A Slave To Politics
Part 2
by SpeechMasterOne
That first night was emotionally and physically exhausting. The vibrating dildo
in my pussy created a warm sexual tension throughout my body. The fullness
reached deep inside me. Any little movement pushed and pulled the monster into a
new position in my sex, causing my excitement to increase. Yet lying still was
nearly impossible. As I tried to settle down and find some rest, the vibrator
would build up the tension slowly and deeply. It did not touch my clit, though I
could feel the secondary vibrations rattle trough my loins. The frustration
grew. And grew. Within a couple of hours, I was grinding my hips involuntarily.
My nipples remained painfully hard as a thin layer of perspiration covered my
straining body. I grunted and groaned into my gag. In my wildest dreams, I would
never have believed that sexual excitement could be a form of endless torture. I
felt so incredibly helpless. My body was overloading my brain with the need to
find some relief. It screamed for it. Yet my mind could do nothing for it. Even
when I succumbed to my exhaustion and found some sleep, my dreams were filled
with chaotic and kinky sex. I would wake up several times moaning and humping
the air with my hips. Needless to say, I got very little rest.
The sun had been up for just about 30 minutes when Brittany awoke. She had
always been an early riser. As she stretched, the early morning sun lit up her
glorious body. I was amazed how sexy she looked with her large, high breasts
capped with perfectly round areolas and 1/2 inch nipples. She was thin, yet
carried a strong look to her entire frame. Her hazy eyes and sexy body added
just another can of fuel to the raging fire between my legs.
She looked down at me as she rolled out of bed. Leaning down, she watched my
hips grind with great amusement. "Well, aren't we a restless little slut?" she
asked mockingly. "All of my life I have dreamed of a hot slut to own. Yet it
would have remained a fantasy if you had not filled my head with your visions of
greatness. You truly convinced me that i could accomplish anything that I set my
sights on. And believe me, my sights were on you." As she said this, she used
one hand to run along the tight muscles of my stomach, then up to trace lines
around my rock-hard nipples. I thrust my chest up towards her hand, begging
through my gag for more contact. Her other hand found her own nipples and played
with them in earnest.
She got up and grabbed the video camera. Setting it up on the tripod, she
focused it on me and turned it on. She went to the bathroom while I struggled on
the floor. My god, what a sight I must be presenting. Muscles straining, sweat
gleaming, humping my hips in small circles while I moan into my gag, nipples
hard. How would I ever say I was not enjoying this? I felt totally defeated.
Brittany returned about 10 minutes later. She turned off the camera and set it
up in the bathroom. She returned and unlocked my ankles.
"Into the bathroom, slut. Hurry up, we have a busy day ahead!" she snapped.
I moved as fast as my cramped muscles would allow. She leaned down and unlocked
the high heels, slipping off my aching feet. She unlocked my wrists for the
first time since last night. They felt dead. The freedom was short lived. She
pulled me into the shower and snapped the cuffs back on in front of me. She
attached the handcuffs to a chain hanging from a large hook in the ceiling
located over the shower drain. I had to stretch up on my toes to keep the Strain
off my arms and shoulders.
"Your panties are soaking wet. Look at all of your fuck juice!" She said as she
peeled the saturated garment down my thighs. The dildo made a slurping sound as
it eased out of my slit. I held my breath and was a bit startled as it popped
out. Goo practically poured out of my pussy and down my thighs. My overcharged
sex was now void of any sensations, and incredibly, I wanted more. At a primal
level, I needed to cum.
Once the panties were off, she removed the gag. My mouth was sore and my jaw
ached something fierce. Yet she paid no attention to my problems. She leaned
forward and started the shower. I screamed from the impact of the frigid water.
"Quiet!" She screamed back as she smacked my ass hard with her hand.
The cold water felt like a thousand little needles hitting my skin. I shivered
violently as goose bumps rose all over my body. It felt as though my lungs could
not draw in any air. After about 30 seconds, I started to relax as the water
warmed. Soon the hot water hit my trussed up body. Brittany stepped in the
shower behind me. For the next 20 minutes, she lathered and rubbed and teased my
every nook and crevice her hands could find. She soaped up my back, kneading the
tension out of my aching muscles. She leaned into me as she washed my neck, then
my chest. She lingered forever on my proud breasts, running her slippery hands
over my nipples until they felt too sensitive to touch. Yet she continued, all
the while rubbing her breasts and hard nipples on my back.
The feel of her body on mine was the most erotic thing I had ever felt. I
loathed myself for allowing her to manipulate me so easily. I fought against her
delicious touch. Yet my body ignored my silent protestations. I started shaking
again, but this time with the need for her to allow me to cum. Her hands moved
down my sides and hips moving towards by swollen slit. The touch was purely
electrifying. Just a couple of light flicks on my clit brought me teetering on
the edge of cumming. But by this time, she moved her soapy hands down my thighs,
not allowing me to achieve release. I groaned with my need.
Once she finished rinsing me off, she stepped out of the shower stall briefly,
leaving me practically hanging with water pelting my nipples relentlessly. She
returned with an enema bag. "Please don't," I protested.
She spanked me twice on the ass with stinging blows. "I believe in progressive
punishment. Each time you disobey me, you earn an additional slap." I shut my
mouth immediately.
"Now that you are clean on the outside, we need to clean your insides as well,"
she giggled as she pressed the applicator against my anal opening. I have never
had anything up my ass before. Before I was ready, I felt her pushing it, trying
to get it past my anal ring. The more resistance, the harder she pushed. I
groaned deeply as it finally pushed it's way in. Once she felt satisfied how far
it was shoved in, I heard her squeeze a pump and I felt the plug expand inside
me. She kept pumping until I was certain she would split me apart.
She filled the 2-quart enema bag with the warm water from the showerhead, and
mixed in a little soap before sealing the bag. The bag was hung in front of me
on the showerhead. She patted me on the cheek and turned the knob, allowing the
water to flow quickly into my bowels. I panicked as I realized that she might
empty the entire bag inside of me. My insides started to expand. The pain grew
quickly. "Please stop. It hurts too much! Stop, Miss Brittany!!" I felt three
rapid-fire smacks on my ass that sent me swinging by my wrists. With the added
weight in my bowels my arms and shoulders were straining to their limit.
I bit my lip as the bag released the last of its contents into my over-extended
intestines. I looked down to see my stomach bulging like I was 7 months
pregnant. First I felt a series of rumbles in my bowels. Then I felt intense
cramps fire pain throughout my midsection. As the cramps increased, Brittany
started rubbing my slit again, light brushing my clit with her fingernail. The
effect was mind shattering. The cramps distracted me as she increased the level
of my arousal to heights I had never explored before. My heart pounded and my
lungs fought for air as she played with my helpless nub, pushing further towards
an orgasm despite the pain. Just as I approached my orgasm, she let go of my
clit.
"My. My little toy is in quite predicament, isn't she," Brittany said in a
little girl's voice. "I want you to tell me what a little slut you are. If you
convince me, I will take this out of your ass. I might even let you cum first."
With a speed and aggressiveness that truly shocked me, I immediately started
begging, almost screaming, "I am your sex toy, your slut. You own me, Miss
Brittany. I want to cum so bad. I need to cum!!!! I will go insane!!!!! PLEASE
HELP ME! I AM SUCH A SLUT!! I WILL DO ANYTHING IF YOU WILL JUST LET ME CUM!!!"
With a grin, she leaned into the shower and whispered into my ear. "You want to
cum so bad that you don't even mind the enema up your ass. Maybe I will leave
this in you for the rest of the day."
Just as the pain intensified, I groaned out "My God, you must take this out. It
hurts. Please help me!"
"As you wish. But you must promise to hold it in for 5 minutes, or I will not
allow you to cum now."
I nodded. Without a word, she released the air from the applicator and yanked it
out of my ass. She then stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She
watched with amusement as I struggled to hold in the contents of my belly. After
thirty seconds, I was losing strength; after one minute, I could feel seepage.
Thoroughly exhausted, I gave up after the 90-second mark. Everything released
from my anal cavity and onto the floor. As my bowels evacuated, I felt utter
relief. Yet the brown liquid floating around my toes disgusted me. And I felt
absolutely mortified.
Brittany ordered me to turn around so the shower could wash off the rest. Once
everything had cleared, she reached in and turned of the shower. She reached up
and unhooked my cuffs from the chain in the ceiling. I nearly collapsed onto the
shower basin. She pulled me out and asked me to sit on the toilet seat. As soon
as she returned with the scissors and shaving cream in her hands, I remembered
the sight of her bald pussy. I was so emotionally spent that I had no energy
left to protest.
She proceeded to clip my wispy tuft of pubic hair. She took her time,
"accidentally" bumping my clit several times. By the time she applied the
shaving cream to my mound and the space between my slit and asshole, my arousal
was skyrocketing. She slowly shaved me, pulling on my labia to get a better
angle. I was again near an earth shattering orgasm when she finished up. She
used a wet washcloth to clean away the excess soap. "There you go! Look at how
puffy your perfect little cunt lips are. And your huge clit is sitting up like a
tiny little pecker. You will never be allowed to have hair again on your pussy.
Even stubble will cause you severe punishment. Do you understand?" She asked
sternly as she rubbed my now bald slit with her amazing feather like touch. I
was amazed at how quickly she could bring me to the edge, and how she
instinctively knew when to stop.
"Yes, Miss Brittany"
She took off the handcuffs and ordered me to clasp my hands behind my head. She
then went into the bedroom and returned with her naughty bag of toys. She
grabbed a towel and patted my shivering body dry. I think she new that the
shivering was from my need to cum, not the chill of the room.
She took out a collar from the bag. Inscribed on the front were the words
"SexToy." She fastened a collar around my neck, and locked it in place. This
simple act delivered a devastating blow to my self-esteem. I lost all self worth
at that point.
She handed me a garter belt and ordered me to slip it on. It was a bit too
tight, but I knew better than to complain. Next were the hose, which I rolled up
each leg and attached to the garters. She lifted each foot and locked on the
five-inch heels from last night.
"I don't like droopy tits, so you will have the luxury of always wearing a bra.
I will make sure that you will always find them to be, shall I say,
'entertaining' at the least." With this she handed me a heavily boned demi-bra,
with enough support to force my breasts up and out, but leaving the nipples
fully exposed.
She grabbed a six-inch chain from the bag and locked it to my collar. The other
end was locked to my handcuffs. Brittany barked, "Now go down stairs and fix me
breakfast. You are not allowed to cum. And don't get any stupid
thoughts...remember what I have on you now." She pointed to the video camera,
which was sitting on the medicine cabinet. It was pointed at the shower, which
meant that it captured the entire episode with the enema, including my begging
to cum.
I rolled my eyes as I made my way to the downstairs kitchen. I had to move
slowly and deliberately in these monster heels. I tested the length of the chain
and found I could not get close enough to touch my pussy. Even when I stopped
and bent over, I was just an inch or so away from touching my still throbbing
clit.
As I started fixing breakfast, I thought about how I would get out of this
predicament. Could I steal the files? No, they were locked away. What about the
pictures and video? I did not know where they were kept. I could run away. But
where would I go. I would be hounded down by law enforcement. I could give up
and go to prison. But then I would lose everything and my career and reputation
would be shattered. I would need outside help, but it would take time to plan,
time that I did not have at my disposal right then.
The heels were killing my feet. They forced me to walk with an exaggerated sway
in my hips. And this bra was something else. It held my breasts up on two round
shelves, presenting my nipples like twin gun barrels. Even with the collar and
chains, I had to admit that I looked and felt sexy. Without thinking, I used my
fingertips to lightly brush my nipples back and forth.
The heightened level of excitement from the last 12 hours, which had just cooled
to a simmer over the last 20 minutes, was almost instantly stoked again. Never
had my body been so sensitive and felt so hot. I started to pinch my nipples and
pull on them as my breathing increased rapidly.
Realizing what I was doing, I summoned all of my strength and took my hands away
from my nipples. But the damage was done. My body was again buzzing with sexual
need. I took deliberate breaths to calm myself down. I was startled. I whipped
my head around as I heard Brittany in the kitchen doorway. She was dressed in a
mid-thigh length leather skirt, a tasteful sleeveless blouse and two-inch heels.
She looked stunning.
"I had a feeling that I could not trust you and your slut tendencies. You must
realize that I now own your body. You must ask permission before you can touch
it. You must ask permission before you do anything. You are my toy to play with,
and I will exact extreme punishment if you disobey me. Now bend over the counter
and receive your spankings. I believe that we are now up to four!"
Her speech frightened the hell out of me. I quickly leaned over the counter.
Brittany grabbed my hair and pushed my head down as she rattled off her first
slap. My ass, which never completely recovered from the previous slaps, smarted
something fierce. Brittany said, "From now on, you will count them out and thank
me for spanking you after each and every blow. Understand, my toy?"
"Yes, Miss Brittany. One...thank you for spanking me!"
SLAP!
"Two...thank you for spanking me, Miss Brittany!"
SLAP!
That one made me groan in pain. "Three...thank you for spanking me, Miss
Brittany!"
SLAP!
The last was the hardest yet. I could feel my eyes well up. "Four.....thank you
for spanking me, Miss Brittany!" The simple acting of thanking her for each slap
was as humiliating as the punishment itself.
Brittany sat down. "Serve me my food. Then pour yourself a small bowel of
Special K, with skim milk, and sit on the floor and eat it as quickly as
possible."
I moved quickly and quietly, tending to her needs first, then fixing and eating
my breakfast. At her command, I took up the dishes and cleaned them while she
returned to the bedroom to setup my clothes for this morning. I joined her as
soon as I finished.
She grabbed the hook in my collar and pulled me into the bathroom. She unhooked
the chain connecting my cuffs to the collar, and then uncuffed my wrists, only
to cuff them behind me again. She sat me down at the vanity and started to pull
my hair into a tight ponytail. Staring into the mirror, I watched as she started
tying a thin leather strap to the base of my hair, and then weaved it into the
ponytail. I found out later just why she did this.
Finished with my hair, she uncuffed my wrists, freeing them for the first time
since last night. She gave me very strict instructions on how to apply my
makeup. In a word, "heavy!" She went into the bedroom as I finished up.
I finished and joined her in the bedroom as ordered. She had pulled one of my
older business suits. It was a red outfit that I had not worn in a while, and
obviously she had prepared it far in advance of the day's events. She handed me
the skirt, and as I pulled it on, I immediately noticed the hem was much higher.
In fact it was only a few inches from the bottom of my ass. If I bent over, I
would expose the underside of my tight buns. The skirt was now much tighter as
well.
She handed me the matching coat, which was a double-breasted coat with a single
button in the front. This coat was meant to be worn with a blouse underneath.
She had obviously taken this in as well. I had to pull the coat to get the
button to fasten. This pressed my nearly naked breasts and exposed nipples into
the fabric. The roughness of the fabric rubbing against my nipples instantly
brought them to rock-hard attention again. You could see them pushing little
tents in the fabric. The coat also exposed the tops of my breasts, and was cut
deep enough so that you could notice the strap between my bra cups.
She grabbed some kind of plug, 5 inches long and tapered on both ends, with a
broad, flat base at one end. "Lift your skirt, slut," she ordered. As I did so,
she ran the plug up and down my still wet slit. I yelped as she then pushed it
into my pussy, and she moved it in and out, twisting it around with each thrust.
I was again amazed how quickly she brought me to the brink of an orgasm. I was
panting and was about to hit that much needed cum when she pulled it out. I
wanted to scream out, but I did not want another spanking this morning.
"Bend over and hold your ankles," she ordered. In position, I felt her run her
fingers over my hard ass cheeks and upper thighs. I was shaking with need. How
does she know how to keep me at this impossible level of excitement? She touched
the fuck-juice covered plug against my anal hole. She pushed and twisted as I
grunted with the pain. After a short but intense effort, the plug broke through
my tight sphincter and sucked in the plug to its base. For the second time in as
many hours, my ass felt uncomfortably full.
Finished with my anal violation, she commanded that I straighten up. Brittany
piled some items from her toy bag into her purse, and we were on our way.
She led me out to my car. She opened the doors with the remote, and we both
climbed in. "Lift your skirt and sit bare assed on the seat." I did as she said.
The plug moved in my ass.
Brittany pulled out of the long driveway of my five-acre property and proceeded
to inform me of the game we would play as we drove to our first destination.
"You will use one hand to play with your nipples, and one hand to play with your
slit. You are to judge your excitement on a scale from 1 to 10, with 1 being
normal and 10 being an orgasm. You are to announce a number to correspond to you
excitement level. Once you reach the number 9, you are to ask my permission to
stop playing with yourself. Only with my permission are you allowed to stop. You
are absolutely NOT ALLOWED TO CUM! I know you and your body language, so don't
think that you can cheat. If you disobey me, or if I think you are not being
100% honest in playing my little game, then I will punish you so severely with
my whip that it will take weeks for the scars to heal. Now tell me, what level
are you at right now?"
"Five, Miss Brittany" I did not want to play this game, especially riding in my
car were anyone on the road could see my lewd sexual display. I felt so terribly
helpless and alone.
"You may start," she announced.
With this, I immediately started rubbing my breasts and my slit. Again, my body
betrayed me, growing in excitement like a rocket. "Six," I said almost
immediately. My sphincter squeezed around the plug. "Seven," I said seconds
later. I pinched and pulled my right nipple as my right hand flicked my clit
with a flurry. I needed to cum so badly that my body was driving me towards my
orgasm at light speed. "Eight," I panted as i could feel my whole body heat up.
I was already leaking goo onto the leather seat. "Nine," I said as I could feel
an earth shattering orgasm forming deep within me. With great reluctance, I
begged, "May I stop playing with myself, Miss Brittany?"
Brittany looked over at me with a huge smile and a snicker. "Keep going. But I
warn you, don't cum!"
I slowed my hands down, which did little good because of the how hypersensitive
my clit and nipples were. My vision blurred and I could hear a ringing in my
ears as I continued to stroke myself. I was grunting and moaning so loud that I
thought that I would shatter the glass. Just when I thought that I would
literally explode, she said the magic words, "STOP."
I took my hands away and struggled catch my breath. I could hear her laughing at
me as my body slowly cooled down a bit. After several minutes, just when my head
was feeling clear, she said, "Start"
I was flabbergasted that I had to do this again! Yet my hands flew to play with
my nipples and clit again. "Seven." I forced myself to rub slower this time, to
somehow control my excitement and not allow her complete satisfaction over me.
But my body was not listening to me. "Eight" I felt like a run away train. I
could not stop my body from racing towards the orgasm that had been denied so
often over that past few hours. In a defeated tone, I grunted
"Nine.....Mi...Miss Britt..ttany...may I stop pla...playing with me?"
Brittany started giggling again as she said nothing, watching my body tremble
and turn beet red as I struggled to keep from cumming. I thought I would lose
consciousness when I her yell "STOP!"
After what I estimated as about ten minutes, she said the dreaded words again,
"Start."
"Eight" I stammered as my hands punished my clit and nipples. My fingers were
listening only to my body now, driving me hard towards the only thing that
mattered in my life, a fucking orgasm. "NINE" I screamed as I held my breath to
fight the gigantic O. I needed it so bad that I cried like an infant. I did not
care anymore. I would take my punishment. I was going to make myself cum, even
if it killed me.
I did not notice that Brittany had pulled off on the side of the road. Just when
I reached the point of no return, she grabbed my hand that was friggin my clit
and pulled it away. She snapped a handcuff on it and quickly pulled it behind my
back. She grabbed my other wrist, maneuvered it behind my back, and snapped the
other cuff tight.
I could not stop shaking as my body screamed at me to cum. Crying was the only
form of release that I could muster. This evil girl was using my sexual need to
torture me, and at that moment I knew that I was broken. I could only imagine
what would come next (forgive the pun).
(to be continued)
