MasterPC Ch. 03

MasterPC 3: Heather's Penance

After his incident at the sorority house, David spent the next day in meetings, making money, schmoozing the client, doing what he was paid to do.

When he returned to his room and checked his mail he discovered a new message in his Gmail box. It was from Heather.

"This is a surprise. I wonder what she wants."

He opened the message.

Dear David:

I'm sorry for what my sorority sisters and I did yesterday. We had a big meeting after they came home from the beer run and found me tied to the bed and you gone. We were all pretty scared. What if you'd been some violent sex murderer or something? We were stupid. I want you to know it won't happen again. I'm taking down my AFF account, and so is Summer. We were the only two on there.

I hope you can forgive us for what we did. We didn't mean any real harm and we never intended to hurt anyone. You made us see that actions have consequences.

I would really like to make this up to you in some way. Could I come to your hotel room tonight and show you how sorry I am? I'd completely understand if you didn't ever want to see me again.

Heather

"So she wants to make it up to me and that involves visiting my hotel room. Well, I wouldn't need to be a genius to see what's going on here," David said. "What the hell." David clicked on reply.

Dear Heather,

I'm at the Hilton Garden Inn, room 715. Be here by 8:00 p.m. or don't bother coming. You need a key card to get to this level. When you arrive, call my room on the house phone in the lobby and I'll come and get you.

David

He clicked send.

"There. That oughta do it."

Fast forward a couple of hours...

The phone rang.

David looked at his watch. Eight on the dot. "Good girl, Heather," David murmured.

"Hello?"

"David? It's Heather. I'm downstairs."

Her voice sounded a bit shaky, David thought. "She's scared. Good grief – am I a monster?" David thought.

"I'll be right down."

He hung up the phone without saying anything else, grabbed his room key, and walked down the hall to the elevator. Moments later, he was in the lobby, and there was Heather, wearing a long coat and penny loafers.

"Hello, Heather."

"Hi David," Heather said, quietly, her head down.

David put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up so that she had to look him in the eye.

"What's going on? What's all this about?"

"Please, David, can we go to your room and talk?"

"All right, but when we get there, I want some sort of explanation," David said.

They did not speak again until the door closed behind them and they were alone in David's room. Heather went in first and stood next to the desk, her coat still on, her head down.

"Well Heather, you asked for this meeting, so I guess you have the floor. What's on your mind?"

Heather stood mute. David waited, thinking of the old sales adage: "he who speaks first loses."

David stood just inside the door, his arms folded across his chest, implacable as death. This went on for what seemed like a long time but in reality was only about a minute. Heather finally let out a long sigh, having apparently reached a decision or overcome some inner conflict.

"I want you to take me and use me like a slut. Bang me like a whore. Fuck me in every hole. I want you to use me like your own personal fuck toy; a piece of meat. I want you to tie me down and bang me like a drum."

Heather said all of this in a rush of words like she was tearing off a verbal band aid. She was looking at her feet.

"I see. What's under the coat, Heather?"

Heather shrugged and the long wool coat fell from her shoulders. Underneath she was wearing an outfit that must have come from the porno central wardrobe – a white blouse with a plaid skirt, white knee socks, and the aforementioned loafers. It was the cliché "schoolgirl" costume. She was obviously not wearing a bra. David had to fight the urge to laugh. She was trying so hard. He almost felt bad for her. Almost.

"If this is supposed to make up for what happened last night and that's all it is, then you can put the coat back on and leave right now because I'm not interested. Having sex with someone who's doing it as a duty or out of obligation is repugnant to me. Is that what this is Heather?"

"Last night, when you turned the tables and had me helpless, it was the most turned on I've ever been in my life. I've never felt that way before. I want to feel that way again. That's why I'm here. Yes, I feel bad about what happened, but I wouldn't have had to come here to let you know how sorry I was."

"Your e-mail made that pretty clear, yes."

"So this is different. You flipped a switch somewhere that left an itch that I can't scratch. And I desperately want it scratched. Please...just take me."

"Can you follow instructions, exactly, without foolish objections or stupid questions?"

"Yes, sir."

"Don't call me sir. I work for a living." David paused, thinking. "For tonight, call me Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy," Heather said, quietly, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly in the barest hint of a smile. Her whole body shook as she said those words. David knew he'd struck a nerve with his wild guess.

"Go into the bathroom and do not come out until I tell you to."

"Yes, Daddy," Heather said. She walked into the bathroom and David shut the door after her. Then he went to the desk and opened up the MasterPC program.

"If I'm going to do this, I'm going to make sure no one gets hurt," he murmured as he typed Heather's name into the software and watched her image, complete with the slutty schoolgirl costume, slowly rotate on his screen.

While David didn't do anything to Heather's mind, he did make some changes to her body. He wanted to make sure he could fuck her as hard as he wanted for as long as he wanted without doing any damage. He wanted to be able to give her what she came for without her suffering any physical consequences and he wanted her to be able to enjoy it as much as he would. Oh she'd probably be sore for a few days and would certainly walk funny when she left the hotel room, but she would recover quickly and there would be no permanent damage. He also tweaked her nervous system just a smidgeon to give her a few more pleasure receptors in key areas, and, because he had a serious clitoral fetish, he gave her a bigger one. He clicked send and then closed the program.

"Heather. Come here."

"Yes, Daddy," came the voice muffled by the bathroom door. The door opened and she came out, her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes on the floor at her feet. Her face was pink with excitement – a pink flush that went down her neck to her chest. It was fairly obvious that she was in a high state of arousal – the nipples making little tents in the white cotton blouse were a dead giveaway. She walked over to where David was sitting at the desk and stopped in front of him.

"Put your coat on. We need some supplies."

"Yes, Daddy."

10 minutes later they were in Heather's car in the parking lot of the local big box discount store. They hadn't spoken since leaving the hotel room. David wanted her to wonder what they were doing at the local 'Mart.

David opened his wallet and removed ten twenty dollar bills. He gave them to Heather.

"Take this money. I want you to buy the following items: 1 package of wooden clothes pins; one hundred feet of cotton clothes line; two large candles; and a large bottle of personal lubricant – get H20JO. Get a large massager – Hitatchi if they have one – and an extension cord. Did you give yourself an enema before you came to the hotel? (she shook her head yes) Good. OK, leave the coat here. Do not use the self check out."

Heather stared at him, her eyes wide. David could tell that she wanted to question him. She stopped herself.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered. Then she left the car.

Thirty minutes later she was back, shivering in the cool night air, carrying a pair of plastic bags with her purchases. She got into the car and handed David the bags and his change without being asked.

"Good girl."

"Thank you Daddy."

David opened the bags and looked inside. She had gotten everything that he had asked for.

"Excellent. Drive us back to the hotel."

"Yes, Daddy."

David let Heather put her coat back on for the walk through the lobby. He carried the bags, except that he made Heather carry the massager (in its package) openly. The clothesline was peeking out of the top of one of the bags that David was carrying. The lobby was empty except for the desk clerk. She watched them come in, did a double take, and then stared open mouthed as they strolled through the lobby. David gave her his most charming smile, the one that made most women weak at the knees. She blushed crimson.

"From here on, Heather, do not speak unless you are given permission. Open your coat."

Heather opened her coat. They walked into the elevator, which was also empty.

"Keep your arms at your sides."

David lifted the front of Heather's skirt. As he expected, there was a pair of white cotton panties underneath with a large dark stain on the crotch. David slipped two fingers inside the leg band of the panties and probed the swampy slit covered by the now translucent cotton. Heather shook and moaned.

"You really are a slut, aren't you, Heather? You are permitted to answer direct questions."

"Yes, Daddy."

"What are you?"

"A slut, Daddy."

"That's right. And we're about to find out just how much of a slut you are."

David withdrew his fingers and then placed them at Heather's lips.

"Suck."

She opened her mouth and engulfed the pussy-juice covered digits, sucking them with relish.

"Good girl."

They had reached the 7th floor and it was only a few steps to David's door.

"Strip."

Now, a look of fear joined, but did not replace, the lust that had been in Heather's eyes since David had first seen her in the lobby an hour ago. She was about to protest. Then she closed her eyes and shook her head as if to clear it and made a decision. She handed David the massager, then slipped out of her coat. Her hands quickly unbuttoned the blouse, which she removed and handed to David. Likewise, the the skirt and panties. He stuffed these in her mouth, inside out, crotch first.

"Leave the socks and shoes on for now."

David stood there and looked at her. He looked up and down, taking in every inch of her body. She was incredibly sexy standing there in her knee socks and loafers. Her nipples were bright pink and stiff as starched linen. He turned her around so he could admire the view of her ass. Her body trembled as she stood there, in the hallway of the hotel, on display for anyone who happened to pop out of their room or the elevator. Finally, David ushered Heather down the hall and into his room. No one had seen her, but the fact that they might have nearly made Heather cum on the spot.

"Stop."

Heather stopped about five feet in front of where David stood just inside the door.

"Put your hands behind your head."

Heather complied.

David stood and looked at her. She knew he was looking. Her body was trembling with excitement. Every nerve was alive to sensation. She felt the air circulating in the room caress her skin. She felt moisture leaking from her pussy and making snail trails on her thighs. She felt goose bumps forming on her flesh.

David stood, silent, admiring the view of Heather's body from behind. As a confirmed legs/ass man, David spent most of his time in a careful examination of Heather's bottom.

"Feet apart – spread your legs," David ordered in a quietly authoritative voice.

Heather pushed her feet apart.

"Farther."

David could now see the snail trails on the inside of Heather's thighs. He smiled. He stepped up behind Heather and leaned down to whisper in her ear while he also put his right hand between her thighs to cup her sex, making her jerk with surprise.

"My, my, my...we haven't even really started yet and you're already about to explode, aren't you little slut puppy? Shake your head yes or no."

She shook her head in affirmation.

"Would you like me to make you cum, slutpuppy?"

She shook her head even more vigorously this time.

"I'll be you would. I'll bet you'd like me to toss you on the bed and just fuck your cute little brains out, wouldn't you, slutpuppy?"

"MMMMMMMMMMM..." Heather moaned as David inserted his middle finger into her boiling honey pot.

"Stay there and don't move."

David went into the bathroom and retrieved a couple of bath towels, which he arranged on the bed.

"Lay down on your back on the towels, slutpuppy."

Heather arranged herself on the towels and lay still.

David dumped the contents of their shopping bags on the other bed. He selected a package of clothesline and tore off the wrapper. From a pocket, he produced a buck knife, which he opened and set on the table between the beds. Heather stared at the knife.

David shook the clothesline loose and stepped to the head of the bed, Heather's eyes watching every move he made.

He picked up her left arm and pulled it to the side. He made several loops of rope around her wrist and tied one end of the rope in a knot that he could easily loosen whenever he wanted but which Heather would find impossible to deal with on her own. He knelt down and attached the other end of the rope to a leg of the bed, made several loops around the leg post, and tied that end off as well, cutting the excess rope and walking around to the other side of the bed to repeat the procedure with Heather's right arm.

Then, he walked back to the bathroom and retrieved a pair of hand towels which he used to cover a pillow from the other bed. He thrust the protected pillow under Heather's ass. David then pulled Heather's legs apart and affixed first one and then the other ankle to the two corners of the bed. Her body now made a sexy "X" on the bed. Her hips were artificially thrust upward by the stiff hotel pillow, putting her mons pubis on display. David stood staring at the tableau Heather created on the bed. He smiled. Heather trembled from head to toe.

He went to the desk and retrieved his camera and started taking pictures.

"Don't worry, slutpuppy, these are for my private collection. I'll send some to you, of course, in case you want to show them to someone. Although, on second thought, perhaps a little slutpuppy like you would actually LIKE to have these posted to the net. I'll put them up on Flickr. I can obscure your face – the parts of it that show above your mouth – so no one will know it's you."

Heather moaned as David snapped away with his little Sony Cybershot™. She was completely powerless and at his mercy. That she relished this situation was obvious from her physical reactions. The flesh from the top of her breasts to her hair line was flushed with excitement. Her nipples were so stiff they looked like they might explode. Her pussy lips were tumescent and covered with juice. Her body was trembling with excitement and anticipation. David knew that if he put his finger on Heather's clit right now she'd probably go right over the top into a violent orgasm.

His photo session complete for now, David turned off the camera and put it back in its case.

"Now, what shall I do with a little slut puppy like Heather?"

This was, of course, a purely rhetorical question. David knew precisely what he wanted to do, and do, and do, and do. In fact, it was all he could do to keep from stripping naked and just pounding Heather's pussy into mush. His MasterPC enhanced sense of self-discipline held, however, and he was able to hold his more primal urges at bay.

So, instead of jumping Heather's bones, as it were, he stepped to the head of the bed, removed the panty gag from Heather's mouth, tossed the sodden scrap of cotton aside, unzipped his slacks, and pulled out his cock. It was hard. It had been hard since he'd heard Heather's voice on the telephone. The large mushroom shaped head was an angry red color and a glistening drop of clear fluid was forming at the tiny little mouth that capped the head.

"Turn your head this way, slut puppy."

The command was unnecessary – Heather was already staring at the stalk of gristle that David was slowly fisting a couple of feet from her face.

"Open your mouth."

Heather's hungry mouth opened. She was panting with excitement. David knelt on the bed next to her and leaned forward, aiming his cock at Heather's facial fuck hole. He slid the head and first couple of inches of shaft into her warm, sucking, mouth and stopped. The angle was all wrong for face fucking, but that wasn't his intent. He was giving her a taste, that's all.

Heather was nursing on his dick like a starving calf. David had to admit that her lips and tongue were marvelously talented. He was enjoying her cock worship and let it go on for several minutes. Then he withdrew, his cock chased by a moan of protest from Heather.

"Do you have something you'd like to say to me, slut puppy?"

"No, Daddy."

"That's what I thought. Perhaps you wanted to suck Daddy's cock some more? Well, you'll get the chance later."

Stepping back, David put his dick back in his pants. He leaned forward and placed his hand on Heather's mound. She gasped. Her hips surged up from the bed as far as her bonds would allow. He gently massaged the top of her pubic mound and her lower belly – always with a light touch, a teasing touch.

"Do you want to cum, slutpuppy?"

"Oh, god yes, Daddy!"

"I'm sure you do, slutpuppy."

David moved his hand lower, covering Heather's sex, his fingers teasing the juice covered labial folds but carefully avoiding direct contact with her hyper sensitive clitoris. Heather whimpered. David leaned over and planted a kiss right at the top of Heather's slit. It was a light kiss, his lips just barely grazing the proud flesh. Heather shrieked.

Quickly, David picked up her soaked panties and shoved them back into Heather's mouth.

Then, with his hand gently caressing Heather's pubis, David kissed and licked his way down from her neck all the way to the top of her pussy mound. He licked the middle two fingers of his left hand and slowly slid them inside the slippery opening to Heather's sex chamber. His thumb began to gently rub Heather's clit while his fingers slid in and out of her pussy hole.

"Cum for Daddy, little slutpuppy."

Heather moaned through her gag. Her body began to jerk and twist against the bonds. Her inner muscles clamped down so hard his fingers hurt. Heather's back arched and for a moment, her body taut as a bow string. She stopped breathing. And then with a cry that was loud even through the gag, she began to cum; violently; powerfully; tearfully. Her ass bounced up and down on the pillow. Fluids shot from her pussy. She nearly swallowed the panties.

David continued to manipulate Heather's pussy as she peaked and crashed through several more orgasms staring at her face the whole time, watching, monitoring, enjoying. She returned his gaze, her eyes never leaving his except during the peaks when her eyes closed for a bit.

She moaned in protest as he removed his fingers from her honey pot. He removed her gag again.

"Suck."

She greedily sucked her juices from David's fingers. When his fingers were clean, he put the gag back in her mouth.

Next, he untied the ropes at her hands and feet.

"Roll over, slut puppy."

She complied, shakily, still trembling from the powerful emotional and physical upheaval she'd been through already. David positioned Heather so that her knees were pulled up under her. He brought her hands back and ordered her to grip her ankles. Then, he took some rope and tied her wrists and ankles together. Next, he secured her ankles to the lower corners of the bed, spreading her legs, leaving her butt pushed up and wide open to any sort of attack he might mount.