Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

"Good girl. Give me your phone," and he waited for her to reach over to the bedside table to retrieve it and hand I to him. "What's the code," he asked, and she gave him the code, 0514. The date she lost her virginity.

At the junior prom. She had been a freshman back then, when Karl, a junior, had asked her to the prom. At the afterparty, they had gone upstairs to one of the bedrooms and she had sex for the first time. It hurt and lasted all of four minutes. He had barely broken her hymen before he came in a hurry. She pretended it had been great but couldn't believe that was all there was to it. After what everyone had told her. She went back to the party totally disappointed. And then later, while they were back downstairs, she saw him laughing and high-fiving some of the other boys and she knew he had bragged about doing her. Her reputation for being a fuckable slut had begun. She became more careful about who she had sex with after that.

He unlocked the phone. She wanted to know why he wanted to look through her phone but thought better to ask. "Go take a quick shower and clean up. You will need to get home soon. But I want to talk to you before you leave," he stated and with that he turned and went to sit down in the chair while he started to work on her phone.

She walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on, making the water nice and hot. The raintree showerhead felt amazing. The hot water eased her many overworked muscles. The hot water on her ass made her ass burn. "How many times have i been spanked tonight?" she asked herself. No clue. A lot. It scared her when he got angry. She had to work harder to avoid so much punishment. She lingered under the water for at least 15 minutes before grudgingly getting out. She needed to get home. She wrapped one of the giant fluffy towels around her. So much nicer than the ones at home. Nicer than any towel that had ever touch her skin. All of her clothes were downstairs, so she just walked out in the towel.

Mr. Michaels sat waiting patiently. And smiled when he saw her. He picked up his phone and pointed it at her. Her phone with the pink glittery outer cover lay in his lap. "Drop the towel and give me some poses," he demanded. She shrugged and dropped the towel to the floor. She pushed out her tits and pouted for the camera. He clicked and started to move and snap off a number of photos. She went through a dozen or so different poses, following his directions, including one to bend over at the waist with her hands spreading her ass cheeks giving him a wide open view of her pussy and bung hole. He got close ups of her whole body and

quite a number of her face.

"Downstairs little girl. And get dressed," he said as he started pulling on his underwear over his still semi-hard cock.

Once downstairs, they sat on the couch and continued drinking their beers. He had already retrieved a second for himself. "I want to go over some rules for you and some expectations over the coming weeks," he started.

Sarah sighed to herself thinking, "Here it comes."

"First and most importantly, you are to talk about this with no one. And I mean no one. Not your best friend. Not your priest or therapist. Definitely not your parents. This is just between you and me. If you want me to keep quiet and not involve the police and you want to keep all of these videos private, then it is important that no one ever comes looking. Is that understood?" he asked.

"Yes sir", she responded. How many times could she say that in one night?

"No Sarah, I want to hear you say it. I won't tell anyone. Say it," he demanded.

"I promise I won't tell anyone sir," she said without any sarcasm. She knew from his tone that being a smartass would bring his wrath. Or maybe he would just call the whole thing off and she couldn't have that.

"Good. You already know the second rule. You are to address me as sir at all times, unless I give you a different direction for the night. For now, it is just 'Sir," he stated. She nodded. "I expect you to follow all directions and orders without question."

"I understand sir."

"Generally, we will meet once or twice a week. Mainly on Thursday nights like tonight. As far as anyone else will know, you are still just babysitting for me on a regular basis. I am going to move my poker game to a different night with my buddies, but Thursdays will be our night. Billy's schedule with his mother is changing soon anyway, so Thursday nights will just be for you and I." He paused. He could tell she had questions, but he didn't want her to ask yet.

"This will not take over your life Sarah. You will go to school, go out on dates with boys, have plenty of time to hang out with your friends and do all of your normal school activities. This is just some extra fun. Understood?" he asked.

He actually surprised her with that comment. She had been afraid that he would demand her constant attention. And restrict her to have her all to himself. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she thought. "I understand sir."

"But another firm rule. No boy gets to fuck you without a rubber. Ever. No rubber no love. I am the only one that gets to fuck you without a rubber. I've had a vasectomy so there is no fear of getting you pregnant. But no fucking without a rubber, understood?!" he demanded with a completely serious face.

"No fucking without a rubber sir. I understand. But that won't be too much of an issue. I don't have sex very often," she said defensively.

Mr. Michaels laughed and said, "Sarah, with everything I will be opening you up to, think you will find that you like and want more sex. That is fine and I want you to enjoy it, just no fucking without a rubber. She smiled and nodded at that.

"Any questions?" he asked after a pause.

Sarah looked down and pulled at her hands. Shyly she asked, "When do you want me to bring back the money I stole? And should I bring back your birthday present as well?" She had asked barely above a whisper. She tentatively looked up waiting for his response.

Mr. Michaels frowned and considered for a solid minute. "You keep the money. You are going to earn every penny. That I promise. I will still be paying you for all of the hours you spend here 'babysitting." He said the last with air quotes. "I would give you more, but you might get questioned if you suddenly have too much money" Sarah looked shocked but didn't say anything.

He went on, "This isn't all about punishment Sarah. There will be plenty of rewards and pleasures as well. As long as you do as you are told and work hard to please your Master," he concluded.

There was that 'master' word again. That word made her nervous. But she brightened significantly at the news that she could keep all of the money. Over $1000. Huge money for her. And he would continue to pay her. Even better.

He smiled at her cheer. He set his beer down and stood to pull his underwear down. "We have about 15 minutes left before you turn into a pumpkin. Let's see if you can get me to cum one last time." He stood her up and pulled her shirt off again exposing her perfect set of tits. He sat back down with his ass on the edge of the couch and leaned back on the cushion.

She kneeled between his legs and started blowing him again. She had an easier time of it this time. She remembered to stroke his shaft and used her other hand to lightly squeeze and rub his balls. She played and licked all over and sucked his cock as deep into her mouth as she could. Her jaw cramped, but she became determined. It took a while but he finally leaned his head back and thrust up as he ejaculated into her mouth. The taste and texture of cum still made her reel and she choked about halfway through. Cum spilled down his cock and onto his stomach.

He waited until she stopped choking and the tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to clear her throat. When she settled down, he stated matter-of-factly, "You know what to do." Sarah sighed and started to lick the cum off his dick. By the time she got to his stomach, the cum had gotten cold, which gave it an even stranger texture. She didn't like it. But she got it all up and he seemed satisfied.

One last suck of her tits and she dressed and headed to the door. He gave her a last smack on her ass on her way out the door as well. The cooler night air felt good on her face while she walked to her car. Sarah couldn't believe it had only been three hours. Her life had completely changed in those three hours.

She was 'owned and now the sex slave of a man more than twice her age. Her sex life and her attitudes about sex would never be the same. What did the future hold? He promised to expose her to unimaginable new sexual experiences. And she had more money than she had ever had before. Her feelings were so conflicted. Mostly it frightened her at the possibility that this could get out and it could ruin her life. In a second. And the thought of punishment and future pain that he would inflict upon her seemed daunting. But then she thought about those orgasms. Her body shook at their intensity. The pleasure had been like nothing she had ever experienced or thought one could experience.

She focused on getting home and getting some sleep. She fell into bed exhausted. Tomorrow would be another day.

To Be Continued...