There were only four more hours before she was off work.  Holly twisted in her chair and looked at the clock.  The tingling pain in her bottom from the spanking Turk had given her made her horny and concentrating on work was almost impossible.  Every time she thought of going to see Turk again, chills ran up and down her spine.  She wanted to masturbate, but something kept her from it.  She should tell him to go fuck himself, but instead she counted the minutes until she would be at Turk's apartment.  The curiosity was killing her.   

After work was finally over, Holly rushed home to grab a quick snack and then headed out the door to see Turk.  He had told her to be there, and that was all.  She wondered what else would happen once she arrived.  She was shaking from head to toe.

She climbed from the cab and stared up at Turk's apartment building.  His apartment was on the second floor.  She pushed the outside button to ring his apartment so that she could be let into the building.  Turk answered.  “Who is it?”

“H-holly.”  She wished she wasn't stammering so much.    

The outside door clicked and she quickly went inside the building and up the stairs to Turk's apartment.  Her hands were shaking.  She wanted to knock, but she couldn't seem to do it.  Turk saved her the trouble by opening the door and motioning for her to enter with a big sweep of his arm.  Once she was inside, he took her coat and purse and hung them on his coat rack.  “I'm glad you decided to come.”  

Holly's mouth was dry.  “I-I don't know why I did.”

Turk smiled.  “Yes you do.”  He noticed she was shaking and he held her by the shoulders and gently looked into her eyes. “It's OK,” he said.  “You'll find out soon enough what this is all about.”  

Holly tried to speak, she was usually rather talkative when she was nervous, but her mouth was dry.  “May I have some water?”

Turk let go of her arms and walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator.  He took out some bottled water and came back and handed it to her.  “I'm glad you are here Holly.”  

Again she wanted to say something, but she couldn't find the words.  

Turk had enough self-confidence for both of them.  “While you are here I am in charge.  I need you to agree to this.”

Holly nodded.  

“I need to hear you say it.” 

“You are in charge,” Holly said.  She never imagined herself saying those words until now.  

“You can leave anytime you want, but you can never come back if you choose to leave.”  Turk said.  “While we are together, I am always in charge and you will do what I want.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Holly could hardly believe she was agreeing readily.  She was in charge of her life.  She was going to be an attorney for Christ sakes.  She was always in control and now she was standing before Turk and agreeing that he could be in charge.    

“The rules are very simple,” Turk said.  “I am in charge.  You will do as I say no matter what.  If you are uncomfortable at any time then you can say the word 'yellow'.  If you ever say the word 'red' I will stop and our relationship will end.  Say that back to me so I know you understand.”   

Holly wasn't sure she wanted to say that.  He waited for her to respond.  

“The door is behind you if you want to leave.”  Turk was very matter of fact, and there was no emotion in his voice.

“You are in charge,” Holly said.  

“Say it like you mean it.”  Turk said.  

“You are in charge of me.”  This time Holly tried harder to sound convincing.  “If I say 'yellow' it means I don't like what is happening.  If I say 'red' our relationship is over.”  

Turk nodded.  “You are here of your own free will.  I refuse to force you to be here.  You consent to my  control.  Say it.”  

“I am here of my own free will and I consent to you being in control of me.”  Holly wondered if this were a dream.  

Turk stepped back.  “From now on when you enter my apartment the first thing you will do is strip naked.  You will fold your clothing neatly and put them in the closet in this box.  When you leave you will put your clothing back on.”  

No one had ever made Holly strip naked in front of them before.  Even in gym class while growing up she hated to let others see her naked body while getting in the showers.  She hesitated.  Turk stood waiting for her to take her clothes off.  She didn't even know him, what if he raped her?  What if he didn't rape her?  She slowly pulled her sweater over her head and revealed her small bra beneath her clothing.  She slowly undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor.  She folded her clothes and put them in the box in the closet as he had instructed.  She stood before him in her bra and panties.  Her panties were damp because of how aroused she was.  There was part of her that wanted to grab her clothes and put them back on.  Maybe she should leave.  She slowly reached behind her back and undid her bra, quickly taking it off.  She bent down and slipped out of her panties.  She stood sideways as she put her underwear in the closet and when she turned around she was hunched over and using her arms to cover her naked body.  

Turk enjoyed her modesty, but he didn't want her to know that.  He stood looking at her and noticed that she was wearing makeup.  He didn't like that, but he would deal with that later.  He reached out towards her and grasped her stiff arms, pulling them away from her body.  He ran his hands along her shoulders, and then he briefly cupped her breasts and ran his hands all the way down her waist.  He could tell she was wet.  He could smell her scent.  It was sweet and seemed almost virginal to him.  He wanted her, but he knew from experience that these things had to be done slowly.  “Put your hands on your hips and stand up straight so that your breasts stand out.”  

Holly hated this, or did she?  She placed her hands on her hips as instructed.  Turk lifted her chin and commanded her to look straight ahead.  “Be proud of your body.”  

Holly looked straight ahead, even though her first impulse was to shrink.  Turk nodded.  “That's more like it.”  

“Stand there and think of how beautiful your body is.  Your body is now mine.”  Turk said.  He made her stand there for at least fifteen long minutes while he stared at her intently and slowly circled in front and behind her.  “I wouldn't have you in my apartment if I didn't think you were a beautiful woman.  You remember that.”  

Holly lacked self-esteem.  This was why she always thought her friend Heather was more beautiful than she was.  She was always the less attractive one and she knew her body was flawed.  She could be awkward at times and her face was not naturally beautiful.  She grew restless and suddenly she dropped her hands and covered herself.  “I can't stand this,” she said.  Tears were forming in her eyes.   

Turk firmly removed her arms placed them back in position on her hips.  He straightened her body.  “You will learn to do as I say,” he said.  “I did not say you could move your arms.  You didn't even ask if you could move your arms.”  

Holly closed her eyes.  “May I move my arms?”  

“A lady addresses a gentleman as 'sir'.”    

“May I move my arms sir?”  Holly blurted as the tears began to sting her eyes.  She felt like he was looking into her soul.  

“You may put your arms down to your sides, but you may not cover yourself.”  Turk said.  

Holly dropped her arms to her sides and she was frustrated when she felt a tear fall down her face.  Why was she crying?  She didn't want to cry.    

Turk told her to kneel and she did.  The floor was hard.  He knelt down in front of her and made eye contact with her.  “I'm going to teach you how to position yourself while waiting for me to tell you what to do.”  

Holly felt the warmth of his body as he moved behind her and gently pulled her back into a sitting position on the back of her legs with her feet tucked beneath her.  She felt comfortable this way.  He ran his hand up her back and pushed her head down.  “Look at the floor,” he said.  Once he had her in position he stood up and walked around her several times.  “This is the way you will always present yourself to me.  You will come to my apartment every night after work and you will strip off your clothing.  Then you will sit like this and wait for me to acknowledge you.  Do you understand?”

Holly nodded.  

“Say it,” Turk said. 

He was definitely pushing her.  She wasn't used to doing anything close to this.  She knew the door was behind her, but she wasn't ready to leave.  Her mouth was dry again.  “I am to sit like this every night when I come to your apartment and wait for you to acknowledge me.”  

Turk nodded.  “You're catching on.”  

Turk pulled her to her feet and led her to the bathroom.  He handed her a wash cloth and some soap.  “You will never show up at my apartment wearing makeup unless I tell you to, do you understand?”  

Holly was flabbergasted.  “Why?”

Turk handed her the soap.  “Those are the rules.”  

Holly slowly scrubbed her face and removed the makeup she was wearing.  He inspected her and when she met his approval he led her into the bedroom.  “Did you masturbate after you left here yesterday?”

Now he was asking her a question that she hoped he would be pleased with.  “No sir,” she said.  

Turk looked into her eyes.  “Are you lying?”

Holly shook her head.  “No sir.”  

Turk nodded.  “You will be rewarded for your obedience and not masturbating, but first there will be some punishment for you moving your arms before I gave you permission.”  

Punishment?  Was he going to spank her again?  Turk placed her naked body next to the bed.  He made her straighten her legs and place her hands flat on the bed with her palms open and face down.  She was told to look straight ahead and not move.  She heard him unbuckle his belt.  Maybe he was going to rape her, or maybe...  Holly closed her eyes.  “Punishment is always given when you displease me.  Now hold still while I punish you.”  He stood back and raised his belt, whipping it across her bare buttocks with a motion he had perfected.   

Holly cried out.  “Oh my God,” she said.  She wiggled and twisted in agony.  

“Stay still,” he said.  “No more talking.”    

Holly couldn't stay still, was he insane?  The sting of the belt hurt like crazy.  She continued to twist and then she reached behind her to feel the welt.  She was sobbing.    

“I was only going to whip twice,” Turk said.  “You are refusing to hold still.  You will learn to hold still or you will always get more.  Now get back into position.”  

Holly wondering if she should leave.  She didn't need this sort of treatment.  This was terrible.  Turk placed his hand on her back to encourage her since he could tell she was wavering.  “Do it Holly.”  His words pushed her to endure.  She stood up straight.  Turk used his belt to whip her four more times.  Each time he had to remind her to stay still.  “You'll learn,” he said.   

Finally he put the belt on the chair next to the bed and he began to take his clothes off.  He stripped down to his underwear and Holly watched out of the corner of her eyes since she was still bending over the bed and told not to move.  She continued to cry from the sting of his belt.    

Turk pulled four bundles of rope out of his drawer and expertly bound each of her wrists with two of the ropes, and then he bound each of her ankles with the other two.  Holly watched him in silence.  Her bottom was still stinging.  She hated the pain, and yet at the same time she liked it.  

Turk instructed her to lay on the bed face up.  He climbed on the bed and tied both of her wrists to the head of the bed, tight enough that she was secure.  Her heart was beating fast.  “You will soon have your reward.” he raised his eyebrows.   

She lay there face up as Turk took the ropes tied around her ankles and tied them around her legs and then to the same posts her hands were tied to.  Her knees were up and her legs fell open so that she was fully exposed.  She watched Turk strip off his tee shirt and underwear, revealing his large rigid cock.    

Turk took his thumb and finger and grabbed her nipple and pinched them.  “Who do you belong to Holly?”

“Owww, owww, you sir,” Holly said.  “I belong to you.”  

“Don't ever forget that.”  

“Yes sir,” Holly said.  

Turk twisted her nipple harder and she screamed in agony.  “Now, here is your reward for not masturbating Holly.”  Turk climbed on top of her and entered her with his large cock.  He pushed into her small wet opening making her sting from the size of his cock.  He didn't thrust at first, instead he pushed his entire cock all the way in and slowly withdrew it a few times.  It hurt, but Holly was wet.  He looked down at her with an intense expression and then he thrust in and out harder and faster.  He was perfect in his rhythm and strokes, matching the movements of her body.  Holly climaxed, feeling waves of ecstasy wash over her and feeling of instant relief.  Turk smiled a little and stopped to watch her face contort, and then he began again.  The friction of his rigid cock mounted as he fucked her hard and fast until Holly was ready to climax again.  She let go, and this time Turk continued to fuck her as she climaxed.  She had never felt this good in her life.  She was surprised when Turk suddenly pulled out of her without warning.   

“Are you going to finish?”  

“Since you are new to this Holly, I will indulge you.  You need to stop asking questions.  I ask the questions.  I will come when I am ready to come and when I want to come.  You will stay tied up here for a while and I will be back in a bit.”  He left.       

Holly lay bound to the bed and fully exposed with her knees thrust up in the air and her private parts completely exposed.  Her juices ran down her crevices and cooled off as they dripped onto the bed.  She waited patiently for his return.  Her legs were cramping.  Finally Turk came back.  He was fully clothed.  He sat on the bed and removed the ropes.  He gave her some tea to drink and she sat next to him and drank it.  

“Why didn't you finish?”  She asked.  

“No more questions.  I don't want to punish you again.”  

Holly didn't want to be punished again either.  The red stripes on her bottom still hurt and they were enough to remind her that she didn't want more.  

“Tomorrow I have to work late, so you will come the following night.  You will not masturbate, do you understand?”

Holly was disappointed about the masturbation because even though she had just cum twice she was still horny.  “Yes sir.”    

Kirk wrapped her in a blanket and sat her on his lap.  “Don't forget that you belong to me.”  He whispered in her ear.  “Now get dressed and go home.”  

Holly put her clothes on and left.  She felt lightheaded and happy.  It was a feeling she had never felt before.  When she got home and looked at her welts in the mirror she realized how aroused she was.  Every time she thought of what Turk had done to her, the way he made her stand naked in front of him and submit to him, she wanted to masturbate.  Maybe she should just masturbate, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt anything.  She couldn't help herself, she masturbated nearly all night long, and she knew she would masturbate the next day as well.  He was asking too much of her, she couldn't help herself.  

 

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