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She kneels and waits for what seems like forever, though in reality, it is only about 10 minutes before he walks into the room.  He looks her over and laughs, “Elenore did a lovely job with you.  She certainly knows what my clients enjoy.  Stand up.”  He motions for her to stand and continues to look her over, walking in a circle around her.  He reaches under her skirt and gives her ass a squeeze.  “Open your mouth,” he says walking in front of her.  He places a large ball gag in her mouth and tightens the straps around her head.

“Very good.  This way you don’t have to worry about answering anyone’s questions.  I’m sure Elenore, told you, but your beautifully displayed body is fair game for anyone of my guests.  You will be touched, poked, squeezed, smacked and played with.  You are to allow them to do whatever they please.  If I disagree with anything they attempt to do, I will stop them.  Otherwise you are to stand and take whatever they give you.”

“The guests will arrive at any minute.  I will let you know as soon as everyone is ready and ready for their wine.”  He smiles at her and leaves her standing in the kitchen.  She can hear other voices coming from the dining room and waits until one of the cooks comes from the back holding two wine bottles.  He places both of them on the tray attached to her waist and tells her that her services are needed.  She walks slowly towards the dining room, placing a hand on each bottle as she walks into the room.

She is shocked and embarrassed to see, 13 people sitting around the large table, all looking at her as the owner motions for her to come up to his side.  “Obviously, this lovely piece of ass will be our server tonight.  As always, she will respond to any name you choose to call her, and her body is yours to enjoy.  However, the normal rules do apply.  Now, slut,” he says turning to her, “Start on my left and more everyone a glass of wine.”  He smacks her ass hard, startling her and almost making her drop the bottles as she yelps through her gag, drawing laughter from the rest of the room.  She blushes hard as she starts pouring wine for each of the people around the table. 

She looks around the table and sees that there are nine men and four women, all very well dressed.  As she makes her way around the table, each person grabs her breasts and squeezes them as she pours their wine and smacks her ass as she moves on to the next person.  They are all caring on side conversations and none of them speak to her at all, or even pay attention to her, other than to grab, squeeze and slap her body.  She can’t help, but feeling a tingling sensation between her legs, despite her embarrassment, due to the hands exploring her body.

Once she had served the last person she starts to walk back to the kitchen, but is stopped by the owner and made to stand in front of him.  He reaches under her skirt and gently rubs at her pussy, making her moan through her gag.  He pulls his hand from beneath her skirt and holds it up for the table to see.  “She truly is a dirty little slut.  She is soaked from the embarrassment and attention given to her.”  Everyone laughs, as she blushes harder and hangs her head, trying to hold in tears.  The man slaps her ass hard and orders her back to the kitchen.

She is sent back out with food and drinks many times over the next two hours.  The men and women continue to feel and molest her body, getting rougher and spending more time exploring her each time she went out.  One woman even slipped her fingers under her thong and nearly teased her to orgasm, which brought laughter from the rest of the table especially when the woman stopped, leaving a look of desire on her face, that only made her blush harder and want to run and hide.  By the time she was sent back to the kitchen for the last time, with all of the dirty dishes and told to remove the serving platter before returning to the table, her feet were killing her from standing in the heels for so long and her body was craving release.  Her mind on the other hand was a mess, half of her wanting to run away and the other half wanting to please and satisfy her new Master.

She walked back out into the dining room and the owner mentioned for her to stand next to his chair.  “Turn around and bend over.”  She did as he said, knowing that her ass was almost fully exposed to everyone at the table.  She felt him flip up the skirt, making sure everyone could fully see her ass, and then slipped his fingers under the top of her thong.  She wondered what he was doing, but didn’t wonder long as he yanked upwards, hard, forcing the material to dig into her pussy, making her yelp, and letting everyone see her pussy lips pressing out from the sides of the thong. 

He gives her ass a few hard smacks and then turns her around, lifting her back to standing straight up.  Everyone laughs at the expression on her face and the couple tears, sliding down her cheeks as he pulls the ball gag from her mouth and tosses it on the floor.  “Get up on the table slut and crawl to the far end.”  She looks at him for a moment, shock by his request, but sees him start to get angry and does as he says.  Each of the guests makes sure to get in another feel or slap at her ass as she crawls past them.  “Now turn around and sit down facing me, with your legs spread wide.”

She does as she’s told, her eyes downcast, knowing that everyone at the table is able to see the outlines of her pussy.  “Pull your panties to the side so everyone can get a good look at your juicy little cunt.”  She swallows hard and does as she’s told, making sure to not look up, not wanting to catch anyone’s eyes.  She can hear the people at the table making crude comments about her and her body, but she tries her best to block them out.  “Here you go slut,” he says tossing an object across the table.  She looks up just enough to see a 9” vibrator lying in front of her.

She reaches out and grabs it trembling slightly and blushing harder.  “I know you need to cum, so show us how a filthy whore fucks her own pussy.  I want you to take all 9” inside you before turning it on.  Once you turn it on, I want you to fuck yourself hard with it.”  She takes a deep breath and clothes her eyes as she presses it into herself.  “Open your eyes and look at me while you fuck yourself for us.”  “Yes sir,” she moans for the first time, making everyone laugh.  It slides easily into her until the last inch which makes her grunt and groan as she pushes it deeper than anything has gone before.  Once it is fully inside her, she turns it on, and starts sliding it in and out of her, moaning and groaning as she does.  She gets louder and starts crying out as her orgasm builds and pushes herself over the edge.  She shakes lightly and moans loudly as she cums hard.

The guests around the table clap and call her names, but she can’t make any of them out through the haze in her head and the pleasure her body is feeling.  The owner calls to her and has her crawl back down the table to him, while he dismisses everyone else to the living room.  He helps her down from the table, grabs the leash from over her shoulder and leads her back to the kitchen, telling his guests that they will be back with them shortly.  She follows behind him deeply embarrassed and turned on.

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"Now get on your hands and knees, like a good little bitch and follow me." The woman led her back to the stairs and up them. They continued through the house until they reached the kitchen, where the woman stopped her. "Stand up and grab the tray of plates and silverware." The girl obediently does as she's told. "Now follow me," the woman says.

She leads her out into the dining room, with a long table and 14 chairs around it. "Set this table. There are wine glasses back in the kitchen, along with bowls and napkins. I have to go speak with my boss. If you finish before I get back, I want you kneeling at the entrance to the dining room, awaiting my return. If you are not finished by the time I get back, you will be in trouble.

With that the other woman walks out of the room leaving her to set the table. Once it is set she kneels at the entrance to the dining room and waits. About five minutes after finishing with the table the other woman walks back smiling, "Follow me to the kitchen," she says. This time the woman leads her into the back of the kitchen where the cooks are busy preparing the food. The woman whistles and has all of the cooks gather around her, giving them full view of the embarrassed girl, on all fours.

"This little whore will be the server for tonight. There will be a total of 11 people here tonight, so make sure there is enough food and be sure to have it ready to be taken out at exactly 6:30. You should all know the rules when dealing with one of the boss's sluts, so make sure you follow them, or there will be very unpleasant consequences.  And you, you slutty little whore,” the woman says looking down at her and pushing her stomach with the heel of her shoe, making sure she knew that she was being talked to, “Everyone in this room is your better and you will treat each of them with respect.

“Back to work,” she says motioning to everyone else as she reaches down and grabs the girls leash leading her back in the front of the kitchen.  She grabs a tray with straps on it and brings it to the girl.  She places the tray against her waist, fastening it around her belly and then running the straps up and around her neck, tying them together there.  “Perfect,” she says.  You are the server for tonight and you will take out all of the food and drink on this platter and serve each person.  You will be touched, prodded and fondled, but you are not to stop anyone from doing so. 

Your Master has rules and his guests know them.  He will stop anyone that goes too far, but unless he says differently, you will address everyone as Sir or Ma’am and allow them to touch you as they please.  Now, get on your knees and wait for your Master to come get you.  I am headed home for the rest of the weekend, so have fun, you dumb little bitch.”  The woman watches her kneel and then leaves the room.

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Elenore leads her to the stairs to the basement where she stops.  "Stand up and walk down the stairs."  She obeys, walking down the stairs in front of the other woman.  Once they get to the bottom, she is once again forced to her hands and knees.  "Are... are you his wife?"  Elenore laughs as she turns around, yanking up on the leash so that they are looking each other in the eye, holding the leash tightly and choking her with it.  "First of all, no one talked to you, so your mouth should stay shut."  She slaps her hard across the face and lossens the leash, turning around and continuing her path as the girl coughs and breathes heavily crawling behind her.

"I will answer your question, though.  No, I am not his wife, nor am I anything like you.  I am his secretary, it just so happens, I have other jobs as well.  This is just a part of my everyday job, preparing dumb little whores like you for use.  Of course, I get paid a little extra for things like this, and get a bit of pleasure out of it as well.  Well, that's all the talk we have time for, though your mouth will get plenty of excersise." 

She leads her into a square concrete room, with a drain in the center and a large eye-hook in the ceiling above it.  There is a single wooden door against the right wall.  Elenore opens it, leaving her in the middle of the room on all fours.  "Get on your knees and hold your hands out towards me," she says walking back out with a long rope.  She does as she's told, prsenting her hands to the woman, who ties her wrists tightly together.  The woman removes the collar and leash from around her neck and then takes the other end of the rope and lifts it over her head, sliding it through the eye hook and pulling her hands into the air until they are pointed straight up at the ceiling.  She knows if they were pulled up any more, her knees would have been lifted off the concrete.

"Have you ever eaten pussy, whore?"  "No," she responds nervously.  The woman walks up and slaps her hard across the face.  "I may not be your Mistress or even a Mistress in general, but you will address me as Ma'am, Miss or Mistress.  You are not equal with me, do you understand.  While you are here, you are nothing more than a stupid piece of meat to be used.  Am I clear?"  "Yes Ma'am," she says with tears in her eyes.

"You may think me harsh, but if you are to make it through this weekend that you've so supidly agreed to, you will need to get that through your thick skull.  Now," she says smiling at her and lifting the front of her dress to reveal she isn't wearing panties, "Let's teach you how to eat pussy."  The woman steps towards her, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her tight against her wet pussy.  "Use your tongue and lick up my juices before sliding it inside me.  She sucks on the woman's pussy, pressing her tongue against her lips and running it up and down their length.  "Mmmmmm, that's a good girl," the woman says, pushing her head harder against her crotch.

"Slide your young little tongue inside my pussy you dumb little whore."  She does as she told, parting the womans lips and forcing her tongue as deep inside her as she can.  The woman moans and grinds her hips against her face.  The woman pulls the girls head awayfrom her and smiles down at her wickedly.  "Do you like my pussy slut?"  "Yes Ma'am," she says, but she knows that the woman can see through her to the fact that it humiliates her.

"Good, then you won't mind sticking that pretty little tongue up my ass.  Before she can respond the woman pushes her face between her legs once again, but this time standing over her, so that her mouth is over her asshole.  "Lick it slut, just like you did my pussy and then push your tongue deep inside me."  The woman adjusts her grip on the girls hair, so that she can hold her in place with one hand and finger her pussy with the other.  She moans as the girl pushes her tongue into her tight ass

She gags at the thought of where her tongue is, trying not to throw up.  She can feel the woman masturbating as she tongue fucks her ass, grinding her hips against her face.  "What did I get myself into," she thinks her herself as she feels the woman standing over her start to cum.  The woman pulls her back to her pussy and commands her, between moans and heavy breathing, to lick and suck up her juices.  Once she is finished, the woman takes a small step back, using the girls hair to wipe up any left over juices.

The woman lets go of her hair and walks back to the open door and steps inside it.  She walks back out a few minues later with a bucket of soap suds and a hose.  She turns the hose on and points it at the girl, making her scream as ice cold water blasts her body.  Once she is soaked, the woman drops the hose and walks up to her, squirting some kind of gel into her hair and starts massaging her scalp.  She shivers from the freezing water, her teeth cattering as the woman washes her hair.  Once her head is fully latered, the woman steps back and uses the hose to wash out the soap, making the girl scream once again.

When there is no longer any soap in her hair, the woman walks behind her and grabs the rope, keeping the girls hands above her head.  She pulls on the rope, forcing the girl to stand and keeps pulling until she is on her toes.  The woman brings the bucket over to her and reaches into it, pulling out a coarse brush covered in water and suds.  She drags it against the girls body, making her groan and cry out as it roughly cleans every inch of her body.  The woman drops the brush back into the water for the last time and steps back, picking up the hose.  Once again she turns it on, making the girl scream as her body is blasted by the freezing water.

After a few minutes she turns the water off and walks up to the girl, grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing it as she presses the hose into her pussy.  "Gotta make sure everything is good and clean for the boss," she smiles as she turns the hose back on at half preasure, making the girl scream and bounce around as the freezing water blasts up into her.  She removes the hose and walks back to the open room.  "All that's left now, is that tight little ass of yours," she says, wheeling out a small pole with a bag of liquid hanging from it. 

The girl struggles nervously against the ropes, as the woman walks behind her and unties the rope, keeping her on her toes with her hands above her head.  "On your knees slut."  She obeys, shaking nervously, but knowing she has no choice but to listen to the woman.  "Bend over and stick your ass as high up in the air as you can."  She does as she's told, placing her elbows on the concrete and sticking her ass up into the air.  She feels the woman press the thin nozzle into her ass and then the warm liquid fill her bowels. 

After 15 minutes, the woman pulls the nozzle from her ass.  "Now clench your cheeks and stand up slut.  You are not allowed to release the preasure in your bowels until I allow it."  The woman walks in front of her and rubs her full belly, smiling at her.  "Do you want to relieve yourself slut?"  "Yes Ma'am."  The woman moves her hand between the girls legs and rubs her pussy softly.  The girl moans, "Please Ma'am," she says groaning.  "Oh, fine, go ahead" the woman says removing her hand and stepping back.  The liquid skirts from her ass, as she groans.  The woman picks up the hose and turns it on her once again, rinsing her off and washing the liquid down the drain, while the girl dances around and cries out from the cold.

The woman unties her hands and tosses her a towel.  "Dry off."  Once she is dry the woman places the collar and leash back around her neck, and leads her out of the room, allowing her to walk behind her.  She is lead to another small room with a mirror and a closet.  The woman opens the closet and hands her a pair of custom white thigh high stockings, with extra padding in the knees and blue ruffles at top of them, a blue garter belt, a white thong, a blue skirt with white ruffles at the top and bottom and a blue top with white ruffles at the top and bottom.  Last she pulled out a pair of blue, open toed six inch heels.  "This will be your only form of dress while you are here, unless you are told otherwise.  Now get dressed.  We don't have all day.

Once she was dressed she looked at herself in the mirror and was shocked and embarrassed by what she saw.  The skirt came to just below her crotch in the front, but in the back you could see the bottom of her bare ass cheeks underneath it due to the heels.  The top was designed to push her breasts up and just barely covered her nipples, coming down to just above her naval, provinding anyone that saw her with an ample amount of cleavage and bare flesh to stare at.  She looked at the woman nervously.  "Oh, I almost forgot," she said reaching into the closet and pulling out a new collar and leash.  She removes the other collar, replacing it with a thin blue one with a siver ring directly in the center where a long white leash was attached.  She tossed the end of the leash over the girls shoulder and said, "Now, lets go show you your job for the night, shall we."

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She took a deep breath and reached for the door handle.  She thought back over the instructions she had been given as she turned the handle and opened the door.  She stepped into the large open foyer and saw the small table in the middle of the room, just as she was told it would be.  She stepped up to it, biting her lower lip and trembling softly, both with fear and excitement, as she picked up the lone piece of paper on it and read it once more.  "I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought to herself as she set the piece of paper back on the table and picked up the pen laying next to it.  She signed her name on the dotted line at the bottom of the page, rolled up the piece of paper and took it and the pen with her as she walked down the hallway to the left

It was a big house, but she already knew he was wealthy.  That was one of the many things that intrigued her about him.  She tried to control her thoughts, telling herself that this is what she wanted and needed.  That it was only for the weekend, and afterwards she could decide whether she really wanted this.  They had been talking for a couple months and she was sure that she knew him well enough not to worry, but she couldn't help feeling like she should turn and run.  She reached the study, where she was told he would be waiting.  She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, trying to compose herself as she turned the handle and opened the door.

The room was large and well lit.  He did not get up from behind his desk where he sat, nor did he say anything.  She walked nervously into the room, unable to make eye contact with him.  She walked up to the desk and placed the paper on it, looking down at the floor.  "Here you go sir," she said, trying to sound as confident and together as she could.  "You read it?"  He asked, sternly.  His voice both soothed and terrified her.  It was a strange experience, and one that she could not explain.  "Yes sir.  I read and understand."  "Good.  Step back and let me see you."

She took three steps back and placed her hands at her sides, trying to look him in the face.  She hoped that her jeans and blouse pleased him.  She had a terrible time deciding what to wear, but in the end chose to dress as she normally would and hoped that would be good enough.  "Very good.  Remove your shoes, jeans and blouse.  Fold them nicely and place them on the floor next to my desk."  She swallowed hard and started to slowly remove her shoes and then her jeans, thinking he wanted a show.

"Hurry up slut, I don't have all night."  His words stung her and she dropped her head even more, trying to keep her composure as she quickly undressed.  She folded her clothes and laid them on the floor, stepping back to her spot on the floor, blushing as she now stood before him in only her socks, thong and bra.  There were not many people who had seen her like this, a fact that she was proud of, yet made her feel very vulnerable and embarrassed now.  She could feel his eyes surveying her body and could tell he was enjoying himself as he told her to remove the rest of her clothing.

She took a deep breath and then unclasped her bra, tossing it over to the rest of her clothes.  She quickly stepped out of her panties and pulled off each of her socks, also tossing them to the rest of her clothes.  She stepped back and once again stood straight up with her hands at her sides.  She was breathing heavily and trembling slightly as he spoke once again, "Place your hands behind your back and stick out your tits, so I can get a better look at you."  She swallowed and closed her eyes, still looking at the ground as she did as she was told.  She could feel his eyes locked on to her round breasts, watching them rise and fall with each breath she took.

"Turn around and bend over," he said sternly.  She did as she was told, keeping her legs together and her hands behind her back.  "Spread your legs, and use your hands to spread your ass cheeks."  She closes her eyes as she spreads her legs and grips each of her ass cheeks, spreading them apart for him.  She swallows hard once again and takes a deep breath knowing how exposed she is.  "Such a lovely little whore you are.  How many people have had the pleasure of seeing you like this slut?"  "Only two or three, sir," she says nervously.  "Very nice," he says clearly pleased by her answer.  "Rub your cunt and show me what a dirty little slut you are."  She moves one hand between her legs and runs it over her wet lips, moaning softly.

"Good girl.   Now, stand up, turn around, spread your legs and place your hands behind your back."  She hears him get up as she turns around, and does as she's told, pushing out her chest.  He walks behind her without saying a word and stands behind her, as closely as he can without touching her.  She bites her lower lip in anticipation and then moans softly as his hands wrap around her and squeeze her breasts.  She can feel his hot breath on her neck as he leans in, "You realize that you are now mine for the next three days, don't you slut."  She moans and trembles softly, as she feels his words on her skin.  "Yes sir," she moans in response as he pinches her hard nipples.

"Good," he says, moving one hand between her legs and pressing two fingers into her wet hole.  She moans and grinds softly against his fingers.  He pulls them from her and brings them to her lips.  She moans, but does not open her mouth to accept his fingers.  He forces them into her mouth and pushes her forward, toward the desk and bends her over it.  He pulls his fingers from her mouth, as she yelps, grabbing her hair and holding her against the desk as he leans down.  "You will do as I will you to slut, whether I say it or imply it.  You will obey.  Do you understand?"  He hisses into her ear, his hot breath on her neck, turning her on while his force terrifies her.

"Yes sir," she says trembling.  "Good.  Now stay as you are and spread your ass cheeks for me."  She stays bent over the desk as she reaches back and spreads her ass.  She closes her eyes terrified and excited by whatever he might do next.  She cries out as he smacks her spread and exposed pussy.  Her knees buckle and she starts to fall, but he catches her.  "Don't you dare fall slut.  That is just a small sample of what you can expect if you cross me.  Is that understood?"  "Yes sir," she says sobbing softly.  "Good girl.  Now turn around and get on your knees."

She turns around and drops to her knees, looking at the ground without saying a word.  She is slightly surprised to see that his pants are still on and his cock is not out.  She was expecting and wanting him to want to use her.  "Spread your legs and let me get at your worthless little cunt."  She does as she's told and is even more surprised and slightly disgusted when he presses the toe of his shoe against her pussy and rubs it back and forth, pressing the toe up into her.  She moans and is slightly disturbed to feel herself grinding against his foot.  He pulls his foot away from her and looks down at her, smiling wickedly, "Use her sluty tongue and clean your cunt juice off of my foot whore."

She looks at his shoe, in horror, for a brief moment and then remembering the swat to her pussy, she obediently leans down and licks at his shoe.  "That's a good little slut," he says laughing.  "I would love to play with you more, but I have an important dinner to plan for and you need to go get ready," he says clapping his hands.  A slender woman, dressed in a short black dress enters the room, caring a notebook and hands it to him.  "Elenore, please take this worthless little cunt and get her cleaned up and dressed for tonight."  "Of course," she says dryly.  "Oh and slut, make sure you listen to Elenore and do as she says.  I would hate to have to punish you on your first day here.

She starts to get up, but Elenore pushes her back down.  "Sluts don't walk," she says, placing a collar around her neck and attaching a leash to it.  "Sluts following on all fours like good little pets, unless told otherwise.  Now come along," she says yanking hard on the leash, making the girl gag as she follows behind her.

The Long Weekend - Part 4

When the horn sounds, ending the game, she hears the TV go off and he gets up.  Her body tenses as she can feel him standing over her unsure of what he might do next.  He straddles her and sits down on her back, making her grunt.  He runs his fingers through her hair, and undoes the blindfold over her eyes, letting it fall to the floor.  He runs his fingers over her face, softly and then loosens the gag in her mouth, letting it fall to the floor as well.  She moans as he slides his hands under her body and rubs her sore tits, massaging them.  He leans down, whispering in her ear, “You’re a naughty little slut aren’t you?”  “Yes sir,” she moans softly, “I’m your naughty little whore.”

He removes his hands and she feels nothing, except for his weight on her back.  Her body stiffens as she feels something cold and metallic against her skin.  She cringes as she realizes that it is the dull side of a blade.  She stays as still as she can while he traces her body with the face of the blade until he lets it rest against her left nipple and holds it there.  “Please, sir,” she says, her voice trembling.  “Shhhh,” he says cutting her off.  She bites her lip, as he moves the blade and lets the tip press against her tender breast.  She closes her eyes tightly as if to will him to stop.  To her surprise and pleasure, he moves the knife and gets off her back, kneeling next to her.  He quickly cuts through the tape holding her wrist to her arm, moving around her and making quick work of the tape holding her other limbs in place.

He stands up, towering over her as she flexes each of her stiff and sore limbs.  “Crawl into the restroom and wait for me there on your knees,” he says.  Without saying anything, she turns and crawls to the restroom doing as he says.  She waits for almost 10 minutes, unsure of what he is doing.  When he finally comes in, she cowers a little as she recognizes what he’s holding as an enema kit, and the bag looks larger than what she thinks she could hold.  “Is-isn’t that supposed to be hot sir,” she asks nervously.  “What do you think took so long.  I have an electric kettle and thermometer.  Now, place that pretty head of yours on the floor and stick your ass high in the air for me.”  She swallows hard, but does as he says.

He spits on her ass and then slowly pushes the nozzle into her ass.  She groans as it slides in.  He places one of his now bare feet against the side of her face, his toes near her mouth as he holds the bag up and opens it, letting the liquid flow down through the nozzle and into her ass.  She groans as her bowls fill up with the liquid.  It isn’t long before she starts to cramp up.  He laughs as she groans and struggles under him.  “Having issues little girl?”  She just groans in response, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of the answer.  “Good, that just means I chose a good concoction.”  After a few minutes more he closes the bag as her reaction gets more strained.  He slowly pulls the nozzle out and replaces it with a plug.  He removes his foot from her face and tells her to kneel.

“Get in the tub on your knees, hands behind your back and make sure your knees are spread.”  She does as he says, looking back once she is in place to see him naked and climbing into the tub in front of her.  She kneels there trembling, due to the cramping in her bowls, as he grabs his cock, “Open your mouth,” he says.  She does as he says and is shocked and disgusted when a warm stream of piss hits her forehead and runs down her face.  He adjusts so that he is pissing straight into her mouth.  She coughs and gags as she swallows some of it.  Appalled and humiliated, she closes her eyes and keeps her mouth open (out of fear of what he might do), trying, but failing to not look utterly disgusted.  “Swallow,” he says once her mouth is full and overflowing.  She looks up at him with disgust in her eyes, before closing them and swallowing, gagging hard and coughing as his warm piss slides down her throat.

He moves his aim down to her chest as she continues to grimace, cough and choke.  She watches the light yellow liquid run down her body, covering her tits and dripping from her pussy.  Finally, he finishes, wrapping his fingers in her piss soaked hair, pulling her to him as he buries his cock down her throat.  She can feel his cock start to stiffen in her mouth as she licks it clean.  He pulls his cock from her mouth, yanking her to her feet and turning her around roughly.  “I am going to remove the plug now slut, so you better be prepared to clench your cheeks and get your ass on the toilet without spilling a drop.”  He grips the plug and pulls it from her ass.

She clenches her cheeks tightly and moves as quick as she can, still covered in his piss, out of the tub and onto the toilet.  No sooner does her ass hit the seat then she starts relieving her bowels, the liquid making loud sloshing noises as it hits the water below her.  She blushes hard and looks down at the ground as he stands there watching her relieve her bowels.  When she’s finished, she wipes herself and then goes to stand up, but he doesn’t give her the chance.  He grabs her hair roughly, spinning her around and bending her over the bathroom counter, making her look herself in the mirror.  She stares at herself, barely recognizing the girl she sees in the mirror, what’s left of her makeup smeared across her face, metal rings gleaming at the base of her breasts, bruises across her chest and arms, piss matting her hair down and covering her face.

She holds back tears as he lifts her left leg, placing it on the counter and rams his cock into her spread ass.  She screams as his cock slides balls deep into her ass, his body pressing down on her as he slaps her ass.  He grabs her hair and pulls back on it with one hand, the other at her waist as he starts pounding in and out of her tight hole.  “Play with your cunt, slut,” he orders as he continues to fuck her hard.  She reaches under herself and is quickly moaning, her other hand pressed against the mirror to balance herself.  “Cum for me whore,” he moans as he buries his cock deep inside her ass and starts cumming.  She moans at his words and the feeling of his cock pulsating inside her and she starts cumming.

He keeps his cock inside her until she finishes cumming, at which point, he grabs her hair, spinning her around, pushes her to her knees and pushes his cock into her mouth.  He fucks her throat hard until she gags and then he pushes her off his cock, making her fall to her knees on the bathroom floor, breathing hard and looking like a slutty mess.  He points at the tub as he turns and flushes the toilet, putting the lid down and then sitting on it, “Get your slutty ass cleaned up.”  She bows her head, still breathing hard and feeling completely humiliated and used, as she crawls over to the tub and gets in.  He reaches over and turns on the cold water.  “That is all you get,” he says as she yelps and shies away from the water.  Realizing that she will not get warmer water, she grabs the soap, bites her lip and goes under the water, rubbing the soap into her body as hard as she can and washing her hair three times, trying to be sure that the piss is completely gone.

He sits watching her until she is done and then he reaches over and turns off the water.  She crawls out of the tub and he tells her to crawl to her cage.  He follows her and locks it before going back to the shower and cleaning himself off.  She thinks about trying to unlock the cage and leaving the room, but she has no clothes and she knows that if she failed in leaving she would most likely be punished harshly.  She decides to try and sleep, but he is back and unlocking the cage less than five minutes later.  “What now,” she thinks to herself, “The bastard didn’t even bother to get dressed except for that damn mask.”  “Stand up,” he tells her and leads her over to the bed.  He has her get up onto the bed and then positions her in the middle of it.

He straddles her body, his cock resting on her chest, between her tits, as he leans over her and brings her wrists together, tying them.  She notices that he has already looped at least three ropes around the bed, since it has no head posts.  The ends of the first rope is what he ties her hands with.  He had looped it through itself and around the bed so that the extra rope was in the center of the bed, keeping her hands securely above her head.  She is confused as he takes on end from each of the other ropes looped around the headboard and ties one to each of her ankles.  Her eyes go wide with understanding as he spreads her legs and pushes them back towards her head, folding her in half.  Once her knees are about even with her navel, he grabs the end of each rope and starts pulling, forcing her legs back and apart until her upper back, shoulders and head are the only thing firmly on the bed.

He ties the two ropes off and then sits by her ass, rubbing both of her exposed holes slowly.  “You remember how you had to wait and beg so hard to finally cum?  Well, this time you’re going to cum until you’re begging me to stop.”  He laughs and gives her pussy a smack as he gets off the bed.  He shows her two 2’ long double ended dildos, smacking her ass with them as he positions himself on the bed.  He places the first one at her pussy and slowly pushes it into her.  She moans as it slides deeper and deeper into her.  She watches as it sinks about 9” into her inches into her before it won’t easily go any deeper.  He presses against it for a few seconds, but she is relived when he finally stops.
 
He lets go of it and it slowly starts to slide out as he presses the tip of the second one against her asshole.  She groans as he pushes it into her, using one hand to spread her ass and the other to push it in.  As soon as the first 2” are in her ass, he moves his other hand back to the first dildo, burying it deep in her pussy once again.  He holds it there as he continues to push the other into her ass.  She moans, groans and yelps a few times as she watches the dildo sink further and further into her ass, until finally he stops, leaving only a couple inches out of her ass.  “You’re quite a dirty little anal slut, aren’t you,” he laughs as he starts to slowly pull both dildos out at the same time, leaving her no time to respond, only moan.

Once they are both about halfway out, he leans back towards her, pressing them into her at a slightly faster pace than he had pulled them out.  She moans, lovely the feeling of being so full and with all the torment she had endured, the pleasure was such a nice change.  Once they are both buried inside her once again, he leans forward, holding them in place.  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, you little whore?”  “Mmmmm, yes sir,” she moans.  “Tell me bitch.  If you really want it, let me know.”  She groans, “Please sir, fuck my ass and pussy like the dirty little whore I am.”  He leans back and pulls each dildo out slowly once again.  “Please sir,” she starts to beg, afraid he is going to remove them and leave her empty and unfulfilled once again.

Instead, she yelps, before she can finish her statement as he pushes them back into her fast and deep.  She moans and groans as he starts fucking her hard, fast and deep, moving both dildos in and out at the same time, for a minute or so, before alternating which one was sinking in and which was being pulled out.  “Oh God,” she moans loudly.  “Don’t you dare cum without permission, you filthy fucking whore,” he says harshly.  “uuggghhhh,” she moans loudly, “May I please cum sir?”  “No, you may not.”  “Aaahhhh, fuck!” she moans. “Please let your filthy whore cum,” she begs.  “Cum for you me, your worthless whore,” he says shoving both dildos deep inside her, the one in her pussy sinking at extra 3 or 4 inches into her, making her scream, her body convulsing as she cums hard.  He continues pounding the dildos in and out of her until she cums a second time and then stops, pulling both dildos from her well used body.

As she lays there, her body trembling and her head spinning he leans over pushing both dildos to her mouth.  Without thinking, she opens her mouth, licking and sucking on both of them.  He laughs and then pulls them away, laying them on the bed and he picks up another toy, showing it to her.  She stares at what she figures is a 7” dildo, covered in rounded nubs to stimulate the inside of her holes.  She figures it is for anal use, as it curves in at the bottom and then gets thick again, making it something like a plug.  She moans as he presses it against her ass and pushes it in.  She feels the rounded nubs further stimulating her as it goes in, making her moan once again.  She feels the end pop into place holding it a little over 6” in her ass. 

She gasps and cries out, “Oh God,” as she realizes that it was not a dildo, but a vibrator, and she can feel nubs bounce against her as it buzzes away deep in her ass.  He shoves two fingers in her pussy, roughly, making a slapping sound as his knuckles smack against her pussy.  He starts fucking her hard with his fingers.  She can hear how wet her pussy is as it makes gurgling and sloshing noises each time his hand presses against her pussy, burying his fingers inside her.  He adds a third finger, making her moan harder, as the she can feel the vibrations from her ass, pressing her inner flesh tighter against his fingers.  She can feel herself drawing close to another orgasm as he adds a fourth finger, stretching her, as he continues to slam his fingers into her, almost like he’s trying to punch through her pussy. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she moans, gritting her teeth and then opening her mouth in a silent scream.  “Not yet you’re not slut.  Your cunt is mine and it will cum, only when I allow it,” he says roughly, reaching down and gripping her throat with his right hand, tightening it just enough to make her breathing strained.  He moves his fingers around, repositioning them.  “Now, cum for me whore,” he says pushing his fist into her pussy, up to his wrist.  He moves his fist in, out and around inside her as best he can as she screams and her pussy convulses, squeezing at his hand as her juices flow freely around it.  Her eyes dance around in her head as he squeezes a little harder around her throat.

He lets go of her throat and she gasps for air, still moaning.  He pulls his hand from her pussy, and leans forward, pushing a couple fingers into her mouth to lick off, which she gladly does, sucking on them as she continues moaning.  He removes his fingers and rubs the rest of her juices across her face.  “Filthy slut,” he says leaning over her.  She can feel his hard cock at the opening to her pussy.  “Oh God,” she moans in complete ecstasy, “Fuck me, sir,” she groans.  “I am certainly not God,” he laughs, “but I am going to fuck you.”  He presses his cock against her, “Take my cock like the worthless little fucktoy you are,” he says shoving his cock balls deep into her pussy.  He places his hands on her tits and squeezes hard, as he rams his cock into her.  The vibrations from the toy in her ass making him even harder as he fucks her.  She moans with the little bit of energy she has left.  She sinks in a trance of sorts where all she feels is him on top of her and tingling sensations from her ass and pussy, moaning in pleasure as she feels his cock tense and then starting shooting his cum deep inside her.

“Thank you sir,” she whispers as he pulls out of her, feeling his cum inside her.  Deep within herself, she feels shame for how good she feels, but is mostly just glad that she is on the pill and doesn’t have to worry about him getting her pregnant.  “I wonder if he knew that,” she thinks to herself for a moment and then decides that she probably doesn’t want to know.  “Don’t thank me yet slut, you’re not finished yet,” he says, but she only half hears him, her mind in another place completely.  It isn’t until she sees the Hitachi in his hand and hears him turn it on that what he said registers.

“Please sir, no more.  I am so exhausted.”  “First of all, I don’t remember asking you,” he says slapping her ass hard and making her yelp.  “And second of all, who’s cunt is this?”  “Yours,” she says frowning.  “Yes, it is, and I say it’s not finished.”  He brings the large head of the vibrator down on her clit, pressing it hard against her over-stimulated body.  Her back arches and she groans as the vibrations surge through her body.

She has no idea how long he continues to play with her as she drifts in and out of reality, her head spinning as she looses count of how many orgasms he forces her to have.  She knows that he used a number of other toys on her as she felt objects of different shapes and sizes being shoved into her exhausted body, and she does remember feeling his cum fill her belly once more before everything went black.

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Slowly she comes to, as the sun shines in on her.  She slowly opens her eyes, and looks around, surprised to be back… in her room… in her apartment.  “How did I get here,” she wonders, “And where is he?  Did he actually let me go, or was it all just a crazy dream?”  Immediately, she looks down at her chest and is disappointed to still see the metal rings wrapped around the base of her breasts.  She slowly climbs out of bed, feeling her whole body groan and remind her of how exhausted and bruised it is.  She walks over to her dresser, and looks at herself in the vanity mirror on top of it.  She frowns seeing how bruised her tits are and how sloppy her face and hair look.  “I look like a cheap whore,” she thinks to herself, fighting back tears.

She opens the top draw of her dresser to grab a pair of panties, but is surprised to find it completely empty.  She opens the rest franticly, but to her dismay finds them all just as bare.  She runs to the closet, swinging the doors open and gasps as it is also completely bare, not a single shred of clothing or even a pair of shoes.  She starts to cry, realizing that though she is back in her own house, her life is still not her own.  She stands there a minute feeling defeated and then remembers one thing she’d been dying to check. 

She runs back over to the mirror, and turns around, grabbing her hair into a pony tail and brushing it over her shoulder.  She stares at the brand on the back of her neck, reading it out loud softly, “Property of….” She stops, “Oh my God,” she thinks to herself, stuck on the name.  His, name.  “It was him all along,” she gasps sinking to her knees.  She had been talking to him online for a couple of years now, and she enjoyed giving him control over her in that way, but refused to meet him or move any further.  She knew it was mean of her, but she had goals and dreams and ambitions and she was scared that he might take them from her  It was better this way, she had always told herself, but it didn’t matter now, he had found her and in doing so he had fulfilled her biggest fantasy and fear.  She was his.  For better or worse she belonged to him.
Part of her felt at ease knowing that it wasn’t some stranger that had kidnapped her, but at the same time, he was a stranger.  She’d never met him.  “What am I going to do,” she whispers out loud as she gets up off the floor, walking towards the door of her room.  As she approaches the door, she sees a note stuck to it by a tack.  She rips the note off and reads it:

Good Morning dani,

I am assuming by now you’ve figured out who I am so there is no point in telling you.  All you need to know is that there are clothes waiting for you in your bathroom, where you are to shower, clean yourself up and get dressed.  You do need to hurry though, as we are meeting your parents and sister for lunch as soon as you come into the living room.  With that in mind, realize that if you come in here first, we are still leaving, so if I were you, I would make sure you don’t get ahead of yourself and make sure you are cleaned up and dressed before coming to talk to me.

When you are ready, crawl into the living room, where I will be waiting.  Remember how to properly address me and remember your place.  I will answer your questions in my time, not yours.  You may no longer be my captive, but you are still and always will be MINE.  We will have a pleasant meal with your family and then we will talk about the future, however, if you choose to make a scene, then lunch will not be so pleasant, if we make it at all.  Now, quit wasting time and go get cleaned up.

~ Your Master and Owner

She finishes reading the note and silently walks out of her room and to the restroom, where there is a nice black sundress, with bra, panties and sandals laid out for her.  She lifts up the dress, holding it against her body, thankfully it is long enough to cover any of her more noticeable bruises and shows very little cleavage so the metal hugging her breasts won’t be visible, though her breasts will look almost a full size larger.  She shudders and frowns, “I wonder if my parents will notice and think I got them enlarged.”

She showers, making sure to scrub her hair and body extra hard, making sure that she is clean and smelled fresh.  She applies makeup as she normally would, but also uses it to touch up a few of the light bruises that someone might see if they looked hard enough.  Thankfully he had mostly stuck to her breasts and ass, which would be completely covered, though sitting to eat lunch didn’t really sound appealing to her at all, as her ass burned and both her holes felt stretched and sore.  When she was finished dressing, she looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with her appearance, especially her breasts.  She hated what he had done, but they looked so much fuller, and filled the dress out perfectly.

She exited the restroom, hiking up her dress so that she wasn’t crawling on it, which she knew would please him, and dropped to her hands and knees.  She took a deep breath and then crawled into the living room.  Seeing him seated on the couch, her couch, in jeans, a red polo t-shirt and tennis shoes, with a smile on his face, made some of her anger disappear.  “Stand up and come here,” he said standing, “You look gorgeous.”  She gave him a half smile as she walked towards him.  He embraced her and kissed her gently on the forehead.  “How are you feeling?”

She stared at him for a moment, collecting her thoughts before answering, “Very sore, physically exhausted and a bit conflicted.”  He smiled, “I figured as much, but it is as it had to be and if you’re honest with yourself, you know that you will be happy and though there was more pain than you might like, you had a good weekend.”  She stares at him, her thoughts swirling, part of her wanting to punch him and the other part wanting to throw off her dress and fuck him right there.  Instead she said nothing as he cupped her ass with his right hand, slipping it between her legs as he kisses her lips.  She kisses him back, wrapping her arms around him.  He brings his hand up from between her legs, and shows her the dampness on his fingers.  “I told you,” he said laughing.  She blushes and hangs her head as he grabs her hand and leads her to the door.  “Hurry up, your parents are waiting and they sound quite interested to meet me.  They said it’s been a while since you’ve had a steady boyfriend.”

The Long Weekend - Part 3

She wakes up to the man opening the cage and calling her name.  She can see sunshine coming in through the windows behind him.  She looks up at him to see him standing there naked, except for the black hood still over his face.  “Come here bitch,” he says pointing at the floor in front of him.  She gets up to her elbows and knees as quickly as she can and crawls over to him.  When she is in front of him, he looks down at her and says “sit”.  She leans back until she is kneeling with her ass resting between her ankles.  “Good girl.”  He leans down, slipping a thick, black leather collar around her neck.  She winces and whimpers as he tightens it, the leather pressing against her newly branded neck.

He leans down and places a hand between her shoulder blades and the other on her forehead; pushing against her and making her stick out her chest and look up at him.  “This is how you should be when you sit, bitch.  You should be proud of your lovely tits and eager to please.  The only time your head should be down is if you know you are in trouble, but even then, your tits should be fully on display.”  She moves along with his hands, pressing out her chest and looking up at him.  “Now, I am going to remove your gag and you are going to suck my cock like a good little slut.  Whenever I cum in your mouth, you will hold it there and not swallow until I tell you to.  If you try to scream or bite me, I will blindfold you, toss you back in my car and drop you off in an ally as you are and let you fend for yourself.  Is that understood?”

Her eyes get big as he describes what he would do with her and she realizes that her only option is to obey him and hope he lets her go when he’s done with her.  She nods her head, and continues to look up at him.  He reaches down and loosens the straps behind her head, and slips the ball out of her mouth, tossing it onto the bed.  She flexes her jaw as he steps towards her.  He stops, his erect cock, inches from her face.  “Tell me you want it slut.”  She looks up at him shocked, unsure of what to say.  “Beg for it slut.   Tell me how you want my dick in your mouth.  “P-please give me your cock,” she says, trying to sound sexy and sincere, but failing miserably and she knows it.

He smacks her hard against the face, almost hard enough to know her over.  “Quit playing games bitch.  You know you want my cock.  You know if circumstances were a little different, you’d be dying to get my cock in your mouth.  So, forget about the pain you’re in, remember who your owner is, how badly you want to please him and tell me how badly you want my dick shoved down your throat,” he says, almost yelling at her.  She looks down at the floor for only a second before he reaches down and lifts her head, making her look up at him, “Now speak!”

She swallow’s hard, tears in her eyes as she opens her mouth, “I-I want your cock sir.  I want you to shove your cock down your slutty whore’s throat and feed her your cum.”  She weeps as she hears the words coming out of her mouth, hating him for making for say them.  There was no way that she could stop him from taking what he wanted, why did he have to make her pretend to want it, she thought to herself, though she knew why.  She saw his dick stiffen up as she spoke and could feel her own pussy betray her, getting wet at the sight of his hard cock and the humiliation of what he made her say.

“What is wrong with me,” she thought as he told her to open her mouth.  She opened her mouth as wide as she could, partly out of hear, and though she wouldn’t admit it, even to herself, partly out of want.  She closes her eyes as he slowly slides his cock into her mouth.  He stops for a moment when he hits the back of her throat and then leans into her, burring his cock in her throat, her nosed nestled in his pubic hair and pressing against his flesh.  He holds her there, reaching down and pinching her nose shut with his other hand, so that she can’t breath.  Her eyes pop open and she looks up at him with a mixture of fear and pleading.

She can feel her face getting red as she starts to struggle, though she can’t do much with her arms and legs tied as they are, trying to get free or at least let him know that she’s run out of air.  Instead of sliding his cock out of her mouth, he pulls her head down harder.  “That’s it you nasty little cunt, choke on my cock.”  She feels as if her lungs are going to explode and her eyes start to water as she starts to feel light headed.  Finally, he lets go of her nose and pulls his cock out of her mouth.   She gasps for air, breathing deeply as saliva runs from her mouth, dripping down her chin and to her breasts.  She breathes heavily, trying to catch her breath.

“Good girl,” he says, “You handled that very well.  Now, I’ve heard you enjoy sucking cock and that you pride yourself on being quite good at it, so I want you to show me.”  He moves forward just enough that she can reach his cock.  She leans her head forward, licking it, before taking it in her mouth and down her throat.  She bobs her head up and down on his cock hard and fast, pressing her tongue against the bottom of his shaft as she slides on and off of it.  He moans, letting her suck his cock without interfering.  “Such a good little cocksucker,” he moans again.  “That’s it, take my cock deep down your throat you filthy little whore.

She can tell he’s getting close to cumming and takes his cock deep into her throat, holding it there and running her tongue over the bottom of his shaft.  “Good girl,” he says sliding his cock back so that just the head is in her mouth.  She runs her tongue over it and sucks on it, until he starts cumming.  She continues sucking at the head of his cock until he is cumming and removes his cock from her mouth.  “Well, my sources didn’t lie, slut, you are a good little cocksucker.  Now, open your mouth and let me see what you’ve got.”  She opens her mouth and watches in horror as he picks up a camera and snaps three pictures of her naked, bound, on her knees and looking up at the camera with an open mouth full of cum.

“Good girl.  Now swallow.”  She closes her mouth and swallows, slightly surprised at the sweet, salty taste.  “Back on all fours bitch,” he commands.  She obeys, dropping her elbows to the floor and lifting her ass off of her legs.  “Turn around and place your face on the floor slut.”  Again, she does as she’s told, lifting her ass into the air before him.  He takes two fingers and runs them across her pussy lips before pushing them inside her, making her moan softly.  He laughs, pulling them out, “You are completely soaked, you naughty little whore.  You got wet just seeing and sucking my cock, didn’t you, you little slut.”  He gives here pussy a hard smack before she can answer, making her jump and yelp.  “Back to all fours, bitch,” he says and she does as she’s told.

He walks over and sits in the chair, calling her over to him.  Once she’s in front of him, he picks up a 3’ rubber bone and shows it to her before tossing it to the other side of the room.  She watches it fly over her head and land in the far corner of the room.  “Fetch bitch,” he says laughing.  She bows her head, turning around and crawls after it.  “Faster bitch.  If you don’t move faster, I’ll whip your cunt till it’s raw and swollen.”  She speeds up, crawling as fast as she can.  She picks the bone up with her teeth and carries it back to him, dropping it into his outstretched hand.  “Good girl,” he says, tossing it to the other side of the room again.  He swats her bruised ass as she turns and crawls after it again, moving as fast as she can.

She picks it up with her and brings it back to him once again, dropping it in his hand.  “Good girl,” he says patting the top of her head, before throwing across the room once more.  She goes and picks it up, but this time he tells her to sit, half way back to him.  She obeys, stopping in her tracks and kneeling with the bone still in her mouth.  “Drop it,” he says firmly.  She drops the bone and is told she is a good girl.  “Lay down,” he says once the bone is lying on the floor.  She does as she told, blushing as she is treated like a common dog.  “Roll over,” he says chuckling, as she does her best to roll over.

He stands up, walking over towards the bed and calls her to him, setting a travel bag on the bed.  When she is in front of him, he tells her to sit.  She does as she’s told, pushing out her chest.  He pulls the two nipple clamps with the bells, a ring gag and a blindfold from the bag, letting her see them as he sets them on the bed.  She frowns and closes her eyes tightly as he picks up the clamps and attaches one to each of her nipples, tugging on them to make sure they’re good and tight.  “Open your mouth,” he says grabbing the ring gag.  He places the ring in her mouth and secures the straps tightly behind her head.  He picks up the blindfold, leading her over to the cage and having her back into it.  Once she is inside he places the blindfold over her eyes and locks the cage.  “I am going to go get us some breakfast, but I can’t have you watching me leave or able to talk just in case you decide to do something stupid.  You still there and wait like a good little puppy and I’ll be back soon.  She hears the door shut and is then left in darkness and complete silence.

Left in complete darkness, she thinks about her situation and her new role in life.  She starts crying, not out of fear, but for the life she feared she would never see again.  Her mother, father, sister and friends.  Her schooling, that she would never finish.  She curls up, as best she can, on the bottom of the cage and falls asleep, still crying softly.

She wakes up as the door opens and then shuts.  She can hear him walk past her without saying a word.  A minute later she hears the cage unlock and open, but then hears him walk away.  “Come here bitch,” he says fairly roughly.  She hears his voice and it sends a shiver through her body as she crawls out of the cage.  She moves towards his voice still blindfolded.  “Stop,” he says a minute or two later.  “Now sit.”  She does as he says, kneeling and pressing her chest out.
“Such a good little cunt,” he says, running his hands through her hair, petting her.  “Is the little whore hungry?”  She nods her head slowly, unable to speak because of the ring gag in her mouth.  She feels his fingers at the back of her head as he undoes the straps holding the gag in her move and removes it.  She flexes her jaw, stretching it out and relaxing it.  “What do you say, bitch?”  “Thank you sir,” she says softly, without thinking.  He laughs, “Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

She can smell the food and hear him chewing as he talks to her.  The smell of eggs and bacon are almost too much for her as she realizes how hungry she is.  “Open wide,” he says.  She opens her mouth, expecting to have his cock shoved down her throat, but is pleasantly surprised by the bagel that greats her teeth as she slowly closes her mouth.  “Bad dog,” he says as he smacks the side of her face.  “I didn’t say you could close your mouth.”  She flinches and opens her mouth back up, wide for him, wanting so bad to taste the food that is so close to her.  “Ok,” he says, “You may take a bite.”

She closes her mouth around the bagel, biting off a chunk and sighing as she tastes the bacon, eggs and bagel, savoring it before letting it slide down her throat and into her empty belly.  “Thank you, sir,” she says.  “Lean down.  There is a bowl of water on the floor for you as well.  You will drink after each bite I allow you to take.”  She nods, leaning down and lifting her ass into the air as her lips meet the bowl and she positions herself to get a drink.  He runs his hand over her ass, pulling at her tail and teasing her full ass, before lightly tracing his fingers through the branded letters on her ass.  She winces at his touch, her flesh still tender from the burns.

“Sit back up and open your mouth,” he commands.  She leans back up and obediently opens her mouth, as the bagel enters her mouth once again.  “Bite,” he says, watching as she bites into the sandwich, chews and swallows.  “Good girl.  Now drink.”  She leans down to get a drink once again.  She yelps as he swats her left ass cheek, from the bottom making it giggle.  She starts to sit up, thinking that’s what he wants, but he stops her, “No.  Stay down until I tell you bitch.”  She drops back down, taking another drink and letting out a small scream as he slaps her right ass cheek from the bottom as well.  She is relieved that he didn’t swat the brand, but her ass was still tender and bruised making it an unpleasant experience either way.

This process continues, getting a bite of the bagel, then leaning down to get a drink while her ass is smacked, until the bagel is finally gone.  After the last bite, and he’s done spanking her ass as she finishes the bowl of water, he tells her to sit up and open her mouth.  She does as she’s told, unsure of what he could possibly place in her mouth now.  She feels a ball placed in her mouth once again as he pulls the straps tightly behind her head and ties them.  He gets up and she hears him walk over to the center of the room and turn on the TV.  She hears the TV announce that a Hockey game is just about to start, as he walks back over to her.  He grabs her hair and leads her in front of the chair, forces her to all fours and then sits down.  She feels him prop his feet up on her back as the puck gets dropped and the game starts.

He doesn’t say or do anything to her during the next 45 minutes to an hour, though she does hear him get excited or upset as one team or the other scores or takes penalties.  Twice when he was particularly upset with a call, he smacked her ass hard, making her yell into her gag, but other than that he regarded her as anything more than a piece of furniture.  She found herself listening and focusing on the game so that she didn’t have to focus on where she was and how she was being used.

When the horn finally blows, signaling the end of the first period, he removes his feet from her back, telling her to kneel before him.  She turns towards his voice and sits back on her ass, sticking out her chest and lifting her head.  She stays like that for at least a minute, but it feels like much more than that to her, before he flicks the clamps on her nipples, making her groan.  She yelps as he removes the clamps and the blood rushes back into her nipples.  “Keep your tits pressed out slut,” he says.  Before she has a chance to think about what he said she screams into her gag, feeling a number of braided pieces of material smack against her tits, making them jiggle and bounce.  She continues crying out as the braided material comes down on her tits, over and over again with very little time between strokes, coming from the left and then the right.  Tears are forced from her eyes as she feels like he is tearing her tits apart.

After 10 minutes that seem like an eternity, he stops.  “Spread your knees slut.”  She cringes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath and stop her crying, clenching her legs together without even thinking about it.  She smacks her hard against the face.  “What did I say bitch!”  She spreads her knees, cringing, her body tense and expecting the braids between her legs.  He does not disappoint, as the braids slam against her pussy, wrapping up behind her and slapping against her singed ass.  She howls and falls to the floor sobbing and breathing heavily.  He reaches down and lifts her back to her knees by her hair.  Her head is spinning and she can’t even form coherent thoughts as he speaks to her, “If you would do as you’re told, when you’re told, instead of being such a defiant little cunt, you wouldn’t be in as much pain. 

He pushes her back to her elbows and knees, propping his feet back up on her back to watch the second period.  As before, he pays her no attention as he watches the game, this time not even slapping her ass.  She just stays in place, her tits on fire with pain.  She swears that they are cut up and bleeding, though she can’t see or touch them to find out.  Her pussy and ass throb, along with her tits, making it hard for her to stay still, though the thought of moving and disobeying him again scares her even more than her body hurts.  When the horn ending the second period finally blows, he removes his feet from her back, telling her to kneel.  He gets up and she hears him walk away and then come back, sitting back down.

“Move towards me slut.”  She waddles on her knees, inching closer to him until her crotch presses up against his ankle.  “Good.  Now sit.”  She sits down, the toe of his shoe, parting her pussy lips slightly as she does.  She moans softly, as his foot rubs against her pussy.  “You like that don’t you slut,” he says, removing the ball gag from her mouth and the blindfold from her eyes.  “Yes sir,” she says blushing.  “Rub your cunt against my foot slut.  I want you to hump my leg like the filthy little bitch you are.”

She drops her head, blushing as she starts to grind her body against his foot.  She moans, pushing her pussy down on his shoe, the toe pushing between her lips as her clit rubs against the laces.  “Harder slut,” he says as he reaches down and pinches her nipples, twisting them.  She cries out in between moans as he twists her abused nipples, but grinds harder and faster against his foot.  “Don’t you dare cum without permission bitch.  You’re going to have to beg for it slut.”  After half a minute more of her grinding against his foot while he pinches and pulls at her nipples, her moaning increasing in volume and depth, she cries out “Please may I cum?”

He slaps her right tit hard, making it bounce as she lets out a yelp, “Please may I cum, what, slut?”  He pulls hard at her nipples, making it hard for her to answer right away, as she grips her teeth and keeps grinding her pussy against his foot.  “Please may I cum, sir?”  “Better, but you’re going to have to beg a lot harder than that,” he says laughing as she struggles at his feet.  “Can your slutty little bitch please cum,” she asks in between moans, gritting her teeth and sweating as she tries to hold off her orgasm.  “I-I can’t hold,” she starts to say, but doesn’t get to finish as his hands come down on her shoulders, pressing her down hard against his foot so that she is unable to grind against him.

“Now tell me what you want bitch.”  “Please sir, I need to cum so bad,” she pleads, looking up at him.  “Who do you belong to slut?”  She drops her head, unable to look at him and softly says, “I am yours sir.”  “Look up at me and tell me who you belong to whore,” he says roughly.  She looks up at him with tears in her eyes, “I am your slutty little slave sir.”  “Yes you are,” he says, she can hear the pleasure in his voice, “Your body and mind are mine.”  “Now tell me again what it is you want.”  She closes her eyes briefly and swallows, knowing that once she says what he wants to hear that will be it.  She opens her eyes back up and looks up at the strange masked man that has caused her so much torment over the last day and answers, her voice trembling.  “Your slave wishes to cum for your pleasure sir.”

He lets his hands off her shoulders and she starts grinding slowly against him, knowing that while he let her continue, he still hadn’t allowed her release.  She looks up at him, biting her lip as she rides his foot, moaning.  She can feel his eyes on her, even through the mask as she looks up at him, “Please sir, please, allow your bitch to cum.”  “Work your cunt harder and faster against my foot whore.”  She grinds faster, pushing her body down against his foot hard, moaning louder.  She begs, “May I cum sir”.  “You may cum, slut.  Cum hard knowing that your cunt belongs to me and is only allowed pleasure because I allow it.  He pinches her nipples, holding them in place as she bobs up and down, grinding against his foot.  She moans loudly and her body trembles as starts to cum.  All thoughts exit her mind except for the exquisite pleasure as she is finally allowed release.  Her mind drifts as her body spasms on top of his foot.  She feels some shame for what she did, but even that is overpowered by the extent and depth of her orgasm.

He lets her sit there for a moment as her body stops convulsing.  She can’t help but smile after the intense pleasure that surged through her body.  He moves his foot out from under her.  “On your hands and knees and lick your juices off my shoe bitch.”  Her smile disappears as she is brought back to reality and drops to her knees, remembering who it is that just forced her to have one of the hardest orgasms of her life and she has to fight back tears.  She gingerly licks at his shoe, wanting to touch as little of the fabric as she can.  He pushes her head down, forcing her to really lick his shoe clean of her juices.  “Enough,” he says after about 30 seconds, “Back to your hands and knees,” he says placing the gag back in her mouth and the blindfold back over her eyes.  He props his feet up on her back once again and watches the third period of the hockey game.

The Long Weekend - Part 2

Part 2

She wakes up as she hears the door shut.  “Hello danielle.  How’s my little playtoy doing?  Do you like your new tits?”  “Fuck you, you sadistic bastard,” she screams through tears.  “Awwww, don’t be like that,” he says patting her head and stroking her hair before kneeling in front of her.  “They look beautiful.”  He reaches out and pinches her nipples, pulling them towards him to make sure the rings are on as far as they will go, causing her to scream.  “Now, let’s get you down and get a proper look at you.”

He walks behind her and unties the rope attached to her legs, slowly lowering her feet back to the ground.  He walks in front of her and cuts the thin cables pulling them from the rings now firmly around her breasts.  She thinks about making a break for it, but thinks better of it.  “Now stand up straight and stick out your chest for me.”  She swallows hard and does as she’s told.  “Perfect, just as expected, looking straight on like this, I can’t even tell the rings are there.  All I see are to lovely globes of flesh, and once you’re fitted with a bra and your tits are pushed up a bit more no one will be able to tell from the side either.”

“Now, on your hands and knees girl.”  She bows her head, knowing that she’s his now, as she drops to her knees and bends over.  “Good girl.  I knew you’d get it eventually.”  He leans down behind her and lifts her ankle up to her ass and wraps a piece of black tape around her hip and ankle holding it in place.  He does the same to her other leg and then walks away for a moment.  He comes back with two pieces of padded foam and lifts each of her legs, placing them under her knees.  He then proceeds to start wrapping the black tape around each leg individually, the same way he did the top, until each leg looks like one appendage and the foam is secured to her knees.

 “Sit back on your knees.”  She tries to do so, slowly, but slips and yelps as she sits down hard on her newly bound feet.  He helps her to her knees.  “Now, hold up your arms, bent at the elbows and wrists like a good little begging puppy.”  She bows her head, doing as she’s told.  He wraps the same black tape around her wrists and arm, just below her shoulder, leaving her wrists free and bent in front of her.  Once again, he walks away and comes back with two pieces of padded foam, holding one under her elbow as he continues wrapping the tape around her arm and then doing the same to the other.

 He steps back and nods approvingly.  “Almost perfect.  Now, back to your elbows and knees girl.”  She silently obeys, unsure of what is going on, but feeling more and more like the puppy she pretended at different times in her life.  He walks behind her and rubs her sore, lightly bruised ass cheeks, making her groan.  She feels something hard at her asshole, as he slowly pushes in a plug.  She moans softly, as it fills her ass and she can feel the tail hanging from it brush against her tapped legs.  “Open wide,” he says forcing a large ballgag into her mouth and tying it tightly around her head.  He shows her two nipple clamps with bells attached to them, opening and closing them so that she can see the menacing little rubber teeth.  She swallows hard and yelps through her gag as they are attached to her nipples. 

He walks away into the darkness, and about 30 feet away she sees a fire flare up.  He comes back and sits next to her, petting her hair and letting his hand trail across her back and to her ass.  “Such a good girl,” he says.  “Just so you know, it’s not even 1:00am on Friday night, so I have at least another day with you before I have to decide if I’m going to let you go back to school and the rest of your life.”  She whimpers at his comments, both because of the thought of staying like this forever and the realization that she has only been in his hands for 6 hours or so, and he has already done so much to her.  She can’t even imagine what another full day, let alone the rest of her life would be like.

“The fire should be hot enough, my dear,” he says, patting her head as he gets up.  She looks at him confused as he walks behind her and out of her vision.  He comes back holding a long iron stick with a wooden handle and something more flat at the end.  Her eyes get big and she tires to back away from him, as she screams through her gag and starts to cry.  “Oh my God, the bastards going to brand me,” she thinks to herself, knowing there is nothing she can do to stop him. “You know what this is don’t you,” he says holding it up so that she can clearly read it.   It says “Grade A Owned Property” on two lines in nice bold lettering.  The brand itself is about two inches in diameter.

“I had two of these made special, just for you.  This beauty is going to go right on your right ass cheek,” he says walking over to the fire.  “Come here my slutty little bitch.”  She hesitates trying to decide how she can escape or at least get out of something so permanent.  He walks up to her, grabs a handful of her hair and yanks up hard, making her yelp as her elbows are pulled off the floor.  “Listen to me, you worthless little cunt.  You will crawl your slutty ass over to me, you will be branded and you will do whatever I say when I say it.  Now, crawl your ass over there or I will put this brand on your forehead instead, and make sure that the whole world knows that you are a piece of owned meat and nothing more.

She whimpers through the gag as tears streak down her face.  She struggles to get her elbows on the floor as he tosses her away from him.  She steadies herself on her elbows and knees and starts crawling towards the fire.  He walks behind her, striking her bruised ass with pole portion of the branding iron, alternating cheeks as she slowly crawls along.  When they finally make it to the fire, he walks in front of her and shoves the brand into the middle of the flames.  She can’t take her eyes off the flames as he walks behind her.  She moans on instinct, lowering her head in shame as he presses two fingers into her tight, teased pussy.  “Just as I thought, slut.  Your cunt is dripping with anticipation.  You can’t wait to be properly owned, can you,” he says laughing as he removes his fingers and walks back in front of her.

He places his fingers in his mouth and sucks on them, slowly, letting her watch.  “Such a sweet little whore,” he says grabbing the iron from the fire and walking behind her.  She watches the glowing orange and red brand as it exits the fire and moves behind her.  “I would imagine this is going to hurt a bit, but I doubt you’ll have any trouble handling it.”  She screams loudly as the red hot iron presses against her tender, bruised ass cheek, biting down hard on the gag in her mouth as he holds it there for five seconds, that seem like an eternity.  She is barely able to stay on her elbows and knees as she cries uncontrollably.  He walks up next to her and strokes her hair.  “Good girl.  The easy one is done.”

Her eyes go wide as she looks up at him in horror, her face bright red and streaked from her tears.  “Don’t look so shocked, I told you there were two.  This one will hurt more because of where it is going to go.”  He roughly grabs her hair and pushes her arms out of the way, forcing her to lay her head against the ground.  She starts to turn her head to the side, but he stops her, telling her to place her forehead on the ground.  She does as she’s told as he gathers her hair into a ponytail, ties it off and tosses it to the side.  She hears a piece of metal clang to the floor assuming it was the first brand as she hears him shove the iron back into the fire. 

He steps behind her again and lightly traces his finger through the letters that have been burned into her ass.  “Absolutely perfect,” he says “Anyone who gets a glimpse of your fine ass, will have no doubt of how nasty and kinky you are.”  He straddles her and sits down, using her ass as a chair.  “The last one is going right here,” he says, leaning down and letting his fingers brush against the back of her neck.  She starts crying harder and whining through her gag, trying to beg him to stop, promising to be any and everything he might want, but he hears none of it and instead leans down and whispers in her ear.  “If you’re a good little slut and stay quite and still, I will only hold the brand against you for one or two seconds.  Do you think you can do that, or should I hold it for five seconds like before and let the letters really sink into your flesh?”

She nods her head as best she can, signaling that she will try.  “Good girl,” he says sounding pleased.  She closes her eyes tightly and bites down hard on the ball gag in her mouth as she hears the iron slide out of the fire.  She groans and bites down hard, her teeth actually sinking into the rubber as the brand comes down across the back of her neck, searing her flesh.  True to his word, he removes the iron after about a second and a half.  He gets up off of her and extinguishes the fire.  “Well, I don’t know about you slut, but I’m tired.  Are you tired, my skanky little pet?”  She nods her head and lets out a muffled “mhm”.

“Good.  Lets get you to bed.  You will need your strength for tomorrow.  Now that you know what I’m capable of and that you are truly owned, it is time to start your training.”  He leans down and places a black velvet bag over her head, pulling the drawstrings tightly so that her breathing is slightly staggered.  She feels him pick her up and toss her over his shoulder, her tits smacking against his back.  She hears the door open as she finally leaves the room where she has been held for the past 6 or 7 hours.  She hears another door open and then feels herself get laid on the ground as what sounds like a car trunk is opened.  She feels his arms around her as she is lifted up then laid back down higher off the ground, in what she assumes is the trunk she heard open.

“Don’t worry slut, you’ll be in your new bed in approximately 15 minutes.”  She feels his hands at her breasts and groans as he removes the clamps from her nipples.  She winces and a couple tears slip from her eyes as the blood rushes back in her abused nipples.  She hears the door shut above her and a minute later the car start up.  She feels the car move, as she is jostled around in the small, cramped space.  Her mind races as her body slides across the floor of the trunk, bumping into the sides with each turn or sudden stop.  “What in the world did he mean about the start of her training?  What more could be possibly do to her and where could he be taking her now?”  Her body felt like one big bruise and she could still feel the tender flesh of her neck and ass burning from the brand.  If she was completely honest with herself, she was surprised she was still conscious, but she was trying to be, hoping to hear or learn something that might set her free.

When the car finally stopped and she felt it turn off and its owner get out of the car, she started to get anxious and nervous, wondering what to expect when the trunk opened.  She heard voices outside the car and recognized on of them as her captor.  She was hoping that someone would name him, but no one did.  Finally the talking stopped and the trunk was opened.   She was quickly lifted out and moved through an open door that she only knew was open, because she heard it shut behind her.  “We’re here,” he said setting her down in a kneeling position and loosens the ropes around her throat, removing the bag over her head.

She blinked a couple times, her eyes adjusting to the light as this room was much lighter than anywhere she’d been since she woke up naked and bound, hours ago.  As her eyes adjusted to the light she noticed that she was in a hotel room with one bed, a chair, TV, restroom and a cage.  She quickly looks up at her capture, hoping to see his face, but instead she sees the same blank face that she has been staring at for hours.  He sees the disappointment on her face and laughs.  “I can’t remove your gag for the night, but I can provide you with a smaller one, so your jaw is not stretched so wide, if you promise not to scream.  Can you do that?”  She nods her head and he moves forward, quickly removing the gag and shoving a slightly smaller ball into her mouth.  “Good girl,” he says patting her head.

He looks the gag in his hand over and starts laughing.  “The branding must have been quite painful,” he says, “You actually managed to sink your teeth into this one.”  She nods her head, looking at the ground.  “Good,” he says smacking her left breast with his right hand, making it bounce awkwardly because of the metal ring wrapped around it, “It was supposed to.  I am assuming you probably have to piss.  Would this be a correct statement?”  Again she nods her head, still looking at the ground.  He grabs her ponytail and leads her to the restroom.  “As you can see, you are quite unable to piss like a normal girl, so you will piss like the animal you are,” he says lifting her into the tub.

She is surprised when he removes his socks, shoes and pants, stepping into the shower behind her.  She tried to look back, but he smacked her left ass cheek, making her wince, “Face forward slut and piss like the bitch you are.”  She looks back at the floor in front of her and she starts peeing.  She is surprised and humiliated to feel a stream of warm liquid hit the small of her back and start to puddle there, splashing over her and running down the crack of her ass.  She starts to cry lightly out of embarrassment and humiliation.  When he finishes, she feels him wipe his cock against her ass and then step out of the tub.

He turns the water on and can hear him rinsing his feet under the faucet.  “Now, let’s get you rinsed off.”  She hears the shower head kick on and jumps, yelping as the ice cold water hits her back.  He grabs her and moves her around within the shower, make sure she gets good and rinsed off.  Finally, he turns off the water and grabs a towel, drying her off.  “All right, now it’s time for bed,” he says, lifting her out of the tub.  He leads her back into the main room where she knows he will be putting her into the cage at the foot of the bed.  The cage has a fluffy red pillow on the floor, but nothing else.  He opens the door and motions for her to crawl in.  There is just barely enough room for her to crawl in and get herself turned around.  He closes the change and locks it.  “Goodnight bitch,” he says turning off the light.

She does her best to get comfortable, finding it difficult with how sore she is.  The longer she lays there the more places she realize hurt.  She begins to cry softly, afraid that this might be her everyday life for whoever long she’s alive.  She thinks about her family, friends and school.  Wondering if she will see them again and what they will do when they realize she’s missing.  She shutters as she wonders what they would think of her if they could see her now.  She closes her eyes tight and tries to go to sleep, but her mind continues to wander until everything finally goes black and she sinks into an uncomfortable sleep full of unpleasant dreams.

The Long Weekend - Part 1

She opens her eyes to complete darkness, shaking her pounding head to try and clear her mind.  “What the hell happened last night,” she thinks to herself as she goes to stretch her sore muscles, only to realize she can’t move.  Her head immediately clears as she feels the rope around her wrists, holding her arms above her head and more around each ankle, pulling her legs apart as she lies on the ground.  Her heart starts pounding in her chest as she feels the cold floor beneath her bare back.  She struggles against her bounds and screams for help as loud as she can.

“It’s about time you woke up slut,” a male voice says from the darkness. 
She sees a match flare up and light a cigar about 10 to 15 feet away from her, but can’t see anything more.  She can hear footsteps as she watches the cigar float closer to her.  She starts screaming for help and begging her capture not to hurt her and to please just let her go.  She hears him puff on the cigar and exhale, laughing as he places the sole of his boot against her bare pussy, pushing down on her.  Her eyes fill with tears as she begs him to let her go.

“You can scream and beg as much as you want to pretty girl, in fact, I love it, but no one can hear you except for me, so it might be better to conserve your energy.”  He rubs his shoe roughly against her clit, making her groan and cry harder.  “Now, let’s get a good look at you,” he says moving his foot and reaching above her head.  She hears a click and realizes she can move her arms a little bit, but her wrists are still tightly bound.  He blows a cloud of smoke in her face, making her cough as he moves back over her.

She can hear him pulling at something causing something metal to shake and clang quietly above her, as her arms start to get pulled off the ground by her wrists.  She continues to beg for her freedom, offering him anything as her parents have plenty of money.  She winces and groans as her body starts to lift off the ground, all of her weight wresting on her wrists.  She hears him stop pulling and then feels his hands at her feet, untying her ankles.

He lets his fingers dance against the soles of her feet, tickling her.  She starts thrashing her feet and making a disturbing sound of laughter mixed with pain as her kicking only puts more pressure on her sore arms, holding her half off the ground.  “Please… please stop,” she begs through tears and laughter.  He stops tormenting her feet and she watches as one hand moves to cigar and removes it from his mouth, bringing it down to her foot, letting it hover above her sole, close enough that she can feel the heat.  She nervously bites her lower lip and tries to pull her foot away from him.

He reaches out with his other hand, grabbing her left ankle and holding it in place as he presses the end of the cigar to the tender sole of her foot.  She screams and tries to kick him away, ignoring the pain in her arms as her foot burns.  “Lesson number one, cunt, you will never, pull away from me.  You will take whatever I dish out and you will take it willingly.  If you ever pull away from me, tell me know or go against anything I tell you, the punishment will be far worse then anything you refused to do.  Is that understood,” he asks roughly, removing the cigar from the sole of her foot.  She doesn’t answer, but continues crying and shaking her foot as he continues lifting her until she is standing with her arms pulled tight above her head.

Her mind races as she stands there, putting as little pressure on her left leg as possible.  She wonders what will become of her and if she’ll ever get to see her family again, or if she’ll even leave wherever she is alive.  She starts crying harder at the thought, as he wraps a rope around her right knee and lifts it off the ground, forcing her to stand on her left foot, giving her something more to cry about.  He lifts her leg until her knee is pointing up towards the ceiling.  He then adjusts the rope above her head, pulling tighter on her wrists and making her stand on the toes of her sore left foot. 

“Much better,” he says as he steps away from her, turning on a small light over her head.  She feels the warm yellow glow wash over her body as she looks around, trying to figure out where she is, but the light is too small.  She can only see a couple feet in each direction, but she knows it is more than enough light to show off her young, naked body.

He smiles at her from the shadows, looking her up and down as the light washed over her slender, but fit, tanned body.  Her straight blonde hair hung down to just below her shoulder blades, her blue eyes sparkled from the fresh tears that had her makeup running down her face and her light red lips were contorted into a mixture of fear and pain.  Her arms were pulled tightly above her body, forcing her small, but shapely breasts to be pushed out, her tender nipples standing at attention.  Her firm, round ass was pushed out as well, from the way he had tied her leg, causing her smooth pussy to be prominently displayed.

She had no idea where he disappeared to or even if he was still in the room until she felt him behind her.  His strong arms reached around her body, grabbing her breasts roughly as she tried to look over her shoulder at him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face.  “Face forward slut,” he says roughly as he squeezes her breasts hard.  She gasps and does as he says, looking back into the darkness in front of her.  “I’m sure you’re wondering how you came to be here,” he says, continuing without waiting for an answer, “but it is pointless for you to try and remember.  I made sure that you will not know unless I tell you.”

He chuckles as he rolls her nipples roughly between his fingers making her moan.  “I will tell you that I’ve been watching you for some time now.  I’ve seen the way you flaunt this lovely body of yours, acting all naughty and submissive.  You talk really dirty online about the things you do to yourself and how you want someone to dominate you, but you just use each of those hopeful men to fuel your own fantasies, knowing damn well that you have no plans of giving yourself to anyone.  Too many goals and ambitions, but I know better.”  As he removes his hands from her breasts, she realizes that she’s been moaning the whole time he was talking, so caught up in his words and the sound of his voice that she didn’t notice.

She looks down to see his hands in front of her once again and gasps as she sees an angry looking pair of clover camps moving towards her nipples.  “Please don’t,” she begs, her eyes locked on the mouths of the clamps, where there would normally be rubber to help ease the pain, there was instead a texture that resembled sandpaper.  “You see, I know what you really want,” he says ignoring her plea and only pausing to hear her scream as he lets both clamps bite down on her tender nipples at the same time.  Her eyes fill with tears as she cries out and begs.  “Please take them off!”

“Shut up cunt,” he says yanking on the chain between her nipples.  She cries out and then bites her lip, silencing herself, tears streaming down her cheeks, causing what’s left of her makeup to also run down her face.  “You want to be taken.  You want someone to come and make you their slave, because you are too chicken shit to do it yourself.  You want someone to take you away from your goals and dreams, to break you of the things society and your rich, important parents tell you, you deserve.  You deserve to be naked at a real mans feet, collared, leashed and waiting to be used and abused like the worthless little slut you are.  You long to be controlled, to have your holes filled at your Master’s desire, not your own and to have your body treated in whatever ways bring him pleasure.  I am that Master, you will be my broken little puppet fucktoy and you will love me for it.”

She is trembling and crying in terror, begging him to let her go, as he shoves two of his fingers deep into her pussy.  She lets out a large moan, almost cumming on his fingers.  She blushes hard, embarrassed at how turned on she was at the terrible things he said.  “What the hell is wrong with me!  I can’t possibly really want the things he says I do,” she thinks to herself, “They’re fantasies, that’s all.  Please, God, this can’t be happening.”  She is lost in her thoughts, trying to comprehend what is happening to her, but is jolted back to reality as he slaps her ass hard, making her knee buckle.  She cries out as all of her weight is placed on her arms. 

She can hear him moving and chuckling behind her as she tries to get her foot back under her and take the pressure off her wrists.  She feels his hands on her waist as she steadies herself, and then the tip of something pressing lightly against her asshole.  She can feel his warm breath on her cheek as he leans in and whispers, “Something to keep you company while you think about what is yet to come, my beautiful little whore.”  He shoves the six inch object into her ass and then moves away from her.  She can tell it isn’t more than an inch and a half wide, but no sooner did it enter her ass than she started to feel a burning in her tight hole.  “Oh God, please take it out,” she screams, hearing a door a ways behind her, open and then shut.  “Don’t leave me like this, you sick bastard,” she screams, tears filling her eyes once again.

She writhes in pain and discomfort, grunting and groaning as she tries to get comfortable and ignore the burning in her ass.  She is sweating as she cries and screams, begging for mercy, though she knows no one is there.  Finally after what seems like hours, the tears no longer come, her throat is dry leaving her unable to cry out, and her leg has given out, leaving her hanging limply from her wrists, she passes out.  The light pouring down from above her glistens off her sweaty tan skin as she hangs there limply, looking like nothing more than a slab of meat in a butchers shop.

He walks back into the room and stands in front of her, admiring her sleeping body as she hangs there, her lovely breasts softly rising and falling as she breathes.  He grabs a handful of her hair and yanks her head up roughly, smacking her hard across her face.  “Wake up cunt!”  She comes to screaming, all of the pain in her nipples and ass streaming back into her. 

She lifts her head and is surprised and terrified to see her capture standing in front of her.  Standing about 6 feet tall, wearing a pair of tennis shoes, loose fitting jeans, and a black t-shirt, but what scares her most is the cold, emotionless mask covering his face.  It is a black hood of some kind, with a black mess material covering his face, so that there is nothing there.  He cocks his head to the side, looking straight at her and she imagines a terrible crooked, evil smile beneath the mask, as he revels in her pain and suffering.  She tries to move away from him, or even kick him, but she is tied too tightly and has no remaining strength.

He reaches out and squeezes her breasts, working his fingers around her clamped nipples and making her groan and shift uncomfortably.  He pulls at the chain between the clamps, making her cry out.  Tears come back to her eyes as he grips the clamps and shakes them around, twisting and pulling at her poor tortured nipples.  “Please stop!  I feel like you’re going to rip my nipples off,” she says sobbing.  He opens each clamp and tosses them to the floor, causing her to scream as the blood rushes back into her tender flesh.

He squeezes her right breast roughly as he presses himself against her, moving his free hand down her back and to the base of the ginger finger buried in her ass.  He spins it around and slowly slides it in and out of her ass, making her moan.  He pulls it from her ass and tosses it to the floor, giving each of her cheeks a hard slap.  He removes his hand from her breast and steps back from her.  She sees him eye her up and down.  “You look like such a filthy used slut right now.  Covered in sweat and tears, your makeup smeared all over your face.”  She hangs her head in shame, blushing as she imagines what her friends and family would think or say if they saw her like this.

He unties her left knee so that she is standing on both feet once again, and then steps back into the darkness.  She hears the same noises she heard as her arms were raised above her head, except this time they are being lowered.  After a couple minutes her soles are back on the ground and her hands are still tied, but in front of her, rather than over her head.  She stands there thinking for a moment, debating whether she should make a run for it.  Before she can decide, he steps back into the light.

“On your knees whore!”  She’s still trying to figure out a way to make a run for it, but obediently drops to her knees before him.  He steps up to her and leans down, untying her wrists.  “This is my chance,” she thinks to herself, and as soon as her hands are free, she pushes him as hard as she can.  She tries to get to her feet as fast as she can, but due to the amount of time she was standing suspended, her muscles don’t corporate in the way they normally would.  She can hear him growl behind her, her heart beating fast as she makes it to her feet and starts to run for the door.

She is surprised that she is able to beat him to the door, but bursts into tears when she realizes it’s locked.  She screams as she gets slammed against the door, one his hands wrapped tightly in her hair and pulling her head back as he holds her in place with his body.  “Did you really think I would make it that easy, you dumb cunt?”  He laughs as he tosses her to the floor, without letting go of her hair, using it to drag her back to the light.  He tosses her to the floor, directly underneath the light.  She slowly moves onto her stomach and starts to push herself up, sobbing.  He looks down at her and kicks her hard, in her ribs, making her cry out and drop back to the floor clutching her stomach, crying.

He uses his left foot to roll her onto her back and places his foot on her throat, just hard enough to hold her in place and make it harder for her to breathe.  “I am only going to say this once, so listen good.  You are my slave and you will do as I say.  Your body is mine to use and abuse as I see fit, or to give to someone else, should I desire to do so.  If you ever try to hurt me or run away, you better pray I can’t get back up or you escape because when I get my hands on you, I will make sure you experience pain in ways and places that you didn’t even think was possible.”  She listens in terror, crying silently and hoping that this is all just a bad dream.

She takes a deep breath, coughing as he removes his foot from her throat.  He reaches down and lifts her to her knees by her hair.  He moves behind her and tightly binds her wrists behind her back, looping the rope between her wrists vertically and using the same rope to tie her elbows as close to touching as possible.  She groans, feeling like her arms might break from the pressure he has applied to them.  Once again he loops the rope over itself, this time running it down to her ankles, pulling tight on the rope, making her back bend in an unnatural way as he ties her ankles together.  She is forced to look up into the light as her back is bent in an unnatural and quite uncomfortable way, pushing her chest out and making her spread her knees wide so that she doesn’t fall over.

She can see nothing, but the light glaring in her face, but she knows how vulnerable and exposed he has her.  She waits silently, trying to figure out where he is and what he has planned for her.  She lets out a moan as he lightly squeezes her breasts, rubbing her nipples between his fingers.  “You have such nice tits, though they could be a little bit bigger.  I can’t wait until you see what I have in store for them.”  A cold shiver runs down her spine as he says the last sentence, trying to imagine what he might have in store for her tender flesh.  She is brought back to reality as he slaps each of her breasts, making her yelp.

He removes his hands from her breasts and again she is left wondering where he is.  There is nothing except for the pain in her muscles from being stretched the way she is and silence.  She gasps and moans as she feels his fingers between her legs.  His middle finger slides between her lips while his pointer and index fingers move along the sides as he strokes her pussy.   When he reaches her clit, he pinches it lightly and removes his hand.  Without thinking, she spreads her legs, pushing her body down, hungrily trying to find his fingers.

He laughs, “You want to cum don’t you slut?”  She can feel herself blush, realizing what her body is doing, but responds defiantly, “No!  I wish you would just leave me alone and let me go home.”  “Your body betrays you slut, even if your mind won’t let you give into what you want.  Let me show you.  Without warning he shoves three fingers into her pussy, working them in her as deeply as they will go.  She moans loudly and presses her body down against his fingers.  He laughs as he removes his fingers from her pussy, covered in her juices and brings them to her lips.  “Open wide and suck your filth off my fingers, you horny little slut.”

He places one hand on her forehead pushing down lightly on her head, pushing it even further back, as he pushes his three fingers into her mouth.  He pushes them in slowly, letting her suck on them as she was told to do.  She gags a little as his knuckles press against her lips.  He starts to rock his hand back and forth, fucking her mouth with his fingers.  He pulls his fingers from her mouth, laughing as he wipes her saliva across her face.  “I am going to fuck your throat slut.  If I so much as feel your teeth press against my cock or balls, I will grab a knife and carve your clit out of your body, making it near impossible for you to ever feel release again, not to mention I’m sure that would hurt like hell.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”  “Yes, what, you stupid cow.”  He smacks the side of her face hard and probably would’ve knocked her over if his other hand wasn’t waiting to smack her hard in the opposite direction.  “Yes sir,” she says with tears in her eyes.  She hears him unzip his pants and then let them drop to the floor.  She feels him step up to her, his legs on either side of her bound body.  His body slowly eclipses the light above her until all she can see is his dangling balls and cock, the light shining out on each side of him.  He drops his balls into her open mouth and she obediently starts to suck on them one at a time, running her tongue over them and drawing them into her mouth.

He lifts his balls out of her mouth and moves up about a half of step, letting them slide across her face.  He lowers himself once again, almost sitting on her face, his wet balls falling on either side of her nose and covering her eyes.  She lets out a small sneeze, shifting uncomfortably as his body presses down on her face.  She can feel her muscles strain and pain start to creep into her neck and back.  She swallows hard and slides her tongue out of her mouth, letting it slide along the crack of his ass, hoping that was what he wanted and he’ll stand up a bit at least.

She hears him chuckle and hates herself for giving in, knowing that he wanted her to do exactly what she did without him having to tell her to.  “Don’t stop cunt.  Show me what that slutty tongue of yours can do.  Show me how much you love licking ass.  You wouldn’t have started if you didn’t love it.”  He says, mocking her, still resting his weight against her head.  “You left me no choice!  That was not my decision!”  She cries out without thinking, but before the words even leave her mouth, she knows that she’ll regret it, no matter how true it was.

He stands up part way and moves so that his cock is at her mouth.  “Open,” he says sternly.  She opens her mouth, afraid of what he might do if she didn’t.  Before her mouth is even fully open, he shoves his cock down her throat until her nose is pressed up against his crotch.  He wraps his fingers tightly in her hair and holds her there, choking her with his cock.  “You are mine you filthy cunt.  You will do what I say, and you will like it.”  Her eyes start to water as he chokes her with his cock.  “Do you understand?”  She nods her head and he slides his cock out enough that she can get a short breath and then starts fucking her face hard.  She gags and coughs as he fucks her face, until finally he fills her mouth with his cum.  He tells her to swallow as he stands up.

“Now, I am going to untie you, are you going to try and run or fight me?”  “No sir,” she says sounding and feeling hopeless.  “Much better,” he says as he unties her.  “Now stand up, spread your legs and put your arms out to each side, parallel to the ground.”  He steps up to her and she closes her eyes, trying to imagine herself somewhere else, but is brought back to reality as his hands close gently around her breasts and massage them, lightly pinching her nipples, then sliding down her body and between her legs, rubbing her pussy and playing with her clit.  She can’t help but moan and grind her hips slowly against his fingers.

He stops just as quickly as he started and steps back from her.  He walks behind her and she feels a stick, it reminds her of a broom handle, placed against her outstretched arms, as he tells her to loop her hands over it.  She does as she’s told and waits as he ties her wrists, then her elbows and finally her arms, just below the shoulder, to the wooden bar.  He walks back in front of her and leans down, placing a spreader bar between her legs and cuffs both of her ankles into it, spreading her legs about three feet apart.

He walks in front of her and grabs a rope hanging from the ceiling, pulling on it until she can feel it lifting her into the by her arms.  He pulls on it until she is two feet off the ground and then stops, tying it to a hook in the ground.  He walks behind her and after a few seconds she feels her feet being pulled backwards so that she is hanging at an angle, looking down at the ground.  He walks up behind her and places he palm against her pussy, making her moan.  “You look so lovely tied up, suspended and completely on display,” he says as she feels something cool and hard press against her pussy.  She moans as it slowly slides inside her, stretching her lips as the inch and a half object disappears inside her. 

“Oh God,” she moans, unable to hold back.  She wonders what in the world he is putting inside her as it seems to continue forever.  Finally he pulls it out a couple of inches and she moans, hoping that he is finally going to let her cum, but it only sides out about an inch and then stops as he attaches it to the spreader bar.  “Awwww, the silly little thought she might get to cum, didn’t she,” he laughs.  “No, you just get to hang there with a foot and a half of rubber in your cunt, oh and six inches in your ass,” he says pressing a large plug into her tight, raw ass.  She groans, feeling her asshole stretch around the plug as it keeps expanding inside until the largest part of 2 inches sinks in and sticks in place. 

He walks around in front of her once again, “Now that you’re all tied up and frustrated, it’s time to give you your first lasting reminder of the fact that your body no longer belongs to you.”  He walks into the shadows and pulls out a metal frame with two metal rings suspended in the center by thin cables.  He grabs the rope in front of her and unties it from the ground, slowly letting it slide through his hands.  She cries out in horror as she realizes that with the angle her feet are pulled back, if he lets go of that rope, she will land between the metal frame and her breasts will be pushed through the two metal rings.  “Please don’t do this,” she pleads.  “Those rings are far too small, my breasts will never fit through them and if they do, they will never come off.  Please, I will do whatever you say.” 

He laughs as he pulls on the rope and ties it back to the floor in the position it was before.  “You are right slut, you will do what I say, but because you have no choice in the matter.  You are mine.  Your body is mine and your tits will be inside those rings very soon.”  She starts to sob softly, in fear as she looks at the menacing rings a couple of feet below her.  He walks up and grabs her hair, slapping her across the right side of her face.  “Shut up whore.  The rings are a size smaller than your lovely tits,” he says grabbing her tits and squeezing, “but I guarantee they will push through once all of your weight is on the rings.  Do to their smaller size they should be invisible to the eye, in most bras, but they will make your tits look a size bigger.  See, you should be thanking me, I’m giving you a natural and free breast enlargement,” he says laughing.

He turns around and walks back to the shadows bringing out a small table with a large candle on it.  He lights the candle and places it under the rope holding her up.  “I have a few errands I have to run, so I’m afraid you’re just going to hang around for a bit and think about what will happen once this candle burns through this rope.  When I return, we’ll examine your new tits and then continue with the process of marking you as my property.  Have fun,” he says chuckling as he swats her sore, lightly bruised ass, walking past her and to the door out of the room.

As soon as he leaves, she starts struggling against the ropes trying to free herself.  The whole time, her eyes keep darting between the ominous rings below her and the candle slowly burning through the rope.  She starts to cry and closes her eyes, realizing that it is impossible to free herself.  “Oh God,” she thinks to herself, “It’s one thing the way this bastard has used and abused me already, but this, even if he lets me go, this will stay with me.  My parents and close friends will think I had surgery and anyone I’m with will think I’m some kind of sick freak.” 

“Please, let me down.  I’m sure you’re out there, watching me struggle and probably even taping this.  Please just let me down and I will willingly do whatever you ask of me,” she begs, hoping someone will hear her, but there is no response.  She closes her eyes, trying to imagine herself somewhere else.  She has no idea how much time has passed when she finally feels the rope begin to loosen.  She opens her eyes to see the rope fraying and about to break.  She screams as the rope snaps and she falls forward.  She feels her breasts press against the rings, the weight of her body, slowly pushing for tender flesh through the rings.

She feels the rings press against her chest and knows without looking down that her breasts and fully passed through them.  Tears flow down her cheeks as she opens her eyes and looks down at her breasts, puffed out around the rings.  They are more rounded and do look slightly larger than before.  She cries harder seeing the silver ring at the base of her breasts, knowing that no matter what happens her life will never completely be the same.  She hangs there feeling more and more hopeless until she finally drifts off to sleep.

 - Untitled

            It had been a long week and you were looking forward to getting home and relaxing a little bit before your Master got home from work.  Work had been stressful and trying all week, so much so, that not even letting go of every responsibility except for the pleasure of your Master would allow you to relax.  Friday nights were different though, he would come home later, giving you a little time to relax, then you would get dressed up and he would take you out to dinner.  You open the door of the house and slip inside, so intent on getting out of the long pencil skirt and tight white blouse, that you almost missed him sitting on the couch.  You pause; half of your blouse unbuttoned, as you stare at him sitting there in jeans and a black polo shirt.  “What’s he doing home already,” you wonder, “Is something wrong”?

            “Come here,” he says, not too demanding, but with a firm tone that puts you a little on edge.  You walk over until he tells you to stop about two feet from where he is sitting.  “Panties off,” he says smiling at you and putting you at ease once again.  Your skirt is so long and tight, that you have to hike it up high enough that he can see your panties for you to be able to grab them and slide them down.  You blush slightly as you step out of your panties.  “You might as well finish taking off your top as well, slut, since you were almost finished with it anyway.”  You blush a little harder and remove your shirt, revealing a black pushup bra.

            “Hike that skirt up, and come straddle my lap, you pretty little whore.”  Slightly embarrassed, you hike your skirt up, bunching it up around your waist and fully exposing your pussy to him, so that you can spread your legs enough to straddle him.  You let your skirt fall back down, as you sit on his lap, bunching up around your upper thighs.  He leans in and kisses your lips, wrapping his left arm around your back as his right hand slides between your legs.  Two fingers slide over your labia, parting them, but not penetrating you, while his thumb rubs your clit.  You moan softly into his mouth, grinding against his fingers, trying to get them inside your hungry cunt.

            He breaks the kiss, but continues teasing you with his fingers, “I know tonight is normally your night to relax, get dressed up and unwind a bit, but I have a guest coming over tonight, so you will be put to other uses tonight.”  You start to frown, cursing in your head, but you see the look on his face and all you can think of is making him proud and being the best slave you can possibly be.  “Yes sir, I understand you say,” moaning softly.  He removes his hand, making you groan and your pussy ache for release.  “Good.  Take your pretty ass upstairs, take a shower, and get yourself cleaned up, and then come back downstairs, but don’t bother getting dressed, except for your collar of course.”

            “Yes sir,” you say, grabbing your discarded clothing and heading upstairs.  “What in the world does he have planned for me?  He doesn’t normally have me naked when he has guests over.  Dressed in very little, and made to serve, but never naked.  At least not yet,” you think nervously.  You are tense and nervous through your whole shower, moving as quickly as possible because you have no idea when his guest might show up.  When you’re finished, you hurry back downstairs, walking naked into the kitchen.

“Good.  I’m glad you finished up so quickly,” he says handing you an open cookbook.  “That is what you’re making and the ingredients are on the counter behind you.”  You look at the ingredients and frown.  “This is only for two people sir.  Is your guest coming after dinner?”  “No, they are coming for dinner.  You won’t be eating until later.”  He leaves the room and goes up stairs without saying anything more.  You frown as you start to cook, your hunger growing as the kitchen fills with the aroma of food.

He doesn’t come back into the kitchen until the food is almost done, and asks you how it’s going.  “It should be ready to serve in about 5-10 minutes,” you say.  “Good,” he says, attaching a leash to the collar around your neck.  “On your hands and knees, and follow me into the living room slut, I will take care of the food.”  You drop to your hands and knees and follow after him.  He leads you to the middle of the room and tells you to kneel.  As you kneel, you look around the room, noticing that the coffee table was no longer in front of the sofa.  That had only happened once or twice, normally when he wanted to use you as a footrest.  You shiver at the thought of such treatment with someone else present.

“My guest will be arriving very soon and I want you to be presentable,” he says placing a blind fold over your eyes and tying it tightly behind your head.  You start to protest, but he brings a finger to your lips, “Uh-uh, slaves only speak when spoken to, and you will be completely silent tonight unless I give you permission to speak.  Is that understood?”  You nod your head.  “Good girl.  Now, spread your knees, arch your back, sticking out your tits and clasp your hands behind your head,” he says bringing the middle of the leash to your mouth for you to hold.  You do as you’re told, knowing how exposed every inch of your body is in this position.  “Very good, now you will stay like that, until told otherwise.”

You stay there for what seems like forever, but you decide must’ve been only 5 minutes or so, because he was not finished getting dinner together when the doorbell rang.  You hear him walk to the door and open it.  “Well, hello there he says,” but he doesn’t call the person by name and whoever it is doesn’t respond.  “Isn’t she lovely,” you hear him say and you hear a female giggle.  Your mind races, as does your heart rate.  “Oh my God, it’s another girl.  He has me completely on display for another woman, that I even cooked dinner for,” you think to yourself.  You can feel yourself blush from embarrassment and become somewhat jealous at him having a girl over while you are pushed to the side like a toy to be shown off.

You can hear their footsteps as they walk over to you and can feel their presence just inches away from you.  “Go ahead, touch her.”  You hear the woman giggle again, causing your mind to race.  “Who could it be?  Do you know them?”  You flinch and moan softly as a pair of soft feminine hands, cup your breasts and squeeze gently.  The woman pinches your nipples gently, making you groan, and then her hands disappear.  Seconds later your eyes go wide and you let out a small gasp as her soft hand cups your pussy, running one finger between your lips.  “The slutty little bitch is soaked isn’t she,” your Master says.  “Mmhm,” you hear the woman say.  “Would you mind going in the kitchen and dishing up both our plates while I set the table,” your Master says gently.

You hear the woman turn and leave.  “Oh my God,” you think to yourself, “I feel like I’ve heard her voice before.  She almost sounds like Kelly.  Oh God, please don’t let it be Kelly.”  Kelly is your best friend and has been for years.  The thought of her seeing you like this and enjoying it both makes you wet and almost brings you to tears.  You feel your Owner’s hand at your mouth, removing the leash and he leads you over to where the coffee table used to be, right in front of the couch.  He leans down and whispers in your ear, “You are our table for while we eat slut.  You will keep the table top I’m about to put on your back, steady and you will not allow anything to spill.  If anything spills you will be cleaning it up and you will be punished.  Do you understand?”  You nod your head.

He places an ear plug in each of your ears, leaving you completely deaf and blind.  You feel a somewhat heavy piece of glass get placed across your shoulders that is wider than the width of your body from shoulder to shoulder and extended back to the end of your ass.  A few minutes later you can feel them both there with you, putting plates and glasses on the think piece of glass on your back, making it heavier than it already was and somewhat unbalanced.  You groan, but have no idea if it was loud enough for them to hear.  While they sit there, you can feel plates, silverware and glasses moving around, but have no idea what they are doing or talking about.  Every so often the tips of the woman’s high heels press against your bare breasts, or flick your nipples teasing you.  A few times, you feel here heels press against your sides, testing you, to see if you’ll falter and drop everything to the ground, but you hold firm for your Master.  You want and need him to be proud of you.

Finally, after you have no idea how long, but you know it’s been a while because your muscles and bones ache, the plates and glasses are removed and the table is lifted off your back.  You feel a tugging at your leash, and you move off all fours, to just your knees.  He pats your head, and in your mind, you hear him say, “Good girl”, though you don’t know if he actually said it.  A few seconds later you feel someone move close to you, and from the sweet aroma, you know it is the girl and not your Master.  She twists her fingers into the hair on the back of your head and pulls you towards her.  You feel your face press between her ass cheeks, sliding your face up and down, your nose and lips sliding over her puckered asshole.  “She’s going to make me rim her ass,” you realize, as you panic a little, groaning.  “Oh God, please don’t let this be someone I know,” you say to yourself.

You feel your Master’s hands at the sides of your head, removing the plugs from your ears.  “Go ahead slut, slide your tongue deep in her ass.  Show her what a dirty whore you are.”  You blush deeply, but do as you’re told pushing your tongue into her tight hole.  “Mmmmm, yeah,” you hear the woman moan.  Your eyes go wide beneath your blindfold as you hear her voice.  You’re sure you recognize it, and you’re afraid it’s your best friend, but you still aren’t positive.  You continue licking her ass and sliding your tongue in and out of her hole until she pushes you away.

Your Master steps in front of you, griping your hair in his hand, and forcing you to look up.  “What do you say slut,” he asks you, lightly slapping you across the face.  “Thank you for allowing me to eat your ass ma’am,” you say, your face turning a bright red.  You hear her giggle again and can tell she is in front of you.  Your Master pushes your head up and a sweet musky scent fills your nostrils as your lips press against her pussy.  She groans, as do you, feeling her wetness against your lips.  You slide out your tongue and lick her pussy, tasting her sweet, tangy juices.  You feel your Master’s hands move to the back of your head, as one of her hands wraps in your hair and pulls you tighter against her, making you press your arms against her legs to balance you.   You feel your Master’s hands untying your blindfold and removing it from your eyes.

You look up and gasp, seeing your best friend looking down at you, a look of lust in her eyes and an evil grin on her face.  “Hello, you naughty little slut,” she says moaning.  You push back, trying to speak, but you get a swift swat to your ass from your Owner as she pulls you even tighter against herself.  “You can talk after you, finish making me cum slut.”  “And only if I allow it,” your Master says, smacking your ass harder this time.  You push your tongue into her, sucking at her pussy as you fuck her with your tongue.  She continues to moan as your Master grabs your arms, pinning them behind your back and pushing you up towards her.  You are almost suffocating in between her legs as she pulls and he pushes you into her.  “Get in there good and deep, bitch,” your Master says.

Finally, you feel her hand clench your hair and her thighs squeeze your head as she screams, her juices flowing into your mouth and across your face.  When she finishes cumming, she lets go of your hair and drops to the couch behind her.  “Mmmmmm,” she moans, “You have no idea how many times I’ve played with myself imagining your mouth between my legs.  Even when we were younger, I always thought you had such a lovely mouth, but I never wanted to risk our friendship, but now, I don’t have to worry about that, now that I know what naughty little slave you are.”  “Where are your manners slut,” your Master says slapping your ass hard, as you kneel blushing hard with embarrassment and trying to catch your breath.

“Thank you Kel,” you start to say, but he slaps your ass again.  “Are you her equal slut?”  You fight back tears as you blush harder and look at the ground, unable to look your friend in the eyes, as you shake your head.  “Thank you ma’am for allowing me to pleasure you and make you cum.”  “That’s better,” your owner says.  “Such an obedient little skank isn’t she,” Kelly says, laughing.  “I would have never guessed what a naughty girl she is.  I thought you were pulling my leg when you told me,” she says looking at your Master.

She looks down at you, and smiles, a devilish look in her eyes, which you only catch a glimpse of because you are still unable to look at her for fear that you might start crying.  “Come here, you silly little whore,” she says, motioning for you to crawl over to her.  You obediently crawl towards her until she puts a foot out to stop you.  “Worship my feet,” she says waving her foot at you, with her high heel still on.  You lean down and kiss the bare skin on the top of her foot.  She kicks her heels off and wiggles her toes at you.  You fight back tears again, as you run your tongue over her bare feet.  You feel your Master behind you and can hear him laugh at you as he places his hands on your waist, “Up girl,” he says, helping to lift you up so that you are standing, bent over at the waist and licking your friend’s feet.

You hear him unbuckle his pants and let them fall to the floor.  You continue licking and sucking your friend’s feet as you feel his cock press against your asshole and press slowly into you.  You moan and gasp as he starts fucking your ass.  Your girlfriend laughs, as she switches which foot is in front of you.  “You are such a dirty little slut.  I bet your pussy is soaked for him isn’t it.”  “It would be, if I was in it,” your Master says laughing.  “Oh, dear Lord, what a little whore you are.”  You feel a few tears slide from your eyes, but continue pleasing your Owner and your best friend until he finally cums deep in your ass, wipes his cock between your cheeks and pulls up his pants.

“Well, I think I’ll leave the two of you alone for a bit, as I’m sure you have a lot to talk about.  I’m going to go for a walk.  Oh, and slut, you may speak once I leave, but be mindful of your place.”  He turns and walks out of the room, grabbing his coat and then leaves the house.  Your friend smiles down at you and pats the couch next to her.  “Come here dear,” she says smiling genuinely at you.  You get up on the couch next to her and she puts an arm around you.  “That was fun.  I wish I would’ve known about this side of you a long time ago.”