Sara and Ms Davies

Her mouth was aching. It had been all night – that big ball gag had ensured that. It had been a restless night for Sara, being chained to the rack like that – she couldn’t get comfortable. She wouldn’t have been able to get comfortable even if she had been at home in her usual bed. Her body was cut and bruised, her eyes wet from tears and her head was pounding after a night of pain and anguish at the hands of two Mistresses. She couldn’t sleep, and instead watched the clock on Ms Davies’ wall tick as she slipped in and out of consciousness. At about 5am, drowsy, she turned her eye to Ms Davies’ room, where her Mistress slept. She still regretted calling her Mistress – considering Sara wasn’t exactly officially a slave – but it felt right. Well, before last night it had felt right. Last night she felt violated, used – but for the first time, she felt terrible about these things. All of her rights were gone, and after being raped by Ms Davies, she realised what a problem this actually was. She dosed off again, into a weird half sleep. She had a weird dream – she was in an episode of Friends as the gang’s slave. They laughed at her, called her names, beat her – Monica and Rachel took turns at smothering her whilst the guys took turns fucking her – Phoebe just taunted her, calling her things Ms Davies would – whore, tramp – and all the while, that stupid studio audience laughed their heads off at it. She didn’t even like that show – it was just the soundtrack to her pain last night. Just as Monica was pulling her hair and spitting in her face, she woke with a start. It was 11am, and Ms Davies was closing the door of her room. She smiled coldly when she saw Sara.

            “Oh, goodness, slut. You spent the whole night out here, didn’t you?” Sara nodded her head, her eyes half angry, half pleading. She had half a mind to lunge at Ms Davies as soon as she freed her. Ms Davies walked up to her, smiling as she brushed up against Sara’s breast. She started to massage it, laughing as Sara moaned. “Still tender from last night, bitch?” Sara nodded again. “Would you like me to stop and unchain you?” An enthusiastic nod. “Too bad. Now, what day is it today?” Ms Davies walked over to a calendar in the kitchen. Sara struggled against her bonds as Ms Davies searched down the list for the date. “Ah, it’s the 30^th. Saturday. No work for you today, whore! You must be so happy!” Ms Davies flashed a grin at Sara, who was now just thinking about her freedom. She wanted to go home, have a shower and sleep. Properly, not in this way. She felt like being a human for once. Ms Davies walked back over to Sara and sighed, brushing her hair. “Of course…if I had it my way…every day would be a Saturday for you. Every day, I’d come home from work, and there you’d be, chained up like this…my little whore. Of course, I can’t really ask that of you…you’d have to be willing, I suppose.” She walked over to Sara’s hands and placed her hand over the cuffs, pressing the release button. “You’d have to be willing to stay…” Sara’s arms were released, automatically they dropped to the floor, exhausted. “You’d have to be willing to be here forever…” She uncuffed Sara’s feet, and the poor naked girl fell to the floor in a drained mess. Ms Davies grabbed Sara’s face and looked her deeply in the eyes. “You’d have to be willing to be my slave.” She dropped Sara’s face and walked towards the door. “I’m going out for an hour. I hope you’ll still be here.” With that, she closed the door, leaving Sara alone in her flat.

            Ms Davies had made things pretty clear. She was free to leave if she wished – the door was open – hell, if she really wanted to, she could probably loot her house. But at the same time, if she stayed…she would be submitting herself for the long term. Until she said, and only until she said. Sara contemplated this. Being a slut was one thing – a slave another. She looked down at her scarred body and thought of all the pain she had suffered. Was it really that much of a turn on? Every time she had been whipped, been spat at, she had felt a little bit of her dignity go. But there was something so arousing about that – she was so confused. She lied on the floor, thinking about last night. Her cunt slowly started to get wet again. She smiled wickedly – would Ms Davies want her to cum in her apartment without her permission? Probably not. Still, she was out for an hour. Perhaps a quick orgasm, then she’d get down to making this decision. She thought of Ms Davies’ voice, scolding her, insulting her, laughing at her and started to rub.

 

Ms Davies walked back from the shops, feeling slightly anxious. She was quite hopeful that Sara would still be in her apartment, showing that she did want to be her slave. Still, she could never tell. The most submissive can get cold feet and bottle it. She placed the key in the lock and turned, praying that a kneeling Sara would greet her. Instead, a naked, sleeping Sara with two fingers stuck in her pussy met her, much to her surprise. Well…at least she was here. Still, this would not do.

            “Slut!” Sara woke with a start and went to cover herself. Ms Davies grabbed an umbrella and hit her with it. “How dare you touch yourself without my permission? How dare you even cover yourself up without my permission?” She hit Sara again, furious yet also incredibly aroused. Sara, still groggy from sleep, crawled towards the door, unsure of what to do. Ms Davies struck down on her exposed ass and grabbed her hair. “You’re coming with me, slut. I’m going to teach you some manners.” She pulled Sara to a chair, grabbed some rope and tied her to it – twisting her nipples for fun as she bound her to the chair. Sara yelped out, before feeling a hard slap against her cheek and a ball-gag – the same as the one last night – being thrust into her mouth. She was at Ms Davies’ mercy once more.

            Ms Davies walked about the chair, smiling as she examined her captive. She stroked her face slowly and looked into Sara’s eyes, which were now lowered to the floor. “My little whore, this simply will not do. I think you deserve to be punished for your disgusting display.” She grabbed Sara’s hair and smacked her bare breasts several times, to the annoyance of Sara, who was screaming into her gag. Suddenly, Ms Davies stopped, and whispered into Sara’s ear. “Do you want to be my little slave girl, Sara? Do you want to be tied up here all day for me to use whenever I want?” She stuck her tongue into Sara’s ear, who was squirming uncomfortably. She had no idea what to say. Did she really want to be her slave? She looked up at Ms Davies, who was slowly getting angrier. “Answer me, slut!” Sara watched her, in all her beauty, and knew what the answer was. Ms Davies moved like a goddess, like someone who was superior – and Sara was a little whore, tied to a chair. She had no choice really. She nodded her head, and with that, Ms Davies gave a small whoop of joy. She untied Sara, and stood before her.

            “I am glad you have chosen correctly, Sara. However, there is a condition. It is a little test I give to each of my slave candidates before I decide whether or not they can become my little slave whores, and it is one which you must be subjected to now. Name the last boyfriend you dumped.” Sara was taken aback by this order, which seemed very much out of the blue. She hesitated, and received a sharp blow of the cane on her ass. “Come on, slut! Who was it?”

            “H-his name was Alex, and he lives upstate. I dumped him to come up to the big city. We kinda left on bad terms, Mistress.” Ms Davies smiled and looked down at this helpless and cowering girl before her.

            “Well, come on, slut. We’re going on a roadtrip.”

 

 

Alex sighed and looked out over the countryside. He stubbed out his cigarette and moved inside, as the cold wind started to get to him. He’d just been on a date with another woman – someone he would probably never call again. He flopped onto the sofa and contemplating lighting up again. He hadn’t been able to hold down a girlfriend since Sara had left him, something which confused him. He hadn’t loved Sara, and yet he found it difficult to connect with anyone like he had done with her. He rolled over, and turned on the television. Yet another lonely night in, with nothing but soft porn and reruns on the box. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Alex looked down at his watch – it was past 10.30, well beyond the decent hour of calling. He stumbled to the door, slightly clumsily – slightly disconcerted that someone could be here so late. He opened up the door, and, to his amazement, saw his ex-girlfriend, Sara, kneeling and naked before him.

            “Sara! What the fuck?” He hadn’t seen her in ages, and knew things may have changed, but this certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. “Are you OK? What…what are you doing here?” Sara didn’t answer, and just continued looking at the floor. Alex leaned forward, to see that her wrists had been tied behind her back. He stepped back in shock. “Jesus, who did this to you?” Still no reply. “Look, come inside and I can get you some clothes and untie you or something -”

            “No, Master.” Alex looked at Sara, in astonishment.

            “I’m sorry…what?”

            “I said, ‘no, Master’, Master.” Alex still couldn’t believe it.

            “Look, has someone put you up to this? Your new boyfriend?” Sara looked at the floor, not saying anything, instead giving him a telephone number. “What’s this?” Sara didn’t move. Sighing, Alex looked at the number, then back at Sara. “So…what? Should I call this?” Sara shrugged.

            “As you wish, Master.” That “Master” crap was really getting to Alex. What the fuck was she talking about? How dare she come back here after all this time and just show up naked on his doorstep, calling him her “Master”? What was this number all about? He walked away, before realising that Sara was still naked outside, waiting. He sighed again. He was really far too tired to be worrying about something as strange as this. He shut the door on Sara and wandered over to the phone. Time to get to the bottom of this.

            Almost instantly after dialling the number, a woman picked up, and purred into the phone. “Well, well. I see you got my little present, Alex.”

            “Sorry, what? Who the fuck are you, and why’s Sara outside, naked and tied up?”

            “Oh, you call that ‘tied up’? Christ, if you’d seen what I’ve seen, Alex…”

            Alex wondered at this comment. Something strange was going on, that was the only thing he was sure of. Also, how did this woman know his name? Totally confused, Alex tried to regain composure. “Look, stop avoiding the question. How do you know Sara? What’s going on?”

            “Well, I hate to keep people in the dark, Alex. Unlike Sara – remember how she told you that she was leaving for the city two days before she did? Remember how painful that was, Alex? Remember all of those things you planned to do to her in revenge?” Alex was really frightened now. How did this woman know all these things? “Well…consider this your chance. Your one night to do what the hell you want with that little lying slut.” Alex’s eyes widened. What the hell he wanted? Christ. He paused for a while, thinking of all he could do – tie her up, rape her, face fuck her…all he had planned the day she broke his heart. “Alex? Hello? You still there?”

            “Yep! Yep! Still here!” Alex’s voice was less cautious now, but still slightly wary of this strange woman. “So…why? Why are you giving me this…chance?”

            “I’m a nice person, Alex. Well, not to Sara. But she’s not really a person. She’s a little whore, a little slut, eh Alex?” Alex smiled nervously.

            “Heh, yeah…I guess.”

            “Well, in a couple of days, she’ll be more than that, Alex. She’ll be a slave. To me. My little plaything to do what the hell I want with – completely.” Alex was taken aback – even though this wasn’t his average night, he hadn’t really expected Sara to be a lesbian. Well, he hadn’t expected her to be tied up and naked before him, either. “This is her final test. One night with you, and then she can be my slave forever.”

            “Oh.” He really had nothing to say to that, because really, he’d never thought a situation like this would come up. “So…I can do anything to her?”

            “As long as it’s not fatal.”

He thought for a minute. “Is this legal?”

“Look, this is all consensual. Sara wants this. Well…not wants, strictly speaking. She wants me to be happy, and this makes me happy. Therefore she wants this. If she goes running to the police or something, I’ll could just track her down and make her my forced slaves. They’re sometimes more fun…well, I’ve kept you here long enough, Alex. Go give her the most torturous night of her life. And pinch her nipples a lot. She really hates that.” With that, the phone went dead, and Alex looked out at the doorway, dumbfounded. Anything he wanted…he closed his eyes and imagined it. Sara, begging for mercy, he, laughing at her helplessness…he smiled and went to the door.

“Hello, Sara.” His words were cold, and he could see that Sara could tell he had accepted her Mistress’ conditions, and would now have her at her mercy. He smiled cruelly and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her inside.

“So, Sara. You didn’t tell me you were going to the city to become a lesbian slaveslut for some bitch, did you?” Alex laughed at the naked helpless girl in his front hall, who was now fighting back the tears. Those tears will be flowing by the end of the night. “Head up, slut. I want to see those breasts again.” Sara grudgingly lifted her head, allowing Alex to see, for the first time in over a year, her supple breasts. He gorged on them with his eyes, before slowly reaching to touch them. “Do you remember I said that as long as we were together, I wouldn’t let anyone harm your beautiful body?” Sara nodded, knowing what was coming next. “Well…we’re not together anymore, are we?” She nodded. “And whose fault is that, slut?” Sara stayed silent, before yelping out as her breast was smacked by Alex. “Whose fault is that, slut?!”

“Mine, Master.” Alex laughed as a tear rolled down her face.

“That’s fucking right, slut. Now, go into the kitchen, and find those candles you used to like so much. Then bring them to me…in your mouth.” Sara wept softly as she got up to do her Master’s bidding, before being hit again, this time in the stomach. She fell back down to the floor with a thud. “Did I say you could walk in my presence? Did I?” Sara shook her head. “Then get on the floor and crawl.” Sara looked at her wrists, still tied behind her back and looked pleadingly at Alex, receiving only a quick twist of her nipples as reward. “Move!” Sara quickly started to crawl her way to the kitchen, as her cruel Master for the night looked on and laughed, planning his next torture for his victim.

After much fishing about for the candles, Sara finally found them, and carried them back to Alex in her mouth, two tears rolling down her face as she did so. Alex snatched them from her “’bout fucking time, slut.” He grabbed her hair and shoved her head to the floor, before quickly untying her wrists. “Get on all fours, whore. I wanna see that ass in the air.” Sara stretched her arms and slowly started to move into the position. “Not fast enough, slut!” A hand smashed down onto her ass, and she yelped out in pain. Alex smiled as he reached for the candles, softly caressing her naked ass. “Oh, we’re going to have such fun, you and me.” He smiled even wider and grabbed a candle, shoving it forcefully into her exposed ass, causing Sara to scream out, and causing Alex to reach round and twist her nipples harder than before. “Oh, don’t worry, little whore. That’ll feel like heaven by the time I’m done with you.” He reached out for his lighter. Sara heard the click and the soft sound of the flame, and started to scream out for mercy. Alex looked at her coldly before grabbing her hair, pulling her head back and making her squeal. “Mercy? Does the bitch want mercy? Have a candle instead, my dear.” He stuffed another candle into her mouth and threw her head back down to the floor. “Now. Where was I?” He felt the candle in her ass and smiled. “Oh yes. I remember.” He took up his lighter again and slowly coaxed the flame onto the wick, smiling wider when it caught alight. “You’ll enjoy this, you little whore!” He stood back to admire his work, whilst Sara wiggled her ass in desperation, hoping to extinguish the flame before the wax melted and hit her exposed thighs…

Sara screamed out as the searing pain pierced her flesh, her open mouth dropping the candle to the floor. Furious, Alex grabbed some duct tape and wrapped it round her mouth, leaving her whimpering helplessly. “That’ll stop that screaming,” he chuckled to himself, before grabbing a chair and relaxing, resting his feet on his helpless slave’s back as she tossed and turned, trying to stop the wax from hitting her thighs. Alex turned on the television, laughing every so often as Sara jolted up from the pain of the wax. Soon Sara could feel the heat of the candle near her ass. It was melting down, and soon it would bubble and melt around her ass, causing her more pain than she could imagine. Her desperate pleas turned into wails for mercy – something Alex noticed eventually, once his television show had finished. He looked down at her ass and yanked the candle out, making Sara both yelp in pain and thank him thousands of times through her gag. Alex smiled, before lowering himself to just next to her ear. “I don’t want to hurt you that badly, Sara. Besides…that orifice will come in handy in a few minutes.” He laughed, before grabbing Sara by the hair and taking her to the kitchen. He searched the room for something to tie her to – drawers, hooks – before settling on a nice little position where she would be bent over the stove, her breasts touching the cooker. He checked to see it wasn’t on or anything first – could have been a nasty surprise. He grabbed Sara and threw her onto the stove, tying her hands to the hook round the back and her feet to the handles of the stove at the front. Her ass was well-exposed and, as ever, beautiful. Alex licked his lips, and took up a spatula by the side. He had been making pancakes before, but this was a much better use of this particular kitchen utensil. He tore off the duct tape and began to stride around the room. “We’re going to make this interesting, slut. You’re going to give me reasons to spank you. I want you to list every time you fucked up in our relationship, and for each thing, I’ll spank you five times. Sounds like fun, eh?” Sara moaned in reluctant agreement. “Good. Well. Let’s begin.” Silence greeted Alex as Sara struggled to think of any times she had done anything wrong in their relationship – she’d been pretty good, as she recalled. Alex grabbed the spatula and started to spank in fury. “Fine! I’ll get things started off!” Sara began to scream as her ass started to go red from the dozens of thwacks she was receiving. Alex was just angrily screaming out reasons for her punishment, not caring about the rules he had just set. “That time you wouldn’t put out on our third date! That time you invited your friends over here without asking me! That time you threw a big party here without consulting me! That time you were wrong about me smashing that vase but wouldn’t admit it!” He threw down the spatula and stared at his helpless slut. “Your turn. Three reasons. Now.” Sara, still writhing about in pain, began to blurt out words in the hope that they would make reasons.

“That…that time I accused you of being unfaithful, Master…” Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack. Sara yelped in pain at each one whilst Alex chuckled, striding about with his makeshift whip, looking like the tyrant he had always dreamed of being. “That time I kissed your co-worker at the Christmas party, Master…” Alex looked shocked. He didn’t know about that. He gave her an extra five just for that – lying slutty hypocrite.

“Last one, whore. Come on, you can do it.” Sara was still sobbing from the last ten spanks. She knew what he wanted to hear – she bit her lip and swallowed her pride.

“That…time I left you to start a new life in San Francisco.” Alex laughed, and spanked her extra hard for that.

“Good bitch. Knew exactly what I wanted to hear. Still won’t spare you from your final punishment though…” Sara heard the unzipping of his trousers and her eyes widened. This was it. Her rape – she knew it was coming. She began her futile begging – she’d do anything to avoid this. Alex sighed, grabbing the roll of duct tape again. “Your mouth has served its purpose. Now let’s get down to business.” He wrapped it round her head before lowering his trousers, allowing his cock to spring out. Sara was struggling furiously against her bonds now – the final humiliation was just too much for her. Alex laughed as he rested his cock on her ass. “Ooh, feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, you whore. It gets better.” He slowly started to circle the ass with his cock, before easing himself in. Sara gasped as his cock began to enter her – with every inch she sobbed a little bit more. Slowly but surely he had the entire thing in her ass, and just as slowly and just as surely he began to pump in and out, accelerating ever so slightly after every pump. Sara moaned through her gag, utterly helpless to stop him and his ever rising speed. Soon Alex was pumping furiously, fucking her without mercy – not that she wasn’t begging for it – loving that slopping sound as he went in and out of her ass at an amazing rate. He started to slap her ass, just to make sure she wasn’t enjoying it, and laughing at her as she made almost sheeplike noises through the gag. “Hah, you enjoying this, you bitch? Does your lesbian mistress do this to you, eh? Stupid whoooore!” He pulled her hair, forcing her upwards as he came, before throwing her back down once he had finished. “Oh, yeah. That was good, wasn’t it, whore!” Sara moaned in disapproval as Alex removed his cock, covered in blood and shit. “Ugh. Have to wipe that off.” He did so on her ass, much to the horror of Sara.

He stood back to admire his handy-work, before realising it was missing just that little something. He grabbed a permanent marker and began to write on his slut’s back, chuckling as he did so – writing out “FUCK ME HERE” with a big arrow pointing to her ass. He looked at the permanent marker and laughed. Why not make her humiliation worse? He cut her free – something which was quite risky as she was kicking out now, tears rolling down her face – and placed her on a chair, tying her back to it, exposing her lovely breasts to him again. His canvas! He began to get to work, writing and abusing his lovely temporary whore. Once he was finished, he had to go get his camera – Sara looked at him with those big, innocent eyes whilst covered in profanities. He took ten, perhaps twenty pictures of Sara – what a sight she was. On her left breast, Alex had written “DUMB WHORE” – on her right “COCKSUCKING BITCH”. Just below her breasts it said “STUPID SLUT FOR USE”, and, of course, just above her cunt, he had written “USE ME HERE”. On her arms he had written “TIE ME UP AND ABUSE ME” – his little serving suggestion, almost. He sat there, laughing at her for a while, before untying her and dragging her upstairs by her hair. She whimpered all the way, his little piece of art, knowing what was going to happen next. Alex used to have a really big dog, which often scared the neighbours. Just to keep them happy, he bought a cage, in which he would put the dog every time it misbehaved. The dog had died long ago, but the cage remained. She knew where she would be staying the night. Alex opened the door to his bedroom and found the cage – it was a lot smaller than Sara had imagined. He smiled, and opened the door. “Crawl in, bitch. A dog house for a dog. How appropriate.” He laughed as she crawled into the cage, just managing to squeeze in. He slammed the door closed, and padlocked it, just to make sure she wouldn’t escape in the night. “Well, goodnight, whore. Sleep tight!” Alex laughed, getting into his warm cosy bed as Sara struggled to make herself comfortable in this barred monstrosity. Once again, she was going to have trouble sleeping because of her new life as a whore. She sighed, and rubbed her sore ass.

 

The doorbell rang at some ungodly hour – 10am. Alex woke up, half-wondering if last night’s abuse had been all but a dream – he looked over at his humiliated and caged beauty and smiled. It most definitely had not. He ran downstairs in only a robe to answer the door, and became exceptionally embarrassed when it was a rather tall brunette.

            “Can I help you?” Alex said, trying to appear a little bit civilised towards this woman who was clearly enjoying seeing him only in his robe.

            “Yes. I’m here to pick up my slave.” It suddenly all clicked for Alex, and bizarrely he felt less subconscious, feeling as though he actually knew this woman.

            “Right. Right, yeah, she was great. Thank you so much.” Alex ran upstairs and unlocked the cage, grabbing Sara (who was not quite awake yet) by the hair, causing her to scream out. He quickly slapped her across the face. “Oi, you little bitch! Do as I say, or I just might not let you go home now!” Sara’s face lit up, only to be extinguished as Alex pulled her hair first down the stairs and to her Mistress. Ms Davies looked at Sara, and the writing on her back, with amusement.

            “I take it this is your work?” She looked over at everything, particularly liking, it seemed, the “STUPID SLUT FOR USE” below her breasts.

            “Yeah, sorry. It comes straight off.” Alex was still rather sheepish about his actions last night – he might have crossed a line in drawing on someone else’s slut.

            “No, no, don’t worry about it. We’ll have some fun with it.” With that, she grabbed Sara by the hair, as Alex had, and dragged her to the car. “Well, slave. You passed with flying colours. Did you have a good time?” Sara, who was still duct-taped from last night, shook her head vehemently. Ms Davies laughed. “Good. I don’t like my bitches having fun whilst I’m not there. Get in the trunk, whore.” Sara reluctantly got into the trunk of the car, and, just as something to add to her new slavery, Ms Davies handcuffed her hands and feet together, making her adorably stretched out and begging for a kinder position as she closed the trunk door. Ms Davies drove off, waving to Alex all the way, chuckling as she did so. After about an hour, in the middle of a large wood, Ms Davies stopped the car, and walked back over to the trunk. Staring down at her slave, who was dumbfounded as to why they had stopped, she smiled whilst looking at the writing just above her cunt – “USE ME HERE”.

            “Oh, I just thought I’d take the advice of Alex’s writing,” she said, holding up a strap-on and some ropes, before grabbing her squealing slave and carrying her off into the woods.