Marvin Blake leaned back in his chair at the local bar and restaurant

tavern of Dayton Ohio and observed the latest of a collection of bimbos to

enter the room. Being a man of great wealth and fortune, Marvin had the

ability to travel the world extensively and exploit many women in the

process. He chuckled to himself at the thought of the record he was

setting in failed and broken marriages and short-term relationships. His

mandate was simple: seduce, perhaps marry, exploit, then leave (or in some

cases be left). Money was his source of power and influence over the

hapless blondes that he met across the world. And there was no shortage of

these types of clueless broads that fell in love and were easily seduced

into his clutches through wealth and money.

Secretly, Mr. Blake was one of the worst perverts a woman could meet.

Though, thanks to years of experience, he was careful not to expose the

dark side of his sexual desires to them - at least not until they were

completely in love with him or fully seduced by his wealth and power. Mr.

Blake loved blondes - especially the type that were not too bright and a bit

on the ditzy side. These were the types that craved lots of attention from

the opposite sex. Specifically, he aimed for the types that were

materialistic in nature - women who based their self worth on how much

jewelry they owned and what type of house and car they had access to. For

Mr. Blake, these women were much more easier to manipulate and seduce into

a relationship - and ultimately his sick and perverted sex games shortly

thereafter.

The blonde cunt he was now observing fit this mold perfectly from a

distance. She had entered the bar with two of her girlfriends. Her

fingers had plenty of cheap gold rings and her wrists were adorned with

semi-lavish jewelry from various ex-boyfriends who wanted to get in her

pants. Judging from her stunning figure and beautiful features, Mr. Blake

could see why. He could tell by the way this slut was knocking down drink

after drink she had obviously turned 21 recently. She was stunningly

gorgeous with long platinum blonde hair that reached down past her slender

shoulders. She was wearing a tight revealing red top that accentuated her

massive breasts. Mr. Blake couldn't quite tell if they were fake or not,

though it didn't really matter to him. Whatever it took for a girl to look

sexy for a man was good enough for him. Her makeup and eyeliner were

heavily applied giving her the appearance of a low class tramp. She was

exactly the type that Mr. Blake preferred.

Obviously this young tart didn't know what high class was. Her whole

appearance was a contradiction in and of itself. On the one hand she was

wearing expensive high-class jewelry revealing her innate desire to appear

wealthy. On the other hand, Mr. Blake could see that she came from a low

class background and poor upbringing because she obviously didn't know how

to dress to match her jewelry. However, her attempt to look rich and

extravagant was clear - and this was an important prerequisite for any

woman under his consideration for sexual exploitation.

Mr. Blake could see that while the jewelry she was wearing was of the

expensive variety, it was nowhere near the kind of jewels he could afford

to buy her. She was not wearing any platinum at all from what he could

see.

The cunning executive smiled to himself. He'd met and dated many bimbos

like this one before. This seduction would be rather easy. Put simply, it

would be a textbook case.

The blonde cunt that Mr. Blake was observing was indeed all that he had

surmised. Her name was Winnie, and she had just turned 21 the day before.

She sat at a nearby barstool anxiously sipping drinks with her friends and

giggling a lot. Winnie was a bundle of excitement and nervousness all

rolled into one. She had never been in a real bar before - at least not

under legal conditions anyway. Being here with her friends made all the

difference in the world. Though Winnie's ultimate goal was to attract a

new boyfriend, she didn't want to be alone while attempting this endeavor -

especially at a bar.

From the earliest age, numerous family members and friends had told

Winnie how pretty she was. The onus of her importance and existence was

almost always centered on how she dressed and looked. Rarely (if ever) was

there ever a mention of her intellectual potential. Her grades at school

were very poor, and it had dawned on her very early on that attracting a

rich and powerful man would save her a lot of hassle in living the good

life. Her self-esteem was nearing rock bottom, and her desire to keep up

with her peers at all costs was increasing every year. Winnie needed a

breadwinner badly. And it was almost a given that she would stop at

nothing to attract the right kind of man.

Though Winnie was by no means an intelligent girl, she did have a clear

understanding of what most men liked in her part of the world. Women were

cherished by how pretty they looked and how feminine they acted. Being

intelligent - or in her case trying to act intelligent - was a sure way to

scare off a great deal of men. It was no coincidence therefore that Winnie

had become a natural giggler and bubble gum blower from a very early age.

Being of low intelligence to begin with, smiling and giggling whenever men

were around came almost natural to her. After a while, it became a habit

that she wasn't even ashamed of. Winnie yearned for love and attention.

Her father almost never gave her the time of day being the heavy drinker

that he was. Her mother never worked a day in her life - instead relying

on her skills in home economics to please her man.

Indeed, Winnie had grown up in an environment that nurtured feminine

subservience and male supremacy - albeit in a subtle way. Winnie wanted

desperately to fall in love with the right kind of man and be whisked away

from her low class surroundings. She wanted to have expensive clothing, a

great car, and a lavish home. Little did she know as she sat there sipping

her vodka martini with her friends that her luck was about to change that

evening - although not necessarily for the better.

Mr. Blake measured his options - given the fact that his intended

victim was surrounded by her giggling entourage. Again, his veteran

instincts took over and he signaled to his waiter. He had to alert this

dumb broad to his presence. And he had to win her over with a token of his

"generosity."

"What can I do for you sir?" Asked the waiter who was obviously kissing

his ass in anticipation of a generous tip.

"See that blonde over there between those two girls?" He inquired.

"Yes sir I do." Replied the waiter sneering a bit.

He had obviously done this routine with many men before - men who were

looking to pick up girls for a quick "one-nighter" at one time or another.

In his humble experience as a waiter, he had seen this ploy fail more often

than not. But given this gentleman's look and appeal, he gave him a chance

of about 50-50.

Mr. Blake was indeed fit for his age. At 48, he had the build of a man

about 15 years younger. He also had the latest style of clothing to match.

With a full head of hair and a slender physique, he could still pass for a

man right out of GQ magazine.

"I'd like to buy her a drink." He stated. "See what she's having then

see to it."

"Yes sir." Replied the waiter.

Mr. Blake calmly looked on as the waiter made his way toward the bar.

His manner and demeanor were smooth and calculated as he stole another

glance over at the hapless blonde. Thankfully the waiter was a pro. He

took his time going toward her end of the bar - checking on other customers

first. Finally he passed by the blonde and glanced briefly at her drink as

he walked by. Then he double-checked by asking the bar tender what it was

she was drinking before placing the order.

Mr. Blake smiled to himself. It wouldn't be long before the blonde

would inquire about him. In his experience, this was done either one of

two ways. The usual scenario when a woman was with her friends was the

"messenger" routine. Mr. Blake disliked this type of ritual because it

was so amateurish and grade school like. He preferred the second of the

two scenarios - the direct approach. Alas, this was usually the only

viable option when a woman was alone - or mature enough to do so even in

the company of companions.

Winnie was neither mature nor well educated. So when she received her

drink, she immediately started whispering excitedly to her friends. Mr.

Blake saw it coming before it even happened. Sure enough, one of the

blonde's friends made her way toward him. The news wasn't all that bad

however - for it wasn't words of rejection.

"My friend's name is Winnie." She began timidly trying not to giggle out

of nervousness. "She wants to thank you for the drink, but she's curious

about who you are."

"Tell her I'm an admirer." Mr. Blake replied making sure to flash his

gold rings and expensive Rolex watch.

The bimbo smiled timidly and returned toward her two friends at the bar.

'Typical.' Thought Mr. Blake to himself. He hated this type of

childish routine. But in order to obtain young cunt, he had to play the

game. With that goal in mind, he finally managed to relax himself. After

all, this was all part of the plan. He had done this many times before

with very rewarding results sexually rewarding to be more specific.

Mr. Blake turned briefly and stole another glance at Winnie's tight -

jean clad bottom. What a seductive name she had. Indeed, much sexual

pleasure could be derived from such a blonde bimbo as this dumb little

tart. Mr. Blake's sadistic mind began to run in circles. His thoughts

began to wander into the deepest realms of depravity. He began thinking of

all the perverse gratification he would obtain from the special things he

would have Winnie do - especially with that sexy young bottom of hers. His

thick penis began to grow in his pants at all the disgusting and degrading

things he had in store for her once he had her wrapped around his finger -

both literally and figuratively.

Mr. Blake's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden departure of

Winnie's two friends as they made there way out of the bar. Apparently his

hint of wealth and power had been conveyed to Winnie by her friend and the

young blonde had decided to take a chance. Mr. Blake could tell that it

was a big one on her part. He could tell just by the way she was fidgeting

and glancing over at him nervously that she had never been alone with a man

in a bar scene before. He took the hint, but decided to test her obedience

and submissiveness from the outset by motioning her to come to him. Most

other men would make there way over to the woman's side of the room. But

not Mr. Blake. It was much easier to measure a woman's desperation or

passiveness by whether or not they stood up and came over to HIS side of

the room.

In almost every case, Mr. Blake was careful to pre-select women with a

natural tendency toward submissiveness. He had become a magnificent body

language reader over the years. And he could see through many women's

insecurities just by the way they moved their hands through their hair and

also by the way they dressed. In rare cases, he had been wrong in his

preconceptions. Occasionally, the woman he was stalking did not get up for

him. When this happened, Mr. Blake never pursued the relationship any

further making sure to avoid conversation altogether.

Mr. Blake despised liberated women. And he preyed upon helpless

females who were extremely insecure about themselves and sought

self-assurance and ego gratification through the approval of men - or in

Mr. Blake's case, father figures. Mr. Blake could tell that Winnie didn't

receive much attention from her father even before the two had spoken a

word. He could tell this by the way she quickly stood up grinning from in

ear to ear at the thought of receiving any sort of attention from a strange

man at a bar. Apparently she wasn't nervous about him at all, she was

simply nervous about how she looked and whether she would impress him

enough to take her out or not - hence the nervous hand gestures and quick

glances.

Mr. Blake watched Winnie walk toward him. Though she obviously wasn't

very bright, she did know how to wiggle her ass when she walked. This was

a trick most insecure women learned and mastered at a very early age.

Winnie wasn't wearing any high heels, but this would soon change as Mr.

Blake got to know her better.

As she walked toward him, Winnie felt extremely nervous. But his beckon

was strong and alluring. And now that she had already decided to obey his

call, she found it impossible to resist or ignore - let alone turn back.

She wasn't used to approaching men under any circumstance. In most cases,

guys tended to approach her. Winnie had grown accustomed to this kind of

treatment. Despite her constant insecurity, she knew full well that she

was well endowed when it came to good looks. She knew that most men were

attracted to her tits, and a lot of men told her so. Yet for some strange

reason, the men she went to bed with usually left her for good the next

morning. Some of the men would fake interest and promise to call her, but

they never followed up. This type of rejection made her feel even more

insecure. But the stupid blonde had no idea why the men were dumping her

the next day.

In truth, men saw her for what she was - a dumb blonde slut who was only

worthy of a one night stand. Winnie was blind to this, and so she yearned

to become a better "woman" no matter what the cost - even if it meant

breast augmentation or applying more makeup. She just didn't understand.

Nor could her tiny brain even begin to fathom the truth about why men

didn't respect her. It was indeed a vicious cycle of trying to prove her

worth through the only means she knew how - sex. The men, in turn, would

lose respect for her afterward.

Perhaps this older man would be a change for the better. From all

outward appearances, he appeared to be well dressed, quite handsome, and

rich. Winnie hated admitting it to herself, but a man's wealth and power

was of the highest priority on her list of materialistic desires.

"Hel...hello sir." Winnie stammered as she made her way to an empty

chair.

"Good evening Winnie. It is Winnie isn't it?" Responded Mr. Blake as

he calmly took a sip from his drink.

"Yes sir it is." Blushed Winnie trying to hide her nervousness.

Mr. Blake wasn't shy about eyeing her up. In fact, is visual advances

were blatantly clear from the outset. This made Winnie even more nervous -

though this was not the first time a man had eyed her body up and down. In

fact, she was more concerned that she would somehow fail his visual

inspection. The man was clearly rich, and Winnie began to breath heavily

as it began to dawn on her that she had struck gold literally.

Mr. Blake completed his visual inspection. He was pleased to see that

Winnie fell in line with his routine. She had stood there patiently in the

open while he completed his visual sweep of her large firm tits and tight

cut-off jeans. Satisfied with the results, he motioned for her to take a

seat across from him.

"My name is Marvin Blake." He began. "It's nice to meet a pretty young

lady like you. Would you care for some dinner to go along with those

drinks you've been having?"

Winnie blushed at the compliment. Her dim little mind was running in

circles at the possibility of dating such a wealthy man. His question

demanded and answer, and as much as she didn't like to admit how poor she

was at home, she was indeed hungry.

"Y...yes Mr. Blake...if it's OK with you." She stammered again unable

to control a nervous giggle.

"Well that would be just fine with me." Replied Mr. Blake as he

motioned for his waiter. "It will give us plenty of time to get to know

each other."

Winnie giggled again and put her hand to her mouth - feeling as if she

was being a naughty girl giggling in public.

"Tell me Winnie dear. Have you ever been out of Ohio before?" Asked Mr.

Blake knowing full well she probably hadn't.

"Once or twice." She replied managing a shy smile. "I really can't

remember. It was a long time ago."

"I see." Said Mr. Blake. "I hope you won't take this next question the

wrong way, but have you had any secondary education?"

"What do you mean?" Asked Winnie not knowing what the term meant.

Mr. Blake's question had already been answered with this response, but

he wanted to find out just how dumb this girl really was.

"Did you graduate from high school?"

"What is this?...like some sort of interview?" She smiled.

"No it's not Winnie dear. On the contrary, I couldn't care less if you

didn't. I don't judge women by there intelligence. You seem awfully

attractive and that's good enough for me."

Winnie was taken back by Mr. Blake's bold statements. However she was

glad that he found her attractive. Though she found it quite odd that he

placed no emphasis on her intelligence whatsoever. Of course, Winnie knew

that acting intelligent scared a lot of men off - and she knew full well

that she couldn't pass for an intelligent girl even if she tried - but the

very fact that he PREFFERED her that way disturbed her. But still, didn't

most men?

"Well..." She began nervously. "I dropped out of high school my

sophomore year. I really didn't like school all that much. I ain't never

liked my teachers either."

"Relax Winnie dear. I'm not trying to crucify you for your lack of

education."

Winnie didn't know what to make of this man calling her "dear" so soon.

After all, she had only met the man.

"What do you mean...crucify?" She asked not knowing what this term meant

either.

"Never mind darling. Here comes our waiter to take our order."

Mr. Blake allowed Winnie to order first. Obviously she had no idea

what most of the terms on the menu meant. As he predicted, she ordered a

typical white trash meal.

"I'll have a cheeseburger and fries." She told the waiter.

"And I'll have your Veil Parma jean." He chimed in.

The waiter left with the order and Mr. Blake continued the evening with

small talk conversation conversation that was simple for dumb little Winnie

to understand. During the course of the meal, Mr. Blake made sure to

"wow" her with his knowledge and understanding of the world. He told her

about all the countries he had been to as well as the large yacht that he

owned in the South Pacific. He made sure to drum it into her stupid head

about how wealthy and powerful he was and how it was such an exclusive

privilege to even be sitting at the same table as he.

Indeed, Winnie felt awestruck by his wealth, power, and presence. And

by the end of the evening, she knew that she would do anything to keep this

man interested in her. Mr. Blake already knew this by her body language.

He sensed by the way she smiled at him and pretended to understand various

things that he was telling her that she was warming up to him. Now it was

safe to make his move.

"How would you like to come back to my mansion for a night cap darling?"

Asked Mr. Blake with a seductive smile.

Winnie didn't quite know what a "night cap" was, but she had a feeling

that knew exactly what he wanted, and she was prepared to give herself to

him right then in there. After all, he seemed quite attractive for a man

of his age. Winnie guessed that he was in his mid to late thirties, but

she had enough common sense not to ask his age right away. By the way he

looked and appeared, she couldn't care less anyway. He was rich, powerful,

and he had a YACHT!

"Hmmmm..." Winnie purred in a sexy tone while twirling her pretty blonde

hair. "I just love it when you call me 'darling' like that Mr. Blake."

No more words needed to be exchanged. Having paid the bill, Mr. Blake

rose from the table and led the gullible blonde outside to his Cadillac.

He made sure to give the waiter a generous tip.

On the way to the mansion, Winnie was a ball of nervousness and

excitement all rolled into one. The drive was quite lengthy and it took

almost an hour to arrive at Mr. Blake's residence. Winnie was beginning

to wonder if climbing into a car with a stranger she barely even knew was a

good idea. But like most of her dim-witted friends, the image of this

man's wealth and power pervaded her thoughts continuously. Winnie liked

the feeling of riding in a rich expensive car. In addition, she seemed to

enjoy the feeling of uncertainty more and more. But most of all, this man

had an image of wealth, success, and tranquility about him that somehow

managed to sooth her inner fears.

"Here we are my lovely one." Stated Mr. Blake as the large Cadillac

pulled into a steep driveway which seemed to stretch almost a quarter of a

mile toward a large brick estate with three floors and what appeared to be

several rooms.

Winnie couldn't believe her thoughtless eyes. Here she was at the

tender age of only 21. And she was about to have the biggest chance of her

life to seduce this man and get in on all the riches. It seemed too good

to be true to the dumb blonde.

Mr. Blake held the door for Winnie when they exited the car. Winnie

didn't know how to react to such gentlemanly manners. She had never been

treated this way before. So she just shrugged and giggled and murmured a

small "thanks" as they headed toward the front door of the mansion. Mr.

Blake had a raging hard-on in his pants. He knew he had this thoughtless

twit hook, line, and sinker. All he had to do was play it smooth. For the

time being, he would have to play things her way.

Winnie couldn't believe her eyes. The mansion was huge on the inside

with hanging chandeliers and a marble staircase. The floor and furniture

were made of solid oak and there were paintings of all sorts of sizes and

colors. Dumb little Winnie couldn't even begin to imagine what they meant

or their worth in value. She just stuck a confused finger in her sweet

little mouth and sucked nervously. Mr. Blake observed this and was

pleased. This was exactly the type of woman he wanted in his evil

clutches.

"Come with me dear. The servants are out." He began. "Care for a

drink?"

"Sure." Replied the baffled blonde as she was lead into a huge living

room with lavish serving tables.

"What type of drink would you like my dear? I have several kinds of

wine or bourbon."

"Do ya have any beer or soda?" Asked the dumb blonde.

Mr. Blake smiled to himself. This was the typical request of a white

trash girl who had no clue about classy behavior or beverages.

"Sure darling. Just sit your sweet little buns on that couch over there

and I'll fetch you some. You don't mind me referring to you in such a way

do you Winnie dear?"

"No sir, not at all. I like it here and I hope you'll let me stay for

the evening." She stated giving him a sexually suggestive glare.

"That all depends on you my dear." Replied the confidant millionaire.

Winnie knew exactly what Mr. Blake meant, and she was prepared to

submit to his desires. Little did she know that by the time the

relationship hit full swing, she would submit to his EVERY desire.

Mr. Blake brought out an expensive looking beer mug filled with a shiny

golden ail. Already feeling a bit tipsy from all the drinking she had done

at the bar, Winnie drank the beer slowly. Being young and naïve, she had

no idea with regard to her tolerance level for alcohol. Mr. Blake was

counting on this, for it meant that she would be more receptive toward

subtle demands - such as the type of lingerie he preferred her to wear

before they made love.

When they had finally made their way into Mr. Blake's lavish bedroom

suite, Winnie was feeling the effects of alcohol much more strongly. She

was lazy on her feet and feeling very horny. The size of the bedroom was

enormous and she felt as if she had been swept off her feet by a prince in

shining armor with the way she was being treated.

Mr. Blake grabbed hold of her upon closing the door and thrust his body

against hers. His lips mashed against hers in lustful fashion as he

scooped her lazy body up and carried her to the bed. Winnie didn't resist.

Instead, she returned his kiss with a moist tongue inside his mouth and

reached for his cock. Mr. Blake still had his trousers on.

"Wait my dear." He said.

"What do ya mean Marvin?" She asked in a lustful voice.

He could tell she was horny beyond belief. She was now putty in his

hands.

"Don't you think you should be wearing something a little

more...comfortable?" He asked in a suggestive manner.

"What do ya mean Marvin? I don't have anything to wear besides what I

got on." She pouted.

"I can fix that my dear. You see - I am rather experienced at this sort

of thing." He proclaimed in a tone that borderlined on bragging.

"Mmmmmm...I can tell." She said lustfully licking her lips. "What did

you have in mind for me to wear sir?" She purred.

"I like it when you call me 'sir' Winnie." He stated testing her

submissiveness right there on the spot.

"Mmmmmm....you do?" She smiled sexily not realizing the gravity of his

remark or the hint of what was to come with this man later on in the

following weeks.

"I do my dear." He replied. "Let's just say I prefer...well...an old

fashioned kind of girl. I'm sure you know what I mean."

Even though she was slightly drunk, Winnie had enough sense about her to

know what he meant. However it was nothing new to her. All her life she

sought to please men. She had been conditioned by her upbringing to

coordinate her behavior to accommodate and bring pleasure to a boy - or in

this case a man. Winnie knew instinctively what to do, and her behavior

suggested as such.

"Yessss Mr. Blake." She purred. "I think I know just the kind of girl

you're looking for."

With those words, Winnie began to smile and giggle slightly - sticking a

dumb finger in her mouth as she began to crawl toward him on all fours.

Mr. Blake loosened his tie and unzipped his trousers. In a fit of lust, he

had briefly forgotten about the outfit he had wanted her to wear - but only

momentarily. Regaining his senses, he halted her advance just as her face

was level with his belt buckle.

"Not quite yet my dear." He began. "You will have all night to prove to

me you are worthy of being treated like a princess. If you want to be

treated well, I expect more than just a blowjob in return. I must inform

you that I am very demanding of my women, and I expect you to fall in line

with my demands if you want me to be your bread winner and keep you happy."

This was music to Winnie's ears. Here was Mr. Blake promising to take

care of her and buy her things as long as she did as she was told. Her dim

little mind didn't register that this was a subtle form of sexual slavery.

All she knew was that this man was promising to take care of her and treat

her like a "princess" of all things! Soon she would be rich and drive

around in fancy cars and have fancy clothes. This was all she could ever

hope for in her small, pathetic little life. Mr. Blake seemed like a very

wealthy and powerful man. Winnie knew this by everything she had observed.

Even though this was only their first night together, she knew that she had

found the right man. He was authoritative and very much in charge, and she

respected him. She would do whatever it took to stay in his good graces.

Though despite her sincere intention to keep this powerful man pleased

and happy, Winnie was quite stupid, and she did not know just how far she

would have to go to meet this man's deepest and darkest desires. To her,

it was simply a matter of keeping this man's cock satisfied. She expected

that sexual intercourse, blowjobs, and wearing sexy underwear would be

enough to meet these expectations.

She was wrong. Mr. Blake was indeed a pervert of the worst sort, and

it would take much more to satisfy his "needs" than just that.

Unfortunately for her, she would be wrapped around his finger and fully

dependant upon him before she found out exactly what it was he wanted from

her. In the next few weeks, Mr. Blake intended to wean her slowly away

from her friends and family. Slowly, several hints would be dropped on a

progressive basis as to what exactly he wanted her to do for him. Mr.

Blake was fully intent on gradually leading dumb little Winnie in this

perverted direction, and soon she would come to realize - much too late of

course - that what he wanted from her was much more disgusting and filthy

than her dim little mind could possibly imagine.

Mr. Blake withdrew a pair of cherry red thigh highs from a walk-in

closet near the rear of the large bedroom. He also carried with him a

jet-black leather bra of the sleazy variety and a pair of shiny black high

heels to match. He gave her a warm smile and told her firmly to put them

both on. Winnie did as she was told. She was surprised to find that the

bra had large circular holes where her areolas and nipples were supposed to

be encased. She blushed slightly and felt a bit cheap, but she put the

skimpy articles on nonetheless.

"That's right my dear. Put them on. They make you so much more

attractive than you are now." Said Mr. Blake in a firm voice with a hint

of lust.

Winnie tried to smile at his compliment despite her obvious

embarrassment. She yearned to be more attractive toward him. However, her

guilt and shame over such trashy attire did not go unnoticed by Mr. Blake.

His cock was getting thirstier for her trashy lips by the second - the very

sight of her shame and guilt bringing pleasure to his balls and cock.

"Come here my dear Winnie." He commanded as he beckoned toward her.

Winnie finished the last touches of her attire and began to walk toward

him.

"No my darling..." he cut her short. "I would find it much more

attractive if you crawled to me just as you did before."

Winnie felt even more humiliated and cheap, but the image of this man's

wealth and power continued to pervade her thoughts despite her guilt.

Slowly she got on all fours and crawled seductively toward him until her

face was even with the zipper on his trousers.

Mr. Blake slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. Gently

he reached in and removed his huge pink snake from its temporary captivity.

Winnie gasped at the size of his penis. It was at least eight inches long

and bulging with lust for her.

"It likes you Winnie." He told her soothingly. "Especially young and

impressionable girls like you."

Winnie didn't know what he meant by "impressionable". Her vocabulary

did not extend that far into his level of education. But she knew

instinctively what to do when it came to servicing a man's cock. She knew

instinctively to encase her white trash lips around his thick meat and

begin to suck and slurp like a good girl. Mr. Blake observed his dumb

little prize from above as he placed a hand behind her head to guide her.

Her lips were moist and slippery and her tongue felt so soft and special as

it slithered around his thick greasy shaft. Winnie's head bobbed up and

down in perfect rhythm. Clearly she had plenty of experience when it came

to blowjobs. Mr. Blake could see part of her exposed nipples underneath

her platinum blonde hair. They looked so young, firm, voluptuous, and

pink. The bra wrapped tightly around her breasts - forcing her tender pink

nipples to push out further.

"Moan for me Winnie darling..." Commanded Mr. Blake between heavy

breaths.

Winnie began to moan softly in a high-pitched tone. She knew from

previous experience that this drove boys crazy. She had no doubt that it

would have the same effect on a grown man such as the rich and powerful Mr.

Blake.

The sight of Winnie's platinum blonde hair, coupled with her fleshy pink

nipples, trashy attire, and delicate moans of pleasure, was enough to push

Mr. Blake completely over the edge. Winnie knew it was coming. She tried

to remove her mouth from his cock but Mr. Blake held her head firmly in

place.

"Don't make me angry darling..." Mr. Blake panted Ton the verge of

climax. "Just take it like a good girl...you'll make me very

pleased...arggghhhhhh."

Winnie knew better than to make any man angry. Besides, she was too

drunk to push herself away and resist his grasp. She remembered once how

one of her previous boyfriends had slapped her around when he became

displeased with her behavior. Mr. Blake had been kind and generous to her

- buying her dinner and all. Suddenly she felt less guilty and her shame

began to subside. She wanted to please this powerful man in any way she

could. Somehow she sensed that he knew what was best for her. He was in

complete control.

Within moments, she felt a sudden surge between her slutty - uneducated

lips, as Mr. Blake's cock grew thicker starting from the bottom and

surging toward the top. Almost instantly, a thick steady stream of white

goop entered her moist mouth and splashed against her worthless tongue.

Another wad of thick smelly cream splashed against the back of her throat.

Winnie gagged and had to swallow. Another burst of slime was more than she

could contain and it found little room for haven inside her white trash

mouth. Winnie's lips were still firmly encased around Mr. Blake's

spurting penis. Despite this, a long thick stream of white man cream oozed

out from behind her lips and dribbled down her chin - forming a puddle on

the floor.

"Swirl it around in your mouth Winnie dear. It will make you much more

attractive to me." Said Mr. Blake as he withdrew his cock and knelt down -

placing his nose and face close to her mouth.

It was clear that Mr. Blake wanted to see this degrading activity up

close. Winnie understood that it gave him pleasure in some sort of

perverse way. But she was in no position to argue or resist. Slowly she

swirled the thick goo around in her mouth. She opened it and let Mr.

Blake look inside.

"Breath on me dear. I want to smell what's inside of you." Said Mr.

Blake firmly.

Winnie was beginning to feel degraded and disgusted. Even worse, she

was beginning to feel nauseated.

"That's a good girl Winnie dear...your breath smells so sweet like that.

You won't mind if I take a picture do you?"

Winnie couldn't respond with a mouth full of cum. She reluctantly

nodded her head as she continued to swirl the disgusting slime around the

top and base of her sweet pink tongue and gums. Mr. Blake withdrew a

camera from a nearby drawer and snapped a few photos of her dribbling chin

and sticky face. Then he told her to open wide while he snapped some

close-ups of the inside of her mouth.

What a treat this slut was going to be! In time (perhaps within a few

days), he would make sure to coerce this sweet little piece of trash into

letting him take many more pictures of her worthless body. He smiled at

the thought of the sexy outfits he would have her wear.

Mr. Blake concluded the evening by being very kind and generous to

Winnie. He had her strip out of her high heels, thigh highs, and leather

bra and slip into a warm hot tub which he prepared especially for her.

Then he helped bathe her by sponging her down in all her special areas and

giving her a generous silk nightgown to wear to bed. Winnie soon forgot

about how filthy she had been treated that night. She once again warmed up

to the idea of being treated like a princess by this man. In hindsight,

sucking this man's cock and swallowing his sperm was a small price to pay

for such lavish treatment at the end of the night - and she just LOVED the

expensive nightgown lingerie he had given her to wear to bed.

* * * *

The following evening (and many more after), Mr. Blake had Winnie

adorned in lingerie of a most degrading variety. He had her dress up in

trashy leather shorts that revealed almost everything that was supposed to

be covered. On other evenings he had her dress in a little girl's nightie.

Sometimes he would bring out the most perverse things for a girl her age to

wear. For example, a short pair of pink cotton panties with daisies on

them (the kind that a five year old girl would normally wear). Other times

he had her adorned in a slave collar and choker with silver metal studs.

She found it quite odd that he enjoyed leading her around in a leash. She

almost threw a fit when he asked her to drink water out of a pet food bowl.

All of this would have been quite unbearable were it not for the

fabulous way he treated her otherwise. He was very loving toward her

(after he had climaxed of course) and bought her many fine things. He took

her to amusement parks and bought her ice cream and lots of sexy clothes.

For Winnie, it was almost like a dream come true. All her stupid little

life she had wanted to be treated this way. But until now, this kind of

life had never seemed to materialize for her. After giving her body to

many boyfriends, she always wound up dumped and feeling ashamed of herself

afterward. But Mr. Blake was different. Although she conceded to herself

that he had the most perverse sexual tastes she had ever experienced, she

realized that he was also providing her with a lifestyle she had always

yearned to have. She had lots of free time without having to work a single

day and plenty of "gifts."

But the warning signs were already beginning to show. Dumb little

Winnie was too naïve and in love with Mr. Blake to see them clearly. As

the weeks progressed, so did his insatiable desires for the perverse.

Winnie had dimly noted that he enjoyed looking at her ass. On several

(more recent) occasions, he had even requested that she turn her back and

get on all fours while he played with it and inspected it. She had

remembered blushing once as she felt her ass cheeks parted and she could

swear she felt his nose press up against her tight brown crinkle. She

could hear him inhaling the dirty musky fragrance at the center of her

heart shaped bottom and feeling quite embarrassed. Winnie never had a

boyfriend take an interest in this special part of her anatomy. She had

always believed that daddies were the only ones who "inspected" this part

of a girl and only when she was little and in the middle of having her

hiney wiped or her diaper changed. But with Mr. Blake, it felt quite

different, perverse, and rather shameful and embarrassing.

It was also about this time that she was beginning to sense his presence

outside the bathroom when she was on the potty. At first, she had

dismissed his presence as being mere coincidence. But lately, she would

exit the bathroom to find him standing there with a raging hardon and lust

in his eyes. Still, she was to dumb and naïve to make any sort of

connection.

On this particular day, things would be revealed to her a little more

clearly - though not yet fully.

"Winnie dear."

"Yes sir." She replied in a dreamy bimbo voice knowing full well he

liked to be called "Sir."

"I have a special gift for you today." He stated suggestively.

Winnie knew that this could mean only one of two things. Either it was

the usual "cock in her mouth" surprise that was becoming increasingly more

prevalent in her stupid little life, or it was really an expensive gift.

This time, it was the latter of the two.

"What is it sir?" she smiled seductively staring at his pants in search

of his usual manly bulge.

"It's out in the garage my dear. I bought it while you were napping."

He replied confidently. "Would you like to see it?"

"Oh yes Marvin! I mean sir..." she replied meekly having corrected her

obvious mistake.

"Then come my darling. I will show you what will soon be yours."

With that, Mr. Blake lead the dumb little tart down the huge flight of

stairs and headed toward the east side of his mansion. Winnie was wearing

nothing but a pink silk nightie and white cotton panties that had been

bought specifically for her a few days earlier at Mr. Blake's expense.

Presently they came to the huge door that lead to the massive garage. Mr.

Blake opened it and stepped aside so that Winnie could get a clear view of

her new toy.

Winnie's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw her new

surprise. It was a bright red Porsche with all the amenities - including a

T-Top roof. In addition, the seats were jet-black leather.

"Wow! Like...is this for me???" Winnie stammered barely able to contain

her excitement.

"It's all yours and it's brand new. I'm talking zero mileage

sweetheart." Responded her sugar daddy from behind.

"Oh my god...this is incredible!" The dumb blonde blurted out.

"But..." Continued Mr. Blake as he took hold of her arm and turned her

to face him. "All things have their price. I'm sure you understand Winnie

dear."

Winnie looked up to see him dangling the keys to the vehicle high above

her head where she couldn't possible reach with her short thin frame.

Winnie thought she knew what he wanted. But today, the action would go

much further than she would anticipate.

"Lift your dress Winnie Poo." He commanded.

Mr. Blake had been calling her by that name quite recently. Yet the

dumb blonde had no idea of the significance of her new nickname. She had

dismissed it as a vague reference to the fictional children's character

"Winnie The Pooh" and so she didn't seem to mind him calling her by this

new nickname.

Winnie did as she was told and lifted her nightie - revealing a modest

pair of child like cotton panties. They were plain white with silk trim on

the sides. However they were by no means in the form of a g-string or

thong. They were the regular (full) kind that covered all the normal areas

of her feminine bottom and genitals. Mr. Blake pulled her closer to him

and forcefully stuck a large fat finger near the crotch of her panties.

Winnie knew that he was searching for the usual wet spot that he had become

accustomed to, but on this occasion she had been caught off guard and was

not moist yet. She did not expect to be doing any sort of sexual activity

at (or near) the large mansion garage.

Feeling no moisture, Mr. Blake suddenly became angry. Suddenly he

raised his hand and slapped her hard across her white trash mouth.

"You stupid cunt!" He shouted. "I give you everything...EVERYTHING!

And you respond to me like this?" Without me you're worthless! No other

man would dream of having a steady relationship with you! I'm all you've

got! So you'd better warm up to me sweetie! Or else..."

He didn't need to go any further. Winnie was already whimpering like a

good little submissive. Deep down inside her dopey little head she knew he

was right. All the other boys she had dated had left her the next day.

Marvin was the only man who had stuck by her all these weeks. He had

treated her like a princess, and she felt ashamed that she wasn't wet for

him.

"p...please...sir...i....i'm...i'm sorry...." she stammered. "i...i'll

do anything you ask...just don't hit me...i....(sob)...i'll be good.

"I'll HIT you whenever I please Winnie! You're my property now.

Everything you own I have provided for you. The least you will do is

respect my authority. I've treated you like a sweet little princess, and

you WILL love and cherish me as long as I provide for you. And above all

else, you will OBEY!"

If things hadn't been clear to Winnie before, they were definitely clear

to her now. Mr. Blake was all she had left. Her family had cut her off

after learning she had run away with him without notice (let alone

permission). She hadn't seen her friends in nearly three months. And with

each passing day that she had fallen in love with Marvin, her friends and

family had become nothing but a distant memory in her dim little mind. Her

tiny world revolved exclusively around Marvin and no one else. Now she

needed Mr. Blake more than ever before. The last thing she wanted was to

be dumped on the street without any food to eat or anywhere else to go.

Besides, Winnie had become quite accustomed to her pampered lifestyle.

Anything short of first class living would now be intolerable to her. And

so from this moment, it had dawned on her that Mr. Blake was right. She

must BEHAVE. And thanks to his love, discipline, and affection, she longed

for his approval and yearned to OBEY.

Winnie knew that Mr. Blake had slapped her for a good reason. He hit

her because he loved her and wanted to make her a better woman. It was all

so clear to her now - despite the tears. Mr. Blake was right. She was

indeed worthless without him in her life. How right he had been all along.

How stupid she was to not have not seen him for the beautiful inner person

that he was. Mr. Blake was a great man, and she would do anything to

please him - ANYTHING. All he had to do was ask.

Mr. Blake allowed Winnie a few moments to calm herself. This was the

very first time he had hit her and he wanted to judge her reaction. Mental

manipulation was indeed an art from, and crafting a natural submissive into

a hardcore submissive was still quite a chore - though to a much lesser

extent than a woman with aggressive tendencies. Mr. Blake shivered

slightly with excitement as he observed Winnie's pleas and whimpers. She

was definitely dependent upon him now. Still, he had to be sure.

"Winnie. I need to know that you are sincere about obeying me." He

began after another moment of silence.

"y...yes sir...(sob)..."

"You need to prove to me how much to love me. So I'm going to sit in my

office and I want you to remove your nightie and follow me in. I'll be

waiting for you to sit in my lap. It seems you need some....shall I

say...discipline."

"y...yes sir...i...i will sir." she stammered trying to stop the tears

from rolling down her cheeks.

There was no pride left in the stupid girl. Just a feeling of

insecurity, shame, and deep dependency on this man. She wanted so much for

him to love her. Perhaps submitting to him would make him happy with her

and he would love her just a little bit more. Winnie was hoping just that

as she removed her pink silk nightie and made her way to his office room.

When she entered, Mr. Blake had an even bigger hardon in his pants

again. There she stood, her huge breasts fully exposed, her face bright

pink with shame and embarrassment, and just a cute little pair of white

cotton panties covering her shameful and inferior sex organ.

"Come now my darling. This is for your own good." Mr. Blake soothed as

he motioned for her to come toward him. "If you want to live the 'high

life' with rich men, then you have to learn what men with wealth and power

really expect from a woman. I think you know what I mean. Don't you my

dear?"

Winnie just nodded her head. Mr. Blake's office was cold and she was

beginning to shiver. Her breasts grew very firm due to the chilly

temperature of the room. Slowly, with her eyes to the floor in shame and

guilt, she made her way to his chair.

"Bend over my knees darling."

Winnie obeyed.

"Now be still and let Sugar Daddy have his way with you." Soothed the

evil executive as he gently ran a firm hand over her panty-clad bottom.

Mr. Blake reached under her chest with his other hand and began to

roughly tweak her stiff nipples. He savagely rubbed, tweaked and pinched

her pouting cones as if they were cute little toys for him to play with.

Winnie winced in slight pain, but remain relatively still. She shivered as

she felt Marvin's other hand rubber deeper and deeper into her

panty-covered crevice - right where her poop hole resided.

Mr. Blake could barely control his breathing as he became more and more

excited with each passing moment. Having toyed with her stupid little

nipples long enough, he turned the attention of both his hands to the silky

waistband of her underpants. Winnie began to squirm uncomfortably has he

gently began to pull them down her hiney - and further down her soft powder

white thighs. Winnie's bottom was so pretty and cute. It looked soft,

round, and smelled slightly of girlie odor. Mr. Blake almost shot a load

in his pants and had to consciously restrain himself when he inhaled her

inferior scent.

"Now hold still Winnie Poo, this is just a teeny little spanking to make

things ice and clear to you. I'm sure when this is over you won't need any

more...shall we say...reminders hmm?"

Winnie dutifully lowered her head in silent resignation. She hoped that

this would satisfy him and that he would soon be pleased with her again.

She wanted so badly for this rich and powerful man to like her. She would

do anything to gain his approval even if it was only temporary.

Mr. Blake raised his right hand and held her firmly with his left.

Then he released his hand of power onto her inferior bottom with a series

of thunderous smacks - enough to make Winnie cry out in pain and wallow in

bittersweet agony.

SPLAT...SMACK....WHACK!!!!!

"Uggggggnnnnngnhh....agggghhhhhh." Winnie cried out in pain.

"Repeat after me Winnie Poo...(SMACK)...BEHAVE!"

"Agghhhhhh...ughhhhhh...b...be...behave....aghhhh"

"BEHAVE!!!"

"Agghhhh...ohhhhh....behave....(sob)...yes....behave..."

"LOUDER!!!" Mr. Blake commanded.

"Aggghhhhh....ughhhhh...(SMASH)...AGGGHHHHHH....BEHAVE!!....oooohhh

(whimper)...(sob)....(sniffle)....uhhaaahhaaahhaaaa..."

"Good girl." Soothed Mr. Blake in a much gentler voice. "Now I am

finished with your spanking. But I am not done with you yet my darling.

There are certain parts of a woman's body that some men treasure more than

others. And you look so cute and adorable this way, I feel almost as if I

am like a father to you."

Mr. Blake smiled down at the dopey blonde in his lap. His prick was

raging with lust now as he stared down at her bright red bottom. Gently he

ran both hands over her ass cheeks and massaged her gently. Winnie felt

soothing relief almost immediately and felt almost instantly grateful to

him for stopping the pain. He was like a savior to her, and he was making

her feel all better with each motion of his soothing powerful hands. Her

whimpering began to die down as she felt his large lustful hands begin to

pry her ass cheeks open.

"You have such a beautiful bottom Winnie Poo." He soothed as he

continued to massage her soft fleshy globes while prying them open.

Gradually, Winnie's cute smelly hole came into view of his leering eyes.

It looked like a healthy dark brown color (which seemed indicative of the

most popular color of the special prizes that came out of her). Mr. Blake

took an index finger and lubricated it with his saliva. Then he began to

rub little baby circles around her shameful opening - coating it and making

it much more submissive to his touch - much more accommodating and

friendly. Within a few moments, her shameful little poo poo would be much

more obedient and open itself up to strange fingers and objects - all

designed to put her in her place in life. Winnie smiled at the thought of

pleasing Mr. Blake. He was so smart and knew just what she needed in

terms of love and discipline. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and

kiss him right then and there despite the slight lingering pain in her ass

cheeks.

Mr. Blake's fat dirty finger continued to probe and push on her tiny

stink button. And soon her beautiful brown flower began to open itself and

bloom for him. His evil misogynistic finger began to sink itself slowly

into the wonderful world of her dark potty hole. As the finger wandered

inside, it was greeted with the first traces of soft smelly mush friendly

to the touch and accompanied by the beautiful scent of womanly BM.

The sweet ditzy blonde began to moan in heavenly bliss. She had now

come to realize that the sweet pain she was experiencing for the first time

was a true sign of Mr. Blake's love for her. She was now his "special"

girl. And he would no doubt be quite proud of her after this.

Mr. Blake continued to push his finger in further. He wanted to feel

more of her inner treasures. He wanted his finger to explore all the

special inner logs that she had in store for him. Each smelly log felt

like a special unique island to his finger, and it wasted no time in

exploring each and every one. Some of her muddy "islands" were linked

together while others were not. But they all shared one thing in common -

they would soon bring great pleasure to Mr. Blake's sense of smell, taste,

and touch.

On that note, he slowly withdrew his large finger from her tight - yet

forgiving bottom. As it slithered out of Winnie's beautiful brown world,

it brought with it traces of its wonderful smelly heritage. Soft brown mud

had wrapped itself around his finger and brought joy to his heart and

pleasure to his penis. Her girlie mush was medium brown and smelled just

the way a girl's BM was meant to. Slowly he lifted his finger to his nose

and inhaled the sweetness of her ass. Gently and lovingly he licked the

tip of the digit and tasted the special "going away" present that her

bottom had generously given to him. It tasted bitter, sweet, and so

powerful that it made him pop his rocks off almost instantly. He couldn't

believe it. He had cum inside his pants without even touching his penis!

Oh what a treat this dumb little blonde was. And the fun was just

beginning!

Mr. Blake made sure to smear the stinky residue off of his finger by

rubbing it like lotion onto the interior of Winnie's ass crack. The young

blonde was quite naïve, but she knew what it was. Despite her loving

feelings toward him, she also felt quite embarrassed and ashamed of what

had been retrieved from her bottom. It felt messy and sticky between her

soft buns and she wanted desperately to wipe herself. In addition, it also

meant that Marvin knew everything there was to know about her worthless

body. There were no more secrets and nothing to hide or give away. Mr.

Blake owned her, and he also had full knowledge of what was inside of her.

He could now predict when she needed to go potty and just what type of

"potty" she needed to perform. Upon releasing her from his grasp, Mr.

Blake leveled some new instructions on his bimbo slave.

"Now Winnie, you will go upstairs leaving your panties around your

knees. I do not wish to see them fall below your kneecaps. This is the way

I want you to walk upstairs. With one hand I want you to carry your pink

nightie up with you and hang it up inside the walk-in closet. With the

other hand I want you to suck your stupid little thumb. Remember, you've

made a dirty little mess inside your hiney and you will behave as such."

Once again, Winnie felt ashamed and humiliated. Slowly, Mr. Blake was

breaking down every conceivable barrier of self-esteem she has left. But

she knew better than to disobey him. He was now her new master and

protector. And she would do anything for him.

* * * *

Up in the bedroom suite, Mr. Blake beheld a site that would make almost

any scat pervert hard with lust. There on the bed, Winnie was kneeling on

all fours with her white cotton panties draped partially down her legs.

Though her ass cheeks were closed, Mr. Blake could see the hint of BM that

was partially smeared within her dark smelly anal crack. He approached the

bed and gently stroked her bottom with a firm hand.

"You're definitely learning to be a good girl Winnie poo." He stated

quietly. "I have something special I want you to do for me in the bathroom

sweetie. I think you know what I want."

Winnie didn't know exactly, but she had an idea. If it was what she

thought it was, it was going to be one of the most embarrassing moments in

her life. Never before had she even thought about doing...THAT!

But it was indeed true. And not only did he want her to do "that," he

wanted her to do it on the floor - not the toilet.

'How disgusting!' she thought to herself.

By now, it was beginning to dawn on Winnie the depths of depravity she

was sinking to. This man may have been rich, but he was definitely a

filthy pervert. Winnie was beginning to wonder if shacking up with this

man was such a good idea after all. Unfortunately, she knew she had

nowhere else to turn. And even if she wanted to escape him, he would most

likely beat her up. Winnie definitely didn't want to be bruised or smacked

again. With a sigh of resignation, Winnie got to her feat with her white

cotton panties still draped around her ankles. Mr. Blake guided her by

placing a firm and commanding hand on her arm. Gently, he led the defeated

blonde cunt to the potty room where she would soon perform this filthy and

degrading act for him. A web cam had been placed in the lower corner of

the bathroom to catch every humiliating detail of her degradation.

When they were inside, Mr. Blake closed the door and smiled down at

her. His cock was rock hard and he could see the pain and embarrassment

within the eyes of his new pet cunt.

"Squat down slut. This will only take a few minutes and it will make

your sugar daddy very happy."

Winnie nodded her head in silence. She knew exactly what he wanted now

and she was fearful of the consequences if she did not "perform" this

special act for him. It was indeed very special. Winnie imagined that most

girls would hold their nose in disgust. How ashamed her friends would be

if they knew the level of prostitution she was now about to sink to. After

all, this whole thing was about dependency and money. Mr. Blake "took

care" of her financially. In turn, she provided these "services" for him.

Winnie felt dirty and cheap. She was now a total whore. By now, Mr.

Blake no longer saw her as a human being - rather an animal. She could

tell this by the way he stuffed his fingers into her mouth as she squatted

down. Clearly he didn't want her to talk. There was nothing she had to

say that was of any importance to him anymore. Instead, Mr. Blake

preferred her to make small gestures and sounds.

"Don't worry darling. Soon you will get used to being used as a sex

object. You'll even begin to like it after a while. If you behave and do as

you're told, this little incident will be over soon and we can go out for

dinner. Just make potty on the floor like a good little cunt. That's it...

squat and poop for me sweetheart."

With those final words, Mr. Blake got on his hands and knees and leaned

forward to peep underneath Winnie's dirty bottom. Winnie instinctively

spread her soft fleshy globes so that her new master could have a better

view of her butt.

Mr. Blake was not disappointed. He waited breathlessly as Winnie's lovely

brown opening began to wink at him. Within moments, an adorable pile of dark

smelly mush began to seep out of her soft round bottom and plop onto the floor.

Winnie blushed uncontrollably as tears of shame and embarrassment dribbled down

her sexy pink cheeks. Another steamy pile of smelly brown mess poured out of

her bottom and onto the tile floor.

Mr. Blake panted with lust as he looked at the huge squishy mess that was

being created in front of him. It smelled so wonderfully decadent and sexy. For

Mr. Blake, the pile of shit being assembled was a representation of what he now

thought of Winnie. What a low life whore! The hill of soft BM was now wrapping

itself into a coil on the floor. Now the best part of the ordeal had finally

arrived. It was time for Winnie to sit in it!

"Now Winnie dear..." Mr. Blake panted lustfully. "I want you to sit

down."

Winnie wrinkled her nose in disgust. The SMELL was awful, and the tears

in her eyes continued to flow uncontrollably.

"p...please....do i have to to?" she pleaded between silent sobs of

shame.

"The mere act of speaking has cost you another spanking Winnie dear.

Now it's just a matter of where I'm going to hit you. One more protest and

it won't be your ass, instead it will be your head and face. I'm sure you

want to remain an attractive girl don't you dear?"

Winnie nodded her head. She knew she had no choice but to obey him

without question. In the dark recesses of her mind, she still yearned for

his love and approval - even though he no longer saw her as a person.

Slowly, she lowered herself down onto the tiny mountain of poo poo. The

faint sound of a messy squish could be faintly heard within the bathroom.

Mr. Blake's cock nearly spurted juice right then and there as he witnessed

the smelly mush spread itself like the chocolate icing on a birthday cake

around her soft bottom.

Winnie felt the warm mush underneath her ass. Slowly and softly, it

began to cling to her hiney and spread itself around - coating her buttocks

with it's shameful color and odor. The dumb blonde pouted and wept

uncontrollably with increasing discomfort. Her nose began to wrinkle in

obvious disgust. Soon she felt Mr. Blake's hand reach around and clasp

her mouth and chin - guiding her forcefully onto her back. The tile floor

was icy cold and she shivered and cringed at the sudden chilly exposure.

Yet Mr. Blake held her face firmly in one hand. He aimed his thick penis

at her mouth with the other.

Suddenly, a long stream of urine splashed against her lips and entered

her mouth. The taste was unbearably salty and Winnie fought to free

herself. She was greeted with a sudden slap across her face and a much

tighter grip across her mouth. It felt as if Marvin had the strength to

crush her jaw if he wanted to. Winnie cried out in pain and terror.

Another strong dose of pee pee splashed against her face and chin. Then

another steady stream splattered into her hair. Her bottom was still

entrenched in the soft pile of poop on the floor. Now she was beginning to

smell like a real human toilet. A female toilet.

Mr. Blake finished piddling on her face and once again took aim at her

mouth with his thick smelly cock.

"Open up darling. Or do you need to be smacked again."

Winnie knew better than to resist what was coming next. Obediently, she

opened her sweet little mouth. A large stream of white spunk shot out from

the tip of the giant snake and smeared itself onto her waiting lips. Another

goopy rope spattered itself onto her tongue and gums - coating her piss

stained mouth with a slimy residue. The man-made puddle of urine and semen

mixed itself together inside her mouth - forming a revolting taste that would

eventually lead to a puking session. Mr. Blake continued to hold her chin

firmly as the thick load of cream piled itself onto her lips and mouth.

When the ordeal was over, dumb little Winnie was nothing but a pile of

sex on the floor. She smelled like a toilet and pouted like a pathetic

whore. Mr. Blake no longer had any respect for her. In fact, he not only

had fulfilled his final fantasy with her, he had recorded it onto his tiny

web cam as well. There was nothing left to do with her except ship her off

to another group of men who would pay him big money for his "prize." Mr.

Blake had various connections across the globe that paid him generously for

his "services." It was one of the many things he was involved with. Though

Mr. Blake did not quite see himself as a pimp, he did collect

"appreciation money" from his various business clients. In the end, it was

still only a piece of his substantial income and wealth - yet it was a very

large piece indeed.

"Come now Winnie dear." Mr. Blake began affectionately. "Let's get you

cleaned up. I did promise to take you to dinner you know."

Winnie got up slowly feeling a bit sick.

"You will be pleased to know that I will be calling some friends to join

us for dinner tonight. I'm sure they will like you - especially if

you....behave."

Winnie smiled weakly. Finally, there would be a chance to meet new

friends. Hopefully they might be as rich as Mr. Blake. If she was lucky,

they might even treat her better. Mr. Blake smiled to himself. He knew

almost exactly what Winnie was thinking. She would attempt to run off with

one of his business partners. What the dumb little twat didn't realize was

the fact that this was his plan all along. He no longer had any interest

in her and it was time to move onto the next dumb cunt.

Winnie didn't realize what she was getting herself into. Some of these

men were pure sadists. They liked to abuse women like her physically.

They got their jollies from seeing a young blonde like her beat up and

bruised. One of them in particular was know for is interest in applying

"natural eyeshadow" to a woman's face. Several punches to the eyes usually

did the trick quite nicely, and Winnie would be the perfect target!