Being used by Haxsaw.

Haxsaw presents. The following is a series of shorts a lady from some country sent me. I took liberty of re-writing some. I did this for clarity. I also changed her name. I kept changes brief as possible. After reading 'Teen-age Wet Dream' as well as trying the file 'Cock Sucker' break time at work found her with these on-going fantasies.

I was led in a room. He was there. Some strong men in green overalls were leading me along the floor. I was frozen. I was on a pad. I was on a wheeled pad. The strong men wheeled me to see Haxsaw. I gasped before him.
I was in my underwear. I was in my favorite white pumps. I had on thigh highs stockings. I could catch a scent of perfume I must have sprayed on my neck, earlier. I was wearing a black girdle. I had on a matching black corset and it must have looked really cute. Shame was I was wearing it! I finally had on a push up bra. It was black and lacy. I never posed like this before! I was never so embarrassed in my life. As the men stopped pushing me they left the room.
Haxsaw spoke. What was that? I did not think so. I was not a dog! I was not going to obey. Despite what I was not wanting I was sort of released from the grip I was in. My limbs seemed to tingle. I was soon enough doing exactly what Haxsaw commanded me to.
The room was with heavy draped curtains. The flooring was deep carpet. A sound track played, over and over. It was like what you heard when playing a computer game, on-line. I listened yet thinking was hard. After all, what day was it and what was the time?
Haxsaw rose from the black leather couch. I swore under my breath. I wanted to curse him out, the jerk. It was he spoke yet it seemed as a muttering. I was soon enough obeying. While trying not to I was also to figure what time it was. Wasn't there somewhere I had to be right now? It was then Haxsaw snapped his fingers. I heard him speak once.
I dropped on my knees. I was enraged! I was not a dog! Haxsaw soon was stroking my neck and hair. A collar snapped around my neck. The snapping again! I really felt something. Each time the fingers snapped a tingling went up and down my spine. I felt comfortable with the collar on. I reached and felt it. Despite my anger I had a rush of sensations.
All my life, since about age twelve, I wanted to show the others I could do it on my own. I wanted to show I was my own person. A voice said I was not a person. A voice said I was a beautiful woman. I was told to stop fighting my own beauty. I relaxed and listened. I let my hand drop. I suddenly liked the collar.
Haxsaw picked me up. This middle aged man swept me up off the floor as a rag doll! He swung me about with little effort. With grace he set me on the black leather couch. I was with spread legs, one knees bent. My long hair was swept over the arm rest of the couch. Haxsaw sat on the floor and held my hand, kissing it. I still could not figure the time. The music playing was getting me aroused and Haxsaw was sweet. I suddenly wanted to obey anything he told.
I was hearing his voice many times. I gazed into Haxsaw's face yet he never spoke. All along he told me what to do and how to do it. He was kind and so sweet! Oh! I need a man like this. Why looking at his childish, innocent appearance yet hearing his authoritative commands I wanted him badly. I was suddenly very hot.
"Haxsaw. Command me to do anything. I hear and I obey also."
I remember reading other girls said that in secret to him. Not something to admit in company, definitely! I just want, I just wanted to do something. I just simply wanted to please him, in some way. Do you know what I mean? I was not into pain or torture. Rape was out of the question. I was not wanting to be used as a human toilet. I wanted a clean cut command. Bring it on, Haxsaw!
I was placed on display in a store front window. I did not know how I ended yet there I was. I saw friends from school and people who used to go to church with me. I saw a glimpse of dad in the corner of my eye. I was in the same underwear outfit. I was posed like some living mannequin. I was left on display at a storefront window. Out front of the storefront window at our local mall I could see many walking past. I could feel the cool air on my body. I was froze stiff and on display. I waited for Haxsaw to come get me. That was odd yet he was supposed to come, right?
From a darkness I awoke. It sure makes me feel wet.
I was at my computer that weekend. My boyfriend and I broke up last Tuesday. I am alone yet for now the files seem to help. The funny thing is I want and feel the need to dress sexier when listening. At the mall I bought a dog collar. I own no pets.
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