THE VIRGIN SLUT-HOLE page 1
By Twilight  

     Bill rode the subway home. It was a late night and a chill was in the air. He, however, felt very warm inside. Holding the hand bar as the subway rode along, he remembered the events that led him to tonight, returning home after a session with his Mistress.
     He had always had submissive tendencies, but had never found a woman who desired that in a man. Finally, he worked up the courage to go to a support group. The people were friendly and supportive and while he remained hopeful, he had yet to find someone. There was a holiday play party at Christmas and he went, dressing up for the occasion. He wore black spandex and a leather harness he had bought himself as a present.
     At the party he felt shy and couldn’t work up the courage to strike up a conversation. He kept to himself, quietly sipping his punch. He watched as a woman flogged a man across the room, wishing that it were he.
     Then a sultry voice whispered into his ear, “I can see you’re looking for something. Guidance perhaps? Instruction?”
     He turned and saw a beautiful woman, the sight taking his breath away. She was tall and voluptuous, wearing a black leather corset and short leather skirt. Her long black hair framed an enchanting face. Her lips moved sensuously as she spoke with intense eyes focused upon his.
     He stayed by her side the rest of the night. He confessed his submissiveness to her and his newness to the lifestyle, but he could tell she had already guessed these things. After that night she began to train him as her slave. Over the winter he went to her condo across town at the end of every week.
     He was to wear a leather cock ring during these visits. He put it on before work and wore it all day. After work he rode the subway to his Mistress. One Friday he woke up late and forgot the cock ring. The day was hectic and he didn’t remember until he was walking to the subway station. He didn’t have time to run home and get it; that would make him late for her and she did not tolerate lateness.
     He arrived and duly apologized. She punished him anyway. She placed him over her knee and gave him a thorough hairbrush spanking. After she had finished she began stroking his ass cheeks.
     “And what do we have here slave?”
     “Nothing Mistress,” Bill replied nervously.
     “Nothing? Why it looks like a slut hole to me.” Mistress ran her finger over his opening, causing him to shiver.
     “Mistress, I’ve never been touched there before.”
     “A virgin slut. Mmmm, I like that.”
     And that was all she said. She rubbed his tender ass and soon dismissed him. He wondered about her actions. She had been pleased to learn of his innocence but had done nothing beyond questioning him. All week anxiety and expectation plagued him.
     Another Friday came and he went to his Mistress as usual. She opened the door with a devilish gleam in her eye. As was expected he began to undress and knelt on the floor when fully disrobed.
     Mistress began to pace back and forth in front of him.
    “Now you promised to do anything for me. Is that true?”
     “Yes, Mistress.”
     “You promised to give anything to me. Is that true?”
     “Yes, Mistress.”
     “You swore to hide nothing from me. Every part of your essence belongs to me. Is that true?”
     “Yes, Mistress.”
     Her heels made clicking noises as she walked slowly in front of him.
     “Today I will test these promises. I want you to prove your obedience to me. Do you understand?”
     “Yes, Mistress.” Bill was shivering now. Not knowing what to expect but eager to prove himself, he waited patiently.
     She sat upon the sofa and beckoned him silently with one finger. Bill crawled across the floor and kneeled before her.
     She pulled him over her knees and began to spank him with a studded leather paddle that lie beside her. The spanking was long and sensual. The intensity slowly built until his ass was stinging and he writhed against her thighs.
     Mistress set aside the paddle and began to fondle his behind, scratching her fingers against the skin and squeezing his ass cheeks.
     “You will deny me no part of yourself will you slave?”
     “No Mistress.” Bill felt her part his ass cheeks and run a finger over his asshole.
     “Even this little slut hole, this most private part of yourself is mine isn’t it?”
     “Yes Mistress.”
     Her finger withdrew for an instant and then returned to rubbing the rim of his asshole. It was now wet and cool and slid into his tightness easily.                                                               Page 2

Twilight in New Mexico (575) 770-4575