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My Bitchy Hot Niece Denise

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My Bitchy-hot Niece, Denise

By James Pendergrass (www.lulu.com/jmplays)


(Disclaimer:  This is a completely fictitious tale intended solely for adults ages 18 or over.  The author does not advocate the events of this story as a lifestyle preference.  If you or someone you know is in a truly abusive relationship, please seek professional assistance.  The author believes all relationships should be based on love and affection. Please do not reprint or republish this story without the express written consent of James P.  Thank you.)

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Chapter One – No Longer A Little Girl

 

It was meant to be a simple month-long visit while I got my life together.  Thanks to some horrible managerial maneuvers by my banker employer (sub prime loans, etc.) I was out of a job two weeks past my 30th birthday. Never the type to save money, within two months I had serious cash problems.  No longer could I afford my Manhattan luxury apartment.  I needed help.  Mom and Dad weren't an option.  My friends were all either married or unreliable.  I decided that the best person to ask for help was none other than my ex-wife’s sister, Janice.

 

Janice was seven years my senior. Unbeknownst to my ex-wife, my friendship with Janice was based on a mutual fondness that allowed the friendship to survive the end of my marriage.  I had a longtime suspicion that Janice understood my true nature.  We were kindred spirits.  She never held my divorce from Jane (my ex-wife) against me.  I don’t think she and Jane were on the best of terms. 

 

A thin blonde woman of cosmopolitan tastes, Janice had married an investment banker when she was 20. For several years they lived in New York City, where they had a daughter, Denise.  She was an only child.  Eventually the marriage fell apart.  Fortunately Janice made out quite well.  She moved to Westchester County with Denise.  Despite them living only an hour away, I hadn't seen them in five years.  The last time I checked, Denise was an awkward young teenager and Janice was enjoying the millions from her divorce settlement.

 

When I called Janice and told her that I needed a place to stay temporarily until I got back on my feet, she was more than happy to help me out.  As I said, Janice always liked me.  Our relationship was strictly platonic.  I harbored no illusions about any sort of sexual relationship and I don’t think she did either. 

 

In truth, I was terribly embarrassed about the whole thing.  I didn't have enough savings and that's what got me into this mess.  All my money was spent on fancy dinners and high quality dominatrixes in NYC.  Yeah, I should mention that.  Since a young age I had submissive fantasies.  Now the money was gone and I'd have to chill on my penchant for cruel, young humiliatrixes.  Or so I thought.

 

I moved my stuff in on a particularly rainy Saturday in March.  Janice was great.  She gave me a nice room in the corner of their house.  Since it was just she and Denise, there was more than enough room.  The handsome brick house was located in a quiet residential area with tons of trees.  It had a huge yard (several acres) and over 2,500 square feet of living space. 

 

As I unpacked my clothing, I heard a, "Hey Uncle Fred."  I looked up and my eyes nearly popped out of my head.  There was Denise - only it wasn't the awkward adolescent I remembered.  Denise had turned into a sexy, vivacious young woman.  I could see she had retained some of the punkish qualities I remembered about her.  She wore a very short jeans skirt.  It ran way up her thighs, and underneath she had thick black stockings that went down to silly black Converse "Chuck Taylor" all-stars.  That wasn't what caught my attention though.  It was her legs, which had lengthened significantly since I had last seen her.  Now officially a “woman” at age 18, she had inherited her mother's elegant curves.  Her hips had filled in and now framed a lovely, tight, but undeniably feminine midsection.  She wore a faded pink t-shirt on top that looked a size too small.  Like her mom, she was narrow and plump in all the right places.  She had also developed a pair of beautiful little breasts.  They were small in circumference, but they jutted out like big ripe lemons (not melons) in a way that helped confirm her ascension from girlhood to womanhood.  Her hair was not the disaster I remembered it, all spiky in her adolescent years.  Now she had smoothed it all out and put it neatly back in a ponytail.  But I could see she had highlighted the front of it pink, another unfortunate relic from her punk days. 

 

She came right over and gave me a hug, her pointy little breasts pushing against my chest.  I took the opportunity to discreetly inhale her lovely young scent and immediately felt a stirring in my loins.

 

"So, I heard you got shit-canned," she said to my surprise.  "That totally sucks."

 

"Um yeah, it does," I said, embarrassed.

 

"Man, and you're like, 30 now," she said. 

 

I found her words quite bold and somewhat cutting. 

 

"Yep," I said.  "That pretty much sums it up."

 

"Well it's ok.  I'm sure mom will hook you up until you get your shit back together."

 

I couldn't believe her attitude. Although I found her bitchy, she talked down to me in a breezy way that reminded me of one of my favorite humiliatrixes.

 

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you at dinner.  Laters," she said, walking away.

 

I watched that ass as she strode out of my room.  So bubbly and ripe as her hips swung back and forth.  She walked with unnerving confidence and sex appeal.

 

At dinner we made an odd threesome.  Denise had all these questions for me about living in New York - why didn't I have a girlfriend, and what type of job I was looking for.  Janice seemed to have a very laid back attitude with her only child.  She didn't stop her from proceeding with what I thought was a rude line of questioning.  The only exception was at the end of the meal, when Denise said, "So Fred, I just don't get it.  You're a good-looking guy, I mean - for a 30 year old - and you at least HAD a job.  You live in the pussy capital of the world and you don't have a girlfriend.  What gives?"

 

Janice snickered, and then said, "Denise, ENOUGH.  Leave the poor guy alone.  And stop talking like that, would you?  You're a young woman now.”  Yet, Janice was laughing as she said it, not exactly the picture of discipline.

 

"What?" said Denise.  "You mean pussy?"

 

"YES!"

 

"Pussy pussy pussy pussy!" She said, laughing.  "Wet, juicy pussy!  Oh mom, it's just a word."

 

Janice turned to me.  "This is what having a teenage daughter is like.  She's shameless!"  Yet to my surprise, she made no effort to quiet her down.  I think she actually appreciated her daughter’s unfettered confidence.

 

Meanwhile, my cock had stiffened in my pants.  It was such a turn-on to hear this nubile young thing talk such trash.  I had trouble hiding the bulge in my pants while I cleared the dishes.  Fortunately, Janice wasn’t really paying attention, and Denise had raced upstairs after leaving all of her food on the table. 

 

"Oh, you're going to do the dishes?  Isn't that sweet," said Janice.

 

"It's the least I can do, Janice."

 

"Good boy," she said in a ribbing sort of way.

 

Later as I was still cleaning up, Denise bopped into the kitchen to grab a soda.  She saw me wiping down the counters.  "Oh, I see mom has you earning your keep," she giggled.  "When you’re done I'd like you to make my bed and vacuum my floor."  She said it with a total straight face.  It occurred to me she would make a good actress.

 

"Nice try, Denise," I smiled.

 

Then to my shock, she reached out and grabbed my wrist.  "If I want you to do my room, you're going to clean my room.  Do you understand?"  She pointed to the stairs as though she was putting me to the task.  I stared at this young beauty until I saw the corners of her mouth turn upwards in a grin.

 

"Ha ha," I said meekly, feeling my cock begin to stir again.

 

I could have sworn I saw Denise's pretty eyelashes flicker down as she glanced at my crotch before she released my wrist, then wheeled around, and with a "fine, be that way!" she left the kitchen.

 

That night, I spanked off as I thought of my red hot niece.  She was a natural young femdom.  I knew it!  Of course, I couldn't do anything about it, except touch myself.  That much I knew.  I thought of her saying the word "pussy" and I couldn't help imagine what her pussy must look like.  It could only be incredibly healthy - not to mention tight, and juicy.  Janice was a sophisticated lady and I suspected she made sure her only daughter took great care of her vagina.  Just the thought of it all made me explode in a hot orgasm.

 

Friday - the fifth day of my residency in Janice's house - was the initial day of what would turn into the most rapturous weekend of my life.

 

Janice had left that morning for a weekend with a new boyfriend of hers.  Denise had school, or so I thought, until 2:30.  I did some half-hearted job searching in the morning.  Then at noon time I decided it was time to pleasure myself.  The source of my fantasies was no secret.  Denise had amazed me all week long with her sexy sense of fashion and that red hot little body.  Not to mention, she was a sassy, loud-mouthed young cunt that wasn't afraid to say whatever came to her mind.  She flirted with me constantly.  Thursday I had gone out for a mid afternoon jog and when I returned, I pulled off my shirt to wipe off the sweat.  I didn't notice Denise sitting on the porch with a couple of hottie friends of hers. 

 

"Whoa, Uncle Fred, looking hot!" she said, drawing giggles from her gal pals.  "We need to do something about the chest hair but that ass is looking quite shapely!"

 

"Denise," I said.  "Easy."

 

She ignored me and stuck her fingers in her mouth to make a whistling sound.  "Come on, Uncle Fred," she said.  "Wiggle that nice butt for me and my girlfriends."

 

I could feel myself begin to stiffen.  With no protection, I hurried inside.  To my surprise Denise followed me.  "Wait, Fred," she said.  "Where are you going?  I want to introduce you to my friends."

 

Now I had some serious tenting going on.  I raced upstairs.  "Wait!  I heard her yell.  What is the matter with you?"

 

"Not now, Denise," I said, locking the bathroom door behind me. 

 

Thinking back to yesterday, that was a serious close call.  But now I had the place to myself and was going to seriously enjoy a good whack-session.  Denise wasn't scheduled back home for several hours.  I had the opportunity I was waiting for - it was time to investigate her room. 

 

Inside, it was unusually messy for a girl's room.  In terms of colors, everything was either pink or black.  Her pink bedspread was a mess.  She had posters of famous and not so famous rockers, like Madonna, Gwen Stefani, and Liz Phair.  The room had that wonderful feminine smell.  She had a half-full box of tampons on her bureau and several wrappers next to them.  For some reason this caused me to spring an instant hard-on.  I opened her drawers until I found what I had been looking for - her panties.  To my great joy, she had a surprisingly refined taste in feminine undergarmentry.  Most of her panties were various shades of pink, but she had lovely turquoise panties and some light yellow pairs as well.  They all were quite lacy.  I looked at her laundry hamper and found a used pair of pink panties.  I stuck my nose in there and inhaled deeply.  It was a strong, musky scent, but I could swear from the smell that my suspicions were right, and she took great care of her prized vagina.

 

Now I desperately needed to jerk it.  But first I wanted to check out her shoes.  I loved female footwear and was thrilled to see that she didn't just wear Chuck Taylor All Stars.  She had a hot pair of black leather boots, as well as several pairs of fashionable pumps.  But the shoes that caught my eye were a pair of strappy pink open-toed sandals.  She wore a small size and the sandals were just so sexy, so feminine.

 

I had a serious ballbusting fetish.  I loved the idea of getting my nuts knocked rudely around by a hot, unforgiving piece of female ass.  There was just something about being made to suffer for the sole purpose of female entertainment.  

 

Acting on these dirty thoughts, I sat on Denise's rug with my back against her bed.  I pulled down my sweatpants and bunched them around my legs.  Then, I spread my legs.  With one hand I began to stroke myself and with the other I took one of Denise's pink sandals and began banging the tip against my balls.  I imagined Denise was standing above me talking trash in her hot outfit while beating my balls (and thus, me) senseless as I suffered beneath her.  

 

It must have been the sights and smells of her room.  Whatever the case was, I soon found myself deep in subspace, and a wonderful orgasm was boiling up from my loins.  I was experiencing so much pleasure I decided to hold off on coming.  Pre-cum oozed from the purple engorged head of my cock.  I was so fixated on my fantasy that I failed to hear anything.  Or maybe she was just so quiet.

 

Suddenly I heard a high-pitched voice: "What the fu-  Oh my gawd!"  I whirled around and there was Denise standing behind me to my right.  She had her hand over her mouth, and I could swear she was concealing a big grin.

 

I immediate threw down her shoe and in one fluid motion yanked my pants up around my throbbing dick.  Only it didn't work out so well.  My left foot slipped out of my pants; so when I tried to pull my pants up I could only pull up the right pant leg.  This left me red-faced and still exposed, with my dick sticking straight up in the air in plain view of my astonished little niece.  Now I just decided to hightail it out of there.

 

Denise was so stunned that she didn't stop me from running out of her room.  Then I heard her shout, "You totally just got busted, PERVERT!" followed by "Wait, Uncle Fred, we need to talk about this."

 

I didn't want to talk about anything.  I felt foolish and incredibly embarrassed.  Not to mention, I could only imagine what Janice would say when/if she found out.  I was devastated.  It occurred to me that I could end up in jail for this!  I ran back to my room and slammed the door.  Then I hiked my undies and sweatpants up over my hips and sat on the bed.  I put my head in my hands as I tried to figure out my next move.

 

Before I could even catch my breath the door opened and there was Denise.  She looked blazingly hot.  She was wearing her favorite short jeans skirt.  She had on a little pink see-through silky button down and beneath it I could see her little titties held by a white bra.  Instead of her Chuck Taylors she wore little white running shoes.  She had her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face.

 

"Denise, leave me alone.  I'm sorry.  I fucked up."

 

"I'm not going anywhere," she said.  "Look, Fred, if it makes you feel any better, I've suspected since we saw each other the other day that you were a perv.  Call it my female sixth sense.  I saw you trying to hide your little boner the other day when I was mocking your chest hair."  She waited for me to react.

 

"Ok, maybe I got a little excited, but"

 

"There was no maybe about it, Fred.  I have the power to make you hard.  Just admit it."

 

"Ok, fine, I admit it. " 

 

"I knew it," she said.  "I can smell the perverts a mile away.  It's not a big deal.  You can't help it."

 

"You aren't making me feel any better," I said.

 

"Oh bullshit," she laughed.  "Why not just admit, you like it when I talk to you this way.  I know all about guys like you, Uncle Fred.  You're a pussy whipped pervert.  I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you the other day.  You love it when a young woman like me bosses you around and makes you do stupid things.  Lord only knows how many boners you've popped in my presence over the past week.  I can practically make you erect by snapping my little fingers."  For emphasis, she did that very thing, and sure enough I could feel myself stiffen up. 

 

"I-" I began to stutter.

 

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, laughing, and snapping her fingers again.  "I saw what you were doing with my shoe.  You were pretending I was kicking your balls.  I know you'd just love to be humiliated by me.  Just admit it."

 

This girl was making a lot of sense.  "Denise, I mean, I guess it's true, but this is crazy!  You're my niece for goodness sakes."

 

"So what?" She asked.  "It’s not like I’m going to let you lay a finger on me.  My clothes stay on.  Plus, it’s not as though we’re related by blood or anything.”

 

“But still, it’s not right,” I protested meekly.

 

“Fuck that,” she said crassly.  Look, jerkoff, mom is gone for the weekend and that means we're going to have some fun.  Or at least I'm going to have some fun with you.  It's confession time, Fred."

 

"Don't you have to be back in school?"

 

"Fuck School!" she said.  "I'm a senior and this is much more important anyhow.  Like I said, confession time, Fred.  Time for you to take your sweatpants off and time for me to drag your ass back to my room and teach you a few lessons you will NEVER forget."

 

“But Janice would never forgive me.”

 

“As long as my clothing stays on – and make no mistake about it; you will never see me in the flesh - my mom won’t care, and it doesn’t matter because she isn’t going to find out.  Your perversions will remain our little secret.”

 

I felt myself weakening again.  This was like a dream come true.  Who cared that it was my niece, really?  A part of me knew it was probably wrong but I felt stronger forces take hold.  I stood and began to remove my sweats.

 

Denise began laughing.  "Look at the PERVERT do exactly what his little niece tells him to do!  This is going to be sooooo much fun."

 

With that, I was naked and my cock was throbbing.  “Hard already,” she said victoriously.  “I knew it!”  Denise simply reached out with her little hand and grabbed me by my dick, then dragged me back to her room.  "Don't even THINK about splooging until I tell you to," she said.

 

My head was absolutely spinning as this self-confident little lioness marched me back to her den.  She released my dick and plopped down onto her bed.  "Now, it's time for you to confess to me, you trespassing panty sniffer!  On your knees in front of me."  She pointed to the floor.

 

I couldn't believe this.  Denise was more confident and more naturally controlling than just about any NYC Dom I'd ever come across. 

 

"Time for the ground rules," she said.  "Just because your ugly penis is on display for my viewing pleasure doesn't mean you are EVER going to see my vadge, or my tits.  Got it?"

 

"Yes," I said.

 

"I figured that wouldn't be a big deal for a perv like you.  You'll have to imagine what I look like without any clothing on because it's none of your fucking business.  I don’t fuck 30-year-old perverts with small penises anyhow.  And it's 'Princess Denise' to you."

 

"Yes, Princess Denise."

 

"Good.  Now, time for you to confess all your perversions.  And I want to hear EVERYTHING.  But first, let me put on these sandals since you seem to love them so much."

 

She removed her sneakers and threw on her hot pink sandals.  I was in heaven. 

 

For the next fifteen minutes, I confessed all my fantasies to her.  I told her how I liked to be subjugated and humiliated by women.  I told her how I wanted to be kicked in the balls, and spit on, and verbally degraded.  I told her I wanted her to take me over her lap and spank my naked ass with a hairbrush.  I told her how I wanted her to force me to masturbate for her and to have her force me to eat my own cum.  To this, she threw her head back and began laughing her ass off.  "Wow, you really are a sick fuck," she said.  I went on to tell her how I wanted her to boss me around and make me her personal little puppet, her male dog. 

 

The whole time, I could see the signs of recognition in those pretty eyes of hers.  As I relayed my fantasies, she asked intelligent follow-up questions.

 

In the end, she contemplated for a while before saying.  "Well, Fred, I'm going to make your fantasy a reality.  But understand I am like God to you from now on.  Your entire purpose in this household will be to service all of my needs without question.  You are now my personal male slave.  Do you understand?"

 

"Yes Princess Denise."

 

"Good.  Well, then let's get started.  I'll bet you want to finish your little masturbation routine for me, don't you?"

 

"Yes Princess Denise."

 

"Well, we're going to do it my way.  Put your legs up over your head and jerk off on your own face, ha ha ha!"

 

I immediately complied with her command, which caused her to laugh even harder.  "You are such a fucking fool!" she said.

 

I strained to keep my balance as Denise disappeared momentarily.  She returned and then sat above me on the bed.  "Looks like you need some lubrication," she said.  With that she spit a couple of big wads of saliva.  One landed on my dick and the other trickled down to my face.  "Say thank you!" she said laughing.

 

"Thank you, Princess Denise," I grunted. 

 

She then put her sandal on my balls and began jiggling them back and forth as I struggled to maintain my balance.  I grunted from the combination of pain and pleasure.  "Look at you," she said.  "I'm totally fucking you up."

 

I began to feel the onset of an incredibly intense orgasm.  "I'm gonna cum!" I grunted.

 

"Oh good, time for the splooge fireworks.  Come on, jerky boy, put on a big creamy show for me!" she said gleefully.  I looked up and she had pulled out a digital camera and was snapping off photos of me just before I began shooting a big load of sperm all over my face.

 

"Yeah ha hah!  Jerk it out!  Defile your own face like an obedient little pussy puppet!" 

 

I felt as though I might faint as spurt after spurt came splashing down on my face. 

 

"The girls are gonna LOVE this!  Look at you!  My Uncle, the perverted cum-slut." she said, to my alarm.  I was in no position to do a thing about it.  Finally, last drops out, I relaxed my body and lay on the ground at the feet of my niece/princess.

 

What I didn't realize is that Denise was intent on making my humiliation complete.  She immediately stuck one of her beautiful sandals in my face and began scooping up chunks of my sperm off my cheeks.  "Clean up time.  BEG me for the rest of your splooge!" she ordered. 

 

"Please let me have the rest of my meal," I said, not really meaning it.

 

"C'mon, loser!" she said.  "Beg louder!  Act like you really mean it.  Stick that tongue out or I will never humiliate you again and I'll just ignore your loser ass for the rest of the summer."

 

That was more than enough motivation for me.

 

"Please, oh please, let me gobble my cum for you, superior mistress Denise."

 

"That's it," she said.  And with that she crammed her foot as far into my mouth as it would go.  "Gobble gobble!  Clean all the little spermies off my shoe, loser.”  She laughed and laughed.

 

I didn't like how she had begun calling me a loser, but my dick must have liked it because I was hard again.

 

"Now, get my hairbrush off my dresser and get on all fours."

 

I did as I was told. 

 

"Normally, I'd take you over my knee like you were a bad little stepchild," she said.  "But I don't want that leaky spent penis to even touch my expensive clothing."

 

She climbed up onto my back and straddled me.  I felt her hot vaginal hump on my naked back and it turned me on.  But then she leaned forward and began paddling my ass with ferocity.  "Bad boy!" she said.  "You're going to learn to RESPECT your young princess."  She really laid into me.  It hurt a lot and soon I was whining and telling her that I'd learned my lesson.  I could even begin to feel a few tears.  She stopped and then ordered me to stand.  Then she marched me in front of her mirror and there I was, naked, with a well spanked bottom as my 18-year-old niece stood proudly next to me.  She gave each cheek a few extra stinging slaps with the hairbrush, which caused me to dance with pain and put my hands on my ass.

 

"Don't you DARE cover up," she said.  She grabbed my balls with her free hand and held me in place as she gave me a dozen more hard spanks, alternating cheeks.  She spanked hard!  Now the tears came out.  I wasn't crying out loud, but the pain was intense.  "Please, oh, I'm sorry!" I said as she laid into me.  My arms shook as they instinctively went to cover my ass, but her pressure on my balls told me they weren't to move.  I looked like an idiot.   Finally she put the brush down and smiled sweetly at me.  "It's fun making you suffer.  What do you say?"

 

"Thank you, Princess Denise."

 

"I need to go run a few errands," she said, grabbing her car keys.  "You can clean my room and make my bed.  I'll be checking your work later.  Also, don't even TOUCH your penis when I'm not around.  All of your masturbatory sessions are to be supervised by me from now on.  Let's just say you're going to become quite familiar with the taste of your own spunk if you haven't already.  Oh, and stay the FUCK out of my panty drawer and don't touch my shoes.  Got it, loser?"

 

"Yes Princess Denise." 

 

"Good.  And no clothing for you while you're in my house.  That way I can do THIS."  With two fingers of one hand, she daintily picked up my now semi-flaccid penis.  The motion caused my balls to surge forward from between my legs just in time for the arrival of her other hand, which smacked my deflated gonads soundly and sent me crumpling to my knees.

 

"Oh wait, one more thing I need to do," she said.  She had a bunch of equestrian ribbons that she had won in some kind of riding competition from her younger days.  She picked out a pink ribbon that said "fifth place" on it.  It had a string hanging from it.

 

"Come,” she said, gesturing with her finger with the confidence of a mature woman, not moving until I stood in front of her.  “This is very fitting," she said, wrapping the ribbon neatly around my cock and balls and then tightening it uncomfortably around the base of my package.  It felt so amazing to be handled this way by her.  As she finished the delicate job, my cock inflated to full mast.  

 

She giggled and said, "So...fucking...OWNED."  Then she turned, and headed down the stairs.  Before leaving, she turned and look up to me.  “We’ll pick this up soon.  Real soon.”    (For the entire Novel and others like it, visit www.lulu.com/jmplays or www.cafeboudoir.com)

 

 

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Surrender

Dear reader, some bits may be a bit dry due to storyline or a bit rough but please read all the way through to fully understand both before making judgment. This story spans a few years so there’s a lot to cover but take note that this is about complete submission to one true master, partner and lover the road to achieve it may be long, painful, and passionate but in the end the submissive will trust the every command and pleasure in the pain given. Thank you and hope you enjoy. ;)

CHAPTER ONE
The Party: Intro

“Beth, you coming to my party?” It was her father’s voice on her answering machine that finally roused her from sleep. “You better be here, girl. I’m tired of you staying away. You call me back.” The line disconnected. Beth sighed as she opened her eyes. She woul

Sex Games

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Sex Games
-- by jessicablank
 
Mistress Elizabeth watched Todd walk through the door.  Sitting regally in her chair, she slapped her leather paddle against her hand.  The impact stung a bit, but seeing Todd flinch at the impact was worth it.  "You're late," she said.
 
Todd looked at his watch, caught off guard.  "No, I'm not, Mistress -- I'm..."
 
"Did I hear correctly, slave?"  Mistress Elizabeth's voice was threatening.  "Did you just contradict me?"

Flustered, now, Todd replied, "No, Mistress, I was just--"
 
"The forbidden word, slave!"  Mistress Elizabeth slapped her palm again.
 
Todd dropped onto the floor, kneeling, head bo

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wed.  His arms rose, outstretched, crossed at the wrists as if bound.  The position he assumed without thought, without resistance.  "I am sorry, Mistress!  I have been a bad, bad slave.  Please forgive me, Mistress."
 
"Forgive?"  The tone of Mistress Elizabeth's voice was just below complete outrage.  "Late in arriving, one demerit."
 
Todd winced, knowing this would cost him in punishment, very soon.
 
"Uttering the forbidden word... NO!" Mistress Elizabeth continued.  Todd cowered, hearing the word from Mistress' lips, already feeling pain from the word itself.  Pain she had conditioned into him, as a Pavlovian response.  His mind refused to remember the extended whippings, the repeated shouts of the forbidden word, his cries and whimpers -- it refused to remember, but the pain was there.  The aversion was there.  He could not help himself.  "THREE demerits!"
 
Todd began shaking, trying not to imagine what his punishment might be.
 
"But... I am in a merciful mood tonight, slave," Mistress Elizabeth smiled.  Todd was not sure he felt relieved at the sight of that smile.  "Still, I am going to change our plans for this evening."

Todd's weeks in chastity were supposed to have been at end, and he had been hoping for Mistress to grant his aching cock the relief of an orgasm -- even a tiny one.  Even if it meant hours of being whipped, and licking Mistress' pussy, and tonguing her ass, and obeying her every demeaning command...  And now...  Now it was all changed.  Something else was going to happen.  He felt the cock cage squeezing tighter around his penis -- so sensitive and yet so numb, after all the weeks of being locked up.
 
"Yes, Mistress," he replied -- and bowed to the floor, touching his forehead to the hardwood surface.  His arms remained outstretched, and the jacket of his suit felt tight around his arms and shoulders.  Still, he waited for Mistress Elizabeth's next command.
 
"Instead of our planned activities for this evening," she continued, "I want to do something... simple.  I want to play a game."  She leaned forward, gently slapping her hand once more, enjoying that Todd flinched at the sound.  She sat up straight in her chair, and said, "We're going to play... checkers!"
 
Todd felt confused.  He was certain he'd heard it wrong.  "Checkers, Mistress?"
 
"That's right.  You'll be red, and I'll be black."  Another slap of the paddle.  Todd shook.  "Go to the hall closet and bring out the checker set."
 
Todd stood up, and almost ran down the hall, to the end, and opened the doors.  He looked up to the left, finding the Monopoly game, the boxes of playing cards, the poker chips.  Finally, his eyes landed on the box with the checker and chess games.  He pulled the box out, and trotted down the hallway.  In a few minutes, he had set up the checkerboard, and the flat, coin-shaped game pieces, the red pieces all at his end of the board.  Todd hovered over the table, not sure what to do next.  Mistress was seated at one side, and an empty chair was at the other -- where his red pieces were.  But he knew better than to assume he had permission to sit.
 
Mistress reached out and swatted Todd's ass with the paddle.  "Strip, slave!  Clothes off -- NOW!"  Todd hastily began unbuttoning his jacket, draping it on the chair, unzipping his pants, removing his shirt.  Soon, he was setting aside his shoes and socks, with his underwear folded carefully on top, in the corner, against the wall.

"Sit down, slave," she commanded.  Todd sat, not sure what to do next.  Mistress Elizabeth shifted the board around, centering it on the table.  She looked up at him, holding the leather paddle in one hand.  There was no smile on her face.  Something was up.
 
"Your move," Mistress commanded.
 
Todd looked at the board.  The opening move in checkers -- there weren't all that many choices.  He pushed a red piece toward the center of the board, diagonally.
 
"One square," Mistress announced, "one swat.  Stand up and bend over, slave."
 
Todd looked at the board.  What had he gotten into?  He rose from the chair and bent over, presenting his bottom to Mistress.  THWACK!!  Her leather paddle hit his buttocks firmly, almost making him grunt with surprise.
 
"Sit down, slave," Mistress said.
 
Todd turned around, looking at Mistress Elizabeth, feeling confused -- but aroused at the same time.  His cock thickened inside the tight chastity, hurting a little.  Todd sat down -- though his bottom felt sore, and the chair chafed against his skin.
 
Mistress Elizabeth moved a black piece toward his red piece, the one he had first moved.  Blocking any further movement.  "On your knees, slave.  Kiss my foot."
 
Todd immediately dropped to the floor, and crawled next to the table, positioning his face over Mistress' right foot.  He was delighted that she was wearing sandals, out of which she could easily slip, exposing her long, smooth toes with the red painted nails.  He kissed the sensitive spot on the top of her foot, between the big toe and the second toe.  Lingering there, letting the warmth of his mouth soak into her skin, gently brushing his lips against her foot.  Then he planted a second kiss a little higher on her foot, more to the center, hearing her moan quietly at the sensation.
 
"Enough, slave.  Back in the chair.  Your move."
 
Todd felt disoriented.  Oh, yes -- the checker game.  He'd completely forgotten it, in his ecstasy of kissing Mistress' foot.  Todd rose quickly, bumping his right shoulder on the edge of the table, feeling incredibly clumsy.  He stood, realizing his cock was beginning to ache inside the tiny cage.  He bit his lower lip for a moment, and levered himself back into the chair, as Mistress had commanded.  He pushed a second red piece forward, leaving the first one protected.
 
"Another square, another swat," Mistress announced.  "Stand up, slave."  Todd stood.  "Turn around."  He presented his backside to Mistress for another swat.  There was a moment's delay, and then the sudden impact of her leather paddle on his skin -- forcing a tiny squeal from Todd's throat.  "Sit down again... slave," Mistress commanded.
 
Todd sat, shaking a little.  And watched as Mistress Elizabeth moved a different black piece toward his red one -- leaving an empty space behind it.
 
"On the floor," she commanded.  Todd dropped on all fours, as Mistress Elizabeth spread her legs wide.  "Nuzzle my pussy, slave."
 
Todd crawled forward, and pushed his face against Mistress Elizabeth's crotch, under her raised skirt.  Of course, she wore no panties, as usual during their sessions.  He pressed his nose along the cleft of her pussy, breathing slowly out through his nose, warming her skin.  He circled down and to the left, trailing the tip of his nose up the space between her thigh and her outer labia, then circling over her shaved mound.  Then down to the right and up again, along the other thigh.  He was about to press his nose directly against her cleft, when Mistress commanded, "Back in the chair, slave.  Your move."
 
Todd scrambled backwards on the floor, truly shaking now.  He rolled back and stood, then dropped his aching bottom onto the chair, surprised at how sore he felt back there.

He looked at the board, and saw Mistress' piece diagonal from his, with an empty space behind it.  A little uncertain about the consequences, Todd looked up at Mistress.
 
"You know the rules," she said.  "If you can jump, you MUST jump."  She stared at Todd, silently daring him to contradict her.  But the slave knew better.  He lifted the red piece, placed it on the board behind hers, and removed the black one, setting it aside on the table.
 
"Two squares... TWO swats!" Mistress Elizabeth announced.
 
Todd stood, presenting his red, sore bottom.
 
"Not on the rear, this time, slave," said Mistress.  "Turn around and face me."
 
Confused, Todd turned, his hands still clasped together, not knowing what to expect.
 
Mistress pointed her paddle at him.  "Hands behind you, slave."  And Todd moved his hands, his right hand grabbing two of the fingers of his left.  "Look down!" Mistress commanded.  "I did not give you permission to look at my face."  Todd stared down at the floor, his cock so tight in the chastity.
 
THWACK!  THWACK!  A hard blow across the top of his left thigh, another across the top of his left.  Todd's eyes filled with tears at the pain.  He tried to suppress a moan, but found himself sobbing for a moment, unable to stop.  Mistress waited, while Todd composed himself, and began to shuffle backward, and started to sit down again.
 
"Did I tell you to sit down, slave?" asked Mistress.
 
"N-- " Todd began, then caught himself before uttering the dreaded word.  "You did not, Mistress."  He resumed standing straight, his buttocks and thighs burning, cock aching.
 
"You took one of my pieces," Mistress Elizabeth accused.
 
It's part of the rules, Todd thought.  But he answered, "Yes, Mistress."
 
"What should be your punishment, for taking one of your Mistress' game pieces?"  She stood up, and approached Todd closely.  She pressed the edge of the paddle under his chin, pushing upwards.  "Look at me, slave."  Todd looked into her eyes.  "What sort of punishment should you receive?"

Todd was shaking, afraid that saying the wrong thing would earn him even more severe pain than getting it right.  "I...  I don't know, Mistress."
 
She trailed the edge of the paddle down Todd's neck, down the center of his chest, pressing it gently against his navel.  "You... don't... know..."  She drew the paddle back, as if getting ready for a swing at his face, and Todd's eyes went wide.  The Mistress Elizabeth lifted her other hand, holding up a small, black box, with two electrodes at one end.  She showed it to Todd, letting him see the small, metal prods glitter in the light.  Then she lowered her hand to his crotch, pressed the box against his balls under the chastity, and pressed the button.
 
Waves of intense pain throbbed through his balls, and Todd screamed, expelling the breath he had been holding without realizing it.  He lost all count of time, of how long the electrical sparks shot through his groin, but it seemed to go on forever.  Suddenly, Mistress Elizabeth pulled the box away, and Todd began to cry, shaking -- as Mistress casually walked back to her chair and sat down.

"Sit, slave!"  She reached out to the board, and moved another black piece, giving Todd another opening to jump -- straight to her side of the board.

Gasping for breath, Todd sat, and examined the board, realizing his was the next move.  He reached out to the red piece, ready to jump again.  Afraid of the consequences.
 
"Not yet, slave!  I just moved a square.  Time to pleasure your mistress.  On your knees again, and over here," she pointed.
 
Todd slipped off the chair, feeling the edge scrape against his sore bottom.  He shuffled forward on his knees, not sure if he should be crawling.  Mistress did not correct him.  And when he arrived at her chair, she unzipped her top, exposing her breasts.
 
"The left nipple -- SUCK!"
 
Todd leaned forward, his mouth opening...
 
"Not that way, slave!  MY left!"
 
Suddenly, Todd found Mistress' knee pressed firmly against his balls.  Not roughly -- but meaning business.  His mind was going fuzzy, it was hard to think.  He shook his head, trying to clear the fog, then thought a moment, and leaned to his right.  His lips closed around the large, soft nipple.  Teasing and sucking.  Feeling it harden inside his mouth.  He sucked, and then dared to scrape the edge of his teeth -- gently -- over the skin of Mistress' nipple.  Her moans told him she was enjoying the sensation.
 
"Enough, slave."  Mistress reached up with both hands, and pushed Todd's head away.
 
He crawled backwards, stood, and sat again, feeling the chair on his sore buttocks.  He began to reach for the red piece again, afraid of what might happen next.  Then Todd pulled back, folded both hands in his lap, and begged, "Please, Mistress, I don't want to play any more."

Mistress Elizabeth leaned her elbows on the table, smiling.  "Honesty, at least.  Good.  I don't want you holding any secrets from me."  She leaned back in her chair.  "But I never said you had a choice, whether to play or not."
 
Todd felt the floor drop out from under him.  His jaw dropping open, he leaned toward the board again, reaching for the piece.

"And," said Mistress, "in case you have any expectations of minimizing your punishment..."
 
Todd looked up, though he had not been given permission to look in Mistress' face.
 
"I want to make sure you play a good game."  She smiled even more broadly.  "I want you to play to win."
 
"Yes, Mistress," Todd replied, prepared to obey.

"And to sweeten the victory..."  The dominatrix reached into a pocket in her skirt and withdrew a shiny metal object.  She held it up, dangling it in front of Todd, at her end of the board.  The key to his cock cage.
 
"Mistress?..." Todd began, not sure what to ask.

She swung the key back and forth... watching his eyes follow...  "Yes, if you win the game, I'll unlock you -- for tonight..."  Then she withdrew the key, and put it back in the pocket.  "But if you lose...  I'll leave you locked up for an extra four weeks."
 
Todd's cock throbbed with pain, inside the tight lock.  "Yes, Mistress."
 
"You want to win... don't you?" she said.
 
"Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy.  Now, make your move."

Todd reached out to the red piece, and lifted it.  Jumping over Mistress' black piece to the back row.  He picked up the black piece, set it aside.  Remembering the punishments that Mistress had administered so far.  He looked down at the table, again remembering his place as a slave.  His voice quavered when he said the words that he MUST say:  "King me."
 
Mistress Elizabeth lifted the red checker, then took one of the discarded black checkers and placed it underneath, stacking the two together, with the red checker on top.  Now Todd's piece was the most powerful one on the board, able to move forward and backward.
 
Todd waited for Mistress' next command, afraid to imagine what she would do next.
 
"Go to the wall, and retrieve the riding crop, slave," she said.
 
When Todd returned, Mistress administered one blow to each testicle, making it so hard for him to stand.  She gently stroked the tip of the riding crop under Todd's balls, cooing, "That's two swats for two squares."  She leaned forward, and gently blew into Todd's ear, nibbling his earlobe.  "Now... for taking another of your Mistress' pieces... I want you to kneel on the floor, in a little ball."
 
Todd dropped to the floor, curling up, his hands balled into loose fists, held closely against his chest.  Click... click... click...  He could hear Mistress' boots, as she walked around him...  Around to his right... then by his head...  Trailing the riding crop down his back, between his shoulder blades.  Then walking past his left side... trailing the crop down between his ass cheeks...  Oh, God, not his balls again!  Then THWACK! THWACK! she struck two hard blows on the soles of his feet.  THWACK!  again, and THWACK! again.  Over and over, making Todd's feet feel like they were on fire!  The pain was so intense, he only realized Mistress had stopped when she shouted at him.
 
"Get up!" Mistress commanded.

Todd stood.

"Sit down," she said.  And Todd limped over to his chair, barely able to walk.  He slumped into it, panting, trying to remember whose turn it was.
 
Mistress pushed another black checker forward, directly in the path of his king.  Was she "throwing" the game?  Todd could barely think.  He started to reach for his king, when he realized again that he should be waiting for a command to pleasure Mistress.  He hardly heard her voice, as she commanded him to lie on the floor, face up.  In a moment, she was lowering her smooth, round ass on top of his face, cutting off his air, commanding him to push his tongue deeper into her ass, while her riding crop trailed up his left thigh... then up his right thigh...  So hard to think... seeing stars flashing...  His tongue deep into her warm hole...  Todd licked... and wiggled his tongue... again forgetting all about the checker game...  Then suddenly, Mistress' bottom lifted, and Todd exhaled, almost explosively, and gasped in a deep breath of fresh air.
 
"Up, slave," Mistress commanded.  "Sit down, and make your next move!"
 
And so the game continued.  The long, slow game of checkers.  Move by move, Todd alternated between pleasuring Mistress -- with his mouth, with his hands, licking, kneading, massaging, sucking -- and receiving so many different kinds of pain.  More strokes with the riding crop, slow crushing of his balls, a spiked wheel down all the most sensitive parts of his skin, and the whip -- stroke after stroke, on his ass, on his thighs, on his back.  Till, finally, shaking and barely able to see through the tears, Todd jumped his red king over Mistress' final black piece, and removed it from the board.
 
He stared down at the board, unthinking, the chair digging into his sore buttocks, the floor burning on his aching feet.  He waited, shivering.  Inhaling deeply, and shuddering as he blew out each breath.
 
Todd heard a scratching.  A scrape of something hard across the surface of the checker board.  And Mistress' hand entered his field of vision, now a narrow tunnel of light through the pain, pushing the key toward him.  Todd did not recognize it at first.
 
"You won, slave," Mistress said.  "Todd, can you hear me?  You won."
 
Todd stared at the key.  Then two thoughts finally met inside his head, and he reached forward, taking the key from Mistress Elizabeth's hand.  She let him take it, easily.  And he sat still, trying to remember what to do next.
 
"You may now unlock your chastity, slave -- only for tonight."
 
"Thank you, Mistress," Todd muttered.  He reached down to his crotch with the key, fumbling for a moment, and inserted it into the lock.  A simple turn, and click, and the lock slipped out, letting him open the cock cage and set it aside on the table.

"Stand up, and turn around," Mistress said.
 
Todd stood, feeling dazed.  His cock felt so strange, so cold out of the chastity.  So light, with the weight and the confinement removed.  He barely noticed Mistress moving around -- but he felt her wrapping the cuffs around his thighs, then the cuffs around his wrists.  The click-click of locks finally brought Todd out of his daze, and he realized that his hands had been locked at his sides, well away from his newly-liberated penis.
 
"Mistress...?" Todd began to ask.
 
"I said you could unlock your cock, slave," Mistress replied, "not that you could stroke it."
 
Mistress Elizabeth demonstrated, by squeezing her hand around Todd's cock, so very gently, and pulling from the base to the tip.  Reminding him of the sensation -- it had been so long!  He felt ready to cum, instantly -- but she let go of his cock, and took hold of his chin.
 
"Look at me, slave."

Todd looked into her eyes.
 
"You're going to sleep on your back, tonight.  No sheets or blankets.  NOTHING is to touch your cock -- do you understand?"
 
"Yes, Mistress," Todd nodded.
 
"Good boy," she replied.  "In the morning, I'll put your chastity back on for you, before releasing your hands."  She traced her fingertip around his lips, causing his cock to leap upwards, the pressure so instantly increasing.
 
"Would you like to be able to stroke it?" Mistress asked.

Todd shook, and his hips began to thrust forward, automatically.  "Yes, Mistress!  Please, Mistress, let me--"
 
"Shhhhhhhh!" Mistress said, pressing her finger against Todd's lips, sealing them.  "You're going to have to EARN that privilege, slave -- by playing another game.  Tomorrow night.  Would you like that?"
 
Todd shivered again, fear and lust warring inside his head, inside his body.  He found himself answering, "Yes, Mistress."  The words came with so little thought, now.
 
"When I was a little girl, I was very good at... marbles!  Would you like to play marbles with me, slave?"
 
"Yes, Mistress."  More and more automatic.
 
"Good.  Of course, every time you hit my marbles, you get to keep them."  She trailed her fingers down Todds chest, around his torso, around the bound arm, to his back, and down the cleft of his ass.  "I have some very special plans, on WHERE you will get to them."  She laughed, quietly.  "And I have a VERY big bag of marbles."
 
Todd's buttocks clenched together, involuntarily.  Still, his resistance was non-existent for now.  "Yes, Mistress," he replied.
 
"Come to bed now, slave," Mistress said, pulling on Todd's arm.  "Before you fall asleep, Mistress needs a good licking.  You'll get to smell my juices on your face all night long.  Won't that be nice?"  She hugged his arm closely.  "Doesn't it feel so good, to have your cock out of that tight cage?"

Todd walked side by side with Elizabeth, toward their bedroom, no longer thinking words.  Simply reacting to the mental images of licking Mistress' slick, wet pussy.  "Yes, Mistress."  Hands at his sides, mind in neutral, ready to serve.  The perfect, obedient slave.  Not even thinking about that big bag of marbles, and how the little, cool spheres would feel as they were pushed one by one, up inside him.  Tomorrow's game.  That was tomorrow's game.

"Yes, Mistress."  Tonight was yes, Mistress.
 
Yes, Mistress.


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Making Michelle A Sex Slave Chapter 2

ragnar38 on BDSM Stories

 

Unexpected Fun In The Office

Chapter 2

     Michelle left Derek’s house and headed back to her place.  She was shocked, and strangely aroused, by everything that just happened.  Her ass was sore but the pain wasn’t as bad as she actually thought it was.  Just thinking about it was starting to make her pussy wet again.

     Once she got home she removed her dress a

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nd bra and the black high heals that Derek made her wear.  When she looked over at the mirror next to her she could see some of the welts left from the straps on the flogger.  Gently she slid her fingers over the welts, feeling every raised area that the straps had made.  The areas of the welts were sore to the touch of her fingers but the pain had already started to subside.

     Michelle really wanted to take a shower but since she wasn’t supposed to remove the other garments she washed the parts of her body that weren’t covered and then she went to bed.

     When Michelle woke the next morning she had to forget about her usual morning walk.  There was no way she was going to walk around the neighborhood in high heals.  She wasn’t worried about the fishnet stockings because they would have been covered by sweat her pants.  Michelle went and put on a black skirt and white long sleeved blouse that she left the top two buttons undone.  She was proud of her breasts and didn’t mind leaving some to be viewed by her male coworkers.  Finally she put on the shoes that he told her to wear today.

     Michelle headed over to Derek’s at 6:25 that morning.  She wanted to make sure that she was there a little before she should be.  The last thing she wanted this morning was to have him beat her ass again.  When she arrived at his door she rang the door bell.

     Derek was awake around 5:30 that morning and was ready to see if Michelle would actually come over at the time he told her too.  The one thing that he hoped she didn’t do was try to wear slacks so she could cover up the stocking.  That right there would have been a bad choice on her part.

     He spent about half an hour last night programming the egg to the specifications that he wanted.  He also had a special pair of panties for her to wear.  He knew that with her wearing these there was no way she would be able to get the egg out.  They were specially designed for such a purpose.  After a slave has put them on there was a leather strap around the waste that would be buckled in place and then securely fastened with a small pad lock to prevent it from being removed.  On the back of them most of the ass was removed so they would at least be able to use the bathroom without any kind of inconvenience to the person wearing them.  He loved the crotch part of them the best. Because it was all leather but had a one and a half inch slit down the center so she would be able to at least pee.  The slit was also small enough that she wouldn’t be able to remove the egg.  What amazed Derek about them is that anyone that’s wore them has always said that they were actually comfortable to wear.  That really surprised him because they didn’t look that way to him.

     Derek heard the doorbell ring and looked at his watch.  He was surprised to see her show up because he really thought that she would have been more of a challenge than she has been.  Derek went to the front door and opened it to let Michelle in.  He was actually proud of her because she came over wearing everything that she was supposed to plus she was wearing a skirt.  Derek started to smile at the realization that she was a little smarter than she appeared.

     “Good morning Michelle.”  Derek said to her as she walked into his house.

     “Hello Master.  As you can see I have returned wearing exactly what you wanted me too plus I did as you told me to do and only removed the shoes when I went to bed.”

     “That’s very good.  I even see you’re wearing a skirt instead on pants.  That was a very smart move.  I was actually ready to get the paddle out if you would have worn pants.”  Derek said with a serious look on his face.

     “I hope I have pleased you Master.”

     “Yes you have and for that you deserve to be rewarded for it.  Follow me.”

     Derek started walking towards the bedroom.  He intended to reward Michelle but he didn’t have anything planned.  He really intended on having to punish her but she surprised him.

     Once they walked into the bedroom Derek ordered her to strip down to the clothes that he made her wear last night.  While she was undressing he walked over to the cabinet to retrieve the restraints.  When he turned around he got a perfect view of her ass while she was bent over.  Immediately his cock started to harden in his pants.  That right there was an ass he knew, without a doubt, that he would fuck very soon.  Finally Derek went back to making up a reward for his good girl.

     “Now slave, stand up on the end of the bed and grab the top of the bed posts.”

     Michelle did exactly like she was told and climbed up there.  She wasn’t sure of why he wanted her to get up there like that but she went ahead and did like she was told.  Once she was up there, she grabbed the tops of the posts to the foot board and watched as Derek climbed up and stood behind her on the bed and started to fasten her wrists securely.  She was certain that she could feel his hard cock through his pants rub against her ass.  She noticed that he had the same restraints in his hands from last night.  She figured they were probably the ones he was partial too the most.

     Derek climbed off the bed and stood there admiring Michelle standing there with no chance of stopping him from doing what ever he wanted.  Gently he ran his fingers over her bare ass.  He felt her ass cheeks tighten up from his touch and a slight shiver run the length of her body.  Before he pulled his hand away he gave her right ass cheek a good squeeze, relishing in the firmness of it.  Derek finally pulled his hand completely off of her, raised it up behind him and swung it back down, making contact with her bare skin.  He listened as Michelle cried out from the sudden pain of his bare hand smacking her ass.  He gave it a good squeeze again and then proceeded to swat the other side also just like the other one and giving it a squeeze also.  He could see the outline of his fingers on both cheeks perfectly. 

     Michelle wasn’t ready for her ass to start hurting.  She wondered if she had done something wrong to deserve this.  The last she knew, she had pleased him by wearing what he wanted and by showing up on time this morning so none of this made any sense to her.  The only thing that kinda made sense was that she was getting wet from him spanking her.  It was still kinda strange that she would get excited from something like this but she was also kinda glad that she did.

     Suddenly she felt Derek’s head slip between her legs and his tongue slide up her pussy towards her clit.  The feeling of his tongue sliding in between her pussy lips and into her sweet hole was driving her crazy.  She could feel him push it inside her and start to lick her vaginal walls in full circles.  This was something she didn’t mind because it didn’t involve pain, just pleasure.  That was until he worked his way up to her clit again and bit down on it causing her to scream loud enough that she was certain someone would have called the cops because of it.  She could feel the tears running down her face and dropping off of her chin.  “Why did he do that?”  Michelle asked herself in her head.  As suddenly as she felt Derek bite her clit, he went right back to licking it and then sucking it between her lips.  He did this several times and each time she tensed up because she was certain that he was getting ready to bite her again.  She started to feel an orgasm begin to start but right when she would start to feel the beginning of it Derek would remove his mouth from her pussy and then felt something being shoved inside it.  She knew immediately that it must have been the egg he was preparing for her.

     Derek heard Michelle scream when he bit down on her clit.  He was pretty sure that he probably left a slight indention from where he bit down.  He knew it hurt like hell but he went ahead and did it anyway.  When he heard her scream he just about shot his load into his pants.  The whole time he was enjoying her pussy he had the egg in his pocket.  He was waiting for the right moment to insert it in her pussy.  As soon as he felt her begin to tremble and her legs start to get a little weak he pulled the egg out of his pocket and slid it up inside her lovely pussy.  She was so wet that he didn’t have any problems getting it in her.  The one thing he loved about it was that even he didn’t know when it would activate or how hard or soft it would vibrate.  Derek finally took the restraints off of her and gave her the panties that she’s to wear for the rest of the day.

     When Michelle took the panties from Derek she held them up in front of her to get a better look.  She couldn’t believe that he wanted her to wear them to work.  When she saw the slit in the center her heart sank because she immediately knew that she wouldn’t be able to remove the egg because the opening wasn’t big enough.  Her heart sank even more when she saw the strap to fasten them and the place to fasten a small pad lock to prevent her from removing them.  She was just gonna have to tough out the rest of the day at work and hope this thing didn’t go off to intensely.

     “Is there a problem slave?” Derek asked with a slight tone of anger to his voice.

     “No Master.  I just wanted to get a good look at them before I put them on.  May I go and change into them Master?”  Michelle asked with a slight tremor to her voice.

     “You may change right here in front of me so I can watch.”  Derek walked over to the side of the bed so he could see everything she did.

     “Michelle really didn’t like changing clothes when there was someone watching her.  Finally she started to remove the leather thong that she was wearing and started to put on the new one.  When she started to lift her foot so she could slip the thong on she felt the egg start to vibrate like someone had turned it up to full speed inside of her.  Immediately she put her foot back down and grabbed the bed post with both hands.  She could feel her pussy starting to get wetter while the egg vibrated so intensely. 

     Derek watched as her legs started to buckle and her eyes rolled back in her head from the egg.  He watched as she gripped the bed post so tightly that her knuckles started turning white.  He got up off the bed and walked over next to Michelle, knelt down, then reached between her legs and slid two fingers into her.  That immediately brought her over the edge.  Derek could feel the walls of her pussy start to clench around his fingers, so Derek started to finger fuck her spasming hole like it was the last thing he would do that day.  His hand was starting to get covered in Michelle’s sweet juices.

     Finally the egg quit vibrating and Michelle collapsed onto the floor.  She was still holding onto the bed post, just not as tight as she had been.  She could feel every bead of sweat all over her body from the intense orgasm she just had.  Her heart was beating so fast that she half expected it to crack some ribs or try to shove her lungs out of the way just so it could try to beat even harder and faster.  When she finally raised her head to look at Derek she couldn’t believe how big of a grin he had on his face.  At that moment he could have passed for the Cheshire Cat out of Alice In Wonderland.  Right then she wanted to slap that grin off his face but on the other hand she wanted to thank him for such a wonderful toy for her to enjoy the rest of the day.

     “So slave, now you see how it might be for you at work.  If I am right that wasn’t even the most powerful setting for it.”  Derek held back from laughing when he saw Michelle’s eyes open extremely wide when he mentioned that to her.

     Michelle started to get off the floor so she could finish getting dressed and finally head to work and hope that the egg behaved its self for at least most of the day.  If it went off when she was alone that was okay with her.  She just hoped that it didn’t activate around her coworkers.  She had no idea how she would explain the way she would be acting if it did.  Hell, she already had a feeling that she would be getting a lot of looks from most of them about some of the clothes she was wearing.

     Derek watched as she finished getting dressed.  He could feel the bulge in his pants starting to hurt and wanted to take her right then and there, whether she wanted him too or not.  He wasn’t going to let himself loose control and do that.  At least not right now.

     Michelle was finally dressed to leave for work.  She could slowly feel the strength come back into her legs after having that orgasm from the egg.  Once she was dressed she asked Derek, “Are you satisfied with the way I am dressed Master? I want to please you in anyway I can.”

     Derek put his hand in the air and signaled for Michelle to spin completely around so he could get a look at every side of her.  He was really pleased with what he saw in front of him.

     “Yes I am pleased.  Now you better get going so you can start you exciting day at work.  I wouldn’t want you to be late today.  You never know what kind of excitement you will experience today.”  Derek said with a sly grin on his face.

     Michelle started to head for the door to leave but stopped and turned around and walked back to Derek.  When finally she was standing in front of him she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips and then told him thank you.

     “What was that for?”  Derek asked.

     “I don’t really know Master.  For some reason I felt like doing that.  Was it wrong of me? If it was then you should punish me.”  Michelle started to walk towards the bed but was stopped by one of Derek’s strong hands grasping her arm and turning her back towards him.

     “No slave that wasn’t wrong of you to do that.  You don’t need to be punished because of that.  Now get going.  Be back here before 6pm or you will need to be punished.”

     “Yes Master.”  Michelle said and then left his house, got in her car and drove off to work.

     Derek was confused.  He didn’t quite understand what just happened.  Usually it took a week or more before they would do something like that but she was doing it the first full day.  “This shouldn’t be going this easy.  Not this soon.”  He said to his self.  Finally he closed the front door after watching Michelle drive out of site.

     When Michelle arrived at work she was already shaking from having two more orgasms on the way to work because of the egg.  When the first one started she pulled her skirt way up behind her to make sure she didn’t get it wet if she started squirting.  Then when the second one started she almost ran off the road and through a construction site.  She barely stopped the car in time before going through the chain link fence.

     Now that she was at work all she had to do was get to her office and everything should be okay for the rest of the day.  She had already called ahead to see if there were any meeting for today and luckily there wasn’t.  That right there was great news.

     Once she was inside she started walking by all the desks of her coworkers.  She was almost to her office door when the egg started vibrating really fast.  When she felt it she broke into a run to get inside her office and get the door closed behind her.  She could feel everyone’s eyes on her when she started running.  This was not something she would ever do while at work but she wasn’t going to start moaning and grabbing at her pussy right in front of everyone there.

     When the door finally closed she fell against the wall and started thrusting one of her fingers in her pussy.  She was so wet that she could feel her juices dripping off her other fingers and wrist.  She could feel the egg against her finger tip and wanted to grab it and pull it out but a part of her wanted it in there.  The damned thing kept vibrating at various speeds and intensities which in turn caused her knees to buckle under her.  She could feel a very intense orgasm coming on and took the bottom of her blouse, pulled it up and stuffed it into her mouth to try and muffle the moan she knew would try to escape from between her lips.  When the orgasm started Michelle fell on her side, on the floor and furiously kept thrusting her fingers in her slippery hole.  The feeling of the egg and her fingers was more than she could take.  She let out a moan, and then a scream, which even with her blouse stuffed in her mouth didn’t even silence it.  Finally she started to come down from her orgasm and just laid there with her finger still in her.  Every time she tried to pull it out her whole body would shudder uncontrollably.

     Finally she was able to remove her finger from her pussy and crawled over to the chair at her desk.  She would have walked over there but every time she tried to stand, her legs wouldn’t hold her up.

     Several hours passed without the egg activating.  That was something Michelle was pleased about.  She wasn’t sure how many more times of it vibrating, like it did when she first got to work, she would be able to handle.  So the last several hours gave her time to relax and take care of any paperwork or other business she needed to do that day.  She knew that all she had to do was make it the last several hours and she would be out of there and on her way back to Derek’s.

     Michelle was getting a little thirsty so she decided to go down the hall and grab herself a bottle of water from the vending machine.  There were several water fountains stationed around the office but she didn’t trust drinking from them, especially after they caught a night janitor rubbing his asshole over the end of the faucet.  She knew that it had been completely sanitized and disinfected and what ever else they did to it but she wasn’t taking any chances.

     Once she retrieved the bottle from the machine she started to head back to her office.  Right then she froze in her tracks.  She knew she was feeling a slight vibration but hoped that she was imagining it.  She was so wrong.  She was only about twenty feet from the women’s restroom and started heading for it.  She figured that if she could at least make it inside one of the stalls she should be able to wait for the egg to stop.

     When she got in there she picked the very end stall and closed the door after she was in there.  She pulled her skirt up around her waste and sat down.  At least with her sitting down on the toilet, if she started to cum, it would just go into the toilet bowl instead of all over her and the floor.  She must have sat there for ten minutes waiting to see what the egg was going to do.  She hadn’t felt it vibrate in about 5 minutes so she decided to finally head back to her office. 

     Michelle started walking past all the desks and accidentally dropped the bottle of water she was carrying.  When she squatted down to pick it up the egg immediately started vibrating more intense than she has ever felt it.  It was so bad that she swore she could hear it inside her.  The speed of it was so fast that she was sure she wouldn’t be able to take even a step let alone stand up completely.  Before she knew what was happening, the speed of the vibration from the egg picked up and then suddenly slowed down but the intensity never changed.  She could already feel her pussy getting wetter every second that it did this.

     Two of her female coworkers came over to her to see if she was alright.  When they got there they helped her to her feet and straight into her office.  Once she was in there they sat her in her chair and watched as Michelle’s whole body started to tremble uncontrollably. 

     “Holy shit she’s having an orgasm! Damn, this is wild.”  Jackie said with a lot of excitement.  Just watching Michelle was starting to get her wet.  Immediately she pulled up her skirt and started rubbing her clit right there in front of Michelle and Kelly.

     Jackie was 28 yrs old with dark brown hair half way down her back.  She had a pretty nice body on her.  With 40DD breasts, a waist of only 26” and an ass that was firm and still had just enough jiggle to it for anyone to notice. 

     Kelly was 30 yrs old with platinum blonde hair and 30D breasts.  She was almost exactly like Jackie except for having slightly smaller breasts.  The one thing she loved to do was wear mini skirts to work and “accidentally” drop things just so she could bend over so her ass would show.  Damn she was such a tease.

     Kelly couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  She stood there and watched as Michelle finished having her orgasm and also watched Jackie getting very close to having one also.  She has never been one to watch another woman but this was starting to turn her on more than she knew.  She never realized that she had one foot propped up on the side of the desk and two fingers shoved in her pussy.  She kept hearing someone moaning but never realized that it was her and that both Jackie and Michelle were watching her intently.

     When Kelly’s orgasm started she fell to her knees with her face landing in Michelle’s pussy and her ass sticking straight out behind her.  Never once did she stop fingering herself.  All of a sudden she felt something sliding along her slit.  She finally realized that it was Jackie’s tongue and that she was starting to shove it in her wet hole.  That was enough to make her moan and without thinking about what she was doing she started licking Michelle’s pussy.  Immediately she could feel a slight vibration against her tongue.  She knew right away why Michelle had acted like she did when she arrived at work that morning and why she collapsed a little while ago.  The thought of all of this made her cum again.

     When all three of them started to come down from their 2nd orgasm’s Michelle explained everything to them.  Michelle asked them to not say anything to anyone else about what that had seen and were told. 

     Both Jackie and Kelly agreed to not tell anyone but they did ask about where they could get an egg like she had in her and the panties that she was wearing.  They were pleased when Michelle told them she would find out and let them know as soon as she could.

     When it was time to go home she headed straight for Derek’s place.  Once she was inside he asked her how her day went.

     “Master, Have I got a story to tell you.  Can I take the egg to work everyday?”  Michelle asked while rubbing her pussy again.

 

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Seeing Master

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she enters the room,there is no-one there but then she knew there wouldn't be,since she got the text two days ago it's all that she can think of, the slit between her legs seems to be constantly wet, the tingle of yearning becoming stronger as she starts the ritual of getting ready for him.
firstly removing her shoes she walks into the bathroom undressing fully and stepping into the shower,the warm water brings a little comfort to the longing she feels rubbing the soap over body she can feel what her sexual thoughts are having on her body, nipples hard she lingers and plays with them puling on them as her other hand automatically slips to the source of her burning passion. letting a sigh slipping from her lips she finds her clit hard and the inside of her cun
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t slippery already covered in her juices,
the thought of it covering his cock as he slams it inside her is almost to much for her, forcing herself back to the job of washing herself as she knew the trouble she would find herself in if her brought relief to herself. soaping her fingers she bends over making sure all her holes is clean and ready to receive him, happy with the results she steps from the shower wrapped in towel make her way back to bedroom.
  her phone flashing shows she has a text message, its from him he's letting her know he will coming alone this time, he says nothing about when he will be there just for her to be ready for him.
she calmly sits drinking a glass of water as she puts on the makeup she know how he loves to she her look, and she doesn't want to disappoint, looking at her watch she's  been in the room for over a hr and he's not arrived.
checking the room is just right, blinds closed over head lights off; side lamp on she takes the towel back to bathroom. taking in the scope of the room she is happy that everything is just how he likes it, lotions and lubricates within easy reach, one last look of room still unsure of the time of his arrival she takes up position on the bed  hands in front of her and arse in the air legs spread wide upper body almost touching the bed but leaving just enough room for easy access to tits.
tits hanging down nipple ring swinging slightly, the  air in the room making her naked body begin to feel cold, the anticipation of he coming almost blocks out any discomfort she my be feeling, her cunt lips are visibly moist, she can feel it, she can feel the heat coming from her cunt,
click! the sound she been waiting so much to hear, the whoosh of the air as the door opens and closes, no sound can she detect from the thick carpet but she knows he's standing over her she can almost feel his eyes on her without a word she almost jumps forward as a firm flick of a finger runs just inside her cunt and the pull on her hair as her head is forced back, opening her mouth to gasp in pain before she can gather her thoughts his fingers pushed into her mouth eager to clean his fingers for him letting her head drop forward his hands start to roam over her body pulling on her tits.
i see my pet is very pleased to see her master, not expecting her to reply he walks to the table and opens he's case taking out a medium flogger he walks back to his pet stroking her arse he tells her how disappointed he's been in her lately, without giving her time to answer she feels the first strike landing on her arse, it leaves its first strip they both know by the time her masters finished there will be many many more.
 

Sex Slave for Hire Part 3

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I have been a submissive for as long as I can remember, since my first boyfriend I guess, who liked to tie me to chairs and fuck my face, or tie me to the bed all night so he could use me whenever he wanted. I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t enough. The boyfriends who followed were too kind, or wanted to be dominated themselves. I stopped having boyfriends and instead haunted secret clubs looking for the perfect master. Years of frustration led me to respond to the rumour that the Master and Mistress were looking for a full-time slave.

 

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>      I have never felt so fulfilled, so satisfied, as I have in their house.

  

I have been the Master’s sex slave for three weeks now, and, my trial period having finished (and the Master, to my relief, having decided to keep me), it is time to be measured and fitted.

        The Tailor arrived early in the morning with his assistant, and went with the Master and Mistress into the small fitting room. While they chatted the assistant took me to the ground floor bathroom and, without speaking or making eye contact, washed me thoroughly. He cuffed my wrists to the bar suspended from the ceiling and proceeded to soap and scrub every inch, every crevice, every orifice. When done, he untied me and dried me off before leading me, naked, to the fitting room.

        I stood there, my nipples hardening despite the warmth of the room, ignored while they finished their conversation and their coffee. The Mistress left and the men finally turned their attention to me.

        The Tailor stood and walked around me, inspecting. At random moments he would trail a hand down my back, over the curve of my buttocks, up my thighs, over my flat belly. His study was different to the inspection the Master and Mistress had given me before taking me on. Theirs was curious, testing, probing. His was more assessing, more critical, and under his cold blue eyes and frown, I felt insufficient, a poor design. At the same time, I felt deeply aroused, flushed, hot and wet with suppressed excitement. The Master watched me, watched the Tailor examine me, watched my breasts heave and my skin flush.

        “So, you want the full works for this one?” the Tailor asked the Master, crossing his arms, his mind already working out the details.

        The Master stood up. “Yes. She’ll be no trouble.” He squeezed my breast as he went past, knowing I was well trained and he did not have to remind me of anything.

        The Tailor wasted no time. He told his assistant to get me up on the table and into position. The table was low, an unusual height for a table ― but this one was specially designed. Padded cuffs were chained to the four corners, and these were clasped around my ankles and wrists and tightened so I couldn’t move. My legs were spread wide on the padded surface; cold air touched my pussy and made me shudder. No sooner was I in position than I felt something press against my vagina. A long, slim dildo was inserted with a grunt from the Tailor. It slipped in, not uncomfortably, but then the Tailor turned something on the end and it began to expand inside me, growing bigger and bigger until it pushed against the walls of my vagina. I moaned, I couldn’t help it, and panted a little. I had never felt so full. The Tailor ignored me. To his assistant he said, “She’s a comfortable size 3, but make a note that she could go wider. Easily an 11 in length.”

        He didn’t take it out. Next, he began to push another at my anus. This one didn’t go in as smoothly, his angle was off and I gripped the table edge, trying to stay still while I bit my lip at the pain. The Tailor slapped my arse a few times and the sting of it made me more relaxed. The dildo went in and was forced all the way up. Again he expanded it; I could feel it pressing up against the one in my vagina ― the walls felt so thin, I could feel so much friction. It made me want to shit but the Tailor, knowing perhaps from experience what it was like for the slaves he fitted, quickly pinched my clit. I gasped, but it worked. My two holes were stuffed and stretched, pulsing around the intrusions. The Tailor told his assistant, “Size 2, needs to work on that. How she takes the Master up there I don’t know.”

        Next he reached between my thighs and put clamps on my pussy lips and my clit. It didn’t hurt much at all. The Tailor was watching my reactions, and when I did nothing he took them off and put sharper ones on. I gasped, but not enough. The third set brought tears to my eyes and made me wriggle on the table, trying to shake them off. He slapped my bum sharply until I stilled.

My nipples came next. He went straight to the crueller clamps, sharp metal pincers pinching them mercilessly. Not satisfied with this, he began attaching little metal balls on hooks to the loop in the clamp, weighing my breasts down, making the nipples lengthen, the clamps bite deeper. I cried out, I couldn’t help it, the pain an exquisite torment.

        Nothing was removed, I was given no relief. The Tailor came round to my head and, none too gently, gripped my chin and ordered me to open my mouth. He slipped a hard rubber ring into place that stretched my lips wide, and then proceeded to shove a long rubber cock into my mouth, over my tongue and down my throat. His hand felt the bulge in my throat; with his crotch in my face I could see how turned on he was, yet still so professional. He measured how far it could go before I couldn’t breathe, and seemed satisfied with the result. He withdrew the cock from my throat but left it in my mouth. The assistant wrote the measurements down.

        With every orifice stuffed and every sensitive protrusion aching, the Tailor removed the clamp from my clit. He gave me no warning ― hadn’t spoken to me yet; I was just a slave after all ― before piercing my clit for a ring. I screamed around the cock in my mouth, my whole body jumping and writhing as I tried to break free. Tears streamed from my eyes at the pain. The Tailor took up a short flogger and whipped me, whipped my arse, whipped my poor stinging pussy, whipped my weighted-down breasts, until I hurt all over and could no longer feel the throbbing in my clit above the stinging everywhere.

        I breathed in big heaves through my nose which was all snotty, and hung my head. The Master had promised I would be no trouble and I had already failed him.

        The Tailor wasn’t displeased, though. His assistant held a tissue to my nose and told me to blow. He wiped the tears from my face and patted my head as a reward. I wondered if they were going to do my nipples next, as the clamps were removed.

        They didn’t, to my relief, but they hadn’t finished. The assistant took the cock from my mouth but left the ring in. He cranked the table lower until it was the right height for him to take out his erect penis and push it into my mouth. With the ring holding my mouth open I could do nothing to stop him from fucking my mouth. He thrust in, deep into my throat, and grabbing my head in both hands he closed his eyes and started pounding. I was like some kind of toy to him, used to get relief. And why not? That was what I wanted, after all. My pussy was squeezing the cock still imbedded in it, though I was not allowed to orgasm without permission.

        The Tailor’s assistant finally thrust in one last time, held and shuddered as hot salty spunk shot down my throat. He withdrew and tucked himself away, patted me on the head again, Good Girl he seemed to say.

        The Tailor had watched all this, and I wondered what he would do for his own relief.

        He ‘deflated’ the dildo in my pussy and pulled it out. There was a sloppy sucking sound as it came out, quickly replaced by the Tailor’s short but very thick penis. He rammed it in, took hold of my hips and hammered at my pussy. It felt quite bruised by the time he shot his load inside me.

        They removed the other dildo and the mouth ring but left me chained to the table. Next I was fitted for a new set of clothing, measured around the hips, waist, breasts, thighs ― everywhere. They wrapped collars around my neck and took note of the size I could comfortably wear. They wrapped belts around my waist and straps between my legs to get the right fit. They fitted me for new butt plugs of varying sizes, wanting to increase it gradually. And they measured me for new high heels. Everything I wore or was inflicted with would be custom made. It made me happy, made me feel like I had been accepted.

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Two nights later it was all delivered, a vast array of costumes, collars, chains, belts, straps and clamps. The Master took me to his dressing room and played with me for hours, testing out all the new toys. He had already had a lot of fun with the ring in my clit. After he had fucked me for the third time and had tested all the toys, he inserted dildos into my vagina and anus, fitted me into something very like a chastity belt, and ordered me to remain on my knees with my hands clasped behind my back until he told me otherwise.

        I stayed there like that all night, tormented by the pleasure and the discomfort, limbs tired and heavy, trying to stay awake, trying not to take any pleasure from the ordeal.

At six the next morning he walked in, crossed his arms and surveyed me with a smile.

        “You did very well, slave. Now take it all off and go and bathe.”

        I rushed to do as he said before preparing breakfast.

        On the weekend the Master and Mistress hosted a big party, a gala event where I learned what their business was and how they made all their money.

        They are designers of sex toys, all kinds, and costumes. They are known to be the best in the business, and twice a year when their new catalogue comes out they invite their rich, select clientele to the house to test out the new products.

        The Toy and I were to be the guinea pigs, if you will. We followed the Master and Mistress into the big party room, where they strapped us into cuffs and leather harnesses suspended by strong steel wires from metal frames bolted to the ceiling beams. It was an ingenious contraption. The guests would be able to manipulate us like puppets, moving our limbs, raising us into the air for easy access, having us vertical or horizontal, however they wished.

        It was not comfortable, and my limbs were aching well before the first guests arrived.

        The Master and Mistress told us that, for tonight, we were permitted to come as often as we liked, and to make as much honest noise as we could, since that would give the guests a good idea of how well the new toys worked.

        There was a buffet table along one wall, laden with food prepared by caterers (who were not invited) and wine, so the guests could help themselves as the evening progressed. The Master and Mistress brought out the items, gave a brief introduction to each and then passed them around. The room filled with chatter and laughter, everyone was in high spirits and eager to move on to the testing stage. Most of them had already found it hard to keep their hands off me and the Toy, stroking and groping and patting and pinching. There was nothing I could do about it, and in truth it was nothing compared to what was to come.

        They clustered around us and experimented. All sorts of dildos were pushed into me, ones with knobbly bits, ones with piston-like heads that thrusted into my cervix. After so much pent-up excitement and stimulation, I came very quickly. I could hear the Toy releasing at around the same time, his shout rising above the noise, and was met with claps and cheers.

        The dildo with the piston-like head was only the beginning. I couldn’t see much of what was going on, but I felt everything. Some things that were pushed inside me were quite painful ― one, that mimicked a dog’s with a knot that pushed upwards, and one that felt like it was spiked, made me scream and buck in my harness ― while others were gentle and soothing. One device had a kind of flapping tab that, when switched on, flicked my clit with the kind of stamina no man or woman possesses in their hands. It made me come with a shriek and a cry for relief. The feelings, the pain and the pleasure, were so intense, after the first half hour I wasn’t sure I could last any longer.

        But I did.

        They tested out different mouth-opening devices, metal ones that pulled my lips back in four corners, ones like a tight rubber tube that fitted into my mouth right up to my throat, allowing for more stimulus ― these kinds the men tested with their own erect penises, or the women strapped on rubber phalluses and fucked me more cruelly than the men. These strap-ons were the Master and Mistress’s design too, and the action of thrusting caused friction on the woman’s clit ― the harder the pounding the harder her orgasm.

        Nothing was out-of-bounds that night; my arsehole was well plumbed. I lost count of the number of times I came, the number of times I screamed in pain and cried for mercy. Yet I loved it. I always wanted to be a piece of meat for the pleasure of others, and this was the epitome of such a desire.

        The Master and Mistress walked amongst them, watching, answering questions, giving advice on how better to use a device. Once or twice, the Master paused by me and gently stroked my heaving flank, giving me the energy to continue.

        Next came the whips and floggers. I cried without shame as guest after guest tried out different styles, lengths, thicknesses on my bottom, my pussy, my breasts, my back. My face they did not touch, I think at the Master’s request, for some of them looked at me with a greedy gleam in their eye and I knew they wanted to mark me everywhere they could. Some of the guests did not have the skill or the restraint of the Master, and did not know how to mix pain with pleasure. The Master showed them how, and made them wield the tools with more patience and precision.

        The night wore on. I don’t know how long the Toy and I were trussed up, being raped and whipped and tormented, but it felt like days, not hours. Eventually though the guests had used up all their energy, had all had at least one turn at fucking us, and began to take their leave. When they had all gone, the Master and Mistress took us down. I did not see what the Mistress did with the Toy, I only know that the Master picked me up in his own arms and carried me to the bathroom, filling the tub and easing me into it. He gently soaped me, washed away all the cum and oil and blood, and left me for a while to soak. He came back as I was falling asleep, helped me out and dried me down with a soft towel. He carried me into my bedroom and massaged warm oil into my exhausted limbs. I felt myself sinking, deeper and deeper, and also filled with love for the Master, love and adoration. I didn’t see him take off his clothes, only felt his naked, smooth, muscular body slide into bed and press against mine. He parted my thighs with his knee and sank his hard penis into my sore pussy for the first time. I let out a low moan as he eased into me. My arms, tired as they were, snaked around his back and held on tightly. He began to fuck me slowly, gently, more passionately than ever before. I had never before seen him completely naked, nor so tender. My devotion to him was sealed that night. He had possession of me in every way, and I submitted my entire being to him that night.

He sharply thrusted into my bruised and aching pussy, causing a spike of pain to lace through the pleasure, the most perfect agony. He lowered his head and bit my neck, whispered into my ear, “Cum, little slave.” His piercing thrusts, not tender now, dug into me and I rose on a crest of pleasure and pain, orgasming with a cry that cut short as I momentarily stopped breathing. As my pussy contracted around him he came into me with a groan. He lay on top of me, his weight reassuring and dominating, my own body pliant and submissive beneath him.

I whispered, “Thank you, Master.”

 

Expectation

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Colin looked through the glass partition as Julie bent across her desk to make a connection to her computer. Her skirt rose up high enough for him to catch a glance of her panties and crutch, god she beautifull. Colins mind began to wander, he could see her now without a stitch on, laying across a padded trestle, her body spreadeagled and tied tightly in position. Her sex would be agape and he could just imagine the pink of her inner labia. She would struggle of course but she would just have to endure and like it.

It was the cane thing that was the trouble, he could just imagine it landing with the most"stingy" swish-thwapp across her buttocks, she wouldnt like that.

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As Colin daydreamed his office door burst open, Julie stood there glaring at him, " you pervert, you looked up my skirt, I saw your reflection in the glass", she said angrily.

Colin showed no emotion, " yes I did and what a damn fine piece of "fanny" you got there. Julie`s mouth dropped open in shock, and before she could think how to reply, Colin said " and if I had my way I would tie you tight and scoop you up and have you away to the nearest log cabin high in them thar hills, and I would probably throw in a damn good arse slapping for good measure".

Julie was too stunned to reply, she just turned around and left slamming his door behind her.

Throughout the afternoon Colin became aware that Julie was very agitated and more than once he caught her looking at him in a very strange way.

Five o`clock came and went, Colin carried on working as the clerical staff left for home. About ten minutes later a knock came on his door and slowly it opened to reveal Julie. She walked in and closed the door behind her. "Ok, I dont know how you found out but I cant wait any longer, please, for fuck sake tie me up and take me, thats what you`ve been wanting to do all afternoon isnt it ?"

Colin didnt know what it was that he was supposed to have found out, but he didnt care and he certainly was nt going to stare a gift horse in the mouth.

Colin, his mind working overtime, took a chance and walked around his desk and without warning slapped her hard across her face, "kneel bitch and dont make a sound".

Julie almost fell to the floor but managed to hold up and then with a scared look upon her face she knelt down and hung her head.

Colin was ecstatic, he hadn`t expected that his silly daydream would come to this. A few minutes later Colin exited the lift at garage level, checked the coast was clear and ducked back into the lift. He picked up his neatly tied and gagged package and placed her in the boot of his car, as he did so he put his hand between her legs and squeezed, Julie moaned and squirmed in her bondage but Colins hand had come away wet, so he knew that she was in fact enjoying this.

Colin drove away, he had just the place to take her, as he drove, he dreamed of what he had in store for her and oh boy was she in for a shock.

When the car stopped Julies heart began to race, she had never allowed this sort of thing before, she had never been tied or gagged before. Then the boot opened and she found herself being lifted out. Julies eyes nearly popped out of her head, she caught her breath, no this couldnt be happening, this wasnt real. They were in a clearing in some woodland and in front of her were six full size crucifixes, hanging on four of them were naked women, only they werent just naked, they had been fixed in such a way that they were unable to close there legs and their sex gaped open, it was disgusting, as she looked at them she could see them moving and hear them moaning and calling out, their arms were tied outstretched and they hung from their wrists, it was obvious that they were in agony.

Colin looked at her and smiled, "yep this is where you will be hanging out for a while, hope you like it."Â Julie found herself being propelled towards a cabin, once inside she realised then that she wasn`t alone.

The other woman was tied down to the floor on her back, two men were fucking her one using her face and the other her fanny, her whole body shook as she was being pounded from both ends at once.

Another man came forward, "oh boy what a "dish", where did you get her, he didnt wait for Colin to answer. Julie wanted to run and get away. The mans hand was in her panties and he was forcing his fingers into her, then she felt her clothes being pulled off of her.

Ten minutes later Julie was on her back with a large black man thrusting into her, as someone tried to use her mouth she turned away but it was no good, soon she too was beong fucked both ends at once, choking and gagging as seamen "jetted" down her throat.

Julie had been given no choice and had not had a chance to protest but now as they lifted her and walked her outside and she remembered the crucifixes and she caught sight of them she "quaked" inside and held back. "No please not that , Ive been good havent I , no.oooooo . It didn`t take long and Julie found herself tied and spread on a cross just like the others, her feet pulled back behind the upright , forcing her knees apart, leaving her sex gaping, fluids running out and down her legs and just like the others she cried and moaned and begged to be taken down.

Julie hadnt been on the cross for very long before she realised the true meaning of being crucified, quite apart from the fact of being naked and tied in such a pornographic way , her arms and shoulders burned with tension, her breathing was becoming much harder and she was having to try and lift herself up in order to breath. The strain upon her arms and her legs was causing her muscles to spasm and cramp, which made it worse. Tears burned down her cheeks, God this was awfull. Julie pleaded with them to be taken down, but no one listened, they all just waited and watched.

Julie forced herself up just one last time, she knew that this would be her last, her strength was failing, her whole body racked with pain, she could go no longer. The blackness closed around her.

To be continued...............

Julie saw the video cameras and knew that there was more to this than she first thought

Detention

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He’d had the idea in his head for weeks, playing it out again and again when he was alone. He could barely contain himself when she said they could hire a couple subs to play along. Her only rule had of course been no sex with the subs. He readily agreed.
The classroom off of their playroom looked perfect, the 4 desks lined up perfectly in front of a “teachers” desk, the blackboard behind that. “Almost like a real classroom” he thought smiling to himself. He turned when he heard his wife come into the main room of the playroom; he heard other feminine voices trailing with hers through the door. She had hand picked the 3 subs for his little fantasy, it cost more to have them come to the house but he doubted the dungeon they worked at had a classroom o

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r the same toys and he wanted it to be as close to his fantasy as possible.
He walked out and cleared his throat.
“Hi, I assume my wife explained what I was hoping for when she hired you.”
All three nodded yes, one even ventured a cute smile he couldn’t quite read, although it seemed mischievous. She had outdone herself, the 3 were beautiful, and just as she had said it was an assortment. A blond, a brunette and a red head, he admired the contrast with his wife’s black hair.
“Good, well then we have outfits for all four of you, if you wouldn’t mind, I am going to wait in the classroom, I’d appreciate it if you came in as your role.” Again they all nodded as his wife led them to the dressing area to change.
He sat at the desk and tried to get himself into the proper headspace. He closed his eyes and mentally undressed them one by one, imagining what they looked like, how they would each react to their various punishments. He could feel himself getting hard when the door opened, in single file entered the four all clad in matching school uniforms. “I doubt any school let’s them be that low cut or short.” He thought as he watched them walk in and each take a desk, the blonde on the far left, then the red head, the brunette and finally his wife.
They looked varying degrees of bored or flippant, and he remembered he had asked them to be petulant; he wanted them to seem like real students in detention after all.
“You have all been assigned to my detention because you’ve had ongoing behavior problems and the regular measures have proven to have no effect.”
The blond popped her gum and the brunette giggled about something in a whispered conversation with the red head, his wife was scribbling on a pad not looking at him. He began again. He pulls four pairs of delicate silver nipple clamps from his drawer and walks down the line of desks placing a pair on each.
“You will put these on.” He goes down the line tightening each girls until she winces.
“Now then, you first.” He pointed to the blond.
“Me first for what?” She said.
“Stand up and come to the front of the classroom, now.”
She gets up and saunters up, still popping her gum and looking for the life of him like a every stuck up little blond he remembered from high school, he realized he was going to enjoy this more than he had planned.
“In addition to your “normal” detention with me, I believe the punishment should always fit the crime. That said each of you will have an added punishment based on your infraction. Now then, you have been caught stealing on several occasions, is that correct?”
She rolls her eyes at him, “Yeah, so?”
 “Put your hands out palms up”
She loses a bit of her bravado as she looks up at him, but slowly brings her hand out in front of her, palms up. He removes a leather strap, about an inch and a half wide and 18 inches long from his desk and walks in front of her.
“Since you have a problem keeping you hands to yourself, we will address that problem before your scheduled punishment.”
With that he brought the strap down across her hands. She cried out and almost lowered her hands.
“If you take your hands down, you will get more. You are going to get 10 now and 10 after your punishment.”
He brought it down again, making her cry out even louder. Again and again the loud slap echoed through the small room, each time making her cry out, by the 6th she was crying, tears streaming down her face.  At 10 she dropped her hands to her sides and sobbed.
“Now then, over here young lady, I see you don’t have such an attitude anymore, bend over the end of the desk, pull your panties down and hold onto the sides of the desk. If you let go, I start over.”
She winced as she grabbed the desk, her hands sore from the strap. He proceeded to beat her upturned bottom with it over and over, the strap catching her pale thighs and even her calves as she cried into the desk. The other 3 girls watched as her bottom because a deep shade of red, her face almost as red with sobbing. After several minutes he stopped, he placed a piece of ginger in her bottom and told her to stand in the corner facing the wall, her hands clasped behind her neck. Whimpering she did as she had been instructed, his cock swelled seeing her red ass peeking under her skirt and hearing her breath still shallow with sobs.
He now turned to the red head.
“Your turn, front and center”
She looked nervous as she approached the desk. He pulled out a strange looking metal vice.
“Do you know what this is?” She shook her head no.
“This is what they use at dentists offices to keep your mouth from closing. Now then you have been continually back talking to teachers and calling people names, is that right?”
“Yes, but I didn’t mean it…” her voice trailed off.
“Well, whether you meant it or not, you shouldn’t have done it. Open your mouth”
She does every so slightly, he slips the vice in between her teeth and cranks it open so that she cannot close it or swallow, he smiles thinking of the fact she will be drooling on herself, knowing she will be humiliated. Once it is in place he takes the hot sauce out of his desk and  places a large dollop on her tongue, her eyes being to water.
“Now, over the desk same as she did.”
Again he takes the strap to her upturned ass, her thighs, until she too is sobbing hysterically. When he finishes with her, she gets the ginger and is put in the same position in another corner of the room. He is eyeing the brunette now.
“I believe it is your turn now, get up here.”
She walks to the front of the room, and stops.
“You were caught writing on the walls in the bathroom about another student, is that correct?”
Her words get caught in her throat a little. “Um, yes. It won’t happen again.”
“Vandalism is a serious issue, as is slander young lady.”
He takes a permanent marker from his drawer.
“Now what was it you write on the wall?
“That Samantha was a stupid cumbucket” She says it almost in a whisper.
“Hmmm, I think we can do that, we will see how you like being on the receiving end.”
He slowly writes “cumbucket” on her forehead in big letters. He knows it won’t wash off for days and smiles thinking of everyone that will see it.
“Now, your turn over the desk.”
She is strapped as well. Her bottom changing colors quickly from white to red, and the same as the others is put into a corner.
His eyes fall on his wife at last, she is smiling at him impishly, her legs a little far apart and he can see her panties under the desk.
“Last but not least… I have something special for you. You were caught going down on your boyfriend in the locker room, weren’t you?”
She nods, looking down a bit.
“Get up here, your punishment will come after your whipping.”
She bends over the end of the desk and he has to stop himself form slipping his hand between her legs as she does. “Don’t want to get out of character” he thinks to himself and he begins with her the same as the other three. He brings the strap down again and again until she is as red as the other three. Instead of ginger though she feels something pressing against her pussy and ass at the same time, slowly penetrating her.
“This is a chastity belt, I don’t assume a little slut like you knows what that means though. This fills up those pretty little holes so that no one else can..” He then placed a cock shaped gag in her mouth, with that he sends her to the corner as well and sits back for a minute to admire his handiwork.
“Okay, time to finish up, back to your seats all of you, I haven’t got all day.”
They scurry back to their desks, he walks down the line placing weight on their clamps and nods to the blond to come up front again.
“Now for the rest, hands up.”
She is pleading with her eyes but brings them back up for the next 10 which bring on a fresh round of sobbing before being put back over the desk. This time he chose a cane and left countless stripes across her ass before telling her to sit back down.
“Once you are done with your punishment, you will write 100 times “I will not______ whatever it is that you have done, and why. I expect these to be long sentences.”
The blonde begins to try to write, her hand hurting even more as the red head is brought up and given a fresh dollop of hot sauce before getting her caning as well and being set back down to write. He brings the brunette back up and writes whore on her chest before giving her a sound caning as well.
Finally he is back to his wife. He is about to explode when he removes the chastity belt from her and positions her for her caning. He doesn’t want to rush it but he is impatient to finish this part with her. Finally he is done, and replacing the belt with larger toys in her he stops her form going back to her desk.
“Since you were so free with your mouth before you won’t be writing any sentences, instead you’ll have an oral assignment.”
He sits down at his desk and pushes her onto her knees under it. He pulls his cock free and she begins hungrily sucking it down as he watches the other three at their desks, their nipples being pulled down by the weight of the clamps, their faces red and tear stained. It isn’t long before he explodes.
“Detention is over.”
He was going to have to think up something for the jail cell room next time he thought to himself….

Part II, Kara, Captive and Slave Girl, Part II, Sold

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Kara, Catptive and Slave Girl, Part II, Sold

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He disrobed and I showed my oral skills. I sucked him to climax and let him know that I enjoyed it. We played and cuddled for a while, and before long, more sucking brought him up. He said he'd never fucked a girl's ass. He'd previously fucked in brothels and they abort if they think they've become pregnant.

I suggested that for our first time he with draw and finish in my mouth, and we'd heve a completely independent introduction to anal invasion. He thought that a wonderful idea.

I got Arful in my saddle and gave him a wonderful ride. Every stroke of his cock was welcomed with a joyous ass bounce. He lasted a good while and I had a climax before he did. When h

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e announced his coming, I greedily sucked all he had. I think I made a good first impression.

We rested and played until some sucking would yield another erection. I had him oil my ass passage and gave him directions for making it good for both of us. He followed my directions faithfully and slowly pushed his cock into my ass. He remembered to pause until I was comfortable, and then began the slow fucking I like to start the act. He picked up speed and length of his stroke as we both became more excited. He announced that he was going to come.

"Yes, shoot it!" I cried, "Fuck hard!"

We managed one more fuck that night and I took more of his cum in my mouth. I considered staying all night, but I wanted to be in my own room.

The next morning Meera woke me to begin my chores. I had to damp-mop the tile floors, collect bedding, and help in the kitchen until lunch time.

Shortly after lunch, Borf asked if we could become better aquainted. At two o'clock I went to his room. I asked about his sexual experience. He'd had two trips to a brothel and had been sucked by his friend's sister. His brothel girls were, he believed, nineteen and sixteen. His experience was quite commercial, in and out and hit the road, but he said he lasted a long time fucking the sixteen year old and she begged him to come back to visit.

I liked his story and I was anxious to get his cock, but I thought it wise to acclimate him to appreciating my body with his tongue and hands. He'd never kissed a girl's cunt, much less brought her to orgasm. He was about to learn how.

We started with tit sucking and squeezing. I showed him what got me excited. I slid his head down my stomach , kissing as he went, down to my thighs and back up the inside until he reached his goal. I gave directions:

"Kiss. Suck a little while you kiss. Good! Lick right there, back and forth and up and down, Yes! Lick harder, like a cat lapping milk. Oooo! That's it. Keep going here and there. Oooo!"

And so it continued to my orgasm. I told him he'd learned well and trusted he'd remember.

Now it was my turn. I found his cock long but comparitively skinny. It was going to do a good job,though. I licked and sucked cock and balls enthusiastically and before long, got a strong gusher of cum as my reward.

In our intermission, he asked about coming in my asshole as his father recommended. I told him to just withdraw and I'd suck until we'd had some anal experience. He said he wanted to give his friend's sister some anal experience too; he was sure her brother was doing it.

We played for a while and I got him revived. I got on top. God! It was so good to fuck with a boy my own age! It felt so much more natural than getting pumped by all those adult cocks, even Arful. I had a great ride on top of him and he had the wit to withdraw before he came. I got splattered, some but got most of it in my mouth. We held each other for a while. We'd fuck again later that evening.

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To be Continued

Arful escorted me to his room after dinner. He asked me to remove my clothes so he could once more feast his eyes upon my beauty. He kissed me all over, yes, my cunt too. He told me that his father said that to keep me from getting pregnant, the soldiers finished in my ass. He asked if that was true and if he should do it. Yes and yes I replied, unless he wanted me to have his child. That he assured me, would terribly complicate his life.

By Dick Inkum

(Weeks after her capture and serving as a cocubine, Kara and the other women are sent to the slave market)

In the morning after the party, and all the sex we could stand, we women were loaded onto a wagon and driven to our captors capitol city. We were taken to the back room of an arena to await our fate. About noon the area began to fill.

"Who are these people?" I asked one of our keepers.

"Some are rich old men looking for a second or third wife. Some will buy a girl for their sons or just for recreation. Some are younger men who have lost a wife. Some are brothel keepers who will look for bargains" he replied.

I rather hoped I wasn't a bargain.

The auctioneer called for order. Our group of twelve was led out on stage. I had the creepy feeling of hundreds of people appraising by body for sexual utility.

The auctioneer decided to star with one of the mid-twenties women. He called her forward and disrobed her. There was great applause and many shouts of sexual intent. The auctioneer began taking bids, but wasn't satisfied. He took the girl, spun her around and had her bend over.

"Look at that ass! She'll take all your cock in it. Now what am I bid?" he shouted.

The brothel owners had dropped out at that point. She was eventually sold to a very wealthy merchant.

The next woman up was the other twenty-something in our group. The result was about the same.

I was third. I have to say that when I was stripped, I had to smile at the loudness of the applause and the very lewd remarks.

"Here we have a teenager who will bear many children" said the auctioneer, "she will make an excellent wife or concubine for a young person. Everyone here would love to fuck her and she can be yours!"

The bidding began. The brothel owners, I'm told, stayed in the bidding longer than usual, but eventually an older man with a boy about eighteen or twenty won the bidding at a very high price. I left the stage to await my claiming.

Zetta was up next. She was very nervous when she was stripped. Her virginity was announced and the bidding went very high. The brothel owner would resell her virginity for a very high price. She had hardly started her periods, but she was sold to a brothel where she would immediately fuck four to ten times a day.

The older women (especially those overweight) went at much lower bids. Two of them went to brothels, most as replacement wives.

I was curious about my new owners, but I had to wait until the auction was over. Zetta was crying. I tried to comfort her, a promised I'd try to rescue her if I could. The whorehouse madam came and put her arm around her and led her off.

At length my owners came. The elder man said he had bought me for his sons. Plural?

Yes, he had boys eighteen, sixteen, and fourteen. Fourteen? Yes, he'll grow into a good partner, he assured me.

The father, Mr. Y. said that he expected his oldest son to be married in a year and regardless of where he chose to live, that I would remain in the house. He said I would not be used by the three boys randomly or continuously. He had already considered a schedule. He would tell me later.

The eighteen year old was accompanying him. Arfa was quite nice enough looking and was of medium height and build. He asked me for a kiss. I was glad he asked. After all, he could take what he wanted from his slave.

Mr. Y asked if I had been pregnant. I told him I was a virgin before I was captured and the military made sure I wouldn't get pregnant.

"Ah, yes, of course" he replied.

Arfa looked quizzical. Mr. Y told him he'd explain it later.

We were carted to my new home. It was a very impressive villa in the nicest part of the city. Mrs. Y was quite nice to me though rather imperious. She showed me around the house. I'd have my own bedroom.

I would have household duties in the mornings under the directions of their housekeeper-cook named Meera, an older woman. I would also help serve at feasts and parties.

Mr. Y asked if I could sing, dance, or play an instrument. I could play the lyre a bit. He said I would get lessons in all of these if I showed any talent or desire. I desired.

Starting tomorrow, my sexual favors would be dispensed on a weekly schedule. Alternate days for six days, I would be mistress to Arful (eighteen) and Borth (sixteen). Torf (fourteen would have one day. A sexual working day would start no earlier than two o'clock, have a four to seven dinner break, and resume seven to ten if my master desired. None would sleep with me except by my invitation. I should teach them how to avoid making me pregnant.

"Now" said Mrs. Y, "we must make you some decent clothes".

She called Meera who produced a great deal of material. The cloth was beautiful and I was thrilled. Meera would make me day clothes for work and recreation and I would have four colors of evening dresses required at dinner. The only sandals they had available were noit quite a fit. I was assured that I'd have neew ones in a few days.

This evening we would have a family feast to celebrate my arrival. A feast to honor a slave girl! That probably violated some social code. Wine was served. Mr. Y rose and issued a proclamation.

"Today, we welcome Kara to our family. All of us (he said with a stern look at his sons), will regard her as such and meet our obligations to her as she does to us."

I was flattered and I blushed a bit. I expressed my thanks. Considering my circumstances, I said, I could not anticipate better treatment.

So now I had met all the boys. Borth was a nice boy, just a bit taller than I am and quite slim. God! What would it be like fucking with a boy my age after all the adults who'd had me? Torf was a skinny kid. He was in awe of me. The first three days I would fuck with them serially and then the weekly schedule would begin.

her abduction

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It was one of those days were it seemed like nothing went right and the evening did not look like it was going to be any better. Her Master seemed even more preoccupied than normal and she felt like the walls were closing in around her. Finally she could not stand it any more and jumped up from where she had been laying on the floor trying to watch tv. "If You do not mind i am going to walk up to the store and get stuff to bake some cookies." "Hum? Oh yea sure go ahead" was all He said, His head never lifting from the newspaper He was reading.

By the time she came out of the store dusk was setting in and she realized maybe she should have driven the car instead of walking, but with a quick look around she took off through the parking lot and down the darkening

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road. About halfway there she noticed a van on the side of the road. The side door was wide open and she could sort of see the profile of what appeared to be a man in the drivers seat. The hood was open and she noticed three larger females looking under the hood. Thinking that if they needed some tools to work on it she could run back to the house and ask Master to go help she walked up to ask if they needed some help. As she stepped up beside them she opened her mouth to speak but before she could utter a sound one of the ladies turned and slammed a damp rag over her mouth and nose. An acidic taste filled her mouth and everything started going black, her limbs feeling like liquid, the last thing she heard before she sank into unconsciousness was a male laughing and she thought i know that voice.

She woke up to the feeling of someone pinching and twisting her nipple, nails biting into it with each vicious pinch. Turning her head to see who it was she realized many things all at once. There was a blind fold covering her eyes, a ball gag was in her mouth, she was laying on a table on her back, her arms stretched high above her head and her leg were spread so wide her hips ached and her ankles were tied tightly. The sound of people walking around scared here because she had no idea where she was or who had her. Somewhere she still remembered hearing a man laughing but could not think who it was or what it meant.

"So the slut finally decides to wake up does she?" a female voice cuts into the quiet, "Oh good now we can have some fun" say another from behind her. "Looks girls she’s shaking, do you think it means she is scared of little ole us?" someone to her right said with a laugh. "Maybe she is cold," says someone to her left "maybe we need to get her warmed up." Many females could be heard laughing around her. "What the hell is going on, who are these people? Master where are You...i need You badly...why didn’t i tell Him i loved Him before i left..hell why did i leave...how the hell am i going to get out of here" she thought. She was scared and did not care who knew it.

"Well girls i think her tits look pretty plain just sagging there against her chest, lets see what we can do to help them look a little better." she felt someone grab bother nipples and pull them upward, someone else started tightly wrapping some rope around first one and then the other tit, the rope digging into her skin, winding around them separately and then together. The binding was so tight she could feel them feeling like they were swelling and hurting, like her nipples wanted to pop off to release the pressure building in them. The sound of something clicking open could be heard over the mumbling of them talking between themselves, she felt something covering her nipples right before a hard tugging and squeezing sensation could be felt as suction cups were pumped up. Tugging on the ropes she tried to move as her breasts were on fire and hurting but all the moving did was make the bindings feel that much tighter. The way they had her tied down did not give her hardly any ability to move at all. Only her head was free to rock back and forth as she moaned into the gag.

"I think she is enjoying this, what do you think girls?" Reaching down the female talking shoved her hand between the girls legs sinking two fingers into her damp pussy."Look at what a slut she is, her pussy is already dripping wet, i told you she is enjoying this" "no no no" she screamed in her mind but no one could hear her.

Someone grabbed one of her legs as someone else untied one of her ankles, her leg was bent up and her foot placed into what she realized was a stirrup and her leg and foot roped into place, as soon as they untied the other foot she tried jerking it from them to kick anyone within reach but it was like they expected it and kept her from connecting with a kick before they secured that leg and foot also. A hand wrapped itself in her hair yanking her head back as a stinging slap ring out in the room "bitch what is your problem girl? Do not try anything like that again" someone growled into her ear.

"Well it looks like she needs a lesson taught to her doesn’t she ladies" someone down near her feet said. "I know just what will get her attention" someone laughed. Clicking could be heard as someone released the end of the table dropping it down to where her ass was almost hanging off the end. "Hand me those clamps with the red tips on them" Just hearing the word clamps her whole body tensed up and she was once again tugging and rocking her head from side to side. A stinging slap came down on her inner thigh "slut you are going to stop trying to fight us or it is really going to get bad for you. Do you understand me girl?" she made no move and another stinging slap fell on her thighs "I said do you understand you worthless cunt?" slowly she nodded her head. "Good, now lets see what we can do to this sloppy pussy of yours". She started screaming against the gag as clamps were clipped onto her pussy lips, she could feel a chain being draped across each thigh. "How do you like this slut?" someone asked just as the chains were pulled taunt from weights being attached to each one, pain knifed through her lips as the clamps dug in hard pulling her wide open from the weights, the aching in her tits momentarily forgotten.

She felt someone running a finger across her pussy and down over her ass, back and forth the finger went, her whole body was tense waiting for the next thing to happen, not knowing what they were going to do but knowing whatever it was would be worse than what had already occurred. The finger stopped a suddenly as it had started, "Hand me the blue one" someone said. There was a movement beside her and suddenly she felt a dildo being shoved into her pussy "at least it is not very big" she though just before it was pulled back out and shoved hard into her tight ass. Jerking hard her whole body tried to move which made the weights pull that much harder on her pussy lips, tears welled up in her eyes but no one seemed to care. "Oh Master where are You...why haven’t You come and found me yet" she thought. Another dildo was rammed into her pussy, this one twice as big as the one in her ass. They felt like they were trying to rip her open, they felt like they were pressed against each other. "Oh wait we forgot something" someone said just as both vibrators were flipped on. "No" she kept screaming into the gag as tears slid out from under the blindfold. "Oh look at her poor little clit sticking out there all alone, it looks like it is feeling left out" someone said over the talking. "Well we will have to fix that wont we?" someone else said. "Oh i know just what it needs, hand me that small one right there." Before she could even thing what they were going to do she felt something pressed over her clit just as yet again a sharp tugging and pulling sensation could be felt as a suction cup was pumped up pulling her clit out of its shield. "There that looks much better doesn’t it girls?" "Oh I love that look on her" someone giggled.

Sounds buzzed in her ears as her body felt more pain than she was used to at one time. Well to be honest she had felt much pain but only at her Masters hands and that was not the same. With Him she felt safe and loved, here she was scared, she did not know who had her or even why they had her. On top of that she was scared of never seeing her beloved Master again. That He was out there somewhere worrying about her. Every inch of her hurt and ached, her tits felt like they were going to explode, her pussy lips ached from the clamps and weights, her clit was on fire and she could feel it growing, her ass felt like it was being ripped into, and her pussy ached. The not knowing only made it worse.

"Girls while here tits do look better like we have them i think she needs something a little more well, permanent to remember us by. Don’t you?" "Oh what a great idea sis" someone else replied. "Well get me my kit" she said. The sound of someone running out of the room could be heard as no one spoke for a moment. "I am sure her Master will like the changes we are going to make on her" someone broke the silence "Shhh" came from all around the room. What does she mean the girl thought but before she could think further on it footsteps came running back into the room. "Here you go Ma’am" the person who had been running panted.

The suction cups on her nipples were ripped off without the pin being pulled to release the suction on them. A scream could be heard against the gag, she felt like her tits were going to explode not only from the pressure but also the swelling. "Oh look how pretty they are standing up" a fingernail was flicked hard against each swollen nipple. "Should we untie them first or would it be better to wait?" someone asked. "No leave them tied till I am through, it will make it easier not having to hold them still and get them even if they are tied up like this. Of course with her nipple stretched out like this it is going to be easier than normal. Of course i bet it is going to hurt like hell" she laughed wickedly. "Now dear this make hurt a bit, at least we can hope so" she leaned down and whispered in her ear. A cold swipe rubbed across her nipple as the smell of rubbing alcohol filled the room. A sense of dread filled her as she realized what they planned to do, while her Master had talked about getting her pierced it was something she knew He would be there for, this was something else all together. Before she could even think about struggling against them someone held her bound breast still as a hand grasp below her nipple and a searing pain swept through her as the needle pierced through first one and then her other hurting and swollen nipples. Then she felt something else being pushed through them as hoops were slid into place. "There now doesn’t that look better?" "Oh you did a great job on them." someone said. "Okay now you can release her bindings and let all that blood go rushing back into her nipples. Don’t you know that is going to feel so good" she laughed. A deep moan could be heard as she moaned against the gag as her breasts were released, not only the pain from the piercing but also from the ropes release."Now how about a little decoration for her pussy?" Laughter filled the room as her whole body went taunt right before she tried fighting against the ropes again, even the searing pain from the clamps and weights did not stop her.

First someone flipped off the vibrators and yanked the one deep in her ass out, someone else grabbed hold of the one in her pussy and began ramming it in and out of her pussy a few times as hard as they could, against her will her hips bucked up with each thrust. "Oh look girls she is showing us just what a little whore she really is." The vibrator was finally taken out of her and the suction cup ripped off her clit. "Damn look how big that clit is now. I bet it is sensitive as hell. What do you think?" "Well lets see just how sensitive it really is" someone said just before a fingernail flicked back and forth across it. As bad as her body was hurting she could not help herself from moaning and trying to follow the nail with her body. "Look at the slutty whore would you. Lets see how she likes this" suddenly someones lips locked around her clit sucking and then biting down on her swollen, hurting clit. Her head started rocking back and forth as she screamed, someone started finger fucking her as the other girl kept toying with her clit. "Okay enough girls we still have work to do" said the one who was obviously in charge of it all.

The clamps were finally release from her pussy lips and the pain it cause was almost worst than when they were originally placed on her. "Girls can some of you keep her shall we say entertained while i finish her little present from us?" "Oh we know just how to keep her busy Ma’am" a couple of the girls replied. There was movement up around her head, it sounded like a chair scrapping against the floor. All of a sudden she felt someone climbing up on top of her, it felt like a knee on either side of her head. Someone reached behind her head and released the gag but before she could utter a word her mouth was covered with a pussy. "Use that cunt of yours girl, please me and please me good or you find you won’t like what i replace my cunt juice with in your mouth." Hands wrapped in her hair as her head was yanked back just enough for her to start licking and sucking the girl above her. Meanwhile she felt something cold and wet being rubbed along her swollen pussy lips. "What are they doing she thought" just before the first red hot searing pain of a needle being shoved through her pussy lips registered with her brain. Screaming loud into the pussy covering her mouth tears started streaming down her face. "If i ever do get out of here Master will not even want me by the time they are through with me" she thought. "Oh why is this happening to me" a hard tug on her hair brought her back to what she was supposed to be doing "Eat me bitch and make it good" the girl yelled out her as she started rubbing her pussy back and forth across her face. The girl started licking and sucking, running her tongue inside the other girls pussy, kept working her tongue in and out, rubbing it across her clit and sucking hard until she tasted her juices flowing into her mouth. As soon as she finished another girl took her place until she had brought 5 different girls to a hard climax. By the time she was through her pussy lips had been pierces 4 times along each side. "There all done. Now when you are not being used you can be laced or locked close"she cackled.

As the last girl climbed off her the gag was shoved back into her mouth. "Now to see if our little improvements make her an even better slut. Move girls so He can come over and see if she is even more fuckable with all her improvements." As she heard the words being spoken she started fighting harder than she had since first waking up in the room. As she felt someone moving between her legs she twisted her body as far as she could, no thought to how much each movement hurt. The feeling of a cock poised at the entrance of her pussy was almost more than she could take until she heard the next words spoken "What’s wrong slut? Didn’t I tell you no cock but mine would even touch you again? Didn’t you believe me?" At that moment she realized just whose laughter it was she had heard just before she slipped into unconsciousness.

First meet

lilmissfruity on BDSM Stories

T/they had spoke for months via the computer and phone and had now decided to meet. He had arranged to meet her at the airport and waited anxiously watching for her to arrive. He looks at His watch and then at the flood of people coming towards Him. Searching for her face. He spots her and His heart skip's a beat. He stand's still and wait's for her to come to Him.

Looking through the crowd she sees Him. Her heart races. Looking at His smile as T/their eyes meet. Moving quickly she find's her bag and make's her way to Him. Not caring who sees her she drop's to her knees, placing her hands behind her back, and lowering her eye's.

"Hello my lil whore." He slip's His fingers through her hair. Lifting her head

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up to look deep in her eyes. Looking at her kneeling as she had so many times for Him in His Cyber dungeon.

"Hello my Master.” Letting His finger's lift her chin and looking into His eyes. He smile's down at her and slip's His hand into His pocket. He produce's a butt plug and smiles at her. He had told her what He wanted her to do as soon as she had agreed to visit Him.

He help's her up and hand's her butt plug. He pick's up her bag and follows her to the toilet's. He leans forward and kissed her hard on her lips, smacking her ass lightly as her head's off. He watch's her and smile's as she wiggle's her ass at Him.

In the toilets she find's an empty cubicle and enters. Lifting up her skirt she slips’s the butt plug along her wet pussy lip's to lubricate it. Bending over and slipping in the butt plug, biting down on her bottom lip as her anus refuse's it at first but she slowly tease's it in. Slowly pushing it fully in she stands up and adjusts to the new sensation it brings to her body. Pulling down her skirt and making sure everything’s in place she flushes the chain and leaves the cubicle. Washes her hands and makes sure she looks good for Him she leaves the toilets to find Him waiting for her. Approaching Him she taps Him softly on the arm to tell Him she's there.

"All ok my lil whore?” He asks as T/they head of to the car park. He notices her walking carefully and slowly. He directs her towards His car, placing her bag in the boot.

"Yes Master. Thank You Master for the gift.” Smiling across at Him as she carefully sits down. Feeling the butt plug push deeper inside her anus she lets out a soft moan. He watches the look of pleasure on her face.

He reach's across and cup's her breast's in His hand's. He let's out a moan. He’s wanted to do that for ages, just touch them. He removes one hand and moves it down to the zip on His trousers. His eyes never leave hers as He undoes the zip and takes His semi hard cock out. He watches her lower her eyes and lick her lips.

"Please Master may Your lil whore suck Your cock? " she begs. Wriggling slightly whilst she awaits His reply. Many times she has dreamed about pleasing Him with her mouth, her whole body.

"Yes My lil whore you may." He grab's hold of a fistful of her hair and pull's her head down to the tip of His hardening cock. He let's out a moan as He feel's her lips kiss the tip of His cock.

Feeling His fingers pulling at her hair she let's out a moan and lowers her head and kisses His cock tip. Flicking her tongue all over the tip and down under the rim. Licking all over, slipping her tongue tip into the slit at the top. Moving her mouth over the tip, taking the rim in between her teeth and sucking the head letting her tongue flick all over. Hearing His moans and feeling Him lifting His hips up she start’s to suck her way down to the base of his cock. Sucking slowly, teasingly up to the tip flicking her tongue over the tip.

Glancing up at Him she slides her mouth tightly back down to the base taking Him deep into her throat, feeling His cock hit the back of her throat. Sucking her tight mouth up and down His thick cock shaft. Flicking her tongue all over, His cock throbbing in her mouth. Hearing His moans and feeling Him push up into her mouth she starts to suck faster. Taking His cock deep into her throat then sucking it back to the tip.

He lifts His hips up high fucking her tight mouth. Feeling her teeth graze over His shaft. He lets out a moan and pushes down on her head with His hand. Feeling His cock hitting the back of her throat as He pushes. He pulls on her hair harder as He fucks her mouth. Ramming His cock in and out as her teeth graze down His shaft. “That’s it My lilwhore suck it good. Suck out all Your Masters cum “

Hearing His words she sucks faster taking His cock deeper into her mouth. Feeling His cock throb in her mouth she tightens her mouth and continues to suck up and down. Reaching down she starts to stroke the base of his cock shaft. Sucking and wanking His cock, mouth tight on His shaft. Hearing His moans and encouragement to claim her prize. His cock throbbing and pulsing as she flicks her tongue all over His shaft.

“OHHH My lilwhore you’re Masters going to cummm” He gasps. Lifting up His hips higher as He starts to cum in her waiting mouth. Swallowing eagerly His cum as it squirts into her mouth, still sucking wanting it all. Sucking faster to get every drop out. Feeling His fingers pull harder on her hair as He cum’ s. Flicking her tongue under His cock rim and in the slit making sure His cock is clean. Kissing His cock tip and straightening back up in her seat. Looking up at Him as she sits back. Leaning forward He kisses her on the lips hard.

Reaching down sliding His hand up her inner thigh. Stroking His fingers up to the top of her thighs. Feeling the softness of her pussy as she spreads her legs for Him. Trailing His finger tips along her pussy lips, feeling the wetness. Sliding his finger inside her pussy lips and up to her clit, rubbing over it lightly. Feeling her shudder and hearing her moans He slides His fingers down inside her pussy inserting just the tip. Pushing it in and out her wet pussy, sliding it in deeper each time. Slipping in another finger as He slides them in and out deeper. Lifting her hips up slightly to meet His fingers as they go deep inside her wet pussy.

Rubbing His thumb tip over her clit as His fingers thrust in and out. Hearing her moans He thrusts His fingers in deeper, harder feeling her pussy tighten on His fingers as she fucks them.

“Please Master, please may Your lil whore cum?” she begs. Moaning and writhing as He rams His fingers in harder and deeper. The butt plug in her ass and her Masters fingers inside her wet pussy.

“Yes My sweet lilwhore you may cum” He thrusts His fingers in harder and deeper. Watching deep in her eyes as she cums for Him.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Masterrrrrrr.” Feeling her body shudder as she cums on His deep fingers. “Ohhhhhh yesssssssss Masterrrrrr” Gasping for breathe, clenching her fists into a ball as her orgasm takes over her body.

The smile on His face and the look in His eyes was all she needed as she shivered and smiled up at Him. He withdraws His fingers and touches them to His lips. Opening His mouth and sucks on them. Letting out a moan as He tastes her cum for the first but definitely not the last time. Sucking His fingers clean He smiles down at her. He lowers His head and kisses her lips. Letting His tongue flick over her parting lips as hers flicks out to meet His.

The journey to His house is filled with small talk about life and her journey. Occasionally she looks out at the passing scenery. He stops the car and gets out. He opens her door and she slips out and smiles up at Him. He retrieves her bag from the boot, taking her hand in His He guides her to the front door. He opens it and follows her inside.

As soon as He opens the door she steps inside and again drops to her knees before Him. Looking up at Him as she parts her knees slightly and slips her hands behind her straight back. Reaching down He strokes her hair as a big grin spreads over His face. Placing her bag on the floor beside her He starts to walk towards the bedroom, glancing back to see if she follows.

Watching Him start to move she moves onto her hands and knees and crawls behind Him. Following Him into the bedroom, as He stops she moves back to her kneeling position. Turning round to her He holds His hand out to help her up. Taking His hand she rises to her feet. Standing before Him she wonders what will happen next but trusts Him explicitly.

“My lilwhore you have pleased Me no end today by your actions here and at the airport. I was going to wait for a day or two but have decided now is the right time.” He moves away from her and opens a bedside draw. Reaching inside He lifts out two packages. Turning to face her He hands her the larger one.

Looking at Him then at the package she carefully opens it, wondering what’s inside. Opening up the box she finds a black leather collar with a ‘D’ ring on it and attached is a black leather leash. Looking up at Him again then at the collar. A broad smile comes across her face.

“For me Master?” she asks as she lifts it out of the box. Trailing her fingers over the leather collar and leash.

“Yes My sweet lilwhore for you. To wear for O/our playtime and when W/we are alone. “He takes the collar from her hands and places it around her neck, letting the leash drop onto her breasts. “ Now My lilwhore the other one” He hands her the other package.

Wondering what could be in this one she lifts a finger to trail over her new collar. It was all she had dreamed of since He collared her online. Carefully she opened the smaller package and gasped with surprise. Inside was a gold collar, exactly the same as He had described to her as He had collared her online. Tears pricked her eyes as she again looked up at Him. A few tears escaped from her eyes.

Smiling down at her “This one is for when W/we are out in public my sweet ept. I want E/everyone to know you belong to Me. That I own every inch of you.”

Dropping onto her knees in front of Him she looks up at Him.

“You own every inch of me my Master. Every inch of me is Yours to use as You desire. From this day forth i will wear Your collars with pride and honour Master.”

Taking the leash into His hand He takes her to the dungeon He has created for T/their pleasure. He knows that for the rest of her stay T/they will spend many hours in here

diaries of ceres and taliya part two

Cleopatra83 on BDSM Stories

*diaries of ceres and taliya part two*

 

t was noon by the time i woke up. i ran down the stairs to find my master at the end of them. "we need to talk ceres" he said and i didnt know what about i didnt mean to run down the stairs but i woke up late and wanted to get my choirs done. "yes master, did i do something wrong master?" "no you did not ceres, turn around and go to your room ill be up there in a minute" he said. i did as i was told and returned to my room, i waited kneeling by my bed fo
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r my master to come thou the door and put his big thing in my mouth but he never came up. i stayed like that for an hour. After a bit i stood up as i felt his hand run down the length of my back and then he bound my hands behind my back and stuck a red-ball gag in my mouth.

he pushed me down on my bed and pulled up my blue mini-skirt showing my bare ass to my master. seeing that i was wet he pushed his finger in my cunt, i started to moan and he slapped my ass hard "this is punishment ceres not pleassure, you are not allowed to cum" he said i shook my head so he knew i understood him. he pulled he finger out and took my gag off. i opened my mouth and he placed his finger on my lips, i licked his finger clean. he undid my hands and sat me up, i saw on my nightstand that he had the cane, anal plug and dildo out. i couldnt take my eyes off of them, he sit down next to me and i lowered my eyes and head. "ceres?" i didnt answer him i knew where he was going to take this talk, "answer me ceres" he said "yes master" i said in a shaky voice. with that he got up and walked to my closet to get the handcuffs out. i didnt move, i looked up at him walking back to me with something behind his back. "do you know why you are getting this punishment, ceres?" he asked "y-yes master" i said.

with that out of the way he made me lay back on my stomach and put my arms over my head. he cuffed my hands to the bed poles and tired my legs to the other bed poles. there was enough rope for me to move to get my ass in the air and leave my legs open. i wasnt lubed up enough for the anal plug to go in easy but he didnt care. he pushed it in and i let out a blood curing scream tears was flowing down my face. while i was still in pain from the anal plug he rammed the dildo into my now soaked cunt. "now ceres, shall i go on?" he asked me i told him no but that wasnt the answer he was looking for. he grabbed the cane and rubbed it over my throbbing ass and cunt. he took his hand and pushed my ass down to the bed and place the cane back on the nightstand and lefted the room. still crying, i tryed to calm down so not to make things worse for me.

master had returned to my room with a whip and still had something behind his back but i couldnt see it. he smiled at me and removed a bigger anal plug from behind him "no master dont please that wont fit" i said screaming and crying, he picked up the cane again "shall i give you something to cry about, ceres?" he said as he hit the cane against the bed so hard that i throught he had hit me and tryed to move away from him. "answer me ceres" he said all i could do was shake my head no. he sent me another smile and pulled the anal plug out. i braced myself for the new anal plug to fill my asshole. it was huge and he pushed it in, i held back tears but i couldnt hold back my scream. i was starting to pass out i heard master yelling at someone i wasnt sure if it was taliya or mistress. next thing i heard was my door closing, i was out of it after that.

i woke up to mistress undoing my hands and legs, master was standing at my door smiling at me. he walked over to mistress and helped her get me up out of bed. i still had the dildos in me and could bearly move with them there. master reached down and pulled the dildo out of my cunt and throw it on my bed, i throught the punishment was over but it wasnt he replaced it with a bigger one. i couldnt scream anymore i didnt have the voice too, they lay me back on the bed and turned me over. master started talking to mistress and she lefted the room closing the door behind her. gagging my mouth again he rubbed my throbbing ass with the cane. i felted him move the cane away it was bliss i throught to myself 'he's not going to punish me'. as i throught that he came down with the cane once and a secound time, it was rapid fire after that i tryed not to move. as he got to the last one i moved and it had to be done all over again. tears just flowed down my face.

by the time he was done, the dildo in my cunt come out. i was so wet down there, he saw and dropped his pants putting his cock in my face i was so ready to cum that i gladly sucked his off til he pulled out of mouth. i raised my ass in the air enough for his cock to go in my cunt. he started going nice and slow then rough and fast, i was moaning through my gag and begging for more. he fucked me til we both came. when he was pleased with me, he got me up and took me to the shower. while the shower master pulled out the anal plug slowly as to not hurt me more then i already was he washed me being careful over my cuts when he was done he oiled me down and dressed me in my black see-through pjs. by the time we got downstairs its was 8pm and mistress and taliya was in the livingroom. master sat on sofa and i sat on his lap feeling his arms around my waist and his cock throbbing under me.

i looked at mistress and smiled at her i knew she was going to have the time of her life tonight like i did. it was getting late and master returned me to my room, my dinner was on my desk he told but i still couldnt sit down so i got a pillow from my closet and place it on my chair so i could sit and eat. after i was done with it master called mistress in to take my things to the kitchen, she kissed me goodnight and lefted my room. master put me to bed, mistress had come in when i was in the shower and had changed my sheets. master told me he loved me and kissed me goodnight, i said goodnight and told him that i loved him too. he turned the lights out and lefted closing the door behind him. i was half asleep when i heard moaning and screams of pleassure from master and mistress room then i heard someone knocking on my door and taliya enter. i moved over in my bed so she could lay down beside me. she came in and closed the door, she lay down beside kissed me and i kissed her back. her hand and my hand reached for eachothers cunts. the night air was fulled with moaning and screams of pleassure, it was the night of my life.

 

 

Making Michelle A Sex Slave Chapter 3

ragnar38 on BDSM Stories

 

Derek Does Something Unexpected

Chapter 3

Derek told Michelle to go to the bedroom and take everything off.  While she was in there he went to his bedroom to retrieve his laptop.  He wanted to hook the egg back up to it and look at the data that was saved on it for that day.  When he walked into the playroom his cock started to immediately get hard from the sight of Michelle standing there naked in front of him.  He knew right away that it wasn’t going to be easy for him to keep his mind on what he was doing.

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He walked past Michelle and over to the side of the bed where he sat down on the bed and placed the laptop next too him.  He opened it up and prepared the program that he needed.  Finally he looked over at Michelle.  He looked at every curve of her body all the way down to her feet.  For some reason he had the uncontrollable urge to crawl over to her and start sucking on her toes.  That he didn’t understand because he wasn’t into sucking on toes and she wasn’t the one in charge so why would he be the one crawling around on the floor.  It should be the other way around.

“Now slave its time for you to give the egg back.  What you need to do is squat down in front of me and start to push the egg out.”  Derek said with no hint of a grin or smirk on his face.

“Yes Master.”  Michelle walked over to the spot he pointed to and squatted down over it.  She tried several times to get it to come out but it wouldn’t budge even an inch.

Derek had an idea.  He turned back towards his laptop and started typing something.  As soon as he hit the enter key Michelle’s eyes went wide and her mouth started to hang open.  He had turned it on to a constant, intense vibration.  He watched as Michelle tried to keep her balance and finally grabbed the side of the mattress so she wouldn’t fall over.  It didn’t take very long before he started to hear her moan and her breathing to become ragged.  He noticed that her nipples were completely erect.  He reached out and took one between his thumb and forefinger.  Slowly he twisted it and started pinching and pulling on it.  He knew he was starting to be rough with her nipple but that didn’t matter to him.  At that point and time he wanted his egg back.  After five minutes of the egg and Derek roughly fondling her nipple the egg dropped out onto the floor, making a light splash into the puddle she had made on the carpet. 

Michelle collapsed onto her knees after Derek retrieved the egg from the floor.  She has never had as many orgasms in one day like she has had today.  It surprised her that she could have that many.  She watched as Derek wiped the egg off, then hooked it up to his laptop and started bringing up all kinds of graphs showing every time the egg went off, how intense each time was, and too her surprise, also told when she had an orgasm.  The best she could figure was that it had some kind of sensor in it for that.  She was actually impressed with everything it could do.

When Derek brought everything up on the screen he couldn’t help but smile.  He could tell that it went off on her a couple times going to work.  That right there would have been fun to see.

“So my slave, did you have an interesting ride to work this morning?”  Derek asked.

“Yes Master I did.  The only time that I didn’t like was the second time it started vibrating and I almost wrecked into a construction site.”  Michelle said while still on her knees on the floor.

“Well I certainly don’t want you getting in a wreck while driving so next time I will program it to only start after you have arrived at work.  Have to make sure your still in one piece.  I’m just starting to have fun with you.”

“Thank you Master.  May I suggest something Master?”

“What is it?”

“Well I was thinking that maybe you could make it only vibrate lightly while I’m driving to work and home.  That should be safe for me.”

“You must really like this little toy don’t you?”

“Yes Master I do.  It made for a very interesting day at work.”

“I am pleased that you like it slave.  Apparently it worked better than I anticipated it would.  I can see you having even more fun with this.”

“Master, some girls at work found out about the egg.  I never told them.”  Michelle explained everything that happened in complete detail to her Master.  She could see that he was already having ideas going through his mind.  She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

“Master may I stand up?”  Michelle asked.  She had been sitting on her knees for the last 20 minutes and her legs and knees were starting to hurt.

“Yes.  You can stand up.”

“Thank you Master.”  Michelle replied while trying to get up off the floor.  Her legs were real stiff from sitting like that for so long.  That made her wonder how she was able to do that all the time when she was just a little girl growing up.  Once she was standing she flexed her legs a little to try and work some of the stiffness out of them.  Her legs started to feel a lot better after that.

“Well it sounds like you have a very interesting day at work and even had some fun with some coworkers also.”

“Yes Master.  The part with the coworkers was totally unexpected.  I have never done anything like that in my life.  I was kind of shocked that I actually enjoyed having another woman lick my pussy.  I’m actually getting wet thinking about it.”

“Show me slave.  Prove to me that you are getting wet.”

Michelle spread her legs, reached down and slid two fingers into her pussy.  The first time they slid up inside her you could already here a slight squishing sound.

Derek sat there and watched as Michelle fingered herself in front of him.  He could hear the squishing sound from her fingers being shoved into her pussy.  He could feel his cock start to get hard again.  He could tell that she was really enjoying herself.  He noticed that she never once opened her eyes.

Slowly Derek climbed off the bed and moved the laptop and the egg over to a chair.  While he continued to watch her he slowly started to undress.  Once he was completely naked and his cock pointing straight out in front of him, he walked up behind Michelle.  Slowly he reached his arms around her and took both of her nipples in between his fingers.  He loved how hard they were.  What amazed him was how big they actually got.  He figured that if he laid a dime on top of each one it still wouldn’t cover them completely.  He felt her jump when his fingers touched her nipples.

Michelle never even noticed that Derek had moved away from the bed and was now standing behind her.  If it wasn’t for him reaching around and grabbing her nipples she never would have noticed.  Then she realized he wasn’t wearing anything when the head of his cock started pressing into the crack of her ass.  She knew there was a lot of pre cum coming out of the head of his cock by the way it was sliding in between her ass cheeks so easily.  She has never had a cock rub against her butthole before and never intended to try it but right then she was amazed that she was enjoying it and all he was doing was rubbing his cock head across it.  All of a sudden he let go of her nipples and instructed her to bend over the bed.  She did as she was told.

Derek was immensely enjoying himself with just pinching her nipples and rubbing his cock on her ass but he wanted more than that.  Once she was bent over the bed he started rubbing her ass all over.  With one quick movement he gave her a good swat on one of her ass cheeks.  He listened as she let out a slight whimper from that first swat.

“So slave, do you like it when I do that?”

“No Master I actually don’t.  But I will like it if it will please you.”

“That’s a good girl.  But I think that after awhile you will start to like it.  Most girls don’t like being spanked at first but after a bit of time they realize that being spanked is actually fun for them.” 

He gave her another good smack on her ass, this time on the other cheek and also with his other hand.  He stepped back away from her and looked at the two beautiful red handprints he left on her ass.  The site of that made Derek very pleased with himself.

Michelle’s ass cheeks were hurting but it wasn’t anything like when he used the paddle on her.  That was a lot worse to her.  She could feel his cock sliding between her ass cheeks again and down along her pussy and over her clit.  This feeling she liked because there wasn’t any pain involved.  Or so she thought.

She noticed that he started rubbing his cock over her butthole even more.  That started to worry her.  She knew that nobody has ever been in there and that Derek’s cock was bigger than she expected it to be.  She could feel him push the head of his cock against her hole on every other pass over it.  All of a sudden she felt the head of his cock pop into her.  Immediately she tightened her ass up and squeezed it back out.  Suddenly she felt him swat her again, harder this time, on each ass cheek causing her to cry out from the pain.

“Now slave you need to hold still or will I have to go and get the restraints so you can’t move at all.  Is that what you want?”

“No Master.  I won’t do that again.  It’s just that I have never done anything like that before and I guess it startled me a little.”  Michelle replied with a slight tremble to her voice.

Derek stood behind her grinning like a little kid that just stole a cookie from the cookie jar and got away with it.  Having control over Michelle was exciting him so much that he could have cum right then without even penetrating her.  But that wouldn’t have been much fun.  Not in any way would it have been.  He was going to have his way with her and she was going to do anything he told her to do.

Derek finally snapped out of his little erotic trance and went back to what he was previously doing.  This time when he grabbed her by her hips he made sure that he had a firm grip on her so if she thought of trying to jerk forward she wouldn’t be able to move even an inch.  Once he had a good hold of her he started rubbing his cock over her tight little butthole and back across her swollen pussy.  He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer if he kept doing that.  Without any warning he lined the head of his cock up with her butthole and gave one hard push, shoving half of it inside her.  He felt her ass tighten up again but this time it was useless.  The only way his cock was coming out of her ass was when he pulled it out.  He could hear her trying to stifle a cry from the pain of her ass being penetrated for the first time and also with him not taking his time and making sure she was well lubed before hand.  Slowly he started to pull back till just the head was in her and then rammed it inside of her completely to the point of feeling his balls slapping against her.  This time she cried out without trying to silence any of it.

Michelle thought her ass was being ripped apart.  She thought he might have taken his time, slowly easing into her, so she could try and get used to him being in there.  Damn was she wrong.  She wanted so much to get away from him but knew if she tried he would put the restraints on her.  She enjoyed being free and wanted to keep it like this if at all possible.  She felt him start to loosen his hold of her hips and felt his hands start to work there way up to her breasts.  Once he had a hold of them he slowly started to pump his cock inside her ass.  For a little bit it hurt like hell, but then she started to feel a little bit of pleasure mixed with the pain.  All of this was starting to get totally confusing.  First she gets beat with a flogger and a paddle and it makes her pussy wet.  Now there is a dick in her ass and she is starting to like it, a lot.

Derek thought his dick was going to get ripped off in her tight ass.  He’s fucked virgin ass before but never anything this tight.  With every thrust into and every time he would pull back out, it was a battle to not shoot his load.  When he started to hear Michelle moaning he knew she was starting to like it.  He didn’t waste any time increasing the speed of every thrust.  He started pushing into her so hard that several times he knocked her off of her hands until she finally kept her head down on the mattress.

Derek had been going at it for about fifteen minutes when all of a sudden he heard Michelle announce to him that she was about to cum.  Right away he quit concentrating on trying to hold back from cumming to letting it just flow from his cock.  He knew he was getting rough with her but never realized that every time he would thrust into her he was making an animalistic guttural growl from somewhere deep inside him. 

Michelle knew she wouldn’t last much longer and had a feeling that Derek, her Master, wouldn’t last much longer either by the way he was growling and the ferocity of every thrust into her.  For a little bit there she was starting to think that it wasn’t Derek behind her but some kind of wild animal from the way he was starting to sound.  She knew it was him but she just had to look back towards him anyway. 

When she did it almost frightened her by what she saw.  The look on Derek’s face didn’t even seem like it was even him.  His eyes were completely glazed over, his pupils completely dilated and never blinking, not even once.  Every muscle in his face was completely tight and his teeth were clenched tightly together in a snarl.  She noticed that he was even had drool running out the corners of his mouth.  The one thing she didn’t realize was ,that he had dug his finger nails into her hips so hard that trails of blood, from each area where his nails had dug in, was running down the outside of her thighs.  Now she was frightened after seeing that and the expression on his face.  All she could do was hope that this would be over quick.  All of a sudden she started screaming that she was cumming.

When Derek heard her scream that she was cumming he rammed into her so hard that she ended up lying flat on the bed but that never slowed him down.  He kept a tight hold onto her hips and pulled her back to the edge of the bed some more and continued fucking her ass like a savage animal.  He could feel his load getting ready to explode out of him and with three extremely hard thrusts, he fell on top of her and bit down on her shoulder and started shooting stream after stream of cum into her dark passage.  He could hear her scream when he bit down and also tasted blood in his mouth.  He loosened his jaw a little and started running his tongue over the teeth marks he had made, licking up any blood that seeped out.

Michelle was having trouble believing what had just happened.  It was one thing to be pounding her like she was the last one he would ever fuck, but, for him to dig his finger nails in till he drew blood and to also bite her till she bled and then for him to start licking the blood from the bite mark, that was way too much for her.  She started to wonder what the hell she had gotten herself into in the last couple of days.

Finally she felt Derek roll off of her and lay on the bed next to her.  She wanted to look over towards him but she was scared to even do that.  She knew why her hips and shoulder were hurting but didn’t understand why the upper part, of the back of her legs, was hurting also.  She looked behind her and noticed that he had a mirror placed over there.  When she looked towards it at her reflection she was almost horrified at what she saw.

The upper part of the back of her legs and most of her ass cheeks were turning purple.  Derek had fucked her so hard that he had bruised her so bad that she look like someone had beat the shit out of her legs.  She heard Derek starting to move around a little and could hear muffled moans coming from him.  When she looked over at him when he turned on his side she could see that he was starting to bruise also.  Damn she wanted to knock the shit out of him for what he had just done.  She couldn’t say that he raped her because that wasn’t true.  She knew that she had started enjoying being fucked in the ass but the rest of it she could have done without.  She heard Derek say something to her.

“Are you okay?”  Derek asked with a bit of concern in his voice.

“Yes Master I think so.  I really didn’t expect most of that.  My hips and shoulder hurt and also the back of my legs.”

Derek started to try and sit up but felt the pain in his legs from the bruising.  When he looked at his legs he knew right away why her legs were hurting also.  He felt bad about that, and then he noticed the five claw marks on her hips from where he was holding onto her hips He looked at his finger nails and saw the blood and a little bit of skin underneath them.  “Damn how crazy did I get with her?”  He thought to himself.  Right then he started to remember licking her shoulder and the taste of blood on his lips.  He pushed himself up a little to look at her shoulder and could clearly see the bite mark with still a little bit of blood coming out of it.

“Lay still, I‘ll be back in a minute.”  Derek told her.

“Yes Master.”

It was everything Derek could do to get off the bed but knew that the pain he felt was nothing compared to the pain he had caused her.  He didn’t quite understand what came over him and wasn’t sure if he wanted too.  When he finally got up off the bed, he left the bedroom and heading down the hall to the bathroom. 

When he returned he had a hot washcloth with a bar of anti bacterial soap, a couple Tylenol with a glass of water for the pain, a small tube of antibiotics, some bandages and tape.  He wiped off the wounds that he inflicted on Michelle till he was sure they were clean.  When he was done, he placed some bandages over the marks on her shoulder and hips.  He helped her sit up and watched as she took the Tylenol with the water.  He actually felt bad for what he had done but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit it too Michelle.  Finally he did.

Michelle couldn’t believe that he was apologizing for what he had done.  She was glad he did but she really expected for him to keep up the whole Master/slave routine going.

“It’s okay Master.  The pain will go away after awhile.  The bruising on the back of my legs might take longer but it will go away.”

“I don’t know what came over me.  I got carried away with myself more than I realized until I had finished.  Let’s get you in my bedroom so you can rest.”

“Master, if it’s okay with you I would like to stay in here.  I kinda like it in here.”  Michelle replied.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to stay in here if you don’t want too.”  Derek told her with a sincere look on his face.

“Yes Master I would like to sleep in here.”

“Well, okay.  If that is what you would like.  Lie down and rest for a few hours then I will wake you in a little while.”

“Yes Master.”  Michelle worked her way up to the top of the bed and crawled under the covers.  She actually liked how this bed felt and the also the feel of the sheets against her skin.  She hadn’t laid there for five minutes before she fell asleep. 

Derek went into the bathroom to take a shower.  It was starting to bother him as to why he had done that to Michelle but he still didn’t have a good explanation for his actions.  He was enjoying the whole Master/slave thing that he had going but, with him digging his nails into her and biting her, till she bled, was something he has never done with anyone else, ever.  This was all really confusing for him.

When he was finished with his shower he stood in front of a full length mirror and finally had a good look at the bruises on his legs.  It was so bad that it actually spread up towards his hips.  He started thinking about everything that had happened in his playroom with Michelle to try and figure out where he lost control.  That was the only thing he could think to call it was loosing control.  What else could he call it.  He felt exhausted and decided to go take a nap also.  Derek decided he would try and understand all of it later.  He walked back into the playroom and crawled in bed next to Michelle and slid up next to her, laying his arm across her body and pulling their bodies close together in a spoon position.  After a few minutes he fell asleep enjoying the warmth of her body against his.

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First Night--part 1

Thorny Rose on BDSM Stories

His hand lifted her chin to look sternly into her eyes. Her body and soul quivered with pleasure at the edge of command in His voice, "Unless given express permission, you are not to speak. Nod if you understand this." She eagerly nodded her head.

"Very good. Now, spread your legs and place your hands behind your head. Stand up straight!" A flicker of appreciation gleamed in His eyes at her instant compliance.

He began to slowly circle her body, touching her here and there: a fingernail raked up her spine, fingertips circled lightly on her ass cheeks, her nipples were rolled between thumb and forefinger. She felt a sharp sense of loss each time a touch stopped, even as her body tensed in anticipation, wondering where the

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next would land. Her breathing became labored; her heart raced; her nipples tightened; her face flushed a dusky rose. Soft muffled whimpers came from her, as she tightly pressed her lips together, knowing that she must not speak. Moisture was forming between her legs, and she knew that He knew it.

His even, steady gaze caused her to shudder as it noted each of her reactions to His every touch. He was, she knew, learning her responses, watching what made her body shudder and fires of raw need course through her veins..

He placed His fingers under her chin and looked deeply into her eyes; her lids dropped over the green orbs as she trembled violently. Sure now of His power in her mind, He pulled an armless chair to sit in front of her. Without a word, he grasped her by the waist and pulled her over his knees. He smiled at the sharp intake of breath. He savored her vulnerable position, devouring her with His eyes. He watched her quiver with anticipation, noticing the subtle thrusting of her buttocks upward--the very invitation He had been waiting for. CRACK!! His hand fell; she gave a small, muffled cry but bore the blow without flinching. CRACK--the other cheek this time. Tears sprang to her eyes, as she bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from crying out, "Thank You, Sir!" His hand rose and fell in quickening tempo; her breathing became choked with hoarse sobs and moans. Moisture from her cunt seeped onto the leg of His pants. He felt the sweat begin to form beneath his hand on the small of her back. He sensed the straining in her muscles as her slender body writhed on His lap. "Give Me your left hand, little one," He said as He reached into the small bag beside the chair. He pulled her hand behind her back. "Now, the other hand, don't make Me wait." With her body precariously balanced over His knees, He expertly secured her wrists together with the rough hemp rope He had brought with Him. His hand curled into her hair and pulled her to her feet as He rose from the chair. He gave her a brief moment to steady herself on her feet before placing His hands behind His back. His eyes traveled up and down her body, assessing His pet: hair up in a loose topknot, emerald eyes wide, pupils dilated, face flushed, lips slightly parted, nipples erect, light sheen of sweat on her almost translucent skin. "Yes," He murmured to himself, "exactly as it should be."

There she stood, the position of her bound arms thrusting her breasts forward, her entire body tingling with the anticipation of what will come next. His gaze felt like a caress on her skin. A tiny whimper slipped past her lips as he picked up the riding crop from the table. "On your toes, little one. Now," with that edge of danger in His voice that so thrilled her. Rising on her toes, she struggled to stay upright with her hands bound behind her. The very tip of the crop fell onto her ass, the sensation making her sway. SSSSSSSSSWISH! The tip fell again, the sharp sting blending into the first. He brought the tip down onto her flesh harder and faster, enjoying the tiny rivulets of sweat that trickled down her neck and the stripes that marked her ass. Shifting slightly, He brought the crop down again--this time the full length cut across her already inflamed cheeks. Low moans and growls were coming from her throat. He stopped and noted her rigid posture, her every muscle straining for release. "No, little one. Not yet--you will not cum until I tell you. Nod if you understand Me." He watched her struggle to gain control over the sensations in her body as she nodded her head. "Good girl," He said, as He watched her muscles relax.

He watched her breasts rise and fall as her breath came in gasps. He noted the erectness of the nipples, the tiny gold rings that pierced them. He wondered how many clothespins He could fit on each one. Her body hummed with anticipation as the tip of the crop moved back and forth across her nipples. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body as He toyed with the nipple rings with the tip of the crop. With a quick flick of His wrist, He brought the crop sharply across the top of her breasts, leaving a red stripe just above her nipples. A sharp gasp of "OH!" escaped her lips before she could bite it back. Her eyes went wider in terror and she pressed her lips more tightly together, hoping He hadn't noticed. She knew those hopes were futile when He stepped in front of her, and placed two fingers lightly under her chin, "Did you say something, little one?" His eyes had the cold fire of diamonds and could cut granite with a single glance. She blinked tears from her eyes and shook her head rapidly. "Very good, I didn't think so, I should hate to be forced to punish you so early. That would not please Me at all." She reveled in the edge of raw power in His voice and realized that just the knowledge she had displeased Him would hurt far worse than any punishment He could devise.

Her knees grew weak at the thought of how utterly she belonged to Him; she swayed on her toes, almost falling forward. One of His large, strong hands pressed to her breastbone held her upright. The contact of His skin sent ripples of warmth throughout her body, as though it gave off a low-level electrical charge. She felt an intense longing to lean just a bit more into this contact--a longing quickly quenched by the awareness that He had not given permission for this. With a quavering exhalation, she was able to steady herself on her toes once more. The stab of loss she felt when He removed His hand was replaced by a warm glow of pleasure and pride, as he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Such a good girl."

His hot breath on her neck made flashes of summer lightning dance in her head. She battled with an almost overwhelming desire to lean her body into His strength. She sternly reminded herself of her purpose -- to serve His needs, fulfill His desires. When He wanted her body pressed to His, He would put it there. Consciously, she willed herself to stand straighter and vowed not to disappoint Him by disobedience.

As if he could read her thoughts, he stared deeply into her eyes, "Excellent decision, little one." The warmth in His eyes felt like a badge of honor to her. Her mind was reeling; how had she become so quickly addicted to His praise and approval?

He placed the tip of the crop at the hollow at the base of her throat and dragged it lightly and slowly downward, toward the juncture of her thighs, where her juices were flowing freely. When the tip of the crop was a fraction of an inch from her slit, He changed direction and began a slow ascent. A tiny whimper escaped her throat, but she steeled herself to remain motionless as the crop made its upward journey.

The crop touched her chin, "Are you wet, little one?" She opened her mouth to speak, saw His eyebrows arch upward, and remembered His prohibition. She nodded her head, instead. He chuckled, "Very good, little one knows that being asked a question does not imply permission to speak. Such a wise, good girl." She released a tremulous sigh, knowing that she had just passed a test. The tears of relief made her eyes sparkle and threatened to spill down her cheeks.

To be continued

Slave Holiday with Master.

Miss C on BDSM Stories



CHAPTER 1.











I am lying on my left side, tightly restrained by arms and legs to the
posts at the head and foot of the large frame surrounding Masters large 4-post
bed. This is my sleeping position, exposed and vulnerable to his whim, gagged
and blindfolded so as to ensure the element of surprise, enhancement of my
senses and limited protest from me.
My nipples are usually encased in tight rubber bands to ensure maximum
engorgement and sensation, sometimes I am plugged in my pussy and arse, and
sometimes my legs are spread apart. Master varies my position as he
wishes.Â

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It is the first day of our holiday.

Master wakes in a happy mood, we are packed and ready to go, it’s about an
hour’s drive to the airport, then a 2hr flight to our destination. A week of sun and relaxation with some fun and training
thrown in I’m sure.

As per our regular daily routine, Master releases me and inspects my
breasts and nipples.Â

We shower, I suck his hardness and he cums deep inside me after some fast
plunges into my throat. It is never the same when I suck him, never boring, never tedious and never too long before he
releases.

We only have a quick drink before dressing and leaving for the plane. We will
grab a bite at the airport, then lunch on the plane.

Master checks outside, the sun is shining and clear blue skies signal a perfect
day.

Master has dressed me in white. White lace push up bra, white blouse; - see
thru of course, white skirt; - short and lightweight and white medium heels. No
underpants naturally. He banded my nipples tightly before I put on my bra. The
cab arrives. He places the luggage in the boot (trunk) before opening my door
and seating me in the back of the cab. He leans and whispers to me before
closing my door.

‘Tweak your nipples, I want them standing out.’

I obey immediately. Pinching and twisting my nipples under the bra so that they
stand out even more than they already are. My breasts are still swollen from the binding last night. Master climbs
into the front seat and we are off on holidays.

I continue to play with my nipples intermittently until we arrive at the
airport. Master pays the cab driver, opens my door and I step out. I glance at
the seat, noticing the wet stain that I have left behind and smile to myself.
Master removes the luggage and we make our way to check in. Once the
formalities are over we grab a snack and wait in the lounge for the boarding
call. We are only sitting for 15 minutes when the call comes and we line up to
board the plane.

Master stands close behind me, the excitement is driving me wild, it makes my
nipples stand up even more and I am sure everyone is watching. We move into the cabin, and find our seats against the
window and center, Master guides me into the window seat and he settles in
beside me once he has placed his bag in the locker over-head. He is smiling at
me; we buckle up and settle back for the flight.

















The plane is barely in the air when Master leans over and rubs his hand between
my legs. I am very wet, and his fingers easily slide along my pussy lips. He
pulls my right leg over towards him and I open them up wide for him, his
fingers push further inside me, I lean my head on his shoulder as he explores my wetness. He
pushes hard, at least three fingers are deep inside me as I hold my breath and
clench my hands. He pulls out, licking his fingers of my juices and settling me
back in my seat. I try to calm my breathing, looking out the window I feel his arm
across my chest, his hand sliding inside my blouse as he searches for my
nipple. His fingers find my left breast and release the nipple over the top of
my bra. He tugs it and pinches it as I bite down on my lip.

The steward moves along the aisle asking if we need drinks, Master waves him on
as his hand continues to explore. My arms are by my side, legs still open but
with Master leaning over me, all that is visible from the aisle is my head.

He finds and releases my other nipple. He pulls and twists it as well and I
bite again on my lip.

Master sits back, removes his jacket and lays it across my lap. He reaches into
a pocket removes and pushes the silk cloth in my mouth. I close my lips together hard, knowing that this can only
mean one thing.

Master reaches into the jacket again, producing a medium size black butt plug.
It is rubber and not detected by security.

He places his arm behind my lower back, hand towards my cheek and lifting my
arse slightly off the seat he pushes the plug under me. I try to assist without
making any noise and after some forcefulness, my arse is jammed full and I am
panting quietly into the gag.

Again he reaches into the jacket. This time he hands me a dildo. It too is
rubber, feels reasonably solid and it is huge. Not only is it long, but very
wide as well and I am aghast as Master places it in my hand and pushes my hand
under the jacket.

He pulls my head over gently and whispers in my ear.
‘You are to fuck yourself now Sub. There is to be no noise.. but do not
cease until I tell you. If you feel the urge to orgasm, stop for 5 seconds and start again.’

I stare at him eyes wide open.

‘If I do not feel you are going hard enough, then I will assist you.’
He pinched and twisted my nipple hard, as I squealed under the gag.

I slowly reached under the jacket and under my skirt. My pussy was well
lubricated as I shuffled it towards the edge of the seat and began to insert
the dildo. It was very wide and I had to push in and out a few times before it
finally moved inside me. I gasped as the huge, hard object pushed inside me,
touching against the butt plug as I gently guided it inside.

I pulled it outwards; the sensations flooding over me were electric. Master was
watching as my eyes rolled back and I breathed deeply through my nose. Again I
inserted the monster cock and pulled it out, slightly quicker. Master pinched
and twisted.. I rose on my seat with a start, my ‘ouch’ muffled by the gag.
‘I said fuck yourself, now do it.’ He growled at me.

I rammed the cock deep inside me and pulled it out. My hips rose up off the
seat as I rammed it in again and again. After creating a rhythm I could feel that the orgasm was building, so I stopped for a
break, counted 5 and started again. Faster and faster I pushed it in and out, hearing my juices squelching as they leaked
out. Three or four times I started and stopped, my heart beating almost out of
my chest, terrified that I would be caught. Master was leaning across the whole
time, one arm around my shoulders, the other inside my blouse.

I stopped again when the orgasm was almost on me, Master pulled my head close
again.
‘Push it right in Sub.’ I obeyed, and he kept whispering into my ear…

‘Do it…pull it out and push it again… Ohhh….. yeahhh, it is building up inside
you my Sub… you can feel it… keep fucking yourself, in and out…. that’s right, faster Sub… faster…’

I obeyed him, pumping faster and faster as my muscles tightened and I was on
the edge. I stopped again. He grabbed a nipple and twisted hard.

‘Come on Sub… you can do it, keep fucking my sweet Sub… keep going…. Faster,
come on… faster I said..’ he was almost growling at me, his voice deep and
soft.

He was twisting so hard while he was talking to me I was losing total control
of where I was. My body was jerking, I was thrusting the huge wide cock deep
inside and out then deep down again as he encouraged me.

I moaned loudly as the orgasm came, he pulled my head down onto his chest,
continuing to twist and pull on each nipple, stifling my moans and hiding my convulsions as the waves hit me.. My juices
poured out, the seat was soaking wet under me as my body went limp against his chest and I heaved for breath. He held me
for a few seconds before gently tucking my nipples under my bra, leaving just enough of the darker skin showing while
the bound points of my nipples tried to push their way through the material.

‘Leave it inside you.’ He stopped my arm as I went to remove the dildo.

I obeyed, pushing it inside me and sitting up on the seat.

The plug and the dildo were pressed together inside me, my pussy was swollen
and numb from the fucking that it just received, but the moisture remained.



Master ordered us drinks as the mainland came into view. I gathered
myself
together, leaning back in my seat and trying to relax. It was very hard to sit and look calm while my holes were full
as Master wished. He took the gag and slipped

in back into his pocket.

‘We are almost here sub, reach into my jacket, there is a thong for you to
wear, put it on and leave your friends in their place until we are at the motel.’

I obeyed him, sliding the thong over my legs and under my arse, making sure
that the plug and dildo were secured by the thin piece of material between my legs. We finished our drinks; and
prepared for the landing.

The coast was spectacular from the air and just as stunning when we were on the
ground. The air was clear, sun shone and the temperature was warm as we left
the terminal. I was finding it awkward to walk, but Master led me along by the arm, leaving me no time to think about my posture, or the people staring
at my nipples.

The cab dropped us at our resort and from the outside it was stunning. Huge
palm trees lined the driveway. The foyer was all marble, ceiling fans whirred overhead and the smartly dressed attendants
carried our bags to our 2nd floor room.

Master scooped me in his arms and stepped inside the room. Moving to the bed,
kissing me softly he lowered me onto my back, and lay on top of me. I opened my legs for him as his body pressed down
on me, his hands exploring my body as we writhed together in a tangle of
passion.

Master undid my blouse and pulled my bra upwards. My breasts popped out and his
mouth engulfed them as his hand moved down to my thong, swiftly removing it and
throwing it aside.

He nibbled one bound nipple then the other, removing the butt plug and
unzipping his pants without losing momentum.

I lay there, arms spread out and eyes closed enjoying the sensual love making
from my Master.

He knelt up between my legs, I opened my eyes to see his cock hard and
glistening poking from his trousers which were creased at his knees. He put his hands under my thighs and lifted them upwards,
pressing on the dildo inside my pussy as he did. He rested my ankles on his shoulders as his fingers traced my
engorged pussy lips and down to my gaping arse.

He entered me gently and slowly, holding my legs tight and leaning forwards, as
he pushed his cock inside my bowels, looking me straight in the eyes as he fucked me. I was numb, he fucked my arse erotically,
seemingly gentle, but yet hard and fast, grunting and groaning as his pleasure built.
‘Sub.. remove the bands’… he puffed between thrusts. I obeyed, lurching my hips as the painful rush of blood seared through my
nipples.

‘Tweak…uhh…uhh…tweak…’ He panted at me between thrusts.

I reached my nipples and twisted them both many times, moaning and thrusting
with him before he came hard inside me. Arching my back with the wonderful
sensation of his warm gift, and my tender swollen nipples.

‘Agghhhhhh… Ohhhh… my….. godddd…’ He screamed out, thrusting the last of his
juice into me and collapsing into my arms.

Dinner was served at 7 in the dining room, so we had to shower and prepare for
our first meal at the resort.

I was elated, Master was happy and we were clearly in love.







After dinner, we return to our room. The drapes are
drawn; candles burn on the dresser and soft music is playing through the sound
system.

Master orders me to undress as he pours us a drink. I obey immediately. He hands me my glass of wine and gestures for me to sit with him on the couch.
I sit close to him; we sip our wine
quietly, soaking the atmosphere of the
room. The scent from the candles is soft and so romantic. I find my mind drifting off to this afternoon and the frantic love making that
we had before dinner. It seemed like it was hours ago, my senses are piqued
again, and the wine relaxing me, the presence of Master is also stimulating me.


I finish my wine, Master is still sipping his and as I place me glass on the
table he reaches his hand behind my head, pulls it to him and kisses my cheek
gently.

‘Kneel before me Sub. Present your nipples.’

I drop to the floor in front of him; my arms are behind my back as I push my
nipples forward to him.

He takes both nipples and pinches them together. Pinching and pulling them hard
as I strain to remain in my position kneeling in front of him.

He begins to band them one at a time. The bands are tight and there are many of
them. My nipples strain under the tight rubber constrictions, but when he is
finished he gives them one last twist each. He sits back and admires his
handiwork.

‘I have decided to change your sleeping position. You will have noticed that
this bed does not have posts, so I have had to make some adjustments.’

‘Yes Master.’
I remain kneeling while he stands and moves towards
the bed. He takes out the cuffs and ropes and moves around the bed attaching
rope to each corner and placing the cuffs on top of the bed.

‘Here sub.’

I stand and walk over to him. He pulls back the covers and orders me to lie on
the bed. This time, I am to lie facing him, my back facing outwards. I obey
him, laying on my right side facing the center of the bed.

Master places the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He clips my wrists together
and places them under the pillow at my head. Pulling the bed away from the
wall, he ties the rope tightly to the center leg at the head of the bed. This
pulls me slightly towards his side, so he loosens the rope and pulls it through
the center leg, back through my cuffs and down to the outer leg of the bed. He
pulls my shoulder through so that I am lying more towards my stomach. He ties
off the rope.

My right nipple is squashed and hurting as I wriggle to find a comfortable
spot.

Master moves to the foot of the bed, he stuffs a pillow under my thighs,
raising my arse upwards slightly as he pulls my right leg to the far corner of
the bed, causing me further onto my stomach and I squeal out with the pain. My
left leg is tied off to the center leg of the end of the bed. I am virtually
flat on my stomach. My head is squashed into the pillow, turned to face Masters
side of the bed. He removes the pillow, gags and masks me as I still squirm to
find comfort.

The first whack hit me with a loud crack. I stopped dead, holding my breath as
more and more rained down on me. I had no idea what he was using to whip me,
but the stings were intense and the whacks were numerous. I bit into my gag and
muffled my screams as they continued to rain down on me, my bum cheeks, thighs,
between my legs, my feet, my claves were all thrashed over and over for a long
time. He stopped and rubbed my red skin, his fingers exploring my sopping
wetness and fingering my hot arse. I could feel his breath, blowing on me,
soothing and cooling the welts. He began to lick me, my arse and leaning down
his head pressed between my legs as my hips rose slightly to meet him. He
licked at my juices, I strained for him to go further but he did not. I was
still sobbing softly, recovering from the thrashing he had dealt me.

He stood and belted me some more, these were slower strokes, and the weapon
felt larger, perhaps a paddle, but the pain was still intense. My arse was
going numb, the welts were taking more and more pain as he lashed at me, I just
lay there, bound tightly to the bed, my nipples tortured under my weight as
Master had his way and his pleasure with my body. I wanted him to stop the
pain, I wanted him inside me and as if reading my mind, he stopped. He moved
away and I felt nothing, heard nothing except my heavy breath as I groaned into
the gag, desperate for him to continue. The bed is wet under my head where I
have dribbled from the gag. My pussy feels swollen and engorged, my clit is
hard and hurting from the need to explode, how I want him to do something, but
still nothing. I wriggle a bit, moan out for him, pull against my cuffs and
force my nipples even harder into the bed. Nothing.

His hand strokes my cheeks gently and I become still. He rubs the oil over my
cheeks in a circular motion, teasingly close to my crack, gently brushing a
finger down as he continues his massage. Deeper and deeper he rubs, a finger
moves closer and closer to my wetness before finally sliding under and entering
my pussy.

I groan loudly as he presses my clit and rubs it hard. My hips want to move,
but I remain still, he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, rubbing hard and
without my knowledge he lubricates the medium butt plug. His rubbing increases
in pace and the orgasm builds inside me. My breath is faster and deeper, my
hips quiver in anticipation and with one thrust he plunges the plug inside me.
I lurch forward on the bed screaming loudly, rubbing my nipples hard against
the sheet as Master takes his fingers away from my pussy moves the plug in and out
of my arse and moves away. I squirm violently, my arse is up on the pillow, and
I want to cum badly. I am screaming to him, but he ignores my pleas and makes
his way to his side of the bed.

I feel him get onto the bed, I am panting hard, wanting an orgasm, my head
reeling from the plug firmly rammed inside me without notice, my nipples numb
with pain and my arse still feeling as if it is on fire.

Master leans over to me.

‘Stop moving, suck it in, I want to rest. Goodnight Sub.’

I moan again, desperately trying to slow my breathing, panting hard but quietly
as master made himself comfortable.

Eventually I doze off, but Master moves during the night and I wake with a
start. My breasts are agonizing, I am sure this must be doing me some damage
with my nipples tightly bound and squashed under me.

I was deeply asleep when he woke, the first I felt was his firm hand on my
shoulder, pushing it upwards while his other hand rubbed my breasts. They hurt
and I squealed with the pain. He rubbed hard, not speaking, just breathing
heavily as I let out my tine squeals under the gag. I wondered if it was
morning, my arms were stretched out as he pushed my left shoulder further
upwards and moved close.

His mouth was sucking my nipples; he licked them, kissed them and then bit on
each of them as I struggled to remain quiet.

He pushed my shoulder down again and lay close beside me. His hand rubbed up
and down my back, pressing my nipples against the bed hard, but I did not make
a sound. He reached the plug in my arse and teasingly ran his finger around it.
I held my breath and waited. His finger moved down further, my pussy was still
swollen and ready from earlier and the pace of breath from me began to quicken.

Gently and slowly he fingered my pussy, I strained to move my
hips but he was leaning on my back hard so I couldn’t move. He didn’t touch my
clit, I was shaking with anticipation and desire, but he continued slow and
gently strokes. My mind was going crazy as I mentally urged him to touch me.
Again he rubbed around the plug, his fingers brushing over the top of it,
gently pushing it deeper inside me. I groaned loudly for Master to fuck me but
he just gently rubbed and stroked me until he rolled over, pressing his back
against my body, and slept again.

I slept again until Master stirred in the morning. Again rolling over close to
me he pushed my shoulder.

‘Hold it up there. Stay still.’

I strained to hold my left shoulder up as Master worked on my nipples again. He
rubbed them hard causing me to squirm as the bands pulled against my skin.
Twisting and pinching before again sucking and biting them he pressed his face
into my chest, my arms straining against the ropes and cuffs that held me
tight.

Again he moved to my arse, this time, he took hold of the plug and thrust it in
and out of me hard and fast. Without warning he was fucking me hard with the
butt plug, moving to a kneeling position between my legs. He pulled the plug
out and entered me hard. I moaned loudly, as my head is rammed against the wall
and my nipples again squashed.

Hard and fast he fucked my arse, pumping in and out of me many times before
slowing and withdrawing.

He undid my cuffs and ropes and roughly rolled me over.

‘Sit up.’

I quickly sat on the edge of the bed.

‘Take your mask off.’

I obey him, his voice is not happy and I am worried.

‘I am sick of you squirming and wriggling around when I am using your holes.
They are MY holes remember.’
I nod.

‘Well, why do you move your arse around so much then, do I have to tie you
tighter? Do I have to punish you even more Sub?’

I shake my head no, tears have welled in my eyes and I am shaking as he speaks.


‘Stand. Turn and place hands on the bed. Do.. not.. move…’

He moves around the bed and returns with his thick leather belt. He hangs it in
front of my face before rubbing it against my arse. He doubles it and cracks
the leather together before unleashing his anger on my rump.

I push my feet hard onto the floor, clenching my toes and fingers so as to
stand still. 20 straps later, my head spins and my arse is numb. Master throws
the strap on the bed.

‘Come, shower me. At least I know you can do that properly. I will decide what
we are doing today whilst in the shower, and next time I want to use you, you
will be advised to behave. Hear?’

I nod my head; tears are running down my cheeks freely now.

I hate making Master angry, I will have to work harder for him. I remove the
gag, we shower and I suck him. My arse stings under the water but Master does
not notice. He is rough with me, pushing my head hard against his thrusts, I do
not make a sound as I wash him and please him.

We dress for breakfast, Master again chooses a tight outfit for me to wear,
pink top and denim shorts. My nipples are still swollen and protruding, Master
tweaks them before we leave the room so that I will gain maximum attention in
the dining room this morning.

Master chooses my light breakfast and we eat in silence.




a slaves tale

indianapril1 on BDSM Stories

Last update: 03/27/2008 Submitted by williams, april
 
 

A slave's tale

Part 1

     One night i wa

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s sitting by my Masters feet.  i thought it to be a normal night just sitting around doing the same old thing.  Our plans as i thought were to watch some TV and just kinda relax. 

    Mush to my unknowing Master had other plans for me.  He has been working on a something  in the attack (AKA) play room.  As i was getting lost in some show Master tells me to stand up and face him.  After i did this he told me to go to the play room.  He wanted to show me something.  To my surprise it was a hoist. The ones used for rope suspention. 

     i have alway want to just hang around on those things. They look like they would be fun.  my pussy was getting wet just knowing i was going to be tied up and played with.  In fact i was so wet that my juices were running down my legs. 

    i stud under the hoist until master could rap the rope harnes around the main parts of my body.  The ropes around my legs were getting wet with my cum. 

      After every thing was perpared and i was about 3 feet or so off the growned.  Master starts lubing my tite little asshole for my anul plug.  i just love that thing it is one of my favorit toys.  i love the way it makes me fill full.  Not to menchion how bad it makes me want to cum.  Trying to hold back and O with that thing in my ass is hell. But i love ever sec of it.  next my nipple claps were placed on my rock hard nipples.  last but knot least my clit clamps were placed on my pussy lips.   Just in away so my clit is completely exsposed.

    Bye this point i was begging to cum.  In my i can't take it anymore way.  Master just laught and said not yet my dear.  But if your good maybe i will let.  Please i begged let me cum just once. 

    Master smiles is evil Master smile.  What is he up to i thought to myself.  He went to the toy chest and retrieved my ball gag.  He walk back over to me and wispered in my ear.  If you can't holded your tounge this will do it for you. 

    As soon at the ball gag was in place he started walking to the door.  When he got to the door he told me to just hang on for awail. With that he walked out and turned off the light.

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