on your front Lucy and don't move you little slut, I'm going to teach you a lesson you wont forget little sluts like you need to be shown some discipline”

You do as your told as your transfixed with excitement, expectation, and wonder. I grab both your wrists tightly in my hands, you have a pair of handcuffs on your bedside table which I take. I slip your right hand into them and stretch your arm out to the top of the bed, linking the chain of the cuffs round the bed head, I then pull your left wrist up and fasten it into the other cuff, your arms are now secure and I push the cuffs on as tight as they will go. It look down at you and give your pert little butt a hard slap before I start to move your legs into the position I want, I get off the bed and walk round to the bottom end. I lean forward and tightly grab both your ankles, you do not resist, although you say nothing you are enjoying every minute. With one ankle in each hand I quickly pull your legs apart, stretching them wide open. I do it quite hard and it jolts your lower body. I drag you down the bed slightly so your arms become stretched tight, each of your feet is only inched away from the corner posts of the bed. I grab a dressing gown cord which is lying on the floor, with it I fasten your right leg to the first post, you still don't resist, your pussy is oozing cum as it itches for some attention. I them grab a pair of tights from your floor and use them to secure your left leg. The knots are tight and dig into your skin slightly there is no slack and you to are unable to move your feet. Your legs they are stretched as wide open as they have ever been and you feel totally helpless as you bite into the bedding under your mouth. With your legs and arms firmly secured I take a stroll round the bed. I can smell the sweet aroma of you moist pussy in the air, I look between your legs at your white cotton panties that are just about covering your stretched pussy. I can see a wet patch in the gusset area and my cock grows even harder. I walk round to the front of the bed, lean over you and place my mouth by your ear “I can smell your sweet cunt Lucy, your wet little pussy is filling the room with your scent, your knickers are soaked, you dirty little whore, but don't worry, not long now till I give your juicy hole the attention it is craving for”

Your hart is pounding and your pussy is aching, “Please James just fuck me, my cunt needs you, can't you see it's on fire, fuck me James, Fuck me please.” you scream.

Your wanton cries fall on deaf ears. I ignore your plea and carry on walking round the bed with my hard cock in hand, I wipe a little pre cum from my purple helmet with the tip of my finger and wipe it on your nose, under your nostrils so you get a good sniff of my cum. I then take a your blind fold from your bedside draw and tie it tight over your eyes. Just one last thing needed a gag, I look round the floor for something to use. I see a pair of your dirty knickers I grab them, they are also white. I lift them up to my face and sniff them, they are still a little wet and have some of your cum stains inside, you probably wanked yourself while wearing them earlier in the day. They give off a beautiful pussy smell and I decide that they will do fine. I stretch them out and place the stained and damp gusset in your mouth and pull the sides round your head. It's a little to tight to tie so I grab one of your gym socks also from the floor. I slip it through the two leg holes in the panties and find it easy to tie the knickers tightly in place, the pussy juice stained gusset pulls into your mouth and up against your tongue.

Your secured, Silenced, blindfolded and mine to do whatever I want with.

The collection of toys I had brought to your house was impressive, they were in my bag which I had placed in the corner of your room a couple of hours ago when I had arrived. You new nothing of my bags contents and I had ensured It had remained a secret till know. I opened the bag and started to look through the assortment of sex toys, all different colours and sizes, what should be start with first I thought. I grabbed one of the many dildos, it was black in colour and moulded into the shape of a stiff cock, it was not huge only about eight inches, but I would be perfect for the first entry of the night.

You lay still on the bed unable to move, speak or see. “lets have a good look at this cunt of yours” I say as I walk back over towards the bed, I reach in between your open legs and gently pull your know soaking panties to one side, I can see your fanny juice literally dripping out, a trickle is running down the inside of you thigh towards the bed. I wipe it off with my finger so not to waste the precious goo, I lick it off, it's so sweet it makes my cock jerk with a spasm. I pull your knickers further to the side and place my hands on your butt checks to ease them open, your little bud of an ass hole looks so inviting and it twitches slightly as you know I have exposed it and you know I am staring directly at your most private asset. I gently touch it but with next to no pressure, I just want you to know how vulnerable your are and that I could at any time penetrate whichever of your holes I wanted.

I let go off your knickers and they spring back over your butt and pussy, covering them back up for the moment anyway. I stand at the bottom of the bed looking at you slim smooth sexy body, your long hair flows half way down your back, I can see your body is shaking a little, Nerves? Excitement? The time for being gentle is over I reach forward and place one hand on each side of your knickers. With no warning I pull than down hard, your open legs stop them just above your knees and you try to scream a little as the material cuts into your thighs a little, Your gaping pussy and butt and ready for the taking. I pick the dildo up of the bed where I had left it. I place it into my mouth just for a little lubrication not that you need it, your soaking, I take it and push it hard and fast deep into your cunt. You are so wet and ready the whole length goes right in first time, You start to wriggle, You try to scream but all your mouth can do is chew down on the pussy stains on the dirty panties in your mouth but you enjoy the taste.

I continue to fuck your wet hole with the dildo, each time I push it right into the hilt and then pull it almost all the way out so you can feel the full length of the dildo inside you with each thrust, your legs shudder as you take the pounding. I then push the black plastic cock in one more time but this time I leave it deep inside you, it has a little vibrator switch which I switch on so it begins to vibrates inside you driving you wild,

 

I return back to my bag of tricks to grab another toy, something to get your butt as worked up as your pussy I think is in order. I look in the back and pick out a couple of toys I think will do the job, the first is a 10 inch bendy plastic rod with round plastic balls placed all the way down, It's especially designed for anal play and is a modern take on the classic anal beads, the next toy is just a plain and simple vibrator, white smooth plastic a good length tough and slightly fatter that your average vibe, Just before I headed back to the bed I thought maybe something a bit more challenging for your pussy too, your cunt just swallowed the last black cock with no problems at all, something bigger was required. I new I had just the thing, I reached in the back and pulled out the 'rubber horse cock' one of my favourites, this makes girls week at the knees and I knew you would be doing well just to get the tip of it inside you, I'd first seen one in a porno called monster dildo Olympics, it was a film about a dildo fucking competitions between 4 dirty slappers. Once I'd seen it in use I new I had to get one and subsequently managed to get one of the net. It's about 15 inches long and about a wide a a man's wrist, It is tapered though at one end so the tip is a little smaller than the rest, one thing was for sure it was going to be fun trying to get it up into your young fanny.

The girls I had seen use one in the porno were all in there forties and pretty much had bucket fannys after years of forcing oversized sex toys deep inside them, You on the other had were mearly 19, your young, sweet, beautiful little slit is almost untouched in comparison but even with it's lack of experience I knew It is up for trying to swallow anything I tease it with.

The final item I grabbed from the bag was a tube of lube, Very important for what I had planned. I headed back over to the bed, as I glanced down at you I could see you wriggling with pleasure I can hear you trying to moan through the gag, the vibrating cock has worked it's way a couple of inches out of your pussy, It is dripping and I can not resist pulling it right out and placing it into my mouth, as I do so a long string of goo stretches from it's tip all the way back to the stretched lips of your sex, the taste of the cum on the dildo is delightful. I let your pussy slowly close and although your lips are slightly red and swollen, it begins to look fairly normal again. I slide two fingers over your sticky lips towards you little bum hole, I repeat this a couple more times until I felt your ass hole has enough fanny juice on it to act as a lubricate. There is nothing better than natures natural lube. and there is no shortage of it dripping from your horny little crack. I take the first toy I intended to use, It's the long anal play stick with the round bumps all the way down. First I gently push it into you snatch, it slides in easily as the diameter is nothing to worry about, I put it up your pussy purely to cover it in cum as we all know a anal insertion needs to be moist.

I then place the tip of the toy on you ass hole, with a little pressure it easily slips into your butt so to does the inch of plastic connecting it to the next ball, I push it again and the next ball also enters your anus, and again for the next, your butt is easily taking the toy, a bit more of a push and four and five slid in, that's about seven inched all together, You start to contract the mussels in you ass and your butt grabs the toy hard, I push some more this time a little harder to compensate for the fact you are clinching. The last two balls also find their way inside you and I am impressed that such a sweet and innocent looking butt had taken the hole toy as if you'd been doing this all your life. The toy is now snugly rammed deep up your bottom, nice and secure. The best thing to do now is to leave it, let it become comfortable because the real joy with that toy is when you take it out.

I give both your butt checks a good hard slap. “Your little pussy and ass think they can swallow anything don't they?” I shout to you, “Well lets see how your sluttey cunt gets on with this next one” I continue. I grab the 'horses cock' dildo, it is huge and although your pussy is still dripping wet I though it only fair to help you out with some extra lube. I use my hand to cover the great piece of hard rubber with the lubricant, I start to massage your cunt lips with my two fingers pushing them in and out, I added another to make three and continue the action, your cunt really starts to loosen up again and adding the fourth finger is not a problem. My hand is soaked and I know you are ready, I pulled my fingers out and line up the great hard rubber dildo with the entrance to your soaking love hole. Slowly I start to force it in .I use my free hand to try and stretch your pussy lips wide apart, I literally try and open up your fanny as wide as possible, again I push the horse cock towards your hole but it still wouldn't quite go in. I know I need a little help. I reach for the hand cuff keys and move towards the top of the bed “just do exactly what I tell you” I say softly in your ear. I unlock and remove one side of the cuffs to release your right hand. So you are still imprisoned I snap the empty cuff onto your left wrist so both of the cuffs now hold your left hand to the bed head but your right hand is free, I take your had and moved it behind you placing it between your legs “pull your fanny open for me” I say. You grab the inner flap on the right had side of your fanny, you stretch it as far as it will go to the right hand side, I do the same with the left, Your cunt is gaping open, I grab the horse cock with my other hand and try again, slowly but surely it starts to go in, about an inch at first but after a few minutes of pushing and twisting to my amazement about four inches had made it's way into your hole. Now it was firmly in I had no need for your right hand anymore so I reattached it to the head post with your handcuffs, I continue to push the massive cock in and out of you, fucking your cunt hard with it. I stare in amazement at your cunt as it is stretched an obscene amount, you have never felt any thing like this before, you are coming with ecstasy, over and over again, your pussy gushing with cum, your mouth biting on the pussy soaked gusset in your mouth and almost passing out with pleasure.

I watch while your body spasms and you shake as you cum, again and again, you gradually calm down and relax, although you feel far from normal, the massive horse cock dildo is still inside you and the anal toy has now been snugly inside your ass for the last 15 minutes. I am still sitting at the end of the bed, I have a perfect view or both your stretched holes, your pert little bum checks look so soft and smooth. I move my face down to you pussy and ass crack, I sniff in the sweet aroma. I can't help but run my tongue around the edge of the 'horse cock' and then around the edge of the anal toy. I now decide It's your ass that needs some attention, It has been waiting patiently while your pussy has been having all the attention but it's now your anus's turn to be pounded.

I start by taking the tip of the anal toy in my hand and slowly pulling it out, the feeling in your butt is intense, as it slowly emerges from the depth of your bowels you yelp with pleasure as each of the round plastic bobbles squeeze its way past your tightly clenched bum hole. I continue to slowly pull and the toy keeps emerging until all 10 inches are free, you ass hole remains open even once the toy has been removed I can watch as it slowly closes as your mussels relax. I then take the last of the dildo's I brought over, It's the fat smooth white plastic one, a classic looking vibrator, I turn it on and it starts to buzz. I rub the tip of it over you butt hole, it feels so good and almost tickles. Pushing it in is easy, the smooth plastic sides slid down deep into your bootie, the vibrating effect adds to the intensity. Your ass is handling it's fairly large diameter well and I'm impressed. I continue to push it in, then I draw it out, again and again, faster and faster, I keep fucking your ass really hard. in and out, deeper and deeper, you can feel that you are about to cum again I don't let up, I ram the vibrator in harder and harder. Your body starts to shake again, you are screaming through the panties gag still tight in your mouth.

My cock is throbbing, the smell of your cunt and ass is driving me wild, It's now my turn to cum, I first remove the vibrator from your ass and throw it on the floor, your hole is gaping again, I then remove the huge 'horse cock' from your cunt, your stretched vagina makes a squelching sound as it is removed. It also ends up on the floor. I stand and move round to the side of the bed hard cock in hand. I wank my self off standing over you. Your face is just feet away from my bell end. It's not long till I'm there. My hard cock shoots wad after wad of hot, sticky spunk in your direction. The blobs of cum fly towards the side of your face. The warm jiz lands on your cheeks, on the blindfold, in your hair and even in your gagged mouth. I shake my cock to shake of the last few drips of sperm. I get dressed and leave the room......

 

 

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at I was available when I knew that she would require driving and it did not take long before I persuaded her to tell the therapy centre that she had a medical appointment so that I could take her out for a few hours.

That really started it. I drove her to a deserted car park in some woodland that I know well and invited her to come for a walk with me. I held her hand to guide her along the paths and she obviously like it. We sat down on some grass and I put may arm around her and kissed her. She didn't resist at all. After a few moments of gentle kissing we became passionate. When she was very excited I caressed her breasts outside her clothing and placed her hand on my very stiff prick. She was groaning with desire, but I stopped it on that occasion and took her back to the centre.

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So! What about me? I am 52 years old. I have enough money to make me comfortable after running my own business for many years and then selling it. Unfortunately, my wife of a long time left me for a younger man who might one day provide her with even greater wealth. At my age and not being the world's greatest looker, I have been lonely since then and I am determined that no other woman will take me for the huge amount of money that she has and leave me distraught. Apart from all that though, a man is a man and I want a sexual partner as much as any other.

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After that first kiss and cuddle, Suzy was desperately keen to try some more. We created frequent reasons to get off to the woods and made the very most of them. Her experience had been limited to fumblings with blind boys that she met at her special school and none of them had been at all satisfactory. She had never had full sex although one of them had put his dick in her mouth once. Due to surprise she pushed him away and that was the end of it. However, she found it quite exciting and frequently repeated the event in her mind when she was masturbating, which she did very frequently. Once she had told me this I obviously let her have a taste of mine and she didn't take much training before she had a beautiful sucking technique, enjoyed swallowing cum and was brilliant learning to take me right down her throat.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, she was deeply in love with me and I really wanted to set up home with her and take things on a lot, lot further. I had expected problems with her parents because of the age difference, but the truth was that they were delighted to discover a respectable man having such an interest in their daughter and they were happy to visit me at home. They had a few qualms when she started staying overnight, but being of full age they couldn't do anything other than tell her to take care and we soon set up home together.

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We fucked conventionally, of course, but I made sure that she only had an orgasm with my prick in her throat. She had been used to wanking for a long time and all I had to do was work her clit with my fingers at the right time and I could get her to a climax every time I came into her mouth or throat. It made her love cock sucking and that was just fine with me.

Although I gave Suzy a lot of love and affection, I have to confess that I never told her how good she was at cock sucking. She was worried that with all my life experience and long marriage I would be disappointed with her inexperienced efforts. The boasts of the kids at school and the occupational unit had made her think that they were wildly adventurous although it was probably all fantasy. The truth was that I was having better sex than in the whole of my life, but I was happy to go along with her belief and tell her that I would train her to get her up to the necessary standard for us to have a happy life together.

She was really pleased with this idea. She had really enjoyed her initial cock sucking training and she got a lot of security out of training because her whole life had really been being trained how to cook safely, get around satisfactorily and so on. I decided to push it just a bit further and said that the training would only really be effective if she was punished if she fell below standard and I was amazed when she replied that she agreed completely. Her Daddy had spanked her whenever she did something wrong and it was only because of that that she had kept out of trouble and danger until now. With a little further questioning it turned out that Daddy had used his hand, belt and a cane on her bare ass whenever he felt the need right up until she came to live with me. I was absolutely gob smacked, but I never let on and said that was absolutely right and proper of him although she would have to understand that learning to be a good wife was a lot more serious than the lessons of childhood and she might have to expect a little more serious chastisement from me than her father had given her. She looked just a little worried, but agreed readily.

I had a lot of plans and one of my first actions was to make arrangements for Suzy to have a guide dog. At the dog training centre they were a bit surprised when I insisted that the dog had to be male and with his balls intact, but they never questioned it at all said that it would not be any problem. There were none ready trained that fitted my requirements, so I agreed with them that I would buy a pedigree labrador puppy and present it to them for training. We would be able to take delivery in six months. I selected a gorgeous golden puppy whose parents were large, very healthy looking dogs. Suzy had never had a dog and always got around with a long stick and another human being on most occasions. She absolutely adored stoking and cuddling the puppy before we handed him over for training and she couldn't wait for him to be back with us. We had to name him before he went for training. He is 'Muff'.

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Anyway, back to the training. I set a rule that Suzy must suck me off before she ever got out of bed. In addition to this, I would take her in the mouth whenever I wished and she was required to swallow all of my cum on every occasion. She would be punished if she failed meet the rules completely including the spilling of any cum or failing to take me completely as I wanted. The very first morning after the rules had been set, she hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom before climbing back in beside me. As she went to cuddle up to me I snapped harshly:

"On your knees on the floor for ten strokes of the belt."

She gave a little squeal and turned her head up to me mumbling "why?"

"Why Master" I replied. "And you know why. You got out of bed without doing your duty"

Realisation crossed her face and she dived her head to get my prick in her mouth, but I pulled her back by her hair and ordered her onto her knees. Without any further hint of resistance, she jumped out of bed and got on her knees with her head to the floor. Legs slightly parted and her ass high. It was quite obvious how her father had done things and I don't think that it was just about discipline. I took a leather trouser belt from the wardrobe, doubled it in my hand and gave her one firm whack across both buttocks. She barely flinched and called out "one" in a clear, firm voice. I asked her why she had called out the number and she said that if she didn't her father would not count it and she would get more than he had said. I replied that this was quite correct and that she must do the same for all the punishments she would get from me. I gradually increased the force of the blows over the next four or five strokes until she was crying and calling out a little as each stroke raised another brilliant mark on her ass.. Still she kept up the counting. She kept in position too, until after the last stroke had been counted when she fell in a sobbing heap on the floor and clutched her hands to her scorching bottom.

I ordered her back into bed and gave her a throat fucking until I came a huge load into her mouth and she convulsed in an explosive orgasm. When she had swallowed my cum and licked me clean I turned her round to kiss and lick her burning buttocks while I worked her clit to a further series of intense orgasms.

That little lesson was very effective. Most mornings I woke to the sensation of my prick swelling in Suzy's mouth. If she needed a piss in the night, she would suck me gently so as not to wake me too suddenly until I eventually shot my load and she could go to relieve herself. Whenever I woke first I would just tap her lightly and she was down on me immediately.

Of course there were times when she gagged or coughed and sometimes she spilled a little. I warmed her ass on each of these occasions and she learned very quickly. Once when I was giving her a hard throat fucking on the bed she choked and threw up on the bed clothes. It was obviously not her fault except that she had to learn to conquer her gag reflex and relax her throat under all conditions and she hadn't yet got to that stage. Anyway I didn't like being interrupted or having the sheets soiled, so the punishment was a bit harder than usual. O ordered her onto her knees with her body upright and her hands clasped behind her back. I picked up the cane from its home on my bedside cabinet and gave her a good hard one across the tops of her tits after telling her that she was going to get six of the cane. She obediently cried out "One Master" although the blow was clearly a shock and tears came immediately to her eyes. The welt on her tits was beautiful. Within a few seconds I gave her another one just the same. Her tits bounced wildly and they were swelling with the bruises from the cane. She managed to call the number, but her voice was faltering with the pain.

I decided to put the next one across her belly, which caused her to bend sharply forward with the shock. Because I had not told her where I would hit and she could not see what I was doing, she had no idea what to expect next other than that there were still three more strokes to come. She straightened up without me needing to order her and knelt ready for the continuation of her punishment with tears running down her lovely cheeks. I aimed directly at her nipples and got her tits right on their front. She gasped as it took the wind from her lungs and the reddened, swollen and striped tits swelled a little more. Suzy screamed with this stroke and only just managed to call out the number.

I went and took a sip of water and then poured a little from the glass over each of her breasts.. I am not sure why I did this. I don't know whether the cooling would have been soothing at all, but I had a bit of a recollection that wet skin stung worse when it was spanked. I don't think I really wanted to hurt her any more than I was already doing, but who knows. I put the next one on her belly again. I angled it differently and it left a kind of wide cross mark. She didn't even bend this time. She called out "five Master" quite clearly and firmly. She knew that the end of her punishment was close. Her final one was again across the top of her tits. There was a little splash from the wet skin and a loud squeal before Suzy managed to call out "six Master" before clutching her breasts and curling up crying.

I admired, kissed, cuddled and caressed those bruised and swollen breasts for well over two weeks before the marks had faded into a general discolouration. Suzy could not see any of this of course, but she could feel the welts and the changes in the shape of her swollen tits. It hurt her a lot, but she loved the attention that she got. Each day I told her about the changes in the colour of her tits. Colour doesn't have any real meaning to her, but she knows that it is a big part of the sighted world and she was fascinated that her body could present a different picture to me each day as it went through shades of red, purple, black, brown, yellow and even green. Because of the cross on her stomach I called her my hot cross bun, but she said that was not right because she was not cross. She was grateful so I called her torrid tits instead.

On one occasion she got to giggling while she was sucking me and nipped the end of my dick with her teeth. It wasn't much, but I yelled out and told her to prepare herself for punishment. She would be taught that the genitals are sensitive and to be treated with loving care. This was going to be a serious punishment. Apart from the little accident with the teeth, cock sucking is a serious business. She must learn to give it every bit of her attention and she does not laugh with my prick in her mouth. I shaved her cunt completely free of all pubic hair and told her that she was going to get a cunt whipping. To build up the tension for her, I made her stay naked in the bedroom while I went out and bought some thin leather strips from a local horse tack shop whose owner is a very good friend of mine. Luckily he was in and while the girl was cutting the thongs to my requirements, I went and had a chat with him. He knew about my new relationship although he had never met Suzy and I told him that I needed a pussy whip for a bit of discipline and I was going to make one up. He said that there was no need for me to do it. He knew exactly what I required and he would make it up himself. When I asked him how long it would take he said it would be about an hour and he would drop it round to my place to save me waiting.

It was obvious that he wanted to see Suzy and I decided that I would let him, so I set off back home. My mind was racing. I had never involved anybody else in my love making and certainly never discussed anything like it with Suzy. When my wife took a lover I had fantasised about what she did with him, but I had never had any group sex or watched other people making love except in porno films. My mind was racing. Did I dare to involve my friend and if so how?

By the time I got home I had made up my mind that I was going to involve Peter, but that I would take it very carefully. Suzy was very anxious. She was tearful and asked what position she must take for her cunt whipping. I put her on the bed and demonstrated how she must lie on her back, lift her legs up so that her feet are above her shoulders and grasp her ankles so that she holds her legs straight with the feet as wide apart as possible. She did this, displaying her cunt and ass beautifully. While she was in position I explained that I had ordered the whip to be specially made for her punishment and that the craftsman would be delivering it shortly. When the doorbell rang, she was to answer the door, naked as she was now, and invite the whip maker in.

Suzy made no reply as I explained what she was to do. Her face showed fear and an inability to know how to respond. I took her in my arms, cuddled her and kissed her passionately. I whispered gently into her ear that she knew she must be punished to make her perfect in our relationship and that I would protect her always from coming to any harm. She was going to be given a painful cunt because she had hurt my prick and the man who had been kind enough to help her by making the instrument of her punishment would get to see the beautiful recipient of his craftsmanship.

The tension eased from her body and she kissed me back with obvious, hot excitement. I felt her cunt and it was soaking.

When the doorbell rang, Suzy was already waiting and she opened it immediately, standing back from the door as she did so. I stood a few paces behind her and watched the face of Peter. He let out a silent whistle as he looked at the naked beauty standing before him with her bald cunt still pink from its earlier shaving and her own excitement. I called out "come in" and he quickly did so, closing the door behind him. Before he could say anything I said "Welcome to our home Peter. Suzy wishes to thank you for coming and for helping her with her training."

Peter took the whip from his pocket. It was an amazing sight as he stood before Suzy looking her up and down, with his prick as stiff as a ramrod pushing his trousers out like a tent. He is a powerfully built man standing more than six feet three inches tall and he looked a giant peering down on her small, slim figure.

"Suzy will take the whip and lead us to the bedroom"

Suzy put out her hand in response to my words and Peter placed the whip in it as she said "thank you Master" and bent her knees in a little curtsey. I had not taught her this and wondered where it came from, but I liked it. Suzy made her way to the bedroom and I gestured to Peter to come with us. Nothing was said.

In the room, I took the whip from Suzy's hand and instructed her to get into position. I examined the whip, which was a light device with six thin leather thongs as I had ordered. What I did not expect was that the handle was also in leather and shaped like a fairly large dildo. It was soft, but firm to handle. The thongs were about two feet long. I struck the whip into the palm of my own hand and told Suzy that twelve strokes would be appropriate for her offence.

Without any further delay, I brought the whip down directly on the oozing pink lips of her cunt. She called out "one Master" and her labia immediately reddened with deeper coloured marks on her pubic mound where the ends of the whip bit in to the flesh. I continued without pause, delivering six strokes all around the same area before I slowed the pace and spread the strokes a little onto the very tender inner thighs. By ten strokes she was screaming as each one fell and the whole of her cunt area was brilliantly reddened and ridged with welts. Despite this, Suzy was still hanging onto her ankles and and calling out the strokes. I turned to Peter who was transfixed. Gazing at Suzy's punished pussy, he realised that I was looking at him and broke his reverie. I passed him the whip and and indicating 'two' with my fingers, I stood aside and gestured to him to take my place to complete the punishment. He hesitated for a second, but when I nodded to him in encouragement he raised his arm and brought the whip down. He got a direct hit on the swollen cunt lips and Suzy's ass leapt off the bed as she screamed and called out "eleven Master" Peter smiled with enjoyment at having the opportunity to do this and looked to me again. I smiled back and nodded that he should carry on with the last stroke. He raised it a little higher than previously and gave her the final one dead centre and I saw some of the whip strands enter right inside her. She thrashed around in pain letting go of her ankles as she called out the final stroke number. I took the whip from Peter, thrust the dildo like handle fully home into her throbbing cunt and told her to wait where she was for me to return.

I took Peter downstairs where we had a cup of tea. I thanked him for his excellent work and asked him how much I owed him. He said that I must be joking, he would have paid a lot to come and see and do what had just happened and I was very welcome to the whip with his compliments. He said that he hoped that it got a lot of use and gave plenty of pleasure. Without making any offers about why, I said that as a very good and long time friend I thought that it was time he visited sometimes. He realised from my tone and what we had just done that there might be a bit more on offer than a drink and a chat and he said that he would love to come around. I made an arrangement for a week ahead and showed him to the door.

Returning to Suzy, I worked her to an orgasm with the new dildo whip and my prick deep in her throat. As I was working on her, I told her that she was going to make her payment to Peter for the whip next week when she would offer her mouth to him and show him how skilled she had become from her excellent training. She could not reply because of my prick, but from her squirming I knew that she was very excited.

In the week before Peter came we put a lot of time into cock sucking practice. Neither of us have to go out to work so she was able to spend a lot of each day on the sofa with her head in my lap perfecting her licking and sucking techniques. Whenever I felt like it I would take her head firmly in my hands and deep throat her. From time to time I would give her a full scale throat fuck. Whenever I felt a bit sore I would instruct her to lick and suck my balls to give my dick a little time for recovery. Apart from sleeping, eating and other natural breaks we spent the majority of the time for the whole week in intensive training. She had pretty well completely overcome jaw ache by now, but on the day that Peter was due to come I gave her eight hours off so that her mouth would be fully relaxed to serve my friend. During this time I told Suzy what she was going to say to Peter and she practised it in her mind.

At the appointed date and time, the doorbell rang and Suzy went naked to answer it. When she opened the door and stepped back there was exactly the same result as when Peter had delivered the pussy whip. He stepped into the house with a prick fighting to get out of his trousers. Of course Suzy was completely unaware of this, but I could see it and Peter knew that I could.

I welcomed Peter and invited him into the lounge. I directed him to the settee and he sat down beside me. Suzy followed us and knelt before Peter.

"Good evening Sir and welcome to our home. My Master has trained me to pleasure him with my mouth and I humbly request that I may try to please you similarly in return for your kindness in supplying one of my essential training aids."

Before Peter could respond I stood up and said that it might be a good idea if he took off his clothes while I went and got us a drink. As I walked across to the drinks cabinet Peter leapt to his feet and started pulling of his clothes. I returned with a very large whisky for each of us. I handed the drink to Peter who was already down to just his shoes and socks. Grabbing Suzy by the hair I guided her to him and she took his very large prick in her mouth.

I have a good sized prick for a normal man, but Peter is a much bigger man than I am and his dick was in proportion to his greater size. It was a hell of a buzz to see the really rigid member stretch Suzy's mouth as she went to work on it. She had practised hard for this moment and she was determined to do a god job, but I cold see that she was surprised at what a mouthful she had got.

I said:

"We have got all evening so let us settle down and take things slowly." I put my hand on Peter's shoulder and he sat himself back down on the sofa as Suzy followed, taking care to ensure that she kept him in her mouth. While they were settling I removed my own clothes and told Peter that as my guest for the evening he could either let Suzy suck him in her expert way or he could take the action to her and fuck her throat as hard as he wanted. However, it was her mouth only that was available.

Peter raised his glass and said "cheers" and we both took a large drink of the whisky. Peter knew that Suzy was visually handicapped, but as we drank and chatted I explained that she had never had any sight at all and how we had fallen in love. She was now my lifetime partner and I was training her in the arts of serving me as the head of the household. She was already an expert cock sucker and it was her wish to ensure that my guests should find their visits to our house to be as memorable and pleasurable as they could possibly be. He was our first guest and I wanted him to go away happy. Peter finished his drink and said that he was already very happy. While Suzy worked her mouth and tongue over his engorged prick. I refilled the glasses and as I returned I could see that Peter was already close to cumming and he was trying to hold himself back. I pulled Suzy's head away and told him that when he was ready to cum he should not hesitate to shoot his load into her mouth. She expected it and she would take care to swallow it all. However, he did not have to be passive. Her mouth was his for the evening to use as he liked and it might be best to relax for a while and think about whether he might like to fuck her throat as well as have her lick and suck him. I pushed Suzy's face into his crotch as I was talking and she got on with licking and sucking his balls.

Peter asked me if I really thought that Suzy could take him into her throat because he had never managed to do that with a woman. His wife enjoyed sucking him, but she complained that her jaw was aching after a short while and she had never throated him. She really didn't like him to cum in her mouth and would always stop when she thought that he was close. I laughed and said that Suzy was a professional and he should find out what a real woman could do for a guy.

At this point , after downing the second very large whisky, Peter asked if he could have a look at the state of Suzy's cunt a week after the whipping that she had with his whip. Well I really could not refuse that since he had made the instrument and taken part in the punishment so I told Suzy to lie on the floor with her legs spread and I filled the glasses again.

I had not intended for her cunt to get any attention from Peter this evening, but even so I had made Suzy treat her pubic area with hair removing cream this morning because I did not want her to have unpleasant stubble from the shaving the previous week.

Peter and I knelt either side of her and closely examined the the remaining bruises. We traced the lines of the whip with our fingers over the glistening lips of her cunt. I made it clear to Peter that her mouth was his for this evening, not her cunt, but in view of his very special part in her flogging he could finger his handiwork if he wished. I explained that the reason for her whipping had been because she was careless with her teeth and now there was not the slightest risk of a bite on his tender parts. After we had felt and probed her for a few minutes while we drank our drinks, I gave her a good kiss on the cunt and winked to Peter that he could do the same. When he did it I noticed that he slid his tongue right inside her and came up with his face wet with cunt juice.

"Time to get back to business I think". I said to Peter. "Do you want to give her throat a good fucking now or do you want to let her suck you off and save the rougher stuff until later?"

He handed me his empty glass, grabbed her by the left tit and pulled her into a kneeling position as he stood up. Taking her hair in one hand and his prick in the other, he put it in her mouth and thrust it right down her throat. For all the training that I had given Suzy , I wasn't sure that she could cope with this, but there was not any gagging at all. Peter put one huge hand on each side of her head and pumped his massive prick in and out of her throat. I stared at her and I could see it going down and then her neck reduce in size as he withdrew before it was engorged again. What a fantastic sight. I had never seen anything like it. I refilled our glasses and as I got back he pulled her face hard into his groin and he shuddered as he shot spurt after spurt of cum deep into her throat.

After that we sat down for a while drinking and talking while Suzy licked and sucked on Peter until he was hard again. He came in her mouth twice more before the drink overcame him. We got him dressed and called a taxi to take him home.

When He had gone I told Suzy what a beautiful and wonderful lover she was and I finally relieved my raging prick into her.

I cum in Suzy's mouth or throat at least once every day and she can take a full blooded throat fuck from a prick larger than mine as well as servicing me to perfection. We were at the point where her cock sucking expertise was so great that it was time to move onto further training. But that is another story.

 

Do you know what you did wrong?”

She looks up at him briefly and nods.

“That is not an acceptable answer, you will answer me when I ask you something, now then, do you know what you did wrong?”

“I was being rude and giving you attitude.” Her tone is a bit more insolent than she intended and inwardly she cringes a little knowing that it isn’t going to help matters.

“I beg your pardon? Is that how you address me when you are being punished? You’re only making it worse for yourself”

“I’m sorry. I was being rude and having an attitude with you sir.”

“That’s better. You also were being defiant which as you know I do not allow.”

Yes, she does know this, but she had been so frustrated lately and she hadn’t meant to lash out at him.

“I have thought about this very carefully, because your behavior deteriorated over several days, then your punishment is going to be several days as well.  You will be punished today and for the next 2 days.”

She looked at him wide eyed. Three days of punishment? He couldn’t be serious.

“That’s not fair!” She wished she could take it back the second it flew out of her mouth.

“Fair is what I say it is, apparently I have been more lax than I thought, your attitude is terrible. Don’t worry after 3 days of me blistering your ass I am sure you’ll be back to your sweet little self, if not I can add days, I have no problem going for 4 or 5… hell, If you keep running that mouth of yours and you could earn a week of not being able to sit. Your choice.”

She says nothing this time, just looks down, her face burning. Three days? She didn’t know how she could take that. She resigned herself, realizing that any argument would only make him hit harder and the last thing she wanted was more days to look forward to.

“We’re going to start now, take off your bottoms and bend over the end of the bed. I am going to give you 20 cane strokes, you can expect the same for the next two mornings. Don’t get too comfy though, these aren’t your punishment, I just want you to start the day with a sore bottom. If you move, argue or try to cover yourself, I will add 3 strokes for each infraction, and you can be assured at least one of those 3 will be on the thighs.”

She winces as he says that, the backs of the thighs are her least favorite, he knows that and loves to place a few choice welts across them every chance he gets. She undresses and places herself across the end of the bed, almost instantly she feels the white hot pain of the first stroke as he brings the cane down across the middle of both cheeks. She lets out a loud whimper and kicks her feet a little trying to lessen the sting.

The second lands just below the first and she cries out a little, struggling to keep her footing.

“You better watch how much you move princess; you’re very close to earning 3 extra right now.”

The next 5 are rapid fire, she can’t believe how fast they come, she can’t catch her breath and begins to quietly sob into the bed. He brings the cane down over and over, he likes seeing the raised red lines across her ass, the tops of her thighs look especially painful and he smiles to himself, admiring the stripes he has left there. He is almost done, only 3 more to go and he decides he wants her to really enjoy those, he lines up the cane and brings it down even harder than the last ones across her sit spot, that tender area where her ass meets her legs, she jumps and tried to move out of the way frantically.

“tsk tsk… what did I say? That means now you have 5 left instead of 2, you were so close to being done too… back over the bed, NOW.”

She climbs back, scared. Her bottom is on fire and she knows he will make these worse that the others.

Whoosh, CRACK. She could hear it coming and the pain is almost unbearable. Again, the sound before she feels it connect, she can feel the welts rising almost instantly. The third is even worse, squarely across her thighs and it takes all she can muster to stay still. He places the last two across her upturned bottom before putting down the cane. He watches her sob for a few moments, still bent over and smiles realizing she is waiting to be told to get up. He debates and decides to put a plug in her before letting her up. He tells her to get dressed and go make their breakfast.

She starts breakfast, her face still red from crying and her bottom feeling so sore and full. Sitting while they eat is even more difficult and he enjoys watching her squirm. The more she twitches around in her seat, the harder he can feel himself getting, and he eats a little fast so he can take her back upstairs. He watches her clean up the kitchen and do the dishes before ordering her back upstairs.

Once he gets her back into the bedroom he strips her back down, playing with the plug, seeing her wince and squirm more as the toy is forced into her harder, pinching her nipples hard until she whimpers and sits up straight to try and lessen the pain. He pushes her onto her knees in front of him.

“Since that mouth is what got you in trouble, I think it is only appropriate that it be part of your punishment. I expect you to swallow, you will add one day to your punishment if you don’t.” With that he pushes the tip of his cock past her lips, fucking her mouth. He pulls her head back and makes her lick his balls before shoving his cock back into her mouth again. She obediently sucks on him, trying to please him, until he finally comes. He takes the plug out of her and tells her to get dressed.

She spends the rest of the morning wondering what he has planned for that night, part of her dreading it and part of her feeling guilty for being the way she had been. He watches her throughout the day, enjoying how sweet she is when he has beat her soundly. By the time bedtime has rolled around she has almost forgotten. He smiles at her as she brushes past him in her towel.

“I hope your ready for the rest of today’s punishment”

She freezes, that creeping feeling that she always gets when he is assertive sets in, scaring her a little because she knows this will hurt, and at the same time making her pussy tingle.

“Yes sir.” She answers, feeling the submissive calm come over her.

“Now then, you know why you’re being punished.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. Bend over the bed”

She does quietly, wondering how bad this will be if he intends to do it for 2 more days. She gets her answer quickly. He begins softly, but only for a short time, building quickly until he is whipping her hard, tears spring into her eyes as she begins to whimper, begging him to stop.

“You deserve every single lick of this for your behavior, you know that. You know what you did was wrong, don’t you?”

“Yes sir...” She is choking back sobs, “I’m sorry.. please”

“Please what? You just admitted you deserve this, why would you ask me to stop? In fact you should be grateful that you are being corrected. “

He doesn’t let up, the beating reaching a mild frenzy while she sobs, her bottom becoming redder and redder, welts raising up, no area left unhurt. Her thighs are practically glowing red from all the strokes he put on them. Finally he stops, his arm starting to get tired.

“Now then, I am not done with you yet, though I am done beating you for tonight. I want you to go stand in the corner and wait for me to come back, do you understand?”

“Yes sir”

“Good.” He walks out of the room and returns a few moments later. She feels his finger along her bottom, then something small being forced into her, it begins to burn almost instantly and she begins squirming.

“That ginger is to stay there for a full 10 minutes while you stand in the corner. I want you to think about your behavior while you are there.”

He places a clamp on each nipple and one on her clit as well before leaving her there to get himself ready for bed. The 10 minutes feel like 10 hours, she is still whimpering from her beating, and the ginger feels like it is getting worse by the second. At last it is over, he takes the ginger out and slowly removes each clamp before hugging her and taking her into bed with him.

“You were a very good girl today. I expect you to be ready in the morning for your caning again, tomorrow and Sunday will be exactly like today, caning in the morning, the plug, you will swallow and in the evening another beating and the ginger, any misbehavior during those days would be ill advised, do you understand?”

“Yes sir” She was worn out from the day, but even the fear of the next couldn’t overshadow the comfort of knowing he was in charge and she would be taken care of.

“Good girl.” He kisses her gently as he slides into her.

in the sun

lounge beside me.

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

‘Yes Master. That is a good idea.’

‘Come with me up to our room.’

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

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

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

‘Move over her Sub. Present your nipples.’

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

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

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

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

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

‘Kneel’

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

‘Head down.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enjoy yourself…….

Master leaves the room with a click of the door.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Mmmm, what have we here.’

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

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

‘Open’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Lick it clean Slut.’

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

‘Yes.’ He calls out without moving.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Shut it Slut..’

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

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

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

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

‘Move her over here to the table.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The door shuts and they are gone.

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

‘Hello my Sub. I am back from golf.’

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

‘Master… I am so glad to see you.’

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

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

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

tweaking my nipples and positioning them just below the lace.

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

‘Yes Master.’

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

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

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

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

I froze, and stared at the table in shock.

‘Jenny, Mike said hello to you.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘On the bed, on your knees.’

I obey him.



The long night was just beginning for me.

arm holds me tightly against a firm body.

A deep, masculine voice whispers in my ear "Don't struggle, do as you're told and it won't hurt as much."

What was he thinking of, of course I'm struggling .. kicking and wriggling to get out of his arms, why am I just going to stand here and do what he says for goodness sake!

As I'm thinking this, his arm is tightening around me and his hand is pulling my head back against his shoulder until my head is bent right back and all I can see is the sky, the stars twinkling above me, he easily turns me and moves me across the street. I'm struggling against his hold but it makes no difference, he pulls me where he wants me to go. We go through the open door of the building opposite, and as we go through the door it closes behind us with a thud, followed by the final click of a lock as a key is turned. That sound penetrates my mind .. his hands are on me .. I can't see anyone else .. I'm still struggling but he is holding me easily .. but still the door closed and a lock was turned .. Oh god! there's someone else here too. I try to scream again but all that comes out is a squeak and a croak as the hand muffles my cries for help.

The building is an old shop, boarded up now, unused. Suddenly it's filled with light and I can see the room as it's never been before. It's been changed into a room of horrors .. hooks and chains hang from the ceiling and the top part of the walls. He lets my head go from its awkward resting place and I can see wooden frames and bars standing against the walls and on the floor, tables standing along the wall with things laid out in rows, things I've never seen before, odd shaped bats, leather strips with balls attached, whips. I begin to shake in terror. My eyes scan further round the room and come to rest on the other side of the room and a woman standing near the door smiling at me. She's wearing a black leather basque and fishnet stockings with stilettos .. What is this place? Who is she? Why am I here? all run through my mind but I can't ask as the hand is still firmly over my mouth but all the time I'm still struggling.

He manhandles me over to a frame in the middle of the room, it looks like an X made out of wood with leather cuffs of some sort on each of the prongs. As we get to the frame the woman joins us there and as he stands me against the cross facing it. The wood is slightly course against my skin as she secures me to it at the ankles ... I don't make it easy for her ...I'm still kicking and wriggling ... and he has to put his body against mine to hold me against the cross as she shackles me to it. I can feel his hard cock against my backside as he holds me there. Once my legs are secure she takes one of my arms and secures that, and then the other ... he now only has his hand on my mouth stopping me screaming ... I'm shaking my head trying to gain some freedom ... unsuccessfully.

She moves away ... from the corner of my eye I see her go to one of the tables where there are the leather things with balls on them ...she comes back carrying one with a red ball ...she's smiling. He pulls my head back just as she reaches us and before I realise what's happened the ball is in my mouth and the leather is secured tightly around my face, like a harness holding the ball tightly in my mouth. I try to scream .. but it's muffled ... I shake my head, but it doesn't move. I'm trapped. My arms and legs securely attached in an open cross shape to the wooden X, it feels over 3 feet apart, uncomfortable, and silenced by a ball securely held in my mouth.

The man and woman walk around me, and I see him for the first time as he stands in front of me through the gap of the cross. It's the man from the pub. The one who has been in for the last few weeks, chatting to me, asking me questions, wanting to know all about me. I look at him .. begging with my eyes to be let go, but all he does is laugh.

"Well girl" he says "you said you liked adventure and that you wanted to learn more about yourself, you will tonight, and you'll love it"

I shake my head, trying to tell them no .. but to no avail. They walk behind me and I hear rustling of clothes. Suddenly arms go round me and the buttons of my coat are undone, I feel a few tugs and the coat is on the floor ... cut in half down the back. I'm stood in my work uniform, a black short skirt, black tee-shirt, stockings and shoes. The skirt is next, followed by the tee-shirt ... leaving me stood in black bra and thong, stockings and shoes. Then it's the turn of the thong and the bra, off in a second. All the time I'm trying to shout, trying to struggle and escape. What's this all about ... I know nothing about any of this .. I'm innocent, a virgin ... I masturbate, but know that it's wrong ... is this my punishment?

I see the woman move to the table once again out of the corner of my eye, but this time I don't see what she comes back with. I feel them behind me ... not knowing wheat to expect next. Then I feel hands on my back rubbing me with oil gently ... like a massage .. they are her hands ...soft gentle hands. After a few minutes I begin to relax a little, then I feel more hands .. his hands .. they are on my backside, rubbing oil there round and round until I feel something rubbing against my anus and then "aaaggghhhh" I scream as something is pushed deep inside me in one stroke ... wedging deep inside me. Filling me.

"Sssshhhhhhh" he says "that's only a medium butt plug, I could have used a large one, you'll get used to it"

My whole body is stiff with shock and pain, not knowing what to do as his hands rejoin her hands on my back, massaging, caressing me. The pain subsides and I just feel the fullness inside me. His hands leave me again and he walks away. Her hands continue on their path on my body, moving around my back, round the sides .. extending towards my breasts, ever extending their circles. He returns from wherever he's been as I feel the first curls of excitement in my stomach. Why am I feeling this. I only get that when I play with myself, when I rub myself .. what's happening to me? Is it the thing inside me? Is it her hands?

He's stood behind me again and I feel his hands on my backside again, this time spreading my cheeks to give him access to me. I feel him slide something smooth and cold along my slit and then it starts to vibrate ... oh my god!! Waves of pleasure wash over me as the vibrator moves slowly towards my clit and then back again before slowly being pushed into my wet slit, slowly pushing inside me .. vibrations moving deeper into me ... the moans muffled by the gag as my knees begin to buckle beneath me as an orgasm washes over me. My cuffed arms my only means of support ... his laugh echoing in my ears.

"Enjoying yourself are you?" he asks.

The next thing I know their hands are releasing the arm cuffs and ankle cuffs and I'm being carried. I'm laid on a bed and again cuffed, but this time to the corners of the bed face up, still gagged.

The man has the vibrator in his hand ... smiling down at me as he lays it on my clit again before running it down my slit to steadily push it inside me .. I try to pull away but can't. At the same time I feel her bend over me and her lips capturing my nipple. Gently sucking on it, pulling it into her mouth and running her tongue around it before turning her attention to the other one and doing exactly the same to that one. I shake my head to say no ...and she just laughs at me.

"This is my time ... you'll enjoy it" she says.

She sucks hard pulling my nipple deep into her mouth, nibbling at it, grazing it with her teeth, and I feel a strange pull in my stomach at the same time. She releases my nipple and nods at him, he starts to move the vibrator in me at the same time ... sensations flood over me .. I don't know where they come from first .. or most ... her mouth pulling, sucking, nibbling my nipples or his fingers manipulating the vibrator inside me. I feel the trembling growing inside me .. the juddering beginning to wash over me .. unable to stop myself as I explode in an orgasm long and hard as I never had before.

While still in its aftermath he removes the vibrator and she moves her lips to my throbbing clit and begins to lick me as he begins to gently flick my nipples with his finger then gently tap them. She moves her tongue smoothly, rhythmically up and down .. round and round, before delving inside me ... while he still taps my breasts and nipples, getting harder in his movements. I orgasm again...unable to stop myself as her tongue works its magic on me.

As I calm down they release my hands and ankles, I lay there too exhausted to move. A happy exhaustion.

"So have you enjoyed yourself slut?" he asked "do you want to explore more of yourself?"

ace="Times New Roman">Exploring April—Carol’s Fantasy

 

April and I had spent a cold, but very interesting evening helping Carol care for her horses by lantern light including a long, cold struggle to heat the horses’ water with nothing but propane torches and then we retired back to April’s home, all of us chilled to the bone and happy to back with electric lights and a warm house. The girls suggest we use the hot tub on the sun porch, but my mind is still contemplating Carol’s barn and our conversations there.

 

The barn had a large center hallway with stall down each side.  At one end there were some multipurpose rooms for grooming in cross ties and a foaling or sick horse stall equipped with heat.  There was a large opening to the loft with a chain host for lifting heavy items.  Fascinatingly there was also a room with a very strong wooden frame shaped roughly like the rear half of a horse’s torso, the top and side heavily padded in plastic covered foam.  When I asked Carol what it was had explained that it was harvesting set up.  She’d had it built to protect her when she gathered sperm from her championship stallion.

 

We found out from Carol that because horses are very sensitive to sedation all non-manual methods of gaining sperm, such as electro-ejaculation are generally not used unless it is a last ditch final attempt at harvest from a dying horse.  Instead the horse is, in essence, masturbated to climax by hand, thus providing the sexual emission, which is saved for future use. 

 

The stand, she explained, provides a natural mounting location for the male and the shallow trench running under the stand allowed her to stand under the horse much the way service station grease pits allow the mechanic to work under a car.  “Even when you know an animal well, he is still 1300 pounds of excitement when sexually excited and he can easily kick or bite you if you’re not careful.”

 

“How does it work?  Do you just call him over and jerk him off?”

 

“Not quite, but close.  Once he knows what we are going to do in this stall he is generally willing.  We mix a bowl of water and lubricant and after the horse has mounted the hollow form his penis slides quite naturally into the opening and then you rub his cock by hand until ejaculation.  It is quite long and thick and but you have to work on the head more than the shaft,” Carol explained.  “He won’t cum unless you work his organ in tandem with his thrusting strokes.

 

I had other people show me how they harvest, but I never found it to an easy or safe operation bent over beside the animal, where any kick or bite could really harm me, so I had the frame built for protection.  After all I do want to harvest him.  People pay a lot for his sperm and there is a lot of it.  The average horse squirts out about a half cup at a time, more than even your cock Tom and your nearly bury me under your loads, but my guy here, he is almost always nearer a full cup and it can spray six or eight feet so you’ve got to be carefully or you’ll get a cup or warm horse spunk in your face and it will seem like a gallon!” 

 

We all laughed.  “Has that happened to you?”

 

Carol just smiled in a way that let no doubt that not only had she experienced horse spunk, but she had enjoyed it.  I was remembering this conversation and with it I began wondering about the idea of April sucking off a huge horse cock.  The idea was suddenly appealing, but that would have to wait for another day.  The water was hot and girls were already in and calling for me so I hurried to the tub, stripped and entered the hot water laying back and enjoying the warmth and made me feel sleepy. 

 

April was already playing with the jets, beginning to shamelessly masturbate making soft sexual sounds as one of the jets was shooting hot bubbles all over her clitoris. “Tell me a story.”  She begged softly between moans. “Tell Carol and me a fantasy like I like, only have all of it happen to Carol.”  She said looking at her naked friend with unconcealed lust.

 

“Sure,” Carol laughed.  “Go ahead.  Turn me on too.”

 

“I’m not sure April’s ideas will turn you on.  April likes things really rough.  Hell, she likes it violent and painful even more so in fantasy and we’ve done some very painful thing to her and I worry what turns her on will gross you out.”  I turned to April.  What exactly do you want to happen in her fantasy?”

 

I want you to rape her over and over.  I want your hand cock to force it way up her ass and I want her bound and sexually tortured until she is exhausted and then fucked even harder, and sexually tortured even more.  I want her stretched beyond anything she’s ever experienced or even thought of.   I want you to force her to climax over and over like you do me, even when I’m in pain, even when you’re crushing my nipples and I am in agony you play with my clit or fuck my asshole until I cum anyway and it is always the most intense orgasms I’ve even had.  I want the fantasy you make up for her to be so intense, so frightening, and so sexually exciting that it becomes the one and only thing she thinks of when she’s aroused, the one thing that totally turns her on and totally frightens her at the same time.”

 

“That’s a big order.  What about it Carol. Shall I try and make of a fantasy for you like this?  Would it turn you on?”  I could see her nipples had already stiffened in excitement and she too was finding a stream of hot water to pleasure her womanhood.   

 

“Try me.” She ordered.   “Make it really rough.  Show what my slutty girlfriend likes no matter how brutal.  Its only fantasy, torture me to death who cares?  If you do good, I might let you take me anyway, in any opening you want, if you’ll do me all night long she promised,” reaching out for my rapidly growing and already very large partial erection working it with her hand toward it’s full size.  “God,” she breathed.  “I need this in me so very bad.”  So what else could I do but begin.

 

“Ok.”  I began.  “It is late spring, early summer and the days are long and getting warm.  You’ve just finished your chores when you are grabbed from behind in the barn.  You struggle and see that I have hold of you and with me are three other guys. “If you fight it will just go worse for you.” I say menacingly when you stop your futile struggle.  I relax my grip and you try to escape twisting away, but the other guys are large and strong as well and two of them hold your arms and turn you to face me.

 

“So Carol, I guess you need to be taught so manners before we start fucking your tight little cunt.  Without warning I pull my arm back and slap you across the face.  You head snaps over to the other side and tears begin to flow.  A trickle of blood flows from where your lip contacted you teeth.  The pain isn’t so bad, but physiologically it is devastating a betrayal of your whole system of beliefs about how men and women relate.  You’ve never been struck by a man before and you’re shocked and appalled.  When you look up at me again I reach out and rip your shirt open exposing your lovely breasts in their lacy bra.  I pinch your nipples hard through the lace making you cry out in pain and fear knowing now without a doubt that all of us are going to rape you over and over, and hurt you as we take out pleasures with your body.  This will be your last visual experience for a while as I take the black cloth brought for the purpose and blindfold you. 

 

I want you to stop struggling and accept what is going to happen but you are still expecting normal polite behavior and that’s not what you get from a rapist.  So I hit you hard in the belly doubling you up in the guys’ arms.  It takes a couple of minutes for you to find your feet again still bent over, out of breath and hurting.  I crush your soft tits in my hands and then hit you in the belly once more and the guys drop you to the floor where we all kick and beat you, the blows landing on every part of you body except the face which I’d warned everybody to avoid no wanting to disfigure you.  At the same time I had the guy plan the pain to be sexual so the majority of the blows land on your breasts, butt and when possible we work to get your legs apart and one of the guys kicks you in between the legs several painful times, leaving you gasping in pain.  

 

It seems to have gone on forever, these blows and the pain, although just a couple of minutes have passed and you become aware the abuse has stopped and several hands are ripping your clothes off in frantic lust.  Now that you are in the right frame of mind you have stopped fighting.  Whatever is going to happen will happen now and your new goal is simply survival.  While they’ve been stripping you I’ve retrieved the huge jar of petroleum jelly you keep for treating the horses and I generously coat your, breasts especially your sensitive nipples and the guys start pulling and twisting them right away, forcing cries of pain and pleasure from you while I coat you whole vulva and anal opening in a think layer working fingers into your openings, while all the while assuring you it is for our pleasure and not yours. 

 

The guys drag you to a table where we lay you atop a couple of saddle blankets.  I had insisted on taking you first.  I wanted it to be someone you knew and I wanted you to opened by someone who wouldn’t tear you apart in their lust so before the guys shoved their organs up you I was going to initiate your body to an evening of forced sex and torture.  Therefore I had the guys pull your legs apart and I entered you tight and un-aroused pussy forcing your vaginal walls apart with my huge, swollen cock-head, making way for my eager and quivering shaft.  You lay still, but you can stop and deep animal noises that come from my forced invasion.  You are so very tight, fighting me and giving me even more pleasure from you semi-dry tightness.   At last my whole length is inside of you and I slowly pullback enjoying each and every interior fold of your vagina that caresses my thickness as it withdraws.   

 

I trust once more and find you are lubricating in spite of you wishes not to cooperate and I mock you with the fact that you are getting wet.  After a few more trusts I pull out and make you suck you own thick juices off of me then I return and fuck you hard, making you cry out with pleasure and fear at every insertion as your cunt begins making sloppy, wet noises in time with your moans and cries.

 

I hear April cum her body writhing against the hot tub jet.  Carol is making soft sounds of pleasure as the warm water laps at her most private areas like a tongue so I continue.

 

I withdraw my cock completely my organ dark and swollen from your pleasures.  I tell the guys to pull your legs way back and as you plead with me not to hurt you anymore making the guys holding your legs laugh and Norm whose meat was the longest of all of us mocks you saying, “You having begun to get hurt yet!”  I position my bulging penis against your tiny pink opening and slowing, enjoying every tiny sensation on my cock –head I force my way past your ring of muscle and in just a few strokes I am balls-deep inside your asshole.  I feel you stiffen and try to fight it as my thick organ forces your bowels to accommodate me.  It is useless to fight and I pull completely out and with one wicked stab take you easily to the hilt hearing your scream of agony and thrust viscously and enjoyably in and out of your back door noticing a slight seam of blood on my wet cock.  The others still surround you pinching your nipples, now horribly engorged and elongated and still they tug and pinch at them mercilessly.  Eric has his nine-inch long and uncircumcised cock going in and out of your mouth. The guys are still holding your legs back and with my cock in your ass and your freshly fucked cunt you are obscenely open and available.  Meanwhile I an enjoying the feel of your flesh clinging to my organ and so are you.  For the last couple of minutes you’ve been quietly chanting almost to yourself, “No!  No!” over and over, your body is saying yes and against your will you begin to enter into the most massive climax of your life.  It is the ultimate weapon of rape – forcing your own body to respond apart from your own will.  In another few minutes You fell me begin contracting my moans of pleasure mixing with your screams as my cock and hot juices rub all over your over sensitive clitoris after leaving your ass, my massive deposit left mostly in your rectum. 

 

Ed and I trade places his cock entering your well used anal passage while my cock fresh from the deepest exploration of your anus your ever experienced is presented from your mouth to clean covered in a mixture of your body’s juices and my thick, white fluid still dribbling our over your lips.

 

Sudden I hear Carol scream as her orgasm rips through her the warm water reaching all the places I been talking about.

 

From here on the next hour becomes a blur of cocks taking you any way they delight in.  Later you will only recall the time two guys took you at once one in you pussy and the other up the ass and how you fought against it for all you we worth but in the end you could prevent your own orgasm from tearing through your body against your will, further humiliating you that we could not only use your body, but force it to enjoy being used.

 

It takes over almost two hours for us to take a break from your rape.  In that time you’ve been taken vaginally to completion three times and anally four.  In addition two of the guys have shot loads in your mouth making you swallow something you’ve never been able to make yourself do before, yet, facing the prospect of more suffering, you gulped down their seed like a starved dog.

 

Now as Ed, the last guy is sliding his long cock inside you; you are able to take a look about as his organ makes wet sloppy noises in your well-used passage.  The rest of us stand around drinking beers and shouting encouragement to him.  He begins thrusting you harder and deeper and suddenly without any idea is was going to happen your arms are about him as you climax, crying out in pleasure as he fucks you harder than you ever been fucked at last you can feel his contractions as he leaves his sticky load inside your hot pink hole.

 

Hope that it might be over begins to creep into your thoughts as we stand or sit about and drink basically ignoring you and with this hope comes the worry that we are not done and what follows will be worse.  “Well,” you hear me tell the others.  “It’s about time to continue.”  And shortly you see me coming with a large coil of rope.

 

“Stand up!”  I order.

 

You do it.  I wrap the rope once about your lower torso passing just under your breasts and then Ed and Paul come over to help.  Each take hold of a nipple and brutally pull the breasts away from your chest wall as I wrap a circle of rope about the base each of your breasts so tightly that as I pull them tight the skin is painfully pinched and the breast where it meets your chest is markedly compressed like a sausage link and I continue this process until each of your tits is wrapped snuggly and protruding obscenely like an offering just waiting to be tormented and pleasured.

 

I then turn you about and the guys tie you arms behind you painfully pulling not only your wrists together but wrapping the two arms until the elbows nearly touch.  The pain in your shoulders is agonizing and now I walk you to the barn hallway where the access to the loft is.  The chain hoist will lift a ton and will certainly handle your 100 pounds.  I slid the hook under the rope between your breasts and begin to have the guys raise you up.  

 

You are in a complete panic at the thought of being hung by your tits and yet as the rope bites deeply into you soft flesh you are first on you feet and then your toes and now in intense pain your while weight is now totally resting on your tortured mammaries.

 

After getting you a couple of feet off the ground we gather around you feel our hands exploring you, our fingers tugging and cruelly crushing your sweet little nipples which in the past had only brought you pleasure.  Now you cry out in pains you never imagined possible.

 

Just when you thought things could not get worse you watch us talk together for a moment and then return to our pants and we each return with our thick leather belts and without warning and from every direction the blows begin falling causing you to scream in pain and writhe trying to escape but there is nothing you can do as the blows concentrate on you butt and especially the swollen, discolored breasts and their stiff nipples. 

 

April is climaxing once more her fingers franticly moving over her clit.

 

The first couple of minutes pass and you begin to retreat to some inner place the strangely you are aware of each painful impact but their effect upon you is now more mental than physical even though you can hear your own shrieks and screams of agony as four guys take turns beating the hell out of your once beautiful tits, now a purple mass of severely bruised tissue topped with raw and damaged nipples which are targeted over and over for even increasingly painful impacts with flying leather. You know you can’t take any more.  You think your whole chest is on fire and about to be ripped off your body. “Please!” You beg.  “Please! Please! Please! Please!

 

“Here that?” Ed yells.  “She wants the tit beating to stop.”

 

The abuse saddened ends and a guy grabs each of your legs taking so of the strain of your abused breasts, but only of a moment do you relax because it is soon obvious that mercy is no planned or intended.  Ropes slide behind each knee and then they are pulled far apart your weight still resting on your tits your body tilted back, your pussy open and exposed Ed then brought out the riding crop he’d found.

 

Raising up so you can see Ed begins beating your twat adjusting his stance until the stinging tip of the crop just grazes your inner labia. Each blow feels like someone cutting your labia off and your body convulses spasmodically with each stroke while on earthly screams issue from your mouth.  After 5 or 6 blows he stopped and using a small, but powerful vibrator begin stimulating you.  Gradually the pain begin melting into pleasure, then pleasure into passion, and passion builds closer and closer to orgasmic release and just as you reach the edge of release he stops and the crop hits your clit hard and rapid a number of times until you body confused and desperate climaxes from the painful stimulus and your cry out in pain and pleasure all at once. 

 

Nearly delirious after the last climax you are only dimly aware of your legs being untied and your body seems to lie on the floor of it’s own accord while the ropes on your arms are released and blood painfully moves back into you limbs.  We drag your semi-limp body to a sawhorse and lay you over it the long way the beam pressing between your breasts, belly and vulva.  Your hands are tied to the legs and you feel something inserted in your anus but can’t tell what it is at first.  Then when the sound of liquid hitting plastic is followed by a warm sensation in your ass and you realize that the item in your ass is a funnel and that the warm fluid is urine.  We are taking turns peeing into your gaping rectum.  You can’t believe the how degrading this is.  It would be one thing to be peed on but into seems intolerable.  Then the funnel is withdrawn and your hands are released and drug back over the chain hoist and your hand tied once more behind you and your horrible discolored and bruised breasts once more lift you.

 

Norm now steps forward his hand covered in petroleum jelly and begins forcing his fingers up your vaginal opening.  Ed has the vibrator against your clit and your body has begun once more to respond.  Norm inserts first two then three, then four fingers and is working them in and out rapidly fucking you then he folds in his thumb and begins forcing the entire hand inside of you.

 

Carol is now on her hands and knees by this point and April has three fingers inside her wet pussy while working her clit with the other, her own tits bouncing as she finger-fucks Carol and in moments I hear Carol cum a second time right here beside the hot tub.

 

Norm works his fist in you and fucks you without mercy until you can take it no longer and as you climax you begin squirting the contents of your huge urine enema.  We get the hose and wash you off with cold water using the spray on your clit until you at last scream into another climax as the icy water stimulates and stings your organs of pleasure At last we get you down and unwrap your abused breasts making you issue several long cries of agony as blood flow reaches the tortured tissue.

 

By now you are exhausted and we lay you face down on the table your feet resting on the ground and your body bent forward at the waist.  You are expecting more rape or sodomy so you aren’t surprised when we tie your legs loosely to the table legs.  You don’t have any idea why we are moving you when we carry you into the breading stall and position your naked sex near the opening in the hollow mount.  Getting the right position isn’t easy as we don’t want you so close a mating could kill you but at last we get it right.  If a horse mounts with you in that position he should be able to get about two thirds of his cock inside you maybe more, at least 12 inches and satisfied we leave you.  Have fun we call. 

 

In the dark of the blindfold you wonder why we didn’t tie your hands, but you can hear movement behind you and expect the rape to begin soon.  When nothing happens you at last decide to risk removing the blindfold.  We are gone and you realize where you are.  You’ve got to get your legs untied and fast because the sound behind you is the stallion and you can see his huge cock hanging down.  You reached down for the knots.  You can just reach them, but they are slippery, we’ve covered them and your ass with petroleum jelly just before leaving.  The stand above you creaks under the sudden strain of a horse and you feel the probing tip brush against you anal opening.  “God no!  Anything but that,” you think as you raise up to present your pussy to the invading cock rather than your poor asshole while frantically working at the knots when suddenly you can work no longer as the cock, large as woman’s forearm rips up your pussy and begins thrusting its huge swollen head grating up and down the entire length of you pussy.  Walking away from the barn we can hear your screams begin.

 

Some minutes later a huge load of horse sperm are pouring into you pussy.  Thankfully we left the table where the horse could only get half his length inside of you and even so your totally humiliated. The horse had so filled you that you climaxed as he thrust you.  Now tears on your face your body covered in sweat you again are working at getting free..  In the past the stallion was ready to rebreed a mare in a half hour or so and you know you’ve got that long to get free or he will take you once more.

 

April who has been filming the whole thing on DVD leaves now.  She has to meet up with us at her place and hope we can still get it up to fuck her.  She tells us you are getting lose and will probably be free before the horse is ready to go, but it will be close.  She puts the DVD into play and as we begin to watch your torure three of us fill all of April’s openings.

 

 

 

 

 

rd what sounded like rocks knocking around before he brought the speculum up, water dripping from the end of it. He watched my reaction as he dropped it back down again. Picking up some rope he reached down circling my knee with one end before treading it under the table and back up to wrap around the other one. Pulling the rope taunt my legs were spread wide, the ropes keeping me from being able to move without feeling like my hips and ankles were being pulled from their sockets. All my thoughts were on what he was going to do to me that I did not notice his hand reaching up tugging on the chain running between the clamps still hooked onto my nipples. "Ouch damn you that hurts." To late I realized what I just said, before being able to say anything else he jerked it again, then picked up to metal objects from the table and hooked one to each side of the chain. The weights tugged down in opposite directions causing the clamps to bite harder against my now extremely sensitive nipples. Giving each a slight tug he laughed as my whimpers filled the room. "Now what were you saying slut?" "Th...thank you Master."

Moving back down the table he grabbed the speculum and began to insert it into my cunt. Gasping my body tried to jerk away from the freezing cold metal. "What’s the matter bitch? Don’t you like the feel of the metal sliding against your skin after it has been sitting in ice water? It should cool you off some" He began laughing at my reply of "Not really Sir". After pushing it as far as he could inside me he began to open it, the freezing metal stretching me open making me feel like an exposed specimen from biology class about to be dissected. I struggle against the ropes trying to pull my legs closed to no avail. He grabbed up a small round metal ball and inserted it deep inside me pushing it past the ends of the speculum, "A little present for later girl." As he looked down into my eyes a sense of forbearing washed over me. His eyes closed momentarily, when they opened back up I could see anger burning through them. He grasped the speculum and without closing it he yanked it straight out and threw it on the table. "You really are a bitch, only a dog would not have the manners to thank someone when they give you a present." Crying I choked out "Please forgive my rudeness, thank you Sir for the present." Shaking his head "Don’t fret so girl by the time I have had you for a bit you will learn some manners, but for now another lesson is in order I do believe." Before total fear could set in I watched as he put on some gloves before picking up what looked like a hand made out of some kind of root. Soundlessly he turned it in his hands, a sadistic smile crossing his face as he used a knife cutting down across it as if dissecting a finger from the hand. Next he used the knife to peel of the outer layer of the finger before dropping it into the pan of ice water. He then cut off a small section and peeled it also. With one hand he reached in the pan and picked up the finger looking root, with his other hand he spread the cheeks of my ass. I started trying to wiggle away which only brought a laugh from him. Slowly he began to push the thing inside my ass, the pain of something invading me brought a scream to my lips "No, please that hurts, please stop" My head was moving from one side to the other as I tried to fight away the invasion."I’m sorry did you say something slut?" He jammed it the rest of the way in and then just stood there watching me. The burning started slowly, spreading through my ass, my eyes flew up to his. "What is it, please take it out. It feels like a fire is building inside me...shit get it out of me now." "Slut when will you figure it out, you do not tell me what to do." He continues watching me as my body moves against the ropes and cuffs, tears sliding down my face as my whole body is feeling invaded. After about ten minutes he reaches down picking up the smaller piece he had cut. "Don’t you just love ginger root? It has so many wonderful uses." His eyes never leave mine and he spreads my lips and rubs the ginger across my clit a couple times before pressing it right against it holding it tightly there. A strange sensation began to unfold from where the ginger was pressed against me. The burning was totally different than that I felt in my ass, it seemed to be centering inside my cunt, pulling and spreading. A film of sweat broke out across my forehead, my hips began to rock up, grinding against the piece he held firmly against my clit. "What is happening, I don’t understand." As he watched my eyes begin to cloud over he jerked it off of me and then reached down removing the finger from my ass. "Okay slut look at me. You will stop right now as you are not allowed to cum unless I decide you deserve it. Understand?" "But...oh hell I need to cum..it hurts...please let me I don’t know if I can stop it." "If you do I will punish you and it will not be pretty. You with think up until now all I have been doing is playing with you." His words were like a bucket of ice water being thrown on me. I started breathing deeply trying to get my body back under control. My clit still felt swollen and needy, it felt like a strung was traveling through me from my aching nipples to my cunt pulling and aching for release.

Turning from me he began to walk across the room. "Rest for a bit slut before we begin again." I could hear his boots hitting against the stairs as he left me tied to the table. His steps stopped as he reached the door. Suddenly a hard vibration began deep inside my pussy jerking my body taunt against the restraints. As quickly as it began it stopped making me wonder if I was losing my mind. His laughter echoed down the stairwell. "How do you like your present girl." Still laughing he switched the light off before closing the door leaving me surrounded by darkness, tremors racking my body as I was left to think of what he would do to me next.

ng their brainwashing messages to Mistress Black's customers.  Dominica's response was helped by her techo-slaves, who modified Mistress Black's lights and audio equipment to hypnotize her into driving up to Dominica's Realm for a little "vacation."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open your eyes," the voice commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is your name?" MzDominica demanded again.

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

Mistress Black began panting, now, not knowing why.

"What is your name?"

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

"What is your name?"

A quiver of the lips.  "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

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

"What is your name?"

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

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

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

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

"I must obey Dominica," the woman responded.

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

"I must obey Dominica."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wide awake!"  Dominica commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mistress Black hesitated, feeling so dizzy.  So confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Forever.

~~~ The End ~~~

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