It was early Monday morning and I was getting a late start. I should have been up at 4:30 to prepare for you to wake up, but it was already 5:15. I quietly slipped out of bed praying that I wouldn't wake you. I knew that in 15 minutes you would stir and be looking for me.
I desperately needed to piss, but I didn't want to wake you to simply ask permission since I was already so far behind in my morning routine. I went to the bathroom and made myself as presentable as I could, and then made my way downstairs to start preparing a very quick breakfast, Unfortunately I didn‘t have the presence of mind to prepare your coffee as well.
As I made your breakfast my urge to piss came to the breaking point. I knew I had to go or I would risk pissing all over the kitchen floor. I darted into the downstairs bathroom and relieved myself figuring there is no way you would ever find out. Unfortunately, I also burned breakfast in the process.
At 5:30 I heard your alarm clock and I knew I should have had your cock in my mouth by then, giving you your morning wake up call. I rushed upstairs and knelt humbly before you, as you sat on the edge of the bed not looking very happy at all.
"Master, please. please. Forgive your slave girl, Sir, for not being prepared to serve you, this morning. She just completely lost track of time," I stammered.
"What kind of lame excuse is that, you insolent slut," you snapped. "Get your ugly self in the corner. Squat, with your legs wide against each of the corners. And, get your arms behind your head too. I'll take my pleasure with your mouth and then I'll have you over my knees to help remind you to be more aware of the time."
I scrambled to get in position; a position you knew would strain my knees since I was already wearing high heels. Then, I felt your big toe press into my cunt. Oh, dear god, that felt good. And, you took your time pressing it against my clit until it was on fire. Unexpectedly, you stepped back and pressed your cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and you drilled that magnificent rod into my mouth all the way down my throat.
My training as a cock sucker made it easier for me to accept your cock past my gag reflex, but the suddenness of your thrusting did make me tense up. And, it made me realize, the more so, that you were not pleased with me one bit.
As you forced your cock deep in my mouth you also grabbed my nipples, I thought for sure it was your intent to rip them off. Geeze they hurt.
As your cock swelled, I knew you were going to make me gag but again you surprised me when you withdrew from my mouth and squirted your cum all over my face and hair. What a degrading mess!
Just knowing that I had disappointed you was enough punishment for me, but your acts of displeasure were humiliating, and I began to cry. But, then I heard you tell me to come over to the small bench in the room and I remembered that you were going to spank me, bare assed; That thought made my poor cunt throb with excitement.
I laid across your knees like a little child. You held my dangling legs in place with your right leg and slid a finger into my needy cunt from behind. Oh, was I ready for you to let me cum. That was not going to happen, and I knew it.
Your right hand came down on my right ass cheek with sudden power. No warm up this morning!
I knew that first one would leave a mark. SMACK! the second one landed almost where the first one had, and I knew it was going to be a difficult day for me. I pressed my hips down on your legs to get relief. But oh no!
You saw that one coming, and swung your hand on to my left cheek as if to break it. The second smack landed just where the first had. SMACK. SMACK, SMACH. Over, and over, and over. My ass screamed in pain and I began to sob again. My tears were not just because of the hard spanking, but because I knew you were angry with me; and I was angry with myself for having disappointed you.
You soon pushed me off of your legs, and I thumped to the floor unceremoniously.
"Now slave girl, grab my leg and hump it. Better make it good cuz whatever you get in the way of relief will be the last you get all day!" I heard you yell at me.
I quickly gathered my bearings as best I could and began to hump your leg. Although I desperately wanted to cum I could not bring myself over the edge for I knew that you were disappointed in me, and I knew I had to confess all of my errors from the morning before my conscience would allow me any pleasure.
I stopped humping your leg and moved to kneel before you, keeping my eyes on the ground and my hands behind my back. I quietly said, with tears streaming silently down my cheeks, "Master, I have some confessions I must make, if you will allow it."
I heard you sigh in exasperation and shift on the bench and say, "What else is there slave? What more could you have possibly done wrong in such a short period of time?"
I swallowed hard, "Sir, you must already know that I did not get up on time? Did I wake you up when I got out of bed after all?"
These thoughts and many others raced through my head at a million miles a minute. Should I really confess everything?
Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't realize that I was wasting time but you grabbed my hair and yanked my head up to look at you and yelled, "Well?!?!? What is it??? I'm waiting!!!"
I was shaking at that point having never seen you so angry before, and simply collapsed before you in tears, sobbing incoherently, begging you for forgiveness, but still not saying what I had done and for what transgression I now needed your forgiveness.
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I knew there was something wrong, when she wasn't snuggled next to me or already between my legs. I reached for her, and she wasn't there. I'm so used to feeling her silky smoothness, her firmness, early in the morning that my heart seemed to even skip a beat.
I had met her at a party. Our eyes and inner needs seemed to draw us together magnetically. She was a vision in her short skirt and five inch heels. As far as I could tell, she was at the party without an escort. That just didn't seem possible.
Now we are inseparable. Just a few days after that party, she gave herself, her body, mind, and soul, to me. Her needs were transparent: she needed a strong man to love her and control her. And, I wanted, desperately, to be her Master. We are now committed lovers, best friends, and slave and Master, all at the same time. She lives with me 24/7 at my estate in Florida where I work. I keep her, warm, loved, and naked.
My slave girl had a name once ,and it does appear on her drivers license, but I just call her slave, She is my only slave. Her body is lithe and petite. She had studied ballet and interpretive dance for years and has the body of a dancer, except that she has big tits. Nothing wrong with that, but most professional dancers don't have the tits she has, I think, that fact alone kept her from the big time.
This slave of mine has some very interesting qualities beyond the fact that she has a dynamite body. She is very defensive, perhaps even shy and coy, and she has a big time sense of morality, right and wrong, and a tremendous sense of guilt.
Even after I spanked her for not waking in time to get my daily routine ready as I like it, she was holding something back and I knew it. Her body told me she had yet to tell me of some hidden transgression - perhaps not a big lapse, but one that was bothering her.
If I wanted to know badly enough I could have crushed her spirit and body so harshly that she would have confessed to just about anything, including that she had killed JFK. But, as I saw her huddled at my feet after I had spanked her so hard, I knew that she would find it in herself to finally confess what ever transgression she was holding back from me. I had time to wait!
"Get your skinny ass down stairs." I yelled at her. "And, get my breakfast on the table. And move!" I screamed.
"Oh my dear Master. That's what I need to confess to you, Sir. I burned your breakfast and forgot to make your coffee, Sir. I'm such a bad slave girl, I don't deserve any breakfast at all I and I need to be punished severely for letting you down so badly this morning, Sir.
"And Sir! To make matters worse, I took a piss with out permission, And, I failed to render proper homage to you, Sir, as well. I am unworthy to be your slave. You should put me out in the street, Sir."
She was sobbing real tears and her chest was heaving uncontrollably as she knelt with her head to the floor in front of me.
I used my foot to kick her in the ribs. She fell over and put her hands to her messy face.
"Please Sir, keep kicking me Sir, I'm just not worthy to be in your presence today or even forever. I'm ugly, and stupid, and my mind is a blur, not good for anything," she sobbed.
I retrieved a six foot single tail and snapped it against her right flank with just enough force to cause a red line to appear. She didn't flinch.
"Yes, Sir, Whip me hard and often! Mark my body. Make it suffer, Sir. That's all I'm good for Sir, Good for nothing, Good for being whipped!"
I struck her left flank!
Eventually, I guided her to the kitchen using the single tail. The kitchen was indeed a disaster area. She had spilled juice on the counter and the stove was gritty with burned eggs and bacon. The smell of burned toast still rose from the toaster.
I pressed her head to the floor with my bare foot and kicked her legs open as she continued to kneel with her ass is the air. I found a large dog bowl made of shinny aluminum and poured some cold milk on some unheated oatmeal in the bowl.
"Slave, even if I'm not going to get any breakfast, you will eat. Get your stinking face in the bowl and eat the oatmeal like a dog. Get your face in the bowl and lap it all up, I screamed"
She stopped sobbing and buried her face in the bowl making valiant attempts to slurp up the cereal. I kicked the bowl away from her several times just to see her crawl after it.
She actually finished the cereal and again began to cry.
"Slave, get your sorry ass upstairs and take a long cold shower. You don't belong in my presence looking like you do. Now, stand up, and run!"
She didn't run fast because of the heels, but her ass, all marked form the whip, did sway, and her tits bounced. It was a beautiful scene.
I made my own breakfast and considered what torments to inflict on my slave girl during the day. I knew she would expect worse that I intended to give her.
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I felt much better after I confessed to my darling Master my long list of transgressions that morning, even if he was disappointed with me. I would have felt much worse if I had not told him. I just can't lie to my Master.
I felt very degraded by eating from the bowl on the floor like a dog, losing the privilege of silver ware was so very demeaning, but I knew I deserved such treatment for being such a disobedient and lazy slave.
However, I was feeling sorry for myself that morning, wishing that Master would take pity on me and view me as his equal. I desperately wanted to be more than his slave, but I knew that was not to be, I would always be, in an erotic sense, inferior to him.
I had known from the beginning of our relationship that it would be based solely around a shared interest in the lifestyle we chose. But, I also know, from daily experience, that my Master loves me and cares deeply about me. I know that when he punishes me, He does so because he loves me, and because he knows I crave his the pain. He knows I'm a pain slut pure and simple, and get pleasure from the suffering he inflicts on me.
I was a little hurt when he sent me away to take a cold shower, I had the impression he did not want me in his sight. which really hurt my undeserving pride. I was afraid he was going to torment me, and then leave me to my own devices as he did his work for the day. I desperately disliked it when Master did not want me to be around him. I needed to be in his presence and to feel his love for me and dominating control over me.
Once I finished my cold shower, and applied my makeup and skin creams I snapped on my little cunt bell. Not sure what to do, I knelt with my head pressed to the floor not sure what I should do next.
It wasn't long before I heard his voice screaming for me. Even with his voice piercing the air angrily, I felt certain relief just hearing his voice and the juices in my cunt started to flow. My Master was calling for me.
I laced my five inch heels and put on my leather slave collar and ran to his office door. I knelt on all fours and knocked to receive permission to enter. He ignored me which is so difficult to bear, and my heart suck. I dared not knock again.
Eventually, Master said, "So there you are, lazy slut, crawl over here and render homage to my feet."
Sweeter words were never spoken. He was at his desk so I had to wiggle under the keyhole space and render homage while I pressed my mouth to his unshod feet. Once in position, I knew well to stay there until he let me rise.
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This slave is so very dedicated to me, and I love her for that dedicated commitment. I understood that she needed me to punish her for her laziness and poor communication earlier.
"Now, slave, stand here beside me. Show me your best standing position."
It seemed like she just flew to my side. Her legs were exquisite; firm and shapely. The high heels made her cute ass arch beautifully and she held her arms behind her head in such an exaggerated way that her tits pointed straight out in front of her.
"Nothing like a well built and well toned slave girl," I thought. "Spread you legs, slut," I growled.
She was on my left side and I let my left hand drift across her ass and I began to finger her runny cunt. I felt the clit bell and was aroused by the fact that she was thoughtful enough to have worn it. I thought I'd heard it tinkle, earlier, but I wasn't certain. I tugged on the bell, and she stiffened at the discomfort. As I played absent mindedly with her clit, she seemed to stiffen in her attempt to maintain her position.
"Don't you dare cum, slave girl, or I'll have a field day on your delightful body," I taunted.
"May I speak freely, Master," she said.
"Make it quick, I'm busy here can't you see that," I responded.
"Master, I'm so very sorry for disappointing you today. May I also say, Sir, that you are so very effective at bringing me to a cum, that I'm not able l to control myself much longer, Sir."
"If you cum, slave, I will punish you, and you know I mean that. Don't your slave?" I told her in a matter of fact tone.
"Oh yes, Master, I know you will punish me harshly, Sir, but I'm just over the edge now. I'm shuddering and quaking as you play me like an instrument, Sir."
Her knees buckled and she tensed her muscles in the midst of a throbbing cum. She couldn't prevent it. I smiled! The first cum rolled over to a second and third one. Her eyes were closed. Her head was back. Every muscle in her body seemed to have a part in her cum; she was such a mess!
"You know, I will punish you slave, for that act of defiance, don't you?"
"Yes, Master, I'm so sorry. I just lost control just like I lost track of time earlier. Please punish me, Sir. Help me to be a better slave girl for you. Punish me. Hurt me. Make me suffer, Sir."
“Now, go to the Chamber, slave! Stand in front of the punishment rack. Put on a blindfold and place a large penis gag securely in your mouth. Take hold of the cuffs on each side of the upper part of the frame. Spread your legs so your feet touch each side of the lower part of the frame. I'll let you think about what I'll do to you next," I whispered in her ear.
When I came into our punishment and discipline chamber about thirty minutes later, my slave was crying softly. Her perfect body gasped for air intermittently as she sobbed. She was spread wide before me, waiting for me to secure her tightly to the whipping frame. She wasn't crying because of the punishment she was about to receive, but more because she knew I was disappointed in her.
"Calm down, slave girl; Just calm down! Yes, I'm going to make you suffer. And your body will be sore for awhile, but in the end, you will be a better slave for the experience," I told her as I began to fit her wrists and ankles into the soft leather cuffs already in place on the frame.
I pulled on her nipples and touched her clit. Her response told me she was ready. Her shapely legs, and ass were accentuated by the arch given by her six inch heels and I knew that every muscle in her body was tense from the strain and the excitement she felt.
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I was relieved to hear my Master’s reassuring voice when he entered the chamber and found that I was crying. I knew that he would know exactly what I was thinking. Master always knows what I'm thinking.
I desperately wished that I could his expression but that is not to be because of the blindfold. I know better than to move from my position, I feel him walk behind me as he bound me to the whipping frame. I can’t help but fear what will come next!
Will he use the crop? The whip again? The cane? Something worse? Will he punish me right away or will he continue to torment me further by making me wait?
I desperately hoped that he would punish me swiftly and harshly, and forgive me for my severe transgression, but in a sense I feel slighted. He knows my body so well. He knows all of my reactions, and he knows that I would be unable to stop myself from cumming during my punishment.
However, I also knew that he knows how much of a pain slut I am. He knows that a whipping can serve to heighten my sexual pleasure. And, it is erotic for him to inflict pain on me as well. He is not the kind of sadist that would withhold pain and pleasure just to make me crazy though; he want's me to enjoy by submissiveness to him.
I anxiously awaited what he would do next. I was shocked when I felt him touch my clit, and pull my nipples. I desperately wanted to cum, but I knew he would not allow it until my full punishment had been completed.
I heard him walk away, and walk around the chamber, picking up different implements of torture as he went.
Without warning he attached alligator nipple clamps to my nipples. The gag muffled my scream. He spanked my ass hard and whispered, “Keep quiet slave,” in my ear maliciously.
I vowed that I would keep quiet no matter what torture he inflicted on my body. He knew of my fear of the cane, and picked it up and swished it through the air with a flick of his wrist. I was unsure whether it was his intent to scare me, or if he actually planned to use it on me. Never before had he actually struck me with a cane.
He continued to walk around me, randomly swishing the cane through the air, and then, again without warning, he brought the cane down hard on my ass. And, then another. I seemed to float...my mind went to a softer place. I could sense my Masters love for me, yet I knew he was still wielding the cane.
Then, I felt his body pressed against my back and against the welts on my ass. He reached around me to softly hold my tits. His embrace was reassuring despite the fact that I was still stretched wide and vulnerable. His warmth brought me back to the land of the living.
"Thank you master for who you are and what you are to me, and for punishing me today Sir," I recall saying to him in hushed tones.
Master came face-to- face with me, took my head in both of his hands and kissed me passionately and tenderly on the lips. He felt around me to the welts on my ass and I immediately got goose bumps and knew I would have a hard time sitting down for a few days.
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While my slave was hanging from the whipping frame I decided to take a few photos of her. My private collection of pictures of her is really quite amazing. Even she likes to admire herself in the poses I have taken, framed, and hung on the walls of the chamber. These shots would be the first of her with welts on her ass.
It was already clear that she was ready for anything. Her cunt juice oozed down her magnificent thighs and her nipples and clit were as hard as pebbles.
I loosened her ankle cuffs and when she stood up it became easier to release her wrist cuffs. I decided to make her life difficult for her while I got some work some, so I had her put on another pair of six inch wrap-around-the-ankle heels, the clit clamp and bell, her high neck collar and a twelve inch ankle hobble. Then, I tied her elbows together leaving her wrists and hands free to do any work I assigned her.
Just watching the slave girl mince around the house was arousing in itself, But, I also decided to bring her next to my desk periodically that morning so that I could tease her clit.
"When you are ready to cum, slave girl, just let me know," I told her.
Of course, I never intended to give her any release, but she certainly begged me hard enough. On other occasions her begging would have persuaded me to let her have the relief she need, but, not on this day, at least not then. She was mad with tension by about 11 when I told her to get me a cup of coffee.
"Master, how can I do that with my arms tied behind me, Sir? she asked, in a whiney sort of way.
"Slave, I'm not here to give you ideas on how to carry out my orders, I just expect that you will find a way. Now get going and do as I say. Oh, and by the way, I want you to crawl to the kitchen and back while holding a Styrofoam cup of the coffee in your teeth. Now get going."
I knew she had the room to maneuver her hands sufficiently to make the coffee and that she could get the cup back to me without spilling it if she as careful. I swatted her ass with my right hand, and I waited.
Sure enough she soon arrive at my door with the cup in her teeth. She was sweating from the exertion. I took the cup from her and patted her on the head in appreciation of her effort.
"Stand up, slave girl., let me see your body some more. Pose for me," I demanded.
Her efforts to please me were extraordinary. I promised her a few cums later if she was a good slave girl for the afternoon. Little did she know, what was in store for her.
I had received a call from Mark, a friend of mine, while she struggled to make my coffee. He also had a slave girl. Her name was Anna. Mark had actually purchased Anna from a slave training compound in Dresden, Germany. She had never known freedom.
Anna was a big, strong, girl with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and big, firm, tits. She had a long blonde braid which helped him control her but his normal mode of control was an electric collar, which seemed to do the job quite well. Mark had paid a small fortune for her.
Even though she had been well trained to serve and obey Mark, Anna had apparently been acting up recently, and my Mark asked for my assistance in disciplining her because he knew I had a well outfitted punishment chamber.
The chamber was fitted with a St. Andrews cross, a Y rack, a wooden pony, a whipping post, a sturdy metal whipping frame, a hard leather spanking bench, a pillory, and an overhead pulley system which was sufficient to move around anyone even while inverted.
After a brief conversation, Mark and I had decided that he would bring Anna to my estate naked and blindfolded. To add to her discomfort, Anna would be disciplined by my slave, who was probably 8 inches shorter and 60 pounds lighter than Anna. Anna would be required to provide services to me, Mark, and my slave as we required.
I told my slave girl of the plan and that she would be required to punish Anna on at least four of our chamber furnishings. She was also told, that if she was not proficient in the punishment she applied that we would let Anna have her at her mercy.
When Anna arrived, and was inside the candle lit and sound proofed chamber, Mark pushed her to her knees and removed her blindfold. My little slave was wearing her very high black vinyl hose and 6 inch vampy heels. Her arms were covered over her elbows in leather gloves. Her waist was narrowed to 20 inches in a tight cincher and she wore a face covering; a dark feathered, mask.
"Mark grabbed Anna by the hair and said, "For the rest of the day, you will be tested and punished by your new mistress here, Bow to her. Obey her quickly all the time. She will hurt you every chance she gets. My friend and I will watch you suffer. Do you understand, you stupid cunt.?"
Anna, moved to get her head to the floor of the chamber, and she meekly, said, "Yes Master, I know the rules, Sir."
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I was nervous, never before had Master required me to punish another slave. I was not at all comfortable with the idea, but I knew I had no choice, Master had made sure of that.
I knew that if I did not perform well, not only would Master put me at the mercy of Anna, but I would suffer his wrath as well, and I did not want to disappoint my darling Master yet again.
I took a few moments to gather my bearings and then ordered Anna to crawl over me with her hands behind her head.
“You stupid, cunt, spread our knees, and tell me why you are her in front of me.”
“I been a bad slave, and you are going to beat me.” she answered.
I slapped her across both cheeks immediately. Her head swung like it was on a swivel and her cheeks turned a rosy red.
“Now, lift your tits, one in each hand so that I can whip them, right here right now,” I commanded. “You do want me to whip them, don’t you, slut,” I taunted.
Anna was slow to respond. Eventually I heard a faint, “Yes mistress, I do want you to whip my tits, Mistress.”
I snapped the crop against her right nipple. Ten snaps against her full and well shaped tits seemed to do the trick,. Anna kept her head lowered and demonstrated a more slave-like posture with me after that.
“Don’t you ever answer my questions in that tone of voice, you stupid cunt. I’m your Mistress now and you will address my with respect, do you hear me?” I yelled as I slapped her in the face twice more.
With that bit of protocol out of the way, I sent her to the spanking bench. She was reluctant to position herself on the bench so I grabbed the nearest crop and whipped her hard across the ass with it several times which seemed to jump start her a bit.
Once she realized I was indeed confident, willing, and able to inflict pain on her, she quickly moved to obey me, and crawled over to the spanking bench, got up on it, and waited for me to bind her to it.
I did not move to bind her to it right away. I made her wait in anticipation of what I would do next. I simply stood off to the side and watched her as she grew more and more impatient, waiting for her to move out of position, and she did not disappoint me, she soon moved from position, and I quickly whipped her with the crop again, this time hitting the back of her thighs, rather than her ass.
She yelped in surprise when the whip struck her thighs, having not expected the expertness with which I could yield the crop. My aim was impeccable. I had caught her exactly where I had wanted to and quickly repeated the action, hitting her nearly in the same spot 10 times in a row.
“Do not move from your position you insolent slut,” I whispered maliciously in her ear.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I was doing a good job. I glanced toward Master but he only glared at me, and motioned for me to continue, and Master Mark seemed rather impassive.
I gave her a moment to calm down from the whipping, and then I bound her tightly to the spanking bench. Once she was bound, I slowly walked around her, alternating between touching her erotically, and whipping her with the crop.
I heard Master Mark sigh in impatience and knew that I needed to move along and quickly. I blindfolded and gagged her, and retrieved a different crop from the wall.
I whipped her ass with the crop until Master Mark interceded by simply saying, “Enough!”
I was frustrated that my Master and Master Mark were having me punish her, and still running the show. It didn’t seem fair, but I did not want to let my feelings be known so I simply stopped the whipping and gave her a few minutes to recover.
Once she had had a few moments to calm down, I removed the gag and blindfold and unbound her. I gave her a pair of clover clips, a penis gag, and a blindfold, and told her to crawl over to the whipping frame, apply the items of her own torture, and then put her hands and ankles where they needed to be in order to be bound.
Rather than secure her wrists to the frame, I just pulled her long braded hair over the top of the frame and pulled her head up tightly. Her legs were pulled wide but her arms were still free. I left the room for a moment, but returned with a very strong, and uniquely formulated, sensitizing cream. I generously applied it to her cunt and ass, and watched her squirm in her bonds from the pain. Her eyes filled with tears.
After watching the cream take effect, I took a pair of alligator clips and attached them to her cunt, and she screamed through the gag. I watched her writhe again in pain.
I did not enjoy making another slave girl suffer, but I didn’t want to displease my Master either, so I took a flogger, removed the clips from her cunt without warning, and began to flog her back, only using half my strength at first.
I heard my Master clear his throat and knew that he didn’t think I was making Anna suffer enough. I flogger her back even harder.
“Slut, I remember you were eager to have me crop your tit’s a while back, so I‘m giving you another opportunity to tell me if you want me to flog your tits. A simple nod of your head will suffice to make your point.” She nodded! “Now use your hands to present your tits to me to be whipped,” I commanded.
To have one girl whip another girls tits with a flogger is just about the ultimate degradation. And, I was relentless. To be sure the flogger I chose did not damage her or even leave welts but the thudding pain was relentless. I made her hold her tits out for me so I could flog them properly. I know it was difficult for her to be a part of her own suffering. Poor Anna could hardly catch her breath and she began to sweat profusely.
Once she had been well flogged, I released her from the frame. She dropped to her knees on the hard chamber floor, and started to sob. I again gave her a few moments to regain her composure.
After she seemed to be breathing properly, I hung her, by her ankles, in an inverted position with her legs spread wide from the overhead pulley system. Her ankles were encased in special bindings to prevent an accidental fall and that also protected her from chaffing.
Once she was in position, I slipped ice cubes deep into her cunt and ass. I allowed a few moments for the ice to take effect. It didn’t take long before Anna was shaking from the temperature drop. To warm her up, I began to whip her ass with another flogger until the ice inside her had melted. I left her hanging for a while, as I considered what I should do next.
I decided to put her on the St. Andrew’s cross. I had her move to the cross and stand in position to be bound to the cross and retrieved the titty tower. Knowing from personal experience that it was no fun, I attached the tower’s clips it to her nipples, and kept pulling her already tender nipples out from her body until her body was shaking uncontrollably. Soon after she fainted. I splashed water in her face to bring her around, and released her, while deciding how to further torment her.
I could tell that Master Mark was very aroused as he watched his slave girl suffer at my hands, and I decided to take a chance, risking punishment, and involved him. I invited Master Mark to lay down on the king sized bed we have in the chamber so that he could enjoy all the favors Anna could bestow on his engorged cock.
He thought that was a great idea. I helped him out of his clothes. I mentioned, that if he didn’t mind, I’d whip Anna’s ass as she knelt between his legs to service his cock with her mouth, and then I’d leave them together to finish out the late afternoon on their own. Master Mark was quite satisfied with those suggestions.
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Mark gave me the high sign to indicate that his expectations had been met for Anna’s punishment. Anna was well marked and would not soon forget her treatment at my slave girl’s hand.
To celebrate her excellent work during the afternoon, I decided to take her to dinner and then to my club for some more entertainment. My club is in reality a BDSM club, owned and operated by me and six other partners for our enjoyment. For a rather hefty annual fee, others can join as members, but each member must prove they are experienced Masters with willing slaves or submissives, and health records must be provided.
My slave knew she was going to be in for a night of it when I told her to insert her remotely controlled butt plug and to wear her, custom fitted, chastity belt and then give me the key.
She had been trained to be able to cum with only anal stimulation and she could guess that she would get plenty of that while at dinner. I had her wear full length high hose and six inch heels, a short leather skirt, a leather shelf bra, and a white silk blouse along with her slave collar. She would stop traffic in that outfit!
My slave girl rode to the restaurant with her skirt pulled over her lap and was required to sit on her hands with her legs wide apart. I made it a point to run the butt plug for just a few seconds at a time during our travels and slave was moaning in repressed passion when we finally arrived.
I asked our head waiter to seat us along the back row of tables; but one in which we could see everyone and that we could be seen. In truth, my slave gets many of her kicks by being humiliated by me. And, I love to test her courage and submission to me in public as well.
She knew I would drive her to the edge of a cum many times as I could while we ate that night. She was under orders to look into my eyes unless she was using a knife to cut her meat.
I controlled the remote on and off as I had done in the car and slave began to tense up - but, she was smiling as well; always a good sign.
I said, in a voice just loud enough for others to hear, “Slave, would you enjoy having a cum with your desert and coffee, sweetheart?”
She could barely speak! She knew there was only one right and truthful answer to that question, but she kept silent with her beautiful eyes directed at mine.
“Slave, I’ve I asked you a direct question,” I said. “Now, answer me!”
“Yes, master, may I please cum now, Sir, you have me all in a state.” She glanced around to see if her words had been heard by anyone else nearby. I turned the control to run at top speed on automatic.
It took less that ten seconds before her eyes seemed to roll back in her head, for her posture to stiffen, and for her fingers to claw at the tablecloth. Her cums seemed to arrive in rolls as she maneuvered slightly in her chair for about five minutes. I turned the control to ‘off’, and told her to open her eyes.
I stared at her nipples, which by this time were in full bloom. She saw my stare and blushed. “Master, do you have to show me off so indecently?” she asked, quietly. I just smiled. She knew that I was proud of her and I knew she was pleased for herself by submitting to me so compliantly.
“Master, I need to go to the ladies room, May I go now, Sir?” she asked.
“No, slave girl, if you have to piss, take your unseemly little body out in the parking lot and piss out there,” I told her. I guess she didn’t have to go as badly as she originally thought.
The waiter came to serve the bill and he was having difficulty hiding his erection. “When we leave, slave, I want you to give the waiter a big wink and a broad smile. I’ve given him a nice tip, but your smile will be what he remembers.”
When we arrived at the club, the valet helped slave from the car and looked appreciatively at her marvelous legs. He couldn’t help stare at her well proportioned tits and still hard nipples either. He knew her from earlier visits, and said , “Nice to see you again Ma’am.”
“Listen here young man, that’s enough of that, or you’ll be looking for a new job in the morning,” I growled at the kid.
Slave actually liked the club. Everyone treated her well. She knew many of the members and their slaves, and always took in more of what was going on than I did. She was a student of the slave girl mind.
We were both entertained by a young Master and his even younger slave. She might have been twenty one but the odds were against it. He had her upside down and in every conceivable pose and position known to the fertile mind of man.
She was drop dead gorgeous, and as lithe as a girl could be. Her long brunet hair flew all over the place. She clearly was enjoying herself, and if all of her noisy moans and groans were any indication, she had not a bit of regard to the appreciative crowd. The guy fucked her and filled every hole. He made her take all of his cum from inside her on her fingers and clean them off in her mouth.
My slave was a trained dancer herself, yet was impressed with what that youngster could do with her body. The crowd was impressed as well, and the applause at intermission was sustained.
At the break, I made my announcement. “I have the key to my slaves chastity belt in my hand. I’m going to auction it off now. The highest bidder gets to take off her skirt and the belt. She will then finger fuck herself right at the winners table for you many, many times, for your enjoyment. I’ll give the winning purse to the couple entertaining us tonight as an additional show of our appreciation for the wonderful display of compliant and erotic sex.” Slave blushed from ear to ear as she heard my pronouncement.
The highest bidder was my friend Mark, who had brought his slave Anna with him, welts and all. I gave the chastity belt key to mark and he immediately handed it to Anna. My slave was going to have to finger fuck herself for the enjoyment of the slave she had cruelly whipped earlier in the day. What irony! There was no doubt but that Anna reveled in my slaves humiliation!
When she had cum for about the twenty fifth time, Anna told her to continue right on. And, I nodded my assent to that request. Slave was all to ready to comply.
When she finally had her last cum, I motioned for her to return to my table and said, “Slave, give me the chastity belt, it is too expensive to leave here. Take your skirt to the hat check girl and leave it there. Have the valet boy bring the car. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
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My Master can be both erotically inventive and harsh. He knew the valet boy would certainly remember this evening as the one where I approached him alone in the club parking lot naked from the waist down. And, Master knew I would find the humiliation of such public exposure erotic and rousing.
The lad told me again that he was so glad to see me again; and his intentions were certainly lecherous as he held the door for me to get in Masters car.
“Would you like to touch her, boy?” came the voice I knew to be my Master’s.
“No! No Sir,” the boy stammered.
“Well, of course you would! Don’t sound so stupid. If you would enjoy it, you can take her back behind the building and spank her. Would you like that?”
I was pretty sure, my Master was just making the kid nervous but I couldn’t be entirely sure.
“Sir, that is an interesting idea, Sir. But, I’m sure if I did lay a hand on the lady, that you’d have me fired. With the times being hard, nowadays, I wouldn’t want to lose my job. Just maybe having the lady over my knees would be worth losing my job… no, I guess not. So I’ll pass, Sir”
The kid was sporting a hardon by that time. And, I was getting turned on by the whole scene. Master, tossed the fellow a silver dollar and we sped away with my legs spread wide into the cool evening air.
“Slave girl, I understand you well enough to know that you are dripping cunt juice on my car seat by now. So, I want you to finger fuck yourself from now until we arrive back at the estate. You will count each cum out loud to me and you must get up to at least twenty before I stop the car or you will be punished still further,” my dear Master whispered over the engine noise.
“Oh, my dear god, these are powerful, Sir, number ten,” I said. I wasn’t paying too much attention to the traffic, but I could hear the horns of trucks tooting as Master slid by them in the passing lane. I guessed that since my ankles were up around my ears by that time they might have been tooting in appreciation. At that stage, I didn’t care.
“Number eighteen, Sir,” I panted. Then I looked up to see the estate gates right in front of my eyes. “Oh damn, now what will he do to me?” I thought. The security lights lit up the columned entrance.
“Slave girl, you have failed to meet my demand and you will be punished,” Master said, in a rather casual manner. “Take off all of your clothes and throw them in the back of the car. Get out here and crawl to the front door on your hands and knees. Wait there like a good girl and wait for me to let you in. Do you understand, my sweet pet?”
I hadn’t crawled ten feet as Master pulled down the long drive way, when lights from an oncoming car lit up the lawn across which I was crawling. My heart skipped a beat as a million unpleasant thoughts raced through my brain. As luck would have it, the sound of that car lessened and the headlights dimmed away from the house, as I continued my humiliating crawl.
I awaited, still kneeling at the door, naked, under the full glare of the bright security lights. It was a long cold wait; one I knew my Master enjoyed!
“Well! Well! Well! Look what just came crawling back home! Come on in pet and get those cold nipples inside here,” he tauted. “You want me to pet you? Just nod your head, pet.”
I nodded my head, because I really did want to feel his heavy hands on me.
“Do you want me to fuck you, pet?” he said with a lilt in his husky voice. “Just nod your head, pet. In fact, do better than that pet, beg me to fuck you, pet.”
Ooooh he was a devil. He knew my clit was shivering and pulsating and that if I didn’t cum soon, all my cunt juices would clog my brain. Oh, yes I needed him to fuck me and I needed a zillion cums after the day I just had.
“Pease, Master, have mercy on your unworthy slave girl, and pet, Sir. She needs to cum and she begs you to fuck her juicy and needy cunt, Sir. Please, please, Sir, fuck me hard, Sir,” I pleaded.
“Lick my boots pet! Let me know how much you love to serve me!”
Master was dragging this whole scene out and it was making me even more excited for his wonderful cock. I raised my ass and lowered my face to his boots and licked those boots like never before. He reached down to pet my head and my skin burst into a shivering mass of erotic tension. He picked me up in one easy move and kissed me hard. I was in his bed in no time flat, and soon he was as naked as I was.
Master fucked me every which way but loose. It was a grand day for a poor slave girl. He rode me hard. He encased me in my chastity belt, wet, yet with a big satisfied smile.
I’m sure he’s waiting to see just how well behaved I’ll be tomorrow.
The End