My story of domination and submission

My first slave swap party

 

            After signing my Slave Contract, Mistress Jane and Master Greg proceeded to train me in the bondage and S&M lifestyle.  With me attending college and they being working professionals, most of my serious training sessions were confined to weekends.

            In the first two month I was introduced to ins and outs of leather restraints, ropes, handcuffs, spankings, hot wax, nipple torture, and lots of hardcore subservient sex.  Each session pushed my bounds of pleasure and pain.    I was their submissive toy to do with as they pleased.   I was proud that I had only used my safe word once to end of a very painful paddling.  My comfort level was growing with both my Mistress and my Master.  

After cleaning up from a rather long Sunday evening session, Jane demanded to know how full my school week was.   A quick glance at my organizer pointed to very busy Monday and Tuesday but it looked light the rest of the week.  In fact the only reason I had to go on Campus Friday was to work the lunch counter, I had no classes.   She told me to work on getting out of my Friday work hours; she wanted me available for 3 day weekend party.  “What kind of party Madam,” I asked.  “A slave swap weekend” was her reply.  I went numb with fear.

            I wasn’t comfortable around others yet in my new role as a slave.  My fear was being discovered by someone who I new in the more normal part of my life.  That fear was hard to put down.  

After school on Monday, Jane asked me if I had freed up my Friday yet.  Not yet Madam wasn’t a good enough answer.  She demanded to know what efforts I had made, when I respond none, she told me to bend over and hold my ankles as she paddled my ass red.  Tomorrow you will ask someone she said.  

Tuesday morning I asked Tom, another student worker I often flirted with if he could cover for me.   “On a Friday, I’d only do that for a blow job” he said jokingly as he lightly punched me in the arm.   I thought well at least I can go home and honestly tell Jane I had asked someone and he said no. 

I thought I would convey to her exactly what he said thinking she would find some humor in it.  Jane was not assumed and my bare ass was paddled again.    The next day I asked every student employee I ran into, some wanted to help, but all had reasons why they could not swap.  This time my bare bottom was going to get lashed.  When I pleaded with her, telling her I had asked everyone she looked at me and told me you had an offer, why didn’t you take it.   I was puzzled.  She looked at me and said the first boy you asked said he would swap for a blow job.   I froze, “you can’t be serious,” I pleaded.  She reached for her bullwhip and for added measures a rather nasty pair of nipple vices…she grinned and said, “You tell me if you think I’m serious?”

 

The offer

The next day I went looking for Tom.  Not quite sure what I would do.  I thought maybe I could plead with him and he’d do it, or I’d offer to work a few of his shifts for him.  Tom was nice enough, but no dice.   He had plans that weekend.  Totally humiliated, I stammered out what about your original offer.  Now he was puzzled…then he got it…you serious?  Yes I replied.   Deal he excitedly said adding, “Were and when?”   “When do you want?”   “How about now, my roommate is at class.”    Feeling totally humiliated I followed him to his dorm room.  Being a rowdy all male dorm it seemed every eye was on me as we walked into his room and he closed the door. 

For a minute we just stood there.  I could tell he was a bit nervous as well.   He asked me if I wanted him to sit on the bed or what?   I asked him what he preferred.  He swallowed hard and stated, “I’d like you to take your top off and then get on your knees.”   He stood there waiting to see if I would comply.  I took my blouse off and then slowly slid out of my bra.  I could see from the front of his pants he was rock hard.   Standing there half naked he asked nervously if he could also touch my breasts.  I nodded yes and he began feel them and then he awkwardly tugged on my nipples. 

He was literally shaking.   I asked if he was a virgin…he blurted out something about some past girlfriend…almost…interrupted.  I grinned and said so you are a still a virgin.   He admitted yes.   Grinning, I asked how long before his roommate was back.  He said he had a job right after class so he would not be back for quite a while.   I slid my jeans off and teasingly pulled down my panties.   I got a, “holy shit your more beautiful than I have ever fantasized”, for my efforts.  Standing naked before him I leaned up and kissed him while placing one of his hands at the edge my pussy.  He got the hint and probed it while we stood there and kissed.   

Pulling away from his embrace I knelt in front of him and undid his pants.  His cock was almost bursting through his briefs.  Grinning I tugged down on his briefs to free his toy.  Looking up into his eyes I slowly engulfed his cock in my mouth.  His whole body was trembling as I proceeded to give him his first blow job.   It didn’t take long for him to cum.  He warned me when he was about to blow and he tried to pull out…I held him in my mouth, taking and swallowing his load.   

He staggered back and sat on the bed.   Reaching for his briefs he started to pull them up when I put my hand in the way.   Again he was puzzled, as I took his sneakers off and freed him entirely of his pants and briefs.   Kneeling still I began to kiss his feet and slowly worked my way up his hairy legs…kissing and licking along the way and occasionally tugging gently on his cock.  

My attentions slowly began to have an effect.  He stammered out, “I’m getting hard again”…I grinned, “That’s the idea.”  “Are you going to blow me again”, he replied as my mouth closed on his scrotum.   I stopped sucking on his ball sack long enough to reply, “No, your going to fuck me.”   His cock went rigid.  Reaching over him I pulled a condom out of my purse and using my lips unrolled it down his cock. 

 Now I was being the dominant one.   I pushed him down on his bed and straddled his prone body.   Grabbing his cock, I guided it to the waiting lips of my now soaked pussy.  It slid right in.   As I rode his cock I told him to reach up and grab my tits.  He complied, but too gently for me now…I told him harder and he tugged at them as I used my taunt thigh muscles to thrust my pelvis up and down on his manhood.   This time he lasted longer and timing the self-administration of my clit while we fucked...we came together. 

Lying now across his sweat soaked body; I asked him if he had enjoyed himself.  He let out an enthusiastic hell’ya.  We lingered for a bit cuddled up in his twin bed until I sensed it was time to go.  As I was fixing my self in his mirror, he sat on the edge of his bed with that little boy look he sheepishly asked if it was possible to do it again some time.  I gave him a good night kiss and told anything is possible for those who don’t kiss in tell. “I won’t,” he eagerly said.   Good I replied as I left his room.   Mission accomplished.

 

Jane was pleased.  We had a very pleasant night with no real demands on my body or my time.   In light of the rest of the day that was good.   I laid wake that night thinking about the enjoyment of the subtle change of being more dominant and enjoying that as well.  At that moment Jane walked by the door of my room…a pleasant thought crossed my mind…I wondered.   Only time would tell.

 

The Exam

Friday morning Greg and Jane where all business as they prepared for the weekend.  Jane handed me a garment bag and told me I was to wear the contents.  It contained a very revealing leather outfit with matching accessories.  The garment was made mostly of narrow straps that crossed my chest and attached to a small loin cloth that covered my front but left me fully exposed in the back.  Around the waist were three medal rings, one on each side, and one in the small of my back.  I also had leather cuffs with medal rings around my ankles and wrists.   The final touch was an open leather tied pair of black stiletto heels.  I stood in the mirror admiring myself when Grieg walked in dressed in leather as well.   “My, my,” he said, “don’t we look tasty.”   Jane as usual was all business.  She told me to kneel at her feet until we were ready to go. 

When it was time to leave, Jane attached a leash to my neck collar and held it as we walked to the car.  It was a short drive to the party house, which did nothing to alleviate my fears.  I figured the closer the party was, the greater the chance that I would run into someone who knew me from school.  As we entered the house we were met by a rather large and intimidating man with a clipboard.  He asked pointing at me “is she the slave?”  Mistress Jane said yes and he instructed me to bend over.   He wrote a number on each of my ass cheeks with a black magic marker.  We were then allowed to enter.

Jane led me around by the leash as she and Greg mingled with the guests.  I could feel the stares everywhere we went.   One gentleman commented to Jane, “Looks like a new one, how experienced?”  Jane said,” we are still breaking her in, but she is a quick learner.”  The man smiled.   

The house was huge with a large open space design to it.  Most of what looked like normal furniture was stacked up against the walls.   This made room for a small stage, and what looked like the equipment from a rather well stocked dungeon.   There were 3 different types of wooden crosses with shackles, two stockades, a large and small cage, a number of leather padded wooden horses, and sturdy leather sex swings in every corner.  Along one wall was a large display of whips and paddles.   Next to them was an assortment of nipple clips, chains, and handcuffs.   There were all sorts of spreaders and a virtual smorgasbord of sex toys of various shapes and sizes.   In the midst of all this were three vendors explaining various items to potential clientele.  Jane stopped us in front of a display of strap-on dildos.   Greg laughed and said, “Don’t get any ideas.”  Jane grinned “oh it wouldn’t be for you…unless you wanted it to be…as she tugged on my leash.”

Looking around I saw the other slaves.  Each had a different black number written on his or her ass.  All were being led around by a leash.  The sound of a large gavel being stuck galvanized the crowd.  A tall well built older gentleman dressed in black took the stage and invited everyone to the swap.  He went over some per functionaries, were sleeping quarters were located, what would be served for meals, and then he went into an elaborate explanation of swap procedures that was a bit hard to follow.  When that was done he summoned a large busty blond woman in a black latex outfit to the stage.  This is Nina; she will be our examiner.  She ordered the assembled crowd to put the slaves in the large cage.  All total, there were twelve of us, four men and eight girls.   Nina had a doctors table complete with stirrups rolled onto the stage.  We saw that before a large curtain was drawn across the cage to block our view.  The twelve of us stood in silence. 

Two burly men opened the door and called for slave number 7.  No one immediately stepped forward so they started to physically push and shove us around until they found a girl with 07 on her ass.  One man chided her on why she was such a dumb slut.  “Don’t you know your number,” he shouted, as the other man belted her across the ass.  She pleaded as they dragged her out of the cage.  The male slave next to me whispered,”your number nine.”  I took a quick glance at his ass and said “four.”  The games began.

I was the fifth one summoned.  Once out of the gage I was forced to my knees and commanded to crawl through the crowd to the stage.  Once on the stage I was roughly lifted by two men and tied me down on the doctors table with a foot in each stirrup.  Nina started the exam.  She probed me with a latex gloved hand commenting on my body as she explored.  Those interested where then invited to examine me as well.  Finally I was stripped naked, gagged and then shacked to one of the crosses with my arms bond up high and my feet spread. 

As I hung in my shackles I looked around and saw the other four slaves that had been ahead of me similarly bound to either a cross, in a swing, or bent over a wooden horse.  This ritual proceeded until all 12 of us where examined.   The master of ceremonies then retook the stage and told the Doms and Dominatrix that they had out done themselves, and that we were a splendid group of slaves. 

Besides the slaves and the master of ceremonies, there where 12 groups of owners in attendance.   The make up of owners varied, mostly two being a couple, but as I learned one group consisted of 3 women, another 3 men, and the largest group 3 men and one woman.   Each group got 4 tickets to start the event.   In front of each slave was a small box.  The owners would put one ticket in the four boxes of the slaves they desired.  This would repeat itself through out the weekend and they were not allowed to have the same slave twice.   One ticket was drawn from a slave’s box to determine the day’s owner.  If an owner team was picked twice or more in a round they could choose the slave of their choice and another ticket would be drawn to assign the remaining slaves.

 

First Swap

 

In the first round the ticket representing the group of three women was initially drawn from my box.   They were considered by the other owners as novices.  I was somewhat relieved figuring I could start out in what seemed like more pleasant company.   Such was not the case; they also drew a young male, slave number 4 and decided on him.  On the redraw, I got the three men who were better known for being sadistic Doms.   I could see concern in Jane’s eyes as she walked by me. 

When they approached I thought they would first release me.  Instead Sir Max as I was instructed to call him tightened the shackles on my wrists and pulled my arms up higher as the other two men redirected the chains around my ankles to two loops about shoulder high and 10 feet apart.   They then pulled on the chains lifting my feet off the floor and prying my legs apart.   My shoulders ached in pain as they bore the brunt of my body weight.  When they had my legs split as far as they would go, Max pulled out a small black box with a crank handle on it.  From it he pulled two wires with alligator clips and attached one to my clit and one to the left lip of my spread pussy.   The three of them sat back and watched has Max turned the crank.  My whole body went rigid when the current hit me.   As soon as I stopped shaking he would zap me again.   This went on for a good 20 minutes until I peed all over the floor.   Max asked if I would like him to stop…crying I nodded up and down.  He took the gag out of my mouth and told me I was a worthless cunt and needed to service them all.   He had the other two loosen the chains and lower me all the way to the floor.  As I was trying to catch my breath when one the men pulled my hair and shoved his huge dick down my throat.  He growled, “make me cum bitch and swallow every drop or I will shock you again” I never sucked a guys cock with so much enthusiasm before.   I was bound and determined to make it the best blow job he ever had. 

The other man was now behind me.   I heard him spit into his hand.   He announced “that’s all the lube you get” as he wiped his spit up and down his shaft.   He placed the tip of his cock on my anus and forced his way in.  I screamed, but it didn’t stop him.   He forced it past my painfully protesting sphincter muscle and started to jack hammer my ass.   The man in front grabbed my hair again and called me a cunt for stopping, and once again shoved his dick down my throat.  Max stood their and watched.   When the man in my ass was about to cum, he pulled out and shot his load over my face.  At that instance, the second man shot a load down my throat.  With cum dripping down my chin he excused me of not swallowing his load and grabbed the chains on my wrist and pulled me up rigid again. 

Before I could protest, Max was attaching the alligator clips on my nipples and cranking the box.   It jolted again, but it was not as bad as when attached to my clit.  Max handed the box to the ass fucker and with a gloved hand he proceeded to probe my pussy.   First with two fingers and then with four, not being satisfied until his whole fist was in me. Every time I would yelp, the ass fucker would zap me.  Eventually, the other man said something to Max and he withdrew his hand.  I was unbound from the cross and half dragged across the floor to a bed.  Max got beneath me and entered my pussy as the ass fucker reentered my rear.  I was being fucked by a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass, and then the other Dom slapped my face with his cock until I opened it and sucked it in.  Every hole was now filled as each man fucked me.  One by one each of them pulled out and shot his load across my face.  When the final man finished, they high fived themselves and Max said, “See I told you, I knew this bitch could take it.”  And I did.   Being spent themselves they handcuffed me to a bar on the wall.  Each man then pissed on me and left.   I spent the rest of the first day in a corner of the main room, covered in cum and piss.  But I was not complaining, the electro-shocking had stopped and sitting covered in cum and piss was far more comfortable.

 

           

The rest period

            A ringing bell woke me up.  I was still sitting in piss and cum handcuffed to a wall when Nina appeared and released me.  She told me I need to take a shower and led me to them.   When I walked in the other slaves stopped and stared.  I must have looked as bad as I felt.  The cum had dried on my face and hair and I smelled of urine and there were noticeable tiny burn marks on my very bruised nipples.  I stood their total drained and exhausted waiting my turn to shower.  Slave number four pulled me in with him and began to wash my body.  He was joined by two others who gently scrubbed me from head to toe.  It felt great.  They even helped dry my body.  Nina showed up with ointment and slave number 4 tenderly rubbed it on my bruised nipples. 

            When we were all done we were led back to the large cage whose floor was now covered with mattresses and blankets.  I held slave number 4’s hand as we entered the cage.  Finding a spot on the floor I fell asleep in his arms.   At dawn, the gavel knocked again.   We were led out to breakfast.

 

The second swap

            After breakfast our arrival outfits were returned to us and we were ordered to dress and then sit quietly in the large cage until summoned.   This time once called the process was fast.  When my turn came a leash was put on my collar and I was led out of the house to an awaiting car.  The back door was opened and I was instructed to sit up straight and place my hands in my lap where they were handcuffed together and then linked to the medal rings on the sides of my outfit.  

            A man and a woman dressed in black police like uniforms got in the front and we drove away.   I sat in silence.  We drove for only a short time and pulled into a driveway in the center of town adjacent to my favorite coffee shop.   As the car got to the end of the driveway the driver veered off onto the side of the lawn and continued to drive toward a large shed, the back of which replaced a section of a high privacy fence.  They stopped and the woman got out.  I could see her taking a pad lock off the shed door and as it opened the man told me to slide my feet out of the car.  He ran another chain through medal rings attached to my ankles, stood me up, put a tight fitting black hood on my head and then marched me toward the shed.  

            When we entered I was stopped in front of a counter and the hood was removed.  A bright light was shining at me and the woman demanded my hand which was now uncuffed.  Ink was spread on it and I was finger printed and a photo was taken.  With the bright light being shined in my eyes I could only make out what looked like a jail cell.   Instantly I new my new couple was playing out a scene.  I let out a little smile, but was immediately rewarded by a stinging whip across my bare ass for the jester. 

Using nightsticks under each arm I was pulled back out of the shred and into the back yard.  Neither said much as my restraints were undone from my outfit.  They both took a step back and looked at me for a minute.  Then the man said one word, “strip.”   And he stood back and folded his arms waiting.  The woman had a menacing whip in her hand and added “now!” for emphasis.  I did as I was told.   In a minute I was standing totally naked in their backyard. 

            I did not see the rope and pulleys in the two adjoining trees until the woman tied a tight knot around each of my wrists.    Then each pulled on a rope until my arms were stretched out between the trees.   She put a black latex hood with an integrated ball gag over my head and cinched it tight.  I could only hear them now.   Delouse her was the next barked instruction by the man.   I heard a power washer start up, and my body was blasted with cold water.  I tried to cry out but the gag prevented it.  With the shocking coldness of the water and the gag in my mouth I was finding it difficult to breath.   My tormentor must have sensed this and stopped long enough for me to catch my breath…and then she moved and hit me with another blast of cold stinging pressurized water. She kept repeating the process only stopping long enough for me to catch my breath. Not knowing when or were it was coming from I could not prepare for it.   I heard her laughing, she was enjoying herself.  Walking around me she sprayed every inch of my body as I tried in vein to wiggle away from the cold hard jets of water.   When they finished, they left me there wet and shivering.  I stood their, tied between the trees for hours.   One of them would come out on occasion to check on me and often put a tube through an opening in the gag and pump liquid in my mouth demanding that I swallow whatever was offered.    

            As I stood there drawn naked between the trees I could here the everyday sounds of life passing by the high privacy fence surrounding their backyard.   I stood bound there for hours.  Finally I felt the ropes loosen.  For a moment I had almost complete freedom.  Then I felt two medal tips push into my left ass cheek and a needle prick on the left side.  In an instant I was on the ground.  I had been tazzered and drugged.  

When I started to come too, I could not move.   I had been tied up by a real pro.  My hands where drawn tight behind me.  Coils of rope where cinched around my breasts to the point they where swelling. The rope work had me in a kneeling position that I could not move out of and some type of medal bar was forcing my ankles wide apart.  “Good, your back with us,” was the first indication that I was not alone.  Something else was very different as well.

            The smell, it was coffee and I was on a floor… a hard wood floor.  Then I heard it.  There were other people here, a group of them.  I could tell from the sounds I was somewhat elevated.   Then a voice, a familiar voice, “Don’t you look lovely.”  I tried to place it.   Then it hit me, it was my rather eclectic friend from the in-town coffee shop.   Could it be, was I in the shop….not like this….the fear paralyzed me.  I dreaded this most of all; that my regular world would find me out.  But they wouldn’t have a bound naked woman on display in a public coffee shop…or would they…what time was it? 

            Someone was loosening the ropes.  Getting circulation back into my arms and legs was very painful.   How long had I been tied up?  Someone was rubbing my legs, another person my arms.  Slowly all the ropes where removed.   In their place a leather belt was put around my waist and my wrists where cuffed to it.   Someone grabbed me from behind and lifted me.  Forcing me to walk…she whispered you need walk to get your circulation back.  As I walked hands would reach out and feel my body.  Still hooded I could not see a thing.

            Slowly my muscle’s loosened and the pain of being tied up for hours rescinded.  A man freed my wrists, but warned me not to try and remove the mask.   The background noise all but died.  He held my arm and walked me across the room.  Then he told me to step up as I approached some stairs…again he commanded….a second step.  He turned me around and told me to step forward lifting my feet high again.  I stepped on what felt like a small thin foam mattress.   He told me to reach out sideways with both hands.  I felt a medal pole on either side of me.   I expected to have my wrists once again tied to them.  Instead, he ran a length of chain from the each pole and secured it to a leather belt that was around my waist.  It was my only restraint and it freely moved up and down the pole.  He instructed me to hold the poles and stand their and wait.  A quick crack of a whip got my attention and I did as instructed.

            As I held the poles a pair of soft hands started to caress my body.   A light soothing cream was being massaged into me.  The hands were tender, yet demanding as my body was explored.  The cream warmed and further loosened my muscles.  Then she said in soft voice, prepare yourselves gentlemen.  All around me I heard he distinct sound of belts and zippers being undone, men stripping off their cloth… many men.  I was near panic, and then I felt a woman’s naked body press into mine. 

            “Are you ready for your sentence slut,” is all she said as two sets of firm hands pushed me to my knees.  With that she removed my hood.   The sudden exposure to bright light was painful and at first blinded me.   As my sight slowly came back, my worse fears where realized.  I was in my favorite coffee shop and I was naked in front of a dozen men.   As my sight came into focus, so did my recognition…I had seen most of them in this very coffee shop before.  They knew who I was.

            They all came up on stage with me and began stroking their cocks.   Then my eclectic friend put his dick at my mouth and told me to open wide.  I did and he proceeded to fuck my mouth.   Another man entered me from behind and all around me men where jerking their meat…waiting for their turn.

            There was only one other woman in the now closed shop.  She walked naked among the assembled men teasing them.   I’m going to shot announced one man.  Taking charge she quickly pulled him up to me and pulled my head off one cock to now suck his.  He exploded as soon as I wrapped my lips around his shaft.  She pushed me off so he could finish by shooting all over my face.   He was no sooner done than the man fucking my pussy pulled out and stepped up to my face pumping a gusher across it.  He was barely done when another man entered me and other cock was pushed down my throat while yet another man grabbed my hand and had me jack him off.  For a good hour I was forced to fuck and suck every man there.   When my pussy got loose and sloppy my ass was used.  Every man came by shooting on my face and chest.    The last man standing was my eclectic friend.   When he finally came, he covered my eyes in cum and someone held my hands so I could not wipe it away.

            I thought it was over when someone else pulled me to my feet.  My hands and ankles where quickly bound to rings on the poles at either side of my cum drenched body.   The woman started handing out different color lip stick tubes to some of the men.   They started writing things across my body; cum pig, slut, fuck hole, whore, cunt….and across my belly “for a good time call” and below that was my cell phone number.  

            The woman stood behind me with her face not exposed but pulling my hair back forcing me to look straight ahead, unable to hide my face.  In this position a man started shooting pictures from all angles with a digital camera.   The total humiliation was complete. 

            I was left on stage as the men dressed and one by one departed.  When the last of them left, my Master for the evening reappeared and with a bucket and mop and unchained me.   “Clean your mess up” was all he said.   I used the bucket water to first wipe the cum off myself and only managed to smear most of the lipstick.  Then I mopped the floor and took the sheets off the mattress.  When I was done I was instructed to throw the sheets away, “there is a dumpster out back don’t worry no one will see you it’s 3AM.” 

            The Mistress inspected my work and approved.   She gave me a towel and soap and told me to wash myself in the deep sink in the back and then handed me a jar of nocczema saying, “It will remove the lipstick.”   It took a while but I got most of it off.   She came in and looked me over.  Then tenderly wiped up a few spots I missed.   Putting my collar on she said it’s time to go as she brushed her hands through my hair. 

            We returned to the shed.   The cell door was open when we arrived.  I entered without question and found a bed with fresh linen waiting.   In the morning my outfit was returned and once again I was handcuffed for the ride back to party house.    When we arrived, the Mistress got out and kissed me.  Saying I was well worth it and then smiled…and said, “Do drop by for coffee again, we are the shop owners” 

           

The final day

 

            We were allowed to sleep in on the final day.  Mid-morning all of us were ordered to strip in our gage and then marched off to the shower.  When we were all clean and refreshed, Mistress Nina appeared and gave each of us a small bag and told us to assemble in a large room adjoining the shower area.

            We all huddled together naked and waiting with our bags.  Nina and a small entourage of owners arrive and instructed us to open the bags and put on the contents.   Each bag contained a leather belt with medal wrings, a leather harness, and both leather wrist and ankle bracelets with fixed medal rings.   Once dressed out, the owners started to cull out slaves, bringing them into the main hall. One older gentleman approached me and ordered me to follow him. 

            Once in the main room we could see that it was staged with all different bondage devices.  I was stopped in front of raised platform with a padded saw horse on it and instructed bend over the length of it.  My wrist and ankle cuffs where then connected to restraining points on the horse so that I was forced to lie across the top with my legs spread out along two legs.   I had enough freedom to look around the room and see that every slave was being bound to some sort of device.

            When all was done, a silence fell over the hall.  Then the master of ceremonies emerged and addressed the owners.   “On this final day, owner groups are free to pick out any slave that they have not entertained before, but not there own slave.” Having all previously drawn a number at random can I have the first owner group pick a slave.  I was the first slave picked.    A couple in the mid-40’s picked me.  The one stand out feature that set this couple a part was size of the master’s cock.  Flaccid, it was at least 10 inches long. 

            Once all the slaves were picked a bell was sounded and the day began.  This couple was unique in that only the man was dominant.  His first order wasn’t to me, it was to his partner.  He told her to service my pussy with her tongue.   Without hesitation she was on her knees pushing my ass cheek apart, giving her greater access to my slit.  Her tongue was magical.  I was gushing wet in no time at all.  I did not want it to end.  At the height of an incredible orgasm she stopped.  I begged out no, as a wicked slap from whip hit the soft flesh of my ass.  In an instant I went from ecstasy to agony.   Five more lashes were applied, the last one drawing blood. 

            Prepare her ass was the next command.   The woman then started to rim me.  Her tongue first circled the edge of my anus and then vigorously penetrated it.  The pain of the lashing was soon subsiding.  Once again she abruptly stopped.  Then a tube was pushed in my ass and I was given an enema. I was released from the saw horse and my wrists were cuffed behind my back.  I was told to kneel with my head on the ground as the warm liquid that filled my bowels took its effects.   I held this position until my stomach started to cramp and I was in visible pain.  The master and his woman then helped me to my feet and led me away to commode, where I was pushed down and told to empty myself.   Once satisfied, I pulled into a shower and now my wrists were then bound to my ankles.  Master instructed his woman to ensure I was clean.   She had a hose with a high pressure nozzle that she unleashed on my ass and pussy.  Once satisfied, I was dried and brought back to the saw horse were I was once again bent over it and bound.

            I felt the sting of a needle and an injection in each of my ass cheeks.   The woman whispered in my ear, muscle relaxer, trust me you will need it.  The head of the largest cock I had ever seen was now placed at my lips.  Lick it was the command.  My hands were also freed and I was instructed to stroke it as well.   I was impressed and terrified at the size of this monster cock as it started to respond.  When it was semi rigid my hands were bound again and I was told to suck what I could.   Just to get the head in my mouth strained my jaws.  I could only get about four inches down the shaft and my mouth was completely full.  That will do is all he said as I bobbed up and down on only 4 inches of his thickening shaft. 

            As I was doing my best to orally service this monster cock, I felt a pressure on my anus.  How much the master demanded?  “My hand is all the way in,” she replied.  Yes that was it, I could feel it.  The shots had numbed my ass, but there was a great pressure as I was being analy fisted.   Move away he command as he withdraw his now engorged cock from my mouth.   It had to be at least 14 inches long and as thick as a beer can.  Walking behind me, I felt it as he put the tip at my ass.   I yelled out now realizing he was about to sodomize me with that monster.  I was in true fear that he would rip me open.  Then he pushed in.  Even with the muscle relaxer, the pain was immense.  Without it though I truly think I would have passed out.  I screamed again, but this time a ball gag was deftly pushed in my mouth to quiet me.  Tear flowed down my face as he continued the assault on my ass. 

            He announce to his partner, half way in as he backed out and started to pump me.  I started to pass out.   Smelling salts were quickly put under nose to snap me back to my reality of pain.  Now her nipples he commanded.  His partner slipped under the saw horse  with what I thought were nipple clips, instead she pierced one nipple and then the other without numbing them.  On each wrenching of my body, he pushed deeper into me.  Each of my nipples now had a gold ring in it.  She ran a long chain through each the ends of which she handed to her master.   He then commanded me to push back into him, open my ass as if I were trying to expel him.  Not understanding I did nothing.  This got a rapid tug on the chains attached to my freshly pierced nipples. Again I nearly fainted and again I was revived.   Do as I say he commanded. 

            I pushed back as if to take a bowel movement and then I felt his cock push in deeper.  Again he commanded as he took a strain on the chains.  And again his cock pushed forward.  My insides were being savaged.  Finally he said I’m there.   He had all 14 inches of beer can thick cock in my ass.  He only paused a second before he started to slowly fuck me.  Unlike any other anal fucking I have taken, the pain never subsided.  This went on for a good fifteen minutes when he announced he was coming.  Then slowly I could feel his cock shrink a bit and then all at once he withdrew it. It felt like he was pulling out my guts as he did. 

            He walked in front of me with his now flaccid cock and told his partner to undo the chains from my nipples.  I could see that there were traces of blood on it, my blood.  It will heel slave is all he said.  You can keep the gold nipple rings slave; you earned them he said as he walked away with his partner.  They left me there still bound to the saw horse with a mixture of cum and blood dripping from my assaulted ass.    The party was over.