0 comments/ 36413 views/ 3 favorites Freedom In Slavery Ch. 01 By: DiscoDiva I was alone once. Trapped within myself. Nothing to hope for, and everything to fear. Inside my mind I was vulnerable, curled up in a ball, trembling. Wishing for a freedom that I could not find. But she came along. With a wink and a smile she saw something in me that I did not see. A beauty locked out from my mind. A need for strength, a desire to give the will, the control to some one. To mold and shape me, to bloom into a flower of submission. We talked. The first time some one wanted to talk to me. Hear my thoughts, my dreams, my fears. Usually I am a body to take for their pleasure, ignored and discarded when done. But she actually wanted to know me. She even laughed as I recalled memories past, fond ones of my youth. I felt so strongly attracted to her. There was a certain sureness in her that I could not place, but it drew out in me that which longs to serve. We went to her place, so modern in its decor. Lots of white, and black, sharp angles. Such a strong abode. We shared some drinks, and I felt myself loosed up. Finally, as we were sitting by the fire, her eyes met mine. The deep grey reflected the fire light and they seemed to glow. She asked me what I truly desired, what did I need from a relationship. I searched deep inside and I found myself saying that I needed to serve, to give my will over to another, share control with some one I trusted, connected with. I paused a moment and whispered....some one like you. Immediately my eyes lowered, my submission already coming through. She stood and placed a hand on my shoulder, pressing just slightly, I went onto my hands and knees. Before me her black ankle boot stepped forward. I felt myself surrendering as I leaned forward to kiss it. I heard her say, Good girl. My heart thrilled with those words, my mind reeled and my body ached. I felt myself growing aroused already. She walked away, snapping her fingers once I crawled obediently after her. The carpet was so soft against my hands and knees as we scraped along into another room. This one was dark, a midnight blue with storm clouds painted on the walls. Throughout I saw different devices, toys, hooks and ropes. I felt dizzy with anticipation. She told me to stand and I did, my hands clasping behind my back. Approaching me I saw she had put on crushed velvet gloves. The covered hands slowly undid the buttons of my dress, the fingers caressed my breasts and they continued down until they were done. She pushed the material off my shoulders allowing the dress to drop to the floor. She went to a box and took out a wool lined leather blindfold. I trembled still afraid of her, but she just pursed her lips and went Shhhhh and placed the blindfold on, removing sight and some fear. The sensation of the gloves were now heightened by blindness. I felt them touch my back, unhooking the bra instantly. Next they were at my hips, grasping the edges of my panties, sliding them down. She purrrred with delight, rubbing against the shaved crevice between my legs. After that I heard only footsteps and the rustling of her searching. She returned and I felt a hard slap against my thighs with a crop. I cried out and opened my legs as wide as they could go still standing. The cold leather crop slid between my legs. It opened my nether lips and grasped the wetness it found there as it slid slowly to my clit. I jumped a little feeling this, losing some balance, my form faltering. The delicious crop left my hungry lips and she walks behind me. This time the crop found my rear. A quick swish and it was brought down upon it, a sharp pain rushing through my body. I cried out but she told me that a number should be the only thing to come from my mouth when I was punished. I made the mistake of asking what I did wrong. What did you do wrong? she asked. You broke form, you jumped at a tender caress now you will hold perfectly still for painful ones. Now count! My mind was lost, was this what I really wanted? Each hit came individually in my mind and body. Each blow echoed throughout me. Each pain was more intense than the last as my skin tendered and grew red. The numbers fell from my mouth...1...2...3...4...but they were automatic. All my concentration was keeping my body still, and wishing I could leave. Wondering why I could feel my sex growing wetter with each strike...10...11...12...why was my clit aching, swollen and throbbing just by this act of cruelty from a powerful stranger? Why was my will draining away, each number screamed through my tears, my thoughts turning to a desire to please she who tormented me...20...21...22. The blows ended and the sound of my tears were deafening to me. My ass felt as though it was on fire, pain rushing through me with each pulse from my heart. I was pushed onto my hands and knees again by the crop and I was happy to hang my head, my hair hiding my tear stained face. She rubbed the welts, sending new shocks of torture through me, pinching them savagely. She said You are giving yourself to me, this is what you want, what you need. I shook my head violently, shaking away the pain and denying myself to accept any of what she was saying. She pinches harder, lowering herself to the ground beside me. Her mouth grazed the welts, licking slowly along each one. Pain and pleasure mixed, her hand found my sex, her gloved fingers sliding against my juices ready to escape. She inserted them deep inside me, fucking me slowly with them as she licked my wounds. I was dizzy with the mix. She spoke again, This is what you need, tell me you need it. I shook my head again, but this time with less effort. I was trying to resist rocking my body with her rhythm, my clit aching so hard for attention, I was hungry to be fucked harder by her fingers. My moans of pleasure turned to cries again as she bit and nibbled on my welts. Her thumb found my clit and rubbed it in tiny circles, using my own wetness to lubricate it so the velvet glided over it, the tiny hairs of the glove perfect friction for my already throbbing clit. My ass shook with each bite, she found the worst spots and bit the hardest there. Everything was washing through me. The pleasure and the pain became one until I could not distinguish between the two and my cries and moans were sheer passion. She stopped biting and told me again, Tell me girl. You need the pleasure, but you also need the pain. You need a Mistress to rule you, to take control, you shape and mold you. Tell me, or I will stop. That thought threw my eyes open in fear! How could I allow this heaven to end! But I was so afraid of letting go, was this the freedom I sought? Freedom in slavery with this woman who thinks nothing of inflicting such pain upon me? I felt myself building and my moans gave me away and her hand withdrew, leaving only the pain of her teeth. Even this was transformed, it still brought such thrill within me! YES please! I screamed, Yes I need to serve you! Hurt me, love me, do whatever you wish! I need to be yours please! I hung my head down and she sat up. Nothing, no pain, no pleasure. I trembled in fear that my answer was wrong. Was I to be cast aside? But my fear was relieved, her hands returned to my clit, again her fingers fucked me so hard while the thumb worked its magic. Instead of biting she brought her other hand down with intense spanking! I enjoyed them so much more. Her flesh against mine, her hand dripping with my juices as she brought me so close to the edge. Before I hit she asked me to give myself to her and she would open so many doors of passion and pain that my days would turn into just a constant moment of delightful fear and horrible ecstasy. Yes, I yelled, Yes Mistress! With that her hands moved deftly! I howled in pain as I orgasmed more intensely than ever in my entire life! She was relentless, she would not release me from my climax and my whole body shook as her hand was brought down upon my burning ass, and as her other hand was soaked in my juices. It felt like an eternity before she stopped. I stayed there, on hands and knees, while she removed the blindfold and walked across the room to sit down in a chair. I wondered what I was expected to do. In my heart I did not need expectations. I crawled over to her, each step incredible as my rear ached and my clit jumped with tiny explosions of passion as it was rubbed between swollen lips. I reached her, leaning down I kisses her boot. I kept kissing. My will was gone, my mind was hers and I acted as only my instinct told me to do in order to please her. My reward, her hand on my hair so gentle now, running through my long locks, petting me. I lay down at her feet and slept. Her pet had a long day, but my days ahead would be even more intense... (To be continued) Freedom In Slavery Ch. 02 The path ahead of me would be a long one I knew, but at least I had a path now. My Mistress was so strong, she knew what I needed to find the freedom I so longed for. Now that the initial breakthrough had been made the training began. Just because my desire to serve was strong did not mean I was ready to give myself fully to what my Mistress required. The days were filled with talking mostly, I learned the daily routines and we got to know each other better. I was getting comfortable in my little rut when my world changed. I awoke in the morning and found a note on my pillow. It instructed me to go to the play room, naked, and wait for my Mistress there. I obeyed and went to the room, there was a stool in the center and I sat there. The silence was maddening as I waited but finally I heard the click of heels on the floor outside and the door opened. She entered and my breath was taken away. Her fiery hair was teased and left wild to frame her pale face. The make up was chosen to show a sever look, with sharp blush strokes and eyeliner painted around her eyes to form a catlike look. Her breasts were full and pushed up over her leather corset bustier, revealing her already hardened nipples painted black. Her waist was crushed into impossible proportions by the lacings of the corset. Below a leather G-string barely covered her shaved mound. Fishnet thigh highs, clinging to her legs, peeked teasingly from thigh high six inch heeled boots. She walked towards me and I instantly dropped to my knees to kiss those boots, running my tongue along them. Her hand reached over and stroked my exposed slit finding me already wet. Oh, she said, All ready for your Mistress. That is nice. Quite a receptive pet I have. But I will judge what will arouse you. With a snap I followed her eagerly to the restraint area where she had me stand, raising my hands high and spread leather straps licked my skin and locked tight around my wrists. My legs forced wide open, painfully wide and vulnerable, and my ankles received the taunting restraint of the leather as well. To top it off she chose a posture collar and wrapped it around my neck. My head was forced high and straight as the hard leather forced it into the desired position. I was now just another object in the room at the disposal of my Mistress. Today, she started as she circled around me like a tigress prowling after her prey, Today you will learn that pain equals pleasure. When I spank your ass you will feel as aroused as when I stroke your warm slit. She leaned in close behind me, I felt her nipples press into my back and her hot breath as she told me, And it will not be easy. But I will bring you there. Just do as I say or else the punishment will be beyond your imagination. Hearing that I trembled and my eyes already wanted to shed tears. The fear and the doubt crept back in but I was captured, physically and mentally, by this woman. A strange box was brought forth and from it a small device that I had never seen. She took two clamps with chains and attached them to my nether lips. The chains were pulls, opening the lips wide revealing the wetness and the hardening clit hidden in the folds. Pain shot through already as I was opened and the clamps ate at my flesh. The chains were secured behind me and the device was placed over my clit and strapped onto my thighs holding it there. She held up before my eyes a tiny remote control, my eyes showed my confusion and she smiled and pressed the switch. The device on my clit vibrated mercilessly and shudders of pleasure filled my body, but quickly she pressed the switch and they were gone. She then chose a wide round leather-bound paddle and went behind me. Her fingers felt delicious on my cheeks as she rubbed in a sweet smelling herbal ointment, kneading my flesh to prepare it for the ordeal. Her instructions were brief, You need not count, but you will not come. You will feel the pain and the pleasure and realize that without pain the pleasure will not come. You will learn that the pain is the pleasure. I was allowing that to sink in when the first paddle strike hit my ass. I cried out and the tears already streamed down my face! The pain was intense and my body betrayed me by struggling in the restraints! Again the paddle hit me and I bit my lip to stop myself from begging it to stop! before the third fell the vibration started and my cries mixed with moans. My clit enlarged and throbbed against the device, I pushed my hips forward needing more! While in this dizzied state the paddle struck again! This time the pain was muted by the pleasure I felt. As my moans grew louder with the maddening passion the paddle strikes came harder and faster! My ass burned, my body ached from pushing and pulling in the restraints and my leg felt the release of my fluids as I came closer to climax. The room echoed with my screams and moans and cries. Each hit made my clit throb even more! My Mistress yelled over my own cries, Come on girl! Let go! They are one! Accept it! Feel the pain and the pleasure. The pain brings this pleasure to you, without it I would not please you so! Release your fears and your doubts! I heard what she was saying and it penetrated, but I felt myself going too far, and she sensed it too. She leaned in, paddling mercilessly still, and said in my ear, Do not do it girl. Hold it back, control yourself. Not until I allow it you will not come. But I was lost already. The pain was overcoming my senses, and the vibrations ate into me. My body was a temple to the feelings rushing through it. I bit my lip so hard until a trickle of blood ran over my chin but it was of no use. I screamed and yelled as an intense orgasm washed over my body. I shook and thrashed in the restraints, not realizing that the paddling and vibrations had already stopped and my Mistress watched with a scornful look on her face. All that mattered right now was that my clit sent the pleasure through me and my ass throbbed with wonderful pain! It was one and it was glorious! When the climax left me I hung in the restraints, exhausted. The sound of tapping woke me from my trance. It was my Mistress tapping her foot against the floor impatiently. Oh god what had I done. I disobeyed her and came without her permission. My tears started over and this time from the pain and the fear in my mind and heart at what I had done. I could not bear to bring my head up to look at her, but it was not needed. She walked towards the door, leaving me propped up, before the door closed I heard her voice tell me that if I enjoyed coming so much, then she would put it to good use. I wanted to cry for her as the door shut but I was just left with my sobs. I tried to think what she would do to me but it was beyond my imagination, just as she said. I had failed her, and now I had to await her punishment, whatever it would be... To Be Continued... Freedom In Slavery Ch. 03 I did not see my Mistress that evening, instead she sent her servants to release me from my bondage. They took me to the bath and I was lowered into the hot oil scented water. They said no words but scrubbed me all over roughly. Surely they were ordered that I was not to enjoy this experience. My ass was red and sore and they rubbing sent shockwaves throughout once again. I tried to fight it but I reveled in the pain. They scrubbed my sex harshly, the lips extremely raw from the pulling of the clamps, I released a soft moan. One servant allowed his sponge to linger between my legs, rubbing, watching me closely. My hips rocked with his movement, my hungry bud hardening again and my moans grew louder. The sponge dropped and his fingers slid deep inside me, his other hand pinching at my nipples, pulling at them. His hand fucked me hard and I grew even more wet with the pain of it. Suddenly he stopped and they pulled me from the tub to dry me. The placed gold clamps on my rock hard nipples, the chain between them had a charm hanging from it which pulled them down sharply. A suede collar was fastened around my neck with another gold chain for a leash and they pulled me to follow them. I was led to a banquet room that I had not seen before. There were tables here and there and pillows and spread throughout the room. A tall pole stretched from the floor to the ceiling, with a pedestal at the bottom in the center of the room. That was where I was led. They put me on the stand and pulled my hands high above my head attaching them to fur lined cuffs. My legs were placed wide apart, stretching them out comfortably this time. Interestingly enough my ankles were not cuffed. One servant left and the one who had molested me remained. He glanced around and leaned in to flick his hot tongue over my pinched nipples bringing more tingles of pain. His hand found my sore ass and pinched the red cheeks over and over in different spots. My slit was not ignored either as his fingers slid through it, gathering my wetness onto them. He rubbed my juices over my lips slowly, then inserted his fingers inside so I could suck them clean, tasting my own muskiness. His tongue licked slowly over my lips, tasting me, then pressing hard drawing me into a kiss. My mind was a flurry of confusion, did my Mistress order him to do this or were we risking even worse punishment? I was in so much trouble already I feared her retribution if she discovered me with her servant but I could not control myself. His kisses stopped and he went to his knees and kissed my spread lips down there tenderly, he tasted the full length of my slit, sucking the sweetness there. I clamped my mouth closed to keep quiet but his mouth found my clit and planted itself on it. He suckled and nibbles it, flicking his tongue in short bursts over it and again I felt myself building. My moans I could not hold back any more and they escaped loudly. He stood up quickly and shook his head warning me to stop. Leaning in close he whispered into my ear, I was told to bring you here and allow you to sleep until tomorrow’s festivities. She is not pleased with you at all and I heard her describe her plans to the guests. As soon as I saw you in that room I just ached knowing what is going to happen to you tomorrow. If I can give you some pleasure now before then I will but you have to be quiet, you will wake her up and then, well I don’t know what would happen. Let me give you some pleasure before the party, please. Be quiet little one. My mind raced, I was bound here with this servant ready to please me, but talk of the punishment tomorrow, and how horrid it sounded scared me. It was hard to concentrate on his attentions. He took out a ball gag from his pocket and placed it into my mouth. I nodded gently, knowing that this was for the best. He fastened it snugly behind my head then returned to his attentions. His fingers flicked the clamps that held my nipples tight, the chain rustled and I let go muffled moans against the gag. His hand slid down my belly to between my legs. His fingers slid into the hidden folds to find my clit. He rubbed small circles around it to draw it out if its hiding place. Falling onto his knees he spread open the pink lips with his hands and smiled at the prize he had found. He licked slowly until his tongue found the hard bud within and pressed hard his mouth against it. I felt the graze of teeth against my clit and tried to gasp against the gag. They enclosed around the nub and pressed down. Electricity shot through me as the hurting grew and he bit harder. Inside his mouth his tongue washed over my trapped clit bringing forth the shocks of pleasure. He knew I was trained to treasure the pain now, he was feeding it to me. Did he enjoy giving the pain or did he give it knowing that is what my body was made to do now? He sensed my building growing closer and pulled away, flashing me a coy smile. He removed the cuffs from the post and pulled them, and me, down towards the pedestal . There I saw a ring which the cuffs were attached to now, holding me bent over. My ass was at his disposal and he rubbed it caressingly. Suddenly a spank landed on my cheeks, followed by another. My tears started anew as he continued, but even as I cried I was getting lost again in the pleasure of the pain sent through me. He paused only a moment and I felt the head of his member at my entrance, slick and ready for him. The spankings started again, now that he was ready, and with each hit he entered me a little more. My breathing became so heavy with each spank, I was filled so slowly, I tried to push my hips back to bring more of him in but he relented, holding my body to go at his own pace. Finally he was inside me and he leaned over to pull on the chain, my nipples stretched hard away from my body. He whispered, Are you ready girl? I answered by pushing my hips hard against him. He laughed and pulled himself out slowly until just the swollen head was left inside. My whole body tensed in anticipation until at last he thrust hard all the way inside me. The gag ate all my sounds which was good because they were many and they would have been loud. The servant started fucking me hard, slamming me violently and I took it all willingly. My breasts bounced against my body, the chain whipped my belly with each thrust. His hand reached under and pinched my clit, rubbing it quickly as his thrusts continued. My whole body shook, my head thrashed wildly about. Pulling at the cuffs I turned and gave him a look of urgency. I was going to cum, I held it back but I am so afraid to let go. He looked at me and thrust harder, his shaft expanding in side me. I know he is almost ready, a nod is all I need and I started screaming against the ball inside my mouth. My body quaked all over with my orgasm and I felt his hot seed fill me deep inside. He didn't give up even while he came, his fingers worked at my clit quickly and deftly. I could hardly breathe against the gag. He pulled out, completely spent and started spanking me with his free hand while I continued coming. It was almost too much, my tears streamed down and he slowed his assault on my clit. He walked around front and unhooked the cuffs, pulling me up. I was in a daze and just looked dreamily at him. He pulled the chain hard and my nipples led me to his mouth. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity before he attached the cuffs back to the pole. He got a cushioned seat and set it underneath me. The last thing I felt was him cleansing me deeply to rid me of any evidence of our tryst. The last thought that went through my mind, the one that almost woke me up and the one that haunted all my dreams that night, was tomorrow I would have my punishment and it would be horrid... To Be Continued... Freedom In Slavery Ch. 04 In the morning I was brought down just long enough for a brisk bath and a small meal of biscuits and honey. When I was returned to my post the room was bustling with preparations for the evening’s festivities. I looked around for my servant with whom I had found forbidden pleasure last night, but he must have been busy somewhere else. The day grew long and I fell into slumber. I awoke to a bell sounding. The room was empty but was soon filled with men and women dressed in formal attire. Many women sported corsets that drew their waists in so impossibly small. When everyone was seated my Mistress entered. Her waist was cinched in a black leather corset adorned with red flames. It fell under her full breasts, pushing them up, forming two enticing orbs. Her hardened nipples were painted red, with onyx barbells pierced through each one. A sheer gown fell down around her long slender legs, split in the middle all the way up to reveal her perfectly shaved mound, shining from glittered oil. As she walked her laced up thigh high boots clicked on the cold floor. I looked up into her eyes as she sat in her seat at the head table. Her hair fell in ringlets around her face, framing a smile painted with blood red lips, and eyes with black flames washing over the lids. Her sadistic grin made me lower my head and close my eyes. I could not watch as she addressed the crowd. “Welcome my guests,” she began in a honeyed tone, “to my glorious fete. I am sure you will all have a glorious time. The kitchen has prepared a feast,” she snapped her fingers and servants began to bring out vast quantities of delicious smelling food, “and I have prepared some entertainment.” She got up from the table and approached me. She pulled up on the chain attached to my aching nipples and a shock of pain rushed through me. “This, my friends, is my new slave. She has the audacity to believe that it is more important to orgasm than to obey her Mistress!” There were soft murmurs in the crowd, “So tonight she will indeed have her chance to orgasm plenty!” The audience cheered loudly as my Mistress smacked me on the ass and ran her fingers through my wet slit. Before I could stop myself I moaned audibly. She laughed, “Aha! See how she is yearning for it already?” Everyone laughed with her; I felt my skin turn crimson as I blushed with shame. My Mistress continued, “But that’s not all! We have here a double feature, so to speak.” She snapped her fingers again and a servant came in pulling something on a chain. It was a man wearing a leather hood, crawling naked, his muscles tensing and moving under tanned skin. He was brought to my Mistress, who grasped the chain and pulled up on it hard until he stood. His crotch was clean-shaven, his balls glistening with oil, his long shaft erect and standing straight up, the head large, rounded and purple as it throbbed in the air. My Mistress smacked his ass hard, which made his cock bounce and dance for her. She pinched the skin of his sack between her fingers, pressing her nails into it hard. His body tensed and turned deep red, either out of anger or embarrassment. “Ladies and gentlemen, my little slut here has infected my home with inappropriate ideas/ Last night while she slept here as punishment, one of my servants decided that he should put pleasure above my orders as well, and had his way with my little strumpet.” My mouth dropped open as I realized we had been discovered! She pulled the hood off my lover and he turned to look at my Mistress with a fire in his eyes. She laughed deeply, her breasts shaking with each heart laugh. “Oh my dear, I’m not angry,” she caressed his hair gently, “in fact I encourage lust between the two of you! And you will get to be together however you wish.” With that she unchained me and I ran into his arms, hardly believing what I’d heard. She was giving us permission to be together! “Oh, perhaps I shouldn’t say however ‘you’ wish. I had something special made to help out with that.” She nodded to some one who brought out a wheel with different sexual activities written on it. “I will spin this wheel and whatever it lands on the two of you will do until I spin it again!” Everyone in the room stood and applauded! I looked into my lover’s eyes, trembling with fear. He looked around but armed guards surrounded us, there was no escape. Our attention was grabbed by clicking sounds and we looked to see the wheel turning. It stopped and my Mistress pouted, “Damn! An easy one! Ok, you-“ she said, pointing to my lover, “bite and lick on her nipples!” A woman ran up to me and removed the clamps. I gasped to catch my breath as the blood again rushed through my hardened buds. He didn’t move and she approached closer to him to whisper so only we could hear, “If you do not do it there are plenty of men in here that would be more than happy to take your place, though I cannot assure how gentle they would be.” Her eyes glowed as she threatened, looking at him, “If you do not do as I say, and make a good show of it, I will let every person in this room have their way with her.” Freedom In Slavery Ch. 05 I started crying and he looked at me so tenderly. Sighing with surrender he dropped to his knees. My Mistress whispered, "Good choice, now enjoy yourself!" then returned to the wheel. He looked at me one more time then opened his mouth to take in my nipple. My body felt the pain begin. Just out of the clamps they were still sensitive and sore. I felt his tongue caress the dimpled flesh, sticking out further so everyone could see his wet tongue lavishing my skin. He clamped his mouth over my breast and began a rhythmic sucking. Ignoring the shouts from the guests my body started moving along with his head. I cried out as his teeth sank into my flesh. He pulled back, stretching my nipple away from my body, to my Mistress's approval. She clapped her hands then spun the wheel again. My lover stood up and we both watched the spinning to see what would happen next. When it stopped, she read it aloud, "Oh beautiful! My dear girl you are to suck on his already impressively hard cock and swallow every bit! If you miss any I will paddle you both black and blue! Now begin!" It was my turn to drop to my knees. I kissed the large head; it was hot to the touch. I licked my lips the slowly pushes my way onto his shaft. His cock was so large it stretched my mouth until I thought the corners would tear. I ran my tongue along the hot member inside my mouth and began to suck/ I heard him moan so I pulled back until he popped out, dangling before my eyes. I flicked my tongue over the tip, sending shudders through his body, then plunged my mouth completely over his shaft. He groaned and I started moving my head back and forth, pumping his thick cock inside my mouth. My lips clenched each time I withdrew then I used my tongue as pressure when I took the shaft in again. My rhythm was almost hypnotic. I heard ooohs and aaaahs from the people around us. His body tensed and he reached down and grabbed my hair, forcing me to go at his pace, using my mouth to fuck as he needed, and I was happy to oblige. His ball slapped noisily against my chin as I heard his breathing turn to panting, and felt his shaft pulsate within my mouth. I knew he was ready to cum. Fear slowly crept within me, hoping I would not spill a drop, but he was quick to grab more handfuls of hair and pull my head roughly to him. I readied myself and as he grunted deeply I felt his seed fill my mouth. I did all I could to swallow everything that he gave me, the thick salty liquid pouring down my throat as spurt after spurt he came. Finally it subsided and he pulled away, steadying himself against my shoulder. "Oh well, it had a wonderful beginning, but I have to say I am a bit disappointed in the ending. My paddle was hungry for a bare ass." I stood and smiled at my lover, who took me into a tight embrace, kissing me passionately. My Mistress growled deeply within her throat and spun the wheel again. We stopped kissing to watch what next befell us. It stopped on 'go down on the girl' but my Mistress scowled and kicked the wheel so it moved over onto 'anal sex'. "Oh looky there, it moved. I guess anal sex it is! So be a good bitch and get on all fours." My lover pulled away from me and shouted, "It didn't land there! You pushed it!" She walked forward slowly and looked around at her guests. She smiled at one in particular, my lovers eyes followed to look at the man. I turn to see and there stands a behemoth, standing almost 8 feet tall, muscles bulging almost out of his clothes, scars lining his face, a grin so wicked it would bring chills even on the hottest summer day. My Mistress spoke again, but this time so everyone could hear, "He has been eyeing you my dear. Would like to show you what real pain is. I have said no because he can get quite rough, and I wouldn't want you to be scarred...like he is. Keep in mind I am your Mistress, your protector, and it is I who you need to appease," She turned to look at me, "Do you really feel you deserve to come? Or has your tryst with this boy made you feel that you are deserving of free pleasure at your own will? You came to me seeking to serve, but you failed. I am giving you a chance to make it up to me. Do this and I will show you that pleasing me will lead to your own pleasure. If not, I will cast you out with the garbage. It is your choice." I thought about this for a while. My heart was already becoming attached to my lover, but my soul needed to serve, she had captured that part of me that needed to please her, and I thought maybe if I did then she would allow me some liberties. I looked at her and dropped to my knees, bending down I kissed her boots softly over and over again until I felt her fingers running through my hair. "Very good, girl," she cooed, "Now show me you are ready to obey." And she returned to her seat and pointed at the wheel. I remained on my knees and planted my hands on the ground. I turned to look at my lover and nodded. He seemed to understand and smiled at me, running his fingers over my smooth ass before positioning it at its entrance. He inserted his fingers inside my dripping went slit and was about to apply it to his shaft when my Mistress said, "No, that is not what the wheel says. It says anal sex, that is it! Now begin!" My lover removed his hand and pressed the head of his cock at my dry asshole. He leaned in and whispered, "I'm sorry" then started pushing inside me. The dryness of my flesh resisted the penetration, but he resisted and I felt my skin stretching on the verge of tearing. Finally he was in me to the hilt. I turned to look at him and nodded, then he began pulling out slowly. His rhythm quickened, aided by the lubrication of his precum, but still the pain was immense, it washed over me making me feel like passing out. It took all my strength to keep on hands and knees. My lover lost his inhibitions about it and dug his fingers into my back, thrusting harder and faster. I was feeling like I was in a dream, full of pain and pleasure mixing within me, and I needed them both. Finally the thrusting stopped, his body spasmed, and he filled my burning ass with his hot seed. I waited until he pulls out before collapsing to the floor. He quickly bent down to cradle me in his arms, uttering, "I'm sorry" over and over into my ear as he caressed my hair. I looked up at him and smiled weakly, then lifted my head enough to kiss him. We were lost in each other's gaze until my Mistress's clicking heels caused us to startle and we both knelt before her. I bent down and instinctively started kissing her boots. She smiles and pulled my chin up, "Oh my sweet dear, did you take that for me?" I answered softly, "Yes Mistress." She bent down and kissed me, she smelled so wonderful. "Well my dear you have done well, I am very proud of you. I will have my servants take you to the baths and sooth your pains a little, and will even allow them to be gentle and loving with you now. Then you will be allowed to sleep." I smiled, feeling the warmth rise within me, watching her walk back to her seat at the head table. Then she added, "You will need your sleep my girl, because I have decided to allow my guests to have their fun with you anyway, since you love to cum so much." My jaw dropped as two guards came and took me and my lover to separate rooms, him to who knows were, and me for a bath and an assured restless sleep, and then...back to the dinner party.