Stephanie

"I think my bitch wants to cum," she heard her Master say.

"Then she'll just have to suffer.  Bitch gave me blue balls for three days.  It'll serve her right to feel a little bit of that.  Hey.  Is it okay if I take a seat and have her suck me off a bit?  I love having a hot mouth around my cock after I get off."

"As long as you clean yourself up first, go to it.  I don't want the bitch to get sick.  Oh, and I'll show you Steph's video debut, too.  You'll love it."

"Thanks."  She knelt, panting, her heart throbbing in her chest, her ass pleasantly sore, the pain of his hands on her hips still lingering, her forehead resting on the floor as she listened, the heat in her body, so focussed just moments before, dissipating throughout her body, her mind empty except for the need for more:  more sensation, more pleasure, more pain, more use.  The water in the bathroom ran, and she heard Jeff's footsteps as he came out of the bathroom, felt the floor shift as he stood next to her, his hand grabbing her hair, dragging her over to the couch as he sat, pulling her face against his cock, the scent of soap filling her nostrils as he held her there and simply said, "Suck."

She moaned as she slid her lips around his softening cock, her hands on his thighs, kneeling like a slave before him, her knees apart, her ass sore, her cunt feeling empty, tingling with desire, her body hot.  As she caressed him inside her mouth, she heard the television turn on, and suddenly, behind her, she heard her own voice, "My name is Stephanie...".  She quailed inside, her stomach tightening, her body shivering as she listened to herself, listened to herself as she degraded and humiliated herself in front of the camera, heard the quiver in her voice, heard the hitches in her breath as her excitement built on camera.  She could feel herself turning red as Jeff's hand tightened on her scalp and his cock started to harden again.  She saw Steve out of the corner of her eye as he sat down on the other end of the couch, her body growing hot at his nearness.

"Jesus, Steve," she heard him say, "you've got the bitch now.  Jesus."

The words made her tremble.  She had placed all her trust in Steve; she had given him something horrible, something with which he could truly blackmail her, could truly make her do anything.  Her body burned hotter as she continued to work on his friend, as she knelt before him.

"Damn, Steph, I always did like the way you came, that sexy expression on your face," she heard Jeff say as his hands took either side of her head, guiding her mouth over his cock.  "Hey, Steve, can I have a copy?"

The pause by her Master made her moan in despair, mouth filled with cock, "No.  I don't think so.  I'll keep this to myself for now."

"Eh.  Too bad.  Jeez, Steph, you've gotten good at this.  Uhh.  Take it, you bitch, drink it all down, you stupid little slut.  Uhhh."

She gagged as the first spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat, swallowing quickly, hollowing her cheeks and sucking, flattening her tongue, pleasure filling her as she accepted his spend, taking it into her, giving him pleasure at the will of her Master.  He kept her there like that, suckling his cock, until he softened again, and then pushed her away and pulled up his pants, leaving her kneeling, unsure as to what to do.

"On all fours, bitch," she heard her Master say, and immediately fell to her hands and knees.  "Hey, Jeff, why don't you get her something to eat?  Just toss it on the floor--she'll eat every bite, isn't that right, Steph?"

She could feel her face turn red, her whole body trembling with the need that had been stoked in her since her Master had ordered her to get her collar, that need that had built through Jeff's ass-fuck and had grown with the taste of his cock in her mouth, his cum filling her, sliding down her throat, on her knees, enslaved. 

"Yip," she yipped for "Yes, she would eat from the floor for him; she would crawl and lick the floor clean; she would do anything for her Master."

She crawled into the kitchen, her ass high, her eyes on the ground, as Jeff rummaged around in the refrigerator and Steve restarted her video, the sound of her own voice, her needy, wanton voice, a background to the buzzing in her ears, the throbbing of blood through her body, the slickness on her thighs signalling her need.  She jerked when a piece of sandwich meat slapped to the ground in front of her, glancing up at Jeff who had sat down at the kitchen table, watching her, a smirk on his face.  She bent down, using her lips to pull the meat into her mouth, feeling like an animal, a beast, feeding on scraps by the kitchen table.  She shuddered and clenched her thighs, whining in need.

"Hey, Steve, I think your bitch needs to cum.  She's practically humping air here."

"Sure.  Whatever.  Have her fuck the table leg.  That's what bitches do, isn't it?"

"Heh.  You heard the man, Steph.  You can cum, you greedy slut, but you'll have to do it by rubbing your nasty cunt up against the table leg here."

Humiliation flooded her, made her pause, just for a moment, before a fire seemed to blossom in her belly.  It was awful, humiliating, degrading, and her mind was filled with fog as scuttled over to the table, her knees on either side of the table leg, her arms behind her, supporting her as she leaned back, her hips pushing her cunt up against the leg, her head hanging back, her hair brushing against the floor, her lips parted as she moaned in pleasure as she pushed slowly, steadily, against the table leg.

"Eager little bitch, aren't you Stephanie?"  she heard Jeff say, his words filling her with a self-loathing that seemed to fuel her lust, her hips jerking upward, pain that was pleasure rocking through her body, another moan torn from her.

"Jesus, Steph, you're one hot bitch, you know that?"  More, she thought, she wanted more, harder.  She wanted Amy here, to see her, to see her shame, her degradation.  She moaned again as her hips bucked against the table leg, the leg glistening with her juices.  She came, grunting out her pleasure, but she couldn't stop, couldn't stop with Jeff just sitting there, watching her; she imagined that it wasn't just him, wasn't just Amy, but all her friends, all her friends watching that tape, all her friends watching as her Master led her crawling, on a leash, before them.

She felt hands in her hair, and she opened her eyes to see Steve looking down at her, "She's a beautiful, sexy fucking animal, isn't she, Jeff."  The words, the feel of his hands, his eyes on her body as she ground her cunt against the table leg brought another orgasm crashing down around her, her body shaking, a gagging, incoherent sound coming from her throat, her mind blanking as pleasure filled her.

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As she dressed, getting ready to go home, she thought about what Jeff had said after she had come down from her orgasm. 

"You are one lucky girl, Steph.  I mean, I love fucking you and all, but no way could I put up with this crazy slave-thing you've got going.  I mean, making you crawl, and eat off the floor, and shit like that might be fun for a time or two, but, man, I'd get tired of it pretty quick.  Steve, though, Steve's totally into it.  I can't think of too many guys who'd put in the effort.  They'd just do what I was doing and come by and fuck you; maybe they'd play a bit, but not like Steve's doing.  Like I said, you are one lucky girl."

She had felt it, she had felt that relief, that release of tension, when she had known that Steve was going to take her back, was going to treat her like a slave again.  Before Jeff had spoken, she hadn't thought of what Steve had been doing as work--she had thought that she was the one giving of herself, that he was only taking from her, using her body, using her as a thing.  But, she realized, he had had to manage her, had had to push her, and tease her, and keep her sexually stirred up, had had to be in control so that she could lose control completely.  She was lucky, lucky to have such a person, a person who didn't judge, a person who wanted for her what she wanted, and wanted for himself what she wanted for him--her sexual slavery to him. 

The next day Steve showed up when she and her friends were eating lunch and made it clear that he was her boyfriend, surprising her with how good it made her feel, even though her friends teased her and peppered her with questions until it was time to go back to lunch.

That evening, she was back on all fours, her ass up in the air, crawling for him, laying on the floor, forced to watch the video of her humiliating herself, waiting for Jeff to come and fuck her.  For the next week it was like that, one moment a young woman, a student with a new boyfriend, laughing with her friends, studying with them, the next a slave, on all fours, crawling, wishing and hoping for her Master's touch, being denied in her punishment, being taken and used by his friend, humping her cunt against his shoes, his couch, his table, anything to find release, no matter how humiliating or degrading.

Amy teased her about Steve, and, as bad as she felt about deceiving her friend, about knowing what her friend's boyfriend was doing to her almost every day, the need to submit to her Master overwhelmed her until it seemed she lived for those few hours a day when she could be crawling at his feet.  It was when she was leaving his apartment, just before the weekend, that he asked her a question.

"Hey, slave.  How long has it been since I've fucked you?"

She paused, her eyes downcast, "Eight days, Master.  It's been eight days since you've fucked me."

"Pack an overnight bag.  You are staying over here for the weekend.  If you're good, maybe that will change."

"Thank you Master," her body trembling with a sudden, overwhelming need as she left.

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She was glad that Amy was home for the weekend--she was sure that Amy would tease her mercilessly about spending the weekend at Steve's place, especially since she thought Steve was such a good catch.  Standing at his door, the excitement and need in the pit of her belly making her quiver, she took a deep breath and unlocked the door, stepped in, shut and locked the door, and immediately fell to her knees.  She kept her eyes cast down as she removed her clothes, folded them, and placed them on the side table near the door.  The humiliation of it, the submissiveness of it, seemed to blank her mind of everything except her own nudity, of her own servitude, and she fell to her hands and knees, knowing that she was still under the punishment of the she-sleen.  Tucking her legs under her, she lay down, waiting for her Master's orders.

"Come here, slut," he said, and she rose to her hands and knees, eagerness filling her; he had made her wait for an hour before, lying there, hoping, a dog waiting for her Master's call.

Keeping her ass up, her elbows bent, she crawled across the floor, her eyes up, her heart skipping a beat as she rounded the couch and saw, right where the coffee table used to be, a cage.  It was a cage.  She stopped, and moaned, her eyes lifting to meet his as he sat on it, holding the front of the cage open, an evil smile on his face and two vibrators in his hands.

"I had this custom made for my slave.  It cost me a bundle, but I'm sure she'll be happy waiting on my pleasure here, when I so desire it.  Oh, and notice that it opens from the inside, but only locks from the outside, so you'll be able to get out whenever you want, but I'll know."  He smiled again, loving the way her breathing had quickened, the way her pupils had dilated in lust.  "Oh, and before you go in, I've got two toys for your slutty fuck-holes."  With that, he waved the two vibrators in front of her, one clearly meant for her ass, the other with a jointed end and a protrusion for her clit.  "Now, back in, my slave.  I want to see how you look in a cage."

She looked at him, through him.  A cage--he had purchased a cage, had had one built for her, for her.  A cage.  The thought sent a warm flush through her body, seeming to concentrate in the pit of her stomach, pleasure blossoming in her cunt, hazing her mind.  She looked up at him smiling down at her, at her, his animal, his willful beast, his slave, and then back at the cage, wondering at it.  It was all black, with crossed bars, thick for being woven through each other, with about two inches square between each weave, with the frame consisting of inch thick steel, easily supporting Steve's weight.  She could see that, if she crawled into it, that her lower back would press against the top of the cage unless she spread her legs.

She looked up at him again, and turned around, a whimper escaping her throat, a need building inside her, a need to be caged at her Master's command, a need to be completely bound by him, completely kept.  She slowly backed up, her head turned, her eyes behind her, her knees feeling the pain of the bars against her flesh first, drawing another whimper from her as her Master looked on as she caged herself.  As her head entered the cage, as her hands pressed against the hard, meshed metal of the floor of the cage, as her toes felt the back of the cage, she shuddered, a wave of intense feeling washing over her, her eyes closing as she paused and just felt, just felt, the cage around her, the bars holding her in, capturing her, possessing her.  She lowered herself onto her elbows, and pushed her hips down, adjusting herself, feeling the extent of her cage, feeling how uncomfortable she would be, her weight pressing down against the metal bars, unable to stretch out, caught, trapped, kneeling, naked, exposed.

Her body jerked when she felt and heard the door to her cage close, her eyes opening, seeing her Master from within her cage as he looked in at her.  Oh god, she felt like her skin was burning, her thighs clenching, drawing a moan from her as pleasure flooded her whole body, the pain of her confinement a minor distraction to her complete subjugation.

"Here slave," her Master said, pushing the vibrators through the cage.  "You know what to do with these.  Now, try to be quiet.  I have some work to do.  Oh, and see, right there?  If you need to get out, just get out.  Of course, that's only for an emergency.  I'll come by and check on you later."  He gave her a little wave and walked into his bedroom, leaving her alone.

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The feeling of the anal vibrator sliding into her cunt sent electric shivers down her spine, making her gasp, her breaths coming in pants as she lubricated the vibe using her own slut juices, feeling so dirty, so degraded, as she participated in her own humiliation.  Pushing it into her ass she closed her eyes as pleasure washed over her, a strange heat making her gasp as a sensation akin to an orgasm flooded her, leaving beads of sweat on her body.  She jumped when she turned it on, her heart thudding in her chest as the vibrating sensation flooded her ass and lower body.  She waited, motionless, until her breathing evened out and her heart stopped thudding in her chest, and moved the other vibrator to her cunt, slowly pushing it in, gasping as it slid easily into the tight sheath of her pussy.  She shuddered and came, a gentle, rolling pleasure suffusing her body, as the vibrator's clit teaser slipped against her clit, holding it there as she accepted the pleasure, rode it, panting when it left her body.  She had just cum, and she was still so close, another orgasm seemingly just within reach, her body hyper sensitive to any sensation, even the pain in her knees and elbows transformed into a wonderful ache. 

She turned on the vibrator lodged in her cunt, the sensations striking her like an electric bolt, a strangled scream pulled from her, her fingers curling around the cage bars as she pushed her head against them on the floor of the cage, the sensations almost too much, almost painful.  She felt it coming, felt the pleasure building deep in her groin, the vibrating plugs in her body, against her clit, sending her pulse racing, her heart hammering in her chest, her breath short and shallow and quick as she closed her eyes and felt her captivity all around her.  Her hips jerked, her lithe Asian body trembled and spasmed and ecstasy flooded her, rushed through her nerves, sending her body shaking, the cage rattling around her as she shook and moaned, her mind blanked, the only thing that mattered was her cum, her wonderful, wonderful orgasm that made her toes curl and her body tremble.

Sweat dripped from her body as the orgasm left her body, leaving her limp and spent, panting in the cage.  The metal bit into her arms and forehead and knees and she shifted, the reminder of her captivity, of her utter subjugation, combined with the vibrators still maddeningly pulsing and twisting in her ass and cunt to reignite her lust.  She moaned again and shifted, greedy for the coming pleasure.