He helps me to my feet and leads me to a side door I had not noticed before. When he opened the door I noticed a toilet, sink and open shower with four spray nozzles, two high and two much lower on the wall. There also was a seat built out of the wall in the corner of the shower. There was a washcloth and a couple towels hung on a rack. "Enjoy girl. I will be out here waiting on you so do not take to long or you will miss your meal."

When I turned on the shower water began spraying against me from all angles. A gasp escaped me as the hot water pounded against the welts and cuts marring my skin. Trying to hurry I began lather my hair quickly when out of nowhere vibrations began not only inside me but also hard against my clit, my legs began to shake and I turned sitting on the seat before I fell to the floor of the shower. My nipples hardened as my breath quickened. "Slut remember you are not allowed to cum or you will feel my displeasure."he yelled through the door. Taking deep breaths I tried to fight the feelings coursing through my body just as the vibrations stopped. Standing back up on unsteady feet I finished washing my hair and began lathering my body with soap as the vibrations began again. I leaned against the wall fighting down the sensations coursing through me as I finished washing and rinsed my body. By the time I turned the water off he had again turned the vibrating balls off and blessedly left them off as I dried off. Realizing there was nothing to put on I wrapped the towel around me before opening the door and stepping back into the room. It took him two steps to cross the room to where I was standing, reaching out he ripped the towel from my body and grabbed one of my tits in his hand squeezing it hard enough to bruise my skin. "Bitch you are never to cover yourself from me unless I tell you that you can. Do I make myself clear?" He gave one last squeeze "Yes Sir, I am sorry Sir." Nodding he turned and walked over to where a plate with a sandwich on it and a glass of juice sat on the floor. "Girl you can sit there and eat while I get a few things done in here." Hunger filled me as I realized it had been quite a while since I last ate. Hungrily I ate the food and gulped down the juice before thinking to look and see what he was doing.

Returning to where I sat on the floor he reached out for the plate and glass, taking them from me he sat them on the table before turning back to me. "Bitch get up on your knees now." I scrambled to do as he said as I want to not give him reason to punish me again. With one hand he reached down and grabbed my hair in his fist tilting my head upwards as he opened his pants with the other one. "Okay slut open your mouth and I will only tell you this one time, if I feel you even thinking about biting me I will knock every tooth out of your mouth. Do you understand me girl?" Nodding as I could not speak because he had rocked his hips forward ramming his cock deep into my mouth. He pulled my hair harder making my neck crane back as he pulled out some before trying to push deep into my throat gagging me to the point I thought I would be sick or pass out from not being able to breath. Moaning deep in his throat he continued before suddenly pulling out demanding that I run my tongue up and down the length of his cock. "Bitch take both my balls into your mouth and suck on them now!" I tried doing as he said but was to slow and all of a sudden I felt a stinging slap on the side of my face. Whimpering I did as he said, my jaw aching as it felt like it was going to break from having to open my mouth so wide. All the time making sure my teeth did not scrape against him. He jerked me back before ramming his cock back into my mouth, his hips rocking faster. "Slut you had better catch every drop of my cum or you will get a lash for every drop you miss." Suddenly I felt him grow even bigger in my mouth just before his hot cum gushed filling my mouth. I tried to swallow quickly but could feel some of it sliding down my chin before falling against my breast. After emptying himself in my mouth he stepped back shaking his head. "Well girl looks like you did not listen very well yet again."With his hand still fisted in my hair he jerked me up and drug me over to a cross bolted against the wall. He grabbed first one hand and then the other cuffing them above my head then did the same to my feet. Stepping back he picked up a bull whip and with each crack a stinging welt rose up along my back. "Bitch I told you what would happen and yet again you did not listen to me. I am tired of repeating myself to you damn it." "I am sorry Sir, it won’t happen again." As quickly as they began the sting of the whip ceased.

He abruptly released me and grabbing my hair in his hand turned pulling me across the room to a table. He reached down and picking me up laid me down on my back before once again cuffing my arms above my head to a bar at the top of the bed. "Open your legs slut." I immediately did as he said. He opened the clothes pin causing me to hold back a strangled scream as blood rushed back hurting momentarily more than the pen did itself. He removed the vibrating ball and then snaking a finger inside me he also removed the other one. My relief of having them removed was short lived when I saw him picking up what looked like a small metal whip and some type electrical device. "Bitch bend your knees up let those knees open wide. Now girl!" I was scared of what he was going to do but in truth my being even more scared of what he would do if I did not mind made me quickly obey him. I noticed a strange almost purple color glow from the object in his hand before the first jolt charged through my body.

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When he came in he kissed me gently on the head and told me to stand up. He ran his hand over my pubic mound and kissed me passionately on the lips. I could tell that he was pleased with the smoothness he felt. He ate dinner in a leisurely way while I served his wine. I had eaten earlier in the day, as instructed, so that I would not have to be punished shortly after a full meal.

When the meal was finished and I had cleared away, I was instructed to go and kneel before the bedroom mirror. I took my position and clasped my hands behind my back. My husband came in and removed the belt from his trousers. It is brown leather, one and a half inches wide and very supple. He has worn the same belt since before I met him and he is never without it. As he folded the belt to take the buckle and opposite end into his firm hand I trembled and tears welled in my eyes before I had received a single stroke. In his strong, firm voice my husband asked me how many strokes I was to receive.

"Sixteen Sir" I replied. He confirmed that I was correct and told me that I must call out the strokes as I received them. My husband raised his arm and I watched the belt in the mirror as it arced down before I heard the crack and felt the awful pain in my right breast. I cried out "one" as I saw the bright red mark rise immediately along the top of my breast. Instead of the second stroke coming immediately, my husband walked round in front of me and positioned himself to strike the other breast. With perfect precision, the second stroke matched the first and I gasped as I called out "two". The punishment continued alternately to my breasts until the ninth stroke when I screamed and clasped my hands to my breasts when the belt hit the same spot for the second or third time. Realising what I had done, I put my hands back behind me as soon as I could, but I forgot to number the stroke. My husband went to the wardrobe where he took a scarf and tied my wrists behind my back. He told me that the last stroke would not be counted because I had not called it, and I would receive an additional two strokes on my vagina for breaking discipline by putting my hands to my breasts. My belting continued. Although I screamed in pain several times, I succeeded in calling the numbers and for the last four strokes, my husband had me lay on my back on the bed so that he could hit the unmarked lower part of my breasts. When this stage of my punishment was finished, my husband kissed each of my bruised and swollen breasts before telling me that I was to kneel in front of the mirror for one hour before punishment continued. He untied my wrists.

As I knelt I watched my breasts change from brilliant red with purple patches, where the blows had overlapped, to a darker colour. They were swollen and different from their usual shape. The stinging pain gradually subsided and the heat seemed to seep from my breasts throughout my body. I had not been forbidden to touch myself so I massaged them gently. The feel of the heat into my hands was so strange, but good as well. As I looked and felt my punished body I feared for what was to come. My husband is a good and kind man and he promised when we married that he would never do me any permanent damage although I would be corrected if I failed to maintain the standards necessary from his wife. I had broken my promise that I would make love to him at any time and in any way that he chose and I was being punished for it. In my heart I knew that he would not break his promise, but I was still frightened of how I could take the vagina punishment that I was due. It would surely be terribly painful and I had already failed to keep position when my breasts were being beaten. I dared not fail him again. Despite the pain in my breasts and the fear for my vagina, I was also excited and when I touched myself between my legs I was very wet. I realised that my time must be coming to an end and I heard my husband in the shower. When he came into the bedroom he was naked and carrying a wooden bar that I had never seen before.

We have a blanket box in the bedroom which has a padded top. It is just about the length of my body and the top of it is about 18 inches high. We have made love on it a few times and I have been spanked across it. My husband placed it in front of the mirror with the scarf underneath it. He instructed me to lie on the box on my back with my crotch level with the end. In this position my head was on the box and I knew that I should look at the mirror. My husband took the bar, which was about two feet long and put it between my knees. There was a leather cuff at each end of the bar and my husband secured them around my legs just above the knee. He then tied my wrists to either end of the scarf so that my hands rested on the floor at either side of the box. I felt very much better when he had done this because I would not now be able to close my legs or try to stop any blows with my hands. With the preparation complete, my husband went to his desk and collected the flogger.

The flogger has a smoothly polished hardwood handle and six square leather tails which are about two feet long. Each of the tails had a single knot tied in it close to the end. My husband made the flogger himself. The leather was sold by a specialist leather shop as bootlaces and the handle belonged to a garden trowel. Although the leather tails are quite thin they fall heavily and the sting that I have felt on my bottom, thighs and breasts was enough to tell me that my vagina would hurt. He positioned himself above me and said "how many strokes are you due?" For an hour I had worried and reflected on my original sixteen and the extra two so I replied "eighteen Sir" without any hesitation or doubt. Once again I was instructed to call out the stroke numbers as they were administered.

I watched in the mirror as his arm rose and the flogger dropped down over his back before whistling through the air and cracking into the lips of my sex. "One" I called immediately and the arm was back up as a gasped. The second stroke made its stinging strike before I started breathing again and I breathed in sharply before I could call out "two". The following three strokes came in quick succession and I let out an involuntary cry before I could call number five. At this point my husband lifted one leg over the box and stood to one side rather than directly over me. The next five strokes still struck me firmly on my vulva, but they were at an angle. My husband then stepped across to the other side of the box and continued. by the time of the fifteenth stroke I was screaming each time the flogger hit me, but I still managed to call out the number. for the last three strokes, my husband straddled the box again. Tears streamed from my eyes so that I could hardly see myself in the mirror, but through the blur the flogger flashed in time with the whistle and crack. Of course I could not see my labia, but it was the only part of my body that I could feel. Fiery pain filled my groin while waves of ecstasy flooded my body as I called the last stroke. My husband released me and as he lifted me onto the bed I felt his erection press into the side of my body. Without a second of hesitation, he spread my legs and thrust his full length into my burning vagina. His body pressed down onto me and I was aware again of my bruised breasts chafed by his wiry chest hair. He kissed me deeply and passionately as he pounded my punished vagina. Within seconds I orgasmed so intensely that I felt that I was close to losing consciousness. Orgasm after orgasm flooded me and then my husband lifted my knees and pressed his penis into my bottom. There was little resistance as his soaked penis entered me and I remembered wondering whether my tighter hole was nicer for him than my vagina, or if the punishment had made my swollen vulva a more satisfying place than it might usually be. After a few hard thrusts of his full length into my anus he commanded "mouth"and withdrew with a loud plopping sound. I turned instantly to take him in my mouth and he grabbed my hair as he pushed himself right into my throat. There were just one or two thrusts before I felt his penis throb and he ejaculated. As his semen started to spurt into my throat he pulled back a little so that he filled my mouth. I kept my lips tight round him and made sure that I swallowed every drop before licking him thoroughly clean.

When I had finished my husband kissed me on the mouth. I thanked him for my punishment and for the wonderful lovemaking. I promised him that I would never again refuse him sex whenever, wherever and however he wanted it. He said "I know". We pulled the bed covers over us and went to sleep in each others arms. I was wakened again twice during the night for him to take me. Each time he ejaculated into my mouth after penetrating me anally. I had never felt more loved or wanted in my life.

I was very sore the next day and I had some difficulty in walking due to the pain between my legs as I did so. The marks remained for a long time although they changed colour daily. For the next several days my husband had intercourse with me vaginally although he always finished in my mouth and sometimes he had me anally as well. I am sure he enjoyed penetrating my swollen and discoloured vagina more than when it was in its normal state.

The bruises on my breasts were visible for more than two weeks. There was one permanent change from that day. I am now required to keep my pubic area completely free of hair. I receive a waxing every three weeks and I am now having electrolysis to permanently remove the hair growth. I hid my marks from the lady who does my hair removal on the first time that I was waxed, but now I have been several times. I always have the same person to do the work and she has certainly seen the results of my punishments by now. Although we talk all the time as she works, she has never mentioned the marks on my bottom. I was very self conscious about it at first, but I am not any more. I don't suppose she will ever mention it. I never will.

For several days after my punishment I felt the tenderness each time I put on my knickers or bra. I was aware of the swelling and sensitivity every step I took and each time I leant over a table or work surface. When it came to my maintenance I felt the spanking differently from usual on the fading cane marks on my bottom. As I knelt before the mirror for my husband to urinate in my mouth I glanced sideways and saw my purple and yellow streaked breasts. I felt so happy and secure that my husband loved me so well and cared for me so thoroughly. When he had emptied his bladder into me and I had kissed and licked him clean he told me about the feedback that he had received from my punishment writing.

I had been required to invite reader comment on what might be done to me for my disobedience. I didn't know if anybody would be interested in what I had written or whether they would respond, but I did have some apprehension about it. My husband said that he had many suggestions. Mostly he did not consider them appropriate, but he would tell me about them over the coming weeks. However, he had decided to introduce one suggestion. This was called 'rimming'.

When my husband taught me what this meant it was the most incredible experience that I shall never forget. I was told to shower and then bend over the blanket box in front of the mirror. When my husband entered the bedroom, I looked in the mirror to see if I could see anything in his hand, but I could not. As he approached I prepared for something painful to happen, but I could not think what it would be. Then he knelt behind me, grasped my buttocks in his large hands and parted them. As I gazed at the mirror in apprehension he leant forward until his face was right into my bottom and suddenly I felt the warm, wet feel of his tongue on my anus. I gasped with surprise and then drew in a breath as his tongue probed into me. The sensation was indescribable when the tip of his tongue twirled around the entrance to my rear hole. he probed and wriggled it; he licked at the entrance and inside then penetrated his stiff and pointed tongue before bobbing his head in and out in a kind of motion of intercourse. I moaned in ecstasy and disbelief. The sensation was heavenly and wicked at the same time. I knew that this was not my rightful position. My role, my very reason for being, is to pleasure my husband, to serve him and to meet his sexual needs. That is the way that I gain my pleasure and now I was being serviced by him in the most unbelievable and beautiful way. I loved it, but I longed for it to stop. It was not right for my husband to be on his knees behind me and for his proud face to be in my bottom. Orgasm overwhelmed me as my husband massaged my clitoris with one hand and my breast with the other as his tongue tickled my nerve ends until I could think of nothing. Spasm after spasm convulsed me and I felt his tongue being nipped by my convulsing sphincter. He guided me to the bed, laid me down and kissed me passionately on my lips. Our tongues entwined and I sucked gently on his in an instinctive need to clean it although there was no hint of where it had been. My husband told me that this was rimming and in future I would do it to him during my maintenance session each week. After my spanking and when I had done my urinal duty I would rim him until he indicated to me to stop. It must be done in this order because he had no doubt that the rimming would bring him to erection and he intended to follow it immediately by using me as he wished.

 

            I have been feeling her ass, and even grabbed her around the waist a few times over the past two weeks.  I have been just waiting for a chance like today.  I asked her to come in on a Saturday morning to finish some year-end reports.  During the off-season, no one works on Saturdays, and I will have her all to myself.  I got to the office about an hour before I told her to get there, just to set some things up.  She showed up right on time, and I met her at the door.  Since it was a Saturday, and the office was closed, I locked the door after I let her in.  I turned toward her, and she was wearing very tight jeans with sequins on the back pockets.  Like she needed any further design on that ass.  I grabbed both cheeks, and told her that was how I would greet her at the door.  She leaned back into me and wiggled her ass a bit.  "Do you like my jeans?" she asked.  "Nice and shiny, like a special candy wrapper" I said.  That brought a smile and glance over the shoulder, while I still was feeling those buns.  We headed upstairs to the office and to those reports.

 

            The reports did not take long.  Since we finished early, she decided to clear out and organize some of the old files.  I had them stacked at the back of my counter.  As she reached way over the counter to get those files, I turned around and started caressing her ass.  She wiggled back into me, and purred.  As she moved the files, she uncovered my prep work from earlier that morning.  "What is this?" she asked.  "That is a just a little bit more work that needs to be done,” I said.  I had run some Velcro bondage straps down behind the counter and tied them to the top brackets underneath.  I grabbed both her wrists, and strapped the Velcro around each.  She was fully stretched out over the countertop, with her feet just on the floor.  She would have had to stand on her toes if it wasn't for the 4" black heals she was wearing.  "I don't know about this", she said a bit concerned.  "If you don't like this, then you can just walk away"  She pulled on the straps, but they would not move.  I had checked them over several times, and made sure she would not be able to get away.  "Well, since you are still here, I assume you don't want to leave".  She started to protest, but I started getting busy by then, and really wasn't listening anymore.

           

I pressed my already straining cock into the crack of her ass, pinning her even harder against the counter.  I could see that this may be a problem so I tucked a folded towel on the edge of the top.  After all, I would not want to bruise this merchandise.  I slid my hands up under her shirt all the way to her shoulders pushing her shirt up as I moved up her back.  I did a little massage, then moved back down to her bright blue bra.  I unhooked the clasp, and I swear I heard her give a little moan.  I caressed down her sides, and reached under her and slid her bra up over her perky little titties.  For the first time I felt her bare breasts, and gently pinched and twisted her nipples.  I was not sure if it was the cold top, or the excitement, but those nipples were hard enough to scratch my desktop.  I did notice there was no longer any protests, nor did she try to pull away from my caresses.  I was still standing behind her, grinding my now very hard cock into her ass.  I slid my hands lightly down her sides toward those shiny candy wrapper jeans.  As I did, she did jump a little ...  ticklish - make a mental note of that one for future references.

 

            After running my hands over her hips, and as far down on the outside of her legs as I could, I slid my hands to the inside of her legs, and began running them up her inner thighs.  Again, no fight, no protest.  I reached the cheeks of her ass, and slid one hand right into the crotch of her jeans.  I rubbed her pussy through her jeans once or twice before I slid my hands up and over her ass, around her hips, and reached under her to her belt buckle.  I undid her buckle, the button on her jeans, and her zipper.  I reached in to her pants, and could feel that she was wearing lace panties of some sort.  Did I hear another moan?  I slowly pulled her jeans back and down.  Even though I had grabbed and caressed that ass many times over the last couple of weeks, I was not nearly prepared for how delicious her bare ass checks looked with only a black string thong with a silver dragonfly clasp as adornment.  Candy wrapper jeans was an understatement.  I had to take off her shoes one at a time to remove her jeans then put each of the heals back on, after just a small kiss on the bottom of the foot.

 

            There she was, her shirt pushed up to her shoulders and only in her thong and heals.  I dropped down to my knees and kissed the back of her knees.  I dragged my tongue up the back of her leg until I reached the curve of her ass, then I did the same to the other leg.  I slid my hand up her inner thigh until I reached her pussy.  She was already very hot, and very wet.  I began playing and exploring her pussy with my hand while I was kissing and licking her ass.  I grabbed her thong and pulled it down and off.  I took the thong, and rubbed her pussy with it to absorb some of those juices.  I put it under my nose and took a good whiff of her intoxicating scent.  I reached back under her and began to play with her pussy again.  I spread her lips, and could see her juicy pink hole.  Her swollen clit was poking out, but I was careful not to touch that yet, even though I would rub my fingers up to it, just not too close.  I pulled my hand back and spread her ass cheeks apart to get a better look at her little ass hole.  What a beautiful chocolate starfish.  When I spread her cheeks apart, she adjusted her legs further apart to give me better access.  I leaned in and planted a kiss right on her asshole, and licked right around the rim.  She clearly moaned and arched her back to push her ass back further onto my tongue.  My hand reached back down, and this time I went right in for the clit.  My tongue followed down, and I began drinking in some of those juices that all my attention was creating.  No candy has ever tasted this good.  I was rubbing her clit with my fingers, while I was licking her pussy and asshole.  I would alternate sticking my tongue as far as I could in which ever hole I as at.  She as moaning and breathing heavily now, and pulling very hard on the restraints.  Her first orgasm hit, and I could feel the juices running down my arm.  My God this woman was so hot.  I licked up as much of her nectar as I could reach.  I could see juices running down her inner thigh, so I dropped lower and licked it up.

 

            I stood up, and reached down and removed my jeans and my fleece shirt.  It was way to hot in here for those.  I grabbed her foot and pulled it up.  I removed her shoe, licked the bottom of her foot, then moved it down to rub it on my hard cock.  I put her shoe back on and placed the head of my cock at her pussy lips.  I just barely put pressure on her pussy.  She moaned and pushed back, but with the restraints, she could not move back very far.  "What do you want?" I asked.  She moaned again, well almost a growl. 

"Come on, quit teasing me!" she yelled at me. 

"Tell me what you want,” I said. 

"You know what I want, come on"

I pushed just the head of my cock into her pussy, then stopped again.  "Is that what you want?"

"No, I want all of it" and she was pulling hard on the straps, trying to jerk back.

 I slapped her bare ass "Now behave yourself, or I will send you home right now"

She gasped, but stopped jerking on the straps.  "No don't send me home yet"

"OK, now what do you want"

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, slam your cock into me, slap my ass, pinch my tits, I don't care what you do to me, just do me!"

 

            With that, I slammed my full length into her pussy.  It was so wet and slippery, it went in with no problem.  I had my cock buried deep into her tight wet pussy.  She felt better than I could imagine, but I could not enjoy the feeling for very long.  After just a second or two, I pulled almost all the way out, and started fucking her, trying to go slow, but this was about as much self-restraint as I had in me.  I had both hands on her hips, and was pumping in and out of the juiciest pussy I have ever seen.  She was moaning and breathing in time with my thrusting.  I reached down and rubbed her juices up and onto her asshole.  I had such a wonderful view from this angle.  I started rubbing and caressing her ass and the rim of her asshole.  She was pushing her ass back to match my rhythm.  I pushed one finger just to the first knuckle into her asshole.  She was supplying plenty of lubricant, and it slid in very easy.  She moaned ever louder, and pushed back harder.  I pulled my finger out, lubed it again with her juices and pushed it further into her asshole.  By now she was really into it.  She was gasping loud with each thrust, and pushing her ass back faster and as hard as she could.  I was picking up my pace and fucking her hard.  With my finger now buried as far into her asshole as I could reach, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy through her thin slippery membrane. 

 

            We were both breathing hard and in time, faster and faster.  I was thrusting as hard and as deep into her as I could.  I could feel the pressure building and I knew I was soon going to give this woman even more juices in that already wet pussy.  I could feel the explosion building from my toes to my fingertips.  I pulled my finger out of her asshole, and grabbed both her hips and pulled her onto me as the same time I did one last lunge with my hips.  I grunted and came deep into her pussy with a load that just didn't want to stop.  At the same time, she was almost yelling and her legs were almost vibrating they were shaking so hard.  I could feel her pussy contract and grab right a hold of my cock and milk ever once of cum I had.  I held her hips pulling hard, and kept my cock buried as deep in that pussy as I could, God this felt so good.

 

            We stayed like that for a minute or two, then I started to come back to reality.  I caressed her butt some, then rubbed up her back and massaged a little on her back and shoulders, but she was silent.  It was at that point that I completely realized what I had done.  I had forcefully restrained this woman and took advantage of her in that situation.  Was she angry?  Would she now quit her job and leave me, or worse?  What had I done?  I pulled out of her, and quickly put my pants back on.  I reached up and undid the Velcro on the straps and freed her.  She stood up straight and stretched out her back.  I must say I as very nervous, but as she stretched back I had a great glimpse of her neatly trimmed pussy hair.  this woman is so incredibly sexy.  I thought, well here it comes, she is going to threaten to quit or lawsuit, or whatever.  Instead she was silent.  She kicked off her shoes, reached down and pulled her pants on, put her shoes back on, walked over to her office and put her jacket on.  She headed out of the office and headed downstairs to the front door.  I followed, not a word was muttered.  When she reached the door, she unlocked it, opened it and stood with her butt against the door. 

 

            "Come here" she said.  I walked up to her not really sure what direction this was going to go.  She planted a long, lingering kiss on my lips, and just brushed her tongue against mine.  My knees that were already weak, almost gave out on that kiss. 

"That was very nasty of you, and just so you are not totally unprepared, I will get even with you” she said as she reached between my legs and grabbed a handful of my balls and rubbed up my cock.  With that she said, "Have a nice weekend", turned and walked out the door.  I stood in the door, watched her walk to her car, get in and start to pull away.  As she was driving by the door looking in at me, I saw a big smile come across her face as she saw me standing there with her thong held up to my nose.  I can't wait until the day she gets her revenge.

 

        It would only get worse.

        I showered, shampooing my hair, washing my feet and armpits, carefully cleaning my arse and pussy, checking for any unwanted hair. The Master liked my bald pussy, the smoothness of my skin, the unobstructed view it gave him. I dried my hair and carefully tied it up, knowing it would become tangled and disheveled by nighttime. Then I inserted my butt plug, and even though there was no one there to see or hear, I practiced staying quiet as I pushed it in, feeling my sphincter muscles grip it.

        Then, my costume. The tight black corset pushed my breasts practically to my chin, but I was getting used to it. The stiff black skirt hid little, especially when I bent over, which was often in my household chores. Lastly, stockings, lacy garters and my shoes with their vicious heels.

        I made my way downstairs to the breakfast room. It was a big house, and old, with numerous rooms for eating and entertaining. The Master and Mistress were not yet up, of course, and I busied myself preparing their breakfast. My first meal would be my Master’s cum, and I hungered for it. The butt plug was slowly becoming a familiar presence, though it was hard to ignore the way it constantly played with my nerve endings. It felt like being constantly played with.

        The Toy, as I called him, watched me in this duty. His hot gaze probed every cell on my body, more intimate than any touch. I ignored him as best I could. We were not permitted to speak to each other, but would have nothing nice to say if we could.

        The Master and Mistress appeared and I poured them coffee. After they had eaten and were talking lightly over the morning papers, the Toy and I got down on our knees and did our most important morning duty. I parted the Master’s dressing gown and took out his soft cock. With the skill I had learnt over the years, and the extra touches the Master had taught me he liked, I licked and sucked him to his full, hard thickness, before engulfing him with my mouth. I felt his hand on my hand, absently stroking as one would an obedient dog, as I sucked and licked. When the Master’s cock stiffened and spurted hot salty cum into my mouth I swallowed it all and cleaned his cock before putting it back inside his dressing gown. He ignored me during all this, his conversation with his wife barely interrupted by his orgasm, or hers. I relished this feeling of being used and beneath his notice.

        I cleaned the house room by room, not in one day but over the course of the week, and prepared the meals. The Toy worked in the grounds, washed windows, chopped wood, ran baths, dressed his Mistress and did other mundane tasks. He usually wore only black leather pants and his slave collar, but when the Master and Mistress entertained he wore only a butt plug and a hard-on. He would walk amongst the guests, regulars all, and let them play with his stiff cock, his taut arse, teasing and taunting him, twisting the butt plug and flicking his balls. I loved watching this torment, it was the only time I had such satisfaction. He made sure I had none when he raped me for the Master and Mistress’ pleasure.

        But at such parties I too was part of the entertainment. I kept my costume on, and would have a string of beads in my vagina. The guests could play with me too, pinching my nipples, tugging on the string dangling from my pussy, lightly touching my clit, trying to make me orgasm because then they could watch my punishment. Before such parties, the Master would instruct me to let so-and-so make me cum, because he wanted to punish me for their enjoyment. I would let my tray fall for extra effect, the loud crash announcing victory for the guest who succeeded.

        The Master would storm through the crowd, the anger on his face making me tremble with fear and thrilling anticipation. Grabbing me by the hair, he would march me over to the fireplace and tie my hands to the mounted candlesticks at either end, and order me to spread my legs. He would pick up the whip off the mantlepiece and, with a snap, strike me again and again until my arse burned red with welts. Some of the blows would snake between my legs and sting my pussy. Through all this I shook and wept and pressed my mouth into my arm to keep my cries muffled.

        The best such evenings were ones when the Toy would orgasm before me. Once, his cum spurted high in the air and hit a woman in the face. She claimed the right to punish him. His hands were bound together and drawn up towards the ceiling, where a rope tied them in place to a hook placed there for that purpose. In this way the guests could surround him and watch his cock grow as his arse was whipped.

        There were several such parties in my first week, mostly because the Master wanted to show me off. At the end of that first week, though, he had a house guest.

        A man about the same age as the Master, with dark blond hair and a quick laugh. The Master called him Sam, but I was to call him Sir.

        I had to dust the study the day Sir arrived, and had put it off till the afternoon because the Master had waylaid me before lunch, catching sight of my rosy arse cheeks, striped with whip marks, and the tassel dangling from my butt plug, as I went up the stairs. He caught me by the hips, put a hand to my neck and pushed my face into the stair carpet, and unplugged my arse. A second later I heard him unzip and then he was forcing his cock into me. I felt like I was being split apart, despite the plug that I’d worn all week, but the excitement of being pushed to the ground and assaulted made me wet and relaxed after the first moment of excruciating pain. The Master thrust and grunted and came. He withdrew with a pop and shoved the plug back in like he would a cork into a wine bottle, and left me. I got up, shaking, my heart still racing, and resisted the temptation to finger my sopping pussy.

        Now, though, I had to clean the Master’s study, and it could not be put off just because he was in there with a friend.

        I knocked and opened the door. They ignored me, sitting across from each other in big armchairs, sipping whiskey, swapping tall tales. I went about my chore, dusting with a big feather duster.

        “Good God, what a tasty arse!” I heard Sir say. My face burned with the humiliation but I gave no indication that I’d heard.

        The Master chuckled. “One of the best,” he said, and I would have gladly done anything for him then and there upon hearing it.

        There was a rustle of movement behind me and then I felt fingers touching still-tender lash marks. I stilled, and carefully went back to dusting. The fingers moved down to the tassel hanging from my butt plug, and knocked it. I closed my eyes against the torment of pleasure it caused and struggled to keep my breathing even.

        As I dusted I moved away from Sir and glanced at the Master. He watched his friend play with me with a pleased smile, as if I were a gift. The hope that the Master would jealously keep me to himself was short-lived.

        Sir followed me, running his hands over my backside and slipping his fingers between my legs. He played with my pussy lips and let his finger slip into my juices. He laughed.

        “She’s so wet! No wonder you’ve been keeping her all to yourself.”

        “It’s not easy to share a new plaything when first you get it,” the Master replied. “But it’s been a week. I suppose I could be encouraged to share her just this once.”

        I wanted to fall on my knees and beg him not to say so. I had signed a contract binding me to the Master and Mistress, but nowhere did it say they could not let their friends have their fun with me too. There was nothing I could do. Like the Toy, Sir could have me any way he pleased.

        “But I insist on watching,” the Master added.

        Sir laughed again. “I know what you like, you old dog. You’re welcome to watch.”

        The Master got up. “After dinner, then.”

        Sir reluctantly let me go. “Agreed.”

        They walked out then, neither having spoken to me nor so much as looked at my face, where I’m sure the Master would have been displeased to see the tears glittering in the corner of my eyes, the flush on my cheeks.

        At five o’clock I cooked dinner for three and served them in the dining room. Sir groped me at every opportunity. The Toy, standing against the wall near his Mistress, watched with a gleam in his eye, always happy to see me tormented.

        When their plates were cleared and while they chatted on, the Toy and I ate in the kitchen, both of us with an ear cocked toward the door, in case we were summoned.

        The Master called for me. The Toy smirked. I slapped him; he reacted quickly, grabbing my wrist and plunging his thick, well-practiced forefinger up my pussy. I whimpered, staring into his cruel black eyes, his dark handsome face gloating at my predicament. He could make me cum, and then I would be punished. Hell, I’d probably be punished for my tardiness anyway, what would one orgasm matter? But the Master would be disappointed. It had only been a week. If he was displeased he could change his mind, terminate the contract, turn me out. I wanted to serve him and obey him, and in this he had been explicit: no orgasm without permission.

        I kneed the Toy in the balls and without staying to watch him double over in pain, I rushed out to attend to the Master. I would pay for that another day.

        The Master frowned at me as I went to my knees by his chair. “You are not very prompt this evening.”

        “Forgive me, Master.”

        “Doesn’t give excuses,” Sir commented. “I like that.”

        The Master smiled grimly; he had trained me not to. He grabbed my hair and made me look up at him, studying my face as if he could read the history, the time and place, of every orgasm I’d ever had. And, I thought, he probably could. But I had not cum, and he had to be satisfied with that. “Come.”

        I followed the Master and Sir up the stairs to the guest bedroom, somewhat glad not to be led into the basement, where the whips and chains were. I did not want that from this man who was not my Master.

        The Master sat in an armchair in the corner of the room, in the shadows where I could barely see him, and watched. With him taking note of everything, I could not displease Sir. I could not disappoint or embarrass the Master like that. If I could perform well with the Toy, I could do better with Sir.

        Sir was less friendly now that he had me in the bedchamber. He pulled my skirt down in a single swift movement, wrapped his hand around my neck and kissed me with such force my lips were bruised. His tongue pushed through my lips and scoured the inside of my mouth. His other hand gripped my arse in a crushing grip, and squeezed. I squeaked, and Sir laughed. He pulled my arse cheeks apart and massaged them, pulling me against him and grinding his erection into me. Then he pushed me to my knees and drew his cock from his pants. Its big purple head pushed at my lips and I dutifully opened my mouth, mindful of the Master’s eyes on me. I sucked on his hard shaft, running my tongue along the vein and fondling his balls. He started panting and I thought he would cum when he suddenly thrust me away. He hauled me up and, sitting in a chair, draped me over his lap. With a loud smack his hand landed on my arse, first one cheek, then the other. I squirmed, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want anyone to punish me but the Master, but that wasn’t in our contract either. Sir pulled out the plug, rimming me with his tongue and probing me with his finger. He smacked me when I struggled. The feel of his tongue sent a confusing mix of pleasure and revulsion through me, like what I felt when the Toy had me for the Master and Mistress’ entertainment. Finally he picked me up, threw me onto the bed and plunged his cock into my pussy. I tried to get away; he growled and brought my hands together, holding them above my head. His thrusts were swift, hard and powerful. My pussy had been aching for cock all week, but I had never thought it would be anyone but the Master who filled it. Worse, my body was betraying me. My hole was wet and slick, my clit buzzing, my whole body buzzing as I cried out with each hard thrust.

        Sir pulled out and pushed the head of his dick against my back hole. It eased in, well lubricated with my own juices, and pinned me to the bed. Sir put his lips to my nipples and licked and bit them. I gasped and cried out, called out “Please Sir! No Sir!” to his immense satisfaction. He lifted my hips and buried his cock to the hilt, as deep as it could go. His cock pummeled my arse mercilessly, his balls slapping against my arse cheeks. Sir’s finger found my clit and rubbed it; he said hoarsely, “Come for me, little slave.” I could no longer hold back. With a cry I came, the orgasm washing over me, making me momentarily blind but still conscious enough to feel Sir stiffen and come inside me.

        Sir helped me up, looking me in the eyes with a satisfied smile, and led me over to the Master. I knelt at his feet, waited with caught breath for his approval.

        The Master stood up, his erection straining the front of his pants, and bid me bend over the armchair. Holding me firmly by the hips, he took me up my well-lubed arse, fucking me for his own release and to claim me back. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and ordered me to turn around offer my mouth. I hungrily took his big slick cock in my mouth and sucked him till he shot his load down my throat. He still had hold of my head, so I kept him in my mouth while he grew soft once more, and looked up at him. He smiled down at me, pleased with his sex slave, and withdrew. I hid my disappointment, my longing. I missed his cock in my mouth already, but as I watched him put it away, I knew I would have it in my mouth again come morning.

 

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The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

Chapter 4

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Raisa was dragged along sobbing. She shivered as the massive iron door creaked open to the main house. The things that she had already witnessed were overwhelming. She was so innocent. She had her whole life ahead of her. She had never dreamed that women or men could be used as slaves, and yet here, she was thrust in the middle of it. She longed so to go home. And now she had lost her protection, Bella. She hoped that Bella was all right. In fact, she hoped she even saw her again. She was not sure of anything. She had heard what Zorg said about not abusing her. She hoped it was true. She was a virgin. She had never been touched anywhere. She could not imagine being forced.

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As the door slammed shut, the servants came running, all scantily dressed. Raisa noticed as she cowered behind Zorg that the women were very beautiful, and the men very handsome. They all looked fit and well cared for even if they were slaves. She relaxed a bit and tried to catch her breath.

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One of the slave girls stepped forward.Â

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"Sir, a new slave?"Â She eyed Raisa up and down.

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Raisa cringed at the stare.

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"Yes, she is new. But she is here to serve me, only me. In fact, there are two new slaves that I brought home. They are both solely for my pleasure and will not be shared among you slaves. Is that understood?"

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           The slaves that had gathered bowed and all chimed. "Yes, Sir."

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Zorg released Raisa's arm. He pushed her in the direction of the slave girl that had stepped forward.

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"Take her upstairs to my quarters. Draw a hot bath and bathe her."

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           Zorg looked at a male slave, rather young and very virile. Muscles rippled over his chest.

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"You will go help her. After she is clean and bathed, you both will bring her to my quarters and present her to me. Make sure she has something to eat also."

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Raisa heard Zorg's words and wanted to scream. Bathe me??? A man? The girl slave was fine but a man?

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           She was horrified but afraid to say anything. She feared for her life.

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The male and female slave stepped to either side of Raisa and grabbed her arms to lead her to the Master's quarters. Zorg disappeared through a side door.

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The stone stairs wound around and around. Raisa hardly had the energy to climb them. She was so exhausted. There were torches that lit the stair well. The main house must have been at least three stories. Raisa had never seen anything so huge. The three of them stopped on what seemed to be the second floor. They turned to go down a long hall. At the end of the hall, Raisa could see two large doors, torches on either side, with two large iron lion heads attached to them. The male slave unlatched the handles and pulled the door open.

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Inside, the room was filled with the light from a roaring fire. The huge lanterns on the wall had the room well lit. It was warm, cozy, and definitely masculine. A large bearskin rug lay on the floor beside a large feather bed. It was the largest bed Raisa had ever seen. The bedposts were as large around as any well grown tree. They were carved and ornate. The headboard was carved also and reached the ceiling just like the bedposts. There were curtains attached between each bedpost that could be pulled together for privacy.

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Raisa shuddered as she noticed shackles on the four bedposts. She even noticed some kind of harness hanging in the corner of the room. There were various and sundry gadgets on the wall, but she had never seen any of them before. She did, however, notice a crop that was mounted and displayed.

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    The other walls of the room had ornate swords displayed, and mounted animal heads. A good hunter, Zorg must have been. There was a tiger's head, a lion's head, elephant tusks, and various other animals’ trophies on the wall of the room.Â

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In front of the hearth was a large leather sofa, with a table and chair beside it. Raisa was pushed into it. She did not speak. She was either too tired or too scared.

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The large while sofa was soft and very comfortable. Raisa laid back to catch her breath. She was so tired.

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The two slaves disappeared through another door and Raisa heard the sound of running water. The two slaves chattered as they worked but Raisa could not hear what they were saying. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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"Wake up! You must get your bath."Â The slave girl was shaking Raisa.Â

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Raisa drowsily opened her eyes and came back to reality. She sat straight up on the sofa. The female had a cup of broth and a slice of bread. She put them down on the table in front of Raisa.

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           "You must eat quickly. I must bathe you and Jamon is going to help me." She said.

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           Raisa pulled back. "NO! Does he have to stay?"

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"Master ordered it, so it must be. We will not hurt you."

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"Oh, please make him go!" Raisa whined. She had never undressed before a man. He had to be at least in his twenties. She was so embarrassed at the thought of having to disrobe in front of him.

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           "I cannot. If I do, I shall be punished. He must stay and help." The girl said.

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Raisa leaned forward and raised the broth to her lips. It was steaming. Her mind raced as she sipped it to figure out a way to get away from these two slaves. There was no where to go. She was a captured animal.  She gulped the broth down and swallowed the last bit of bread as the female slave reached to pull her to her feet.

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           Raisa started to pull away from the girl's grasp. She struggled but to no avail. Jamon came over and took her other arm and they pulled her to her feet and into the adjacent room.

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The large stone bathing pool was steaming. There were bottles of oil and other scents lined beside it. Jamon held Raisa as the female slipped her tunic over her head. Raisa blushed. She watched as Jamon's eyes perused her body. She was standing face to face with him as he held her arms. His eyes traveled the length of her body. Raisa's breasts were small and tear-dropped, firm and the nipples now strutted as the cool air hit them. Raisa wanted to cover herself.

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Jamon's eyes traveled farther down. He smiled when they got to her sex. She only had wisps of pubic hair. Her sex lips were thin and pouty.

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   "Oh what a treasure you will be for the Master!" He smiled as he said it. "I am going to enjoy presenting you to him! I wonder what lies inside those lips."

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Raisa's eyes closed for she did not want to hear that. She bit her lip to keep her mouth shut for she was at his mercy. She was afraid to say anything that might ignite him.

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The girl grabbed her arm again and the two slaves pulled Raisa down the stairs into the bathing pool. It did feel delicious.Â

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They splashed the water over her body. Jamon reached for a bottle of oil. He also picked up a small brush and a cloth.

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"Hold her while I soap her up," he said to the female slave.

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The female pinned Raisa's arms back so her chest stood up. It pushed her breasts forward as the nipples stood straight out. Jamon took the brush, poured some oil on it, and proceeded to scrub Raisa's shoulders. The bristles were soft. The oil lathered and slid down her chest. The brush slid over her nipples. Back and forth. Back and forth. Raisa fought and whined but the female slave had such a hold on her that she could not free herself. She had the strangest feeling when the bristles of the brush touched her nipples. It was almost pleasant and she had a strange sensation in her groin. She did not understand it.

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Jamon worked on her nipples, teasing them with the brush and trying to rub the oil into them. Raisa squirmed and wiggled. He put the brush back on the ledge and used his hands and fingers on her nipples, rubbing them in circles and pinching them. Raisa noticed a tingling in her groin. It was throbbing.

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"Now, there, they are nice and clean. Pull her back so we can bathe her sex. Let's put her on the ledge." Jamon said.

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Raisa's eyes widened.

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"NO! Please! NO!" she begged.

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"Good idea," the female slave replied.

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The two slaves tugged her to the side of the bathing pool. Raisa fought like an animal but was plopped down on her back on the ledge with her legs dangling into the pool from her knees down. The girl pushed her shoulders down and held the there. Jamon perched right between her legs smiling.

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"Now we shall get a look at what lies inside those little pink lips of yours." he chuckled.

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           Raisa tried to kick him. Her legs flailed around and were caught by the female and held tightly, her knees bent. Jamon pushed her legs open. Tears stung Raisa's face. She was lathered with the soap and scrubbed. Once the soap was rinsed off, Raisa felt Jamon's fingers opening her sex.

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           "Okay, now we can look," he said.

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The lips spread way back, the female slave bent closer, as Jamon inspected Raisa's sex closely. His finger slid through the wetness, as Raisa cried.

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           "It is innocent and fresh," Jamon told the female. "It's pink, and she is wet!"

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           The female slave giggled. "Oh she will like being wet!"

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Jamon reached to spread her sex wider and took a finger to push back the hood of Raisa's clit. Raisa gasped when his finger grazed it. She had never felt that before.

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"Look, it is hard! It is truly beautiful erect, isn't it? It is a great size for Master to play with or suck. I wish I could have her." Jamon said.Â

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           "WELL, YOU CANNOT!"

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           A booming voice filled the room. Jamon jumped to attention and the female slave let go of Raisa's legs and arms. They turned to see their Master standing in the doorway.

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Zorg stood there with his arms crossed glaring at them.

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"I told you to bring her to me! You were to bathe her and bring her to me!!" He shouted angrily.

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"Yes, Sir, that is what we are doing!" Jamon answered. "She is ready, Sir!"

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Very well, bring her to my bed and you may go." Zorg commanded.

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The slaves jumped about, rinsing Raisa as she continued to sniff and sob. They dried her, applied some soothing oil to her body which smelled heavenly. It made her relax and it felt so good as they rubbed her aching muscles. They carried her into the Master's room and laid her in the big feather bed. Zorg was standing with his back to them in front of the fire.

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"You are dismissed." Zorg grumbled.

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"Yes, Sir," the two slaves responded in unison. They hurried out of the room, closing the big door behind them.

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All Raisa could remember was opening her eyes for a moment from the bed to see Zorg staring down at her. She drifted off into a deep sleep.

As I entered the bathroom Ben ran up behind me and tackle me to the floor. He said, "Dan and I have a surprise for you." Just then Dan came bursting in with my older sister on his shoulder. Then Ben punch me in the stomach four or five times, then he grabbed my drained nuts and squeezed. I could do nothing as Dan pined my sisters shoulders under his legs and fed her his cock. Soon after Ben did the same to me, a few minutes later they both fucked our skulls so hard he vomited all over ourselves. "Don’t fuck with us today," Dan yelled. They then walked out.

My sister Tracey, is 5'6", weights 125 lbs, has short dark hair, the cutest little minx like nose, the most leveling hazel eyes, a sloppy sexy ass like Rachel Ray, the biggest dark nipples on a wall ever, and has never shaved her pussy or pits, very light skin with dark little feminine hairs all over and is bitchy and has been a tease to Dan and Ben many times.

I turned to see a look of sheer joy on Tracey’s face, she turned to me and saw the same look. I then moved closer and licked some of her vomit out of her delectable ear. I moved to licking the rest of her face and she did the same. As soon as we had each other just about clean mistress N came storming in, in a cop uniform, "you two are late and will answer to me now," she said. She then pulled out her night stick that had a dildo on the long end. She jammed it in my mouth and ordered Tracey to put cuffs on me. Handcuffed and blind folded, she led us to the jail cell in the basement, locked the door and left. Tracey and I climbed onto the bottom bunk and began to spoon and fall asleep.

We awoke to see Butch, a large Bull Mastive lying in the corner of the cell. Tracey climbed down to him and began to rub his belly. "What are you doing that for," I asked. Tracey replied, "well if he is going to fuck you ass he need to be hard, duuuuu." I said, "fine but I better get finally get to eat your pussy and ass." "Duuuuu silly, of course," she yelped. I leaped down, sat behind her and began to rub her nipples and kiss her neck. She had the dog hard now and climbed onto all fours, I did the same. I spit in my hand and rubbed it on my hole as the dog walked behind me. He walked over me and I guided his large cock into my hole, screaming as it entered. Tracey giggled at my screaming and then gasped as it unleashed my tongue on her very wet and tasty pussy. It tasted so yummy and I could smell it all through her hair, it almost made the brutal pounding on my ass seem meager. By the time the dog had filled my ass, my face was dripping wet and I had four fingers easily sliding in. The dog left and laid down in the corner, I then moved to licking her cute little hairy asshole. It is so beautiful looking, the way it starts with a dark yummy center and fades on her cheeks. I tasted heavenly as I licked a few dingle berries. "Finish it," she yelled. So I spit on my protruding hand and jammed it in up to my wrist. Her scream and massive orgasm felt wonderful squeezing my wrist, I sopped up the escaping juices. I pulled out my hand to leave a gapping hole in the dark hairy fault. I quickly moved in with my cock and began to pee in her gash. She turned and said, "you nasty little cunt." 10 seconds later it

full so I laid down under her and watched it poor onto my face. "Take a seat," I said and her big ass lowered onto my face. My tongue danced over her crack once again, tasting better than before now that it had a fresh coat of sweat. After a few tasty licks she got off my face and moved to my cock, but as she was about stuff her asshole with my cock mistress N walked in. "Ohhh! Now you little sluts are in for it!" Miss N yelled. She unlocked the door walked over to Tracey, grabbed her by her hair. Bent her over the bottom bunk and pulled out the cock night stick. "Mmmm! You have the nastiest little hairy crack ever," she said as she shoved 8 inch of the stick in."Get the dog over here butt boy and get him ready," she said. I walked the dog over bent down and began to lick his sheath opening, seconds later the big cock slipped out into my mouth. Mistress N smacked me and said, "that tasty treat is not for you butt boy." She then grabbed the dogs leash and led him behind my sister. He mounted right up and with a little help from me she was getting the pounding of her life. Mistress N then placed a leash and collar on my neck, and ordered me next to sis. She unzipped her pants and pulled out the pink fist again, it made me shiver to see a sexy woman in a uniform of power about to pound my hole. Trace looked over to see me cringe. I then remembered the dog cum in my hole and hoped she would notice. "Oh look," she said, " the nose in your ass is running." She leaned forward o my ear and whispered, "now you know why you get the fist. Tracey was enjoying her pounding when I looked over, then she cringed as the dogs not expanded and exploded in her. I screamed as the fist tore into my hole, "Now clean out you sisters nasty little turd box," Mistress N demanded. She got on the bed, in front of me, I dove in pressing my face as hard as I could in her milky cheeks. Sucking all the sweet dog jizz out that I could. Without warning Tracey pushed back against my tongue and a couple of tiny little morsels slip down my throat, I wanted to chew on them. I smacked her right butt cheek to warn her to stop, she did. After a few minutes more of pounding my ass, mistress N yawned, got up and locked the door behind her. Tracey and I looked at each other and laughed, I pulled her on the bed with me and began to lick her sweaty salty neck, her cute little ears, her cheeks, under her eyes, and even in her bugery nose. I then moved to the best tits and nipples I have ever seen, giving each of them ample attention, they must stick out an inch and half. It was time for my licking desert, I pushed her arms above her head to expose one of the most beautiful sites. I rose up to take in my hairy sisters body and cute face, I the dove in and began licking her unbelievably hairy, tasty, succulent arm pits. I fell in love with them when I was about 13, never really saw it on other girls, which drove me all the more crazy over them. After a few mintues of clean sis, she grabbed my nuts and squeezed them til I screamed. "Now im going to do what mom wants to do to you," She yelled. "Wa wa what’s that," I said. She then pulled out a ball gag from under the pillow and said, "you’ll see little sis." I whimpered at what I knew was coming next, just then mistress N walked in followed by my mom with a suite case. Mistress N unlocked the door and let my mom in.

My mom is a lovely full figured woman, 5'8", 140lbs, she has short light brown hair, lips that could suck the chrome of a trailer hitch, a big round ass, 44dd saggy tits like Christy Canyon that still produced milk and always wished I was a girl.

I sat on the bed next to Tracey as my mom opened the case and pulled out a razor and foam. She the proceeded to shave my lower body. A half hour later she was done and ordered me to stand. I did as she handed me a hot pink thong out. Tracey grabbed my cock and pulled it between my legs and taped it to my thigh. I put on the panties and was handed a lacy bra, fake boobs and put them on. Next my mom pulled out a little red dress, I pulled it up and was ready for makeup. Tracey grabbed the razor and shaved my face. Next she applied the makeup, and a blonde wig. "Come here you little sluty girl," Mom said, and put a leash and collar on me. Next my mom and Tracey left me in the cell so they could go get dressed. They returned half an hour later, my mom was dressed in a suit with a fake mustache, Tracey was in a tiny pink dress with a rather large strapon on. "You my bitch now," Tracey said, as she grabbed my collar and put a blindfold on.

An hour later the blind fold was removed and I saw what looked like a fantasy lesbian/bi/gay bar. I swallowed hard as Tracey and my mom led me into the bar and to a both in the corner. We sat down and ordered drinks, the cutest little server took our order. She had on a tank top that made her pointy tits look yummy, had on a tan skirt that gave her booty the perfect little waddle. She gave me a wink as she left, but Tracey grabbed my collar and pulled me under the table. She unveiled the big red strapon and forced my mouth onto it. My ass was sticking out the end of the booth as I sucked, the server smacked my ass with moms approval as she return with more drinks. A few minutes later a tall blonde slut came and sat next to my mom and they began to flirt. She had long blonde hair in a pony tail, big full lips had the body of a volleyball player. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to burry my face between her thick thigh as I sucked Tracey’s cock. The blonde and my mom retired to the bathroom together, then the server sat next to sis and began to flirt and inquire about me. "He is my bitch of a little brother, Tracey said. The server giggled at her answer, "does he suck anything besides cock," she asked. Tracey smacked my face and said, "Get ready to suck something with some actual blood flow." She handed my leash to the serve named Jordan, and she pulled me under her skirt. There I saw a freshly shaved pussy, with the biggest dark pussy lips I had ever seen. I suck on each lip for what seem like an eternity, I the fingered her butt as I moved to licking between the lips. She screamed as pussy juice sprayed in my mouth and on my face. She pulled me up from under the table, and saw the mascara running down my cheeks, she laughed. Jordan then grabbed my fake boobs and began to lick my face, in the mean time Tracey was up Jordan tank top giving her nipples a pinch. After a few more minutes of licking and pinching Jordan left to go get our food, so I went to the ladies bathroom to fix my makeup. When I returned my mom and her new friend and Tracey we eating. My plate was no where to be found on the table. Tracey grabbed my leash and pulled under the table again, but under he skirt was the red dildo in a hot dog bun cover in vomit, snot and spit. I dove into the best hot dog ever, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the blondes thick thighs open as she placed an empty cup between. I return to the top of the table and the blonde handed me the cup, "Drink up little slut," she said. So I gulped it down in a matter of seconds. Jordan returned and sat with us the rest of the evening, I was passed from pussy to pussy licking each one to a ragging orgasm. I had one more public humiliation as Tracey pulled me on her lap pulled my thong aside and shoved the dildo in my mangina. I screamed as loud as I ever had and a few people next to us laughed at me. We were then asked to leave, so all five us retired back to the ranch. Tracey and I were returned to our cell along with the Blonde who’s name is Jennifer and Jordan. I’m not sure what happened the rest of the evening.

The speaker came to life, with a gentle hissing in the background -- the white noise track, that formed the main part of the slave's auditory experiences.  But the other track was easier to hear:  "...becoming more and more obedient...  Drip... drip... drip...  Every drop of My pee that you swallow...  increases your need to obey...  You must obey Dominica...  Drip... drip... drip...  Every drop you swallow...  every drop of My pee... makes you need to serve Me, more and more...  Drip... Swallow...  Drip...  Swallow and obey..."
 
Dominica flipped the switch again, turning the speaker off.  "Well, you get the idea."
 
Several more slaves had found their faces pressed between their mistresses' thighs.  Licking.  Nuzzling.  In a corner of the room, one was having his nose roughly humped by a woman with red hair.
 
Dominica smiled.  Oh, yes, a very interested crowd.  "Any questions?"
 
The woman in green spoke up again, "Where is the inventor?  I'd like to get one of these."
 
Laughing, Dominica pointed toward the coffin.  "You're looking at him."
 
The room filled with little gasps of delight, and a few wicked-sounding, quiet laughs.
 
"Yes," MzDominica continued, "In a couple of days, we'll take him out.  He'll be too dazed to do any thinking for a while -- not that I encourage that sort of thing around here."  This drew a few more laughs.  "I'll put him put him to work, doing something physical to build up his strength again.  Plowing the fields for spring planting, or maybe pulling a pony cart."
 
"MzDominica," the newcomer said, "I'd like to speak with you afterward, if I may."  She was panting, finding it hard to speak.  She gave a tap of her hand, down at the front of her dress, and said, "Stop."  Deep within the folds of her dress, the slave stopped licking.
 
"Certainly," Dominica said.  "Are there any other questions?  No?  Then feel free to stay awhile and watch.  And be sure to tell your friends!"
 
Most of the women began walking out, slowly returning to the tavern with their slaves in tow.  A couple of them signed the visitor's book near the doorway, and the redhead left with her slave, after dropping a business card on the table.  Now that the room was less crowded, those who remained approached the coffin for a better look.
 
MzDominica remained standing by the coffin, regally still, allowing the newcomer time to realize that it was she who needed to approach Dominica, rather than the reverse.  With obvious reluctance, the woman opened the front of her skirt again and gave a tug on the leash, ordering her slave out into the open again.  She walked step by slow step toward Dominica, glancing at the coffin, then back to Mistress, as if thinking, reconsidering, and evaluating possibilities.  Finally, she closed the distance between them, near enough for a private conversation, without implications of TOO much intimacy.  She had the good grace to incline her head a moment, bow a little, and say, "Mistress Dominica, may I introduce myself.  I am known as Mistress Black."
 
"Very glad to meet you," Dominica replied.
 
"I have a proposal for you, Mistress, if I may."
 
"Yes?  What do you have in mind?"
 
"I run a chain of spas, with franchises all over the country.  Most of them cater only to a female clientele.  Your slave's invention, here, suggests a way I might expand my business to attract the other half of the population.  I can promote them as decompression chambers, for relaxation."  She smiled engagingly.
 
"Go on," Dominica prompted, raising one eyebrow.

"Well, it represents a considerable investment -- so I'm looking, of course, for any ways I can, to reduce my initial costs.  To get any discount I can."
 
Dominica's expression suddenly looked a little less approving.

"What I propose," the newcomer continued, "is to keep YOUR hypnotic suggestions in the sound tracks -- perhaps you can even augment them... so that every man who tries out the decompression chamber will feel compelled to become your slave, and perhaps come here to your Realm for even more training and conditioning."

Dominica's smile slowly returned.  "Mistress Black, we may have something to talk about."  She stepped forward, extending a hand, and touched the newcomer's shoulder.  "Let's go back to the tavern and I'll buy you a drink.  I could use a beer, myself."  She looked back at the coffin.  "My little slave, here, is going to need his reservoir refilled, pretty soon!"  She ushered Mistress Black through the door, ignoring the naked slave who scuttled after her, and followed her, back to the pub.

Left alone in the room, the slave in the coffin continued to lie still.  Slowly breathing.  Drip... Drip...  Drip...  The sleeve around his cock made a thrumming noise for a few moments, caressing, tightening, stiffening... and then went silent.

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More to come, later!