“Tom, your stories are too sexual and not rough enough for those of us on the SM side of aisle.  Even your bondage stories are seeped in overtly considerate sexuality, rather than demanding, even brutal punishment.  What I can’t figure is why you have so women writing you who want you to use them.”

 

“That’s easy.  Unlike you Bruce, or a lot of others in the scene, I do not punish to feed my own fetish or arousal. I don’t get off on causing pain.  I do it to enjoy the woman’s sexual response. 

 

Therefore, reason women want me to take them sexually is that with me, there is no worry that I will lose control and really hurt, or worse, kill them, when lost in the heat of arousal.  It is because I am not overly turned on by being the dominant that I am one seen by many – especially first timers, as a safe person for testing the waters.”

 

“Well try writing something that explores the delight in pain for its own sake.  You never know where it might lead”

 

I thought about what Bruce suggested and decide to try it.  Bruce – here it is.

 

 

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Many years ago there was a flourishing business in specialized sex tourism in certain, mainly Asian countries, that catered to the wealthy in the US and Europe and no desire was too difficult for them to fulfill.  This was long before the term sex tours had been coined and decades before laws would forbid such activities.  Nor were they the cheap go and fuck an underage kid in another country, for next to nothing, business that ruined the trade in recent years.

 

A friend suggested I might enjoy the “family plan” at Tai Plantation Resort and explore the sadistic side of my nature, so I contacted them and while what the rather large price included was not fully spelled out, I gathered that this resort only had one resident guest at any one time and that as a guest I would be amply supplied with submissive sex partners who were theirs to utilized in any way they saw fit.  From what I was told I expected to be given a couple of young adult siblings and the idea of exploring a pair of women from the same family excited me.

 

When I arrived I was introduced to two lovely and very naked young women.  Nee wore long hair down her back extending just over the upper curve of her buttocks.  Her breasts were tiny, less than A cup in size, with small, but markedly erect and very sensual looking nipples.  Her vulva was hairless with no visible hint of her inner labia. (which I would later discover were tiny)

 

Next to her was her polar opposite.  Yule had short hair, an hourglass figure and the largest breasts I had ever seen on a woman her size.  They dominated her chest and torso like two oblong basketball sized but oblong spheres, topped with wide-spreading areolas and perky nipples.  Her vulva too, was completely bald with large inner labia protruding visibly.

 

Their English was fair and their attitudes wonderful.  There were, I discovered to be my personal companions while I was there.  They would service my sexual needs as I wished and serve as my assistants when I participated with my ordered submissives.  They gave me a tour of the oceanfront property and then we returned to my room where they ran me a lovely bath in a huge tub and then bathed me and with me.  Afterwards I enjoyed the tight wetness of their female passages, their bodies thrusting with me back and forth until I had left them each a creamy white deposit deep inside their pink wetness.  Then I told them to pleasure each other which they eagerly did leaving me breathless with arousal and enjoyment as they climaxed repeatedly.    At last they came up for air and seeing my erect hardness they took turns sucking my member to completion one licking my excess juices from the face of the one who had received my powerful streams of white cream.  Then with all of us naked they took me on a tour of the dungeon.

 

There were a number of adjoining rooms each with it’s own supply of floggers, ropes, and clamps in addition to various sex toys.  These were not all for pleasure, but items designed to do real damage such as thumbscrews, flesh rakes, and sharp tipped whips for flaying the skin.  I wondered how much of this was for show and the girl explained that those procured for my pleasure we destined to be severely tortured.  Most subs require extensive recovery after a  session  

 

“You mean they are hired knowing they will be hurt, knowing they will carry the scars?  This is not usual in submissive people – even those who are really into pain”

         

“Oh No.” Yule, began, “Do not concern yourself on their account. We are hired and professionals and you may not do anything to us unless we approve, but they are not.  Nor are they submissive in orientation.  They are yours to break and torture in any way you desire.  Dominate masters, such as yourself are usually very controlled, after all you must be if you are to avoid trouble with the laws in your own country, is this not true?”

 

I nodded and she continued,  “They are not innocent victims.  They are here to be punished.  They have in some way disobeyed the provincial Lord showing the evil taint in their families and without the exceptional mercy granted them by this punishment would have been killed.  The government has seen fit to enter into this agreement with the Tai Plantation Resort’s owners and hence provides us with the most unusual experience for the client and satisfies the government’s desire to extract punishment and payment from otherwise useless citizens.  You are indeed fortunate because of our influence we gain only the most perfectly suited people for our needs and yours.  Those secured for your use, are mostly young and beautiful, all members of a family of six.   They have been being prepared for the last few weeks and we plan for you to begin with them this evening after supper.”

 

“And what happens to them afterward?”

 

“If they do well and our client is happy with they service and suffering – they may be freed, although they may never be fully trusted by officials, so far none have ever violated the laws after their time with us.  Some have gone on to professional sex careers”

 

That evening they dressed in black leather g-strings and Yule wore a shelf bra to better display her huge breasts. Both recommended I go naked.  My cock was already growing semi-erect in anticipation so I delighted in the idea of being free of constricting clothing and hence followed my girls – which was how I thought of them, already the two seemed to be mine, and together we walked to the chambers where they recommended we begin in a flogging room with huge wooden post about the shape of a telephone pole with numerous rings for securing the sub.  Then they left me for a minute or two while they escorted in the woman.

 

As they walked her toward me I sensed two things.  She was clearly submitted to her fate never looking up, and two, that she was no great beauty.  She was in fact an older woman probably pushing into her 40’s with large breasts that flopped downward and what had once been an hourglass figure nor hidden under a layer of baby fat never quite lost and times several babies.  She was not unattractive sexually, in fact she had a great butt, however she was toughened by life and she’d be a job to break.

 

I walked over to her and ran my hands over her body lifting her breasts by the nipples, making her moan in pain cause by the still responsive tips being crushed between my fingers.  Then ordering her legs apart I spent some time feeling up her womanhood which was I discovered had been shaved remarkably smooth and was also remarkably wet with arousal.  Either because of or in spite of her fears (and she had to know she was going to be sexually tortured) she was getting turned on.  “All the better,” I thought.

 

Yule guided her to the post.  I noticed the lower half of the 12-foot post was studded with knobs and understood their use when Nee called me over to a cabinet against the far wall.  In an open drawer she showed me what must have been a score or more dildos of various sizes ranging from large to inhumanly massive all of which had based designed to fit the knobs on the whipping post thus stimulating the victim or depending on the size adding markedly to their agony.  Nee held up her recommendation, which on first glance I was sure would rip our gal in two.  Penis shaped with a huge shaft, I guessed it was some 10 inches around which would be near 3 inches in diameter.  By way of comparison I knew my cock only measured 6.5 inches around this monster dong was a good foot in length topped with a big flaring head that must add another inch in width.  Arching up from the base was a clitoral stimulator that looked like it could make the most prudish woman wanton.  There was nothing I could do but nod my approval.

 

Next she opened a lower drawer and encouraged me to select what ever nipple clamps I desired.  Looking carefully I saw a number of which I had never seen before, but was captivated by a pair with three rows of alligator like steel teeth on each side of the strongly sprung alligator clamps. With these in hand she walked toward the lady and carefully blindfolded her.  Then Yule grabbed a heavy rope that hung from a huge ring set on the top of the post and carefully making sure of its position turned to the woman.   This woman whose hands were in padded leather restraints made no move to object or protest when Nee unclipped them and had her raise them above her head careful helping Yule tie the rope to the ring on each wrist and double knotting for security.  At first I wondered at her submissive attitude when I had been assured this was not her orientation and then realized, just as she must have, that there was no escape and only death awaited her whole family should any of them fail the program.

 

With the rope secured to the victim and looped through the post ring, Yule told me to walk over to the other wall where the rope ended, which I did finding power winch.  The controls were on a simple joystick that I raised and the winch, which was geared very low and slow, gradually removed all the slack form the line where I stopped.  The woman stood uncertain.  With the blindfold in place she could nothing and tell nothing of what was to come.

 

Nee then took the nipple clamps and leaned over sucking the woman’s left nipple while Yule did the same to the right one.  Before long the woman was moaning in sexual pleasure, squirming in her restraints.  Then they both stopped and began to slap the woman’s tits with hard, stinging open hand blows as our victim cried out in fear and pain.  Then the girls applied the clamps and there was nothing gentle in their manner.  They didn’t slowly release the clamps, but positioned them and allowed them to snap shut, the sharp teeth biting into the responsive nipples and the woman stood for a long moment in a silent opening mouth scream, the pain so intense she’d yet to catch her breath and then begin issuing scream after scream of agony as her nipples were literally crushed in the non-yielding teeth of the clamps.

 

Yule then motioned me to elevate the woman so I moved the control and the slowly geared winch began to move dragging the restrained woman roughly up the post the various knobs poking her here the there at random the nipple clamp hanging up occasionally to tug cruelly at her tormented tips before pulling free.

 

Yule motioned me to stop when the woman’s hands were about 2/3 of the way to the top and then carefully placed the huge vibrating dildo onto it mounting knob.  I saw at once that the knobs were designed to hold the dildo upward at about a 50% angle, then Nee and Yule reached up and taking each ankle wrapped the legs around the pole until they ankles could be secured together.  Then a rope hanging from the other side was used to raise the legs until they were horizontal to the body as if our victim was sitting on the ground with her legs out straight in front of her.  Next Nee came over to me and told me that we should no lover her onto the dildo.  Se moved a selector switch to “slow” and engaged the winch which this time began slowly lowering the woman whose cries of agony had now moderated to ragged gasps of pain with each breath. 

 

Blindfolded she could not tell what was happening except that as her butt lowered her legs stayed tied so they seem to elevate as her body taking on the shape of a V moved downward her crouch forming the downward point of the V.  Only when she felt the massive dildo begin separating her labia she pulled up using her arms for leverage but she could only hold for so long and she was still being lowered and in spite of her efforts she screamed as the huge swollen head of the artificial penis entered her womanhood.  She moved this was and that writhing trying to get of this huge invader, but all that happened was it entering her ever deeper.   We paused for a while to watch her hopeless struggle and after the better part of an hour she was exhausted her body wet with perspiration and slowly she yielded to gravity and the rubber cock explored still deeper until at last it disappeared into her warm wet opening.  I walked over to look.  Her juices covered the dildos base and from below one could clearly see her vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing about the massive invader trying to find some comfort amid the pain of penetration.  The clitoral stimulating head was pressed right up the correct place so I turned it on. 

 

One would have though I had electrocuted the woman as the sudden sensations ripped through her body and she literally leaped about in her bounds moving this way and that on the artificial cock.  The girls and I sat on folding chairs to enjoy the show.    It was captivating to watch her struggle with and eventually surrender to the forces attacking her body – the nipple clamps, the huge dildo within her womanhood and not the vibrating, wiggling and squirming, device working her clit.  I reach a hand out toward the girls on both sides of me and pulling aside their thongs, I masturbated them as we watched their cries of pleasure mingling with the restrained woman’s climaxes

 

Then I walked over the selection of punishment devices and opted for a heavy switch that looked like Beech wood.  It was think enough to be brutally damaging and yet flexible so that I wouldn’t be breaking bones. About 5 feet long I eyed my victim and glanced at the girls whole had both removed their thongs and were shamelessly fingering their wet openings while watching me getting ready to punish the bitch.

 

Taking my position to the side I thought about what technique I should use after all I usually punished for pain and pleasure, but now I was not only free to punish for the pure delight of inflicting pain, but I was expected even encouraged to do so.  The girls had made it clear that most subjects were beaten severely and the nearly all would carry scars for the remainder of their life as the government intended so they would never disobey again. Hence I thought about it.  Should I build up slowly?  No! When you are trying to break someone this technique can backfire so they are nearly senseless when you reach severe levels better to shock them with the sudden understanding that you are truly torturing them.  So standing like a batter I took aim at her buttocks and swung hard.

 

The switch made a very satisfying swish through the air and an unbelievable lour crack on her flesh on impact.  She leaped forward; ramming the remaining rubber cock deep inside and her scream was one of pure agony. Which trailed off for another breath and then repeated over and over.  There appeared a vivid red strip, raised welt actually across the mid buttocks.  I waited until she calmed slightly and took aim just slightly lower and swung once more, suddenly aware I was becoming erect from her torment, surprise I was enjoying it and yet ready to explore my own feelings further.  Inflicting punishment was like the ultimate possession of the female body, like the moment my cock enters a woman for the first time, knowing that before the lovemaking ends, it will have explored her vagina, mouth, and anus.  But this was something more in the sense that I was experiencing the power-trip that must motivate killers I realized and yet I knew beyond all doubt that I was experiencing a once in a lifetime opportunity in this week at the resort and that I would learn all I could before returning to my usual sexual expressions.

 

I was sweating heavily when I finished the buttocks and thighs, but Nee and Yule interrupted me and bade me sit down and rest, then took up positions dark, leather whips in their hands and began to alternately cover the shrieking woman’s back with strips stopping before she began to really bled. 

 

Suddenly the woman fainted and Nee and Yule quickly brought her down from the post, removing the bounds and nipple clamps.  Calling the attendants to come wash her up and revive her for more torture in a little bit.  The attendants hauled the limp form away and then both girls knelt before me erection and sucked me to perfection taking some 25 minutes to relieve me a huge load licking my ball and my organ clean then suggesting we all go clean up and have something to eat before finishing our work with the woman.  I looked at my watch was realized it was past midnight, but instead of showering we all jumped in the pool, the cool refreshing water refreshing us.  Then after a nice snack we headed back to dungeon.  The girls and I had talk and everyone agreed that she should be placed in the torture stocks and that I should next torture her breasts and nipples, so we sent word to the attendants to have her ready.

 

Upon entering the room our subject was secured in the torture device.  Looking like a standing sarcophagus with its lid open the woman was carefully fitted inside the hollow heavy leather straps secured her wrists and her ankles, but it was the sarcophagus that I found most astonishing.  It was designed sort of like the old iron madden.  Along side the victim from both the back and front beds of razor sharp nails extended toward the encased victim allowing space for their body to reside inside without contact, as long as they do no move, but any movement will bring contact with the brutal points.  As I watched an adjustable crouch piece was being fitted that placed scores of nail tips a fraction of an inch from the women’s vulva, threatening to cause agonizing pain to her everything between her legs if she moved very much.  When all was set the attendants slowly closed the front being careful with their movements so as not the bring any of the painful surfaces in contact with the woman’ skin. 

 

I immediately noted the front was open over her chest and Nee and Yule each grabbed a tit and made sure they were fully extended outside the box. Then they carefully padded the edges of the sarcophagus where the breasts extended outward with cotton batting building it up on the underside so the women’s breasts in the end were held outward as is on offering.  Nee brought me a flesh tearing whip with sharp tips, but I couldn’t consider it.  If I did that our session would be over and I still wanted to torture the woman’s sex its self.

 

Instead I walked over the selection of switches and whips and selected a very springy bundle of sauna twigs and then saw a few fresh branches of some type of thorn.  The exact plant I was not sure of, but it resembled a long stem rose branch about three feet long and sporting ½ inch triangular thorns, but how to hold it for the beating I wasn’t sure until Yule came over and in a drawer found a stout pair of leather gloves.  Putting these on I approached my victim and laid a stoke across her breasts.  She howled, jerked and howled once more as the sharpened nails met her tender flesh.  My stroke left a reddened path punctuated with bright red blood spots where the thorns had entered her flesh.  Excited I beat her tits accompanied by her continual screams until first one and then the next and finally the last switch became too frayed for further use. 

 

 I looked at the lovely horizontal pattern.  Blood had seemed from hundreds of punctures and colored the cotton a deep red.  Taking the sauna twig bundle, I step in front of her and began beating her tits in a vertical down stroke with as much force as I could muster cutting the flesh and causing what must had been agonizing pain.  At last when her screams trailed off to moans I figured I’d done all I could with the whips and walked back to the drawer where I’d seen some things that interested me.   Taking a large diameter, 8 inch long cutting needle with hole in it’s tip, I worked in through the right nipple as the woman weakly struggled.  I left it dangle and walking over to the storage area I took out a knife.  Both Nee and Yule looked at each other as if wondering if I was planning to start skinning the woman, but I just took one of the many candles and stripped the wax off freeing about 8 inches of wick.  This I cut in half and setting the wicks aside I took the matches and lit a half dozen candle and then taking the wicks I placed on in the needle opening and pulled it back through the nipple leaving about 2 inches hanging out on either side of the now pierced nipple and then repeated the procedure on the left nipple.  I then told the girls I wanted the woman lying down almost like she was having a pelvic exam.  Calling in the attendants they removed the woman from the casket-like enclosure and for the first time we could see her whole body was bloody and scrapped from the nails as if her while body had become one giant abrasion.  The attendants got our a hose and washed the woman off and we could see the except for her breasts the damage was all superficial, but would be undoubtedly painful for many days to come

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The woman was lying on her back her legs secure, pulled way back and spread apart for easy access.  She was back far enough that her labia gapped open and her puckered anal opening were clearly exposed.  At the moment though, I got burning candle and began dripping hot wax over her newly pierced nipples, stopping after a moment to position the wicks transecting her sensitive buds so they pointed upward then built up the wax layer over her nipples. While I did this the girls were busy between her legs.  They had inserted a large butt plug in her asshole and were working her toward orgasm with a hand held vibrator which didn’t take to long.  Even though the woman fought against it, the girls were far too skilled at sexual stimulation to allow her any respite and aggressively attacked her sensitive bud post orgasm as the woman begged them to stop, but they forced her onward and before many minutes passed they had forced a second and then a whole series of climaxes from the confused and tormented woman.  She hated us for torturing her.  Her body was in more pain than she’d ever known and yet we forced her to climax more than she’d ever known she was capable of doing. 

 

When the girls had forced sexual responses from her tormented and over-stimulated clitoris until she was climaxing almost at any touch Nee came to me while Yule continued the stimulation and said she was ready to be pussy whipped.  Together we walled over to the selection of floggers and whips.  I picked up a flogger, but Nee shook her head, handing me the most severely punishing tool I had ever seen.  While only seven feet long including the handle, the 4 ends were fitted with large metal barbs, designed to tear and cut.   I had Nee show the woman the nasty tips of the whip and then explain that I was going to light the wicks in her nipples and the only way to put them out was for her to beg me to use the whip on her nipples.  Her eyes rolled in panic casting about the room as if looking for escape but there would be none and she was bound tightly.  My cock was solid and hard and thought about fucking her ass whole before starting but Nee read my thought and said, ”She doesn’t deserve your cock, we will take care of all your needs.”

 

So moving to the foot of table the woman was restrained on I asked Yule to stop and she moved out of the way leaving the woman’s sex exposed and wet.  I asked Nee to light the wicks and she grinned wickedly delighting in the pains she was about to cause.  The woman was wild when Nee lit both ends of each wick even though the flame was not even touching the skin – yet!  She was so distracted by being set aflame that she didn’t see me prepare the first blow, but the ends of the whip cutting into her shaved vulva and clitoral hood awoke her to the fact. 

 

Her body was so trained to respond after the last several minutes that she climaxed in the micro-second before the pain sensations reached her brain.  We all laughed at her contorted and screaming form, clearly confused by the mixed sensations forced upon her.  I altered my aim the next few blows working to get the weighted tips inside her vaginal opening, learning to flex my hand back after impact and soon was rewarded by seeing her whole vulva and thighs split by score of lacerations that bled freely as she screamed non- stop but the candles wicks were still burning and soon the pain in her nipples would get her attention.

 

My next stroke of the whip caught the base of the but plug as I pulled it back and it ripped violently out of anus causing the loudest scream yet, followed by a trickle of fresh blood form her torn opening.  Suddenly the flame was low enough to her skin to cause pain and she began screaming for us to put it out. 

 

Do you want the whip? Nee asked?

 

“Anything?  Please!” More screams and begging.

 

Taking aim at her left breast I flailed the whip into it jerking back, ripping and tearing her already abused orbs.  The flame faltered and recovered.  I brought the whip down and second and third time before the tiny flame died.  Then I aimed for the other nipple.  Here the wax was well alight the whole dark nipple glowing pink in the light.  It took several strokes to fully extinguish the flames and by the time I finished the woman as lying incoherent and limp, mumbling unintelligibly.  Nee called for the attendant to come and take her to the government hospital prison wing and they quickly carry her out.

 

I looked at Yule and she is rubbing her self and cupping her breasts with her other hand.  My cock is still hard and I realize that it wasn’t about sex as much as power, but now I want to use the power of sex for mutual pleasure rather than pain.  Yule and Nee come and walk with me back toward out quarters.  Nee stops up by a otherwise plain door and opens a small viewing window and I realize it is one way glass.  She motions me to look in and there laying nude on a bed is one of the most perfectly formed young women I’ve ever seen, her large firm breasts pointing skyward, nipples topping them like snow on mountains and a flat belly and shaved vulva making her look like a painting of Venus.

Nee shuts the viewing window and we walk along. 

 

“Who was that?” I ask.

 

“That is the woman’s daughter.  She is 17 and she is your tomorrow.”

 

Part two, depending on the comments.

 

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I am thrown onto a thin mat, and my master sits down in a chair. a minute later, a lady walks in. She walks up to me and says,"What have we here? It looks like a slut who needs some putting in line!" She unties my ankles and wrists, then takes off all my toys except the nipples clamps. To these, she attaches little weights, though they bring the same firey pain. I lie there, I know not to move a muscle, A new buttplug is inserted, this one much more painfully large, and taped on. She then puts on a cock gag, with a large dildo sticking erectly into the air. My ankles are tied to the ground, my wrists are hung in suspensions, and she proceeds to fuck herself to an orgasm on my cock. I just sit there, waiting. After fucking herself, she removes the gag, and a large post is brought out. It is about three feet tall, and about the width of my wrist. She attaches a collar to me, then leads me over to the post. I stand over it, and she says, "Now fuck yourself, you worthless cunt." I squat, but the post is huge, and I have a plug in my ass. She walks over to me, and shoves me down onto it, six inches of rockhard wood entering me, stretching me painfully wide. I sit there, tears streaming out my eyes.

A moment later, a hot, stinging pain goes on my butt. She flogs me again, going until I have had 20 strokes. "Next time, you obey me, you worthless pussy sucker." My master grins widely. "Now fuck yourself. I want a foot of that in you!" My master and I had tested to see where my cervix was, and I had an unusually large vagina, it was an 18 inche distance. The post pushed into me, slowly and painfully, stuffing me, pushing the plug against it tape. Finally, I had 12 inches of it stuffed in me. The pain was incredible. Next, she ripped the buttplug off, and my master came out and unleashed his 10 inch cock from his pants. He lied down and fucked my ass while I sobbed. Heat raged through me, and I orgasmed, next, I felt his hot sperm flow into me. He then fucked my mouth, and spurted in there. I swallowed the gooey stuff. and waited. A chain was attached to my cunt, and hooked into a ring on the floor, so I had to stay on the post. A hook was then put in my ass, and suspended on a rope. I now had a hook pulling me up, and my clit pulling me down, with immense pain burning in my clit and pussy from being so stuffed. "We're going to dinner and a movie, see you!" I heard master yell.

Four hours later, he returns. In the time he was gone, I felt a sensation unlike any other. The heat pushed me into orgasm, from no touch at all. I Was lifted off the post, my pussy gaping. He put clamps on my pussy lips, then weights from those clamps. He clamped my breasts, and my clit recieved some harsh japanese clover clamping. A new plug was taped in my ass, and I was thrown into the trunk of my masters car. A vibrator was pushed into my pussy, and pushed onto high. Then, I was taken home. I was tied onto my bed, and left there for the night. My master returned in the morning, and lounged around my house after giving me breakfast. I was varied in positions and toys throughout the next fey dyas, and on the third day, I was gangbanged by him and eight of his friends. They each went twice, I still had all my toys in.

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I then leaned further over and told you to go to the ladies and remove your panties, returning with them in your hand to present to me.

When you returned I took your panties and discreetly accepted them before raising my hand to my nose to smell your newly removed panties. I then slip them into my pocket and slide nearer to you. Ordering you to open your legs, I slip a hand up your skirt and insert one then two fingers into your extremely aroused cunt.

Again you take a sharp intake of breath, I slowly wiggle my fingers ensuring a liberal coating of your cunt juice, washes over them before removing them and smelling the fingers, I then order you to lick them clean.

Next I tell you we are going for a drive, and take hold of your coat so you have to walk from the back of the pub out to the car park with all the men staring at your aroused nipples.

Once in my car I tell you to undo your top five buttons on your blouse, allowing me a generous view of your cleavage. As we drive I ask you questions about yourself and after every third question you are ordered to UN do another button.

Soon your blouse is fully UN buttoned and I order you to open it wide, your tits are now on full and open view. As we drive other vehicles pass us and sometimes the try to remain beside us as they can see your upper torso naked.

I then turn off on to a country road which leads to a woody lane; I turn off the engine and order you to raise your skirt. I continue to order it raised until I can see your pubic hair clearly and your aroused cunt lips open like a precious flower.

The single touch of my finger is enough to start your climax, as your sexual arousal has been climbing since you began to get ready of our date.

I reach into the glove box and remove a rampant rabbit vibrator and instruct you to insert it in to your cunt until the ears lightly touch your clitoris.

I then turn on the head to a slow hum, whilst the ears to a much faster hum and bigger vibrations. I warn you that you will have to keep it there until we arrive at your home and if you cum before that you will be punished.

By the time we get to your place, you have failed to prevent yourself Cumming, I allow you to fasten just two buttons of your blouse and to put your skirt down over the top of the rabbit. I then warn you that if you allow the rabbit to fall out of your cunt, you will receive additional punishment.

We walk slowly to your front door and you open it and step inside. Where I allow you to remove the rabbit, but before you can go anywhere it has to be licked clean.

Ask you to choose your form of punishment, will it be a good sound spanking on your arse, or a less firm spanking on your breasts, or an even less severe punishment of your cunt lips with my hand.

You kneel before me and beg Master which ever punishment you decide to give me I fully deserve. I order you to remove my prick from my trousers using only one hand and your mouth. Failure to do so will result in you receiving all three punishments.

You struggle but manage to retrieve my prick, and as you bring it out of my trousers, it is held between your lips, so I naturally tell you to suck me to full hardness.

Mean while I have UN buttoned your two remaining buttons and removed your blouse. I wait until your have done your job on my cock before making your remove your skirt. Next I tell you to serve me a cup of tea in the living room as you are and it had better be done with style and courtesy or you will suffer.

You return after five minutes, placing my cup of tea on the table beside me and try to do a little curtsy. I bring my hand up in between your legs and locate your erect cut.

Part 2.

When your nipples are rock hard, I complain that you have not satisfied my desire to have your cunt juices smother my hand. I instruct you that you will now have to face all three punishments.

Order you to kneel down over the edge of the settee and to open your legs as wide as you can. I tell you that after each punishing slap you will say, thank you master I still need much more training to be a worthy slut for you.

My first slap lands on your right arse cheek, thank you master I need to be punished more, you reply. A harder slap lands on your left arse cheek as I correct you and tell you I want word for word the information I gave you originally. Thank you master I still need much more training to be a worthy slut for you. I repeat.

You then repeat it word for word, as the next slap lands directly on your cunt lips, as I drag my index finger backwards along your cunt lips, it slips inside and brushes against your cut. You gasp as it drags it lightly backwards. This is repeated a further five times, right cheek, left cheek and then the cunt.

I then make you kneel up and reach behind you to grip your ankles in your hands, this tilts your upper torso back presenting your breasts at the right angle for their punishment. Six slaps rain down on each breast and as I with draw my hand each time your nipple is both pinched and stretched.

When you have correctly accepted your punishment, I stick my cock in your face and order you to lick its length and make sure you don’t forget to kiss my balls.

This continues for five minutes until I begin to face fuck you, ordering you to take my whole length of seven inches into your mouth.

As my climax nears, I withdraw my cock and order you to masturbate your cunt in front of me while I finish drinking my cup of tea. I tell you that I want you to make yourself cum, by the time I have finished my cup of tea or I will have to make you cum another way.

You fail to make your self cum properly, so I grab you by the hair and make you lead me to the kitchen where I order you to find me a broom.

I then make you lay on the cold kitchen floor and to insert the end of the broom handle into your cunt. I gently begin to force 6 inches of the handle up you before slowly removing almost all of it.

I the begin to flick you with the handle, until you are begging me” master please allow me to take your cock in me, fuck me in the cunt or my arse which ever you my master desires, I am only fit to serve you my master in any way you see fit.”

I then allow you to continue fucking yourself with the handle as I take some pictures of you. As you begin to climax, I order you to remove the handle and to finish yourself off with your fingers.

Part 3.

I then make you lead me to your bedroom where I command you to show me your sex toys and order you to get me two pairs of stockings. I take the stockings, tying one to your left wrist; I securely bind it to your right wrist behind your back. Next I tie a stocking around your waist and attach a third to the front of this, pass it through your legs and pull it tight before fastening it at the rear.

The Stocking is forced tightly into your cunt lips pressing against your clitoris. I then take your smallest sex toy and ease it into your cunt, turn it fully on and ensure it can not fall out by securing it in place with the stocking. I take the remaining stocking and use it to blindfold you. I tell you that you’re going to be made to cum until you cannot cum anymore. I take a large vibrator and place it against your old, before turning the toy to full speed.

You hips begin to buck, as your excitement begins to build. A further toy is turned full on and pressed against your anal ring, without entering your arse. You are literally trapped between the two vibrating toys front and rear. As your excitement rises you begin rocking back and forth on these two toys. The vibrations in your cunt help to push your body towards the inevitable climax

You begin to moan, begging me to fuck you. I tell you that you are my slut and as such you will need to earn my cum. You will have to show me that your worthy of my prick entering your wet slutty cunt. You beg me to tell you how you can show me you are worthy. I simply reply that you must obey my every instruction without question. Then and only then will your body prove itself worthy of my cock and cum.

I wedge the two vibrators in place using the stocking cutting into your cunt I then take two spring loaded pegs and pinch your left nipple and attach the peg to it, I repeat this four times as pegs are attached to your left breast around your nipple, I repeat the whole procedure on your right breast, by which time your in the middle of a violent climax, your knees buckle and you slip onto your knees.

I take my now erect prick and slip it between your lips, I command you to suck me off, but not to swallow my cum, I instruct you to allow it to dribble from your mouth on to your tits. Then I begin to fuck your mouth with my 7” prick, slowly to start with and then speeding up as you become accustomed to my prick’s thickness.

You use your tongue to lick the underside of my penis, as it invades your mouth and you do your very best to hasten my Cumming. After some ten minutes of this treatment I finally shoot my sticky white fluid into your mouth and as instructed you allow it to dribble from the comers of your mouth on to your breasts.

I order you to clean up my cock, which you do and just as you finish yet another climax, you ask for permission to go to the loo. I instruct you that your body is mine and therefore you are not allowed to go to the toilet unless I escort you and you will not be allowed to undo your hands to clean yourself up so if you’re desperate to go, I will have to wipe you dry.

In the toilet I allow you to go to the loo but without undoing the stocking which is holding the three vibrators in place, so you have to piss through this stocking and it soaks the stocking and your toys. Adding to your discomfort I then take you to the bath area and allow you to stand in the bath I release your hands and allow you to remove all the stockings and toys from your body, you are just about to remove the first of the pegs when I interrupt you and tell you, you can remove the pegs but must not squeeze the pegs to do so.

This means that the only way to remove them would be to pull them away from your body until they snapped away from your breasts. You gingerly try this on the first one but find it too painful to do a second one. You plead with me to allow you to remove them normally and in return you promise to be my undivided slave for a whole weekend to be used and abused as I saw fit. I warn you that you would be well advised to consider this carefully as I had a private party planned for five males and their girlfriends where you would have to serve them as a French maid and allow them to use your body as they saw fit.

You agree to this and I allow you to gently remove your pegs. I allow you to clean yourself up and get dressed. You join me back in the living room where we sit and chat about your likes and dislikes. The rest of the evening we chat as equals and no further demands are made upon your body. How ever I do leave you instructions for going to bed that night. You are to insert the largest vibrator you can stand, into your arse and to fuck yourself there until you climax, I tell you I will phone you the next moaning for a blow by blow account of it, including how you felt.

Part 4.

The party.

About a week alter our first meeting, I call you and order you to bathe, dress in the French maids uniform I sent you and to ensure you wear no underwear An hour later I am knocking on your door to collect you, we drive in silence to a hotel where you are deposited in a large room. I inform you to get the things ready; you find twelve glasses and a tray with wine chilling in the fridge.

After what seems like ages, but is only ten minutes, I knock on the door and lead five males and there female partners into the room. I stand talking to them and indicate to you to serve the wine, as you approach me, I announce this is Katerina, my slut French maid, who will not only serve us tonight but will be our entertainment as well.

I further explain that she can not refuse any suggestion made to her and any one whom wishes to may indulge in a quick feel as long as no other guest is kept waiting for drinks. I also warn you that later you are to remove your maid’s uniform and serve us naked.

The party begins to warm up as several of the women engage you in conversations while feeling your breasts and at the same time their partners are feeling your cunt. You then accidentally spill a glass of wine and I immediately call you over to me. I chastise you for the spilt wine and confuse you by saying you will replace the wine immediately.

I then order you to remove your uniform and in front of everyone, I hold the empty glass in front of your cunt and order you to fill it will your piss, you find it difficult to begin pissing with everyone watching you until I warn you that you have until I count to ten to begin filling the glass or I will have every member present spank you on your cunt with three slaps each. You realize that it would mean 33 painful slaps on your cunt.

You literally force a few drops of piss out by the time I counted to Sand had managed a full flow by 10. When you filled the glass you could not stop your flow and others dipped their glasses in to the flowing urine to mix it with their wine.

I raise the glass of full urine and order you to drink the fluid that it contains. You gingerly take the glass and try to swallow it in one go. But as you raise the glass a woman begins to feel your wet cunt, and slides three fingers deep into you.

You eventually drain the glass and are lead over to a coffee table where you are laid down, each woman in turn kneels between your legs and begins to eat you out, whilst the men stand in a circle with their pricks all exposed and begin wanking over your prone body.

By the time the third woman has brought you to your third orgasm, the pricks begin to cum, each prick launches a torrent of spunk on to your upturned body, and most of them are aimed at your tits and face. By the time the last penis has erupted over you, you are a mass of cum splashes from head to toe and are in the middle of your fifth orgasm. Two of the women then begin to lick you clean whilst a third squats over your face and orders you to lick her out.

You are then made to lick out each woman in turn; the last three after their cunts have been filled with someone’s spunk. Then your lead away to a bathroom where you are allowed to clean yourself up before being lead back to the coffee table and you are tied face down to it. Your legs are secured to woe of the legs and your arms to the other two legs. It is now impossible for you to close your cunt off from being felt or flicked and each guy in turn, inserts his penis into your cunt and flicks you but pulls out before shooting his cum over your back.

When all my guests are sated, they begin to leave the room, where I come over to you and tell you that as my messy little slut, you have pleased me no end tonight and for doing so I have a special gift for you. You begin to wander what the gift may be, until you feel my own prick pushing against your anus. I whisper into your ear, yes bitch your reward is to have me flick your arse and my spunk shot up your tight little arse hole.

Your almost too exhausted to resist but suddenly feel something large and stiff begin to force its way into your cunt, I laugh as I see the shock on your face, before I announce, yes it’s the rampant rabbit for your cunt while my prick flicks your arse. You by now are almost Cumming no stop as my prick erupts deep inside your arse and I with draw it to present it to your mouth for sucking clean.

 

 

 

Experimenting with and in April

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

As a male in a mostly female profession I been privy to more female ideas, sexual talk, and preferences, than most men will ever hear in their lifetimes.  However, nothing had quite prepared me for my experiences with a co-worker named April.  April was in her mid thirties.  A petite blond with cute B+ cup breasts and an hourglass figure that I had lusted after for years, but alas, our relationship was more brother/ sister than lovers and we’d learned to leave well enough alone and enjoyed each other’s company.  We made an odd couple with her 4 foot 9 inches, maybe 100 pounds soaking wet so and me being 6 foot 6 while tipping the scale at 250 pounds. Friends since we were in nursing school together we had worked in the same hospital and though we no longer worked the same departments we kept in touch and talked a couple times a week at work enjoying the easy-going friendship that only exists after a decade.

It hadn’t all been fun and games I been there through some bad times as well. I was on duty that terrible time her only pregnancy turned into a ruptured tube and massive hemorrhage nearing taking her life.  My surgical team saved her life, but in the process we forever ending her fertility. I remembered when her marriage fell apart in the aftermath of that great loss and how I’d talk to her for hours encouraging her along until things got better. 

Years had passed and we stayed close and still visited when we could.  It was during one of these talks in the hospital that we discovered we were both planning to take an extremely challenging certification exam in a few weeks.  “Why don’t you come over Saturday and we can quiz each other?” She asked.

I agreed and the next Saturday afternoon found us at her lovely county house set on some five acres working hard at the brightly lit kitchen table while a light snow blew about outside.  I couldn’t help admiring her breasts and they moved freely and gracefully under her blouse, but knew like all the countless times we’d been together, nothing would ever happen between us, except for affectionate hugs and kisses.  So I put my thoughts of sex with her tight, toned body away and suggested we go get something to eat. 

            The local dinner provided an informal yet intimate setting, but as I stepped over to take her arm I slipped on the back ice in the parking lot and would have fallen except for my hand finding her blouse.  I had grabbed blindly and caught the fabric at the level of her cleavage ripping the top three buttons off her blouse exposing her braless breasts to view.  I apologized, and quickly offered to take her back home to change, but she refused.  She simply covered her nipples by shifting her top and told me.  “I’m hungry!  You exposed my boobs so you can just suffer through the meal having to look at them.  And look at them I did.  Even with her blouse put back together and tucked in her top was open to a point several inches below her lovely white orbs and any movement exposed an indecent amount to cleavage at times showing hints of her areolas and forcing her to rearrange the top to stay legally covered.  

            I was rock hard and she knew the effect she was having on me and laughed knowing my discomfort, as my rigid cock was outlined clearly in my pants.  Thankfully we were sitting in the booth, but just as I started to relax I discovered she kicked off her shoes and was running her feet up and down the outline of my hard organ.  She leaned back in the seat shamelessly cupping her breasts for just a moment in the nearly empty dinner and whispering “Ahhh a sizable cock.”

            I finished the meal in a trance and somehow drove back to her house.  The door had hardly shut before we are locked in a passionate kiss that went on for many minutes.  At last I reached for her nipples as she began to moan and cry out in real passion. I removed what remained of her top and began to suckle her engorged and sensitive tips as her hips began to move against me as if of their own accord, her breath coming in quick gasps.  We had stumbled to the living room floor by this point and I wanted her naked.  Unzipping her jeans I hooked a couple of fingers under her panties and she lifted her ass so I could pull them down.  As I did, she screamed one of the longest and loudest screams I’ve ever heard.  I knew I must have hurt her so I stopped and inquired what was wrong, but at first she couldn’t talk.  Tears streamed down her checks and she writhed on the floor until she at last explained that she’d not been hurt, but as her panties pulled away from her pussy, her body has surprised her with one of the most intense orgasms of her life.  After this, I couldn’t wait to enter her and in only two of three trusts my balls we slapping against her ass as she groaned and cried out and here was were it got interesting   

            I flipped her over to her belly and began seriously fucking her from behind when she pleaded with me to hold down her hands so I pinned them beside her head as I pistoned in and out of her tiny body.  In shifting position slightly I let go of her hands and she just about shrieked out her demand that I hold them down once more.  At this point and I decided to see just how far she wanted to go.  I grabbed her hands and pulled them both up behind her.  Using my belt I tied them roughly behind her.  I then gagged her with her shirt and fucked her good and hard her juicy pussy making sloppy noises amid her stifled cried of pleasure.  Pulling my wet cock from her vulva I worked the wet tip into her tiny pink anus feeling her tense and fight against the intrusion. 

            She was so small the sensations were astonishing.  She fought against it at first but there was nothing she could do and I was soon buried to the hilt in her sweet ass.  As I began to work in and out I suddenly felt her snug orifice contract against me as she climaxed. I held her hips and kept fucking her anal passage felling her slowly shift from riding the waves of her last orgasm to the realization she was still getting fucked in the ass and now that her climax was over she’d just as soon be done.  This is so natural.  Anyone would be scared of a large object up their ass when they are not headed toward their own orgasm.  I was lucky that along the way I’d learned that if a woman can endure a few minutes of dealing with fear arousal will build back up.  She knew she wasn’t being hurt, but she was very worried about being hurt, but she would have to tolerate it just a little longer. 

            As I worked in and out of her with smooth strokes, I remembered the first time I’d experienced a woman’s back door.  I’d been over to a friend’s house when he wasn’t there and I’d gotten involved with his younger sister.  Fearful of pregnancy she offered her ass for my pleasure and I discovered that while I don’t have a massive cock of the type that instills any other man who sees it with penis envy, nor do I have movie star looks, I did for whatever reason have a cock that when concealed in the depths of a woman’s anus before long she begin to climax without clitoral contact and it frequently happens repeatedly.  April’s new movements under me interrupted my thoughts and sure enough I could tell she had gone from fear to rebuilding arousal once more.  She moaned deeply her body rhythmically contracting about my hard shaft just moments before I filled her ass with my creamy load   Gasping I lay atop her my super sensitive organ within her Rolling to the side my cock was still hard enough to slide in and out of her moving from her ass to her cunt as I willed, just using her to gain the last pleasure from my exhausted manhood.  My finger just naturally began rubbing her sex and soon another orgasm tore through her restrained body.

            Until this afternoon I’d never tied up anyone in sex play, now I’d tied up one of my best friends and I began worrying about her reaction.  What if she resented it?  Not only could I find her friendly no longer, but, I could find myself accused of raping and sodomizing her. So it was with some trepidation I released her hands from behind her and untied the gag.

            “Did I do what you wanted?” I asked

            “You won’t get any complaints from me.  God Tom, I came more times and more intensely than I have and years.  You’ve been so special to me for all these years I never wanted to ruin our relationship with sex but now there is something I feel compelled to tell you and I don’t want you to think I’m strange or something. But you’re the only one I can trust with this.

You see, when I was little, my Mother would catch me playing with myself and would make me kneel down naked with my head on the floor, my ass raised and my legs spread as far as possible.  She was going the spank my “naughty parts” so I wouldn’t play with them. Them she’d go and wail me but good with a leather strap covering my ass and especially my little girl pussy with welts. Often I’d been so close to reaching my peak when she caught me that I cum in the process of the beating. She thought I was screaming in pain and sometimes I was, but she made me cum a lot   It was very kinky bordering on incest.  I find now that I can’t cum as easily as when I am forced to or the sex has an edge to it.   I’ve always thought you were the right guy to help me experiment but I never knew how to bring up the subject.  Do you think I’m terribly perverted, or would you be willing to do more wicked things to me?”

            “What exactly are you thinking of?”

            “I have to function sexually in normal everyday sex and I am learning to, but I have longed for the last ten years maybe my whole life to have someone explore really hurting me, but you are the only person I know who I could trust to hurt me, I mean REALY hurt me, you know cause intense pain—no broken bones or anything, but you know to hurt me sexually.  Once last summer I took and switch and used it on my tits.  It left a lovely stripe, but I didn’t have the nerve to hit myself that hard again.  God, I do wish you could have seen how I masturbated about it for weeks afterward.  That what I want real pain, even temporary damage, but nothing that would deform me for life.”

            “I don’t know April.  I’ve never set out to hurt someone…”

            “But you wouldn’t be.  No really deep down.  You’d be giving me pleasure.”

            “I’ve read about such things and they always say you should have a code word or action to indicate in something is going too far.”

            “No.  I don’t want control.  Don’t you get it?  I get excited by what you just did even though I instigated it, but what I secretly desire is to have you hurt me any way you want, as much as you want, for as long as you want, without any escape possible except to take the pain and enjoy the pleasure.  I want you to force me to do every nasty thing you want me to.”

            “When do you feel up to this?”

            “Right now.”

            All right, go pee and I’ll pour you a drink; I think you’re going to need it. 

            To be continued…       Thomascan06@yahoo.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

            “You masturbate a lot, right?”

            She seemed shocked but nodded dumbly.

            “Do it for me now!”

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

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Every day.  Often more than once.”

“Do you use sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“In the bedside table.”

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

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

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

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

“Stand up!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You need to sleep.”

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

“Of course I will.”

“Just one more thing, before I sleep.”

“What is it?”

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

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

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

I smiled as I climbed on top. 

 

Part three to follow

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open your eyes," the voice commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is your name?" MzDominica demanded again.

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

Mistress Black began panting, now, not knowing why.

"What is your name?"

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

"What is your name?"

A quiver of the lips.  "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

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

"What is your name?"

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

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

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

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

"I must obey Dominica," the woman responded.

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

"I must obey Dominica."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wide awake!"  Dominica commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mistress Black hesitated, feeling so dizzy.  So confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Forever.

~~~ The End ~~~

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