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.

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     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.

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     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.

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     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 2^nd 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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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.

***

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.”

 

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