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A Slave's Toy

By: punchypri



I pause as Master takes his seat with a smile touching his lips. I am amazed at this gift. I am pleased by it. I take in the sight of Jess, blindfolded, gagged, and bound; she lies there still and expectantly. Her breasts are pointing up and nipples are hard. She looks so soft, I just want to touch her, explore her body. I smile before I move and think to myself, "what a Master!" 

I am wearing nothing but a towel and as I walk to the end of the bed I drop it there. With my fingertips I reach out and lightly feel Jessica's toes and glide my fingers up her legs. I move them so lightly and gently over her thighs and up to her broad hips. I let my fingers fan out across her lovely, lovely soft hips and then up her abdomen. As I move my fingers I'm crawling onto and up the bed, starting to straddle her. Soon my knee is between her legs and my breasts hang low, barely brushing against her body. I let my hands run up her sides and then over her shoulders and then caress her neck with my thumb. I deliberately avoided her pussy and breasts with my fingers, instead paying attention to often neglected parts of body. I'm looking down at her and the ball gag is in the way. I lean into her ear and whisper, "I'll remove the gag if you promise to be quiet. If Master hears your voice, he'll make you put it back on!" She nods. 

I remove the gag. Her lips are slightly parted. I run my thumb softly over her lips and watch them move under my touch...at the same time I allow my knee to press slowly into her cunt, making her moan. I quickly follow this with a sensual kiss, long, soft, and warm. I continue to tease her with my knee. She's kissing back. Our breasts are pressed against each other in the moment. As I pull away I suck on her bottom lip a little and let it slowly drop from my mouth. I can't repress the "MMMM..." that rumbles in my throat. 

I can feel myself getting wet. Jess is making my knee wet too.

I lean down again and nibble her ear. I run my tongue down her neck to that place where neck and shoulder meet. There I lick and then kiss that spot...she likes it as much as I do. I can tell by her reaction. She moans a deep moan and squirms, rubbing her cunt against my leg. 

I take my fingers and run them over her again, but this time downwards and a little harder until I spread them again over her hips. I'm retreating backwards myself and bringing my head closer to her nether regions. I run my tongue, darting, over her hips and only stop long enough to nibble or kiss here and there. She's breathing quickly and squirming trying to anticipate the next touch. I take a moment to kiss her where her leg meets her hip and then bury my face in her pussy.

She arches her back and takes in a sharp breath as my tongue flashes over her clit. My mouth is covered in her wetness and she's so warm. I let my fingertips lightly scratch her inner thighs as I dig with my tongue. My tongue is full of her taste. I'm there, face inside of her, ass in the air. I sense my Master behind me in the dark...his sex is aroused and it's strong. I smile to myself knowing that he wants to break his own rule and join us. He's conflicted...wanting to watch and give me this gift, and wanting to take something for himself.

I suck her clit in little spurts, quickly and hard. I take my fingers and tease her hole, running my fingertips around the outer edge. 

She's breathing heavy, moaning softly...almost in a whine, as if she were begging for me to commit to one sensation. 

My fingers deftly penetrate her and she involuntarily spasms against the restraints as she lets an "ooohh" escape. My fingers feel her hot and moist, she starts to drip over my hand. I push and turn my fingers, again and again-still teasing her clit with my mouth and tongue. She begins to bear down on my hand; I can feel her muscles clinch around my fingers each fold moving in an overall wave of contraction. I bring her so close to climax that I don't want to stop. It's making me so wet that I'm dripping onto my leg.

I suddenly stop. She's squirming, trying to hint non-verbally for me to continue. I'm on my knees and I turn and look over my shoulder at Master. I say nothing but hold his gaze. Then I look down at his bulging lap...I know that organ is aching. I smile at him as I take my hand from inside of her and then lick my fingers. Then, I penetrate her again, solely to obtain more of her liquid on my fingers. I dismount the bed and walk over to Master's chair. I kneel in front of him and place my clean hand on his cock that is trying to break free of his slacks...the wet hand I raise to his mouth in offering. There is a tense pause, he's trying to decide if he should accept or punish me for including him. Ultimately though, he leans forward and very slowly, licks her juice off of my fingers...taking the time to suck briefly on my fingertip. We say nothing.

Then I rise again and walk over to the table...looking over my choices. She's been primed and could cum very easily, do I want that or do I want to delay the outcome?

I think of it like this, I have been given my own toy. I get to revel in it. I ignore the toys that Master had intended for me to use for the time being. I reach past them and take hold of one of the many candles about the room. It's been burning a long time now. It's very hot. I return to the bed and mount astride Jess. She can't see, the blindfold is still in place and she has no way to anticipate my actions. I take the candle and dip my finger in it, quickly reaching forward and running the hot soft wax over her lips as a hint. Her body tenses underneath me; she doesn't understand what I've done. I take the candle and stretching myself tall and arching my back I pour the wax down my own body, between my breasts. Liquid fire! It burns immediately but runs swiftly down my abdomen and onto Jessie's breasts. She jolts under me, almost tipping me over. The wax is starting to harden but I pour another full stream over her. I run it around her breasts and then onto them and her nipples. Her nipples burst under the wax and she gasps. I quickly leave the candle on the table and grab the tungsten wheel. Immediately, I drive it over her abdomen and again, she bucks. Every time she moves under me, it makes me wet. I spool the wheel from arm across to arm, then onto her breasts. The wheel punctures the remaining wax.

I toss the wheel aside. I remove her restraints. I tell her to kneel on the bed. I take a small vibe from the table and as I lean into her for a kiss, bury the vibe in her cunt over her clit. She moans into my mouth and almost falls onto me as the sensation catches her off guard. She puts her arms around my hips and grabs my ass, pulling on it. Jess tries to pull me down onto the bed. But Master stops her with his voice, "NO. Jess, you will cum on your knees." I laugh into her mouth. We kiss and kiss...she gasps and moans as I change the pressure on her clit. Our breasts are pressed against each other hard and soft...a fleshy abundance of tit. I can feel her so close to cuming now. I move my mouth to her ear and begin to talk to her as she leans into me while her knees tremble below her. "You know you want to cum Jess, cum on my hand, cum for me, cum for Master, cum for yourself...you like my hand inside of you, you like not being able to see, you like hearing my voice..." Suddenly, she rocks and careens into me as her orgasm overtakes her. She gasps my name and I can feel her moist hot breath on my neck which gives me a shiver. 

A Slave's Training



It's about six months from when we met at a kinky single's party. I've been collared by you and am very happy, and have moved in with you. My training has gone fairly well, I've learned to suck, swallow, obey, be violated anally or in any other hole at your will. My obedience is getting much, much better and I'm also a good house slave and help you with your various projects without remuneration. I am regularly disciplined over your knee or with the crop, paddle or whip for some infraction, and while your beatings are harsh and thorough, my masochism and devotion is strong and we are well-suited.

There is one area, however, with which you are disappointed. I am continually jealous of you and other women, and have mouthed off more often than not. During one of our more intense erotic torment sessions, where you clamp me many times on my pussy, nipples and upper thighs with tight, painful clamps and forbid me to masturbate while you have me orally service you, you discuss this with me. It's torment to be so painfully clamped, and I'm near tears and it's very painful. It's also emotionally painful because at the same time you tell me you are going to get me past my jealousy and possessiveness. I am ordered to place an ad to find you another, younger and more experienced submissive, so I can watch what someone with more background in this lifestyle would do with a life-long Dom like you. You tell me to write the ad, and answer the responses, and if I don't have a suitable candidate within four weeks I'll be mercilessly chastised. I start to cry and moan, oh no, Sir, please don't make me share you, I love you so much. You say my wishes are not your concern, and you must learn to stop being so possessive. You let me suffer in front of you for a good long time further, my moans, tears and discomfort pleasing and arousing you. Finally you take the clamps off, and order me to service you anally. By this time your cock slips in without much difficulty, my bottom has learned to accommodate you well since you take me there often, and we both cum easily and well together as usual, you giving me permission to cum first of course. 

Afterwards you hold me and tell me how proud you are of me, and how well my training is progressing for a novice slave. You dry my tears of pain, pleasure and emotional upheaval, and say to make dinner for you now in the nude as usual, with just my collar and high heels on so you can further tease and torment my sore, aching nipples at will and see my beautiful, body, well marked by my clamp torture.

After dinner you remind me of my deadline, and I place the ad. It is very difficult for me, and I have to bite my tongue more than once, but I know my punishment would be extreme if I didn't do as you asked. As hard as it is, I soon find a beautiful, younger submissive with many years experience. I get to know her as you instruct, and she teaches me many things, the joy and pain of submission, anticipating your needs, continually putting your needs and will ahead of my own, even in my own thoughts, and more about floating and subspace. She has a live-in boyfriend, but he allows her to occasionally play with his permission, so she is no real threat to me, and she's very friendly, kind and understanding of my dilemma. 

For your first session with her, you want me bound and gagged, you know this will be difficult for me. I am to watch only, and not masturbate or speak. Tears are permitted, but I must stay in the room and watch how a more experienced slave pleases her Master. You bind me and gag me, and I'm ashamed, humiliated, embarrassed and aroused all at once. You start to touch her gently with your whip at first, warming her up, and then your whip gets more deliberate. She takes it well, even your harshest blows, and you enjoy whipping her while I watch, painfully. Then you unzip and tell her to orally service you. I have to watch as my beloved Master's beautiful cock is swallowed by this younger slave, and the pain is unbelievable, but I don't dare protest or leave. I watch you have her take your cock deep in her beautiful mouth, and then you tell her to prepare herself to be fucked. She lies on her back, and you gently explore her body, it is beautiful and firm and she has long blonde hair that delights you. You enter her, and I start crying softly, and you make love to her for a long, beautiful, romantic session, and I'm shattered.

When you are finished, you come over to me. You tell me I must eat your cum out of your younger slave. I can't do it, I say. I just can't, through my tears and shame. You get the crop out, the most painful instrument of torture you have. You start to crop me harshly, and finally I relent...and am forced to eat your fresh cum out of your other slave, although I've never been with a woman before, crying, beaten, and finally completely surrendering to your considerable will. 

When she has cum again, and my tongue has cleaned and sated her, you are pleased with me. You know how hard that was, and for my reward you will let her pleasure me. This is unexpected, as I'm unsure of my bisexuality. I thought I was straight, but she is bisexual and since you wish me to be too, therefore I open my legs and let her eat me out. She licks and eats and sucks and fingers and tongues my wet, open, swollen pussy, and before long I have a shattering orgasm, and you are pleased with my progress. She stays with us and we have some wine and snacks, and we all talk easily and I'm very confused, happy, humiliated, upset but somehow survive the ordeal.

From time to time she joins us, and you force me to eat her out or let her suck me to orgasm, although I'm not naturally bisexual. Sometimes you and she are together and I just watch or am forced to go sleep in my room, where I can painfully hear your noises of pleasure and ecstasy, or I'm ordered to clean the house or work on your projects while you fuck her. I am still very jealous and possessive, and hate the times you are with her, but I can't and don't dare say a word. In fact my discomfort seems to arouse you further when you are with her, knowing how much pain and unhappiness it causes your slave.