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Thanks Y'all ------------- Minding My Own Business Part V (mc, mf, nc, teen, celeb) By Fitzhemingway Chapter 10: Life at home I usually sleep in. My staff knows the best way to wake me, the way that helps ensure I won't be cranky the rest of the day. A recently captured teenage girl, preselected for the "alarm clock" duty, is prepared for my morning ritual. The girl is bathed by two nurses and her skin is lightly powdered. Any signs of pubic hair is call for a thorough shaving of all body hair from her neck down, and her pussy is made sure to be clean and sweet. Enemas are administered also, and the nurses instruct the girl on the proper behavior for my bed chamber. For aesthetics', the girl's delicate pussy lips are lovingly stimulated by a nurse's careful oral attention. When the teen's cunt has flowered, pink and plump, she's ready. When the process is over, the young girl's arms are firmly bound behind her back, and her ankles tightly roped together. A new girl may be terrified at this point, depending on the level of mind control I've used on her. The more experienced morning girls may just be resigned to their fates, and hopeful I'm in a pleasant mood. Now, staff members carry the frightened teenager upstairs, soothing her fears and repeating instructions on the way. At my doorway, she is admonished to make no more noise, and reminded of the various household penalties. Without disturbing my slumber the staff places the girl, naked but for her bonds, on my bed. Gently lifting the covers so she can worm her way in, the staff retreats and leaves to two of us alone. The girl knows what to do from here. Her young, smooth body slowly wriggles it's way towards me, her head inching it's way to the goal between my legs. Permanent mental commands I've imbedded are working on the girl's mind. She knows her predicament, knows she's under my control with no chance of returning to her former life without my consent. The commands I've made include the erosion of her sense of free will, the enhancement of sexual sensitivity and desire, and (for my alarm clocks especially) a virtual doctorate in cocksucking. I usually keep eight or so "alarm clocks" in my main household. All small girls, none more than 5' 1" tall. Usually teens, from 14-18. I've found that Asian girls perk me up well, so I usually keep 4 of the 8 from various southeast asian countries. The rest are a mix ranging from american blondes to irish redheads, and recently, a simply lovely little Liberian. Once in position, with the girl's hot little mouth bringing about my morning wood, I can't help but wake up, and in the best of moods. My eyes flutter open, my body basking in the sensation of young lips milking my dick. I look down to see a bulge in the sheets bobbing up and down... often going down very far as her throat struggles to accommodate all of my dick. Peeking out from the under the sheets her hind quarters wiggle enticingly - flexing muscles testing her ankle bonds. At this point, I usually start rubbing, pinching and caressing my way up her legs. From calf to thigh to firm, plump buttocks, I revel in my bound beauty of the morning. After a few days of alarm clock duty, the girls begin to know my tastes, and respond to the signals I give silently through my hands. A tap on her head through the sheets may mean more tongue action or deeper penetration of her throat. A slap or series of spanks on her behind mean a repositioning so I can admire her ass and hairless pussy from an easier angle. On lazy mornings, I just lay back until she's done her job, and my body tenses with the first orgasm of the day, pumping a load of fresh cum into her face. She knows to swallow it all, helped by more mental programming that's made her addicted to my semen. For some of the girls, I've made sure it's been their only meal for days, ensuring an enthusiastic performance. I may signal her to press the "sleep" button and I'll fall back into slumber with my satisfied cock shrinking in her mouth. In this case, my "alarm clock" is ordered to freeze, sometimes with her lips still around my cock. She must not move an inch, and only barely breath so I can get thirty minutes of extra sleep. When that time is up, she is permitted to wake me again, starting all over. If I'm feeling frisky some morning, or the girl is giving a substandard performance, I might just toss her around and take the superior position. Mornings like that the experienced girls dread, and I love the wide eyed fear when I grab their shoulders, slap them around, and force them into a new or uncomfortable position. I may show a newcomer how to suck me off correctly, pinning her head to the mattress as I drill her face so hard she can't breathe. Or, I might turn the girl over, pressing her face into a pillow while I fuck her freshly oiled pussy. On a special morning, with an unusually petite bed partner, I may inch my cock into my "alarm clock's" tiny asshole, enjoying the snug heat of her rectum walls as she struggles vainly and whimpers into the pillow. My wake up calls rarely last more than an hour, and no matter what my mood, make me feel refreshed and ready to take on the day. Once my feet hit the floor, two nurses enter the room to retrieve the "alarm clock" and take her for preparation for future duties. ----- Of course, some mornings even I'm not that horny. Take this morning for example. Little Thuy, a 16 year old Vietnamese girl with a mouth for the ages, had no appeal to me today. Ever since we had abducted her from a badminton court two months ago, she'd been a favorite morning delight, but even her creamy yellow-brown skin brought forth no desire today. Unfortunately for her, she had begun to bond with her captor, and was desperate for attention, affection, even abuse. As I got out of bed, she tried to follow despite the bonds that kept her legs and arms unwieldy. She rolled off the bed and her bare flesh made a delightful smack on the cold marble floor. Whimpers turned to cries and wails as she begged for my attentions. "Pleeeaaasee..... master... don't go," she panicked. "Won't you come back to fuck me? Would you like my ass this morning master? You always love my ass...." "Not today darlin'" I replied as I walked to the bathroom, not looking back. "Would you like to beat me master? Whip my titties? Please?" she wailed. I shut the bathroom door behind me and sighed. I briefly considered giving her some new attention by reliving myself with her help, pissing into her open mouth. It would certainly fit the humiliation she was looking for. The thought made my cock twitch slightly, but nothing more. I guess I'd just had to much fun the day before. Saturday night's festivities were a blast. Several friends and associates were invited for one of my famous stag nights. Good conversation, fine cigars, great scotch, and a plentiful supply of willing and unwilling young women interspersed throughout. But the great event of the day wasn't just the party. Before the evening began, upon my request, (and knowing how profitable it was to be my friend) my friend Chaz brought his three beautiful daughters to the house. Chaz knows my lifestyle, has some sense of my abilities, and very little moral backbone. He'd known I'd admired his three girls for years, and I knew all about his hidden, forbidden lust for all of them. Father and girls appeared at the door around 3pm. Small talk in the receiving room gave me a chance to admire the girls again. The youngest was Jenna, a curvy 13 year old brunette with piercing blue eyes and closely cropped dyed black hair. Cute, of course, and seething with attitude. She was dressed for a Saturday... jeans cutoff at the knees showed off a great pair of calves. A skimpy top that showed off her belly (and pierced navel) nicely. Various plans for her flooded my head, but I couldn't settle on one just yet Kori was the middle child, and the innocent. The 15 year old was a natural blonde. A rather drab, demure dress covered her, but a trained eye could make out the outline of a worthy figure. Not quite plump, but I imagined her thighs would keep a man's ears very warm. The eldest, 17 year old Sara was dream in her cheerleader uniform from this afternoon's practice. Her father must not have given the girls notice of their "day trip" and given them time to change. I was pleased anyway. Sara's green eyes were enhance by her green skirt with white trim. Teased blonde hair framed such a lovely face The body under the skirt was something special... coltish was the word. A full bodied woman, curvy and athletic, but the longs legs betrayed the slight puppy fat that make a girl's body so fuckable. My staff quickly separated them from their father (on the pretense of letting them watch TV - they had no idea...) so we could discuss business. As I led Chaz into my office, but I pardoned myself suddenly, telling Chaz I had an important issue to resolve and I'd be back in 10 minutes. "Go ahead and ring the bell if you need a drink or a blow job or anything. I'll be right back, OK?" I told him. He smiled and I could see him reaching for the bell just as I closed the door behind me. There was no pressing business really, except the press of my cock in my trousers. I just wanted a quick taste of one of Chaz's daughters before he changed his mind. I ran up the hallway after the girls, like a kid on Christmas morning. I caught up to them quickly. Nurse Kitty saw me coming and winked. Just as the two youngest girls were led into the "TV" room, the door shut, cutting off Sara from her sisters. Sara was puzzled for a moment, and didn't hear me coming up behind her. I wasn't going to be subtle, because I didn't want to keep her Dad waiting. I wrapped one arm around her long neck and reached the other in front, so I could take measure of her breasts. Fleshy and tender.... a handful. This varsity cheerleader certainly looked her part. She screamed so loud when I squeezed that tit, I was afraid her father might hear, but remembered he'd be used to those sounds in my house. I tightened the headlock until her screams stopped an and were replaced with gasps and quieter pleas for help. Unsatisfied with the feel of her tits through a cheerleader sweater, I moved my hand under the fabric, pulling her bra away until bare skin met my palm. I buried my face in the mass of her hair, taking in the aroma of a fresh young girl. Her breast were fantastic... so soft and pliant. Her nipples were ripe for pinching... and so I did, and was rewarded with a wince and moan. Sara had shut up now, just gasping and beginning to cry. I pulled her off the corridor into a side room, where I threw her onto the floor. The cheerleader skirt rode up her legs, tantalizing me with the view of a checkered thong panty while I dropped my pants. My telekinesis solved the problem of her panties, ripping them away in a whirlwind. I blew her top and bra away too, leaving her with just skirt, sneakers and bobby socks to covering her. She screamed again, and tried to scramble away, but I was pounced on her and she collapsed on her back underneath me. Soon the tip of my dick was rewarded with the wispy touch of soft, yielding folds of her cuntlips. I pinned her shoulders to the floors, and felt the heat emanating from her pussy as I positioned my self for entry. She struggled wildly, strong with youth, trashing her head back and forth, kicking her legs and moving her hips in a desperate attempt to evade. The struggle only made me harder . Triumphantly, I breached her gates, ramming my cock into her unwilling cunt. She wasn't wet, but a generous amount of my pre-cum did the job soon enough. She felt fantastic, like any pretty cheerleader should. Each trust went deeper into the 17 year-old, grinding her hips into the carpet. She kicked her head back, screaming silently now, and her face was turning red. As I thrust, my mind entered hers, exploring, raping and beginning the process of turning her into her daddy's little slut. I didn't go to far, the real work would come later, but a little mental work reinforced with my very physical rape would go a long way. She was quiet know, staring blankly at the ceiling as I drove in and out of for the last time. My scream was worthy of Al Pacino as I jerked and shook over the girl. I released her mind and her eyes met mine in frozen fear. My cock slid out of the girl with a faint pop, and I pinched the nipple of a fleshy tit and twisted it with a wink as I got up. "You're going to do well here honey," I said. She was too stunned to respond. "Thanks for the quickie. I really needed it. Got to talk to your daddy now, but don't worry, I'll take more time with you later." She remained silent and frozen as I re-dressed and straightened myself out. Her spread-eagled body looked fantastic... toned and shapely, not overly defined... topped with a warm, golden tan. I'm not a big breast man usually, but hers were perfectly formed as well as quite large. I looked forward to playing with them. Big tan nipples like those were ripe for piercing. I turned way and called for a valet to pick up the girl and get her cleaned up. Sixteen minutes after I left him, I returned to Chaz just as the swaying hips of Julie, one of the household handmaidens, disappeared behind a curtain on the far side of the office. The look on Chaz's face was about as satisfied as my own. I chuckled as I realized the concubine bore more than a passing resemblance to his own 13 year old daughter. Without knowing I had just fucked the shit out of his lovely Sara, Chaz laid out his offer to me. He would turn his girls over to me for two months, to use and train as I saw fit. After that time had passed, they would be returned to him. He'd then have three compliant, willing, perverse little sluts of daughters to fulfill his dark fantasies. He'd previously offered a sum of 2 million dollars for the training expenses, but I deferred saying "No, really, it's my pleasure." It definitely would be. We talked old times for awhile, until the evening approached and guests began to arrive. Suffice it to say, the party went very well. The features of the evening went very well. Hard bodied twins snatched from a college town dance club were very popular with my Japanese guest. An ex-bikini model turned into a nympho maniac was a hit with the Texan. An up and coming actress, Nikki Cox, was a sight to behold on the rack. Several of guys spend hours "pulling a train" on the sexy young redhead, pumping every one of her holes with cum during her screams. The assortment of pleasures was wide and varied to match any fetish. The centerpiece of the festivities I reserved for my good friend Chaz. I was afraid he might have some faint pangs of guilt about leaving his daughters in my clutches, so I gave him something to keep his mind off his girls. My major domo, Lauren, brought out the highlight - leading her along with a leash tied to a firm dog collar. Alyssa Milano was a vision tonight, her toned body clad only in 5" heels and a mockery of a black string bikini. She smoldered as she looked over the crowd, knowing they all wanted to taste her, to keep her. Month's after I first grabbed her, she'd become a devastating cock-slave. Any inhibitions or free will long destroyed by my mental influence. Alyssa swayed across the room as Lauren led her to Chaz. She sat on his lap and melted... cooing softly as she tongued his ear and nuzzled him. All guests satisfied, I rose and considered my options for the evening. I thought of Chaz's daughters again and went toward their cells just as Ms. Milano's hand disappeared into my dear friend's trousers. ---- It was a busy night after an exhausting day, so you now you can understand why even Thuy's desperation wasn't enough to get me going. Hot water from the morning shower soothed me, and I just stood there for moments, enjoying the sensations. I soaped up myself, not wanting any company for a while. Or so I thought.... eventually the little master awoke, surprising even me. The idea of a shower encounter began to have appeal suddenly, and I thought of calling in Thuy again, but realized the staff had probably taken her away by now. A willing slut wasn't what I needed now any how, I wanted something else. She had to be perfect this morning, not just any girl off the street. But more importantly, She needed to be in the house, so I could have her now. I review the current stable in my mind and found the one. I called out to Lauren, and on the double-quick, she brought the girl to me, tossing her without ceremony on to the tile floor of my 8'x8' shower room. Winona Ryder pulled herself up slowly, a vision of beauty in the mists of the shower. I reached my hand out to her, gently grabbing her tiny, trembling hand and pulled her toward me. The water flowed over both our bodies, and stimulation of her slippery skin brought my cock to full attention. She was trembling, surprised by my tenderness as I caressed her. Winona knew too well that I brought her out only for special occasions, She new that I found the fear and terror expressed her eyes more exiting than any of my other celebrity thralls. That is of course what I loved her for, and I hugged her close, enjoying her breasts pressed against my midsection, feeling her nipples stiffen at the touch of my skin. he clutched to me tightly, almost for security, rubbing her cheek against my chest. "Whhh...wh...what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered. "Hmm...," I considered. "What would you like me to do?" "Let me go home." She said without hesitation. "Hmmm...." I considered. "No." I grabbed her by the shoulders, raising her into the air. She flinched with the pressure of my fingers and the anticipation of what was to come. She dangled in the air before me, and with quick deliberate steps I carried her to the far wall, slamming her into it and keeping her there. With her feet nearly 2' from the floor, her breasts were in perfect range for me. An engorged nipple slipped into my mouth. I held it with my teeth and teased it with my tongue, as Winona moaned in pleasure. Yes, moaned. Winona was one of my most successful mind alterations. She kept most of her personality and natural charisma and a heightened fear of me that would not dull over time. She dreaded sessions with me, because she knew I'd molest, humiliate, beat and rape her just to the see the reaction in those big brown eyes. At the same time, she loved it. She wanted to feel the back of my hand so much she couldn't stand it. The more degrading the act, the harder she came when I was through. She looked forward to my visits, but could never admit it to herself. The humiliation, the pleasure, the pain and the lust sent her into a confused spin each time she thought of me. I sucked more of her breast into my mouth until her nipple rubbed the roof of my mouth. I bit down until she shrieked, but not hard enough to do damage. The feel and taste of her flesh was enough to make me a cannibal, but I restrained myself. I wanted her to be the flesh eater for now. I released Winona suddenly and she dropped painfully to the floor beneath me. I smiled at her, and she automatically parted those beautiful red lips, resigned to her fate. I obliged her, shoving my cock into her mouth. She worked it desperately, but not good enough. I thrust my hips forward, knocking the back of her head into the shower wall hard enough to crack the tile. She tried to scream with my cock slamming the back of her throat. The vibrations traveled the length of my shaft and up my spine, giving me goose bumps on the back of my neck. I nearly unloaded into Winona right there. I shifted position and pulled on hair, forcing more of my cock into her face. Soon her nose was pressed into my bladder, and her chin pressed against my balls. My hands kept her head firmly in place for 5... 10.... 20 seconds. Winona was losing control now, starving for oxygen. Her esophagus contracted, her lungs drew, only pulling my cock farther, impossibly farther inside. Her legs kicked and flailed.. her fingernails gouged my legs... I'd never impaled her throat for this long, and loved the sensations of this ultimate deep throat. I finally withdrew, before she would pass out. Her hands instantly went to her neck, massaging it as her lungs heaved. Her wet breasts rose and fell dramatically. That fear I was looking forward to was now there in her eyes, accented by mascara running from the shower and tears. She saw that smile on my face and lunged on all fours toward the shower door, trying to get way. I side stepped an with a light kick, knocked her away. She rolled until she was face down on the floor, her body wracked with sobbing and heaving. I watch her cry, and almost missed the sight of her hand thoughtlessly slipping beneath her body, groping for the petals of her fat pink pussy lips. Her long fingers disappeared in the folds, searching for her clit and exploring the darkness. The humiliation... she had fallen so far. Another indignity awaited her as I crouch over her body. Her hand stayed at her pussy, frigging even as I closed her legs together. I straddled her bum, rubbing my cock in the cleft of her moist, luscious ass. She moaned and cried as I pressed the head of my cock against her pink, puckered asshole. Her body shook as I pressed into her. Vainly, she made a half-hearted attempt to free herself from my invasion of her ass. She was too far gone at this point. I could feel her nail lightly scrape my balls as I shoved my cock to the hilt up her shit hole. I rode her tush at a leisurely pace. Winona was such a small girl, she thought I would split her in half the first time I fucked her butt, and still cowered at the idea. With each slow, full withdrawal from her ass I called her a slut and cock slave. With each new and deliberate penetration I called her a whore and a toy and a victim. The time had come, and I withdrew for the last time. I stood, legs spread, and pulled her up by her hair. Both her hands were glued to her pussy now as I got her into a sitting position. She moaned and squirmed in her shameful ecstasy. Her eyes look up and mine in mindless lust and complete subject. With one hand I pushed her head back and with the other I stroked my cock, holding it over her face. That face looking up in anticipation.... those lovely legs splayed across the floor... her fingers buried insider her... those breasts... soaking and dripping in the water. Winona Ryder was mine to humiliate, to rape at my whim. A woman I could abuse and use and be thanked for the privilege. Streams of cum leapt from my cock, turning a beautiful brown eye into a pool of my semen. Another salvo reached from cheek to cheek, crossing her nose. The third and largest load slammed into her mouth, splashing on her teeth and leaving her lips dripping with my cum. I let go of her head and Winona collapsed in a heap, exhausted from orgasms at least as powerful as my own. When I recovered from my deed, Lauren came back in to retrieve Winona. I wonder what the rest of the day held for me? -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |