On our honeymoon my husband was gentle with me. Our love making was passionate and exciting. He gave me tremendous pleasure and introduced me to the extreme joy of multiple orgasms produced by his hands, tongue and penis. Once I was able to accommodate his large member inside me without discomfort, he told me that it was time to begin our journey of development of our lovemaking into the complete surrender of a wife to the pleasure of her husband. Exactly 7 days after our marriage the first Saturday had arrived for my maintenance. After a delightful lunch in our hotel we returned to our room where he told me to take of my clothes and take a shower. Dried and glowing with expectation and nervousness I returned to the bedroom where my naked husband gestured to me to take my position over his knees. He kissed me gently on the neck and the next thing I knew was a terrible stinging pain in my left buttock. I screamed and kicked out my feet in reflex action. I heard a harsh "keep still and quiet" before a second stroke hit me equally hard on my right buttock.

I bit my lip and held myself rigid until on the sixth stroke I could contain it no longer and I cried out as my tears dropped from my face. As the next stroke came down I put my hand in the way and stopped it from fully completing its blow.

He stopped and in a calm voice he told me to get off his knee and kneel before him. I did as instructed and my husband said. "For interfering in your maintenance you will receive two punishment strokes with my belt on your bottom. You punishment is lenient as this is your first spanking, but future transgressions will be dealt with more severely."

He told me to place myself in a kneeling position with my bottom in the air and my forehead on the floor in the position that my father had told him I knew. With my tears blurring my vision, I did as I was told while he took his belt from the trousers on the bed. The two lashes on my sore bottom hurt beyond description.

During my childhood my father had spanked me with his hand and even caned me when I had been especially naughty, but I now realised that my womanly duties would be much harder to bear.

I was then made to get back onto my husband's knee and receive the remaining four strokes of his hand. This I did without further sound or movement.

At the end of the maintenance my husband kissed me passionately and held me in a loving embrace. He told me that he loved me dearly and he believed that our marriage would be wonderful. Feelings of love swept over me in wave after wave as the fierce stinging in my bottom turned to heat and glow. I could feel that he was very aroused. He told me to kneel again and as I did so his hugely erect member seemed to fill the whole of my tearful vision. He told me to clasp my hands behind me and open my mouth. Taking a handful of my hair he positioned my head and drew my open mouth onto his penis until it filled my mouth fully.

My husband gently explained to me that on this first occasion I should suck and lick his penis until he removed it. I was to use my mouth to stimulate him as much as I could. I must minister to his member as if I were worshipping it with all the devotion that I could raise. My aim was to be to love the presence of it in my mouth as much as I loved to kiss his mouth. I must desire to meet every possible want of the penis with my mouth as I desired to have it work my vagina to orgasm. He said that in the future he would ejaculate into my mouth and that my throat would receive it in the same way as my vagina, but on this first occasion I could just suck and lick.

My mouth was stretched and my jaw ached as I worked feverishly to carry out these orders. All the time my mind was racing with the thoughts of what was to come. Could this really be possible? How could this huge thing get into my throat, and how could I possibly have it spurt into my mouth? Were these things normal and could I cope with them?

While I worked my mouth as best I could my husband started to move my head back a forth a little from the hold he had on my hair. Soon he was groaning. He pulled my head away, threw me face down onto the bed and entered my vagina from behind. We both climaxed violently and the coolness of his belly against by scorching bottom was pure heaven.

He started on a daily programme of oral training as soon as we returned home from the honeymoon. Each day after dinner in the evening, I removed all my clothes and knelt before him in his chair. I was instructed to undo his clothing and take his soft penis into my mouth. I then kissed, licked and sucked it until it became erect. At this stage my husband took my head and told me to clasp my hands behind my back. He moved my mouth up and down on him, telling me to continue using my tongue and sucking. He explained that he was going to push into my throat and when I felt the head of his penis there I must make a swallowing action to allow it to enter easily. He told me that I would gag at first, but with repeated effort I would be able to receive him fully. He tried two or three times on that first occasion, but my throat reacted violently each time causing me to cough and choke and bringing tears to my eyes.

After about thirty minutes of this training, in which there were long periods of me being allowed to suck gently without my throat being tested, he said that he was ready to ejaculate. Not knowing at all what to expect I froze until my husband said "you may as well get used to the taste right away" and I knew that he was going to do it in my mouth. Even so, it was a great shock a few seconds later to feel his penis pulsating and for my mouth to be flooded with semen as he held my head firmly in place. I coughed and some of it splashed out from around my lips and onto his clothing.

My husband lifted my head away. After telling me to look up with my mouth open so that he could see, he commanded me to swallow. I did so although I found it very difficult that first time. My mouth seemed full of stickiness and it would not go down easily.

I was punished for soiling my husband's clothing, but he was not excessive due to my inexperience. After this lesson my husband provided me with a bendable rubber penis which I was to practice putting into my throat until I could do it without being sick. I practised each day while he was at work and with him in the evenings. Over the coming weeks I slowly managed to take him fully into my throat and to swallow his semen fully whether he chose to do it in my mouth or throat. The objective, as explained to me, was to make my mouth as readily usable for intercourse as my vagina and I am proud to say that we have achieved that objective. My husband now ejaculates into my mouth or throat at least once every day and he sometimes chooses for our intercourse to be entirely into my mouth, when he thrusts with just as much vigour as he might at the other end. However, this did not come easily or quickly and my failings during training resulted in a considerable number of punishments. During this period my chastisement was extended beyond my bottom. On three occasions my sensitive inner thighs were beaten with the flogger or belt and once the flogger was used on my breasts.

My breast flogging was not really as painful as some of my other punishments, but I was frightened before it happened and rather worried whether it might cause any injury to me. I should not have had that worry because my husband assured me before our marriage that I would never be caused permanent injury and I know that he is knowledgeable and would never break his word. I must have more trust. The day following the breast flogging I had very clear stripes across them which were slightly raised. I wore a low topped tee shirt throughout the day as I did my work around the house. Seeing the stripes each time I passed a mirror gave me a little thrill. That day I really felt that I was owned by my husband and it made me feel safe and warm. When my husband came home from work I met him at the door as usual and kissed him. He then kissed the exposed part of each of my breasts before saying "if you wish to display yourself, do so properly. Remove your clothing now and remain naked until your marks are gone." I had to stay nude for three days. It is fortunate that my work is to keep the house and I had nearly enough shopping to get away without having to go out. Our house is quite well shielded from the outside world but even so I jumped each time the post came and kept well away from the windows. I ran out of some fresh vegetables which earned me a punishment. I had hoped that it might go unnoticed, but my husband is very particular and regular about his food requirements and that was hopeless really.

Six months into our marriage I had come to really treasure the feel of my husband's penis in my mouth. I would lie in his lap for hours sometimes gently sucking and licking him. Occasionally he would ejaculate as a result of my efforts and I would swallow his semen. It was no longer difficult because I salivate in anticipation as soon as I feel his erection enlarging that little bit more and his penis beginning to pulse. The depth of my communion with my husband is very profound as I swallow his ejaculate. Not only does he feed me by earning our living, he does it directly from his own body. He is my provider in every way and I adore it. When he first told me to worship his penis I did not know what he meant or how to do it. Now I understand his wisdom. I worship it every day and it comforts me and provides for me. I spend every moment trying to make my oral massage more pleasurable and more satisfying for my husband. I yearn to give him the pleasure of orgasm as often and as gratifyingly as any woman ever could. He must never desire another mouth more than mine.

This last emotion was reinforced for me one evening when we entertained a couple at our house. The man was a friend of my husband from his club. They have known each other since university. He is married to a woman who was also at university with both of them. She is very beautiful with grace and poise although being the same age as my husband she is, of course, older than me. My husband has not been married before, but I know that he has had women friends before me and will have had sexual experience. We have never discussed such things, and before this woman was in my house I had never given it much thought other than to be pleased that my husband was so skilled and authoritative in our love making.

As we had dinner and relaxed over drinks I became aware of the intimacy between my husband and these three people. It was very likely that she would have been his sexual partner at some time. Was it straightforward intercourse, or has his penis been in her mouth? Had he done things with her that he had not done with me? Did she please him as much as I did; or better! By the time we went to bed I was feeling insecure and I have to admit that I was disliking her. I threw myself into our lovemaking, begging my husband to take me however he pleased. With inhibitions lowered by alcohol he responded powerfully and I am embarrassed as I think that the slaps and squeals must have been heard in our guest bedroom.

I think that my husband sensed my ill ease because a few hours after our guests had left the next day he said that it was time for him to introduce me to a new form of intercourse for our lovemaking. Alternatively, her presence had caused him to remember something that he had done with her. If that was the case I would have to make sure that I did it well and that I gave him more pleasure from it than she could have done. What else could there be though? I would not have to wait too long to find out. I was instructed to bathe immediately after dinner and go to the bedroom.

My husband came into the bedroom and undressed. He told me to kneel and I sucked him to erection as he told me what was to happen. He said that he was going to penetrate my bottom. My mind was filled with turmoil as much as my mouth was filled with him. Of course I knew that homosexual men did something of the kind, but it had never occurred to me that women did it. He was very large. How could it possibly go in? Surely it would hurt a great deal. I was in no position to ask and any way I would not dare to question.

My husband drew my head away from him and told me to turn to the bed and kneel over the edge of it with my legs apart and my face on the bed. He began to rub something cold on my bottom hole and then slipped in a finger. It went in easily and as he moved it backwards and forwards it created a funny sensitive feeling. He put in a second finger and continued the rhythmic movement until he suddenly withdrew them and I felt the head of his penis pressed to me. He told me to relax and clasped my shoulders as he pushed against the sphincter muscle of my bottom. With a rush I opened and a few inches of him entered. I thought I would split and it was very painful. I cried out and he smacked my bottom. He started to move himself in and out of me and spanked me with both hands as he did so. After a little while the discomfort of the penetration decreased and my warmed up bottom lost some of its tension. He stopped spanking and rubbed my clitoris. Then he put his fingers inside my vagina to feel the movement of his penis. As he massaged my clitoris and vagina I relaxed more and more until I felt orgasm coming. Gradually I was overwhelmed and spasmed ecstatically. I felt him come deeper into me as I convulsed with a huge and wonderful orgasm. As my muscles clamped onto his fingers and penis deep inside me, he came to his orgasm too. I don't know whether I took him to his full length on that first occasion, but I felt incredibly stretched and I had diarrhoea a few hours later.

He took me in the bottom about once a week after that and I came to be able to receive him easily after a period of time. Once I had become accustomed to this form or intercourse he didn't need to use the lubricant any more. either I would moisten him well with saliva or he would use my vagina before entering my bottom so he became slippery with my juices. He explained to me that he would never go into my vagina after my bottom because that could cause infection. As with our other lovemaking, what was difficult and uncomfortable at first is now easy and pleasurable. If my husband takes me anally while we are face to face and kissing, the movement of his body against my clitoris can bring me to orgasm without my vagina having ever been entered.

Not long after my introduction to anal intercourse was the happiest time of my life when I became pregnant. By this time I was completely accustomed to my maintenance spankings which served to remind me of my role and my promises, but were not the painful experience they had been in the early days of our marriage. My husband explained that the routine would continue throughout the pregnancy, but as I became large he stopped taking me over his knee and allowed me to be spanked bending over and resting my hands on the bed. This worked very well. I took great care to avoid punishments as far as possible although a few were inevitable. Some were done quite safely on my bottom and I did have the belt and cane on my inner thighs. This was horribly painful, but presented no risk at all to me or the baby. We have a private doctor and the midwife was also arranged through this family practice used by my parents as well as us. This meant that I did not have to see a lot of different people during my pregnancy and we could rely on their discretion. Nevertheless, I did have marks sometimes when I was examined and although there was no mention of it I certainly felt self conscious.

In the late stages of my pregnancy, my husband stopped taking me vaginally, but I continued to take him in the mouth each day and he would have my bottom whenever he chose.

Close to the correct time I started to get contractions and I telephoned my husband, my mother and the doctor. It was arranged for my mother to take me into hospital where I was given a private room. My husband arrived in the late afternoon as soon as he was able to get away from his work. I was comfortable and we told him that I was not expected to deliver for some time, but I would be staying in hospital now until it happened. He asked my mother to leave us a lone for a few minutes and after ensuring that I was comfortable he had me take him in my mouth. I sucked him until he was hard and then he thrust into my throat. He ejaculated within a few minutes, much more quickly than he usually is, and I had a contraction just as he shot his semen into my throat. After calling in my mother, he then left us alone with instructions for the hospital to call him before the birth.

My beautiful son David was born in the early hours of the next morning in the presence of my husband. It was a straight forward birth without complication and I was able to leave hospital in time for my next maintenance session. We never missed a day of my husband using my mouth. That gave me great comfort. I would have been concerned for him if I had not been available for his needs.

After I had settled into motherhood and I was still nursing David, my husband drank from my breast one evening and after he had done that he said to me:

"Your maintenance is no longer adequate to keep our marriage in the condition that it requires. Our son is the most precious thing in our lives, but you are not putting as much care and attention into our home and meeting my requirements as you did before he was born. You must learn to keep up your wifely duties whatever new responsibilities and loves enter your life. There will not be any increase in your spanking because that was agreed before we married and anything more severe is reserved for punishment. However, your surrender, and commitment to serve me in every way required, will be reinforced by you serving as my urinal. Just as I have drunk from you, you will drink from me. In your case it will be once each week on completion of your maintenance spanking."

"No, I can't", I screamed without a moment's thought. This was my first act of disobedience in our marriage and I knew instantly that I would have to be punished as I had never been before. But my fears were real and I had to explain that milk was a natural food, but urine is a waste product and surely I would become ill if I drank it.

My husband explained patiently that I should recall that he had undertaken never to cause me permanent injury and he would not make me sick either. Urine is certainly waste, but coming from a healthy person it would do absolutely no harm. He said nothing more and told me to go and remove my clothing. I was belted and caned on the bottom and thighs and given a breast flogging. Breast punishment is delivered with me kneeling, facing a full length bedroom mirror. My hands are clasped behind me and my shoulders thrust back. In this way I can watch every stroke of the flogger coming and see the marks rise up on my breasts. On this occasion, as the tears rolled down my face, milk oozed from my nipples. When I fed David, his usually warm face felt cool against my burning breasts, but that was later. After the punishment I was instructed to stay where I was. I knelt there for about half an hour seeing my breasts change in colour and shape as the bruising settled. The initial thin, red lines spreading and going purple. Drops of milk fell to the carpet and made me worry about staining.

At the end of this time my husband came and handed me a bunch of papers. He told me that I was to read those later and he took me to the computer where he showed me a video. It was an attractive American lady of about 40 who knelt before her husband, opened his trousers and took out his penis. She said "piss in my mouth please" and he did. Five times he filled her open mouth with urine and she swallowed it. She never spilled a drop. When he was finished she sucked him clean and rearranged his clothing before saying thank you. My husband told me that what I had seen had been done with an open mouth for the sake of it being obvious what was happening on video. In our case, I would be required to close my lips round his penis in the same way as I did when I sucked him. I would then be able to swallow continuously rather than him having to stop after each mouthful to allow me to swallow.

I was sent away to read the documents which were accounts of people who drank their own urine for health reasons and others who drank urine from their partner as part of their relationship. There were also some medical tracts from specialist websites confirming that there were not any health risks in swallowing urine. There was even an account of an Arab Prince who only ever urinated into the mouth of a female servant. A girl was kept close by him wherever he went so that he would never be inconvenienced (dear me what an appropriate word!).

After my punishment and receiving all this information I was deeply ashamed that I had disobeyed my husband. I still felt some repugnance at the thought of having urine in my mouth and stomach, but I had been terribly wrong to imagine that he would do this to me if it would do any harm. I went to the toilet and peed into my mouthwash glass. As I put it to my mouth I got the faint odour of fresh urine. I poured a little into my mouth and was oddly surprised my its tepid warmth. As I swallowed it there was very little taste other than slight saltiness. I finished the glass and washed it before going immediately to my husband in his study. I apologised for my disobedience and thanked him, not only for my punishment, but for indulging me by giving me so much information to set my mind at rest. Although it was not maintenance day I asked him if I could be his toilet right away. Having been such a poor wife I did not want him to have to wait before putting me into my proper place. He agreed and told me to go and kneel beside the toilet and wait for him. As this was my first time I may spill some or be unable to take it all and we did not want any mess on the floor did we.

I had to wait a long time before he was ready. Soon after his soft penis was in my mouth, the urine started to flow. There was no smell of course, as there had been when I drank my own from a glass, but the salty, warm taste was much the same. To begin with, the flow was not very fast and I swallowed as it came, but it turned into what seemed like a torrent and I could not handle it. I coughed so his penis shot out of my mouth and I splattered urine all over his clothes. I was horrified as he turned and carried on into the toilet bowl. "Please don't waste it" I cried. "Just stop for a moment. I will try harder. I will be a good toilet for you. Please let me take all you have. I want to be your urinal all the time not just at maintenance. I want you to have the same choices as any Arab Prince."

He ignored my desperate wailings, knowing that these were the stupid rantings of a wife who had failed to live up to her promise. He went to change his clothes and when I collected the wet ones for laundry I asked him if I could have my punishment for spoiling them. He wisely pointed out that I was already very sore from my punishment for disobedience and I had to stay in a fit state to look after our son and do my work.

It was a Tuesday and my husband said that from Wednesday to Friday evening I would receive urinal training and I would have a belting for messing up his clothes and ranting stupidly. The number of strokes of the belt and where they were placed would depend on my progress with the urinal training. by Saturday I was expected to be able to perform my urinal duties to his full satisfaction at my maintenance.

It was a very short training period, but I worked hard at it and by the time of my maintenance I received the full contents of his bladder without mishap. Apart from being his urinal in the training evenings, I fitted a piece of hose to the bathroom basin and practised swallowing from it with the tap on at gradually increasing flows. Now that I have been doing this duty for a long time I can take whatever my husband has to give me however much he may have had to drink or how long it has been since he relieved himself. As with my other marital duties, I am very proud of my urinal service and how effectively I complete it. This has brought me incredibly close to my husband and deepened my understanding of service more than I could ever have imagined before I got married. In a very real sense he is not only with me in spirit all the time, but he is actually physically inside me for every moment of my life. His sperm is in my stomach every day and his urine hydrates me every week. His love is with me and inside me for all of my life.

My urinal duty is confined to maintenance except on one occasion not so long ago. We were at Dover when we had a couple of hours to wait before a ferry to France. My husband said that we would go for a walk on the famous white cliffs. They are very beautiful and we walked along them looking out over the chalk cliff face to the English Channel when I felt the need to relieve myself. I told my husband that we would have to find a café or something where I could use the toilet. He simply told me to take off my knickers and give them to him. When I had done that he told me to tuck my skirt into my belt. This was awful because we were completely in the open. There was not anybody nearby, but there were people on the cliffs. Lots of them were bird watchers with binoculars and telescopes. Of course I did as I was told, but my face was blushing fiercely. When I had done it he told me to squat down and he put his penis in my mouth. He urinated into me as I did the same onto the grass and he gazed around as if he were simply admiring our dramatic surroundings. I will never know if we were observed, but I had a terrible thrill from the possibility and I am sure that my husband must have enjoyed the thought as well. He let me put my skirt back in place when we were finished but he didn't give my knickers back. We spent the whole of the trip to France walking or sitting on the top deck of the ferry during a very windy crossing.

We do not use artificial contraception and we do not intend to have another child for at least a further year, but our natural contraception is perfect so we can plan our family to meet our wishes. It is quite simply that my husband never ejaculates into my vagina unless we are planning that I should become pregnant. I swallow his semen most often, but he goes to completion when he is taking me anally.

Recently this caused a problem when I went to sleep after our lovemaking and his semen leaked out from my bottom, staining the bed sheets. I was properly punished for my laziness in not preventing this. Since then my husband has said that it is no longer acceptable for him to leave his semen in my bottom. Apart from the leakage which occurred, he now thinks that I should digest all of his ejaculate rather than any of it being wasted in my bowel or on a tissue (or even the sheets!). As with my toilet duties, he took me to his computer and showed me a video to illustrate what would be required.

The video, rather crudely entitled "ass2mouth", showed a very young woman who was probably barely out of her teens, being penetrated in the mouth and bottom simultaneously by two older men. Every few minutes the men exchanged positions until it ended with both men ejaculating into her mouth. My husband explained that bacteria contained in the bowel and rectum could cause infection if transferred to the vagina, but the digestive system was equipped to deal with this and no harm would occur from moving the penis directly from the anus to the mouth. He told me that the film makers liked to use a young woman, not only because she was pretty, but because it accentuates the presentation of submission that the men are about thirty years older than her and that there are two men using her at the same time. Most dramatically of all, for the woman to be required to accept the penises directly from her bottom to her mouth gives additional pleasure to the men (and, of course, the viewers of the video) to have a woman accept something that would be instinctively distasteful. Although the video was just a commercial product for which the woman was being paid, the nature of the power relationship and pleasure aspects could apply to us. He considered that it was time for me to accept this further duty to reinforce my surrender, to fulfil my pre-marriage promise to agree to my husband deciding how and when to have sex, and to increase his pleasure in our lovemaking.

All of this sounded rational and reasonable enough. After all, if a young woman can do this for money with two unattractive strangers, I could obviously do it for my loving husband. And anyway, every new element that he had introduced in the past had become a positive and valuable part of our relationship that I could honestly say I enjoyed however doubtful I had been at the beginning. I am not a naturally rebellious person and I know the worth of our strong marriage in which I am safe, protected and loved.

It was a couple of days from the announcement of the new arrangements that my husband started making love to me vaginally and then moved into my bottom. We were still face to face and he was kissing me with more passion than happens every time. As my excitement rose, I remembered the video and realised that he was not going to complete his orgasm in my bottom. The reality of what was to happen flooded my mind. I lost all enjoyment instantly and my husband must have noticed that I was not responding as I should. Suddenly he withdrew from me with a 'plop' and commanded "mouth" as he turned onto his back. I moved my head down towards him and he took my hair as he likes to. But then, as the head of his penis approached my lips I smelt, or imagined, a different odour than normal. I panicked, wriggled back and said "NO! I can't". He let go of my hair and I ran to the bathroom in tears. I was very frightened. I had left my husband needing relief and I had directly refused him. He had no warning that he would be rejected. What would this do to our marriage? How would I be punished? How would he relieve his tensions? What would happen next?

The new rule had been set and I was bound by my promise to comply. My husband would not go back, but I did not know how I could obey against the reaction of my body. I crept out of the bathroom and returned to our bedroom. My husband was taking a shower in the en suite and I knelt outside it to await him.

When my husband came out he sent me to bed in the spare bedroom with orders to present myself naked at 6 am. the following morning. I didn't sleep of course. As I knelt before him he said that I was going to receive ten strokes of the cane on my bottom right away. After that I was to write this account of our marriage which he would publish on the Internet. When the writing is complete I will receive a breast belting of at least ten strokes and a vaginal whipping with the flogger of a minimum of ten strokes. The breast and vagina punishment will increase by two strokes per day until the writing is complete.

My writing duty is now done and it has taken me three days in between my normal work. I still have the pattern of a farm gate on each of my buttocks and I will receive eight strokes of the belt on each of my breasts tonight. Before that I have to go to the salon and have all of my pubic hair waxed off in preparation for my vagina whipping. That will be carried out one hour after the breast punishment.

There is no doubt at all that my husband will be aroused after he has punished me. I think I can expect to have intercourse in my hot and swollen vagina, but what else I wonder? My husband has told me that readers will judge, and he will take account of any feedback he receives when he considers whether he is taking the right way in overcoming my disobedience and moulding the future development of my surrender.

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.

There had been several unusual items in her Master’s suitcase when he came to visit, that had fascinated her, but he had told her she would see what they were used for soon enough and now she was engaged in the discovery process.

She was standing, loosely secured to a table by ankle ropes that allowed her to shift her feet, but not to move very far away from the table, her arms tied snugly behind her and a leather gag limited her sounds to animal-like cries of pain or pleasure. The source of such sounds, were her extraordinarily responsive nipples. She had discovered early on as a teen their sexual potential, but only recently has she learned their overwhelming arousal potential when they were in pain The dark pink tips were even now, swollen and stiff, and bent towards the side due to the thin while cords that pinched the base of each nipple tightly and then joined into a single strand trailing away from her toward the doorway where they ran over a pulley the then hung down weighted by a large steel hook on which hung 5 one pound weights.

She had been placed in this position to please her Master by causing her own climaxes and every 5 minutes that went by without her “climaxing sufficiently” – whatever that was supposed to mean, allowed him to increase the weight that had already forced her nipple to be stretched far beyond their normal confines and pain this caused was creating a cascade of wetness in between her legs. Secured to the tabletop was a large vibrator of the sort people bought to massage sore muscles. The large head was sufficient to cover the whole of her sex, but the table was markedly lower than her center of pleasure and when she stood straight the pleasuring head of the tool was some inches below directly under her sex but at a level just above her knees. To gain stimulation she had to squat down, but this required her to pull the weights upward suspended just from her tormented nipples. For some reason the idea of pulling on those sensitive tips herself was harder than the pain her Master inflicted and she inwardly flinched away from the idea. Twice she’d forced herself to move downward until her soaked sex had come in contact with the vibrator and both times she had cum fast almost instantly, but her clit was so sensitive after cuming no matter how much she wanted to she couldn’t endure continued contact and when she backed off the second time she knew, at least she sensed she had displeased him.

“You must learn to embrace discomfort!” he commanded.

Sara hung her head in shame. “Yes Master.”

“You’re just a worthless little cunt that needs to be punished and trained so you can do better; aren’t you?”

“Yes Master. I need to be punished for being such a worthless whore.”

“That is correct and I shall torment you for your failure until contact with that vibrating head is the least of your concerns.”

He pulled out a pair of adjustable steel nipple clamps with alligator jaws and black rubber covers over the serrated teeth. Placing them where she could see them he went behind her and soon she felt him pulling her buttocks apart and finding her anus. Shortly a smooth, lubricated item began penetrating her anally.

Never having experienced a butt-plug before Sara wasn’t quite such what it was or what to expect. The part that had entered her opening was small at first, but increased in girth rapidly until she was panting trying to accept the large penetration in her ass which her Master slid in and out going slightly deeper with each inward thrust her anus forced to dilate wider and wider until she thought she could endure no more without tearing when suddenly she accommodated the widest part and it slid forward, moving deeply inside her and her newly widened opening contracted happily about the large object’s thin neck, now carefully and solidly lodged in her sphincter. “Oh God!” she thought realizing for the first time that she was now covered in perspiration.

Master Thomas wasn’t done. A number of clothespins appear out of a cloth bag and one by one the Master encircles the areola with them each a tiny pinching pain from her breasts, each pain doing it part to further flood her already overflowing sex. She was so hot already, so ready to cum, she thought she’d go mad with passion and still he continued to build her further and further into arousal and pain; each going hand and hand with the other taking her further and further into the realm of submission.

Sara was gasping now with exertion and pain. Then he reached for the alligator clamps placing each at the very tip of her nipples. The pain was so sharp as the toothed clamps bit into her sensitive flesh that she literally danced about in her bounds crying out, muffled as she was by the gag. She had to do something and she quickly moved down to the vibrator a deep sigh of relief as the contact with her sex immediately took her mind off the pain and she built rapidly toward orgasm as she ground her responsive clitoris and labia against the large, rubbery surface of the huge vibrator. Somehow her sensation focused upon her tormented nipples as the sensation built rapidly toward her release when suddenly she went over the edge into orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body and she sagged her groin pressing hard against the vibrator as the rode the receding waves of her climax when her body, shocked her by beginning to cum again, and then again, until she lost count her eyes shut a nearly continual moaning cry issuing from behind her gag as eh body literally shook as if physically shaken by the pleasure-filled contractions that now controlled her whole being. How long she endure repeated orgasms she didn’t really know.

She lost count of the pleasures after about her fifth climax but they continue for a very long time and she really didn’t notice them end until her Master was removing her gag and only then realized that everything on her nipples was gone and her pussy was extraordinarily wet and squishy. Her Master turned her toward the table retying her feet and she realized how very tired she was, but he was not done with her quite yet. She hoped she could endure.

The table had be altered she realized. The top was well padded with blackets except for one spot about halfway to the other end that held a shallow cookie sheet filled with crushed ice. Oh God, she thought, Master turns me on so much with ice I don’t know if I can take it. My body is already ravaged.

As she watched he reached between her legs and re-adjusted the vibrator using duct tape to secure it to the table top and angled upward then he went to his bag and got out his electric toothbrush and the toothpaste. Carefully wetting the brush he took a dab of paste and began systematically brushing her tormented nipples, areolas, and about an inch of the surrounding breast.

At first it was kinky and arousing to feel the fast moving brush on her nipples, but then the pain set in, the cool burning pain that re-ignited her pussy and sent a new flood of wetness from her eager vagina. First one and then the other nipple her brushed over a period of five minutes then her Master’s fingers began massaging the sensitive nipples that were already on fire, pulling them pinching them, driving the pain even deeper to her responsive nerves.

Sara was making animal noises of arousal now and the Master came to her with a hot washcloth and washed away the toothpaste but she knew from past experience the pain would continue for some minutes still. He then laid her face down on the table and tied her hands to the far legs. The ice was placed just right so both her breasts lie in the sea of crushed and freezing chips. She gasped the feeling so good and such a turn-on as the chips as first soothed the tormented tips and then as the cold penetrated, the nipples hardened, huge and stiff, while a deep painful ache set in. He was behind her now, removing the butt plug. It had been in for so long that it stretched once more to remove it hurting slightly, but nothing like the deep hurt from her breasts, the place that she loved to be hurt.

Now he was doing something between her legs, but not to her – to the vibrator she thought, then she felt it. He had placed some type of textured cover on the vibrator and large pad a tiny raised rubber nubs and now as her weight pressed her into the massager she felt scores of tiny ¼ inch nubs rubbing her most responsive areas like tiny fingers. At last felt the Master’ own hard organ, well oiled, he had positioned himself behind her and she felt the soft thick tip open her anus nearly as thick as the large butt-plug, his hot cock entered her anus working deeper and deeper while the new sensation on her clit sent her once more into orbit her mouth voicing her pleasure as if of its own accord in time with each thrust into her ass.

One thing about her Master he always lasted a long time and this was not exception as her worked in and out moaning with the pleasure her body was causing him especially when she climaxed and contracted about his manhood. At last after more than 20 minutes and God knows how many of her climaxes he pulled out and brought his organ from her anus to her lips and she gladly opening and accepted the hot steams to sperm, gulping to keep up and sucking him clean of ever once of his emission

He withdrew, slowly untied her, and carried her to her bed. She felt a warm towel drying her everywhere and then the delightful sensation of being naked and accepted in her Master’s arms, knowing she had pleased and pleasured him. Now she felt all loved and warm, as she lay down to sleep, content as his cock, amazingly already hard once again entered her pussy. She sighed drifting off as he used her, exhausted but content, fulfilling her sexual destiny as his slave. She had never been so violated, so hurt, so pleasured, and so completely used sexually, and she couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

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I am thrown onto a thin mat, and my master sits down in a chair. a minute later, a lady walks in. She walks up to me and says,"What have we here? It looks like a slut who needs some putting in line!" She unties my ankles and wrists, then takes off all my toys except the nipples clamps. To these, she attaches little weights, though they bring the same firey pain. I lie there, I know not to move a muscle, A new buttplug is inserted, this one much more painfully large, and taped on. She then puts on a cock gag, with a large dildo sticking erectly into the air. My ankles are tied to the ground, my wrists are hung in suspensions, and she proceeds to fuck herself to an orgasm on my cock. I just sit there, waiting. After fucking herself, she removes the gag, and a large post is brought out. It is about three feet tall, and about the width of my wrist. She attaches a collar to me, then leads me over to the post. I stand over it, and she says, "Now fuck yourself, you worthless cunt." I squat, but the post is huge, and I have a plug in my ass. She walks over to me, and shoves me down onto it, six inches of rockhard wood entering me, stretching me painfully wide. I sit there, tears streaming out my eyes.

A moment later, a hot, stinging pain goes on my butt. She flogs me again, going until I have had 20 strokes. "Next time, you obey me, you worthless pussy sucker." My master grins widely. "Now fuck yourself. I want a foot of that in you!" My master and I had tested to see where my cervix was, and I had an unusually large vagina, it was an 18 inche distance. The post pushed into me, slowly and painfully, stuffing me, pushing the plug against it tape. Finally, I had 12 inches of it stuffed in me. The pain was incredible. Next, she ripped the buttplug off, and my master came out and unleashed his 10 inch cock from his pants. He lied down and fucked my ass while I sobbed. Heat raged through me, and I orgasmed, next, I felt his hot sperm flow into me. He then fucked my mouth, and spurted in there. I swallowed the gooey stuff. and waited. A chain was attached to my cunt, and hooked into a ring on the floor, so I had to stay on the post. A hook was then put in my ass, and suspended on a rope. I now had a hook pulling me up, and my clit pulling me down, with immense pain burning in my clit and pussy from being so stuffed. "We're going to dinner and a movie, see you!" I heard master yell.

Four hours later, he returns. In the time he was gone, I felt a sensation unlike any other. The heat pushed me into orgasm, from no touch at all. I Was lifted off the post, my pussy gaping. He put clamps on my pussy lips, then weights from those clamps. He clamped my breasts, and my clit recieved some harsh japanese clover clamping. A new plug was taped in my ass, and I was thrown into the trunk of my masters car. A vibrator was pushed into my pussy, and pushed onto high. Then, I was taken home. I was tied onto my bed, and left there for the night. My master returned in the morning, and lounged around my house after giving me breakfast. I was varied in positions and toys throughout the next fey dyas, and on the third day, I was gangbanged by him and eight of his friends. They each went twice, I still had all my toys in.

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Part 3:Â Just the Facts

Sean's cell phone rang. He answered and heard the brief message.
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"This is 27. You must obey Dominica. Execute protocol 77."

He replied, "I must obey Dominica. It will be done." Then he disconnected, and one by one, he selected two speed dial numbers. For each one, he waited for an answer, then relayed the message. "This is 27. You must obey Dominica. Execute protocol 77." From the other end came the reply, "I must obey Dominica. It will be done."
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Thus, one slave called two. And two slaves called four. And soon, over 500 slaves were notified. Notified that an investigation needed to be made. Facts needed to be found.

Sean made another phone call, to the "Rest and Re-Creation" spa he had visited before, and he made an appointment for the next day. For a haircut, and for an hour in the "decompression chamber." As a service manager, his schedule was flexible -- unlike many others. Not all of them would be making appointments for the next day, or even two. But within the week, all 483 of the franchises across the country would be visited, by one of MzDominica's slaves. By a slave who had been captured by her Voice, and the slow dripping of Her pee into his mouth.

The name "Sean" hardly meant anything to him now. He was simply one of Dominica's slaves, continually obsessed with serving Her... with returning to Her farming community, up in the mountains -- Her Realm. Aching for that state of complete mindlessness that took away all responsibility, all care, all thought. The slave found his cock getting hard again, as he recalled guiding a plow across a field, feeling with every step the soft skin of Mistress thighs, seeing Her eyes glowing, staring into his. He smiled, knowing he would soon have time for a short vacation, and could drive up there to serve Her again.

But for now, he was Sean -- and he had already forgotten about the phone message. At least, his conscious mind was unaware of it. He knew simply that his hair was getting a little shaggy, and some time in "the tank" would be a nice, relaxing break from his daily routine.

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The waterfall was huge. Like a panorama of Niagara Falls, that Sean had seen in photographs -- except all the "water" was yellow. Second by second, millions of gallons of MzDominica's pee rushed down between the river banks, flowed over the lip of an unseen cliff, and cascaded through the air a thousand feet to the river below. Sean inhaled the scent, a smell at once pungent and aromatic -- as though Mistress' pee had been mixed with a perfume, sweet and flowery. Like lilacs. So strange. He breathed slowly and deeply, unable to get enough of the sharp, florid scent. And his mouth felt so wet. Saliva threatened to dribble down his chin, if he allowed his excitement to make him lose control and open his mouth -- open it to pant, gasping for air, because he was so aroused. Needing to breathe, inhale the scent of Mistress' pee and open his mouth to swallow. To kneel at the base of the waterfall, lean his head back, and feel Mistress' urine force itself between his open lips, down his throat, into his belly. Filling him. So warm. Sticky like syrup. Slick, like water. Yellow and acrid and flowery. Sean began to shake. To shiver. Craving to open his mouth. Craving to open it wide -- and drink, drink, drink, feeling Mistress' pee flow into him, gallon after gallon, while he knelt in a river of Her pee, washed in Her yellow fluids, wet and mindless, and shaking with ecstasy.
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"Hold still a moment," Soleil said, snipping around Sean's ears, trying to get that perfect, rounded cut, shaping his hair as she did, so carefully.

Sean opened his eyes, but still felt like he was wet, drifting... streams of yellow fluid washing past his arms, his chest, his legs. He looked up at the hair dresser, shaking a little because a woman had given him a command. Only one woman really mattered in his life, but Sean's conditioning had made him so obedient to ALL women, he looked up at Soleil adoringly, helplessly -- even though she was only nineteen, and a little ditzy.

The hairdresser caught his gaze for a moment -- he looked so sweet and helpless and cute! What was it about the guys who came for haircuts in this place? They were all like such helpless little puppy dogs! She wanted to cuddle him and hug him, and take him home! Soleil suddenly blushed, when she realized that her panties felt warm and wet, and she realized what she wanted to do with this little puppy, sitting in the barber chair before her. She covered by reaching down to the table for the hand mirror, and lifting it in front of the guy's face. "There, how does that look?" she asked -- feeling her nipples harden even as she spoke. Oh, he looked so adorable!

Sean gazed into the mirror, not quite seeing himself. Thinking only of the huge waterfall of Mistress' pee, and gazing up into Her eyes as he knelt at Her feet, face uplifted, mouth open. Awaiting Her pleasure. Awaiting Her liquid blessing. He found it so very hard to bring himself to the present, to pretend to inspect his haircut, lift a hand and brush it over one side. "Looks good," he muttered, hoping he wouldn't need to say anything more cogent.

Soleil smiled, disengaging from the guy's puppy dog gaze. "Looks good," they ALL said. Yes, men WERE all alike! Oh, but for a moment there, "all alike" meant helpless little puppies, and she had wanted to take care of this one so much! Soleil quieted her breathing... paused a moment... then turned and undid the safety pin at the guy's neck, then whipped the little barber sheet away, smiling her usual plastic smile -- the one that seemed to bring the biggest tips. "Thank you," she said, "I'm glad you like it!" Before the guy could reply, Soleil felt -- rather than saw -- the receptionist just behind her.

"Sean?" the receptionist said, "You're in luck! We've had a cancellation. If you'd like, we can put you in the decompression chamber right away!"

Sean looked from one woman to the other, still so deep in his pee fantasy, he was not sure who had spoken. "That would be great," he replied. He stood up, in a daze, and followed the woman with the little clip board.

Soleil watched as the receptionist led her customer toward the back hallway, pouting a little. Another moment, and she would have been able to stroke his cheek before he stood up -- pretending to straighten a stray hair or two. That almost always brought an extra dollar tip. Now, she could only hope he would even remember her, when he signed the credit slip. She smiled a little, though, remembering that puppy dog look, and the tightness of her nipples -- as she brushed off the barber chair, and straightened up things, preparing for her next customer.

Sean followed the receptionist, watching her hips sway left and right, trying not to be noticed staring at her ass, at her legs, as he walked down the hallway, following her. Drifting and horny at the mere thought of the "decompression chamber," and how much he wanted to be there. Images of the huge, yellow waterfall again entered his mind, the sound of roaring "water" filling his ears. The receptionist brought Sean to the end of the hallway, where a woman stood, wearing a white uniform -- looking almost like a nurse. Maybe in her mid-thirties. She wore a badge with her name on it, that identified her as "Tree." Sean smiled, looking at the name. Still floating and drifting with the image of that huge, yellow waterfall.

"This is Tree," the receptionist said. As if Sean couldn't read. "She'll be your relaxation technician for this afternoon. Tree, this is Sean." She handed Tree the clipboard, with Sean's past appointments on it, smiled, and returned to the store front.

"Hello Sean," Tree said. Oh yes, she could tell he'd been in the relaxation chamber before. This one was having trouble focusing on the here and now, clearly anticipating being in the isolation chamber again. Tree smiled -- she knew he wouldn't be much for conversation. They were all so cute like this. So obedient and tractable. She carefully guided him toward the big, glass enclosure, tilted at a 90-degree angle to the floor, so he could simply stand in front of it while she adjusted his clothing, and prepared him. Slipping the white noise headphones over his ears, the blindfold over his eyes, the drip tubing into his mouth. The straps to hold him in place. Yes, even the little sleeve inside his pants. After the first time in, they simply let you attach things, without question. Very professionally, Tree slipped her hand inside Sean's pants, wrapped the tube around his cock. Already hard. Tree smiled, and NOT so professionally gave his cock a gentle stroke, knowing this one would never remember. She checked that everything was in place, and then slowly closed the glass cover, locking Sean inside the coffin-like chamber, and pressed the switch to tilt it back to 45 degrees. Then she flipped the switch to activate the chamber, and set the timer for three hours.

Tree always liked how blank and empty they looked afterward. And she enjoyed just watching them, while they dropped deep into mindlessness, as the sensory deprivation relaxed their minds so utterly. She went to the back room, to brew herself a cup of tea, so she could return, sip contentedly and watch... "Sean" -- that was it... watch him, and make sure he was okay, the entire time.

Sean could not remember anything from the moment he rose from the barber chair, till now. Lying/standing in the "relaxation chamber," visions of yellow waterfalls washing through his mind. The rush of white noise in his ears reminded him of those waterfalls. And, though he was unaware of it, his ears strained to hear MzDominica's Voice mixed in with those waterfalls, to taste Her flowery, acrid pee dripping onto his tongue, drop by drop, as Her Voice programmed him deeper and deeper.

But deeply quiet and mindless as he was, Sean's brain was busy. Listening for MzDominica's Voice. Searching for the sharp taste of Her pee. And all his ears heard... was static. All his tongue tasted... was water.

Patiently, quietly, Sean lay in the "relaxation chamber." Without smell, without taste, without light. With no sound but a consistent, patternless rushing. With no touch, but the gentle stroking of the sleeve on his hard cock. Minute after lost minute. Hour after lost hour.

When he returned home, Sean pressed a different speed dial button on his cell phone. He waited, until he heard the answer.
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"Hello, Slave..." in MzDominica's Voice -- though he knew it was a recording
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Sean spoke quickly, and simply. "Protocol 77 report -- i am nothing, nothing at all."

"Protocol 77 complete," the Voice replied. "Good Slave." The phone disconnected.

Sean knelt on the floor. His cock suddenly grew erect inside his pants, and his sperm erupted from the tip of his cock, wetting his pants, while he gasped in ecstasy, drooling on the floor, cumming over and over again. His reward... for total obedience.

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In Her mansion, MzDominica watched, as Her naked accountant crawled across the floor to Her feet, and bowed his head to the floor, waiting to be acknowledged, waiting for instructions. She extended Her left, booted foot. "Kiss My toes, slave," She commanded. The accountant obediently kissed her left boot. Then She extended Her right boot, and he kissed that also. Then he returned his forehead to the floor, awaiting Mistress' next order.

"Report, slave," Dominica commanded.

"Please, Mistress, i beg You not to be angry with the messenger, for i bring bad news!"Â The accountant shook, frightened about displeasing his Mistress.

"You will be rewarded or punished as I please, slave," MzDominica replied. "Now, your report! Or I shall be angry!"

"All slaves reported NOTHING Mistress. No sound of Your Voice. No taste of Your pee."

"As I expected," Mistress said.

"Please, Mistress, have mercy!" the accountant sobbed.

"You should know better than to think I will punish you for reporting the truth, slave!" Dominica replied. "So that you will NOT forget, I will reward you for telling Me what I need to know, even though it is displeasing."

"Thank You, Mistress!" the accountant cried, still kneeling with his head to the floor.

"Cum!" Dominica commanded. "Cum NOW, slave! Cum, and cum and cum! STOP!!!"

The accountant's cock spurted, over and over, spilling his hot sperm onto the hardwood floor, under him as he knelt and moaned with pleasure.

"Now, slave, lick your cum off the floor. Swallow it." She watched as he did so, hands still at his sides, palms to the floor. "Good slave!" She said. "Dry the floor with your hair." He pushed the top of his head over the floor, cleaning up every remaining drop of moisture. "Now, return to your office, while I think about what to do with... Mistress Black."

"Yes, Mistress," the accountant gasped. He crawled back to his office, through the tiny slave door that connected his office to Hers.

Head to the floor, still shaking, the slave was unable to watch, as MzDominica's face curled up into a wry grin. A plan was forming in Her clever mind. A very satisfying plan indeed.

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Sounds to me like Mistress Black might be in trouble! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!

More to come, later!

More stories by jessicablank and MzDominica's other slaves can be found
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http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MzDominica/

The door was unlocked, and I knew that Sir was in the house somewhere. But I couldn't look for him. The collar told me what my job was. And I was determined to be worthy of whatever activity Sir had planned.

I stripped out of my work clothes and folded them neatly on the chair by the door. I washed the dishes and made a tall glass of iced tea. While I worked, I wondered what was to come... and my pussy responded wetly.

When we bought our house, the decision hinged on the basement. It's broad and well-lit with a drain in one corner and no windows. It's soundproof. Over time, Sir has transformed it into a chamber of sex and pain. Some areas are divided from the main room, providing mini-environments for play. In the main area, there is a bed with a simple fitted sheet and two pillows, flanked by small tables.

The glass of tea sat on one of the tables, and I knelt at the foot of the bed. I staid there for so long that I lost track of time. Had it been ten minutes or two hours? It didn't matter. When I heard the sound of Sir's boots on the stairs, I knew that the time had been worth it.

I could smell his boots, but I didn't dare raise my eyes. I knelt patiently and listened as he stripped, folding his clothes onto a dresser. His hand came into my field of vision, the clasp of the leash between his fingers. It clicked into place.

“You'll never guess what I found,” he said rhetorically. “Here I am, minding my own business, cleaning up the bedroom. And I flip over a pillow, and find this!”

He shoved a dirty magazine under my nose. The woman on the cover had her legs spread wide and a cock in each hand.

“Is this yours?” he asked, his voice low.

“No.” It was true. I'd never seen the magazine before, let alone had it under my pillow.

Sir jerked on the leash, bringing me forward a few feet. I yelped as he wrapped one arm around my waist and sat my upper torso on a large piece of positioning foam. My ass jutted into the room.

“What did you say?” It was almost a growl.

“No, Sir,” I whispered, remembering my manners. “The magazine isn't mine.”

His bare hand came down hard on my ass, making me jump and scream. More smacks followed. He moved his hand around so that my entire ass was red and hot. When I thought I'd squirm off the foam, he stopped. His fingers twisted in my red hair. Once again, the magazine slapped down beneath my nose. It was opened to a picture of a woman shoving a dildo into her cunt.

“Is this yours?”

“No, Sir. I'm sorry -”

He jerked on the leash again, brought me to my feet. The shackles on the wall, the ones that I had excitedly pointed to in the catalog, closed on my wrists. He mashed my face into the lightly padded wall.

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“No, Sir!”

The cane hit hard across my back. I knew it had left a perfect pink stripe. Sir is good with the cane. He continued to hit me across the back, shoulders, and ass, speaking between strikes.

“Do you expect me to believe... that this filth isn't yours?... You fucking slut... Can't you keep your hands... off your pussy... for one day?...”

“I'm sorry, Sir,” I choked, tears brimming in my clear blue eyes.

His fingers found my cunt, played in my juices.

“Is this magazine yours?” he asked.

I swallowed.

“Yes.”

Sir unlocked the shackles and let me crumple on the floor. He gave me only a moment to catch my breath, then tugged me onto the bed by the leash.

“Where did you get it?” he asked, positioning me on my hands and knees.

“The bookstore on the corner,” I said, hoping that it was the right answer.

I knew that it wasn't when I felt the sting of a clothespin on my left nipple.

“I called the bookstore. They don't carry this magazine. Where did you get it?”

Another pin closed on my right nipple. My cunt spasmed, began to drip down my leg. I was panting hard. My thoughts were a blur.

When I didn't answer, Sir pulled my hair again, lifting my eyes to meet his.

“Did you get it from another slut?”

I nodded.

“Who? The blonde at the supermarket?”

I nodded again.

Sir stood up and I heard him walking around the bed, to the large cabinet that holds most of our toys. When he returned, he sat on the corner of the bed where I couldn't see him.

“You cunt,” he sighed. “You clit-sucking bitch. I guess I'll just have to make your cunt so sore that you won't want to touch it.”

His words made my clit hard. I unconsciously pushed my ass out to meet whatever punishment he had planned. He responded by spanking my ass again, hard.

“See? This is what I mean. You crave cock all the time. That's got to stop.”

I felt a finger slide easily into my hole. Juices poured out and dripped onto the sheet.

“You fucking slut!” Sir yelled, suddenly sounding very angry. “Look how wet you are!”

I saw stars. It took me several moments to realize that he had filled my cunt with the largest toy I own: a huge black dildo that usually requires a lot of warm-up. It was warming up, stretching my cunt to capacity.

“Please, Sir,” I gasped. “It's too big!”

The magazine flopped onto the bed under my face. The woman on the page was sitting on a pink vibrator the size of a fire hydrant.

“It's much smaller than this one. And that's what you want, isn't it? That's why you have that magazine. A normal cock just won't satisfy a whore like you.”

As he spoke, Sir began to move the massive black cock in and out of my pussy. I screamed. I lurched, trying to dislodge it. Sir fucked me with it slowly, pushing it in so far that I thought I'd be split in two. My nipples stung from the clothespins. Soon, I felt a familiar warmth building... I was going to cum on that enormous black cock.

Sir heard the pitch of my voice change and stopped thrusting. He used a length of nylon rope to tie the dildo in place and scooped up some of the moisture from my stretched cunt lips. I sucked his fingers greedily, praying that he would let me finish soon.

“I can't believe you enjoy that dildo, whore,” he said, sliding in front of me. His cock was huge and hard, turning purple. I wasted no time in taking it all the way to the back of my throat. Sir's hand rested on my head as I sucked and licked his cock, the object of my worship, my reason for living.

As I sucked, I slowly moved one hand toward my cunt, hoping to at least apply some pressure to my clit. I knew that it wouldn't take much to make me cum. Just a little bit...

“What the fuck?”

Sir rolled me onto my back and pinned my hands above my head. The giant rubber cock in my cunt felt even larger in that position and I groaned, still unable to cum.

“You really can't help yourself, can you? Well, I'd better just give you what you want.”

Sir lifted my legs and positioned himself between them. I started to protest. I was still full of that big black cock, after all. But he didn't care that my cunt was full. It wasn't my cunt that he wanted...

When I felt his cockhead against my asshole, I squirmed and shouted, “No!” Sir responded with a short smack on my cheek.

“You want to cum, don't you? And you cum by getting fucked...” his voice trailed off as he began to push forward. My ass burned and constricted. I struggled to relax, to let him in, because I knew that he wasn't going to stop.

When he was buried to the hilt, Sir began to fuck my ass. Tears ran down my face. I bucked against him, felt that orgasmic warmth begin to return. My ass was completely full of Sir's rock-hard cock. My pussy was stretched to capacity. I was begging for him to stop. And I was going to cum.

When the first waves hit me, my body clenched tightly, sending shots of pain through my ass. Sir groaned at the extra tightness of my hole. I raised my hips and pulled at Sir's ass, shoving him deeper, begging him to fuck me harder as my fuckholes contracted and beads of cum slid from my cunt.

When Sir came, he flooded my ass. I wanted him to pull out, but I reminded myself that a cock is a gift and that I should be grateful. I kissed his shoulders and took deep breaths, still struggling with the dildo.

“Well, slut,” Sir said, pulling out and reaching for a towel, “what have we learned today?”

I winced as he untied the dildo and slid it out of my now-cavernous pussy. He didn't seem to mind that I hadn't answered.

“What do you need, whore?”

“I need to cum,” I whispered, blushing.

“And how do you cum?”

“By being fucked, Sir.”

“And how do you get fucked?”

“By you, Sir.”

He patted my head and laid the towel next to me.

“Well, I'll be taking my magazine upstairs...” I listened to his footsteps on the stairs. My cunt was sore but dripping. I was already wondering what the next lesson would be. Maybe next time, I would hide something under my pillow myself, and give him a reason to hurt me for real.

               Then One day I was working in the barn by myself and I had to pee. So I took a step in to a stall and started to pee. I was in a corner and peed on the wall. It was spalshing between the bords going out side. When I herd a screem. It was one of the women That I must have pessed on thow the wall. Before I could get zipped up my wrist was grabed by the black haired one. She pulled me so hard I all most fell on my face. With one hand held by hers the other was trying to keep my dick in my pants. she drug me up the stairs to a apartment above the barn. She threw me in the bath room. Yelling "You little pig don't you know that humens piss in there not on my leg." I was blown away.  I tryed to say I was soory over and over again to no avale. She kept yelling " Who the fuck do you think you are. Doid I do somthing to you to make you do that to me. The othe women came in and toold her to come out side. She pointed at me and told me so stay like a dog. I sat down ont the tub to think. when I notice my dick was not only hanging out it was as hard as it could get.  Before I could put it away the black hair came in pushed me into the tub on my back and stataled my face. She was not waering any panties. As she grabed my hair she said "You piss on me So I'm going to piss in you. Open your mouth." As soon as Idid as I was told A rush of piss came in to my mouth.  From out side the tub I heard the bloun say drink up bitch.  I swalowd gush after gush of warm piss.  The blond say He is fuckin injoying it look at that prick. I felt a hand wrap around it ans the last few drop left her cunt. She gave it a squze with not love intended. I all most choked.  "If You like it so muck then clean me the rest of the way up. I lapped the rest of the way from hole to top of hole. The better I licked the smother she got with the grip. Shit let me give him a try. I hear the blound say. I thought at my dick but she just traded spots with the black haird one. As soon as my mounth got open she let loos with more then the other. She was injoying it alot more As I stated to clean  her I tasted more then piss. As my lip just touch he clit she cam just as hard as when she pissed. They stroked my dick till it was just readdy to burst. Then got off of me like nothing happend. "Take a shower. and clean up we might not be done with you. I think you will be a good sub. to us.

              As I geting souped up I was still hard so I did somthing about it. As soon as I came I knew I shold not have done that when The black haired one came in and said "WTF you can't keep your hands away form that. Again She pulled me out but naked in to the bed room. She bent me over the bed and strated slaping my ass with her bare hand. "I'm Mistress Black and She is Mistress Blound. You will do what we say when we say it. No questions Just YES MISTRESS." Slaping my ass each time she said a word. As mistress blound came in she stop slapping and began rubbing. Se even ran her middle fingger rubbing my ass hole. Mistress black took a pair of hand cuffs from mistress blound and put them on me as I just lay there. Mistress black said "You got yours he got his so I want mien." She pulled a chair out and sat on it with just her ass cheak on it. Spread egale "Then Mistress blound grabed me by my hair and pulled my face right to her clit. "Lick" I did as she said. I went back and fourth up and down. As I tryed to work my way down I felt a slap to the ass. "Just lick" Mistress Black said. Then Mistress Blound Said That ass look to loonly I think I should fill it."I tryed to see what was going on when I got two more stings to my ass. I felt a drizzale of cold slik gell drip down my crack. I fell her behind me sperding my cheeks and pushing somthing right at the entrance to my hole. Smack I notice I was slowing down. Mistress blound was playing with me then she pushes the head of her toy  in. At first Alot of pressure. I could tell it was bigger then any thin I would put up there. She slowly pushes till it bottoms out. I'm mouning more then Mistress Black. She grabs my hair and say it stops when I get off. I stuggle for a few more minutes then she gets a rithem and I do to. It hurts but in the best way. I even start pushing back and fouth. I lick faster and faster. She pushes my head into her cunt I take every bit I can. She is wet my chen is dripping as I'm bing pounded from behind. Mistress Black exspodes right in my mouth. Misstress Blound keeps pounding unill I lick every last drop. Mistress just pushes me over and leaves the dildo hanging out of my ass. She puts my thobing dick in her ass and pumps every last dop out of me,

 

 

 

Experimenting with and in April

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

As a male in a mostly female profession I been privy to more female ideas, sexual talk, and preferences, than most men will ever hear in their lifetimes.  However, nothing had quite prepared me for my experiences with a co-worker named April.  April was in her mid thirties.  A petite blond with cute B+ cup breasts and an hourglass figure that I had lusted after for years, but alas, our relationship was more brother/ sister than lovers and we’d learned to leave well enough alone and enjoyed each other’s company.  We made an odd couple with her 4 foot 9 inches, maybe 100 pounds soaking wet so and me being 6 foot 6 while tipping the scale at 250 pounds. Friends since we were in nursing school together we had worked in the same hospital and though we no longer worked the same departments we kept in touch and talked a couple times a week at work enjoying the easy-going friendship that only exists after a decade.

It hadn’t all been fun and games I been there through some bad times as well. I was on duty that terrible time her only pregnancy turned into a ruptured tube and massive hemorrhage nearing taking her life.  My surgical team saved her life, but in the process we forever ending her fertility. I remembered when her marriage fell apart in the aftermath of that great loss and how I’d talk to her for hours encouraging her along until things got better. 

Years had passed and we stayed close and still visited when we could.  It was during one of these talks in the hospital that we discovered we were both planning to take an extremely challenging certification exam in a few weeks.  “Why don’t you come over Saturday and we can quiz each other?” She asked.

I agreed and the next Saturday afternoon found us at her lovely county house set on some five acres working hard at the brightly lit kitchen table while a light snow blew about outside.  I couldn’t help admiring her breasts and they moved freely and gracefully under her blouse, but knew like all the countless times we’d been together, nothing would ever happen between us, except for affectionate hugs and kisses.  So I put my thoughts of sex with her tight, toned body away and suggested we go get something to eat. 

            The local dinner provided an informal yet intimate setting, but as I stepped over to take her arm I slipped on the back ice in the parking lot and would have fallen except for my hand finding her blouse.  I had grabbed blindly and caught the fabric at the level of her cleavage ripping the top three buttons off her blouse exposing her braless breasts to view.  I apologized, and quickly offered to take her back home to change, but she refused.  She simply covered her nipples by shifting her top and told me.  “I’m hungry!  You exposed my boobs so you can just suffer through the meal having to look at them.  And look at them I did.  Even with her blouse put back together and tucked in her top was open to a point several inches below her lovely white orbs and any movement exposed an indecent amount to cleavage at times showing hints of her areolas and forcing her to rearrange the top to stay legally covered.  

            I was rock hard and she knew the effect she was having on me and laughed knowing my discomfort, as my rigid cock was outlined clearly in my pants.  Thankfully we were sitting in the booth, but just as I started to relax I discovered she kicked off her shoes and was running her feet up and down the outline of my hard organ.  She leaned back in the seat shamelessly cupping her breasts for just a moment in the nearly empty dinner and whispering “Ahhh a sizable cock.”

            I finished the meal in a trance and somehow drove back to her house.  The door had hardly shut before we are locked in a passionate kiss that went on for many minutes.  At last I reached for her nipples as she began to moan and cry out in real passion. I removed what remained of her top and began to suckle her engorged and sensitive tips as her hips began to move against me as if of their own accord, her breath coming in quick gasps.  We had stumbled to the living room floor by this point and I wanted her naked.  Unzipping her jeans I hooked a couple of fingers under her panties and she lifted her ass so I could pull them down.  As I did, she screamed one of the longest and loudest screams I’ve ever heard.  I knew I must have hurt her so I stopped and inquired what was wrong, but at first she couldn’t talk.  Tears streamed down her checks and she writhed on the floor until she at last explained that she’d not been hurt, but as her panties pulled away from her pussy, her body has surprised her with one of the most intense orgasms of her life.  After this, I couldn’t wait to enter her and in only two of three trusts my balls we slapping against her ass as she groaned and cried out and here was were it got interesting   

            I flipped her over to her belly and began seriously fucking her from behind when she pleaded with me to hold down her hands so I pinned them beside her head as I pistoned in and out of her tiny body.  In shifting position slightly I let go of her hands and she just about shrieked out her demand that I hold them down once more.  At this point and I decided to see just how far she wanted to go.  I grabbed her hands and pulled them both up behind her.  Using my belt I tied them roughly behind her.  I then gagged her with her shirt and fucked her good and hard her juicy pussy making sloppy noises amid her stifled cried of pleasure.  Pulling my wet cock from her vulva I worked the wet tip into her tiny pink anus feeling her tense and fight against the intrusion. 

            She was so small the sensations were astonishing.  She fought against it at first but there was nothing she could do and I was soon buried to the hilt in her sweet ass.  As I began to work in and out I suddenly felt her snug orifice contract against me as she climaxed. I held her hips and kept fucking her anal passage felling her slowly shift from riding the waves of her last orgasm to the realization she was still getting fucked in the ass and now that her climax was over she’d just as soon be done.  This is so natural.  Anyone would be scared of a large object up their ass when they are not headed toward their own orgasm.  I was lucky that along the way I’d learned that if a woman can endure a few minutes of dealing with fear arousal will build back up.  She knew she wasn’t being hurt, but she was very worried about being hurt, but she would have to tolerate it just a little longer. 

            As I worked in and out of her with smooth strokes, I remembered the first time I’d experienced a woman’s back door.  I’d been over to a friend’s house when he wasn’t there and I’d gotten involved with his younger sister.  Fearful of pregnancy she offered her ass for my pleasure and I discovered that while I don’t have a massive cock of the type that instills any other man who sees it with penis envy, nor do I have movie star looks, I did for whatever reason have a cock that when concealed in the depths of a woman’s anus before long she begin to climax without clitoral contact and it frequently happens repeatedly.  April’s new movements under me interrupted my thoughts and sure enough I could tell she had gone from fear to rebuilding arousal once more.  She moaned deeply her body rhythmically contracting about my hard shaft just moments before I filled her ass with my creamy load   Gasping I lay atop her my super sensitive organ within her Rolling to the side my cock was still hard enough to slide in and out of her moving from her ass to her cunt as I willed, just using her to gain the last pleasure from my exhausted manhood.  My finger just naturally began rubbing her sex and soon another orgasm tore through her restrained body.

            Until this afternoon I’d never tied up anyone in sex play, now I’d tied up one of my best friends and I began worrying about her reaction.  What if she resented it?  Not only could I find her friendly no longer, but, I could find myself accused of raping and sodomizing her. So it was with some trepidation I released her hands from behind her and untied the gag.

            “Did I do what you wanted?” I asked

            “You won’t get any complaints from me.  God Tom, I came more times and more intensely than I have and years.  You’ve been so special to me for all these years I never wanted to ruin our relationship with sex but now there is something I feel compelled to tell you and I don’t want you to think I’m strange or something. But you’re the only one I can trust with this.

You see, when I was little, my Mother would catch me playing with myself and would make me kneel down naked with my head on the floor, my ass raised and my legs spread as far as possible.  She was going the spank my “naughty parts” so I wouldn’t play with them. Them she’d go and wail me but good with a leather strap covering my ass and especially my little girl pussy with welts. Often I’d been so close to reaching my peak when she caught me that I cum in the process of the beating. She thought I was screaming in pain and sometimes I was, but she made me cum a lot   It was very kinky bordering on incest.  I find now that I can’t cum as easily as when I am forced to or the sex has an edge to it.   I’ve always thought you were the right guy to help me experiment but I never knew how to bring up the subject.  Do you think I’m terribly perverted, or would you be willing to do more wicked things to me?”

            “What exactly are you thinking of?”

            “I have to function sexually in normal everyday sex and I am learning to, but I have longed for the last ten years maybe my whole life to have someone explore really hurting me, but you are the only person I know who I could trust to hurt me, I mean REALY hurt me, you know cause intense pain—no broken bones or anything, but you know to hurt me sexually.  Once last summer I took and switch and used it on my tits.  It left a lovely stripe, but I didn’t have the nerve to hit myself that hard again.  God, I do wish you could have seen how I masturbated about it for weeks afterward.  That what I want real pain, even temporary damage, but nothing that would deform me for life.”

            “I don’t know April.  I’ve never set out to hurt someone…”

            “But you wouldn’t be.  No really deep down.  You’d be giving me pleasure.”

            “I’ve read about such things and they always say you should have a code word or action to indicate in something is going too far.”

            “No.  I don’t want control.  Don’t you get it?  I get excited by what you just did even though I instigated it, but what I secretly desire is to have you hurt me any way you want, as much as you want, for as long as you want, without any escape possible except to take the pain and enjoy the pleasure.  I want you to force me to do every nasty thing you want me to.”

            “When do you feel up to this?”

            “Right now.”

            All right, go pee and I’ll pour you a drink; I think you’re going to need it. 

            To be continued…       Thomascan06@yahoo.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

I walked in to her place and she had the living room already set up, I could just imagine what was in store for me upstairs in the bedroom, if we made it that far...LOL Candles lit and she dressed in some sexy clothes, with crotchless panties on...I brought her a glass of wine from the kitchen and she had me pull up the coffee table and lay back on it, with my head on one of her kitchen table chairs. She straddled my face and started working her sweet pussy onto my tonque and face...If I started not doing it good enough, she would reach down and squeeze my balls first hard and then harder until, I was straining to bury my tonque as deep into her pussy as possible. She would move down every now and then, and let me bury my tonque as deep into her asshole as I could also. After she had come several times from that, she had me take and put a cock ring around my cock and balls, so I could fuck her silly and not come. I fucked her from behind bent over the couch arm, had her on top of me with me sitting on one chair, and my legs on strecthed out onto another chair,,,so she could just ride my shaft up and down from on top, and with her on her back, me holding her legs in the air and just drilling her good and hard. After she had gotten off several more times, I was ready to get off also, and precum was just dripping out of my cock. But it wasnt that easy, and she was not ready to let me come yet, she pulled out the coffee table and had me lay crosswise across it(with a couple of pillows under my stomach) and tied my hands to the legs of the table. She then tied my knees, placed on two pillows as spread open as she could get them to the other 2 legs. So I ended up out in the middle of her living room floor splayed and tied on the coffee table with my ass up in the air and hers to do what she willed to me. She had told me to be sure to get a good switch for her to use if I was bad, and I knew better than to let her go out and find one. She started out working first one and then two fingers up my hot ass, and then lubed up an expanding butt plug and worked it up deep inside my ass. She let me watch as she started pumping it up and expanding it. After 15 pumps of the air bulb, the butt plug was getting huge and I was begging her to stop. She told me I was whining too much and pulled out a penis ball gag (5 1/2") and stuffed it into my mouth and tightened the straps. She broke out the switch and started running it up and down my butt crack in between starting to whip me with it. Every now and then she would stop and take some ice, and rub it all over my asscheeks to put the fire out and then start again. Sometimes she would reach between my legs and play with my cock, always taking some precum and let me watch her lick it off of her fingers. She knew from before that I could get to the point of cuming and erupt from a good paddleing or switching without ever touching myself...so that why she had me get the cock ring for this time. After she finished that, she pulled out an 8" strap-on and put it on, she took the penis ball gag out of my mouth, and told me I needed to suck a real cock and started fucking my mouth with her strap-on. She would grab me by the back of the head, and pump it into my mouth telling me she wanted to see it all disappear into my hot mouth. The first few times she did it, she would take that new baby tooth numbing stuff, and spread it onto a dildo and work it back against my throat until I could start taking it down my throat. (hmmm its been so long since I have done that, that I would have to do it again to be able to do that again). Well this was the first time that she hadnt done that and after a few minutes, I was taking it all the way pretty easily. SHe took and released the pressure on the butt plug, pulled it out, put some more lube on her fingers and worked 3 of her fingers up inside of me with more lube and then again some more. Laughing and telling me she really wanted me opened up for a suprise this night. She stuck the butt plug back up inside of me, it slipped right in,,,and came back around to my front and while pumping it up, and counting the pumps, she told me to start sucking on her cock again. She got to 20 and I was begging her to stop, again, between her fucking my face, and sticking the strap-on down my throat. SHe asked me if I had, had enough... I told her I wanted to cum and badly, she laughed at me and told me in due time, that she wasnt done with me yet tonight and wanted to see how her training from before would pay off...She gave me a couple of drinks of wine and went into the kitchen, where I couldnt see her. She came out wearing a 10" strap-on dildo that was just a bit smaller around than my cock at 7 1/4" around and came over and said she wanted to see if I could take it down my throat...well it took some doing, and some of the numbzzzz it stuff, but she was finally able to work that big thing in and out of my throat...Every now and then she would let some air out of the butt plug and then start pumping it up again until I would start begging her to stop,,,and then all I would be able to do was moan, around a cock that was working itself in and out of my mouth. She finally stopped and opened up the air cock on the butt plug and let it deflate, and it just popped right out of my ass. SHe laughed and said I think you are finally ready to get fucked tonight. I thought she was going to do me with the 10" strap-on but she went into the kitchen and after a few minutes came out with a monster 15" dildo strapped on her that was as big around as a beer bottle. I told her I didnt think it would fit and that it was two big, but she came over and grabbed me by the head and forced my mouth on it, and told me it wasnt to big and I couldnt do anything about it, so I might as well relax and enjoy it. Of course I couldnt take that thing down my throat so after a couple of minutes, of her having me lick and suck it...she told me that she really wanted to show me what it was like to get the heck fucked out of someone and that someone was me. She pulled out the penis ball gag again, and told me if I made to much ruckus she was going to gag me agian, but she would rather not have to do that. Now by this point my cock was probably at least 10" and just dripping precum and in the cock ring was not going anywhere. She worked more lube up my asshole and this time had four fingers up my ass, working more and more lube into my hole...she came around to my front and let me watch her pour a line of lube down the strap-on and work it around with her one already slick hand. She got behind me and spread my cheeks and slowly worked the dildo into me, Damn did it ever open me up...after about 5 minutes she was actually fucking me with around 8 or 9 inches of this monster, grabbing my hips and just drilling me deeper and deeper. I wa going uggghhhh every time it bottomed out, and she was slapping my ass, and just giving my upturned ass a ride. I told her over  and over again to jack me off that I wanted to cum, but she would say to me that would come later. She fucked me for at what I thought was at leat 10 minutes and she finally pulled that thing out of my ass. She started kissing me and untying me, once untied, I started to take the cock ring off and she told me she wasnt done with me yet and she still had some suprises for me. We went upstairs and she had me lay back on the bed, she straddled my face and after I had tonqued her to a couple of orgasims, she told me I needed to drink from her (that was one of the kinky things in the letters magazine that I had circled that I liked and I had notcied when I came in that she had 6 big glasses of water sitting on the kitchen sink...I guess, while I was tied up she had drank them) She let loose and told me if I spilled any on her sheets, I would be punished more then I had been that evening...I can say, that I did not miss a drop and licked her clean as a whistle, to another orgasim...(we talked about it later and she said just the first time doing something like that had made her cum harder than most times) After she got off another few times, she started working her fingers into my ass agin, and playing and sucking on my cock every now and then. SHe asked me if I was ready to cum and cum hard....Heck I had been ready to cum for about 2  hours or so,,,,she worked her thumb into my ass with her other 4 fingers....I started to moan, and graon, telling her it was to much,,,,she told me to push out with my ass and then to relax...her hand slipped up into me, and I told her it was to much...she just told me to chill (now I am a big guy and now I am untied) I chilled out and after about 30 seconds asked her to take it out,,,it was to much...she took it out, and started kissing me, and going up and down my body between kissing me and sucking on my cock and started working her fingers up into me again. THis time when she had her hand up inside of me, and hitting my g-spot it was still a tight fit, and werid, but it was great at the same time. She made a fist and started working my now fully hot and open ass with her fist. She reached over and loosened the cock ring and while using short strokes with her hand, started sucking on my cock...I exploded within 10 seconds and pumped load after load into her sweet sucking mouth. We had to take a break for a bit, cuddle and talk about what had happened...but for the next round,,,later that evening she had never had a man make love to her ass, and didnt know how pleasurable it could be....so it was a great night...

Hope you like the story and its actually true!!!
Eric

I looked at her and said “Well, what’s stopping you?” She gulped and immediately began to UN button her blouse, quick as a flash her bra was dropped between her feet. As she started to re button her blouse, I said “Only the bottom three, Slave” she re adjusted the buttons fastening only the bottom three. Then she slipped her panties down her legs and over her ankles. She held them up to show me she had removed them, just as a bus pulled up on her side of the car. The Bus driver did a double take as he looked into my car. I realized what had startled him so, from his position, he must have been able to see straight down her blouse, see her bald cunt lips showing from beneath her skirt as well as seeing her holding her knickers and the bra between her feet.

I told Eleanor “Seems you have an audience” she looked up towards the driver ran a finger along her cunt lips and the popped the finger into her mouth before blowing him a kiss. The poor bus driver stalled his vehicle as we pulled away laughing.

The rest of the journey to her flat was pretty much ordinary, or as ordinary as it could be with a woman intent of flashing her cunt to all and sundry. We parked outside the launderette, which was beneath the flat Eleanor, Teresa and Emma shared. Walked to the end of the row of shops (4 units) round the side and then back down the alley to her front door. As we walked she said “You will meet Teresa today, but don’t worry both she and Emma are off out, George, Teresa’s boyfriend is supposed to be picking her up to go to a party and Emma’s off to see her mum. So we will have the place to ourselves real soon!”

I suddenly remembered I had left my bag in the boot of the car, but thought I can fetch it when we are alone, less likely to cause embarrassment. I said “When they have left, I will fetch my bag from the car!” “What bag” Eleanor enquired. “The bag we will need for our evenings fun!” I replied.

Eleanor introduced me to Teresa, although to be honest I thought she thought I should have been scraped off Eleanor’s foot outside. My immediate impression was stuck up bitch. Just then Emma made an appearance and did not help matters by saying “OH, Hi Ray, I did not recognize you with your clothes on!” I received a cold hard stare from Teresa. Eleanor dragged me by my hand and led me to her bedroom. She called out “Any chance of a cup of coffee, Emma”. Emma replied “Yeah, ok. You want one too Ray?” “Yes please” I replied.

Five minutes later, Emma just waltzed into Eleanor’s bedroom with two coffees. Eleanor never even blushed at the fact she was stark naked. She took her coffee from Emma and promptly gave her a kiss, not on the cheek but full on the mouth. Emma blushed as she handed me my coffee, Eleanor said “Come on Ray, Thank Emma for your coffee!” “I am sure she would love you to stroke her cunt or let her stroke your cock” Emma started to protest, until I said “Is that right, Emma. How about I tease your nipples, that is till I get to know you better!” Eleanor spun to face me. The look on her face said you dare. I reached behind Emma’s head and pulled her head towards me, I kissed her full on the lips forcing my tongue into her mouth. I also made sure that Eleanor saw me feel Emma’s tits. Emma meekly accepted my groping, before fleeing the bedroom.

Eleanor said “You Bastard!” I replied “Do not ever tell me to do anything, if you don’t want me to do it!” “Because I would do it in spite of you!” I then told Eleanor, “Be really careful because you don’t know what I have planned and if you upset me you could be made to suffer even more!” She nodded. “Besides I thought we had sorted out, last Saturday that I am your Master not the other way around!” I added. “Sorry Master” she offered.

 Eleanor came up to me, wrapped her arms around me and asked “What have you got planned, Love?” I laughed and said “You’ll just have to wait and see!” “Emma, can you come here, please” Eleanor called out. When Emma entered the room, Eleanor said “Sorry about earlier, Ray has told me to apologise and ask you if you would like to stay in with us tonight” I interrupted “Emma, that’s not true. I told Eleanor that I would not tell her what was planned for tonight; she now thinks that if you stay in tonight she will escape from my plans!” “You are more than welcome to stay in with us but you may become embarrassed watching Eleanor suffer her punishments” I added.

Emma said “Thanks for the invite, but I am meeting a friend outside the cinema!” With that she turned and walked out of the room. I turned to Eleanor and said “Nice try, but you’ll have to do much better to get on over on me!” “Now, put on your see through white blouse and a knee length skirt, nothing else and come into the living room when you’re ready!” I added. I then went back to my car and retrieved my bag.

By the time I came back to the flat door, a man I assumed to be George was leaving with Teresa. I introduced myself and shook his hand. Teresa dragged him away. I entered the flat and passed Emma as she was leaving, “Enjoy your film, Emma” I offered. “Thanks Ray, you enjoy your evening as well” she replied. “Oh, I intend too!” I countered. With that Emma left.

I carried my bag into the living room. I moved the dining table to with in 5 feet in front of the TV, squared it up in such a way that when tied to it Eleanor would still be able to see the screen. Eleanor walked into the living room, wearing exactly what I had instructed her to. I laid her across the table, with her head overhanging facing the TV. I then tied each of her arms to a table leg each and her legs to the remaining two legs. UN doing her blouse I exposed her breasts, and then I raised the hem of her skirt exposing her cunt. Going to my bag I retrieved a roll of wide packing tape, tore two short lengths about 3 inches in length, I folded over one edge sticky side to sticky side to give me a tab and stuck them across her nipples.

I then lowered my head and blew gently across her cunt lips; she shivered as the cool sensation hit her expose lips. I stood up, walked around to my bag and removed the enema bag, a butcher’s hook and a long length of tubing. I fixed the hook on to a picture rail (for those not aware of the English idea of a picture rail, it’s a wooden moulding fastened to the wall about six inches from the ceiling. In Victorian times it was for hiding the fixings to hang pictures from, hence its name.) I turned to Eleanor and said “Won’t be long, don’t go anywhere. Will you” I went into the kitchen to prepare a warm soapy enema. When I returned I hung the bag on the hook making sure the valve on the tubing was closed. I turned on the TV and started the Video preloaded before Eleanor’s appearance. The screen spring into life as two large Black males began to bind a single white female. I Suggested that Eleanor would find the film interesting in not erotic. I ordered her to keep watching the film. Walking once again around the table to between her legs, I slowly traced my tongue from her inner thigh up towards he cunt.

I deliberately stopped just before contacting her cunt lips, then repeated this on her other thigh. I saw her response as her cunt lips unfolded and her clitoris began to peek through. I gently blew on to her clitoris before parting her cunt lips with my fingers. For the next 45 minutes I bathed her cunt in soft penetrating licks, bringing her to several orgasms. At one stage I had to admonish her for her vocal cries were becoming too loud for comfort. It was at this point I eased the enema nozzle gently but firmly into her anal ring, setting the flow to a reasonable rate.

I then removed my clothes, and walked in front of her upturned head, I pushed my hard cock against her mouth. Instinctively she opened her mouth and bathed my cock head in gentle licks. I told her to open her throat as I slowly pushed my seven inches into her mouth; she gagged so I withdrew my prick slightly allowing her to gasp air before returning to slip my prick down her throat. Each time her gag reflex occur I slightly with drew before finally achieving the full insertion of my prick. I slowly began to fuck her mouth. “Eleanor, I must warn you that if you spill any of the enema fluid from your arse, you will be punished” I warned her. “Ohhh omhgghtahst” was her reply. I took this to be acceptance as it was hard for her to speak with her mouth full.

I let my hands drop down on to her breasts, gently finding the tabs. Gripping them between my finger and thumb I yanked my left hand upwards, her right breast pulled away from her chest as the sticky tape began to par. The last thing to spring back towards her chest was the erect nipple. I instantly felt her throat muscles tighten around my cock. Dropping this tape I felt her newly exposed nipple and lightly twisted it. It felt hard and rubbery between my fingers. Again Eleanor let out an animalistic unintelligible noise. Reaching further down her body I rubbed her stomach feeling the almost wave like motion of the enema filling her colon.

My right hand whizzed upwards repeating the effects on her left breast, again her throat muscles contracted. I then continued to fuck her mouth whilst gently rubbing her stomach. I knew I was not going to last much longer and wanting to save my load to fill her arse, I withdrew my prick from her mouth. “Oh Master, what are you doing to me, I feel so wonderfully bloated and as horny as hell” she murmured.

Just then I heard someone clapping, I looked up and saw George and Teresa standing by the living room door. I tried to cover my prick. Teresa walked past me and stood looking at the TV, by now the white woman had on black cock up her arse and the second pumping into her cunt. “I haven’t seen this one, you must lend it to me!” she said. Then turning to George she said “George get into my bedroom and remove all your clothes, put on the items I have laid out for you and return here at once!” As George turned and left the room Teresa said “George is such a sweetie but weak as dish water, don’t worry about covering up, I am well aware of this bitch’s sexual likes and dislikes. Aren’t I slut?” “Yes Mistress” was Eleanor’s response.
I think it dawned on me just then the resentment that Teresa had shown was borne of a Mistress losing her Slave with out consent. I turned to Teresa and said “She was your slave, before mine” She replied “Oh no nothing like that, just occasionally she would do as she was told where George was concerned, you could say she helped me humiliate George enough to reach my current position with him.”

She added “May be I will look forward to the challenge of subligating you!” I told her she had no chance. “I now see the challenge to put you in your rightful place at the feet of a master!” I added. With that I grabbed her wrists and pulled her over to the settee. Sitting down I forced her across my knee and raised her Skirt. She was wearing powder blue knickers with matching self supporting stockings. In one fell swoop her knickers were around her knees and the first hard slap careered down on the white plump ass cheeks. “Ouch, you’ll pay for that” she yelled. A further three just as hard slaps brought a rosy pink flush to her arse and suddenly she stopped struggling. “Stop, Stop please stop” she begged. I noticed the defiance in her voice was now gone. I paused my assault on her arse. Her free hand came round and gently rubbed her reddening cheeks.

I pushed her on to the floor and told her “On your knees bitch, my cock wants to feel the inside of your throat” She looked at me with anger in her eyes. Like a queen that had just been toppled from her throne. Slowly she climbed on to her knees and approached me, she reached out towards my prick but I tapped her hands away. “Did I say you could touch my prick?” I said. I thought this was probably a ploy of hers to try to turn the tables. She apologized and opened her mouth to accept my prick. Warily I allowed her to take my prick head into her mouth after warning her “Don’t even think of biting my prick, or I warn you that your cunt would need major surgery before you would be able to use it to even piss through” I know it was an idle threat but it seemed to work as she gently lapped at the head of my prick.

Suddenly Eleanor moaned “Master, I can’t hold on much longer my belly hurts!” I suddenly remembered that the enema was still flowing in to her. I pushed Teresa away and stopped the flow. I rubbed Eleanor’s now bloated belly and said “Hold it in for another five minutes and then my new bitch here will take you to the toilet. I turned to Teresa and said “Strip now and make an erotic one for my pleasure!” “Fuck you!” she replied. I grabbed her hair and said “What was that bitch!” I forced her head down raising her arse as my free hand swung through the air and crashed into her red arse cheeks. “Ouch” she cried. “Sorry master, I will do anything you tell me to but don’t smack me again” she begged.

I let her go and she raised herself up on to her feet and began dancing to some imaginary music as she removed her clothing. Just then George walked into the room, Red faced and dressed as a French maid including stockings.

Teresa stopped her dancing and stared at George. “Who told you to stop” I called to her. She immediately recommenced her gyrations and said “George, Sweetie, I want you to meet our new master.” George gulped as he looked at me. I instructed George to untie Eleanor and take her to the toilet, but only allow her to stand in the bath and I want a full report of what she does. He nodded and set about undoing the ropes binding Eleanor. Meanwhile I gently removed the Enema nozzle.

By the time George and Eleanor returned, Teresa was stark naked and I was inspecting her. “Tits too flabby, nipples ok though. Do you like them pinched, twisted or simply pulled?” I commented. “Pinched, Master” she replied. “What have we here?” I said as I gently tugged on her pubic hair. “Ouch, master” she responded. “Eleanor get over here!” I commanded. “Look at this, what is wrong with this?” I asked as I pointed towards her pubes. “Master, you insist all your slaves are properly shaved and it looks so untidy like that!” she replied. “Correct, my little slut. How do you suggest we remedy this situation?” I enquired. “I could take her away and shave her Master!” replied Eleanor. “Or I think I have some Hair removal wax, somewhere!” she offered.

Teresa said “I don’t mind being shaved, but not the wax, please” I said “Do you remember your reaction to me, earlier tonight! You thought I was not fit to be in the same room as you! Well now its time to pay for that attitude!” I said. “Eleanor find me the wax, George get me some hot water!” I ordered. When the pair of them left the room, Teresa came up to me and whispered “I will be a good girl and shave this off for you, I promise but please not the wax, it will hurt terribly!”

“Yes, I know it will, but think of this, If it was George who was to be done, and you were in charge which would you use. Shaving or Wax?” I asked. Teresa’s eyes looked downwards to the floor and she never answered. “I thought so. You have just answered your own question as to why it has to be the wax!” I said.

“Teresa get on the table, on your back! NOW!” I demanded. Meekly she climbed on the table just as Eleanor and George returned. “George, Tie Teresa’s hands down like Eleanor’s were earlier! Eleanor you tie her legs down just as yours were!” I ordered. Taking a longer strip of the broad tape, again creating a tab on I pressed it over Teresa’s closed mouth.

“George, Teresa has always led you a dog’s life, has she not?” I enquired. “Yes Ray” he replied. I immediately slapped his face. “Sorry Sir I meant to say Yes, Master” he repeated. “That’s better” I warned him. “Despite your lack of respect for me, I still think its justice for you to do the honours of using the wax to remove her pubic hair” I said. Teresa’s eyes shot wide open and she began shaking her head, trying to say no! Whilst George performed his tasks on Teresa, I had Eleanor prepare two of the lengths of broad tape similar to the ones I had used on her Tits. And told her to apply them over Teresa’s nipples, but only after sucking the nipples to their full erect state. “Don’t forget to dry her nipples before applying the tape!” I reminded Eleanor.

I in the mean time walked behind George and lifted the hem of his maid’s uniform. It became clear now why it had taken so long to get ready, He was wearing stockings, suspender belt and a pair of bright red crutch less knickers. His already hard and swollen prick sticking straight out.

George coated the molten wax over the area of her pubes, and stood waiting for it to solidify. He was almost drooling as he watched Eleanor teasing Teresa’s nipples. I asked him “Were you ever allowed to suck her nipples, George?” “Never, not even before I became her slave” he replied. “What else were you stopped from doing to her?” I asked. “I was only allowed to fuck her missionary style, and then only when she said so. I was allowed to lick her arse but only after she had visited the toilet. I was never permitted to put anything in her arse at all” he ventured. “She would never ever suck me off!” he added.

“And would you like her to suck you off, or fuck her up the arse, or even suck her tits?” I asked. “Oh yes, master many a time I longed to take her up the arse or even fuck her between her tits, while she sucked the head of my prick!” he offered. Teresa’s eyes shot him a look of hatred. “Well tonight you are going to be sucked off but you will be punished if you cum in her mouth, you will have to shoot over her face. You see its humiliating for a bitch like her to become a cum slut” I told him. “Oh thank you master” he replied. I think I almost felt sorry for George, knowing as I did that what ever I told him to do he would pay for when in private with Teresa.

By now the wax had hardened, Eleanor had finished applying the sticky tape across Teresa’s tits. I leaned towards Teresa and said “Is my slut bitch ready to be de flowered of her pubic hair?” She violently shook her head and with pleading eyes begged to be let off. “Proceed, George!” I commanded. As he pulled the first strip of wax from her body, I murmured to Eleanor “When he gets close to pulling the hairs from her cunt lips, I want you to rip off one of the sticky tapes” She nodded.

As George pulled the first strip from Teresa’s pubic region she arched her back going with the pull. But to no avail, she could not raise herself high enough to prevent the wax soaked hairs being ripped from her body. I went to my bag and produce a long length of soft silk rope and secured Teresa’s waist firmly to the table. Then I looked at George’s handiwork, there was a bright pink strip complete void of hair where only seconds ago there had been a thick forest of jet black hair. “Carry on, George” I said, whilst nodding at Eleanor.

As George pulled the adjacent strip of wax from her pubic area, Eleanor yanked of the sticky tape on her right breast. Teresa struggled with the attention. Soon both the sticky tapes were removed and her cunt area whilst pink and sore looking was now denude of hair. I reached into my bag and brought out some aftershave, “this may sting for a little while but its better than the tingling feeling you would have to endure” I told Teresa. I applied a generous amount to my hands and dabbed it on to her pubic bone. She twisted and turned as the lotion began its work.

When she had calmed down, I gently removed her tape gag and she said “You Bastards That really hurt!” I slapped her face and warned “Imagine then if I was to finger fuck you now with the aftershave still on my fingers!” suddenly she realized “sorry Master. I just lost my sense of presence” she added.

I told Eleanor to suck on George’s cock till I come back. I went and washed my hands returning to find Eleanor eagerly devouring George’s cock beneath his frilly hem of the French maid’s uniform. “Teresa, are you going to suck Georges cock and let him cum on your face?” I asked. Realising that to refuse would result in further punishment she meekly nodded her head.

So that night George got Teresa to suck his cock, and he blasted copious amounts of white cream over her face, which I made Eleanor lick off but she was not allowed to swallow it. She then transferred the cum from her mouth into George’s, before he swallowed his own cum. I then allowed Teresa to be untied and asked “Do you want George to sleep with you tonight bitch” Teresa replied “If that is your wish master!” I turned to George and said “I have a better idea, George are you tired?” he replied no not really. “Good Then all of you follow me!” I insisted. Walking in to Teresa’s room I was glad to see a four poster bed. I immediately produce a pair of metal handcuffs from the bag I had brought with me and cuffed George’s hands around the post.

I then Tied Eleanor and Teresa together with ropes on each arm and leg and finally a rope that went around their waists and then between their legs to be fastened behind the other persons back. I laid them down on their sides on the bed. Returning to my bag I produce a 15 inch long double dong and slipped one end into Eleanor’s cunt, over the rope and eased the other end into Teresa’s cunt. Further objects taken from my bag include a vibrating butterfly which I secured trapped between the two women’s tits. This was held in place with a further length of rope tied tightly around their upper chest having been threaded under their arms. Next two smaller vibrators were inserted into each of the women’s arses. All three vibrators were then set to a steady hum and finally I produce a vibrating butt plug, looking at George. I said “must not leave you out of the fun, Eh, George” I eased this into his arse and turned it on.

I stood surveying my handy work; I could not imagine any of them getting much rest tonight. Already the girls were moaning and George, well George was fucking an imaginary body in front of him. As I turned to leave I said “nitey night” and laughed as I switched out the lights.

 I returned to the living room and re dressed. About thirty minutes later, I heard George’s voice saying “Oh Fuck, I am going to cum” and the two girls, well they were obviously already coming as the air was full of grunts and groans. I was just about to go check on them when the flat door opened and in stormed Emma.

“Fucking men” she said. “Hello to you too!” I said. “Oh Sorry Ray, but I have had it with that useless piece of shit called a boyfriend” she moaned. I took her hand and led her into the living room, I forgot the video was still running and as soon as she saw it she shot passed me and sat crossed legged in front of the TV. “Where is Eleanor?” She asked. “She is around, but a bit tied up” I chuckled. “Fancy missing a film like this!” she countered. I walked over to her and paused the video saying would you like to see where Eleanor is and why she is missing this film. I took her outside Teresa’s room and said “Go in there and see for yourself” with that I gave her a gentle push towards the door.

She entered the room…………

    "Shh Alyssa." I cooed, "No one can hear you"

     "Randy, what are you doing? I like you, I would have gone out with you if you'd asked."

     "I am not going to explain myself, this is how this is going to be
 I grabbed my camera and started snapping pictures of her torn top and bra. After a few minutes I took a knife and sliced her straps away and watched her gorgeous breasts fall out onto her chest, and rest on each side. They were so heavy that they fell to the side and created a valley that I could easily fuck.
    "Alyssa these pictures have just been downloaded onto a computer and will be uploaded to the Internet, if you not do as I say.
    "What do you want from me?" She said as a tear rolled down her cheek.
    "You will be my sex slave, at my command at all times. You will learn to live without clothes and will learn to love pain. One last thing, you will only address me as Master" I was saying this as I was slicing her clothes to shreds. I pressed a cold knife against her nipple. "Any restraint on your part will cause you a lot of pain, do you understand me?"
  "Yes" Alyssa said shivering."

  "What did you say?!" I yelled as I slapped her titties so hard they went red as she screamed.

   "Yes Master." My slave quivered. "I will do whatever you say."
   After untying her, I dragged her to the living room, where her eyes went wide. All around her she could only see torturer devices: cuffs for wrists and ankles, spreader bars, floggers, gags, blinders, harnesses along with a cage for her to sleep in. There are other devices I will introduce her to in the future, such as the electric shock equipment.  Shackling Alyssa to wrist cuffs I fashioned from the ceiling I let my hand glide over her body from her chubby cheeks to her plump arms and then to her large tits. I massaged them for a long time loving every minute of it.

            “Mmm, Keep it up.” Alyssa moaned. I stopped and felt her pussy. Her wet soft flesh was shaved and very soft.

“Well it looks like my little slut likes pain.” I cooed as I picked up a spreader bar.

Once again her eyes grew to the size of saucers, as I spread her legs, she tried to close her legs. I grabbed her nipples, squeezing and pulling them hard,

“Owwww.” She screamed. I grabbed a gag and shoved it into her pretty mouth; the circle gag keeps it available for my pleasure. After tying it around the back of her head I pulled away and admired my work. The prettiest barista now, the sexiest slave and now to train her properly….

If you like what you see please let me know. The next chapter will involve the training and fucking of the barista.

 "My dear" Mrs. Y began, "if we tried to rescue every young girl sold into a brothel in this city, we'd have hundreds on our hands."

 "Oh, I wasn't especially thinking about here" I said, "just some place that would treat her decently. She's been prostituted now for several months and has nothing else in her future". (Not that I had any end of slave-concubine in sight)

 Mr. Y suggested that he would inquire among his aquaintances who might take her for a maid or companion for his son, but it would be up to me to fetch her.

 I already had a plan, but Mr. Y would have to finance it.

 "Aha!" Mr. Y exclaimed, "I suspected a plot against my purse!"

 "Not very much" I replied hopefully.

 "The law is all on the side of the brothel owner" Mr. Y cautioned, "He bought her in a public auction and we'd be illegally tampering with his property".

 "We're fighting for justice!" I proclaimed boldly.

 Mr. Y laughed and said "I knew you had spunk. How can I resist you. But, caution, it would not go well for those caught doing this."

 I proposed my plan. Borth and Torg would visit brothels. They would ask if they had any very young girls there. If a thirteen year old was presented, ask if she was Zetta. If so, go ahead and consummate the deal. When alone, let her know you are a friend of Kara and would like to help get her out, presuming she wished that. Ask her how and when she could get free if a cart was waiting to whisk her away. The boys would need brothel money.

 "That gets you half way" Mr. Y said, "What happens next?"

 " If your horse is fast, and she breaks free at a particular time, they speed away" I replied.

 "To where?" asked Mrs. Y.

 "If you don't have a place for her to go, then I guess here" I answered.

 "This sounds dangerous" Arful contributed.

 " Yes, and you're the one to do it!" I exclaimed, "You'll drive the cart!"

 "I think this is thrilling!" said Borth.

 " I'm excited, but scared" said Torf.

 "I think you're all crazy" said Mr. Y, " But I applaud your idealism and I'll go along with it. Let's send the boys out in two days."

 I was doing my duty with Borth that night and at one point he asked if he should fuck Zetta at the brothel, or if I just Torg should. I replied that it would probably be less suspicious if, once you were in the brothel, that Torg take Zetta and he take a different girl.

 "Keep it clean in there" I admonished him as I fondled his cock.

 The boys went off on their mission. The rest of the household waited anxiously for their report. As soon as they returned they gave us the story.

 The first house they visited said they had no girls under sixteen. They probably lied, but the boys asked to see their youngest anyway. None there fit the description I had given them.

The second house said they had two fourteen year old girls. The madam led them out for inspection and had the boys feel their tits and cunt. None of the girls fit the description though Borth said they were sorely tempted and might return there as customers. Borf apologized to the madam and said none of the girls was the right age for Torg.

 The third try brought success.The owner claimed he had two thirteen year olds and brought them out. One was Zetta. The other girl was obviously more developed and probably a little older. Torg said he would take Zetta. Borg said he wasn't satisfied and would take an older girl. They paid and fucked.

 Torg said Zetta was desperate (as were all the girls there). She thought she could get out the back gate but then there was a six foot wall to the alley. Torg suggested that they could make a rope ladder secured to the cart, and send it over the wall. They agreed on making the attempt three days hence.

 Arful assured us he could construct the ladder.

 "What will we do with her when she arrives?" Mrs. Y wondered.

 "She'll probably be dirty and hungry and in need of some comforting" I suggested.

 "Actually", Torg chirped, " she's quite clean but probably not well fed and the only clothes she has is the little tunic they wear in the brothel.

 Privately, I asked Torg about fucking her.

 "She liked me" he said, "She says she rarely gets young guys. She does fuck pretty well but she's not up to your standards".

 I kissed him for that.

 Everyone in our household was up at the break of dawn on the day of the escape. I'd slept with Arful that night and kicked him out of bed with the rooster crow. The boys hitched the horse to the cart and were off.

 Meera brought in breakfast and asked what all the commotion was about. We told her .

 "Oh, bless them" she cried, " I hope they'll be safe and sucessful."

 Mr. and Mrs. Y and I sat at breakfast, barely eating and barely speaking.

 Half an hour later , the clatter of hooves anoounced the boys' return. We ran toward the stable.

 Zetta came running toward me, arms outstretched.

 "Oh, Kara!, Kara!" she cried "I always thought you'ld find me!"

 We embraced and kissed, and cried. Mr. and Mrs. Y were crying too. Meera was crying.

 The boys swaggered in.

 After things settled down a bit, Mrs. Y told Meera to bring Zetta some more appropriate clothes.

 We talked, and talked, and talked. I told Zetta my circumstance here. This night, she could take my bed and I'd sleep with Borth if she wanted to be alone. She wanted to be with me, but she wanted to give a favor of sexual attention to Torg in gratitude and because she liked him.

 That was it then. Early evening with the boys and we'd sleep together. Early evening, we had both of the boys in my room. Only Torf fucked Zetta. Both had some time with me.

 When we went to bed, Zetta didn't want to talk about any of her experiences. She cuddled up to me all night.

 The next day Mr. Y said we would have visitors that evening. A friend with his wife and thirteen year old son would come to look Zetta over. They might take her as a companion for their son.

"Do I have sex with the kid?" Zetta asked.

 "If both of you want" Mr. Y responded, "but it won't be required by me or his father".

 I had a music lesson that afternoon, and I had learned enough that I was asked to play my lyre for the guests that evening. My first public performance! I was much more concerned with that than whether Zetta found a home immediately.

 Meera supervised Zetta and me in preparing a small feast. The guests arrived and everyone was introduced. Zetta and the boy seemed to get along well, though he certainly had eyes for me too. I was not in this game. I thought to myself that few slave girls would have had any choice in the matter. Most of the priviledged boys take whatever they want from slave girls.

 At one point the gentleman guest said " I heard a young slave girl escaped from a brothel yesterday. The brothel owner said he would hang her if she were caught. If, she happened to be under my protection, it's the brothel owner who would be hanged"

 His speech was greatly applauded.

 As more wine was served, it became time for my musical performance. I was very pleased that it went well. Mr. Y gave me a kiss on the forehead.

 "You are such a jewel" he gushed.

 Zetta and the boy, Jank, were off together giggling in a corner. She'd extended an invitation to my bedroom. He replied that he would have to ask his father. His father though Zetta a very nice companion for his boy said they could leave the group After they left, Mr. Y advised the gentleman that Zetta was in need of basic education as he had determined earlier. She was illiterate, or nearly so, and had no skills. Our guests understood and would provide for her. They decided to leave Zetta here another day while they prepared a room for her.

 In the meantime, young Jank was getting a sex education. Zetta told me later that he couldn't come yet and she had him in every oriface until she wore him out. She said that although her cunt had had too much experience, she was really hot for fucking that night.

 Zetta departed the next day in her new clothes. We would be able to see each other often if we wished.

 A letter arrived from my uncle. He was overjoyed to hear from me. He feared I had been killed +in the fighting. He had still not found my mother and feared the worst. He said our country was still in a terrrible state, and if I was healthy and being cared for, it was best for me to remain until someday I could return if I wished. He assumed there would be a monetary consideration at that time but would be willing to pay it.

 Both Mr. Y and I answered his letter. I don't know what Mr. Y wrote, but he got an answer.

 Zetta's guardian wrote to Mr. Y to ask if I might visit for a dinner. Zetta had now been there a week.

 There was also a note from Zetta! Zetta couldn't write any more than her name a week before! She wrote, guided by her guardian, that she had four hours a day of instruction. She had to learn math too.

 I was asked to bring my lyre on the visit.

 I was escorted to her house by Arful, who would come to take me home that night. I was welcomed in like a hero. Zetta couldn't wait to show me her very own room and around her new house. She said she slept with Jank sometimes but only when they both fell asleep. She said that since Jank couldn't come yet, the fucking was all for fun. She still had a thing for Torg too. She wouldn't mind a return invitation that ended in Torg's bed.

 We had a fine dinner, and her guardian declared me lucky beyond words for being in Mr. and Mrs. Y's custody. Her guiardian said he understood that I had bedroom duties with the boys, but that I seemed none the worse for it.

 "I'm their teacher" I replied, " and I'm delighted when my pupils learn well".

 That got a great laugh.

 I played my lyre and the lady of the house played the flute. I even danced a little, though I'd only had a few lessons.

 Arful arrived to take me home and the hosts insisted he stay for a cup of wine and take back an invitation to the whole family, including me. Especially me.

 Arful and I went back home. He'd missed his evening with me, so I slept with him. I wanted to celebrate and Arful had the fucker to do the job. He's my only "big people" fuck now, three days a week, and I like a big cock in the right places.

                                       * * *

 I'm leaping ahead in my story now because nothing changed in my relationships in the next six months.

 Torg is fifteen now and much more sexually adept. I've turned sixteen and my figure has filled out, much to the admiration of my friends and lovers. I have developed a real love for music and dance and have read many more books. Borf is now seventeen and has put on some muscle. What causes me to pause here is that Arful is getting married. It's a somewhat arranged affair. Both families are prominent. Mr. Y has given Arful more responsibility in his business. Arful and his new bride, Lenna, will live in this house for a while. She and I have become friends despite my inferior social status. Arful and his parents impressed upon her the case that I am not an ordinary slave girl. I have left Arful's bed. He has priviledges if he chooses totake them, but he's no longer on a schedule. I split my time equally between Borth and Torg.

 Oh yes. Zetta is developing and since Jank ejaculates now, they must be more careful. Her schooling has been effective and we exchange letters. She wrote that Jank suggested (not demanded as he could have) that she fuck with his friend. She liked the boy, so she did. I cautioned her to stand up for herself before she found ten cocks in line at her bedroom.

 My tale is at an inconclusive conclusion. I'm really powerless to determine my future. If either Borth or Torg wants to keep me as a concubine forever and Mr. Y agrees, that's it. While my place in the household makes any onerous outcome very unlikely, uncertainty is always present. I must just continue as best I can in the circumstances.

                                     THE END

So I got up and went straight in to the shower knowing I had to be quick because in an hour I was meeting a friend. I started to wash my long blonde hair, as I left the conditioner I washed my body starting with my 34 D breasts just rubbing them and tweaking my nipples which at this point seemed to be very hard, I could feel myself getting wet, I slowly started to glide my hand down my stomach and onto my pussy where I rubbed the outer lips for a few seconds. It was just then that I realised I had no time to be messing around I had to be quick, so, I washed the soap off my body and rinsed the conditioner out of my hair hurrying so I wouldn’t miss the bus and be late.

After I finished meeting up with my friend I had to go back to get ready for tonight, I had been told that we were going to all go out to the normal rock and heavy metal club we normally go to. I got dressed in a black mini skirt, ripped fishnet tights (or as the Americans say pantyhose) a black lace up corset, high heels and of course my little black thong. I was looking forward to it but it was just going to be like any other clubbing night…or was it?

As we entered the club it was rather full, lots of people on the dance floor, and some sort of Goth/industrial music was playing. It was then I noticed a man at the bar. He had long black hair, tall, a very pale but strong looking face, it was also very obvious that he was muscular. He wore mostly leather apart from his top. His shoes were leather, his trousers (pants) were leather and his coat was leather. I just stood there staring at him; I didn’t know why I just couldn’t help myself. He then saw me staring at him but I quickly looked away feeling embarrassed. A few hours had passed and I was having a lot of fun but I still noticed the man at the bar, it seemed like he hadn’t moved all night and I know he kept on looking at me every now and then. In some ways the way he looked at me made feel scared yet in other ways it made me feel excited.

About 3 hours had passed and decided to step outside for a bit and go for a cigarette (considering the ban on smoking inside public places is now illegal) I didn’t bother telling my friends because I know they would follow me and lecture me how I need to hook up with someone. As I stepped outside there were many people there so I went around the corner just for some peace and quiet. I tried to light my cigarette but realised that my lighter wasn’t working so I was going to have to go and ask someone if I could borrow there’s until the man that made my heart race stepped in and offered me a light. At this point I felt very awkward, I didn’t know what say, how to act so I just kept my mouth closed.

After a few minutes I finished my cigarette, said thank you I started to walk back until he said in a very deep dark voice “your very quite girl, aren’t you?” I replied back “Yeah.”

“I Like that in a girl, a girl who knows her place who only speaks when spoken to by a man” he said.

I was shocked and outraged, I wasn’t like that I just didn’t go and throw myself at people. So I just started on walking until he grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall asking “Where do you think your going? I haven’t finished with you”

Before I had chance to reply he tilted my head to the side and started kissing my neck then started, with his hand, to rub the outside of my tights (pantyhose) and thong. I wanted to scream and run but I couldn’t, In fact I felt very turned on by what was happening.

Before he did anything else to me he told me to keep quite and go with him. He took me to his car and told me to get in. I got in, and he locked the doors. Then drove us to a very big house that was isolated. He took me inside the house and down to the basement where there was a room with a big 4 post bed, with black satin sheets and a stone cold floor. He told me to get on the bed then he removed all my clothes and tied my hands and feet to each post.    

He began “Now we can either make this difficult or easy, it’s up to you. All you have to do is be a good little girl and obey my every command, you will only speak when spoken to, and when you do reply to me you will refer to me as master. Failure to do so will end up in a punishment. The sooner I have my way with you the sooner you’re free to leave. Understand?”

I wanted to yell at him to let me free now and to let me go, after all he and I both know he has no right to do this, however what I didn’t know is why I  wanted to stay right where I was, why I could feel my breast tingling or my pussy beginning to get wet again. His voice seemed so soft yet dark and cruel, it was so seductive, he knew he had me in is wicked cruel game, he knew I was weak towards him and he also knew that part of me craved for this.

I replied back “Yes I understand”

“Good girl, however your answer is not fully correct so before I proceed explaing to you what you will be required to do, you will receive your first punishment” he said to me his tone getting deeper.

“I, I, I don’t understand wha!”

“Silence! You did not reply back properly, you acknowledge me as master, you simply said ‘yes I understand’ which is not good enough. So for your first punishment you will receive 10 lashes across your body to learn that you will give me the respect by acknowledging me as your master.”

He then took out cane and I gasped, I was terrified. He turned me over and laid me on my stomach but making sure to tie me back to the bed posts.

He then shouted “ONE!”

Caning my legs, I screamed out in pain, it was horrible tears rolling down my face and I was shaking in fear

“TWO”

Right across my arse, again sending crippling pain threw my body, he carried on doing this across my back, my arms and the inside of my thighs until their was only one left and said “Does my naughty little girl think she’s learned her lesson?” replying back in a tearful, shaky voice I said “I have Master it won’t happen again.”

Then as hard as he could he canned me across my arse.

“Good, I’m glad we have that sorted. Now, Know this you are my slave and you do everything I tell you to do, no matter how much dislike or hate the things I tell you to do you will do them. Now first of all I want an honest answer out of you, do you masturbate?”

I quietly replied” I uh umm well yes Master.”

“Very well, I want you to show me how you masturbate and I want you to explain to me in detail what you are doing and why you are doing it and you must not cum, understand?”

I wanted to argue so much, I mean how embarrassing for me to do that but then I remembered my 10 lashed and how I didn’t want that to happen again so I obeyed.

“Yes master”

“Very well, I will untie you, but try to escape an you will be in for a beating, mark my words”

So once he untied me I started to touch m breast, squeezing and pulling on my nipples and sliding my hand down to pussy, I could feel how wet I was, I was so turned on just as I was about to enter my pussy my master shouted at me,

“I thought I told you to tell me what you are doing”

“I am rubbing my left breast with my right hand and pinching my nipple, I am doing this to make them hard. My left hand is slowly stroking the outside of pussy and i'm shocked at how wet I am.”

By this time I felt so humiliated I was being forced to masturbate in front of a stranger as well as tell him what I was doing.

“It always feels so nice when I play with clit so I’m going to use my middle finger to rub it fast…ohhhhh it feels so good…..hmmmm oh I just love playing with my cunt I’m getting ready to slip 2 fingers inside of me…I’m doing it and it feels soooooo good uh uh, oh hmmmmmmm yes yes oh yes Master…”

He seemed to be pleased with my effort of explaining to him what I was doing but once I just carried on moaning he started to say cruel nasty things to me:

“Such a dirty filthy slapper, look at the little slut Masturbating, Playing with herself to get pleasure. You are nothing but a little whore, but you’re my whore my dirty naughty bad little whore who is learning how to behave for her master”

As he said these words it turned me on even more, I could feel my self building up towards an orgasm but then I remember I was told it was forbidden for me to cum. He then told me stop then said:

“Right my little whore on the cold stone floor, onto your knees.”

“Yes master”

As I got on my knees, he tied my hands together and then he took out his large cock.

“Surely you know what to do” he asked.

I did as I was told I sucked he’s cock getting as much as could in my mouth but it wasn’t enough, my master started to grab my hair and push my face further onto him and thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, I started to gag and I felt ill, once again I was crying and sobbing I could feel most of his cock inside of my mouth and all the time he was just saying things like “yeah that’s right take it like the whore you are. You’re nothing but a fuck machine to me”

He then pushed me down so I was lying on the ground, and started to fuck me really hard and fast. It felt as if he was tearing my pussy open, I couldn’t breathe but al the time there was a mix of pain and pleasure. He then ordered me to cum and I did. If felt as if an explosion had gone through my body, I shivered in pure ecstasy. Once he had finished he said “You have pleased me a lot tonight, and you now have a choice, you can either leave now and we will never see each other again, or, you can become my full time slave, letting me use and abuse you as much as I want but at the same time taking care of you and teaching you how to please me.”

I thought for a few minutes of what I just been through, all the pain and the suffering but some how I felt safe with this man, it was as if I had found my true place where I belonged, yes it was a risk. My head said leave and never come back but my body and my heart said stay.

“I am your slave master, and I will honour you the way a slave is meant to honour their master.”

“Very well, you will stay and obey all of my rules, but let me tell you this tonight I went easy on you because it was your birthday and your first time, however, tomorrow it’s down to some proper training slave.”

Hearing those words didn’t scare me, it made me curious as to what else my master had in store for me. He then put a collar around my neck and said

“This is yours, you also have a leash, you will wear the collar at all time understand?”

“Yes master” I replied.

He then came over to me and lifted me to my feet, I was cold and naked and he then embraced me in his arms kissing my neck and whispering in my ear “I have been watching you the last few month. The way you act and present your self is everything I love. I will take care of you.

Then went out of the basement locking the door behind him leaving me unable to reply to his comments, I was just shocked and confused but very excited for tomorrow.

Thanks for reading, this is my very first story so please don’t be too harsh although I will take all advice and criticism, if you want to email at all please do at: girl_loves_pain@yahoo.co.uk

        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.