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Helen finally found the time to test her new slave Lisa. They had spoken on the phone and Helen had at last got the impression that Lisa was capable and willing enough to spend her life in the confines of a small room that was her dungeon and her cell. Over the last few weeks Lisa completed all sorts of tasks for her mistress, humiliating ones, painful ones and a challenging one: to rub herself at least three times a day without being allowed to cum. Helen preferred her sluts desperate and horny.

 

When Saturday came around Lisa stood outside Helens apartment. The small blonde lowered her eyes as she waited for her mistress to finally let her in and make Lisa her own. The thought of becoming a slave made her cunt cream. This was what she had always been waiting for; this was what she was born to be: a slave, nothing more than a breathing toy for her new mistress, nothing but a form of entertainment.

 

 

As Helen opened the door Lisa couldn’t help but lift her head and look at the woman she was to submit to. Instantly she got a hard smack to her face and lowered her head again. Not five seconds into her new life and already she had fucked it up. The thought of a life in pain and humiliation that seemed to her as her salvation shrivelled to sheer panic to be sent away. After what seemed like an eternity Lisa felt a hand grabbing her nipple roughly through the silk top she was wearing and pulling her inside. As the door fell shut behind her Lisa felt nothing but relief.

 

Helen didn’t release her grip on Lisa’s nipple as she dragged Lisa behind her to a heavy door. Behind that door was Lisa’s new universe. A chamber no bigger than 10 by 12 ft, no windows, cramped with all sorts of things that would hurt. Helen brought her knee up to Lisa’s cunt a few times, keeping her grip on Lisa’s nipples to keep her standing. The first hit knocked the wind out of Lisa and after the second one she felt like all her weight was supported by her nipples which wasn’t that far from the truth. Once Helen released her grip Lisa fell to her knees and tried to catch her breath. Helen walked behind Lisa who was now on all fours and kicked her squarely in her cunt. That made Lisa double over and lie on the ground holding her cunt. Helen used the time to rip the clothes off Lisa.

 

Next she put her heel on Lisa’s back and pressed her to the ground, then sat on her back to tie her hands in a reverse prayer position and fit a large gag in her mouth. She made Lisa stand again by dragging her up by her hair and pushed her towards a padded horse. Lisa had to lie her chin on top of the horse so that her ass was high up in the air. Helen fitted alligator clamps on her nipples and tied them to the legs of the horse to keep Lisa in place and chained her legs to the hind legs of the horse to keep her legs open and helpless. As she heard the first swish of the cane and felt a heavy pain on her ass Lisa knew this was the first of many treatment she was about to get. Helen used canes and whips on Lisa’s ass and only stopped when her own hand ached. By this time Lisa’s ass was deep red and welted piece of swollen flesh more than a nice firm ass it had been not to long ago. Lisa was barely conscious by that time, a prisoner to her own hormones and the overwhelming sense of gratitude.

 

 

Finally Helen decided it was time to give herself a treat. She put on her strap-on, covered the shaft with tiger balm and started to fuck Lisa’s ass relentlessly. During that she ran her fingernails hard over Lisa’s cunt, grinding Lisa’s labia and clit between her fingers while tugging on the chain that secured her tits to the horse. Lisa’s world centred on her own ass at the time and she felt it was fitting for her that her ass had become the predominant part of her body. At last Helen grew tired of fucking her, pulled out and replaced the strap-on with a huge plug. Helen thought it was the right time for a cigarette break and casually ran the glowing tip of the cigarette over Lisa’s ass until she finally stubbed it out on Lisa’s ass cheek. Lisa finally lost the strength to give herself to her mistress any longer and fainted.

 

Lisa came to as Helen used hemp rope to bind her dangling tits tightly. She had taken off the clamps and ordered Lisa to lie her tits on top of the horse. Once Lisa’s tits rested on the horse Helen re-attached the clamps on her nipples. Tears dwelled in Lisa’s eyes as she saw Helen appear in front of her with the cane. Helen knew no pity once she started caning Lisa’s bound swollen orbs and didn’t stop before her tits matched the colour of her ass. But that wasn’t the end of her breast torture. Helen put a collar around Lisa’s neck and attached the clamps to the collar, so that her tits were pulled upward to reveal their yet untouched underside. Lisa closed her eyes and whimpered as Helen raised the cane. Every whack of the cane made Lisa understand more that she wasn’t a beloved slave but a thing to be abused. She came to think that it had never been any other way, every day in the past twenty-one years that she hadn’t spent like that she had been betraying herself and even more betrayed any true master or mistress. She had spent years obviously avoiding what was her fate and her only purpose of being. And she had denied others the opportunity to torture her to their heart’s content. For that misbehaviour alone she deserved to spend her life in tortures much worse than the one she was going through right now. During whacks Lisa tried to articulate the words “thank you” through the gag until Helen brought down one particularly vicious blow down on her clamped nipples that made Lisa see stars. Helen just hissed to her through clenched teeth to shut up and Lisa bowed her head again. Stupid cunt, she thought to herself, fucking up a second time in just one day.

 

Helen untied her and sent her to the ground with a kick directly on the butt plug. As Lisa lay flat on the belly Helen made her spread her legs and stepped on the plug putting pressure on Lisa’s asshole. Helen let Lisa crawl on the floor on her belly making sure she rubbed her bound tits on the carpet. While Lisa crawled around Helen emptied two boxes of thumbtacks and poured them on the seat of a chair. Then she pulled Lisa to her knees by her hair and untied her tits. Lisa winced as the blood rushed back and Helen slapped her tits for a while until she made Lisa kneel in front of the chair and lie her tits on the seat and thus the thumbtacks. Helen lowered herself on Lisa’s tits and sat down on them wriggling around to drive the thumbtacks deeper into Lisa’s tits. Lisa bowed her head to get close to Helen’s pussy but she couldn’t quite reach it with her tongue. Instead she inhaled the musky scent of her pussy as deep as she could, knowing that this alone was as much reward as she could possibly get. Her mistress made it clear to her that the body of her mistress was out of limits for the kind of slave that Lisa was. She was never to dip her tongue in Helen’s pussy nor would Helen ever put a part of her body inside her, no fisting, no direct contact, not even licking her ass was suitable for the worthless bitch. No skin on skin contact ever. Helen lit another cigarette and had a smoke while Lisa squirmed under her. Once the cigarette was almost burned out Helen got up and stubbed it out on Lisa’s left nipple. Again Lisa struggled to stay conscious and this time she succeeded only to see Helen bring down the heel of the boot on her right nipple and grind it under her heel. Lisa was bucking as she feared that Helen might just rip her nipple right off until she mercifully passed out again.

 

 

When Lisa opened her eyes again she found herself tied to the floor. Her hands were tied above her head and her legs were spread wide and chained to the wall leaving her cunt wide open. As she looked down she was somewhat surprised that her tits were still intact and nothing was missing, even though they looked like they had been deep fried. Between her legs Helen stood with a whip in her hand. Lisa hardly had the time to brace herself for the first blow to her cunt. The sharp pain caused by the whip set off fireworks in her brain and her groin, her cunt started to cream involuntarily. Helen noticed of course and doubled her effort sending an endless shower of blows to Lisa’s cunt. By the time Helen stopped both were panting. Helen took a huge vibrator shoved it in Lisa’s cunt and then used her heel to drive it all the way in. Lisa gurgled into her gag and felt gracious until she noticed an increasing burn inside her cunt. Helen had coated the vibrator in chilli sauce before shoving it in and the size of the vibrator that touched her cervix  and the relentless burn of the special lubricant pushed Lisa over the edge and she came violently as she felt Helen’s boot shoving the vibrator all the way in and the tip of her boot grinding her clit.

 

Before Lisa could recover Helen put electrodes around Lisa’s cunt and asshole and set a timer to send random shocks to her ass and cunt. Lisa felt the first jolt letting her cunt spasm in another orgasm as Helen left, locked the door and left Lisa in darkness.

 

 

When Helen returned after three hours Lisa was basically incoherent. She ripped the electrodes from Lisa’s body and held a pot full of molten candle wax over Lisa. Slowly she started pouring the way all over her body and watched her struggle as she coated her slave’s body with wax. She had a cigarette break while the wax hardened on Lisa’s body then stubbed this one out on the sole of Lisa’s foot. Raising her cat o nine tails she whipped the wax of Lisa’s body until her tender flesh showed just different shades of dark red. Helen then untied her hands, threw a bag of clothes pins next to Lisa and ordered her to put the clothes pins on her body. Lisa gulped as she noticed there were about two hundred pins in the bag. It took almost one hour and all of Lisa’s strength to put all the clothes pins on herself while her legs were still tied. When it came to putting the clothes pins on her cunt Lisa was determined to show that at least as a toy she was worth anything. So she tried to put as many on her cuntflaps as possible, even pinching the insides of her labia and managing to get three clothes pins on her clit. Once she was finished she lay back and panted not daring to look at her mistress. Helen put a small vibrator in her hand and ordered Lisa to make herself cum while the clothes pins where still on her body. Lisa was eager to obey and in no time an orgasm washed over her. She closed her eyes and her hand clawing the vibrator came to a rest. Instantly she felt the cane on the soles of her feet as Helen ordered her to continue stimulating her cunt and not stop until she was ordered to. Lisa then understood that this was no treat for her but a new torture. Helen sat down and watched as Lisa brought herself to a series of orgasms, each increasingly painful. Whenever she slowed down Helen caned her feet, yawning occasionally. Finally after three hours the batteries died.

 

Helen untied Lisa’s legs, whipped off the clothes pins and ordered her to fist her own cunt. Lisa knelt and slowly started to put her fingers inside her cunt. Her mistress was annoyed quickly and ordered her to shove her hand in quickly underlining her order with a series of hard whacks on her ass. Lisa hurried and managed to shove her hand inside her painfully swollen cunt. The next order was to fist her ass with her other hand while her cunt stayed fisted. Lisa squirmed around on the floor trying to find a position in which she was able to work some fingers up her asshole. Again Helen whipped her until finally she was able to get her whole hand inside her ass. Lisa felt like her ass was being torn apart while her insides were as full as she had never dreamt it to be possible. Before she could ponder on her situation Helen put handcuffs around Lisa’s wrists showing from her holes, then put a chain around Lisa’s hips and connected the handcuffs to it, so that Lisa’s fists were trapped inside her twat and asshole. A kick to her side sent Lisa to the floor trying to lie down in some position that wouldn’t hurt too much (if that was even possible). Helen yawned again, put out the lights and left Lisa in darkness. As she tried to get some sleep and rolled around on the floor as much as she could Lisa remembered the proverb “today is the beginning of the rest of your life”. She closed her eyes hoping that it was true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By the way: I’m still looking for a female slave to be dominated online for a new story. This one is supposed to be a real life account and the e-mail conversation will be posted here as a continuing story. So if you think you can keep up with my demands and love the idea of exposing yourself to other by having them read about your obedience and your ordeals, contact me. I got some spare time on my hands and think about a project like this as a hobby, sure beats collecting stamps.