Slave Prissy
pki
Part 2
Hello again, i'm permitted to go on with my story after some
corrections. First of all, i should not have introduced myself before i
introduced my Masters. And second, the correct way to introduce myself
is "i'm a slave and my name is prissy". Master Barry explained me this,
and now i understand that my name is not as important as my status as an
obedient slave. i have had my punishment for this, it was one of those
clever tricks Master Alan can do with a sheer sandpaper. The result is a
sore pussy that aches badly when i piss, or when it gets wet some other
way.
So here i sit again, my legs spread, with the heavy clit ring. my pussy
lips feel quite thick, and Master Alan has put a mirror and a lamp under
the table so i can see my swollen cunt every time i look down. It helps
me to remember my mistakes and to avoid them later on, that's what he
told me. i'm sure it will help.
Let's go back to the weekend i was telling you about.
As the woman had settled a bit, i had an opportunity to observe her
properly. She was in her 40's, with a tiny but nice-shaped figure. She
had no rings, and she was well-dressed and her hair was nicely cut. It
was hard to tell anything about her makeup, for struggling and tears had
messed up her face, but i guess she used very light but carefully
considered colors. A lady, not a hooker as i first had thought she might
have been. This made me even more puzzled: who was she? Why was she with
us? Irrationally, i felt a little jealous.
Master Barry is a good speaker, he's always the one to explain me my
tasks and responsibilities. No he was explaining the woman how things
actually were.
"You are a bitch, a slut with absolutely no rights, and at the moment
you mean nothing to us. We can use you, fuck you, tell you to suck our
cocks. We can ram bottles up your ass, we can whip you, tie you
spread-eagled and whip you more until you pass out. We can do
practically anything we want to, and there is nothing you can do or say
about it."
The woman started to look quite horrified, and for my surprise i found
myself getting aroused. Master Barry went on.
"Here you can see a slave. her name is prissy, but it should have no
meaning to you. she is a slave, and as you can see she is completely
obedient and under our control. she does what we tell her to, and she
does it willingly. Show this bitch your pussy, slave", Master Barry
ordered me. i got on my hands and knees, but got an angry slash from the
riding crop Master Barry had picked up. "The other way, slut."
i turned around, sat down on the van floor and spread my legs as wide as
i could. The woman tried to look away, but Master Dean grabbed her hair
and made her head turn right to my direction. "Open your eyes or I'll
open them for you". The woman opened her now quite reddish eyes, and
they went very round as she saw my bruised tits and my red, thick, sore
clit with the ring and chain. This really turned me on!
Master Barry used the riding crop to point the woman my pussy. He spread
my labia apart with the tip of the crop, then stabbed it into my vagina
and stirred it a bit, so that the sound of a wet cunt was to be heard.
"How do you like it, slut? This is what your pussy will look like too,
sooner or later. You'd better get used to the idea. But at the moment
even this slave is something more than you are. You are a novice, a
piece of shit that should be trained to a proper slave, and I'm not
quite sure if it is possible. Your Master will check you out tomorrow,
and we should have you prepared for him until that. We're in a hurry, so
undress yourself now."
The woman tried to speak again, which ofcourse was a mistake. Master
Dean hit her face with his open palm once, twice, three times, holding
her upright with his other hand. Blood started to run from her nose.
Master Dean then took a good grip of her pure white blouse, now dotted
with bright red blood, and ripped it into two parts. Her pretty white
bra with a lot of lace exposed. She started to scream as she saw Master
Barry taking scissors from a little tool box.
"Hold the bitch, Dean, we're going to have some fun with that lovely
fancy bra she's got", grinned Master Barry. Master Dean took the woman
into his arms and held her tightly, her elbows as far back as possible.
Master Barry started to cut the lace. He removed the arched part of the
cup that covers the top of the breast, first from the other cup, then
the other one. Her nipples stood up hard, they were dark red, her tits
were small but firm. Master Barry then started to examine her closer,
pinching and squeezing, and made her scream more. Both Masters laughed
out loud every time she yielped or squirmed. i was left alone and had a
moment for my own thoughts.
i had understood that this woman was to be trained. But who was going to
be her Master, if it was not one of my three Masters? Was this woman
somebody who just had been in a wrong place at the wrong time, or was
she somebody specially chosen for this? And what did i have to do with
all this? Masters had been away pre-training some slaves for other
Masters before, but they never took me with them.
We had been driving for a while, and i started to understand where we
were heading. Masters have a nice cottage uphills, a very quiet place
where we had spent many long, painful weekends. After those sessions i
always had had my limits expanded, i used to be very tired, bruised and
sore, but happy for i had been able to serve my Masters well. Especially
i remember one two-week period.
i have to tell you something about our scenes and things we like to play
with. One of our favorites is clit and nipple play. My Masters seldom
use clamps, for they can not be left attached for a very long time, and
loose clamps have only a decorative function, which is not in our
interests. Safely pierced nipples and clit, and nice proper rings are
more practical and can be left on.
i used to have a loose clitoral hood. It covered my clit if it was not
pulled aside. Masters liked to play with it for some time, but after a
play with three fishing hooks the hood got infected and scarred after
that, and was a lot thicker than before. So on my birthday about a year
ago they took me to the cottage. There was an unknown Master, and i was
told that he was a plastic surgeon. He was to be circumcise my clit, to
carefully remove the scarred hood so that my entire clit would be
exposed.
The operation was done without any anestesia. It was a small operation,
but extremely painful. Masters have it all on a videotape, they use it
sometimes to entertain visiting Masters. i have not been allowed to see
the tape, though. After the operation my pussy had to heal for two
weeks, and it must have been frustrating for my Masters, because the
doctor told them not to touch my cunt of abuse me anally during that
period. i was allowed to suck their cocks and that was what i did, but
after my pussy was ready to serve again, they gangbanged me properly.
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more to come if you like
