Total Surrender
by Gabrielle Louise

Jennifer pulled away from Manny's in her Miata. It was the place to be on a Saturday night, but the crowd bored her. She decided to cruise by the bus station instead. That neighborhood was about as far as you could get from the hottest new downtown nightspot. But she knew from experience that a bus station late at night was the best place to find a young girl who might be broke, hungry and tired of sleeping on benches. Someone uncomplicated who wouldn't mind some rough play.

She pulled up to the bus station and glanced at herself in the mirror. Not bad. Jennifer was thirty-seven, looked about thirty thanks to her mother's genes and three days a week at the gym. Her dark curly hair fell just below her shoulders, framing a strong face highlighted with brown eyes and full, generous lips. Inside the bus station, it was a thin crowd. Jennifer moved slowly through the typical late night scenery with the easy grace of a seasoned hunter stalking prey. She peered into tired empty faces, passed mothers with sleeping children in their arms and stepped over drunks who'd reached the end of the road. This was her hunting ground. Tired, desperate girls were easy prey in a place like this. Jennifer had almost decided the bus station was a bust when she saw the blonde. She was sitting alone in the shadows staring off into space, like a daydreaming kid. She was thin, pretty, probably in her mid twenties. Jennifer sat down in the chair closest to her. "Hey, what's up?" The girl gave her a weary eye. "Not much," she said, "what's up with you?" "Not much, just out for a drive. You want a cigarette?" Jennifer said, offering one from her pack.

"Sure."

"What's your name?" she said, giving her a light, "mine's Jennifer." " Patty." Jennifer studied her while she smoked in silence. She looked lost in the oversized blue t-shirt that hung limply over her rumpled jeans. Her ponytail made her look like a kid up past her bedtime.

"Where you headed Patty?" Jennifer asked. The obvious answer was written all over her tired face - nowhere.

Patty stared up at her through smoke that gave her clear blue eyes a soft, faraway look.

"I'm not real sure anymore Jennifer. See, I left my boyfriend about four days ago and I've been on the road ever since. I guess I kind of ran away." A genuine smile crossed her face. "When I was little, I thought about running away a lot." The smile vanished like a magician's trick. "But it wasn't like this. I was never dirty, or hungry or tired." "How come you left?" "I used to live with my boyfriend over in Ferguson." Ferguson was a hole in the wall town about ninety miles down the road. Mostly trailer parks and cheap rundown houses. The whole town was the wrong side of the tracks.

"He used to beat on me, and that was cool, you know? But then, a couple days ago he came home and said somebody told him I was whoring around on him. He came after me with a knife. I ran outta there as fast as I could and holed up with a friend 'til the next day." She shrugged. "I borrowed a few bucks, and here I am." She told her story in the soft, quiet words of a child remembering a sad dream.

"Were you?"

"Was I what?"

"Whoring around on him."

"No. Well sort of. I mean, there was this woman that I really liked and one day she let me eat her pussy. After that, we kind of had a thing. I don't know how Bryan found out. I never meant to hurt him. He was good to me. He only beat on me when I deserved it, you know? Like when I pissed him off, but he never really hurt me," Patty said. Maybe you need to be hurt, Jennifer thought. "Really?" she said. Her panties were stuck to her steaming cunt at the thought of what she wanted to do to this girl. Jennifer had scented her prey, and she went after her with all the finesse of a big game hunter. "How long were you with him?" she said.

"Not that long. Almost a year."

"You never wanted to leave? I mean, you know, with the beatings and all that."

"No. He wasn't so bad," she said thoughtfully. "I told you, he didn't beat me, except with the belt. And it wasn't like he didn't' take care of me, you know?"

Yeah. I know exactly how girls like you need to be taken care of, Jennifer thought. "You hungry?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"The price," Patty said. She gave Jennifer a piercing look and saw a dark hunger seething in her that called to her. A hot rush of desire flooded through Patty, like some primal need erupting from the deepest part her. Her smoldering eyes trailed down Jennifer's body, taking in her thick curly hair, her sensuous lips. I'll pay. Patty's eyes said. Whatever the price, I'll pay. The burning lust in Patty's eyes made Jennifer's blood boil, like hot lava flowing through her veins. "Look," Jennifer said. "I have a place just outside the city and I've been looking for someone to help with the housework. You could cook and clean and I'd give you room and board. You can stay with me 'til you get on your feet." But I'll like you better on your knees, she thought.

Jennifer watched her carefully while she thought it over. Emotions crossed her delicate features like clouds and sunshine. She could almost see her weigh the thought of a hot shower and a free place to stay against what Jennifer would want in return. Finally she said, "You don't live far?" "No, just outside the city."

In a few minutes, they were at Jennifer's townhouse. Once they were inside, Jennifer brought her into the kitchen.

"What do you feel like eating? I don't cook much, I can order out."

Under the glare of the kitchen's fluorescent lights Jennifer saw that Patty was actually much younger than she'd thought at first. At least eighteen, but no older than twenty. She had the delicate features of a doll. But her blue eyes were sad. They showed the wear and tear of too many days on the road with no place to go, not knowing where her next meal was coming from.

"There's nothing here worth eating," she said. "Why don't you take a hot bath and I'll order out for Chinese?"

"A hot bath sounds great," Patty said.

"Good. Bathroom's at the top of the stairs and there's a clean t-shirt behind the door. Take your time," she said, picking up the phone.

Upstairs, Patty shed the clothes she'd been wearing for the past four days. Naked, she ran a steaming hot bath and poured in the Rose Petal bubble bath she'd found. She slipped into the perfumed hot water, sliding down into the deep tub until her head slipped beneath the water. She stayed like that a moment, letting the bus station grime soak out of her pores. Her head popped up again, eyes closed, like a renewed soul delivered to paradise. She opened her eyes and laid back in the soothing water, thinking about Lil back home. Jennifer reminded her a lot of Lil. She'd had some real hot times with her. She touched herself thinking of how Lil used to pinch her nipples and slap her face right before she made her come. She always came so good like that. Patty was drawn to women who liked to give it to her rough. She'd seen the searing heat in Jennifer's eyes when she talked about Bryan beating her. Maybe she liked it even rougher than Lil. She ran her fingers over her hard nipples. A light knock on the door startled her. "Food will be here in about a half hour, OK?" Jennifer said through the door. "OK," Patty said. "I'll be done soon." "Take your time," Jennifer said, walking away. Downstairs, she fixed herself a drink and waited patiently. It was going to be a good night.

Later, when Patty came downstairs, the white t-shirt hung off her slender shoulders, falling just below her knees. Her wet hair was up in a ponytail.

"Thanks a lot. I was really dirty," she said. She looked down at her clean feet. "I don't know how to thank you."

"We'll think of something," Jennifer said. The thin t-shirt outlined Patty's full breasts, like two luscious fruit ready for harvest. "Come on. Food's here."

While Patty was in the bath, Jennifer had put an antique silver candelabra and a chilled bottle of wine on the low wooden coffee table in the living room. They sat on the floor and ate in the soft candlelight. Patty shoveled down pepper steak and shrimp fried rice like it was the first decent food she'd seen in days. It probably was.

"Tell me more about Bryan," Jennifer said later, pushing away their empty plates. She poured Patty another glass of wine and offered her a cigarette.

"He was OK," she said, exhaling smoke. "He never used his fists on me, just his belt and afterwards he'd - " she stopped, like she'd suddenly remembered where she was. "He'd what?" Jennifer said softly.

"He'd do things to me. He hurt me. He thought I didn't like it. But, inside I did. Sometimes I'd make him mad just so he'd hurt me," she said. Her eyes were glued to the table, like a naughty child caught in a forbidden act.

"What kind of things did he do to you?" Jennifer said.

"Some girls only like it up their pussy. Sometimes he did it up my ass to make me mind him. He thought I didn't like it," Patty said, staring into the candle flames.

"Did you?" Jennifer said.

"I never told him. After he fell asleep I'd touch myself, thinking about how much he'd hurt me." Her face flushed deep crimson in her embarrassment. "Does that make me a freak or something?" She looked up at Jennifer. Her eyes were alive with a wild untamed heat that fed the savage lust flaring through Jennifer's blood like air feeds fire. Her heart pounded in her ears, her pussy throbbed with a primal need that wouldn't be denied.

"No, it makes you my kind of girl," Jennifer said. "Take off your t-shirt. I wanna see your tits."

Patty peeled it off quickly. Without hesitation.

Jennifer shoved her hard to the floor and laid full length on top of her. She forced her knee between her closed legs and kissed her long and hard.

"I like playing rough with my bitches. Understand?" she said, squeezing Patty's nipple. She slapped her face lightly, leaving a fleeting red mark on her cheek.

"Yes," Patty said in a low whisper.

Jennifer slapped her again, harder. "Don't whisper to me bitch, speak up."

"Yes ma'am," she said louder. She looked up into Jennifer's eyes and saw endless possibilities there, like hot dreams of summer glimpsed on a cold winter night. Her pussy ached with a heat she'd never felt before. No one had ever made her feel like this.

"Listen to me bitch," Jennifer said, grabbing Patty's face roughly in her hand. "Tonight you're mine and you fucking do what I say or you'll get hurt. Don't fuck with me. You understand?" "Please," Patty said. She looked up into Jennifer's eyes, giving in to the dark need that rushed through her like a roaring rapid. "I want you to have me."

The surrender in Patty's blue eyes made her steaming pussy throb, sending a primitive rhythm of animal need pulsing through her. She touched her nipples gently. Patty gasped with pleasure. Jennifer squeezed a little and she moaned. She pinched them and Patty pressed herself up into her hands, begging for more.

"You like that?"

"Yes, oh, yes - please don't stop." Jennifer's own nipples were hard and her pussy ached. I'm gonna get this whore good, she thought, standing up. "Good bitch. Get on your knees."

Patty got up, moving slowly, like a waking dreamer who awakes to another dream. Jennifer walked around her in a tiny circle, like a woman thrilled to find a genuine diamond in a basement rummage sale. Her tight round ass begged to be strapped and fucked. And her smooth back was like virgin territory waiting to be conquered and possessed. She ran her fingers over her hard nipples and grabbed her firm, round tits in both hands. Patty gasped as Jennifer squeezed her tits harder and harder. She'd been thinking about a girl like Patty all week. She could already see her blindfolded, handcuffed, helpless - waiting to be used for her pleasure. Jennifer let her go and sat down and got comfortable.

"Good," she said, pleased with her new find. "Crawl over here and kneel at my feet." Patty kneeled in front of her, looking down at her fidgeting hands.

Jennifer reached out and lifted Patty's chin gently so they were eye to eye. "Don't be scared. Be a good obedient bitch and you'll be fine," she said. Fuck with me and I'll hurt you real bad, her eyes said. "Come closer." Patty crawled until she was just inches away from the chair.

"Open your legs." Jennifer reached between Patty's legs into her wet pussy.

"Nice and wet. You're a slut. I like that in a girl." She moved her fingers around, touching her swollen clit. Patty moaned with pleasure.

"Touch your nipples while I play with your clit whore." She touched them lightly, running soft fingers over the hard, erect buds. Jennifer slapped her face.

"No bitch, hurt yourself for me. Pinch them." She went back to playing with her clit. Patty pinched her nipples obediently. She closed her eyes, lost in her own pleasure.

"You feel like coming bitch?"

"Yes, please, it feels so good."

"Stop playing with yourself."

"Please no, it feels so good, I don't wanna stop."

Jennifer grabbed her and slapped her face brutally. Patty's eyes flew open and she gaped up at her.

"Get your ass up in the air, now!" She obeyed instantly. Confusion came crashing into her mind. What did I do, she thought.

"Please ma'am, please don't throw me out. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry," Patty said. She couldn't think of anything else to say. Nobody had ever made her feel so good. Being on her knees like this touched something deep inside her that Bryan's belt had awakened but never satisfied. She didn't want it to just end like this.

"Shut the hell up." Jennifer got a thick leather strap from underneath her chair. She doubled it and strapped Patty's ass hard. She moaned, but didn't try to get away. She strapped her hard five more times.

"Don't ever say no to me bitch. I decide when you feel pleasure, if you feel pleasure. Tonight you're my dog and you'll do as you're told or you'll be one sorry dog." She took the thick strap to her ass again.

"Any questions?"

"No ma'am, I'm sorry," Patty said through her tears.

Seeing her take the strap like that made Jennifer's pussy so wet her panties almost soaked through her jeans.

"Good. Now, sit up, on your knees." She kneeled in front of the chair passively, eyes down, waiting to be told what to do.

"Open your legs." Jennifer touched her pussy. She was steamy hot, like heat in August. She stroked her clit, stoking her fire, making her cunt sizzle with raw animal need.

"Look at this. You're such a slut, you're even wetter than before I spanked you. That's what I like. A masochist bitch who gets hot for a strap on her bare ass. Hold your tits up for me." Patty held her tits out to her, offering them for her pleasure like a bitch in heat offering her ass. Jennifer took one of her hard nipples in her mouth and teased her with her teeth. Patty was like a piece of prime rib she'd found hidden behind the weekly special. She feasted on her new luscious masochist slut. The harder Jennifer bit down on her nipple, the farther she pushed her tit into her mouth. She alternated her soft tongue with her sharp teeth. Patty moaned softly, giving in to the pleasure and pain.

She stroked Patty's tits gently. Jennifer's pussy was burning like a well-stoked fire between her legs. She needed to take her new bitch upstairs and show her some new tricks.

"Ok, you can let your tits go. Come on. We're going upstairs."

She led Patty up the short flight of stairs to the bedrooms, one of which had been converted into a dungeon. She turned back to face her.

"Wait here on your knees," Jennifer ordered. She slapped Patty's face savagely. "Don't even think about wandering off," she said. She turned her back on her and went into the bedroom.

Patty stayed where she was, afraid to even move a muscle. Inside, Jennifer carefully made her way around the dark room and lit the candles mounted along the walls among her toys. When all the candles were lit, she opened the door for Patty.

"Crawl inside."

Patty came in and looked around with big frightened eyes. Obviously, it was her first time in a dungeon. She stared in horrified fascination at the variety of whips, paddles, canes and riding crops on the black painted walls. Her eyes took in the horse, the cage, the cross and the chains hanging from one wall. Patty swallowed hard. "W-w-what are you gonna do to me?" she stammered. At the far end of the room was a throne-like chair with cushions on the floor in front of it. Jennifer ignored her and sat down.

"Come here little doggy."

Patty crawled obediently to the throne, keeping her head down, trying not to see the bizarre things that lined the walls.

"Please don't kill me," she said. Her voice came out a bare, hoarse whisper. Her heart pounded a crazy beat in her chest, like a scared animal trying to get out. Jennifer's amused laughter echoed in Patty's ears. "A masochist slut like you? You gotta be kidding. Kneel on a cushion and take my shoes off. And shut the fuck up or you'll find out what the strap feels like when I'm pissed off." Patty slowly obeyed with trembling hands and put her shoes neatly to one side.

"Good. Now, kiss my feet. I wanna feel your tongue licking the sweat from between my toes or you know what'll happen."

"Yes ma'am," Patty said. "I changed my mind. Stick your ass up in the air. I wanna see your whore ass while you're licking my feet." Patty swallowed back her fear and kneeled with her ass high up in the air. She licked Jennifer's feet, delicately at first, like they were made of china. She was horribly afraid of doing it wrong and displeasing her. Jennifer encouraged her by moving her feet gently against her face.

"Good girl, that's how I like it."

While Patty licked between her toes, Jennifer stroked her round ass and thought of all the things she wanted to do to her. But she liked Patty and she wanted her for more than one night, so she had to control herself.

"You're a real slut, you know that?" she said, caressing her ass gently. "And you're gonna get what sluts like you deserve. I'm gonna mark you up good with the strap then I'm gonna fuck this whore ass really hard. The way your worthless boyfriend should have."

Patty's heart jackhammered in her chest again, but she knew instinctively that staying silent was the best thing.

Jennifer let her lick her feet a few more minutes, her pussy getting hotter and hotter by the second. She was desperate to whip Patty and fuck her tight ass.

"Alright. That's enough. I'm putting you on the cross," she said, getting up.

Patty forced herself to look up and saw that it wasn't really a cross at all. It was more like a wooden life size "X" fitted with handcuffs.

"Come here doggy." Patty crawled over to her. Jennifer took a leather blindfold from the wall beside the cross.

"Put this on."

Patty obeyed, too scared to do or say anything.

When she had it on, Jennifer stood her up, guided her to the cross and chained both her hands and feet in place. Jennifer stood behind her and undressed slowly, letting Patty's fears simmer and come to a slow boil in her head.

Naked, she walked around in front of the cross and teased Patty's hard nipples, pinching and squeezing, making her moan and gasp with pleasure. She reached down between her open legs and touched her swollen clit.

"Look how hard this clit is bitch. Did that prick ever get you this hot?"

"No ma'am," Patty said, her fear all but forgotten.

"You like it, don't you bitch?"

"Yes, yes it feels so good."

"It feels good being tied up for my pleasure knowing I'm gonna whip that whore ass, doesn't it? I bet right now you're hoping I'll use a strap on you, aren't you?" She didn't answer. Jennifer slapped her face twice, leaving harsh red marks on her cheeks.

"Answer me when I talk to you cunt. You don't wanna piss me off."

"No ma'am. I'm sorry." Jennifer slid her fingers inside her pussy again and Patty moaned helplessly.

"You need to feel that strap on your ass don't you?" Patty's heart beat slow and hard in her chest, like a primitive drum calling ancient gods. Her pussy throbbed with a desperate heat and she ached for something she didn't understand. Waves of raw hunger and need roared through her like a storm, tossing her mind around like a ship lost at sea. "Yes, yes ma'am I do," Patty said.

"I thought so bitch. Beg me. Beg me to strap your whore ass," Jennifer said, moving her fingers inside Patty's wetness.

Patty moaned and squirmed her hot pussy desperately, trying to suck Jennifer's fingers deeper inside her. She thought of Bryan fucking her ass after he strapped her. You better do what I tell you bitch, he used to say over and over 'til he came inside her hole.

"Please ma'am. Please strap me," Patty said, pressing her steaming cunt into Jennifer's fingers.

Jennifer took a thick leather strap off the wall and spanked her ass lightly. Even light strokes marked her delicate ass. She was gonna mark this bitch up good. She hit her again, holding back. She didn't want her feeling the full weight of the leather strap yet.

"You like it slut?"

"Yes ma'am," Patty said. "Please, don't stop." That was music to Jennifer's ears. She hit her again and again, making her feel the stinging pain of the thick leather. She raised welts on her ass and her legs. Patty cried at the stinging blows of the heavy strap. Every stroke was ecstasy and pain that twisted deep into the heart of her and satisfied that dark need she'd lived with all her life. Jennifer walked around the cross in front of her and tenderly took one of her nipples into her mouth while her fingers found her swollen clit. Patty moaned through her tears.

"You're a slut now. Look at yourself, how hard this clit is after what I just did to you. You're nothing but a slut. But don't be ashamed. I told you, I like that in a girl." She went back to her ass and ran her fingers delicately over the red welts forming.

"You want more?" Jennifer said, slipping her fingers into her soaked pussy from behind.

"It hurts," Patty said, squirming her hot pussy around.

"I know. But you want more, don't you?" Jennifer said, massaging her clit, making her crazy.

"Yes," Patty said breathlessly. "Yes, please ma'am. I want more." Jennifer took the leather strap to her untouched back and raised harsh welts that made Patty scream. Her pleas for mercy only stoked the fire in Jennifer's wet cunt.

"What are you bitch?"

Patty was wrapped in a red haze of pain that set her pussy on fire with untamed animal hunger. Like electric current flowing through her. "A slut ma'am."

"Good. You learn fast. You know what I'm gonna make you into?"

"A dog ma'am?"

"No. I already did that with this," she said, running the leather strap over her welted ass. "I'm gonna make you into my complete willing slave," Jennifer said.

She slid her fingers into Patty's wet pussy from behind. It was like sliding up a water slide instead of down. "You'll like that won't you Patty," she said, teasing her clit. "You'll like being a total servant for a woman who owns you, won't you?" Jennifer whispered in her ear. She slid her wet fingers down to Patty's asshole.

She surprised her with a sensuous twist of her hips that brought her asshole closer to her fingers. She slipped two fingers into her asshole. Patty's body stiffened for a moment, then she pushed her eager ass into Jennifer's fingers. "You liked it when he fucked you like this, didn't you? I bet he didn't ram his cock up your whore ass hard enough, did he?" she said. "No ma'am," Patty said. "I like it ma'am. I like it a lot. He didn't do it to me enough," she said. She moaned and pushed her welted ass back, moving it around. Jennifer slid another finger inside her hot hole. "You're a fucking dream come true," she said, sliding her fingers in and out of Patty's willing hole. "I got something for you," Jennifer said, sliding her wet fingers out of her hole. There was a low wooden cabinet next to the cross. She opened it and took out a thick eight-inch dildo and lubrication. "I got something your whore ass is gonna love," she said, lubricating the dildo. "Here you are whore," she said. She put the dildo just outside Patty's asshole. Patty pushed her round welted ass into the dildo, gasping at the pain. "Good bitch. Yeah. Fuck yourself up the ass for me. Push that ass back," Jennifer said. She pushed the thick dildo slowly into Patty's willing ass. Patty moved her ass in small circles, taking the dildo deep inside her hole. Jennifer stood close and fucked her ass slowly, letting the dildo almost slide out of her hole then pumping it back deep into her. She reached around and grabbed Patty's hard nipple, twisting and pinching. She moaned and pushed her ass harder into the dildo, impaling herself on it. "That's enough you little slut," Jennifer said. She slid the dildo out and laid it aside. For now. She stood close to her and moved her tits against her marked up back. She whispered in her ear, "You like that?"

"Yes ma'am. Please, please can I lick your tits?" Jennifer pressed herself against Patty and reached around and took both her tits in her hands. She found the hard little nipples and pinched savagely. Patty screamed and Jennifer rubbed her wet pussy up and down against her hot little ass.

"Can you feel how hot and wet my pussy is bitch? That's what a good slut does for me. You've been such a good bitch. I guess you earned licking my tits." She walked around the cross and put her tits up to Patty's lips. She licked and sucked at her nipples eagerly, moaning softly as she serviced her.

Jennifer played with herself while Patty licked her tits. There was something about her - a feel of wild innocence and primitive lust. Patty made her hotter than all the masochist sluts she'd been with put together.

"That's enough." She picked up the strap again.

"In a minute I'm gonna untie you and you're gonna lick my pussy. Here's what you'll get if you don't make me come good." She laid cruel, pitiless strokes on her ass with the strap. Blows rained down on her without mercy. Patty's screams flowed through Jennifer like a strange electric dance, thrilling her nerve endings with savage lust.

"Please, please," Patty said tearfully, "please, I'll make you come good ma'am. Please." Patty's tearful promise was just what Jennifer needed to hear. Now Patty knew the cost of disobedience. Only one thing was important to her battered mind now - pleasing Jennifer. And that was the way it should be.

"I'm glad to hear that bitch." She opened the cuffs on her hands and feet.

"Take the blindfold off." Her eyes were red from crying, but her face glowed with a fierce animal heat. She looked like a bitch ready to get fucked. Jennifer looked down at her.

"You ready to please me?"

"Yes ma'am, " Patty said.

"On your knees then, like a good little doggy." Patty got to her knees at once.

"Kiss my feet and thank me for giving you what you needed." Patty bent over and kissed her feet lovingly. She sobbed while she licked Jennifer's feet. Not from the pain cutting into her abused flesh, but because deep inside she knew that Jennifer's strapping had fulfilled her and touched her in a place that no one in her life had ever reached before.

"Thank you," she said softly, "thank you."

"Good girl. Bring the dildo and follow me on your knees."

Jennifer led her out of the dungeon into her bedroom. She lay back on the bed.

"Come here bitch. Put the dildo on the night table. Kiss my pussy. Don't you dare lick inside. Just kiss the outside." Patty came eagerly and kissed her pussy with tender passion all over, making Jennifer sigh with pleasure.

"Good whore. You're such an obedient little slut. Now lick me, make me come good bitch." Patty found her swollen clit and used her tongue expertly. Jennifer moaned and played with her hard nipples. She wet her fingers and gently massaged them, giving herself pleasure while she thought of owning the masochist bitch between her legs. She thought of having her at her feet every night after dealing with those pricks at work all day long. She remembered how wet her pussy got from the strap. God. Her tongue was incredible. She was on the verge of coming.

"That's it bitch," she moaned, "oh, that's good." She couldn't remember the last time anyone had given her so much pleasure. Her pussy throbbed with a life of its own. Wave after wave of pleasure blasted through her body.

"Oh, yes bitch, oh, God, you're making me come." Her pussy convulsed over and over again as her orgasm rocketed through her, and she moaned deep in her throat, grinding Patty's face into her steaming crotch.

Jennifer lay still for a while. Patty licked the inside of her legs, cleaning her up like a good dog should. "Good girl," she said, letting out a sigh of pleasure. "Come here." Patty kneeled beside her, looking down at the bed.

"Open your legs." Her pussy was hot and ready. She moaned helplessly at Jennifer's touch inside her wetness. She slid a finger into her hot asshole.

"You feel like coming?"

"Yes please, ma'am."

"Get on your back." Jennifer said. She took the dildo from the night table. Patty lay back, looking up at Jennifer expectantly.

"Put your hands behind your head. If you move your hands without permission, I'll punish you severely. Understand?" She looked up at her fearfully. "Yes ma'am."

"Good girl. Relax for me." She gently stroked her hard nipples and trailed her hand down to her wet pussy. She moaned and opened her legs to her. Jennifer's knowing fingers found her swollen clit. Patty closed her eyes, moaning, writhing her pussy around.

"That's it. Give yourself to me. Move that pussy around, show me how much you need it," Jennifer said, sliding two fingers into her throbbing asshole.

"I need it so bad ma'am, please, do my ass, please." "You're such a good obedient bitch, I guess it's time for your reward." Jennifer put the dildo just outside her asshole. "Push into it bitch. Fuck yourself with it. Move your ass around like a desperate butt-fucked whore," she said. Patty moaned and squirmed her ass around, pushing herself into the dildo. She took all of it into her tight hole, inch by agonizing inch.

Jennifer reached up and teased her nipples.

"Touch that pussy you desperate whore," she said, pulling Patty's nipples like taffy. Patty touched her throbbing clit and ground her hips into the bed, pushing the dildo deeper and deeper into her asshole. Jennifer fucked her long and hard, making her writhe around on the bed like a little animal. "You like getting fucked like a bitch don't you?" she said, pounding the dildo up her eager hole. "Oh God. It feels so good. I think I'm gonna come," Patty said breathlessly.

"You better ask for permission to come bitch or I'll show you what a real whipping is." Jennifer fucked her harder and Patty moved her ass up and down the thick pole like a wild animal in heat. She drove her asshole hard into the dildo again and again, moaning.

"Please, can I come now ma'am, please?"

"What are you bitch?" She pounded the dildo into her.

"Your slave ma'am. Please, please," she begged.

"Alright you have permission slave, go ahead, come." She came like a desperate animal, with the dildo hammering into her hole. She moaned, and thrust her ass hard against the dildo as Jennifer rammed it into her again and again. Slowly, she calmed down. Jennifer slid the dildo out and let it fall to the floor. Patty looked up at her and timidly raised her hand to her face. She touched her cheek gently.

"Thank you. No one's ever made me feel like you do." Jennifer smiled and kissed her gently on her cheek. Suddenly Patty got up and hugged Jennifer fiercely, sobbing like a newborn babe freshly emerged into a world of wonders.

"Thank you," she said over and over again. Jennifer stroked her back gently and said, "Shhh, it's alright. You're safe now. I'm gonna make you all mine." She pulled Patty close, so that her head lay against her full breasts. She gently stroked her hair and thought to herself, I think I'll keep this one.

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