THE SIGNING CEREMONY - THE AUCTION
Standing there facing the closed elevator doors I could see my reflection, my
nipples were fully aroused, both from the cold and sexual tension, my skin
glowed from the oil, my face looked somewhat austere given how my hair was
pulled back but the subdued makeup did make me look attractive. My asshole,
pussy and clit were tingling from all the attention they'd been given over the
past couple of hours. By tightening my butt I could feel the KY ooze out a bit
from my sphincter causing me to wonder just who or what would be using that hole
before the night was done.
The elevator doors opened startling me out of my thoughts, Master Carl stepped
out, dressed in his dark suit, white shirt and dark tie. He looked me over
appraisingly as Slave Mistress Joyce stepped up to him, head bowed, holding the
prod behind her, she greeted him formally. "Master Carl this slave is pleased
to be in your presence again Sir".
"How has it been tonight", looking over at me to emphasize who the "it" was he
was referring to.
"You have chosen well Sir, it has tight holes and follows instructions well.
Your training is as usual Sir, the notes provided as to the training and
expectations of this slave were accurate. Slave Mistress had no difficulty with
it Sir".
Approaching me I lowered my eyes so not to look directly at him yet tried to be
aware of his movements. I could feel his eyes moving across my body as he
walked around me, I was acutely aware of how my breasts moved with every breath
so I tried to keep my breathing even and controlled. I felt his finger trace
across my shoulders, down my spine, then down the crack of my ass. Breathing
deeply I tried to relax and not flinch at his touch, the touch I'd wanted and
waited for these many months.
His fingers moved across my spread thighs then lightly across my cunt lips,
parting them slightly so just the finger tip penetrated them, I waited for him
to push inside of me. Instead he continued to move his finger across my
stomach, up my sides then across both breasts. I could feel his breath against
my neck as he flicked his finger against each hard nipple.
"You're a beautiful specimen bitch, you'll be a prime property for the Society"
he whispered as his fingers encircled my nipples, compressing them not to
gently between his fingers. "Yes wonderful tits, so nice and white along with
the cunt area and ass, don't you agree Slave Mistress".
"Yes Master Carl, the light tan on the legs, shoulders and arms does show off
the white skin wonderfully, it will show the marks of anything used on it, yet
even the tanned area will show off any abuse well".
God, abuse, marks, my throat and mouth went dry as I again was brought back to
the reason I was on display. Master Carl had instructed me carefully early on
in our relationship, I was allowed only a tank type bathing suit. As I spent
considerable time outside golfing he allowed my legs, shoulders and arms to
become tan, but the tank suit covered my torso so the area of my tits to the
bottom of my ass cheeks was unmarked by the sun. This was one of the harder
requirements Master Carl had ordered, it one of the first real demands that had
caused me to reconsider being trained by him. As I stood there naked before him
I realized just how far I'd come.
I'd always enjoyed having a wonderful tan everywhere on my body except my tits
and pubic area. The fact was I only owned one tank bathing suit, which I used
to swim in when exercising, the rest were bikini's . We had discussed this
early on but of course I'd acquiesced to his demand, the alternative was to
discontinue being his slave. Now my body was white except for my legs, upper
chest, shoulders and arms. I pictured my back and ass in my mind, the soft
whiteness of the flesh and Slave Mistress's remarks regarding it being marked,
which for the first time really scared me.
The sound of the elevator doors opening drew my attention back to reality again,
and a sharp look from both of them, quickly my gaze returned to a spot below eye
level on the facing wall. The sound of people getting off, greeting each other,
foot steps on the tile floor approaching me. Their comments brought both a
feeling of pride and dread.
"It's very pretty Carl, but then how's it fuck".
"Her tits will look most beautiful tightly bound with wire Carl".
"From what I've read this whore hasn't had much fucking in it's cunt, can't wait
to try it out".
That voice sounded familiar, my heart raced trying to place it but with all the
other distractions, more people coming in, foot steps walking about I couldn't
place it. Remembering that at least one person was from "my other life" made me
tremble. I actually was grateful for all the time Master Carl had me standing
in this position, I was use to being kept like this for several hours so it
wasn't difficult to hold my position properly. The strain on my shoulders,
inside of my thighs and ankles wasn't to bothersome, in addition it gave me
something to concentrate on instead of what sounded like a hundred people
getting off the elevator.
"I've just got to get a closer look at this creature, I've always wanted to get
my hands on her" a female voice professed in a clipped British accent, this
voice also had a ring of familiarity to it that I just couldn't place.
"Take a closer look Caroline, you can always bid for the first chance" Master
Carl announced.
I tried to get a sideways glance at her as she approached, her heels clicking on
the tile floor. I held my breath, steeling myself for her arrival so I wouldn't
flinch when this person that obviously knew me came into view. She approached
me from behind, her face somewhat blurred in the reflection off the elevator
door but the man with her, I recognized him even with the blur. He was a
partner at MY Firm, I'd worked for him several times along with seeing him
almost everyday in the office hallways. It was his voice that wanted my pussy,
my eyes closed tight as my first test approached.
"My sweet dear thing, I'm going to enjoy trying out a nice buggy whip on those
lushes tits and ass" the British voice assured me lovingly in my ear. I knew
this was his wife who I'd met at several Firm functions over the years. I could
feel my body go rigid as the both looked me over.
"Your going to bid on her cunt aren't you dear" she asked him seductively as her
nails traced over my shaven mound.
"Of course, I've wanted to stick my cock in her since I first saw her".
"Then to be fair my love you want to stick your cock into every hole you see,
you must let me bid on some things for ME to enjoy".
"Yes Caroline you can purchase anything you wish" he replied with a chuckle as
they both came around in front of me to inspect the new play thing. He raised
my face up so I could look at them directly, they were both smiling like two
cats with a corned mouse. I tried to smile back but I was to tense to make a
good show of it. "Your going to be used tonight bitch, used by both of us along
with the other members. It will be a well attended function, but don't worry
if you need extra time off next week, I'll see you have no trouble getting it".
As they started to walk away he turned back to me "as a matter of fact your
going to need it". I felt fear for the first time, real gut wrenching fear and
wondered if I made a break for the elevator if they would stop me. I could try
to fight my way out but then I didn't have my purse, so my car wouldn't be much
use. Naked as the day I was born I would have a hard time getting home let
alone into my condo without getting arrested. Yet how bad could it be, I could
claim I was kidnaped, they would accept that. Even the humiliation of being
outside the building naked didn't seem as bad as those parting words.
Slave Mistress was next to my ear without me even noticing her, whispering to
me. "Don't even think of it cunt, you make a break for it and I'm free to do
with you as I wish. Remember the rule, you can't quit until your asked to sign,
until then your MINE. You can leave then if you wish to show them all that
Master Carl's ego got ahead of his judgement, but if you run now you'll be
punished".
I nodded my head a small bit to let her know I understood, then I saw the huge
bald man holding the elevator door open for more guests, he was 6'-6" and there
was NO WAY I could ever get by him, perhaps slave mistress wasn't as
cold-hearted as her remarks sounded. She was just letting me know that I could
leave here basically unscathed if I just waited.
"Alright everyone it's time to begin" Master Carl announced. It was time, I had
perhaps 3 or 4 minutes to make up my mind.
Again Slave Mistress was whispering to me, "Let's go remember the lessons on how
to act. Even if you refuse to sign at least have the good manners to behave
properly up to that point" she told me softly patting my butt.
I came to position one, arms along my sides and legs together, then stepped
forward turning to face the entrance to the office foyer, centering myself with
the lines in the floor I gracefully lowered myself to my knees, then forward so
my palms were on the ground. I now felt sweaty even though the tile floor was
cold, slave mistress took up my braid by the ring in the end, we moved forward.
My eyes were on the ground, the tile turned to carpet then a light tug on my
braid brought me to a stop. I sat up and assumed the standard kneeling
position, keeping my eyes up enough to be able to see Master Carl's chest but no
further. I arched my back and pulled my shoulders back so my tits were thrust
up and out then let my palms rest lightly on my splayed thighs, I felt a sense
of pride at how I'd assumed my position in front of him.
"Are you ready" he announced.
I lowered myself at the waist allowing my arms to move forward until my face and
outstretched arms were touching the carpet along with my nipples, palms facing
upward as I'd seen on the demonstration CD. Swallowing hard I answered "Master
Carl this slave is prepared and ready Sir".
"Raise up and take the paper, read it then affirm or not".
I rose up so my thighs were straight, arms out with my palms held up to him so
the paper could be laid in them. I felt it resting there, my eyes were closed,
my breathing deeply filling my chest allowing my breasts to push out proudly.
This wasn't done intentionally, but I'm sure everyone appreciated it by the
audible gasps.
I opened the single sheet of fine linen paper, I knew what it said by heart but
was required to read it verbatim. "I Patricia Schaffier do hear by give my
person to the Society of Rome, to become their sole property and possession. I
understand that upon signing this document of transfer I forfeit all rights to
the use of my person without the express permission of the Society. I fully
understand that I will be a slave, that the use of me will not be limited with
the exception of permanent marks or modifications. I am aware that I will be
for the sexual pleasure, what ever that may entail, of any member of the Society
or whom they designate. I sign this with full knowledge and consent". My name
was typed just below the signature line, my heart was pounding and it felt like
my head was going to burst from the blood throbbing at my temples.
A gold pen was dropped onto the carpet, it was now or never. I sat back down on
my hunches, leaned forward to place the paper on the floor, taking the pen my
hand, it was shacking so much I wasn't sure I could even sign my name with it.
"Signing that is the last time the name Patricia Schaffier will be used by you
during Society functions, the fact is Patricia Schaffier will cease to exist
Miss, do not sign if you do not wish to" Master Carl told me in a soft voice.
I looked up at him, he was standing there, smiling at me with his soft eyes. I
knew I could go, but I couldn't, not with that look of trust on his face. I
signed the paper, folding it I again rose up with it and the pen in my open
palms to my REAL Master.
"It is done, this slave has become property of the Society of Rome until such
time as she renounces it, which we all know cannot be until she is released from
this ceremony. I refer to this slave as bitch, you may call the property what
you will, her registration number is 002985, do not forget that bitch".
Into my open palms Master Carl placed a 2" wide green leather collar, attached
to it were the usual silver D rings but it also had a shiny brass plate engraved
"Property of the Society of Rome", beneath that was "Number 002985" and today's
date. I placed it around my neck feeling the soft lining on my skin and held it
in place as I'd been instructed. Master Carl moved behind me and buckled the
collar snugly about my neck and I finally breathed a sigh of relief that the
decision was made.
"Wrists" Master Carl called out. With that command I raised my arms hands palms
up so wrist cuffs could be attached, they too were lined with a soft material.
Master Carl ordered ankles and this slave laid back onto the soft carpet, my
legs pushed straight out then I raised them from my hips to a 45 degree angle
using my stomach and thigh muscles to hold them still as leather cuffs were
attached around each of them, the feeling of them encircling my limbs felt sexy
and menacing at the same time. Ordered to follow Master Carl I crawled next to
him down the hall, my braid again used as leash, with the metal D rings jingling
as I moved forward.
I was led to the large conference room but saw the large table had been removed
and the chairs set around the edges of the room. I could make out the legs of
the assembled crowd along with bare legs and feet of at least six persons that I
assumed were additional slaves. I couldn't tell how many people were actually
there but it appeared to be at least 30 persons standing about.
I didn't dare look up but did see several new items of furnishings had been
added. One looked like part of a gym machine with chrome arms attached to a
wide base, the arms themselves were hinged at the base and mid point with eye
bolts attached on the ends to allow something to be attached. There was a
padded bench that appeared to be 5X2 with adjustable height legs and rings for
attaching restraints located around it's sides and legs. I could see what
looked to be a clothing rack with whips, paddles and canes hanging from it and I
shuddered inside.
Ordered onto the bench in position 3 then instructed to lean back so my
shoulders were resting on the bench with my arms outstretched palms up and knees
kept wide apart, which I was told was position 7. This caused my pelvis to be
pushed up and my open wet pussy to be fully exposed for all to see as my heels
were now tightly tucked under my butt. Now I could make out more of the people
milling about, looking over their new property. Closing my eyes I tried to
control my breathing as my stretched out position flattened my chest and stomach
making breathing difficult. I felt extremely sexy at that moment along with
feeling VERY vulnerable.
Again Master Carl called my attention back from my personal thoughts. "This
property will be marked before the festivities begin, Master Donald please mark
this slave". I felt something cold wiping off the area above my exposed vagina,
then a sharp scratching across the taunt skin. I was admonished to remain still
through out the procedure. It took about half an hour to complete with Master
Donald rubbing his hand across my clit at every chance making it peak out from
under it's protective hood. I remained looking up at the ceiling as people came
by and watched, no one touched me but I was warned to keep my eyes open, I felt
the heat of my deep flush warm my body.
I felt Master Donald's presence move away from me, a mirror was placed so I
could look up at what had been done. Written in stylish old English scrip was
the word "bitch" across my pussy mound. "The ink will fade within 60 to 90 days
slave, then possible something else will replace it, perhaps not" Master Carl
informed me. Well at least I wouldn't have to worry about forgetting to mark
myself again, the lettering was small enough that a full bikini bottom would
cover it.
Master Carl addressed the audience "Now let us begin with the planned
activities, Slave Mistress Joyce please start".
Slave Mistress Joyce brought me to position 6 (hands and knees) across the
narrow part of the bench, with my knees spread wide, hands outside my knees to
brace myself. An 8" flesh colored dildo was placed on a pole below my face. As
I listened to slave mistress address the assembled members I couldn't conceal my
trembling.
"Now members of the Society from your activity cards you can see Master Carl has
planned a full night for your enjoyment. First thing all of you have been given
either blue or red tickets for the drawing, but before that the charity auction
will begin. Remember the proceeds help the Society defray costs so participate
fully. First item to be sold will be the new slave's suck hole".
"As you can see from the bio provided this slave was used as a prostitute so
she's actually a professional at this. Show the member's how good you are at
sucking cock cunt". My face burned red from my shame as she told everyone about
my prior activities in detail with the warm flush moving over my body until I
felt it down to my toes. I could hear the ohhhs and ahhhhs along with muted
comments from the people.
A sharp slap on my bare ass reminded me of where I was. "Get to sucking mouth
whore so the buyers can see what your worth". Raising her voice to the members,
"bidding starts at $500 as that is what she was paid before, please who wishes
to bid first". Leaning forward careful to keep my balance I started to lick the
end of the false cock as Slave Mistress kept up her discourse on my attributes.
She offered the members a chance to move closer and feel their new property.
Fingers moved across my exposed pussy, my puckered anus, my legs, sides, hanging
breasts and nipples were stroked and prodded by anyone caring to touch the new
property. She bent down to whisper to me to put on a better show, so I started
licking the fat cock, then taking it all the way into my mouth. My saliva
started drooling over the cock and when I took it all the way down my throat
Slave Mistress had me repeat it so all could see just how much the "mouth whore"
could take.
I heard the bidding start at $500, then $550, a quick tweak on my hard nipple by
Slave Mistress reminded me to pay attention to my sucking, not to the hands
touching me or the fingers being pushed into my wet cunt or well lubricated ass.
The wet fingers were wiped across my cheeks. I saw tears drop to the floor from
my eyes as I was sold to the highest bidder. I don't remember the high bid but
it brought loud clapping from the assembled people.
I was ordered from the table to the floor so I was kneeling in front of the high
bidder. He was around 60 years old, a bit paunchy with thick black hair
covering his stomach, groin and legs. He was sitting in a chair designed to
allow maximum access to his lower body. There was not actually a seat, but
padded supports for his thighs so his cock, groin and huge white ass were
accessible.
My arms were pulled back behind me, the cuffs attached together then attached
with a short chain to the back of my collar. This caused my chest to be pushed
out, shoulders to be pulled back and was terribly uncomfortable. His semi hard
cock was right in front of my face as I listened to the "rules" for the first
entertainment of the night.
"Since this property is an experienced slut it won't be allowed to use its
hands, just its mouth and tongue. Now the first 10 minutes is a grace period,
so if this worthless slut can get the member off within that time period then
there is no penalty. After that, for every minute it takes to bring this member
to his orgasm one stroke is earned by the slave. After 30 minutes if this slave
hasn't completed the task then the entire penalty is 60 strokes. Ready, begin",
Slave Mistress announced as she started the timer and placed it near my leg so I
could hear the seconds tick by.
I started by kissing the end of his cock, then licking around it, down the
underside, kissing his hairy balls, sucking them softly then licking up and
around the top. Taking his still semi hard cock into my mouth I sucked it
gently, using my tongue to wipe around the end while I held it in my mouth.
Given that my arms were being held behind my back it was not only awkward to
move my head around but put quite a strain on my back and shoulders.
I knew how to suck a cock as good as anyone, or at least I had always thought I
did. But without hands it was difficult to do a good job of stimulating him.
Usually you can use your hands to caress the shaft and balls but without their
use combined with my arms being held up behind my back it was difficult to get a
good rhythm going. All the while the ticking from the timer seemed to keep me
from concentrating on what I was trying to do.
I could hear feet shuffling behind me, murmured comments, and this man was not
even trying to help. He simply sat back in the chair watching me. My slurping
become more audible as I took his thin smallish 6" cock deeply into my mouth and
starting my soft purring deep in my throat. That at least got the desired
reaction, his cock become hard and as I pulled back licking the head I could
taste his slick pre-cum leaking from his cock head.
I used the tip of my tongue to play with the tiny hole leaking the sticky fluid,
gently flicking my tongue across the head, then every so lightly using my teeth
from the base of his cock over the slick end. Taking it deep into my mouth
sucking so tenderly then pulling back again. I knew I could get this guy off
without much trouble if I had my hands but by now my shoulders were really
starting to cramp up along with my stomach and back muscles. My knees were
beginning to burn from sliding around on the carpet so I could move around, all
the while the ticking seemed to become louder.
His hips started their involuntary humping as I continued to pleasure him with
ever trick I'd learned. Pushing the head against the inside of my mouth,
licking along the shaft and even managing to get each of his testicles into my
mouth to suck on them. He was almost there, I knew it, I could sense him
getting ready to cum when the timer went off.
The buzzer sounded, it was so loud that I could feel it's vibrations, then my
head was yanked back by my braid so hard I thought my neck would snap. I fell
back fully but was held up by my braid, my entire weight held up by my hair yet
my feet were tucked against my ass with my knees spread apart showing my open
cunt. I screamed out from the sudden hot pain radiating from my scalp. Slave
Mistress Joyce pulled me back until my legs were pulled out from under me, then
let go so I was dumped onto my back.
I was panting, trying to catch my breath as the tears ran freely from my eyes.
I tried to keep my nose from running but that was also a lost cause. I was
laying on my side looking up at the circle of leering faces of the members.
"Get up on your knees you fucking worthless lying whore" Slave Mistress barked.
She touched her prod against my left nipple, my tit bounced from the shock, my
chest and shoulder muscles become rigid, I mouthed a silent scream then rolled
over the other way to get away from her. This time the prod found the sole of
my foot, my whole leg cramped, it felt like the mother of all charley horses. I
groaned out not being able to make much noise as I was having trouble getting
enough air to breath.
"Position 3 suck face........UP I SAID" this time the prod must have been put on
a milder setting as she triggered it on my ass. It made me jump but at least I
was able to get up onto my knees. I was now sweaty and oily so the fine carpet
fibers were clinging to my body making my skin itch. My shoulders, neck and jaw
ached from sucking for a full 30 minutes. My braid was pulled so my head was
tilted back. "Drink this bitch" a bottle of cold water was poured into my
mouth, I wanted the water desperately but the position of my neck made me gag so
I coughed quite a bit of it up leaving cold trails of water running down my tits
to my crotch. Finally my hair was released enough so I could position my head
allowing me to swallow more water.
I knelt there still coughing but a sharp rap on the top of my head with Slave
Mistress's prod provided enough incentive to control myself. Now I was simply
kneeling before everyone trying to move my jaw enough to relieve the muscle
cramps.
"Well perhaps this slave wasn't as talented as advertised, but I'm sure the
member's will provide additional volunteers tonight to see if it can live up to
it's potential".
"Members and assembled guests the next item to be auctioned off will be the
slave's tongue, which if this worthless cunt hasn't lied, should be quite
talented in providing pleasure to the winning bidder. Now this service can be
purchased for a member or possible your slave's enjoyment, which ever you
prefer. Of course the contest rules can be altered if you wish. This slave has
serviced females since it was a teenager, given the details of the properties
bio it should be an excellent pussy licking choice. The bidding starts at $500,
now who wishes to purchase this talented slave first".
When finished with initial opening statement Slave Mistress reached down to
grasp my nose and jerk my head back with instructions to open wide and stick my
tongue out for the member's to see. I felt like a total fool, my mouth open
wide waving my tongue about. With a further admonition to me that a suitable
device would be provided to help me extend my tongue properly I pushed it out
until it was pulling uncomfortably at the lower side of my tongue, waggling it
about so the bidders could see what they were purchasing.
The bidding wasn't as brisk as for the blow job but Caroline and Mistress Laura
(Mrs. O'Neil from the interview) drove the price to $850, with Caroline finally
getting the present her husband promised.
Caroline was wearing silky expensive sheath so she simply slipped out of it
reveling a well toned body with smallish breasts. She had obviously planned for
this evening for under her dress she was naked, so she simply handed the dress
to a waiting slave, then sat down in the chair previously held by the high
bidder of my mouth. As I knelt there waiting for my next order I noticed that
the chair was cleverly constructed as it had not only height adjustment but one
to allow the supports for the thighs to be moved so it was a one size fits all.
She discussed something with Slave Mistress Joyce, who nodded her head in
agreement.
I was positioned between Caroline's open thighs, her chair adjusted so it was a
good height for me, which they hadn't done for the male member, if they had I
would have been better able to satisfy him I'm sure. Her pussy and pubic area
was well shaved except for a patch just above her slit which showed she was
indeed a natural red head. From my position I could see that she had puffy
outer lips and thick inner ones that pushed out from between them. The edges of
her inner lips were very dark which was always a turn off for me. It wasn't a
particulary appealing looking cunt but I could see the wetness on the lips and
"knew" I could get her off in a lot less then 30 minutes.
My head was pushed forward by Slave Mistress until my nose was just touching the
pubic hair, with my first breath I had to stifle a gag, with all her looks and
money it didn't smell like Caroline knew much about personal hygiene. I tried
breathing through my mouth so I didn't have to smell her but I dreaded what she
must taste like.
"Now the high bidder has set the following rules for this segment of your
entertainment. The slave will provide oral stimulation for 30 minutes but as a
test of skill it must be done in such a manner as to not provide an orgasm, but
simply a prolonged sexual arousal. This slave will not be allowed to remove her
tongue or lips from the member's vagina for more then a count of 2, which will
be monitored by myself. Any infraction of this will result in 5 strokes being
added to the total already accumulated. If the slave is successful then no
additional strokes will be added, but" Slave Mistress stopped her address for a
few moments as I inhaled the "aroma" of Caroline waiting for the other shoe to
drop.
"If Madame Caroline does orgasm, the slave will receive 25 strokes, as it will
with each succeeding one following that".
I closed my eyes knowing full well that given the stink of her cunt Madame
Caroline didn't get much oral satisfaction at home. I'd learned on the CD Slave
Mistress played for me before we started that not everyone was considered a
Master or Mistress. It stated that many times the wife and sometimes a husband
was not a trained dom, so they were addressed as Mister or Madame instead of
Master or Mistress. They could order property about but weren't allowed to
inflict punishment beyond a open hand spanking without a trained dom present to
ensure no damage was done to Society property. The timer was set, the contest
was about to begin between slave and Madame Caroline. It had probably been
sometime since she'd been licked by anyone, at least voluntarily, I hoped that
at least she tasted better then she smelled but in my heart I knew that it was
very unlikely. The order to begin was given, she reclined back in the chair
raising her pussy upwards and I hesitatingly started licking around the outside
of her lips.
I worked slowly around the outside, then ran my tongue upwards over the slit
while putting my tongue partially between them. I worked slowly, first inside
her lips, then along the outside of them, along the creases of her inner thighs.
I kissed her thighs lovingly until I heard Slave Mistress call out "time"
causing me to look up at her questioningly.
She looked at me smiling again she called out "time", then again she called time
until I realized her tapping finger on the prod simply meant that I was not
keeping my tongue busy. My mistake had been to linger to long on Caroline's
thighs. As she called out "time" again for at least the sixth time I buried my
face into her crotch pushing my nose, then my tongue deep inside her slimy hole
getting a full taste of her for the first time.
I would suppose any pussy that was sticky from arousal could be called "slimy",
but the word really applied because her taste matched her smell. Sometimes Miss
Bess's friends weren't exactly tasty but this women had a pussy that really did
smell like day old fish. I gagged as the taste and smell simply overwhelmed me,
which earned me two additional "time" penalties. In addition to that I heard at
least two women make comments as to Caroline's health habits.
"This cunts not even trying" Caroline cried out which prompted a light shock to
my right ass cheek and a whispered warning from Slave Mistress that if I didn't
get started I'd feel it pushed up my ass on the number 6 setting.
Now I started in earnest to try to pleasure Madame Caroline, after all I was a
slave and had been purchased for her pleasure, besides she was the wife of a
fairly senior partner so making her happy might be a good career move, which
made me smile given the circumstances.
Her pussy opened up under my tongue allowing large amounts of her sticky
lubricants to cover my face. I kept licking gently, trying to avoid her clit
not knowing just how sensitive she was. I maintained a steady licking, kissing,
sucking, routine trying to gage her reaction by her hip movements and breathing
until I nudged her aroused clit with my nose. She bucked forward, grabbed my
head forcing my entire nose and mouth into her trembling pussy as the loudest
orgasm I'd ever heard erupted from her. I swallowed her vile discharge while
trying to breath and keep from having my nose broken.
Her hands were pulled away from my head while she pulled her thighs wider apart
crying out for more. I hadn't seen a women gush this much in my entire life, it
was actually leaking out of her onto my knees and carpet. I went back to
licking around her pussy, softly nibbling at her aroused lips hoping the avoid
further arousing her. The sharp rap on the top of my head let me know I'd
better do a better job then I was, I don't know just what Slave Mistress would
do if I displeased her but the additional 25 strokes seemed like a better
option.
I took her clit into my mouth sucking it like a small penis, if I couldn't avoid
punishment then at least I'd show them I could pleasure a women. Even if I
received punishment now the other female member's or male member's wives might
take some pity on me. It didn't take very much before she again erupted into
another orgasm, this one seemed stronger then the first as her legs snapped shut
trapping me between her thighs. Her humping hips moved her wide open pussy over
my face smearing me with her excretions and forcing the thick fluid up into my
nose.
She finally relaxed enough to allow me to breath, I sucked in air while trying
to clear my nose when I heard at least two more "time" warnings. I went back to
her sloppy pussy, the timer was ticking and I wished I knew how much longer I
had until the time limit was up. I finally pushed my nose deep into her and
blew out as much fluid as I could hoping she wouldn't mind. I think she was so
consumed with the after effects of her second orgasm she never noticed.
Knowing just how sensitive my clit was after an orgasm I flicked my tongue
across her's expecting her to pull away. She shuddered and quivered as a
smaller orgasm rolled over her. Kissing down each of her outer lips I lapped
upwards across her clit when she tensed up, her hips jumped out of the seat
hitting me in the jaw causing me to lose my balance momentarily, without my
hands to counter with I fell back until I was laying on my shoulders with my
feet under my butt. As I struggled to get up I heard laughter and applause
coming from around the room, I wasn't sure what was so funny but "time" was
called out several before I righted myself and again began servicing Madame
Caroline.
My tongue was causing me considerable pain from the continues licking, along
with my shoulders, back, neck and thighs which were becoming fatigued from my
position. Finally the timer went off, along with Madame Caroline, and I slumped
down on my hunches breathing heavily. The sticky fluid produced by Madame
Caroline's cunt covered my face with additional amounts dribbling down my neck
to coat my chest and tits. The inside of my mouth and nose was coated with her
smelly secretions so her taste and smell was still with me even though I'd
finally finished.
I was pulled by my braid, now my leash, away from the panting women, back to the
center of the room. "Up on your feet cunt breath" Slave Mistress ordered
pulling on my leash but also grabbing my arm to help me up. I felt unsteady on
my feet as I'd been on my knees so long but a quick tug on my braid had me
standing up straight, my face coated with goo.
"Assembled members the next item for auction is the properties cunt. No virgin
to be sure but not as much use as one would think. This slave hasn't been
fucked by more then 4 or 5 men in her life, a virgin until it's 20's though it
seems this property has been fucked many times by dildos". With that
announcement Slave Mistress had me spread my legs and bend over at the waist so
my cunt was on display for all to see. The position was uncomfortable and I
desperately wanted my face cleaned from the mess coating it since it was
beginning to dry on my skin.
"Feel free to touch if you wish, test how tight this properties fuck hole is,
bidding will start at $800".
I sensed more then saw people crowding around my rear, then a finger rubbed
across my slit causing me to tense up. Again the tug on my braid reminded me to
stay still and loose to allow them entry if they wished. The finger pushed into
my slit, which was still moist from my arousal earlier. Then two fingers
started stroking me, pushing my ass back I was starting to enjoy the feeling.
Suddenly two fingers were thrust inside me, male fingers from the size of them,
which caused me to groan softly. The twisted about inside me, then they fucked
me several times quite hard. For the next several minutes fingers of various
sizes from both male and female members were pushed inside, flexed about inside
my now wet cunt then pulled out for the next person. I felt debased beyond
words, this was worse then being fucked by someone. Again tears welled up in my
eyes as I kept them tightly shut hoping this would end soon. Along with the
fingers were comments which made my ears burn.
"Tight hole, juices up nicely".
"Damn only 5 men fucked her, almost a virgin" one laughing man said.
"She doesn't smell to bad, must be fresh catch" which caused a great deal of
amused laughter.
The bidding started, I wanted to know just how much my cunt was worth to these
people. As the bidding approached $1,200 dollars I still hadn't heard Master
Carl's voice. I was fairly sure he hadn't participated in fingering me since as
each person did they would comment and I hadn't heard his voice at all. The
bidding finally stopped at $1,500, and from the voice making it I knew it was
the partner from my Firm.
I was kept bent over, my back and legs protesting my position for some time
after the bidding as something was being discussed. I was pulled upright and
taken over to the same chair that had been used twice before. I was told to
bend forward until my shoulders were resting on the supports, head facing
outward. Then with the assistance of two other slaves rolled up so my weight
was on my shoulders, my back against the backrest of the chair and my legs
hanging forward.
Except for my hands being behind me it wasn't particularly uncomfortable except
for the blood rushing to my head. My ankles were grabbed so my legs could be
extended straight and out at 45' angles from my body. The room looked quite odd
from my upside down position, a thick leather belt was attached around my
stomach and pulled tight securing me to the chair. The leather ankle cuffs were
attached to ropes which were anchored to the base of the chair and tightened so
my feet were lower then my shoulders so now my body was stretched tight, my cunt
and asshole open for the entire world to see.
I was totally exposed to the entire room, the partner that purchased me knelt in
front of me, took his cock out and with a light slap on my open pussy ordered me
to start sucking him. He used my braid as a hand hold, pushing his cock into my
mouth. I'd never given a blow job upside down, his balls would bounce off my
nose each time he brought my head forward. I sucked him as best I could with
him controlling the movements but I could feel his cock growing harder. His
cock was only 7" or so but was fairly thick.
Without another word he stood up, looking down at me grinning he said "I've
wanted to fuck your twat for some time cunt, now I'm going to". He pulled open
my cunt by the outer lips causing me to groan out audibly, which only urged him
to pull them further apart. The muscles in the backs of my legs were already
protesting my position along with my back when I heard him spit directly into my
gaping hole. I felt it hit the delicate pink tissue of my spread open hole,
then he called his wife over, I looked up at her face, she smiled slightly then
spit into my open crotch. I had never felt so defiled in my life, then I felt
both their fingers massaging the spit into my open cunt, making sure they also
spread it around my thighs to further my humiliation.
"This slut doesn't really get wet enough on it's own does it" she remarked as
she smacked my wide open pussy with her hand.
My lips were released then his cock slammed down into me pushing me down hard
onto my shoulders. He continued to fuck me hard, pushing down on my legs
causing more pain from my already extended muscles. I had already guessed that
there was no "rules" to this encounter, just him publicly fucking me in a
conference room we both used several times a month.
With each hard thrust down I grunted like some pig, the wet sucking sounds of
his cock reaming me out being drown out by the calls from the other members.
"Fuck it hard, that's it".
"Faster come on is that all the energy you have".
"That's right fuck that cunt, but leave some for us".
Even with the remarks, the uncomfortable position, being upside down looking at
the world which was very distracting in itself I felt my arousal starting to
build. I tried to push up to meet his thrusts, as he bottomed out in me I
clenched my cunt muscles to milk him as he pulled back. Again he was deep
inside me, again I clenched down, he humped me with short strokes, then long
ones. I could see my own juices starting to leak out of my cunt and drip down
onto the underside of my tits.
I was panting even though he was doing all the work, my body was starting to
sweat, my eyes closed and I moaned out for him to fuck me. I was starting to
get lost in the feeling of his cock hammering into me when my world exploded, a
scream ripped from my throat and I bucked up trying to pull away from the red
hot heat that had seared the sole of my right foot.
He didn't stop fucking me, his only reaction was to call out "shit she really
grabbed me that time". My left foot now felt like someone had run a flame
across the insole of it, a loud "Noooooooooooooo" burst forth from my throat, my
legs straining at the restraints.
The pain was repeated twice more across each foot, now I simply clenched my
teeth to contain my anguish. I opened my eyes but all I could see was feet and
his body pounding down into my cunt. It still felt good, his cock slamming into
me, then the grinding of his hips before he withdrew, only to slam into me
again. I recognized his coming orgasm by his short hard thrusts and tried to
hold his cock inside me with my cunt muscles, again my arousal was starting to
gain on my discomfort. Then with a final downward thrust he shot his hot cum
deep inside my cunt. His ejaculation felt enormous, maybe he didn't fuck often
or had stored the load up for me.
He stayed inside me, panting and resting against me, I tried to milk his cock
with my well toned cunt muscles but the reality was that I didn't cum. I'd been
so close, almost their when whoever it was robbed me of it with some instrument
applied to my feet.
He pulled out dripping cum onto my chin, lowered himself to my mouth then again
used my braid to get my mouth onto his now flaccid cock that was slick with cum
and cunt juice. I licked his cock clean, not really being able to swallow in my
present position so the mixture simply coated the inside of my mouth. It tasted
better then the aftertaste of his wife's cunt. I could feel his jizm leaking
out of my cunt and dripping down my stomach onto the underside of my breasts.
He stepped back, my view was clear as to who and what was done to me. Slave
Mistress Joyce and Madame Caroline were standing on either side of me, each
holding a stiff leather strap in their hands and wicked grins across their lips.
"You didn't think a slut like you was going to be allowed any pleasure did you"
Caroline's clipped British accented voice informed me
I was now finding it hard to breath in my present bent position. The cum from
Caroline had completely dried now leaving my skin feeling tight and drawn. The
belt and ankle cuff ropes were removed, the chair lowered down and I was rolled
off onto my knees by two slave's I hadn't seen before.
Both of them had black collars around their necks, their hair braided like mine
but they were not wearing the starched men's dress shirt. They bodies were
encircled with leather straps that tightly bound their tits so they were puffed
up and red in color. The straps were pulled up tightly between their legs so
they were buried between their pussy lips. They didn't look very comfortable
and as they moved away I could see them wince from the chaffing of the leather
on the tender skin of their pussies.
I knelt their feeling the blood drain from my head, the soles of my feet still
hurt from the strapping but it had subsided a great deal. Now it was more of a
dull burning with a throb then real pain. Again I was brought out of my
thoughts by the sharp tug on my braid by Slave Mistress. I was pulled toward
the center of the room again, by now my knees were getting quite sore from the
rug burns caused by the continued crawling. Another yank on my braid indicated
standing was required, I didn't manage to do it as gracefully as I would have
wanted, but putting weight on my feet caused them to throb terribly. I felt his
jizm leaking out of my cunt as I stood there with my legs spread apart.
"One last item for the auction, though this slave has had considerable use made
of her shit hole by uncountable cocks and dildos it's still quite tight. Though
never prostituted like her mouth this slave has considerable experience in
being ass fucked, so there should be no problem with it servicing any size
member fortunate enough to purchase it's first use tonight".
I let my eyes wonder around the room for the first time tonight. There were at
least forty people present that didn't have collars on, with at least 30 of them
men. I eyed Master Carl carefully without appearing to look directly at him.
He was standing there sipping a drink causally talking to a tall blonde women
dressed in a black evening gown. He didn't even seem to take notice of me, I
wanted him to bid, or at least pay attention.
I felt my eyes moisten as he made no move to bid, or even pay attention to me.
After all those nights preparing for him on line, doing as he requested,
practicing my positions for hours on end now that he could actually have me in
the flesh he paid no heed to me. I felt a warm tear slowly make its way down my
cheek.
My head was pulled down until I was bent double and the two slaves that helped
me out of the chair pulled my ass cheeks apart with considerable force. The
skin felt like it would tear as Slave Mistress kicked my legs apart then pushed
two fingers deep inside my well cleaned and lubricated ass chute, pulling them
out she explained to those present. "This property has been cleaned throughly
as you can see, it's been greased and ready for use by the highest bidder, now
bidding will begin at $800, who will be the first to sample your new
possession".
A bid of $800 was quickly offered as Slave Mistress had one of the slaves insert
two fingers inside me so the bidders could be entertained during the auction.
Again I felt positively degraded to be used this way while they bid on the
privilege to fuck my ass. I felt the tears start to build again and I couldn't
stop myself from crying openly, sobbing for the first time. I had been told in
general terms what to expect, they hadn't lied to me but the reality of being an
object for their use finally started to overwhelm me. I felt the hands pulling
my cheeks wide apart, I now had three fingers invading what was surly a much
more private area then even my vagina when I heard a voice that sounded slightly
British call out "$5,000 for the jew bitches ass".
I stood up at that comment, causing the fingers inside my ass to be pulled out,
whirled around to face the bastard that had insulted me. The slaves holding me
open had jumped back, even Slave Mistress Joyce was taken by surprise by my
sudden movement.
"Who the FUCK do you think YOU are" I screamed out.
The room went deathly quite, me standing there totally naked, arms still bound
behind me, my face covered with drying cum I was facing the entire room with a
look of defiance and anger. I looked around at the people, not averting my eyes
as a slave but looking directly at them trying to identify who'd called me that.
It wasn't hard to figure out that it was the tall broad shouldered "gentleman"
with dark brown skin dressed in an immaculately tailored dark suit.
He smiled at me stating politely "I said $5,000 for the kike whore bent before
us".
I was standing alone, the slaves and Slave Mistress had distanced themselves
from me. He calmly walked up to me, looked me over as if I was some interesting
object he found in a store then spit directly into my face. I was to stunned to
even move as the thick saliva started to run down my face. Then with a
suddenness that belied his size he punched me full in the stomach sending me to
my knees trying to catch my breath.
"Prince you have the high bid, anyone else wish to raise" Slave Mistress calmly
said. There wasn't another bid made.
I was curled up at his feet, dry retching from the blow yet I was still furious,
she called him Prince but the continued racial slurs still had me enraged
despite my current position. No one said anything as I finally caught my
breath. His highly polished black shoes were positioned in front of my eyes.
Knowing it was wrong I looked up at him with a very un-slave look in my eyes
even though my tears blurred my vision. He was tall, at least 6'-5", and looked
even larger up close. His face held a smirk, but what finally made me look away
was the look in his eyes, they were hard eyes, dark brown that had no look of
warmth or sympathy in them.
His voice was deep as he spoke calmly to no one in particular. "This she bitch
has the nerve to speak like that, to look at those that own her. This worthless
jew with no more use then a toilet is not trained enough to even know the basics
of how to treat members of the Society. Who brought such a worthless collection
of holes here".
The room was still deathly silent, no one had spoken, he gazed down at me as I
looked up at him not letting what his gaze conveyed dissuade me from my own
stupidity and pride. His smile that graced is face was anything but friendly,
his large hand quickly grabbed my braid pulling me up so my entire weight was
being held by my hair.
I clenched my teeth hoping to stifle scream in my throat, hoping he'd tire of
holding me up before the pain made me cry out. Using both hands he shook me
like a rag, pulling me up higher then dropping me so he could wrench me up
again. My tits bounced about pulling at the muscles in my chest then he roughly
threw me aside. My body hit the carpeted floor hard, my shoulder taking most of
the shock but it knocked the air from my lungs. I lay on the floor looking up
at him, then to Slave Mistress waiting for someone to say something.
"Prince this is a new slave who's training hasn't been completed yet. Of course
if you wish to withdraw your bid it is perfectly acceptable" Slave Mistress
informed him with her head bowed.
"No the bid has been made and unlike this meaningless piece of shit's kind our
word is good. I do demand satisfaction for the way this slave treated it's
betters".
Now I looked back to where Master Carl had been standing, he was still there.
His conversation had ended as he looked down at me laying on the floor. His
face didn't betray any emotion he simply sipped his drink and looked on at the
unfolding scene with the same silence as the rest of the member's.
"It will be as you wish Prince, please discuss the issue with the Board Member's
present. Position 3 slave" she spat at me as they walked toward where Master
Carl was standing.
No one helped me up, I rolled over to my stomach then finally got up on my knees
in the required position. The only good thing was some of the spit on my face
was rubbed off by the carpet. Using my braid Slave Mistress took me to the
furthest corner in the room, kicking my knees apart until the inside tendons
were stretched fully, she pushed me forward until my forehead was resting on the
carpet. She released my wrists, for which I was grateful, then ordered me to
interlock my fingers behind my neck, elbows out and level from my shoulders.
"You will keep still in this position until a decision is made, to make sure
you'll receive a helpful reminder to keep your arms up" she promised me.
I knelt there while the other member's again started talking and milling about.
Suddenly Slave Mistress was again kneeling beside me, she placed two small oil
lamps under each arm just below my biceps, then she lit them and adjusted the
flame. The sudden heat burned my skin and I jerked my arms higher to escape it.
"That's right cunt, keep them in the proper position and the flame won't burn
you", with that said she adjusted the flame so I could barely feel the heat as
long as my arms were held properly, she walked away leaving me there to
contemplate what would come next.
As I knelt uncomfortably forward, my back and shoulders protesting the strained
position the members didn't pay any further attention to me, they simply talked,
sipped their drinks and ate the food that had been provided. My scalp hurt
horribly from all the twisting and pulling it had endured so far and my knees
felt raw from all the crawling on the carpet. If my arms dipped the heat
generated by the flame burned my skin so I held them up trying to disregard the
burning in my shoulder muscles.
After what seemed an eternity Slave Mistress returned to my side, blew out the
lamps and told me all had been decided, so it was time to begin again. Again I
was required to crawl beside her until I was in the center of the room, then
ordered to the standard kneeling position with arms still painfully held up. A
sharp kick in the center of my back had me arch my back more so my breasts were
thrust forward and up.
I was able to see a women had joined the Prince in front of me, I glanced up
carefully to see her. The first thing I noticed was the black collar around her
neck, so she was a slave also, she was wearing a beautiful green silk wrap with
gold trimming that came to just above her knees, black low heeled slippers, her
long black hair was braided and it reached all the way to her waist. Her skin
was a light brown and she had a beautiful oval face, her features were almost
oriental with a slim build but she was at least 5'-5" tall.
"The Prince will of course be allowed the use of this slave's ass to fuck as he
pleases, but since this slave's actions have displeased this member and violated
Society rules he will of course be allowed to punish this slave in addition to
using his purchase" Slave Mistress announced.
I knew going into this that I'd be whipped, that no safe words were allowed in
the Society. They had rules as to what could be done to a slave, but just how
far they'd go to punish me I didn't know. Trying to get a feeling for what
might happen I tried to look at Sandra or Mimi who were walking about serving
drinks and food. They were wearing the starched men's white dress shirts but
bare foot, their furtive glances and worried looks didn't make me feel any
better.
"Up off your ass slave" Slave Mistress snapped grabbing my braid and lifting me
up onto my feet.
The slave of the Prince stooped lower so her mouth was even with my left breast,
she cupped it lightly in her hands, then taking the entire nipple and areolas
into her mouth she sucked on it hard, then closed her teeth on it taking the end
of my tit between her teeth. It didn't hurt badly but my stomach was seething
with fear as to what was going to happen. She stood back from me pulling my tit
out and up but holding it in her mouth with her teeth and suction.
The Prince now moved forward, in his hand were two long black thin leather
thongs, similar to what we used to braid our hair with. Again the sadistic
smile graced his dark face, he doubled each of them over tying them off so a
small loop was formed on each strand. My eyes were riveted on what he was
doing, all the while his slave held my tit in her mouth tightly. He had me open
my mouth so I could hold each loop between my teeth then he braided each strand
separately tying a small knot in the center and at the ends so they wouldn't
unravel.
The crowd of member's had gathered closely around us to watch the scene unfold,
Master Carl was standing just on the outside of the crowd watching me intently.
My eyes went from him back to the Prince as he finished up his leather work.
Then he took one from my mouth and wrapped around the breast held by his slave.
He made sure it was right at the base of it, then he ran the free end through
the loop pulling it up so it wouldn't slip. His slave took my other tit in the
same fashion and the second leather was snugged up at the base of my tit. The
ends were run through the D rings of my collar then left loose.
Now he moved behind me, taking each wrist and pulling it around my back, he
attached something to each one then to the D ring on the back of my collar. I
was holding my breath waiting for the inevitable to happen. Then he pulled the
strap holding my wrists up suddenly, it felt as if my shoulders were being
pulled out of their sockets, my back was pulled into a severe arch pushing my
chest out. I grunted with this new found torment, he kept pulling up until I
was on the balls of my feet trying desperately to alleviate the pain. He
finally cinched up the harness holding my arms and returned to face me.
Tilting my chin up so I could look at his face he was able to get a better look
of the fear that I knew was betrayed in my eyes. Again taking the two leather
nooses surrounding my tits he tugged at them gently to make sure they were tight
around each of them. Then he reached out to his slave and something was placed
into his waiting hand.
Finally he spoke to me, holding up what he had been handed. "We found these in
your office, I suppose it was holding something important. Well it's going to
be holding something that YOU probably feel is important" he mockingly told me.
I was now petrified at what he was holding in his hand. It was a large black
binder clip, the size used to hold several hundred pieces of paper together. He
couldn't be thinking of putting that on my nipple, I stepped back only to find
Slave Mistress right behind me, her hands grasping my upper arms to hold me in
place. These weren't the same as the small nipples clamps I'd used in the past,
they were strong spring steel torture devices.
"Nooooooo...........god please don't let him....." I cried out, looking around
for someone to help me and keep him from putting those horrid clamps on me.
He whispered to me quietly "there is no god going to help you .....you filthy
jew bitch". He grabbed my left nipple, pulled my breast out and slowly let the
binder clamp shut. He didn't close it on the nipple, which is what I feared at
first because the powerful metal clip would surely have crushed it. He closed
it so the jaws bit down just behind my areolas securing at least a good inch of
tit flesh inside the clamp.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" I cried out as the clamp crushed my flesh
between it's powerful jaws. My head started thrashing about as I tried to pull
away from the tight grip on my arms. As I shook in the most unbelievable pain
the clip and my tit's bounced about. It was excruciating, the end of my poor
breast felt as if it had been dipped in molten steel, I couldn't focus my eyes
as the room became a gray blur.
I tried breathing deeply, to focus away from the pain but it wasn't possible.
As my vision cleared I saw his monovalent grin as he opened the second one,
placing it with great care on my other breasts, I looked down at it, he slowly
let it close until it was just hurting, then kissing me softly on my nose let go
of the handles. Again the white hot pain shot through my entire breast, I
jerked about but there were at least two other people holding my arms now. My
legs kicked out tying to escape the searing pain engulfing me.
I was being held up by my arms, but the pain in my shoulders was nothing
compared to what each breast felt like at that moment. I would have been more
grateful if he'd simply cut them off so I'd know the worst was over. I lost
control of my bladder and peed all over the carpet, the force of it caused it to
wet the carpet several feet away. The Prince must have expected this as he had
moved away from in front of me. As the stream lost it's energy the remainder of
it simply flowed down my thighs wetting my feet with the warm pee.
I was beginning to regain some sense of reality, the sharpness of the pain had
subsided some but the intense pain on the end of each breast was still enough to
make breathing difficult, along with any intelligible thoughts. My mind was
entirely focused on the ends of my breasts. I was held up until I could regain
my footing. I looked down at the two large black clips hanging off my tits not
wanting to even know what the leather nooses around the base of each of them was
going to be used for.
He reached up and took each thong in his strong hands, then nodding slightly my
feet were pulled out from under me sending me down. The two leather snares that
had moments before only been an annoyance were now cutting deeply into my skin,
trapping the blood inside my tits, pulling them into two tight balls of agony.
My entire weight was held up by my tits for what seemed an forever, then my
knees hit the floor heavily as he mercifully couldn't hold my weight up with
just his hands. The pressure from the now trapped blood inside my tits pushed
against the tightly closed ends of the brutal clips on the end of each tit which
increased the pain at least 10 fold.
I was on my knees, unable to scream out as my head hung down to my chest and I
drooled all over myself. The ends of my new bra were secured so they wouldn't
become loose. I looked down at what were once my beautiful breasts, they were
now just two ugly red balloons capped off with the two beastly clamps. It was
difficult to know which hurt worse, but seeing how the leather had bitten deep
into my flesh I started to cry, moaning out not caring who heard me.
"No........please no......take them off.........pleasssssssse.........god take
them off". Of course no one did, what they did do was erupt into a loud
applause to my tormenter.
Now I was marched down the hall to my office, I needed assistance since my legs
still wouldn't hold my weight. Pushing me to my knees he opened the blinds to
the hallway so everyone could watch. His slave pulled out his hard dark brown
cock, it was at least 9" long and thicker then any I'd seen before. She pulled
my head back with my braid as he pushed the end into my mouth. I didn't need
any further instructions as I started to suck his tool, hoping that I'd be freed
from the pain soon.
He fucked my mouth, pushing deep down into my throat not allowing me to breath.
Then he'd pull it out, telling me to use my kike tongue to lick him. I no
longer cared what he called me, just so he'd remove the instruments of pain from
my body. As I sucked him my tits didn't even move as they were fully engorged
with trapped blood. I tried to get his cock as wet as I could with saliva
because I knew it's final destination was going to be my ass. Finally he had
enough of my mouth, he pushed me away and I was pulled to my feet. I looked at
my breasts that had once been so white and soft now they had turned a dark red,
almost a blue color and the pain was now a deep throbbing in each of them.
I was placed kneeling on a U shaped bench at the front of my desk so my back was
to the floor to ceiling window from my office to the hall, not only was he going
to sodomize me, but he was going to do it in my own office. My ankle's were
secured to the bench, then a pole was run through the ring in my hair, it was
wound until my hair was pulled up tight against the rod. I was pulled forward
so I was stretched over my desk, my upper weight held by my hair as two slaves
held the rod through it to keep me suspended. I tried to shift some of my
weight back to my legs but was pulled forward.
"If I was home jew bitch I wouldn't soil my royal cock with your ass, I would
simply tie you like this so we could enjoy you being used like the bitch you
are, by my hunting hounds, but since they are not here I will have to await that
opportunity for a time when I buy you".
I tried to pull away, there was no reason for it as I was tightly held there.
Then he roughly pushed one, then two, then three fingers up inside my ass,
twisting them, pushing them deeper inside me, painfully stretching my ass for
his waiting cock.
"Before I use this trash, she will receive twenty strokes from a cane so it will
know its place" the Prince announced. "Now since many of you present do not
know the proper way to cane a slave this will be a learning demonstration for
all of you". As he spoke he stripped off his jacket, shirt and tie so he was
bare to the waist, his dark brown skin was hairless and he had hard muscled
upper body and arms.
I froze with terror, I knew I'd be disciplined by the Society, that I'd be
available for what ever sexual pleasure they would want. Master Carl had used
pain to punish, yet he always included sexual stimulation then orgasm for me. I
knew this wasn't the case with the Prince, he would simple use pain to punish
me. What was truly frightening me was that I knew his pleasure was only to be
found thru MY pain.
Three canes were placed on my desk so I could see them, one was very thin about
2' long with a wooden handle, the second thicker one was at least the diameter
of a quarter, 4' in length and appeared much stiffer. The third one seemed the
most horrible, it was tapered along it's length, the thick leather wrapped
handle would fit has large hands well but the 5' rod tapered down quickly to
it's thin end. It appeared to be very flexible and seemed the one that held the
most promise of pain.
He used the thin short one first, explaining that it could be used anywhere on
the body since it was thin and wouldn't cause lasting damage no matter how hard
it was used. He demonstrated it on my upper back, then on the top side of my
ass, then across the soles of each foot. He was right, it sounded bad but
didn't really inflict a great deal of pain, more of a light sting. That is
until he showed how it could be used on an open pussy, I cried out as he put
several strokes across my open slit and exposed asshole. Each snap of the rod
was followed by a thin burning pain on the exposed tender flesh of my body along
with a thin whine from me.
Then I found out that it could REALLY hurt when used on my bound tits as I was
pulled upright, then bent back so my chest was facing up so he could reach them.
He couldn't have hit them hard, almost a flick of his wrist but I howled out
with every stroke, my tears running down int my ears. He continued his lecture
on the use of the thin cane for at least 20 minutes, even letting several
members try it out. During this entire time he tortured my bound tits, stomach
or exposed snatch with the thin rod. Occasionally hitting my clit which
elicited the most pitiful sounds from me.
Then he took the heavy one, explaining that this one could only be used on
fleshy parts of a slave. He cautioned against using it on breasts or areas
where the bone is close to the skin. He lightly tapped my swollen breasts
causing me to jerk about. The pain from being held up by my hair was nothing
compared to what it felt like to have my breasts touched.
I was bent over at the waist again as he then proceeded to lay several blows of
the cane across the backs of my thighs, calves, and lower buttocks. There
wasn't the swish you'd expect from a cane, it was more the sound of something
heavy moving through the air. When it landed it didn't make the sharp snap, but
a loud thud as it buried itself into my flesh. With each blow I grunted like a
pig, my tits vibrating painfully with each stroke. He continued to explain that
even though this size cane didn't leave a vivid red mark it would bruise the
muscle tissue below the skin leaving a deep bruise. I'm not sure just how many
times he used it on my thighs but I could feel the deep pain it caused with each
dull thud against my large thigh and calf muscles.
Then the other cane was explained in detail as he rubbed it against my exposed
ass teasing me with it. He described it as a "lethal weapon", that if not used
correctly it could tear the flesh leaving terrible scars. It could be used on
the breasts but really was for the ass and thighs. Then the wicked thin
sounding swish of it, the crisp snap as it landed on my skin, then the blinding
pain along the skin where it contacted my skin. The pain was at first a thin
line, then it radiated out extending several inches on either side of the mark.
"Ahhhhhhhheeeeeeee , please...........no..............please I'll do
anything......no more........pleeeeese" I cried out with each blow. He paid no
heed to my cries for pity or mercy.
Then he would rub it over my ass, given that my head was lower then my ass to
hit the tops of my cheeks he used a descending blow. It felt like nothing I'd
ever imagined, I wanted to pass out, to puke, I begged to have it stopped. He
simply went on with his lecture, caressing my exposed skin with the cane before
delivering the next stroke.
Then the deadly sound of it coming, me tensing but knowing I shouldn't as it
only makes it hurt more. The sound of the sharp crack as the cane met my bare
unprotected flesh, the split second it took for the pain to reach my brain, then
the anguished cry from my soul. These were the only sounds, except for his
continued lecture to the assembled members.
My world was the bucking of my body, how hot the room was becoming, the pain in
my tits from the clamps and binding. I could see out my office window, the
buildings and ocean beyond, I could even see my condo if I looked left. All
this I'd enjoyed in my office for several years, then the evil sound of the cane
moving through the air, the pain as it landed on the bare skin of my ass or
thighs, this was now all that concerned me. I'd never again sit in my office
without thinking of what was being done to me. I even wondered when I'd be able
to sit at all after he was done thrashing my unprotected back side.
I don't know if it was twenty strokes per cane, he surly didn't use the thick
one that much but by the time his lecture on the proper use of the cane as a
discipline tool was complete I'd forgotten about my tits, the pain in my
shoulders, even the endless pulling on my scalp didn't matter. All I could feel
was the red hot lines across my once unblemished ass and thighs. His lecture
even included how a well trained person could raise a welt, or not, depending on
how hard the cane was applied. Each lecture point brought another stroke on my
defenseless backside along with a sharp shriek from me.
It seemed I could feel each individual line across my skin. I no longer cried
out loudly with each stroke, it was more of an animal's cry of anguish or a
piggish squeal. I couldn't even tell what he was saying when I felt hands
grabbing my throbbing ass cheeks, pulling them far apart, then his cock being
thrust up inside me without any more preparation.
Of course I'd been throughly fucked by fingers so I wasn't in fear of being
torn, but the suddenness of he caught me off balance. My ass ring felt as if it
had been burned by a hot wire, the hands holding my cheeks apart amplifying the
pain from the stripes of the cane. His cock was large and as it pushed into me
my ass tube expanded to accept it. I'd found from experience that pushing down
like I was taking a shit allowed the cock to enter me more easily but even this
trick didn't stop me from feeling discomfort as his large cock expanded my
entire rear passage.
Then he was buried inside me, fucking me hard, twisting his hips when he was
fully inside me to further punish me. It felt huge up inside me, much larger
then any other and I could see the reflection in the glass of all of them
watching, smiling and taking as I was beaten and fucked.
He kept up his pounding of my now tender ass for what seemed an eternity. I
don't even think he got any sexual satisfaction from it, he just wanted to pound
his cock and pelvis into my abused hole and ass to cause me as much pain as he
could. He started smacking my ass, which in turn allowed me to find my voice
again so my cries could be heard clearly throughout the floor of the building.
Then he reached forward and grabbed the binder clips, twisting them I found a
new level of pain that I didn't know existed until he took one off. The trapped
blood in my tit forced its way into my abused nipple, the pain in that small
area of my body seemed to be the center of my universe.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeee", I howled as the blood forced it's way under the pressure
of the tight snares encircling my breasts into my abused nipples.
He started to fuck me with slow deep thrusts as his fingers played with the
other binder clip. I knew it had to be removed, sometime, anytime but not yet.
He grabbed my free nipple and twisted it hard causing me to jump up and down
violently. He took that moment to pull the other clip off as his cock sank deep
into my now sore tunnel, his body slamming down on my ass that was welted from
the cane.
My asshole clenched hard down on his cock as I jolted up by this new anguish.
He pulled back until just his head was inside me, his breathing was hard, his
sweat dripping down on my bare back. My body was slippery with sweat, it
dripped down off my face, I looked at the little puddles on my desk top, waiting
for what he wanted next.
Suddenly I felt the pressure holding my tits back stop as two black leather ends
fell off my shoulders. The leather was so deeply imbedded into my skin the
loops didn't loosen, they still held the blood trapped inside them, the color
now alarmed me as they appeared almost black now. Even with all the pain from
the cane, the soreness from having my ass fucked so hard I was now more worried
about my tits being ruined then anything else.
Then with a tremendous push he buried his thick cock back down inside me. This
pushed me forward, then he pulled back, I braced for another when I was dropped
right on my tits on the top of the desk. I howled now as the weight of my upper
body smashed my swollen and tender breasts into the hard surface as his large
cock was forced deep inside me. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders
pushing me down harder as I fucked me for several strokes.
Then I was raised up, I was pleading now, begging, I was actually frothing at
the mouth yet he continued to fuck me. "Please no more Master.........Master
pleeeesse".
Someone came over and using their finger nails dug the imbedded leather from the
base of my tits. First the left one, as the blood rushed back into it I was
awash in another wave of pain, it felt as if a thousand needles were being
jammed into my tit. I was held above my desk again as the pain in my breast
went from torment to a dull throb. Then the other was released, my other breast
was again on fire but I could only emit a loud groan until I was again dropped
to my desk
Smashing my abused tits down I tried to rear up and back only to be pushed back
and have them painfully slid across the top by the Prince renewing his long hard
thrust up inside me. I couldn't believe how long he'd been at it, my ass was
now competing with the rest of my body as to which pain was the worst. As he
fucked my now open ass with abandon I didn't think my degradation could be
intensified until resonant wet farts accompanied each downward thrust of his
cock into my expanded rectum.
Finally with a final push he spurted his cum deep up inside me. I felt an
overwhelming feeling of relief as I knew he had finished using me. He kept his
softening cock inside me, he leaned closer warning me that if I tried to squeeze
it out my tits would be rebound again. I didn't have the strength to even try
and clench my ass. It felt so sore and tired I wasn't sure I could even move.
Then I felt a warmth filling me, I tried to move but was held fast as he emptied
his bladder deep inside my bowels. I closed my eyes tightly with this last
indignity, hoping I'd be allowed some rest before anything else was done.
He withdrew from inside me his powerful hands squishing my tender ass cheeks
together, he then released them and the piss and cum gushed out along with a
loud wet fart, finally slowing until it trickled down my crack to the floor. My
hair, ankles, and wrists were finally released but I was to sore and tired to
even move. I lay there as he came over to me and pulled my head back so I could
tongue off the mixture of cum and piss from his cock.
Hands pulled me from the desk so I was again kneeling, I knelt there as he
dressed, then he took my braid, moved my face to puddle of cum and piss on my
desk and carpet. I knew what he wanted, I didn't even think to protest nor try
to look for sympathy or pity from him, I simply started licking up the foul
mixture, slurping it up ignorant of all the watching eyes.
I could hear conversation around me, the clapping of hands, then his voice, "now
tell me property, just who the FUCK do you think I am now".
I didn't think I had much voice left after all my screaming but I knew he wanted
me to answer as loud as I could. "My Master Sir, the owner of this filthy ass
fucked jew bitch that's only fit for dogs to fuck Sir". I wanted my answer to
be as disgusting and degrading as I could make it so he wouldn't draw out this
last act longer then necessary.
"Very good, perhaps this slave has potential I hadn't seen, after it's been
rested we can see if it's behavior remains proper".
I continued to lick up the mixture of strong piss and sticky cum off the carpet
and desk long after they all had gone back to the conference room. I was taken
by Sandra and Mimi back to the bathroom where they removed my collar and other
leather cuffs. Then they rinsed me with ice cold water that brought me back to
the land of the living including the pain from the water hitting my badly
throbbing boobs and ass. I was gasping for air when I sat back on my ass, I
quickly rolled over to my stomach but my tits were still hurting so I laid on my
side as the rinsed me off, washing away the accumulated leaving on my body.
They helped me douche my cunt along with an enema to clean out the remaining
cum. It was painful having the nozzle being pushed in even through it was small
but I was told that it was required. After drinking water they gave me a large
glass of orange juice and honey to sooth my throat. Then I was given a towel,
coffee and my cigarettes as Slave Mistress Joyce came into the room.
"You cunt Mimi out you have your punishment to receive while this one rests, you
stay and make sure it's cleaned and ready to go in 45 minutes", with her orders
given Slave Mistress left the room.
I tentatively touched my aching breasts, their color had returned but two ugly
bruises were left from the binder clips, along with deep red groves from the
leather bindings that would turn an ugly purple before long. I tried rotating
my shoulders but they were to sore to move on my own. Sandra massaged them until
I could move them on my own. My jaw wasn't as sore as it was before or I had so
many other areas that hurt I didn't notice. The entire length of my rectum was
throbbing and my ass ring burned like someone had put deep heat on it. I had
never been fucked so hard in my ass, but the real pain was from the top of my
knees to the small of my back.
I had trouble standing but with some help was finally able to get a look at my
backside. The Prince hadn't lied, the larger cane had left significant bruises
on my thighs and buttocks which actually hurt more then the others. The very
thin cane hadn't left any real damage but the other one, my god there were at
least half a dozen raised welts, several of the stripes were already turning
black and blue, while others still shown as vivid red lines against what was
left of my white skin. I doubted that I'd be sitting comfortably for at least
several days.
I sank to my knees crying but as I bent forward the pain in my breasts kept me
from going all the way down. I rested my shoulder against the wall but found
that I had a bruise there from where I hit the floor. Sandra gave me coffee,
helped me light my cigarette and hugged me softly. She assured me I'd done real
well, except for being stupid enough allow the member's to trick me into being
punished.
She explained that it was done to new slave's all the time. Wether the Prince
was a true bigot, or just enjoyed using that language with a Jewish slave was
immaterial. She told me that no matter what was said a slave shouldn't allow
her emotions to be known. She assured me it happened to every slave at least
once.
This made me feel better but I dreaded going back for more, I told her I didn't
really think I could stand any more. She smiled softly at me, kissing me on the
lips but what she said, even if it was meant to make me feel better, still sent
a shudder down my spin. What she whispered to me while we sat in the bathroom
waiting for my rest period to be up was, "you don't have any choice, enjoy it or
not, your the property of the Society of Rome".
We sat silently together, me trying to find some way to become comfortable and
Sandra cleaning up the water from my rinsing along with cleaning the collar and
cuffs. I offered to help but she declined saying I needed to rest. She told me
to drink more coffee as it had stimulants in addition to some additives that did
alleviate some of the pain. I wasn't that interested in taking any drugs but
she assured me that it wasn't habit forming. In the end it didn't matter since
the coffee did make me feel much better.
She got me up so I could stretch some of my sore muscles then informed me that
the traditional arousal was required. I wasn't the least bit interested in
being touched but knew she would get in trouble if we didn't go through with it.
Her soft tongue did feel good on my pussy but when she started to lubricate my
sore ass I thought I'd rather be punished then have her lubricate it. Again she
told me to just allow it as my ass would most likely be used again this evening.
With that thought in mind I tried to just focus away from the pain as I'd been
taught as she throughly greased me up for the next round with the Society. I
was required to repair my makeup then Sandra oiled me again as she had done
before. She tried to be as gentle as she could around my tits and whipped ass
but they were so tender it didn't really matter how gently she touched me. Now
ready to go back again I tried to calm myself down before it was time, but the
sounds of flesh being struck with the accompanying cry from a slave being
punished was very unsettling.
While we had some time together to rest I asked Sandra how much longer this
would go on. She didn't know since slave's aren't allowed to see the program of
events but she knew her's hadn't lasted more then two hours. The other ones
she'd attended before also didn't last more then two hours or so and the
attendance was usually only 5 or 6 people. She told me that Slave Mistress had
told her that this was the biggest, most elaborate signing ceremony that had
ever been done. It was invitation only with a steep fee to come, which only
included two free tickets for a chance to use me.
She explained that the tickets were used to select people from the membership
that would be allowed to use me in some manner. She also knew that most of the
member's had purchased additional tickets before the ceremony began. She had
overheard several people talking about there bets on if I'd finish the ceremony
at all. With this new information only came more fear of what else would be
done to me.
The door swung open and Sandra quickly dropped to her knees, I quickly put out
my cigarette and joined her as Slave Mistress entered. She was accompanied by
Mimi who was crying quite hard and was being supported by another slave. Sandra
was ordered to take care of her and I was to assist her. When she left we both
started to help Mimi take off the cuffs and collar and I understood why Mimi was
crying.
Her delicate white skin from her shoulders to her knees was bright red with
numerous thin and thick dark red strips from where she had been whipped. Sandra
used cold towels to cover her back while I helped her drink some water.
Suddenly my thoughts were no longer about me, but how bad she looked.
It was obvious that in addition to the whipping Mimi no longer had a virgin ass
in addition to the fact that her cunt had been well fucked by the red swollen
look of her pussy lips and the cum leaking out of both holes. She was muttering
softly "it hurt so bad, I tied....really I did" over and over again.
We examined her ass but it wasn't torn just terrible sore with a bit swelling at
the entrance. She really didn't want it cleaned but we gave her a small enema
to clean out the cum along with a douche for her cunt. At least this took my
mind off my own propblems and what lay ahead for me in a few minutes.
Slave Mistress Joyce opened the door to the bathroom and called for me, Sandra
quickly helped me back into my collar and cuffs, then I gave one more look at
Sandra before leaving. She gave me a thumbs up accompanied by an air kiss as I
left.
