For my Lord

Chapter 13 The Lesson

Life returns to normal, or what passes for normal in my life as a slave. my Lord is away on His business trips again and as time goes on, i start to hope that i may avoid punishment for my lack of control at the Hunt party. i really should know better! i know well enough that to let myself climax without permission is worthy of harsh discipline. On the other hand, i was fucked many times, again and again; it is physically very hard to keep myself from cumming. Maybe He will take that into consideration and be merciful. Anyhow, life goes on without any reference to that event. That He hasn’t used me since then is not unusual.

It allows time for my body to heal itself, but after a while, i miss my Lord and i miss His beautiful cock. i have been penetrated by so many cocks during my servitude, but none can match that of my Lord, whether He is fucking me in my cunt or ass, or permitting me the great privilege of sucking on it and drinking down that delicious cum. i crave it so much.  

Then one morning He is at my cage, leading me out by the collar, and He attaches a dog leash to the ring at the front of the collar. i wait obediently, on all fours. Then my Lord shoves a black hood over my head, thick, so i can’t see through it. My Lord grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back, where He cuffs them. Then He leads me by the leash through the house, me still on my knees. He leads me down the stairs, which i must turn and slowly descend backwards, and i understand that W/we are heading to the dungeon. Now i fear the worst, as so far my only visit to the dungeon was for the horrible torture of the maid and my own cruel whipping.

 

At the bottom of the stairs i am led further, across the rough, uneven stone floor and twice i almost fall forward. Then with an upward tug on the leash, my Lord pulls me to my feet. i am turned around and pushed backward against a thick wooden pillar. “Spread!” He orders and of course i obey at once. He pushes me again against the pillar, and when my back scrapes against the raw wood the command is, "Sit!" When i squat, i feel a vertical wooden peg against my lower body, He manoeuvres my body until this peg is pressing against my unprepared and un-lubed ass-ring.

 

i try to resist, but He forces me down, the wooden peg pressing against and then penetrating my anal sphincter. Leaving me there, He quickly uncuffs my wrists, pulls them backwards behind the pole and recuffs them there. He moves to my front, where one by one, He lifts and pulls up my legs, and shackles my ankles high and wide. my weight is now pushing me down even further onto the wooden peg which must be tapered as it stretches my ass-ring more and more, tearing it further open. The pain makes me wail, but i make no further sound, as i am afraid that will only anger Him.

 

Once i am trapped in this position, open and vulnerable, He pulls the hood off. The light makes me blink, but i am allowed no time to settle myself. My Lord takes off my collar and instead a broad metal ring is shoved under my chin tight around my throat. This is then clipped to the wooden pole. Suddenly i realise this is a sort of adapted garrotte they used in the middle ages to execute or to interrogate the prisoners in Latin countries. Immediately i feel a cold sweat break out all over my body.

 

Now my Lord gives me a lecture about the garrotte and why he has chosen to use this device on me.

“When the garrotte was invented, the idea was execution by strangulation. Through the wood was a rod pulling the ring around the throat and so choking its victim. The death fell in within minutes. Nevertheless the death throws were horrible, as the victim was fully conscious of his death struggle. Therefore, later models got a spike at the end of the rod, so with a big stroke the spike was cutting off the main nerves in the neck going to the brains, thus the victim was immediately unconscious, and then subsequently the strangulation happened in his unawareness. Death was much quicker and cleaner.

But at a certain moment interrogators discovered this device for their job. The spike was covered with a flat piece of wood, so the piercing of the nerves didn’t happen, but strangulation could be very fine tuned. It was very skilled interrogators handling the wheel of which the throat was squeezed at very precise level not to kill the prisoner. Cases are described whereby the victim was tortured in this way for days, brought back to the cell, and to continue the next day. One case was described that the victim died after the fourth day, not by strangulation, but his heart failed, imagine his horrible agony these long long days.

Sometimes an eye would pop out, or the tongue muscle would protrude, until sometimes the tongue would dangle in front of the torso. Therefore a metal clip would often be put in the mouth as a tongue gag, fastened with wire behind the head. It is also described that under pressure on the throat, the body of a man would explode in a sperm spurt of which many women would envy, especially when he was half way standing restrained, his feet free to beat. It was observed that (naked) females in that position would have convulsing cunt muscles, showing opening and closing and probably climaxing as well.  In Spain the last execution was in the 70's under the dictatorship of Franco.

Why, would you ask, does your Lord tell you this? This device, cumface, is by excellence a device to be handled with high self control by the interrogator or executioner. Self control you apparently missed, just cumming when humped like a dog in front of everyone, while your orgasms are privileged for your Lord only. It is clear that you need some tough training on self control. And what is better than your Lord, who Himself has high control when fucking you, how long does it take before He releases Himself? But, hopefully for you, has high self control to use this device.

Now, maybe you start to understand, in this position you are fully open and accessible, your cunt muscles a perfect O to fit His mighty cock, and His hands when penetrating you will handle the wheel which will gently squeeze your throat. And in this game W/we will go together in your training of self control. Oh, by the way let go your climaxes during this session. A female is built for nonstop orgasms.”

Execution!!! By now i am paralysed with fear. One slip of His hand and i will choke to death. Even slightly too much pressure could be enough to permanently injure me. i can already feel as though my eyes are bulging and my mouth is gaping as i gasp for breath, the only sound from my mouth is a rasping wheeze. The agony i feel from my ass-ring being stretched wider than ever before is nothing compared to my terror that i may be strangled by this cruel device. i dare not move a muscle, just stare straight ahead and silently pray that my Lord is careful.

But He spoke of climaxes! “Let go your climaxes,” He said. Surely He isn’t going to fuck me when I’m restrained like this! i know my cunt must be gaping open and, despite my perilous position, i am moist. The irony strikes me, the magnificent cock i was longing for so recently is now to be used on me as an instrument of torture. No, not torture, but His cock is an instrument of love, but… but... it is all so confusing, and it is all due to myself.

i sit trembling, my body a mass of pain; my shoulders and hips ache so much from being pulled in these unnatural positions, my rectum is stretched unbelievably by the tapered wooden peg and even the act of breathing is difficult and painful with my throat being so constricted. i wait in terror of what may be coming next.

After having fixed me in this position, my Lord moved away; out of my sight. ‘What’s he up to?’ i wonder to myself. Then He comes back. He is naked. That powerful cock that i love so much is erect and pointing upwards. A leather hood that leaves His mouth free covers His head. He manoeuvres in front of me, between my widely spread legs. He squats a little, just enough to position His cock-head against my fuck-entry.

i gasp for air, my lungs labouring. But, in spite of my predicament, my cunt is gaping open and wet. Without resistance His cock penetrates the O of my spread cunt, the lips and cunt-ring forming a perfect glove which envelops His cockhead. Normally, i would gasp when He enters me, and now i am gasping not only for lack of air, but also for the heavenly lust between my legs. And i feel how right it is that this way of retraining me is stimulating my vagina, and the deeper opening of my cervix.

His hips slowly rock, at each thrust His gland opening my birth channel. But while His cock invades my hole, He grips the wheel controlling the garrotte and turns it an extra notch, tightening further the band around my throat. my lungs labour heavily, but simultaneously the lust between my widespread thighs is so overwhelming that the first climax quickly announces itself. my wide open, bulging eyes try to look into His, but they meet only His mask. He leans closer and His lips kiss my tear filled eyes and He licks my quivering lips. And then suddenly i orgasm.

Restrained by the throat choking steel band, the climax makes my mind drift away. As soon as the lust between my thighs slows, He releases two notches of the collar, which allows air to burst into your lungs. This is very painful, as if my lungs are burning, but the mixture of the convulsions between your legs, His continued pumping and my eternal adoration of Him gives my mind a boost that i cannot explain.

He increases the speed of His strokes, is it because His climax is near? i don’t dare to hope. It is enough to breathe now, i cannot bring myself to pray or to beg, i simply meet his thrusts and feel how well my juicy fuck-hole receives His impaling cock. my glazed eyes try again to meet His, to show my deepest love for Him, my gratitude to have Him teach me this lesson. His hips rock as though He is in a frenzy. His cock bangs deep inside mashing my cervix, suddenly pulling me towards my next climax. And at that very moment, He turns the wheel three notches completely cutting off my air supply. But the spasms from deep within my womb are too far advanced to permit me to panic. my sensations are a mix of orgasm and agony in my lungs due to lack of air, and my eyes gaze blankly into His behind the mask.

As soon as my orgasm subsides and my cunt muscles start to relax, He releases the collar. The air rushes to my lungs, my tear filled eyes gaze vacantly. my body shaking and quivering in the aftermath of my climax. When i regain composure, i realise that the speed of my Lord’s thrusting is still the same; His cock hammering deep into me, and again the lust grows in my belly.

And again and again, my body is overtaken by the lust caused by His cock, but He never releases His seed into me. Sometimes He even pulls out, sits on a footstool, sucking in my oversensitive throbbing clit between His lips, while licking the tip of it. Then again He impales me, ignoring the raw wooden peg hurting so terribly in my arse. Eventually, the lack of air and nearly losing consciousness turns my brain into a vague massive lust pool, where my mind drifts away on heavenly waves.

Soon, my mind can focus only on what is happening between my legs. The burning of my lungs is overtaken by the continuous rhythm of the rocking of His hips and the thrusting of His powerful cock deep into my womb. i try to control my breathing, which is useless, as He is controlling my breath. my mind subconsciously controls my cunt muscles, and just as He uses the garrotte to grip my wind pipe, my cunt walls grip onto His shaft.

Eager to please Him, and eager to give the maximum pleasure to His cock, my cunt walls work like a glove around His non-stop pumping cock. He peers deep into my eyes. Does He detect a change? The change whereby my body turns its focus from the agony in my lungs, my ass and my joints, to my fuck-hole, working only for His pleasure. And almost imperceptibly, by pivoting on my coccyx, opening my cervix, squeezing with my soft cunt wall, i am gently but greedily, milking His ramming cock.

Was it one hour, half a day, i truly have no idea, but i now know for certain that my body is only for Him. He started to ram, whipping me to a frenzy, and He has not slowed down since. Not for the first time, i am amazed at my Lord’s stamina. But now i understand the meaning of control. When He finally lets me breathe freely, i gasp for air, but now too, i milk Him. Then suddenly He tightens the collar fully. There is no way for me to breathe. i panic, but at the same time, my cunt hole is convulsing nonstop from one climax into another. i am fully surrendered to Him, who now thrusts His throbbing cock even harder and deeper into me. And while earlier i would think this could be the end for me, i now have full confidence in Him.

Then just as my eyes start to get misty, and i am exhausted from everything: orgasms, lack of air, He jizzes His hot precious cum, spurt after spurt, deep into my womb. In that moment, He takes off His hood, and He licks around my bulging eyes, and then still peering in my veiled eyes, He tongues my lolling tongue. His hot flood mixes with a warm feeling deep inside that i am completely at His mercy. i enter a sort of pre-paradise.

As the last drops spurt inside me, He releases the collar, and i can breathe freely at last. The relief takes over from the pain in my lungs, and overpowered by His love, i want to cry out in gratitude, but i can only manage to stutter a weak thanks. Vaguely i am aware that He releases me from the garrotte, and i am laid down on a soft couch. Totally exhausted, both mentally and physically, i fall into darkness.

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A few days later, while my Lord was away on business, as He so often is, the Butler enters and snaps a leash onto my collar and pulls me out into the backyard. In the corner of the garden is a sort of Summerhouse, where sometimes in warm weather, my Lord rests with a companion. This time, five huge black men are waiting there.

As soon as the Butler pushes me inside, they grab me by my hair and pull me to my knees. One by one, they take out their cocks and they are all big, significantly bigger in both length and thickness than average. At one time, before my slavery, i would have hesitated to take on just one of these monster cocks. Now i am on my knees, one naked white whore and six massive black cocks. They take turns to guide my head onto their monstrous cocks. In no time, i am taken in all of my holes, in all positions, thrown across the table, doggy, me on top, always there is a huge black cock in my mouth and one or two in my other holes. The crazy thought comes into my mind that i’m lucky my Lord stretched my ass hole on that wooden peg when He garrotted me, otherwise, the anal fucking i am now receiving would be extremely painful, so big are all of these guys.

One by one or all together, nonstop they fuck me endlessly. This is no cock sucking and fucking session; i am continuously and savagely face-fucked and my other holes are violently raped. If i am slow to respond to an order, one of the men grabs a fist full of my hair and jerks my head back and slaps me across the face, hard, again and again. i lose count of the times i am penetrated by these enormous cocks but i am aware that even more black men enter the room and join in my gang rape but my cum fuddled mind can’t determine how many there are now, twelve… fifteen?

i can’t help myself, i feel raunchy, i am wet from sweat and my thighs, cunt and arse are slimy from all the sperm and my own juice. All these penetrations stimulate my clit and bring me near to a climax. But i have learned from my Lord what self-control is. Despite the huge cocks using me, i refrain from cumming. It takes all my will power and concentration but i do it. The gang-bang goes on for the whole day, all my holes are filled again and again, my face is covered in spunk, my eyes half glued closed and my hair plastered to my head with all the jizz. my cunt and ass ooze spunk mixed with blood, my blood. Some of the men even frantically finger-fuck me. Each man brutally impales me several times, but in the end all of the men are drained and exhausted, and so am i. But i succeeded in keeping my orgasms for my Lord.

Was this a test organised by my Lord to determine whether or not the lesson at the garrotte had been fruitful? Perhaps the Butler had been lurking in the background, watching how i responded to the incessant violation of my body.

 

The black men wander off, leaving me sprawled on the floor. i am mentally and physically drained; too exhausted to move and i am as limp as a ragdoll.  And i am as messy as a piece of filth. i am dragged up by the Butler and led, crawling, slowly back to the mansion, where i am allowed to slip into a hot bath. i lie, enjoying the rare luxury of the hot water. Despite the tenderness of my cunt and ass, there is a smile on my lips as i thought about how fortunate i am to be the slave of my Lord. Surely my Lord will be pleased with His slave when He hears reports of my behaviour.