3 comments/ 89637 views/ 24 favorites A Good Little Slave Ch. 01 By: likewonderland My wrists were burning, my arms pleading and aching to be released. I sat on my knees, my ass in the air, breasts swinging below me, pulled forward with my hands and wrists tied to the post in front of me. My ass still burned from the lashes I'd been given earlier - I couldn't see the damage, but I knew that my master had been hard with his riding crop. He'd finally taken the ball gag out of my mouth, and wiped my face dry with a cloth. Now I was waiting, unsure of how long I'd been there. He opened the door to our little closet sex dungeon - I breathed a sigh of relief at his empty hands, unsure if I could take much more whipping. He stroked my ass with his hands, causing me to cringe, and then began to lightly hit my nipples with his hands before pulling on the chain linking my nipple rings together. "You've been a good girl, my slave. You took a lot today, didn't you?" I knew just to nod - "Yes, sir." "You liked it though, didn't you? You loved being smacked and forced to take that whipping. Your pussy is going to get nice and wet every time you sit down for weeks, isn't it?" He was right. The overwhelming pain in the delicate skin of my cheeks was fading fast, to a dull ache, accompanied by the growing need deep inside my pussy, the need to be filled. "Yes sir," I said. I knew it. He was pleased with me - still tugging on my nipple rings, making my overly sensitive nipples harden and beg for more, making my pussy drip for him. "I can smell your juices from here." He reached back, and inserted two fingers into my pussy. "Oh, you are such a little whore, aren't you? You must be a little fucktoy slut to love being whipped like this." "Yes, sir." "Yes, what?" "Yes, I am a little fucktoy slut. I am your whore slave." "Good girl. Does the little whore want my cock? You've been a good girl, I know you must be craving Master's cock." "Yes, sir." He looked at me and grinned - "Beg." "Please, please give this dirty girl your cock, sir. I'll do anything for you, please! I need to have you deep inside my pussy, I will be such a good girl, please sir!" I kept begging him until he slapped my left breast, right at the nipple. Okay, slave. He placed his hard, thick cock in front of my mouth. "Kiss it," he said. "Worship it. Show me how much you need this cock." Bound as I was, I arched my back as much as I could, and kissed the tip of his cock before licking up and down his shaft, losing myself in bliss and desperation as I sucked it into my mouth with no hands to assist me. I licked all around his balls, which he'd shaved perfectly for me, and gently nibbled at the skin, knowing just how to please him. I took his cock back into my mouth and choked on it, sliding it down my throat and working my muscles around it until I was forced to stop and breathe. "Good girl." He took his cock from my mouth and walked behind me, placing his cock at the entrance to my hole, and waited a moment. I began to squirm and beg again, desperate to be filled with his beautiful member, and with all of his force he slammed it inside me, nearly causing me to cum right then. I might have, if I'd been given permission. To my dismay he removed it again, walking back over to place it against my lips again - "Lick your slut juice off my cock. Taste it, I know you love the taste of your own pussy." I did - I licked and sucked every drop of my pussy juices from his cock, moaning over him, knowing that he loved it. He moved back to my pussy, shoving his cock inside me again, and began to fuck me as hard as he could - the post was digging into my wrists, and I didn't care. My verging orgasm was the only thing occupying my mind, the only thing that mattered. "PLEASE MASTER, MAY I CUM?" "Cum, baby. Cum all over Master's cock. Let me see you squirt." As I began to squirt my juices all over his cock, consumed by the magnificent power of the orgasm that filled my every sensation, he pulled out of my pussy and watched me squirt all over the floor - he rubbed his cock and came all over my red striped ass. "You're a very good girl, little slave." He walked to the post and untied my sore limbs, letting me collapse in a heap of abandon. "Go wash up," he said. "We're going out tonight." I was surprised - he wasn't going to let me rest? Every muscle in my body felt too heavy to lift. My Master helped me to stand, and brought me into his bathroom. The shower was already running. He washed my hair and face, and sponged down my tits and my abused bottom. He had me kneel and wash his now softening cock, and I massaged it gently as I cleaned this beautiful organ. I truly loved it, and kissed it on the head. By the back of my neck, my Master pulled me to my feet and into a passionate kiss - "I love you, little slave." As I dried off, Master went to pick out my clothes for the evening. Coming to the bedroom, I saw lace topped thigh-high stockings, laid out by one of my sluttiest dresses on the bed. Normally, I would never have worn such a dress without tights on underneath, if not leggings. Pulling the dress on, the deep V-neck pushed my already voluptuous tits together, and I knew my master wouldn't allow me to secure them in a bra. My pierced nipples were covered, but in danger of peeking out if I bent over. The dress was open at the sides, allowing some of the skin on my ribs to show, and it was short enough that bending over would give any onlookers and nice view of the cups of my ass. Coupled with the thigh high tights and the heels Master chose for me, I definitely looked slutty - worse, I looked like I was being a whore on purpose. Finally, Master walked over to me with my collar, and slipped it around my neck. He fastened it comfortably, with the ring at the back so that my hair would cover it. At a glance, it would appear to be a choker necklace, unless he decided to show someone. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew that there was no question - I was a little whore. And I loved the feeling. Finally ready to leave, we left my Master's apartment and walked downstairs to our taxi. Master knew how to humiliate me - without quieting his voice, so the driver could here, he said "Damn, baby, you know I can almost see your pussy?" and "Slut, pull your cleavage out more, let me see those delicious tits." I could see the driver grin in his rear view mirror as I adjusted my cleavage to let as much out as possible without letting my nipple rings show. Master pushed my long blonde hair to the back, making sure that nothing was hidden from view. Reaching into my dress, he pulled my nipples out and began to play with them. "Show me how wet your slutty little pussy is, slave." I reached my hand beneath the short skirt, and rubbed my pussy a bit before pulling out my glistening fingers. "Lick it off." I licked all of my juices from my fingers, savoring my own sweet, flowery taste. The driver looked back in his mirror, at my now exposed nipples. Master looked at him, and noticed him staring - "Hey, you like her piercings? You should have seen her when she got her nipples done - she didn't make a sound, the slut loved it." He talked about my nipples as he played with them, and I blushed furiously, humiliated, but felt my pussy drip. I worried that I would stain my dress, or that the driver would be able to smell my arousal. As we pulled up to the bar, a small place downtown, Master gave each of my tits a smack before tucking just enough of my breasts to cover my nipples back into my dress. Getting out of the car, I began to draw attention immediately. With his hand on my ass, he guided me into the restaurant, making sure that I didn't attempt to hide anything from the leering eyes of strangers. I didn't say a word when the bartender walked over - Master ordered my drink for me. "Thank you, sir." A Good Little Slave Ch. 02 *It's best to read Chapter 1 before reading this!* The bartender was a top heavy blonde, cleavage coming out of her top, a couple of tattoos visible. As she walked over with our drinks, Master looked at her and said he had a question. Let me ask you something. "What do you think of these tits? Are they not the most delicious tits you've ever seen?" She smirked and stared, evaluating me, and agreed - They're beautiful. My Master began talking to the bartender, and caught my eye - I was there as a slave, but I could socialize as a submissive. There was no question - he was in charge. In our conversation, we came back to my breasts eventually - there weren't very many people in the restaurant at this point, so the bartender it was okay to talk to us for the most part. Master began speaking to her about getting my nipples pierced - it had been a favorite topic of his since he took me to get them done, partially because he knew how it would humiliate me to talk openly about them to strangers, and partially because he was proud of me. He'd been talking about getting them pierced ever since he'd collared me - I was very nervous about it, worrying that it would be too painful during and after the piercing, and that my pretty little pink nipples would be scarred. Finally, on a sunny day in the city, we walked by a piercing shop and locked eyes - it was time. He led me inside, and told the woman behind the counter what we were doing. My heart in my throat, I signed the paperwork - and Master whispered something to the woman on our way downstairs that I couldn't make out. When she was too far away to hear, he whispered to me: "She knows you're my slave. I told her that you love being humiliated and exposed, and that you're especially curious about being touched by women." I blushed furiously - she knew! Judging by the handcuffs on the ceiling, it wasn't uncommon. When she came back, she smiled and asked Master if he would like her to use the handcuffs, but he declined; "She'll be a good girl. No need for handcuffs, I want her to stay still on her own." I was braless, so I removed my shirt to reveal my creamy, full breasts to the woman. As she cleaned them, she took her time, touching my nipples and commenting on how beautiful and pink they were, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Master pushed it further - "Go ahead and give them a nice feel, she doesn't mind. If you're going to pierce her nipples, you should be familiar with her tits." This was entirely illogical, but that didn't stop the piercer from holding the weight of my breasts in her hands, lifting and massaging them as she whispered in my ear. "So you're a dirty little slut, huh? Getting your nipples pierced for your Master? You're such a good girl - I wish I had one like you to take care of me. Maybe I'll borrow you sometime, huh?" I sat frozen, my aching pussy agreeing with her words - I wanted her to suck on my nipples, to lick my pussy, to force my to my knees and smack my tits before presenting her pussy to my face and forcing me to savor every drop of her cum. But she pulled away. She continued to caress my nipples, telling me they needed to be nice and hard to pierce them, and made a dot on each side of each nipple. To Master, she said "Do they look even?" "Let's see, stand up, walk around a bit." At his command, I got up and paraded my bare chest around the piercing room, until finally Master told me to sit down. The woman pulled out the needle - it was much bigger than I expected, and I could feel my heart beat faster. Placing a cork on one side, she pushed the needle through in one swift movement, and I caught my breath in my chest - only the tiniest whimper escaped my mouth, and Master beamed with pride. I breathed heavily as she followed the needle with the ring and screwed on the ball at the end. The second nipple hurt a little more, but I knew what to expect, and as the piercer flicked my shiny silver rings she told me I was all done before giving me a delicate kiss on the lips. As a good little slave should, I thanked her: "Thank you, Ma'am." Now at the bar, our bartender looked at me, somewhat impressed, and I could tell that even if she was straight, the idea of me being claimed and owned by my Master, bound to his commands, was turning her on. Noticing this, Master took it a step further; "Let her see them, slave." He'd just called me slave in front of this woman I barely knew, and now was giving me a direct order to show her my pierced nipples in a public bar! I hesitated, looking around at the various customers - the place certainly wasn't packed, but there were people there. "Do it, slave." His voice was harder this time. The liquor in my system eased my discomfort and made me bolder, but I was still nervous as I leaned forward and let my nipples sneakily peak out of my dress, letting the bartender see them; as I did so, my Master's hand crept up the inside of my thigh under my skirt, grazing my pussy lips. He let me put them away, but only enough so that my nipples themselves weren't showing - even a bit of my areolae were visible over the hem of my dress. Still rubbing my thighs, he began to tell her about how I would do anything he told me to, no matter where we were or who was around, and that I would even obey his orders if he wasn't there. I could only nod - I knew that it was all true. I could tell that the bartender was shocked, but she believed him - she had just seen my nipples! I could also tell that it was turning her on, and that she was about to be a little mischievous. "So if you told her to take out her tits in the middle of a bar, she would have to do it?" "Yes," he answered her. And then, a twisted smile on his face, he looked at me. "Slave, I'm going to take your tits out." Dripping wet and terrified, I froze - and in the middle of the bar, my master reached inside my dress and exposed my full, heavy breasts entirely, rubbing my nipples - I could only sit there, and suddenly people around us - a small crowd of mostly men - were noticing. To the bartender, he said "Are there security cameras in here?" She told him that there was one at the door, but that the one inside the bar was only for show - it had been busted for months. She went over to the front door and locked it, knowing that the kitchen staff had long clocked out, and that the customers still at the bar weren't showing any signs of irritation. They were intrigued, and definitely excited. Returning to the bar, she didn't go behind the counter, but walked right up to my seat and began to gingerly touch my nipples. I couldn't help it - I let go a slight moan, and she grew bolder as she realized how much I was enjoying this, despite - or because of - the deep humiliation I was feeling. Every eye in the bar was on me now, and as my Master got off his bar stool to suck on my left nipple, the bartender took my right in her mouth, and I felt their free hands stroking inside my thighs. Finally, after teasing the lips of my pussy for what felt like forever, Master's fingers found my clit and gently began to stroke me, and I began to melt. I couldn't even disguise my love for this kind of exposure anymore, and my audience was well aware that I was desperate for this. The bartender's delicate fingers began to press at my little fuckhole, and she pushed them in and out. I was about to cum, and in front of my awestruck audience I began to beg for it. I needed it at my core, and I began to be afraid that the stimulation would prove too much, that I would cum without my Master's permission, and then - he took his hands away, and grabbed the bartender's arm, and suddenly all of this growing sensation was gone - I whimpered and pleaded, but Master only grabbed me by my throat. "You came close to cumming without permission, didn't you, you little whore? What a fucking slut, ready to cum in front of all these people. I bet you'd let each and every person here fuck your slut holes." He pulled me off of my bar stool and pulled out a little chain, which he attached to each of my nipple rings, linking them together. In one swift movement, he turned me around and bent me over so that I was bent in half over the stool, and pushed up the skirt of my dress, finally showing my new fans my round ass - no longer red all over, there were raised welts from earlier, and the bruises had started to set in. "Now they'll all know how much you love having your ass beaten by your Master," he said. He invited the bartender to stroke my ass, and as she did so she teased my pussy as well, even slipping a finger into my little asshole to her knuckle. "Keep stroking her," my Master said. "You little cock slut. How about I let one of these men in here smack your ass? You probably want me to let them use your body, huh? Maybe I will." A Good Little Slave Ch. 03 I looked out at the people who were there - there were only two other women, besides the bartender and me, and probably about eight men. I realized that a few of them had their phones out, and had been taking pictures (and possibly video) of my humiliation the entire time. My Master noticed too, and this gave him an idea. "Slut, you want to put on a little show for your audience? Make sure they have a nice time, you're the entertainment." He told the small crowd to tell me to assume positions, and that they were free to take as many photos as they liked. He told them I was a good little cock slut, and that the more humiliating the pose, the more I would love it. One of the bolder men, who was already taking photos, shouted the first command: "Stand up, turn around, and bend over at the waist." I did so, knowing that they all had a full view of my asshole and pussy. "Spread your cheeks apart." I heard the phones behind me taking photos. More men started shouting out requests. "Sit on the barstool and play with your pussy." "Push your tits together." "Lick your nipples, suck on them. Hold them up with your teeth!" This one was especially painful, as the weight of my substantial breasts pulled down and my teeth had to dig deep into the fair skin around my nipples to hold on. Even the women started yelling out poses, and these were the worst - it was as if these women wanted to see me humiliated even more than the men did. They said they'd pay for the vodka if the bartender gave me a bottle to pour into my pussy, so the bartender found a bottle with relatively little liquor left, and gave it to me. Flushed with red, I did as the ladies commanded - I laid on one of the dinner tables and fucked myself with the open bottle upside down, and then pushed the vodka back out of my pussy into a glass. "Drink it," they said, and my Master smiled proudly as I did. The alcohol hit my system in a much needed way, and my inhibitions went down a bit more. My Master said to my audience, "Would anyone like a photo with the cock slut?" He unzipped my dress and fully removed it, leaving me in only my heels and thigh high stockings. The bold man who had been the first to call out a pose called me over and had me straddle him, the feeling of his clothes against my naked body making me feel all the more slutty. He buried his face in my tits and rubbed his hands all over my body, getting close up pictures while his friends took a video from the side. My Master looked at me, and told me to turn to the camera and tell the men what I was. "I am a dirty whore," I said, but he wanted more than that. "I need cock, please, I love being humiliated. I want to be gangbanged, I want every single cock here to use me, I want to serve every one of you, I'm my Master's fuckdoll and I'm only a set of holes to be used and fucked!" Satisfied, my Master grabbed me off of the man's lap, and told me to climb on the table and lay on my back. He pulled a coil of rope from his coat pocket, and used it to secure my arms and legs (spread wide apart) to the legs of the table. He then began to tie up my tits, making them bulge and swell, knowing that my pierced nipples would be made all the more sensitive. "You may all touch my little slave, but no one is to hurt her. Hands only, for now." For now. This raised many silent alarms - I had little mobility, and certainly wouldn't be able to evade the whims of any of these men. They had seemed so harmless earlier in the night, but their lust had transformed them into fuck-hungry beasts, their cocks straining against their clothes. I was afraid that they would ignore Master's instructions, and there were eight of them. And, if the two women got involved, I'd be in for even more trouble - they were looking at me such deep disdain, hating me for every inch of my pale, naked skin. Those women wanted to truly humiliate me, maybe beyond my own limits. As though in tune with my thoughts, my Master leaned over and whispered in my ear: "I know this is much further than you expected to go tonight. No one is going to fuck you tonight. I want you to get a feel for this. I know you fantasize about being gangraped, but you aren't ready or that. You're being such a good girl, and you're not in any danger." How did he know I wasn't in any danger? Still, he was my beloved Master, and I knew I would follow his commands. As he backed away, the men began to tentatively walk up to me, most of them grazing their fingers lightly over my skin. The same bold man from earlier, though, grasped my breasts with both hands, painfully, failing to realize that having them tied up made them beyond oversensitive. He tugged at my nipple rings, sending shockwaves through my body and to my desperately aching pussy, and as he took command of my body, the rest of the men grew more forward. Soon I had hands running all over my body, massaging my shoulders, grasping my nipples and pulling at them, groping my tits, reaching beneath me to massage the flesh of my ass and sticking fingers into my asshole, in and out. Two different men had their fingers exploring my pussy, and another rubbed over my clit. I wanted to beg them, any of them to fuck me, but I realized in my fear that my Master was right - I wasn't ready to be assaulted by their cocks yet. Their hands had me on an overload of sensation, a slave to my overwhelming need to cum, but none of them provided the stimulation to put me over the edge. All of a sudden I was aware of something new - my Master had pushed away the hands at my pussy, which now joined the others in groping my body, and he now knelt, expertly sucking on my clit. He looked at me. "Cum, slave." He began pumping two fingers in and out of my pussy while he licked and sucked at my clit. To my audience's delight, I finally came in an explosion of juices, drenching the table beneath me. I lay there, panting and glowing in my release, but my Master wasn't quite finished. He turned to the three other women who had been watching this process - the bartender, and the two others who were there. "What do you think of my slave? She's a slut, huh? You think she deserved to cum?" They stood there, dumbfounded, unsure how to answer the question he'd posed to them. "Would you three like a turn punishing this whore?" The bartender didn't respond or hesitate - she came up to the table, grabbed my tits and began alternating between them, slapping them at the sides and the nipples. She slapped my face, calling me a dirty cock whore. She looked to my spread legs, and began to spank my pussy lightly. "I bet you just love that, don't you, you sweet little slut? Your pussy deserves a punishment." And then the other two were there, releasing their hatred of me onto my nipples, the pain of it overwhelming me, cracking through my nipples and straight to my brain. My Master was then fingering my pussy again, and suddenly the bartender had her tits out, hanging them over my face. I sucked at her nipples eagerly, as the pain in my nipples bordered on pleasure with my Master now rubbing my clit faster and faster, and suddenly I felt his thick, delicious cock push at my dirty little hole's entrance. He thrust into me, filling me as deeply as I could be filled, with the whole of his cock in my pussy. He kept slamming into me, and as he did the two women slapped me harder and harder, so that I screamed in pain and ecstasy, moaning over the nipples that I suckled on. The bartender's enormous breasts muffled my cries, enveloping my face. I shook in orgasm, and felt my Master's cum shoot deep inside of me. And then it was quiet. I had my eyes closed, and felt my wrists become free from their binds. The blood rushed through my breasts as they were untied, and my Master picked me up. He semi-covered me with my dress, and told me we were leaving: "Slave, have you forgotten your manners?" I half opened my eyes: "Thank you, everyone." He caught us a taxi, and held me all the way home. "You made my friends very happy back there." "Your friends?" "Yes, my slave. I told you I wouldn't start you off with anything you couldn't handle. Maybe next time they'll be strangers - or I'll let them fuck you - or both."