Lady in Waiting
WaterStar
"Come in my dear, you may call me Master", he told me as my eyes adjusted to the
light, after having been blindfolded for, well, what seemed like hours. "Yes,
Sir"...and realised my mistake, before I could apologise, I was unceremoniously
slapped across my face, "Master, you may call me Master". My cheek stung, how
did I get into this, I wondered . . .
I cast my mind back to the ad I placed in a Personals column, only last month;
Lady in Waiting: Petite female seeks strong male company for going out or
staying in...blah, blah, blah, I cannot recall...anyway now, here I, In Waiting,
so to speak.
We had arranged, after all the introductory calls ect., to meet at Lizzies Wine
Bar. He is tall, athletically built, with the most expressive hands. We hit it
off straight away, and chatted all night. We arranged another date; it all
seemed to be going well, he even introduced me to his friend Errol.
Master enters my line of vision, smiling at me, "and how are we enjoying
tonight's date?" Bringing me back to the situation on hand, I am speechless; I
seem to have gotten into a situation...this information takes a few minutes to
register in my head, as Master tilts his head, a sardonic smile, saying, "you
did want to be trained?" I looked at him quizzically, "to be a dungeon slave,
Lady In Waiting", he stated. The horror began to sink in.
"Your first lesson, do not look me in my face or eyes, only if I command you
to." I looked at him, he slapped me, tears begin to flow, another blow, this
time in my stomach, "and no fucking tears, got that?" "Yes, Sir", he growled and
side swiped my left breast "Master," he shouted.
Ouch, that really hurt, my tears would not stop flowing. "You are a very
disobedient Lady in Waiting, there is only one solution to that..."from his
paraphernalia, out came a pair of cuffs, "place your hands behind your back",
pulling on them as he said this, hurting me, pulling my hair as he put the cuffs
on, "that's to make sure you obey me." He hurriedly removed my skirt and
panties, leaving only my ankle boots and stockings on. Placing a mirror
directly at the foot of the bed, he directed me to sit up, open my legs and look
at myself in the mirror, asking, "and what do you see?" " I see myself" I
replied. "No, cunt, you see cunt! I am going out for an hour or so, you sit
here and look at cunt, you better be watching in the mirror when I return!"
Matt (that's his name) returned after about two hours, I did not hear him
arrive; I must be in a basement or something. It was well equipped, with all
manner of implements; I could not even imagine what they were used for, "what
are you looking at?" The first thing I heard, and then he was standing in front
of me. "Cunt, Master, cunt", you were not!" came his taut reply, " I can see you
have a lot to learn. So, I brought Errol here, to help out", Errol stepped into
my line of vision. He was a big, black man, also athletically built, but more
stocky than Matt. I was beginning to feel trapped, and my breathing became
laboured as I began to panic.
"Errol and I will firstly train you up, so that you might accompany us on a
dinner date, later this week, we need you to be on your best behaviour, and at
your most obedient." Matt started to point out how he had already told me what
I am, but he still considered that it would have to be crystal clear, in the
future, because I had been negligent in my duties. While he was saying this, he
slapped me, to punctuate the point. I got it! He reminded me of the no looking
rule and Errol slapped me, for looking at him. They grinned at each other, "It
is going to be a long night." Both of them grabbed a tit each and started
squeezing and pinching and slapping them.
They un-cuffed me, removed the rest of my clothing and led me over to a narrow
bench, "bend over and grab the bar on the bottom", Master instructed. I was
completely exposed, from my pussy to my anus. I could feel hands stroking me,
many hands, one finger was exploring my anus, another my cunt, "I am being
invaded!" "Shut up", whoosh, my head snapped up, hurting my neck, somebody was
whipping me, I screamed, heard the whoosh, again. The whitehotpain travelled up
my back and engulfed my thoughts. I felt something round being shoved into my
mouth...some sort of gag, "umphhhh, and argh".
"Good girl", as if I were a dog or something, I was being petted. I heard Matt
say to Errol, "let her cry, but later this week she will be begging for it".
"What a sweet arse the girl has", said Errol, "I want to fuck it first!" As he
petted my welts, fingering them, exploring them, I felt his big, black cock
resting in between my arse cheeks. "No, no, please, I have never..." I thought,
as the whip caught my upper legs, just above the knee. "Because I love virgin
white arse!"
Matt was rubbing his cock in my hair and face, "I am going to remove the gag, I
want to hear your virgin screams", grinning. Errol, still with fingers up my
arsehole, began to spread them, fitting another finger in, until all four were
up my arse. Grunting, trying not to scream...not to give them any satisfaction,
I endured his poking and Matt's shoving, as his cock entered my mouth. "Is it
gonna be a dry fuck?" he was asking Errol; there was a pause, "yes, after all
she is a Lady in Waiting", with that he tore up my arse, unceremoniously,
pushing all the way in to the hilt. I was stunned, momentarily passing out.
Smelling salts, they brought me round...
Errol was up my arse, to his balls, I think he was waiting for me to come round,
so that I might get maximum pain from the experience...I was mumbling around the
cock down my throat, almost chocking me. I had never been with a black man, and
I had never been fucked up the arse before. He started, ever so slowly pulling
out, just when I thought he would withdraw, he thrust back into me, I lifted my
head and screamed, Matt was pulling on my hair, guiding his cock back into my
mouth.
Errol began to get a rhythm going along with Matt, this went on for awhile,
until Matt came, down my throat, I swallowed, because he was holding my head
down on his dick, I had no choice. I was left with Errol pumping into my anus,
pushing every inch of black cock into my bowels. Matt returned, he had a dildo,
with him. It looked like it was connected to the mains electricity...
I could hear it humming, "well if Errol ain't quite warming you up"... First he
ran it over my tits, I felt a slight tingling sensation, quite pleasant
actually. He slowly worked it over my stomach, all the while, I had Errol
sodomizing me, grunting, and slapping my arse, pumping me so hard and fast, I
could hardly breathe. Matt had reached my cunt, shoving the dildo up, as far as
it would go. At first, I only felt the violation of my arse. Until the little
thing warmed up inside my cunt. Matt was watching me intently to see my
reaction. I began to whimper, mumble. Then this scream, from far away...mine,
my arse being ravished, slapped, pumped into oblivion...Errol moving in faster,
deeper strokes, gearing up to come...I felt my body betray me, bucking and
screaming, I began to cream on the electric dildo, and on my first black cock,
screaming and creaming, his cum shot up my arse, drenching me.
Allowed to clean up and rest for five minutes. Matt and Errol sat me in front
of them, cuffed again, on a low stool, eyes down, and tits pushed out. " On
Wednesday evening, we are going out to dinner, you will wear a backless
mini-dress, with only stockings and a garter belt. There is only one thing left
for us to do tonight, and that is mark you." Errol was holding a branding iron,
which was red hot in the dim light; it looked like a Chinese symbol. "It is the
mark of the Commanders, once you are marked, when we command, you obey!"
Positioned over the stool, stomach down, Errol and Matt seemed to be tender and
gentle as they encouraged me to embrace the pain. I was branded, the smell
invaded my nostrils. I heard more screaming from far off...
(To be continued)
