to being naked and crawling into her shoe closet sniffing out the dirtiest pair or shoes, and bringing them to her throne in his mouth and kneeling up at her.
Jeff thought of the game She’d taught him called, “Slap the doggie,” with a fond smile, as he heard the soft tone of her voice continuing somewhere in the back of his head.
Slap the doggie meant Jeff naked, as always, on his hands and knees with a pair of her old shoes in his mouth. Sara has wrapped a piece of heather around Jeff’s cock and secured it with Velcro. The thing is though, before She wrapped the leather around his cock, She’s pounded thumb tacks through to the inside of it. They weren’t long carpenter nails, but the tiny heads were not comfortable either. Well, they made little or no matter to Jeff’s entrapped penis, unless of course it happened to get hard. There wasn’t much room inside the bound leather sheaf. Especially one that decided to grow.
Well the doggie now must crawl around the throne of his Mistress and there is only one rule in the game:
DO NOT DROP A SHOE!
As he crawled around Her, his nostrils filled with the sweaty leather scent, the very essence of his Mistress, She raised her cane and slapped his ass cheek hard. A struggled yelp escaped from his throat. His ass twitched with the force of the blow. A red strip rose up swiftly as a testimony of the pain. And his balls flew up and forced his captive cock to slam against his belly. This caused the thumb tacks to scratch his sensitive cock head. Another sharp yet muffled moan leapt from his throat, then a smile crossed his lips.
Another game T/they enjoyed was called:
AUTO JERK
This game consisted of Jeff being tied to a straight back chair. His cock has a rubber ring slide done to it’s base. There is a metal clamp holding and toy car motor to the rubber ring. A wire from the car motor runs to a remote control which Mistress Sara holds in her hands. Cradling it as her favorite.
Two or three of Her sisters from the club are in the room with Her. They are all sitting, sipping drinks, watching in silence as Sara toys with her personal slave.
Sara stands and places alligator clamps on the strong young man’s nipples. He gasps and winches, yet otherwise doesn’t object. He’s been there many times before. As a trickle of blood escapes the bite on one nipple, Mistress Sara draws her slender finger into it and raises it to her lips. She stops and stares those ice blue eyes directly into those of her pet and half shows that sly smile of Ownership. With out E/either of them having to utter mere words, this moment in time, T/they were communicating floods of information to E/each other.
Mistress Sara: I am well pleased with you My pet.
Slave Jeff: I offer myself both body and soul completely to you Ma’am.
Mistress Sara: I am about to cause you great pain for the amusement of My Friends, My pet.
Slave Jeff: My body is for you to use as you wish, Ma’am.
She then licks and tastes of her property and tugs and twists at the clamps to ensure they remain as placed. Soft moans rolled through his voice.
Mistress Sara handed the remote to one of Her guests. This stylish woman threw the switch and the motor on Jeff’s cock ring hummed. He stirred his hips and his thighs quivered. The blood began to fill his cock head as it thickened.
Mistress Sara selected a riding crop and began to swing it across the nipple clamps. The biting clamps held fast as they waved as stiff flags in the wind as the crop repeatedly brushed them. The sharp twisting of the clamps dug deeply into the grid iron hero’s sore nipples.
She now used the flat of the crop to land harsh blows upon the man’s chest. Red squares appeared on his broad shoulders. His huge biceps were not neglected. The marks the crop left made interesting designs and tattoos. Several times his muscles would flex in defense of the blow. This brought gasps and sighs from the other Women present.
The woman with the remote now pushed the switch full forward. It caused a blur on the motor. The cock ring now flew the length and depth of his cock. Jeff thrust his hips forwards so as that his ass was barely holding his body on the chair at all.
This gave a larger target for Mistress Sara to attack. The crop laid into his rippled stomach. She slapped his upper thighs causing his legs to dance wildly. Never being one to forget from where she came, Mistress Sara now directly pounded her riding crop upon each nipple clamp in turn.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Again and again, each one in turn felt the full force of intense, intentional pain. And the cock ring enticed that now full blown hard thick cock. This was the dream, and the reality of the life of Jeff Carson. To be used and abused at the hands, and for the pleasure of his very own Dear, Sweet, Loving, Mistress Sara Berger.
“Are you listening idiot?’ Sara’s harsh voice snapped him back to the phone conversation.
“Yes Ma’am Mistress Sara,’ he lied.
“You’ better be bitch boy. And don’t be late either, Here! 9pm tonight.’ Then the phone went dead in his ear.
After a moment of silent reflection Jeff closed the phone and looked around. The locker room was silent. He was alone. Good thing too, since his towel had dropped and his cock was standing straight out at full mast. He thought of fondling it and relieving himself but then that old football brain kicked in and said no.
Why punt when perhaps Mistress Sara will permit a touchdown?
The End
Humbly Submitted by
Sir Stryker
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