****** Double Dommed by Kitncuffs ******
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Double Dommed


This story is a work of fiction and contains sexually explicit material that
should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.


She woke before he did, stretching as best she could with her restraints. Her
wrists were shackled in front of her and attached to a heavy length of chain
which was in turn clipped to another chain which trailed over her stomach,
between her legs and back up to her neck, there being clipped to her wide
leather collar. Her ankles were rarely bound, giving her some freedom of
movement, which she used now to maneuver her way to the foot of the bed. She
gently began scratching the soles of his feet, raking her nails softly over his
skin while kissing his toes and arches, then suckling on them, licking and
nibbling softly until she felt him stir above her. Slowly, as un-intrusively as
possible, she worked her way up his legs, her tongue swirling over sensitive
spots while her fingernails repeated their dance over his skin. Upon reaching
his center, she lay between his legs, her breath hot and humid against his
balls as she waited patiently for a decision. Tentatively, she extended her
tongue and caressed the tight skin of his scrotum, lavishing her attention on
the heavy sac. The twitching of his hardness against her forehead hinted that
his decision this morning would make her happy, and indeed she sighed with
pleasure as his hand coiled itself around her hair and roughly pulled her mouth
up to engulf him. She swallowed him with a guttural moan, wrapping her fist
around the base of his cock as she took him into her throat. The chain between
her legs pulled tightly at the movement and she moaned again, spreading her
legs wider as the hard steel rubbed against her sensitive clit. Her thighs were
already slick with her wetness and she could feel the moisture spilling from
her as she licked and sucked him voraciously. She was nearing orgasm in mere
moments, which he must have sensed because he suddenly pulled himself from her
mouth and left the bed, ignoring her cry of disappointment. He began releasing
the locks of her restraints, freeing her just enough that she could finish the
rest herself, which she did slowly, pouting as he left her to shower.

When he returned, she was still on the bed, although unshackled and he frowned
at her. She should have been up and had the bed made. She should have been
kneeling when he came out of the shower, a towel ready for him. He noticed that
the one chain had not been removed, still was pressed up into her flesh between
her legs and he sighed. He went to her, and pulled against the chain, watching
her writhe as it slid from between her legs. He could see the wetness
glistening on it and he had to work to keep from letting her see his smile.
Instead he threw the chain aside and pulled her up by her hair. She whimpered
as he dragged her half off the bed, supporting her weight only by the fistful
of hair that he had gripped in his fist. His lips brushed against her ear;
"You're a shameless little slut, you know that?" She nodded, her breath coming
in short little gasps as he threw her back onto the bed.

"Get up and make the bed," he said curtly and turned away. He was already
turning back around when she scrambled off the bed, her face twisted in
displeasure, her movements jerky with anger and disappointment. His slap caught
her hard across her left cheek and she dropped to her knees, turning away to
avoid another.

"I think you're forgetting that you exist for my pleasure, whore, not the other
way around. Perhaps this entire weekend will be arranged to remind you of that.
If I see the slightest hint of attitude displayed by you again today, you'll be
enjoying my flogger, is that understood?"

She nodded again, this time with genuine fear in her eyes. She hated the
flogger, without even really understanding why; even the sight of it reduced
her to tears. She scrambled to her feet as he left the room, quickly
straightening the bedclothes and making her morning preparations before joining
him in the breakfast room. He had started breakfast, she could smell sausage
and pancakes and her stomach rumbled in anticipation. He enjoyed cooking, so
she rarely had to serve as his cook, instead taking her pleasure in cleaning,
doing laundry and of course, serving his sexual needs. He acknowledged her with
a slight nod when she entered the room, then returned to the stove.

"Climb up on the table. I want you lengthwise on the table, on your back with
your legs spread, a natural position for such a natural whore."

She was confused by the command, but obeyed wordlessly, shivering slightly as
the cold porcelain tiles of the breakfast table touched her heated skin. She
wanted to watch his as he completed the meal preparation, but didn't dare,
instead closing her eyes and trying to keep her mind blank. When she felt him
move to take his seat, she opened her eyes and turned slightly toward him. He
smiled at her as he poured the heated maple syrup onto her stomach, watching
her eyes widen in shock. She didn't move, though, instead bit her lip to keep
from crying out as the hot, sticky liquid pooled into the curve of her navel.
Two hot pancakes were placed over each breast and she couldn't keep from
moaning as he slid the hot, greasy sausages into her wet cunt. The final
indignity was the melted butter, which pooled into the convexity of her neck
and dribbled slightly down her neck to the table below. She felt as if
breathing at all would cause the whole mess to slide to the table or the floor,
so she held as still as possible and didn't let the threat of rising tears
reach their conclusion.

He enjoyed watching her bite her lips to keep from crying out as the tines of
the fork bit into her flesh. He cut the pancakes with more force than
necessary, making certain that the knife left slight lines against her
reddening flesh. He dipped the cut pieces into the butter, then the syrup,
savoring the meal he ate from his slave's body/plate. He briefly considered
drawing blood as he dragged the knife across another hotcake, but didn't want
her blood ruining the taste of his breakfast. Instead he finished the pancakes
and then moved to the head of the table, where her legs were spread wide, her
pussy clenching in spasms against the sausage he had filled her with. Grinning
again, he knelt between her legs and licked her thighs, watching as she
struggled not to move. He sucked the sausage from her, holding it in his mouth
as he moved to the opposite end of the table. She laid with her eyes scrunched
shut, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.

"Open your mouth," he said, softly and then deposited the food into her mouth.
He repeated this action until she was empty and near tears, then he finally
took pity on her. His tongue and lips fastened onto her engorged clit, sucking
hard and fast until her hips rose and her juice was flooding his mouth. He
moved his arm, positioning his hand at her cunt and ass, waiting until he knew
she couldn't take any more. He brushed his hand lightly against her, letting
the wetness that poured from her coat his fingers, ignoring her pleas as she
begged him to stop, to not stop, to fuck her, to let her cum- she was babbling
incoherently. He plunged his fingers into her, three in her pussy and his thumb
in her ass and she clenched and tightened around him, wailing as her climax hit
her, then ceasing to make any noise at all, ceasing even to breathe as she
pumped and came again and again against his hand. Almost a full minute passed
before her gasp filled the room and she began breathing again; long minutes
passed before she was again aware of her surroundings. He had already moved
away from her and stood watching as she gradually came back to reality,
becoming aware of the fact that she was covered in sticky syrup and butter as
well as her own sex fluids. The table was a mess beneath her and there were
still bits of food on her body, crumbs that clung and accentuated the random
cuts that marked her body. She shuddered with shame and with the last remnants
of her climax. She turned to look at him, seeking reassurance, but he turned
away, tossing a rag at her as she went.

"Clean up your mess, whore." She crept from the table wordlessly and cleaned up
before fleeing to the sanctuary of the bathroom, where she spent half an hour
showering away the evidence of the mornings activities.

The afternoon was spent in her version of the ideal Saturday, floating around
the pool on a float, soaking in the Florida sunshine. She was nude, as always,
unconcerned by the possibility of being seen by the neighbors. It was his home
and his concern, if it didn't bother him, then it was not her place to think
about it. He joined her for part of the day but also worked in his office for
several hours. She pestered him a few times throughout the day, asking him if
he needed anything, but he declined each time, insisting that she do nothing
but work on her tan. He would occasionally reach over and press his fingers
against her oiled flesh, watching in amusement as she arched against his touch.
He understood that most people couldn't grasp how difficult it was to own
another human being, how much work went into it. His reward came at times like
this, when she ached against him, purring like a contented kitten, adoration
glowing in her eyes. He knew that anything he wanted to do to her, he could. It
made the efforts worthwhile.

When he finally called her to him as the afternoon slipped toward evening, he
surprised her by announcing that they would have guests that evening. Weekends
were almost sacred to them, they rarely left the house or had company on those
nights. He instructed her to make dinner preparations, just steaks on the grill
with salads and baked potatoes, and then to shower.

She completed her tasks quickly, and was pleased to see him lying on the bed
when she came to their room. She was about to begin applying lotion to her
still damp skin when he stopped her, motioning her to lie down on the bed. She
felt her pulse quicken as he attached the shackles to her wrists and ankles,
spreading her wide open for him. She felt something abrasive touch her skin and
was startled to see a toothbrush in his hand, which he used to lightly brush
her nipples to a hard peak. She moaned as he continued to work the brush over
her nipples, moving the sensation beyond pleasure to pain as the sensitive skin
became more abraded. Then the 2 sensations combined, as always, until she
couldn't tell the difference between the pain and the pleasure. When he finally
took his hand away, her skin was raw and an angry red. She watched through
half-raised lids as he opened a tube of something... she couldn't tell what,
until the smell hit her senses.

"Please! Master, no please..." she cried out as he worked the Ben-Gay onto her
raw nipples. He coated them liberally, making certain that her nipples were
thick with the burning cream. "Oh, god, please, no, no, no...." she whimpered
and thrashed against her restraints as the flaming sensation overtook her
breasts. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled a set of anal beads from his toy box,
letting her watch as he smeared the cream over them. She shuddered and thought
she might scream as he inserted the first bead, but he placed a finger over her
lips in warning. He gestured toward the toy box and she saw the penis gag that
was waiting for her if he grew tired of her muffled protests. He was finished
with the beads now, all of them were inside of her and she couldn't believe how
intense the pain was as they nestled in her rear passage, the Ben-Gay setting
her insides ablaze. She hadn't thought he would go further, but he did,
applying two thick stripes of the cream to her freshly shaved pussy lips, not
going inside of her but making certain that her labia was well coated. Finally,
he applied the cream to the nipple and clit clamps that he pulled from the bag
and attached those to her body, bringing forth the inevitable sob of pain that
he had been waiting for. Now he had his excuse to truly punish her. He grabbed
the gag, a wicked piece of equipment with a thick penis head, too thick to be
comfortable in her small mouth. Shoving it through her lips, he loosened her
restraints enough to flip her over, then lovingly picked up the rubber flogger
that so inspired fear in his property. He ran it over her body gently; knowing
that the sensation was making it's way through the hazy film of pain currently
clouding her mind. He almost chuckled aloud when the realization hit her- her
entire body stiffened in shock and then she began twisting, her squeals of
dread and outrage dying in her throat, but audible nonetheless. He was about to
begin when he had another idea. Turning again to the toy box, he pulled out a
vibrator and turned it on its highest setting. He nestled it between her legs,
so that it rested right on her clit, sending its incredible sensations through
her already stimulated body. Her demeanor changed now, her posture relaxing as
the pleasure coursed through her veins until the first sizzle of the air gave
millisecond warning and then whap, the flogger made contact with her ass. She
barely had time to sing her song of pain and terror before another lightening
bolt of pain followed, then another. She was losing count of the times the
flogger had made contact with her skin, but the vibrator was off-setting the
pain slightly, waging a war within her body as she struggled against her bonds.
She climaxed before he stopped beating her and he took satisfaction in knowing
that, with the right incentive, she could make her through her flogging. He
placed his hands on her burning ass, watching how she winced as his fingers not
so gently pressed against the bruises already forming. Against the welts, he
rubbed in yet more Ben-Gay, causing her only to moan behind her gag, the
sensory overload rendering her incapable of anything more.

When he released her from her bonds, he dressed her, making certain her shirt
was loose enough to not reveal the nipple clamps she still wore. The waistband
of her skirt pulled against the chain, making it tug on her nipples and clit
and she trembled at the thought of having to endure this for an entire evening,
especially with company coming.

"I'm going to let you serve as my toilet slave tonight, pet. You'll enjoy that,
won't you? Brenda is bringing a case of beer over, I intend to drink quite a
lot." She tried unsuccessfully to keep the tears she felt rising from reaching
her eyes but he was watching for them and sighed his displeasure.

"You still think too much of your own pleasure and not my own. Why do you think
yourself above taking care of my most basic needs? You're selfish- not a
particularly admirable trait in a slave, you must realize." She nodded and
looked up at him, misery etched into the delicate lines of her face.

"Yes, Master, i'm sorry. i want so badly to please you....please, i'll try very
hard..." her words trailed off and she simply stood before him, the tears
spilling over to trickle down her flushed cheeks. He pulled her to him and
gently kissed her face, licking the tears as he once again reveled in the
rewards that come with being a dominant. He loved when she failed, loved when
he witnessed her shame and humiliation, and especially loved to watch her be
reduced to tears at his hands. She was such a strong girl, physically and
emotionally, and he felt pleasure at witnessing this other self that no one
else ever saw. This was power and in their world, power and sex were
irrevocably intertwined.

He sent her to the door when the doorbell rang and she welcomed Brenda, mildly
surprised by his choice of dinner companions. Brenda was a friend of hers, she
wasn't sure that he particularly cared for her, but here she was, a guest in
his home.

The evening progressed without incident, everyone enjoying the steaks and
drinking wine by the pool. If Brenda thought it odd that her friend served
them, and seemed to wait for an unspoken permission before taking a bite of
food or sip of wine, she gave no indication. Neither did she comment on the
agitation displayed at times by her friend, who shifted uncomfortably several
times throughout the meal, only to receive a sidelong glance from the master of
the household.

All of this should have prepared her somewhat, but it did not. She felt a hot
rush of shock sweep over her body when, while clearing the table, he mildly
ordered her to strip. She stood completely still for a long moment, hardly
daring to raise her head and look at Brenda for her reaction. When she did, she
was surprised anew by the look of completely neutral interest on her friend's
face. She opened her mouth to.... do what? Deny his command? Refuse him? She
wouldn't dare. She closed her mouth and slowly pulled her top off, letting it
drop to the ground beside her. Her skirt followed and she stood naked before
her friend and her Master, blushing before their frank appraisals of her body.
Brenda was silent and motionless when she finally dared to look at her again,
but when their eyes met, her friend stood and walked to her. Brenda reached for
the nipple clamps and tugged them gently, watching how the motion also pulled
tightly against the clit clamp. The girl moaned at the pressure, suddenly not
caring if Brenda was repulsed or put off by this scene she had walked into. Her
Master wanted to display her and she wanted only to please him.

"You're very beautiful," Brenda whispered as she touched the trembling girl,
gently running her fingertips over the swollen nipples of her friend.

"Thank you." It was surreal, this experience, and she looked at her Master,
seeking direction, seeking his strength, as she always did.

"Brenda, why don't you sit back and relax. Whatever you want from her, she will
do. Anything." He stated this without emotion, just offering her as if she were
an after dinner mint and she flushed hot again, thinking that Brenda must find
her repugnant now. But Brenda simply nodded and sat down again, only she slowly
slid her panties down from under her skirt before she did so.

She watched as Brenda continued to push the panties further- down her tanned,
shapely legs and over her sandals before they were kicked aside. Then she moved
forward as Brenda beckoned for her, placing her head between Brenda's legs and
then waiting. Brenda was very still for a few moments and she wondered if this
had gone too far for her to deal with but then a hand at the back of her neck
guided her to the hot, wet apex of her friend's thighs and she felt Brenda
shift to allow her better access. She breathed in the unique smell of a woman
aroused, feeling the answering rush of wetness from her own pussy, then her
tongue flicked over Brenda's clit and she stopped thinking about anything other
than her friend's pleasure.

She sucked on the engorged flesh with fierce hunger, then released it to do the
same to the other girl's slick labia. She rolled the plump lips of her sex
along her tongue before returning to the sensitive nub of flesh protected
within them. Brenda moaned as she took it gently between her teeth and she felt
a thrilling sense of satisfaction from hearing this evidence of arousal. Dimly,
she was aware of her Master rising and moving behind her, but his presence
became felt seconds later when he began pulling the beads from her tightly
puckered ass.

She moaned into Brenda's cunt, lifting her ass high, mentally begging for his
touch, longing to be filled again as her rear became empty. He slapped her ass
cheeks and she moaned again, attacking the wet sex in front of her with renewed
passion.

"You want your ass fucked, don't you, slut?"

She nodded as best she could with Brenda's hands pushing her head down. Even
with her ears muffled, she could hear his laughter mocking her.

"Make Brenda cum, then. If she tells me that you've satisfied her, then you get
what you need. If not, then I chain you to the bad, Brenda lays on top of you
and I fuck her right there, on my slave/mattress."

She redoubled her efforts at pleasuring her friend; not losing her rhythm even
when he began soundly spanking her already punished ass cheeks. When she felt
Brenda's impending orgasm begin to sweep through the girl's body, she wanted to
dance, but she held her position, rapidly flicking her tongue over her clit,
moaning against the current of wetness as she felt her ass being opened. The
head of his cock pressed insistently against her hole and she felt his hands in
her hair, pulling but also pushing her against Brenda.

"Again," he ordered and she paused for a short breath before feasting on the
girl again, this time using her fingers to spread the girl's pussy, then
pushing them aggressively into the slick channel. She was lost in a world of
pleasure, both providing and receiving and she lost count of Brenda's and her
own orgasms by the time he shouted his release and emptied himself inside of
her. She felt no shame even when she licked and sucked him clean, knowing that
Brenda might make use of her in this manner as well someday.

The remainder of the night was a blur of pain and pleasure as her Master guided
Brenda into a world that the girl had only imagined. Brenda herself was shocked
to learn of her talent for inflicting pain and the creativity with which she
did so. She was well used that night and when she was finally told to sleep,
she breathed in the leather scent of her restraints, felt the reassuring weight
of her chains and curled tightly into a ball on the floor at the foot of the
bed. She heard Brenda whispering to her Master as they lay above her in the bed
and knew that tomorrow would be an excellent day. Any comments, critiques or
suggestions may be e-mailed to shangillman@aol.com