1 comments/ 28256 views/ 1 favorites Evelyn's Life is Far From Rosy By: SplendidSpunk I stood in the kitchen watching Mistress Valerie nod to someone on her cell phone. My mind was reeling about what had just happened and my head still hurt from being dragged back into the kitchen by my hair. Yet I knew just by looking at Mistress' face that I was going to be punished for this, but how and how much I would never have imagined. My reverie was snapped as Mistress's hand impacted first with the left side of my face and then the right side was backhanded without pause. "You, go out and clean up the mess." Mistress began to give orders to the staff. "You take a tray and feed the guests. You prepare another tray for our slut. You get the whip and bells." The people in the kitchen flew to obey her. I tried to make myself small and get out of everyone's way but my efforts were not successful as Mistress' hand once again found my cheeks. "Keep your posture, slut. Head erect, pussy forward, smile." I obeyed her at once but still her hand moved quickly across my face leaving stinging handprints. So concerned was I about her orders I'd forgotten to respond. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." I cried out as her hand receded to her side. A man walked up and handed her a short flexible whip, while he then went to stand behind me holding a longer but similar item in his hands. I saw Mistress nod slightly, then felt intense pain as the object in the man's hands impacted with my upper thighs. "Eeeiiiiiioooowwwww." Mistress used her smaller whip and lashed at my tits while saying, "Posture, pussy forward, smile." Before I could react my thighs were assaulted again and I cried out in pain as quickly now the man swatted one then the other thigh. Mistress slashed her whip across my nipples and the combined pain erupted from me. "Eeeiiiiiiioooooowwwwwwww." But the torment continued as I struggled to accept my punishment and recall what I should be doing. The man behind me was methodically moving his lash strokes up my backside, now centering on my ass cheeks while Mistress alternated her strikes between my tits, nipples and belly all the while saying. "Posture, pussy forward, smile." I tried to straighten but the stinging sensation on my backside caused me to impulsively try to evade and I lost my posture, while Mistress frontal assault cause my body to reverse. I knew I had to get control. It was the only thing that would end my torment. I focused on the blows, told myself that the pain could be converted and that I could control it. "Posture, pussy forward, smile." "Thank you Mistress, yes Mistress," I babbled while I tried to stand tall, push my pelvis forward and smile as I was lashed. "Smile, slut." I forced a smile on my face while I did my best to accept the sharp stinging sensation that now covered the back of my legs, my ass and my chest. Finally at a nod from Mistress the lashing of my backside stopped and I sighed. "Posture, pussy forward, smile," Mistress screamed at me while she lashed at both nipples with her whip. I quickly gathered my wits and stood as required and responded. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress!" I kept myself rigid in the correct posture as Mistress stepped away and I was able to see myself in the mirror. My chest was stripped in red lines; a crazy quilt of lines and my nipples look swollen from the punishment. "Turn slut." "Yes, Mistress," I remembered to say as I complied and saw in the mirror she held up to my backside. It was another red quilt that covered my legs and ass, dark red angry lines crisscrossing my ass. "Master wanted you striped for your insolence in ruining his guests food. You will now be sent back out there so the guests can see what a stupid, slow witted slut you are and how Master cares so much for you that he had you disciplined." I always knew I would have to face that room and I cringed at the thought. Yet my ears heard only that Master cares for me and I hung on to that thought and braced myself. I was led back to the counter where another tray was attached to my nipples. This tray felt heavier and the lashing of my tits and nipples made the pain excruciating when I was made to lift it by the chains attached to my nipples. I looked down and saw the strain being placed on my tits and grimaced as the pain consumed my chest and then traveled throughout my limbs. A quick lash to my ass and then Mistress reminding me. "Head up, pussy out, slut." Doing as commanded, I thanked Mistress and waited. "I did not use the spreader bar on you tonight, slut, because I felt it was too much but spread your legs and keep that pussy open for Master's guests. Wider slut." I did as commanded and then felt Mistress's hand sliding between my legs and fingering first my pussy then caressing my clit. Her fingers made me realize that I was wet, that my pussy once again seemed to enjoy my pain and I tried to keep focused on my posture as Mistress's finger assailed my clit, driving me insane with pleasure. Suddenly my clit erupted as Mistress placed some sort of clamp on my swollen engorged clit. The pleasant feelings I was having stopped and tried to accept this new feeling. Mistress rose in front of me and leaned into my face, her mouth nestling against my left ear. "A little something to help you remember to keep your legs apart. Now pussy forward, head up, smile." She pointed towards the door and I stepped forward making sure to maintain posture and not have any more accidents. When I made my third step my legs must have come together because I felt and heard what had been attached to my clit, a bell chimed. Mistress had affixed a bell to my pussy and it was jangling as I walked into the room, Masters' guests all turned their heads to see what was making the noise and as I walked I did a better job of keeping my legs apart and the noise died. I stayed focused and allowed the guests to enjoy the food and drink I carried and would return to the kitchen periodically to exchange their dirty dishes and glasses for fresh drinks and food. Each time the tray was refilled it seemed heavier and my tits and nipples continued their protest but I did my best to control my emotions, maintain my posture and my smile as I served. I was required to do this until Master called his guests to the table for dinner and I was allowed some moments to relax, kneeling in the kitchen erect, shoulders back and pussy forward while Master and his guests dined. At one point one of the kitchen workers put a bowl of food in front of me and another bowl of water next to it but no utensils. My wrsits were still locked to my neck. "You may eat, slut." Mistress had followed the food and as the waiter departed she had said this to me. "Thank you, Mistress," I said but continued to stare at the bowls knowing but not wanting to admit to myself what I would need to do. "If you're not hungry slut, I will have this taken away. If you are hungry best eat as Master has his plans for you soon." She pulled my head by my ears until my face was only an inch above the food bowl. "Too many mistakes tonight, slut. That bell rang so often I lost count of the lashes you earned. So eat slut and be quick; you will be needed soon." I nibbled slowly as Mistress looked on. The food was very tasty. When she walked out a minute later I allowed my hunger to take over and pushed my face deep into the bowl, voraciously eating all that was there. Using the water bowl I did my best to drink and wash most off my face. Back on my knees, posture correct, pussy forward and head up I awaited my Mistress and my duties for the rest of the night. When Mistress returned she unlashed my arms from my neck but kept the latex slings in place. She looked and saw that I had eaten and said, "You have ten minutes. Use the bathroom and clean the remains of your food from your face slut. You time begins now, don't tax my patience by being late." I followed her finger and found the bathroom. I used the toilet then washed my face and hands and scurried back to the kitchen where Mistress was waiting. "Very good, slut you finally obeyed an order. Come." She allowed me to follow and not be pulled by my leash. She took me to another room where a small table, almost a massage table stood in the center of the room. Seeing chains hanging above it from the ceiling, my stomach clenched in anticipation of what might be in store for me. Obeying her commands, I lay on the table. My head, tits and hips hung from the ends of the table, only my stomach and lower chest were supported. I felt Mistress placing slings similar to those covering my arms, onto each of my legs. "Put your arms behind you, slut." "Yes, Mistress." She took my left arm and pulled my left leg up to meet it then secured them to one another. Doing the same to my right side I was soon balanced on the table with both my arms and legs forcing my body into a half moon shape. Then she attached chains to each set of arms and legs pulling my legs and arms to the side and up. My chest and hips rested lightly on the table. I knew in this position that my pussy and ass were now open and on display. I was slightly confused when Mistress placed a bar stool in front of me. She then attached two rounded plates each connected to three silver chains. They looked like the plates on the scale of Justice I was so familiar with from my law school text. She fastened one to each of my nipples and they hung down but were relatively light and merely served to pull my already sore and hard nipples a bit. "Soon, slut, Master will bring his guests. There are ten men and ten women in this group and it will be your duty to satisfy all of them. The men will fill your ass and pussy and the women will sit here on the stool where you will use your lips and tongue to satisfy them." Except for the growing pain in my hips and shoulders, being fucked and licking pussy had become normal to me. I was not enthused to be eating pussy, but I did enjoy serving Mistress Erica and knew I could survive this. "Now you are to use your cunt ass and lips to make sure that Master's guests cum, but you may not cum unless I give you permission. Should you cum or not succeed in enticing a guest cumming I will add a weight to each of the scales hanging from your tits. I have a total of ten pounds in weights, slut, and I am sure if too many of them are placed on the scales...well I will let you imagine the feeling that might cause." Mistress then walked around me examining my restraints and then sliding her finger into my pussy. "I see my slut is excited." She showed me her finger covered in my juice and I was embarrassed that my body was already starting to react. Knowing I was not to cum without permission and seeing how wet my cunt was I started to imagine the pain my tits were going to have to endure. Mistress then placed a blindfold over my eyes and the room went dark. I shuddered at my new world. My reverie was broken when I heard the guests coming into the room, laughing as they neared me. Even though I could not see, I still hung my head down and felt a sting on my ass. "Posture slut, keep your head up and put a smile back on your face." She lashed my ass a few more times even though I did as she commanded. Finally remembering my words I said, "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." I could hear the commotion around me, the rustling of clothes and of zippers being moved on their tracks and I waited for someone to begin. I heard the stool scraping the floor in front of me and soon the familiar aroma of pussy filled my nose. I tentatively allowed my tongue to snake forward searching in vain for the pussy that had to be there. Someone laughed and said, "My Kevin, your little slut is anxious, isn't she?" Then the woman moved closer and my tongue found her slit. I tried to recall what Mistress Erica, my old friend Amy and what I had liked about licking pussy and soon I felt her slit getting moist and opening to my probing tongue. As I pushed my tongue deeper into her cunt I felt my own pussy being assaulted by a hard cock. I was already wet and the cock slid easily into me, filling me completely. So my night begins and I do my best to use my pussy on the cock riding me while I lick and probe the pussy in my face. The man seems to be in complete control, varying his thrusts in both speed and depth, making my pussy drip with pleasure. I check myself when I recall my rule not to cum, but his deft fucking style are making this very difficult. I feel the cunt on my tongue shudder and the joy of succeeding in making her cum breaks my resolve and orgasm. My orgasm evidently affects the cock in my pussy and it too jerks and spasms. I was pleased with myself then felt pain in my nipples and knew that my orgasm added weight to my scales. I resolved to be better as a new cunt pushed against my nose and the cock withdrew from my pussy. I realized that I could smell the different but similar scents of a woman's cunt and began to wonder how my odors differed. The next cock invaded my ass and surprisingly it slid in easily, perhaps it had been lubed or maybe the man did his best to open that door slowly. New sensations coursed through me as my ass reacted to the cock filling it and my tongue did its best on the woman now seated in the chair. I was unable to control my own emissions, cumming often that night and soon the pain in my tits was excruciating. As the cocks continued to fill both my pussy and ass the force of their drilling soon had my body rocking on the table causing the scales now unmercifully stretching my nipples and tits swung in the air, adding to the pain. All of this made my ability to hold back an orgasm impossible. I converted the pain to pleasure, the cocks fucking my holes knew their job and although I hated to admit it I loved the feeling when a cunt twitched in orgasm on my tongue. All too soon the cunts stopped filling my face and the cocks abandoned my other two holes and the room grew quiet. I was left alone in the room, only the pain from my tits still rocking my body and then even that pain was eased as the scales were removed. I felt my body being released from bondage and then set into a chair. My legs were secured to the chair but my aching arms were allowed to remain free. I did my best to keep my head up but when my blindfold was removed the shock of light made me close my eyes and look down. "It's OK slut, take a minute and let your eyes adjust." It was a male voice, Master's I thought. "Look at me, slut." "Yes, Master." I looked into his piercing blue eyes and recognized the man from the poker game. "I am your Master now, slut. I am Master Kevin to you and you are my slut." "Yes, Master. Thank you Master." I saw he was holding a glass in his hands, a large glass and it was filled with a cloudy liquid. "Tonight you managed to service some of my best friends and their spouses. They have given Mistress Valerie their opinions of your performance and I have asked her to base your training on those reports. Tonight, once I am finished, Mistress Sophie will take you to her spa and give you a complete massage. I am sure your ass, arms and legs will be quite sore tomorrow and the massage will help. I have also instructed Mistress Valerie to allow you to sleep unencumbered tonight and to let you sleep in a bit." I was so immersed in his voice that I almost missed the words, his voice was so deep, my overused pussy had reacted to him just by the voice. He was tall and handsome. I liked his look. He continued. "Tomorrow before you are taken home, you will go with Mistress Valerie, who will be selecting your wardrobe for you. Now before I send for Mistress Sophie you need to drink this." He handed me the glass and on closer inspection I saw it was full of cum. "This is the results of your labors with the men tonight. All of them wore condoms and Mistress Valerie saved the sperm for you. As my slut no one will enter your cunt or ass without a condom, save me if I choose to have you." I had swallowed cum before but always in the moment as it spewed from a cock into my mouth. While somewhat salty, the hot cum slid easily down my throat, but this glass was full of cum deposited earlier, now room temperature at best and I hesitated to obey this Master. "Slut, I am a fair but stern Master and I can assure you that if you continue to try my patience the result will be so much more devastating then what is in that glass." His voice again pierced me and I raised the glass to my lips and before I could pour it down quickly I heard, "Like a good brandy, slut, I expect you to sip this cup and enjoy it." I allowed a bit of the cold mixture into my mouth and swallowed. It wasn't as terrible a taste as I'd feared, but the cold slimy texture made me flinch. I sipped some more and slowly finished the glass, handing the empty container to Master then said, "Thank you Master. Your slut hopes you are pleased with her." Pouring some sort of whiskey into the glass and mixing it with the remains of the cum he handed it back to me. "The whiskey will help you sleep and I know you did not want to waste any of the sperm." Taking the glass back I sipped the small amount remaining and felt the whiskey burning as it slid into my stomach. I handed the glass back once more and Master set it on the table then stood and left. Shortly an Asian woman about my age came in and released me from the chair and helped me stand. She was pretty and well built with a shapely ass and tits much bigger then mine. "I'm Sophie and I am the masseuse here and while you are required to call me Mistress I am not a slut nor will I control you. Come with me and we will clean you up and try to work your muscles so your day tomorrow will feel a bit better." I followed her to her spa and she pointed to the bathroom and said, "Take care of business but hold on the shower till we are finished." Using the facilities I stood in front of the mirror and saw that most of the 'stripes' that had covered my chest and tits had faded. I took my hand and touched some of the lines allowing my hand to follow them. There was no pain only the color and the memories of Mistress lashing my tits with her whip. I turned and looked over my shoulder seeing the same fading red lines crisscrossing my ass. Using my hands I pulled my ass cheeks apart and examined my 'long stemmed rose'. The base of the stem stopped just above me asshole and the green stem with thorns traveled the crack of my ass to a fully blossomed red rose spreading just above my crack. It was beautifully done and even where the thorns were the artist had inked in small drops of red ink to look like blood seeping from my ass. I could not help but admire the beauty of the mark then washed my hands and met Sophie for my massage. It was wonderful and Sophie never touched me in a sexual way. She was professional and extremely good at her work. She mentioned that Master Kevin had hired her a few years ago and now worked only for him and his staff or guests. She admitted to being gay and having a steady girl insisting that all the activity here at Master's house meant nothing to her. After taking me to what was called 'my room' she said good night and closed, then locked my door. So while I would not be tied down, I was still not given freedom of the house. I was too tired anyway and lay down on the bed, finding it comfortable. As I expected I relived all that had transpired to me since I arrived here on Friday night, yet I did not masturbate. The last thing I can recall thinking of before sleep won my body was Master's voice and his eyes. I awoke to sunlight streaming in my bedroom window. Looking at the bedside clock I saw it was after ten and that I indeed had slept well. I gingerly rolled over onto my sore ass and got up quickly to defuse the pain. Stepping into the bathroom I took care of business and took a hot shower allowing the streaming water to cascade over my aching breasts then caressing my sore ass. Wrapping a soft towel about my body I stepped back into my room and saw that in my absence my bed had been made and a pile of clothing had been placed on it. I picked up the items and assumed it was my outfit for the day. I was very surprised to see a pair of black lace panties, shear lace but panties. Slipping them on, my pussy woke to the rough texture of the lace and I dampened as I slipped arms into the blouse. Like the panties it too was a shear black lace and buttoned up the front. My skirt was black and finishing the outfit off were a pair of 6 inch black heels. Evelyn's Life is Far From Rosy No sooner was I dressed then my door opened to reveal Mistress Valerie. "I will take you to the kitchen for breakfast then we must be on our way. I have some appointments for you today and a lot to be done before we go home, slut. Come." "Yes, Mistress," I said as we went to the kitchen for breakfast. All too soon I was riding with Mistress in the back of the car as we were driven to the shopping district. Because of all the hills in the city I often was able to glimpse the bay and the crystal blue water shone in the midday sun. The car stopped and I was led into a hair salon and I cringed, afraid that my hair would be cut and those awful earrings proclaiming me a slut slave to be put on display for all to see. I was not leashed, though my collar was still tightly secured about my neck so I could have run, but I also knew that I would be caught and whatever had been planned would become that much worse. "I want her hair cut and her color highlighted. Trim the hair so it tapers towards the back and I want her ears to be exposed. I will return for her on a couple of hours." Mistress left and so did my hopes. I sat in the salon for the next two hours brooding about the new hairstyle and imagining the questions from friends and professors. All hope of remaining a hidden slut vanished and I saw myself being used over and over again by anyone who felt they had some control over me. When I felt the moisture on my chair I realized that my body was reacting to this new predicament. I refused to allow myself to be embarrassed over the wet seat. When I was done and stood calmly as Mistress entered the salon and waved me out. We walked down the street and I imagined everyone seeing my ear lobes and condemning me as a whore. Whenever my head sagged over these thoughts Mistress counted. Eventually she said, "Every time you lose your posture, slut, I will punish you later." "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," I quietly said and straightened only to sag a few minutes later hearing Mistress counting ever higher numbers. My joy at being allowed to wear panties, albeit shear lacy ones, had evaporated and when she led me into a tattoo parlor I wanted to run again. "I need those disgusting earrings removed and replaced." I cold not believe my ears. My billboard earrings were going to be removed. I sat in a chair while the man gently cut the clasps from the back and the slut slave earrings were removed. "Take out that stupid SEX tongue stud, too." My joy was overwhelming me and I felt better then I had since my first encounter with Mistress Mai Lyn. I gladly stuck out my tongue and allowed the man to cut this disgusting mark from my tongue. "Now put these in." My joy evaporated when I heard those words. My freedom from marks was to be short lived and I sat sullenly as first my ears then my tongue were refilled. When the man was done I looked into the mirror and saw that I now sported what looked like an S in each lobe but on closer inspection they were roses, shaped to look like an S. I was still a slut slave but the marks were not so obvious. When I stuck my tongue out I saw it was another rose. I realized my marks were being changed to those of my new Master and inwardly I smiled. When we left that shop I had no trouble maintaining my posture, my smile or keeping my pussy forward. The next few hours were spent in a tailor shop where Mistress selected materials and the shopkeeper took my measurements. A bag with a few items was presented to Mistress' driver and we then went home. Still enjoying the removal of my slut earrings, I allowed myself to adjust to my new hairstyle. All in all I was very pleased with what had transpired and was anxious to get back to my apartment and take a closer look at the new me. We stopped and entered an apartment building close to mine and nearer to the school. When we entered an apartment on the second floor Mistress said, "Remove all clothing in the foyer. In this home and at Master's main house you will never have clothing on. You will keep the heels on always unless someone removes them." Stripping naked, I refused to hear her say "home". I maintained my posture as she led me into the apartment and down the hall. She opened a door and pointed me inside. I was shocked to see my bed and all my things had been placed here and I gasped and turned to Mistress. "Master wants a closer tab kept on you slut. This is your new home and later I will go over the rules. I have your class schedule and Master aggress not to interfere in your education as much as possible. This means you will have to work harder, slut, both in training and in studying if you want to succeed. Now take a moment for yourself then meet me in the kitchen for dinner. I expect you in ten minutes, slut. Don't be late." Over dinner I was first given my rules. I was to always strip in the foyer when I came in and I would dress there in the clothes she left for me each day before I went to my classes. Regardless if the house were empty or full of people, I was to always be naked and wearing my heels whenever in the house. I had to maintain my posture in the house at all times and my pussy was always to be pushed out, as if offering it to anyone or no one. I had to make my bed and clean my room each morning before leaving. I would be permitted time to study and to attend study groups. I was also allowed to bring my friends or classmates back to the apartment, but if I did I would be naked then as well. Next Mistress reviewed my reports from Saturday night. In general the women were more pleased with me then the men. Although they indicated my technique was 'mechanical' and needed work, the men were less enthused saying it was like fucking a blow up doll, that I did not truly excite them. "This means we need to train you, slut," Mistress said. I took all of this in and tried to weigh it. I was excited about Master and my new look. I was not thrilled about living with Mistress and I did not look forward to my training. I was indignant about the 'reports' recalling the number of times I came and the amount of cum I was asked to drink. Seeing that I was not going to eat any more Mistress told me to study and that training would begin later that night. I went to my room and tried to study but so much had happened that I found myself drifting to my new Master. He was just another Master, and like Mistresses Mai Lyn and Erica he was poised to use me for his own wants, but something in his voice and his piercing blue eyes had my pussy reacting every time I thought of him. Feeling my new earrings with one hand, I allowed my other to move down and begin caressing my slit. I slowly drew my finger up and down my slit, feeling my labia rings and the chain that pulled them apart. Eventually I slid a finger into my wet pussy and begin to slowly fuck myself. I emitted a low groan as my second finger slid beside the first and was shocked when my door flew open. With my two fingers buried deep in my cunt I looked to see Mistress with a whip in her hands coming into the room. "Slut!" That one word sent shivers through me as the whip flew through the air landing atop my hands as I tried in vain to remove it from my sticky pussy. "Keep those slut legs open!" I did and Mistress flailed away at my engorged clit with the whip. Again and again she assaulted my wet pussy and I cried out, "Thank you, Mistress!" I tried to repeat that with each lash and eventually Mistress stopped. "Your body is Master's and you will not use his property without permission, slut. Now since you are obviously finished with your school work its time to start your training." She attached the leash to my collar and dragged me to the living room. I was made to stand with my legs apart while Mistress left the room. She returned shortly with her whip and a bag. Reaching into the bag she removed a large dildo. Moving in front of me she knelt and shoved the monster into my still wet and very sore pussy. Then she let go and the dildo dropped to the floor. "A good slut can hold that dildo in her pussy using her pussy muscles. Now try again, slut." I was told to pick up the slick dildo now covered in my own juice and slide it in. When I let go it again fell to the floor and Mistress used her whip across my tits. "Again, slut." Over and over again I tried and failed to hold the plastic cock in my pussy and instead of getting any better I found the cock hitting my hand on its way down. "Watch me, slut." Mistress pulled her skirt up to reveal her own shaved pussy, sliding another dildo into her cunt then releasing it. It stayed. "Now watch closely, slut." I watched in awe as she allowed the cock to slide out an inch or so then it stopped. She did this until only the last bit of the cock was in her and she held the dildo in place." "A good slut controls her pussy and she grabs her Master's cock as he pulls out, increasing his pleasure. Again, slut." My tits were burning from her slashes with each of my failures. Just when I felt it was helpless I was able to hold the cock in me or at least I slowed its drop somewhat. I received no lash from her whip only the word, "Again." After an hour of this Mistress took a smaller dildo and slid it in my ass. I managed to hold it in for a second or two before it too fell to the floor and this time my ass was assailed by her whip. "Again, slut." I shoved the new dildo in my ass again and again, never improving on my initial performance. My ass was striped by the time she stopped that exercise. "You must improve those muscles if you hope to survive in Master's home, slut." I did want to survive. I wanted to be Master's slut. I was shocked at my own admission. "Yes, Mistress. Please help this slut to be better. Slut wants to please her Master." "I am here to train you slut. Read up on vaginal muscles and follow the advice. Now go study or sleep; we are finished for the night. Remember slut. No masturbating, this is no longer your body to play with. You belong to your Master and it is his wishes you are to obey. Am I clear, slut?" "Yes, Mistress." I had no head for my studies and I slipped my shoes off and curled into my bed. I spent some time trying to understand my desire for this Master who I barely knew. Master Kevin was just like my former Mistresses; why should I have these feelings? Was I just grateful that the ugly rings had been replaced. Puzzled, I fell asleep. The next morning I recalled my duties and after finishing my chores I went to the foyer and found my outfit. To my surprise, I found a garter belt and hose, a moderate length skirt and a turtle neck blouse. The skirt was long enough to hide my thigh straps and the blouse would cover my collar. Dressing quickly, I slipped on my heels and left for class. All too soon the day was over and I returned first to my old apartment, then realizing I no longer lived there went to my new place. I was in the process of stripping in the foyer when Mistress came and announced that I had an appointment and to come with her. Tucking my blouse back into my skirt, I followed her. We were driven to an office building and we entered a doctor's office. We were taken back to an examining room. Mistress had me strip and then get on the examining table, placing my feet in the stirrups placed in such a way as to open my legs. A female doctor walked in. I felt embarrassed to be displayed this way, but the doctor was non-plusssed and proceeded to do all those things that doctors did. She took my pulse, listened to my heartbeat, etc. Lastly she took a tool and spread my pussy wide open. The cold steel tool felt good while being examined so closely made me turn red with shame. "Everything looks good down here. I don't see any signs of infection. Looks like a healthy young female vagina. Tell me what birth control do you use?" I stammered and looked to Mistress who nodded that I should answer. "Nothing, Mistress." "That will never do, especially in the lifestyle you're in. I will give Valerie the necessary script. Since you have been a sexual slave it is amazing you are not pregnant or infected. At least we can control the pregnancy. Why are you not taking anything?" After receiving a nod from Mistress I told the Doctor that I was a virgin when initially taken by Mistress Mai Lyn and that I never planned on sex, so I never thought about birth control. The Doctor handed Mistress a bag of what I assumed were the birth control pills and we left returning to the apartment. We ate, I studied and then we resumed training. I had read about vaginal exercises on line that day but had not begun to try them so I failed as miserably with my pussy and ass as I had the previous night and received more stripes. The week passed this way and by Thursday I began to feel as though I was at least slowing the dildo more and more though I still was unable to hold it in either hole. I had not seen Master all week and as I went to sleep that night I was looking forward to the weekend where I hoped to be taken to Master's house. For some reason I missed his voice and hoped that in some small way I was better after my first week of training and that he would notice. On Friday I was walking from one class to another when someone grabbed me by my shoulder and turned me around. It was Chelsea. "I owe you big time, slut. Because of you, your Mistress has been using me like a slut and its all your fault." "Grow up, Chelsea. You did this to yourself. You stole from her and she exacted her revenge. I would think you would have known better, but you were too interested in beating me." "I see you have new earrings and a new tongue stud. Mistress must like you to have removed your old ones and replaced them with new rosy ones!" She pulled her own hair back to reveal her own slut slave earrings and I smiled, grateful that my new earrings were not as obvious a mark as hers were. "I know you won't listen to any advice, Chelsea, but just obey Mistress and your life will be tolerable. I'm sure she will release you from all of this when she feels your debt to her has been paid." "Fuck you Ev. This is all your fault and I will find a way to get even." I walked off and left her there sputtering her filth at me, but I was worried that she would do something to me. She was always a jealous type. I realized she probably didn't even know that I had been lost in a poker bet and was not Mistress' any more. Relief swept over me when I also realized she didn't know I had moved. The rest of the day passed without incident and excitement at the prospect of being with Master sped my steps as I walked back to my new home late that afternoon. As I climbed the steps, eagerly looking forward to the weekend's prospects, my world suddenly went black. I felt arms circling my chest, holding me tight as the sack was secured over my head and a gag forced my mouth open under the sack. All of a sudden I was picked up by my shoulders and legs and carried back down the stairs and dumped into what felt like a trunk. Long before my brain realized that I had been kidnapped, the vehicle was moving and my screams were lost in the noise of the engine. I struggled to remove the sack but realized it had been tied securely and with so little room in the trunk, I was unable to even budge the sack at all. When the car stopped and the trunk was opened, I squirmed and tried to get away only to feel the prick of a needle in my ass and then nothing. Pain in my arms and legs met me as I awoke in a strange room. Realizing my arms had been tied together above my head and my feet tied together to the floor, naked, I began to panic. The ball gag in my mouth muted my screams. I hung there for what seemed like hours before a pain erupted on my naked ass. Again and again the pain came as my ass suffered blow after blow from the unseen hand. I didn't know where I was. Could it be Master? Could it be Chelsea? So confused and scared I didn't realize how close to orgasm I was from the striping my ass was receiving until the lashes stopped. I waited to see whom the culprit was, who had taken me, but there was no movement in the room. Whoever it was had been quiet and once again the unknown took hold of me and I shivered in fear. Looking left and right and as far behind me as I could see, I searched to find something to identify where I was but found nothing. Hanging my head in defeat I noticed a large poster board at my feet with the words, "You are mine, slut" My pussy clenched as my fear multiplied. Who was it? I hung there for a long while before someone slipped a blindfold over my eyes from behind. Hands began to paw at my body, grasping my tits and twisting them. I screamed through the gag as the pain in my shoulders and legs now combined with the mauling of my tits. He. The hands were too big to be a she, continued to twist, pull and squeeze my tits. Then as quickly as it began it stopped. I must have passed out because the next thing I knew someone was retying my legs, spreading them wide. I felt cold steel against my ankles and guessed that some sort of bar was being used to secure my ankles. The chains to my labia were forced tighter and tighter as my legs continued to spread. I had to guess from the pain to my pussy lips that they were now almost straight to the side. Now I truly hung from my arms and the ache in my shoulders blossomed into tormenting pain. I felt my body being lowered until it rested on my ass. Then the unknown and unseen person busied himself or herself retying my arms spread apart like my legs. I cursed my blindfold wanting to know who it was that had taken me and was causing all my pain. My pussy was as wet as ever from the constant assault and only my ability to convert the pain kept me from succumbing to it. My arms were being forced forward and my legs backward as I imagined the person connecting the bar that spread my arms to the bar holding my legs. When I was hoisted back into the air my entire body screamed as all my weight was now on my legs and arms. My head lolled back and hands at my head removed my gag freeing my mouth. My pussy was wet but the fat object forcing it's way in stretched it open so far that I was unable to breathe for a few seconds. I moaned aloud filling the room as the object buried itself completely in my aching pussy before starting to saw in and out of me. My fear at the unknown was tangible and not knowing who was doing this to me made the situation so much worse. The object in my pussy was moving faster now and combined with the pain from all my joints had me moving towards orgasm. My breathing was ragged and I felt sweat beading on my forehead as the dildo fucked my pussy. My mind focused on my impending orgasm and then it all stopped. I thought I heard footsteps receding and maybe a door opening and closing and in anguish I yelled. "Who are you? Why am I here? Please!" But my pleas were only answered by the silence of the room. Blindfolded and trussed in the air I was forced to focus on converting the mounting pain emanating from my limbs and the unrequited need in my pussy. Footsteps again, I think. Blinded I began to believe my hearing had improved enough for me to hear the stealthy steps of someone coming back in. I knew I was right when I felt my body being lowered and my arms being separated from my legs, allowing my aching body to lie prone on the floor. Then I was alone again and pulled my arms and legs as close to me as the ropes allowed, easing the aches and pains from being suspended so long. I searched my mind to understand what was happening and who had taken me. My mouth was dry from my long session and my new rose tongue stud scrapped against the roof of my mouth forcing me to concentrate on my new Master. Had he done this? I tried to let my mind explore this possibility but I knew too little of him to know. Chelsea had the anger to do this but did she have the capability? Mistress was certainly not happy to have lost me in a poker game but was her anger derived from losing a poker hand or at losing her slut? Evelyn's Life is Far From Rosy Then I thought that maybe this was not some game but that someone was going to hurt me, maybe end my life. Maybe this was not some weekend training. Perhaps whoever had taken me was planning to keep me. Was this room to be my last? I began to cry and tears welled in my eyes as I allowed myself to wallow in these thoughts. Sleep defeated me and sent my fear to bed.