****** To Forgive is Divine by Cat ******
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To Forgive is Divine


Every Wednesday she came to pose for him. As an artist's model, he found her
exquisite. Her body was lush, but not heavy, with long legs and a narrow waist.
She was not perfect according to society's standards, but then he did not like
to work with fashion-model types. Her stomach protruded a little and her
breasts were on the large side, but he felt that these attributes womanized
her, made her sexier.

She had been posing for a year now, since she turned eighteen. He assumed she
needed the money for college, because she had no family to provide for her.
When she arrived, he had not expected this shy, wounded-looking girl, reluctant
to remove her clothing. With his usual, impatient manner, he told her to remove
her clothes immediately or he would have the university send someone else.

"No, please, it's just that I'm not used to undressing in front of anyone."

"Well," he replied, "Perhaps you should start getting used to it. That is, if
you intend to be an artist's model." He watched with quiet amusement the flush
that spread across her olive skin as she removed her clothing.

She stood before him in panties and bra, both white cotton and very plain.
"Will this be all right?" she asked timidly.

He sighed. "What's your name?"

"Lianne Ashcroft," she answered. "Lianne, how do you think Botticelli's Venus
would have looked wearing a bra and panties?" She smiled then and removed the
rest of her clothing.

Now she was comfortable with him and no longer balked at undressing. Sometimes
he would interrupt a session to take her to dinner, before returning to do more
painting. He was a well- known artist, and she trusted him. She never realized
his interest in her involved far more than painting. Until one day, she
learned.

She opened the door and walked into Shane's large home. He told her never to
knock when she was expected, in case she interrupted one of his brainstorming
sessions. She walked down the long corridor to his sunny studio at the back of
the house. Surprisingly, he was not there. "Shane?" she called out and checked
her watch to reassure herself that she was on-time. She decided to look for
him. She had never explored his home before and was amazed at its spartanness.
She went to his bedroom, where he had once shown her one of his favorite
paintings. He had explained that there was some art he did not sell. The
painting was of her, naked and on her knees, head bowed, while a faceless man
stood before her, holding a long, coiled whip. The picture frightened and
intrigued her. "Is that how you see me?" she had asked. "So weak?"

He smiled. "Not weak, but very strong. It takes a lot of strength to give
control of yourself to someone else."

She opened the door to his room and gasped. It now contained several paintings
of her in various submissive positions. She walked over to one and studied it
intently. It showed her fully bound, with ropes distorting the shape of her
breasts, making them appear fuller. A black ball was nestled in her mouth,
gagging her, and her arms were tied together, high above her head and suspended
from a silver hook. Instead of fear, her eyes reflected trust. Lianne assumed
the look was for the man whose shadow was cast across her image's naked body.

More curious now, she opened his closet. The smell of leather overwhelmed her -
- leather pants, leather jackets, leather boots. She lifted the sleeve of a
jacket to her face and inhaled deeply. "Mmm." she murmured. A small handle at
the other end of the walk-in closet caught her attention. She was surprised to
find a makeshift door in the wall. She opened it slowly, anxious about what she
might find on the other side. Behind the door was a stairwell, and Lianne knew
instinctively that this door hid Shane's secrets. With trepidation, she
descended the stairs.

She opened another door at the bottom of the stairs and found herself in a
large room. Her heart pounded wildly as she looked around. The room contained
many things intended to inflict pain, such as a rack, whips, paddles, and
riding crops. There were items for restraining or imprisoning someone and many
other things with which she was unfamiliar. She lifted one of the paddles lying
on a small table with several other items. Its handle was polished oak,
widening to a large, flat, leather- covered oval. She stroked the smooth
leather with her hand and had a disturbing image of Shane using it on her.

She shuddered and picked up a phallic object lying next to it. She recognized
it as a vibrator, although she had never used or even seen one before. It
aroused her, and she walked over to one of the mirrors that lined the far wall.
Her lust overcame her innocence and she slid it into her mouth, imagining she
was sucking Shane's cock. She pretended she was looking into his eyes and that
he was watching the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him vigorously.
Quietly she listened to see if she could hear Shane upstairs. She heard nothing
and unzipped her skirt. She slid a hand into her white panties and stroked her
fur, which was moist and warm. She switched the vibrator on and held it against
her slit. It tingled and throbbed, and she moaned and rubbed against it. "Oh
Shane," she fantasized. "Your cock feels so good." Before she could orgasm, the
batteries died and she swore in frustration. As she bent to retrieve her skirt,
she noticed a hinge alongside the mirror and realized it covered a door. She
dropped the vibrator and cautiously opened the door, which revealed a closet
filled with erotic clothing.

Lianne selected one of the less exotic outfits - a black leather corset with
fishnet stockings and black pumps with 5" heels. She felt like a little girl
again, playing dress-up with her mother's things. Of course, her mother never
had anything quite so enticing. Lianne kicked off her sensible flats and
removed her panties. Next she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her
shoulders. She hesitated before removing her bra, but decided she'd change back
into her own clothing soon enough, and then she would leave the room as she had
found it and not mention her discovery to Shane.

After she was dressed, she stood before the mirror. Her eyes widened at her
reflection. Her full breasts were pushed high, spilling over the corset, their
hard, dusky nipples clearly visible. Her crotch was bare beneath the corset, a
tuft of dark curls showing between her stocking-clad thighs. Her hair tumbled
long and loose around her shoulders, and she modestly pulled some in front to
cover her exposed breasts. For the finishing touch, she pulled on a pair of
long black gloves. She was almost embarrassed to look at her mirrored image, so
wanton and so unlike her usual conservative self.

A reflection of something behind her caught her attention. She turned around
and tottered over in those impossibly high heels to investigate. A pair of gold
cuffs dangled from iron chains embedded in the stone masonry. Like a child
sneaking into the cookie jar, she gave a sly smile and slipped her hand into
one of the cuffs. The clasping mechanism was simple - a flat piece of metal
that slid into the slot on the other side of the cuff. Impulsively she closed
the cuff around her gloved wrist until it clicked. She imagined she was
helplessly imprisoned in Shane's dungeon, his love slave. She giggled at the
image and decided it was time to leave before he returned. She took her free
hand and grasped the cuff, trying to open it. She was stunned when it refused
to budge. "Damn," she swore. There had not appeared to be anything tricky about
the clasp, and she could not understand why it held fast. "Oh God," she started
to panic and tried to slide her hand through the tight loop, but all her
efforts were fruitless. She was almost unsure what would be worse - for Shane
to discover her there, dressed like a whore, or to be trapped in the dungeon
until she withered away. "Shane!" she screamed. "Shane, help me!" There was no
response and she did not hear any noises coming from upstairs. She sobbed then,
in fear and desperation.

After what seemed like an eternity of crying, she closed her eyes and rested
her head against her upraised arm. A noise at the far end of the room startled
her to alertness. "Shane!" she was so relieved she forgot her attire and the
fact that she had been snooping. "Oh Shane! Can you let me out of this thing?
I'm stuck, and--" The look he gave her was cold. "What the hell are you doing
in here Lianne?"

She fell silent and then spoke softly, hoping to appease him. "I'm sorry Shane.
When you weren't in your studio, I went to look for you and I ended up down
here."

He had always imagined having Lianne helpless before him. Her innocence
intrigued him and the thought of violating that innocence aroused him. Now here
she was, imprisoned in his dungeon by her own actions. He toyed with the idea
of setting her free, but decided her nosiness required punishment. He walked
over to her. Instead of unfastening her trapped arm, he took the free one and
lifted it above her, quickly fastening the other clasp. "What are you doing
Shane? Let me go, please. I won't tell anyone about this place."

He laughed. "Lianne, by the end of this afternoon, you will be begging me to
let you stay." She tried to kick him but he moved away.

"Well I'll be leaving now," he said smoothly. "I'll come back when you are
ready to behave." He turned toward the door.

"No, please!" she cried. "I won't kick you anymore."

"Let's make sure of that, shall we?" he suggested. Bending down, he grabbed one
of her ankles and tried to move it toward the ankle cuff.

Lianne resisted. "I'd rather you didn't do that," she explained.

"Spread your legs," he demanded.

She shook her head.

"Have it your way. By the way, did I tell you how lovely you look?" Her olive
complexion took on a crimson hue that spread right to the tips of her breasts.
"I especially like the 'no panties' look." He reached forward and grasped her
pubic hair, pulling hard.

"That hurts!" she said. "Why don't you spread your legs and then I'll let go?"
he bargained. She stubbornly shook her head. He tugged harder until tears
sprang to her eyes. Without a word, she spread her legs wide. He quickly
kneeled and fastened her legs into a second pair of the gold cuffs.

Afterwards, he walked to the table and picked up a riding crop with a
rectangular piece of leather fitted on the end. "I'm going to teach you to do
what I tell you, when I tell you." He took the riding crop and struck the
inside of her thigh. She bit her lip against the pain. He moved it quickly back
and forth between her thighs, leaving red marks and welts on each. He stopped
just before they bled. During this punishment she had not said a word but cried
out as her skin became more sensitive. When he set the crop down, she screamed
at him. "You pig! You beast! And I thought I loved you!" And she burst into
tears. He did not feel remorseful, because he knew she needed to be taught a
lesson. But he did feel tenderness towards her and leaned forward to kiss her
gently on the mouth. The touch of his lips on hers made her body tingle, and
she cursed herself for being so weak. But she did not resist him; her lips
parted to allow his tongue access to her mouth. "Lianne, all you have to do is
obey me, and it will be a lot easier on you." He brushed away her tears.

"I'll try, Shane." she whispered. "But I'm so afraid."

"You've known me for a year now. Have I ever hurt you?" he asked.

"N-no," she stammered.

"Trust me," he said.

Shane's 6'4" frame made her feel feminine and protected and she nodded. "I'll
trust you."

"First of all, it is important that you do not question me or my actions. When
I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. If you do not, there will be
repercussions."

"What do you mean repercussions?" she wanted to know.

He answered her by striking her exposed pussy with his hand. "No questions."

"Yes Shane," she said.

"Master Shane," he prompted.

"Yes Master Shane," she obediently replied.

"Some of the things I do to you will hurt, but if it pleases me that should be
all that matters to you."

Lianne looked frightened, but Shane felt confident that she would come to terms
with her servitude.

He silently marveled at the creaminess of her voluptuous breasts with their
pert dark nipples and small areolas. He loved the wideness of her hips and her
luscious rear-end, full but firm. He resisted the impulse to smack one of those
cheeks, for now. "I'll be right back." Shane said and walked toward the door.

"Oh Shane, I mean Master Shane, please don't leave me."

He kissed her. "I'll be right back." he repeated. He left her chained to the
wall, spread-eagled, all her private parts exposed. She had wanted Shane since
the day she met him. She just wasn't sure she wanted him this way.

After what seemed like an eternity to her, but was really only an hour, he came
back carrying a bucket of water, a towel, and a leather bag. "I like my sluts
clean-shaven," he said as an explanation. He opened the leather bag and removed
soap and a washrag. He carefully washed her genitals, and she moaned as the rag
moved against her sensitive clitoris. Next he smeared her pubic hair with
shaving cream. "Now be still." Lianne barely breathed as he took the razor and
began to remove the hair from between her legs. Except for her doctor, she had
never been so intimate with another man. She felt a throbbing sensation between
her legs. He spread her lips to make sure he removed every piece of hair,
leaving them as smooth as when she was a young girl. Her skin throbbed and felt
raw where had scraped the razor repeatedly against it.

"I'm going to uncuff you now," he said. "But don't think you're free." She
nodded her understanding, for she had seen him lock the door after he entered.
"By the way," he added. "It requires two hands to release these cuffs. One to
depress the clasp and the other to pull." She was hardly listening, it was such
a relief to put her arms down, which were nearly numb. "Turn around and bend
over," he commanded. She did as he ordered. "Spread your cheeks apart." With
much embarrassment and very unsteady on her high heels, she gripped her ass and
spread it for him. He lathered her, and shaved off any stray hairs along her
crack. Then he rubbed something soothing over her shaved skin, which felt cool
and tingly. She moaned as he massaged it into her naked pussy and almost fell
forward.

He steadied her and told her to stand. He turned her to face him and lifted her
chin so that his eyes met hers. "Lianne, I have to punish you for coming in
here."

"I know," she said nervously. Taking braided cords of rope, he knotted them
around her wrists, tying them so tightly behind her back that the rope was
biting into her skin. Then he hoisted her arms up and fastened the rope over a
hook, suspended from the ceiling. This forced her to bend forward, delicately
balanced on spiked heels. Concerned she might stumble and twist an ankle (he
had no desire to have an invalid slave) Shane brought out a wooden device he
had specially constructed and had Lianne lift each foot as he slid it beneath
her. The plank had grips beneath it to prevent it from sliding across the
floor. On top, it had locks that clamped alongside the shoe to immobilize it,
much like a cross-country ski.

He then took a thin rope and wound it around her breasts, like he had painted
her. He wrapped it several times around each breast, moving in a figure eight,
until they pointed toward the floor like twin torpedoes. He knew the ropes were
tight, but Lianne did not complain. She knew that she deserved severe
punishment for what she had done. Next he took clover clamps and fastened one
to each nipple. She could not refrain from crying out as he tightened them, the
cold metal pinching her sensitive buds. He hung light weights on the chain that
connected the clamps, stretching her long nipples even further. "Ohhh!" she
whimpered. It hurt like hell, but bearing the pain was her way of apologizing
for her misdeeds.

From his horde of "tools," he extracted an inflatable anal plug. He shoved it
ungently into her ass. She trembled, having never been penetrated anally by
anything. The sensation was a mixture of pain and arousal, and she moaned. He
stood before her then, with a soft piece of leather in his hands. He slipped
this over her head, and the way it encased her was unnerving. The hood covered
her head and had only slits for eyes, but there were holes beneath the nostrils
and a large opening around her mouth. She was relieved that she would be able
to breathe. "I want you to be focused on what I'm doing, without distraction,"
he said and zipped the eye slits closed. For his final preparation, he took the
rubber ball that inflated the plug and stood before her. "Open your mouth." She
opened it, and felt him put the bulb between her teeth. "If you bite down, that
ball will inflate the rubber cock in your ass, and it can get quite large." His
voice was muffled but audible, and she could hear the smile in his tones. She
realized that he was enjoying her suffering.

As she hung there, blinded and nearly deaf, Shane photographed her. He wanted
to use the photos to produce paintings of her, which he would add to his
private collection. He also thought they would be insurance; should she try to
escape, he would have them published, ruining any possible career she could
have as an artist's model. When he finished, he came close to her head and
said, "Feel free to make noise." and he stepped behind her.

He started out easy, with a light-weight flogger, its soft deerhide straps
leaving only faint marks. Lianne found it stimulating, and it distracted her
from the aching heaviness of her bound breasts. She was also lulled into a
false sense that things would not be so bad.

After a few minutes, Shane switched to a heavier cat o'nine, with braided
strips of leather knotted at the ends. He loved the way the untanned skin on
her ass grew redder with each stroke. His cock hardened as he relished the
sound it made against her skin. "You're a very naughty cunt," he said. "You
don't deserve to drink my piss. Look at you, dressed like a slut. I think you
were hoping I'd find you here and ram that whorish cunt with my cock. Weren't
you?" Lianne felt tears flow beneath her leather mask. He slapped her face,
hard. "Weren't you, whore?" He said, adding to the weights that dangled from
her nipples. Her body screamed in protest and she hastily nodded. "Good girl,"
he said and continued whipping her. Lianne clenched her teeth on a particularly
hard blow and immediately felt the plug expand. "Mmmphf," she moaned, in an
almost delirious mix of pain and pleasure. After several more lashes, black and
blue stripes started to develop. He ignored them, until one of the welts split
and blood trickled down her cheek.

Lianne's knees were weak, but she was forced to stand erect, because of the way
her arms were stretched. She was thankful for the object holding her feet in
place, for surely she would have fallen. "Are you all right slave?" he asked,
knowing that even if she answered no, his plans would not change. Her ass was
flaming and her breasts were numb, but the pain was not unbearable. Despite her
desire to be released, she felt it would be disloyal to pretend she could not
take any more. Her true suffering was the only apology she could offer for
violating his privacy. So she nodded as affirmation of her well-being. Shane's
final instrument was a hard wooden paddle, adorned on one side with spiked
metal studs. The paddle colored her skin with little red dots and scratches,
although they were hard to distinguish among the discoloration already present.
He took it and scratched the letter S onto her backside.

The anal plug had expanded considerably by now and Shane groaned when he saw
how widely her anus was stretched. He removed the plug, and Lianne sighed in
relief, dropping the bulb from her mouth. She was still sobbing from her severe
beating, but she yelped as Shane filled her raw hole with his throbbing
erection. As he rammed his rock hard cock in and out of her virgin ass, she
moaned and wriggled uncontrollably. She went from wanting it out of her to
wanting it deeper, and she pushed against him. He grabbed her sore ass, and his
hands felt cool and soothing, even as his fingers dug into her tender skin.
"Tell me what a slut you are, Lianne." Between thrusts, she said with shame,
"Master Shane, I am such a slut. I want your cock so badly that I'll beg for
it. Please fuck my ass, fuck it hard!" "I'll fuck it any way I please," he
reprimanded, but his strokes came faster and deeper, and with a shudder, he
came inside her tight tunnel. "Ahh!" she exclaimed as he slid out. She could
feel his semen oozing from her torn hole, sliding between her bruised cheeks
and dribbling down the backs of her legs.

After catching his breath, he released her. He unmasked her, and she quivered
at the mysterious look in his eyes. He played with her breasts for a moment,
jiggling and bouncing them, slapping them back and forth, and she winced in
pain. Then he unclamped her now purple nipples and untied her breasts. He freed
her feet from the wooden contraption. Then he kissed her, raping her mouth with
his tongue as he had raped her anus. He felt his cock start to stiffen and
ordered her into the sling that was suspended from the ceiling on a pulley
system, which he could raise and lower. "Yes Master Shane," she said and
climbed into the sling. There were straps for keeping her hands and legs in
place and he used these, stretching her wide.

She screamed as he approached her with a knife. He teased her with it, sliding
it against her cheek, down her neck, and against her still swollen and purple
nipples. Her whole body shook. "Please Shane, don't hurt me. I'm sorry." She
cried softly, but he only used it to remove her clothing. The leather straps of
the sling pressed against her welted, bruised ass, and she did her best to
ignore the discomfort.

Shane stood above her, one leg on either side of her head, his penis dangling
down and his balls against her chin. "Suck it," he demanded.

Thinking of how it had been in her ass, she pleaded with him. "I can't. Please
don't make me."

He shook his head in disappointment. "I will tell you what you can and cannot
do." and he grasped her by the hair. "Suck it, bitch."

She winced at his harsh words but knew they were deserved, for she had
disobeyed him. She opened her mouth and he put his member between her lips. She
sucked him as she had fantasized about with the dildo in front of the mirror.
Shane thought she looked lovely, her large blue eyes full of trust and
acquiescence. He reached down and pulled her nipples, twisting them between his
fingers. He noticed how she sucked harder, and he slapped her jiggling breast.
"Slow down. Take it all the way in," She tilted her head back but gagged as he
slid deep into her throat. He started fucking her mouth then, the head of his
cock hitting the back of her throat. His eyes devoured her nude body, legs
spread wide. He pinched her nipples again and decided he would have them
pierced, so that he could lead her around by chains connected to her tits.

He felt close to ejaculation and removed himself from her mouth, his hands
still holding fast to her swollen nubs. Lianne panted and whimpered.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want you to fuck me," she begged.

"Are you mine?"

"Oh yes," she said. "For as long as you want me."

"What are you?" he asked.

"I'm a slut," she replied without hesitation. "I'm your slut, your slave."

"Will you do whatever I tell you, without question?" She nodded, "Anything;
please Master Shane, just fuck me."

He struck her across the cheek. "I give the orders."

"Yes Sir," she said, whimpering. "Anything you say."

He let go of her nipples. "You've done well tonight and fucking you would give
me pleasure, so I'm going to." She started to thank him, but he held up a hand
to silence her. "But if you orgasm without my permission, you will spend the
night in the dungeon, locked in a steel cage. And tomorrow, I'll spend all day
training you. Do you still want me to fuck you?"

She did not know whether she could withhold an orgasm, but decided the pleasure
of him inside her was worth trying. She nodded. "Yes, thank you Master Shane."

He hoisted the swing higher and positioned himself between her legs. He moved
her closer so that her vagina was against his cock. He put one of his fingers
in her mouth, and she licked it eagerly. He rubbed this against her clit until
it stood out almost like a miniature penis. He pinched the erect tissue and
pulled it. Lianne felt heat inflame her body and could not decide whether it
hurt or was pleasurable. He saw the way she arched her hips up toward him, her
body silently begging him to fuck her. "I'm going to fuck your sweet cunt hard
and then I'm going to spray my come all over your fat tits." And he slammed his
erection into her eager hole. He was shocked at the initial resistance, and it
was only when he saw the trickle of blood on her thigh that he realized she had
been a virgin. His penis throbbed in delight at his innocent slut, and he slid
it in and out of her sticky, wet pussy. He looked at her sweet face, eyes
closed and head tilted back. She was so beautiful and so eager to please. As he
pounded away, he used his finger to tease her clit. She shook her head in
protest, knowing she would come soon. "It's okay, sweet." he said. "I want you
to come on my cock." She rocked back and forth in the sling, incredulous at the
feelings growing within her. "Talk to me," Shane said.

"Oh God Master Shane! I want to be your slut forever! Fuck me hard, make me
come! Your cock feels so good inside." With a small scream, she orgasmed, her
body convulsing. He could feel her muscles clenching around his penis, and he
pulled out to spray semen across her breasts. White, gooey threads landed on
her face and lips and she licked each drop.

Then she looked at him with sad eyes. "What's wrong honey?" he asked, stroking
her hair.

"I'm so sorry, Master Shane. I came and you told me not to." He smiled.

"I gave you permission Lianne, it's okay." Then he grew serious. "Why didn't
you tell me that you had never...?" he let the question trail off.

She looked away nervously. "Are you upset? I was so embarrassed. I was afraid
you would think there was something wrong with me." He kissed her then,
lovingly. "Thank you for such a beautiful gift."

She glanced shyly at him. "Master Shane, can I please stay?"

He laughed. "I told you you'd be begging to stay. Of course you can. I have a
lot of things to teach you." He freed her then, but collared her and, taking a
leash, led her naked upstairs. They were both ravenous, and he had food
delivered. Shane sat in a chair to eat, with Lianne lying on her stomach at his
feet, because her bottom was too sore to sit. But she relished the welts and
bruises, signs of her master's forgiveness.

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