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Chapter 8
After half an hour I come down to the cellar. You are waiting as instructed, which pleases
me. You do not look up as you hear me
enter the room. You keep your eyes
looking at the floor as you know a good slave should. You hope that these two signs of obedience
will show me that you mean what you said about obeying my every command, and
that I may change my mind and keep you.
I walk up to you, undo the cuffs on your wrists and tell you
to lower your arms and put them behind your back. You are glad to lower them because having
them clasped behind your head for half an hour has made them numb from lack of
blood flowing to them. Your upper arms
and shoulders are also aching from the forced immobility. When you put your hands behind your back I
put new cuffs on your wrists. These are
stiff brown leather with a chain linking them together. Similar cuffs are locked to your ankles, with
a hobble chain between them. You will be
able to walk at a fairly normal pace, but you will not be able to run
anywhere. I am no longer worried about
allowing your hands to be free for any period of time, because I know that a
quick shock from the ball ring will stop you in your tracks, if you try to
attack me. However, it would not look
good for me as a Mistress if I allowed you to go to the slave auction looking
like a free man. So your wrists and
ankles must be chained and you must remain naked, for all potential buyers to
be able to view your slave’s body in detail.
Although the size of your cock is not that important this time - as a
Master and not a Mistress, will be your new owner, and it’s unlikely he will want
your cock up his arse. It’s far more
likely to be the other way round!
Although your body is still lightly tanned from all the sunbathing you
did in the
Attaching a thin leash to the small D-ring set underneath
your ball ring I pull you behind me, out of your bedroom and upstairs to the
bathroom. First of all I select a can of
hair removing cream from a cabinet – luckily for you I am not going to remove
your hair using wax. Although I would
quite enjoy seeing your face screw up with the pain of the hairs being ripped
from your chest, it unfortunately leaves the skin quite red for a day or so,
and as you are going to the auction house today, I will have to use the gentler
option which won’t leave any redness.
When I have applied the cream I tell you to stand in the bath so that
when it has been on for the correct amount of time I can shower it off. With difficulty you sit on the side of the
bath and leaning against the sink for support you swing your manacled legs over
the edge of the bath and stand up. When
the time is up I turn the shower on making you gasp as the freezing cold water
hits your body, and take an involuntary step backwards to avoid the cold
spray. To make you stand still under the
water I grab the leash and yanking you forward back under the water I tie the
other end of the leash to the shower rail.
Then I get a long handled scrubbing brush and applying lots of soap to
the bristles scrub your whole body down except your cock, being quite vigorous
which makes you bite your lip to avoid moaning out loud with the pain.
When I have finished scrubbing I turn the shower off and
lathering up my hands with soap I take your cock in my hands and pulling the
foreskin back gently soap the head and then the shaft, rubbing my hand up and
down the shaft slowly at first and then more quickly. I know I am teasing you and your cock stands
to attention almost immediately. I smile
to myself, men are so predictable! I
have just scrubbed your body hard with a brush, removed your chest hair and
have you chained and naked, the most humiliating position for any man, and yet
you still get an erection at the slightest touch. As this could be your final touch from a
woman I decide that as a farewell gift I will let you cum.
Untying your leash from the shower rail I instruct you to
get out of the bath. Again you sit down on
the side of the bath and using the sink for support swing your legs over the
side of the bath and put your feet on the bathroom floor. You shiver from the cold but your erection is
still standing proud. Kneeling in front
of you I take your cock in my mouth and start teasing my tongue around the head
and piss slit, trying to push the tip of my tongue down the hole. It has been a long time since you had a
woman’s mouth round your cock and you sigh with pleasure at the feeling it creates
inside you. You also can’t believe that
your Mistress is on her knees sucking you off.
Perhaps I have changed my mind about selling you. After all, surely I wouldn’t be doing this to
you if I intended to get rid of you.
As I take more and more of your cock into my mouth you
become even more aroused until your cock is the biggest it has ever been. I too have forgotten how good it feels to
have a big hard cock filling my mouth and I take great pleasure in sliding my
mouth up and down the shaft. I can also
taste the pre-cum leaking from your slit, and the taste makes me excited. As I take your cock deeper and deeper into my
mouth you know you are close to cumming. You are also desperate to grab my hair and
force my head deeper onto your cock. You
want to face fuck me and force me to deep throat you. The frustration at having to stand there and
do nothing is immense. The only thing
you can do is thrust your butt forward to try to force your cock deeper into my
throat, but each time you do I move back until my lips are only just touching
the head of your penis. Eventually you
realise that you will have to accept the pace that I am setting. You are not going to face fuck me; I will decide
what I do!
Although desperate to cum, you daren’t without permission
and even less dare to cum in my mouth.
You can’t even begin to imagine the punishment you will receive if you
did that. You know that you should not
speak unless I give you permission but you are becoming desperate, and I am
showing no signs of stopping sucking and licking your dick or teasing the head
with my teeth and tongue. While you
stand there agonizing about daring to speak I grab your hips and pull you
towards me, forcing your cock deep into my throat. I can’t stop the gag reflex but still I
continue pulling your hips backwards and forwards until you get the message
that I now want you to fuck my face hard.
A couple more times I gag as your cock goes right to the back of my
throat but then I become used to it and you slip easily in and out. You are in heaven. You can’t believe the pleasure I am giving
you. This has to be the best blow job
you have ever had. You lose yourself in
the pleasure you are receiving and forget where you are until you can’t hold
back any longer and your sperm shoots out the end of your cock and straight
down my throat. You keep pumping your
cock in and out of my mouth until you have shot your entire load.
When you have finished you quickly come back down to earth
as you realise what you have done. You
have just shot your load into your Mistress!
Your cock immediately becomes limp at the thought of what I will do to
you now. You are scared and stepping
back so that your cock is no longer in my mouth you quickly drop to your knees.
‘I am so sorry Meesteres.
I couldn’t help it……….’
I look into your eyes and put a finger over your lips to
stop you speaking. Then I move towards
you and put my lips over yours, gently opening your mouth with my tongue. Then I give you a long and deep kiss, sharing
with you the remaining spunk left in my mouth.
You respond eagerly, your heart soaring as you realise that I care for
you after all. You still can’t believe
that I allowed you to cum in my mouth.
None of your girlfriend’s have ever allowed you to do that, and for your
Mistress to let you do it was amazing.
You were so sure that I would punish you hard for doing it, but instead
I kissed you! You are now really
confused and don’t understand what is going on.
Surely I won’t be selling you after what has just happened?
Without saying anything to you I pull you by the leash to
stand up. Then I open another bottle
containing bronzing oil and massage you all over your body with it. As I start rubbing your thighs you become
hard again. You dare to look up from the
floor at my face, hoping to see desire in my eyes again. The thought of a repeat performance……..but I
ignore you and don’t touch your genitals at all. When I have finished I stand back to admire
your body. I have to admit you have a
fine body, not as muscular in your upper body as I have been used to having in
my lovers, but your stomach is flat and there is not an ounce of fat on
you. Your thighs are muscular and your
butt is nice and firm. I can tell that
in your previous life you must have cycled a lot. All in all, you are looking pretty fantastic,
your tan and the oil have accentuated your good body very well, and I can feel
a stirring in my groin as I look at you.
My pussy is becoming wet and I am so tempted to fuck you. At this moment the terrible things you did
have been forgotten and my desire for you is really strong. God, why do you
always have this effect on me? I am
almost sorry now that I told you that I was going to sell you. I quite fancy spending the day making the
most of your body but unfortunately, you have to go.
Fighting my urges I lead you back downstairs holding the
leash and out the front door and into the car.
Because I know this is the last time for a while that you will have any
comfort, I allow you to sit on the seat instead of crouching down in the foot
well. I don’t speak to you as I drive you to the place where the auction will
be held. It is not far, and in truth I
could have made you walk there, but for some reason I want to spare you that
humiliation. It will be bad enough for
you when you have to stand in front of all the potential buyers, being poked
and prodded as if you were an animal being sold at a cattle market.
We are both lost in our own thoughts, me feeling sad at the terrible
things I am going to allow you to be put through, although I know in my heart
that I must do this to you, if you are to fully accept your life as a
slave. Our relationship couldn’t
possibly continue as it is. If others
found out that I had allowed a slave to whip and rape me I would never be able
to hold my head up high amongst all the other slave owners. Your thoughts are of dread at the next
chapter in your life. You really
believed that I had changed my mind. And
after letting you cum in my mouth you actually thought that perhaps I was
beginning to soften and that eventually, when I trusted you, I would allow you
to become my partner and not just my slave.
You could see the desire in my eyes as I looked at your oiled body, and
you really can’t understand how I can turn my emotions on and off so easily.
We quickly arrive at the auction house. It is a large house, more of a mansion
really, set in its own grounds of about 6 acres. A high wall surrounds the perimeter and a
long winding driveway leads up to the house.
How different this is, you think, from the first time when you were
kidnapped. You woke up not knowing where
you were; chained to a wall, and then marched naked through a village to be
publicly auctioned in the village square with dozens of women trying to touch
you and laughing at you. You have a
feeling that this time, the auction will be a lot more civilised. No Arab women here only very rich people who
will probably pay a lot of money for you.
You start trembling with fear as you remember that you are going to be
sold to a man. Your life will be
absolute hell. You know that being owned
by a man means you will be arse fucked constantly, and you will also be forced
to suck him off. What if he has parties
where you are forced to suck off loads of men or have loads of them raping
you? You know that you are truly going
to hell now and you start to cry openly.
‘Open your mouth slave, and stop that bloody crying. Do you want the buyers to think you are a
sissy slave and make you wear womens clothes while
you serve them? Because
that is what will happen if you cry like a girl. Now open so that I can
put the ball gag in your mouth.’
Knowing you have no choice, you open your mouth wide and
accept the gag. I feel bad about being
nasty to you as I know you are terrified and that you must feel humiliated
crying in front of me, but I know that if I am kind to you now it will make it
worse for you when you go through the auction.
It is better to appear uncaring as it might help you through your
ordeal.
I get out of the car and open your door, watching you
struggle to get out as your arms are behind your back making it difficult to
lift yourself out. As you get out and
look towards the house, you hope that it is over with quickly. You do not realise that the auction is not
for another week. You will be put
through a series of tasks first to see how well you cope with being humiliated
and how obedient you are. It will also
be a test of your character. I want to
find out whether you can truly submit to your new life or if the tasks you will
be given will trigger violent behaviour in you.
The auction house is also aware that you are only partially trained and
they have been given instructions to bring you up to full slave standard so
that you will fetch the best possible price.
In truth I have asked them to do this because although I can
appear harsh and cruel, I have not had the stomach to inflict some things on
you that I know I should have to squash your spirit. I made the mistake of allowing my personal
feelings for you to get in the way. That
is why you were able to overpower me. I
wanted you as my slave because I loved you once, but I have found that I can’t
be the one to break you, and that is why you are here.
When we reach the door to the house I order you to your
knees. You drop to the floor and stare
at the ground. I knock and wait. The door is opened by a man. All you can see are the heavy leather biker
boots he is wearing, and black leather trousers tucked into them. You do not dare to look up but the look of
his boots alone fills you with dread.
You hope he doesn’t kick you with them.
I hand the leash to the man who opened the door, and turning
round walk back to the car without a backward glance…….
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