0 comments/ 42007 views/ 2 favorites Master By: Nawty369 "A good evening, master," I purr as you walk in the door. A slow approving smile appears on your face briefly, then it is gone. Your face is impassive as you walk around me checking to make sure your orders have been followed. I continue to kneel in the middle of the room, not moving until you order me to. My hands are behind my head, causing my breasts to jut out-- waiting for your touch. I have been longing for you all day long, but you ordered me not to even think of pleasuring myself until you got here. I can feel your eyes on my body, and I wonder if you can see my wetness on my thighs? If you do, you don't mention it. "AHm...very good slave, however, I regret that I have to punish you . You spoke before being asked to, and now you will be punished." Your words cause another wave of wetness to appear, and I want you so badly. I don't say anything, and you order me to go and prepare myself to be spanked. "Yes, master," I say quietly. "What was that?" you say. "YES, MASTER," I say more loudly than before. "Good girl, now go." I slowly rise from my kneeling position and walk back the hall way, again, I can feel your eyes following my every move. Once in the room, I quickly get our your favorite whip and bend over the bed with my ass up in the air. I can hear you out in the kitchen, what are you getting this time? I have little time to wonder as I hear you enter the room. In this position, my smooth, wet pussy is clearly visible. You gently run your fingers over my sensitive little cunt. I can't help but moan softly, I need you! Suddenly, without warning, you bring the whip down on my ass, catching me by surprise. You hit my ass nine more times before stopping. The stinging of the whip on my bare ass brings tears to my eyes, and I hope that you're finished with my punishment. My ass burns and I know that by now, it is bright red. I hear you reach for something in the room and I feel something cold being applied to my burning ass. Again, I moan softly, the combined sensations are sending tingles through my body. "All right slave, your punishment is done," you emphasize this with a smack on my ass. "Now you will be rewarded for your good behavior." You pull me up from the bed and hold me against your body, wiping the tears from my eyes, you kiss me. I can feel your rock hard cock pressing against my thigh as you kiss me. After you break the kiss, I slowly slide down your body, to my knees where I begin to caress your cock through your pants. Slowly unzipping your jeans, I place my hand inside and gently pull out your member. Slowly, I trace my fingertips all over your cock before placing kisses from your tip to base. I hear you moan softly, and I place my soft lips on you tip and suck, HARD. Upon hearing a much louder moan from you, I take all of you into my hot mouth, taking you as deep as possible. The combination of my soft tongue stroking you and the hard suction being used causes you to cum quickly. You can feel my throat working to suck up every last drop. As I slowly rise up from my knees, you can see me licking my lips, making sure I get every last drop of you. The look on your face tells me that it was more than satisfactory. You lead me over to the bed and lay me down on it, tying my arms and legs wide open, so you can have full access to my slut body. After you have me tied open to your satisfaction, you slip a black silk scarf over my eyes. You slide a rather large vibrator into my soaked pussy, turn it on and leave the room. You are gone for a long time and I'm getting very frustrated. The vibrator has taken me to the brink of orgasm, but is not enough to push me over the edge. Finally, I hear you re-enter the room and you begin to gently suck on my nipples. This action brings me even closer to orgasm, but still...it's not quite enough. When my nipples are hard enough for you, you place some strong clips on them that make me cry out. "Oh god, I need to cum! I can fell your breath on my pussy," and you began to gently nibble on my hard little clit, immediately sending me over the edge. I scream out as you remove the vibrator and continue to eat my pussy. When my orgasm subsides, you stop for a few minutes to allow me to catch my breath. As I lay there, I hear something that sounds like a lighter being lit. I hope that means what I think it means! I know I'm right when I begin to smell a soft strawberry scent. After a few minutes, you come back to the bed and dribble the candle wax all over my body. Even though I was expecting it, I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. The wax burns my body and the sensation of the ice over the burns turns me on all over again. You drizzle the wax all over my breasts and after you have used the ice on my nipples, you pour the wax on them, making me moan very, very loudly. "What is it you want, slave?" you ask as though you don"t know already. But still I answer. "I want you to fuck me master, please! I need your hard cock inside my pussy." You do not respond and I'm unsure as to whether or not you'll give in to my request. You finally get off the bed and I can hear you undressing. But then you walk out. I can't help but be disappointed. I thought you were going to fuck me like I asked. After you've been gone for a long time, I can't help but wonder if you've forgotten about me! Why would you leave me here like this? At least an hour passes and you come back into the room. I can hear that you're not alone. I can hear clothes being removed, but I can't tell how many are with you or if they're male or female. Someone begins to untie me while other people began sucking on my nipples after I've been untied. Someone begins to eat me out, causing me to have yet another screaming orgasm. When that subsides, I'm lifted off the bed and I can hear someone else lay down. I am set back down and someone guides my pussy to his cock. I can tell it's your cock, master. I know that you are the one who is going to fuck my wanton pussy. I start sliding my pussy up and down on your hard shaft, while you are nibbling my nipples. The other man in the room begins fondling my ass and I feel him rub some lube into my tight little orifice. Finally, he slides his large cock into my ass. As the two of you set up a rhythm I can feel a massive orgasm building inside of me. I can't take anymore and I cumming harder than I ever thought was possible. The feeling of my pussy and ass spasming around your cocks is too much for you as well, and you both cum at the same time, filling me with your hot sticky cum. Master 2 Slave "No give, just take" I'll take a few minutes to share an ultimate group fantasy I have...In this particular fantasy I am made a sex slave for the weekend at a private location in a secluded beach area. Nice size cabin with a large walk in shower and a hot tub outside. My master is very dominating and likes to humiliate his slaves and keep them in their place. As soon as I arrive I am stripped of all my clothes and given a pair of leather wrist cuffs and a matching set of ankle cuffs to put on immediately. I am also told to get on all fours like a good little Bitch in heat. The master then places a dog collar with three loops, around my neck, and attaches a leash to the first loop. Next he tells me to raise up on my knees in a begging position and then proceeds to place nipple clamps on my nipples, each of them connected by a chain that he uses to pull them until they are painfully tight, finally hooking them to the second loop on my collar. The final loop is used to connect a longer chain that has two more clothespins like clamps on them. The master now orders me to roll over and spread my legs wide for an inspection. He takes the clips and attaches them to each of the lips on my pussy before bringing the chain up and attaching it to the third and final loop on my collar. Once he has finished attaching all the clamps to my body he tells me to assume my bitch in heat position, which means on all fours. I immediately follow his command like a good little slut puppy. Next he takes the leash and walks me over to a set of dog dishes on the floor and explains that I am only allowed to eat or drink from these two bowls. Any other method of drinking or eating will be met with serious punishment. To make his point he takes me into a guest room and has me lay across a foot stool. He then attaches each of my arms to the legs on the front of the stool and then attaches my ankles to the legs on the back of the stool, essentially making me immobile. He next retrieves a paddle from a standing closet and moves behind me...he explains that he is going to demonstrate the punishment I will receive for failing to follow any instructions or for failing to perform to his satisfaction. My first reaction is fear and it is quickly brought to reality as a swish sound is followed by a loud cracking sound and then the sting of pain as he lands his first blow to my unprepared bare bottom. I let out a yelp of pain and surprise. He then informs me I am not to make such noise and instead will be required to count the swats out loud followed with a loud, "Thank You Master" and "May I have Another Please". Still startled by the initial blow I stammer "Thank You Master, May I have another please". Quickly he snatches my head back by my hair and between gritted teeth spits out, "Wrong answer BITCH!..that will cost you!" Before I can reason what my error could be he quickly strikes my ass with a rapid fire that leaves me in such stinging pain I cannot speak to utter the words he has commanded. He pulls my hair again and repeats his instructions, "You were supposed to count the swats, and THEN say Thank You Master, May I have another! Try again Bitch or do I need to leave bruises so soon?" I answer quickly, "No master, I'm sorry, I'll do better from now on". He stands and says, "Show me" and then brings the paddle down hard and swift on my now bright red ass. I respond through tears "Two! Thank you master, may I have another please." He then kneels beside me and says, "I suppose a bitch like you is too stupid to be expected to count correctly, you're only good for fucking and fun, so I'll let this be a lesson and end my demonstration." I am so relieved he is finished as my ass is throbbing but somehow the pain has turned me on immensely and I can feel the moisture between my legs starting to trickle down my thighs. My master seems to notice my condition and again pulls my hair back to inquire how a bitch in heat could be turned on by such punishment? I open my mouth to answer but pause briefly to think of what I should say and how I should address my master. In that brief lapse he is on his knees in front of me and his cock is raging hard. I only catch a glimpse of it as he shoves it roughly into my open mouth and down my gagging throat. Holding me by my leash he forces me to swallow every inch of his 7 1/2 inch cock, right up to his balls. I fear I am going to pass out from lack of oxygen when he pulls out only long enough for me to take one breath and then shoves his cock back in to its hilt. He then begins a slow, deep throat fuck, gagging me each time he enters my throat and holding my head in place by the collar attached to my neck. After several moments of face fucking he pulls his cock out and moves behind me again and quickly shoves his cock in my pussy. I'm startled by the sudden invasion of my cunt by his fat cock and even though I am wet, it still causes some discomfort. He cares little about my discomfort and even less about my pleasure. I am certain he is about to cum deep inside my cunt when he suddenly pulls out and places the tip of his slippery cock just outside my pink hole...I tense up at the thought of his cock ramming into my ass without additional lubrication. He goes slowly only to ease his own discomfort at entering such a tight space with his fat cock. I am certain that he is going to tear me apart but he suddenly quickens his pace and then as suddenly as he began he lurches forward with all this weight and blows his load deep inside my ass, pumping ounce after ounce of hot jizz inside me. As he finishes and pulls his cock from my still trembling ass hole and he moves back in front and orders me to clean his cock with my mouth. I hesitate just a moment and then he pulls my head up sharply and yells, "Clean my cock now Bitch!" I quickly open my mouth and take in his cum, pussy, and ass juice covered cock, into my mouth. Using my tongue I lick and suck until he is satisfied I have done the job. As he stands he says in a cold voice, "That was a pathetic fuck, I am not satisfied and now I will punish you with ten more swats to your ass." He moves into position and as the first blow rains down on my still stinging ass I do not forget to count and repeat my lines...as the last blow falls I finish my required line and then hang limply over the stool hoping I will get a break from my punishment. I hear him moving inside the closet and see him exit holding what looks like a horse's tail or maybe the tail of a big dog. As he kneels in front of me he pulls my head up to show me a large anal plug that is attached to a fake dog tail. He laughs at my confused expression and explains mockingly, "Well now, I can't have the guys seeing my dog bitch without her tail, now can I? So I bought this little ass plug to complete your bitch in heat look." He then moved back to my battered ass and quickly shoved the large anal plug deep into my ass where it stayed snuggly in place. Admiring his handy work, he stood and ordered me to thank him for his gift and for fucking me. I quickly replied, "Thank you Master. Thank you for my dog tail anal plug and for fucking me." After he untied me he led me back into the kitchen and poured some water in my bowl and told me to go and drink. He instructed me that I was not to use my hands but to lap at the water like a true bitch in heat. I did as I was instructed happy to have something to ease the sore throat I had been given from his deep, rough throat fucking earlier. As I drank he told me 10 of his closest friends would be coming over for a weekend of sports watching and fucking fun. I would be required to service any and all of the needs the guys in attendance may have over the course of the next two days. I had to admit the thought frightened and excited me equally. Could I please 11 cocks? Would I be able to withstand that type of abuse and how many times would I be punished for not delivering to my masters' satisfaction. It was going to be a long, challenging, and exciting weekend. As I finished lapping the last of the water from my dish I was going to beg for a little more as my throat was still parched from the harsh fucking. Before I could ask the door bell sounded and master moved to answer. He turned to me and told me to stay put in the kitchen until he called and then I was to come out on all fours. I responded, "Yes Master." He turned, disappeared through the door and headed down the hall. I heard the front door open and the sound of multiple voices greeting one another and then a few "hell yeah's" followed by what sounded like high fives. I listened carefully, straining to determine how many voices were now in the cabin and trying to imagine what each of the men would look like based on the sound of their voices. I couldn't be certain but I recognized at least three different voices, one was that of my Master and the other two were obviously friends he had told me about earlier. I waited patiently in the kitchen for my Master to call...And after what seemed an eternity I heard the words my heart had been beating so loudly and excitedly to hear. "Come here Bitch, come on, move your ass." I quickly pushed through the kitchens swinging door and made my way down the hall and into the living room, a bit clumsily as the anal plug was somewhat uncomfortable in my sore ass and the nipple clamps were pulling on my swollen nips with each movement. In addition, the chain running between my legs and to the clamps attached to each of my cunt lips was tugging painfully each time I extended one leg in front of the other...making my movements on all fours all the more humiliating and difficult. Yet, these sensations all combined with the unknown voices to turn me on immeasurably. My master quickly moved to grab my leash and nearly choked me as he dragged me the rest of the way into the center of the room. I carefully glanced around the room, careful not to stare, but eager to see if my imagination matched the reality of what I'd heard. I had miscalculated by one and there were three additional men now in the room, bringing the total to four. Although it was difficult to be certain from my position on all fours, it looked as though each of them stood well over 6 feet tall. Master was himself only about 5'10 and weighed in around 170. These three guys looked like line men for a pro team or a college team at least! Big barrel chested guys who could have crushed me under their weight, I'm sure. Master was the first to speak as he said, "Well here's my little bitch, she ain't much to look at but she has a fair peace of pussy between those thighs and her ass is pretty tight, if you don't like either of those, her throat is a good fuck." At that the guys all chuckled out loud in amusement. I was a bit hurt by the comments as I felt myself to be rather attractive, not a model but certainly attractive enough to warrant a better commentary. Still, having Master talk about my body as if it were a tool to be used any way they saw fit began to turn me on in ways only a true slut could ever understand. Finally, the guy wearing a pair of Nike running shorts asked me to turn around so he could get a look at that tail I had swishing behind me. I moved around to display the dog tail as he requested. Master then rudely placed his foot on the back of my neck and forced my head to the floor so that I'd be in a kneeling position with my ass raised high in the air. "There Tom, should be easier to see my handy work with it a little higher off the ground." Again, the guys all enjoyed a good laugh at my expense. Tom bent over and lifted the dog tail to expose my pussy underneath and the clamps attached to my lips. "Nice clamps you got there Mike, can they be made any tighter?" Tom asked. Master responded, "They don't get much tighter but you can pull them and stretch her lips in any direction you wish...the skin on a cunt like that is amazing...could almost stretch it down to the bitches ass if you tried hard enough." With that encouragement Tom grabbed for the chain and gave a slight tug to check how secure the clamps were on my cunt lips. After being satisfied they would not come off with any strenuous tugging he began to test Masters' Theory about my cunt lips stretching to my ass. The pain was slight at first but as he pulled further and my lips were pulled beyond their limits it became excoriating and I cried out in agony. Master struck quickly at my tender ass with his belt and I heard the crack before I felt the sharp sting of leather. Half dazed I only barely remembered to say, "One, thank you Master may I have another please." He then sneered at me and said, "Why yes Bitch, you may have another so that you'll remember not to speak unless spoken to." And with that he lashed at my ass again with his belt, falling hard across my right ass cheek. I grimaced and repeated, "Two, thank you Master may I have another please." At this, the guys began to ask if they could give me a lash as well. Master offered his belt to Tom who quickly warmed to the idea and rained down a fast hard blow to my left ass cheek. "Three, Thank you Master may I have another please." Then he passed the belt to his friend who took his position and followed with another blow to my left cheek. "Four, Thank you Master may I have another please." As the last guy took the belt and positioned himself I began to regret my decision to submit as a slave and thought of using my safety word, but before I could think clearly enough the blow rained down on my right cheek, bringing a painful balance to my red and now bruised ass checks. "Five, thank you Master may I have another please." Master then pulled me roughly from my bowed position by my hair and said, "No Bitch, you may not have another one...what a whore you are to want your ass beat so much, you really fucking love this don't you my little cunt?" Through tears streaming down my cheeks I stammered out "Yes Master." My words seemed to emit from somewhere else or someone else because they seemed not to match the words in my mind which were screaming. "No, I can't take the pain, please let me go now!" With that he let go of my head and said to his friends,"I've got some steaks on the grill that should be ready about now and some cold beer in the fridge. You guys ready for some food and fun?" "In unison the guys hollered, "Hell yes man, let's eat!" I was hungry myself as I hadn't had time to eat before meeting my Master to start my weekend of slavery. Seemingly knowing my thoughts Master looked down at me and said, "Don't worry Bitch, I'll even feed you." He then pulled me with him by my leash towards the kitchen with his three friends following behind laughing at my obvious discomfort and the ridiculous way the dog tail swished back and forth from my sore asshole. "Damn, Mike if I didn't know that was attached to an anal plug I'd swear that was an actual dogs tail!" laughed Tom. "Hey Doug, isn't that the same kind of tail as your chocolate lab?" Tom continued. Doug replied, "You know man, it is a lot like her tail, but hell man, my lab is a lot better looking than this bitch!" And his words stung again as the four men roared their laughing approval of his criticism. Master had me sit in the begging position while he finished turning the steaks and prepared to place them on a large platter to carry to the table. As he finished putting the last of the steaks on the platter he looked over at me and said, "Back on all fours Bitch, and prepare to carry this tray of steaks over to the table and if you drop even one, your ass will never recover from the beating it'll receive!" Taking him at his word I carefully leveled my back to carry the tray and slowly made my way to the table, ever relieved when Doug lifted the tray from my back without incident and began serving himself. I sat quietly by the table and waited for further instructions from my master. I didn't have long to wait as he quickly called for me to go and bring four beers for him and his friends. With some measure of relief he noted I would be allowed to stand upright and go get them so that I could be faster. Surprisingly, when I stood the chain that was attached to the cunt clamps pulled even more tightly creating shooting sensations of pain that tortured and tempted me at the same time. My nipples were also suddenly brought up at an odd angle and the change in position created a tingling sensation that ran from my nipples to my snatch where I once again felt the stirrings of desire. I moved quickly to get the beer and returned with the four beers and carefully made my way around the table opening each beer before handing it to the waiting hand. Each man thanked me by pulling down cruelly on my nipple clamps, amusing themselves with the reddish purple color the tips of my nipples had now turned. After I served the last beer, I stepped back from the table and waited for further instructions but none came and I was forced to endure the men eating steak, potatoes, and pasta salad as I waited for something to be offered to me. Again, seemingly reading my mind, Master asked if I wanted something to eat. I replied, "Yes, please Master." He laughed and said, "Come on Bitch I've seen dogs in the park beg better than that...get down and beg like a good little bitch." So I knelt down and extended my hands in front of me, mimicking the way a dog holds her paws when begging for food. I began to whine and whimper as I had heard dogs do when they wanted something to eat. Finally, Tom tossed me a piece of bread and said, "There Bitch, eat that and shut the fuck up!" Following his orders I knelt to retrieve the bread and remembered I was not allowed to use my hands. The bread had landed on the floor at my feet and I didn't want to eat off the floor. Tom mused, "What's the matter Bitch, you too good to eat of the floor like a good dog? Maybe I should beat your ass some more and make you appreciate food when it's offered." I had heard enough and without a second thought bent down and took the bread in my mouth nearly swallowing it whole, without even chewing. Suddenly, my master jumped from his seat and came rushing to my side, he slapped me hard across my face making my eyes water and nearly causing me to choke on the half swallowed bread in my throat. "What the fuck are you doing Bitch? I told you not to eat from anything other than those bowls I gave you in the kitchen. It seems someone needs a gentle reminder of the rules." I moved back and quickly said, "I'm sorry Master please forgive me." Master harshly hissed, "Oh I'll forgive you right after I beat that ass of yours again...now turn around and bend over!" I slowly did as instructed and waited for the stinging sensation of his belt across my ass cheeks, but this time he took his displeasure out on my thighs, startling me once again into nearly yelping out loud. Somehow I muffled the yelp and muttered "One, thank you master may I have another please." He happily answered my forced request with four more lashes across my thighs and then directed me to carry my bowls over one at a time using my mouth only. I did as instructed and then he cut up some steak, potato, and bread placing it in my bowl. "There Bitch, eat that and don't let me see you drop any on the ground! This is better than you deserve but I didn't have time to get the dog food today so you're lucky tonight." I carefully ate and tried not to think about how humiliating I must have looked eating from a dog dish with my ass still holding the anal Dog tail in place. As I finished my last bite of food I was thirsty and wondered if Master would offer me something to drink, perhaps a cold beer or some water. I made my way slowly to his leg and carried my water bowl in my mouth hoping he would notice me but he seemed to be ignoring me and talking among his friends. After at least 20 minutes I decided to drop the bowl and see if it would get his attention. What a foolish mistake. Master 2 Slave "No give, just take" As the bowl rattled around on the floor Master turned sharply to face me and said, "What are you doing bitch? Did I tell you to make noise with those bowls!" "I mumbled, "Sorry Master, I was just wondering if I could have something to drink please?" Tom looked down at me and asked in a mocking tone, "What, now you probably want a beer to go with that steak too?" I didn't answer so Master asked me if I would like a beer to drink. I replied, "Yes, thank you Master." "You actually think I'm going to give you a beer? You are out of your damn mind!" exclaimed Master. Then Tom interrupted Masters Tirade and said, "Hell Mike, I say we let her have a taste of our beer man, she should get to have something to wash it down with...we'll just give it to her filtered." I wasn't sure how I was going to have to drink filtered beer, if it meant from a funnel or some other device I didn't care, I just needed something to wash down the food and quench my thirst. I heard a familiar sound but couldn't quite place it until I saw the last guy at the bar, the silent friend stand and begin unzipping his Levi jeans. Not now I thought, I don't have time to give a blow job, I need something to drink. Tom saw his friend stand and said, "Looks like Paul is going to give her the first round of filtered beer." All four men grinned as their inside joke was lost on me...until I saw Master hand Paul my water bowl and watched in horror as Paul began to urinate into my drinking bowl. I just knew this was a joke and they were going to throw out the urine filled bowl and rinse it so I could have some clean water to drink. Instead, Master sat the bowl down in front of me and said, "There you go bitch, freshly filtered beer. Drink up." I sat stunned and unable to move, I had never even had a golden shower much less a drink of piss. My mind flashed through repulsion and was working its way to refusal when I felt a slap to my face jar me back to consciousness. Master was barking at me, "I said Drink up, so drink up or do I need to give you more lashes on those thighs?" Suddenly caught between a world where I could say the safe word and end it all but well before any real fun or satisfaction had begun or I could attempt to do something I felt certain would cause me to vomit. Almost without thinking I began lowering my face to the bowl and as I drew near, the strong odor of urine greeted my nose and made me think again of using my safe word. I slowly stuck out my tongue and barely let the tip touch the top of the still warm piss in the bowl. Without warning, Master placed his foot on the back of my neck and forced my entire face into the bowl causing me to suck in a great gulp of not air put urine. I choked as the salty brine filled my mouth and nose and caused my eyes to burn. The men all roared again at my condition. Tom called out to Paul, "Hey man seems like the Bitch doesn't like your brand of beer, maybe she'll like mine better?" My face still buried in the bowl of urine, I fought to breathe but found only piss being taken in as Master refused to lift his foot from my neck. In an effort designed only to save myself from passing out I drank in a large gulp of urine and managed to empty the bowl enough to find a pocket of air to breath. With that, Master lifted his foot and said to Tom and Paul, "Bitch seems kind of ungrateful or maybe she just don't know how to drink out of a bowl yet...hell she is just a slut puppy" He put special emphasis on the word puppy. "You know, a puppy can't drink out of a bowl; they have to get their milk from their mothers tit so maybe that's the problem...this Bitch needs a tit to drink from. Or in this case, maybe we can give it to her straight from the horse's mouth, or rather his dick!" he laughed. Again the guys laughed at the plan and Tom made his way to where I was regaining my composure and trying not to hurl the urine and food from my body at the thought of what I had just been forced to drink. Tom positioned himself in front of me as I sat on my knees in a kneeling position and pulled his limp cock from his shorts. "Open your mouth and suck this down Bitch." I moved forward and opened my mouth and began to suck on his cock as he ordered. I felt the warm flow of liquid from his cock and thought, "He can't have cum that fast and without even getting hard." It was then I realized that the taste was not cum but rather more urine. Tom was urinating right down my throat and the stream suddenly gained in force and shot down my throat quickly, once again gagging me. Behind me I heard my Master say, "Drink it all down Bitch, you have to practice because I'm next and then big boy Doug is going to give you a real treat." Unable to swallow all of the piss Tom was dumping down my throat some of it ran out of the corners of my mouth and puddled on the floor between my knees. As Tom shook the last few drops off onto my face and put his cock away, Master order me to clean up the mess on his floor. I turned to head for the kitchen and a rag, when he pulled harshly on my leash causing me to stop painfully. "Where the hell are you going Bitch? I just told you to clean the damn floor!" he bellowed. I replied, "Yes, Master I was going to get a rag from the kitchen." Master then slapped me across my face and hissed at me, "A fucking rag? You don't need a rag Bitch, stick out your tongue and lick that piss up like a good little dog and do it now!" Still holding my leash he forced my face down to the floor and held it there until I stuck out my tongue and lapped up all the drops of piss found there on the floor. Then he brought me back up to my knees and looked me in the eyes. "Now, you take out my cock and suck on it better than you did Tom's, I'm going to piss down your throat and you better not let one more drop of piss hit my floor or so help me." I nodded my head quickly in understanding and took his cock out and placed it inside my mouth. I began to suck on it slowly in anticipation of the sudden flow of urine that was sure to burst out and strangle me if I wasn't prepared. Initially a small trickle came but as I feared it soon turned to a full speed torrent and I struggled to swallow fast enough to keep it from dropping to the floor. Amazingly enough Master finished and I hadn't let a drop drip from my mouth. He patted me on the head. My first sign of approval so far and I felt oddly proud of my accomplishment. Then his friend Doug rose and made his way over to me. I could already tell from the bulge in his pants that Doug was hard from watching all of this and that he also had a monster cock hiding in those pants. As he pulled out his cock I gasped at the size of it and felt a tingle between my legs at the thought of that monster plunging into my wet pussy at some point this weekend. It was a solid 8 inches but had to be as big around as a soda can. It was massive to say the least. I wasn't sure how I could even hope to get the tip in my mouth much less preventing a drop of piss from falling. AS he moved closer he told his friends, "I'm too hard to piss...the Bitch is gonna have to make me cum first and then maybe I can piss for her." With that he shoved his massive cock head between my lips and I tried with all my might to take his cock in as far as I could. He worked it in slowly to avoid scraping to much along my teeth but then began to move in and out with enough rhythm that my jaws relaxed and I was able to take in a surprising amount of his cock. As he grew closer to his climax he began to push more of his massive member into my mouth gagging me and cutting off my oxygen supply. Then without warning he plunged the massive thing past the back of my throat and into my esophagus where I felt I was going to pass out or have my throat ripped apart. He pulled back and the guys all cheered him on and Master even said, "Damn man, did you see that monster slide down her throat? It looked like a scene form alien where the creature burst out." Then one of the guys suggested they get a picture of my throat and face as Doug continued his frontal assault on my windpipe. As he forced his cock further in I felt myself grow dizzy and nearly pass out before he pulled back and a little oxygen rushed in. I was barely conscious when he neared climax and on his last two thrust he somehow managed to force all 8 inches down my straining throat and hold it there while the guys laughed and took photos of my bugged out eyes, my red and nearly blue face, cruelly twisted by the massive python like cock stuck deep in my throat. Then still holding his cock deep down my throat he roared and exploded down my throat shooting rope after rope of hot cum directly into my stomach, I couldn't even swallow...my throat was held open as he finished expelling his cum into me at will. Finally, he pulled out and I fell over to the floor nearly blacking out before being awakened by a splash on my face. Opening my eyes to see Doug was now pissing on my face and tits after blowing his load in my mouth. As I lay there gasping and trying to regain complete consciousness, I heard Master calling me, "Bitch, Bitch, snap out of Bitch." I finally came around and said weakly, "Yes Master." He then pulled me up and informed me I had missed catching Doug's stream of piss and now needed to lick his floor clean once again. I rolled over and slowly began the cleaning job, too exhausted to feel or taste anything. When I was finished Master called for me to come outside, onto the deck and I made my way to where he was waiting. He was holding the water hose in his hand and told me I needed a bath. He sprayed me with the cold water and caused me to gasp at the shock to my body. The water stung at my skin and especially the backs of my thighs which were sore from my beatings and my ass which was nearly numb but not numb enough. He sprayed my face and told me to open my mouth and shot a stream of water down my throat that burned from what I assumed was damage down by Doug's massive cock raping my throat moments earlier. As he finished hosing me off he then motioned for me to come over to the reclining chair and to kneel at his side. I did so and soon found he was forcing my head down to his now erect penis. I eagerly took his member into my mouth and savored his much smaller but delightful cock in my mouth. As I played with the head of his cock, I felt someone move behind me and push aside the dog tail before inserting a rather large cock head at the entrance to my pussy. I stifled a moan as Tom slide his hard cock into my cunt and began pounding me like a dime store hooker. He wasted no time and seemed interested in only satisfying himself. After a few moments of intense pounding he exploded inside my pussy and then pulled out to offer my cunt to his friend Paul who quickly took up his position behind me. As I worked my head up and down on Masters Cock I felt Paul push inside my now dripping wet cunt and begin his own personal assault. He too seemed not to care about my needs or desires and offered nothing in the way of stimulation to my clit. Not wanting to attract notice, I carefully dropped my hand down between my legs and began to rub at my clit while Paul pounded in and out of my cunt and Master road up and down into my mouth. I felt my climax build at about the same time Master released his cum into my mouth. As I drank down the thick creamy liquid I was pushed over the edge when Paul came inside as well and his cock pulsed with each stream of jizz he sprayed inside the walls of my pussy. I shuttered as the final wave of satisfaction ran its course through my cunt and body. I was spent or so I thought, until I felt someone pull on the dog tail and felt the pop of the anal plug as it exited my flinching sphincter. I casually glanced over my shoulder to see who had finally relieved me of the uncomfortable butt plug and saw to my horror, that Doug had regained his erection and now seemed bent on punishing my ass. I jumped up and said to my Master in a voice that barely came out above a whisper, "Master please, I cannot take something that large in there...I think he may have done real damage to my throat already." Master stroked my hair and said, "There, there girl, I know you are afraid and I'll protect you." Then Master looked at Doug and shook his head...he then said, "Tom bring me my bag of tricks I have an idea instead." When Tom returned Master gave me a drink from a real cup and said, "Here take this it will ease the pain in your throat and you'll be fine." I took the drink and the medicine he offered and saw from the corner of my eye that Doug was still stroking his rock hard member. I could only imagine how long he could last after having just cum moments before. I would thrill at having him inside my pussy but not in my ass. Thank heavens Master is a reasonable man. The last few words would have been slurred had I attempted to say them out loud. Then I heard Master calling to me from another room, only I looked up to see he was just inches away from my face. I could barely make out what he was saying and I just smiled and nodded in agreement. Then he placed a ball gag in my mouth and tightened the latch behind my head. I was now unable to speak and could only mumble. As he finished hooking my ball gag into place, he guided me down the hall into the room with the punishment stool. I tried to resist but I was unable to control my muscles. He placed me over the stool and reattached all the cuffs to the legs of the chairs, once again rendering me immobile and now mute. Master now raised my head again and looked into my eyes to see if I understood him. I could make out his words but was unable to answer. I heard him say something that caused me to have a sudden flash of anxiety but I couldn't really understand what about his words created such fear. Then I saw Doug and his cock again, only this time he was putting some type of cream or oil on his long thick monster. I felt a warm trickle of something slippery running between the cracks of my ass and only vaguely recognized it as lubrication. Then I heard Master again talking to me and his words somehow broke through my dazed condition and the fear in my eyes gave him all the assurance he needed that I understood exactly what he had said. "Doug is going to fuck your ass now my little bitch, he is going to spread that little puckered pink eye of yours apart but you'll recover in a few weeks, I'm sure." Then he laughed a sick kind of laugh before continuing with his comments. "You didn't really think you were going to be in control this weekend did you, there is no safe word Bitch, I decide what happens or doesn't and you will be my slave until I and my friends tire of you, then we'll sell you to our friends from overseas and someone else can adopt our little bitch in heat...either way, we are gonna enjoy you. Paul here is going to video the destruction of your ass hole by Dinosaur Dick Doug and then we are gonna film a nice double penetration of each of us fucking that asshole at the same time...that's right we are gonna put two cocks in that little tight hole and stretch it for all it's worth. Hell, I might even see if we can get Paul and Doug's dick in there at the same time." With that I felt a terrible burning, and pulling sensation at my back door as Doug began his assault on my tiny asshole. I tried to scream but the ball gag muffled my attempt and Paul moved in close with the camera as he spoke into the microphone, "Look at the fear in this bitches eyes, Old Doug is just starting to split that ass hole wide open and She looks like an elephant is fucking her pink eye." I heard Master say, "She'd be glad to have a little elephant fuck her instead of that massive thing forcing its way between her cheeks right now." As they spoke I felt my sphincter give way to the massive force behind Doug's weight and cock. Again, I felt burning and the sensation of something running down between my legs, dripping down my thighs and I feared it was blood. Doug was literally tearing me apart and I could do nothing to stop this assault. With one final shove he buried himself balls deep into my ass and I felt like I had been impaled in some sort of medieval torture technique. But strangely, as Doug began to move in and out of me I felt the most amazing sensation of my life. It started at my toes and seemed to travel rapidly up my legs and then it came from the tips of my nipples and traveled down to my belly and suddenly, I felt my body leap into some distant land of cosmic impossibility as an orgasm of unbelievable power swept over my body. It held me for the longest time; I couldn't remember ever feeling so excited or pleasured...minutes maybe even half an hour passed before my body came down from the amazing wave of ecstasy. I didn't even remember Doug finishing or pulling out, or being untied. I was now face-down on a bed, resting, recovering. I even thought for a moment it had been just a dream but then I attempted to move and realized I was not untied just tied in a different position and location. As I moved my head I heard my Master speak, "So you are awake now, you were out for over four hours...you missed quite a show, but don't worry, we got it all on film. You won't be able to sit for a while because ole Doug really did a number on your back side and I couldn't resist trying out my anal DP...so believe it or not we managed to get Old Doug and Paul in that tiny tube of yours after all...amazing little hole you got there...or I should say had there...nothing tiny about it now. Hell, you could drive a Mack truck up your ass right now." He laughed. With that he turned and left the room....I laid very still I wondered if he had been telling the truth or was this all a part of the same dream? Amazingly, I didn't feel any pain; just a sore sensation and I credited that to the pounding I'd allegedly taken. Perhaps, whatever Master had given me had eased my discomfort, and I couldn't wait to examine the damage to my poor ass. At the same time, I couldn't wait to watch the video of my abuse, to see for myself, if I had really managed to take not just one, but two monster cocks in my ass. I drifted back to sleep where I could dream of the next round and the other 6 men still to come. As I drifted off to sleep a familiar stirring began between my legs and a dreamy smile spread across my face. Master "I hate you!" Larissa screamed at the top of her lungs as she stormed out of the bedroom. His reaction when they had finished their reflections on the day. Jeremy sat there in awe, Larissa was a normally very quiet and in control submissive. He wasn't sure what he said wrong, but whatever happened today seem to have sent her over the edge. He sat there for a moment giving her some time to calm down. He had never seen her this angry in the three years that they had been together. She was still obviously fuming as he walked out of the bedroom after slipping on his satin boxers. Tears stained her cheeks as he moved toward her. She looked completely helpless. "Kitten, shhh I'm sorry." He slipped down on the couch beside her and pulled her into his lap. Tears still streamed down her cheeks and she started to sob the moment she found herself in his lap. She buried her head in his chest and clung to him. His fingers lifted to trace that very delicate collar that encircled her neck. He had replaced the first one he bought with that one on their wedding night. She got very quiet feeling his fingers tracing the cool metal. Her breathing finally slowing and the sobbing came to a stop. It was like a sweeping calm that made everything bad go away. She wasn't ready to talk yet, so that head stayed buried in his chest. After a few moments she finally lifted her head and look into his eyes. "Master, it's not your fault the clients tore me apart today." Teeth chewing on that bottom lip as she spoke softly to him. Her eyes gazing into those dark gray eyes. Every time she had ever looked into his eyes, she knew the look was only for her. It was like the calm before the storm. She swallowed hard and lifted her body to turn herself around to face him. It was the worst day she had ever had. She was finally calmed and content as she stared up at him. "Please forgive me, Daddy. I don't hate you." A look of contemplation traced his eyes and face as he listened to her words. "Hmmm, kitten you can't allow these things to get to you so badly." That left hand at her cheek wiping away the stray tears on her cheek. "I'm not your enemy. I do forgive you, but you have earned punishment. I am not angry, but I can't have you yelling things like that at me." A solemn look came over her face as he spoke of punishment. It had been two months since she had earned her last punishment. The result of it, sitting uncomfortable for the entire weekend. Her ass has been reddened to the point where she was squirming every time she sat down. It stung for hours afterwards, even with his after care. This time would be worse, that word hate was used and he never deserved that. She just nodded her head looking to him, trying to hold back more tears, but she understood. "Go down to the dungeon and put out my crop and my paddle. You will also need to put on your cuffs and put out a good length of rope." He spoke softly and clearly. She was quiet as she stood up, but turned back around looking right to him as she spoke. "Yes Daddy." She took herself down to the dungeon quietly. She opened the cabinet where they stored all the implements and other supplies. Cuffs sat on the shelf and were lifted and placed on the bench first. She knew to get all four, because he would cuff her ankles as well as he always did. Crop and paddle were taken out and placed on the table next to the bench along with the rope. He had never used rope on her, but she would wait to see what he planned. She went to the other cabinent opening it and pulling out a small basket. It contained things to tend to her once he was finished. The basket was placed on the bed knowing he would tend to her after. He never had to ask her to place that out. She knew every time there was punishment or some sort of session with spanking, that the basket was necessary to sooth the pain. She was placing on that last cuff as he walked into the dungeon quietly. She nodded knowingly and bent over the bench. He moved toward her quietly and cuffed her hands in place on the bench and then her ankles. He moved around to her front and kissed her forehead softly. "You did a very good job getting ready and taking everything out, my kitten. I am very proud of you for accepting that you would be punished so well." He moved behind her and ran his hand down her bottom gently. One finger gliding over that very wet entrance, teasing slightly. She smiled feeling that kiss to her forehead. Her breath stopped for a moment as she felt that hand run across her bottom. She bit down on her bottom lip feeling him tease her slightly. "Ugh." The word escaped before she could think, next thing she knew there was a crack of his palm across her bare rear with warning. "You will count tonight, little one. Starting with that one since you think that you have permission to make a sound from my touch." "One, Daddy." He smiled very pleased as he drew his hand back and found that same spot on her rear again. "Two, Daddy." He was starting out slow, to build up to the punishment that he felt she deserved. Hand drawn back and the other side of her rear was found. Same impact as the previous two. "Three, Daddy." Another crack in that same spot. "Four, Daddy." He stopped for a moment admiring the soft redness that was starting to show on her bottom. At that moment his hand reached over to his little table and the paddle was lifted free. That first spot cracked with more power than he had behind those smacks with his palm. She almost whimpered as she felt it hit it's mark. "Five, Daddy." As he drew back for the next swat, silent tears streamed down her cheeks. She continued to count as he cracked each side of her bottom with that paddle for a total of 2 swats to each side. After those were completed the crop was taking into his hand. He repositioned himself, he listened to her soft sobs with each crack of that crop. She had lost count at about ten and was sobbing each time that crop was felt across her flesh. He stopped when he had got to twenty strikes and admired his handy work. She was still sobbing softly as he stopped. Crop was laid down and he moved around to kiss her forehead. She didn't look up, but the sobbing slowed. She had taken her punishment so well. He thought he'd reward her for that. He was very turned on looking at what a good job he did. Her ass perfectly reddened. Boxers were slid down as he moved behind her. He heard her groan softly as he rubbed that tip against her entrance. She was still very wet, even after the punishment. He spoke softly as he pulled his hips back and slide his entire length into her with one movement. "You are still under punishment, so you are not allowed to cum without my permission. You will wait for it and if I decide not to give it, you will deal with it, little one." She just nodded her head and closed her eyes letting her body to adjust to him being inside of her. She shuddered the first time he pulled back and started to take her. It was not gentle. Everytime he brought her to the dungeon, he was not gentle. She was already moaning softly as he slid himself in and out with much fervor. He was grunting softly feeling her muscles tighten as he took her. He took a deep breath in and concentrated solely on his own pleasure. He knew from this angle if he let her cum, it would be hard and a major rush for her. His face plastered with that devious grin. In and out, she was squirming underneath him after about twenty minutes of those hard strokes. She was having trouble holding on now. She was moaning loudly and her nails were digging into the wood of that bench. He was growling now as he continued to take her. His breath coming in short pants. He pulled back and slammed himself into her another time or two. As he pulled back that last time, he spoke. "You may cum." As soon as he finished speaking he pushed back in with all the strength he had. He leaned down holding onto her, his body pressing against her reddened ass. She cried out feeling his hot cum coat her insides. She felt her muscles tense as well and she was shaking underneath him as she came harder than she had in a very long time. He held onto her as he was still spilling his own release. He was breathing hard and his eyes were closed. After about five minutes of holding onto her, he pulled back. He smiled as he moved around and uncuffed her. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed where the supplies lay to tend to her bottom. She looked up at him in a daze as he lay her on her stomach. He pulled a few bottles free and rubbed a bit of each one on her bottom. She was still in that daze as he finished. He pulled her back up into his arms and carried her back to their bedroom. She was asleep by the time he reached there. He smiled laying her down and tucking her under the covers. He curled up beside her and held her as she slept. Master The envelope had been delivered under the door. An ugly manila envelope contained a letter, a plane ticket and a set of instructions. Inside the manila envelope was a smaller envelope with red writing in a strong masculine scrawl, DO NOT OPEN UNTIL FURTHER INSTRUCTED. Nira had studied the envelope and letter for hours in her little apartment in San Francisco. Nira, I know your innermost thoughts. Don't deny them. I have watched you and admired you. I wish to help you release your true desires. Allow me to be your teacher, and your master. Please, my dear, follow the instructions I have sent you. Eric Eric? Where had she heard that name? She knew no one by that name. Except...oh, except the man who had visited the shop once or twice. She remembered him because he was quite eccentric. Eric something. He was from Europe, lived in England but had a touch of French to his voice. A wealthy businessman had visited the shop, a tiny women's boutique in Mission district. He had bought a gift for a lady friend. Could this be him? These instructions were so strange, but so exciting. She could not believe she wanted to do this. To go to England and meet a total stranger and...sex? What was she thinking? 3 days later It was raining Hell bent when the plane touched down at Heathrow. She followed instructions to the last detail. The letter had said to not bring anything with her but the clothing she had on. She wore navy blue slacks and a white sweater; her hair tucked up under a hat. Now she was to find a man in a black tuxedo, easy to notice at an airport. He would be holding a sign with her name on it. His name was Jack. She found him. She was not to speak to him, and he was not to speak to her. He made a gesture with his hand for her to follow, and he led her to a gold toned Mercedes. The drive was long, frightening and nervous. Nira was wishing she had not come here. She must be crazy. She was looking out the window as Jack drove up a long narrow driveway to a massive estate with lavish gardens. This was just outside London. This was it. She took a deep breath. The car stopped and Jack opened the door for her. He smiled to her and then drove away, leaving her in the rain on the doorstep. Her heart pounded and her thoughts strayed to the danger of what she was doing. Timidly, she knocked on the door three times. The instructions had said to knock only three times, no more, no less. She was to meet Clara, the maid, and do as Clara said. Clara opened the door. Clara was a tall blonde woman of about 30, with classic features and long legs, a perfect contrast to Nira's dark, exotic beauty of Indian lineage. "I'm Clara. Follow me." Was all that was said. Nira followed the woman into a Victorian sitting parlor and was startled as the blonde woman handed her another envelope of instructions. Clara left the room. Slowly, Nira opened the envelope and read the instructions. REMOVE YOUR CLOTHING. PLACE EACH PIECE OF CLOTHING IN THE FIREPLACE. IN THE CEDAR CHEST NEAR YOU, YOU WILL FIND NEW CLOTHING. DRESS YOURSELF CAREFULLY AND CORRECTLY. IN THE CHEST YOU WILL ALSO FIND A BLINDFOLD. WEAR IT. WAIT FOR ME, STANDING. DO NOT SIT. Something stirred inside her. She felt a mix of fear and arousal as she began to undress. She cried as she placed her clothing in the fire and heard the crisp sound of the flames eating away the fabric. The cedar chest indeed held new clothes for her. She lifted up the first garment and bit her lip. In her hand, she held an emerald green satin corset with black laces. In the cedar chest was matching panties, black garter belts and stockings, and long black satin evening gloves. Beneath all of it was a delicate blindfold. With hesitation, she slipped on the panties and stockings, attached the garters and then laced herself into the corset, it's restricting boning making it difficult to breathe correctly. Last was the blindfold. She stood in place in the parlor, her fear eating her away. "Beautiful." A male voice made her jump with fear. This was her admirer, her master. She could not see him, only hear him. Yes, the French in the voice was there. She longed to see him. It was maddening. "You are definitely exquisite, my dear." She was too shocked to say anything. She trembled as she felt him closer to her; she could feel his breath on her forehead. And then, she felt his hands touch the thick fabric of the corset, and though she barely felt it through the stiffness of the material, it was strongly erotic the way he touched her. His hand moved over her hip and thigh, "Raise your arms." He instructed and she obeyed. The lift caused her breasts to come out of their enclosure, which was what he hoped for. Now her rather large breasts were bare on the top half and her nipples hardened against the lace, poking over the rim of the corset. "Pink cherries, so lovely..." he mused and she flinched as he pinched a hardened nipple and caressed it with his fingers. He seemed to walk away from her as he spoke, "I saw you in the shop. So pretty, so innocent, and yet, you were obviously in need. You need someone to teach you. You are a submissive, a bottom, Nira. I wish to be your master. Do you want a master, Nira? If you say no, we will stop all this at once. Only the willing, Nira. Only the willing." Only the willing. The words comforted her, but she was longing for him, for anyone to ease the ache, to satisfy her desires. She nodded a yes to him. "No, Nira, speak to me with one word, yes or no. Understand that you will never truly be hurt, you need but say my name three times and all will end. Understand? Never fear me. I am here to pleasure you, Nira." Slowly, the word escaped her mouth, "Yes...Master." He smiled. "Good then we can continue. Nira, bend down on your hands and knees, gracefully." She did as he asked, with the hard wood floor cold on her knees. "Very well, my sweet. You are obedient. Now, arch your back so that I may see your cunt." She hesitated, and he saw right through her. "This bothers you, doesn't it? Not the action, but the words I use. Cunt. You don't like it. It is...pornographic, and so nasty. Or is it because it excites you that you hesitate? Do you like me to speak in vulgar words to you?" "I...yes, I like it..." "Then obey." She arched her back. "Spread your legs open so I may see you more clearly. Ah, yes, that is nice. Such a pretty, pink pussy. I can see you glistening. You are very wet, Nira. Tell me what you want. Be honest with me, Nira." She was crying now, but she did not know why. Her voice came out slow and distorted, "I want...I...want you to touch me..." He came close to her again and carefully but firmly, he pushed her head to the floor with his foot so that her bottom was arched high and her pussy clearly visible, even the tiny wet pearl of her core was obvious. "You want more than that, Nira. And you will receive it in your first lesson. You are not honest, Nira. You did not tell me what you feel. You did not obey. And you will be punished." She heard a drawer open, and from it he took a thick handled riding crop of black leather. She trembled, not knowing what he held in his hand. Without words, he gave her a swat on the behind. She jerked a bit, and he touched the red spot on her backside with his hand, feeling its warmth. Another swat, and she felt his hand move to her wet pussy. He stroked her there. "Open yourself." He ordered her. She was confused. She hesitated and he became harsh, the elegance in his voice gone. "Reach down and spread your pussy lips with your fingers. I want to see your tight little cunt." She shuddered at that word again, but the harshness in his voice made her even more excited. She reached down and parted her inner lips and held the position for his further instruction. "Can you be honest with me, Nira? Answer me with one word." "Yes." "Then tell me, what do you want?" "I want...to feel pleasure and pain, Master. I want you inside me...twisting me, torturing me. I want you to...to..." "Say it, Nira." "Punish me, Master. I want you to punish me. I want you to talk dirty to me and pull my hair..." She heard him laugh, the elegance returning to his cultured voice. He swatted her with the riding crop, again and again and again, each time harder than the last and she found herself rocking on her hands and knees in anticipation of it. "Spread your legs wider...I am going to give you the punishment you want, with this riding crop, and I want you to move on it as if it were me. If you please me, I will reward you, if not, you'll take this crop until you beg to be released from it." She felt the thick handle of the leather crop rub against her clit. She felt his fingers, the soft material of his sleeve, and then, she gasped as he plunged the handle into her pussy with little mercy. He began to push it in and out and she rocked with it, gently at first, then she remembered his warning. She could not be impaled like this for so long! She must satisfy him. She rocked more vigorously against it and jerked her hips back and forth against his hand. The pressure against her clit was maddening. She felt the wetness between her thighs and she felt the culmination of her passion swelling in her loins. She wanted him, this man she barely remembered his face. This man who now owned her sexually. The master who held this phallus-like thing in which she now abused herself on. She moaned and cried out. She shook violently and longed for him to please her with his own body. "Master please! I will go insane without you!" she could not help but cry out. Then, to her utter confusion, the crop was removed, but nothing replaced it. It was silence. She shivered and waited for some kind of reprimand for her disobedience. She heard footsteps. The scuffle of clothing. She longed for him. Then she heard his voice, "Suckle her." And to her disbelief, she felt a warm, wet mouth on her pussy, a tongue lapping her up and flickering against her clit. She wanted to cry out. Oh God! This was Carla! The woman's mouth sucked at Nira's clit, making it swell and making her come in little spasms of pleasure. Nira was pressing her hips to Clara's hungry mouth and Eric was fingering Clara's platinum blonde pussy feverishly. "Let her up." He ordered Clara. She obeyed him as well as any slave to a master. Obviously, he had trained Clara long ago. He pulled Nira to her feet and he lay on the floor, on the soft rug by the fire, his body now naked, and his organ erect and large. Clara helped to position the blindfolded Nira so that Nira was straddled on top of her master, only her back was facing him, like riding a horse backwards. Clara positioned Nira to lean back so that her arms were propping herself up and her master's cock was pushed far up inside her, yet her clit was not touched. Clara kneeled between Eric's legs and began to lick Nira's wet pussy and tickle Eric's cock as he moved in and out of her at the same time. She gave both of them simultaneous oral pleasure. Nira rode her master well and moaned as she jammed his cock into her with her thrusts. She even reached one hand down to part her pussy lips for Clara as she licked her clit. Nira thought she would never stop coming, and then her Master requested Nira to change positions, so that Nira was once again on her hands and knees. Clara was to lie down in front on Nira. Her master took no time at all to ram himself inside Nira's waiting pussy, and with a graceful push, he guided Nira's face down to Clara's spread pussy lips so that Nira could taste the other woman. Nira surprised herself. The taste of Clara turned her on more than she expected. She wished she could rip the blindfold off, but she fought the urge. Instead she lapped at the sweet, wet pussy, imagining what it must look like. Clara squirmed beneath her and with a cry as her master took the riding crop and spanked her backside with it, Nira came again in a powerful spasm, then tasted the wetness as Clara came with her. Nira felt her master's hands reach beneath her to hold her breasts as he made his last powerful thrusts into her, and with a loud groan that could have been pleasure or agony, he released inside her, paralyzed for a moment, then he drew out of her. "Stay how you are." He instructed Nira. "Clara, leave us." And Clara obeyed. Nira remained on her hands and knees, her wetness on her thighs making her painfully conscious of herself. And then he left her. She dared not move. She remained this way for close to a half-hour until he returned to her. "Nira, my sweet," his elegant voice began. "I am going to remove your blindfold, and you are going to look at me and say nothing. Then you will pick up the clothing I have laid out for you and dress yourself in them. You will pick up your plane ticket and return home without saying a word. Understood?" She nodded her head and said, "Yes, master." His hands carefully removed her blindfold and she stood up to her full height, gazing at him. He was more handsome than she had remembered. A tall man of over six feet, with sandy blond hair and the brightest, blue gray eyes she had ever witnessed. His body was lean and well shaped. His age, perhaps forty-five, only began to show around his eyes in the tiny, fine lines there. She breathed him in, smelled his cologne, some expensive fragrance from a French brand she could not place, but was familiar with. His clothing was designer, cashmere and silk. He had the utmost air of sophistication about him, but he said nothing to her. She longed to hear his voice, to touch him and finally, she had to touch him. She lifted herself on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek softly and he stroked her hair with the back of his hand, before she cast her eyes down and smiled. She watched silently as he walked back up the stairs and disappeared. She dressed herself and locked the door behind her. It was eleven months later when she received a manila envelope under her door for the second time. She ripped open the package to read its contents. Written in red ink on blue stationary were the words, "Miss me?" Nira saw her master only once a year, and never did she say more than two words to him. Yes, Master. Master "I have thought about what you are offering and I am willing to submit to you as my master." The words crossed her lips with a surety and understanding above her 18 years. She would commit to her master wholly and completely, whatever that involved. A smile crossed his lips with the knowledge of this. He would control her, dominate her, watch her submit and surrender to this lifestyle. His anticipation of this left him almost breathless with desire. "I will call you. You may never contact me. The instructions I give are complete and must be obeyed to the letter. Failure to comply will lead to punishment. Punishment is my choice and delivery of punishment will happen over a period of time decided by me. Public humiliation will not form part of this relationship. The pain will be torture and delightful." His words caused her fear and trepidation. These became immediate aphrodisiacs. She felt the crotch of her panties become soaked. She heard her breath ragged in her chest. She also felt electrified and empowered. She could hardly wait. Abruptly he put his empty coffee cup down, stood up and walked out of the coffee shop without a word. The confusion and desire he left her with caused her an intense dizziness. She stood up unsteadily, her knees shaking, her wetness dribbling down her thighs. It was a confused week before she heard from him. She was standing behind the jewelry counter when he walked in. She felt her sharp intake of breath and her lips going dry. She also felt deliciously naughty knowing who he was and why he was there. What would her boss & colleagues say if they knew? The secretiveness was arousing. He placed a note on the counter in front of her, turned and left the shop. He had made the instructions clear and precise and knew she would follow them to the letter. He looked forward to tonight and her welcome into his world. She read the note carefully: "Meet me outside the coffee shop at exactly 5pm. Wear no panties. Stand on the left hand side of the door. Master." Her head spun and her knees were weakened by the thrill that ran from her groin, through her stomach and up her spine. She left the shop at 5 minutes to five and ran the three blocks to the coffee shop. She arrived at exactly 5pm and took up her position outside the door on the left hand side. He watched her from across the road. She was almost dancing on the spot. He saw her chest heaving and her eyes watching every passer by expectantly. At 5:15pm he walked up to her. "Follow me," Came the curt instruction. She followed him into the office building across the arcade. She stood next to him as they waited for the lift. No one said a word. As the lift opened on the 14th floor she was aware of the silence that permeated the building. There was no one there. No one knew she was there. She realized the danger she had put herself in. This danger caused her further excitement and she felt the lips of her pussy swell and the giggles rise in her throat. They walked through the plushly carpeted passage to an office at the end. He opened the mahogany door and she walked into a dimly lit office with mahogany paneling, green carpets, heavy curtains and a large mahogany desk. The desk was the focal point of the room. It was clear of clutter and had large mahogany chairs upholstered in green leather on either side of it. The silence of the room and the building was roaring through her ears. In the distance she heard the tinkle of ice in a glass and turned to see him filling glasses with vodka. He handed her one and she drank it down in three quick gulps. The taste stung her throat; the warmth ran through her stomach. She stood expectantly as he sat down on the couch and surveyed her. Slim feet in high heels; long legs with well shaped calves; medium length navy blue pencil skirt which hugged her hips; white long sleeved shirt covering firm proud breasts; long neck; young oval face with green shining eyes; long red hair tied up and back. She felt his stares pierce her clothes and the blush rise through her cheeks. "Turn around" She did as she was told. He surveyed the rounding of her arse as it plunged into her thighs. He felt his cock stirring to life. "Are you wearing any panties?" came his quiet, even, rich voice from behind her. She shook her head. "Allow me to check my sweet. Raise your skirt." She felt herself blush wildly. She was hesitant to comply, fearing what would happen if she did. Her fingers pause and twitch next to her. "Ah. I see that you are hesitant. Let me remind you that you are to comply with all instructions or you will be punished. I repeat; show me that you have no panties on." Her blush intensified. She swallowed hard, bent forward and gripped the hem of her skirt. He felt his semi stiff cock harden at the sight of her rounded hips and arse. She lifted the hem up pulling it over her calves and thighs. She hesitated for just a moment at the top of her thighs. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply and lifted the skirt over her rounded hips revealing a creamy bare arse. He surveyed the arse in front of him and watched her body quaking. "Turn around and keep the skirt up" came his instruction through the sound of the roaring sea in her ears. She turned and saw him sitting on the edge of the couch, his eyes blazing and the hardness of his cock visible through the linen of his trousers. She felt her swollen pussy's wetness slip between her thighs. "Spread your legs". His voice was mesmerizing and hypnotic and she felt her legs moving apart with a will of their own. "Wider" she moved them further apart and felt the air moving between her legs and cooling the wetness on her thighs. She heard his quiet steps move around her and became acutely aware of his fragrance in the room. He smelt strong and musky. Her lips were dry and her breath caught in her throat. She could feel his heat behind her. He dropped to his haunches. "Keep looking straight ahead" came the instruction. His hands touched her ankles and ran up the outside of her legs slowly and lightly. They slipped over her hips and ran down the inside of her legs, the tips of his fingers whispering close to her wetness. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. She felt his hands leave her and felt rather than heard the moan that escaped her lips. "Close your eyes." She did as she was bid and he smiled. She had all the makings of a compliant and steady slave. He quietly moved around her and stood watching her face as her teeth gripped her lower lip and her breath heaved her breasts. Her arms were growing heavy as they held her skirt up. She moved to drop the skirt. "Who gave you permission to move? Stand dead still. Keep your eyes closed." She froze where she was immediately. He moved closer to her and traced the outline of her breasts with his finger watching her nipples harden in response to his touch. He fluttered his fingers down her body to the bottom of her blouse. Here he paused for just a moment before he started undoing her buttons. Every button caused her breath to catch. "Drop your skirt and leave your arms at your side." His hands pushed her blouse open over her breasts. He stepped in closer and put his arms around her to undo her bra strap behind releasing her firm, creamy orbs from their restraints. His cock jumped in joy at the sight of them partially covered by the loose sheer bra. She smelt him next to her and moved her face towards him needing urgently to kiss and taste him. He moved away from her leaving her longing for his kiss. Her eyes fluttered to open. "Keep them closed", came the instruction. She complied directly and willingly. The fact she could not see him and did not know what would happen next was delicious torture. He moved round behind her and slipped her blouse off letting it drop to the floor. Next he unzipped her skirt and let it rustle to the floor at her feet Moving back to her front he slipped her bra off. She sighed with desire. She was naked except for her high heels. "Step out and away from your clothes and raise your arms above your head while keeping those eyes closed." She heard him open and close a drawer across the room. Suddenly she felt his fingers on her nipples rolling them until they stood proud. "I am now going to attach the nipple clamps to you. You will not cry out or wince. You will stand still." As the first clamp closed around her nipple she felt an intense pain shoot through her and had to bite her lip hard not to cry out or move back. She waited expectantly for the next shot of pain. Nothing happened. There was dead silence in the room. She frowned wondering where he was. He stood watching her, his desire growing by the minute. He moved his hands to her side, stepped in and ran his feather light touch along the inside of her thighs until he reached her excited clit. He gripped her and rolled her already hard clit. Her breath caught and she felt the squeal rising in her. "You will be silent" came the instruction. She cut the squeal short in her throat. She felt naughty for what she was allowing him to do. She felt slutty and delighted at the same time. The slowness and deftness of his hand left her wanting for more. He stepped back leaving her panting. He deftly slipped the clamp over her other nipple and the unexpected pain was too much for her to bear. She let out a cry of pain "Oh dear. You will have to pay for that. I think I will be kind and only add an extra three strokes to your discipline. That would usually cost you at least six strokes." She felt the burning tears well up in her eyes. This was almost too much to handle. The fear of the pain she would undoubtedly feel today left her confused. "Now, listen well" came his comment as he walked away from her to the other side of the office. "Open your eyes, turn and move to the desk. Stand in the middle of the short side of the desk. Open your legs wide, lean forward and place your hands flat on the desk in front of you." All this she did carefully and mesmerized by his quiet commanding voice. "You comply and listen well my slave. Your discipline will begin now. For this I will use my trusted cane. There will be 6 strokes for a first time discipline followed by the 3 for non-compliance. There will be 5 warm up strokes delivered by my well-worn slipper. The warm up will be delivered in that position. For the discipline I will require you to climb up on the desk with your knees on the edge and wide apart. You will put your head down and push that beautiful full arse of yours out. Do you understand?" She nodded and swallowed. She felt exposed and vulnerable. The tears welled up in her eyes. They were tears of fear. She wasn't sure if she was enjoying this. How could she stop it? No-one knew she was here, the doors were locked, the building deserted. Her cries would be useless. She was scared and the fear was confusing in that it made her more excited. With a shock she felt his hands stroking her arse cheeks with long languid movements. She was surprised to find that the action calmed her and brought the enjoyment factor back. "The tools I use to discipline are varied and many. My favourite though has always been the cane It is supple but hard. There is nothing more effective for me or my slaves as the sound of a cane running through the air, landing on the arse cheeks of a willing or unwilling backside and hugging its contours before sailing through the air again to repeat the action. It is an accurate tool and can be manipulated to have stroke after stroke land on the same place or in neat lines along the length of a backside. The enjoyment of the pain delivered by this tool is intense and lasting. You will meet many tools in our time together but tonight you will meet the cane. The slipper too is a favourite. Its sting is deep and warming. It prepares the muscle and skin of the arse well and leaves a beautiful blush." The tears returned. The stroking of her arse didn't help. His words resounded in her head. She had never had a hiding from her parents or a schoolteacher. She was 18. This didn't happen to adults. The knowledge that she was moments away from a beating left her fearful. He stopped stroking her haunches and watched her breathing. It was hard and deep. He could almost smell her fear. He felt his cock getting harder as he watched her. He knew she would be close to tears or already crying. He knew the fear she was going through. He knew the embarrassment she felt at being reduced to a naughty schoolgirl again. He walked to fetch his cane. It was kept beside his bookcase. The slipper was above the shelves. These were the only tools of discipline he kept at the office. He used these, his hands and his belt at the office and sometimes all of them. She would learn these habits over time. She watched him fetch the cane. Part of her couldn't believe this was happening; part of her was aching with anticipation. This duplicity was as confusing as it was pleasurable. "You will count the strokes delivered backwards loudly and clearly. You will remain in this position for the warm up. You will stand dead still in this position until the warm up is complete and then you will smoothly and efficiently climb up onto the desk and assume the position for the main discipline during which you will remain dead still and use your voice only to count down the strokes. Any movement or deviance from these instructions will mean that the previous stroke will be rendered meaningless and will be repeated. Do you understand slave?" "Yes" she replied in a shaky voice. The boys at school had always spoken of this form of punishment. Being boys they had given brave details of positions assumed and states of arses when done. They had spoken of the pain. She had always found herself excited by the thought. Now that she was in the position awaiting the strokes she felt the same excitement mingling with fear. He took up position to the left of her. The strength of the blows would be all the more intense as his dominant hand was delivering them across his body. He touched her arse with the slipper as he measured it up and watched her clench and quiver in fear. He pulled it back across his body and above his head and waited for her arse cheeks to unclench and relax. She waited expectantly with her eyes closed and her fists clenched along with her arse. Nothing happened. Slowly she opened her eyes, released her fists and her arse. She wondered if he was still there and was about to turn around when she felt and heard the quiet plop of the slipper against her arse. The sting pulled through her and she felt it deeply. "I see that you have not heard my instructions clearly. You have forgotten to count the stroke. I will repeat the action and you will begin the count down from 5." She heard the dull thud against her arse and felt the sting a moment later. "Five," she counted clearly. This hurt but she felt that it was bearable. The next stroke landed neatly on her left cheek. "Four." "Three," landed on her right cheek. Master paused and surveyed his handy work. The rosy blush of the arse was light and the creaminess of her arse still shone through. He put the slipper down next to her and moved up close behind her. She wondered what he was doing this was nothing like she expected. Suddenly she felt him lean over her and cover her body with his. Her hips moved out toward him of their own accord. The heaviness of him over her was delightful and the moan that escaped her was deep and throaty. His hands came around her and cupped her breasts. The warmth was deeply satisfying. He felt her arse against his groin. His cock strained against his zip. He was almost crazy with the desire to enter her and thrust hard and deep into her. Instead he released her breast and gripped the chain joining the nipple clamps he tugged firmly on them and she felt the searing pain shoot through her. "OOOOOOOOW!!!!!!" came her cry. "Ah. My instruction yet again ignored. Let me see how I will discipline this oversight," came the deep mesmerising voice behind her as her breath heaved in response to the adrenalin coursing through her veins. "I think I will simply remember this misstep and discipline for it next time," he said as he stood up and moved back besides her picking up the slipper. The stroke landing upon her arse quickly and unexpectedly. Quickly she remembered his instructions. "Two," came her call. He swung his arm back and brought the final two blows down hard and quickly on her arse cheeks and then dropped the slipper beside her and picked up his cane. "Assume the position please," came his cultured and polite instruction. She felt the sting of her arse and in a daze climbed up on the desk placing her knees wide apart and close to the edges. She leaned down on her folded arms and stuck her arse out behind her. She felt like an exposed whore. She also felt her pussy lips swollen and her thighs soaked with her juices. She could not help marvelling at the excitement this little incident was causing her. He observed the sight in front of him and felt an almost unquenchable desire to grab her, push her down and fuck her hard from behind across the desk. Instead he moved next to her and placed his hand on the nipple clamp chain. He paused as he allowed her expectation to grow. He tugged the one side of the chain and swiftly moved his hand to the other side and tugged. She felt the pain but this time it was pleasurable to the extent that she almost felt herself surrendering to an overwhelming orgasm. He knew that if he did not complete his discipline of her he would surely cum soon. He gripped the cane firmly in her hand and raised it into the air. The whistle of the cane through the air followed by what sounded like a shot sent a searing pain ripping through her as it landed on the join between her thighs and arse. "Six!" she gasped almost leaping up and grabbing her arse. "Oh no, no my precious. Not six. Six is the basic but you are to receive three extra for non-compliance with instructions. You will therefore count down from nine. We will begin again." She felt anger and indignity well up inside her. She was about to challenge him when the stoke landed in the same place. She gulped. "Nine," she counted. "Eight. Seven! Six!! Five!!! Four!!!!" the five stokes landed quickly and hard against her arse one above the other. As he stopped to rest for a moment and observe what he had created she clenched and unclenched her arse feeling the almost unbearable pain as well as the deep desire and wetness of her pussy. "I see that you are enjoying this. Let me check to what degree." He stepped up behind her and spread her pussy lips with one hand while running his fingers down the length of her. Her wetness was intense. "I see that you are well prepared for what is to follow. Let me complete this obviously delightful discipline and complete the process." He paused next to her and waited for her arse cheeks to relax. She tried hard not to rub her inflamed clit. "Three." Landed neatly in the middle of her arse. "Two" and "one." Landed neatly below each other. "One more to go!" she thought to herself. "One more and then he would relieve the burning need in her!" "Upon this last stroke you will say thank you master and will lie forward over the desk keeping your legs spread and gripping the desk with your arms outstretched on either side of you." He pulled his arm high into the air. This last stroke would be his hardest and most intense. He intended for it to stay with her long after she had left him. She was prepared. She was ready. She was even keen! How much she had changed in this first short meeting she thought. She heard the cane whistle through the air and the incredible pain as it landed on her arse. Master "THANK YOU!!!" she screamed. He watched the speckles of blood come to the surface on the edges of the mark left. She was crying now. He could hear her and she her shuddering shoulders. He moved back and sat down in his armchair and watched her for a while. She calmed down and the shuddering stopped. The speckles of blood had grown. "Roll over and spread those legs nice and wide. Keep your arms above your head and look up at the ceiling." She did as she was bid. Her legs were so wide apart that they slipped off the edge of the desk. He unzipped himself and his proud and swollen cock fell forward while ready to plunge into the willing subject before it. He grabbed her legs and pulled her toward him so that her arse was on the edge of the desk. He placed her legs around his neck and leaned forward, his cock on the threshold of her pussy entrance. She raised her pelvis to meet him as he grabbed the nipple clamps and squeezed them tighter. As she cried out he plunged deep inside her and held himself there all the time squeezing and rolling the nipple clamps. She felt her orgasm well up inside her. AS he started thrusting in and out of her she felt the first titanic wave engulf her. He thrust over and over as wave after wave came over her. Suddenly his yell filled the room and she felt his orgasm enter her. It was then she heard her own cries. Over and over again she found herself crying out: "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you my Master." Master Always Wants More My boyfriend originally was a little bit more dominant, than is expected these days. However I loved him, from the very beginning I had been happy & submissive to him. Then he told me he wanted to be my Master, & with some reluctance I agreed to become his owned slave. The first time I had gone to one of his club nights he had told me how to dress. Tight jeans & t-shirt tight leather jacket, boots, makeup etc. all the other girls had been dressed similarly too. We had been expected to fetch drinks & food, roll joints etc, while the men had enjoyed the music, looked at each others bikes etc. The women had been expected to sit quietly & not get in the way. I must admit honestly I had quite liked it. Especially the appreciative comments not only from masters friends but also the girls too. That was before he became my Master & started to insist I call him Master in public & never to use his name. after a few such club nights his clothing requirements became a little more strict. Leather then plastic mini skirts, tighter t-shirts then no panties. Very humiliating & very exciting. All the other girls too. Actually we found it very exciting & thrilling. In fact around about this time, all the girls now called the men master now. We were to call our master "My Master" & all the other men "Master". I & some of the other girls I talked to found this thrilling. & confessed the sex after these weekends was fantastic. The next meet was very different. It was a weekend meet so 3 days. All the girls were told on arrival to go into the back room of the club house & dress in the clothing provided. What was provided was tiny very tight shiny foil bikini top & bottom sets. Some of us were reluctant, including me, but we had been locked in the small room. & we were not to be allowed out until we were compliant. When we were all properly dressed we were allowed out. My master had stood me in front of the room & asked me how I liked my clothing. Foolishly I had said it was little bit skimpy & humiliating. He had pointed out & fondled my obviously erect nipples laughing & said I'd better get used to it because that's what I'd be wearing all weekend. My expression must have said it all because all the men had laughed, & all the other girl looked away as I blushed. At this point I must confess that these weekend had never been a purely drinking affair. If & when my master had wanted fellatio or sex I & the other girls were expected to oblige obediently, in private or otherwise. We had all done so without complaint serving our masters or boyfriends. The next few club weekends had been the same. Until one of master friends had expressed an interest in fucking me. There had been much laughter & friendly argument, between the 2 men. Eventually ending up in me being led away & told not to disappoint masters friend. The other girls were similarly shared. That weekend I think I was fucked by all the men in the club. & I think my master fucked his way through all the girls he fancied too. We were told to dance & exhibit ourselves for the men, if we weren't fetching drinks or kneeling between a mans knees. One thing I found especially humiliating was being to kneel with another girl in front of the men & masturbate her, while she did me. with both our fingers & tongues. The men watching drinking & usually enjoying the sexual attentions of another girl. It was about this time I began to notice that some men were arriving with more than one woman. When we returned home My Master said he was pleased. The next day he brought home a whip, a vicious looking riding crop. Informing me that in future if I wasn't pleasing to him, or his friends I would be beaten. As an introduction I was whipped until my bottom felt red raw. I didn't need a second lesson, although my first lesson was frequently repeated for his enjoyment. In whispers with the other girls I discovered they too were now being kept under strict discipline. I also discovered that like me they found it shamefully thrilling. The next weekend away a refinement was introduced. We were told that to reduce jealousy although we were to serve sexually we were only allowed to come to our own masters. Similarly we were not permitted to come with another girl touching us either. This meant in reality that our masters would enjoy the other girls, all weekend, we would rarely be permitted to come. Actually this turned out to not being permitted to come all weekend. After a couple more weekends, locked in the back room we had been provided with no bikinis, only blindfolds. When we were blindfolded but naked we were allowed out. We were examined & those of us who hadn't shaved, were shaved & beaten. Fortunately I had waxed myself. I knelt between a masters legs during the punishment. Performing fellatio while he enjoyed the spectacle. For the whole weekend we were kept like this. There was some new girls fresh to the club who were permitted our bikinis & were expected to fetch food & drinks. The next weekend it was decided we would be braceleted hands behind backs as we couldn't be expected to do anything else blindfolded as we were. Then the chastity belts, were introduced. Iron belts padlocked closed, but with the key hanging from the front obviously out of our reach. A consequence of this was that we needed to beg permission to go to the toilet. & beg prettily. At first this was granted quite quickly, on demand as it were, however as time went on the masters were less obliging often leaving us waiting in discomfort for hours at a time. In between the previous & the next weekend master had been away for a couple of days & when he returned unexpectedly he had found me in bed masturbating. I hadn't been expressly forbidden to masturbate, in fact he liked to watch me, or listen to me on the phone when he was away. But he now decided I was not to be permitted this in future. I had been punished severely with the whip. The next weekend away he had chastised me in front of the club I had "ben wah" inserted front & rear to wear all the time I wasn't being fucked. Keeping me in a constant state of frustrated sexual arousal. The other girls had been horrified & afraid until the next weekend when they were similarly plugged. At the end of the nights we had sobbed together in helpless frustration. While our masters enjoyed the bikini girls. We had sobbed & cried together until the pecker gag system was introduced. We were to be kept gagged when our mouths were not required. The next innovation was much more humiliating & shaming, we were not to be permitted to toilet all weekend. This was done for the convenience of not having to take us to the toilet, or in actual fact having the bikini girls take us blindfolded & trussed to the toilet. But also because it made us much more eager to be submissive & compliant. To this end master had introduced a regime of diet drinks & energy vitamin drinks, that produced hardly or no faecal matter. A simple & painful weekly hot enema & discharge cleaned us anally, for weeks at a time. This was most uncomfortable as we still desperately felt the need to wee though. Unfortunately it was discovered that we could be left like this for quite some time, days & even weeks with the only side effect being our extreme discomfort. The next weekender was the annual month away. The day before master had guests 3 men & one of the bikini girls. I hadn't realized at the time but in the van parked in our garage were 4 more bikini girls & 3 more total slaves like me. Already miserable hooded & locked in the chastity belts, locked in a small cage in the van segregated from the bikini girls. A rule of the house was that any guest female was in charge of the house slave, me. She was first girl. The evening before the men had enjoyed my fellatio & then my anal rape Master knew I found anal especially humiliating hence his frequent enjoyment. & especially being used anally by his friends. once again hence why I was frequently shared with his friends. I hadn't been permitted to come, all evening, not even why my own my master had used me. By the end of the evening I was helplessly excited, & covered face & thighs in sticky cum. The bikini girl was told to prepare me to be caged for the night, to insert my ben wah balls & lock me in my chastity belt. In tears of disbelief I had looked to my master & asked in tears if I could come. He & the other men had laughed. Sobbing I had begged permission to toilet, I hadn't been since the evening before, they had laughed again. I had then been pecker gagged hooded & locked in the slave cage under the stairs. You may wonder why I hadn't been locked in the cage in the van. But if I had been I wouldn't have been able to listen to the loud orgasms of the bikini girl as she was fucked over & again by the men in turn. The next morning while I waited the bikini girl was told to go to the toilet before the van was prepared. I was left kneeling in discomfort. When the van arrived back from refuelling & fetching more of the girls. I had been locked in the small leather curtained cage with the other locked sluts. The bikini girls had been locked in the back too but only braceleted. I could hear her telling the other girls about me. "She was crying so pathetically , I felt so sorry for her." there was some nervous frightened giggling. "I felt so glad not to be her." Some apprehensive murmurs of agreement. "Do you think you will like your new home?" "I think so, My Master, is very strong, I love being obedient to him & his other slave is very obedient, to me too" In tears inside my hood I realized she was talking about me. My Master had a new girl, & I had a new mistress & first girl to obey, even at home. I knew from some of the other girls what to expect. She would be in charge of me during the day. Deciding if & what I would eat & drink. Allowing me or not allowing me to toilet. The performance of my chores. I would have to serve her sexually as well. Even though she was a slave like me, she was to be given more privileges & the whip hand, literally over me. Some households had 1 mistress slave & one or two inferior slaves like me There wasn't too much more chatter as the last time the girls had talked too much they had all been gagged with each others bikini briefs. Instead there was a constant excited murmuring, that we in the curtained cage, & our hoods couldn't really make out. In the cage we sobbed gagged, hooded, choking on our pecker gags & squirming with arousal & apprehensive fear. The masters were going to have a good time this month. Master and Apprentice (This is my first story. Parts of it are true. If you like it, and you and you want to share your thoughts, stories, fantasies, pics, or more, please send me a message. I'll be waiting for you...) * I should have listened. When I told my friends that I'd been offered a prestigious apprenticeship with Chef Albert, and that I would stay in a room above his award-winning restaurant, they looked me up and down and said: "He's going to eat you alive." I'd heard rumors about Albert, but this was a huge opportunity for a young chef, how bad could it be? I knew the old bull was a strict disciplinarian, but I had no idea how strict. When Albert showed me my room, above his kitchen, I noticed that he kept leering at me. I get that a lot, I'm 23, strikingly handsome in a Mediterranean way, with thick dark hair, full lips, dark bedroom eyes. I'm slightly under average height, with a lean, athletic build, like a soccer player. Big old Albert, with his wide shoulders, his wide belly, his massive, hairy hands, couldn't seem to take his eyes off me. I did notice that the 60-something chef seemed very bossy and touchy, as I was getting settled in the small, creaky room, with an old, metal-framed bed. And, before he left me alone in the room, Albert came very close to me, breathing hard in my face, and told me that I was in his house now. He told me not to fuck around, that I wasn't only his apprentice, but also "his boy." I needed to behave, or there would be punishments. He was breathing right in my face as he said this. Then he turned, gave me one more look, and took the old, wrought iron key from the door. "Ill hold on to this for you," he said, "...who knows when I'll have to left myself in here." And then he was gone. I got to work immediately. That first day, Albert assigned me menial tasks, and couldn't keep his hands off me. As he stepped past me, in the small kitchen, he always seemed to pat against my firm, round butt, or place both of his strong hands on my hips, as he sidled past. I was just getting used to him being so touchy, him literally breathing down my neck, when he stomped over to me. I had been peeling potatoes, and he grabbed a peel, and pointed to a bit of potato left on it. "You think you can waste my potatoes?" He hollered. "I thought you were a chef, boy." While he was yelling, he positioned himself behind me, with his hand holding a big fistful of peelings near my face. He pushed right up behind me, he crotch against my butt, breathing down on me. He practically humped up against me, with my body pinned against the kitchen counter. "I'm too busy to punish you know, boy...but you'll get yours later," he whispered in my ear. He stormed off, but his threat left me with chills, feeling small and dominated... That night, after dinner service, I returned to my room above the kitchen. I was tired and sore and covered in stains. I opened the door and, without looking around, started to pull off my chef jacket. "Take that off right now." Albert's deep voice startled me. I looked up, to find him sitting on my bed, grinning at me, with his hands on his knees. "Take off that jacket this instance...it's time for your punishment. I was embarrassed and surprised, but my whole career depended on this apprenticeship. I unbuttoned the jacket and pulled it off. "Your undershirt too," Albert ordered. I stripped off my tight, sweaty undershirt, revealing my slim, worked out torso. "Here, boy" Albert beckoned me over. I stepped to the edge of the bed, standing inches from Albert. He was sitting and breathing very hard. He reached up and ran one of his huge fingers down my torso, along my six-pack, down to the waist of my elastic chef pants. He looked up at me and smiled a naughty smile, then yanked my pants and boxers down to my ankles. He was breathing harder, as his hand reached down and cupped my semi-hard cock and balls. At first it felt good, to be held in his warm hand, but his grip got tighter and tighter. I was humiliated and in pain, panting for air as he squeezed my package. He pulled me towards him, looked me in the eye, and snarled: "these are mine now. Everything about you is mine now. If you want to get out of this apprenticeship, if you want to survive in my house, boy, you do want I say. You don't fuck up, you follow chef's orders. OK?" With that he squeezed very hard and let go of my cock and balls. I doubled over, but before I could recover he pulled me onto his lap. I realized, for the first time, how much stronger than me he was, what an old bear of a man he was. Facing away from him, with my butt over his knees, he started to spank me. He did not go slow, but thwap-thwap-thwapped my boy ass, building speed and strength with each smack. I wriggled and moaned but he held me tight as he marked up my red little butt. "My boy, my bad boy, my toy" he muttered as he spanked me mercilessly. Long after I thought I couldn't take any more, he stopped spanking, and in one motion pushed me off him. I crumpled to the floor, on my knees, between his legs. He grabbed my chin with one of his mighty hands, and pulled my face up, making strong eye contact. Starring at me, with a mischievous grin, he said "I can tell you liked that. I can see your little dickie is getting hard, boy. Finish yourself off, just like that, on the floor. NOW." I was too terrified, humiliated, and turned on to resist. My cock was rock hard. I started to stroke myself, crouching on my knees, between his massive legs. All the while he smirked at me, muttering "milk yourself, my little boy. Prove you can be my apprentice." The humiliation was too much, I was too turned on, within a minute I began to gyrate and shake and, even though I didn't want to, I gasped and blew my load. Thick ropes of cum launched from my hard cock, landing on the hardwood floor below him. I moaned and groaned, but before I could recover, Albert grabbed me by the neck and forced my face down into the puddle of my own cum. "Clean it all up" he ordered, "you're a guest." He stood up and left me there, on the floor, my own cum smeared on my face, my bubble butt red and aching, feeling, like he put it, like his little toy. * * * I hoped that that night was the end of it. Maybe the big old chef had marked me as his territory, and now we could just work together, as master and apprentice. I was wrong. Over the next few days Albert was even more touchy, more possessive. I could feel him bumping up against me, or groping my butt or cock, or just plain bullying me. Sometime he would push me down, over a counter, and just hold me there, bent and submissive, during prep. And when his chef buddies came by, he showed off even more, ordering me around, slapping my ass, calling me "bitch" in french. A few days later I made my next big mistake. Grilling steaks for an entree, I overcooked one. Albert noticed, and forcefully showed me that it was overdone and gray in the center. "I'm too busy to punish you now," he threatened, "but you'll learn about meat tonight." I was terrified when I went back to my room, expecting him to be waiting for me. But he wasn't. He wasn't in the bathroom either. I took of my clothes and settled into bed, falling to sleep wondering when he'd come for me. He woke me in the middle of the night. As I came to, groggily, I felt constrained. I noticed two things at once. First, my arms with both tied with thick canvas apron strings, to the bedframe behind my head, which was propped up with pillows. The other thing I noticed, as I slowly came too in the dark room, was the he was hovering over me. Well, his cock was hovering over me. Albert was sitting on my chest, naked, with his legs on either side of my propped-up head. All I could see was his cock, which was uncut, thick and veiny. It was semi-hard, and looked heavy, like a tool. I could see his massive, sagging balls below it, his dark pubes spread up to his fat belly, and out around his balls. His thick legs and his sagging stomach blocked out all other vision, I couldn't see his face. "Its time you learn how to handle meat, boy." Albert hissed. "I'm not going to be gentle, but I don't have to be. You should be honored that I'm letting you have this. You haven't earned it. But if you do anything wrong, if I so much as feel a single tooth...well, you know how sharp I keep my knives. Now get to it." With that he pressed his heaving, throbbing, semi-hard cock against my lips. "Open, bitch," he ordered, and I did. I was so used to following orders at this point, that I didn't even consider resisting. Part of me wanted it. I wanted to please this big, strict man. To satisfy his whole big hairy body with my mouth alone. Chef Albert pressed his cock forward with an unstoppable gravity. He didn't thrust, or ease it into my wet and waiting mouth, he just sank deep, deep, deep into my wet throat. He pushed forward until it was all buried in me, his belly pressing against my forehead, he balls resting on my chin. I was gasping, struggling for air, my eyes tearing, my throat contracting. Then, just to be vicious, Albert thrust hard, pushing down even further, fucking my throat as if it were a cunt. "Oghhhhhhhh" he groaned, his pleasure drowning out my pain. "You've got a nice tight throat boy. So wet. Just makes me want to fuck it." With that he pulled almost al the way back, till I could feel his throbbing cock head against my lips, and then slammed all of him fully down my throat again. All of his weight, probably 250 pounds, pressed that hard, veiny cock down my gullet. I was beyond gagging, beyond gasping. I knew I was helpless, bound, unable to stop him in anyway. So I opened wide and tried to inhale him, to take his meat as easily as possible. He started thrusting hard, his big hands on the sides of my head, his tool jamming in and out of my waiting mouth. Drool and slobber built up in my mouth, spilled down my full lips and chin, ran down along the bottom of his cock. "Sloppy, you little bitch, you're a sloppy boy." he muttered. "Just wait and see how much wetter its gonna get, boy." He was moaning now, fucking my face mercilessly, like he was seeing how far he could push me. The old bedframe creaked. All I could see, in the dark, was his fat hairy belly pushing up against my eyes, pulling back, pushing towards me again. His massive thighs, and his floppy balls, filled out my peripheral vision. Suddenly he changed his strokes. He kicked his legs back, arched his back, pressed his belly tight against my head. With his cock jammed in my throat, filling it, and his pelvis pressed against my nose, he began to hump his dick deep into my mouth, in short, circular thrust. He began to pant and moan, and mutter "give me that boythroat, give my your mouth boy, use it like a pussy, you little bitch, let me make it minnnneeeeeeeeee." With that he pressed even deeper down my throat, and I felt his big hard cock spasm and cum a thick load, deep down my mouth. It felt hot and wet and seemed to go on forever. I could feel his whole body shiver, pressed down against my head, my little boy mouth sending a convulsion of pleasure around his entire body. In that instant I loved the idea that I could bring him such intense enjoyment, I felt like I existed just to make him cum. He tightened his legs, and pressed deep down into me for what seemed like forever. Soon he relaxed a little. He pulled his sloppy, wet and nasty cock from my full, red lips and began to smear the mixture of saliva and cum all over my face. I felt wet, and humiliated and used, as I gasped for air. "Now you're marked, boy." He smirked. He stood up, leaving me bound and sloppy with his juices, my hands still tied behind me, my cock hard and throbbing under the sheets. "Ill come untie you tomorrow before service. Goodnight throat," he said, and left the room. * * * I could see now that this was an ongoing thing, that I was his. It seemed that whatever he did to me at night, in my room, became part of our regular days together. In addition to the groping, the leering, and spankings during work, Albert began to drag me into the walk-in fridge, when things were slow. He'd pull down his elastic pants, his belly hanging out under his chef jacket, and push me to my knees. He would then force his cock into my mouth, and fuck my wet throat until he came. No romance, no talking, no subtlety. He just used my wet boy mouth as if it was disconnected from me, as if it just existed to please him. He'd pump out a fat load of cum, then step back, look at me on my knees, his load dripping from my mouth, and hiss "back to work boy." If that were all, I would be ok. I was learning to love sucking off my master chef. I loved feeling like I was useful, pleasurable. He was so hard on me, so dismissive of my work, if felt wonderful to bring pleasure to this big bear. I love feeling him shudder and shake, knowing soon I would drain a thick load from him. But that wasn't all. Albert began to refer to "owning me." He said it like it was something else, some final step coming up. And he started to force me flat onto the counters frequently, my chest pressed against the counter. With one hand he would grasp the scruff of my jacket, holding me face down, the other would travel down my backside, cup my round ass. Sometimes the tore my pants down below my butt. His hand would wander between my cheeks, pressing a finger against my hole. "Soon" he'd tell me, "this'll be mine too." He even did it in front of his friends. It was humiliating, feeling all of their knowing, laughing eyes on me as he exposed my body to them. "This is my boy" he'd tell them, "see how he doesn't even try to resist." But I was getting better at cooking, and it seemed like he couldn't think of any reason to punish me. Finally, one afternoon, when I was working on a large pile of expensive meat, I felt him behind me. He loomed over me, his belly pressing against my back, his crotch rubbing against me. He big hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them to my side. "I'm sick of waiting, boy" he warned. "I want to own you soon." Then he reached out, with one massive paw, and swiped all the food, hundreds of dollars of beef, onto the floor. "Looks like I'll have to punish you sooner than I thought," he said, with a demonic smirk, and walked away. * * * That night, I knew what was going to happen. Instead of waiting for him, I figured I'd just accept my fate. Albert's room was down the hall from mine. I'd never been in there before. Part of me figured that I should just get whatever he had planned out of the way. And part of me really, really want to be owned. I knocked on his bedroom door. He gruffly opened it, standing there in a wifebeater and chef pants. He looked like a giant, hairy mountain, just standing before him made me feel small and weak. Without a word, I slowly pulled off my shirt, revealing my perfect, slim, hard chest and abs. Albert gulped. I stepped back, and slid out of my pants too. I stood before him, in the doorway, in just a pair of white tightey whiteys, breathing hard. In one quick motion Albert grabbed me, swung me into his room, and slammed me onto his bed. Then he was on top of me. I could feel the weight of him, pressing down on me, owning me. His hands clutched my shoulders, his mouth pressed against mine. We had never kissed before. Now he forced his big wet tongue into my mouth. His hands travelled all over my little body, groping and exploring as he kissed me roughly. My mouth was filled with his tongue. The way he kissed me and groped me, made me feel like I had given up any choice. I was going to be his. He tore my tightywhiteys off, and noticed I was hard. He was grunting now, on top of me. I could feel his semi-hard cock dangling between my legs. I loved the weight of it, it felt like a weapon he was getting ready to use. He was getting more frantic in his groping and kissing, building up to something. Suddenly he pulled back, grabbed me roughly, and flipped me over onto my belly. All I could see now was his pillows, as he settled back on top me. I could feel his cock still, dangling and rubbing against my perfect round ass. He reached one meaty hand up and forced it into my mouth. "Wet them, boy, make them sloppy" he ordered, and I licked his big fingers, hairy on the knuckles. With his other hand pressing against the small of my back, he reached his wet fingers down. Instead of cupping my butt, or groping, he just forced his thick, wet index finger into my little boy-hole. I started to scream with shock, but he pressed my face into the sheets. "I'm doing this for you, boy. You're lucky," he rasped. A second finger pressed into me. I'd never had anything in my hole before, now two, now three, big meaty mans fingers explored it. Soon he slid them out. "You know what comes next, boy" he smirked. I felt the head of his uncut cock find its way, pressing against my hole. It felt like it had a potential energy of its own, like it had a craving, a desire to press in. "Beg for it" Albert ordered. I didn't have to be told twice. "Please, chef, pleassssse master. You know I want it, You know I'm yours. Take all of me. Use me." With that, his head, thick and throbbing, forced its way in. It hurt like I've never felt before. "Push against it," he hissed, and as I did, he pressed forward. His cock was about 7" long and incredibly thick and veiny, I could feel one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven inches sinking into me. It felt terrible, and amazing. The best part was that I couldnt stop it if I wanted to. I was pinned and helpless beneath him, crushed by his weight, his strong arms holding me in a bear hug, his massive cock forcing its way deep into me. "THERE" he announced, his meat buried completely in my boy ass, "even tighter than I imagined, my little boy. You better get used to this." Then, without letting me recover or get use to it, he reared back and slammed his cock into me. Hard. His big cock was growing, harder and bigger, and he was pummeling my virgin ass with it. I went from a pleasant feeling of being filled, to an overwhelming feeling of being exploded. He began to thrust hard, ignoring my whining. With each hard thrust he muttered "Take it boy, take it boy, take it boy." He placed his big hands on my slim hips, for leverage, and started to fuck me fast. I was still pinned, still helpless, it felt like I was an object for his pleasure. He was growling in my ear, breathing on my neck, his belly on my back, his hands locked like vices on my hips and butt, his meaty thighs spreading mine apart, his swinging balls banging against mine. This is what it felt like to be owned. I knew, and so did he, that my cock was rock hard now, rubbing against his sheets. Soon it was too much, all that rubbing, and I gasped and moaned and came against the bed. "You like that, huh?" he chuckled, and kept fucking me nonstop, smearing my torso against my own cum. I could feel his thrusts growing harder, more frantic. He let go of my hips, with one hand he pried both my arms behind my back, holding them together with one meaty paw. The other grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head back painfully. I was contorted, my head back, my arms pinned, whimpering with each thrust. I could feel Chef Albert was ready. He felt savage, out of control, like the massive, powerful man on top of me was entirely focused on slamming his cock into my little hole, like he was in a kindof a trance, his entire being focused on fucking me. He pounded me harder and harder, his cock skewering deep into me. His breath quickened, he thrusts sped up, and then he slammed deeper into me than he ever had before. He was so far into my boyhole, I was so far pressed down his master cock, that it felt like we were one thrusting, moaning, fucking, groaning being. He convulsed and gulped and I could feel, buried deep down in me, his big daddy chef dick shooting a load far far into me. It felt like I was being bred, being impregnated, being fully owned and marked and used by my master. He convulsed and pressed further, wrapping me in his big hairy arms. He drained every last drop into me, I took every bit moaning and squeezing, tensing my hole to drain all of him into me. He wrapped me tightly in his arms, his softening cock still buried in me. Master and Apprentice We dozed off, still intertwined, as chef and apprentice, master and boy. I was finally, totally, helplessly his. Master and Beast She awoke slowly. She could hear nothing but a ringing in her ears and her heart beating. Her mind was cloaked in a fog. She cautiously opened her eyes, but they, too, were in a haze. Thru the blurred vision she could see she was in a dimly lit room. Or was she dreaming? She shook her head to rid herself of the fog, the haziness that enveloped her. She reached to rub her eyes, rub the blurriness away, but found she could not move her hands, she could not feel her hands. She could not feel anything. So many thoughts raced thru her mind. Was she dead? Had she been in an accident? She laid her head back and closed her eyes again, trying desperately to remember where she was. Slowly the fog lifted and she remembered sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge. She had been waiting for someone. But who? She couldn't remember. The image of the bar became clearer in her mind. She remembered sitting on the black leather bar stool with nail head trim, sipping a glass of chardonnay as she scanned the lounge. She opened her small black purse to get a cigarette from its silver case. As she held the cigarette between her long fingers, searching her purse for a lighter, she remembered being offered a light by a handsome gentleman who sat on the stool next to her. He was impeccably dressed in an Armani suit, crisp white shirt, and silk tie. His cologne was not overpowering, but rather enhanced his masculine scent. She remembered his dark eyes. They were chatting, she remembered, as she finished her glass of wine and he finished his scotch. That's it. That's all she could remember, and she laid her head back again, and closed her eyes. As the fog in her head dissipated and the ringing in her ears silenced, she, once again, chanced a look at her surroundings. With a clearer head she could see that she was in a basement, or "dungeon" of sorts...cinder block walls, cement floor, and heavy wooden beams overhead. With the tingling of returned feeling to her limbs, she attempted to move, to sit up, but found she could not. She was bound, at her ankles and her wrists, by leather straps to what appeared to be an "X", slightly angled so as not to be straight up, nor lying flat. Although she was still fully dressed, fear gripped her. What the hell was going on? What was she doing there? How did she get there? WHO could have done this to her? And Why? She took a deep breath, preparing to scream for her life...but suddenly stopped...holding her breath as she heard the squeaking of an iron door being opened. She waited as the dark form came into view. It was Him...the man from the lounge. She would know those dark eyes anywhere. "What on earth do you think you are doing?" she demanded. He remained silent. "Let me down from this thing...NOW!", she said. Still he remained silent as she writhed and tugged at the bindings in an effort to loosen them. "Damn it, this is not funny!!" she yelled at him. He approached her, slowly, deliberately, sliding his finger across her thigh, then her arm. Brief touches, almost gentle. He leaned towards her, his hot breath on her ear as he whispered, "You are Mine now." She struggled against the restraints that held her helpless. Without a spoken word, He unceremoniously ripped open her ivory colored silk blouse. Her breath caught, and she froze as He positioned Himself between her spread legs. Pressing His body against hers, He reached for something behind her. In a menacing voice, He said, "My little girl will learn to obey." To her horror, she discovered that what He had reached for was a knife. Tears filled her eyes as He moved the long cold blade across her chest, across her stomach. With the skill of a butcher, one swift slice, and her bra was cut at the center, between her now fully exposed breasts. Her face reddened with embarrassment and she closed her eyes in hopes of blocking it out. He chuckled. He leaned down to roughly grab one of her nipples between His teeth. She let out a squeal as He bit down on her sensitive, but surprisingly erect nipple. He repeated the same thing on the other nipple. Back and forth, one nipple than the other, He bit, pulled, pinched each one until they were bright red. And, as quickly as He attacked her breasts, He stopped. He took one step back. She looked at Him, wondering if He was going to stop. To her amazement, she silently hoped He wouldn't. She was wetter than she had ever been. That thought embarrassed her even more and she closed her eyes again...but only briefly as she felt the cold blade on the tender skin of her inner thighs. Her eyes flew open. He grabbed her tight grey skirt, pushing it up around her waist, giving Him full view of the hot pink silk panties and lace topped thigh high stockings. His smile was almost evil as he looked at her...holding her gaze to His...as he ran the cold steel on the newly exposed skin of her inner thighs. He grabbed the crotch of her panties, another wry smile on His lips as He felt how wet they were. "Hmmm, My little girl likes this, I see", he said in a mocking tone. With one fell swoop, He cut her panties. He was pleased with what He saw. She already had a "landing strip"...well groomed and perfect. He could tell she was mortified, totally embarrassed that He had discovered her enjoyment of being manhandled. He raised His hand and gave her clit a resounding slap, so hard she screamed. Before she could protest, He slid the knife handle into her soaking wet cunt. "Do NOT let this knife fall to the floor", He commanded as He walked to the iron door and disappeared. She wanted to defy Him. Let the damn thing fall, she thought in a moment of misplaced bravery. But the ache of her nipples, the stinging of her clit, were reminders that He was in control. The bindings were reminders that she was at His mercy. What seemed like hours of clenching her pussy tight to hold the knife in place, but in all actuality was only a few minutes, He reentered the room...His dungeon. He walked to her. She smiled, proud that she had accomplished the task He set forth for her, yet He did not smile, did not even notice it seemed. He removed His expensive jacket and hung it on a hook above her head. He proceeded to remove His silk tie, expecting Him to place it with the jacket, but using it as a blindfold, placing her in darkness once again. She listened intently, trying desperately to follow His movements, but was unsuccessful. He pulled the knife from her cunt and immediately began to slap her clit...over and over again...until she was sure she couldn't take any more. Her lips, her clit, her entire pussy throbbed with pain...and pleasure when he thrust his thick fingers deep into her. Biting her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, as He pounded His fingers into her. Oh my! She was going to cum. From this? From being assaulted? NO! NO! She couldn't! She mustn't. But her body was not listening to reason. He knew. He could hear her moans of pleasure grow louder and louder. And just as she got to that point of total release, He stopped. "No, no, no", he said. "My little cunt cannot cum without permission." She heard him walk away. Heard the creaking iron door once more. Did He leave? Was she alone? Tears streamed down her cheeks from under His tie...so embarrassed that she allowed herself to enjoy what He was doing. She was thankful for the time alone, to gain her composure, to build up a defense to His pleasurable assault. She would NOT lose control again, she told herself. After some time she heard the door, His footsteps, and what sounded like heavy breathing and the rattle of a chain. She was determined to show no fear, no enjoyment, regardless of what He did...and her body stiffened with new found resolve. As if He could read her thoughts, He chuckled into her ear and said, "My little cunt thinks she can be defiant, huh? We shall see." She heard a "whoosh", followed by a burning sting across her thighs. Then again across her stomach. She whimpered in pain as a whip bit into her skin. No area was left untouched...her legs, her arms, her stomach, her breasts, her pussy. Her entire body ached and burned from the many lashes He laid to her. She knew her skin would be raw, probably bleeding, from his experienced aim. She cried aloud, no more defiance. No more dignity. No more "fight" in her. She shook uncontrollably with pain, and sobs. She, then, felt a warm soothing lick on her calf. And another on her thigh. His fingers slid over her clit with a bit more tenderness than He had shown before...all the while her "wounds" being licked. Her sobs turned to sighs as the sensations overwhelmed her. She was being licked everywhere. Oh yes, and it felt fantastic. A hot mouth on her nipples, and a skilled tongue on her clit. mmmmmm Wait! Two tongues? He brought someone else in with Him? Her shock lasted no more than a second because she didn't care anymore. She reveled in the exquisite sensations covering her body. It didn't take long for her to be able to distinguish between the 2 tongues. One was concentrating on her extremely wet cunt, the other licking everywhere else. But, soon the only tongue on her was the one between her legs. She could feel herself being laid flat, still bound, as she moaned with pleasure at the attention given to her pussy. Oh, He was tonguing her deep, biting her clit, licking her ass, devouring her...and she loved it! But, it wasn't HIM. He was next to her head, His voice close as He told her to open her mouth...which she did without hesitation. He laid His cock across her lips...sliding it back and forth. She smiled, feeling how hard He was, how thick He was, and wanted to taste more as she licked him feverishly. "My little girl is a true cock sucking cunt, aye?" He turned her head towards Him and removed her blindfold. He held her head in that position, with both His hands tangled in her hair and thrust His cock so deep into her throat, that she gagged. In and out, He rammed His thick cock down her throat. "Someone wants to make you his bitch. Are you ready to be a bitch?" He asked as he thrust harder and harder. Between breaths and gags, she managed an "mmhmm" to His question. "Then meet Jack" He said as He pointed to the one between her legs. He assisted in lifting her head enough to see Jack, and with His wordless command of 3 gentle smacks against the soft skin of her belly, Jack quickly stood. She was amazed at Jack's obedience. Jack was a monster of a man...huge and thick and sweaty, with a chain around his neck and arms the size of her thighs. She wanted to protest. His sheer size scared her. But she couldn't utter a word because her mouth was still filled with His throbbing cock. She tried to shake her head "no", but He still held her head firmly. "Jack sometimes gets out of control," He said, which explained the chain. "But", he continued, "he can fuck like a dog. Never satisfied. You are his gift for his obedience to Me. He needs a bitch to fuck." She started to shake. Fear gripped her. His massive cock...long, thick, and throbbing...would surely rip her in two. And he was ready. He drooled at the sight of her wet slit as he stood between her spread legs, hungrily eyeing her and licking his lips. With a simple nod from HIM, Jack moved closer, aiming the huge red bulb at the end of his veined shaft at her inviting pussy. Jack's meaty hands grabbed her thighs as he positioned himself closer. She was sure to be bruised by his grip. She could feel his thick head stretching her cunt open as he pushed his cock into her. HE watched as Jack's cock disappeared into her. As if on cue, HE thrust His cock down her throat as Jack thrust his cock all the way in, stretching her beyond belief. She gagged and bucked as they fucked both her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks. Both were relentless as they pounded into her without mercy. But the pain, the fear was replaced with an unequaled pleasure. Her moans and screams were muffled by HIS throbbing cock down her throat, as Jack filled her with his thick, creamy cum, time and time again, until it poured from her well used pussy. "Does Daddy's little girl want to cum?" He asked her breathlessly as he looked down at her tear filled red eyes, admiring how her mouth stretched and clamped onto HIS cock. "mmhmm" was all she could manage as she was completely filled and ached to cum. "You may cum. And know that you cum for ME", he ordered in a growl as his thick cum exploded in to her mouth, dripping from the corners. She obeyed. Willingly and so ready to squirt her juices against Jack, as he too groaned with his own burst of cum deep inside her. Her body convulsed with spasms of pleasure...breathless, sore, and so fulfilled. HE removed the leather straps holding her down and gently lifted her off the St. Andrew's cross. HE held her in HIS arms as they slid to the cold cement floor in total exhaustion. Jack laid next to her, protecting his bitch. As HE stroked her hair, HE whispered into her ear, "Yes, you are MY good little girl." Master and Commander "What did you say?" His hand shot up around my throat, fingers catching the spot just beneath my chin. The pressure was only enough to make my breath catch. "I said 'no, Master.'" I steeled myself against the spanking that was sure to result. After what seemed at eternity though, I opened my eyes. He hadn't moved, the strangest of expressions lighting his face. It was poised somewhere between fury and delight. I had just granted Him the opportunity to whip me thoroughly but a sadist is more complex than most would recognize. The master of my body knew all too well that the real punishment would come by not touching me at all. He knew how my body ached for the pain that would cleanse me. He knew how my heart fluttered at the thought that He would find me worthy enough to crack his smooth leather belt across my flesh. Knowing this, His hunger for power consumed Him and he denied me the beating I so deserved. His hand squeezed and slammed me hard into the wall behind. I felt the blood rushing to my head as I struggled for air. "Whore," He whispered. "How dare you defy me?" I mutely shook my head, infinitely sorry. Abysmally regretful for my trespass. With that, He walked away. Despite the callous and abrupt conclusion of our meeting, I knew that my disobedience would not go unanswered. At least I desperately hoped it would not. I assumed I was free to go about the mundane chores of the evening and did so. But I nearly wept with the disappointment I felt in myself. He simply had to punish me or I would never feel adequate again. An hour later, as I was sagging beneath the weight of my failure, certain that I had pushed my master too far, the doorbell rang. Clad in the garter belt, stockings, thong, and corset He always bade me wear around the house, I shrank a little. I could hardly open the door like that. And then, how could I not? One more mistake and my master would surely disown me. So, resolutely stifling my humiliation, I rose and walked to the door. I was sure that I would find a man on the other side. Another in the endless procession of business partners who dealt with Him. To my surprise though, it was a woman. A young woman with raven hair and full lips. She pursed them at me with a deliberate wink and then brushed past as though this were her home. "Is my master expecting you?" My voice wavered, pathetically. "Yes." She smirked and then pouted very innocently and sat demurely on the master's couch. I watched her for several moments, fascinated. Her eyes looked black in the warm light from the fireplace. She wore a crimson sweater of chenille and stiletto-heeled boots that stopped just above her knee. What she wore on her lower half I could hardly qualify as a skirt. At its full length (if one could call it that) it barely reached below her cunt. Now, seated with her legs slightly parted, I could see the velvet folds of her snatch leaving a silky puddle of juice on the black leather. In short, she was breath-taking. In my confusion, which was shortly followed by my awe, I had lost my composure and had to work a moment to regain it. "I will let my master know that you have arrived." He was sitting in his library, Italian leather loafers propped on the mahogany of His desk. He was reading. I knocked once and waited for His brusque grunt of acknowledgement before entering, eyes downcast. We had not spoken since my impudence had sent Him off to call Raven Hair. "Master, your lovely guest has arrived." I did not trip on the words because I meant them sincerely. She was quite lovely. He was quiet for a moment. I heard Him stand and move around from behind the desk. A foot in front of me, He stopped. "Look at me, my pet." My pet, He'd said. So I was still His. For how long, I could not know but I was not being replaced. So, with hope brimming beneath my skin, my eyes met His. "You remember how you disobeyed me earlier?" I felt my stomach lurch and the color drain from my face. "Yes, Master." "You are sorry for what you did." He did not ask, only waited for my affirmation. "Very sorry, Master." "Good. You shall remain so. In the bedroom, there is a chair. You will go sit in it and you will not move until I say that you may. Is that clear?" "Yes, Master." I turned to go, hurrying to meet His request. Before I could reach the door His arm snagged my waist, holding my back firmly against His broad chest. "You do understand, you cum-guzzling slut, that one more impertinent slip could be very dangerous, don't you?" His breath was hot in my ear and tears of concern stung the back of my eyelids. "Yes, Master," I whispered. There was a small table to my left. His hand came hard across my ass before I even realized I was bent over it. Once, twice, a third time. A single tear of relief ran down my cheek. I had seated myself on the overstuffed, maroon suede chair and waited. I could hear Raven Hair's luxurious laugh and the low rumble of the master's voice. It was probably only a few moments, a half hour at most but it seemed like an eternity. Then, Raven Hair entered the bedroom. He was right behind her. They both looked my direction as they walked through the door and immediately dismissed my presence. It suddenly became abundantly clear how my master intended to punish me. With all my strength I held fast to the arms of the chair, willing my body to remain still. I deserved this. "You will watch closely, won't you, my pet?" It was only when His voice hovered next to my ear that I realized I had been closing my eyes. I opened them and nodded slowly. First, His hands cupped her face. For a horrifying moment, I thought He would kiss her. But His lips only hovered above hers for a moment and then He sank His teeth into the flesh of her neck. I smiled triumphantly but then as her cry of pain sank into a moan of pleasure, I was crestfallen. I squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. How far would He take this? The master pulled Raven Hair's sweater up over her head and her full breasts swung into His cupped hands. He grabbed a fistful of her skirt and yanked. The fabric wrenched, ripped, and rippled into a tiny pile of silk on the floor. I tried to be furious, tried to stamp out my hurt with anger. But something stirred in me. Deep in the hollow of my belly, just above my own feminine center. A small stream of liquid desire trickled out of my cunt. How? I wondered. I couldn't be turned on by my master fucking another woman. Or could I? Gingerly pushing aside the superficial film of jealousy, I tapped into the emotion just beneath. Fear. I was afraid to watch. Not because of the action itself but because of my own reaction to it. I not only wanted Him to fuck her, I wanted to fuck her too. Badly enough to taste the sweet slickness of her warm pussy running down the back of my throat. A purr of delicious excitement passed my throbbing lips. I slid back the lid of Pandora's Box slowly. Reveling in the wicked rush of it. I wanted to savor my voyeurism, let it melt on my tongue, deep and rich. My master was not punishing me; He was giving me a gift. Raven Hair gave a startled cry as His hand caught in her hair and threw her face down into the bed. He twisted her head roughly to the side. "Unzip my pants," He ordered. As she did, He pulled His shirt of His head and let it fall. I sighed wantonly as His pants dropped beneath His perfectly sculpted waist, revealing His solid cock. In a rapid flourish He kicked them off with His shoes and socks. Raven Hair was still on her stomach, her silly boots forcing her taut round ass into the air. He shoved His dick down her throat and rammed hard against her head several times. As He pulled out of her mouth, her saliva hung off of Him in strings and dripped all over her perfect face. "What is that?" His voice was quiet but menacing. "What the hell is that?" Raven Hair looked at Him, dumbfounded. "Looks like a disgusting, sloppy mess. Did you make a mess on my cock, bitch?" Raven Hair looked a little confused. He pulled her around the corner of the bed, her ass still propped in the air. He looked at me then, a tiny smile lighting His eyes and drove his cock into her tiny little shithole. As Raven Hair's shrieks faded into resigned little yelps, my own lust was near explosion. I let my hand slide down my breast, fingers stopping to toy with my nipple. I pinched it hard and smiled at the hot rush of pain. Then I let my hand slip lower. My fingers gently probed at the opening to my pussy. I felt my juices dripping between my thighs and slid a finger firmly between the folds. I sighed in sinful delight and pulled the wet finger back out to play with my swollen clit. As though somehow catching wind of this while pounding Raven Hair's ass, my master turned to me. "You can play, my pet. But you aren't allowed to come, understand?" I made a playful, sad face, bit my lower lip and nodded. "Good girl," he smiled and smacked Raven Hair hard on the side of her ass. "Turn around." This was directed to Raven Hair as He pulled his throbbing dick out of her bowels. Exhausted, she did so, just in time for Him to spray hot, sticky cum all over her face. "Now, lick my dick clean, bitch." I watched, astounded, my fingers running faster over my clit, my breath growing ragged. Raven Hair's tongue darted out, up and down the length of His cock, cum still staining her cheeks. The master shoved His hand into the tangles of her hair and hauled her to her feet. "Pet," He motioned to me. "Pick up her clothes." Hurriedly, I did and followed Him confusedly out into the front room where He was leading Raven Hair. To my shock and immoral delight, He opened the front door and shoved Raven Hair out onto the stoop. He reached back and scooped her decimated clothing from my arms and wiped the cum from her face with it. Placing the now soiled bundle in her outstretched hands, He stepped back and slammed the door in her face. I stared at Him in astonishment, ignoring the outraged cries from the other side of the dead-bolted door. He took me by the hand and led me back to the bedroom. "You know, you are still in trouble," He said, moving to where he had dropped his pants and sliding the belt from the waist. "But I am a merciful master and I shall let you choose. Would you like me to whip your ass with a belt or would you like me to go let her back in?" "Oh, Master," I threw myself over the end of the bed. "Please whip me!" "Beg me." His voice was soft but determined. "Please, Master," I whimpered. "Please, please, whip me." Silence. "Oh I beg you, Master! Plea—" The word was cut short by an anguished cry as the belt cracked on the sensitive flesh of my ass. Again the leather struck, hard enough to force tears to my eyes. "Yes," I whispered, overjoyed. "Yes," I said, enraptured. "YES!" I screamed as the strap came down several times in rapid succession. Now I could feel the hot cunt-juice seeping down my quivering thighs. He noticed it too and swiped His finger through it. Letting it trail off the end He held it up where I could see it. "Are you a little wet? You dirty little slut. Turn over." I rolled over on the bed, my legs straddling His. He leaned hard over me, rubbing the swell of His prick against my still-engorged clit. "You want my cock in you?" "Yes, please," I begged. I wanted Him balls-deep in my dirty snatch, pounding me hard enough to jostle my ribcage. I wanted Him to fuck me so hard I gagged from the force of His cock pummeling my cervix. "Tell me what you want, my pet." "I want you to fuck me...Master." With that, He slammed His dick so hard into my cunt that I felt faint. Over and over again He pounded and I spiraled closer and closer to eternity and then...I spun dizzily out of control, my body seizing in rapturous, orgasmic bliss. I felt Him shoot His cum deep into my body and sighed in contentment as we collapsed endlessly into each other. "Thank you, Master," I said in the aftermath. "Just promise me that you will never disobey me again, my pet." An impish curl of satisfaction twirled inside my loins and I grinned up at Him. "No, Master."