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Submittin' in the Wild West
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STORY # 26 THE MASTER CHRIS COLLECTION
SUBMITTIN IN THE WILD WEST
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Although you were skeptical at first, now that we are on the
plane, heading to Colorado, the idea of a dude ranch seems kind
of attractive. I have spent the last few weeks showing you
brochures and talking you into the idea of spending a week in the
Wild West riding horses and breathing the clean mountain air.
The pressures of work have been unbearable and the thought of
spending time back with nature is too good to pass up. The plane
ride is a couple of hours long and we have two seats next to each
other on the half empty plane. You immediately snuggle up next
to me and I put my arm around you. Once we have taken off and
are cruising on our way, I reach around you to fondle a breast.
"Mmmm", you murmur. We haven't had time to think about sex for
awhile and the caressing is appealing. With my other hand I
reach out and undo the top button of your blouse. Then the
second. At the third button, you start to get nervous and as I
reach for the fourth button you instinctively reach up to hold
your blouse closed. I take your hands and gently hold them
behind your back as I loosen the fourth button. I reach in and
gently pull at both of your nipples. As I do so, your breasts
are exposed to the air. "Arch your back.", I whisper. Despite
yourself, you arch your back to more fully offer your breasts to
me. I reach down and bite each nipple hard and then I release
you. You reach around and draw your blouse closer together then
you go to do up the buttons. "No", I say softly, "Don't do up
the buttons, leave them open. You are nervous but you do as I
ask. Your breasts are covered but the cleavage you now present
goes all the way to your navel. In a way it is more exposing
than being naked. Every once in a while I reach over to caress
you again. I play with your full breasts or I slide a hand up
under your skirt to discover your ever increasing wetness or I
simply reach over to stroke your hair or your neck. The constant
stimulation continues to turn you on until you are literally
sitting in a puddle of excitement. By the time the plane lands
you are ready to make love right in the airport but instead, we
pick up our bags and get on the ranch bus. I have allowed you to
do only the bottom two buttons of your blouse and you blush red
as men stare openly at the expanse of flesh is exposed. The bus
ride is not long. There are 2 other couples with you and you
notice that they are young and attractive, not at all the old
retired types you expected. The ranch itself is also a pleasant
surprise. The decor is modern and comfortable and your room
contains a huge bed as well as a well equipped bathroom complete
with hot-tub. 'This is going to be better than I imagined.', you
think to yourself as you unpack. I arrive in the room a moment
later and you immediately slide your horny body up against mine.
You have been turned on all day and you beg for me to allow you
some release. I smile at you as I stand you up. "Not yet.", I
say in a mischievous voice, "Don't you want to do some horseback
riding?" "Uh uh.", you say, "I want a different kind of ride."
I'm still smiling as I pull you out of the room and towards the
stables. You follow reluctantly. You are still wearing your
light blue skirt and your blouse is still revealingly opened to
show more than you are comfortable with. The stables are well
appointed and you admire the various horses as we look around.
One of the stable hands introduces himself as Jim. "Are you
ready to go sir?", he asks me. You look at me questioningly.
Evidently, something has been planned here in your absence.
"Sure.", I say. Four horses are led out and I refuse to answer
any of your questions. "But I'm not even dressed to go riding.",
you protest. "Shhhh", I reply. The horses are saddled up and
Jim and what must be his girlfriend mount up. I help you onto a
pretty mare and instruct you to sit, not sidesaddle as you would
have liked but astride the horse thus placing your naked pussy
directly on the leather of the saddle. The warm leather
immediately gets slippery with the juices of your overexcited
pussy. We start out across the empty plain towards the nearby
hills. The feeling of the pommel of the saddle rubbing against
your hard clit is driving you to distraction and you have
difficulty concentrating on Jim's steady patter describing the
wilderness around you. After about an hour, you come to the
hills and shortly after that Jim and his friend Peggy come to a
stop beside a little stream in a clearing. The scenery is
beautiful. You are truly away from everything here. You get off
your saddle, careful not to let anyone see that you are wearing
no underpanties and you sit down on the grass to relax. Your
mind is really on one thing and one thing only; Sex. You see Jim
removing the saddles and letting the horses relax also and a few
minutes later, you are all sitting in a circle on your saddles
passing the canteen around for a drink. "So,", says Jim, "this
is your submissive lady." You choke on your drink. Peggy is
looking right at you and smiling. "Tell me.", she asks, "What
have you made her do?" "Well,", I say, "First of all, she is not
permitted to wear underclothes of any kind. Secondly, I have had
her submit to strange men and have exhibited her in public. She
has had her pussy shaved, her nipples clipped, her bottom spanked
and has been a slave to both men and women." "Mmmmm.", says
Peggy. She stands up and looks down at you. She is wearing a
chamois shirt and jeans and has leather riding boots on her feet.
In her right hand is her riding crop. You feel your heart skip a
beat. She is petite but she looks severe and her presence scares
you. You know that you will have little choice but to obey
everything she asks of you. Your hot pussy is very present and
you hope that she won't discover it. "Roll over on your belly.",
she says. You roll over on your saddle so you are face down.
Your feet and hands are touching the grass but your bottom is
raised and presented to your audience. You feel a tremor run
through your body as you realize that you are helpless before
her. You feel the leather of her crop slide up along your naked
calf and catch the hem of your skirt. Very, very slowly, she
raises the crop and pulls your skirt higher and higher until it
has uncovered your long tanned thighs. The skirt continues to
rise, now revealing your white tan line and the curve of your
buttocks and then finally comes to rest in a puddle around your
waist. The crop now strokes your long legs carressingly.
"Spread them.", she commands and you hesitantly let your legs
fall open. She encourages them further and further apart until
you are completely exposed. The tip of the riding crop explores
the hot wet slit of your pussy and then stops. You hear Peggy
sit down and you wait, passively, lying across the warm leather
of your saddle with your bottom upraised and completely exposed.
The three of us continue to talk about you as I describe some of
the situations you have been put in. Your face blushes red as I
describe what parts of your body are most sensitive and what
particular variations you enjoy. Peggy is very interested to
hear that you have long nipples that love nipple clips and that
you enjoy being spanked hard. "Stand up.", you hear Peggy say.
You stand up before her thankfully allowing your skirt to fall
and cover you again. Your respite is to be short-lived, however.
"Off with those clothes.", she says. Your fingers are trembling
as you remove your blouse and skirt and stand with your head
bowed awaiting your next instruction. Peggy leads you over to a
nearby tree and attaches your hands together in front of you.
The end of the rope is thrown over a convenient branch and you
feel yourself being stretched upwards. She takes the opportunity
of your helplessness to pinch your sensitive nipples with her
gloved fingers. Your ankles are tied next so that you are spread
eagled in front of us. Peggy stands behind you and begins
running her hands across your body. She reaches around to
squeeze your breasts. You moan out loud at the sensation. One
of her leather gloved hands runs down your belly to stroke your
pussy. The feeling of the cool leather rubbing across your clit
has your whole body twitch and she does it again and again until
you are about to come. She walks around to in front of you now
and you look down to see that she has a branch of nettles in one
hand. You close your eyes, hoping that the nettles aren't for
you. Of course they are. You feel the prickly frond rubbing
gently across your left nipple. It is already hard but the
irritating nettles cause it to get so tight that it aches. The
right nipple undergoes the same treatment and although the
rubbing of the nettles stops, their stimulation continues.
Immediately you feel an itch in your nipples that you are begging
to scratch. Your body squirms in its bonds and your pussy begins
to gush its juices. You feel Peggy playing with your shaved slit
and the tiny sting of the nettles touches your delicate pink
pussy lips. She pulls back the hood of your clitoris to make
sure that it gets its fair share too. The stimulation is too
much for you. You are now panting in short ragged breaths and
your whole body is straining at the ropes which bind you. You
open your eyes to see Jim in front of you. He is not wearing any
clothes and his cock is large and thick. You look up at him and
say, "Please." He smiles as he comes closer. You feel the tip
of his cock touch your wet pussy and he allows just the head to
slide inside you. You hold your breath waiting for him to thrust
into you, to fill you up. Peggy has moved behind you and all of
a sudden a searing pain strikes your bottom. You body is driven
forward and impales itself deeply on Jim's cock. The riding crop
strikes again and the hot pain thrusts you forward again onto the
unyielding hardness of Jim. The strokes set the rhythm as Peggy
drives you forward again and again. Your bottom is burning hot
by the time she is done and you are crying out with every thrust
of Jim's body into yours. Jim holds himself deep in you without
moving. You feel him reach around behind you and grasp one of
your hot buttocks in each of his large rough hands. He pulls
them apart to reveal your hidden hole and the next sensation you
feel is Peggy's cool finger as she lubricates your bottom. Her
finger slides in and out of you and again she sets the rhythm of
you pushing yourself onto Jim's cock. Her finger pulls out and
you feel the head of my cock at your tiny entrance. Very, very
gently I slide into you until you feel my belly pressing up
against the heat in your bottom. You are more filled than you
have ever been before in your life. Your hypersensitive nipples
are still stinging slightly from the nettles as they press into
Jim's hairy chest. Your soaking pussy is stretched to the limit
by Jim's thick organ and your hot bottom is penetrated by my
cock. You feel the two organs pushing and pulling in alternate
strokes. As I push in, Jim pulls out and as I pull out, Jim
pushes in. Your body takes up a steady rhythm between us as your
hips push harder and harder forwards and backwards trying to get
more of us into you. You turn your head to the side to see Peggy
with a camera taking pictures but by this time you don't care.
Your orgasm starts from the tips of your toes and the depths of
your belly. You start to scream out loud at the feeling, letting
yourself be consumed by it, letting it use you and your body as
you reach a peak and collapse into our arms.
STORY # 27 THE MASTER CHRIS COLLECTION
SPECIAL REFORM SCHOOL FOR GIRLS # 1
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It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon when Lori arrive at the
"Special Reform School for Girls". She was understandably
nervous. The excitement and fear of coming to this place had
been building for weeks. It had been almost a month ago when
Lori's parents had sat her down for an important talk. Lori
remembered it like it was yesterday. She and her sister Roxanne
had just received her weekly "punishment" from mom and dad. Her
bottom was stinging hot and her 16 year old pussy was hotter
especially after the "pussy spanking" from Mom.
"Lori", her father said, "You're 16 years old now and your
mother and I would like to discuss something with you. We think
it is time in your development where you should be disciplined by
someone from outside of your own family. You know that we
believe that someone with the proper upbringing can go far in
this world and therefore, we have enrolled you into the "Special
Reform School for Girls" for 3 weeks of study. As you can
imagine from the name, they specialize in discipline." Lori's
heart was pounding as her mind began to conjure up images of
punishments to be received. 'What would it be like?', she
wondered, 'to be spanked by a stranger! "You will be going there
on the 15th of next month", her father said, "and you're younger
sister will follow you the week after for 2 weeks of study."
Lori started to tremble at the thought of what would happen to
her while she was there. The next three weeks were a jumble as
Lori tried not to think about her upcoming trip. On the last
night the family had its usual "punishment" session and Lori's
was particularly long and exciting. Her mom and dad told her
that they would be driving her to the special school tomorrow and
that tonight she and her mom would be packing her things. "You
won't need much.", said her dad, "They'll be providing
everything." His face held the hint of a smile but she wasn't
sure why. When her mom packed Lori's case, Lori was surprised
that it contained so few clothes. "You won't need too much
dear.", she was told. Her clothes for the next day had been all
laid out. She was to wear a light cotton sundress that was
backless. She was to wear shoes and panties but no bra was
allowed. It was almost a sleepless night for Lori. She couldn't
get the strange and exciting thoughts out of her head. Being
punished was not unknown to her. Her parents had been spanking
her for years but she had never been punished by a stranger or in
front of a stranger and the thought of that happening was at once
embarrassing and exciting. The car pulled past the gate and
into the courtyard. It would hold perhaps 30 students when full.
The building was old and slightly forbidding. Lori shivered
slightly as her mom and dad pulled up to the door. The three of
them went inside and were quickly ushered into the office of the
principal. Mr. Walson's office was very large. It had two
leather chairs in front of his desk and Lori's parents sat down
in them leaving her to stand submissively between them. They
were not to wait long. Mr. Walson entered a couple of minutes
later. "Good Afternoon.", he said, "I won't keep you waiting
long. Simply sign these release forms turning Lori over to our
care for three weeks and allowing us to discipline her as we see
fit. Lori's felt her heart racing. Her palms were moist and she
was sure that everyone could see her trembling. A few short
minutes later it was done. Lori was now officially in the care
of this strange institution. "We'll see you in three weeks,
Honey", said her mom. Lori quickly kissed her mom and dad good-
bye . "Wait here Lori while I see your parents out.", said Mr.
Walson. When he returned he accompanied by an older woman. She
was a matronly type with dark hair streaked with grey. She had a
no-nonsense look about her and her piercing gaze made Lori
immediately bow her head to look at the floor. "This is Miss
Paltir.", said the principal, "You will be in her charge while
you are here." "Follow me Lori.", said the woman and Lori
dutifully followed her upstairs into a large tiled bathroom. The
room was overlarge and more than a little foreboding. Lori took
a moment to look around. There was a counter and sink off to the
left and some cabinets on the far side. Commanding the center of
the room was an old fashioned bathtub. Off to the right was a
doctor's examining table. The sight of the metal stirrups made
Lori shiver again. Miss Paltir now turned around and Lori looked
up to see that what she had been doing was setting up a video
camera! Lori's eyes widened as Miss Paltir approached her.
"Your entire stay here will be recorded.", she said, "Now, I am
going to prepare you. come over here." Lori moved over beside
her and, as instructed, stood up on a small platform about one
foot high beside the bathtub. "Remove your shoes.", said Miss
Paltir. Lori did so now feeling the cool feel of the platform
against her bare feet. "Now the dress.", said the stern woman.
Lori pulled the cotton sundress off over her head leaving her in
only her white cotton panties. Her hands went naturally to cover
her breasts but Miss Paltir wouldn't permit it. "No, keep those
hands down.", she said. A deep blush hit Lori's face as she
lowered her hands. Her pert teenage breasts were now on display
for this strange woman. Despite herself she could feel her long
brown nipples getting hard. Miss Paltir staring right at them
and Lori could see her smile slightly as she watched them
stiffen. "Place your hands behind your head young lady.", she
said and reluctantly Lori did so. The older woman now reached
over to grasp the waistband of the young girl's panties. Very
slowly, she pulled on them removing her last defense. Lori's
smooth white bottom and tan line were revealed and then her
triangle of brown hair was uncovered. A moment later, Lori was
naked. Lori was mortified as the video camera continued to
impassionately record her ordeal. "Turn around Lori.", said Miss
Paltir. Lori obediently turned full circle allowing Miss Paltir
to further examine her now naked body. When her bottom came into
view, Miss Paltir instructed her to pause for a moment. Lori
felt the cool hands of the older woman stroking her buttocks.
"Mmmm perfect for a spanking.", she murmured to herself. Then,
to Lori's horror, her buttocks were spread wide apart by the
woman thus exposing her most intimate opening. A moment later,
Lori was instructed to continue to turn around until she was
facing Miss Paltir again. Lori's hands were still behind her
head, submissively offering herself to the woman. Leaving Lori
in this position, Miss Paltir now drew a hot bath and filled the
tub with bubbles. When the tub was full, Lori was told to get in
it. She was not to be permitted to touch herself, she was told.
Miss Paltir began to wash her, paying particular attention to her
sensitive 34B breasts and between her legs. Lori couldn't stifle
a moan as Miss Paltir's soaping hands lingered over her pussy.
When she was finished and had been dried in a huge bath towel,
she was led over to the doctor's examining table. Her heart
began to race faster as they approached. "Up on the table
Lori.", she was told. Slowly, she got up on the table and lay on
her back feeling the paper crinkle under her. Her feet were put
into the cold stirrups and fastened there with cloth straps.
Then the stirrups were adjusted far apart to completely expose
her. Straps were attached to her wrists and these were pulled
above her head and clipped to the top of the table. Lori was
left like this, completely helpless and totally exposed. She
started to tremble with the anticipation of what might happen
next. She was getting more and more turned on and she knew that
her pussy was soaking wet by now. As though reading her mind,
Miss Paltir looked down and said, "You're going to get an enema
young lady. Have you ever had one before?" "Yes Miss.", said
Lori in a meek little girl voice. Miss Paltir moved down now
between Lori's outstretched legs. Lori felt her long cool
fingers touching her there. Her sensitive inner lips were pulled
apart to show the hot, wet interior. Then they were pulled back
to expose her hard little clit. When Miss Paltir touched it,
Lori's hips jumped and she moaned softly. Again Miss Paltir
smiled. Lori now watched as she took a tube of lubricant and
applied a liberal amount of it to her finger. She shuddered
thinking about what was about to happen to her. As Miss Paltir
approached her again, Lori turned her head aside, not daring to
look. The cool touch of the lubricated finger on her anus caused
her to clench her pale buttocks but the stirrups kept her open
and vulnerable to the ministrations of her mistress. The long
slender finger slid slowly but firmly into Lori's hot bottom.
Lori let out a moan as the finger buried itself to the hilt in
her sensitive ass. Nor was Miss Paltir content to let her finger
lie idle. It started moving in and out, slowly building a steady
rhythm as Lori's hips started moving up and down of their own
accord. The finger slowly withdrew leaving Lori now breathing
heavily. The next sensation was the feel of the enema nozzle as
it slid slowly, but deeply into her. The warm rush of water
followed immediately after. It seemed to continue for a long,
long time. Lori felt her stomach getting tighter and tighter as
the water filled her. It was soon complete. As the enema nozzle
was removed, Miss Paltir quickly replaced it with a butt plug.
"Mmmppff", said Lori. She had never had such a device in her
before. It was about 4 inches long and thinner in the middle
than at the end. When it was inserted into her, it took her
breath away as her anus was stretched over the unyielding
plastic. Then her ass clenched over the thinner part of it and it
was in. Miss Paltir looked up at her. Lori's face was flushed
and she was breathing in short ragged breaths. "I'll be back in
a few minutes.", she said, "You need time to leave the water in."
She left the room quickly leaving Lori still attached to the
table. Lori was helpless and particularly vulnerable. She felt
a dire need to go to the bathroom but the butt plug prevented it.
The butt plug itself was holding her ass open but tight. It was
the most unique feeling she had ever encountered and she moaned
out loud as she pulled at her bonds. Every second seemed like an
eternity as she waited for Miss Paltir to return. In reality it
was only 5 minutes or so but it seemed to Lori to have lasted
forever. When she returned Lori had expected that she would be
immediately released but it was not to be so. Miss Paltir again
positioned herself between Lori's outstretched legs. Lori looked
down to see her begin to remove Lori's brown patch of pussy hair
with a razor. "Oh no... Please don't.", she whimpered, pleading.
Her cries fell on deaf ears as Miss Paltir quickly and expertly
removed all of her pubic hair thus leaving her more exposed than
ever. The constant touching of Lori's pussy kept her on the
verge of orgasm but the experienced woman would not allow it.
Soon it was done. Miss Paltir loosened her bonds and led her
over to the toilet and had her sit down before reaching between
her legs to pull out the butt plug. Lori was embarrassed but
relieved as it was removed. She was not left by herself however.
Miss Paltir stayed there, watching everything as did the ever
present video camera. Lori had never been so humiliated. She
was soon cleaned up and Miss Paltir finally decided that she was
"ready". Lori wasn't sure for what. Leather cuffs were attached
to her wrists and ankles and another thinner one around her neck
as a collar. She was told that they would remain on for her
entire stay to remind her of her status. She was given a thin
cotton robe to wear. It was not much more substantial than a
hospital gown. It came down to just below her buttocks and as
she looked down she could see that her brown nipples were clearly
visible through the thin fabric. She was not permitted any
underwear or even shoes. Her hands were fastened behind her back
and she was then led out of the bathroom and back downstairs to
the study. The study or library was an interesting room. It was
filled with leather chairs and opulent surroundings. In the
center of the room was what looked like a vaulting horse from
school. Lori suspected that's its use here was probably very
different. Over to one side was the ever present video camera.
As she was led into the room, she saw Mr. Walson again. He was
sitting in a comfortable leather chair as she approached. He
looked her up and down carefully. Lori's face was stilled
flushed from the constant stimulation she had had over the last
hour. Her pussy was, she knew still moist and hot. She was
embarrassed to be on display like this in front of a stranger and
she found herself unable to look Mr. Walson in the eye. "Remove
the gown.", he said suddenly in a deep and stern voice. Lori
felt a stab of fear strike her stomach. Miss Paltir reached over
and undid her wrists and then in one quick motion pulled the robe
over her head leaving her again completely naked. Her hands were
once again fastened behind her leaving her now naked and exposed
in front of Mr. Walson. Her shaved pussy was now being seen for
the first time and her hot pussy juices were clearly visible on
the protruding lips. "Have her over the bench, if you please
Miss Paltir", said the principal. Lori felt herself being pulled
over the leather vault. Her bare belly and breasts pressed down
hard on the cool leather. Her wrists and ankles were stretched
out taught and attached to convenient clips in the legs of the
vault. Her ankles were pulled apart and once again she blushed
as she was exposed to Mr. Walson and the camera. She felt the
rough fingers of Mr. Walson at her rear and a moment later one
was sliding into her bottom, covered in lubricant. Lori's toes
curled as the finger worked its way into her. It was soon
removed and replaced by a larger plastic intruder. It felt just
like the butt plug that had recently filled her behind. This one
was, however, different. Mr. Walson reached down and turned it
on. The rectal plug began to vibrate, sending incredible
sensations up into Lori's already oversensitive body. Lori cried
out at the feeling. She looked behind her and saw that Mr.
Walson was holding a leather crop. Lori closed her eyes at the
sight. The sound of the crop whistling through the air came just
before the searing pain of it on her behind. The strokes were
quick and hard and it only took a couple before tears were
streaming down Lori's face. She opened her eyes and saw Miss
Paltir right beside her stroking her face. Behind her Mr. Walson
was stroking her bottom. The sensations were overwhelming. The
vibrating plug in her anus, the hot stinging sensation in her
buttocks and Miss Paltir who now reached over to begin tugging at
Lori's long, aching nipples. Behind her Mr. Walson inserted two
fingers deep into her pussy as he began toying with the anal
vibrator. It was too much. Lori's whole body tightened and she
cried out loud as her orgasm started from the tips of her toes
and raced through her. Her pussy was on fire and she could feel
herself bucking against the bonds as she came. Her ass clenched
on the vibrator and her pussy tightened on the penetrating
fingers as she came again and then again in the most intense
sensation she had ever encountered in her sixteen years. As she
calmed down, she began wondering if it would be like this for the
entire three weeks!
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