Chapter 1 | Afternoon

Ethan was pleased to see Kris emerge from the jetway dressed as she was instructed... a white cotton blouse buttoned only enough to hide her nipples, a skirt barely long enough to save her from arrest, stockings (they'd better not be pantyhose) and suitable shoes.

For her sake, Ethan hoped that was all she was wearing.

It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Ethan hoped people Kris encountered during her trip tried to peek down her blouse to see her B-cup tits.

The guy sitting next to her on the plane probably got an eyeful. Knowing Kris, it made her wet. In that vein, he would determine later whether she was wearing panties. Her instructions were to be bare beneath her skirt.

Ethan met Kris as a result of erotic stories she posted on the Internet, and a genuine friendship blossomed. Eventually her husband, Paul, contacted Ethan because Paul wanted to further her sexual education -- and maybe to indulge his wife's fantasies.

Ethan's burgeoning friendship with him resulted in Paul's decision to send Kris for a day under Ethan's tutelage. Partially as a reward for being a good little girl at home and partially to broaden her horizons, Paul sent Kris to Ethan for 24 hours of submission. She arrived shortly after noon.

She stepped off the plane with the clear understanding that she would submit fully for the entire time she was with him. Her safe word would be her only out. She was to be his living sex toy, and he intended to send her home wrung out, limp, wet -- and satisfied.

Kris looked beautiful. Ethan was delighted to finally see her lovely face in person instead of in a photograph. It was an exciting moment for her, too, and they enthusiastically kissed and embraced. The mutual affection was palpable when they touched each other for the first time.

Their conversation walking to the car didn't belie his plans. A casual observer might think they were brother and sister or a reunited husband and wife. Down the escalator, across the skywalk and into the parking garage they went. They reached his rental car in a back corner of the garage and placed her overnight bag in the backseat while he subtly grabbed something he'd stashed earlier.

He summoned her to the front of the car and told her to bend over the hood. She complied, and he lifted her skirt to assess whether she'd dressed according to instructions.

Pleased to see that she was, indeed, without underwear, he caressed her bottom and admired its fine shape. His fingers slid lower and encountered the swollen lips of her pussy, which were warm and wet with her arousal.

"When did your husband last take you?"

"Last night, Sir."

"Not this morning?"

"No, Sir, I sucked him off in the car before we went into the airport."

Ethan was pleased by her answer. He was glad to know Paul was enthusiastic about her adventure. It was exciting to Ethan to know that part of her wetness was Paul's sperm, signifying that she'd been a good girl before departing.

Ethan stroked the lips slightly and withdrew his hand. His own arousal stirred in his pants now that he'd finally touched her prize. He sniffed his fingers and smiled at the bouquet.

He pulled her bottom open and exposed her anal ring. He eyed it and speculated in his mind about its history. She felt a cold, hard object nudging at her taboo orifice, and Ethan slid a small buttplug inside. Once it was firmly seated, Ethan playfully spanked her bottom and lowered her skirt.

"Get in. We're going for a tour of Nashville."

Inside the car, he told Kris to pull the hem of her skirt to her waist before she buckled up. It was his first frontal view of her pussy, and she was gorgeous. It was freshly groomed, and the triangular tuft was sexy.

She told Ethan later that her husband watched her trim it, aroused at the knowledge he was watching his wife prepare herself for another man.

"Keep your legs open," Ethan commanded. Kris complied, and he slid his fingers between her lips to feel her wetness and play with her clit. The buttplug was helping to stimulate her body and her mind.

Ethan reached over and unbuttoned her blouse so that it gaped open enough to see her boobies. Her nipples were hard, and Ethan was pleased. He reached across with his left hand to fondle her right tit. "You are a good little girl," he whispered as he kissed her on the ear.

He backed out of the parking space and headed for the exit. When the parking booth loomed ahead, Kris realized her predicament. "Keep your legs open," he reminded her.

Ethan nonchalantly handed the attendant his ticket and a $10 bill. The attendant cleared his throat when he looked into the car and saw her condition. Ethan was pleased that Kris was unflinching as she displayed her charms to the stranger. He hoped that the attendant would think of Kris and would enjoy passion with his wife later that night.

Leaving the airport, they headed for the interstate and downtown. Ethan slipped his fingers into her pussy to play with her clit and found her as wet as the Cumberland River. He gently manipulated her sex as they talked about her flight and the sights of the city.

Their conversation was innocent and didn't reveal the sexual tension or Ethan's plans for her. They made no reference to her wicked display of the moment, though Ethan stole safe glances regularly. His cock was rock hard and leaking, but Kris hadn't seen it yet.

They left the interstate on Second Avenue and headed into downtown. Ethan's historical trivia and the architectural sites probably bored Kris, but she acted interested. They pulled into Riverfront Park and passed a police cruiser. Ethan looked down to make sure her legs were still open, and he was pleased to see her obeying as they drove past the police officer.

They cruised up Capitol Hill and circled the Capitol building, passing in front of the windows of the governor's office. It was an ironic contrast... the dignity of the state against her state of indignity.

Exiting downtown, they headed south on Fifth Avenue and through a light industrial area before parking in front of a gaudy establishment next to the Interstate that billed itself as "The World's Largest Adult Bookstore".

"Come on," he said. "We're going in."

Kris walked delicately as the buttplug stimulated her down there. The neighborhood was slightly seedy, but Ethan knew it was perfectly safe in the broad light of day. The mood inside the store was raw sexuality. Endless rows of movies were for sale or rent on virtually any legal topic. Books and magazines filled numerous shelves. They browsed, and Kris looked at a few movies.

Ethan guided her to the rows of toys and novelties, browsing them with her.

"Pick something for yourself," he instructed.

Ethan step away as she studied the offerings, leaving her alone and slightly vulnerable but staying close enough to step in if anyone hassled her. He was sure the other customers in the store -- nearly all of them men -- were eyeing Kris and wondering about her.

She returned to him with two choices... a buttplug larger than the one that already impaled her and a jelly dildo of a very realistic and above-average cock. Ethan was impressed. "Good little girl," he said. "Those are nice choices."

Ethan handed her $40 and told her to pay for the toys herself. Kris walked to the counter and handed the oily clerk her selections. She felt very self-conscious, as if she should just say "I plan to take these home and fuck myself with them."

The clerk contemplated her sexuality as he completed the purchase and thanked her. Kris and Ethan headed for the door.

Driving to their hotel, they discussed her experience and how Kris felt in the bookstore. She told Ethan it turned her on to feel so exposed and vulnerable, especially since her pussy was bare beneath her skirt.

He parked in front of the hotel and gave the keys to a valet while reaching into the backseat for her overnight bag. Skipping the front desk, they headed to their room.

Alone in the elevator, Ethan slipped his hand beneath her skirt and fingered her pussy while they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing in the wetness. He pressed his body against her, and she felt his stiffness against her thigh. Ethan felt Kris shudder slightly, and he withdrew his fingers. It was too soon for her to cum.

Their room on the 22nd floor beheld a breathtaking view of downtown and the Capitol, which they admired from the window. Standing behind her, Ethan cupped her boobies to fondle them.

He unbuttoned her blouse completely and exposed her tits to the world. He held them again and rolled the nipples between his thumb and index finger. He nuzzled and kissed her neck. "You'll remember this trip for the rest of her life," he promised.

Ethan unzipped her skirt and lowered it, kissing her bottom lightly as he did. He removed the buttplug.

"Come on. Let's go take a shower."

Kris finished undressing as Ethan skinned out of his clothes. He watched her staring at his hard cock when it bobbed into view. Liquid leaked from the tip. Ethan stroked it a few times to tantalize her with his brazen behavior.

They hugged their naked bodies together and kissed until the shower warmed up and steam began to roll out. He grabbed her butt and pulled Kris to him, and they tried to communicate their passion speechlessly with their mouths. Ethan was excited that she was such a good kisser.

Stepping into the shower, he instructed Kris to wash him from head to toe. She soaped her hands and began with his face, working lower until she reached his turgid staff, which she washed very thoroughly. Ethan eventually suggested she desist, for he wasn't ready to reward this sub with his sperm yet. She would have to do more to earn that.

Similarly, Ethan washed Kris extensively. With her back to him, his soapy hands glided over her boobies. Ethan squeezed and fondled them for several minutes as he kissed her ears. Washing her slit removed the copious juices -- both hers and her husband's -- that had accumulated there, but Ethan know they'd be replenished promptly.

His hands glided around her hips and began to spread soap up and down the crack of her ass. His fingers probed into her private region, and one finger began to massage her rosebud.

The fingertip slid inside and then his digit fully penetrated her bottom. Kris moaned as Ethan's right hand fucked her bottom and his left hand massaged her boobie. He whispered into her ear about what a good little girl she was and how he was going to fully possess her body and her mind before he sent her home.

Fearful that a touch to her clit might set her off, he continued massaging her mind with his suggestive words, his invading finger and his fondling hand. This was but preparation for the trials to follow. "You're going to have behave for me, Kris. I expect you to obey me. Your safe word is 'cease'. Otherwise, you will do everything I tell you to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me the word."

"Cease."

"Are you eager?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you a naughty slut?"

"Yes, Sir"

"We'll see about that."

Ethan's finger slid from her rectum, and they rinsed off. Exiting the shower, he handed Kris a towel and made her dry him first even as water dripped from her body. Once she was finished, Ethan grabbed a fresh towel and began to pat and rub her dry with a special touch for the special places.

"Kneel and bend over the edge of the tub."

Kris complied. "Like this?"

"Yes."

Ethan opened her bottom and gazed at her charms. Kneeling behind her, he leaned forward and kissed her rosebud as it winked at him. Ethan licked it and caressed it with his tongue. His tongue slid lower and barely entered her pussy, teasing the opening of her cunt. It was his first direct taste of her after months of wondering, and it tantalized him. She tasted delicious.

Rising, they repaired to the bedroom. They donned the luxurious terry cloth robes from the closet. Kris sat in the easy chair near the window, and Ethan pulled a bottle of white wine from the ice bucket, filling two glasses. Ethan sat in the adjacent chair.

"To a good little girl," Ethan toasted.

"Thank you, Sir," Kris bashfully replied.

Ethan lifted a pipe from the table and lit a bowlful of Tennessee's No. 1 cash crop before passing it to Kris. She didn't feign innocence. Kris handled the pipe skillfully, inhaling a long toke and holding it in her lungs as she flashed him a wicked smile.

"When did you first indulge in evil weed?" Ethan chuckled.

"College," Kris said. "A boyfriend and I used to like to get high."

"Did you have good sex when you were stoned."

A broad smile enveloped her face. "Yes. We did."

"Did he have a nice cock?"

"Yes, it was beautiful."

"How big?"

"About 8 inches."

"Circumcised?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Did you swallow his cum?"

"Yes, Sir." A blush crept across her face.

"Who was the first guy you sucked?"

"A boyfriend in high school."

"How old?"

"Me or him?"

"Both."

"I was a sophomore. He was a senior."

"Did you swallow his cum, too?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you like the taste of cum?"

"Yes, Sir."

The wine and the smoke were having the desired effect on both of them. Their conversation aroused Ethan, and his cock emerged from the front of his robe. They both looked at its purplish head. It twitched because of his excitement. Her robe gaped open and exposed her boobies.

"Take your robe off. Then lie in the middle of the bed on your back."

"Yes, Sir."

As she obeyed, Ethan dropped his robe, walked to the top corner of the bed and lifted a soft nylon rope that he'd secured earlier to the bed frame. He lifted her arm and tied the rope around her wrist before walking around the bed to secure the other.

The same occurred to her legs, and Kris was naked and spread-eagle before Ethan. He pulled a chair to the foot of the bed and sat, gazing upon her naked, exposed form. She looked lovely.

Her B-cup boobies were twin peaks upon her chest. Her pussy was barely open but fully swollen. The clitoral hood was visible between her labia, as it always was. Ethan thought about the good fortune of her husband who could enjoy her body and her mind regularly.

Rising, he went to the bathroom for some supplies. He returned with scissors, shaving gel, a razor and towels. Sitting on the bed between her legs, his gaze returned to her open pussy. He reached out and played with it, flipping her clit with his fingers. Kris lifted her hips as the sensations shot through her body. She was so wound up that Ethan expected her to go off with each contact.

He lifted the scissors with his right hand and pulled at her pussy hair with his left, quickly snipping the hair that remained. He squeezed some shaving gel onto his hand and massaged it into the stubble.

"When did you get your first pubes?"

"I was 12, Sir."

"Is that when you began to play with your pussy?"

"No, Sir."

"Was it before or after?"

"I was playing with my pussy when I was 11, but I didn't have an orgasm until I was 12, a few months after my hair started to grow there. Getting hair made me think about it more and play with it more until one day... boom... it happened."

The razor was smoothly doing its job as they talked.

"That's lovely. How did you like to masturbate back then?"

"On my back with my legs open."

As he finished shaving her pussy, she told Ethan in detail about her early masturbation. He cherished the image of preteen Kris on her back, her chest flat and her fingers in her virgin pussy.

And he silently joined Kris in wishing that the cock that created her could have penetrated her innocent pussy. Kris would have looked so lovely beneath her father as he spurted lust inside of her.

Ethan finished and wiped her vulva with a warm, wet towel. It was as smooth as when she was 11, and it looked very sexy. Her lips parted slightly to show her clitoral hood. Ethan applied a little bit of baby oil to soothe the newly bare skin. With everything that was about to happen down there, she would need protection from friction.

Sitting beside Kris on the King-size bed, he fondled her tit. He flipped his finger lightly across the tip of her left nipple, admiring its size as it swelled with arousal. His hand massaged the breast as the finger continued to tickle the tip.

Ethan lowered his head and began to suck on the turgid flesh of his sub. Kris groaned as the sensations shot through her body to her pussy and to her brain. He rolled the nipple against his lips with his tongue, massaging it firmly. He pulled it with his lips, stretching her boobie as she writhed with pleasure and pulled against her restraints.

His right hand slowly reached for the drawer of the bedside table and pulled it open. He opened a small purple velvet sack. Reaching into the sack, he removed a stainless steel nipple clamp with smooth jaws and a thumbscrew to control its pressure.

Ethan adjusted the clamp and opened it, slowly releasing the jaws to grasp her swollen flesh. Kris exhaled sharply as the device grasped her nipple but then give Ethan a brave smile.

He walked to the other side of the bed and repeated the procedure, stimulating her boobie until he deemed it ready and then applying the clamp to intensify her pleasure.