He ran his fingers over her back and ass. She shuddered violently. Taking up the cane, He swung it and connected solidly with her ass. THWACK! Her body swung forward with the impact and her toes scrambled for purchase on the floor. The thump of the cane, the ringing of the bells, her muffled cry around the gag, and the faint scuffing noises of her shoes on the floor made an intoxicating symphony to His ears. A bright red stripe glowed across her ass, and the tangy aroma of female arousal filled the air. The cane rose and fell, over and over, harder, faster. On her ass, on her back, on her thighs; stripes glowed red as her body convulsed with the pleasure and the pain. Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks. Her breathing was ragged. The junction of her thighs was wet with her juices.

He let the cane drop to the floor with a thump. He gazed admiringly at the welts that covered her body from the shoulders to the knees. Cruelly, He dragged His nails across the already abused skin. More muffled cries came from around the gag. The bells sounded over and over again as he opened the welts with his nails.

His hand reached up, removed the gag, and flung it to the floor. He roughly ran a hand over her dripping gash and brought it up to her face, to show her the juices she offered to Him in tribute. He forced His fingers into her mouth. Her lips and tongue moved eagerly around His them, sucking her juices from his skin. He pulled His fingers from her mouth. She gasped, "Thank You, Master for feeding my cunt juices to me. Thank You."

"Of course, my eager little slut," He said as He reached for the crop and began to ferociously stripe her bound and clamped breasts. The bells gave a steady melody to the silibant slash and percussive crack of the crop -- the music to which He made her dance. Her body convulsed with sobs of ecstacy.

The slashes stopped as He ripped the clamp from her clit, and rubbed the tortured, engorged flesh as the blood flowed back into it. The agony was pure bliss; the bliss was pure agony. His other hand roamed over her flesh, pinching and slapping, causing the juices to flow more freely from her gaping cunt. The stinging blows landed over and over again onto her flesh, marking her, making her His own. Every muscle in her body strained for release. With difficulty she choked out the words, "Master, please may i cum now? Oh, please, Master, i need to cum. my dripping whore's gash is so hot and wet. Please, Master, let me cum, oh, please."

He smiled at the writhing, panting property before Him. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Cum for Me now, slut-slave, right now," He said, as he suddenly brought His hand down with great force, first on one swollen breast then the other.

Her back arched as every muscle went rigid and she cried out in blissful joy. The shudders of a soul-searing climax coursed through her body again and again. A steady flow of hot pussy juice ran down her thighs. He leaned in and sunk His teeth into the flesh of her tits, perilously close to breaking the skin, marking her with His teeth. Her body continued to jerk and her cunt continued to spasm as He brutally thrust two fingers into her sopping wetness, His thumb strumming and stroking her clit as she cried, "Oh God, so good! Thank You Master! Thank you." He pulled his fingers out and slapped the gaping gash between her legs--once, twice, three times--before thrusting three fingers into her. The fingers of His free hand grasped her sweaty, tangled hair as He applied His teeth to her battered and bound tits once again.

"Please, Master, may i have another," she sobbed through the tears that were running down her cheeks. Without removing His teeth from her tits, He viciously rammed her gash with four fingers. "Yes, Master, thank You, Master. Thank You for making me your fucktoy, your slut, your whore, your dangling piece of fuckmeat. Fist me, Master, please fist me. Make me completely yours."

He reached up and slipped her cuffs from the hook on the ceiling and moved her over the rough wooden table. He fastened the cuffs on her wrists to a lanyard that was secured to the table with an large eyescrew. He attached cuffs to her ankles, and secured a spreader bar there--adjusting it so that her legs were spread to the maximum. Her cunt gaped and dripped a puddle onto the table. The harsh surface of the table reawakened the pain in the welts that covered her back. She felt the ooze of blood under her. she cried out as He thrust first three, and then four fingers into her sopping snatch. The pressure became constant as He began to move the widest part of His hand into her. He released the rough ropes that bound her tits, and pinched, slapped and mauled the tortured globes as they began to swell. He jerked the clamps off her nipples just as His entire hand entered her cunt. She cried out, "Thank You Master for the pain." He curled His fingers and began slowly thrusting into her. Her cunt gripped and released around His hand and wrist. Her juice flowed freely and caused a soft sucking sound as His hand moved inside her. Her cries rang out through her sobs, "Thank You, Master!"

His hand reached up and grasped her by the throat, squeezing--just a little--making her fight for the very air she breathed. His hand bruising her soft white throat--leaving marks that looked like a living collar. His other hand and wrist moving within her cunt, rough knuckles scraping the tender inner flesh. Her moans and whimpers were interspersed with sobs as her eyes pleaded with Him for the mercy that she did not really want. The hand on her throat suddenly moved upward to her hair, taking a handful he jerked her head up and forced her to look at the bulge in her lower abdomen. She sobbed, "Oh, oh Master, so beautiful. i am honored that Master thinks me worthy to take so much pain for Him." Tears flowed down her cheeks as copiously as the juices from her cunt flowed onto His arm. He gently laid her head back down. He looked deep and hard into her eyes and said, "Cum, slut, I own you."

As if struck, her body jerked upward straining against her bonds. Her back arched as her hips pumped furiously trying to take more of His arm into her. She cried out, "Cummmmmmmming, Master, cumming for You." He began to rub her clit and her spasms came harder and faster. He rolled the tiny point of engorged flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Her body began to writhe, her head whipped from side to side and she screamed in agonizing pleasure. "Don't stop cumming, slut. Don't you dare stop." Her cunt juices squirted out from around His arm. "Nothing in you is yours to keep; you are fuckmeat--Mine to enjoy when, where and how I see fit." Fireworks exploded in her head and her cunt. She was lost in an orgasm so intense that she felt she was spinning up to the center of the sun. Her cries became incoherent screams and she tumbled deeper and deeper through subspace. She managed to gasp out, "Please. . . Master. . . let me. . . stop . . . cumming." He increased the pace of His thrusting inside her and His stroking on her clit, "Whose choice, Slut?" She could barely catch her breath as she whispered, "Yours, Master; my life is your choice."

"Always. Remember that, whore," as he pulled His hand out of her with a pop. She whimpered at the ache of emptiness. His hand and wrist were glistening and dripping with her juices. He smeared the juices on her breasts and belly. She cried out as her juices seeped into the welts on her bruised and battered tits. She begged abjectly, "Please, Master, may i lick your hand clean? Oh, oh, please feed me my cunt juices. Finger fuck Your slut's mouth with her own pussy slime, please Master. . " She was silenced by His fingers in her mouth. Her lips and tongue licked and sucked her juices off His hand and arm. He smiled down at her, "Such a good, eager little slut she is."

Her cheeks pinkened as she breathlessly said, "Thank You Master. Please, Master, will You allow me to serve you now. Please, Master, i so want to please You. i need your cum, Master, wherever You choose to give it to me."

His face hardened as He loosened her wrist cuffs from their anchor above her head. He jerked her from the table to put the maximum friction on her already bruised and welted back. Placing both hands on her shoulders, he forced her to her knees. With one hand he loosed His throbbing erection and thrust it into her wet and willing mouth. He was almost too big for her. Her lips were stretched tight around His shaft as her tongue worked furiously to pleasure the cock that she worshiped. Her entire world was reduced to that jut of flesh that thrust in and out of her mouth. His hands closed around her head, fingers entwining in her sweaty hair, as he thrust His hardness into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her cuffed hands fell to her dripping snatch and fingered her clit delicately, as He fucked her face like a cunt. His hands bruised and tore at her scalp as He suddenly thrust deep into her mouth, pressing her face into His groin, not allowing her to breathe. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled for breath and looked up at Him beseechingly. "Even the air you breathe is a gift from Me, slut," He said as He pulled her head back. She pulled as much air as she could into her aching lungs and gave him a look filled with gratitude and devotion. He shifted his weight slightly to slide the toe of his boot against her hand where she was still fingering herself. As he pumped her mouth, she began to hump her gash on the boot between her legs. She rubbed her slit from the toe of the boot to the ankle, moaning around His cock as the leather rubbed her clit. "That''s right. That''s my little bitch in heat."

Sweat was seeping into the welts on her back, stinging and burning--the pain increasing the tempo of her thrusting hips and the circling of her tongue as He fucked her face. His eyes never left hers, telling her without words who she belonged to--fucking her mind with His eyes. His hips began to thrust more violently than before. His body went rigid; he howled as He thrust deep into her mouth. Tears of utter bliss rolled down her cheeks as spurt after spurt of His seed exploded into her throat. She joyfully swallowed every drop.

He smiled down at her, "Such a good little slut; you have pleased me." He roughly wiped the tears from her face. Love, gratitude and devotion shone out of her eyes. He pulled out of her mouth and wiped Himself clean with her hair. As he stepped back from her, she whispered, "Thank You, Master, for allowing me to give You pleasure.'" Without the support of His hands on her head, she slumped to the floor. He took a soft blanket from the closet, and covered her body. Her last conscious awareness before she drifted into sleep was His voice, "Sleep well, little slut. Sweet dreams."

            “You masturbate a lot, right?”

            She seemed shocked but nodded dumbly.

            “Do it for me now!”

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

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Every day.  Often more than once.”

“Do you use sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“In the bedside table.”

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

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

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

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

“Stand up!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You need to sleep.”

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

“Of course I will.”

“Just one more thing, before I sleep.”

“What is it?”

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

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

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

I smiled as I climbed on top. 

 

Part three to follow if you're interested.

 

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My father came back from a so called “business trip” last Tuesday, he had gone with another man. He stood at 6ft tall long dark hair, strongly built and was about 30 years old. He gave my shivers down my spine whenever we met. He would glare at me, look me up and down and if no one was in the room he would start to put his hands on me sliding his hands further up my leg. It made me sick just the thought of his hands going any higher and touching me anywhere in appropriate. Anyway my father came back from his trip in a very bad mood I didn’t know why, but I was guessing it had something to do with money considering he was yelling at my mother for spending too much whilst he was away. Later that the night after he came home he called me down the stairs, I was wondering what I had done wrong this time if anything and what kind of beating I was going to get however sitting there was my father, my mother and the man he went way on his business trip, at this point I began to grow curious of what was going on.

I went to sit down when I was told no by my father, he told me in a stern voice “take off every piece of clothing you are wearing” I stood there is disbelief

“Wwwhat???” I asked 

“Do not argue with me do as you are told or you will be in big trouble!” my father angrily growled.

So I did I slowly began to take my clothes of in front of them, I took my top of first, then my skirt leaving me only in my bra and panties.

“Well, what are you waiting for take them off?” my father ordered.

So I undone my bra revealing my 34 C breast and then took my panties off revealing the rest of me.

“Ahh, she’s nicely sculpted, she’s shaved, great tits, and wonderfully long dark hair…I’ll take her.” The man said.

“What? Take me where??? Mother what is going on??? Please someone explain?” I started to cry.

My father then began to explain what was happening. He said that his last business trip didn’t go as planned and he had lost a lot of money and we were all in potential danger of loosing our home due to a lot of debt. He had discussed this with his business partner and he had made him an offer. He would pay of all of our family’s debt if he could own me. So basically I had been sold to a man I hated and despised. He made my skin crawl and I couldn’t even begin to think what he was going to do with me.

So that’s what happened, this now why I am in the back of a brand new Mercedes wearing a skimpy dress, no underwear and 6 inch high heels. My hair pinned up and my face had make up on, red lipstick, a pale foundation, pink blusher, and black mascara. I felt like a dirty whore, I knew what was going to happen I knew that all of my freedom had been taken away from me, not that I had much in the first place.

We got to his house and went in and I gasp once I went in, I was shocked I had always thought my house was nice but when I saw this house it made the house I had lived in look shabby and poor.

“Right then lets get started, follow me to your room were I will get to know you, or should I say your body, a lot better.”

I followed him to my new room when I entered and it was amazing it was big and had candles, a little table and 2 chairs, a luxurious rug and a 4 post double bed. Still that didn’t make any different I didn’t want to be here I didn’t want to be just a “thing” that could be sold. I then spotted a closet with a lock on it which this man was going to. He unlocked it and took out some rope, “On the bed, slut!” he shouted, I ran for the door trying to escape but unbeknown to me he had locked he, he then grabbed my hair and dragged me over to the bed. He tied my left and right hand to the bed then went to my feet and tied them to bed as well. He took my clothes off and then began to speak:

“Right then, you will address me as Master and you are now my slave no doing so will get you punished, Whenever I want to fuck you I expect you to obey this and not fight, once again if you don’t obey this you will get punished. I also expect you to allow other people to fuck you when I bring them back here failure to obey this or if you fight it will end up in punishment and lastly slave, I expect you to take orders, to do everything I tell you to do. Do you understand Slave?” I didn’t answer I was so scared I didn’t know what to do. He then got out a cane and hit me with it on my stomach “I said do you understand slave?”

“Yes….Master.” I replied.

“Good, now for starters I want to see how good you are at sucking cock so you will suck mine, oh and I expect you to swallow”

I had never sucked a cock before in fact I had only ever had sex with one person before so I was completely inexperienced. He started to untie my hands and feet but then tied my hands behind my back, he put me kneeing on the floor and started to unzip he trousers, take them off and take of his boxers revealing his 8inch cock.

“Now suck it bitch! And suck it good.” He said

Feeling helpless I started to suck his cock I was sucking it slowly and only sucked the top of it which clearly was not enough because he grabbed at my hair and started pushing my mouth in more and was pushing me a lot quicker. I could feel his cock in the back of my throat. It was sliding in and out, making me gag, I felt like I was choking on his cock. He was fucking my mouth, his hands pushing my mouth on his cock, his hips moving closer to get his cock all the way in. I couldn’t breathe; I felt tears running down my face as I was getting fucked in the mouth. I then felt his cum, going all the way down my throat.

“Wow, you are a dirty little slut aren’t you? You didn’t spill a drop of cum out of you mouth, I’m impressed. Did you enjoy that my little slave?”

I looked up at him, I wanted to untie my hands had go and hurt him so much for doing this to me but instead I was powerless, there was no chance I me getting away so I thought to myself the only thing I can do is just do as I’m told.

“Yes, I did enjoy sucking your cock.” I lied.

“Wrong slut, wrong! You didn’t address me as Master so for that you will be punished”

He then reached up towards the ceiling in the middle of the room were there were some shackles hanging down, he then grabbed my hands and put them in the shackles. I could barely reach them so my whole body felt as if it was being stretched; I was standing on the tips of my toes. He then got something else out of the cupboard but I could not make out what it was. He told me to hold still and then put something on my nipples which hurt so much. They were nipple clamps. The pain was excruciating.

Then he got the cane back out.

“For your disrespect of not calling me master you receive your first ever punishment, I am going to hit you with the cane 10 times on different parts of your body.”

I started to panic, I didn’t want to get hit with the cane but I daren’t argue.

“One!” he growled.

He hit me on my right arm

“Two!”

This time he hit me on my left arm

“Three”

He hit me on my left leg

“Four!”

The pain now starting to become unbearable he his me on my right leg

“Five”

He hit me on my stomach

“Now for the fun part, Six”

He hit me on my left breast, I had never felt so much pain, with the clamps on my nipples and the cane going full force on them it hurt so much.

“Seven”

I got hit on my right breast

“Eight!”

Hitting me on my back

“Your last 2 slut, Nine”

He hit me across my arse it stung so much

“Last one, 10”

This was the most painful of all, it hurt so much it was on my arse again but my master had hit me a lot harder than he had any of the other 9 times.

He then got out a dildo, spread my legs and shoved it deep in my vagina.

“Does it feel good in you pussy my little fuck toy?”

“No master.” I replied

“Well you best get use to things being in your tight cunt because it’s going to be happening a lot. In fact you best get use to all your holes being filled because my cock needs to be seen to a lot and it loves every hole on a women.”

He was pounding a dildo in to my pussy whilst calling me a whore, a slag, and how I was going to become his new fuck toy and cum slut.  He then took the dildo out of my pussy and said:

“Now I’m going to put this in your mouth and I want it to stay there until you have licked it clean, whilst you do I am going to take pictures”

I was just hung there from the shackles, with a dildo in my mouth and my master taking pictures, I felt so humiliated but I also felt a different feeling, a feeling that was more pleasurable. No surely not but it was true, I found my self getting turned on I could feel myself getting wet.

“Was that fun slut?” he asked

“No, it hurt so much and I felt so humiliated. I promise to behave myself in the future master”

“Well from the look of your pussy you seemed to enjoy your self.”

He took me down from the shackles and placed me on the bed, my body felt tired, worn out and sore. I just wanted to crawl away and go to sleep but my master had something else he wanted to try out first.

Because he knew I was too weak to fight back he didn’t bother tying me back up, instead he started to touch my pussy, starting with my clit, he could feel how swollen it was and it felt good as he rubbed and flicked my clit, I started to moan slightly.

“So you’re enjoying this then? Looks like you’re going to be easier to train than I thought.”

I didn’t reply I was too caught up in this wonderful feeling, he then got on top of me and slide his cock inside of me, he started of slow but then with no signal he went in my quick and deep.

“Is this what a dirty whore likes? Your pussy being pounded by your master hard, fast and deep. I’m going to make you cum tonight slut, whether you like it or not.” He said to me.

I felt so lifeless but I was also trying to resist enjoying my self. I didn’t want to give into this feeling. But In the end I could help myself, as he pinched and squeezed away at my nipples, fucked my tight cunt I could feel an orgasm building up. He must have known this because just has I had cum he cummed too sending volts of both pleasure and pain into me.

“You enjoyed yourself tonight, didn’t you?”

I couldn’t lie so I told the truth:

“Yes I did master, at first I was horrified by what you were doing, and the pain was unbearable but I started to enjoy myself more and more master.”

“Good, I’m glad, we are going to have so much fun in the future slave, I mean I still haven’t played with your arse yet or got you to fuck other people in fact there are lots of things you haven’t done for me yet slut, but that will all be for another day, I think you have had all you can handle to night.”

He then left the room, I was curled up on the bed in so much pain but I had never felt so much satisfaction. I didn’t understand what was going on but I knew that there was going to plenty more nights like this one. Yes my freedom was gone, yes I was owned by a Master but I began to think that I could handle getting adjusted to this life.  

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When I came that next Saturday evening to take her out she was dressed as I requested and carrying an overnight bag containing the changes of clothes I’d suggested she bring.  She wore a thin, silky ivory blouse with no bra, which showed her smooth breasts and nipples in a subtle and yet very sexual manner, with short skirt, ivory thong and heels. She was wrapped in her fur coat to keep from freezing in the winter cold as we headed out to a quiet and romantic dinner.

During dinner I asked if she was sure she wanted to go through with this, but she assured me she was not only ready but getting wet just anticipating.  After dinner we drove out of town to a gentleman’s club, owned by a friend of mine, called “Hang-ups”.  I hoped that tonight we’d removed a few more of April’s hang ups so the place seemed aptly named.  April had never been inside a men’s club and was both curious and a little scared. 

“If I go in there as the only woman in the place I’ll be raped by a bunch of beer-bellied rednecks.”

“First of all you aren’t the only woman in here.  Remember you agreed to do whatever I told you to, even if that is being gang raped if that’s what I want for you.  Besides the crowd here is much more tame than you think and I doubt you’ll find many good’ol’boys this far north.  Come along like a good slave and do what I tell you.  You are about to do something more exciting than getting raped.

Walking in I took her coat and hung it in the rack by the door, placing her bag on the floor under her coat and then escorted her to a couple of empty bar stools by the stage. Hang ups was a intimately sized club with three or four dancers at any given time. A fully nude club which often features sex acts, the dancer nearest us was already topless exposing a set of D plus breast capped with dark pink nipples that she shamelessly tugged at while slipping a hand into her g-string.  I could see April was already enjoying seeing other women being sexual in front of her.    

               Watching the dancer for a couple of minutes I handed April a dollar and suggested she hold it out as a tip for the dancer.  Now females at a club always get special attention form the dancers and get to do more than any man could.  Rules limit male contact with the dancers although most allow some glancing contact while you are tipping and more in private lap dances. 

            Now April held forth her dollar and the girl came over and smiled at April guiding her hand holding the dollar to her breast and rubbed her hand all over the nipple.  I could literally see April shake with excitement.  Than the dancer lay on the bar level stage no more than two feet in front of April her feet raised and thong-covered sex facing April whose own nipples were clearly hard and pressing the thin fabric of her top.  The performer then reached down and pulled the thong off leaving her as naked as the day she was born.  April gasped looking at the woman’s completely shaved sex, but this dancer wasn’t done yet.  Her fingers moved down to her public mound and gently rubbed her clit masturbating then with both hands opened her sex to April’s fascinated gaze.  The woman had tiny in labia and a cute little clitoris exposed as she pulled back her labia, her sex clearly wet and juicy looking.  She pulled her legs way back exposing her pick anal opening, looking oh so very fuck-able.

            “God I want to eat her! April whispered to me.”  It was the first time she’d shared her ideas about the common female fantasy of making love with another woman and I responded.  Remember slave that if opportunity presents you are to lick up all the lovely female juices you can.  She looked at oddly but I ignored the unspoken question.

            After similar displays from other dancers I could see April was nearly frantic with arousal.  She was perspiring and when I reached between here legs for a sneaky feel I found a bubbling volcano.  She was ready and the time was just about here.  The dancers finished their set and the MC took the stage announcing that night’s contest.  They had five amateurs signed up to compete against each other in a contest with a machine.    Two dancers in g-string bikinis brought out the machine to the cheers of the crowd.  It was one of those very expensive vibrators that I’ll not name but you probably know about—you know the type the woman straddles while it teases her vagina, labia, and clit to heights un-reached previously. 

            “Are the girls here? He questioned.

            “Judy?” A tall large busted woman raised her arm amid the roar of the crowd.

            “Mary?” The name belonged to a short chubby arm from a short chubby woman with a biker tattoo

            “Rita?”  Rita it turned out was an average looking woman with glasses sitting at a table in the back and a friend had to raise her arm for her.

            “Samantha?”  A large boned woman with teased hair dyed a bright red.

            “April?”  She looked at me with wide eyed shock and I nodded.  Numbly she raised her hand amid cheers and calls from the crowd.

“Ladies the dancers lounge is in that back corner,” He said pointing.  We’ll give you a minute to get changed and ready while I explain the rules to everyone here.”

            April got her bag and walked back to the room with the other girls all of them looking hesitant and uneasy.              When they were gone the MC explained.  “This vibrator is like nothing you’ve ever seen.  It sends girls into orbit.  The dancers in the back just about fought to the death over rights to use it.  We’ve placed it between these two poles and the poles are being outfitted now with soft restraints.  Each girl will be brought out individually and will be expected to strip and dance about the room for a few minutes then when we call her over she will come over here and straddle this machine.  As you see there is an average sized dildo along with a frontal extension that stimulates her clit. 

            Once seated her wrists will be placed in the restraints and she will remain there for 15 minutes.  Whichever girl has the most orgasms wins.  If there is a tie we will have a play off.  The winner gets 500 dollars and an added bonus of riding this lovely tool again this time with the giant double dildo!” 

            The crowd was on it feet at this and was quite eager by the time they called for Mary.  For a chubby girl she was quite sexy with her plump tits and hairy twat.  She striped and worked the crowd.  You could tell she was starting to get into it, getting aroused and enjoying the power of turning so many people on.  When she at last climbed onto the machine she was wet and ready although like all the women she hadn’t been aware she’d be restrained and was a little hesitant. Once tied and settled on her knees the machine was turned on and we all watched in the suddenly hushed atmosphere what would happen.  Before long she was moving up and down and making little noises.  In five minutes she was moaning as her climax took her and then began screaming at the intense stimulation after she’d cum.  The men were screaming as well at this point and everyone cheered her as she reached a second orgasm at 13 minutes in.  She was untied after her 15 minutes a lead weakly off to watch the rest of the contest. 

            Samantha was next, her bright hair a contrast to her dark pubic curls.  She achieved three orgasms screaming in ecstasy and agony with each.    Her breasts and public hair were matted with sweat and her love juices when she finished.

            Judy had endurance.  After watching the first two women I didn’t think anyone could last long on the machine before it forced orgasms form their body, but Judy proved me wrong.  She rode the machine for more than ten minutes and then quietly shuddered in her peak of pleasure.  She moaned steadily for the remainder of the time, but had no more orgasms.

            April was next and I could tell that by this time she’d lost all inhibitions.  She strutted out in her neon pink thong bikini and removed the top at once.  The bottoms were off by the time she began her second round about the bar and when the called her she was laying back on the stage beginning to masturbate for everyone. 

            Walking over to the well used machine she delighted to male crowd by leaning down and sucking the phallus with three other girl’s juices covering it.  I wish there were words to portray the look of pleasure she showed when she realized she was going to be tied.  This was her thing and there is nothing that could have been done sexually to her that would gain her more pleasure than restraint.  The machine was turned on and I think the operator turned it up a little higher than the others due to his distraction with her overtly sexual behavior. 

            In any case, she started to make noise from the very first vibrations and soon as wracked by orgasm after orgasm her body writhing in font of the crowd her ear splitting screams coming every few minutes.  I was numb as I watched her full ability to climax and realized I’d just barely tapped it.  When her time was up she acted like a spoilsport and didn’t want to get off.  She’d had at least five orgasms in 15 minutes.

            Rita looked for all the world like an office secretary that have somehow lost her clothes and be paraded out on stage.  She was shy and uneasy during the dance portion of her show.  Like April, her pubic hair was completely shaved.  She had good-sized breasts with large dark brown nipples that contrasted with her bright pink labia and looks or no, she was a sex machine.  Once the machine was on she climaxed regularly and wasn’t so loud as April, but with her larger breasts was very appealing.  I had no idea how often she came, but the final tally was four times.  April was the winner!

            She was drawn back to center stage with the other girls.  The MC explained they were going to change the vibrating head and she would get one more ride.  As they removed the used head April once more delighted the group by licking it clean.  They placed the double head and thankfully for her backside lubricated it.  She placed herself more carefully this time—getting it in the ass as well, and was then restrained. Then the machine was placed on high something none of them had experienced.  April nearly leaped upright and then forced her pussy down on the mechanical pleasuring device crying out, “Oh My God!”

            The MC then told the other girls that giving April’s love for the their juices they should move over and make her lick their pussies.  She may have won but this is your chance to make her pay for beating you!  They each took turns making April lick their sex to climax as the machine forced repeated orgasms from April.  When they we at last satisfied her face was covered in girl goo.  It was the better part of an hour before the machine was off and April released.  She walked unsteadily over to me on the stage and went to get her clothes. 

Walking naked through the bar, the men mobbed around her molesting her tits and even rubbing sensitive pussy before she reached the dancer’s lounge.  When she hadn’t returned in some time I walked over that way and at last spotted her in a dark corner with one of the dancers.  April straddled her lap as the girl sucked her nipples.  One of the dancer’s hands was busy fingering April’s clit while her other hand reached around April’s cute ass a finger placed well up inside her anus.  Needless to say, April achieved bliss at least twice that I saw with this person and gave her a long French kiss good by.

April was totally sexualized and sensitized.  Everything felt great and everything turned her on even through she was exhausted.  She masturbated the whole way home in the car and after draining my pent-up lust into her body we went to bed little realizing another new adventure awaited us just a few hour away.

 

Part four if you’re interested.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good boy.  Now, make your move."

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

Todd stood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♣

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

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

♣

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “I hope I have pleased you Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “What was that for?”  Derek asked.

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

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

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

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

♣

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

        I rushed to do as he said before preparing breakfast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        But I did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I whispered, “Thank you, Master.”

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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