1/2/2018 4:43:00 AM: She shivers. Is it from the cold, wearing only stockings, a corset and impossibly tall heels, or the thrill of anticipation? Fear or desire?   You glide your hands over trembling form. What little clothing you've allowed her does little to hide her body, more to accentuate, sexualise and display. To reinforce her new role as your plaything. No demure cloth to shroud her sexuality, leather and latex to accentuate it as possible.    Restraints. You cuff her wrists and ankles, slowly shackling her body further into bondage. Despite her apprehension, he remains still. You had no idea how eager she is to please you, how responsive she is to the slightest touch. A glint of moisture glistens between her thighs.   You show her her collar. Thick leather, complete with d-rings and lock. Her eyes fixate on the letters fitted to the front of the device. SLUT, proclaimed in large sliver diamante adorned letters. Her eyes widen, her breath more anxious.   She holds her neck back. She submits. Her bare chest rises and falls as the collar snaps and locks. A quite moan escapes her lips.    You take a brush pen, and with a few curving strokes, ink your mark upon her breast. She looks and understands it's meaning. She now belongs to you. She bears your mark with pride.    The leash snaps onto her collar, and you bring her into the position you require. Legs wide, head down, arms pulled back and up. You inspect her body, the aching flesh eager for use. Without a word, you can tell she has fallen into the thrall of subspace. Such vulnerability, such surrender....   Gently, you apply the lube to her anus. She pulls back with the initial sensation. She has not been used like this before. But the slut must not refuse her Master.   You press the well slicked plug to her opening and take hold of the rings on her collar. 'Push back, toy' 'Let the plug inside you'.    For a moment she hesitates. Her conscious mind pulling away from the taboo. Her inner submissive, eager to obey your wishes.    She relaxes, allowing you to push her onto the plug. She whimpers as it enters her body, pushing her wide. At last, it slides in with a gasp. You stroke her face as you test the base of the plug. 'Good slut, you're a 3 hole plaything now'   She looks back at you, feeling the thrill of the humiliation rush over her.    You tease and torment her, apply pleasure and pain to the point they become indistinguishable. She loses her sense of self, awash in the sensations you allow her. You take hold of her hips, pressing the tip of your cock to her vaginal lips. They still bear the clamps you applied there, bitting harder as you enter deep inside her. She welcomes you, her body hungry to be penetrated. As each inch reaches inside her, her moans becomes more intense.   Every thrust she rides like a wave, pressing her body flush to yours. She is already rushing to climax, but you will not allow her. After all, the slut is there purely to fulfil your desires. She holds off, clenching herself tight around your shaft as you fuck her. Anything to be good for Master.   'Now'   She comes, the tidal wave of ecstasy rolls over her, as your cum explodes into her. She screams with primal joy, something unbridled by civil behaviour. Here, it is rich, raw and relentless. Her body still shakes as the orgasm courses through her flesh.   You hold her trembling body, the convulsions of desire fading slowly. She collapses into you, no longer able to stand on her own. Rope and chain are carefully undone. You keep her restraints in place. You take her to the bed, remove her heels and the remaining locks.   She barely makes a sound as you lay next to her, yet she presses herself to you body. Her hands toy with her collar, still locked onto her. Fingers trace the profane letters, whilst the corners of her lips curl into a smile.            

5/18/2017 7:41:23 AM: The discipline box   'You've shown some unfortunate hesitation accepting your role, slave' Master said.    The girl shivered. It was true. Many things that seemed thrilling as a fantasy, but the reality of being owned was another thing completely. There was no off switch, no safe word, no way to make it stop. The Owners considered her their property and would use her as they saw fit.   As much as it aroused her, part of her fought against this. To keep a little piece of her own independent spirit. She has refused to insert her butt plug, insisting she wouldn't be penetrated this way.   But Master and Mistress would not have this.    'Position 5' Mistress ordered. The slave obeyed, spreading her legs wide and placing her arms behind her back.    'Fortunately, we have means of remedying this issue. You will soon be a far more obedient slut' Mistress said. 'The slave will soon realise that her body is for the use of her Owners, and it's only desire is dutiful service' added her Master.   'Yes Master, yes Mistress' she replied. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Because she has disappointed them or is that she finally understood her new fate, she wondered.   Mistress took her arms and pushed them into some kind of restraint that pressed her arms close behind her back. The zip soon sealed her into the arm binder, locked into straps that crossed over her chest. It felt humiliating, like a literal sex object. No doubt exactly as they desired her to be.    Mistress soon placed a leather corset around her waist and began lacing her ferociously. Each breath became increasingly difficult. It was only when her abdomen was impossibly squeezed that the laces ceased their compression. A belt was finally placed around her waist and secured with a padlock.   Fine lace stockings were worked up her legs and hocked up to garter on the painfully tight corset. Her feet were placed into impossibly tall stiletto heels, which again were secured with padlocks. Finally, a leather and steel collar was fitted around her neck. From the d ring on the collar hung a tag. It indicated her as an owned slave.   Her breasts and her shaved pussy were left exposed. Accessible...    As she struggled to stand in the heels and corset, she heard Master approach. He held an object in his hands, some kind of box like device.   'Hold your head still slut' Master said.   The slave tried to move away, tottering on the stiletto heels. Mistress quickly grabbed a d ring at the end of the arm binder. She lifted up the captive's arms, forcing her head down. In a smooth motion, Master place the box behind the slave's head, her neck fitting into a semi circular hole in the base.     Before the girl could make any awkward attempt at avoidance, the front of the box swung down and snapped shut. Clasps snapped shut and a padlock secured, she could only cry out as the box was trapped around her head.   It was padded, with several small air holes. The front of the box had a small hatch in line with her eyes and a hole in front of her mouth. The hatch was closed and the hole filled with a plug, sending her into darkness.   'I think it suits her' Master said.    'I do so love a head boxed slut' replied Mistress. 'Now it will finally accept it's place as our pleasure toy.' She began to tease the slave's breasts.   The slave shuddered at the hands teasing her flesh. The lack of any vision amplified the sensations. She tried to stifle a moan as a finger pressed into her pussy. God, it felt good.    'Looks like she's rather wet' Mistress said.    'I guess our slave likes being boxed too'    The slave remained bent over, submissive as her Owners explored her flesh. A chain was hooked onto her box, forcing her head down further and trapping her in place.    She whimpered as her anus was applied with lubricant. The feeling of the gel was exquisite, despite what it would soon mean. She could only wait, restrained and kept within her box, ready to be filled.   As Mistress continued to tease her throbbing pussy, the slave felt the tip of the horrid plug. before she could try to tense her opening, her clit felt an intense cold sensation. The slave squealed within the confines of her box. Before she could collect her senses, the plug was pushed into her body, slipping with almost casual ease. She desperately tried to push it out, but to no avail. She felt straps holding the toy firmly in place, from the bottom of her corset, between her legs and fastened to the front of her corset. It had the added benefit of pressing her labia firmly together.   Not inner wildest dreams did she think she would ever be treated like this.   'Well, it's far more docile now. I think it may actually serve us well after all''Or fetch a much greater auction price'   The chains keeping the slave in place were removed, and she was allowed stand upright. She could feel Mistress tapping on her box, stroking her body. With the box on her, the slave had no idea who might be around her, touching her. She could be fucked and used and have no idea who was inside her. She would appear as a headless body, some kind of living sex doll. It was terrifying, humiliating, exhilarating....   'Now, time for the brands and piercings!' announced Master.   A tug on her collar beckoned the slave forward. Unable to see, she was dependent on the newly fastened leash to guide her, despite where it would lead.   'And it should be healed up in time for the next party, I know that it will prove quite the popular plaything'   Oh god! Are they for real?   A sharp tug pulled her onwards. It didn't matter what she thought, she no longer had any sense of choice. Inside her box, the slave whimpered.    She was their property and she would serve. Always.

5/8/2017 3:04:24 AM: It all feels so surreal... a few hours ago you were a well dressed professional woman. Smart, objective, driven. You can see your business skirt and jacket, hung up neatly. But you will not be allowed to wear them again. Instead, you will be told what to wear, if you are to be clothed at all. A collection of uniforms, all emblazoned with your number, the same number now branded onto your breast. Your slave number. Aside from the uniforms, you have a wide range of fetish wear - latex corsets, stiletto heels, leather hoods and full body catsuits. One even looks like a wearable sex doll...   Your body has been trapped in all manner of cuffs and bindings, all firmly locked in place. They have locked a heavy posture collar around your neck, keeping your head firmly in position. The large gag has made your jaw ache terribly. As you were chained into a spreadeagled pose, you could feel them, assessing your body. As you were made helpless, your pussy was spread open, smeared with lubricant. Not that you needed it... an object soon slide inside you. Without warning it began to vibrate, you shook against your bonds but the sensation was overwhelming. It was intense pleasure, almost to the point of torture. As the next wave on ecstasy took hold, you felt something pressing against your anus. Instinctively you tried to pull away.    Without warning a cold grip bit deep into your left nipple, forcing the breath from your body. Within a second, another clamp seized the unclaimed nipple. With that momentary lapse, the butt plug is pressed inside you, your opening wrapping around the metal stem of the plug.    The pleasure, the pain, the humiliation... it's terrifying, intoxicating, exciting... even liberating. The woman you were is gone. Now you are their property. You smile as another wave of pleasure washes over you, moaning into your gag.   Yes. Yes. Yes...              

5/4/2017 6:46:07 AM: THE OWNER SPEAKS   'I see you're awake, my dear. No doubt you have many, many questions. The foremost being why you can't speak or move. Rest assured that you are not to be harmed. In fact far from it, I've spent far too much time and resources on you to be so wasteful' 'The difficulty with your ability to move is partly due to the sedatives wearing off, in addition to the heavy restraints you have been fitted with. Wrist and ankle cuffs, thigh cuffs... all with padlocks. Your head has been fitted with a lovely leather hood, with neck corset to keep you focussed on your duties. Plus of course your collar. As my slave, you will be collared and restrained at all times, with my ownership tag in full view' 'Oh, you don't agree that you're a slave? Well as you can see in this mirror, You collar suggests otherwise. In such big, diamante encrusted letters too! S, L, A, V, E! Everyone will know exactly what you are and to whom you belong, with that pretty collar showing like that. Perhaps you may try and fight this, as those before you have. But rest assured my sweet slut, you will serve and obey. All that matters is hown much you suffer before you accept the inevitable.' 'Yes, it does hurt, doesn't it? And I have far more than that to give to difficult sluts.Your body has been fitted with numerous electrodes, all connected to this tablet I hold. All I do is select where I wish you to experience pain and to what intensity. Perhaps another demonstration?' 'No doubt you've found your capacity to breath hampered, trying to suck down air into your lungs after that taste of agony. My slave has been fitted with a very tight corset. I do love to see sexy slaves in restrictive corsets, restrictive and shapes the body so wonderfully into that hourglass form. While you may think it could not be any tighter, let me assure you that all your other corsets will be tighter still, until you are shaped down to exactly what I desire. 'and the other reason for you current breathing difficulties would be the rather invasive plug gag you're currently forced to endure. The plug can be easily removed to allow access to your tongue whilst preventing speech, or, as I am about to do, fit a dildo snug into your gag hole. Conveniently, your hood has been fitted with handles, so that you can be a helpful little toy. Mmm I can't wait to chain you between my legs and get you to work!' 'This brings me to the next point of interest. While you will regularly sexually serving myself and any others I desire, as a slave you will not experience orgasm or sexual stimulation of any kind without my express permission. And what better way to enforce this than by fitting you with a well made chastity belt! No access to your hungry little perverted parts, just a nice smooth panel of stainless steel. Your pleasure only comes what I allow, and I allow only for the most dedicated and obedient slaves.' 'The rear panel of the belt has an opening for... well whatever I like really. While your clit is locked away, your anal hole will be getting quite the work out.' 'Is this turning you on? Don't try to shake you head with that neck corset, slave. You may deny it, but I know that you are currently aching with desire. My tablet here indicates the slave's arousal level and blood flow. It appears your locked up sex is getting very, very excited! I suspected you'd be a slutty little slave and I can tell exactly how much at any given moment.' 'Perhaps as you come to terms with your new role and restraints, I should point out some of the more permanent modifications the slave has undergone.' 'As part of your transformation into my property, I have branded you with my mark. Your left breast and buttock indicate you are my slave, with the right side banded with the number 319 and your barcode. This is your identification number slave, as you no longer have any name. Only people are allowed names, and you are mere property. If you are ungagged, you will refer to yourself as 'the slave' or '319' and only speak of yourself in the third person. Under no circumstances will you ever use the word 'I', understood?' 'And now, the your masterpiece. I have spent no small amount on your custom breasts. Not only are they a luscious DD but they have a number of extra functions. Your tits can be filled up with any liquid, via a small valve on the underside. Not only does this give you big balloon tits, but your nipples have been upgraded to nice, large teats, which allow for the liquid to be dispensed.' 'I see this shocks you, slave. Well that's unfortunate, because I quite like you with, what did the clinic call them..? Party Tits! You've already been filled up and I can't wait to show you. You see, all I do is place the glass over the teat and squeeze you new areolas to dispense. Such a useful slave to fill up my glass with champagne! Plus I can always drink it directly from you too!' 'as for your other breast, that has been filled with lubricant. As a slave whore, you'll find this very helpful, whetehr you are to be used or simply to lubricate another slave. That reminds me, time to fill up that anal pussy of yours. Just squeeze the lube from your teat onto the plug and it's ready to fill up it's new home' 'Now don't resist slut. See, the shock system is more than capable of bringing you to heel. Now, relax and push into the plug. Yes, that's it, let it stretch you open... and slide into place, locking into your chastity belt' 'No doubt you have been fatigued by all of this. Transformation into a slave is something of a shock to the system. I will unchain you and allow you to rest. However, I have guests coming over this evening and I wish to show off my latest toy. I have selected a pink latez maid uniform that you will wear, with appropriate stockings and heels. Don't worry, the dress is quite low cut and you'll be more than able to show off your nice new tits, my guests are very excited to see how they work' 'Won't that be fun?'

4/15/2017 5:13:26 AM: Just posted a few old drawings. Hopefully that made a girl or two excited!