Willa Huffner - Bound hooker

In many of them, Kathy was the master who made the poor girls do all sorts of things, and they almost always ended up with her forcing them to lick her cunt and ass. In one scene, a girl had to lick six girls in a row. Kathy whipped her until her job was done. The poor girl had whip marks all over her body, but mostly across her tits.

When Kathy heard me gasp, she told me that the girl loved every second of it and was even disappointed when all of the other girls had been satisfied by her tongue. She said the girl was willing to be whipped three times a day, every day. She was not a part of the men but was Kathy's personal slave. She was most happy when she was branded and had rings put on her cunt.

"Would you like to have rings, Jane?" she asked me.

"Rings! No way."

"Some day you may have them, you may even want to have them. This grows on you even though a lot of people think that its kinky and horrible. They seem to think they have the right to tell us how to live and what our sex life should be. The very ones who yell the loudest are the very ones who have no enjoyment in sex and therefore think that it is wrong, or they think they should dictate what type of sex we should engage in."

"There are always people telling others what's good for them. They don't know how to mind their own business."

"They are just trying to do what they think is right," I told her.

"They have no right to judge what's right and what's wrong. As long people engage in activities of their own free will and do no harm to others who are not interested or who do not want to participate, then they have absolutely no right to tell others how to run their lives. It would be different if they are forced to do things."

"If as they preach, it is against God's will, then they are in effect playing God by taking away the free will of people, which He had given them. They cannot be better than He but they try."

"Why is it against the law to do so many things?"

"Only because politicians are afraid of losing votes and judges were part of the community and listened to the loud holier-than-thou voices. If they would let people do what they wanted as long as they did not interfere with the rights of others, this would be a much better place to live."

"But how do you know where to stop? If you give some people an inch, they want a mile."

"That's true. But let's look at a situation. A man owns an adult book store. Only the people who are interested will enter. Others will stay away, including the kids because the owner keeps them out. It makes sense to protect the young. Anyway, the cops spend a lot of time trying to close him down, then there is a lot of time wasted in courts."

"In the meantime, there are houses being robbed, people being mugged, others murdered. The victims are certainly not willing participants but the police are too busy chasing people who are not really harming any one."

"We live in an unusual country. We have people who try to impose their will on others and as though that isn't enough, they try to impose their will on peoples of other countries even though they are totally ignorant of their customs and traditions. The thing we need more than anything else is a law that requires people to mind their own business."

She made a lot of sense. I forgot that I was sitting there naked as the day I was born while I listened to her.

"That's enough of that for now. I'll leave these tapes here for you so you can get a good idea of what's in store for you when they want to use you."

"It doesn't seem that they are interested in me."

"Don't worry. They have a lot of interest in you but they are very careful and use you only when they can be discrete about it. You'll have them often enough. Besides, if they wait too long, they may even let me have you for awhile. That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"What would you do to me?"

"I won't say anything except that you would have more orgasms than you dreamed possible."

"I'd like that. Why don't you start now?"

"I wish I could but I would never do anything that would jeopardize my position. I have the best possible situation and I'm not about to take a chance of losing it."

"I'm horny as hell. I need somebody to do something to me."

"You'll get your fair share of sex. Before they finish with you, I promise that you will beg for a few minutes rest."

"But I need them now, not next month."

"That's just part of your training. You must learn to relax and be calm about all situations. You will need a lot of courage to get through some of the things they have planned for you."

"They promised that they would not hurt me."

"They won't, and in fact, they don't want to. They like to humiliate and embarrass you. They keep an eye on you through me and when they find out just what is the most degrading in your mind, that's exactly what they will do to you."

"Remember, they are not ghouls. They are just men who don't believe in women's lib."

Kathy left me alone again. I was not too happy having a pussy that needed attention and a sore ass. I took a warm bath that helped to ease the pain in my tail but did nothing to ease the ache between my legs.

I slipped on a pair of panties, which was my usual attire around the apartment, and did some more sewing. If they didn't use me more often than they had the first few days, I would have the world's largest collection of clothes.

It was three days later when I finally got a call to be ready that evening. I was thrilled. At last I could get out of the apartment other than on short morning trips around the neighborhood.

I took plenty of time getting ready, making sure that everything was just right. I wore a pair of tiny stretch panties that held my pussy comfortably snug and which kept me mindful of it. My dress was a simple little black thing that gave only a hint of my shape. It was held on only by a couple of snaps and a zipper. I was prepared to get it off as soon as the opportunity came by. I thought of my good fortune. I was getting paid to do things that other women would have paid to do.

John T. came by at the exact minute he said. He was much older than I but handsome and well groomed.

"Good evening, Jane. You look very elegant. Turn around."

I modeled the dress for him. He seemed to be very pleased. "That's not one of the dresses we ordered for you but it looks very nice. Where did you get it?"

"I made it." I held the skirt out for him to get a better view and I turned around again, more proud of my handy work than of my body.

"Do you like to make your own clothes?"

"Oh yes. I can't stand the styles and materials they use these days. They don't do a thing for a woman except make her look like she's wearing upholstery material."

I lifted the hem to show my panties to him. "I made these too. Do you like them?"

"They are very nice but I don't like to see your hair sticking out from the sides."

I looked down and sure enough, there were two strands sticking up. I quickly cut them off. He watched my every move. I took much longer than was necessary to let him have a long hard look at my crotch. I hoped it would give him ideas, like a quickie before we went out.

We drove way out into the country. It seemed that the evening would be over before we ever got there.

I was strong enough not to ask him any questions about him even though I was really curious. I talked about things that were not earthshaking which pleased him. I sat close to him after awhile and put my hand on his knee. When he gave no indication one way or the other that he liked it, I moved my hand closer to his crotch. I think that I made myself hotter than him.

John made me take my panties off in the car and leave them there. I felt more excited. It was against convention to go without underclothes but it made me feel very daring.