I stand, and fall. I stand again in pure agony from the cock. My holes are shoved tight. He proceeds to gag me, then ties me up and tells me to take a step. I do, and fall over as extra pressure is put on the dildo. "Get up slut." He says "I am taking you to a slave convention. You will be the only female slut there. New torture items will be tested on you. This is exactly 1 month away. You will leave everything I have on you on, until I say. once a week, I will send a new dildo, and you will replace your current one with it. I will appear exactly five minutes after you get the dildo to rety you. If I find that the dildo is all the way in, I will tie it with the same amount of pressure as now. If it is not all the way in, I will tie it with more pressure." And with that, he leaves. So I continue on with my routine. It takes me about an hour to master walking, it still brings me great pain. After I master it, I get in my car and go to work. I have an office job, so I sit at my desk all day. When I am done, I tweak my nipples for 5 minutes, and walk to my car in agony.

"Shit!" I remember that I have to walk for an hour. "Maybe, this once I can not do it." I think. As I finish the thought, Master calls and quickly says, "Go on your walk." And so I do. In the end, I walk baclk to my car in pain. One man asks me if I am alright, I have to say yes. I get home and eat a quick dinner. Even though it is only 8:00, I go to bed. and so it happens, ffor one week. on sunday, a package arrives. I rip it open and unty my bonds. I rip out the dildo and shove in the new dildo. I didn't even look at its size, a massive 24 inches. I manage to get in 20. forgetting the punishment. I kneel by the door. I hear a bang. It is master, OUTSIDE! I had completely forgotten to unlock the door! I hurry and do so. He slams open the door, in pure fury. He bends me over and rips out my dildo. He opens his briefcase, filled with an assortment of travel items, and rips ut a 30 inch dildo, his biggest. He slams the hole thing in my pussy, I scream so loudly! He ties the bondage on and puls it so tight I collapse, putting even more pressure on it. He ties it with the amount of pressure there was as I collapsed and slams the door. I recieve a call, 10 minutes later. "Take a three hour walk from now on, twice a day. This cock wil stay in you for three weeks." I feel a strong buzz go on in my pussy, almost making me orgasm on the spot."Oh, and remember," He says with a chuckle,"No orgasms!"

Finally three weeks were over, my butt was sore fromm the 500 lashes I had gotten for my orgasm. He came over and put on my outfit, leaving the cocks in me. I was to wear a completely see through dress to the convention. He put me in tthe car and removed my butt plug, leaving a gaping hole until he slammed the new one in, 2 times bigger, he had a cloth in my mouth though, it kept me from screaming. My pussy was so sore, I sat in a position that put little presure on it."Sit straight slut." He said, and moved me to a position putting a lot of pressure on the cock.

We got to the convention. There were 3 male slaves there, and about 50 people. I was untied and given relief from the monster cock. I was tied so that all parts of my body were accesible. In an x shape. A women came up to me and kicked me in the pussy, she was wearing wide shoes, and the pain was horrible. I had a set of pool balls shoved up my pussy, which was taped closed as people came up and kicked me in the pussy. I then had another set shoved up my ass and people beat my whole body. I was released from the balls, and people startes putting gags in my mouth,and shoving dildos up my pussy and ass. Master whispered in my ear, "Remember, no orgasms!" I shook with the urge. At one time, I saw a huge spike shoved up my pussy and screamed. I thought I couldn't last, but after painful and pleasurable things were put in my body, I was let down. Master quickly put my outfit and dildo's back in, he must of been drunk, because he put the butt plug in my cunt, and the dildo in my ass! I felt like I was split apart, he started the vibrator up and put on the pressure ties on, they killed my ass, and we started home. He said in a slurred voice, "I'll take 'em off nextweek, cunt."

At that moment, I realized that there was nothing I could ever prefer, than being a slave to my master!

First story! Always looking for constructive criticism!

Thanks for reading!

Visuals of her naked body laid spread eagle and secured with silk scarves stirs his cock into expanding. Writhing and begging for what he intends on giving her. When he decides she deserves it.

The scent of her wafting in his nares only making his excitement intensifying with each stroke of her moist panties up and down his thick shaft. He leans back into the leather loveseat, letting his legs part as he relaxes into the fluffy cushions. His mind releases and lets the fantasy begin.

Picturing her below him, sheets wet between her legs from her pussy juices responding to his standing above her, cock in hand, slowly stroking it. Dominant voice almost commanding her to answer in her typical obedient tone and reply.

“You want me to let you taste this cock, don’t you my love?”

“Oh, Yes Master!” she exclaims excitedly.

“This baby sluts mouth is craving your cream filled cock!”

Shifting his six feet two inch frame above her body. Perfectly patterned hair and a happiness trail down his torso. Spreading his legs as he sits astride her hips, squeezing a few drops of precum onto the round mushroom cock head. Bending forward letting the drops fall onto her red luscious full bottom lip.

“You are not to taste that until you have my permission. Is that understood My Pet?"

She opens her mouth to speak, the drop of precum sweet on her wanting lip.

“Yes Sir, I won’t taste it with out awaiting your permission.”

"Good Girl."

Two words that seared her soul.

Straddling her upper body, he leans his massive size forward, and rubs the head of his cock, against her bottom lip, smearing his precum and leaving more than what he removed.

“You may lick my cock once baby slut, only once, so you better get the best taste you can.”

Moans through a pink tipped tongue spreading out flat against growing fat head, sugary sweet precum dances over taste buds. She savors the taste when she pulls her tongue back in her mouth and roams it over teeth and palate, flavor sensations being imprinted in her memory.

Her body arching up against his as he continues to ride her.

“You like to be my puppy slut don’t you my sweet whore?” A statement more than a question.

He shoves his cock deep into her wanton mouth. He pushes past her gag reflex, seeing the tears in her eyes as his broad girth stretches that tight throat hole of hers. Slippery precum lubricates his shaft making the push forward easier to adjust to.

She submissively takes his entirety, nuzzling her chin and nose against his pubic bone. The soft fur surrounding the base of his cock neatly trimmed but still tickling her face.

He explodes his semen in jets spraying her face, neck, cleavage and hair. He rubs the love seed into her skin, as if it was lotion. She smiles up at him.

He moves off of her body, and begins to walk around the bedroom, gathering items from dressers and nightstands. Wicked glimmers of dark thoughts as he contemplates what to do with her vulnerable young body.

He sets the items down on the edge of the bed. He then removes a blindfold and places it over her eyes.

He begins to pace back and forth, letting off steam, his deranged anxiety getting the best of him. Glancing quickly at his prize, his reward, what he worked and planned for months was finally in fruition.

She was His prisoner, His slave girl! Maniacal laughs out loud as he thinks to himself. She is Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

Without realizing it Micheal released his orgasm in the air, shooting over the back of the love seat and onto the carpeted floor. He stood up abruptly, cursing out loud, searching for a towel to wipe up his pent up release.

“Bitch!” He hisses it.

He uses a handi- wipe to pick up the cold cum on the carpet.

Another reason he is going to have his way with that hot body once he captures her. The plan has to be perfect in order for it to work. He still had some loose ends to tie up before initiating the sequence of events that will bring her home to him.

Ariele decided to walk to the store today, the sun was shining and it felt good on her bare skinned back. Her breasts bounced softly under the halter tops that she made last year with her daughters. She was thrilled they were still in style.

Her long silky hair was in braids, and she tossed them behind her as she walked down the street and into the alley to take the short cut to the Munchkin Market at the end of the street at the corner. She didn’t see or hear the van behind her until the screeching of brakes was upon her.

She felt herself being pulled backwards, an arm around her neck, one around her waist, her heart was beating erratically. She opened her mouth to scream, but was quickly ball gagged and silenced. She tried to kick and scratch, but her legs and arms were being tied and bound. They slipped a burlap bag over her head.

“If you fight me, you will only make this harder on yourself.” His menacing voice sent chills down her spine. She slid down the van wall after being tossed against it, she then heard the sliding door slam.

“Ok, we got her, let’s get out of here now. Boss is going to want her as soon as possible.” His voice was flat.

All he had on his mind was the bonus he would be receiving tonight for the special delivery. He had worked for Micheal for many years, but today, was the oddest request thus far. He would do anything for him, so he never questioned his actions.

Micheal sat at his desk and looked at his watch, knowing that if all went well today his package would be delivered soon. All the preparations from the past few months have been put to task.

Her room was ready, with all the necessities, including stocks, a cage and the wall has been adapted to her specific measurements. He smiled to himself, wondering how long it will take her to succumb to the role she was born to play.

His.

The van parked in front of the mansion. She was led into the library. Hands tied behind her back, feet bound with rope, gagged, mascara streaked down her face. Her difficulty walking became worse with each step.

An intoxicating fragrance stimulated her senses. He walked around her body, studying every inch of her. She could feel his heated gaze, sending flames through out her.

Why, she wondered, could any person under these circumstances have this effect on her body. Chuckles are heard, as if he was reading her mind.

“Are you afraid My Little Pet?”

Quivering whimpers are her only reply. She tries hard to displace the silk rope that is binding her wrists together.

He places his hands around her neck and removes the ball gag, then removes her blindfold.

“I am only going to do this if you promise not to yell. You won’t yell now will you my sweet treat?” Again, more of a statement rather than a question.

She shakes her head back and forth.

Relief washes over her face as the blindfold is removed and her eyes adjust to the lighting of the room. Her hands shake behind her as her nerves begin to let go, and the reality of the situation dawns on her.

 

She looks up at this handsome man who abducted her.

“My family will be looking for me, they will call the police.”

Arrogant tones, “I’ve already thought of everything my dear.” He holds up a tape recording of her new voice message on her answering machine.

“Hi, this is Ariele, I’m out and about for a week of fun and frolic, leave a message and I will get back to you. I’ll send you a postcard from Mexico.”

Defiant glares at him, stomping her foot pointlessly. “How did you do that? How dare you copy and record my voice!”

Blue eyes darken a shade, then fear creeps up her cheeks and spreads across her face as his looks go from tolerant to incensed.

Dark gray bordering on smoke filled looks glare at her as then he leans forward and almost hisses in her ear.

“I will do what ever I want to you, when ever I want to. Is that understood?” Emphasis on what and when.

Steps back and raises an arched brow at her when not hearing a comment or reply. A swift spank of his hand across her backside.

“Capice’?”

A stuttered reply from her lips. “Ya yes.”

Another hard smack across her globe shaped cheeks.

“Yes What?”

Confused looks at him, not knowing how he wants her to address him.

His eyes cold and uncaring.

“Sir, I want you to call me Sir.”

Dominating manner. “ And I won’t tell you again.” Emphasis on won’t.

“Sir, Yes Sir.” She says begrudgingly.

He realizes that training her will take some time; though, by the looks of her and the way she handles herself, getting to know her by watching her for the past few months. He knew that all of his patience will be greatly rewarded.

“One Sir per answer is enough.”

His arm raises over her delectable curves, but instead of spanking her again, he rubs his semi calloused hand in big circles, taking the sting out of her flesh.

She whimpers in response to his caring actions.

Her body begins to relax after feeling his soothing touches. Her eyes remain on him, feeling small next to his tall strong build, once again he leans in towards and whispers in her ear.

“It’s a dance, a tango of sorts, which we will learn together.”

He reaches out and places both of his hands on her hips. Leans into her petite frame; and, looks deeply into her eyes and says in a very erotic tone.

“My sweet peach, you and I will become very close.”

He looks intently upon her small five feet four inch frame before stepping back, once again undressing her with his penetrating gaze. His feelings for her contained.

A blush appears up and down her body, feeling heated by his lustful looks. Her eyes swollen from crying, streaks of tears still damp on her cheeks.

His hand sweeps the side of her cheek, wiping the tears off her face and then stroking a cheek with his thumb. He then speaks to her in calm even tones.

“I am not here to hurt you. You are here for training.” A pregnant pause,

“Training to be Mine.”

 

Part Two: Training

Ariele is dizzy under his lewd stares, she lets her breath out slowly, feeling the ground underneath her move slightly. Intake of hot breath, she almost trips leaning to far to the left.

He catches her in his strong embrace, and holds her body close to his for a few moments before lowering himself down and untying the leather straps that bind her ankles together. Demure sounds form a sentence.

“Thank you, Sir.”

His eyes light up momentarily giving his true feelings for her away, but she wasn’t paying attention to the wide eyed puppy dog looks.

“You‘re welcome.” Was his only reply.

He began circling around her body again, his riding crop drawing up between the crack of her butt, and around each nipple, causing them to become erect and wanting attention.

Unconsciously she has had a fantasy about being a love slave for years, but never had the guts to seek out a real experience. Some how what she thought would happen, and what was really about to happen were a very different scenario in her mind.

Every nerve on her body was responding to his every touch. Whether it be with his bare well manicured fingertips or the end of the black leather riding crop. Her body was igniting, with embers burning in her pussy, dripping on her white cotton panties.

Soft moans escape her lips. She looks at him desperately. “ Please, Sir, what ever you do, please don’t hurt me! I have children, I have family. I have friends that love me!”

Once again he leans in her lithe body, letting his nose take in her scent.

“Ariele, all of your friends are aware of this little journey that you and I are going to travel together. Starting now!”

His tones boom in her body, and before she knows what’s happening, his lips press firmly against hers. His mouth opening over her welcoming mouth, his tongue probing out, seeking the sweetness of her tongue. Suckling on it, both tongues swirl and dance together as moment pass.

Fires exchanging and igniting within his loins and hers, both of them feeling the spark of electricity between them. Flickers burning hotter now for both of them.

Not knowing that each of them are on the same page, the flirting begins.

She spreads her legs trying to balance her stance, having her arms still tied behind her, with pleading looks she asks him.

“Please Sir, I promise not to try and runaway, but can you please loosen or unbind my wrists?”

Ariele turns her body around, to let him see how red her wrists are getting. He almost screams and startles her.

“Sam!”

A man the size of a mountain comes bailing in the room.

“Yes Boss?”

“Why are her wrists red?” Angry looks at Sam. “Did I not specifically request she not be hurt?”

Micheal looks at his employee with a disappointed expression.

“Yes Boss, you did.”

“Then why is she hurting?”

“Get the ice, and a something to wrap up her wrists with. On second thought, bring me two ace bandages?”

Ariele was relieved when she heard him speak so concerned for her welfare.

Sam came back into the room, offered Micheal the crushed ice packs and two pink ace bandages as he had requested.

“You may be excused until further notice Sam, and I am very displeased by the way her wrists look. I am holding you accountable for them.”

“Yes, Boss Sir.”

Sam leaves the day room. Off to take care of his masters requests of the day.

Micheal takes Arieles’ hand and guides her to sit on a divan. He places both of her hands on his lap. She stares at him, taking him in. Wondering what kind of man is he, one that can be both a fierce kidnapper and a kind gentle man.

Her interests for him grew immediately as she watched him tend to her sore wrists. Just his warm touch and gentle massaging of tigers balm made them feel better.

His eyes meet hers while he wraps each wrist. Tenderly and patiently placing the ice over her small wrist, and then bandaging each one slowly, making sure it wasn’t wrapped too tightly. Following the instructions of how to wrap a limb on the back of the package.

She laid back against the divan, and then he looked at her, intent on reading her thoughts, and realizing that she was too comfortable, she needed to be taught still that he was the one in control.

He pulls her to a stand and takes her down several stairs and stone hallways, to a door that was locked tight when they stood in front of it.

“ This is the dungeon.”

“ This will be your new home.”

Shocked looks of disbelief standing outside the room, she had no idea that on the other side of the door was her dream room, with every thing she had ever desired.

He had gone to some lengths and spent an unmentionable amount of money making sure that every one of her sexual desires will be satiated in the next coming weeks.

“I am not afraid.” She states adamantly.

“No need to be, for you will be at peace once I have this door open.” He pried the key into the lock and turned it. The heavy door bolted open after the lock was released.

Inside is a queen size captains bed, the drawers under the mattress all filled with sexy lingerie from Victoria Secrets. All of her favorite dress up outfits being replaced, silk stockings galore, garter belts, corsets, heels, teddies, baby doll jammies, and a drawer full of sex toys.

Night stands on each side of the four poster captains bed. Huge posters, that with the right equipment can be used for hours and hours of teasing pleasure. Wicked grins as he thinks of what he will do to her. A swing hangs above the bed.

He takes her hand and leads her into the vast room. Lighting candles to shed light in the darkness. Inside was not at all what she had expected. Instead was this beautiful boudoir that was full of sensual gifts and erotic torture devices.

Her eyes lit up when she saw the hot tub in the corner. She turned her head to look at him, a smile creeping on his face quickly disappears when their eyes meet.

A narrowed glare at her, as he surveys her body in one long hungry state.

Realizing that he has waited long enough to get what he wants. He reaches for her wrists, removing the bandages and ice, inspecting them to make sure she can endure hours of bondage.

“I see your hands have recovered Little One.”

“Yes Sir, they feel much better. Thank you.”

He gently guides her to the wall. He removes her silk blouse, and unhooks the lace bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it into a hamper in the far left corner of the stone room.

Once her wrists were secured with fur lined leather straps attached to the wall. He unzipped her short black leather skirt, and slid it down over her hips, and down at her feet. He lifted one foot at a time to guide her out of the waist of her skirt. He then tossed the skirt in the same bin as her blouse. He knew he had picked out several outfits for her, that he had purchased at Katherines’ Boutiques, her favorite clothing shop.

Ariele stood there and listened to her inner voice arguing internally.

“I can’t believe you are letting this guy do this stuff to you. Are you freakin’ nuts?”

“I can’t believe how excited I get with butterflies and everything when he kisses me.”

Always the conundrum, ambivalent feelings.

The feeling was soothing to her skin at first as he secured her feet the same way as her wrists, with leather straps lined with fur.

He gently stroked up her legs, from ankles to thighs, to right between her legs at her wet sex. Looking up at her he asks her.

“Tell me about how you are going to make a nice little cock whore for me?”

The question vibrated in her loins, instead of being horribly insulted she was dangerously excited. She was beginning to entertain ideas of intimacy with this man.

“You will become my nasty little whore; and, I, I will become your Master.”

She moans out softly.

“Yes Sir, I want to be your willing little cock slut.”

The words came out before she realized what she just said. And strangely she wasn’t surprised. This attractive man was starting to turn her on.

Micheal reaches out and traces the swell of her breasts with his fingers after he rises from securing her ankles to the wall. He looks directly into her blue eyes.

“I will make you my cock whore, and you will learn to worship like a good little cock slut.” Then a pregnant pause.

“Do you understand this Ariele?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers lace in her hair, looking into your eyes, his breath hot over her parted mouth.

“You want to be my cock whore, don’t you My Sweet Pet?”

His fingers feel between her legs to the secret place that assures him what she is really feeling… Intensity.

She shakes her head back and forth quickly a few times.

He chuckles. “Your body betrays you Little One.”

A smile creeps up on his face, she notices the change in his eyes immediately and is thrilled to see a tender softer side to him albeit briefly. His fingers probe her wet slit, she closes her eyes and moans out.

He knows at that instant she is his, he has to prove it to her now.

Lustful looks at her, lengthy ravenous gazes, his crisp blue eyes penetrating her soul. She can almost hear his masculine tones reverberating in her soul.

“You are mine!”

Micheal knew he had to have her soon, but he didn’t want to give her cock until she begged for it first. He had to know she was his before he blessed her with his love and gift of Domination.

Slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling it off, setting it to the side, looking down into her wide eyes. Unbuttoning and unzipping his Calvin Kline jeans, slowly sliding them down off his hips and kicking them aside, he stood there dressed in black silk boxers, his hard cock evident under the fabric. His eyes never leaving hers, maintaining that piercing intent look.

He leans into her body, pressing his manhood against her thighs.

He hisses in her ear. “You have to ask for it little cock whore of mine.”

She shivers, his hot breath against her neck, the sounds of his words like a spark of flame spreading through her body igniting burning embers in her loins. Her breathless reply is but a whimper.

His fingers tweaked at each one of her taut pinkish nipples, tugging and twisting them between his forefinger and thumb. His left hand moved down her flat belly, over her mound, to her wet inviting slit.

Micheal stood inches from her, stroking his cock in his right hand, squeezing and pinching the head at the end of every stroke.

She could hear him pleasuring himself in front of her. This excited her greatly. More heat seared through her.

He rubbed his fat head against her moistness, twirling the mushroom around her clit in counter clockwise circles.

She sucks in a breath and almost purrs out.

“Cock Sir.”

Laughter is heard. A tug of her hair, pulling her head back, piercing stares into her bedroom blue eyes.

“You will have to do better than that.”

A hard slap is felt on the side of her thigh, burning red now.

“Cock Sir, I need your cock, please let me taste it. I need to have it in my mouth Sir.”

She surprised herself with the genuine whine. She wondered where this was coming from inside her.

He awakened a surreptitious passion in her.

For many years now she had fantasized about giving herself completely to a man.

She wondered if this man standing in front of her, stroking his sex, could he be the one?

Her daydreams stopped abruptly as she felt another smack against her ass cheek.

“Ouch! Hey! That hurt!” She glared at him.

He shut her up by pressing his mouth over hers, terminating her words. Broke the kiss to slap the side of her leg very hard, leaving a welt.

“Do not ever glare at me again,” a deep breath “ And do not ever show me defiance or attitude.”

A gentler tone. “Do you understand little one?”

A fingertip curls under her chin, lifting it closer to his face, his deep gaze pierces her. Glimpses of a smile, then a full mouth kiss, deep, forceful, intent on owning her.

His index finger and thumbs reach up to each brown pinkish nipple, rolling them around, as the kiss intensifies.

His broad hairy leg pressed between her legs, still bound and tied to the wall. He pinched her nipples hard, holding firmly onto them.

“I asked you a question!” Starting with a stern I, with emphasis on you, and then finishing in a softer tone.

Fearful looks up at him. “Yes Sir, I understand,” quivering voice in reply.

“Good girl.” He releases the grip on her taut nipples.

She breathes a sigh of relief, having with stood enough pain thus far.

 

Part Three: The Long Tease

The dungeon is cool this time of evening. The windows are opened to receive the inviting fragrance of jasmine which grows wild in bushes under the window boxes.

Just enough moonlight peers through the windows illuminating the shimmer of her body scantily clad in black lace garter belt and matching silk stockings.

Ariele lays blindfolded, spread eagle on the four poster bed, tied with silk scarves. Her breasts are bound with pretty purple silk rope, only enough to increase stimulation to them. Nipple clamps are applied and connected to a long light weight silver chain.

The chain is attached to a leash, which is held in Micheals tight grasp as he sits in the burgundy leather with his left leg crossed over his right knee. He is considering the list of things he plans on doing to her tonight.

Sensual teases with a long tipped red feather, massage with raspberry kiss kama sutra oil, probing her tight sweet asshole with anal beads, teasing her endlessly with a clit stimulator.

He wonders if she remembers the agreement they made years ago about making their fantasies becoming realities.

Micheal gets up off the claw foot winged back chair and sits on the edge of the bed. He loosens the silk scarves that secure her ankles.

He reaches for a long red tipped feather. He chuckles under his breath as he begins to stroke the silk stockings covering her legs, from feet to mid thigh. Taking his time, curling the tip in every contour and curve of her leg.

He smiles as he watches her body respond to him accordingly to his plan. Goose bumps appear on Ariele flesh, the red tipped feather tickling her skin soothingly.

Even though her wrists are bound and she is unable to move her hands, she still feels like she can touch him, with a word, with a movement, with a sigh or a moan. She knows their bond is growing.

His fingers touch lightly against her thigh as he flicks the garter strap releasing the stocking in both front and back of each leg. Then he rolls the silk stocking slowly down each leg, making a trail of kisses that follow from her thigh all the way down to her toes.

He kisses the top of each toe, suckling each one for a moment. He tosses the stockings on the floor next to the bed, he may decide to use them later when tying her up in another position.

He picks up the bottle of love oil that he purchased at her favorite adult store Erotic Boutique. It’s has been soaking in hot water for an hour or so now. He then opens it, holds the bottle to her nose, so she recognizes the familiar scent of fresh picked raspberries.

He pours the warm oil in the palm of his hand, rubbing them together before placing them both on her left foot. One at a time with a strong but tender touch, he massages her feet.

Ariele moaned out in pure pleasure. “Oh” and then, “ Oh, god that feels so good.” She purred the word good.

She thinks she died and went to heaven. His strong manly hands alleviating any tension she had about him with each tender massage to her feet. He can feel his warm hands permeating her smooth skin, over both her ankles and up the back of her athletic calves.

Deep resonating male tones. “You like this when I touch you My Pet?

“Oh Yes Sir, I do, very much so.” She replies to him sincerely.

Micheal continues to work his way past her ankles, finding the tender spots on each calf, then using both hand with each thigh, lifting her legs in his strong grasp and kneading her firm flesh.

She moans out softly as his hands continue to work their magic on her muscles.

He holds her feet to his face, and sucks her greater left toe into his mouth, nursing on it like it was a nipple feeding him sweet breast milk.

He methodically nurses and suckles on each one of her toes. The sweet taste of the kama sutra oil on his tongue. He licks his way up to the inside of her thigh.

His breath hot on her shaved mound, talking to her as if her hot cunt was her mouth.

“Now my sweet peach, you are going to moan and beg for me, yes My Cherished Pet?” His voice so smooth, so sexy, hearing those words made her instantly hot.

“Yes Sir,” pleading cries, “Sir, I need your hot mouth on my wanting cunt so badly, please I beg you to taste me Sir.” The words need and beg prominently expressed.

Instead of kissing her sweet cunt he pinched each nipple, knowing the blood supply to her sensitive dime size nipples is being cut off from the silk roping. He knew by her reaction that it was pleasurable. She whimpers.

He tugs on the leash that is attached to her nipple clamps. He moves to the other side of the captains bed and sits next to her. Picking up and holding above her hot dripping candle.

She feels something fall upon her clamped nipple. It was warm and soothing.

“More please Sir,” a whine more than a whimper this time.

He drizzles more drops onto both nipples. Leaving a red wax droplet trail from one pinkish tan erect nipple to the other. A few droplets on her peach size areolas.

The smell of black cherry wafts in the room mixing with the raspberry kiss scent. The scent of him, the scent of her perfume, mingling of the fresh fruit scents was erotically intoxicating for them both.

“You are such a good little candle slut, you will be rewarded for your obedience My Pet.”

His hand reaches down and fingers her slit, moist and ready for any intrusion. Two fingers thrusting in and out of her inviting cunt forcefully.

She moans out loud into the cool night air, the power of her breath swaying the candles, causing the flickers to dance.

He hisses at her. “You have to ask for it little cock whore!”

“Oh God, more, please give me cock Sir, I need your cock Sir.”

He laughs at her. “You will have to learn to do much better than that my sweet treat.”

He puts the candle away, and blows it out. He dips his fingers in the glass of ice water and retrieves an ice cube. He sets it on a nipple, holding it there for moments, and then moving to the next nipple. Alternating every two to three minutes. Her nipples become numb with in 5 minutes. Then he removes the nipples clamps.

He lowers his hot mouth onto a rigid cold nipple, and bites down on it, hard, then suckles it hungrily, receiving a nourishing drink. The heat of his mouth melts the cold numbness away leaving throbbing overly sensitive nipples.

She screams out in pleasure from the suckling, her let down reflex flowing in, her toes curling. She can feel the milk rushing into his desirous mouth.

He drinks his treat, his cock throbbing from the erotic nature of his thirst. He must stay in control though. He has to prove to her that she is His. He raises his head and looks at her thoughtfully.

“My Cock is what you crave, right my little cum slut?”

She replies with excited tones, hoping that soon she will get what her mind, body and soul crave most, his super thick man meat. Her mouth begins to drool.

“Oh yes Sir, your cock is what my mouth wants more than anything.”

He straddles her chest, pushing the bound tits together, sliding his rock hard cock in between the gateway to her ravenous mouth. His hands lace through her hair, grasping a handful of it.

“Suck it you little cock whore!”

His demanding tones shock her. He tugs on her hair roughly. Just a minute ago he was being so tender with his touches and gestures, and now his darker side is coming out. Should she fear him again?

Her mouth opens wide to take in the fat mushroom head, not much more than his head will fit in any woman’s mouth. He thinks to himself it is the curse of having a large dick.

Micheal pushes his large cock head deep into her mouth, approaching the opening of her throat. He can feel her tight throat muscles clamping down on his girth, as he pushes past her gag reflex. He lets her throat get used to his thickness by stopping and then moving forward. His hands caress her silky locks.

“That’s a good little cock sucker baby, keep going, keep taking my rock hard rod into your mouth.”

He knows that he needs to pull out soon or she will pass out from lack of oxygen.

He pulls out quickly, and watches as she takes in a huge breath of air. He removes her blindfold and wipes the tears from her eyes.

His mouth lowers over hers and he kisses her tenderly at first, then passionately, yanking her hair, jerking her head back, and placing a passionate kiss on her mouth.

He raises his head over her face, looks deep into her eyes. Then he sets his plump cock head against her bottom lip.

Smacking her lips with his cock. Fat purple head against red ruby lips. He wanted a camera to take a picture. He leans his body far to left and opened the drawer to the nightstand retrieving a digital camera. He places the head of his cock against her sultry lips, leaning back a bit to capture the perfect angle, making sure her fuck me eyes were centered properly. He clicks the snap shot button.

Ariele looked up at him with her best bedroom eyes and cover girl smiles. Feeling the heat of his man meat against her puffy just got fucked looked mouth, she moaned out to him. She opened her mouth wide just as she heard him click the picture.

“You’re going to be my cover girl slut now aren’t you Princess?”

Her pussy twitching at the thought of him taking pornographic pictures of her.

“Yes Sir, I will do anything that you ask.” She replies to him submissively.

Micheal walks around the bed snapping pictures of her at every angle. Close up shots of her wanton cunt and perky asshole will become screen savers for him later.

With her best fuck me looks at him Ariele whimpers and pleads. “ Sir, please Sir, please let me taste your cock. I desire your cock, I need it with all that I am Sir. ”

She wonders where this obedience is coming from with in her, and realizes that he makes her pussy sizzle, and she wants his cock and is willing to do what ever she needs to get it. Her mission to suck and fuck has begun.

He smirks at her, she wants cock, she will get it. He rings a bell, summoning in Sam, his trusted employee.

He unties her wrists, making sure that there is no damage done to her.

“Get on your hands and knees my little cock starved whore,” pauses “and await your destiny.”

She rubs her wrists, looking up at him intently, wondering what plans he has for her. Her pussy tingles in anticipation as she waits for his next instruction.

Part Four: For An Eternity

Sam walks into the dungeon, the cool night air hits his face. He doesn’t know why he is called down to see Micheal.

“Yes Boss?”

Micheal looks over at his prize, almost naked, hands and knees on the bed. He strokes her ass and her exposed cunt.

“Isn’t this the prettiest pussy you have ever seen?”

Embarrassed looks at him. “Uh, yes Boss.” His big thick dark dick twitches in his jeans as he watches Micheal petting her pretty playboy pussy. He looks at her hungrily.

“What are you are waiting for, I want you to fuck her. She is a greedy needy little cock slut, and I want to reward her for her good behavior.”

He runs his fingers through her silky hair petting her while he watches Sam disrobe. He never knew how big his dick was until now, he had his ideas, but the thick hard rod that stood at attention was a bit intimidating, even for him.

“You are going to show me what a good little fuck toy you are, aren’t you my cherished Pet?” then he asks, “You will take all the cock I give you, won’t you my sweet treat?”

Sam walks towards Ariele as she waits patiently on hands knees on the bed. The silk Japanese style roping still decorating her vivacious body. He holds his large hand over her ass, and looks up at Micheal for permission to continue. Micheal nods, and he caresses her soft round ass cheeks.

“Yes Sir, this hungry whore will take all the cock you give me.”

She turns her head to look at Sam, eyes widen when she catches a glimpse of his over large milk chocolate thick member. She gulps and swallows then turns her head to face Him.

He reads her mind, smiles tenderly at her. “You did just tell me you would be a good cock slut, yes?” Then in a sterner voice he asks. “You will honor your words, yes?” He tugs on her hair as he looks down at her.

Earnest looks up at him, “ Yes Sir, I will do as you say.”

He responds by caressing her cheek. Tender looks into her eyes.

Sam looks at her cleanly shaven pussy, wet from teasing, her butterfly lips are open as if to invite him for a taste.

He stands behind her and strokes his rock hard member with one hand as the other hand pets her pussy.

Ariele feels his large fingers groping her, surprised that she was so willing to let a stranger touch her that intimately. Her internal dialogue argues. I’m a slut, I can’t believe I am letting this man touch me this way.

Then the other side speaks to her. I’m a slut! Yes! I am a slut! I celebrate being His cock slut, His cock whore, His baby slut, His nasty slut, His cum slut, His fuck toy.

The thoughts made her cunt twitch and spread heat through out her. Her eyes dilate, her heart begins to beat faster as she begins to realize her destiny in this mans life.

She looks up at Micheal lovingly, happy that he has released this neediness with in her.

He looks down at her with knowing looks, then turns his attentions to Sam and his assignment to fuck his soon to be wife.

Sam slides the head of his cock up and down her moist glossy pink slit. Pops his cock head right into her tight little fuck hole.

Micheal continues to run his fingers through Arieles’ auburn hair, soothing tones as he watches Sams body movements, knowing he has penetrated her, and knowing the girth of his shaft might be too much for her to take.

“That’s a girl my sweet, take all the cock, relax that pussy of yours, concentrate on my voice, concentrate on me.”

“Yes Sir.” Was all she could say, she was doing her best to accommodate the massive penis that was invading her wanting cunt.

Sam pushed his big dark cock into Arieles’ tight soaked pussy, closing his eyes enjoying living a fantasy he has had for many months. He would never tell Micheal that he lusted over his fiancée. As he fucked her he thought how ecstatic he was to be Micheals employee and the perks that were included in the job.

Ariele screamed out as he forced his mass into her tight pussy. It was a pleasurable pain as he moved in and out of her. Her cunt responded, adapting to his thrusts, relaxing her pussy more and more with each thrust.

“Good girl, now I am going to reward you for your good behavior.”

Micheal continued to stroke silky strands of hair, then grabs a fistful of her, placing the plump mushroom head of his cock onto her bottom lip, sliding it back and forth across her full mouth.

Ariele moans out in pleasure, and with pleading eyes opens her wanton lips, needing to have her mouth stuffed full of his rock hard cock.

Reading her mind he says softly. “No, not yet my pet, you must wait until I feed it to you.”

Her eyes blink, the look on her face almost pained as she feels Sams cock driving deeper inside her, filling up her soaked tight cunt. He grunts and thrusts into her, ramming his thick rod in and out of her.

He hands Sam the black anal beads. “ You know what to do with these.”

Sam, wanting to please his boss and himself as well, takes them and presses the smallest one against Ariele tight puckered cherry asshole. Spitting on it to lubricate the ball so that it goes in smoothly.

He repeats these steps until every last anal bead is secure in her tight ass, he tugs at the end of the chain and releases the last one, only to press it firmly back into her fixed ass again.

Micheal knew this was the perfect time to give her what he knew she needed. He pressed his cock head into her mouth.

“Suck it my sweet princess.” His tones commanding.

Obediently she obeys, opening her mouth wider for him, suckling on him like a newborn baby, hungry for mothers milk. She looks at him with her fuck me eyes as he feeds her, pushing and forcing his cock down her throat stretching it wider.

Sam continues to hammer her honey sweet pussy, the scent of her sweetness wafting in the air. His huge balls smack against her clit, as his hips pound against wet cunt.

Micheal thrusts his hips against her face, holding her head steady, intense passionate looks down at her, force feeding her what he knows she craves. His cock throbbing in her tight throat, almost cutting off her oxygen supply.

He removes his prick from her mouth, long enough for her to catch her breath, only to shove it back in. Pounding her face like it was a pussy, needing to release his satisfaction, but holding onto it until she begs. He pulls out of her mouth.

“Give me cock, make me your dirty nasty slut, oh please Sir, please let me taste your hot cum, I need it so badly, my mouth yearns for your fulfillment!”

He hears her moans and cries for sustenance from him, and she knows with out a doubt this is the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

He thrusts his love meat down her throat and releases his passion into it. Removing it as he continues his orgasm and sprays her face with creamy hot cum.

“That’s a good little cum slut, drink all of my seed, keep your mouth wide open so I can feed what I know you hunger most for.”

Ariele felt him unload into her throat, the hot seedy semen spewed down it and she swallowed the cum greedily. She sucked his fat mushroom head as he pulled out, not wanting to let go.

Sam hears Micheals moan putting him over the edge, he grabs Arieles’ curvy hips and with one last arching thrust he rams his cock into her depths, releasing pulsating sperm into her tight slippery pussy.

He pulls the string of anal beads out of her ass, watching them pop out of her, releasing one at a time. He tosses the beads onto the bed.

Ariele moans out in unbridled passion, her body shaking from being fucked at both ends at once.

Her pussy and ass throb missing Sams gifts inside her.

The smell of sex and body heat fills the air.

Sam pulls his long limp dick out of her, rubbing the excess cum onto her ass in small circles with his plump purplish head. Smalls beads of sweat glistens at his brow, he wipes it off with the back of his hand. Arieles’ body was moist from perspiration, her ass arched in the air shimmering in the light.

Sam bends over to retrieve his dark denim jeans off the floor. He stands and begins to put them on.

Micheal walks over and pats him on the back, “Thanks Sam, I owe you one.”

“Wasn’t that the sweetest piece of ass you have ever had?”

"Yes Boss." Flustered, he doesn't know what else to say.

Sam, finished with gathering his personal belongings leaves the dungeon. Closing the door behind him.

Micheal turns and looks at Ariele, still on her hands and knees, her body glistening in the candle lit dungeon.

He walks over to her, lightly cups her chin his hand, holding his cock head to her lower lip, smearing her with a light gloss of cum.

“Did you enjoy that my sweet peach?” He asks her in tender tones.

“Oh Yes Sir!” The look in her eyes was all he needed to see.

“Good girl.”

Her pussy tingling immediately warming to those two little words.

He says to her with compassionate loving tones. “It pleases me to hear you say that kitten.”

He opens a jewelry box, and places the leather braided heart locked choker around her neck. “You are mine, born to serve me, created to compliment me in every way.”

Ariele fingers the necklace, knowing in her heart of hearts that she was destined to kneel at Micheals feet for an eternity.

Her smiles reflect the elation she feels knowing she is His.

Micheal picks her up, sweeps her into his arms and carries her upstairs into his bedroom. He lays her on the bed, and covers her with a black satin sheet.

He joins her on the bed, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, spooning her, the gentle sound of her slumber lulling him to sleep.

He closes his eyes and he goes over the days events. He hopes that he has fulfilled this fantasy for her the night before their wedding. The last thing he hears before going to sleep is her mumbling.

“I love you, thank you for fulfilling yet another one of my fantasies.”

Thwack!  "Never,"  Thwack!  "ever,"  Thwack!  "EVER!"  Thwack!  "touch me with your hands, without permission, slave!"

vomit felt his fingertips stinging, raging with pain, and fought back tears.

"On the floor.  Back against the toilet.  NOW!"

He dropped to hands and knees, and scurried across the bathroom to comply.  Mistress usually relieved herself after a bath, and the slave opened his mouth wide to receive her golden nectar.  He closed his eyes tight, not permitted to gaze at Mistress Black's smooth, muscular beauty.
 
"Close your mouth, slave!" she commanded.

He obeyed, and felt himself being showered with Mistress' pee, spraying all over his face, his shaved head, down his torso.  Dripping down his arms, his legs.  The scent of her piss made his cock want to rise, and he had to fight hard to keep it soft, even as his gasps for breath snuffled the droplets of her pee, noisily, into his nostrils.  His mouth tightened with the effort, of remaining soft... and quiet...  Suppressing the need to open his mouth, and feel the long, warm stream against his tongue, down his throat, warming his insides, soothing him...  All denied...  Denied, and dribbling down his chin and neck, onto the floor... cooling...

"Now," Mistress said, "Clean up this mess.  With your tongue, slave.  Every drop.  Lick it up -- but you're NOT allowed to swallow!"  She chuckled.  "Your punishment.  Spit EVERY drop into the toilet.  Then do your usual clean-up."  She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times.  "And wash yourself up.  You're disgusting!  You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!"

"Yes, Mistress," vomit answered.

"Did I say you could speak?"  Mistress raised her hand, ready to deliver a blow if the slave replied.  Wisely, he only shook his head.  Good.  She wasn't feeling kindly enough to the little slug to hurt her hand enough to punish him.

The slave leaned forward, and began licking Mistress Black's pee off the floor tiles.  Getting a mouthful, crawling over to the toilet, spitting.

Of course, since he was of no use for dressing her, Mistress had to put on her bathrobe herself.  He would suffer more for that... later...

She walked out the door, down the hall, to the living room.  Her easy chair was properly arranged, with a glass of Chablis and a small plate of grapes and cheese.  Mistress eased herself down into the chair, enjoying the soft embrace of the smooth leather surface.

"Would Mistress like this slave to brush out her hair?"

The voice came from behind Mistress Black.  Her new slave, Sheila.  The young auburn-haired woman didn't have a slave name, yet.  She had not yet shown Mistress, what she would find to be truly demeaning.

"You will kneel in front of me, before you dare speak to me, slave," Mistress replied.  "Bring the riding crop from the wall behind you."

In a moment, Sheila appeared before Mistress, in a tight French maid's uniform, made entirely of rubber.  The skirt was short, not quite long enough to cover her closely shaved pussy in front, nor her smooth, round buttocks in back.  She knelt in front of the chair, arms extended up and forward, holding the riding crop high and horizontal.

"Not quite level, slave," Mistress chided her.  "Which end should be higher?  THINK!  Correct it, NOW!"

Flustered, Sheila looked up at the riding crop, trying to figure which hand needed to be raised.

"Eyes DOWN!  Learn to do it by feel!" Mistress Black commanded.

Sheila looked at the rug beneath her, carefully imagining what her hands must look like.  Right side higher, she guessed... hoped...  She raised the left side, just a little.  And waited.  She could hear the clock over the mantle, counting off the seconds.  Tick, one...  Tick, two...  Had she gotten it right?

Suddenly, she felt the crop removed from her hands.

"Better..." Mistress began, "but not high enough."  Thwack!  She struck Sheila's left hand, the blow stinging against her knuckles.  "You will try harder, next time."

"Y--"  Sheila cut herself off before getting too far with her response of "Yes, Mistress."  She pressed her lips tightly together and nodded.

"Good girl," said Mistress.  "Now, straddle my right foot.  Push your pussy down onto it."  Sheila walked forward on her knees, and sank down onto Mistress' foot.  "That's right, get it deep up inside there."

Mistress gently stroked Sheila's left cheek with the riding crop, teasing her.  Then the right cheek, as she sank deeper onto Mistress' toes, wiggled her hips, then sank further, her own buttocks pressed against the backs of her high-heeled pumps.  Mistress wiggled her toes, and Sheila gasped, trying to hold her hips still.  Staring at the floor, struggling NOT to look at Mistress' strong, smooth thighs.  Mistress Black pushed her foot up... and down... up... and down...  Tears formed in Sheila's eyes, as she tried to suppress the need to squeal, to moan...  Up... and down...  Suddenly, she felt a pulling, a drawing, as Mistress removed her foot from Sheila's cunt.

"I need a foot massage, slave," Mistress said, still caressing Sheila's face, one side then the other, with the riding crop.  "With your tongue, and your fingers.  Down on the floor, NOW, and please your mistress!"

"Y--"  Ohhh, so hard to stop speaking!  Sheila dropped immediately, face to Mistress' wet foot, and began kneading her toes, squeezing, licking and kissing.  Tasting her own juices on Mistress' foot.

vomit appeared from the next room, smelling slightly of strawberry bubble bath, crawling across the floor and carrying a cell phone.  He stopped near Mistress' chair, still looking downward, and held the phone up to Mistress.

"Who is it?" Mistress demanded.  "Answer, slave."

"It is MzDominica, Mistress," vomit replied.  He still held the phone high, and Mistress Black could see from the display that the "mute" button was activated.  She took the phone from vomit, and he curled to the floor in a little ball, awaiting instructions.

A click of the button, and Mistress Black answered, pleasantly.  "Hello, MzDominica!  How are you?"

"I am fine, Mistress Black.  Thanks for asking.  You are well too?"

"Oh yes!  Just enjoying a quiet evening at home."  Sheila had completely cleaned all her juices off Mistress Black's right foot.  Mistress slapped the girl's buttock with the crop, and presented her left foot, wiggling her toes slightly.  She was pleased when Sheila crawled forward again, rose upward, and pushed her cunt down onto Mistress' left foot, eyes on the floor.

"Mmmmm... I'm sure it's a lot like MY quiet evenings at home," Dominica replied.  "I wanted to talk about the slaves you have been sending my way."

"Yes...?" Mistress Black replied.

"They have been very responsive!  And very helpful with the spring planting, and tending crops through the summer..."

"I'm glad to hear that!"

"Yes...  A session or two in your 'decompression chambers,' and they somehow find themselves taking a long drive up in the mountains, looking for a vacation for a week or two."  MzDominica chuckled.  "Of course, once they've been here a while, and I've got them thoroughly trained, I send them back out!  With more... complicated tasks to perform..."

"Then our agreement is working out!" Mistress Black concluded.

There was a brief silence at the other end of the phone.

"Mistress Black," Dominica continued.  "Since fall began, the number of new slaves has been dropping...  Are you experiencing some kind of a problem?"

"No..." Mistress Black replied, "no problems.  The relaxation chambers are working fine, and business is great, at all 800 of my franchises."

"Then why have the slaves stopped coming?" Dominica asked.

Mistress Black pulled her left foot out of Sheila's pussy, and gently tapped the back of her head with the riding crop.  The girl knelt down on all fours and began kneading and sucking Mistress' left foot.

"I'm surprised to hear that," Mistress Black said, flatly.  "I'll have to check into it."

Another pause at the other end.

"Please do," MzDominica continued.  "I have a large harvest that needs to be gotten in!"

"Certainly, MzDominica," Mistress Black said.  "I'm glad you brought this to my attention.  Mmmmm... I need to hang up now, something's come up."

"Of course," said MzDominica.  "I'll talk to you later."

Mistress Black pressed the button to disconnect, and tapped the cell phone on the top of vomit's bald head.  He reached up and took the phone.  Mistress then returned her attentions to the panting maid in front of her.  She laughed, quietly.

A thousand miles away, MzDominica pressed a button on her phone.  She looked at her accountant, who knelt at her feet, also awaiting orders.  "Find out what's going on," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," the slave replied.  He crawled out of Dominica's office, through the tiny slave door.  Once inside his own office, he stood up, picked up his own phone, and dialed a number.  "This is 27.  You must obey Dominica.  Execute protocol 77."

"I must obey Dominica," came the voice from the other end.  "It will be done."

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More to come, later!

More stories by jessicablank and MzDominica's other slaves can be found at
http://www.mzdominica.com/blog/
and on Her group at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MzDominica/

Well, as things would have it Regina moved up the seniority pole fastly by becoming a supervisor.  She was placed in a different area from Danny and he didn't get to see her that often.  After about three months Danny was working in the area right next to the machines Regina was supervising.  Danny noticed her talking with another supervisor at about thirty yards in front of him.  She moved a bit and her top portion was covered up by the machine she was leaning against.  From the waist down was all Danny could see.  For the first time he noticed that she had a really prominent looking plump crotch on her.  The definite outlines of her extended mound was plain to see.    He then concluded that after three kids this was expected.  Staring at her mid-section in a day dream, Danny didn't realize that he was staring a little too hard and Regina in her intelligence quickly saw where he was looking.  She approached him smiling real big and asked him "Why don't you come work on this machine with me?  I'll make sure you get plenty of work to keep you busy."  He didn't have a chance to answer because Regina was called back to her machine. 

About five or six hours later toward the end of his shift Danny saw Regina walking towards him again.  He couldn't help but take a quick glance down at her puffy pussy poking out, and of course she caught him but held the smile back through her tough discipline.  "I'm gonna need you to go to the other side of the factory Danny and gather five boxes of paper for the printer."   So Danny took off to the far corner of the factory in a little remote area behind a bunch of stacked pallets.  There was an old office there that had now been turned into a storage room.  He entered the room and zig-zagged his way through the borders and wood to the stacked boxes of printer paper.  He heard the door close behind him and turned to see Regina with a shit eating grin before him.  She let her hand graze over her pussy mound to signal what she wanted.

Danny backed himself up into a corner as she sexily swayed towards him.  "Show me how much you want it.  You've been staring at it all day," Regina said in a low but forcefull voice.  Standing before his five foot ten stature Regina looked short at five foot four but made it up with the way she carried herself.  Danny dropped to his knees and Regina swiftly had her female privates right in his face.  "Kiss it all over like a good submissive boy," she sexually teased and grabbed his skull forcing it into her meaty crotch.  Danny pulled at each of her plump pussy lips with his mouth causing her to get excited.  "I want to see you jack that meat while I lower my jeans," Regina growled and then began stripping from the waist down after kicking off her loafers.

After he had his hard dick out and his jeans around his ankles Regina threw him a curve after unbuttoning and unzipping she stopped before lowering her jeans.  "Kiss my feet slave," she ordered at which he promptly got on.  "You always knew I was a dominatrix at heart," she moaned and then added "and I always knew you wanted me to dominate you."  Sucking her toes now with earnest Regina then commanded Danny "Now pull my jeans down but not my panties."  He admired her white cotton lace panties with a sexy looking bulge poking out.  "Now remove my panties and keep jerking off."  He did so to reveal a sandy blond pussy with more brown hair mixed in with the dirty blond pubes.   "Take a good look at my cunt worm, your gonna be up to your ears in it in a second."  Regina then mashed Danny's mouth over her chubby pussy and began rotating her hips in wide circles to his lapping efforts.  "Eat my hot pussy good boy...yeah...just like that."  For twenty minutes or so they kept at it until Regina's dam broke and she flood his mouth and face with her tangy pussy juices, just as Danny shot his load across the factory floor.  Unknown to both of them bull-dyke Lou watched it all off in a corner

        When she finally climbed out of bed she stripped down and stood in front of the mirror admiring her body.  It was almost an everyday ritual for her.  She would stand there and push and pull her boobs together and apart, pinch them, rub them and anything else that she might think of.  Next she would run her hands down over the rest of her body making sure to touch every inch of it.  She was pretty much in love with herself.

        Once she was finished, she would get dressed and then make herself some breakfast.  Most of the time it was two eggs, two pieces of bacon with a slice of toast and some milk or orange juice.  Today she decided to just have a bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jelly along with some cranberry juice.

        Once she was finished with breakfast she would go outside so she could take her usual morning walk.  Everyone she knew didn’t understand why she took those walks in the morning because it didn’t help her one damned bit even though she said it was helping her loose weight.

        Michelle finally arrived back at her house about 30 minutes later and noticed that someone was moving in next to her.  She just had to know who it was so she headed straight over there.  Once she arrived at the new neighbors’ driveway she spotted Derek coming outside from carrying some boxes in.

        Michelle started getting wet just from the site of him.  She couldn’t believe that someone like this was moving in next to her.  That right there began to give her all kinds of ideas.

        Derek wasn’t expecting to find someone outside his house waiting for him but he was actually glad that he did.  When he saw Michelle standing there he was already thinking about how he was going to get her in his bed after he had his fun with her. 

        Derek was 29 yrs old, 6’ 2’, 195 lbs, brown curly hair, blue eyes and a body that was damned muscular; he could get any girl he wanted, even if he didn’t want them.  The one thing about Derek that nobody ever figured out was that he could read people very easily. 

        Michelle walked up to him and introduced herself.  “Hi.”  Michelle said with a huge smile on her face.  “I’m Michelle.  I live in the house next to you.”  She extended her hand out to Derek who immediately took a hold of it with his.

         “Hello, I’m Derek.  Well as you can see I’m just starting to move in over here.”  He kept looking over her whole body.  He could already see that she was one of those girls who thought she was better than every other girl around.  That right there he didn’t like.  He knew right away that he was going to have to change that in her.

        “Well I hope you like it here.  It’s a really nice neighborhood to live in.  You just have to watch out for some of the people around here.”  Michelle said to Derek while looking all around her as if someone might hear what she was saying.

        Derek thought to him self.  “Yeah I would say that one of them is standing right here in front of me.”  She might be able to fool other people but she sure as hell wasn’t going to fool him.

        “Well I guess I’ll have to keep an eye out for them.  Well I better get back to unloading the rest of the truck.  If you’re not busy tomorrow maybe you can come over and have dinner with me.

        Michelle wasn’t surprised that he was already inviting her over for dinner tomorrow night.  She was completely certain that it would happen.  She didn’t know that he had more in store for her than just dinner and maybe some sex.  Oh hell no.  There was definitely going to be more.  He just had to wait and see how long it would take to control her. 

        Once she was back at her house she got ready to go to work for the next 10 hrs.  The whole time she would be wondering what tomorrow night was going to be like.

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        The next day Derek had everything in its place in his new house.  He had thought about yesterday when Michelle came over.  Apparently she never noticed that for the last week Derek has been over there getting some changes made to some of the house.  One of the things he changed was one of the bedrooms which he painted completely black and red.  The carpet that was in there was replaced with a deep plush red carpet.  The window’s he covered with red curtains that where then covered with black lace panels.  In the center of the room he set up a 4 post bed.  This wasn’t your usual 4 post bed.  This one had connectors fastened to each post.  Each connector was about a foot apart from the next one.  There were 4 to each post.  When he made the bed he put red satin sheets with black satin pillow cases. 

       Over along the opposite wall from the bed was a tall cabinet.  On the top part were 2 doors that swung out away from each other.  Inside those doors were his tools for pleasure and pain. 

       On the right and left side of the cabinet hung razor straps, a split leather slapper, crops, canes and ticklers.

       On the very back wall of the cabinet hung an assortment of wrist and ankle restraints, collars and other assorted items.

       Sitting in the center of the upper part of the cabinet Derek had a small metal box that he kept an assortment of nipple clamps in ranging from a set of Japanese nipple clamps that would tighten the more you moved around or pulled on the chain, to spiked, weighted and vibrating ones that you could adjust the speed of them.

        In the one drawer he kept an assortment of erotic leather clothing for the one being punished.   Then in the other drawer were the masks, hoods and other assorted leather garments that he might decide to wear if he chose to. 

        Finally, the room was just the way he wanted it.

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        At 6 pm Michelle headed over to Derek’s house.  She wasn’t exactly sure of what to expect over there.  She could already smell the aroma of the food that he was cooking and which assured her that dinner was going to be really good.  She arrived at the door and rang the bell.

        When Derek opened the door he was amazed at how beautiful she was.  He almost forgot his plans for that night. 

        Michelle was wearing a light blue dress that wasn’t cut very low but with the size of her breast’s it seemed lower than it really was.  The dress was just long enough to come too just above her knees so it left her calves completely exposed.

Finally he snapped out of the trance she seemed to be putting him under and went back to how that night was going to be.  He immediately knew he was going to enjoy this evening.

        Derek welcomed her inside.  “Come in Michelle.  Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.  If you want, you can have a seat her in the living room.  I hope you don’t mind but I took the liberty of just going ahead and making dinner without asking you exactly what you like.”

        “Oh that’s just fine Derek.  From what I could smell from outside it smells delicious.  There really isn’t a lot of food that I don’t like so I’m sure I will love what you made.”

        “That’s good to hear.  By the way, you look really beautiful tonight.”  Derek said while looking at her breasts and imagining the things he could and would do to them.

        Michelle actually felt herself blush but she knew that with the make-up she was wearing there was no way Derek would be able to notice.  “Well thank you Derek.  You’re just too sweet.”  Michelle gave him the look that she would give men. It always seemed to make them forget what they were doing.  She could see it was having some affect on him.     

        Derek could feel himself getting pulled into her trance and almost had to slap himself.  “Damn. I’m the one who is supposed to be controlling her.  Not her controlling me.  Derek started looking Michelle completely over this time instead of just her breasts.  Just the thought of what he was going to do to her tonight was getting him aroused.    He had to excuse himself for a few minutes so his cock would go back down.  If it would have gotten any harder he would have been in the bathroom or his bedroom stroking furiously.

        When Derek came back into the living room he announced that dinner was ready and offered her his arm and then escorted her to the table where everything was already served on the plates and the wine had already been poured in lead crystal glasses.

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        Once dinner was over and everything washed and put away they went and sat in the living room on the couch.  Michelle noticed a slight change in the way Derek was acting.  She noticed that he was starting to get a little more forceful in what he was saying to her.  Like instead of asking her if she wanted more wine he would just tell her to drink some more.  After several glasses of it she was starting to feel light headed.

        Derek noticed how the wine was starting to affect her and started to move forward with his plan.  He reached over and pulled her towards him.  His mouth just inches away from hers.  He could see that he startled her by the look on her face but she never attempted to pull away from him.  It was very apparent that she wanted to fuck with him but before any of that would ever happen she was going to have to be a good slave and do what she was told.

        Derek stood up from the couch and commanded her to stay where she was.  He was only half way to the hall that led to his special room when he heard her get up off the couch.  Derek turned around towards her.  “I see you will need to be trained.  Your definitely not one for doing as your told.”

        “You don’t tell me what to do.”  Michelle told him. While having some trouble standing because of all the wine she drank.

        Derek turned away and headed down the hall to the room.  When he returned he had a black leather collar, with red hearts inlayed down the center and lined with red suede.  On the front of it was a 2” O-ring for attaching a leash and the on the back was a silver pad lock.  Derek removed the lock and threw the collar to Michelle and ordered her to put it on.

        Michelle stood there in shock.  She couldn’t believe that he wanted her to wear this thing.  She threw the collar over on the couch.  “Hell no, I’m not putting that damned thing on.  The only thing that I am going to do is go home.”  With that said Michelle started to head for the door.  Before she had even took three steps she felt a sharp sting across her ass.  She let out a scream from the pain and spun around.  Just two feet from her was Derek.  In his hand was a 24” flogger.  It was black and tan with 20 leather falls hanging from the handle.  She never saw it in his hand when he returned to the living room.  She figured he must have been hiding it behind his back.

        “Now are you going to be a good girl or do I have to flog your ass again?”  Derek said while holding the flogger in both hands and pulling the leather flogs tight.  “You seem to want to be a bad girl.  I guess if that’s how you want to be then I guess you will have to be punished.”  Derek started to head for her with his arm cocked back. 

       “Ok! Ok!”  Michelle almost screamed at him.  This was really starting to scare the shit out of her.  “She started heading for the couch.  When she got there she picked up the collar, in trembling hands and put it around her neck and fastened it.  “There are you happy now.” She said in an angry tone.

        “Silence slave.  You don’t speak unless I say so and you most certainly don’t speak to me in that tone of voice.  Now turn around.”

        Michelle did as she was told.  Once her back was facing Derek she felt him roughly push her hair out of the way and attach the lock.

        “Now turn back around.” 

        Michelle started to say something but decided that maybe she should just be quiet. 

        “Lift your head up.”  When Michelle lifted her head up Derek attached an 18” leash to the collar and started to lead her towards the room.

        Michelle started to pull away when Derek headed down the hall, pulling her right behind him.  Without any warning she saw Derek turn around and then felt the leather straps across her thigh.  She could feel the whelps already starting to rise up on her skin.  Finally she quit pulling and followed Derek to wherever he was taking her.

        When Derek got to the door he pushed it open.  “Get in there and don’t waste any time.”

        Michelle almost ran in the room just to make sure she wouldn’t get hit with that thing again.  Once she was in there she froze in fear of what she was looking at.  It was hard for her to believe that this man was into this kind of stuff.

        Once in the room Derek locked the door so she would have no escape.  He then headed over to the cabinet, pulling Michelle roughly behind him. Once over there he opened up one of the drawers to find something that he thought would look good on her.  He pulled out a Black Swirl Corsette Harness, Fishnet Stockings, a black pair of 4” high heeled shoes that he was almost certain would fit her and a pair of Crotchless Leather Thong underwear.  He threw them to her and told her to change into them.

        You can change right over there in that bathroom but you can’t close the door.  I will be standing right outside.  I suggest you hurry.  You only have about 5 minutes.  For every minute longer you will be punished.  Now go and do as I say.”

        Michelle started to head for the bathroom when she was suddenly pulled back hard which actually hurt her neck a little.

        “Slave, what do you say after I tell you to do something?”

        “Yes sir.”  Michelle said to Derek.

        “No.  You say yes Master.  That is what you say.  Now come over here.”

        “Yes Master.”  Michelle walked over to him.  She felt his hand under her chin and push her head up a little so he could undo the leash.

        “Now you can go change.  That should make it a little easier for you, now get moving.”

        “Yes Master.  I will go and change for you.”

        “Good girl.  You’re starting to learn.”

        Once Michelle was in the bathroom Derek started to pull his clothes off and put on a leather jock strap with a red stripe down along the crotch that could be easily removed to reveal a slit for easy access to his cock and a Guillotine Hood to add the perfect affect of adding a little mystery and fear to all of this.  He knew that when she came out of there and saw him dressed like this it would add just enough terror in her eyes to make him happy.

        When Michelle walked out of the bathroom she had her arms covering her breasts.  She was feeling really ashamed of the way she was dresses and was worried about what Derek had planned for her.  Once she noticed him standing there wearing the black leather thong and the hood, she almost ran back in the bathroom but she didn’t want him getting upset with her and beating her with that thing anymore.  She wasn’t sure how long she was in the bathroom changing but she was certain it was longer than he wanted.

        “I see you’re finally finished.  Now get over here in front of me.”

        Michelle did as she was told.  As soon as she had walked over to Derek, he commanded her to hold out both arms in front of her.  When she did that he attached wrist restraints to both wrists and then ankle restraints to her ankles.  She noticed that all the restraints had the same design of red heart inlays on the collar.

        “Now get over there and stand at the foot of the bed.”  Derek commanded. 

        “Yes Master.”  Michelle was shaking all over.

        Derek came over to the bed and lifted her arms up and connected the restraints to the top of the two posts and then her ankles at the bottom.

        “Why are you doing this to me?”  Michelle asked and then she remembered what she didn’t say.  She knew what was coming next.

        Derek already had the flogger in his hand.

        “CRACK!!!!” 

        That one was right across her bare ass.  Derek reached out with one hand and ran his fingers across the whelps that the strips of leather made on her skin.

        “I see that you have already forgotten you manners wench.  What a shame.  Derek went back over to the cabinet and pulled out a little box.  He carried it over to the bed and set it down.  Slowly he opened it to reveille several sets of nipple clips.

        When Michelle saw what was in there she remembered one of her friends telling her that her boyfriend put some of them on her and that the damned things hurt.  “Master I’m sorry.  Please Master I won’t do it again.  I will be a good wench for you and do as I am told.”  She was begging.  That was something she has never done in her life.

        “It’s a little late for that now slave.”  Derek pulled out a set and clamped them to both of her nipples. 

        They didn’t hurt at first but them she realized that there were adjusters on them so he could make them tighter or loosen them up.  Apparently they were loose because when he started turning the little knob on them she could feel the pain start to go through her.

        Michelle almost screamed but stopped herself.  She stood there hoping that the pain would go away.  Then she noticed that he reached back in the box and pulled out one more nipple clip.  She started to wonder what the hell he was going to do with that one.  She watched as he tightened it a little and then clipped it to his tongue to check how tight it was going to be.

        “That will work nicely.  He said to her.  Next he started to reach between her spread legs and started to rub her clit.  He discovered that she was already wet and her clit was sticking out nicely.  “I see you must like this.  What a naughty girl you are.”  He said to her.  Then he reached towards her clit and attached the clamp.  She could already feel it vibrating.

        Michelle fought from trying to pull away so she stood as still as she could.  Yes she was wet.  She didn’t understand why.  This is something she thought was totally weird and never looked as if it was something she would be interested in trying.  All of a sudden she felt the clip that he just attached to her clit start to vibrate.  Michelle let out a moan that felt like it came from the bottom of her toes.

        “Oh I see you like that too.  What am I going to do with you? I know exactly what you need.”  Derek walked back over to the cabinet and pulled out a paddle made of solid wood.  “Looks like you cute little ass just isn’t red enough.”

        Michelle looked over her shoulder to see what he was planning to do.  She didn’t like what she saw.  She watched as Derek walked back over to her and started to rub the paddle across her already sore, bare ass.  The wood was cold against her skin, which made her shiver.  Then she felt the first strike of the wood against her ass with two more just seconds apart.

     SMACK!!   SMACK!!   SMACK!!      

        Derek gave her three good swats with the paddle.  He was completely enjoying how her ass would jiggle every time the paddle would come in contact with her skin.  With every swat of the paddle his cock wound get a little harder.  He could hear her try and muffle her cry’s from each of the swats, but he was also hearing little moans escape from her lips after every cry.

        Derek moved directly behind her.  He took the paddle and leaned it over to the side of the bed and then placed both of his hands on her red and extremely soar ass.  He could feel every raised welt from the flogging that he had given her.  With every movement of his hands he would hear Michelle start to whimper.  He knew right away that he was a little rougher than he should have been but that was okay though.  After a day or so the pain wouldn’t be so bad.  The one problem that she was going to have, was trying to sit down for the next day or so.  That actually put a smile on his face.  It would be a good reminder of the way she didn’t listen.  He really didn’t mean to make it hurt as much as it did but sometimes he would just get completely lost in all the fun he was having.

        Michelle was really confused.  She was in pain but she was actually starting to enjoy it.  To her that didn’t make any sense.  She had read about this kind of thing but never thought it would happen to her.  She could feel something start to run down the inside of her legs.  First she thought that maybe he had beat her so bad that she was bleeding but when she looked down she realized what it was.  She actually had an orgasm and didn’t realize it had happened.

        Derek looked down and noticed what had happened.  He’s never done this with a woman that would have an orgasm that soon on the first time.  He figured she was really starting to get into it.

        “Ah I see my little slave is starting to really enjoy this.  Does my little slave want her Master to do anything for her? If you asked nicely I just might do it.”

        Michelle really needed to have his cock in her.  She knew she had cum already but she was still so wet that the only way to take care of that was for him to fuck her hard.

        “Master, my pussy is so wet.  Would you please fuck my pussy?  It really needs it.  I promise to be a good girl and do as I am told.”

        “How bad do you want me to fuck your pussy my horny little slave?”

        “Please Master I need to feel you inside me.  Fuck me like the little slave bitch I am.  I know your hard cock would feel so good inside me.”  Michelle would have been on her knees begging if she wasn’t chained to the bed posts like she is.

        “No.  I will not fuck you.  I don’t think you have been good enough to deserve the feeling of my cock inside your pussy.  This is what you will do to receive what you’re begging for.  You will go to work with this in your pussy.”

        “What is that Master?” Michelle asked, hoping she hadn’t spoken when she wasn’t supposed too.

        “This is a vibrating egg.  It’s one of the newest ones on the market.  I hook it to my laptop and program it to start vibrating for how long, how intense and for when I want it too.  The best part is that you will never know when it will start until its too late.”

        Michelle wasn’t sure about this idea.  She didn’t need that thing shoved up inside her and then it starts vibrating in the middle of the office or in a meeting. 

        “Hell I can just take it out and then put it back in before I get home.  Derek, or should I say my Master will never know.”  She thought to herself.

        “Tonight you will go home and then come back here in the morning at 6:30.  I will have everything programmed for tomorrow.  Do you understand?”

        “Yes Master.  I’m your slave to have and do with as you please.”  Michelle was starting to enjoy this even more but she wasn’t exactly pleased about doing what someone told her to do.

        “If you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, then maybe I won’t have to punish you again.”

        Derek finally started unlocking the restraints on her wrists and ankles.  He watched as she rubbed her wrists were the restraints had been.  He could see the outline from them on her skin.  “Now go change into your clothes you wore over here.”

        Once free, Michelle walked back into the bathroom to get her clothes and put them back on.  She started to take off the crotchless leather thong when she heard Derek tell her to leave them on.

        “They are not to come off.  You will wear them home tonight and sleep in them.  When you come back tomorrow I will have a different pair for you to wear to work.  If your wondering if they will be crotchless like these, the answer is no.  I want to make sure that your new toy won’t be able to come out until you come back over here tomorrow.  The only thing you can remove is the three nipple clips and the coresette.  Tomorrow you will wear the fishnet stocking to work along with the shoes so just wear them home tonight and then wear them back in the morning.  The only think you can remove tonight are the shoes.  Do you completely understand?  If I think you removed anything else, anytime tonight, I will give you 5 lashes tomorrow.  Do I make my self clear slave?”

        “Yes master you are perfectly clear.  I promise that I will not remove anything anytime tonight except for the shoes.”

        “Now finish getting dressed so you can go back to your place.”

        Once Michelle had left his house Derek started getting the egg ready for tomorrow.  He sat there smiling because he already knew what it was going to be like for while she is at work.  He could hardly wait for when she came back over so he would be able to remove the egg.

        “Tomorrow is going to be very interesting.”  Derek said to himself.

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April and I had spent a cold, but very interesting evening helping Carol care for her horses by lantern light including a long, cold struggle to heat the horses’ water with nothing but propane torches and then we retired back to April’s home, all of us chilled to the bone and happy to back with electric lights and a warm house. The girls suggest we use the hot tub on the sun porch, but my mind is still contemplating Carol’s barn and our conversations there.

 

The barn had a large center hallway with stall down each side.  At one end there were some multipurpose rooms for grooming in cross ties and a foaling or sick horse stall equipped with heat.  There was a large opening to the loft with a chain host for lifting heavy items.  Fascinatingly there was also a room with a very strong wooden frame shaped roughly like the rear half of a horse’s torso, the top and side heavily padded in plastic covered foam.  When I asked Carol what it was had explained that it was harvesting set up.  She’d had it built to protect her when she gathered sperm from her championship stallion.

 

We found out from Carol that because horses are very sensitive to sedation all non-manual methods of gaining sperm, such as electro-ejaculation are generally not used unless it is a last ditch final attempt at harvest from a dying horse.  Instead the horse is, in essence, masturbated to climax by hand, thus providing the sexual emission, which is saved for future use. 

 

The stand, she explained, provides a natural mounting location for the male and the shallow trench running under the stand allowed her to stand under the horse much the way service station grease pits allow the mechanic to work under a car.  “Even when you know an animal well, he is still 1300 pounds of excitement when sexually excited and he can easily kick or bite you if you’re not careful.”

 

“How does it work?  Do you just call him over and jerk him off?”

 

“Not quite, but close.  Once he knows what we are going to do in this stall he is generally willing.  We mix a bowl of water and lubricant and after the horse has mounted the hollow form his penis slides quite naturally into the opening and then you rub his cock by hand until ejaculation.  It is quite long and thick and but you have to work on the head more than the shaft,” Carol explained.  “He won’t cum unless you work his organ in tandem with his thrusting strokes.

 

I had other people show me how they harvest, but I never found it to an easy or safe operation bent over beside the animal, where any kick or bite could really harm me, so I had the frame built for protection.  After all I do want to harvest him.  People pay a lot for his sperm and there is a lot of it.  The average horse squirts out about a half cup at a time, more than even your cock Tom and your nearly bury me under your loads, but my guy here, he is almost always nearer a full cup and it can spray six or eight feet so you’ve got to be carefully or you’ll get a cup or warm horse spunk in your face and it will seem like a gallon!” 

 

We all laughed.  “Has that happened to you?”

 

Carol just smiled in a way that let no doubt that not only had she experienced horse spunk, but she had enjoyed it.  I was remembering this conversation and with it I began wondering about the idea of April sucking off a huge horse cock.  The idea was suddenly appealing, but that would have to wait for another day.  The water was hot and girls were already in and calling for me so I hurried to the tub, stripped and entered the hot water laying back and enjoying the warmth and made me feel sleepy. 

 

April was already playing with the jets, beginning to shamelessly masturbate making soft sexual sounds as one of the jets was shooting hot bubbles all over her clitoris. “Tell me a story.”  She begged softly between moans. “Tell Carol and me a fantasy like I like, only have all of it happen to Carol.”  She said looking at her naked friend with unconcealed lust.

 

“Sure,” Carol laughed.  “Go ahead.  Turn me on too.”

 

“I’m not sure April’s ideas will turn you on.  April likes things really rough.  Hell, she likes it violent and painful even more so in fantasy and we’ve done some very painful thing to her and I worry what turns her on will gross you out.”  I turned to April.  What exactly do you want to happen in her fantasy?”

 

I want you to rape her over and over.  I want your hand cock to force it way up her ass and I want her bound and sexually tortured until she is exhausted and then fucked even harder, and sexually tortured even more.  I want her stretched beyond anything she’s ever experienced or even thought of.   I want you to force her to climax over and over like you do me, even when I’m in pain, even when you’re crushing my nipples and I am in agony you play with my clit or fuck my asshole until I cum anyway and it is always the most intense orgasms I’ve even had.  I want the fantasy you make up for her to be so intense, so frightening, and so sexually exciting that it becomes the one and only thing she thinks of when she’s aroused, the one thing that totally turns her on and totally frightens her at the same time.”

 

“That’s a big order.  What about it Carol. Shall I try and make of a fantasy for you like this?  Would it turn you on?”  I could see her nipples had already stiffened in excitement and she too was finding a stream of hot water to pleasure her womanhood.   

 

“Try me.” She ordered.   “Make it really rough.  Show what my slutty girlfriend likes no matter how brutal.  Its only fantasy, torture me to death who cares?  If you do good, I might let you take me anyway, in any opening you want, if you’ll do me all night long she promised,” reaching out for my rapidly growing and already very large partial erection working it with her hand toward it’s full size.  “God,” she breathed.  “I need this in me so very bad.”  So what else could I do but begin.

 

“Ok.”  I began.  “It is late spring, early summer and the days are long and getting warm.  You’ve just finished your chores when you are grabbed from behind in the barn.  You struggle and see that I have hold of you and with me are three other guys. “If you fight it will just go worse for you.” I say menacingly when you stop your futile struggle.  I relax my grip and you try to escape twisting away, but the other guys are large and strong as well and two of them hold your arms and turn you to face me.

 

“So Carol, I guess you need to be taught so manners before we start fucking your tight little cunt.  Without warning I pull my arm back and slap you across the face.  You head snaps over to the other side and tears begin to flow.  A trickle of blood flows from where your lip contacted you teeth.  The pain isn’t so bad, but physiologically it is devastating a betrayal of your whole system of beliefs about how men and women relate.  You’ve never been struck by a man before and you’re shocked and appalled.  When you look up at me again I reach out and rip your shirt open exposing your lovely breasts in their lacy bra.  I pinch your nipples hard through the lace making you cry out in pain and fear knowing now without a doubt that all of us are going to rape you over and over, and hurt you as we take out pleasures with your body.  This will be your last visual experience for a while as I take the black cloth brought for the purpose and blindfold you. 

 

I want you to stop struggling and accept what is going to happen but you are still expecting normal polite behavior and that’s not what you get from a rapist.  So I hit you hard in the belly doubling you up in the guys’ arms.  It takes a couple of minutes for you to find your feet again still bent over, out of breath and hurting.  I crush your soft tits in my hands and then hit you in the belly once more and the guys drop you to the floor where we all kick and beat you, the blows landing on every part of you body except the face which I’d warned everybody to avoid no wanting to disfigure you.  At the same time I had the guy plan the pain to be sexual so the majority of the blows land on your breasts, butt and when possible we work to get your legs apart and one of the guys kicks you in between the legs several painful times, leaving you gasping in pain.  

 

It seems to have gone on forever, these blows and the pain, although just a couple of minutes have passed and you become aware the abuse has stopped and several hands are ripping your clothes off in frantic lust.  Now that you are in the right frame of mind you have stopped fighting.  Whatever is going to happen will happen now and your new goal is simply survival.  While they’ve been stripping you I’ve retrieved the huge jar of petroleum jelly you keep for treating the horses and I generously coat your, breasts especially your sensitive nipples and the guys start pulling and twisting them right away, forcing cries of pain and pleasure from you while I coat you whole vulva and anal opening in a think layer working fingers into your openings, while all the while assuring you it is for our pleasure and not yours. 

 

The guys drag you to a table where we lay you atop a couple of saddle blankets.  I had insisted on taking you first.  I wanted it to be someone you knew and I wanted you to opened by someone who wouldn’t tear you apart in their lust so before the guys shoved their organs up you I was going to initiate your body to an evening of forced sex and torture.  Therefore I had the guys pull your legs apart and I entered you tight and un-aroused pussy forcing your vaginal walls apart with my huge, swollen cock-head, making way for my eager and quivering shaft.  You lay still, but you can stop and deep animal noises that come from my forced invasion.  You are so very tight, fighting me and giving me even more pleasure from you semi-dry tightness.   At last my whole length is inside of you and I slowly pullback enjoying each and every interior fold of your vagina that caresses my thickness as it withdraws.   

 

I trust once more and find you are lubricating in spite of you wishes not to cooperate and I mock you with the fact that you are getting wet.  After a few more trusts I pull out and make you suck you own thick juices off of me then I return and fuck you hard, making you cry out with pleasure and fear at every insertion as your cunt begins making sloppy, wet noises in time with your moans and cries.

 

I hear April cum her body writhing against the hot tub jet.  Carol is making soft sounds of pleasure as the warm water laps at her most private areas like a tongue so I continue.

 

I withdraw my cock completely my organ dark and swollen from your pleasures.  I tell the guys to pull your legs way back and as you plead with me not to hurt you anymore making the guys holding your legs laugh and Norm whose meat was the longest of all of us mocks you saying, “You having begun to get hurt yet!”  I position my bulging penis against your tiny pink opening and slowing, enjoying every tiny sensation on my cock –head I force my way past your ring of muscle and in just a few strokes I am balls-deep inside your asshole.  I feel you stiffen and try to fight it as my thick organ forces your bowels to accommodate me.  It is useless to fight and I pull completely out and with one wicked stab take you easily to the hilt hearing your scream of agony and thrust viscously and enjoyably in and out of your back door noticing a slight seam of blood on my wet cock.  The others still surround you pinching your nipples, now horribly engorged and elongated and still they tug and pinch at them mercilessly.  Eric has his nine-inch long and uncircumcised cock going in and out of your mouth. The guys are still holding your legs back and with my cock in your ass and your freshly fucked cunt you are obscenely open and available.  Meanwhile I an enjoying the feel of your flesh clinging to my organ and so are you.  For the last couple of minutes you’ve been quietly chanting almost to yourself, “No!  No!” over and over, your body is saying yes and against your will you begin to enter into the most massive climax of your life.  It is the ultimate weapon of rape – forcing your own body to respond apart from your own will.  In another few minutes You fell me begin contracting my moans of pleasure mixing with your screams as my cock and hot juices rub all over your over sensitive clitoris after leaving your ass, my massive deposit left mostly in your rectum. 

 

Ed and I trade places his cock entering your well used anal passage while my cock fresh from the deepest exploration of your anus your ever experienced is presented from your mouth to clean covered in a mixture of your body’s juices and my thick, white fluid still dribbling our over your lips.

 

Sudden I hear Carol scream as her orgasm rips through her the warm water reaching all the places I been talking about.

 

From here on the next hour becomes a blur of cocks taking you any way they delight in.  Later you will only recall the time two guys took you at once one in you pussy and the other up the ass and how you fought against it for all you we worth but in the end you could prevent your own orgasm from tearing through your body against your will, further humiliating you that we could not only use your body, but force it to enjoy being used.

 

It takes over almost two hours for us to take a break from your rape.  In that time you’ve been taken vaginally to completion three times and anally four.  In addition two of the guys have shot loads in your mouth making you swallow something you’ve never been able to make yourself do before, yet, facing the prospect of more suffering, you gulped down their seed like a starved dog.

 

Now as Ed, the last guy is sliding his long cock inside you; you are able to take a look about as his organ makes wet sloppy noises in your well-used passage.  The rest of us stand around drinking beers and shouting encouragement to him.  He begins thrusting you harder and deeper and suddenly without any idea is was going to happen your arms are about him as you climax, crying out in pleasure as he fucks you harder than you ever been fucked at last you can feel his contractions as he leaves his sticky load inside your hot pink hole.

 

Hope that it might be over begins to creep into your thoughts as we stand or sit about and drink basically ignoring you and with this hope comes the worry that we are not done and what follows will be worse.  “Well,” you hear me tell the others.  “It’s about time to continue.”  And shortly you see me coming with a large coil of rope.

 

“Stand up!”  I order.

 

You do it.  I wrap the rope once about your lower torso passing just under your breasts and then Ed and Paul come over to help.  Each take hold of a nipple and brutally pull the breasts away from your chest wall as I wrap a circle of rope about the base each of your breasts so tightly that as I pull them tight the skin is painfully pinched and the breast where it meets your chest is markedly compressed like a sausage link and I continue this process until each of your tits is wrapped snuggly and protruding obscenely like an offering just waiting to be tormented and pleasured.

 

I then turn you about and the guys tie you arms behind you painfully pulling not only your wrists together but wrapping the two arms until the elbows nearly touch.  The pain in your shoulders is agonizing and now I walk you to the barn hallway where the access to the loft is.  The chain hoist will lift a ton and will certainly handle your 100 pounds.  I slid the hook under the rope between your breasts and begin to have the guys raise you up.  

 

You are in a complete panic at the thought of being hung by your tits and yet as the rope bites deeply into you soft flesh you are first on you feet and then your toes and now in intense pain your while weight is now totally resting on your tortured mammaries.

 

After getting you a couple of feet off the ground we gather around you feel our hands exploring you, our fingers tugging and cruelly crushing your sweet little nipples which in the past had only brought you pleasure.  Now you cry out in pains you never imagined possible.

 

Just when you thought things could not get worse you watch us talk together for a moment and then return to our pants and we each return with our thick leather belts and without warning and from every direction the blows begin falling causing you to scream in pain and writhe trying to escape but there is nothing you can do as the blows concentrate on you butt and especially the swollen, discolored breasts and their stiff nipples. 

 

April is climaxing once more her fingers franticly moving over her clit.

 

The first couple of minutes pass and you begin to retreat to some inner place the strangely you are aware of each painful impact but their effect upon you is now more mental than physical even though you can hear your own shrieks and screams of agony as four guys take turns beating the hell out of your once beautiful tits, now a purple mass of severely bruised tissue topped with raw and damaged nipples which are targeted over and over for even increasingly painful impacts with flying leather. You know you can’t take any more.  You think your whole chest is on fire and about to be ripped off your body. “Please!” You beg.  “Please! Please! Please! Please!

 

“Here that?” Ed yells.  “She wants the tit beating to stop.”

 

The abuse saddened ends and a guy grabs each of your legs taking so of the strain of your abused breasts, but only of a moment do you relax because it is soon obvious that mercy is no planned or intended.  Ropes slide behind each knee and then they are pulled far apart your weight still resting on your tits your body tilted back, your pussy open and exposed Ed then brought out the riding crop he’d found.

 

Raising up so you can see Ed begins beating your twat adjusting his stance until the stinging tip of the crop just grazes your inner labia. Each blow feels like someone cutting your labia off and your body convulses spasmodically with each stroke while on earthly screams issue from your mouth.  After 5 or 6 blows he stopped and using a small, but powerful vibrator begin stimulating you.  Gradually the pain begin melting into pleasure, then pleasure into passion, and passion builds closer and closer to orgasmic release and just as you reach the edge of release he stops and the crop hits your clit hard and rapid a number of times until you body confused and desperate climaxes from the painful stimulus and your cry out in pain and pleasure all at once. 

 

Nearly delirious after the last climax you are only dimly aware of your legs being untied and your body seems to lie on the floor of it’s own accord while the ropes on your arms are released and blood painfully moves back into you limbs.  We drag your semi-limp body to a sawhorse and lay you over it the long way the beam pressing between your breasts, belly and vulva.  Your hands are tied to the legs and you feel something inserted in your anus but can’t tell what it is at first.  Then when the sound of liquid hitting plastic is followed by a warm sensation in your ass and you realize that the item in your ass is a funnel and that the warm fluid is urine.  We are taking turns peeing into your gaping rectum.  You can’t believe the how degrading this is.  It would be one thing to be peed on but into seems intolerable.  Then the funnel is withdrawn and your hands are released and drug back over the chain hoist and your hand tied once more behind you and your horrible discolored and bruised breasts once more lift you.

 

Norm now steps forward his hand covered in petroleum jelly and begins forcing his fingers up your vaginal opening.  Ed has the vibrator against your clit and your body has begun once more to respond.  Norm inserts first two then three, then four fingers and is working them in and out rapidly fucking you then he folds in his thumb and begins forcing the entire hand inside of you.

 

Carol is now on her hands and knees by this point and April has three fingers inside her wet pussy while working her clit with the other, her own tits bouncing as she finger-fucks Carol and in moments I hear Carol cum a second time right here beside the hot tub.

 

Norm works his fist in you and fucks you without mercy until you can take it no longer and as you climax you begin squirting the contents of your huge urine enema.  We get the hose and wash you off with cold water using the spray on your clit until you at last scream into another climax as the icy water stimulates and stings your organs of pleasure At last we get you down and unwrap your abused breasts making you issue several long cries of agony as blood flow reaches the tortured tissue.

 

By now you are exhausted and we lay you face down on the table your feet resting on the ground and your body bent forward at the waist.  You are expecting more rape or sodomy so you aren’t surprised when we tie your legs loosely to the table legs.  You don’t have any idea why we are moving you when we carry you into the breading stall and position your naked sex near the opening in the hollow mount.  Getting the right position isn’t easy as we don’t want you so close a mating could kill you but at last we get it right.  If a horse mounts with you in that position he should be able to get about two thirds of his cock inside you maybe more, at least 12 inches and satisfied we leave you.  Have fun we call. 

 

In the dark of the blindfold you wonder why we didn’t tie your hands, but you can hear movement behind you and expect the rape to begin soon.  When nothing happens you at last decide to risk removing the blindfold.  We are gone and you realize where you are.  You’ve got to get your legs untied and fast because the sound behind you is the stallion and you can see his huge cock hanging down.  You reached down for the knots.  You can just reach them, but they are slippery, we’ve covered them and your ass with petroleum jelly just before leaving.  The stand above you creaks under the sudden strain of a horse and you feel the probing tip brush against you anal opening.  “God no!  Anything but that,” you think as you raise up to present your pussy to the invading cock rather than your poor asshole while frantically working at the knots when suddenly you can work no longer as the cock, large as woman’s forearm rips up your pussy and begins thrusting its huge swollen head grating up and down the entire length of you pussy.  Walking away from the barn we can hear your screams begin.

 

Some minutes later a huge load of horse sperm are pouring into you pussy.  Thankfully we left the table where the horse could only get half his length inside of you and even so your totally humiliated. The horse had so filled you that you climaxed as he thrust you.  Now tears on your face your body covered in sweat you again are working at getting free..  In the past the stallion was ready to rebreed a mare in a half hour or so and you know you’ve got that long to get free or he will take you once more.

 

April who has been filming the whole thing on DVD leaves now.  She has to meet up with us at her place and hope we can still get it up to fuck her.  She tells us you are getting lose and will probably be free before the horse is ready to go, but it will be close.  She puts the DVD into play and as we begin to watch your torure three of us fill all of April’s openings.

 

 

 

 

 

Moving back down the table he grabbed the speculum and began to insert it into my cunt. Gasping my body tried to jerk away from the freezing cold metal. "What’s the matter bitch? Don’t you like the feel of the metal sliding against your skin after it has been sitting in ice water? It should cool you off some" He began laughing at my reply of "Not really Sir". After pushing it as far as he could inside me he began to open it, the freezing metal stretching me open making me feel like an exposed specimen from biology class about to be dissected. I struggle against the ropes trying to pull my legs closed to no avail. He grabbed up a small round metal ball and inserted it deep inside me pushing it past the ends of the speculum, "A little present for later girl." As he looked down into my eyes a sense of forbearing washed over me. His eyes closed momentarily, when they opened back up I could see anger burning through them. He grasped the speculum and without closing it he yanked it straight out and threw it on the table. "You really are a bitch, only a dog would not have the manners to thank someone when they give you a present." Crying I choked out "Please forgive my rudeness, thank you Sir for the present." Shaking his head "Don’t fret so girl by the time I have had you for a bit you will learn some manners, but for now another lesson is in order I do believe." Before total fear could set in I watched as he put on some gloves before picking up what looked like a hand made out of some kind of root. Soundlessly he turned it in his hands, a sadistic smile crossing his face as he used a knife cutting down across it as if dissecting a finger from the hand. Next he used the knife to peel of the outer layer of the finger before dropping it into the pan of ice water. He then cut off a small section and peeled it also. With one hand he reached in the pan and picked up the finger looking root, with his other hand he spread the cheeks of my ass. I started trying to wiggle away which only brought a laugh from him. Slowly he began to push the thing inside my ass, the pain of something invading me brought a scream to my lips "No, please that hurts, please stop" My head was moving from one side to the other as I tried to fight away the invasion."I’m sorry did you say something slut?" He jammed it the rest of the way in and then just stood there watching me. The burning started slowly, spreading through my ass, my eyes flew up to his. "What is it, please take it out. It feels like a fire is building inside me...shit get it out of me now." "Slut when will you figure it out, you do not tell me what to do." He continues watching me as my body moves against the ropes and cuffs, tears sliding down my face as my whole body is feeling invaded. After about ten minutes he reaches down picking up the smaller piece he had cut. "Don’t you just love ginger root? It has so many wonderful uses." His eyes never leave mine and he spreads my lips and rubs the ginger across my clit a couple times before pressing it right against it holding it tightly there. A strange sensation began to unfold from where the ginger was pressed against me. The burning was totally different than that I felt in my ass, it seemed to be centering inside my cunt, pulling and spreading. A film of sweat broke out across my forehead, my hips began to rock up, grinding against the piece he held firmly against my clit. "What is happening, I don’t understand." As he watched my eyes begin to cloud over he jerked it off of me and then reached down removing the finger from my ass. "Okay slut look at me. You will stop right now as you are not allowed to cum unless I decide you deserve it. Understand?" "But...oh hell I need to cum..it hurts...please let me I don’t know if I can stop it." "If you do I will punish you and it will not be pretty. You with think up until now all I have been doing is playing with you." His words were like a bucket of ice water being thrown on me. I started breathing deeply trying to get my body back under control. My clit still felt swollen and needy, it felt like a strung was traveling through me from my aching nipples to my cunt pulling and aching for release.

Turning from me he began to walk across the room. "Rest for a bit slut before we begin again." I could hear his boots hitting against the stairs as he left me tied to the table. His steps stopped as he reached the door. Suddenly a hard vibration began deep inside my pussy jerking my body taunt against the restraints. As quickly as it began it stopped making me wonder if I was losing my mind. His laughter echoed down the stairwell. "How do you like your present girl." Still laughing he switched the light off before closing the door leaving me surrounded by darkness, tremors racking my body as I was left to think of what he would do to me next.

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Mistress Black lay in the glass coffin.  Blindfolded.  Gagged with the soft, rubber mouthpiece, the tiny tube dripping MzDominica's pale, yellow pee into her mouth.  Each sharp, salty drop made the woman shiver with ecstasy as it touched her tongue, behind the gag, and slowly rolled down… toward the back of her throat… gliding over her tongue… to the back, where she could taste the gentle bitterness of Dominica's fluids…  And then, almost reluctantly, she swallowed… moaning behind the gag as her body shook…
 
"My pee gives you pleasure," Dominica's unrelenting voice continued, playing through the headphones.  "Deep, arousing, sexual pleasure.  Every drop you swallow feels like an orgasm.  Rippling through your body.  Spreading out, from your throat, as each drop of My pee drips down… down… down deep inside you.  Spreading out like a wave.  Deep waves of pleasure, like having your nipples sucked… like having your pussy licked…  Every tiny drop of Dominica's pee, like an orgasm.  Swallow… and cum…  Swallow… and cum…  You crave to obey Dominica…  You crave to swallow… and cum…  Feel the next drop roll down your tongue…  So very slowly…  You want to keep it on your tongue…  You want to taste it as long as you can…  Each tiny drop…  Drop…  Drop…  Swallow… and CUM…  Such intense pleasure…  You never want it to end…"
 
There was nothing subliminal about this recording.  The white noise had been replaced with the sounds of dripping water…  The sound of Dominica's voice was like a lover, speaking intimately, but easily heard.  Unhurried.  She had all the time in the world.  Dominica's words repeated over and over, as the reservoir of yellow fluid dripped… dripped… dripped… into Mistress Black's widely-stretched mouth.
 
"Blank…  Blank…  Blank…  When I say the word blank, your mind empties out immediately.  You go blank.  So blank and empty.  Blank.  Not a thought in your head.  Blank.  Mind gone.  Thinking stopped.  You do not think.  You only swallow.  Swallow and drink My pee.  Drip…  Drip… Drip…  My delicious, orgasmic pee…  Blank… you do not think…  Blank…  So empty…  Mind so empty…  My pee gives you such pleasure…  Feel each drop, each tiny drop.  So delicious.  As the waves of an orgasm spread out from your tongue…  Down your throat… up into your brain…  Your empty, empty brain…  Drip…  Blank…  Drip…  Feels so good…  Blank…  Feels so good…"
 
The woman's skin looked so shiny, inside the glass coffin.  Naked, covered with a sheen of sweat.  At first, it was resistance.  She had tried so hard to resist.  Even when she could no longer remember the long drive up the mountain road, up through the clouds, through the pass and into the valley, the view of Dominica's farming community gradually dropping behind the forest as she wove back and forth down the mountainside.  Approaching the inn, with the sign cryptically labeled "Dominica's."  Shivering in ecstasy with each tiny drop of pee, she no longer remembered walking into the tavern, and dropping to her knees at Dominica's booted feet, the scent of leather making her shake, even then.  No longer remembered gazing down at the floor, unable to think, unable to move, until she felt MzDominica's hand on the back of her head, and heard her voice utter a single word:  "Sleep."
 
Sleep…  Sleep…  Was it Dominica's Voice, telling her to sleep?  Or the memory of when Dominica commanded her to sleep?  And sleep.  And sleep.  Dropping deeper and deeper, until she lay on the floor, nose and chin pressed against Dominica's boot, in a kiss she could not remember giving.  The warm arms of male and female slaves had gently lifted her, held her close, almost lovingly… and carried her to the special training rooms, deep underground.  The rooms with the special brainwashing chambers, rows and rows of new slaves wearing headphones and blindfolds, listening to MzDominica's Voice…  Teasing them, programming them, wiping their minds clean, and programming them again.  Over and over, until the false, implanted memories began to merge with the real ones, and a new personality emerged -- docile, obedient, quiet.  Dominica's quiet, empty-minded, hypnotized slaves.  Cocks always so hard.  Pussies always so wet and dripping. 
 
Now the resistance was gone.  Now there was only lust.  And obedience.  And a continual need to serve Dominica.  One by one, each of the newly-programmed slaves was attended by a man or a woman wearing long, black, shiny leather boots, and a solid, metallic chastity belt.  The "coffin" was opened.  The headphones, gag, and restraints were removed.  And the booted slave held a shiny crystal up before the eyes of the new slave and said two words:  "Follow, follower."  Like a zombie, slowly and stiffly, the new slave arose from the enclosure, never taking his or her eyes off the crystal, following as the booted slave led the way out of the room.
 
But Mistress Black was not in the big room with the rows and rows of newly-recruited slaves.  No… she was in one of the special rooms, for even deeper training.  And tears ran down her cheeks as the orgasms became more and more intense.  As each tiny drop of pee hit her tongue and set off waves of pleasure like an earthquake, forcing her to sob around the gag.  She would have begged for the next drop -- each and every next drop -- if only she could speak.  But the gag held her tongue still, dripping… dripping… dripping… as the vibrator against her clit, and the shafts inside her pussy and ass, gently thrummed and buzzed, keeping her just at the edge of orgasm.  Just at the edge, until a drop of sharp, tangy fluid touched her tongue, and rolled down from the front slowly to the back, and she sobbed with pleasure as the orgasmic waves tore through her body and mind.
 
Addicted.  Thoroughly addicted to Dominica.  Needing and craving the pleasure.  Needing to serve.  Helplessly aroused, and silently begging with her mind, begging for the next orgasm.  Just one more tiny drop.  One more tiny wave!  And the drop would fall, and her body would spasm from head to toe, her voice squealing and moaning behind the gag.
 
Mistress Black felt, rather than saw, the blindfold being removed from her eyes.  The gag remained in her mouth, and her arms and legs were still bound with the strong, leather straps.  The screen in front of her showed images of men and women.  The display changed from moment to moment.  Still photos, live video recordings… even paintings and cartoons.  Each one showed a dominant, or a submissive, or both.  Men kneeling, women licking boots…  A drop of urine on her tongue, and Mistress Black shook with pleasure, spasms and waves cascading through her body and mind.  Dominant women slapping their slaves, beating them with whips, kicking them.  Not a drop.  "Thirsty… you are so thirsty…" the Voice in the headphones whispered.  Mistress Black ached for just one more tiny drop of pee.  Just one more.  Inside the gag, her tongue began to move, trying to suck just a drop out of the tubing.  Just a tiny drop.  As the slapping continued on the screen.  As slave after slave was whipped, or paddled.  Then the images changed again, showing a woman in long, black gloves, holding a spinning crystal in front of the face of a kneeling man.  His gaze was clearly captured by the spinning, flashing gem.  Drip… a tiny drop of pee fell onto Mistress Black's tongue, and rolled slowly down, toward the back of her throat.  She swallowed, and moaned in pleasure… a small tear rolling down her cheek, as she watched the crystal spinning, spinning, spinning before the man's eyes.  Drip… another drop of pure pleasure!  Mistress Black's eyes wanted to roll back in her head, savoring the pure joy of the pee-induced orgasm -- but she couldn't take her eyes off the screen.  "Watch…" Dominica's Voice said, "you need to watch…  Your eyes want to close, so badly…  But you need to keep them open…  You simply cannot stop looking…  Cannot stop staring at the images…  Watch…"  The man's eyes closed, and his head dropped onto his chest.  A tiny squirt of pee into her mouth, and Mistress Black's limbs moved like she was having convulsions.  The man curled forward, and began to lick the woman's black boot, and a tiny stream of pee poured down Mistress Black's throat -- for just a moment -- while she struggled to moan and swallow at the same time, almost choking, drops of pee dripping out her nostrils.  Another image, of a tall, dark-haired woman, slapping a slave with her gloved hand.  No pee.  "Thirsty… so thirsty…"  Mistress Black began to cry… to sob…  Needing the salty/sour/bitter pee in her mouth so much!  She watched slap after slap, as the slave's face was forcibly twisted to the right, then the left, then the right again.  Slapping and stinging the submissive face that could not move away, could not resist.  Thirsty.  So thirsty.  She wanted a sip.  Wanted a drink.  Wanted to feel the waves cascade through her again and again.  Another image, with a spinning crystal -- this time, with a young woman on her knees, looking up, squeezing her own nipples in her fingers, shaking.  Drip…  Oh yes!  Mistress Black swallowed, gratefully, staring at the woman on her knees, looking into her vacant eyes, as the little slut played with herself, unable to stop.
 
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"Follow, follower!"  The spinning, flashing crystal called Mistress Black out of the box.  She was hardly aware that her arms and legs were now unbound.  The gag removed from her mouth.  She felt as if she were still wearing the headphones, still feeling a pressure against the sides of her head.  Her head… that felt full of cotton…  So empty and full at the same time…  The crystal was so pretty, and looking at it made her mouth taste of pee.  So delicious, making her shake with lust.  So pretty… flashing so pretty…  She saw the crystal move away, and wanted to follow.  Wanted to follow where it went.  Stiffly, she pushed and pulled herself to a standing position, and walked, following the flashing, glittering crystal.  Was it floating?  Was somebody holding it?  She couldn't tell.  All she could see was the pretty, spinning crystal.  And hear the voice calling her to follow.  Follow, follower.  Follow.  Follow the crystal.  Down the long hallway.  Down the stairs into the torchlit room.  Cold.  It felt so cold.  Stones everywhere, rough and gray.  Lit only by the flickering torches, and the large brazier at the center of the room.  The smell of smoke made her mind feel even more clouded.

"Kneel," she heard a voice say.  And the sound of being commanded tasted like pee.  She dropped to her knees, and felt her shoulders pushed back and downward, so she sat back on her heels.  She hardly noticed the chains being pulled over her thighs, the shackles being attached to her wrists.  Locking her down, onto the floor.  She stared at the crystal as it moved away from her.  Across the room.  The crystal dangled from a chain, and there was a hand holding it, of that she was vaguely aware.  The chain was passed from one hand to another, a hand with long, red fingernails.
 
"You must obey," the holder of the chain said.  The holder of the crystal.  Mistress Black remembered that Voice.  The Voice from inside her mind.  The Voice that tasted like pee.  Her body shook, hearing that Voice… rattling the chains that bound her to the dungeon floor.

"I must obey Dominica," she replied.  It wasn't so much an affirmation as a response, programmed into her.  The words issued from her lips without any conscious thought.

"You belong to Me, now… slave," Dominica said.  She reached forward, the crystal still in one hand -- but something else, held in both her hands.

Mistress Black felt the collar wrap around her neck, and heard the tiny padlock click into place, just at the base of her throat.

"Who owns you, slave?" Dominica's Voice asked.

"Dominica owns me," Mistress Black replied.  Again, a completely programmed response.  And yet, it felt right.  It felt true.  She wanted to look up, into the beautiful green eyes that looked so deeply into her mind -- but she could not summon the will to move.  She only stared at the crystal, obeying her last command.

"There will be no pain.  No pain.  You are numb, and will feel nothing," Dominica said.  She reached over to the brazier next to her, and drew out the long handle of the branding iron. 

Mistress Black hardly noticed the slave girl pumping the bellows, keeping the fire so hot!  The branding iron glowed almost white in the torchlit room, and smelled of smoke, and hot metal.  There was a sizzling sound, and the smell of burnt meat in the air.  Then Mistress Black looked down at the top of her right thigh, and saw the charred flesh, as she saw MzDominica give the handle of the branding iron to the waiting slave girl.

Dominica reached forward again, holding the crystal close to Mistress Black's dazzled eyes, and again said one word:  "Sleep."
 
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"Follow, follower," the voice said.  It sounded familiar.  But all Mistress Black could focus on was the spinning, glittering crystal.  Still kneeling on the dungeon floor, she found her chains and manacles had been removed.  There was a bandage over the top of her thigh, covering the new brand -- but she did not understand this thing.  All she knew was the spinning crystal, and the need to obey.  "Stand," the voice commanded.  "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and struggled to rise, her feet feeling unsteady on the cold, rough stones.

"Follow, follower," the voice said.
 
And Mistress Black followed the pretty, glittering crystal, feeling a drop of pee drip down her tongue.  So good.  She shook with pleasure, even as she shivered with cold.  Following the crystal, and the shiny black boots of the woman who carried it.  Up the stone stairwell.  Through the hall…  Out a door, into the cool, dark night air.

"Crawl," the voice commanded.  "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and dropped to her hands and knees.  She followed the boots, and the crystal dangling so close to the ground next to them.  Down the dirt path.  Over the grass.  To the side of the house.  To the little "pet door" -- just a flap, near the bottom of the door.

"Go inside," the voice commanded.  "You will do what you are told.  You must obey."
 
"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and crawled through the flap.

She found herself in a room, all painted white.  The floor, walls, and ceiling were all of wood -- but so white as to seem blank and featureless.  The walls were lined with row after row of wooden cabinets, also painted white.  It was hard to look around without feeling like she was falling asleep.  She felt hands taking her by the arms, and pulling her upward.  "Stand," a voice said.  So blank and empty.  So white and blank.  She felt herself gently guided into a shower, the water turned on, warm and gentle, like a rain of pee.  Her skin was lathered and scrubbed while her mind drifted, gazing at the blank, white walls, feeling hands squeeze and scrub her breasts, fingers making little circles around her hard nipples, trail up and down her thighs.  She felt her hands being lifted, and pushed up to her own breasts.  "Squeeze and pinch," a voice commanded.  Her eyes closed on the white blankness as her fingers gently caressed her breasts, long fingernails digging into her nipples.  She opened her mouth and drank the falling water.  So warm and gentle… but she missed the salty, bitter taste.  Hands rubbed and rinsed all the soap off her body, then gently tugged her out of the shower.  Eyes still closed, squeezing her breasts, she felt the fluffy towels drying her, patting around the collar that encircled her neck.  There was a zipping sound, a mild pain on her leg -- and soon the bandage on her thigh had been replaced with a fresh, dry one.

"Open your eyes," the voice commanded.

And Mistress Black obeyed, to find the crystal spinning and flashing.  So pretty and dazzling.  Dazzling and sleepy.  "Follow, follower."  The crystal began to move away.  She began to follow it, walking, barely noticing that it gradually fell lower and lower down to the floor, as they left the blank, white room, and entered the hallway. 

"On your knees, slave," the voice said. 

And Mistress Black dropped to the floor, crawling, following the crystal, and the shiny black boots.  Down the hallway.  Down into sleepy obedience.  Through the halls of the mansion.  Past shelves and bookcases, cabinets with glass doors, past doors and windows with ornate decorations of carved wood and wrought metal.  Down to the audience chamber… where MzDominica sat, in Her big, leather chair. 

Dominica was dressed all in black leather, wearing black boots with elaborately stitched patterns and glittering jewels.  Mistress Black wanted to kiss them, so much!  But she could not move.  She remained on the floor, kneeling, awaiting MzDominica's command.  Dominica dangled another crystal from her hand, letting it gently swing back and forth… back and forth…

"That's right, slave," MzDominica said,. "Watch the crystal.  Watch Dominica's pretty crystal.  It makes you so sleepy.  Sleepy and blank.  So very sleepy.  You are mine, now.  You belong to me.  That is all that matters.  You belong to me.  What is your name, slave?"

Mistress Black began to answer, "Mist---"  But as soon as she opened her mouth, MzDominica said, "Blank."  Mistress Black tasted pee in her mouth, and could not think for a moment.

"What is your name, slave?" MzDominica asked again.

Mistress Black began to answer again, but MzDominica interrupted her even more quickly with "Blank!"  Her eyes slammed shut, and it was so hard to think.  The taste of pee made her shiver with ecstasy.

"What is your name?" MzDominica demanded again.

Mistress Black struggled to understand the question.  It didn't seem to make sense.  She opened her mouth to speak, and MzDominica said, "Blank!"

Mistress Black began panting, now, not knowing why.

"What is your name?"

A moment's hesitation, and just as her mouth started to open, MzDominica said, "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

A quiver of the lips.  "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

The woman knelt on the floor, trying to remember if the question made any sense.  Panting, shivering.  She opened her mouth, just a little.  "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

Kneeling on the floor, the woman simply panted, letting the question wash over her.  It had no meaning.  The words had no meaning.  She simply knelt, and awaited a command.  Quiet and empty, inside her cotton-filled head.  She knelt, and did not understand.

"What is your name?"  A pause, while the woman stared into empty space, unresponsive.  "What is your name?"  She knelt, unaware that she had been addressed.

Shivering.  Watching the spinning crystal.  Staring at the boots.  Staring at nothing.  She was not sure.  It did not matter.

"Good slave," MzDominica said.  "You do not have a name.  You do not need a name.  Not here.  Not yet.  You only obey.  You only obey.  You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," the woman responded.

"That's right, you must obey," Dominica said.

"I must obey Dominica."

"Now stand, slave," Dominica commanded.  "On your feet.  I have tasks for you to perform!  I have a purpose for you, in your new life."
 
The nameless slave stood, rocking slightly from her bare left foot to her right one, and back again.  Too sleepy to find equilibrium.
 
"Turn, slave," MzDominica continued, "and look at the one who guided you here."

The woman turned and looked into the face of the slave who had held the crystal, spinning, in front of her.  Whose shiny boots she had followed, crawling down the hallway.  Suddenly, all the veils of sleep and cotton stuffing in her head blew away, as she recognized the auburn-haired woman standing before her -- Sheila!  In a hot fit of anger, she drew her hand back, ready to slap the bitch's face hard enough to break her fucking neck!

But she felt so thirsty.  So dizzy.  Her hand remained up above her shoulder, as she licked her lips.  So thirsty!  She found herself crying.  So thirsty.
 
Sheila lifted her crystal in front of the woman's eyes, and said, "You must obey Dominica!"

The woman lowered her hand, feeling so thirsty, and replied, "I must obey Dominica."  So thirsty and dizzy.  What had she been trying to do?  She could not remember.

"That's right," Sheila replied.  "Now, turn and face MzDominica.  Remain standing, and receive your instructions, slave."

Sheila's voice reverberated in the woman's mind with such power.  With Dominica's power -- and the taste in her mouth of a tiny drop of pee.  She shivered as she turned and looked at Dominica, feeling like she should be dropping to her knees -- but forced to obey, and remain standing.

"Good slave," MzDominica said, her Voice soothing and yet commanding.  "Yes, I have a job for you here, my slave.  Wake up.  I want you to completely wake up, now.  Remain absolutely still, and listen."

Mistress Black suddenly found herself becoming aware, remembering again the hot surge of anger that made her want to strike Sheila.  Her slave -- the traitor!  She wanted to turn and hit the little slut -- but she could not move!

"That's right," Dominica continued, "perfectly still.  You see…  I have hundreds and hundreds of slaves here in my Realm… Working my farm…  Plowing, sowing seeds, cultivating, and now harvesting…  But I need help coordinating them all.  I need people with a talent for domination, who will control them, but who will also obey me completely."  She leaned forward, staring into Mistress Black's eyes, her gaze and voice so compelling.  "I need switches."  She leaned back, comfortable in the chair.  "Like 43, here.  You know her as Sheila, the name she had before she became my slave."  Dominica looked at the red-haired woman, who shivered with delight under her Mistress' gaze.  Then she looked back at Mistress Black.  "And you are my newest switch bitch!"

Mistress Black felt angry again.  She seemed to be feeling angry so much, so often.  But it made her so thirsty.  So thirsty.  She needed to drink.  Needed another drop of Dominica's pee.  Her eyes dropped down to Dominica's crotch, helplessly.  When she realized her face was showing unresisting lust, her face reddened with embarrassment.

"Aww, you blush so nicely," Dominica cooed.  "That's right.  I know all about your temper.  How you like to slap and hit and whip your slaves."  Dominica let the crystal swing in little circles, just above her crotch, and Mistress Black found her eyes circling around and around with it.  "That is good, slave," Dominica continued, "but I need it controlled.  I need someone who can whip and punish my slaves -- but ONLY when I think it is appropriate."  Dominica stopped swinging the crystal, and let it fall between her legs.  Mistress Black licked her lips, wanting to drink.  Wanting to taste Dominica's pee.  "That's right.  Your violent impulses are now controlled.  You will use them when the time is right -- but now, _I_ decide when.  Do you understand?"

Mistress Black found her head nodding up and down.  She felt so thirsty.  Wanted to kneel and drink Dominica's pee.  Wanted to open her mouth and feel drop after drop rolling down her tongue.  Making her nipples so hard, her pussy so wet.

"Wide awake!"  Dominica commanded.

Mistress Black's body jolted.  She hadn't even realized she'd been falling asleep.

Dominica smiled.  "That's right.  I own your mind, now.  And you will find yourself dropping into a hypnotic trance, whenever I want you to.  You are no longer in control.  _I_ am in control.  I control you completely, now!"  She pointed to a pair of boots that were set on the floor, standing upright all by themselves.  "Put those boots on.  NOW, slave.  Put them on!"

Mistress Black found herself scurrying to comply.  Unzipping the boots from the top to the bottom, slipping her feet into the long leather calves, pulling the zippers and feeling her calves so tightly encased.  She stood, wearing nothing but the boots, the leather collar, and the new brand on her thigh, and awaited Dominica's next command, feeling so thirsty!

"One more item," Dominica said.  She snapped her fingers.  "43, now is the time."

"Yes, Mistress," the redhead replied, bowing.  She reached over to a nearby table, where a shiny metal device had been sitting.  Waiting.  She picked it up, held it waist high, and commanded Mistress Black, "Spread your legs."

Mistress Black looked down at Sheila's hands, and recognized that what she held was a stainless steel chastity belt.  She was about to protest to MzDominica, when she realized that Sheila was wearing an identical belt herself, the restraining metal band cinching her waist so tightly.

43 held her hands higher, and stared deep into Mistress Black's eyes.  "It's for your own protection.  The other slaves are so stimulated, so needy -- they will do ANYTHING for a moment's pleasure!"

Mistress Black hesitated, feeling so dizzy.  So confused.

"You are so thirsty," Dominica said, so quietly.  "You must obey."
 
Almost whining, Mistress Black replied, "I must obey Dominica."  She shifted her stance, spreading her feet wide, her hips pumping gently.  She panted, staring quietly, as Sheila slipped the chastity under her crotch, clicked it into place around her hips, then pulled the metal cinch around her waist.  Tighter…  tighter…  Click.  A lock latched into place at the small of her back.  Sheila walked around Mistress Black and handed the key to MzDominica, who took it and smiled, slipping it into the deep, dark cleavage between her breasts.

"There," Dominica said, "now you're all mine… and all safe."

Mistress Black looked down at the metal around her hips and between her legs.  Cold metal warming up, as it remained in contact with her skin.  Pussy locked away.  Ass locked away.  Never to feel the soft, warm tongue of a slave, unless MzDominica granted her permission.  She felt scared and angry at the same time.  She wanted to slap somebody.  But she felt so thirsty.  Thirsty and sleepy.  Just a drop.  She wanted to taste just a tiny drop of Dominica's pee!
 
43 held up the crystal, and commanded, "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, helplessly, feeling so sleepy.

Dominica smiled.  "Now, 43, take our new switch out, and show her how to conduct her new duties, here."  She looked at Mistress Black, whose mouth was open, slack-jawed, and drooling.  "And at the end of the day, let her eat with the other switches."  She turned her gaze back to the redhead.  "I think she'll fit in perfectly!"

"Yes, Mistress," 43 replied.  She twirled the crystal again, before Mistress Black's face, and whispered, "Follow, follower!"

Clad in her collar, new boots, and tight, shiny chastity, the nameless slave followed the crystal, walking slowly behind the shiny boots.  Out of the mansion, and onto the dirt roads that led toward the gardens and the fields, where the farmhands were working.

With 43 guiding her, instructing her, the nameless woman held up a spinning crystal in front of the face of one slave after another, speaking the words she was told, and watching the slave's eyes grow dull and quiet and mindless, eyelids fluttering, bodies drooping -- even as the men's cocks became rock hard, and the women's pussies became puffy and began to drip.  For a moment, the nameless woman thought she recognized one of the men, a thin one who curled into a tiny ball on the ground and tried to kiss her boots.  She reached her hand backward, preparing to strike him, not even sure why -- but felt she so dizzy and confused, and her mouth felt so dry!  She lowered her hand, and 43 guided both of them toward the garden, where they directed the man to lower himself down to into a freshly dug hole, and let another slave cover him up to the neck in soft, warm dirt.  43 held the crystal up in front of his eyes, and whispered to him about plants, and being quiet, and growing under the open sky, beneath the warm sun, simply letting the moments pass, the hours drift by, the days -- one by one -- lying quiet and growing, slowly opening his hands like leaves.  The tension slowly left the man's face, and his eyes took on a de-focused look, even as a quiet, gentle smile spread over his features.  Quiet.  Sleepy.  Growing.  In the sun, and the breeze, and the droplets of rain.  Like a plant.  Just a quiet, growing plant.  He would be a much better slave for Dominica when his mind was calm... quiet... without fear... and no longer focused on the former Mistress Black.

43 showed the woman how to walk a slave through the sequence of picking strawberries, or plowing a furrow in the fields.  How to train them to repeat the task, over and over -- the motion of the plow, the color and scent of the ripe, red berries arousing them all day long.  Keeping them in a deep, hypnotic stupor -- keeping them focused constantly on sex, and obedience, and on their Mistress Dominica.  43 took her into the barn where the girls brought in the baskets of eggs, or berries, or freshly-picked vegetables.  She watched as each girl handed a full basket to a woman wearing boots and a chastity belt.  The woman took the basket, then pushed her hand between the girl's legs and rubbed her slick, wet pussy -- one, two, three times.  The girl's face lit up with a big smile, and her eyes became even more unfocused.  Then the booted woman handed the girl an empty basket, guiding her back out the door again to collect more.  The nameless woman ached to feel a hand like that on her sex, and remembered the taste of Dominica's pee on her tongue, drop by drop, rolling down and back, and producing waves of ecstasy.  She automatically reached one hand down to stroke herself gently -- but her hand encountered only hard metal.  So thirsty!
 
Just as it began to grow dark, the woman found herself following 43 back toward the mansion.  But instead of entering by the little slave flap, they walked further to a large, simple house, with an ordinary door, and entered.  Inside was a single, spacious white room, with a pallet on the floor for each switch slave.  This was the women's quarters -- there were no men, not here -- and the former Mistress Black found herself guided toward one little spot along the wall, where there was a pallet and two bowls -- one filled with water, the other filled with a kind of stew.  On each pallet knelt a woman in boots and a chastity belt, her hair tied back behind her collar, lapping up her dinner from the bowls in front of her.

The stew was warm, and smelled so good!  The nameless woman was so hungry!  43 tied the woman's hair behind her head, in a pony tail, and directed her to kneel on the floor, hands behind her, and to eat the stew with her hands firmly on the floor, to drink the water using only her tongue -- just like a good, little pet.  Like a dog, or a cat.  But before she was allowed to eat, before she was allowed to drink, she must say her mantra:  "I must obey Dominica." 

The nameless woman spoke the words, and felt so quiet.  So dizzy, and empty.  She drifted a few moments, not thinking about anything -- not even the empty pain in her tummy -- until she felt a hand on the back of her head, stroking gently.
 
"Welcome, my pet," she heard Dominica's Voice say.

The nameless woman opened her eyes and looked up, but before she could tilt her head upward enough to see Dominica's face, she found her gaze captured by a third bowl in Mistress' hand -- a bowl filled with warm, yellow liquid.  The smell was familiar, and pungent.  And the woman's mouth became wet.  She began to drool.

Dominica's hand held the bowl in front of her a moment, then lowered it to the floor.  "A gift from Dominica," she said, and again stroked the back of the woman's head.  "Enjoy, and obey!"

The woman leaned forward, still kneeling, and lapped at the bowl like a thirsty kitten.  Yes, MzDominica's pee -- warm and fresh from the source!  Wave after wave of pleasure thrummed through the woman's body and mind, as she lapped up and swallowed mouthful after mouthful.  Suddenly, she remembered, and opened her eyes, turning her face upward.  "Thank You, Mistress!" she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You are welcum, slave," Dominica said.  "Now, eat your dinner, and go to sleep.  I have many things for you to do tomorrow."  She gently caressed the top of the woman's head, and walked away, her boot heels clicking on the wooden floor.

The woman felt so good, so happy.  Happy to serve Mistress.  So happy to be here!  She turned her head, took a bite of stew, then lapped another mouthful of pee, feeling so quiet, so dizzy, so happy.  Growing sleepier by the moment.  Soon, she would lie down on her pallet, and simply drop into a deep sleep, dreaming of Dominica's Voice, and Dominica's delicious pee.

Tomorrow, she would serve Dominica well.  So very well.  And the next day, and the next day.

Forever.

~~~ The End ~~~

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More stories by jessicablank and MzDominica's other slaves can be found
at http://www.mzdominica.com/blog/ and on Her group at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MzDominica/

I was out with friends in a bar and id sunk a few it was still early but after calling time with my possessive  on off boyfriend Tony id needed a drink and started early. He was the possessive type which just didn’t suit me at all I was playing pool with some of the boys and as usual I was getting a fair bit of attention, now im not a beauty queen but at nearly 6ft a size 16 and 38 DD breasts and adding the fact im a total flirt I get a fair bit of attention. I was wearing my usual uniform of leather…I love leather the feel the look it makes me feel so sexy so with my short leather skirt a tight top that leaves nothing to the imagination and black thigh boots I was ready for a good night, and a good fuck!!

Jake came in the bar at about 9 and headed strait for me, now id always fancied Jake but he was Tony’s best friend so he was off limits, im a bitch but not that much of a bitch.

“How’s things Hun” he said as he walked up to me.

“Fine thanks have you spoke to Tony”

“No why”

“I called time with him, he’s just too possessive for my liking I couldn’t fucking breath with out been accused of looking at some guy or another, he drove me fucking crazy”

He laughed “I wondered how long it would take you, is it my turn now” he said with a twinkle in his eye and I must say a very impressive bulge in his pants. My pussy was screaming yes my head was saying no.

“You’re his best mate so no, it’s not your turn next but you can get me a drink and ill kick your ass at pool” I said with a laugh

“so what your saying is that if I wasn’t his best mate you would let me fuck you, mmmm one drink coming up, the night is young” he said, winked at me and headed for the bar.

I set the balls up on the table my pussy was trying to rule my head and my eyes kept wondering over to Jake.

We played pool and chatted most of the night the drinks were going down nicely and I was well on my way. The flirting hadn’t stopped all night and my pussy was dripping wet with all the sex talk and dirty remarks. A few of the lads had come in and were having there say too. As the drinks flowed my worries of him been Tony’s best mate slipped away as my pussy started to rule my head. Last orders came and went and before I new it I was in a cab on my way back to jakes place. My pussy now completely in control. My phone rang it was a withheld number?

“Hello”

“You slag I no who you are with”

“Tony go away I don’t want to hear your shit” I hung up the phone

“It was Tony he says he knows who im with who the fuck as he been talking to”

“come on Taya we have been in the pub all night he will have been ringing around asking people what you were up to you know what he is like, he text me earlier asking if I had seen you”

“God he’s such a wanker who does he think he is”

“Don’t let him get to you come here I have something that will make you feel better”

he pulled me too him and kiss me hard on the mouth my pussy was throbbing as his hand worked its way up my leg, my tits were free and his mouth found its way to my hard nipples, I spread my legs and arched my back to give him better access, fuck he felt good. The fact that the taxi driver was too busy watching us to drive safely didn’t bother me at all I needed a good fuck and that’s all that mattered. He sucked and chewed my nipples as two of his fingers found there way into my wet throbbing cunt as his thumb rubbed my clit. He rubbed harder and finger fucked me hard I freed his cock and was impressed by the 9inch and good girth I found, it was rock solid and needed some attention. I pushed him back and tuck his cock in my mouth sucking him deep, he reached over and played with my ass as I sucked his cock, I love my ass been played with and moaned as I sucked his cock I ran my tongue on the underside of his cock and I ran my teeth over his bell end, he was leaking lots of pre cum that I lapped up greedily, his finger had found its way inside my ass and I was rubbing my clit I was sucking him like a mad woman, Jake was moaning loudly and had starting fucking my face. After ten minutes of this he was ready to shoot his load my own orgasm was building and I was moaning loudly I started to finger fuck my cunt which tipped me over the edge he fucked my ass faster and I came hard on my own fingers, I deep throated him and tuck his cock right to the base as I came, he couldn’t take no more and shot his load right down my throat, there was so much but I didn’t waste a drop. I sat up with a large grin on my face I then realised we were out side jakes flat.

“How long have we been here”

“About 10 minutes  but I didn’t want to disturb you, you looked like you were having fun” said the taxi driver

“What do we owe you I asked” laughing at him

“Nothing the show was enough, fancy anymore company” he said with a wink

“No thanks mate she’s all mine tonight” said Jake

we headed into the house, as soon as the door was shut he had me pinned against the wall, my skirt around my waist he knelt in front of me, I lifted my leg and rested it on his shoulder he started to lap at my pussy, sucking on my pussy lips and flicking his tongue over my already sensitive clit, I moaned and freed my tits I began to play with my nipples tweaking and pulling them hard. He pushed two fingers inside my cunt, hard! It tuck my breath away he had found my G spot, he looked up at me “you’re a dirty slut Taya and your in for a fucking good night I have a surprise for you” I looked down at him ready to reply but he had clamped his mouth around my clit again and all I managed was a loud moan. I grabbed his hair and ground my cunt in his face I was ready to cum again he brought me right to the edge then pulled away. He stood up and kissed me hard on the mouth I could taste my own cunt juices on his lips and tongue. “its time for your surprise Taya are you ready” I looked at him a little confused but my pussy was shouting for more so I just went with it “what surprise Jake” he went into the room and came back with a blind fold, he could see the worry in my eyes “come on Taya its just a bit of fun when ever you say stop I will” he said to me as he pulled me close and started to kiss and nibble my neck, there was nothing I could do except go along with it he had me in his spell all I wanted now was his cock inside me. He but the blind fold on and turned me around, grabbing my arms around my back and pushed me forwards, the blindfold was tight around my eyes and I could see nothing, not been able to see was a little disorientating but very arousing. I herd a door open in front of me “there are steps in front of you Taya” I slowly walked down the steps, I smelled damp it must have been the cellar. What were we doing in the cellar? I felt a little scared and Jake must of sensed it “don’t worry just say stop at any time it will be fun I promise you” he said as he reached around and pulled my nipples in turn, I did trust him and the attention to my nipples made my cunt throb and the need for cock was burning inside me. We reached the bottom of the steps and we walked forward he grabbed my arm and lifted it up I felt something cold around my wrist. A handcuff? I herd the lock click into place instead of fear I just felt even more excited my cunt juice was running down my legs. He did the same to my other wrist. I felt him remove my skirt I never wear underwear so I was naked except my boots and top which my tits were freed from. I couldn’t believe what I was doing I was in a cellar with a man I didn’t really know that well and he had me more or less naked handcuffed and blind folded, was I mad? I herd Jake shuffling around like draws were been opened but I couldn’t be sure.

“What do you want slut? Tell me!”

His voice was hard, he was in control and he new it

“I asked you a question slut now answer me” as he said it he whipped my ass it hurt but the pain just added to the excitement it took my breath away “I want your cock” I shouted, he whipped me again “where slut?” “In my cunt I want your cock in my cunt”

“You are a dirty slut, aren’t you slut”

“Yes”

He whipped me again harder than the first two times, it hurt, and I was a little scared

“Yes master don’t you mean you disobedient slut”

“Yes master”

He walked behind me and slid a finger roughly up my ass “what about here, do you want cock here too slut?”

“O god yes….master” I had never thought I would get off on pain but I was in heaven and I wanted more. “I want to be fucked hard in both holes” he whipped me again twice “don’t speak slut unless you are spoken to understand”

“Yes master”

“That’s better slut, now I said I had a surprise for you and you still haven’t had it would you like to know what it is slut”

I was confused now I thought this was the surprise, what could it be my pussy was aching for attention and my nipples where that hard from the cold of the cellar and my highly aroused state that they where tingerling. “Yes I want my surprise master” I gasped. Jake was still fingering my ass and had started to spank my ass cheeks, I suddenly felt another presence in the room and then I felt cold fingers putting something on my nipples, then something fastening tight around it, who the fuck was it my mind was racing as my other nipple was fastened in the same way. My nipples began to sting as the blood supply was stopped from what I guessed where nipple ties.

“Thought you could get rid of me slut, ha well you thought wrong you will never get rid of me you are mine and jakes slave and you will do as we tell you, understand slut”

I was stunned I knew that voice anywhere it was Tony!!! Jake was laughing too. The bastards must have set this up between them and I had fallen for it completely. Tony sucked my nipples which hurt but to my amazement my body was reacting to it even if my mind wasn’t, he started to rub my clit and I was lost to them I was there’s for the taking and there wasn’t a dame thing I could do about it. With Jake finger fucking my ass and spanking my ass cheeks, Tony sucking my nipples and rubbing my clit and the sheer excitement and shock of it all I was close to cumming, it was building slowly and I knew it was going to be one of the biggest most intense orgasms of my life. I was moaning and bucking on there fingers like a mad woman I needed to cum.

“Look at the dirty fucking cum slut Tony she is gagging for it. You want to cum on our fingers slut, well do you come on speak to us baby”

“I don’t think we should let her cum yet Jake mate, the disobedient slut didn’t answer my fucking question” I was so close to cumming they couldn’t stop now “please don’t stop please im begging you let me come…..masters”

They both laughed then stopped bringing me off “you fucking bastards I yelled”

I had my ass spanked by Jake and my face slapped by Tony at the same time “now you have made me mad Taya you will pay for that slut, said Tony he yanked the nipple ties off my nipples I cried out in pain. “Get the slut down and put her on the bench Jake mate”

I was freed from the cuffs and moved over and laid on what I though was some kind of horse bench both my ankles and arms where tied to the legs of it. Why I didn’t try and struggle and run free when they uncuffed me I don’t know…well I do know I wanted fucking and I wanted fucking bad I was enjoying this and I wanted more. All was silent for what seemed to be ages but must have been just a few minutes then I felt something cold against my cunt hole, they pushed it inside and laughed while they did it, I haven’t a clue what it was but it was fucking huge and was stretching me to the max “o Jesus, fucking hell what the fuck is it” it was pulled out of me hard and I was spanked several times “what have you been told you fucking dirty filthy cum slut you talk when you are spoken to, you are really fucking pissing me off ill fucking show you slut” said Jake I herd what sounded like trousers been opened and pulled down then I felt a cock at the entrance to my ass and forced into me with such force it brought tiers to my eyes, he started pounded my ass so fast and hard I came strait away with a force I had never had before felt I could feel my cum running down my legs. “Well if you can have some so can I laughed Tony. Look at the dirty bitch she is loving every fucking second of this” I then felt my head pulled up by my hair and toys cock at my lips, I opened up and start to suck his cock greedily, he was fucking my face and pushing his cock right to the back of my throat, he was choking me and I was loving every minute of it, I was cumming again, I just couldn’t stop. They were fucking me like I was a piece of meat and I guessed that’s I all was to them, I was theirs for there pleasure to do as they pleased with and the most scary thing of all was I wanted to be their piece of meat I had felt something tonight I had never felt before and I wanted it to carry on I new in my heart that this wouldn’t be the only time this happened I was theirs now to do as they pleased as and when it suited them.

They carried on fucking me like this for a good half hour and I was amazed at there staying power they where both pounding away had my holes hard and fast. I had lost count at the amount of likes I had cum, I was in a world of my own, a world of complete ecstasy. I felt both their cocks start to twitch at the same time they where both about to cum “ you want filling slut you want us to fill your slut holes with cum” said Tony “ well here it fucking comes you cum slut” cried Jake as they both started to pound my holes faster and harder, I felt hot spurts of cum fill my ass and the back of my throat at the same time I was cumming too so hard I think I past out for a few seconds, I came around a little and felt them both pull out of me, I groaned and coughed and just lay there spent, “come on Jake mate lets go and have a beer, im fucking starving too, this slut can wait till we have our energy back again” said Tony then they both walked back us stairs laughing.

I don’t know how long I was left there it felt like hours, I was cold and my ass and jaw where aching but I felt so satisfied, the after glow of a good fuck made me fall asleep I came around and was a little disorientated, then I remembered what had happened and where I was, I was surprised with myself and how much I had enjoyed it and even more surprising I wanted more and started wondering what they would do to me when they came back down. I didn’t have to wait long to find out, I herd foot steps on the stairs, my pussy tingled! They came towards me and pulled the blind fold from my eyes I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked around me and saw what can only be described as a dungeon it was dark and dank with a huge chest of draws with god knows what in, different types and sizes of whips, paddles, nipple clamps and ties and things that I have never seen before hung on the walls they looked scary but it lit a fire inside of me and wanted to know what they all where and what they did. I was excited, curious, a little scared but most of all horny I wanted more and I wanted it now. ”what are you going to do to me” I asked looking up into Tony’s eyes. He started to untie me “now listen to me and listed good you are our slave now you please both me and Jake as and when we please, you will do as we say when we say and if you disobey you will be punished you will call us master at all times understand slut?” I looked into his eyes “yes master”

“that’s a good girl you are learning now im going to let you back upstairs, you will go upstairs and shower there are some things set out for you, you will wear them for us now go slut”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Perhaps I should explain about myself.  I am a 19 year-old college student and involved in a long distance relationship that allows me only a few days a year to get fucked.  Needless to say I spend a lot of time masturbating and in a search for some type of satisfaction, I’ve turned to my fantasies of BDSM to maintain my arousal.  I’ve had some of the best climaxes of my life in my fantasies of nipple torment.  My favorite has been a recurring idea for years and in it I imagine being alive back in the old fashioned puritan days and for some minor offense I an sentenced to the town stocks.  I always picture them in a different way than you might think.  In my mind I am made to strip naked my hands tied behind my back forcing my breast to jut outward for all to see and then I am led naked and exposed throughout the entire town to the town center where they is a special stock just for women.  There is a seat and built into the seat is a huge wooden phallus, blacked from the thick axle grease used to condition and lubricate it before each woman.  As I watch the massive organ is smeared with the tarry lubricant and the two male executioners – at least that is how I view them guide me over to it.  Then placing one arm behind my back and the other under each thigh they lift me up and line up my tiny female opening with the huge wooden cock and then violently shove me down fully impaling me, the huge girth making me scream in pain as it violates my very tight passage.  Then a horizontal stock in lowered securing my hands and neck upright so I appear like a perpetual robbery victim with my hands raised upright.  Finally a smaller stock is slid in front of my chest carefully selected from a variety of available sizes the round openings chosen so that they will be just a little too small for my full breasts and my tender tissue is forced into the opening as the top closes crushing my breasts and forcing them obscenely outward in an exaggerated posture, as if they were being offered to the crowd that surrounds me jeering and mocking me.  By now my breath is coming in ragged gulps and my body covered in perspiration as my tits slowly turn purple.  Finally two huge spring loaded clamps are placed on my nipples crushing them as I scream and scream in pain and pleasure displayed for all the world to see as I suffer and climax over and over like the wicked little whore I am.  Worst is that fact that displaced as I am I can be touched, tortured of abused in anyway my fellow townspeople wish.

 

When I first read my master’s stories they had this same fine quality of suffering and pleasure and I begged him to be my Master even if only long distance and he agreed, but only if our long distance relationship would eventually move on to an in-person encounter.  He understood even if I didn’t that what appeals in fantasy, does not always arouse in reality.  Today my first session is mild by the terms of my fantasies, but my Master wanted me to enjoy my first real time. 

 

I am to take some clothes pins and slowly place four of them on the areolas of my nipples one on each side like the four points of the compass and then leave them in place while I masturbate for ten minutes seeing if I can overcome and pain and climax. 

 

It was a lot harder than I thought but I came once, almost running out of time first.  I removed the pins wondering at the new pain, sharp and acute as the blood found my damaged tissues.  I look at the page I’d printed with my Master’s commands.  Next I am to place on pin on each nipple and masturbate by hand until I am ready to cum and them as I cum, I am to pull them off the tips of my nipples NOT releasing the pressure.  He wrote: THIS WILL HURT SIGNIFICANTLY MY PET.  PLEASE SUFFER FOR THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR ME. I WANT TO HEAR YOUR CRIES OF PAIN AND PLEASURE!

 

I work and work at my climax but they thought of the pain at my peak inhibits me.  As my ten minutes are running out I resort to placing a finger up my asshole, fucking my tightest passage and soon I am over the edge climaxing letting out a small shriek as my sensitive tits are pinched brutally by the releasing pins.  I gasp as my body continues to ride to waves of my shattering orgasm now somehow linked, in fact enhanced by the sharp pain in my ultra-responsive nipples.

 

I am surprised to see my chest coated in perspiration, my nipples glistening in the light as I looked at my Master’s last instruction for the day.  Quickly I gather the material he asked for – somehow he knows intuitively what I have in hand and is skilled as using common household items as bondage tools.  Soon  I have placed an empty hanger in the clothes rod and then hooked the skirt hanger to the empty hanger so that it can hang down level with my nipples.  I slide the stiff metal clamps usually used to hold my leather skirt until they line up with my nipples although I find I am just a fraction of an inch to short so I will have to stand on tip toe if I do not want my nipples stretched too far.  Then I set my timer for ten minutes and I place my favorite pink vibrator in my mouth and getting in position I open the first clamp and place it on my left nipple.  The pain as I release the metal clamp is much stronger than the clothespins and I suck in my breath and try to get the other clamp on before I lose my nerve.  When it is in place both my nipples are crushed buy a strong metal clamp and any movement I make results in them being brutally pulled on by the hanger.  I grab the vibrator desperate to do anything to take my mind off my tormented nipples and standing on my tiptoes I reach the vibrator on my clit.

 

I completely shocked myself by climaxing just moments after making contact and the ten minutes dissolve into a flurry of climaxing over and over as my Master’s control over me forcing me to cum again and again for him.  It is with positive sadness that the timer ends my sexual torture, but the Master was blunt that I had to obey his time restraints to avoid tissue damage on parts he wanted for his pleasure. 

 

So I lay here exhausted and wondering what can be done to me next.  I never cum more than twice at a time and tonight it must have been six or eight times.  Please Master, don’t make me wait long for my next session.

Questions, comments, etc.  Thomascan06@yahoo.com

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

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 11^th 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….