1 comments/ 67514 views/ 8 favorites Grandfather Clock By: WillingSlutPartner I was on my knees in the living room, my hands secured to my ankles, my breasts being held up with a new push-up bra that was little more than a shelf, my ass barely covered by a piece of loose lace. I did not know what was up, just that I would do what my Master wished for me to do. I had arrived that day at the appointed time, 4 pm. Master had me prepare dinner and then had me stand at his side as he ate. He complimented me on my culinary skill and when he had finished, I was allowed to eat before cleaning up. Master had sent me into the bedroom to shower and cleanup. The bra and lace skirt were lying on the bed when I got out of the shower. There was also a bottle of Channel perfume that I applied to my breasts and shaved mons area. And there were the handcuffs. Master had positioned me in the middle of the living room and had secured my ankles to my wrists and told me he would be back soon. I heard the Grandfather clock strike nine and then three 15-minute chimes sounded before I heard the key in the door. Master entered with two couples. I could feel my breasts and face redden as the couples entered and milled around me, discussing my position as if I were not there. One of the women approached and stroked my long black hair as she circled behind me and then stopped directly in front of me. "I like the dark Latina skin, the dark nipples," she commented to the others. Master walked past without comment. I heard his shoes on the hardwood floor of the kitchen. The two men and two women took seats on the couches and chairs positioned around the large living room. The Grandfather clock now struck ten times. Master returned with five fluted glasses and a magnum of champagne. Conversation continued between the five people as I stayed quiet and still, my body exposed to the eyes of my Master's guests. I was able to identify the people by name through the conversation. Becky was the tall redhead who had circled me and commented on my dark complexion. Her mate, not sure if they were married or boyfriend/girlfriend, was named Mark. He and the other man, Steve, were dressed in expensive suits. The other woman, Sylvia, was the quietest of the four. She was oriental, dressed in a very expensive silk dress that plunged deeply down her chest and ended a few inches above her knees. My Master was, as usual, dressed in an expensive Armani suit. Through the small talk I was able to glean that the five had been out for appetizers and drinks at a local hotel bar. They had returned here with the promise of a surprise from my Master. "Will she agree to anything you ask?" Becky seemed extremely interested in my obedience to Master. "I would not ask her to do anything she would not agree to." My Master knows me well. He and I have been together now for five years and never had I not granted him what he had asked me for. He was the holder of my heart and there was nothing that I could imagine him asking for that I would not give to him freely. Steve stood and walked from his seat beside Sylvia to my side. He gazed unabashedly at my body. He walked behind me and then called for Sylvia to join him. The oriental woman quickly obeyed and I heard a zipper being released and then felt soft silk fall upon my arms and feet. Mark, Becky and Master were now observing Sylvia standing behind me. "Get on your knees." Sylvia was also a submissive but her master was Steve. I felt her kneel behind me, close enough that the heat from her skin could be felt against my back. I could hear her breathing and feel her exhales on the back of my neck. Steve repositioned himself to stand to our sides. My head did not turn, I stayed perfectly still not knowing what was going on. Steve moved back to a seat that was just off to my left and sat down before nodding slightly. This must have been a signal to Sylvia as she immediately placed her hands on my sides and stroked my skin. She touched me softly and slid her hands from my hips to my underarms and back again. I could feel her long fingernails sliding along the sensitive parts of my body that Master always started with. "How long do you think she will last?" asked Becky of my Master. I knew that he understood my inhibitions of sex with another woman and the way that a woman's touch quickly turned me on. "Not long at all, we should be enjoying her discomfort within just a few minutes." Yes, he understood completely. I could already feel the slight tingle of my sex and the hardening of my nipples from the gentle caress of Sylvia's fingers and nails. Becky then looked at Mark and smiled. "You are enjoying this thoroughly, yes?" Mark smiled wickedly as he continued to stare at Sylvia and I. I glimpsed down and could see the reaction he was having to the show. "Look at her nipples, how hard and filled they are already," Becky remarked with delight and amusement. This was not the first time that I had been used for other people's gratification. It had come up early in our relationship and I had willingly appeared for others in compromising positions. My Master had told me that my body was such that he could not think of not sharing the sight with his friends. Sylvia's nails were now grazing the sensitive sides of my breasts that were exposed by the skimpy bra that I was wearing. I could feel the rush of blood to my nipples as they continued to harden and lengthen in reaction to Sylvia's ministrations. "I think her cunt lips are opening." Miss Becky was very perceptive. I could also feel the lips of my sex becoming engorged and splitting. Soon the wetness of my womb would be forming droplets on those same lips. Sylvia was also reacting. I sensed her breathing becoming a bit deeper and faster. The heat of her exhaling was more prevalent now on my neck and her body was emanating more heat. I could imagine her fingers becoming more sensitive to the feel of my skin. Then Sylvia stopped, she removed her hands from my sides and they disappeared behind me. I suspect that Steve gave another slight signal that she had been expecting. I felt her rise behind me and then she walked around in front of me and again kneeled, this time facing me. She took up a mirror image to me, her hands back to her ankles. This was the first view I had of her beautiful long body. She had small breasts like those of most young Asians. Her pussy was covered with a copious tuft of pubic hair but her lips were shaved bare. Her olive skin glistened with the oil she used to maintain herself. I was staring straight into her deep, midnight-black eyes. Her face was thin, her lips full and painted with a deep red-colored lip-gloss. Her nose was straight and perfect. She seemed to be perfect and I parted my lips as she leaned into me for a deep kiss. I could hear comments being made by the three onlookers as Sylvia explored my mouth with her tongue. Her lips were pressed hard against mine and we breathed in each other's aroma. I could smell the sex, not knowing if it was from me or from her. I sucked deeply on the fragrance, filling my lungs with the aromatic air that surrounded us. I was disappointed when a pair of hands clapped and Sylvia broke the kiss and returned to her mirror posture of my position. We continued to stare into each other's eyes for a long time as the two men and one woman sipped their champagne and made small talk. I heard whispering, nothing that I could understand. My eyes were still transfixed on the beauty of Sylvia's face when Mark approached us. He came down close and ran his hands over both Sylvia's and my back. He slid his fingers between my asscheeks and then returned them to my shoulders. I suspected that the same was done to Sylvia. Mark then kneeled beside us. He took two breasts, one of mine and one of Sylvia's, in his hand and squeezed them gently. He bounced them as if testing them for proper weight. His touch was not as much of a turn on for me as the touch that Sylvia had applied to my skin. My eyes stayed transfixed on Sylvia as his fingers roamed lower. The tips of his fingers found my bare mons and made small circles on the sensitive shaved skin of my female sex. He slipped lower, between my spread thighs, and rubbed my still open lower lips with his rough fingers. I almost twitched as he roughly pressed my exposed clit with his workmen's hands. I could tell he did not wear a suit to work. "Enough." It was Becky. She called Mark back to her side and told him she needed a little attention. Although I could not see, I knew that when he returned to her side his fingers found her sex instead of Sylvia's or mine. She was moaning and telling him how good it felt, her breath being sucked between her teeth like in an adult film. The sounds and the proximity of Sylvia were enough to excite me. My imagination was working overtime with the possibilities that were available. Was I to be used by any of these people? Would Sylvia and I be able to consummate what had already been started with her caresses? Would I be able to please my Master? This last question was mute; I would do whatever was necessary to please Him. Sylvia was suddenly called back to Steve's side. The view of the action was now opened to my eyes. There sat Becky, her legs splayed wide apart with Mark's fingers delving between the reddened lips of her sex. She was thrashing about with her eyes closed as he pumped her clit and her hole. Both Master and Steve were watching with interest as she closed in on her orgasm. Her hips were gyrating up and down, her vocalizing was becoming louder and her body was tensing. Suddenly she let out a long, high-pitched scream and I could see her asshole pucker and her thighs twitch as she lost control of her sexual urges. She continued screaming and clinching her hands as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her stomach and cervix. Sweat was forming on her brow. Then, much quicker than it had begun, she suddenly stopped and her modesty took over. Becky sat up straight; she pulled her skirt down and pushed Mark's fingers from between her legs. Her face was still covered with sweat and her breathing still irregular, she was reverting to the modest person that she now appeared to be. I almost smiled as I understood what Mark wanted from her: Becky was to be his subordinate before the night was over. The Grandfather clock struck eleven chimes. * Master rose to his feet and invited Mark, Becky and Steve to accompany him. I followed their footsteps onto the different flooring throughout the house. They entered the dining room with the bamboo planking, then the hallway with the granite stone. Next I heard the key go into the lock on the door that was opened only on certain nights, the door that contained our play equipment. Master called this room his Dungeon. Sylvia and I looked at each other, her already aware of what was to transpire this evening, and we heard Becky gasp loudly as she entered into the room that all Masters maintained. It was only seconds before we heard her. "Mark, what are you doing? Mark, really honey, why are you doing this? Mark, I want to go home!" She would be indoctrinated into the world of the submissive beginning tonight. Then the door could be heard closing and Sylvia and I were left alone, her on her knees near the seat her Master had vacated, her position being maintained due to the wishes of her Master, me in the center of the room, my position also maintained by Master's wishes but also with the hard cuffs that physically restrained me. Ten minutes passed before Master and Steve returned to us. I was now released from my physical bonds. Two collars appeared and one was placed on Sylvia and the other on myself. We were then led through the house to the Dungeon. Sylvia entered first. Her Master led her in. I followed her and Master behind me. The sight that met us did not shock me. Becky was naked, tied to a cross, her arms spread above her head and her feet together, secured by a single tether that pulled her tight. She had a gag in her mouth and a clamp on each nipple. Her eyes looked about nervously and she pulled on her bonds helplessly. "Becky, I want you to understand, I need you to become like Sylvia and Carleen." It was Mark trying to explain to his mate what he wanted from her. She stared back at him with wide-pen eyes. She could hardly communicate but she seemed to be less than willing to accept her position. "We will now leave you with these two girls to prepare you for later." The three men then left to enjoy more champagne and small talk. Sylvia and I knew what was expected of us. Sylvia began by mixing a scented ointment and I gathered together the things we would need to apply it to her. We worked silently, knowing we were not released to converse with each other. I handed Sylvia a large natural sponge and took one myself, dipping them into the ointment and spreading it over the outstretched arms of our new sister. She moved her head back and forth between us, pleading with her eyes to be released. We continued our ministrations moving to her armpits and then to her nick. As we brushed her breasts her nipples hardened quickly and we moved down to her stomach. Becky had been given release from the sexual frustration both Sylvia and I were suffering. We washed her pubic area carefully and cleaned her of all remnants of her orgasm. She would understand after tonight the joy of denial of sexual gratification. I began to towel Becky dry as Sylvia finished washing her legs. She was mumbling through the gag and pleading with me to release her. I wanted to tell her to just enjoy herself but I was not released to speak. Instead I put a finger to my lips in a non-verbal form of communication and she began to softly cry. We then shaved all the body hair from Becky's body and again wiped her down with the ointment. The oil made her skin shine in the harsh lights of the Dungeon. Her nipples remained eraser hard as we stroked her armpits and crotch with the safety razor removing all remnants of the red hair that covered her privates. Once completed both Sylvia and I exited the room and walked to stand silently at the entrance to the living room, announcing silently to the men that Becky was ready to begin. The men took their time responding and five or six minutes passed before Steve said it was time to begin. We followed the men down the hallway and entered the Dungeon. Becky was inspected and Sylvia and I were congratulated on the cleanliness of our new sister. With one man holding each leg, Mark untied Becky's feet. A stretcher bar was moved in place and her ankles were now secured 36 inches apart. She was now on display for us as she had displayed herself under Mark's ministrations. "Becky, you will learn to please me tonight, you will learn to be like your two sisters here, submissive sexually to me." Mark tried to explain to the furious eyes of his mate. "You will learn to enjoy this state of our relationship and you will become completely mine." With that said, Master handed Mark a large dildo. Becky's eyes grew wider as she saw Mark place the huge cock between her legs. He moved it up until it barely made contact with her labia and then pressed a switch and the giant cock began to vibrate quietly. Sylvia was instructed to hold the dildo in place as the three men took seats and sipped their champagne. I was standing off to the side and watched the transformation of Becky from fury into sexual bliss in a matter of minutes. Sylvia could control the pressure of the vibrations against the other girl's vulva and she took full advantage of her power. She pressed it tight, and then pulled it back so it barely touched her thighs. I could hear the whimpering that escaped around Becky's gag. "You will not cum slut," Mark stated as her hips began to gyrate. "If you do, you will have to service Sylvia." Becky's eyes grew wider than I had seen them all night. She had a phobia for other women, this was for sure, but she would not be able to escape from having relations with both Sylvia and I this evening. This was for sure. I looked forward to having her between my stretched thighs soon. Sylvia increased the pressure of the vibrating rubber cock against the swollen clit protruding from Becky's cunt. It was only seconds after Mark had warned Becky that she convulsed in her second orgasm of the night. The grandfather clock struck twelve. * "Now you will receive your first punishment. This time it will not be painful; it will be deprecating but not painful. You will use your mouth to get Sylvia off." Mark delivered this little speech in a very quiet voice with his mouth near to Becky's ear. She remained still throughout, her eyes closed as she continued to enjoy the orgasmic release she had just experienced. Master moved to the side of the table and pushed a switch, lowering the entire table to within twelve inches of the floor. He then moved the wings on the table and Becky's head was supported by no more than 2 inches of wood under the back of her head. "Sylvia, sit on her face and make sure that she knows you are there." Steve moved to the table as he gave his instructions to his slave. Sylvia moved quickly, positioning her sex above the redheads face. Mark reached under Sylvia and removed the gag. Before she could make much noise, Sylvia lowered herself onto the woman's mouth and nose, grinding herself onto the unwilling participant. She pressed herself hard onto Becky wishing for an immediate release of her own sexual energy. "Lick her, put your tongue inside her!" Mark was giving instructions to his little slut. "Suck her good and if she cums quick, you will not be further punished, but if it takes too long, you will feel pain." This seemed to motivate the phobic woman and she began to minister to Sylvia's needs. I watched as Becky's tongue rode the slit between Sylvia's legs, searching for the clit she knew was there. The inexperience of the new slut was the only thing stopping her from bringing Sylvia off. Steve waited twenty minutes or more before giving Sylvia permission to cum and she became like a wild animal, seeking release by any means possible, rubbing herself up and down the face of the slut between her legs. Her body was covered in sweat and she was so close to orgasm. It was only three or four minutes before I saw Sylvia's stomach start to undulate and then she spewed forth with an amount of pussy juice I had never before seen, cumming almost like a man but with a more liquid type fluid. The juice ran all over Becky, in her mouth, up her nose, in her eyes and hair. She looked as if she had just had a shower. I was now in a heightened state of arousal, having been forced to watch the two women having sex and then being privy to the way that Sylvia came all over her partner. I would have to ask her about that later and hopefully have the chance to experience her cumming all over my own face. But it was now back to the training session. Her Master immediately removed Sylvia and Becky was again gagged. Her hands were released and she was moved to a padded sawhorse. She was bent over the tool and her hands were secured to the spreader bar that also secured her ankles. She was now vulnerable, her ass high in the air, her legs still spread with her asshole and pussy exposed to all our view. "You need to forget your fears and do as I tell you." Mark was now explaining the rules to Becky. "I will go easy this time, but remember these words because you will be asked to please me in ways that will cause you to feel fear again." With that he moved behind her. Master handed him a paddle, one that I had become very familiar with, one that left bright red marks that would last for days on my cheeks. Becky thrashed wildly with the first contact of the paddle to her ass. She tried as best she could to get away from the swinging paddle but it was impossible. She suffered through twenty smacks before Mark stopped and handed the device back to Master. Her ass and upper thighs glowed red from the punishment, the redness further framing her exposed sex and revealing the fact that she remained excited. Her cunt lips were still spread to the point that we could see inside her hole. Grandfather Clock Steve whispered into Mark's ear and then moved behind the tethered girl. He slid his hand up and down her ass crack, dragging his fingers over and through her sex. She moaned through her pain and then jumped in surprise when Steve open-handedly slapped her still throbbing ass. The three men laughed at the discomfort. Tears rolled down Becky's cheeks but I felt no sympathy for her, she would be better off when the training was done. "Clean her up." Master put his hand on my ass as he and his two friends again left Becky in Sylvia and my care. The Grandfather clock struck the second quarter hour since midnight. * This time we were careful while we washed down the abused woman, knowing from experience the pain she was now suffering. We stroked her paddled ass and thighs gently with the scented oil. She whimpered gently and then finally stopped. We were not sure if she had gone to sleep or was just resting. We unhooked her wrists from the spreader bar and moved her to her next station. She was placed in front of a padded table then bent at the hips. Her wrists were secured to the table and the spreader bar secured to the tables legs. Her head dangled off the edge of the table and drooped down toward the floor. The men entered 30 minutes after they had left. Sylvia and I were both kneeling when they entered. We were summoned to the sides of our Masters as Mark went to his slave. "You will show both Steve and Michael how good you are at giving head. Again, you need to perform to a high standard to escape physical punishment. But first, I want you to understand your position and for that, I want you to look at this." He held before her a three inch diameter butt plug, her eyes grew wide and she shook her head fro side to side. "Yes, you will learn to enjoy this because it is your toy, your favorite toy." I remembered back to my initiation when my Master had given me my favorite toy. It was a set of anal beads, ¾ inches in diameter, they were very uncomfortable at first but now they were common place and I had the set that were given to me on my initiation inside me tonight. This brought a smile to my face and unfortunately Master saw it. "In the chair!" he ordered me with force. I moved quickly into the chair that was used for my punishment. My torso laid back in a kind of C shape while chains suspended from the ceiling held my legs. Master moved to me and grabbed me by my hair. He pulled my hair until I was looking directly into his eyes. "You get pleasure from seeing another slave disciplined? For that you get ten lashes!" His eyes were on fire. I watched him raise the whip and bring it down on my inner thighs. The burning came immediately and tears welled up in my eyes. I stayed still; I did not jump or scream, I took my punishment as he saw fit to punish me. Two. Three. I could see the welts form from where the leather straps cut into my delicate skin. Four. Five. Then one of the straps struck across the swollen lips of my pussy and I let the tears flow. I could feel the desire build quickly and my legs involuntarily spread even wider and wished for more contact. Seven. The heat built quickly. Eight. I knew I would soon be over the edge; I just needed to contain my excitement for two more strokes. Nine. Finally, I could suppress my excitement for one more stroke of the whip. Small droplets of blood were now forming on some of the more forceful strokes. Ten. My legs were trembling but I was containing my sexual excitement. Master stood over me and stroked the thin leather straps up and down my reddened and bloodied thighs. He had been careful this time, only striking my sex once. He bent down and kissed my forehead, whispering to me that he loved me. I let the tears roll over my cheeks for another minute before raising my face to him and waiting to hear his next command. "Get up and resume your position." I stood quickly and felt the thin streams of blood slowly slide down my thighs. I could still feel the warmth of my sex over the pain in my thighs. I was trembling in an attempt to contain my orgasm. I could not cum without permission and I knew that I was strong enough to wait until I was given permission. Everyone's eyes were on me. They also knew, they understood that a good submissive would become excited from her punishment. They knew that the small slices left on my inner thighs did not hurt me, the streaks of blood were how I controlled the orgasm. I looked into Becky's eyes and they were filled with fear. She now understood how far her Master would go for her obedience. I could see the questions brimming from within her. How could anyone suffer the indignation and still love the man who did it to her? She would learn and she would learn the lesson tonight. "Now that that is over," Mark was standing behind Becky, "we can continue." He spread Becky's butt cheeks apart and put a dollop of grease on her tight sphincter. She clenched her thighs but it did no good. Her Master pushed the hard plug past her muscle in one quick movement. I saw her struggle against her bonds briefly but she knew it was for naught. "Quiet now," she was told as Mark removed her gag. Her head hung limply and she only cooed a little. "Who wants to try her out first?" Mark asked Master and Steve. Master waved me to his side and he took a position at the head of the table. I moved quickly, unzipping his fly and pulling his tool from inside his pants. I used my hand and he quickly reacted to the touch, his cock growing to it's full 9 inches in just seconds. I grabbed Becky's hair and held her head for Master to insert his hardness into her mouth. She took it without feeling. This was not what Mark wanted and he let her know by slapping her ass with his hand. She whimpered and began to perform fellatio on Master. I stayed on my knees beside him, watching as this new slut was allowed to service my Master. I watched as she gave him pleasure. I wished that it was my mouth he was in, my teeth that were grating over his sensitive harness, my throat that would receive his gift. Master's hips began moving back and forth with his need. Becky was swallowing him, taking him into her throat as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her. She was gagging and choking but Master kept up his pace. She began to use her tongue and teeth, coaxing his ball juice to erupt. I maintained pressure on her head and jealously accepted the fact when Master erupted into her throat. She swallowed all that Master gave her. We moved off quickly and were replaced by Steve and Sylvia. Sylvia performed the same motions I had, removing her Master's sex and holding the new slut by the hair as her Master used her mouth for his gratification. Tears were falling from Becky's cheeks by the time Steve finished with her. She had received four slaps to her already reddened ass for not performing as well as Mark thought she could. She was now at her lowest point of the evening and everyone who was there knew it. The drill was always the same. Becky was released and Mark helped her toward a chair. He took a seat and put her on her knees in front of him. She moved instinctively, her hand grasping for her Master's hardness, pulling it from its confines and engulfing it with her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, her throat now accustomed to being probed by male hardness. She moved herself up to be able to take him deeper. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair and his cock down her throat. She no longer gagged but relished with the idea that she could deep throat her Master in a way that pleased him. Mark came deep in Becky's throat and she kept him there until his body stopped its spasms. She did not release him until he pulled her by her hair from his now soft cock. She slid to her knees between his legs and lowered her eyes, as any good submissive should. "It is now break time," said Mark to no one in particular, "we'll be back in a few minutes." The three men began to leave. "You have permission to speak, all of you." Master said as he pulled the door closed. The grandfather clock struck twice. * "How much more?" Becky asked as soon as the men were gone. "You will be done when you are completely submissive," I said to her as I began to mix more ointment. I wanted some for my own thighs as well as for Becky. Sylvia pushed me onto my back and began to rub my thighs with the ointment first. She was skilled, her touch gentle and loving. I felt my wanting for her grow immediately. "Take care of Becky," I told her before I became too excited. "I can do this myself, she needs help." I watched as I cleaned myself, I watched the thin Asian take care of the beaten and abused redhead who was still not done for the evening. We took down some ointments that would dull the pain that Becky felt on her ass and thighs and rubbed it in carefully. She was grateful and thanked us. "What is next?" she asked of us both. We knew we were not to discuss the process and just replied with our eyes. "But I'm scared they will hurt me," she implored of us. We calmed her, telling her that she was not there to be hurt, punished maybe but nothing that would really hurt her. She stared at my thighs and began to sob. "They will not do this to you, you're not ready for that type of punishment yet," I told her even though it was against the rules to say something like this to a new slave. We finished up and then told Becky we had to secure her again before the men returned. "Take the plug out, please," she implored of us while knowing we could not. We again tied her, this time to a sex swing that was suspended from the ceiling. We positioned her body so her ass and pussy were both accessible but the cloth that made up the seat supported her body. She seemed to relax a bit before the men returned. The Grandfather clock struck the first quarter hour and the door immediately opened. Sylvia and I were on our knees near Becky's head. The three men came in and took seats with a view of Becky's displayed sex organs. Mark reached between her legs and gently tugged on the large plug stuck in her ass. His action caused the swing to move and he began a push and pull motion on the plug causing her to feel it being pulled and pushed in and out of her anus. "Plea..." she began before being cut off by Mark. "Did I tell you to speak?" he asked of her. She shook her head back and forth and showed a very frightened look on her face. Mark continued as the men commented on the size of the plug. They actually said that maybe it was too small for her, that it was not big enough for her to realize that it was for her pleasure. Mark commented that maybe she needed some cock instead of a plug. After this he pushed hard and quickly pulled the plug from its confines in her asshole. Becky gasped as the pressure on her anus was suddenly released. She exhaled deeply and both Sylvia and I could tell that there was some sexual excitement from the plug being released. "Steve, I think you have first take on this," Mark calmly stated. Becky quickly realized what was about to happen and began to squirm slightly in her swing. She knew now that she could not blatantly fight what was going to happen and quickly resigned to being violated by the three men. Sylvia moved with her Master to a position between Becky's legs. She performed the same actions she had when Becky took the men's sexes into her mouth. She also put a dollop of grease on the tight sphincter of the new slave girl. She held her Master so he could enter into Becky's backside and then sat back and watched as her Master took pleasure with another slave. Becky became excited quickly. She could not sit still with a cock up her ass and her hips began a slow gyration within seconds of being impaled. Her movements quickened rapidly and Mark cautioned her that she was not to cum without his permission, which would come when he wanted. Sweat broke out on her brow and from where I was kneeling I could see her clit become engorged with blood and extend from the sleeve that usually covered it. She was breathing deeply and trying to control herself. I could tell that she would not make it to her Master without some pain being inflicted. Mark also recognized her excitation and moved to her side. He held two large and powerful nipple clips in his hand. He slowly attached each one to Becky's nipples as she screamed with the crushing of her inflamed nipples. Steve finished and I accompanied my Master to fill the position between Becky's splayed legs. I held Master and rubbed him until his cock became engorged with blood, then I pointed his head at her distended sphincter. I put another dollop of grease on her asshole and pushed it inside her with my fingers, allowing them to enter her loosened hole to the second knuckle. Master entered her in one push and she strained at her bonds once again. Master did her with no mercy. He pounded her ass hard, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of her as I cupped his balls and stroked a greased finger over his asshole. I knew he enjoyed this immensely and that it made him cum quickly. After two minutes he was dumping his load deep within her bowels and I wondered why I had helped her. I cleaned my Master's cock with a towel and ointment as Mark moved in to abuse his submissive slave. Mark made Becky suck him for a minute before he positioned himself to assault her butt hole. She waited for the pain with her eyes closed. Mark positioned himself and then stopped, reaching for the two nipple clips. As he released Becky's hardened nipples he pushed in the same motion and entered her bowels without the help of more grease. She screamed louder than I had ever heard anyone scream and her eyes flew open. Her body convulsed and she threw herself at her Master. "Cum," Mark spoke softly and we watched as Becky did as she was told. Her stomach muscles cramped and her asshole and pussy convulsed over the hard cock that was embedded inside her. She continued to strain and roll and gyrate for a full two minutes in complete orgasm. Mark stayed still while he glowed in her fulfilling release. When she was done he told her that she was to make him dump his load into her and she began to move her hips, legs and stomach in a coordinated motion that within three or four minutes milked the seed from her Master's body. Mark stood and moved to Becky's head. She understood and opened her mouth allowing her Master to insert himself between her lips. We all looked on as she used her mouth to clean the globs of cum from his shaft and balls. "Just a few more trials," Mark whispered to his slut, "Just a few more things to prove to me your subordination and complete submission." He pulled himself from her mouth and tucked himself into his pants before returning to his seat with the other two men. They sat and commented on her training for a few minutes. There was talk of her being displayed the following weekend to a group of friends. She was called a slut and a whore and a cum dump by all three men. She did not realize the praise she was being given being talked about in such a way. Mark stood and grabbed the plug once again, making sure that Becky saw what he had in his hand before again emplacing it between her ass cheeks. The men then all stood and gave Sylvia and I orders to clean her up once again before leaving the room. The Grandfather clock struck three chimes. * Sylvia and I both knew that the next phase would be the hardest for Becky. She would now be completely humiliated and it would all be captured on camera for display to anyone her Master wished to show his slut's complete humiliation. Mine had been played at a New Years Eve party in front of more than twenty-five couples, some of whom knew my status and others that had no idea. Becky would be likewise humiliated. We cleaned her all up and put some ointment around her stretched anus. She was grateful and thanked us both for helping her to cope with the humility she was being subjected to. We both held our tongues as the time slipped by. We did not tie Becky up or restrain her in any way this time. When the Grandfather clock struck the quarter hour Becky was still unfettered and surprised that the three men entered the room. They all approached her and Master and Steve grasped her by her arms and lifted her to her feet. "You have been good so far tonight," her Master Mark stated, "and now it is time you showed me how you can control yourself." Her eyes looked dumbfounded. What was it he was asking her to do? What is she in for now? Master waved his hand I was dispatched to bring the Sybian to the room. Sybian is a dildo that a girl can sit upon and it will thrust and turn inside her as it vibrates. It is shaped like a horse saddle and can bring a woman from no sexual excitement to complete orgasm in just one minute. The machine was placed on the floor and Becky was told to mount it before it was turned on. The rules were explained to her. She was to keep herself impaled upon the machine but was not to orgasm until the Grandfather clock struck the second quarter hour. I felt that this was a little tame as I had been forced to suffer a complete forty-five minutes on the machine the night of my initiation, but I was not allowed to interject. The camera was placed just a few feet from where the Sybian was on the floor and a new tape was inserted. The camera was connected to the large screen television that Becky would be able to see from her position on the machine. It was turned on and focused by Master. Other items of pain and pleasure were given to Becky for her use in controlling her orgasm. She was given nipple clips, skin clamps and a larger butt plug than that which was already impaling her. Her new Master told her that he was confident she could do this. Her Master reached up and gently kissed her forehead as he switched the machine on. Becky jumped and squealed immediately. She began gyrating her hips trying to keep from enjoying the mechanical implement so much. She was fully excited in just seconds. She grabbed a hold of two smaller nipple clamps and put them on quickly. She did let out low moans as the clip bit into her tender flesh. She was trying to keep the machine from vibrating against her swollen clit but it was impossible. She reached down and took hold of one medium sized clamp and reached between her legs. We all looked on as she spread her lips wide apart and moved the opened clamp toward her engorged pleasure peak. Her scream was muffled as the pressure from the clamp forced the blood to flow backward toward her stomach as it crushed the nerve ending filled nub that usually brought nothing but pleasure to a woman. Tears streamed down her face and cheeks as she endured the ride that would have been so enjoyable if she was permitted to enjoy it. She squirmed and moved up and down on the leather cock that was twisting and turning and pumping into her well-used cunt. She could feel the pumping motion expanding her sex and pushing her cervix further up into her stomach. The first quarter hour sounded and she knew she had just fifteen minutes to go. Her clit was again filling with blood against the pressure of the clamp that she had put on it. She knew she would have to place a stronger clip over her sensitive nub if she was to last until she was permitted to cum. She began with skin clamps around her sensitive lips. She placed them all around her cunt and prayed that they would be enough. Next were stronger clamps on her nipples, and then she broke down and replaced the medium sized butt plug with the monster she had been given. It was painful to watch her slip the oversized plug into her bowels. With two minutes left she knew she could not hold out without doing more. The pain and pleasure were now intermingled; they represented the same thing, sexual excitement. Grandfather Clock Becky held the largest and strongest clip that Master and I had in our Dungeon. She reached between her legs and spread the lips wide. She grasped the smaller clip already attached to her nub and pulled it quickly from it's place and immediately snapped the stronger one in place. She screamed and tears fell from her face. Her juices had soaked the Sybian by now and her tears added their wetness to the leather contraption. She bucked and rose and fell and swayed on the hard leather cock that was tormenting her. The Grandfather clock suddenly chimed and Becky heard it. She unclamped her clit and slammed herself down hard on the Sybian. She let loose and her cum began to run down the sides of the saddle onto the hard wooden floor. She screamed and gyrated and cussed and called out for her "Master". Mark turned the machine off before she had fulfilled her bliss but she continued to rub herself all over the leather. We watched as she fell sideways, her mutilated sex split wide open, red and raw from the beating it had just taken from the mechanical device, her ass split by the enormous butt plug still impaling her bowels. Becky continued to breathe irregularly and deeply for five minutes. Her hands were down on her sex, holding herself tightly and caressing her swollen parts. Her lips were so engorged with blood they appeared to have lipstick on them. Mark got down on his knees and cradled her gently in his arms. She wept into his chest. Master and Steve called Sylvia and I to leave the room. The Grandfather clock struck four chimes. * We went to the living room and both slaves were instructed to lie on the floor on our backs with our knees in the air. The two Masters sat in chairs that gave them views of both girls spread before them. They sipped champagne as we waited. One-quarter hour chimed, then the second. Finally, the new Master and slave entered the room. She was cleaned up but her skin still showed signs of the clamps she had used to try to stave off the orgasm she could not stop. He breasts were red and raw, her nether lips were the same. Her clit was encased but I am sure it would be red and raw if it could have been examined. She was told to join the other two slaves. A redhead, a Latina, and an Asian lay side-by-side, naked and spread, before three men who held the keys to each heart. We would do anything to please our Masters and they understood this. They understood the power they held over us. They would not ask us to do anything that we would not be willing to do. That was the secret to their power. Becky was told to climb between my legs and pleasure me. Sylvia was told to straddle my face. The Grandfather clock struck five chimes. I was in heaven. We teased each other for forty-five minutes before we were told we could cum. I sprayed my juices all over Becky; in her mouth, over her face and in her hair. Sylvia did the same to me. I savored her juices, rolling them around my tongue and enjoying the consistency and flavor until it mixed with my own saliva. I finally swallowed her gift to me. We stayed in the daisy chain for another ten minutes before we were called to service our Masters. We switched, going from one Master to another. I had three cocks in my mouth at different times. When we were given our rewards we each had our Masters members in our mouths. I tasted my Masters reward. I held it in my mouth for minutes, savoring it's taste and texture before swallowing it and adding it to the multitude of loads that I had taken in the past. I stayed there on my knees with my head in my Masters lap, his cock soft against my cheek. The Grandfather clock struck six chimes. Sylvia, Becky and I were dispatched to shower and prepare for the day. We soaped each other up and then scrubbed each other with the rough facecloths. We rinsed one another and then dappled the water form each other's bodies with the towels. Sylvia and I tended to Becky's wounds. She was anointed with salve and massaged to relax her muscles. Her abused cunt and ass were given special treatments of ointment and topical drugs so she would recover quickly. Both girls then turned their attention to my still tender inner thighs. They were anointed and massaged, the topical solution removing any pain that may have still been present. Sylvia had brought clothing appropriate for a slave but Becky was not prepared. I lent her a short plaid skirt and a thin white button down shirt with only two buttons. We laughed as we looked at each other. I was dressed in a short maids outfit, Sylvia in a similar outfit and Becky in the schoolgirl outfit that designates a new submissive still in her learning stage. We fixed each other's hair, appraised each other's makeup, spoke of the qualities we admired in each other and then rejoined our Masters. The day was like any other. We cooked and cleaned together. We had to rearrange the Dungeon as it had been before we started the evening. Becky took care with the implements she had been introduced to the evening before and asked questions of the implements she still had to learn. That night we knew that we would again enter this room to please our Masters. Becky would have an easy night tonight, but Sylvia and myself would be expected to do a little more. When we were done we returned to the Living room. Master was the only one still there. He was watching the video of Becky's submission. He released us to get some sleep. As I lay down with the other two slaves I had shared Masters with, I heard the familiar chimes and counted to nine before they stopped.