Returning
to the room Master gestures for me to sit on the bed.

‘I am not pleased with you. Perhaps you are becoming too comfortable with me.’

He moves about the room while I sit and contemplate his words.

Master makes our plans for the day. We head down to the pool area where we both
enjoy the cool water and bright sunshine. I am tired, I doze under the sun
while Master reads and takes the occasional dip in the water.

When I woke Master was gone from his seat. Looking about the pool deck I notice
him talking with some other men and

they are smiling at me. Lots of talking and nodding passes between them before
Master returns, sitting in the sun

lounge beside me.

‘I am going to play golf this afternoon, I need to relax.’

‘Yes Master. That is a good idea.’

‘Come with me up to our room.’

I rose and followed him up to our room. My nipples and arse are still tender
from last night and my mind still reeling

from his earlier comments. It was awful for me to think that I had displeased
him; I would have to make up for that and

let him know how special he was to me. Once in the room Master ordered me to
strip. He told me that I was not joining them for golf; I was to stay in the
room and think about my actions of the night before, and ways to rectify them.

‘Move over her Sub. Present your nipples.’

I move close to the bed in front of him and bend over so my breasts hang
freely. He binds each nipple tightly, and then places the breast harness on me,
pulling it tight around the base of each breast and tying it off behind my
neck. It is much

tighter than ever before and I grunt a little as he roughly pushes me into
place. He pinches my nipples hard; urging

the blood to flow to them, then slaps each breast many times causing them to
swell. I know better than to make a noise

at this point. Master is very serious and I dread to think what he has decided
for me for the day. He gags my mouth with the ball gag. It is large and fills
the whole of my mouth making breathing difficult and causing me to dribble a
lot.

He roughly turns me, cuffing my arms behind my back.

‘Kneel’

I obey him, kneeling in front of him, arms tightly cuffed behind my back, legs
slightly apart.

‘Head down.’

I place my head on the floor, raising my arse high up in the air. Master is
behind me; I can feel him standing there before

the cold lubricant drizzles down the crack of my arse. The inflatable butt plug
is one of his favorite toys, and he pushes it hard to enter my arse. Without
any stimulation my arse is tight and the pressure of the intrusion causes me
discomfort. I remain still as it enters me. He pumps the air into it as I again
grunt loudly. First 2 then 3 pumps of air expand the rubber in my arse,
stretching it wide.

Next my pussy. Master also uses a dildo; this time it is the wide, long, hard
one that I had to use in the plane. It is at

least 4 inches wide, solid, 9 inches long and Master pushes it deep inside. He
lifts my arse up high as he urges the dildo

into my now wet pussy. I grit my teeth hard together, it hurts me slightly. My
legs are wide apart, the intrusions have me stretched to my limits and I
struggle to control my emotions.

Master has never hurt me. He increases my levels of comfort and discomfort
depending on what he wishes to achieve with

me. When I have displeased him, my discomfort level is increased, teaching me
to control myself more for him.

Once my holes are full, Master moves away to inspect me. He pulls my head up so
that I am kneeling upright. I am panting

hard as my arse and pussy fight for the space between my legs.
‘Stand.’


He takes my arm and pulls me to my feet. Again he pays my breasts attention,
pinching and twisting my nipples while I dance on my toes. He reaches over to
the bedside cupboard and produces the clamps. Placing one on each nipple he
screws them tightly closed. I scream out as the pain curses through me, but he
is expressionless. The heavy chain attaching them dangles freely from my
nipples, dragging then downwards.
Master collars me. The collar is tightly
placed around my neck, fastened at the back with the chain lead falling

down my back. He turns me around, reaching through my legs gathering the chain
from my nipples, he threads it between

my legs, parting my pussy lips and pressing the chain against my clitoris, as
well as the dildos, attaching it to the lead

from my collar. Now if I move my head, I pull on my nipple clamps.
‘On the bed.’

He pushes me back, lowering me to the bed, pulling on the chain as I sit on the
edge. Master leans down and lifts my

legs, swinging me onto the bed, rolling me onto my side with the one movement.
I struggle for breath as my holes and nipples sting with the pressure on them,
Master is rough with me, rolling me onto my side, pulling my hips through so
that

I am unable to roll onto my back. He places the cuffs on my ankles. I moan
again as he pushes them close together and clips the cuffs tight. He threads
the rope through the cuffs on my hands and those on my feet, pulling it tight
so I am hogtied. The pressure on my body is immense. My legs are forced apart
above the knees by the dildos, and then tied tightly at the ankles. He wraps
another rope around the cuffs, pulling hard down to the leg of the bed behind
me, and pushes the rope under my body to the opposite side, tying it off at the
leg on the side that I am facing. He moves closer to me and wraps the scarf gag
around my already gagged mouth. Then places the blindfold firmly around my
eyes. I am trying to move, trying to voice me fear to him, but he is unmoved.
Blinded, hogtied, silent and shivering I lay there, waiting and trying to relax my tight-tortured muscles.

Master moves away and inspects me. I lie on the bed, only able to move slightly
as he inspects my binds. I am grunting behind my gag, breathing heavily through my nose as I try to maintain a relaxed
state.

‘I am going to play golf for the afternoon.’

‘You will remain here and think about ways to be still whilst pleasing me.

Enjoy yourself…….

Master leaves the room with a click of the door.

I lay still, contemplating my bound, hogtied state as the door opens again….

‘I forgot to tell you Sub….You may have a visitor or two while I am gone, you
will do as they ask, actually you will have no choice my Sub, so enjoy and be enjoyed.’

I hear the door close and he is gone. Lying on my side I wriggle my toes and
fingers within my cuffs to keep the blood flowing. I lose track of the time, my
fingers and toes are numb, and my holes are now stretched, comfortable around
their intrusions.

The door lock clicks and I hear it open. I freeze, who on earth is this???

The person moves towards me, I can smell cigarette smoke, I know it is not
Master. I can hear his breathing, heavy and fast as he moves towards me.

‘Mmmm, what have we here.’

His voice was deep and heavily accented. He moves his hand over my body and I
shiver under his touch.

He touches my arms, legs, back and rubs his rough hand over my arse cheeks. He
unties the ropes that hold me to the bed. Roughly pulling me by the cuffs
towards the edge of the bed where he stood. My breasts are squashed under me as
he roughly hauls me over. He leans and unclips the gag, pulling it away as I
gasp for air.

‘Open’

I open my mouth and take his cock. It is hard and oozing pre-cum as it enters
my mouth, his hand guiding my head with his thrusts.

Three or four times he thrusts into my mouth as I struggle to adjust to him. He
does not cum, withdrawing from my mouth

and pushing me roughly on my back. My breasts bulge upwards; he grabs the
nipple clamps and pulls on them hard as I scream out with pain. Slapping my
face hard, he growls at me.
‘Shut up Slut.’

He kneels on the bed, legs either side of me. I whimper as he pushes my tits
together and his cock between them. Thrusting he squeezes them tightly
together, fucking my tits hard, pulling on the nipple clamps and the chain
attached. He

pumps and pumps grunting loudly, squeezing my tits until I think they are going
to burst. They are swollen hard and sore.
‘Open’

I open my mouth again as he rams into my throat, releasing his river of hot cum
deep inside me. I cough and splutter as he squeezes the last drops out.

‘Lick it clean Slut.’

I obey him, licking his cock clean as he plays with my nipple clamps again,
pulling them hard, stretching my nipples sending waves of pain through my body. Just as I finish cleaning him there is a
knock at the door.

‘Yes.’ He calls out without moving.

The door opens again and more men enter. The man with the accent seems to be
the leader of the group, he moves away from me greeting the guests as they come up to the bed. He tells them that they
are all to have fun with me, test my tamina

and obedience, he will guide them and they are to obey him. I am shaking with
fear and anticipation.

The men move around me pushing me forward, pulling me back, and eventually
leaving me face down in the center of the bed my breasts are pulled through so they protrude out in front of me. They
leave me in this position for a long time while they talk, touch me and
occasionally fuck my holes with the dildos. My arse is a favorite, at least 4
times it is fucked hard with the inflatable dildo whilst fingering my pussy or
pulling on my nipples at the same time. Once or twice I am fingered

almost to orgasm, only to be left panting and dribbling hard onto the bed.

I am almost enjoying this so far.. I
wonder what Master is doing, what is he thinking, is he thinking about me, is
he happy with me.. Will he still want me? The thought of him selling me is too
much for me to consider.

One of the men removes my gag. I gasp for fresh air as he talks to me, stroking
my cheek and reassuring me that all will be OK. My mouth is dry and my tongue works to provide some saliva for me. The
ropes are loosened again. My legs and arms are released from the hogtied
position and uncuffed from each other. I lie on the bed and move my limbs to
retain some life in them.
'Roll over, present your pussy.’

I obey the leading voice, roll onto my back and spread my legs wide. My arms
are drawn above my head and held by the man behind me, I am still blindfolded and unable to see any of them.
My pussy is open and I can feel the lips being parted by fingers. My clitoris
is rubbed hard and once the fullness is exposed it is clamped. I jerk with the pain as the clamp is tightened, biting my lip and
clenching my fists as he finished clamping

me and tugs the chain to ensure it is secure. Before releasing my legs, he
explores with his fingers until my moistness is released and I relax again. He pulls my lips closed, holding them together
tightly. Next I feel a tight sensation on my lips as they are clamped tightly
together. The pain shoots through me as my lips are pulled into a vice like
object and it is screwed tightly closed. I jerk on the bed, only to be slapped
across the breast by one of the men.

My mind is racing in a fog. I am terrified of what they are going to do to me,
no longer comfortable with them, I am now scared.

My legs are pushed together, the tightness on my pussy is excruciating and the
chain leading from my clit is dangling through and is pulled as a test. I jump and squeal as the men laugh.
‘Sit up, present your tits Slut.’

I struggle to sit up, my legs want to stay wide open, but one of the men closes
them roughly.

‘Don’t sit like a whore, close your legs in front of Gentlemen.’

They all laugh as I begin to cry, trying hard to keep my legs together,
pressing the vice harder and harder on my pussy lips.

‘Shut it Slut..’

I stop, biting my lip as the breast harness is removed. One of the men roughly
grabs my right breast and pulls it outwards by the nipple. Another man begins to wrap tape around it tightly. The tape is
slowly and carefully wrapped around and around until only the nipple is
visible. The same is done with the other breast. The pain is mind numbing as my
breasts are tightly taped. Then, as I expected, my nipples are tightly clamped.
They let go of my breasts and step away. I am hunched over, the weight of my
breasts is enormous, the pain in them is more than I could ever imagine as they
tighten under the tight sticky tape.

The first man speaks again.
‘Put the harness back on, I want them
standing to attention like all of us..’

The men all laugh as the harness is tightened around my breasts and tied around
my head.
‘Stand.’

I struggle to stand up. My legs feel like jelly, the pressure from my pussy
lips is intense as I stand still in front of them. My breasts are heavy, dragging on the harness around my neck.

‘Move her over here to the table.’

A man on each side of me roughly guides me across the room. Walking is painful;
the chain from my clitoris is hanging between my legs, swinging as I walk. I am turned around, lifted and lay on my
back on the table. My hips are on the edge,

legs hanging over the end as my arms are tied together and pulled above my
head. My breasts poke upwards, the clamps on my nipples squeezing them tightly together. My legs are stretched out and
cuffed to the legs of the table.

I am gagged again tightly. There is movement between my legs, I can feel
fingers at my arse and I flinch. The chain attached to my clit is tugged and I
jump with fright as fingers push inside and twist around. I feel pressure,
something is being inserted to my arse as the fingers stretch it open and I clench my
fists tightly against the pain. My breathing is fast; the pain is shooting
through my whole body. The clamps on my nipples are also pulled upwards,
slightly arching my back.

Pain is coming from all directions, every nerve is on fire, my clit chain is
pulled again, longer this time, harder it is pulled as my arse is stuffed
fuller and fuller. Each pull of the chain coincides with a pull of the nipple
clamps and I rise from the table.

Finally the vice is removed from my pussy, slowly the blood flows back to my
lips, engorging them and my sex juices flow furiously. I am on the sexual edge as the chain is again pulled as a cock
drives deep into my wetness. The hard thrusts pull

against the chain even more, I am ready to explode, my nipples are stretched
and breasts squeezed hard. I scream into the gag, begging, pleading with them as the intensity rises. Harder and harder
he fucks me, releasing the clamp on my clit as he comes deep inside.

I release my orgasm hard. Loud moans and wave after wave rack my body. Another
cock is inside me, my arse is also being used, large beads are being pulled out
causing yet another orgasm. The second man comes quickly and I am left to
recover.

My chest heaves for breath, my legs are cramped, my breasts are hot and sore,
nipples stretched and again there is pressure on my clit.

The rubbing on my Clit brings me instantly to another explosion. The cock
pushing deep into my arse as my back again rises off the table. The clamps come
off my nipples; pulled free as I rise up I scream again, they are twisted hard
as I am fucked again and again in my arse.

Every man has his way with me over and over again. They eventually stop; I am
exhausted, lying limp on the table, used to within an inch of my life by these
men. I cry softly, wishing for Master to be here, wanting him to approve of me,
hoping that he will not discard me for another Sub.

I wake with a start. The slap hits me hard on the right then the left breast.
‘Shut it Slut. Stop that blubbering.’

He continues to slap my breasts from side to side hard, bringing every painful
sensation back to me very quickly.

‘Release her. I’ve had enough of her.’

I am untied and returned to the bed. The tape is removed from my breasts, the
harness secured tightly, my hands and feet are again hogtied and they position me on my side as Master left me.

The door shuts and they are gone.

I doze for a time until I hear the door again.

‘Hello my Sub. I am back from golf.’

I struggle to remain composed. He sounds happy and I am overwhelmed to hear his
voice. He moves to he bed, unties me, removes the harness, gag, blindfold and
cuffs and sits me up.

‘Master… I am so glad to see you.’

‘Good, come shower me, and dress for dinner.’

I stand and follow him to the shower. We wash, I suck his hard cock with gusto,
and he leans back against the wall and groans loudly as he comes deep in my
throat.

We return to our room, Master chooses his outfit and I dress him. He chooses my
outfit, my black lace up corset; see thru blouse, tight black skirt, garter, stockings and my black medium heels. He
helps me dress, lacing the corset up tight,

tweaking my nipples and positioning them just below the lace.

‘We have guests joining us for dinner, I want you to look your best.’

‘Yes Master.’

His hand reaches under my skirt from behind, my pussy is still tender but I do
not flinch as his fingers enter me.

He pushes hard inside me, breathing against my neck as he also presses my
breast under his hand, hard into my chest.

‘Good Sub, nice and wet for me. I have a big night planned for you my sweet
Sub.’

I remain still and silent as his breath gushes into my ear. Surging towards the
edge once again I control my breathing as he explores me further. He presses and pinches my clit in his fingers,
rubbing in around in a circular motion as he presses my nipple hard. I am very
wet; I can feel the juices welling inside me as he glides his hand back,
through my crack, brushing my arse before replacing my skirt and leading me from the room.
We move to the dining room, Master holding my hand tight, keeping me close to
him as we are seated at the booth. I slide in first, Master follows sitting on the edge where he prefers.
‘Why hello there.’ Said the accented
voice.

I froze, and stared at the table in shock.

‘Jenny, Mike said hello to you.’

‘Uhh…sorry..oh hi.. pleased to meet you.’ I reached and shook his hand; heÂ
squeezed mine in his grasp before releasing it and sliding in beside me from the other side of the booth.
‘This is my Friend Gayle.’

‘Hi’ I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. I am unable to look at him. I
am shaking, the fear is building inside me as Master looks at the Menu and orders for us. I move closer to
Master.

‘Jenny, here is your drink.’ Master looks at me with a quizzical glance. Surely
he knows this man and what he did to me today. Surely this is another part of
his test.

We make polite conversation over Dinner, Mike and his lady Friend have been at
the resort for the same time as us. They have been here before, recommending the yachting and snorkeling as activities
for us to try. Master tells us about his golf day. Occasionally his hand finds
its way under my skirt. I am sitting close to him and he explores my wetness at
his will. I do not flinch. While Master eats his meal, Mike leans over towards
me, his hand also slipping under my skirt. My thighs clench tight as he pushes
roughly past them to my pussy and drives his fingers inside me. He presses on
my clit hard as I sit still and stare forwards. Master glances over at him and
he withdraws quickly, leaning back towards Gayle.

Dinner could not finish quickly enough for me. We stand to leave the table as
Master signs the check for the Waitress.

‘Why not come back to our room for a night-cap.’ Mike smiled at us.

I tense up, gripping Masters hand tightly as he thanks them but declines the
invitation. We say our goodbyes and return to our room.

I am relieved beyond belief. I wonder if Master is aware of my experience.
‘Strip Sub.’

I obey him instantly, removing my clothes and standing before him. Master comes
over to me; he pinches my nipples hard, reaches down and pinches my pussy lips
hard, thrusting his fingers deep inside me.

‘On the bed, on your knees.’

I obey him.



The long night was just beginning for me.