So I got up and went straight in to the shower knowing I had to be quick because in an hour I was meeting a friend. I started to wash my long blonde hair, as I left the conditioner I washed my body starting with my 34 D breasts just rubbing them and tweaking my nipples which at this point seemed to be very hard, I could feel myself getting wet, I slowly started to glide my hand down my stomach and onto my pussy where I rubbed the outer lips for a few seconds. It was just then that I realised I had no time to be messing around I had to be quick, so, I washed the soap off my body and rinsed the conditioner out of my hair hurrying so I wouldn’t miss the bus and be late.

After I finished meeting up with my friend I had to go back to get ready for tonight, I had been told that we were going to all go out to the normal rock and heavy metal club we normally go to. I got dressed in a black mini skirt, ripped fishnet tights (or as the Americans say pantyhose) a black lace up corset, high heels and of course my little black thong. I was looking forward to it but it was just going to be like any other clubbing night…or was it?

As we entered the club it was rather full, lots of people on the dance floor, and some sort of Goth/industrial music was playing. It was then I noticed a man at the bar. He had long black hair, tall, a very pale but strong looking face, it was also very obvious that he was muscular. He wore mostly leather apart from his top. His shoes were leather, his trousers (pants) were leather and his coat was leather. I just stood there staring at him; I didn’t know why I just couldn’t help myself. He then saw me staring at him but I quickly looked away feeling embarrassed. A few hours had passed and I was having a lot of fun but I still noticed the man at the bar, it seemed like he hadn’t moved all night and I know he kept on looking at me every now and then. In some ways the way he looked at me made feel scared yet in other ways it made me feel excited.

About 3 hours had passed and decided to step outside for a bit and go for a cigarette (considering the ban on smoking inside public places is now illegal) I didn’t bother telling my friends because I know they would follow me and lecture me how I need to hook up with someone. As I stepped outside there were many people there so I went around the corner just for some peace and quiet. I tried to light my cigarette but realised that my lighter wasn’t working so I was going to have to go and ask someone if I could borrow there’s until the man that made my heart race stepped in and offered me a light. At this point I felt very awkward, I didn’t know what say, how to act so I just kept my mouth closed.

After a few minutes I finished my cigarette, said thank you I started to walk back until he said in a very deep dark voice “your very quite girl, aren’t you?” I replied back “Yeah.”

“I Like that in a girl, a girl who knows her place who only speaks when spoken to by a man” he said.

I was shocked and outraged, I wasn’t like that I just didn’t go and throw myself at people. So I just started on walking until he grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall asking “Where do you think your going? I haven’t finished with you”

Before I had chance to reply he tilted my head to the side and started kissing my neck then started, with his hand, to rub the outside of my tights (pantyhose) and thong. I wanted to scream and run but I couldn’t, In fact I felt very turned on by what was happening.

Before he did anything else to me he told me to keep quite and go with him. He took me to his car and told me to get in. I got in, and he locked the doors. Then drove us to a very big house that was isolated. He took me inside the house and down to the basement where there was a room with a big 4 post bed, with black satin sheets and a stone cold floor. He told me to get on the bed then he removed all my clothes and tied my hands and feet to each post.    

He began “Now we can either make this difficult or easy, it’s up to you. All you have to do is be a good little girl and obey my every command, you will only speak when spoken to, and when you do reply to me you will refer to me as master. Failure to do so will end up in a punishment. The sooner I have my way with you the sooner you’re free to leave. Understand?”

I wanted to yell at him to let me free now and to let me go, after all he and I both know he has no right to do this, however what I didn’t know is why I  wanted to stay right where I was, why I could feel my breast tingling or my pussy beginning to get wet again. His voice seemed so soft yet dark and cruel, it was so seductive, he knew he had me in is wicked cruel game, he knew I was weak towards him and he also knew that part of me craved for this.

I replied back “Yes I understand”

“Good girl, however your answer is not fully correct so before I proceed explaing to you what you will be required to do, you will receive your first punishment” he said to me his tone getting deeper.

“I, I, I don’t understand wha!”

“Silence! You did not reply back properly, you acknowledge me as master, you simply said ‘yes I understand’ which is not good enough. So for your first punishment you will receive 10 lashes across your body to learn that you will give me the respect by acknowledging me as your master.”

He then took out cane and I gasped, I was terrified. He turned me over and laid me on my stomach but making sure to tie me back to the bed posts.

He then shouted “ONE!”

Caning my legs, I screamed out in pain, it was horrible tears rolling down my face and I was shaking in fear

“TWO”

Right across my arse, again sending crippling pain threw my body, he carried on doing this across my back, my arms and the inside of my thighs until their was only one left and said “Does my naughty little girl think she’s learned her lesson?” replying back in a tearful, shaky voice I said “I have Master it won’t happen again.”

Then as hard as he could he canned me across my arse.

“Good, I’m glad we have that sorted. Now, Know this you are my slave and you do everything I tell you to do, no matter how much dislike or hate the things I tell you to do you will do them. Now first of all I want an honest answer out of you, do you masturbate?”

I quietly replied” I uh umm well yes Master.”

“Very well, I want you to show me how you masturbate and I want you to explain to me in detail what you are doing and why you are doing it and you must not cum, understand?”

I wanted to argue so much, I mean how embarrassing for me to do that but then I remembered my 10 lashed and how I didn’t want that to happen again so I obeyed.

“Yes master”

“Very well, I will untie you, but try to escape an you will be in for a beating, mark my words”

So once he untied me I started to touch m breast, squeezing and pulling on my nipples and sliding my hand down to pussy, I could feel how wet I was, I was so turned on just as I was about to enter my pussy my master shouted at me,

“I thought I told you to tell me what you are doing”

“I am rubbing my left breast with my right hand and pinching my nipple, I am doing this to make them hard. My left hand is slowly stroking the outside of pussy and i'm shocked at how wet I am.”

By this time I felt so humiliated I was being forced to masturbate in front of a stranger as well as tell him what I was doing.

“It always feels so nice when I play with clit so I’m going to use my middle finger to rub it fast…ohhhhh it feels so good…..hmmmm oh I just love playing with my cunt I’m getting ready to slip 2 fingers inside of me…I’m doing it and it feels soooooo good uh uh, oh hmmmmmmm yes yes oh yes Master…”

He seemed to be pleased with my effort of explaining to him what I was doing but once I just carried on moaning he started to say cruel nasty things to me:

“Such a dirty filthy slapper, look at the little slut Masturbating, Playing with herself to get pleasure. You are nothing but a little whore, but you’re my whore my dirty naughty bad little whore who is learning how to behave for her master”

As he said these words it turned me on even more, I could feel my self building up towards an orgasm but then I remember I was told it was forbidden for me to cum. He then told me stop then said:

“Right my little whore on the cold stone floor, onto your knees.”

“Yes master”

As I got on my knees, he tied my hands together and then he took out his large cock.

“Surely you know what to do” he asked.

I did as I was told I sucked he’s cock getting as much as could in my mouth but it wasn’t enough, my master started to grab my hair and push my face further onto him and thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, I started to gag and I felt ill, once again I was crying and sobbing I could feel most of his cock inside of my mouth and all the time he was just saying things like “yeah that’s right take it like the whore you are. You’re nothing but a fuck machine to me”

He then pushed me down so I was lying on the ground, and started to fuck me really hard and fast. It felt as if he was tearing my pussy open, I couldn’t breathe but al the time there was a mix of pain and pleasure. He then ordered me to cum and I did. If felt as if an explosion had gone through my body, I shivered in pure ecstasy. Once he had finished he said “You have pleased me a lot tonight, and you now have a choice, you can either leave now and we will never see each other again, or, you can become my full time slave, letting me use and abuse you as much as I want but at the same time taking care of you and teaching you how to please me.”

I thought for a few minutes of what I just been through, all the pain and the suffering but some how I felt safe with this man, it was as if I had found my true place where I belonged, yes it was a risk. My head said leave and never come back but my body and my heart said stay.

“I am your slave master, and I will honour you the way a slave is meant to honour their master.”

“Very well, you will stay and obey all of my rules, but let me tell you this tonight I went easy on you because it was your birthday and your first time, however, tomorrow it’s down to some proper training slave.”

Hearing those words didn’t scare me, it made me curious as to what else my master had in store for me. He then put a collar around my neck and said

“This is yours, you also have a leash, you will wear the collar at all time understand?”

“Yes master” I replied.

He then came over to me and lifted me to my feet, I was cold and naked and he then embraced me in his arms kissing my neck and whispering in my ear “I have been watching you the last few month. The way you act and present your self is everything I love. I will take care of you.

Then went out of the basement locking the door behind him leaving me unable to reply to his comments, I was just shocked and confused but very excited for tomorrow.

Thanks for reading, this is my very first story so please don’t be too harsh although I will take all advice and criticism, if you want to email at all please do at: girl_loves_pain@yahoo.co.uk

        It would only get worse.

        I showered, shampooing my hair, washing my feet and armpits, carefully cleaning my arse and pussy, checking for any unwanted hair. The Master liked my bald pussy, the smoothness of my skin, the unobstructed view it gave him. I dried my hair and carefully tied it up, knowing it would become tangled and disheveled by nighttime. Then I inserted my butt plug, and even though there was no one there to see or hear, I practiced staying quiet as I pushed it in, feeling my sphincter muscles grip it.

        Then, my costume. The tight black corset pushed my breasts practically to my chin, but I was getting used to it. The stiff black skirt hid little, especially when I bent over, which was often in my household chores. Lastly, stockings, lacy garters and my shoes with their vicious heels.

        I made my way downstairs to the breakfast room. It was a big house, and old, with numerous rooms for eating and entertaining. The Master and Mistress were not yet up, of course, and I busied myself preparing their breakfast. My first meal would be my Master’s cum, and I hungered for it. The butt plug was slowly becoming a familiar presence, though it was hard to ignore the way it constantly played with my nerve endings. It felt like being constantly played with.

        The Toy, as I called him, watched me in this duty. His hot gaze probed every cell on my body, more intimate than any touch. I ignored him as best I could. We were not permitted to speak to each other, but would have nothing nice to say if we could.

        The Master and Mistress appeared and I poured them coffee. After they had eaten and were talking lightly over the morning papers, the Toy and I got down on our knees and did our most important morning duty. I parted the Master’s dressing gown and took out his soft cock. With the skill I had learnt over the years, and the extra touches the Master had taught me he liked, I licked and sucked him to his full, hard thickness, before engulfing him with my mouth. I felt his hand on my hand, absently stroking as one would an obedient dog, as I sucked and licked. When the Master’s cock stiffened and spurted hot salty cum into my mouth I swallowed it all and cleaned his cock before putting it back inside his dressing gown. He ignored me during all this, his conversation with his wife barely interrupted by his orgasm, or hers. I relished this feeling of being used and beneath his notice.

        I cleaned the house room by room, not in one day but over the course of the week, and prepared the meals. The Toy worked in the grounds, washed windows, chopped wood, ran baths, dressed his Mistress and did other mundane tasks. He usually wore only black leather pants and his slave collar, but when the Master and Mistress entertained he wore only a butt plug and a hard-on. He would walk amongst the guests, regulars all, and let them play with his stiff cock, his taut arse, teasing and taunting him, twisting the butt plug and flicking his balls. I loved watching this torment, it was the only time I had such satisfaction. He made sure I had none when he raped me for the Master and Mistress’ pleasure.

        But at such parties I too was part of the entertainment. I kept my costume on, and would have a string of beads in my vagina. The guests could play with me too, pinching my nipples, tugging on the string dangling from my pussy, lightly touching my clit, trying to make me orgasm because then they could watch my punishment. Before such parties, the Master would instruct me to let so-and-so make me cum, because he wanted to punish me for their enjoyment. I would let my tray fall for extra effect, the loud crash announcing victory for the guest who succeeded.

        The Master would storm through the crowd, the anger on his face making me tremble with fear and thrilling anticipation. Grabbing me by the hair, he would march me over to the fireplace and tie my hands to the mounted candlesticks at either end, and order me to spread my legs. He would pick up the whip off the mantlepiece and, with a snap, strike me again and again until my arse burned red with welts. Some of the blows would snake between my legs and sting my pussy. Through all this I shook and wept and pressed my mouth into my arm to keep my cries muffled.

        The best such evenings were ones when the Toy would orgasm before me. Once, his cum spurted high in the air and hit a woman in the face. She claimed the right to punish him. His hands were bound together and drawn up towards the ceiling, where a rope tied them in place to a hook placed there for that purpose. In this way the guests could surround him and watch his cock grow as his arse was whipped.

        There were several such parties in my first week, mostly because the Master wanted to show me off. At the end of that first week, though, he had a house guest.

        A man about the same age as the Master, with dark blond hair and a quick laugh. The Master called him Sam, but I was to call him Sir.

        I had to dust the study the day Sir arrived, and had put it off till the afternoon because the Master had waylaid me before lunch, catching sight of my rosy arse cheeks, striped with whip marks, and the tassel dangling from my butt plug, as I went up the stairs. He caught me by the hips, put a hand to my neck and pushed my face into the stair carpet, and unplugged my arse. A second later I heard him unzip and then he was forcing his cock into me. I felt like I was being split apart, despite the plug that I’d worn all week, but the excitement of being pushed to the ground and assaulted made me wet and relaxed after the first moment of excruciating pain. The Master thrust and grunted and came. He withdrew with a pop and shoved the plug back in like he would a cork into a wine bottle, and left me. I got up, shaking, my heart still racing, and resisted the temptation to finger my sopping pussy.

        Now, though, I had to clean the Master’s study, and it could not be put off just because he was in there with a friend.

        I knocked and opened the door. They ignored me, sitting across from each other in big armchairs, sipping whiskey, swapping tall tales. I went about my chore, dusting with a big feather duster.

        “Good God, what a tasty arse!” I heard Sir say. My face burned with the humiliation but I gave no indication that I’d heard.

        The Master chuckled. “One of the best,” he said, and I would have gladly done anything for him then and there upon hearing it.

        There was a rustle of movement behind me and then I felt fingers touching still-tender lash marks. I stilled, and carefully went back to dusting. The fingers moved down to the tassel hanging from my butt plug, and knocked it. I closed my eyes against the torment of pleasure it caused and struggled to keep my breathing even.

        As I dusted I moved away from Sir and glanced at the Master. He watched his friend play with me with a pleased smile, as if I were a gift. The hope that the Master would jealously keep me to himself was short-lived.

        Sir followed me, running his hands over my backside and slipping his fingers between my legs. He played with my pussy lips and let his finger slip into my juices. He laughed.

        “She’s so wet! No wonder you’ve been keeping her all to yourself.”

        “It’s not easy to share a new plaything when first you get it,” the Master replied. “But it’s been a week. I suppose I could be encouraged to share her just this once.”

        I wanted to fall on my knees and beg him not to say so. I had signed a contract binding me to the Master and Mistress, but nowhere did it say they could not let their friends have their fun with me too. There was nothing I could do. Like the Toy, Sir could have me any way he pleased.

        “But I insist on watching,” the Master added.

        Sir laughed again. “I know what you like, you old dog. You’re welcome to watch.”

        The Master got up. “After dinner, then.”

        Sir reluctantly let me go. “Agreed.”

        They walked out then, neither having spoken to me nor so much as looked at my face, where I’m sure the Master would have been displeased to see the tears glittering in the corner of my eyes, the flush on my cheeks.

        At five o’clock I cooked dinner for three and served them in the dining room. Sir groped me at every opportunity. The Toy, standing against the wall near his Mistress, watched with a gleam in his eye, always happy to see me tormented.

        When their plates were cleared and while they chatted on, the Toy and I ate in the kitchen, both of us with an ear cocked toward the door, in case we were summoned.

        The Master called for me. The Toy smirked. I slapped him; he reacted quickly, grabbing my wrist and plunging his thick, well-practiced forefinger up my pussy. I whimpered, staring into his cruel black eyes, his dark handsome face gloating at my predicament. He could make me cum, and then I would be punished. Hell, I’d probably be punished for my tardiness anyway, what would one orgasm matter? But the Master would be disappointed. It had only been a week. If he was displeased he could change his mind, terminate the contract, turn me out. I wanted to serve him and obey him, and in this he had been explicit: no orgasm without permission.

        I kneed the Toy in the balls and without staying to watch him double over in pain, I rushed out to attend to the Master. I would pay for that another day.

        The Master frowned at me as I went to my knees by his chair. “You are not very prompt this evening.”

        “Forgive me, Master.”

        “Doesn’t give excuses,” Sir commented. “I like that.”

        The Master smiled grimly; he had trained me not to. He grabbed my hair and made me look up at him, studying my face as if he could read the history, the time and place, of every orgasm I’d ever had. And, I thought, he probably could. But I had not cum, and he had to be satisfied with that. “Come.”

        I followed the Master and Sir up the stairs to the guest bedroom, somewhat glad not to be led into the basement, where the whips and chains were. I did not want that from this man who was not my Master.

        The Master sat in an armchair in the corner of the room, in the shadows where I could barely see him, and watched. With him taking note of everything, I could not displease Sir. I could not disappoint or embarrass the Master like that. If I could perform well with the Toy, I could do better with Sir.

        Sir was less friendly now that he had me in the bedchamber. He pulled my skirt down in a single swift movement, wrapped his hand around my neck and kissed me with such force my lips were bruised. His tongue pushed through my lips and scoured the inside of my mouth. His other hand gripped my arse in a crushing grip, and squeezed. I squeaked, and Sir laughed. He pulled my arse cheeks apart and massaged them, pulling me against him and grinding his erection into me. Then he pushed me to my knees and drew his cock from his pants. Its big purple head pushed at my lips and I dutifully opened my mouth, mindful of the Master’s eyes on me. I sucked on his hard shaft, running my tongue along the vein and fondling his balls. He started panting and I thought he would cum when he suddenly thrust me away. He hauled me up and, sitting in a chair, draped me over his lap. With a loud smack his hand landed on my arse, first one cheek, then the other. I squirmed, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want anyone to punish me but the Master, but that wasn’t in our contract either. Sir pulled out the plug, rimming me with his tongue and probing me with his finger. He smacked me when I struggled. The feel of his tongue sent a confusing mix of pleasure and revulsion through me, like what I felt when the Toy had me for the Master and Mistress’ entertainment. Finally he picked me up, threw me onto the bed and plunged his cock into my pussy. I tried to get away; he growled and brought my hands together, holding them above my head. His thrusts were swift, hard and powerful. My pussy had been aching for cock all week, but I had never thought it would be anyone but the Master who filled it. Worse, my body was betraying me. My hole was wet and slick, my clit buzzing, my whole body buzzing as I cried out with each hard thrust.

        Sir pulled out and pushed the head of his dick against my back hole. It eased in, well lubricated with my own juices, and pinned me to the bed. Sir put his lips to my nipples and licked and bit them. I gasped and cried out, called out “Please Sir! No Sir!” to his immense satisfaction. He lifted my hips and buried his cock to the hilt, as deep as it could go. His cock pummeled my arse mercilessly, his balls slapping against my arse cheeks. Sir’s finger found my clit and rubbed it; he said hoarsely, “Come for me, little slave.” I could no longer hold back. With a cry I came, the orgasm washing over me, making me momentarily blind but still conscious enough to feel Sir stiffen and come inside me.

        Sir helped me up, looking me in the eyes with a satisfied smile, and led me over to the Master. I knelt at his feet, waited with caught breath for his approval.

        The Master stood up, his erection straining the front of his pants, and bid me bend over the armchair. Holding me firmly by the hips, he took me up my well-lubed arse, fucking me for his own release and to claim me back. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and ordered me to turn around offer my mouth. I hungrily took his big slick cock in my mouth and sucked him till he shot his load down my throat. He still had hold of my head, so I kept him in my mouth while he grew soft once more, and looked up at him. He smiled down at me, pleased with his sex slave, and withdrew. I hid my disappointment, my longing. I missed his cock in my mouth already, but as I watched him put it away, I knew I would have it in my mouth again come morning.

 

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The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

Chapter 4

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Raisa was dragged along sobbing. She shivered as the massive iron door creaked open to the main house. The things that she had already witnessed were overwhelming. She was so innocent. She had her whole life ahead of her. She had never dreamed that women or men could be used as slaves, and yet here, she was thrust in the middle of it. She longed so to go home. And now she had lost her protection, Bella. She hoped that Bella was all right. In fact, she hoped she even saw her again. She was not sure of anything. She had heard what Zorg said about not abusing her. She hoped it was true. She was a virgin. She had never been touched anywhere. She could not imagine being forced.

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As the door slammed shut, the servants came running, all scantily dressed. Raisa noticed as she cowered behind Zorg that the women were very beautiful, and the men very handsome. They all looked fit and well cared for even if they were slaves. She relaxed a bit and tried to catch her breath.

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One of the slave girls stepped forward.Â

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"Sir, a new slave?"Â She eyed Raisa up and down.

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Raisa cringed at the stare.

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"Yes, she is new. But she is here to serve me, only me. In fact, there are two new slaves that I brought home. They are both solely for my pleasure and will not be shared among you slaves. Is that understood?"

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           The slaves that had gathered bowed and all chimed. "Yes, Sir."

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Zorg released Raisa's arm. He pushed her in the direction of the slave girl that had stepped forward.

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"Take her upstairs to my quarters. Draw a hot bath and bathe her."

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           Zorg looked at a male slave, rather young and very virile. Muscles rippled over his chest.

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"You will go help her. After she is clean and bathed, you both will bring her to my quarters and present her to me. Make sure she has something to eat also."

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Raisa heard Zorg's words and wanted to scream. Bathe me??? A man? The girl slave was fine but a man?

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           She was horrified but afraid to say anything. She feared for her life.

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The male and female slave stepped to either side of Raisa and grabbed her arms to lead her to the Master's quarters. Zorg disappeared through a side door.

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The stone stairs wound around and around. Raisa hardly had the energy to climb them. She was so exhausted. There were torches that lit the stair well. The main house must have been at least three stories. Raisa had never seen anything so huge. The three of them stopped on what seemed to be the second floor. They turned to go down a long hall. At the end of the hall, Raisa could see two large doors, torches on either side, with two large iron lion heads attached to them. The male slave unlatched the handles and pulled the door open.

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Inside, the room was filled with the light from a roaring fire. The huge lanterns on the wall had the room well lit. It was warm, cozy, and definitely masculine. A large bearskin rug lay on the floor beside a large feather bed. It was the largest bed Raisa had ever seen. The bedposts were as large around as any well grown tree. They were carved and ornate. The headboard was carved also and reached the ceiling just like the bedposts. There were curtains attached between each bedpost that could be pulled together for privacy.

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Raisa shuddered as she noticed shackles on the four bedposts. She even noticed some kind of harness hanging in the corner of the room. There were various and sundry gadgets on the wall, but she had never seen any of them before. She did, however, notice a crop that was mounted and displayed.

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    The other walls of the room had ornate swords displayed, and mounted animal heads. A good hunter, Zorg must have been. There was a tiger's head, a lion's head, elephant tusks, and various other animals’ trophies on the wall of the room.Â

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In front of the hearth was a large leather sofa, with a table and chair beside it. Raisa was pushed into it. She did not speak. She was either too tired or too scared.

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The large while sofa was soft and very comfortable. Raisa laid back to catch her breath. She was so tired.

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The two slaves disappeared through another door and Raisa heard the sound of running water. The two slaves chattered as they worked but Raisa could not hear what they were saying. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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"Wake up! You must get your bath."Â The slave girl was shaking Raisa.Â

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Raisa drowsily opened her eyes and came back to reality. She sat straight up on the sofa. The female had a cup of broth and a slice of bread. She put them down on the table in front of Raisa.

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           "You must eat quickly. I must bathe you and Jamon is going to help me." She said.

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           Raisa pulled back. "NO! Does he have to stay?"

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"Master ordered it, so it must be. We will not hurt you."

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"Oh, please make him go!" Raisa whined. She had never undressed before a man. He had to be at least in his twenties. She was so embarrassed at the thought of having to disrobe in front of him.

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           "I cannot. If I do, I shall be punished. He must stay and help." The girl said.

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Raisa leaned forward and raised the broth to her lips. It was steaming. Her mind raced as she sipped it to figure out a way to get away from these two slaves. There was no where to go. She was a captured animal.  She gulped the broth down and swallowed the last bit of bread as the female slave reached to pull her to her feet.

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           Raisa started to pull away from the girl's grasp. She struggled but to no avail. Jamon came over and took her other arm and they pulled her to her feet and into the adjacent room.

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The large stone bathing pool was steaming. There were bottles of oil and other scents lined beside it. Jamon held Raisa as the female slipped her tunic over her head. Raisa blushed. She watched as Jamon's eyes perused her body. She was standing face to face with him as he held her arms. His eyes traveled the length of her body. Raisa's breasts were small and tear-dropped, firm and the nipples now strutted as the cool air hit them. Raisa wanted to cover herself.

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Jamon's eyes traveled farther down. He smiled when they got to her sex. She only had wisps of pubic hair. Her sex lips were thin and pouty.

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   "Oh what a treasure you will be for the Master!" He smiled as he said it. "I am going to enjoy presenting you to him! I wonder what lies inside those lips."

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Raisa's eyes closed for she did not want to hear that. She bit her lip to keep her mouth shut for she was at his mercy. She was afraid to say anything that might ignite him.

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The girl grabbed her arm again and the two slaves pulled Raisa down the stairs into the bathing pool. It did feel delicious.Â

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They splashed the water over her body. Jamon reached for a bottle of oil. He also picked up a small brush and a cloth.

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"Hold her while I soap her up," he said to the female slave.

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The female pinned Raisa's arms back so her chest stood up. It pushed her breasts forward as the nipples stood straight out. Jamon took the brush, poured some oil on it, and proceeded to scrub Raisa's shoulders. The bristles were soft. The oil lathered and slid down her chest. The brush slid over her nipples. Back and forth. Back and forth. Raisa fought and whined but the female slave had such a hold on her that she could not free herself. She had the strangest feeling when the bristles of the brush touched her nipples. It was almost pleasant and she had a strange sensation in her groin. She did not understand it.

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Jamon worked on her nipples, teasing them with the brush and trying to rub the oil into them. Raisa squirmed and wiggled. He put the brush back on the ledge and used his hands and fingers on her nipples, rubbing them in circles and pinching them. Raisa noticed a tingling in her groin. It was throbbing.

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"Now, there, they are nice and clean. Pull her back so we can bathe her sex. Let's put her on the ledge." Jamon said.

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Raisa's eyes widened.

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"NO! Please! NO!" she begged.

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"Good idea," the female slave replied.

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The two slaves tugged her to the side of the bathing pool. Raisa fought like an animal but was plopped down on her back on the ledge with her legs dangling into the pool from her knees down. The girl pushed her shoulders down and held the there. Jamon perched right between her legs smiling.

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"Now we shall get a look at what lies inside those little pink lips of yours." he chuckled.

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           Raisa tried to kick him. Her legs flailed around and were caught by the female and held tightly, her knees bent. Jamon pushed her legs open. Tears stung Raisa's face. She was lathered with the soap and scrubbed. Once the soap was rinsed off, Raisa felt Jamon's fingers opening her sex.

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           "Okay, now we can look," he said.

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The lips spread way back, the female slave bent closer, as Jamon inspected Raisa's sex closely. His finger slid through the wetness, as Raisa cried.

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           "It is innocent and fresh," Jamon told the female. "It's pink, and she is wet!"

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           The female slave giggled. "Oh she will like being wet!"

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Jamon reached to spread her sex wider and took a finger to push back the hood of Raisa's clit. Raisa gasped when his finger grazed it. She had never felt that before.

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"Look, it is hard! It is truly beautiful erect, isn't it? It is a great size for Master to play with or suck. I wish I could have her." Jamon said.Â

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           "WELL, YOU CANNOT!"

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           A booming voice filled the room. Jamon jumped to attention and the female slave let go of Raisa's legs and arms. They turned to see their Master standing in the doorway.

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Zorg stood there with his arms crossed glaring at them.

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"I told you to bring her to me! You were to bathe her and bring her to me!!" He shouted angrily.

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"Yes, Sir, that is what we are doing!" Jamon answered. "She is ready, Sir!"

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Very well, bring her to my bed and you may go." Zorg commanded.

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The slaves jumped about, rinsing Raisa as she continued to sniff and sob. They dried her, applied some soothing oil to her body which smelled heavenly. It made her relax and it felt so good as they rubbed her aching muscles. They carried her into the Master's room and laid her in the big feather bed. Zorg was standing with his back to them in front of the fire.

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"You are dismissed." Zorg grumbled.

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"Yes, Sir," the two slaves responded in unison. They hurried out of the room, closing the big door behind them.

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All Raisa could remember was opening her eyes for a moment from the bed to see Zorg staring down at her. She drifted off into a deep sleep.

As I entered the bathroom Ben ran up behind me and tackle me to the floor. He said, "Dan and I have a surprise for you." Just then Dan came bursting in with my older sister on his shoulder. Then Ben punch me in the stomach four or five times, then he grabbed my drained nuts and squeezed. I could do nothing as Dan pined my sisters shoulders under his legs and fed her his cock. Soon after Ben did the same to me, a few minutes later they both fucked our skulls so hard he vomited all over ourselves. "Don’t fuck with us today," Dan yelled. They then walked out.

My sister Tracey, is 5'6", weights 125 lbs, has short dark hair, the cutest little minx like nose, the most leveling hazel eyes, a sloppy sexy ass like Rachel Ray, the biggest dark nipples on a wall ever, and has never shaved her pussy or pits, very light skin with dark little feminine hairs all over and is bitchy and has been a tease to Dan and Ben many times.

I turned to see a look of sheer joy on Tracey’s face, she turned to me and saw the same look. I then moved closer and licked some of her vomit out of her delectable ear. I moved to licking the rest of her face and she did the same. As soon as we had each other just about clean mistress N came storming in, in a cop uniform, "you two are late and will answer to me now," she said. She then pulled out her night stick that had a dildo on the long end. She jammed it in my mouth and ordered Tracey to put cuffs on me. Handcuffed and blind folded, she led us to the jail cell in the basement, locked the door and left. Tracey and I climbed onto the bottom bunk and began to spoon and fall asleep.

We awoke to see Butch, a large Bull Mastive lying in the corner of the cell. Tracey climbed down to him and began to rub his belly. "What are you doing that for," I asked. Tracey replied, "well if he is going to fuck you ass he need to be hard, duuuuu." I said, "fine but I better get finally get to eat your pussy and ass." "Duuuuu silly, of course," she yelped. I leaped down, sat behind her and began to rub her nipples and kiss her neck. She had the dog hard now and climbed onto all fours, I did the same. I spit in my hand and rubbed it on my hole as the dog walked behind me. He walked over me and I guided his large cock into my hole, screaming as it entered. Tracey giggled at my screaming and then gasped as it unleashed my tongue on her very wet and tasty pussy. It tasted so yummy and I could smell it all through her hair, it almost made the brutal pounding on my ass seem meager. By the time the dog had filled my ass, my face was dripping wet and I had four fingers easily sliding in. The dog left and laid down in the corner, I then moved to licking her cute little hairy asshole. It is so beautiful looking, the way it starts with a dark yummy center and fades on her cheeks. I tasted heavenly as I licked a few dingle berries. "Finish it," she yelled. So I spit on my protruding hand and jammed it in up to my wrist. Her scream and massive orgasm felt wonderful squeezing my wrist, I sopped up the escaping juices. I pulled out my hand to leave a gapping hole in the dark hairy fault. I quickly moved in with my cock and began to pee in her gash. She turned and said, "you nasty little cunt." 10 seconds later it

full so I laid down under her and watched it poor onto my face. "Take a seat," I said and her big ass lowered onto my face. My tongue danced over her crack once again, tasting better than before now that it had a fresh coat of sweat. After a few tasty licks she got off my face and moved to my cock, but as she was about stuff her asshole with my cock mistress N walked in. "Ohhh! Now you little sluts are in for it!" Miss N yelled. She unlocked the door walked over to Tracey, grabbed her by her hair. Bent her over the bottom bunk and pulled out the cock night stick. "Mmmm! You have the nastiest little hairy crack ever," she said as she shoved 8 inch of the stick in."Get the dog over here butt boy and get him ready," she said. I walked the dog over bent down and began to lick his sheath opening, seconds later the big cock slipped out into my mouth. Mistress N smacked me and said, "that tasty treat is not for you butt boy." She then grabbed the dogs leash and led him behind my sister. He mounted right up and with a little help from me she was getting the pounding of her life. Mistress N then placed a leash and collar on my neck, and ordered me next to sis. She unzipped her pants and pulled out the pink fist again, it made me shiver to see a sexy woman in a uniform of power about to pound my hole. Trace looked over to see me cringe. I then remembered the dog cum in my hole and hoped she would notice. "Oh look," she said, " the nose in your ass is running." She leaned forward o my ear and whispered, "now you know why you get the fist. Tracey was enjoying her pounding when I looked over, then she cringed as the dogs not expanded and exploded in her. I screamed as the fist tore into my hole, "Now clean out you sisters nasty little turd box," Mistress N demanded. She got on the bed, in front of me, I dove in pressing my face as hard as I could in her milky cheeks. Sucking all the sweet dog jizz out that I could. Without warning Tracey pushed back against my tongue and a couple of tiny little morsels slip down my throat, I wanted to chew on them. I smacked her right butt cheek to warn her to stop, she did. After a few minutes more of pounding my ass, mistress N yawned, got up and locked the door behind her. Tracey and I looked at each other and laughed, I pulled her on the bed with me and began to lick her sweaty salty neck, her cute little ears, her cheeks, under her eyes, and even in her bugery nose. I then moved to the best tits and nipples I have ever seen, giving each of them ample attention, they must stick out an inch and half. It was time for my licking desert, I pushed her arms above her head to expose one of the most beautiful sites. I rose up to take in my hairy sisters body and cute face, I the dove in and began licking her unbelievably hairy, tasty, succulent arm pits. I fell in love with them when I was about 13, never really saw it on other girls, which drove me all the more crazy over them. After a few mintues of clean sis, she grabbed my nuts and squeezed them til I screamed. "Now im going to do what mom wants to do to you," She yelled. "Wa wa what’s that," I said. She then pulled out a ball gag from under the pillow and said, "you’ll see little sis." I whimpered at what I knew was coming next, just then mistress N walked in followed by my mom with a suite case. Mistress N unlocked the door and let my mom in.

My mom is a lovely full figured woman, 5'8", 140lbs, she has short light brown hair, lips that could suck the chrome of a trailer hitch, a big round ass, 44dd saggy tits like Christy Canyon that still produced milk and always wished I was a girl.

I sat on the bed next to Tracey as my mom opened the case and pulled out a razor and foam. She the proceeded to shave my lower body. A half hour later she was done and ordered me to stand. I did as she handed me a hot pink thong out. Tracey grabbed my cock and pulled it between my legs and taped it to my thigh. I put on the panties and was handed a lacy bra, fake boobs and put them on. Next my mom pulled out a little red dress, I pulled it up and was ready for makeup. Tracey grabbed the razor and shaved my face. Next she applied the makeup, and a blonde wig. "Come here you little sluty girl," Mom said, and put a leash and collar on me. Next my mom and Tracey left me in the cell so they could go get dressed. They returned half an hour later, my mom was dressed in a suit with a fake mustache, Tracey was in a tiny pink dress with a rather large strapon on. "You my bitch now," Tracey said, as she grabbed my collar and put a blindfold on.

An hour later the blind fold was removed and I saw what looked like a fantasy lesbian/bi/gay bar. I swallowed hard as Tracey and my mom led me into the bar and to a both in the corner. We sat down and ordered drinks, the cutest little server took our order. She had on a tank top that made her pointy tits look yummy, had on a tan skirt that gave her booty the perfect little waddle. She gave me a wink as she left, but Tracey grabbed my collar and pulled me under the table. She unveiled the big red strapon and forced my mouth onto it. My ass was sticking out the end of the booth as I sucked, the server smacked my ass with moms approval as she return with more drinks. A few minutes later a tall blonde slut came and sat next to my mom and they began to flirt. She had long blonde hair in a pony tail, big full lips had the body of a volleyball player. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to burry my face between her thick thigh as I sucked Tracey’s cock. The blonde and my mom retired to the bathroom together, then the server sat next to sis and began to flirt and inquire about me. "He is my bitch of a little brother, Tracey said. The server giggled at her answer, "does he suck anything besides cock," she asked. Tracey smacked my face and said, "Get ready to suck something with some actual blood flow." She handed my leash to the serve named Jordan, and she pulled me under her skirt. There I saw a freshly shaved pussy, with the biggest dark pussy lips I had ever seen. I suck on each lip for what seem like an eternity, I the fingered her butt as I moved to licking between the lips. She screamed as pussy juice sprayed in my mouth and on my face. She pulled me up from under the table, and saw the mascara running down my cheeks, she laughed. Jordan then grabbed my fake boobs and began to lick my face, in the mean time Tracey was up Jordan tank top giving her nipples a pinch. After a few more minutes of licking and pinching Jordan left to go get our food, so I went to the ladies bathroom to fix my makeup. When I returned my mom and her new friend and Tracey we eating. My plate was no where to be found on the table. Tracey grabbed my leash and pulled under the table again, but under he skirt was the red dildo in a hot dog bun cover in vomit, snot and spit. I dove into the best hot dog ever, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the blondes thick thighs open as she placed an empty cup between. I return to the top of the table and the blonde handed me the cup, "Drink up little slut," she said. So I gulped it down in a matter of seconds. Jordan returned and sat with us the rest of the evening, I was passed from pussy to pussy licking each one to a ragging orgasm. I had one more public humiliation as Tracey pulled me on her lap pulled my thong aside and shoved the dildo in my mangina. I screamed as loud as I ever had and a few people next to us laughed at me. We were then asked to leave, so all five us retired back to the ranch. Tracey and I were returned to our cell along with the Blonde who’s name is Jennifer and Jordan. I’m not sure what happened the rest of the evening.

The speaker came to life, with a gentle hissing in the background -- the white noise track, that formed the main part of the slave's auditory experiences.  But the other track was easier to hear:  "...becoming more and more obedient...  Drip... drip... drip...  Every drop of My pee that you swallow...  increases your need to obey...  You must obey Dominica...  Drip... drip... drip...  Every drop you swallow...  every drop of My pee... makes you need to serve Me, more and more...  Drip... Swallow...  Drip...  Swallow and obey..."
 
Dominica flipped the switch again, turning the speaker off.  "Well, you get the idea."
 
Several more slaves had found their faces pressed between their mistresses' thighs.  Licking.  Nuzzling.  In a corner of the room, one was having his nose roughly humped by a woman with red hair.
 
Dominica smiled.  Oh, yes, a very interested crowd.  "Any questions?"
 
The woman in green spoke up again, "Where is the inventor?  I'd like to get one of these."
 
Laughing, Dominica pointed toward the coffin.  "You're looking at him."
 
The room filled with little gasps of delight, and a few wicked-sounding, quiet laughs.
 
"Yes," MzDominica continued, "In a couple of days, we'll take him out.  He'll be too dazed to do any thinking for a while -- not that I encourage that sort of thing around here."  This drew a few more laughs.  "I'll put him put him to work, doing something physical to build up his strength again.  Plowing the fields for spring planting, or maybe pulling a pony cart."
 
"MzDominica," the newcomer said, "I'd like to speak with you afterward, if I may."  She was panting, finding it hard to speak.  She gave a tap of her hand, down at the front of her dress, and said, "Stop."  Deep within the folds of her dress, the slave stopped licking.
 
"Certainly," Dominica said.  "Are there any other questions?  No?  Then feel free to stay awhile and watch.  And be sure to tell your friends!"
 
Most of the women began walking out, slowly returning to the tavern with their slaves in tow.  A couple of them signed the visitor's book near the doorway, and the redhead left with her slave, after dropping a business card on the table.  Now that the room was less crowded, those who remained approached the coffin for a better look.
 
MzDominica remained standing by the coffin, regally still, allowing the newcomer time to realize that it was she who needed to approach Dominica, rather than the reverse.  With obvious reluctance, the woman opened the front of her skirt again and gave a tug on the leash, ordering her slave out into the open again.  She walked step by slow step toward Dominica, glancing at the coffin, then back to Mistress, as if thinking, reconsidering, and evaluating possibilities.  Finally, she closed the distance between them, near enough for a private conversation, without implications of TOO much intimacy.  She had the good grace to incline her head a moment, bow a little, and say, "Mistress Dominica, may I introduce myself.  I am known as Mistress Black."
 
"Very glad to meet you," Dominica replied.
 
"I have a proposal for you, Mistress, if I may."
 
"Yes?  What do you have in mind?"
 
"I run a chain of spas, with franchises all over the country.  Most of them cater only to a female clientele.  Your slave's invention, here, suggests a way I might expand my business to attract the other half of the population.  I can promote them as decompression chambers, for relaxation."  She smiled engagingly.
 
"Go on," Dominica prompted, raising one eyebrow.

"Well, it represents a considerable investment -- so I'm looking, of course, for any ways I can, to reduce my initial costs.  To get any discount I can."
 
Dominica's expression suddenly looked a little less approving.

"What I propose," the newcomer continued, "is to keep YOUR hypnotic suggestions in the sound tracks -- perhaps you can even augment them... so that every man who tries out the decompression chamber will feel compelled to become your slave, and perhaps come here to your Realm for even more training and conditioning."

Dominica's smile slowly returned.  "Mistress Black, we may have something to talk about."  She stepped forward, extending a hand, and touched the newcomer's shoulder.  "Let's go back to the tavern and I'll buy you a drink.  I could use a beer, myself."  She looked back at the coffin.  "My little slave, here, is going to need his reservoir refilled, pretty soon!"  She ushered Mistress Black through the door, ignoring the naked slave who scuttled after her, and followed her, back to the pub.

Left alone in the room, the slave in the coffin continued to lie still.  Slowly breathing.  Drip... Drip...  Drip...  The sleeve around his cock made a thrumming noise for a few moments, caressing, tightening, stiffening... and then went silent.

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More to come, later!

I stand, and fall. I stand again in pure agony from the cock. My holes are shoved tight. He proceeds to gag me, then ties me up and tells me to take a step. I do, and fall over as extra pressure is put on the dildo. "Get up slut." He says "I am taking you to a slave convention. You will be the only female slut there. New torture items will be tested on you. This is exactly 1 month away. You will leave everything I have on you on, until I say. once a week, I will send a new dildo, and you will replace your current one with it. I will appear exactly five minutes after you get the dildo to rety you. If I find that the dildo is all the way in, I will tie it with the same amount of pressure as now. If it is not all the way in, I will tie it with more pressure." And with that, he leaves. So I continue on with my routine. It takes me about an hour to master walking, it still brings me great pain. After I master it, I get in my car and go to work. I have an office job, so I sit at my desk all day. When I am done, I tweak my nipples for 5 minutes, and walk to my car in agony.

"Shit!" I remember that I have to walk for an hour. "Maybe, this once I can not do it." I think. As I finish the thought, Master calls and quickly says, "Go on your walk." And so I do. In the end, I walk baclk to my car in pain. One man asks me if I am alright, I have to say yes. I get home and eat a quick dinner. Even though it is only 8:00, I go to bed. and so it happens, ffor one week. on sunday, a package arrives. I rip it open and unty my bonds. I rip out the dildo and shove in the new dildo. I didn't even look at its size, a massive 24 inches. I manage to get in 20. forgetting the punishment. I kneel by the door. I hear a bang. It is master, OUTSIDE! I had completely forgotten to unlock the door! I hurry and do so. He slams open the door, in pure fury. He bends me over and rips out my dildo. He opens his briefcase, filled with an assortment of travel items, and rips ut a 30 inch dildo, his biggest. He slams the hole thing in my pussy, I scream so loudly! He ties the bondage on and puls it so tight I collapse, putting even more pressure on it. He ties it with the amount of pressure there was as I collapsed and slams the door. I recieve a call, 10 minutes later. "Take a three hour walk from now on, twice a day. This cock wil stay in you for three weeks." I feel a strong buzz go on in my pussy, almost making me orgasm on the spot."Oh, and remember," He says with a chuckle,"No orgasms!"

Finally three weeks were over, my butt was sore fromm the 500 lashes I had gotten for my orgasm. He came over and put on my outfit, leaving the cocks in me. I was to wear a completely see through dress to the convention. He put me in tthe car and removed my butt plug, leaving a gaping hole until he slammed the new one in, 2 times bigger, he had a cloth in my mouth though, it kept me from screaming. My pussy was so sore, I sat in a position that put little presure on it."Sit straight slut." He said, and moved me to a position putting a lot of pressure on the cock.

We got to the convention. There were 3 male slaves there, and about 50 people. I was untied and given relief from the monster cock. I was tied so that all parts of my body were accesible. In an x shape. A women came up to me and kicked me in the pussy, she was wearing wide shoes, and the pain was horrible. I had a set of pool balls shoved up my pussy, which was taped closed as people came up and kicked me in the pussy. I then had another set shoved up my ass and people beat my whole body. I was released from the balls, and people startes putting gags in my mouth,and shoving dildos up my pussy and ass. Master whispered in my ear, "Remember, no orgasms!" I shook with the urge. At one time, I saw a huge spike shoved up my pussy and screamed. I thought I couldn't last, but after painful and pleasurable things were put in my body, I was let down. Master quickly put my outfit and dildo's back in, he must of been drunk, because he put the butt plug in my cunt, and the dildo in my ass! I felt like I was split apart, he started the vibrator up and put on the pressure ties on, they killed my ass, and we started home. He said in a slurred voice, "I'll take 'em off nextweek, cunt."

At that moment, I realized that there was nothing I could ever prefer, than being a slave to my master!

First story! Always looking for constructive criticism!

Thanks for reading!

Visuals of her naked body laid spread eagle and secured with silk scarves stirs his cock into expanding. Writhing and begging for what he intends on giving her. When he decides she deserves it.

The scent of her wafting in his nares only making his excitement intensifying with each stroke of her moist panties up and down his thick shaft. He leans back into the leather loveseat, letting his legs part as he relaxes into the fluffy cushions. His mind releases and lets the fantasy begin.

Picturing her below him, sheets wet between her legs from her pussy juices responding to his standing above her, cock in hand, slowly stroking it. Dominant voice almost commanding her to answer in her typical obedient tone and reply.

“You want me to let you taste this cock, don’t you my love?”

“Oh, Yes Master!” she exclaims excitedly.

“This baby sluts mouth is craving your cream filled cock!”

Shifting his six feet two inch frame above her body. Perfectly patterned hair and a happiness trail down his torso. Spreading his legs as he sits astride her hips, squeezing a few drops of precum onto the round mushroom cock head. Bending forward letting the drops fall onto her red luscious full bottom lip.

“You are not to taste that until you have my permission. Is that understood My Pet?"

She opens her mouth to speak, the drop of precum sweet on her wanting lip.

“Yes Sir, I won’t taste it with out awaiting your permission.”

"Good Girl."

Two words that seared her soul.

Straddling her upper body, he leans his massive size forward, and rubs the head of his cock, against her bottom lip, smearing his precum and leaving more than what he removed.

“You may lick my cock once baby slut, only once, so you better get the best taste you can.”

Moans through a pink tipped tongue spreading out flat against growing fat head, sugary sweet precum dances over taste buds. She savors the taste when she pulls her tongue back in her mouth and roams it over teeth and palate, flavor sensations being imprinted in her memory.

Her body arching up against his as he continues to ride her.

“You like to be my puppy slut don’t you my sweet whore?” A statement more than a question.

He shoves his cock deep into her wanton mouth. He pushes past her gag reflex, seeing the tears in her eyes as his broad girth stretches that tight throat hole of hers. Slippery precum lubricates his shaft making the push forward easier to adjust to.

She submissively takes his entirety, nuzzling her chin and nose against his pubic bone. The soft fur surrounding the base of his cock neatly trimmed but still tickling her face.

He explodes his semen in jets spraying her face, neck, cleavage and hair. He rubs the love seed into her skin, as if it was lotion. She smiles up at him.

He moves off of her body, and begins to walk around the bedroom, gathering items from dressers and nightstands. Wicked glimmers of dark thoughts as he contemplates what to do with her vulnerable young body.

He sets the items down on the edge of the bed. He then removes a blindfold and places it over her eyes.

He begins to pace back and forth, letting off steam, his deranged anxiety getting the best of him. Glancing quickly at his prize, his reward, what he worked and planned for months was finally in fruition.

She was His prisoner, His slave girl! Maniacal laughs out loud as he thinks to himself. She is Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

Without realizing it Micheal released his orgasm in the air, shooting over the back of the love seat and onto the carpeted floor. He stood up abruptly, cursing out loud, searching for a towel to wipe up his pent up release.

“Bitch!” He hisses it.

He uses a handi- wipe to pick up the cold cum on the carpet.

Another reason he is going to have his way with that hot body once he captures her. The plan has to be perfect in order for it to work. He still had some loose ends to tie up before initiating the sequence of events that will bring her home to him.

Ariele decided to walk to the store today, the sun was shining and it felt good on her bare skinned back. Her breasts bounced softly under the halter tops that she made last year with her daughters. She was thrilled they were still in style.

Her long silky hair was in braids, and she tossed them behind her as she walked down the street and into the alley to take the short cut to the Munchkin Market at the end of the street at the corner. She didn’t see or hear the van behind her until the screeching of brakes was upon her.

She felt herself being pulled backwards, an arm around her neck, one around her waist, her heart was beating erratically. She opened her mouth to scream, but was quickly ball gagged and silenced. She tried to kick and scratch, but her legs and arms were being tied and bound. They slipped a burlap bag over her head.

“If you fight me, you will only make this harder on yourself.” His menacing voice sent chills down her spine. She slid down the van wall after being tossed against it, she then heard the sliding door slam.

“Ok, we got her, let’s get out of here now. Boss is going to want her as soon as possible.” His voice was flat.

All he had on his mind was the bonus he would be receiving tonight for the special delivery. He had worked for Micheal for many years, but today, was the oddest request thus far. He would do anything for him, so he never questioned his actions.

Micheal sat at his desk and looked at his watch, knowing that if all went well today his package would be delivered soon. All the preparations from the past few months have been put to task.

Her room was ready, with all the necessities, including stocks, a cage and the wall has been adapted to her specific measurements. He smiled to himself, wondering how long it will take her to succumb to the role she was born to play.

His.

The van parked in front of the mansion. She was led into the library. Hands tied behind her back, feet bound with rope, gagged, mascara streaked down her face. Her difficulty walking became worse with each step.

An intoxicating fragrance stimulated her senses. He walked around her body, studying every inch of her. She could feel his heated gaze, sending flames through out her.

Why, she wondered, could any person under these circumstances have this effect on her body. Chuckles are heard, as if he was reading her mind.

“Are you afraid My Little Pet?”

Quivering whimpers are her only reply. She tries hard to displace the silk rope that is binding her wrists together.

He places his hands around her neck and removes the ball gag, then removes her blindfold.

“I am only going to do this if you promise not to yell. You won’t yell now will you my sweet treat?” Again, more of a statement rather than a question.

She shakes her head back and forth.

Relief washes over her face as the blindfold is removed and her eyes adjust to the lighting of the room. Her hands shake behind her as her nerves begin to let go, and the reality of the situation dawns on her.

 

She looks up at this handsome man who abducted her.

“My family will be looking for me, they will call the police.”

Arrogant tones, “I’ve already thought of everything my dear.” He holds up a tape recording of her new voice message on her answering machine.

“Hi, this is Ariele, I’m out and about for a week of fun and frolic, leave a message and I will get back to you. I’ll send you a postcard from Mexico.”

Defiant glares at him, stomping her foot pointlessly. “How did you do that? How dare you copy and record my voice!”

Blue eyes darken a shade, then fear creeps up her cheeks and spreads across her face as his looks go from tolerant to incensed.

Dark gray bordering on smoke filled looks glare at her as then he leans forward and almost hisses in her ear.

“I will do what ever I want to you, when ever I want to. Is that understood?” Emphasis on what and when.

Steps back and raises an arched brow at her when not hearing a comment or reply. A swift spank of his hand across her backside.

“Capice’?”

A stuttered reply from her lips. “Ya yes.”

Another hard smack across her globe shaped cheeks.

“Yes What?”

Confused looks at him, not knowing how he wants her to address him.

His eyes cold and uncaring.

“Sir, I want you to call me Sir.”

Dominating manner. “ And I won’t tell you again.” Emphasis on won’t.

“Sir, Yes Sir.” She says begrudgingly.

He realizes that training her will take some time; though, by the looks of her and the way she handles herself, getting to know her by watching her for the past few months. He knew that all of his patience will be greatly rewarded.

“One Sir per answer is enough.”

His arm raises over her delectable curves, but instead of spanking her again, he rubs his semi calloused hand in big circles, taking the sting out of her flesh.

She whimpers in response to his caring actions.

Her body begins to relax after feeling his soothing touches. Her eyes remain on him, feeling small next to his tall strong build, once again he leans in towards and whispers in her ear.

“It’s a dance, a tango of sorts, which we will learn together.”

He reaches out and places both of his hands on her hips. Leans into her petite frame; and, looks deeply into her eyes and says in a very erotic tone.

“My sweet peach, you and I will become very close.”

He looks intently upon her small five feet four inch frame before stepping back, once again undressing her with his penetrating gaze. His feelings for her contained.

A blush appears up and down her body, feeling heated by his lustful looks. Her eyes swollen from crying, streaks of tears still damp on her cheeks.

His hand sweeps the side of her cheek, wiping the tears off her face and then stroking a cheek with his thumb. He then speaks to her in calm even tones.

“I am not here to hurt you. You are here for training.” A pregnant pause,

“Training to be Mine.”

 

Part Two: Training

Ariele is dizzy under his lewd stares, she lets her breath out slowly, feeling the ground underneath her move slightly. Intake of hot breath, she almost trips leaning to far to the left.

He catches her in his strong embrace, and holds her body close to his for a few moments before lowering himself down and untying the leather straps that bind her ankles together. Demure sounds form a sentence.

“Thank you, Sir.”

His eyes light up momentarily giving his true feelings for her away, but she wasn’t paying attention to the wide eyed puppy dog looks.

“You‘re welcome.” Was his only reply.

He began circling around her body again, his riding crop drawing up between the crack of her butt, and around each nipple, causing them to become erect and wanting attention.

Unconsciously she has had a fantasy about being a love slave for years, but never had the guts to seek out a real experience. Some how what she thought would happen, and what was really about to happen were a very different scenario in her mind.

Every nerve on her body was responding to his every touch. Whether it be with his bare well manicured fingertips or the end of the black leather riding crop. Her body was igniting, with embers burning in her pussy, dripping on her white cotton panties.

Soft moans escape her lips. She looks at him desperately. “ Please, Sir, what ever you do, please don’t hurt me! I have children, I have family. I have friends that love me!”

Once again he leans in her lithe body, letting his nose take in her scent.

“Ariele, all of your friends are aware of this little journey that you and I are going to travel together. Starting now!”

His tones boom in her body, and before she knows what’s happening, his lips press firmly against hers. His mouth opening over her welcoming mouth, his tongue probing out, seeking the sweetness of her tongue. Suckling on it, both tongues swirl and dance together as moment pass.

Fires exchanging and igniting within his loins and hers, both of them feeling the spark of electricity between them. Flickers burning hotter now for both of them.

Not knowing that each of them are on the same page, the flirting begins.

She spreads her legs trying to balance her stance, having her arms still tied behind her, with pleading looks she asks him.

“Please Sir, I promise not to try and runaway, but can you please loosen or unbind my wrists?”

Ariele turns her body around, to let him see how red her wrists are getting. He almost screams and startles her.

“Sam!”

A man the size of a mountain comes bailing in the room.

“Yes Boss?”

“Why are her wrists red?” Angry looks at Sam. “Did I not specifically request she not be hurt?”

Micheal looks at his employee with a disappointed expression.

“Yes Boss, you did.”

“Then why is she hurting?”

“Get the ice, and a something to wrap up her wrists with. On second thought, bring me two ace bandages?”

Ariele was relieved when she heard him speak so concerned for her welfare.

Sam came back into the room, offered Micheal the crushed ice packs and two pink ace bandages as he had requested.

“You may be excused until further notice Sam, and I am very displeased by the way her wrists look. I am holding you accountable for them.”

“Yes, Boss Sir.”

Sam leaves the day room. Off to take care of his masters requests of the day.

Micheal takes Arieles’ hand and guides her to sit on a divan. He places both of her hands on his lap. She stares at him, taking him in. Wondering what kind of man is he, one that can be both a fierce kidnapper and a kind gentle man.

Her interests for him grew immediately as she watched him tend to her sore wrists. Just his warm touch and gentle massaging of tigers balm made them feel better.

His eyes meet hers while he wraps each wrist. Tenderly and patiently placing the ice over her small wrist, and then bandaging each one slowly, making sure it wasn’t wrapped too tightly. Following the instructions of how to wrap a limb on the back of the package.

She laid back against the divan, and then he looked at her, intent on reading her thoughts, and realizing that she was too comfortable, she needed to be taught still that he was the one in control.

He pulls her to a stand and takes her down several stairs and stone hallways, to a door that was locked tight when they stood in front of it.

“ This is the dungeon.”

“ This will be your new home.”

Shocked looks of disbelief standing outside the room, she had no idea that on the other side of the door was her dream room, with every thing she had ever desired.

He had gone to some lengths and spent an unmentionable amount of money making sure that every one of her sexual desires will be satiated in the next coming weeks.

“I am not afraid.” She states adamantly.

“No need to be, for you will be at peace once I have this door open.” He pried the key into the lock and turned it. The heavy door bolted open after the lock was released.

Inside is a queen size captains bed, the drawers under the mattress all filled with sexy lingerie from Victoria Secrets. All of her favorite dress up outfits being replaced, silk stockings galore, garter belts, corsets, heels, teddies, baby doll jammies, and a drawer full of sex toys.

Night stands on each side of the four poster captains bed. Huge posters, that with the right equipment can be used for hours and hours of teasing pleasure. Wicked grins as he thinks of what he will do to her. A swing hangs above the bed.

He takes her hand and leads her into the vast room. Lighting candles to shed light in the darkness. Inside was not at all what she had expected. Instead was this beautiful boudoir that was full of sensual gifts and erotic torture devices.

Her eyes lit up when she saw the hot tub in the corner. She turned her head to look at him, a smile creeping on his face quickly disappears when their eyes meet.

A narrowed glare at her, as he surveys her body in one long hungry state.

Realizing that he has waited long enough to get what he wants. He reaches for her wrists, removing the bandages and ice, inspecting them to make sure she can endure hours of bondage.

“I see your hands have recovered Little One.”

“Yes Sir, they feel much better. Thank you.”

He gently guides her to the wall. He removes her silk blouse, and unhooks the lace bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it into a hamper in the far left corner of the stone room.

Once her wrists were secured with fur lined leather straps attached to the wall. He unzipped her short black leather skirt, and slid it down over her hips, and down at her feet. He lifted one foot at a time to guide her out of the waist of her skirt. He then tossed the skirt in the same bin as her blouse. He knew he had picked out several outfits for her, that he had purchased at Katherines’ Boutiques, her favorite clothing shop.

Ariele stood there and listened to her inner voice arguing internally.

“I can’t believe you are letting this guy do this stuff to you. Are you freakin’ nuts?”

“I can’t believe how excited I get with butterflies and everything when he kisses me.”

Always the conundrum, ambivalent feelings.

The feeling was soothing to her skin at first as he secured her feet the same way as her wrists, with leather straps lined with fur.

He gently stroked up her legs, from ankles to thighs, to right between her legs at her wet sex. Looking up at her he asks her.

“Tell me about how you are going to make a nice little cock whore for me?”

The question vibrated in her loins, instead of being horribly insulted she was dangerously excited. She was beginning to entertain ideas of intimacy with this man.

“You will become my nasty little whore; and, I, I will become your Master.”

She moans out softly.

“Yes Sir, I want to be your willing little cock slut.”

The words came out before she realized what she just said. And strangely she wasn’t surprised. This attractive man was starting to turn her on.

Micheal reaches out and traces the swell of her breasts with his fingers after he rises from securing her ankles to the wall. He looks directly into her blue eyes.

“I will make you my cock whore, and you will learn to worship like a good little cock slut.” Then a pregnant pause.

“Do you understand this Ariele?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers lace in her hair, looking into your eyes, his breath hot over her parted mouth.

“You want to be my cock whore, don’t you My Sweet Pet?”

His fingers feel between her legs to the secret place that assures him what she is really feeling… Intensity.

She shakes her head back and forth quickly a few times.

He chuckles. “Your body betrays you Little One.”

A smile creeps up on his face, she notices the change in his eyes immediately and is thrilled to see a tender softer side to him albeit briefly. His fingers probe her wet slit, she closes her eyes and moans out.

He knows at that instant she is his, he has to prove it to her now.

Lustful looks at her, lengthy ravenous gazes, his crisp blue eyes penetrating her soul. She can almost hear his masculine tones reverberating in her soul.

“You are mine!”

Micheal knew he had to have her soon, but he didn’t want to give her cock until she begged for it first. He had to know she was his before he blessed her with his love and gift of Domination.

Slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling it off, setting it to the side, looking down into her wide eyes. Unbuttoning and unzipping his Calvin Kline jeans, slowly sliding them down off his hips and kicking them aside, he stood there dressed in black silk boxers, his hard cock evident under the fabric. His eyes never leaving hers, maintaining that piercing intent look.

He leans into her body, pressing his manhood against her thighs.

He hisses in her ear. “You have to ask for it little cock whore of mine.”

She shivers, his hot breath against her neck, the sounds of his words like a spark of flame spreading through her body igniting burning embers in her loins. Her breathless reply is but a whimper.

His fingers tweaked at each one of her taut pinkish nipples, tugging and twisting them between his forefinger and thumb. His left hand moved down her flat belly, over her mound, to her wet inviting slit.

Micheal stood inches from her, stroking his cock in his right hand, squeezing and pinching the head at the end of every stroke.

She could hear him pleasuring himself in front of her. This excited her greatly. More heat seared through her.

He rubbed his fat head against her moistness, twirling the mushroom around her clit in counter clockwise circles.

She sucks in a breath and almost purrs out.

“Cock Sir.”

Laughter is heard. A tug of her hair, pulling her head back, piercing stares into her bedroom blue eyes.

“You will have to do better than that.”

A hard slap is felt on the side of her thigh, burning red now.

“Cock Sir, I need your cock, please let me taste it. I need to have it in my mouth Sir.”

She surprised herself with the genuine whine. She wondered where this was coming from inside her.

He awakened a surreptitious passion in her.

For many years now she had fantasized about giving herself completely to a man.

She wondered if this man standing in front of her, stroking his sex, could he be the one?

Her daydreams stopped abruptly as she felt another smack against her ass cheek.

“Ouch! Hey! That hurt!” She glared at him.

He shut her up by pressing his mouth over hers, terminating her words. Broke the kiss to slap the side of her leg very hard, leaving a welt.

“Do not ever glare at me again,” a deep breath “ And do not ever show me defiance or attitude.”

A gentler tone. “Do you understand little one?”

A fingertip curls under her chin, lifting it closer to his face, his deep gaze pierces her. Glimpses of a smile, then a full mouth kiss, deep, forceful, intent on owning her.

His index finger and thumbs reach up to each brown pinkish nipple, rolling them around, as the kiss intensifies.

His broad hairy leg pressed between her legs, still bound and tied to the wall. He pinched her nipples hard, holding firmly onto them.

“I asked you a question!” Starting with a stern I, with emphasis on you, and then finishing in a softer tone.

Fearful looks up at him. “Yes Sir, I understand,” quivering voice in reply.

“Good girl.” He releases the grip on her taut nipples.

She breathes a sigh of relief, having with stood enough pain thus far.

 

Part Three: The Long Tease

The dungeon is cool this time of evening. The windows are opened to receive the inviting fragrance of jasmine which grows wild in bushes under the window boxes.

Just enough moonlight peers through the windows illuminating the shimmer of her body scantily clad in black lace garter belt and matching silk stockings.

Ariele lays blindfolded, spread eagle on the four poster bed, tied with silk scarves. Her breasts are bound with pretty purple silk rope, only enough to increase stimulation to them. Nipple clamps are applied and connected to a long light weight silver chain.

The chain is attached to a leash, which is held in Micheals tight grasp as he sits in the burgundy leather with his left leg crossed over his right knee. He is considering the list of things he plans on doing to her tonight.

Sensual teases with a long tipped red feather, massage with raspberry kiss kama sutra oil, probing her tight sweet asshole with anal beads, teasing her endlessly with a clit stimulator.

He wonders if she remembers the agreement they made years ago about making their fantasies becoming realities.

Micheal gets up off the claw foot winged back chair and sits on the edge of the bed. He loosens the silk scarves that secure her ankles.

He reaches for a long red tipped feather. He chuckles under his breath as he begins to stroke the silk stockings covering her legs, from feet to mid thigh. Taking his time, curling the tip in every contour and curve of her leg.

He smiles as he watches her body respond to him accordingly to his plan. Goose bumps appear on Ariele flesh, the red tipped feather tickling her skin soothingly.

Even though her wrists are bound and she is unable to move her hands, she still feels like she can touch him, with a word, with a movement, with a sigh or a moan. She knows their bond is growing.

His fingers touch lightly against her thigh as he flicks the garter strap releasing the stocking in both front and back of each leg. Then he rolls the silk stocking slowly down each leg, making a trail of kisses that follow from her thigh all the way down to her toes.

He kisses the top of each toe, suckling each one for a moment. He tosses the stockings on the floor next to the bed, he may decide to use them later when tying her up in another position.

He picks up the bottle of love oil that he purchased at her favorite adult store Erotic Boutique. It’s has been soaking in hot water for an hour or so now. He then opens it, holds the bottle to her nose, so she recognizes the familiar scent of fresh picked raspberries.

He pours the warm oil in the palm of his hand, rubbing them together before placing them both on her left foot. One at a time with a strong but tender touch, he massages her feet.

Ariele moaned out in pure pleasure. “Oh” and then, “ Oh, god that feels so good.” She purred the word good.

She thinks she died and went to heaven. His strong manly hands alleviating any tension she had about him with each tender massage to her feet. He can feel his warm hands permeating her smooth skin, over both her ankles and up the back of her athletic calves.

Deep resonating male tones. “You like this when I touch you My Pet?

“Oh Yes Sir, I do, very much so.” She replies to him sincerely.

Micheal continues to work his way past her ankles, finding the tender spots on each calf, then using both hand with each thigh, lifting her legs in his strong grasp and kneading her firm flesh.

She moans out softly as his hands continue to work their magic on her muscles.

He holds her feet to his face, and sucks her greater left toe into his mouth, nursing on it like it was a nipple feeding him sweet breast milk.

He methodically nurses and suckles on each one of her toes. The sweet taste of the kama sutra oil on his tongue. He licks his way up to the inside of her thigh.

His breath hot on her shaved mound, talking to her as if her hot cunt was her mouth.

“Now my sweet peach, you are going to moan and beg for me, yes My Cherished Pet?” His voice so smooth, so sexy, hearing those words made her instantly hot.

“Yes Sir,” pleading cries, “Sir, I need your hot mouth on my wanting cunt so badly, please I beg you to taste me Sir.” The words need and beg prominently expressed.

Instead of kissing her sweet cunt he pinched each nipple, knowing the blood supply to her sensitive dime size nipples is being cut off from the silk roping. He knew by her reaction that it was pleasurable. She whimpers.

He tugs on the leash that is attached to her nipple clamps. He moves to the other side of the captains bed and sits next to her. Picking up and holding above her hot dripping candle.

She feels something fall upon her clamped nipple. It was warm and soothing.

“More please Sir,” a whine more than a whimper this time.

He drizzles more drops onto both nipples. Leaving a red wax droplet trail from one pinkish tan erect nipple to the other. A few droplets on her peach size areolas.

The smell of black cherry wafts in the room mixing with the raspberry kiss scent. The scent of him, the scent of her perfume, mingling of the fresh fruit scents was erotically intoxicating for them both.

“You are such a good little candle slut, you will be rewarded for your obedience My Pet.”

His hand reaches down and fingers her slit, moist and ready for any intrusion. Two fingers thrusting in and out of her inviting cunt forcefully.

She moans out loud into the cool night air, the power of her breath swaying the candles, causing the flickers to dance.

He hisses at her. “You have to ask for it little cock whore!”

“Oh God, more, please give me cock Sir, I need your cock Sir.”

He laughs at her. “You will have to learn to do much better than that my sweet treat.”

He puts the candle away, and blows it out. He dips his fingers in the glass of ice water and retrieves an ice cube. He sets it on a nipple, holding it there for moments, and then moving to the next nipple. Alternating every two to three minutes. Her nipples become numb with in 5 minutes. Then he removes the nipples clamps.

He lowers his hot mouth onto a rigid cold nipple, and bites down on it, hard, then suckles it hungrily, receiving a nourishing drink. The heat of his mouth melts the cold numbness away leaving throbbing overly sensitive nipples.

She screams out in pleasure from the suckling, her let down reflex flowing in, her toes curling. She can feel the milk rushing into his desirous mouth.

He drinks his treat, his cock throbbing from the erotic nature of his thirst. He must stay in control though. He has to prove to her that she is His. He raises his head and looks at her thoughtfully.

“My Cock is what you crave, right my little cum slut?”

She replies with excited tones, hoping that soon she will get what her mind, body and soul crave most, his super thick man meat. Her mouth begins to drool.

“Oh yes Sir, your cock is what my mouth wants more than anything.”

He straddles her chest, pushing the bound tits together, sliding his rock hard cock in between the gateway to her ravenous mouth. His hands lace through her hair, grasping a handful of it.

“Suck it you little cock whore!”

His demanding tones shock her. He tugs on her hair roughly. Just a minute ago he was being so tender with his touches and gestures, and now his darker side is coming out. Should she fear him again?

Her mouth opens wide to take in the fat mushroom head, not much more than his head will fit in any woman’s mouth. He thinks to himself it is the curse of having a large dick.

Micheal pushes his large cock head deep into her mouth, approaching the opening of her throat. He can feel her tight throat muscles clamping down on his girth, as he pushes past her gag reflex. He lets her throat get used to his thickness by stopping and then moving forward. His hands caress her silky locks.

“That’s a good little cock sucker baby, keep going, keep taking my rock hard rod into your mouth.”

He knows that he needs to pull out soon or she will pass out from lack of oxygen.

He pulls out quickly, and watches as she takes in a huge breath of air. He removes her blindfold and wipes the tears from her eyes.

His mouth lowers over hers and he kisses her tenderly at first, then passionately, yanking her hair, jerking her head back, and placing a passionate kiss on her mouth.

He raises his head over her face, looks deep into her eyes. Then he sets his plump cock head against her bottom lip.

Smacking her lips with his cock. Fat purple head against red ruby lips. He wanted a camera to take a picture. He leans his body far to left and opened the drawer to the nightstand retrieving a digital camera. He places the head of his cock against her sultry lips, leaning back a bit to capture the perfect angle, making sure her fuck me eyes were centered properly. He clicks the snap shot button.

Ariele looked up at him with her best bedroom eyes and cover girl smiles. Feeling the heat of his man meat against her puffy just got fucked looked mouth, she moaned out to him. She opened her mouth wide just as she heard him click the picture.

“You’re going to be my cover girl slut now aren’t you Princess?”

Her pussy twitching at the thought of him taking pornographic pictures of her.

“Yes Sir, I will do anything that you ask.” She replies to him submissively.

Micheal walks around the bed snapping pictures of her at every angle. Close up shots of her wanton cunt and perky asshole will become screen savers for him later.

With her best fuck me looks at him Ariele whimpers and pleads. “ Sir, please Sir, please let me taste your cock. I desire your cock, I need it with all that I am Sir. ”

She wonders where this obedience is coming from with in her, and realizes that he makes her pussy sizzle, and she wants his cock and is willing to do what ever she needs to get it. Her mission to suck and fuck has begun.

He smirks at her, she wants cock, she will get it. He rings a bell, summoning in Sam, his trusted employee.

He unties her wrists, making sure that there is no damage done to her.

“Get on your hands and knees my little cock starved whore,” pauses “and await your destiny.”

She rubs her wrists, looking up at him intently, wondering what plans he has for her. Her pussy tingles in anticipation as she waits for his next instruction.

Part Four: For An Eternity

Sam walks into the dungeon, the cool night air hits his face. He doesn’t know why he is called down to see Micheal.

“Yes Boss?”

Micheal looks over at his prize, almost naked, hands and knees on the bed. He strokes her ass and her exposed cunt.

“Isn’t this the prettiest pussy you have ever seen?”

Embarrassed looks at him. “Uh, yes Boss.” His big thick dark dick twitches in his jeans as he watches Micheal petting her pretty playboy pussy. He looks at her hungrily.

“What are you are waiting for, I want you to fuck her. She is a greedy needy little cock slut, and I want to reward her for her good behavior.”

He runs his fingers through her silky hair petting her while he watches Sam disrobe. He never knew how big his dick was until now, he had his ideas, but the thick hard rod that stood at attention was a bit intimidating, even for him.

“You are going to show me what a good little fuck toy you are, aren’t you my cherished Pet?” then he asks, “You will take all the cock I give you, won’t you my sweet treat?”

Sam walks towards Ariele as she waits patiently on hands knees on the bed. The silk Japanese style roping still decorating her vivacious body. He holds his large hand over her ass, and looks up at Micheal for permission to continue. Micheal nods, and he caresses her soft round ass cheeks.

“Yes Sir, this hungry whore will take all the cock you give me.”

She turns her head to look at Sam, eyes widen when she catches a glimpse of his over large milk chocolate thick member. She gulps and swallows then turns her head to face Him.

He reads her mind, smiles tenderly at her. “You did just tell me you would be a good cock slut, yes?” Then in a sterner voice he asks. “You will honor your words, yes?” He tugs on her hair as he looks down at her.

Earnest looks up at him, “ Yes Sir, I will do as you say.”

He responds by caressing her cheek. Tender looks into her eyes.

Sam looks at her cleanly shaven pussy, wet from teasing, her butterfly lips are open as if to invite him for a taste.

He stands behind her and strokes his rock hard member with one hand as the other hand pets her pussy.

Ariele feels his large fingers groping her, surprised that she was so willing to let a stranger touch her that intimately. Her internal dialogue argues. I’m a slut, I can’t believe I am letting this man touch me this way.

Then the other side speaks to her. I’m a slut! Yes! I am a slut! I celebrate being His cock slut, His cock whore, His baby slut, His nasty slut, His cum slut, His fuck toy.

The thoughts made her cunt twitch and spread heat through out her. Her eyes dilate, her heart begins to beat faster as she begins to realize her destiny in this mans life.

She looks up at Micheal lovingly, happy that he has released this neediness with in her.

He looks down at her with knowing looks, then turns his attentions to Sam and his assignment to fuck his soon to be wife.

Sam slides the head of his cock up and down her moist glossy pink slit. Pops his cock head right into her tight little fuck hole.

Micheal continues to run his fingers through Arieles’ auburn hair, soothing tones as he watches Sams body movements, knowing he has penetrated her, and knowing the girth of his shaft might be too much for her to take.

“That’s a girl my sweet, take all the cock, relax that pussy of yours, concentrate on my voice, concentrate on me.”

“Yes Sir.” Was all she could say, she was doing her best to accommodate the massive penis that was invading her wanting cunt.

Sam pushed his big dark cock into Arieles’ tight soaked pussy, closing his eyes enjoying living a fantasy he has had for many months. He would never tell Micheal that he lusted over his fiancée. As he fucked her he thought how ecstatic he was to be Micheals employee and the perks that were included in the job.

Ariele screamed out as he forced his mass into her tight pussy. It was a pleasurable pain as he moved in and out of her. Her cunt responded, adapting to his thrusts, relaxing her pussy more and more with each thrust.

“Good girl, now I am going to reward you for your good behavior.”

Micheal continued to stroke silky strands of hair, then grabs a fistful of her, placing the plump mushroom head of his cock onto her bottom lip, sliding it back and forth across her full mouth.

Ariele moans out in pleasure, and with pleading eyes opens her wanton lips, needing to have her mouth stuffed full of his rock hard cock.

Reading her mind he says softly. “No, not yet my pet, you must wait until I feed it to you.”

Her eyes blink, the look on her face almost pained as she feels Sams cock driving deeper inside her, filling up her soaked tight cunt. He grunts and thrusts into her, ramming his thick rod in and out of her.

He hands Sam the black anal beads. “ You know what to do with these.”

Sam, wanting to please his boss and himself as well, takes them and presses the smallest one against Ariele tight puckered cherry asshole. Spitting on it to lubricate the ball so that it goes in smoothly.

He repeats these steps until every last anal bead is secure in her tight ass, he tugs at the end of the chain and releases the last one, only to press it firmly back into her fixed ass again.

Micheal knew this was the perfect time to give her what he knew she needed. He pressed his cock head into her mouth.

“Suck it my sweet princess.” His tones commanding.

Obediently she obeys, opening her mouth wider for him, suckling on him like a newborn baby, hungry for mothers milk. She looks at him with her fuck me eyes as he feeds her, pushing and forcing his cock down her throat stretching it wider.

Sam continues to hammer her honey sweet pussy, the scent of her sweetness wafting in the air. His huge balls smack against her clit, as his hips pound against wet cunt.

Micheal thrusts his hips against her face, holding her head steady, intense passionate looks down at her, force feeding her what he knows she craves. His cock throbbing in her tight throat, almost cutting off her oxygen supply.

He removes his prick from her mouth, long enough for her to catch her breath, only to shove it back in. Pounding her face like it was a pussy, needing to release his satisfaction, but holding onto it until she begs. He pulls out of her mouth.

“Give me cock, make me your dirty nasty slut, oh please Sir, please let me taste your hot cum, I need it so badly, my mouth yearns for your fulfillment!”

He hears her moans and cries for sustenance from him, and she knows with out a doubt this is the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

He thrusts his love meat down her throat and releases his passion into it. Removing it as he continues his orgasm and sprays her face with creamy hot cum.

“That’s a good little cum slut, drink all of my seed, keep your mouth wide open so I can feed what I know you hunger most for.”

Ariele felt him unload into her throat, the hot seedy semen spewed down it and she swallowed the cum greedily. She sucked his fat mushroom head as he pulled out, not wanting to let go.

Sam hears Micheals moan putting him over the edge, he grabs Arieles’ curvy hips and with one last arching thrust he rams his cock into her depths, releasing pulsating sperm into her tight slippery pussy.

He pulls the string of anal beads out of her ass, watching them pop out of her, releasing one at a time. He tosses the beads onto the bed.

Ariele moans out in unbridled passion, her body shaking from being fucked at both ends at once.

Her pussy and ass throb missing Sams gifts inside her.

The smell of sex and body heat fills the air.

Sam pulls his long limp dick out of her, rubbing the excess cum onto her ass in small circles with his plump purplish head. Smalls beads of sweat glistens at his brow, he wipes it off with the back of his hand. Arieles’ body was moist from perspiration, her ass arched in the air shimmering in the light.

Sam bends over to retrieve his dark denim jeans off the floor. He stands and begins to put them on.

Micheal walks over and pats him on the back, “Thanks Sam, I owe you one.”

“Wasn’t that the sweetest piece of ass you have ever had?”

"Yes Boss." Flustered, he doesn't know what else to say.

Sam, finished with gathering his personal belongings leaves the dungeon. Closing the door behind him.

Micheal turns and looks at Ariele, still on her hands and knees, her body glistening in the candle lit dungeon.

He walks over to her, lightly cups her chin his hand, holding his cock head to her lower lip, smearing her with a light gloss of cum.

“Did you enjoy that my sweet peach?” He asks her in tender tones.

“Oh Yes Sir!” The look in her eyes was all he needed to see.

“Good girl.”

Her pussy tingling immediately warming to those two little words.

He says to her with compassionate loving tones. “It pleases me to hear you say that kitten.”

He opens a jewelry box, and places the leather braided heart locked choker around her neck. “You are mine, born to serve me, created to compliment me in every way.”

Ariele fingers the necklace, knowing in her heart of hearts that she was destined to kneel at Micheals feet for an eternity.

Her smiles reflect the elation she feels knowing she is His.

Micheal picks her up, sweeps her into his arms and carries her upstairs into his bedroom. He lays her on the bed, and covers her with a black satin sheet.

He joins her on the bed, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, spooning her, the gentle sound of her slumber lulling him to sleep.

He closes his eyes and he goes over the days events. He hopes that he has fulfilled this fantasy for her the night before their wedding. The last thing he hears before going to sleep is her mumbling.

“I love you, thank you for fulfilling yet another one of my fantasies.”

Thwack!  "Never,"  Thwack!  "ever,"  Thwack!  "EVER!"  Thwack!  "touch me with your hands, without permission, slave!"

vomit felt his fingertips stinging, raging with pain, and fought back tears.

"On the floor.  Back against the toilet.  NOW!"

He dropped to hands and knees, and scurried across the bathroom to comply.  Mistress usually relieved herself after a bath, and the slave opened his mouth wide to receive her golden nectar.  He closed his eyes tight, not permitted to gaze at Mistress Black's smooth, muscular beauty.
 
"Close your mouth, slave!" she commanded.

He obeyed, and felt himself being showered with Mistress' pee, spraying all over his face, his shaved head, down his torso.  Dripping down his arms, his legs.  The scent of her piss made his cock want to rise, and he had to fight hard to keep it soft, even as his gasps for breath snuffled the droplets of her pee, noisily, into his nostrils.  His mouth tightened with the effort, of remaining soft... and quiet...  Suppressing the need to open his mouth, and feel the long, warm stream against his tongue, down his throat, warming his insides, soothing him...  All denied...  Denied, and dribbling down his chin and neck, onto the floor... cooling...

"Now," Mistress said, "Clean up this mess.  With your tongue, slave.  Every drop.  Lick it up -- but you're NOT allowed to swallow!"  She chuckled.  "Your punishment.  Spit EVERY drop into the toilet.  Then do your usual clean-up."  She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times.  "And wash yourself up.  You're disgusting!  You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!"

"Yes, Mistress," vomit answered.

"Did I say you could speak?"  Mistress raised her hand, ready to deliver a blow if the slave replied.  Wisely, he only shook his head.  Good.  She wasn't feeling kindly enough to the little slug to hurt her hand enough to punish him.

The slave leaned forward, and began licking Mistress Black's pee off the floor tiles.  Getting a mouthful, crawling over to the toilet, spitting.

Of course, since he was of no use for dressing her, Mistress had to put on her bathrobe herself.  He would suffer more for that... later...

She walked out the door, down the hall, to the living room.  Her easy chair was properly arranged, with a glass of Chablis and a small plate of grapes and cheese.  Mistress eased herself down into the chair, enjoying the soft embrace of the smooth leather surface.

"Would Mistress like this slave to brush out her hair?"

The voice came from behind Mistress Black.  Her new slave, Sheila.  The young auburn-haired woman didn't have a slave name, yet.  She had not yet shown Mistress, what she would find to be truly demeaning.

"You will kneel in front of me, before you dare speak to me, slave," Mistress replied.  "Bring the riding crop from the wall behind you."

In a moment, Sheila appeared before Mistress, in a tight French maid's uniform, made entirely of rubber.  The skirt was short, not quite long enough to cover her closely shaved pussy in front, nor her smooth, round buttocks in back.  She knelt in front of the chair, arms extended up and forward, holding the riding crop high and horizontal.

"Not quite level, slave," Mistress chided her.  "Which end should be higher?  THINK!  Correct it, NOW!"

Flustered, Sheila looked up at the riding crop, trying to figure which hand needed to be raised.

"Eyes DOWN!  Learn to do it by feel!" Mistress Black commanded.

Sheila looked at the rug beneath her, carefully imagining what her hands must look like.  Right side higher, she guessed... hoped...  She raised the left side, just a little.  And waited.  She could hear the clock over the mantle, counting off the seconds.  Tick, one...  Tick, two...  Had she gotten it right?

Suddenly, she felt the crop removed from her hands.

"Better..." Mistress began, "but not high enough."  Thwack!  She struck Sheila's left hand, the blow stinging against her knuckles.  "You will try harder, next time."

"Y--"  Sheila cut herself off before getting too far with her response of "Yes, Mistress."  She pressed her lips tightly together and nodded.

"Good girl," said Mistress.  "Now, straddle my right foot.  Push your pussy down onto it."  Sheila walked forward on her knees, and sank down onto Mistress' foot.  "That's right, get it deep up inside there."

Mistress gently stroked Sheila's left cheek with the riding crop, teasing her.  Then the right cheek, as she sank deeper onto Mistress' toes, wiggled her hips, then sank further, her own buttocks pressed against the backs of her high-heeled pumps.  Mistress wiggled her toes, and Sheila gasped, trying to hold her hips still.  Staring at the floor, struggling NOT to look at Mistress' strong, smooth thighs.  Mistress Black pushed her foot up... and down... up... and down...  Tears formed in Sheila's eyes, as she tried to suppress the need to squeal, to moan...  Up... and down...  Suddenly, she felt a pulling, a drawing, as Mistress removed her foot from Sheila's cunt.

"I need a foot massage, slave," Mistress said, still caressing Sheila's face, one side then the other, with the riding crop.  "With your tongue, and your fingers.  Down on the floor, NOW, and please your mistress!"

"Y--"  Ohhh, so hard to stop speaking!  Sheila dropped immediately, face to Mistress' wet foot, and began kneading her toes, squeezing, licking and kissing.  Tasting her own juices on Mistress' foot.

vomit appeared from the next room, smelling slightly of strawberry bubble bath, crawling across the floor and carrying a cell phone.  He stopped near Mistress' chair, still looking downward, and held the phone up to Mistress.

"Who is it?" Mistress demanded.  "Answer, slave."

"It is MzDominica, Mistress," vomit replied.  He still held the phone high, and Mistress Black could see from the display that the "mute" button was activated.  She took the phone from vomit, and he curled to the floor in a little ball, awaiting instructions.

A click of the button, and Mistress Black answered, pleasantly.  "Hello, MzDominica!  How are you?"

"I am fine, Mistress Black.  Thanks for asking.  You are well too?"

"Oh yes!  Just enjoying a quiet evening at home."  Sheila had completely cleaned all her juices off Mistress Black's right foot.  Mistress slapped the girl's buttock with the crop, and presented her left foot, wiggling her toes slightly.  She was pleased when Sheila crawled forward again, rose upward, and pushed her cunt down onto Mistress' left foot, eyes on the floor.

"Mmmmm... I'm sure it's a lot like MY quiet evenings at home," Dominica replied.  "I wanted to talk about the slaves you have been sending my way."

"Yes...?" Mistress Black replied.

"They have been very responsive!  And very helpful with the spring planting, and tending crops through the summer..."

"I'm glad to hear that!"

"Yes...  A session or two in your 'decompression chambers,' and they somehow find themselves taking a long drive up in the mountains, looking for a vacation for a week or two."  MzDominica chuckled.  "Of course, once they've been here a while, and I've got them thoroughly trained, I send them back out!  With more... complicated tasks to perform..."

"Then our agreement is working out!" Mistress Black concluded.

There was a brief silence at the other end of the phone.

"Mistress Black," Dominica continued.  "Since fall began, the number of new slaves has been dropping...  Are you experiencing some kind of a problem?"

"No..." Mistress Black replied, "no problems.  The relaxation chambers are working fine, and business is great, at all 800 of my franchises."

"Then why have the slaves stopped coming?" Dominica asked.

Mistress Black pulled her left foot out of Sheila's pussy, and gently tapped the back of her head with the riding crop.  The girl knelt down on all fours and began kneading and sucking Mistress' left foot.

"I'm surprised to hear that," Mistress Black said, flatly.  "I'll have to check into it."

Another pause at the other end.

"Please do," MzDominica continued.  "I have a large harvest that needs to be gotten in!"

"Certainly, MzDominica," Mistress Black said.  "I'm glad you brought this to my attention.  Mmmmm... I need to hang up now, something's come up."

"Of course," said MzDominica.  "I'll talk to you later."

Mistress Black pressed the button to disconnect, and tapped the cell phone on the top of vomit's bald head.  He reached up and took the phone.  Mistress then returned her attentions to the panting maid in front of her.  She laughed, quietly.

A thousand miles away, MzDominica pressed a button on her phone.  She looked at her accountant, who knelt at her feet, also awaiting orders.  "Find out what's going on," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," the slave replied.  He crawled out of Dominica's office, through the tiny slave door.  Once inside his own office, he stood up, picked up his own phone, and dialed a number.  "This is 27.  You must obey Dominica.  Execute protocol 77."

"I must obey Dominica," came the voice from the other end.  "It will be done."

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More to come, later!

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Well, as things would have it Regina moved up the seniority pole fastly by becoming a supervisor.  She was placed in a different area from Danny and he didn't get to see her that often.  After about three months Danny was working in the area right next to the machines Regina was supervising.  Danny noticed her talking with another supervisor at about thirty yards in front of him.  She moved a bit and her top portion was covered up by the machine she was leaning against.  From the waist down was all Danny could see.  For the first time he noticed that she had a really prominent looking plump crotch on her.  The definite outlines of her extended mound was plain to see.    He then concluded that after three kids this was expected.  Staring at her mid-section in a day dream, Danny didn't realize that he was staring a little too hard and Regina in her intelligence quickly saw where he was looking.  She approached him smiling real big and asked him "Why don't you come work on this machine with me?  I'll make sure you get plenty of work to keep you busy."  He didn't have a chance to answer because Regina was called back to her machine. 

About five or six hours later toward the end of his shift Danny saw Regina walking towards him again.  He couldn't help but take a quick glance down at her puffy pussy poking out, and of course she caught him but held the smile back through her tough discipline.  "I'm gonna need you to go to the other side of the factory Danny and gather five boxes of paper for the printer."   So Danny took off to the far corner of the factory in a little remote area behind a bunch of stacked pallets.  There was an old office there that had now been turned into a storage room.  He entered the room and zig-zagged his way through the borders and wood to the stacked boxes of printer paper.  He heard the door close behind him and turned to see Regina with a shit eating grin before him.  She let her hand graze over her pussy mound to signal what she wanted.

Danny backed himself up into a corner as she sexily swayed towards him.  "Show me how much you want it.  You've been staring at it all day," Regina said in a low but forcefull voice.  Standing before his five foot ten stature Regina looked short at five foot four but made it up with the way she carried herself.  Danny dropped to his knees and Regina swiftly had her female privates right in his face.  "Kiss it all over like a good submissive boy," she sexually teased and grabbed his skull forcing it into her meaty crotch.  Danny pulled at each of her plump pussy lips with his mouth causing her to get excited.  "I want to see you jack that meat while I lower my jeans," Regina growled and then began stripping from the waist down after kicking off her loafers.

After he had his hard dick out and his jeans around his ankles Regina threw him a curve after unbuttoning and unzipping she stopped before lowering her jeans.  "Kiss my feet slave," she ordered at which he promptly got on.  "You always knew I was a dominatrix at heart," she moaned and then added "and I always knew you wanted me to dominate you."  Sucking her toes now with earnest Regina then commanded Danny "Now pull my jeans down but not my panties."  He admired her white cotton lace panties with a sexy looking bulge poking out.  "Now remove my panties and keep jerking off."  He did so to reveal a sandy blond pussy with more brown hair mixed in with the dirty blond pubes.   "Take a good look at my cunt worm, your gonna be up to your ears in it in a second."  Regina then mashed Danny's mouth over her chubby pussy and began rotating her hips in wide circles to his lapping efforts.  "Eat my hot pussy good boy...yeah...just like that."  For twenty minutes or so they kept at it until Regina's dam broke and she flood his mouth and face with her tangy pussy juices, just as Danny shot his load across the factory floor.  Unknown to both of them bull-dyke Lou watched it all off in a corner

        When she finally climbed out of bed she stripped down and stood in front of the mirror admiring her body.  It was almost an everyday ritual for her.  She would stand there and push and pull her boobs together and apart, pinch them, rub them and anything else that she might think of.  Next she would run her hands down over the rest of her body making sure to touch every inch of it.  She was pretty much in love with herself.

        Once she was finished, she would get dressed and then make herself some breakfast.  Most of the time it was two eggs, two pieces of bacon with a slice of toast and some milk or orange juice.  Today she decided to just have a bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jelly along with some cranberry juice.

        Once she was finished with breakfast she would go outside so she could take her usual morning walk.  Everyone she knew didn’t understand why she took those walks in the morning because it didn’t help her one damned bit even though she said it was helping her loose weight.

        Michelle finally arrived back at her house about 30 minutes later and noticed that someone was moving in next to her.  She just had to know who it was so she headed straight over there.  Once she arrived at the new neighbors’ driveway she spotted Derek coming outside from carrying some boxes in.

        Michelle started getting wet just from the site of him.  She couldn’t believe that someone like this was moving in next to her.  That right there began to give her all kinds of ideas.

        Derek wasn’t expecting to find someone outside his house waiting for him but he was actually glad that he did.  When he saw Michelle standing there he was already thinking about how he was going to get her in his bed after he had his fun with her. 

        Derek was 29 yrs old, 6’ 2’, 195 lbs, brown curly hair, blue eyes and a body that was damned muscular; he could get any girl he wanted, even if he didn’t want them.  The one thing about Derek that nobody ever figured out was that he could read people very easily. 

        Michelle walked up to him and introduced herself.  “Hi.”  Michelle said with a huge smile on her face.  “I’m Michelle.  I live in the house next to you.”  She extended her hand out to Derek who immediately took a hold of it with his.

         “Hello, I’m Derek.  Well as you can see I’m just starting to move in over here.”  He kept looking over her whole body.  He could already see that she was one of those girls who thought she was better than every other girl around.  That right there he didn’t like.  He knew right away that he was going to have to change that in her.

        “Well I hope you like it here.  It’s a really nice neighborhood to live in.  You just have to watch out for some of the people around here.”  Michelle said to Derek while looking all around her as if someone might hear what she was saying.

        Derek thought to him self.  “Yeah I would say that one of them is standing right here in front of me.”  She might be able to fool other people but she sure as hell wasn’t going to fool him.

        “Well I guess I’ll have to keep an eye out for them.  Well I better get back to unloading the rest of the truck.  If you’re not busy tomorrow maybe you can come over and have dinner with me.

        Michelle wasn’t surprised that he was already inviting her over for dinner tomorrow night.  She was completely certain that it would happen.  She didn’t know that he had more in store for her than just dinner and maybe some sex.  Oh hell no.  There was definitely going to be more.  He just had to wait and see how long it would take to control her. 

        Once she was back at her house she got ready to go to work for the next 10 hrs.  The whole time she would be wondering what tomorrow night was going to be like.

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        The next day Derek had everything in its place in his new house.  He had thought about yesterday when Michelle came over.  Apparently she never noticed that for the last week Derek has been over there getting some changes made to some of the house.  One of the things he changed was one of the bedrooms which he painted completely black and red.  The carpet that was in there was replaced with a deep plush red carpet.  The window’s he covered with red curtains that where then covered with black lace panels.  In the center of the room he set up a 4 post bed.  This wasn’t your usual 4 post bed.  This one had connectors fastened to each post.  Each connector was about a foot apart from the next one.  There were 4 to each post.  When he made the bed he put red satin sheets with black satin pillow cases. 

       Over along the opposite wall from the bed was a tall cabinet.  On the top part were 2 doors that swung out away from each other.  Inside those doors were his tools for pleasure and pain. 

       On the right and left side of the cabinet hung razor straps, a split leather slapper, crops, canes and ticklers.

       On the very back wall of the cabinet hung an assortment of wrist and ankle restraints, collars and other assorted items.

       Sitting in the center of the upper part of the cabinet Derek had a small metal box that he kept an assortment of nipple clamps in ranging from a set of Japanese nipple clamps that would tighten the more you moved around or pulled on the chain, to spiked, weighted and vibrating ones that you could adjust the speed of them.

        In the one drawer he kept an assortment of erotic leather clothing for the one being punished.   Then in the other drawer were the masks, hoods and other assorted leather garments that he might decide to wear if he chose to. 

        Finally, the room was just the way he wanted it.

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        At 6 pm Michelle headed over to Derek’s house.  She wasn’t exactly sure of what to expect over there.  She could already smell the aroma of the food that he was cooking and which assured her that dinner was going to be really good.  She arrived at the door and rang the bell.

        When Derek opened the door he was amazed at how beautiful she was.  He almost forgot his plans for that night. 

        Michelle was wearing a light blue dress that wasn’t cut very low but with the size of her breast’s it seemed lower than it really was.  The dress was just long enough to come too just above her knees so it left her calves completely exposed.

Finally he snapped out of the trance she seemed to be putting him under and went back to how that night was going to be.  He immediately knew he was going to enjoy this evening.

        Derek welcomed her inside.  “Come in Michelle.  Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.  If you want, you can have a seat her in the living room.  I hope you don’t mind but I took the liberty of just going ahead and making dinner without asking you exactly what you like.”

        “Oh that’s just fine Derek.  From what I could smell from outside it smells delicious.  There really isn’t a lot of food that I don’t like so I’m sure I will love what you made.”

        “That’s good to hear.  By the way, you look really beautiful tonight.”  Derek said while looking at her breasts and imagining the things he could and would do to them.

        Michelle actually felt herself blush but she knew that with the make-up she was wearing there was no way Derek would be able to notice.  “Well thank you Derek.  You’re just too sweet.”  Michelle gave him the look that she would give men. It always seemed to make them forget what they were doing.  She could see it was having some affect on him.     

        Derek could feel himself getting pulled into her trance and almost had to slap himself.  “Damn. I’m the one who is supposed to be controlling her.  Not her controlling me.  Derek started looking Michelle completely over this time instead of just her breasts.  Just the thought of what he was going to do to her tonight was getting him aroused.    He had to excuse himself for a few minutes so his cock would go back down.  If it would have gotten any harder he would have been in the bathroom or his bedroom stroking furiously.

        When Derek came back into the living room he announced that dinner was ready and offered her his arm and then escorted her to the table where everything was already served on the plates and the wine had already been poured in lead crystal glasses.

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        Once dinner was over and everything washed and put away they went and sat in the living room on the couch.  Michelle noticed a slight change in the way Derek was acting.  She noticed that he was starting to get a little more forceful in what he was saying to her.  Like instead of asking her if she wanted more wine he would just tell her to drink some more.  After several glasses of it she was starting to feel light headed.

        Derek noticed how the wine was starting to affect her and started to move forward with his plan.  He reached over and pulled her towards him.  His mouth just inches away from hers.  He could see that he startled her by the look on her face but she never attempted to pull away from him.  It was very apparent that she wanted to fuck with him but before any of that would ever happen she was going to have to be a good slave and do what she was told.

        Derek stood up from the couch and commanded her to stay where she was.  He was only half way to the hall that led to his special room when he heard her get up off the couch.  Derek turned around towards her.  “I see you will need to be trained.  Your definitely not one for doing as your told.”

        “You don’t tell me what to do.”  Michelle told him. While having some trouble standing because of all the wine she drank.

        Derek turned away and headed down the hall to the room.  When he returned he had a black leather collar, with red hearts inlayed down the center and lined with red suede.  On the front of it was a 2” O-ring for attaching a leash and the on the back was a silver pad lock.  Derek removed the lock and threw the collar to Michelle and ordered her to put it on.

        Michelle stood there in shock.  She couldn’t believe that he wanted her to wear this thing.  She threw the collar over on the couch.  “Hell no, I’m not putting that damned thing on.  The only thing that I am going to do is go home.”  With that said Michelle started to head for the door.  Before she had even took three steps she felt a sharp sting across her ass.  She let out a scream from the pain and spun around.  Just two feet from her was Derek.  In his hand was a 24” flogger.  It was black and tan with 20 leather falls hanging from the handle.  She never saw it in his hand when he returned to the living room.  She figured he must have been hiding it behind his back.

        “Now are you going to be a good girl or do I have to flog your ass again?”  Derek said while holding the flogger in both hands and pulling the leather flogs tight.  “You seem to want to be a bad girl.  I guess if that’s how you want to be then I guess you will have to be punished.”  Derek started to head for her with his arm cocked back. 

       “Ok! Ok!”  Michelle almost screamed at him.  This was really starting to scare the shit out of her.  “She started heading for the couch.  When she got there she picked up the collar, in trembling hands and put it around her neck and fastened it.  “There are you happy now.” She said in an angry tone.

        “Silence slave.  You don’t speak unless I say so and you most certainly don’t speak to me in that tone of voice.  Now turn around.”

        Michelle did as she was told.  Once her back was facing Derek she felt him roughly push her hair out of the way and attach the lock.

        “Now turn back around.” 

        Michelle started to say something but decided that maybe she should just be quiet. 

        “Lift your head up.”  When Michelle lifted her head up Derek attached an 18” leash to the collar and started to lead her towards the room.

        Michelle started to pull away when Derek headed down the hall, pulling her right behind him.  Without any warning she saw Derek turn around and then felt the leather straps across her thigh.  She could feel the whelps already starting to rise up on her skin.  Finally she quit pulling and followed Derek to wherever he was taking her.

        When Derek got to the door he pushed it open.  “Get in there and don’t waste any time.”

        Michelle almost ran in the room just to make sure she wouldn’t get hit with that thing again.  Once she was in there she froze in fear of what she was looking at.  It was hard for her to believe that this man was into this kind of stuff.

        Once in the room Derek locked the door so she would have no escape.  He then headed over to the cabinet, pulling Michelle roughly behind him. Once over there he opened up one of the drawers to find something that he thought would look good on her.  He pulled out a Black Swirl Corsette Harness, Fishnet Stockings, a black pair of 4” high heeled shoes that he was almost certain would fit her and a pair of Crotchless Leather Thong underwear.  He threw them to her and told her to change into them.

        You can change right over there in that bathroom but you can’t close the door.  I will be standing right outside.  I suggest you hurry.  You only have about 5 minutes.  For every minute longer you will be punished.  Now go and do as I say.”

        Michelle started to head for the bathroom when she was suddenly pulled back hard which actually hurt her neck a little.

        “Slave, what do you say after I tell you to do something?”

        “Yes sir.”  Michelle said to Derek.

        “No.  You say yes Master.  That is what you say.  Now come over here.”

        “Yes Master.”  Michelle walked over to him.  She felt his hand under her chin and push her head up a little so he could undo the leash.

        “Now you can go change.  That should make it a little easier for you, now get moving.”

        “Yes Master.  I will go and change for you.”

        “Good girl.  You’re starting to learn.”

        Once Michelle was in the bathroom Derek started to pull his clothes off and put on a leather jock strap with a red stripe down along the crotch that could be easily removed to reveal a slit for easy access to his cock and a Guillotine Hood to add the perfect affect of adding a little mystery and fear to all of this.  He knew that when she came out of there and saw him dressed like this it would add just enough terror in her eyes to make him happy.

        When Michelle walked out of the bathroom she had her arms covering her breasts.  She was feeling really ashamed of the way she was dresses and was worried about what Derek had planned for her.  Once she noticed him standing there wearing the black leather thong and the hood, she almost ran back in the bathroom but she didn’t want him getting upset with her and beating her with that thing anymore.  She wasn’t sure how long she was in the bathroom changing but she was certain it was longer than he wanted.

        “I see you’re finally finished.  Now get over here in front of me.”

        Michelle did as she was told.  As soon as she had walked over to Derek, he commanded her to hold out both arms in front of her.  When she did that he attached wrist restraints to both wrists and then ankle restraints to her ankles.  She noticed that all the restraints had the same design of red heart inlays on the collar.

        “Now get over there and stand at the foot of the bed.”  Derek commanded. 

        “Yes Master.”  Michelle was shaking all over.

        Derek came over to the bed and lifted her arms up and connected the restraints to the top of the two posts and then her ankles at the bottom.

        “Why are you doing this to me?”  Michelle asked and then she remembered what she didn’t say.  She knew what was coming next.

        Derek already had the flogger in his hand.

        “CRACK!!!!” 

        That one was right across her bare ass.  Derek reached out with one hand and ran his fingers across the whelps that the strips of leather made on her skin.

        “I see that you have already forgotten you manners wench.  What a shame.  Derek went back over to the cabinet and pulled out a little box.  He carried it over to the bed and set it down.  Slowly he opened it to reveille several sets of nipple clips.

        When Michelle saw what was in there she remembered one of her friends telling her that her boyfriend put some of them on her and that the damned things hurt.  “Master I’m sorry.  Please Master I won’t do it again.  I will be a good wench for you and do as I am told.”  She was begging.  That was something she has never done in her life.

        “It’s a little late for that now slave.”  Derek pulled out a set and clamped them to both of her nipples. 

        They didn’t hurt at first but them she realized that there were adjusters on them so he could make them tighter or loosen them up.  Apparently they were loose because when he started turning the little knob on them she could feel the pain start to go through her.

        Michelle almost screamed but stopped herself.  She stood there hoping that the pain would go away.  Then she noticed that he reached back in the box and pulled out one more nipple clip.  She started to wonder what the hell he was going to do with that one.  She watched as he tightened it a little and then clipped it to his tongue to check how tight it was going to be.

        “That will work nicely.  He said to her.  Next he started to reach between her spread legs and started to rub her clit.  He discovered that she was already wet and her clit was sticking out nicely.  “I see you must like this.  What a naughty girl you are.”  He said to her.  Then he reached towards her clit and attached the clamp.  She could already feel it vibrating.

        Michelle fought from trying to pull away so she stood as still as she could.  Yes she was wet.  She didn’t understand why.  This is something she thought was totally weird and never looked as if it was something she would be interested in trying.  All of a sudden she felt the clip that he just attached to her clit start to vibrate.  Michelle let out a moan that felt like it came from the bottom of her toes.

        “Oh I see you like that too.  What am I going to do with you? I know exactly what you need.”  Derek walked back over to the cabinet and pulled out a paddle made of solid wood.  “Looks like you cute little ass just isn’t red enough.”

        Michelle looked over her shoulder to see what he was planning to do.  She didn’t like what she saw.  She watched as Derek walked back over to her and started to rub the paddle across her already sore, bare ass.  The wood was cold against her skin, which made her shiver.  Then she felt the first strike of the wood against her ass with two more just seconds apart.

     SMACK!!   SMACK!!   SMACK!!      

        Derek gave her three good swats with the paddle.  He was completely enjoying how her ass would jiggle every time the paddle would come in contact with her skin.  With every swat of the paddle his cock wound get a little harder.  He could hear her try and muffle her cry’s from each of the swats, but he was also hearing little moans escape from her lips after every cry.

        Derek moved directly behind her.  He took the paddle and leaned it over to the side of the bed and then placed both of his hands on her red and extremely soar ass.  He could feel every raised welt from the flogging that he had given her.  With every movement of his hands he would hear Michelle start to whimper.  He knew right away that he was a little rougher than he should have been but that was okay though.  After a day or so the pain wouldn’t be so bad.  The one problem that she was going to have, was trying to sit down for the next day or so.  That actually put a smile on his face.  It would be a good reminder of the way she didn’t listen.  He really didn’t mean to make it hurt as much as it did but sometimes he would just get completely lost in all the fun he was having.

        Michelle was really confused.  She was in pain but she was actually starting to enjoy it.  To her that didn’t make any sense.  She had read about this kind of thing but never thought it would happen to her.  She could feel something start to run down the inside of her legs.  First she thought that maybe he had beat her so bad that she was bleeding but when she looked down she realized what it was.  She actually had an orgasm and didn’t realize it had happened.

        Derek looked down and noticed what had happened.  He’s never done this with a woman that would have an orgasm that soon on the first time.  He figured she was really starting to get into it.

        “Ah I see my little slave is starting to really enjoy this.  Does my little slave want her Master to do anything for her? If you asked nicely I just might do it.”

        Michelle really needed to have his cock in her.  She knew she had cum already but she was still so wet that the only way to take care of that was for him to fuck her hard.

        “Master, my pussy is so wet.  Would you please fuck my pussy?  It really needs it.  I promise to be a good girl and do as I am told.”

        “How bad do you want me to fuck your pussy my horny little slave?”

        “Please Master I need to feel you inside me.  Fuck me like the little slave bitch I am.  I know your hard cock would feel so good inside me.”  Michelle would have been on her knees begging if she wasn’t chained to the bed posts like she is.

        “No.  I will not fuck you.  I don’t think you have been good enough to deserve the feeling of my cock inside your pussy.  This is what you will do to receive what you’re begging for.  You will go to work with this in your pussy.”

        “What is that Master?” Michelle asked, hoping she hadn’t spoken when she wasn’t supposed too.

        “This is a vibrating egg.  It’s one of the newest ones on the market.  I hook it to my laptop and program it to start vibrating for how long, how intense and for when I want it too.  The best part is that you will never know when it will start until its too late.”

        Michelle wasn’t sure about this idea.  She didn’t need that thing shoved up inside her and then it starts vibrating in the middle of the office or in a meeting. 

        “Hell I can just take it out and then put it back in before I get home.  Derek, or should I say my Master will never know.”  She thought to herself.

        “Tonight you will go home and then come back here in the morning at 6:30.  I will have everything programmed for tomorrow.  Do you understand?”

        “Yes Master.  I’m your slave to have and do with as you please.”  Michelle was starting to enjoy this even more but she wasn’t exactly pleased about doing what someone told her to do.

        “If you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, then maybe I won’t have to punish you again.”

        Derek finally started unlocking the restraints on her wrists and ankles.  He watched as she rubbed her wrists were the restraints had been.  He could see the outline from them on her skin.  “Now go change into your clothes you wore over here.”

        Once free, Michelle walked back into the bathroom to get her clothes and put them back on.  She started to take off the crotchless leather thong when she heard Derek tell her to leave them on.

        “They are not to come off.  You will wear them home tonight and sleep in them.  When you come back tomorrow I will have a different pair for you to wear to work.  If your wondering if they will be crotchless like these, the answer is no.  I want to make sure that your new toy won’t be able to come out until you come back over here tomorrow.  The only thing you can remove is the three nipple clips and the coresette.  Tomorrow you will wear the fishnet stocking to work along with the shoes so just wear them home tonight and then wear them back in the morning.  The only think you can remove tonight are the shoes.  Do you completely understand?  If I think you removed anything else, anytime tonight, I will give you 5 lashes tomorrow.  Do I make my self clear slave?”

        “Yes master you are perfectly clear.  I promise that I will not remove anything anytime tonight except for the shoes.”

        “Now finish getting dressed so you can go back to your place.”

        Once Michelle had left his house Derek started getting the egg ready for tomorrow.  He sat there smiling because he already knew what it was going to be like for while she is at work.  He could hardly wait for when she came back over so he would be able to remove the egg.

        “Tomorrow is going to be very interesting.”  Derek said to himself.

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