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Model Slave Ch. 01

By: Oupa99



Authors Note: Normally I write the entire story with only the editing process delaying the posting of chapters. However, this story is a little slow in getting to completion. Life and real work keep interfering, so expect several weeks between chapters. As always the characters are consenting adults and figments of my imagination.

Please comment and vote. Nothing helps me improve as a writer more than getting feedback from readers.

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Penny came into the reception area and took a seat in a cushy chair far away from the door. Her long honey blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that hung to her lower back. With her hair pulled back her stunning doll like face was offered in startling simplicity. Her face was oval with sharp cheek bones and minimal makeup. Everything about her face was delicate and at the same time regal.

Her skin was flawless with its polished flesh tones containing nary a wrinkle or blemish. Her petite ears, delicate celestial nose and bow-shaped lips were perfection on her face, but it was her large golden eyes that completed her doll face. Once you saw her eyes they drew you in and you couldn't look away.

She was wearing a simple striped sweater and small pleated skirt. Both were very tight with the outfit revealing enough of her shape that anyone could see there was beautiful woman underneath. The sweater was snug, stretched tightly over her chest revealing her large, very nice bust. She had a small waist, with shapely killer legs displayed beneath the short skirt.

As she crossed her legs her skirt slid up her thigh revealing a long expanse of sleek toned thigh all the way to the cheek of her butt. The photographer was appraising her from a one way mirror on the wall and the look on his face revealed his lecherous thoughts. His wicked grin grew as she crossed her legs and more of her elegant, succulent stem was revealed. As the skirt drew higher he noticed a tight firm ass cheek attached to her stylishly exposed leg.

He marveled that a gorgeous young innocent had walked into his lair and he knew she was ripe for his manipulation and corruption. It had been a long time since he had dominated a young naive model and he also needed the money. With her stunningly beautiful innocence face, silky skin and sleek wholesome cheerleaders body he knew the camera would love her. He knew the corruption and degradation of this natural beauty would command top dollar in addition to being a lot of fun.

He rubbed his chin and his eyes popped open with an idea and he started to rub his hands together in glee. His smile grew even bigger as he got up to go greet his new victim.

"Hello, you must be Penny! I have been setting up the studio for our shoot. Come on back." He said has he strutted into the room.

He shook hands with Penny, holding her hand a little too long, feeling her softness and sensuous warmth seep into his arm. As they walked from the reception area into the studio, the photographer placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her into his lair. The studio consisted of an open area with several backdrops and a section next to that with what looked to Penny like a bunch of wood props. Then, further over to the side there was a bed with backdrops behind that as well.

Penny was usually pretty good at reading people and the minute the photographer came out of the back room she knew he was a sleaze ball. He was over 6' tall and lanky with a two day growth of beard over his rugged, angular face. His short sleeved shirt revealed stringy ropes of muscle that hinted at strength beyond his lack of bulk. He was not ugly but he seemed hard and old beyond his years. Penny thought he looked like he would have been more at home roping cattle on the range.

His lecherous grin told her she had to be on her toes if she was going to deal with him. Unfortunately, she didn't have any more money and she knew she had to take the chance of dealing with him. She couldn't afford the reputable photographers, so she had to deal with people like him.

She had seen some of his work and she knew he could produce excellent photographs. In the photographs she had seen the expressions on the models faces had been incredible. She was really hoping he could bring out in her the intense expressions she had seen in some of his work. So far all of her photographs had been fairly generic and to be honest she looked bored in her photographs. She was willing to risk dealing with him if he could help her capture a large range of emotions with her body and face.

"Well Penny, tell me what kind of photos you need today," he calmly inquired.

"I'm trying to start my portfolio and I need some different categories of photos to fill in my blank areas," she responded fidgeting from one foot to the other while wringing her hands. She was really nervous dealing with this photographer, but she needed to push through and hopefully get some great photographs.

"Okay, so you're new at this. Did you bring any of your current portfolios? What areas do you need to fill in?" He queried noting her nervous ticks.

"Well, something that's different that might catch an agent's eye. All I have now is some general and close up face shots, some natural light shots and a few overall full length photos. Sorry no, I forgot to bring my portfolio."

"Well what kind of modeling jobs are you looking for, runway, print, swimsuit, glamour or pin-up?" He queried.

"Well, at 5' tall, I've been told, that I'm too short and my breasts are too large for runway, so I thinking print and maybe swimsuit or lingerie.

"I see, did you bring any costumes for the swimsuit or lingerie, because if not then I have several," he said.

"I brought some, but I can look at yours as well."

"Okay let's try the swimsuits first. The changing room is over here and there are racks of costumes in there. If you see something you like try it on."

Penny went into the changing room and looked through the costumes, all of them were skimpy and risqué. She felt uncomfortable being almost naked in front of a stranger so she opted to try on her tight one-piece swimsuit that she had brought with her.

When she came out, the photographer gasped and said, "Honey, you will only get jobs in "Old Maids Quarterly" in that outfit. Agents want to know what you look like and how you will look in their clothes. If you want, I will take your photo in that, but a string bikini would probably be much better," said the photographer.

"Besides, swimsuit and lingerie modeling is going to show lots of skin, so you need to be comfortable showing off in front of the camera. Plus, the agents need to know how you look in a skimpy swimsuit or lingerie." He added exasperatedly.

Penny looked slightly embarrassed and agreed, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I know I need your advice on how to fill out my portfolio."

She could tell he was trying to get her out of her clothes and into something much more risqué. She could see in his eyes he had ulterior motives and his lecherous looks hinted at what those motives were. Even so she needed to do this and she needed some photographs of her nearly or even completely naked. Her hands were trembling at the thought being nearly naked in front of this man, but she knew coming here what she had to do. She needed him and she needed him to push her into some beautiful and exciting photographs.

She turned around and went back into the dressing room. Since she didn't own anything like he had suggested, she rummaged through the rack of swimsuits to see what she could find. Everything was tiny and some hardly even covered her nipples or quim. She was really glad she shaved all her hair and even shaved her pussy bald before coming here. Finally, she settled on something small but still had some modesty, and as she looked into the mirror, she thought. "I do have a nice figure and this looks really good on me."

She looked at her own expectant face in the mirror as her glistening eyes that traveled down to her breasts bulging out of the skimpy top. Her breasts always attracted attention and she thought her petite slender body only made them look bigger. She looked down at her tiny waist with her diminutive hips and her small ass flaring into her stunning legs. She had always thought her hips and butt were too small and her breasts too large, but combine they seemed to create a perfect Barbie doll figure. She threw her shoulders back with confidence and went out to face the photographer again.

As she came out from the dressing room, he got his first look at her figure. Wow, she was a walking wet dream. She had beautiful firm breasts with nipples trying to poke holes in the swimsuit, an incredibly small waist with a flat belly, nice shapely hips, tight butt cheeks, and killer legs.

"That's more like it!" Then, he pulled down a beach scene backdrop and said, "Come over here and strike some poses."

Penny walked over and stood in front of the backdrop and started twisting and turning like she saw models do on TV. She saw him pull the camera from his face and look very disappointed.

"No Penny, what are you doing, what we need are poses that accentuate various parts of your body. What are your best features and what do you think shows you the best?

"Well my breasts always seem to get a lot of attention, but so does my butt and legs. I have done a fitness shoot and they liked my tight Abs and small waist." she admitted.

"So if we want to show off your breasts or belly, we can try you lying down and bowing your back or bending over while facing me for a cleavage shot. One of the best ones is the hand bra or the arm across your breasts. Of course, for those you'd have to take off your top."

She shivered at the thought of being topless in front of him, but considered it. Well, she thought, it certainly didn't take him long to try and get her naked. Something was changing and while she was scared of being naked in front of him, she also felt excitement. "We can try that later. Let's try some of the other ideas first."

The photographer took her back to the set and started trying to take some photographs, but once again Penny seemed stiff and unnatural and the photographs of this stunning woman were crap. So he pulled the camera down stopped taking photographs and said.

"Penny, you also don't seem comfortable or relaxed in front of the camera. You have a stunning figure, but your face is showing your fear and apprehension. All the photos will look terrible until you loosen up and look like you're having fun. Do you think you can enjoy this and at least look like you're having fun?" He admonished.

Penny looked embarrassed and the photographer knew he had hit a nerve. Penny knew this was exactly what happened before and she needed him to do something, or else these photographs would be horrible as well.

He looked at her and then with a quizzical look on his face said. "I have another idea and you could actually earn some money as well. I have a photo shoot coming up for a "Real Life Detective" and another for "BDSM Quarterly" and both have pretty girls in a bikini tied up for several different poses. We could try some of that and see if that helps you relax in front of the camera."

"How much money?" she questioned, but the thought of being tied up made her stomach quiver with apprehension and excitement.

"I don't know. If they like the shots, it could be around $500, but if they don't like them then you get nothing. But, with your figure, I think you're a shoe in." he said.

"You really think?" she asked shyly. She could see he was getting excited at the prospect of tying her up and truthfully so was she.

"Absolutely! Want to give it a try?" he asked hopefully.

He saw an opening and thought he would try to sell it more. "Honey, you have the body of a centerfold and you can make a ton of money if you can loosen up in front of the camera and show a little skin. I can tell you with that beautiful innocent face yours on top of that sinfully delicious body you can go a long way if you just loosen up in front of the camera."

"Hmm, well, what do I have to do?" she asked innocently. However, inside she was quivering at the thought of being tied up and the butterflies in her stomach were telling her to go for it. She also knew her expressive face was showing her range of emotions and she wanted him start pictures.

"Come over here and follow my instructions, and let me show you something."

He took her over to the area where there were lots of props and after rummaging through a box he came up with something. It looked like a long leather glove except it was wider than the normal glove. He came up behind her, pulled both her arms behind her and began sliding her arms into the glove and then began to buckle and tighten it. 

Penny felt her shoulders pull backwards, forcing her back to arch forward thrusting her breasts high and full on her chest. When he was finished Penny had both arms buckled tightly together behind her back and she felt the strain in her arms and shoulders. With her back arched, her breasts were straining forward on her chest and her bikini top was almost bursting trying to contain her bountiful breasts.

She looked down and shivered seeing the bikini top straining to contain her breasts with her hardened nipples threatening to poke holes in the top. She shuddered and felt emboldened thinking of what her breasts must look like and her nipples hardened even more. Being all alone, erotically tied up and almost naked in front of his camera made Penny tremble excitedly. She knew what was going to happen and the thought of people seeing her photographed like this thrilled her to the core.

As he led her over to the different kind of set Penny started to feel more helpless and exposed. She also noticed that she was tingling with excitement and she was feeling suddenly very wet between her legs. He stood her in front of a set that looked like a jail cell, then backed off and took several pictures. He came back to her, turned the camera around and started showing her pictures he had just taken and then he began to elaborate what she was seeing.

"Now in these pictures you are just wearing the bikini and what you see is a generic beautiful girl in a bikini. Now look at these, with your arms strapped tightly behind you, your chest is pulled up an out making you're already gorgeous breasts look bigger, fuller and even more spectacular. Likewise, with your chest pulled up your already tiny belly is flattened and tight compared to your chest. You look really hot in these pictures and I know people would buy them."

Penny looked at the pictures and even she had to agree the change was dramatic between the two pictures. She had to agree that with her body displayed like that she looked hot and she felt exhilaration in being displayed so brazenly. Exhilaration was not her only feeling and she felt her pussy getting very wet. She didn't know if it was being displayed in such a shameless way or being forced through the bondage, but Penny liked the feeling.

After she got over looking at the dramatic change in the way her body looked, she looked at her face. The expression on her face was one of excitement. None of the fear she felt inside the showed on her face. She knew then and there this was what she needed; the expression on her face said everything she needed to know. She knew the photographs could be really good if he could capture the looks on her face. As she tried to clear mind and get back to business at hand, she said.

"Yes, I see what you're talking about and I think we could do some more pictures like this."

The photographer set his camera down and then came over, put his hands on her hips and moved her to a different location in the set. His hands caressed lightly over her belly and Penny felt like it was liquid fire trailing up her belly, except the fire was in her pussy. He reached up and started making the bikini cups smaller revealing more of her breasts. As he did, his fingers grazed her already hard nipples and she felt electricity traveling from her nipples to her already soaked pussy.

Penny took gasping breath, let her head roll back and panted as she felt his touch setting her body on fire. He moved over and started adjusting the cup over her other breast and by the time he finished Penny was trembling and both nipples were so hard they were threatening to rip the fabric asunder. He then slid his hands over her trembling belly and adjusted one of the side ties on the bikini, so the bikini bottom hung loosely and drooped on one side.

As the photographer stepped back and picked up his camera he smiled to himself, he knew by the end of the shoot she would be his and he would also I have some fantastic photographs. He looked over at Penny with her beautiful face flushed, her eyes had lusty distant stare, and her almost naked body was trembling with excitement. 

He walked around Penny taking various pictures and after he'd shot several dozen pictures he picked up a straight back chair with a low back, wide base and brought it onto the set. He set Penny in the chair then picked her up and draped her bound arms over the back of the chair. This forced her head over the back of the chair and bowed her back trusting those awesome breasts into prominence. To keep her in position he strapped the arm sleeves to the crossbar on the legs of the chair and then got some handcuffs and cuffed her ankles to the front legs of the chair.

In this position Penny's body was tightly bowed over the back chair, with her breasts being prominently displayed. Her flat belly was stretched taut as her hips strained to reach the chair and her legs were tight with the strain of holding her body in such a position.

The photographer started running his hands over her tightly stretched body and slid his hand underneath the loose bikini bottoms. Then slid a finger through her pussy lips and curled up inside her drenched pussy. He heard Penny gasping followed by a long sensuous moan and he could feel her hips and pussy trembling with need and excitement. Penny tried to put up a good front and said.

"No please stop, we're taking pictures ... please stop."

This was what she had been afraid of in the very beginning. She had been afraid that he would somehow manipulate her into a compromising position and now she was. But something was very different, she was excited to be tied up like this. She liked this and she wanted more and when he slid his finger through her pussy lips, both of them knew she wanted this. She was so wet and so excited there was no resistance to his finger at all.

He didn't respond but instead pulled his finger out of her pussy, stuck it in his mouth and as he savored the taste he made a mental reminder to get more of that. He trailed his finger up to the cups of her bikini and completely moved them to the side exposing her breasts and hard thrusting nipples. He then took each nipple into his mouth and sensuously worked nipple with his tongue and teeth. Penny's whole body quivered and her hips began a thrusting motion, but her words belayed her body's actions as she said.

"Oh God ... please stop, oh please stop, just take pictures."

Penny's body was on fire and she knew what he was doing but the feelings rampaging through her body were not to be denied. When he bound her arms in the sleeves she felt compliant and she let things happen, but when he strapped her to the chair all of her resolve crumbled. But it was easy, she could blame it on the bondage because she had no control over what was happening to her. The minute she relinquished control and let it happen the fire in her pussy flared into an inferno.

But it wasn't just the bondage, he was displaying her body in such a way to excite others with his pictures of her. She knew others would be looking at her naked body and lusting after her body. She felt energized with a lusty fervor and she wanted more. She wanted to be shown off, to be displayed to others, to have them lusting after her body all within the safety of the studio. The exhibitionism was a heady aphrodisiac and she wanted more, much more.


Model Slave Ch. 01



He walked around to her face knelt down and looked into her ravenous eyes, then began to sensuously kiss her mouth and despite her words she responded with a hungry demanding kiss. He backed off and took several photos of her face flushed with passion, her wet lips plump and begging for more. Then he zoomed back so he could have her same hungry look with those awesome breasts thrusting in the background. He walked around her taking multiple photographs, close-ups as well as complete body shots. Damn, she was a dream come true and his cock was aching to be inside her.

When he was finished with photographs he set the camera down, covered Penny's nipples with her bikini top and unbuckled her from the chair. He took the cuffs off of her ankles and then sleeves off of her arms. As Penny tried to stand her entire body trembled with unrealized desire and she had to hold onto the chair to steady her quaking legs. Penny knew what was happening, but none of her sexual experiences had ever felt like this. She only knew she wanted people to see her brazenly displayed like this and she wanted him to keep dominating her.

Penny knew she could never do these photos without the bondage. She needed to be forced to exhibit herself, but oh how she loved the feeling inside her. When he took photos of her uncovered her breasts she almost had an orgasm and each click of the shutter went straight to her throbbing clit. In just a few short minutes she knew what kind of modeling she wanted to do. She knew she wanted to be exhibited and displayed to a horny audience with their eyes caressing her silky skin. The bondage allowed her the freedom to indulge in this erotic fantasy.

The photographer led her over to a human sized X. Penny had thought this was just a prop, and then she noticed the manacles at the top and the bottom. She started to shake at the thought of being tied to that X, but at the same time she felt a quiver and the fire between her legs flamed higher. He put her back against the X and began to buckle her ankles in the manacles.

As he was buckling her in, he explained, "This is called a St. Andrews Cross or X-Frame."

He got up and began to buckle her wrists into the top manacles. Then, he turned some wheels and Penny felt herself being stretched until she was tight against the frame and her arms were pulled to their limits. Penny felt her pussy getting wet and once again the choice had been taken away from her. She was free to indulge in all the erotic feelings stampeding through her hard nipples and slick pussy.

The photographer moved around, adjusting the lights, taking several photos from different angles. He came back over to Penny and showed her a photo of herself stretched tightly against the X-Frame.

"See how that stretch causes your belly to sink in and your chest to be more prominent? The stretch makes your ribs pop against your skin and gives your body more angles for the lighting. Stretched tight like this makes an overall better photo and you look so fucking hot."

Penny looked at the photographs and she had to agree that strapped to the X-frame was hotter than hell. Her body was magnificently displayed with sharp edges and soft corners, with her mountainous breasts displayed above her sunken belly. However, Penny's face made the photograph spectacular. Her look was one of impassioned excitement and a hint all anticipation of the yet to come.

The Innocent and wholesome little girl that came into the studio was gone. In her place was a hot, sexy babe, brazenly displaying her magnificent body. Her face and eyes was a mask of sensual need, pleading to be taken and used. The woman strapped the X-frame wanted and needed this and she was dripping with erotic desire. Penny didn't recognize the woman in the photo tied to the X-frame but more than anything else she wanted to be that woman.

"Let's try some other things." He reached around her and untied the back of her top. The back ties swung down and now the plump sides of her breasts were exposed. Her nipples were still covered, but just barely. 

"Stop, what are you doing?" she fretted, but inside her belly the excitement blossomed.

"You're still covered, don't worry. I'm just making a more interesting shot."

He moved back and started taking more shots with the camera. He stopped and pulled the camera from his face, walked over to a cart and rolled it in front of Penny. On the cart was a laptop and next to it was a pole with a round ball on top with a lens in the middle. She saw him log onto a web site and suddenly she saw herself on the screen and as he made some adjustments and as he zoomed in she filled the screen.

The photographer came back over to her and moved the drooping bikini tops triangles together, so that almost all of her breasts were exposed except for her nipples. While he was taking photos, Penny's hips started to twitch in small thrusting movements. Her lips parted in an O shape with her head slowly moving side to side and her breath was coming in deep gasping heaves.

The photographer knew what he was seeing. She was being turned on and not by choice, the bondage had taken all responsibility away from her and she was free to respond any way that her body wanted to. The photographer stepped in front of her and moved one of the bikinis cups to the side revealing her rock hard and distended nipple. He slipped the nipple between his lips and started lashing her nipple with his tongue. Her reaction was immediate and predicable, "What are you doing? Stop immediately! Oohh my, please stop... Oh God ... Please."

As he switched to the other nipple, her protests faded as her moans of pleasure increased. The photographer slid his free hand down the front of her bikini bottom and slipped his finger between her pussy lips entering her very wet cunt. Penny's hips, completely on their own, tilted forward to open her pussy for deeper penetration. Her gasps and moans started escalating in volume, "Oh, what are you doing to me? It never felt like this before." 

The photographer then pulled his finger from her pussy and reached up to slip the skimpy bikini top over her head and cast it aside. She was now completely nude from the waist up. Due to the lust clouding her eyes and the twitching of her hips, it was a foregone conclusion that she would be completely nude very soon. The photographer took off the band that was wrapped around her pony tail and spread her golden mane around her shoulders. She looked very Godiva like with her golden hair spread out over her shoulders, not really hiding her breasts, but more like framing them for presentation.

He stepped back, picked up his camera, and started shooting some more pictures. Her lust filled eyes and impassioned face made the shots spectacular. He moved around to shoot from different angles, and changed the lighting to achieve different effects. Penny's body was still quivering with excitement, but she started to realize that she was strapped almost completely nude to an X-frame and the photographer was taking pictures of her like this. This exposure was the most powerful aphrodisiac that Penny had ever felt and it was not to be denied. The bondage gave her the freedom to give in to the feelings.

Penny looked down at her breasts with their distended nipples poking through her hair and thought how sexy they looked framed like this. Then she heard the shutter click reminding her she was on display and thousands of people would see these photos of her. She felt very decadent and depraved displayed like this, but the fire in her loins said she loved it too. She knew she had to protest otherwise he would think she was a slut, after all only sluts love being displayed so brazenly.

"Oh please you have to stop, I can't do this." She protested, but despite her protests she knew she wanted this and she didn't want him to stop, she must be a slut because she loved being displayed like this. Her hard panting breathes were punctuated with lusty sensuous moans.

The Photographer saw her excited reaction and after he had gotten his shots, he walked back over to Penny resuming the nipple play with his mouth. He also resumed sliding his finger back through her cunt lips and fingering her pussy. With his free hand, he undid the side ties on the string bikini and the bikini bottoms fluttered to the floor.

The photographer leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Penny I'm broadcasting you to a web site and right now there are 726 people paying to watch you. See that number on the lower right of the laptop screen; that's how many people are watching you. Think of all those eyes watching me lick your nipples and finger your cunt."

Now completely naked and strapped to an X-frame, Penny realized that someone was molesting her breasts and pussy, but she didn't care. People were watching him do it and that made her whole body tingle in a way she had never known. She realized that being bound had taken away her choice, and she was free to feel whatever passion presented itself and oh man was she feeling it. Sex with her boyfriends had never been like this, and the feelings running amok through her bound body were intoxicating.

The photographer stepped back and took some nude pictures of her on display. As Penny watched the photographer take pictures of her bound and nude body while over a thousand people now watched him do it, she discovered that she liked being displayed. No, that's not right, she loved the display, it was the most exciting, and intoxicating thing she had ever done. The fact that she was displayed so that others could see everything he did to her was making her hotter than she'd ever been. Her reluctance vanished and she began moaning, "Oh I'm burning up, come back and play with me some more."

The photographer took the camera from his eye and knew that he had hit the jackpot. This girl has the body of a centerfold and she was a closet bondage exhibitionist. He put his camera aside and went over, knelt between her legs and ran his tongue lightly through her pussy lips. He started running his tongue in and out of her pussy and then reached up to start licking her clit. The blonde arched her whole body towards the photographer, trying to get more of his quick tongue in her pussy as her cries escalated towards her eventual orgasm. It hit suddenly and Penny was completely unprepared for the bliss that consumed her.

Her entire body trembled, trying to control the feelings emanating from her pussy. Her arms and legs started spasming trying to break the bonds that held her, but they held and her stomach muscles pulled taut. Her stomach muscles rippled with her breasts shaking as the sudden orgasm took control of her body, but the look of surprised ecstasy on her face made the photos incredible.

"Ohhh, mmm... God ... Oh God ...Cumming ... Oh God." 

The photographer quickly got up and set three more cameras on tripods with remote controls. One centered on her face, while one was focused on her waist up, and the other was a full body shot. He knelt back between her legs and started licking her pussy again. She came again in an explosive orgasm.

"Ahhh yessss... again..Cumming again ... Oh God ... twice ... never before ... again ... Oh God."

She kept cumming for almost a minute, then as he felt her coming down from that orgasm, he quickened his licking to heat her back up again. The incredible body-consuming orgasms were captured for posterity using the camera remotes. The viewers on the Web had now climbed to over 6000 and everyone was paying to see her. Penny was strapped to an X-frame, completely nude with photographer forcing her from orgasm to orgasm. All the while he was capturing every single body shuddering moment and the web cam was broadcasting it to anyone that wanted to pay to watch.

The photographer quickly ran to the back room and brought a device he had purchased a while back. The seller had called it the orgasm tower, but basically it was a stand with one of those large white variable speed vibrators with the floating head attached. He quickly set it in place between Penny's legs while Penny's spasms from her orgasms were starting to diminish. He used the vibrator to tease her rock hard very distended nipples, then he set the floating head of the vibrator in the stand. He pushed the vibrator against her clit and started it up on a low speed, but even that was enough to start Penny building to her next cum. He stood up and whispered softly and erotically into her ear.

"Thousands of people are going to watch you orgasm uncontrollably until I decide you have had enough. Think of all those people getting turned on watching you tied to this cross wracked in massive orgasms and unable to stop cumming."

Penny looked at him through lust glazed eyes and the thought of cumming uncontrollably while guys masturbated while watching her excited Penny more than anything in her life ever had. Her whole body tingled and it was like a thousand eyes, a thousand tongues, a thousand fingers were touching her. The photographer watched as Penny's eyes rolled back in her head as the thought of everyone watching her sent her into a massive orgasm. Her belly was spasming while breasts shuddered, her nipples hardened even more and she gave a shuttering sensuous moan as her body shook in orgasm.

The photographer turned up the vibrator to almost its highest setting and Penny's body tried to jump off the X-frame as her highest orgasm yet tore through her body. Her mouth opened in a scream but her lungs were locked in an unbelievable paroxysm and no air could escape. The chords on her neck bulged as her silent scream of bliss was locked in every muscle in her body. Her entire body constricted around her pussy as it became the center of her universe and her belly was knotted with the strain. The tendons on her arms and legs popped against her skin as she tried to curl into a fetal position. However, her bondage would not allow it and the vibrator kept driving her orgasm relentlessly higher and higher. 

Then her body exploded the other direction and she tried to bow her body off the cross. Her lungs need for air finally allowed a gasping shuttering breath, followed by a rasping scream of completion.

"AAHH ... AAHHHHH ... GGOOOD ... AAAHHH ... GGOOODD ... OHHH GOD ... AAHHHHHH."

Penny's body was wracked with massive orgasmic convulsions that were the culmination of being helplessly tied to the cross and having thousands of people watching her cum. She had no say as to what was happening to her body with the vibrator pushing her relentlessly from orgasm to massive orgasm. Her body was not her own as she knew the now over 17,000, people were watching her orgasms. She felt their eyes, tongues, fingers with their need demanding more and more from her and her body responded with stronger tremors and convulsions. 

The photographer had just about had enough. His cock was threatening to bust through his jeans and he needed to have some of this incredibly passionate woman. So while Penny was still consumed in the spasms of her pleasures, he relocated the cameras and the laptop around the bed. Then, he went to Penny, removed the vibrator, unbound her ankles, stood up, and unbound her wrists. As her limp, overtaxed and boneless body started to slide to the floor, the photographer picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the luxurious bed.

He used the manacles attached to the headboard and foot boards of the bed to bind her with her hands above her head cuffed to the headboard and her ankles to the footboard. The photographer quickly knelt between her legs and started licking her clit to get her cumming again. Within a few short moments Penny's body was writhing in ecstasy. She exploded into a muscle cramping backbend with only her head and feet on the bed with her whole body going rigid and all her muscles were taut.

"Oh GOD, AHHHH... NOT AGAIN ... OH GOD ... MORE ... AGAIN ... OH GOD ... MORE"

The photographer went crazy capturing these moments, the web viewers were over 18,000, and at the height of her orgasm he stood up and started sliding his 9" cock into her dripping slot. She was soaking wet and he had no problems with lubrication, but the continuously cumming pussy kept him from slamming deep into her. If it was even possible, her back arched even higher as he started pushing his cock in deeper.

"Ahhh, it hurts...Oh God so deep ... Oh God so full ... Oh GOD MORE ... MORE"

Between her tremors, he shoved his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. As he hit her cervix, she erupted in pleasure again. Her fabulous tits were wobbling in time to his thrusts and her nipples were standing at attention. The photographer reached up and grabbed her tits, using them as handles as he thrust into her pussy. 

She felt his cock feeding her ravenous pussy and felt the audience watching him take her. She felt like she was losing her mind with pleasure consuming every cell in her body. His cock continued to plow deeply inside her reaching places that had never felt a cock before and she screamed her passionate craving. "So biig, so deep, oh IT HURTS SO GOOD... AAHH ... AGAIN ... OH GOD ... MORE."

He pulled his tip all the way back to her lips and then slammed forward all the way inside her, slamming into her cervix. He grabbed her hips and started humping harder into her. On all the cameras and cams, her orgasms were quite a show and she kept on getting hotter. However the cameras were not the only thing enthralled by the Penny's out-of-control passion. The photographer couldn't recall the last time he had fucked a woman this hot, passionate or explosive.

He seemed to be able to make Penny cum at will and with each thrust he endeavored to do just that. He reached down caressing her clit as he drove hard and fast inside her and once again she shattered magnificently. She made him feel like a God or at least a magician that could make her orgasm explosively at will. He felt powerful as he continued to impassionately drive Penny through deeper and even more volatile orgasms.

With every thrust inside her Penny shattered explosively, with her body contorting within the limits of her bondage. Penny felt her sanity leave her as the fireworks show behind her eyes continued to explode unabated. Not only and Penny never imagined anything like this, she never even had fantasies about something like this. Her mind, body and heart were consumed in the fiery bliss that only seemed to get more intense with every new orgasm.

In the back of her mind Penny kept hearing the shudders of cameras clicking and she knew thousands of people were watching her writhe in ecstasy. She imagined the audience watching her and their hot lustful eyes took her tingling passion to an unworldly level. At this point Penny's body and its insatiable needs had taken control and she lost all rational thought. The bliss that controlled her body was all that mattered to her now and she never wanted it to end.

"Oh god YES, OH YES MORE!"

The photographer kept shooting pictures with the remote until he heard two of the cameras shut down because the memory cards were full. At last, he rammed into her and began to cum, bathing her cervix with his ropes of his cream.

Penny's body was still in full convulsive seizures and her orgasms did not seem to diminish at all. Even as he pulled out of her ravaged body, she was still in full orgasmic bliss and couldn't stop her thrashing body.

With her bliss showing on her face she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He grabbed his last remaining camera and began to take close-ups of her face, her nipples, and finally her clasping pussy. He was amazed at the way her pussy lips were opening and closing as if trying to grab something to feed on. His final pictures were of his juicy cum leaking out of her and he had just made a fortune broadcasting this delicious women's debasement on the web.




Model Slave Ch. 01



As the gorgeous woman lay disheveled, ravaged and manacled on the bed, the photographer looked at her and said, "Yeah, I think I got some great shots."

He went around the studio tuning off the Webcam, the cameras and the lights, then went back over to Penny and unbuckled her still quivering body from the bed. He pulled her into his arms cradling her, caressing her innocent face and ravaged body.

Penny was still having aftershocks from the incredible fucking as she felt him unbuckling her arms and legs from the bed. She tried to look up at him as he cradled her in his arms and began to caress her face, but her eyes were still hazy and lost. The pleasure endorphins were still ruling her body as she tried to make sense of what just happened. All she knew right now was that she experienced something beyond her realm of comprehension, but she wanted it again, she wanted more.

Her body still shook with pleasure and exhaustion, but she was finally able to focus on the face of the man that had changed her life. He no longer looked like the sleazy, disreputable character she first saw. Now his old and hard look took on a decidedly more handsome and rugged persona. He had dominated her showing her things she never imagined and now she would do anything he wanted without question.

"Penny you were spectacular and you can make a lot of money like this. Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked.

Penny looked up at him and as she did tears started streaming down her face, but as she sobbed her head nodded up and down and between sobs said. "Yes, I was so wicked and decadent and I loved every second. You made me do all those things and all those people watched; oh god I was such a slut and so depraved, but I've never felt so alive."

Penny wrapped her arms around him and cried uncontrollably into his chest. The photographer held her and smiled a crooked smile knowing that today she had done things that excited her so much, she could never go back. She needed the exhibitionism, to be watched, played with and the bondage helped her achieve that.

"Penny you can make a lot of money doing what we did and today you earned that $500. Here is another $500 and I want you to go purchase a very sexy club dress. Then meet me tomorrow night at club Mikonos at 10pm, there are several people I want you to meet. Go to this store and buy your dress." He said as he handed her a business card for and upscale boutique.

He helped her stand and guided her back to the dressing room on wobbly legs where she quickly donned her street clothes. With her legs still shaky from all her orgasms, she left the studio with her mind still in a fog over everything that had happened. However, she was smiling, she felt alive, tingling all over and had her first paying modeling job.

As the photographer watched her leave he quickly ran to lock the doors and ran back to his computer area. He figured he made $120,000 on the webcast, would make at least that on the photos, but all that paled compared to what he had planned for tomorrow. He stopped and stared off and space as he thought about the incredibly passionate sex with Penny.

He had lots of women and some great sex, but no one had ever responded to him the way Penny had. She had been incredibly sensitive, wildly orgasmic and fucking her in front of the cameras had been unbelievably awesome. He rocked back in his chair and thought about photographing her in a series of photo shoots. Maybe he would just find another reason to fuck that dreamy, wildly passionate body.

He shook away his fixation and focused on the cash at the end of the rainbow. He began to load some of the better photos to a special auction website quickly and added some video sections from the webcast. He wanted the bidding for this succulent piece of young womanhood to start now and by the time delivery was made he hoped to be a millionaire.

He shook his head again remembering the wild passionate sex they just shared. Then he said out loud, "Whoever gets her is going to be one lucky SOB."

To Be Continued



Model Slave Ch. 02



I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments about chapter 1. This was going to be a fairly straight forward story, but I loved some of the suggested directions for the story and changed course. As a result this chapter had to be rewritten and took a little longer than I thought. Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy the results.

As always, the characters in this story are purely fictionalized and products of my wild imagination. The sex is between consenting adults over the age of 21. Thank you for reading, voting and as always comments are not just welcome, but encouraged.




Penny walked home on unsteady legs and her mind was still lost in a fog of debauchery. Her body was still tingling and occasionally she would have to stop to steady herself as a full body passionate shudder seized her. She had left all her underwear behind and her unfettered bouncy breasts were diabolically rubbing her hard thrusting nipples against her sweater. The result was her nipples were being constantly roused and agonizingly caressed. As she walked her still swollen and slick sex lips would squish together with her clit still sore but aching in need. 

She had hoped that the walk would allow her time to cool off and get things in perspective. However, her sweater's soft caressing of her breasts, specifically her nipples was sending erotic jolts to her already aching clit. Her walking created an incessant friction between her slick and swollen pussy lips, only heating her clit even more. She had never felt her sex lips this swollen before and they still seemed to be pleading for more.

Long after the orgasmic tremors faded, Penny's accelerating passion forced her to stop, catch her breath and steady her shaking legs. Her breath was coming in heaving gasps, which only made turgid nipples rub more eagerly against her sweater. On top of everything else, everyone on the street was looking at her inflamed and shivering body and she knew what they were seeing.

She knew her face had the rapturous look of someone, that only an hour before, discovered the overpowering bliss of unrelenting orgasms. She knew they could tell she had been mercilessly fucked and she was still naked under her clothes. This only enflamed the blistering erotic fire rampaging through her and she quivered as she watched the people staring hungrily at her. The sudden image of people watching her have an orgasm on the sidewalk almost sent her into the passionate abyss she was trying to avoid.

She had been a respectful proper girl. Back in Nebraska, she had been the head cheerleader and the homecoming queen for two years. She had been the valedictorian and everyone knew with her brains and beauty the world was her oyster. She had come to the city to make it as a model and expected it to be as easy as the rest of her life had been. However, she wasn't prepared with a great portfolio and the constant rejection had left her resolve shaken. That had led her to the photographer's studio.

There a world she never imagined opened up. She had only had two sexual partners and neither had been even adequate lovers. As a result her only orgasms had been by her own hand and they were nothing like what she had just experienced. She found freedom when the photographer bound her and her mind soared with expectations. The camera and an audience had been an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac. The combination of bondage and exhibitionism had kept her on the edge of bliss and the slightest touch from the photographer had sent her spiraling into orgasmic nirvana. Her whole world had been turned upside down in last couple of hours.

On her walk back to the apartment she tried to think logically, but the incredible ecstasy of the last couple of hours defied logic. She knew no matter what, she had been changed. She could never go back to straight sex and she wanted to feel those lusting eyes caressing her body. She wanted to be bound tightly as her body was forced to accept the blissful agony of multiple orgasms. She wanted more, more of what she had discovered last couple of hours and the change would be forever.

Penny finally made it to her apartment and as soon as the door was shut she stripped off her clothes and fell into bed naked. The silky sheets caressed her already inflamed skin and soon she found her body squirming trying to get more stimulation. Her nipples throbbed, her belly heaved and thighs steamed as the sheets stroked her still sensitive body. Suddenly Penny was back at the studio with ecstasy rushing through her core.

Soon her hands were joining the sheets in caressing her body and as she tweaked her nipples she imagined the crowd watching her. She rammed two fingers inside her twat as she remembered the unrelenting and unstoppable orgasms while she was strapped to the X-frame. She remembered watching the numbers of people watching the webcast soar higher along with the explosive force of her orgasms.

Suddenly her body gloriously blasted into orbit again as her fingers pummeled her pussy and twisted her nipples. She remembered the numbers of greedy people watching her body consuming and gravity defying cums. They all watched, hungrily feeding their own needs, while she couldn't move or stop the sensual onslaught. While she replayed it in her head she shattered into yet another body clinching cum.

She shattered again and again with her mind's eye unwilling to release the fresh images of her sensual degradation. Finally her exhausted body finally took control with Penny slumping into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

*****

Penny woke slowly the next morning, feeling drugged or hung over. Her muscles protested as she tried to stretch herself awake while the sheets caressed her still sensitive body parts. She groaned painfully stretching her sore muscles combined with her sensitive and equally sore nipples and pussy. As she lay in bed reliving yesterday's events it felt like an erotic dream, but her aching body convinced her it was real.

Penny wanted to logically think about everything that happened yesterday. With the sensory onslaught and her minds unwillingness to let go of the bliss she felt, she had been unable to think logically about her time in the photography studio. She had always been a logical thinker, so everything that happened the day before had been against her nature, or so she thought.

She had been happy and even joyful back home, but nothing and her entire life compared to the Nirvana she experienced yesterday. The pleasure had taken control of her mind and body, and she had eagerly submitted to the physical enchantment. In her own mind Penny had logically planned her whole life's path and none of it included the bondage, exhibitionism and wild orgasmic jubilation she experienced the studio.

The question she was asking herself was: can she go back to her old life's plan or should she embrace this new sensual path? While she was trying to logically chart career path, her hands began to caress her body in response to her subconscious cravings. Her hands hefted her breasts as her fingers reached to pull on her nipples. The minute she pulled on her nipples a jolt of passion rocked her body banishing all logical thinking from her mind.

As her hands continued to tease her breasts, Penny knew she had her answer. She couldn't abandon these new feelings, they were part of her now and if she was honest with herself she craved and needed this passion. She stopped thinking and let her hands roam her body luxuriating in the soft sensual caresses. She let her mind drift away as her hands softly delved into all of her secret places. Only the need to take care of her morning bodily functions took her away from this luxurious, sensual indulgence.

*****

Penny emerged from the bathroom with toilet still running in the background and her hands damp from washing. She saw all of her hastily discarded clothes lying on the floor and as she tremblingly picked them up a business card fluttered to the floor. She picked it up and it was the card from upscale clothing store that the photographer had given her. He had given her instructions to go purchase a sexy clubbing outfit and he even given her $500 to do it.

The card made memories of yesterday's photo shoot rush back to her mind and body. She stood frozen for a moment gazing at the card as a rush of erotic memories made her dizzy. She slowly walked over to her apartment's small kitchen and poured herself a bowl of special K cereal. She added some blueberries and milk to the bowl then still naked sat heavily on her stool. As she slowly ate her breakfast concoction she kept turning the card over in her other hand wondering if she should do what the photographer had asked.

She knew if she continued down this path days like yesterday could become her norm. She thought about what her parents and her friends would say about yesterday's photographs and she knew they would disapprove. However, yesterday's wild erotic and passionate day was the most thrilling and exciting thing that ever happened to her. If she was candid with herself she wanted to feel it again. She knew this was her last chance to go back to being a good girl, because if she went to that store she could never go back.

She finished her breakfast, washed her dishes and left them on the rack to dry. In her foggy haze of contemplation she walked back to the bathroom and took a long luxurious bath. She let the heat of the bath water soak her aching muscles until the water turned tepid. Then as the waters heat dissipated she lazily soaped her body paying special attention to those erotic areas that had been so abused yesterday. She ended the bath shampooing and conditioning her long luxurious hair and as she dried herself off she knew she had made her decision. 

She wrapped her long hair in the towel, piled it on her head and stood gazing into the mirror. She had always thought she was pretty, but was she sexy like the photographer said. Penny still couldn't visualize what other people saw as sexy and to her she was pretty, could even be beautiful sometimes. However, she didn't know about sexy and her tight athletic body was full of handsome responsive curves. 

Maybe that was it. Yesterday she had responded to the erotic stimulation with lust, unrivaled hunger and jubilation. Her body responded with all her athleticism as she contorted in spastic euphoria and maybe that was sexy. In any case, she knew she couldn't abandon the overwhelming erotic and sensual passion. It was part of her now and she had to go to the dress shop.

Now that her decision was made she had to figure out what to wear. After she blow dried her hair she started off with her skimpiest Victoria's Secret thong and she knew a bra would be a waste of time. She slipped on a tartan, plaid, pleated miniskirt and added a simple white blouse. She buttoned only one button below her breasts and then knotted the tails of the shirt beneath her breasts. The tightly knotted top gave her breasts some support and still left her belly bare. She slipped on some thigh high stockings and sexy but comfortable walking sandals.

She looked at herself mirror and thought she looked like a very sexy decadent school girl. Her hair was swirling around her shoulders and breasts in a beautiful golden swarm. She briefly debated tying her hair up in a ponytail, but she felt sexier as it swarmed around her shoulders and decided to leave it free. She slipped the card and $500 into her purse and headed for the store.

It was a long walk, about 26 blocks, so it gave Penny lots of time to back out or change her mind. However, the closer she got to the store the more excited she became. After being shown to hundreds of people yesterday, the thought of purchasing some more revealing and risqué clothing had her twittering with energy.

When she reached the store she stood outside for a few minutes looking at the mannequins and the minimal fashions covering them. The clothing seemed to fit into two categories, either skintight, or showing lots of skin. The thought of wearing something like the fashions in the window gave her butterflies and made her tremble with anticipation.

She took a deep calming breath, straining her tight crop top as her breasts filled the top. She looked down at her tightly stretched top with her hard inflamed nipples leaving large lumps tenting the blouse. She realized there was no doubt that she wanted this and her body was showing her true feelings. She looked at her refection in the display window, pulled her shoulders back, stood straight maxing out at her 5' height and went into the store.

She walked up to the counter and gave the business card to the cashier. The cashier took the card and pulled it down below the counter, running it under a black light so she could see where it came from. When she saw the mark on the back of the card her eyes quickly flitted to the gorgeous innocent standing in front of the counter. She knew what fate awaited the girl standing in front of her as she paged Lisa to the front counter.

None of this registered with Penny, but when Lisa came out her breath quickened and she knew she was in for another wild ride. Penny was looking at the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen and she was dressed to show off every asset. Her skirt was so short that Penny could see where the cheeks of her ass met with her killer legs. The top was a smoky transparent crop top that barely covered her nipples, leaving some of the bottom of her breasts exposed. Not that it really mattered, because the aureoles and nipples of her breasts were blatantly visible through the fabric while being enhanced and presented beautifully.

The long expanse between the bottom of her breasts and low rise of her skirt was gorgeously naked with her skin shimmering with a satiny finish. She had the perfect Barbie doll figure, with large breasts, very tiny waist, tight muscular hips and everything was in perfect proportion. Likewise, her face was flawless and showed off her brilliant blue eyes. Her hair was a short pixie bob that seem to define the shape of her face.

Penny realized that very few women can wear the outfit she had on, but Lisa looked incredible. As Lisa walked towards her, Penny thought she was seductively gliding in one moment and doing a stripper strut in the next. Her walk was elegant, sexy and decadent at the same time drawing attention to all of her various incredible body parts. Her hips rocked seductively back and forth showing off her incredible butt, legs, including her glistening and undulating muscular belly. Her breasts bobbed and wobbled on her chest in a seductive presentation drawing attention to her beckoning nipples. Her eyes glinted in a seductive amusement, like she knew that wherever she went she dominated the room.

Penny had always thought she was beautiful, but now she felt positively ugly next to Lisa. There was something else and as she watched Lisa's walk towards her she felt desire welling up inside her. Penny had never felt this way towards another woman and once again her world was being turned upside down. She shook her head to clear these thoughts, but something about this woman exuded sexual desire and no man or woman was immune. 

Lisa reached the counter, took the business card from the cashier and then turned to face Penny. Lisa stood there for a second with her eyes slowly traveling up and down Penny's body, probing and measuring as she went. Penny felt like Lisa was stripping her clothes from her and she shivered as she felt naked and exposed in the woman's presence. She pulled her shoulders back, sucking in her nonexistent belly and standing tall for this woman's inspection. She felt the sudden need to please Lisa and Penny wanted her to like her.

"So, you want to be a model and you just had some pictures taken for your portfolio. The photographer sent you here for some clubbing clothes, am I right?" Lisa said in a soft seductive tone.

Suddenly Penny felt very inadequate and tongue tied as she responded. "Um ... yes ... I mean I want some sexier clothes. ... maybe some ... well things to wear to a club."

Lisa smiled knowingly, wrapped her arm around Penny's naked waist and began to steer her towards the back of the store. Lisa's face suddenly transformed from the decadent seductress into a friend with a smile full of warmth before she said. "Turn yourself over to me and I will turn you into a goddess that no man or woman could resist."

Penny mindlessly followed Lisa to the back dressing rooms, with her words sinking in creating a flush of desire. Lisa's hand was slowly and seductively caressing her waist as she guided her and Penny felt her womanly folds began to moisten and thicken yearning for what she hoped was to come. Lisa opened the door to the room at the back of the store and maneuvered Penny into the large room. Penny had never seen a dressing room this large before.

The room was the size of her bedroom back home, but all the walls were mirrored. However, the decorations in the room are what made penny's nipples harden. A spreader bar hung from the ceiling with leather manacles attached to each end. There were also directors chairs all around the walls for people to view whoever was bound in the middle of the room.

Yesterday's passion was suddenly alive and trembling inside Penny's body. In her mind's eye she could see herself bound to the spreader bar, naked with a room full of people watching. Her steps faltered as Lisa continued to guide her into the middle of the room and Penny's breath quickened in anticipation. Lisa's hand began to caress higher on her waist heading towards her breasts, while she leaned in and began to nibble Penny's ear.

"Oh God." Penny gasp as her body came alive with passionate hunger coursing through her body. Her legs trembled and she was finding it difficult to walk with the quivering in her belly and the heat between her legs. Lisa stopped her in the middle of the room and turned her so she was facing her.

Lisa whispered in a seductive passion laden voice. "Now let's see what we have to work with." 

Penny stood compliant in the middle of the room as Lisa began to undo the shirts knot and button between her breasts. When it was open Lisa stripped the shirt from Penny leaving her topless in the middle of the room and being scrutinized by a wicked sexual devil. Lisa reached up with both hands lifting and caressing Penny's breasts, with her forefinger and thumb she toyed with her nipples.

"Oh my, these beauties are magnificent and real too. You are a beautiful woman and by the end of the day you'll be one of the hottest women you've ever seen."

Penny barely heard any of these compliments. Lisa's hands and fingers on her breasts and nipples were sending lightning bolts of fiery passion traveling through her body. Everything seemed to center in her yearning very wet pussy. Penny stood compliant as Lisa continued to toying with her breasts and nipples. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feelings Lisa was giving her. She had never had another woman touch her like this but oh God it felt so immoral, so wicked and so good.

Lisa's hands abandoned her breasts and then lifted Penny's arms into the leather manacles where she buckled her arms above her head. Lisa inspected manacles and gave a subtle nod and then her hands went to strip Penny of her skirt, shortly followed by her thong, stockings and shoes. Now Penny was standing completely naked and compliantly bound in the middle of the room. She hadn't said a thing except for some gasping shuttering breaths and a couple of moans.

Lisa began to scrutinize her with her hands touching and caressing as she went to. "Oh I love your splendid breasts combine with your tiny waist this gives us lots to work with. Your legs are magnificent, firm toned and shapely and look at this ass, small and firm like a little boys butt. However, your hips and butt have magnificent womanly curves. You don't have a big bubble butt and that is good because it would look out of place on you."




Model Slave Ch. 02



Lisa stepped back appraising the innocent naked beauty bound in front of her and she nodded her head in acceptance. Penny was the perfect submissive so far and hadn't uttered anything negative, only whimpers of pleasure. As Lisa looked at her lust laden eyes and she knew Penny was a rare innocent, inexperienced and natural submissive. Not to mention a stunningly gorgeous woman.

Lisa backed to the door, opened it and shouted, "Fitz you're up first and Candice come in here to figure out your color scheme."

Penny had no idea what was going to happen, but the butterflies in her belly turned into massive anticipatory tremors. She was bound naked in the middle of the room and Lisa was inviting in others to view her. Her nipples hardened, her pussy gushed and goose bumps erupted all over her body. She stood taller, thrust out her breasts and sucked in her already flat tummy, wanting to wow the people coming into the room.

A small diminutive man swished into the room followed by a gorgeous woman that could have been Lisa's sister. Both halted in front of Penny with their eyes devouring her naked displayed body. The woman was the first to speak as she muttered. "Oh my, she is deliciously stunning. Can we play with her?"

Both turned their heads and looked at Lisa. She nodded her head up and down, but then said. "Just a little, we have a tight schedule and make sure you leave some for me." Lisa crossed her arms cradling her bountiful breasts and watched as her two underlings advanced on the exquisitely bewitching young woman bound hanging in the middle of the room. She was anxious to see if she was as deliciously impassioned and wildly orgasmic as the photographer had described.

Lisa had seen snippets of Penny's videos in the mist of her orgasmic overload in front of the cameras yesterday and she wanted to see the real thing. She turned to a control panel near the door and flipped a switch turning on the video recorders. Next she held a toggle switch in the up position and watched the spreader bar lift towards the ceiling with Penny stretching higher until her toes barely touched the floor. Only then did Lisa stop her rise by releasing the toggle switch.

Lisa leaned against the wall watching as Candice latched onto Penny's left nipple with her mouth. Lisa felt her hunger increase as she looked at the delectable morsel being buffeted by her minions. The stretch had forced gravity to elongate her already athletic body, leaving her abs thin and muscular. Penny's breasts were lifted high on her chest with her ribs popping against her skin. Lisa thought she was beautiful before, but now she was sizzlingly erotic and she felt a yearning to ravish her.  She held her passion in check and watched Penny writhe before the hungry mouths and fingers of her underlings.

As the two people entered the room Penny felt the same excitement she had yesterday when she discovered she was being broadcast via webcam. When their ravenous eyes raked her skin, Penny's breath locked in her chest as their hunger merged with hers into a greedy torturous need. She saw their appetite showing in their eyes and being bound she couldn't stop them. The smoldering fire in her loins flared into an inferno and once again being bound released her from her upbringing. She felt gluttonous desire griping her body and she knew she wanted to be their play thing as much as they did. 

Penny swiveled her eyes to Lisa just as she gave consent for Fitz and Candice to have some fun. Before Lisa had stopped nodding she felt four hands and two mouths ravishing her heated flesh. Candice's mouth and lips were mauling her breasts while her hands roamed freely over her belly and hips. Fitz was digging through her hair as he kissed down her back and his hands were already caressing his ultimate goal, her succulent ass.

Penny had difficulty breathing as the white-hot erotic fire flowed through her. She gasp and mewled as several hands, fingers, mouths and lips seemingly bombarded her every part of her sensitive skin. She started to shake with unrequited passion and then she felt her body elongate as she was pulled off of her feet. As Lisa held the switch, Penny's body was overextended with her toes barley touching the ground. This gave the amorous duo more overwrought and erogenous skin to devour. 

Somehow hanging helplessly in the air made Penny feel more vulnerable and heightened her intoxicating ecstasy. Penny couldn't close her eyes willing herself to watch Candice and Fitz ravage her in the mirrors. However, they both had other thoughts as Candice began stroking her clit and Fitz her brown star. No one had ever touched her asshole before and she hadn't even thought of that being an erotic part of her body.

Penny felt like a marionette with both of them stroking her erotic holes and she had no control as they tugged on her erotic strings. Penny's eyes popped open as a jolt of electrical passion flashed through her body pushing her towards her orgasmic abyss. Her hair swirled in a golden cloud around her as she shook her head with the mind-altering lust taking control of her.

When Candice slid two fingers through her womanly lips and began thrusting inside her, Penny felt like she was on the crest of a tidal wave rushing towards an explosive void. Then Candice began slamming her palm into Penny's clit with her fingers caressing her G-spot on every thrust and that was all it took. Penny's body shattered magnificently as the tidal wave slammed her into an ocean of ecstasy. Her belly clinched spasmodically as she tried to curl into a fetal ball, but Candice held her legs and continued to drive her orgasm higher.

Penny jerked back and forth as wave after wave of feverish desire bombarded her tormented body. As Candice kept plunging her fingers in and out Penny's throbbing quim, her lips kept mauling her nipples. Fitz took advantage of Penny's exquisite rapture and plunged his tongue into her brown star reaming her virgin hole. As Penny felt the tongue in her backside a high voltage jolt pounced on her already contorting body with chills running up her spine. Then Fitz replaced his tongue with his finger sliding through her sphincter, into her colon and meeting Candice's fingers inside Penny.

The dual assault in both her holes exploded in her head and Penny felt like she was losing her mind. No had ever touch her asshole and it was so dirty, so depraved and it thrilled her to the core. For a brief second she looked up and saw Lisa's hungry eyes devouring her and that was all it took to send Penny into an orgasmic paroxysm. Her body bucked and twisted rocking back and forth trying to unseat the fingers in her loins that were pushing her to the edge of sanity.

Lisa watched Penny's surprised look of unexpected bliss crossing her face and with rapture showing on her face. Lisa though she was achingly gorgeous. She had lost all pretense and her face was showing the real, passionate and dazzlingly elegant woman that she had kept hidden from the world. For a moment Penny's hard orgasmic spasm obscured her enraptured face as her swirling golden mass of hair created a cloud around her. Just as suddenly her wildly jubilant face reappeared with her hair swinging behind her.

Penny's eyes were wide open in disbelief and her mouth hung open as she silently screamed her rapture. Her mind was lost in bliss that eclipsed yesterday's decadence, with her unseeing eyes lost in the sea of colorful erotic fireworks. The tendons on her arms and legs were popping against her skin as carnal shockwaves slammed her body. Her body was straining against her bonds as she alternately rejoiced in the bliss and then tried to get away from the overwhelming debauchery.

Lisa had enough and walked over to Penny pulling Candice's fingers from her pussy, while Fitz continued to ream her backside. She knelt in front of her and sucked her pussy into her mouth drinking the nectar from Penny's gushing fountain. Her tongue and mouth hungrily devoured Penny's essence like someone that had been lost in a desert. Penny was transported to a whole new level of paradise when her entire body locked in a rigid exultation of euphoria.

Penny thought she had lost her mind and body completely losing control of who she was. Euphoric tsunami after tsunami swept through her body leaving her drowning in an ocean of mindless enraptured sensations. She felt washed out to sea and she had no control of how she felt or where she went, she only knew she never wanted it to stop.

Lisa pulled back from Penny's delicious nectar long enough to shout, "Enough".

With that command Candice gave Penny's diamond hard nipples one last lick and nibble and stepped back. Likewise, Fitz pulled his finger from Penny's sphincter giving her cheeks and dark hole a last nibble and lick, rising to stand and walking in front of her.  Meanwhile Lisa sucked Penny's succulent pussy lips back into her mouth for one last taste and then began kissing her way up Penny's shaking body.

After kissing across her concave and quivering belly she arrived at her wobbling breasts and hard petulant nipples still shiny from Candice's saliva. Lisa had a difficult time nibbling on Penny's nipples, because hard gasping breaths were forcing her breasts to sway and bob invitingly. After she paid attention to Penny's seductive nipples, Lisa stood looking into Penny's blissful face partially obscured by her golden hair.

With her hands she parted Penny's hair tucking it behind her ears and now her she could stare into Penny's gloriously devastated face. Penny's eye were only now starting to clear of the lusty light show, but her mouth was wide open gasping and trying to catch her breath. Lisa took advantage of that starting by nibbling on her lips and then drove her tongue into Penny's mouth dueling with Penny's tongue.

The triple assault that had sent Penny rocketing into space quietly ended with first her nipples, then her ass and finally her pussy devoid of any stimulation. As she felt the fog of lust start to clear she felt Lisa kissing up her belly and breasts and it felt soft and sensual in contrast to the previous wild jubilation. Through her passionate fog Penny could see Lisa's face coming towards hers. When her lips touched hers Penny's breath caught in her chest.

Never had she been kissed so softly, so sensually and it took what little breath she had away. Then Lisa's tongue demanded entry into her mouth and Penny joyfully accepted it and for the first time tasted her own essence still clinging to Lisa's lips. She tasted sweet and tangy and she loved the favor as it enveloped her tongue. Then Lisa's tongue began to dominate her mouth and she forgot about the taste.

Lisa slowly disengaged from the kiss and stared into Penny's ravaged face. Lisa knew what the plans were for Penny and her heart softened, because here was a very special young lady. She was ravishingly gorgeous, wildly passionate, softly innocent and untouched in many ways. Lisa knew Penny was just discovering who she was and where she was going. All of that will soon be taken away and she felt her heart ache for what she will soon have to endure.

Lisa nodded her head and Candice toggled the switch lowering Penny into Lisa's arms. She unbuckled Penny's arms helping her gather her shaky legs underneath her. Lisa looked into passionate eyes, gently kissed Penny on the lips and said, "Now we begin".

Fitz and Candice surrounded her and held Penny's arms as they steered her out the door to begin the preparations. Fitz was the hair stylist and after wetting it, began to cut her hair, leaving it long and luxurious tapering it to the middle of her back. Mostly he cut around her face to frame and highlight her beautiful eyes, her rosy cheeks, sharp cheek bones and full pouting lips. When he was finished cutting he washed, dried and curled her hair.

Penny hadn't planned on the wild passion or the hair styling when she came to the dress shop, but she was stunned when she saw the results. Her face still had her orgasmic glow, but her hair framed and highlighted all the best features of her face. Penny knew this was easily the best her hair ever looked and she felt more beautiful than ever.

Candice was the makeup expert, but not just with her face. When Fitz finished Candice took over experimenting with oils, emulsions and body makeup. She kept blending and trying colors until was happy with the color and effects on Penny's skin. She took out a razor and made sure her under arms, legs and loins were all free of hair. Candice rubbed moisturizer over Penny's entire body starting with her legs, then over her hips, ass and belly. Finally she covered Penny's breasts, shoulders, arms and neck. Penny had no idea why Candice was doing this, but it was soft, sensual and she was tingling all over by the time she was done.

Candice rubbed oil over her arms, legs, belly and back and then began her special body make-up. She started applying her special skin solution to her legs and worked her way over her body. Penny watched with rapped attention as her skin was being transformed into this satiny, flawless expanse of sensuous purity. Only Penny's erotic goose bumps interrupted Candice's flawless creation.

When Candice was finished her entire body had been pampered, massaged, her skin softened and reinvented. As Candice stood her in front of a 3-way mirror, Penny couldn't believe this was her. Her skin was a slight shade darker, but every blemish or flaw had been erased. Her skin had a satiny polished look and she thought she looked like a living doll. The lady in the mirror was incredibly beautiful, regal, majestic and Penny was astounded that this was her. She looked in the mirror to the side and saw Candice, Fitz and Lisa all watching her and smiling broadly like proud new parents.

Penny turned oblivious to her nudity and hugged all of them, with tears glistening in her eyes. As she pulled back from the hug Lisa guided her back into the dressing room where she had a whole rack of clothes waiting. Lisa had opted for the skin revealing fashions instead of the skin tight variety and began trying many of the different styles on Penny.

The first outfit was a draping top that left most of the insides and outsides of her breasts uncovered with only her nipples just barely hidden. The top was made of tightly woven beads and reminded Penny of a Plains Indian squaw outfit. Penny shuttered as she thought of the crowd's eyes hungrily caressing her exposed skin, then a beaded loin cloth for the bottom completed the Indian look. The loin cloth only had a roughly four inch square covering the front and back with the sides completely bare. Only the small leather strip, tied on the sides, holding the loin cloth together, marred the stunning expanse of naked skin.

Penny knew she couldn't wear anything underneath without ruining the dramatic look. As she looked at herself in the mirror her insides quivered at the thought of wearing this in public. As though she could read her mind Lisa said, "You're scared to wear that ... aren't you?"

Penny looked at her, cast her eyes to the floor and nodded. Lisa came over and with her finger under her chin lifted her face so she could look in her eyes. 

"Do you really see how incredibly beautiful and sexy you are. Look into the mirror and tell me what you see." She whispered dramatically. 

Penny looked in the mirror and saw a virtually naked woman with only scraps of cloth keeping her from being completely naked. However, the woman in the mirror didn't even look like her. She was a beautiful petite living doll and the outfit did seem to look stunning on her. Penny didn't say a thing, but she couldn't believe that spectacular and erotic image in the mirror was her.

Lisa grabbed her by the arm and said, "Come with me."

Lisa walked her to the front of the store where about half a dozen customers were shopping. Penny's steps faltered and she almost tripped trying to stop the customers from seeing her. She heard several appreciative gasps, a soft wolf whistle and one customer say, "I want to look like that."

Penny lifted her eyes and looked into the faces of the customers in the store. Both men and women all seemed to be stunned or in awe of what they were seeing, but they all loved the look. As she looked back, all of them continued to stare at her, some with envious of looks and others passionately desirous of her artful display. It didn't seem to matter whether it was man or woman, everyone looked at her with wonder and marveled at the living doll outrageously dressed in front of them.

There was one exception, a distinguished gentleman in the corner. He was incredibly handsome, but he was older, distinguished with gray hair around his temples. His body was hard, chiseled and virile with his powerful body impressively contained in his tight leather vest and pants. His face was rugged and manly, with an expression of casual interest as his eyes roamed Penny's barely concealed figure. However, his eyes held a dark hunger that made Penny blush with embarrassment and desire.

Penny felt stripped naked and on display as his eyes casually seemed to discover all her hidden assets. Then suddenly he turned his gaze to Lisa giving her a knowing look and brief nod, before turning back to his smartphone and reading his emails. This sudden dismissal stunned Penny and she pulled her arm from Lisa's grasp. She wanted him to notice her, to want her, so she began to walk through the store trying to attract his attention.

Something about the man in the corner made her quiver inside and she suddenly felt a craving for him. He was the most masculine and dominate man she had ever seen. His presence seemed to pull at her like a magnet and if he had wanted her all he had to do was ask and she would be his. She had never felt such a longing before and she desperately wanted him to want her.

She glanced at the man in the corner as she began to strut and shimmy across the room. Penny had no idea what she was doing. She had never worn anything like this, been this exposed in public and she had never had to try and get a guy interested. She was way out of her comfort zone, but every second of this was thrilling her. She tried to remember how she saw models or even strippers move so she could be more seductive.

Penny watched the mirrors seeing what happened with her breasts, her butt, legs and belly when she tried different walks. She shifted her hips and watched the exposure of her entire leg with her pussy barely covered. She loved the sexy undulation of her belly with most of her breasts peeking out of the top. She felt like a sexy goddess as she frolicked around the floor. She chanced a furtive glance at the man in the corner and he was watching her every move intensely.

The hunger in his look sent chills down her spine and moisture between her legs. She turned her back on him in a sexy pirouette that gave him a complete view of her entire naked backside as she walked back to Lisa. Lisa was smiling proudly as Penny strutted towards her and Penny's face lit in a sultry, sexy smile reveling in her new found sensual identity.

Lisa and Penny clasp hands as they headed back to the dressing room. Lisa was delighted with her new sexy ingénue and Penny had never felt as beautiful or sexy as she did now. As they entered the dressing room they fell into each other's arms in a hug celebrating the new Penny.

Lisa kissed Penny affectionately and said, "How about we try some of these other outfits?"

Penny grinned and excitedly said, "Please, may I? I have never felt this sexy or beautiful before and I would love to try a little more."

They tried on four more outfits with the first being a gossamer Genie Harem outfit that Penny loved. The man in the corner never looked at his email the whole time she was modeling this outfit. His intense stare made Penny strut a little more excitedly as she felt his eyes devouring her barely hidden body.




Model Slave Ch. 02



The next outfit was a shred dress and Penny blushed the entire time. In the dressing room she wasn't sure if she could even wear this in the shop. Her breasts and nipples would poke through the dress and nothing was hidden. As she modeled the dress the man in the corner watched her hungrily as her stunning figure peeking through all the rips in the fabric. His hard gaze made her tremble inside and Penny was shaking with erotic tension after modeling this outfit.

As Penny came back to the dressing room she had a hungry and desperate look on her face. Lisa knew the exhibition and teasing was having its effect on her and Penny's womanly juices could ruin all the clothes if she didn't get some relief. Lisa untied the shoulder straps and as the dress cascaded down her body one of the splits in the dress hung on her firm thrusting nipple. Only her breasts undulation from Penny's electrifying gasp, released the dress from her inflamed nipples grasp.

Penny sagged against Lisa as the overpowering ravenous desire weakened her legs. She desperately wanted the man in the corner to possess her, ravage her and mercilessly fuck her. After yesterday she knew she wanted to be controlled, to be overwhelmed and feel the unrestrained rapture that changed her life. Lisa knew it too and began to pinch her diamond hard nipples. Penny's body shook as her innocence was once again stripped from her and replaced by a white-hot needy desire. 

Penny still wasn't used to the idea of a woman touching her so intimately, but she ached for the bliss to sweep her away. She fantasized about the man in the corner as Lisa's fingers slid into her drenched pussy. She imagined his meaty cock inside her, pounding her, forcing her to shatter into a series of explosive cums. She dreamed of his eyes taking possession of her as he filled her over and over with his cock. In her fantasy, she could feel his demanding hands, smell his musk and taste his skin as he greedily transformed her into his erotic temptress.

Lisa began to stroke her clit with her thumb as her fingers pounded inside her and that was all it took for Penny to shatter into a magnificent, writhing orgasm. Lisa pulled her fingers from Penny's quim and licked the delicious juices from her glistening digits. Penny blushed as her mind cleared of the lustful overload, but she knew that Lisa enjoyed sending her into orbit. As Penny looked up into Lisa's eyes she felt a warmth and kinship that she had never felt before with another woman. It was like Lisa knew the voyage of discovery that she was going through.

Penny softly kissed Lisa's cheek and whispered, "Thank you." Then looked nervously away and walked shakily to the table for the next outfit. 

The next outfit was a backless cowl neck top that barely covered her breasts and a short micro miniskirt. Penny liked this one, but it almost seemed mundane after the other outfits. The man in the corner seemed to like the outfit and never once looked at his email. His demanding eyes pulled at Penny and she felt captured or drawn into his possessive gaze. She knew that he was used to being obeyed and if commanded she would deliriously follow his orders. She followed his stare and quivered as she once again pirouetted giving a scintillating view of her entire naked back as she went to the dressing room.

The last outfit was a white microkini underneath a white fishnet dress. The microkini covered the aureoles of her breasts and little more leaving most of her breasts available for everyone's viewing pleasure. The bottom was a thong with a very tiny pouch that barely covered her pussy lips and she never could have worn it without the shave this morning. The fishnet contained large openings that hid nothing, but tantalized with views of the body underneath.

The dress was very short barely covering taut shiny ass and Penny pulled on the bottom of the dress to cover her a little more. Then she looked down and realized it didn't really cover anything anyway and only drew attention to the sultry display underneath. To Penny the white thigh high boots accentuated and revealed the long expanse of sensual shapely thigh and only seemed to highlight the shortness of the dress. She guessed that was the whole point of the dress ... to show off her body.  

Penny was very disappointed as she exited the dressing room in the last outfit. The man in the corner was gone. She wanted to continue her attempts to seduce him, but now he was gone and even though she was disappointed she still looked for someone new. She saw a rather average man in the store and focused her attention on him in her attempt to seduce him with her outfit. He was not even a challenge and had his tongue hanging out in the first minute. 

For Penny the outfit for tonight was a tossup between the first Plains Indian outfit and the fishnet dress. In the end she chose the fishnet dress, but with a modification Lisa suggested. Lisa removed the fishnet dress, then the microkini top and placed white pasties over her nipples, covering her again with the fishnet dress. As she moved around the dressing room Penny noticed that her unfettered breasts moved freely and more erotically. The seductive wobbling of her breasts underneath the fishnet caused the dress to ripple across her body with her silky luminous skin underneath gleaming in the light.

The majestic presentation of the new erotic Penny was now complete. As Lisa had promised in the beginning she was now a regal goddess that no man or woman could resist. Her impassioned allure and incredible beauty was now on display for everyone to see.

Penny and Lisa hugged with both grateful for their time together. Then Lisa led Penny out of the dressing room and into a back room where Candice and Fitz had some food and wine laid out in celebration. They all ate, drank, laughed and cried together until it was time for Penny to head for the club. Penny felt like she was part of something special and her time here had changed her and taught her things about life and herself. She gave each of them a hug and a kiss before she got into the limo for her ride to the club.

Penny felt exuberant as the limo pulled away. Today had been an incredibly wonderful day. She felt more beautiful than she ever had and she was wearing a gorgeous dress with a new hair cut and makeup. In addition, she felt a friendship with everyone in the dress shop. Yes, it had been a great day, with her only regret being the man in the corner. She still felt his intense demanding eyes on her and she quivered inside.

As Lisa, Candice and Fitz watched Penny leave they felt a sadness and a heavy heart. They knew what fate awaited her and if they could they would save her from that fate, but they couldn't. None of the other girls had touched them like Penny had. Her gorgeous, seductive innocence would soon be destroyed and they couldn't stop what had already been put in motion.

They watched Penny's receding limo until it turned the corner and then they all silently headed back into the dress shop with heads held low.



To Be Continued



Model Slave Ch. 03



I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments about chapter 1. This was going to be a fairly straight forward story, but I loved some of the suggested directions for the story and changed course. As a result this chapter had to be rewritten and took a little longer than I thought. Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy the results. 

As always, the characters in this story are purely fictionalized and products of my wild imagination. The sex is between consenting adults over the age of 21. Thank you for reading, voting and as always comments are not just welcome, but encouraged. 

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Penny sat in the limo twittering nervously about what the next few hours would bring. The photographer had told her that she would be meeting all kinds of influential people at this club. She hoped this would help launch her modeling career and enable her to make a decent living doing something she loved. She stared at her lap noticing her satiny glistening skin showing through the fishnet dress. 

Her time at the dress shop had been exciting, exhilarating and passionate. She felt like she had made some new friends there, but they had also taught her much about how to present herself. This dress was like nothing she had ever worn. It was well designed and easily the sexiest thing she had ever worn. The dress hid nothing, but only enhanced the incredible body displayed underneath. 

With all the body makeup any perceived flaws she might have had were covered. All her skin from the tip all of her toes to the top of her head was a scintillating expanse of erotic presentation. Her dress only enhanced the dazzling presentation by making her audience look through the dress to the virtually naked body beneath. 

As the limo continued through the city, Penny continued to look down at her body covered by the wide open fishnet. She thought she looked like a mermaid caught in a fisherman's net. Her breasts were encased in the net with only the white pasties over her aureoles preserving any modesty. They wobbled with the movements of the car, providing an arousing show as they bobbed and trembled beneath the fishnet. The rest of her body was a naked poignant display of sensual womanhood, with only the strings her tiny thong interrupting the show. 

The limo pulled into a rather deserted warehouse district and Penny thought this was a rather odd location for what she thought was an upscale club. There were large, dark and haunting multi-story buildings on all sides of her giving an ominous feel to the location. Penny felt fear and doubt creep into her belly and as the limo began to wind its way through the dark streets around the warehouses. As the lights flickered past the windows she thought about changes in her life over the last two days.  

A week ago she would've never been caught in a dress like this, going to a place she knew nothing about, to meet people she didn't know. However, being bound naked, while writhing in multiple orgasms and being broadcast thousands of people on the web, had changed her. Penny now craved all the excitement, the thrill of being exhibited naked to a crowd and the supernatural high of unrelenting orgasms. She had discovered desires she never knew she had and now her body hungered for more. She looked out the limos windows and prayed her cravings weren't leading her into danger. 

The limo came to a stop amidst several other limos in front of rather blank warehouse. There was no sign outside or glittery banner, only two rather severe looking bouncers. The driver opened the door and Penny got out a straightening and pulling down on the very short dress, trying to cover her ass. It had been different wearing this in the dress shop, but now she was out in the open, showing off everything she had. She shivered as she suddenly felt very exposed. 

Her stomach trembled with both fear and excitement. She had no idea what awaited her beyond the doors to the club, but everything in her life had led to something good. She smoothed out her dress, straightened her shoulders, thrust out her breasts and held her head high as she regally walked towards the door. 

Upon her approach the men stood to attention and then opened the door to let her pass. She nodded a thank you to both men and noticed their eyes greedily appraising her body as she passed through the door. Their hungry looks gave her excited confidence as she passed into the noisy interior. The club contained a bar on one side and a huge dance floor with a curtained stage at other end. There was an elegant dual staircase leading to a balcony that overlooked the dance floor. 

The entire club was stylishly appointed and Penny had never been anywhere so opulent. The club was decorated with a combination of stainless steel and rich grainy woods. On closer inspection many of the club's designs were in the shape of female forms, but all were of women contorted in various forms of bondage. They were so elegantly done you had to look carefully to distinguish the tightly stretched female forms and they were gorgeous as well as erotic. 

Penny felt like Alice in Wonderland, only this one had a decidedly erotic and sexual leaning. Around the dance floor there were dozens of lithe, sensual female dancers, all dressed in tiny micro-kinis and matching leg warmers. Some were on the stage while others were scattered on pedestals around the dance floor and these women were obviously part of the decorations. 

The dance floor was filled with likewise scantily clad women and muscle-bound hunky men. Some are dancing together and others alone, but all men and women were beautifully toned and gorgeous. All of the outfits were skimpy and exposed to lots of skin. 

Most of the men were topless or at most were wearing an open vest revealing their ripped, muscular torso. Likewise, their pants were skintight highlighting their bulging thighs and stuffed groins. The women's outfits varied depending on the assets of the woman and presented a beautiful array of spectacular breasts, abs, legs or ass. This was an overwhelming array of mouth watering eye candy and Penny was awe struck, feeling even more like Alice in Wonderland. 

Penny lifted her eyes and followed the elegant staircase to the crowd on the balcony. Everyone in the balcony was either dressed in tuxedos or elegantly dramatic evening gowns. These were obviously the rich and powerful patrons as opposed to the eye candy on the dance floor. As Penny stood on the edge of the dance floor taking in all the sights and sounds, a tall statuesque redhead approached her from the balcony. 

"You must be Penny, why don't you have a drink and dance a little until everyone arrives." She said in a sultry English accent. 

After her initial introduction Penny decided to do what the redhead suggested. She went for a glass of wine to bolster her courage and then she sashayed to the dance floor attracting a lot of attention. The first reason she was attracting attention was her outfit, the white diamond fishnet mini-dress hid nothing and only accentuated and displayed her entire stunning body. Even among all the gorgeous, scantily clad dancers Penny was a spectacular scintillating stand out and her porous dress only heightened her display. 

Penny remembered how her movements looked in the dress shops mirrors and she tried to mimic those moves creating a slow seductive dance. Her artful dance was being noticed by everyone, but there were four guys crowding around her vying for her attention. She ignored them, because Penny knew this is all about wowing the modeling movers and shakers on the balcony and her slow seduction was aimed at them. If she wanted a modeling contract she knew she had to stand out among the beautiful assortment of sensually displayed flesh. Every once in a while she would cast a furtive glance to the balcony to make sure the patrons were watching and all the eyes on her gave her goose bumps. 

All these eyes on her created a needful ache in her sexual core, electrifying her. She glanced at her body's slow twisting seductive movements under the fishnet and it excited her even more. Her breasts were sensuously pushing the fishnet around alternately hiding or creating tantalizing views. Her hard throbbing nipples created lumps beneath the pasties that would occasionally poke through the fishnet. Penny wanted the pasties gone so everyone could see her delight at being exhibited with her engorged nipples thrusting proudly through the dress. 

The fluid rocking of her hips beckoned as they swiveled on separate gimbals from the rest of her body creating their own sexual fantasy. Her taut belly twisted in a seductive beguiling display trying to unite the two blistering parts of her body into an enthralling temptation. As a result of her swaying hips the back of the dress pulled half way up her sneakily displayed ass, revealing her tight firm tantalizing cheeks. The uncovering of her ass also left her shapely, toned legs totally on parade.  

Penny tried pulling down the bottom of her dress from the moment she got out of the limo. The act of walking seemed to make the very short dress crawl up her ass revealing her enticing derrière. By the time she made it to the dance floor she had blushingly given up on pulling down the dress. When she saw the looks her uncovered ass received she breathlessly sought to display it in its most seductive light. Once again the trills of exhibiting herself flowed through her creating a pool of wetness between her legs. 

Suddenly she felt a soft hand caressing her naked ass and turned abruptly to see the gorgeous redhead that greeted her standing behind her. Penny blushed as the woman continued to caress her naked skin and then she leaned in to whisper in her ear. "It's time you came upstairs, my seductive little vixen." 

Penny was very conscious of all the eyes on her. Everyone on the dance floor looked jealous and was wondering why she got to go upstairs. However, the people upstairs looked at her as though she was a piece of livestock or a piece of meat they were appraising. She honestly didn't feel comfortable in either scenario, but she knew this was her chance and she knew she had to wow the powerful people. She tried to walk elegantly and at the same time sexily as she followed the redhead to the balcony. 

As she reached the top of the staircase the photographer from yesterday's photo shoot approached her and grabbed her hand. Penny cast her eyes downwards, blushing in remembrance of what he had done to her and the incredible ecstasy she felt as he did it. He gently kissed her cheek and then began to pull her behind him as he introduced her to person after person. 

The names ran together and she had no idea who any of these people were. A few of the women were kind and understanding giving her a soft hug or light kiss on the cheek. However, for the most part everyone, man or woman, looked at her with an appraising eye. Some even touched her like you would a piece of livestock during an appraisal at an auction. Penny felt very uncomfortable with the whole process, but she assumed that they were appraising her modeling potential. She tried to be stoic, while trying to present as beautiful a package as she could to potential investors. 

Shortly after her arrival Penny was offered her second glass of wine and even though she rarely drank she greedily gulped it down trying to calm her nerves. After her second glass of wine she was feeling kind of tipsy, but it loosened her up and she began to flirt with the powerful people. Despite her giggling flirtations none of the people upstairs responded with anything except a vaguely interested scowl. They all seemed to be interested in her, but no one seemed to want to get to know her. She assumed these people were just all business and really weren't interested in who she was, only her marketability as a model. 

After about an hour of schmoozing the photographer grabbed her arm and led her to a back spiral staircase that led down to the stage behind a drawn curtain. There she found herself with 11 other women lined up behind the curtain and all had their hands bound in manacles. All the women had their hands stretched above their head with the manacles attached to a ring on a post. They all had a anxious or scared fearful looks on their face and Penny had no idea what was happening. She felt the fear start to gnaw in her belly as she noticed an empty post on the stage. 

Her flight or fight reflexes took over and she turned to run the minute her feet hit the stage. Unfortunately, the bouncers had anticipated her move and caught her arms quickly binding them in a set of manacles in front of her. She started struggling but knew she didn't stand a chance. The bouncers were at least a foot and a half taller and triple her weight. The bouncers started laughing as one of them easily scooped her up and tucked her under his arm as he carried her across the stage. 

Within seconds Penny's manacled hands were stretched high above her head tied to the ring on the post. Her 3" heeled boots were the only reason she was not dangling from the ring, but still her petite 5' height left her straining to touch the floor. Her mind whirled trying to figure out what was happening and she twisted looking at the 11 other women. All of the women were young and beautiful catering to all kinds of body types, ethnicity, eye and hair color. 

She looked at each woman and each had terror or anguish written on their face. Some were openly crying, others were angry trying to break free while others were trying to use their feminine wiles to seduce the bouncers. Penny looked at the exotically beautiful woman next to her and she instinctively knew this was her main competition for any modeling position. 

The woman next to her looked to be a very exotic combination of Asian, African and European ethnicities. Her skin was a creamy chocolate color and she looked to be about her height. Her body seemed to be an exaggerated version of her own, with extremely large breasts and a big bubble butt held together with a tiny waist. Her face was beautiful with high cheek bones and full lips with a straight regal nose. Her eyes were a stunning emerald green and were large, dominating her face while still having a decidedly Asian slant. Her short platinum colored hair seemed the perfect counterpoint to the color of her eyes and skin. 

Penny saw the woman appraising her as well and despite her discomfort she started the conversation. "Hi my name is Penny. What is happening, do you know what kind of a show we are going to be doing?" 

The stunningly gorgeous Black woman looked at Penny with a mixture of amusement and pity as she gave an incredulous laugh. Then in a soft English accented voice said, "No Penny, this is not a show it is a slave auction and we are going to be sold as a sexual slaves." 

Penny's mouth hung open as the depth of her predicament began to sink in and then the tears began to flow down her cheeks. No this can't be, slavery was abolished over a 100 years ago, she thought. She looked over at the woman next to her and seeing the honest resignation on her face, Penny knew she believed this was indeed a slave auction. Penny's voice quivered as she stutteringly ask, "H How do you know? Slavery is outlawed, th they can't do that." 

"Penny, my name is Charlene and this is my second auction ... that's how I know. This is what I am, what I want, to know that I am someone's property, someone I will always belong to and care for me. Most of us choose this life. My first master is selling me because I lied to him and that's why I'm here." 

Penny was about to respond when a man knelt behind her, pulled up her dress and began to apply a tattoo to the right cheek of her ass. She looked behind her and saw him using a black light. Penny had never been tattooed and was surprised at how much it hurt. She whimpered as the needle buzzed over her skin, but fairly soon he was finished. The tattoo artist would occasionally remove the black light and the tattoo would disappear, apparently it was only visible under the black light. 

As he moved over to Charlene, Penny looked at her quizzically. She responded the silent question, "This is to mark you as a slave from this auction house and I'm just getting a second mark." 

Penny's mind was spinning, the last couple of days had been an erotic awakening and she had discovered her body's true desires. She felt the need to be bound, teased and forced to cum over and over and if it was in front of an audience it was even better. She realized she was addicted and like any drug addiction she would do anything for the endorphin high. Her quest for her orgasmic high had resulted in her now being auctioned off as a slave. 

It was surreal and almost felt like a dream, but even in her darkest fantasies she never envisaged something like this. Her gut was churning with fear and how to escape, but there was part of her that was excited by the fantasy. The thoughts of being a harem slave and to be taken at the whim of her master sent erotic chills through her body. She had a hundred questions for Charlene, but before she could ask them one of the large bouncers addressed the twelve erotic slave candidates. 

"My fair bitches you are here at one of the premier slave auction houses and we cater to only high end merchandise. Each of you has been specially selected and each in turn will be presented to the buyers and their surrogates. You will not talk and you are expected to act like the gorgeous sluts you are. If you speak or resist inspections you will be further bound, gagged and punished in front of the audience. We have brutal ways to punish you and ways that won't leave marks." 

"Such punishment will result in a lower sales price for your sponsor and you will catch the eyes of the more harsh and brutal Masters. Both of which will be catastrophic for your long term future and could hurt the reputation of this auction house. So you see it is a win-win if you behave and follow every command quickly without hesitation or it's a life time of hell if you don't." 

"Okay, number one ... Go." He concluded. 

One of the bouncers rolled out a large wooden rolling cart with an elaborately carved wooden arch spanning the cart. The cart was extremely large, larger than the huge bouncers. So Penny figured it had to be at least ten foot square. They rolled it out in front of the first woman and pushed on a foot peddle that seemed to lock the wheels in place. 

There was a large cut out in the middle and Penny had no idea what it was for until two of the bouncers picked up the pole with the first slave attached. The bottom of the pole had a large wooden base that fit inside the cut out of the cart's wooden base. When everything was put together the woman was still dressed and attached to the pole with her arms bound over her head, but that is where the similarities ended. 

The arch artfully framed the woman, deviously while making her look even more beautiful than she was. The whole presentation seemed to hide any flaws and when they turned on the lights attached to the arch she looked almost angelic. Her red hair shone brightly with her voluptuous figure encased in the lighted arch. Penny thought the woman was beautifully merchandised as they wheeled the cart through the curtains to face the crowd outside. Strange that she thought of the woman as merchandise, because that meant that she was too. 

When the curtain closed behind the first slave Penny heard the crowd voice its approval of the displayed beauty. The muted voices of a presenter and auctioneer were a constant drumbeat that could be heard over the crowd. Over the next quarter of an hour she heard cloth ripping, the smack of something against flesh and screams of pain, as well as, passion from the woman being auctioned. 




Model Slave Ch. 03



With every sound from the other side of the curtain Penny's fear, apprehension and excitement grew. Her mind was still spinning in a fog of crazy fright, trembling passion and irrational eagerness. She was petrified with fear, but at the same time the thought of being used and auctioned in front of an audience had her agitated and smoldering with ravenous desire. She looked over at Charlene and saw her staring intently at the curtain. 

"Charlene, what is going on out there?" She whispered breathlessly. 

Without taking her eyes from the curtain she whispered. "She is being presented and displayed by her sponsor. He is stripping her clothes and showing her assets in their best light and then he will demonstrate her talents. If she is a pain slut, a cock slut, oral, anal, if she cums easily or often he will show her special talents to the audience. The auctioneer heightens the bidding with every demonstration and when it is all over she will have a new master." 

Penny gazed at the wistful look in Charlene's eyes and knew she was envisioning herself on the stage. Likewise, Penny quivered wondering what it would be like to be naked in front of the crowd of buyers. As much as she feared being sold, the thought of having all those eyes caressing silky skin sent passionate chills through her body. Then the first slave was pushed back through the curtain and as Charlene had said she had been stripped naked and was still tied to the post. 

Her alabaster body was crisscrossed with dozens of red marks from her knees to her neck. Her huge breasts were wobbling excitedly as she gasps deeply in her attempts to overcome her orgasmic anguish. Her chest, neck and face were a strawberry red from the evident heart pounding cums that had been heaped upon her. 

However, it was her face that Penny couldn't stop staring at. She had a rapturous glow that made all other emotions pale in comparison. Her eyes were lost in a distant euphoric thousand yard stare, but the smile on her face told everyone that she was exactly where she wanted to be. Penny looked at her face and felt a little jealous of the slave's enraptured look, but she knew she must have looked like that yesterday. 

The bouncers quickly removed the first slave from the cart and replaced her with the second slave. They made the second slave ready, the lights on the arch were turned on and after everything was set they rolled her beyond the curtain. Afterwards they came back to unbind the first slave girl and deliver her to her new master. So it went with slave after slave and as they got closer and closer Penny began to get more anxious. Her fear was being replaced by a jittery passion building in her belly. 

Yesterday she had been displayed in front of a web audience, but tonight there would be real people watching her. Just the thought of all those eyes, licking tongues and sweaty palms all drooling over her erotically displayed body had her womanly folds soaked in her essence. Likewise her nipples were so hard they began to push the pasties pealing back one of the edges still covering only a portion of her aureoles. 

After the tenth slave had passed beyond the curtain Penny ask Charlene. "What's it like to be a sexual slave? I mean you said you choose this life, so what is it like?" 

Charlene looked off in the distance and then slowly answered. "It's hard to describe until you do it, but to me it is a kind of blissful freedom." She swiveled her head to look at Penny and continued. "Yeah, I know freedom and slave are not often used together. But, you never have to worry about keeping up with your neighbors, accumulating possessions, making a living or paying bills. You only have to look beautiful for and make your master happy." 

"It's a simple life full of joy, happiness and bliss. With a good master you will know bliss like you have never known before, you will discover feelings and passions you never knew existed. The more you please you master the greater the heights of passion you will both achieve. As long as you have a good Master and obey him you will never have heart ache or pain." 

However, if you get a bad master he will abuse you, give you to others and beat you just because he can. That is why it is important to present yourself well up on the stage ... so you capture the eyes of the good ones, the Master's that will make your life heaven on earth." She concluded. 

Penny listened to Charlene and wondered if she was crazy or brain washed. Being a slave was certainly not what someone aspired to be and she had painted this idyllic life full of love and passion. Penny had pictured whips and chains, certainly not love and crazy, wonderful eroticism. Now she was really confused, what kind of future awaits her? 

"So why are you here and how did you mess up?" Penny queried. 

"There were times my master couldn't make me cum and I faked orgasms. That is lying and lying is one of the most unforgivable things that a slave can do. Since I lied my Master couldn't trust me anymore and I had to be sold." Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she concluded, "I loved him so much and I ruined everything when I lied." 

Penny could see the heartache and anguish in Charlene's eyes. Her master had given her everything she wanted and hoped for and she had betrayed his trust. It seemed like a small thing faking an orgasm to show that she loved him, but it was still lying and he couldn't abide lying. Before either could say anything the tenth slave was rolled back through the curtain and it was Charlene's turn. 

Charlene looked at Penny and sadly forced a smile just before bouncers grabbed her and put her on the cart. They made her ready and soon she was on the way through the curtain. Once again Penny heard rips of fabric, the sound of assaults against flesh, Charlene's screams of pain and ecstasy. Her mind's eye visualized what the audience was seeing, that was Charlene naked, writhing, with rapture showing on her face. 

All too soon she was back through the curtain, with tears streaming down her face. Her face had a kind of euphoric glow and through her tears she choked saying, "Master bought me again, he loves me." 

Charlene's relief and loving gratification brought a lump to Penny's throat with her eyes starting to mist. She was so happy for her and wanted to share in her delight at having been bought again by the master she loved. Before she could rejoice in Charlene's happiness she was being lifted and placed in the cart. She lost sight of Charlene as the lights on the arch were turned on and she began to move towards the curtain. 

Nervous anxiety hit her square in the face, along with panic and a thousand other emotions as the curtain approached. She found herself gasping for breath, but still couldn't seem to get enough air in her lungs. Her head was spinning with her eyes darting to and fro looking for an escape. If she hadn't been bound she would have been in full flight mode and ran for her life. She knew her life was about to change, but would it be good or bad, she didn't know and was scared to find out.  

As the curtain parted Penny saw a huge crowd amassed before her. There were three rows of tables in front of the stage and at least six laptops with WebCams on each table. Obviously these were the rich recluse that chose to participate anonymously. There was a delegate behind each laptop and many of these were the people she had met on the balcony. 

Beyond the tables were masses of people sitting on chairs or couches continuing further and further back until they faded into the darkness. The lights from the stage lit only about half the audience and penny visualized hundreds more watching her that she couldn't see. The balcony was the same with people lined along the balcony in chairs and couches and people standing behind them. As her eyes darted along the crowd she noticed her image on Jumbotrons located on each side of the club. 

Penny's scrutiny of the crowd was short-lived as yesterdays photographer stepped in front of her. She released the breath she didn't realize she was holding as she looked into his expectant face. Based on what Charlotte said she figured the photographer that got her into this, must be her sponsor. He reached out and caressed her face lightly and almost lovingly as he said. 

"My God Penny, you really are incredibly beautiful. With that haircut and dress you are the most gorgeous as well as the hottest woman I have ever seen. If I didn't need the money I would keep you for myself." 

As her eyes started to cloud with tears she chokingly said. "But, you selling me into slavery and betraying all my trust. How could you do this?" She choked and then whispered, "How could you do this?" 

The photographer didn't answer, just gazed wistfully as his eyes roamed over her bound and craftily presented body. He sorrowfully shook his head and then turned to the audience saying. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have saved the best for last. This young woman, as you can plainly see, is an incredibly stunning and beautiful woman, but she is much more than that. She is new to this scene and until yesterday had never experienced any of what this life has to offer. However, yesterday's performance convinced me and those of you that saw it, that she is a natural submissive. She is foremost a reluctant, but enchanting exhibitionist and she needs bondage to release her inner fire. With the right training and the right master she can become the most amazing submissive any of us have ever seen." 

He looked out into the audience and ask, "So are any of you man enough ... or woman enough to take on the training of the most spectacular submissive I've ever seen? If you are she will fulfill your every fantasy. Most of you know my reputation and I can easily say this woman is like none I have ever brought before you. She is special and demands special treatment and a special price." 

He continued to stare into the crowd for several heartbeats and then said, "Ok let's see what we have." 

Penny's eyes were moving from face to face, feeling their eyes pour their lust, passion and desire into her. She once again felt that craving fluttering in her belly, that throbbing hunger awakening her body and making everything feel sexually intense. She knew what was coming and part of it horrified her; however, the red-hot searing excitement over ruled all common sense. She looked the photographer in the eye, defiantly telling him to do his worst. 

The photographer gave a crooked smile that told her he was going to enjoy this. He stepped to the side so that Penny was fully exposed to the audience and with a pair of scissors in his hand began to slowly cutting the knots of the fishnet dress. Penny tried to look defiant as the knots were slowly opened, exposing more and more of her lustrous skin beneath. However, passionate goose bumps erupted on the newly exposed skin showed her true feelings and true desires. 

The dress was open from her neck to just above her navel when he stopped cutting. He studied her for a second and then reached beneath the dress for her left breast and removed the pasty freeing her hard thrusting nipple. Penny moaned lustily as the cords of the fishnet scraped her nipple as it poked through the holes. The photographer removed the other pasty and Penny quivered as both of her nipples were being incessantly rubbed and teased by the fishnet. 

Penny watched the audience intently as her nipples came into view. The intensity of the audience's hunger escalated as more of her was revealed. Some of the audience leaned forward in their seats to get a better view while others looked to the Jumbotron for close-ups. Penny felt the crowd demanding more from her and her body responded with an agonizingly intense, heated desire. She felt engulfed in the still unfamiliar but, insatiable wanton ache between her thighs. 

His hand with the scissors moved towards the dress as though to begin cutting again, but before he did a smirk appeared on his face and then he tugged on the dress. Penny threw her head back against the pole as the tug on the fishnet pulled and scraped her enflamed nipples, sending white-hot jolts of ecstasy through her body. She gasp, sucking in a lung full of passionate air and moaned erotically as she stutteringly released the breath. Her chest was heaving trying to catch her breath forcing her breasts to wobble enticingly and making the fishnet stimulate her nipples even more. Her belly clinched as she tried to rein in the insatiable desire in her womb, but the eyes of the audience demanded more. 

The photographer went back to cutting the knots of the dress and when he was an inch or so below her navel, he stopped. He repositioned the scissors and cut through the cords on her left shoulder that held the dress in place. The left side of the dress collapsed sliding down her breast with her nipple grabbing at each hole as it passed until finally the nipple caught a hole it could hold onto. Every caress and tug on her nipple electrified her body blazing a trail to her already soaked womanly folds. All of the fear and anguish had been swept away on a tide of blistering passion. Left in its place was a craving hunger clutched in her belly and her womanly treasure ablaze with need. 

The photographer moved to the right side of the dress and cut the cords that held the dress in place. Once again her nipple grabbed at each hole and the knots caressed her nipple, shooting flames of enraged passion through her body. Finally her nipple grabbed an unexpected knot and both sides of the dress hung precariously from her taut, distended nipples. Penny's head was thrashing back and forth as stimulating tremors raced through her sexual core. 

Penny arched her back, thrusting over stimulated nipples into the wrestling match with the knots and holes the dress. The constant nipple play was making it hard to breathe and her deep gasping breaths shook her breasts to the point where nipples could no longer support the dress. Her nipples finally released her hold on the dress with it sliding down her body hanging on her hips, leaving her topless and on display to the audience. Penny gazed into the audience and their hungry appreciation for her flaunted body was readily apparent. 

The photographer continued to cut the knots of the dress until it parted completely cascading to the floor of the cart. The photographer stepped to the side to make sure the audience had a good view of Penny's spectacular figure. He reached up and caressed her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples. Penny tried to resist the rousing stimulation, but her body had thoughts of its own as her back arched, thrusting her breasts into more of the harsh treatment. 

The photographer lightly caressed her body before pulling the thong away from her body and cutting the strings on the side. As he discarded her soaking wet garment, he snapped his finger and four of the dancers advanced on her. There were two women plus two men still in their skimpy dancing attire as they moved in unison towards the bound and naked Penny. 

The men unbound her arms from the pole and replaced her manacles with a set of soft leather cuffs. The women encased her ankles in the same kind of soft leather cuffs and then each limb was stretched and bound to previously hidden connections in the arch. The pole she had been tied to was removed by two of the bouncers. 

Now Penny was stretched and bound in the shape of an X, all within the confines of the arch. The presentation of Penny's naked body within the arch was as spectacularly beautiful as it was erotic. The lights within the arch were positioned to highlight certain areas or creating dramatic shadows in others. With her arms stretched above her head, her breasts were lifted into the light with her turgid nipples pleading for carnal stimulation. 

Her ribs were pulled tight against her skin with shadows defining their structure. The shadows obscured her concave belly, but the lights behind her left her tiny waist in a beautiful silhouette. Another light highlighted her nether regions with her arousing nectar coating her bald, succulent pussy lips, leaving it shimmering in the light. Her golden hair swirled around her face and shoulders making her look like an erotic angel. 

The photographer began to present various parts of her body like a hostess would on a game show. For a second Penny imagined a game show hostess presenting her breasts saying, "and these breasts will provide you many hours of erotic pleasure." It felt good to make light of her situation for a second, but it was brought back to reality on the other side of the stage. 

A light snapped on the far side of the stage and the house lights came up as the auctioneer began the bidding process. Bidding started off fast and furious and was soon at a number that Penny thought was outrageous. However, there was a certain pride that people would spend this much money to possess her. As the bidding went on she felt dejected as people focused on the auctioneer instead of her. 

The photographer noticed Penny's passionate ardor beginning to wane and he gave a nod to the two men and women that had bound Penny previously. Penny gave a small shriek as suddenly eight hands and four mouths were devouring sensitive flesh. The slightly diminished fire in her loins roared back to life and was soon an unstoppable bonfire roaring through her body, reigniting the desperate craving inside her. 

The two men took her upper body with their hands caressing and pinching as their mouths latched on to her nipples. They used their lips, teeth, tongue and mouth to thrill and electrify her already sensitive and inflamed breast flesh. Her nipples were hard as diamonds aching with fanatical need. Her nipples were so swollen and enflamed that Penny they felt like they were going to burst. 

The women concentrated on her lower body with mouths ravenously attacking her pussy and sphincter. They were soft and gentle, but at the same time hard and challenging her to give into their demands. She felt deliriously wanton, sexy and even dirty as their mouths probed her pussy and anus. She whimpered as they started, but these turned into deeply erotic moans as they continued their onslaught. 

Without her willing it, her hips started to move up and down as their mouths and long finger sawed in and out of her most intimate parts. Her mind could no longer process the risk of being sold; there was only the women's mouths, their tongues, and their fingers, sliding deep into her. As the men chewed her nipples they joined her loins in surrendering to the rapture that enthusiastically tormented her entire body. 

As if she needed to their approval, her lust lidded eyes probed the audience for their reactions. Most were dividing their attention between her and the auctioneer, but when they looked at her there was fire in their eyes and lust in their heart. As her eyes probed the crowd several were licking their lips wishing they could be the ones ravishing her. The crowds lust poured into her, driving her lust higher and more desperate. Then her heart jumped in her chest, with her torso twisting with a heart stopping surrender. 

He was there in the third row, the incredibly handsome distinguished gentleman from the dress shop. As she met his eyes her breath caught in her chest as his dark ravenous stare went straight to her heart. He was not listening to the auctioneer, but paying attention to only her, watching every shutter and every passionate gasping breath. Her breath locked in her chest as she waited for his reaction and his approval. 

She couldn't look away as the audience, the stage, the auctioneer, everything faded away. There were only his eyes commanding her. His eyes were telling her to let the fingers and mouths sweep her away, let the bliss consume her. As if obeying his commands her body tingled, letting the tease carry her engorged pussy and ass to the crest of a wave. She did as he commanded, letting the erotic wave crest, feeling it crash over her with her illicit pleasure sending her body into blissful contortions. 




Model Slave Ch. 03



She passionately screamed her completion, letting the audience know that she obeyed the command in his eyes. She let everyone know that her body and her orgasms belonged to him as she screamed, "God, OH my God, Yes, OH God Yes Master." 

As her body shattered into a mind numbing cum, her eyes never left his dark demanding gaze. But, the mouths and fingers of the four dancers continued their devilish torment of Penny's body, despite her writhing spasms. The dancers switched places with the women gently teasing her breasts and nipples and the men harshly demanding more from her sensitive and burning pussy and asshole. 

The handsome stranger's eyes told her to let the wave build and Penny felt flush all over as the heat inside her continued to build. As if he could see inside her heart he frowned and shook his head from side to side, telling her not to cum yet. Somehow she pushed the orgasm back, but it continued to build until Penny thought she would lost her mind. The volatile power inside her was like nothing she had every felt and she knew she would die if she didn't cum soon. 

Her whole body was quivering with the barely contained explosive power ready to be set free. Her eyes pleaded with him to let her cum and he shook his head no with his eyes giving her a hard look warning her not to fail him. Penny closed her eyes trying to keep balanced on the ridge of her colossal climax. Then the man licking her pussy sucked her clit into his mouth began to roll it between his lips and tongue. 

Penny's eyes flew open in terror as the wild pulses in her clit pushed over the edge and she started her uncontrolled slide into orgasmic oblivion. She was cumming, couldn't stop it and in a panic her eyes begged the stranger to let her cum and with a single nod he relented. In that moment every cell in Penny's body rejoiced as they simultaneously detonated in an explosive cum the likes of which she had never felt before. In that moment she felt like a rocket with her orgasmic blast lifting her free of her earthly bounds. She was floating through the heavens with fireworks surrounding her in her blissful journey. 

Penny' arms and legs pulled and jerked against her bounds as the commanded orgasmic tidal wave washed through her. The explosive power was unlike anything Penny had ever felt and for several heartbeats she was rigid in a muscle clinching euphoria. She was thrown into a weightless abyss where nothing mattered except the nirvana that seized body and soul. As her climax surged through her, all of her body's muscles knotted fighting the engulfing intensity that clutched her very soul. 

Her body bowed tight as a guitar string as she let the breath-taking rapture carry her away on the crest of her orgasmic tsunami. Her eyes were still pointed at the dark stranger, but her climax had blinded her to anything except the firework display in her head. Her mouth hung slack jawed, in a breathless scream of passion, with only little squeaks with bits of air escaping rigid lungs. Penny was lost in the space where only the only thing that mattered was glorious sexual pinnacle that the stranger had ordered her to achieve. 

The auction came to a stop as Penny exploded in the most awe inspiring cum anyone in the audience had seen. Everyone watched with mouths agape as Penny was consumed with an orgasmic fervor that few had ever seen. Only one man sat in the crowd with a self-satisfied smile as he gazed at this most perfect woman, a perfect submissive. 

The dancers continued to tease, suck and probe Penny's spastic body, driving her higher and higher. She couldn't stop cumming and she was past the point of reason. Her mind was lost in her special area of space with stars and supernovas swirling around her. She didn't know where she was and only knew the rapture that the dark stranger had given her and now controlled her. Her body was glistening with perspiration as her muscles continued their euphoric celebration in fine olympic fashion. 

The audience was aghast as the stunning woman bound in front of them shattered into the most incredible show of orgasmic athleticism. The heads of the ravaging dancers obscured her breasts and loins, but her undulating belly demonstrated her exquisite rapture. Her stomach would knot in six-pack revealing clinches and then ripple as she thrust her hips back into the voracious mouth for more of the continuing onslaught. Her already gorgeous face was glowing with her overwhelming bliss plainly there for all to see. Her eyes were wide open as though surprised, but stayed wide open in an unseeing stare. Her mouth stayed open in an oval shape as she alternately gasp trying to catch her breath and then moaned, whimpered and screamed her intense rapture. 

As the next orgasmic tsunami rushed through her she threw her head back and screamed unintelligible sounds. As her thrashing head and banshee screams announced her latest gut twisting cum, her hair swirled around her head like a golden cloud. Her golden locks began sticking to her neck and shoulders, grabbed by the perspiration from her jubilant body. 

The photographer clapped his hands twice and the dancers backed away from Penny's euphorically spastic and quivering body. The auctioneer started again and the bidding quickly rose to new heights on renewed enthusiasm. Very quickly a new record bid had been achieved and the photographer was gleefully smiling. Four anonymous bidders wanted Penny, but the high price soon eliminated one, then another until there was only one. A new record had been established, one that shattered the old record and was unlikely to be broken any time soon. 

Penny's body began to calm, but the passion still coursing through her veins sent shivers down her still convulsive body. As her eyes cleared she sought the approval of the stranger whose orders she unhesitatingly followed. Her eyes only found an empty seat where he had been sitting and in a panic she began scanning the audience. She did everything he wanted and she had given him the show he needed from her. He couldn't leave her, he was supposed to buy her, she wanted to be his. 

She turned her head and watched the bidding conclude with an anonymous bidder purchasing her. Her eyes began to mist as reality sunk in. She had been bought by someone to fat or ugly to show themselves and she had given herself to a man that didn't want her. Tears rolled down her cheeks and a sob broke from her lips as her heart lay shattered in her chest. 

Her life was over and all she had to look forward to was being some fat old man's eye candy. The love, the fire and passion she had hoped for had disappeared along with the stranger. Suddenly she felt ashamed to be naked in front of the audience, ashamed of what just happened and her tears became a torrent as she cried her eyes out. 

Hidden in the shadows behind the bar the stranger watched as Penny was taken behind the curtain and made ready for her new master. She had affected him like no other and if circumstances were different he would have her as his, but the plan was moving forward. The show she had put on had guaranteed that the correct man had purchased her, now he had to make sure everything went according to the plan. 

(Continued)



Model Slave Ch. 04



Behind the curtain Penny continued to pour out her broken heart through her tears. The man who ruled her passion, the man she desperately wanted to take her, didn't even bid on her. An anonymous buyer purchased her and now she was to be taken to someone she had never seen. The bouncers unbuckled her wrists and ankles from the arch and buckled her arms together and feet together. She was effectively hog tied. They wrapped a cape over her nude body and then one of the bouncers picked her up in his arms and carried her to a van outside.

Inside the van were two disreputable looking characters, they immediately put a cloth over Penny's mouth and nose with something pungent in the cloth. With one breath she started to become woozy, the rocking of the van and a second breath guaranteed she is put to sleep. The guy not driving then hooks her bound hands to a hook at the top of the van and the cape comes open revealing her luscious naked body. Now she was hanging from the hooks in the van with her head lolling on arms. 

The guy not driving looks at her with lust and desire, but knows he can't touch the merchandise, so all he does is leer at her lecherously as they drive off into the night. The driver is paying attention to the road and the guy in the back is all alone with this tempting creature. The thug in the back of the van knew he would never get the opportunity like this again and took advantage of the situation by opening her cape for a better look.

His eyes bugged out and he licked his lips as his eyes greedily devoured the scrumptious package in front of him. He didn't think he had ever seen a more perfect woman in his life. Even the girls in all the dirty magazines he wacked off to didn't hold a candle to this hot, luscious babe. He knew the boss would never know if he had a little feel and his rough calloused hand reached out to caress her belly. He had never felt anything as soft and silky as her skin and he wished his hands weren't so rough so he could truly appreciate her satiny, refined and delicate skin.

His hand moved up to cup her full magnificent breast and once again he marveled at how flawless it was. The full weight of her breast filled his hand perfectly and her playful, hard nipple seemed to be begging for him. He leaned forward with his tongue ready to lick that tasty morsel when the driver shouted at him to leave her alone. He reluctantly backed away, but making sure the cape was still open and her body fully exposed. He sat cross legged on the floor with his eyes scanning and memorizing every curve of her incredible body. He rubbed his crotch knowing that she would be the center of his late night fantasies for a long time to come. 

About a block behind the van a black Nissan Rogue with black tinted windows followed. Patrick McKinney had conceived of this plan and put it into motion and if everything worked he could bring in the FBI and Interpol. He had worked for the CIA for ten years before his sister was kidnapped and sold into slavery. After they finally located her mutilated body, he had one mission in life, to make them all pay dearly for what they did to his sister. 

He went uncover and had spent six years developing his BDSM business discovering how the slave trade worked. Along the way his dominate side flourished and he discovered he had a natural talent for pushing a submissive into sensory overload. His natural talent and enthusiasm for the lifestyle quickly elevated him to the top of his small community of dominates. He had found a life he was meant for and he knew he would stay in this life even after his business with the slavers was done. However, now was the time to take down the slave traders, but what he hadn't counted on was Penny.

From the first moment their eyes met he knew she was special. She was stunningly beautiful, innocent, untouched with incredible untapped passion lurking inside her. She was a natural submissive and craved bondage and exhibitionism. It had been years since he had a submissive affect him and somehow he knew she was meant for him. It wasn't her beauty, innocence, pose or even her untapped submissive side, but Penny tugged at him and he had to keep her safe. 

He had built a powerful reputation and had bought into a BDSM club as a partner and had become the lead trainer. His reputation grew and he was in huge demand for seminars and private training sessions. He and several other BDSM trainers had dovetailed these seminars into a BDSM cable network and all of them had shows on training either Dominates or Submissives. Their goal was to elevate their sensual art through the combined use of pleasure, bondage and some pain to overwhelm the senses.

Patrick believed that a woman is her most beautiful in the mist of unrelenting orgasms. She finally shows who she really is when her senses completely take over. Finally there is no more game playing, only the real woman inside. Many women had discovered they couldn't take this life, but others discovered that they were destined to be a submissive. On the auction stage Penny had revealed her true self when she shattered on his command and he knew what he was seeing in Penny. She was Patrick's perfect woman and submissive, but there was something more and she tugged at his lonely heart.

Relationships with women didn't last long in his world. He had trained hundreds of subs and want-to-be subs with only a few short term relationships. He had been in love once and vowed never to do it again, but something about Penny made him long for something a little more permanent. For Patrick she was the most perfect woman he had ever encountered and that was something he hadn't counted on. 

He also knew he was perfect for her. The first time she looked into his eyes she begged him to command her, to take her and validate her inner most desires. She followed his every command and she could read his thoughts through his eyes. She knew what his eyes were telling her and she passionately fulfilled ever desire she saw in his eyes, without hesitation or questioning. When she looked at him he knew she was pleading to be his, she wanted him to be her master.

The plan had been to use the GPS tracker implanted during her tattoo, to follow Penny to the scum that purchased her. Then use the FBI and Interpol human trafficking task force to grab her and shut down the whole operation. Patrick knew if the bidding went high enough who would purchase her and where they were, but he needed the resources of the FBI and Interpol to take down the network.

The key was to have a witness that would enable them to secure warrants to go after the rich and powerful ... Penny was originally going to be that person. However, now she had a hold of him, they had connected and he wanted her. She would be his no matter what he had to do and he couldn't let that scum ever touch her. 

As he was following the van, he was trying to formulate a new plan. A plan where the group that kidnapped, tortured, abused and ultimately killed his little sister would be punished and destroyed. A plan where Penny would not be harmed abused or even touched by these scum. A plan where Penny would be his after it is all over.

****

The van pulled up to a desolate airport hangar and drives into the interior, parking next to a cargo plane. Penny is hanging unconscious, naked and exposed as the vans side door is opened by two men standing by the plane. The two men next to the plane are joined by the two men in the van with all of them silently staring at the spectacular naked womanly vision hanging in front of them. They all stood dumbfounded taking in every gorgeous inch of Penny's nude form, playing their flashlights like caresses over her body. Suddenly a very large man came from the other side of the plane startling the men.

"Quit gawking and make everything ready for transport. Master demands she be cleaned, oiled and perfumed before transport. I will take care of that, but all of you make sure the transport is ready."

The four workers said, "Yes, boss" in unison and disbursed while the manger stepped inside the van quickly unhooking Penny's hands. He unhooked her cape and cradled her naked body in his arms as he exited the van. He marveled at how her succulent, petite body was so light and delicate in his arms. Her skin was incredibly soft and silky against is rough hands and he was in awe of her tantalizing beauty. Her face was so beautiful with her golden hair spun around her neck and head. She looked like an innocent angel, untouched and yet full of passionate promise.

He shook his head and once again began to think of her as merchandise. He carried her to a back room where he sat her by a wooden pole and attached the leather manacles on her wrists to a spreader bar then pulled on a clanking chain to hoist her into the air. Her feet were about a foot off the ground which put her at eye level with him. She was still under the influence of the chloroform, but she would occasionally move her head around and moan as if she was coming out of it.

The boss stepped back, rubbed his hands together and saying, "Oh master is going to love you. Master is going to have lots of fun with you."

He knelt down before her, grabbed her left ankle and moved it to the side to fasten her leather manacle on the next pole. He then did the same thing to her right ankle, and now she was hoisted in the air with her arms and legs spread wide. She started blinking her eyes, rolling her head and moaning, "Where am I?"

Penny started squirming, twisting and shouting, "Where am I? What are you doing to me?" The boss knew that discipline had to be enforced and he responded in a menacing tone.

"Shut up."

Penny just knew that the worst had happened. She had been bought by a sadist and with his first act he was going to torture her. She panicked with her eyes widening in horror and promptly screamed, then started pleading, "Please let me go. I won't tell anybody, just let me go. Please let me go!"

"I SAID SHUT UP." The boss yelled. 

Penny screamed and pleaded again to be let go and the boss grabbed both her nipples and pulled on them eliciting another scream from Penny, but this time it was excruciating pain. 

"I SAID SHUT UP." The boss yelled. 

The boss stalked over to a table and brought back a pair of nipple clamps connected with a chain and proceeded to clip them on each of Penny's nipples. Penny had no idea what this evil looking device was, but their cruel look panicked her and she screamed again. When the nipple clamps bit into her nipples painful fire engulfed her nipples with her stomach knotting as she tried to curl into a protective ball. Penny's head fell back in an opened mouth silent scream of pain.

The boss gave a firm tug on the chain connecting the clamps. Penny screamed never having felt pain like this as it ripped through her body. It felt like her nipples were being ripped off and she even looked down to make sure they were still attached. The pain robbed her of her breath and as soon as she could breathe again she exhaled a pain filled moan. Penny's worse nightmare was coming true and tears from pain and heartache streamed down her face.

"Every time you scream I'm going to yank on the chain, and if that doesn't shut you up I've got lots more toys I can use on you. SO SHUT UP." The boss said.

Penny moaned and whimpered but did not say anything else. Then, the boss decided that even her moans or whimpers annoyed him so he pulled a ball gag out of his pocket, stuck it in her mouth, and buckled it behind her head.

Penny began to scream into the ball gag though not much sound made it out. The boss looked satisfied and then rolled a cart up next to her body. The cart contained several buckets of liquid, sponges, rags and some bottles of what looked like lotion or massage oil.

The boss said, "Master wants you cleaned, oiled and scented before you see him." 

Penny took a little solace that this brute was not the person that purchased her, but still the one who purchased her had the brute doing something to her. The boss took one of the natural sponges and dipped it into soapy water. First he had a quick wash all over Penny's body, from her head to her toes and even washed her face. Then he went to a smaller sponge and started paying special attention to her more sensitive spots.

The boss unclipped the nipple clamps and Penny whimpered through the gag. As the blood rushed back into the tips of her nipples the tingling pain felt different and almost erotic. Her tortured nipples throbbed with the beat of her heart and as the blood rushed in, they engorged thrusting towards the boss. He took advantage taking each nipple into his mouth and gave them a long tongue washing to sooth the pain from the alligator clips. 

Penny felt as though she was going crazy as her nipples were whipsawed from intense burning pain, to throbbing heat and now soft soothing erotic feelings. The bosses sucking and licking of her tormented and now ultrasensitive nipples created unwanted electrifying passion. Her body was alive with pain and erotic agony. It traveled from her nipples through her body leaving no area unaffected.

The boss then began washing her nipples with one of the sea sponges, sometimes the sponge would slip away and he would use his fingers to tweak and pinch her nipples into prominence. The boss was thorough and even lifted each breast to make sure the underside was cleaned as well.

When it came to the washing of her pussy, the boss knelt down and carefully spread her lips to make sure her inner and outer labia and clit were thoroughly cleaned. He stuck his tongue into her pussy to make sure it was completely clean and promptly proclaimed it "Very Tasty". The boss also cleaned her ass and rosebud with the same thoroughness and even went so far as sticking fingers in her asshole.

The whole washing progress was starting to get to Penny, and the boss could see her panting through her nose as her beautiful tits heaved with excited breaths. She would occasionally scream into the ball gag, and other times she would let out some of the most sensuous moans the boss had ever heard.

The boss took a clean pail of water and rinsed Penny off and then used a towel to pat her dry. He then took a bottle of oil and poured a little into his hand, applying it liberally. Starting at her neck and shoulders, he let it run down her breasts and her sunken, muscled belly. Using his hands, he started rubbing the oil over every part of her body from her neck to her toes, paying special attention to her breasts and pussy.

The boss said, "Oh by the way, the oil that I just applied to your skin has a sensitivity agent to allow you to feel everything that will be done to you tonight. The oils brings all the nerves to the surface and sensitizes all your skin, but especially places that already have bundles of nerves, like your nipples and clit." The boss stepped back to appraise his handiwork and his victim was indeed a rare thing of beauty. 

Hoisted in the air, her body had been stretched tight with her fabulous breasts standing up on her chest with nipples begging to be played with. The skin on her chest was pulled tightly over her ribs which brought them into prominence. Likewise, her muscled belly was sunken in and made her tiny waist almost disappear. Her shallow belly left a prominent valley between her hips that culminated in her glossy pussy lips. Her legs were stretched wide and the chords of her muscles stood out in relief against her skin. All of her now glistening, bound, nude body was a thing to behold.

The boss went behind her and undid the ball gag. Immediately Penny started begging between her gasping breaths and panting, "Oh, what are you doing to me? Every touch goes straight to my pussy. What's happening to me? You have to let me go before this goes too far. Please stop this? Oh, what is happening to me?" 

Reaching up, the boss began to lightly pinch both nipples creating a scorching heat that spread from her nipples to the rest of her body. A shiver ran through her body and she started bucking her hips, looking for something to ease the fire within her pussy. She added, "Oh, I'm on fire ... what are you doing to me, what is happening to my body?"

While Penny was crying out, the boss slid his hands down to her pussy lips and easily slid a finger inside her drenched womanly folds. As he began sliding it in and out of her pussy, her endless pleadings immediately ceased, and soft moans took their place.

"Oh please, more, oh God please more. I'm on fire, anything to quench the fire, please ... more." 

A smirk crossed the boss's face as he looked at this beautiful bound woman begging for his fingers to continue tormenting her pussy. With his other hand the boss began to pinch and pull on Penny's sensitive nipples. Penny began to gasp, taking hard breaths trying to make sense of the sensations that were taking her body captive. 

Penny didn't want to have anything to do with this brute, so why was her body betraying her like this. She began to fantasize about the dark stranger and she pretended that he was doing this to her and that helped make sense of the white-hot fire flowing through her veins. She was having a really hard time catching her breath as wave after wave of sensation crashed through her body. Her whole body was trembling but her breasts and pussy were reaching trying to find more of the exquisite torture. Her young body had no experience with the feelings consuming her. As she tried to make sense of what was happening to her she kept up a mantra.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God."

The boss was smiling a cruel little smile as he added a finger and then slid two fingers into Penny's pussy. Penny's body arched towards the fingers trying to get more and deeper fingers into her pussy to try and quench the fires burning out of control. She continued to fantasize that the dark stranger was making love to her, bound for his pleasure. His pleasure translated into wild pleasure for her as well.

The boss had one more thing to accomplish. The boss pulled out a small bottle of perfume and misted her neck, breasts, belly, the juncture of her thighs and behind her knees. He took out a hypodermic, slid it beneath the skin of her arm and pushed the plunger. Within seconds Penny began to sag in her bonds and was soon hanging limp and boneless, the drugs had taken effect and she would sleep through the journey.

The boss shook his head in a satisfying manner pulled his fingers out of Penny's pussy, and claimed, "She is ready, she is ready master, she is ready for you now."

He disconnected her legs from the poles leaving the leather cuffs on her ankles. He then wrapped a new burgundy colored cape around her and cradled her in his arms as he unbuckled her arms. Once again he left the cuffs on her wrists and then he carried her back to the airplane hangar. He savored his last few minutes of having delicate, gorgeous creature in his arms and then placed her in the shipping crate.

He had designed this crate for his Masters fragile cargo. The bottom of the crate was a satin pillow for Penny to lie on. On the inside of the crate were tie downs at the top and bottom. Her hands and feet were secured to the tie downs, before he lovingly covered her with a cashmere blanket to keep her warm during the trip. He took one last look at this extraordinary woman and artfully arranged her hair around her face before closing the hinged lid. He turned the locking hasp and lifted the crate into the cargo area of the plane.

It was only then that he noticed none of the workers or the pilot was in the hangar. He went looking for them back in the break room, muttering under his breath about "lazy scum". After a search he finally found all the workers gathered around the bathroom door. They were all bickering about something and finally they told him that the door was jammed shut with the pilot inside. 




Model Slave Ch. 04



The boss took charge and first tried his keys, but that didn't work and neither did trying to crash through the steel door. After about 10 minutes of frustrating work he decided to remove the pins in the hinges and within minutes the pilot was free. Everyone had a quick discussion about what had happened and then the boss told the pilot to get underway.

The boss pondered the door suddenly freezing up until he heard the airplanes engines start. He slowly walked out to the hangar door and watched as the plane took off carrying its special cargo. When it was but a dot in the sky he turned to clean and lock up the hangar.

*****

Penny woke in a soft bed between a set of soft luxurious cotton sheets. She was naked, but she had expected that. She was still groggy from the drugs and her mouth felt like a desert. She noticed a bottle of water next to the bed and quickly consumed the whole bottle. Then she rolled over and went back to sleep.

She may have dreamed before, but she didn't remember them. Now she dreamt of the stranger from the dress shop and the auction. Her dreams were a modern variation of the prince riding in the save the damsel in distress. She dreamt that he saved her from whoever her master was and then her dreams turned erotic as he made her his. In her dreams she willingly became his sex toy and he was just about to consummate her greatest fantasy when she woke up.

The next time she woke she needed to find the restroom. She glanced around the spartan room noticing an empty closet, a TV and a door that led to the bathroom. She rose to avail herself of the facilities and when she came back a new bottle of water greeted her. She drank about half of this bottle before she crawled back under the covers. She lay staring at the ceiling wondering where she was and her eyes began to mist as she contemplated what was going to happen to her.

Her desire and drive to become a famous model had led her to the city. Here she had been bound naked, abused and even photographed in positions that would have made her blush a week ago. Next she had been bound naked and auctioned in front of a massive audience. Tears rolled out of her eyes as she thought about her future, or lacked of a future. The brute that had cleaned her proved that the man who purchased her was some kind of a sadist and all she had to look forward too was pain and degradation. She remembered her dream and longed for the mysterious stranger to come and save her. Her musing were interrupted as her stomach rumbled with hunger.

As if that was a cue, the door to the room opened and the rugged handsome dark stranger that had captured her attention in the dress shop walked in. He was carrying a full breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, juice and coffee. Her stomach rumbled again as the delicious smell reached her. Her hands automatically pulled the sheets up beneath her chin as she sat up to greet her dream lover.

Penny's heart pounded in her chest, could this still be part of her dream? She had prayed and pleaded with God that if someone was going to take her please let it be the dark stranger. All it took was one look from him and she quivered excitedly with her nipples hardening and her pussy gushing with need. At the same time her heart yearned for him and she knew she would do anything to please him.

He walked towards her and set the tray of food on the end table next to the bed. He then reached over and gently pulled the sheet covering her away. Penny felt mesmerized as she gazed into his eyes and let go of the sheet and she sat little straighter, hoping to please him. His eyes roamed over the luscious hills and valleys of her body like a caress leaving excited goosebumps on her body wherever they went.

Penny's eyes never left his hard demanding gaze. Not a word had been spoken but Penny knew she was his and her heart pounded in her chest desperate for him to validate her desire. Likewise, he knew she was his for the taking, but he didn't want to just possess her, he wanted her to freely give her heart and body to him.

"My deliciously enticing Penny, never hide who you are from me. I know who you are and what you want and need. From now on I expect you to be open and honest with me. I expect you to be naked and adorned with only what God has blessed you with. You are incredibly beautiful and such beauty shouldn't be hidden, but exaulted."

He sat next to her on the bed with her head swiveling to keep her eyes glued to his. She was melting under his intense gaze, but she had butterflies in her stomach with hard flaming desire coursing through the rest of her body. She silently pleaded for him to touch her and he seemed to head her prayers as his hand suddenly covered diminutive belly. His touch seemed like a high voltage electric jolt of desire and Penny gasp a shuttering breath before expelling a passionate moan.

Penny felt the rest of the world fade away their eyes locked together. His hand caressed up her belly until it cupped her left breast and the trail of desire it left behind once again robbed Penny of her breath. Her lust lidded eyes, deep halting breaths and passionate whimpers let him know she desperately wanted anything he had to give.

His hand reluctantly released her soft full breast before gently cupping her face in his hand. Then in a deep gravelly voice that seemed to vibrate inside her, Penny heard him say.

"Penny, my name is Patrick McKinney and I have taken you from those that would've sold you. I can't tell you everything right now, but this is the culmination of a vow I made many years ago. I'm trying to take down this kidnapping, slavery abomination and must see it through to its conclusion. I am truly sorry that you have had to go through this ordeal, but it was necessary and hopefully your part is done. For your safety you must stay here for the time being, so please don't try to escape."

"When I can, I will tell you everything, but for the time being I need you to trust me and do as I say. If you don't I will have to punish you and keep you restrained. Will you do as I asked Penny?"

His touch, his gaze, even his very presence had penny captivated and she couldn't disobey him even if she wanted to. She nodded her head up and down indicating her assent. Suddenly his eyes turned hard and in a harsh menacing tone he said.

"Penny, I expect you to be silent and not talk unless invited too, likewise, if I ask you a question I expect an answer. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, I understand." She whispered in a soft conciliatory tone and then dropped her eyes, ashamed that she had disappointed him.

His hand on her cheek lifted her face until she was looking at him again. "Penny you are not my submissive ... yet and even if you were I know you are new and require training. For now do as you're told and we will address your training later. Now eat your breakfast."

Patrick leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips and then stood up and began walking to the door. Penny was still reeling with unrealized desire and panicked when she saw him leaving the room. Never had she wanted anything more than for him to keep touching her, for him to take her and make love to her.

"Master, can we make love soon?" She said with a sensual voice that had equal elements of panic and desire.

He stopped, turned and looked softly at her. "Penny you are temptation personified. When this is all over and if you still want to give yourself completely to me I promise to take you to heights of passion you have only dreamed of. However, to keep you safe I must concentrate on the destruction of those that would have enslaved and destroyed you."

With that he left the room and Penny was left quivering in her desire. Her hands loving caressed all the places he had touched her, reliving how it felt. What was this hold he had over her? She almost crazy with need for him and yet he had barely touched or kissed her. Whenever he looked at her she couldn't think, only feel and the feelings were like nothing she had ever felt before. She wondered if it was love or an addiction, but it didn't matter, because she wanted more. She couldn't stop feeling his eyes devouring her most secret thoughts, how her heart pounded in her chest when he was near and now his searing touch.

Her hands shakily lifted the breakfast tray and set it in her lap. She had lost her appetite the minute she saw him, but the smell of everything in her lap rekindled her stomach. She took her first tentative bite of the eggs, once her taste buds sampled the food she dug in and ravenously consumed the entire plate.

Penny set the tray back on the end table and lay back on the bed thinking of Patrick. He was risking his life to save her and take her away from the people that wanted to enslave her. However, her feelings for him had nothing to do with saving her. His eyes had captured her very soul the first time he saw her and if love at first sight was possible she had in that moment fallen for him. 

He had said she was temptation personified and said he would take her to the heights of passion after this was over. She knew he felt something for her as well, but she knew he wouldn't take her until she gave all of herself to him. Penny had seen enough of this lifestyle that she knew he meant her heart, her body and her absolute obedience. Could she give herself to him like that?

She wanted to ... oh God how she wanted to. She never wanted anything more than for him to take her and make her his, but she didn't know how to give herself to him like that. She couldn't give up, she would have him and she just had to figure out how to make it happen.

She didn't have long to contemplate because the door opened and a man entered rolling a cart before him. Penny quickly covered herself with a sheet, wondering what was going on and who this guy was.

"Master McKinney sent me in to remove your tracking device and change or modify your tattoo. So roll over and let me see that gorgeous ass everyone has been raving about." He said with a deep southern drawl.

Penny suddenly felt very shy and showing her butt to this man felt like cheating on Patrick, but the guy said Patrick sent him. So Penny rolled over onto her stomach and pulled away the sheet covering her ass. The southern tattoo artist gave a low wolf whistle and then said, "Well they weren't lying ... that is one succulent piece of grade A ass."

Penny was glad she had her face buried in the pillow so he didn't see her blush. He quickly unpacked his tools, sat on the edge of the bed and with a quick painful prick removed the tracking device. He hemmed and hawed about the tattoo saying there wasn't enough contrast for a laser removal so he would have to incorporate the tattoo into another design. 

"Hey sweetheart, is there anything you would like to have tattooed on your butt?" He queried.

Penny thought for a second and said. "Well I like hummingbirds or butterflies, but I think it should be something that shows I belong to Master Patrick."

Penny felt him stiffen; he rose from the bed, walked across the room and began talking into his cell phone. When he finished he came over, sat on the bed and began to work with more purpose. He first drew a design with his pen and then the painful buzzing began as he cleaved the design into her flesh. It seemed to go on and on with Penny gritting her teeth against the pain and then finally it was over. 

She felt him rub some soothing cream over the new tattoo and told her put the cream over the tattoo every morning and night for the next four days. Then he was gone, leaving a tube of cream on the end table. Penny got up and stretched walking to the bathroom so she could see the tattoo. Unfortunately, the mirrors were above the sink and she couldn't get high enough to see her ass.

She walked to the door and to no surprise found it locked. So she turned on the television and found the channels severely limited. There were no channels that might possibly have any news feeds, so they were limited to several movie channels, cartoons, classic TV shows and then she stopped looking. There on the screen was the man she loved, the man that dominated her thoughts. Master Patrick was giving new submissive lessons on what to do, when to do it and general guidelines on being a good submissive.

She stayed on that channel for the rest of the day, practicing the form and postures for many of the presentation poses. She also participated in several exercise routines to keep her flexible and limber and she loved the stretches. Penny found herself throbbing with desire as she watched the Masters put their subs through their paces. Every time Master Patrick came on she fantasized about being the sub under his tutelage and several times found herself unable to stop cumming.

She found the erotic rope bondage to be especially stimulating and she had to masturbate every time she watched. The more she saw, the wilder her fantasies became and only Master Patrick could touch her in her daydreams. By the time her lunch was delivered by an obvious sub Penny was a quivering mass of desire. She had cum four times, but nothing seemed to sedate her hunger, only Master Patrick could fulfill her fantasies and feed her craving.

The thought of him tying her up, stretching her skin tight and contorting her into helpless positions had her in a constant state of sexual anguish. She longed to have him stroke and caress taut body, endlessly teasing her and keeping her passion verging on the edge of sanity. She could imagine her body shattering into a million pieces as he finally took her over the edge and let her cum. She knew she wanted, no needed this and it was Master Patrick that she needed.

She was learning a lot about the lifestyle and found she liked what she was hearing. However, in her fantasies it was only when Master Patrick touched her that she went crazy. She didn't know if she was in love with him or just lusted after him, but he was the center of all her fantasies. None of this would be anything without him directing her. She knew she had to get ready and when he came to see her she wanted to present an image he couldn't resist.



Model Slave Ch. 05



I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments about chapter 1. This was going to be a fairly straight forward story, but I loved some of the suggested directions for the story and changed course. This and the next chapters will be the culmination of your ideas and I hope you enjoy the results.

As always, the characters in this story are purely fictionalized and products of my wild imagination. The sex is between consenting adults over the age of 21. Thank you for reading, voting and as always comments are not just welcome, but encouraged.

Chapter 5

Patrick had to make sure his plan worked so he split his time between the airport hangar and the studio of the photographer that took advantage of Penny. He watched the auction house mostly through remote web cameras. The airplane had landed several hours ago at the buyer's private island. The buyers name was Dr. William Swartz and Patrick knew he was one of the founding members of this particular group of slavers. He had followed his movements from afar, knew how volatile he was and if Patrick's plan worked he figured any minute the shit was going to hit the fan.

Patrick had found an old, fat used up whore on a street corner and offered her $2,000 to take Penny's place in the shipping crate. He told her that danger could be involved, but she laughed it off saying she was almost dead anyway. He had waited for the pilot to run his usual preflight routine and this included using the restroom. He squirted some acid into the cylinder of the restroom lock freezing the lock and while everyone was fighting to get the door open he swapped Penny for the old whore.

He had to admit that carrying Penny in his arms out into the night felt like stealing a Rembrandt painting from the Nazis. Having her light delicate frame in his arms was exhilarating and looking at her softly innocent face in repose was heart rending. As he stared at her in his arms something changed inside him and his hard heart began to soften. He took her to one of the secure rooms in the BDSM club he co-owned and he knew everyone would watch over her while he was fighting evil.

He knew that once Dr. Swartz saw that his purchase was not in the crate, he would blow his stack and he was famous for his explosive temper. Beyond that Patrick had only guesses what would happen, but he knew Dr. Swartz would not stop until he had punished everyone involved and recaptured Penny. He hoped that the Photographer would be destroyed. He helped foster the illusion that the photographer was involved when he gave the photographer tickets for a 3 day cruise. This was supposedly for winning a photography contest and he knew that when Dr. Swartz found out he was missing he would think the photographer was behind the plot.

He also hoped that Dr. Swartz's wrath would flow over to the auction house and all his underlings at the hangar. He wanted to make sure everyone that touched his sister or Penny would be punished. He had remote cameras, parabolic microphones and wire taps in all three locations, he hoped to capture enough evidence to then send the authorities after Dr. Swartz. However, now it was a waiting game.

After about four hours of waiting a plane landed and taxied to the hangar. Before they closed the hangar doors he saw six large, rough looking men get off the plane and they quickly rounded up five men that worked in the hangar. They swiftly tied up all men from the hangar and then separated them, with one going to each corner of the hangar. The boss was left in the middle of the hangar with an older gentleman, maybe in his 40s and he seemed to be the one in charge.

All the thugs in the hangar were brutally interrogated and Patrick almost felt sorry for them. He captured and recorded all the interrogations and with his parabolic microphone and webcams. Multiple times the interrogators used the phrase "Dr. Swartz wants to know" and Patrick hoped this would be enough to at least start the investigation of Dr. Swartz. For over an hour the interrogations went on and his microphones and cams captured the entire screaming vicious grilling. In the end, none of the men knew anything and the six men from the plane left for their next assignment. When the hangar doors opened Patrick caught glimpses of five unmoving lumps of flesh surrounded by pools of what looked like blood.

The six men rented an SUV then drove to the photographer's studio. After a thorough search of the studio two of them took up stakeout positions and waited. Patrick knew the photographer would not be back until the following evening so he headed back to check on Penny. The second he allowed Penny into his thoughts he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He tried to think analytically and figure out what it was about this woman that affected him so. Physically she was the perfect woman for him, stunningly beautiful with a petite, athletic body while still having magnificent womanly curves. But that wasn't it, because over the years he had taken and trained dozens of incredibly beautiful women.

Could it be her innocence that affected him so? He knew there was probably an element of truth here, but there was something more. Her reactions to everything that happened were unrehearsed and completely pure. Unknowingly, she was incredibly passionate and expressed it honestly in wildly exuberant displays, but that wasn't it either. Her honesty, beauty, passion and innocence all combined to make her an incredible woman.

All of those things made her very appealing, however, but what he was feeling was much deeper than that. Patrick been in love before and it had been the most painful experience of his life. He vowed never let a woman get that close to him again, but one look into Penny's soulful eyes had captured his heart. He knew he had to be careful because he could already feel his heart pounding in his chest whenever he thought about her. His drive back to the club was long and soul-searching, but ultimately he had to see her and see where this went.

As he entered the club everyone greeted him warmly, but his thoughts were on the woman upstairs. He paused at her door, unlatched deadbolt and took a deep calming breath before he entered the room. One step into the room and he froze, dumbstruck by the sight in front of him. Penny was kneeling in a slave presentation position directly in front of him and he felt his heart lurch in his chest with the incredible sight.

She was kneeling, naked with her butt on her heels and her hands were clasped behind her back. Her back was straight with her breasts thrust prominently forward and her tiny belly sucked in against her backbone. Her golden hair was pulled behind her back ensuring it didn't obstruct her presentation and her eyes were cast downward looking at the floor.

Penny had spent the entire day of her confinement watching the BDSM channel. Whenever they had shown exercises or positions, she had practiced them. Everything she watched told her that she needed to speak or move only when told too and she needed to obey every command as if her life depended on it. She knew she had to control her body as well as her orgasms and she had hoped that she could be the woman that Patrick wanted. Patrick was still frozen in the doorway and she wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. She hoped that it was a good thing.

Patrick became unfrozen and finished stepping into the room, closing the door behind him. He squatted in front of Penny scrutinizing every curve of this incredible sight. He reached out caressing her cheek, reveling in the silkiness of her skin and feeling her trembling underneath. His fingers stroked over her face until they came to rest beneath her chin and then he lifted her face so he could see her eyes.

Patrick looked into Penny's eyes and saw them filled with deep, intense loving desire. Her eyes were also watery with fear etched into her face, but her gaze never faltered. Their eyes stayed locked on each other and Patrick saw what was in her eyes it was not fear of him, but fear of failure and fear she would disappoint him. Patrick dropped his hand to her breast; cupping it and feeling its weight fill his palm and with his thumb caressed her nipple.

Penny's breath caught in her chest as he hefted her breast. She gave a shuttering breath as his touch stoked the smoldering fire inside her and when he caressed her nipple lightning ripped through her. Suddenly it became clear that she hadn't disappointed him, he was very pleased and wanted her as much as she wanted him. Her face gave a momentary glimpse of relief before being replaced by a loving look and the desire to please him.

Patrick looked at her expectant face and passion glazed eyes as he said.

"Penny thank you for this, it was unexpected and I am very pleased. This is a slave presentation position and it means you are mine to do with whatever I want. I could torture you, abuse you, make love to you or do anything I wanted to you. Do you really know what you are offering?"

'Yes Master, I know what it means and I know I want to give myself to you." She whispered in a soft but deeply passionate voice.

Patrick was sure she didn't really know what she was doing, but her eyes and her body tugged at him. He knew he should walk away, but the temptation she offered was more than he could stand. His thumb and forefinger closed around her nipple and squeezed. Patrick stared into her eyes as they popped open wide with a surprised electrifying jolt. Her mouth opened and closed in a silent sensual spasm, but she stayed perfectly still in her presentation pose.

"Very good my Pet, I am impressed. So do you really want to give yourself to me?" Patrick said softly.

"Yes Master, from the moment I saw you in the dress shop I have wanted you to take me. When I was strapped to the arch on the stage your eyes dominated me. You already own me; with one look you create passion inside of me and make me cum. You never touched me, but your eyes commanded me and made me cum. I know I am new to this, but I have never wanted anything as badly as I want you to be my master."

"Okay my sultry sub. Your safe word is red and if you feel you can't take anymore say your safe word to stop. You do understand the use of safe words?"

"Yes Master, I do." Penny responded.

Patrick listened realizing that he really did want her to be master; he wanted the gift she was offering. So tonight he was going to put her through her paces. He decided to see what kind of passion she was capable of and what if any control she had. He also decided that he was going to give both of them a night they would never forget and see where these unfamiliar feelings took them.

Patrick caught himself gazing into those soulful golden eyes, he felt himself being captured and her eyes were pulling at him. He felt himself responding to the pleading and begging coming from those eyes. Without even knowing it, his mouth moved towards hers and captured her lips in a gentle loving kiss. As the kiss ended, Patrick's lips didn't move away but stayed next to hers, almost touching. He could feel her rapid panting bathing his face and he felt his heart being captured by her innocent gift. His famous control was eroding as the love in her eyes and her tempting innocent gift cracked the shell around his heart.

Patrick's tongue came out and began to gently caress her upper lip as he felt her breath catch and she shuddered in a soft moan. Something about Penny affected him in ways no other woman had and he felt himself wanting to make love to her. He knew he had to reassert control, so he responded by rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He felt a shutter seize her body and her mouth quivered in a breathless moan. Patrick smiled as she expelled a quivering breath and then slightly arched her back pushing her nipple further into his fingers. Her begging eyes pulled him and he forgave her this minor indulgence.

Penny's whole day had been a sexual journey watching all the sexual torment on TV and trying replicate what she saw there. She had masturbated several times trying to relieve the pressure inside her, but it was only a temporary release. By the time Patrick came to her room she was shaking inside with barely contained need. She was desperate to feel Patrick's touch and when she did it took all her will power not to shatter into a colossal cum. Still the desperation showed in her eyes and they pleaded with him to take her.

Patrick accepted the invitation in her eyes and within seconds he was plundering her mouth, trying to extract all the love he could find there. Then he replaced it with all the love he was suddenly feeling in his heart. It was a kiss that both of them felt all the way to the curling of their toes and it only ended when they were both desperate for air. In the end, both of them were gasping for breath like marathon runners. However, Patrick couldn't wait to catch his breath and began lavishing kisses on her cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead or anywhere else he could find that tasted of Penny. Penny eagerly offered up her face as a sacrifice to Patrick's loving kisses as he began to devour her face with his lips.

Penny's fingernails were digging into her hands in a desperate effort to keep them behind her back. She desperately wanted to pull him to her and feel his hard body crushed against her. She longed to feel his chest hair tickling her breasts and to feel his body snuggled to hers as he took her. Trying to stay in position while his hands were exploring all of her feminine peaks and valleys was excruciating torment. At the same the torture of staying in position was building the frantic need inside her and she knew she would go insane if he continued much longer.

His other large hand settled on her other breast and it was perfectly filled with her soft, firm succulent breast with her tight thrusting nipple digging into his palm. Patrick closed his hand circling her breast and then with his thumb and forefinger began to twist and pull her nipple sending bursts of desire throughout her body. Now both breasts and nipples were being lovingly tormented and Penny was finding it hard to catch her breath.

Penny slightly bowed her back trying to push more of her breast into his grasping hands and she threw her head back in a passionate moan. This exposed her delicate neck to Patrick's voracious desire and he began to kiss and nibble down the sensitive skin of her neck. He could feel her hammering pulse beating just below the skin and felt her life force rushing through her veins just below his sucking lips. As he continued to lick, suck and nibble on her sensitive neck she gave a shuttering moan and surrendered to him.

For only the second time in her life, Penny felt out of control need consuming her, but this was also deep in her heart. From her lips, to her neck and her thrusting nipples her whole body was on fire. Penny was having a hard time catching her breath as everything Patrick did to her, forced her body to explode with new sensations. Just as she thought it couldn't get any better Patrick's mouth joined his fingers on her nipples and she arched her back even further.

She quivered as her pussy pulsed with every tug, suck and nibble on her incredibly sensitive, turgid and over stimulated nipples. It was like her nipples and pussy were connected, she was gasping for breath with every new sensation sending shutters through body.

Patrick's hand abandoned her nipple and Penny felt the disappointment as the hand traveled over her tight belly. His hand nudged her legs apart with her disappointment quickly turning into jubilation as his fingers caressed her clit, then slid through her swollen pussy lips and buried inside her. Penny's breath caught as she once again had trouble catching her breath and her whole body shook when she felt Patrick's thick finger push inside her.

Penny let out a raspy moan telling Patrick that she was loving everything that he was doing to her. "Oh Master ... Oh my God Master ... Oh Oh."

Patrick stopped for a second, pulled his mouth away from her nipples and gazed into her tender smoldering eyes. Her eyes were lit with her internal lusty fire pleading for him to continue and at the same time questioning why he stopped. He felt those eyes pulling at him and he knew he could get lost in her very quickly if he wasn't careful. He shook his head and softy said, "Remember not to speak otherwise I may have to gag you."

Patrick's mouth dropped back to her breasts and continued to move back and forth between her nipples nibbling, tugging and scraping her nipples against his teeth. Slowly his finger was sliding in and out of her drenched pussy and her pool of womanly nectar showed how excited she was. After he coated his finger with her essence he would occasionally slide to the top of her pussy and caress her clit before dipping back between her swollen pussy lips.

Penny felt her passion climbing higher, higher, and completely on their own her hips started rocking forward and backward reaching for more. Patrick suddenly stopped everything and Penny looked at him through a veil of passion and realized her hips were rocking. She concentrated on stilling her hips and when she did he slid a second finger into her incredibly tight pussy. The stretch of her quim made her mind explode with sparklers clouding her passion filled eyes.

She tried desperately to control her body's response to his stimulating torment, but trying to control her body seemed to make every touch even more intense. She wished he would tie her up, then torture of trying to stay in position would be taken away and she could revel in his touch or kisses. She knew he was testing her, pushing her to see when she would break down and demand satisfaction, but she was determined to make him proud.

With two of Patrick's large fingers buried in her pussy Penny was stretched wider than she had ever been and it felt so wickedly delicious. She wanted Patrick to take her, manhandle her and make her feel love and passion. He had already pushed her pass anything she had ever felt before and now her pussy was stretched, full of Patrick. She fought through the waves of impassioned fire roasting her body's sexual core determined to stay in position no matter what he did to her.

Her daydreams of being stuffed, stretched and full of Patrick were coming true and more than anything Penny wanted him to fulfill her crazy desire. He was giving her pussy the most wonderful stretching workout and her whole body was shaking. The craving he was building in her womb was beyond anything she ever felt and she slipped letting him know it as she whimpered.

"Master ... Oh God Master ... More Oh God More ... Take Me ... Stretch Me ... Fill Me ... Make me Yours."

Patrick loved to hear her pleas for more, but he knew he must assert control. He stopped everything and looked into her eyes saying. "Penny my Pet, you must control your body and if you don't I will have to bind you. Likewise, you must be quite and control your voice; otherwise I will have to gag you. Do you understand?"

Penny dropped her eyes in shame and disappointment whispering, "Yes Sir." She had known all of this from the TV shows, but trying to control her body and voice in the mist of incredible and overwhelming passion was difficult. Trying to control her body only served to make her more aware of every touch, every caress and every feeling was more intense. She hadn't realized how hard this would be, but she was determined not to disappoint the man she loved.

Patrick watched her trying to control herself and felt himself becoming intoxicated by Penny's attempts to contain her uninhibited and wild passion. She stayed in her position with her hands still clasp behind her, but he could see her muscles rippling beneath her skin fighting to hold her position. Her face was alternating masks of intense concentration and wild jubilant rapture. Normally he would maintain discipline, but increasingly Patrick felt himself being drawn in and he wanted to see her shatter in ecstasy.




Model Slave Ch. 05



Penny felt the build increasing like she was going to explode, and she was finding it harder and harder to breath. Her hips were reaching higher, lifting further trying to get more of Patrick inside her. With two of Patrick's fingers firmly embedded in her pussy he used his thumb to start caressing her clit and that was all it took.

Penny's whole body bucked, arched backwards with her head thrown back and her body froze in a muscle clenching, body consuming orgasm. For a few seconds Penny couldn't breath as her whole existence revolved around the sensation centered in her pussy. Her eyes were pointing behind her with her breasts pointing at the ceiling and all her muscles locked in her rigid arched expression of euphoria. She lost the ability to see with fireworks exploding behind her eyes and the euphoria she felt was unlike anything previously in her existence.

Penny's breath came back in a shuttering gasp, but her orgasm wasn't over yet. Patrick rapidly flicked her clit with his thumb as he rammed his fingers back deep inside Penny's spasming cunt and her orgasm blazed anew. Her eyes were stunned open in a sightless stare with her face a cloak of unbelieving blissful agony. Penny's neck and chest were as red as a strawberry as her heart hammered blood through her body. Her body clinched again in a tight bowed arch as she silently screamed her ecstasy for everyone to hear.

Her mouth opened wide as she locked her vocal cords and no sound escaped, but in her head she screamed. "AGAIN ... MMMAASSTTEERR ... OH MY, OH MY GOD MASTER ... AAGGAAIIN ... OH GOD."

Patrick was memorized by Penny's explosive expressions, loving how passionate and responsive she was. He was proud of her control, especially with her having already cum twice. He was just getting started and tonight he was determined to make up for all her abuse he had put her through by giving her a night of unbelievable pleasure. He scooped her writhing, spasming, ecstasy consumed body into his arms and quickly carried her to the bed. He arranged her on the bed stretching her arms above her head and then ordered her to hold onto the bars of the headboard.

Her hands latched onto the bars with a death grip with her knuckles turning white. He pulled on her ankles to stretch her in a taut line on the bed and then spread her legs so her feet were hanging off the sides. Patrick stood and looked at this tempting vision as he began to undress. Her lines were sleek and athletic with the perfect amount of womanly curves. He could see all the micro quakes trembling through her entire body, forcing all her muscles to quiver under her skin.

Patrick's eyes traveled over her wide spread trembling legs to her womanly mound glistening with her orgasmic essence. Her taut belly shuddered erotically leading to her full wobbly breasts and hard, passion engorged nipples, but her face was what captured his attention. Her lips quivered trying to express her feelings, but her face said it all with a look of awed, incredulous bliss. Her face was glowing with the rapture he had embedded inside her, but her eyes were truly the window into her heart.

Penny's eyes sparkled with a deeply abiding love and hope. Her eyes showed a desire and need to give all of herself to him. She believed and trusted in him, her desire for him was plain, displaying her innocent belief in love and making love. He had seen love in her eyes and heart during the first time their eyes met and now she was baring her heart and soul to him. Her eyes summoned him, breaking down the shell around his heart and offering him all that she was. She was Aphrodite personified and he couldn't resist the love her heart was offering. He quickly stripped off his clothes and kneeled between her wide spread and beckoning thighs.

For Penny this was the first real look she had at the man that had captured her heart from the moment she laid eyes on him. In her mind's eye she had fantasied about this moment and dreamt about what he looked like as he stood over her poised to ravish her. Her heart pounded in her chest as he began to strip off his clothes and she shivered in breathless anticipation. Even her imagination didn't come close to the real thing.

As he ripped open his black leather vest his muscular torso came into view. He was hard and chiseled with his large well-developed chest tapering into ripped well defined abs. His chest was softened with a coating of hair that only made him more masculine. His shoulders and arms rippled with powerful beefy muscles that both intimidated and thrilled her deep in her womb. She squirmed on the bed, waiting for him to prove his mastery over her.

His eyes bore into her daring her to look away and he removed his pants and underwear in the same movement. Penny gasp as his full power was revealed with each of his thighs bulging with muscle at least as big as her waist. However, his massive cock was like nothing she had ever seen before. It was gorgeously ramrod straight, rippling with thick veins and easily the largest, most beautiful cock she had ever seen. Penny felt her mouth go dry and he advanced towards her with his mighty weapon bouncing and growing even larger.

Penny knew tonight was going to be unlike anything she ever imagined and his face told her that he was going make this a night she would never forget. She watched as he crawled between her wide spread thighs and as he leaned over to nibble on her nipples his cock lay on her belly. She felt its heat searing into her skin and her breath caught in her chest as she saw his cock going past her navel lay as it lay on her belly. She was suddenly scared yet desperate to be stuffed full of the cock of this man that so dominated her fantasies.

Patrick saw Penny licking her lips with her eyes round as saucers as she stared at his cock. He could tell the prospect of being filled with his cock scared her but at the same time thrilled her to the core. He smiled as he planned to take her close to insanity before he ever let her feel his cock inside her, and with that thought sucked her right nipple into his mouth. He felt her wriggling beneath him as his tongue tormented her nipple and her chest was heaving with huge gulps of air.

His fingers slid through her womanly folds sensuously caressing her clit as they went, while his mouth switched to tormenting her left nipple. Penny was drowning in a sea conflicting feelings with the man of her dreams driving her crazy with every touch, lick or caress. At the same time she was trying to be the good submissive like she had seen on the TV. She tried to stay still, tried to be quite, but everything was deliciously decadent with passionate fire singing through her veins. She wanted to give in, let the feelings overwhelm her and soar to the heavens. She was terrified that if she gave in to the inferno inside her he would stop and she wanted more, oh so much more.

Patrick could see she was trying to hold still and be quite. If she wanted to be his sub he would let her try, but this one time he wanted to show her what she had been missing all her life. So this one time he would push her, take her to the edge of sanity, but not punish her when she gave in to the ravenous craving struggling inside her. This time he wanted to see fiery sparks electrify her and watch her as she burst into the dazzling sex goddess he knew she could be. He wanted to awaken her inner Venus and see her blossom into the supernatural treasure of the Gods.

As he kissed his way down her flat, muscled, quivering and convulsing belly, he realized that Penny captivated him and he was falling under her spell. He paused to pay homage to her very sexy belly button before his lips joined where his fingers had been driving her crazy and making love to her.

Patrick licked her clit, watching her quivering response, he smiled as he settled between her legs and began to take this breathtakingly beautiful woman to new heights of ecstasy. He pulled one of his fingers out of her to give room for his tongue and with his first taste of her nectar he was addicted.

Her taste reminded him of when he was a kid and his dad would buy him chocolate covered pretzels. She was intoxicatingly sweet with a salty tang and lots of other flavors, but the sum was a taste he never wanted to be without. He began to lick, suck and feast on her succulent nectar. Her body went wild with shakes, shutters and seizures as she desperately tried control the white-hot fire deep in her womb. She was losing control and any minute she knew she would explode into a heavenly fireball.

Patrick stopped feasting on her pussy looking past her heaving chest and looked into her eyes. Her head was thrashing back and forth and her eyes wide open watching him gorge himself on her pussy. Her eyes were alight with desperate passion verging on panic as she felt everything slipping beyond her ability to control. Her eyes were pleading with him to finish her, take her, dominate her and let a real man show her passion she only dreamed of. Meanwhile her exquisite torture went on and Patrick could barely hear her whispering, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God."

"Penny when I give you permission to cum you may cum as much as you want, but you cannot let go of the bars on the headboard." Patrick said in a soft, but intensely demanding voice.

Penny knew this was a test and she would die before she disappointed him. In Penny's entire life nothing prepared her for wild and uncontrollable ecstasy buffeting her mind and body. From when she lost her virginity at 16 her sexual experiences were nothing special and people had told her those little quivers she felt were orgasms. Yesterday was the first time she had an orgasm, but that was nothing compared to what was happening now.

In the first few minutes of Patrick making love to her, the entire world was changed and now she knew what the fuss was about. She finally knew that making love was something special ... when you're with the right person.

After Patrick brought her to her first orgasm with his fingers, she lost the ability for rational thought and all she could do was feel. Her body had no experience on how to cope with these feelings and her formerly graceful body was out of control with spastic responses to the rapture stampeding through her sexual core. Her heart had grown two sizes with the man of her dreams taking her to the edge of sanity and she knew what love could be like.

Patrick loved her taste, but needed more and moved to tease her even more. He quickly looked into her impassioned eyes, desperate to shatter into an orgasmic fireball and then began to tease her. He would lick around her clit occasionally swiping her clit with his tongue. Penny had never been teased like this and it was erotic torment unlike anything she had ever imagined and soon she was almost insane with need. She couldn't see, she couldn't breathe with the bonfire inside her only getting hotter by the second.

Patrick gauged her reactions by feeling her stomach and leg muscles quivering and shaking and he continued her torment until her twitching was constant. He quickly looked up to see her face and her eyes were wide as saucers, but vacant and her breath was coming in small quick gulps. She was lost in the intense erotic fire that was roasting body and there wasn't a cell in her body that didn't feel the explosive power building inside her. She was already out of her mind with needy desire and Patrick could tell she was where he wanted her; on the ragged edge.

He went back to her succulent pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth, then caress and work it with his tongue. Penny's whole body lurched as a wave of passion swept through her and her eyes showed the panic she was feeling. She knew she couldn't stop the orgasm rushing at her like a freight train, so she did the only thing she knew to do ... plead with her Master. She emptied her lungs in a long pleading whisper. "Pplleeaassee Master pppppppppllllleeeaaassseee."

Patrick knew she had no way to stop the orgasmic wave sweeping over her, so he pulled his lips from her clit long enough to say, "Cum for me Pet." Then he sucked her clit back in his mouth working it with his tongue.

As he took her clit, Penny exploded into her strongest cum of her life with all her pussy, stomach and legs seizing in convulsive bliss. Her rapture pulled her whole lower body into a fetal ball with Patrick's head in the center. It was earth-shattering, mind-blowing and it wouldn't stop. Penny somehow knew that making love to Patrick would surpass her dreams and she was right. She tried to control her voice, but her breath came out in an explosive stuttering scream.

"MMM MMAAA MMMMAAAASSSSTTTEEERRR ... GOD ... OH GOD ... OH GOD ... OH FUUCCKK."

Patrick smiled into her pussy as he heard her swear. He was betting that this was the first time she ever uttered that word aloud and he let her get away with her outburst. He continued to work her clit, but careful not to overtax her sensitive nub. He kept her cumming again and again, holding down her out of control body with his powerful arms. Her stomach muscles rippled extolling her bliss and fighting his arms. He could see her breasts wobbling with her wanton nipples reaching towards the ceiling threatening to burst.

Her face glowed with surprised ecstasy and in the mist of her bliss she was the most gorgeous woman Patrick had ever seen. Patrick shook his head trying to get back in character. What was it about Penny that affected him so? She kept getting inside his head and his heart and it was hard for him to maintain his famous icy control. No other woman had affected him like this and while he loved the feeling he couldn't lose his command of her or the situation.

With her whole body cramping and seizing in orgasmic bliss, Patrick knew it was time to move to the next step. She had done well and she was still holding onto the headboard with her knuckles glowing white in her death grip. He gave her succulent pussy a final kiss before reluctantly pulling back from her delicious juices.

"Penny my Pet you have done well for your first time, you may release the headboard and come here into my arms."

Penny released her death grip on the headboard and tried to move towards her new master. Her eyes were brimming with love as she tried to move towards the man that conquered her heart. Her still blissfully exuberant body was convulsive in her movements and she jerked continuously as orgasmic spasms controlled her. She saw Patrick proudly smiling at her as she spastically moved into his arms.

Patrick cradled her trembling body into his arms, cuddling her until her spasms turned to full body shivers and then quivers. Her unseeing eyes were glazed over, her teeth were chattering along with her body shivers. She tried to wrap her arms around him. It took her two tries to keep them there. Through her chattering teeth, she tried to tell him what she was feeling but all she got out was.

"Master ... Oh God Master ... Oh Oh Patrick ... I never ... felt ... Oh Master."

Tears of Joy, ecstasy and probably a hundred other feeling were streaming down her face as she buried her face into Patrick's chest. He held her tightly against his chest with his heart aching with the feelings that were blooming in his chest. She looked so glowingly beautiful wrapped in his arms and as he gazed upon her delicate beauty he saw her flawless body decimated by an intense passion she had never known.

Penny was euphoric with all feelings coursing through her body. Patrick had just shown her his heart and his feeling for her in addition to the kind of ecstasy she thought was only in romance novels. She opened her eyes and saw Patrick's massive erection jutting towards her. She had never seen anything so massive and so beautiful in her entire life with her mouth watering and her pussy aching to feel his cock.

Penny looked up into his eyes and pleaded with him. "Please Master may I make love to your cock."

"Yes my Pet you may." Patrick relented.

Penny released her hold on Patrick and brought her hands to his cock. He had taken her to heaven without any thought of himself. Her tiny hands would not fit around it and even holding it in both hands it still stuck way out the top and bottom. She brought her face to his cock, rubbed it against her cheek, and whispered. "Oh Master this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Penny started kissing his cock, feathering it with slow loving kisses, her lips wrapped around his shaft and her tongue caressing it as she went.

Patrick had never seen or felt anything as sensual as the loving kisses and caresses Penny was lavishing on his cock. Her lips would kiss, then wrap around the shaft of his cock as far as they could go and then her tongue would stroke it softy. Afterward, her lips would cuddle the shaft sensuously as it concluded the kiss and then she would move to another part of his cock. It was like she was French kissing his cock and it was beautiful and very arousing.

"Oh Master it's daunting and beautiful. Master I don't know if I can take all of it, but I want all of you inside of me." She whispered.

Patrick pulled her head back and looked into her eyes, softy admonishing her. "Penny you have not been trained as a sub, but remember this, you only want what your Master gives you. You may ask, but you never demand. Right now your Master wants you to suck his cock."

Penny dropped her eyes and said, "Yes my Master, I understand."

With that, Penny licked up to the head of his cock and popped it into her mouth. She began to take as much as she could in, bobbing her mouth up and down the shaft with her tongue caressing everything as she went. She started choking, pulled back, tried again, and choked each time she tried, she got a little further and finally she was taking a little more than half his cock down her throat. For Patrick the loving passion she was devoting to his cock was truly erotic and her incredible throat fucking was getting to him.

The next time she went down on his cock he saw her delicate neck bulge as she kept going and took his entire cock down her throat. She held it for a second and then came back up, took a breath and did it again. This time Patrick couldn't stop as the unbelievable eroticism joined with the tightness of her throat set him off, and his control shattered. He shot long ropes of cum down her throat with Penny swallowing everything he gave her and as she swallowed her rippling throat muscles sent chills down his back. Patrick lightly held her head in his hands as his toe curling orgasm kept pumping his cum down her throat and in a guttural groaning voice he said.

"Oh my God Penny ... oh shit that is good ... Oh my God baby."

Patrick pulled her up to cuddle and hold her as she wrapped her arms around him, giving him a coquettish smile, proud that she had taken all of him and made him cum. He leaned over to give her a kiss and she turned her head away. He followed her face and captured her lips. She looked at him surprised that he would kiss her with his cum in her mouth.

Patrick kissed her with renewed passion and began kissing her face and neck with hundreds of little kisses. Then he rolled over so that she was underneath him and he was between her legs with his still hard cock nudging the swollen lips of her pussy. Penny wanted to talk and wanted to tell him she wanted this forever, but she was scared she would anger him, so she let her eyes do the talking. Her heart pounded in her chest trying to match the rhythm of his heartbeat, while her eyes poured her love into his eyes. With him she felt this belonging she had never felt before and it wasn't the passion he ignited in her, it was something deeper. Penny felt like she would die if he didn't take her as his and she would do whatever it took to be the woman he wanted.




Model Slave Ch. 05



Patrick was absorbing all the passion, longing and love Penny was sending to him through her eyes and he was used to this. Literally dozens of women had expressed their love for him after an intense bondage session and for him it was an affirmation of his skill. However, Penny was different and the first thing being he hadn't really started his session with her. Secondly he found he didn't want a session with her he wanted to make love to her and third he was feeling her in his heart as well.

He was in an unknown area and his focus was compromised. His icy focus allowed him to take his submissives through the most scorching physical experience of their lives and for many it was transformative. He did it safely and with practiced precision. Penny had already cracked the shell around his heart, threatened to rip it wide open and capture his heart. With the slavers still searching he was worried about his loss of control and was afraid that his loss of focus could cost him her life.

In order to regain control he began to rub the head of his cock through her pussy lips, wetting it with her nectar. He slowly started caressing her clit with the head of his cock, teasing her and stoking her passionate fire. His hand guided his cock in slow circles around her clit and then suddenly swipe across her clit creating white-hot bolts of fire in her womb. Penny's eyes opened wide as the fire inside her reignited and rapidly built into an inferno. Penny's mouth fell open and her gasps came out as soft, "Oh, Oh, Oh."

It didn't take long before Penny's chest was heaving as she tried to breath with the teasing keeping her on the edge of carnal hunger. Her body couldn't take any more and began to take matters into hand as she started squirming beneath him, pushing against his cock trying to get it inside her. Immediately Patrick scowled at her and pulled his cock back from her clit. Penny's eyes opened wide in a panic with the loss of his cock and she softly breathed, "Oh No, please No."

She knew he was teaching her a lesson and she tried to regain control of her needy body. When she finally stilled her hips he came back and started teasing her again with the head of his cock. Penny worked hard at stilling her hips as he teased her and concentration only seemed to make the teasing more intense. She closed her eyes trying to concentrate on keeping her hips still and Patrick pulled his cock away again.

Penny's eyes popped wide open in panic as she searched for the reason he stopped and instinctively she knew, but then in a deep husky voice he said. "Keep your eyes open and on mine. I want to see every blistering moment of bliss reflected in your eyes."

His words sent a throbbing wanton pulse through her body and his eyes told he was going to take her to places she never even dreamed of. As he brought his cock back in contact with her clit hot salacious flames rippled through her and Penny felt her whole body tingle. Penny's eyes stayed on his as his rough lustful sensual demands built inside her. His sizzling demanding eyes were forcefully pushing her towards her orgasmic abyss and his hot head of his cock was like a blow torch on her clit.

Penny was desperately trying to control her body, her voice and her impending cum, but his eyes, fingers and cock were pushing her relentlessly towards her explosive chasm. Her insides were roasting as her molten core spread through arms and legs. Finally her heart and mind were also consumed by the erotic lava frying every nerve in her body. The more she tried to control her explosive passion the more intense it became until in her head she plead for him to stuff her full of cock.

As though he could read her thoughts Patrick began to push the head of his cock through her swollen pussy lips. In small thrusts, he slowly parted her pussy lips with the massive head of his cock. Patrick began thrusting his cock in small increments and small movements going only centimeters at a time into her incredibly tight pussy.

Patrick started nibbling, licking and nipping at her open and vulnerable neck, trying to distract her from the stretch and pain he knew she had to be feeling. In Penny's rapturous state, all she felt was bliss and unconsciously muttered. "Oh God ... Oh God Master ... Deeper Oh God Deeper."

Penny felt her pussy stretched wider than it had ever been and the pain felt like she was going to tear. It was a soft, delicious, loving, stretching pain that felt so wonderful and it sent chills through her body ... she wanted more. When the head of Patrick's cock popped through her inner lips and into her pussy shudders ran though Penny as the pain stopped. She felt stretched wide open, but there was only indescribable pleasure.

Her Master had not told her what to do with her arms and currently her hands were tightly gripping the sheets. When she felt Patrick's cock pop through her pussy lips, her hands released the sheets with her arms wrapping around his muscular back. Her fingernails clawed at Patrick's back as she felt his cock filling pussy and her whole body tingled with the beautiful full, stretched feeling rubbing against her g-spot.

Penny's mind was exploding with the glorious feeling of having her fantasies come true. He was taking her, making her his and in her head she lustily exalted this moment. Her mind whirred as her head sang, "Oh God ... you're filling me ... stretching me ... sooooo good ... Oh God Master ... Oh sooo good."

Patrick began to slowly slide deeper into Penny's tight pussy and he was really glad he had cum a few minutes ago otherwise he would be cumming already. Her cunt was like a buttery soft vise, pulling and rippling along his rock hard cock and he was gritting his teeth, trying to suppress the urge to pound deep into her pussy. Penny wanted to feel Patrick take her, manhandle and dominate her. She desperately wanted to wrap her legs around Patrick's middle and started pulling him deeper into her. However, she stopped her legs from moving, but her legs shook and trembled with the steamy fire that enveloped her body.

Penny's tingling body had become an inferno ready to explode with all of her skin turning into one big sexual organ. She could feel Patrick's breath bathing her face and breasts with his hands touching her everywhere. Everyplace he touched flames erupted, spreading and concentrating in her pulsating clit. Her breathing was coming in halting gasps as she tilted her hips letting more of his cock slide into her.

Penny's eyes were glued to his and Patrick saw her focus fade as her eyes glazed over. The desperate anguish on her face let Patrick know that she wouldn't be able to hold back her cum any longer. He could tell she was desperately trying to make him proud, but she was besieged by wanton desire and her body was shaking with the beginning of her orgasm. He leaned down and nibbled her ear just before he whispered, "Cum my Pet."

Penny's body exploded into one of the most all-consuming orgasms Patrick had ever seen. Her arms lost their grip around his body and fell back to the bed with her back bowed and breasts thrust towards his mouth, but they were just out of reach. Patrick's progress into Penny's pussy was halted as every muscle in her tight models body knotted in an orgasmic exultation, including her pussy that clamped him inside her.

Since he was trapped in her spasming pussy, Patrick grabbed one of her nipples with his teeth and pulled. Penny's entire body shivered and her mouth started opening and closing in silent testament to the rapture rocking her entire being.

As her knotted muscles started to relax, Patrick in one continuous push filled her nudging against her cervix with several inches still outside her pussy. As he finished filling Penny with his cock she shattered again into another mind numbing cum. Her neck and chest turned red with the cords on her neck straining against her skin.

Penny's body was shaking continuously, her arms and legs were twitching and belly was knotted, revealing her six-pack abs. Her angelic face had a look of divine bliss and it glowed with adoring intensity as her eyes showed the love she was feeling for the man mastering her.

Patrick stayed buried inside her and gave her pussy time to adjust to the massive intruder. He leaned over her and began to lovingly languish kisses all over Penny's face and breasts, but he stopped as he looked deep into her eyes. Patrick saw something he had never seen in a woman before ... love, pure, unselfish, giving everything you are love.

Patrick had fucked many women and even made love to a few, but never had he seen the depth of love Penny was showing him with her eyes. Her breathing was still puffs and gasps as she whispered to him with the same loving intensity shown in her eyes.

"Master, Oh Master I've never felt anything like this, I never knew I could feel like this."

Patrick looked back into those beautiful golden eyes and said. "Penny I have only started and you will know what it's like to be my sub. Now put your arms up, grab the headboard again and you may talk."

Patrick began to move his hips thrusting his cock against her cervix and then began full slow deep thrusts. Penny felt like Patrick was turning her pussy inside out as her lips clung to Patrick's mighty cock as he pulled back to her lips. This was exquisite torture as he pulled back and beautiful euphoria as he drove back in. The whole time her clit and g-spot were being scorched with the erotic friction of his enormous cock. Her ecstasy exploded and within two strokes she was in the midst of another awe inspiring orgasm.

Patrick never relented and kept up his pounding rhythm taking Penny higher and higher with the cums morphing together into one long gigantic cum that kept getting deeper and more body consuming. Her arms pulled against the headboard with her muscles knotting and her tendons straining against her skin. The whole time Penny kept screaming her testament to the man that was taking her to heaven. "MA ... MASTER, OH MASTER, OH GOD, OH GOD."

Penny's mind and body had opposite methods of expressing her heavenly bliss. Her mind was floating on a sea of rapture with large waves lifting her into the sky, then dropping her into the serene waters below. The sky above her was filled with a massive fireworks show and nothing had ever felt like this, not even in her dreams. However, her body had a different way of expressing the supreme bliss that that enveloped her mind.

It seemed like every muscle in her body had a special way of rejoicing the wantonly hedonistic, white-hot passion that enveloped her. Her belly rippled with hard cramping knots, while her legs trembled and shook, unable to control the erotic fire burning through her. Her arms were strings of muscle and tendons as they fought to hold onto the headboard. Finally her head thrashed back and forth with her hair swarming around her face.

Penny's eyes soon glazed over with the ecstasy she was feeling, but her face had a heavenly glowing beauty as the love and orgasmic bliss covered her face. Her facial beauty was stunning and Patrick had never seen a more beautiful woman. Patrick bent down and kissed her unseeing eyes and cheeks as he renewed pounding his cock into this stunning woman.

Her body was twitching and turned into a spastic seizure, but her mind separated and was floating in a fog of ecstasy. She felt everything Patrick did and felt every vein on his cock, but it was only increasing her love for him. For Patrick her twisting, twitching body and the tight rippling cunt were rapidly taking him to the edge and he was going to fill her with his cum if he didn't regain control. He whispered in her ear, "Let go of the headboard." Despite spastic twitching body and vacant eyes she did as she told her.

Patrick rolled over on his back, pulling Penny with him and when he got there, Penny started trembling as she couldn't stop sliding down his cock until it was fully buried inside her pussy. She sat fully impaled on his cock, her whole body trembling with her head thrown back in an extended moan. Patrick allowed her to sit for a minute and then put his hands under her ass, lifted her up a few inches and let her drop. As she slammed down, she was fully impaled on his cock and Patrick saw her entire body quake. Her stomach muscles trembling, with her eyes wide open in surprise and her mouth open as she squeaked.

"Master Oh Ma ... ster, Oh shit, Oh God"

Patrick lifted and dropped her again and this time her stomach muscles jerked her forward onto Patrick's chest. Patrick knew she was close so he lifted his hips hammering his cock into her clasping pussy and within a few strokes she was shaking as her orgasm once again took over her body. Patrick cradled her legs in his arms and stood from the bed with Penny still fully impaled on his cock. Patrick's cock and hands were the only thing supporting Penny as she was suspended in the air with her weight driving his cock even deeper into her already spasming cunt. Penny screamed as she felt his cock get even deeper inside her and her whole body bucked in his arms.

Patrick filled his hands with her tiny butt cheeks and began lifting her up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her out-of-control pussy. Penny felt like her brain was exploding as she felt her body convulsing and exploding around Patrick's cock. Penny tried to hold on to Patrick's neck and shoulders, but with the next round of body shivers, her arms seemed to go spastic and she lost her grip. Patrick had hurriedly slid his hand up her back to keep her from falling, so now the only thing supporting Penny was one hand and his cock.

Penny was shaking like she had been naked in a snow drift. Her teeth were chattering and none of her muscles responded to her commands. She tried to tell Patrick how unbelievable he was making her feel but all she could get out of her mouth were moans, grunts and keening noises as her body shook in ecstasy.

Penny couldn't believe what was happening to her, she thought earlier when Patrick made love to her nothing could get any better, but she was wrong. Patrick had completely taken control of her body and was relentlessly pushing her higher and into a rapture she had no idea existed. This was what she had always read about in romance novels, where you're manhandled and taken to the heights of ecstasy that she didn't know existed. Now thanks to Patrick, she was experiencing more than she ever thought existed.

Patrick pushed her up against the bedroom wall, this freed up his hand that was supporting her back and now he had both hands to feed Penny his cock. This vaulted Penny to a new level of orgasm. Her lungs were also locked in an orgasmic spasm. Penny saw her vision dim before she was able to get air into her lungs. However, the next orgasm took her over the edge and Penny fainted in Patrick's arms.

Patrick felt like he might have pushed her too far and he started carrying her over to the bed. She quickly came out of the faint and when she saw the concern on her Master's face she tried to kiss him. Through her quivering lips she tried to tell him that this was the most wonderful experience of her life. Unfortunately, she was shaking so hard she could only get some of her point across.

"Ma ... st ... er, So Wo ... nd ... er ... fu ... ll, Mo ... re, Lo ... ve Me."

Patrick knew she was okay as he took her over to the bed and laid her gently on the mattress. He hovered over her like a mother hen and then thought they might take it a little slower. He caressed her face and kissed her trembling lips and then said. "I not going to hurt you my Pet, but we can go a little slower. Do you need to use your safe word?"

In her still quivering voice said. "No Master, No safe word. Never stop, please master don't you ever stop." When she finished, Patrick could see tears swimming in her eyes and he realized that she truly wanted more. Penny looked at him with awe on her face and tears in her eyes. No one had ever cared about her, her feelings and she felt an ache in her heart.

Patrick slowly lay on top of her on the mattress letting her feel his weight as he pushed his cock all the way inside her. He held it there deep inside her as he began to kiss and nibble her exposed neck.

Penny felt her whole body tingle as she felt totally filled with Patrick's love, his cock and his weight pinning her to the mattress. "Oh God, Master you're so deep in me, I'm so full of you and you make me feel beautiful."

Patrick kissed Penny tenderly on her sensuous lips and then pulled back to watch her beautiful face as he pulled his cock back to her pussy lips. Slowly he went back inside her so that he was buried against her cervix. Penny's beautiful face had a serene glow of love as she pinned him with her eyes, pouring her love into him.

As he started moving his cock, her face morphed into the most erotically blissful look he had ever seen. Her eyes were still pouring her love into him, but they began to cloud over with lustful ecstasy. Her mouth stayed open in the shape of an oval with her breathing coming out in hard, panting breaths, punctuated with moans of "Ooohh Goodd."

Patrick began to pound harder and faster inside her, with Penny beginning to twist, squirm. She pushed into Patrick, trying to get more of his loving cock inside her. Her hands were clawing at his back, her legs spread wide and her head was thrashing back and forth. Her face was wrapped in a look of supreme ecstasy with her mouth slack and her eyes wide with the feeling of exquisite bliss.

As Patrick continued his fast deep thrusting strokes, he could feel the tension in Penny's body increasing as she strained to reach the ultimate summit of their love. Suddenly it was there and all of her body tensed in an exultation of the ecstasy overwhelming her body.

Patrick put his hands underneath her and held her shaking and convulsing body tightly against him as he continued thrusting deep into her spasming cunt. He knew he wasn't far behind and the unparalleled eroticism of having this beautiful woman shattering around his cock was going to push him over the edge very quickly.

As he continued driving his massive cock in and out of this tiny woman and she never stopped cumming or shaking in his arms. Her angelic face had a look of disbelief as the orgasmic tsunami rolled through her body unabated and refused to stop. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as the rapture continued undiminished and as her eyes latched onto his; he could feel the total love and trust she had. To him this was enough of a push over the edge. Patrick began firing long ropes of cum into her pussy with them bouncing off her cervix.

Patrick held her shivering body in his arms as his quivering joined hers. He held her in his arms until the spasm in his cock subsided. He gently laid her still quivering body on the mattress covering her with his bulk. He looked at her serene beautiful face, still lost in the bliss of their lovemaking and he began to gently kiss her nose, eyes, cheeks, lips, forehead and ears.

Patrick pulled his cock out of Penny and her whole body went into another round of shivers. He lay down beside her and pulled her back to snuggle against his chest. As he did so, he protectively held her, wrapped his arms around her in a cocoon against his body. Penny was clinging to Patrick's arms as they wrapped around her, with her body vibrating like a guitar string.

Patrick felt her twitches turn into something different and realized that she had fallen asleep. He rolled her over to the side of the bed and then he sat next to her, looking at this beautiful tortured angel that had captured his aching heart.

Patrick placed his massive hand on her tiny belly and almost engulfed it and he began to lovingly caress this incredibly stunning woman. As Patrick caressed her, he saw her face take on a loving glow and realized just how beautiful she could be when she was happy.




Model Slave Ch. 06



I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments about chapter 1. This was going to be a fairly straight forward story, but I loved some of the suggested directions for the story and changed course. The next chapters will be the culmination of your ideas and I hope you enjoy the results.

As always, the characters in this story are purely fictionalized and products of my wild imagination. The sex is between consenting adults over the age of 21. Thank you for reading, voting and as always comments are not just welcome, but encouraged.

*****

Penny woke slowly becoming aware of her surroundings, but she refused to open her eyes. Her body was sore and achy as she slowly stretched beneath the sheets, but beneath her sore and aching muscles was a tingling and exhilaration. Her hands slowly began to caress her body reliving how it felt when Patrick pushed her beyond anything she ever thought existed. Her skin felt exceptionally sensitive as her hands roamed over taxed body.

Penny knew the moment she saw Patrick that he could take her places she had never dreamed of, but even her wildest dreams fell short of last night's reality. She had hoped that his hard body would be pressed against hers when she woke. She wanted to feel his hard body and muscles wrapped around her, letting her know that he was keeping her safe, warm and cherished. She wanted to feel his hard body softened by the downy hairs on his chest tickling her back as he wrapped her in his strong bulging arms. Alas she was alone in the bed.

Penny slowly let her eyes drift open looking around, hoping that he would still be in the room with her. Regrettably he wasn't there, but she knew he had business to take care of and keeping her safe was one she hoped he was handling right now. She knew he could dominate her, master her and do things to her she never imagined, but she felt safe and content with him.

It was a weird new feeling for her and she knew Patrick could be a hard cruel taskmaster. She knew he would tie her up, tease her unmercifully and push her physically and emotionally beyond anything she had ever experienced. However, in her heart she also knew he would never really hurt her and he was someone she could always count on. Her heart was beating wildly as she thought about Patrick and even though she knew she was in love with him, she was scared to tell him.

Penny slowly slid from the sheets and dreamily walked to the bathroom. Her mind was still in her dreamy fog as she mechanically used the toilet and started running a bath. As she was watching the hot water run into the bath the smell of coffee penetrated her stupor and she wandered out the bathroom to find its source. Her on top of a chest of drawers she found a small coffee maker full of black, steaming and aromatic liquid. Next to it was a tray of Danish, granola and energy bars.

She poured herself a cup of the hot steamy coffee then added some honey and creamer. She grabbed the Danish and her coffee before walking back to the bathroom. She nibbled on the Danish and sipped her coffee as she pensively watched the tub fill with water. As she polished off the Danish she reached over and turned off the water. She set her coffee on edge the tub and climbed into the hot therapeutic water. The moist heat soaked into her achy muscles, relaxing her and letting her sink deeper into her dreamy state.

Penny suddenly snapped out of her contemplative state as she realized the water was cold. She didn't know how long she'd been there, but she quickly washed her body and hair and jumped out of the now cold water. As she toweled off she remembered she still didn't have any clothing and wondered what she should do. She thought back to yesterday and how the slave presentation position had pleased her master. It had incited him to take her, use her and give her a night filled with everything she ever dreamed of.

She sat cross legged on the floor in front of the TV and turned on the BDSM channel. She started watching hoping to find other ways to please her master and turn him into the wild sexual beast that she loved so much. It suddenly dawned on her the game they were playing, he was the sexual predator stalking his prey and she was his willing prey staked out for his consumption. The very thought of him preying on her willing body sent chills running through her belly.

*****

Patrick was sitting in his Rogue outside the auction club waiting for the proper time to try and abscond with their auction records. He had been day dreaming about Penny and her silky succulent body writhing in ecstasy all day. In his current situation Penny was dangerous for him and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Her body drove him crazy but her eyes ripped deep into his soul. When she looked at him the bottomless love in her eyes filled his heart to overflowing and he ached to have her in his arms. He shook his head to clear it and get his mind back on the task at hand.

He actually already had many of their records, but what he was lacking was the decryption key so he could decipher their records. Dr. Swartz's team had arrived a few minutes earlier and was in the process of rounding up all the employees for interrogation. They brought everyone into the large common room and began the interrogations; this gave Patrick the opportunity to sneak into the back office through the back door unobserved.

He didn't have time to browse through the records so he took all the laptops and desktop towers he could find. He also included any external hard drives, CDs or DVDs and then stuffed everything including the paper records into a duffel bag. He hauled everything out to his car and put it in his trunk, then watched the interrogations on the web cams he had set up. He had been watching for a few minutes when the most incredible bonus appeared.

A Mercedes limo pulled up outside the auction house and Dr. Swartz himself got out of the vehicle. Patrick made doubly sure that everything is being recorded. Dr. Swartz swaggered into the building surrounded by his bodyguards and immediately began to direct the interrogations. He decided that he needed to make an example of the few people and when he was not satisfied with their answers he would draw his finger across his neck in a cutting motion. Immediately thereafter these people were dispatched.

Patrick watched this in sick fascination, he knew he was getting lots of evidence to take down Dr. Swartz however; people were dying while he was doing it. Suddenly he kicked himself, picked up his cell phone and called his contacts in the FBI. If they could get here in time they can actually catch him in the act of directing criminal activities. He hoped he hadn't messed up but he continued to record all of Dr. Swartz movements.

About five minutes after Patrick called the FBI, Dr. Swartz received phone call and immediately thereafter left the premises in his Mercedes. Patrick knew he had received a tip from somebody in the FBI that the raid was coming down. The recorders continued to run and he decided to follow Dr. Swartz and he stayed several blocks behind as he followed him to the photographer's studio. Patrick knew the photographer was scheduled to arrive home this evening, but his arrival was still several of hours away.

Patrick turned around and went back to the auction club and when he arrived at the place was swarming with flashing lights and crime scene tape marking the perimeter. He asked the cop at the tape if he could get a hold of Special Agent O'Connor. The cop ask for his name and then spoke into his radio and nodded to him that O'Connor was on his way.

Patrick told O'Connor of the hangar and the photographer's studio in addition to the auction house, but he also told him that he had a mole in his organization. He told him that five minutes after his call, Dr. Swartz had received a call and then immediately left. He told O'Connor he knew where Dr. Swartz would be for the next few hours and that was the photography studio. Patrick told him that within a couple of hours the photographer will be home and the interrogations would begin again. He suggested that Agent O'Connor find several trustworthy people and meet him at the studio in a couple of hours. This time they might catch Dr. Swartz in the act.

Before Patrick left he transferred the duffel bag of records to O'Connor's car. Then he drove back to the photographer's studio and waited for the photographer to arrive. The WebCams showed Dr. Swartz sitting patiently in the photographer's recliner waiting. Patrick was trying to concentrate on watching the slavers, but Penny kept intruding his thoughts and he found himself daydreaming again about last night.

From the moment he had seen her he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame something about her seemed to occupy his thoughts. Yes she was beautiful, sexy and passionate with pure trusting innocence. She had the body of a pornstar and the heart of a desperate romantic, but all of that was a bonus. Something indefinable drew him to her and he felt an ache every time he saw her. Then there was last night.

She was the perfect wildly passionate woman he had always dreamed of. He could see into her heart and every time he touched her he could see the love and desire through her eyes. Likewise he felt a tug in his chest every time her loving, trusting eyes melted into his. He never had a woman have this kind of effect on him before and it was unsettling as well as exciting. He knew he had to have her again and again, but he also wanted to see her sleeping next to him; something that he had never done.

Women had always been a means to an end or pleasurable pursuit and he was good at driving women to their heart-stopping edge of sanity. However, they were not something to get involved with and his icy professional demeanor allowed him to do just that. Some women were more pleasurable than others, but none could reach his heart ... till now. Patrick had no idea why she affected him the way she did, but he knew he wanted her, she would be his sub and HE protected what was his.

His musing was cut short as a cab rolled to a stop in front of the photography studio and the photographer got out. Patrick watched the scum that had seduced his Penny and auctioned her off to the slavers; walk into the front door of his studio. He watched on his WebCams as Dr. Swartz's henchmen grabbed the photographer and dragged him before their boss. 

Patrick observed as the photographer was knocked around by Dr. Swartz's thugs. Secretly he enjoyed seeing the photographer get some punishment for his corruption and enslavement of young women. However, Dr. Swartz was the big picture and Patrick called Special Agent O'Connor to make sure he was on his way and he was.

The photographer was totally confused at first and couldn't understand why Dr. Swartz was in his studio interrogating him. When it finally dawned on him that Penny was missing he began to sweat and plead with Dr. Swartz to let him help find her. The photographer even offered to give the money he had received from the auction back to Dr. Swartz. His pleadings fell on deaf ears, because Dr. Swartz wanted the money and Penny, with Penny being the overriding item. He paid for her and he was going to get her no matter what it took or how many people he had to go through to get her.

Agent O'Connor showed up with his agents and they quickly surrounded the photographer's studio. O'Connor came over to Patrick's car and observed the photographers brutal questioning, then turned to Patrick and said.

"I know you're enjoying this scum getting his due, but if we don't stop it he may be no good to us as a witness." Then raised his radio to his lips and spoke harshly, "Breach, Breach, Breach"

Patrick couldn't be part of this without revealing his identity, so he stayed in the car and watched the whole thing on his WebCams. He had a distinct feeling of satisfaction watching Dr. Swartz being handcuffed and led to the back of a police car. However, he knew there was still much more to go and this was only the beginning. He texted Agent O'Connor and let him know that he would email the Web videos to him and then he left to go see Penny.

His ride back to the club was filled angst about how Penny effected him, about how she would look, what he was going to do with her and where this was going. He really wanted to tie her to the bed, tease and tantalize until she exploded into and orgasmic fireball and then keep doing it over and over. The thought of HIS Penny bucking and writhing in fiery orgasms and that glowing look on her face made him push harder on the gas pedal.

His tires squealed as he swerved into his parking space at the club and he strode thru the entrance like a man on a mission. As he rushed through the club he noticed the staff giving him lopsided grins, smirks and the occasional thumbs up. He knew something was going on, but right now his mind was spinning with thoughts of Penny. She was his focus as he burst into her room and once again he froze as the vision in front of him made his heart lurch in his chest. In addition, his cock tried to burst through his pants as it hardened immediately.

Penny was tied spread eagle on the bed with her arms and legs stretched tightly towards the corners of the bed. A ball gag was in her mouth and her eyes were wide with surprised excitement. It was like she read his mind and knew exactly what he wanted; once again she became his fantasy incarnate. His eyes roamed hotly over her erotically presented form and Penny felt his gaze caressing her tightly stretched skin.

Penny had talked to the employee that brought her lunch and convinced her to send someone to bind her to the bed. She had been lying there bound on the bed for over an hour waiting for the man that owned her heart to show and ravage her. Her imagination had been working over time trying to envision how her master would react and all the things he would do to her. By the time he arrived she had worked herself into an overpoweringly frantic state.

She was breathing hard through her nose, with her chest heaving excitedly. Of course her breasts were wobbling invitingly with her nipples thrusting hard in a mouthwateringly tempting fashion. Her hips were squirming and thrusting enticingly with her womanly mound glistening with her erotic nectar. Patrick stared hungrily at the source of his erotic distractions as he slowly walked over to her side. He looked into Penny's pleading eyes and he smiled a crooked little smile as he sat on the bed next to her.

"My gorgeous tempting sub, you have done it again, I had visions of doing exactly this to you. However, I can't have you forgetting, I am your Master and I tell you how I want you. I do what I decide and you should not be deciding for me. Do you understand my Pet?"

Penny's eyes grew large with a little fear and a huge dose of excitement and then mumbled around the gag, "Yes Master". She knew this had been a gamble and he was calling her on it, but his punishment was something she was looking forward too.

"Good, now I must punish you, but I think it's a punishment you will enjoy." He went over to the chest of drawers and pulled several toys from the bottom drawer. Patrick methodically used a soft deerskin cat-o-nine-tails to slowly redden her skin with little slaps and strokes. Penny knew this was going to be another night to remember as he slowly brought the nerve endings to the surface. He was bringing her to a slow boil, occasionally popping her nipples or clit jolting her as her passion spiraled higher and higher. 

Once she was gasping around the ball gag and glowing in a nice shade of pink, he used fingertip vibrators to tweak her nipples and clit. He was driving her to edge of her orgasmic abyss before he backed off. He took her to the edge time and time again and Penny became frantic to reach her orgasm. It was just out of reach; she could see it, taste it, almost touch it, but could not obtain it. Penny was squirming within the limits of her bonds trying to find anything that would push her over the edge and let her reach to reach the bliss she craved.

It was the most exquisite of torture and she knew she would go insane soon if he didn't let her cum soon. Patrick took Penny to the edge of reason; she was babbling and pleading around the ball gag and body was shaking in erotic wonder. She was gasping and gulping air through her nose and around the gag as her unfulfilled ecstasy racked her body. Penny's silky skin was shimmering with perspiration and Patrick decided now was the time. He grabbed her clit between his fingertip vibrators and almost immediately Penny shattered into a body clinching euphoria. 

Her arms and legs strained against her bonds trying to curl into a fetal ball to protect her white-hot impassioned core. Yet with her arms and legs bound, the muscles knotted and tendons burst against her skin. Her mind was showered with an incredible light show as she celebrated the rapture that flooded through her mind and body.

The bliss on her face distracted Patrick and he marveled at how stunningly gorgeous she was in the mist of overwhelming rapture. Once again that ache in his chest appeared as he watched Penny writhe and shiver erotically. Her face was morphing between awe, bliss and looks of love. Then he snapped back and he went back taking Penny higher and higher, then for the next hour he drove her from orgasm to massive orgasm.

Towards the end of the hour Penny's body was sensitive, exhausted and covered in perspiration. Her mind had left her to float free in sub-space while her body cramped trying to accommodate the bliss Patrick heaped on her. Penny screamed her elation through the ball gag until she was horse and was having trouble filling her lungs with air.

Patrick stopped and lay down next to Penny lightly caressing and soothing sensitive and inflamed skin. As she slowly drifted back to reality Penny saw the man she had come to love taking care of her and he was looking at her with love in his eyes. He unbuckled the ball gag, removed it and then lightly kissed her. The emotional rollercoaster coupled with the intense physical stimulation suddenly came out through her eyes in a catharsis. Tears gushed from her eyes as the last few days suddenly besieged her. Her vision of the man she loved was obscured but she felt his soft caresses, his loving kisses showering her face and her heart overflowed with love and trust.

Patrick cradled her face in his hand and then whispered in her ear. "I am very pleased with you my Pet and with your passion, how hard you try to please me and you know that you are MINE. I know you feel the same because I can see it in your eyes. Remember; from now on you belong to me and only me. You will obey me instantly and without hesitation and in return I will treasure you, care for you and yes my Pet ... love you. Now you need to know everything I say is true, so we are going to make love now."

Patrick moved to cover Penny with his bulk and easily, but slowly slid his hard engorged cock into her still soaked and pulsing pussy. When he was fully inside her he reached up and untied both of her hands and then reached down untying both her legs. Penny felt his cock stretching her pussy wide and deep and she felt chills as his cock slowly filled her. She stayed with her with her arms and legs remaining spread wide. She was afraid that if she moved his heart rendering confession would evaporate, but the feelings inside her were indescribably perfect. However, being stuffed with his magnificent cock sent tremors through her and on their own her hips pushed back trying to get him as deep as she could inside her.

Patrick bent his head and suckled her nipple before kissing up her chest and finally nibbling on her sensitive neck. Her neck had always been very sensitive and as he sucked and nibbled on her neck erotic chills ran down her body leaving a trail of goose bumps. As he leaned forward the hair on his chest tickled and stimulated her already sensitive breasts and engorged nipples. Then he grabbed her earlobe between his teeth and whispered, "Baby we are making love and you can talk and move anyway you want."




Model Slave Ch. 06



Penny gasp a shuttering breath as she realized that this is real. He loves her the same way she loves him and she moaned, "Patrick, I mean Master Oh, my God is this dream real?"

Patrick pulled his cock back to her pussy lips, creating a vacuum and turning her pussy inside out. As he thrust deeply back inside her he growled, "Yes this is real and you are MINE and don't ever forget it."

Patrick pulled his head back to look at Penny and had the most angelic look. She was glowing with happiness and her eyes were full of joyful tears. Her eyes locked onto his and all the love inside her was pouring into him. As he greedily drank in all the love she was sending while he thrust his cock deeply against her cervix.

Penny felt his love coming back at her and when his cock bottomed out inside her a high voltage shock ripped through her. Her eyes flew wide open while never leaving his, her mouth fell open and her arms and legs wrapped around him in an erotic spasm. He settled his weight on her pushing her into the mattress and his cock deeper inside her. Her legs tightened trying to get more of him and her fingernails clawed at his back in mindless passion spurring him to give her all his love.

Penny felt herself shrouded by him. The hair on his body seductively tickled all the skin on her belly, chest and breasts and his aroma encased her in its rich seductive scent. Her mouth was pressed into the crook of his neck and she began to nibble at his salty skin feeling his throbbing heartbeat under her lips. When she pulled back her eyes were glued to his and everything faded except his impassioned gaze. When his deep voice growled in her ears all five senses were being dominated by this man she couldn't seem to be without.

There was no passionate explosion or body clinching cum, but suddenly she was floating in a loving sea of Patrick. Every part of her body was celebrating her love for this man. She felt every touch, every caress, every kiss or nibble with her heart, mind and pussy filled to overflowing with her Master. She was suspended in a space where nothing existed except Patrick and she had never felt anything like this before. Penny knew this was the culmination of love and love making, something she had never felt nor even knew existed.

He pounded into her over and over again driving his cock hard against her cervix with every thrust sending fiery pulses of passion through her womb. Once again Patrick pushed her into the stratosphere with the love he was pouring into her. Penny squirmed with her pussy grabbing more of his cock and her fingernails frantically clawing his back. Penny was delirious with loving passion as Patrick claimed her as his with every stroke.

Their emotional eyes liquefied each other's hearts and Penny felt him begin to shutter with his excruciating rapturous thrusts inside her beginning to quicken. She watched in lovesick fascination as his cock wantonly plunged deep inside her and then his whole body froze. She felt dreamy and amorous yet shameless satisfaction as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep inside her. He was filling her with his essence and marking her as his woman, but there was something primitive yet romantic and fulfilling as he took her as his.

As he settled his hard muscled body on top of her she never felt such a sense of starry-eyed belonging. This was home, this was where she wanted to be and she snuggled against him as tightly as she could. Her pussy throbbed around his cock forcing his seed to ooze out and dribble down the crack of her ass. There was something terribly erotic and primordially romantic about their comingled juices seeping out of her. She shivered with love and belonging then she knew they were becoming one. "Patrick, my Master I will be yours as long as you want me."

Patrick rolled to his side and cuddled Penny in his arms. He soothingly began to massage her stretched and abused muscles with Penny preening as his hands lovingly kneaded her arms, legs and back. Penny felt like purring as the man she loved took care of her. She felt his caresses deepening her love for him and then he gently kissed her enflamed skin sending loving chills down her skin. She rolled in his arms until she was facing him and then kissed up his chest until their lips merged into heart rending kiss.

She lay on her back as the kiss ended and stared into the eyes of the man she loved. He continued to stroke and knead her silky skin and taxed muscles. Their eyes stayed connected as her muscles softened with her eyes getting heavy. She began to drift away and was soon asleep but still glowing from her Masters love. 

Patrick watched her face soften into an ethereal glow and his heart ached as it grew larger in his chest. There was no doubt he had fallen in love with this waif of a woman. Physically she was perfect in every way, she was an exhibitionist and a submissive, but all of that was just a bonus. The way she looked at him melted his heart and showed him all of her wide open and trusting heart. His heart responded the same way and he gave her his heart all the love he didn't know he harbored. No one had ever captured his heart like this and these were unfamiliar feelings, but he liked them.

He continued to watch her sleep with seductive little whimpers and tremors still evident from their love making. His icy demeanor disappeared in her presence and his insides turned to mush. He gazed at the perfection that was his woman and she is his woman. He got up, tenderly covered her with a sheet and with a last loving glance left the room to check on the progress of his plan.

He called Agent O'Connor as soon as he reached his office and to be honest nothing much had changed. Dr. Swartz was still in custody and his lawyers were fighting to release him. They all knew that if he was released he would disappear and they would never see him again, so they had to keep him in custody. Other than that they were cataloging the mountain of evidence and beginning to build a case. They had thirty agents from six countries and over a hundred technicians and clerks working the case.

Agent O'Connor estimated that this would turn into over a hundred indictments and would be felt throughout the slaver community. He thought it would take a week to sort through the evidence and another week before they could go to the grand jury. The grand jury would take at least a month before they could process the complex case and who knew how long after that. None of them were under the illusion that this would finally end slave trafficking, but they hoped to make a large dent and reclaim much of the money. However, more importantly hundreds of slaves would be freed and hundreds more would never be enslaved.

After he hung up the phone his mind drifted back to Penny. While the case was going forward he decided he would use this time to show Penny what it was like to be his sub. He called in his most trusted staff and together they worked out a plan for Penny's training. He stressed to everyone that Penny was never to be discussed outside his office and no one was to know that she was here. So began Penny's training.

Each day consisted of a morning filled with palates, yoga and exercises to keep her flexible, limber and toned. The afternoons were filled with lessons on rules and protocol, as well as, behavior and how to control her body's reaction to stimuli. Later she was shown different presentation positions and was bound into many body contorting positions to experience diverse kinds of bondage. At nights Patrick would make love to her and then massage her stretched abused body until she fell asleep. He started to do something he had never done, he fell asleep every night with her curled in his arms and slept the night away.

Penny felt like a cross between a spoiled princess and a student. Waking every morning with Patrick's body pressed against hers was filling her heart and touching her very soul. She was madly in love with him with every touch, caress or kiss her heart swelled in her chest and she couldn't stand to be apart from him. She was excited and enjoyed all the training and every night wanted to show the love of her life what she had learned. For these two weeks Penny was in a constant state of bliss and she felt like she was in heaven. She had never imagined this kind of pleasure or unrelenting ecstasy and the smile on her face seemed permanently stuck.

Then people started dying. The photographer had turned state's evidence and he had been killed under the watchful eyes of the Marshall's service. Then Dr. Swartz died in prison isolation and slowly every person connected with the case began to die. Someone was cleaning house trying to get rid anything and anyone that might expand the case and implicate more people. Agent O'Connor and everyone associated with the case began to panic because they knew their case was evaporating before their eyes. 

There had been multiple arrests overseas with the slave trade being greatly impacted and they still had the money trail but that was starting to dry up as well. Confiscation of close to 500 million in assets and the infrastructure had been shattered. They all agreed that they hoped to have dealt a significant blow to the European high end slave trade, but still it felt like they were leaving the job half done. They knew there were more people in Europe and the Middle East and there was the Asian end of the slave trade. Tearing down the slave trade was a full time job and one that would never end.

From Patrick's point of view the structure that killed his sister and tried to do the same to the love of his life had been dismantled. The people in charge of both atrocities were dead and now Penny was safe. Even though there were still the remnants of some of the leaders, Penny was now safe and Patrick decided that tonight would be Penny's coming out party. When he got to the club he surprised Penny telling her they were going out. After she was freshly bathed, with hair and makeup complete, he cuffed her hands behind her and put a collar around her neck with a leash. 

When Patrick told her that was all she was wearing, cuffs and a collar she looked at him with excited fear. Penny was spectacularly nude and she was quivering with a little fear, but excited at the thought of being lead naked by her Master through a public club. As he picked up the leash Penny took up her position behind her Master on his right heel. 

As they began to walk she turned gracefully, her hair gently caressing her body as they walk. She walked quietly behind her Master her feet hardly seeming to leave the ground while her hips sway sensually, her body erect and proud. When her Master reached his objective she halted behind him and stood with her body erect, her shoulders back, her chest thrust forward, her belly in. Her chin is held high and her eyes are lowered.

Penny felt all the eyes in the room following her, some caressing with lust and others with hate or envy. Her skin bristled with poignant lust and when her Master sat down she kneeled at his right side. Her back was straight with shoulders pulled back, breasts thrust outward and her bound hands clasp together behind her back. Her master tied her hair in a loose knot and laid it on her right shoulder signifying she was taken.

She felt a thrill run through her when he let everyone there know she belonged to him. Kneeling naked next to her master was exciting, fulfilling and incredibly sensual as Patrick idly stroked her shoulder, neck and breast. Penny watch the room as many of the submissives were used. There were some in the table position on all fours being used as a TV tray. One was more inventive and was in the Gorean Bow which was table in an inverted back bend. Her master was thrusting his fingers in and out of her quim while he ate his dinner off her belly. Penny could see the sub quivering with the strain of the position combined with her master's erotic stimulation.

Many of the subs were being humiliated with little regard to their worth. Their abuse seemed impersonal with no affection or respect. In contrast her master was displaying her to the crowd with loving admiration and his touches were gentle, respectful and full of adoring tenderness. Every time he looked at her she felt his love and pride appraising her. She felt special, loved and beautiful as he showed her off to the crowd and she realized the feelings they shared went way beyond Master and Sub. 

Her master stood and Penny rose behind him after he gave a light tug on the leash. He led her over to a sawhorse modified with a back support, placed a blindfold over her eyes, picked her up and laid her back on the support. Patrick pulled her bound arms off one end of the sawhorse and tied them to the cross bar of the sawhorse and then tied her legs to the other end. Then he began to tantalize her with feathers, a soft leather cat-o-nine tails and vibrators until she was gasping for breath and writhing on the sawhorse. For the rest of the night her Master took her to various bondage devices using them to tease and drive her wild.

Nothing in Penny's life had ever been like this. Not only was her man mastering her, lashing her with powerful intoxicating sensations, but he was doing it in front of a large audience. His teasing torment scorched her to the core, but all those lusty eyes engulfed her in mindless ecstasy. She was using everything she had learned to control the maelstrom inside her, but all those eyes were driving her to the brink of sanity. She loved her man and the way he lovingly tormented her beyond the point of reason.

He dominated her in a loving and reverent way, with love in his eyes as he demonstrated her passion to the crowd following them. He was putting on a demonstration showing the crowd what a loving, committed and trusting couple could achieve. Every cell in Penny's body was singing her loving passion for her Master as she fought for control with him continuing to build her passion higher and higher. The last device he took her to was a sex swing and by then she was shaking so badly with unreleased passion that he had to carry her to the swing.

He strapped her arms and legs into the loops at each end of the swing and with her eyes she silently pleaded with him to let her cum. He gave her a reassuring smile and knelt between her legs and sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. Penny sucked in a deep quivering breath and as he sucked her clit into his mouth she shuttered on the edge of a massive cum. Her chest was heaving trying to forestall the orgasm rushing towards her and as her chest released a shuddering breath she whispered. "Please Master, Oh God, Oh Oh Please may I cum."

Patrick stood up, dropped his pants and easily slid his cock into Penny's gushing and pulsing pussy. It was too much and as the orgasmic freight train started to run through her Penny exhaled a long pleading breath, "Ppppplllleeeaassseee Ma Maasstteerr."

Patrick commanded "Cum for me, cum long and never stop."

Penny's head fell back arching her back and thrusting her breasts into her master's voracious mouth as she screamed her completion. Patrick began to swing her back and forth with his cock traveling from the edge of her pussy lips and then slamming into her cervix. During the entire swing his hands were guiding her and his thumb was stroking her clit. Penny was being assaulted by waves of hard massive cums that piled on top of each other, sending her heart mind and body into an orgasmic paroxysm. As she convulsed, twisted and writhed in the swing Patrick brought up a large wand vibrator with his other hand and pressed it against her clit.

Penny felt like a high voltage wire had been pressed against her clit and her massive orgasms jumped beyond her ability to endure and sent her rocketing into outer space. Her unseeing eyes grew as big as saucers and her mouth fell wide open in a silent scream of ecstasy. She bucked and twisted in the swing as the man she loved, once again took her to a place she never dreamed of. Penny could barely catch her breath as one orgasm exploded into the next one. Penny felt a scared panic mixed with the overwhelming rapture as her orgasmic paroxysm kept her from getting air into her lungs.

Patrick took the vibrator away and let Penny catch her breath and once she had a full breath he brought the vibrator back. The high voltage shock against her clit sent her back into the stratosphere and her scream announced it to the crowd. Patrick continued to play Penny like the conductor of an orchestra and she was being buffeted by waves of intense orgasmic contortions. When she could she stared at her Master with intense love and devotion. When she had the breath, she would whisper, "Oh God Master, I never, Oh Oh Oh God Master."

He continued swinging Penny back and forth driving his cock deep inside her slamming against her cervix, while the vibrator buzzed on her clit. Penny felt like she was floating on air while she was in the swing, but each driving stroke of his cock almost split her into and oh God it felt incredible. The swinging, the vibrator and the hard driving cock were the most excruciatingly perfect experience of Penny's life. The constant vibrations on her clit kept her at a constant elevation, with each stroke of his cock rippling through her wildly jubilant pussy. Each and every swing drove his cock deep against her cervix setting off heart-stopping explosions inside her.

Penny lost all track of time and she felt like she was on an orgasmic high for hours. In reality it was only fifteen minutes of constant orgasmic bombardment before Patrick held himself deep inside her and immersed her pussy in his seed. Despite Penny's near catatonic state she felt the throbbing of his cock as he blasted ropes of cum inside her. There was something about her master cumming hard and throbbing inside her that felt so perfectly intimate, so loving and so right.

Patrick finally stopped cumming, but continued slow motions with the swing and it was a cherished moment. His eyes and cock were slowly making love to her and neither was paying attention to the crowd, only each other. Penny's body was bath in perspiration and her hair was wet sticking to her shoulders and breasts. She was shaking uncontrollably and her teeth were chattering, but her eyes were filled with love for the man hovering over her.

Patrick was so very proud of the woman he loved. Tonight she had been the perfect Sub and she was everything he ever wanted. He was oblivious of the large crowd as he unstrapped her arms and legs and then cradled her in his arms. The loud applause from the crowd registered only as background noise. With their eyes never leaving each other he carried her upstairs to their room and once again began to tend to his loves battered body. It was this special loving care that told Penny just how much he loved her and once again she fell asleep in each his arms.

He watched this incredible woman lying in his arms with the ravages of their love making session still evident on her body. However, her face had an ethereal loving glow that tugged at his heart. He gently stroked her face and watched her smile preening into his hand in her sleep. Patrick felt that ache in his chest again as he watched her visceral reaction to his touch. It was obvious she was in love with him and he knew he was in love with her.

He was going to make her his, collar her and someday they would be together always. First he still had to finish off the slavery ring and he had also made some promises in order obtain Penny. When all of this was over she would be his and he would never let her out of his arms.



Model Slave Ch. 07



I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments. This was going to be a fairly straight forward story, but I loved some of the suggested directions for the story and changed course. I especially want to thank Sue, she has given me a world of ideas and a couple scenes were inspired by her exploits. As a result this chapter had to be rewritten and took a lot longer than I thought. Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy the results.

As always, the characters in this story are purely fictionalized and products of my wild imagination. The sex is between consenting adults over the age of 21. Thank you for reading, voting and as always comments are not just welcome, but encouraged.

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The case had pretty much fallen apart because anyone that had been either a witness or defendant was either dead or missing. Agent O'Connor and Patrick met at their favorite diner, oddly enough called The Diner. As Patrick came inside he saw O'Connor slumped in a booth with his head held in his hands. Patrick slammed his hand down on the table as he slid into the booth opposite his friend. O'Connor jumped in his seat with his hand reaching beneath his jacket for his FBI issued sidearm. His hand relaxed when he saw Patrick in the seat across from him.

"You ass hole, I could've shot you." As he looked at his friend across the table O'Connor's face slowly morphed from his startled expression into a wide grin. "You look like a man that is getting wildly fucked by a very beautiful submissive model."

Patrick's Cheshire grin got even bigger as his friend confirmed some of his feelings. "Well buddy, you got part of it right, she is wild, crazy and incredible woman in bed, but she is so much more than that. Hell man, I think I'm in love with her and you know that never happens to me."

O'Connor slapped him on the shoulder and laughed. "You mean the hardhearted dungeon master has finally met someone that can make a dent in the shell around your heart. Even the mighty must fall at some point. It's about time and I'm very happy for you. I hope you guys can be as happy as Denise and I are."

Both their smiles started to fade the same time as their minds started to go back to the case. O'Connor shook his head and lamented, "They're cleaning up their messes faster than we can make a case. We don't have anybody left to indict, they are either dead, missing or in hiding, but the end result is the same, we're dead in the water."

Patrick stayed silent for a few minutes watching the aching disappointment and hurt in his friend's face. Over the years as he had gathered information he had passed most of it to O'Connor, but he never told him how he came by the information. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell him now, but he felt sorry for his friend and slaver network needed to be dismantled.

"O'Connor, haven't you ever been interested where I dredge up all the leads I get for you?" Patrick said slowly to his friend, while staring into his eyes.

O'Connor slowly came out of his stupor and light began to shine in his eyes again. He knew Patrick had some trick up his sleeve and was about to help him in ways he never imagined. His morose quickly faded away only to be replaced by the intense inquisitive cop, ready to fight injustice wherever he finds it. O'Connor stayed silent waiting for his friend to reveal where he was going with this line of questions.

Patrick looked at him and then began slowly. "You already know that I'm very heavily involved in the BDSM community and that I do seminars, as well as, training sessions worldwide. What you don't know is that every session I do I cultivate a web of spies and informants. I have someone in almost every slaver organization or at least the ones I know about. However here's the rub, my old friend, you have multiple leaks in your organization and I will not risk anyone's life giving you information."

O'Connor started to object but Patrick held up his hand saying, "You know you have leaks as well as I do. All of these people have entrusted their secrets, their very lives to me and I will not put any of them at risk. Too many have already died or been enslaved. You saw it yourself with Dr. Swartz's takedown, someone in your own organization tipped them off. You know how ruthless these people are and I can't risk anyone's life by giving you information that could compromise them."

O'Connor and Patrick stared into each other's eyes and you could almost hear the wheels turning as both trying to find a way out of this dilemma. Patrick started speaking slowly, "You conduct a mole hunt in your organization and don't forget these people are very well-funded so include your higher-ups. Share your findings with me when I'm convinced no one else is in danger I will begin giving you the additional information."

"We will begin domestically but most of the funding and most of the clients comes from overseas so you're going to have to do the same thing with any of your overseas contacts. We need to make sure that my sources will not be put in danger and until I'm convinced you don't get the information. So Interpol and your overseas operations are going to have to conduct mole hunts as well. Do you concur?"

O'Connor was already in the zone trying to figure out how to uncover the moles and shook his head slowly up and down. Patrick continued, "Obviously you need to go through the bank records of anyone on the task force and your higher-ups and I'm sure you'll get a couple of people this way. However, that's not going to get those that are smart devious ones that covered their tracks well. I also have a huge list of spotters, people like the photographer who find an unwitting victims. Once you've cleaned out the obvious moles via their bank accounts, we can selectively use the slave spotters as traps to find the other moles."

"When I'm convinced we finally rooted out all the moles, then we can start going after the big fish. O'Connor you see how these people work, so there's a good chance none of these people will ever go to trial, but instead will just disappear. I think both of our goals should be to make it very painful and dangerous for the customers. If there are no customers there is no reason for the slave trade. Unfortunately, all of these customers are very wealthy and influential so you are going to need high-level by sponsors both domestically and internationally."

O'Connor stared at Patrick with an intense focus gaze, forceful with hard determination. Just then the waitress came and took their order. As the lunch came and they went to work on a plan to make sure that everyone feeding slavers information would be incapacitated. Patrick gave O'Connor a list of 100 spotters to use in his mole hunt and Patrick gave them six months to complete the task. Only when Patrick was convinced the slavers sources of inside information had dried up would they move to the next phase.

He knew it would take a long time, but now they had a plan. If they kept it between themselves Patrick was convinced that they could pin the slavers back on their heels and keep them there. This would not be a fight that ever ended because as soon as they took care of one boss another would take his place. However, he was convinced they could save lots of lives and their efforts were worth the cost.

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The Clothing store where Penny had first seen her Master was expanding. They were adding a high end adult toy section and they wanted to kick it off with wildly sensual spectacle in their display window. In the beginning Lisa had alerted Patrick that Penny was unknowingly going to be auctioned and set in motion their passionate love affair. The store held a special place for both of them and for Penny this was where she first saw the man that captured her heart and rules her body. For Patrick it was the first time he felt Penny's loving eyes reach in and tug at his heart strings.

So for this occasion Lisa called in her chits and requested that Patrick put on a show with Penny as the model. Patrick took Penny to the store under the guise of shopping for some outfits and they looked for some very revealing and erotic clothing as well as previewed the new adult toy store. Patrick took note of every outfit or toy that caused Penny's eyes to widen. When he felt like he had a good list of both toys and clothing he had a conference with Lisa and they developed a plan for the grand opening display.

While at the store Penny changed into a transparent blouse, thong and a very short micro skirt. The skirt barely covered the firm globes of her ass and allowed the bottom of her cheeks to peek through. Her breasts wobbled excitedly against the blouse, tenting the blouse and making her already turgid nipples even more enflamed. Penny felt like she was walking around naked and she very nearly was. For the most part she was excited being shown off, but when someone stared at her like a piece of meat she would blush with embarrassment.

They left the store while Lisa made everything ready for tomorrow's exhibition. Penny had been so turned on by all the toys and the thought of wearing some of the erotic clothing that she requested that Patrick take her to the main room at the club and in front of a crowd, use her. Patrick still had the list of toys in his head, but decided against using them. He wanted tomorrow's demonstration to contain some surprises for Penny.

Patrick also decided that Penny needed to stew in her own passionate juices for a while and learn some discipline. He headed for a restaurant that catered to Masters, their slaves and the secretive nature of the restaurant allowed almost anything. He wanted her to understand and appreciate that he was her Master and he controlled her body. To make his point Patrick fondled Penny's breasts and pussy the entire drive. By the time they got there Penny was gritting her teeth, teetering on the edge of a massive cum.

As she got out of the car her Master cuffed her hands behind her back and then they walked to the restaurant with Penny walking dutifully behind and to the right of her Master. The walk was torture with her pussy lips squishing together and her clit throbbing between her legs. Her engorged sensitive nipples were thrusting against her virtually transparent blouse visible for everyone to see. The sway of her unfettered breasts rubbed her nipples maddeningly against the blouse adding to her needy frustration.

By the time they reached the hostess Penny was almost insane with lust. She knew if she didn't cum soon she would go crazy and when the hostess ask them to wait for a few minutes while they cleared a table she snapped.

"Oh God hurry it up will you."

The hostess visibly cringed and responded, "Yes Mum we will hurry."

Patrick looked at Penny with a slight frown, but Penny missed the look on his face. She stood shifting from one foot to the other adding stimulation to her already throbbing clit and nipples. Patrick couldn't let this lesson go to waste so he sat in one of the chairs and jerked Penny off her feet draping her over his lap. He flipped up her skirt exposing her delectable ass and preceded to rain hard swats on her unprotected tush, only her thong protected her modesty. Very quickly overlapping red handprints began appearing on both cheeks of her luscious ass.

Penny was startled when he pulled her over on his lap, then when her flipped back her skirt and began to rain hard whacks on her ass cheeks. He spanked her hard and she yelped as her ass quickly turned cherry red. She was humiliated, embarrassed and fought to maintain her dignity. She stubbornly refused to let her tears fall, beg for mercy or cry out with the pain she was feeling. However, the fact that her dominant master took her in the entrance of a restaurant had her hotter than a firecracker.

Her unfettered breasts were swinging wildly inside her blouse with each blow. Her turgid nipples were sending jolts of erotic fire throughout her body as they continuously scrapped against the blouse. The pain, the shame, the exposure and her needy pussy all served to make her squirm in his lap hoping to gain the release she craved. Patrick saw this and stopped the spanking of her ass, but instead spread her legs and spanked her thong covered pussy.

For Penny everything got worse and each swat on her pussy was a high voltage jolt that went straight through her throbbing clit then spreading throughout her body. She felt like her head was going to explode and every swat on her pussy / clit sent showers of sparks through her mind. The intensity had her gasping for breath and some of the fight left her as her master took control of her body away from her. She fought him, but both knew what the outcome would be as she released her stubborn struggle, accepting her master's discipline.

"Oh please Master I'll be good, Oh God I going to explode ... cum ... Oh God ... please Master, Please."

Patrick gave her two more swats for good measure, watching Penny tremble and quiver trying to control her body. Then he caressed her strawberry red ass feeling the heat coming from her skin. He turned her over, sat her up in his lap and it was then that Penny saw the crowd gathered around them watching. Her face flushed red with embarrassment and humiliation before she hid her face in his shoulder. Patrick was having none of that and turned her face to the hostess and said.

"Penny my Pet you were a brat and need to apologize to this young lady for hurting her feelings. You are to do whatever she requires you to do as an apology."

Penny dropped her eyes and softly said. "I apologize for my bratty behavior, will you please forgive me?"

The hostess looked skyward with her eyes darting around as she said, "Did someone say something?"

Penny looked up at the angry face of the hostess and knew she was going to have to do much more.

As she sat shaking on the edge of an explosive cum, she looked at her Master and ask, "May I leave your lap and speak to the Hostess?"

Patrick gave a proud smile and said, "Yes you may."

Penny's humiliation was at an all-time high as she shakily crawled out of her Masters lap and on to the floor. She tried to her aborted orgasm aside while she crawled over to the hostess stand and kneeled in front of the hostess saying. "Please forgive my bratty behavior."

The waitress stared at Penny for a couple of seconds and then turned around with her back to Penny with her ass mostly in her face. The implication was clear for everyone in the restaurant and Penny's face blushed bright red as she knew what she had to do. She wanted to look back at her master in the hope that he would give her a reprieve, but she knew he wouldn't. She had done this to herself and needed to pay the price.

Penny's hands were still cuffed behind her back, so she couldn't just grab the hostess is skirt. She reached out and with her teeth grabbed the hem the hostess's short skirt and lifted it until her ass was fully exposed. She leaned forward and placed a long sensual kiss on the hostess's left butt cheek and then repeated it with the right cheek. She slowly let the skirt fall back in place covering the hostess's backside. Penny leaned back on her heels as the hostess turned around and faced Penny.

"Apology accepted." The hostess said in a soft and sensuous tone.

Suddenly the dam broke and everybody in the entryway began talking, the hostess got back seating people and Penny's Master helped her get to her feet. Penny looked up into her master's eyes and saw love and pride in his eyes. However she also saw an expectation lurking there and she knew she had response that was due him, so she dropped her eyes and said.

"I am sorry master for embarrassing you and I have no excuse for my bratty behavior. Thank you for punishing me, showing me the error of my ways and thank you for allowing me to apologize to the hostess. May I please beg for your forgiveness?"

Penny looked up into his eyes and saw nothing except pride and love. His smile grew broader as Penny dropped her eyes and laid her head on his chest. In a deep rumbling voice that made her nipples harden while setting off quivers deep inside her he said. "You are forgiven, but understand my Sub you represent me and any bad behavior reflects badly on your master, requires punishment and must be corrected."

The hostess led them back to their table with a saucy swing in her backside. As they started to sit Patrick said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Skirt up and bare bottom on the chair."

Penny glanced at her Master, demurely dropped her eyes and flipped up the back of her skirt. She gasp loudly as her burning inflamed backside came in contact with the cold rough chair. Her face burned with embarrassment as everyone watched reaction to the cold chair and with her arms still bound behind she couldn't hide. She looked at her Master and he was staring at her with an amused yet proud and loving look. She remembered his words and straightened her back, proudly presenting the body her Master owns, to the crowded restaurant.

The Hostess bent over and whispered in her ear. "Any time you want to use those soft sensuous lips again my ass is always available." Then she stood up and walked back to the hostess station with an exaggerated swing to her hips.

Penny blushed again and glanced around at the crowd, then dropping her eyes as being her masters sub began to sink in. This wasn't just a game that they played in the bedroom, this was a lifestyle and she was expected to live it all the time. Nothing brought that home more than her current situation. She was sitting in a restaurant on her bare ass and her hands cuffed behind her. Her transparent top showed her magnificent breasts and hard turgid nipples then she straightened her back, proud to show everyone what belonged to her master.

Part of her was embarrassed at being shown this way and wanted to fight the humiliation and shame. But another part of her felt wild freedom and exhilaration. She loved the spectacle that she had become, however she could only do it under orders of her master. With him she would do things she never even dreamed of and if he commanded it she would do even more.

She needed him more than she needed air to breathe. Pleasing her master was all she cared about now and she realized with that thought she had never been happier. She didn't care about her career, her parents, keeping up with the Jones or what anyone except her Master thought of her. She realized that she truly is his sub and her face broke out in a glowing smile at the thought. She loved him and would do anything he commanded of her, except she would not be shared. He could strip her, show her to a crowd, flog her, spank her or bind her anyway he wants, but she would not let anyone else touch her.

She sat quietly while, proud to be seen as her Masters sub, while he ordered their dinner. Her face glowed with her sudden submissive realization, but her body throbbed with the intense fire her Master had built inside her. From her flaming red ass cheeks, to her throbbing and pulsing clit, to her achingly hard nipples her body burned for her Master's touch. Then she got her wish.

Patrick reached and pulled her chair closer to his and then slowly ran his hands up the inside of her thigh. He spread her legs as he went until he reached her thong covered slit, but he didn't stop there as his fingers went underneath the thong and into her drenched pussy. From the moment her master touched her Penny's whole body rippled with anticipation. Her nipples almost burst through her transparent blouse they hardened so quickly and goose bumps broke out over the rest of her body. When his fingers entered her she sucked in a deep shaky breath and then softly moaned as her body tensed.

Patrick methodically sawed his fingers in and out of Penny's clasping pussy staring into her eyes as he did. Penny gasp and shuttered as she was immediately back on the edge of an orgasm. Her head lolled back on her shoulders as her eyes glazed over with the burning need inside her building into a bonfire. Her eyes drifted shut and she gulped air as she tried to control the searing heat her Master was creating in her womb. Her eyes popped open as she felt a light slap on her nipple.




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"Eyes on me, I want to see everything through your eyes." Her master said sternly.

Her eyes stayed glued to his as she grew hotter with his expert fingers doing things she never dreamed of. His other hand began unbuttoning her blouse and then reached inside and pinched her left nipple. For a second Penny couldn't breathe as her throbbing nipple joined with aching clit and the excruciating ecstasy threatened to push her into her orgasmic abyss. She gathered strength from her Masters eyes and barely held on, pushing her orgasm back just enough.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers from her and sat up in his chair as their appetizer was brought to the table. Penny glanced around in a panic ... 'He couldn't leave her like this' she thought. He had kept her on the edge of an orgasm since they left the dress shop and her whole body was throbbing with need. She was desperate to cum with her nipples so hard they felt like they would burst and her pussy was swollen, red and slick with her needy juices.

As her mind came to the realization that there would be no orgasm she looked around and noticed that all the other tables were arranged in a semi-circle around theirs. Everyone was watching her and watching her master play her body like a Stradivarius. She was the show for this evening and her face blushed red with embarrassment. However, at the same time there was a pride in her bearing. She belonged to her Master and he was proud enough of her to show her off to his friends.

Patrick stuck a fork full of the appetizer in front of Penny's mouth and she gratefully took a bite. She chewed and swallowed the morsel without tasting it. Her body was still shaking with unrequited passion as her eyes poured love into his. With her eyes she told him how proud she was to belong to him and she let him know she wanted to give him the most precious gift she had ... her submission.

He continued to feed her until the appetizer was gone and then he stripped off her thong. Then he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it behind her letting it hang from her bound wrists. She was stripped naked in front of the lusty crowd with only her skirt bunched around her waist. Something in Penny had changed she wasn't embarrassed, she was proudly defiant, celebrating being her Master's sub. With her eyes she challenged him to push her, use her and let her prove that she is worthy of the great Master Patrick. She wanted to show everyone here that she belonged to him.

Patrick smiled at her, proud of her challenge and he nodded his head silently mouthing 'I Love You'. Then he began again with his fingers, tongue and mouth stoking the fire inside her. Finally she couldn't remember there were people watching it was only her Master. She had made a vow to herself not to beg or plead, but show her master that she was strong and worthy of him.

Patrick was in rare form as he took his love on an erotic journey the likes of which she never imagined. By the time their salads came Penny's eyes were glazed with a wide open surprised look and her mouth opened and closed silently. Her stiff body was glistening with perspiration while all her muscles under the skin were knotting and trembling. The effect was devastatingly erotic with shifting reflections of light as her muscles and skin never stopped its shimmering light show.

Penny had trouble breathing as each new sensation piled on top of the last banishing all thought. Her mind was soaring through space, being driven mad by every touch, caress, slap or kiss. Every sense was heightened and every touch magnified, but it was never enough to give her the orgasmic relief she desperately craved. She never begged or pleaded, but every breath contained a whimper or moan.

As the salads arrived Patrick stopped his torment and lightly slapped Penny's face and kissed her until her eyes could focus on him again. As their eyes joined the crowd around them disappeared and their hearts merged. Something very special was happening. They already loved each other but this was different. They were becoming one, two sides of the same coin, separate, but joined together.

When the salad was done Patrick used some rope and tied Penny to the chair with her legs spread wide. Then he began again, but added a vibrator and riding crop to the torment. The riding crop would lightly strike directly on her nipples or clit sending bolts of erotic lighting through her body. Then the vibrator would sooth her tortured flesh as a counter balance to the crop. His lips, tongue and fingers also joined in and almost immediately Penny was back, flying in the special space dedicated for subs.

It was never enough to send her over the edge and her whimpers and moans turned into breathless pleas. "Oh God, Please Master, Oh God Please."

The entrées arrived and Penny never came down from her flight in sub space. She chewed and swallowed each bite mechanically without tasting anything as her master fed her. Her eyes were still glazed over as the food was finished and he began again.

Penny went to a whole new level of sub space and her whole body opened desperate for his soft touch or torment. Whatever he wanted to do, she wanted it too. She just wanted to give herself completely to him and gone was any rebellion. She soft whispered her pleas.

"Please Master ... Oh Master ... Use Me ... Take Me ... Yours ... Master Yours ... Please Oh Please Master."

Patrick's heart swelled in his chest. The spoiled Princess from Nebraska was being stripped from her and her defiance was fading. Penny felt it too, she no longer wanted to resist, but to bask in her Masters control over her. Not just her body, but her heart, her mind, her soul and free will. She wanted to give all she was to the only man that ever made her feel like this.

Every other man she had would be so enamored by her beauty they would tolerate her willful petulance and her spoiled Princess ways. However, her master stripped all of that from her and she lay before him with her heart open and bare ready to submit to anything he desired. He could have crushed her or abused her, but he didn't he understood that a woman's greatest gift is her submission. He took her gift, cherished it and treated it with the reverence it deserved.

With that he gave her a reward, told her to cum and put the vibrator directly on her clit. Every cell in her body exploded, rejoicing in the release her Master granted her. Her body locked, rigid in a silent explosion and she couldn't breathe, think or move. Only when her vision began to fade into darkness did her body relax enough to catch a breath. Then she screamed the cry of a joyful banshee and blasted into another cum just as big. Her body convulsed in the chair and without the ropes she would have fallen.

Penny's eyes were as big as saucers and the power surging through her was unlike anything she ever felt. She had been kept on the edge of an orgasm for close to an hour storing erogenous energy and now that erotic power had been released. The awe, bliss and rapture on her face filled Patrick loving pride. At this moment she was the most beautiful and incredible woman he had ever seen and his love for her created an ache in his chest.

Penny had no control over her body as untamed enthusiastic spasms gripped her body. Her eyes were glued to her Master's intense loving eyes as he took her from one massive cum to another, never letting up. Patrick loved watching his woman express her wild and exuberant elation with all her muscles rippling beneath her skin as she contorted passionately. She was especially gorgeous at moments like this when she had been stripped of her models facade and freely showed the pure passionate woman inside.

Penny had always been shy and modeling allowed her to step into someone else's shoes and pretend she was a gorgeous fantasy girl. Her master had taken her out of her shy models persona and let the real Penny come out of hiding. At moments like this she glowed with passionate beauty, radiated erotic womanhood and was the personification of Aphrodite, the love goddess. The affirmation of the crowd and loving fire in her master's eyes only reaffirmed everything she was feeling inside.

With every spasm her body rejoiced and sang the praises of the man that gave her this unbelievable bliss. She adored the man that pulled her out of her shyness and let her inner light shine like a beacon beckoning others to see what she had become. Every glorious muscle rippling cramp sent her spiraling towards the sexy, sinuous, incredibly stunning goddess she knew now she could be. However, only with her Master could she become the goddess of sex and love. Only he made her feel bewitchingly beautiful, scorchingly seductive and devastatingly loved.

Patrick pulled the vibrator from her clit and began to devotedly caressing her precious yet still wildly willful body. As her contortions began to fade Patrick used a towel beginning to wipe the glistening perspiration from her rippling skin. Then as her tremors began to fade he began untying the ropes that held her to the chair and finally removed the cuffs from her wrists. As the ropes loosened Penny began to sag in the chair limp and exhausted from her passionate, yet tempestuous surrender to her master.

The crowded restaurant suddenly burst into applause and cheers. For the audience this was the conclusion of an incredible demonstration of a submissive surrendering to her Master. For most it was a lesson in how deeply loving a master and sub relationship can be. Most were used to submission coming from whips, crops and paddles with pain and not from torturous passion. It was a lesson many took home with them.

Patrick dropped some money on the table that included a healthy tip and then gathered Penny into his arms. Penny's limp boneless body sat heavy in his arms as he carried her to the car. Along the way Penny wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his neck and as she kissed his neck she whispered.

"Oh my God Master I don't have any words. I love you, I love you so much. You stripped me of everything except your love and I will be yours forever."

He sat her in the car and climbed into the driver's seat. Penny was glad his car had bench seats so she could easily lay her head in his lap. He could feel her almost purring as she softly said. "Master, I tingle all over and when I see you or hear you, my nipples get hard and I quiver all over. Just being near you excites me more than anything I have ever done. I can't live without you Master, I love you."

Patrick looked down at her head laying in his lap and her eyes melting his heart. He knew he was the luckiest man in the world and he had to tell her how he feels.

"You know Penny that tingle you get when you just look at me ... just to let you know your master gets the same kind of tingle. To know that you are mine, I have marked you as mine. Then when I see how much you love it when I mark you, punish you, take you and prove you belong only to me, well it fills me and sustains me like nothing ever has."

"Baby your master gets mind-blowing tingles from all of that. I want you to know it's not just you baby. Watching my red hand prints appear on your tight little tush and then watching your muscles ripple as you fight the passion flowing through you is staggeringly erotic. There is something primal about claiming and marking your woman and it goes to your very primitive soul."

"For your Master it is the most soul satisfying thing I have ever experienced and my love for you deepens with every session. I think you know what I mean because it is gut level satisfying for you too. To have me take you, claim you, strip away your pride and make you mine, goes to the most primitive part of your heart. From listening to you, nothing fulfills you like an intense session with your Master."

"My eyes fondle you as I tie you up, caressing your skin as I bind you and my hot hungry look sends quivers in your belly. You know my hunger is going to be taken out on you. My hunger for you only fuels your excitement, your anticipation, your anxiety and yes even a little fear of what is going to happen.

I am getting off on your anxious looks and your bodies quivering anticipation, but you're getting off on my slow languorous looks as I appraise you, my property. I am gazing at your body looking for places to drive you wild. Because I want to see those crazy, wild and wanton looks in your eyes, the ripples and quivers run all over your body."

"It goes back to the animal caveman days, claiming my mate, bending her to my will and then marking her so everyone knows she belongs to me. It's primal, erotic and satisfying at a basic animal level. Both our bodies react without thinking, just animal passion and mating rituals. I am claiming my mate. Your struggle is to prove your worthy, but you finally submit and you acknowledge me as your master."

"What we have is raw, deep, primitive, fulfilling and nourishing like nothing else. What you and I have builds a trust, a bond and a connection like no vanilla couple could ever achieve. You have to believe and trust me completely, without hesitation or qualms, knowing that I will always protect you and keep you safe. Likewise, I believe in your love, devotion and complete subservience. We have become part of each other and can't exist without each other. Our love and passion is deep down, at a gut level we trust each other and without any hesitation, believe in each other."

After that they drove home in silence, but no more words need be spoken. They were joined together and forever would be. They were part of each other now. When they came home Patrick soothed and cherished his Sub, his woman in heart rending after play. He bathed her, shampooed her hair and massaged her tired muscles before they fell asleep in each other's arms.

*******

The next day was Lisa's repayment for letting Patrick know about Penny and allow him to save her. It was the grand opening of the newly expanded Clothing store and adult toy store. Lisa had renamed the new store "Wicked" and with all the wickedly sensual clothes and toys the name fit perfectly. Patrick had told Penny she would be modeling some of the clothes, but had not gone into any detail of the modeling job.

Penny woke on top of her master, with his downy chest hair tickling her face and his scent swirling around her. Immediately her body broke out in goose bumps and her nipples hardened. She snuggled deeper into his arms listening to his heartbeat, letting his heat warm her and tasting his salty skin. Last night had been a turning point for her and the man in her arms was all she wanted in life. She was his Sub and after a lazy morning in bed cuddling, Patrick and Penny arrived at the store a little before noon.

Lisa had set up a small buffet for all of the people helping her work the grand opening. Patrick ate a hearty brunch, but Penny ate lightly nervous about what she was going to be modeling. Lisa and Patrick had showed her the outfits earlier and three were very diaphanous sleepwear. One outfit involved some very sexy crotch less panties and a peekaboo bra. Her nipples hardened at the thought of how they would be revealed in that bra. Another was a completely transparent baby doll nightie while the last outfit was a harem style sleepwear. The other two outfits are very elegant clubbing clothes and she really couldn't tell how that would look on her, but she knew she would be very artfully displayed.

Since they they're already at the store, they walked down to the display window. People were already standing outside waiting to see the show, but they would have to wait. Penny took one look at the setup and knew her new Master was going to play her body like a Stradivarius.

The backdrop of the window made it look like a forest, dark and foreboding lots of trees. Towards the left side of the set was a rope spider's web and Penny could only assume somehow she would be what was caught in the web. On the left side stage was a pole with a bench hanging off of it and on the bench was what looked like half of a small barrel.

Between the ropes and the device on the other end Penny knew she would be naked and on display for everyone to see. What he was going to do to her and knowing she would be displayed had her already excited. She looked at the device on the pole and knew at the end of the night she would becoming harder, faster and more often than she thought possible before she met him.

Penny came over to Patrick and stretched her arms around his neck, laid her head on his chest and quivered in his arms. Then she looked up at him with unwavering love, a lot of lust and then she said.

"Master you've taught me so much over the last few days, things I never dreamed or imagined and things I didn't know my body was capable of. But you knew, you've always known how far I could go and what I could do. I don't think I can even exist anymore without you, the love and the discipline that you give me. I know tonight you're going to push me to the edge again and I just wanted you to know I will make you proud. I love you Master, I will always love you and I will always obey you."

"Penny I think you know how much your master loves you and as much as I enjoy showing everybody that you belong to me, right now I would rather be holding you in my arms and making slow sweet love to you."

"Yes Master, after this, please show me how much you love me and take me again as yours."

Patrick drew the curtain across the window and then had Penny disrobe, once naked Lisa entered and began to dress Penny in a body revealing outfit. In each outfit her body was not covered but artfully and erotically displayed and as she looked at herself she was more than naked. Her breasts were almost completely displayed along with other sexy parts in most of the outfits. She was modeling the most erotic clothing she had ever seen and after she Lisa had her dressed her master created rope cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

Her master attached the ropes to each cuff and her arms were pulled above her head. With each outfit she was bound in a different position on the spiderweb. Each position was designed to display various aspects of her tight delicious body. Once Penny was dressed Patrick opened the curtain and from now on it stayed open even during the wardrobe changes.

She modeled the first outfit and it was an extremely elegant dress. It was floor length with a high choker collar that opened into a large keyhole opening that flared from her neck out to her shoulders. Then it swooped down in the center barely covering her nipples and leaving the insides of her breasts bare. It tied together with a thin strap around her sternum with two snaps and then flared behind her into a train behind her. Everything below her breasts was bare, but framed nicely by the dress. They completed the outfit with a thong.

Penny was attached a spider's web with her arms high over her head. This had the effect of all lifting her breasts almost completely out of the dress. The edges of her areolas be seen at the top dress. Penny knew that if she took a deep breath her breasts would burst out of the top of the dress. Penny could see the lust in many of the people's eyes on the other side of the display window. She could tell they were also praying for her to take a deep breath and release her breasts from their captivity.

Her very sexy belly, hips and beautifully toned legs were all perfectly framed by the dress and completely on display for everyone viewing. Penny's whole body trembled with erotic heat, just like the first time when the photographer broadcast her exposed body on the web. There was something about being the subject of everyone's erotic fantasies made Penny tremble with excitement.

As she scanned the crowd outside the window she could see the lust in all of the men's and some of the women's eyes. People were licking their lips are adjusting their crotch in blatant arousal and Penny felt every eye caressing her exposed skin. Penny looked down at her erotically displayed body and she imagined what her master's hands would be doing right now. Then she looked over at her master and he was beaming with love, pride and a lot of lust.




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As she looked at him he nodded his head up and down and she knew what he was commanding her to do. She exhaled a shuddering breath and then gulped in a huge breath lifting her breasts out of the top of the dress and exposing her throbbing and thrusting nipples. Her face and chest flushed bright red, not from embarrassment, but with a scorching ravenous fever. All those lusting eyes only made her nipples throb and ache to be touched, licked or pinched.

Penny moaned passionately as she exhaled and her breasts would have dipped back inside her top except her turgid nipples caught on the upper lip of the dress. Penny whimpered as she felt the tug on her nipples and her eyes were pleading with her master to come and play with her. The pulling and scraping on her nipples, combined with all the lusty eyes raking her exposed skin had her writhing on the spider web.

Patrick watched his Sub writhe like a fly caught on a real spider's web. Her face was filled with passionate anguish as her body was filled with blistering heat. Her eyes swiveled to the gathering crowd, feeling their hunger and desire, returning to her master and once again pleading to be his plaything. He watched twist and squirm erotically presenting her body to the crowd for fifteen minutes before the next dress change.

For Penny this was the worst form of torture, to hang exposed to the crowd and her master never touched her. By the end of the fifteen minutes she was desperate for his touch, aching to feel anything her master desired. When he finally approached her she thrust out her chest pleading for his touch. Patrick grabbed both nipples between a thumb and forefinger and then squeezed. Penny gasp a whimpering moan and whispered, "Oooohh Yyyyeeeessss ... Oh thank you master."

Patrick kissed her and said. "You are being a good Sub and you will be rewarded if you keep it up."

She demurely dropped her eyes and responded, "Thank you master, I will do anything my master desires ... anything."

Patrick lifted her chin, looking deeply into her eyes feeling her love melt his heart and then he began untying her from the spider web. When Penny was standing on her quivering legs Patrick unsnapped the dress and stripped her in front of the panting crowd. Penny's eyes swiveled to the crowd wanting to see their lust as her naked body was completely exposed. Her Master latched onto her nipple and she returned her eyes to her master where they belonged. Patrick stepped back and Lisa came forward with the next dress.

Next dress was a fishnet dress very similar to the one she wore to the slave auction. Except this time she was naked underneath and fishnet hid nothing. Her glistening quim shown perfectly through the fishnet and her nipples to protruded through the holes in the fishnet. Her master lifted her into the air and bound her hanging on the Spider's Web in the shape of an X. For the next fifteen minutes Penny hung on the spider's web as the crowd outside grew and began to spill into the street.

A year ago she would've never dreamed of being bound, hanging defenseless, virtually naked in front of a crowd. She felt beautiful, helpless and sexy as her eyes darted to the crowd watching their reactions as they ogled her sensuously displayed body. Every eye seemed to caress her skin, making her womb knot and quiver, and her nipples throb and ache, with her love juices coding her inner thighs. She looked over at her master and her heart lurched in her chest. Oh how she loved this man with every fiber of her being and as she hung naked, powerless and vulnerable she realized how much. She loved being his play thing, she loved giving him power over her and she loved how he took control, made her feel things she never imagined and then made her his sub.

Time was up she was in once again unbound by her master and stripped in front of the gathering throng. He held her tight in his arms for a minute caressing her trembling satiny skin as she snuggled against his chest. As her master held her naked body she had never felt so gorgeous or loved. However, it was soon over as Lisa brought out the next dress. She was covered with drapes of see-through diaphanous fabric not really covering anything, but enhancing and drawing attention to the body underneath. They were now into the last three outfits which were all sleepwear.

This outfit was a harem outfit and the top was a vest with the large gap between her breasts held with two strings tied together. Large amounts of her and her breasts were displayed, but the material was so transparent that her thrusting nipples were on full display as well. Her entire belly was bare and the bottoms were more like see-through and diaphanous chaps. Penny shivered erotically as she realized there was nothing covering her bald and glistening pussy and they were on full display.

Penny looked at her master with the blistering heat in her eyes, pleading with him to play with her and let the crowd see that this body belongs to him. He looked back at her with the searing hunger in his eyes and Penny knew that soon she would have her wish. This time he tied her in a ballerina pose facing the spider's web. She was standing on one leg the other leg tied close to her head and her arms tied together over her head.

In this position her tight firm tush was the focus of attention. However, her swollen pussy lips could be seen shimmering between her muscular ass cheeks. For Penny this position was much worse, she couldn't see the crowd and her imagination was far more vivid than reality. She could imagine what the crowd was seeing and she envisioned people jockeying for looks at her exposed and gaping cunt. By the end the 15 minutes Penny had worked herself up to the blistering erotic heat and her pussy was dripping like a leaky faucet.

Penny's legs were quivering and shaking and had long since stopped supporting her. So when her master untied her from the spider's web she collapsed into his arms, desperately clinging to him. Her eyes were pleading desperately for him to do something to her and relieve the torture. As he stripped this costume from her Penny was shaking with the craving in her body showing through her frantic eyes. He gently kissed her forehead and said.

"My pet, you have been a good sub so far and if you continue will get your reward. I can see the hunger in your eyes and I know you want me to show these people I can play your body like a piano. You want me to drive you wild insane and if you're good all of these things will happen. So my love could control and let's get through the last two outfits and if you're good you will get your reward, but don't lose it to make me punish you instead."

"Yes master, but I need you so badly, I need to feel your love and your control. Thank you master for caring for me the way you do." Penny whispered into his neck.

Lisa came over and dressed her in the peekaboo bra and crotch less panties. Both were in white lace and very skimpy, not that it mattered since her swollen pussy lips and nipples were completely exposed. This time she was tied spread eagle against the spider's web and Penny thought this rather mundane outfit but give her a chance to regain control and cool down. However master had other ideas as he slid a remote control vibrating egg inside her pussy.

He whispered into her ear, "Don't let that slip out my pet make sure it's inside you always."

The next 15 minutes were pure erotic torment for Penny. Her master went over to the window and went through all the settings on the remote control. He was demonstrating each setting and their reactions on Penny's wildly thrashing body to the crowd. In her few moments of lucid thought she tried to clamp down and hold the egg inside her as her master command. However, each time she did it would slip further towards her lips and only the edge of the panties saved her from losing the egg. There were several times Penny felt her cum rushing towards her and she was powerless to stop it. Each time her master could tell by her face and body movements and he would back off, keeping her just on the edge.

It wasn't just the vibrating egg robbed her of her control, the crowd's reaction to her master's demonstration made everything 10 times worse. If it wasn't for the fact that her Penny had been bound to the spider's web she would've fallen to the floor. Her belly and legs were shaking with her muscles rippling under her skin. Her eyes were glazed in a lusty fog and she had lost the ability to control her body, her master was doing that now. When her master came to unbind her and get her ready for the last outfit, he had to hold her up because her legs would no longer support her.

As Patrick held her in his arms Penny's body was slick with perspiration and her mind was lost in an erotic fog. As he stripped her of this outfit she was whimpering with pleas of desperation. He looked into her vacant eyes and realized his plan was going to push her farther and then she has ever pushed her. He quickly dressed her in the diaphanous baby doll outfit that only succeeded in adding shimmering glow to the magnificent figure underneath.

He lifted her up and once again tied her to the spider's web with her feet off the ground. Penny was still shivering as her master removed the vibrating egg from her, but then he replaced it with a butterfly clit vibrator. He then slowly worked a vibrating butt plug through her sphincter and Penny began desperate pleas for mercy.

"Nnooooo, please master, nnoooo. I cum ... please master ... can't stop ... please master nooo."

Patrick stepped back, looking at the woman he loved. Her face was a mask of erotic agony and desperate need. Her body writhing stuck on the spider's web and she had never looked more magnificent than she did right now. He was so proud of her and she had never more stunningly beautiful than she did right now. He turned on the vibrating butt plug and watched Penny's body stiffen as she tried to control the fire burning through her. Next he turned on the butterfly clit vibrator and Penny arched away from spider's web like she had been shocked with a high-voltage current.

Patrick could tell she had no more control and was rapidly heading for massive orgasm, but he wasn't ready yet. He turned off both vibrators and watched her body sag against the ropes, gasping for breath. Once again he went the window demonstrating various settings in both vibrators. The crowd was in awe of Penny's erotic contortions as her master conducted a Symphony on her body. When 15 minutes were almost up he turned both vibrators to maximum and gave her permission to cum.

Every muscle in Penny's body rejoiced as her body arched away from the spider's web. Her stomach knotted into a hard six pack as her chest heaved trying to get air. All the muscles and tendons on her arms and legs strained against her skin as they tried to curl inwards and protect the erotic seizure in her core. As her first hard cramping cum eased a seizure racked her as a second orgasm piled on top of the first. The 15 minutes were up and Patrick turned off the vibrators, but Penny's body continued her wild and exuberant celebration with muscles rippling under her gleaming skin.

Penny had been in a fluffy erotic fog, floating in and out of subspace since her master first hung her on the spider web. She was drifting on a cloud with storms all around her and she was shivering as the passionate spring inside her tightened. She heard her master speak and then lighting struck. Her body and mind were struck by a massive jolt of loving power and she blasted into a space only her master could show her. The soft erotic cloud became a violent storm full of lighting, explosions and fireworks and it went on and on.

She lost track of everything until she felt her master stroking her body and kissing her face. As she started returning to earth she found herself in her master's arms and he was soothing her still spastic body. The clit vibrator was gone, but her ass was still stretched around the plug. Penny saw her Master and tears flowed from her eyes as the power of their love seized her heart and tightened in her chest. She pulled herself into his chest as once again his loving power controlled her and she had freely given herself to him.

Patrick whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry my love but the show isn't over, you have a lot more to endure and the best is yet to come."

Patrick walked around the display window giving his Sub a little time to recover and she was still shaking in his arms when she whispered.

"Master I am yours to use as you see fit. I am completely yours and I have given you the only thing I have to give because I love you. This body, this heart, all of me is yours for whatever and however you want me. I don't want anything or anyone else and all I am is yours. Continue Master and show everyone what you can do to your slave. Show how you can take my heart and mind to places I never dreamed of. Show everyone that I am yours to play with, yours to dominate and command."

Patrick looked down into the eyes of this woman and saw nothing but love. He saw Love that was freely given without expecting anything in return; love without expectations. Her love was innocent, pure and limitless. For a moment he stood still exalting in this incredibly beautiful, petite, sensuous and lovingly unbelievable woman in his arms. He realized that her gift of submission and her love was something very few men ever get and his heart swelled in his chest.

The first part of the show had been to present the stores fashions, but the second part was the toys. He slowly carried her over to the device he had built in the corner. Penny glanced at the device and sucked in a deep breath as she understood the full depth of this devilish device. It was a vertical pole with an adjustable cross bar designed like a bench. The cross bar had a Sybian adjustable vibrator complete with vibrating dildo and clit stimulators.

Patrick lowered the support bar with the Sybian and set Penny over it facing the pole. He started sliding the support member up until the dildo contacted Penny's pussy lips and began to slowly slide the dildo into her pussy. It was then that Penny remembered the butt plug was still in her because she was very tight as the dildo filled her. When it was completely embedded in her and her clit was in contact with the stimulators he then raised it a little more until Penny toes left the ground. Only then did he lock it in place.

He locked her hands in front of her in a pair of padded handcuffs and put the chain connecting the cuffs on a hook on the pole far above her head. He dipped his head and with his mouth began to work on her nipples getting them very hard, then attached nipple clamps with the chain between them going around at the pole. Now every time she jerked the clamps would tug on her nipples. By way of a demonstration and gave her a little swat on the ass and as she jerked away the chain held fast and her nipples received a nice yank.

"Oh Master, I see the genius of this. When I jerked away my nipples get pulled, getting an immediate twitch from my pussy sending my clit into the stimulators, causing me to jerk and tugging on my nipples again. Oh Master I love you so, you are a virtuoso the way you play my body."

He leaned over and gave her a teasing little kiss while his hands caressed her taut belly moving up to caress her tortured breasts and nipples. As he teased, caressed and kissed her, Penny moaned. "Oh Master your touch drives me wild ... God I love you so."

"I love you my baby, and the way you respond to me makes me feel like a god. You have given me the power to love you the way I do and the power to drive you insane with lust." Then holding her face in his hands and staring into those loves trusting eyes he added. "Baby, this is the last time I am going to display you and share your deliciously sensitive and passionate body with anyone. I only want you for me and I want to spent the rest of our lives loving each other. I love you so much and I ache when you're not in my arms."

Penny looked at him softy and lovingly as her eyes started to glisten, then she tilted her face up silently asking him to kiss her. He kissed her once more, turned on the Sybian to a clit throbbing setting and then said. "Are you ready to show everyone owns you and how you love your Master?"

As she nodded yes he looked to the display window and gave Lisa the nod to describe all the toys being used on Penny. As she described each toy he tug or caress her to demonstrate the toy and when she mentioned the butt plug he turned on the vibrator portion of that device.

There were at least one hundred people waiting for the show and they were four deep outside the window and more were coming every second. Within two or three minutes the crowd had doubled and they were eight deep outside the window with a lot of pushing trying to get a good view. He whispered into Penny's ear.

"There are over two hundred people watching you my love. They all want to see explode in orgasm, but they will just have to wait because you do not have permission yet, do you Pet?"

With that he gave a small tug on the nipple clamp chain and slid his finger through her pussy lips and into her pussy next to the dildo and began to lightly caress her g-spot.

'No, Oh Master ... Oh Oh Oh Master, No I can't cum without permission."

She started panting with her mouth open and head back. He couldn't resist and stuck his tongue deep in her mouth passionately ravishing her lips. She started quivering as he continued to ravage her with his tongue and finger. As he broke the kiss she moaned.

"Oh god Master, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, you already have me close to the edge."

"I love how you respond to me, how sensitive you are to my touch; just make sure you don't cum till you have permission." He said.

He brought out a deerskin flogger and lightly swatted her butt and this set in motion the cycle of nipple tugs and pussy twitches Penny previously experienced. Penny's mantra of "Oh God" was continuing and seemed closer together. He used a languid pace and would lightly caress her with the flogger every 30 seconds or so and in between he would caress her belly, back, butt, breasts and clit. He was slowly, but more importantly, lovingly, building her passion with the goal of having her peak at about the 45 minute mark.

He knelt beside her and began to tease her brown star with the vibrating butt plug. Penny gasp and moaned loudly as she felt the plug teasing in and out of her asshole and he could see her quivering as her head rolled back and her mouth came open in an extended moan. She continued to writhe pressing her clit against the Sybian as he worked the butt plug in her ass until Penny was gasping and panting trying to stay the sensations racking her body.

"Oh Master ... Oh god my devious Master ... I'm so stuffed ... I don't know if I can stop the cum ... Oh Oh Oh ... My Master ... your driving me crazy ... oh god how I love what you do to me."

They were about 20 minutes into "The Toy Show" and he cranked up the Sybian a couple of notches.

Penny was squirming on the Sybian and he could see a concentration on her face as she started trying to hold back the orgasm that was lurking just over the horizon threatening to sweep her away. Her squirming and twitching would occasionally engage the chain attached to her nipple clamps and she would jerk back in response. Every time this happened he saw her face slip.

The nipple clamps were the dastardly part of this set up, because every time the chain yanked on her nipples, it broke her concentration and she was dragged closer to the orgasmic cliff before she regained control. He would make it worse for Penny because at odd intervals he would use the flogger on her trembling belly or quivering ass. Each time it would break her concentration for a second and she would slip even closer to that impending orgasm then she would beg to cum and let the orgasmic tsunami consume her.