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Enslaved

By: jeffy72



based on

Excerpts from e-mail to my cyber lover

Prologue

***As I walk pass you in the crowded streets, I brush against you, My hands lingering a moment on your rear, giving a slight squeeze before I disappear into the crowd***

A casual brush against a stranger in a crowd may turn into being followed by the stranger, or being stalked. You may turn into the prey of a hungry predator, hunting you down to satisfy some primal urge. 

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Chapter One

It's the first day of a short vacation, a few days off from work. This first day was spent window shopping, just wandering the crowded streets looking in store windows and daydreaming about the outfits you'd buy if your next pay check was a little bigger. As you walk through the crowed streets, a man brushes against you, which isn't that odd, after all it is a Crowded street. His hand lingers a moment too long on your rear, giving a slight squeeze. Quickly, you spin around to slap the little pervert, but he has already disappeared into the crowd. And the little incident is quickly forgotten as you continue your day.

When you've had enough of window shopping, you decide to take a short cut home. You turn down a quiet alley way, away from the busy street. The sounds of the crowd diminish as you get farther down the alley, until the only sound you hear is that of your heels clicking on the pavement.

After a while you notice another sound, and then another. The first is the soft sound of boots stepping lightly on the pavement somewhere behind you. The second is the sound of your own heart beating as you realize your not alone in the alley.

You turn to see what's behind you and you see, about 15 yards behind you, a man in a black trench coat. You can tell he's wearing sunglasses and boots, but you can't tell much more than that, the alley is dimly lit, and his image is silhouetted by the lights on the bright main street that you left behind.

His gait doesn't waiver when you turn to look at him. He shows no acknowledgment that you have seen him, he just keeps walking, toward you. Your fear takes control and you start to run. With out looking back, you reach the corner and turn and keep running. After a while of running, you take a quick glance behind you. There's none to be seen. Full of adrenaline, you find the energy to run all the way home.

When you get to your front door, you take a good look around as you fumble with your keys. There's no one in sight, and no sounds except your own heart pounding in your chest. Once you get in your house, and lock the door behind you, you might chuckle nervously to yourself, rationalizing the he was probably someone else who decided to use the same shortcut as you, and wasn't after you at all.

Your still a bit uneasy, and still breathing a bit hard, from the run home, till a lone car drives by, and then your breath stops in a slight gasp. It wasn't the car that caused this, but it's headlights, because as it drove by, it momentarily lit up the street. In this brief flash of light, you noticed through the slit in your curtains, a man standing across the street. It looked like the same man as in the alley. He was just standing, facing your house.

Being a rational person, you reach for the phone to report to the police. You've already started dialing before you realize that there's no dial tone.

Chapter Two

Panic fills you. With no phone, there's no way to call for help. You can't run for help, because he might be waiting just out side for you. He could be waiting for you to fall asleep, so he could sneak in and...you stop the thought there, not wanting to think about what he might do.

You rationalize that the best thing would be just to wait till morning, and in the daylight you could run to a neighbor's house for help. All the doors are locked, and if he breaks in, you should hear him and be able to leave the house through another door. You get a large carving knife from the kitchen and sit in a chair half way between the front door and the back door, so if he comes in one, you can go out the other.

It's late, and your already tired from all that running. As you sit there, your head tips a bit. You nod off for just a moment. You awake with a start, and shake your head trying to drive away the sleepiness. You decide that some coffee might help keep you awake till daylight. You go into the kitchen and put some water in the coffee maker. After you put the coffee in, you sit down to wait for it to perk. Looking around the room, something seems odd, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

The coffee maker is gurgling. The clock on the microwave is silently ticking away the minutes. You didn't realize before how late you'd stayed out tonight. But everything seems normal, there's nothing out of place. Every dish is put away(you washed the dishes before you went out tonight), and every cup is in the right spot. In the right spot... you now realize that the knife you took out is now back in the knife rack. You had forgotten about it when you had nodded off.

You look to the door way to the room you were sitting in before. The light is off. You had turned it on when you came in the house. But now it's off. It must have gone off while your back was turned to make the coffee. He must be in the house. You pick up the knife, again. You move slowly toward the back door, watching the doorway to the other room.

With out turning toward the back door, you reach behind you to unlock the deadbolt. And you notice something else wrong. Your deadbolt latch is missing. You turn and glance at the door quickly. Your deadbolt has been replaced with another, you now need a key to open it from this side. You're now trapped, the only way out is through the darkened room to the front door.

You move around the room to look through the doorway. From the light in the kitchen you can just make out the glint from the doorknob on the front door, across the dark room. The window over the sink is too small to move through quickly and the back door is too massive for little you to bust through it any time soon. You think your only chance is to run for the front door.

You inch toward the doorway, trying intently to peer through the darkness. When you get to the threshold, you jab blindly around the corner, but hit only air. You quickly reach around and flip the switch. 

"click." Nothing happens. "click, click, click." You flip it repeatedly. Nothing happens. You move slowly into the room with the knife in front of you pointing toward the shadows. You walk slowly through the room, ready to stab at anything that moves. Nothing happens. You're ready to be jumped the moment you reach the front door. When you reach it, nothing happens. You unlock the deadbolt and turn the doorknob, and nothing happens. The door doesn't open. There's no resistance in the knob, you can turn it all the way around, around and around. It's not opening the door.

You were already somewhat in a state of panic, now you're utterly terrified. You start to feel dizzy and realize that you are holding your breathe. You force the air out of you lungs and try to take a deep breath. You find yourself concentrating on your breathing. Trying to keep it from being shallow. Now would be a bad time to pass out from hyperventilation.

The front window is large enough to jump through and only a couple of steps away. You decide to take the chance and run for the window. You dash forward and put your arms over your head to protect your face from the expected broken glass. You leap into the window and bounce away from it, falling to the ground. You didn't hit the window. Someone was standing behind the curtain. Before you can react, there's a ripping sound and you're covered by the curtain.

You stab out through the cloth, only to have the knife taken away, pulled through the hole it made in the curtain. Then the curtain tightens around you. You feel a rope being tied around the curtain, around your waist, pinning your arms at your sides. You feel a weight pressing down on you as you continue to struggle. Your legs are pinned down and your ankles tied together.

You feel your self being lifted up and thrown onto his shoulder, but your struggling throws him off balance and both of you fall to the floor. Now you feel strong hands grasping your shoulders firmly and dragging you. None of your wiggling seems to be making a difference. You're aware of every step that hits your butt as you're dragged up the stairs.

With one last heave, you are thrown up onto your bed. He rolls you on your face and sits on your feet. He holds one leg firmly and then you feel something cold on the back of the leg. It's steel. You hear the sound of scissors cutting cloth and know that he's undressing you, one stitch at a time. He's not hurrying this deed. Slowly and carefully, on snip at a time. Soon you feel bare from the waist down to your ankles. 

Chapter Three

The remains of your clothing is pulled out from under you and dropped to the floor. Strong hands squeeze your calves and start to move up your legs, massaging as they go. When they move up onto your butt cheeks, you hear a low moan, "ooohhhh", almost to quiet to hear. These hands spend a few minutes just squeezing, rubbing, and messaging your butt. The strange man obviously enjoys touching you here.

"Don't struggle, you might get hurt," he says in a low whisper. Then you feel the cold steel of the scissors placed gently on the back of your legs. He starts to rub the rounded handle of the scissors up and down your legs and around each check of your butt. You then feel the scissors turned around so the point is now touching the top of one of your thighs. Ever so lightly, the scissor blade scratches down your leg to your ankle. It then scratches up the other leg, stopping at the cheek.

"S, P, A, N, K, M, E," he whispers these letters as you feel the scissors lightly scratching on your cheeks. When the scratching stops, he pauses for a long moment, as if to admire his work. Then he whispers, "OK, if you insist." You hear the scissors hit the floor. His weight shifts on the bed so he's beside you, not on your feet. He keeps you still with on hand pressing down on the curve in your back.

Chapter Four

His left hand on your back, holding you still. The other hand is laid lightly across your butt checks, with the palm on one cheek and the finger tips on the other cheek. His right hand raises up and comes back down lightly, then rests for a moment on your butt. It does this three more times. After the forth time the hand raises up, it come down hard. The sound of his hand striking your flesh seems deafening in the quiet of the dark bedroom.

The stinging you feel fades away as he rubs the impact site caringly. After a few moments of rubbing, "smack!", another strike, centered on your left cheek, followed by more rubbing. The rubbing lasts for a shorter time when, "smack!", a third strike. this time centered on the right cheek. Then half the rubbing of before till, "smack!", across both cheeks.

A pattern of decreasing rubbing time and spanking follows, until there is no rubbing. "smack! Smack! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACKK!! SMACKK!!!" His strikes become harder and harder, stinging more each time. Your ass is burning now. Burning with pain and the warmth of all the blood rushing into it. You don't know how long this lasts, you lose count of the hits. Suddenly he stops. You brace yourself for the next hit. A few moments pass. You can feel that your ass is flushed, probably glowing red.

There is an odd feeling on one cheek. Then the other. It takes you a moment to realize what it is, because the gentle kissing is so different from the harsh slapping. A third kiss. Then a forth kiss. The kisses continue, covering your entire ass. The kisses get wetter. They start to last longer. He starts sucking harder. You feel teeth occasionally, but not a full bite, maybe a nibble or two. He starts to spend more time kissing the crack between your cheeks. And the kisses get even wetter. He licks along the crack, up and down, from almost touching your vagina up to your waist and back down again. He licks again, probing deeper with his tongue.

On the next licking pass, he stops at your asshole. His hands spread you cheeks apart and he kisses the hole. He kisses it again, this time with tongue. His tongue pushes it's way inside you. It starts to probe around, going deeper, and wiggling around. He pulls it out and pushes back in again, wiggling it.

"That is just too tight to waste," he whispers. Then he pulls your hips up and pushes your knees under you so your ass is up in the air.

Chapter Five

You feel him move onto the bed right behind you, with one of his knees on either side of your legs. There is the faint sound of a zipper. You feel something long and smooth laid on your butt crack, not pushed in anywhere(yet) but just placed along the length of the crack. It then starts to move down the crack a bit then back up to where it started. Then it moves all the way down, sliding completely off of you. You feel it again as it slides under you, between your legs.

It doesn't go in any openings (yet), it just squeezes between your legs up toward your belly. It slips past your vaginal opening and rubs on your clitoris. He pulls back slightly and pushes foreword again, rubbing his dick on your clit. Both hands are now firmly on your hips. He rubs his dick on your clit several more times. The last time he pulls back a little to far, and when he pushes forward, the angle is changed slightly, and it goes in. He pauses, with the head of his penis just inside your cunt. His hands are squeezing tighter on your hips.

After what seem like an eternity of contemplation, his grip relaxes a bit, and he pulls out. "Not yet,"he whispers. He then puts the head of his dick against your anal opening. It feels slimy from the coating of juices your pussy put on to it. He applies a little bit of pressure to your anus, not enough to go in, but enough for you to tell what he's planning to do, soon.

One of his hands slides around the back and his fingers start probing between your legs. He starts to stroke your clit. He finds the nerve junction in your clit with his finger tips and presses hard against it. His fingers start tight circular motions while pressing against the nerves. His thumb finds it's way inside your pussy, he's still rubbing your clit.

You may be scared and this action unwanted, but he knows how to stimulate you. You can't help but become wet. Soon his hand is covered with your juices. You start to forget your tied up. You start to forget that you don't know this man and that he forced himself on to you. And, as you orgasm, you evenforget the pressure on your ass. The fingering stops.

When your senses recover a bit. You fell both hands on your hips again, one of them very slimy. His hips are now pressed against your hips. He shifts his weight a bit and you feel that he is inside you.While you were orgasming, he pushed his dick into your ass.

You don't know how long he waits, just sitting inside you. He pulls out slightly and pushes back inall the way, slowly. He pulls out a little more and pushes back in a little faster. He pulls almost allthe way out and then pushes all the way back in, quickly. He does the again. And again. You noticesomething slapping against your cunt. He pulls back and thrusts in again. It's a wet sounding slap as hisballs splatter into the juices flowing from your pussy.

His speed increases and his grip on your hips tighten. You hear a slight grunt accompany each thrust.His hips hit you harder, and harder with each thrust. His speed keeps increasing. If it wasn't for his handspulling you back, the impact would be sliding you up your bed. The rubbing friction you feel inside yourass is almost numbing. You can no longer tell which direction the rubbing is going, it's now just oneconstant feeling.

You hear a sudden in take of breath with one thrust harder then the rest. He stops, deep inside you. "Oh, Goddess", it's not even a whisper, he breaths the words out. You feel slight spasms in him. There's a new warmth deep inside you. He pull out of you and rubs his slimy dick all over your butt.

"Your such a messy girl," he whispers, " We should get you cleaned up." There's a jingling sound. Youfeel the rope around your waist loosen. He quickly grabs both wrists and presses cold steel around them.You're now in hand cuffs. He unties your ankles and forces you onto your feet. He pulls the curtain offyour head. He's standing behind you, holding your wrists in one hand. He puts a blindfold over youreyes, and leads you to the bathroom.

Chapter Six

The tile floor in the bathroom is cold on your bare feet. There is a familiar "click" of the light switch, but the blindfold on you is too thick to let in any light.

By pushing your handcuffed wrists into the small of your back, he directs you to the bathtub. His free hand grabs an ankle and directs it over the tub wall. He then puts your other foot in the tub, being very careful not to let you trip. He lets go of you once you're in the tub. You could try to run now, but blindfolded and handcuffed, you might trip trying to get out of the tub.

You hear cloth sliding against cloth and skin. Something hits the floor and he steps into the tub with you. He turns on the water. A cold spray splashes onto your chest. Your hair stands on end from the cold and you shiver slightly. "That's the ways they should look", He says softly. His finger tips brush lightly across your hardened nipples, which sends another shiver through you.

The water warms up. He doesn't touch you again till there is steam in the air from the hot water. The next touch you feel is slippery. He lathers up your body with the soap. It doesn't seem to be sexual, he spends just as much time cleaning between your toes as washing the cum from you ass (unless touching you Anywhere is sexual to him).

"Now don't turn around", he says quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the running water. With your back to him, and to the water, he takes off the blind fold. He soaps up your ears and reaches around to soap your face. Gently and slowly he washes around your eyes and nose and mouth. When he's done He tips your head back so the water can run down your forehead, rinsing the soap from your face.

You hear a gurgling sound as he squeezes some shampoo out of the bottle and onto your head. He then starts to massage the shampoo into your hair. His strong hands massaging your scalp help relax you. You have almost drifted off to sleep when he starts to rinse your hair. He's standing off to the side so the water can go past him onto your hair. You know that he's enjoying this shower because he's standing close enough to you for you to feel his erection occasionally brushing against one butt cheek. 

When he's done washing your hair, he reaches around both sides of you and rubs his hands briefly over your breasts before turning away from you to turn off the water. You then feel a towel brushing against you because he is drying him self while stand directly behind you in the bathtub. After a while of drying himself, he starts to dry you, starting with your hair. He dries his way down your body, spending a little more time then necessary on your breasts.

While he's drying your breasts, you can see his hands. They are flushed red from the hot water. No rings, no calluses. Clean and trimmed nails. Seeing his hands, you think to look in the mirror. It's too fogged up to see any details. He's white with short brown hair. When he's drying you're ankles and feet, you risk a quick look down and to the side. He's looking down at your feet. His hair is curly. He looks up suddenly, directly into your eyes. He's clean shaven. His steel blue eyes hold your gaze for a moment then he gives a faint smile.


Enslaved



"Naughty, naughty. I told you not to turn around. Now I can't just let you go. What are we to do?" He asks playfully, like a loving parent discovering a mischievous baby. 

Chapter Seven

"We need to teach you to obey more thoroughly, But I am not sure that a simple spanking or even a whipping is going to teach you," he spoke softly with a Benevolent voice. As he spoke, he took another pair of hand cuffs out of his discarded trench coat. He hooked one end of the new cuffs to the cuffs on you, and the other to the bed post, causing you to sit up on a corner of the mattress.

Once you are secure, he pulls more things from his trench coat. From a roll of twine, he cuts two equal lengths. He ties the two strings to two cloths pins. He then ties the other end of the strings to the two bed posts on the right side of the bed. He uses pad locks to connect two lengths of chain to the bottoms of the same two bed posts. He disconnects you from the bed post and sits you in the center of the right edge of the bed. He puts one of the hand cuffs on your ankle and attaches you to one of the chains with it. He takes the other pair of hand cuff off you and puts it on your other ankle, then attaching it to the other chain.

He adjusts the chains, tightening them so you must sit with your knees spread apart. "Don't go any where, I'll be right back," he says just before leaving the room. You can hear him going quickly down the stairs. As you sit there rubbing your wrists, you notice that he left the key to the pad locks sitting on the floor in front of you. You could be free of the bed, even though the handcuffs would keep the chains on your ankles. You bend over, stretching the tendons in your back, to reach the key on the floor. You tip to the side, trying to reach the pad lock holding the chain to the bed. Stretching your body to the limit, you manage to slip the key into the lock. 

Your feeling of triumph turns to frustration. You can't turn the key. You can grip the key just fine (with a lot of stretching), but the key just won't turn. "Naughty, naughty again. I'm sure I told you not to go anywhere," You didn't hear him return. His stair climbing must be much quieter then his stair descending. He's holding a glass filled with ice. He puts down several keys, well out of your reach. One of the keys looks just like the padlock key. "You really need to learn to do as you're told. Now don't struggle against me or this will hurt much more then necessary." He takes one of the ice cubes out of the glass and walks up to you, Putting both you're wrists in his other hand as he kneels before you. "Obey me, and I will worship you," he says as he starts to rub the ice cube on you nipples. Once your nipples are hardened by the cold, he puts the remainder of the ice cube inside you vagina, pushing it in deep with his middle finger.

Licking off his finger, he lets go of you hands. "Put your hands behind your back," he says firmly. He then crawls on the bed behind you and ties your hands behind you. "I really should have brought another pair of handcuffs," He mutters to himself as he picks up one of the cloths pins that was tied to a bed post. He gets another ice cube and rubs it around you're nipples. He then pops the ice cube in his mouth and clips the cloths pin onto a hardened nipple. He clips the other on to the other nipple.

"This pinching might be a bit uncomfortable, but if I pull them off suddenly," He yanks one off, causing you the flinch from the sting, "then it will be even more uncomfortable." He puts the cloths pin back on you. "This exercise will teach you to do what I say. I am telling you to sit up straight and don't move. If you move, you'll pull off a cloths pin. So if you don't do what I told you to, which is to hold still, you'll receive some extra pain." He then tightens the strings so they pull you nipple slightly apart.

He then sits down on the floor in front of you and leans his head against your pussy and closes his eyes as if to fall asleep. "Obey me and I will worship you," he says ever so quietly as he snuggles against you. He appears to go to sleep leaning against you. You are sleepy too, but if you lean back (or foreword) to fall asleep the cloths pins will snap off. While you're sitting there wondering what to do, your mind drifts. You realize you fell asleep just as you fall back onto the bed.

"snap-snap," the sound of the cloths pins snapping wakes your captor.

"Naughty, naughty," he says sleepily. He sits you up and reattaches the cloths pins after re-hardening your nipples with another ice cube. He pushes the remainder of the ice cube into your cunt with his thumb. He then goes back to sleep, sitting on the floor, leaning against you, sucking on his thumb.

Try as you might, you can't stay awake. Both your mind and your body are just too exhausted. The scene is repeated several times, each time the snapping pins awaken both you and you captor. Each time he rubs ice on your nipples to keep them hard, then puts the ice inside you. Each time he puts the pins back on and then falls asleep leaning against you.

The last time the snapping wakes you, he raises you up, and looks deep into your sleepy eyes. "Promise to obey me, and I'll let you go back to sleep. Say 'I promise.'" You almost unconsciously mumble, " I promise, " then he kisses you gently on the lips and lays your head back down. He puts a pillow under your head, then he sits back down on the floor in front of you, and falls asleep snuggling between your legs.

Chapter Eight

Reading bodies is much easier then reading minds, and anyone watching you could tell without reading your mind that you were dreaming about sex. It was your own orgasm that pulled you from unconsciousness. You awoke out of breath and disorientated. The room is lit from the window. Through the drawn curtains, you could tell that it must be near noon, if that's where you were looking. Instead your attention is on your lower body. Memories of last night come drifting back as you realize that your feet are still chained apart and off the bed. 

"Good morning," the man between your legs says as if he just noticed that you're awake. He presses his tongue into your butt crack and pulls it up in a long, hard lick ending when it reaches your belly button. "Well, my breakfast is done. Let's get some for you." The tension on your ankles is released as he unhooks the cuffs from the chains. He pushes your legs together and hooks the cuffs to each other. He then unhooks the chains from the bed and places them on the bed next to you. He pulls you to a standing position.

The end of one chain is wrapped around your neck and padlocked into place. The other end of the chain is laid between your breasts and the first few links pushed between your legs. He grips the links on the other side of your body and quickly pulls the chain through your legs as far as it will go and pulls it up snuggly between your butt cheek, padlocking the chain in place on the back of the ring around your neck. He then wraps the other chain around your waist, locking it into place, and stands back a bit to look at you(still holding the other end of the chain around your waist).

"Perhaps the ankles are a bit much," he mumbles to himself. Still holding the end of the waist chain, he takes the cuffs off your ankles and puts one set on each hand. He then secures the other end of both cuff sets to the chain running up your back. "Now be a good girl and keep your promise, or your ankles will be quite sore," he says in a cheerful tone. He kneels before you (still holding the waist chain) and rubs some lotion on your ankles. "It would be a shame to ruin such lovely skin by having to spend another night like that."

After the lotion is thoroughly rubbed into your ankles, he stands up and walks out of the room, giving the chain about your waist a little yank before puling you out with him. He leads you down the stairs to the kitchen. With each step you can feel the chain pressing into your crotch. By the bottom of the steps, the cold steel is a bit wet and not quite so cold.

Once in the kitchen, he sits you down in a chair and says, "Stay," in a firm voice, like giving a command to a puppy. Your weight in the chair greatly accents the pressure of the chain in between your ass cheeks. Fidgeting only seems to grind the links harder into you. He lets his end of the waist chain fall to the floor and starts to prepare breakfast. He pulls a hot cup of coffee out of the microwave and puts it on the table in front of you. He also puts a spoon, a jug of milk, and the sugar bowl in front of you. "Fix it how you like," he says as he uncuffs one hand.

While you fix your cup of coffee, he makes scrambled eggs and toast. He sets a plate of eggs (and a fork) before you and a plate with two slices of plane toast. He sits beside you and spreads butter on one piece of toast. He then spreads butter on one of your breasts. Then he sprinkles some cinnamon on the buttered piece of toast, and some cinnamon on your buttered breast. He does the same with the other piece of toast and the other breast. "Eat the eggs first, the toast is for dessert." He uses the fork to put a bite of eggs into your mouth and then puts the fork in your free hand and sits back to watch you eat.

He watches you eat the eggs. He seems to really enjoy watching you place the fork in your mouth and pull the eggs off of it with your succulent lips. When the eggs are gone he takes the empty plate and the fork and puts them into the sink. "Very good, We may have dessert now," he says as he pulls your chair towards his and puts a slice of toast in your mouth. Then he starts to lick the butter and cinnamon off your breasts.

Chapter Nine

He paces his licking of the butter-cinnamon mixture off your breasts to match the rate at which you eat the toast. When you start to become lost in the ecstasy of being his dessert and stop eating the toast he gave you , then he stops licking your breasts. If the bites you take are too big, then he also takes big bites, bearing down with his teeth where ever his is licking.

Once you finish the toast, he cuffs your free hand back behind you and wraps the excess waist chain around the back of the chair. While he's messing with the chains, he bumps and moves you frequently, cause the chain going between your legs to rub against your clit and anal opening.

"You must be part Chinese," he says softly, almost to himself. "A few minutes after eating you, I'm hungry again." He turns his back to you and starts rummaging around in your refrigerator. He pulls out several items: syrup, a jar of cherries, whipedcream(from the freezer), two slices bologna, mustard, mayonnaise, and a pickle. "First the nutritious stuff," he says as he puts a slice of bologna on each of your breasts. Bologna's natural texture keeping it from sliding off. He then spreads some mayo and mustard on each slice, overspreading a little bit so some of it goes onto your skin. He picks you up and places you on the edge of the table. He spreads your legs and pulls the chain to the side (causing you to slouch a bit to make the slack). He then pushes the pickle into your pussy.

He starts to fuck your pussy with the pickle, while eating the bologna off of your breasts. He eats like an animal, smearing mustard and mayo all over his face as he tries to bite down to far too far, pinching the skin on your tits as he removes pieces of sandwich-meat from you. When the bologna is all gone, he gives your breasts a final clean up (with his tongue) and pulls the pickle out of you and calmly eats it, while wiping his face off with a napkin. Then he walks out of the room.

He returns rather quickly with a pillow and places it behind you so the chain doesn't dig into your back when he lays you back on the table. "You are dessert eternal," he whispers as he starts to cover your body in syrup. Then he starts to spread the cold whip cream over your body, packing it firmly around you tits and putting a cherry on top of each one. He puts the rest of the cherries, one by one, inside your cunt. 

Chapter Ten

He stands back for a moment admiring you, licking his lips as he looks up and down your body. He then starts to lick the syrup off your neck, starting at the earlobes and working his way down. Going in circles around your neck, he thoroughly cleans every square centimeter of your skin with his tongue. When your neck is clear, he gives your color bone a gentle bite and starts to lick off your shoulders. Licking from one side of your body to the other, he cleans off the sticky mess one row at a time. He continues his 'one row at a time' tactics when he reaches your breasts. His tongue pressing firmly as he goes across your chest, up and down the curves of your tits.

When he reaches the first nipple, he bites the cherry off the top, pinching the nipple as his teeth pull away. Then he licks across to the other nipple. Biting a bit deeper this time, his teeth scrape up the boob till they catch on the nipple. He forces the nipple from his clenched teeth with his tongue as he pulls the cherry away. He then continues his row by row licking, pausing for a moment to dig syrup out of your belly button with his tongue.

At your clit he sucks harder, rubbing his tongue all around every fold in the skin to make sure none of the sugary substance is left behind. His tongue probes you anus slightly to clear out any syrup that dibbled down there. Then he starts to suck very hard on you pussy. Sucking and digging with his tongue, he starts to scoop out the cherries that he placed inside. He pauses after getting a couple cherries in his mouth. He chews the cherries before swallowing them, but he rudely chews with his mouth open and gets your clit caught in his teeth every so often. He swallows the cherries with your clit in his lips, sucking your juices down his throat as the cherry juice goes down.

When the last cherry is sucked out of you, he moves to your face and pushes the last cherry between your lips with his tongue, his tongue lingering in your mouth a moment, allowing you to taste everything he just tasted. Finally he says," As thorough as I was, I think you still need a bath." He sits you back into a chair while he cleans up, washing the dishes and wiping off the table. Then he leads you by your waist chain upstairs to the bath room.

Chapter Eleven

The chain around your waist is locked to the bed post. He goes into the bathroom and starts running the water. When steam starts to waft from the bathroom, he comes out and unchains you completely, except for one set of hand cuffs around you wrists in front of you. He leads you into the steamy room and closes the door. The mirror is completely fogged. The water obviously hot, from the steam coming off of it, and the tub is half full. He pushes you toward the tub. When you hesitate to enter the hot water, he reaches down and picks up one of your ankles and places it in the water, holding it down in the water.

"Don't worry, it's to cold to scald you. You'll get used to it," he says patiently. He picks up your other foot and places it in the tub. "Sit." he commands, and pushes you gently down into the tub. Once your sitting, he moves your body around so your knees are bent and out of the water and your head is laying on the edge of the tub. He lets the water continue to fill the tub till it almost covers your breasts. 

"Oops, I forget the bubbles," he says toyingly as he shuts off the water. "Why don't you start to wash while I put in some bubbles." He puts a body wash covered sponge in your hands. He then puts the end of a long straw-like tube into the water, pushing it slightly under you. Then he starts to blow into the straw. You can feel the bubbles rising along the surface of your skin. He slides the straw up and down the side of your body, gently messaging you with bubbles. He leans over you, bracing one hand on the other side of the tub to keep from falling on top of you. With the other hand, he guides the end of the straw up and down your other side, tickling you with the light touch of the bubbles. The end of the straw moves up onto your chest and press into the side of one of your breasts. The blowing turns into sucking as a tiny round hickey is put onto your breast. The straw is pulled away, making a slight popping sound as it finally releases it's suction hold on your skin. He does this several more times, putting little red marks all over your tits. Your hardened nipples seem larger than usual, compared to the tiny opening that is trying to suck them up. 

The suction turns back into blowing and he moves the straw down the center of your body, pausing momentarily at your navel to blow profusely into it. The straw barely touches your clit as it goes on past, down and around to your butt crack. It comes to rest pressing slightly against your anus. As he blows into the straw, the bubbles flow up around your ass and past your clit before breaking the surface of the water. It feels almost like hundreds of tiny feathers whispering past your pussy. After doing this for a while, he raises the straw and puts it to your vaginal opening. With a sudden burst of extra air, he plunges the straw into your cunt. It's flexible enough to go deep inside without much discomfort. Once the straw is inside, he cups the hand that was guiding it around your clitoris to make sure all the bubbles escaping from your pussy breeze past right up against it. It feels like a tiny Jacuzzi party going on inside your cunt and every party guest is forced to tickle past your clit before leaving.

This goes on for some time (you don't know how long because if there was a clock visible from the tub, you probably wouldn't be concentrating on it anyway). After a while his eyes start to close a bit, as if he were tired. He passes out from hyper ventilation from blowing too much, and falls face first into your pussy. 

Chapter Twelve

He just lays there, with his face in the water, his mouth resting against your pussy, for a long time. Eventually his head jerks up, and he coughs for a moment, to clear the water out of his lungs. After a bit of contemplation, he puts his face back into the water and fills his cheeks. Pressing his lips firmly against your cunt, he fills it with the water from his mouth. Holding his tongue tightly to you to hold the water in, he draws more water into his mouth and then squirts in into. You can feel the steamy hot water filling you, and spilling out past his mouth despite his tries to hold all of it in. 

"I think we need something larger to plug the opening, wait here." He shakes the water from his face and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. He returns in a little bit with a large syringe and the coffeepot, which is filled with water. He puts the straw-like tube he was using earlier on the syringe and draws some water out of the coffee pot. Then he gets in the tub with you. He picks up your hips to bring your pussy up to his dick, dunking your head under water. Seeing this slight miscalculation, he lets your head back up and drains some of the water out of the tub. Then he picks up your hips again, to his cock, and thrusts it into you. He is standing and your head is resting on the tub floor, in a couple inches of warm water. Then he slides the tube ,that is on the syringe, into your cunny beside his cock. He pushes it in as far as it will go(both cock and tube). He then pushes the plunger of the syringe down, squirting hot water deep inside you. The hot water fills you and leaks back out, runniing into your butt crack and down your back. 

He pulls the tube out to refill the syringe from the coffee pot. When he puts the tube back inside you, he pulls his dick out a little to allow more room inside you for the water. Again you feel the hot water being forced inside you and you feel the excess water squeezing out of you along the side of his dick. After the syringe has been emptied into you, he thrusts his cock all the way back in, forcing more water to be forced from your pussy by the pressure.




Enslaved



He fills the syringe again from the coffee pot, pulls his cock out a little, fills you with hot water, and thrusts hard into, forcing water out; again and again till the pot is empty. Then, while still inside you, he bends and reaches to fill the pot up again with hot water from the tub's spicket. Then he does it again till the pot is empty, and refills the pot and does it all again. Filling the syringe from the coffee pot, pulling his cock out a little, filling you with hot water, and thrusting hard into, forcing water out.

The second to last time, his hips spasm slightly, and the last time, more then water is flushed from your cunt. When he's done flushing his cum out of you, he rolls you over on your hands and knees. You can see his cum floating in the tub water. Some of it sticking in your hair. He puts the tube into your ass, and fills your ass with hot water. He gets on his knees behind you and starts to slowly fuck your pussy. As he does you doggie style, he occasionally pulls the tube out of your ass to fill the syringe with more hot water, then puts the tube back into your ass, slowly squirting the hot water into you. After a while, he starts to squirt the water in faster and pump your pussy faster also. His speed and harshness steadily increase, till he cums in your pussy again.

He uses the syringe to flush the cum from you, again, first while he's still in you, then again after he pulls out; to make sure it's really clean. Then he stands you up and pours a pot of water over you to rinse you off. He dries you and dresses you in a short dress and high heels. Not satisfied with the length of the dress, he cuts the bottom of it off to make it shorter. Now your panties could be seen if you bend over even slightly (if he put panties on you, which he didn't). He brushes your hair and puts it back in a ponytail. Then he hand-cuffs your hands behind you and hangs a jacket over your shoulders so your hands can't be seen and sits you on the bed.

"It's almost lunch time. We're going to eat out. And don't say anything to anyone that I wouldn't want you to say, or there will be DIRE consequences," He tells you sternly while he dresses. You can tell that his trench coat is heavy with lots of items hidden in it. They may be weapons or more 'toys'. 

He guides you out of the house and down the street with his arm on your shoulder. He takes you to a little pizza place that is popular with the college kids. There is a line to be seated. He stands close behind you in line. When no one is looking, he slips his hand under your dress and fingers your pussy from behind.

When it's your turn to be seated, he asks the waitress for a quite booth in the back and winks at you. The waitress smiles and takes you to a shadowy booth at the far end of the restaurant, right next to the restroom. After you're seated and the waitress leaves you with a menu, he changes the hand cuffs from behind you to in front of you. "To make it easier to eat," he mumbles. He sits right up against you. He let's you order for yourself. The meal passes without much event. One time the waitress notices the hand cuffs while you are eating. She just smiles and walks off, shaking her head. 

"Odd things are easily ignored at these little college hang outs," he says, and continues eating.

When you're almost done eating, he interrupts you. "Come on," he says while urging you out of the booth. He takes you to the restroom, which is a uni-sex, one toilet water closet. He hand cuffs you to the sink. He then writes in lipstick on the mirror: "Sorority initiation, Please use condom!!" Then he puts a box of condoms on the paper towel dispenser. He then ties a gag in your mouth. You can still scream, but talking is difficult. Then he puts on a condom and fucks your ass till he cums. He drops the used condom in the trash can, zips up his pants and says: "Be a good girl, I'll be listening for you. No yelling or talking, but you may cum and moan." He leaves the small room, leaving the door slightly cracked.

After a few minutes a typical male college student comes into the little restroom with you. "Damn!" he exclaims, almost in a tone of disbelief. He urinates, then puts on a condom. He then proceeds to fuck you, with his hands on your hips to help steady his rhythm. After he cums, he puts the condom in the toilet and leaves. A few more minutes pass. A young couple comes into the bathroom, giggling and kissing. When they notice you, the girl says, "oh, excuse us." The boy then barrows a condom from the box and screws his girlfriend just inches away from you. They leave when they're done. After a few more minutes, a girl comes in. "Why didn't I think of that?" she says. She pees in the toilet and pushes you a little to the side so she can wash her hands. "Good luck!" she says as she leaves. Immediately another boy comes in. he puts on a condom and starts to fuck you. His hand go up your dress to your tits, which he fondles while he fucks you. "Thanks," he says when he's done and pops you on the ass as he leaves.

The boys start to come in regularly, one right after the other now. There must be a line out side the bathroom. Too many faces to remember, your pussy only remembering the bigger cocks. Occasionally a boy will fuck your ass, but most do your cunt.

After countless boys fucking you, you hear a commotion outside the bathroom: "End of the line," you hear someone say.

"Her time is up," you barely hear the quiet voice of your captor.

"Well I say you go to the en-aaahhh!" The boy's voice ends in a cry of pain, and you hear several sets of feet scamper off quickly. Your captor walks into the room. Looking into the condom box he says, "Two left, I must have miss counted. We'll have to find a place to use these." He unchains you from the sink, cuffs your hands behind you, and puts your jacket on your shoulders. Then he leads you out of the restaurant with one arm on your shoulders.

Chapter Thirteen

Walking to the mall takes the two of you more then an hour. When you finally get there, he chains you to a pipe out side the mall in a little, hidden alcove. He puts a gag in your mouth and tells you not to scream, he'll be back in a moment. He returns in a few minutes with a wheelchair, and puts you in it. "After being such a good girl during the walk, you deserve the rest," he says while taking the gag out and pushing you into the mall.

The first store in the mall he takes you into is a hobby shop. He looks at the role-playing books and the paintball guns. Then he looks at the painting supplies and picks up a couple small paint brushes like the kind in children's water color sets. Then he gets the store clerk to open the paint ball gun cabinet. After looking over the guns, he buys one, and the brushes, and a case of paintballs, and a compressed CO2 canister(to power the gun), and two safety masks(Paint balls hit with about the same force as a BB gun, so masks are required to protect face and ears in a paint ball game, even though it can't do much more then just sting if it hits you anywhere else).

The next store he takes you into is Spencer's novelty shop. There he buys a small vibrator, a large one, and one that has an artificial, wiggling tongue on the end of it. He also buys edible body paints, edible underwear, and a couple sets of red-fuzzy hand cuffs. When you leave that store, he uncuffs your hands from behind your back and uses the new fuzzy ones to bind each wrist to an arm of the wheel chair. "That should be more comfortable," he says as he shifts you back so your butt is against the back of the chair. Then he casually slides a finger into your ass from between the bottom of the chair's seat and it's back. He withdraws it and continues pushing you around the mall.

He walks you into Victoria's Secret, lingerie shop. The sales lady notices the large bags of previously purchased goods hanging on the back of the chair, but doesn't notice the fuzzy handcuffs. "How may I help you today?" the perky little sales lady asks cheerfully.

"We're looking for soft, lacy items to help celebrate an anniversary with," replies your captor.

"I think I can help you, right this way." She leads you to a rack filled with teddies, cat suits, and garters. He selects several in your size and asks if she can try some on. He explains that you can't move well and he has to go into the dressing room with you to help you try them on. The sales lady lets the two of you into a large dressing room(large enough to move the wheel chair around in). He undresses you and tries all the items on you, treating you like a giant doll. His erection is evident through his pants, but he doesn't do anything more sexual then casually brush against your breasts a little more then he has to. When he's done, he buys every item and has a catalog sent to your address. He does the same for several more clothing shops. Playing dress-up with you in the dressing rooms of "Sluts-R-us" type stores that sell hooker type clothing to teens.

He takes you into a few other stores, buying odds and ends like another box of condoms and a digital camera for your computer. The last stop is in the arcade. He walks around, with you, for a while in the arcade, then starts up a conversation with a couple of boys about the latest video games. After a while he asks the boys if they'd like to make a quick twenty bucks. They agree and the four of you go into a service hallway in the mall that says, "maintenance personal only." 

"We have to hurry, maintenance people could be by any minute. When I pick her up, sit down in the chair and put this on." He gives one of the boys a condom. He uncuffs you from the chair( the boys are just now noticing the cuffs), and picks you up. The boy puts the condom on and sits in the chair. Your captor then sits you in the boy's lap, making sure his dick goes into your ass. Spreading your legs wide, he tells the other boy to get on his knees in front of you and fuck your pussy. Any reservations the boys might have had about this unusual situation is quickly dissolved by the lust of the moment. Standing beside the chair, your captor turns your head toward him and pulls your face onto his cock. 

"You've been such a good girl today," he says as he controls the bobbing of your head with a firm grasp on your hair. The over excited boy in front of you cums way to soon. "Sex isn't truly over till the woman is satisfied. Put your tongue to her clitoris and finish what you've started," your captor instructs the boy in a firm voice. The boy is hesitant, but obeys, and starts to lick you. The boy obviously has never done this before, but any stimulation in that area feels good. Your captor decides you need a little more stimulation and reaches down into your dress to fondle your breasts. His other hand still in your hair, keeping your mouth on his dick.

When The boy's inexperienced tongue finally gets you off, your orgasm sets off one in the boy in your ass. Your muffled cries of pleasure also cause your captor to cum deep into your throat. He caresses your neck, encouraging you to swallow. A twenty dollar bill is given to each of the boys and you are pushed out of the mall. He hails a taxi and puts you in it, giving the wheel chair to a mall security guard to return to the service desk. 

You are pulled onto his lap during the ride home. He fucks you from underneath, bouncing you in his lap and kneading your breasts through your dress. The cab driver almost crashes when he realizes what's going on behind him. He takes the long way to your house, giving the two of you plenty of time to cum together.

When you get home and get inside, your captor says, "Now lets have some fun with our new toys." 

Chapter Fourteen

Once inside, back from your trip to the mall, your captor takes you right up to the bedroom and undresses you. He kneels you beside the bed and cuffs you to the bed post. Then he puts away all the clothing items he bought for you in their proper places. The toys he places in a box, under the bed. 

"And now for an experiment. Part one: soft." He speaks in a tone of voice like he's narrating a documentary TV show. He puts you up on the bed on your back, chaining one limb to each bed post. Then he pulls out the small child's water color paint brush and touches it lightly to your cheek. He gently moves it to one ear and swirls it around your ear lobe. He continues in gentle spirals down your neck and down the center of your chest. Then he starts to circle one of your breasts with the brush. The circles become smaller and smaller till he's brushing just around your nipple.

He continues to brush lightly around your nipple, changing to figure eight strokes so to flick the bristles across the center of the nipple every so often. Then he repeats the process with the other breast, slowly and gently circling till he's flicking the small brush across the nipple. When he is thoroughly satisfied with the hardness of both nipples, he moves down your body with the brush like he's painting a soft picture; using short, light strokes. He does extra swirling around your navel and continues down ward.

He barely touches your pubic hair with the brush, then goes down the length of one inner thigh in one long stroke. After tickling your feet for a moment, he pulls the brush back up the other thigh. Starting at the bed, he rubs the brush lightly across your sexual openings to your pubic hair in one long stroke, then back down and up again. He then focuses on your clit with short, lateral strokes, barely touching you with the brush the whole time. He changes his strokes occasionally, going from side to side to up and down to small circles to figure eights. This continues till you cum from the stimulation.

Once you calm down, he takes you to the bathroom and cuffs your hands to the shower spicket. "Part two: Hard." He says as he puts a safety mask on you. He puts some duct tape on your butt crack," for safety sake" he says. You hear and odd click sound behind you then a loud "POP!" sound echoes around the bathroom tile, accompanied by a sharp sting on one ass cheek. He shot you with the paintball gun. You can feel the paint dripping down the back of your leg. "POP!" he shoots the other cheek. It's like being hit with a giant BB gun. "POP!" he shoots you again in the first cheek. The paint slowly oozing down your legs is a sharp contrast to the sting of impact. "POP!" "POP!" "POP!" "POP!" "POP!" He empties the gun on you.

His aim varies from your lower back to your upper legs. From the intensity of the stinging, you think that you are becoming quite bruised all over your ass. He turns your body slightly and lets one shot graze past your breast, barely hitting the nipple as it splats on the wall in front of you. He shoots there again, coming a little closer this time, putting a red streak down the side of your tit. He does this a few more times. Splatter from the wall hits is dotting your safety mask, making it hard to see. He turns your body to the other side and streaks up the other breast, just to keep them even.

He reloads the gun and does another volley of shots on your ass. Then he places the gun against your skin and shoots. Nothing comes out but air, but the high pressure air stings a bit too, although not as bad as when a ball hits you. He steps into the shower with you and suddenly forces his dick up your ass. He starts pounding ferociously into your ass, reaching the gun around your body to blow stinging puffs of compressed air onto your nipples. The gun runs out of air and he drops it. Then reaching around and grabbing a tit in each hands, redoubles the fierceness of his ass pounding. He squeezes harder as he cums in your ass, his hip thrusts bruising you against the tile.

When he's done, he turns on the water and washes you off. As he's drying you he asks;" So, which do you like better; Hard or soft?"

Chapter Fifteen

You are carried from the tub to the bed. "I think 'Hard' suits you better," he says as he drops you abruptly onto the bed. He pulls your wrists over your head and cuffs them together, wrapping the cuffs around the center of the head board first. He flips you onto your belly, causing your wrists to cross. A chain is attached to one ankle, which is then attached to a bed post. He makes it tight, so you can't move you leg. His motions are deliberately harsh, treating your body the way a butcher might treat a hunk of meat. Another chain is wrapped around the other leg, at the knee. He bends the knee, pressing the chain between the upper and lower leg. Then wraps more chain around the leg so it can't be straightened. He pulls the chained knee as close to the head board as it will go and attaches the chain to a headboard-bedpost.

He gives your clit one last gentle kiss, then goes off to look through the new toys, giving your ass a good "SMACK!" with the palm of his hand as he moves away. He can't decide which toy to use, so he puts all the vibrators next to you on the bed. He very unceremoniously pushes a small vibrator into your ass. With another "SMACK!" he drives it home, all the way in. After a moments thought, he forces his fingers into your ass to pry the vibrator back out. He turns on the vibrator on and pushes it back into your ass, with another "SMACK!" to drive it in. He turns on the large vibrator.

He puts the large vibrator under you, between your breasts, and leaves you for a few moments. He comes back with a roll a duct tape. He squeezes your breasts together and starts wrapping duct tape around them so their nipples stay touching each other. He then takes another vibrator (the large one still squeezed between your breasts) and tapes it so the tip is against both nipples. He turns on that vibrator too.

The tongue shaped vibrator, the one that gyrates as well as vibrates, is pushed into your pussy, up to the hilt. He starts to play with the artificial tongue, twisting it inside you, pulling it out and forcing it back into you at different angles. He smacks your ass as he plays, "POP!". Twist. Thrust. Thrust. "POP!" Thrust. Twist. "POP!" He moves the plastic, wiggling tongue faster and faster, smacking your ass with his other hand in rhythm with the thrusting. He keeps this up for a while, smacking and thrusting, till the sight of your trussed up and abused body is too much for him to stand. His dick is so hard it's about to burst. 

He puts the tongue shaped dildo between his legs. Lining it up so that the tip of the tongue is even with the tip of his cock. Then he shoves both into your cunt at once. Forcing both objects into you as far as they will go, then pulling them out and forcing them in again. He starts to fuck you with both, hard and fast. Getting harder. Getting faster. One hand holding the plastic tongue in place between his legs. The other grabs onto your hair, pulling your head up, Using your hair as a rein to steady his upper body while he thrusts into you. He keeps getting faster and thrusting harder till he reaches the limits of his body. He keeps going at that frantic rate till you feel his warm slime burst into your cavity.

He pulls out of you, both dick and dildo. His fingers probe into your ass to pry the small vibrator free. He props the small vibrator up under you with some pillows so it presses against your clit. "This is messy. Clean it." He says as he's forcing the tongue shaped vibrator into your mouth. It doesn't even bother to turn it off. The wiggling tongue puts as much love juices outside your mouth as inside. Once you've sucked the tongue clean as best you can he throws it aside and straddles your stretched out arms.

"Now me. Make sure it comes out clean and hard," He says as he puts his dick into your cum dripping face. It's started to soften, but your lips' stimulation quickly reverses that. As his dick gets back to full firmness, his hips start to move back and forth. With a fist full of hair in each hand, he starts to fuck your mouth. After a while of sucking and gagging, he pulls out of your mouth and squirts cum all over your face. He puts his cock back into your mouth, letting you suck down the rest of his cum. When your done, he unchains you and lets you clean up. He wipes his cum from your face and lets you lick it from his fingers. While you wipe and lick up the rest of the cum, he rips the duct tape off your breast.




Enslaved & Degraded Ch. 01



My wife and I realized this wasn't an ordinary spa hotel when we were met at the front desk by an attractive woman (her name tag read "Monique") clad entirely in a business attire flanked by two well-built men in tight t-shirts and jeans. After confirming our reservation, Monique directed us to place our luggage on the table in front of her and remove all of our clothes "for sanitary reasons." When we balked slightly at this, she raised one eyebrow. "Use the dressing screens, if you feel modest. There are gowns provided as well." Sensing no choice about the matter, my wife and I complied. Behind the screens, we found two sheer hospital gowns, opening at the back, and put them on. We placed our clothes, wallets, watches and jewellery in a large plastic bag provided and returned to the desk. 

Julia, my wife, and I have been married for ten years. Life has been good to us, but somehow, our sex life had dwindled in the last while. That is until a couple of friends of ours, Pete and Michelle, gave us this mysterious gift, a reservation at a remote spa for adult couples. The card simply read, "Let our highly professional staff take CONTROL of your pleasure and relaxation" along with dates and directions. "It has done wonders for our marriage" Michelle added with an impish grin as we read the card. We had always suspected that Pete and Michelle experimented a great deal sexually, thanks to sly hints they dropped from time to time, but Julia and I were little too shy to ever do more than quickly change the subject. 

Now, though, here we were, in these light gowns, being led into the next chamber, by the mysterious desk clerk and one of her sidekicks. (The other had disappeared with all of our belongings which, we had been assured, we wouldn't be needing this weekend). The next room had a large shower in it. In a tone that brooked no argument, Monique told us to get in it. Something about the tone of her voice kept getting darker and more aggressive and, while I'd normally find this irritating, just now I was feeling pretty excited. Julia's breathing indicated to me that she was finding this pretty hot as well. I never thought I'd say this, but it was fun being ordered around!

We walked into the shower with our gowns on, causing Monique to growl in irritation. "The gowns?" she sneered. This time we hesitated too long and she glanced at her henchman. He calmly walked up to me and yanked on the gown. The thing must have been made out of paper, because it just tore off. Then he headed toward my wife, who shrunk away. I protectively made as if to stop him, but he simply pushed me aside and lunged for Julia's gown, tearing it off as she shrieked. Julia is an attractive woman. Tall, slender with longish blond hair, at 41, she has kept her body in marvellous shape. I momentarily admired her as she frantically tried to cover herself with her hands. This exciting situation already made me desire her like I hadn't in years. Indeed, I belatedly realised my cock was rising to the occasion just as the shower door slammed shut, and was locked! Monique came up to other side the glass wall and looked us over. 

"That little display was a mistake," she announced, "You'll pay for it." With that she turned a switch and a torrent of hot water poured on us. We barely had time to scream before the water abruptly switched to freezing cold. This went on for about ten minutes switching back and forth, until we were reduced to tears, huddled on the floor in the corner of the shower. After a long blast of the coldest water yet, it finally ended and the door was thrown open. Sitting on the floor, holding Julia, both of us completely drenched, felt incredible. I couldn't believe how turned on I felt, even though my penis was now shrivelled to a quarter of its normal size. Julia, her chest heaving and her nipples erect was as sexy looking to me right now as I had ever seen her. 

Unfortunately, this momentary glow didn't last. Both of the bruisers from the front door entered the shower and dragged us out, on our hands and knees, to the centre of the room. Ball gags were put on us. Then we were swiftly blindfolded. Completely deprived of sight, I could still hear Julia breathing hard next to me as we waited in excitement for what was to happen next. I could hear a door opening and someone walked in. Stiletto heels clicked on the tile floor, slowly circled us, then stopped in front of us. 

"So this is slave Julia and... slave Thomas," a new female voice with a slight accent calmly spoke. I felt my gut tighten at the mention of my name with "slave" in front of it. 

"Correct, madam." said Monique, "There has already been some insubordination. Mainly on the slut's part. But he also resisted."

"Very poor form," said this new voice, "Ah well. Slut! Slave Julia! This is your new mistress speaking. Mistress Elizabeth. Do you hear me?" Julia tried to speak, but of course she was gagged. "For now, dear, just moan once for yes and twice for no. Do you know how to moan or shall I teach you?" There was silence. Julia clearly didn't know whether to answer yes or no to this question. "I asked you a question you worthless whore! When I ask a question I want an answer. Now, do you know how to moan?" There was a slight pause and then I heard Julia let out a timid moan. "That won't do at all, slut. Not at all. I see now that I do have to teach you." I heard scuffling. Julia seemed to have been pushed to the floor. I don't know what happened next, but she let out a very loud desperate moan. "That's much better," said Mistress Elizabeth. I sensed her kneeling down between me and Julia and she spoke in a low voice. "Now then, bitch. From now on, you are my property. Do you understand?" Julia let out a soft moan. I heard a slap and Julia yelped. "Louder. Do you understand?" Julia let out a louder, plaintive moan. "As my property, you will have a simple life doing exactly what I say, won't you?" Julia moaned. "You'll follow your mistress's orders. You'll suck whomever I tell you to, whenever I tell you to. You'll be sucked if I desire it. You'll fuck whomever I command and you'll be fucked when and by whom I say. Isn't that right you filthy whore?" after a very short pause, Julia let out a resigned moan. Mistress continued in a whisper, "And make no mistake. You will be fucked. And you will be fucked often." Julia made no sound except heavy, excited breathing. "Good girl. Now I'm taking the gag and blindfold off you so you can see your mistress." There was a short pause while this was done. "There. Isn't that better? Say 'yes, Mistress Elizabeth'." 

Julia breathed out "Yes, Mistress Elizabeth," sounding as though she were on the brink of orgasm. 

"Now look up, dear, at your mistress. Do you like what you see?" 

"Yes, Mistress." There was a sound and then "Yes, Mistress Elizabeth."

"Now avert your eyes, slut. Lick my feet. Now." I heard licking and slurping sounds as Mistress continued "Monique I think this one is trainable. Let's get her shaved and try her out." I could hear Julia being picked up and moved to another part of the room.

"No, no!" she protested. 

"Perhaps. I spoke too soon." Said Mistress Elizabeth. "Let's be clear about this you worthless, loose whore. I say what happens here. You do as you're told and speak when spoken to... or else." I hear a snapping sound like a whip cracking. Julia started whimpering. "Now, these boys are going to shave your pussy. Is that alright with you, slave?"

"But... Mistress..." 

"Wrong answer! Put the gag back on her, lads and tie her up. Now, these boys are going to shave you. Because they are good and you are not, I'll let them lick whatever they shave. If you behave, I'll let you watch while they do the same to the slave who used to be your husband." I shivered. "Thought I forgot about you didn't you, slave Thomas?" 

I cringed. I didn't know what else to do, dripping wet, on my hands and knees, blindfolded and gagged. I heard the rapid clicking of Mistress's heels as she walked around behind me. Suddenly I felt a latex-gloved hand grab my cock and balls firmly. I shuddered as another gloved finger pressed against my rectum. All at once, she squeezed my cock and balls while pressing the finger up my ass. I screamed against the ball gag and collapsed to the floor. Mistress kept her hands in place and spoke softly but firmly, "He's a slow learner. Monique, hold him like this will you?" I felt momentary relief as the gloved hands released me. They were immediately replaced by Monique hands, however, and the grip and the pressure of Monique's finger in my ass was just as firm. A gloved hand reached to gently grasp my throat from behind and Mistress spoke softly into my ear. "Now listen to me carefully, fuck-slut slave-boy. I won't be nearly so lenient with you as I was with that sweet piece of ass that used to be your wife. Everything I said to her also applies to you, and vice versa, if I say so. What's good for the gander is good for the goose." As she said 'goose' Monique drove her finger even deeper into my ass, for emphasis. I squealed. "How pathetic he is" remarked Mistress, "No tolerance for pain at all. No wonder his wife is such a slut in need of a good fuck. She clearly isn't going to get it from this worthless pussy." Monique leaned closer so her lips were practically touching my ear and whispered softly "Are you ready to be shaved?" 

I grunted twice causing mistress to chuckle, "Oh yes, I think so. Monique, boys. Let's get him cleaned up." 

Monique pulled her finger out of my ass so fast it hurt almost as much as it did on the way in. I was lifted to my feet numerous hands and my arms were shackled to manacles hanging from the ceiling. I stood helplessly spreadeagled as my ankles were tied to points on the floor. I felt some sort of cream being spread all over me. The whole thing seemed so surreal I felt like I was losing consciousness until I felt the razors on my skin, all over my skin, shaving my body completely including my ass and around my balls. When they were finished I was sprayed with cold water from a hose, washing off the cream and shrinking my penis again. Finally the restraints were released and I fell to the floor. The gag was removed. My face was level with the floor as the blindfold was lifted. Before my eyes was a pair of black stiletto shoes. Mistress Elizabeth! 

"Look up, slave." she ordered. I slowly turned my head up to see the woman who had me under her control. She had dark skin, wore fishnet stockings, a black PVC mini skirt and bra. The PVC gloves and studded collar completed the outfit. She had long legs, large breasts, long hair and a cruel expression on her face. In her hand was a leather riding crop. "Get up on your knees. Now." I scrambled to my knees and someone, Monique, grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them behind me. Mistress Elizabeth stood before me with her crotch just inches away from my face. "You want to be a good boy don't you, Thomas?"

"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth." I quickly blurted. 

"That's good." She held something up. "Do you know what this is, slut?" I waited too long to reply and felt the sharp lash of her crop against one of my nipples. "Answer when spoken to, you worthless fuck. This is called a butt-plug. It's going to help make your ass nice and ready to be fucked."

I started to say, "Mistress, no, please..." but was slapped across the mouth by the crop. Mistress knelt down in front of me and grabbed my balls. 

"If you want to keep these, slut-boy, you'll watch that mouth of yours. It should only open when I tell it to, got that?"

"Yes Mistress Elizabeth."

"Better. Now I was going to lubricate this but since you can't fucking behave, here you go." She pressed my face down to the tile floor and shoved the plug up my ass. I couldn't help making a sound of pain. "That's right, bitch. It hurts, doesn't it? DOESN'T IT?"

"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth!" 

"From now on, every time you fuck up, that slut your wife will get a double punishment. Do you want her to pay for your fucking mistakes, asshole?"

"No Mistress Elizabeth."

"Then you had better not fuck up again. Now, you're going to learn how to suck cock and get fucked like a good little whore, aren't you Thomas?"

"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth"

"Good." She fastened a collar around my neck and attached a chain to it. "Now turn around."

I shifted on my knees until I was facing the opposite direction. Across the room from me, Julia was shackled to the wall and gagged. Her arms and legs were spread wide. The two men, now completely naked, were taking turns sucking on her nipples and her now bare pussy. Her eyes met mine for an instant, telling me she was okay. Then they rolled back and she continued wriggling and moaning as the 'torture' continued. Mistress Elizabeth grabbed me by my leash and dragged me over to Julia's crotch. 



"Now, slut-boy, do this bitch a favour and moisten her pussy for me." Julia already seemed quite moist but there was no arguing here as my face was planted into her bare pussy. I lapped eagerly at her juices, feeling my cock rise once again to full attention. Julia shivered, shuddered and moaned through the gag as I worked away at her cunt until Mistress pulled my head back and placed an enormous, double headed dildo in its place. Julia nearly jumped out of the shackles as Mistress worked it in deeper and deeper. Then she pulled it out and reversed it. 

"Now, Thomas, your first lesson in cock-sucking. Take that in your mouth." Nervously, I opened my mouth and took as much of the dildo as I could without gagging. I could still taste Julia's juices on it, which made it seem more palatable, and before long I was sucking away, my face only inches away from my wife's pussy. 

Next, the men unshackled Julia and lowered her to the floor. I noticed they had placed a collar around her neck that had the words "fuck me" on it. I could only imagine that I had something similar or worse written on mine. It was hard to believe that we had been so completely enslaved and humiliated in such a short time. Julia was brought to her hands and knees in front of me facing away. Her body was covered in sweat by now, and just the smell of her made me want to fuck her right there. 

Mistress had other plans, however. 

Brandishing a second butt-plug like the one currently residing in my ass, Mistress Elizabeth knelt beside Julia. "Have you ever fucked slave-Julia up the ass, boy?" she asked me. I was embarrassed. I had always been curious, but we had never tried such a thing. 

"Uh, no mistress." I replied. 

"Well, well. Then it's past time we initiated that sweet ass of hers, don't you think, slut-boy?"

I hesitated. Glancing at Julia, I could see she was trembling with excitement. But I had waited too long to answer. Mistress grabbed one of my nipples between two gloved fingers and twisted, hard until I yelped in pain. "You stupid fucker. You never learn. Now. What did I tell you would happen to her when you fucked up?"

"That...uh...that she would be punished double." I blurted out. 

"Very good." With a final savage twist, she released my nipple and turned to Julia. She took one of Julia's nipples with each hand and twisted both at the same time. My wife whimpered and convulsed slightly, but otherwise managed to control herself. "You understand, darling, that you useless fuck-slut husband left me no choice but to do this to you. You'll have to find a way to repay him for that, later." She released her hands. "Now, you're going to be fucked in the ass. Not by him, of course." She chuckled, "after all, he hardly deserves it. No first we'll use this butt-plug, and then... well, we'll see. Still, to make things easier on you, I'm going to allow him to lubricate your ass, with his tongue. But only if you say 'please.' So, what do you say?"

"Please mistress, please." Julia gasped.

"Please what?"

"Please let him... lubricate... my ass... with his tongue. Mistress. Please."

Hearing Julia say something so dirty nearly made me cum right then and there. 

"Very well, you slut-whore. I'll let him do it. But I want to hear you keep saying 'thank, you mistress' while he does it. As soon as you stop, so does he." Mistress pushed my head toward Julia's ass. "Do a good job, slave-Thomas, because that's the only lubrication she's going to get today."

I gently took Julia's cheeks in my hands and spread them open. I lowered my head to her opening and rimmed it with my tongue. Julia started gasping, "Thank you mistress, thank you mistress" over and over and I plunged my tongue deeper into her hole. It's strange, but I don't think I had ever felt more deeply in love with her than at this moment. 

Perhaps my enjoyment was too visible, because Mistress soon pulled me back and replaced my tongue with the butt-plug, causing Julia to shudder with the new sensation. 

"There, there, you two," Mistress purred in a strangely sweet voice, "you have done well. Just relax now. All that hard work! Here have a drink." The men brought us glasses of clear liquid. 

"Thank you, Mistress, oh thank you, thank you." Julia and I fell over ourselves in our gratitude to Mistress for her mercy. We straightened on our knees side by side in front of her. Naked, shaved, humiliated; it didn't matter. With her sudden kindness it was as if Mistress had erased all of the torment that had come before. 

"Shhh. There, there." she whispered, "just relax and drink up." 

I had not realised how thirsty I was. We each took a glass of water and downed it. Monique had placed some large cushions on the floor and Julia and I set ourselves upon them gingerly because of the butt plugs. Gradually, the sense that we wearing nothing but collars was returning along with the humiliation we had just endured. Here we were, enslaved and degraded at the feet of these two women and their helpers. How could this have happened? 

That's when I tried to stand up and realised I couldn't move my legs. My arms had become numb dead weight as well. I was beginning to feel light-headed. What had they put in that water?

My wife slumped to the floor just seconds before I did. I could see that her eyes were closed, then mine shut but I could still hear Mistress' voice. 

"Monique, you idiot. They're passing out. You mixed too strong a dose. They're meant to be paralysed, not unconscious!"

"I'm so sorry, Mistress. Please forgive me."

"Oh, it's all right, Monique. You have much to learn. Well, I suppose that's enough for today, anyway. What do you think so far?"

"He's a talented ass-licker, Mistress. Will he perform as well on anyone?"

"He will when we're finished with him. And she'll have her uses, too. But they both need much more training and there's so little time."

"Can we push them much harder without breaking their spirits, Ma'am?"

"Oh, yes. Monique, why don't you run the session tomorrow? It will be excellent practice for you."

"If it pleases you, Mistress."

"It does. There's something so pathetic about these two. Monique, make me a copy of tomorrow's video tape... and today's. Then we can review your work together later." 

In my last shred of consciousness, I thought 'tape?' Then I was out. 

To Be Continued



Enslaved & Degraded Ch. 02



The sound of a click brought me back to earth from a deep sleep. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a sumptuous hotel suite. My eyes tracked about the room, taking it in. I was lying on my side in a luxurious bed. Behind me I could sense Julia breathing slowly and deeply, still asleep. Heavy curtains hung closed on one side of the room which was decorated with carved wooded furniture. I shifted my head slightly and saw a trolley with a coffee pot and breakfast things on it. Steam was gently rising from the pots, so I presumed it had just arrived. The click that had woken me must have been the door closing on the porter's way out. 

I felt disoriented, unable to remember anything but a vivid dream of humiliation, bondage, oral sex... Even thinking about it gave me a warm feeling in my groin. If I could have sexy dreams like that all the time... but still, why couldn't I remember what had really happened since checking in? We had been promised a romantic getaway, we had checked in, there was a woman named Monique... What else? 

Perhaps a cup of coffee would clear my head. With great effort, I pulled myself out of the bed and made my way toward the breakfast trolley. Two steps out of the bed I caught my reflection in a rather large wall mirror and stopped short with a gasp. 

I could see in the mirror that I had a black leather collar around my neck. And that I was completely devoid of body hair from the neck down. I saw that a metal tag dangled from the collar. It read "Pussy Slave." A warm charge shuddered through my body. How the hell had this happened? Had Julia done this? My cock, looking very exposed with no pubic hair, quickly swelled as I watched it from semi to fully erect. Everything seemed wrong and right at the same time. I should have felt worried but I was so excited.

Through the mirror I saw Julia stir and sit up, bewildered. She was wearing a collar as well. I turned to face her, not failing to notice her luscious tits, which were peeking out from the bedcovers. 

"How did we get...?" she started to ask, trailing off as she peered around the room.

"I don't know" I responded playfully, "I thought... I mean I had these really intense dreams... But now," I pointed to my collar, "It's like some of it really happened."

As the realisation sank in on Julia her right hand moved involuntarily over her stiffening nipples, "Oh my god," she breather, "that was so intense..." She trailed off, her eyes moving down to my naked penis and back up my body to the collar. "Oh my god." she said again, probably unaware that her grip was tightening around her breast while her left hand, under the covers, was almost certainly touching her smoothly shaven pussy. 

"I see you have a collar, too." I said. 

Her hand went up to her neck and touched the collar and the tag. "What does mine say?" she asked in a hushed voice. Her breathing was becoming shorter and heavy as the memories of the past day flooded back. Like me, she was getting very excited. 

"It says, 'Fuck Me.'" I told her as I moved toward her, "And I think I will. Right now."

"Oh, yes," she gasped, letting herself fall back on the bed, "Fucking fuck me right now."

I started to move toward the bed, slowly, letting the anticipation grow but I was stopped short by a woman's voice.

"Thomas. Do not even think about touching her." I spun around to see Monique's face on the now illuminated TV set. It felt like she was looking right at me and, in spite of myself, I covered my privates with my hand.

"Good morning, Julia and Thomas" She said, causing us to look at each other in surprise, "I'm afraid the dosage of the chemical you ingested yesterday tends to temporarily cloud short term memory. In case you don't remember me, my name is Monique. You're here on a holiday, arranged by your friends Pete and Michelle - more about them later. Right now you have an important decision to make. Thomas, would you wheel the tea cart over to the bed and get in, please?"

Silently, self-consciously, I did as I was told. As soon as I climbed back into my side of the bed, Monique continued, confirming that she could see into the room. 

"This morning you are probably experiencing flashbacks as if of an intense sexual dream. This 'dream' may turn you on (and I suspect it does) or it may not. Either way you have a choice. Look around you. This is the equivalent of a five-star luxury hotel suite. You can enjoy it as such and return to your lives as if nothing happened but a strange, shared dream. Once your body hair grows back you'll have trouble deciding if any of this was real or just your imagination. You may never even mention it to one another. Over time it will simply fade away, as dreams do. 

"The alternative is more challenging. It will change your lifestyle irreversibly. If you choose this path, you will choose to continue down the path you merely glimpsed yesterday. You will cede control to us and your new owners and for the rest of the weekend (or more, who knows?) you will enter a sensual realm beyond your imaginings. Your sexual servitude will be enforced and there will be no turning back. 

"The choice is yours. Here is what you must do. Thomas, pour a cup of coffee for each of you."

I poured the coffee, black into two cups and passed one to Julia beside me. 

"After you drink the coffee," Monique continued, "you will feel drowsy and you will slip into a brief sleep. We will enter the room after that. If we find you have removed the collars from your necks, we will collect them and leave your luggage. You will wake and the place will be yours. Enjoy yourselves and leave when you wish. If we find that you have elected to leave your collars in place... Well...," she chuckled, "if we find you like that we will collect you instead. Now, please, enjoy your coffee and make your decision."

With a flash the image of Monique faded from the screen. I turned to face Julia and saw, to my horror that she was already bringing the coffee cup to her lips. 

"Julia, wait. Shouldn't we discuss this first?"

"Of course, honey. I was just having a sip." She paused and look me in the eye. "What do you want, baby?" 

I took a sip from the cup to match hers. "Well, I'm not sure. I mean it was pretty exciting..."

"It was, wasn't it?" She took another sip. "It was like the hottest wild fantasy that I never imagined living out," 

"But maybe we should slow down a bit, honey." I said, "I mean we don't know where this is going. How it will change our lives..."

"But that's why it's so exciting. Anyway, it's just for the weekend." (or maybe more, I remembered Monique saying...) "We're way out here. No one knows where we are, not our family or friends... except Pete and Michelle and they must have been through all this and they obviously survived. No one ever needs to find out about this except them. They gave us this present. They know how we need this. How I need this," she paused and dropped her eyes, "Didn't it make you excited to be dominated like that?"

"Yes, it did but..." I took another sip, and so did she.

"Did it turn you on when Mistress handled you so roughly and so... intimately?"

"Yes." We both took another sip, breathing heavily. 

"What about when you saw me tied up and being... licked by those boys. Did you like that?"

Yes." I whispered. 

"When you licked the... dildo... and my pussy and... my... ass... Was that good for you?"

"Oh, yes. God yes!"

Julia drained her cup and looked me. I finished my coffee and put our cups back on the cart. 

I turned back to Julia. She was lying back in the bed, her eyes half closed. "Go to sleep, honey." she murmured. What was happening to us was starting to really happen. It made me nervous. 

"Wait, honey." I said, "Stay with me. This is too fast. I need to think this through."

I reached for the collar around my neck, trying to find the buckle to release it. I met Julia's eyes briefly as they rolled back into her head and she passed out. My fingers closed around the buckle but I couldn't move it... couldn't move them... couldn't move at all... fell onto the bed... into blackness. 

***

Dark. Hot. Damp. 

I tried to make sense of the world I couldn't see. I was blindfolded, still naked, covered in sweat. My mouth, covered with tape. The air was hot, almost like a sauna. I was seated upright on some kind of wooden bench, my arms at my sides each tied fast to another person's arm. My back against another. Seated back to back with... Julia? I could hear her, feel her breathing. 

I couldn't hear anything else except a low, throbbing hum through the floor. I tried, tentatively to move my feet and found them tied together by the same kind of cord that was holding our arms. I tried to move my arm and felt tension across my body. I began to realise that cord was everywhere. Not just wrapped around our arms and legs but across my chest and around my groin. It was even tautly looped around the base of my cock and balls, pulling them together in a strange bundle. Every slight move I tried to make resulted in a tightening everywhere, on both of us. 

This was about to be demonstrated as I could sense Julia starting to awaken. Her breathing accelerated and I began to feel the intense constriction as she panicked and tried to move. I tried not to flinch as she wildly struggled against the bonds, inflicting pain upon both of us. In spite of being gagged, our moans of pain were so loud that my ears were filled with her agonised whimpers and mine. The rope squeezed tightly in about a hundred places on my body and hers. Gradually, she was able to get control of herself and stop twitching. Back to back, we slowed our breathing down together. It was so hot that I was now drenched in sweat, which was soaking into the cord. 

That's when I became aware of the laughing. Somewhere in the room people were laughing and clapping; at least two people -a man and a woman, but maybe more. 

"That was simply excellent," said a woman, Monique, from about ten feet away, "The way you two torture yourselves is so effective, you leave almost nothing for us professionals to do," she chuckled again, "but I'm sure we'll come up with something, sinister." This elicited more laughter and scattered applause from the room of, it now seemed, perhaps half a dozen people. 

As the noise died down, I could hear the clicking of footsteps in stiletto-heeled boots moving toward us. The room fell completely silent as the footsteps moved closer with a slow, casual, almost languid gait. I held my breath as I could feel Monique's presence just inches away from my left side. She stood there in silence, as if contemplating what to do. Then the footsteps began again as she slowly circled us, coming to a stop on my right side. 

"As you can see, masters and mistresses, Master Wolf has done an excellent job of trussing these two together in such a way that if either of them moves both of them will feel the constriction... and the resulting pain." As she said this she tugged at the cord in several places, making me want to scream. "This is an excellent way to introduce your slaves to total obedience, since not even the slightest rebellion goes unpunished." 

For some reason, at this point Julia flinched, and the cord tightened around us. I can only assume Monique had hurt her in some way. 

"Now we begin to learn about our slaves," she continued, "What are their thresholds of pain? How much can they endure without flinching? On the one hand, the punishment for moving is constant. Knowable." 

Monique's gloved finger gently traced a path from my neck down to my groin, taking hold of my growing cock. 

"On the other hand, the stimulus offered can be quite..." She squeezed tightly and twisted, causing me to nearly implode in agony, "...unexpected."

I lost it and writhed in the bonds, feeling the pain and its effects on Julia, too, both of us screaming through our covered mouths, unable to stop until Monique released me. 

The group applauded again. I felt so ashamed, embarrassed at this semi-public humiliation. 

"What a wimp," Monique blandly commented before leaning over to breathe into my ear, "I'm going to make you my little bitch."

She straightened again and addressed the others, "Of course, pure physical pain isn't for everyone. There so many more interesting ways to make them suffer. Master Wolf, will you join me here please?"

Another set of footsteps approached and circled to stop near Monique. 

"First of all, Wolf, my compliments on your rope work. It is clearly very effective." There was scattered clapping. "Now, would you be kind enough to demonstrate the next steps, please."

"Thank you, yes," his voice was slightly hoarse, with a noticeable eastern European accent, "You want to take the action to the next level, you need to loosen the bonds somewhat." I felt his hand on my chest, pulling the cord slightly away from my body. 

"The easiest is to make one cut in this line," I shivered at the sudden chill of a steel blade sliding between my skin and the cord. It must have been a five or six inch long knife. I held my breath. My discomfort was obvious and Wolf chuckled softly to himself, letting the blade linger in place before finally twisting it to cut the cord in one quick motion. 

The bonds now felt looser and I started to relax and breath again. Wolf grabbed my chin in his hand and put the knife blade against my throat. He brought his face against mine, facing almost cheek to cheek in the same direction. "Did I tell you to fucking relax, you fucking worm?" he rasped in a low voice. 

I stopped breathing again. This guy was terrifying. But somehow, amidst my awareness of his stubble against my cheek, his hot breath almost on my taped mouth, I felt a thrill in my gut. My cock straining against the cords around its base. I gave two meek grunts to answer his question. 

"Monique, " he said quietly, "I'm going to need his mouth open in time. I'm going to pull the tape."

"That is fine, Wolf. As you wish."

"Thank you." He released me and straightened up, "Now, the bonds are looser. They have some movement. But only a few inches here or there. Watch." In one quick jerk he pulled the tape off my mouth. I recoiled in pain, quickly finding the limits to my freedom as the cords constricted again, putting both Julia and myself into further pain. "You see? We have just enough slack to have some fun with our slaves." He leaned his head back in toward me, his lips almost brushing mine. "Are you happy to have your mouth open, pussy slave?" he asked in a low voice. I could practically feel his lips moving as he said it. I now had enough freedom to pull my head away, but I didn't dare. 

Instead I breathed back my response, "Yes Master Wolf." 

"That's good, slave, because I'm going to put something in it." I tried not to react as my pulse raced. "But first, " he said slightly louder, "I need to fuck this wife of yours." 

Julia flinched involuntarily. Wolf chuckled and so did the audience. He left me and I heard him circling around to face her. "How about it, bitch? You ready?"

Julia moaned. I could feel her body tensing. I supposed she was blindfolded like me and couldn't see exactly what was coming. 

"Now look, people," Wolf continued, "you see the way I have tied her so accessing her pussy will not be a problem. And now that they are slightly loosened, I have all the room for motion I need, while they both still feel the constriction. In a way, it is as though I am fucking them both at the same time." 

For the next minute or so, no one spoke and I couldn't be sure exactly what was happening. Julia made a series of moaning sounds, each time higher than the last, and flinched from time to time. I tried to relax into those spasms to make it easier for both of us. It felt like it was hotter than ever in the room. And moist, I was now completely soaked in sweat and could feel it running down Julia's back. I concluded we must be in some kind of large sauna that was also a sort of theatre. 

Then it was clear that Wolf had entered her from the new sound she made and the way she leaned into me. 

"That's it slut. Take it all." Wolf's voice was closer to my ear now. He might as well have been speaking to me, "You never had a cock so big as mine, eh?"

He began rocking her, and me, slowly at first, almost teasingly. The deeper he pushed into her, the more the ropes gripped my flesh. My only release was when he withdrew and she relaxed. She had settled into a kind of whimpering, moaning sound that I'd never heard before. It rose in arcs, reaching crescendo as Wolf plunged his full depth into her. 

"I think I will make her come, eh, slave,?" Wolf spoke to me, "Maybe more than you ever did, eh? Maybe you don't know how to fuck her at all. Maybe I will show you something. Here," He reached his hand around my face and put two of his fingers on my mouth, "You taste." I opened my mouth and let his fingers in. I could taste her pussy juice all over them. He was still fucking her as he did this. "You like, slave?" He pulled his fingers out enough for me to speak. 

"Yes, Master Wolf." 

"You thank me!"

"Thank you Master Wolf"

"You thank me louder." He thrust harder into Julia.

"Thank you Master Wolf!" I practically shouted. 

"Your mouth needs warming up. Monique?"

While Wolf kept up the pace, Monique addressed the room for the first time in so long, I had almost forgotten she was there. "A side show. You all saw this one lick his wife's ass on the videotape. Is there anyone out there who'd like to see what else his tongue can do?" a pause, "Yes, you? Really? Well come on up here then, Mistress."

Through the increased pressure of Wolf's pounding and the moaning from Julia I heard more steps, a bit of giggling and shifting, and then I felt a woman's bare leg slip between mine. She lifted her other leg upon the bench beside my waist in such a way that, when Wolf was thrust me forward, my mouth came very near where her pussy would be. 

"I don't need to tell you what to do, do I, Pussy-slave?" purred Monique, "Get to work."

The woman standing over me took hold of my head with her hand, and the on Wolf's next thrust, she pulled my face into her snatch. It was clean-shaven like Julia's, and I thought to myself how odd it was to be encountering a shaven pussy again, for the second time ever, in such a short span of time. 

Whoever this woman was, she was athletic. She began to sway back forth in time with the rest of us, so that my mouth never lost contact with her smooth labia. Feeling strangely disoriented, I pushed my tongue between her lips, tasting the familiar juices and teasing her clit. I was amazed that I could do this at all under the circumstances, but it seemed to be working as the grip on my head tightened. 

The heat, the moisture. The motion, the constriction. The sensory deprivation, the sensory overload. 

I was becoming light-headed, as though I would pass out soon. 

Then it happened. Julia climaxed. A convulsive orgasm tightened like a vice on my body. A flood of juices poured into my mouth. I couldn't breathe. Time seemed to stop. Everything felt like it was hanging in mid-air, about to collapse. And it did. 

I might have blacked out for a couple of seconds. The next thing I remember, I was slumped into the cords breathing heavily in time with post-orgasmic Julia. There was no woman on top of me. Wolf was silent, or gone, and there was spirited clapping from the audience. Through the whole of that experience the cord had become quite loose, now just holding us together. 

Something else had happened. My blindfold had been jarred ever so slightly upward and when I opened my eyes I could see -very little, but I could see. At the first the light, though dim, seemed so bright my eye took a moment to adjust. I could see shapes and some movement though. 




Enslaved & Degraded Ch. 02



"That's the end of today's demonstration. Master Wolf," said Monique, "let's get this mess straightened up." I could see the floor clearly now and myself with ropes all over me. And to the side, a pair of legs in shiny black boots - Monique. 

Wolf started unwinding the cord off of me and Julia. I could see his bare feet when he passed in front of me. 

The floor was made of woods slats, cedar, so I presumed that I really was in some overgrown sauna. 

I sat like a rag doll, exhausted, while my arms were released from my sides and re-tied together at the wrists behind me. Some kind of low-voiced conversation was taking place across the room but I couldn't quite make out any words. 

Having worked on Julia for a while, Wolf unwound the ropes around my legs and stopped short at my crotch.

"Monique! Look at this," he called. By peeking through the gap in the blindfold, I realised in horror what he was referring to. There was cum, my cum spilled over the rope and my leg. I hadn't even realised that I had ejaculated in the midst of all the excitement. I saw Monique's gloved hand gather most of it up. 

"Disgusting," she said. "Here, eat this you worthless fuck." With that, Wolf grabbed my jaw and held my mouth open while she smeared her hands contents into me. "Don't you fucking dare spit that out!" she warned me. Wolf brought a roll of electrical tape and taped my mouth shut. "You can swallow that or you can hold it in your mouth as long as you want for all I care." 

She walked around to face Julia. "Wolf, there a similar mess over here. Look at it seeping out of her cunt. Disgusting. Come on, let's clean this properly." 

They both stepped back. I heard a metallic squeaking sound from a few feet away, like a rusty chain. 

All of a sudden an incredible rush of freezing water dropped on us from above. 

I screamed through the tape and fell to the floor, no longer constricted except by my wrists and ankles as wave after wave washed over. I rolled around, crashing painfully into the bench and away trying to find someplace to hide from the onslaught. Finally, I just gave and lay there on the very edge of consciousness. The water slowed to a stream and then stopped completely. 

I couldn't move. And to make matters worse I had obviously swallowed the load of my own cum. Not that I couldn't still taste it. 

Lying on my side on the floor, I could see more of the room than I had before. I saw what had to be Wolf about ten feet away guiding a chain that was receding into the ceiling. The trigger for our water torture. Wolf was medium height with a muscular build. He seemed in his late forties or early fifties with silvery blond hair. He wore a black leather vest and a belt which held his knife and nothing else. His cock, now mostly flaccid, was still formidable and I couldn't help thinking that it had just been in my wife.  

From where I was I couldn't see Julia but I could see Monique talking to someone just at the periphery of my vision. Monique was wearing the boots and gloves I had already noticed, a mini-skirt and a latex lace-up corset top. The man she was talking to was wearing an expensive looking grey leisure suit. 

Though they were about fifteen feet away and talking in hushed tones, at least the man was, I was starting to make out words. 

"...the schedule can only be moved so fast," Monique was saying. 

The reply was inaudible. 

"Yes, of course we'll move as quickly as we can. But we have work to do as well. We have to get today's tape... (inaudible) ... Don't worry. Everything will work out nicely. Trust us." 

The man's reply was again inaudible. But familiar. I remembered where I had seen that outfit he was wearing. It was my friend Pete's. 

"Hey! What are you doing?" Wolf abruptly rolled me over, "His blindfold is skewed!" 

Then he pressed a cloth over my nose and I began to spin way, way away. 

"Do you think he saw me?" said faraway Pete.

"I seriously doubt it," said faraway Monique, "Now the sooner we can..." And then her voice faded away too. 

(End of Chapter Two)



Enslaved at My Feet



Today my slave cleaned my apartment, did my laundry, washed my car, made me lunch, took my dog for a walk, and went grocery shopping for me. He paid for my groceries and made a car payment for me, too. As I sit before my computer this afternoon, my slave is beneath my desk and he is gently sucking my toes. It feels wonderful and very relaxing. I feel reflective. 

Many men seem to be confused on the issue of female domination. They mistakenly think that domination means telling the Mistress about their fantasies and fetishes, and then having their dreams fulfilled by her. That's not how it works. A true Mistress does not have a menu from which men can order to satisfy their sexual appetite. A slave's duty is to serve his Mistress by unselfishly providing her with pleasure, service, and amusement. He gives, she takes. That is what female domination is about. 

I view a man's fetishes as a tool with which I can train him to conform to my expectations. As a dancer, my feet are always sweaty, tired, and smelly when I get home from work. That's when a foot slave is most useful to me. My current slave was submissive and had a foot fetish when I first met him; however, he had a strong preference for squeaky clean, perfumed feet. It was obvious that he was a spineless wimp with no ego and was willing to do anything to earn a place at my feet. He had potential. I knew that with a little training and conditioning, he could become an efficient slave to me. 

To begin with, I agreed to let him come over a couple times a week to clean my apartment and run some errands for me. When his chores were finished, I reciprocated by allowing him to give me a pedicure or a foot massage. I knew how desperately he wanted to kiss and lick my feet and suck my toes, but I pretended to be disinterested. Actually, doing so took a quite bit of willpower on my part; I'd had my feet orally serviced by men in the past and absolutely love it. Withholding my feet, sort of like a carrot on a string, increased the power I held over my slave and he became increasingly docile in the hopes of winning my favor. Before long, he was not only doing my laundry and housework, he was buying me expensive gifts, too. I actually had him begging for my feet. It was great! 

Once I had manipulated him into contributing money towards my bills, I began permitting my slave to orally worship my feet. The first few times were right after my pedicure, when my feet were fresh and perfumed with floral scented bath oil. From the very beginning, I was pleased with his foot worship skills. He was a natural born foot licker and toe sucker. Saying that worshiping my feet made him aroused would be an understatement, but I refused to let him get off in my presence. I told him he could take matters in hand when he got home. 

In the next phase of my training strategy, I had my slave tonguing and sucking my feet before giving me a pedicure. My feet weren't really dirty in the early stages, but had a mild, natural scent. At this point in my conditioning of him, I would occasionally rub the bulge in his pants with one foot while he serviced the other. It is the same principal as with Pavlov's dog. I was teaching him to associate the smell and taste of my unwashed feet with his own pleasure. Each time he served me, I made sure my feet were increasingly soiled. And I'd bring him closer to climax each time.

Finally, when I had gotten to the point that he was obediently tongue bathing my reeking feet when I had gotten home from work, I let him take his dick out and jack off right there in my living room. Before long, he was enthusiastically licking the filthy soles of my feet clean after I had gone barefoot outside. Then I had him polishing my dancing shoes with his tongue, licking them spotlessly clean both inside and out. Each time he performed these tasks, I let him get off. This reinforced his behavior. The fragrance, flavor, and humiliation of worshiping my dirty feet quickly became his greatest source of arousal. Once I had him so well trained that just sniffing my unwashed feet gave him a boner, I gradually started denying him masturbation privileges. 

As it is now, he will ardently use his tongue to bathe and massage my feet regardless of their condition. I occasionally permit my slave to jack himself off as he worships my dirty feet, and he considers this a very special treat. Actually, I allow my slave's self-gratification to reinforce his craving for my dirty feet. Masturbation while at my feet, the reward he so dearly cherishes, serves to make him increasingly devoted to me. 

My efforts and patience in training my slave have been well-rewarded. I've molded and conditioned him to meet my expectations of what a slave should be. 

My slave's gratification is of no concern to me; however, he's learned to relish the humble fulfillment that comes from worshiping my dirty, sweaty, smelly, feet. In his mind, I am doing him great favor by allowing him to wash my feet with his tongue. He loves doing exactly what I want him to do, and he feels indebted to me for allowing him to do it. I've got him wrapped around my little toe. My slave is required to earn the privilege of worshiping my dirty feet with his complete subservience to me. 

He is truly enslaved at my feet.