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hello,
I'm a goodlooking, educated , open-minded and dominant guy , a bit cruel, yet caring and passionate.
I like a good laugh, a serious conversation, a sociable night out. I'm still looking in the world of bdsm, but feel like the last direction I took is the way home. Now all I have to do is find it...
I'm not looking for TPE (sometimes confused with 24/7). The feeling controlling every aspect on someone's (social) live simply doesn't appeal to me.
But if 24/7 means subtle imbalance in power, total devotion, and playing beyond a bedroom, then I want to hear more about it. I see myself as fire and ice, a silk scarf and a leather whip, a velour glove turning iron hand.
I am all forbidden things you shouldn't do, waiting to turn you into everything your mother warned you about. I seek submission and masochism as part of a LTR, with love, trust and respect as keywords.
I'm interested in meeting an intelligent, stylish, submissive woman (experience is no must, motivation and commitment is), with a kinky mind and a craving for lust and pain.
A high sex drive is a plus, for I have a higher than normal drive for it myself.
I expect a girl who may hesitate at first, but gives herself completely as her feelings of trust , security and protection grow.
My girl is my angel, my mirror , my slut and my slave. And I treat her as all of them, depending my mood and the circumstances.
Offcourse, some physical 'click' is necessary. likes:
- painplay, enduranceplay, torture, getting a slave into subspace
- assplay, breastplay, spanking, wax play, strange object insertion, fisting
- orgasm control, enforced chastity, teasing, blindfolds
- bondage, restraints
- obedience, sexual submission
- humiliation, begging
- ... looking for:
- subs, as opposed to slaves
- age range 23-37yr
- someone sensitive, honest and committed
- people who know what they need and are motivated to find it
- regular meets, with possibility to evolve into LTR Please no :
- males,TV ,TG (100% straight)
- urgent need to relocate (plain common sense - it is possible, but only within a trusting relation)
- scamming (don't waste your time ànd mine)
- people unwilling to prove their ID when the time is right. Finally: If you choose to react to my profile, do it properly.
Introduce yourself, explain what you look for and why you think we match. En ja, je mag gewoon in het nederlands schrijven. Ou , les francophones, en français. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The room is pitch black and you've lost track of time. You're lying on the cold floor, gagged & bound, face down and ass raised.
Your knees and chest feel the pressure of your own weight. Your tits are bound, and you're almost getting used to the nipple clamps.
Your ass and cunt are still red from the wax and spanking. The long buttplug feels a bit uncomfortable, while a vibrator sends yet
another intens orgasm through your clit. While you fight to control it, you hope he will not leave you there much longer...

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9/3/2011 4:28:04 PM

My last story on ALT:

 

unexpected  (pt01)
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by try_out

 

My head feels dizzy as I'm trying to gain my senses. I feel my head and shoulders press against a mattress, but when I try to lift up, my arms are not responding.
Everything is pitchblack and my back and jaws are hurting. I'm feely cold, and there's a breeze on my ass. Then it slowly dawns upon me: I'm tied up butt naked, ass in the air, with my forearms tied to my lower legs.
I try to close my legs to roll on one side, but something is keeping my legs apart. I try to look around, only to realise that the darkness and aching jaws are the result of a blindfold and ball gag.
Fear sneaks in, as I try to remember what happened...

There was that party I went to with a friend... she hooked up, leaving me at the most boring party I could remember.
So I went to that bar down the street, the one I'd been to before, hoping to see that cute guy from last time... and maybe have a good evening as well.
Cutie was there, sitting alone at the bar, and I got his attention. I remember him coming on to me, strong and confident, a bit bold with attitude.
He got me so turned on, I went home with him, we had some more drinks and then he took me, over and over, like some mad animal. God, I loved every second of it!
Then how did I end up here ?

"Ahh, finally awake", says a voice a few meters away."then it's time for some more fun". 'Some more fun? OMG, I'm been held by Cutie'. Hell, I didn't even ask his first name.
'let me go, bastard', I try to mumble, but I barely understand meself.
"No, that's not polite , is it ? Maybe we should introduce properly first. I'm Sir Tom, and you are ?" 'Fuck you, let me go'
"I must have been mistaken last night, thinking you were a polite and obedient girl. Now, what's your name ?", and with that, he grabs my nipple and twitches it firmly.
'Tania, my name is Tania', I gasp."You see, that wasn't to hard. But today it isn't. Today you're Sir Tom's fuckpig. Now say it". His words reverberate in your head, until you feel your other nipple twisted roughly. "Say it"
'i'm Sir Tom's fuckpig', you hear yourself mumble, hoping for the pain to disappear.
" That's better. Now, let's explain some rules first.
1. you refer to me as Sir or Sir Tom.
2. If you want to come, you ask permission first by begging 'please Sir, your fuckpig wants to cum'. I can give this, or deny it. If I deny, you do not cum, understood ?" I nodd fiercly, since both his hands are on my nipples
3. If you get excited or pleasured by what is done to you , you thank me." you say "thank you for letting me cum sir. Or you explain in your thanking what pleases you. If you receive a punishment, you will also thank me afterwards"
If you fail any of these rules, you will be punished. Do you understand ?" Again I nodd, as his fingers start twisting again.

"Good, now that's sorted out, we can start", he whispers in my ear. I can feel his warm breath in my neck.
You feel something cold at your ass, and start squirming to no avail: the metal bol stretches you wide as it pops in, sliding deep in your ass.
He grabs your hair and binds it together, then you feel your head being pulled backed, and the device in your ass slide in even deeper. He must have tied one to another, making it impossible to straighten your neck.
He ties 2 ropes to each of your big toes, next he graps your big labia and puts clamps on them, 2 on each side.
You beg him to remove them, because they sting badly, but he just ignores your pleads, stretching your pussy open by attaching them to the ropes on your toes.
You feel him put clover clamps on your nipples, then attach them to your knees. You try not to move, because you feel each movement in your tits, pussy or ass.
Being exposed like this makes you feel vulnerable, but also excited. You feel ashamed and try to fight this feeling.
Meanwhile, Sir Tom starts tickling you. You cannot control your self, and feel the pain whith each movement. Sir Tom quickly discovers your tickling weak spots, and as he abuses them, so do you with your nipples, pussy and ass.
When he finally stops, you become very aware of pain , quickly fading away in them. Just when you're hoping he's had is fun, you feel intens cold in your pussy. He just shoved an ice cube deep in there. then another... and another.
You feel four pussy getting cold inside. Only moments later, you feel something hot on your back, and you yell, being caught off guard. More and more wax is being poured on your back, and he slowly moves towards your ass.
He coates both my asscheeks, before letting wax dripple down your asscrack next to that damn hook all the way onto your opened pussy. Even though the wax has cooled down, it's still pretty uncomfortable.
As he keeps adding and stopping from time to time, you feel it pile up at your clit, forcing the extra wax to slowly enter your pussy. The melting water of the icecubes hardens the wax instantly, as your pussy contracts from the cold and heat.
You try to jump up as you feel stinging on your back, then your ass cheeks. Ever more rapidly, he hits your back and rear with what most be a flogger (even though you never felt one before).
You feel the wax being removed by the flogging, and the heat building on your back and ass, as he keeps hitting them in fast sequence. Finally, you start begging him to stop: 'please Sir,please stop.'
Sir Tom holds back, asking "would you like me to stop" 'yes Sir. yes Sir'. "Ok, I'll stop". I'm trying to catch my breath, as I hear him say " but since you didn't thank me for doing you that favor..."
My hart starts pounding, and I try to stop him by quickly saying ' thank you Sir, thank you Sir', but it's already to late... as I hear a 'soofff' and then pain on my left asscheek, where some paddle hit me.
"Count your punishment for me", he says, and I count 'one...two... three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...ten...eleven...twelf'. My left asscheek feels like it's on fire. "And again" he says
Smack 'one' smack 'two' smack 'three' .... smack 'twelf' "that is all for your punishment" 'Thank you Sir', I quickly reply, afraid of more pain. " Very well, it seems I'm getting your attention now." Without seeing his face, I know he's smiling triumphantly.
"Let's keep the motivation up then, shall we ?", and with that , had adds weights to the six ropes on my nipples and pussy lips, stretching them further and adding thus to my agony.
Then he starts flogging me again, harder and faster then the first time. I bite my lip, trying to block the pain from my mind. "Very good" I hear him say " I think you've earned a reward."
With that, he starts removing the asshook and the rope to my hair, so I can finally move my sore neck. Then I feel him push several pointy things between my pussy lips,before removing the weights, clamps and ropes down there, as well as the ball gag. The pain in my labia is intense as blood flows in all nerve ends again.
"The toothpicks are to keep you focussed during your orgasm" , he says, as I wonder what he means. Then he removes the spreader bar, allowing me to close my legs ... or not, the moment I close them, I feel the toothpicks dig into my most sensitive area, so I keep them legs wide open.
I feel him pus a strong vibrator to my clit, and I feel the excitement build. As I feel the orgasm growing, I struggle to keep my legs open. 'May I please cum Sir ?' "No, hold it", Is the answer I get (but not the one I hoped for).
I fight to hold of my orgasm, but quickly feel anothe wave build. 'Sir , please, may I cum. Your fuckpig wants to come so badly' "Hold it back one more time", he says, as I focus again to stop it.
I barely fought of the second wave, as the third started to build. 'Sir, please Sir, this fuckpig needs to cum badly, it cannot hold it anymore. Please Sir' "Then cum my fuckpig". Then the orgasm hits me, harder and more intense then any orgasm I ever had.
The intensity makes me forget to keep my legs closed, and the toothpicks dig painfully into my labia. It brings me to my senses and I quickly thank Sir Tom for my orgasm.Then he removes the tootpicks, and the nipple clamps. Again the pain is intense, as ciculation is restored in my nipples.
"Very well, I'm impressed", I hear him say, and strangely, that somehow makes me proud. 'Am I losing my mind ?'

He unties me, and finally, I can move my arms and legs to get the soreness out. I should make a run for it, but naked, blindfolded and exhausted, I decide to wait, expecting to be released shortly.
I feel him grab my arm, and when he pulls them backwards, I feel another rope and realize this ordeal is far from over...
He ties my wrists, them my elbow, pushing my tits forward. He ties my feet, then pushes the vibrator back between my legs firmly, before tying my legs firmly just below my hips. He pulls my arms into the air behind my back, making me bend slightly at the waist.
Then, he finally removes the blindfold, and when I'm adjusted to the light, I see Cutie in front of me. "Lesson two is all about begging and obedience:
1. You don't look me in the eye, unless I order you to.
2. You're hear to please me, and if you sense I'm not pleased, you beg for more of the same by saying 'please can I have another', until I'm pleased. Let's start."
Having said that, he grabs a rubber band and puts it over the base of my right tit. Then he does the same to the left one. he keeps adding rubber bands until both of them are bulging out, very red and extremely painfull.
He puts those terrible clover clamps back on my nipples, and starts adding weight until the nipples hang down again, despite the rubber bands.
then he takes what looks like a washing line with clothespins on it. He grabs some skin on my poor lift breast, and squeezes on a clothespin, then another, and another. When he comes to the bottom of my breast, he continues down my ribcage and abdomen, and ends with 7 pins on my left big labia.
He picks up another strap and repeats the process on my right side. The he readjusts the vibrator firmy to my clit. "remember the lesson", he says, moving behind me.
zioef, and I yell loudly. I look back and see him holding a cane, gently tapping my ass, that is burning from that hard hit.
he keeps tapping it, as if he's waiting for something. Then it strikes me, he wants me to ask to do it again ! With trembling voice, I ask him 'please Sir, can I have another one'.
zioef, and I yell again. And he starts tapping again. I fight of my fears and say 'please Sir, can I have another one'. zioef ... and tapping 'please Sir, can I have another one'
zioef. Six times he hits me, then he turns on the vibrator softly. He steps into sight, and uses his cane to play with my tits and clothespins. I gasp, not sure if it's from the cane or the vibrator.
Then he steps back behind me. zioef. And I beg for more... six times, before he speeds up the vibrator, and plays with my clothespins again.
He steps back. zioef. After 3 more strikes, unable to take more, I break, begging him to stop.
He steps to the front, kneels besides me and smiles. "So, you want me to stop ?" 'yes, Sir Tom, please, Sir Tom. I will do anything you want. please Sir, please.'
"Very well, I'll make you feel good, if you make me feel good. I want you to suck my dick until I cum, and swallow everything, understood fuckpig ?"
'yes Sir, I will. thank you Sir.' With that, he stands up, bends me further over and feeds me his cock. I start sucking his cock franticly.
Soon it is hard, and he holds my head tightly, as he pushes it to the back of my throat. I cough and just when I have the reflex to swallow, he pushes in further, entering my throat.
He leaves it in for a few seconds, then pulls back. I start coughing, but slowly regain my breath. He's tapping my chin with his cock. Realizing his intension, I breath deeply and push his cock to the back of my throat.
Again he pushes down my throat when I swallow, but this time , the feeling is less. We repeat this process over and over until I get the hang of it. Then he just stops in the back of my throat, and I realize it's my turn now.
I swallow and push down, moving up and down over his cock until I run out of breath. I gasp for air and repeat the process again and again. I'm feeling dizzy by the lack of oxygen when finally, he grabs my head and holds it.
I feel him cum in my throat, and then he starts pulling back. I feel the urge to open my mouth for air, but start breathing through my nose, while surpressing the gagging and scooping of the cum and slime of his cock as he withdraws.
I take a few breaths through the nose, and swallow his salty cum. Then, I open my mouth to clean of the rest of the cum, emerging from his dick.
"Very good, you've deserved your reward.", he says as he sets the vibrator to high. Within moments, I feel an orgasm building. ' Sir, can I please cum ?'
Without warning he removes one string of clothespins, the pain breaking of my orgasm wave instantly. My pussy lips are burning. While I try to gain my breath of all the pain, I feel my orgasm rising again. 'Sir, please may I cum ?'
He drops the speed of the vibrator, and slowly removes the second string, pin by pin. This makes each pin pinch my skin terribly, before snapping loose. By the time he pinches of the pins on my pussy, I'm screaming loudly. With that, he starts fucking me with a big dildo, and sets the vibrator back to high.
The orgasm is even intenser as the first one, but this time, he makes me orgasm four times before he removes the vibrator and the rope around my hips, immediately followed by the ropes on her arms.
Then he starts removing the rubber bands, making me whimper and cry. Whith the last rubber band of, he moves behind her and says "kiss me". As I oblige, he gentle cupps my breasts and starts massaging them. I kiss him passionately.

Sir Tom leads me over to a bench and orders me to sit down. He brings over a wooden medi2)

 

unexpected (2)
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I haven't heard from sir Tom since that day he used me. 13 days of silence. Has he forgotten me ? Did he already lose interest ? I haven't slept well in five days, and every hours seems to last an eternity.
I want to text him, but I'm afraid ...he made it clear last time that a sub doesn't initiate , but patiently waits, hoping for His attention.
Then finally, fridaynight, a text message : "tomorrow - 7pm sharp. make sure all holes are cleaned thoroughly, and that you're bald below your waist.
wear high heels, cut-off jeans hotpants and a cut-off white 'daisy duke' top, no underwear.I will check your outfit at the door."
I didn't sleep well the rest of that night either, anxious as a kid the night before christmas. That morning, I got up early and carefully selected a jeans and white top, which I cut off very short, to make a hot entry that night.
Ofter lunch, I gave myself 3 enema's , making sure my ass was clean inside. I wax my legs, then shave my pussy. I took a long shower, did my hair and make up and got dressed. I left home early, not wanting to upset him by being late.
Arriving early, I waited some time in the car, rang his doorbell at 18.47h. Goode timing, I tought. He opened the door "you're 13 minutes to early", he states, and I feel my confidence fade. "Hand me over your outfit for inspection".
I want to step in to show my body, prepared to his every desire, but he stops me " I didn't tell you to come in, did I ?" My heart bounces, as I realize he wants me to undress at the frontdoor, which can easily be seen from the street.
"Well ?" he says, and I quickly remove my top, hotpants and shoes and hand them over. Then he says, " wait here and don't move", as he closes the door. I hear a few cars slow down, and some whistling.
I'm sure they got a good look at my ass, but a least nobody saw my face. Despite the humiliation, I'm getting wet. At 7pm sharp, the door opens. " get in" he says, get in the sofa and put your legs up, so I can inspect you".
I lay down as ordered, and I see my pussy lips shimmer as I look down at sir Tom, fondling my ass. he sticks out his indexfinger and commands "suck". I obey, and after a few seconds, he removes it and pushes it in my ass. I feel him poking around, probably checking my work.
he takes his finger out, then holds it in front of me, together with his middle finger. I suppress my disgust and start sucking on both fingers. He moves back to my ass, stretching it wider this time. Then he lets me clean of both fingers.
he picks up a small buttplug and holds it before my mouth. I start sucking on it. After a few seconds, he takes it out, moves to my ass and slamms it home without warning. I jump up, more surprised then hurt.
"Now about that pussy ... that not bald pussy..." I look surprised at him, ready to respond, but his expression makes me shut up. "I see you're not convinced. I'll show you" and with that, he picks up some tweezers and grabs a pubic hair I somehow missed.
he yanks it out, and I give a short yell. "two" AUW 'three' 'AUW' 'four' I suppress my screams. "five... six ... and seven" "Don't you move", he says, as he picks up his flogger and hits my pussy hard. and again ... and again.
He stops every time I fail to keep my legs up, but finally, he's hit my painfull pussy seven times and stops. He picks up some massage oil and rubs it on his hands, before spreading it on my pussy and nipples.
I feel it get cold, the hot ter and hotter. Judging by the smell, it's menthol oil or something. It sure makes everything hypersensitive. "Get up and put your clothes on" he says, as he washes his hands. "we're going out."
I feel my nipples and pussy tingle from the menthol, as I putt on my clothes. The pants barely cover my pussy, and I fear the plug may be showing through the fabric. I'm clothed again, sort off ...
I step in his car, feeling the cool wind all over my body. We drive over to a crowded teenager bar, and enter. I feel increasingly uncomfortable, and try to adjust my clothes a bit, but the're so short to cover it all.
I feel the eyes burning on my body, as I walk behind Tom to a table in the corner. 'Thank God, in the corner!', where we sit down. The waitress silently takes our order (Tom orders for us both), but that short glance told me everything, and made me feel so small.
Some boys on the next table were staring at me. Tom noticed and told me to spread my legs wide. There was so little fabric there, they could certainly see my pussy. I think even the plug was showing, bescause one of them changed his position,
and with a big smile whispered to his friends, who started moving on their chairs as well. My face was turning red as a tomato. Meanwhile Tom had left the table. I eagerly looked around, seeing him talking to some guy by the pool table.
Then he returned to my, saying " grab your drink, we're going to play pool." As we arrived, the guys playing there stepped aside, gazing at me all the time. I knew Tom had promised them something, to clear the table.
Front seats to the show, it turned out to be. No sooner had we started playing, or there was a crowd of young men following the game, or more exactly my ass and rack each time I was on move.
By now, there were serveral girls at the table, wandering why all the guys had moved to the back. Feeling threatened by my unwanted attention, they started to verbally humiliate me. I was so embaressed and so ... excited ?
We finished our game, and Tom decided it was time to leave, before things got out of control. But before we left, he put wrist cuffs on, and bound them together behind my back. I saw several jaws fall open, and I felt even more embarassed then before.
He untied my wrists, we drove to his home, and again I was ordered to remove my clothes and hold them in my hands. " You will do so every time you come over and want to enter my home from now on."

He leads me to the bedroom, and I see an I-shaped set of beams. He adds cuffs to my ankles, and some collar around my neck. He orders me to position myself over the beams , doggie style. Then he connects each end of the I- beam to one of the cuffs.
There's an extra beam with a shackle at the front end of the I-beam. He lifts it up and connects it to my collar. I'm forced to stay up doggie style, unable to move for- or backwards more then a few inch.
I'm anxious and scared at the same time, but I know this is why I came back in the first place, to surrender completely.I lower my head and close my eyes, waiting for whatever he wants to do to me ...
Suddenly, there's a burst of pain on my hip, and I try to jump away, but the restraints simply won't let me. Then he hits me tree more times with it, very fast, on my leg. I try to move away, but there's no way.
"So , do you like the zapper?" he asks. I shake no. "If you want to be my sub, you will have to learn to make me proud at you. To make me proud, you must show me you are willing to suffer for me.
To endure more, to beg for more and to proceed and push your bounderies, even when at first you feel like quitting. You'll notice not giving up will give you a good feeling to." with that, he zaps my boob.
I feel him tapping my back with the zapper. He's waiting for me, just like last time with the cane. I swallow, take a deep breath and hear myself say ' please Sir, may I have another one ?' Zap 'please Sir' Zap 'please Sir'
Zap. 'Please Sir, zap me as much as you like' He moves to my front, and with a gentle smile asks " Are you sure, my sweetie ?" I nod gently, 'Yes Sir' He grabs my jaw firmly, and kisses me passionately.
Then he starts zapping me, first slowly, on my arms, my back , my butt, my legs, my feet. Then faster, on my back, on my legs, and finally on the back of feet. I'm screaming contineously, feeling like the center of a Tesla ball.
Then he stops ... briefly. He allows my to control my breathing, then zaps my left armpit, immediately followed by the right one. Damn that hurts. He moves to my side, zapping me slowly every few cm.
He moves ever so slowly over my breast, then ZAP, right on my nipple. Zap, on my other nipple. I scream louder then before, the stinging being more intense then before. But he doesn't stop. He keeps zapping then, left right left right , going faster and faster.
And then he stops. He gently massages my breasts and nipples, then puts clamps on them. I gasp and hold my breath, waiting for the pain to fade away. But before I can do so, he zaps my inner thighs, left right left right, faster and faster again.
He removes the buttplug, then starts tapping my asshole. I start to shake, as I realize his intension. 'please Sir, zap my asshole' ZAP It feels like my asshole is on fire. Then I feel him tapping again, against my clit !
With trembling voice, I say 'Please Sir, zap my clit' ZAAP, far more intense then anything before. "Shall I continue ?" I nod gently. He zaps both sensitive areas two more times, each time building suspence by waiting, and touching me without zapping.
"Well done, you're learning fast", he says. His words make me feel all warm. I feel him add weights to my nipple clamps, and the pinching feeling grows stronger. "Now I will cane you gently, until you shake of those clamps. I will add weights every minute, if you don't succeed."
With that, I feel him slapping my butt, not to hard, but quiete fast. Very soon, I feel my bottom get sore, as he hits the same places over and over again. I quickly start wiggling my tits, trying to drop the clamps and weights.
He stops briefly to add weights, so I guess we're at one minute. My bottom already feels like it's on fire, and he gets at it again. So I'm shaking my boobs all I can, but the damn clamps just wont move. My ass is buuuurning.
And he adds more weights. Then more burning, as I start to sweat, shaking my chest as much as I can move. I feel like I'm sitting on hot needles and coal, as he adds more weight.
By now, my nipples feel just as bad as my ass, but I keep shaking, knowing that's the key to stopping this. Suddenly, the right clamp slips off, and I scream of the intense pain.
It takes me a few seconds to focus once more, but now I'm shaking harder then before, knowing the end of this ordeal is near. With another yell, the second clamp falls to the floor. "Good" , sir Tom says, as he massages my sore breasts, then my poor bottom.
I feel lubricant, and then two fingers slide deep in my dripping cunt, and his thumb starts rubbing my clit. I feel my orgasm build, but then he stops. "Not yet, I have other plans first", and with that he adds a third finger, gently fucking my pussy with them.
He pushes in his fourth finger, and my pussy begings to stretch, as I feel him push deeper and deeper. He adds his thumb and rotates his hand while applying pressure. I'm starting to sweat as he pushes harder and harder.
Suddenly my pussy opens to accept the intruder, and I feel his hole hand slide into me. A burning sensation of fullness descends on me, while he slowly tries to rotate inside me. The burning feeling fades, and I try to relax, accepting him inside me.
He gently pushes out of me, then back in again. He does this over and over, and I feel my pussy objecting less and less to this giant intruder. Then he increases speed, fucking me with his whole hand. I'm gonna cum , I'm gonna cum. I'm cummmmmmmmmming.
The orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer, and as it fades, he slowly pulls out. "Did you like it?" 'ooh, yeeees', I mumble. "Good", he say , "then you won't mind getting punished for cumming without permission, will you ?"
my God, I totally forgot ! Accepting the inevitable, I say 'No Sir, I'm sorry Sir'.
He unties me from the device, and leads me to a large wooden pole at the other end of the room.

He orders me to sit on some seat plate, attached to the pole some 70cm from the floor. hen my wristcuffs are attached to a rope through a ring high on the pole. he stretches my arms above me , and ties the rope to the pole.
He ties ropes to each ankle cuff, then loops both ropes through rings on each side of the pole. he pulls them similtaneously, making me slide forwards on the plate until my bottom rest at the edge of the plate, my legs high in the air.
He ties a rope around one knee, moves behind the pole and ties it to the other knee. "To keep your legs open." he smiles at me. He attaches the clamps from before to my still sore nipples, and adds two weights on each one.
Then he blindfolds and gaggs me. I feel him insert some cold steel dildo deep in my pussy, closing my pussy lips over it. I feel there are some wires attached to it. Then it starts tickling inside me, growing intenser and intenser.
"Don't push it out. Believe me, you don't wan't to do that." he says while I hear his footsteps walk away from me. With that, I hear some buzzing sound, getting stronger as he approaches me again.
I yell in the gag , as I feel the electricity on my skin, like it running over my arms, to my hips, legs, feet and toes. OMG, hmmmmmmmm,I scream in the gag, as the pain is intense. He moves up my leg again,crossing just below my belly button to the other leg, repeating the process over there.
I start squirming, then I feel intense pain in my pussy. " I told you you wouldn't like that dildo coming out" With that, he comes down my second leg , this time on the inside. As he approaches my pussy, I start squirming more intens.
I feel the sparks hit my labia, as I jerk from side to side trying to avoid them. Suddenly, the sparks hit my clitoris, and I scream as loud as the gag allows me, and try to move away.
But Sir Tom keeps it firmly in place, saying 'I wanted to work my way up there, but since you couldn't keep still and wait ...". With that, he shuts down the device.
I feel him reinsert the seel dildo, and soon the tickling starts again. This time, he gently fucks me with it. The feeling is great, until his strokes get longer. The pain worsens each time he pulls back, so I meet him with my hips as good as I can.
" You're not trying to cum again, or are you a painslut ?" With that, he pulls the dildo out, until only the tip stays in. I howl in the gag, as he reinserts it. "Are you a painslut ?" I shake my head franticly. "but you do want to please me ?"
I nod yes, while he keeps moving in and out slightly. "And what if I like to see you suffer for me ? Will you be my painslut then ?" I hesitate , thinking rapidly. " Well, will you or not" I nod yes. "So if I like it, I can just pull out the dildo again?"
I nod again. With that, he takes out most of the dildo again, holding it there, while I squirm to fight of the pain. He starts fucking me with the dildo, and while pain and pleasure mix, I feel an orgasm build. 'Sir, may I please cum', I mumble.
"No, you hold it", sir Tom says, as he keeps fucking me. I hold back my orgasm, but by the third time , I hear myself begging again ' please Sir, your fuckpig wants to cum' "Then cum, you little slut".
He keeps fucking me through my orgasm, then just at the peak, he pulls out the dildo, making me scream again. 'thank you for letting me cum Sir' He removes my blindfold and gag, and with a big smile , he pushes his dick in me and starts fucking me.
'thank you for fucking me ,Sir.' He fucks me roughly for several minutes, as I hear his breathing get heavier. Then, just before cumming, he removes the nipple clamps and starts rubbing my nipples. The pain makes my pussy contract and milk his cock, and I feel his cum in me.
'Thank you Sir' I keep focused on my duties. He pull out, and starts to untie my legs. "So you like cumming huh ?" 'Yes Sir' "Would you like me to to make you cum some more?" 'Yes Sir, very much Sir'.

With that, he brings over 2 footstools, placing them onder each foot. "Stand up." With that he places a sybian device on the plate. It has a small dick on top, and a knob for the clitoris. I feel all excited. "Sit".
Once I'm seated,small dick inserted and all, he removes the stools, and now attaches the ropes of my anckle cuffs through rings on the floor, keeping me in place. Is he afraid I'm gonna fall off or so ? Then he tightens the rope of my arms again above my head.
I'm getting more and more convinced there's a catch to this ride. While thinking it through, he switches on the sybian, and my toughts are disturbed by the new sensations. Sir Tom increases the speed, and says "You're allowed to cum as much as you want now, no permission needed"
'Yes Sir. Thank you Sir'. With that, he leaves the room, as I enjoy my orgasm. As my orgasm fades away, the intensity of the vibrations hurt a bit, my pussy being sensitive. Soon, I feel another orgasm come up, and it explodes violently.
After four orgasms, I 'm really hoping for sir Tom to return quickly, as my hole abdomen seems on fire. By the time he returned, I 've lost count of my orgasms and time. Hell, I didn't even hear sir Tom come in, he just stood there next to me.
"So, you think you've cum enough?" I try to answer, but can't form the words. I nod as hard as I can. "Maybe you should let me decide what you should and shouldn't do, since you obviously can't." Again I nod, anything to stop that feeling between my legs.
he shuts down the sybian, and unties my legs, then my arms. I just fall into his arms, to exhausted to stand. He gently lays me on th bed, and removes all cuffs. He brings me something to drink, and lets me lean against him. Than takes my to the bathroom.
After a while, he undresses, picks me up and steps into the shower with me, where he washes me gently. The water makes me feel better again, as I regain strength in my legs. He kisses me passionately, steps out of the shower and dries himself.
Then he helps me out and dries me off as well. "you made a big step forward today towards obedience, but you still have a lot to learn. that's why I'm gonna intensify your program." With that, he shows me a leather string with two strange nobs in it.
I look at him uncomprehending. "It's a chastity belt, sweetie. I will fit it with a vibrator and a dildo, to keep both your holes happy. The vibrator control is hardwired to this receiver, and is activated by the correct cellphone number. With an extra number for the intensity."
With that, he attaches the small vibrator and a large jelly dildo, then waves me over. As the string comes up, I feel the dildo stretch my ass, and the vibrator enter my pussy. As the string slides between my ass cheeks, he tightens it, pulling my labia over it.
Then he adjusts the remote wire, tightens the strip on my hips, and locks it in place up front. He click the remote on top of the belt. "You will come over to my house every evening at 7pm sharp. Thaét is, if you need to use the toilet.
I suggest you don't drink to much, to avoid ackward situations. See ya" With that, he puts a leash on the collar and leads me outside, before unbuckling it and dropping my clothes by the front door.
Thank got it's dark, I think, as I quickly dress and walk to my car. The sensations keep pounding my head long after I'm home, as I struggle to get to sleep with the 2 devices in me.
Then, when I'm finally falling asleep, I feel the vibrator come to life gently. This saturdaynight is far from over ...

to be continued in part (3)...


unexpected (3)
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this night was like hell: I got home at 1.15am last night, and when I finally got used to the chastitybelt and the two rods inside me around 2.30am, the vibrator was activated.
In fact, the vibrator buzzed for 10 minutes every hour, getting my aroused and thus hardly giving me any sleep at all. It's 9.15am now, and 15 minutes ago, it activated again, this time much more powerfull.
I already came once, and I feel another orgasm building. Just when I think I'm there, the buzzing stops. Oh, not now, I think. Unable to reach my clit, I try rubbing the belt with my hand,
but the metal on it's front is very effective. Too effective, as I feel the orgasm fade. I had planned to visit some friends, but I don't wanna take any chances of the vibrator buzzing to life while I'm there.
Sunday seems to last forever, especially now my need to pee is growing. I consider peeing in the shower, before washing, but I'm sure he'll know and punish me hard if I do.
It's 3pm when the vibrator comes to live again forcefully, making me wetter and wetter. I cum 4 times, before the vibrator finally decreases at 3.30.
It's still buzzing when I hit the shower at 4.30, and is still on when I leave home at 6.15. I wait in the car until 6.59, then walk to his door , remove my clothes and knock.
The door opens, and I'm allowed to step inside. "Hello my fuckpig, what brings you over to me ?" 'Please Sir, this fuckpig needs to pee badly.'
"I see. First, we're gonna have a little chat. Srpead your legs wide, arm above your head." I obey quickly. "Did you enjoy the vibrator today ?" 'Yes Sir.' "Did it make you cum ?" 'Yes Sir, it did.'
"How many orgasms did you have, in the morning and the afternoon?" 'one in the morning, four in the afternoon Sir.' He moves behind me and starts attaching cuffs to my wrists and ankles.
"Four in the afternoon ? I bet you closed your legs and pushed the belt as close as you could get it then, just to get off more, right ?" I don't understand how he knows this, he knows me better then I do.
'Yes Sir', I mumble, turning red in shame. I just hope he lets me pee before he starts playing with me. "Now tell me, why didn't you call me then around 9am and 3pm ? Or do you think you can cum whenever you feel like it,
as long as I'm not around ? What good are lessons, I you forget what you learned the same day." I feel my heart beat in my throat. He's right, how could I have missed this ?
"I'm really disappointed in you", I hear him say, as he removes the chastity device ande puts new batteries in the vibrator. "Go to the toilet" I quickly go relieve myself, but instead on relieved, I feel miserable by what sir Tom said.
As I return, I see him apply a fair amount of toothpaste on the vibrator and dildo. "Bend over." I obey, and feel him shove both dildo's back in. Within seconds, I feel a burning sensation in both holes.
Before locking the front of the belt back in place, he puts some leaves in the front. By the time he locks the front firmly in place, I know my assumption was right. Nettles, and they add even more to the itching.
"That all you deserve tonight. I'm no longer convinced you're worthy of my time. Come to my place at the regular time tomorrow for one more training. After that I will decide if I will train you further or not."
I feel tears well up, because I let him down. But I know I have to stay strong, or he will be even more disappointed. I nod and walk to the door, as he throws out my clothes.
I gather my clothes and run to my car, no longer able to hold back my tears. I keep sobbing as I put on my clothes and take off.
I crawl into bed, emotionally drained and probably tired from the night before. I wake up several times that night from all the itching, and each time hope to feel the vibrator buzz, but nothing happens...

I must have looked terrible that morning at work, because several colleagues are worried and ask if everything is OK. I told them my new boyfriend broke up with me (which wasn't that much a lie),
and luckily, nobody dared to discuss the subject any further. My mind wasn't on my job that day, but even my boss realized he'd better leave me alone.
I drank more than I probably should have, and I'm starting to regret that. Just now, I feel the vibrator buzz back to life. First slowly, then stronger. I grab my cellphone and rush to the toilet.
Nobody looks up, they all know the story...so they think. I'm sitting on the toilet, trying to hold back my orgasm. With my pussy all wet, I feel the itching come back, just as last night.
Then someone comes in to use the toilet next to mine. I fear she may hear the buzzing, as I bite my lip to keep silent. The moment she closes the door, I grab my cell and call sir Tom.
"yes, who's this ?" 'Tania sir. Sir, may I please cum ?' "I don't know anyone with that name", and he cutts of the connection.
I quickly redial his number and beg 'Please Sir, your fuckpig wants to cum. Can I please cum Sir ?' "Ahh, it's you;" he says. "Offcourse, do so, sweetie." and with that, he hangs op on my again.
I finally stop fighting and the orgasm kicks in. A few moments later, the vibrator stops. I clean myself up and go to my desk. I mumble to my boss I'm leaving early, and he just nodds.
As I enter my car, the buzzing starts again. I have to pull over twice to regain control over my orgasm, but by the time I get home it has gone to low setting, keeping my constantly aroused.
It's only when I hit the shower to prepare for tonight, that the intensity turns back on high. I stop showering and rush for my cell, to beg before it's to late. 'Hello sir Tom. Can your fuckpig please cum, sir?'
"Not yet, hold it back" and then the connection is gone. I collapse against the bathroom door, holding back... must hold back. I feel my orgasm get closer and closer, so I call Tom once more ' please sir, may I cum, pleaase'
"Grab your nipples firmly for my and twist them. the pain will delay your orgasm" click. I obey and feel like I bought myself some time. I pull of this trick two more times, before I have to call him again.
'pleeease sir, pleeease , may this fuckpig cum?' "ok, let it loose, you pig" I scream as my climax hits me as a bolt of lightning. Suddenly, I see the time, and start rushing to wash and dress up in time.
Luckily, trafic is calm and I run to his door, looking at the time : 18.58. pfff. I quickly strip, completely ignoring the bewildered neighboor across the street and knock. The door opens, and I present my clothes as I enter.

"Sit on your knees before the coffe table and leand back, hands behind your head." I obey as fast as I can, hoping to please sir Tom into reconsidering his plan. He unlocks the chastity belt.
He putts on the handcuffs, then bends me over it and attaches the cuffs to one end of the table, then moves to the other sides and straps my legs to the other side. Then he completely removes the dildo's and rubs off the broken nettle leaves.
I try not to make any sound. He picks up a ping pong pallet and a wooden spoon , and alternating hits my ass cheeks with them, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, really hard. I manage to keep quiet the whole time, except for my breathing that fastens.
"I was very disappointed in you yesterday... but I decided to give you one more chance. That is, if you will obey me, anytime, anywhere. Are you prepared to do this?" 'Yes sir'
"Be aware, if you submit now, there is no turning back. You will listen every single time, or I kick you out. Understood?" 'I understand sir.' " then what is your answer, fuckpig ?" 'I want to obey you sir, anytime, anywhere'
"Are you prepared to prove this ?" ' yes sir' "Do you trust me?" ' yes sir' With that, he unties me and pulls me into the shower, were he orders me to clean my cunt and ass, to get rid of all toothpaste and nettle leaves.
As I dry off, I notice my whole pubic mound seems to be covered with ghoose bumps from the nettles. He throws me a very, very low V-cut black blouse and a white miniskirt. "Wear this", he orders, " we're going out"
My heart pounds as I dress, knowing my ass is mostly exposed, and my boobs are almost falling out while standing still.

We get in his car and drive into town. We stop in the impoverished part of town, and walk down the hooker street. A lot of guys are checking out the merchandise. I hear someone yell 'hey babe, how much for you?'
I feel my stomach strike up. "Do you need to pee?" Tom asks. 'Yes sir ' "Then I suggest you do it now, I don't want a mess inside" I look at him in surprise, but his grim look makes it clear he's not joking.
I want to move into the shadow, but he stops me and says "right here, and keep an I on traffic. You never know with this guys watching everything but the road." Embarassed I raise my squirt, squat down and start to pee.
By the time I'm done, traffic has stopped, and at least a dozen guys are watching me from both sides of the street, several of them whistling or yelling at me. I quickly readjust my clothes, as Tom starts moving again.
I run after him as he enters a shop. When I enter, I gasp for air. It's a tattoo shop ! "Time to prove you meant what you said." The owner comes to us. It's a fat bearded 50+ guy, who looks like he belongs with a motor gang.
I guess it's to early for the drunks dudes to have a tattoo placed. Can I help you ? "Yes, I would like to have me fuckpig here marked and pierced" It takes him a second to sink in, the the guy smiles wide, while hide drop my face to hide my shame.
Tom whispers something to him, he smiles even wider and nods. Then he leads us to the back, and asks what Tom has in mind. " I want a spearlike barbell with a hlaf ring for each nipple, a clit ring and the tattoo I just told you about.
Tom orders me to strip, and leads me to a gynecologist chair. I lay down, place my legs in the stirrups and wait, as the guy ties my legs and Tom binds my arms above my head. I'm breathing rapidly, and feel that I'm sweating.
The guy puts desinfectant on my breasts and pussy. I follow him with my eyes as him returns with some hollow plastic tube with a sharp needle sticking strough. I feel myself breathing faster and faster, but then Tom cupps my hands
and whispers "make me proud. Breath in and hold your breath." Then the pain striks hits me, but much less than I expected. I see the guy pull out the needle, then holding the barbell to the hollow plastic, remove one while inserting the other.
He pushes the ring in place, then closes the barbell 's other end. He moves to the other side, and the whole process repeats itself. He move in between my legs, and exposes my clit, plaing a bit with it until it stands out.
This time, the pain is much interser, as he pierces my most sensitive flesh. This time, he attaches a ring when he pulls out the tube, closing it in the middle with a small ball.
Then he takes his tattoo needle, and makes a black tattoo right on my pubis. It stings quite a bit. Less then the piercings, but it takes a lot longer. Finally he's finished.
As I keep looking at the gothic writing, I slowly decode the text : Tom's fuckpig. Sir Tom has my prove of obedience tattoed on my body ! I feel some panic, yet I'm so proud he has chosen me.
The straps are released, and then Tom says "Since this is a mutual comittment, it's only fair we each pay a part of it. I agried with John here that I will pay for the piercings, and you for the tattoo.
He knows you don't have any cash, but he's willing to drop it if you let him fuck you. To avoid infection on your clit, he will use your ass. And a condom offcourse."
With that, he hands me a condom, and orders me to work. He pulls out his dick, it's already hard. OMG, this monster is 25cm long and 4 cm thick ! How will that ever fit in my ass. I roll off the condom on his dick, and start sucking it for lubrication.
Turn around you piece of shit, he says, and earn your tattoo doggiestyle. With that, he pushes in as hard and fast as he can. I feel pain as he hits bottom inside me. Damm you, you'll take it all, he growls.
I look back, seeing there is still some 7cm sticking out of my ass. He pulls back a few cm, as I brace myself for the inevitable. I scream out the pain, as his balls hit my ass, sending his huge cock deep in my bowels.
Then he starts pumping my ass, grabbing my hips to go faster and faster. I try to relax, and the pain slowly fades away. After a few minutes, I feel his breathing gro heavier, so I focus on squeezing my ass to increase the pressure and finnish this ordeal asap.
The guy cums, but before pulling out, he smacks each asscheek 3 times. I jump forward, giving him more space to hit harder the last spanks.
"Get your clothes on, we're going home..."
We get to his place and his says it's time to go home. he hugs me firmly, pushing my sore nipples and pussy to his body. "remember to desinfect them 2 times a day this week" 'yes sir' , I nod.
With that, I leave his house, happy that he accepted me as his fuckpig. I fell asleep easily, dreaming all night of sir Tom.

to be continued in part (4)...

 

unexpected (4) - her confession
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The next morning, I feel revived as the clock buzzes its wake up call. I hit the shower , using the deinfecting soap I got last night and carefully massage my nipples, clit and pubis.
As I get out of the shower, I hear the text message tone of my cell, and I quickly check it. "No tasks for you today, but no underwear either to avoid infections. Wear a nice light dress, it's warm outside.
Come over to my place tonight so I can inspect the healing of your piercings and tattoo." I went off to work in that frivolous green dress I bought last month, I'm sure Tom would agree.
My nipples jewellery showed nicely in it, just as sir Tom planned it. Most colleagues were reliefed to see me acting normal again, but I did see a lot more people passing my desk then other days.
Smiling, I make sure to sit straight with a slightly arched back, making sure they got what they came for.
That evening, I knock at Tom's door in eve's costume at exactly 19pm, handing him my miniskirt and top I just took off. He points me to the table and orders me to lay down. Then he starts examining my body decorations,
making sure all is healing properly and no infections are showing. He ends by desinfecting them. 'Sir, may I ask you na question please ?' He looks at me with his piercing eyes, and simply nods.
'Sir, I'm confused by yesterday. When I returned after the first night, it was clear for me I needed your selfconfidence, calmness and power to guide me. A lot of women seek strong or powerfull men for that reason.
I tought everything else were just signs of my loyalty and commitment, even if it ment a mix of pleasure and pain. But yesterday was different. Yesterday was all about commitment, for there was only pain and humiliation.
Yet I was so wet, you probably could have dragged me behind the car on my bare pussy without me getting blisters or burns on it. Sir, what does this make me ... a painslut, a slave ... What am I sir ?'
Tom took his time before answering me. "You already know the answer to that question, fuckpig. What you ask now, is for me to test your limits, to see wher it ends. Your piercings needs healing, and that gives you the time to think this over.
Return here on friday, usual time, if your opinion hasn't changed. Make sure you have 3 weeks of absence arranged, meaning work, family, pets & housesitter, etc. . You are to bring nothing but the clothes you wear.
Be aware that if you show up, your life will never be the same. If you decide otherwise, I will contact you as I find appropriate." With that, he kicks me out of his house.
The next day, I talked to my boss, explaining I need 3 weeks off for personal matters, starting end of the week. He's not to happy about it, but realizes I'm probably not worth much in the condition of 2 days earlier.
I ask my neighbour to watch my cat, and leave her some money in case of unexpected bills. Then I phone my mom, giving some lame excusse of a hiking trip, with poor cell phone connection. She's a bit suspicious,
but I don't give her the chance to catechize me. By thursday evening I'm all set for my big adventure...

I take a deep breath, as I knock at sir Tom's door. The door opens and as he grabs my clothes, he orders me to crawl on hands and knees to the coffee table. "There is a document there, to clear me from any legal consequences afterwards.
Read it and then sign it, if you comply. there will be no consequences if you still decide to stop." Trembling, I read paragraphs about possible humiliation, mody modification, mutilation, being prostituted or sold and many more.
At the end, there is one paragraph stating I can reconsider my position at the end of the third week, or by using the safeword. If I don't, I will then been given the oportunity to end my old life before returning to be his slave as long as it pleases him.
He commits to support me if he no longer wants me as slave, until the time I have rehabilitated or found another master to serve.
I sign it with trembling hands, and present it to sir Tom. "I videotaped the contents, as well as this action, as he points to the ceiling. Just in case."

"First some extra rules.
1. As I now own you, you will call me master Tom. You will obey my every order without hesitation. Hesitation will get you punished.
2. You do not look anyone in the eyes, unless when commanded.
3. You do not speak, unless spoken to. You will address every man as sir, every woman as madam, unless told otherwise. They do not control you, unless I tell you to, but you will make me proud at all times.
4. Exceptions to the last rule are :
a) you will announce the beginning and end of your menstrual.
b) You can beg me to stop pain, humilitation, to allow you to piss and shit, or eat, to which I may or may not agree. If I feel it's inappropriate, you may get punished.
c) There are 2 safewords : orange and red. Orange will stop the ongoing play, Red will terminate this contract permanently.
There is a limit to the amount of times you can use orange before it becomes red, but you will only know that if it happens.
5. You are not to cum or touch yourself without permission.
Do you understand these rules ?" 'Yes master Tom'

With that, he steps over and attaches a beautifull leather collar around my neck, with several rings attached to it: 2 big ones left and right, a smaller one on the back, and a tiny one in the front.
This one, unlike the others, isn't in the middle of the collar, but right at the edge of the belt, below the text stitched onto the collar 'Tom's slavepussy'. He locks it with a small silver padlock.
He attaches a leash and says "let me show me your room first". With that, we enter the laundry room. In the corner is a dog cage, some 100 by 80 by 80 cm tall, mostly closed on 3 sides. The fouth side containing a thick aliminum door with bars.
To the side, there are two bowls, one with water, the other empty. He unties the leash and orders me in. "Oh, I forgot the sheets" and with that, he pushes a dirty old blanket in, then closes the door and locks it.
Then he leaves, switching of the light. The blanket hardly keeps me warm, and to stretch my legs, I have to push them through the bars, making me get goose bumps quickly. I have no idea how long I'm in here, but my whole body is sore and cold.
Nevertheless, I must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing I hear is "goodmorning slavepussy, ready for your first day of training?", as the light switches on. I see him carrying a camera, taking pictures of me.
I'm dizzy, but answer 'goodmorning master Tom. Yes master Tom'. "Time to pee, eat and take a shower." With that, he put on my leash and has me crowling into the garden. Not knowing what to do, I wait for him
"Go on then, pee, damn dog." I swallow my pride, and start peeing. I feel it dribble down my legs. He takes another picture. Back inside, he drops some leftovers in the empty bowl, and says "no hands! And don't make a mess", as he leaves the room.
I start slurping some water, then use my tong to catch the food in the bowl as good as I can. He returns, takes another picture and says "look at this mess on the floor! Lick it up !" I quickly start licking, trying to clean it as good as possible.
Snap, another picture. "Didn't I tell you not to make a mess ?" I look at him, and then bend my head and nod 'yes master'. "Let's clean you up before your punishment." He grabs the leash, and makes me crawl through the hallway to the shower room.
He undoes the leash and says" get in." I want to stand up, but he pushes me down again, so I crawl in. He turns on the water, then hoses me down with an icecold, powerfull jet. I hear several snaps, as I try to protect the most sensitive areas from
the powerfull water jet. Then he pulls me out and dries me off roughly. The leash goes back on, and I crawl behind him to his play room.

There, he makes me crawl on the bed, where he ties my upper arms to the lower parts with leather straps. He puts 2 clothpins on my nipples, then 14 more on my labia, 5 on the big ones, 2 on the small ones.
He takes 2 pieces of rope and ties then to my nipple clothpins. Then 2 more ropes are looped through the others clothpins, one for my left pussy lips, one for the right ones. He ties the nipple ropes to my big toes, then the other ropes around my ankles.
I feel myself getting wet with in suspense, as he blindfolds and gags me. Snap, Snap I hear his camera say. Then I hear a crackling sound as I feel this terrible sting in my right arm, and I jump up.
Then another, on my thigh. The stings are extremly intense, and I scream in the gag. "I see you like the cattleprod. Let's increase the stakes, shall we?"
With that, he zaps my right buttcheek, and as I jump away, I feel myself pulling painfully on my nipple and pussy lips. He zaps me over and over, until I rip off the pins on my pussy lips, then the nipple pin.
I hear him walk to the other side, and start to shiver in anticipation. zap ... zap...zap. I cry into the gag, louder and louder as the stings keep raining down. When he stops, my pussy and nipples are reverberating.
I hear him take another picture, before removing the ropes. the blindfold is removed, and more leather straps to tie the lower and upper parts of each leg together.
Master Tom takes several short thick candles, and pushes them firmly on some flatbased candle holder. He dries of my but with a towel, puts superglue on a candle holder and pushes it firmly on my butt.
One candle after another is glued to my butt, until there are four on each butt cheek, two just above my ass crack and four more on my lower back. He lights them, and snap, another picture.
He picks up a riding crop, and smashes it on my unprotected pussy without warning. As I jump forward, my back , butt and ass crack get covered with hot wax. I whimper and moan, as the pain fades.
He gently starts to tap my pussy again 'please master, may I have another please?' Whaap, more wax burns my behind, and my pussy feels like its on fire. And he's tapping again ... 'please master, may I have more punishment?'
Whack, whack, whack. Three times he hits my poor pussy, just at the moment I resume position. Wax is now dripping onto it, and I feel the wax cracking on my butt.
He puts down the crop, and picks something up, carefully keeping it from my view. I feel an icecold intruder at the entrance of my boiling pussy, and he pushes it in in one thrust. I gasp, as the thing is bigger then I tought.
"I'm sure the cold goes away in a minute" he says, as he keeps fucking me with it. My pussy gets colder and colder... no hot,hoooot. I try to move forward, but he has his leg before my thighs, making this impossible.
I scream in the gag, as the heat grows stronger. Then he pulls out. "oops, that's the dildo with the ice with chili pepper core. Well , it's a pity to waste, is it ?", as he takes a picture and jams it back in.
I scream harder and harder in the gag, and fool my throat get sore from the effort. "Ok, that's sufficient for now, as he pulls out the dildo. He takes the candles of the holders one at the time, and pours them over my ass crack,
before extinguishing them. He peels of the holders, and takes a big scourer and starts rubbing of al the wax. The scourer hurts on my sore pussy and ass, as I squirm around. Then cleans up the last glue with nail polisher.
He unties me, walks me to the shower again and hoses me down once more. "do your hair , put on makeup, we're going out. Put on this miniskirt and blouse. panties but no bra. make sure you look slutty. You have 10 minutes"
He walks out of the room with his camera, while I rush to dress, do my hair and put up some makeup. When he reenters, I've just finished. "I said slutty. Do your makeup again. If it's not ok when I return, you'll get more punishment!"
My heart races as I start overdoing my makeup. He's back minutes later, examining me. "Good, let's go. no crawling now." Het puts on the leash as I walk behind him. I notice he's carrying a bag.

We stop at the 1-hour foto shop. he removes the leash (to my relief), and gives me an USB stick. "Go inside and ask for 2 sets of foto's 15x20. Say we'll be back in an hour.I'm going to that vending machine for a coke."
I quickly drop of the foto's, keeping my head down to hide the text on my collar. Then we drive to the sport shop, and as I'm ordered out of the car, he gives me some money. He grabs in his bag, and takes out some wrist cuffs.
"Go into the shop, buy a riding crop. Make sure it stings hard. Then ask to put extra holes in these cuffs, so they are firm around your wrists. I feel my heart bouncing in my throat as I step in, my master a few meters behind me.
I search the horsemen departement, and start looking for a crop. There is so much choice, and I don't have a clue which one stings more. I swallow my pride, step to a clerk and ask him for advice.
He looks at me with contempt, then open-eyed as he notices my collar. For a brief second, I notice a smile on his face, then he controls himself and helps me pick one with a long, thin leather strap.
Then I show him the cuffs, asking to make an extra hole in them. He grins, asking me where they should come. That leaves me no choice but to put them on, so he can mark the correct location.
I pay, and as I walked out, I see the salesman talk to two of his male colleagues. There eyes are glued to me. The subject of the conversation seem obvious. I walk to the car.
"Very well slavepussy, let's go pick up my foto's. We stop before the shop and he says "Now go in, say you want to make some copies and ask if your foto's are ready.
One set of foto's is for the clerk, and you ask if he thinks you were punished enough. Explain him that you are to fotocopy your pussy if he thinks not, and your boobs if you were. Make 2 copies, one for him, one for me.
here is some money." Again my heart bounces, but at the same time, I feel aroused... I enter the shop, and go back to the clerk. I see his face turn red as I approach. Good, the pictures are finished, I think.
I tell him about the pictures, and ask him about my punishment. As I expected, he wanted that copy off my ass ( makes a good story in the bar huh). He's more than happy to show me how the machine works.
He strokes my ass softly as he hepls me down. I hope he doesn't wet his pants, like I did , I think. My master joins me as I pay, putting my leash back on. As I walk out, I feel all customers stare at me, and I'm horny as hell.
We step in the car, he takes the pictures and puts them in the bag, then looks at the copy. " Too bad", he smiles. Open you legs, pull your panties down. I obey and from the cooling box of his car, he grabs two big ice balls, connected by some rope.
They look like benwa balls, but I'm sure it won't feel like it. He pushes them in and orders me to redress. "Enough playing, let's go for a drink" As we step out, he removes my leash again, and we walk to a table on the crowded terrace of a nearby bar.
Master orders a beer, I ask for a lemon tea. As the waiter turn, he calls her back. "she will have a water instead. with extra ice please." The waiter looks at me, feeling uncomfortable with the situation. I nod and say 'yes, can I have water instead please'.
He never fails to humiliate me, and yet I'm so turned on, as I feel meltwater drip from my pussy into my panties. We sit in silence, which adds to my discomfort, but masters rules are clear.
He turns to me and says "remove your panties and give them to me." I raise to go the the ladiesroom, but he stops me and says "Right here. But you may sit down if you like." I sit down, and slide my panties down,
fold them together and hand them to master Tom. There soaked from the ice balls, and he lays them on the table, next to his cellphone. By now, I start to squirm, as I feel my pussy burn. I guess the balls were made together with that dildo from before.
I close my eyes and try to thinks of something else, as tears well up. " Waiter, can we have the check please." The guy stares at the table as he puts down the bill. Master pays, folding my panties in together with his money.
"just an extra tip" he smiles to me. I feel my soaked skirt stick to my bottom, like I peed my pants. I'm sure a lot of people saw that. Somehow, I don't care about it that much anymore. Luckily, the itching is fading.
there was much less chili in these balls. Master puts me on a towel and we drive home in silence.

Back home. Master makes his dinner and sits down to eat. I'm allowed to sit on the floor next to the table, my lower legs below my butt and my hands on my thighs. Occasionely, he takes a leftover , holds it above my head then lets me eat it.
when he's finished, he brings me to my bowls and fills them with water and more leftovers. I slowly start to eat, making sure not to spill anything. I lick up the few spillings I notice. He enters, satisfied to see the floor clean.
"Crawl behind me, it's time to please your master". With that he gets in the sofa, orders me in front of him and says "Suck". His bag is next to him. I suck gently, playing with his cock, but he simply sais "no, like you learned last week."
I force his cock down my throat, and start throatfucking him the best I can. Whack, as a paddle hits my ass with full force. I scream on his cock, unable to raise, since he holds my head. whack, whack, whack, whack,
then he says "keep in in your mouth", as he lifts his hand, allowing me to breath more easily. I keep his cock in my mouth, and he spanks my ass for five more minutes. "Ok, keep your head down, and put you back against the sofa,
ass in the air, legs towards your head." I obey, as he takes lubricates his hand. Next thing, he starts pushing into me, deeper and deeper. Eventually, his whole hand is in me. The sensation is just as overwhelming as last time, only this time,
master Tom starts pumping it much sooner. I moan in discomfort, but feel my orgasm slowly build. Master now makes a fist, and starts pushing it in, and popping back out. Faster and faster, he punch fists me.
Just when I think I have to beg for permission to cum, he stops. He pours more lube on my pussy, and grabs in his bag, pulling out a huge PVC pipe. It's some 8cm wide and 20cm long. He puts it against my cunt entrance, and starts pushing.
The pain is intense, as my pussy has no intension of letting this intruder in, but finally the fisting pays off : My pussy opens and accepts the first 3cm of the" intruder. Master Tom pushes it deeper and deeperin me, and I clench my fists.
It feels like a falg pole entering me, and when it stops, it's at least 15cm in me. Then he poures a powder in a cup, before mixing it with water. The 2 unite into a blue mixture, which he pours into my pussy. He waits a few seconds, then pushes his fingers in the tube.
I expect the liquid to gush out, but instead, I feel a lot of pressure deep in me. At the same time, he pulls the pipe back. The extra space is filled up by the blue substance, and I see master Tom make more of it.
He poures mor of it in my cunt, and pushes again as he retracts the remainder of the pipe. There is a blue pole sticking out of my cunt, but master Tom pushes it hard for several minutes. He releases his pressure, but nothing comes out of my pussy.
I feel fuller then ever before, and the pain of the stretching fades quickly. "Now your cunt is stuffed, I want to fuck your tight ass. Get on all four, you slavepussy." I obey, and feel him enter me. I've always liked anal, but this is intense:
my pussy is so full, that my masters dick feels to big for my ass. I moan softly, as he fucks me roughly and pinches my clit piercing. Just before he cums, he turns me around and plunges his cock down my throat, making me cough and gag as I try to swallow all of it.
He pulls back slightly, allowing me to clean the tip of his dick with my tongue. he orders me back to my cage, while I wonder about my full bladder and cunt. Just as I want to crawl in he says "lets put you in the garden first, I don't want you to went your nest."
With that he pulls me outside by my leash. "You have 2 minutes" he says. That should be a problem, with my urge to go. Or is it? my stuffed pussy makes peeing very difficult, and I only manage to empty half my bladder before my time is up.
I'm being put in my cage, ready for my second night. I've been aroused all day long, yet master Tom didn't allow me to cum. I struggle to fall asleep, cold, with sore legs and overstuffed pussy that would drip is there was room for it.
Master Tom sure knows how to push my buttons.
 

to be continued in part (5)...

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unexpected (5) - challenged
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(this story is a fantasy. If you have troubles keeping fantasy and fiction apart, you probably should be reading this at all !)

I wake up when I hear the noises of my Master approaching the room, I feel broken. I hardly slept at all. Then he enters and lets me leave the cage.
He throws some cereal with milk in one bowl, and fill the other with water again. "Eat and drink all of that, and stay in position." My blatter is already stretched to it's limit, but I obey and start eating.
Meanwhile, I feel him rubbing somthing between my labia. I know better that to look back, and keep eating. " This may sting a bit", as I feel a burning in my pussy. Or somewhere there. The stinging worsens.
He's pushing something in my peehole ! "Keep eating , bitch" and I have to focus to swallow my last food, as the burning continues. I start drinking the water in my other bowl. It now feels like my blatter is even fuller,
and tears well up in my eyes. Finally the burning fades, as I'm cleaning up every drop I spilled. He clicks on the leash, and drags me behind him, struggling to keep up the pace as we walk into the garden.
I feel something bouncing between my legs, but I'm more concerned about my overfull blatter. The cramps are almost contineously now. We get to my peecorner, and order me on 2 legs.
Then I see the rubber tube that emerges from my peehole, there is a little valve on it. "I don't wan't my bitches messing up the house" I here him say, "so I decided to plug it ...
I start shaking on my legs, afraid my blatter may burst soon. "Or maybe let you pee. Should I let you pee, bitch ?" 'Please master, let me pee, pleeeaase master Tom.' "Maybe I will. Will you be a good bitch today, and obey
me?" 'yessssss Master' pain, pain in my blatter can't think anymore. just pain down there. "Will you present yourself better if I spank your nipples, your pussy or even your clit ? Spank and hurt yourself if I ask you to ?"
'yeeessssss Maaaaaster, I wiiillllllll' I howl in pain. With that, het grabs between my knees and opens the valve. My pee gushes out behind me, relieving the pressure on my blatter instantly.
He keeps the valve open until I'm empty, then closes it.

He leads me back inside, into the playroom, and orders me to his gynaecologist chair, my legs in the stirrups. He ties my legs, then puts on my wristcuffs and ties them
above my head to the back of the chair. Finally, he ties my waist to the chair with a leather belt. He picks up a box with rubber bands, and starts pulling them over my boobs al the way to the base, two at the time.
As he keeps adding bands, I feel my boobs grow painfull, like someone squeezes them with great force. 40 bands later, both my tits looks very swollen and reddish. He picks up two floggers and starts flogging me, rapidly, over my whole body.
I feel him slapping my tits, my belly, my inner thighs , my pussy , all at such a speed, I can't even determine where he hit me anymore. "keep your butt still" I close my eyes, and wait it out. Suddenly it stops, and I open my eyes.
He looks at me with a stern face, and I believe I see a small grin, as he starts over again, just as fast , but harder this time. smack smack! smack! smack! Again , I close my eyes, while he keeps hitting me for what seems an eternity.
He stops and I here his footsteps, yet I dear not open my eyes. More footsteps, closing in again. "look at me !" I open my eyes, and he shows me the paddle in his hand. Again, I get hit everywhere. " Keep looking at me, bitch !"
I open my eyes, seeing every slap hit me before the pain follows. My legs, pussy and stomach have turned dark red, my tits look more like huge tomatoes. He lays away the paddle, then returns with a riding crop.
This time, he skips my belly, but adds my clit to his target list. He hits my inner thighs very fast with soft venom strikes, left right left right, then switches to my pussy, tapping in softly.
His looks is glued to my face, as it dawns on me 'please master, my I have more ?' and then he hits my pussy with a fierce blow, and I scream out loud. he starts tapping my boobs, left right left right, then goes back to my pussy.
He gentle taps it again, looking for eye contact. 'Please master, may I have more' He gentle keeps tapping, spreading my pussy to direct his tpas on my clit. I feel my whole body shiver, in anticipation of the event to happen.
Smaaack! I howl from the pain "come come, show me you're a tough bitch" he patronizes me. My eyes widen in reaction to his words, and I see his smile again. Damn, just what he intended. He grabs some more rubber bands,
and makes a second belt of rubbers halfway down each boob. By now, I get a pretty good idea of how a balloon feels just before it's blow to pieces. With that, he starts tapping my left nipple, and again I start shivering,
fearsome of the pain to come. 'Please master, hurt my nipples' tap tap tap ... tap tap smaaack As I cry out, I already feel the tapping on the other side... tap tap tap ...tap tap ... ... tap tap tap smaaaack. Aaaawwwwww.
It feels like I'm gonna faint, and masters voice sounds distant as my head gets dizzy. Next thing I now, he stands next to me, gently rubbing my cheek. My arms are loose, and I embrace his trained body.
He holds me closely for many minutes, and I feel like he understands me, like we're ... connected. . He lets go, and takes a piece of rope, ties it to my clit and connects the other end to the front of my collar,
making it impossible to hold my head straight without hurting my clit. Next, he poors desinfectant on my abused tits. Then he rolls a table over, with a box on it. My heart starts pounding:
In it, there's a pile of surgicale needles, still in their protective caps. I can't even count them, and the must be some 6cm long. "Be a good bitch, keep your hands next to you, and your eyes open." Keeping my eyes open means - look as a pierce your already sore tits.
the rope prevents me from doing otherwise. With that he grabs a needle and pushes it in the bottom of my blood-red right boob. The pain is intense, but fades quickly. I see it sticking out some 3cm, 1cm base and 2cm of needle, meaning it's 3cm deep in my sore tit.
He keeps adding one needle after the other, until there are 20 needles at the bottom side of my tit. Then, he does the same on my other tit. Aaaaaaaaawwww, I scream, but he continues undisturbed. For a moment, try to trow my head back, but my clit quickly helps me reconsider that.
He returns to my right boob, and grabs another needle. Slowly, I see him approach my nipple, and I start shaking in fear. He grabs my nipple, and pushes the needle through sideways, ever so slowly. Aaaaaiiiiiiiiii Aaaaaaawwww Aaaw.
He grabs a new needle, and pushes it in next to the last. Aaaaawwww. He keeps adding needles in my pore nipple, following a circular pattern. When he moves to my left tit, I count eight needles on the right side.
He repeats the process on the other side, and so does my screaming. Aaaaaaaaawwwww aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii aaaahhhh aaaaaahhh aaaaaaiiiiiiiiii aaaahhhh aaaaaaiiiiiiiiii aaaahhhh. He returns to my right, now pushing in needle after needle on the inside of my boob.
He puts the cover caps nicely next to eachother, and I count 20 pieces, as he move to the other side once more. My breathing is very heavy, as he finishes this 20. Tireless, he returns to the right, now adding 20 more needles to the outside of my boob.
Then 20 more on the left boob. The adrenaline has taken over and the pain decreases, nevertheless I'm looking forward to the end, knowing he will add 20 more on top of each tit. He puts ten more needles in my boob,
then shifts to the other side, leaving me somewhat surprised. He adds the ten on my left, then he says "Your turn. It's time for you to prove tomorrows promise." I look at him with a silly look. OMG, do I have to push these last 20 in myself ?!
With that, he gives me a box with 20 needles. I shake as I uncap one, and move to my tit. I growl with each needle I push in, and I hear him joke "growl all you want bitch, but no biting". I breath out deeply after my last needle, proud of myself.
"Very beautifull, but something's missing" With that, he pulls out two 8cm long needles, slightly thicker then the others. My eyes nearly pop out, as he takes the first one, points it vertically on my nipple and starts pushing.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii. The needle is in, all the way to it's base. "now for your other nipple" Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii.
"And now the last two", I hear him say, and I start crying. He places them just below the other two, but still on my nipples, the pushes them both together. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
He removes the rope from my collar, then from my clit, as I'm sobbing uncontrolable. "Hold your head back" I obey, releasing the stress of my neck, and he ties my hands above me once more.
He pick up the crop again, and moves back over, as I watch his every move. He puts it on the needles and says " It looks as if most of them aren't in all the way, huh !" I start sobbing again. Next thing I know, he's tabbing the needles, forcing them deeper with each blow.
This time I can't control myself, and start squirming in a futile attempt to escape. "Now, what did you promise me this morning", he says agitated. I freeze in fear, holding still as he completes his work.
" You'll be punished for that little trick from just now. Maybe I should just sew your cunt shut forever, bitch ? to prevent you from making puppies ? And making peeing a living hell ?" I shake my head from left to right.
" huh" ' No master, please don't do that master. I won't move anymore, I promise.' "Too little to late slut. That's not gonna do it." 'please master, pleeeeeaaaase' "All right, here's a deal: I won't seal you indefinetely, but you prove you're willing to go that far to serve me"
'Yes master Tom, please tell me how , master'. He picks up eight more long thick surgical needles and an alligator clamp. "The clamp is to close your obscene wide spread pussylips over that moulding. You put four needles through each labia into the mould, then remove the clamp."
I start shaking again, but I nod, knowing I can do this. I can do this to please master Tom! With that, he releases my hands and gives me the clamp and needles. I pull my labia together over the moulding, and put on the clamp. The little teeth dig into my sensitive skin.
I take a deep breath, and push the first needle through my left labia. huummmmmmmmm. then the second huuummmmmm the third hmmmmm and the last one hmmmmm. I take a moment to control my breathing, then do the other side huuummmmmmmm huummmm huummmm huummm.
Proudly, I take the alligator clamp, which leaves bite marks and some pain when I remove it. I grin my teeth, as my labia want to reopen, stopped in their movement by the needles. "good, I'm proud of you"
He steps up to me with a pair of scissors, and cuts all rubber bands around my boobs in four motions. I scream out loudly, jerk my head and thrum my arms, first as he forces the scissors between each boob and its rubber bands, then as blood flows back into them.
He gently strokes the needles with his fingertops, making me jerk again. "No first" with that, he moves between my legs and removes the lowest needle ofr each labia, then the next.
I feel the tension rise with the pain, as less needles have to do the job. I sigh as the last needles are removed, and my pyssy opens again, showing the tip of the mould. "Now, let's get this thing out, shall we"
He picks up a vibrator, and holds it to my clit. The moment I start moaning, her removes it, making me moan again, from disappointement. He pulls out some giant corkscrew, and twists it into the mould. "Now work with me bitch, think your whelping puppies."
I start pushing, as he helps me with the corkscrew. He orders me, as if I were in labour (well, I sort off am) "push push push no breath" slowly, a few mm at the time, my pussy opens. Finally, after fitheen minutes of labour, the ting pops out,
leaving me and master surprised of it girth of more then 11cm. "Time for you to remove the needles", as he puts a box on my stomach. As I start removing the needles, master Tom put a vibrator on clit, and pushes four fingers up my cunt, stimulating me on my G-spot.
I quickly feel an orgasm approach, so I ask ' Please master, may this slave cum?' "All I see here are bitches" 'please Master, this bitch wants to cum. May the bitch please cum master ?' "Yes, go ahead" and with that, he forces his whole hand in my still very loose pussy.
He fucks me with it all the way through my first orgasm. An orgasm like none ever before, as all the endorfine makes my head dizzy. He turns the vibrator higher, and starts working with four fingers again. Within minutes, I climax once more, and my body shivers.
I'm making savage sounds and incomprehensible sentences, and keep pulling out needles, at the pain adds to my orgasm. Master Tom gives me another orgasms before all needles beside my nipples are gone. He sets the vibrator on high and pushes it in me, while I remove the
first needle in my nipple. By the time I've slowly pulled out the 16 small needles, I orgasm once more. Master Tom takes away the vibrator, and says "ok, now the last four" aaawww I slowly remove the first needle, milimeter by milimeter. then the second.
By the time the last one is out, my whole body is shaking again. Master Tom pust desinfectant on my boobs and my pussy, then he relaeses my legs. As I sit up straight, he gently embraces me. A smile of satisfaction appears on my face...

Lunchtime came quick, and as I crawl out of my cage towards my bowls, master says " no more bitches for now. If you want to become one, you will have the chance to say so after the three weeks."
With that, he makes me kneel on my lower legs next to him, hands on my thighs, waiting for master to offer me what he wants. I receive a plate filled with vegetables and a cut-up steak, together with a fork, which I enjoy eating.
"This afternoon we go out, go get a shower and then present youself for inspection. 'yes master'.

The afternoon starts chilly. With only shoes, a miniskirt and a top on, we were walking on a deserted countryside. Master speaks "I 'm a collector. I collect all sorts of plants and fruits. I'm gonna let you helps me today."
Why do I get the feeling this isn't going to be as easy as he makes it sound? I smile, knowing I'd try anything to make my master proud.
As we walk through the fields, master stops next to a blackberrie bush; "Look at them lovely leaves, we should take some with us" Master cuts of three branches, which I have to 'hide' on my top. I smile as the torns scratch me. Master will be proud of my marks tonight
He makes me shove some blackberries in my cunt as well, since he find them tasty. Next we find some gooseberries, and again master wants to take both the leave and the fruit with him. I force two gooseberries up my cunt, and add the leave to the blackberries leaves under my top.
We meet some fruit trees, and master ceases some cherries, some to eat, two to replace the one I lost a long time ago, my master smiles. The apple tree we meet gives us three apples, one for master to eat, one for me , and one for my cunt. Thank god it's a small one, I think,
not knowing how much longer our trip wil take. It's feel quite full down there. The holly gets a place under my top, which starts to look very weird by now. Taking another path back, we find this lovely chestnut tree. I like it, until master wants to bring a chestnut home,
shell included! I manage to get in partially in. It doesn't really matter that my pussy doesn't close, the spikes hold it in place ( and make me walk very funny). As we close in on the car, master sees some nettles.
There is no room left under my top, but master Tom solves that by sicking it between the belt of my skirt, bending it between my legs and to my pussy, as end of it stick out front and back. I walk astride, as we enter the car and head home.
Master sents me into the garden, where he makes me undress. He order met to stand, legs widespread, arms in my neck. Eagerly he picks up the nettles and whips my breasts with them. They are still very sore, but I suppress my screams, afraid of master's neighbours.
He keeps whipping until they are wasted. The, he uses the goosberrie leaves on my ass. I makes short screams, as the thorns dig in to my flesh. Master uses the holly on my stomach and my inner thighs. I feel my cunt get wetter and wetter.
Then master takes the blackberrie leave, and walks around me. Fear creeps upon me, knowing those things will tear my flesh. He comes up to my pussy, takes a big swing... and hits my pussy quite gently. He walks around me, and I hear the bush move.
Smack I yell, as the thorns cut my flesh. smack smack smack smack Masters blows rain down on me, as I struggle to hold position and totally feel in my intention to keep quiet. Apparently, there's nobody home after all.
Master smacks my ass some 20-30 times, before caressing the bloody ass cheeks. He walks to the front and squeezes my nipples. He pulls me closer by my nipples, and kisses me passionately on the mouth.
I'm ordered to sit on the grass, and push out his fruits. I whimper because of the chestnut shell, but the apple behind it makes it easy to push out. The cherries and berries are mostly crushed, and master makes me dig all of them out, and clean my fingers.
I can taste my own pussy, getting all excited by it. "Eat your apple, before you come inside. And take a shower" he says as he walks in.

The evening falls, as I suck masters cock while he watches TV. "You were good today. Tonight, you'll sleep in my bed" I get a warm feeling, and increase my efforts to give master an intens orgasm.
When he comes, I swallow every drop of it. As we go to bed, he orders me to undress, then cuffs my hands and wrists. He connects my ankkle cuffs, then my wrist cuffs in front of me.
He orders me to lay down, before he connects my wrists to my ankles, forcing my to sleep on my side in a bent position. He crawls in, pulls the sheets over us then pulls me closer , spooning me.
He grabs one of my sore breasts,but I feel happy nevertheless. I quickly fall asleep, with a smile on my face.

to be continued in part (6)...

 

 


12/31/2010 3:00:39 AM

Happy new year to all you other kinks out there !

 

Mijn beste wensen voor 2011. Hopelijk wordt het een opwindend jaar vol nieuwe ervaringen.


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 Clarksville, Tennessee