1.2
.Torment

Stroking her delectable white flesh as it was revealed, Nick eagerly completed
her undressing. Vicky noted with amusement the hard-on bulging his jeans. The sight
gave her an idea. Leading him over to a nearby cabinet, she picked out a stiff wire
cock training gag like the one Jane sported and an elastic gauze band. The band she
pulled over her eyes. It was harder to beg when your torturers could not see the
pleading in your eyes, even more so when the only words you could utter were
amusing and unintelligible gape-mouthed grunts and pig squeals. Unable to alter her
fate the victim could still savor the delicious terror of watching through the gauze as
the next torment was readied for application to her defenseless flesh. Titillated by the
mental image, Victoria waved the wire gag in front of Nick, a fey look of abandon on
her face. In her mind's eye she was racing toward a precipice and a voice was
screaming for her to slow down. It was her own voice and she felt a strange sensation
of release when she realized she was going to ignore it. 'What the fuck,' she thought.
'In for a pinch, in for a pounding.'
"Gag rule, strict rations'" she blurted before she could change her mind. "In
effect until you've persuaded me to suck and tongue wash every cock, pussy and
bunghole on the ranch at least a dozen times. Anything you can 'convince' me to suck
gets to ream my other holes. The usual rules concerning such willful perversions are
in effect. Rules infractions are punishable at your discretion, escalation clause also in
effect. Time limit - " She took a deep breath. This was a moment she had anticipated
for years. Never before had she gone so far in making possible the fate she was about
to pronounce upon herself.
What she said next would seal her fate. She had not known for certain what
sort of ordeal she might get herself into this trip until she saw that look of utter despair
in Jane's eyes. The idea of being held captive by a sadistic pervert who was free to do
whatever he wanted to do to her for as long as he felt like doing it had always
fascinated her. The things Nick did to Jane both frightened and titillated Victoria.
She had often played out little sadomasochistic scenes with Nick and others but
never had she felt utterly hopeless and abjectly crushed in spirit because she had set
rules and always knew that the game would eventually end. She had long since
become jaded with one night and weekend bouts of torture. More and more she toyed
with committing herself to ever longer travails. It was a delicious game wherein she
flirted on the very edge of the abyss of that endlessly excruciating doom in which Jane
now suffered without falling in herself. But what was it like to know that it wasn't a
game anymore? To know, like Jane knew, that you were completely at the mercy of
someone who had no mercy, someone who relished inflicting pain on helpless female
flesh in an infinite number of imaginative and horrible ways? Someone who had no
worry that anyone was looking for either him or his victim and thus could ply his evil
skills for as long as it took to grind that victim down to mewling, ass licking servitude?
Always she sought to increase the amount of doubt in her mind that her torment
would eventually end. She sought that desolate moment of epiphany wherein she
became convinced that her old life of pleasure and luxury was over and she was
doomed to be nothing more than one of her victims; a wretched, naked pain slave for
the rest of her miserable life.
"- your discretion."
Nick's eyes lit up in delight and anticipation as he watched her shove the gag
into her own mouth. She relished the taste of old saliva and gism on it even as she
fought back the urge to retch. The training gag looked like a frame for a complete set
of dentures as they fit completely inside the mouth over the teeth and came with an
insertion tool which, when twisted, expanded the joints until the gag fit snugly and
held the mouth wide open. Without the tool it was impossible to remove the gag even
with one's hands free, especially since the tool also functioned as a key. Not allowing
herself time to reconsider her instructions Victoria removed the tool and, sealing her
own doom, handed it to Nick. There was no way for her to rescind her orders now.
Her deliberately vague orders.
She had not quite tossed herself over the edge into that abyss but this was about
as close as didn't make any difference. Theoretically, Nick would release her
eventually, but she did not know that for certain. Her 'rules' were so ill defined as to
allow the sadist to find her in violation at any time, no matter how long she suffered,
no matter how many vile and degenerate acts she performed for his entertainment. He
did not know what time limit there might be before someone came looking for her but
she fully expected him to quickly torture that information out of her. She'd cleared
her calendar indefinitely and closed her office. None of her self important California
jet-set friends knew about this place or where she had gone other than a vague
misdirecting reference to Europe. Her only hope was that eventually he would tire of
her enough to consider allowing her to resume her practice so that she might bring in
some income and most importantly; fresh meat.
That day was likely to be a long time coming, if at all. The ranch was pretty
self supporting and a large bank account was available to its ramrod. Also he would
no doubt elicit from Vicky the access numbers to several more accounts. Nick was
certain to take the opportunity since it would be * so * much fun! Especially since
every confession, every number Victoria gave up would only serve to make her
incarceration that much longer and her eventual freedom that much less likely. Still,
greed and the lust for the new quail she could provide might win out in due time.
Vicky had the means and opportunity to bring home the goods.
Even after the most evil treatment, one thing that did not concern him was the
possibility that Victoria might go to the authorities. Nick had an extensive and
damning collection of tapes hidden away that would condemn her as well. In her own
way, Victoria Denning was a slave even when free. She had seen to that. She helped
make the tapes. It was part of her weird flirtation with making her masochistic fantasy
nightmare come true.
Completely naked now, she offered her wrists to the grinning Nick. She could
see his wicked imagination was already working overtime. Reaching into the cabinet
he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and, spinning her around, snapped them onto her trim
wrists with a click of finality, locking her hands behind her.
Carelessly tossing the gag-key over his shoulder so that it clattered unseen into
a remote corner, Nick spun Vicky back to face him. Grabbing both of her proud, ripe
orbs, he squeezed the sensitive flesh in vice-like grips until the breast meat bulged out
redly between his fingers
He spat in her face, the saliva entering her clamped open mouth and dribbling
down her cheek. "Welcome to Hell, bitch." He then slowly and with great force,
twisted the trapped boobs like a pair of doorknobs.
"Aa-h-h-h!" Her eyes watering in pain, she arched her splendid body, her
head tilted back. It did not matter what angry riposte or frantic second thoughts may
have fired down the nerves from her brain to her delicate throat and talented tongue
and lips, that breathy, sibilant gasp was the only response the training gag allowed her
to utter. Given the expression on Nick's cruelly leering face she was sure to have
plenty of time to consider the next words she * would * speak.
Gag rule meant that from this point until she met the 'conditions' she'd just set,
her ass (and the rest of her luscious body) was Nick's to do with as he pleased. And
though the deliberately ill defined conditions were hers he got to judge when they had
been met. And no matter how desperately the captive strove to please her master and
comply with his demands he could always find some violation which demanded
further inquisition. If she complained (when she got the chance) or tried to beg off she
would be summarily re-gagged and further punishments gleefully added to her
'sentence'.
Victoria and Nick had spent much time devising a set of 'Levels of Inquisition'
for just such situations. Each level contained certain degrees of allowable torture such
as Level One slapping and pinching right up to the most severe methods such as
branding, flaying and mutilation. Making the prisoner confess that she deserved to go
up to the next level was all part of the fun since all of the torments of the current level
or below could be used to persuade her.
It was a game Victoria had enjoyed often as the captor. The thrill of power one
felt when eliciting such confessions and then pronouncing some new sentence on a
terrified slave went straight to her loins because she always imagined the roles
reversed and herself as the bound one, gagged and desperately beseeching with mute
eyes for mercy that would not be given. She had put herself in such straits before, but
never before was she so uncertain she would see an end to it. If nothing else, this
promised to be her longest siege thus far. Gagged, naked, and already feeling the first
pain of her uncertain thralldom, she creamed at the prospect.
With each violation of the rules the levels of punishment would be ratcheted up
in severity, meaning, before too long she could very well end up taking Jane's place if
she proved unwilling to voluntarily submit to Nick's interpretation of her self imposed
sentence. The really delightful part was; as she suffered the torments of one Level of
Inquisition, Victoria would actually end up begging to be subjected to the greater
horrors of the next Level just to escape the already unendurable throes of her current
predicament.
Of course, the prisoner first had to be found in violation of the Rules. The rule
for Victoria in this case being to suck and eat any prick and pussy presented to her.
For starters, Nick wondered how she would react to the interpretation that already had
him grinning so evilly. She was not going to like it, he was certain. But that was the
whole point. He knew it was the very thing the perverted woman was counting on. In
her own self damning words she had opened the door to let him use the dungeon's
varied collection of monster dildoes and any other inanimate object that a female
mouth could be persuaded to ingurgitate.
His eyes roamed the racks of such devices lining the torture chamber walls.
Victoria was probably anticipating such a move and he would surely oblige her..,
again and again. But first, he preferred to surprise her a little. Surprises were always
more fun. They had a way of impressing on a slave just how impotent they were. He
knew Victoria had hoped to set a direction for her torments and wanted to quickly
disabuse her of any notion that she was in control of her fate. He was really going to
enjoy this.
"What do you say we take a stroll out to the stables, eh?" He cupped his
beautiful captive's delicate chin in his hand, running his fingers into her open mouth as
he spoke. Her talented tongue wrapped itself around the rough digits, making love to
them as she waited for him to pronounce her fate. Victoria had a queasy feeling she
knew what was coming. He laughed as he watched the expression of growing dismay
on her face as he told her what he had in store for her.
"You didn't say anything about limiting your oral chores to human anatomies,
did you, you dumb cunt?" He smiled at the wide eyed, half choked grunt this elicited
as he confirmed her foreboding. She shook her head vigorously but this only made
him grin even wider. He would have her eagerly nodding agreement soon enough.
She had seen to that herself.
Her tongue caressed his fingers even more delicately. She pressed her naked
form up against him, offering suddenly eager promise of the delightful distractions her
body was capable of providing. Nick smirked at the sudden change, relishing his
absolute power over this incredibly lascivious woman.
"That's right bitch, get in practice because you are going to suck off every
horse in the stables. And remember, every one you suck gets to visit your cute little
twat and asshole. I hope they're nice and stretchable."
Vicky's eyes were already wide with dismay at the thought. She made uh-uh
sounds as she shook her head again. Nick just nodded and leered.
"How you manage the performance is up to you. It ought to be an interesting
show," he said as his hands roamed down to her vagina and buttocks. She grunted as
his fingers rudely worked their way into the two orifices, testing their stretch-ability.
"Yes, mighty interesting indeed. It's also going to be fun watching you work the
chimp cage."
Victoria moaned again and shook her head more violently. Some of the
chimpanzees were full grown and vicious when they didn't get their way. They would
drag a woman around their cage like she was a rag doll, biting and mauling her flesh
with their powerful paws in between frequent rapes. Nick noticed that her moan was
not so pleasure filled as before though her cunt was wet just the same.
'Damn bitches can never make up their minds,' he thought.
Well, she might be more amenable when she got hungry and thirsty enough.
`Strict rations' meant that he did not have to give her food or water more than once
every forty-eight hours. And even then because of the `gag rule' she might have to lap
it up like a dog since he did not have to remove the gag at all if he did not feel like it.
But they both knew he would, just to hear her beg, and they both knew she would
eventually break down and beg.
Gone would be the proud, defiant bitch playing sadomasochistic games. By the
time he got around to removing the wire gag she would cry and beg with heartfelt
desperation at the first opportunity for release even though she knew it was hopeless.
Such an act of weakness would only garner her more debasement and even more
extravagant ordeals. Even though she knew that Nick was a merciless sadist she
would beg when, after being 'persuaded' to swallow gallons of horse cum, after hours
of his unrelenting tortures, she was finally given that first chance to speak. It was the
very hopelessness, the inevitability of the plight into which she had just placed herself
that now had her pussy wet and her nipples hardened with deviant desire.
Jane still hung before them, panting and heaving in pain, her feet arched once
again painfully across the sharp, pointed, posts.
"But first, begin by sucking this cunt, whore!" Nick ordered as he knocked the
auburn beauty's knees out from behind, forcing her into a kneeling position with her
face just inches from Jane's long unwashed twat. Victoria turned her head away from
the odor of stale sweat and great clots of rotting cum in the hanging girl's, crab and
flea infested bush, the product of countless rapes by several trained dogs, donkeys and
almost every other beast with a decent sized prick on the ranch. The thought made her
realize that Nick would not stop at the horses and chimps. Poor Jane had already been
at every crotch on the ranch numerous times over the past three years. Vicky
remembered how she had laughed at the hapless bitch's first introduction to the
ranch's varied menagerie.
While seeing such depraved acts being perpetrated on someone else had greatly
entertained her and fed her own warped fantasies, Victoria had never seriously
considered performing such acts of bestiality herself. Not for real. Somehow, she had
not thought that even Nick would stoop to forcing the owner of those animals to
perform the same services on them as the condemned murderess had done. Finding
herself in that fantasy for real at last, Victoria Denning was both appalled and
stimulated. Naked and handcuffed, the redhead trembled not with fear but with
growing excitement as she knelt before the long suffering Jane. What she had never
had the nerve to do he would * make * her do!
Nick left her contemplating this future while he stepped over to a bench. As
he stepped back Vicky heard the hiss of a cane switch. She screamed as it struck her
creamy white buttocks and started to climb to her feet only to be roughly shoved back
to her knees. That wasn't fair! The cane was a Level 2 instrument! Her outraged
protest came out as nothing more than an amusing squawk.
More blows rained down on her back and unshielded ass with machine-like
regularity. Vicky squirmed on her knees and squealed and panted through her wire
gag as she stared at Jane's cunt. The idea of shoving her face into that sweaty mass
was revolting, but at the same time, the idea of being * forced * to do it caused a heat
to grow in her loins even as the heat from the switch warmed her backside. She did
not think it would be long before she broke and eagerly lapped up that mess. She
wondered how long after that it would be before she tearfully asked to be taken to the
stables so that she could begin her oral obligations, including servicing the acrid nether
regions of her mares. What further 'encouragement' would be required there before
she eagerly slid her naked cunt onto the thick, turgid pricks of her stallions and
wriggled her pert ass onto those same monstrous members?
Finally, she wondered how long it would be before she ended up back at this
very spot, her own body mauled and brutally bruised, welted, and abraded like Jane's.
How long before she actually begged for the pleasure of being allowed to just hang
here in the dungeon by her mangled tits, quietly burning and squirming with the
unrelieved fire of her own 'hot' oil and left alone to suffer the agonies Jane was now
suffering rather than suck or fuck one more animal. Somehow, she knew Nick would
manage it.
Jane wailed as her aching feet fell from the posts and she dropped once more,
her transfixed breasts again forced into the unnatural task of supporting the weight of
her body. The wail ended in a wavering sigh as she surrendered to her cheerless fate,
and, echoing that sentiment with a sigh of her own, Victoria Denning buried her face
in the greasy, stinking, muff. Reveling in her degradation even as her gorge rose, she
orgasmed with the thought of the many agonies and depravities in store for her. Nick
continued to strike at her backside even as her tongue lapped out at the disgusting
groin and she howled into the infested fur in response. 'How long?' she thought again.
How long before she looked upon Jane's current plight as a merciful boon to be
desired?
***

As it turned out, it took just three weeks. Three weeks of hell and continuous
torture in the stables and elsewhere. Nick's first rule was that she had to swallow the
cum. Naturally, she often gagged on the thick wads of musky semen that shot from
the stallion's hot, mouth filling peckers and had to start all over. When she faltered or
hesitated from doing her chores in any way she was quickly punished. And if she
thought sucking the great, horsy dicks was difficult then sliding her well stretched cunt
over the massive members was literally hard work. She had laughed at Jane's antics
when she had forced the murdering little bitch to do such depraved acts. Now she
could only groan as she lay in the same sling under the same aroused stallions with her
legs up to her shoulders and spread so that her own dainty cunt and ass presented
themselves for the brutal bestial banging. The ass fucking was the worst and there
seemed no end to it. A dozen times for each animal she could be persuaded to suck
and she quickly found herself requiring ever more lengthy and brutal sessions of
torture to 'encourage' her to continue her self decreed ordeal.
Her naked body whipped and welted from her 'encouragement' sessions,
covered in cum and bitten by legions of flies, she worked the stables day and night,
sweltering in the heat, her own stinking sweat her only bath. She finally could not
bring herself to fuck another horse, so raw were her cunt and asshole.
As punishment, Nick chained her spread-eagled in a stall heaped with manure
and left her there with her horse cum and sweat slicked flesh crawling with green
horse flies and the lips of her cunt twitching with their bites. Her bare feet kept sliding
even farther apart in the stinking muck so that most of her weight was taken up by her
out-stretched arms. She would struggle back to the limits of the tethers binding her
ankles only to slide back again. The enforced split kept her snatch wide open and the
insects had her constantly writhing and tossing her hips in desperate efforts to drive
them off, but she could not. The same held true for her boobs which she constantly
flopped and jiggled about in the most vigorous and entertaining ways but all these
efforts were to no avail and she would howl and thresh her entire body in maddened
frustration.
Feigning sympathy, Nick dropped by with a few spiked weights attached to
saw-toothed clamps by short chains. Whistling a merry little tune, he cavalierly pulled
up her nipples and chomped the clamps down on her already bruised tit meat. Staring
into her watering, pain filled eyes with an expression of total indifference on his face,
he held up the weights so she could see them, then dropped them one at a time to the
full length of their chains. It was only a matter of inches but to Vicky it felt as though
the weights were going to tear her nipples clean off as they jerked and bounced to
equilibrium between the inexorable demand of gravity and the reluctant resistance of
her excruciated breast flesh. The crushed aureoles burned with unrelenting, throbbing
fire as every little movement caused the weights to swing, sawing the vicious clamps
back and forth, digging the wicked teeth ever deeper into her helpless, pain overloaded
titties.
Ignoring Victoria's cries of anguish and vigorous head shaking, he did the
same to the swollen lips of her pudenda. Once again he displayed the weights,
weighing more than a pound each and viciously spiked. Trapped in her bondage, she
could not swivel her hips away from his rough, groping hands as they pinched up and
drew out her already raw nether lips. She screamed in agony as the first clamp bit into
her supersensitive flesh, arching her whole body in response to this latest torment.
Nick dropped the weight, bigger than the tit weights and on a longer chain, and with a
fading scream his victim slumped into unconsciousness. Tisking in mock annoyance
he merely went on with his task.
When Victoria came to her tormentor was gone. She moaned as she realized
he had clamped the fourth weight to the other side of her vagina. Her nether lips felt
as though they were stretched halfway to the floor. A horse fly chowed down on her
ass and she yelped and jerked her body, unthinking of the catastrophic result. The
chained weights swung violently, the force of their swing tearing with agonizing result
at her tits and cunt. Then the four spiked maces that were the weights slammed into
her flesh, stabbing her thighs and ribs and she convulsed in helpless reaction once
more, setting the small maces once more into action against her defenseless body.
The weights hanging from her tits did the most damage, whipsawing back and
forth across her torso at the ends of their chains, lashing and gouging her chest as they
tugged her bleeding breasts violently back and forth. The treatment was particularly
fiendish in that it denied the captive even the small relief from the flies that shaking
and jiggling her delectable body had provided. Now each motion was a new torture in
itself. But so desperate did she become that, despite the pain, she eventually resorted
to deliberately flogging herself with these wicked chains, screaming at the torment
they caused that was every bit as bad as the stinging bites of the swarm of flies.
After nearly a day of this treatment she was ready to agree to anything. Instead
Nick simply brought in a trio of chimps and left them chained in the stall with her
despite her frantic (if unintelligible) efforts to get him spare her this particular ordeal.
She recognized the chimps. She had trained them to rape and abuse Jane. But had
been when they were young and pliable. She had not seen them in over a year and had
put them out of her mind, but not Nick. She was shocked to see them now; they were
full grown and dangerously powerful. And she was alone, naked, and chained
helplessly in the same stall with them. Victoria trembled at the thought of the things
they might do to her.
They proceeded to do everything she imagined, and more. They raped her
whenever the fancy took them, and it took them often. They climbed all over her
helpless body like it was a fucking tree, sticking their slick, rigid members into her
every orifice and demanding satisfaction. Vicky shuddered and howled in agony as the
chimps also played with the weighted chains, jerking on them in fits and starts until,
one by one, the clamps were dragged, with great and agonizing reluctance, free of her
suffering flesh. She bucked and heaved in her chains as they scoured great red gouges
in her most sensitive places as first one, then another of the saw-toothed clamps were
dragged free of her stretched and burning flesh without benefit of being squeezed open
first.
Then the real fun began. The apes had been trained for this sort of bestial gang
rape and Nick had obviously continued their education in Victoria's absence. They
knew all the ways a woman could be used to give them their violent pleasure and used
them all with vicious enthusiasm. When they didn't get full cooperation they would
bite her breasts and anywhere else that fancied them, hanging on like leeches to the
mindlessly screaming, writhing woman.
All this time, Nick never said a word, never asked a question or made a
demand. He would simply walk by, smiling and ignoring her desperate, inarticulate,
attempts to gain his attention. If only he would let her speak! Victoria would have
begged and groveled, gladly agreeing to any demand in order to end her vile ordeal in
the stall. Once he brought a small tape recorder and replayed Victoria's own words
from when they had established the conditions of the 'gag rule; "Make the bitch
desperate to a fever pitch and beyond to beg for mercy, then deny her even that pitiful
hope. The gag stays in.
"Let her perceive with absolute certainty that her doom is sealed. That no
appeal will be considered. That she must continue to suffer whatever torment has
driven her to this extreme state of despair even if it should drive her mad. Our victims
are deserving of their fate and ought to be reminded of that fact. The sadists for their
crimes, the masochists for their sins. The masochists especially, for they have truly
asked for it and we must oblige them. And-" there was an anticipatory pause. "if
that desperate, woeful bitch should one day turn out to be this particular
masochist-.well-, imagine the delicious irony of reminding me of this conversation.
It would only be fitting that the architect of the heinous ordeals conducted in these
chambers be made to endure even more extravagantly than her own victims, all the
while being reminded that she deserves every interminable minute - hmmm-?"
Victoria remembered how she had played with herself and orgasmed when she
had said those damning words. She had fantasized that if she got careless or carried
away with her masochistic urges she might one day actually find herself in such an
irrevocable predicament. It had been stimulating to plant such a personally explicit
condemnation in the gag rule. Now her words finally played for real on ears unready
to hear them. Her jaw ached as she worked it uselessly on the gag she had placed in
her own mouth. The words of denial as she sought to disown her earlier decree
remained trapped in the back of her throat. She whined and squirmed in her adamant
bondage as though each syllable of that earlier speech was a stroke from a brine
soaked lash.
That was not her! That was another woman who was free, her flesh pampered
and clean and unblemished. A haughty and cruel stranger dressed in fine clothes said
those awful things, not one whose naked skin crawled with insects as it bled and
trembled in pain! Victoria Denning hung her head and sobbed. She had finally done
it. She was truly doomed, condemned by her own words. Her wretched suffering
would never end. In that moment of supreme hopelessness, she came even as she was
raped by a chimp. And when a second ape roughly entered her ass she accepted her
fate and swung her hips in erotic response, stimulating the bestial sodomite to even
more energetic and painful efforts. After all, it was no more than she had asked for.
Finally she realized Nick was standing before her, hands on hips and head
cocked as he surveyed his handiwork: Bleeding, glistening with sweat, monkey, and
horse cum, she stood with arms and legs extended at chain's length, trembling with
pain and fatigue, her eyes sunken and red, her auburn hair hung down onto her
shoulders and over her face in wet straggles. The three chimps clung to her, one using
her tits as handholds as he pumped her vagina with his rampant tool. Another slung by
his long arms from her shoulders and rammed his throbbing member in and out of her
ass. The third hung from a trapeze Nick had set up above her and played with her hair,
pulling up tufts and yanking her head back and forth like a kid with a broken doll.
When she saw him tears ran down her cheeks and she mewled and whined
piteously. The training gag prevented anything more articulate. Gobs of monkey cum
gushed from the open mouth to dribble onto the bruised and chewed swell of her
heaving breasts. He knew then that he had broken her. He looked around the stables.
"Lots of work here for you yet," he observed casually. "But maybe we ought
to give you a little break before we get back to it. How would you like to hang around
the dungeon for a while? I have to go into town for a day or two. You'll have the
place all to yourself. Get cleaned up a bit and put something on those nasty bites
before they fester. Maybe I'll even let you demonstrate on me your latest technique
for fucking horses. What do you say to a little sack time, eh?"
Victoria hung her head in defeat. Even through her anguish she knew exactly
what Nick was talking about. She would be hung up in a leather sack with only her
head protruding and her wrists and ankles tied together behind her. There she would
be left to get some rest, if she didn't mind her sackmates; the hundred or more
cockroaches that would be dumped in with her. Then she would be brought out to the
tithanger that had so thrilled her with Jane's antics the first day she had arrived. She
would be given a choice; return to the barn and its many equine delights and
'enticements' such as this stall, or accept Jane's fate. She would accept it. Eagerly.
His agenda ought to have terrified her but she could not bear another minute in
the stables without going mad. She tried to nod her head in acquiescence but the third
chimp had other ideas. Just then he dropped down with his legs around her neck, his
erect pecker in her face. His intent was obvious and he would brook no delay.
Grabbing her hair even more tightly, he forced her head forward until her locked open
mouth engulfed his tumescent rod. She had no choice but to respond. Her tongue
ached with fatigue but it could not ignore the demanding presence in her mouth.
Nick watched the show as Vicky simultaneously serviced all three primates,
her naked form convulsing in the midst of their screaming, pistoning attentions.
"Well," he said in a mockingly miffed voice. "It looks like you are having
such a good time I guess it would be a shame to interrupt your fun. See you in a
couple of days."
"Ummmf..." A couple of days! She could not see Nick and her stuffed mouth
could not utter another sound. His only view of her nodding head was past the
monkey's pumping rump.
"Good head technique," he observed. Desperately she worked the chimp's
prick until it exploded with cum, nearly choking her. When the animal finally moved
Nick was gone. She whimpered like an abandoned puppy. Two days! To be so close
to relief from this torment only to be casually left to suffer for twice as long again!
She would go mad. Hunger and thirst also gnawed at her. She was surviving on a diet
of cum and shit already. The chimps had the darling habit of stuffing their shit into
her open mouth whenever they weren't raping it!
Out of her sight, Nick smiled at the soul damned wail of despair that filled the
stables. The wail quickly cut off as one of the chimps demanded her oral attentions
once more and she was forced to resume her three way bestial rape. He gunned the
engine of the pickup as he passed the barn a few minutes later just to rub it in. Inside,
Victoria Denning sucked monkey dick and whimpered as she listened to the
diminishing sounds of the retreating vehicle. The silence that followed was perhaps
the worst torture of all as she hung there in the stall and realized he wasn't coming
back.

***

He did not return to collect her until after noon the following day. Though it
was less than the two days he had threatened she was sure he had been gone even
longer. He found Vickie hanging exhausted in her bondage. Eyes closed, she
moaned from time to time, barely rolling her hips in response as one of the chimps
explored her cunt with his hairy paw, pushing his muscular arm well up into the
much violated cleft between her spread legs and working it around inside her. He
had been pumping her this way for over an hour and she had long since given up any
effort to dislodge him. It was another of the many "trick's" she had taught the beasts
when Jane had been the 'training dummy'.
She remembered how much fun she had had showing the animals how to fist
fuck the helpless, screaming woman, one after another until they learned to do it in
relentless rotation for hours on end. She had masturbated as she watched Jane suffer,
fantasizing about what it would be like to be in the murderesses place but never
seriously considering giving Nick the chance to put her there. But, to Vicki's horror,
with Nick away in town the chimps had remembered their lessons on their own.
Gagged and unable to command them to stop this latest debasement, Vicky had had
no choice but to endure the bizarre rape. With no human guidance she had no hope
of being spared a single minute of the dreadful performance.
Nick did nothing to interfere. For over an hour he watched as the apes took
turns ramming their forearms up into Vicki's bulging cunt, all the while smiling
indulgently at her for her eccentric sexual habits. He immensely enjoyed the mute
pleading of her eyes. They were most eloquent in their expression. He smiled as he
held up the little recorder and watched as the flicker of hope in them was crushed
once more when he hit 'play'.
"You deserve this fate, don't you bitch?," he demanded when the tape ended.
"You want suffer like this, don't you?
Without argument or denial, Victoria Denning meekly nodded mute
confirmation.
"Good. Then suffer for me. Perform for me. Already you are one of my
finest creations. Your agony becomes you, but we have only just begun. You are my
latest pain sculpture and there is much more to be done to mold you into a
masterpiece. Your suffering is performance art in its purest, simply watching you is
a most enjoyable way to pass an afternoon." He went back to the barrel on which he
had been sitting and resumed his observation. Vickie threw her head back and closed
her eyes. She hardly noticed when her mouth was crammed with a fistful of
horseshit and monkey dung, simply sucking at the mass and letting the brown juice
dribble down her chin and neck.
Nick watched her until she passed out, then, after caging the chimps he cut
her down. She collapsed bonelessly into the mess of horse and monkey shit filling
the stall, trembling and moaning as she weakly wriggled about in the stinking mass
of excrement. Watching her, Nick licked his lips. Tossing off his clothes, he dove
down on top of her, driving her even deeper into the filth as he raped her, ramming
his massive, rock hard boner into her raw, swollen, and cum dripping cunt. Her
screams became grunts in time to his thrusts as his body mashed itself down onto
hers again and again, the shit and slime smearing and lubricating the action of their
two bodies.
Afterwards, he carried her inside. Exhausted, she slumped her head against
his shit streaked chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, as though she were a
grateful maiden in the arms of her rescuing knight rather than a victim in the clutches
of her torturer. Inside Nick forced Jane to lick both of them clean from head to foot.
That was an interesting diversion in itself. Then, true to his word, he had Vicky ride
him. She bounced up and down on his dick while he groped at her chewed and
mauled breasts, eliciting an interesting ritornelle of gasps, wails, and cries of pain-
ecstasy. That last amazed him. Her cunt was so raw and swollen any action in it
ought to have been pure agony yet the warped bitch was still managing to transmute
some of that pain into pleasure. She finally collapsed and he gave her a rare
undisturbed night's rest in which to recuperate some of her strength. She was going
to need it. He would save 'the sack' for a night when she was conscious enough to
appreciate its exquisite torments.
The next morning Victoria was led into the torture chamber. To Nick's
satisfaction she quailed at the sight of what waited for her. "You agreed to 'hang
around' here," he reminded her. "Shall we get on with it or are you reneging in
which case we shall 'discuss' going to Level Seven?"
Vickie shuddered. Level Seven was the first fire level: Red hot needles and
some of the smaller branding irons. She had hoped it would have taken her much
longer to reach this level but Nick had exceeded himself in the ingenuity of his
tortures so far. She knew now that there was no way she was going to avoid the fire
and her flesh simultaneously crawled and tingled at the thought.
But not yet. Convinced now that there was no hope, she walked bleakly over
to the apparatus hanging from the ceiling and could not supress a little shuddery
moan of dread as she studied it. She had known for some days now that this moment
was inevitable. By now she had been convinced there was to be no reprieve or
escape for her. Her cringing flesh would be inexorably subjected to every torment in
Nick's baneful repertoire.
Her inventive ramrod was handy with tools, damn him, and had made some
changes since Victoria had seen Jane suffering so extravagantly in the cruel grasp of
this very device. The changes insured that Vickie would suffer even more
extravagantly. Mentally she cudgeled herself, She deserved every shrieking minute
that lay ahead. Angry with herself, she stepped up onto the two posts, wincing as the
points dug into the soles of her dainty feet. Throwing her head back she tossed her
auburn tresses over her shoulder and glared back at Nick in a momentary show of
defiance. "Do your worst,' her eyes challenged.
He did.
Hours later, (she had no idea how many), Vicki gurgled and moaned as she
slowly twisted in the air, her outstretched toes vainly seeking the pyramid topped
posts somewhere below her so they could once again torture her raw, delicate feet.
She would welcome that pain because it meant she could (at least, temporarily),
relieve the exorbitant agony in her breasts. Nick had been right, it was much more
difficult for the victim to support herself this way. Jane had had it easy in the fixed
tit clamps.
As with her foreboding comments about masochists, the bastard had taped her
reaction to Jane's plight that first day. As her naked body was introduced to its
newest afflictions, he replayed her suggestions. Laughing at her obvious dismay he
introduced her to each 'improvement' as the recorder faithfully reproduced her
original recommendations. She could only roll her eyes and moan as he showed her
the devices he had made in accordance with her own instructions. She had meant for
Jane to 'enjoy' these 'improvements'. Or had she?
As she had predicted and now learned first hand, with the tit clamps
suspended from a cable instead of being fixed the victim was free to turn and swing
in any direction, making the once difficult act of regaining the oppressive perch even
more formidable. Turning slowly this way and that, it was almost impossible to do.
Vicki tried to look down to spot the posts and immediately squealed as the spikes
arrayed along the edges of a stiff discipline collar stabbed at her throat and neck.
Another effective idea!
"-And a stiff discipline collar to force the cow's head back so she can't see
what is actually happening to her udders. That ought to keep her imagination lively
and help her concentrate on her penance." Her own words echoed in the torture
chamber, mocking her.
Trapped by the oppressive collar, she could only stare hopelessly up at the
ceiling and contemplate her own contributions to her present set of woes as the
beams above rotated in and out of her view. Her chest burned with the strain of her
weight and the cruel spiked boards clamping down on her poor breasts magnified her
every motion, translating the vibrations into shocks of purest agony.
But Vicki was getting used to even this distress in her perverted sort of way.
She could even contemplate the horrifying certainty of her next 'break', hanging like
so much meat in this dungeon. She knew it would happen. Several times more would
she hang here like this and she would welcome each opportunity with bitter tears of
relief. A 'dozen times' she had said. So easily, so blithely. A dozen times at each
cock, a dozen times at each cunt and a dozen times at each filthy, greasy asshole.
Even now, her mouth tasted like the living sewer it had become. Jane's crab infested
pussy would taste like vanilla pudding right now by comparison. Vicki writhed her
hips. Her own bush crawled with vermin, almost driving her mad at times because
she could not touch it. The claws on her fingers scratched painfully at her hips as
they made the useless effort anyway.
She concentrated instead on her other distractions. As she squirmed and
twisted in mid-air her slender legs slowly churned as though she were riding a
bicycle as they ceaselessly explored for the posts. This action in turn constantly
pumped the massive flanged and ridged cunt reamer in and out, around and back,
twisting and ramming it against the raw, bleeding membranes within. The fishhook-
ended "Hellraiser" chains clawed ever deeper into her labia, tearing at her nether lips
until they were sacs of blood. Her arms twisted helplessly in response. Cuffed hard
to her hips, they ground the short, spiked crossbar around against her buttocks and
drove its oversized, ridged hook deeper into the ruptured tissues of her rectum.
Again the claws on her fingers raked involuntarily at her hips and buttocks, drawing
blood.
She squalled and shook but this only rocked the massive spiked iron ball that
Nick had affixed to her navel with four large fish hooks. Here was another one of
her cruelly clever ideas turned against her! Again Nick had grinned as he replayed
the fateful scene-
Victoria heard the crack of her own hand smacking Jane's bare belly and
remembered the bright red hand print she had caused. Impaled and hanging
helplessly by her tits Vicky could only anticipate what was to come with a strange
mix of dread and anticipation. Nick let her wait for the blow she could not see
coming because of the collar. Despite herself she tried to look and once again was
painfully thwarted. Nick laughed and struck with a blow that set her swinging and
screaming. With much amusement he watched her resultant, desperate struggles.
When she finally settled back into some sort of trembling, mewling tranquillity, he
played the rest of the fateful scene on the tape: "-And see what you can come up
with for this too. It looks so ignored. Something nice and heavy, I should think, with
lots of prickly little spikes and things to keep the old blood circulating."
Each of the fish hooks was big enough to land a tuna and entered the center
of her aching belly button so that they pointed outward in a cross pattern. Then the
shanks of the heavy duty hooks had been bundled together and drawn up through a
small shaft in the iron ball where they were pulled tight and locked in place so that
the ball clung tightly to her firm belly. Whenever she moved, the heavy ball bobbed
and rocked about, the hooks tearing at her belly button, but the belly ball was deeply
moored; the curved points plunging through hefty chunks of her flesh before probing
painfully back up just under the skin. Though the flesh around her navel protested
with angry heat the massive ball did not tear loose, though in time the points worked
their agonizing way back to the surface. Simultaneously, the many spikes of the
heavy iron ball drove into her tender belly flesh again and again with delightful effect
as it bobbed and wobbled in time and counter time to her every motion. Even
through the agony Vicky regretted that she could not see the sight she presented. She
remembered vividly her anticipation of torturing Jane in just this fashion. Nick had
got the heinous device just as she had imagined it! Her belly screamed with pain.
That it was supposed to be Jane's belly and not her own was no longer important.
Only the image in her mind of female flesh under extreme duress filled her mind. In
fact, perhaps it was better this way. Cringing Jane might only have ruined the effect.
Drawing in her breath, Victoria deliberately lifted her feet from the posts they
had so earnestly sought and arched her back, stretching her legs behind her. Caught
up in her own self image of exotic anguish she ignored the many new and renewed
pains this pose created; the excruciating agony in her magnificent breasts, the fire in
her labia as her nether lips stretched taut, the wrenching in her gut as the rod in her
cunt shifted until it pressed against the inside of her abdomen. The arched pose
showed off her latest torment to her captor and she deliberately writhed her belly to
set the balling rolling about. Gasping and moaning, she soon had her entire body in
motion in a dance of pain and perverted pleasure. She wished in that gloriously
transcendent moment that she could speak just long enough to beg Nick- to remove
the posts! She wanted to hang there and experience this magnificent agony forever!
She knew the moment would pass but that was part of her twisted pleasure;
knowing that the agony would go on and on until she had paid for her perverted
gratification with massive interest. She thought of how she had felt out in the stable;
broken and hopeless, and creamed at the prospect of returning to that abject state of
mind that was the nadir if mental and physical despair.
Eventually, as she knew it would, the depraved mood wore off and she once
more found herself with too much pain to absorb and too much time to think about it.
But, as Nick had said, it was anticipation that was perhaps the worst torture of
all. Hanging there, staring at the ceiling, she could only suffer and wait for the next
horror that would be done to her. She waited, trying not to think of the incessant
agony constantly broadcast by her impaled, crushed and stretched breasts, the
burning ache in her belly, or the jabbing pains in her ass and hips.
She tried not to think about Jane either. Jane, who Nick had chained nearby,
returned again and again with her own set of claws to decorate the helpless torso
mewling and hanging like so much raw meat in the very dungeon it had designed.
Using only one or two fingers at a time she slowly scratched, scraped, and carved
thin, shallow slices of skin from the captive body, imprinting new patterns of pain on
the fevered flesh. Ignoring all her other torments, Vicky threshed and wriggled
violently as she tried desperately to put off this latest assault. It was no use.
Squalling with agony, writhing in response to each new cut, she could do nothing but
suffer under the merciless hands of her former victim. And that was as it should be.
A hand rose into view and casually plopped a lump of shit into her upturned mouth.
Victoria gurgled and accepted her degrading breakfast with resignation. After all,
had she not spent three years preparing Jane for this moment of revenge? Had she
not all the while secretly desired this just fate? Without further complaint Vicky
mashed the bitter lump with her tongue and swallowed her captor's excrement as she
accepted her wretched fate.
After carving each new set of bloody designs into Vicki's cringing flesh,
Jane would take the basting brush and the jar of 'salad dressing' and apply a fresh
coat of glistening, spicy oil to the scored and reddened meat, making it writhe and
howl mindlessly in even more pain just as it was beginning to think no more pain
was possible. Then Jane would remind the flailing Victoria that this was all her own
idea; playing the tape recorder Nick had given her, emphasizing that she was not yet
half done with her ordeal. The tables deliciously turned, Jane's victim had no choice
but to listen to every horrible promise of even greater torments to come. The
murderess gleefully basted her former mistress with the fiery spiced oil and reveled
in the resultant screams and howls as Victoria Denning writhed anew in futile effort
to alleviate the searing agony that blistered her naked body from neck to straining
toes. This time there was no pleasurable sensation, perverted or otherwise, only
unholy agony and retribution and woeful penitence as the prisoner hung by her tits
and waited for the next escalation of her travails.
Then Jane would leave, but not before mentioning that she would return with
some nice long needles to slowly force up under Victoria's toenails so she could all
the more easily find the posts. Such consideration.
Such anticipation.
Swinging back and forth, her gleaming, naked, body burning with agony and
torment as it constantly arched and twisted like a worm on a hook, Victoria Denning
stared up at her unbreakable chains where they anchored solidly in the heavy ceiling
beams of her prison and thought of her jaded California friends idly stretching their
unfettered bodies on windswept beaches and sunned themselves. Tears ran down her
face as she thought of her mindless, carefree, society friends and how they must be
chattering in envious tones about her mysterious vacation and how she must be
enjoying herself. Coming through the training gag her anguished, hopeless sobs
sounded almost like laughter.

****

A soft fade of lights as we close this scene.... The third and final (for now) excerpt
from Victoria's Secrets. A work in progress. Never fear, Victoria will return with
even more travails in store.

Synopsis: Dr. Victoria Denning is a consulting psychiatrist for the CA parole board. She uses her position to obtain a torturer and victims for experiments at her secluded ranch. Then she gives herself over for a vacation "massage" at the ranch, and gets a little more than she bargained for.
VICTORIA'S SECRETS
1.1
Temptation

Dr. Victoria Denning was intelligent, beautiful, successful.., and utterly
depraved. But she did not share her perverted pleasures with everyone. She kept her
darkest, most secret desires from everyone who mattered among the wealthy liberal
cocktail set with which she associated. She preferred to use these pompous, self
appointed elite's in other ways and freely employed her exquisite body to advance her
own ends or distract anyone who asked the wrong questions. Between the physical
bribe of her body and the psychological double talk she could so glibly spout, the fools
loved her. That was how she had wangled her jobs as an abuse counselor and as a
consulting psychiatrist for the California parole board. It was perfect. She got to meet
people so warped that even a state famous for its lunatics had to lock them up. And
that was exactly what she wanted. She was particularly interested in the ones who
enjoyed torturing women.
You see, Dr. Victoria Denning was a rabid sado-masochist. Pain turned her
on, inflicting it, receiving it. She particularly enjoyed inflicting pain, especially when
exercised as practice for depravities that might be visited upon herself. The sight of
another woman writhing in torment made her pussy cream as she imagined herself in
the victim's place. The prospect of being forced to endure the most perverted acts of
torture and rape aroused and excited her. The best part was knowing that the reality of
submitting to such acts was always far more painful than the fantasy. Even more
arousing was knowing that the fantasy would eventually lure her into suffering the
painful reality. It was necessary; the fantasy would not work if there was no threat of
actually succumbing herself. Yet so warped was she that there occasionally were
those supreme moments when her perverted mind overcame her pain and transmuted it
into glorious ecstasy. Such moments fueled the fantasy and made the dreadful,
screaming, reality inevitable.
Along with her job came the power to recommend freedom, freedom for
these people who liked to hurt women. They were an important part of her fantasies,
and her plans for her future reality.
Her interview records were full of descriptions of women brutally tortured by
her patients. She had recorded and cataloged a wide variety of imaginative torments
as confided to her by these twisted people. While maintaining her pose as a concerned
professional she often orgasmed during the sessions as she listened to lengthy recitals
of rape and torture that would horrify most people. But Victoria Denning was not
most people. She often visualized herself in the cruel hands of her perverted patients,
being forced to endure the same horrid ordeals as had been perpetrated upon those
anonymous victims, some of whom were not even cases on the books except as
missing persons. The fate of some of these missing women was extreme indeed,
including mutilation and slow deaths in ways so horrible that even Victoria preferred
to only use the tales as masturbation fantasies, though those fantasies were dark ones
indeed.
Still, some of the individual techniques she picked out of these confessions
were inspired in their cruelty and Victoria was sometimes tempted to try them out.
She had a place where such experiments could be carried out in privacy. It was not a
place her society friends would care to visit, though Vicky often fantasized about that
too. She was certain she could make the experience a memorable one for them.
The most stimulating stories to be unveiled in her office concerned several
victims who were still alive and in the clutches of some of the inmates un-incarcerated
cohorts. Revealed under deep hypnosis, not even the inmates knew they had further
incriminated themselves and others as yet unknown to the authorities. It was all so
delicious. To know that she was the only one who knew about these women's
miserable plight was an incredible rush. It felt godlike having the power of life, death,
or continued torture and captivity over them.
She was their only hope and that meant no hope at all. They might as well
have been her personal sex slaves. At any time, at any place, all she had to do was
conjure up an image of these women suffering some baneful torture and she brought
on an instant orgasm. She could do it while shopping or driving or doing any number
of boring little chores that made up daily life and, pow, instant pleasure.
The best part was the irony of it; those captive women would do anything to be
free to perform those same boring little chores. But they could not be free because she
would not free them. It was a mental game that provided too much of a kick to ruin by
letting anyone know. The mere thought that while she was free to enjoy her privileged
life they were at that same moment suffering the most vile tortures was a tremendous
turn on. It was fun to sun herself at the beach and tease the men ogling her
magnificent body while contemplating the hopeless situation of those women.
At the same moment that she arched her svelte golden torso to the sun's caress
and caused men to drool at her perfect breasts she imagined these women hanging in
someone's hidden cellar like slabs of meat, their naked bodies sweating and lurching
in response to the rude embrace of a whip across their bare tits. There was something
poetic about that, she thought, especially at the beach where the contrasts were so
vivid. She often came until her tiny patch of a bathing suit bottom was thoroughly
soaked without her ever going near the water.
All she had to do to rescue the poor bitches was pick up a phone. But she did
not. Every day she thought about it and every day she condemned these women all
over again, sentencing them to continued agony and despair. It was intoxicating. It
fueled another fantasy; that she might one day fall victim to one of these merciless
sadists. No games, no safewords, no respite or rescue, just pain. What delicious irony
that would be. What ironic justice. She imagined herself, naked and bleeding, near
mad with pain as she reminded herself that she actually deserved her grim fate. Just
thinking it made her cream. No, her 'patients' grisly secrets were safe with her.
Besides, Victoria would never think of passing on any such privileged information to
the authorities. She had her professional ethics to observe, after all.

***

When Victoria walked through the front door of her remote Montana ranch,
she was never sure what she would find. A faint scream greeted her as she walked in
and she arched a curious eyebrow. With a few notable exceptions where loud and
incoherent lamentation was de rigueur, Nick, her ramrod, got his kicks watching
women squirm and mutely beg with their bodies. He had the most inventive collection
of gags, masks, and hoods. She knew. She had sampled most of them and done her
share of speechless begging and writhing for Nick. Not that the hard core sadist ever
responded with kindness, but sometimes, if one wriggled long and lewd enough he
might be distracted into taking a little rape break from his torturing.
The shrill octaves were familiar, it could only be her favorite 'guest': Jane
Keller. Jane was a cute little vixen with a face of elfin beauty which belied the evil
mind behind it. With a wasp waist and a bust like twin torpedoes she attracted men
like flies. Little did they know just how like flies they were to this murderous little
black widow. Using her petite body to good effect she made a convincing nympho sex
slave, but once she had a man's cock between her teeth she bit. Hard. Then this
twisted bitch would thoroughly enjoy getting the shit kicked out of her. She would
take the abuse thus meted out by her outraged lovers defiantly, feeding on a warped
sense of martyrdom as though she were an undeserving victim and letting her inner
rage simmer until her abuser grew careless or confidant of his mastery. That was
when Keller took her revenge.
But something had gone wrong the last time. The drunken, overweight bar fly
might have seemed an easy mark but she had seriously miscalculated the mismatch in
body mass between her and her latest victim to be. Howling with rage he had knocked
her to the floor and began to pry her teeth out with his belt buckle. She'd been rescued
by the police when the neighbors heard her screams and called for help. Unaware of
her dark history they naturally treated her as a victim.
Victoria had no worries about such embarrassing interruptions. Her nearest
neighbor lived more than ten miles away, well out of screaming range. Keller was
proof of that. Despite her small stature she was a good screamer and had been given
many opportunities to test out the ranch's isolation and soundproofing. Ironically, she
had been referred to Victoria for help at public expense and became instead one of the
ranch's first acquisitions.
It did not take long for Victoria Denning to figure out that the buxom little
waif was a homicidal maniac. The kinky psychiatrist quickly spotted what the
sympathetic cops had not suspected when they referred their aggravated rape and
abuse case to the psychiatrist; The foxy little cunt was a serial killer. Even the
disappearance a few days later of the ad hoc dentist did not stir the suspicions of the
pea-brained bureaucrats who were so concerned for their poor little "victim". With
access to police records Victoria quickly discerned a pattern of missing men in Jane's
travels. Jane would first provoke the men into abusing her then she would have her
"revenge". The men would disappear never to be seen again.
After milking the case for all it was worth financially (the state paid top dollar),
Vicky had Nick kidnap her client and bring her to the ranch. There, she was
interrogated, her confessions noted (and confirmed), "tried" and convicted to a life
sentence of torture in Vicky's dungeon for her wicked deeds.
It was so delicious to have a prisoner who actually deserved every heinous
punishment they could inflict on her. So far she had screamed and writhed her way
through three years of her sentence with Nick seeing to it that each new day of her life
was more miserable than the last as she ground through her endless round of torments.
Hearing the scream as she entered, she frowned at her foreman in disapproval.
"Sounds like you let the door open again, Nick. I told you about that. What if
I were the cops or some nosy neighbor or salesman."
"Ah, hell, Vic. I knew it was you. Saw you coming through the gate on the
monitors. And I know how that sound is music to your ears." As if on queue, a rapid
series of short, desperate shrieks erupted below and he smiled with wicked
satisfaction.
"Good lord, Nick," Victoria exclaimed. "What'd you do? Leave her in a cage
full of hungry rats?"
Nick just grinned. Victoria slowly broke into a smile.
"OK. I guess I have to see what you've been up to. Obviously poor Jane is
enduring something special just so you can show off that fiendish imagination of
yours again. Well, let's go see what deviltry you've come up with this time."
Throwing her bags in a corner, she headed for the basement.
Jane's predicament was both appalling and exciting. She was naked, of course
(in fact, in three years of captivity, not a stitch of clothing had come between her
cringing flesh and her captor's implements of torture). In a bit of a departure for Nick
(no doubt done for Vicky's benefit) her mouth was held open by a stiff wire cock
training gag which allowed her to vocalize her enchanting assortment of screams and
shrieks without letting her articulate the fervent pleas for mercy which she was
doubtlessly trying to express to her heartless captors. She had good cause as she was
hanging by her fulsome tits. Or nearly so, and here Nick's vicious imagination was
evident.
The condemned murderess stood atop two short, blunt, pyramids carved from
four-by-fours set in the floor. Her spread legs were trembling, the bare arches of her
delicate feet painfully taking her full weight. She was forced by the intense pain and
cramping to periodically lift her aching feet from the posts, yet she could not step
down to the ground since her generous tits were tightly sandwiched between two
spiked boards , immobilized at a fixed height. With her hands cuffed behind her, Jane
had no option if she stepped off the foot destroying supports but to hang from her
brutally imprisoned jugs, her legs kicking and spasming, toes stretching vainly for the
floor that lay just one heartbreaking inch too far for them to reach. But that was just
the beginning of her predicament.
Her chafed and bleeding ankles were cuffed to a spreader bar by short lengths
of chain which allowed the bar to bounce and jerk about in response to the victim's
desperately flailing legs with a lot more action than if it had been fastened tightly to
each ankle. Besides allowing Jane's tormented feet to more easily slip off their cruel
'supports', the weight of the dangling bar actually served to make it even more
difficult for the screaming bitch to place her bruised and tender soles back on the
blocks. But the torture's refinements did not end there. To the bar was attached a
vertical cunt reamer which twisted about and rammed up and down in the captured
vixen's pussy with every motion. Last, fishhooks embedded in the lips of that
thoroughly reamed hole stretched downward and outward, held by fine but strong
chains fastened to the jiggling ends of the spreader bar. The chains were (naturally)
just a bit too short so that with every erratic motion of the bar the hooks tore and
contorted the horribly over-stressed cunt lips.
Jane's desperately twisting wrists were cuffed to the ends of a short, spiked bar
that banged and scraped into her ass with every motion, gouging the screaming girl's
well abused buttocks. From its center a curved steel rod ran down the crack of her ass
and back up into her bung hole, The whole arrangement served to keep the hapless
Jane unbalanced as it unnaturally but delightfully arched her back and presented her
chest and belly for admiration and torment.
Even her fingers contributed to her torture as each one was tipped with needle
sharp steel claws so that she constantly scratched and stabbed her hips and thighs with
each clutching motion. This was a particularly poetic punishment since these refined
'Freddie claws' were duplicates of a set Jane had used in several of her killings.
Several of her victims had been slowly sliced to ribbons before they died. Their
current employment as part of Jane's punishment was a little side benefit of her
therapy sessions with Victoria.
Having gained Jane's trust by allowing her to make love to her, Victoria was
then able to hypnotize the girl and learn much that was now coming back to haunt her.
Jane's sunken and fatigue rimmed eyes showed every agonized minute of her thousand
day ordeal. There was no hope in them at all; only the empty certainty of thousands
more of the same unending, unendurable agony for the rest of her life: a life sentence
in the living Hell of Victoria Denning's secret dungeon.
This was one prison from which there was no hope of parole. By a queer twist
of fate Jane's murders had ended up bringing her to the very people capable of meting
out the doom she most deserved. It was a doom Victoria suspected Jane had always
secretly sought for herself. In fact, the murderous vixen had often confessed to such a
desire in this very chamber while undergoing Vicky's stringent questioning.
The spate of screams that greeted Victoria had obviously marked Jane's most
recent surrender to the satanic clutch of the spiked tit clamps as her tortured feet and
fatigued legs gave in to the inevitable once more. In the intervening minutes since the
first screams Vicky heard upstairs, Jane must have kicked and struggled until she had
resumed her shaky perch. But she could not maintain it. Each new position brought
new pain and her desperate writhing search for relief caused her to lose her balance
and pitch backwards until her motion was stopped with an abrupt jolt to her squashed
and skewered breasts, her legs swinging wildly, and her whole body pivoting on her
diabolically racked boobs.
Entering the torture chamber, Victoria was just in time to witness this latest
performance and her squeal of delight merged with Jane's abject ululation of agony as
she hung like a worm on a hook, arching her glistening body back and forth in
indescribable torment. Clapping her hands in pleasure, Vicky walked over to observe
Jane's agonized throes more closely.. Even a worm had more hope that its pain would
soon end. There was no hungry fish to come along and end this worm's misery. Nick
watched as a hooded look of obscene introspection crossed his employer's exquisite
features
"Marvelous," she breathed. "A masterpiece of the torturer's art. How long has
she been like this?"
"Since this morning." Nick shrugged indifferently. He was watching her, not
the long suffering Jane. "I didn't know exactly when you would show up. Her initial
reaction to the situation was quite amusing, though. It's on tape, of course."
Walking around the screaming, squirming meat, Vicky laughed wickedly. "I
can imagine. I'm sorry I missed it, must've been fun. We'll have to do it again with
some fresh meat while I'm here. I'm planning a long stay."
Nick grinned nastily. "I think we will be able to come up with something to
entertain you."
Victoria caught his leer and frowned, her eyes darting back to Jane and her
frightful predicament. She stepped back a moment, a delicious little shudder of fear
running through her. Her arms folded themselves across her magnificent bosom,
hugging the sensitive mounds protectively. There were limits, after all!
"Just remember who pays the bills around here when you feel like indulging
yourself, ramrod," she cautioned with an arch look. He returned her stern gaze
innocently.
She returned her attention to Jane, who had by now settled down to hang
almost silently, head back, drool running down from the side of her open-gagged
mouth. Little squeaks and stuttering gasps were all the trapped bitch uttered as she
squirmed slowly in the air, her legs pumping spasmodically, sending the agitator up
and down and back and forth in her raw cunt.
"And you, my deadly little vixen. I suppose you would find Nick's thoughts
amusing for a change, wouldn't you?"
She hugged her breasts more tightly as she studied Jane's extravagantly
violated paps. She felt Nick's eyes boring speculatively into her back even as she
could not deny the seed he had planted in her warped mind; Victoria could feel her
nipples rising under her arms and the pleasurable tingle in her crotch as she considered
the unspoken thought she had read in his mind as clearly as if she were telepathic.
Dreadful images flashed through her imagination and she shuddered again. But was
there not a little thrill in that shudder as well?
Seeking to throw off the obscene train of thought before she succumbed to the
fearful temptation growing in the darkest recesses of her mind, she laughed and
punched Jane hard in the belly just as she found her support once more. The blow sent
the girl howling as she tried to bend over only to slip from the posts as her knees came
up instead. Jane's arms twisted in agony, drawing the spiked restraint bar bloodily
across her already well furrowed and shredded ass globes and grinding the studded
hook around in her bleeding asshole.
Spasming, her fingers raked her bare hips with the sharp tips of the 'Freddy
Kruger' gloves, adding to the damage there as well. In response, Jane's legs flailed
again, once more reaming her raw pleasure pit with its searing steel massage. The legs
straightened in convulsive response and the chains and hooks took their toll of the red,
swollen flesh of her tormented pussy lips.
Losing herself in her sadistic side, Vicky smiled when she noticed a bottle of
her own special 'salad dressing' on a stand nearby. It was her own concoction;
vinegar and red hot crushed cayenne peppers in an oil base to make it all adhere to
flesh with lingering effect. It was the perfect thing to rub onto scratched and abraded
skin. Jane's slender body glistened with a generous coating of the incendiary blend.
Vicky tisked in mock concern. She had used the stuff on her own silky skin on
occasion and usually found herself running for the shower. Bound, with no recourse
but to writhe and suffer, the torment it inflicted was like being slowly burned with
acid, even to the point of raising blisters. What the stuff did when it got to an open
wound or the delicate tissues of a cunt or asshole was indescribable. Vicky noted
clinically that poor Jane was literally pumping the fiery liquid into both orifices, since
so much of it was dripping down onto the devices pronging both ends of her crotch.
No wonder her face held such a fascinating rictus of pain. As if she didn't have
enough inflamed nerves already to keep the pain centers of her mind occupied! In
addition, it looked like Nick had been busy applying some decorative touches of his
own to the quivering white flesh of his helpless, naked victim with a second pair of the
'Kruger gloves' and the resultant angry red streaks flared all the more hotly with the
encouragement of the blistering concoction.
"Ooooh... those look nasty." Victoria stepped up to stare the desperately
flailing Jane in the face, thrilling to the plaintive, mewling sounds the girl was now
making. The wretched wench was so absorbed in her anguish that she completely
ignored her newest tormentor. The muscles of her neck stood out as she strained to
bring her head forward, her wide, horror filled, eyes locked on the floor as she sought
to guide her feet back to the agony of the posts in order to relieve the agony in her
breasts. Vicky loved the look of pain filled concentration she saw as Keller dangled
by her simultaneously squashed, pierced, and stretched boobs and struggled to place
her raw soles back on the pointed posts.
Victoria's hands went out, her fingers delicately tracing their way up the slick,
squirming curves of Jane's writhing nude torso, relishing the feel of the trembling,
tortured flesh. As she did so, a pair of powerful male hands swept around from behind
and cupped her breasts, squeezing them callously through her blouse. The strong
fingers rolled her nipples, already hard with arousal, back and forth with brutal force.
Victoria closed her eyes in ecstasy and groaned, arching her own body and rolling her
silky auburn tresses against the powerful male chest behind her.
"Would you like to join her?" Nick whispered huskily in her ear.
Victoria shuddered slightly even as she smiled at the thought. Nick was a
persistent bastard and dedicated to his craft. Even without her training he knew as
well as she the value (and rewards) of understanding a victim's psyche. He knew hers.
Truly, it was a temptation, but she shook her head and pushed the strong arms
down. They resisted only a moment before letting go, drifting down to gently but
firmly caress her waist . Nick knew when to play his line and when to set the hook.
Oh, did he know how to set a hook! Victoria's lips quirked at the thought and she did
not let him see her face as she replied. "I'm warped, but not quite that far gone...
Yet!," she added as she played with the squashed, discolored nipples protruding from
the spiked boards before her, mimicking the treatment her own nubs were getting.
Jane let out the cutest little stuttering groan in response to the manipulation and her
exotically inscribed and bruised torso squirmed with enchanting daintiness as the
captive sought uselessly to minimize her pain without intensifying any of her many
other woes.
Vicky licked her lips. Damn him. She * was * tempted, though this was quite a
bit more extreme than she had planned for. Trust Nick to come up with something so
horrifyingly enticing. It was the very extremity of Jane's plight that made it so
appealing to Victoria. She imagined her own gorgeous body undergoing such extreme
torture and shuddered once more. Nick was an absolutely merciless sadist. Pleas for
mercy only encouraged him to indulge his nastiest impulses.
She knew from experience that to even roll ones eyes piteously was enough to
elicit that evil grin and bring on even more horrendous torments. Only the fact that
she made this dungeon (what he considered a dream come true) possible, protected her
from his most excessive inspirations. Those he reserved (so far) for the murderess,
Keller. Yet the thought that he might exceed his charter some day was a perverse turn-
on. Certainly he was capable of the crime. His dangerous presence and uncertain
control were part of his attraction to Victoria.
What might it be like to be in Jane's position? Vicky giggled inwardly at the
pun even as she considered the absolute despair that the girl must feel knowing that
Nick's hellish talents were free to unleash themselves on her defenseless body at any
time of the day or night, day in and day out; without hope that any torment he could
imagine would be spared her. What was it like to be forced to endure the most
perverted desires of a criminally insane sexual maniac? To be raped, tortured, and
degraded for months on end with absolutely no hope for respite or mercy? Jane was
ample evidence that Nick was capable of doing to a woman the most loathsome things
he could imagine, and do them with inhuman enthusiasm.
Feeling his hands on her, and knowing the appalling things they were capable
of, she felt that moth-like temptation to fly into the flame, but still she resisted, though
her tremble was not entirely one of fear. She knew that eventually her fatal attraction
would overcome her and she would surrender her flesh utterly to the same sort of
endless screaming red hell that Jane endured, but not yet. Jane's fate was not to be
hers. At least not today.
Such extravagant agonies ought to be reserved for that special moment of final
despair, not offered as some sort of mere door prize. Soul wrenching torment such as
Jane now suffered deserved a certain amount of anticipation. A proper build up was
needed. Besides, there was room for improvement here. Changing the subject she
swept her hand across the dangling girl's bare midriff and dug a fingernail into the
suffering girl's belly button for emphasis.
"This needs something to keep it occupied," she observed.
Nick dropped his hands, spreading them bemusedly. "I'm not finished," he
replied. "A work of art cannot be rushed. Anticipation is important, as you well
know." He grinned. "Isn't that right little Janie?" Stepping around Victoria, he gave
Jane a sharp kick in the right shin just as the hapless girl once more found her footing
on the sole torturing pyramids. With a piercing wail, the victim jerked her leg up in
helpless response and dropped back off both supports, shrieking as the spiked tit
clamps once again took her weight with sudden, jolting, force.
Nick rapped on the boards with his fist, eliciting another shriek from Jane.
"I'm also thinking of setting this tit clamp up so it swings freely instead of being fixed
like this. It ought to make things even more shaky for the bitch."
Victoria grinned wickedly and nodded. "Yes, she will swing around in all
directions with every motion she makes. It will make it damn near impossible to stay
on the posts. Harder to find them again too, once the bitch falls off. Also you might
try using two sets of boards so that they 'lift and separate' as the saying goes. On the
downside there will be all that extra caterwauling and self indulgent weeping and
wailing too. You will no doubt have to discipline the whining bitch for such
bothersome outbursts."
"No doubt," Nick echoed
They laughed.
Vicky grinned, studying the victim. The girl had seemed too concerned with
her current agonies to pay much attention to their sadistic play acting. Pain had a way
of focusing one's attention on the present. But it had not been a wasted performance.
Having been shocked out of the endorphin numbed state into which she had
begun to retreat. Jane was certainly paying attention to her surroundings now. Her
eyes caught Vicky's, begging piteously. Victoria just laughed and stared right back,
enjoying the view as she once again pinched the trapped nipples between her fingers
and dug in with her fingernails. She watched the sick hopelessness creep back into the
victim's face. As a wail drifted out of the open cock training gag she said; "Yes, I'd
certainly like to see how that works before I leave. It ought to enhance the experience
somewhat." She chuckled at the thought. "And a stiff discipline collar to force the
cow's head back so she can't see what is actually happening to her udders. That ought
to keep her imagination lively and help her concentrate on her penance." She gave the
bare belly a meaty swat that left a bright red hand print. "And, like I said, see what
you can come up with for this too. It looks so ignored. Something nice and heavy, I
should think, with lots of prickly little spikes and things to keep the old blood
circulating."
Nick performed an elaborate salute. "Your every wish is my command, oh
Mistress of Everlasting Woe." Once again he caressed her with brutal familiarity,
steering the conversation back his way. "And now, what about you, my depraved one?
Can I interest you in a little stimulating molestation of your own? A gang rape before
dinner, perhaps? A little Inquisition to see what perversions you've been indulging
back in Sin City? Confession is good for the soul, you know." He eyed Jane's
battered feet and chuckled with malign humor. "Though a little hard on the soles,
perhaps." His hands found their way under Vicky's blouse to her bare flesh. His
fingers kneaded her sumptuous breasts once more. They were strong, cruel fingers,
and would leave bruises on her creamy skin.
Vicky groaned again at the pleasurable thought. A woman's body never
looked sexier than when it sported an interesting pattern of bruises highlighted by
nothing more than a thin sheen of pain sweat. And Nick was a Master of Bruises,
capable of applying them to a woman's body with ruthless enthusiasm. He was an
artist who could maul a woman's flesh until it became a living canvas that writhed
and moaned as it displayed his craftsmanship in the art of torture. It was performance
art that brooked no compromise. Pain was his perfection.
Stepping back into Nick's arms, Vicky eyed the beautiful pattern of angry
gouges, scratches, welts and multi-colored bruises criss-crossing the writhing nude
manslayer and licked her lips. A familiar tingling was creeping through her loins.
"On the other hand, the last few weeks at the office have been particularly stultifying
and I could use a little massage." She began unbuttoning her blouse. Her fingers
trembled a bit but she only worked faster, not letting herself think too deeply about
what she was doing. Remembering the suitcases upstairs in the hall, she sighed. She
really ought to give up packing all those clothes whenever she came out to the ranch.
She never did get to wear them much. As her clothes dropped to the floor so did she
shed her authority along with her reservations. In this place a naked woman was
nothing but a slave; just meat for the whip, and the thought thrilled her.

Seductive Master, The - 14

When you wake, you find yourself in your Master's
bed. You are not bond. Your Master lays beside you
still asleep. You lay quietly looking, studying your
Master's body. You do not touch him for you wish not
to wake him. You can feel your pussy tingle as you
stare at him. Finally you slide off the side of the
bed and head for the adjoining bathroom. You take your
time relieving yourself then cleaning up a bit,
brushing your hair and washing your face. While you
are cleaning yourself up, your Master enters the bath.
He says nothing to you but merely relieves himself then
washes his face, heads back to the bedroom. Once you
have finished you quietly go back to the bedroom and
slide back onto the bed next to your Master, who has
gone back to bed waiting for you. He slowly reaches
for you and pulls you close to his chest. Nothing is
said. He rubs his soft, gentle hand over your back as
his other hand presses your face to his chest. He
holds you tenderly for a very long time, without
speaking.
"Today we shall marry slave," he finally states to
you in a matter of fact manner. "Then you shall be
given the right to be called Elizabeth again. I have
picked what I wish you to wear. The Judge will perform
two marriages for us. First shall be the traditional,
second shall be the Master/Slave vows you must say.
Then my dear slave, we shall have a honeymoon, going to
my house in the woods. We shall make love and do
whatever your heart desires. Today shall be your day
to make choices. So you should begin thinking of your
wants and needs now."
You glance up at your Master, pulling yourself
upward slightly so you can see his face easily.
"Master I wish what you wish. I am here to please you
and wish only to do this."
Your Master reaches for you head and gently his
hand runs through your hair. "I know slave, you have
proven this in the past weeks of your training.
However, there are surely things you enjoy more than
others. Of those, I wish you to make a choice."
You bow your head, finally leaning back to your
Master's chest and merely whisper, "Yes Master." You
lay there wrapped in his strong arms for a very long
time. He makes no move to caress you or excite you.
He simply embraces you in his arms lovingly.
"I'm hungry slave," your Master finally says, "how
about you?"
"Yes Master," you respond, surprised at his
question for it has never been asked by him before of
you.
"Then let's go eat some breakfast slave. After
which you shall begin the preparations for our
marriage." He says, rises from the bed and tenderly
pulls at your arms until you are pulled from the bed.
He leans down to you and kisses your lips softly, then
presses his tongue into your mouth giving you a longing
tongue kiss. He withdraws after several minutes then
swats your bare bottom teasingly and says let's go.
You quickly go to the door, open it, waiting for your
Master to exit first, then follow behind him down to
the kitchen. Breakfast is already on the table. The
Judge, who spent the night and his slave are seated at
the table eating. The slave rises and kneels as soon
as your Master enters the room. Your Master nods to
her, takes his seat, then she rises and sits back in
her chair. You glance at your Master, questioning if
you are expected to do the same to the Judge, for he
has never instructed you to do this. He nods at you
then at your chair and you slip onto the seat and do
not kneel before the Judge. The Judge's slave is quite
lovely. She is a natural blonde, with hair that is
straight and long, which comes to the middle of her
back. She wears a wide belt around her waist, from the
center of the belt are three thin rope like strands.
One strand is running through the center of the girl's
sex, pulled tightly over her opened pussy, rubbing her
clit each time she moves. The other two ropes are
pressed on the outside lips of her pussy, pressing the
one over her clit deeper within her nether lips. When
she rose to kneel to your Master you noted a small
dildo inserted inside her pussy. It is not big enough
to bring satisfaction, but big enough to cause
excitement. You can feel your pussy dripping with
excitement as you think of the constant pressure she is
receiving from her bonds.
The Judge and your Master engage in small talk as
you eat breakfast. When you are finished, your
Mistress appears in the doorway. Your Master instructs
you to go with her and prepare for the day. You
quickly rise and move to your Mistress. She leads you
from the room to the second floor examination room.
You go to the table, as you have many times,
without instructions, however your Mistress orders you
into the bathroom instead. You quickly move to the
bathroom and take standing position. She slowly
prepares the enema you know you are going to receive.
Once it is ready she pulls a chair from the corner of
the bath and sits. She orders you to lay across her
lap and spread your legs wide. She has never given you
an enema in this fashion before, but you do as
instructed without question. Slowly she runs her
fingers up and down your slit, pressing her fingers
into your wet pussy. She reaches for the vaseline and
pushes her fingers into it then presses it slowly into
your anus. Her fingers play deep within you, greasing
your hole thoroughly. Finally she presses the enema
nozzle into you and releases the clip to the enema bag,
the water flows gently into you. As it flows she plays
with your pussy, running her fingers into your dripping
hole, then to your clit. She teases at your sensitive
flesh the entire time the enema flows into you. When
the warm water empties from the bag she slowly pulls
the nozzle from you and replaces it with a butt plug.
Keeping you across her lap she teases your clit more
and more, until you finally flood her hand with your
juices as your orgasm surges through your body.
She orders you to stand and go relieve yourself.
While you do this, she runs water in the tub, testing
it with her hand periodically. When you have finished
she nods to the tub, you need no further instructions,
you immediately slide into the warm water. Her hands
slowly cup the water in the tub and she drains it from
her hands onto your skin. She then soaps you
completely, having you stand to do your pussy and
bottom, teasing your flesh as she does. Once the bath
is completed she uses a douche to clean your nether
region. She then orders you to the examination table.
Quickly you go to the examination table, placing
your legs into the stirrups, your hands over your head,
without instruction. Your Mistress secures your hands,
legs and knees in the standard fashion then begins to
rub a nice smelling oil over your body. Not ignoring
your spread open sex and ass crack. When finished she
releases you, has you roll over on your stomach and
repeats the same process to your back. She then orders
you back on your back. Again you are spread open wide
and secured. She goes to the cupboard across the room,
withdraws a tube of something and returns to you.
Slowly she squeezes some of the cream from the tube
onto her fingers then massages it into your nipples.
Your nipples get warmer and warmer as she massages.
Once she has achieved the reaction she desires she
places decorated nipple clips to your two erect tits.
The decoration on the clips is a sterling silver disk
with the word 'Master's' engraved on each. She moves
to your spread legs, places some more cream on her
fingers then begins to rub it into your pussy region,
over your clit, over your inner lips, then down your
opened crack to your anus. Your hips begin to thrust
upward as the cream heats your sensitive region. She
squeezes more cream on her fingers and rubs more into
your delicate region, causing you to thrust your hips
upward again and again. Once she is satisfied with the
effects, she places a small, thin butt plug into your
anus, then a thin dildo into your hot, dripping pussy.
You are left for several minutes while she goes to wash
her hands. Your excitement building through your body.
When she returns, she releases you, orders you to
the center of the room in standing position.
Immediately you take your place, hands behind head,
legs spread wide. She places a wide, soft leather belt
around your waist, the buckle is sterling silver
bearing your Master's name. It is tightened firmly
around your waist. Your Mistress then attaches three
thin soft leather straps to the front of the belt,
pulls one through your pussy lips, pressing the dildo
and butt plug deeper within you. She secures it
tightly to the back of the belt. Then does the same
with the other leather strips, each going on the
outside of your pussy lips. The way she secures them
is so tight it causes a great deal of pressure to your
sensitive region, yet an excitement courses through you
with the continuous pressure to your clit and anus.
Another wide, soft leather strap is hooked over the top
of the three other leather straps then pressed between
your legs, pulled firmly and connected to the back of
the belt. She then places a soft leather harness
around your breasts. The harness presses your breasts
upward and out at the same time.
Your Mistress goes to the phone, calling someone
in the house, then returns to you, saying nothing, but
stands waiting. A knock comes to the door, your
Mistress commands them to come in, and several young
slaves enter the room. They begin to work with your
hair, which your Mistress had washed during your bath.
Finally, after about two hours of preparation you are
finished then led down the stairs to the great room.
When you enter, your Master stands at the other
side of the room with the Judge in front of him. The
Judge's slave is kneeling beside the Judge.
Your Mistress whispers into your ear to walk to
your Master. You glance around the room as you begin
to walk towards the man you have fallen in love with
and love to call Master. No one else is in the room,
save the slaves of the house, your Master, Mistress,
the Judge and his slave. Your Master smiles at you as
he takes in the full effects of your body as you walk
to him. He is dressed in a tuxedo, yet you know he
wears no underwear, so you will have access to him
quickly. Finally you reach his side and the Judge
clears his throat and begins.
The first ceremony is the standard words of any
marriage ceremony. When it is completed the Judge nods
to your Master, who leans forward and lightly kisses
your lips. He then stands back up fully and looks down
at you, nodding his head toward the floor. You quickly
take the hint, kneeling beside your Master. The Judge
clears his throat again and begins: "Slave Elizabeth,
you must agree with the words spoken here in order for
this marriage to be complete. Repeat after me slave
Elizabeth, 'I, slave to my Master Nathaniel, do hereby
vow to be his wife, providing him pleasure for the
years to come, in whatever fashion he so desires. I
promise to obey his every command, and in failing to do
so, promise to ask for the punishment I deserve from my
Master. I also promise to receive any punishment,
regardless of its severity, my Master deems necessary.
I promise to always be spread and ready for my Master
or anyone he decides who should take me, with my sex
always wet and warm for him." You complete the
statement, the Judge having stopped periodically for
you to say the words. He then turns slightly, facing
toward your Master. Your Master places his hand to
your head.
The Judge begins: "I, Master Nathaniel, take thee,
slave Elizabeth as my wife. I shall love and provide
for you. I shall discipline you when it is needed, as
well as when it brings me pleasure. I shall permit you
to care for my desires and ensure you fulfillment of
your desire to be controlled, disciplined, loved and
used. I shall, each day, bring you pleasure by using
your sex and body in a fashion I deem suited."
Your Master having finished his statement, as you
look up to his face, your sex is flowing easily,
soaking the thin leather strips pressing into you and
the wider leather strap covering them. Your Master,
pulling at the back of the leather belt around your
waist, pulls you from your knees to him. He presses
his mouth to yours and kisses your deeply. The Judge
then kisses you on the lips. One slave comes forward
with a camera in hand, snaps several picture of you and
your Master, your husband. Your Master nods to your
Mistress, she comes to you, taking your arm, then leads
you back upstairs. The belt, nipple clips, dildos are
taken from you, everything is removed until you are
nude. A dress is placed on you. A sheer white, low
cut dress. A garter belt is placed on you then you sit
to have sheer, white nylons placed on your legs. A
pair of white heels are put on your feet, three and a
half inches high. Your Mistress orders you to the
examination table, telling you to lean over it and pull
up your dress. You do so. She then places a thick
butt plug into your anus. Once finished she has you
stand up, then kisses you sweetly and quickly, then
tells you to join your Master downstairs. You quickly
go downstairs to your Master.
Your Master has a small bag with him, which he
picks up then leads you out the door to the waiting
car. The car is a Mercedes convertible with the top
down. You are seated in the passenger seat, your
Master takes the driver's side. Soon you are on the
open highway, making your way to his home in the woods.
He looks over to you then orders you to remove your
dress. Quickly you slide forward to pull the dress
from underneath your buttocks and slide it over your
head. You immediately spread your legs wide on the
seat of the car. Your flesh becomes covered with
goosebumps as the wind slaps against your nude body.
Your Master presses a button and the roof of the car
begins to rise. He reaches to you with one hand, the
other on the wheel, then presses his fingers into your
dripping sex. He smiles sweetly at you, then presses
his dripping fingers to your mouth. You quickly suck
them clean, teasing them with your tongue. He orders
you to tease your erect nipples, warning you not to
pinch them, but only tease them. You begin to slowly
caress the nipples, teasing the flesh more and more.
His hand moves to your wet, shaven pussy again and
begins to tease at the lips then the clit. As he rubs
you to the edge, he orders you to pinch your nipples
hard. You do as instructed, feeling yourself about to
burst with orgasm. As you rise higher your Master
orders you to stop as he pulls his fingers from you.
Reluctantly you pull your fingers from your breasts.
He then looks down at his bulging pants, saying to you,
"I think I have something you must attend to."
Quickly you lean to his lap, unzip his trousers and
pull his erect penis from them. You begin by kissing
the head of his shaft, then slowly lick the shaft,
pressing into his trousers with your tongue to lick at
his swollen balls, then back up his shaft. You slide
the head into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue,
he is moving now into you, pressing his hips forward.
He is having some problems driving, but you are so
involved in satisfying him you do not notice. You
continue to tease and lick his firm, erect member until
he explodes inside your mouth.
Your tongue laps at the cum, swallowing quickly so
as not to lose a single drop. His member finally
becomes limp again, you wash the entire shaft with your
tongue, then place it back into his trousers. He zips
them back up. You resume your position in the seat on
the passenger side with legs spread wide. Your Master
orders you to remove your garter belt and nylons then
place your hands behind your back and to sit in this
fashion until you arrive at the home, you do so without
hesitation. The cars speeding past you take no notice
of your nude body, busy in their quest to get to their
destinations, however when you pass a group of semi-
trucks, they become active with the blasting of their
horns as you slowly pass each cab, with each trucker
gazing down into the car looking at your nude, exposed
body. This experience is exciting you even more, as
your pussy drips it's juice onto the seat beneath you.
Finally your Master turns the car off the highway to a
two lane highway, drives for another six miles then
turns off to a single lane, black top paved road.
About two miles down this road you come to a gate, your
Master pushes a button inside the car, the gate opens,
you drive through, then the gate closes behind you. He
drives another three miles down the road before the
house comes to view. The house is not huge, but large,
two story Old English Tudor home. He stops the car
directly in front of the walk-way leading to the front
door.
You do not make a move, as your Master has not
instructed you do so. He gets out of the car, comes to
your side, opens the door, then reaches down to you and
lifts you carefully from the seat of the car, carrying
you to the door. He cradles you in his arms as one
hand fumbles with a set of keys and unlocks the door.
He carries you into the foyer, sets you feet down to
the floor then kisses you deep and tenderly. He looks
down at you and finally says, "I love you Elizabeth,"
then kisses you again. When he withdraws you whisper
to him, as he holds your close to him, "I love you
Master Nathaniel, more than life itself." He kisses
you again.
He goes to the car and retrieves the small
suitcase and your dress, garter belt, shoes and nylons
then comes back to you in the foyer. You have taken
standing position while you wait for him. He smiles
when he enters, seeing you standing there waiting for
him. He slides the case down, lays your dress and
other items on top of it then moves to you, leaning
forward kisses you again.
"Come, my wife and slave, we shall tour the
house." You move through the house, your Master
showing you each room. Before taking you upstairs he
takes you to the playroom in the basement. This
playroom is very different from the one at the house in
the city. It has a thick, plush carpeting on the
floor, a large four post king size bed. A couch, a
lounge chair on another wall. There are three cabinets
with glass fronts housing the various tools of
pleasure/pain, such as whips, cane, paddles, etc. You
are delighted with the room and wish to stay there, but
your Master says no, that the two of you shall retire
to the bedroom. He moves through the door of the
playroom, heading back upstairs, you quickly follow
behind him.
Your Master shows you the guest rooms then finally
leads you into the Master suite. Attached to the suite
is a living room, off this room is a jacuzzi and sauna,
then finally the bedroom. The bed is on a platform,
raised approximately four inches above the floor level.
The king size bed is a four poster bed with canopy and
draperies surrounding it. Off the bedroom is another
room, obviously a playroom from the items on the
shelves there, then the Master's bath off to the right
and another bath off to the left. Your Master tells
you this is your bath, you enter it to see a large tub,
big enough for two people. Various items are there,
such as an enema bag, numerous bottles of lotion,
perfumes, and even bubble bath salts. You are so gitty
with the thought of sharing your life with this man
now, that your enthusiasm has found its way to your
pussy and your juices flow onto your inner thigh. Your
Master stands watching you as you look over the items
in the bath, eventually he reaches for you and pulls
you to him, kissing you tenderly.
"Playroom slave, off the bedroom." He says,
looking down at you. Quickly you move to the playroom,
taking your standing position in the center of the
room. Your Master goes into the bedroom, changes from
his tuxedo putting on only a robe. He comes back to
you and slowly circles you, reaching out to touch your
wet pussy lips. He pushes your forward slightly so you
are bending at the waist and slowly withdraws the butt
plug you have held inside you. "What is your desire
slave Elizabeth? What pleasure do you ask of your
Master?"
You knew this time would come. You had thought
about it since your Master told you that you would be
pleased in the fashion you desire. "Master," you
finally say, "the most exciting and pleasant thing I've
had done to me since coming to you was the time you
gave me a bare bottom spanking over your knees. I ask
you to do this, then slide your manhood into me then
spank me as you pump in and out. If this pleases you
Master Nathaniel." He smiles down at you then slowly
removes his robe, his member is already becoming firm
at your request. He moves to the straight back chair
on the other side of the room, sits down then says
firmly and harshly to you, "Wife, slave Elizabeth,
across my knee. I shall spank your bottom as one might
spank a child who has behaved badly. Come now."
Quickly you move to your Master's lap, laying
across it awaiting the warming of your bare bottom.
Your juices bubble out of you now with the excitement
racing through your body. Slowly your Master rubs your
tender ass cheeks then pulls his hand back and firmly
administers a spank to your bare ass. The spank is not
hard, but is soon followed by a series of harsh spanks,
three in all, then another soft, spank. He continues
spanking at your cheeks until they turn to bright red.
His member has grown under you, pressing into your
stomach as he spanks you soundly. He stops now,
running his fingers into your slit then to your soaking
wet pussy, he plays at your clit then pulls his fingers
back and begins to spank you again. Soon you shake
across his lap with orgasm. He stops, waiting for you
to calm down then begins again. The spanking and
teasing continues for nearly an hour. Finally he tells
you to stand, your ass cheeks burning from his firm
hand slapping against them. He pulls you up to him and
slides you onto his erect, hard cock. You wrap your
feet around his waist and your hands around his neck.
As he thrust his hips forward pushing his rigid member
deeper into you, he begins to slap at your red buttocks
and spanks you in earnest. Within a few minutes you
reach orgasm again. He continues to pull out slightly
from you then thrusts his hips forward again and again.
Slapping your buttocks each time. You reach your
eighth orgasm being spanked and entered in this
fashion.
Without pulling out of you he walks to the bedroom
and lays you back on the bed. His member pushes
further inside you with his weight coming down on your
body. Your burning ass cheeks touch the bed and you
jerk upward to him as they do. Finally he pulls out of
you completely, orders you to roll over with buttocks
in the air. You take the kneeling position with head
bent down resting on your hands. You feel the head of
his rock hard member touch your puckered hole, then
with one quick movement he thrusts into you. His body
pumps back and forth pushing his rod in and out of you
quickly. His right hand reaches around in front of
you, you are waiting for him to tease your clit,
instead you feel his hand slap sharply onto your opened
sex. With the three stinging slap you jerk and quiver
to orgasm, thrusting back onto his stiff member which
is still lodged deep within you bowel. He continues to
spank your open pussy then withdraws from your anus.
Slapping your still red buttocks as he does.
"On your back," he says to you. You have not
completely recovered from your recent orgasms and do
not respond quickly. The flat of his hand slaps
against your buttocks then down your crack to your open
pussy. You move faster to position yourself on your
back. He thrusts himself deep into your spread open
pussy and begins to pump in and out of you as if he
were possessed with thrusting into you as hard and fast
as he can. You feel his member swell more within your
love canal then it begins to shot his cream deep within
you. As he thrusts in and out of you he reaches for
your left nipple, pinches it very hard, causing you to
moan with the pain/pleasure it causes. Your hips buck
upwards to take him deeper into you as his cream floods
your inner walls. He pinches the right nipple in the
same manner then moves his hand to your clit and begins
to slap at it in time with his still hard member
slamming in and out of you. Soon he stiffens, you feel
his entire load of cream blast into you, at the same
time you shake, jerk, then buck your hips upward to him
and climax at the same time. He lays down, his member
still inside you, on top of you to rest. Shortly his
limp member falls out of you and you again feel empty.
His fingers move to your sex, slowly his pushes them
into you and you both sleep, his fingers staying deep
within you.
When you wake you notice the shadows of the room
have changed and see that it is dusk outside now. Your
Master is not on the bed with you any longer. You hear
the jacuzzi running, so you stand and enter that room.
Your Master is leaning back against the wall of the
jacuzzi he sits in with his eyes closed. You walk over
to him, not saying anything, then kneel beside him with
legs spread wide. Soon he looks up to see you there.
Your sex open to him at eye level. His hand presses
into your pussy and teases the flesh then he orders you
into the pool of swirling water. Once in, he stands
behind you, tells you to spread your legs wide then
positions your open sex to the jetting water flow.
Within a few minutes your sex is reacting wildly to the
pulsating water on the head of your clit. Your Master
feels your body stiffen then turns you around, pulls
you up to him and thrusts his rigid cock into your
wanting pussy. He carries you out of the spa to the
floor then tells you to ask for what you want. You
scream, "Fuck me Master, fuck me hard and fast, please
Master." He thrusts in and out of you until you
explode with orgasm. He is still hard, but pulls out
of you then orders you to the playroom.
You enter the room, taking your position in the
center with legs spread wide and hands behind your
head. Your Master goes to the shelving, returning with
a pair of nipple clamps. He teases your nipples until
they are firm then attaches the clips to your nipples.
He then moves to the side of the room and unfastens a
hook which secures a board, when lowered it becomes a
table top, the legs are extended and snapped into
place. Your Master says nothing but nods his head to
you and your quickly move to the table top. He tells
you to slide down to the end, with your legs hanging
over the end. You do so. He then goes to the shelving
retrieving something then picks up the chair he had sat
on earlier to spank you and places it down at the
bottom of the table. He places leather straps around
your ankles, then secures them to ropes hanging from
the ceiling. He then secures your hands above your
head, hooking them to a hook at the other end of the
table. He drags his fingers across your body as he
walks back down to the end of the table to seat
himself. Within moments you feel his breath against
your open sex. Then his fingers spread the lips open
wide then you feel the sting of a small willow branch
against your clit. You scream, pulling against your
bonds, then the willow branch strikes your pussy and
clit again. Each time you yank against your bonds,
lunging your hips upward with each blow, your screams
turn to a howl with the pain coursing through your
nether region. After a dozen whips to your open pussy
your Master stops then tells you, "This, my wife slave,
is the punishment you will receive when disobedient or
naughty. As you enjoy the spankings to your ass this
will be your form of punishment. A punishment should
feel like a punishment. Giving instructional
correction and not pleasure." He leans down to your
tear soaked cheek and kisses you softly. "I'm sorry my
little puss to have to introduce you in such a harsh
manner. But it is necessary for you to understand,
that notwithstanding our marriage, you are my slave and
must obey or suffer the consequences."
"Yes my husband, my Master, I understand," you say
through sobs. His hand moves over your face and
gently, tenderly wipes the tears from you. He removes
the nipple clips from your breasts, teasing the
circulation back into the flesh. He moves back down to
the chair at the foot of the table and seats himself.
You brace by stiffening your body for another blow of
the willow switch, instead you feel the warmth of his
tongue on your pussy. Slowly he licks and flutters his
tongue over your painful region, until the pain stops
and pleasure replaces it. Your juices flow down
between your ass cheeks and his tongue follows the
juice, teasing your open anus. He stops and releases
your bonds, pulls you down to the end of the table to
his opened arms. He holds you tightly for several
minutes then pulls the chair out and away from the
wall. He leads you to the chair, sits down and pulls
you over his knees and begins to slap at your buttocks.
He administers forty spanks in quick fashion then pulls
you up to your feet. He orders you down to kneeling
and bowing position. Immediately you kneel, bow over
so your head is resting on your arms. He thrusts his
rock hard cock into your dripping pussy from behind.
His pelvis slapping into your burning ass cheeks each
time. You are both consumed with orgasm, again and
again he pushes in an out of you until you both cum
again. His member drained of his cream, he withdraws
from you then lays down on the floor next to you.
Quickly you move into position over his limp member and
begin to suck and lick it clean. His hand finds your
head and pets at your hair. He then pulls you up to
his chest, presses your down to him and holds you close
to him.
You both drift off to sleep. You glow inside with
the knowledge that this man, this Master loves you. He
will tend to your every need, giving pleasure to your
body and releasing your inner self with discipline when
you do not behave properly. You sleep with a smile on
your face, knowing for all of your life you shall be
owned and loved by this man, this seductive Master.

End of Seductive Master series.

Seductive Master, The - 13

Your Master stays with you for five minutes or so
while the other Masters and Mistresses return to the
great room to check on their slaves. He comes to you,
bound on the table, leans down and softly kissed your
lips then your cheeks then your eyes. Finally moving
his mouth back to yours and pressing his tongue deep
within you for a long, intense kiss. He pulls back
from you and delicately touches your breasts then runs
his fingers down your sides to your hips. You moan
with the anticipation of his fingers finding your well
worked hole. He pulls his hands back, straightens up
to turn to your Mistress.
"Take her, clean her inside and out then return
her here," your Master commands your Mistress, then he
leaves the room.
Your Mistress releases your bonds, helps you up,
telling you to quickly make your way to the examination
room on the second floor. You can not move that
quickly but do manage, under your own power, to make it
up the two flights of stairs to the examination room.
You immediately take your place on the table. Your
Mistress prepares an enema, in no nonsense fashion she
administers it then slips a butt plug into you. She
then helps you to the bathroom, removes the plug and
allows you to dispel the enema. She draws a bath for
you as you are doing this; then helps you into the tub.
She quickly rubs you down, while still in the tub, has
you stand, administering a douche to your pussy. Once
completed she dries you off and allows you to fix your
hair as best you can. Within fifteen minutes you are
returned to the playroom, ordered to kneeling position.
You take your position, waiting for your Master
and his guests to return. You kneel for nearly twenty
minutes waiting. When the door opens, a slave is
pushed into the room by his Mistress, almost knocking
into you. His Mistress slaps at his back when he
nearly hits you then orders him to strip. Your Master
comes behind you, touches your shoulder softly and
tells you to move to the floor near his chair. You
quickly rise, following your Master to the other side
of the room.
The slave who was pushed into the room, now stands
in the center of the room without clothes. His
Mistress has gone to the shelving on the playroom wall
and taken a few items from it, alone with a thin birch
rod. She returns to the slave, walking slowly around
him. You have kept your head down until this point,
but finally you sneak a glance at the Mistress. It is
none other than the Mistress you feared earlier this
evening.
"Well you little pussy licker, what have you say
for yourself?" She questioned the young man in front
of her. "Have you not been trained better?" Her foot
tapping the floor waiting an answer.
"Yes Mistress, I have been trained to do better
than what I have. Please Mistress forgive me!" The
young man, about twenty three years old, pleaded.
"Forgive you! Forgive you! I shall birch you.
You have embarrassed me in front of my friends slave,
so you shall be punished in front of my friends." She
reached down to his slightly hard cock and pulled on
it, "You think it important this is satisfied when you
have been ordered not to cum?" As she spoke she pulled
on his cock and squeezed it tightly, his face grimaced
with the pain she was inflicting.
"No Mistress, is not important unless you, my
Mistress approve it." The young man responded
sheepishly with pain edging his voice.
"We will see how you do when you can not cum,
inspite of the need." His Mistress stated. "Now get
yourself hard. If you cum you shall pay dearly you
little pervert."
She stepped back from him, moving to the side so
all could see as he began to jerk himself into
hardness. It was not long before his cock was hard and
erect. Once it is, his Mistress walks over to him,
places a cock ring around his cock, then secures his
balls in a sack, lacing it tightly closed around them.
He moans from the pressure she exerts when she tightens
the laces. She places leather cuffs around his wrists,
hooking them together, then pulls the rope from the
ceiling to attach to the wrist cuffs. Once this is
completed she places a spreader bar between his ankles,
spreading him quite wide, then lifts him slightly off
the floor so only his toes touch. She stands back to
survey her handy work.
Your Master reaches for you, his hand lightly
petting your hair. Slowly he pulls your head towards
him, you glance up to his eyes, he nods down, you see
his member pressing hard on his trousers. Slowly you
unzip his trouser, take his member from them, he wears
no underwear, and you begin to lick and suck his rigid
member. Slowly you lick his shaft up and down, teasing
the head with your tongue. He moves his hips slightly
forward, pushing his rigid cock into your throat. He
pulls back slightly then leans over to you and
whispers, "I shall bring my hand to your head when I
wish your labor to bring me off. Right now just hold
me in your mouth, teasing only the shaft and not the
head." You can not respond, for his firm member is
still within your mouth, but you look into his eyes,
attempting to transmit the words you think, those
being, yes Master.
The Mistress punishing her slave has gone back to
the shelving holding all the treasures of the playroom.
She comes back to her slave, from behind him with a
dildo. She has picked one which is particularly thick
and long. This dildo is nearly three inches in
diameter and twelve inches long. She holds it to the
slave's mouth, orders him to wet it, for that is the
only lubricant there shall be. His tongue quickly runs
over the shaft of it, not wetting it much at all, then
his Mistress pulls it from him and returns behind him.
She slowly, with one hand pulls at his buttocks,
spreading them slightly, with the other hand she shoves
the long thick dildo into his anus. He screams at the
pain. When his scream subsides she quickly pulls it
out completely then thrusts it back into him hard and
fast. Again he screams and begins to plead with his
Mistress for mercy. This only enrages her more, as she
pulls the dildo out again, thrusts it back in, then out
again then back in again. Finally she leaves it
stuffed deep within him.
She moves to the side of him with the birch rod in
hand. She flexes it in the air and it snaps as she
whips her wrist. "I shall use this on you slave, tell
me where, and if you are wrong I shall use it on your
entire body."
"Mistress please," the young man pleaded.
"All right slave, you did not tell me, so I will
choose. First shall be the cock, then the buttocks,
with the dildo still inside." His Mistress retorted
without compassion.
"Please Mistress no, please," the slave pleaded.
"Your pleading will do you no good slave. The
punishment is decided. I am going to gag your mouth so
I need not hear your pleas." The Mistress said as she
walked to the shelving again and brought back a rubber
ball gag. She did not have to command him to open his
mouth, he did so as soon as she placed the ball in
front of it.
She stood to the side of the young slave with the
thin birch rod, pulling it back midway, then swinging
it forward landing it directly on the shaft of his
harden cock. Without hesitation she brought it back
again and slapped at his cock. She did this until she
had delivered ten strokes to his shaft, all with the
tip end of the thin birch rod. He thrashed about
wildly and screamed through his ball gag with each
blow. The head of his cock had pre-cum deposited on it
now, indicating he was surely in agony with the cock
ring so securely tight around his shaft and his balls
tightly laced inside their leather pouch.
She lowered him from the ceiling now, took the
spreader bar off and unhooked his wrist cuffs. She
said nothing, only pointed to the horse across the
room. The young man walked, with great difficulty, but
managed to get to the horse. He immediately lay across
it with the dildo sticking out slightly from his ass.
His Mistress secured his legs and wrists to the
opposing legs of the horse, then took the precaution to
secure the strap around his waist holding him firmly in
the middle to the horse. His Mistress then moved to
the side of him, pulling the birch rod back over her
shoulder landing the first blow on his upturned bare
ass. The rod left a welt which was soon joined by
another laid right along side the first. She continued
the birching until his entire buttocks were aflame with
welts from the rod. Occasionally she stood behind him,
using the rod underhanded then landing it on his
leather encased balls.
You have played with your Master's shaft the
entire time. Your own pussy dripping your juices down
your leg now from the sounds you have been hearing.
Your Master finally touches your head and pushes his
shaft into your mouth then pulls out. You begin to
tease the head of his rigid member with your tongue,
curling it around and around. Within a few minutes his
firm member begins to spasm then shoots its load of
cream into your throat. As it does your Master pushes
in and out of your mouth, fucking your mouth
thoroughly. His cum creams into your throat as you
swallow quickly to take all of him. Soon, too soon for
you, he withdraws from your mouth and you hungrily
clean his member with your tongue. He places his limp
member back into his trousers then leans forward,
telling you to look at the slave who is being punished.
You look over to the horse and see the slave
spread eagle. The dildo still forced within him, his
ass flaming red with welts from the birch rod. His
Mistress finally unhooks him from the horse, helps him
stand, though in his condition now, a cock so rigid it
could drive nails yet restrained by the cock ring, he
cannot stand upright. She leads him to the center of
the room, removes his gag, then asks, "Slave, have you
something to say now?"
"Yes Mistress. Mistress I am sorry I displeased
you and disobeyed your orders not to cum unless told.
I am sorry also Mistress I embarrassed you before your
friends. I am also sorry Mistress I forced you into
having to punish me." The young slave said between
sobs as the tears streamed down his cheeks.
"I should, slave, allow everyone here to beat your
ass and cock." The Mistress said sternly.
You, not knowingly react to her words, and your
Master touches your shoulder gently then rises.
"Mistress Bonnie may I have a word with you in the
hall?" Your Master questions.
"Of course," Mistress Bonnie responds puzzled by
his request. "Of course Master Nathaniel," she says,
turning on her heels to follow your Master to the hall.
When they return, Mistress Bonnie takes her
position by her slave again and your Master comes back
and sits down next to you. His hand touches your back
and slowly moves up and down your spine as Mistress
Bonnie begins to talk again.
"As I said slave, I should permit everyone in here
to punish you. However, I think, instead, I shall have
you wear the cock ring for another two hours, then you
will be permitted to bring yourself off in front of
everyone, unless someone desires to fuck a pathetic
slave such as yourself. Until that time, you shall go
with Master Nathaniel's slave, which he has summoned,
to receive a thorough cleaning and treatment to your
burning ass."
Just then the playroom door opens and in walks
your Mistress, not a slave, who comes to the center of
the room waiting for the young slave's Mistress to
finish with him. Mistress Bonnie slowly withdraws the
dildo from his burning ass, as she does she spreads his
cheeks with her hand and he cries out with the pain of
her touch. She hands the dildo to her slave and tells
him to clean it thoroughly when he gets upstairs to the
examination room. She then whirls around on her heels
and tells your Mistress that once her slave is cleaned
and treated he is to stand in the corner of the great
hall so all can see his reddened ass. As an after
thought she calls out that his cock ring is to stay on
for two more hours then he is to be sent back here to
the playroom when the time is up and she shall remove
it herself.
Finally it is over, you think to yourself. You
knew she was stern but you had not realized how severe
she could be.
Your Master stands now, moves to Mistress Bonnie
and closes his arms around her gently, tenderly pulling
her to his chest. She relaxes into him and he stands
holding her for several minutes while she calms herself
down and regains control. Your Master is talking
softly in a whispered hush as he holds her, she is
responding only by shaking her head.
"Slave, center, kneeling," he says to you as he
releases his arms from Mistress Bonnie. You rise
immediately, quickly moving to the center of the room
and kneel. You thought for a moment the rest of the
Masters and Mistresses would not be using you. You
dreamed it would be your Master only after this harsh
disciplining episode. But this only confirms that you
are not to think, only do as your Master commands.
Mistress Bonnie looks at your Master, as if
reading each others mind, he nods his head to her. She
walks over to you and kneels down in front of you. She
reaches out to you and you withdraw slightly as her
hands find your breasts. You now have great fear of
this woman, for you have seen her anger. Surprisingly
her touch to your breasts is soft and loving. She
gingerly plays with your nipples then leans forward to
lick, her tongue teasing the tips then her lips
brushing against them in a tender kiss. Finally she
pulls the entire nipple into her mouth then sucks on it
gently, teasing it with her tongue. She moves to the
other breasts and does the same. She finally moves her
fingers down to your spread opened sex and fingers you
lightly. You are still very wet and it does not take
much for her to finger you closer to orgasm. As she
does, she continues to alternate between your breasts,
sucking, teasing with her tongue. Finally she pulls
away from your breasts then lays down on the floor on
her back, sliding herself under your spread legs.
Slowly she pulls herself upward to your spread pussy
and begins to flutter her tongue inside you. Her
fingers find your clit and she strokes the head softly
over and over again. Her tongue now planted deep
within your canal wall is flicking inside you, your
clit is hard and erect, when suddenly she thrusts her
tongue in and out of you and you shake, pressing into
her face harder with an orgasm that rushes through your
body.
She does not stop. She continues to bring you
from one orgasm to another to another until you have
had no less than seven. Finally she licks and sucks
your tunnel then withdraws from between your spread
legs. You lean forward with your head on the floor,
ass in the air trying to regain some strength and
composure. No one bothers you for a long time.
You dose off to sleep for a short time. Finally
your Master touches you gently, pulling you carefully
upward so you are sitting on your heels. When he sees
you have recovered fully, he orders you to standing
position, you quickly rise, spreading your legs wide,
hands behind your head. Your Master takes a spreader
bar, attaches wide, heavy leather cuffs to your ankles
then secures the spreader bar to the cuffs. In the
center of this spreader bar is a large hook. Your
Master pulls the rope from the ceiling, hooks it to the
hook in the center of the spreader bar then slowly you
are pulled upward by your feet toward the ceiling.
Your Master stands behind you holding your back, giving
you support and keeping you from hitting your head to
the floor. Once you are secured upside down from the
ceiling a cradle like piece of furnishing is brought
over to you and your shoulders rest on the cradle, with
your head pressed through the opening in the center.
Your Master reaches under the cradle and ties a
blindfold over your eyes.
Someone begins to play and pinch your nipples,
then sucks on them, taking as much of your breast into
his or her mouth as possible. While sucking on one
breast the other is being played with and pinched.
Then the person alternates to the other breast and
teasing the one that was just sucked.
As you hang there upside down, your legs spread
and pussy open, someone begins to drop warm oil into
your slit, with a drop of warm oil caressing inside
your open, wanting hole. While the warm oil is being
dripped into your opening, your breast being teased,
sucked and pinched, someone else's hand finds your clit
and slowly, teasingly rubs and pinches it. Your body
shakes with the excitement of all the attention to your
most sensitive parts. To add to all of this, someone
pushes a long, thin dildo into your ass. Your moans
escape your lips continuously now. The dildo pressed
into your anus is turned on and the vibration brings
your higher and higher. None of the activities cease,
but instead another aspect is added, that being someone
slapping your buttocks with their open hand. The slaps
are not severe or harsh, more of a lovingly gentle
patting, interspersed, infrequently, with a sharp spank
to your buttocks. You quake with orgasm, then again,
as the action does not stop. Over and over again you
shake and jerk with the warm rush catapulting through
your body, finding its release through your hot,
sopping pussy. You trumpet your pleasure with each
orgasm by moaning loudly then shuddering uncontrollably
with each one. Finally, after a what seems forever to
you, but is actually only twenty or thirty minutes, it
stops. You are pulled from the cradle, then lowered to
floor. Your body limp and exhausted. Someone pulls
the vibrating dildo from your anus, then someone else
lifts you from the floor, after removing the spreader
bar and leather cuffs around your ankles, places you on
the table. Your hands are released. Then someone
straddles your limp body as it lay on the table, hands
pull at your blindfold, removing it. Your Master
slowly moves into your well worked pussy and begins to
slowly pump in and out of you. Despite your exhaustion
you respond to him lovingly, as your pussy tightens
around his rigid member. Your hands reach up to him,
enclosing him in your arms. He leans downward to your
breasts. Slowly he pushes into you then slides easily
out then back in, his tongue reaches for your right
nipple and begins to tease the flesh then sucks hard on
the erect nipple. His head moves to the left nipple
and repeats the same action. Finally he begins to
thrust deep within you, filling your canal with his
stiff, hard cock. Your love channel being filled and
satisfied the only way you had silently pleaded for all
through the night. His speed increases as does the
forcefulness in which he reams your canal. He speaks
to you in the midst of this, "What do you want slave,
tell your Master what you want, do not beg."
"Master fuck me," you whisper back to him, "Fuck
me hard and fast, harder and faster."
With that he thrusts faster and harder into you
for several minutes, his cock spasms and you explode
with an orgasm as you feel his cream flood your
insides. He continues to plunge in and out of you for
several more minutes, pumping all his cream deep into
you, bringing you from orgasm to another. Finally his
member is spent, he withdraws, laying partially on you
and on your side. Suddenly the room explodes with
applause. Your vision is cloudy from exhaustion, but
you glance around the table to see the faces of the
Mistresses and Masters gazing at you and your Master.
You fall quickly to sleep. You awaken briefly
when your Master pulls himself from your side and gets
off the table. You scan the room quickly through sleep
filled eyes and see the young male slave with the cock
ring standing in the center of the room, your eyes
close and sleep encompasses you.
While you sleep the young male slave is taken to
the center of the room. He is obviously in great pain
with his still rigid cock trapped within the ring and
balls encased in a tight leather sack. His Mistress
orders him to bring anyone in the room to orgasm, then,
she promises he shall be given relief. Slowly he moves
to each Master and Mistress asking if they desire his
tongue, cock or ass. When he gets to the first
Mistress she orders him to lick her ass and fuck her
puckered hole with his tongue. She leans forward,
bracing herself on a chair in front of her, pulls her
cheeks open waiting. He quickly moves his tongue to
her ass cheeks licking, kissing, licking some more. He
moves his tongue to her puckered hole, licks and kisses
her, then licks some more then presses his tongue
quickly into her. His hands are free and he moves them
to the front of her and begins rubbing her dripping
pussy then her clit. His tongue jets in and out of her
anus, then he pushes deep into her and flicks his
tongue quickly inside her. She suddenly shakes with
orgasm, pushing her ass further back to his face to
take more of his tongue, he thrusts it in again as deep
as he can, she bucks her hips against him once more
then slowly stands back up straight.
Everyone else is tired and too tired to take the
offer of the young man, except for one Master. He
orders the slave to the horse and has him lay over it,
tells him to spread his ass cheeks wide. The Master
pulls out his large, thick cock, places some warm oil
over it, then dips his fingers into the warm oil and
pushes them into the young man's anus. The Master
lubricates his anus thoroughly then pounds his thick
cock into the young man, causing him to gasp as it
enters deep into his sore butt hole. The Master
thrusts hard and fast and quickly achieves his goal,
then withdraws and shots his cum over the young slaves
back. The slave lays there while his Mistress cleans
his back off with a towel then she orders him to the
center of the room.
"What have you to tell your Mistress slave?", she
asks firmly, as she walks around his spread body.
"Mistress, I have been terribly naughty tonight
and disobedient. I deserved all you have done and more
Mistress. I am ashamed, Mistress, that I was unruly
and insubordinate. Please Mistress, please forgive
me."
His Mistress says nothing, but lovingly touches
his bottom, then moves to the front of him and slowly
removes his cock ring. The agony that crossed his face
is now beginning to leave. Slowly she removes the
leather sack from his balls. She gently, tenderly rubs
his cock and balls then orders him down to the floor.
Once there, she spreads her legs over him and slowly
slides down to his rock hard cock. With a smooth,
experienced action she begins to slide up and down his
rigid cock. Within moments he explodes inside her. He
pumps his hips upward, bucking against her cunt, then
roughly fingers her clit until she bucks and thrusts
onto him again with orgasm. She holds his limp member
deep within her muscle tight walls for several minutes,
savoring the feel of his cock filling her, then finally
pulls off him and lays on top of him. He softly kisses
her face until she takes him in her mouth and tongue
kisses him deeply.

Seductive Master, The - 12

The weekend comes and the party is upon you. Your
Master has chosen the clothes you are to wear. He has
picked out a sheer silk dress, pink in color, a wire
push up bra that covers only your lower portion of your
breasts, thus showing your hard nipples through the
sheer material. Your nipples have been erect and hard
since you came here, now is no exception. You are to
wear a pink garter belt and sheer white seamed nylons
with four and one half inch pink heels. The only
jewelry to be worn is the silver collar with your
Master's name on it. You prepare in the normal
fashion, cleaning yourself inside and out, your
Mistress checks on you to insure you do a good and
proper job. Once cleaned your hair is attended to by
other female slaves of your Master's. Once your hair
is completed your Mistress instructs you to douche and
you are given the items to use. A sweet smelling
liquid is used to douche yourself. Your Mistress then
applies a fragrance of perfume to your nipples, around
your shaved pussy lips and finally to your neck. You
dress and join your Master in his bedroom.
He looks very elegant; dressed in a black tuxedo
with black patent leather shoes. When he sees you, his
eyes fix on your body, he slowly walks toward you and
pulls you to him. He gently, tenderly gives you a
longing kiss. Whispering in your ear he tells you how
lovely you look. His hand reaches under your sheer
dress, he presses his fingers onto your shaved pussy
then slowly moves them between the outer lips then
finally inside. You are wet, as you are to be, always
ready for your Master. But just seeing him, it seems
now, makes you wet and ready. Slowly he fingers your
love canal and brings you more and more delight and
desire, then pulls his fingers from you and presses the
wet fingers to your mouth. You open and suck his
fingers, eyes closed, envisioning them to be his rock
hard cock. Finally he withdraws his fingers and tells
you it is time to join the party.
As you walk down the hall to the staircase, your
Master informs you this is not the same type of party
where you were chosen by him. But instead it is a
party of Masters, Mistresses, and their slaves. You
are to be presented to them for display as well as
showing you off in how well you have learned.
"If a Master or Mistress wishes to have pleasure
with you, providing I grant this, it shall happen there
before all if I so desire. Many things may happen
little puss." He says tenderly as he touches your chin
to pull your face up to meet his eyes. "Regardless of
what may happen you are to behave in the manner in
which you have been trained and act as if it were I
doing whatever is done. Do you understand little
puss?"
"Yes Master, I will do all I can to please you
Master," you respond with some self assurance.
"Very good little puss. Once this night is past,
the judge, who will be here at the party, shall perform
our marriage in the morning. Would this be alright
with you little puss?" You Master asked with honest
caring to your response.
"Yes Master, oh yes Master this would make me a
very happy slave," you answer with excitement coursing
through you. The thought of being owned by your Master
and being married to him as well is almost overpowering
to your thoughts.
"My dear, you will not be called slave after that.
You shall gain the title of your name when this takes
place. Though you shall still be my slave, you shall
be treated with some respect as my wife. Now, no
further conversation, we must join the others."
You say nothing and follow your Master down the
stairs to the great room. Your heart is fluttering
with excitement about his announcement as well as the
evenings activities.
Once inside the great room your Master tells you
to circulate and meet the guests. He reminds you that
you are a slave and to be respectful to all, especially
the Masters and Mistresses. You head off without him
meeting others. When you meet the judge, who is to
marry you in the morning, he reaches out and teases
your nipples through your sheer dress. You stand, red
faced as he does this, but do not object in any way.
Each Master and Mistress who comes to meet the new
slave, you, touches you in some way. Whether it be
your pussy or your nipples or your buttocks, you do not
respond unkindly to their touch.
At one point a Master Charles has ordered you to
the playroom. You hurry through the crowd to find your
Master to ask if this meets with his approval. Your
Master becomes almost enraged with the suggestion and
tells the other Master this is totally unacceptable
behavior on his part. You feel protected by your
Master as you stand behind him listening to him talk to
Master Charles.
As the evening progresses your Master walks over
to you, standing behind you, reaches over your
shoulders and teases at your nipples. As he does this
he whispers to you to remove your dress. You hesitate
at his request, when he says it again he reminds you of
the severity a punishment might bring. Slowly,
standing there before nearly fifty people you hardly
know, you begin to remove your dress. A maid, in apron
and a little white maid hat only, takes the dress from
your hands. Your Master plays more earnestly with your
nipples now. Though they are already erect and hard
his touch brings them out further until they extend
nearly a full inch. He whispers in your ear, "Take off
the bra slave." You reach behind you and quickly undo
the bra. By now everyone in the room is watching you.
Your Master guides you to the center of the room to
guarantee all in the room can see you. He plays with
your rock hard nipples a little long then slides his
hand from over your shoulders down your side to your
shaved pussy mound. Slowly his fingers caress the
outer lips and the surrounding area. You are now
leaning back into your Master's chest enjoying his
touch. He does not press his fingers inward, but
merely teases the flesh on the outside lips and
surrounding area. Finally he withdraws his fingers
from your body and announces to all in the room, "My
slave awaits your attentions Masters and Mistresses.
She shall do as instructed and shall obey."
Slowly the Masters and Mistresses begin to come
toward you. Each staring at your lovely, wanting body.
The first to reach you and touch you is a man in his
late forties. He reaches for your erect nipples,
pushing one hand into his pocket pulls out a set of
ragged teeth nipple clips and slowly applies them to
the tips of each nipple. He then continues to play
with your nipples, using the clips to heighten the
sensation you feel.
Someone from behind you orders you to take
standing position, quickly you place your hands behind
your head and spread your legs wide. A hand reaches
from behind you to your nether region and slowly
fingers you from your outer pussy lips back to your
buttocks. You pussy is dripping juices on the hand of
this person as they pull it over your outer lips.
"We shall adjourn to the playroom now Masters and
Mistresses. Your slaves, if well trained, will remain
in their positions here while we are in the playroom."
Your Master announces, then touches your arm and nods
his head in the direction of the playroom. You
immediately head towards the room you have learned to
enjoy and yet caused you much anxiety. But this is
part of your excitement, the anxiety and the
anticipation of what might take place in this room.
Your juices are flowing easily now as you walk down the
stairs to the door. As soon as you enter you take
standing position in the center of the room, waiting
for your next command. Slowly the dozen Masters and
Mistresses enter, leaving their slaves in kneeling
position in the great room. As each does they circle
you then move to the side of the room and stare at your
lovely, ready and waiting body.
Your Master finally enters, coming up behind you
he takes the garter belt from you then slowly he rolls
the nylons down your legs. You raise your foot as he
pulls your heels off one at a time then removes the
nylons completely. You are totally nude now before all
the invited Masters and Mistresses. Your Master orders
you to kneel with legs spread wide. He then goes to
the judge asking a request and the judge announces he
wishes to see you masturbate and bring yourself to the
edge, but not cum. Your Master turns and looks at you
and you immediately move your hands from behind you to
your pussy and slowly begin to play with your pussy.
Your Master watches very closely now and when he
sees you moving your hips forward and your head going
back as you near orgasm he orders you to stop. You do
so without further instruction. Your pussy juices
dripping down the inside of your legs now, you can feel
the burning deep within you, the desire pitted within
your hot canal for your Master's hard member to be
thrust within you.
Your Master picks the next person, a Mistress, who
announces she wishes you to lick and suck her
completely. Your Master looks at you, you have already
started to move toward the woman and quickly kneel
before her. She sits on a chair provided by another
person, pulls her skirt up high, spreads her legs and
you see her opened shaved pussy waiting for your
talents. You push your head between her legs and begin
to tease the flesh of her outer pussy lips. Slowly
you thrust your tongue between the lips and tease at
the inner lips. Ever so slowly you begin to move your
tongue into her canal and then out again. Her hips
begin to move forward slightly to meet your tongue as
you pull it away. You slide your tongue up her slit
until you find her clit and begin to tease the flesh
all the way around the clit then finally lash your
tongue directly over it. Then move your tongue to the
side it of again then back to the head. You continue
this action until she pulls your head deep into her
crotch, then you thrust your tongue in and out of her
pussy quickly, curling your tongue so the end is almost
pointed causing her to jerk and push you deeper into
her. Finally she shakes and your tongue feels the flow
of her juices as she reaches orgasm. You quickly lick
at her clit bringing her to another orgasm, then
another then you suck at her canal until her juices
stop their flow. She releases your head and looks up
at your Master in a very approving manner.
You quickly return to the middle of the room and
take kneeling position again awaiting your next
command. The Mistress's juices still on your
face.
Your Master chooses two people this time. It is
obvious he knows these people well or he could not
have chosen two. One announces he wishes you to take
his member in your mouth and give him the best licking
he has ever had. The second announces he wishes to use
a single strand whip on your ass as you suck the other.
Your Master comes to you and removes the nipple clamps
you have worn for so long, slowly he rubs your nipples
then nods his head in the direction of the man you are
to suck. You quickly move to this man, as you do your
Master retrieves a single strand leather whip from the
playroom wall, hands it to the other man and then your
Master returns to his seat. You quickly unzip the
man's trouser's, reach in and carefully pull his semi
hard member out and begin to tease the head with your
tongue. Slowly your tongue snakes its way down his
shaft, you turn your head slowly and lick at his balls
through the opening of his trousers. Then move your
tongue back up to the head, licking and kissing the
shaft as you go. The man behind you begins to slap at
your buttocks and thighs, occasionally placing the tip
of the whip strand between your legs and touching your
spread open pussy. You respond when the whip slaps at
your sex by jerking forward and taking the head of the
other man's cock fully into your mouth now. It is
difficult for you to concentrate on what you are doing
now, for the single strand whip is causing a great deal
of pain, as the man behind relentlessly slaps it down
on some part of you body. You reason the whip will
stop when the man in your mouth cums so you quickly
begin to tease his firm cock faster and faster. Paying
close attention to the head then teasing down the
shaft. Suddenly the cock springs deeper into your
throat as it becomes erect and hard. The man now
begins to thrust it in and out of your mouth. Each
time he pulls it out to your lips your tongue follows
it to tease the head. Finally he thrusts it deep
within your throat and you feel his cum explode at the
back of your throat. Quickly you swallow, he pulls out
a bit, as he does you suck and lick him some more until
finally he is completely limp within your mouth. He
pulls out, leans back and sits down in his chair again,
the man behind swings the whip one final time hitting
directly on your pussy, a slight scream escapes your
lips when the force of the blow is felt and you fall
forward with your head to the floor.
Your Master comes to you, places his hand on your
back, softly he says, center, kneeling position slave.
You rise moving to the center of the room and kneel as
commanded.

The next person your Master picks is a Mistress.
She wants to have you tied and secured in the center of
the room. She will bring you to the edge of orgasm
then leaving you, then repeat the process. Your Master
turns to you and merely says standing position. You
immediately stand. The Mistress moves toward you,
after taking several leather thongs hanging on the wall
of the playroom, she secures your hands then hooks them
in the rope overhead. She retrieves a spreader bar,
secures it to your ankles and spreads your very wide,
so wide it is painful. You are then pulled upward to
the ceiling. As this Mistress does this, another
Mistress announces to your Master she wishes you in
this position also, but will bring you to orgasm with
the flat of her hand on your buttocks. Your Master
agrees and tells her she may have her turn when the
first Mistress is finished.
Slowly the Mistress, who has prepared you in this
bond fashion, begins to run her long fingers over your
body. She plays teasingly around your nipples, not
touching the nipple itself then moves her fingers
slowly down you stomach to your shaved mound. Her
fingers dart in and out of your flooding pussy then she
drags the wet fingers over your body again. She
continues this for several minutes then kneels before
you and presses her tongue to your sex. She licks and
flicks at your clit, hard and fast she lashes her
tongue against your erect clit. As you near the edge
she pulls away from you. Your hips are attempting to
thrust forward in hopes to catch her tongue again and
bring you satisfaction. You only feel more frustration
as a result. You can feel the warmth of your juices
gliding down your legs. The burning of your pussy is
consuming you now, you can feel it through your entire
body. But you are not fulfilled, instead you are left
for a few moments. You begin to recover from your
desires and the Mistress begins again. Slowly she
presses her long fingers over your wanting, aching body
then into your sex. Her fingers are so long they are
almost like having a penis inside you except the
thickness is missing. She once again brings you to the
edge then leaves you quivering and bucking your hips
outward for release. This continues for another
fifteen minutes. You are totally consumed within the
passions of desire to be satisfied and yet you are left
for nearly ten minutes before the next Mistress takes
control of you.
During this time you have performed admirably, for
you have not been gagged, yet beyond several moans you
have made no pleas nor any other verbal desires. The
Mistress to take her turn with you does not gag you
either, yet she reminds you not to scream or the gag
will be placed in your mouth. Your Master simply
shakes his head up and down in a knowing manner,
agreeing with the words of the Mistress.
Oddly, this is the only person in the room you do
not like the looks of. She is good looking, but her
eyes express a sternness which makes you feel most
uncomfortable and you actually have a fear of her.
As she approaches you, your eyes fix on your
Master's. He looks at you with a loving kindness you
have grown to recognize and your body feels a
tenderness flow through you as his eyes caress the very
depths of your being. Your fear of this Mistress seems
to wane as you become transfixed on your Master's face.
With a suddenness the Mistress slaps her flat, strong
hand at your buttocks. You jerk forward with a start
for you were ill prepared for the beginning of this,
yet manage to maintain silence. She continues the
punishment of your buttocks slapping your white creamy
skin to a pink. Your Master rises, moves in front of
you and quickly presses his firm, strong fingers in
your soaking pussy. He quickly plunges two fingers
into your inner depths as the Mistress continues to
slap at your now redden buttocks. Abruptly you quake
with orgasm. Your Master removes his fingers, the
Mistress strikes at your buttocks again and again
bringing you to another orgasm then another quickly in
succession.
Your Master makes a motion with his hand,
indicating to the Mistress she is to stop. She does
and you are lowered, then removed from your bonds.
Your Master orders you to kneeling position, leaving
you to rest in the center of the playroom. The Masters
and Mistresses in the room engage in chit chat for
twenty minutes or so then their attentions are brought
back to you.
The next Master to have his pleasure with you
requests to have you secured to the table with your
legs spread wide. He wishes to tease you, bringing you
to the edge then thrust deep within your anus. Your
Master agrees, turns to you and nods. You need no
instructions, you rise and go to the table. Laying
flat on your back you slide to the end so your buttocks
hang over slightly. Your feet are fixed on the
stirrups at the end of the table, strapped into them.
The stirrups are spread very wide opening you
completely to this Master's desires. He moves to the
side of the table and begins to tease your flesh around
your neck, just below your sterling silver collar. He
feather touches you causing you to feel a slight chill,
reacting by getting goosebumps. He moves his fingers
down your body slowly, his hands are soft and large.
When he reaches your nipples he slowly circles his
fingertips around the areola, first to your left breast
then your right. Slowly tweaking the flesh until he
finally encases the nipples of both breast between his
forefinger and thumb on each hand. Slowly he increases
the pressure to each nipple, as he does so, he pulled
them upward, distending them from your breasts. A moan
escapes your lips from the pressure he creates to your
sensitive breasts.
He prolongs the pinching of each nipple for nearly
a minute then moves his hands down under your breasts,
cupping them in his palm. As if holding an egg in his
hand he increases the pressure to each breast until he
has embraced each breast within his hand, tightening
his firm, large hands around the entire mound. He
moves his fingers back to the nipples then pinches each
hard, twisting them right then left, then right again.
He continues his play for a minute and a half then
releases you completely. You moan as he twists your
tender nipples as the pleasure/pain seers through your
body finding your pussy. The heat is building again
within you and your desires are burning once again.
His fingers move slowly, lightly down your stomach to
your pubic mound. He draws his fingers lightly toward
your nether lips, when he does you lift your hips
slightly. He pulls back and begins to drag his fingers
lightly down your flesh again from just below your
breasts, as if drawing an invisible line on your skin
down to your shaved pubic mound again. He does this
ten times, his fingers make their way to your nether
lips. He tenderly rubs the outer lips then runs his
fingers up the inside of your thighs. You are lifting
your hips up off the table now, trying to seize his
fingers to pull them inside you. Each time he
withdraws his fingers and moves them to your inside
thighs. Finally he moves his lingering fingers into
the inside of your slit, slowly he drags them over your
hole, not entering, then touches your clit then back
down to your hole. Your juices are flowing easily now
and have run from your canal down to your tender ass
pucker. You can feel your juices spreading on your
bottom. He keeps this up for some time until you are
right at the edge of explosion then he stops. He waits
several minutes watching you carefully, staring into
your wide open pussy, then just as you come down from
the edge he begins again. Teasing you back to the edge
once more. Your hips are bucking upward now, the
burning desire in the pit of your stomach for your
orgasm is overpowering. You know not to beg but you
want it so badly now you can hardly stand it. Finally
he says to you, "What do you want cunt?" You look at
your Master, he gives an approving nod of his head and
your respond quickly, "Fuck me sir, hard and fast." He
positions himself so he can enter your ass. No
lubrication is needed as your juices have flooded your
puckered hole. He thrust hard and fast into you,
hitting the bottom of your ass flesh with his pelvis.
He thrusts so hard in an out of you it feels as though
you are being whipped by his pelvis. He slows now,
taking long strokes in and out of you. He tells you to
request your desires. You ask him to fuck you hard
and fast and add if it pleases him, he might tease your
clit while he fucks your ass. He thrust hard into you,
you are so near the edge now, you pull against your
bonds. You know it will do no good, but you still pull
against them, this excites you even more. Finally his
fingers reach for your clit, he massages it roughly
then pinches it hard, when he does you are dynamited
into a tremendous orgasm causing your body to shake,
jerk, and quiver for several seconds. He pulls his
fingers away then thrust quickly in and out of you
again and again. He feels like a battering ram
slamming into your puckered hole. You feel his cock
stiffen then begin to shot his cream into you, as it
does he quickly reaches for your clit again and pinches
the erect member very hard. You jerk so hard you
strain savagely against your bonds. He continues to
pinch you bringing you to another orgasm as he rams
into you again shooting the last of his cream into your
bowel. You lay back in an exhausted state, his member
still stuffed into your hole. Every nerve within your
body is feeling the sensation of this experience and
you tingle from head to toe. As he pulls out of you it
excites you all over again.
You are left to rest for an hour, as the Masters
and Mistresses leave the room to go and check on their
slaves and refresh themselves with drinks.

Seductive Master, The - 11

The next few days of your training are spent with
your Master exclusively. You are fitted for a sterling
silver collar bearing his name and are to wear it at
all times. Though it is not his custom to have his
slaves live with him, he has chosen to change this
custom with you and you alone. You have reaped highest
honors from him in this regard. It is assumed you have
brought him much pleasure or you would have been
trained, released to live in your old apartment and
visited your Master upon request. You are now truly
owned by him. All that you do is either approved by
him, caused by him or monitored by him.
The morning comes and you are released from your
bounds. Yes, your Master binds you at night, so he
might have his pleasure with you. There are times when
this does not occur but not frequently. Your first
duty is to clean yourself, asking permission always to
touch the body your Master now owns. You are to clean
yourself inside and out each morning prior to
breakfast. This morning, rather than join your
Mistress you are instructed by your Master to clean
then meet him in the library after you have eaten
breakfast. You are to wear nothing, save the silver
collar.
You reach the library door and knock, as you have
been instructed to do.
"Come in slave," your Master responds.
You enter, head down, move to the side of his desk
and wait instructions.
"Kneeling position, legs spread wide slave. You
shall sit there while I go through my day." Are the
orders given by your Master.
You kneel, spread your legs as wide as possible,
place your hands behind your back, causing your breasts
to protrude further. Your Master takes no notice of
you, and returns to his work on his desk.
As you kneel beside your Master you come to know
this man you have so easily learned to call Master. He
is a keen business investor. He does not work at an
office, but runs all of his business from his home. He
is as dominating and in control in business as with
you, his slave. His strength is admired, not just by
you, but by all who come in contact with him. He is
decisive and knows what he wants.
He has many slaves, both business and otherwise.
But none had gained the honor of living in his home
before. They come when he calls, otherwise he
maintains them in a life style of graceful living and
they do as they please when not required to meet his
demands. You do not have this choice, nor shall you
ever have it. You are his and his alone, to have at
all times, whenever the desire comes to him. He has
made it clear to you, he shall bind you whenever he
desires, he shall punish you whenever he feels the
need to do so and shall have you in whatever fashion he
wishes. You are his and his alone. He will give you
to others whether you agree or not and if you disagree
he shall punish you for such disagreement. All that
you are now is what he is and wants you to be. Your
spirit is not broken, only taken and turned around to
serve your Master. Your desire is to always be open to
him, ready for him, in any way he wishes.
As he works, he stops on occasion and rubs your
breasts, gently, tenderly he plays with the nipples.
Then finally pinches each hard, causing a moan to
escape your lips. Your pussy is dripping and ready for
him. But much to your despair he returns to his work.
As the morning grinds on, your knees hurt from
kneeling all this time, but your Master has not said
for you to rise. You are displayed to all that enter
the library, those doing business with your Master, as
well as the servants caring for your Master's needs.
This morning a total of four people have visited
your Master. Three men and one woman. Each man
requested the right to touch you, your Master grants
this. The first man to visit reaches for your nipples
and plays with them gently, then moves his hands down
your stomach area and finally presses his fingers into
your shaved pussy lips. Slowly he moves his fingers in
and out of you, you moan with the pleasure he is
creating, and as you do your Master demands him to
stop. The second man makes the same request and is
granted access to your body. He pinches, and pulls at
your nipples, causing more pleasure to you, then moves
his fingers down to your stiffen clit and rubs it back
and forth. Your hips begin to move back and forth to
meet his fingers, a moan comes upward from your hot,
dripping pussy and your Master again orders the man to
stop. The third man to visit your Master makes the
same request and once again your Master grants him
access to you. He rubs and pulls at your nipples, then
pinches both very hard, you moan and gasp at the
pleasure of this pain. His fingers travel down your
sides and rather than entering your dripping pussy, he
slides his hands behind you and presses two fingers
into you anus. He slides his other hand back to your
pussy and thrusts two fingers deep into you. He begins
working his fingers in an out of your pussy and anus,
you all but fall to the side with the pleasure, as you
feel an orgasm reaching. Then with a suddenness your
Master stops the man and you are left wanting, burning
with desire to be filled. The woman pays little, or no
attention to you. She merely comments on how lovely a
slave you are and continues with her business with your
Master.
Your desires are kept on the edge by your Master
throughout the morning. For when no visitor is present
to touch you, he does so. He presses his fingers into
your dripping pussy and thrusts them in and out of you
while his thumb rubs your clit. Bringing you to the
edge of orgasm then he pulls away, leaving you craving
for fulfillment. At one point you even beg him to
enter you and the only response given is a look of
total dissatisfaction for such a request.

"Time slave, you may rise now," your Master
states, as he reaches down to help you stand. "You may
use the bathroom then down to the playroom." He
continues as he walks out the door of the library.
You hurry to the bathroom then quickly move down
the stairs to the playroom. You have no idea what is
come now, but hope it shall end with him entering you
and satisfying your need. You go to the center of the
room and assume the standing position while waiting for
your Master. When he does enter he has changed from
his dress suit to a robe.
"Kneel slave," he orders. You do so immediately.
"Slave you begged to be satisfied this morning. You
are not to beg, ever. You know your Master knows what
is best for you at all times, or at least you are
suppose to know this. Since you showed this morning
that this lesson has not been learned well we shall
correct that now. Before we begin however, you will
tell me the rules of my house. Any errors shall meet
with punishment in addition to what is already decided.
Now begin slave."
Sheepishly you begin to recite the rules, only
this time the passion and admiration and love you feel
for your Master is behind the rules. He does not stop
you in your recital. Finally, after ten minutes of
talking you have stated the final rule, you fall silent
and drop your head again.
"There were only two errors slave. You mixed up
two of the rules, putting one before the other when in
fact they are reversed. This will bring punishment
slave, but not as severe as it might have been. Now
stand, place your hands in front of you and prepare for
discipline."
You place your hands in front of you and your
Master places leather cuffs around your wrists. Once
snapping them together by the hook and eye, he pulls
your arms upward, over your head, attaches a chain from
the ceiling to your wrist cuffs then with a pulley
pulls you upward so you are now standing on tip toe.
Your Master now places a spreader bar between your
legs at the ankles, secures it tightly with leather
cuffs then spreads it as wide as your legs will permit.
He retrieves a soft rubber ball gag from the shelves of
discipline items and you open your mouth wide to
receive it. He then takes a blindfold and places it
over your eyes. You are now filled with anticipation
of what is to happen next. You are thrilled and afraid
all at the same time. Your pussy is dripping even more
now and you can feel the moisture of your juices
running down the inside of your leg. You can hear your
Master moving about the room but do not know what he is
about to do to you, if anything. This causes you to
have an involuntary cold chill run through you. A
chill from excitement as well as fear. Apprehension is
now your companion along with the desire to be
fulfilled.
Suddenly a stinging slap of leather strikes your
left breast, hitting the tip of the nipple. You snap
back at the immediate shock of pain rushing through
your body, as much as is possible considering your
restrained position. Again the leather strikes out and
lands harshly on your left breast, then before you can
recover from this another lashing hits your right
breast. After six more lashes strike firmly on your
nipples it becomes silent, except for your whimpering
through the ball gag pressed into your mouth. You are
perspiring now, and your juices are running down your
leg more than ever. You can feel the need burning deep
within you to be taken, but that is not what is to
happen, at least not yet. You are left restrained for
sometime before anything else happens.
After about five minutes, you feel the moisture of
a tongue to your left nipple. Slowly it teases the
flesh, then the mouth covers the breast and sucks at
you, next the teeth find the tip end and gently,
tenderly nip at the tip. Your Master moves from one
breast to the other, you are twisting and trying to
rotate your hips to find satisfaction, as you begin all
the action of your hips, Master stops and you are left,
hanging, still not satisfied.
Your frustration building, you are left in agony
for another five to ten minutes. Time is impossible to
judge for you now. Finally you hear something being
rolled across the floor and placed near you. The next
sensation you feel is a sudden stream of air forcefully
hitting your clit. Your Master has taken a air hose,
the type they use in the dentist office, and is
applying it to your clit. The first reaction is a
shiver and chill to run through you, but after applying
the rush of air to your clit several times you are
nearly ready to jump out of your skin for the desire of
an orgasm. As your body wrenches and yanks against its
restraints the air blowing on your clit is taken away.
You are again left hanging, waiting to achieve the
orgasm you so desperately need.
Another few minutes pass. Your mind is racing
with thoughts of what your Master will do next. You
know what you wish he would do, you wish he would enter
you and fuck you hard and fast. But you know, deep
down this will not happen, not until he is fully
satisfied you have learned your lessons. Suddenly a
sharp sting hits your bare ass. Before you recoil from
the blow another strikes you, harder than the first.
Then another and another. Your Master continues
bringing the wooden paddle down firmly on your bared
buttocks. Your bottom turns from creamy white to hot
pink quickly from the forcefulness of the blows. You
realize this spanking is not a spanking for arousal but
a paddling for punishment as the paddle cracks again
against your ass. When your bared ass turns to a rich
red color your Master stops. Before you realize he has
stopped you feel a large dildo pushed forcefully into
your open pussy and the vibration of it begins. Your
body spasms with orgasm almost immediately, then again
and again you come. You are left hanging with this
huge dildo pushed into you, vibrating away, for at
least fifteen minutes, bringing you from one orgasm to
another. Your moans of pleasure are co-mingled with
your whimpering tones of exhaustion and pain.

Finally your Master removes the dildo. You are
empty and yet feel no real satisfaction. You all but
pass out, tittering on the borderline of consciousness.
After a long time, you have no idea how long, for time
has lost all meaning now, you feel your Master untying
the blindfold from your eyes. You keep your eyes
closed then blink and start becoming adjusted to the
light once again. Then the soft ball gag is removed
from your mouth. He lowers the chain now and your feet
become firmly planted on the floor. Slowly he pulls
your hands down and releases them. He then takes the
spreader bar and releases it and removes it from your
ankles. He helps you move about the room a little,
getting accustom to walking again and getting
circulation back into your legs and body.
He says nothing, but points to the floor, you
immediately kneel before him, head bowed.
"Slave, who is your Master?"
"You sir, you are my Master."
"Slave, who knows what is best for you?"
"You sir, my Master."
"Slave, have you learned not to make requests of
your Master but to take what he knows is best for you?"
"Yes Master," you answer timidly. You feel like a
small child being chastised by a parent for bad
behavior. Your buttocks touch your heels as you kneel
back on your legs and you can feel the pain that was
inflicted by the paddle. A reminder of your lesson
learned.
Your Master now moves toward you. He reaches down
to your arms, which are placed behind your head and
pulls you upward towards him. He presses you into his
body and holds you tightly with his firm, strong arms
wrapped around you. His robe opens slightly now and
his cock stands erect. He slowly presses himself to
you and pulls you upward until you are impaled upon his
rigid cock, your legs wrap around his waist, clinging
to him tightly. Slowly, with him inside you, he moves
to the table across the room and presses you onto it.
You let out a slight groan as your still reddish, pink
buttocks touch the table top. Without pulling out of
you he is suddenly on the table over you. Slowly he
pumps in and out of your still wet pussy. His fingers
find your breasts and he begins to caress them with
tenderness, you murmur again for you now feel the pain
of the spanking your nipples had received. His fingers
are gentle and he does not pinch you but merely teases
the flesh. You can feel the rush of warmth careen
through your body now. His pumping is still slow and
gentle. You wish he would speed up and thrust into you
hard and fast, but say nothing, having learned your
most painful lesson. His fingers slide down your body,
gently petting your flesh. When he reaches your hips
he slides his fingers behind your back then moves his
hands under your smarting buttocks. His fingers
tenderly kneed your fleshy mounds. Finally a hand
presses in between your asscheeks and moves into your
back passage. As his finger thrusts into you his
movement begins to increase and he is pushing harder
and faster into your pussy. Your hands reach for him
to pull him to your chest and he slowly leans more into
you. Now his action is a forceful thrust as he pounds
his rigid cock in and out of you. Within moments you
feel it swell within you and your pussy involuntarily
tightens around his cock to hold it within you as he
explodes with his creamy fluid spreading inside you.
You flow with your own orgasm when you feel his cock
spasm again within you. His finger pressed in your
anus is pushing in and out of you hard and fast again,
as you feel him cum yet another time within your walls
of pleasure. Wave after wave of orgasms rush through
your body with each pump of his cock. Finally he stops
and withdraws his limp member from you. You are
satisfied for the first time today and wish you could
start all over again. He lays gently beside you and
pulls you onto your side facing him. His arms reach
around you and holds you tightly to his now naked body
and you both drift off to sleep with your lips touching
each others.
You do not know if it is his movement that awakens
you but when you open your eyes he is not on the table
next to you any longer. Suddenly from behind you, you
feel his hands on your shoulder, pressing you over onto
your stomach. You roll over without a verbal command.
He begins rubbing warm oil over your bruised buttocks.
It feels soothing to the painful well spanked
asscheeks.
"Slave, we shall have a party soon, this weekend.
You shall attend with me and I shall expect you to
perform as a good, well trained slave. If you should
embarrass me and perform in any way indicating you are
not well trained, then you shall experience discipline
and training immediately." He continued massaging oil
over your body as he talked.
"Now slave, upstairs clean yourself, you may touch
the body I own, then join your Master for dinner."
Without hesitation you rose and headed upstairs to
clean yourself and prepare for dinner.

Seductive Master, The - 10

"Well slave, have you finished your review of the
past few days?" Your Master's voice interrupts your
thoughts now.

"Yes Master," you respond timidly.

"Very good," he says to you as he circles your
standing position body. "Then the question comes to
mind slave, how many orgasms have you had in the these
three days?"

My gosh, you think to yourself, how many indeed.
You had no idea how many. You wondered if he knew how
many you had experienced. How could he, you thought,
he wasn't even there when some of them occurred.
Finally, after a long silence you spoke up, "Master, I
believe I have had no less than one hundred and fifty
in the last three days."

Your Master did not respond to this, but merely
began circling your body again. He walked around you
looking you up and down slowly. You were becoming
quite nervous by this action and felt certain you had
not responded correctly. "Very good little puss," he
finally said, "there is truly no way for you recall all
you have had. Now," he continued, standing in front of
you with his hands behind his back and his body weight
pressing on his heels, lifting his toes up slightly off
the carpeting, "have you learned the rules?"

"Yes Master, I have." you respond somewhat
proudly. Perhaps a little too proudly.

"Well, so you feel you know them, then recite them
to me and tell me the meaning of each. I shall keep
track of what you say and you will receive five spanks
for every one you say incorrectly. Is this clear?"

"Yes Master," you sheepishly respond. You begin
reciting the rules and telling your Master what each
means to you. After you have gotten through only the
first three he stops you.

"Well little puss, it seems you have not learned
them yet, nor have you learned their true meaning. We
shall take action now to correct your failure and
insure it does not happen again. Assume the kneeling
position, then place your head down on your hands and
bring your ass up into the air."

You quickly obey, without question. You have come
to learn your Master knows what is best for you. You
only wished he would spank you with his opened hand,
the pleasure of his flesh to yours was so much great
than his spanking your with a paddle or some other
instrument. You braced yourself for his first move.
It came quickly and firmly, a sudden sharp slap to your
sit spot with a riding crop. Again and again the crop
came down across your bare ass. Finally your Master
stops and asks, "How many is that slave?"

'How many? How many?', you think to yourself.
'How the heck would I know how many, you didn't say to
count.' "I do not know Master, I did not count."

"You did not count? Is that not one of the rules
slave?"

A sudden panic flashes through your thoughts, of
course it is one of the rules. How stupid of you.
"Yes Master," you remorsefully answer.

"Then we shall begin again slave, until you have
learned to count." Your Masters hand rises and the
crop falls again on your buttocks firmly and harshly.
You count as the slaps come crashing onto your bare-
bottom. Your count now reaches thirty and you are
crying as would a small child, your ass is burning from
the heat the crop has placed on it. Your Master
finally drops the crop to the floor, and without asking
you the count, he kneels behind you. Slowly he presses
his fingers into your cunt and moves them back and
forth into your wet, dripping hole. Then he slowly
slides his harden prick into your pussy from the rear
and begins to pump in and out of you. He pulls out
completely now and you can feel the head of his firm,
hard cock pressing to the opening of your ass. With a
suddenness he presses forward, his hips slapping
against your burning buttocks he drives himself into
your anus. At first there is a slight pain but not
unbearable. He begins to move in and out of your anus
and each time he thrusts back into you his hips slap
your ass and his balls slap against your pussy. His
fingers find your left nipple and begin to pinch it
ever so lightly, then firmer and firmer until the
pinching becomes hard. His other hand finds your clit
and he rubs it feverishly, almost causing pain to the
head of it. You can feel his hard cock swelling deep
within your bowel now, and know it will not be long
before he explodes within you. His thrusts become more
frantic and forceful, so forceful he is almost pushing
you off balance. You can feel the sensation of the
orgasm building within you and like branches of a tree
the warmth floods outward from your inner most pleasure
center. You moan with the fulfillment covering your
body, your Master's cream flooding your bowel now and
you explode with orgasm at the same time. Your bodies
wrench again and again against each other as you both
experience the pleasure of your first anal sex. You
are forced down to the floor, flat now by your Master's
weight when he lays completely on top of your back.
You both lay this way for a good five minutes.

Finally your Master rises and as he does he
quickly slaps your ass lightly and orders you up. You
stand and take standing position pose. Your Master
circles your body again, slowly then moves back to his
desk and pushes a buzzer. Suddenly through the door
comes your Mistress.

"Take her. Insure she learns the rules and punish
her harshly for not having done so." Your Master
orders.

Without further word you are pulled by the arm out
of the room by your Mistress. She leads you down the
stairs to the playroom. Once inside she forces a ball
gag into your mouth then orders you to the strange
device in the corner. This device you saw the first
night you were here. It has a small, for lack of
better description, table and beneath this table is a
place to kneel. You are laid out over the table and
told to kneel on the well padded board beneath the
table. You take this position, thus causing your
buttocks to extend high into the air. You can feel the
fear well up in you and tears begin to roll down your
cheeks. You don't know if you are crying because of
what is to happen or because your Master took you then
washed you aside as if he had no pleasure in the
taking.

Your Mistress hooks leather straps about your
wrists and legs, tightens them snugly. Your legs are
spread wide on the kneeling board and your pussy and
ass cheeks are open. Another strap is placed over your
back and secures you firmly to the table. The board
standing next to the table and kneeling board is now
swung on a pivot behind you. Your Mistress position it
and adjusts it, ensuring it is lines up perfectly with
your exposed ass. Once this is completed she moves to
the controls on the side of it and adjusts them.

"This is a spanking machine. It will administer a
spanking at whatever strength it is set. Each spank
will be the same. It will also administer as many
spanks as it is set to administer. I have set it, on a
scale of one to ten, at six and shall adjust it higher
if this does not bring the desired results. It will
administer forty spanks at that same rate. For
disobedience, failure to learn the rules and general
cunt behavior this will be your punishment."

Punishment, you think, how awful. This is so
dehumanizing. Not even to receive the punishment from
your Mistress but rather from a machine. You begin to
weep harder now, and you have not had a single spank
yet. You feel totally humiliated now and realize you
are truly going to be punished, with no thought of
pleasure. The feeling overwhelms you now, as you
perceive your current position to be that of a
misbehaved child in an attempt to teach you a lesson.
Suddenly the paddle hits your bottom, firm, but not
terribly hard. The next slap is the same, just as
promised and the one to follow is equally the same. It
is giving the desired result, for by the seventeenth
slap of the paddle you are crying almost unmanageably.
The tears easily flow down your cheeks now. You do not
know if it is the pain or the absolute impersonal way
in which it is being inflicted that caused the
uncontrolled flow of tears. What you do know is you
never intend doing anything which causes your Master to
punish you in this manner again.

Onward drones the paddle, never increasing in
speed or intensity, never relaxing and decreasing the
force of the blows, until all forty spanks have been
given to your hot, fired bottom. Finally it stops.
You are still in tears and feel no excitement from this
punishment.

Your Mistress takes the straps from your legs,
back and wrists then helps you up from your kneeling
position. The ball gag is slowly removed and your
tears and racking pain find sounds to them now. You
cry forcefully for a short time until your cries become
just a whimper. Your Mistress has said nothing during
this time, but stands by you and watches.

"Now slave, upstairs to the main foyer. You shall
stand in the corner there, be on display for all that
enter the house. You will stand with your nose firmly
against the corner wall so anyone who enters may see
you were properly punished for your deplorable conduct
by your reddened bare-bottom. Now move, upstairs.
After a sufficient period of time the remaining portion
of your punishment will be administered."

You begin to walk slowly, having some difficulty
walking from the pain in your ass, out of the playroom
to the stairs. Once you get to the main foyer you go
to the corner opposite the front door and take the
position your Mistress has ordered. You are still
crying, though quietly. As you stand there, face
toward the corner, you hear people coming and going
from the house. You can feel their stares on your
backside and your humiliation grows, and you begin
crying again. Two hours later your Mistress taps you
on the shoulder and orders you upstairs to the
examination room. You obey without a word.

Once in the examination room your Mistress orders
you onto the table, face down instead of face up. You
are certain you shall suffer another harsh punishment
to your already burning ass, but you timidly do as you
are told. Once in position, much to your surprise,
your Mistress begins to squeeze a tube of oil on your
burning buttocks. She slowly, lightly strokes the
burning area with the oil and you begin to feel some
relief from the pain.

Ever so gently she rubs you. Moving her fingers
in a soothing, tender manner over your asscheeks and
then down your legs and back up to your back ending at
your shoulders. When your entire body is saturated
with oil on the backside, your Mistress takes warm
towels and lays them over your body, from your
shoulders down to your ankles. The warmth of the
towels and the oil soaking into your skin lulls you
into a twilight sleep stage. In the distance of your
mind, you hear the door open and close, then silence
covers the room with only your breathing to be heard.

You are awaken by a firm hand resting on your
back. Slowly the towels are removed. You do not turn
your head, for you know it does not matter who is
touching you, for whatever your Master has ordered is
what shall be. The hand finishes removing the towels
and slowly the fingers begin to massage your back. The
fingers are not those of your Mistress, you know this,
for you have become very accustom to her's and can tell
them when she touches you. Slowly the fingers caress
your skin from your shoulders down to your ankle and
then back up. You can feel the warmth increasing in
your pussy now with the tenderness of this caress.
Suddenly you feel lips pressed to your back, near the
shoulder blades, and can feel the gentle, light kisses.
You are certain it is your Master. Finally he bends
down and kisses your face softly and whispers, "Turn
over little puss, put your feet in the stirrups."

Without a word of protest you roll over and you
find your ass cheeks are not burning any longer. You
slide gently down to the stirrups and place your feet
into them. You watch as your Master retrieves the
enema tube from the counter and spreads K-Y jelly over
the end. He slowly inserts it into your anus then
begins filling your bowel with warm water. Gently the
water fills you, first one bag, then another and
finally a third. You can feel the discomfort of the
water pressing into you and your stomach seems to be
puffed out from it. Your Master inserts a small butt
plug then assists you from the table and takes you to
the bathroom. As he helps you to sit, he pulls you
close to him and kisses your mouth with a long, tender
kiss. Your discomfort seems to disappear now with his
arms press gently around you.

When you are finished, your Master leads you out
of the examination room and down the hall to a room you
have yet to see. As he leads you in, you see a
jacuzzi, workout equipment, and a small pool. He leads
you, without a word to the jacuzzi and helps you into
it. "Sit little puss," he says quietly and softly.
You sit. Your Master sits next to you and slowly he
bends his head to your breasts and kisses your breasts
tenderly. Lingering on your nipple with his lips, then
moving to the other breast and doing the same. Your
nipples are hard and erect and your can feel the surge
of yearning throb through you body. His lips open,
taking one nipple into his mouth, he begins to suck and
lick the tip. As he works on your right nipple he
moves his right hand down into the water and presses
his fingers into your slit. Slowly his fingers spread
your pussy lips open and he slides them easily into
you, then pulls out, finds your clit and begins to
warmly, tenderly rub it. He moves his head to your
left breast and begins the same action, sucking and
licking your nipple. Carefully, with his fingers still
press your clit, his lifts you upward until you are
seated on the side of jacuzzi with only your legs still
in the water. He moves his head to your oozing pussy
and begins to slowly tongue your inner lips, his finger
never leaving your clit. You arch your back to meet
his mouth and moan with the pleasure that spreads
through your body. Gingerly he injects his tongue into
your now dripping pussy hole. Methodically he moves
his tongue in and out of you, then slides his tongue
down your inner thigh then back up the inner thigh of
the other leg. Then, lifting you slightly, his tongue
finds your puckered ass hole and presses into you
gently, flicking at your insides. His tongue moves
back to your pussy, you are arching your hips upward
more now, for his fingers still rub your clit, and you
are nearing orgasm. He thrusts his tongue into your
gushing pussy now and his fingers move frantically over
your clit, a moan is released from your inner depths as
you explode with your juices flowing into your Master's
mouth. He licks quickly and continues to massage your
swollen clit. Finally he rises and pulls himself in
position over you and thrusts his rock hard cock into
your dripping pussy. His hands reach up to find your
breasts and he cups each then moves to your nipples and
pinches both of them quite hard, you arch upward from
the pleasure of this pressure to your tits. He is
thrusting in and out of your hot pussy, faster and
harder now. One hand stays on your breasts,
alternating between the two, the other hand slides
under your buttocks and presses in between your
asscheeks, finds your anus and presses deeply into it.
His finger in your ass meets the rhythm of his hard
cock in your pussy, and you explode again with another
deep recessed orgasm. Your Master still has not cum.

Gently he pulls his finger from your anus, then he
pulls his rock hard cock from your dripping pussy. He
guides you over until you are face down, you pull your
knees upward, so your ass is sticking high in the air
and your asscheeks are open to him. He slowly pushes
his cock into your anus and he begins thrusting in and
out of you. His right hand seeks out your clit again
and begins rubbing it hard and fast. His left hand
finds your love canal and he presses three fingers into
you deeply. He establishes the rhythm of all three
now, his fingers on your clit, with his fingers in your
pussy, and his firm cock in your anus. He begins to
thrust harder and harder, faster and faster. You
scream when you release your juices and feel his hard
cock spasm inside you and squirt his cum into your ass.
Before he has finished coming he withdraws and slams
his still firm cock into your pussy, replacing his
fingers, and rubs your clit harder and faster. Another
wave of orgasm rushes through your now sweating body,
as you moan with the pleasure of his cock squirting
into your hot, dripping pussy. Finally, after three or
four spasms of his dicks spraying your insides with the
warmth of his cream, he withdraws. He lays down on his
back behind you. You immediately move to him and begin
to clean his limp member. Licking it up and down its
shaft, down to his spent balls and back up to the head.
He moans when you begin and shifts his hips upward
slightly to press his cock deeper into your mouth. You
accept it openly and suck and lick the shaft. You
continue this action for some time, no words are said,
only the sounds of your licking and the jacuzzi can be
heard. His cock begins to get firm again. He has now
sat up on one elbow, watching you work your mouth on
him.

His cock hard and firm again, he pulls you by the
hair gently up and off of him, then pulls you to his
face. Your eyes meet his and you become lost in the
depth of his eyes and feel as though you are pulled
into him. Into his inner most being, his soul. This
is what you have wanted all along. To be his,
completely, enjoined with him. To do all and anything
for him. To see his face and feel wet and hot and
ready to cum just by his look. He holds you before his
face now, staring deep into your eyes, seeing, you
know, your inner most desires, dreams and fantasies.
He has been making them all come true. The craving for
him is now so great you can no longer contain yourself
and throw yourself to his lips, pressing yours firmly
to his. He parts his lips and slowly pushes his tongue
into your mouth. He pulls you slowly up to cover his
body and as he does you ease your pussy over his now
hard cock. Slowly he thrusts his hips upward, driving
his penis deeper into you, all the time probing your
mouth with his tongue. His arms reach behind you and
carefully he slaps your ass, as he thrusts into you
again. You move, with your knees pressed on either
side of his body pulling yourself up then pressing
down. His hands slap at your ass firmer now with no
rest between slaps. As if warm oil were poured over
your body from the top of your head down to your feet
the same warmth rushes to your pussy and you explode
with an orgasm as he releases his cum into your hot
pussy.

You lay, with his member still pressed inside you,
onto his chest, his fingers gently teasing your nipples
between your pressed bodies. His hands move to your
back and he gently, tenderly strokes up and down your
back, then wraps his arms around you and holds you into
him firmly.

A long silence follows. Your Master finally
speaks softly, almost in a whisper, "Little puss, you
have made me very happy." He then pulls you tighter to
his firm, muscular body.

You lay your head firmly into his chest and
realize for the first time what the passion is behind
the rules of your Master. You have felt it, but until
now, could not put it into words. If he were to ask
you now, you could tell him. You would tell him that
the passion is to serve him, and always be ready for
him to enter you. You would tell him, in return he
fulfills your deepest fantasies, desires, those things
you have housed in your inner most recesses, telling no
one of them. Yet somehow he knew, he knew what you
wanted, needed and burned within to have. So far he
had given you all you desired and more. To be totally
and completely his and submissive to him. To be owned.