0 comments/ 29005 views/ 1 favorites Slave Silk's Diary Ch. 1 By: SILKsHEART (This is a two part story. This story is from the slave's perspective. The other part of the story is from the mistress's perspective. It is Training Slve Silk, Ch 5, by norma jeanne. It is probably best to read Training Slave Silk first and this second, however if you prefer you can read this one first.) * * * * * I woke up in a sour mood. I knew she had been with "Him" all night. I tried to convince myself that I was being silly. She was my Mistress and loved me very much. She would not abandon me for a man. Not wanting to do as I was told right away, as an act of defiance, I set about doing anything but going down into that basement. Trudging around the house, I began my daily chores of making the bed and cleaning the bathroom. I went downstairs to straighten up the living room and kitchen. I had no idea what I was doing. Every minute that passed by and Mistress Taralyn did not come home, this foreboding fear consumed me. I knew I better do as I was instructed or I would be severely punished again. Not wanting that so soon after the last, I walked over to the basement door. Standing at the basement door, I dreaded this duty most of all today. I wanted and needed my Mistress with me. Tears welling up in my eyes, I opened the basement door and went down into our chamber. Wearing nothing but my collar, my precious collar, I knelt in the center of the mat. Spreading my legs I began to masturbate. Thinking of my beautiful Mistress as I rubbed and squeezed my pussy, then I spread my outer pussy lips and rubbed my wet inner lips. I rubbed up and down from my ass to my clit. I began to squeeze and pull on my breast with my other hand. Lifting my left breast I bit, sucked and teased the hard nipple with my tongue. I inserted 2 fingers into my drenched hole. Closing my eyes I fucked myself in and out in a steady and forceful rhythm. In and out my fingers moved. Biting down on my nipple I closed my eyes. Feeling my body on the verge of orgasm I let out a moan and stopped fucking my pussy. As I let my body relax and come down from the brink of orgasm, I opened my eyes to find my Mistress Taralyn standing beneath the stairway watching me with a satisfied and proud look on her face. Running to my Mistress my eyes filled with tears, I threw my body at her. Wrapping my arms around her I stammered, "Oh Mistress, you are home! I missed you!" "I missed you too baby," she said as she caressed me with her soft hands. "Did you have a good time with…with him?" I began to inquire into her evening. Hoping she had a horrible time, but knowing from the glow and look about her that she had a wonderful time. "Yes honey, I had a very good time," she said with a large smile. "D..d..do you l..l..l..love him more than me?" I inquired again, not really wanting the answer. My chest began to tighten and my throat constricted making the question barely audible. "It is not the same silk," she told me. "There are a lot of different kinds of love. He is a man, the feeling is different. You are my slave silk, I love you very much and I always will. You are mine forever Silk, I collared you. " I was not sure I understood what she meant. I did know that she loved me and was my mistress. I also knew that she loved "man". Mistress told me she was ready for lunch. I began to fix lunch as she showered. My mind kept drifting to my Mistress with that man, seeing the things he did to her, and hearing her orgasmic screams as he made her cum, and not me making Mistress cum, as it should be. As we were eating Mistress Taralyn told me it was time to begin my next phase of training. She began by describing what would be my hardest test yet as her slave. I would learn to cum on command. This excited me but also confused me. I did not know if I would be able to do this for my Mistress, but I knew I would do anything, try anything to please her. I was told I would be masturbating often, but not allowed to cum. I would do this with Mistress Taralyn and when she was away from the house. I would be keeping a diary of everything I do and feel. I would only be allowed to cum when she commanded it. My pussy was getting very wet just thinking about it. This sounded difficult but very fun. It also scared me. I already had a taste of the punishment that resulted from my disobedience and I did not wish to repeat that. After eating our lunch Mistress took me back down to the basement. She strapped me to the table. I really hated this table. I was totally restrained and under her power. I never felt more helpless than when I was strapped to the table. Mistress began by running her beautiful and soft hands over my naked body. I loved her soft touch. Mistress started kneading and squeezing my breasts and nipples with her hands. Then biting and sucking them with her mouth. Her wonderful mouth on my very hard nipples was making my pussy ooze and ache. When she was done sucking and biting my nipples she applied clips to them. These hurt so much, but made my pussy even wetter. Moaning loudly as Mistress moved to my soaked and throbbing pussy. She began by squeezing it, and then proceeded to insert her silky fingers in between my pussy lips. As she teased my clit my body began to shake and my breathing increased. My pussy was so wet and throbbing. I needed the release that only orgasm could bring, but knew better than to cum until Mistress ordered it. Then Mistress inserted two fingers into my sopping wet hole. My whole body went into spasms as she fucked my pussy with her fingers. I wanted her to stroke my clit, but she would not. Whimpering, "please, please" in between my moans only seemed to push her further. Mistress then moved her wet fingers into my ass hole. As she slowly but forcefully fucked my ass with her fingers; my whole body felt like it was on fire and about to explode. I began to beg, "Please Mistress I need to cum now!" "No Silk, you may not cum," she replied. I lay at her mercy whining, moaning, and trying my hardest not to cum. This was the worst torture of all. I would rather be flogged until bruised than this, I thought. Mistress fucked my ass with her fingers relentlessly until I could take no more. I was on the verge of cumming when she stopped. My mind was hazy as I felt something cold on my nipples. She was rubbing them with a frozen popsicle. Moaning in pain she bit down on the frozen wet nipples. My screams echoed in the basement. To my dismay, Mistress moved her hand back between my legs and started to rub my clit in circles. Immediately I was ready to cum again. Fighting it with every bit of strength I had as my body tensed and bucked at her touch. "Do not cum Silk." Mistress reiterated. My body was on fire and I was on the verge of an intense orgasm when Mistress stopped, took the clamps from my nipples, and removed the straps. Mistress moved to the mat and commanded me to pleasure her. It is now my turn to torture you, I thought to myself as I looked over my beautifully nude Mistress as she lay in the center of the mat. I began to savagely devour her nipples with my mouth. Relentlessly biting and sucking them roughly. Mistress grabbed my head and pushed me down to her pussy. With the same fervor I had used on her nipples, I began to maul her pussy with my mouth. Biting, sucking, licking and biting some more, as Mistress moaned and screamed at me. "Fuck Me You Bitch!" She yelled, "Fuck Me Hard!" With this command I began to fuck my Mistress hard with my tongue. Moving in and out of her wet pussy, my fingers worked her clit. Mashing it with my fingers, as my tongue battered her pussy, Mistress screamed as her first orgasm exploded in my mouth. This did not slow me and I kept fucking her pussy with my tongue. Licking and sucking up her juices as they flowed from her pussy. My tongue moving in and out of her, lapping and stroking her from the inside out, as another orgasm rocked her body. I removed my tongue from her pussy and grabbed the vibrating dildo. Ruthlessly I shoved it into her tight pussy. I fucked her hard and fast with the huge dildo. I then inserted two fingers into my Mistress' ass and began to fuck both holes in a hard and steady rhythm. I watched as orgasm after orgasm washed over Mistress. When I knew she was thoroughly exhausted and beyond satisfied I stopped the fucking. Seeing the sated looked on her face I asked, "My turn now Mistress?" "No Silk, you may not cum." She said to my dismay. She then told me to masturbate in the center of the mat as she watched me. I rubbed my clit and fucked my pussy until I was on the verge of explosion. She had me stop once for a few minutes and then start again after a brief respite. "Please Mistress, please let me cum?" I begged. "No Silk. Keep fucking yourself." She commanded. I do not know how much more I could take. I fucked my pussy with my fingers, mashing and rubbing my clit as I did so. My whole body was shaking. I could not take anymore. Mistress saw this and had me stop. She directed me to go up stairs and start my diary. Stomping up the stairs, my entire body aching to cum, I slammed my bedroom door and threw myself on my bed as the tears started to flow. After a few minutes of crying and screaming into my pillow, I got up and went into the study to the computer and started typing my diary. * * * * * DIARY ENTRY 1: I now realize why Mistress told me this phase of my training would be the most difficult. My whole body was still on fire. I could not believe Mistress would not let me cum. This was pure torture to the worst degree. I needed to cum so badly. I just know that Mistress must not love me to put me through this, but then I know that was not true either. My mind is going from one extreme to the other. Tears are still streaming down my face. I only want to please my Mistress. Why are you doing this to me? Why? Am I such a bad slave that this is my punishment? Or am I such a good slave that this is my reward? I need to calm down and get a grip here. I know my Mistress loves me and all of this will be worth it in the end as long as I do as I am told and please my loving Mistress. * * * * * After typing my first diary entry I went back to the room and bed and picked up "The Talisman" and spent the rest of the afternoon reading. That evening Mistress and I went out to eat. After a good meal and a humiliating experience, we returned home. I silently sobbed all the way home. Once home I tramped up the stairs to the study and started another diary entry detailing my feelings of the events of that evening. * * * * * DIARY ENTRY 2: I am so hurt and angry. Mistress took me for a nice evening out at the Tavern. She had instructed me to wear my black leather mini skirt and no panties. I knew then that Mistress has something humiliating in store for me. She knew I did not like to attract attention. Mistress also was not wearing any panties and at first this set me at ease. We sat together at a booth and a group of men sat in front of us at the bar. Mistress had me spread my legs so that the group had a perfect view of my bare pussy. She did the same. Mistress loved the attention, but I hated it. Mistress then began to rub and fuck my pussy with one hand and her own pussy with her other hand. I was so embarrassed but her fingers on and in my pussy felt so good. To my consternation Mistress came but would not let me cum. On top of that she had me clean the cum from her fingers right there at the table! I had to fight the tears that were welling up inside me. We left the tavern and I quietly cried all the way home. How could you put me through something like that Mistress? How could you humiliate me and then not let me cum? The tears are streaming down my cheeks as I question everything we are doing and question my ability to endure this and please my Mistress. * * * * * I shut off the computer and turned out the light. I went to bed and curled up under the comforter, waiting for Mistress to join me in bed. As I drifted off, I felt Mistress move into bed beside me. I turned to her and she immediately wrapped me in her arms. I knew then that everything would be worth the pain this training is going to bring. Quietly breathing against Mistress Taralyn's chest I went to sleep. Falling asleep in the arms of my sweet Mistress was the best part of every day. (If you have not already read Training Slave Silk, Ch 5 by norma jeanne, please go read it.) Slave Silk's Diary: Ch. 2 (This is a two part story. This story is from the slave's perspective. The other part of the story is from the mistress's perspective. It is Training Slave Silk, Ch 6, by norma jeanne. It is probably best to read Training Slave Silk first and this second, however if you prefer you can read this one first.) * * * * * I woke stretching and yawning like a big cat. I vaguely recalled waking in the middle of the night when Mistress Taralyn screamed. She had a bad dream and told me to go back to sleep. I hoped the dream was not too bad and she was able to go back to sleep. Rolling over and curling up again, I pulled Mistress' pillow to me. Hugging it tightly I let her scent waft up into my nose and flow through my body. I loved my Mistress and her scent was intoxicating to me. I had lain there a few more minutes and decided to get up and find the note that I knew Mistress had left me with my instructions for today. I went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My eyes were red from crying the night before. I was a horrible sight, I thought to myself. How could Mistress think I am beautiful and worthy of her attention, much less her enslavement. I washed my face with cold water then brushed my teeth. Once my morning ritual in the bathroom was complete, I stomped downstairs to find my instructions for the day. Visibly shaking I picked up the note from the table and began to read. Good morning slave. Here are your instructions for your first masturbation for today. As soon as you get up you are to go downstairs to the mat and kneel. Picture me in front of you giving you these instructions and watching you. You are to see me each time you masturbate. You are to masturbate for 15 min. While you are masturbating, this time and every time, you are to place a clothespin on each nipple half way down the nipple. Take the clothespins off again after you are done masturbating. This time when you masturbate you are to use only your hands. Fuck yourself with your fingers and rub your clit. Sometimes doing them separately, sometimes at the same time. You are to bring yourself to the edge of cumming at least 6 times without going over and having an orgasm. Each time you get to the edge, push yourself a little, then back off and just gently stroke yourself, then fuck yourself hard again and bring yourself back to the edge. Except when you are backing off to calm down a little, you are to fuck your self hard and when you rub your clit you are to rub it hard and fast. If in the course of the 15 min you have not brought yourself to the edge of orgasm at least 6 times, then you are to continue until you have done it 6 times. If you have brought yourself to the edge more than 6 times that is fine. Work on your clit the most. I want that clit to start getting sensitive and sore. The last time you bring yourself to the edge you are to really push it hard. Throughout the whole day today, you are to play with your nipples as often as you can. Rub them, squeeze them, pull them, pinch them hard. I want those nipples to start getting sore also. You are not to touch your pussy in any way except when I tell you. Write in your diary what you did to yourself, how it felt, how you felt emotionally while it was going on, how you feel now, both physically and emotionally. I want details. Then email it to me at work. Remember your most important instruction during all this, DO NOT CUM!! I will give you further instructions later. One more thing, if you should slip up and push yourself too far, stop immediately and call me and let me know. If possible, I will be home at noon to check on you. If not, I will email you with further instruction. Have a good day, silk. I love you. My eyes filled with tears as I turned and walked toward the basement door. How could she love me and put me through such torture? I knew that she was doing this to make me a better slave, but that did not stop the pain right now. As I reached for the door, a quiet calm came over me. I knew I must do this and endure it to please my Mistress. I loved her so very much I would have done anything to please her and make her happy. Slowly going down the basement steps, I switched on the light. The entire chamber was illuminated. In ways it reminded me of a sterile operating room, very cold and foreboding. I stood on the last step staring at the mat, recalling my instructions. I went over to the instrument cabinet and found two clothes pins. Placing one on each nipple, I whimpered in pain. I walked to the center of the mat, got down on my knees, spreading my legs and did as Mistress had instructed. Diary entry 3 Good morning my sweet Mistress. I did as instructed. After I placed the pins on my nipples, I went to work on my clit and pussy. I was on my knees in the center of the mat. I had spread my legs and began to rub my clit, slow and easy at first then faster and harder. I instantly became wet and began to fuck my pussy with the other hand. Two fingers of my left hand moved in and out of my drenched pussy. The feeling of my fingers scraping the insides of my pussy in and out was so enjoyable, along with my right hand pressing against my clit and rubbing it in circles. It took me approximately 5 minutes to of rubbing my clit and fucking my pussy to come to the edge of my first orgasm. I stopped immediately and twisted the clothes pins on my nipples to stop my body from going into a full blown orgasm. I waited for 30 seconds then continued. Rubbing my clit slow but pressing it hard. I fucked my pussy harder and faster. Each time I neared orgasm I would stop and play with the painful pins. The pins on my nipples made it hard to concentrate on my pussy. It took 20-25 minutes to push myself to the verge of cumming 6 times. I did not cum though. Gawd but I wanted to. Gawd but I needed to. The last time was the hardest. My hips moved in rhythm with my hands. My legs and ass tensed, and kept pushing and fucking. My pussy was throbbing aching. I could feel the orgasm starting and I immediately took my hands away from my body. I curled up into the fetal position in the middle of the mat and closed my eyes as my body came down. The throb in my clit and pussy pounded loudly like the beat of my heart. I laid there for what seemed forever, until the ferocious need to cum subsided. I removed the pins from my nipples and cleaned up the wet spot in the center of the mat. Tears streamed down my face as I cleaned up my mess. I hope I pleased you and did what I was told to your satisfaction. I love you sweet Mistress. Silk I took the now dirty towels up the stairs. I turned back to look at the room to make sure I did not forget anything. Mistress was very picky about the cleanliness of this room. Tears still streaming down my face, I switched off the light and left the chamber. I was sitting at the window reading in the study when I heard the familiar "You have mail". I jumped up and opened the email. It was from Mistress. She was pleased with how I had done this morning. I huge smile crossed my face, until I read the next part of the email. She was coming home for lunch, which pleased me. I loved seeing my Mistress any time of the day, but she wanted me on the table and waiting for her. This brought fear too and tears. I bit my fingernails as I closed the email and looked at the clock. At five minutes before noon, I went down the stairs to the chamber once again. I walked over to the table, looking at it with hatred. I placed the clothes pins on my nipples and climbed up on the table. I lay there naked and feeling very vulnerable. The aching started immediately deep in my groin. The clothes pins on my nipples hurt, but not enough to distract me from the mounting fright of what was soon to come. Mistress was late, but I did not dare get up from the table. I began to envision disassembling the horrific table with a sledge hammer. In my mind I saw myself bashing it into a million pieces until nothing was left but dust. This fantasy excited me and made the ache in my loins worse. I could feel the wetness trickling down between my ass crack and spreading on the table underneath me. "Hello sweet slave, very good, I am pleased with you," A familiar voice brought me out of my dream state. "You are right where I told you to be." "Yes Mistress, I have been waiting for you." I exclaimed. Mistress immediately strapped me down and began to work over my pussy. She rubbed my sensitive clit madly, pressing it and rubbing it roughly. This felt good at first but soon began to hurt. Watching Mistress as she worked, I could see the gleam of satisfaction in her eye as my moans of pain escaped my lips. Just then Mistress thrust two fingers deep inside my pussy. I was so wet they went in with ease. She fucked me with long hard thrusts in and out of my throbbing pussy as her other hand battered my clit with the same intensity. Very quickly I was on the verge of cumming when Mistress stopped her assault and removed her hands from my pussy. She then moved up to the clothes pins and began to torment me by twisting them. My scream echoed through the chamber and Mistress looked very pleased. Mistress moved back down between my legs. As soon as her fingers entered my aching cunt I was on the verge of cumming. Mistress leaned over and took a long, excruciating lick up my wet pussy sending a shiver from my head to the very end of my toes. "Please Mistress, I need to cum." I said in a very whiney beg. Mistress then entered my sopping wet hole with her tongue. She licked the inside of my wet pussy then drew back out, and buried her fingers back inside of me. She fucked me in and out, hard and fast. "Oh Gawd, Please!!" I screamed. At that moment Mistress bit down hard on my engorged clit. I began to shriek as she scraped and bit my clit until she reached the very end and then to my displeasure she bit down even harder before removing her mouth from my pussy. At this point my whole body was on fire. I was screaming and crying. Mistress did not relent, but continued to batter my cunt with her fingers and my clit with her mouth. My hips involuntarily bucked up to meet her mouth and fingers, matching the pace of her thrusts. Each time I would be on the threshold of orgasm, Mistress would back off briefly and then continue. I could hear my own begging and pleading to cum, but felt this voice was from somewhere or someone else. Mistress bent down and kissed me. The look in her eye was primal and savage but also a look of approval. "I love you very much." She said. "Do you really?" I sobbed. "Yes baby, really." She said as she removed my restraints. She left me on the table and went upstairs. I did not trust my legs to hold me, so I curled up on the table and sobbed uncontrollably. I do not know how long I had lain there, but I must have fallen asleep. I uncoiled my body, which was now stiff and sore, and cleaned up the mess on and around the table. My eyes burned and my cheeks hurt from the tears I had shed. Giving the table a swift kick I yelped in pain. Closing the basement door, I saw no sign of Mistress. She must have already gone back to work. Tears ran down my cheeks as I hugged my body. I needed her to be the one hugging me, but this would have to do. I noticed the note on the table and read my instructions for the afternoon. I was to shower and while in there, repeat the masturbation exercise from that morning. "Great!!" I screamed aloud, "Another 15 minutes of hell!" My voice echoed through the house, falling on deaf ears. At 3:30 on the dot I started the water in the shower. I loved to take hot scalding showers, but it made my skin very dry. I had to douse my body in lotion after each shower because of it. I moaned in pleasure as I stepped under the cascading hot water. My entire body was sore and stiff from the events of the past two days. The hot water hurt my already battered nipples. ********************************************************************* Diary Entry 4 I started my shower by rubbing my clit hard and fast. It was already hard and sensitive and only took me minutes to reach the threshold of orgasm for the first time. I then started fucking myself with two fingers as I rubbed my clit. I fucked myself hard and fast as I imagined Mistress was there with me, watching me. Again it was very quickly that I reached the edge. I put my right leg up on the edge of the tub and put my hands between my legs. I fucked myself and pressed my clit hard. My nipples were so hard. The hot water dripped down my body and between my pussy lips. My clit was very tender and the hot water stung a little. My pussy was so wet, which had nothing to do with the shower water. Each time I would reach the edge I would pinch my nipples hard to stop me from reaching a full blown orgasm. By the sixth time, I had to just use one hand to fuck my wet pussy and crush my clit, and the other hand to steady myself against the wall. I had turned around and put my left leg up and the water was to my back side. I could see Mistress Taralyn there with me, watching me as I pushed myself further and further to the edge. Several loud moans escaped me. I wanted and needed to cum so badly but I could see the disapproving look on Mistress' face as I contemplated cumming and not telling her. Tears were now flowing down my cheeks. I then washed my hair and body. My hands and body shook with such a need. I put the shower head to my pussy. The hot water felt good at first, then it hurt and just made me ache more. As I washed my body and went between my legs the shower sponge on my pussy and clit was very nice but just reminded me that relief was a long way away. I toweled off and put on vanilla scented lotion, because I know it is Mistress Taralyn's favorite. My hands are still shaking as I type this diary entry. My clit is tender and yearning to be touched again. I think I need to lie down for a little while. I love you my sweet Mistress. Silk I finished my diary email and sent it to Mistress. My body was still trembling. I went into the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. This bed was my safe haven. The one place I could feel and smell Mistress Taralyn, and the place she nurtured me and held me every night in her loving arms. I curled up in the fetal position holding on to Mistress' pillow as a baby would suckle a tit. After a few hours laying on the bed in the fetal position, I decided to go to the study and play on the computer. That is where I was when Mistress Taralyn came home. She came upstairs and found me there. I just looked at her with an expression of indifference. I was not feeling very loved at the moment which, I am sure, was very evident by the look on my face. I was never very good at hiding my emotions. I might as well have a flashing billboard over my head displaying my emotions. I had not started anything for dinner, which I worried might anger Mistress. It did not seem to, and she ordered pizza for dinner. After eating I asked Mistress, "What are we doing tonight?" "Kat and Joey are coming over for a while, as far as I know," she said. "Who are Kat and Joey?" I inquired. "That is Mistress Kat to you, and Joey is her sub," she replied. "Joey is also her husband." "Kewl," I said. Our guests were set to arrive at 8 pm. I was about to go upstairs and dress when Mistress informed me I was to remain nude, except for my collar. She knew how shy I was and that this was utter humiliation for me, but did not deter her. Mistress Kat and Joey arrived promptly at 8. My nakedness did not seem to faze them, and set me at ease. We sat and talked for a while, and then Mistress Taralyn suggested we go down into her chamber. Joey and I exchanged knowing and fearful looks as we all ventured downstairs. Mistress Kat had Joey undress. Joey had a nice firm body, for a man. I saw the hungry look on Mistress Taralyn's face as she looked Joey's naked body up and down. That familiar pang of jealousy erupted in my stomach. Mistress Kat and Mistress Taralyn then disrobed. I lovingly looked at my beautiful Mistress as she stood there exposed. I glanced at Mistress Kat and found her very attractive also. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing as well as the throb of my pussy and clit. I watched as Mistress Kat chained Joey's arms to the ceiling. A shudder went through my body as Mistress Taralyn instructed me to kneel at the edge of the mat and watch. I found myself watching intently. I had never before seen a man slave punished. Mistress Kat began by flogging Joey with the suede flogger. His cock began to grow with each whack of the flogger. Mistress Kat then took out her own small flogger and began to flog Joey's nipples, and then moved down to his stiff cock and balls. Joey's cries of pain sent chills up my spine. His prick became redder with each smack of the flogger. Mistress Taralyn then whispered something in Mistress Kats ear. Mistress Kat nodded her approval and Mistress Taralyn turned to me. "Silk, go lick the precum from Joey's cock," she commanded. "What?" I said. My eyes were wide with shock. "Now silk!" Mistress Taralyn said more sternly. I knelt there as if in a daze until Mistress Taralyn broke my trance with a hard lash of the flogger across my back. I yelped and moved toward Joey. Again Mistress flogged me hard across the back. I was absolutely mortified that Mistress Taralyn would make me touch Joey's cock, especially with my mouth and tongue. Very reluctantly I licked the head of Joey's cock. Joey let out a satisfied groan, which just humiliated me further. I had never had sex with a man, much less held or licked a real prick before. I had known at an early age that I only wanted female companionship. Mistress Taralyn instructed me to keep licking his swollen cock. I tried not to think or feel and just did as I was told to do. "Mistress, I will cum," Joey groaned. "No, you will not!" Mistress Kat commanded. I continued to lick Joey's engorged prick. I could tell by his moans and pleas he was on the verge of explosion. Mistress Taralyn must have felt this too and told me to stop licking him. Mistress Taralyn walked up and gave Joey her fingers to lick and clean. It was my guess that Mistress Taralyn had her fingers inside Mistress Kat's pussy. This troubled me immensely. Then Mistress Kat did the same with her fingers. I watched as Joey hungrily cleaned the pussy juices off the Mistress's fingers. I watched as Mistress Kat placed Joey's cock and balls into a tight bondage with some rope. Mistress Taralyn began to squeeze and rub Joey's balls until he screamed out in pain. Turning to me, Mistress Taralyn directed, "Get on the table Silk." To my dismay both Mistress's strapped me down to the table. Mistress Kat was closely examining my wet and throbbing pussy. A red hot flush went across my face and down my neck. I closed my eyes as I could feel them filling with tears. I vaguely heard Mistress Kat tell Joey to come look at my pussy. I could feel the tears of degradation slip from my eyes and down my face. Joey then commented "Her cunt is really wet, and smells good too." Another tear ran down my face as I kept my eyes tightly shut. Just then I could feel clips being fastened to my hard nipples. A moan escaped me as the pain also brought me pleasure. I could feel Mistress Kat and Joey step back and Mistress Taralyn take her place between my legs. This was instinct as I knew the feel of my Mistress even when she was near and not touching me. She then spread my pussy lips exposing my clit. My clit was throbbing and swollen. I jumped as Mistress began to rub it. My clit was very sore and throbbing from the intense training of the past two days. I moaned as she rubbed it gently. Very quickly I was on the verge of orgasm. My breathing rapid and my body trembling, I begged Mistress, "Gawd Mistress, please oh please, I cannot stand any more." I was crying and shaking. My whole body felt as if it were on fire. Slave Silk's Diary Ch. 3 (Although the silk and training stories go together, they are not written by the same person. The silk stories are written by Norma Jeanne. The diary stories by silk herself. This is a two part story. This story is from the slave's perspective. The other part of the story is from the mistress's perspective. It is Training Slave Silk, Ch7, by norma jeanne. It is probably best to read Training Slave Silk first and this second, however if you prefer you can read this one first.) * * * * * I opened my eyes from my peaceful slumber, and turned to reach for my sweet Mistress Taralyn. To my disappointment she was not there. I turned the clock on the bedside table around to find out it was 9:45 am. I had slept so late, yet I was still very tired. I rolled back over and grabbed Mistress' pillow. My body was very stiff and ached from the hairs on my head to the tip of my toe nails. As I cuddled with Mistress Taralyn's pillow, I contemplated staying in bed all day. This would not please Mistress, and I knew it. I groaned as I threw the blankets off of me, and started to climb out of bed. I knew what awaited me downstairs, and I was in no hurry to read my morning instructions. I walked to the bathroom listlessly. The soreness between my legs was immense. I sat down to pee, and as I did, tears filled my eyes. Even the simple act of going to the bathroom was painful to my sensitive pussy. Anything that touched my pussy and clit, sent jolts of pain and pleasure straight through my entire body, and caused tears to spring up in my eyes. I brushed my teeth, scrutinizing the person in the mirror. Was this ragged, worn, and torn creature really me? My eyes were swollen and red from the crying. Even though I had slept fine, there were bags developing under my eyes. My face was pale and lacking of emotion, except for the occasional tear that ran down my cheek. I looked like a shell of a person, and not a real person. I felt like a shell of a person, also. As I gargled I noticed that my throat was also sore. That was most likely caused by the screaming, begging, and crying I had done over the past few days, or had it been weeks? It felt as if I had been tortured for months. My emotions were so raw that everything seemed to bring me to tears. Even the sappy telephone commercials on the television caused me to weep uncontrolled. I brushed my hair and put it into a pony tail. Taking one last look in the mirror, I took a few deep breaths and ventured out of the bathroom and down the stairs. There on the table were my orders for the morning. My commandments carefully planned out by my Mistress. The Mistress I wanted so much to please, but was questioning if She really loved me at all. How could anyone love a person and put them through this terrible anguish? Tears dripped down my cheeks and onto the paper as I read what was in store for me this morning. ********************** Good morning, baby. You were sleeping so soundly when I left. You were curled up like a big cat, lying there, waiting to be petted. Here are your instructions. You are to fuck yourself hard this morning, but you do not have a time frame. As soon as you read this, you are to go downstairs and get the Flex A Pleaser. (Do not forget to put two clothespins on your nipples.) Lie on your back in the middle of the mat. Fuck yourself with the toy. Take deep, long, strokes, starting slowly, and building in intensity. Drive that toy into your wet, aching pussy. Fuck yourself very hard, and very fast. Feel it stroking your inner walls. Fuck your pussy with force, until you absolutely cannot stand it any more, and then stop. Twist each clothespin to the outside, ¼ turn, and hold them for about 30 seconds, then twist them back straight again. Then, twist them ¼ turn to the inside, and hold for about 30 seconds before you straighten them. Using the toy, start rubbing your clit in circles. Start slowly, rubbing around and around. Speed up slowly and press down harder and harder, until you are pressing down very hard as you rub. Mash your clit into you, stroke it with the toy, pressing and rubbing hard. You are to bring yourself to the edge of orgasm four times, one right after the other. Feel the pressure in your clit and pussy. Push yourself very hard as you stroke and rub your sore throbbing clit. Feel it ache with the need to cum. Again twist your nipples as you did before. Then once again, fuck yourself with the toy, giving you no mercy. Ram the toy, over and over into your burning hole. Bring yourself to the edge of orgasm twice. Then continuing to fuck yourself hard and fast with the toy, while you rub your clit with your other hand. Punish your clit and pussy. Push yourself until you think you will explode, and then stop. Email your diary entry to me. I will contact you later about what to do next. I love you slave, but I want you to never forget, that you are my slave. You belong to me. Your body belongs to me. Your breasts and nipples belong to me. Your clit, pussy, and ass belong to me. I will teach your clit and pussy that they are mine. They will learn they are under my total control. It is a hard lesson to learn, but they will learn it, and I will enjoy teaching them. I turned toward the chamber door, tears flowing steadily down my cheeks as I opened the door and started my descent into hell. This is how I truly felt. This was hell and my Mistress most assuredly was the devil. How could someone do this to a person they claim to love. How? The tears blurred my vision and I stumbled down the last few steps. My heart felt as if it were being ripped from my chest very slowly and deliberately. I did not know if how much more of this I could withstand. I started to question my own loyalty to my Mistress. I moved to the mat with the flex a pleaser and the clothes pins in hand. I knelt in the center of the mat with sobs wracking my entire body. To an onlooker I am sure I would have seemed to be convulsing. That is exactly how it felt. Tears were flowing freely down my face, and onto my breasts. The sounds being elicited from me were those of a dieing or injured animal. I looked up at the ceiling and screamed, "Why? Why must I do this?" I knew the answer to this question. I must do this for my Mistress. This was my training in order to prove I am a worthy slave. I had never wanted something as much as I wanted to be a worthy and good slave to Mistress Taralyn. I also did not want to do this anymore. I did not want to torture myself, or be tortured in this manner anymore. I was being torn in two directions, very literally. My entire body was being tattered, beaten, and broken. Diary Entry 5 I lay on the mat and placed the clothes pins on my very sensitive nipples. The pain was massive as it shot from my nipples and through my breasts. The tears have not stopped since I read the note Mistress left me. The wetness on my breasts made the clothes pins hard to stay attached. I had to reattach the second pin 3 times. My mind, as well as my body, went numb. I took the toy and began by rubbing my clit, the vibrations sending immediate waves of pleasure to my core. I was very quickly on the verge of cumming. My breathing was ragged and very loud. It sounded as if I were breathing inside a diver's helmet. In between pants, were moans and whimpers. I teased my pussy hole with the toy. I was very wet. The wetness had dripped down between my pussy lips and saturated the mat underneath me. I shoved the toy quickly into my aching, throbbing, and intensely sore cunt. Screaming with every thrust, I fucked my pussy with solid and steady strokes; again it was seconds before I was ready to cum and had to stop. I twisted the clothes pins on my nipples as Mistress instructed. Shrieking from the pain, I held them until the need to cum abated. Again I fucked myself. This time harder and faster, moving the vibrating toy in and out of my pussy, squealing in pain as I quickly reached the point of orgasm. I removed the toy from my pussy and rubbed my clit in circles with it. I needed to cum so terribly. "I need to cum!! Please? Please? How can you do this to me? How can you love me and do this to me?" I screamed, as over and over again I would get to the brink of orgasm and stop myself. Again I twisted the pins on my nipples to stop myself from going over the edge. However, the clothes pins did nothing to stop me from losing my mind. Again I rammed the toy deep inside my raw and aching pussy. I could not take anymore. I had to stop. My whole body was on fire at this point. I was crying like I have never cried in my life. I removed the pins and the toy from my hot aching pussy. I cleaned the mat and the toy, and placed the weapons, as I now referred to them, back into their storage cabinet. Trudging up the stairs, I was barely aware of who I was, or where I was. I slammed the door to the chamber. I was in a zombie state as I climbed the stairs to the bedroom. The tears had stopped. This was most likely because I had run out of tears. It felt as if someone was stabbing me with thousands of small needles, and I was walking barefoot on broken glass. I fell into bed and was instantly unconscious. I was floating in the sky. It was a beautiful day to be flying. The sun felt warm and very good against my skin. The wind on my face invigorated me. I was free like a bird, flying through the sky. All of the sudden, something snatched me out of the sky, and my peaceful flight appeared to be over. I was blindfolded and gagged. I lay face down on a smooth cool surface. It felt like a marble floor, and the icy texture made my nude body ache. I could feel someone walking around me as I lay on this cold floor. My legs were forced apart and restrained. I struggled to free myself. Screaming behind the gag, "Who are you? What do you want?" No one answered me. My wrists were then cuffed and spread above my head. I was laying on the cold, hard floor spread, tethered, and unable to move. The only part of me that could move was my bare ass. If I flexed my muscles hard enough I could raise it up in the air a little. This did me no good, and only caused my sore body to sting more. Something stiff and cold was poking and probing at my sore pussy. Tears wet the blindfold. My screaming and fear began to consume me. I screamed under the gag again, "Please do not hurt me! Please! What have I done to deserve this punishment? Please?" The hard cold instrument was quickly rammed deep inside my pussy. I screamed in pain, and then realized it felt good. I was being fucked with a dildo. In and out, the unyielding cock fucked my sore but very wet pussy. My body rocked against the thrusting prick. A smaller device was then placed inside my anus. My breath caught in my throat, as did the scream of pain and pleasure. My need to cum was a searing, hot flame burning into my very soul. The fucking in and out of my cunt and ass was a steady and even speed, but felt as if I was being impaled by razor sharp knives. The voice behind me began to chant, "cum, cum, cum, cum," as it fucked me relentlessly. "No, I cannot cum. Please stop! Please stop this torture!" I screamed under my muzzle. "Please I need to cum! Please stop!" I implored my unknown assailant. My body jolted and throbbed as the fucking of my ass and pussy continued. I was crying non stop. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice call to me, "Silk honey, wake up." It was Mistress Taralyn shaking me. As I woke, I looked up at my Mistress through a dreamy fog. On the verge of orgasm, only to be deprived of it once again, I asked Mistress if she had come home to torture me more. "Actually," she said, "I came to take you to the park for a picnic." That would be a nice change, and hopefully would mean no more torture for this afternoon. As I started to untangle myself from the sheets and get up from bed, Mistress stopped me. "Don't get up quite yet, silk, I want to look at your clit and pussy." She told me. Alarm bells started going off inside my head. Please make it stop, please! God no, I cannot take anymore. Looking at Mistress with tear filled eyes I begged, "No Mistress, please. Please leave me alone." Mistress said softly, "It will be all right silk. Spread your legs for me." I did what I was told, even though every nerve in my body ached and throbbed with pain. I wanted to disobey, curl up, and go back to sleep forever. I spread my legs, but not as far as Mistress wanted them, apparently, as she spread them further and eyed my wet and sore pussy. I closed my eyes as the tears left a trail down my temples, and disappeared into my hair. I felt Mistress enter me with her fingers. I gasped at the soreness as Mistress continued her exploration. Whimpering I implored, "Please, No." Inside, my head was screaming, "No more! No more! I am being ripped apart! Please no!" Mistress drove her fingers in and out of me a few times and then, to my relief, removed them. I opened my eyes briefly to see if she was finished with my inspection, but I could see she was intently examining my clit. Again I closed my eyes as Mistress took my clit between her fingers. Electric jolts went through my pussy. I yelped and cried. I was not sure if this was from pain or pleasure. It had to be a combination of the two as my need to cum was so heightened, any stimulation to my pussy brought on the need to cum. Mistress removed her fingers and I opened my eyes. A flood of relief washed over me as Mistress said she was done for the moment. My stomach rumbled telling me I was famished. Mistress asked if I had eaten and I explained that I had been in bed all morning, except for when I was following her instructions in the basement. Mistress advised me to put on shorts and a t-shirt, as we were going to the park for a picnic lunch. I wanted to wear jeans mostly due to the fact the every nerve in my body was sensitive to any contact. I wanted to conceal every inch of my skin for protection, but Mistress commanded me to wear shorts with no panties. When I tried to object again, Mistress threatened to forego the picnic and go down to the chamber with me. I did not argue again. We picked up lunch on the way to the park. We found a secluded area in the wooded park and lay our spread out on the blanket. The sun felt very good, much like in my dream as I had flown through the air. Our hunger sated, we lay on the blanket and enjoyed the nice day. I was on the brink of sleep when I felt Mistress' hand creeping up my thigh. At that moment my body was calm and relaxed. The closer Mistress's fingers came to my pussy, the more my body began to shudder. Mistress ran her fingers up under my shorts and started to rub my sore and throbbing clit. Even though Mistress was being very gentle, it felt as if she were tormenting me with needles. Several moans escaped my lips as I lay there, eyes closed, at the mercy of my Mistress. I heard an unfamiliar groan and quickly opened my eyes. A strange man stood there watching Mistress play with my pussy. He had his cock out of his shorts and was shooting his cum into the grass. A flush of heat rushed through my body. I just closed my eyes again, as Mistress entered my hot, sore hole with two fingers. Gently she fucked my pussy. I knew this was gentle by her action and rhythm, not by the searing hot pain wracking my body with every thrust of her fingers into my cunt. It seemed like I lay there for a very long time, as Mistress played with my aching pussy. However, it had only been fifteen to twenty minutes. As we left the park I asked Mistress if we were going home. She shook her head no, but did not say where we were going. She parked the car in a parking lot directly in front of a building that had no windows or signs to signify what sort of establishment it was. There was only a door with an electronic keypad. Mistress entered a few numbers and the door opened for us. The place was very dark and it took my eyes a few minutes to adjust to my new surroundings. Once my eyes were in focus I could see that we were inside of a club. This was no ordinary club or bar. This was, very evidently, a BDSM club. There was a naked man and woman chained to either side of the door as we walked in. Mistress knew these two, but they were not familiar to me. They had signs around their necks stating they had disobeyed their Master and Mistress and were to be punished. Mistress Taralyn looked at the man and asked him what he had done. "Shari and I fucked," was his reply to Mistress Taralyn. Mistress Taralyn's astonishment was evident in her tone. I could also tell she did not like the female slave, and I had to echo this feeling. The female slave, known as Shari, seemed too aloof for a slave. There was unmistakable disdain in her eyes as Shari and Mistress Taralyn looked each other over. Mistress talked to the male slave, Ken, a few minutes, and then led me to a table. I sat at the table and Mistress ordered us two drinks. She then left me sitting there and went to the two slaves shackled at the door. Mistress Taralyn escorted them to the stage. I could not help but get excited. The wetness between my legs was now drenching the crotch of my shorts. Mistress ordered both slaves onto their hands and knees. She eyed them with an evil hungry look in her eyes. Mistress shackled the woman but left the man unrestrained. Mistress Taralyn began by smacking the man's ass several times hard with a paddle. He did not cry out, but I wanted to. I could feel the stinging of each swat of the paddle against his bare ass. His redness was my redness. His sting was my sting. Mistress stopped paddling him and chained him to the ceiling. Mistress returned to Shari. Her weapon of choice for Shari, I could see, was a butt plug and the same paddle. Mistress Taralyn viciously shoved the plug deep into Shari's ass. Mistress then began to paddle Shari, sometimes hitting her on the ass cheeks, sometimes hitting the plug embedded in Shari's ass, and sometimes clearly aiming for Shari's pussy. Shari jumped at every whack of the paddle, but more so when it was on the plug inserted inside her. Each time Shari jumped, I jumped. Feeling exactly what this slave felt, my eyes began to fill with tears. I could not watch anymore and cupped my face in my hands. I could hear movement on the stage and then more smacking and striking of flesh. Now there was crying out in pain of the male voice. Tears were accumulating in my hand. More slaps and just from the sound of the paddle I could tell they were on the nipples of Shari. Shari began to cry out in pain. My nipples started to ache and hurt for Shari. More sounds and torture, all of which was distorted in my ears. I could hear my screams along with those of the male slave and Shari. I wanted it to stop. I wanted the pain to go away. If I could have crawled under the table and curled up I would have. I knew that would not please Mistress Taralyn, and at the moment my fear of punishment was greater than my need to please my Mistress. Finally I opened my eyes to see Mistress Taralyn standing over Shari. Shari had a different look about her, the look of a broken slave. Barely audible were the begging sounds of Shari imploring Mistress Taralyn to stop. Mistress relented and led the slaves back to their places at the door. More words were spoken between the slaves and Mistress Taralyn. As Mistress took the slaves a glass of water, two fresh drinks arrived at our table, compliments of Shari's Master Smith. The torturing of the slaves had made Mistress Taralyn hungry, so she ordered us both the special of the night. I was not very hungry, and in fact felt a bit ill after watching the show that Mistress had put on. We ate in silence, and once we finished Mistress instructed me to remove my clothes. Tears blurring my vision, I pleaded, "But Mistress, the only other nude slaves here are those two that are being punished." Slave Silk's Diary Ch. 3 Mistress Taralyn looked at me with daggers in her eyes and ice in her voice, she said, "I am not interested in what others are, or are not wearing. I want those clothes off now." I obeyed and removed my clothes. I felt the familiar pain of discomfiture wash over me. I was not ashamed of my body. I knew I had a nice figure. I did not like to draw unnecessary attention to myself. This went back to a childhood of public humiliation by a mother who liked to chide me in front of crowds of people. As a child, if I did anything to displease my mother, she made it clear and evident to everyone within earshot how bad a daughter I was. No matter how hard I tried to please her by excelling in everything I did from sports to grades, she would always point out my faults and blunders. I started to sit back in the chair when Mistress Taralyn directed me to kneel beside her. Rebelliously I knelt, but not in the fashion I had been taught as a slave. My legs were locked together. Knowing this would not please Mistress, I did it anyway. Mistress asked, "Is that how you were taught to kneel, silk?" Her voice gave away her displeasure in me. I relented a little and spread my legs. Apparently this was not to her liking either. Mistress got up from the table and walked away. My anger was overruling my normal acts of obedience. Mistress returned with a paddle and commanded me to lie over her lap. The fear took hold of me and I begged, "Please Mistress, not here. I'm sorry." I then spread my legs further, and place my hand palms up on my thighs. My submission was too late as Mistress added 5 more smacks to my mounting punishment. Tears dripped from my eyes down to the floor as my body lay over Mistress Taralyn's lap and she started my retribution. Each smack was like the bite of one thousand snakes. Once Mistress was done, my body trembling, I returned to my proper kneeling position beside my Mistress. A few tears still trickled down my cheeks as Mistress ran her hand up the inside of my thigh. The wetness leaking from my pussy as fast as the tears escaped my eyes. A shudder passed through my entire body as Mistress rubbed my throbbing pussy. To my relief, eight o'clock came and the floor show began. The show for tonight was the penalty of the male slave who had been shackled to the door. His Mistress was going to make an example of him to all slaves present who thought they could disobey their Master or Mistress and get away with it. Mistress Anne chained her slave's arms to the ceiling. She began by flogging him relentlessly. Mistress Anne used a heavy flogger that was obviously used for only the stiffest of punishments. The blood flowed cold in my veins as I watched Mistress Anne uncompromisingly torture her slave. This was beyond any chastisement I could ever imagine. Mistress Taralyn must have sensed my uneasiness. She stroked my face and reassured me that the slave would be ok. This did little to ease the pain building inside me. My empathy for this slave was overwhelming and taking hold of me like a vice around my body. To my own astonishment, the wetness between my legs continued to grow with every scream elicited by the slave. The rest of the penalty was seen as a blur through tears. I could not stop them, and did not want to. My heart went out to this slave as his Mistress continued her onslaught of torture. Just as I thought the show could not get worse, the slave's screams of pure terror started. Mistress Anne had first fucked his ass with a small dildo, and then had inserted a butt plug coated with what appeared to be Ben-Gay deep inside his rectum. I could feel Mistress Taralyn watching me. As much as this slave's torture hurt me, I could not stop watching. Tears dripped down my cheeks, disappearing down my naked breasts and across my taught stomach. Mistress Taralyn pinched my nipple hard, bringing me back to reality. I moaned and shivered at the pain and her sensuous touch. The show was finally over and Mistress instructed me to get dressed. We walked to the car in silence. I stared out the window, my heart aching, as well as every fiber of my being. Tears freely escaped my eyes, as I had no will power left to stop them. Mistress eyed me and questioned if I were ok. I told her I was, and I was not. I was filled with such strong emotions, I did not know whether to scream, cry, or laugh. Mistress asked me if the punishment disturbed me. I explained that the flogging is something I hate. I do not like to be whipped or spanked. However, the other parts of the torture had very much turned me on. My pussy was the wettest it had been all day. The ache and need to cum was only heightened by the slaves screams as Mistress Anne fucked his ass and forced the plug deep inside him. I explained this as best I could to Mistress Taralyn. Mistress seemed to understand and admitted that part of the torture had also turned her on. Again I fell silent as we drove on toward home. Mistress broke the silence, "What else silk? Tell me what else is wrong." She asked. I tried to explain. I could not stop crying. The last few days had been sheer hell for me. My need to cum shadowed by the intense pain and ache of my whole body. One moment I would think Mistress loved me, and the next minute I would think she hated me. I would get angry and then cry because of my anger at my Mistress. I felt broken, completely and totally ripped to shreds, and the only person that could put me back together was Mistress Taralyn. Finally I said the words that had come to mind so many times over the course of this phase of my training. "Don't you love me anymore?" I asked my Mistress. "Of course, I love you silk. I tell you every day, several times a day in fact." Mistress replied. "Then why are you doing this to me?" I asked with tears streaming down my cheeks again. "I told you this was going to be very hard on you, but it will be worth it in the end." Mistress explained. She then pulled me across to her. I rested against my Mistress as she drove the rest of the way home, petting me lovingly. As we walked into the door I asked, "Are we going to bed now Mistress?" "No. Come upstairs and remove your clothes." Upstairs Mistress and I undressed. I looked over her beautiful body with love and adoration, mixed with lust. Mistress was very stunning fully clothed, but naked she was even more striking. Mistress pulled me to her, our mouths connecting. Our tongues probed each others mouth. Dancing and playing, tasting each other. Drinking my Mistress in, her hands moved to my ass and pulled me closer against her. Instinctively my hands moved up to caress her breasts. They were the perfect size for my small hands. I rolled the nipples between my thumbs and index finger. The nipples hardened under my touch, and I felt the electricity flowing through Mistress. She moaned into my mouth. Mistress pulled me onto the bed with her. Our mouths still attached, and our tongues still probing and dancing. Mistress rolled me onto my back and began kissing down my neck. I loved to have my neck and ears suckled. My pussy was throbbing fiercely as I reached for Mistress' breasts again. I squeezed them roughly, kneading them in the palms of my hand. Mistress moved her kisses down to my breasts. My breathing was becoming labored as her silky mouth closed over my nipple. Her hand ventured down between my legs and into the wet crease of my pussy lips. My eyes were closed and a flash of bright light shot through my eyes underneath my eye lids. I arched my back and hips to meet my mistress, eliciting a moan and plea. Mistress removed her hands and lips from my body and rolled over onto her back. I knew this was my cue to pleasure her. I felt like a rabid tigress about to pounce on its prey. I devoured her breasts with my hands and mouth. Biting the nipple as I sucked it into my mouth, I pinched and squeezed the other breast and nipple. I left the now hard nipples and started kissing down Mistress' midsection. I placed wet, suckling kisses down her stomach, to her belly button. I inserted my tongue into her sweet button. I left a very wet kiss there, before venturing down to the wet hot folds of her pussy. I moved down between her legs. Mistress began to moan and beg. This empowered me and I knew at this moment I was in control of her. I started planting sweet kisses up the inside of her thighs. Moving up slowly to her saturated mound, Mistress implored me to fuck her hot pussy with my tongue. Obliging the sensuous pleas of my Mistress, I began to fuck her pussy with the fervor of a starved animal seeking fodder. My tongue moved inside Mistress' vagina, scraping the canal with my tongue curling up and down as I moved my face in and out of her honey pot. Mistress' juices were covering my tongue, lips and chin. The taste of Mistress was exquisite, rivaled only by the most expensive champagne or the finest caviar. Mistress Taralyn moaned loudly, thrusting her hips up to meet my diligently working tongue. Her ardent screams goaded me to fuck her more rapidly and with vehemence. As my tongue continued its onslaught of Mistress' pussy, my fingers found her engorged clit. I began to press it firmly against her pussy folds, and rub it in small quick circles. Mistress' body began to shake and tremble, bucking up to meet the thrusts of my tongue in and out of her hot pussy. As I pulled and pinched her clit, the fingers of my other hand searched for her anal opening. Finding it, I shoved one finger deep inside her rectum. I was now furiously fucking my Mistress with my fingers in her ass, my tongue in her pussy and my fingers frantically mauling her clit. I immersed another finger inside her ass. Fucking her deep and hard, I hoped it hurt as much as it gave her pleasure. Mistress began to scream as her orgasm took hold of her senses. Her body thrashed about underneath me. My tongue and fingers continued their assault, as I moved my tongue up to her clit. I bit down on the swollen nub as I pulled it out away from her pussy. I sucked it into my mouth roughly as Mistress wrapped her legs around my head, burying my face deeper into her sopping pussy. I released her clit and once again drove my tongue back into her pussy hole. My fingers found her clit and pressed it in brutal circles. My fingers pumped in and out of her asshole, in unison with my tongue moving and sucking her pussy hole. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through my Mistress. I stopped and gave Mistress a pleading look. I needed my Mistress to make love to me as I had just done to her. I needed my Mistress to relieve me of this ache that had encompassed my entire body for too long now. Mistress looked at me through exhausted bliss. She lay there for a few minutes before speaking to me. "Ok baby," She said sitting up, "time to go downstairs." Again the alarms sounded in my head. Every ounce of blood drained from my face and ran cold through my body. An inaudible "Please, no", came from within me, but I did not feel my lips move to utter this plea. This came from my very soul, an appeal to my Mistress not to force me down into the chamber for more torture. I could not take anymore. Mistress took my hand and led me down the stairs and to the basement. Tears poured down my cheeks and naked body. I trembled uncontrollably. To my alarm, Mistress chained my arms above my head to the ceiling. The then placed a spreader bar between my legs and strapped my ankles to it. Tears continued flowing down my face, but I remained quiet. I felt at this moment that there was no way Mistress Taralyn loved me. My resolve shattered along with my heart, I hung from the ceiling only a shell of the person I used to be. Mistress began to flog me with the suede flogger. I would not let myself scream. The only sound I would omit was a squeal when the straps of the flogger hit my pussy. The soreness there was so intense, I could not help but shriek, as the leather smacked against my pussy. Mistress stopped flogging me. I could feel the heated redness of my ass. Mistress then walked away. She went to the stairs and turned out the light. I was confused for a few seconds and then extremely frightened. I called out to her, "Mistress Taralynn! Mistress please, do not leave me here alone! Please!" There was no noise and no response from Mistress. The only sound was the wild beat of my heart. I cried silently until my mind and body became numb. I hung there as a carcass would hang in a meat locker. My mind and body completely void of thought and feeling. After what seemed an eternity, Mistress came back into her chamber and turned the lights on. I looked at her through zombie eyes. The tears now dry streaks down my cheeks. Mistress unchained me. I stretched my sore limbs as she led me to the table. There was no meaning to me anymore. I felt nothing, I thought nothing, and I said nothing. I lay on the table very still, as Mistress strapped me down. She had never strapped me to such an excess. The terror swept over me once again. I could not move any part of my body when Mistress was done securing me. I tried to speak, to beg for mercy from this person. I could not see her as my Mistress now. She was a stranger tormenting me to the point of madness. Nothing would come out of my mouth as I struggled against my restraints. Mistress then applied clamps to my sore nipples. There were chains attached to the clips. The pain was very intense, but nothing compared to the ache of my heart. Mistress then moved between my legs. I watched her intently, waiting for the death blow. Death would make it better. That was what was running through my mind at that very moment. Mistress started rubbing my pussy. This felt good and brought me out of my zombie trance. The negative thoughts were diminished as I moaned under the touch of my Mistress Taralyn. The tears started flowing again uncontrolled. Mistress continued her assault of my inflamed clit. My moans became screams and my tears became sobs. Panic overtook me once again, when I heard the familiar buzz of the clit stimulator. Screaming, I implored my Mistress not to use the stimulator on my tender clit. The stimulator on low setting was unlike any sexual tool. The pain of high setting could render one unconscious from the intensity of orgasm after orgasm. Luckily, Mistress had it on low setting, which proved to be too much. Earsplitting screams poured out of me as Mistress continued to rub my clit in all directions with the stimulator. I heard Mistress emit a moan of her own. I knew that sound well. It was the sound of her own orgasm flowing through her body. Mistress warned me not to cum. I repeated my plea amidst the screams of pain. My head thrashed back and forth. I must have looked like I was possessed and felt as if I were being killed very slowly. Every nerve, every pore, every fiber of my being needed the release that only orgasm would bring. "Gawd! Gawd! Please Mistress, I will die! Please let me cum. I beg you! Please!" I screamed. Mistress stopped the stimulator for a few minutes, only to begin the onslaught over again. I tried to scream but could not. My throat was hurting and dry. I was hoarse from the severe shrieking. I was on the verge of unconsciousness when Mistress removed the vibrator from my pussy. I lay there panting violently. I tried to stay alert, but could feel myself slipping into oblivion, when finally I heard the words I had waited all week to hear. "CUM SILK!!" Mistress commanded. It took nothing more than those words to send me into the wildest, most erotic orgasm I had ever felt. Violently my body thrashed against my fetters as the orgasms surged through me one after another. Everything went black, and then again I felt and heard the buzz of the stimulator against my clit. My body was wracked again by orgasms at the direction of my Mistress. Although I felt relief at being told to cum, I could take no more and started to beg Mistress to stop. If this continued, I would surely lose consciousness again. Mistress did as I asked and stopped. Slowly she undid the shackles holding me down. I had no energy to get up from the table. My body was limp and lifeless, utterly exhausted. Mistress took my face between her soft hands. She kissed my lips with the most caring and loving kiss I had ever had from her. Mistress then uttered the words I longed to hear, "I love you, silk". At that very moment I knew it was all worth the anguish that this phase of my training had caused.