I have wanted and waited many long years just to have one full, exquisite, lustful night with my Master.  Well, tonight it will happen. Husband working out of town, wife gone to visit her kids. I am just elated, the erotic jubilance I am feeling is, well, quite frankly, just out of this world. I can only dream that the spiritual yearning of anticipation will only be half as exuberant as the night itself.  Just the thought of being able to fall asleep and then to awaken in his arms, heaven, here I cum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just got home from work, what a hell of a long day this has been. Just waiting and watching the clock, shit how time drags when you are counting the minutes, just longing to be elsewhere. But now I can get ready. As the excitement starts to build, my stomach is fluttering, my cunt is actually yearning, if you can believe that, and my head is spinning. I need to take five and calm down, relax, ah, hot, scented bath.

Running the water, adding sweet jasmine, just the smell of that stuff is relaxing. Taking off my cloths, I can’t resist running my hands over by breasts, playing with my nipples, clit, fingering my cunt, juicy cunt, oh well, before I get in, a little play time with my toy (replica made of my master). No need for lube, just roll it around my wet cunt and in he goes, fuck it feels good. Leaning over the counter, I thrust it in and out, my muscles are grasping it, latching on to it, propelling it in, out, in, out, ohhhhhh I can feel the climax building, faster, harder I cram it in, going deeper, faster, harder, deeeeper, shit, shit, ohhhhhh shit, I am cummmmmmming. As my orgasm ends I can feel my secretion dripping down your shaft. Fuck that was great, only I have a hand covered in juice, it’s down my thigh, cunt still in spasms. Oh well, I can leave you in as I bath, let it unwind, then take you out and clean both of us.

Laying in a luxurious scented bath, I can feel my pussy starting to slow down, I love just having you in there, it’s as if you were molded for my cunt. Light my candles, lay back and sip my wine. I don’t know why but my breasts become so sensitive under the water, just lightly rubbing them can make me cum, but it sure is a dreamy sensation, all the same. Well, enough of this I need to get shaved, and washed. Have to have a soft, supple, hairless pussy, legs and pits. Not to mention a douched out cunt now as well. I can’t forget to clean out my ass either.  All cleaned, shaved, dried and lotioned, plus you are cleaned and put away. Now all I have to do is get dressed, grab some stuff and I am off to Masters house.

It is a breezy but warm early summers night, so I will wear my long wrap around skirt, low cut short sleeved top and sandals. I have some wine, salad and fruit, and don’t forget some toys and what not. I am off and out the door.

Pulling up his driveway, he opens the garage doors, need to conceal my car. Closing the doors, shutting off the motor, I grab my stuff and we leave the garage.  As I walk out I see that he has a picnic area set up for starters. So as I go to sit on the blanket he has laid out, I feel his hand cup my ass, tonight we will have dessert before dinner, and this is my desired dessert, as he gives my ass a swat. I am never super crazy about ass fucking, but when he wants it that way he always makes me so bloody, super, horny first, that it ends up I don’t care where I get fucked, just that I do.  So I know that soon he will devour my entire body, dessert, my ass (oh yea, that’s what he is aiming for), more like a 3 course meal, with all the trimmings for me. I can’t wait, I am just starved!!!!!!!!!

As I go to sit on the blanket, he tells me to lay flat on my back, and spread my legs. Doing so, he comes down, he runs his hands up my legs bringing my skirt with him. Lays his body between my legs, putting the pressure of his body against my clit and cunt. He just kinda rubs his body in a circular motion, grinding it into my clit, making me jittery in anticipation.  He slides his hands up my side, stopping to cup my breasts, holding them at the base he gently squeezes them in a milking motion, rubbing his thumb over the taut nipples, just making my wanton pussy lift in excitement, against his membrane. Slipping my shirt over my head, exposing my bosoms for his awaiting mouth and tongue, as he mills his cock hard against my rosy, protruding bud. His mouth is sucking hard on my nipples, teeth scorching my breasts as he lightly pulls away only to nip the ends, then sucks them back in again, softly tyrannizing them between his molars. Making me drive them up into his face. His tongue lightly flicking the ends sending eclectric flashes down to my snatch, wet flicks mixing with cool air, fuck I am cummmmmming, I can feel my cunt spasm, cum is now slipping out and moving down to my ass, just where he wants it. This is the only time I can get away with cum-ing and not getting punished, needless to say I take advantage of it.

Placing my nipple clamps on, just behind the brown head, so the nipple itself is pointing straight out. I draw in a quick gasp of air, as the pain hits, then the soothing begins as he softly takes them into his mouth to roll his tongue around the tips, now all I feel is the beating, like a heart beat. All is fine and dandy in the boob section.

Working his way down to my clit, he leaves very red, tattle-tail markings trailing all the way to the top of my hood, bypassing my clit and cunt he continues to the inside of my thighs, leaving small bite marks in the centre of small hickeys, has me heaving my ass and cunt up into the air. Placing his hands on the ground mid way up my mid-section, with a rocking motion he runs his hard cock between my vagina lips, up to my clit, down and up between my ass cheeks, com-coming back up, down, around and up, over and over teasing both cunt and clit as he passes over them, cum catching him as he goes, shit but does that feel cool.

He stops, bringing my knees up and spreading them out, he slides his hands under my cheeks to raise my ass up. Taking his tongue he licks from my cunt to my clit, lightly at first them applying more and more pressure as he repeatedly continues. Fuck am I horny. I push my clit up higher into his face, as he clamps his teeth onto my clit, gently he pulls upward, stretching my clit, sending shock waves everywhere. He releases it and then buries his face and starts sucking. At first just my delicate rose bud, then taking more and sucking harder, I start really meshing my clit into his face, sighing ohh my god, fuck babe, ohhhhhh master more, more, please, please master. He is in there sucking, biting, sucking, biting, my orgasm is unbelievable.  I am clutching the blanket so hard my knuckles are turning white, I can feel the hot juice running out of my cunt and down to my ass, soaking into the blanket. I plead with him, master fuck me, fuck me PLEASSSSSE fuck me. Not yet as he places two fingers into my cunt, still assaulting my clit with his mouth. I frantically fuck his fingers, just covering them with my cum, he inserts another finger, while circling my anal opening with his thumb. I am going crazy with lust and wanting. with vise gripping force I clamp onto his three fingers, fucking them like there was no tomorrow, begging him to fuck me, come master please fuckkkkkkk me, now please, please, as I feel an onslaught of cum spew out of a very desperate pussy.

He take his fingers out and puts two into my ass, shoving them clear up to his knuckles.  Twisting and turning them, preparing my ass for him, thrusting them in and out he is still eating his pie. While I continue to beg and plead, fuck me, fuck me, god fuck me NOW I screamed as he now is twisting and turning three fingers in my ass. I am literally going insane with desire for his hard, huge, engorged cock. As he slides his fingers out, he tells me to flip over and get my ass in the air. I instantly respond.

In position and unable to wait I reach around and grab his massive cock and try driving my cunt onto it.  But he is quicker, he pulls back, slaps my ass, and hands me my vibrating dildo. I start inserting it and he said stop, put it on your clit. He lubes his cock and enters my ass. With the vibrator sending my body into spasm I automatically  push back towards him forcing his cock deeper into my ass. He grabs my hips, holding them tight he rams me harder and harder, going faster and getting in all the way.  He is now as deep in my ass as he can go. I squeeze my ass together as he pulls out and pushes back in. God I am cum-ing I am cum-ing, get in my cunt please please, I beg master, please. No, I release my juice deep in you ass. Stick the dildo in your cunt, so I can feel the vibration tooooo. I have never felt so full, so royally fucked in my life. He starts ramming my hips into his groin as he continues to fuck me, over and over. He is now moaning, groaning with ecstasy. He grunts and gives on hell of a shove as he starts to release his essence. I have reached a climax never before experienced and literally shooting cum and my dildo out of my cunt.  At the same time he gives me two more groans and drives the last of his juice home. We both collapse, panting, waiting to get our pounding hearts and breath back to normal. As he rolls off of me and onto his back, I turn over placing my head on his chest. Laying there for about a minute when he whispers in my ear, Bitch that was stupendous, now get me my dinner, I am ravished, I need substance bitch if you want any more fucking tonight. I knew tonight would be spectacular but this, this is going to be the most awesome night ever.

I proceed to get the steaks on the bar-b-que, salad, fruit and wine out. This tee shirt of his works great as a make shift sundress.  It sure is nice being able to cook in next to nothing. The meat is ready, (his will be ready again soon too), we can sit down and eat.

We are almost finished, I take a cube of pineapple, walk over to him, place it between my lower lips and present it to him. It feels cool and very intoxicating as he sticks his tongue just under it, hooking it on to his tongue as it slips up to my clit. Sitting on the table just in front of him, my legs spread on either side of him, I reach behind me and take a wedge of honeydew melon, placing all but a small end up my cunt. He pinches it between his finger tips and slides it completely into my cunt, as he moves it from side to side, in and out. Pulling it out, he tilts his head back, places it on his tongue, I trickle some wine on it as he slides it into his mouth, chews and swallows. Grabbing a grape and splitting it in half, he rubs it up and down my cunt, wet, cool, sensational feeling, bringing it up to my mouth, I open, as he drops it in. Taking a piece of watermelon I rub it all over my breasts. I lean forward so that he can suck off the juice while I eat the melon. God, having him savouring the sweet liquid as his mouth devours my nipples and breasts, shit am I getting horny.  Before I have too much cum dripping I better move on, there is still a few more pieces my cunt would love to taste. The sliver of cantaloupe is sooo wet, chilling, and starts to warm up as I run it from cunt to bud, out and up to my clit where applying a little pressure on my sweet bud, moving it in a circular motion and then down and into my cunt, back up to my clit and now just letting it slide in and out of my very fruity pussy. Taking it out I swirl it in my wine before taking a bite and sharing the rest with my Master. Taking his glass he has me lay back and lift my ass.  He places the end of a spoon just inside my cunt to widen and keep it open as he pours in the remainder of his wine.  Feeling it run in, I get a fucking rush. He take the spoon out and gets on his knees. Pulling my ass just over the end of the table he proceeds to insert his tongue and release the fruity, spirited, nectar into his mouth, finally quenching his insatiable thirst. Moving his tongue around sucking as he swallows is just driving me berserk. With the final remains in his mouth he takes his tongue out, gets up, leans over me and gives me a deep tongue kiss that sends the delicious nectar down my throat. With most of the fruit eaten, it is time to clean up and move on with our evening.

With our mess cleaned up it is time to head downstairs, to our room of lust and wanton desires.  As I enter the room, I see he has a few things in place for our night of fulfilment.  We remove what clothing we have on and get into bed.  Wanting to take that marvellous cock deep into my mouth I start to nibble my way down his chest.  He tells me to stop, that tonight, before I get his cock anywhere, I will have to prove I can hold back until he is ready or be punished.  It could be a painfully, blissful night.

As instructed I lay on my back, he extends my arms over my head and secures my hands in the ties that are attached to the headboard. Places two fluffy pillows under my lower back to raise my ass up off the mattress, brings up my knees and secures my feet into leather stirrup’s he has designed and placed on the side of the bed, which make my legs partly extended but bowed wide at the knees, exposing my clit, cunt and ass for his playing pleasure.

As he places himself between my very opened thighs, kissing and nibbling from my groin up to my breasts, sending yearning throughout my body. He reaches my nipples and takes one in his mouth and one between his finger tips. Rubbing these very tender tips with finger and tongue, he has me sighing in pleasure. Milking one and sucking the other, switching back and forth, milking, rubbing sucking, god it feels so good, I can feel the climax building. knowing if this keeps up I will be punished for cum-ing. I hold back, knowing it is a fruitless effort. As he gently suckles each tit, I have started to thrust them into his face, he sucks in more, has my nipple in the back of his mouth between his teeth he rotates his jaw. I start to moan with the excitement that is building down deep inside my body. Ohhhh he is sooo good at this, I am unable to keep from cum-ing. Oh my god, Ohhh babe, more, more I scream as I go into a orgasm that releases hot cum from my cunt.

WHAT did I tell you bitch, tell me. You said if I came before you were inside me that I would be punished. So what happens now bitch? I will be punched? I started to plead with him, but master you are the greatest lover that there is, how do you expect me not to cum, when you are the master at making me want you, crave you, desire you? Doesn’t matter, you have to learn to restrain yourself so that you explode all over me, that is what I want. Do you understand bitch. Yes master.

Master takes his fingers and slides them into my wet cunt. Moving them inside of me, I start to fuck them, the faster he thrusts them the harder I squeeze my muscles around them. Over and over he continues, as my cunt is getting moister with every thrust. I start raising my ass to meet his thrusts, he pulls them out and rubs my clit making my body go into spasms. As I start to sigh and moan with pleasure, I feel his very wet fingers rub against my nipples, covering them with cunt juice. He then cups the underside of my breast, pushing it upwards and instructed me to lower my head, I did so, then he commands me to suck it clean as he forced the tip into my mouth, suck it clean, bitch. I shook my head no, in response. The next instance, I feel a electric shock go through my other breast as he zapped it with a small battery. Screaming out my protest only got it shocked again and a command to suck it clean.  It’s your cum, your mess, and suck until you start to climax. So I did as I was told, But he did the other one.  And low and behold, wouldn’t you know, the climax was starting to build. He released my breast, as I did, and moved down south. Placing his tongue on my clit he started doing little circles, applying more pressure as he went along, placing more of his tongue down each time. With the flat of his tongue he generated it up and  down my cunt, stopping to add pressure at my clit and sticking the tip in my cunt as he got to it. Ohhh god how he was making me soooo horny.  I started to raise my ass and thrust my cunt into his face as his tongue entered the pussy’s cave. Leaving his tongue in there I start to go into fuck mode. Begging , pleading for his cock. Please master, please, with short raspy breaths I continue to beg, cock, I need your cock. He removes his tongue and slips in three fingers as his mouth goes straight up and latches onto my clit. I am thrusting as he  sucks and bites. OHHH shit if this keeps up I will cum again. Sooo good, electrifying vibrations are just zipping through my entire body. I start screaming fuck me,. fuck me, god please fuck me. I am fucking his fingers in rapid succession of thrusting my clit up hard into his face. This is driving me insane. Still bound I am frantically thrashing my body up and down, panting so hard, with  gasps of breath I ,Ohhhh shit, oh god, ohhhhh god, Master, please, cock inside of me, please, cock NOW, is all that escapes,  as cum shoots out. He stops, looks at me, with that grin on his face and twinkle in his eye, (he just loves making and watching me cum), I hear: You couldn’t wait you slutty little Bitch!!!!!

He reaches into the night stand drawer and produces his short cattail whip. Sitting between my spread legs, with his legs extended up by my sides ,he rests his cock up between my lips, slightly, ever so slightly he moves it, as he whips my breasts, leaving small welts all over them. I am sorry, please stop, please, I start begging with tears running down my cheeks. I told you, bitch, I told you!!!!!!! He slides his ass down the bed, as he smacks the inside of my thighs, larger red welts start to appear.  Screaming, sobbing, tears streaming down my face, I try to close my knees together, but he stops me, and zaps my precious bud with that fucking little battery. The jolt that goes through out my body is horrifying, but strangely stimulating. With a sobbing voice and tear stained eyes, I scream, stop, stop, I’ll do it right, just stop please.

So, given another chance, I start to relax as he gently lets his fingers play in my cunt as his mouth is sucking my clit.  He sucks my bud into to his mouth and proceeds to massage it with his tongue.  God I feel sooooo good. I feel his thumb press against my anal opening, and then in it goes. Fingers in cunt, thumb in ass, clit in mouth, I am in heaven. then he pinches his fingers and thumb together just as he bites my hard protruding bud. Holy fuck, that sends simultaneous pain and awesome pleasure sensations surging through out my body. As I close my muscles around his fingers and thumb, I feel him pull them out. Without missing a beat I feel my vibrator slide in my cunt, on HIGH, and two fingers go up my ass. This is hell, it feels so good.  Ohhhh Baby, harder, harder, please pleasssssse, OH, Oh, oh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my body is starting to spasm, climax is building very quickly. Please master fuck me, fuck me please, Oh god I need your cock, neeeed your cock, fuck me, fuck me, ohhh yeah baby. I feel his fingers leave my ass, and toy leave my cunt, making me sigh with disappointment, but also with longing as I know that his cock will only be seconds from entering. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH god, Yes babe, yesssssssss, I feel his huge engorged cock penetrate me. He releases my legs and I wrap them around his body, locking my feet together over his back I draw him close to me. Using them to lift my ass as I really start fucking that awesome johnson. Ramming it in and out, faster, harder, faster, Cum on babe, cum on,  give it to me, give it to me, harder, harder, sooooo, sooo good. OHHHH my, OHHHHHHH my I feel the start of my release, Cum master, cum master, I repeat as I feel his essences moving through his shaft. Yes ,yes as I lift and thrust my ass as he rams his cock deep and again deeper. Panting and almost out of breath, I scream Cum with me Cum with me, Ohhh yes, yesssss I feel his release deep inside as I let my cum go. One, two hard frantic thrusts, and his shaft is drained. As he collapses on top of me, we softly feel our body’s slowly wind down. And He says, You did good bitch, you did good.

As we lay entwined in each others arms, savouring what we just shared, I can’t help but think that this has definitely been worth the wait. The best part is, is that it isn’t over yet, I still have tomorrow morning. It is getting late, I whisper, not wanting to break the serenity of the atmosphere, we should be getting a shower and then get to bed.  He agrees and reluctantly we separate and head to the shower.

God this really feels good as the water rains over us. Our caresses are so soothing and relaxing as we take turns lathering up each others body’s. Just feeling his hands gently scrub all the tender spots he just finished fucking so ravishly and to feel his body slightly quiver in response to my fingers moving over his body as I lather him is quite an ego booster. But it is late, we get out, dried off and went to bed. Laying in his arms our body’s entwined, we fall a sleep almost instantly.

I just love taking his whole cock into my mouth, when it is small and soft.  Gently rolling my tongue around it. Tightening my lips at the base of the shaft and just sucking the head. Feeling it grow hard and big under my seductive tongue caresses. Just dreaming about it I know my body is responding to the sexual overtures of thought. As I wake from my dreamy thoughts and open my eyes I realize, it is still very early morning, and wasn’t just dreaming.  I have his beautiful cock in my mouth. Well I have gotten this far might as well finish. Not only is his cock in my mouth but I realize that his fingers are rubbing my clit.

Sucking up and down his now huge cock, I feel it hit the back of my throat. He rolls me on top of him with my knees on both sides of his head, so as I am sucking so is he. He starts thrusting as I start rocking back and forth. What a awesome sensation. I feel his cock slide into my throat as his tongue enters my cunt and then comes out and up to my clit. Closing my throat to keep his head just slightly down it so that when I rock back it gives it a little tug and squeeze, as it comes up into my mouth. I feel both our climaxes, really starting to build. He is thrusting harder and faster. Pushing me downwards he inserts four fingers into my cunt. Now I start squeezing them, fucking them as fast as he is thrusting his cock down my throat.  I can feel his cum coming up his shaft. As he drives it into my throat I start to swallow keeping it there as he thrust 3 more times shooting his very essences deep in my throat. I can feel it run down into my stomach. Ramming and turning his fingers inside my cunt he brings me to orgasm as I explode my juice. With a sigh of satisfaction, I turn my body around and engage in a very sensual thank you kiss.  Feeling wonderfully exhausted, I lay my head on his chest, glance at the clock, it’s 2:30. Better get to sleep, I have some pleasurable work to do in the morning, before I go to work.

I wake to the feeling that someone is watching me. As I open my eyes, it is him, Master. I stretch and give a big sigh. It is so nice waking up to him in my bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a very, very arousing good morning kiss. As we lay embracing each other, I feel that something is very much awake already this morning.  This is going to be a super start to a great day.

As I let my hand cup his steadily growing cock, he rolls me on to my back, spreads my legs and gets in-between them. I feel him start to suckle my nipples. It is a super feeling this early in the morning. All I can do is sigh with pleasure. He gently nibbles from one to the other. Sucking them harder and harder I feel my nipples firm up in response.  There is a tingling sensation goin

– The End –

At your house. Blindfolded. My knees on the floor my arms resting on your bed as my ass wagged back and forth. My mouth open, the ongoing sign that I continued to give you; the symbol of me silently begging to have that hole taken. Saliva was dripping out of my waiting lips as my mouth had been open for quite a while. I don’t know how long you’d been teasing me for.

The room smelled and sounded of us, of the heat that burned us both deeply.

You came up behind me again, your right hand cupping my neck roughly and pulling my head back as the fingers on your left hand again took my throat. Whispering in my ear, “Do you feel my cock?” I swallowed on your fingers, attempting to moan a yes as I felt your cock through your cloths against my scantily clad body. “Tonight I am going to take this hole,” you said as you pressed your fingers extra hard into my mouth, continuing, “After all this time.” Your fingers in my throat fucked me again, taking me on a familiar, lusty ride as your other hand tightened its grip on my neck. “Take it…” you commanded as I fought the gag reflex as the thrusts in my throat got more insistent, demanding I yield more deeply.

I enjoyed it. I felt the blindfold getting wet with moisture spilling from my eyes. The type of tears that come when you fight the gag reflex again and again and give in to skull fucking. I knew I was particularly hot this evening; I could smell my pussy and feel the slickness on my thighs as I moaned and hungrily went for your fingers again as if they were your cock, wanting to pleasure you irresistibly.

“Yessss,” you murmured as I continued to fuck your two fingers with my throat, my saliva everywhere. Your other hand pulled off the blindfold and I squeezed my wet eyes shut, afraid to let you see me open to you. Yet wanting you to make me look in your eyes as you took me.

You pushed your fingers in all the way to the top knuckle and held them there. “Kneel up and open your eyes, toy.” I lowered my eyes after opening them and with one hand I held your fingers in my throat as I pushed myself to kneeling. You pushed the hair off my damp face as you softly told me, “Look in my eyes and show me. You know you want me to see. And you know it turns me on when you show me.”

I looked up at you then, grabbing at your hand and fucking my throat savagely with it… fighting the gagging as I fucked your fingers. I stared deeply in your eyes, moisture flowed from my own as I moaned and shivered, nearing orgasm as I opened to you.

Staring in each others eyes, we realized we would cross the threshold this night. It was different than all the times before. Finally the need and certainty of it became clear. We did not need to hide from it anymore.

My eyes met yours silently begging you to take me… to plunge your cock into my mouth and take me and own me, if only for that moment.

Your left hand curled and grabbed at the roof of my mouth as you pulled me up and then guided me, lying me down on the bed. I looked in your eyes, not daring to break the tension by looking away, feeling it build all in my shivering body.

You pulled your pants down, coming over to me and slapping your dick on my face for the first time. I raised my head to meet your cock, sticking my tongue out to lick it.

“Stop.” I did. I would do as you said. You knew this. You enjoyed that nearly as much as I did.

I lay back. Panting. I knew better than to close my mouth, but I no longer reached for it. We’d been playing like this for a while and the game was clear; I was to keep my mouth open, waiting for your cock. After I had proved I really wanted it by having it ready and available each and every time we played, one day, when you were sure you could truly take it and I would surrender to you as you did, you would begin to make me your little slut, beginning with my first hole, my mouth.

You had already learned to make me cum with your fingers taking that hole, talking me in just the right way. But this time, this time you wanted release and you were ready to own me.

Whispering, “My sweet girl,” softly as you lay down next to me, caressing my face, wiping my saliva around my lips. You kissed me deeply. I kissed you back.

As you were kissing me you pinned my arms down. I struggled. You climbed on top of me. We enjoyed struggling as you held me there. It turned us both on more. I felt you grind into my crotch and I ground back, my body shivering with lust and need.

You pulled back from me, “Stop moving.” I squirmed a bit more and you pulled my hair, saying more firmly, “Now, slut.”

I was panting but stopped.

“Watch me.”

You got up from the bed and got your ropes. First you tied my ankles down, glancing between the knots and my eyes.

Then you came back to my head and placed my arms where you wanted them.

“I don’t need to tie them down, do I, girl…?”

I shook my head no, looking you in the eyes.

“Speak.”

“No M’Lord.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Please, my lord! Please tie me down, including my head.”

We both knew it would be better for us both if you tied me down. We both loved the experience, the lingering sensations. And this would keep your hands free to do as you pleased.

First you tied my left arm down. I tested the bond, enjoying being restrained, knowing your cock would soon own my throat for the first time.

My right hand followed. I pulled on the bonds of both hands. Panic set in as I realized I was helpless. Then I looked in your eyes and started to cry silently.

You held me softly, knowing I needed and wanting this, knowing the crying was good. You knew it to be a part of my surrender, that it was me letting go of control.  You knew I wanted to move past my fear of surrendering to you.

“That’s a good girl. Let it out my sweet, sweet slutty girl. You may speak freely. Reality check?”

I had nothing to say. I just let a flood of sobs come through me. It seemed like it was part of the orgasm the release was so intense. Your softness both infuriated me and aroused me further, adding to my confusion and to the depth of the release.

You held me and smiled, letting me work through my own fears silently, holding me, reassuring me, not going anywhere.

Finally the sobbing diminished and you smiled again at me. I closed my eyes and whispered so you could barely hear it, “Please.”

Softly, you whispered back in my ear as you pulled me closer, “Please what, my sweet?”

My voice crackled with frustration, need, fear and lust all at once, “Please take me my lord. I have waited for this for so long.”

You lifted my face by my chin, directing my eyes towards yours.

You looked in my eyes then, wiping my tears, letting them fade away only to be replaced by the reality of our deeper lust. Slowly, deliberately, your fingers once again fucked my throat, this time with more need. You were on top of me, your cock hard again as the tears of moments before quickly faded and were replace by my shivering body in great need. My breath quickened.

You were working me as only an interested master could work a willing submissive. Smiling as you softly assured me with one word you’d repeat: “Yes…”

I nodding my own assent. Enraptured in the trance of our dynamic as you said it again and again, going deeper with the word and your fingers, even pressing your hard cock against my body with increasing need.

You had somehow positioned me so my head was tilted back, leaving my throat more exposed on the inside and outside. I imagined that would make it easier for you to fuck it like a pussy or ass. I shivered at the arousing thought.

We both knew that was going to happen, that we both ached for the release of it. We knew I’d want to thrash around and that you needed to tie me up so you didn’t have to hold me down. We both wanted to focus on your cock in the first of my holes you were going to take, making it last as long as possible.

We’d been playing with breath control and knew the impact the intimacy of it had on us both. You took out the collar and put it around my neck. You pulled on it and I felt the oxygen fading. My blood pounded in my ears as my pussy got wetter. I moaned.

I started begging, “Please master… Take me… Please. I want to please your cock. That is all I want. I want to feel it in my throat taking me-”

I was cut off by the sudden cinch of the collar. “Shhhh.”

I was getting light headed, still staring intensely in your eyes, still nodding yes. My tongue flicking until all I felt was the long slow moment where you finally penetrated me, opening my mouth, throat and soul with your cock. Our eyes were locked. We both knew this was only the beginning of the lust between us.

Your eyes closed as you sunk into me and I began devouring your cock like it was the first meal I’d consumed in a year. You moaned and I sucked your cock greedily, you finally taking  me for your own carnal pleasure as you continued controlling my actions with the collar.

Your eyes would open and meet mine every so often. Sometimes you’d stop and we’d lock eyes, panting.

The roughness of it and intensity brought tears to my eyes. You continued to check with me to see that I was still fully aroused and certain of this treatment. I was. I was surrendering to you and you knew it. The depth of it was deeper than either of us could have imagined.

You fucked my throat slowly… deliberately… making it last as our eyes remained locked. After fucking me slowly for a while you got more playful, your immediate urgency abated somewhat. You pinched my nose as you went in deep and held your cock there, denying me of breath. We’d done this before. You knew how to do it well, always keeping me on the edge. I gasped and began bucking, fighting the bonds. You nodding at me, softly assuring me again, “Yes.”

I was aroused as you said that, feeling my control slip even further from me. I was bucking and pulling at the bonds that held me as you looked at me lovingly, smiling as I continued to nod back even as my face was turning red and sweating. I struggled harder against the restraints. It turned me on to pull at them. I was so aroused, light headed as I bucked and quivered.

I continued pulling at the bonds until finally you pulled back briefly, allowing me oxygen again. You let go of the collar and simply held my nose and took my throat.

Again and again you would bring me to the edge, watching me closely. You were playing me. Then it was making me cum, again and again as you took me.

The gift of the orgasms had me sobbing again with the relief a woman like me needed so badly. I craved this surrender for so long. I wanted this so badly and the intensity of it got you harder and me wetter as my gratitude, release and your control became my world, centered around your opening my soul through the persistence of your cock. It fed your need as well. You wanted to possess me as much as I wanted you to take me.

No words were uttered. Our eyes said it all. We opened fully to each other then, enjoying the depths of the possession of each other, simultaneously fulfilling the cravings, the Lust, even as we created deeper cravings, lusts and needs.

My release had been mental to that point. Just as I had not touched your cock before, you had not touched my pussy and clit.

You reached back then while you stared in my eyes and pinched my nose and slapped my pussy lightly, hitting my engorged clit squarely as you rammed into my throat.

You said it again, “Yes.”

I panted and reacted to the slap favorably. My eyes clearly a yes to you, begging for anything that would lead to more stimulation there. I was at your mercy, loving it there. I was on my edge, frightened, knowing that the unknown was a big turn on for me. You loved my response.

You stopped again, grabbing a nipple and pulling on it as your cock was buried in my throat.

“Milk me, slut.” Yes, I wanted to milk you, to please you, to serve your cock, your sex, your desires.

I opened and closed my throat on the head of your cock as you pinched my nipple harder and harder. We had talked about it before, you controlling the quality of my blow job by manipulating my nipple. I knew that the harder you squeezed, the more you enjoyed it and the more I should continue.

It was a feedback loop that got us both panting. You let go of my nose and began pinching my nipple as you’d occasionally slap my clit again. Yes, you were raising my frenetic pace to fever pitch as I bucked in deliciously arousing pain and pleasure, filled with ache and need, knowing I was yours.

I saw that your orgasm was approaching. This aroused us more. You softened. I melted. We were lovers, consummating the depth of our passion finally.

“Yes… Yes… Yes…” you said again and again and again as you got lost in your own need, taking my mouth, finally… taking me. You grabbed my head firmly. I stared in your eyes and nodded.

You were grunting now, fucking my throat. “I’m going to give you pleasure and you will receive it tonight. You will not say no again. I am going to cum now and mark you with my seed, slut, and then I’m going to make you cum until you beg me to stop.”

I moaned around your cock which turned you on more. Our animal needs took over and I was your bitch then, your sloppy wet hole to open, use, mark and take. We knew this was just the beginning. My pussy was gushing and I was glad you’d put a towel down under me.

You reached back and slapped my pussy again, causing me to jerk forward so your cock made me gag again. You slapped my clit again and again, rhythmically as you fucked my throat, throwing your head back as I moved to the pace of the slaps on my pussy clearly working toward my own orgasm, just on the edge of it.

Before I knew what was happening you were pulling the collar again as I suddenly felt my cunt full of a thick dildo which stretched me. Your cock pressed deeply in my throat as you gasped, “Cum with me… Now… Slut.”

– To Be Continued…. –

It happened more than two weeks ago now, but still I can’t get it out of my head. It’s almost like it’s consumed me.  The questions and self-doubt, the denial, the arousal, the insecurity, the confusion, it’s all still there like it just happened five minutes ago. So here I am baring my soul and my thoughts and feelings because I have nowhere else to turn.  I guess getting fucked by a woman with a strap-on can do to do that to you.
Still, I’m not really sure what I hope to accomplish by sharing thoughts in my head, let alone sharing them on the internet.  I guess I’m looking for some kind of understanding or a kind of reconciliation with myself.  Or perhaps I’m hoping to find a kindred spirit or the insight of others.  But writing it all down and sharing my experiences seems like a good a place as any to getting all those voices out of my head. So I don’t know if this is an essay or a diary or what.  It’s probably more like a confessional than anything.
So where do I start?  I guess the beginning is always a good place, and the beginning probably starts with me.
I’m thirty years old, college educated, and single.  I’ve never been married, and I don’t have any kids, and I have really had only one serious relationship in my life.  And that relationship ended about seven or eight years ago.  In the time since I’ve dated occasionally, but nothing ever really took off.  I’m not sure why, but I like to blame it on the fact that I’ve been focused on my career, and haven’t had time for a real relationship.  Whether that’s true or not, I don’t know.
I like to consider myself a pretty normal guy. I’m goal oriented and driven.  I grew up in a stable household and now live a comfortable, if relatively boring, life.  I don’t consider myself overtly good looking, but I don’t consider myself unattractive either.  I’m tall with a slender frame, closely cropped brown hair, fair skin, and greenish-blue eyes.
I’m not sure why I’m describing myself.  Perhaps I’m being a bit defensive, and want to make sure and characterize myself as an average, ordinary guy.  I can’t think of another reason, and either way, I’m not sure knowing much about me even matters.
I guess this whole saga started a few months ago.  I’d known Rachel for probably about a year. I guess saying I knew of her is probably more accurate.  I didn’t really know her per se, as I’d never formally met her, but from the first time I saw her from afar, she always caught my attention.  Rachel worked for the same company as me, but as the company I work for occupies multiple floors of the same building, we rarely crossed paths.  Still I found her attractive and was intrigued to know more.  A few months ago, I finally got my chance when she switched departments.  We still weren’t working directly together, but now our paths seemed to cross more often, and over time and through mutual acquaintances I got to know her a little.

Our relationship was nothing much really, just idle chit-chat about nothing, and a lunch outing or two along with other people from our office.  I found out she was thirty-five and had been married before, but had been divorced for about five years now.  She had an interesting personality.  She was cordial and friendly, and polite, but at the same time she was up front and not afraid to speak her mind.  As I got to know her over the course of a month or so, I found myself growing more and more attracted to her, both physically and otherwise.  She just had this way about her.  It’s hard to describe, but suffice it to say I was just drawn to her.
At that point, I really had no idea what she thought about me. I liked to think she felt some attraction toward me, but I couldn’t really tell.  Part of me felt very uneasy around her. For some reason I was scared to let my attraction to her show.  Still, I got the feeling that she knew, and seemed to be subtly flirting with me.  In the back of my head though, I didn’t think the flirtation was real.  Part of me thought it was just a game to her, and she liked the attention, the idea of me being enamored with her.
Over time though, the flirting definitely effected me. It was strange, my lack of self-confidence wouldn’t let me think her flirtation was real, but at the same time her backhanded attention just kind of sucked me in. It was weird, because the more she flirted, the more uneasy I felt.  It was kind of like I was out of control.  I felt so attracted to her, yet I barely knew her. It made me feel like I had no control over my own feelings, which was a very awkward position for me to be in.
Then about a month ago, we ended up together at a happy hour on a Friday night with a number of other coworkers. I was having a good time, and as usually happens after a couple of drinks, my inhibitions were a bit lowered.  By happenstance, I happily found myself sitting at the bar next to Rachel, and before I knew it we were actually having a conversation.  I was oblivious to everything else.  I couldn’t believe I was actually talking to her. The conversation went well and in my mind we seemed to hit it off.  It seemed to go so well, that before we even realized it, almost everyone else from our group had already left.

The next thing I knew, I was walking out to the parking lot with Rachel.  We when got to her car, she kind of turned and smiled and in one fell swoop she was kissing me.  It felt so good I was literally overwhelmed.  It was exactly  what I had dreamed about.  I just closed my eyes and let the sensation wash over me not knowing where it would lead.  I don’t know how long we stood there and kissed.  Maybe a couple of minutes.  Maybe five or ten.  But slowly it got more heated.  I know my brain was spinning a million different directions as she moved her hands over my chest and down across my stomach.  I let out a gasp as her hand slid further down and across my cock. I’d been aroused all night, but now I was doubly so.  As she let her fingers linger gently, I found myself opening my eyes to see her looking right back at me, a mischievous grin pursed on her lips.
Then almost as soon as it began, she pulled away, the smile never leaving her face.  She said she had to get going as she slipped inside her car and drove off. I didn’t know what to think.  I was left standing there dumbfounded.  Had I done something wrong.  Did she not like the way things were going.  Was she taken back by my arousal?  Was I not what she expected?  Was she worried about the fact that we worked together?
Looking back on it now, I’m still confused by her actions.  I don’t know what she was doing.  As I said, in some ways it seemed like a game to her.  She liked the power she knew she had over me. She liked pushing my buttons I guess.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but now I know that I was playing right into her hands.  She controlled everything.  She had me wrapped around her little finger and I didn’t even know it.  I was completely enamored with her.  She had sucked me into her little world and there was nothing I could do about it.
Still, at the time I was dumbfounded.  I spent the weekend agonizing over what happened.  I was flooded with self-doubt.  All kinds of thoughts invaded my head.  Did she not like the way I responded to her? Was I too easy?  Did she dislike the way I kissed?  Did she just enjoy teasing me?  Was I not well-enough endowed?  I felt an amazing lack of self-confidence and I assumed the worst.  A million different scenarios popped into my head, and none of them were good.
When Monday came, things were even stranger.  She didn’t say a word about Friday night and neither did I.  I was still too shaken and too worried.  I couldn’t get her out of my head.  She literally occupied every facet of my mind.  And yet, she seemed to go about her business as if nothing unusual had happened.  Her interaction with me was completely normal.
As for me, I was too scared to approach her or ask her what happened. I was so scared that would set her off, and that she would be done with me.  I was so desperate not to let that happen.  I wanted more than anything for what we started to continue.  I didn’t want to do anything that might jeopardize that, and somehow I managed to convince myself that bringing it up would do just that.
So I agonized in silence for a week.  For the entire week we went on as if nothing had happened.  Our work relationship didn’t change a bit. It was like we were no closer than we were a month before.  Cordial but distant friends.  Still the dark thoughts kept creeping up on me.  I wondered what she might be thinking.  Whenever I saw her, I found myself almost staring, wondering what could be going in her mind.  For the entire week, not five minutes passed where she wasn’t at the forefront of my mind.
The next weekend came and it was more of the same.  I wallowed in self-doubt.  Petrified to do anything but wait in agony.  Wait for what, I had no idea. But there was nothing else I felt I could do.
Monday at work was the same thing.  At least at first. But somehow I found myself alone with her in the break area. It was the first time we had really been alone since that night.  I felt my stomach sink and my skin tingle.  I was so nervous just being in her presence, I was scared I might do something to chase her away. She asked me how my weekend was and at least I managed to mumble an incoherent answer.  I saw a hint of a smile from her.  It made my mind race trying to decipher it, trying to catch some glimpse of what she really thought. But almost as quick as her smile came it disappeared.  She offered information about how her weekend was, but I was too dumbstruck to really listen. But when she was done, she smiled again, and asked me what I was doing this weekend.

I think my jaw must have dropped to the floor as she kind of chuckled at my reaction.  But before I knew it I had accepted her offer for dinner on Friday night.  I don’t think I’d ever had quite such a mixture of relief and anxiety as I had in the moment she walked away. I still wasn’t quite sure what to think, and it wasn’t clear to me if she meant dinner as friends, or dinner as something else.
Friday seemed so far away and it loomed large on my mind all week.  A million thoughts raced through my head as to where the evening might lead.  It was so difficult for me to overcome my fear and self-doubt. I felt so intimidated and so in awe of her.  I couldn’t remember a time when I felt such an attraction to a woman.  But by Friday, I had at least managed to convince myself that our evening was a date and I wanted to treat it that way.
Dinner was good.  Our conversation seemed to flow easily.  I felt that uneasiness in the back of my mind, but for a while it seemed to dissipate.  I felt so lucky to be there with her.  I wanted to do everything to make sure the evening was perfect.  I brought her flowers, and opened her car door, and pulled out her seat at dinner.  I was the very definition of gentleman.  She seemed to appreciate it, at least as far as I could tell from her smile.
After dinner as we made the way back to my car, we walked in silence. I opened the door for her and let her get inside.  As I got in myself, I turned toward her and asked her if she wanted to get a cup of coffee. She didn’t respond right away.  Instead, she gently slid her hand up and down my thigh, teasing me. As soon as I felt her touch, every inch of my skin was covered in goose bumps. It seemed like I became frozen solid when she asked if I wanted to go back to her place.  At that point I think my mind actually exploded.
Back at her house I felt awkward.  I felt unsure and out of my element, not that I was ever in my element with Rachel. But here that uneasiness seemed to flourish. Rachel on the other hand seemed confident and at ease. She seemed to ooze sexuality.  Every move she made she seemed like she was floating, the way she carried herself was undeniable.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  She fixed us each a glass of wine and then we took a seat next to each other on the couch.
She asked how I liked the wine and I mumbled an answer as I felt her hand slide down the length of my thigh.  She wasted no time sliding her hand between my legs to feel my fully aroused cock.  She asked how I liked it as she touched me gingerly.  I couldn’t say a word.  Instead I let out a low moan as my mouth dropped open and my eyes rolled back in my head.  I didn’t respond or touch her.  I felt like I couldn’t.  It was strange but in a way I knew that she was in control and that wasn’t what she wanted.  It seemed so easy and so obvious.  I just had to sit there.
But then, just as gingerly as she was touching me, she got up from the couch and sauntered across the room.  My eyes finally opened when she was several steps away.  She simply looked back at me and I knew instinctively I was to follow.
What happened next was overwhelming to say the least.  From my point of view, it was completely unexpected, and something that never even entered my mind.  Part of me wonders how it happened and how she knew. Was it that obvious?  Was I that weak? Was it so obvious to her that I was totally under her spell and completely under her control?
How was she so sure I wouldn’t balk?  Does she do this to other men? Or was it something that was just obvious with me?
I found myself standing alone in the middle of her bedroom.  Rachel sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes trained on me and a smile I’ll never forget across her lips.  She told me to get undressed and that’s exactly what I did as I stood right in front of her.  I felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so embarrassed.  My hands seemed to tremble more and more as each article of clothing dropped to the floor.  I felt so awkward and so uncomfortable standing there, completely naked, with her eyes focused on me and my aroused cock straining toward the ceiling.  I wanted to cover myself, to turn away and hide, yet I couldn’t.  Something was stopping me.  I didn’t want to disappoint her. No matter how embarrassed I was at that moment, somehow I knew that disappointing her would be worse.  So I just stood there trembling and totally naked, trying not to look at her as her smile and her eyes burned a hole in me.
I kept standing as she stood up herself, brushing by me on her way to the bathroom.  For the next five minutes I stood completely alone and completely naked in the middle of the bedroom. I could hear her in the bathroom, but I didn’t dare move or say a word.
In five minutes she reappeared to find me standing exactly as she left me.  Rachel however was completely different.  The slinky black dress she wore to dinner was now gone.  All that remained was a black push up bra and black thigh high stockings.  When I saw her I felt my entire body shiver and shudder.  I felt alarmed and terrified and unsure and awkward, not because of the situation, or because of her attire, but because of the strap-on fastened around her hips.  It was a realistic cock, flesh colored and average sized, fastened to her in a black leather harness.
Seeing her that way was strange.  It made her seem so powerful and so in control.  The way she carried herself was unlike the way I had seen any woman carry herself before.  Just by her walk you knew she was in charge.
She didn’t have to say a single word.  I knew exactly what she wanted and exactly what to do.  As she walked toward me I instinctively dropped to me knees in front of her.  It felt uncomfortable and awkward to be in such a position, but at the same time, even though it’s embarrassing and hard to admit, it felt right too.  As I looked up at her and took her cock into my mouth for the first time, I saw the desire and glee in her eyes, and I knew that I didn’t want to do anything to disappoint her.  I felt this incredible urge to please her, to make her happy.  I wanted her approval more than I wanted anything.
As her cock slid in and out of my mouth she started running her fingers through my hair.  I closed my eyes as the situation overwhelmed me. She talked to me as I sucked her cock, teasing and taunting me.  Part of me felt embarrassed and small and weak, the other part was resolved to please her even more.
The sensation of being on my knees in front of her was hard to describe.  I felt feminine and unsure. But to me, there was something erotic about it as well.  I’m not sure what it was exactly, maybe it was the feeling of being so out of control, or so utterly dominated. Maybe it was her, and the way she carried herself and the way she talked and the glee in her eyes.  Maybe it was the sensation of her cock sliding in and out of my mouth, the feeling of my lips being stretched and the knowledge of her eyes looking down on me.
I knew there was more to come. My complete and utter submission was inevitable now.  There was no turning back.  If the sensation of being on my knees was embarrassing, it didn’t even compare to the utter embarrassment of being down on all fours.  Vulnerable and exposed doesn’t begin to describe how I felt with her behind me, one hand on my ass, and the warm slippery sensation of the other spreading lubrication between my cheeks.
She told me how she had wanted to fuck me like this for a while now, and how she knew I wanted it too, even if I didn’t know it myself.  I felt so weak and so out of control.  I was totally out of sorts, almost as if someone else had inhabited my body.  It’s hard for me to fathom or understand now, but in that instant I found myself begging her to fuck me.

I whimpered when she first entered me. The physical feeling was unlike anything I’d ever felt.  A complex mixture of pleasure and pain.  I grunted as she entered me again.  I begged for more.  She slapped me on the ass before thrusting again.  Before long she had both hands on my hips, and she was fucking me harder and harder.  I squealed, I whimpered, I grunted, and I groaned as she fucked me.  I’d never made so much noise before.  I’d never been reduced to making those sounds.
Again she talked as she fucked me, a bizarre blend of aggression and dominance.  I wanted it so badly, I wanted her to fuck me as hard as she could.  And fuck me she did.  She slapped me on the ass one last time as she finally dismounted me.  I was left gasping for breath and trembling and she ran her fingers gently up the length of my spine.
In the instant that she stood, it was like my whole world came crashing down.  Never had I had a more emotional moment.  Never had I felt such a wide range of emotions.  Pick an emotion, any emotion, and I felt it. I didn’t know what to think.  I was stunned.  Exhausted.  Overwhelmed. Weak. Confused.  Never before had I had such an intense experience.
When it was over, she patted me on the head and flashed a satisfied smile as she stepped around me and made her way back to the bathroom. I spent the night in her bed, naked, lying next to her.  She didn’t touch me as I fell asleep.  In the morning I awoke to her mischievous and contented smile and the feeling of her hand on my growing cock.  By the time I realized what was happening I was fully aroused and she stopped.  Again she patted me on the head as she got up from the bed and stepped into the bathroom.
Soon afterwards, I got dressed and left, feeling more confused and overwhelmed and embarrassed than ever.
As I said, it’s been two weeks since then, and the experience still seems just as intense. I must have played it over in my head a thousand times since then, and I’m still not sure how to feel.
I’ve been filled with self-doubt.  I’ve questioned my manhood and my desires.  I keep imagining myself on my knees in front of her with her cock in my mouth, trying to understand the thoughts that were running through my head.  I try to reconcile my masculinity with the image of me begging her to fuck me.  It’s all a blur of self-doubt and insecurity.  I wonder what she thinks. She hasn’t mentioned that night since, but every time I look at her now I swear I see that smile.
I feel so vulnerable and so embarrassed by what happened.  I wonder if she’s told anyone else and I wonder how much they know and what they think of me.  Sometimes it seems like everyone knows, as I desperately want to hide it.  When people look at me at work, I inevitably think they know, and I wonder what they must be thinking as well.
At the same time when I think back and replay it in my head, I find myself aroused, and I wonder how it affected her, and what thoughts ran through her mind as she fucked me.  Part of me doesn’t want to feel that arousal or to remember it as erotic.  But I can’t help it, part of me knows it was.
I find that I keep coming back to the same question.  What if the same situation arose again?  Would I let it happen again, and more importantly, would I want it?  But no matter how hard I try to convince myself otherwise, the answer is always the same.  Yes.

– The End –

LIFE SUCKS!…

This was the thought that rolled thru her head… deafened her mind to the world around her and any possible escape from the dull, day-to-day existance that she lived.

Everyday was the same… she awoke… she wen’t to her low paying, intolerably boring job… she came home to the solitary confines of her empty apartment … the only relief was her computer, there she was loved… there she was beautiful … there she was wanted … to dream that someday real life could be like her fantasies brought tears to her cheeks and an ache to her sorrowful heart.
Online she was a slave … not just any slave… but the personal slave of a great and powerful King… the ruler of a vast empire… online her life was simple… she obeyed every command… she kept the King happy… she satisfied Him mentally and physically… she was praised often for her ingenuity and boldness… she was very happy and content to be His slave.
But it was just a fantasy… Only good for a few precious hours of respite from the prison of loneliness which was her real life.
As she lay in bed… her hair still damp from her shower… her mind filled with that nights service to her Master…a wistful smile playing over her face… she fell asleep to dream of her life in that fantasy realm… for a while free of this world.
Her eyelids felt heavy, dry, gritty… she was unable to open them. She tried to raise her hands to her face to wipe the sleep from her eyes… her foggy brain took a few moments to realize she could not lift her arms… she tried to sit up… she couldn’t…
She fought back the panic that was slowly creeping into her mind… Something was wrong, but her brain seemed to be moving extremely slow… then the blackness enveloped her again… soothing blackness that took away the panic.
“Wake up”
Her mind was slowly clearing… the words, the voice cutting thru the blackness… she began to shiver with the realization that she didn’t recognize the voice… and that she still could not move… slowly she managed to open her eyes… turning her head to the side, she saw him… the voice…
“Well little one, its about time you awoke and began to live your new life.” He chuckled at her mystified stare… he reached out to stroke her cheek as he gently spoke to her… ” My name is not important, you will address me simply as Sir… I will tell you only what you need to know at this moment… do not speak,just listen.”

Tho she was confused and frightened… she obeyed.
“Your old life no longer exists, so just put it out of your mind… you are a very fortunate girl, you have been found worthy by a very important man. His reasons are his own to divulge or not as he sees fit, you only need know he has chosen you to be trained to serve him… he will be your Master and Owner for as long as you please him… if he ceases to want you, you will either be sold or euphanized… this is because once you have been selected to become a trained slave, you are a slave for life, never to be unowned. I will be the one to train you, and do not doubt for a moment that if you give me anything but your best efforts during your training, I will be merciless in my punishments.”
He smiled at the silent tears of one who has realized her fate… with a gentle thumb, he wiped them away.
“Cry if you must little one, even tho it does you no good… simply accept who and what you are… you know as well as I do that this is what you were born to be… you are asking yourself how you came to be chosen, right?”, with a wide grin he leaned down til his lips grazed her ear and softly whispered “Welcome to the House of Beldor.”
she began to shudder…. a low moan building into a keening wail as his words ripped thru her mind and heart, threatening to shut her down completely… it couldn’t be true…the House of Beldor was only fantasy… it was only an online amusement, a way to escape her real world. As the wail subsided…her mind latched on to a single thought, like a drowning man onto a life preserver… how did he know?
As her mind focused on that thought, other things began to become evident… she was bound to a cot or ledge… she was in a moving vehicle of some sort… the only people in sight were her and Sir. she struggled to test her bonds… only to discover that her bonds were all she wore… without thinking, she spoke to him, “where are you taking me?, who is this man and how do you know about Beldor?”… the stinging slap jerked her head away… she tasted the copper flavor of blood… her tears slid down burning cheeks. she was mortified to realize she had been thinking that she deserved that slap… that slaves do not speak unless first given permission. She turned her face back to him…this time with her eyes cast submissively down.
“See there little one… you know what is proper… you were always a very good girl, and I am sure you will find it easy to accept your life… after all, it is what you dreamed of is it not?”
she felt a small pinch… then the blackness overtook her again… for how long this time, she had no idea.
Silence…
Painful light…
Headache…
Her mouth was dry… her head felt like exploding… As she began to surface more and more from the drugged sleep, she noticed small things… her arms were over her head, bound at the wrists… her feet were spread and bound to the floor… she felt nothing at her back, so apparently she was standing… slowly she managed to open her eyes.
There he stood… the voice… the Sir, dressed in leather slacks, a leather vest, gloves… his hair hung at his back, gathered with a silver clip. He sat on a table edge…a table that held many things that her mind was not yet ready to process. He smiled that beautiful smile… but his eyes were cold… he watched her for a moment, then stood and turned from her to face the table, seeming to be pondering a selection.
“Your training begins now, it will consist of many things, for you must learn to crave those things which your Master likes… his preferences will be yours… you will be physically and mentally trained to be a perfect fit for him.” Slowly he turned around… she couldn’t help her gaze falling on what was in his hands, in the left was a paddle, in the right many small pieces of metal, silver she thought but she wasn’t sure.

He turned his head and nodded to someone out of her view… she could hear a whirring, then her arms parted and raised til she was a very taut human X. she couldn’t move except for her head. she felt hands wrap in her hair painfully tight, now she couldn’t even move her head… the hands tilted her head slightly, so that she was looking down at her own naked body… Looking up from under her lashes, she saw him approach… the paddle strung from his wrist on a loop. With a grin, he reached out and captured her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger… he stretched it out til the weight of her breast was suspended from her swelling nipple, then without hesitation or warning, he pierced the nipple with a heavy silver ring, locking the ends together with an audible click. Dropping the breast, he immediately grabbed the other and repeated the procedure… the quickness startled her to the point of not actually feeling the pain, for that she was greatful.
she heard footsteps behind her, coming from both sides… her head was jerked back til she saw nothing but ceiling and her bound arms. she felt hands untying her ankles, her legs were lifted and her knees draped over strong shoulders… strong hands held her ankles as they moved apart… spreading her open wide. she shuddered as she felt the probing fingers, he clasped one smooth, bare labia and pinched it hard… she cried out as she felt the piercing go thru and heard the same click of finality. she felt him grab the other side…pinch…pierce…click… the tears slid more from disbelief than pain, but the disbelief was not for the act itself, but for the fact that she could feel her traitorous body heating up… as if it relished this treatment… as if this were the most wonderful of foreplay.
He stood back, inspecting his handiwork… then pulling a small bottle from his pocket, he poured a bit over each piercing. she began to scream and buck, but the strong hands held her fast as the alcohol sterilized the wounds. He waited til she had exhausted herself… then with a snap of his fingers she was spread wider than before, she felt straps being cinched around her thighs and ankles.
The hands left her flesh and she heard their retreating footsteps. she tried to raise her head to see Him, but felt a hand wrap in her hair and her head jerked back down, all she saw was the leather of his boots and pants, and the paddle in his hands… she shivered… a tiny whimper escaping her.
“Now that you are mostly properly attired we will begin the rest of the preparations for your training” again she heard the leathery snap of his fingers. her legs began to rise… bending at the hip so that she was positioned as if sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide before her… but she wasn’t… she was on her back in mid air… exposed… unable to see what was about to happen… her body tense… her senses sending alarm throughout her being.
she heard the click of his heels on the floor… he seemed to be headed back towards the table. she moaned softly, her imagination getting the best of her…
“Never make a sound without a reason, you never know when it will displease your Master and cause him to give you a reason.” she felt the softness of his gloved fingers stroking her inner thighs… so gentle… her body relaxed.
she sighed without thinking, then bit her lip to keep from screaming as he shoved two fingers of a gloved hand into her vagina. He pulled back and shoved in three fingers… then four, as she tried to twist away from him he added the thumb.
Grabbing her thigh hard with his free hand, he braced her as he twisted and shoved his hand up into her til he hit bottom. her mind screamed out the pain that she dared not voice. her eyes flew open as she felt her jaws being pried apart… before she could resist, a long thick cock was jammed down her throat.

she heard Sir saying ” you will suck on that cock…if you stop or bite you will be severly punished… no matter what happens, remember my warning slave.”
she fought desperately to breath and not to gag as the cock began to ream her throat… the hand in her vagina began to pump in unison, she was being impaled.
her mind went numb… her body acted on its own accord… as if she had done this before, as if it were a natural thing to her. she fought hard and repressed the hysterical giggles that threatened to drive her mad… she now knew why this seemed familiar… it was a scene she had played out with her online Master… one of his favorites.
she felt the reality of this whole strange drama hit home. at last she knew she wasn’t dreaming… somehow, this was truely the House of Beldor, and she was truely a slave.
now she knew what Sir had meant when he said she was “mostly properly attired”… in Beldor, slaves are, at the very least, attired in slave collar and a brand. piercings and other accoutrements were at the discretion of the slaves Owner.
strange…
a calmness began to spread thru her mind, she began to willingly and lustfully suck the proferred cock. her hips began to tremble as her inner muscles stroked and squeezed the fist within her.
“Very good little one, I see you have come to terms with your new life. now things will be much easier for you, the pleasure much greater, and even the pain an acceptable part of your continued service to your Master.” with that said, he bent his fingers just slightly inside of her, this caused the raised seams of the finger tips of the glove to scrap against her inner flesh as he pumped… more to the point, he was stimulating her g-spot as it had never been before. he could feel her heat rising… his elbow length glove becoming slick with her need.
he felt her tensing, he smiled and nodded to the slave who’s cock she so ardently feasted on. she felt strong hands grab the sides of her head and hold it still as the cock began to unload deep in her thoat. at the same time she felt the fist plunge as deep as it could go and fingers grasping her clit, pinching it hard and pulling.

it was too much… her body released…
she reached a climax that seemed to be every orgasm she had ever felt rolled into one massive explosion. she quite literally saw stars…
It took a long time for her body to stop spasming… for her tired mind to focus.
she felt cold steel about her throat. her tired mind smiled and recognized the collar.
she felt like she was floating as strong hands loosed her from her bonds.
she felt the softness of some sort of bedding as she was lowered to it.
she smiled softly as her weary mind recognized the click of a chain being attached to her collar. she slowly gave into the blackness. the caress of a hand on her cheek… the feel of a soft blanket on her skin and his voice whispering to her “good girl” were the last things the blackness took from her mind.
She awoke slowly, her mind totally relaxed, as was every part of her…
totally peaceful, like a satiated cat.
Slowly her eyes opened… for a moment the darkness confused her. then she became aware of the feel of a blindfold covering her eyes. she smiled as she accepted this as if it were nothing unusual.
languidly she stretched, her hands slowly exploring her body. she felt as if every sense, every nerve was heightened somehow.
her hands found her throat…
with a happy sigh she caressed the cool steel band that incircled her neck, then it occured to her how she would have felt about this just two days ago… how she would have screamed and cried…
but now it was like this was the reality and the other way was just a vague notion.
“You have done very well little one.  I have been waiting for you to awaken so that I could see what state of mind you would be in, because your reactions would determine the course of your training.”
she felt the caress of his hand on her cheek, felt it trail down her body… she began to shiver with a mix of anticipation and a growing hunger… a need, a feeling of butterflies dancing over freshly lit coals… fanning the coals with ever flitting wings. she began to purr as the hands caressed and squeezed her mound… then to moan softly as fingers entered the slit to rub from her hole to her clit…
He laughed, pleased to see how easily the heat came to her… how loose and free her body had become… how her mind and body no longer fought each other for control. now they were in unison… both ready to serve… to satisfy… to do what they must to achieve the quenching of her fire.
He reached out and unhooked her leash from the wall, he gave in a slight jerk towards him and waited. he smiled at how quickly she reacted to a silent command. she rolled over onto her belly, then slowly rose to hands and knees…

she waited anxiously for the next tug or the next word.
“I do not believe in damaging knees… stand, feet apart, arms folded behind you, mouth open.” quickly she rose and assumed the position he had ordered, it seemed such a natural position. she felt something being pressed into her mouth horizontally… obediently she bit down and held the thing. she felt a line, like cold metal, running down her belly.
it came to her that the thing was in fact her leash handle, the cold was the chains of the leash. she felt his hand wrap in her hair… at the slight nudge he gave her, she began to walk forward, trying to walk normally even tho she couldn’t see.
Somehow she just knew that he would not let her run into anything, that she was protected and prized. tears began to run out from under the blind fold… no sound, just quiet tears.
“Good girl, you realize now that nothing bad has happened to you, nor will it as long as you are here… this has truley all been for your benefit in a way, yes, it was done at the behest of someone who wishes to own you.
But you are freer now than you were in that old life. free to be exactly what you were meant to be… an obediant, wanton slave… one whose only reason for being is to serve, to fulfill every desire, no matter how difficult it should be, of her Master.”
her bare feet padded on smooth, cool tile as the hand in her hair guided her. after a few minutes she was silently directed to turn left.
she felt the change immediately, from warm dry air to warm moist air…. she stepped on what felt like a metal grate, the hand in her hair telling her to stop with a slight tug.
“raise your arms over your head and grab onto the ring you find there… under no circumstance are you to let go of it until I tell you to.”

Without thought she immediately obeyed. the ring was low enough for her to hold on and yet remain flat footed on the grate.
she felt his foot nudge hers apart, she complied til her feet were square with her shoulders.
she heard the water being turned on… she smelled the pleasant scents of soaps and powders… she heard his steps come towards her again… felt his fingers trail gently down her back… she shivered despite the warmth of the room.
she felt his hand go between her thighs from the back… his fingers prying her cheeks apart.
she gasped audibly as something cold and smooth was pushed thru her tiny pucker and deeply into her anal canal.
“Do not let it slip out… no matter what, not until I tell you to release… is this understood?”
Softly she answered “yes Sir”. her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but that was nothing compared to what she felt when the slow gush of warm water began to pour from the nozzle into her belly.
she couldn’t even moan, she was so shocked… so intrigued… so captured by this new sensation.
As she concentrated on her slowly filling bowels, she was sprayed with warm water… a rough sponge scrubbed her from head to toe with a pleasantly flowery soap. her hair was washed in jasmine…
the hands in her hair, rubbing and sliding in the lather, almost made her forget to grip the nozzle… but she felt it move slightly and clenched onto it in time.
He must have been watching and noticed this… she could almost hear the laugh in his voice as he said “very good little one” and patted her bottom…
she was getting extremely full and starting to panic over whether or not she could hold it. all the soap was rinsed from her body and hair, she was told to let go of the ring and squat over the grate where she stood.
she complied slowly… her pucker tightening desperately around the steel nozzle, trying with all that was in her not to let anything out… not to be displeasing… she felt the nozzle being pulled from her bottom as he told her to release.
with a sigh of relief she let it all go. the water that filled her bowels came splashing out and down the drain,

the emptyness she felt made her sad.
she had liked the feeling of being full.
a soft sigh must have escaped her because she felt her chin cupped in his hand, “Don’t be sad slave… we shall soon fill you up with other things, this was simply preparation for the next step in your training.” she was told to stand and grab the ring again… when she did she felt the warm water playing over her legs and between her thighs.
then she felt the soft towel that he dried her with, briskly, drying every nook and crevice… she was told to keep her eyes closed as the blindfold was removed, her hair briskly rubbed dry, and a new blindfold placed over her eyes.
she opened her mouth slightly as he removed her leash handle… she had been careful to try and keep it as dry as possible.
she felt a tug and was lead back into the hallway. as they walked, he told her what was to come…
“This will be a very long and hard day for you little one… you will be bent over a padded beam, your feet chained to the floor, your arms pulled by chains straight out in front of you.
your nipple rings attached by chains to the floor, your pussy rings chained to either end of the beam so that you are open…
you will have a vibrator of sorts implanted in your anus… you will not let it slide…. every hour you will be made to orgasm… then the vibrator will be exchanged for a slightly larger one. this will continue until I feel you are properly prepared for the next step.”
she felt the air open up around them as they stepped back into the large training room…
As he had told her, she was led to a padded beam, it was the height of her hips.
she felt a hand lodge in her hair and bend her forward… her toes came just slightly off the ground as she balanced on her pelvis and hip bones, her thighs spread wide as the cold steel was locked about her ankles, her nipples ached slightly as they were pulled when the chains attached them to the floor… her wrists were cuffed and pulled out before her.
again she found herself in the “X” position. she sighed softly as her labia parted… the warm air of the room playing on her exposed clit. then she felt the slippery fingers exploring her pucker… pumping in and out till she was well greased. with a single push she felt the vibrator lodged in place, slightly more than two fingers wide, it spread her without hurting much. her muscles grasped onto it and held it tight… she shuddered as it was turned on and the tingle began…
Weeks passed in this manner… everyday brought a new focus to her training… every part of her body was taught to feel.
one morning, as she slowly awakened on her soft, warm pallet…
“Good Morning little one… I hope you slept well, today is very important… today you will perform for your Master.
He will judge whether or not you are fit to accept,or if he feels you need further training.
do not get nervous… just allow yourself to be free and enjoy, you will be a wonder for him to behold.”

she rolled over to her belly, her lips finding his feet and pressing soft kisses upon them. she looked up at him… a sign that she wished to speak… he nodded his permission…..
“Sir… will you be there… will you be the one showing me off?”
He smiled and nodded. the nervous flutter that had begun in her heart subsided, she knew that she would perform well for Sir, no matter who else was watching…
she was lead away to be washed, dried, powdered and perfumed… long dangling earrings were placed in her ears… jeweled nipple shields were attached behind the rings…
each of the labia rings were attached to fine silver chains, then he led her out by them… down the long hallway in a totally new direction… somewhere she had never been.
double doors swung open as he reached them. she followed him into a large room… the Main Hall. there were many people there, she shivered and her eyes dropped as they all turned to stare at her…

A tall, well dressed man came towards them… his eyes devouring her body.
without taking his eyes from her, he addressed Sir…
“So, this must be your latest project,tonights entertainment… she is lovely, and I am sure you have trained her well, as always.”
He reached out and clapped Sir on the shoulder, a wide grin on his face, then turned to address the room…
“Friends, the promised entertainment has arrived! now, as I am certain you have heard, this lovely morsel was trained and prepared for Ambarden, but alas… due to his sudden incarceration he cannot take delivery of his prize… so we will be regaled with watching her perform publicly… then later, after all have had a chance to examine her, she will be auctioned off to the highest bidder at the masque ball…”
she was led to a raised dias bearing only a table. she was positioned so that her head hung over the end and she was forced to watch the crowd as she was put thru her paces…
first she felt fingers caress her clit, causing her pussy to clench and her juices to begin to flow… as she moaned her nipples were seized by the rings and pulled upwards to show off her piercings…
she was told to stand up and made to climb on the table and squat, facing the crowd, her thighs spread open… she felt hands supporting her back as, from behind, she was impaled on a fist.
her back arched and she stiffled a scream as the hand worked its way into her…
she felt fingers pinching and rubbing her clit… her hips began to move on their own as she rode the fist… her breath became ragged as she pumped her pelvis, her inner muscles squeezing the fist as tho it were a cock…
she was pulled backwards til she was on her back, then turned crossways on the table, the fist still deep within her…
her legs were raised and held wide apart, her head was again off the table.
a cock appeared over her face… without thought her mouth opened for it. it was shoved down her throat and she began to suck like a starving animal…
the fist continued to pump her… her legs were drawn back til her knees hit her chest. then she felt a cock being shoved into her anus… she wiggled and squirmed… her body not knowing which way to go… wanting to pump against the cock and the fist… wanting to suck harder and faster… wanting to scream and beg …
she felt the lips against her ear… the soft kiss on her cheek. then she heard the most beautiful words she could hear,
“release slave, release now”…
with a groan so loud the cock in her throat could not stiffle it, she began to cum… heavily… bucking and squirming… the cock in her mouth began to shoot, as did the one in her bottom, greedily she sucked as she came…
she felt her legs being spread wide. she felt empty without the cocks and the fist… she was told to lie still… she obeyed…
one by one the guests filed past her, some stroking her skin, some dipping their fingers into her pussy to taste her nectar, some sticking their fingers into her bottom to see her squirm…
when all were thru with her, she was taken to the center of the main hall and chained to a pillar, tightly so her weak knees wouldn’t have to support her.
then the guests all filed out of the room,laughing and talking to one another… she was left in silence… completely alone… she slept…

she awoke to the sounds of laughter and music… the guests filed back into the room, all bedecked in costumed finery, all wearing masks.
they gathered around the chained slave…
the tall man stepped forward and removed his mask,
“release her chains”
two male slaves came forward and unchained her, she dropped to her knees.
“now little slave… sweet little slut that you are, it is time to meet your new owner, and I must say you fetched quite a handsome price.”
His hand wrapped in her hair as he guided her forward… the crowd parted as she crawled along, her eyes on the ground… her heart beat hard and fast.
she was stopped before feet clad in black leather boots. she felt her collar being unlocked and removed.
another collar was thrust before her eyes… she read the words on it…
“Property of Master J.B. Evans”….
then she was grabbed by her arms and hoisted to her feet… before her stood a man in a wolf mask… the collar in his hand…
he reached out and placed it around her neck… she heard the lock snap shut… slowly he removed the mask… he smiled… the same smile she had come to know and yearn for… “now you are mine little one”……

– The End –

My name is Jessy Hutchens, or at least it used to be.  Now I suppose it is just Jessy, at least to me it is.  I am nineteen years old close as I can figure.  I am unfertile and not at all bitter about it considering my present situation, but more on that later. I am tall for a girl, at just over six foot, and two inches.  I am lanky, awkward, and my posture is horrible. When I stand up I have a tendency to shrug my shoulders forward giving the appearance that my arms reach all the way to my knees.  I have a nearly flat chest, 32B cup-size.  I am a “strange mix of psycho and crybaby” as my “owner” likes to say.  I have short blonde hair that is kept just long enough for a person to grab in a handful.  I have sharp features and overall my body is toned and muscular, with one exception. I seem to have the perfect bubble of an ass.  As I have been told many times over the last year, it’s my only valuable asset, if you’ll pardon the pun (for the hundredth time).

When I was growing up in northern California, the man whom I had always thought was my father, shared the title of “poverty stricken” with me.  I figured that to be the reason he was always so detached with me.  The little affection he did show, or what I thought was affection, was by cupping and patting my ass while telling me I was going to be a “prize” someday.  My house was a cracker box of architectural design, and the view surrounding it was pretty much shit.  There were a few other homes within spitting distance, mostly inhabited by gypsy rejects and new age hippies.  The only pleasant spot for me was in the backyard, where I had dug about a five foot deep by ten foot around goldfish pond.  I had done an excellent job with it, going so far as to put in a rubber liner and a small pump to keep it healthy looking. I spent many an afternoon lounging in that pond while my goldfish swam around me.  I tried it nude on only one occasion and that was ruined when a neighbor, a scraggily hippy-type of about twenty-eight years, came over and sat down at the edge of my pond and just stared at my naked figure under the water.  I told “dad” about the incident that night and curiously, I never saw the hippy again.

It was a comfortable, if strange life. I suppose I should have figured out something was wrong with the situation a lot sooner than I did, because I received regular bare-bottom spankings until the age of sixteen.  As it happened I was receiving just such a disciplining when I became very wet, very quickly.  I was standing in my room, hands on my bed mattress, leaned forward, with legs spread a little bit over shoulder width apart.  I’m not sure even as of now, why, but as the hand smacked across my bare young ass for the fifth time, a flash of heat passed through my belly and down into my groin.  I slowly started rocking my hips back and forth in sync with the swatting of the hand, until at the ninth stroke, I rocked back on my heels just as the hand tore into the soft flesh of my bottom.  I remember that there wasn’t exactly anything going on in my head at that moment, I was just kind of…enjoying it.  Gradually I noticed that the hand had stopped, and I became acutely aware that the insides of my thighs were soaked, with streams of my wetness running down over the backs of my calf muscles.  The air in my room had become heavy with the musky smell of female lust, and as I turned shame-faced, there was dear old dad, hand still raised in mid swipe, mouth open, staring at my shiny, wet rear-end; he was sporting a massive erection, and a single bead of sweat was rolling down his forehead.  I bolted out of there and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I was breathing in thin gasps, sucking the air through my clinched teeth.  I sat down on the toilet seat and started to cry, unsure as to what would or should happen next.  The man had never been warm with me, but he had never been abusive in any way either.  In the way of family, we were more like roommates.  As I sat there running over the situation in my head, my hands slowly moved to the warm, wet center between my legs. Now this was a completely innocent move on my part, but as my fingers grazed against the lips of my vagina, an electric current snaked through my body.  Slowly my fingers moved around the lips, then in and out of the hole within.  Soon the feeling of mental blankness was over me again, and my hands were gently exploring my sex.

Quickly enough mydigits found my clitoris, and as they moved with increasing pressure over it, I remember biting at the empty air around me. My eyes grew heavy and my legs seemed to fall asleep…then a rush of fluid filled my pussy.  That was the first time I had ever masturbated.  It was the first time I had ever had an orgasm.  Nothing was ever said about that incident until the occasion of my eighteenth birthday.

Now along about a year ago, on my aforementioned birthday, my home received some rather unpleasant visitors.  I was about to go out to the Friday night races at the local dirt track and had spent the better part of two hours fixing my hair up like that Jaime Lee Curtis woman. I was wearing a tight wife-beater shirt and a pair of daisy dukes that rode up the crack of my ass with every step.  I hadn’t seen my “dad” in the last three hours or so, when he had gone out back with the telephone.  As I opened up the front door to head out, I was greeted by an ogre of a man in a black business suit.  I opened my mouth to scream, but the ogre-man grabbed my face in his palm and sent me sprawling onto my backside into the house.  He quickly walked in and kicked the door shut behind him.  As he was heading towards me I scrambled up on to my knees and was about to stand up when he straddled my face.  I reared back let loose a punch at his balls, but the big bastard was too quick and simply caught my arm by the wrist.  He shoved me down onto my back and pinned my arms down under his knees.  I thrashed madly, cussing all the while, but I was stuck under his gargantuan frame.

After a few minutes I stopped moving and simply looked up into his face, waiting for the next move.  He smiled back at me and fished into his coat pockets.  What he pulled out quickly had me thrashing again, in one had he held a large tube of fuck-lube, and in the other was a thick, red, rubber dildo.  Just as I started writhing again, he yelled out “Gerald!” and incredibly, in walked dear old dad, whom I had always known as Mick, and to boot, he was carrying his own strange wares- a small spool of rope, a steak knife, and a roll of gray packing tape.  In the midst of this most horrifying revelation I had gone stiff.  The ogre-man took this opportunity to uncap the lube and quickly had it shoved into my gaping, dumbfounded mouth. He squeezed the entirety of the contents into my mouth, forcing my to swallow a great deal of the syrupy tasting stuff, and I began breathing heavily through my nose.  As I reeled from this strange invasion he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back opening my mouth wide, whereupon he stuffed the dildo all the way to its flattened base between my trembling lips.  As I watched “Gerald” hand the ogre-man the roll of tape, I felt the first tears welling up in my eyes.  The tape was wrapped tightly around my head twice, and I dumbly thought to myself, that is going to fucking hurt when it comes out of my hair.

With the obscene gag securely in place, my assailant took a moment to issue some instructions to “Gerald” as to what was going to happen next.  He then looked at me and said in a remarkably calm voice, “this man is not your father, you have no living relatives, tomorrow everyone you know will think you are dead, if you don’t want to prove them right, do not struggle with me for the next half-hour, after that…struggle and fight all you want.” The smile that he ended this statement with was what really won me over.  At the sight of that smile I fell headlong into the biting quiver of fear that was overpowering my stomach.  I nodded my agreement and the ogre-man slowly stood up, relieving my body of his weight.  He flopped me over onto my belly, and then pulled my arms tautly back behind me.  “Gerald” stepped in front of me and held my arms in that position as ogre-man bent my legs at the knees and pulled my feet back to where they were touching my hands.

“Now grab your feet and hold them like that.” I did as I was told and within a few minutes I was tied up in that position, with a circlet of rope going around my throat.  Next I was to find out the purpose of the steak knife.  The ogre-man cut the shoulder straps of my shirt, then grabbed the back of it and in one harsh swipe, half-cut, half-ripped my shirt off.  My bare nipples pressed into the dingy carpet of the living room.  Then the knife was digging down the sides of my shorts causing an ugly tearing sound, as the denim was pulled apart.  First one side, then the other, then a hand between my legs, and then I was wearing nothing but a cheap, blue thong. The ogre-man didn’t bother cutting it; he simply ripped it off, momentarily lifting me off the ground as he did so.  In this new and very vulnerable position I learned what the reasoning of my position in the ropes was.  In order to keep my arms from dislocating from the shoulder sockets, I was forced to keep my thighs spread as far apart as possible, thus exposing my pussy, and spreading my ass-cheeks wide.  The fear in my belly was now a roar of confusion, anger, hate, sadness, and…just a tinge, of excitement.

With his work seemingly complete, the ogre-man walked back out of the house, momentarily leaving ‘Gerald’ and myself alone. He walked into the kitchen and came back out a few seconds later with a styrofoam cup in his hand.  He began laughing and I felt something lightly thump me in the head.  It bounced into full view a moment later, a boiled-fucking-peanut. A moment later, I could hear the ogre-man walking back into the house, and he was speaking to another person.  I didn’t have to wait long to be introduced to this new voice.  A stately, gray-haired man, in a tailor-made suit stepped in front of me.  His hair was cropped short, and neat, and the only visible jewelry was a large, gold and onyx pinky ring on his left hand.

“Why hello there” he said to me in mock surprise “so nice to finally meet you.  I see you have already met Bruno,” he motioned to the ogre-man “and I believe you and Gerald have a long history together.” As he mentioned “Gerald” I let my eyes fall away from him, quite simply, it was all too much to register, and I just didn’t care at that moment. “Well then, my name is Sansil, and I think we should all go outside for some fresh air, so I can discuss matters at hand with Gerald, sound good everyone?” No one answered and Sansil quickly headed out towards the backyard.  Gerald and Bruno each took a spot at my sides and were about to lift me up when Gerald stopped and asked Bruno “You ever heard of such a thing as a Six-pack hold, Bruno?” “What do you mean?” “It’s when you carry a woman around the same way you would a six-pack of beer, you stick your middle finger in her pussy and your thumb in her asshole.  I’ve always wanted to see that done, I just imagine it’s fucking hysterical.  Say, would you humor me?”

A moment later I felt Bruno’s fat fingers simultaneously digging into my near as dry pussy and my virgin butt-hole.  I writhed and bucked for a second, but the circlet of rope around my throat quickly tightened so that I was choking on the fake cock and fuck-lube that were stuffed into my mouth.  I sneezed violently and a small glob of lube trickled out of my nose.  This brought a chuckle from both men.  I began to cry again as Bruno worked his middle finger deep into my pussy, then forced his thumb all the way into my asshole.  When he lifted me off of the ground like that I felt as if he was going to pull my guts out.  Thankfully, Gerald was laughing uncontrollably at the sight of this, and seeing no reason to further strain himself, Bruno set me down.

“Well how-dee-doo, I think she’s actually getting wet, smell this.” I heard Gerald take a deep whiff, and a second later Bruno’s fingers were at my face.  He wiped his thumb and middle finger across my upper lip and my nostrils were filled with the smell of my sex and my ass.  My crying only grew stronger as I realized that I was indeed getting wet.  With no more amusement forthcoming, the two men picked me up and carried me out to the backyard. Sansil was seated at the edge of the goldfish pond, and casually pointed to a spot near his feet where the men set me down.  Sansil propped his feet up on top of my head. Gerald pulled up a chair and sat down beside him.

“Uh, Bruno, go on inside and get ready.  We’ll be back in shortly.” “Sure thing boss.” With Bruno gone the two men sat quietly for a few moments, Gerald ate his boiled peanuts and tossed the hulls at my quivering bottom, with my tender, pink, asshole being the apparent bulls-eye.  A fire ant bit into my right nipple, causing me to buck and knock Sansil’s feet from my head.

“Woe, bitch!  Careful, these are very nice shoes.  Give me one of those Gerald.”

I soon felt Sansil’s hand on my bottom, then the moist shell of a boiled peanut was poking into the rim of my anus, with a little effort it was pressed half-way in and then left there.

“Now Gerald, you seem to have done a wonderful job these last few years, I must say.  I admit when you hatches this insanity of a plan, I was already making offers to have you killed, but now, to see the fruition, the final payment, well I think you may have very well paid off your debt and earned a little extra as well.” “I been tellin’ you all along that it would work, people’ll pay top dollar to live out rape fantasies with a bona-fide ‘willing victim’- she may not be good for shit else, but this lost little lady is pure-bred high-class ass in the sack.  Hell the little bitch jerks off almost twice a day!  This admission was perhaps worse and more shameful than my rather ‘open-ended position’ because of its truth.  How Gerald had come to know my masturbation habits, I may never know.

“Oh yes, I am sure…actually, I took the liberty of approaching a few prospective clientele already.  Her first appointment, if all goes well through her breaking-in phase, will be next week.  I’ve already had all the social work done as cleaning and ending her records, so, you should be clear to that end as of tomorrow morning.  Bruno will bring in your own documents and a little cash to get you on your feet again as soon as we are done inside, speaking of which, shall we get started?” “I’d love to!” As this conversation played out behind me, I had begun to kind of ‘let go’ in means of speaking. My tears had subsided and I had found an almost comfortable nook in my bonded position on the dirt.  If not for Sasil’s heel planted on the top of my head and the soggy peanut hull in my ass, I might have passed out completely. To this day I wish I had.  With Gerald’s last comment, Sasil stood from his seat and called Bruno to come and help Gerald carry back inside.  Being that I was faced out towards the pond, it wasn’t until I was back inside and lying on the carpeted floor again that I saw Bruno was now completely naked, save for a hood like towel hanging over his stiff and enormous erection.

Now I suppose my mind had run over the idea a few times so far that I might be raped, indeed most likely would, and Gerald’s declaration for my future as it was told outside, had not passed me without some mental recognition, but I suppose I had just been ‘rolling with it’ until this.  Bruno’s prick was nigh on a foot long and as thick as plumbing pipe.  I can’t lie, I was so scared I pissed myself at the site of him standing there, lording his cock over my bound figure.

“Boss, she pissed herself!  I’m not touching that filth!” “Relax, the poor dear is probably just a bit intimidated…just take her in the bathroom and hose her off.”

With that Bruno yanked me up, nearly pulling my arm out of the socket, and dragged me down the hall into the bathroom, were I was unceremoniously thrown into the bathtub.  Sadly, the next part of my degradation was a twist of my own, as I had purchased one of those high-powered, massaging shower heads with the hose attachment, as a gift for myself just a few days prior. Bruno took the massage head down and stuffed it up between my legs before turning the water on to a lukewarm.  He then left me there, gagging on a rubber cock and fuck-lube, a nipple still burning from a fire ant bite, a peanut in my ass, with a massaging shower head pumping jet streams of warm water over my clitoris and vaginal lips.  What an asshole, right?

What happened next is probably the reason that I am writing this memoir today, it is really the reason that I have dealt with the past year of my life without going crazy or committing suicide.  Sasil walked into the bathroom alone, and I heard Bruno and Gerald laughing with each other as he shut the door behind him.  He walked over, placed a towel down on the toilet seat and sat down next to my prone figure.

“Now, I know this is all a lot for a dense girl to take in at one time, to be sure, if you were a great philosopher, it would be a great deal to take in.”  Amused at his own wit, as I would later come to know he often was, he continued with a small chuckle.  “In a few moments, Bruno is going to come in and cut you loose, he’s going to rub the muscles in your legs and arms so that there is no stiffness in them from your bondage, then he is going to lock you in here for one minute.  Now in that one minute, I highly suggest that you prepare to defend yourself, because when he unlocks that door, he is going to come in here, and shove that abolition of a cock so far up your cunt that you’ll be flossing semen out from between your teeth tomorrow.  He’s going to fuck you from one end of this house to the other, and he’s going to be very rough.  I don’t personally believe that you can do anything to stop him, but I am hoping that you can slow him down, you see, I want to gauge your physical abilities, your stamina, your instincts, your reflexes…I need to see what paying customers can look forward to.”  With that he stood up, and was about to leave, when he stopped and turned to me once more.  “Oh yes, and just a bit of motivation for you, if you survive this life long enough to make me a fortune, I’ll give you the opportunity to repay Gerald for this ten-fold.  I should think you would look forward to that, considering he has paid a small sum to see Bruno fuck you in the ass while holding your head in the toilet during this little exhibition. I don’t know why he seems to dislike you so much, you seem like a perfectly likable young lass to me.”

With that he turned and left me to my coming struggles.

To Be Continued…

Michelle was nude, standing behind and leaning forward over the back of the heavy wood desk chair in the suite at the Fairfield. Her wrists were cuffed and attached to the arms of the chair. Her ankles were cuffed and those cuffs were attached to a spreader bar, keeping her legs so far open that her feet were nearly 36 inches apart. Dr. Wellhung admired her from various angles. She was displayed for his viewing pleasure. In this position her full breasts hung down nicely. Nipple clamps with 8-oz weights exaggerated the length of her nipples.

When Michelle leaned far enough forward the weights rested on the seat cushion of the chair. That relieved some of the tension from her nipples, but that also meant her legs were stretched tightly and she was on her tiptoes. It also greatly improved the Doctor’s view from behind where he could see her marvelously full cuntlips and the shapely globes of her ass. “Hmmm” Dr. Wellhung mused to himself; she looked very good for a woman in her 40’s. In between those rounded asscheeks her tight little asshole beckoned and below her tender inner labia and clitoris looked so vulnerable.
The Doctor began with the flogger. It was a small but effective tool, with a sturdy plastic handle and 16 leather lashes. The Doctor held it in one hand and standing in front of her and he lightly swished the lashes across her left cheek, then her right. Michelle was not really worried. The Doctor had never once used the flogger or anything else on her face. Nor had he ever so much as raised his hand, or for that matter even his voice to her in anger. However, feeling the leather strands on her cheeks WAS a bit disconcerting.
Then, with a quick stroke, The Doctor slapped those leather strands across the stretched flesh of her hanging breasts, just hard enough to give her a feel for the sting. The pain wasn’t that great but it startled her and she involuntarily jerked up and back. She couldn’t go far because her wrists were bound to the arms of the chair, but it was enough that her nipples were pulled smartly when the weights bounced off the chair cushion.
“Now my dear disobedient Michelle”, Dr. Wellhung said, “do you understand my reason for restraining you exactly as I did? If you do not want your poor nipples to be stretched painfully by a half pound of lead you had best keep still and keep up on your tiptoes as well.”

But that presented a dilemma for her, when she realized her tiptoe position made her most private parts even more vulnerable. Dr. Wellhung had planned her position specifically for that reason. He walked around behind her and flicked those lashes upward against the tender flesh of her vulva. Michelle had been expecting to feel the flogger so she was not startled, even despite the Doctor’s choice of target. Fortunately the blow was not hard and she did very well at keeping still. In fact, those luscious full breasts of hers barely even jiggled and the weights attached to her throbbing nipples remained (thankfully) still. However, she knew what might happen should Dr. Wellhung administer discipline more vigorously.
Michelle she did not expect what came next. First she felt his hand brush the inside of her thigh, way up her thigh, almost at her crotch. Then she felt something being wrapped around her thigh, and the feel and sound of Velcro reminded her of when her real doctor puts that Sphygmomanometer cuff on to measure her blood pressure. The thing Dr. Wellhung put on her was tight enough to stay put around her thigh, but not real tight like when her real doctor would inflate the blood pressure cuff. She could not see what Dr. Wellhung was doing without lifting up those weights with her nipples and her curiosity (or was it apprehension) built when she felt Dr. Wellhung put another of the same things around her other thigh. She wondered what they looked like and why Dr. Wellhung was putting them on her.
Those questions quickly faded to insignificance however because again she felt his hand between her legs, but this time it was higher. It brushed her tender and swollen inner labia. Then she could feel his finger probing further now, in between those pink lips, spreading them apart.
“You are wet down here Michelle.” Dr. Wellhung said, “Where did this wetness come from?”
“It came out of my pussy Sir”
“No Michelle, not ‘my pussy’. I told you not to use those soft words.” To emphasize Dr. Wellhung pushed two fingers deeply into her vagina, “Again, where did this wetness come from?”
“It came out of my cunthole Sir”
She felt a sudden emptiness when Dr. Wellhung just as quickly pulled his fingers out of her vagina. Then he walked around to the front of the chair and faced her.
“Look at how your dripping cunthole has got my fingers all slippery now Michelle. I may lose my grip on the flogger.” He told her holding them out to her upturned face, “Open her mouth and clean them!”
She obediently opened her mouth and sucked her own vaginal secretions from his fingers. As she did so Dr. Wellhung thought that he shouldn’t have had to remind her about not using soft words in his presence, he shouldn’t have had to instruct her to open her mouth, and of course there was the matter of her earlier disobedience as well. This woman was a most sorry sub indeed! Serious discipline was in order. Again Dr. Wellhung walked around behind her and she heard a slight metallic jingling sound. When Dr. Wellhung returned to her field of view he was holding two small clamps with small chrome chains attached.
“I am most disappointed in you Michelle. You have failed to complete your assignment in a timely manner and you have used the word ‘pussy’ despite my orders that you will not use such soft terms when speaking or otherwise communicating with me. Now you will suffer the consequences for your disobedience.”
With that Dr. Wellhung again walked around behind her and again she felt his fingers on her vulva. This time Dr. Wellhung grasped her left inner labia and pulled it to extend it fully and then she felt the pinch as Dr. Wellhung attached the first clamp to that tender flesh. The Doctor repeated the procedure with her other labia and then he attached the end of the chains to the rings on the cuffs around her thighs. He made some small adjustments to the position of the cuffs before he was finished with his work, and once finished he stepped back to admire his accomplishment.
As Michelle could tell from the cool air, the chains were holding her inner labia splayed widely apart, in fact splayed apart to such a degree that even her vagina was now slightly open. By then the tension was beginning to get to her too. It had only been a few minutes but her leg muscles were taught from keeping on her tiptoes. Her nipples were throbbing and there was a similar throbbing sensation starting in her labia as well. She wished that Dr. Wellhung would hurry up and administer her punishment… but she also wished the excitement of waiting for it would last forever.
Suddenly and with absolutely no warning at all she felt a sharp SMACK! on her asscheek. That was no light flick of the flogger; it was a hard object (small paddle perhaps?) and the blow was definitely serious! It was hard and unexpected enough that she jerked up so quickly and forcefully that the chair bumped on the floor! The weights bouncing on the cushion of the chair tugged painfully at both her nipples. The triple assault on her senses made her gasp. The heat of the smack on her asscheek was matched by a patch of red in exactly the shape of the hairbrush that Dr. Wellhung had used to administer that little bit of discipline. Dr. Wellhung also saw that the muscles of her buttocks were tense in anticipation of what she knew was coming. In fact, her asscheeks were actually quivering in a most amusing way. It was questionable if the quivering was from the tension of her tiptoe position or the way that she had clenched her buttocks, but that was really not important to his purposes anyhow.

“I am going to have to whack your other cheek now Michelle. Do you know why?” Dr. Wellhung asked.
“Because I used the soft word pussy instead of cunt as instructed?”
“And….”, Dr. Wellhung prompted her.
“I don’t know. Because my cunt got your fingers wet?”
“Quit being disrespectful Michelle”, he said, “Why did I have to bind you to this chair and now have to spend my valuable time administering discipline to you?”
“Because I was evasive when we were chatting on Yahoo the other night Sir. Because I did not answer explicitly when you asked what it was I was thinking about when I masturbated in the shower. Because I did not send you an email with a complete and detailed description of my thoughts as per your assignment to me. But Sir, I have learned my lesson and I will not be evasive and I will dutifully complete all assignments in the future.”
SMACK! Another unexpected blow landed on the tender skin of her ass, this time the other cheek. Again she jerked up and this caused the weights to painfully tug at her nipples, which were already throbbing even more from the prolonged squeeze of the clamps.
“Please Sir”, she implored him, “I will never be evasive again. Please let me…”
SMACK! Again Dr. Wellhung used the back of the hairbrush, this time on her already red left cheek and then SMACK!, yet again on her right cheek a second later. The two sharp blows without any recovery time caused her jerk even more and the weights bounced wildly. One bounced completely off the chair cushion and a full half-pound of lead pulled her throbbing nipple so much that it felt like it had been stretched to six inches long.
“I am still waiting my dear”, Dr. Wellhung said, “and unless you want another blow to further redden your ass you had best try to appease me and tell me now what you were supposed to write in an email.”
“Please Please, Sir, I was going to say that when I was in the shower I was thinking about… about… ”
“Perhaps this will help to refresh her memory”, Dr. Wellhung told her and with that he reached around the chair and batted the other weight off the cushion so both her nipples had to bear the torture of being squeezed and stretched, and her breasts were splayed apart by the width of the chair cushion.
Her full breasts were now both fully extended by the weights pulling at her nipples. Even the skin at the base of her breasts was taught in evidence of the stretching. Although Dr. Wellhung normally considered her form to be voluptuous, with full, quite firm and very womanly breasts, now the look had changed. So great was the distention that her breasts almost had the appearance of being pendulous. The full and rounded globes were hanging down like those of a woman with many more years than Michelle had. Even more intriguing was the appearance of her nipples. The weights had stretched them to a length well beyond their normal appearance. Michelle’s nipples looked more like teats, like the appearance they had when Dr. Wellhung used the breast pump on her and the vacuum pulled them outward into the clear plastic nipple funnel.
The new position was becoming exceedingly uncomfortable for poor Michelle. Her nipples were no longer just throbbing, they ached. She leaned up as much as she could, with hopes of lifting herself sufficiently that the weights would rise enough to swing back and rest again on the cushion and relieve some of the strain on her stretched nipples and breasts. Try as she might she could not raise quite high enough. The size of her breasts, that she was normally so proud of, was her undoing. The weights would come up tantalizingly close, right to the edge of the cushion in fact, but not enough. At least she didn’t have to stand on tiptoes any more. She tried a different approach.
“Oh oh oh”, Michelle began to sob, “I am so embarrassed to say. Please Sir, can I have another chance to write it in an email to you? I got busy at work with a project my boss gave me and honestly did not have a chance to write. I promise I will do it this time.”
But just as soon as those words left her lips she heard a rustling of his shirt and knew that her excuse had fallen on deaf ears. Dr. Wellhung was winding up for another whack on her stinging red buttocks.

“Wait, Sir, Wait, I was thinking about you sucking my puss… no… my cunt! I was thinking of you sucking my CUNT Sir!”
“Ah my dear, now we are getting somewhere”, the Doctor spoke, “You like it when I suck your cunt do you?”
“Yes Sir. I love it when you suck my cunt”
“Do you want your cunt sucked now Michelle?” Dr. Wellhung asked her. Michelle couldn’t see because he was still behind her, but there was a gleam in the Doctor’s eyes as he examined her opened vulva.
“Yes I do but I also want to get up and have these clamps and weights taken off my nipples Sir”.
“First things first Michelle,” the Doctor spoke, “you need to cum for me before I can release you. I have something in mind that will help you.”
“I don’t think I can cum like this Doctor. My boobs hurt too bad to cum.”
“Your WHAT hurts?” Dr. Wellhung asked with obvious displeasure at Michelle’s use of yet another soft word. He always said that a true subbie never REALLY learns her lesson, and Michelle sure was the proof of that.
“Uh Oh”, Michelle corrected, “My poor stretched nipples are on fire and my aching breasts ache.” The Doctor did approve of the use of medically correct terminology in lieu of hard words. And as she did not feel the sting of the hairbrush again she thought that perhaps she had saved herself with her most eloquent correction.

However, what saved her was the fact that the Doctor was busy with what it was that he had in mind. He had opened his box of medical equipment and was assembling the breast pump. He turned it on to verify the batteries were at full power and he held the nipple funnel to the palm of his hand to confirm that the parts had a good seal and the pump was making suction. Then the doctor added an accessory to the pump. It was a new part of his own design, a short length of 1″ diameter clear vinyl tubing that fit tightly into the neck of the nipple funnel. The end of the tubing had a soft silicon cup on it.
Michelle felt something touch her between her splayed inner labia. She felt it being pushed into her vagina. It was not as big around as any of the vibrators or dildos that the Doctor liked to use in her. She did not know what it was. It felt strange. Even stranger yet, the Doctor withdrew it almost immediately and placed it further forward, covering her clitoris. That felt strange as well. But when Michelle heard the click sound and soft hum as the Doctor turned the pump on, she knew what it was. She felt that familiar pull as a vacuum began to build, but it was different, more intense, feeling it on her clitoris instead of her nipples.
Dr. Wellhung had inserted the end of the suction tube into Michelle’s vagina to use her secretions to help assure an airtight seal. He watched the vacuum cause Michelle’s clitoris to begin swelling. He had turned the pump onto the maximum setting, and the volume of air being evacuated was considerably less than when the whole nipple funnel was used over her breasts. The silicon cup had covered most of Michelle’s clitoral hood and the end of her clitoris as well. The whole area covered was swelling rapidly, growing and beginning to fill the tube. As that sensitive little organ was being sucked into the tube it was becoming engorged with blood. The hood was swelling but so was the end of Michelle’s clitoris, both from the vacuum and sexual arousal caused by the physical sensation of the sucking, the soreness of her abused nipples, and the whole situation of submitting to Dr. Wellhung’s most devious discipline.
After only a couple minutes (it felt much longer to Michelle) of the vacuum treatment, her clitoral area had swollen to nearly completely fill the suction tube. The bud of her clitoris had emerged completely from the hood and was glistening pearly pink, the skin smooth and taut from the degree to which that normally smallish organ had grown. It felt to her as if her clitoris was being pulled out by the root! Of course that was not the case, yet the Doctor did marvel at the way Michelle’s clitoral area now projected straight out nearly an inch and a half from her vulva, and the end of her clitoris had swelled to become as large as the tip of his finger, sticking completely out of her hood. The tissues of her hood were similarly engorged and a deep red color. There was considerable discharge, vaginal secretions, “girlcum”, seeping from her still slightly open cunthole. It wetted her labia and even began to drip onto the pump and Doctor’s hand in translucent white syrupy while droplets.
Dr. Wellhung pressed the vacuum release button on the pump and those swollen tissues slowly retracted somewhat, but then he took his finger back off the button and they quickly returned to full distension. He repeated the process using the breast pump with its custom attachment and the vacuum release button to effectively suckle Michelle’s clitoris as if milking it.
“Oh my gawd”, Michelle moaned, trembling from the feelings in her crotch. The tingling in her clitoris was so intense now that it felt like electricity, like the Doctor was using the TENS unit he had tried before. No, it was even more intense than that because there was the cycling of engorgement as the Doctor repeatedly applied and released the vacuum. Her legs were shaking; her whole body was shaking, and the weights tugging mercilessly at her nipples were swinging and bouncing slightly, further increasing the sweet agony she was going through.
Then it got even worse. Or exquisitely better. Dr. Wellhung shut off the power and released the vacuum. He removed the pump. Michelle’s greatly swollen clitoris shrunk and retracted somewhat, although not nearly enough to regain a normal appearance. It was still at least three times as large as it usually appeared at the height of arousal. It was also so sensitive that it was nearly unbearable.
When Michelle felt the Doctor’s hands on the back of her thighs she knew she was about to lose it. When she sensed him approach her and felt his warm breath there on her exposed and sensitive flesh she did indeed begin losing it. The touch of his tongue there on the tip of her bulging clitoris hit her with the force of a lightning bolt. When Dr. Wellhung’s lips closed over it and he sucked that little organ into his mouth Michelle’s entire body spasmed in climax, jerking upward hard enough to actually lift the heavy chair completely off the floor, sending white hot jolts of electricity from her screaming nipples through her breasts, to be met somewhere in her brain by the whiter, hotter, jolt coursing through her from her clitoris. She felt like the top of her head exploded, she saw stars inside her eyelids, her fingernails dug into the wood of the arms of the chair, and Michelle’s mind went to that place somewhere else.

– The End –

‘Would you like some more coffee, Sue?’ Paula asked as Sue’s cup was nearly empty.

‘I think I may before we get started,’ she replied. ‘Get that slave of yours to bring some in, and tell him to be quick!!’

The other girls, Karen, Jean, Samantha and Heather, all giggled excitedly and glanced at the door waiting to see Paula’s slave, Colin, come into the room. Paula rang a small bell, and within a couple of seconds, Colin came quickly through the door. He was dressed as a French Maid, complete with suspenders and fishnet stockings, and had a leather hood on his head to protect his identity, and he stood self-consciously waiting for his orders.

‘Bring in another pot of coffee for the girls and be quick about it, you little runt’ Sue barked at him.

The girls all smiled as he hurried out, his bare arse showing as the skirt of his maid’s outfit swung up as he turned, all wishing they could dominate their husband like this. The group had began when Paula had threatened Colin one afternoon when he was tied up, saying if he did not mend his ways and do as he was told, she would advertise for a group of girls to come for tea and to humiliate and torture him. Colin had always fantasised about performing in front of others, and she decided to call his bluff. Colin had laughed, knowing it would be impossible for Paula to find several ladies to carry out her threat, as women were much less likely to be interested in bondage. Paula, however, carried out her threat and put her request for ladies to join her on as many internet sites as she could. She was not surprised to hear nothing for a while, but then received a couple of replies from a site on ‘Husband Domination’, and the group were having their first meeting. All the ladies had one thing in common – they wanted to humiliate and dominate their husbands, but had not yet got up the nerve and had decided to learn as much as they could from Paula. Sex was never on the agenda as they were all completely faithful to their husbands, they just wanted to learn about male humiliation.

‘How did you ever get your husband to dress as a maid in suspenders and stockings?’ Heather asked. ‘Mine would never, ever go for that!!’ ‘I saw him looking at my knickers longingly one day, and made him put them on. Then it was suspenders and nylons. He was always into lingerie but I never knew. Apparently he used to dress up in his mother’s corsets and nylons when a young boy. It seems as though many men have cross dressing fantasies. Just try it with your husband and see what happens.’

The door opened, and Colin came into the room with the pot of coffee suspended from the end of his cock, which was stretched and purple-coloured as the weight of the coffeepot pulled it to its maximum length. ‘Fill everyone’s cups, and be quick about it!!’ Paula ordered.

Colin was glad to take the weight off his stretched member and poured the brown liquid into each cup.

‘Ooo, I don’t think that I should have anymore as it just makes me want to pee!’ Heather piped up in her high-pitched voice. ‘That’s the very idea, darling. It will humiliate Colin more if you have a good volume of the golden liquid to get rid of,’ Paula replied with a dirty grin on her face. ‘Get out of the room now, Colin, and get naked for us and bring in the bag of gear when I ring.’

Colin moved quickly out of the room, the empty coffee pot swinging on his cock as he hurried out. Once outside the room, he sighed and took off the coffee pot and placed it in the kitchen. This had been an idle threat, a game that they would make a fantasy out of, but Paula was becoming more dominant in their relationship and this was just another step to his total domination. To stand in front of these women in a French Maid outfit was bad enough, but Paula had shaved every single hair off his body and he was going to have to stand in front of these ladies for them all to see. He collected the bag of bondage gear as ordered and stood waiting for the bell to ring, his heart beating ten to the dozen, as his ultimate degradation would begin. ‘Shall we begin to have some fun?’ Paula asked the rest of the girls. ‘Yes please,’ they all answered expectantly.

The bell rang and Colin swallowed hard and resisted an urge to run away and open the door to the room and timidly went inside shielding his pubic area from the girls view with the bag. Paula told him to drop the bag and stand straight. Colin did as he was told and he began to sweat under the leather mask as he reddened with embarrassment.

‘Good lord!! He’s completely shaved!!’ the girls shouted in unison. ‘How did you manage that,’ they continued.

Paula’s face took on a smile of pride as she realised she had managed to do something to impress these ladies. ‘I tied him up and when he was helpless, I took an electric razor and shaved him. He tried to struggle free, but once I had taken most of one side of his pubic hair off, I took a picture of him with our digital camera and threatened to send it to his boss if he did not settle. That soon quietened him down and I finished the job. Feel how smooth his body is.’

Samantha ran her hands over his pubic area and giggled as she felt how smooth it was. The others tried the other areas and Jean was surprised to see his armpits as smooth as a baby’s bum. Colin was mortified as all these strange women pawed him and the final humiliation came as he had to bend over so Karen could check that his arse was clear of hair too. They all sang their praises to Paula and complemented her on a fine job and they all said they wished they could do that to their husbands at home. ‘Well you have seen it and know how it was done, now go home and let him know who is boss!!’ Paula replied. ‘Now let us start the first game. Lie down in the middle of the floor, Colin.’

As he was getting into position, Heather became red and piped up, ‘I told you not to give me that extra cup of coffee, it has gone straight through me!!’

‘Good.’ Paula replied. ‘Stand up Colin, let me put the blindfold strip on your leather helmet.’

Colin stood up and Paula took a strip of leather from the bag that was held to the mask with press-studs. She then told Heather to guide Colin up to the loo and put him in the bath and then pee all over him!! ‘I couldn’t do that!! It would humiliate him beyond belief!!’ She shrieked. ‘That is the whole point, silly. He cannot see your pussy, and you can imagine it is your husband.’ Paula pointed out.

Heather took a bit more convincing before she gingerly took hold of Colin’s arm and lead him to the bathroom. She helped him into the bath, the urge to pee getting stronger as she ripped off her tights and knickers, and stood awkwardly over him.

Colin lay against the cold bath waiting the onslaught of the warm liquid. He had been peed on before, but never by a stranger, and his cock began to rise in anticipation. He began to breath quicker as it seemed ages before he felt the warmth of the jet of liquid against his body. Samantha was obviously enjoying herself as she directed the stream against his chest and then his cock which was now fully erect. Samantha sighed as the stream came to an end. She dried herself on a towel that had been provided for that use and redressed.

‘Anyone else want to go before we start?’ Paula asked with a grin.

‘Well I could go if it is not too much trouble,’ Karen said in a shy voice. One by one, they all lined up to go to the bathroom.

Colin was cool as Samantha finished and the liquid began to evapourate, but at least his humiliation had come to an end. He began to rise, but a voice told him to lie back down, and there was a rustle of clothing before a pair of feet came either side of him.

‘I don’t mind if you watch me doing it’, said a voice, and  Colin could only guess who it belonged to. Oh no, he thought, it was bad enough getting peed over, but now they are all going to watch!! All the girls, including Paula, were crowded into the bathroom and around the door, as Karen stood above Colin, her pink buttocks quivering as she began to pee over his erect cock. The girls all cheered as her golden stream splashed all over him. Jean was next to stand over him, but she was more towards his head and she bent her knees and directed the jet of pee into his mouth. Colin spluttered as the first drops hit his mouth and he closed his lips, but Paula ordered him to open his mouth and swallow her offering. Colin swallowed the bitter liquid as fast as he could, but some ran down his chin and chest. The other girls stood and gasped – surely this was the final humiliation for a husband, to drink his wife’s friend’s urine. The remaining girls all made him swallow their pee before redressing and going downstairs. Colin eventually got out of the bath and dried himself on an old towel and then made his way downstairs.

‘Lie down there, slave. Now girls, our first game will involve throwing dice and putting the corresponding number of pegs anywhere on Colin’s body’ Paula explained. ‘Obviously there are more sensitive parts than others, and the longer we take, the more pain the slave has to endure. The person to put the last peg on before there is no room for anymore, is the winner.’

Paula brought out several hundred pegs of both the wooden and plastic variety. She decided to go first, threw a 3 and picked up 3 pegs and placed them down Colin’s erect shaft, the peg pinching the skin as she did so. Samantha was next, but she hesitated and pleaded, ‘I have never touched a man’s cock except for my husband’s. I don’t know if I can do it. Give me some support.’

The girls began to cheer on Samantha and clapped in unison as she rolled the dice, got a 2 and gingerly placed two pegs on his cock, holding it just a little longer than she needed to.

‘Oh that was good,’ she cried, ‘Can’t wait for my next turn!!’ Gradually pegs appeared on the full length of his cock, all over his balls, the spare tyre on his sides, and Colin began to moan as the pain of so many pegs began to bite his body. His legs and arms were next, and he really thought he would pass out with the pain as the girls were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

‘Think you are the winner, Samantha, as can’t see where Paula can put anymore pegs as his body is covered.’

Paula picked up the dice with a grin, rolled the dice and it finally stopped with six small dots showing on the face. ‘Oh bad luck, Paul.’ The girls cried in unison. ‘A one or a two and you might have done it, but a six.’

‘Tongue out!!’ barked Paula.

Colin froze when he heard those words. Paula had once put pegs on his tongue and it really hurt. No she couldn’t do it again!! He hesitated, but the pain from the hundreds of pegs on his body was excruciating and he wanted the game to end, so out went his tongue. One by one, the pegs were applied to his tongue and the pain began.

‘I am the winner,’ crowed Paula. ‘Suppose I know all the best places as I have done it so much. You will be harder to beat next time.’ Colin was now pleading in his mind for the pegs to be taken off, but Karen had other ideas and she outlined her plan in a whisper so Colin would not hear.

‘It is pouring down outside, lets stand Colin up, take him into the back garden in the rain and let him take his own pegs off. It will take a while and he will get cold and wet!!’

‘Great idea,’ replied Paula, ‘and we can play another game when he comes back in cold and wet. I will tell you when he is outside.’

They ordered Colin to get off the floor, but he needed some help and he was crying out in pain as they lead him outside. He had no idea where they were taking him, and as they pushed him outside, they told him to take the pegs off himself. It was pouring outside and Colin was grateful that at least he had his hood on. He began to take the pegs off starting with the ones that had been on the longest. The skin was red and raised wherever a peg had been, and he worked as quickly as he could but soon his fingers were numb with the rain and cold. It took him some time before he was free and able to go back into the room dripping. Paula had put an old blanket down and she told him to lie down on it. His nostrils caught the odour of something he knew only to well and his heart sank – oh no not that!!

Whilst Colin was outside, Paula had got a candle for them each to light and she told them the object of the game was to see who could put the last bit of candle wax on Colin’s body before he screamed out loud. Then the winner could give Colin the same number of lashes with a whip anywhere on his body she liked. The girls were a little unsure as Karen had cried out as a little bit of hot wax was splashed onto her hand. ‘He has to be humiliated and hurt, that was our plan.’ Paula pleaded, ‘Don’t chicken out now!!’

Paula took some leather straps and tied Colin’s hands and feet to points so that he was spread-eagled on the floor and unable to move. She picked up her candle and began the game. ‘See where the skin is raised and red from the pegs, if you aim there it really hurts!’ She aimed the wax onto the shaft of his cock and he moaned out in pain, trying to shake himself free of his bonds. ‘See, he likes it.’ she added, and the girls began to play the game gingerly at first. Soon his cock and balls were covered in various colours of wax and they began on his tits. This had always been a very sensitive area for Colin, and soon he cried out for it all to end and Jean was declared the winner. ‘Before I get to whip him, lets peel it off quickly in case it stings him!!’

Soon they were all over Colin and he had to stop himself cumming as hands were all over his cock and balls, and he was sure that he felt a finger or two slyly feeling his anus.

‘It was his tits that let him down, funny enough,’ said Heather, ‘I would have thought it would have been his balls.’ ‘He really hates anything done to his nipples.’ replied Paula. ‘I once put a needle through each nipple and he screamed out in pain. It was great.’

The others looked in disbelief – no they argued, surely she could not have stooped that low. Yes, she had said, and she would show them. Colin let out a wail as he heard the discussing piercing.

‘Please no,’ he cried, ‘Not that. P-l-e-a-s-e!!’

‘Shut up little runt!’ Paula snapped back. ‘You were the one who wanted to show how good a slave you were to other people, now let me enjoy myself.’

Quickly Paula got out a set of long needles and some disinfectant. She cleaned the needles, cleaned his nipples and prepared herself. The others looked in awe as she took hold of one nipple and pushed the needle through his red teat in one rapid movement. He cried out in pain but was held in his bonds. The other was soon put through the other side, and the ladies cried out in glee.

‘What about his cock and balls?’ they enquired in unison. ‘Okay, we’ll do it,’ relied Paula.

His cock and balls were covered in disinfectant, and the all the girls asked if they could pass a needle. One by one, they grasped either the shaft or his ball sack, and pushed the needle through the skin as Paula had shown them. They smiled at their handy-work as small trickles of blood crept down his body from his wounds.

‘Can’t wait to get my Eddie tied up now,’ ventured Heather, ‘and try this on him.’ They all agreed that they would try it now that they had been shown how easy it was to do. They took out the needles one by one, making sure the bleeding had stopped.

‘Here is the whip, where would you like to give him 6 strokes, Jean?’ Paula asked.

‘On his cock!!’ she replied.

She too the soft leather whip and gave him six firm strokes across his cock and Colin flinched in agony as each stroke hit him. As she finished and Colin had relaxed, she hit him once across the balls and Colin winced in pain.

‘One for luck,’ Jean added with a grin.

‘I really have to go soon,’ Karen said,’ as my kids need picking up. Anything else to do for the ultimate humiliation?’

Colin could hear whispering, and his hand and feet were freed from his bonds. He felt hands pushing him outside again into the pouring rain and a voice added, ‘Stand in front of the window and wank until you cum and catch your spunk in your hand. You cannot come in until we see that beautiful white liquid!!’

Colin walked around to the window aware that he could be seen by someone walking down the path at the side of the house although they were sheltered by bushes. He took his erect cock and began to rub the shaft vigorously in the pouring rain. His mind recalled the humiliation and pleasure he had received today – the peeing that he loved so much, the pegs, the wax and the finally agony of the needles. Yes, these married women had all watched his cock be tortures. He felt the tell tale tightening of his balls and soon he was shooting his spunk onto his outstretched palm. He suddenly realised he was wet and cold and showed his spunk to the girls who were all laughing and clapping. He walked through the kitchen door and back into the room and held his spunk-covered palm for all to see.

‘Now for the ultimate humiliation, girls’ Paula said in a light, cheerful voice. ‘Now lick it into your mouth Colin.’

‘Oh, no!!’ cried Jean. ‘No man would ever do that!!’

‘But he is not a man, Jean, he is my slave and will do as I say!!’ Paula replied.

The girls stood goggle-eyed as they watched Colin’s tongue came out from the mouth hole in his hood and pick up the spunk little by little. They were amazed and could not believe that Colin could be humiliated so much in front of Paula’s guests.

‘Open your mouth and show us you have swallowed it.’ Paula added. He opened his mouth and showed Paula he had indeed swallowed it. ‘There you are girls, the final humiliation. The show is over, go and make slaves of your husbands too. I think Colin deserves a round of applause!!’

They all clapped and cheered Colin who stood stationary with his cock now small and insignificant.

‘Next meeting is on the 17th and I have read about infiltrating Colin’s balls with saline until they grow to twice or three times their original size!! You all game to try it.’

‘Yes, Yes!!’ they all agreed and went to put on their coats to leave. They all wondered what Colin’s face looked like as all photographs of him had been removed but when they had all left, Paula said to Colin, ‘They never will know what you look like, as you are mine alone. She took off his mask and they kissed passionately as they both had been turned on by the experience. Colin’s cock grew large and they were soon fucking passionately on the floor – would she ever let her group see this, she did not know. But..

– The End –

The first thing I did the next morning was take a shower, just like every morning. I had some breakfast, then went through the girl s things. All she had with her was clothes and a purse. The purse was very small. I looked through it. She had a cell phone, condoms and a wallet, and some receipts from various clothing stores. Looking through her wallet, I discovered two things. The first is that she’s broke, and the second is that her name is  Sandra Dimas Howler. I find both facts humorous. She does howl, after all.

Nothing in there is important, so I take her phone and leave the rest on my table. I walk into the room and shut the door, turning to find her asleep. She’s still spread eagle, but she doesn’t have much a choice in the matter with those cuffs keeping her that way. Checking the bed pan, I see she’s released her waste some time in the night. I remove it, which wakens her. Immediately, she begins screaming her lungs out, telling me to release her. I dispose of her waste in the conjoined bathroom. When I enter back into the room, she get’s louder. I replace the bed pan, and land a strong back-hand across her face. The left side of her face becomes immediately red, and is darkening. She quiets down. “Good morning, how are you?”, I ask. She replies with more screaming, so I backhand her again.  “I asked you a question. Answer it. You’re in no position to make demands and your wailing will earn you nothing more than pain.”

She hesitates, but replies, ‘Bad. My breasts are very sore and I’m dirty. Oh, and I was raped last night.”

“That’s the will I saw in you last night. Good answer. Your breasts will be sore after last night, duh. You’re dirty because you pissed yourself. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that soon enough. Your rape was your first taste of actual kink. Did you lie to me about your interest in kink? Did you not enjoy last night?”  She didn’t immediately answer. She was probably trying to think of what I wanted to hear.  “Don’t lie. Your punishments will be more severe if I discover you ever lie, or if you ever disobey me. Tell me the truth, even if you think I won’t want to hear it.”

She seemed very embarrassed, but answered me, “I enjoyed being tied up, and tied to that contraption. I even kind of enjoyed when you put my breasts in it. I didn’t mind the pain too much, but then it felt like you were trying to squish my breasts off. I didn’t enjoy anything after that point. I’m honestly interested in kinky sex, but not rape or extreme pain.”

“Good, I like honesty. I’ll reward your honesty by sedating you before I operate.”  That statement was followed by a long series of questions from her, but I was ignoring her and preparing the sedative. When I reappear with a syringe full of a clear liquid, she begins thrashing about, attempting to escape, no doubt. I simply inject it into her wrist, which is still bound and easy to get to.  “Give me some of that wonderful head, or I’ll add a surgery to the list, and remove your tits while you’re out.”  I shoved my dick towards her face, and told her she better make me cum. She’s really good at giving head, and she manages to get me off before she goes under.
When she wakes up, she’s in the same bed, cleaner, and completely aware. I injected her with a counter agent to the sedative I used so that she would be able to comprehend what I tell her in it’s entirety. She simply looked at me, waiting for an explanation. Not quite what I expected, but it’s certainly easier this way.

“Don’t say a word until I tell you it’s alright, and it’s very important you follow this order. You’ll discover why either when you speak, or after I’ve told you. The wiser move is the former.”  She remains quiet. “I’m not certain how knowledgeable you are, so I’ll keep it in laymen’s terms.”

She fidgeted, but seemed to be heeding my advice about not speaking, so I continued,  “The first surgery I performed on you was to remove most of your uterus, so that you will never again have a cycle, nor will you be able to become pregnant…”

She immediately cut me off, looking as though to chastize me for ruining her future. However, in the midst of her words, I pressed a button on the small device in my hand. Her word were cut off. She went rigid, paused for a moment looking surprised and horrified, staring down at her clitoris. She breathed very deeply, and let out a loud scream. After a total of ten seconds she stopped, but continued to stare at her clitoris. She looked at and began to yell at me, but then I pressed the button, and the same thing happened. After this ten seconds, she looked back at me, but said nothing.

“Are you finished?” I asked her. She continued looking at me, saying nothing.  “Good. I suppose I’ll tell you about that surgery, as you disobeyed me and spoke out of turn, bringing it to the forefront of your attention as well as mine. I’ve implanted a small device into your clitoris. It’s not big enough for you to feel it while it’s inactive, and it’s activated from only this key chain.”  I showed her the device in my hand, which looked exactly like a remote car starter. “When I press this button, the device in your clit shocks you severely. In fact, the only reason the shock isn’t lethal is because it doesn’t last long enough. It lasts exactly long enough that it doesn’t permanently damage anything, yet the pain… well, you should know.”

I sit back in my chair and relax a bit.  “That’s only how you count the number of times you disobey me, though. The true nature of this device is, in fact, a lethal one. The device has a counter onboard it, and when it shocks you a certain number of times it releases an undetectable neural toxin. In addition to causing some pain, the toxin will kill you. In addition, when it releases that toxin, it will explode. This may destroy your clitoris but the device itself will deteriorate into it’s constituent elements, which are elements normally found in burn wounds. The wound it leaves may be an oddity, something the coroner will find fascinating. However, there will be no evidence the device was ever there. It has a number of charges somewhere between one and one hundred. You’ve already determined it has at least three. I wouldn’t recommend disobeying me ever again, because you may learn, for a few excruciating seconds, how many it did have.”

Her face was beautiful. It displayed an assortment of fear, lingering pain from the shocks she experienced, disbelief, and depression. Most importantly, I could see that she understood her position.

“Now, on to the other surgeries. I removed some of the width of your vagina. It will be tighter, and more pleasing to me. I also aggravated your asphincter and rectum to induce muscle growth and increased sensitivity.”  With this, I reached between her legs and touched her asshole. She yelped and jumped, looking at me, shocked. I smiled, “Do you see how my mere touch felt somewhat painful? Of course, bowel movements will be even less pleasant, but that’s not the reason I did that. You said you’d never been fucked in the ass. When I do decide to take your ass, I want it to be very painful for you. That’s why it’s fun, after all. Well, that, and it’s tighter than your vagina. Sure, I tightened your vagina, but I tightened your ass, too. Your future is very appealing, no? Also, you’ll find the only place on your body that grows hair any more is your head.”

She didn’t say a word. “I give you permission to speak, now, but only in a civil tone. If I feel you’re not taking to your role as my slave, I won’t hesitate to use my button. Oh, one more thing before I listen to you; That device is very stable. I could bludgeon your cunt with a 2×4 for days before it would take any damage. Speaking of damaging your vagina, guess what today’s activity will be. That’s an order.” Of course she wouldn’t immediately answer me. Her shock is understandable. After about a minute of silence, though, I showed her the button. That got her talking.

“Are you going to bludgeon my vagina with a 2×4?”, she asked fearfully.

I laughed, “No, but I may chose to some day. I’ve never done that before. I’m going to unstrap you. Remember to do everything I tell you, and don’t try to escape. It may be the last thing you ever do.”

I unstrapped her, and she was as calm as she could be until I unstrapped her legs. She jumped up and grabbed at my hands. Of course I expected she might try something like that, so I pressed the button. She froze in place, took a deep breath, and grabbed her mound while screaming and falling to the floor. She writhed on the floor, then stopped after ten seconds. She sat on the floor, legs apart and bent at the knee, staring at her clitoris. She prodded it a few times, but didn’t seem to satisfy her at all. I could see she was crying. “Well, It has at least one charge left before it kills you. Do you want to continue discovering how many charges it has, or will you obey me?”

“I’ll obey you.”
“Good, follow me.”  I took her to the room we were in the other night. It’s been three days for me, but she was asleep for a night and then about 48 hours. I tied her arms behind her back and strapped her knees onto the rollers again. She was crying the whole time, but she’ll eventually learn to accept my authority better than even willing slaves.

“Lean forward so that your tits are between the bars like the other night.” She did it slowly, but she did it without complaining, unless crying counts. I tightened the bars as tight as they were the other night. Then she looked pitifully up at me and spoke,  “Are you going to stab my breasts like you did?”

“Maybe. I haven’t really decided, yet.”
“Why did you do this to me?”
“Because you’re a beautiful young woman who I want ownership of. I also love inflicting pain onto women. Beautiful young women are even more beautiful when they’re in pain.”

“You said you wouldn’t hurt me as much if I’m honest and do what you say. Are you going to hurt me as badly as last time?”

“Maybe. I’ll hurt you because I enjoy it. That may be a lot. However, I will hurt you even more if you lie or disobey me. In fact, I’ll probably use my button in addition to that additional pain.”

She continued crying and looked at her now purple tits. I adjusted the toy such that the bars would both move in unison along with her moving, and the rollers would, too. She hadn’t yet moved to discover that, though. She wasn’t in a position that makes moving easy. In fact, any moving would probably hurt. As she was, her knees where three feet apart, displaying her cunt lewdly.

“Stand up. No, wait.”  I almost forgot about the spring chain on her nipples. I set up the chain with the springs along it on the wall, they clipped her nipples and connected the chains, as I did the other night. Her tits were being stretched from the nipples and trapped in the bars.

It was wonderful looking.  “Now stand. It will be difficult with your weight on both your knees, so you may have to pull on your tits a bit. It’ll hurt, but that’s the point. I want you standing in one minute. Don’t fail me.”  She did exactly as I suggested, and it appeared it did hurt her. Particularly since the higher she stood the harder the chain was pulling on her nipples. She got up within thirty seconds, though it caused her to cry harder.

After she got up, I locked the bars in place, as well as the roller on her left knee. I lifted up her right leg, though. It forced most of her weight onto her tits, but then I locked that roller into position as high as it could go, under the bottom bar. She put her weight back onto that leg. Her cunt was now displayed much more lewdly. There was no part you couldn’t see. Her legs were spread almost as far apart as I imagined they could be.

“Wiggle your ass”, I commanded. She did. She didn’t do it well, but I wasn’t trying to get her to turn me on. I was already erect, as she could see (why bother putting clothes on through all this?). Her ass was too easily wiggled. I want her to not be able to move her cunt at all. I tied her feet to the toy, which limited her movement slightly more, but that wasn’t enough. I got an idea.

“Yes, I suppose I will stab your tits, but not in quite the same way as last time.”

She kept crying, but said nothing. I walked to the other side of her and looked through my box, finding a two foot long skewer. It was quite thick, too. It would do the job nicely. I also found two that were only six inches long. I sanitized them. Walking back around her, I set the larger skewer on the chair next to the front of her. The smaller ones I pierced, carefully so as not to pierce anything besides skin, through the skin between her cunt lips and legs. They didn’t block the view to her cunt. All the while, she had been screaming. I didn’t mind, though. This is only preparation. The other skewer went through her tits horizontally. She screamed some more while I adjusted it to be even, though it took longer than necessary. I enjoyed that.

I grabbed the skewer on either side and pulled it up and down about two or three inches either way. I loved watching her face contort in that scream, so I did it again. Then I got a brilliant idea. I found the ring gag and put it on her. I commanded her to stick out her tongue and keep it out. I went through the box again and found another skewer six inches long and more chain. On the other side of her again, I pulled her tongue out even further and quickly skewered it horizontally. She made a muzzled yelp. I placed some short chain on either end of the skewer, and attached the longer chain to those, as I did with her nipple clamps. She couldn’t get her tongue in her mouth, so I used this time to get the ladder, then attached the chain to an eyelet in the ceiling. I made sure it was tight enough to cause pain, but not enough to seriously damage her tongue. She made fun noises the whole time. Now she had a hard time seeing what I was doing.

I got some more spring chains from my box, and attached them to the skewers between her vagina and legs. I stretched them up to her tits, forcing her to press her cunt forward as far she could. In this position, I pulled a few inches further and placed the chains on either side of the skewer through her boobs. Her tits were now being pulled in two directions, in addition to being smashed between the bars. I love tits in pain.

She was crying very hard, and she asked me something. I think I could understand  “Am I like this so you can fuck my tighter cunt?”

“No, I’m going to whip your cunt.”  I told her. She didn’t cry any harder, but I think that’s because she was almost out of tears. I had one last thing to do before I did that, though. I found the dildo. It was the most expensive dildo I had ever seen, but that’s because it’s the best. It has moving parts, not merely vibrating parts. It was coated in a film so the parts wouldn’t catch flesh. It also had a clit simulator. I oiled it up, and attached a belt strap. I jabbed it in her, and put the belt on her. Then I turned it on.  “I command you to have at least five orgasms.”

I watched her for about half an hour before the first one hit. I got an idea, but not until the orgasm already hit her. I got some skewers ready, and jabbed them through her tits vertically when she had her next one, fifteen minutes after the first. I moved them around in the holes they made for a couple minutes, just for the fun of it, but her screams made it obvious it wasn’t helping her orgasm. I poured some warming lotion onto her cunt, and she had another again in twenty minutes. I left her alone again, and it only took her ten minutes for the next one. When I saw her getting close to the fifth, I played with the last pair of skewers again. She had an orgasm while she was contorting her face in pain. I did that with the skewers through three more orgasms. On the last one, I turned off the dildo and removed it along with the belt.

“So, do you enjoy pain, or hate pleasure?”  She mumbled something about enjoying pleasure and hating pain.  “Well, that’s acceptable, too.” No more lollygagging. I got my cat’o nine tails and stood in front of her. I put more oil on her cunt, and she seemed to enjoy it, so I massaged her mound for a bit. She got close to orgasm, so I played with one of the skewers. When she began orgasming, I grabbed the cat and whipped her cunt as hard as I could.

“GAAAAAEEEEEEEAAAAEEE!” She let out a horrifying scream that lasted a couple seconds and began crying again. I hadn’t noticed she’d stopped, but she was doing it again. Not that I cared.

I played with the skewers for a little, then smacked her cunt hard again. “AAAAAEEEEEHHHHOOOOOOWWWWW!”
While playing with the skewers, I said,  “You know, I hear pussy whipping is the most painful thing some slaves have ever felt. Would you say it is?”

“Yeth”
“Good, I’m going to do this 13 more times, then fuck you in the ass. With your improved rectum, that may be even more painful.”

“O, pea e dun’t!”
“That counts as disobeying me. Never ask me to not do something. Ever.”
I pressed the button and whipped her cunt once each second. Her reaction was lacking. She simply made a very soft whining noise, like she was trying to scream but couldn’t breath. After the ten seconds, I stopped. A few seconds later, she stopped making the noise, took a deep breath in, and screamed very loudly.  “Did I get you in between breaths?”

That was interesting.

I looked at her, and I saw that she was passed out. That’s very interesting. While I was operating on her, I injected her so that she would heal exceptionally quickly, and intravenously fed her. Those worked perfectly. She was already completely healed. However, I also injected her with chemicals that would slightly alter her physiology so that she would remain conscious through all pain. I guess I discovered a new threshold. I woke her with smelling salt. It was easy, that treatment did work. She was no longer crying, either.

“Passing out you couldn’t control, I won’t hold that against you. However, between every stroke, ask me to whip your cunt as hard as I can.”

“Pea e ip my cont os had as ou ca?”  I whipped her again.
*SPLATT*

“AAAAAEEEEEHHHHOOOOOOWWWWW!”, She was crying once more.  “…Pea e  ip my cont os had as ou ca.” I whipped her.

*SPLATT*

“AAAAAEEEEEHHHHOOOOOOWWWWWEEEEEAAa!”, She was crying still, but there was no longer water coming from her eyes.  “…Pea e  ip my cont os had as ou ca.” I whipped her.

*SPLATT*

“OOOOWWWWWEEEEWWWAAAAAAAAAOOOOOWW!!… Pea e  ip my cont os had as ou ca.”

“You know that’s one more than I was going to, but if you like it so much…”

*SPLATT*

“EEEEAAAAAAWWWWOOOWWWWOOOWWWOOOWWWOOOAAAEEEE!”
She was still dry crying when I got behind her and began kissing her neck. She didn’t seem to notice or care. I lubed up my prick, and shoved it into her ass. It only got half way in on that one, powerful stroke, but she was wailing “AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” for the life of her. I slid the rest of the way in. It took a lot of effort on my part. When I told her she was tight, even I didn’t properly imagine just how tight. She was screaming the whole time.

She hadn’t stopped screaming yet when I asked her, “So does it hurt more or less than the whipping?”, holding my dick all the way in.

“AAAHHH, ERSE, AAHHAAAAAAHHHH!”
“Did you say ‘worse’?”
“EEEEAAAHHH, YETH, YETH! AAAHHHH!”
“Good, ask me to fuck you hard.”
“EEAA, PEA E FOCK ME HADAAHH! AAAHH!”  I did as she asked. I fucked her ass as hard as I’ve fucked any cunt. “Keep asking me to fuck you harder!”, I told her as I grabbed the two skewers in her tits and played with them.

“EEEAA, EEAA, EEAA, PEA E FOCK ME IN DA ATH HADAAH!! AAAHHH!!!”
“Ask me to fuck your ass as hard as I can, tell me to pound you, tell me to hurt you! Tell me to hurt you more than you’ve ever been hurt!”

“EAZ UCK MEH ATH AZ ARD AZ OU AN!! POND MEEEHHH! GAAAAHHHH!!! URT MEEAAAAAHHHHH!!! ARDER!!! URT MEH ARD EVEEEEHHAAAHH BEH URT!!! AAAHHHH!!! ARDER!!!! EEEEAAAAHHHH!!! HHHAAAAADDDDAAAAHHHH!!! UUURRRRRTTT MEEEHHHAAHHH!!!”

I came in her ass harder then I’ve ever came before. Not only was I fucking a beautiful woman while causing her more pain than she’s ever felt before, she was asking me to do it! Sure, I forced her to ask me on burden of possible death and more pain, but it’s still very hot.

I unhooked her from everything and she laid on the floor dry crying very hard. At first I wondered why she wasn’t grabbing many of her sore areas, but then realized I had probably cut off the circulation in her arms, and she simply couldn’t, yet. After about five minutes, her arms began moving, but it was obvious she couldn’t focus them on her wounds. Another five minutes and she began holding and massaging various parts with her right hand, but her left stayed covering her ass.

“Get up.”
She moved some more, got up on one arm and fell back down, then lied there for about twenty seconds. I pressed the button. She stopped moving, and every muscle in her body went rigid for ten seconds. I kicked her in the back a few times while she was like that. Then she got somewhat loose again, and jumped straight up. She was using all of her strength to remain standing. I took her to her room and tied her to her bed. Before leaving, I said, “I lost count of how many times I’ve used the button. I hope I don’t have to do that again, because I don’t want you dead.. You re much more fun in agony like I saw today.”  I covered her wounded areas in my creme.

I left and went to bed. It was the middle of the day, but I wore myself out. Now that I think about it, I wonder how she still had the strength to stand at all after all I put her through.

To Be Continued…

I am twenty-five years old and have been told by everyone that I am quite attractive. I have been living with a man for four years and it has been an unusual relationship.
I had my first sex when I was fifteen and was considered quite good-looking even at that age. I am 5ft. 6in. tall and a natural 38D-20-36, and don’t work at all to stay that way. During my early sex years I really didn’t understand what sex and enjoyment from sex were all about. I had never let a man put his penis in my mouth or anus. I thought that the only way for sex was in the vagina and, I didn’t know it at the time, but I had never had an orgasm. When I was having sex I would start to feel good and I thought that was as far as it went.
When I was twenty-one I met Don. I was in a bar waiting for my date and he sat down at my table and started talking to me. He was thirty-seven at that time and running his own business very successfully. He was good looking but I thought he was too old for me. I told him I was expecting some one any minute and he was wasting his time but he did not get up and leave. After a few minutes, something came over me and I became completely mesmerized by this man. I have thought of our meeting many times since then and I have never figured out what happened. When he told me, after about twenty minutes, to leave with him and when he got up and walked out of the bar, I got up and followed him. I have been following him ever since that night.
We went to his beautiful home and he told me to take off my clothes, which shocked me and at the same time tremendously aroused me. I stripped naked and he sat in a soft chair and inspected me. I was so hot that my vaginal juices were running down the inside of my thighs. He lay me down on his soft rug, spread my legs and inspected my crotch for about twenty minutes while lightly rubbing my clitoris and occasionally licking me. This was all a first for me and I came about ten times, finally realizing what the other women were telling me about sex being so good. Also, he put his finger in my anus which drove me to a wonderful orgasm, then he told me to take his clothes off. After I got him naked he pushed my head onto his erection and for the first time I was sucking on a man’s penis. As he started to have his orgasm, which I had never seen up close, I pulled my head back as he squirted a large string of come across my face and then spurted a large amount on my hair. After that, I was amazed at his reaction. I thought he would be happy but he quickly but quietly got up, threw me a small towel, dried himself off and told me to get dressed because he was going to drive me home.

He was very quiet in the car and when I asked him what was wrong he spoke slowly and almost with a clenched jaw. He said he wanted nothing to do with a woman who didn’t take his come into her mouth and swallow it. I couldn’t believe that this was as serious as he made it to be and I told him that I would never do that. He dropped me at my door and drove away.
I didn’t hear from him for a week but was fantasizing about our night together and wanting to see him again. I went to the bar where we met and I asked if the bartender remembered us and he said that Don was a regular but that he had not seen him for a few days. After a few more days, I couldn’t stand it anymore and I called his house. He answered right away but when he heard my voice he got very cold and told me he meant what he said the last evening we had and he did not want to see me. I was amazed to be treated that way. No man had ever been that cold to me and I had never acted so boldly to anyone else. A few more days passed and I missed him so much that I called and when we talked I told him that I would do any thing he wanted but asked that he be patient with me and teach me how to please him. He said that he would try one more time but that if I disappointed him that would be the last time we saw one another. I now knew how a prostitute felt toward her pimp when he could do anything he wanted. I would do anything to get back with Don. We then made arrangements for me to meet him at his house the next evening.
When I arrived, he kissed me gently and fondled my breasts and told me to take off my clothes. When I was naked, he brought me into his lovely den and there was another man sitting who obviously was expecting me to come in with no clothes on. I almost bolted from the room but I remembered what he had said about doing what he said so I stood there and let the two men look at me. Both stood next to me and started to fondle me like I was a piece of meat and talk about me as if I wasn’t there.
As they started to run their hands over me, I got intensely excited, as Don told me I would.  Soon I wanted to do anything they desired and then I was doing it. Don had me kneel, next he stood in front of me and pulled my head onto his penis. While he was thrusting in and out of my mouth, Carlos, his Spanish visitor, started to get in me from behind. I was nervous but very excited at how I would react when Don started coming in my mouth.
When he came, I was surprised at the salty but not unpleasant taste of his come. I was relieved that I actually enjoyed sucking him. After he came, he told Carlos to change places and come in my mouth, which Carlos did. If someone had told me a week earlier that I would be pleasing two men at once and taking their come in my mouth, I would have bet any amount that it would not happen.
They then laid me on his soft rug and each proceeded to kiss my pussy and ass while the other kissed my lips and nipples, the combination was so exciting that I came even more than the first night with Don.
I ended up staying with Don from that day on. He asked me to move in with him and quit work and be his pet, as he called it. Carlos stayed for three more days which meant they were constant pleasures for me. The next night, when they returned from work, we went into the Spa that Don has in his bathroom and when we were good and worked up, I was bent over the edge of the Spa. Don inserted an enema up my ass. They both kissed and fondled me until I couldn’t hold back anymore, then I had my bowel movement on the toilet while they both watched. I can’t believe to this day that I could do that in front of anyone, but I did. What they were after was my initiation into anal sex and they didn’t want me to be uptight about being “messy”. They were right, it made it easier to be fingered and then slowly fucked in the ass by both men. For our finale before dinner, Don sat and had me back into him and sit so that his penis was in my asshole. He spread my legs wide and Carlos entered my pussy. Another unbelievable experience and I came and came with pleasure.

Don said that my bush was too hairy got his hair trimmer and cut my pubic hair until it was evenly short all over my triangle. I didn’t realize it but they both said that I had very large vaginal lips and when I was aroused they were both about three inches long and hung out because my clitoris was also large and pushed them forward. They both thought that this sight was incredibly sexy. Now, when I was naked, you could clearly see my lips even when I wasn’t aroused. Then they both sucked my clit to several orgasms and we finally went out to dinner.
On the way to dinner, we passed by a Victoria’s Secret and went in because Don wanted to buy something for me. He bought a very sheer short slip with a lace top. The lace was fairly open and the slip was very attractive. The store had matching stockings and garter belts to the color. He purchased the four colors they had, peach, lilac, pink and light tan. He went into the changing room with me and told me to put on the garter belt, stockings, and slip with nothing else on. When I had the slip on, my breasts were clearly visible and, in fact, my nipples stood like erasers through the lace. The slip was so thin that you could see my ass from the back and my dark hair patch in the front and my lips were also visible. The slip was so short that when I raised my arms at all, you could see my ass cheeks from the back and my pussy lips from the front. He then told me to continue on to the restaurant with him and Carlos… with my new outfit on. He asked me to wear high heels when we left home and now I knew why. The high heels made me jiggle when I walked. My breasts bounced around and my nipples worked against the lace, making them stick out, the whole effect aroused me more than I would ever have thought possible a few weeks before. My sexual awakening was almost complete.
There was quite a stir when I came out into the store. Everyone was staring at me and when we went outside, several people followed us and my two men had me repeatedly raise my arm to give everyone a good look at my body. I don’t particularly remember the rest of the night except that they both worked me over almost the entire night and I had so many orgasms that I slept like a baby most of the next day until they woke me and started on me again.
When I look back on what is happening to me since I’ve met Don, I am dumbfounded at the things I have done with and for him. It is so out of character for me to walk around naked, or take on two men at once, or come twenty or thirty times a night, that I am afraid of what’s happening and excitedly looking forward to what ever may happen, at the same time. He has shown me pleasure that I never dreamed of before we met, and he has made me his slave which scares and excites me. I’m in this game until the end, I hope everything works out well for me.
Don told me that he has friends he has met from his business all over the world and with a few of them he wants to set up relationships like he has with Carlos. We will travel around on his business and be with these interesting people and screw our brains out. Don tells me that Carlos has a very beautiful, tall, dark Spanish beauty that he not only wants to do what Carlos and he did to me, but also watch the two of us enjoy one another. I have never been with another woman and so I’m looking forward to it. I don’t know what my reaction will be to watching Don fuck this beauty, but I think it will be OK. He wants a network of people like Carlos and Rita so that we can enjoy interesting sex without worrying about getting any diseases.
Just before we were to go to Spain, we had Jim’s Japanese friend with his beautiful companion visit us and I was very impressed at how sensual the Orientals are. For the first time I learned how to suck a man’s scrotum and testicles for maximum pleasure while masturbating his tool. When his balls start to grow, he is about to come and you must take his tool in your mouth fast to catch all his come. Also, small ice cubes in your mouth while you suck your lover give him a very pleasurable orgasm. And ice cubes in the vagina and across the clit give a woman a new and wonderful feeling.
While our men were working, Mioshu and I would play with each other and go so gently and slowly with our mutual seduction that it took us two hours to come but when we did, it was sensational. She stuck her tongue up my ass while she had a vibrator on my clit and I had as strong an orgasm as I have ever had, and that’s saying something for me as of late.
I can’t imagine not being with Jim and if I lost him I would go crazy. I’m going to do everything in my power to do exactly what he wants. So far it has lead to incredible pleasure.

– The End –

There she kneels, on one of my toys. The toy is basically just two 2×4’s set up three feet apart from one another, with two additional iron bars joining them together in the middle. The two bars can be moved separately or jointly along the entire height of the toy, which is five feet tall.  The boards are connected at the base by a 5’x5′ particle board. Along each vertical bar, there is a roller, capable of going along the length of the bar up to where the bottom iron bar is set.

She’s a brunette, maybe 5’3″. She has may favorite size breast, which is a full C cup. Besides her breasts, she’s very petite. She might be 18 years old, but I didn’t bother asking her and don’t currently care. She is very firm. She probably plays a sport. She has large hazel eyes that are probably red from crying. Her lovely breasts are currently being squished between the two iron bars, they’re each a dark red, and they seem to be getting darker every moment. Her legs are strapped to each roller at the knee, keeping them separated and her kneeling. I have a glorious view of her shaved pussy. Her arms are tied tightly behind her. They might lose circulation, but that’s only one more problem that’s hers alone. Maybe I lack compassion.

I met her at a club with a mark on her hand signifying she’s too young to drink. I’d bet she’s too young to have been there at all, but looks may fool. We danced, I wasted money buying her drinks, and we got to talking about sex. I mentioned that I’m a bit kinky, and she said she was, too. We talked for a bit more, but the conversation always ended up back on kinky sex every few minutes. In that time, I learned she had never been tied up, fucked in the ass, spanked, skull fucked, or anything. I’m not sure what she thinks kinky is, but she showed no signs of having had any kinky sex. She had been slapped once while giving a blow job, but that’s not nearly as kinky as I like it. When I first started tying her arms behind her she seemed uncertain if she should allow me to do such a thing on the night we met, but she didn’t try to stop me. She was still in her underwear and I had her blindfolded. Maybe it provided her some comfort. When I brought her into my barren, windowless room, she seemed more nervous. The environment is different in this room to every sense. The floor is wooden, the air is colder and odorless, and fewer sounds can be heard due to the soundproofing. She got stiff, but continued walking when I lightly pushed her into the room. I told her the light was out, even though I simply hadn’t turned it on. The light from the hallway hid the toy slightly in the shadows. You could see a five foot tall thing, but it would be difficult to make out what it was for. Hell, I doubt this bitch would know if I did let her see it fully lit. It didn’t matter, she was blindfolded. I shut the door. I guess I just feel more at home in the dark. I knelt her down in front of the toy and strapped her knees to the rollers. She began shaking at this point. I’m not sure if she was scared or cold, but I didn’t hesitate to place the ring gag in her mouth.

I cut off her underwear and bra. Those tits were perky and marvelous. She asked me a question I could barely make out “What are we doing? Are you gonna fuck me now?”. It was obvious she had never been so helpless. She was frightened, I knew that then. She thought we were just going to have some kinky sex. I said I’d teach her a couple things that she might enjoy. Who knows, she might. I explained to her that I never fuck without some foreplay. That’s when I moved down the bottom bar. It squeaked a little, and she asked what she was tied to. I told her to shut up. Normally that doesn’t work with women, but she did it! I got it in about the position I needed it, then lowered the top bar to about seven inches above that one.

I placed my hand on her back and slowly pressed her up to the bars. I had to make an adjustment to the bottom bar, but then it was set. I held her there firmly enough to keep her there, but not so hard that she might freak out and try to escape. Of course she couldn’t in her position, but when they try to it just gets more difficult. I lowered the top bar down, and it began clamping down on her breasts. I told her not to move a muscle. That’s when I quickly tightened the top bar, then tightened the bottom, too. She began to squirm a bit, but one quick adjustment to the top bar smashed her tits such that she was incapable of pulling them out.

I suspect the alcohol was to blame for her hesitant reaction. I wish I had the camera set up to capture it. The first thing she did was wince a bit. Within the next five seconds the wince grew into a face of pure dissatisfaction, and she let out a sudden squeal. The squeal wasn’t long, but the grimace remained. She moved her head as though to draw in a large breath, but stopped before completing it. She didn’t breath for moments on end, and I was scared she was passing out. Then, suddenly. she continued breathing normally, though the grimace remained still. She whispered something to me. I told her to repeat it, and she did. I could even make it out this time. In between breaths she sighed out, apprehensively “please loosen them. It hurts too much. I’ll leave now if you don’t loosen them.”. I waited a moment to reply. I leaned closer and whispered into her ear “You wanted kinky sex. I’m going to give you kinky sex. It’s going to be so kinky that you might need to be taken to the emergency room to recover”. She seemed puzzled by my reply, so I decided to tighten the bars some more. She began to wail, but I continued tightening them. After I finished setting the bars to smash her boobs, she cried for about fifteen minutes and tried to wiggle out, but each of her movements made it hurt worse. She stopped crying and just sobbed, realizing her breasts wouldn’t move.

That brings us to now. I wonder what I should do to her. I decided to torment her breasts some more, since I’ve already worked them a little. I get out my needle kit. Right then, she asks me a question. She’s asking if I’m going to fuck her now. Good idea. I set my needles on a chair, so that I can reach them while I fuck her helpless mouth. I place the head of my dick in her mouth, and tell her to suck me off. She begins slowly, but I don’t like it slow, so I shove her head down harder and bark out that she’d better do it right. That’s why I love ring gags. Even if she didn’t want to, she couldn’t say no and couldn’t try anything funny with her teeth. She begins to go to work, and it does seem she’s had some experience at this. She goes so quickly that she’s slightly pulling on her tits. It’s obvious it hurts her, but it looks like she wants me to cum, so that I’ll release her. Foolish girl. I tell her I have an idea, pull out, and look through the box by the chair. I watch her wince some more as she deals with the newer pain she’s caused. She hasn’t caused enough at all. I find what I’m looking for. The box is large enough to keep some of my good toys in. I pull out a neck brace leading to a halo on the top and a bar on the back leading down. I strap the brace into place, pull the halo down over her forehead and strap on the collar that trails down the front of her chest. Her head and neck are completely immobilized. I see some tears falling from her eyes, but she says nothing. I place the head of my dick into her mouth and tell her to continue, and not to slack this time. She starts to cry some more, but works my dick as best she can without causing her breasts too much pain.

Her mouth is only really traversing about two inches of my cock on her best strokes, which is much worse than the deep throating I was getting, so I need to entice her to work harder. I open the box of needles with my right hand, and gingerly feel for one of the six inch long ones. Upon finding one, I place it at the top of her right breast, touching the iron bars. She seems suddenly to waver in the blow job. I jab the needle through her breast, snugly against the bars. She screams on my dick. It feels wonderful..Her scream dies down and she’s crying very hard. She seems to have forgotten about my dick, lodged a few inches in her mouth. I feel for another needle of that size, and jab it through her other breast in the same manner. She screams and cries, ignoring my cock some more. I tell her that if I don’t get a blow job as good as the one she had been giving me, I may just have to cut her tits off. That does the trick. She begins to pull back hard on each backstroke, causing tremendous pain, it looks. She’s no longer focused on pleasing me with her tongue, as it’s confused and somewhere between a permanent scream and crying. I get close to coming, but want to wait a bit, so I pull out. She cries profusely and whines about something that I couldn’t make out even if she didn’t have the gag and I cared. I place the box behind her and turn on the light. I also remove the blindfold and see that her eyes are almost entirely red where they should be white. Her face and the surrounding area is soaked in tears and spit. She asks me some questions, her eyes fixed on the needles protruding from her purple tits. She’s crying too hard for me to understand, though. I point to the cardboard box with the needles and tell her to calm down when she asks me questions or I’ll find places for all the rest of them. She takes some moments to calm down, though the tears don’t entirely stop and once in a while she breaths heavily. She isn’t asking me any more questions, so I ask her one, “Are you enjoying this rough sex?”.

She moves slightly from side to side and carefully voices out a “no”. She lets some extra tears fall, I’m not sure if it’s more tit pain or pondering her situation due to my question. “Why are you doing this?
“Because I enjoy it.”
“Are you gonna cum soon?”
“Sure”, I turn the light back off, and replace the blindfold. She sighs in between sobs. I go to the box behind her and look through it with the flashlight I keep near the top. I find what I’m looking for and head back to the front of her. I tell her, “Don’t say a single word and control your crying, or I’ll have to make it hurt more than what is necessary for me to cum. If I don’t cum, you’ll need stitches to recover from this.”

She started crying some more, but she stifled it quickly. I opened both clips and placed them on each of her nipples, letting go. She let out a squeal and some tears flowed down her cheeks, but she controlled herself. This one has a stronger will than most. I tighten the clips with the screws in them until I’m certain they’re snug. I chain the clips together, and pull them closer together before leaving the small chain in place. I go over to the wall and place another small chain with springs evenly placed between every tenth link within a loop in the wall. I bring it over to the girl. I have to use no insignificant portion of my strength to get it to stretch this far. I link it to the chain between the clips, and let go slowly. After I let go, I look at the girl’s face. She’s straining, but crying very softly for as much pain as she’s in. She wants to leave very badly indeed. She still seems to think I’m going to let her go after I cum.

Before taking my position in front of her I pick up a couple of the smaller needles. I place my dick in her mouth and say, “You know what to do, cunt.” She gets to work, but not as well as she was the last time. Just as I had hoped. I jab a needle into each tit and yell, “No more warnings!”, then I jab another couple needles into her tits. She pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, makes a funny pseudo scream noise, and begins to move in a frenzy. This time her tongue is moving just as fervently as though she were insane. It has no direction, though. She’s moving her tongue to try to increase my pleasure, but she simply can’t concentrate on it. It feels good regardless it’s lack of direction. She’s not moving her head as much as she was, though. She’s just jerking around a bit.

“You can do better than that, you piece of shit!”, I yell, jabbing another couple needles in her tits. She does the pause, breath, screech thing again, and begins pulling back further. Not far enough. I jab another two pairs of needles into her tits, and she does her pause, breath, screech for each pair. After the last one, though, she pauses a moment longer, and begins crying harder than I’ve ever seen a girl cry. This is harder than I’ve ever pushed a girl, but this is nearly a torrent of tears. The funny part about it is that she’s completely stopped. She must know what’s coming.

I say to her softly “You know I cannot forgive this break of yours.”, pulling my dick out of her mouth as she simply cries. I grab as many needles as I can hold proficiently and get back in place, without placing my dick back in her mouth.  “I’m going to continue stabbing your tits with these until I cum. If I need to pull out and get more needles more than two more times, I’m going to cut your tits off.”

She cringes through her tears and wails at that, and goes to work the instant my dick gets in her mouth. She’s still not as good as she used to be. I stab a pair of needles into her tits, and she does her patented pause, breath, screech. Another pair before she gets to work, and the same pause. She goes back at it, and I say, “You know, all these pauses of yours is only serving to slow my cumming”, another pair of needles, and another pause, but she left out the breath and went straight to the screech. I place in another three pairs of needles, the second and third immediately after she screeches. That was a long pause. I have only two more pairs of needles to go. She begins again, but then I jab her with the second to last pair, then the other when she tries to go to work again.

“Uh oh, I’m out of needles”, and I pull my dick out of her mouth and move over to the box of needles. I glance over and see that she’s sobbing uncontrollably. I muse to myself that the sound she’s making must be similar to a banshee’s wail. “You know I told you to control your crying. I was going to leave the underside of your slut-bags alone. For this transgression, I’m going to place my entire second handful of needles into the underside of them without my cock in your slutty mouth.” I can’t tell if she has a reaction to that through her wailing. I place the whole handful in, one needle pair at a time. Still, no reaction past her horrible sobs. I notice no tears are coming from behind the blindfold. I get another couple handfuls and get in position. “Are you ready, bitch?”, I ask as I slide my dick into her mouth. She begins working before I even realize it’s in. I almost shout “wow!”. She’s even better than the best she’s done yet. I look at her tits, and see that she’s stretching the skin that’s not stuck between the bars almost a whole inch. This is amazing. I almost forget to keep stabbing her tits, and I’m about to cum! Damn, stabbing the underside of her tits simply turned me on more! I stab her tits a couple times, hoping her pause will slow me down, and I could torment her more with my threat. I’d never cut those wonderful tits off, but it’s a great threat to use. She pauses for the first couple stabs, but does no more than squeal and continue stretching out her tits for every other pair of needles. “I’m CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!!” I play with the last pair of needles I stabbed her tits with as I cum. I let go of them, and realize there are only three pairs left in my hands. She’s wailing again, but it’s muffled by my cock.  “You swallow that, bitch!”. She pulls back, stretching her tits out again, so that it can go down her throat, instead of out of her mouth. I stab the last three pairs of needles into her tits, and she nearly chokes. She rests and wails against the bars.

I remove the needles from her tits and her from the toy. She has no energy with which to fight me. I hog-tie her and take her into the adjacent room, which is also sound proofed, but has a bed. I rub alcohol over her bloodied tits then a lotion, explaining to her that sessions like that are no fun with floppy tits. I tell her that I’m a doctor and have created a skin rejuvenating creme. After tonight, her tits won’t be as perky as they were, but they will regain most of it. The change will be unnoticeable, maybe even to herself. I untie her and place her wrists and ankles in the cuffs built into the bed. “I’ll see you in the morning”, I say as I turn off the light, close her door, and go to bed in my own room, upstairs.

– To be continued…. –