1 comments/ 22595 views/ 2 favorites Possession Pt. 01 By: catalina_francisco I stood silently listening to the ticking of the clock, so loud in the emptiness that filled the house. It seemed when Master was not home, the house always echoed His absence. My back ached, my legs tired from standing all day locked in the cage where He left me when He went to work. So often my mind contemplated my disobedience throughout the long, lonely hours without His presence. It was hard to ignore this punishment, and the sorrow that filled me knowing I had disappointed Him. A million times I wished I could sit, if just for a moment, but the cage was too narrow to allow that, and just big enough it would not fully support my body in an upright position if I rested. The physical discomfort of the cage alone was enough to make me remorseful, but Master's extras made the point even more poignant. With the cage kept in the coolest room in the house, throughout the hours my naked skin became chilled from the air, and lack of movement. My wrist cuffs were fastened to the collar He had placed around my neck when He had taken possession of me almost a year ago, my ankles shackled with heavy, cold, metal cuffs...though these were nothing compared to Master's special fixture made specifically to fit my body in the most intimate of ways, it's cold metal hardness reminding me I no longer owned myself, nor had the freedom to enjoy my body without His permission. Whenever I thought of the day He took me to be fitted for His special chastity device, I was filled with a mixture of emotions.....shame, humiliation, pride, and joy He would take such complete control of me. We drove to the property on a lonely country road, the house set against a backdrop of carefully cultivated fields and rolling hills. Master drove in, parking the car in front of the house, then came around to open my door, taking my hand as I stepped out of the warmth of its interior. Kissing me deeply, He ordered me to remain in my high heels and black lace top stockings, but to remove the remainder of my clothes and leave them folded on the seat of the car. The sun was warm against my skin, my cunt as usual wet and needing His touch. Slipping His hand in His pocket, He withdrew His favourite leash, a creative blend of fine leather and chain, then reached up and attached it to the ring of my collar. From this moment I knew not to speak, only to obey His orders, though my mind raced with thoughts of what was planned for me. Master led me to the workshop at the rear of the house, the sound of a grinder splitting the crisp, clear air. My stomach began to knot as it always did when I was required to be naked in front of anyone apart from Master, my steps slowing, reluctantly trying to stall the events about to take place, though I knew not what they may be. A man in overalls came out to meet Master at the door, shaking His hand before turning to look at me standing hesitantly in the harsh sunlight, captive at the end of Master's leash. Gently Master tugged it's length pulling me closer as I noticed the man's eyes slide down to my bare sex, my shame deepening as I felt juices oozing from its folds, no doubt about to begin trickling down my thighs soaking into the top of my stockings. As he turned to go inside, flicking a bright light on as he passed the switch, Master followed, leading me into the cool interior. Master's hand caressed my arse as He did so, admiring the effect of the overhead light on my pale skin contrasting against the deep black of my stockings, and highlighting the bruising across back and breasts from my previous night's whipping. Master began to explain to him He wanted a fixture which would not only ensure my chastity unto Him, but would serve as a reminder when fastened, that He owned me inside and out, and always. I tried unsuccessfully to block out Master's words, where I was, and the other man and his eyes on me as I heard my slavery highlighted, my nudity raw and vulnerable. Regardless, Master went on to describe in detail the instrument He wanted designed, a metal plate to cover from arse to lower stomach, with intrusive attachments which would rest inside my body, opening me, yet keeping me untouchable at the same time. The man checked with Him as to whether His special attachments were to be metal also, which Master confirmed would be His choice so their hardness, and at times discomfort, would truly be appreciated by His slave. Nodding, he indicated a bench where Master led me and ordered me to kneel on my knees, leaning forward so my arse was open and exposed. Slipping His hands enticingly over the curve of my arse, Master gently inserted the first fingers of both hands, then the second, inside my body, spreading my anus open to a width He wanted the metal rod to hold it open at. I felt my face burn in shame at the view I imagined the stranger had of my open body, then gasped in shock as I felt him begin to measure the width with a tape measure, taking his time, slightly caressing as he did. Sliding a tray beneath my breasts and out the other side, he asked Master to select a dildo size for the length He wished the rod to be. Taking a condom from His pocket, Master slipped it onto an excessively long, thick dildo, then slid it deep into my body, the pressure squeezing nectar from my cunt to drip onto the bench below. At this I knew my shame was complete. Removing the dildo and indicating this length would suit well, He asked him if he wished to check for inner shaping. Stepping back, Master made room for him to move closer, inserting his fingers into my arsehole, exploring my body deeply and thoroughly, then pulling them out quickly and roughly, wiping them on the leg of his overalls. Master's hands slid between my thighs, pushing gently, indicating me He wanted me to spread them further apart. As I did as He wished, as His fingers slipped through the wetness now pouring from my hot and open cunt. Once again Master opened me to His required width of opening so I could be measured, then another dildo inserted for length, and another invitation for the workmans hands to explore inside my body. After both men completed this task, Master told me to lie on my back with my knees bent, raised and spread as wide as I could. I could feel the cool air on my hot flesh, the trickle of my honey slipping down to disappear into the crack of my arse. Lifting my hips slightly, He held me in that position, spread and open, as the craftsman measured the length of the area to be covered, widths of all areas, and the positioning of my labial rings where it was decided there would be a small slit left so they could be threaded through the metal, and a padlock fixed through them on the outside, locking them in place, and my body openings inaccessible. Asking me to lay flat, measurements were taken to waist, back and front, and around the waist, so chains could be attached to the ends of Master's chastity belt and fixed to a metal waist band holding it firmly in place.....then measurements were taken to my neck to allow for an extra fastening to my collar if desired at any time. My heart pounded, my mind racing at the enormity of this new addition to my life, the restrictions it would enforce, the possession of my being inside and out. When all was finished, Master led me back to the car, opening the door and ordering me to place my clothes on the back seat and remain naked on the journey home. I recall how He pulled off into a side road before we reached home, and dragging me from the car pushed me face down onto the dirt of the road and fucked me hard and deep in my arse, tearing me again and again, grazing my breasts and belly on the rough gravel, until His hot cum filled me, soothing me. Master withdrew, and lifting me in His arms, kissed me deeply before putting me back in the front seat, legs spread to allow His fingers access to my frustrated and burning sex while He drove..... Standing alone and cold in the cage awaiting His return from work, I once again felt the metal deep inside my body, recalled it's shiny perfection and beauty, and the instant shock I always felt when Master inserted it's cold fingers into my warm body, and the myriad of emotions I felt with the click of each padlock, the fastening of the necessary chains, and the need to become accustomed each time to the slight drag the weight of metal had on my cunt where it rested on my rings, locked and stretching my labia with the added pressure. The erotic pleasure of feeling the cold metal opening and invading my body never ceased to thrill me, then torture me as my bodily desire built with no hope of release until Master chose. Heavily blindfolded, I had no idea whether it was night or day, though estimated Master had been gone about 9 hours, so would hopefully return soon, and would set me free from my imprisonment. I was thirsty, hungry, and increasingly desperate to pee, but knew this was not allowed. To do so would have attracted another punishment, which I was not sure I could handle right now....but the urgency was also becoming unbearable. Trying to focus my thoughts elsewhere, I heard the closing of Master's car door, and then the sound of His key in the door. Instantly my discomfort was forgotten as my heart leapt with joy at the return of Master, the centre of my world.......... Possession Pt. 02 I waited in my captive darkness, my breathing perceptively quickening in anticipation of His entrance. Despite the cold, I felt my palms break out in a light sweat. Would He have forgiven me, would He release me and hold me as I longed to be held, would He still want me? The thoughts and questions raced through my mind at a million miles an hour, so quick I was hard put to grasp them and contemplate the possible answers. The clock continued it’s by now infuriating ticking, tick…tock…tick…tock, the slow monotonous regularity intensifying the tension. I had heard nothing since His key grated in its familiar way in the door lock. My ears ached, almost seeming to vibrate with the intensity, the concentration I was using to listen for further signs He was approaching the room, coming to me. Nothing. Minutes passed into more minutes, my heart leapt and plummeted a thousand times. Where was He? Why did He wait? Just as the first tears began to slide down my cheeks I felt Him enter more than heard, the rush of fresh air caressing my bare skin teasingly. Standing straight I waited, waited to feel His touch. His shoes whispered softly on the floor as He walked around the cage slowly, but more than that there was something else alerting my senses, but what? All sound ceased as I sensed His presence in front of me at the door to the cage. Breathing deeply I detected the faint scent of an unfamiliar smell, spicy, masculine, cloying. Had Master bought a new aftershave? No….couldn’t be as it was coming from the side of the cage, not the front where I knew my senses could not be deceiving me with the perceived presence of Master. Unexplainably a shiver went up my spine, the fine hairs on my arms standing out….then was gone and forgotten in an instant as something else diverted my attention. The key sliding into the cage lock made a melodic type ringing before turning slowly, the catch clicking to open the door to freedom. Shackled and blindfolded I could not move, knew better than to try, but felt the urge to speak my love, my sorrow, my devotion to Master. Before the words passed my lips I felt a cold metal blade against them, the broad flat surface cold and smooth silencing me both with its width and its pressure…firm, but not enough to cut if I kept still. “Silence!!” Master’s voice sent shockwaves through my body, unexpected as it was and accompanied by the knife blade across my now trembling lips. “I will tell you if and when to speak…until then don’t displease me with the sound of your words.” Tears soaked the blindfold, my nose beginning to block with the pressure of suppressed crying. Sniffling softly, clearing my breathing as best I could I tried to be silent, tried to understand, tried to still the quaking fear. As I suspected He knew I was going to be quiet, the pressure of the blade was lessened. Master trailed the tip, sharp and cold along my jaw pressing menacingly near the artery before scratching a thin line up the side of my face to slip under the edge of the blindfold and rest against my temple. I shivered in fear despite my detecting the care with which He used the blade. Nothing had ever prepared me for this. Purring like, and in a voice I could tell was laden with excitement, Master spoke softly in my ear. “Don’t move, hold your breath.” I could feel the warmth rising from his body so close to mine as I felt Him twist the blade in a way which cut the cloth with its sharpness, the blindfold falling away and tickling my skin as it slipped off my shoulder to rest on the floor of the cage. Blinking in the light after so many hours of darkness, my eyes began to focus on the one who ruled my world. Eyes locked, breath mixing to become one, I waited expectantly for His kiss; His lips so tantalisingly close, almost mesmerising. For a moment He leant near, lips slightly parted as if about to kiss me, only to pull back quickly with a sarcastic smile upon His lips, His hand grabbing my hair and winding it around His fist to pull my head back sharply. “I hope you have enjoyed your day, given some thought to your transgressions,” he growled as I felt the knife teasingly trace its way down my side, scratching this time a line over my hip, pricking lightly so a droplet of blood escaped the confines of skin to trickle slowly down my thigh. Remembering by some miracle His instruction for silence, I didn’t speak. I was not noted for always remembering these temporary type orders, and though this time I did I was also tempted to answer. Biting down on my lip I maintained my silence. Laughing, He slipped the knife into a sheath on His belt. “I see you have finally found a way to remember what I instruct you….could this new found talent be a product of your reflections today, or are they my new persuasive methods?” Waiting for a moment, I once again fought the urge to answer. It seemed so wrong to not answer His questions, but to do so would contradict what He had ordered. “You have learned something! I can’t even tempt you out of your silence it seems.” I felt a small triumph as His words washed over me, pride suffusing my being thoroughly. With the slight relaxation I was feeling, the demands of my body were beginning to make themselves felt again. I ached from head to toe, felt frozen to the bone. Releasing His grip on me and bending down He released my ankle cuffs, laying them to rest on the floor of the cage. Standing once again He roughly grabbed one of my elbows and pulled me unceremoniously from the cage while at the same time spinning me around and pinning me to His body with an arm across my still bound wrists at my throat. At the same moment I registered the roughness of His clothes against naked flesh, the warmth of His body greeting my chilled one, I looked into the face of a stranger. It took a moment for the shock to register, the memory of the strange scent explained. Master slowly unlocked my wrists from the collar and each other before holding my arms firmly to my sides as a signal where He wanted them to remain. Sliding one hand over my stomach and upward he caressed a breast, lifting it lightly and squeezing to accentuate its fullness. I could feel His breath on my neck as He held my breast in His grasp and spoke to the other man. “What do you think? Do you like what you see?” Feeling my body stiffen in fear, Master tightened His other arm across my body to hold me firm while His hand dropped the breast and began to caress my body crudely. The stranger smiled as He watched, not commenting but obviously enjoying the scene before him. My mind raced. What was Master planning? What was he doing, why show me this way, this moment? “Let me give you a better view,” He said as he made to remove the chastity device from my body. “No sense having a slave if you can’t see all she has to offer.” I cringed at His words, the meaning clearly identifiable, the disrespect for me as a woman, the acknowledgement I was not in possession of the body He so casually displayed and caressed in front of a stranger. As the locks were undone, the pieces of torture/pleasure removed, my shame increased. Pulling gently he removed the device, the metal dildos emerging glistening in the light with the obvious wetness that clung to their shiny phallic shaped surface. For moments, my body felt a mixture of relief and loss emphasizing the removal of the insertions from my most intimate recesses of my body, His body, leaving me empty and feeling like the bottom was about to drop out of my belly, my sex lips sore, swollen, stretched and chaffed. Master raised the metal protrusions to my lips, one at a time, for my expected cleaning. Opening my lips hesitantly I took each into my mouth in turn, swirling the perfectly smooth surface with my tongue, licking until all traces of my inner secrets were removed leaving the metal once again pristine and glistening in its perfection. Laying the heavy device aside and turning me round, Master swiftly bent me over almost double before inserting two fingers into my dripping pussy, opening and revealing my inner depths. “See what I meant? My slut is always wet…an advantage, huh?” I tried to close my ears to the laughter between the two men as He continued to probe and open me for the stranger’s appraisal, at one point using my labial rings to pull me open further. A horrifying thought entered my head. “What if He were planning to sell me? What if I had gone too far and He no longer saw me worth the effort? What if the stranger were a prospective new owner?” I froze at the thought He could send me away; sell me to another like any other property He owned, His car, His house, and His furniture. In reality I was no more than these inanimate objects, I had no recourse for objection, I had no rights to protect and prevent sale or disposal but those He chose to give me Himself. I began to tremble which only caused more pressure to pee. I tried to still my body, tried to ignore the added pressure of His fingers making it harder to not let go, tried not to close my legs against His hands, tried to quell the mixture of fear and rage my inner thoughts were creating. “My slave seems to be tightening her cunt a lot….could it be you have a problem slave?” He said as His fingers dug deeper, pushing in all the right places to increase the discomfort. I then knew He was well aware of my physical problem but had no idea what He intended to do about it. “You may speak to answer me.” “Please Master?” I dared not say more, couldn’t reveal more in front of another. “Please Master?!! Is that all you have to say? Am I a mind reader now?” Stubbornly I remained silent, words lost for the moment though aware I could not hold much longer. A whimper escaped my lips indicating my dilemma. “Beg slut, and maybe I will grant you what you need.” “Master, I can’t….You know what I need…please, let me go.” “Beg!! And make it good, on your knees, on the floor at my feet...grovel bitch and show me why you deserve to be heard.” In desperation I knew I would not escape this further humiliation, felt the shame flush my face as I sank to the floor in front of the one who owned me. I flattened my body to the surface, my lips to His boot tips as I murmured my request. “Louder…we can’t hear what it is you seek. You know it is rude to whisper in front of guests so if you do not want to raise my ire further and attract a punishment, you will speak up, now!” Master lifted one booted foot and rested it on my back, pushing firmly to force me closer to the floor, degrading me with his gesture aimed to accentuate my state, my slavery. Gasping for breath, and fighting the urgency of my body I responded in desperation. “Please Master, I need to use the bathroom.” Silence followed as His boot pressed even harder. “Please Master, I can’t hold on much longer….I have been holding for hours for Your return. Please!! I promise to do whatever You need of me, just let me go now.” With gratitude I noticed the immediate easing of pressure on my back, the lifting of His foot as He grabbed my hair and pulled me up from the floor to stand trembling before Him. “That was better, though there is room for improvement. Your request will be granted, not for you but to spare our guest the disgust of witnessing your lack of control. Be grateful bitch I do not make you pee in front of us.” With lowered eyes and a shameful blush deepening the shade of my face I thanked Him hastily. “Thank You, Master. I appreciate Your kindness.” “Wait just a moment!!” His voice boomed over me. I stopped my retreat in dread. I couldn’t hold on any longer and could feel the liquid threatening to spill from my body to the floor below. “Yes Master?” I whispered desperately, pressing my thighs tight together. “We have plans this evening which require your presence. I am giving you 15 minutes to do whatever it is you have to do, shower, grab a drink but no food, and tidy yourself up to look…presentable.” I shivered at the way He emphasized the last word wondering the precise significance of its utterance in such a deliberate way. “You will find a dress hanging in the bathroom. Put it on and be quick…your time has begun to tick away.” As was His custom whenever I was to shower, He removed my collar and wrist cuffs until I returned to His presence. Walking as quickly, though gracefully as I could from the room, I made my way to the bathroom and blessed relief. Not only did I revel in the relief of releasing my bodily fluid, but felt the pressure ease at not having to be under the direct scrutiny of both Master and stranger. Of course, as was the rule, I knew better than to close the bathroom door, but something told me I would not be bothered as I carried out His instructions. My stomach growled in hunger, felt as if there was a giant rat gnawing at its walls. I didn’t know how I was going to go much longer without food but dared not disobey. Showering quickly, I dried myself with the huge fluffy towel Master had given me as a reward, then turned to look at the dress He had left for me to wear. My breath caught at both the beauty, and the image which flooded my mind of my wearing it. Black and long, its light fabric was sheer and of the type which would cling to the body in an intimate caress. There was no use deluding myself it would offer any modesty or protection from prying eyes as its beauty alone would attract attention, and its sheerness reveal all it was pretentiously meant to cover. Not daring to think how much time had passed, I quickly slipped the dress over my head and let it fall into place before brushing my damp hair out, whisking on a whisper of make up just the way Master liked…not too heavy, just a hint of colour…then dashing into the kitchen, grabbed a tall glass of water and en route slipped into His favourite stilettos, pausing momentarily to tie the bindings which wound around my ankle, slightly up the calf, holding the shoes in place precariously. Gathering myself together I walked to the living room where I could hear their voices talking, discussing books and authors they both liked, making small talk as they waited for me to appear. Standing in the doorway I felt a rush of pride and embarrassment as both men took in my form, and from their directed gazes, noticed the uselessness of the fabric to cover any secrets my body may wish to keep. I noticed with pleasure the moment’s obvious pride and pleasure, which flickered in Master’s eyes before He cleverly masked it with a sweep of his eyes to then look up and gruffly berate my tardiness. “It’s about time. I thought I was going to have to punish you but you seem to have saved yourself this disgrace by a whisker. Come, we must go,” He spoke as He crossed to fasten the collar around my neck, cuff around wrists, and lead our way from the house, the clicking of the door lock once again filling me with a sense of ominous dread I had managed to push down while I was occupied getting ready. As the cool evening breeze blew through the sheerness of the dress, embarrassingly my stomach let out a loud growl as we entered the car. “Don’t worry about your hunger…you will soon be grateful your stomach is empty.” I sought comfort and security from the fear His words engendered by pressing myself into the corner of the back seat, buckling the seat belt for the beginning of our evening. Once again my mind flooded with the possible plans Master may have planned for me. Whatever they were, I sensed they were not of the kind full of laughter and fun, nor was He finished with impressing His displeasure with my disobedience on me. I shivered in anticipation and sunk deeper into the depths of the darkness the corner of momentary refuge offered me. Possession Pt. 03 Gazing out of the window from my solitary refuge I noticed it had begun to rain, the soft swishing of the tyres as Master drove over the wet road surface somehow soothing, a little wistful in its hushed whisper; a little sad, a little melancholy. The raindrops sparkled like small jewels of glass on the windows, the night lights reflecting in their curved shapes to create a kaleidoscope of colour. Somehow the weather suited my mood, held me in its embrace for that moment in time, the rhythmic sweeping of the windshield wipers semi hypnotic in their actions. My mind wandered to another time, a time when Master and I had first met. So many dreams we had shared, so many goals for the future, so many fantasies begging to be turned into reality. It all seemed so long ago on this dark and damp night filled with remorse, guilt, love, and hope...and more than a little fear and anticipation. In resignation I rested my head against the cool glass of the window and watched as the world passed by in a lazy blur. "I've had much to think on today." Master's voice burst into my subconscious from the driver's seat, startling me out of my pensiveness. As always our minds seemed to magically tune into similar thought patterns at the same time, though tonight this one may have been more expected. "Your behaviour is a symptom of much more than willful disobedience. I acknowledge my part of the responsibility, but still, it must be dealt with in a way which will benefit both of us in the long term." Silently I listened, more than a little tired and hungry, unable to think of an appropriate response, if a response was even expected or wanted. I had no idea where the conversation was going but knew I must listen and try and comprehend its message. In my heart I always wanted to serve His needs, fulfill His desires, be His slave at whatever cost...but so often I felt I failed, so often the best intentions became muddled, so often I felt I displeased. More than once I asked Him if He would not be better finding a slave who could be all He needed, and never understood His declaration I was that slave for Him. "I understand your silence more than you may realize, and for now I think it best," He continued thoughtfully. I felt relief at knowing He did not expect or want a response from me. "You have made promises to me which for one reason on another have not been honoured, as I have done to you...both of us have had our share of disappointments, our moments of feeling we were standing on shifting sand as it washed from beneath our feet." I could not deny this was so, not if I were to be honest. Often I felt the disappointment, the frustration of not realising the future we had spoken of with such hope and promise. At times I felt lost and unsure of our direction. I also knew there was often two sides to the situation, at least for me; accompanying the disappointment at times was a sense of relief the challenge had not been presented, no pressure to succeed, no risk, no change, no need to fear the unchartered territory. Master continued. "For that reason, tonight will be a new beginning. You may not feel it is at times, you may not want it to be as it will be. You will need to trust me more than you ever have before, trust I know what is needed for us to survive." Pausing for a moment, Master took a breath before continuing hesitantly, but firmly. "I will not lie to you, I will not deceive you with promises you will find it an easy road to travel, but it is the path you have chosen for yourself long ago, agreed to and entrusted to my care to recognize and guide you on. There are no more choices for you to make, no more excuses, no more postponements." More firmly He continued, "In your new life you will cry often, you will beg for release and mercy, you will bleed and scream, and you will question if you can endure....but you will also beg for more of the same, grow stronger in my bond, blossom into the slave you crave to be, serve me in all the ways I require.....and most importantly, you will love me deeper than you ever dreamed possible because you will know I am the only one who can bring you to your knees as well as fly with you through the nightmares and the dreams, the only one who can love you as you need to be loved and cherished, the only one you can love....it is a language few will understand, but one we speak in unison and with passion.....close your eyes now and rest a little." I could not fight the fatigue that weighed me down physically and mentally and gratefully followed His instructions to rest. The mood the rain had created and the comforting curve of the car seat lulled me into a semi-doze where nothing reached the level of significance, nothing needed to be answered or solved, just blissful nothingness. I had no idea how long I remained suspended in this void, but awoke to the sound of metal scraping on concrete as huge doors opened to allow the car to enter into the dry depths of an empty warehouse, then closed again with a sense of finality, as if barring all escape from what was to come. Perhaps I was just allowing my raw nerves to spark my imagination into overdrive, but it was how I felt. Master switched the engine off and stepping from the car, came around to my door to help me out. Standing unsteadily on legs made weak by a mixture of lingering sleep, hunger, and fear, I was grateful Master held my arm firmly to prevent my overbalancing on the ridiculously high heels of the stilettos. As I regained my balance, Master removed His support and turned to walk away, following the path our companion had already taken, my following implicitly understood. Though a physical move away, in my insecurity and uncertainty I felt emotionally abandoned as well as I began to follow His steps. Our footsteps echoed hollowly in the cavernous emptiness of the building. Somehow sensing my turmoil, Master paused to turn and kiss my lips lightly, patting me in a reassuring manner on my tush. The gesture served to strengthen my resolve enough to continue. With trepidation I followed Him, lifting the hem of my dress slightly as I walked up the tall flight of stairs. My dress clung to me in a way that made me feel more womanly than I had in a long while...soft and feminine, mysterious and seductive, it caressed me like a long lost lover. Master's form in front of me offered some sense of security but still I wished for a little more support, a reassurance all would be okay, a sign in truth I would like what was to come. It was not to be it seemed as He continued to all but ignore my presence. Opening the door at the top of the stairs, He led the way into a large room, well lit and at first, shy glance seemingly full of people. The room was basic, the only furniture being a couple of couches and a small refrigerator. Dominating with its stark presence dead center of the room was an object which at second glance appeared to be a modified sawhorse. A padded, vinyl clad board had been added to its upper surface, and a short extension added at one end with a curved shape at the pinnacle. Moving my gaze from the dominating feature and looking round the room, I noticed it was not exactly crowded with people, in reality only eight apart from Master and His friend, but noticeably all men. As always, being in the presence of others, especially men, I felt awkward and self conscious, shy and more than a little on edge. My nervousness refused to allow me to take in more as Master grasped my elbow and propelled me forward, my feet seemingly frozen to the spot where he left me as He withdrew His hold. Sliding His hand suggestively down my back to rest on my thinly clad butt, He faced the sea of faces looking with interest in our direction. I felt myself begin to tremble, the dread filling me; the wish the floor would swallow me, permeating my every thought. The only word that kept flooding my mind was 'No', over and over, but no sound passed my lips except my increasingly laboured breathing. I tried to reason myself out of the panic, tried to reassure myself there was nothing to fear and I was being childish, but down deep I knew what the purpose of our visit was to be...perhaps not the exact details, but I knew. "Gentleman, let me present my slave," Master spoke confidently as His hand reached across in front of me and grabbing the softly draped neckline of the dress, tore downward leaving me exposed and naked to their eyes, the remnants of the garment slipping to the floor. The sound of the tearing fabric shocked me back into movement. Obedience forgotten, automatically my hands flew to cover myself, futile in their attempt as Master stepped behind me and pulling my hands above my head holding the wrists together with one hand He slid His free hand down my body to caress my breasts, teasingly light, tweaking a nipple ring playfully as he displayed His owned property to His curious audience. Grasping my neck, He slowly turned me round like a music box doll making sure nothing was missed. "Don't be fooled by her womanly appearance...she is a slave and a whore and knows her true purpose in life is to serve and please. As such she does not require the usual considerations you might give when seducing a woman, gentleness and courtesy certainly not in keeping with her purpose. Your usage of her will be constructive in its educative effects, and I can assure you, appreciated." Tracing a hand down over my breast, stomach, and finally probing roughly between my shaking legs, Master made sure they understood His meaning. "She has become a little misguided in her thoughts and actions lately, so I am hoping this night will re-establish her focus, clarify her position for her. Please enjoy what from this moment on will be public property." My face burned in shame at the meaning behind His words, the presentation of me naked and vulnerable in the presence of a roomful of men...I wanted to close my eyes and make it go away, wake to find it had all been a bad nightmare. Since being collared to Master, and though displayed from time to time, no other man had used me sexually or otherwise. Though the topic had been discussed often, I had remained His private toy until this moment. Using my arms to pull me forward He drew me toward the sawhorse. Pushing me down He toppled me off balance so I fell unceremoniously, more than laid upon its smooth surface, no chance to break my fall as the air was driven from my lungs in a whoosh. "Good girl." He soothed sarcastically as he roughly fastened my wrists to the front legs of the contraption, then moved to tear the shoes from my feet and tied my legs to the rear supports. Open and exposed, nerves jagged and raw, I sobbed in shame, fear, and humiliation. Sliding my body forward slightly, He lifted my chin to rest on the extended protrusion I had first noticed at the end of the sawhorse. Using His fingers as if I were an animal, He tested whether it were still possible to open my mouth. Pleased it did not restrict the obvious use of my mouth, He pulled a leather tie from His pocket to tie my hair back, then walked away out of my range of vision. Not that vision was really the appropriate word as tears blurred the scene before me, shapes floating in and out of focus. Already I could feel hands stroking my flesh, opening and prying, caressing and squeezing, an object to be used. It seemed little encouragement was needed after all as before I had even recovered my breath, I felt a cock pushing into my wet cunt. The wetness disgusted me, betrayed the lie I hated every moment of the scene I now found myself the star performer in. I was hating it, but my mind and body knew what they needed and craved, the degradation, humiliation, the loss of control and nothingness that came with being used without thought or emotion, the perverse pleasure in being forced to submit to whatever my Owner devised, and the fear of the unknown and the depravity. It was not long before another filled my mouth, obviously his delight with having such a helpless receptacle proving too much as he exploded his cum almost immediately, pulling out half way through to drip the remainder down my chin as I quickly swallowed as I knew Master would expect. I struggled to not regurgitate his deposit, the burning sensation increasing as I fought the urge to expel it from my body, my lips, swallowing hard to force it down...then another taking his place. I felt the semen overflowing my pussy as another came inside me, then when he finished even more being squeezed out as someone began to force their way into my arse. Pushing insistently at this tighter opening there was a momentary reprieve as he withdrew to suggestively rub some lube inside its tunnel and over the end of his now dripping shaft. I longed to scream for the use to stop, everything inside me fought surrender, but I was silenced by the face fucking I was receiving. My mind struggled with all the thoughts and emotions, tried to find a place of solace, acceptance, but it was not coming easily. The smell of some of them was far from pleasant and filled me with revulsion but there was no escaping, no protests allowed. For all I knew, Master had requested them to come unwashed. Not all the men chose to cum each time, instead prolonging the experience, playing with my body, taking what they wanted for their pleasure and coming back for more. Perhaps they were already on their second round and this helped their determination to milk the experience for all they could get. Master appeared before me, "Open bitch" He ordered. Dazed, but pleased He was there at last, I opened my mouth obediently thinking He wanted to empty His own sweet cum into my throat. I was shocked out of my dreamlike state as He began to pee in my mouth, filling it quickly as He laughingly told the other men how useful it was to have your own toilet wherever you went. 'Swallow!" He yelled as His piss began to overflow to the floor below. I tried to take as much as I could but could not catch it all, especially in such a restricted position. The bitter, salty taste filled my mouth, the smell filling my nostrils, the thought of what I was doing nauseating. As He finished and stepped aside He instructed me, "Close your mouth quickly slut...I have invited two of my friends to pee in your face, but I do not want you to drink from them." The men chuckled as I closed my mouth and eyes as tight as I could, screwing my face up to make sure nothing was going to go where it shouldn't, all the while wishing it would stop. The urine washed over my face, hot, stinking and foul, emphasizing as nothing else had how low I was, how used I was to be, and how little I could expect in the way of mercy. Master was certainly successful in the point He wished to make. I quickly lost track of time as the fucking continued, interspersed with curious probing into my most intimate depths, fingers struggling to open me further for their perverse pleasure. One man attempted to fist my cunt, but found his hand too big, and his determination far too small. I began to drift in a nether land, a place where the brutality was not touching me. I almost felt as though I had stepped out of my body to watch dispassionately from a safe haven, a place where I could not be touched. It was short lived, though the break helped me survive the anguish I could not deny. I heard Master ask the man who was currently using my mouth to move aside, Himself taking his place. His hands gently caressed my shoulders in a way He used whenever He was soothing me or helping me get through a difficult process. I wondered at the timing after I had already endured a considerable time and multiple indignities, puzzled at His unexpected request for someone to give up his place, but soon began to understand. Strengthening His stroke for a moment to draw my attention, He spoke to me, all the time slowly pumping His cock in and out of my mouth, my lips and tongue caressing Him lovingly. "You need to breath deeply slave, relax, open your body...and don't under any circumstance bite me or you will be sorry." Why would I bite Him? Why was He suddenly helping me endure what He had made clear was my duty to bear without hesitation or question? Had I not obeyed...in truth what else could I do? I felt another set of hands massaging my butt, always a feeling I loved and one which definitely encouraged me to surrender my all. Sighing in pleasure, it took a moment to connect the second set of fingers lubricating my arsehole to the reality of what was about to happen. Too late I realized what all the relaxation talk and stroking was about, just as I felt the pressure at my opening. Automatically tightening in fear, I foolishly tried to resist the unknown, but surely fearsome intrusion. Relentlessly the pressure continued, all sound in the room hushed in anticipation. I raged inside, burned again with shame, struggled to pull out of my bonds. "Be still!!" Master yelled, causing tears to spring to my eyes. "Open up your fuckhole before we tear it open for you." I sobbed in fear and knew nothing was going to make me relax now, but I ceased to struggle. The man pushed, the pain increasing in the tender nerve endings of my anus as he made it clear he would have his way. Slowly I felt my body begin to give way to his insistence, opening a little, tearing even more. Master's cock filled my mouth, my throat, so the scream which followed was muffled. The head of the cock was now inside, stretching me more open than ever before in my lifetime. I had never known a cock of such huge proportions. I prayed for it to stop, would have begged if only my mouth were free, but he continued, and with Master's encouragement. "Don't let her stop you. She loves a bit of pain anyway so it will be her pleasure to be torn if that is what is necessary, and she knows your pleasure is more important than her discomfort." With that the man drove his cock deeper, the searing pain of the tearing filling my arse, cutting like a knife into my lower belly, traveling up my spine, a burning path of agony throughout my body until his cock was sunk to the hilt. There was no more resistance as he pushed the final inches into my bloodied hole, his balls brushing my dripping, open sex as he began his thrusting. I felt as if I were being sawn in half, torn apart and brutalized. I would never have imagined it were possible to get something so big in such a small opening, and wondered if my butt would ever be the same again after this ravishing. It occurred to me how little choice I had anymore, how little control I could exercise. Anything that was desired by another would be taken from me with no need for my willing participation or appreciation, just a vessel to be used, a body to provide what others craved. Even my identity was of no importance, just a certainty my holes would welcome and accommodate the perversities of men. The pain turned to numbness as he continued to enjoy my newly opened body, so numb I barely felt him leave my body when he was spent, a slap on the butt his parting thanks. As he withdrew, Master filled my throat and mouth with His cum, a welcome reward. "I think my slave deserves a little punishment for her resistance. I want her to please always, never resist the needs of others. It will serve her good to learn this lesson early." I cringed at Master's words wondering how he could have expected me to be ready for what had just occurred. I had tried my best to obey even through my terror. "Five each." I heard Master instruct, and had no time to brace myself before the first descent of the cane across my buttocks. The pain was unexpected in part as I had no idea what form the punishment was to take. I ground my teeth against the onslaught, the sting increasing with each stroke. After five, there was a second's break before I felt the burning pain of the flogger on my open and exposed pussy and arse. The pain was excruciating on top of the use both areas had endured, and the tenderness of such intimate flesh. The tears flowed, the humiliation curled, as the rage of the indignity burned in my belly and soul. It seemed Master's slave still had a long way to go before I could accept all He felt natural and deserving of my position, and yet I knew I wanted to acquiesce as much as He wanted me to succeed. As the beating ended and the fucking continued, my body felt as if it were on fire as my mind filled with the question of how I would ever learn to accept all that was my lot, all I had willingly submitted to....how I would become the best slave Master could ever hope for.