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The seventh day with Mistress Ruby was testing day, she had told me; I had two hours to bring her ten orgasms, after which I would be allowed to orgasm for the first time in over a week.
I started by asking a question.
"May your slave kiss her mistress?"
At her nod, a smirk turning her luscious lips up, I moved toward her and pressed my body against hers, my hands flat against her clothed belly, just under her magnificent breasts, my head tilted up, my lips parted, and pushed myself onto my toes so I could press my lips against hers, a thrill shooting through me as our tongues met. I shivered as I felt her hands rest loosely on my hips, and I realized that she was going to make me, her little sex toy, do all the work in pleasuring her. God, it was incredibly sexy being in control yet not being in control.
I held the kiss for a long time, letting our heat grow, feeling her respond, her hands moving to my shoulders as I slid my hands under her shirt, feeling the heat of her body through my hands. I pulled away and asked another question, my eyes down.
"May your slave request that her mistress relax so that her slave can perform for her?"
"Very well," she responded, and sat down on my master's couch.
I slowly walked until I was in front of her and began doing a slow striptease like she had taught me, slowly revealing my body to her, watching her eyes devour me, my peripheral vision catching my master sitting in the kitchen, watching his slut, my body trembling in excitement. Nude, I crawled over to her, exaggerating my movements as I performed for her, my tongue finding her boots, making them glisten as I worshiped them, and her.
When I had licked every inch of them, lifting her feet to clean the bottom of her boots with my tongue, I slowly slid my body up her legs, my breast running against the insides of her calves and thighs, my hands caressing the outsides, my face sliding against her legs, then against her skirt, across her belly, over her breasts, my hands following, until my face was pressed against the side of her neck, and I felt the goosebumps on her skin from my hot breath.
"May your slave remove your bustiere?"
Assent, and I kept my lips brushing her neck as I worked my hands around her back, working the zipper on her bustiere, sliding it off of her body, revealing her perfect breasts as I pulled it away from her body, leaning back, my eyes demurely downcast even as I took in her body, my breasts brushing against her stomach, my lips just beneath her neck. I started to run my tongue across her flesh, dragging my lips across her skin as I bathed her shoulders and breasts and stomach with my spit, my hands stroking her legs as I pleasured her.
I sensed her excitement as I slid my mouth along the top of her skirt, and lifted my head to ask for permission to remove it. She merely lifted her hips and I slid it down her legs, trailing my tongue along her inside of her right leg, licking and caressing my way back up those perfect calves and thighs, nuzzling my nose against her black panties, pushing it against the damp wetness of her crotch, feeling her thighs tense and relax as I smelled the aroma of her arousal.
I stopped, and crawled over to where Mr. Cameron had brought out his toys, keeping my back arched and my ass displayed for my mistress, my cunt slick with my frustrated lust and my excitement at serving my mistress. I took my time choosing the items, keeping my shoulders low, my legs spread, and my ass and pussy exposed. I placed one end of a two-headed dildo-gag in my mouth, wrapped a belt and a coarse, hemp rope across my neck, and grabbed a set of leather cuffs and a pair of vicious nipple clamps in one hand and a short cat-o-nine tails in the other.
I crawled back to kneel in front of her, meeting her eyes with mine, seeing the lust and the amusement there as I reached up and strapped the dildo-gag around my head, buckling it in place, one end pressing against the back of my throat, the other end jutting out lewdly from my lips. I put the belt on, cinching it tight so that it cut into my flesh, and tied the rope around the back and front, running it between my cunt-lips, pulling it until I whimpered through the gag, pain and lust flooding me as I watched my mistress's eyes begin to sparkle with desire.
The nipple clamps went on, making my tits throb, each beat of my heart making my cunt ache to be used, the pain and need in my eyes only exciting Mistress Ruby more. She was leaning forward now, her legs wide, her eyes locked on mine, her breathing quick, her eyes shining. I put the whip in my lap and fastened the cuffs behind my back, trapping my arms, before falling onto my back, my legs turned to the side, my back and hips arched up by my bound arms, my hair haloed around my head, the dildo-gag jutting obscenely from my mouth, the tendrils of the cat-o-nine black against my pale flesh.
I let my eyes and my body do the talking, begging her to use me, to do anything with me she desired. She tormented me for the next twenty minutes, taking the whip to my breasts and stomach, pulling the rope between my spread cunt-lips, rubbing the tender flesh raw, making me scream in desire and agony as she rode the dildo strapped to my mouth, grinding her clit into my chin and her ass into my nose.
She untied the rope around my crotch from the back so she could use it to control me as I knelt on my knees, my face buried in her crotch, the dildo plunging in and out of her as she jerked my body back and forth by the rope, the coarse fibers bloodying my cunt, making me quiver and shake in desire with each excruciating pull, my mind inflamed with lust. By the end of an hour she had only cum three times, but I barely cared at that point, my own frustrated need overwhelming me, my whole body shaking with lust and need.
She was panting after her third orgasm, and untied my hands. I was in a fog of pain and lust, my cunt burning, swollen and red and damp with my own blood and slick with my cunt juice. My nipples throbbed and ached, my heart pounding as the aroma of sex overpowered me. I tore off the gag and slid my head back between her legs, my fingers and tongue working her soaking slit like she had taught me, making her moan and shudder through two more orgasm before she pushed me away.
I slid down further, my tongue finding her anus, rimming her, my own humiliation at doing something so filthy, so twisted, so disgusting driving my lust higher, my hips gyrating against nothing as I pleasured my mistress, pleasing her because, at thirteen years old, that was what I was meant to be, a slave to be used for sex, to please cock and cunts, a thing happy only if her masters were happy.
She tore my sucking lips from her ass and threw me across the ottoman, hands twisting in my hair as she crouched over me, a huge black strap-on splitting my ass as she drove brutally into me. I cried out, the pain and brutality of her use sending me spiraling toward orgasm. I begged her to stop, shouted that I was going to cum, and she stopped, leaving me panting, gasping, on the edge. She pulled me up to my knees, her fake cock still deep in my bowels, and there was my master, a glove on his hand, and he rubbed something into my clit and cunt, his fingers sliding into me.
A cool tingling spread throughout my groin area, and then it I gasped as I felt myself go numb. I stared down at myself as my master played with me, unable to feel anything besides a slight pressure, and I thought to myself, "This is what it must be like to be castrated." As Mistress Ruby pushed my back down over the ottoman and started using my ass again, that thought made me shudder and tremble in desire--to be nothing more than meat to be used without being able to take pleasure made my head spin.
I heard mistress gasp on top of me and I felt her hips shake as she came.
"Damn. She's really good. I think she deserves a reward, don't you?" Mistress Ruby directed her comment to my master, and a dark, perverse eagerness consumed me. They were going to let me cum, going to hurt me and torture me until I couldn't take it any longer and I came and came and came.
"I thought you said she needed to give you ten orgasms? I only counted six."
"Hell, I didn't think she'd make five. Besides, she's about to burst. I'm going to enjoy watching her cum like the little pain-slut she is."
They strapped my over the ottoman, handling me like a puppet, tying my wrists to the ottoman legs, pulling my arms straight. My head hung over the end, a ring gag in my mouth, my breathing labored. My legs were bent at the knees, straps binding my calves to my thighs, rope running behind my knees, to either side of my shoulders, tied to the other legs of the ottoman, pulling them back and spreading them wide, my cunt and ass gaping open, exposed.
"Put this in," I heard my master say, and heard mistress laugh, followed by a sharp, quick pain just above my throbbing, numbed clit. Then something cold stretched my needy cunt, and I knew they were preparing me, their fuck-toy, to use. I closed my eyes and waited, the anticipation making me shake in my bonds.
"That rope sure did a number on her cunt."
"She loves it."
"You are one lucky man. She is something else."
"You're telling me. If she were a little older, what I couldn't do to her."
They chatted for a while, making me wait, waiting for the numbness to wear off. When I started to moan, my hips bucking lewdly, my cunt and ass clenching and unclenching, Mr. Cameron knelt in front of my mouth and slid his semi-hard cock between my lips, sliding it in and out, using my face like a cunt. Mistress knelt by my cunt and I cried out when I felt her fingers on my hyper-sensitized clit, tears of need and pain and desire leaking from my eyes as I panted around master's cock. She pressed against my flesh and I felt a deep, sharp pain in my groin, and I cried out even as I felt my skin start to burn and my heart start to pound.
Mr. Cameron's cock was hard now, deep in my throat, choking me, his hands mauling my breasts, twisting and tearing at them, marking them with bruises as his own. I screamed as something tore at my guts, a blow deep in my cunt forcing the muscles of my core to contract, deep, muscle-born pain ripping through me. And then again, and again like I was being beaten internally, and I couldn't breath and my tits felt like they were being torn off and I felt like I was going to explode, my blood burning and pulsing under my skin.
Then the cane came down on my splayed, tormented cunt, slamming against my abused clit, driving the pin placed just above it earlier even deeper into my flesh. Everything seemed to stop as the pain washed through my body, like I didn't exist, like my flesh couldn't stop it. My vision blackened and every muscle in my body seized up, even under the hammering of the electricity deep in my cunt. The pain seemed to consume me, raging through me, and then it was like some dark, primal force had been awoken, and it blazed up, engulfing the pain, transforming it even as it intensified it. I was cumming; my body was on fire, was exploding, and I was cumming, the blaze of excruciating pleasure fed with each blow of the cane on my defenseless cunt, each jolt of electricity deep inside me, each tearing, ripping twist of my tit-flesh.
They said I passed out after five minutes. I don't remember. All I remember is the overwhelming release.
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