sexximandi

Male Submissive, 42, Decatur, Georgia

Dominant Couple, 23, ashland, Ohio

Female Submissive, 20, glendale, California

Ellen is here, but she really has no idea where "here" is. She is in some sort of building and is bound, hooded, and gagged. She is nearly naked under a very short cape that barely covers her ass. It is buttoned only at the neck in front, and she can feel it open slightly when she walks, exposing her bare cunt! Her Master likes her to keep her pussy completely shaved. She is wearing only black heels, the cape, hood, handcuffs, and a collar. Her Master/Husband is leading her by a leash through the building. She has no idea whether she is being watched as her cunt flashes from beneath the fluttering cape. She is no stranger to bondage, but she and her Master had never tried it with other people or out of the confines of their home. They had discussed both possibilities, but Ellen knew her Master would do as He wished. She has entrusted herself in bondage totally to Him since early in their marriage. She trusts Him to not do anything which would actually cause her harm, or endanger their careers. She sensed, somehow, that today was not to be their usual bondage scene. Her Master came home and ordered her to strip to her black heels! Ellen was soon naked except for the heels. Her hands were handcuffed behind her and a collar was applied with the leash attached. Her pussy tingled!! However, it was the short, revealing cape that took her by surprise. He had never even partially covered her before during their bondage sessions. she knew something was different! Master covered her head with a hood and penis gag! Ellen could not hear, see, or speak. She could only feel the cool air against her bald, excitedly swollen clit as she walked. Then, without warning, He led her out to the garage and into the van. This was to be a first!! Now, after about an hour's drive, Master was leading her through a building. He took her into a room and closed the door. She sensed that they were alone. "Ellen, tonight is very special. You are to be the model for a line of bondage clothes and special equipment. The room is full of out-of-town buyers, and the sponsors are the local bondage club which we have discussed joining. If you do well tonight, we will be admitted as members. If you are difficult, I will deal with you in My own special way during the show. If we fail to gain admittance, I will deal with you in a very unpleasant fashion when we get home. The room has a runway, just like a fashion show. At the end of the runway is a sort of "cul-de-sac" on which you may be turned for full display. I will dress you and arrange the equipment. I will lead you if you can't see. If you can't walk, the equipment will be moveable. I will always be there. When you are not gagged, you will not speak or ask any questions. You may scream if you need to when the time comes. It is now time for your first outfit." Ellen felt the cape come off, and was starkly aware of her nakedness and vulnerability. Although she felt sure they were alone, she had no way of knowing when someone would enter the room, or who it would be. The tingle in her pussy increased! Her Master began to dress her. The room lights dimmed and the audience awaited Ellen's emergence. As Ellen was led out of the dressing room, she could hear the muffled applause get louder as they approached the entrance to the runway. The curtains parted slightly, and the audience was presented with a well-tanned slave with long blonde hair dressed totally in white leather hood, single arm sleeve behind, bra, garter, thong panty, collar, and high-heeled thigh boots. Ellen felt embarrassed. Although all her private parts were covered, she was aware of the stunning picture she presented. He had to remove her original hood during the dressing session, and she had seen the outfit before He had covered her head again with the new white hood and gag. She was covered, but just barely! Ellen knew how dazzling she looked! Ellen followed her Master onto the runway to the applause of the onlookers. Because she was blindfolded, Ellen walked slowly and deliberately as she was led, being careful not to veer to the right or left. Her Master had instructed her to struggle a little, just to demonstrate the security of her bindings. Her feeble attempts to escape her bonds drew a fever-pitched approval from her audience. Ellen began to like the runway and the approval her new role was bringing. All too soon it was over. Time for her next outfit. The members of the audience applauded their approval as Ellen again emerged into the spotlight. Ellen wore her original black hood, and her outfit was matching black. The top was a stretch short black halter top. The skirt came down to about half way to her knees in front, and was comprised of a mere three horizontal straps in back, leaving her ass and the backs of her legs totally bare! Her hands were handcuffed behind, and were drawn up and attached to the back of her collar. She wore her black heels. This time, her Master had changed the hood before dressing her so she could not see the outfit. Ellen was totally humiliated by the presentation of her bare ass to anyone but Master, certainly to an unseen audience of stranger! As they reached the end of the runway, she heard her Master say, "You will notice the special provisions of this garment. The skirt covers the front nicely, but leaves the ass totally exposed for fondling or for punishment." As He spoke, He slowly turned her around to exhibit the features of the skirt to the audience, running His hands over the smooth, tight twin globes of her ass. Suddenly, she felt a harsh slap on each ass cheek. She let go a muffled yelp into her gag, and struggled in her bonds. She felt His finger probe between her ass cheeks and slide over her protruding pussy which she realized was peeking out behind from between her ass cheeks. Knowing the strangers could get a glimpse of her bald pussy from behind both renewed her embarrassment, and made her pussy moist with excitement! "But now, ladies and gentlemen, the special feature!" Ellen felt His fingers at her breasts. What Ellen didn't know was that the halter top had a special fitting. The cones covering her breasts were snapped on! Suddenly, with one deft motion, the cones covering her tits were ripped off, and her magnificent breasts were on full display as an accompaniment to her bare ass and peering pussy! The audience noted immediately that Ellen had no tan lines. Master tormented Ellen's tits with his fingertips, slowly circling and grazing across the dollar-sized, pale pink nipples. Her breathing quickened as she felt Him sucking on her tits, and her aroused state was not lost on her audience. She could only "mew" into the gag and squirm uselessly. Ellen tried to double over to cover her tits, but realized that her pussy was only more prominent in that position. She finally resigned herself to standing proud and tall, and allowed her Master to make her respond as He wished. Her pussy was throbbing with excitement! Her Master led her SLOWLY back down the runway to the approving applause of the buyers. It was time for Ellen's next outfit. On the way back to the dressing room, Master told Ellen, "Trying to cover your exposed tits has earned you a punishment. It will be given during the show. Any other punishments you earn will also be given during the show. Be careful, sweet slave!" Ellen really didn't want to go on stage this time. She wore the same collar, heels, black hood, and handcuffs drawn up behind. She never saw the outfit, but Ellen could feel the cold steel of the chains. Interestingly enough, the audience loved the outfit. This time, Ellen was presented dressed in a black leather- and-chain halter and panty thong. Her breasts were basically bare, covered only by five strips of chain hung between the leather strips. The leather panty covered her pussy, but five strips of chain covered the sides of her thighs and her ass in back. The leather panty thong consisted of a leather belt, side and rear chains, and the panty thong. Again, it was what she couldn't know about the outfit that counted most. The leather panty was snapped on with three snaps--one at each upper corner of the panty in front, and one at the top of the thong in back. She was aware of how her tits bounced as she walked. They were large, but not pendulous, and her large, pink, dollar-sized aureola added the touch of magnificence which caused most men to drool. The cold strands of chain caused ellen's nipples to stand at attention and protrude between the chain strips as if they consciously wanted to intensify the seductive picture she presented. When they reached the end of the runway, she heard her Master explain to the audience, "This outfit also has its advantages. You will notice that the panty thong has snaps much like the bra part of the halter top of the previous outfit. This is for obvious reasons!" Ellen realized at once what her Master intended to do! Without thinking, she attempted to turn away, but her Master grabbed her arms and held her fast. He whispered in her ear, "That is a second punishment. I will display you any way I see fit!" With that, He unceremoniously grasped the top of the thong in back and unsnapped it, rapidly whisked the thong through her legs, and yanked the snaps loose in front. The panty was gone in a flash, and Ellen felt the cool air of the open room rush around her bald pussy. The room became hushed, and then broke out in a loud applause and cheers as the entire audience had a clear, unobstructed frontal view of her shaved-bare cunt. She tried vainly to close her legs, but was forced to separate them slightly to keep her balance as she was led back down the runway. The indignity she felt was crushing! "The next section of the program will be equipment demonstration time!" Ellen heard her Master announce. She shuddered as she tried to imagine what might be next after this display! When Ellen again appeared, she was stark naked! The hood was removed so her ability to see the myriad of gazing faces and eyes would add to her indignity. She noticed her Master was dressed only in a leather thong and sandals, and looked magnificent. "He does have a good body!" Ellen thought, as she momentarily fixed on his butt as he walked ahead of her leading her down the runway. Her thoughts quickly returned to her own predicament. In addition to her total nudity, Ellen was gagged, and her hands were held wide apart by a steel bar which was attached to her collar. Cuffs at each end held her arms fast. She was wheeled out because she could not walk. Her feet were immobilized by a simple platform of wood with another platform about six inches higher with ankle holes cut out. This higher platform was split with the back section hinged on one side allowing it to swing back and forth. It was locked in place around Ellen's ankles. The device was very simple, but very effective. Ellen could not move effectively to cover her tits or her bald pussy. The assembled spectators had a clear and unobstructed view right up her wet, gaping cunt. The stock had wheels, and the Master pulled it down the runway by an attached chain and stopped at the end. He was carrying an ominous looking canvas bag. Master began, "You will notice the position is ample for complete access for torment. I will demonstrate some rather uncomfortable devices for effect to show the inability of the slave to prevent implementation of your every whim." Ellen's eyes widened with horror as her Master reached into the bag and pulled out a set of shiny nipple clamps. She twisted and squirmed in vain as He sucked each nipple and applied the clamps in turn. The clamps were adjustable, and He had adjusted them TIGHT. Ellen muffled a scream into her gag with each application. The clamps were attached with a small chain to which Master began to attach small lead weights. Ellen mewed more or less constantly into her gag with each added weight, and began to bend over slightly as the weights mounted. After the addition of ten or twelve weights, Ellen's breasts were pointing straight downward, and had taken the shape more of twin cones stretched to the limits. Ellen was panting with pain. She was thankful for small relief as Master palmed the weights in his hand, temporarily relieving the strain on her tormented tits. He lifted the weights up about two inches, and then dropped them! The clamps held! Ellen screamed silently into the gag and quickly bent over as the full force of the falling weights hit her nipples! her eyes widened anew, and she shook her head violently, pleadingly, as He slowly lifted the weights again--to an even higher height! This time the weights fell about six inches! Again the clamps held! Again Ellen bent quickly in an effort to prevent the sharp pain in her nipples as they felt the full force of the falling weights! Again she struggled violently against her bonds--uselessly! The audience applauded and cheered. "Now, we have some added torment," Master continued. "I don't think breast torture alone will entice our slave to test the bonds to the limit." Bent over as she was due to the weights on her tits, Ellen watched with renewed panic as Master again reached into the bag. He pulled out a rather weird device, but Ellen quickly noticed the two large clamps and the attached steel "T"-shaped attachment. Master lubricated the "T" and began to insert the shaft up ellen's wet cunt. The cross piece rested clit to asshole down her slit as the dildo penetrated her to the maximum. There was a screw device attached to the now-inverted "T" which went into the base of the dildo and up inside it. A fixed ring was near the wooden handle of the screw. Master then attached the large clips to each of Ellen's labia, bringing new protests, pleadings, and struggles from the slave. The chains attached to the labia clamps were attached to the fixed ring. As Master began to slowly turn the screw handle, the chains attached to the clamps began to pull down, as the dildo was pushed further inside Ellen, and the cross bar was forced further into her wet slit! Ellen watched with terror as Master continued to slowly turn the screw, increasing the pain and pressure in her labia, cunt, and slit. Then He stopped. "I'm going to give you a choice. Do you want me to stop turning the screw?" Ellen nodded vigorously. "Then we have to replace it with another torment. Should I lift and drop the weights?" Ellen shook her head equally energetically. "Should I swing the weights?" Ellen again shook her head. "I have to do something to convince the buyers that you can't escape these bonds. I guess I'm just going to have to switch off and do all three." Ellen shook her head violently and struggled fiercely, but to no avail. Master lifted the weights a full foot, and dropped them. The pain was unbearable! But Ellen had no choice to bear it. Just as the pain was subsiding, Master twisted the screw another two turns and reached up and swatted the weights. Twin peaks of pain!! Then He was gone! Ellen heard something behind her and then it hit! Master swatted her bent ass with a paddle! First one side and then the other in swift succession. The spanking caused her ass to blaze, but the motion it created heightened the pain in her cunt, and the swinging motion of the weights on her tit clamps elevated the pain in her nipples beyond tolerance. The ferocity of her struggles were indeed convincing that the bonds could not be broken. The spankings continued for what seemed an eternity, but was really only a few minutes. Ellen was held fast, and had no choice but to endure her Master's torment. Then it ceased, and the stock and its captive were slowly wheeled back down the runway and behind the entrance. The audience applauded and cheered wildly as Ellen slowly disappeared into the alcove. Ellen emerged into the spotlight bound standing in a metal frame. The frame was wheeled down the runway to the end. She was still stark naked. Her gag was removed, and she could hear, see, and speak. However, she had been sternly commanded not to speak. She could scream. Her arms were bound widely separated overhead to the frame, and her right foot was bound to the platform on which the frame was attached. Her left foot had an ankle cuff and chain attached, but the other end of the chain, and her ankle, were free. "You will note the simplicity of this frame, ladies and gentlemen. It is useful for complete exposure of your slave for punishment or humiliation. Allow me to demonstrate. Suddenly, Ellen knew why only one foot was chained to the platform! Master raised the left foot up and attached it by its short chain next to her bound left wrist over her head!! Her bald pussy was gaping right out to the audience!! Because she was a dancer, she was very limber, and Master knew it was not difficult for her to assume some very stressed positions for long periods. "See what I mean by complete exposure? You can also bind your slave upside-down to this frame in much the same manner. Her tits are completely available for torment, and her pussy is totally exposed to whomever or whatever you may desire. Allow me to demonstrate. We saw our slave react to clamps and whipping. she is also very ticklish." Ellen's eyes widened! "NNNNNOOOOOOOOO!! PLLLEEAAASSSEEEE, NOT THAT!! DON'T TICKLE ME! NOT HERE! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO ME!!!" "Ladies and gentlemen, I must apologize for the impertinence of our slave. She has now earned a third punishment for transgressions tonight. The previous session with the clamps and spanking was number one. This tickling session, and what will accompany it, will be punishment number two. It would have been the last punishment, but now there will be at least a third, depending on whether or not our slave has learned respect for her Master's desires. Now, for tickling, I always use only my fingertips. It seems to be much more effective than feathers, and I can judge the pressure better." Ellen could only tremble at what was about to happen. Tickling was bad enough, but what did Master mean about 'what was to accompany it?' her eyes widened and her breathing quickened as Master started at her elbows, slowly working His way toward each armpit, making quick small circles with His fingertips. Ellen began to giggle and struggle as His fingers approached her armpits. Ellen could not contain herself any longer. She began to shriek with uncontrollable laughter! "AAAEEEKEEKKKEEEEEAAAAIIEIEEE!!!" Master lingered at the armpits until He decided she had had enough there, and then proceeded quickly to the sides of the breasts and the ribs. The sensations were totally intolerable! ellen's eyes bugged out. She couldn't breathe at all for several seconds at a time. When she could get her breath, she screamed and laughed continuously. Fingers rapidly glazed across her stomach, in and out of her navel, and down the back of her right leg. Just when she thought she would faint from that, the fingers found her left leg, and began to slowly work their way up toward her exposed left foot. Ellen realized where the tormenting fingers were headed, and began to plead anew. "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! PLLLLEEASSSEEEE, NOT MY FOOT. NOT THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHRRGGGHHHH!!" Master tickled the sole of the captive foot unmercifully. Ellen struggled violently in vain. She was majestic. Her cunt was swollen with excitement, and her struggles caused her tits to jiggle wildly. Ellen thrust her hips in and out toward the audience with wild abandon. She was aware of the show she was presenting, but she was helpless to stop it. The tickling was maddening, and she only wanted it to stop!! The fingers moved away from the foot, and quickly back to the tits and ribs, back to the legs, back to the foot--and so on--first one site and then another. Ellen had no control over where Master would tickle next, not that it mattered much. Her pussy was glistening, and her clit, swollen as it was, was protruding lewdly from beneath its hooded covering. It was the most degrading position Ellen had ever experienced! The tickling stopped. Then Master upped the ante another notch! Ellen stared in disbelief as He invited two males and two female buyers up on stage to convince themselves that Ellen could not escape! They were to torment her sexually in any way they desired, including probing her orifices, but were not allowed to actually fuck her. Ellen was horrified. To be stimulated by two strange men was torment enough, but Ellen had never been with another woman, and did not consider herself to be a lesbian!! But she knew she would have no option but to suffer the torment her Master had decided for her. She was beginning to realize what He had meant by 'what is to accompany it.' To Ellen's dismay, the four tormentors approached. The two women began sucking ellen's tits. One of the men kneeled and began to suck her clit while the other buried two fingers up her cunt. Ellen began to get aroused as she became lost in a multitude of sensations! Both tits being sucked, her swollen, sensitive clit was being sucked and flicked with one man's tongue, while another man was finger-fucking her wildly. Then she felt the finger being withdrawn from her cunt and her juices smeared around her asshole. Suddenly, another finger pressed, and then entered her asshole! her cunt and asshole were alternately being finger- fucked at the same time. Ellen could only moan in ecstasy as the climax began to build. Then the buildup was gone. Like musical chairs, everyone rotated. The men sucked her tits, and the women went to work on her clit, cunt, and asshole. Ellen quickly decided that women were more expert where it counted. The climax quickly built, and the intensity of the strain it caused her to put on her bonds apparently again convinced her tormentors that she would stay put. The sensations stopped as quickly as they had begun, and Ellen was left formerly filled, but still unfulfilled. Master thanked the participants, and they left the stage. Master stepped behind Ellen and spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, one final test of the security of this equipment. You sill notice that, as I said, the slave is in exquisite positioning for pleasure or pain. The final test is one of pain." Before Ellen could think about what He had said, she felt the sting of a thousand bees on her back. And another, and another in quick succession. She struggled violently when She realized she was being WHIPPED!!" Up and down her back, over the twin globes of her tight ass, and across the top of her right leg the blows continued! Ellen screamed and fought her bonds. To her horror, Master stepped in front! Ellen saw that the instrument of her torture was a short, multi-tailed leather crop. "You will notice that the position is ideal for whipping the back OR the FRONT!" Ellen tried to turn away, but could not. The blows continued across her breasts and abdomen and the underside of her elevated left leg. Ellen was lost in pain, screaming and struggling uncontrollably. Finally, Master stopped and watched as Ellen waited. Then, the final five blows landed right up Ellen's bald snatch!! Ellen's screams reached a new level of intensity! Then, suddenly, Master stopped, and led Ellen off the runway and through the entrance. Time for the next piece of equipment. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the last exhibit of the evening, and I believe the 'climax' of the show will be worthy of your attention!" Ellen heard her Master as she waited just beyond the entrance. She was most uncomfortable. As Ellen was pulled onto the runway, the audience gasped. She was bound on her back on a leather-covered platform fixed underneath the same metal frame as before, except a pulley arrangement had been attached to each corner of the top bar of the frame with cables running from each pulley to the corners of the platform above Ellen's head. her arms were outstretched wide apart over her head and bound to eyelets screwed firmly to the platform. her pelvis was strapped down to the platform. her legs were pulled back over her head, and her ankles were strapped to each wrist. She was naked, and her pussy and asshole were widely displayed. She struggled to change her presentation somehow. The viewers could clearly see her asshole and pussy quiver in small spasms as she struggled. her swollen pussy lips were pulled wide apart, and her clit continued to peek out from its hood as if to mock her helplessness by inviting its stimulation. her breasts shifted slightly to each side, and jiggled as the platform with its bound beauty was pulled down the runway to the cheers of the viewing audience. Underneath her shoulders, attached to the platform, was a metal plate, and a matching metal plate was attached to her shoulders. "Ladies and gentlemen, this device is a test of will, strength, and endurance. It is very useful for slave training. I have one additional piece of equipment to install." Master showed the audience what appeared to be a large metal dildo with the customary depressed ring at the base. Attached to the base of the base of the dildo was a rod which split sharply into a "Y" piece at acute angles immediately as it exited the dildo. The bottom part of the "Y" ended in a wide base with a surrounding "female" lock nut. A similar "male" lock nut was attached to the platform just under Ellen's ass. The top part of the "Y" extended about three inches and ended in a metal cup about 1/2 inch in diameter and which was lined with soft rubber. Master greased the dildo and inserted it slowly, among high- pitched short screams from Ellen, into her asshole, stretching it widely. Ellen knew it was secure within her as she felt her anal muscle "snap" around the ringed depression at the base. It would take more effort than mere straining to cause the dildo to come out. He then screwed the bottom "Y" into the base of the platform. When the device was inserted and secured, the top cup fitted tightly against Ellen's clit, leaving her pussy empty, but hungry. Master then attached wide nipple clamps to Ellen's tits. The clamps were attached by small coil wires to a box on the side of the frame which Ellen had not noticed before. The box had an ominous-looking switch. She began to form some idea of what was in store for her! "Now, ladies and gentlemen, the equipment is ready for demonstration. As I mentioned earlier, this slave has earned three punishments. The clamps and paddling were the first. The tickling and whipping session was the second. This will be the third. After I turn on this switch, the slave must keep her shoulders off the platform. If the plates beneath her shoulders touch, the device covering her clit will begin to vibrate rapidly, giving the slave much pleasure. However, after a short but variable time, the vibrating will stop, and a series of five electric shocks will begin with increasing intensity in her asshole and in her tits. The shocks will be random. The slave will have no idea how long the pleasure will last, when the shocks will start, or where each shock will hit next. She will know that each one will be more intense than the previous one. Lifting her shoulders up off the plates will only stop the cycle from beginning again. Once the plates touch, there is nothing the slave can do to prevent at least one cycle of stimulation and shocks. If her shoulders allow the plates to touch for more than ten seconds, another cycle will follow the first. And another for each ten seconds after that. Therefore, it is certainly in the slave's best interest to not allow the plates to touch at all, and certainly for no more time than she can stand. Such a device puts the slave in control of her fate. Of course, given the position of the slave's arms, it will be very difficult for her to keep her shoulders off the platform indefinitely, or for long periods. And, of course, it will be very difficult for the slave to keep her back arched during the cycle of vibration and shocks. We should see a magnificent show! Oh, Ellen, you might want to arch your back now, unless you want the first cycle to start immediately." Ellen strained to arch her back off the platform watched in horror as Master cooly flipped the switch. There was a soft humming as the box came to life. After only a few seconds, Ellen began to tire. her eyes widened as she felt her shoulders began to sag, and then, she felt the metal hit metal. She slumped briefly to await her fate, and then raised her shoulders again. It was only barely perceptible at first, but the vibrator against her clit began to increase its tempo, and its effect on her was not long in coming. As she became lost in ecstasy, her eyes rolled back and she began to make short grunting sounds. Suddenly, just as promised, the vibrations were gone and Ellen felt the first shock on her left tit. It was quickly followed by one a bit stronger on her right tit. The one in her asshole followed, and was strong enough to make her yelp. The both tits, and the final shock in her asshole was a true jolt. Ellen screamed as she tightened every muscle. After the last jolt, Ellen slumped, and felt the metal hit metal again. Again the cycle began--vibration, shock, vibration shock. Ellen seemed to be unable to keep her shoulders off the platform for any significant length of time. The timing of the vibrations was such that she never was allowed relief from her sexual tensions, and the force of the shocks and variable placement kept her in constant pleasurable and painful torment for several minutes. The Master abruptly flipped off the switch. Ellen was sweating and seemed lost in a daze. Master flipped another switch, and the pulleys came to life. They pulled the head of the platform up, rotating it into a standing position. Ellen found herself now hanging from her wrists and ankles eye to eye with Master. That also put her cock to cunt with the Master. Through her daze, Ellen watched Master remove his thong pouch, and saw his enormous cock stand to attention. He removed the top part of the "Y", but left the dildo buried within Ellen's asshole, and attached to the platform. Ellen's pussy was well-lubricated and her clit was super-sensitive from the previous whipping and repeated vibrator activity. She was primed and ready, needing desperately to be relieved. "Ellen. ELLEN! What do you need? What do you want me to do now?" she heard her Master ask. Through the haze, Ellen knew she was about to be fucked right there on the runway. She was in a prime position and totally helpless. She needed relief, and didn't care anymore how she got it. "I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me." "I didn't hear you. THEY DIDN'T HEAR YOU!!" "FUCK MEEEEE!! PLLLEEEAAASSSEE FUCK ME!! NOW!! HERE!!" Master approached Ellen, allowing the tip of His cock to barely touch the gaping wet entrance to her tunnel. He kissed her longingly as she vainly attempted to move her hips to slide up his shaft. As He kissed her, He entered her very slowly, driving her crazy with anticipation. As His full shaft filled her cunt, she could fill the twin cocks in both holes, one real, the other artificial, but the sensations were overwhelming. She breathed panting through her nostrils as Master began His in and out motions more rapidly. His kiss continued uninterrupted, and He continued his rapid pumping action. As Ellen began to climax, Master reached up with both hands and began to tickle Ellen's soles violently, rapidly running his fingers down the backs of her legs, up the ribs, sides of the breasts, and back to the feet again. Round and round. The intense stimulation of twin cocks filling both holes, the pumping action slamming against her super sensitive clit, and the unending tickling was finally more than Ellen could stand. A shuddering climax hit her, quickly followed by another. Master did not stop, but continued His barrage of stimulations. As several more climaxes hit Ellen, she began to scream almost constantly. Pleasure was once again becoming painful. Finally Master came, and Ellen was hit with a final climax as He ground His pelvis against her clit a final time! The audience roared its approval. Ellen was forced to remain in her ignoble position as the club leader came up on the runway to congratulate Master on His performance and staging, and on His ability to train his slave. As Ellen heard the leader proclaim their admittance to the club, she could hardly contain her added excitement as she tried to imagine what they might learn from other members' performances. She also wondered with anticipation and fascination just what her Master could come up with for her next performance.

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