7 comments/ 59876 views/ 11 favorites Taken By Tiffany By: Autarchic4Ever The original conversations between my new roommate and me on the topic of sex were pretty much the standard girl talk. We were both into guys though we had both experimented with bisexual behavior in college. Neither of us considered ourselves "bi;" as if that word in itself had some negative connotation. No, we were just exploring our sexuality a time in our lives when such exploration was not all together uncommon. In my case it was with a roommate in my junior year. In her case it was with a few friends during the two years she spent in college. We were both open and frank about the things that turned us on, and the things that turned us off. It was great to have female confidant again. I should state from the beginning that both Tiffany and I are about the same age. I'm 25, five feet five inches tall, with dark red hair that trails to just below shoulder level. I do have the matching green eyes to accentuate the red hair, though I was MOSTLY spared the freckles that accompany girls like me of Irish descent. I would describe my features as attractive. I have a 34C cup size with a 22" waist and 36" hips. I work out and keep myself in pretty good shape, so my 125 pounds are well carried. Tiffany is 23 years old and slightly smaller; barely five foot two with shoulder length blonde hair and mischievous steel blue eyes. She also is a 34C, but since she is barely 105 pounds her breasts seem comparatively larger. We met through work. I'm an office manager for a large marketing company and she works in the accounting department. I enjoy my privacy, so when times were better I rented a small two bedroom home with a fenced yard and a privacy fence. When the economy tightened up, I couldn't get any more overtime. Since my boyfriend and I had split up months earlier, I began looking for a roommate to help out with the bills. Tiffany, as it turns out, was looking for a place so I invited her to move in with me. We agreed to share expenses, and ended up sharing more; much more. About two weeks after she moved in, I had a date come to the house. It was a guy I'd gone out with a couple of times and had a certain attraction to, though it was certainly not a major love connection. We ended up having sex in my room. It wasn't the most earth shattering experience of my life, but it was okay. He left immediately afterward, since he had to get up in the morning. He told me not to get up, which was good because I really didn't want to. I was actually lying in my bed with a towel between my legs when Tiffany walked into the room. "Hey, Nic," she said when she walked in. I was under the covers, so even though I was naked I didn't think anything of it. True, the guy and I had been having sex, but it wasn't like Mom walked in on us. Tiffany was in a good mood. "Talk about just cumming and going huh? That's got to be frustrating." I was a little embarrassed by the comment. She had obviously been listening. When my eyes met hers it was clear to me that she knew I hadn't actually achieved orgasm, and that my date hadn't made that a particular goal of his. I didn't know that to say, but as it turns out I didn't have to say anything. Tiffany leaned down and kissed me, then slowly pulled the blanket back to expose my nakedness. I should have protested, but I didn't. I was a little shocked when she pulled the towel away, but I barely had time to think before she moved my legs apart and began to lick my hot flesh. I knew it had to be sticky with cum but Tiffany let out a contented, "Mmmmmm. I love cum, don't you? I was too aroused to lie, so I agreed. After a few moments of some extremely talented tongue work she kissed me again and gave me a taste of my own cum sodden pussy. It felt incredibly erotic. She then returned between my legs and once again explored my pussy and clit with her tongue. I came in three minutes. There was no faking it this time. I came so hard I thought I was going to explode. Tiffany just kissed me and said, "Goodnight, Pet." It was the first time she'd called me something other than Nic, or Nikky. She never called me Nicole. My face was flushed after the climax and I asked her, "Don't you want me to repay you? She smiled in her somewhat mischievous way and said, "Later, Pet." "Later" came the next evening. I was in my room doing some work on my computer when she brought a date home. I think she was intentionally loud, because I heard everything. I finally had to shut off the computer, slide out of my panties and reach up under my nightshirt to rub myself. She was obviously riding his dick like a bull rider. I seriously worried that they were going to break the bed. I came just from listening to them and slowly rubbing my engorged clit. I knew Tiffany was putting on a show for my benefit. When she said to him, "Wait right here," I knew she was coming in to my room. Sure enough, she stepped out of her room, turned right, and walked into my room with her right hand pressed between her legs. "Take the shirt off and get on your knees," she said. As hot as I was, I couldn't refuse. I slid out of bed, pulled the shirt off and before I gave any thought as to why I was obeying her I was on my knees with my rump on my heels. Tiffany straddled my face, lightly gripped my hair and pressed her cum filled pussy to my mouth. Of course, I lapped it up as eagerly as she had licked me. It was the first time I had tasted another woman's pussy since college. I reached my hands up to her hips but she commanded, "No, put your hands behind your back!" I hesitated and she added, "It's sexier that way." I never thought about how incriminating it could have been to have had a picture snapped just then. All I thought about was licking the cum out of Tiffany's pussy, and making her cum in the process. I slid my tongue over her clit and felt her body respond with a shudder. Back I went to slide my tongue as deep inside her as I could, and then to drag it along her opening to the top and over her clit. Each time I repeated the action I got a stronger response until at last Tiffany came again. I kept my mouth against her as she gripped my hair and moaned, "Drink it, Pet." I certainly had no intention of stopping. We were jarred back to reality by a voice from the doorway. "That's sexy as hell," her date said. Tiffany backed away from me and said, "Don't move." I have no clue why I didn't get back into bed, but I didn't. I stayed just as I was. She said goodbye to her date and more or less shoved him out the door, then returned to the bedroom. I could see her face light up when she saw I was still in the same position. She knew right then that she was in control, even if I didn't. Something about the way she spoke to me brought out a submissive side to me that I didn't even know I had. She ran her fingers gently through my hair and said softly, "I'll just be a moment." With that she was gone. I got up off my heels because my feet were going to sleep and I waited. I didn't have long to wait. She returned a moment later wearing a loosely tied robe. Our eyes met as Tiffany knelt down on her knees. She put her arms around me and asked, "Do you trust me, Pet?" Her face was inches from mine. I could feel the moisture on my upper thighs and we both knew I was incredibly turned on. "Yes, Tiffany. I trust you," I told her. I was a bit nervous as to what was about to happen, but not nervous enough to stop it. She took something out of the pocket of her robe put her arms back around me. I felt her putting a set of Velcro cuffs on my wrists. I felt a shiver of fear and apprehension as well as the excitement of anticipation. "Stand up, Pet," she said. Standing up with my hands cuffed behind my back wasn't the easiest thing to do, but she slipped her hands under my arms and lifted, which helped. She pressed against me and backed me up until my legs were against the bed. I could feel the bulging of a strap on pressing into me on the other side of the robe. I've never been a big fan of toys, but now Tiffany was about to fuck me with one. Her hands went to my shoulders and she helped me lay down. She followed immediately, pushing my legs apart with her knees and entering me before I had any chance to change my mind. As if I would. I let out a soft moan as I felt the jellied dong slide into me. Tiffany was above me, missionary style. Her hands were on either side of me and my green eyes were locked on to her steel blues. There wasn't any heistaion as she entered me and pushed the strap on into my wet confines. She claimed me with long, slow strokes. The veins of the simulated dick rubbed against my inner walls, sending jolts of ecstasy as she moved. The combination of the cuffs and the strap on were enough to send me over the top quickly. Tiffany leaned in and kissed me as my body climaxed against hers. I let out a somewhat guttural cry and pumped my hips wildly as the passion reached its peak. Tiffany stopped and held the dong completely inside me until my orgasm subsided. Then she began again. We were on one side of the bed and I never even noticed when she dragged the other pillow against my hip. All I could think about was the erotic nature of what was going on. I was handcuffed and was being fucked by a smaller, younger girl who seemed to be slowly tightening her control over me. I didn't want it to stop. Tiffany brought me to the edge of climax, and then pulled out. She waited for a moment and then rubbed the artificial veins of the dong over my clit until I nearly came, and then stopped. After reinserting for the fourth time she finally let me cum. I've never been one to squirt and I guess by most standards I didn't, but it was the hardest, wettest climax of my life. I felt her breasts against mine; her body pressed against me as she leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue sought out and tasted my tongue to make sure it was cool. "Do you trust me, Pet?" Her voice was soft, and yet had a bit of a hard edge to it. I could feel the warmth of my face and I knew it was flushed. My body seemed wet with a think sheen of perspiration. I knew that Tiffany had planned this all along. "Yes, I trust you," I answered. I looked up into her eyes. I had never considered myself submissive before, but there was no other way to describe me now. "Call me Mistress," she said. "Yes, I trust you, Mistress," I repeated. I hadn't thought much about the implication of the words, only that she was leading and I was following. She smiled and said, "Good, Pet." Her hands slid to my left leg which was closest to the edge of the bed. She lifted that leg up and slowly rolled me over onto my stomach. My hips were on the pillow. I felt her sit back on the bed. Her knees held my legs apart. I knew she was doing something, but I wasn't sure what. As she leaned back down, I felt the cool sensation of jellied lubricant against my puckered opening. Before I could protest, Tiffany added her weight to the strap on and it pushed into my ass. "Owww! No! Get it out!" I cried out. I was NOT into anal at ALL. I started to say something else when I felt a stinging slap against my right buttock. "Behave!" Tiffany said. She lowered her body over mine and put her weight on me as she slid the dong into my virgin ass. I tensed; she spanked. I reacted; she pushed. Her hands went to my shoulders and she whispered, "Relax, Pet. This will feel good soon." I should have cussed her out and tried to throw her off me, but there I was whimpering, "But it hurts." Her voice was in my ear, soothing. "Shhhhhhhh. Just relax, Pet." The pain of the intrusion began to wane as my anal muscles adjusted to the rude intrusion. Her hands on my shoulders held me down as she began to slowly move that strap on in my formerly virgin ass. I held my legs wide and tried to relax, since I knew Tiffany was going to fuck me up the ass whether I liked it or not. The lube made the dong slide back and forth in my ass without too much difficulty. It took me a while to get to where it didn't feel like the dong was ripping tissue with every moment, but in time my moans of pain faded and my moans of pleasure increased. The sensation of being totally filled and stretched by the strap on dong was definitely unique. After a few moments I felt her left hand slide under me and begin to rub my clit. Tiffany spoke slowly, and in a very authoritarian tone. "I want you to say, 'Fuck me, Mistress. " She was in total control and she knew it. I could feel my wetness slicking her fingertips. "Fuck me, Mistress," I moaned. Her right hand moved to my hair. Slender fingers gripped a generous handful of my crimson mane and she pulled my head back. "Harder, Mistress," she commanded. I let out a small whimper and complied. "Harder, Mistress." I said to her. She began to pump into my ass harder now, bringing a whimper with each hard thrust. My ass stung from being spanked, and I knew I had several hand prints burned into my otherwise creamy flesh. Her fingertips gently massaged my clit even though nothing else was about what she was doing with me was gentle. She was absolutely DRILLING me with the strap on. I don't know exactly how long it went on. It seemed like hours, though I'm sure it was probably less than 45 minutes. When I came, I came even harder than before. I wasn't sure if I gushed some or if I peed, but I soaked the pillow. When it ended, I lay on my stomach gasping as my ass throbbed. She slid out of me slowly, uncuffed my hands and went to get me a warm towel to clean up with. She was very gentle as she washed me, telling me what a good job I did and what a wonderful pet I was going to be. We both knew this wasn't a onetime thing. We both knew that from this moment on, she was the Mistress and I was the Pet. I rubbed my arms to get the circulation back into them as I lay on my throbbing, burning ass. "Sleep in my bed, Pet?" It was a question, but her questions now seemed like commands. "Yes, Mistress," I answered. I slid out of bed and walked back to her room without putting the sleep shirt on. I knew I would be sleeping naked from here on out. Taken By Tiffany Ch. 02 In part one I revealed how the relationship with my current mistress went from co-workers, to friends and roommates, to finally a point where my submission is solidified. Part 2 describes how that relationship moved into the next phase, and how I received my collar. It's hard for me to say exactly when I became submissive to Tiffany, because it seemed to be a gradual transition. It started with subtle commands that took the place of requests, and continued until she was calling me "Pet" and I was calling her "Mistress." All of this took place at home, of course. For obvious reasons we kept it out of the workplace or as Tiffany called it, the "vanilla world." With both of our incomes we were very financially stable, but neither of us made enough money to live very well without the second income. So even though I felt myself slipping tighter and tighter under her control at home, it never impacted the work place. That is, of course, until the day she followed me into the ladies room. I was wearing a business appropriate dress that was hemmed at the knees. Tiffany waited just inside the door while I relieved my bladder and washed my hands. She moved behind me at the sink and stood there for a moment, looking at my reflection as I looked at hers. "Take your panties off, Pet," she said. It wasn't a question, but a command. I froze. "But... we're at work," I stammered back in response. The dress was long enough that I could probably get away with it, but I knew I would be self conscious the rest of the day. "Relax, Pet," she told me. "I'll give you something to wear." I let out a sigh of relief. I had done two things wrong. One, I didn't call her "Mistress." Two, I hesitated from a direct order. I didn't know at the time, but I would pay for both later. I reached up under my dress and slid out of my panties, then handed them to her without turning around. Something about the way she was looking at me told me that she didn't want me to turn around or do anything else unless she told me to so. She put a hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward, then lifted my dress. "You may wear this!" With that she slapped my right ass cheek so hard it nearly made my eyes water. "And this!" She struck my other cheek equally hard and pulled me upright by my hair. "We'll discuss your lack of respect for me later," she said. With that she turned around and walked out, leaving me with no panties and two well defined hand prints on my ass that absolutely burned. I still had three hours to go, which meant sitting at my desk as if it was business as usual. Although Tiffany had spanked me during sex, I had never been spanked as punishment before. I knew it was going to happen that evening. I knew I could stop this any time I wanted to, but the deeper I got, the hotter it got. It was like I had unlocked a burning need to be dominated that I never knew I had. The work day was about an hour short of completion when my cell phone vibrated, indicating that I had a text message. My desk sits at the back of the office so I never have eyes peering over my shoulder unless someone walks up, so I wasn't worried about reading the text. It read, "Slide your finger into your pussy and taste yourself. - Mistress." I hesitated. There was no way I was going to do that, even if the chance of being caught was very low. Three minutes later the phone buzzed again. This time the message read, "I'm watching you. Do it." I glanced up immediately. Tiffany didn't work on this floor, but there she was; outside of the office looking in through the window glass. She was staring right at me. I looked around, hesitantly. The phone buzzed again. This time the message read, "Now, Pet!" I brought my left hand up and sucked on my finger for a moment. Then, looking to see that nobody was watching me, I lowered my hand beneath the desk. I used the heel of my hand to push the dress up and without hesitation I slid my finger into my pussy to the second knuckle. I was wetter than I thought I would be. There was an element of danger that turned me on almost as much as having Tiffany... or Mistress Tiffany as I referred to her now, command me to do it. I looked up at her through the window and slid my finger into my mouth. Nobody noticed me sucking on my finger. Their backs were to me and they were working. I wanted more, but it would have to wait. The next text message came five minutes later. It read simply, "Good job, Pet." I must have been beaming at this, because the boss walked by and said, "You're all smiles." I told him, "Thank you," but didn't elaborate as to why. If he only knew. The ride home was uncomfortably silent. Mistress drove, since she now drove everywhere. I attempted to start a conversation a couple of times, but my efforts were met with a simple, "Shhhh." She was either mad or disappointed with me. I began to feel guilty, thinking what I may have done wrong. I thought about my hesitation in obeying her, and figured that had to be the case. Twice today she had given me orders and had them not immediately obeyed. I began to think that maybe she was going to tell me I wasn't fit to be her sub. That thought sickened me. By the time we got home, I was a nervous wreck. When we walked through the door, Mistress finally spoke to me. "Take your clothes off, Pet," she said. "From now on, unless we have company, when you're in this house you are nude." I closed the door behind me and let out a sigh. "Yes, Mistress, of course," I said as I hurried out of my clothes. At least she wasn't walking away from me. There wasn't much to remove other than my dress and bra because she already had my panties in her purse. She waited until I was undressed and then pointed to the far corner of the room. "Corner," she said. "Now!" I went to the corner and stood with my nose to the crease. I was a little nervous about what was going to happen, but at least it wasn't going to be Mistress packing up and leaving me. I always hated standing in the corner when I was young, and it wasn't any better now. It made me feel like I was a naughty girl again, which of course was the point. When I had been there about ten minutes, Mistress came up behind me and said, "Give me your hands." Without moving from the corner, I reached them behind me. She secured them in the leather cuffs. Then I had to stand for another twenty minutes or so before she walked up behind me and reached up to grip me by the hair. "Get over here," she said. With that she led me by the hair and pulled me over to the sofa. She held my head down so I had to walk in a stoop. I knew what was coming when she sat down. She pulled me over her left leg, hooked her right leg over my legs and pushed me down with her left hand. I was now bent over her knee with my hands securely cuffed. She didn't hesitate. Her right hand slapped against the right side of my ass hard. This was punishment, so I wasn't going to get any warm up. I jumped and cried out, but I was held securely so that I barely moved. The next strike came immediately on my left side. I cried out each time I was struck. The punishment rained down on my ass and there was no escaping it. She held me immobile and spanked me again and again. I could feel the hand prints forming as my skin burned. I tried my best to take it, but I was crying by the tenth strike. The blows came about one per second, so there was no time to react and no time to prepare. By the time she finished, I was crying like a baby. She released me, stood me up, and walked my back to the corner by my hair. I could barely stand. I'd never felt anything that hurt as bad as that spanking did. I was later told that I had only received 60 strikes, but it sure seemed like more than that. "I don't know why you fight me," she said as she stood behind me. I was blubbering in the corner, but her words were very clear. "I give you a simple command and you disobey. You hesitate. You think that your will is stronger than mine. You think that you don't have to obey me. You'll never earn a collar that way." Her words stung almost as much as the spanking did. I wanted so much to be her sub and to wear her collar. I knew I hadn't earned it yet, but I hoped that someday soon I would. Other subs with their masters and mistresses wore their collars with pride. My neck was naked. I knew it was going to take a lot of work to earn it. I had just received my first spanking from Mistress Tiffany. There would be many, many more to follow. Over the course of the few weeks I began to get more comfortable allowing Mistress to control all aspects of my life. I had my paychecks direct deposited into a joint account that she controlled. At work we remained professional for the most part, and when we weren't we were careful. When we came home, I stripped at the door and remained naked unless we had company other than those we knew who shared our lifestyle. If another master or mistress came over I was to be completely subservient just as I was with my own mistress. My body was offered for their pleasure just as one might offer a cool beverage. I had absolutely no say about what services I would perform; whether it was oral sex, vaginal sex or anal sex. When Mistress had sex, I cleaned her with my mouth and tongue. I was her slave. I was her lover. I was her pet. When I displeased Mistress I was spanked. Usually the spankings were done by hand, but sometimes she used a belt. I knew she had other implements at the house, but she had never used them on me. I was still in training, and hadn't yet earned the right to experience such things. When she finally asked me if I would wear her collar, I was so happy I cried. Tears of joy streaked my face as I dropped to the floor and kissed her feet in gratitude. She explained that as part of the initiation I was going to receive the most severe spanking of my life. She told me I would be allowed to wear a choker at work, but as soon as I got into the car to go home the collar would replace the choker. She explained that I would be her property and that pleasure and pain were hers to dispense as she saw fit. I agreed eagerly. I had been longing for this day. Mistress asked when I would like to perform the collaring. "Can we do it now?" I asked. "Please, Mistress? I'm been waiting so long." Some subs waited for years to get their collar. It was at the discretion of the master, of course. I was overjoyed that I was offered the collar so quickly. I most assuredly wasn't going to wait any longer than I had to. I was tired of being the girl with the bare neck. "Are you sure you're ready, Pet?" she asked me. "There will be no safe word, and if I'm forced for whatever reason to stop, we'll have to start all over again." "Yes, please Mistress," I answered. I was excited and anxious to wear the collar. I knew that there would be a lot of pain before that happened, but I was willing to go through it. "Okay, Pet," Mistress said to me. "Lie over the sofa." She walked into the bedroom to get the things she was going to use on me while I draped myself over the back of the sofa. Our sofa has a very well padded back to it. We keep small chains attached to the legs in front at either end and to all three legs in back. Usually when I receive a punishment spanking my legs are together, but I'm always secured. Mistress returned and placed her items on the table in front of the sofa. They consisted of a thick leather belt, a riding crop with a flexible shaft and a small leather patch at the striking surface, a rattan cane, and a thick leather paddle with air holes in it. It looked positively brutal. I began to tremble in spite of all attempts to remain calm. I'd felt the leather belt before, but none of the other things. My skin was already sweating against the naugahyde sofa. Mistress very carefully attached the chains to my wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. After testing each to make sure they were locked into place, she walked over and picked up the leather belt. A moment later I felt it resting on my exposed ass. "I chose tonight because the neighbors have gone out for the evening," she said. "So you can yell if it makes you feel better. We have no need to use a ball gag. We both know it's going to hurt, and we both know that I'm going to continue to spank you." She lifted the belt off my ass and said, "Last chance to change your mind." "I won't change my mind, Mistress," I told her. "I've waited for this day for a long time." I no sooner got the words out than I felt a searing pain across my ass. The sound of the slap seemed to echo off the walls. I cried out in shock and pain. Again the belt slapped against my exposed flesh. It felt like a hot iron had been laid on my ass. I had experienced belt spankings before, but Mistress had never hit this hard. She put her hand on my back and continued to whip me with the belt. Every new strike brought a fresh and searing jolt of pain. I was help immobile by the chains as it continued. After twenty hard strikes, I was informed that I would be required to count the last ten. It was all I could do to choke out, "One; thank you, Mistress. Two; thank you, Mistress." I just knew my ass was bleeding. I could feel it running down my thighs. It wasn't, of course. I was feeling my own sweat running down my legs. This continued through number ten. It took me three attempts to get the words out. When she put the paddle down and picked up the crop, I thought to myself, One down, three to go. I can get through this. As it turned out, the crop was a lot less intense. Each time I heard the swish of the crop a new welt appeared, though they were only the size of a quarter. These were placed on the sides of my ass and on my upper thighs. I cried out each time the crop struck my body, but comparatively speaking it was not that bad. I actually found it kind of an erotic pain. Mistress then picked up the cane and whipped it through the air a few times, letting me here it whistle. I knew this was going to leave marks. I felt her push a finger into my pussy. An instant later, the cane whistled and struck me on my already dark red ass. "Slut!" she said to me. I cried out and was whimpering now after the cane burned a clear mark into my skin. "I'm beating your ass and you're WET?" I was. I knew I was. I started to say something to the effect of "I'm sorry, Mistress," but the cane whistled again and I screamed. She was swinging it as hard as she had swung the belt, but the cane was thinner. The marks from the cane would be deep and would last for days. I felt Mistress put her fingers under me and begin to gently rub my clit. "I can't believe you're wet, slut," she told me. The cane whistled again and seared across my ass. I knew that in response to the pain my body was releasing endorphins, and that the endorphins had the immediate effect of helping me to deal with what was happening. I knew, though, that I was going to be sore for days. "I want you to cum," she commanded. "And I'm going to beat your ass until you do." One thing I knew about Mistress. She meant what she said. Her fingers gently massaged my clit and every few seconds she lashed out with the cane. I had heard about girls cumming from being spanked but I didn't expect to be one of them. Her fingers on my clit helped, though. I soon came furiously. Spurred on by the endorphins and the painful humiliation, I had such a powerful orgasm I must have passed out. "You did well," Pet," Mistress told me when I opened my eyes. She unhooked me from the chains and reached out to help me off the sofa. My ass was on fire and every movement brought tears to my eyes. "Kneel down, Pet," she said. I nearly fell getting down, but I managed to kneel. A few moments later I felt the warmth of the leather collar encircling my neck. By now I was crying tears of joy. I kissed her feet and said, "Thank you, Mistress, thank you Mistress. I could tell she was satisfied. "Come, Pet," Mistress said to me. She pushed me forward, on to my hands and knees. As I started forward, I felt the harsh leather paddle slapping against my bottom, which I was sure must look like hamburger. I gasped but tried not to cry out. I had my collar now. I had to show that I was worthy. The crawl to the bedroom was accompanied by several more hard swats; one of which put me on my stomach in tears. Rather than tell me to get up, Mistress simply swatted me again until I forced myself to get up and complete the trip to the bedroom. "Knees, Pet," Mistress told me. I sat up on my knees and reached back to gently touch my burning rump. I could feel the marks from the cane and paddle most of all. I knew this was going to take a few days to heal. Fortunately, it was a Friday night. Maybe by Monday I would be able to sit without too much discomfort. Mistress attached the leather harness for her strap on, or the strappy as she called it, and stood in front of me. I immediately began to suck on it and slobber over it like it was a real penis. "Get it good and wet," she said. "You'll want it as wet as possible." I knew what that meant, of course. I found it hard to believe that after the intense spanking I had just received that I was going to have to submit to anal sex, but I wasn't going to question Mistress. I got the dong as wet and slick as I could. When commanded, I climbed up on the bed, lay on my stomach and pushed a pillow under my hips. Mistress climbed up onto the bed, pushed my legs apart roughly and leaned over me. I felt her positioning the tip of the dong against my anus. I gripped the sheets and closed my eyes, but I tried to keep my muscles relaxed. I felt the pressure increase until my muscles yielded to the pressure. I was no stranger to the sensation by now. Mistress made sure that all of my openings were used regularly. The worst was yet to come. When she pressed into me all the way, I felt her body pressing against my inflamed and welt covered rump. I whimpered at the pain and bit into my pillow to keep from crying out. Mistress gripped my hips, pulled back, and slammed into me. I screamed! She pulled back again and once more drove into me. It was almost more intense then the paddling had been. "Take the pain, slut," Mistress growled. She pulled back my hair with one hand, and reached around to massage my clit with the other. I saw stars as she pounded into me. Still, I was very, very wet. After about five minutes of hard, rough anal sex, I came so hard that when I finished I could barely breathe. Mistress knelt between my legs, letting me recover but keeping the dong inside me. After a few moments she began again. I still felt the pain of the spanking, but I began to care less and less. She rolled over and I rode her, slamming my rump against her just to feel the intense pain. She continued to urge me on and continued to massage my clit. I came three more times before I simply had no energy left. Mistress had not cum. Unfortunately, I didn't have any energy left. She straddled my face and I did as well as I could, licking her pussy and her clit. She was incredibly wet, which helped a LOT. I was finally able to help her cum. She rewarded me my giving me a deliciously wet face. I was glad when she came, because it meant I could roll back on my stomach and get the pressure off my burning ass. She put some lotion on it before we went to sleep, but it still burned. At that point I didn't care. I was officially Tiffany's slut. I could not have been happier. Taken By Tiffany Ch. 03 The day after my initiation I was miserable. Fortunately it was a Saturday so I didn't have to go to work, but I DID have to go to the store. As if walking alone wasn't hard enough, sitting in the hot car seat was pure misery. I was wearing a short skirt with no panties as commanded by my new mistress. I was not allowed to remove my collar, so I had the new experience of having people staring at me. My low cut top was worn without a bra and my nipples poked against the thin garment. I looked and felt like a slut. When I returned home, I carried the groceries into the house and set them on the kitchen table. Then I went back by the door and disrobed, since Mistress commanded that I be nude at all times unless given permission to dress. Mistress was sitting on the leather sofa with a displeased look on her face. "Is something wrong, Mistress?" I asked her, feeling a little bit nervous and intimidated by that look. "Put the groceries away, Pet, then return to me," she said. I quickly put everything away and went to kneel at her feet. Had I done something wrong? I felt guilty as heck but I wasn't sure how I had offended her. She wasn't helping matters with the cool way she looked at me, as if I were a disappointing child and she was the aggrieved parent. Her look was stern. I tried not to squirm as she stared at me, but even though I had no idea what I had done wrong, I knew I was in trouble. "What are you supposed to do when you walk through the door, Pet?" she asked. "Disrobe, Mistress," I answered. "But I had groceries in my hand..." "So that gives you the right to defy my direct order?" I swallowed and looked down. Frankly I hadn't even thought about it until after I put the groceries on the table. "Go get the paddle, Pet. You need to be punished." Her voice was resolute. There wasn't any arguing with her, but I wanted to try for leniency. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I say in as contrite a manner as possible. "I wasn't thinking that the few steps to the table with my hands full would have been a problem." "It might not have been had you asked," she said evenly. "But now your refusal to obey me a second time has just doubled your punishment. Care to double it again, or are you going for the paddle now?" I stood up and immediately walked to the bedroom where the paddle was kept. I was still in pain for the harsh spanking I had received the night before when I was initiated. The thought of more punishment to my welt covered bottom had me literally shaking. Still, I didn't dare disobey Mistress, or it would get a LOT worse. When I brought her the paddle, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my roughly over her lap. There would be no warm up. This was punishment. I screamed as the hard leather paddle slammed into my already pained ass. By the fifth swat, I was in tears. She held me over one knee and trapped my legs with her leg. I tried not to struggle as she showed no mercy whatever for my pain. By the tenth hard swat I was promising to be good between choked sobs. She told me to shut up and take the punishment I deserved. The paddle burned into my rump another ten times before she finally let me go. "When I give you an order, you obey me, Pet," she said. "You disappoint me. Tonight you will learn discipline." I lay on the floor sobbing, rubbing my burning rump. I could only imagine what was in store for me tonight. I was there for about three or four minutes when Mistress said, "Come, Pet. On your hands and knees." She headed off toward the bedroom, not looking back at me. I went to the bedroom on all fours with my crimson locks hanging down, plastered to my face by tears. I knew I needed to be broken to be a good sub, and I knew it was going to be rough. When I got to the bedroom, Mistress put on her strappy, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to my knees. "Suck it, Pet," she said. "Get it very wet." I knew what that meant. I slobbered over that latex dick lick it was my long lost love. Mistress had decided that any hard spanking should be followed with an equally dramatic session of anal sex. Previous to meeting Tiffany I had rarely given up that pleasure to anyone, and then only after lots of foreplay and a considerable amount of alcohol. Now I was hers, and any portion of my body was to be available for her use at all times. When the strappy we wet with my saliva, Mistress pulled it out of my mouth, slapped my face with it and pointed to the bed. "Knees, Pet," she said. I climbed onto the middle of the bed and stood on my knees. She climbed up on the bed behind me. "Give me your hands," she commanded. When I complied she strapped the leather wrist cuffs on me and snapped them together. She put one hand under my hip and pushed me down with the other. My face was on the mattress, turned sideways and my shoulders were almost touching. I felt her knees push mine wider. There was pressure against my anus as the blunt tip of the strappy pushed against the muscle. Then her hand was gripping my hair. She jerked my head back and entered me at the same time. I cried out from both actions. She pulled back slightly and pushed in deeper. After repeating this action a couple of times, she had the latex dong buried in my rectum. "Work it, Pet," she commanded. I was forced to use my hips to pull away then push back onto the strappy. I felt her grip my hair. "Harder!" she commanded. I cried out as I pushed back against her. Her pelvis spanked against my ass as she pumped into me roughly, with me slamming into her equally as hard. Mistress pinched my left nipple with her free hand and then raked her nails over my abdomen. When she came to my clit the sensations made me cry out. She rubbed it gently, all the time telling me what a fine proper slut I was becoming. I begged to cum and surprisingly, she let me. It didn't matter to her. She wasn't even close to being finished. I cried out and squirmed on the fake dick but her efforts didn't slow at all. When I was done she rolled over and told me to ride her. I climbed up and lowered myself on her, taking the strappy again into my ass. I rode her slow at first, then fast. Then slow. She rubbed my clit while I rode the strappy, and I came twice more. After that we rested, in the spoon position, with the strappy still in my ass. It was really beginning to throb. Unlike a real dick the strappy never got soft. We rested in the spoon position far a few minutes and then she rolled me over on my stomach with her on top of me. "We're going to a party tonight," she said as she stroked that latex dong into my throbbing ass. It's in your honor. It's a coming out party, of sorts. Everyone wants to meet you." I didn't know who she meant by "everyone," but I suspected it was people in the BDSM lifestyle. I knew then that I was going to be naked, and probably passed around for the others to enjoy. I didn't know at the time why Mistress seemed to have a decided interest in making my ass as sore as possible. I had that strappy in my ass for a full two hours, in every position we could think of before she finally said it was time to get ready. She had a nice leather skirt and a lace up leather top she was going to were. I was dressed in 4" spike heels and my leather collar. Until she put the leather cuffs on me, that was all I had on. She DID put a robe over my shoulders and tie it loosely around the waist. Once in the car though, the robe was untied and opened, and my body was on display for all to see. The truckers really enjoyed it. I felt like a lamb heading to the slaughterhouse. Still, it had my heart racing, not ONLY in fear. My pussy was so wet I could feel the moisture under me on the leather seats. I was embarrassed at first as the truckers passed and honked their horns, but eventually I started to really enjoy it. When we got to the party, Mistress left the robe in the car and walked me in to the party on a leash. My hands were still cuffed behind me, as they would remain. There were 10 men at the party already, which was being held in what looked like a typical suburban ranch home. They were drinking beer and smoking, mostly cigars though a few had cigarettes. One of them, a middle aged man with a beer paunch and sandy brown hair streaked by strands of grey, walked over to us. "I see you brought the slut. She IS a looker." I looked up at him and started to say something, but he slapped me across the face. "Do NOT look me in the eye... EVER! he said. I looked down, my face stinging. "On your knees slut," he demanded. I wasn't used to obeying anyone other than Mistress, but I did as he commanded. Mistress reached down and gripped my by the hair. "Do NOT embarrass me, Pet," she warned. "Yes, Mistress, I squeaked out. This party was in my honor all right. It was going to be my first hard gang bang, though NOT my last. "May I be the first to use your slut, Mistress Tiffany?" the man asked. "Yes, you may," she replied. "As you can see, she needs a lot of work. She has no concept of discipline." "We'll all help you with that," the man said. "That's what our group is for." He smiled at her and reached down to grab me by the hair. "Get over here," he said. I stumbled along as he took me to the end of the sofa and shoved me over the arm rest. I heard his belt sliding out of the loops and my heart sank. No more. Couldn't he see I'd been spanked enough over the last two days? CRACK! The belt struck me and sent a searing, white hot pain across my ass. Apparently, he didn't think my ass had enough welts. I cried out and my body jerked reflexively. I brought up my legs to try and protect myself, but that proved to be a mistake. The belt struck again, and again. His hand on the small of my back held my in position while he added ten more extremely hard strikes to my already burning ass. When he was finished, he pulled me off the sofa and pointed to an open bottle of lubricant which rested open on a coffee table. "If you want and lube you have to do it yourself," he said. I moved to the table on my knees and took the bottle in my mouth. Then I tipped my head back and let the lube fill my mouth. I put the bottle back, keeping as much in my mouth as possible. After I waddled back to him, I slid my mouth over his dick and proceeded to lube him up. His dick was hard as nails, but he wasn't as big as the strappy. After sitting on the sofa, he grabbed my by my breasts and tugged me to him. "Ride me," he commanded. "Take that cock up your ass like a good slut." My ass felt so swollen I would have screamed to have a toothpick enter it, but I knew all ten of the men were going to take their turn. I lowered myself on to the first of many dicks, nearly crying as it pushed past my muscles and into my rectum. The lube did help, though. He slapped my ass and tits while I rode him. Every movement was extremely painful, though I was soon getting into it. I came after about four minutes. I was barely finished when apparently my convulsions were too much for him. He pushed me off him and unloaded into my mouth. His cum was very thick but it thinned as it mixed with my saliva. I leaned my head back and gargled the cum before swallowing. If I was going to be the star of the show, I wanted to be remembered. I was then summoned to a table where several of the men were standing. I just knew I was going to be spanked more. I dreaded walking over there, but the penalty for refusing would have been a lot worse so I trudged over with my head down. I was bent over the table. My legs were tied securely to the table legs, keeping them wide apart. My wrists were locked together and tied to the front of the table. I couldn't move. Just when I was sure I was going to be losing skin, one of the men slid into me from behind. Another climbed up on the table, lifted my head and slid his dick into my mouth. Well.. that was better than being spanked. After a few minutes the men traded places. I tasted the now familiar taste of my sex on the dick of the man who was now thrusting into my mouth. The others just watched for now. They would have their turns, no doubt. I was tied to the table through two rotations of men, both of which consisted of a man on each end. When I was untied, my hands were cuffed behind me and I was brought to a bedroom. A man lay on the bed, fully aroused. I was placed on top of him, and I lowered myself until he was completely inside me. Then I was pushed forward and someone else got on the bed. He put one hand on my hip and kept one hand on his dick as he pushed it into my ass. I could feel the two large dicks rubbing together inside me as they began to move me back and forth on their dicks. I'd had sex before I was with Mistress Tiffany, but this was the first time I had vaginal sex and oral sex at the same time. It hurt like hell at first, but as my body began to adjust to the intrusion, it began to feel good. The man in my ass pulled my hair, pulling my head back and dragging me upright. The man beneath me began to suck on my nipples and lightly tug at them. I ground my hips against the two dicks as they fucked me. I found that if I put up with a little more pain at first and stretch my muscles, that it would feel a lot better afterward. They pounded into me hard; jarring my body and making my boobs bounce like crazy. I cried out with each thrust. I must have sounded like a porn actress, but the pain/pleasure sensations were pretty intense. I felt my inner passions building as the endorphins added to the erotic euphoria I was experiencing. I came so hard I nearly blacked out. It was incredible. I lay gasping for breath with my head on the sweaty, muscular shoulder of a man who was pumping into my pussy, while another man continued to pound my ass. It didn't take them long to pull out of me, roll me over on my back and ejaculate all over my face. I caught as much as I could in my mouth. They left me there with cum streaking down the sides of my face and pooling in my ears. My ass and pussy throbbed, and it felt like the flesh of my rump was simmering and about read to burst into flames. I wondered what would happen next, though I didn't have much time to wonder. Mistress came into the room and helped me out of bed. She un-cuffed me long enough for me to use the restroom and drink from a bottle of water, but she would not let me clean off my face. "You're doing wonderfully, Pet," she said with a smile. "I'm so proud of you." I had to smile at that. I thanked her and turned around so she could cuff me again. I wasn't cuffed long. I was taken back to the bed, blindfolded, and tied spread eagle to the four corners of the bed. I had a pillow placed under my hips for a better angle, and the party continued. The next man to come in slid into my pussy and pumped away for about ten minutes before pulling out. I know he came, but I didn't know where. Another man took his place. I knew they were coming back for seconds; maybe thirds, but I had a hard time telling who was who because I couldn't see them and I didn't know them at all. Each time it was the same. They fucked me and pulled out when they came. I figured that they were gathering in up for later. One of them got on the bed above me and slipped a ball gag into my mouth. The stereo was thumping in the other room so there was no chance anyone would hear, and not much chance they would care. I felt a sudden burning streak across my ass, and I realized I was being spanked with a belt... again. I tugged at the bindings frantically, but there was no escape. Again and again I felt the searing pain of the belt as it burned fresh crimson streaks over my ass. I wasn't counting the strikes and I'm sure he wasn't either, but there had to have been at least 40. I was blubbering like a baby when he tossed the belt aside and slide into my ass. I screamed out with each hard thrust, but those screams were never heard; not even by me for the most part. The combination of sensations completely overwhelmed me. I came so hard I gushed for the first time in my life. I was actually embarrassed because I thought I had peed, but I actually hadn't. He came shortly after... but in or on me. I lay there for about five minutes before someone came in. By the footfalls I knew it was a woman, and the only woman there was Mistress. I felt some cold, soothing cream being gently applied to my rump. "You did well, Pet," she said in a soothing voice. "I'm proud of you. We're all proud of you. You're the best yet." The best? How could I be the best? I hadn't been able to do anything all night except get spanked and fucked, and always while tied up and unable to move. Still, when she removed the ball gag, I answered. "Thank you, Mistress. I'm glad I make you proud." There was only one thing left to do. I was walked by the leash on my hands and knees to the middle of the room, and then told to kneel. I was then handed a small bowl with multiple loads of cum in it. I knew what was expected of me. I tipped up the bowl and drank from it. When it was emptied, I licked the bowl clean. The men let out a cheer of approval. I was allowed to stand, and then I was walked back to the car. It was not the beginning of the end, but the end of the beginning. Now there was no question who I was or what my place was. There would be many more sessions like this in my future, but none where I was the only slut used. After that night, nobody was ever allowed to spank me, flog me or otherwise punish me without Mistress standing there, watching. I was, after all, her property, and she had rights. I was the pet and she was the mistress. That's the way it would remain.