Chapter 11

When I woke, I was incredibly sore — all over. I had no idea how long I'd been asleep. My eyes were still bandaged and my wrists still fastened above me. I could tell my tongue was swollen as it seemed to fill my mouth.

I needed to piss again. I tried to call Dave's name. I discovered it was really hard to talk with a post in my mouth. I didn't get much volume out. He must not have been far though because I heard him come in my room and ask what the problem was.

Somehow I got him to understand I needed the toilet.

"And did I tell you to talk?" he asked.

"No, but I really need to go." I said, thickly.

"Fine, if you can't hold it until I'm ready to release you, wet your bed." he told me. And then I heard him leave.

I was determined not to wet my bed. But the more I thought about holding it, the more I had to piss. I tried to think about other things. I tried to think about school on Tuesday. I tried to think about cute guys I liked. I tried to think about what it could be like tonight when Rachel came over. I tried to think about how I wanted to tell Mom what had been going on.

But always, my mind kept returning to my need to piss. It felt like I'd held it for hours. I had no idea of the passage of time. Finally, I decided Dave wasn't going to come back in time and my bladder let go.

Soon I was lying naked in a pool of my own piss. It smelled awful. Once again, I was humiliated. Dave seemed to be waiting for that moment because I soon heard him over my own crying, come into my room.

"Tsk tsk tsk" he said. "Just couldn't hold it, could you. You are such a bad little girl. And with Rachel coming over in a while. Hmmmm... Oh yeah, she called while you were asleep and said she could come. She'll be here at 10."

He released my wrists and removed the eye bandages and got me up. Taking me into the bathroom, he told me to take a shower, clean myself up and fix my hair for tonight's party. Amazingly, he left me in there, unrestrained, but told me I might get the bandages back on my eyes later.

Of course, the first thing I did was look in the mirror. The first thing I saw was the stud in my nose. Actually, it wasn't too bad. It was a simple small stone with a hint of green that matched my eyes. I thought it was kind of cute really.

I opened my mouth to see my post. It only extended maybe a quarter of an inch above and below my tongue. I was relieved. It felt like it was a mile above my tongue. There was a deep green stone visible on the top of the stud. If I hadn't had it put in against my will, I might have liked it.

I took the bandage off my tattoo to see it. I'd never seen the symbol before. It was all in one color, kind of dark blue. It was circular and looked like three overlapping teardrops with a small red dot in the middle of the bottom of each drop. It was maybe three inches in diameter.

It was kind of cool, but I had never wanted a tattoo. I looked at it with a sense of loss, tears again coming to my eyes. The piercings could all heal over in time, but this... this was permanent.

Dave had marked me. I felt like I'd been branded. I grieved at the loss of something inside me. I felt like something of who Stephanie used to be as an individual was gone, gone forever. This wasn't a game. For the first time, I realized that this wasn't some kind of kinky weekend game we were playing.

I took a long hot shower. The tattoo was painful to wash, but it felt good to be clean again. I dried off, fixed my hair and applied some makeup. I also made sure my bowels were empty.

Without thinking, I wrapped a towel around myself and went back to my room. Dave was in his room and called to me to change my sheets before I did anything else. While I was finishing that up, Dave came in and saw me wrapped in the towel. He was ticked again and said I should know better than try to get away with something that stupid. In a stern angry voice, he said, "Did I tell you to wrap up in a towel?"

"No... sir." I mumbled as I took it off and put it on the bed.

He grabbed my wrists, put them behind me and took his belt out of his pants. Then he sat on the bed, forcing me onto his lap by pushing on my wrists with his left hand. Doubling the belt, he smacked me with it on my butt.

I screamed bloody murder! It hurt like hell! He slapped me with the belt five times... on my butt and upper thighs. Be the second hit, I was sobbing again. I kept trying to tell him I was sorry. That it would never happen again.

"I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry." I pleaded, but he just kept whipping my butt with that belt. I doubt he even understood my words. It sounded like I was gagged with my swollen tongue.

When he was done, he released my wrists from his grasp and let my feet and knees fall onto the floor, but held onto my waist, giving me a hug, saying, "Steph, you've just got to learn, okay sweetie?"

The contrast was amazing. Minutes ago, the anger had flared and now he was so tender and kind. He rubbed my sore butt and kissed me. He stood me up and rubbed a salve on my tattoo.

I just rubbed my fiery butt trying to put out the flames while I continued to cry. I could feel that he'd raised welts on it and they stung like a thousand bees.

He checked over my piercings to look for redness or swelling and even had me stick out my tongue. It was obviously swollen, but didn't seem infected. He put antibiotic ointments on everything to make sure (except to my tongue of course).

I was surprised when I noticed the clock said it was 9 pm. I had napped longer than I thought. My stomach gurgled and growled. I hadn't had much to eat today. Breakfast had been a cup of cereal and milk while lunch had been a little bit of milkshake through a straw.

Dave heard my stomach though and said it sounded like I was hungry. I just nodded. He pushed me down on my knees in front of him and told me to suck him off and he'd think about something for me to eat.

I thought about telling him no, but didn't. I opened my mouth to take him in, but my whole jaw hurt like fire. I didn't think I'd get his cock far into my mouth since my tongue already seemed to fill it. My tongue hurt like hell as I tried again and again to push onto him. Dave got impatient though and pushed against the back of my head, forcing himself inside. I screamed!

Again, he fucked my mouth while I wailed and cried at the pain. I could feel every millimeter of his cock scraping by my tongue and its new pain rod. But my pain and tears didn't stop him from becoming quickly excited.

When he was about to ejaculate, he sat up straight and pushed me away a little while pulling out of my mouth. Then he told me to use my hands to jerk him off. I did and when he was about to cum, he told me to point it at my naked tits.

Soon, my breasts had his cum all over them. He told me to rub it around and work that cum into my skin real good, like it was a beauty treatment. And just after I'd had a shower! I rubbed an even coat all over my breasts and even some of my abdomen. Satisfied, he told me what a good little slut I was and patted the top of my head. I just bowed my head in shame, though part of me was glad that he was happy with me now, rather than angry.

"What shall we have you wear for our little party tonight" he mused.

He started going through my drawers and my closet. In the end, he settled for the Wilma skirt he'd bought for me and a tight white half shirt with a band logo on the back. No bra or panties of course. My abdomen was exposed from about 3 inches above my belly button to about the same distance below it. My waistband rested just above the new tattoo.

"Okay," Dave said, "you have permission to talk tonight (if you can) and you are free to act normally, but follow my lead if I decide to take things in a different direction. You cannot tell me 'no' tonight, so if I tell you to strip and jump up and down on one leg, you do it, even if Rachel is watching. And you will agree with anything I say, so if I say the sky is falling, you agree, okay?" he asked.

"Yes sir." I said. I couldn't help but wonder where this was going. Surely, he wouldn't let Rachel in on what had been going on.

Dave told me to lie down on my bed and hold onto the headboard with my hands. Under no circumstances was I to let go or I'd have to wear wrist restraints while Rachel was here. Then he lifted my skirt onto my belly and started fingering my pussy.

"You know you're already wet, don't you my little slut?" he asked.

I nodded my head, feeling shamed again.

"Well that's good," he said, "you wouldn't be a true cock-sucking slut if you didn't love it enough to be aroused by it."

It was weird, but what he said had truth to it. The things he'd done to humiliate me, even when I was getting him off, also seemed to excite me as well. I didn't want to admit it, but he did seem to know me better than I did myself. He knew what excited me.

I felt the heat between my legs growing as he continued to finger me. The 'itch' and the need were once again winning and I felt my desire to be satisfied grow. The tingling spread from my pussy throughout my whole body.

All the prohibitions and morals that I'd grown up with, all the inhibitions my family and schooling had drilled into me, seemed to be getting trashed over the last few days. My body seemed to belong to a different person than the model 14 year old girl I had been raised to be. Dave had spent the last few days teaching me that inside my body, I was the submissive cock-sucking slut he'd told me I was. My body got off on sucking my brother's cock, on being fingered by him, and by being exposed and humiliated. Even the pain aroused me a little.

My breathing began to be ragged as my excitement built up. How could anyone want to cum as much as I did?

Being a 'normal' 14 year-old girl had never been all that exciting, but sticking with what was expected of me by my mother, my school and everyone else had been... comfortable. I hardly ever got in trouble and everyone saw me as a good girl.

I started panting as my orgasm approached... thrusting my hips up into Dave's loving fingers. His fingers working inside my slit and rubbing my clit were lighting a fire in me again.

The events of recent days had been demonstrating that I was not really the nice good little girl everyone, including me, thought that I was. I was a girl who seemed to crave having something stimulating her pussy. I always seemed to want to cum, just like now... to cum and cum and cum and never come down from that sexual high. As a 14 year-old, my hormones were racing through my body on overdrive. And every time Dave gave me some excitement, I wanted more.

Dave seemed to be prolonging my excitement without really letting me cum. I'd get close to cumming and he'd pull his dripping fingers out of my pussy and dry them off on my thighs, then put them back inside me to build my excitement up again.

I didn't want to be a cock-sucking slut. Much of my mind refused to accept that I was turning into such a thing. But every minute of every day, I felt my resistance draining away. I was more and more willing to do what Dave told me to do. My reluctance to submit to his will — to his every command — was dying with every swat of his hand, slap of his belt, and thrust of his finger.

And I felt his finger thrusting up in me now, and I wanted to cum bad, but he hadn't gotten me that far yet. He kept taking his finger out and wiping it on my thighs, which were now a sticky slimy mess. Once again, I could smell my own sex wafting through the room.

My whole body was beading up with sweat. I was just on the edge, panting and thrusting, my heart racing... and he stopped completely. I figured I needed to beg. So I did.

"Please master... Please let me cum. I need it so bad. Please let your slut cum."

"Not now slut." He told me he'd finish me later and smiled at me, giving me a kiss. I wanted to scream!

Allowing me to let go of the headboard, he pulled me up to my feet, smoothing my skirt down. In places, it stuck to my thighs from all the juices that had spilled from my pussy. He added to what I was wearing by having me put on my only pair of high heels. They were only 4 inch heels, but still...

He led me downstairs and told me to go in the kitchen and fix some snacks for when Rachel came over while he looked through to see what movies we could watch until it was time for the Time Square ball to drop. I asked him if I could go upstairs and put my contacts in since we'd be watching movies, but he said it wasn't important for me to see that clearly.

I fixed up some popcorn and cheese and crackers and things. I brought them into the living room and set them on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

Then Dave let me sit on the couch to watch an evening sit-com. I felt a little self-conscious with my juices and his drying on my body. I could still smell myself.

It wasn't too long before the doorbell rang. Dave had me get up and answer it. He also instructed me to give her a tight hug of greeting. He wanted me to let her know I wasn't wearing a bra. Just the thought of advertising that with my friend made my nipples hard for some reason. But there was no help for it. I went and greeted Rachel, giving her the friendly hug Dave had requested.

Rachel could obviously feel my nipples poking her in the chest. The humiliation just made my nipples harder. She smiled at me a little hesitantly, and I noticed her looking at my chest when we backed away from the hug.

Then her eyes went from my chest to my naked midriff where she noticed the piercing I wore there. Her mouth dropped to the floor and she stepped back further, only to be shocked again by my hose piercing.

"Stephanie! What have you DONE to yourself this Christmas?" she asked.

"Just a few changes." I said, anxious to change the subject. "Come on in the living room." I proceeded in and she followed me.

Dave stood when we came in. He was wearing loose khaki shorts and a T-shirt. As we were sitting down, I noticed Rachel having a hard time not ogling him.

Dave sat in an easy chair while Rachel and I sat on the couch. Rachel was dressed in tight fitting jeans, tennis shoes, and a pink long sleeve sweater (and from our hug, I knew she had on a bra).

Rachel tore her eyes from Dave long enough to repeat her question to me.

Before I could answer, Dave spoke up for me and said, "Oh don't worry about her Rachel, she's just going through one of those slutty type rebellious phases. Everybody needs to experiment a little." Naturally, I turned red, but didn't say anything.

Rachel asked if she could get a close-up look at things and after a glance from Dave, I agreed. She touched my nose piercing and even looked up inside my nostril to see how it was fastened. Then she played with my belly button piercing and the attached ring. She asked if that was all.

I was about to say yes, when Dave chimed in and said no. I looked at Dave and he just nodded his head. I just said, "Look" and tilted my head back and opened my mouth wide to show her my tongue.

Rachel was awestruck. She had me play with it a little inside my mouth so she could see it move around. I could tell she wanted to put her finger in my mouth and touch it. But I wasn't too crazy about that.

Dave piped up and said, "Steph, why don't you show her your other little experiment?"

I just dropped my jaw and froze.

Rachel was instantly intrigued. "What other experiment?" she asked, looking expectantly at me.

"It's... it's a tattoo" I said. I still couldn't talk all that well and tried to keep my words to a minimum.

"YOU GOT A TATTOO! Stephanie!!!!" she exclaimed. Then she got a thoughtful look on her face and asked, "Where?"

I pointed to where it was.

"Go ahead and show her, Steph" Dave said.

"Have you seen it?" she asked Dave.

"Sure, it's no big deal" he said.

Rachel didn't seem so sure. Normally I would have refused. But I remembered Dave's orders that I was not to tell him no tonight. Well here was the first test of that instruction and his authority. I wondered what else he was going to tell me to do.

I stood up and tried to inch my skirt down, but it was too tight to go down that far. So, I turned it around and unfastened it, then held it together as I lowered the open waistline far enough down so she could see.

Rachel was intrigued. She asked what the symbol represented. I told her I didn't know if it meant anything, it was just a cool symbol. After she had her look, I raised my skirt again and refastened it.

Rachel looked curious and asked what all the change was about. She wanted to understand why her friend was behaving so radically different from usual.

I wasn't sure what to tell her. I said I was just tired of the old me and wanted to try out some new looks. I know, it was pretty lame.

But Dave wanted to go further. "Oh" he said, "it's more than that. I think Stephanie is growing up. She's no longer a child and is discovering her own sexuality. Subconsciously, she's been trying to discover ways of portraying her sexuality."

"So, what else are you doing to be sexy, Stephanie?" she asked, with a mischievous little grin.

"That's pretty much it." I said. "Just some piercings and the tattoo."

"Oh come on Steph... you can tell Rachel. She's your friend. Actually Rachel, she's been going through a kinky stage lately" Dave said.

"Ohhh?" said Rachel. "What kind of kinky?" she asked, looking at Dave.

"Dave!" I said, trying to stop him from revealing anything else.

Rachel got this look on her face like she was about to be given the keys to the Taj Mahal.

"She gets turned on by just about anything these days." Dave said. "Just look at her nipples — which you can see since she hates wearing bras."

I just about died of embarrassment, but my nipples WERE hard. I looked down and saw them poking through the thin material of my T-shirt. My arms jerked up to cover myself, but it was too late. Rachel had already seen and was smiling at me.

"Rachel," Dave asked, "do YOU get excited all the time like that? When people talk about you and make you reveal things, do your nipples get hard?"

Now it was Rachel's turn to be embarrassed. She turned about three shades of red, but she denied it saying, "Not me, of course not."

"Well Stephanie is worried that she's strange, like she's the only girl that gets excited by such things. I think she's wrong... that most girls get excited when they get embarrassed or even when that's combined with a little pain." Dave explained.

Rachel got another puzzled look on her face and said, "Pain? What do you mean pain?"

I started to object to the direction of the conversation, but one look from Dave and I sat quiet.

"Well, you know how things like taking a shit can be painful and feel good at the same time? How tickling can make you go crazy and make you laugh, too? Well, lately Stephie has just begged for spankings and even to have her nipples pinched, and even to be tied up when I do it to her."

"DAVE!!!" I shrieked.

But Rachel interpreted my protest to mean I didn't want my 'little secret' revealed, not that I disagreed with him. She just sat there and burst into giggles.

She looked at me and said, "You tell him to touch you like that?"

Turning red, I said (my eyes on Dave's look), "Uh, yeah, but not on bare skin." I hoped Dave would let me get away with that little lie.

"Maybe we can test our theories a little tonight." Dave said.

"What do you mean?" asked Rachel cautiously.

"Well, as you've already seen, Steph isn't wearing a bra; she likes showing her nipples, don't you Steph?" Dave said.

I wanted to protest, but just as I started to say an firm 'NO', I caught his eye and remembered his instruction to agree with him. Now I was beginning to understand why. I nodded my head instead. Do my embarrassment, as soon as he called attention to them, my nipples began to harden again and I'm sure they could both see it

Rachel looked at me with this big grin on her face.

Dave went on, "So whenever she gets a little turned on tonight, we can kind of see. So in order to compare her with someone else her own age and sex, maybe you'll help us out, Rachel."

Rachel's grin faded as she turned to Dave and said, "Ah, what did you have in mind? I'm not doing anything kinky!"

"Well, you could take off YOUR bra and put on one of Steph's T-shirts and you can be our control. If the same thing that excites Steph doesn't excite you, then we'll know Steph is just, ah, different."

"Ahhh," said Rachel, "I don't think so."

"Come on Rachel" said Dave, "You DID just tell us that when people talk about you and embarrass you, it doesn't make you excited. What have you got to be worried about? Go ahead Steph, go get her a T-Shirt." Dave was calling her bluff.

The idea of embarrassing Rachel, who'd thought my discomfort was amusing, was appealing to me. I didn't need any encouragement so rushed upstairs to get another T-shirt. Looking through my things, I found another short one that I figured might be a little tight on her and brought it back down to Rachel.

In the meantime, Rachel had been trying to find an excuse not to participate, but Dave had tricked her into trying to appear different from me, so he kind of had the upper hand and wasn't about to let her back out.

As I came back into the room, I heard him saying, "And besides Rachel, you have a great body. You shouldn't be ashamed of people seeing a little more of you."

I saw Rachel turn beet red, but with a pleased look on her face.

"Here you go Rachel, you can change in the bathroom if you want." I said as I handed her the T-shirt.

She looked at the T-shirt, knowing it was going to show a lot but she was stuck with her foot in her mouth so she got up and headed toward the bathroom. I'm sure she figured she could control her reactions to anything he tried.

Dave stopped her with an hand on her arm and said, "Of course since you don't get embarrassed by such things, you could just keep your back to us and change right here."

Rachel's face turned pink again and she said, "Ah, that's okay, I'll go into the bathroom. I'm not sure I trust you THAT far." she said with a wink at Dave.

She walked slowly away like she was walking to the gallows.

I looked at Dave. He had a really pleased expression on his face as he smiled at me.

We waited more than five minutes for Rachel. I began to wonder what was going on. Dave called out to her and encouraged her to hurry up, then told me to go in and bring her out.

When I got into the bathroom, I saw what was taking so long. Rachel stood there in her tight jeans that had to be worn down low on her hips and wearing my T-shirt. It exposed most of her midriff from her hips to about three inches below her breasts. And it was tight across her nipples, which were sticking out through the shirt like stalagmites.

"Steph, you've got to help me, I just can't go back in there wearing this with no bra! I can't let Dave see my nipples!" Rachel pleaded.

I put my arm around her shoulders, as if in sympathy, and said, "Now Rachel, it won't be that bad. Besides, I think Dave likes you."

As she thought on this, I urged her forward toward the living room.

"You think so?" she asked in a hopeful voice.

"Oh yeah," I said. And I couldn't resist adding, "And he'll just love seeing those tits."

She glanced down at the erect nipples, visible through the shirt and started to try to turn back, but I propelled her through the door into the living room.

"There you two are." said Dave. "Oh Rachel, that looks really sexy."

Like most 14 year-old girls, an older guy saying she looked sexy was very flattering to Rachel and she blushed again in pleasure. Dave ushered us back to the coach where Rachel and I sat, side by side. He sat back down in the easy chair so he could see both of us. Rachel wilted under his gaze, her nipples getting even harder by the minute.

"Rachel," said Dave, "You're not excited are you?"

"No," she said a little too quickly, "of course not."

"Oh," Dave said, "and I suppose your nipples aren't hard either."

She looked down again, flustered, but said, "Oh no, they're ah... , they're always like that, and besides, it's a little chilly."

"I'll bet your boyfriends just love that" said Dave.

"I don't go around showing them off!" she insisted.

"Ah, I see" said Dave with a smile. "Well, time for the first movie." He pushed 'play' on the DVD and we started to see a nice family picture he had ready.

We all relaxed into our seats and started to watch the movie. After about 15 minutes, Dave spoke up without apparently taking his eyes off the movie, "Rachel, you weren't telling the truth earlier, were you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You said your nipples always poked out, but they're not now... They've gone back to normal." he said with a kind of smirk.

We all looked at Rachel's chest then, and sure enough, her T-shirt showed normal sized nipples. But of course, as we were all talking about and looking at her nipples, they were growing quickly again before our eyes.

She put her arms over her chest, her face turning red again.

"You see Steph," he said, "most girls get excited when they're embarrassed, especially when people talk about certain parts of their bodies."

I felt vindicated! And it did kind of prove Dave's point... that I was like most other girls.

"I am NOT excited!" Rachel protested.

Dave looked right at her and asked, "Then why are your nipples sticking out like the great pyramids?"

"They ARE NOT" exclaimed Rachel.

"Then move your arms so we can see if you're telling the truth." Said Dave.

"I don't have to" she said smugly.

She was behaving like a little child and Dave was getting a little frustrated with her.

"Okay Rachel, you can deny it all you want. That doesn't change the truth." he said. "But I thought you were becoming a young lady. Young ladies tell the truth about themselves and aren't afraid to show their physical maturity to others. I just thought you had grown up."

That got to her. I guess most 14 year olds like to be thought of as grown up and mature. We want to be big girls, not little girls, especially in the eyes of an older guy like Dave. Rachel lowered her arms and showed us her breasts again. They were still hard and poking out.

"Embarrassment excites you a little too, now doesn't it Rachel?" he asked.

She nodded her head, looking close to tears.

"Don't be upset, you're really good looking." said Dave.

Rachel instantly cheered up a little, "You think so?"

"Sure I do," he said, "You have really pretty eyes, a great ass, and VERY nice tits."

Rachel was embarrassed, but also thrilled to be complimented like that by Dave. She lowered her head and said, "Um... , thanks."

I just sat there and rolled my eyes.

"SO!" Dave said, "We have two beautiful girls and a test to take. We need to know if the two of you get excited by the same things. But you have to be honest, and I know you are both mature enough to do that. Are you game?"

I, of course, had no choice, so I said yes.

Rachel hesitated just a second, but when I said yes, she agreed also.

"Well," Dave said, "to make sure we can't have any doubts about the results, I think we should get your shirts a little wet, okay?" and he went into the kitchen before we could object and returned with a spray bottle Mom sometimes used when ironing clothes.

"Ready?" he asked me, pointing the nozzle at my chest.

What choice did I have, I didn't want to feel the belt later. I said, "Sure".

With no pause at all, Dave started squirting my breasts with the water bottle. But just a few squirts at first.

On the first squirt, I just about came out of my seat. The water was ICE cold! He must have had that thing in the freezer.

He asked Rachel if she was ready, and she nodded her head, just playing along. I doubt she wanted to participate in this, but he'd cleverly drawn her in. Dave gave her a few squirts too, dampening her shirt a little. She too, let out a scream as the water first hit her, almost standing up.

He paused, then sprayed me some more, then sprayed Rachel more. He kept switching back and forth until we were not just damp, he'd soaked the front of our shirts. Both of us sat there with our shirts plastered against our chests, emphasizing every contour of our breasts and nipples.

Dave said, grinning from ear to ear, "Now THAT'S just beautiful. You both have gorgeous tits. It makes me want to just squeeze them real good."

Between the stimulation of the cold water, the revealing way it displayed our breasts so it looked like we were almost naked, and his candid observation of them, both of our nipples were really hard and sticking straight out.

"Okay," Dave said, "the score is still even. You both reacted the same way to the cold water."