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Exploring April part I

THOMASCAN on BDSM Stories

Experimenting with and in April

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

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Normal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in">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

 

 

 

Always Master's Choice

Thorny Rose on BDSM Stories

He led her into the small room with her hands cuffed behind her back, a blindfold around her eyes, and a leash attached to the chain that looped between her nipple clamps. A ball gag was in her mouth. She teetered on the very high, very thin stiletto heels she wore. He looped her leash on the doorknob, and removed the cuff from one of her wrists. Raising her arms above her head, He re-fastened the cuff where it had been. Quickly, He slipped the chain between the cuffs onto a hook that dangled from the ceiling. Her feet barely touched the floor, and she swayed with the motion of the chains. The upward stretching of her body made her back arch, thrusting her breasts forward. The clamped nipples were erect and throbbing. The rough hemp rope that encircled her

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breasts made them engorged and purple with pain. Satisfied that she was restrained adequately, He removed the leash. Taking her by her slender hips, He turned her to face in the direction He wanted. She felt His hands releasing the buckle from the blindfold. He reached into a small travel bag on the floor and removed a handful of tiny silver bells. He attached a bell to each of the nipple clamps and to the clit clamp. He then spaced the others out along the chain between the clamps. There was a light melodic tinkling of the bells as she swayed on her toes. "Nice, very nice," he murmured. He then turned to a closet and selected a rattan cane and a riding crop, "These will do for starters."

He ran his fingers over her back and ass. She shuddered violently. Taking up the cane, He swung it and connected solidly with her ass. THWACK! Her body swung forward with the impact and her toes scrambled for purchase on the floor. The thump of the cane, the ringing of the bells, her muffled cry around the gag, and the faint scuffing noises of her shoes on the floor made an intoxicating symphony to His ears. A bright red stripe glowed across her ass, and the tangy aroma of female arousal filled the air. The cane rose and fell, over and over, harder, faster. On her ass, on her back, on her thighs; stripes glowed red as her body convulsed with the pleasure and the pain. Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks. Her breathing was ragged. The junction of her thighs was wet with her juices.

He let the cane drop to the floor with a thump. He gazed admiringly at the welts that covered her body from the shoulders to the knees. Cruelly, He dragged His nails across the already abused skin. More muffled cries came from around the gag. The bells sounded over and over again as he opened the welts with his nails.

His hand reached up, removed the gag, and flung it to the floor. He roughly ran a hand over her dripping gash and brought it up to her face, to show her the juices she offered to Him in tribute. He forced His fingers into her mouth. Her lips and tongue moved eagerly around His them, sucking her juices from his skin. He pulled His fingers from her mouth. She gasped, "Thank You, Master for feeding my cunt juices to me. Thank You."

"Of course, my eager little slut," He said as He reached for the crop and began to ferociously stripe her bound and clamped breasts. The bells gave a steady melody to the silibant slash and percussive crack of the crop -- the music to which He made her dance. Her body convulsed with sobs of ecstacy.

The slashes stopped as He ripped the clamp from her clit, and rubbed the tortured, engorged flesh as the blood flowed back into it. The agony was pure bliss; the bliss was pure agony. His other hand roamed over her flesh, pinching and slapping, causing the juices to flow more freely from her gaping cunt. The stinging blows landed over and over again onto her flesh, marking her, making her His own. Every muscle in her body strained for release. With difficulty she choked out the words, "Master, please may i cum now? Oh, please, Master, i need to cum. my dripping whore's gash is so hot and wet. Please, Master, let me cum, oh, please."

He smiled at the writhing, panting property before Him. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Cum for Me now, slut-slave, right now," He said, as he suddenly brought His hand down with great force, first on one swollen breast then the other.

Her back arched as every muscle went rigid and she cried out in blissful joy. The shudders of a soul-searing climax coursed through her body again and again. A steady flow of hot pussy juice ran down her thighs. He leaned in and sunk His teeth into the flesh of her tits, perilously close to breaking the skin, marking her with His teeth. Her body continued to jerk and her cunt continued to spasm as He brutally thrust two fingers into her sopping wetness, His thumb strumming and stroking her clit as she cried, "Oh God, so good! Thank You Master! Thank you." He pulled his fingers out and slapped the gaping gash between her legs--once, twice, three times--before thrusting three fingers into her. The fingers of His free hand grasped her sweaty, tangled hair as He applied His teeth to her battered and bound tits once again.

"Please, Master, may i have another," she sobbed through the tears that were running down her cheeks. Without removing His teeth from her tits, He viciously rammed her gash with four fingers. "Yes, Master, thank You, Master. Thank You for making me your fucktoy, your slut, your whore, your dangling piece of fuckmeat. Fist me, Master, please fist me. Make me completely yours."

He reached up and slipped her cuffs from the hook on the ceiling and moved her over the rough wooden table. He fastened the cuffs on her wrists to a lanyard that was secured to the table with an large eyescrew. He attached cuffs to her ankles, and secured a spreader bar there--adjusting it so that her legs were spread to the maximum. Her cunt gaped and dripped a puddle onto the table. The harsh surface of the table reawakened the pain in the welts that covered her back. She felt the ooze of blood under her. she cried out as He thrust first three, and then four fingers into her sopping snatch. The pressure became constant as He began to move the widest part of His hand into her. He released the rough ropes that bound her tits, and pinched, slapped and mauled the tortured globes as they began to swell. He jerked the clamps off her nipples just as His entire hand entered her cunt. She cried out, "Thank You Master for the pain." He curled His fingers and began slowly thrusting into her. Her cunt gripped and released around His hand and wrist. Her juice flowed freely and caused a soft sucking sound as His hand moved inside her. Her cries rang out through her sobs, "Thank You, Master!"

His hand reached up and grasped her by the throat, squeezing--just a little--making her fight for the very air she breathed. His hand bruising her soft white throat--leaving marks that looked like a living collar. His other hand and wrist moving within her cunt, rough knuckles scraping the tender inner flesh. Her moans and whimpers were interspersed with sobs as her eyes pleaded with Him for the mercy that she did not really want. The hand on her throat suddenly moved upward to her hair, taking a handful he jerked her head up and forced her to look at the bulge in her lower abdomen. She sobbed, "Oh, oh Master, so beautiful. i am honored that Master thinks me worthy to take so much pain for Him." Tears flowed down her cheeks as copiously as the juices from her cunt flowed onto His arm. He gently laid her head back down. He looked deep and hard into her eyes and said, "Cum, slut, I own you."

As if struck, her body jerked upward straining against her bonds. Her back arched as her hips pumped furiously trying to take more of His arm into her. She cried out, "Cummmmmmmming, Master, cumming for You." He began to rub her clit and her spasms came harder and faster. He rolled the tiny point of engorged flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Her body began to writhe, her head whipped from side to side and she screamed in agonizing pleasure. "Don't stop cumming, slut. Don't you dare stop." Her cunt juices squirted out from around His arm. "Nothing in you is yours to keep; you are fuckmeat--Mine to enjoy when, where and how I see fit." Fireworks exploded in her head and her cunt. She was lost in an orgasm so intense that she felt she was spinning up to the center of the sun. Her cries became incoherent screams and she tumbled deeper and deeper through subspace. She managed to gasp out, "Please. . . Master. . . let me. . . stop . . . cumming." He increased the pace of His thrusting inside her and His stroking on her clit, "Whose choice, Slut?" She could barely catch her breath as she whispered, "Yours, Master; my life is your choice."

"Always. Remember that, whore," as he pulled His hand out of her with a pop. She whimpered at the ache of emptiness. His hand and wrist were glistening and dripping with her juices. He smeared the juices on her breasts and belly. She cried out as her juices seeped into the welts on her bruised and battered tits. She begged abjectly, "Please, Master, may i lick your hand clean? Oh, oh, please feed me my cunt juices. Finger fuck Your slut's mouth with her own pussy slime, please Master. . " She was silenced by His fingers in her mouth. Her lips and tongue licked and sucked her juices off His hand and arm. He smiled down at her, "Such a good, eager little slut she is."

Her cheeks pinkened as she breathlessly said, "Thank You Master. Please, Master, will You allow me to serve you now. Please, Master, i so want to please You. i need your cum, Master, wherever You choose to give it to me."

His face hardened as He loosened her wrist cuffs from their anchor above her head. He jerked her from the table to put the maximum friction on her already bruised and welted back. Placing both hands on her shoulders, he forced her to her knees. With one hand he loosed His throbbing erection and thrust it into her wet and willing mouth. He was almost too big for her. Her lips were stretched tight around His shaft as her tongue worked furiously to pleasure the cock that she worshiped. Her entire world was reduced to that jut of flesh that thrust in and out of her mouth. His hands closed around her head, fingers entwining in her sweaty hair, as he thrust His hardness into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her cuffed hands fell to her dripping snatch and fingered her clit delicately, as He fucked her face like a cunt. His hands bruised and tore at her scalp as He suddenly thrust deep into her mouth, pressing her face into His groin, not allowing her to breathe. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled for breath and looked up at Him beseechingly. "Even the air you breathe is a gift from Me, slut," He said as He pulled her head back. She pulled as much air as she could into her aching lungs and gave him a look filled with gratitude and devotion. He shifted his weight slightly to slide the toe of his boot against her hand where she was still fingering herself. As he pumped her mouth, she began to hump her gash on the boot between her legs. She rubbed her slit from the toe of the boot to the ankle, moaning around His cock as the leather rubbed her clit. "That''s right. That''s my little bitch in heat."

Sweat was seeping into the welts on her back, stinging and burning--the pain increasing the tempo of her thrusting hips and the circling of her tongue as He fucked her face. His eyes never left hers, telling her without words who she belonged to--fucking her mind with His eyes. His hips began to thrust more violently than before. His body went rigid; he howled as He thrust deep into her mouth. Tears of utter bliss rolled down her cheeks as spurt after spurt of His seed exploded into her throat. She joyfully swallowed every drop.

He smiled down at her, "Such a good little slut; you have pleased me." He roughly wiped the tears from her face. Love, gratitude and devotion shone out of her eyes. He pulled out of her mouth and wiped Himself clean with her hair. As he stepped back from her, she whispered, "Thank You, Master, for allowing me to give You pleasure.'" Without the support of His hands on her head, she slumped to the floor. He took a soft blanket from the closet, and covered her body. Her last conscious awareness before she drifted into sleep was His voice, "Sleep well, little slut. Sweet dreams."

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capnsilver on BDSM Stories

I sit up quickly in the bed of my cell, I hear footsteps echoing in the hallway. A chill shoots down my spine, part anticipation and also because of the temperature of the room.  I slide off the bed and onto my knees on the floor assuming the presentation position, my knees spread and my arms holding the opposite elbows behind my back which thrusts out my breasts. The cold concrete makes my knees ache and a cold breeze makes my bare nipples stand up straight. My breathing speeds up as I hear a key turn in the lock and the door opens. In walks a tall middle aged man with dark hair. He doesn't look at me immediately and I quickly remember my place and stare meekly at the floor. He says nothing but pulls the one chair in the room over and sits down a few feet to my right. I can just see him

Exploring April part II

THOMASCAN on BDSM Stories

 

 

            I took a dinning room chair to the living room and placed it in the center of the room the back facing the TV then got out her video recorder and placed the tripod so her chair was center stage.  Afterward I walked out to the garage and garden area looking for the raw materials to tie her and cause pain, but found only a hundred feet of clothesline rope and a couple of other items.

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spacerun: yes">  Re-entering the living room April is standing there examining the chair’s placement and looking far too eager and perky for what is planned.  I order her to sit in the chair and she does as I explore more of her home.  In the bathroom closet I find just what I need to get started and I head back into the living area and her chair. 

            “You masturbate a lot, right?”

            She seemed shocked but nodded dumbly.

            “Do it for me now!”

            Slowly both hands went to her sex and she began to toy with her labia.  I turned on the camera then sat down on the sofa and watched her my cock hard once more.  Soon her fingers were a rapidly moving blur on her clit, her hips moving and back arching up and she pleasured herself.  Now that she was aroused I questioned her. 

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Every day.  Often more than once.”

“Do you use sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“In the bedside table.”

“Don’t you dare cum until I come back.”

Checking her sex toys I found three basic vibrators, one really large suction cup vibrator with a raised clitoral stimulator and a very basic pair of screw adjusted nipple clamps. Taking the large vibrator and the clamps I walked back to the living room where April is writhing in frustration holding herself off from her climax.  Seeing me, she attacked her clit and was over the edge of her orgasm in seconds, sighing and moaning her wetness clearly visible on her fingers.

     “Well it would seem you are already quite into what we have planned. Please look at the camera and while I explain what I think you are asking for.  I am getting ready to restrain you and this is going to be the last easy exit from this pathway.  You want me to hurt you, to torture you sexually to let you experience not only someone else controlling you, but forcing you to get your pleasure in the midst of pain.  You expressed your limits, no severe injury like broken bones, but you want to experience real, significant, perhaps even agonizing pain, and don’t mind welts, bruising and similar damage even though they might leave some scaring, although I will try not to break the skin surface in anything we do.  You do not want a safe word or motion whereby you can end the action if it gets too painful for you.  You realize that ropes and restraints will leave marks as well and that I will be sexually using your body with nothing off limits.  Are you sure about all this or would you like to reconsider.”

“Are you kidding?  Tom, I have fantasized about this for years.  You’re they only one I could surrender so completely to without worrying they might kill me in the heat of the moment.  No matter how much I scream or cry keep going.  Force me beyond what I think I can do.  If I should pass out keep going. Use and abuse me as the dirty slut I am deep down.  Do what you will to me and let me be your victim.  Hurt me bad.  I need this.  I have been a bad girl.

“Stand up!”

Taking the rope I began by binding her breasts.  I wrapped the rope painfully tight about the lovely round softness of her twin mounds until the both stuck perfectly outward from her chest the skin tight from the pressure and beginning to both swell from the restricted blood flow cause by the ropes.  Blood could flow into her breasts, but it was harder getting it out and her white skin was turning a deep purple and becoming taut from the swelling.

Once her breasts were dealt with I placed the suction cup toy in such a place that she had to straddle the chair facing the wrong way her chest toward the low chair back to impale herself upon it.  As the tip found her opening she gasped out.  “I’ve never been able to take the whole thing. It was a gag gift from my bachelorette party, not something intended to be really fucked.”

“Well we are going to see if things are different today,” I told her as I pressed her down onto the huge artificial cock.  While made of soft material the vibrator must have been some 10 inches long and probably eight inches around with the head even larger.  I wasn’t surprised such a tiny girl hard never tried to force it in but she was trying now and at last after many, many thrusts she had the thing buried deep enough where the clitoral stimulator was where it belonged. 

Forcing her to stay still, while deeply impaled, I took out the athletic support bandages I’d found in her bathroom and carefully wrapped them about her arms so that in the end each whole arm was secured from just below the shoulder to the wrist against the chair back’s outer spindles.  In this position her now purple breasts hung proudly out over the chair back.  Using the same type of restraint I secured her legs in a frog like position to the lower chair, but I was unhappy because she could still move her chest and hips enough to cause problems so I walked out to my truck and came back with some webbed cargo straps and their ratchets.  I used on over her hips to press her further unto the intruding toy in her pussy and then used a second to make sure her chest movement was not such as to change to location of her breasts.  Next I blindfolded her with scarf.  Gathering the other items I had found I reached down and turn on the sex toy. 

I didn’t have to wait long for she cried out in shock and then pleasure as the little clitoral stimulator began working on her center of pleasure.  Taking her nipple clamps I sucked on each of her hard tips then applied the clamp each gaining a deep pained moan.  I allowed her to adjust to this sensation then removed them and tightened the screw and reapplied them to her nipples this time getting a pained yip from her as she realized the crushing effect of the now tight clamps.  I toyed with them bringing her more pain and pleasure twisting and tugging on the clamps and as I did so I noted the little rubber protectors seemed removable so when I took them off the next time I slid them off revealing serrated teeth in the alligator clamp.  I tightened them all the way and replaced the tips.  I wanted her to see this.  Holding them in front of her I removed the protective covers and then placed the first on her left nipple.  The moment I allowed the pressure to close April began to thrash against her bounds screaming in pain and panic.  Even on five acres I could hardly have the police respond to reports of a screaming woman so I grabbed the nearest item I could—her panties and tied them in place with another scarf from her dresser as a gag, then I examined her nipple.  The teeth we deeply indented into the sensitive skin but she was not bleeding so I placed the second one and watched her suffer.  In about ten minutes her muffled cried changed tones and I thought the vibrator might be doing it job.  I shoved a finger up her ass just in time to feel the contractions of her orgasm.

Great, I thought she has cum in pain.  Now it was time for more severe pain.  Removing the clamps I allowed her nipple to recover their sensitivity and then prepared to use one of the items from the garage.   Out on a shelf I had notice this oversized mousetrap, not quite a rattrap it was nevertheless markedly larger than the standard mousetrap.  The spring was very stiff and strong when I tested it and now I pulled it back and aimed carefully, letting it snap shut on her right nipple.

Her whole body jerked in agony.  She tried desperately to move anything to escape the paint that sprang from a point that usually yielded pleasure.  He mouth opened in muffled screams.  I pulled the trap off the nipple without opening it, allowing it to crush the very sensitive tip as it at last snapped free.  She sat there breathing in shallow, rapid gasps not knowing what was coming next but trying to prepare mentally for the next onslaught of pain suddenly taking this seriously.  I could tell by her body language she expected I would move on and do the same thing to the other nipple so I pulled back the metal mechanism and snapped it shut once more on the same nipple. Her whole body stiffed and clenched, but the noise this time was different and it took me a moment to realize she’d just cum again.

I soon fell into a pattern working both nipples and the areola surrounding them. After a few snaps the crushed nipples began to swell with bruising.  I had to be careful to turn the trap this way and that so that no single area of the nipples or surrounding tissue received too many blows and tore.  By the time they’d each received maybe two dozen crushing impacts them whole nipple structure, areolas included was erotically swollen and puffy, sticking out a good inch and a half from the surrounding breasts.  The pace couldn’t be rushed and I wasn’t sure how far to push my friend.  I knew from her reactions I had her in agony a good portion of the time, but over the two hours of nipple torture she kept climaxing about every 15 minutes.  Even this I discovered was torture for her, because after she peaked her clit was super sensitive like most women’s are, but in her current position the direct stimulation to her clit continued unabated and she had to endure to until her body would calm down and begin building for another climax which the whole cycle taking some 15 minutes. 

By the time her nipples looked like any more might make them bleed, April’s appearance had markedly altered.  Her hair, in fact her whole body was soaked in sweat.  Her head lolled to the side except in the agonizing periods ever few minutes when the trap would crush her nipples.  In the chair the vibrator stood in a sea of her juices.  It was time to move on.  Slowly I disconnected her from the chair and helped her onto her feet.  She leaned heavily against me as I brought her to the bed and laid her down.  I got a towel and dried her off.  After a drink she looked better.  But I wasn’t yet done even though she thought so. 

Gathering towel razor and other supplies I settled between her legs and shaved her vulva until she was completely bare.  I knew this would make her super sensitive.  Her four poster bed was perfect for what I had in mind, but my cock was on fire after two hours of off and on erections while tormenting her nipples.  So I fucked her newly shaved pussy leaving another deposit deep within her.  She was so tired she was completely passive allowing me to use her as I would.  Even when I masturbated her as I fucked her willing pussy she just allowed the orgasm to take her without much movement. 

At last I got her back on her feet at the foot of the bed and tied her arms very tight and firm to the upright posts.  Her legs were then spread and tied as far apart as possible, increasing the strain on her arms.  I could see her examining her damaged nipples in the mirrored headboard.  I re-gagged her and then brought in the switches I’d cut outside.  She looked at me in panic, but I ignored her worries and selecting a long limber branch I showed it to her.  The noise of the switch moving through the air seemed to terrify her as much as the impact.  Her exhausted body seemed to leap forward in her bindings as the bright red stripe appeared on her buttocks.  Selecting a slow steady pace in the next few minutes I had her butt and backs of her thighs covered.  She sagged her weight on her arms as I studied her the tracks of her tears plain on her cheeks.

I wanted her standing on her feet for what was to come but she was slow to respond when I mentioned this, so stepping behind her slumped form I took careful aim at her newly shaved slit and struck her as hard as I could.  Even through the gag I could hear her agonized screams coming one after another in an endless wail of suffering.  She was standing now and I carefully covered her breasts with stripes from the switches.  Then with well-aimed blows I did the same to utra-sensitive and newly shaved public mound.

Walking out to the living room I found the pair of vise-grips I had brought in earlier.  Now it was time for the final agony, time to raise her pain to another level.  The vice grips would literally crush whatever I clamped and I opened them slightly not wanting to destroy but to crush and hurt her most delicate structures.  Picking her left nipple I crushed it in the pliers until they locked.  April spasmodically jerked this way and that trying anything to escape the heavy crushing pressure of the vice grip that now dangled from her nipple pulling and tugging with every movement causing even more pain. Her voice nothing more than a thin wail of misery behind the gag.

After watching her for a couple minutes I reached out and released the vise grip listening as her gasping cry of agony changed to muffled sobs.  After another few minutes I placed the vice grips on the other nipple.  I looked at her wondering it I should continue but there was nothing in her eyes to guide me just her desperation to avoid more pain, but she had requested I push her beyond this level so I crushed this nipple as well.  She screamed out and then slumped, passed out from the pain, I realized.  Just as well.

I removed the vice grips from her nipple and sat on the floor between her legs. Pulled up on the skin above her clit exposed it and while she was out cold I clamped the vice grips on her tender clit.  Leaving it dangle I got some water to woke her up with a cup of water to the face and couple of jaw ringing slaps.  If she’d been in panic before she was frantic now, but there was no escape from the crushing steel on her clit or the heavy wrench’s weight dangling from her organ. 

Using the towel I dried her ass from all the fluids pouring from her pussy then positioning myself at her opening then I began and long hard process of dry fucking her in the ass.  I’d never realized before just how painful it is for the guy to fuck a woman in her unlubed anus.  She was so tight I thought my cock would break and at last I oilded my tool for my comfort more than hers and soon as inside her and thrusting as her flesh clung to me with every movement I couldn’t last too long and in fifteen minutes I felt her begin to climax, her spasms lifting over the edge into huge contractions of pleasure pouring my juices into her backside.  As I withdrew I reached around and removed the pair of vice grips that had so tormented her clit.  I untied her and she collapsed in a heap on the floor murmuring, crying and moaning.  I bodily had to pick her up and place her in the bed.   Toweling her down I saw her smile tiredly. 

“It was worse and better than I ever imagined.”

“You need to sleep.”

“I will.  You’re going to stay aren’t you?”

“Of course I will.”

“Just one more thing, before I sleep.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve done so many things I never even thought about.  I need some normalcy.”

“Everything is over.  Things are back to normal. What else do you need?”

“ I need you…” she trailed off sleepily, then continued, “to fuck me!”

I smiled as I climbed on top. 

 

Part three to follow if you're interested.

 

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GANG'S GIRLS
by Mogollondog
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   It started when I was 15. I lived with my mom because she'd divorced my dad. To this day I thank my lucky stars that my dad didn't live with us. If he had he would have fought them and we would probably all been killed.
   My mom and I returned from shopping about 6 p.m. and when we got to the front door, it had been broken open. My mother turned to run but both of us were grabbed and taken into the house. In the living room were six black guys all with red bandannas around their necks. "Hey, look, white meat!" one of them said.
   My mom was terrified as they approached us. I knew who they were and was beyond fear. "You live here, bitch?" a larg
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e man asked. When my mother didn't answer he slapped her viciously across the face. "I asked you a question, you'd better answer!"
   "Y-ye-yes," she said.
   "This your kid?"
   "Yes."
   "Where's your old man?"
   "W-we're divorced, he doesn't live here with us."
   "Well, looks like we got lucky here, guys. Two white bitches with no man. Bet their cunts can't wait for some cock." Looking at me, he leered. "Or maybe this little one here is a virgin. That right? You a virgin, cunt?"
   "Leave my daughter alone!" my mom yelled.
   The man slammed a fist into her stomach and she doubled over and then he smashed a knee into her pussy and she fell to the floor. "Don't you ever talk to me unless I ask you something, cunt!" Taking me by the hair, he said, "Now, I asked you a question!"
   "No, I'm not a virgin."
   "Good. We're gonna have a lotta fun with you girlie." The other men laughed.
   "Shit! There ain't nothing here worth a fuck. Except these two. Ray, get the truck and we'll take them along. Bubba, bring the bitch's car and lock this place up so it looks normal."
   He looked at me again and I saw a gleam in his eyes. "Carl, take the old broad to the van. I'll be out with this one in a minute." I watched as they dragged mom to the door.
   "What's your name, girlie?"
   "Melissa."
   "Well, Melissa, you're gonna go for a ride. And you won't be needing these anymore..." He roughly grabbed my T-shirt and ripped it off me. Then he pulled my jeans off and ripped my panties away and I was naked. He ran his hands over my breasts, ass, belly, thighs and pussy. "Nice, real nice. How old are you?"
   "Thirteen."
   Taking my tits in his hands, he said. "You sure? These are way to big to be just thirteen."
   "I guess I got them from my mother," I said, embarrassed.
   "Yeah, I saw those big jugs of hers through her blouse. How many times have you been fucked, girlie?"
   "Just once."
   "Yeah, I can sure believe that. You're as tight as a vise. Who fucked you?"
   "A boy at school."
   "Was it good? Did you like it? Did you come?"
   "No, it hurt and I didn't like it and I don't know what you mean by come."
   He laughed. "Oh, baby, you're something else, you are. So your boyfriend didn't know how to fuck, huh? Well, I do, and I'm gonna fuck you, Melissa. Lots of times. And I'll show you what come means. You'll like it when I fuck you." He looked around the room. "Shit, let's get the hell out of this dump. I can't stand it. Say good-bye to this place, baby. You won't be seeing it again."
   I trembled as he took my arm and led me out the door, still naked, into the cold, winter darkness. "Cold, baby? Well, don't worry, we'll warm you up soon." Turning to the man he called Bubba, he said, "See you back at the place. Fix it up good, you hear?"
   As we got to the door of the van and he opened it, I saw my mother inside, blindfolded. He put me in next to her and we drove off. They took us deep into the city. I could tell by the sounds. Finally we stopped and we were led into a building where we went down some stairs and through a lot of doors. The nameless man who had talked to me in the house took me and sat me down on a couch. He made me sit with my legs spread wide. "I want to see your little pussy, baby, and think about what I'm gonna fuck later. Don't close your legs, hear? And don't get off this couch, either, or you'll be punished and you won't like that, I promise." So I sat and waited.
   He walked over to the two men holding my mother's arms. He put his face close to hers and said, "Now look, bitch. You had a bad attitude back there at the house and I should beat the fucking shit out of you. But I think I'll give you another chance." He took the blindfold off my mom and stepped back so she could see me naked on the couch. She gasped loudly.
   "That's right, bitch, look at little Melissa over there. Isn't she beautiful? I like her. She didn't have no attitude problem like you did." He pulled a long, thick leather belt from around his waist and snapped it in my mother's face. "Now here's how it's gonna work. If I ask you a question, you're gonna answer it, and if I tell you to do something, you're gonna do it. Cuz if you don't, I'm gonna have to go over there to sweet Melissa and whip this belt across her pretty, little pussy. Do you want me to do that to her?"
   "N-no," she said.
   "There, that's better, bitch. Just behave like that and it'll all be fine. Now, take off your clothes!"
   I turned my head and he said to me, "Melissa, you watch her. Don't turn your head again!"
   I looked back as my mom began unbuttoning her blouse and took it off. Then she took off her sneakers and slid her pants down her legs, standing there shivering in her panties and bra. She rolled the panties off her hips and down her legs and kicked them off. Finally her bra dropped and her huge jugs popped free.
   The man stepped back behind her and reached around and took a breast in each hand, lifting them. "Jeez, would you look at these tits! They must weigh twenty pounds each!" My mom's face turned red as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers for awhile. Then he walked around in front of her and saw her red face. "Don't be embarrassed, honey," he said with a laugh, "you tits may be big but they sure are beautiful and we're all gonna love playing with them. Put your hands on your head." When she did he lightly slapped each breast, watching them move and quiver. "Still nice and firm," he said. "Okay spread your legs and let's see that cunt that sweet Melissa came out of."
   My mom moved her feet about two feet apart and the man kneeled down between her legs. She shuddered as he grabbed her cunt lips and spread them, and pushed two fingers, then three up her pussy. He moved his fingers in and out and twisted them around for almost ten minutes. My mom's breathing grew ragged. "Good," the man said, "still pretty tight and nice and wet and responsive." He pulled his fingers out and I could see them glistening in the light. He put them in his mouth and sucked them dry. "Tastes good too." He was really enjoying my mom's embarrassment.
   "What's your name?"
   "Debbie."
   "Debbie!" he scoffed. "What a fucking stupid name. Like the doll, huh? Well, maybe that's OK after all. It's appropriate."
   "How old are you?"
   "Thirty."
   "That all? Man, you had Melissa when you were just a young chick, huh? Well, that's not too bad. We like them younger, but you'll do OK, I think. Maybe it'll be fun to have an older broad around."
   "I already know about Melissa's sex life. Did you know that she's been fucked?"
   "No."
   "Just once though, and she didn't like it. That'll change soon."
   My mom looked at me and jumped at the word "change."
   "Now I want to know all about your sex life. You can lie if you want to but you're gonna be here a long time and if I ever catch you in a lie to me you'll wish you hadn't. So, are you gonna lie to me?"
   "N-no...but--"
   "But what?"
   "Ill tell you everything you want to know, but could Melissa leave the room, please?"
   "No, she stays, she wants to hear what a hot cunt her mother is too. Don't you Melissa?"
   "Y-y-y-yes," I stuttered after a pause when I saw him coming toward me with the belt.
   "Good," he said, "but next time you'd better answer right away if you know what's good for you."
   He stood close to my mother. "Now, were you a virgin when you were married?"
   "No."
   How old were you," he said, putting two fingers back up her pussy, "when a boy or a man put his cock in here and busted your cherry?"
   "Ten."
   "Did you--" All of a sudden he looked at me as a new, even more humiliating idea for my mom struck him. "Melissa, come here, sweets." I rose and went to him. "Give me your hand, Melissa." He took my hand and, taking three of my fingers, brought it close to my mom's cunt.
   "No, please--"
   As quick as a flash he pushed me back on the floor and called a man over. He told the man what to do and he took my legs and spread them and pulled them back over my head while I was on my back on the floor. My pussy was wide open. Then the man handed the belt to my mom and said, "Take this and whip little Melissa right across her pretty cunt. If you don't I'll do it and if I have to do it she gets ten, as hard as I can. Also if you don't hit her hard enough for me, I'll give her ten anyway. Now, do it!" My mom took the belt and with tears in her eyes, she brought it down between my legs where it exploded directly into my pussy. I screamed and tears filled my eyes. The man took the belt from my mother. "I didn't tell you to talk, did I, bitch?"
   "No, I'm sorry."
   "She's your little girl. I think you'd better watch it, the next time she gets ten, from me." He took my hand again and made me put three fingers into my mom's pussy. "Melissa, what do you have your fingers in?"
   "My mother's p-p-p-pussy."
   "How does it feel in there?"
   "Hot and wet and slimy."
   "Put another finger inside her." He watched while I did it. My mom's face was horrid and tears came from her eyes. "Now, I'm going to whisper the questions to Melissa and she's going to ask you and if you don't answer Melissa's pussy is going to be real painful."
   And we began.
   "Mom, do you love me."
   "Yes, darling."
   "Then why did you whip my cunt?"
   "I didn't want you to put your hand in me."
   He made me move my fingers in and out of her cunt and thrust them and twist them around inside her.
   "What am I doing to your cunt, mother?"
   "You're fingering me."
   "What else?"
   "You're fucking me with your fingers."
   "Do you like it?"
   "N-yes."
   He took my hand out of her and led her over to the couch. He sat my mom down on the couch and made her spread her legs as far as they would go. Then he brought me over and made me kneel between her legs. He took my hand and made me make a fist. Then he forced my fist into her pussy up to my wrist. My mom's eyes widened and she groaned loudly. Then the questions came again.
   "How old were you when you lost your cherry?"--"Ten."
   "Who fucked you first?"--"The boy next door."
   "Did you like it?"--"Yes."
   "Did you come?"--"No."
   "Why?"--"He came too fast."
   "How old was the boy?"--"Eighteen."
   "Did he rape you?"--"No."
   "Did you want him to fuck you?"--"Yes."
   "Did he come in your little pussy?"--"Yes."
   "Did he eat your little cunt?"--"Yes."
   "Did you come then?"--"Yes."
   "Did he ever fuck you in the ass?"--"Yes."
   "Did you come?"--"No."
   "Did you suck his cock?"--"Yes."
   "Did he shoot his sperm in your mouth?"--"Yes."
   "Did you swallow it?"--"Yes."
   "Did you like it?"--"Yes."
   "Did you ever fuck a cousin or a brother or someone in your family?"--"Yes."
   "Who was it?"--"My brother and my f-father."
   "How many times did your father fuck you?"--"I don't know--a lot."
   "How many times did your brother fuck you?"--"Every night and a lot of times in the days too."
   "Did you come when your father fucked you?"--"Yes."
   "Did you come when your brother fucked you?"--"Yes."
   "How many different guys fucked you before you graduated high school?"--"I don't know?"
   "More than twenty?"--"Yes."
   "More than fifty?"--"Yes."
   "Do you know what a gang bang is?"--"Yes."
   "Were you ever in one?"--"Yes.
   "Who gang banged you?"--"My brother and his friends."
   "How old were you?"--"Twelve."
   "How old were they?"--"Fifteen to eighteen."
   "How many were there?"--"Twenty."
   "Did they all fuck you?"--"Yes."
   "Did you let them?"--"I don't understand?"
   "Did you want them all to fuck you?"--"No."
   "Did they force you?"--"Yes."
   "How?"--"My brother told me he would tell my mom about me and him and my dad."
   "Your brother knew your dad fucked you?"--"Yes."
   "And your father knew about your brother too?"--"Yes."
   "Did they ever share you?"--"What do you mean?"
   "Did they ever fuck you at the same time?"--"Yes."
   "A lot of times?"--"Yes."
   "Tell me about that."
   "My mother worked on weekends and my dad was home. He made me stay naked for him all day long until my mother came home. My father and my brother fucked me whenever they wanted to and I had to suck their cocks too."
   "Did your mother ever find out?"--"No."
   "Did you come at the gang bang?"--"Not at first."
   "But later you did?"--"Yes."
   "How many times?"--"I don't know, lot's of times."
   "Were you the only girl there?"--"No."
   "Who else was there?"--"My sister."
   "How old was she?"--"Thirteen."
   "Did they make you play with her?"--"Yes."
   "Did you eat her pussy?"--"Yes."
   "Did she eat yours?"--"Yes."
   "Did you both come?"--"Yes."
   "The boys fucked your cunt?"--"Yes."
   "Your mouth?"--"Yes.
   "Your asshole?"--"Yes."
   "Did they do other things to you?"--"Yes."
   "Name one."--"They tied me up."
   "Another."--"They spanked me."
   "What else?"--"They made me pee so they could watch."
   "What else?"--"They had a dog fuck me."
   "Did you fuck your husband a lot?"--"Yes."
   "Then why is Melissa your only kid?"--"After I had her I got my tubes tied."
   "Why did you get divorced?"--"My husband caught me fucking my brother one day and he left."
   "Is your pussy hot right now?"--"Yes."
   "Would you like to come?"--"Oh, yes!"
   Her body was hunching my hand but he made her stop. Still she trembled and her tits shook like jello and her breathing was heavy. I could feel her thighs clenching and unclenching.
   "Do you like me fucking you with my hand?"--"Yes, oh yes!"
   "Hard or soft?"--"Hard!"
   "If I make you come will you make me come?"--"Yes."
   "How?"--"I'll s-s-suck your pussy."
   "Do you want me to suck yours?"--"Yes."
   The man pulled my hand out of her cunt and laid me flat on my back on the floor, then he led my mom over and made her squat down with her cunt right over my face and her face right over my pussy. "Now, when I tell you to, I want you to eat each other's pussies. Don't stop till both of you have come. Begin." My mother's pussy came down on my mouth as I felt her mouth on mine. I didn't know what to do so I just did what she did. Her tongue entered me and moved around inside me so that's what I did. She tasted acrid and salty but it wasn't bad exactly. I began sucking when she did and she began rubbing her pussy on my lips and nose, up and down, side to side, covering my face with her cunt juice. Then I began feeling hot waves coming from my cunt in unbelievable strength. I began moaning into her pussy and licked and sucked at her harder as the feeling grew and finally exploded through my body in a rush. So this was coming, I thought. Almost instantly, my mother bucked frenziedly against my mouth and almost drowned me with cunt juice.
   "Okay," he said, "that was good. Now, get up and come with me."
   We followed him down a long hallway to a bedroom. He told the other guys to leave us alone. They looked disappointed but obeyed him. "Now, I know you so you should know my name at least, I guess. I'm Carl. Now we're gonna have a little fun."
   He sat us on the huge bed and said. "Do either of you know what's happening to you here? Debbie?"
   "You've kidnapped us and you're going to rape us and stuff."
   "Melissa?"
   "We're going to be made slaves of the Graves."
   "How did you know that?"
   "A friend told me about it. I knew when I saw your red bandannas."
   "And you've accepted that?"
   "Yes, what else can I do?"
   "Right. What about you, Debbie?"
   "I don't understand this. What--"
   "Okay, I'll explain it to you. Melissa already knows. I didn't "kidnap" you. I took you. Stole you. You belong to me now. You're a Grave slave. As Melissa said, I'm the head of the Graves so that means you belong to me. To you, I'm God because you'll live or die as I want. You survived your first lesson in the other room. If you obey, you get pleasure. If not, you get pain. It's up to you. If you obey we take care of you completely. No more hunger, or worrying about things. We handle it all. You'll have good food, luxurious rooms, everything you want, we'll get for you. Except clothes, of course. You'll never wear clothes again. But you won't need them, believe me. But if you disobey enough, I'll kill you, slowly and painfully. Don't make that happen. Now for your next lesson. Melissa, go into the bathroom and bring me the black box under the sink."
   I went and got the box. "Debbie, you'll be first. None of our slaves are allowed to wear anything we don't put on them. That includes hair, so now I'm going to remove all of yours. Come here."
   My mother rose and went to him in a state of shock. She hadn't grasped the situation yet, I knew, but I was glad she wasn't fighting him. He laid her down on the floor and put her legs on the bed, spread wide. Then he took electric barber's shears out of the box and plugged it in to an outlet. He bent to her cunt and ran the shears over her, cutting away her cunt hair until all that was left was a patch of short, stubby hairs. Then he spread a pinkish lotion over her and waited about five minutes before wiping it and all the remaining hair off and her pussy was as bald as the day she was born. Spreading her ass cheeks, he checked her asshole, but she was hairless there so he let go.
   Pulling her up, he sat her on the floor and cut off her eyebrows and then ran the shears over her head, letting her long beautiful, blonde hair fall to the floor. Then he stood her up and used the lotion until her whole body was covered in it. He made her stand there for five minutes and then told her to go into the bathroom and wash the lotion off in the shower. When she came back he ran his hands all over her body. "Good, not a hair left anywhere." I went through the same process and then he sat us on the bed.
   "You two will be in the same room once your training is over. It will be your responsibility to use this lotion every day to keep yourselves hairless. If you fail, the punishment will be heavy."
   My mother and I looked at each other, barely recognizable now as the same people as before. She was emotionless, still dazed.
   "From now on whenever you sit down, unless you're in your room with each other, you will sit with your legs spread so your cunts are visible. Melissa. put your leg over Debbie's so both of your cunts can be seen. Good. Also when you're standing, your legs will be spread and if you are told to lie down anywhere, you'll lie with your legs spread. You will never speak unless asked a question or are given permission to speak. To get permission you put both hands on your head and open your mouth wide. You will stay like that until told either yes or no. You are no longer mother and daughter. You are slave and slave. You will call each other by name or any other thing you are told to call each other."
   "That's enough rules for now. There will be more later. Now for a lesson. Debbie. lay on the bed on your back." She slid up on the bed and laid down, keeping her legs spread. I was relieved that the words had sunk into her brain. He opened a drawer in a chest by the bed and handed her a long, thick, soft rubber double headed dildo. "Take this and out one end in your cunt and push it in as far as it will go." She took the dildo and pressed it to her pussy. It spread her cunt open as she forced over half of it inside her and stopped with about ten inches sticking out of her pussy. "Debbie, get off the bed and stand beside it. Melissa, lay on the bed on your back." I got on the bed where she had just been. "Debbie, get down between Melissa's legs, put your cock in her pussy and lie on top of her." I felt her pushing the dildo into my cunt, having to force it into me as my pussy stretched to accommodate it. Then, she laid down on top of me. It went all the way in and I yelped. "Debbie, fuck Melissa with your big cock."
   She began thrusting it in and out of me. I could feel my cunt walls opening and closing as the dildo entered and withdrew. "Fuck her harder." She began pounding into me, driving my body down into the mattress when she came down on top of me. "Stop!"
   "Now, Debbie take you cock out of Melissa's cunt and stand here. Melissa, get up and get on your knees between Debbie's legs. Okay, Melissa, take Debbie's cock and lick your cunt juice off of it." I licked all over the rubber cock, tasting my own nectar. I liked it.
   "Now, Melissa, put Debbie's cock in your mouth." As I put it between my lips, Carl pushed my head forward until I gagged then pulled it back a little. "Relax your throat muscles, Melissa, and breathe through your nose." He pushed my head forward but again I gagged. "When the cock touches your throat, swallow." Once again he pushed my head forward and when I swallowed, the rubber dick went down my throat until my mouth was pressed against Debbie's cunt. "Debbie, take the cock out of your cunt, kneel down and put it in your mouth." When it was in her mouth, he held the cock in the middle and pushed Debbie's head toward mine. I knew the cock was going down her throat too. Then he stopped, "Debbie, bite down on the cock." Then he pushed my head forward and the cock went farther into my throat until I was kissing Debbie's mouth. "Good. Breathe through your noses." After a few minutes he pulled our heads back and took the cock from our mouths. We both gasped for air.
   "Sit on the edge of the bed, Debbie. Melissa, come here and undress me." I went to Carl and took his clothes off. I gasped when I saw his cock. It was almost 16 inches long and very thick and he had huge, hanging balls. "Kneel down and suck my cock." I went down and put his cock in my mouth. He gave me instructions on how to move my head and use my tongue on him. Then he grabbed my ears and slowly pushed his cock down my throat until it was all in and my face was pressed against his crotch. I didn't gag at all. Then he began fucking my face, slowly at first, then faster. I felt his cock swelling and he pulled all but the head out. "I'm going to come in your mouth. Don't swallow it." I felt the bursts of starchy liquid shoot into my mouth. When it stopped he pulled his cock out. "Go to Debbie and kiss her and give her half of my sperm. Then both of you swallow it."
   After we did he took padded leather straps and put them around our wrists and ankles. And he put dog collars around our necks and snapped chains to them. "Get on your knees and crawl behind me." He led us into another room where eighteen Graves were drinking and playing pool. "Debbie, stand up." Then to the men, "This is Debbie, one of our new slaves. She's yours for tonight. You can fuck her, tie her up, spank her, slap her, hurt her, piss and shit on and in her. But no one is to bruise her or cut her. The one who does will answer to the master. If she disobeys, force her and tell me tomorrow and I will punish her, no one else. Enjoy."
   We left Debbie there and he led me back to the bedroom. "You may rise and speak freely till I tell you different." He removed the collar from my neck.
   "Do you understand why you are here and Debbie is in there?"
   "I think so. It's because you want me."
   "Partly. But I want her too. Only she has not yet accepted what you have. If she had, both of you would be here with me."
   "But she did everything you ordered, as I did."
   "Yes, but her eyes had not yet accepted as yours have. Why have you submitted so easily?"
   "Because I felt that this is the only choice I have."
   "Is that all?"
   "No, I think I want to be a slave."
   "It excites you?"
   "Yes, but it makes me feel safer too."
   "Do you have questions for me?"
   "Just--they won't hurt my mo-Debbie, will they?"
   "Some, but not more than she can take. You must stop thinking of her as your mother. Neither of you has a past now. She is simply a slave as you are. I will keep you two together and you will be connected later. But she is not your mother anymore."
   "And they will really shit and piss on her?"
   "Yes. Slaves must accept all parts of their masters."
   "I see."
   "It scares you?"
   "Yes, but I will accept it."
   "And you will accept pain?"
   "I will try."
   "Then let's see. Come with me." He led me to a double doorway leading to a study. On the frame and floor were steel hooks. With ropes to my wrist and ankle cuffs he tied me to the hooks with my arms and legs spread wide. Then he put a tight corset on me that forced my tits up and out and my ass cheeks down and out. He placed a black rubber helmet over my head that prevented me from seeing anything. My nose was free but a thick rubber gag went in my mouth and held it wide with rubber flaps that snapped in place behind my teeth, preventing me from spitting it out. A hard collar that went from my chin to my shoulders stretched my neck and held my head up.
   "Now you are ready, Melissa. Since this is your first lesson in pain, I will be easier on you than I will be later. If you learn from this lesson you will discover a surprising fact. We will see if you learn the lesson."
   I heard loud music begin to play and then it began. A stinging slap exploded across my left cheek immediately followed by one to my right. Then he moved down to my out thrust tits. He slapped each one open handed, alternately, left then right. He counted each slap. My boobs were blasted from side to side, up and down until his count reached 200. My tits burned with a hot fire and tears ran from my covered eyes. Next he applied powerful slaps to the insides of my thighs. I got fifty to each one. They joined my tits as burning points on my body. Then a loud slap landed directly on my pussy. I screamed and twisted in my bonds. But he continued to slap my cunt until he had counted to 50 again. My knees buckled and I hung limply from my arms.
   Then I felt something long and thin slide back and forth between my swollen cunt lips. It was a riding crop I found out later. He was behind me now and my mind exploded when the first slash connected across my ass cheeks. He laid them on rapidly, moving from the top of my ass down to my knees. It went on forever and I thought I would die from this pain.
   But it was nothing compared to what came next. The crop landed directly between my cunt lips, bursting my being apart with the pain. Nine more licks to my pussy, each harder than the last, left me dangling helplessly, crying, sobbing, wanting to p[ass out. Then 10 hard strokes directly across each of my nipples that I hardly felt through my burning, stinging, bursting cunt.
   "Okay, Melissa, that's it." He began taking me down from the ropes and removing my restraints. I could barely stand but my whole body was tingling with something new. Coming up through the pain was a new feeling. One that excited me.
   "Come here to the mirror and look at your body." I saw my tits were reddened all over and streaked from the crop. My ass and thighs were the same. But what shocked me was my pussy. It was blood red, swollen, my pussy lips huge and bloated, standing out so my hole was clearly exposed and open. My clit was rock hard and larger than I'd ever seen it. I was surprised that there was no blood. It had felt like he was cutting my skin apart, but there wasn't a drop on my body.
   "Describe your experience to me."
   "It started out bad, then the pain became unbearable and I was so weak."
   "And now?"
   "I feel something else. Almost like a good feeling. And I'm excited by the way my body looks, especially my pussy."
   "You have learned the lesson already. Pain and pleasure can become one. You may be a perfect slave after all. A natural one."
   "Come over to the bed. Let's see how Debbie's doing." He turned on a large screen TV and on it, almost life-size we saw her. She was tied down to the pool table, her legs impossibly wide. A man's voice was saying, "Come on, cunt, bear down, push it out!" We saw Debbie's stomach tighten with her efforts and slowly something white appeared between her cunt lips. It kept coming out until finally it shot out of her pussy. It was a pool ball! "Let's do it again!" The ball was placed at her cunt, right at the entrance to her gaping pussy hole. The another man placed the cue ball on the table, took a cue and made his shot. The cue ball hit the ball at her cunt driving it up inside her. "Let's give her another one!" Another ball slammed up her pussy, then a third and a fourth. Her thighs strained at the rope holding them. I looked on in lusty excitement.
   Then three men with pool cues began slamming pool balls savagely against her full cunt. Her head flailed from side to side and she was screaming horribly. Then they untied her and a man with a huge, grotesque cock grabbed her head and forced her on her knees and slammed the giant pole into her mouth and down her throat. The cock was so big we could see its progress down her throat by the bulge traveling down her neck. Then it began moving back and forth rapidly. I was enthralled by the lascivious sight but I was soon treated to another. A man spread her ass cheeks and we could see something pink sticking out of her ass about an inch. Her grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a huge butt plug and now, with it gone, her asshole still gaped open widely. The man began grabbing pool balls and shoving them up inside her ass. It was unbelievable, watching her asshole open to swallow to big balls and he kept on pushing them in until he had twelve of them inside her ass. The man fucking her face pulled his cock out of her mouth and then we saw Debbie's throat muscles working as she swallowed his sperm. Then she licked his cock clean before he stepped away.
   "I think she may turn out okay," Carl said. "Now let me show you what pleasure really is." He put me on the bed on my hands and knees, spreading my ass cheeks and began licking up and down my ass crack and all around my tight asshole till it was dripping wet from his saliva.
   "Your asshole is virgin, isn't it?" "Yes," I answered. "Good. I'm going to open it with my cock for all the other cocks that will eventually enjoy it. There are no virgin holes on slaves."
   Then I felt a finger push up into my butt. He moved it around, in and out and the pushed a second in alongside it, still moving them like a fucking cock. There was pain but not a lot. Then a third finger slid in and it hurt more and then even more when he began spreading his fingers inside my ass. Then he pulled them out. My cunt had been dripping juice since the whipping and now he began running his hand through it and coating his cock with my juices. Then I felt the head of his cock against my asshole and with a hard lunge, the big head was inside me. It felt like I had been split open and I screamed. "That was your cherry breaking," he told me. "It will feel better soon."
   As he stayed still inside me, the pain faded and then he thrust all the way up into my guts with his long, long, long cock. I could feel it separating the walls of my ass channel as it roared up into me, not stopping until his balls slapped my swollen pussy. And the pain was gone. Then he began fucking me with long strokes, almost pulling out before thrusting all the way back in. After about 100 strokes he did pull out and told me to turn around and face him still on my hands and knees.
   "Look at my cock." I did and saw that it was stained from the shit in my asshole.
   "What is on my cock?" "Shit." "Whose?" "Mine." "And a slave's shit does not belong on my cock. Suck and lick it off." As he remained still, I lowered my mouth to engulf his cock, tasting my shit. It was bitter but not as bad as I thought it would be. I sucked and licked until his cock was clean.
   He told me to turn around again and he slammed his cock back into my asshole. It went in like I was butter with no pain at all. This time he didn't go slow. He fucked me rapidly and then I felt his cock swell and he emptied his sperm into my bowels.
   Once again I licked and sucked the sperm and shit off his cock and smiled from the pleasure filling my no longer unused asshole. "Now all your holes are open for us and will always be. I will take your pussy tonight, Melissa, and you will come till you want to die from the pleasure. Come with me now."
   He led me to the bathroom where he had me spread my legs and piss in a pitcher. It was about a half gallon pitcher and I filled it over half full. "Take the pitcher and look at its contents. That is the golden essence of your cunt. From now on every time you piss you will piss in that glass on the sink and drink it. Then you will finish pissing in Debbie's mouth. She will do the same to you. Since she isn't here now you will drink all of your own piss this time. Go ahead." I brought the pitcher to my lips and filled my mouth with the hot, amber liquid. It was salty and acrid but I swallowed it and drank the rest of the pitcher too.
   Then he had me squat over a plastic mat. "Void your ass now." And I pushed out my shit onto the mat. It formed a pile on the plastic. "Now bend down and smell the essence of your ass." I inhaled the powerful odor in a deep intake of breath. It made my head swim. "Taste your shit, bite off a chunk." I lowered my mouth to the pile and sank my teeth into it. "Hold it in your mouth, Chew on it. Run your tongue through it. Savor your shit." I chewed and chewed the bitter mouthful until he told me to swallow it and down it went. I continued biting, chewing and swallowing until the whole pile of shit was in my stomach. Then I had to lick the plastic mat clean. "Now go brush your teeth with the paste in the blue tube. Don't spit it out, swallow it."
   When I finished he squatted down on the mat and shit another pile. "Eat my shit now." I bit off another bite and chewed it like I had mine, then swallowed, doing it until his pile was gone and the mat was clean again. Once more I brushed.
   "Did it taste the same as yours?"
   "No. The taste was different."
   "Good, you can discern the male and female difference. Now get in the tub, wash yourself thoroughly, then join me in the bed."
   When I came to the bed he was waiting for me. He had me lie on my side with his behind me. He put his cock between my legs and slipped just the head into my pussy. "Let's check on Debbie one last time for tonight."
   The TV came on again. She was on her back on the floor. A man had his cock at the entrance of her cunt but not touching her. She was covered in white sperm and her cunt was red and open. "What do you want?" the man asked.
   "I want you to fuck me. Oh please, fuck me. Put it in my cunt, please, I need to come again. I want your sperm in me. Please, please, fuck me!"
   He did, slamming into her all at once, Her face was a radiant mask of pleasure. Her body convulsed and she bucked her hips, fucking him back.
   "She's learning, isn't she?" Carl said. "Yes, I think she is," I answered. With still just the head of his cock in my cunt, he began moving it back and forth in short movements, never really entering me very far but driving me wild with lust. His hands massaged and kneaded my tits and nipples.
   "Tomorrow we will bring Debbie back and you will teach her what I have taught her. She will be your slave to train. I will watch and then teach you both more. Then tomorrow night you will go to the pool room and Debbie will stay here with me. Tell me how you feel about that."
   "I look forward to it. I want to teach her to be a slave. And I want to go to the poolroom. I want the pain and the pleasure. I want the men's sperm when they fuck me. And I want Debbie to have yours."
   "And what do you want now?" "I want you to fuck my cunt. Open my cunt for all the other men's cocks. I want the comes you can give me. I want your sperm in my pussy."
   He began fucking me. My cunt was so hot I came right away as his cock pounded farther and farther into me, touching places never before touched. Then he was all the way in me and I was proud that my little cunt had swallowed his all up. I came and came and when I felt his sperm filling me, I passed out.
   When I awoke in the morning, Debbie was there too. "She's yours, Melissa," Carl said and I led her to the bathroom where we did our essence tasting, hair removal and bathing. Carl told us a new rule. "You are partner slaves. Unless you are separated you will go to the bathroom together. You will drink each other's piss. You will take the first mouthful of each other's shit into your mouth, chew it and swallow it before going to the toilet. Then you will lick each other's cunts and assholes clean."
   Then I applied her bondage and spanking lesson. She learned. I opened her cunt and asshole by fist fucking both her holes and then fucking her throat with a dildo in my pussy.
   Then Carl took us to a lovely, luxurious bedroom. "This will be yours if you pass your trials." We had a light lunch there with delicious food. Then we went to a cellar to a filthy, rat infested room. "This will be yours if you fail." And we were forced on our knees and fed dog food we had to eat out of metal bowls on the floor.
   "You have seen your choices. Pass or fail you will never leave here. Upstairs is a kind of heaven, down here is hell. You don't want hell, believe me."
   That night Debbie stayed with Carl while I was beaten, tortured and fucked senseless in the pool room. I don't know about Debbie but I loved it.
   Then our real education began. Every day was harder than the one before. More pain, but also more pleasure. Learning our true status. We never saw the sun and our skin became alabaster. We learned, we ached, we enjoyed. And every afternoon we were fucked and fucked and fucked. The nights we spent together. She was no longer my mother, I was not her daughter. We were cunts and assholes and mouths and tits to give pleasure. A source of piss to drink and shit to eat.
   We learned. And then it was the day. We entered a large room with a hundred black men sitting in chairs. We were led to a stage bathed in light. "Who are you?" "Debbie." "Melissa." "What are you?" "We are slime." "What do you want to be?" "Grave slaves." "Why?" "We want to serve." "Do you accept pain?" "We accept pain and love it." "Trial!" someone shouted.
   He was allowed to come to the stage and stand before us. "So you love pain?" "Yes." "We'll see." He had a large jar of jalapeno peppers. He put one in our mouths. "Chew." The heat scorched our mouths but we chewed. Then he poured the jar of peppers into a blender and liquefied it. He made us bend over and put enema hoses in our assholes, filling the bag with the liquid from the blender. When he loosened the clamps the liquid fire ran into our bowels and our bodies filled with agony. He made us hold the boiling hot liquid in our asses and then made us glue our lips to each other's assholes and swallow the juice as it flowed out. The burning liquid filled out stomachs now too. Our tender tissues sizzled but we remained in place. Sweat covered our bodies and tears welled from our eyes but we remained in place.
   "On your backs and lift your spread legs and hold them high." We laid on our backs with our legs up in a wide V. He kneeled in front of our cunts. Taking a box of wooden matches, he began striking them and while they were still flaring into flame, plunged them one by one into our pussies. We stayed in position. He took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one and held the cherry to our nipples, tongues, cunt lips and clits. We stayed in place. He took two large cigars and held the lit ends to our assholes, then ground them out in our navels. He relit them and thrust the lit ends up our assholes. "Pass," he said. We returned to our standing positions. But we knew it was just beginning.
   "Trial," we heard again and another man came forward. He had a box in his hand. "Lay on the floor." From the box he took two bundles of nettles. "Fuck yourselves with these." We took the nettles and plunged them up our cunts. The nettles roasted our already burning pussies. We thrust them in and out. Again we passed.
   The trials continued. We were whipped, kneed, kicked and punched in the cunts and shocked by electric currents that made us convulse, shake and vibrate like mad. But we passed.
   Then came the fucking trials. We were fucked by every man there in every hole. One time I had two cocks in my pussy at the same time. They fucked us for hours. But we passed.
   They brought in animals for us to fuck. Dogs, pigs, goats and then for the last fuck, two donkeys and in between fucks we had to suck the animal sperm out of each other. Still we passed.
   Then it was over and we were made Grave Slaves. As our reward we got branded, one letter at a time by red hot metal, across the ass cheeks and tits, Grave on one, Slave on the other. Our noses, tongues, nipples, navels, cunt lips and clits were pierced and ringed. From our cunt rings a five foot chain connected us together. And we moved into the luxurious bedroom.
   It's been five years now that we have been here. We're slaves and can't imagine any more any other kind of life. We get pleasure and pain and all the things we want. I think Carl is going to sell us to a large white man because the Graves need money right now. I don't care anymore. As long as I'm a slave to someone, I don't care who it is. It's a wonderful life being a slave!
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Not Your Average Birthday Spanking

Thorny Rose on BDSM Stories

She pulled her car up the ramps of the parking garage almost too quickly for safety, cursing the meeting that had lasted longer than she had anticipated. She cringed as she reached the top floor of the structure that had been constructed sometime between creation and World War II. His car was already there and he stood leaning on it, smoking a cigarette. He crushed it out with his heel when he saw her car approach.

Before she could turn off the engine, he yanked the driver's side door open and said sharply, "You're late, slut." She opened her mouth to explain about the meeting,

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but he silenced her with with harsh words, "Not one syllable of your miserable, pathetic excuses. You will learn that I am not to be kept waiting."

She trembled and gasped as his hand entangled in her hair. She just managed to take the car out of gear and turn off the key before he pulled her from the driver's seat. He kicked the door of the car closed and quick-stepped her to the front fender. Moving his hand to the back of her neck, he forced her head and upper body onto the hood. He kicked her feet wide apart, straining the seams of her black skirt. With his free hand, he pulled the skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare ass between the thigh-high stockings and garter belt she wore. "At least you were able to follow one of my instructions, my little slut," he said, in grudging approval of her underthings. The sounds of the rush hour traffic leaving the downtown area mingled with her soft whimpers. She shivered as he lightly stroked her ass cheeks with the tips of his fingers. The sharp smell of female musk rose in the air, overcoming the dank, musty smell of the garage.

CRACK! His hand came down swiftly , leaving a clear print as it made contact with her flesh. She squirmed and moaned as the sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the building. Her nipples hardened into points of marvelous pain as they pressed into the metal through the thin silk blouse. Moisture began to form between her legs, as his hand fell repeatedly--harder and faster--on her now bright pink bottom. Her breathing was ragged with sobs and moans, as he dragged his nails over the inflamed skin. The sensation of a different pain increased the flow of juices from her cunt lips. Her thighs tightened as she arched her hips upward, wordlessly begging for more blows upon her tender flesh. He gave a low chuckle that sent quivering pleasure coursing through her body. His hand fell harder and faster than before on the ass that was quickly becoming bright red. Continuous pressure on the back of her neck kept her pressed tightly to the hood of the car. He felt her muscles tighten as her body strained for that release that only one word from him could give her.

His voice came in a low growl, "Do you need to cum, want to cum? Beg me, my little one, beg."

Her body shuddered with delight and she said, "Please Master may i cum now. Oh please let me cum, please Master. I need to cum so badly, please Master." Her voice was choked with gasps and sobs.His hand tightened on the back of her neck. His fingernails drifted in lazy circles on her inner thigh, through the juices that were now slowly running there. He whispered, "Cum." As though electrified, her body jerked and quivered; harsh, guttural, animalistic sounds rose from her throat.The flow of juices from between her cunt lips was steady as her knees buckled and only his firm hand on the back of her neck kept her on her feet.

While her body was still convulsing with aftershocks, she choked out between whimpers, "Oh, Thank You, Master. Thank You."While still holding her to the hood of the car, he used his freehand to unfasten his pants. His throbbing erection sprang free, and with no preliminaries he plunged into her tight, puckered asshole. She screamed with ecstatic pain at the invasion. Her fingernails bit into the palms of her hands as he began his long, slow strokes. As her muscles relaxed more, his strokes became deeper and harder. He fucked her more and more forcefully, grinding her hip bones into the metal of the fender. Her cries of bliss rang through the structure, "Thank You, Master, thank You."

With every stroke, his balls swung forward and slapped against her sopping cunt, keeping her clit weight in constant motion. With more and more fury, he drove into her. His balls began to tighten as his breathing sped up. With a last brutal thrust that sent flashes of pleasure and pain through her body, he exploded inside her, flooding her with his seed. The throbbing of his orgasm combined with the low, rough whisper of, "Cum, slut," that came from her Master sent her hurtling over the edge into another mind-shattering climax.

They remained there for long moments, suspended in time and space. He came back to himself first. He pulled out of her, and was gratified by her whimper as he left her body. Taking a linen handkerchief from his pocket, he dragged it across her dripping cunt, and then used it to wipe his cock clean. He smiled at the sight of his cum slowly trickling from her asshole.He leaned over her body and stuck the handkerchief, wet with both of their juices, into her gasping mouth.

He stood up and re-fastened his pants. He gave her trembling ass another hard slap that ricocheted off the walls, and relished her sharp intake of breath. "Next time, don't be late," he said, as he lit a cigarette. As he walked toward his car, he said over his shoulder, "Happy Birthday, my little one." She was still quivering and drifting when he got into his car and drove away.

She slowly returned from subspace and removed the soiled handkerchief from her mouth. With a satiated smile, she lightly trailed her fingertips over her stinging bottom. As she gingerly sat in her car, and prepared to drive away, her only thought was that she could scarcely wait for his next summons.

Test run 1

capnsilver on BDSM Stories

I sit up quickly in the bed of my cell, I hear footsteps echoing in the hallway. A chill shoots down my spine, part anticipation and also because of the temperature of the room.  I slide off the bed and onto my knees on the floor assuming the presentation position, my knees spread and my arms holding the opposite elbows behind my back which thrusts out my breasts. The cold concrete makes my knees ache and a cold breeze makes my bare nipples stand up straight. My breathing speeds up as I hear a key turn in the lock and the door opens. In walks a tall middle aged man with dark hair. He doesn't look at me immediately and I quickly remember my place and stare meekly at the floor. He says nothing but pulls the one chair in the room over and sits down a few feet to my right. I can just see him

Sold to a man I hate to become his sex slave

GirlWhoLovesPain on BDSM Stories

So here I was, 18 years of age and I was being sent away from home, to a place with a person I hated. It wasn’t fair and it was very, very wrong. What was I to my family? Obviously someone that did rate to much, someone they thought didn’t need to be heard just need to be seen and when they came home in a bad tempered mood I was someone to be smacked about a bit so they could rid their frustration. Now as things got bad for them once again I was in the line of fire but not like before this time it was very, very different.

 

Let my explain what had happened, my father was a drug a dealer and my mother was nothing but a tart, well

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that’s how I felt about her. She was only with my father for his money because whenever he went out of town there would be many men brought back to our 6 bedroom house. I would hear my mother and her man of the night in her room screaming and moaning in pleasure, it made me feel sick. Of course I was warned that if I said anything to my father I would be in for a serious beating, so ever since I can remember I kept my mouth closed.

 

My father came back from a so called “business trip” last Tuesday, he had gone with another man. He stood at 6ft tall long dark hair, strongly built and was about 30 years old. He gave my shivers down my spine whenever we met. He would glare at me, look me up and down and if no one was in the room he would start to put his hands on me sliding his hands further up my leg. It made me sick just the thought of his hands going any higher and touching me anywhere in appropriate. Anyway my father came back from his trip in a very bad mood I didn’t know why, but I was guessing it had something to do with money considering he was yelling at my mother for spending too much whilst he was away. Later that the night after he came home he called me down the stairs, I was wondering what I had done wrong this time if anything and what kind of beating I was going to get however sitting there was my father, my mother and the man he went way on his business trip, at this point I began to grow curious of what was going on.

 

I went to sit down when I was told no by my father, he told me in a stern voice “take off every piece of clothing you are wearing” I stood there is disbelief

“Wwwhat???” I asked 

“Do not argue with me do as you are told or you will be in big trouble!” my father angrily growled.

So I did I slowly began to take my clothes of in front of them, I took my top of first, then my skirt leaving me only in my bra and panties.

“Well, what are you waiting for take them off?” my father ordered.

So I undone my bra revealing my 34 C breast and then took my panties off revealing the rest of me.

“Ahh, she’s nicely sculpted, she’s shaved, great tits, and wonderfully long dark hair…I’ll take her.” The man said.

“What? Take me where??? Mother what is going on??? Please someone explain?” I started to cry.

My father then began to explain what was happening. He said that his last business trip didn’t go as planned and he had lost a lot of money and we were all in potential danger of loosing our home due to a lot of debt. He had discussed this with his business partner and he had made him an offer. He would pay of all of our family’s debt if he could own me. So basically I had been sold to a man I hated and despised. He made my skin crawl and I couldn’t even begin to think what he was going to do with me.

 

So that’s what happened, this now why I am in the back of a brand new Mercedes wearing a skimpy dress, no underwear and 6 inch high heels. My hair pinned up and my face had make up on, red lipstick, a pale foundation, pink blusher, and black mascara. I felt like a dirty whore, I knew what was going to happen I knew that all of my freedom had been taken away from me, not that I had much in the first place.

 

We got to his house and went in and I gasp once I went in, I was shocked I had always thought my house was nice but when I saw this house it made the house I had lived in look shabby and poor.

“Right then lets get started, follow me to your room were I will get to know you, or should I say your body, a lot better.”

I followed him to my new room when I entered and it was amazing it was big and had candles, a little table and 2 chairs, a luxurious rug and a 4 post double bed. Still that didn’t make any different I didn’t want to be here I didn’t want to be just a “thing” that could be sold. I then spotted a closet with a lock on it which this man was going to. He unlocked it and took out some rope, “On the bed, slut!” he shouted, I ran for the door trying to escape but unbeknown to me he had locked he, he then grabbed my hair and dragged me over to the bed. He tied my left and right hand to the bed then went to my feet and tied them to bed as well. He took my clothes off and then began to speak:

“Right then, you will address me as Master and you are now my slave no doing so will get you punished, Whenever I want to fuck you I expect you to obey this and not fight, once again if you don’t obey this you will get punished. I also expect you to allow other people to fuck you when I bring them back here failure to obey this or if you fight it will end up in punishment and lastly slave, I expect you to take orders, to do everything I tell you to do. Do you understand Slave?” I didn’t answer I was so scared I didn’t know what to do. He then got out a cane and hit me with it on my stomach “I said do you understand slave?”

“Yes….Master.” I replied.

“Good, now for starters I want to see how good you are at sucking cock so you will suck mine, oh and I expect you to swallow”

I had never sucked a cock before in fact I had only ever had sex with one person before so I was completely inexperienced. He started to untie my hands and feet but then tied my hands behind my back, he put me kneeing on the floor and started to unzip he trousers, take them off and take of his boxers revealing his 8inch cock.

“Now suck it bitch! And suck it good.” He said

 

Feeling helpless I started to suck his cock I was sucking it slowly and only sucked the top of it which clearly was not enough because he grabbed at my hair and started pushing my mouth in more and was pushing me a lot quicker. I could feel his cock in the back of my throat. It was sliding in and out, making me gag, I felt like I was choking on his cock. He was fucking my mouth, his hands pushing my mouth on his cock, his hips moving closer to get his cock all the way in. I couldn’t breathe; I felt tears running down my face as I was getting fucked in the mouth. I then felt his cum, going all the way down my throat.

 

“Wow, you are a dirty little slut aren’t you? You didn’t spill a drop of cum out of you mouth, I’m impressed. Did you enjoy that my little slave?”

I looked up at him, I wanted to untie my hands had go and hurt him so much for doing this to me but instead I was powerless, there was no chance I me getting away so I thought to myself the only thing I can do is just do as I’m told.

“Yes, I did enjoy sucking your cock.” I lied.

“Wrong slut, wrong! You didn’t address me as Master so for that you will be punished”

He then reached up towards the ceiling in the middle of the room were there were some shackles hanging down, he then grabbed my hands and put them in the shackles. I could barely reach them so my whole body felt as if it was being stretched; I was standing on the tips of my toes. He then got something else out of the cupboard but I could not make out what it was. He told me to hold still and then put something on my nipples which hurt so much. They were nipple clamps. The pain was excruciating.

Then he got the cane back out.

“For your disrespect of not calling me master you receive your first ever punishment, I am going to hit you with the cane 10 times on different parts of your body.”

I started to panic, I didn’t want to get hit with the cane but I daren’t argue.

 

“One!” he growled.

He hit me on my right arm

“Two!”

This time he hit me on my left arm

“Three”

He hit me on my left leg

“Four!”

The pain now starting to become unbearable he his me on my right leg

“Five”

He hit me on my stomach

“Now for the fun part, Six”

He hit me on my left breast, I had never felt so much pain, with the clamps on my nipples and the cane going full force on them it hurt so much.

“Seven”

I got hit on my right breast

“Eight!”

Hitting me on my back

“Your last 2 slut, Nine”

He hit me across my arse it stung so much

“Last one, 10”

This was the most painful of all, it hurt so much it was on my arse again but my master had hit me a lot harder than he had any of the other 9 times.

He then got out a dildo, spread my legs and shoved it deep in my vagina.

“Does it feel good in you pussy my little fuck toy?”

“No master.” I replied

“Well you best get use to things being in your tight cunt because it’s going to be happening a lot. In fact you best get use to all your holes being filled because my cock needs to be seen to a lot and it loves every hole on a women.”

 

He was pounding a dildo in to my pussy whilst calling me a whore, a slag, and how I was going to become his new fuck toy and cum slut.  He then took the dildo out of my pussy and said:

“Now I’m going to put this in your mouth and I want it to stay there until you have licked it clean, whilst you do I am going to take pictures”

I was just hung there from the shackles, with a dildo in my mouth and my master taking pictures, I felt so humiliated but I also felt a different feeling, a feeling that was more pleasurable. No surely not but it was true, I found my self getting turned on I could feel myself getting wet.

 

“Was that fun slut?” he asked

“No, it hurt so much and I felt so humiliated. I promise to behave myself in the future master”

“Well from the look of your pussy you seemed to enjoy your self.”

He took me down from the shackles and placed me on the bed, my body felt tired, worn out and sore. I just wanted to crawl away and go to sleep but my master had something else he wanted to try out first.

Because he knew I was too weak to fight back he didn’t bother tying me back up, instead he started to touch my pussy, starting with my clit, he could feel how swollen it was and it felt good as he rubbed and flicked my clit, I started to moan slightly.

“So you’re enjoying this then? Looks like you’re going to be easier to train than I thought.”

I didn’t reply I was too caught up in this wonderful feeling, he then got on top of me and slide his cock inside of me, he started of slow but then with no signal he went in my quick and deep.

“Is this what a dirty whore likes? Your pussy being pounded by your master hard, fast and deep. I’m going to make you cum tonight slut, whether you like it or not.” He said to me.

I felt so lifeless but I was also trying to resist enjoying my self. I didn’t want to give into this feeling. But In the end I could help myself, as he pinched and squeezed away at my nipples, fucked my tight cunt I could feel an orgasm building up. He must have known this because just has I had cum he cummed too sending volts of both pleasure and pain into me.

 

“You enjoyed yourself tonight, didn’t you?”

I couldn’t lie so I told the truth:

“Yes I did master, at first I was horrified by what you were doing, and the pain was unbearable but I started to enjoy myself more and more master.”

“Good, I’m glad, we are going to have so much fun in the future slave, I mean I still haven’t played with your arse yet or got you to fuck other people in fact there are lots of things you haven’t done for me yet slut, but that will all be for another day, I think you have had all you can handle to night.”

He then left the room, I was curled up on the bed in so much pain but I had never felt so much satisfaction. I didn’t understand what was going on but I knew that there was going to plenty more nights like this one. Yes my freedom was gone, yes I was owned by a Master but I began to think that I could handle getting adjusted to this life.  

 

Thanks for reading; I will write part 2 soon. =)

 

Any comments about my story (positive and negative are both welcome) please send to: girl_loves_pain@yahoo.co.uk

Blackmailed into slavery.

Miss C on BDSM Stories



0700hrs……Master
makes contact on my phone with the message. ‘Meet you at our special place,
Fri, 8 O’clock sharp. Usual items required, usual rules apply.’







I catch my
breath and close my eyes. Friday night is only 2 nights away and he wants to
use me again. I so look forward to his contact, usually o

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nce a week at my place
we fuck and play, he teases and tortures me and he leaves next morning.
Recently,
he has been booking a room at a motel, taking me out to popular meeting spots,
offering me to strangers to fuck and ordering me to oblige. Mostly it is a
quick fuck or blow job, but Master wants to venture further with the idea of
'Pimping' me.









It is on
again, this Friday I will be tortured and fucked by strangers, as well as my
Master.
My nipples
stand up and my body shivers with the anticipation. There are rules that I have
signed that bind me to a regime to prepare for the night.
·          I am not permitted to masturbate or
orgasm from now.



·          If I have sex, it must be vanilla and
rule 1 must be obeyed.



·          I must place bands on my nipples each
night, removing them only to shower, where I am to twirl and stimulate my
nipples before re-banding them.



·          During the day I am to tweak and
stimulate my nipples approx every 2 hours. There is to be a period of 2 hours
per day where they are free from banding, but they must be clamped at this
time.



·          I must insert my medium butt plug
immediately upon arriving home after work and remove it in the mornings prior
to showering.









·          I must shave and moisturize my body
each day.
The routine
begins immediately. I shower, shave and band my nipples tightly. They are well
used to banding, but the sensation still curses through me as I tuck them
tightly under my bra. I moisturize my body after the shower; my skin is smooth
and shiny as I slip into my uniform for work.Â





The day
drags. My nipples ache inside my bra and each time I tweak them my pussy reacts
with tingles of joy.
Arriving
home I quickly dart inside and remove my clothes. The butt-plug slips up inside
with a little persuasion and I wriggle my bum to accommodate it. Replacing my
underpants and track pants my evening routine must stay the same. I walk with
my Neighbor for an hour, ignoring her quizzical looks every so often when I
suddenly begin to walk awkwardly, until I am used to walking at a brisk pace
with the plug inside me. At home I am naked, dreaming of the night to come,
first with my Master using me, then passing me over to strangers and obediently
doing as he tells me. I know I will be fucked hard over and over, I know I will
suck cock many times, I know my arse will be fucked. I may be bound and gagged;
they may whip me or stretch me out. It may be indoors or outside, I just don’t
know what to expect.











Friday
arrives and the day drags. I am fidgety at work, up and down from my desk,
tweaking my nipples over and over, hardly able to concentrate on my work at
all. Finally the time to leave is here and I make my way to my car.
‘Hey Jenny,
what’s the hurry?’ I stop and look around to see Bob, the Company Boss walking
behind me.
‘Oh nothing
really, just got a dinner date tonight that’s all.’
‘Oh I see…
actually I was hoping that we might get together for a drink sometime. You know
that I think that you are very promising Jenny, you could be a great asset to
the company.’













My stomach
was churning, his eyes were glued to my breasts, my nipples poked out, fully
engorged under the tight bands and I knew that he was coming onto me for one
reason only. He leaned close to me, resting his hand on the roof of my car
effectively trapping me.
‘Umm, Oh
thanks Bob, that’s lovely, perhaps another night.’
He kept
staring at me, his eyes leering and the sly grin on his face shifting to a not
so happy expression at my rebuttal.
‘I’ll keep
you to it Jenny. Oh, and enjoy your date. Someone special?’
‘Yes he is,
thanks Bob I will.’Â





He moves
away and I finally get to my car and get out of there, arriving home with less
than an hour to spare before I meet Master at the Motel.













I shower,
shave and moisturize, removing the bands from my tender nipples. They swell
immediately and stand up stiffly as I tweak them to Masters liking. I replace
the tight bands with my special ones that provide just the right amount of
pressure to keep my nipples at attention for the night. Reaching into the
drawer where my sex toys are kept I take out the vibrating egg and insert it
deep into my vagina. The slow deep buzz tells me that the battery is strong and
the egg is on. Next is the butt plug, lubed up and sliding into place it too is
specially designed to wear out for the evening. Once it is in place I step into
my tight leather thong and clip the strap of the plug into place. The egg
buzzes deep inside as I spli the remote control into my purse.
My bra is
sheer and low cut so that my nipples are readily available and always visible
to Master should he wish to inspect them. Tonight I am wearing a button through
blouse to enable easy access. It too is made of reasonable sheer material
ensuring that I stand out in the crowd.
My skirt is
black and seemingly unassuming. The back section appears to be doubled as if
wraparound in style but this is in fact an opening where a hand, fingers or
even a cock could enter without disturbance to my clothing.
Thigh high
black stockings and my favorite heels complete the outfit.
Hair and make
up are styled to be natural looking. Master does not approve of too much make
up, and my hair will be disturbed so I need to be able to style it quickly and
easily so as to continue to serve.Â









7.30 and I
am ready. I make my way to my car, trying to remain calm and hold my excitement
inside. The egg moves inside me and bumps against the plug. The breeze sneaks
inside the skirt at the back and my whole body shivers with expectation.
The drive
was uneventful and I am early. I wait until 8 exactly before knocking.
He opens
the door and smiles at me. We embrace and kiss tenderlyÂ







Master
steps away and inspects me, I turn on his signal, bend over and lift my skirt
so he can finger my pussy and feel the buzzing egg. He touches the plug and
presses it deep inside me as I groan. He pulls me up and turns me around.
Brushing his finger across my nipples he smiles as the hard buds react to his
touch and I close my eyes. His hand moves lower, under my skirt and brushing
the front of my thong as I bite my lip and move my legs apart for him. His
finger slips easily under the thong and slides into my juices. He pulls me
close and presses on my clit. I moan loudly as he gently strokes me, slowly
circling my sex bud while holding me close from behind. His arm slides down to
my bum and presses me harder against his touch. I am ready to explode, I know
that this is in preparation for the night to come but I want to orgasm into his
hand right now.
He slides
his finger away from my Clit and leans into my ear..
‘You are a
real slut aren’t you’?





























‘Yes
Master.’
‘You are
going fuck strangers tonight?’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘You are
not going to refuse me.’
‘No
Master.’
‘You will
feel pain Slut.’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘But this
will please me, so you will be glad to take it for me.’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘Good, now
suck me.’
His cock
was hard and ready for me. I knelt down and took it in my mouth, sliding the
thick shaft deep into my throat and removing it again. Up and down I moved on
his cock while he stood over me until he took a clump of my hair and held it
tight. That was my signal to stop moving and hold still while he fucked my
mouth. Master drove his cock deep into my mouth, exploding his cum thick and
deep inside me. Shuddering to finish he withdrew and helped me to my feet.
‘Lets go,
give me the remote please.’
‘Oh yes
Master.’ I hand him the device and we leave the Motel room. Â















Tonight
Master has decided that we will go to the clubs and bars close by to try our
luck. First we go into a trendy bar. The place is half full with men and women
in business suits, obviously relaxing after the week at work. It doesn’t take
long for Master to strike up a conversation with a group of 3 guys while I
remain dutifully at his side. I know I am getting glances from the men, my
nipples are extremely prominent and I am dressed more provocatively than any
other woman in the room.
Master has
maneuvered me into position so that all the guys have great views of my
nipples, and with one arm leaning back on the table so that my blouse is pulled
tight, the sight is having the desired effect on them all.
The ramps
up the vibrations of the egg and my nipples spring more to attention
immediately.
We drink
with the men for a few minutes, one of them goes to the bar for drinks while
one goes to the men’s-room, so master moves in on the one who is left behind.
‘Hey, see
my Lady here, she is feeling very horny and needs a quick fuck. You
interested?’
The guy’s
eyes nearly pop out of his head, and before he can say anything, I move close.
Taking his free hand, I slip it behind me and inside the flap of my skirt. He
can feel my naked arse cheeks, and with some more exploring he finds the thin
strip of the thong that I am wearing. I press into him in a hugging position as
his hand moves between my legs, it is hot and damp and he is hooked.
We move
quickly to the car.











Master has
ordered me to suck his cock while we drive to the motel and I obey. The guy is
panting and still shocked when we arrive a few minutes later, his hands
exploring my hard nipples frantically during the journey.
Inside the
room he removes his pants in a flurry and moves near me on the bed. His hands
frantically undo my blouse and push my bra upwards, dragging across my tender
nipples. Master is standing beside the bed and suggests that I remove my skirt
as well. I stand and remove my clothes, Master then orders me to suck the guy
again, while he removes the plug and vibrating egg, suggesting to the guy that
he might like to watch the action.
I bend at
the waist and take his cock in my mouth, slowly sucking on it while Master
removed my thong and unclipped the plug. His fingers are exploring my pussy,
two then three pushing deep inside me to remove the egg. Each thrust pushes me
deeper onto the cock that I am sucking and bringing me closer to climax. The
egg out, Master continues to finger me, thrusting in and out of my pussy as I
grunt and groan in the lap of our stunned guest. His cock is almost ready to
blow so Master orders me to remain in position while our guest fucks me.
Moving
behind me he pushed his raging hard on deep inside me pussy. Master is tweaking
my nipples as the guy pumps his cock in and out, bumping and grinding against
the butt plug with each stroke. Soon he lets his load loose inside me and is
finished.Â



























‘Good.
Slut, clean up and get ready to go again.’
‘Yes
Master.’
I want some
release but it is not coming, so I wash myself up, tidy my hair and we return
to the bar.
The Guy
tells his mates his wild tale and they are all smiling and looking in my
direction. Master nods to them so the whole process is repeated again. This
time the two of them go at me together. One in my mouth while the other fucked
my pussy, then they swapped over and I went again.
Still no
release for me and I knew that these were just a warm up for the night to come.
By the time
we left the bar I had fucked 6 guys. All the same doggy style sex with the butt
plug remaining inside my arse and bands on my nipples.
Master
returns the egg inside my pussy and turns it on. The buzzing sensation deep
inside is sending me wild.
We moved down
to a club where the Clientele would be rich, relaxed and horny. A very
white-collar club filled with Corporate Managers and ambitious Men with no time
for relationships but plenty of time for kinky sex.
I had
already sucked and fucked 6 guys, my pussy was swollen and tingling with
anticipation as we entered the room.
The first
guy from here was a 40 something Manager in Finance. It didn't take long
cahtting to him to find out that his fetish was light bondage and Master was
only too willing to oblige. In the car he fingered my pussy and played with the
butt plug while I removed my bra and he sucked my nipples hard.







Back in the
room Master had already prepared the shackles on the bed so I was quickly
cuffed by my wrists and ankles spread-eagled.
He worked
on my nipples with his mouth while continuing to finger my pussy, carefully
avoiding my clit. I was wet and ready for him, the cum of 6 men still inside me
from earlier in the night. The egg still inside, he asked Master to leave it
and he would remove it soon.
Turning
around to the 69 position, he rammed his cock deep inside my mouth while
pounding my pussy with his fingers hard. He asked Master to turn the egg up,
sending me wild, groaning, straining and sucking his cock hard.







Finally he
put his mouth onto my pussy and licked it hard. I arched my back, his cock deep
in my mouth I was ready to explode as he flicked my clit with his tongue.
He was
fucking my mouth hard, moving his fingers from my pussy to my arse, his mouth
from my clit to my pussy when the orgasm hit me. Straining hard I groaned and
growled, stretching the bindings tightly on the bed.











He flicked
the egg out of my pussy while he moved quickly to untie my legs and pull out
the plug. Master moved in close as the man knelt between my legs and pushed his
cock into my pussy. It was wet and hot in there and my orgasm took up again.
Master had his cock out for me to suck on; he pushed my head over and plunged
it in, fucking me hard like the guy from the club.
I was
buzzing with orgasm, mouth full with Masters cock and a stranger pounding my
pussy hard. My nipples were on fire; Master pinched them hard, pulling them up
high, stretching the swollen buds out even further. They guy slowed his
fucking; reaching under my arse he pushes my legs up higher, catching my ankles
and bending them over my head.
Master
pulled out of my mouth, clipping my ankles to the head of the bed while the
stranger lubed up my arse.
Before I
could think he was deep inside my arse. I screamed out as he plunged inside me
hard. Masters hand found my mouth and muffled my screams as the stranger fucked
my arse with all his might. He was sweating, panting hard as he pumped into me.
His balls smacking against my body until he stiffened, shuddered and thrust his
load into me hard.
The guy was
leaning on me, exhausted. I was limp, restrained to the bed with my legs over
my head, my pussy and arse now filled with the cum of 7 men.





The guy
gathered himself up, moved away from me and gestured to Master to come over to
the other side of the room. I couldn’t hear what they were saying; I lay there
waiting for Master to release me. I could hear them talking, it was quite
animated, but couldn’t make out the conversation at all. The guy who had just
fucked me was getting dressed; Master was standing with him, both with their
backs to me while they talked. Master turned and walked towards me, the Guy
followed behind him.



































'Sub, you
have to listen to me.’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘This Man
is a Police Officer. He is working undercover and we have been caught by him
soliciting for sex, this is an offence that carries prison time with it even
though we didn’t ask for money.
 He is going to let us go without charging us
but there are some conditions.
“Oh my god
Master, what’s going to happen to us?’
I am straining
to move in the restraints. I want to get out of there.
‘I have
agreed to a couple of conditions that will mean that we won’t be charged, but
it involves you as well.’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘Will you
go along with my agreement Sub?’
‘Yes
Master. Of course I will.’
‘Good. I
have agreed that this Man can fuck you at any time, anywhere and in any way
that he wishes. Also, tonight you are going to entertain a few of his
colleagues, so you will remain in bondage while they fuck you.’
‘Oh no
Master. I don’t want to do that, I want to go home.’
I begin to
sob loudly, pulling and struggling against the restraints holding me in place.Â













The strap
hit me without warning. My bum exploded with pain as the belt rained down on
me. I looked between my legs to see the Man thrashing me with his belt over and
over.
‘OK, OK
I’ll do it, please stop, I’ll do it.’
“Good.’ He
smiled at me, ‘I knew you would see sense soon enough, now tie her back spread
out so the boys can have their fun.’
He moved
over close to my head.
'You’re one
fine fuck Lady, I’m going to enjoy seeing you again. I have your name, address,
phone numbers, I know where you work and soon I'll know every move you make so
it wont do you any good to try to get away from me, and report me Lady and
you're in jail with all the other whores that I get off the streets.’Â











Master
quickly released my legs and tied them to the end of the bed.
He had just
enough time to give me a drink of water and wipe my face with a cool cloth
before there was a knock at the door.
The loud
knock startled both of us. Master quickly stood and began to move away from the
bed. I was tightly restrained, naked and vulnerable and going to fuck more
strangers as we had planned.Â






Three men
came into the room followed by the Policeman who had just used me and was now
blackmailing me.
‘Here she
is guys, go your hardest. Straight fucks though, the kinky stuff is for me.’’













They moved
close to me looked me up and down. One by they stripped and climbed between my
legs to fuck me. My legs and arms strained as I was tightly tied to the bed,
bending unnaturally back in the cuffs as they pulled my arse up and rammed
their cocks into my pussy. All of them were hard and ready to go so the fuck
was reasonably quick from the three of them. Each emptied his load into me and
moved away, chatting and laughing to each other, comparing notes about my pussy
and tits as their mate rammed into me. From my side it was pure fucking, no
noise, no emotion, just do the act and finish. I lay on the bed with my head
turned to the side, looking at Master the whole time. He watched with a sly
grin on his face, enjoying the show.
This had
gone too far for me, this was rape and I hated it. Earlier when we were doing
our own thing it felt different to me, I trusted Master and felt safe, now I do
not trust the Cop, and do not feel safe at all.
The Cop
moved close to my head, reaching over he grabbed my left nipple and crushed it
between his thumb and finger. I screamed and arched my back high to relieve the
pain but he pulled it higher and higher.

































The pain
was excruciating, my whole body weight was being held up in the hands of this
monster. I gritted my teeth and look into his eyes. He twisted the nipple and pinched it hard, staring back at me with hateful dark eyes.
My body hit
the mattress with a thud when he released my nipple and let me go.
I was
shaking with terror and pain, watching his every move as he walked away from
the bed. He ushered the 2 men outside of the room, they spoke for a few minutes
and he returned.
‘Ok, you
two can continue your activities for tonight without fear of arrest, but I will
make contact with you whore, so be prepared.’
‘Master..’
I sobbed.
‘Hush Sub,
it is over for now, just you and I again so remember your place.’
‘Yes
Master.’
He released
the shackles from my arms and legs.
‘Stand and
present.’
I can’t
believe what I am hearing, but stand, naked, and face Master. He reaches and
tweaks both nipples hard. I wince and gasp as they are both tender and the left
one is very painful.
‘Turn
around, bend over.’
I obeyed
him again, turning and placing my hands on the bed. Master inserts the butt
plug again as the tears stream down my face. I am praying that the night is
over and there will be no more.
‘Ok Sub,
enough for tonight, we will stay here and return home in the morning.’
‘Yes
Master.’ I smile. Its over and I am safe again.
‘Arms’.





























He cuffs my
right wrist and moves me to the bed. Laying me on my right side, I am cuffed to
the pole at the foot of the bed by my arm and the head of the bed by my right
ankle. My left wrist and ankle are then cuffed together behind my back.
Master
moves around and climbs on the bed. He runs his hands up and down my body,
caressing my pussy and stomach up to my breasts where he gently massages them
and tenderly twirls my nipples. I am aroused again; the smell of sex oozes from
me as he works his fingers back down to my pussy and opens the lips with his
fingers.
My head
lolls back with anticipation, my clit is stiffening to the cool air and my
pussy is ready to explode. His massaging touch enters my hole gently, 2 fingers
slowly slide deep inside then out, in again, curling upwards and sliding out
again, in again, deeper still and out. Another finger stretches the opening, sliding
inside with ease along my well-fucked passage, in and out, in deeper and out,
harder and deeper in and slowly out before crushingly deep and out again.
My eyes are
closed tight; the sensation is glorious, releasing all the humiliation of the
evening from my body. His other arm is stroking my belly, reaching to pull my
pussy lips upwards and stretch them open for the four fingers to enter me. My
clit is there and as he brushes it I gasp. It is hard and wanting to electrify
me, he begins the slow massage with his finger as the four fingers stretch me
wide and plunge hard inside me. His finger dampens and the pace quickens on my
clit as I struggle to stay still and composed. Four fingers deep inside,
pressing against the wall of my bowel, filled with the black rubber plug. My
clit is huge and the massage has become a rub, the speed has become faster and
my breathing is frantic.
I don’t
want it to stop, I want this to go on forever, I want to cum so badly and it is
almost there.
He pulls
his finger away from my clit and removes his other fingers from my pussy. I
whimper with despair only to see him moving into position to fuck me.
Reaching
under my back he unclips the cuff on my arm and pushes my leg out wide, sliding
in and plunging his cock deep inside me. The butt plug bangs against him as he
fucks me hard and passionately. Deep inside he rams his cock, grunting and
panting on me, my right arm and leg trapped in the restraints, at his mercy.
His back
arches and he growls loudly as his jizz shoots into me. He is sweating, out of
breath and shuddering as he finishes his orgasm, denying me again and becoming
my 11th fuck for the night.
We lay
there motionless. Both exhausted, I am restrained and unsatisfied, Master is
relieved and fully satisfied.
He clips my
left arm and leg together behind my back again, rolling me onto my side as he
lies down beside me.
I now
realize the reason for the positioning.
Master
moves close to me, pulling my head forward and placing his cock inside my
mouth. I begin to lick it clean but he stops me.















‘Leave this
in there for the night Sub. I want you sucking on it when I wake up. I don’t
care if you don’t get any sleep and if I wish to finger you again I will, but
you will not gain an orgasm until morning.’
I cant
believe it, I have to lay there all night with his cock in my mouth, my head
against his crotch, arm and leg twisted up my back and still my clit is swollen
and in need of orgasm.
I try to
get comfortable, Master is quickly asleep, his head against my pubic bone, his
breath blowing between my legs.
The night
is long and uncomfortable, Master rolled away from me on two occasions allowing
me some sleep until he rolled back, bumping into my body, waking and returning
his cock to my mouth. He brushed his hand over my vagina a couple of times but
there was no serious fingering for the night.















The morning
sun streamed in the window as the cock in my mouth began to stir. I massaged it
with my tongue, teasing the head and shaft, as it grew stiffer and stiffer.
Soon it was hard and I began to gently suckle on it. Moving my head gently and
slowly so that my mouth slid along his sex, tenderly caressing the shaft,
sucking on the head and pushing it deep into my throat again.
Master
began to stir, his breathing changed and his hips began to move gently.
Suddenly
there was a hand on my head, pushing it hard against his crotch as he moaned
and arched his back. His cock was deep in my throat before he released me,
pumping it deep again and exploding his cum into my mouth. As this happened, I
felt many fingers plunged inito my pussy and my clit was crushed. My legs
pushed wide open for his hands as I sucked and drank from his cock. My pussy
responded and orgasm flowed through my body like a huge explosion. I bucked my
hips and squealed around his cock as the sensations cursed through me.
‘Ohhhh
godddddd……’
It felt
like the orgasm lasted minutes when it was only seconds and we both lay panting
in our positions. His limp cock was hanging in my mouth and my wet pussy
against his face.Â











Master
moved first, pulling out of my mouth and sitting up on the bed, releasing my
arm and leg and massaging them while I moved onto my back. He leaned down and
kissed me, smiling into my eyes with pleasure as he unclipped my arm and leg
from the bed frame.
The
recovery time was fairly quick for us, I showered and dressed, leaving the plug
in place as instructed by Master, then he showered while I prepared his coffee.
It was at this time when the phone rang.Â























































‘Can you
get that please Sub.’
‘Yes
Master……..Hello.’
“Hello
whore, who said you could answer the phone.’
‘Ummm,
errrr.’ I was stunned, it was the Cop.
‘Don’t
speak whore, be ready in five minutes.
‘Errrr…’ I
couldn’t speak; fear took over my body, as I stood rigid with the phone in my
hand.
‘Yes Sir….
You answer me with Yes Sir you filthy whore.’
‘Urrr,
yyyess, Ssiirrr…’ I sobbed in the phone.
He hung up
in my ear and I collapsed to the floor.
Master ran
from the bathroom to me.
‘Master…
Heee’s cccoming to get me… please…’
‘Pull
yourself together Sub; he just wants to fuck you to prove himself that’s all.
He’ll probably do it a few times and then forget about you.’
'But
Master.’ I sobbed…
'Come on,
get yourself ready, fuck him and it will be over. I’ll be here.’
I stood up
and arranged my clothes. Looking in the mirror I fixed my hair and touched my
make up in silence. I was terrified of this Cop and he knew it.
The loud
knock on the door startled me. Master answered it.
‘Hi.’
‘Hi, where
is she?’
‘She’s
here, you want to do her here?’
‘No, We’re
going back to her place, I want to get to know my way around there.’
My knees
almost gave way again as Master took my arm and pushed me forwards to the Cop.
He grabbed
my hair and pulled my face close to his.
‘Hello
whore, pleased to see me again huh.?’
‘Yes Sir.’
I replied through gritted teeth.
‘Good.’ He
was again pressing on my nipple, this time he was crushing it against my chest,
rubbing it hard with the palm of his hand. I kept my teeth clenched hard and
tried to think about the orgasm earlier with Master and how great it felt.











He took his
handcuffs and cuffed my arms tightly behind my back; this pushed my breasts
forwards as he bent my arms up my back marching me to the door of the room.
He led me
out to his police car and shoved me in the front seat. Master stood at the door
and watched helplessly as the Cop fastened the seat belt, got in and we drove
away.
Before
moving off he pulled my skirt up, slid me closer to him and warned me to keep
my legs wide open.
It felt
like every person was looking at me, thinking I was a criminal in the police
car, all the while the cop had his hand between my legs, roughly fingering my
pussy while he drove along. It was so tender from the 11 fucks the night
before, but he didn’t care about that.





My house
wasn’t far away and we pulled up out the front, he straightened my skirt and
uncuffed me so that we could walk inside together. He even held my hand, giving
the impression that we were a couple. I wanted to vomit, but managed to hold
myself together until we made it inside.























He dragged
me to the couch, sat down and stood me in front of him.
‘Ok, Strip
whore.’
I slowly
began to undress, but his agitation grew so I removed my clothes quickly and
stood naked in front of him.
‘Get on
your knees where you belong cock sucker.’
 I knelt in
front of him as ordered, expecting him to make me suck his cock, but he instead
positioned me so that I knelt up straight, leaning back with hands gripping my
ankles. It was painfully uncomfortable but he liked it.
‘Go to the
bedroom, get on the bed in this position and wait. Im going to take a look
around.’
He pulled
and twisted my nipples before pushing me away and standing up. I quickly
obeyed, hoping that he would get this over quickly.
I knelt in
position on my bed for many minutes before he came in. He was naked and his
cock was hard, his body toned and strong, very athletic looking. My eyes moved
to his cock, it was large, probably 8-9 inches and thick around the head and
very straight.

























If I was
perfectly honest it was a stunning cock, and his body bordered on gorgeous, but
I hated this man with a passion.
He moved to
the bed, turning my body to face him, leaning forward and taking my nipple in
his mouth. One hand moved between my legs, the other around my bum and handled
the butt plug. He sucked hard on one then the other nipple, his fingers
exploring my pussy and pressing on the plug hard to push my hips even further
forward. I felt like my back was breaking, but a feeling of excitement was
beginning to take over my body.
I was
responding to his touch, my pussy was wet and nipples hard as he contito
work on them, the plug was now being moved in and out of my arse as the finger
fucking of my pussy gained momentum.
He moved
closer and put his cock against my pussy, pressing the plug hard inside me he
pushed his cock inside and began to fuck me. My back was bent awkwardly but his
arm held my in position for him to fuck me hard. His cock rubbed directly on my
clit and I knew that I was going to cum again. I fought the urge as hard as I
could but he thrust harder and harder until I had to yield and orgasm.
I screamed
and moaned loudly as my juices flowed, he continued to pump hard until I was
finished.
Pulling out
he pushed me onto the bed.
‘Get on all
fours you filthy slut whore.’
I obeyed
him turning and kneeling on my hands and knees.
‘Grab your
whore ankles, Im gunna fuck that arse of yours you cum slut.’
I reached
back and grabbed my ankles tightly. My arse was high up and the plug bulged out
as he positioned himself behind me. He pulled the plug out and rammed into me
hard, crushing my head into the bed, digging his fingers into my hips as he
pumped my arse.









The
sensation was awesome, but I hated myself for loving it. I moaned with each
fuck as he went at me harder and harder, faster and faster until he finally let
his juices go into me.
He was
animalistic, fucking harder and harder while he was cumming deep insidme,
growling this deep guttural growl as he embedded his sex into me.
He released
himself, pushed me away like trash on his beat and left the room.













I lay there
and cried, hating every moment of the time with him. The blackmailing rapist
cop had used me for the first time and all I could do was wait for my nextvisit from him.
Master
called to check on me later in the day and I cried again. He reassured me that
it would be all right, that the cop would find someone else and I would be free
of him.
Deep inside
me I wanted that to be true, but there was a yearning beginning to grow….











Submissive Then, Submissive Now

Jolly1 on BDSM Stories

Then

 

Sexuality is a strange, confusing, and interesting thing.  From the memories of my earliest sexual experiences when I was a boy, to my current age of 21 I have always found that I am submissive to women.  I think back to those early memories, my play times with my young female friends (one in particular, but we will come to that) and I see in surprising obviousness my sexual tendencies.  Though of course I did not even know what sex was when I was

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young, much less what being sexually submissive meant.  It is only in retrospect that I am able to understand those feelings I remember having.  I have always been blessed with a fine memory.  I do not remember the first steps I took, but I do remember stumbling forwards towards the outstretched arms of my grandparents as they first witnessed my burgeoning mobility. Suffice it to say, I remember in full color detail some of my earliest sexual experiences.

            I was very young when my mother, father, and I moved to a small town in Minnesota.  I remember the first person I met and became friends with.  She was a petite girl 1 year younger than I named Anne Skeem.  Anne and I were introduced to each other my first Sunday in Minnesota at the church my parents had chosen to attend.  I’d heard, and even engaged in and been the target of, teasing remarks saying “so and so has a crush on so and so,” or the old classic “sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”  However I had never experienced a crush until I met Anne.  Starting at that moment I had a crush on Anne that lasted for years and years and has sustained even to this day, however I would no longer describe it as a crush.  We would play together at each other’s houses, though normally hers.  Like me Anne is an only child.  Her room was in the basement of her house and virtually the entire basement was her playroom.  Also her father was almost never around as his job took him out of town frequently and extendedly.  Her mother, who was normally home, often didn’t bother us one bit while we were playing in the seclusion of the basement, and play we did.

            I remember the first time Anne invited me into the bathroom with her when she had to urinate.  We were talking and instead of breaking off the conversation she invited me into the room with her.  I watched as she pulled down her pants and panties with cartoons on them, exposing all of her young self bellow her waist to me.  I watched as she sat down on the toilette and relieved then wiped herself.  I remember asking why she had to wipe even though she had only peed and she showed me how her urine could drip onto her vagina and get wet marks in her panties.  She asked “don’t you have to wipe when you pee?” She knew I didn’t, and I knew she knew.  She wanted me to pull down my pants and let her watch me pee.  I obliged, and demonstrated to her how I just shake the remaining drips of pee off the end of my penis.  We knew what we were doing was wrong though we didn’t know why.  Boys had the boys room and girls had the girls room and that was how it was supposed to be.  We knew we were different physically but we didn’t know why it mattered, only that the adults told us it mattered.  When we came out of that bathroom we were both blushing quite profusely, though it was not the last time we watched each other use the toilette.

            Another game we often played was a tickle game.  Basically we would just tickle each other until one gave up…I always gave up first.  Not that I couldn’t beat her in the tickle game, I just didn’t want to.  I was bigger than Anne, though I was always a rather scrawny child I was a year older than Anne and I was a boy.  Nonetheless I would always let her win.  We’d roll around on her large sofa and the floor and when we were done she would always sit victoriously on top of me while I lay prone on the ground.  Then she would force me to do things under the threat that she would start tickling me again.  I complied quite willingly but I of course made it seem as though I was afraid of those slender fingers poking my sides.  The things she made me do were mild but as I think back on them I realize just how sexual they were.  She would get her underwear out of her room and force me to wear it over my pants.  One time she even tried putting an old tutu she had on me.  It was a little too small and she struggled for several minutes, sitting on top of me pulling the tutu up to my waist all the while the part between my legs pushing against my penis making me erect.  She gave up and when my erection went down I remember saying to her “too bad you gave up, ‘cause I think they’d fit.”  She resumed her position and continued her efforts and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

            Another time after she had won our latest game of tickle she sat on top of me trying to think of what she wanted me to do this time.  I remember her looking at my face, no, not my face, my mouth.  “I know” she said and she bent over and took off her white cotton sock.  As she did it turned half inside out.  I remember seeing a small black thing on the inside of the sock, a piece of dirt, perhaps even a dead bug, who knew?  All I know is that if it were any other person’s foot that sock had come from I would have been thoroughly disgusted, but this sock came from Anne.  She flicked off the black thing as she moved the sock towards my face.  “Open up” she said, and I did.  She didn’t just place the sock in my mouth, no, she shoved it in as far and as hard and she could.  It tasted of fabric and salt and was still moist from the sweat of her foot.  If it were any other person’s foot that sock came from…but it wasn’t, it was from Anne’s foot, and I loved it.  There were other things she would do. Sometimes she would take the large brown cushions off of the sofa and tell me to lie down on my stomach.  Then she would place the cushions on top of me and sit down on them and placidly watch T.V. while I feigned discomfort and pretended that I couldn’t breathe properly.  The truth was, however, that there was no place I’d have been happier than underneath Anne, feeling her weight press over my whole body through those cushions, particularly how it pressed my pelvis into the floor.  I would adjust my penis so that it was taking a good amount of pressure from her weight and I would get an erection. 

When I entered 4th grade and she 3rd our friendship began to diminish.  I’m not sure if my crush on her made me too shy to be around her anymore but I suppose it’s a possibility.  I started to get new friends and as 3rdth grade were in two different buildings Anne and I started to drift apart.  When we got to middle school our friendship started picking up again.  We were good friends all through high school and still are, though we don’t see each other much as our respective colleges are a good 7-8 hours away from each other.  Anne still remains the pinnacle of my sexual ambition.  She was the beginning and remains my ultimate fantasy…maybe someday, someday. and 4

            These events helped to shape my whole sexuality.  Though I believe I must have been born submissive to women, Anne was my earliest outlet of that desire and indeed the earliest provocateur of sexual desire within me.  At the age of 13 when I first started masturbating, before my body could even produce semen (I had orgasms but what was released seemed to be nothing more than urine, I remember being surprised when it started turning white and getting sticky) I would always think of Anne.  The reoccurring fantasy was that she had me tied to a bed, on my back and totally naked.  She would then take off her panties and just start rubbing my penis with her hairless vagina.  Anne has always been at the forefront of my sexual desires ever since.  In almost all of my sexual fantasies where I am being submissive towards women Anne is my mistress.  Even my taste in women is strongly influenced by Anne.  I like “tom boys” with petite athletic bodies, small breasts, beautiful smiles, and big round screamingly seductive eyes.  These are characteristics that are obvious in Anne.  I don’t know if all those experiences in my youth with Anne were for the better or worse, but I do know that if enjoying them was wrong, then I was a bad little boy.

 

 

Now

            It was one week before I had to go back to college for what was to be my senior year.  I’d wasted away most of my summer playing video games, diddling around on the guitar, and spending time with the few old friends who remained in my home town.  Among them was my best friend from high school Tom.  Tom is something of a mechanic at an auto dealer where he works with a kid named Jeremy.  Tom is my age where Jeremy is one year younger, we all went to the same school but I never really knew Jeremy.  It was Monday night and Tom asked me if I wanted to come over to help him put a stereo in his car (which consisted of me playing fetch with his dog and talking to him while he did all the work as I know nothing of how it’s done.)  After he finished he asked if I wanted to go bowling with he, Jeremy, and Anne in about a half an hour.  I said that I did and went home to get some socks and money.  I didn’t know what Anne he was talking about until I got back and saw Anne Skeem sitting in the back seat of Jeremy’s jacked up new Chevy diesel.  “I didn’t know you were in town” I said as I made the leap to enter the back seat of the big truck.  “I just got in today, I have a doctors appointment tomorrow at 1:00” Anne replied.  It was nice seeing Anne, I hadn’t seen her probably since last summer.  She looked much the same as I remembered her; slim, small but beautiful breasts, perfectly shaped round ass, a pretty white toothed smile, and eyes that could melt the heart of the coldest man.

            We went bowling and afterwards went to Jeremy’s house to watch a movie.  I drove my car behind Jeremy in his truck as Tom had been drinking a good deal and would need a ride home.  About halfway through the movie Anne mentioned that she could really go for some French fries.  I kept it in mind and after the movie I said “Well I suppose I’ll head out now, you wanna’ come with me Anne?  I’ll stop by McDonalds.”  “Sure” she replied.  I woke up the now passed out Tom and the three of us got in my car and drove to McDonalds.  After getting some food I proceeded to drive my two friends home.  Tom and Anne only lived about 50ft from one another.  I dropped Tom off first and helped him into his house and then drove around the corner to drop off Anne.  I pulled into her driveway and stopped.  “What are you up to now?” she asked.  It was only 1:30am.  “Well I guess I’ll probably go home and play some video games or something, why?”  “I was just thinking” she replied.  “Thinking about what?” I asked.  “I noticed you looking at me all night” Anne said with a hint of seduction in her voice.  When I heard this my heart literally stopped beating.  ‘Was that a come on delivered to me from the girl I lust after more than anyone?’ I wondered to myself.  I had been looking at her all night, staring at her beauty when I didn’t think she would notice.  “Sorry, you’re just too sexy for me to resist” I said; I’m somewhat fond of overly cheesy lines.  I expected her to roll her eyes, smile, and say goodnight.  What she did say threw me for a bit of a loop.  “I know you can’t resist me, and you don’t want to.  Want to come in?  I feel like maybe watching another movie” she said and exited my car and walked into her house before I could even answer her.

            I was a little taken aback and perplexed by her unexpected reaction, I turned off the car and followed her into her house.  The house was devoid of other people; both of her parents were gone for the next few days she had mentioned earlier in the night, I hadn’t thought much of it then.  We went to the basement and she put in a movie.  It was all just how I remembered it from years past, it seemed as though nothing had changed.  It brought back some great memories.  Anne and I sat next to each other on the big brown sofa and her strange response back in the car had faded out of my mind.  About a half an hour into the movie I had managed to move ever so slowly across the sofa so as now I was sitting right next to Anne, our hips touching.  I put my arm back behind the sofa in a juvenile attempt to discreetly put my arm around her.  “Now just what are you trying to do?” she asked in a teasing voice.  “Oh nothing” I said with a sheepish and totally transparent grin.  “Oh I don’t think so buster” she said and poked me in the side right below the ribs (she remembered where I was vulnerable to tickling), I wretched over and started trying to poke her back.  She pushed me onto my back and kneeled over me, her left knee between my legs and ever so slightly pressing against my crotch.  That was enough to make my head spin.  I could feel the blood pumping into my penis and my efforts to hold her poking fingers at bay became meek and insignificant.  In a fit of passion I lost control and grabbed her by the waist, I wanted her and I’d just made a move that was perhaps a little over zealous.  I played it off and a counter to her tickling; I grabbed her more firmly and rolled us both off of the sofa and onto the floor where we resumed our struggling.  As always, I let her win and she sat now victoriously on my abdomen while I begged her to stop tickling me.  

            She straddled me, all of her weight resting on my belly.  She rocked back and forth a little while laughing at my submission to her.  “I noticed this has made you somewhat excited” she said in regards to my very erect penis.  I don’t exactly have a small penis so when it’s erect it’s hard to hide.  “What can I say, you excite me” another cheesy, lame response.  “So you want me to stop tickling you eh?” she asked.  “Yes” I lied “I’ll do anything you want me to” not a lie.  “Well I want to see this thing” she said and grasped my cock firmly through my trousers.  I was caught off guard and gasped in a short breath of air.  She stood “stand up and strip” she said.  I did as I was told.  It didn’t take long, I was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts with no underwear.  I let my clothes fall to the floor and Anne looked at my naked body.  “Now this just won’t do” she said.  “Go into the bathroom, there’s a razor and some shaving cream sitting on the sink, shave off all that stuff on your cock and balls.”  I thought that a strange command but I turned towards the bathroom and did as I was told.  As soon as I came out of the bathroom door I was struck by a cupped hand right in my crotch.  Anne grabbed my balls and squeezed tightly.  The pain struck me and my knees buckled slightly but I was even more surprised by what I saw.  Anne was wearing nothing but a black leather bra and a short black leather skirt that came only about 6 inches down her thighs.  “You’re mine tonight bitch” she said “on your knees” and she squeezed harder.  I’m not sure if I choose to go to my knees or if the pain in my testicles caused my knees to fold, either way I was where she wanted me.

            In her left hand she held a pair of shiny metal handcuffs; she walked behind me and cuffed my hands behind my back.  “Open up” she said and from behind she put a gag into my mouth and fastened the strap behind my head.  The gag stuck about 3 inches into my mount and was shaped like a penis.  Then she pushed my head forward and with my arms restrained behind my back my head hit what was thankfully a shaggily carpeted floor.  With one bare foot she stepped on the back of my head to hold me down.  “And now for the element of control” she said with a devious sounding giggle.  I felt her finger with something very slimy on it press against my rectum.  She was lubing up my ass.  I had never had anything put in my ass so I was a little worried at this point.  I started to say something in protest momentarily forgetting about the penis gag in my mouth so all that came out was a muffled “mfffm hmmmf.”  “You will speak only when I tell you to bitch” Anne said and put a good deal of weight onto the back of my head.  She probably doesn’t weigh very much more than 120lbs but that feels like a lot when it’s on your skull. 

Just then I felt something cold and hard press against my ass.  It felt like metal but I wasn’t sure.  It was big, and she was pressing it hard, but slowly into me.  The widest part of it entered me and it was in.  “This is an electronic butt plug” she said.  “Stand up so I can demonstrate it.”  She removed her foot from my head and I awkwardly stood with my arms still behind my back.  As I stood the walls of my anal passage squeezed onto the bug plug, I felt totally full in a way I cannot adequately describe.  “It has 10 settings; we’ll start with setting 4 and go from there.  This is what you will receive when you disobey me.”  She pressed a button on a small remote she was holding and my world was lit on fire.  I felt painful electricity shoot through my ass and all throughout my genital area and stomach.  I dropped to the floor and writhed in pain.  Even though it hurt it was also stimulating my prostate and my penis became rock hard in no time.

“Had enough bitch?” she mocked me.  I nodded my head frantically up and down and did my best to mumble “yes” through the gag which was now causing me to drool profusely.  She let the device go for a few more seconds.  Then she cranked it up, to what setting she didn’t tell me.  The sensation was so intense I could do nothing.  The muscles in my body flexed.  All of me went rigid and I almost came but she turned off the device with not more than a few seconds to spare.  I lay there in the fetal position at her feet just trying to regain my composure.  I could think clearly enough but my body didn’t want to comply.  When I finally managed to sit up Ann placed a collar around my neck.  With a leash attached to the collar she pulled me up onto my feet. 

“We still need to finish this movie” she said and she walked me over to where we’d been sitting when this all began.  The movie had continued to play all the while.  She positioned herself to sit on the sofa and stood me in front of her, facing her.  She put the leash between her legs and held it behind her back.  She sat down and as she did she sat on the leash and it pulled me down a bit.  “On your knees” she said.  I obliged and knelt before her.  I could now see that there was a small black thong underneath her leather skirt.  “Remove my underwear bitch” she commanded.  “You may use only your mouth.”  She removed my gag and I dove my face between her thighs and began the task of removing her panties.  “For every minute my panties stay on I turn the plug up one notch.”  After a minute of me trying to get a grip on her panties with my teeth (completely soaking her inner thighs with my saliva in the process) she turned the plug onto setting one.  This was not so much pain as a minor discomfort.  It caused a warm feeling in my anus and a tickling sensation throughout my genitals.  Luckily I managed to get her panties off without the plug being turned up any higher.  As soon as I had removed them she yanked on the leash forcing my face right into her pussy.

“Eat me, slowly and smoothly.”  She wrapped the leash around her arm and I could not move my face more than half an inch away from her vagina.  My world was encompassed by her crotch and I sunk my tongue as deeply as I could into her sweet, wet pussy.  For half an hour until the movie was done I sat there on me knees eating Ann.  My knees were throbbing, my back was tired, and my tongue felt like it was going to fall off.  I never even got her to come; she sat there placidly watching the movie the whole time.  Finally she allowed slack into the leash.  I leaned back on my haunches and breathed deep my first breath of fresh air in 30 minutes.  “Hmmmm, well done bitch” she said in a low satisfied voice.  She then replaced the gag in my mouth, there was really no need; my tongue was too tired to talk anyway.  She stood, straightened her skirt and I stood up next to her.  As soon as I’d gained my feet her knee came shooting up into my crotch.  She smashed my balls and I dropped like a sack of potatoes.  She had restrained herself, it was not an incredibly powerful shot.  It was enough to make me feel like I was going to throw up, a feeling not helped by the gag which teased the back of my throat.  “You will stand when I tell you to stand, is that understood?  Now stand up.”  I attempted to stand but my legs had not yet recovered.  I felt a surge of electricity pulse through my ass as she cranked on the plug.  “STAND!” she commanded and turned the plug up another notch.  “STAND BITCH!” and the plug was turned up again.  I finally managed to rise, not incredibly easy with my hands still cuffed behind my back and a pain in my stomach causing me to hunch over.  I stood in front of her, bending a little at the waist.  The plug made my legs feel like jello and my cock was fully erect.  “Stand up straight” she said.  I did, trying to ignore the feelings of pain (and pleasure) coursing through my body.  “Now stay standing straight or this plug gets turned up, it’s only at 3 right now.” 

Then she did something I had not expected.  She started kissing my neck.  She sucked hard and bit me lightly.  She started working her way down my nude body.  She kissed me all over my chest, sucking and biting on my nipples along the way.  It took all the strength I had to keep my back straight through her tormenting.  She kissed down past my chest and to my stomach at which point she was bent over enough that I could see her beautiful ass sticking out of her short skirt.  I wanted it so badly but I made sure I kept rock still.  She went to her knees and worked her lips lower and lower on my body until she had reached my raging hard penis.  She didn’t touch it, she merely blew onto it.  The feeling was amazing and I couldn’t help but bend slightly at my waist as a muffled moan of ecstasy left my mouth.  ‘Click’ and the plug was turned up one notch.  The hot feelings of electricity increased in my body.  I could feel it down my legs and into my stomach now.  I felt very ready to orgasm; as if she’d read my thoughts Anne said “don’t you dare come until I tell you that you may.”  I tried to clear my mind and subdue the feelings of oncoming orgasm building within me.  Then Anne took me into her mouth.  I thought it was hard to stand straight before, this made it almost impossible but I somehow managed to control myself.  Her moist, soft lips wrapped around the head of my penis and her tongue flicked over the hole.  She started to slowly and shallowly move her lips back and forth along my cock.  She made it incredibly moist with her saliva which only made her light pink lips feel smother and softer on my sensitive skin.  Then she lightly grabbed the back of my shaft with her hand and started to slowly pump it back and forth.  With her other hand she cupped my balls and I lost control.  “UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG” I screamed through the gag and my semen shot into her mouth and onto her face, from which it dripped onto her chest.  I had no idea that much semen could be stored in my testicles.  It just kept coming and coming, a solid 10 pumps in total.  It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, never prior, and never again.  

My orgasm was so powerful I collapsed in a heap on the floor.  My energy was gone and my body was weak.  “You are a very bad little boy” she said in an amazingly seductive voice as she delicately scraped some of my semen off her lip with her finger and held it to my face.  “Clean me” she said.  I opened my mouth and sucked my own come off of her smooth finger.  It was warm and tasted of salt and bitter.  “Clean all of me” she said and she sat cross legged on the floor in front of me.  She turned off the plug and I ever so slowly drug my limp body over to her.  I started on her beautiful chest.  Licking and sucking my come off of her soft skin, her beautiful little pink nipples.  I moved to her chin, then to her cheek and finished with the bit still left on her lips.  After I’d imbibed every drop of my semen she embraced my lips in a powerful kiss.  She pulled my tongue into her mouth and sucked it hard, I returned the favor.  She stood, I stayed sitting.  “At least you can learn, but I’m afraid you must be punished for coming without permission.”  She pulled me up by the leash and led me into her room; I looked at her bed and saw a series of ropes at the head and foot.  Her bed was the bottom of a bunk bed, the top bunk was empty but hanging from the side was a metal loop hooked to the frame.  She walked behind me and unlocked one side of the handcuffs.  She led me over to her bed and ran the unlocked handcuff through the metal loop and then relocked it onto my wrist.  My hands were fixed slightly above my head.  From behind me she then placed a blindfold over my eyes.  “Now for your punishment” she said, I prepared myself as best I could and waited for the reward I’d earned for disobeying my mistress.