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Descent Ch. 01

By: Tenebrae



Her touch was as cold as death as it brushed the back of his neck. He could feel her presence from across the room, feel her eyes burning into his back. It was all he could do to stop himself from trembling. 

“You seek me human?” Came her voice.

It took several attempts to answer. “I do,” he replied.

His response was met with silence. All he could hear was the soft tapping sound her heels made as she walked around him. It would have been a relief to at least hear her breathing but the absence of breath just served to remind him of what he was dealing with here.

“You fear me,” she stated. “That is good. That is proper. To fear me is to know what I am.”

An involuntary bead of sweat ran down his neck, scurrying down to bury itself in his chest hair. Too late, she swiftly licked it from his bare neck, an action that caused him to jump. She was amused by his reaction.

“Do not fret little one,” she purred, “I haven’t decided whether to bleed you yet or not.”

Her black fingernail traced a path down his back.

“Not everyone gets to be my plaything…”

Silence followed but he could still hear her strutting in the background. He knew that she was analysing him, taking in the shape and form of his body. He recalled what he had read in the books, how the slightest display of weakness would be met with death. And not the kind of death he could hope to come back from either. But then, he knew the risks and had been completely at peace with becoming a statistic before he had even begun this journey. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, he was already dead.

“Face me.”

Heeding her command, he turned on his heel.

“Open your eyes, see what I am,” she commanded.

Shuddering at the thought of what he might face, he tentatively opened his eyes. Before him stood the shape of a beautiful woman. Sleek and sensual, her body coiled inside a pair of leather trousers and a black shirt. Dark, raven black hair contrasted with pale, china white skin as it cascaded past her face. To the casual observer, one might think she was a dominatrix of a kind. But no, she did more than control the body. One look into her black eyes could tell you that she controlled the soul as well. And that was why Adam knew she was who he had been looking for.

She had been hard to find at first. Everyone had heard of her, but no-one knew where she could be found. But he had been persistent and after dozens of leads that turned into dead ends he had found himself here. Unfortunately, having now got here, his only desire was to leave as fast as he could.

“Why do you seek me?” she asked, a knowing smile betraying her amusement.

Adam tried to answer but his breath was caught in his throat. No matter, she finished for him.

“You want me to gift you,” she continued. “You want my blessing…why?”

“I wish to be like you,” he managed.

She smiled at this. It was a wicked smile, as if she had heard this story before from many others. She had, but Adam wasn’t to know this. She studied his body. He was strong, well built although not especially muscled. That would change, she thought to herself. She could smell the blood in his veins from here, the sound of it rushing around his body arousing her.

“Let me tell you what you want boy,” she said, idly examining the small knife she had picked up from the table. “You feel your life has no meaning and that you are an outsider. You figure that if the world considers you an outsider, you will accept your role and have thus sought me out to be with me and my kind.”

Adam tried not to answer. She had him to a tee. He was a fool for coming here. He had thought he was going to find liberation but now knew he was staring at nothing less than death itself. He wanted to run, hide.

“Close your eyes.”

He shut his eyes, involuntarily squeezing them shut in an effort to block out the coming nightmare.

“Before I kill you, know that I shall enjoy you first,” she whispered, millimetres from his ear. “I like to play with my food…”

Silence descended upon the room like a thick blanket. Adam could have sworn she had left the room if it were not for the almost tangible fear that pounded in his chest. He waited.

And waited.

There was nothing.

And then there was a rush, a roar and he was aware of sharp nails digging into his arms, lifting him from the floor and tossing him carelessly through the air. He hit the hard stone wall and dropped limp onto the bed. Something warm dribbled from his mouth. Without needing to see, he recognised the iron taste of blood.

“Mmmmm, my favourite flavour,” came her voice as she approached.

Eyes flickering open, Adam was able to see her just as she leapt on top of him and kissed him firmly. She was naked, breathing heavily as she pressed her tongue into his mouth, licking at the blood as it flowed from his ruptured gums.

Her body pressed into him as she kissed his bloody mouth and despite the pain in his head, he found himself erect. He body was cool yet not the icy cold he had expected. Her small breasts pressed up against his naked chest. He could feel the hard points of her nipples, the warmth of her sex. Ripping the trousers from his frame, she rendered him naked, his large cock laid bare for her to see. A small smile flickered on her face as she took in the size of his erect member. It had been a while since she had seen one that size. She took it in her hand and sucked at the end of it.

Adam gasped as he felt himself in her mouth. He could feel the sharp points of her teeth as she sucked him. She was good and he could already feel a pressure building in his loins from her expert ministrations. Clearly thousands of years of experience gave you expert technique. As he looked down at her, he caught her gaze. All he could see in her eyes was hatred. An ageless fury burned in her eyes as she filled her mouth with his cock. Stopping just short of orgasm, she removed her mouth and spat on the floor.

“Filthy creature!” she cried, “Trying to fill my mouth with your seed!”

She sprang on top of him, roughly shoving his cock inside her cunt. Adam gasped from the sudden pressure around him but didn’t have a moment to appreciate it as she gripped his wrists and twisted them, locking him into an agonising hold.

“You will die tonight,” she promised, smiling. “But then, you knew that anyway…”

With that, she began to rock on him, her tight cunt gripping his cock as it sunk deep into her. She gave no thought for his pleasure as she moved, her one priority to bring herself off. This sorry excuse for a man beneath her may be pathetic but he was fresh meat and had a nice large cock for her to play with. In fact, the breadth of it was stretching her in a very pleasant way, her rocking producing a set of familiar sensations deep within her. It would be a shame to have to kill him.

Writhing beneath her, Adam knew he was doomed. He had willingly walking in here and this thing had taken all his willpower away. As she held him, his arms twisted painfully, all he could think of was getting away from this harridan before she killed him. However, he knew such an escape was impossible. Looking up at this monster, he saw her eyes, filled with passion, her lips slightly parted in pleasure and her luxuriant dark hair hanging limp around her thin face as her monstrous pussy sucked the life out of his dick. Despite himself, he could feel his orgasm building, his prick oblivious to the danger as he was fucked by this succubus. 

Above him, she began to pant and moan, the constant motion of his cock in her cunt driving her higher and higher. As she began her ascent to ecstasy, she felt the hunger build in her gut. He was close too, she could tell and the knowledge drove her higher. Suddenly, the joy was upon her, the feeling of warmth sweeping through her body, making her shudder. Only one thing remained.

Adam looked up as the pale body squirmed atop his member, her grunting a sure sign that she had reached her peak. She looked down at him, her true face revealed, eyes yellow and teeth bared. It was time to die.

Adam screamed.

She descended on him, her teeth biting deep into the flesh of his neck. Blood squirted from the wound and into her mouth, the warmth intensifying her orgasm as she fed. As Adam’s world became pain, he felt his pressured balls release their load, wad after wad of thick cum spurting into her moist and welcoming cunt.

She squirmed as she felt his cum shoot inside her, the release pushing her orgasm even further until there seemed there would be no end. She drank of him, his vital fluids running down her gullet as her pussy twitched from the load deposited there. Her vision blurred as shudders of joy racked her body, the orgasm coming to an abrupt end as the last few sips of blood drained from her victim’s throat.

Adam was close to expiration. Missing vital pints of blood, his world started to slip away, his body falling prey to shock. Before him, the pale, naked form of his tormentor loomed over him. He could see her bloody mouth crease into a wicked grin.

She was satisfied. She hadn’t had sex like that for many, many years. Maybe, just maybe, he was worth keeping…

As Adam’s vision swam, she reached for him, pulling him near. He could see she had taken the knife she had been toying with earlier and pressed it to her breast. The sharp blade had sliced a neat gash in her nipple and the surrounding flesh. Pale blood seeped from it. Drawing him close to her bloody tit, she grasped his unresisting head and pulled him into her. Taking her nipple into his mouth, he was barely able to muster the energy to suck. Sensing his weakness, she gripped her breast and squeezed. The rich fluid shot into his mouth, the bitter iron taste consuming his senses. He could barely keep from falling into unconsciousness as she fed him. 

As he fed, she purred in pleasure, the sensation of blessing him the final cap on a perfect encounter. As Adam slipped into a deep and final sleep, she let him drop onto the bed, his sightless eyes focussed on somewhere beyond mortal vision. Wiping the remnant of his blood from her lips, she leant close to him and whispered into his ear.

“Rest well, sweet one and find your peace in my blessing. Regain your strength, for you shall need it…”

TO BE CONTINUED….?

Descent Ch. 02



Falling…

Over and over, wind rushing past as he fell.

There was no sound, no vision, nothing but the sensation of falling. He had ceased screaming a long time ago. Any attempt to express his fear would have been pointless. He could not tell how long he had been under or where he was going but pain was his companion, torment his curse.

But in his ears, he could hear a pounding. A solid, rhythmic sound, continuous, perfect…primal. As he sensed the ground approaching, the sound became louder, more identifiable. It was warm, fluid. It pounded in his ears, demanding to be heard.

He was…hungry…

Light and sound danced in his eyes and ears. As he came to, they began to resolve themselves into recognisable things. He was aware of soft, linen sheets on his skin and the smell of burning incense as the rest of his senses reported in. Looking down, he could confirm that he was in a large bed covered in fresh linen, a small, obviously scented candle burning next to him. He was naked beneath the bedclothes and the only light in the room seemed to be coming from the candle. Even so, he found himself still able to see in the darkness, objects assuming an eerie, purple outline as he cast his gaze around the room.

Rising from his bed, pain shot through his body, forcing him to collapse back into its warm embrace. His entire body burned as if he had just spent the last 24 hours working out. Every muscle screamed out at him, each of them with their own tale of abuse to tell. He laid back in the bed, listening to the flicker of the candle. It was then that he became aware of another sound.

It was a tiny scuffle of feet, but soft, as if someone were walking barefoot. His curiosity aroused, he managed to pull himself upright, ignoring the protestations of his muscles. He glanced around the room again, taking in the stone floor, the red velvet curtains around his bed and the dark, brick walls. Later on, he would swear he smelt her first.

She was lying curled up in a ball at the foot of his bed. Her nut brown hair fell over her face, hiding her features from him, her head held low, close to her white dress. He could tell though, that she was young. She appeared to be sleeping. Unsure whether she knew anything about where he was or what he was doing here, he reached out to touch her.

The iron door to his cell swung open with a bang. He jumped to his feet, the sudden shriek of pain from his body causing him to sit down on the bed. Beside him, the young girl jerked her head up at the sound, a look of sudden panic on her face.

“Well now, aren’t we the heavy sleeper?” came a voice from the corridor. “Did we have a lot to leave behind up there?”

The speaker was another woman, but far removed from the girl on the floor. She was tall and dark haired and regarded him with affection. She was dressed in an exquisite blood red dress that barely contained her voluptuous figure. A wicked smile played on her lips as she took in the scene before her.

“You’re probably a little dazed from the journey I expect. How was it?”

“How was what?” he replied, his throat dry from lack of use.

“Dying,” she asked. “Hell of a rush, I found. I wish I could go back and do it again. I’m Alycia by the way.”

She crossed the room and started inspecting him, tilting his head to one side and checking around his neck and back.

“I died?” he uttered.

“Yep, I’m afraid so,” she said, “but Lilith likes you, so she decided to keep you as her pet for a while. You never know, if you get lucky, she may even turn you loose after a few decades.”

He sat there, trying to take in what was being told to him. At the mention of Lilith’s name, a sudden flash of memory sparked in his brain followed by a coldness that made him shiver.

“What are you looking for?” he asked. “And do you know who I am?” He almost laughed as the ridiculous question left his lips.

“I’m checking to see how your body is developing after the turning. Normally aches like a bitch for a while as you adjust. As for your name, Lilith never mentioned one. I’m sure she’ll give you one when the time is right.”

He paused for a second, digesting the information. As he was about to ask his next question, she suddenly grabbed his head and prized his mouth open.

“Ooh, nice set,” she muttered. “Have you…?”

Her question was silenced though as she noticed the girl on the floor.

“What’s this?” she asked. “You haven’t even touched your breakfast!”

He looked over to where she had pulled the girl off of the floor. Alycia had grasped the girl and was checking her neck. At the sight of the girl’s pale skin, he felt something twist in his stomach.

“You know, you’re a very lucky guy as well,” she said, “not many people get to drink from Lisa here. Lilith likes to keep her all to herself.”

Lisa seemed not too perturbed at being manhandled by Alycia as the taller woman stood behind her. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed, even though completely silent.

“If you don’t want her, I may have to drain her myself,” she said before stooping to lick Lisa’s neck.

As she tasted her skin, he noticed the two prominent fangs in Alycia’s mouth. Out of curiosity, he ran his tongue over his top set of teeth. Sure enough, his incisors were abnormally long. But as he began to understand what might have happened to him, his gut exploded in pain.

Doubling over, he felt an emptiness open up inside him, as if his stomach was a black hole, pulling his guts down into it. Every breath was agony. Just as he thought he might pass out from the pain, his nostrils filled with a warm smell, a smell that promised relief. Looking up, he saw that Alycia had bitten down into the back of Lisa’s neck, a familiar red fluid now running down her front, dribbling into her cleavage and staining her white dress. The sight of it filled him with longing.

“She’s good,” said Alycia, pausing in between sips, “you’d better get some now or there’ll be none left.”

Lurching to his feet, he grabbed Lisa and bit deeply into her white skin, causing the young girl to gasp at his assault. As Alycia sucked from the other side, he drank from her neck, the ruby red liquid gushing into his throat, satisfying his desire. The red warmth flooded his senses, the emptiness vanishing back into the darkness as he stifled his craving with blood. So intense, so satisfying was the feeling of it, he forgot where he was and sank back into blissful pleasure. It was only when he felt strong hands pulling at him that his senses snapped back into place.

Alycia gathered him up and laid him on the bed as the joy of it all seeped from him. He watched as Alycia stanched Lisa’s wounds and applied appropriate medical care. He was warmed by how Alycia cared for their victim, tending her injuries and whispering soothing words to her. Lisa had remained mute throughout but he could tell from a weak smile how she had enjoyed it. A warmth that emanated from her body told him that she had climaxed while being drunk from. He wasn’t sure how he could tell, but he was beginning to appreciate that he may have acquired some sort of psychic power during his descent into vampirism. As Alycia finished with Lisa, she crossed the room to talk to him.

“You see what happens when you don’t eat properly?” she admonished, the devilish smile lighting her face again. She stood over him as he lay on the bed, her voluptuous figure picked out by the candlelight.

“That felt so good,” he replied. “Why did you make me stop?”

Alycia’s face took on a grave demeanour. “Our donors give themselves to us freely, allowing us to satiate our desires in return for their pleasure. There are not many humans who would give us such a gift. Start killing them and you will soon find yourself either starving or dead.”

“I understand,” he said. “I still can’t believe how good it felt. But now I just feel so…”

“Horny?” she asked. Alycia had raised the hem of her dress, revealing her pussy. It was as dark haired as her head and neatly trimmed. To his heightened senses, it smelled inviting.

“Mmmm,” he agreed, his member swelling at the thought.

He pulled her down onto the bed without resistance, kissing her bloody mouth, tasting Lisa’s blood and Alycia’s passion. She grasped his cock and began to pump it back and forth, the heat from it driving her wild with anticipation. 

Finding the fasteners on Alycia’s dress, he rapidly pulled them apart, his sharp fingernails tracing a pattern of desire down her back. She pulled the dress off, revealing her curves to him. She pushed herself against him, her large breasts crushed against his chest as she kissed his soft mouth. As she kissed her way down his body, she occasionally nibbled at him with her long teeth, a playful look in her eyes. Stopping at his cock, she slipped his length into her mouth, gently sucking on it. He could feel the sharp points of her incisors as she sucked at him, her right hand gently caressing her clit.

Her skilful sucking was taking him to new heights but somehow, she knew when to stop, tormenting him with an orgasm that would never come. She could feel him trying to thrust deeper into her mouth when she pulled away, smiling at his eagerness.

“Ah, ah,” she said, “You’ve got to get me off first. And then you’ll have to come in her mouth. She deserves it”

He looked over to where Lisa was sitting against the wall. She had her legs spread wide, her dress bunched up around her waist as she furiously fingered herself. Her eyes were fixed on the action in front of her as she masturbated, her fingers a frenzy of activity. 

Turned on by the thought of an audience and determined to give her a good show, he removed himself from Alycia’s mouth and threw her roughly onto her back. Intrigued by his new assertiveness, she offered no resistance as he descended between her legs, his soft lips expertly kissing all her vulnerable spots.

She gasped as he worked on her pussy, his swift tongue teasing her clit, probing deeper into her hole as his sharp teeth dug into her lips. Her gasping changed to moaning when he bit into the area around her clit, sending shudders around her system. She looked over at Lisa, who having already fingered her way to one orgasm was now rubbing her pussy in anticipation of another.

“I’ll get him to do this to you later,” she promised, watching their donor. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Lisa nodded furiously in reply, her middle finger resting on her clit as she rubbed it with renewed vigour.

As he probed Alycia’s pussy, he allowed a finger to slip between her buttocks and down to the small puckered hole of her anus. She squirmed in response, gladdened by his boldness. Sensing her arousal, he lifted her bottom, spreading her cheeks so he could gently lick the red ring. 

“Christ, he’s a dirty little fucker,” moaned Alycia, looking over to where Lisa sat. She turned her attention to where he had returned to her damp pussy. “Come on then, stick your cock up my hole dirty boy!”

Needing no further invitation, he grabbed her by the waist and turned her over on the bed, practically flinging her onto her front. As she went to raise herself on her elbows, he placed a hand on the back of her neck and restrained her, keeping her face firmly entrenched in the pillows. With his other hand, he rubbed her hairy pussy, tormenting her by occasionally rubbing her clit and jabbing a savage finger inside her. He was monstrously aroused but he was getting off on the power that was surging inside him. Holding Alycia down, her admired her round buttocks that were pointed at him. She grunted under his restraint, sighing as he rubbed his cock against her fleshy lips. 

“Ugh, come on you fucker,” she growled, “stick it in me!”

Shuddering from the sheer thrill of it all, he gently pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. She was wet and received his member gratefully, the muscles of her cunt almost sucking at him, drawing him deeper. Becoming suddenly bored of teasing her, he drove forward, pushing ever inch of his thick cock into her. She tensed under his hands, the rapid assault of her sex becoming intensely painful for a second, followed by waves of pleasure as he filled up every inch of her.

Emboldened by her cries of joy, he began to pound into her furiously, hammering into her wetness. Alycia squirmed underneath him, his restraint driving her pleasure deeper into the depths of submission. From her position face down in the covers, she could see Lisa sat against the wall, both hands in her lap as she touched herself. Lisa had one finger deep in her cunt while she rubbed her aroused clit. Her assailant noticed their young audience.

“You like watching don’t you?” he asked, looking over to where their donor masturbated. 

Lisa was barely able to concentrate long enough to nod.

“Maybe when I’m done with her, I’ll fuck you too. Maybe. If you’re a good girl and keep watching, I’ll let you taste my cum. Sound good?”

Lisa looked at him and nodded again, a small whimper of suppressed pleasure escaping her lips.

“Let me up you cunt!” cried Alycia, bored of her submission. “I’ll fuck you dry!”

He smiled to himself. The power trip of holding Alycia down was exhilarating but he knew she was begging to let rip. Gently, he let go of the back of her neck.

As soon as he had released her sufficiently, she sprang up, his cock jumping from her with a wet pop. She dived on him, wrapping her legs around his back. Reaching beneath her, she guided him back inside. As soon as her warmth encompassed him again, she began to writhe on top of him, her hot cunt milking him for all he was worth.

Grunting in pleasure, he kissed her, their teeth clashing together as she rode him. Her breasts were crushed up against him, their hard nipples pressing into his chest. Gripping one of them, he rubbed the rosy surface producing another suppressed moan from his lover. Sensing their arousal, he lifted the heavy tit to his mouth and sucked on its tender teat.

“Oh gods!” she shrieked as she felt his sharp teeth either side of her nipple. “Keep doing that and I’m going to come all over you!”

Knowing that was an invitation, he considered leaving her breasts alone just to torment her. But he sought release and knew it would be rude to leave her unsatisfied. He bit down hard on her breast, clamping the nipple between his lips and sucking hard. His ministrations were met with further shudders from her astounding body as she increased her pace, much to his pleasure. As she wriggled, her cunt muscles pulled at his member, almost as if they were begging to suck the seed from him. Further grunts from her signalled that her orgasm was fast approaching as the movements of her body became more and more frenetic.

“Come closer,” she called to Lisa, “watch me cum.”

Lisa obeyed and crawled over towards the bed. She had stripped off her sweat soaked dress and was now completely nude. Her lithe young body glistened with sweat from where she was still fingering herself. However now she had her eyes locked on Alycia’s cunt as it pumped up on down on her lover’s big cock. 

“Watch me,” ordered Alycia, stroking Lisa’s elfin face. “Watch me… urgh…cummmm!!!”

With that her body began to shake, her eyes rolling into her forehead as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure shot through her. Her stomach tensed as she ground her crotch onto his cock, her cunt pumping against him, rubbing her engorged clit against his prick. As she squirmed, she fixed her eyes on Lisa, who had three fingers inside herself while gripping one of her tight little nipples. Screaming, Alycia hit her peak and slid down to satisfaction, sighs escaping her as she slowed.

“Ugh,” he grunted, feeling Alycia slow. “Going to cum!”

Snapping back to reality, Alycia looked down. He was close to orgasm, Alycia’s climax pushing him closer.

“No!” she gasped, “Not in me! Give her her reward!”

Leaping off of him, Alycia dragged him upright, pulling him close to the edge of the bed where Lisa teetered on the edge of her third orgasm. Seeing his large cock coming towards her, she opened wide, her eyes almost begging him to stick it into her soft mouth. A small whimper emanated from her as he loomed above her.

Alycia grasped his enormous organ and shoved it roughly into Lisa’s mouth.

“Cum now,” she said, “fill her pretty mouth with your hot seed!”

Looking down at Lisa’s pretty young face as she stared back up at him, it would have been hard for any man to hold himself back. As she plunged both hands into her groin, one deep inside her cunt, the other dancing on her clit, he felt his balls tense. As Lisa hit her private spot, he came in her mouth, a flood of thick, creamy spunk hitting the back of her throat. Lisa’s orgasm shook her as she tried to swallow his massive load. Her orgasmic grunting suppressed by his thick cock, she almost choked as she sucked his cum down her gullet. But her throat moved rapidly, sucking every last drop and swallowing his spunk from him. When he was finally clear, he withdrew from her, gasps coming from her as she came down from her own orgasm.

“Very good,” said Alycia approvingly. “You may go now.”

As Lisa gathered her dress and left, he fell back onto the bed. Lisa’s mouth had felt so good, he almost wanted to keep her around to see what the rest of her was like. But at the same time, he felt tired and wanted to spend some more time with Alycia. He still had so many questions.

“Is this what it’s like here everyday?” he asked, “or do I get special treatment for being a newcomer?”

Alycia smiled as she curled up next to him in bed. As her curvy body pressed into him, she reached for his cock again.

“My dear,” she replied, “Welcome to heaven. I think you’re going to fit in just fine…”

There was a wet pop as she slipped his cock into her mouth…

TO BE CONTINUED…



Descent Ch. 02



...thanks to those who've left comments – adds to the pleasure...

The First Lesson

Her Mistress laughed, pulled her shoe away from Jen's lips and walked around the kneeling girl. 

"Get up" she instructed, Jen obeyed.

"Bend over my desk"

Jen's heart began to quicken, she moved forward and lowered herself across the broad stained-wood desk. Her breasts bulged outwards as they were pressed onto the writing pad. She hooked her hands over the far edge of the desk, holding on to it as though she thought she might slide off. 

The desk was not quite waist high and therefore her back was arched up towards her bottom, which sat proudly, highest of all. The tiny plaid skirt was no defence for this sort of position; it simply lifted up, providing a frame for the soft, perfectly formed pillows of her backside. The suspender straps now pulled tightly across her, causing two shallow grooves across the otherwise perfect roundness.

Jen was acutely aware of the cool air caressing her arsehole. Without her knickers, and placed in this position it was a part of her body that was sensitive to being so exposed. She imagined its puckered shape, larger than life, standing proud now for all to see. The blood rushed once again to redden her face. 

But her arsehole wasn't the only thing reminding her it was being exposed. Her pussy was already wet, and that wetness reached out to the fresh air, sucking the coldness in, providing sensations in direct contrast to the heat going on inside.  

She sensed her new Mistress approach from behind and then gasped as a hand stroked her exposed flesh. The other woman's hand was cold where it had been holding the wine glass. Jen could detect every move it made across her upturned rear.

"Move your legs apart," Mistress instructed slapping at Jens thighs, Jen silently obeyed.

The Mistress started sliding her hand up over Jen's thigh and backside. She made a claw with her fingers so that she could scrape over the presented flesh with her nails. The sensation sent shivers speeding through Jen's system. In her mind's eye Jen pictured a cat pawing its captured mouse.

Once more Jen gasped as she felt the nails, sliding up the stockings of one leg. Up and up, across the lace tops and onto flesh. Jen couldn't believe how turned on she was, 'please touch it, please touch it!' But the nails stopped, and started again on the other leg. Scraping up the inside of her thigh. This time as they approached the very top Jen could not resist and subtly moved her crotch down to meet the rising hand. Her pussy briefly had contact, but it was immediately withdrawn, and then just as immediately a stinging slap struck her on the arse. The moan that had been forming in her throat from the contact with her pussy, exploded out as a gasp at the stinging blow.

"Fucking bitch" reproached the Mistress, "How dare you put your enjoyment above my own!"

"I'm sorry Mistress," pleaded Jen with genuine regret. It scared her when someone took issue with her, especially if they were harsh to her. "I couldn't help it."

"Well you'd better bloody learn to help it." Her Mistress grabbed something from the desk. 

Jen was about to issue another plea for forgiveness when another stinging blow landed on her backside. She rocked forward on the desk. Her Mistress had used a ruler to strike her. She had felt the flesh on her backside wobble with the force. 

Just as the stinging was fading to be replaced with a far more pleasant warmth, another blow landed.

"Ahhh..."

"An early lesson for you my slut," said her Mistress, followed by another strike across her bottom.

Her Mistress then reached out her hand, Jen flinched at the sensation expecting another blow but her Mistress was stroking the reddening flesh in front of her. 

"Ahh feel that warmth," she commented "Lovely."

She then reached down between Jen's legs and tickled her pussy lips, 

"Is that what you wanted?" She asked teasingly 

"Ohhh," moaned Jen, she couldn't keep up with the rapidly changing sensations taking over her body

"My! You're a juicy one," added her Mistress as she rubbed Jen's pussy some more.

Jen couldn't stop herself moaning, she hadn't believed it was possible to be so turned on, she was completely helpless to the yearning inside her. With each manipulation from her Mistress she moved nearer and nearer to orgasm. Then without warning – SMACK – another striking blow across her bottom. This one had been low; the draft caused by the speeding ruler blew between her legs teasing her sopping pussy with cold fingers. The mixture of sensations was delightfully agonising.

"Your pleasure is mine to give," SMACK, "oohh"

"Or mine to take," SMACK, "aahh"

"If you want something, anything, you will ask me," SMACK, "mmnn!"

"If it amuses me you will beg me," SMACK 

"Has this lesson been understood by you?" SMACK, "oh! Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress"

"Have you learnt from this?" SMACK "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

"Very well. You are new and I have not given you instructions yet, so we will overlook this." 

Jen's burning bottom wasn't feeling particularly overlooked, although Jen noticed that while the strikes themselves were very much a punishment, the after effect, the warm throbbing glow that now engulfed her, was extremely pleasant. Nothing that had happened had stopped the yearning in her crotch, if anything it had increased the production of fluids down there in her inner folds.

Suddenly she felt something slap against her pussy lips. Pat, pat, pat. Her Mistress had the ruler between her legs and was bouncing it upwards. Patting her pussy with it.

"My god, look how wet you are", Pat, pat, pat

Each tap sent vibrations to massage Jen's clit, slowly but surely. She felt them like drops of water dripping into a Japanese water toy. Each drop increasing the weight of the water, until there is a shift, the counter balance upset and the toy tips the water crashing out in a flood before springing back to be refilled again. 

"You are a slut aren't you?" Pat, pat, pat.

More drops to be added, the ripples expanding, sending their sensations through Jen's cunt. "Yes Mistress" replied Jen

"Yes what?" Pat, pat, pat

"ooohh, ah, Yes Mistress, I am a slut"

"And whose slut are you?" Pat, pat, pat, the taps became harder, firmer

"oh my god, aahh, I am your slut Mistress" Pat, pat "please don't stop Mistress, ahh" pat, Pat, Pat "Oh, Mistress please..." PAT, PAT, PAT and the balance shifted, the point of no return, the water was going to come flooding out.

Jen groaned uncontrollably, grunting as the spasms shook her body in waves. She bucked against the desk until she was spent and then simply lay there, in the same position but now resting.

Her Mistress moved around the desk and now sat in the chair in front of Jen's sweat dampened face, smiling. She opened a drawer and pulled out a document. She threw it on the desk beside Jen. 

"These are the instructions. Consider it a training manual. It is not necessarily complete," sweetly she added, "You may even want to make your own suggestions one day. But make sure you learn it. Learn it off by heart, you will be expected to conform and I won't like it if my slut fails."

Jen began to revive a little and raised herself from the desk, picking up the document. 

"You have until the weekend," continued her Mistress, "On Saturday you will return here, to my office, ten a.m. We will see how well you have done. You may go now."

Jen went to pick up her thong that had been left on the desk.

"You can leave that. You won't need it. Page two." Her Mistress indicated the instructions.

Jen blushed, turned and left.

The Instructions

Perched on the edge of the bath, her back to the wall, Jen felt incredibly alive. It may have been to do with the glass of wine that she had already drunk, or it may have been to do with the atmosphere of ceremony that she was aware of, but it seemed to her that her senses were currently enhanced. 

She felt the harsh chill of the wall on her back, but the steam rising from the water-filled tub condensed with tender warmth on her thighs. These were spread either side of the bath, her feet up. She could smell the steam mingling with the clean fragrance of the shaving foam that she had smeared across her pussy. It smelt nice. She had already removed most of her pubic hair and was preparing to perform the coup de grace on any remaining bristles. She swished the razor in the bath water and commenced carefully with the purging. 

The instructions had been very clear about the importance of personal hygiene for 'those who offer their service'. No body hair was allowed, not unless granted by a Mistress at least. Jen's hair was blonde and soft, and she knew that she would need to get some of that cream to dissolve her hair away to avoid stubble later, but she hadn't had time, and had been far to excited to put off following the instructions straight away.

It was easier, here in the privacy of her apartment. But she tried to enforce a sense of occasion. She knew these actions were symbolic, she knew that everything she was doing was re-affirming her decision to become the servant of her Mistress – or lack of decision not to - and that added to her excitement. 

She swished the blade again and continued the operation. She went over in her mind the things she had read so far. She was of course to obey all commands from her Mistress instantly and without question. She was to ensure her skin was hairless in the right places and smooth. She was to take good care of her skin, hair and teeth. After all, these did not belong to her anymore. She was to be sure she exercised, and ate well; the way she presented herself was a reflection on her Mistress.

She swished the blade again. She could feel the wetness building inside her. My God how easy it was for her body to betray her. How easily she warmed to being submissive. To follow a set of instructions appeared to be heaven to her. Of course that was another instruction. She was not to cum without her Mistress' permission. The very knowledge of denial made her yearn to be allowed that release so much more. 

Once finished she lowered herself into the hot bath water. She was worried, the shaving had still caused a slight rash, no doubt unavoidable but hopefully a hot soak would sort it out. She lay back, felt the water embrace her body, its warm arms reaching up and around her breasts. Her nipples pointing up into the cooler steam swirled air. She pushed the water creating a wave that lapped up over her breasts, swallowing her nipples in warmth before receding again exposing them once more to the cool air. She tipped her head back and moaned to the echo'y bathroom. 'That felt good!' she squeezed her legs together 'Oh, why do I make it harder for myself?'

She ran more of the instructions through her mind. Each morning she must check her email at home in case there were special instructions, in particular to do with clothes for the day. She was not to wear knickers unless specifically instructed. When sitting she was to lift her skirt so that her bare flesh came in contact with whatever she was sitting on. Although she could be discreet she was never to hide or cover herself up from anyone, if they saw, they saw.

Jen emerged from the bath grabbed a towel and dried off as she walked through to the bedroom. She had lit candles in here earlier. The lighting added to her sense of an occult rite of passage that she was undergoing. She looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror. Strange, now that her body was handed over to someone else she was able to appreciate it better, as though being a slightly more detached observer.

Finally, of course, there had been the positions. There were illustrations showing her exactly how she was to kneel, stretch, bow and contort her body on any of a number of given commands. It was time to practice these now, on the floor in front of her mirror. 

Beg – She knelt on the floor pushing her breasts into the carpet, hands stretched out before her, knees shoulder width apart, bum up so that her thighs were 90 degrees to the ground, back arched. She could only imagine the view from behind.

Examine – Crab-like position, but with knees still in contact with the ground, spread wide. Head tipped back holding her up at the other end, arms tucked in under her body, elbows locked to enable her hands to support her buttocks, holding her pussy outwards, as though presenting it like an offering. 

Preparation – Stood this time, arms behind her back, each hand clasping the other elbow. Arse pushed outwards with a slight bend in the waist, but shoulders back to present the breasts to the front. 

Service – Virtually the same as preparation but kneeling upright.

Table – On all fours.

Surrender – Hands behind head, elbows out, legs apart... so they continued. It was a long time before she managed to take herself to bed.

The New Life

Jen had knocked at ten and been instructed to enter. It was early spring, and today was one of the first days of clear blue sunshine. It was still cold outside but the clean sunbeams cutting through the office warmed the interior. The smell of the wax stain from the desk and the leather polish on the chairs filled the room as they were heated in the greenhouse effect.

Jen stood in the shadows and looked across the sun painted furnishings to her Mistress, stood resplendent, illuminated at the window. This time her hair was worn down, it's natural waves cascading past her shoulders. A loose white shirt was tucked into a long grey skirt that was buttoned all the way down one side. The lower buttons were undone. She appeared to be wearing high black boots. Hands on hips she was observing something out of the window.

"Take your clothes off." She said without looking round.

Jen felt awkward, but obeyed. This woman had seen her naked before, but her new life hadn't been so clearly defined back then. A changing room was still a more natural place to be naked than a high-rise office. They were not the only people in the office. The door was not locked. The voice in her head reminded her that it was these very facts that made it so exciting. The unnaturalness was what stimulated the sensations.

Once Jen was standing naked another order was issued. 

"Move into the middle of the room."

Jen made her way into the bright sunlight that reached into the office. There was a rug between the easy chairs and the sofa. She was sure a coffee table had been here before. She felt the suns rays begin to warm her skin. Nearer to the windows she could see some of the other buildings outside. The only ones able to overlook them were some way off, across the river. She didn't relax entirely though, she guessed people liked to have telescopes in these types of locations. 

Her Mistress turned and eyed her up and down. She began to make her way over.

"Are you ready for me?" she asked

'Ah! How do I answer that?' thought Jen desperately, her face contorted in panic, 'the truth is yes, but to say that would sound defiant, but if I say no then it will sound like I haven't prepared' She cringed at her dilemma, her eyes pleading to be given a way out.

Like a striking snake a hand darted out and pinched Jen's left nipple, her Mistress squeezed and twisted. Jen had to move her body as her breast was pulled out and down. "Ahh," she gasped.

Her Mistress let go, and almost as quickly the pain faded, throbbing warmth replaced it. 

Why was she so attracted to this treatment? It wasn't just the physical sensations, the contrasting feelings. It was psychological attraction too. The idea of being manipulated, exposed, controlled. That was a turn on. It was dirty, it was kinky, and yes it made her feel embarrassed. She felt humiliated, degraded and possibly inadequate. But these were just more externally imposed experiences, sensations like her throbbing nipple. What she would not have to feel, what she could relax safe in the knowledge of, was that because she was not in control, she would not be burdened with a sense of guilt.

"It would appear you are not," stated her Mistress, "Inspection."

Jen had been expecting this. She dropped to the floor, arching her back, knees spread, presenting her pussy to her Mistress. The sense of submission this position created, here and now in front of someone, in the bright sunlight of day, was very powerful. She pushed her buttocks up, displaying herself with a sense of yearning mixed with nervous anticipation. One set of lips were dry, the others were very wet.

"Mmmm, nice," commented her Mistress as she stroked her fingers around Jen's cunt. The same sentiment was echoed one thousand fold in Jen's mind.

"You have done well getting smooth." She then let her finger slide down in between the length of Jen's pussy lips.

"Oh, Slutty, slutty, slut slut." With each word she flicked her finger back and forth, up and down the inside of Jen's pussy lips. Jen could hear the wet squelching noises this caused, and knew what her Mistress' comments were referring to.

It had been Wednesday that she had succumbed to the power of her Mistress. It had been Wednesday that she had begun her new life. It was Wednesday that she had been issued the instructions. For two days she had heard nothing more from her Mistress. For two days she had waited in anticipation. Had followed all the instruction; had gone without knickers; had kept herself smooth; had lifted her skirts to sit... had not let herself cum. For two days she had been aroused from all the acts of submission, and each time had had to ease herself back down from that reverie.

Now there was the added stimulation of being in the presence of her Mistress, of being touched by her. Jen knew there was no way she was going to be able to control the juices seeping inside her.

"Preparation."

Jen had to think quickly, but stood up without too much delay. Hands behind back, bum and breasts thrust outwards. She felt a little dizzy rising so quickly from the previous position. 

"My my, she's an eager one." Commented her Mistress as she moved around behind Jen.

She slapped her hard on an arse cheek, Jen rocked forward slightly with the force "You have such a perfectly shaped arse!" exclaimed her Mistress with genuine pleasure at rediscovering this fact.

She then took hold of Jen's hair, pulling the straight blond strands to the back. She gripped them, pulling Jen's head back, and then slid her hand down the length of the hair, still keeping enough grip to keep the pressure on Jen's head. When her hand reached the point where Jen's arms crossed her back the Woman gripped the arms and hair together. She pushed Jen forward.

"Walk forward"

Jen obeyed and she was led towards the windows. This was a corner office and while the windows covered one wall they also extended around part of another. Jen now moved into the aspect of both sets of windows. There were taller buildings on that side and part of Jen worried that someone over there might see. The other part pictured the image of her being led out, naked in the bright amber sunlight, presented in the equivalent of an eagle's eyrie in this urban landscape. 

As she approached the glass her Mistress continued to push her forward, pressing her into the smooth surface. She gasped at the touch of the still cold glass on her sun bathed skin, her nipples hardened slightly more at the sensation, producing a now familiar dull aching that meant she desperately wanted to rub them. 

Her breasts squeezed onto the smooth surface, her hips came into contact. Her Mistress then let go of her hair and arms, but placed her hand on her bottom, pushing her pelvis onto the cool flat surface. With her head now released she was able to look down, around the pressed curves of her breasts. Ten stories below in the landscaped walkways that led to the river she could see people walking, cycling, taking the dog for a walk. They seemed small, but she could see them in detail in the clear sunlight. If they looked up, would they see her presented to them like this?




Descent Ch. 03



The Games Begin

Jen was sat on the office floor, her legs were spread wide apart, her pussy lips held open by her long painted fingernails. It was just over a week since she had been presented naked to the world at her Mistress’ office window. That woman was before her now. Wearing a tight grey business skirt, with a modest slit up one side, and fashionable pointy half-high heeled shoes. Today she had her hair styled in cascading waves that tumbled like loose springs against her clean cut white shirt which pulled taught about her breasts. This woman’s looks alone would have won her many business deals.

The woman swung her putter, striking the golf ball, which sped across the wood panelled flooring. It sounded like a drum roll as it trundled towards Jen; her eyes followed it to the last moment, when she shut them in anticipation of the blow. It struck her just to the right of her pussy and ricocheted across to her other thigh, before slowly rolling back out of the corral formed by her outstretched legs. 

“Shit” hissed her Mistress as she gathered another golf ball to her. 

It was currently her Mistress’ pleasure to practice her golf putting. What better target to aim for, she had reasoned, than Jen’s nearly always-expectant hole. ‘Now, if only you were 18!” she had joked, as she stuck a small flag in Jen’s blonde hair.

For Jen this was just another humiliating act that she had been made to perform in the last few days. Over the last week she had regularly been summoned to the Woman’s office at all times of the day or evening. Some strings had clearly been pulled because Jen’s boss seemed aware that she might be called away from her desk for ‘administrative duties’.

Ddddrrrrrr, another ball approached. This bounced just as it was approaching her gaping slit. It hit the flesh covering her clit and bounced away. 

“Aawww, so close!” exclaimed her Mistress, stamping her delicate shoes into the wooden floor.

Jen let out a small gasp. As far as she was concerned it had been spot on. The strike to her clit had now left it throbbing. She wanted so much to rub it. Each time Jen was summoned to the office she was made to strip either naked or down to her underwear. Her Mistress might then examine her to make sure she was keeping in good condition, or punish her for some misdemeanour spotted through the security video cameras. She would be made to fetch and carry for her Mistress, crawling on all fours. 

Regularly she would be given the opportunity to improve her tongue and mouth skills to pleasure her Mistress. Rarely she would be allowed to masturbate herself to orgasm, when she did it was always as a show for her Mistress. She craved these acts for the release they gave her, but they reinforced her growing self-image as a dirty little slut desperate for sexual release.

These actions tipped further the balance of power between the two. In Jen’s mind she was becoming not so much a submissive doing as she was told, but a slave trying desperately to please her Mistress. Each day her life had steadily been taken more and more under control. She felt as though she were orbiting a greater life force unable to avoid the blinding attraction, like a moth to a bulb. Often with painful results that may – briefly – leave her questioning what she was doing, repelling her. But not for long before she was drawn back once more by the indefinable magnetic power. 

Clack, this time the strike had skipped the ball up into the air. Jen watched its low arc across the floor in front of her. She knew where it was going to land even before it slapped directly into her pussy. It was a perfect shot and her pussy lips were tugged out from under her nails as they wrapped wetly around the ball. 

“Woohoo! Yeah! Yes, yes, yes” Her Mistress skipped around, punching the air with her fist.

The physical sensation wasn’t so much the turn on for Jen as the situation itself. The idea that she was being stimulated in this way; sitting naked on this office floor, waiting patiently for golf balls to rain down on her pussy. This act saw her being exposed and vulnerable – what if someone should walk in – and at the same time treated as an object, a plaything. And no matter how much she tried to hide from it, the voices in her head, and if not there in her pussy, reminded her how much she loved being a plaything. 

The ball plopped back out. The wetness that now covered half of it stopped it rolling very far.

“Clean it up” Her Mistress instructed.

Jen picked up the ball and began to lick her juices from its surface, her eyes demurely looking up at her Mistress, seeking approval. There was another thing that she couldn’t deny as her tongue circled the ball in much the same way she circled this radiant life force, stronger than her. She was orbiting in ever decreasing circles. She was being drawn in more and more. She suspected that she would bounce off less and less, would question less and less, until eventually, she wouldn’t reject anything at all.

Once the ball was clean of her juices she rolled it back towards her Mistress, who stopped it with her foot and stood watching Jen. Jen blushed and held her pussy lips apart once more. She knew that she was leaking onto the floorboards.

Her Mistress had been shaping up to take another shot, but then stood up thoughtfully. She made her way over to Jen, holding the club grip between thumb and little finger. Swinging it gently like a pendulum.

“Who are you?” she asked Jen as she approached.

“Your slut Mistress” responded Jen

The woman now stood over Jen, the club gently swinging, the small end of its head now patting into Jen’s open pussy. 

“Look at me.” Jen kept facing down as much as possible, looking up only with her eyes. 

She guessed that this would make her look puppy-like. Cute, and vulnerable; she hoped it would warm her Mistress’ heart. Submitting to another’s will had not made her witless. She was not absent of cunning. But she knew that she had to be far subtler, she would need to play by the rules. She could still attempt to affect the things that happened to her, but she would never now make the actual decisions. She had effectively handed over her fate to this Woman. Her only recourse now was to appeal to the woman who commanded her, in a hope to win compassion.

The woman now pressed the tip of the club a little into Jen’s pussy. The cold hard metal felt alien. But just like every other time this woman had introduced new sensations to Jen she was captivated by them. Shivers on the surface, warmth deep inside. 

Her Mistress reached down and cupped one of Jen’s breasts in her hand. She bounced it lightly, as though judging its weight. Her Mistress’ eyes looked deep into hers and not for the first time Jen wondered if this woman had the power to read minds.

“You belong to me.”

“Yes Mistress”

Jen sucked air in as the club was pushed further inside her. The cold hard metal being pushed inside made her think of medical checks she had had. Whether this thought triggered the idea that she was being examined or the other way around she was not sure. But the metal intrusion, the weighing of her breast and the perceptive look from her Mistress all served to build the impression that she was being explored and she was being revealed.

“You’re a whore” her Mistress spat.

Jen broke eye contact, the club was pushed hard inside her and her Mistress pinched her nipple tightly. She gave a yelp and quickly looked back up at her Mistress, the blood flushing her cheeks. 

“Yes Mistress” she quickly responded.

Her Mistress laughed, easing her grip on the nipple and starting to push the club in and out of Jen’s cunt. It seemed to be gliding quite easily.

“No,” she said “You’re not a robot for me. I can still shock you, which means your mind is still ticking, still questioning what you are doing. I like that.” She moved the club around, exploring the walls of Jen’s womb. Her hand moved up slowly to Jens neck, the fingers lightly tracing the path across Jen’s breasts.

“ It means you can still be shamed, and it would be terribly dull if that were not the case.” Her hand now lifted Jen’s face. 

Jen’s breathing was increasing. The movement of the club in her pussy was starting to feel incredibly good, if only she could get the handle against her clit a little more. How did this woman manage to make her feel like this? The Woman had lowered her face towards Jen’s. 

“Look how much you’re blushing.” she teased. “You’re blushing because you’re sat here, fucking a golf club and loving it!” the woman was almost laughing at Jen. 

“And that’s what’s so great,” continued the woman in a that’s-all-right-then tone. Jen was almost panting now. She was still holding her pussy lips open, shaking at the hips, willing the club to be pushed into her harder, just so long as the handle made contact with her throbbing nub.

“There’s enough girl in there,” said her Mistress, still gazing deep into Jen’s eyes, “to see the slut, and be completely embarrassed.” She ran her hand through Jen’s hair, gripping it at the back. Jen’s whole body was shaking now, from the movement of the club, from her own movement. But her head was held steady, her hair gripped by her Mistress. 

“Mmmm,” said her Mistress, her eyes half closing, watching Jen with a simmering look. Those eyes devoured Jen, her panting mouth, her red cheeks and her wide eyes. “And I love that.”

She leant forward and kissed Jen forcefully on the mouth. The experience was extraordinary for Jen. Her Mistress’ tongue pushed inside her, the slight taste of lipstick, the smell of skin mixed with perfume. Jen began to moan uncontrollably into her Mistress’ mouth and realised that she was having an orgasm. This kiss had been enough to throw her over, this unexpected, passionate demand had given her an overwhelming sense of being desired which had pushed her over the edge and her muffled groans were now emerging from their locked mouths.

The moment ended, their mouths parted. Her Mistress smiled at her, and then stood up, turned around and walked away, leaving Jen panting on the floor, her heart still racing. For this moth, all other light bulbs had gone out. There was only one centre to her universe.

She heard her Mistress’ voice come back from across the room, “You will be punished for cuming without permission.”

The Servant

Jen was pushing a tea trolley through the sales department of one of the companies based in the office where she worked. That morning she had been instructed to wear knee high black socks and a tight black skirt. The material was silky and there was a matching black blouse. Beneath the black blouse she wore a white corset. She had been told to make sure it was done up tightly and it now squeezed her waist. It laced at the front as well as the back, pulling the front together pulled her breasts in, leaving two bulging mounds poking out at the front.

During the day she had received a call from her Mistress, giving her instructions to deliver tea, coffee and biscuits to a meeting room on the fifth floor. Now that she was pushing the trolley she realised that the outfit she had been instructed to wear could be described as Maid-like. She had been told that she was to behave well for the people at the meeting and do as she was told.

One of the instructions that she had signed up to when she had agreed to submit to her Mistress was that if bending over for something, it should always be from the waist, not the knees. Bending at the waist to push the trolley left her in a provocative position considering the outfit she was wearing. The alpha-males populating the sales team in the open plan office confirmed this by showing her plenty of attention. The comments made from unseen jokers made her cringe as she slowly made her way across the floor. She knew she was asking for it, her arse stuck out in the tight figure-hugging skirt and her breasts almost ready to fall out onto the cups and saucers in front of her.

Finally she reached the room and knocked. There was no response. She waited a while, feeling several dozen eyes undressing her. She nervously adjusted her skirt and knocked again. 

“Yes, yes, come in” a voice said impatiently.

‘oops’ she thought as she pushed the door open and wheeled the trolley in. In the room there were three men dressed in suits. They were classic businessmen – waistlines expanding as rapidly as their hairlines were receding. They were sat on easy chairs arranged around a projector display and a flip chart. Standing in front presenting a slide was a much younger man. He was dressed sharply in a well-cut suit and as Jen made her way in he continue to present to the others with an air of confidence.

“…and that’s why your investment money is so important to us.” 

Jen quietly wheeled the trolley to the table set against the far wall of the meeting room.

“ It’s so important that we want to make sure you are entirely happy with the products we are producing, but perhaps what would be more exciting for you is to see some of the products that we have currently in development.”

Jen began to lift the trays of cups and biscuits onto the table.

“And as you know, we have a philosophy here that we will only treat the customer right if we treat ourselves right. Gentlemen, our refreshments have arrived.”

With that the man made his way towards Jen, the other men turned in their seats to follow his progress. Jen couldn’t help but notice one or two of them exchange glances as she came into their field of vision.

“I am sure,” continued the young man to the others over his shoulder, “that you have heard rumours of the hospitality we offer in our off shore locations.” 

Then to Jen, “What is your name young lady?”

“Jen Sir.” She had not been instructed to refer to anyone as sir, but her nervous disposition had once more brought out her humble nature. 

“Jen here, is a fine example of our hospitality staff.”

This took Jen by surprise, ‘Am I?’ she thought. As far as she knew the company on this floor had nothing to do with the building management, who were after all who she worked for. All the seated men were now watching her intently. She began to flush. ‘Perhaps this company is connected to Mistress in some way’, that made the most sense. No doubt she was being watched now, there always seemed to be a camera to watch her in this building.

To be honest, this man was so confident in his assertions, she would have gone along with his statements anyway. She couldn’t imagine causing a fuss by contradicting him, especially in front of these men.

“Jen, could you take the trays down to the front of the room and place them on the floor for us, thank you”

As usual Jen found herself trying to avoid eye contact as she followed someone else’s instructions. She picked up the tray of cups, saucers and biscuits and as she passed the gawping men, she realised what was coming. If she followed the instructions she was going to have to bend at the waist to place the tray on the floor. Not only was this going to be a somewhat athletic feat (‘So much for the health and safety video when I joined this company’ thought a renegade part of her mind), but it would undoubtedly seem odd to the men in the room.

What if they were not connected to her Mistress? They wouldn’t know about the instructions. They would simply think that she was being provocative. As she reached the front of the room she knew that there was no choice, she was committed to following her instructions. She took a deep breath and bent over to place the tray. The skirt was not a mini, but it was short, and as she bent she could feel the hemline rising up the back of her thighs. The material was pulled tight across her arse. Her Mistress had made her feel like a slut once again, without even being here.

She stood up, her cheeks now rosy red. Avoiding looking at anyone she made her way back for the tray with the tea and coffee pots on it. Depositing the second tray was more difficult as it was heavier, as she strained she knew that any normal person would think it unusual that she should bend at the waist. As the men were seated they were at the perfect height to be presented with her pert rounded arse and the teasing flesh between her knee-highs and skirt. They were bound to think that she was being provocative on purpose. 

As she straightened again she jumped, sensing that someone was standing directly behind her. She froze. It had to be the younger man, and this was confirmed when he spoke again.

“You could say, Gentlemen, that Jen is the perfect specimen of our hospitality staff.” 

The man’s voice resonated, confident and self-assured. Jen felt his breath on her neck. Was the man attractive or was it just his manner she was drawn to? Of course she had picked up on the veiled compliment in his last statement. 

This was weird. She was in a room full of strangers; drawing attention to herself with her actions, when attention was generally the last think she sought. This left her feeling nervous and uncertain, but here was an attractive confident man, making her feel like a possession yet at the same time paying her a compliment. In her dilemma of insecurity he was providing himself as someone she could let take charge. She could feel the heat from his body stood so close behind her. Her mind leapt for him like a castaway for a life raft. If he would lead, she would follow. She had entered another door along her path of submission and it was shutting again behind her.

She felt his hand splayed on her back. The moment had been so charged that she jumped again at the sensation, but she stayed still, looked straight ahead. His hand felt huge on her, he stepped around her body, letting his hand trail across her back and around her hip. She looked down to the ground as he now stood in front of her. He looked side to side addressing his seated companions. She wondered what they were making of this.

“We hope that your complimentary tour of our research and development facilities will reassure you that we are very good at motivating our development staff, and can therefore recruit the very best brains in the business.”

He slid his hand down Jen’s hip to the hem of her skirt. His other hand joined it on the other side and very slowly he began to slide the skirt up. It was a reasonably tight skirt and as it passed her hips, revealing her bare arse, it bunched around her waist staying raised. Jen bit her lip and kept her head down. Without underwear she was exposed to the other gentlemen in the room. She was sure she heard someone chuckling behind her. She had a strange desire to give in fully, to bend over now and let them do what they wanted with her. Her pussy was hot and tingling.

“No doubt you will have an opportunity to partake in some of the motivational offerings for yourselves.” 

The man was unbuttoning Jen’s blouse in the front.

“After all,” These words were strained out as the man tugged at the front of Jen’s bodice, Jen rocked on the spot at the force, she wasn’t sure if she had whimpered. The bodice loosened just enough for the man to fit his hands inside, “once you confirm as investors, you will be considered members of the team.”

The man shifted the bodice down a little, cupped Jen’s breasts and lifted them up and out, resting them on the top of the white ribbed material. Jen hadn’t been paying a great deal of attention to what the man had been saying, but the words were starting to filter down though the embarrassed muddle going on in her head. Was she being used as bait, corporate bait to gain a finance deal? Contradicting emotions filled her. This was becoming more and more familiar for her since meeting her Mistress. It was a sweet and sour mixture that never failed to excite her. 

On the one hand she was shocked that her Mistress could put her in this position, could set her up as a prostitute. On the other hand she was thrilled at the idea of being so blatantly used by her Mistress, it put butterflies in her stomach and fire in her pussy, a fire that seemed to be sucking the oxygen from her lungs. She was also lifted by the idea that she was thought good enough to be the bait. That she was appealing enough to be used in this way. She was accepting this treatment and slowly but surely more doors to the past were clicking shut in her mind as she embraced her role.




Descent Ch. 03



Jen was trembling, as she felt the man lean towards her. His chin brushed on her cheek, she felt the beginnings of stubble, smelt his aftershave. She closed her eyes.

“Table” he whispered in her ear.

It was one of the positions from the instructions her Mistress had given her. She had never expected requests to come from anyone but her Mistress, but she was committed now. She was in a state of obedience. She slowly got down onto all fours. Her breasts hanging in front of her, her rear exposed behind. Was here scent escaping?

“Now,” said the man in a jolly fashion, standing up straight and rubbing his hands as though he were some uncle about to ask what the children would like to play next. “Let’s have some tea shall we? Jen be a dear and serve our guests.”

Jen would never be able to explain the delicious agonizing feelings that coursed through her body as she underwent this humiliating scene. Was there a subconscious, exhibitionistic side to her personality that was only able to enjoy itself through the commands of others? For something was turning her on, despite her conscious thoughts screaming out to her that she was being thoroughly degraded. 

She crawled around to the first man in the chair to her left. She lifted her eyes up and saw him grinning nervously back down at her. Evidently he was a little uncomfortable with the situation, but enjoying it none the less.

“Would you like tea or coffee sir?” she asked.

There was an appeal to the taboo. Jen felt that there was a lot of pressure on women now to ‘stand up and be counted’ alongside the men. She decided that she didn’t want that pressure. Here she was breaking those rules, being naughty in the glare of feminism. This thought also excited her. This was a social ‘dirtiness’ that she could wallow in, revel in.

She responded to the requests of each of them. Crawling back and forth between the men and the trays. Presenting the drinks and biscuits against the backdrop of her breasts, presented for their delectation has much as the refreshments themselves. She was sure she saw the odd bulge in the trousers of the men.

Every now and then, as she passed back and forth, the younger man would slap her arse and make some comment.

“Isn’t she great? Your basic pleasure model.”

“Can you imagine that in stockings and suspenders, making your bed up for you.”

“I wonder if she’s wet. Do you think she’s wet?”

Jen wasn’t sure where this would lead, but when she had finished serving everyone she crawled back to the young man and knelt at his feet. The room was quiet except for the sipping of drinks and munching of biscuits. Jen looked at the floor but felt the eyes of the other men on her. In the quiet she could hear the bustle of the office outside. Business as usual. Had they any clue what was going on in here?

After a while the young man spoke again. 

“Jen, Mr Cartwright seems to have enjoyed looking at you,” She looked at the man he was indicating. The seated man looked a little shocked, he moved his teacup to try and cover the bulge in his trousers.

“Why don’t you thank him for his appreciation. I think you know what he would like.”

The man looked nervously down at Jen, and then around at the other men. He started to shake his head, but as Jen crawled over to him he didn’t put up enough of a fight to actually stop her. By now Jen was red hot, her mind swimming with the chain of events. Not only was she a slave to her Mistress, not only was she a slave to this man. Right now, she was a total slave to her own desire.

Her hands went straight to the man’s lap, her gentle blue eyes looked up at the man saying ‘it’s alright, let me’ as she released his erect cock. The man laughed nervously, mumbling things like ‘well’ and ‘I don’t know’ followed by ‘Aahhh ahh’ as Jen’s soft warm lips engulfed him. She pushed down as deep as she could, letting her heat surround his hard flesh. 

Up and down she bounced, occasionally her eyes looking up to check on the man’s expressions of pleasure. She let her tongue work on him and used her fingers to tickle and stroke. His cock pulsed each time she touched a sensitive area. She alternated between hard sucking and gentle probing around his head. The man’s breathing became more apparent, his hands gripped and un-gripped the arms of the chair.

Jen enjoyed the task. She had given blowjobs before, but rarely had been so keen to give a performance to be remembered. She began to moan in her throat, knowing it would turn the man on and that he would sense the vibrations. Occasionally she would break to seek out his balls with her tongue, or nibble his shaft lightly with her teeth. 

She could feel the man building, could feel him getting there and getting there, and then she did something that she hadn’t done before. As the man exploded she took his juices all in her mouth, swallowing everything, sucking every last drop. She felt wonderfully dirty, her pussy was sopping wet. The man sank back into the chair with a groan.

“There now,” said the young man, “So, who else feels Jen here should recognise their appreciation?”

After a brief pause one of the other men cautiously raised his hand, finger pointed up. The young man looked towards Jen, eyebrow raised, and she made her way to begin work on the next man. 

This man was more confident, and he placed his hand on Jen’s head, pushing himself deeply into her. He made rapid movements, and it wasn’t long before he was cuming with force. He pulled out and spilled his seed across her face. Jen was in a different world, wallowing in the filthiness, revelling at being allowed to be a slut. She didn’t wait for the last man to volunteer his desires; she simply made her way to him, using her hands first while watching the man’s face, before once more feeding her eager mouth. She could feel the juices running on her leg. She slid a hand down to rub her aching clit until the young man slapped her on the arse. She groaned with desire and desperation.

The final man decided to pull out of her mouth and deposit his load on her swinging breasts. Caught up now in the eroticism she smeared his cum across herself, rubbing it into her skin. She looked around desperate for another cock, desperate for someone to satisfy her own yearning. She turned to the young man, almost running to him on her knees, but he held up a hand.

“Thank you Jen, you have done well. You may leave now.”

She came to a sudden stop letting out a cry, in her mind the words, ‘What! No!’ surely they couldn’t leave her like this. She was desperate, but she knew that that was it. She was to be denied and she had to bring her body back under control. Mentally she must disperse the eroticism. She was gasping, cum drying on her face and tits.

“Sir,” she asked meekly.

The man had been turning away, but looked back now with a winning smile. “Yes Jen.”

“May I put my clothes back?”

The man paused for a moment and then let out a ‘huh’ as he realised that Jen was asking permission from him, to cover herself up before returning to a room full of Salesmen. He looked on her with compassion, clearly impressed that by asking she had run the risk of him telling her ‘No’

“Yes Jen, you may cover yourself up before leaving. I suggest you stop off at the toilets and clean yourself too.”

As Jen crawled towards the door, the five men watched her go. She wondered what she would have done if his response had been ‘No’ and felt the slipperiness in the movement of her pussy.



Descent Ch. 04



The Punishment

Jen swayed minutely back and forth. This was new. The saliva, which she had not been able to stop escaping her mouth due to the ball gag, was about to drip from the end of her chin.

'What if it hits her?' She thought as she flexed her fingers, trying to ease the pressure. Her arms were pulled behind her back; rope bound them along their length resulting in her shoulders being pulled back, her breasts therefore pushed forward. 

Her legs were also tied up; her feet pulled back and up behind her where they were attached to the main rope that descended from the ceiling. It was the ceiling rope that was attached to the harness strapped about her waist. She was currently hanging from this. Horizontal, she floated above the office furniture, winched on high, held up by the waist harness. 

Two more ropes came off the harness, up between her dangling breasts, over her shoulders and back again to join her feet at the main ceiling rope. A final cord came off the bottom of the harness and was pulled tightly between her legs, applying pressure across her clit and pussy, and holding in place a plug that had been inserted into her arse.

She was a good ten feet up. When she had arrived in the office and her Mistress had started to strap her up, it was like many a scene they had played out before in the weeks and months in which her Mistress had progressively trained her, used her. As so often before, her Mistress had applied the riding crop to enforce better posture or direct her into the desired position.

Jen remembered how her body had flinched from the strikes and would therefore invite another, rapidly applied to the opposite side, to straighten the posture again. It had become to Jen like a conductor manipulating her body, to the music of sliced air, slapped skin and gasping breaths. And she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her, being the instrument of this music.

But then the harness had been attached and suddenly she was being winched into the air. At first she would have laughed if the ball gag had let her. Swinging helpless in the air in her Mistress' office had seemed like fun. 'What a toy to have!' she had thought. But that had been three hours ago.

What had slowly dawned on Jen was that her Mistress was going to happily leave her dangling there while she got on with the rest of her day. She was winched high enough not be noticed, unless someone actually looked up at the ceiling. Surely her Mistress wouldn't risk this?!

But here she was now, swaying very slightly above her Mistress' third visitor that morning. The secretary was noting down instructions from Jen's Mistress in a notebook, sat in the chair opposite the desk. Jen could smell her perfume. She could hear the pen scratching on the notepad. The resigned part of her mind got a bizarre thrill from being able to look down the girls' top at the plump cleavage disappearing into a clean white bra.

But the largest part of her mind was preoccupied with the saliva building on the bottom of her chin. It was going to drop, there was nothing Jen could do about that now; the fear was whether the secretary would notice.

Perhaps it was all a set up. Perhaps all the people visiting today were in league with her Mistress. Previous encounters had shown Jen that others knew of her submissiveness. Others seemed to be aware that she belonged to her Mistress. Surely her Mistress wouldn't risk being found out herself - or did she perhaps enjoy the risk? Was it the adrenalin that provided the thrill? Was that what thrilled Jen, or was it the sense of helplessness?

Jen's stomach tensed as the secretary finished writing. What would she do if discovered? How should she act? She imagined pleading with the secretary not to tell anyone, not to reveal her shamefulness. 'Please,' she will beg, 'I'll do anything. Anything you want...' mmm, how often would the secretary call in the favour of her silence? How often might Jen find herself between those legs, so primly held together at the moment with the note pad on top? How nice the secretary's mouth would look, in an oval gasp as Jen's tongue worked its magic on her sweet scented pussy...

The saliva dropped, Jen watched as it seemed to tumble in slow-motion through the air forming a sphere in its freefall towards the notebook. Jen mentally slapped herself, how could she be allowing herself erotic thoughts at a time like this. Her stomach was in her throat, her eyes fixed on the descending slobber.

As the saliva fell the secretary began to close her notebook; the cover flipped over as the saliva fell towards it, fell past it. It had just missed the notebook and headed towards the woman's shoe. It landed with a soft pat. Jen's gaze switched instantly from the impact site to the secretary's face. Had she noticed? The secretary stood up to leave. Jen's eyes followed her as she turned and made her way to the door, still unaware of the naked female form suspended above her. 

Jen's heart was thundering in her ears, this was indeed a torture. Once the door was closed again Jen looked down at her Mistress and realised that the woman had been watching her. She appeared to be chuckling. Jen gave out a little whine, seeking sympathy. Hoping to sound like a pet that has learnt its lesson. Her Mistress toyed with what looked like a remote control on her desk. Jen hoped that it operated the winch. 

Her Mistress got up and pulled out the riding crop, giving Jen a few strokes around her body. Jen squirmed and swayed, squeaking through the gag.

"Oh I do like my new trophy" she said, making Jen swing again.

She then turned back to her desk picked up the remote control and pressed the button. Jen's body jerked as she felt sensations inside her arse, vibrating against the walls of her womb. 

'Oh my God,' she thought as she adjusted to the vibrating plug in her arse, 'this is going to be a long day'

The Humiliation

Jen reflected on how her life was full of adventure now. There was no control, but there was plenty of excitement. For months she had been toyed with, played with, abused and cared for by her Mistress. Regardless of the physical or mental strain from the things she was asked to do, she was continually impressed by her Mistress' inventiveness. She felt it was an indication of caring, and this was important to her. 

She had become completely wrapped up in her Mistress. She had been seduced and then controlled, the mind games, the comparisons, the training, had all been designed to reinforce these feelings, and they had worked. She lived for her Mistress; she loved her without question. She had practically forgotten her old life and was engulfed in the new. Always different, always exciting, always new - it ran across her mind like a caption on a billboard, advertising an exclusive lifestyle.

Today was new too. She had butterflies in her stomach because she thought she knew what was coming. For the first time since accepting her new life she had been instructed to wear knickers. She had also been ordered not to go to the toilet, and to make sure she drank plenty of fluids. It didn't take a genius to figure out something was planned. But she didn't know what, and therefore her mind was free to wander in erotic directions. Her own mind became the most effective tool to deliver the most erotic ideas direct to her pussy.

It was hard now though. The erotic tingling had turned steadily to concentrated muscle clenching and finally now to desperate straining as the painful pressure built. She had sent several email requests asking for permission to relieve herself but no reply had been received. Then an envelope had arrived.

In it was a wireless earpiece and a mobile phone. She attached the earpiece and activated the phone. Immediately it rang and she answered.

"Make your way to the foyer", her Mistress' voice instructed.

Jen was worried that just getting up and walking would be too difficult for her. She whimpered slightly at the pressure on her bladder as she stood up. She felt sure the liquid inside her would come bursting out, but she managed to hold it. She made her way to the lift, not really seeing the people around her, just focusing now, 'hold it, hold it, hold it'.

She looked up with a forced smile as a man pushed the button for the ground floor, she pretended not to notice him gaze at her cleavage. On the journey down she suspected he was assessing her arse and legs. The bell tinged and the doors opened. People left around her and then she emerged into the office foyer. The granite floor tiles reflected the bodies of the people walking to and fro across the entrance lobby. There were thinly scattered pillars that did little to disrupt the bright light coming in through the windows on either side of the large rotating doors.

"I bet you could do with a pee?" her Mistress teased her from the earpiece.

'Oh no. Surely not.' Jen thought as she gently stepped into the echoing hall. People were coming in and out of the doors, approaching the reception desk, waiting at the lifts or standing in small groups chatting.

"Do you want to pee slut?"

She pressed the earpiece closer to her head, hunched her body, trying to be unnoticed as she walked further into the spacious hall. 

"Yes Mistress" she whispered into the earpiece.

Jen knew what was going to happen. She couldn't believe it, but she knew. She kept walking, also knowing that she could not escape and it would happen only when she was in the middle of the room. Perhaps it wasn't what she thought; perhaps her Mistress had something else in mind. She was pacing slowly, as though walking out before a firing squad. A dread sense of the inevitable surrounded her. It dampened the voices in the hall, but did not hide the presence of all the other people. It only made her footsteps sound louder, echoing from the polished surface.

"Pee now." The instruction came.

Jen couldn't do it. She was staring at the floor, trying to block everyone else out. How could she do this? Her old learnt responses of embarrassment and reservation were fighting her more recently learned response of obedience. 

"PEE NOW SLUT!" Her Mistress yelled.

It made her jump and that helped things begin. She fought with tears as the fluid began to flow elsewhere. She felt warmth rather than wetness. It engulfed her crotch. But she knew that her panties were becoming soaked and that the fluid was pushing through them. No one else knew yet but she could sense the drops forming on the underside of her knickers, seeking to break loose but instead flowing to the side, finding her leg. She could feel it there on her leg, warm but detectable, flowing down her smooth thigh.

Her bladder had been allowed its release now and kicked in, deciding that it had been denied for too long. The pressure from within increased. Before the stream flowing down her leg reached her shoe the drips clinging to the underside of her crotch broke loose. The world rushed in around her again as the stream fell between her legs and splashed onto the floor. She felt that the noise splashing on the granite floor echoed around the foyer with the power of Niagara.

There was no stopping it now, so she stood there cringing at herself, feeling helpless and useless as the warm liquid cascaded between her legs, flowed down her thighs and splashed across her feet. Her mind regressed; she could have been wearing a school uniform. Her peripheral vision sensed people starting to notice. People turning to look, pointing out what was happening to others. Some in disgust, some with laughter, most with shock followed by pity. 

She was tiny. Nothing to anyone, only for her Mistress. She saw the security guard from the reception desk approaching her.

"Miss, umm, Miss," he said, not sure what to do as he approached, reaching out a hand but equally trying to avoid the splashing urine spurting around her feet. She glanced up at him and then quickly looked away again, burning with embarrassment. She had so much to release.

"Miss, there, umm, there are toilets over here. If, ah, if you could just hold it." He tugged her arm in the right direction. She began to move in the direction he indicated, the pee still streaming down her legs. People rapidly moved out of their way as the guard directed her towards the doors that led to the toilets. At all times he kept his arm stretched out to avoid the fallout. 

"If you could just hold on a bit." He reiterated.

But she knew she mustn't. She knew her Mistress wanted to teach her humility. To teach her that her pride came second to her Mistress' wishes. What others thought of her was nothing compared to what her Mistress must think of her. And so the urine continued to flow, leaving a trail across the foyer floor. She would show that the lesson had been learnt.

It wasn't until they reached the door for the ladies that the flow began to ease. The release of pressure on Jen's bladder was wonderful. It almost made her feel grateful for the whole experience, to have had release. 

The guard opened the door for her and more or less pushed her inside. The door swung shut and she stood dripping in the toilet. Alone, now that it was over. She looked up and jumped. She was not alone. Stood before her was her Mistress, mobile phone in hand, grinning evilly.

The relief of being out of the public gaze, the relief of physical release, the shock of being confronted by her Mistress, and the way the woman looked so fucking stunning stood before her all conspired to turn her burning humiliation to a smouldering sexual desire.

"On your knees before me slut"

Jen sank to her knees and lowered her eyes. Her Mistress was wearing a long flowing black skirt. One leg emerged from a slit that rose high up her thigh. She wore high-heeled leather boots, with thin delicate heels and long laces running up the front. Her top appeared to be a bodice, sucking her waist in and supporting her rounded breasts.

She pushed open the door of a cubicle. It creaked ominously like the entrance to some ancient crypt.

"In" she ordered.

Jen crawled into the cubicle and was then instructed to sit on the toilet and remove her knickers. She sat there with the sopping wet material sagging limply in her hand as her Mistress entered the cubicle too and shut the door behind her. 

"Look at the filthy mess you've made," commented her Mistress as she raised the knickers between the tips of thumb and finger in disgust. 

Jen's eyes followed the knickers as they were raised up, dripping occasionally. Her Mistress' other hand cupped Jen's chin and tipped her head back. The knickers were held above her, the odd drop of urine now splashing onto her face. The filthiness of what was being done to her turned Jen on. Her obedience released her from the guilt of what was happening, she was able to wallow in the degradation, let it engulf her like stepping into a warm bog - it was dirty, but it felt nice.

The fingers were squeezed into her cheeks forcing her jaws apart and her Mistress lowered the knickers to her mouth. She felt them being pushed passed her lips, the liquid squeezed out of them running into her throat. Still warm she tasted her own piss for the first time. Her mind was won over now. She embraced the impurity, and as her mind lapped up the intensity of her actions her body lapped up its previous discharge. 

Her Mistress now pressed the knickers into her mouth, releasing the fluid from them and shutting Jen's lips around them. 

"That's it you sleazy bitch, suck them clean. You are such a disgusting little girl!"

Jen sucked and swallowed. The taste was not as unpleasant as she had imagined, or was that just her arousal, which seemed to make any act, no matter how heinous, become pleasurable. 

The knickers were removed from her mouth and flung on the floor. Her Mistress pulled apart her skirt at the slit revealing the beautiful groomed pussy that she had come to love and worship.

With the aid of the high-heeled boots the woman was able to straddle Jen, pushing her back to the cistern on the toilet. The position allowed her Mistress to position her pussy perfectly over Jen's mouth. Jen instantly began to kiss and lick her Mistress' pussy. She focussed completely on the task. Literally loving the soft folds of skin with all her heart. Treating the nectar that arrived as something precious, caressing and comforting with her tongue.

Jen was aware that the wetness around her pussy was no longer just urine. A familiar sense of yearning boiled up within her and channelled itself into her efforts on her Mistress' clit. She wanted so much to pleasure that woman, to achieve the convulsions, to hear the moans and know that for a moment, she had caused her Mistress to loose control. The very thought caused moans to escape her own lips.

It was then that she felt the splash on her cheek. She instinctively pulled back although she knew what was happening. As she pulled away her view could take in the pussy before her, the hips pushed forward and the stream of piss now flowing freely over her neck soaking down into her top. 

Her Mistress laughed and moved her hips, using her hands to direct the flow as best as possible, rising it up to aim for Jen's face. Jen obediently sat there, receiving the spray, letting it bounce over her, flow around her. Shocked, but electrified. It was dirty, but its warmth was strangely comforting. It was so taboo, but it was a gift from her Mistress, from her Mistress' most special place.

"You're my toilet slut," her Mistress laughed

As the stream reduced, then eased, then spurted and then ceased, her Mistress pressed forward and Jen's lips found her Mistress' pussy again. She lapped at it, devouring it and cleaning it at the same time. Her hot tongue probed and explored, her desperate breath heaving around her Mistress' hips. She couldn't believe the sense of wanting inside her. It was such a powerful force. There was nothing she wouldn't do right now, if instructed. Then her Mistress was cuming in her mouth.

Jen felt the weight push down on her as her Mistress' legs gave way a little. She revelled in the sensation of her Mistress' warm thighs surrounding her face as she heard the grunts and felt the shudders. Finally her Mistress pulled away again and regained her breath. She looked down at Jen. Her cloths were soaking and clinging to her. Her breasts perfectly formed against the wrinkled material. She was going to have to spend some time standing under the hand dryer before she could leave here.

"Did my toilet slut enjoy that?"

"Yes Mistress. You're toilet slut really enjoyed that. You're toilet slut is very horny."

Her Mistress smirked. 

"You may cum."

Jen's hands moved quickly lifting her skirt. Her Mistress watched as she rubbed her fingers across the wet skin. She didn't go straight for her clit, she knew how horny she was, knew how little it would take. She stroked her hand up and down her thigh; the urine was already drying in streaks. Her other hand cupped and caressed her breast. She played with the nipple, 'mmmm' her mind was swimming in the sensations. 

She closed her eyes and allowed her finger to slide up between her slit. She sensed her Mistress' gaze and continued to rub her pussy. Finally moving up towards the deliciously hidden button. It only took a few strokes of the fleshy hood around her clit and the contractions were on her. The groans of pleasure echoed out of the cubicle and around the toilet.

She was exhausted, emotionally and physically; and her Mistress left her there, wet, spent, sagging on the toilet.



Descent Ch. 05



The Woods

Twigs crackled under the car’s wheels as it pulled into the clearing at the end of the mud track that they had been creeping along for the last fifteen minutes or so. Jen sat quietly in the passenger seat. She was naked beneath the full-length wool overcoat. Her Mistress switched off the engine of the 1960s Mercedes. 

“Follow me,” she said as she left the vehicle.

Jen followed her to a ridge a little way in front of them. From here the woodland dropped away around them. The valley stretched out beneath them like an organic fault line. It was a pleasant day, the damp leafy smell of deciduous forest filled Jen’s nostrils. On the edge of her hearing was the bubble and churn of the river some distance below.

Her Mistress was wearing a headscarf and Raybans. The colours of her Burberry casual wear blended well with the early autumn surroundings.

“Do you see over there,” she pointed, “That building.”

Across the valley, down river, Jen spotted some buildings visible through the trees. It looked like some sort of mansion nestled in this idyllic countryside. It was the sort of place she may have dreamed about as a child, a place for a damsel in distress to hide out. It was not the first time her Mistress had brought her dreams to life.

“Yes Mistress” she responded.

“That’s The Ghetto,” the woman smirked to herself at the name, and then in response to Jen’s innocent look continued, “it’s our own little area.”

Jen continued to look at her quizzically but her Mistress turned and moved back towards the car. She heard a bird flutter away in the undergrowth before realising she should follow. She held the coat about her with her hands in the pockets and shuffled barefoot through the leaves that had fallen early. 

Her Mistress had gone to the boot of the car and opened it. As Jen approached she could see chains and straps in the back. 

“Remove the coat”

‘What?’ Jen switched her gaze suddenly from the chains to her Mistress. Fortunately for her, her Mistress was already concentrating on removing things from the boot. A breeze rustled the leaves in the trees above them. Then Jen’s overpowering obedience kicked in and she let the coat fall from around her shoulders. It slid across her breasts, brushed her arse and gathered on the floor about her feet.

The breeze caressed Jen’s skin and ruffled her hair, she glanced around but could see nothing but the trees and bushes and the dirt track they had arrived on disappearing into the woodland. 

“At ease” muttered her Mistress against the rhythmic clinking of the chains as she slid them through each other.

Jen adopted the position she had learnt months before, the irony of its name was not lost on her as her muscles tensed, pushing her legs apart so that her feet were spread, and placed her hands up behind her back. Chin up, her breasts presented to the woodland creatures. She felt good. Patches of sun were breaking the canopy above. The fresh air was caressing each curve of her body. She was sure that no one else was around and relaxed, letting all her senses absorb the situation.

Her Mistress attached the chains about Jen’s ankles and then up behind her. Twigs cracked under the woman’s feet as she moved around Jen and strapped her arms tightly behind her. She couldn’t resist fondling Jen’s breasts. Running her hands over the smooth flesh and gently biting the shoulder as she felt Jen’s nipples stiffen beneath her touch. Jen sucked her breath in.

Next a collar was strapped delicately around the neck, and the chains were attached to this. Her Mistress then returned to the car and pulled out what looked like a plaque. She held it up for Jen to see. On it were the words ‘IF YOU FIND ME YOU MAY DO WHAT YOU LIKE TO ME’.

Jen’s heart began to beat harder. Once again the fear of what was going to happen competed with the thrill of what was going to happen. The plaque was attached to the chains on Jen’s back. Her Mistress then stood in front of her, removing the sunglasses and smiling. She traced her fingernail around Jen’s breasts as she spoke.

“You are to make your way to the Ghetto. By all means try and avoid detection. On the west side of the grounds there is a gate in the surrounding wall, you are to knock there.”

The nail descended across Jen’s quivering stomach and pushed towards the folds of her pussy. 

“If someone should discover you, then you will not hide the sign from them. You will be amenable and provide any assurances of your obedience that they require.”

The finger entered her warm cunt, when it came away again it glistened with juices, betraying her inner desires. Her Mistress held it up for Jen, who licked it clean.

“Good girl.” said her Mistress. She then turned, closed the car boot, got in and drove away back down the dirt track. Jen was left alone, naked and chained in the forest. A falling leaf brushed over her shoulder and snapped her out of her shock at being left here like this. She shuffled quickly over the lip of the valley, seeking shelter from the sloping ground and the bushes there.

She crouched, tipping back onto the ground; the rough twigs and leaves scratching her soft arse cheeks. The sensation brought back to her that she was naked in the wild and the idea thrilled her. The animal nature of being open to the elements turned her on. But as she looked out across the valley again to the Ghetto she was concerned about the journey to get there. She wasn’t sure how deserted the forested area was, what were the chances of bumping into someone else?

She decided that waiting around would only make it worse, and so began scrambling and sliding down the hillside among the trees and bushes towards the river she could hear. It was difficult with her hands behind her back, trying to avoid any nasty bumps or bruises and invariably picking up some mud patches. She finally peered out of the undergrowth to a grey-veined rocky plateau descending gently into the swift flowing water as it rounded a corner before splashing on again over more boulders and pebbles.

The natural beauty of the place was stunning. She felt like a garden nymph in a playground. She imagined herself as an animal to be tamed, conquered and molested on the waters edge. She couldn’t help the ideas filling her mind, and they aroused her. Fifteen yards or so down the river she made out a wood and rope bridge spanning the bubbling water. The sight of something man-made brought her back to the realisation that there might actually be other people here. That she may actually be molested for real.

She had to make a decision. Should she head for the bridge and face a higher risk of bumping into someone, or should she try and cross the river, which would no doubt be difficult and certainly cold. 

She decided that it was better to stay under cover. She made her way back upstream out of sight of the bridge and looked for a suitable crossing point. She felt much more exposed now, out of the cover of the trees. Standing naked but for the chains under a blue sky on the rock surfaces. Her breasts bounced in the clear air as she shuffled her way out onto the smooth-warn rock. She saw a spot with some large boulders where she thought she could stepping-stone across. The water wasn’t deep, but was very fast flowing as it crossed the rocky shelf. 

She was nervous about being in the open for so long which made her rush, she stepped on one boulder and it moved beneath her. With a yelp she was thrown sideways and splashed into the water. Her breath was sucked from her with the sudden cold. The water pushed her, and flowed around her. The power of the water was enough to carry her, chains and all. She tried to recover her breath and regain her balance. Her legs splayed about, trying to find purchase. She was swept along around the corner she had been at before. 

Her feet found contact with some of the boulders, stopping her progress. As she stopped herself the water built and flooded over her. The coldness made her yelp again. And then she heard someone else yell.

She opened her eyes and saw someone standing on the bridge. The water had pushed her back towards the bridge. They were waving and then she saw two more people arrive. ‘Oh my God’ she thought, they were looking at her. She desperately regained her feet, fighting against the surging water. Now she was a water nymph, emerging naked from the river, water cascading and dripping from her, crystal clear rivulets streaking her body. 

“Hey,” she clearly heard someone shout as she pushed herself towards the opposite bank. She looked down river and saw the people running off the bridge on this side. 

‘Shit’, she panicked as she scrambled up the far bank. Her hands still tied the dirt turned to mud beneath her in her sodden state. She scrabbled to her feet and looked desperately for shelter. The trees thinned in the direction of the bridge and she could see what looked like two boys and a girl running her way.

She turned and ran for the thicker undergrowth in the opposite direction. She ducked around some thicker bushes and wound her way in and out, cutting herself off from the view of her pursuers.  It was difficult with the chains attached to her ankles. There was a fallen tree trunk blocking her way, she leapt over it, but landing on the other side she lost her balance. She stumbled for two or three steps before sprawling into the dirt floor. Her bedraggled hair fell about her, as she heard the footsteps approaching. She knew now that she would not escape. Her fate had been decided and all she could do was be a good girl and accept it.

One of the guys entered first, Jen heard him breath out a “whoahhh” as he skidded to a stop, witness to her naked form sprawled on the ground. Shortly the other two clattered into the back of him, laughing and giggling until they too saw the figure lying before them.  Had she had a life before this? Had there once been a Jen who wouldn’t have accepted this situation?

“If you find me you may do what you like to me?” read one of the men. “Are you alright?” asked the other as they quietly approached. “Yes I am okay, thank you.” said Jen quietly as she pulled herself onto her knees. 

Her bedraggled blonde hair clung to her skin about her face. She couldn’t look at them. The embarrassment made her burn, but she had learned many times now that it was also a feeling that made her tingle.

“Is she all right! You moron,” said the girl as she approached Jen, “Look at her.” 

She brushed some of Jen’s hair aside, which made her look up.

“I’m fine Miss, please, don’t worry about me,” 

Jen had answered quickly because the girl had startled her, but realised that it may have come out like she was snapping at the girl. She noticed that the original look of concern and pity on the girls face became briefly hurt and offended and then began to show more than a hint of disgust. 

“My Mistress has instructed me to pass through the forest like this. She put the sign on me… and… well, you have found me.” Jen lowered her eyes again.

The three strangers looked at each other letting out brief laughs of incredulity. 

“Did I hear that right?” asked one, “You said your Mistress?” he asked Jen.

“Yes,” responded Jen.

“So, you’re like, some sort of slave? You consent to this? You’ve not been tied up against your will?”

“No, I am willingly her slave. I do consent, I… I enjoy the way she treats me.” The words were true, but speaking them out loud to strangers was a challenge for Jen. It made her face the truth about her desire for this lifestyle. She realised her place, the role she wanted for herself was being fulfilled.

“Ha ha, my god!” exclaimed the other man.

“What a slut” the girl mumbled beneath her breath.

“So what do you want us to do?” asked the other man, half to Jen, half to the others, and half as though he was starting to think of some answers for himself.

Jen was surrendered. She was not in control, and did not want to be in control. She could relax knowing she had only to do as she was told.

“You may do as you like” she responded.

“Fuck,” said the first man, looking Jen over, taking in her mud stained figure, moving slowly around her.

“Ben, what are you doing?” asked the girl.

“Well, fuck,” said Ben, “She’s pretty fucking hot.”

“Jesus Ben, what are you talking about?” 

“What Kate?” responded Ben looking up accusingly, “Like you don’t do what the fuck you like half the time. It’s alright for the two of you. I’m the one who lies awake in the next room listening to your kinky shit going on.” Kate and the last guy exchanged awkward glances “It leaves me horny as hell,” continued Ben, “you heard her, she’s been told to do this, and she enjoys it!”

“So what? What are you going to do?”

“Well, I don’t know,” said Ben sheepishly, “I was thinking, you know, well its been a long time…”

“Fuck, you pervert, it didn’t take long for you to adapt to this situation. What do you think to that lady? My friend wants to rape you, you sure you’re still willing to do anything we say? Think about it.”

“You may do what you like to me,” repeated Jen. 

Jen knew this was one hell of an offering she was making. Her willingness to be used by other people surprised her; it was making her hot, thinking about the things they might do to her. She realised that her transformation to sexual slave was now complete. She was thrilled and excited by the openness of it, the sense of vulnerability. Yet still it was a gift for her to give, it still required her consent, but that was all it required, after that, everything else was out of her hands.

“Anything I like huh?” said the girl as she stormed past Jen and slapped her hard on the arse, “Did you like that?” She reached down and pinched Jens nipple, “Did you like that?”

“Yes Miss,” responded Jen. This girl’s dominant attitude was getting to her, she felt herself yearning for more from the stranger, to win her acceptance. 

“You do, you like that, kiss my fucking boot then and show me how much you like it.”

Jen bent forward and kissed the girls muddy boot. At this the girl started laughing.

“Fucking hell, what a slut. Shit can you see this? She wasn’t kidding. Ben this is a fucking wet dream come true for you isn’t it. A fucking woodland nymph for you to have your wicked way with. What about you Tim?” she asked turning to the other man, “Do you want some of this slut too?”

“Well…” he responded, looking around.

“Fucking hell,” said Kate as she slapped Tim on the arm, but was laughing when she said, “You men are all the fucking same. You perv.” Her smile suggested she didn’t think being a perv was necessarily a bad thing. She turned back to Jen. “Well bitch, my boyfriend would like you to suck his cock, are you going to do that?”

Jen was knelt timidly, her mud-stained buttocks held out slightly as she bent a little at the waist. Her muddied breasts jutted firmly between her bedraggled hair, their stiff nipples standing out. Jen turned to Kate to look up at her with big innocent eyes. Very deliberately she said, “I’ll do whatever you ask Miss.”

This time Kate was speechless. It was Ben who uttered another dazed “Fuuuckk”. Kate’s hand seemed to involuntarily go to her own crotch as she turned to her boyfriend and began to undo his trousers. She looked at him with lustful eyes and they kissed deeply as Kate pulled the belt completely off.

Jen then felt Ben’s hand on her. First he stroked her arse, and then let his hand explore up her back, as though she was a marble statue and he was admiring the craftsmanship. His other hand then cupped her right breast and began kneading it. Jen knelt up, making no attempt to resist his touch.

When she looked up again the girl was leading her boyfriend towards Jen. She was stroking his exposed stiff cock as he knelt down. 

“Let’s see what you can do then slut,” said Kate as she stood back, devouring the scene with her eyes, and tugging her boyfriend’s clothing down to his knees.

Jen leant forward; she didn’t take the cock in her mouth first, but ran her tongue up and down its length. She flicked at the hanging balls and then poked at the head, teasing it. Letting it get wet and cool in the open air. Tim started to breath deeply. Kate watched him intently and occasionally would lean over and kiss him, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

Finally Jen enclosed Tim’s cock in her mouth, the warmth sliding down his shaft sent shock waves to his body. He moaned loudly and started to move his hips, pushing in and out of Jen’s willing lips.

Ben’s hands continued to explore Jen’s body, she enjoyed the sensations as he teased her erect nipples, played with her arse cheeks, stroked her thighs. He was watching the blowjob his friend was receiving and kept uttering the odd ‘fuck’ or ‘shit’. His hand explored up between Jen’s legs discovered her smooth shaved pussy. His fingers entered her.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, “She’s soaking fucking wet.”

Kate looked over before retuning her view to the show in front of her. 

“Do you like this bitch. You’re wet you cunt.” 

Jen nodded as she continued to slide up and down Tim’s cock.

“You filthy slut, you’re such a whore,” Jen moaned as Kate’s words assaulted her.

Ben had taken about all he was able to. He fumbled with his buttons to release his aching dick. It took the others by surprise as he thrust himself deeply into Jen in one swift motion. Jen was pushed forward, Tim’s cock sliding deep into her mouth. Tim groaned with pleasure at the experience and Jen felt herself sliding towards orgasm with the feeling of being penetrated in two places at once.

Kate’s verbal chastising continued, “Suck his cock you bitch. What sort of slut are you if you can’t make him cum?”

It was getting too much for Jen, her Mistress was not around to ask permission to cum, would she be allowed to? Could she stop herself? She felt she would explode very soon; Ben beat her to it. As he began to pulse he pulled out, shooting his creamy cum across her mud stained flanks. Jen heard him moaning and collapsing onto the ground to recover. 

Perhaps the sight of all this was enough to push Tim to the edge, but Kate seemed to know her boyfriend well. She already had her top undone, her breasts exposed. Jen wasn’t sure if the girl had been playing with herself or not. But Kate now took hold of Tim’s cock and directed it towards her full breasts just as he released his seed.

“Mmmm,” she said as she rubbed his cock and cum across her bulging tits.

Jen was panting now, not from exhaustion but from pure desire. She was so hot, so turned on and horny, she wanted to cum really badly. Her Mistress wasn’t there, but she had a temporarily adopted Mistress here.

“Miss, can I cum?” she asked, pleaded.

Kate looked at her, not understanding at first.

“Please Miss, can I cum, please?”

Kate laughed, “Oh you’ve not finished yet.” She said and turned her attention to Jen. “My breasts seem to have got dirty,” she said indicating her cum stained globes, “I think you should clean them for me.”

Jen didn’t hesitate; she was far too horny. In this state she would do just about anything. She shuffled forward and buried her head in Kate’s ample breasts, licking and cleaning them. The cum got over her face as she sucked Kate’s nipples. Kate moaned her approval at the service she was getting, she relaxed, moving backwards leaning against her boyfriend, who supported her and watched the show.

As Jen continued to pleasure Kate’s breasts Kate undid her trousers and shuffled them down her legs. When she was ready she pushed Jen’s head downwards. Jen’s tongue and lips continued working on the journey downwards, but she knew where she was headed.

The scent of this stranger wafted up to meet her as Jen reached the wetness between the girl’s legs. Her expert tongue began its job as she noticed the girl and her boyfriend kissing again. Jen lapped at the girl’s pussy, wishing desperately that someone was doing the same for her, she teased the girl’s clit until the girl was rocking her hips, grinding her pussy into Jen’s face.