Sara, a Slaves Tale

Based on a true story by. Thomas Can

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The late afternoon sun indicated the passage of time from the beginning of this session, which had started sometime after a late lunch and one part of Sara wondered how long she could last under her Master’s torments while another part of her prayed it would never end. She was being forced to surrender, to yield her desires and her sexual response to her Master and the feelings and emotions that ruled her being at the moment were more powerfully erotic than any fantasy.

Now she stood in her apartment clad in only garters, stockings and high-heels, while her breasts were framed by the shelf bra her Master had presented her with only that morning, it shaped and lifted her breasts while covering little and it seemed to her when she’d tried it on, that the bra simply enhanced and presented her bare breasts to her Master and now he was using them like a God used a sacrifice.

There had been several unusual items in her Master’s suitcase when he came to visit, that had fascinated her, but he had told her she would see what they were used for soon enough and now she was engaged in the discovery process.

She was standing, loosely secured to a table by ankle ropes that allowed her to shift her feet, but not to move very far away from the table, her arms tied snugly behind her and a leather gag limited her sounds to animal-like cries of pain or pleasure. The source of such sounds, were her extraordinarily responsive nipples. She had discovered early on as a teen their sexual potential, but only recently has she learned their overwhelming arousal potential when they were in pain The dark pink tips were even now, swollen and stiff, and bent towards the side due to the thin while cords that pinched the base of each nipple tightly and then joined into a single strand trailing away from her toward the doorway where they ran over a pulley the then hung down weighted by a large steel hook on which hung 5 one pound weights.

She had been placed in this position to please her Master by causing her own climaxes and every 5 minutes that went by without her “climaxing sufficiently” – whatever that was supposed to mean, allowed him to increase the weight that had already forced her nipple to be stretched far beyond their normal confines and pain this caused was creating a cascade of wetness in between her legs. Secured to the tabletop was a large vibrator of the sort people bought to massage sore muscles. The large head was sufficient to cover the whole of her sex, but the table was markedly lower than her center of pleasure and when she stood straight the pleasuring head of the tool was some inches below directly under her sex but at a level just above her knees. To gain stimulation she had to squat down, but this required her to pull the weights upward suspended just from her tormented nipples. For some reason the idea of pulling on those sensitive tips herself was harder than the pain her Master inflicted and she inwardly flinched away from the idea. Twice she’d forced herself to move downward until her soaked sex had come in contact with the vibrator and both times she had cum fast almost instantly, but her clit was so sensitive after cuming no matter how much she wanted to she couldn’t endure continued contact and when she backed off the second time she knew, at least she sensed she had displeased him.

“You must learn to embrace discomfort!” he commanded.

Sara hung her head in shame. “Yes Master.”

“You’re just a worthless little cunt that needs to be punished and trained so you can do better; aren’t you?”

“Yes Master. I need to be punished for being such a worthless whore.”

“That is correct and I shall torment you for your failure until contact with that vibrating head is the least of your concerns.”

He pulled out a pair of adjustable steel nipple clamps with alligator jaws and black rubber covers over the serrated teeth. Placing them where she could see them he went behind her and soon she felt him pulling her buttocks apart and finding her anus. Shortly a smooth, lubricated item began penetrating her anally.

Never having experienced a butt-plug before Sara wasn’t quite such what it was or what to expect. The part that had entered her opening was small at first, but increased in girth rapidly until she was panting trying to accept the large penetration in her ass which her Master slid in and out going slightly deeper with each inward thrust her anus forced to dilate wider and wider until she thought she could endure no more without tearing when suddenly she accommodated the widest part and it slid forward, moving deeply inside her and her newly widened opening contracted happily about the large object’s thin neck, now carefully and solidly lodged in her sphincter. “Oh God!” she thought realizing for the first time that she was now covered in perspiration.

Master Thomas wasn’t done. A number of clothespins appear out of a cloth bag and one by one the Master encircles the areola with them each a tiny pinching pain from her breasts, each pain doing it part to further flood her already overflowing sex. She was so hot already, so ready to cum, she thought she’d go mad with passion and still he continued to build her further and further into arousal and pain; each going hand and hand with the other taking her further and further into the realm of submission.

Sara was gasping now with exertion and pain. Then he reached for the alligator clamps placing each at the very tip of her nipples. The pain was so sharp as the toothed clamps bit into her sensitive flesh that she literally danced about in her bounds crying out, muffled as she was by the gag. She had to do something and she quickly moved down to the vibrator a deep sigh of relief as the contact with her sex immediately took her mind off the pain and she built rapidly toward orgasm as she ground her responsive clitoris and labia against the large, rubbery surface of the huge vibrator. Somehow her sensation focused upon her tormented nipples as the sensation built rapidly toward her release when suddenly she went over the edge into orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body and she sagged her groin pressing hard against the vibrator as the rode the receding waves of her climax when her body, shocked her by beginning to cum again, and then again, until she lost count her eyes shut a nearly continual moaning cry issuing from behind her gag as eh body literally shook as if physically shaken by the pleasure-filled contractions that now controlled her whole being. How long she endure repeated orgasms she didn’t really know.

She lost count of the pleasures after about her fifth climax but they continue for a very long time and she really didn’t notice them end until her Master was removing her gag and only then realized that everything on her nipples was gone and her pussy was extraordinarily wet and squishy. Her Master turned her toward the table retying her feet and she realized how very tired she was, but he was not done with her quite yet. She hoped she could endure.

The table had be altered she realized. The top was well padded with blackets except for one spot about halfway to the other end that held a shallow cookie sheet filled with crushed ice. Oh God, she thought, Master turns me on so much with ice I don’t know if I can take it. My body is already ravaged.

As she watched he reached between her legs and re-adjusted the vibrator using duct tape to secure it to the table top and angled upward then he went to his bag and got out his electric toothbrush and the toothpaste. Carefully wetting the brush he took a dab of paste and began systematically brushing her tormented nipples, areolas, and about an inch of the surrounding breast.

At first it was kinky and arousing to feel the fast moving brush on her nipples, but then the pain set in, the cool burning pain that re-ignited her pussy and sent a new flood of wetness from her eager vagina. First one and then the other nipple her brushed over a period of five minutes then her Master’s fingers began massaging the sensitive nipples that were already on fire, pulling them pinching them, driving the pain even deeper to her responsive nerves.

Sara was making animal noises of arousal now and the Master came to her with a hot washcloth and washed away the toothpaste but she knew from past experience the pain would continue for some minutes still. He then laid her face down on the table and tied her hands to the far legs. The ice was placed just right so both her breasts lie in the sea of crushed and freezing chips. She gasped the feeling so good and such a turn-on as the chips as first soothed the tormented tips and then as the cold penetrated, the nipples hardened, huge and stiff, while a deep painful ache set in. He was behind her now, removing the butt plug. It had been in for so long that it stretched once more to remove it hurting slightly, but nothing like the deep hurt from her breasts, the place that she loved to be hurt.

Now he was doing something between her legs, but not to her – to the vibrator she thought, then she felt it. He had placed some type of textured cover on the vibrator and large pad a tiny raised rubber nubs and now as her weight pressed her into the massager she felt scores of tiny ¼ inch nubs rubbing her most responsive areas like tiny fingers. At last felt the Master’ own hard organ, well oiled, he had positioned himself behind her and she felt the soft thick tip open her anus nearly as thick as the large butt-plug, his hot cock entered her anus working deeper and deeper while the new sensation on her clit sent her once more into orbit her mouth voicing her pleasure as if of its own accord in time with each thrust into her ass.

One thing about her Master he always lasted a long time and this was not exception as her worked in and out moaning with the pleasure her body was causing him especially when she climaxed and contracted about his manhood. At last after more than 20 minutes and God knows how many of her climaxes he pulled out and brought his organ from her anus to her lips and she gladly opening and accepted the hot steams to sperm, gulping to keep up and sucking him clean of ever once of his emission

He withdrew, slowly untied her, and carried her to her bed. She felt a warm towel drying her everywhere and then the delightful sensation of being naked and accepted in her Master’s arms, knowing she had pleased and pleasured him. Now she felt all loved and warm, as she lay down to sleep, content as his cock, amazingly already hard once again entered her pussy. She sighed drifting off as he used her, exhausted but content, fulfilling her sexual destiny as his slave. She had never been so violated, so hurt, so pleasured, and so completely used sexually, and she couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

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