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Proving My Loyalty Ch. 01

By: dianaprince_73



God, I hate Monday mornings...kids don't want to be at school and teachers REALLY don't want to be at school. I'm not even sure how I made it through this particular Monday morning. I am a high school science teacher and my weekend went beyond anything I have ever experienced or could have imagined. I have been a teacher for 10 years now, but my job does not define me. It's the "extra-curricular" activities that consume me, that give me my worth, my value. 

When you hear my story, you may think I'm crazy, you may wonder to yourself how I find value and worth in my choice of lifestyle. Truth be told, I find empowerment and amazingly, great worth in what I do after hours. I am owned. I am a sex slave. My owner is very rich, very powerful and sometimes very mean. I have just recently come to this lifestyle and my owner doubts my loyalty. He says I've not done enough to please him, to prove to him that I serve him and him alone. 

After this weekend, there should no longer be any doubt. I am still feeling the after-effects of our weekend activities this morning as I think back over all that happened. I had to prove to Him just how far I was willing to go to be allowed to be His slave, His whore, His slut.

It was Friday night; He picked me up from school and drove me to His house. My attire for the evening was laid out on His bed; a bath was drawn. I was ordered to bath and dress. I never question Sir's instructions; I simply do as I am told or pay the consequences. When an evening begins in such a sweet manner, I know not to take too much for granted. The night was young and Sirs demands could still swing either way, sweet or sinister.

As we drove to our destination, Sir ordered me to take his cock in my mouth. These are the kind of instructions I gladly follow. I love his cock, all 8 inches of it. I hungrily licked at his pre-cum, running my tongue up and down his shaft. After several minutes of devouring his cock, Sir grabbed me by the hair on the back of my neck and pulled me off his cock. "No sense in rushing things," He said. "We've got all night, baby!" 

Hearing the name baby always put me on alert and sent chills down my spine. He uses it to convey two emotions, tenderness and warning. I had a feeling, he wasn't intending to be tender this evening. As His cock softened enough to return to His pants, Sir ordered me zip up his fly, reminding me that if I caused Him pain, I'd be the one that was sorry.

As He parked the car, I looked out the window at the darkening night, trying to get an idea of where we were. Then I saw it, a neon sign that read Purple Lotus Tattoos. I looked at him with questioning eyes, big mistake. He took my hand, kissed the palm and then bit my finger hard enough to draw blood. "Never look at me with eyes that question!" He said. "IN!" he ordered. 

As we entered the tattoo parlor, Sir didn't stop at the counter. He went straight toward the back, through a curtain to the last room on the right. Inside he nodded to the man seated there and the man grunted his greeting. No words were exchanged between the two men. I on the other hand, was ordered by Sir to strip. Without question, I began to remove the articles I had been ordered to wear just an hour before, heels first, followed by hose, skirt, shirt, bra and lastly thong. Sir pushed me into the waiting chair and spread my legs apart. Already I was wet, just being with Sir got my juices flowing, not to mention sucking his magnificent cock or following his orders. 

As I sat in the chair, the tattoo artist looked to Sir and Sir nodded his consent. The artist leaned in, stuck out his tongue and took one long, slow lick from my ass to my clit. My body shuddered in response, my head fell back. I couldn't help my body's response; I was so horny from having just sucked Sir's cock. The artist pulled back, removed his cock from his pants and scooted his chair close enough for me to take his dick in my hands. The artist took my clit between his teeth, teased it out from its hub, while I stroked his twittering cock. He sucked my clit between his teeth, and flicked it relentlessly with his tongue. My juices were flowing so hot and fast. 

Matching the artist's advances step for step, I rubbed the pre cum from his dick around the head of his cock. Sir took his hand and shoved two of his fingers into my flowing pussy, removed them, circled them around my lips and placed them in my mouth. I sucked my own cum off of his beautiful hands. 

I looked to Sir with pleading eyes; he shook his head no. No, I was not to cum or I would be punished were his unspoken instructions. I fought with every ounce of my being to not cum as I felt the tattoo artist spew forth, splattering my stomach and my pussy with cum. Feeling it run down around my hand as I continued to pump every last bit of juice from this big, burly, dark haired man. 

Excited as I was my desires were irrelevant. Pleasing Sir is my purpose, my priority, my greatest desire and if he said not to cum, I would do all I could to appease. As my legs began to shake with much needed release, Sir cried out, "Enough!" 

Immediately the artist removed his mouth from my hot, wet pussy, placed his own cock back in his pants, washed his hands and pulled out his equipment. Even though I was able to resist cumming, I was now throbbing and aching with desire. Not to mention the fact that my juices were really flowing; flowing so heavily they were running down my ass crack and pooling in the chair. 

Physically my body was vibrating with need and desire. However, I was really getting excited wondering what he had in store for me. Sir and I had been together for nearly a month now, I had pledged my faithfulness to him verbally, yet this was not enough for Sir. Sir wanted me tattooed; wanted me branded. The design for my brand was laid out on the table: TB 

Sir's initials! I sat stone still while the gravity of what was about to happen, settled around me. This was it. Sir was claiming me as His. 

The artist spread my legs wide, leaned forward and went to work on my beautifully shaved pussy. Sir's initials were being permanently etched directly above my fuck hole. The pain caused by the relentless needle was secondary to the excitement I felt from knowing I was His. I didn't think it possible for the juices pouring out of my cunt to increase, but increase they did. Fluid gushed from me as the artist finished. 

Sir admired the artist's handy work, pulled out a wad of bills, paid the man and ordered me to dress. We walked into the night and as we did Sir pulled me to him, kissed me deeply and said..."this isn't all there is. Before the night is through you will prove to Me how far you are willing to go, baby!" 

Proving My Loyalty Ch. 02



"This isn't all there is. Before the night is through you will prove to Me how far you are willing to go, baby!" 

Just what could Sir mean by this? 

As we stood under the glow of the neon sign reading Purple Lotus Tattoos, Sir handed me a slip of paper and spoke these last few phrases. "These are your instructions, cunt. Do not read them until I have driven away. Nod your head if you understand Me." 

With a simple nod from me, Sir got into His car and drove down the street. He left me there all alone with nothing but my thoughts and determination to make Him happy.

The paper read: Turn around, walk to the alley behind this building, head south; you will know when you have gone far enough. 

As I stood at the opening of the darkened alley, apprehension settled around me. Not to mention fear and excitement. Yes, excitement. Excitement for my chance to prove to Sir just how far I was willing to go for Him. Goosebumps rose on my arms and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I knew better than to waste any time. The few times I had dared a moment's hesitation on carrying out Sir's instructions were mistakes I dared not repeat. 

The night was dark; the moon hidden behind the clouds made for an eerily quiet evening. As I turned down the alley I was highly aware of every sound, every possible movement. What could Sir have in store for me? I dared not think too much; I floated between moving forward and running away. I couldn't be without Sir. I couldn't run away; I had to move forward. I had to live out whatever He had in store for me.

With every step I moved forward, I felt eyes watching me. I sensed their presence long before they were upon me. First I was grabbed from behind; one strong hand clamped over my mouth the other gripping me roughly under my breasts. As my legs came off the ground I began to kick at my attackers. Two more pair of arms appeared out of the shadows to wrestle my legs into submission. What was happening? Is this what Sir wanted for me? To have me raped, battered and used?

I had to make a choice, submit and accept whatever my attackers were planning to do to me peacefully, or fight. For me, one of the hardest parts of being a slave is relinquishing my control to Him; a flaw of which He is keenly aware. However, this was not Sir that had hold of me. 

There were three of them. Three men so dark I couldn't make out any facial features; I could only feel them. Feel their hands grabbing at me, trying to hold me still as I tried to kick my legs free, bucking against their hold. I couldn't seem to will myself to choose to take this quietly. I was choosing to fight.

Two more men came out of the shadows and they were not alone. There were two others with the men, too small to be men themselves. Women, there were women there. I was so confused I didn't know what to think.

"Hold her down," one of the new men commanded. "Spread her legs and be sure to keep a strong grip on her arms. I wouldn't want her scratching my pretty face." He chuckled at his own joke.

Fear burned deep within me. I was being raped, not just raped, but gang raped. So far I had counted 5 men and 2 women. Was this all of them or would there be more? 

The one that spoke seemed to be the leader, the man in control. He knelt between my legs, running his hands roughly up and down my silky stockings; laughing out loud. "Such fancy clothes to be walking around an alley all by yourself little girl. Don't you know any better?"

My hose were ripped in two, my thong pushed aside and two fingers shoved in my pussy. "So wet," the man said. "She wants this, the cunt wants this."

I tried to shake my head no, to scream, but it was impossible with the grip around my mouth. The hand holding me underneath my tits began to move upward, squeezing my breasts, causing me pain and a tiny bit of pleasure. 

Now three fingers were shoved in my cunt and before I could offer up any resistance the man removed his fingers and shoved his rock hard dick in me. Before I could stop myself my body shuddered in response. I was so horny and turned on from being branded by Sir that I couldn't help myself. 

The man pumped his cock in and out of me. Without realizing what I was doing, I matched his thrusts, trying to take him deeper into my sopping pussy; tightening my cunt around his cock. I could hear his grunts; hear the cheers and jeers of the men around us. 

"She likes it."

"Look at her trying to get more of him in her."

"Hurry up; I want a turn at the bitch."

No I cried out over and over in my head, but the word no never escaped my lips. I realized the grip on my mouth had lessened and I could hear someone moaning. Were those moans coming from my lips? 

As the man pumped his cock harder and faster into my cunt, another man was pushing his cock at my mouth; trying to urge my lips to open so I could take in his dick. "That's it, fill up her holes. Fuck her like the whore she is." 

I tried to resist, but the man behind me held my head forward and yanked a fistful of hair so hard I cried out in pain. While my mouth was open the man pushed his cock in me; leaving me no choice.

I couldn't stop my body's response; I loved to suck cocks. I loved the feeling of a dick in my mouth and I loved feeling one in my cunt at the same time. I had often fantasized about being full of cocks. My fantasy was coming true; just in a much more brutal fashion than I would have expected. 

While the two men pumped their dicks in and out of my mouth and cunt; the other three took turns grabbing at my tits, tearing my clothes away. The man that first grabbed me continued to hold me from behind. He pinched and squeezed at one nipple, while keeping a fairly firm grip on me. One of the other men fiercely attacked the other nipple, sucking and biting it until I was sure he'd drawn blood. 

I was so bombarded with sensations I couldn't seem to remind myself that I was being brutalized. That I shouldn't want this; shouldn't be enjoying this. 

As the man between my legs cried out releasing his seed into my pussy, the man at my mouth pushed harder and farther into my throat causing me to gag. It was the brutality of his motions that caused me to gag; definitely not his size. Sir was much longer than this man and I was perfectly capable of pleasing Him without gagging. 

As the one man finished his turn between my legs, the man at my mouth pulled out and came all over my face and in my hair. The man who had been holding me still decided it was his turn. I felt cum run down between my legs. I could feel him reaching between the folds of my pussy and rubbing the cum all over my ass. He didn't leave me wondering as to his intentions for very long. He forced me to my knees and began to slide his dick in my ass. Surprising me by going slow at first, easing his cock into my asshole. 

Now I cried out, "NO!" The lead man slapped me hard across the face; silencing me for the moment. 

While my ass was being torn in two by one of my attackers, another man came up to the front of me and said, "Hold up for a second, let me ease into her pussy and we'll have two of her three holes filled."

"No sense wasting time," said another. "We might as well get a three-for-one deal; we paid enough for this white whore."

Paid for? I was sold? He sold me to these men for their pleasure? I didn't have long for the words to settle in around me, I was too full of cock. I was enjoying the feeling; no I was loving it. Every minute of having all three holes filled was sending me closer and closer to orgasm. What would He do if He knew I came for these men? Would I be punished? 

He had to be watching. Sir would not miss an opportunity to see me full of cocks and completely used for Him. The more I thought about the fact that Sir could be watching from the shadows, the more turned on I became. I wanted to please Him, to honor my Owner.

The man with his dick in my ass began to pump a little harder, a little faster. And whether I liked it or not my body was responding. The stronger my response, the stronger the men's thrusts became; pushing themselves deeper into my cunt, my ass, and my mouth. I was beginning to quiver from need. My legs were shaking, my cunt was clamping down on the dick in it. My jaws were aching from sucking the cock in my mouth. 

I wanted to cum, no matter how violated I may have felt. I was shaking with need; I fought the waves of desire that washed over me. Would Sir be angry if I came for them? Would He realize that it was really Him I was cumming for? 

I didn't have time to wonder, as one cock swelled in my ass, another swelled in my pussy. My pussy clamped down around him and I came with them. I cried out as I came and accidentally let the cock in my mouth slip out. He came anyway, all over my face and on my tits. 

"Fucking white whore," he said and slapped me hard. 

I guess he wanted to cum in me but didn't get his chance. By now, my body was so worn and tired I was on the verge of losing consciousness. Would these men stop if I passed out? Or would they continue to use me as a rag doll, a cunt doll of their very own?

I was so focused on all that the men were doing to me, I had forgotten about the women, but they made their presence known. "Cover her," the leader said. 

With that command, the women came forward and shoved their hands in my brutally used cunt and ass. They took the cum of all five men and smeared it all over my body, in my hair, over my back, stomach and tits. Then they took their cunt covered hands and licked them clean; forcing me to lick some of it too. I heard them laughing; heard them saying, "She must not be one of His favorites, look how poorly He allows His toys to be treated."

With all the strength I had left I said, "You stupid bitches don't understand Him." 

All of a sudden, the 5 men and 2 women backed away from me. I felt a blanket come down around my battered and used body; my useless clothes lay nearby torn and mutilated from the rape. Sir was there, He had been watching all along; just as I knew He had to be. Even though I hadn't seen Him, I had felt Him near. 

Sir loaded me into the passenger seat of His car, went around and got into the driver's seat. He pulled my head over to rest on His shoulder and just before I fell asleep I looked up into Sir's eyes. Approval, I saw approval. I had done all that was required of me this evening. Peacefully, I closed my eyes and slept, feeling safe and secure once again.