His Sex Slave---Part 1

Marcie actually had become used to being a sex-slave. Although she technically belonged to Hans, she was used by Hilda, his second cousin, as well. The very well endowed blonde had become equally adept at sucking Her pussy as well as His cock She knew the drill. Every morning before he took His shower, the tall handsome man-of-the-house would enter the bedroom, with her still bound hand and foot to the large poster bed, and mount her so that his stiff manhood pointed directly at her soft lips. After she had swallowed every drop, he’d pat her lovingly and kiss her lightly on the cheek. Then an hour later, Hilda would enter, jam her wet pussy in Marcie’s face and ride her to orgasm.

Then for the rest of the day, Marcie was Hilda’s bitch. After breakfast there were always chores to do around the house and the tall dominant short cropped blonde acted quite the task mistress. Marcie was spanked repeatedly for even the slightest oversight, but that wasn’t all. She was whipped, cropped and strapped whenever the domineering woman desired it. Once while cleaning one of the bathrooms, Hilda suspended Marcie from the shower rod and put wooden clothespins on her nipples and pussy lips. She even teased the suffering long haired blonde by playing with her clit until Marcie was about to come, but cruelly stopped short. Then at lunch, it would be another helping of Hilda’s pussy. The afternoon usually consisted of Marcie entertaining some of Hilda’s female friends. The slave’s body was used and abused. Then Hans would return around five-thirty and Marcie would be double teamed.

Today, however, was Saturday and Marcie stirred as much as she could, wondering what her Master had in store for her today? She smiled brightly when she saw the dominant duo enter her bedroom. They each kissed her on the cheek and to her surprise untied her from her bindings. Surprisingly, the slave was allowed to shower and get dressed. They took her out to a pancake house and spoke to her amicably, not giving any hint of what was going on at home. Hans and Hilda were great conversationalists and Marcie thoroughly enjoyed their company.

The sex-slave thought for sure she’d be in for it when they returned to the house, but to her further surprise they allowed her to rest. In fact, neither one touched her at all for the rest of the morning and afternoon. She would need her strength for later that evening, she was told.

But of course, she was still kept naked and tied spreadeagled to her bed. Going out to breakfast was the first time she’d been allowed to wear any clothing at all since Hans brought her here four days ago. Now, however, it was back to the usual. Marcie, on the other hand, was getting used to being naked around them.

She must’ve dosed off for awhile, but she heard Hans’ voice calling her. She smiled when she saw his handsome face looking down at her.

“We will be entertaining some guests tonight,” he said in an authoritative voice. “And I want you to be on your best behavior!”

“Yes Master,” Marcie replied as she looked up into his hazel eyes.

“You will be used in any manner I see fit!”

A few questions did arise in her mind, but she decided it would be a good idea if she just went along with it. He continued.

“If you embarrass me in any manner, there will be severe repercussions!”

She swallowed hard. “Yes Master.”

At that point Hilda entered the room and Hans looked at her. “Make sure our little slave here is showered and smelling nice.”

“Yes Hans I will,” the tall blonde replied as she began to loosen Marcie’s bonds. At that point the tall German man exited the room and Hilda escorted the slave to the shower by the leash attached to her collar. The short cropped woman smiled at Marcie as she turned on the warm water. Hilda then removed the slave’s collar and leash and allowed her to enter the shower stall. Then to Marcie’s surprise, Hilda stripped and came in with her. There was a sharp contrast between the two women’s bodies. Hilda was tall and lean with smallish breasts, that hung on her chest like lemons. Marcie, on the other hand, was short with bountiful mammary organs that resembled grapefruits.

“Ooh, let me soap up these melons for you,” Hilda said gleefully as she soaped up a wash cloth. Marcie didn’t want to irritate the taller woman, so she gladly agreed. Breasts, tummy, thighs, back, buttocks and legs were all visited by Hilda’s lathered cloth. The long haired blonde didn’t mind it a bit when Hilda started washing between Marcie’s legs. In addition the slave enjoyed the sensuous feeling immensely when the other woman rinsed her off, especially when the soothing spray reached her clit.

Then Hilda was done...with phase one that is. She handed Marcie another wash cloth and told her to reciprocate. This time it was Hilda who got her whole body lathered and rinsed off. But, there was one difference. After Marcie returned the favor and bathed Hilda’s honeypot, the taller dominatrix forced the other woman to her knees and made her tongue dry her pussy. That action resulted in a thunderous orgasm as Hilda leaned against a wall and held Marcie’s face to her crotch by her hair.

The ladies then stepped out of the shower, toweled each other off, after which Hilda led Marcie back to the bedroom by her leash and collar.

Meanwhile, downstairs Hans was preparing to greet his guests, all of whom practiced bdsm. There would be Masters and Mistresses coming with their respectful slaves of both genders in tow. Hilda made sure every room in the house was spotless, which is why she was so stern with slave Marcie about cleaning so precisely. He would indeed be using the well equipped dungeon this evening and he made sure each implement was neatly arranged. In addition, he had to make sure he stayed near the intercom which buzzed when a guest pulled up to the gated entryway in his or her vehicle. This had a dual purpose. He could greet each invited visitor and screen out any unsavory interlopers. Hans allowed one car at a time through and there was ample parking space around the long circular driveway in front of the house. Hilda, in the meantime, was getting ready herself. Since Marcie would be kept naked during the party, it was just a matter of making sure she smelled good. On the other hand Hans’ second cousin had to get herself dressed, which meant black silk panties, a black leather bra, a tight leather button down blouse with a low v-neck and a short leather skirt. This was accented by a pair of thigh high leather boots. This outfit made the wiry blonde haired woman look rather stunning.

“Come on ladies, the guests will be here soon!” Hans announced with a bit of urgency in his voice.

A minute later, Hilda led the sex-slave Marcie down the stairs by her ever present leash and collar. The slave was made to kneel at the door with her wrists bound behind her. Her assigned task was to greet each Master or Mistress with a kiss upon their feet, but she was not to greet any submissive in that manner.

It was a little past seven o’clock when the buzzer to the intercom indicated someone was at the gate. Hans immediately recognized the resonant, rich voice of Mistress Grace, a frequent guest at these gatherings. Without hesitating he admitted the lady at once. Two minutes later he greeted the regal looking brunette at the front door. The dignified lady of thirty something smiled warmly at the tall Germanic man, who was dressed in all black leather and rushed into his arms for a rib-hugging embrace.

“It’s always great to see you Mistress, welcome.”

“Happy to be here Hans...You always have the best parties. I wouldn’t miss it.”

With the medium height Mistress was her slave, kyle. She had him on a leash that was attached to a neck collar with his wrists bound behind him. The short, slight black- haired man was also naked except for a pair of red bikini panties. Since it was dusk out and besides having the fence surrounding the property, nobody on the outside could really see the state he was in. Besides, Mistress Grace didn’t care anyway.

“Glad to see you’ve brought your slave, Mistress.” Hans uttered with a wry smile.

“Thank you Sir, I plan to make practical use of your dungeon tonight,” she replied as she returned the same smile.

At that point Hans’ slave, Marcie, leaned over at the Mistress’s feet and kissed the top of her booted foot. Hans smiled proudly down at her and then looked back at Grace. “This my new slave who I acquired this week.”

“Oh she is lovely Hans and so obedient.”

“I hold your opinion in high regard Grace, thank you.”

Then the buzzer indicated another visitor had arrived. A low male voice came through the speaker. Hans smiled. “Welcome Michael, please enter.” Hans greeted his second visitor at the door. The two men shook hands immediately. The new arrival was Master Michael, another frequent attendee at these functions. He too was wearing the dress code of the evening, black leather. He too led his slave in by a leash with her wrists bound behind her. She was totally naked.

And like the obedient slave she was, Marcie also kissed the top of his shoe upon entering.

This occurrence happened four more times as each of the invited dominants entered. When they all had arrived, there were an equal number of Masters as there were Mistresses and each brought a slave. This made for an even number of men and women, as well as an equal amount of dominants and submissives.

Initially, there was a happy hour where each of the participants could renew acquaintances or make new ones. Hans took the opportunity to introduce his new sex-slave, Marcie to all and announced that she would receive a get acquainted spanking in the dungeon where all Doms and Dommes could participate.

Hilda, as well, greeted all the guests warmly. She was well known among the group as someone who liked to play with men as well as women. There was always a Master or Mistress willing to share his or her subordinate with her.

After everybody loosened up with a drink and made themselves comfortable, Hans led his sex-slave to the dungeon. This would actually be her truly first visit there. Hans had purposely avoided bringing her to this room for this precise reason. He wanted her fresh for this evening. Marcie followed along, as she was being led by her leash, down the short flight of steps into the darkened dungeon. The only lights were the colored halogen lights strategically placed in the ceiling. The walls were painted pitch black and the red carpeting that covered the entire floor gave the room an eerie sense. A spanking horse was situated along the left wall, so that the spankee’s bottom was pointed toward the middle of the room. Two parallel chains hung from the ceiling across the room. Along the right wall was a St. Andrews cross. There was also a pegboard next to the wooden horse hanging on the wall with every implement imaginable. The specter stunned Marcie somewhat, leaving her to wonder if her Master really used all of this stuff.

Hans led his slave toward the horse. She gulped when she stood in front of it, but then again, she volunteered to be his sex-slave. This would be just the next phase. She was ready.

When he ordered her to lean over the sturdy looking well built piece of wood, she was grateful for the leather padding in all the right places. The red, blue, yellow and green lights seemed to be brighter now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but her apprehension grew anew when he chained her wrists down in front and her ankles in back. Her vulnerability seemed to triple.

She could here the group that had gathered around to witness her first spanking in the dungeon and although it unnerved her somewhat, she was comfortable with the fact that all of these people were like minded and wouldn’t feel that she was some kind of a pervert. She tried to look around to see what her Master was doing and for her trouble he placed a blindfold over her eyes. “That would prevent her from being so inquisitive,” Hans explained.

Sight deprivation made her other senses soar and she relaxed her bottom when she felt something hard touch it. It felt like a paddle and when it left her bare bottom, she was ready for the impact. Hans did not disappoint her. The hard leather instrument exploded onto her upturned behind with such force that she yelped as much from the suddenness as she did from the powerful jolt . The hard leather was wide enough to cover both cheeks at once and when Hans handed the paddle to one of the other dominants, Marcie felt another devastating blow. Including Hans and Hilda there were eight dominants–four Doms and four Dommes– in all and they each took a turn spanking Marcie’s bottom, one spank at a time until the sex-slave’s entire well-rounded bottom was bright red. Poor Marcie had received about sixty spanks by the time they were done.

Her initiation done, Marcie was compelled by Hans to kneel at the feet of each dominant and thank each one for her spanking. She was then to rise to her feet and give each one a hug. Even though her cherry red bottom seared, she smiled broadly feeling she’d been accepted by the group.

The evening then progressed with each Master and Mistress making good use of Hans’ splendid dungeon. Mistress Grace chained slave kyle up by his wrists and she and Mistress Hilda double teamed him. Grace stood behind him with a hard wooden paddle and was spanking him repeatedly while Hilda stood in front of his naked body and was whipping his cock with a short coarse haired flogger. When Grace whacked his butt, he would thrust his pelvis forward where Hilda would lash his swollen male member. They kept this up for quite a while and from the looks of kyle’s hard-on, he was enjoying it.

Master Michael had his female slave tethered face forward to the St. Andrews cross where he whipped every inch of her back, buttocks and thighs. Then she was turned around and nipple clamps were put in place as well as metal clamps to her pussy lips. She was then lashed down the front of her body, including breasts, inner thighs and pussy.

Yelps and cries were prevalent throughout the room. When one scene stopped another would take it’s place.

Marcie, for her part, was kept kneeling with her hands bound behind her in one corner of the dungeon. Any dominant, male or female who wished to be sucked off could make use of her availed mouth. They indeed took full advantage of the situation, using the sex-slave to their utter content. Cries of carnal gratification mixed with shrieks of anguish throughout the crowded room.

Hilda was having a ball. After she finished whipping kyle’s cock, she borrowed one of the male dominant’s female slaves and suspended her by her wrists. After stuffing a butt plug up her ass, the tall Domme placed nipple clamps on and put weights on the chain connecting the metal clamps. She then shoved a ten inch dildo with a large wide head into her sopping pussy. Inch by inch she jammed the plastic cock in until only the wide base was showing. A riding crop was then used on the insides of her spread thighs, which were held apart by a spreaderbar. The red head cried out after each swat which intermingled with the rest of the crescendo of voices that echoed around the walls of this room.

Scenes such as this continued for hours. People wandered in and out of the dungeon all night, while mingling with each other in the livingroom. Jubilant laughter and painful cries converged throughout the evening. Hans even made available some other rooms in the house that could be used by anyone who wanted to have a private session.

Then Hans announced a special surprise and for everyone to report to the dungeon. After all the guests filed into this special room, the host of the evening called his sex-slave, Marcie and his second cousin, Hilda together. He had not told either of them of his plans. He looked at Hilda, who returned the glance with her nose held high.

“I think it is time Hilda that we show these people what a good slave you can be.”

Her face went ashen as she heard what Hans was saying. It was true that she was also Hans’ slave at times, but she was caught completely off guard and she really didn’t know what to say.

“Yes, slave Hilda, I think it’s high time you get the balance you sorely need,” he said calmly.

The tall blonde had no recourse. She did, after all, come here originally to be his sex-slave just as Marcie has done. Since she was his second cousin, there could be no charge of incest.

Hans continued. “Hilda, I want you to strip naked immediately!” His eyes pierced her brain and she slowly began divesting herself of her clothing until she, totally disconcerted, stood there bare naked, with her lemon shaped breasts sticking out proudly and her neatly shaped pussy mound showing prominently. Some gasps could be heard from some guests, for this was a totally unexpected turn of events.

Hans then looked at Marcie. “You have been such a delight as my sex-slave the past couple days, I’m going to give you a treat.”

“Yes Master,” Marcie replied in a confused tone.

“How many times has Hilda spanked and whipped you in the past few days?”

“I–I don’t know M–Master,” she answered nervously.

“Would you like to get even?” He asked with raised eyebrows. Their was some murmuring among the guests.

“Well, I–I don’t know Master.”

His eyes then focused on hers. “Do you remember our conversation earlier today?”

“Y–Yes Master.”

“About not embarrassing me!”

“Y–Yes Master.”

“Then you will do as I say or be punished severely. I want you to whip Hilda!”

Her eyes narrowed. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She feared, however, if she refused he would turn her away and she really wanted to remain his slave. She also was cognizant of the fact that Hilda could exact retribution on her when Hans was at work. All of this permeated through her brain. She had to decide quickly.

Marcie looked directly at the handsome, noble faced German. “Yes Master.”

Hilda didn’t know what to think. Hans was going to let his sex-slave, a woman who his cousin had lorded over, whip her. Hilda was indeed appalled but what could she do? Hans was right, she did need the balance. But to be whipped in front of these people by someone who was supposed to be her subordinate was truly mind boggling. She could refuse, but the consequences of that action could be worse.

Hilda held her head up and spoke. “Very well, how do you want me?”

“Walk over to the chains!” Hans spoke tersely. When she complied he put leather cuffs on each wrist and raised each one high in the air, attaching each cuff to a link in the chain. Her back was facing the center of the room and Hans put a spreaderbar in place between her ankles forcing her legs wide.

The onlookers gave him plenty of room as he walked over to where his toys hung on the pegboard. He took down a black four-foot long flogger. He walked over to where a nervous Marcie stood. “Feel the handle,” he said as he put it into her hand. It felt smooth as she fingered the menacing looking implement. Then he led her over to where Hilda’s naked body hung in suspension. “This is how you use this.” He then pulled his arm back and brought all thirteen tails across Hilda’s bare back. She stiffened but didn’t let out a cry. “Watch closely,” he said authoritatively as he repeated the first action, which resulted in another set of red stripes across his slave’s back.

“You do it!” He commanded as he handed Marcie the whip. Her long blonde hair swung around as she gripped the smooth handle. She stood behind Hilda just as Hans did and measured the distance. Slowly she brought back her bare arm and brought the tails forward with a snap of the wrist right across Hilda’s back.

“That’s it!” Hans encouraged as Hilda arched her back trying to relieve the shooting pain. The naked Marcie once again brought her arm back and cracked Hilda this time across her buttocks. A moan was emitted from the other naked woman’s lips and the crowd began to urge Marcie on. Over and over, Hans’ sex-slave whipped the woman who had lorded over her those days while Hans was at work. By now the shorter blonde was really getting into it, reveling with Hilda’s cries of anguish. Hilda’s back, buttocks and thighs knew the sting of Marcie’s lashes. Finally when Hans had determined that the taller woman had taken enough, he told Marcie to stop.

But Hilda was not quite though yet. Hans instructed Marcie to lie on her back with her legs spread wide. Hilda was made to kneel between those splayed legs.

Hans then addressed Marcie. “How many times have you sucked Hilda’s pussy?”

Marcie tried to count back. “Maybe ten times Master.”

Hans smiled lasciviously. “Very well then. Slave Hilda, you will suck Marcie’s pussy until she comes ten times!”

“Yes Master,” Hilda replied softly as she knelt submissively.

Hilda recalled that first time she saw Marcie naked and how she commented about her neatly trimmed pussy. Little did she know that she’d be in this position, having been reduced to a slave by her domineering cousin.

“Come on slave, get to it!” Hans ordered.

Hilda, hesitantly, leaned over so she could bring her mouth down to where Marcie’s pussy laid wide open. Since her wrists were cuffed behind her, she couldn’t balance herself with her arms. She hadn’t eaten a pussy since her college days, but it was like riding a bike, once you learned how do it. First she licked around the sensitive lips, causing Marcie to moan in ecstacy. Then Hans spoke again. He gave Mistress Grace and Master Michael whips. He instructed the dominant duo to whip Hilda’s back and buttocks until Marcie came. The bent over Hilda began licking and slurping faster. Marcie was in heaven. Grace and Michael rained lash after lash which had Hilda yelping into Marcie’s pussy. Hilda found the little sensitive nub and drove the panting Marcie into an absolutely ferocious orgasm.

But that was only her first orgasm. She had nine more coming. While she laid there, she recalled how Hilda made her suck her pussy that morning in the shower. She hardly felt sorry for her.

“Keep sucking!” Hans ordered. Then the man of the house told Master Grace and Master Michael to cease. Instead, he looked down at Hilda’s inviting buttocks which was sticking up in the air as she continued to suck Marcie’s pussy. He told one of the female submissives to hold Hilda’s butt cheeks open, which revealed her tight anus. Hans then had each dominant line up behind her. All of the Doms brought out their hard cocks. Each Domme strapped on a strap-on. One by one they each fucked Hilda’s asshole. One would push in and pump her. Then he or she would pull out and another person took his or her place. Meanwhile, Hilda kept sucking Marcie’s pussy while the now delirious sex-slave had one orgasm after another. The Masters and Mistresses kept on fucking Hilda’s rear passage. It was almost like a production line. Then finally one of the men came, pouring his semen deep into Hilda’s ass. By that time Marcie had come eight times.

Then it was Hans’ turn. He pulled out his long thick cock and mounted Hilda’s rear. Slowly and steadily he inched his swollen member into her now loosened ass. When he was totally impaled, he began fucking her in earnest. Hilda shrieked and slurped. Marcie came for the ninth time. But Hans was not done. He felt the juices in his balls rumbling as he kept fucking Hilda’s ass.

Then Marcie shrieked again. She came for the tenth time at just the same time Hans bellowed and released his juice deep into Hilda’s ass.

Finally Hans pulled out and left the poor used Hilda lying on the floor in the dungeon as the rest of his guests filed out.

“What a party!” Master Michael boasted as he led his naked slave out the front door. “You going to have another one of these next month?” He asked.

“Yes, one a month,” Hans replied with a smile. Each of the guests thanked him with a firm handshake as they led their slaves out to the car. Kyle was still in his bikini panties.

“I’ll be back,” Mistress Grace mouthed softly as she gave Hans a big hug.

Then finally all the invitees left. Hans went back down to the dungeon. Marcie was sound asleep on her back on the floor. Hilda was in agony. She’d never been butt fucked like that in her life and her tongue was swollen from having sucked Marcie’s pussy so many times. She felt totally used.

Hans assisted her, as she wobbled to her feet, and hugged her lovingly. “You took a lot tonight. Are you okay?”

“Yes Master!”

“Why don’t we take our sex-slave up to bed,” he said pointing with his chin to the now snoring Marcia. “Tomorrow will be another day.”

“Yes Master.”

To Be Continued...