Dream Dream Dream

Dream. Dream. Dream.

At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too.

Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other.

Not just a normal Husband & Wife, they were Master and Slave. They were made for each other.

Abby was a looker, no doubt about that. 5ft 3 tall, slim body she had worked hard to keep in shape, nice blonde hair just past shoulder length and light blue eyes. A cute round butt, 34C breasts the defied gravity and a silky smooth hairless body below her neck.

Life was good…..too good it seems……

Chapter One - 8 months into the nightmare.

Standing in the middle of the room, her mind strayed. She thought about her life a lot these days, since it had changed dramatically since that fateful day. Yes, the day she lost her world.

Jason had died of a blood clot in the brain. She remembered how he was perfect one moment, then watched as he was talking to her normally, his speech, his voice changed till she couldn’t understand what he was saying.

Watching stunned he went from struggling to speak to convulsing and ending on the floor shaking slightly before becoming still all in the matter of a minute.

It had all happened before she could even comprehend it. She rang for an ambulance but once they got there, they called it…..she had never left his side while waiting for the ambulance, tears streaming her face, fearing being left alone.

The following day it was confirmed from the hospital that he had died from a blood clot in his brain, she couldn’t believe it.

She had not only last her husband and her best friend, she lost her Master, her world….

She had always had submissive tendencies while growing up, but when she had met him, he brought out the real her. The submissive girl who loved to give up control, who loved having someone else control and tell her what to do. She relied on him to help her every day, she felt so much better knowing her life was under control, so much control. She obeyed everything he ordered; he trained her in so many ways, the submissive dream.

“Back to it, slut!” shouted a woman which startled her out of her day dream. Yes, back to her current daily life, far from what it used to be. When Abby didn’t move quickly enough after being told, she felt her ass burn for a second, she realized her bare ass had just received the lash of her Mistress’s whip. It didn’t hurt as much as usually, “she must be tired” Abby thought as she replied “yes Mistress” quietly and returned to her work….as the house maid.

She was currently dressed in a very skimpy black and white maid’s outfit, it had a deep neckline which not only showed her 34C breasts but made it hard to keep them in the outfit as she was not allowed to wear a bra.

The skirt part of it was barely long enough to cover her ass so it was always on display. She always wore underwear….well most people wouldn’t really call it underwear; they would call it a Chastity Belt. The addition of the belt was Thigh Bands which meant spreading her legs was impossible as the short chain between them made wearing pants or shorts impossible, it was dresses and skirts or nothing at all.

Her legs covered in thigh high black sheer stockings finished just below her Thigh Bands while wearing a pair of high heel ankle shoes.

She resumed her chores as normal, using the duster and cloths she had to continue to clean the house she was in. Thankfully mistress soon left her to her chores which meant she didn’t have to worry about any more assaults on her ass, not right now anyway.

While Most of the outfit she could live with since she had been trained as a maid in full before this nightmare started, there were definite differences in her life now and when she was married to Jason.

The Chastity Belt for one was permanent. The locks on her Chastity Belt & Thigh Bands were keyless, no keyholes and made of surgical steel silver. The position and way they were locked also meant using bolt cutters was impossible. 

She loved sex. She used do anything for it, to cum. Now her sex had been sealed away from her forever. Hating it for it was metal as well; it was all high polished steel silver, a contrast to her Pale White skin. Not being able to spread her legs further than a small walking stride was slowly irritating her more and more, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

The same type steel silver metal cuffs on her wrists, with matching ones on her ankles (which she had to squeeze her stockings under every time) to be matched with a 2.5 Inch Silver Collar locked around her neck. All were permanently locked too, having internal locks so from the moment they were closed around her, they were irremovable.

She cried a lot she found out it was all permanent.

While the thought of being permanently collared and cuffed as a slave did appeal to her greatly with her husband Jason, with the current people she was enslaved too, it was horrible.

Her blond hair pulled into a high ponytail which the head piece for her uniform sat in front on her head, she busied herself cleaning. She didn’t want to take too long otherwise they would punish her for failing to finish in time for dinner.

For one thing, she was glad for the chastity belt. She had used one before, and had always dreamed of being made permanently locked away, she never intended for it to become reality, with her husband maybe but not these people. On the positive side, her Master could not rape her pussy, something she was happy about. Sadly, her Ass and her mouth were not spared that treatment.

Her mouth and ass were used a lot, by the Master and Mistress of the house, but also many other people as they saw fit.

They teased and degraded her at every chance.

She had barbell piercings in both her nipples a long time ago, but they replaced those quickly with thick Silver Rings about 2 inches around when she first arrived. They teased and tortured her nipples constantly, but she had learned to ignore them as sexual release was gone for her.

They even at times put her in a Chastity Bra. A Metal bra designed to make sure her breasts were inaccessible at all times. She hated it.

She felt her whole body was locked away from her by people she hated, but luckily they said they would never permanently keep her breasts locked away, they had plans for those one day. That comment made her scared but so far, nothing had happened in the 8 months she had been here.

She moved over and started on cleaning the huge windows in the room. She stopped briefly as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She couldn’t remember the last time she had smiled. From her eyes which pleaded for help to the Nose ring hanging on her lower lip, shining silver, giant like her nipple rings to her slightly parted lips to see a glimmer of silver shinning out from there. Opening her mouth for a minute shows her tongue pierced with a large silver Barbell.

She still hadn’t got used to it nor could she talk properly, it was oversized, especially the balls on the end of the barbells, designed for tongue pleasure from her when she was used.

Staring at herself in the window reflection, she slowly started cleaning it while thinking about how she ended up here in this horrible place.

ABOUT 8 MONTHS AGO….

She had just lost her husband; she was lost in her own world. They had the funeral, all friends and family, kinky or otherwise offered help and trying to be the strong girl she was, she turned them all down trying to be strong, but she knew she wasn’t. Abby cried herself to sleep each night on their bed.

She would be wearing her slave collar and cuffs, hoping for some semblance of peace or feeling of content, but it never came. She had no one to tell her what to do. A couple of days passed in the same numbness for her.

She woke up with a shock, slowly separating her face with the pillow which used to be Jason’s, finding herself walking to the door and opening it, realizing she must have heard it knock.

Opening the door, she realized she was still naked sans her collar and cuffs and she looked a wreck, and thankfully it wasn’t her parents or younger sister that stood outside but Brianna & David, a Dominating Husband and Wife Team.

She let them in as she would have anyway, being the slave of the house, she didn’t bother to cover up, they had seen her naked many times before.

She closed the door and followed them into the living room and sat down in a chair as they sat down on the couch. They were concerned just as everyone else about how she would cope, as being a dominate couple, Abby and Jason knew them well.

They had also tried to get Abby to Sub for them on many occasions, happily being shielded by them from her Master as it was well known they were not light players, not that compassionate to their slaves they have used. She and her husband talked many times of how she never wanted to be a sub to them ever. One of her only limits she asked of her Master.

Having Buried her husband only a couple of days ago, she was to stressed and totally oblivious to their sinister plans for her.

Small talk progressed between them all before she rose to go get some clothes on. Abby was just about out of the room before “where are you going? Come back here” was spoken to her in a demanding tone.

Having been without a Master for days now, she automatically obeyed and came back, and stood in front of them.

When she got there, she was going to stand her ground but one look at both of them she knew the drill and automatically obeyed and sank to her knees in front of them with her legs spread and hands behind her back. She felt defenseless without Jason to protect her from them

Strangely, she was enjoying the feeling, while she wasn’t happy, she wasn’t thinking about who she was submitting too. Her eyes down cast as she had been taught, both Brianna and David got up and started running their hands all over her, almost as if inspecting her.

Her body responded very quickly, not able to bring herself to orgasm since her master passed away, she hadn’t cum for days and her body was all too happy to respond.

She could tell it was Brianna who was toying with her pussy; she was so close to orgasm, she needed it.

Abby hadn’t noticed David had clipped his leash to her collar and placed locks on her leather wrist, ankle cuffs and collar. She was too distracted by her need to cum to notice that David has also connected her wrist cuffs together, locking her hands behind her.

She was so close to orgasm when Brianna stopped and stepped back to stand next to David.
Abby whimpered, she was desperate, she didn’t care right now who made her cum, she would do it herself but she knew realized her hands were locked behind her “please, make me cum, please!!” she begged.

Both David & Brianna smirked down at her, Abby watched as Brianna sat back down on a seat and raised her legs to rest over the arm rests, pulled her brown leather skirt up which exposed the black lace panties which were clearly moist from her arousal.

David handed her the leash and as Brianna pulled her closer between her legs, Abby watched as she slowly had no choice but to move herself closer and closer till her face was close to Brianna’s lace covered pussy.

She could smell the woman’s arousal and it only made her own arousal worse as she was desperate to cum. A short jerk of the leash brought Abby’s attention to Brianna as she spoke “here’s how this is going to go slut, you are going to make me cum. If you do a good job, I will make you cum too” with a smirk.

Her face was brought closer to the pussy Abby had to service if she wanted to cum, and want she did. She didn’t even notice David had left the room as she started licking the lace panties tasting the woman she didn’t like very much for the first time.

Brianna was happy to let the slut take it slowly, she would have plenty of time to get used to her pussy once the slut was safely at home and properly restrained as their slave.

Meanwhile, David had gone and opened the attached garage, backed in their car and then came back into the living room to see how things were going.

He walked in to see the slut still eagerly licking his wife’s pussy through her panties. He could smell her arousal the moment he walked back in.

He knelt down behind Abby, reached under her ass and felt her cunt. He could smell her arousal as well, different to his own wife’s.

Looking up between the legs of the woman she was currently servicing, Abby could see Brianna was close to orgasm, which only made her increase her effort to make her cum, she could taste Brianna and her face was slick with her juices and was enjoying the light attention she was receiving from David behind her.

She watched as Brianna’s moans were becoming more quick and louder when Brianna grabbed Abby’s head and held it hard up against her pussy as she came loudly. Abby’s mouth was open just as Brianna had pulled her in hard and could taste the little bit of cum in her mouth that had come from Brianna’s pussy.

After a minute she was let go and she could breathe again, and the first words out of her mouth were “please I have to cum, you promised I could cum!” a breathless Abby begged.

Out of nowhere she was about to beg again, she had opened her mouth to find David act quickly and shove a red ball gag in her mouth and strap it tightly first.

She was quickly dragged to her feet as David took the leash from Brianna and started leading her away. She was begging through the gag as to what was happening, but was quickly marched through her house, into the garage, and then shoved quickly into the boot of David’s car.

Brianna quickly caught up to them, still looking flush but satisfied, to peel her panties off and put them over Abby’s head and secured the soaked patch over her nose and gagged mouth. She watched with wide eyes as David closed the boot of the car. Behind her gag, she screamed in fear.

PRESENT DAY……

Cleaning the window, she sighed, remembering how she was brought here. “Pulled roughly from the car boot, dragged into the house she was brought into an empty room with a table in the middle. After being tied town securely to the table, they injected something into her arm; it quickly took effect as she was drowsy very easily. The worst part, was just as she was losing consciousness, they let her orgasm. It was a ruined orgasm, she felt her clit toyed with so much her back arched just as she came, barely conscious, Brianna pinches her clit with her sharp nails and pain took over.

Just before she blacked out she heard Brianna laugh “hope you enjoyed your last orgasm ever slave”

After waking, seeing her body modified and locked away from her, then the rules laid down was horrifying. She couldn’t even run as a small device built into her chastity belt meant if she left the grounds perimeter, she would be shocked till she returned. She tried a few times only to be painfully shocked and had to return back to her prison. Abby eventually gave up on rescue, as when they had visitors that might actually want to help her; she was never in a position to ask for it, usually gagged and tied up, sometimes locked away till they left.

Finishing the last window in the living room, she was thankful she still hadn’t been to slow and finished in time.

Sighing again, she made her way to Brianna’s office.

She found her busy on her laptop at her desk. She approached and looking down at the floor awaiting acknowledgement from her.

“Finished have you?” she spoke not even looking at Abby.

“yesth Misth-tress” Abby replied best she could. “Damn tongue piercing” she thought.

“Shame, I really wanted to punish you today for not finishing on time” Brianna said unhappily, glaring at Abby “well maybe later. Under the table as usual whore! ”

Abby quickly moved down onto her knees and under the table from the front as it had access, she found Brianna had raised her dress to show her pussy uncovered and started licking her pussy as she usually had to.

If she didn’t do a good job, she would be punished. She hated punishments from these people; they went from bad to sadistic depending on their mood.

True enough, in 8 months’ time, Abby had learned to service Brianna very well; to the point it only took a minute or so to bring her to orgasm. Knowing the routine, she was to continue to worship her mistress’s pussy until told to stop.

10 minutes and 6 orgasms for Brianna later, Abby was tired, her tongue was sore, the large barbell making it hard as it was and having Brianna pulling her face in tightly each time she came.

She hated servicing Brianna, after being a slave to them for two weeks, Brianna did something truly cruel.

On the third week into her new slavery, Brianna got nasty. It was time for Brianna’s usual morning orgasms, but instead, Abby was instructed to kneel before her in the living room.

Brianna was naked and sat down in front of her and spread her legs “do not take your eyes off me slut. If I see you not watching me or if you have your eyes closed, I will shave your head bald!” she spat at Abby.

Abby knelt there and watched Brianna masturbate herself to 3 orgasms nice and slow. She deliberately took her time, made it look very seductive and very enjoyable.
Abby watched as her hated mistress got to cum right in front of her. The fact Brianna was moaning about ‘how she gets to orgasm any time she wants and Abby couldn’t” only seemed to make Brianna cum harder and wetter.

Only after 3 orgasms was Abby told to lick her pussy and clean her up. She didn’t get to make her orgasm though. She was extremely jealous and it hit her soul like a freight train, and as that ritual happened 4 times a day, once in the morning, once at mid-day, once before dinner and once before bed.

Abby had to watch 4 times a day for 7 days her hated mistress cum again and again and again then lick her clean. By the time she had finished cleaning Brianna on the 7th day before bed, she was a broken mess. After that, Brianna resumed getting Abby to lick her to orgasm whenever she wanted, yet she still delighted in reminding Abby that she couldn’t cum while Brianna could.

“enough bitch, trainer now, continue till someone come’s and get you” Brianna said after her orgasms with a laugh, knowing what she told her slave to do was something of annoying unrequired training for her Abby.

Abby got up and as she left spoke “yesth misth-tress. Tankyuu misth-tress for lething me phleasure yuuu” as she had been told to repeat after servicing her.

Walking out of Brianna’s Office down to the hall way into her own room, it was a double sized bedroom, but had no bed in it, no windows either, only a sliding door to close the room which was a mirror. The strangest thing about it was each wall was one solid mirror. Even the roof and floor were mirrors except for a long fluorescent light which lit the room brightly. The floor was reinforced so it could be walked upon, but wherever Abby looked, she saw herself, a constant reminder of her current status, a lowly house slave.

On one wall was a dildo attached to the mirror at waist height, and on the floor below it was another dildo attached to the floor. She knew the drill. She Shed off her maid dress and head piece. Knowing she would be punished if she removed her heels she left them on.

Kneeling in front of the dildo attached to the floor, she licked and sucked the dildo as it would be her only lubrication

She then stood and positioned herself above the dildo attached to the floor. It wasn’t small, it was 9 inches long and the thinnest at the tip was 2 inches and went down to 4 inches at the base.

Abby sighed and lowered herself down and reached behind her, positioned the tip and lowered herself further till it penetrated her ass.

She was not allowed to sit; she was to remain on her feet at all times but to ride it down as far as possible without falling over.

With moans of protest, the dildo sank further into her ass, stretching it as well. She didn’t need to do this, over the years her body could accommodate anything including this dildo, but they only made Abby do it because she hated it.

The problem was, while she received a little bit of stimulation from the dildo in her ass, it was never enough; all it did was make her horny, a constant reminder that she can’t touch her sex.

Once in position she leaned forward a bit and prepared to start sucking the dildo now at her face height.

The dildo was a bit longer, 12 inches and curved down. It was about 2 inches wide the whole length, it was meant as a deep throat trainer. She could easily take it, but was frustrating her. She had to do this at least once a day, it was annoying. Her body could already take this; her gag reflex was gone after the years of practice with her husband.

The dildos were ever changed in size so they weren’t really training her to take them, just keeping her busy.

But the worst part was all the mirrors.

She could see herself in every angle! Many days previously, for hours she would ride up and down the dildo while sucking the dildo on the wall deep down her throat and all she could do was watch her reflection. It was deafly quiet except for her breathing and the sound of her sucking and fucking the dildos. She hated it.

There was even a couple of cameras attached to a couple of walls, even one right above her they could watch her. They could also record them.

They showed her a recording one night while Brianna and David had sex in the lounge in front of her, they could see the tears flowing down her face, it only made their sex more passionate.

After 3 hours on those stupid dildos, she was tired, but not only being fit but barely being fed, she could keep it up for a bit longer. Thankfully, David come in just after 3 hours and told her to stop, so she did. She didn’t get off or take the dildos out of her. She had been punished for that too many times previously.

He loved to watch her light blue eyes plead for him to let her get up. Moving up and down on the dildo was fine, stationary and not moving was murder on her legs and he knew that.

“Assume my favorite position cunt” David stated rather carefree with a smile. Abby nearly leapt off and assumed the position she knew well too.

Kneeling on the floor, legs spread, hands cupping her breasts, nipples still showing and to open her mouth and tilted her head back. David loved to keep her in this position for a long time, Abby on the other hand hated it, not only looking like she was offering her breast’s for torment, but with her legs spread, the chastity belt was in full view.

Looking up at him, she saw he was naked. One thing she had to admit to herself every time she saw him naked was he was hot. Six pack, very toned, he was like a gym nut yet he didn’t work out often, he was just lucky to possess such a hot body, one she would love to submit to if he wasn’t so sadistic with her. Brown eyes, black short hair, legs were toned and fit too and then there was his cock.

It was big, she had only ever seen a cock that big on a black guy, yet he was white, very lucky. It was 8 inches long and 2 to 3 inches wide. He was circumcised which only made the head of his cock look even bigger.

He could cum a lot too; the only reason she could accept to like her chastity belt was if he were to fuck her, unprotected, she would without a doubt become pregnant.

But as she stayed in her position, she knew he wasn’t going to use her for sex, he never did when he asked her into this position, only one other thing.

She watched as he aimed his cock at her mouth and let loose his piss. She had learned long ago not to choke on his piss, she didn’t really like water sport play but she had no choice, the punishment she learnt long ago wasn’t worth resisting.

He pissed for ages, he must’ve held on for all day because she was totally covered in his pee when he finished. Good thing the floor was glass too.

He stared at her and she knew she had to do what he was waiting for her to do. Abby’s mouth was filled and had overflowed with piss, and he was waiting for her to swallow it, so she did. It was vile.

Eventually, he said as if in a hurry “bed” and so she crawled to her ‘bed’. It was not a bed, but a cage, a black steel reinforced cage that would only fit her when on her hands and knees, length, width and height wise. Crawling into the cage, he closes the cage door behind her and uses a padlock to secure it. He walked just out of her reach and places the key down on the floor, knowing she can see her cage key but cannot reach it.

Laughing lightly, David without another word to Abby, walks to the door of the room and slides it closed so each wall is 100% mirrors.

It is quiet except for her breathing and shuffling in the cage to get comfy.

Abby knows it’s useless to reach and try and get the key, she tried for months to do it and failed. The cage is glued to the floor so she can’t move it and can’t reach through the bars far enough to get the key.

Sadly, she will probably not be able to hold off going to the toilet till the morning, something more to clean up and be punished for too.

Worst of all, she is still soaked with her Masters piss. It smells and is turning slightly sticky. The smell of his piss is everywhere, every breath. She looks out of the cage, and more tears start to form. She sees the giant, very giant puddle of piss from where she knelt a few minutes ago; she will have to clean it tomorrow. At best, it will be liquid so licking it up will not take too long……but if it dries, licking the floor clean will take forever. And even though it’s not her fault, she will be punished for it tomorrow.

Abby closes her tear soaked eyes and tries to relax as much as possible to rest, she will need it for tomorrow no doubt, if only those hateful people would turn the bright light off in her room it would make it easier for her to sleep.

At least they can’t hurt her in her dreams.