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Icy water poured over her.  Despite the difficulty she had sleeping the previous night, the flood of cold water served to bring her fully back into the waking world.  Master had practically needed to drag her by the leash to get her into the bathroom, but now that she found herself shivering in the tub, she was at least alert once more.  Granted, she hadn?t chosen this particular method of waking up, and, cuffed as she was to the wall, she wasn?t really in a position to stop it, but at least it got the blood flowing again.

All things considered, she probably shouldn?t have been nearly as tired as she was.  Even with the discomfort of last night?s bondage, she had managed to get at least a little rest.  Once Master and Mistress had gotten up, they?d even undone the worst of it.  She was still leashed to the wall, but at least she was able to spread out and get some real sleep.  That had been four hours ago.

Behind her, the girl could hear Master putting down the bucket he?d just emptied over her head.  She tried to look over her shoulder at him, but her neck was painfully stiff.

Master chuckled softly at her wince.  ?I appreciate how eager you are to hurt yourself for me, but keep your head straight.  This isn?t about your suffering right now.?  The girl obeyed silently, focusing her eyes on a few of the stray ice cubes that were sliding around by her feet. Master retrieved a bottle of shampoo and began to lather it into her hair.

Unfortunately the captive?s prediction had come true last night.  Her bladder had given out long before the alarm clock, and her sleeping mat looked more like a kiddy pool by the time her bondage had been released.  What?s worse was that she was so tired at the time she hadn?t even cared.  She had happily collapsed back into the puddle at the prospect of sleep.

She realized now, as her new owner tended to her scalp, that she was literally soaked in her own urine.  The thought of what she must have looked like when Master came to retrieve her for her cleaning was mortifying.  She could remember now, how he?d had to towel her off so she didn?t track her piss through the house.  The girl flushed at the memory.

?Your hair is a mess,? Master said.  The comment brought fragments of memory from the previous night back to the girl.  Master and Mistress had discussed taking her hair before they?d gone to sleep.  Now that it had spent a few hours soaking up piss, would Mistress have changed her mind about keeping it?

 Once more the captive found herself under the bucket.  This one was merely cool rather than arctic.  Master took a coarse, steaming brush out and began to scrub the girl?s back vigorously.  The roughness of the bristles and the near scalding heat of the water were strangely therapeutic.  She felt as though she wouldn?t be clean again even if he scoured her skin completely off.  The scrubbing continued from her wrists all the way to her ankles, leaving her skin a bubbly but brightly glowing pink in its wake.

     Blissfully, Master chose a soapy cloth rather than the scrub brush to handle her more delicate areas.  Eventually her captor was satisfied with his work.  The rag joined the brush in one of the empty buckets in the corner of the tub.

     The girl braced herself for another drenching, but it didn?t come.  Instead she felt Master?s hands firmly begin the task of unknotting the muscles in her neck and back.  The massage was one of the most welcomed agonies the young captive had ever experienced.  Her Master had her pressed up against the shower wall hissing and whimpering and nearly in tears, and she desperately hoped he wouldn?t stop.

     Unfortunately the tempo of her Master?s touch didn?t last.  After working his way diligently from the base of her skull to the bottom of her ass, his hand slid across the soapy skin of her hips and found their way into the short curls at the juncture of her legs.

     The hot water from her scrubbing had relaxed her immensely.  The massage had only done more so.  Last night the man touching her had ravaged her nearly to the point of sickness, and now she was bound helpless under his touch again.  Would he torture her this time?  Would he use her?  Would he leave her empty and longing? 

He easily found the sensitive nub of flesh hidden in the folds of her sex.  As he let it slide between his fingers she shuddered and moaned into the wall.  Whatever else this day might bring, at least it seemed to start well.

 Her arms were bound again.  That had happened just after the last clothespin had come off.  Master had decided to use her mouth, and she just couldn?t keep up with the animalistic pillaging.  She had resisted the assault; tried to push him away.  It wasn?t that she didn?t appreciate rough use.  She did.  It was just that she was gagging pretty hard and she was afraid that if he didn?t stop for a second she would have puked all over his cock.

He did stop long enough to force her arms behind her back and slip a padlock through the D-rings of her wrist cuffs.  After that, though, it was back to choking helplessly on the cock that was ramming its way down her throat.  In the end she had managed to keep from emptying her stomach, though it was a near thing with every thrust.

Even after Master was through using her, the lock hadn?t been removed.  He just let go of the fist-full of hair that he had been using to keep her from escaping the ravaging and let her drop into a gasping mass on the floor.  As his spilled seed dried on her face, he and Mistress curled up together to enjoy each other?s nakedness with tenderness completely at odds with what had just transpired.

She was left there on the blanket to recover as her keepers went about the tasks of preparing the house for the evening.  The porno was returned to its case, the cats were fed, and the lights were shut off.  It was a strange sensation, going from being the center of attention to being all but forgotten in such a flash.  In her obscurity she went about the task of identifying all the minor hurts she?d acquired.  Her throat was raw, her knees ached, her scalp burned, and she could feel an unpleasant stinging between her legs that hadn?t abated with the rest of the misery that went with the clamps.

Eventually Master had returned for her.  She had to roll onto her back and spread her legs for him, but it hadn?t been for any sexual reason.  He traced his fingers around the marks left from her torment, probing the extent of the damage.  Apparently she?d drawn blood when she?d dragged one of the clothespins from the delicate folds of skin between her legs.  It wasn?t bad, no worse than a paper cut really, but Master had applied some peroxide to it, which only made the stinging worse.

Somewhere along the way his clinical ministrations had become soothing caresses.  He had told her she?d done very well for a first lesson and that he was pleased with her. He was gentle as he helped her to stand and walk to the bedroom.  He?d smiled kindly as he secured her to the wall beside the bed.

That?s where she was now; kneeling beside the bed.  She?d tried lying down to get some sleep several times, but the bondage just wouldn?t allow her to stay comfortable for more than a few minutes.  Her arms were still cuffed behind her back, but a short length of chain now ran from the padlock on the cuffs to an O-ring screwed into the wall.  There was enough slack in the chain to let her adjust her shoulders, wrists, and arms, but not nearly enough for her to roll onto her back without the cuffs digging painfully into her skin.

Her legs, too, were bound.  A spreader bar ran between the two leather cuffs around her ankles, and a length of rope ran up from one ankle cuff, through the D-ring of her collar, and back down to the other.  Again, there was enough slack in the line to allow her to move, if she was creative about it, but, like the chain binding her arms, there wasn?t enough leeway to allow for any other position but kneeling on her shins to be comfortable for very long.

She adjusted her position again, trying to ease some of the soreness in her legs.  Beneath her, the bedding crinkled with the movement.  The disk shaped mat was covered in a plastic lined sheet.  The girl had wondered about that at first, but, as the night progressed and her bladder began to fill, realization dawned.  It was a long way until daybreak, and most likely she?d be kneeling in a pool of her own urine when her owners finally decided to let her up.

Stretching her legs quickly became a strain on the young girl?s back, and she returned, awkwardly to kneeling on her shins once more.  She had hoped, when she was originally secured, that the position was only temporary.  After all, she had only been leashed the previous night.

Master and Mistress didn?t immediately go to sleep, and that added fuel to her hopes.  They had talked and flirted for quite a while, discussing everything from LoL-cat macros to their plans for their new girl.  Said prisoner became particularly attentive when Master suggested that he?d like to shave her head.  Mistress had disagreed, saying that it would look to silly.

They debated the topic jokingly before Master relented on the grounds that Mistress would take care of their new captive?s fitness training.  Much to the relief of said captive, Mistress agreed to the terms.  That relief didn?t survive Master?s declaration that he would probably be seeing to the exercise of a pretty but very bald young girl in a few weeks time.

Their conversation continued onto stranger and sillier topics as they became more tired.  In many ways the girl bound in the corner felt embarrassingly voyeuristic listening in on the unguarded dialog.  Eventually, however, the words stopped, leaving the captive little to do but stare at the plastic lined sheet beneath her and hope that her bladder would out-last her owners? alarm clock.

It was the first time since her arrival that she was truly unbound.  The leather collar she had been adorned with at the airport still held snugly around her neck, of course, but since being claimed by Master and Mistress she hadn?t once been at least leashed.  Still, the ropes that had held her firm as her Mistress had brought her to orgasm only moments ago lay coiled on the blanket that she shared with her new Master.

Master was sitting just behind her with his back resting against the sofa.  If she focused, she could feel the rhythm of his heart playing against her back.  His breath tickled against her ear.  His fingertips caressed the insides of her spread thighs, coming agonizingly close to the bundle of nerves that had so recently been set off, but not quite indulging her returning desire to be touched.

Mistress swaggered back into the room and dropped a black bag next to her husband before curling up at the far end of the blanket with a lecherous grin.

Master pulled a wooden clothespin from the bag and held it up in front of the newly acquired slave.  ?It?s time for your first lesson,? he whispered.

?There are three things that you must always do.  You must always accept what is offered, you must always savor what is given, and you must always enhance our desires.  Do you understand??

The girl hesitated.  Her owners had indicated upon her arrival that she should be silent and this was the first time since then that she had been invited to speak.  ?I think so, Sir.?

?Let?s see if you do.  Take this and put it somewhere on your body.?  Timidly, the girl took the clothespin and placed it on her left nipple, which began to ache slightly under the pressure.  Across the blanket Mistress began to snicker.  Master joined in, his laugh causing his chest to rumble against her back.  ?Why did I have you put that on??

?I don?t know, Sir.?

?Guess.?

?To be mean, maybe, sir??

He laughed again, and his arms snaked around her body to draw her closer.  ?Yes, I suppose in a way that?s right.  I did it to give you pain.  Does it hurt??

?A little bit, Sir.?

?Good.  I like making pretty girls suffer.  Until I tell you otherwise, this exercise is about giving you pain.  Now, why did you choose your nipple??

?I?m not sure, Sir.  It?s just the first place I thought of, I guess.?

Master squeezed her gently and then reached into the bag to pull out a second clothespin.  ?That answer isn?t good enough.  Put this one on as well, but this time I want you to think about why you put it where you put it.?

She held the pin for a few seconds, considering it.  The ache in her left nipple was starting to grow, but it was still only a minor annoyance.  Finally she placed the pin to mirror the first.

?Did you think about where you put the pin this time??

?Yes Sir.?

?Why your right nipple??

?I thought it would look better if they matched, sir.?

He snickered at her answer.  For a long moment he said nothing.  His hands began to trace the insides of her thighs again.  ?Am I giving you clothes pins as a fashion statement, then??

?No, Sir.?

?Why did I say I was giving them to you?  Remind me.?

?You wanted me to feel pain, sir.?

?Then you should have placed those pins to provide the most pain.  You didn?t enhance my desires.?  His hands stopped.  ?You?ve made a mistake.? His voice had become colder.  ?Actually, you?ve made two now.?

?I?m sorry Sir,? she answered shyly.

Master smiled.  ?Don?t worry.  I?m going to let you try again.?  He retrieved two more clothespins from the bag.  ?Put them someplace on your body.?

Hesitantly she took the two pins.  For several seconds she sat unmoving, contemplating this test.  The ache in her nipples was slowly turning to a dull throbbing.  Finally she took the first pin and lowered it between her legs.

The folds of skin nestled between her legs were soaked from the night?s activities, and it took several attempts to coax the tiny bud at their apex between the arms of the clothespin, but when it finally slid into place she let out a choked off gasp.  The crushing pain shooting through her sex made her pant for breath.

It took several seconds for the shock of new pain to wear off, but she still had to bite her lip as she fumbled with her cunt to slip the second clothes pin high on one of her inner labia.  Each time her hand bumped the clamp biting into her clit she had to suppress another squeal.

The second pin to assault her sex added its own sting to the wash of pain she was now receiving, causing the slave to draw shallow, hissing breaths as she clutched at the blanket on either side of her.

?Is that the most painful place you could think of?? Master asked.

She jerked her head in a vaguely affirmative gesture, barely managing to squeak out a ?yes?.

Master held up another pin.  ?You forgot the sir.?

The girl whimpered as she reached for the next pin.  It took several seconds for the newest clamp to find its place on the delicate fold of skin opposite the one the last pin was tearing into.  Hiccupping gasps were all the poor girl could manage for several moments afterwards.

Master?s hands returned to the girl?s thighs, grazing back and fourth along the soft flesh.  Each time his hands neared the juncture of her legs, they would bump against one of the pins, wrenching a pitiful mewling noise from the captive.  ?Does it hurt?? he asked with feigned concern.

?Yes sir,? she shuddered between gasps.

?Do you want to take one off??

?Please sir.?

Another pin materialized from the bag.  ?It seems you?ve forgotten why we?re doing this again.  I?m trying to give you pain.  How would taking one of these off enhance that??

Looking at the waiting pin in her Master?s hand, the girl began to sob softly.  ?Please?  I?m so sorry.?

Master?s hand dipped back into the bag only to return again with a second pin next to the first.  ?You forgot the ?sir? again.?

For a few heartbeats the girl?s eyes darted around the room, looking for some form of rescue.  Her Mistress was lying nearby, masturbating furiously with a sadistic grin on her face.  No help would come from her.

A quick thought of running flashed through the slave?s mind, but even unbound there was no way to escape right now.  Her Master would have her pinned before she even got up, and even if she did manage to get up, she couldn?t just run out into the streets naked.  Sobbing, she took the two pins and, with great agony, lined them up along the inner folds of her cunt.

Master resumed his slow caresses, uttering soothing sounds to his captive as she writhed pathetically under his touch.  ?Do you want this to stop??

?No sir.?  It was a lie.  She wanted it to stop more than anything.  It wasn?t worth risking another one of those damn wooden pins to risk seeing if the question was asked in earnest though.

?That?s a good girl.  You can take one of the pins off now.?

With relief, the girl?s hand shot between her legs to end the worst of her miseries.  As the arms of the pin released, blood rushed to the abused nerves and let off one final burst of blinding agony before slowly subsiding into a dull ache.

?Interesting,? Master smiled.  ?Why did you pick that one??

With dread, the girl turned to look at her new owner.  ?I?m sorry sir.  It hurt so much.?

?That?s what it?s supposed to do, remember??

?Yes sir.?

?Did you remove the right pin??

The girl turned her head so she could see her Master?s face out of the corner of her eye.  ?Please,? she begged.  ?It hurts so much.?

Master laughed.  ?No it doesn?t.  I suppose you don?t have the proper frame of reference to realize that yet.  Don?t worry though; we?ll fix that later.?  Master?s hand dipped down to the recently released bud and began to trace circles around it.  Even his light touch felt brutal to the tormented flesh.  His captive began to shiver slightly in response to the new contact and to the thoughts of what torments lay in her future.  ?You forgot the ?sir? again,? he continued, holding up the clothespin once more.

The girl let out a petulant whimper as she took the instrument of her torment and worked to return it to her sore clit.  She quickly discovered that the second application was far, far worse than the first.  Immediately after releasing the arms of the pin her body began to thrash violently, sliding further into the prone position.  She would have yanked the pin off herself if her Master hadn?t seized her wrists and pulled her hands away.  It took nearly a full minute for the girl to re-establish her self control, and even then her grasp on awareness was weak at best.

?Why am I doing this to you?? Master asked firmly.

??pain, Sir.?

?I?m enjoying this.  Can you feel it??

It took several seconds for her to comprehend what her Master was talking about, but soon she realized that his shaft was digging into her back just below her shoulder blades.  It was as hard as steel and even through his pants she could feel it burning against her skin. ?Yes sir.?

?This won?t stop until I?m ready for it to be over.  You?re only choice is to accept what?s offered.  You have to savor it though.  You have to relish in it.  If you run from it, it will only be worse.  Do you understand yet??

?Yes sir.?

?Do you want this to be over??

Of course she did.  She wanted the pain to fade into a dull ache.  She wanted that burning shaft to fill her.  She wanted to explode again. It didn?t matter though.  He would torment her until he was satisfied.  ??no sir.?

?Good girl.?  Master released her wrists.  ?Take one of the pins off.?

Slowly, she reached up to her right breast, to the second pin she?d put on.  The ache had faded to a dull tingling.  Her Master?s hand covered hers.  ?Remember, this is about your pain.?

The girl looked up into her captor?s eyes.  Without squeezing the arms she slowly pulled the pin away from her body, lifting her breast.  Millimeter by millimeter, the clamp slipped down her nipple, crushing as it went.  Hot tears streaked down her face.  Her mouth parted in a wordless cry as her breath caught in her throat.  For one horrible instant a mere sliver of sensitive skin was all that held the clamp to her body.  In her Master?s eyes, she could almost see her own horrific expression burning in a well of sinister desire.  The clamp slipped free.

Her scream was cut short, muffled by her Master?s hungry mouth.  She wept into his kiss, moaning in agony and reveling in his passion.  By the time the kiss broke, she found herself under him, staring up into deep pools of wicked hunger.

?Good girl,? He said huskily.  ?Now take them all off.?

Had it really only been twenty-four hours, she thought as she wriggled under the playful assault of another hand.  She had gotten off the plane yesterday at about this time and now she was helplessly bound between the two sweet tormentors who had picked her up.

They were in the living room, lying on a large, pillow-strewn comforter that had been spread out on the floor.  Her new Master was lying to the right; her Mistress to the left.  Both had been relentlessly teasing, caressing, tickling, and pinching her for more than an hour, and with her arms tied securely behind her back there was little she could do besides pant, writhe, and beg.

A porno was playing in the background.  It wasn?t the first of the night.  The grunts and cries of passion had mixed with her own pleading as the probing fingers of her two keepers brought her to the very edge of release and then backed away from it time and time again.

Master was in no hurry to make any particular use of her.  He seemed content to tease and fondle absently as he took in the carnal ambiance.  His wife was another matter entirely.  She had become more and more aggressive as time went on, and Master had needed to stop her from outright ravishing the new pet twice now.  For a third time, Mistress had begun to explore her new toy in earnest, and this time she had a mind to use lips and tongue as well as fingers.

A series of playful nips traced their way from the new slave?s left ear downward across her breast, and had become a pattern of lingering kisses once the path met the sensitive skin of her belly.  The girl turned her head into the crook of her Master?s shoulder and began a muffled but earnest whimper as her Mistress?s tongue worked to part the damp folds of her now overly sensitive cunt.

As the new assault continued, Master?s hand wound its way slowly downward to rest on the captive?s stomach.  The young slave began her climb once more to the peak of desire, the muscles under her Master?s hand tightening as she neared orgasm.  She was close, oh so very close.  Her Mistress licked and sucked with unbridled enthusiasm and the sweet torment it produced was maddening.

?Not yet,? Master?s voice whispered in her ear.  ?Not until you?re told to.  Take only what?s given.?  The young slave directed her will towards doing as her Master instructed, her body tightening like a wound spring in an effort to restrain the orgasm long denied.  The girl looked up at her Master to see him smiling at her plight.  She coughed out pleading moans, a wordless form of begging.

Thundering heartbeats passed and her Mistress had only intensified the ministrations she was giving.  In seconds the poor slave would fail her Master?s command spectacularly in an eruption that would surely rip her body to pieces.  The last of her will was finally beginning to slip away?

?Cum for us.?

The command sent a wave of relief through her body which burst open the floodgates of her self control.  Massive tsunamis of pent-up desire crashed into every nerve of her body again and again, robbing her of conscious thought.

As awareness returned she could feel tiny shudders still rippling across her body, like aftershocks of a great quake.  Her muscles, once tense and straining, were now diffuse with liquid warmth.  Her Mistress crawled over her, the tormentor?s madly grinning face now glistening in the lamplight, and kissed her hungrily.  There was still a fire in Mistress?s eyes when the kiss broke.  She turned to her husband and grinned.  ?Teach her a lesson.?