My Master has permitted me to relate our story to you through this friend we both trust. I hope hearing our story makes you as sexually hot as living it does for us. We love our lives, but if Bondage offends you, please go no further. -- Kimberly
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Kimberly Washington was upset. She was in a terrible state, she was desperate. She was in real danger of losing her straight-A average and losing her chance of going to a terrific University.
Kimberly knew it was her own fault. She'd been partying way too much in the last year. Since she turned 18 and started attracting attention, her schoolwork had slacked off. She'd been out with her friends night after night, her parents attempts to rein her in totally unsuccessful.
Part of that was her discovery of sex. From the first time a big, hard, throbbing cock had slipped into her body, Kim had gone wild for it. She knew she was getting a bit of a reputation, but the pretty brunette didn't care. She had fucked football players, the school President, a couple of college guys and enjoyed all of them. Cocks felt so great in her hot, horny cunt.
Kimberly was also enjoying showing off her newly-hot body. She had begun working out late last year and lost weight, her tits were firm and big. She had always been tall, nearly 5'11" and in heels, towered over many of her dates. She liked wearing heels, it made her legs look sleek and sexy.
Kim had also started growing her raven hair long and it hung, curly and shiny, nearly down to her ass. One of her best girlfriends had shown her how to apply makeup and she always wore it to accentuate her aqua eyes.
In all the insanity, Kim had neglected her schoolwork. She wanted to get into a good University and work in Corporate Finance. Her Maths homework had taken the worst hit and now she was going to beg Mr. Berkley for some help.
Mr. Berkley was considered one of the biggest nerds on the staff, but he seemed to be a nice guy. He dressed in these hideous glasses and butt-ugly sweaters. His pants were baggy and ill-fitting, he was the true "Poindexter". His hair was always askew.
She walked into the classroom and he looked up. "Hello Kimberly. What can I do for you?"
She smiled, showing off dazzling, perfect white teeth. "Hello Mr. Berkley. I've been having such horrible time with my Math and I could use some help. Calculus and Trig mostly, but a lot of the other stuff too. I was wondering if you knew anyone who could tutor me to help get my grades up?"
He smiled at her and almost looked normal. "As a matter of fact, I tutor on the side. I don't charge a lot, but I demand hard work and promptness. I know you like to go out in the evenings, would that be a problem?"
Kimberly flashed that smile again. "I'd do ANYTHING to get my grades up. Could you please help me sir?"
"I'd be happy to Kim. Can you start this evening?"
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Kim showed up at her teacher's home at 8:01, only one minute late. She had rushed through dinner, she wanted to make a good first impression. She rang the bell and waited at the door.
The door opened and at first, she didn't recognize Mr. Berkley. His hair was neatly combed now and he didn't have on the thick glasses or the messy sweater. His face wasn't smiling.
"You're late."
"Only one minute. Sorry."
"One minute is still late. Come in, please."
His home was not at all what she would have expected. It was neat, spacious and well-lit. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked her.
"Some juice, if you have it."
They sat at the kitchen table and got right at it. He was a superb tutor, a lot of concepts she'd been unable to grasp were coming clearer by the minute. Once an hour was up, he stood up and left the table.
"We haven't discussed your method of payment."
She flushed, she hadn't. She didn't have a lot of money, but she thought a cute girl could likely get far by being kind to him and spending some money. "Can we work something out?" she said in a soft voice.
"Yes. I think so. But what are you willing to sacrifice to gain admission to a good school Kimberley?"
"I will come over every night, I will work hard. I want this sir, I really do!"
"That isn't what I meant!" He grabbed her arm and looked at her intensely, staring into her aqua eyes. "What are you, Kimberly, willing to sacrifice personally?"
She was a bit fearful. "Sir, you're hurting me. I would give anything to get better grades. Anything!"
He smiled and she felt her fears fade. "Good. You may have to. Come with me."
Kimberly obeyed, not really understanding why. The pretty teenager followed Mr. Berkley into the basement. When she saw what was down there, her eyes widened in shock.
On the wall were restraints and handcuffs. There were a few whips, a Cat O' Nine tails. He had a large collection of dildos and sex toys, paddles. It was like a dungeon. She felt her fears returning and turned to look into his wild, expressive eyes.
"You said you would do anything. For the duration of your tutorial, you will be my Sex Slave. Do we have a deal?"
She was terrified, yet there was a small part of her that was intrigued. Besides, he was such a little nerd, she could probably overpower him. "Yes," she found herself saying.
"Excellent" Mr. Berkley said. "Next time, it will be Yes, Master. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Go over to the bed."
Her pulse quickened, but Kimberly did as she was told. She stood before him, her body firm and youthful, tits large and firm, body sensual and warm. He looked admiringly at her body. "This is mine, do you understand? No one else is to have you, unless I say so. Do you understand?"
She looked at him, re-considering for a second. No other lovers? But she wanted those grades. "Yes," Kimberly said.
"Yes, WHAT?" he glared.
"Yes, Master."
"Better. Now come over here and undress me."
