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That night I went to bed and for the first time everything that had happened with Eon wasn't my last thought. No...I kept thinking of Mr. Jaids and how he made me feel… I kept thinking about how my pussy ached and felt good at the same time. Then next morning I woke up excited to go to class, excited to see Mr. Jaids. He was there standing at the classroom door, he greeted me when I arrived and he was my friend again. Thing were back to normal...my new normal...
For a while things were so different, my "friendship" with Mr. Jaid's became my entire world. I'd get excited everyday I had classes. I'd go to my classes and then stay after, I'd let Mr. Jaid's do whatever he wanted to me. Everything was new and exciting. If he was in a hurry we'd just have quick rough sex and he'd take me home if he had time he'd show me knew things.
He taught me how to give a proper blow job. I wasn't quite sure what to do at first
I'd heard about one but Eon and I wanted to have sex first. I thought it would be easy but found there were different pressure points on a penis some areas were more sensitive then others. I had to work on my gag reflex and bobbing my head. Mr. Jaids got frustrated with me several times but especially when he came in my mouth the first time. There was no warning, he just grabbed my head pulled me in till hit the back of my throat and came. I gagged and coughed so much. I didn't know I was suppose to swallow. I don't know why but I assumed when you blew someone they just came on the ground or something.
However Mr. Jaid's really wanted me to swallow it all, it was important I not waste it. I was kind of hoping it would taste like cream, like whip cream but it was more salty then sweet. When I explained it to Mr. Jaids what I thought he just shook his head and laughed. He patted me on the head and signed I was sweet.
We practiced more and I got better at swallowing but it was still a lot. Sometimes he'd have me blow him before we had sex or right after. After it could be messy, I'd tasted myself on him but he insisted I needed to clean him off because I'd made the mess. I wondered what he'd do if I insisted the same for me.
After a bit he wanted to try my other whole. I signed no but quickly learned if I didn't do something he wanted, he'd get mad and sometimes he'd even hit me. I should have walked off the first time he back handed me but he apologized right away. He said he'd had a hard day and even got me a bracelet with all sorts of stones in it. I couldn't wear it much thought my family might wonder how I'd got it. He kept insisting on anal and even started to become distant when I kept denying him. Eventually I let him have his way finding it was easier.
The first time with hurt so bad, I even bled I was happy when it was over and hoped it would feel better the second like but it didn't. I found I didn't like it and Mr Jaids knew but was so grateful to me for letting him have all my holes that he wanted to celebrate. He canceled class for the day then got me a sexy little dress and some earnings.
He drove me out of town and we went to dinner, after I went into my first sex store. I never knew such places existed. It was wild that had some many things. I had to stay close to Mr. Jaids it was mostly filled with guys. He showed me all sorts of toys and things we could do and there were all these movies. All of this was just so new...so different from my life before..I...I wanted to distance myself from before. I didn't want to think about Eon and what happened.
I felt like a whole other person around Mr. Jaids. He had me get naked in a dressing room and bought me a fitted corset. He wanted to get me a full sex suit one day. I thought it sounded weird he told me it was a full body latex suit that fit in all the right places. Maybe after I lost some weight and got used to a corset, he'd get me a custom one made. He said he'd love to get me in full body one, then stuff me to the brim toys and leave me lock up for hours. He wanted to make me a real mindless cock whore. He liked the idea of me living for his cock. The entire time we were in the store he was rock hard. I could see he was really excited when he signed the things he wanted to do to me. I wasn't sure about it.
He got me some sexy stalkings and bras and sexy platform heels, then took me to get a hair cut and high lights. I'd never done any of these things before, my mom never had the money. I was worried they'd cut my hair too short but he told me to trust him. They made my hair look so pretty, they even added extensions to it making it longer. I was excited but then when we left we went to this shady place in a weird part of town.
I didn't like it so much. He wanted all my body hair removed. He said a woman shouldn't have any. It hurt when they waxed armpits and legs but when they waxed my pubic hair I started to cry. The person waxing me got worried but Mr. Jaids gave them extra money not to stop till it was all done.
I was upset after that and we got into our first fight I guess.
I made it clear it hurt really bad but he signed how it looked so much better. He rubbed lotion on me and promised it would be easier each time. I didn't think I'd do it again. I wanted to go home but he took me to the mall. He picked out all sort of clothes he wanted me to wear for him from now on. Most of them were what my mom would call tight or slutty, he said that on me they look cute and sexy. I wanted him to be happy, I liked when he'd smile at me and told me I did a good job. I tried on a lot of clothes for him but I didn't think my mom would like any of them. She'd also want to know where the money had come from.
He told me told wear my normal clothes at home then change on the way to the adult center. When I asked about getting sexy underwear he told me no, from now on my pussy should be free...always open and waiting for him. I asked about that time of month and he made me an appointment to get birth control shot. It was suppose to stop my period while I was on it. We got the one that lasted the longest...I don't know how long that was.
After that I began to not to wear underwear. He had a rule if he caught me with them on he would get to cut them up. Sometimes I was tired and forgot but eventually I had none left. At first it felt weird to be open to the air but my skirt, shorts, and legging kind of covered it so why did I really need an extra layer. It also made him happy and sometimes he'd secretly finger me while we were in a crowded place.
One time in a restaurant he worked me up so much I came all over the booth we were sitting in. He told me not to clean it up, it would be a surprise for our waitress. When he went to pay I felt weird about it so I cleaned it up anyway. I kept thinking people would see that I was naked under my skirts or know I'd just had sex but no one seemed to notice.
My family didn't even notice my hair. My mom asked if I'd been using her conditioner but that was about it. Sometimes I wondered if I walked around naked would she notice or just ask if I used her shampoo. One day Mr. Jaids bought a camera and started taking pictures of me. He got one where the film had to be developed and one where it would instantly give you a photo.
He liked to go for long walks in the evening and have me expose myself in an alley way. He'd take a picture of it and sometimes he'd leave them there for others to find. I didn't like that. When I tried to get them he'd slap my hand away and say it was his picture. I pointed out it was my body and he'd tease that was his too.
I fell into this weird cycle with him. Like one minute he was my teacher, he'd help me study and find out what my weakness were so we could improve upon them. Then he was my friend, who wanted to know all about my day and always had me tell him everything that I was doing. Then we were lovers he'd buy me things and we'd have sex. And finally he was my abuser, he'd tell me he owned me and do mean things to punish me.
I didn't know how anyone could hold so many roles and have so many rules. He always wanted more and more of me and I gave it to him. I let him tell me what to eat, what to wear, how to style my hair. Who to talk converse with, who not to.. How to smile...what positions to hold.
The thing that was the hardest was corset training. It had so many rules. Every time I lost weight I thought he'd be happy but he'd tighten my corset even more. He told me to eat smaller meals through out the day and drink more water. He stopped taking me to dinner. He insisted I wear the corset at all times under my clothes and even when I slept. I was only to take it off when I showered. He got me a corset that attached to stalkings and he wanted me to always wear them too. At night he told me to sleep with my legs open and think of him. I was only allowed to touch my privates when cleaning. I wasn't allowed to lie to him.
It was a lot to remember...but he'd remind me if I forgot. Some of his reminders really hurt. It was just easier to do what he wanted...to make him happy. He'd given me so much, helped me forget so much. He took more and more pictures of me, saying I was becoming so sexy that I was near perfect now. I liked having someone think I was perfect. I liked being wanted by him, desired by him, the look in his eyes when he looked at me. It was like I was all there was.
Whenever I struggled with one of his rules, I'd remind myself he knew a lot of things and he wanted to teach me. At least he would teach me...show me how to do things instead of calling me stupid. He made me feel smart, he made me feel appreciated.
After a while we began to play private games with each other. I'd leave the house wearing my normal clothes then change into the clothes he bought me. He liked me to wear a push up bra, with a tight low cut shirt, short skirt and stalkings. He told me to sit up front and spread his legs when it was just him up front. He said he like to look at what was his and admire it throughout the day.
It was strange thinking he admired me...thinking I belonging to him. I never really felt like I belong to anyone except for Eon. I felt I belonged to him and he belonged to me. What I had with Mr. Jaids was different though. Eon had been my entire world and now I felt like I was Mr. Jaid's was my world and he he looked at me like I was the sun itself, like even thought he was telling me to do all these things. I felt like he revolved around me. He made me feel special...made me feel like I shined and he made me feel alive with the risky things we'd do.
Sometimes he'd have me dress up or dress down. I'd wear no bra, no underwear just a tub top and a really short skirt. I'd still wear my stalkings and boots that went to my knees. I'd be allowed to take my corset off. I could see my body begin to change and take shape. He'd have me walk around at night and bend over and squat under street lamps or next to trees
He'd follow behind me video taping me. Sometimes he'd want to have sex in an alley where anyone could walk by. He'd have me walk around in the adult store and pick out several toys to put inside me. He'd buy them and he'd shove one in me at a time and have me walk around till it fell out on its own and we'd just leave there. It felt dirty but somehow excited at the same time.
Sometimes I would master bait with the toy on a picnic bench or in the an empty men's room stall. He liked watching me do degrading things to myself and taping it. He loved finding different things to put inside my hungry pussy. Sometimes he'd go on about it like it was separate from me somehow...like it was its own thing. He said my pussy was very hungry...its why I was always wet and dripping. We needed to do things to it to property quench it.
I was worried at first what he meant by that if it was safe to do so many things to it. He wanted to put things inside me he said he knew what was safe and what wasn't and he could make things safe. He'd wrap things in condoms before he would put them in or I would. Sometimes it was fun, to feel different things in my pussy. I liked all the different shapes and textures. One time he put a banana in me first with the peel on and then he did it with the peel off my pussy swooshed it all up and it felt really weird but good. We almost couldn't get the condom back out. He said my pussy was greedy then and laughed.
He wanted to give it something harder and picked up his stapler from his desk. I thought he was joking but he unfold it and wrap the end with the stapler with two condoms. I didn't want it but he said I had to feed it, I didn't want to take it inside me… I pleaded with him and worried I'd staple my insides and he teased I might like that. I didn't think I would.
Still he insisted. I was so scared he put it in slowly all the way to the brim I nearly pissed myself I was quivering. He made me leave it in and took several pictures of it saying this was good. The next day he wanted me to fuck everything on his desk. First he cleared his entire desk off and wiped it down. Then fingered me till I was really wet and had me sit on his desk. He move me around wiped his desk down with me juices. Then he had me lay on the desk with my legs up apart. I watched him wrap every item in a condom except for his favorite pen. He shoved that in me first without anything and swirled it around then had me squirm around until it fell out of me naturally.
Then one at at time he entered each item and took a picture of it in my pussy. He kept praising it and talking to it. He'd kiss the top of my mound and pat. I found it strange but oddly fascinating Sometimes he'd could be so weird and give me mix signals, like one day he dipped his pen in and it fell out cause I was so wet, he called me a loose whore. Yet after that he wanted to see how many pens he could push in me at once.
After three of four big ones it started to get uncomfortable. I asked him to stop and he'd keep adding more inside me. He'd put too many in and it would hurt. I'd beg him to stop and he eventually did but he'd made me hold them inside me for as long as I could. He wanted me to get used to the size. Eventually he'd allow me to push them out and apologize for being so stern. He'd promised he'd do better but encourage me to take more on. It was confusing, one minute he said I was loose the next I was too tight.
One time during a week we were on break he told me to tell my parents I still had classes and got us a hotel room. I was excited it was rare to go to a hotel. I thought I'd get to watch TV and we'd order food and maybe swim but he tightened my corset had me dress down to just it and my stalkings. He laid out dozens of toys, whips and rope on the bed and had us wear masks.
He turned on a video camera to film us rough fucking at first but when he'd come a few times, he started having me play with myself. He had me put small things in at first then I'd get bigger things as I got used to them. He got me these balls that worked my inside muscle. He'd shove a metal ball deep inside me then make me push it out with only the muscles in my pussy.
After I got one out he filled me up and made me work them out. Then he filled me up again took out some black duck tape and taped my privates up tight and wanted to go outside. I didn't want to like this, I got worried but he gave me a big furry coat and said if I could keep the balls inside me, he'd let me get dessert.
He took me on a long walk and had me squate every so often. He'd check the tape to make sure it hadn't budged, then we drove around in his car. I had to keep my legs spread as we drove. Every now and then he'd slap my taped pussy hard. I would shake my body and I could feel the balls rattle around inside me and I'd cum all over myself. Sometimes it was so intense I'd jerk my hips and hump the air.
He signed I was...so beautiful like this and should always be like this. The tape started getting all wet but it was still on when we got to the restaurant. I sat next to him in a booth as he ordered a big meal and ate it. Every once and a while he'd dip his hand down and rub the tape makeing sure my balls were still inside. If I kept myself spread while the waitress came to refill his drink I could have one or two bites of his food but mostly watched him eat. I kept the balls in successful and he ordered my slice of cake. He let me have the my whole thing. Desserts were rare on my diet and it was so good.
We got back in his car then went to an empty parking lot, he told me to jump around and squat a few tomes. Then he wanted me to get on my hands and knees and air hump. He signed for me not to stop jerking about. I could feel the balls every time I moved my pussy about. Unexpectedly he came up to me and ripped the tape off. It hurt and all the metal balls came pouring our along with a lot of my juices and I admittedly pissed myself as I came hard. It stung so bad but I think it was one of my westest times.
He had me dry myself off with a towel, that he had in his trunk then he fucked me silly in his car before he drove me back home. I woke up sore and swollen the next day. We took a few days off and then he rented another room. This time he put the balls in and had me jump on the bed till they came out. Then he fucked me till he came and put the balls back in until I pushed them out. After I found it funny sometimes the things we did were so weird. But I guess I liked weird sex...I liked not thinking. I realized when I was with him fucking or doing something sexual my brain would just shut off and I'd be completely consumed by the act I didn't think of my mom or Eon and of what I was going to do after the test. I just lived in the moment.
Mr. Jaids told me I was amazing. How liked how open and honest I was and that I was into trying new things. He told me most women were bitter bitches but I was beautiful. I wondered how many women he'd been with. I asked about the other women in his life, how many he'd he been with? Did he ever have a girlfriend? How old was he even? He said he didn't like talking about other women that weren't me and age was just a number, the older I got the more I'd understand that. I wanted to know more about him and his life but he never gave more.
We settled down for a while and watched TV. He set up the subtitles so I could follow what was going on. At one point he had me spread myself and just admired me. He got a drink of water from a bottle of water then stared at my pussy for a long moment. He eventually crawled on the bed and brought the end with the lid up to me. I realized what he was gonna do and shook my head. I blocked my pussy with my hand but he gave me a mean look and I moved it.
He smiled again then rubbed the lid at my opening. I was still wet from the balls and he was able to insert the bottle past some of the to the neck. He kept trying to push it in more and more. He signed that he hoped one day he could shove it in and drink from it while it was inside me. I thought he was joking.
He pulled it out then stood up, then signed for me to do a handstand on the floor. I did and he fill me with water and try to drink it from me..but I'd fell over and it always came rushing out. He pointed out if I could hold the bottle then he could just remove the lid. have had some water and put it back on. I pointed out my pussy wasn't a water bottle holder and he said my pussy was whatever he wanted it to be. I brushed him off, sometimes the things he said could be something else but I didn't take him seriously..
A few days before class started up again he surprised me with a gift. It was a box of dildos, ranging in sizes and shape. Each day he'd pick one out for me to wear the next day. He'd wanted me to put them in when I changed clothes before coming to the education center. I pointed out they'd fall out and he showed me a belt with a strap he'd bought to hold them inside me. He wanted me to practice using my muscles on them every so often.
I put them in but didn't always work my muscles. He always smiled big when I'd show him I had it in or spread in class. I only wore then for a few hours but found it hard when I had to used the rest room or if I bent over for anything. It felt odd but he always got so excited after class. He'd close down the room or I'd meet him at his car in another lot. He'd pop it out and sink into me saying my pussy was ready made, all juiced up for him and ready to go.
Sometimes if we were too hard or did too much my pussy could kind of go numb after a while. It was like it would get desensitized. Sometimes that was good like when he wanted to do some of the stranger things. One he made a weird device that was a ridged dildo with a marker on the end. He put it in my my pussy and wanted me to write on piece of paper. He made me keep going till I could make a letter, he'd got crazy excited him. He teased that he taught my pussy a new trick. I realized I was like his little experiment. He'd spend hours reading books and finding new things we could do. For the most part I said yes to everything.
One day he called in sick and we went to a hotel and fucked for hours. He he ordered pizza in the afternoon and asked me to go into the bathroom, when the deliver guy came, I wondered what he was doing. He came in and asked my to sit in the tub with my legs spread. I wondered why but did it. He signed he really wanted to own me and he started to pissing between my legs aiming for my pussy. I got upset with that. I thought it was sick like he was dog marking his territory. I quickly closed my legs.
He stopping peeing and slap me across the face. He pulled my hair and threw me into the shower wall. When I picked myself up, he signed I had to hold myself open and take his piss so that my pussy would really who it belonged to. It was too much, I didn't like it but he slapped me again and again and again throwing me into the shower wall until I was crying. I finally just did it, I knew he wouldn't stop till he got what he wanted. I let him pissed on my pussy then he let me shower and clean up.
When I came out of the bathroom he had a bunch of ropes. I was hungry but he said I hadn't earn it yet. I thought letting him piss on my privates had earned me a lot. I signed for him to just give me a slice. He slapped me and this time I slapped him back. I got him good to, the look of shock on his face said it all. However when he recovered, he got really mad and punched me in the stomach. It had been a serious punch and bowled over falling to the ground. He spit on me then and. I knew I should do something... but I stayed silent... I just sat there and took it. What was wrong with me? Was I broken? Who let's someone do this to them. Who doesn't fight back or walk out...I did that's who.
He grabbed my hands and tied them. Then he put a ball gag in my mouth, he put my corset back on and made it so tight, I almost couldn't breath. I knew I should be upset but I was getting excited knowing he was going to do something...especially when he put a blind fold on me. I had no idea was to expect. He tied my arms to my legs and move me so my privates were exposed.
He came over and roughly fingered me. Then he slapped my pussy. It stung….but felt good. He smacked it harder and then again, I realized he was spanking my pussy. The sheer idea of it...act of it sent me over the edge...I had been naughty and he was spank my pussy to punish me. It wasn't much of a punishment unless he intended to set me off. He continued to roughly spank me until I came all over his hand. Then he got one of the whips and stated lightly playing with me running it across my privates then he hitting me...I jerked, he hit me getting right on my clit. It really stung and I struggled to say still. He hit me again before taking the end of the whip and shoving it deep inside me. He worked it then, fucking me with it.
I moved trying to get free it was so rough but it also felt good, he didn't let up on me till my pussy was throbbing from another powerful orgasm. At that point I was also crying again...everything felt so intense. I felt his tongue as he licked my tears from my cheeks. He didn't remove the whip bute gently petted my sex. He removed my ball gag but not my ropes or blind fold. He fed me one slice of pizza, a bite at a time and then gave me some water to wash it down. I kept thinking he'd release me but he didn't.
He kept me like that for a while, then suddenly without warning he pulled the whip and pushed one of the bigger dildos in me it filled me up and he strapped it in place. Then did nothing. After a few minutes I felt a vibration that I knew was the door. I wondered if someone had entered of he had left… I waited and waited...stressed out, I started to squirm trying to get free...to see if he was still here but I couldn't the ropes were too tight.
I tried to moved the dildo as it began to feel like it was uncomfortably poking me. I couldn't get it out, I couldn't do anything. It felt like forever before I felt the vibration of the door. He came back and then I felt the dildo push on me. I felt him pressing it with...something...it took me a moment to realize he was stepping on me. He was pushed the dildo with his bare foot. I could feel his toes. I don't know why but the very thought of it, the realization he was stepping on me.. on my pussy. I don't know why but I came really, really hard... that day…
I went to the adult center early the next day. I looked for a dictionary in the library and looked up what a masochist was once and for all. I found out it was someone who got gratification from there own sexual pain or humiliation. I wondered if he knew I was that..
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