Jon & Jill

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Three

       Jill spent the night with Jon.  Twice more during the night his cock demanded satisfaction.  Jon fucked Jill, but she convinced him to let her suck him to a cum.  She loved his cock in her mouth.  It was like she was worshiping him, and his cock.  The second time he awoke with Jill sucking his rigid cock while her left hand was cradling his balls.

       The next morning as they sat at the breakfast table, naked of course, he asked her about why she liked to suck his cock so much.  Her reply was that she worshipped him, and the worship of his cock was her way of letting him know her feelings.  Jon Folkkes liked that.

       Three weeks after Jon and Jill got together, she moved into his house.  The problem then became that he wanted her to be his 24/7 sex slave.  With her working to Deep Rock Oil, this proved to be problematic.  Finally, Jon told her he wanted her to quit her job and become his full time sex slave.  Jill was ready to take this next step in their relationship.  On her last Friday at work, Jon picked her up and they went to dinner.  They were excited.  Their world was changing for the better.

       As they drove to their favorite steak house, Drago’s, Jon told Jill to remove her panties and bra.  These were the only items of underclothing she was wearing, except the garter belt, and hose.  She handed the offending garments to Jon.  He rolled down the truck window and threw the panties and bra out onto the street.  This surprised Jill, but she did not question his actions.

       Jon looked over at her, smiling, “Sweet Slave, from this day on, you will not wear panties, panty hose, slips, underskirts or bra’s.  When you wear stockings, you will wear stockings with a garter belt, or thigh high with elastic and lace around the tops, and that is all.  You will wear high heel shoes all the time.”

       Jill leaned up to him and kissed his cheek as he hand moved from her thigh to her now heated cunt.  Her hand was resting on his crotch.  Jon loved the feel of her naked smooth pussy, and Jill loved his hand on her most intimate place.  She loved the idea that he was taking control of her, dictating what she wore, and anything else he wanted.  She opened her thighs to allow easy access for Jon.  She could feel his hardness in his trousers.

       Their dinner at Drago’s was wonderful.  At one point Peter Drago, the owner of this fine restaurant came over to sit and talk with them.  It was obvious Jon and Jill were very much in love with each other.  The sexual tension was evident.  When he left their table and returned to the other customers, he ordered a bottle of champagne be sent to their table.  It was a wonderful celebration, toasting their new and changing world.

       Back home, Jon and Jill were in the living room.  There seemed to be something on Jon’s mind.  He had Jill undress, but did not bind her as he was prone to do.  He was undressed, sitting on a large overstuffed easy chair.  He opened the drawer of the end table next to the chair from which he pulled a piece of paper.

       “I want you on your knees here.  Take my cock in your hands and suck me.”

       Jill gladly knelt before him and started to make love to his cock.  After a moment or two he stopped her.

       “Sweet Slave, I want you to look at this piece of paper, and read it to me.  This is very important.”

       Jill took the paper and looked down at it.  What she read surprised her, and excited her.

       “Jon, this looks like a contract.  It says it’s a slave contract.   What do you want me to do with it?”

       Jon Folkkes replied, “Just read it, and you will understand.”

       Jill looked at it closely and with her left hand on his cock, slowly stroking it, she read, “Well, across the top “Slave Contract”  Then it goes on, I, Jill Combs, being of sound mind and acting on my own free will, desire to be the complete naked bound sex slave of Jon Folkkes.  I surrender my physical being, sexual being and my welfare to him.  He will be in total control of my body, my sexuality and my sexual being.

He will restrain me by using ropes, chains, straps, or any other restrain device, and in any helpless and revealing position he chooses, when ever he wants and for as long as he chooses.  He will punish and torture me for failing to respond to any sexual act he wishes to require of me.  He will also whip and torture me for the shear pleasure of doing so.  I will have no choice in these matters.

He can require any sex act of me that he chooses.  I will be punished for any hesitation or refusal.  He will be able to punish or torture me until I submit to any sex act required by him.

He will decide what clothing I will wear, and how I will wear them.  No matter how revealing, it will be his decision.  When it pleasures him, he will keep me naked for as long as he wishes, and anywhere he wishes.

Lastly, he will require me to submit my body to other individuals that he may choose.  They will bind, chain, or strap me in helpless vulnerable positions as they my choose.  I will submit to any sex act required of me by that individual, or individuals.  If I refuse, or am hesitant, they can punish or torture me until I submit to their wishes.  They may also restrain, whip and torture me for the shear pleasure of doing so.

I freely make this choice and desire to be a total sex slave to Jon Folkkes.

Signed, Jill Combs

Signed, Jon Folkkes

       Jill was silent for a moment, then said, “And, there is a place at the bottom of the page for my signature…, and for yours.”

       There was an obvious flush to her face and her left hand was still stroking Jon’s cock, only a little faster and more animated.  She leaned down and kissed the head of his throbbing cock, running her pretty little tongue around the crown of his cock.

       Her voice was nearly a whisper as she said, “Jon, Sir, I would like to sign this.”

       He looked down at her pretty face and said, “Make sure.  I will want you forever.  I am strict, demanding, and will not allow you to say ‘no’.  Be sure you understand that it will get no better, even five or ten years from now.  You will still taste the whip and be subject to every kinky sexual whim I might have.  I really want you for my sex slave, but I want you to decide if this is what you want.”

       Jill, with a tear of emotion in  her eye, replied, “Jon, Sir, I do want you to be my Master.  I want to be what ever you want me to be.  I want to sign the contract.”

       Jon Folkkes leaned down and took her face into his hands.  He kissed her long and passionately.  Jill kept stroking his aching cock.  He produced a pen from the end table, and offered it to Jill.  She laid the paper on the end table and signed it.  John signed it after Jill.

       Jon kissed her again, and asked, “You read what I will require of you, are you sure this is what you want, especially if I let others have you.”

       Jill kissed his cock again, “Yessir…, I… am… your sex slave.  I‘ll do what you want me to do.”

       Jon’s cock throbbed achingly when he heard her words.  She leaned down and took his cock into her mouth and started to suck it.  Jon stopped her again.  Jill kept stroking his cock as she turned her attention back to him.  From the drawer he pulled another paper, folded and in an envelope.  He opened the envelope and handed it to her.

       “What you have there, my Sweet Slave, is a receipt from the First National Band of Dallas, their trust department.  I have seen too many women agree to be a sex slave, and their master makes no provision for them.  If her Master dies, or if he decides he doesn’t want her any more, she is turned out on the streets with nothing.  You are my slave, but let me say for the first time, I love you.  I have set up a trust fund for one million dollars.  If something happens to me, or I decide to break up with you, you will get the entire one million dollars, plus interest.  If you decide to break up and leave, you will only get on fourth of that  amount.  I waited until you had signed the contract, so I would know where your heart and desires were.  Do you understand.”

       With tears running down her pretty cheeks, splashing hotly on her breasts and Jon’s cock, she said, “Jon, I love you.  You don’t have to do this.  I love you and want to be your slave.”

       “I know, I know, but I want you to be taken care of, no matter what.  I love you, and I love you as my sex slave.”

       Jill was still stroking his cock.  It was now so hard the ache was almost painful.  Jill bowed her head and took his cock into her mouth.  Jon could not resist.  He leaned back in his chair and let her do her best, which was amazing.  He held out as long as he could, but before long his cock exploded into her sweet mouth.  Jill took all of his issue, and held his cock in her mouth, sucking and emptying it, cleaning it, until it receded.  Jon was a happy man, and Jill was a happy slave.

       As the days went on, Jill kept adjusting to Jon’s demands.  She was now naked when they were in private, like hotels, or at home.  High heel shoes were required all the time.  She wore a black leather collar, ankle and wrist cuffs when she was at home.  This would make it easier for Jon to restrain her.  At night she wore special soft leather wrist cuffs with her wrists locked behind her while they slept.  This took some adjustments, but Jill managed to get used to it.  It seemed, at times, she was bound or restrained more than she was not restrained.  The problem was, the mere act of being tied, or cuffed, was arousing to her.  So, when he did tie her up, she was decidedly turned on.  It seemed that the tighter the ropes, the more helpless she was, the more it excited her.  As  for Jon, it seemed his cock was always aching for Jill.

       Jill noticed that when they went out to dinner, or to a show, even though her clothing was very stylish, they were also more revealing than anything she had worn in the past.  It took a while to get accustomed to being dressed like this, but she loved the affect it had on Jon.  She even liked the looks she got from other men.

       One evening they had been out to see a stage play.  As was her custom, she undressed when they got home.  Wearing only high heel shoes, her collar and cuffs, she served Jon and herself a glass of wine.  They sat next to each other while they enjoyed their wine.  Jon had his arm around Jill, kissing her and fondling her breasts, while she was stroking his cock.

       “Jill, my sweet slave, I want you up and ready to leave the house fairly early tomorrow.  I have to fly to Denver, but will be back tomorrow evening.  In the meantime, there will be a Lincoln Town Car here at about 10:30 AM.  He will pick you up and take you to a special place.”

       Jill had to ask, “Where am I going?”

       “Well, there is an establishment in Dallas I want you to visit.  For all practical purposes, it is a kinky sex boutique.  They specialize in high end leather goods, clothing, boots, shoes, whips and restraint devices for people who like BDSM, sexual slavery, and other such delights.  The owner calls herself Mistress Joanne.  I have known her for years, and is a good friend of mine.  The Town Car will take you there.  She will outfit you with custom made leather goods.  I have told her what I want, and she will measure you and fit these things to you for the absolute best fit.  Plan on being there at least two or three hours, or more.”

       Jill sipped her wine and asked, “Is there anything I need to do?  How should I dress?”

       “Hmmm…, no.., just dress to your best.  Obviously no underwear of any kind.  Wear thigh high hosiery, and naturally, high heels.  I want you looking beautiful and sexy, as usual.  Just do as she says and it will be fine.  I want you to obey her because I want these items to be perfect.  She is an expert in this field, and has many high end customers.”

       The next morning, promptly at 10:30 AM a black Town Car arrived at the Folkkes house.  The black uniformed driver came to the door and rang the bell.  Jill was ready.  She was wearing a simple black dress which buttoned down the front.  Black thigh high hose and black patent leather high heels shoes completed her outfit.  After an introduction, Jill allowed the driver to escort her out to the Town Car.  The black leather seats were comfortable.  As the Town Car pulled away from the house, she heard the doors lock.  She wondered if she could open the doors, or if she was locked inside the car.  She did not test the doors because Jon had told her to go with the driver.  She noticed several “eye bolts” mounted to the floor of the Town Car.  She could not help but wonder if those were used to restrain a passenger.

       After about a twenty minute ride, the driver brought the Town Car into an alley behind a rather large brick building.  When they arrived at a rather non-descript door at the rear of the building, the driver stopped.  He opened her door, after he unlocked it with a key, and lead her into the door, into the building.  Even though the building had a somber industrial look to the outside, she was surprised by the interior.  The room she entered reminded her of 19th century parlor or drawing room.  Almost immediately she was greeted by a rather tall woman.  This woman was nearly six feet tall, possessing black long hair pulled back into at severe bun on the back of her head.  She was a pretty woman, however, her face tended to be hard and intimidating.  Her tall lithe body was sheathed in a black silk dress which complimented her black leather knee high boots. She wore a black leather belt around her waist, from which dangled a flogger type whip.  The woman greeted Jill.

       “Well, you must be Jill.  Jon had told me so much about you.  I am Joanne, but I prefer to be called Mistress Joanne, or Mistress.  Are you ready to go to work and be fitted for the outfits Jon wants.”

       Jill liked this woman, even though she was intimidated by her.  “Sure, just tell me what we have to do.  Jon didn’t explain very much.”

       Mistress Joanne smiled and replied, “That doesn’t surprise me.  You know how men can be.”

       Both women laughed.  Mistress Joanne hugged Jill and asked her to follow her to a “Fitting Room”  Jill followed as they exited the parlor and headed down a long hallway.  After a couple of turns they went though another door.  This was indeed a large fitting room.  There were full length mirrors on every wall.  In between the mirrors were shelves of fabric and clothing items, along with other leather items that she could not identify.  From the wall Mistress Joanne produced a long tailor’s tape measure.  Jill was beginning to feel a little more comfortable.  At Mistress Joanne’s request, she gave her purse to her.  She watched as Joanne put her purse on a shelf by a mirror.

       Mistress Joanne spoke.  “Jill, if you would be a dear, please take off your clothes.”

       This took Jill by surprise, “Why must I do that?”

       Mistress Joanne smiled and replied, “Well, I cannot get a proper measurement for the various items Jon wants unless you are naked, and because your Master told you to do what I said.”

       Jill was embarrassed.  “I’m sorry.  You are right.  I’ll do whatever you say.”

       With that, Jill removed her dress, but as she was preparing to remove her hose and heels, Mistress Joanne stopped her.

       “No, leave your stockings and shoes.  I know how Jon likes them.  Everything we do here today will work around your hose and heels.”

       After Jill removed her dress, and Joanne remarked, “Oh, my!  You are a beauty.  I can understand what Jon sees in you.  You are incredible.  We are going to enjoy working with you.”

       Jill, naked but for her high heels shoes and thigh high stockings, blushed and replied, “Thank you very much.  I am glad he sees something in me.  I love him.”

       Mistress Joanne said, “He’s a lucky man.  He whips you regularly, doesn’t he.”

       Jill proudly answered, “Why, yes he does.  How’d you know?”

       Mistress Joanne touching Jill’s breasts with her finger, tracing a line across them, “I can see a whip mark here, and I noticed a couple more on your ass and the backs of your thighs.   Here, on the front of your thighs there is a faint mark.  They become you.   You like it when he whips you, don’t you?”

       Again, Jill seemed a little self conscious, “Yes.  It really hurts, and there are times when I am gagged and can’t protest, and I wish it did not hurts so much, but when it is over I am very aroused.  Yes, I like the things Jon does to me.”

       “Does he like to whip your breasts.”

       Jill quietly replied, “Yes, he does.”

       Mistress Joanne answered, “That’s good.  Breasts like yours should be whipped regularly.  They are magnificent.”

       Just then the door to the fitting room opened and a rather handsome young man, dressed in black, came into the room.

       Jill moved her hands to cover herself when Mistress Joanne pushed her hands away and said, rather sternly, “No need to be modest around Antoine.  He is my assistant and he will be helping me take your measurements and fitting you.  You should never cover yourself when you are with me or Antoine.”

       Antoine immediately replied, “Wow, Joanne, what have we here?  She is beautiful!”

       Jill blushed again, but in a matter of minutes she was comfortable with Antoine helping Mistress Joanne.  Over the next forty minutes, to an hour, Mistress and Antoine measured every inch of her body.  She was touched so much on her breasts, ass and pussy, as well as her thighs, waist, ass, legs and arms, Jill was becoming aroused.  New custom soft leather locking cuffs were put on her wrists and ankles.  When the right size was found, they were put aside in a special box for Jon Folkkes.  Finally, Mistress Joanne brought out a leather contraption that Jill did not recognize.

       “This is a single glove, an arm binder,” Antoine said. “Jon wants one for you.  It is designed to hold your arms and hands behind your back in a leather wrapping, so to speak, locking them there as long as he would like..  It is a rather severe restraint, but once you are in it, you cannot get free.  This one should fit you perfectly.  Please turn about, and put your hands behind your back, with your palms together, so we can see how it fits.”

       A naked Jill turned about and did as she was told.   Antoine slipped the single glove over her hands and wrists and pulled it up to her arm pits, fully engulfing her arms..  He laced it up, tightly,  and locked the straps around her wrists and elbows, pulling them tightly together.  Other straps went over her shoulders and wrapped around her upper body, just above her breasts and back around to the single glove, locking it on her.  Yes, it was rather severe, and Jill recognized that she would be unable to get out of this restraint.  Jill could see herself in the wall mirrors.  Her elbows were nearly touching.  She had to admit she looked pretty good restrained like this.  She assumed any man seeing her in her naked and helpless condition would want to ravish her.

       Antoine applauded, “That looks marvelous.  What do your think, Mistress?  Look at her tits.  It makes them twice as large, and vulnerable.  They are magnificent.  They beg to be whipped and played with.”

       Mistress Joanne replied, “Yes, it does fit exactly like we thought it would.  We will leave it on for a while to see how you adjust to it.  The effect on your breasts is amazing.  Antoine, get tray of gags.”

       Jill watched as Antoine pulled a tray from a drawer in the wall.  If was filled with various gags.  Mistress Joanne told her to open her mouth.  For the next fifteen minutes gags of various sizes and types were tried on her.  Mistress Joanne selected two or three gags and put them into a box for Jon. 

       “Jill, please open you mouth again.  I have one last gag we want to fit you with.  This is a penis gag, and near as we can tell, it is about the size of Jon’s cock.”

       Jill was somewhat apprehensive as she knew Jon had a large cock.  As Antoine held the penis gag up for all to see, it appeared to Jill that it was pretty close to the proper size.  She opened her mouth again and allowed Antoine to push the gag deep into her mouth, then pulled the strap through the locking buckle behind her head.  He pulled the strap tight, and locked it in her mouth.  Yes, it did fill her mouth.  Jill was sure no noise she might make, like a scream, could escape this gag.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  She had trouble recognizing herself.  The bottom part of her face was covered with this penis gag, and her arms were pulled behind her and locked there in an arm binder single glove.  She could see her dark thigh high hose and her feet were still shod in black patent leather high heel shoes.  Yes, she looked like a very desirable sex slave.

       “Jill, you are magnificent,“ Mistress Joanne exclaimed.  “When you are restrained and gagged like this, as well as being delightfully naked, it is hard to not do nasty things to you.  But, we have important things to do.  Now, we will try other things with you.  I want you to wear the gag for a while.  We want to see how you do with it.  Antoine, hand me the bikini.”

       Jill could not speak, or even protest.  She stood there, helpless, and watched as Antoine retrieved a black bikini from one of the many draws in the walls of the room.  It looked like a regular thong bikini.

       “Jill, Jon has asked that I outfit you with a bikini that would be presentable in the general public, yet, meet his needs to treat you as a sex slave.  Notice, it looks like a normal thong bikini.  Your tits will be adequately covered, just barely, and of course you cunt will be shielded from public view, barely.  Naturally, your ass will be bare, but I think you expect that.”

       Jill could only nod her head.  Mistress Joanne brought the bikini to her and let her see it.

       “If you will notice the inside of the bikini,” Mistress Joanne continued.  “Inside where your nipples will rest, there is little sharp points, ‘pin prickers‘ if you will.  The same is true of the thong bottom.  Where it rests against your sweet cunt you will find the same points of irritation.  I want you to obey Antoine as he puts the bikini on you.”

       Jill looked at Antoine as he took the bikini from Mistress Joanne.  He walked behind her, and held the bikini top in place as he fitted it over her breasts, specifically her sensitive nipples.  He pulled the bikini in place and tied the bikini string into a knot behind her back, as well as the string that went up and behind her neck..  Instantly she felt the sharp point ‘pricking‘ her nipples.  The pain was not terrific, but she could see how they could become miserable if she were to wear this bikini to a swimming party.  Antoine moved his hands around her and grasped her breasts, squeezing them and causing the prickers to do their job.  Jill gasped behind her gag as her nipples were tormented  To add to her torment, as her nipples felt the pin pricks, they began to harden, making the discomfort more pronounced.  Antoine moved his hand to her pussy and was rubbing and stroking it.  She suspected it was make her more sensitive down there.  It did.  Then he fitted the bikini bottom on her.  Yes, immediately she poor cunt felt the sharp points digging into her sensitive pussy lips and clit, irritating them, and arousing her.

       Mistress Joanne was smiling when she said, “They do hurt, don’t they.  Walk around and lets see what happens.”

       Jill started to walk around the room.  The movement of her hips caused her breasts to sway, and wearing high heel shoes made her breasts bounce and jiggle.  Yes, this could drive her crazy if she had to wear it for a while.  In the meantime, her poor pussy was hurting, like a fire being built on her nether lips.  She was greatly relieved when Antoine took the bikini off of her.

       “Jill, thank you.  You have been so patient.  We would have left the bikini on your for  your enjoyment, but, we have a busy day ahead of us.  Now let us finish what we have to do, and we will be through.”

       Jill just stood there in her helpless gagged naked bound glory waiting to see what was going to happen, next.  First, Antoine secured a leather corset, a waist cincher, from a shelf.  When it was put on her, and the adjustments were made, it was very snug fitting, restricting her breathing, somewhat.  It pinched in her waist, but left her breasts, pussy and ass totally exposed.  When it was fully on her, she could swear her breasts looked even bigger.  Antoine put a pair of leather panties on her, covering her cunt.  There was a belt on the waist pulling the panties very snuggly to her.  There was a zipper in the crotch, so it could be opened if someone wanted to fuck her without removing the leather panty.  A pair of thigh high leather boots replaced her high heel pumps.  The heels on the boots were the highest she ever worn.  They would take some getting used to.  Lastly, a leather bra was fitted over her breasts.  The points of the bra was cut out, allowing her nipples to poke through the hole.

       Jill looked at her image in the mirror.  She was the epitome of a leather bound sex slave.  She did not recognize herself.  Yet, as she looked, she became aroused.  Everything about her breathed sex, painful sex, BDSM slave sex.  It is obvious that this is what Jon wants.  She was aroused by that thought.  She wondered if her pussy juices were getting on the leather panties.  As  final touch, Antoine put a rather high leather collar on her neck.  The last item was a leather leash which Antoine attached to her collar.  Jill reasoned this was her fantasy, being totally controlled by others.  Yes, her pussy felt hot and wet.  She was a slave, a sex slave, and that excited her.

       “Jill, you are precious.  I love the way you look, and we are sure Jon will ravish you.  Now, we have one last item to try on you.  Jon wanted to be able to blindfold you from time to time.  So, we have made a soft leather blindfold, similar to a sleep mask.  Now, hold still while I put it on you.”

       In a matter of seconds, Jill was blindfolded.  Her world was reduced to what she could feel and hear.  She was very intimidated, and felt more helpless than she had ever felt in her life.  Even though she was scared, she was becoming very aroused because of her helpless condition, and being controlled by others.  Jill was also in for a surprise.

       “Jill, we have a surprise for you.  Once a month we have a model come here to model our products.  We dress her, make her helpless, then we present her to our audience.  She is whipped and tormented before the audience, then the garments she is wearing are auctioned off to the highest bidder.”

       It took a second or two for Jill to understand what she was hearing.  She was shocked, and very afraid.  She shook her head “no”.  She did not dare to move as she was totally blind.  She felt Mistress Joanne grasp her left arm while Antoine grasped the right.  Suddenly she felt an explosion of pain on her ass.  Mistress Joanne had struck her ass with a crop.  The crop struck again, and again.  Jill squirmed, trying to be careful and not fall down.  The crop hit her a fourth time.

       “Jill there will be more if you fight us.  You will submit, trust me.”

       At Mistress Joanne’s words, a terrorized and pain filled Jill nodded her head, affirming she would surrender.  As she did so, she remembered the “Slave Contract”.  The contract said she was to obey anyone Jon gave her to, and if she didn’t they could punish or torture her until she submitted to their whims.  Then she remembered Jon telling her to obey Mistress Joanne. She felt herself being propelled toward another door in the fitting room.  The door opened and she was led into another room.  Immediately there was applause.  Now she was scared.  She felt Antoine holding her by her leash, while Mistress Joanne spoke to the crowd on a public address system.

       “Welcome, Friends and Bondage fans.  Once again we are here with our monthly auction.  We are most fortunate this month.  Normally we hire a model to come here and be part of this occasion.  Today, we have a real live sex slave as our model.”

       More applause and cheers.  Jill guessed there might be as many as a hundred people in the crowd.

       “Every item on this slave is for sale.  Unfortunately, she is not.  In the future that may change, but for right now she is on reserve.  I am sure you will understand.”

       Jill heard several people moan and groan, even complain.  Jill hoped Mistress Joanne would keep her word.  While Mistress Joanne continued with her banter, Antoine was walking her around the stage, then off the stage and into the audience.  The crowd was being allowed to touch and fondle her.  Some even slapped her bare ass and pinched her nipples which were poking out of the holes in the leather bra.  She could hear people talking, telling other what they would like to do to her.  Finally, Antoine took her back up on the stage.

       The auction began.  First to go was her bra.  As soon as her breasts were bare, she heard “Ooohs’ and “Aaahs” from the crowd.  Jill was made to turn about, showing off her breasts.  She hear one very deep voice say, “Nice tits!”.  That brought some laughter.  The someone said, “Whip her tits!”  Jill was still intimidated, but she liked the compliments about her breasts.

       Jill felt Antoine get behind her an grasp her bound arms, pulling her tight into his body, holding her there with her exposed breasts pushed out towards the crowd.  She heard  the sound of a whip breaking the air, and immediately felt the thongs of a flogger type whip striking her breasts.  She tried to struggle, but Antoine was very strong and held her struggling body in place while Mistress continue to whip her breasts.  Finally the whipping stopped.  Antoine released her, but held on the her leash.

       “What am I bid for this slave bra,” announced Mistress Joanna.

       Immediately, there were shouts from the crowd as the bidders weighed in. In a matter of moments the bras went for 700 dollars.  Antoine again grasped her bound arms from behind as she felt someone remove the leather panties from her.  A world of pain exploded on her again.  She felt the flogger whip strike her pussy, several times, then to the fronts of her thighs.  The whip stopped.

       She heard Mistress Joanne’s voice order her, “Cunt, spread your legs!”

       Out of instinct, slave instinct, Jill moved her feet and spread her legs.  Instantly, the flogger stuck her exposed pussy.  Before she could close her legs, the whip lashed her cunt again.  Instinctively, she closed her legs, but opened them again when Antoine growled into her ear, ordering  her to open her legs and keep them open.  Her poor pussy received five more lashes of the whip.  Mistress Joanne was an expert with the whip.  It has been said that only a woman knows how to really hurt another woman.  Jill believed that.  The whip moved from her pussy back to her breasts again.  She receive four more lashes on each breast for the whip stopped.

       Quickly, Antoine turned her about, and putting his arm around her waist, pulling her tight to his body.  With his other hand he grasped her bound wrists and pulled them to one side leaving her ass vulnerable to the whip.  And, the whip did strike.  Ten times the whip found its mark, then another ten on the backs of her thighs.  Antoine spun her around, immediately grasping her by her bound arms and holding her tight while the Mistress stuck her breasts again, five time each breasts.  It seemed her whole body was on fire, and her breasts were catching the brunt of the torment.  The whipping stopped amid loud cheering from the crowd.

       “What am I bid for these leather panties.  I can tell our slave is aroused because her sweet moisture is in the crotch.”

       Mistress Joanne held the leather panties up so all could see the stain made by Jill’s cunt.  The bidding was insane.  The panties went for nearly two thousand dollars!  The corset was taken from her and sold to the highest bidder, as were the thigh high boots.  When the boots were removed, someone put her high heel pumps back on her feet.  Naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded, a well whipped Jill was made to stand there as a few more items of business was conducted, then the auction was over and the crowd left.  Just as Jill was beginning to think her ordeal was over, Mistress Joanna announced a further complication.

       “Jill, my sweet slave, we have one client who has paid a tremendous sum of money for your attention.  Antoine, take her down from the stage.”

       Antoine helped the blindfolded Jill down from the stage and walked her a short distant, then told her to kneel down on her knees.  Jill did so.  In doing so, she felt the fabric legs of a man’s trousers touching each of her upper arms.  She knew she was on her knees, kneeling between a mans legs.

       “Jill, before you is a magnificent cock of a client.  You will suck his cock.  You will suck him to a cum, then suck him dry, making sure his cock is empty and clean.  Do you hear me?”

       A gagged Jill nodded her head slowly.  She did not expect this.  She never felt more like a sex slave than this minute.  What would Jon say?  Does he know?  She knew if she refused she would be whipped until she submitted. Jill felt the gag being removed from her mouth.  She breathed deeply and tried to move her mouth to ease the discomfort of being severely gagged for a long time.  She felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her to the waiting cock.  Her lips felt the cock touch her.  Instinctively, she kissed the head of the cock.  It throbbed, seeming having a life all it’s own.  She kissed it again, then opened her sweet mouth, taking it in.  She heard the owner of the cock utter a soft groan of pleasure as the began to suck.

       Jill flinched as she felt the tip of the crop slap her  breasts, and hearing Mistress Joanna say, “Get into it, Cunt.  You know how to suck cock.  Make this man experience the greatest cock sucking he has ever had, or your tits will feel the crop again, only harder.”

       The crop slapped both her breasts again as she went to her cocksucking duties with more vigor.  As she sucked this cock, the events of the morning were playing in her mind.  She realized the combination of all the things which had occurred, and the feel and taste of the cock she was sucking, was lifting her libido to an even higher level.  Her pussy was a cauldron of steaming emotions.

       As she sucked she could feel the cock in her mouth to start throbbing.  She could tell someone was stroking the cock she was sucking, further arousing the anonymous client.  Perhaps it was Mistress Joanne.  She could tell he was close to a climax.  She doubled her efforts with her lips, tongue and sucking.  Suddenly she felt white hot jets of cum rocketing from this cock.  She sucked and swallowed as hard as she could, taking all of his issue.  She felt the crop slapping her ass as she did so.  Jill held the expended cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it until it was drained.  Eventually, the cock receded from her mouth.  Jill did not move.  She kept kissing and licking the spent cock.  She did not want any more whipping of the crop.

       Jill heard Mistress Joanna’s voice, talking softly in her ear.  “Sweet Slave, you are a magnificent cock sucker.  The Client is very pleased with you.  He wants to meet you, to see  your face.”

       Jill didn’t know what to do.  Before, the cock had been anonymous, now she will know whom she had sucked.  She was not sure she wanted this, but she knew she had no choice.  The blindfold was removed from her face and eyes.  Her first view of the world was of a rather large spent cock.  As cocks go, it was very handsome.  She blinked to get used to the light, then she looked up into the face of the owner of this magnificent cock. 

       IT WS JON!  Jill squealed with delight and she jumped up, and jumped into Jon’s lap, as best she could given her wrists and arms were still in the single glove arm binder.  She kissed Jon’s face, and he kissed her back.  He hugged and fondled her as he kissed her.  She was so happy she wept.  Jon kissed the tear from her face.

       “How are you doing, Sweet Slave,” he asked.

       “Oh, Jon, Sir, I love you.  I am glad you are here.  Oh, I love you!”

       “Well, I guess you are doing fine.  Joanne says  you were a very cooperative slave.  She thinks you are beautiful.  She even offered to buy you from me.”

       Jill replied, “I was scared, but she was good to me.  Antoine was good to me.  Oh, Jon, hold me tight!’

       Jon kissed her, and held her, then said, “I want you to go over to Mistress Joanne and kiss her.  Tell her you enjoyed your morning here.”

       Jill did as she was asked, and gave Joanne a passionate kiss.  She could not hug her as she was still bound.  Mistress Joanne hugged her, and said.  “Some day, I intend to have you to myself for a day.”

       Jill kissed her again.

       Jon the told her to go to Antoine and kiss him, thanking him for his efforts.  Jill did.  Antoine hugged her, and fondled her breasts and pussy as he kissed her a couple of times.  Antoine smiled and said, “With any luck I will have your for myself one afternoon.”

       Jill kissed Antoine again, very passionately.

       Jon was now standing behind her.  He had a black cape in his hand.  Draping it over her shoulders, he buttoned the front, leaving a lot of cleavage, and buttoning it so she would show a lot of leg and thigh as she walked.

       Jill asked, “Sir, could I be untied?”

       “Its time to go home, Slave.  I like you bound like that.  I have plans for you.”

       Turning to Mistress Joanne, he said, “You will have this stuff delivered to my place?”

       Joanne smiled knowingly, “Yes…, in fact I think I will deliver it, myself.”