0 comments/ 138396 views/ 23 favorites Andrew's Little Slut Ch. 01 By: Zenslittleslut He had watched ever since she moved in 8 months ago - a young professional, neatly dressed but awkward and studious in appearance. Her hair was shoulder-length and dark. He'd seen her on her way to work each morning - attaché case in one hand, a bagged lunch in the other. She always left at the same time 8:45 AM and was never late. Her body was hidden behind her conservative dress - business suits or slacks and a soft-colored blouse, her face adorned with black-framed glasses. He marveled at her seeming togetherness - the way she walked so confidently, with a crisp and measured pace. Her outward demeanor was in sharp contrast to the display he sometimes spied from their facing apartment windows. While she was mostly very careful to close the blinds before she climbed into bed, there had been times in the past months, when she left them open slightly to where he could spy, slightly, her naked body moving rhythmically. Sometimes, he could hear her gasps and moaning as the movement became faster, followed by the stillness of her resting. In the ninth month of their being neighbors, he began to notice that she was not leaving for work at her usual time anymore. He wondered if she might be ill. One afternoon, he ran into her at the mailboxes after several days of not seeing her in the morning. "Hello, I'm Andrew," he spoke to her from behind. She jumped as she had not heard him approach. "Oh!," she said, "Hello..." He moved very close to her, leaving only inches between them. His proximity was unnerving and she couldn't think of how to respond. She chose not to, and instead, she collected herself and her mail, then, keeping her eyes on the ground, she began to step around him. She was visibly nervous and seemed a bit scattered. She was wearing shorts, now, and a tight t-shirt with no bra. She was a bit chubby, but had strong looking legs and a round ass. He noticed her nipples pressing through the thin fabric and recalled the movement of her naked body as he had sometimes spied it from his window. He stepped in front of her to block her escape. "I believe we're neighbors," he said, and then glancing at the name plate on her mailbox added, "You're 'Carla,' right?" Startled, she moved her eyes now up from the ground and glanced into his. "Yes... yes," and then looking a bit bewildered she asked, "How did you know?" He smiled at her adolescent awkwardness - the woman who walked with such confidence was actually, at least on a personal level, quite docile. He pulled his hand from his pocket then and purposely brushed one of her nipples with the back of it, as he then continued his movement until his finger was pointing past her shoulder and replied, "Your name plate." The slight touch had jolted her. She was unsure if it was intentional and debated protesting his obviously skewed idea of personal space, but when she looked into his eyes, she saw a sternness there that she was unsure she wanted to challenge. The way his eyes burned into hers, she felt a bit like a sheep in a hungry wolf's path and she did not want to be eaten. She could not find it in herself to speak and she stared back at him, dumbly. "I've seen you around," he said, noticing how stunned she seemed by his forward insinuation. He knew this type of woman - controlled and severe in her public life, and all the while, feeling a need to surrender. He could see that she wanted something he could give, but would be unable to ask for unless persuaded. "You haven't been leaving at your usual time," he continued, never taking his eyes from hers, "Have you been ill?" She could not take her eyes from his as he stared, it seemed, right into her soul. She began to speak, but found that she had a frog in her throat. "Err.. Uh... Um..." she stammered. He grinned at her inability to speak and this interruption of intensity jolted her from his spell momentarily. "No," she answered, drawing on the confidence she usually projected. "I'm actually not working right now. You know - corporate downsizing," she explained, "but I am quite confident I will find something else soon." He was astonished at how quickly her persona changed - one minute she was a bumbling teenager, and the next, a fully articulate young professional. Her duplicity betrayed her hidden desires in his mind - he understood this dichotomy well - here was a young woman who was struggling with her inner fantasies, which did not match her outward persona. As with the old cliché about Catholic schoolgirls ending up to be the sluttiest of young women due to the years of repressed sexuality they endured in school, this young woman was clearly hiding or suppressing something beneath her conventional lifestyle. "I see. Well - it happens. " he answered casually, and then added, "You now, our bedroom windows face one another. We are a lot closer neighbors than you maybe realize." She blushed at this information. She was quite aware that there had been times when, in the frenzy of her sexual play, she had forgotten to close the blind for that window tightly. While she had never noticed anyone watching, she knew it had been a possibility. She had always hoped that some near-sighted old woman lived in the neighboring bedroom apartment - someone non-threatening who would either not see her sometimes fantastic masturbation skits, or who would not care to. She was very careful, usually, to keep her desires hidden from the outside world. As she lived alone, she felt quite free to express them in the privacy of her abode, but often was somewhat disgusted with herself when she imagined what most peoples' reactions might be to her sometimes animalistic desires. Her eyes shifted from the right to the left of his face as she attempted to disguise the horror she felt. If he had peeked in at the wrong time, he might have spied her - headphones on, listening to erotic audio stories, and acting out what she heard. She would have appeared face down, her head resting on top of her folded arm, with a pair of men's underwear in her mouth - her bare ass waving slightly as she used her other hand to vigorously rub her clitoris. If she had left the window opened slightly, he might have heard her answering her imaginary dominator, "Yes... I deserve to have your cock up my ass... Please put your cock up my ass..." He knew what she must be thinking of, though he had not seen or heard her in the detail she was now imagining. He simply thought that she must be worried that he heard her when she brought herself to orgasm, but he sensed that there may be something more to her embarrassment. He decided not to allow her what he saw and heard, and instead said, quietly yet sternly, "Don't worry. Your secrets are safe with me." Her face was now a bright red as she searched for a reply. This man's approach frightened her and the mail she held in her hand betrayed her trembling as it emphasized her movement. She was fairly inexperienced with men only having had a few boyfriends in high school. The lifestyle she led in her adulthood kept her from pursuing her fantasies, but now that she wasn't working, she had been left with much idle time to develop them and experiment with them. Those were fantasies, though, and this was a real man - a man who had the balls to come forward and force his acquaintance, not to mention to make his view of her bedroom clear to her. Her desire and outward façade were now clashing as she considered what he might know from watching her. The outward part of her wanted to tell this man he was disgusting and threaten to call the police if he were watching her without her knowledge. As she looked back into his unfaltering eyes, however, she felt her hidden sexual desires igniting - could this be the man who would bring her sick fantasies to life? The thoughts and feelings were overwhelming her and she broke his gaze and began to walk around him again in an attempt to escape what she was confronted with. He stepped in front of her once more, startling her and forcing her to again look at his face. "I'm sorry, Carla," he said, "but if you're not busy, I'd like you to come over to my apartment. You see, I may have some work for you. Stop by after you drop your mail off at home and we'll discuss it over a cup of coffee." He said it so coolly and didn't pose it as a question. He told her to stop by. She thought she would soon break down if this man didn't allow her to leave now, and not knowing whether she would comply, she managed to stammer out, "OK, Andrew. I'll do that," and finally stepped around him to return to her flat. ------------------ Carla let her tense body relax onto her sofa as she considered the unusual meeting with her neighbor. She was sure he must have seen her - perhaps when she pushed her long, fat dildo between her legs, her panties around her knees, as she cried out, ""Yesss... Pull down my panties...and...fffuck me." While the prospect of there being a man who would understand her dark desires without her having to tell him excited her greatly, the idea of making these fantasies real frightened her very much. In her fantasies of being controlled, she was always ultimately in control of the fantasy. If she were to cross the line in real life, she would be giving up all control to a man who would use her and humiliate her in a multitude of ways and she could not simply stop it if it became too much for her. As she sat there for some time, considering the possibilities, she heard a knock on her door. "Carla," she heard Andrew call to her, "Open the door!" She felt a twinge in her stomach - whether it was fear or excitement or both, she could not decide. He was not asking if he could come in, he was again directing her - now, to open the door. She felt hesitation and thought to herself that she should not listen to Andrew, but even as she thought this, she moved to the door, unlocked it and then opened it. He stood before her with an agitated look on his face. He asked her tersely, "What is taking so long? I thought I told you to come over after you set down your mail. Isn't that what I said?" Her eyes widened as she witnessed his slow transformation from quietly assertive and insinuating to commanding and angry. She opened her lips to speak after a brief silence, but as she gathered her reply, he interrupted. "Isn't that what I said?!" he asked more loudly. "Answer me!" "Um.. Uh... Y-Yes," she answered. She felt herself beginning to want to dance to his rhythm. He was displaying the attitude she always fantasized about but never was sure she could handle in real life and now, she seemed to not be able to help but slip into its compliment. She felt herself begin to shrink as his snarling words fell down on her. He saw her becoming what she knew she was. He watched as she glanced back and forth from his feet to his eyes and felt his penis reacting to the meekness that was written more and more clearly on her face. He pushed himself into her apartment then and closed and locked the door behind him. She stumbled backward as he pushed her out of the way, her eyes now wide with fear, her mouth hanging open in surprise. His face was emotionless as he observed her fright, while all the time, he could feel his own desire growing. He walked silently around her and took a seat on her couch. She stayed in her place there by the door - staring at the doorknob. She knew she should simply unlock the door, open it, and leave. She was decent girl - a good girl. This was not how she lived her life. He watched her as she thought, reading her face - recognizing the apprehension. "Are you going somewhere?" he asked. She snapped out of her meditation, suddenly more aware of what was really happening, "Um... Well... I.. uh... I'm not..." "Please stop mumbling, Carla." he interrupted. "If you're not going anywhere then come here and sit down across from me. I want to speak with you about some things." Without clearly deciding that complying with this man's orders was what she wanted, she felt herself doing just that. She turned from the door and slowly, hesitantly moved toward the chair that faced his position on the couch. She sat down and watched his face. "Carla," he began, "I think you know what I've seen through that window, but since you have so teased me with the sight of your antics, I would like you now to confess to the very naughty things you have been doing in your bed alone. I want you to tell me in detail what you have been fantasizing about as you have done such disgusting things to yourself on that bed. And don't lie! Remember - I have seen and heard you." The angry lust in his eyes as he spoke began to cause her clitoris to harden even as she felt horrified by what he was saying. She knew she was enjoying this somehow, yet she could not completely let down her defenses, "Andrew," she said, more confidently now, "I don't think that this is appropriate..." Andrew interrupted her again, his voice booming now, "Appropriate?! You want to tell me what is appropriate?! After you purposely left your blinds open knowing that I could see all of the nasty things you do to yourself?" He was bluffing still - unsure of what she had actually been doing, but knowing that she felt some shame about her actions and that his 'knowing' about them both frightened and aroused her. He continued, "Are those things appropriate? Did you think you could make me watch you fuck yourself and say all of those dirty things and have me not respond? You truly are a cock-teasing whore, aren't you?" She felt her breath quicken as she heard him say those words, "cock-teasing whore." Inside, she felt like a whore, though she had not intentionally teased him with her masturbation. She felt herself sliding more deeply now into the role he was imposing on her. As in her fantasies, she began to submit. "Y-Yes..." she stammered, blushing as her daydreams slowly but surely began to become real. "What?" Andrew asked her. "I want you to say it more clearly." "Yes." she answered, staring at the coffee table between them. "I'd feel that you respected me more if you called me 'Sir,'" he told her. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She could not, at this moment, understand why she was taking her fantasies into her real life - or allowing this stranger to. She held back the tears, took a deep breath, and let the words escape her lips, "Yes, Sir." Yes, sir... what?" he prodded. She took another deep breath, looked in his eyes and then back at the coffee table. "Yes, Sir - I am truly a cock-teasing whore." She was accustomed to being in control in her real life and now was in unfamiliar territory. She felt her panties becoming wet beneath her as she continued to allow this man to control her. He smiled widely at her admission, knowing he had her exactly where he wanted her, and exactly where she knew she truly wanted to be. After a moment, the smile departed his face and he began again. "Now, Carla. I want you to tell me in detail what you have been doing to yourself and what you have been thinking about while you do it. Begin now." "Y-Yes sir," she answered. She began to relay the fantasies she often had. Slowly at first, but after his prodding and some time to grow accustomed to the situation she found herself in, she felt her body beginning to react strongly to her confessions and as she gained momentum, at times felt she could not stop talking. She told him how she enjoyed reading and listening to erotic stories that depicted women being blackmailed, humiliated, spanked and fucked. She told him that she regularly acted the stories out alone in her bedroom - repeating the dialogue aloud to herself and imagining that she was the women in the stories. She told him about her sexual toys and the clips and candle wax she sometimes applied to her own nipples as she acted out her sexual plays. Andrew kept his feeling of pleasant surprise to himself as he listened to this submissive who was about to bloom right before his eyes. He knew she had the qualities of a woman who had such secret fantasies, but had not realized the extent to which she carried them out. He felt his lust building as he realized more fully now, the possibilities that Carla presented, knowing now exactly what she fantasized about. His cock became engorged as he watched her face - first hesitant, then excited by her own words and unable to hide it, then attempting to hide it, then excited again... He grew somewhat angry at her attempts to be shameful about her desire to be dominated, knowing that she was aware of what she truly was. "Stop it now!" he said forcefully. Startled, she froze, mid-sentence. He stated at her with narrowed eyes now - anger and intensity obvious in the tightening of his jaw. He allowed a time of silence as he watched her wonder about what he was thinking and worry about what was next. He sat up now and motioned for her to take a seat on the couch next to him. She slowly rose, knowing that whatever happened next could only pull her more fully into what she had so hesitantly allowed to begin in the first place. She sat near him, closing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. She watched as he pulled one of her hands loose and placed it on top of the throbbing bulge in his pants. He rubbed it over his crotch in circles, at times pressing her hand down more firmly so that she could feel his hardened manhood clearly against her palm. The sneer never left his face as he began speaking to her again, "Do you feel what you have done to me, Carla?' "Yes," she answered, her breathing becoming heavier. Suddenly, he reached up to her breast and placed his pointer finger and thumb on opposing sides of one of her nipples. He squeezed it roughly and twisted as she cried out from the sudden pain and shock. "Yes" he mocked her sweet reply to his question. And then quickly, he switched back to his sneering growl, "Yes... what?" Carla could not help but squirm in her chair some. How often she had dreamed of someone punishing her this way before! Even this small taste of her fantasies made her wet beyond compare. "Yes, sir..." she replied. "Good," he answered as he loosened his fingers around her nipple, but continued to twist and rub it before switching to the other. "Now," he continued, still stroking himself with her hand, "Do you think that was a very decent thing for a responsible young woman like yourself to do to a man you don't even know? " She inhaled sharply, sensing where this might lead. "No, sir." "I don't think you ARE a decent young woman, are you?" "No sir." He then tightened his grip around the wrist of the hand he had been rubbing across his cock and pulled her onto his lap. She squirmed around, unsure of what he wanted and he began to give her orders again. "I want your ass in my lap and your head hanging over the armrest here," he said as he helped her body move into position. When at last her ass was before him, he purposely moved his hips slightly so she could feel his hard cock against her. "No - you're not a decent young woman at all," he said as he began to pull her shorts off, "Only a fucking slut would allow a stranger into her home and let him listen to her dirty whore fantasies. Isn't that right?" "Yes, sir." "Say it!" he bellowed pinching her ass hard. "Yes sir!" she shouted as she felt the sharp pain on her ass. "Only a fucking slut would allow a stranger into her home and let him listen to her dirty whore fantasies. " As she spoke, she felt him lowering her panties. She thought that he must want to take them off, but when he reached her knees, he stopped and left them there. "And so what are you?" he snarled. "I'm a fucking slut with dirty whore..." SMACK! She felt her ass burn as his hand came down hard on her right cheek. She cried out, "oh!" Andrew's Little Slut Ch. 01 "Why did you stop telling me what you are, slut?" he asked bringing his hand down against her left cheek now - even harder than the first time. "Oh!" She cried again as she felt the sting. The vibration of his hand on her ass carried on down her lips and she felt the sensation travel nearly to her clitoris. "Stop crying out, slut, and tell me what you are!" He growled as he began spanking her ass cheeks alternately and without pause. "I'm... oh! I'm a fucking sss.... Slut..." He spanked her more rapidly, hurting her more and finally allowing the vibration to travel to her clit. "Say it!" She began again, "I'm a fucking slut with dirty whore fantasss.... Eeeee!" She felt him roughly insert a finger into her vagina as she attempted to complete the sentence. He now began fucking her with his finger while spanking her with his other hand. "God damn bitch!" he shouted at her as he punished her pussy and ass. "When I say to do something, you do it, do you understand me? Now fucking say it!" She had not expected the spanking to hurt as much as it did and she became aware that she was still unsure if this was what she truly wanted. Tears filled her eyes again as she began to question her decision with each painful swat. Her hesitancy enflamed him more and he withdrew his finger from her and grabbed her hair in his hand. He pulled her head as far upward as he could and held her there by her hair. He began to pull her hair as he spanked her ass. "You dare defy me, you worthless slut? I told you to say it!" Her tears fell from her eyes now as she endured his barrage of punishment - ashamed of herself, afraid of what would come next - yet more aroused than she had ever been in her life. She shouted out, her voice straining from the position he held her head in, "I'm a fucking slut with dirty whore fantasies, Sir!" "That's right, fucking slut" he confirmed for her. Suddenly he rose from his chair without allowing her a chance to remove herself from his lap. She fell to the floor in front of him, face down, her panties sill around her knees. She began to roll over but he placed one of his feet on the small of her back, "Lowlife whores belong in the dirt," he sneered. She froze where she was as she heard his zipper above her. She lay there for a few moments, wondering what was next - hoping that he would fuck her, fearing that he would fuck her. When she felt nothing she tried to turn again, only to feel him put more pressure on the foot he was resting in the small of her back. Gradually, she began to hear him breathing roughly and then grunting rhythmically. He was jerking himself off! She was now angry that he was not trying to give her the cock she so desperately needed inside her. She began to whimper, "Please... please let me.. . Please fuck me..." He removed his foot from her back and ordered her to roll over. She did as she was told and when she found her place on her back, she looked up to see him wringing and pulling on his erection just as she had imagined. She lay there with her mouth open - wanting him inside her so desperately. She reached her hand down to touch herself and he growled at her again, all the while jacking himself off, "Don't you fucking dare! You're a fucking dirty slut! Fucking cock tease! You don't deserve to cum until I say you do." His movements grew faster as he was obviously nearing orgasm. She lay there watching him her mouth and eyes wide. Suddenly, he jerked his hips forward roughly and began almost chanting, "Bitch... Bitch... Bitch... Fucking whore... Fucking Bitch..." Thin ropes of semen began spurting from his cock now and landing all over her body as he made sure to spread it as evenly as he could. She felt his cum landing on her thighs, her pussy, her stomach, and then finally on her face as he chanted his obscenities at her. When he was done, he took a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the remaining fluid from his penis and then threw the crumpled tissue onto her. He then placed his penis back in his underwear, and zipped up his pants. Carla lay there, not knowing if she was allowed to move yet - hoping this was not the end. "Well," he said as if they had simply had a long but casual conversation, "It's been nice meeting you Carla. I must say, you've been a very gracious host. I expect to have more work for you very soon. Be ready for my call, understand?" Carla lay on the floor - the cum on her body still somewhat warm. She didn't want him to leave, but knew the choice was not hers. "Yes Sir," she managed, disappointedly. "I know you are disappointed, Carla," he told her, "but we must carry your punishment through before you are allowed the pleasure whores like you so desperately need. Until further notice, you are not to touch yourself or do anything else that would give you an orgasm. I want those bedroom shades open so that I can see that you aren't carrying out your whore fantasies without my approval. As for tonight, you are to remain for the rest of the day and evening with your panties around your knees and my cum dried on your body. I want you to sleep this way, as well, with no covers, so that I can check on you from my window." "Yes, Sir," she answered, wondering to herself whether she could truly handle this level of control being exerted on her. She agreed nonetheless. Andrew's Little Slut Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Yes, Daddy Carla was unsure why she was carrying out Andrew's order that she stay with her panties around her knees. She felt the dried cum tighten and crack on her skin as she fumbled about her apartment ridiculously. At the same time, she felt the ache between her legs growing as she recalled how he had so viciously spanked her ass and called her such vile names. She wondered why she was so aroused by his behavior and felt deeply ashamed by her compliance with it. When she made it to the bedroom where their windows faced each other, she waddled awkwardly across the room and pulled the shades all the way up so that he could see her the way he had wanted to. She immediately noticed that his shades were also open, his bedroom light shining brightly, illuminating his back as he fumbled with something at the window. When he finished making some adjustments, he moved from whatever he had been working on and this was when she realized what that was - it was a camera. He was setting up a camera to film her in her bedroom! She was horrified by this - he had not mentioned that this was part of what he wanted, and she had not consented to it. He saw her then, too - standing there with her panties still around her knees, hours after he had ordered her to keep them there. She was shaking her head at him and waving her hands as she shouted, "Andrew! No! This is not okay with me!" He laughed at her as he watched her panic. He let her rave some and then opened his window, motioning for her to do the same. She pulled the window open and still smiling with amusement, he asked her, "What were you saying, whore? I couldn't hear you." "Look - this is too much! I can't allow you to film me in my bedroom!" she whispered loudly, fearing that soon their other neighbors might hear. The smile faded from his face then and the look that had become so familiar in their previous encounter replaced it. His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened, his lips now tighter and he growled in a voice loud enough for anyone in the neighboring apartments to hear, "Carla - you will never tell me what you will 'allow'! This isn't about you, you fucking whore. This is about what I will allow - what I will enforce. Do you understand me?" "Oh my god..." she uttered with her face in her hands. She shook her head and replied, "Please, Andrew... Please don't do this to me. You're talking too loudly." Her face grew hot and red thinking about what the neighbors might think if they overheard what he was saying. "I'm talking too loudly? Is that what I just heard you say? " She heard the anger in his voice and did not respond as she sobbed into her hands, for the first time, regretting greatly what was happening. "Look at me!" she heard him say. She pulled her hands from her face and met his eyes. He stared deeply into her eyes again and began speaking. "You told me earlier what a nasty whore you are, didn't you?" She didn't answer, but stared at him in a daze. She began to realize that she had started something she could not stop. Even as she stood there in her bedroom window with her cum-stained face and panties around her knees, red-faced and humiliated, she felt her desire growing as he became more and more severe with her. Every time he called her a "whore" or a "slut" her body involuntarily reacted - her nipples became sensitive, her clitoris twitched, her pussy became wet. "You will answer me now. That's what you told me, isn't it?" She opened her lips then and uttered in defeat, "Yes Sir. I am a nasty whore, Sir." "Atta' girl," he said to her as if she were a dog. "Now, you have been a very, very naughty little girl, Carla. You must learn to not talk back to your Daddy. Do you understand?" He was changing the fantasy at his whim. It was clear to her when he referred to himself as Daddy what would be coming next. He hadn't humiliated her to his satisfaction yet and now he was placing her in the role of his little girl. She knew that this was disgusting - this man was a pervert ready to make her do whatever twisted thing he imagined. Her mind told her to close the window and the shade, lock the doors and go to sleep, but she could not bring herself to do it. She could not even bring herself to pull up her panties when he could not see her because he had told her not to. She opened her mouth and answered according to his will, "Yes, Daddy. I am a naughty little girl who should not talk back to my Daddy." He smiled wickedly now, sure that she could no longer resist him though she tried. "Good," he said. "You understand, though, that you still must be punished, right?" "Yes Daddy, I must be punished for being such a naughty girl." "Now, go and unlock your door, then lay down on your bed and wait for me." he instructed. She followed his instruction and as she lay in the bed she began to recall how harshly he had treated her earlier. Even in the midst of all of her questions about what she had gotten herself into, she felt the fire between her legs that he had refused to quench in their first encounter. She began to imagine him entering her apartment and fucking her the way she had hoped he would - roughly and quickly, making her hurt inside. She began to move her torso involuntarily as she pictured his beautiful cock pumping into her as he gripped her hips with his strong fingers. She began to ache and wanted so desperately to relieve her longing on her own, but did not know if he had turned on the camera that was now filming her from his bedroom window. As frightened as she was, she wanted very much to please him. She tried to think of more innocuous things, doing her best to assuage her desire before it became completely uncontrollable. It was exceedingly difficult as she was always aware of his cum on her body and her panties around her knees - physical and inexcusable signs of her compliance and desire. After what seemed like hours, she heard the front doorknob turn and the door swing open. She worried that it could be someone else - the door had remained unlocked for so long - anyone could come in and find her this way. She fought her neurotic worry and remained laying there - her panties around her knees, his cum dried on her skin. When Andrew appeared in the doorway, she felt relieved that it was him and then caught herself and wondered why she felt comforted by this perverted man's presence. "I see you've waited as I told you," he said, "You'll learn to be a good girl for Daddy yet, won't you?" "Yes, Daddy," she replied. She felt so ashamed - laying there in the position he had ordered and now, calling him "Daddy." "Daddy brought you a present," he told her, now holding up a hanger with a frilly pink dress in his hand. She glanced now at him in the doorway there and noticed a large bag near his feet. He moved toward her and stared down at her cum-stained body and panties. "What is all over you, you lady? It looks like you've made quite a mess of yourself.," he said tersely, "Is that cum on your panties?" "Yes, Daddy," she answered meekly. "Yes, Daddy, what?" he prodded. "Yes, Daddy, that is cum on my panties." she whimpered, feeling disgusted and aroused. "Well, it looks as if you really aren't as good of a girl as Daddy had hoped," he scolded her, shaking his head, "Keep your panties around your knees and go take a shower now. Daddy will lay out the clothes you will wear when you are all clean." "Yes, Daddy" she answered as she clumsily rose from her bed and stumbled toward the bathroom. He watched her with amusement as she shuffled her feet, her bare ass shimmying with her movement as her panties continued to restrict her movement. "You will remain naked and crawl back to me on your hands and knees when you are finished," he added as he watched her, "and bring those dirty panties back with you, in your mouth." The thought of him watching her again, as he was now, as she struggled across the floor on her hands and knees, aroused her more than she could have imagined. She whimpered back to him, now feeling like the helpless little girl he was forcing her to become, "Yes, Daddy. I will bring my dirty panties back in my mouth." She crawled back from her shower, her cum-stained panties in her mouth. He watched her as she entered, her breast bouncing and swaying below her as she brought her panties to him like a puppy dog. When she reached his feet where he sat on the bed, shelifted her eyes to his and motioned with her head for him to receive the panties she had so obediently retrieved for him. "Now stand up." He said with little emotion as he pulled the panties from her teeth. She was disappointed with his non-response to how obediently she had carried out the task he had just given her. Nevertheless, she complied with his command and rose to her feet. Lain across the bed was the short and frilly dress he had brought for her. Set below them, on the floor, were a pair of black patent leather shoes with buckles and a pair of anklets with lace around the tops. Next to the dress were two pink bows that attached to her hair with clips, and a brand new pair of little girl panties in her size. They were also pink and were printed with small teddy bears. "Put on your new clothes for Daddy," he told her, "I will wait for you on the sofa." She put the clothes on as he had directed, feeling more and more lost in the fantasy as she slowly was transformed from young woman, to Daddy's little girl. She was frightened still, of all that her actions might mean. Why was she allowing this disgusting man to control her, and why was she so aroused by carrying out his bidding? As she clipped the pink bows in her hair, she realized that it was now too late - not only was she complying with his orders, but now she had been filmed doing just that. She could not deny what she had been doing, nor that she was enjoying it. She left the bedroom in her frilly dress and approached him as he sat on the couch. In the corner of her living room, Andrew had set up yet another camera. She froze at the edge of the couch farthest from him as she gazed at the camera in horror. Not only was she living out the terrible fantasies she had always hidden from the world, but now, it was all being documented by this man she barely knew. She drew a breath to protest and then remembered that he already had footage of her laying in her bed with panties around her knees, and also of her crawling across the floor naked, with her panties in her mouth, as he had ordered her to do. "There's my little girl," he said, interrupting her train of thought, as he motioned for her to sit on the coffee table before him. She sat on the coffee table, facing him, and closed her legs like a little lady. "No, no." he told her waving his finger in her face. He placed his hands on the insides of her knees and spread her legs wide, pushing her dress back slightly, so that he could glimpse her little girl panties. He took a deep breath as he drank her in with his eyes, then he looked into her eyes and asked her, "Do you now why you are in trouble?" "I'm in trouble because I'm a naughty little girl, Daddy," she answered him, lowering her eyes from his. "Tell me why you are a naughty girl." "I'm a naughty girl because I talked back to you, Daddy, when you were setting up the camera in the window." "That's right. Now what else did you do?" "I got my panties dirty, Daddy." "Yes, you did!" he grumbled, as he felt his adrenaline begin to surge. "How did you get your panties dirty?" "I got my panties dirty when you came all over me, Daddy." "And why did I come all over you?" "You came on me because I am a nasty whore, Daddy." He sneered at her, never letting her eyes leave his as he reached into his pocket and withdrew the dirty pair of panties with his dried cum on them. He opened the panties and placed them over her head. "Now lay face down on the coffee table and prepare for your spanking." She could not see with the panties on her head and she shuddered, wondering what he might do to her while she was so blinded. She slowly laid down on the table and turned on her stomach. "Pull your dress up above your waist," he ordered. She reached down and moved her dress into the position he had ordered. He stood above her and looked at her there - the pink dress now raised to fully reveal the teddy bear panties, her shiny patent leather shoes hanging in the air as her legs stretched past the edge of the small table. He removed the camera from the tripod and filmed close-ups of her in this position - first of the tiny pink bows in her hair, then lower down her back until he reached her panties. He zoomed in on them, capturing the wet area of material directly between her thighs. "Now you're getting your new panties dirty!" He growled at her as he returned the camera to its position in the corner of the room. "You will never learn. Pull down your panties." She complied with his order, setting up on her knees for a moment as she pulled her panties to her knees, where he liked them. As she began to return to her position, she felt her hand at her head, pushing her down faster than she was moving, forcing her to lose her balance and fall forward on the table. His voice became angry again and he walked around the table observing that her ass was red and marked from the spanking he had given her earlier. He made a complete circle around her and when he returned to her head, he yanked the panties off of her head and snapped at her, "Get up on your elbows - rest your face between your hands and look at the television. She did as she was told, but was confused by his request. Why was she to look at the blank television screen? She stared at the gray glassy screen, waiting for his next command. She expected his hand to come down on her ass at anytime, and almost winced when she heard him moving around behind her. Suddenly, she heard the familiar click as her television screen came to life. It took her moment to focus, but when she realized what she was seeing, she gasped: On the screen was a live shot from the camera that was set up behind her, in the corner of her living room. She saw the way she looked there in her pink frilly dress, her legs hanging off the end of the table, with those teddy bear panties around her knees. She saw the red marks, some shaped like Andrew's hand, on her ass. Andrew moved so that his face was center-screen. He stared at the camera and asked, "Do you like what you see?" He seemed to be looking right at her from the television screen. She looked into his eyes there, on the screen and answered, "Yes. Yes, Daddy. I like what I see." "Are you a naughty little slut? Do you see what happens to naughty little sluts that talk back to their Daddy?" "Yes, Daddy," she answered the television screen, "I am a naughty little slut and I see what happens if I talk back." "You ain't seen nothing yet!" he growled as he moved away from the camera and then brought his hand down on her ass. "Owww..." she howled. He brought it down again, and again as she writhed beneath him. She could see him as he spanked her, on the television, her ass jiggling with each blow, her body jerking from the shock and pain . Somehow, watching herself this way heightened the entire experience. Now not only was she being completely humiliated by this man, but she was watching herself be degraded as it happened. When the spanking subsided, she saw Andrew pull something from the bag he had brought. It was some sort of book. He placed the book beneath her face on the table and opened it to the beginning page. It was a children's book about teddy bears on an adventure. She looked up at him, confused. "Could this man be any more twisted?" She wondered. He looked at her bewildered face and in an even tone began his instruction: "You will read this book aloud. While I read, I will do as I please to your body and it will be on the television screen also. You are being punished and are not allowed to watch TV. You will read the story correctly and in an even tone without sneaking any peaks at the television. If you do not follow my instructions, you will be severely punished. Do you understand?" She nodded and lowered her eyes to the page. "Good," he said, "You may begin now." "It was a sunny day in Teddy Town..." she began reading the silly childish story. She felt so disgusting, laying there like that, dressed like a little girl, reading a child's story. She hated that she was allowing him to do this to her - that her depraved desires outweighed her self respect so much. As she continued reading the story, Andrew disappeared from her sight. She heard him shuffling through his bag and then felt his hand on her rear. She started when she felt his cool finger insinuating itself between her ass cheeks and it could be heard in her reading, "Tommy Teddy - uh - searched for his fishing pole.." "You fucked up," he told her, but she only continued reading the story. He moved closer to her head then and she felt him unclip one of the pink bows in her hair. She continued reading as he cupped one of her breasts and then pulled her nipple so that it was stretched. Then, she felt the clip of the bow barrette close around her nipple and gasped again, "The beautiful lake in Teddy Town... ah!" "Oh no," he shook his head, "Not again. You are not a very good reader, little girl." She felt him remove the other bow, but this time she was prepared. She braced herself as her pulled her other nipple tight and when he clipped it with the barrette, she did not start at all, but continued reading as if she had not felt it. Only slight tension could be heard in her voice, but her reading remained fluent. "That's better," he told her as he moved again to her rear. He began the insinuation of his finger again and she felt him as he rubbed something slippery on the sides of her rear passage. She continued reading but began to tremble as she guessed what her punishment must consist of. He heard her voice begin trembling as she continued the story reading in her best little girl voice, "Tommy Teddy lost his fishing pole and could not find it anywhere. He asked Tammy Teddy if she had seen his pole..." He chuckled at the language in the story as pushed his finger into her ass. She stumbled on her words as he pushed it in more and more. "Tammy Teddy had not ... uh... oh... ssss... seen..." He brought his hand down hard on her ass as he simultaneously began fucking her ass with his finger. "You dumb nasty little whore. You can't even read right!" She attempted to continue reading but was stopped when he shoved the dirty pair of panties that had been on her head into her mouth. "Shut up, whore!" he yelled, "You had your chance but you couldn't handle your punishment. Now, I think you need something more severe to get the message through your thick head - don't you?" She nodded her head, the nasty panties hanging from her mouth, "mmhhmm" He pulled the panties out her mouth and said, "Spankings don't seem to be enough. You are too used to that kind of pain. I think your ass needs something harder - don't you?" "Yes, Daddy. My ass needs something harder, sir." "What do you think that might be?" he wondered aloud. He brought his bag where she could see it and put his hand inside. He searched around some and pulled out a long white dildo. He placed the dildo at her lips and said, "do you think this might be hard enough?" She stared at the long monster cock wide-eyed... "No... Daddy... Please. It's too big!" He shoved it into her mouth as she spoke. "Suck," he ordered, "Get it nice and wet or it will hurt more when I use it on your ass." She whimpered at her powerlessness and began to suck the long phallus, taking it as far as she could down her throat. He allowed her to hold it between her hands and work it with her mouth as he rose again and moved behind her. She felt him grab her legs and pull until her ass was the edge of the table, her knees now on the floor. She continued licking and sucking the long dildo he had given her, occasionally glancing up to see herself on the television. Andrew's Little Slut Ch. 02 She then heard him unzip his pants and she moaned aloud, hoping he was going to finally fuck her. She spread her knees wide in anticipation and heard him laugh at her actions. He positioned himself between her knees and spread her ass cheeks with his hands. He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance and moved it in circles against her asshole. He took a deep breath and then ordered her, "Stop what you are doing. Take the cock out of your mouth." She did as she was told and then glanced up at the television as she wondered what was coming now. She saw him positioned between her knees and realized that the pressure against her asshole was not his finger this time. "Now tell me, you fucking slut... How should Daddy punish you now?" he asked as he continued to rub her rear with his cock head. "ooooh..." she whimpered as she began moving her hips in a circular motion, attempting to push herself back onto his cock. "Daddy should punish my virgin ass with his cock," she replied. He pressed his cock inside her a bit and said, "Maybe you should ask Daddy very nicely if he will do that..." Her breath was sharp and quick now as she felt him moving deeper into her bottom. She knew this would be painful, but she had fantasized about it so many times. She wanted to be hurt this way. She wanted to feel a man using her ass without regard to her pain. She wanted to feel him cum inside of her ass. "Please, Daddy... Your little girl... ...has been very bad. I am so sorry, Daddy! Please punish my ass. Please punish my virgin ass... ...with your cock... Make my ass hurt... ... make it hurt - yeah... ...because I'm such a bad little slut, Daddy. Make your daughter's virgin ass hurt.. Make it drip with your cum, please... please Daddy." Her pleas were even more than he had expected. She was really falling into her role now - she had surrendered completely in this moment, and he knew it. He looked down at her teddy bear panties and her frilly dress gathered beneath her and he couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed the remainder of his cock inside of her ass as she cried out at the pain. He slowed to allow her to adjust and then heard her talking again, "Oh - Thank you , Daddy. Thank you for taking my virgin ass." He slid his cock nearly out again, then, knowing she was enjoying the pain he was causing and rammed it in to the hilt as hard as he could." "AAAH!" She hollered in pain, and then , "oh, God, Daddy - it hurts Daddy. Hurt me more Daddy. Punish me Daddy. I've been so bad." It was true that her ass was burning from all of the abuse he had given it , but she could not turn back from where he had now driven her. The pain and pleasure meshed and she was truly enjoying that her "Daddy" was now punishing her ass. He pumped into hard and fast, gripping her hips tightly as he felt his lust building to anger. "You fucking little slut! You fucking whore!" he shouted as he ripped into her ass with his cock. She watched his ass muscles tense as he pushed his cock into her ass and simultaneously felt him move inside her as he took her anal virginity. She continued to talk to him, as well "Yes... uh... oh... yes, daddy.. Fuck my ass daddy. Punish me daddy. Fuck me daddy. Fuck my ass, daddy..." He pumped into her with a fever until he felt himself begin to cum. He pulled his cock out leaving a trail of semen running from her ass and continued to cum all over her ass and back. As she watched him on the television she also began to come. She watched him grab the dildo from beneath her and saw him on the television as he quickly placed it where his cock had just been. He pushed it into her ass as hard as he had been pushing his own cock into her ass and she began coming now as he raped her ass some more with the long fat dildo. "Oh Daddy... Oh Daddy..." I'm so sorry I was bad. Hurt my ass, Daddy... Yeah... yeah... fuck my ass, fuck my ass... ooooh...." When she had finished her orgasm, he turned her around by pulling the bows that were still clipped to her nipples so that she was facing his now softened cock. He twisted and pulled the bows as he said, "Now lick me clean, bitch." She licked every bit of fluid and cum and everything else his cock had been covered, wincing some as he continued to yank and twist the bows attached to her nipples. "That's a good girl..." he sighed.