For my Lord

Chapter 30 – The Stranger

Shortly after O/our return from the business trip abroad, His Lordship holds a party. Naturally, i am part of the entertainment and i am strung up, arms and legs spread wide, and flogged front and back while my cunt-lips are clamped and stretched by heavy weights. Then i am strapped down with my legs again spread wide and my clit is clamped and pierced with several needles.
 
Finally, my belly flesh is burned with a glowing hot iron to renew the words WHORE and SLAVE which have faded over time. Thus my body once again displays clearly to the world what i truly am; a whore and a slave. But not just any whore and a slave; i am my Lord's whore and slave and i am proud and honoured beyond words to be so.
 
The pain is indescribable and i writhe and struggle against my bonds, my body covered with a sheen of sweat and i scream myself hoarse. And all the time, the party Guests laugh, cheer and make course comments about me. During my torture i could not help but glance towards Lady Angel - elegant and beautiful as always - and wonder about Her profession of love for me. Did She mean it and what will this mean for me? Does my Lord know and will He allow Her access to use me? But She simply watches impassively as i suffer, giving no clue as to Her feelings.

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Back in the little cottage, cumslut is gone i am alone. But there have been some changes; the television is no longer controlled from within the cottage. Now it is on permanently showing an endless cycle of films with women abused, beaten, fucked, gangbanged, tortured and so on. There is no off switch and the sound can not be turned down. Also, the doors to the bedroom and bathroom have been removed so i now live constantly with the sounds of women screaming and moaning and the thwack of harsh leather on soft female flesh. The sounds invade my dreams when i sleep fitfully and i am in a constant state of arousal, especially with my clit now permanently exposed; it feels like my clit and its arousal is taking over part of my mind. It is a constant reminder what i am in life: a sex object to be used for the pleasure of others; especially my Lord. He is so precious to me.

The only time the television goes off is when my Lord visits, and also when Lady Angel visits, as She now does maybe two or three times per week.

Sometimes She desires passionate lovemaking, which is a great pleasure for me. Occasionally, She even stays the whole night. But Her moods are not predictable. There are times She enters and within a few moments She has me shackled to a St. Andrew’s cross and She will whip me until i lose consciousness. Other times She will fist me roughly or fuck me with the whip handle. But even those cruel acts are no more than i am used to.

More difficult for me are the times Lady Angel becomes angel. She explains that She is what is known as a switch; almost all of the time She is a stern Domme but, occasionally, she likes to be submissive. It is very confusing for me to be commanded to restrain angel to a post or to the St. Andrew’s cross, and then to whip her. Even more disturbing, is that angel can even snarl to whip her harder, the lashes deep in her skin, her ass cheeks sometimes bloody, bruised and welted. It is something that i am not comfortable with; there is no doubt that i am 100% submissive. Nevertheless, i know better than to question or to object, i merely obey; whore and slave that i am.

Since the trip, and Lady Angel’s declaration of love for me, She has started to call me darling; just darling when She is angel and darling slave or darling slut – or sometimes sweetie - when She is Dominant.

 

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One day angel enters with a little Man with her and a petite girl; both women are nude. The Man has a very mean look in His eyes, which makes me shiver. angel, the girl and i are made to stand in a row and the Man links our collars with a length of chain. The Man then orders us to follow Him. He leads us through the estate for some time until W/we reach a clearing in the woodlands. Clearly preparations have been made as there are posts and ropes dangling from tree branches. 

First He detaches me, ropes my ankles and then hoists me so that i am hanging upside down with my legs spread as wide as they can go, my wrists tied behind my back. Then He covers my head with a wooden box there are holes to breathe and hear but otherwise i am in darkness. But He tells us what He is doing; a kind of running commentary on our torment.

Then i can hear the Man suspend angel by her wrists, He lifts her legs behind her and binds them to her upright arms, her cunt in sight, open and vulnerable. Under her arse, He shoves a wooden pole, so that she is held in position. In her cunt He shoves a little wooden stick, horizontally, to keep her cunt as wide as possible. 

He then binds the wrists of the petite girl behind her back and pushes her onto her back on the grass. At her feet are two O-rings hammered into the ground and He uses these to secure her ankles; her legs closed, her hips somewhat lifted from the soil.

Then He returns to me and shoves a reversed bottleneck into my cunt. The neck stretches my cunt-lips apart and between the glass and my cunt-lips there is no space. He drips some sweet sugar water into my gaping cunt; a strong scent meant to attract wasps. This wasp trap is designed so that wasps which are attracted by the sweetness enter and pass the bottleneck, and once inside down in my cunt they are unable to get out.

Moving back to angel, the Man uses a brush to make a trail of the sugar solution along the pole up to her cunt-lips and inside her cunt, meant to attract ants. Once they find their way they will swarm all over her cunt, outside and inside, biting and sucking on the sweetness.

It is a warm late Summer day and the insects are active and plentiful. It does not take long before the first wasp is attracted and flies into the glass of the trap and i can feel it buzzing around inside my stretched cunt. Of course, it is trapped and it stings me several times. The box muffles my screams but i have no doubt that i can be heard by the Man as i can hear Him laughing as i wriggle and writhe in pain and fear. Soon more wasps and flies are attracted and become trapped. Hanging upside down, all i can do is buck, convulse and swing as the myriad insects bite and sting at my most tender inner flesh.

Close by, i can hear angel’s cries as the ants find their way up along the pole to the sweetness in her cunt. Soon hundreds of ants are all over her lips, inside, crawling picking the sweetness, inside her womb, driving angel mad. There are loud shrieks of agony as her lips swell from the myriad bites; her body shaking, but unable to escape.

The Stranger, meanwhile, shoves a farmer’s stool at the girl’s trapped feet and sits down. Talking all the time, He displays a kind of engineers set, pincers, burner, and needles. Slowly and methodically, He starts at one foot, and pierces a needle between the nail and the toe, starting from the little toe. The poor girl shrieks from pain, but the Stranger ignores her cries and continues with the next toe. And so on; the third toe, the fourth. With the big toe, He has to jerk and screw before the needle pierces through. He considers His work, and decides that a second needle will fit in the big toe. Then He turns and applies the same to the other foot. The girl cries, screams and begs, but to no avail.

After both feet are treated, He lights a burner and heats all the needles until they nearly bend in the hot flame. He is merciless and ignores the howling slut. Already red from the piercings, now her toes are fully red; blistered and burned. But it is not enough for The Stranger. While hot, He pulls out all needles, and still the flame of the burner is aimed at the needles He pulls out her toenails with a pincer. The poor girl struggles like a fish on dry land, but her ankles are firmly trapped and she cannot move her feet.

To finish His work He takes acid paint-stripper, and smears it with a brush on all the poor girl’s tortured toes. her howling gets hoarse, her back arched and tensed like a cord as she is condemned to undergo this inhuman torture. Burning with the acid, He finally breaks her toe knuckles. When the job is "done" He stands up, unzips, and produces a very snail like mini-cock. He jerks it between His thumb and index finger a few times and a few drops splatter on the girl’s belly. After that He zips up and, ignored all we three females, He leaves the scene.

The poor girl sounds like she is in absolute agony. But i have my own problems. The wasps are still trapped inside my cunt and, panicking, they continue to sting my most tender flesh again and again, until my body can take no more and i pass out.

The next thing i am aware of is that i am back on my bed in the cottage, being fucked thoroughly by His Lordship in my stinging cunt. The pain is terrible; tears run freely from my eyes and i tightly grasp the bed sheets. Possibly this is the first time ever that i pray silently that He would stop. Certainly, it is the most pain i have felt from being fucked in my cunt; even worse than when i was fucked by Men wearing studded leather sheaths or when i have been gang-banged. But His Lordship appears to be unaffected; perhaps someone has cleaned me out. And, of course, His endless stamina and self control means that He keeps pounding at me for a long time.

Finally, He shoots His precious hot cum inside me and when He withdraws, i dutifully turn and take Him into my mouth to clean Him.

He strokes my hair and says, “That was painful for you.”

“Yes, my Lord,” i reply.

“Yet you didn’t beg me to stop.”

“No, my Lord. Your pleasure is paramount; my pain is as nothing if You are getting Your pleasure.”

“Good girl. Rest now.” He smiles down at me and pats my head.

Good girl! His words thrill me and, contentedly, i curl up and sleep next my Lord.

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The stings take quite a while to fade, but later in the week Lady Angel/angel visits me, and she makes me whip her harshly before changing places and She straps me to the St. Andrew’s cross and whips me; using the technique She learned on the trip abroad, and also a whip that had been given to Her as a present by O/our hosts.

Later, She makes me lick Her, but only Her still swollen outer lips and Her red swollen clit – She clearly also suffered horribly from the ants; i am ordered not to push my tongue inside, as She usually likes.

Neither The Stranger nor the petite female are ever seen again.

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Over the following few weeks my stings and bites heal well, although the welts on my body are regularly renewed by Lady Angel. angel is seen less and less often.

Then one day, Lady Angel orders me to watch a video clip showing on the television. A woman is on her back with her legs parted and in the air. Her pussy is gaping but there, clear to be seen is the opening of her cervix, which she is fingering.

Rather perplexed, i turn questioningly to Lady Angel and She explains, “His Lordship wishes to learn to do this. your training starts today!”

“But it’s not possible; i can’t do it,” i reply.

“His Lordship has given an instruction. Are you refusing, darling slave?”

“No, Ma’am, i will obey, although i don’t know how.”

“That is your problem!” 

And with that, She orders me to lie on the bed while She takes off Her smart suit, midnight blue and obviously very well tailored. Now in Her equally classy underwear – black bra, panties and suspender belt with black stockings and expensive looking heels, She takes my right wrist and ties it to the bedpost, repeating the process with my left wrist. Then She grabs my left ankle pulls it up and back and ties that to the bedpost, just above my wrist; my right ankle is soon tied in a similar position.

“I suggest that you try pushing, darling slut; as if you are giving birth. Begin!”

Although i push as hard as i can, nothing seems to happen. After a few minutes, Lady Angel pushes two fingers deep into my gaping cunt. “Nothing!” She declares. “Harder, push harder.” And She slashes a crop viciously across the backs of my thighs.

Straining as hard as i can, my body covered with a sheen of sweat, it makes no difference. Several times, Lady Angel plunges Her fingers into me, shaking Her head, lashing me with the crop and snapping, “Harder!”

After about the fourth time, i can’t stop myself and i cry out, “No more, please; i can’t do it!”

“darling slave, you have just earned yourself 20 lashes at the cross. Now, PUSH!” And the crop slashes down again and again.

With tears flowing, i do as She tells me but nothing happens and after a long hour She finally tells me to stop and She unties me. But She allows me no rest and i am ordered over to the cross.

Facing the cross, i stretch out my arms ready to be strapped to it. “Turn around; I want to see your pretty face when I whip you. you look so beautiful when you suffer. you do want to suffer for me, don’t you, darling slave?”

“Yes Ma’am,” i reply, saying what i know She wants to hear. “i want to suffer for You.”

“Good girl.” And She sets about fastening my wrists and ankles, leaving me spread-eagled and exposed. “Count the strokes and thank me for each one.”

With that, She picks up the camel leather whip given to Her during O/our trip abroad and She lashes me across my tits. “Wumph!” i grunt, “one, thank You, Ma’am.”

Before many more strokes i am screaming as Lady Angel works up and down my body; tits, belly, thighs and back again, but only a few more; i can make it.

After the twentieth, i let out a sigh of relief, but She lashes me again! “AARGH!! Twenty-one, Ma’am, thank You. But You said twenty, Ma’am!”

“Aah, yes, I forgot to tell you. you are so beautiful strapped to the cross, screaming and crying, that I decided that you should have fifty. you don’t mind, do you?”

“No Ma’am, as You wish.” But i’m sure my despondency is evident in my voice.

“I knew that you would want to please me; such an obedient slave!” And Lady Angel swings the lash again… and again.

By the time i have received the full fifty, i am hanging limply from my bonds and when Lady Angel releases me, i simply slump to the floor.

Through tear filled eyes i see Her shoes close to me and instinctively, i slide forward and kiss Her shoes, murmuring, “thank You, Ma’am.”

“For what, darling slave?”

“Thank You for punishing me, Ma’am and for training me. This slave is sorry to have disobeyed You, i will try harder next time.”

“I know you will, sweetie,” She says as She moves back and sits in the armchair, crossing Her legs. “Now come here and kiss my feet again.”

Getting slowly to my hands and knees, i crawl to Her and lovingly kiss Her shoes, licking and sucking Them; adoring Them. After some time, Lady Angel tells me to start working my way, slowly, up Her legs. Obeying, i kiss, lick and nuzzle slowly up to Her right knee before moving to the left and starting again at Her ankle.

This time Lady Angel spreads Her legs when i get to the knee and i proceed up to the lacy stocking top before switching back to Her right knee. And i move past the stocking top to the soft white flesh of Her thigh and within inches of Her glorious honey-pot.

Pausing, i look up into Her eyes, She nods and raises Herself slightly of the seat, allowing me to slide Her panties down over Her hips and down Her lovely legs. Holding them up to fold them, i notice the large damp patch where Lady Angel’s juices have soaked in. She sees me looking and says, “clean them.”

Without hesitation, i put the damp patch to my lips and kiss it before sucking and licking it, relishing the taste of Lady Angel’s secretions until she says, “enough!”

Knowing what is required of me, i carefully fold the tiny garment and put it down before shuffling closer and eagerly worshiping Lady Angel’s lovely pussy with my mouth and tongue; lapping and sucking and nibbling and savouring the taste of Her womanhood until She stiffens pulls my head tightly to Her and lets out cries and moans of passion as She climaxes wonderfully.

As Lady Angel comes back down, i continue to lick Her juicy pussy until She pushes me away, sending me sprawling on the floor. She stands and dresses without once looking at me. Then, as She is leaving, She says, “I’ll be back in two days to continue your training. Do better!”

And with that She is gone, leaving me alone.

As promised, two days later, Lady Angel returns and again i am tied to the bed with my legs spread and pulled up. And again i am made to push; and again i am punished with the crop across the backs of my thighs when Lady Angel finds no evidence of the emergence of my cervix.

But i have learned my lesson and i obediently strain for the whole hour, thus avoiding another whipping at the St. Andrew’s cross.

This time, when the hour is up, Lady Angel unties my ankles but leaves my arms tied to the bed-posts and She climbs onto the bed, straddles my head and lowers Her wet pussy to my mouth.

Two training sessions later, when Lady Angel plunges Her fingers into my gaping cunt, She proclaims, “Well, I do believe W/we are making progress. I can feel something in there. Keep pushing, darling slave.”

And encouraged, i strain even harder. But it takes another three sessions before Lady Angel shouts excitedly, “Yes, I can see it, sweetie. Come on, push!” but i am exhausted and bathed with sweat and i can do no more.

Next time, Lady Angel brings a video camera and records the moment when the entrance to my cervix finally shows at the entrance to my gaping cunt. “I’ll send this to His Lordship, I’m sure He’ll be very pleased,” She exclaims.

‘At last, this torment is over,’ i think to myself. But i’m wrong. Lady Angel insists that i continue until i can perform to order, which takes another five training sessions. But, at least, i get fewer stinging lashes across my thighs now. And i am rewarded by being allowed to lick Lady Angel’s lovely pussy!