0 comments/ 83300 views/ 7 favorites Debbie's Slave Ch. 1 By: fullmonty88 Chapter 1: Arriving As the taxi pulled up on Saturday afternoon, the first day of my two-week vacation, I felt my heart pounding faster… here I was at last. The ride from the airport seemed to have taken no time at all. I realized that I had spent the whole time going over and over in my mind what might happen while I was here. I walked hesitantly to the door, took a deep breath and rang the bell. You opened the door smiling that familiar smile. "Hi Debbie, I'm Monty," I said. You looked beautiful and radiantly happy and I felt at once that I had made the right decision to come here. "Hi," you said warmly, "I'm so pleased you made it… come inside." I stepped indoors and ran my eyes around the room while you stepped behind me to close the door. I bent to put my suitcase on the ground and as I did I heard, rather than felt, a metallic click. As I straightened up I felt my right wrist being pulled across behind my back and then there was a second click. I tugged back instinctively and hard steel bit into my wrists. Too late, I realized that you had swiftly and expertly handcuffed me. I was about to turn and confront you when something soft and black wrapped around my head from behind and covered my eyes. "Debbie…" I began to cry in protest, but as my mouth opened I was stunned to feel a ball gag being forced into it and then quickly buckled behind my neck. Taken aback by this sudden change in my circumstances, I didn't know what to do. I felt totally helpless and rather frightened. Had I made a mistake in coming here? At the same time, I couldn’t help feeling aroused, both by the helplessness of my situation and by your expertise in handling me. Clearly you were a mistress who knew how to get her way! As I hesitated, you pushed me forward and I stumbled in the direction you led me, unable to orient myself at all and feeling completely lost. We passed through one or maybe two doorways and then you said, "Stop, boy…stand there!" My handcuffed wrists were pulled up high behind my back and I heard metal on metal. I tried to pull them down again but they seem to be hooked on something high up. My arms were pulled up straight out behind me at an uncomfortable height, almost level with my shoulders. It forced me to put my head forward and stick my ass out in a most undignified way. I tried to protest but the gag was completely effective; I could only make indistinct sounds in my throat. Then I felt your hands unbuckling the belt of my jeans and unzipping my fly. In spite of my circumstances, I involuntarily began to grow harder. "Very nice, boy" you murmured as you pulled down my pants and then my briefs to my ankles, "Even bigger than it looks on your webcam, and such beautiful balls too." As your fingers caressed them I felt an erection growing and growing. I felt you unlacing my shoes and I raised first one foot and then the other so that you could remove my shoes and socks, pants and briefs. Too late I realized that you had been busy again. Something held each ankle fixed about two feet apart. It forced me still lower down, which meant that my arms were pulled up even higher behind my back, my head was bowed to face the floor and my ass was thrust out behind me. I felt totally exposed, unable to close my legs and with my cock, balls and asshole completely accessible to you. I could not see you or hear you now. I had no way of knowing where you might touch me next, whether gently or to inflict pain. I was totally at your mercy. This was frightening. After all, I was now in a strange country, with a woman I had never met, who might do literally anything to me. Things were going much faster than I had expected, and who knew what might happen next? Then I heard the snip of scissors as you cut my T-shirt away from my body. It fell to the ground. "That's better, slave." You whispered close to my ear "Now you are naked, exactly the way I like you to be. That is how you will stay for as long as I want. Completely mine. You do want to be mine completely, don't you?" I nodded as best I could. "You came here thinking that you are a slave because you have obeyed me on NetMeeting, don't you? Well, let me tell you, if you want to be my slave in real life you are going to have to learn a lot. We aren't pretending any more. Let me make it clear. If you want to be my slave you will have to earn that privilege, and you haven't made a very good beginning. You have two weeks here. During that time I will test you and decide whether I want to keep you." Keep me? What did you mean? We had never said anything about that. As you continued in your soft sexy voice, I felt your fingers beginning to caress my balls lightly, working backwards to circle my asshole while you spoke. "If you obey me and please me, you will find that I am a very kind mistress. I will reward you with pleasures beyond anything that you have ever experienced before." The hardness of my cock as your fingertips brushed my asshole showed that at least one part of me believed you. "If, on the other hand, you are disobedient or lazy…if you fail to satisfy my perverted desires…I will have to punish you severely so that you will learn the duty of a slave. Is that clear?" Again I nodded, hesitatingly, wondering what kind of punishment you had in mind. "Clearly you need a lot of training. Let me make the rules of my house clear to you. Firstly, you will address me at all times as 'Mistress' or 'Mistress Debra'. You must be punished for your insolence in calling me 'Debbie' when you arrived here. Do you agree?" I wanted to argue, to explain that I did not know the rules yet, but the ball gag hardly allowed for debate. I could either nod or shake my head. I nodded. Before I could think I felt a blaze of pain as you landed a massive thwack on my ass. First on cheek, then the other. Shocked, I could not even keep track of the blows, but there must have been at least half a dozen. I had never been spanked before and it was far more painful than I had imagined it would be. When you had finished I could feel my ass-cheeks glowing red and stinging, but what surprised and humiliated me most was that my hard-on seemed to have grown rock solid. The soft fingertips were stroking up and down my shaft now and your voice was gentle again "Secondly, the most simple and important rule is that you will obey me exactly and fully, without any hesitation, at all times. Do you understand?" I nodded. "You were seven minutes late arriving here. I told you to come at two o'clock, didn't I?" I nodded again…you were right, although I hadn't realized that it mattered that much. Thwack! Another blow landed on my ass, already burning from the previous spanking and this time it felt like fire. Thwack! Another. This time I at least managed to count them…seven. The pain was worse than before and, in spite of myself, I could feel tears soaking into the blindfold. I had said I wanted to try spanking, but I hadn't bargained for this. Yet curiously my raging hard-on remained, if anything harder than ever. "One for each minute that you kept your Mistress waiting," you cooed gently as your hands resumed their gentle play with my balls. I felt confused by this instant switch from pleasure to pain and back again. It wasn't just the blindfold that was making me feel disoriented. What was going to happen to me here? I could hardly think now because I could feel your tongue arousing my right nipple. You were sucking it harder now, and then biting …harder and harder until my whole body seem filled with the sensation and an animal moan of pleasure formed deep in my throat. "Third rule," you said "You will remain naked and available for me at all times while you are here in the house. If we go out, then I may decide what you will wear, or not. Understand?" I nodded my submission. "Fourth and last rule, you will do everything in your power to give pleasure to your Mistress, whatever perversion she enjoys. Do you agree?" I hesitated, knowing some of the things we had talked about on NetMeeting in the past. I had never had a man, but I knew that this would please you. If you ordered me to do that, would I really be able to go through with it? And if I did, what else might you ask me to do? All of this seemed to be going too far, too fast. "Why don't you answer me? Don't you want to please me?" Yes, I nodded hesitantly. "Do you want to be my slave?" Yes, I nodded again. "Then you will do anything for me, won't you?" Another, smaller nod. "No matter how perverted?" I was still uneasy about this, but only being able to give yes/no answers, I swallowed and nodded my head. "Listen," you said, as if reading my mind, "I am a gentle Mistress and I like you a lot. You don't have to do anything. You are free to leave at any time. Just speak your safeword, or if you are gagged, then grunt 'shave and a haircut, two bits' and I will stop and make sure you are OK. Do it twice and I will release you from my service and you can leave. But let's be clear, if you leave, that's it and you don't get a second chance.” By now, I could feel your oiled hand wrapped around my cock, gliding up and down it deliciously slowly. "I know you are worried about what I might ask of you. I know that you have never been fucked in the ass before. But I have… and I know how it feels… I know the need to go slowly. If we do that, I will make sure that you have the most gentle deflowering possible, my sweet ass-virgin. Just remember that whatever I do will be designed to bring you beyond the bounds of the pleasure that you thought possible." "Do you remember the time you sucked that black dildo for me?" I nodded. "You told me that it had been exciting in a way that you had never expected." I nodded again. "When I spanked you just now, you felt a pleasure you've never felt before, didn't you?" How could you know that? Yet it was true! Although my cheeks still burned from my punishment, it had aroused me like nothing I had experienced in the past. "If you dedicate yourself to my pleasure, if you submit to all my perversions, I promise you a world of sensation that you cannot even dream of now. And you will have the satisfaction of perfect submission, as the living slave of your Mistress. Is that what you want?" Your words, and your insistent hand milking my cock, had me convinced. I nodded vigorously. "That's my good boy" you purred, and gave my cock a squeeze that pushed another moan up through my gag. "You do produce a lot of pre-cum, don't you?" Without waiting for my reply, I felt your lips closing round the very tip of my cock and an "Mmmmm!" of appreciation from you as you tasted my sweet, sweet juice. "I can see why you enjoy drinking it so much on the webcam." Then I felt you step away, leaving me quivering with anticipation. My arms were aching now from the unnatural position. It was hard to keep my balance, and my back and leg muscles were beginning to shake from the effort of holding this pose. "You look so good like this," you remarked, as if to yourself "I love the way you offer your asshole to me. You know it really will be fun to penetrate you, knowing that it is your first time. I never fucked a man before, let alone a virgin." Now the fear was building up in me again. Were you going to do it now? I could see the flash of your camera, even through the blindfold. You circled me, taking photos of my contorted body from all angles, but concentrating especially around my protruding rear. "These will make some great pictures for my album. You look so helpless like that. I will love looking at these and playing with myself." How long will this go on, I wondered? My back muscles started to cramp and my face distorted with pain. But true to your word, you were a kind Mistress. Even before I gave a signal, you had released my handcuffs from the chain that was holding them up, and I collapsed forward on to something soft. It felt like a pile of cushions. "You poor boy," you soothed me, stroking my hair "You really aren't strong enough for that yet, are you? You have barely been in the position for twenty minutes. I can see that I am going to have to spend a lot of time training you, if you really want to be my slave. But, you do want it, don't you." I nodded a feeble yes. "I know you do, and I will look after you. I do believe you will make a good slave one day. Tomorrow we will begin your training in earnest. For now, I will give you an easier task." I felt you unfastening the buckles of my gag. The relief was enormous as you released my mouth. "Thank you, Mistress" I mumbled, with difficulty. "You do want to give me pleasure, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Then eat my pussy!" you commanded. You must have removed your panties because I could smell the hot, peppery odor of your excited cunt near my face. I somehow pushed myself up onto my knees and stretched my tongue out in the direction of that perfume. You thrust yourself up to meet me and I was amazed and delighted to find how wet you were. I licked your juices up greedily and drank them down. The taste was heavenly and yet unusual… I wanted more. I began flicking my tongue back and forth over your clit rhythmically, listening as your breathing got shorter and shorter. I traced the outline of your inner pussy lips with the tip of my tongue, down one side and up the other. Then I began to lap the whole of your pussy like a dog, wet slurping sounds escaping as I did so. I took your whole clit into my mouth and sucked, harder and harder as I felt you thrusting your pelvis against me. Finally your thighs closed around my face and your muscles clenched tight. As you relaxed, I thrust my tongue out to penetrate you and heard you groan deeply. I wriggled my wet tongue inside you for a second and then licked up the last of your juices as you made tiny whimpering noises. We both lay still and silent for a long time. "That was great," you sighed, at last "I have always wanted a man to eat me when I was having my period. You genuinely liked the taste, I could tell. Maybe you are going to be a better slave than I expected. You really do enjoy giving your Mistress pleasure, don't you?" "I do, Mistress." "Then come with me. I have something special for you…" To Be Continued... Debbie's Slave Ch. 2 Chapter 2: Punishment You helped me to my feet and began to lead me, shuffling, to another room. "Where are we going?" I asked. “Is your memory so short?" You snapped. "I told you just minutes ago what the second rule is. Don't you remember?" I hesitated, confused. “You must obey me exactly and fully, without any hesitation, at all times. That's what I said, didn't I? That means jump to it! No questions, no explanations required. I can see that you need a lesson that will make sure you don't forget." “Please don't spank me again," I blurted out "My ass is killing me. I didn't know you meant no questions." “Listen carefully, boy" you said gently, "I'm being patient with you because you are new, and you are very sweet, but I won't tolerate this a second time. You want to be a good slave to me, don't you?" “Yes, but…" “You want to surrender completely to my will, don't you?" I paused, considering. "I guess so." “Then you need to learn that a slave has no will of his own, does he?" “No, Mistress," I conceded. “Right now you are still thinking and speaking like a free man, and that won't do, will it?" “No, Mistress." “Then I'm sure you can see what I must do to help you learn." I nodded, reluctantly. “Tell me, boy." “You need to p-punish me, Mistress" I stuttered in a low voice. “And it needs to be a punishment that will make sure you don't dare to repeat that mistake again" you spat. My fear must have shown in my face despite the blindfold, because you moved closer and said, "I know you are afraid of punishment. We all are. But you will thank me for making you fit to be my slave, won't you, boy?" “Yes, Mistress", I said, my voice hardly above a whisper. “Good, then this is your punishment; ten strokes for hesitation to obey; ten strokes for your insolence in objecting to my punishing you; ten strokes for failing to address me as Mistress, offence repeated four times. That makes a total of sixty strokes." I gasped. 7 strokes on my red bottom had felt like agony. How could I possibly take sixty? But, I didn't dare to object. That would only earn me a harsher punishment. “Come here, boy!" you ordered, and I stumbled toward you, the bar that was still forcing my feet apart preventing me from walking normally. "I don't think I can give 60 strokes with my hand" you reflected, "It would hurt me too much…It's a good thing I bought this." I shuddered to think what 'this' might be. "Bend over my knee" you commanded. As I moved closer to the sound of your voice you suddenly seized me by the hair and pulled me across your lap. You were seated in a high back chair without arms. My head was hanging down on your left-hand side, my muscular abdomen across your warm lap, and my ass conveniently located under your right hand. For a moment you fondled my ass, feeling each cheek and running a fingertip down the crack as you spoke. "You know this is for your own good, boy. Don't worry, I will take good care of you." “I think I had better put your gag back in, hadn't I" you reflected, with a smile in your voice "We can't have you disturbing the neighbors." I felt the ball of the gag being pushed against my lips and I opened my mouth wide in submission as you forced it in and buckled the straps tightly behind my head. "But I would like you to see what I am going to use for your education. Perhaps it will help you remember to be a good boy." Deftly you removed my blindfold, and my eyes focused on the object that you were holding just below my face for me to see. It was a heavy-looking wooden paddle with a rounded profile, about eighteen inches long and maybe six inches wide at the broadest point. "I got this specially when I knew you were flying over to me. I've never used one before, but I thought that you might need it. Looks like I was right." The paddle disappeared from my field of vision, presumably into your right hand. Then you swiftly seized my handcuffs in your left and pulled them high into the air, preventing me from defending my rear, which was now even more exposed and still glowing from your previous attentions. Suddenly I felt a flash of blue-white pain as the paddle in your right hand hit home. The scream that it forced from me died as a high pitched bubbling in my throat. The gag was certainly effective, and very necessary. The police would have been round in an instant if they could have heard me. You alternated the strokes, one cheek and then the other, one thigh and then the other. The blows on my still-tender ass were the worst, but spanking my thighs as well spread the flames of pain still wider. I desperately tried to keep count so I would know when the ordeal would end but soon I lost control and began to weep openly. You must have seen my tears splashing onto the floor because you paused for breath and said in a triumphant-sounding voice, "Yes, it hurts doesn't it, boy? Now you know what happens to disobedient, disrespectful boys." Then the thrashing resumed and I screamed against my gag once more. As the pain built up I felt more and more helpless and humiliated. No one had ever inflicted pain like this on me. I was powerless and totally unable to control myself as I wept and tried to scream. I struggled for release but your grip on me was strong and expert. Gradually I became aware too that you were moving beneath me, squirming in your seat as you beat me again and again. “Sixty!" I heard you say, as if from very far way, and your voice sounded exultant and curiously excited. I felt my gag being released and the moment that it was out of my mouth I let out a moan of agony. "That hurt a lot, didn't it boy?" you demanded. “Yes… Mistress" I whimpered. “You don't want me to have to punish you like that again, do you?" “No, Mistress" I said, and I meant it. “So has this helped you to learn to be a better slave?" “Yes it has, Mistress" “You had better thank me for the lesson, then. " “Thank you, Mistress" I stammered, hoping you wouldn't find any excuse to punish me again. “God, I enjoyed that so much!" you said, and I could hear the exhilaration in your voice. " I never paddled a guy before. It makes me so fucking hot when you cry. I can feel my power over you. I'm going to beat you again now. There is no count this time because this isn't a punishment; this is purely for my own gratification. I just love seeing you writhe in pain!" As you raised my arms and slammed the paddle into me again I could feel this was going to be worse than ever. My ass and thighs already felt red raw. You were really excited now and enjoying every minute. The blows were even heavier. Worse still, I didn't know when you might stop. I wondered whether to use my safeword, but didn't want to flunk out on my first day. I bit my gag and tried not to scream. Soon I couldn't even try any more. Strange animal noises gurgled in my throat. As stroke after stroke landed in a steady rhythm I felt a strange warmth building inside me. Curiously the pain seemed to be getting more distant, although tears were still pouring from my eyes. The warm feeling flooded through me and I felt totally compliant to your will. It no longer mattered whether I was in pain, or how long it would last, only that I pleased you. I could feel you moving under me and against me too, the muscles of your thighs and midriff clenching again and again. Suddenly you let out a grunt and fell forward onto my back as if someone had punched you in the stomach. I lay on your lap, floating, feeling nothing, wondering what was happening. All I could hear was your voice behind me moaning "My sweet boy. You are so good. You are so, so fucking good. I never believed it was possible to come like that." Somehow you shifted me off your lap and lowered me onto a soft rug. I lay on my stomach, completely limp, still gagged and with my legs wide apart. I felt you lie down beside me, put an arm around my shoulders and hug me tenderly. Carefully you removed the gag from my mouth. I think we both fell asleep for a while. When I came to we were still there on the floor. I could hear you whispering in my ear. "Good boy, sweet boy. You really are trying so hard, aren't you? I know you've never been paddled before and yet you were so brave. I am so pleased that you let me beat you. You can't believe how much I enjoyed that." Even without my gag I could say nothing. I shifted slightly and flames of fire seemed to flash across my backside. I tried to keep as still as I could. "My poor boy. I have hurt you a lot, haven't I? Let me put you to bed." You released my ankles so that it would be easier for me to walk, and helped me get painfully to my feet. Every movement was agony. You led me into the bedroom and placed me face down on the bed. I lay there sore and exhausted; my mind a blank. Sitting next to me, you stroked my hair and ears soothingly. "I want you to know that you were very, very good. I didn't know whether you would cope with a good spanking or not. When we chatted on NetMeeting you said you wanted to try it, but the real thing is very different, huh? I did hit you hard…maybe harder than I meant to. The funny thing is I kind of knew that you were getting something very special out of it too." I couldn't answer you, but I wondered how you could tell. I hardly dared admit it to myself, but that warm flying, floating sensation at the moment of complete surrender had been unlike anything I had ever felt before. I wondered if it was normal, whether it would happen every time. Were you going to beat me like that again? The thought filled me with fear and longing simultaneously. The total submission of my body to your will felt wonderful, but how far was I able to go? I would have to rely on you completely… to put my life in your hands. "Just trust me" you whispered, and my eyes filled with tears again. To Be Continued… Debbie's Slave Ch. 3 "This evening, just rest" you told me, as I lay there, not daring to move because of the new pain it would bring to my ass and thighs. "I really did have a special treat prepared for you, but that is going to have to wait for now, until you can move again. Now then, let me prop you up a bit on these pillows, I've got something here for you to eat." You brought me a can of Coke with a straw in it and popped morsels of food into my mouth so that you would not have to release my handcuffs even for a moment. You were making it very clear to me that I was going to be completely dependent on you for everything while I was here. Sitting behind me on the bed as I lay on my stomach, you carefully moved my ankles wider apart. I winced as the movement rekindled the smarting in my hindquarters. You reached out one hand and idly ran a finger down the crack of my ass as you talked to me reassuringly. Since you had only paddled my cheeks, the area between was still pain-free, so long as I relaxed and controlled the tendency to clench my buttocks against your intruding finger. You had planned this cleverly… even an involuntary attempt to reject your attentions would be punished instantly with pain. As I lay and worried how long it would be before I could walk again you played with the ring of my ass and spoke hypnotically. "Don't worry my sweet boy. I chose that paddle for you because it was nice and broad. It carries a hell of a sting, but it doesn't cut in like a cane or a whip, and it isn't heavy enough to bruise. You will feel a little tender tomorrow… enough to remind you of the price of disobedience, but there is no damage done. You'll be fine in the morning and we can start your training properly." I could feel you gently working some lube around the rim of my asshole with your fingertip now, and your voice was getting deeper and huskier. "I've been thinking for ages about the things you told me on NetMeeting about how much you loved your last girlfriend to finger-fuck your ass. I used to love it when you sent me pics of that. I've kept them all, you know. I've wanted to do the same to you for a long time now. I know you'd like that, wouldn't you?" I couldn't find any words. All I could do was groan in reply. "I'll take that as a yes" you said brightly, and gently slid a finger inside me. "I'm glad you enjoy anal play. So many guys seem to be hung up about it and they worry that they might be fags if a woman fingers their ass. I know for a fact that loads of guys are fucked by their wives or girlfriends, either with their fingers or with a dildo. Most of the rest would love to have it done to them if they got half a chance, but you try and find a guy who will admit that a woman has ever been inside him." Your finger was deeper now, up to the second joint, and moving slowly in and out. Long moans of pleasure escaped my lips. "I believe that anal sex is a sensation for everyone to enjoy, whether they are male or female, gay or straight. There's just nothing in the world feels like having a warm, hard, throbbing cock filling your ass." I lay there helplessly listening in fascinated fear. "I've always wanted to fuck you with a dildo, but I know you are not ready for that yet. Tonight I'll use my fingers on you, and tomorrow you will get your first butt plug. Soon you will be able to take anything I want to put up your ass." Your finger was in up to the knuckle now, and my moans were getting shorter and higher-pitched. "I can see why your girlfriend enjoyed this. Your moans are so delicious I could kiss you." Slipping your finger out for a moment, you leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth, your tongue probing deeply. I felt even sexier and more possessed by you. "Oh, Debbie!" I gasped as you broke away. " … Mistress!" I corrected myself quickly; hoping you hadn't noticed my slip. "Don't worry, my darling boy. I ought to punish you for calling me that, but sometimes you are just too cute." Sitting back again you lubed up my ass once more and began to insert two fingers. It stretched me painfully at first, but as soon as you penetrated me it felt more than twice as good. "Now don't be afraid of me" you told me as you worked the fingers deeper, "While you are here I will always respect the hard limits that we discussed on email before you came; no blood, no strangulation or anything that blocks your breathing, nothing that will leave a permanent mark. So don't worry, I'm not going to pierce you or brand you or anything like that. On the other hand, you left me very free in any other area. I'm pleased that I will be able to explore your sexuality to the full. By the end of these two weeks you will be enjoying and begging me for things that you had never imagined doing. I am going to take you to the very limits of pleasure that you can endure." My mind raced. What could you mean by 'things I never imagined doing'? Just what had I let myself in for here? But the two fingers inside me began to twist round and round and to massage my prostate. I couldn't think any more because of the sheer bliss of that feeling. "I know your old girlfriend liked finger-fucking you and tying you up, but she reached her limits too soon for you, didn't she? She wouldn't even spank you, or fuck you with a dildo. No need to worry about that with me. I am going to test your limits. I can think of perversions that will take your breath away." Watching me as I began to squirm under your insistent attentions you mused distantly "You really do love this, don't you? I wish I had set up my video camera so I could watch this again and again. Never mind. There will be plenty more chances to film you." "Now let me explain. This is my bed. You will sleep here tonight, because I miss the warmth of a man's body next to me, but normally you will sleep on the floor unless I have need of you. I have locked your clothes, wallet, air tickets and passport in that steel trunk over there. You won't get it open… don't even try, unless you want be beaten again. The keys are at my workplace, so you needn't bother searching for them here. Tomorrow is Sunday, so I will have all day to play with you, but on weekdays you will be alone here while I am at work. Normally you will remain naked and cuffed when I am not around. The front door isn't locked. You are free to leave at any time you want, if you don't mind walking down the street like that" you giggled, "But like I said, if you leave you'd better not bother coming back." The constant probing of your two fingers inside me brought me to a series of those shuddering convulsions in my belly that I can only call a 'dry orgasm'. I hadn't cum, but it felt just as if I had. I was weak and trembling from the sensations; whimpering quietly in ecstasy. "You are so tight at the back," you said, soothingly " I was planning to fuck you with three fingers, but I can see that you couldn't take that right now. Never mind, that can be corrected later." "By the way, I'm hanging the paddle up here" you said, as you placed it on a nearby hook on the wall. "It will be handy for use, in case I need it. And you will be able to see it all the time, to remind you what happens to naughty boys." I shuddered involuntarily. "Now let's take a look at those wrists of yours…as I thought… you are not used to handcuffs and they've been on rather too long. You are getting red and sore there." Stepping to the chest of drawers you produced two soft black leather cuffs, each with a heavy steel chain attached. Bending over me you took my right wrist, released it from the metal handcuffs, dusted it with talcum powder and strapped on the broad leather cuff. Then, raising my arm above my head, you padlocked the chain to a rail at the head of the bed. I was still too sore from the thrashing and too weak from the finger-fucking to resist you. Quickly you repeated the exercise with my left wrist and I was securely chained to the rail, face down. Then you took two more leather cuffs and chains from the drawer and did the same to each foot, pulling them further apart and padlocking them to the foot of the bed. You took a pillow and placed it under my head, turning my eyes to face you. "Are you comfortable?" you asked, giving me a tender peck on the cheek. "Yes, thank you Mistress" I replied, although the term was decidedly relative. "Now for your blindfold" you said, "It isn't the place of a slaveboy-in-training to see his Mistress naked." You slipped my blindfold on again and I listened to the subtle sounds of you removing your clothing; trying to imagine how your delicious body would look if I could just release myself for a moment. My cock was rigid as I remembered watching you on NetMeeting and how divine you looked then; how magnificent your breasts and your ass. You climbed on to the bed next to me and I felt the soft warmth of your body against my side. I was dying to fuck you, but the throbbing in my rear and the chains on my wrists and ankles made certain that I wouldn't be able to do a thing unless you wanted me to. "So beautifully helpless!" you murmured "Just the way I want you!" As I drifted off to sleep, with your arm across my back and your cool, sweet-smelling skin touching mine, I wondered where we would go from here. In just a few short hours since my arrival, you had turned me from a free man into your trainee slaveboy; chained, blindfolded, beaten and fingered in the ass. It felt very strange; so sudden, so scary and yet I knew that more than anything I wanted to be yours, the plaything of your depraved desires, serving your whims and fulfilling your lusts. I resolved to do my best to please you, to submit to you utterly and completely, to allow you to do anything to me that you wanted. Yet just what might that include? How far would you make me go? I still had two more weeks to go here. I knew I couldn't take a spanking like that every day. I would have to obey your every command without question, and without hesitation. But what would happen to me tomorrow…? To Be Continued… Debbie's Slave Ch. 4 Chapter 4: Training On Sunday morning I woke to feel your wet tongue in my ear. My erection grew swiftly with the erotic sensations of you licking, nibbling and kissing it. In my half-dreaming state, I remembered the sensation of your fingers deep inside me and groaned. Suddenly your sharp teeth bit hard on my earlobe, shocking me wide awake, and I heard your eager voice close to me. "Wake up, boy! I'm going to have some fun today." You removed my blindfold and I could see that you must have been up for a while already. You were dressed quite differently from yesterday. My cock sprang to attention at the sight of you. A tight black corset forced your tremendous boobs upwards so your nipples peeped over the top. A black G-string barely covered your pussy. Suspenders held up sheer black stockings that descended into knee-length high-heeled leather boots. In your hand you held a wicked-looking riding crop. I took one look at it and decided that I had better not give you even the smallest reason to use it on me. My backside felt much better, still a slight tingling, but nothing worse. I was looking forward to the first day of my training and the sight of you made me more excited than apprehensive. You released my wrists and ankles and helped me to my feet. Although I was physically free from my bonds now, the sight of that crop at your side banished any ideas that I might have had of misbehaving or trying to take back control. "Go shave and use the bathroom if you need to; then your training begins," you ordered. I obeyed. When I returned to the bedroom you were waiting for me. "OK, let's teach you your morning routine," you said, "Pay careful attention to what you have to do. First of all, I like my slaves to be in good shape to serve me and you are looking a bit out of condition. Get down and give me fifty push-ups!" you commanded. Now, although my body is naturally slim and fairly athletic looking, I had always carefully avoided unnecessary exercise. My legs are well developed because I do a lot of walking and cycling, but my upper body was decidedly not of the bodybuilder variety. I got down and strained and gritted my teeth but struggle as I might, nine push-ups was the best I could manage "I said fifty" you snapped "You did nine. That's pathetic! You owe me forty-one. That's going to be forty-one strokes of the paddle for you. You had better shape up, because it's going to be the same every day until you can do fifty. I'll give you your punishment later." I breathed an audible sigh of relief that you were not going to beat me now, especially not with that crop. But when would you do it, I wondered? Inwardly, I resolved to do whatever I could to reduce tomorrow's punishment. "You are all sweaty now; I love the smell of your body, but I think you need to cool off. Get in that shower and give yourself a good scrub down; I like a nice clean boy." You pushed me into the shower and turned on the cold water only, but by now I knew better than to protest or question your actions. I soaped myself and washed as quickly as I could, but made sure to be thorough so that you could find no fault. I stepped out shivering, my cock shrunk to the size of a peanut. You wrapped a large towel round me and patted me dry, then took a bottle of massage oil from the shelf. Skillfully you worked your way down me from head to foot, oiling the whole of my body till every muscle gleamed and shone as if I was a prize horse. The sensation of your hands running over every inch of me, seeming to take possession of me, excited me immeasurably. Before long the ex-peanut was doing its best not to look out of place on a horse either. Then you secured my hands behind my back again, this time powdering my wrists and using the leather cuffs so that, as you explained to me, I would be able to wear them all day, if you wished. Next you strapped a black leather cock and ball harness onto my now erect member. The forward strap of the harness had a steel ring attached; something I had never seen before. I was puzzling over its purpose, but just then you commanded me to kneel and touch my forehead to the floor. I did so, knowing that in this position my ass was presented to you perfectly. I trembled a little in anticipation of a blow. "Don't be nervous" you reassured me quietly "I'm just going to lube your ass up ready for your first butt plug." This was not such comforting news, but the coaxing tone of your voicing and the fingers gently working the lube into my asshole enabled the muscles around it to relax slowly. The plug felt cold and smooth and shiny, chromed steel I guessed, and my sphincter tightened involuntarily at the first icy touch. But your patient voice and the gentle, insistent pressure helped me relax again and the plug slid slowly further in, opening me wider and wider. Just as I thought my ring could stretch no more, the shoulder of the plug was passed and the contraction of my muscles pulled it quickly the rest of the way in. "Good boy" you said proudly "You did that perfectly." I felt a glow of satisfaction in your approval. "Now get up." I stood and experienced the unfamiliar but not altogether unpleasant heavy sensation of fullness in my rear. But you didn't give me much time to think about it. Attaching a chain leash to the ring in the cock and ball harness you said "Come on, boy; time for breakfast." I quickly learned the literal truth of that famous saying 'If you've got 'em by the balls their hearts and minds will follow'. You led me into the kitchen and I made sure to keep up. I looked at the table, but it was empty. "There is your breakfast," you said, indicating a dog's bowl on the floor. Look, It's even got your name on, Monty. I got it for you at the pet store specially. Don't I take good care of you?" It was no dog-food, however. The food smelt good; it was something Italian, cut into bite sized chunks, but there was a decidedly modest amount. "That's all you will get till this evening" you said, reading the disappointment in my eyes. "You will only be fed twice a day, so I advise you not to eat it all at once; during the week you'll need to make it last till I get home in the evening. I won't be here to feed you at lunchtimes. I know it's not very much. But quite honestly you could do with losing a little weight, and if you end up a little bit hungry, so much the better. Perhaps I will find some way that you can earn some extra treats," you grinned. "There isn't much water either," you said, pointing to a half-full water bowl nearby, "but remember that I won't be here during the day and you won't be able to use the bathroom with that harness on or the butt-plug in. And I will be very cross if I come home and find a mess. So I think you had better get used to that idea." But how was I supposed to eat the stuff? My hands were still chained behind my back. I stared at the bowl, then at you, and I read the answer in your eyes. You wanted me to eat like a dog. "Yes, that's right boy. Get down there and eat it. I love to see you kneel before me. You are nothing more than an animal, are you?" I got down on my knees again and lowered my face to the bowl. Using lips, tongue and teeth I clumsily scoffed roughly half of the contents of the bowl, spreading food over my nose and around my mouth as I did so. I could feel the sauce running down and dripping from my chin. I had to stretch my tongue as far as I could to lap up the water. I drank only enough to quench my thirst. I looked up and saw you grinning down at me with a gleam in your eye. I felt totally degraded as I crouched impotently at your feet, my face greasy and messy, my hands bound behind me, my cock held in a permanent erection by the harness and my ass filled. I could read the pleasure in your face at your dominion over me. "Get up!" you ordered me, cracking the riding crop uncomfortably close to my rear. I scrambled to my feet and you roughly wiped my face clean. Then you kissed me deeply and passionately. I could feel you trembling with excitement. Your tongue seemed to probe my mouth as deeply as the plug filled my ass. My eyes closed in rapture and when I opened them I could see nothing. "How on earth can you blindfold me so quickly, Mistress?" I blurted out in amazement. "Creative use of Velcro," you said in an amused tone. "It's a great invention. I made it myself. Much simpler and more effective than the commercial junk they sell as blindfolds." "Come on, boy!" you said and I followed the insistent pull of the leash on my cock, hoping I wouldn't trip. You led me back to the room we had been in yesterday and commanded "Assume the position!" I thought quickly, trying to figure out what you meant. A crack of the whip near enough behind my head to feel the wind of it made up my mind what you wanted. I raised my hands high behind my back again, just as you had made me stand the day before. I felt you take the chain joining my wrists and attach it to the hook hanging from the ceiling. Then you strapped my ankles to a spreader bar. Again I was forced into tension, my rear protruding, my head bowed before you. You moved away and I heard noises that, for a moment, I could not identify. "I know you enjoy playing on Internet, don't you boy?" "Yes, Mistress" I replied. "I like to go on-line at the weekends. Yesterday I told a few friends on ICQ that you would be coming to me and they could watch you on NetMeeting. They were all very interested to see what you could do. Let's see who's on-line, shall we?" Then my puzzled brain recognized the noises; they were the sounds of your PC booting up. I could hear your modem dialing and making the connection now. I broke into a sweat. You could not be serious! I had been on cam many times before, but even though I had played the role of a submissive I had always had control of my end of the line. I could take or refuse the calls I wanted and ultimately, if I didn't like the way things were going, I could just hang up. Now I had no power at all. You were going to exhibit me hanging here, oiled, chained, blindfolded, and butt-plugged, for the entertainment of who knew what kind of people. What might they want to see? What might you want to do to me? "Mmmm, you look great in the web- cam," you called to me with evident satisfaction. "I wonder how long it will take before we get a call…" To Be Continued... Debbie's Slave Ch. 5 Chapter 5: NetMeeting I waited, shifting uncomfortably in my chains, as you sat at the keyboard handling the incoming calls. Every few seconds I heard the ringing sound of a connection request and then you saying, "I'm sorry, I can't hear you… If your mike doesn't work, forget it. Bye!" It was the usual crop of guys posing as women, without either cams or mikes. You disposed of them in short measure. I remained in the position, trembling slightly with anticipation. I was almost beginning to think that your threat was an empty one, that you had just staged all this just to frighten me, when I heard a female voice coming over the speakers. "Hi Debbie, this is Starlight. Can you hear me?" She had a Mid-Western accent and sounded like she might be in her thirties. I tensed, wondering what she could see on the cam and how you would respond. "Hi, Starlight, I can hear you just fine. Where are you from?" "I'm from Ohio. Say, Debbie, have you really got a slave there?" "Well, only an apprentice slave; he's not properly trained yet. Would you like to see him and maybe help me with breaking him in?" "Wow, yes! That sounds really cool. What does he do for you?" "Anything I want him to, don't you boy?" "Yes, Mistress" I answered in a hoarse voice. "OK, let's see him then… all of him." I could hear you moving around me, presumably shifting the cam around so that she could take a good look at me from all angles. "Oh my God! Did you chain him up like that?" "Sure, don't you think he looks delicious?" "He certainly does… He's got a beautiful body… and I love the thing around his dick…Will he eat your pussy for you?" "Of course he will. Did it just last night. I came so hard you wouldn't believe it." "Do you whip him?" "I haven't whipped him yet," (I didn't like the sound of the way you said 'yet') "but I spank him with a paddle." "Would you give him six strokes of the paddle for me so I can watch?" "Sure, I'd love to. But I better just remove this first to be safe. Can you see it?" You said, seizing the cheeks of my ass and spreading them for the camera. "Hey, what's that I can see in his asshole?" "A butt-plug, I just put it in for the first time about a quarter of an hour ago." "Amazing! Does he like it?" "Answer her, boy" " I love to wear a butt plug to please my Mistress." I heard myself reply in a trembling voice. "Too cool! It's really neat the way he calls you 'Mistress'. I wish my hubby would do that." "Maybe you just need to train him better," you said, straight-faced, and I heard Starlight giggle. "Are you going to take it out then?" "Yes, I think that's better. I don't want to risk injuring him. Good slaves are hard to find these days." "Relax" you whispered to me as you took the plug between thumb and forefinger and gingerly began to withdraw it. I exhaled slowly as I felt the ring of my ass being stretched once again, and then quickly the broad shoulder of the plug was passed and my muscles expelled it in one smooth action. I sighed with relief. "That was great; you've got me soaking wet here," said Starlight. "Are you going to spank him now?" "Just hold on a second while I fetch the paddle" you replied. I listened to your footsteps departing and felt grateful that she had only asked for six strokes. What would you have done if she had said a hundred? I would just have to trust you. It was evident from the fact that you had removed the butt plug that you were going to take care of me. Then I heard you returning and calling "Are you still there, Starlight?" "I'm here but I'm so wet I can hardly sit still in my chair. Come on, spank him!" As you came up behind me I tried to brace myself for the blow. It stung fiercely and my face contorted with pain, but it was not quite such a shock as the day before, and I counted off the six strokes between clenched teeth without crying out. "Keep the cam on his ass" said Starlight " I want to see how red it is... Beautiful! You certainly know how to spank a guy. Now tell him to get down on his knees and kiss your feet." I felt you step behind me and release my hands from the hook on the ceiling. "Kneel!" you commanded. "Kiss my feet!" I dropped to my knees and bowed my head before you, totally abased in my submission to you. I wondered how much of a kick you were getting out of seeing me like this. It didn't seem like an act at all, there was a thrill in your voice as you spoke to me that told me you were loving every minute of your control over my mind and body. I kissed your feet as if you were a goddess who held power of life and death over me. I was still blindfolded, and the smooth cold feeling of your shiny high-heeled shoes against my lips and the rich, exciting smell of the leather seemed so overwhelming that I made small moaning noises as I worshipped at your feet. "Stop!" you ordered, when you had had your fill, and you pulled me roughly to my feet again. "This is unbelievable! Are you people for real?" "Of course we are," you answered, a little breathlessly. "Is there anything else that you would like to see?" "Oh my God! You are the sexiest people I've ever seen on Internet. Will he drink his own cum?" "Will you drink your cum for Starlight if I ask you to? "Yes, Mistress… you know I love to do that for you." "Wow… would I like to see that! Tell him to jerk off into a glass and then drink it for me." "OK, hold on a second while I get a glass for you." You left the room briefly and returned with a tall glass in your hand. Then I felt you free my cock from its harness and begin steadily working your hand up and down my shaft in an unbroken rhythm. My breathing became faster and shallower and my body tensed in response to your attentions. "Let my friend see your beautiful sweet pre-cum first" you murmured in my ear. You continued steadily pumping at my cock and soon I could feel the first drops of pre-cum oozing from the purple head of my tool. "Look at his pre-cum, I love to see it on his lips, don't you?" you cooed, dipping your finger into the shining bead of moisture and smearing it first on my upper lip, then on the lower. You resumed your pumping action and within a few seconds more of the clear liquid appeared. Again you spread it over my lips so that they glistened with the wetness. "How does it look?" "Delicious… I've got my panties off here and my dildo's going in now. Can you hear it?" said Starlight. I listened as the wet, slurping sounds came over the speakers and my cock got still harder. Just at that moment you kissed me full on the lips. When I opened my eyes again the blindfold was gone and I was looking deep into your beautiful eyes as you worked away on my prick with your hand. I began moving my hips in response to your compelling rhythm. "Now, cum for my friend" you commanded, at the same time tightening your grip on my penis and increasing the rate of your jerky movements until your fist was a frantic blur. I felt the muscular spasms of my orgasm and you held the glass over the head of my cock just in time to catch the first of the thick white cum which exploded from it. It seemed to go on and on until the bottom of the glass was covered with the milky fluid. You tilted the glass and held it nearer to the cam so that she could see the contents. Then you pushed me to my knees again and held it close to my face so I could smell the heady aroma. "That's incredible!" gasped a breathless and excited voice from the speakers. "Now make him drink it … all of it!" "Don't swallow" you whispered to me as you raised the glass to my lips and tilted it, carefully keeping my head in profile to the cam so that she would not miss a thing. As you did so, I felt the thick, warm liquid flowing into my mouth and onto my tongue, until my mouth seemed full of it and the flavor was overpowering me. I felt drops beginning to overflow and run down my chin. "Now open your mouth wide," you said, lowering the glass and turning my face toward the cam so that she would be able to see my mouth full of cum. Excited moans and panting could be heard over the line as you turned my face back toward you and kissed me full on the mouth, sucking the cum from my mouth into yours. You broke away and turned to the camera with your mouth open to show it filled with my creamy cum. Then you tilted my head back and bent over me with your mouth opened wide, allowing the sperm to dribble in long, thick, sticky strings from your mouth to mine. As the last drops fell from your lips you ordered me to swallow, and I felt a kind of depraved ecstasy as the syrupy juice slid slowly down my throat. High pitched squeals and moans over the line told us that our watcher had come powerfully. The speakers fell silent. I knelt by your side, resting my head against your thigh, and you ran your fingers through my hair in an affectionate way. I was just beginning to think that Starlight must have hung up once she was satisfied, when a faint voice said "Shit! That was incredible! I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that in my life." "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed our little show. I love sharing my slave boy with you." "I still can't believe this is real. Is he your husband or boyfriend or what?" "No, he is just here to be trained by me for two weeks. If he makes the grade then I will decide what to do with him after that." (There you were again. Just what did you mean by that remark?) "But where on earth did you find him?" "Here, on NetMeeting. I began his training on-line, and when I decided he was ready I told him to come and stay with me to see whether he is fit to be a real slave." "That's too kinky for words. Do you think I could get a guy to do that for me?" "I don't see why not. There are plenty of men around who love to be dominated. Haven't you ever tied your hubby up or played with his ass?" "Well, I never tied him up, but I love to tickle him around his asshole and once, about five years ago, he let me put one finger inside. I loved every second of it and we both came harder than I can ever remember, but afterwards he never mentioned it again and I didn't dare to ask him. I felt like I was some kind of pervert. I don't know anyone else who does that." "Well now you do. I fucked my boy with two fingers last night. It's a real pity you're in Ohio. If you were closer I'd invite you round to join in the fun. I'm sure he would love your fingers inside him." I listened, wondering whether I would get any say in the matter, but it seemed that you were going to make all the decisions about who did what to me. If it pleased you for her to finger-fuck me, then that is what I would have to do. "I think I might have problems explaining to my hubby where I was going. Say, are you going to be on-line again later this week?" "It depends how the mood takes me, but here's my ICQ number," you said, typing it into the chat box. "Keep in touch and I'll look out for you if we are on-line again." "Thanks, I have to go now, but I sure hope to see you two again. Bye! With that she hung up the connection. "Oh, I'm definitely enjoying this," you said in an animated voice "Let's see who else is online."…. To Be Continued... Debbie's Slave Ch. 6 As I knelt with my head resting against the outside of your thigh, I could smell the warm, heady odor of your pussy close by. It stirred me to know that I had given you pleasure - that you were now wet and excited. The scent made me want to kiss you again in worship, but I did not dare to do so unless you ordered me. I waited idly, breathing deeply to try and drink in more of that smell that I loved so much. I could hear the mouse clicks on the desk above me and sometimes I was dully aware of snippets of conversation, but I felt intoxicated by what had just happened. I was unable to resist the flow of events, even if I had wanted to. Suddenly you were urging me to my feet again. "Hi Suzanne," I heard you say, as if from a distance, as I seemed to wake up again, "I'm glad you're online. I've got a slave here that I think you will enjoy." So you must know this Suzanne already? Had you done this before with other men? I wondered just what it was that Suzanne enjoyed. "OK, Debbie" I heard the voice on the speakers say "Hook his hands up nice and high so I can see him." I felt my hands released for an instant from behind me, but almost as quickly you grabbed my wrists, brought them together again above my head and re-fastened the cuffs overhead on the hook, which was drawn up so high that I could just barely stand flat on my feet. My ribcage was expanded and my stomach drawn in. My body was in tension, making it difficult to breathe deeply. "Go and get them for me" said Suzanne, and I could already hear a note of enjoyment in her voice. You left the room without a word… you obviously knew what "they" were. You knew what was coming next, and I wished that that someone would tell me. I had to wait silently and expectantly until I heard your footsteps returning, but even then you remained standing behind me. I was wide-awake now, listening carefully, trying to get some clue as to what you might be holding. You reached round from behind me and ran the fingers of one hand up and down my torso from my throat to just above my already hardening cock. Suzanne's voice purred in appreciation as she watched you gradually arousing me again. "Pinch his right nipple" she commanded simply, and you took my nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. For a man, my nipples are unusually sensitive and I let out a short involuntary cry as I felt the pain shoot through me. "That's good. Put the first one on his left nipple," said Suzanne and I looked down to see you reaching round with a wooden clothespin. I tried to remain still as you put it on but I squirmed uncontrollably the moment the jaws closed onto my nipple. The first sharp pain subsided and I gradually grew accustomed to the hot sensation. "That looks just great," said Suzanne "Now for the right one." Again I struggled helplessly, my hands stretched high above my head, as I tried to avoid the pain that I knew was coming. After a moment, the feeling became bearable again, but the level of stimulation with two clothespins was definitely a step more intense than with one. "Mmmmm, he's enjoying that" laughed Suzanne, who had noticed my cock growing erect in response to the throbbing in my nipples. "I think we ought to give him some more." Before I could think, your hand reached from behind me and fastened one on my scrotum, just below my right testicle. The shock forced another cry from me and I tried to move away, but there was no way to escape. "How many do you think he can take?" asked Suzanne. "I don't know," you replied "I've never tried these on him before. Shall we find out?" "OK, but first I want you to get your digital camera and take some pics for me. I'd love you to email them to me as a keepsake of this session." "Fine" you said, and stepped aside for a moment, returning to crouch in front of me and begin taking snapshots of the cruel clothespins on my balls and my nipples. "Right, let's add some more then." Suzanne said when you had finished taking photos. I counted as you attached one clothespin after another to my ballsac - always pausing for a few seconds to allow the first sting to die away, and for me to adjust to the new level of pain. Each time you pulled out a fold of skin between thumb and forefinger, and then closed the jaws on it neatly. Two… three… four… five went on, and I flinched at each new peak of sensation. My cock was rock hard and the feeling of excitement grew within me as each one was added. The pain and the erotic intensity seemed unbearable. But still you went on, only pausing to snap a few more shots from different angles. Six… seven… eight. You stopped briefly to look into my eyes and check how I was holding up. You could see that my face was reddened and I was perspiring heavily with the extreme torment. "He's good, isn't he?" you asked Suzanne, and despite my mounting distress, I felt a pride in knowing that you were pleased with me. "Yes, I must say he's doing rather well" answered Suzanne, "you'd better give him some extra stimulation." You stood to one side of me so Suzanne could watch each move that you made, and brushed your hand against the clothespins, first on my nipples, then on my balls. Each movement was agony. Then you begin to flick them one at a time with your index finger, sending sensations like bee-stings through my skin. Small yelps escaped my lips with each contact, and even when you stopped I hung from my chains, groaning softly, as my knees no longer seemed able to support me. "I love the way he moans," said Suzanne "Let's hear some more. I'm sure he can do better than eight on his balls." So you bent down and added more to my pulsing scrotum - nine… ten… eleven… twelve, until my balls looked like a porcupine and the torture seemed to fill my brain. "I've run out of space here," you said, sounding disappointed that there was no more room on my balls to hurt me. "That's no problem," said Suzanne and expertly instructed you to pinch folds of flesh and add more clothespins under my armpits, on my upper arms, on my throat, my earlobes and nostrils. By now, the sensations seemed to be building until all my body was burning, but still Suzanne was not satisfied. Under her direction, you pinched the skin on the underside of my cock and added a clothespin. I cried out sharply, and I could hear you breathing heavily with animal excitement. "Another!" she ordered, "and another!" until a line of four clothespins ran up to just under the head of my cock and I was writhing in agony as I hung by my wrists from the chain above me. "And now, one for his knob" said Suzanne, with a wicked-sounding giggle. I held my breath as I watched you spread the jaws of the clothespin wide and then close them right on the purple head of my cock, which was glistening with the pre-cum that had been leaking from the slit of my urethra. I thrashed wildly to try and escape from this new and still more terrible pain, but all you did was to step back and crouch to take still more pictures of my tortured body. "Do you want her to take them off?" I heard Suzanne asking, in a teasing voice. "Yes" I cried desperately, as I twisted and turned, unable to free myself from the teeth that bit me "Please take them off, Mistress." "Beg her" she said, in a voice of quiet superiority. "Mistress, I beg you. Please, please, take them off, I beg you" My voice was trembling as I pleaded with you over and over again, no longer even thinking whether or not this was the right thing to do. "OK, that will do," Suzanne said at last, and I saw you step toward me. Both your hands went to my balls and you took a handful of clothespins in each hand and plucked them away. I screamed as the blood rushed back into the tissues that had been compressed for so long, bringing a sensation like liquid fire within me. I thrashed and yelled as you swiftly pulled the rest of them from my body, and the shock of each one being removed was far worse than the pain of it going on. I hung limply from the chain by my wrists, drifting as the waves of agony slowly receded. Tears ran down my cheeks and dripped from my chin. My breath was shallow and labored and I was only half-aware of what was going on. When you released me from the chain, I collapsed in a crumpled heap at your feet. I lay there helpless and heard you exchanging words with Suzanne, as if at a great distance. Then I saw you move to the webcam and readjust the focus to where I lay. Using one foot to turn me onto my back, you squatted over me, facing my feet, and grasped my cock firmly in one hand. Pumping it insistently, you lowered your snatch onto my face, until my nose was buried in your ass and my lips met your pussy lips. I nuzzled and nibbled as you ground your groin into my face and you worked my dick furiously up and down, scratching my balls with the nails of your other hand. In reply I extended my tongue stiffly until it penetrated inside you, and I was rewarded with a trickle of your heavenly juices running down into my mouth. I felt you quiver, your thighs tightened around my head, and then you shifted back on to the floor by my side, breathing heavily, and stroking my body in evident pleasure. "Well done" you whispered to me hoarsely and then rose to your feet. "Well Suzanne, that was fun, but we've got to be going now. See you later." "Bye Debbie. So have I. Don't forget to mail me those pics. Thanks for the show." replied Suzanne and the line went dead. "Come on," you said to me " We need to get moving." Where to? I wondered to myself. To Be Continued...