Slavery:

When a man or a woman agrees to slavery they accept that a slave is not a person but merely an object, and consent, willingly to give up their privilege of being a human being and become, not even an animal but something even lower an object, a thing possessed by their owner for his or her convenience and use. Admittedly they are a thing which can think and feel and talk and see but, a thing nevertheless. They become the property of their owner who will take care of them as they would a piece of valuable furniture or jewellery or a car, for example, but, like those things, they can be used or abused at any time, loaned or hired out, sold or even given away, as the owner wishes, the slave’s wishes are, of course, immaterial.

Most owners like to mark their slaves with some token of their ownership be it a tattoo, an identity tag, or sometimes even a brand. A tag is often attached by a ring to a piercing through the flesh of the slave, through a nipple for example or often a piercing through the sensitive flesh of the sexual organs. Such marking is, of course, carried out without any form of anaesthetic or pain relief, it is, after all, only a slave that is suffering so the pain is of no importance. Indeed, some owners feel that a slave should be glad to suffer on any and every possible occasion.

In addition to punishing their slaves for any infringement of their stringent rules of behaviour most slave owners like to test their slaves obedience, endurance and willingness to accept discipline, humiliation and pain. For this purpose it is common for owners to meet, with their slaves, in some convenient and suitably equipped venue, to stage ‘exhibitions’ where one or more slaves will be humiliated and tortured, usually at some length and often quite brutally, to provide an evening’s entertainment for the audience. Slaves have no choice but to accept this treatment and, indeed, many look forward to being used in this way so that their owners may bask in the reflected glory of their slave’s uncomplaining obedience and submission.

The writer has no explanation of why certain individuals, both male and female, are eager to embrace slavery, and to submit themselves to a lifestyle where they are the chattels of their Masters and Mistresses with no rights of their own. It is suggested that some deviation in the individual’s psychological make up enables them to experience pleasure by undergoing humiliation and pain. Once they discover this trait in themselves, they naturally strive to increase their pleasure, often by applying gradually more severe punishment to their own bodies and later by giving themselves, literally and unconditionally, to those who will exploit their deviation to satisfy their own perverted lusts. Although many of the practices which slaves traditionally undergo are unimaginably brutal and perverted the slaves themselves seem willing, even eager, to undergo these practices and, having done so, to repeat them again as soon and as often as possible. Beatings are often carried out on areas of the body which are especially sensitive to pain such as the inner thighs, the belly and, in the case of female slaves, the breasts, and often consist of many more strokes than the traditional ‘six of the best’. Twenty, fifty or even a hundred strokes of the cane or whip are not uncommon, usually resulting in a series of livid purple weals on the flesh while drawing blood is not an infrequent result. Mutilations such as piercing and ringing in all its variations are frequently carried out on the nipples and genitals of both sexes as well as the nose and tongue. Some slaves endure piercings of  unimaginably cruel involving as they do the clitoris or the penis head and it is common for a slave to be deliberately pierced and ringed so that normal sex is not possible. The writer knows of one married couple, both masochists, who have been pierced in such a way that they are unable to have normal intercourse and, in addition, they a forbidden by their owner from receiving sexual relief by manual or other stimulation … they both scrupulously observe this ban. The result is that they are both constantly desperate for sexual relief which causes them to crave more and greater punishments and to relish them all the more when they receive them.

Many slaves also like to constantly prove themselves and demonstrate their devotion to their owner and to enduring pain for his or her amusement. To this end they solicit ever more intense discipline, more degrading acts, more agonising tortures and more grotesque mutilations.

The account which follows is the story of Natalie, or slave n as she became. Natalie became aware of her masochism when, at ten years old, she entered puberty and her nipples and maiden hair started to grow. She found that, in addition to the pleasurable sensations she obtained by rubbing her clit, physical discomfort and pain increased her arousal. She experimented continuously and rapidly became adept at performing degrading and painful practices on her own body which, nonetheless, gave her intense pleasure and sexual satisfaction. Natalie was a very intelligent girl (and is still a very intelligent slave) and, by the time she was twelve she had learned to find and download large quantities of the type of material she wanted from the internet. While she indulged her secret perversion she began to fantasise more and more about being a real slave and then one day she accidentally learned that z was a practicing masochist. She pursued z relentlessly for some time until she agreed to ask her Master if he would consent to meet and interview Natalie with a view to accepting her as a new slave and matters were arranged. Master Q was impressed by Natalie and her obvious addiction to submission and pain and agreed to allow her to attend for a trial period to prove she was suitable slave material. To cut a long story short Natalie’s assistance with z’s discipline and her own willingness to endure ever increasing pain to impress Master Q did exactly that and he offered her a place as a slave in his household.

Now read on.

  Slave z

Slave z is 24 years old, beautiful and very intelligent but an extreme masochistic pervert addicted to pain. Z signed a contract with Master when she was 18 years old and has been his slave ever since. As specified in the contract she is used and abused as Master wishes and is not allowed to decline any act or punishment no matter how degrading or severe. Master often uses her to give ‘exhibitions’ of the utmost brutality and perversion and she is routinely used by males, females, animals and objects in all of her orifices. Her body permanently carries evidence of the whip and the cane and she always carries fresh marks as witness to recent floggings. When taking part in exhibitions she also wears steel rings in her nose, tongue, nipples and several in her genitals so that it is easy to restrain her, although restraints are seldom needed. She is fiercely proud of her willingness and ability to undergo pain for Master and is always glad, even eager, to submit to ever more brutal and severe treatment, especially in front of an audience. Slave z works as a part time teacher at a girls’ school in the area where she lives and is sometimes required to take PE classes with the girls. Our story opens after a strenuous class when z is naked in the shower in the teachers’ cubicle but has forgotten to lock the door, she does not hear the sound of the door opening due to the noise of the shower so she steps out unprepared and completely naked, straight in front of Natalie….

Natalie takes up the story …..

My eyes opened wide, I could not avoid seeing the dozens of marks which criss-cross Miss’s  body, clear evidence of beatings she has received. Neither can I miss the flash of silver between her legs as she grabs her towel and quickly covers herself.

‘What do you want, Natalie, you know you shouldn’t burst in here’, she was obviously very embarrassed and annoyed that I’d seen her naked.

‘I, …. I, …. It’s nothing, I ….’ I felt myself flushing scarlet and I turned and ran from the room to hide my embarrassment.

My head was spinning, Miss, with whip marks all over her body and what looked like a ring in her pussy, I could scarcely believe it but I knew I was not imagining anything, it was real. I’d often fantasized about having those things done to me, beatings and piercings for rings in exciting parts of my body.

About half an hour later I was sitting by myself in the refectory drinking a coke and still trying to get my head round what I had seen.

‘Do you mind if I join you?’

I looked up, surprised, it was Miss, ‘No I …. no of course not’.

She sat down opposite me and leaned forward looking round to make sure no one else was near enough to hear her, ‘I just want to say I’m sorry for shouting at you, you startled me, I didn’t hear you come in’.

‘I’m sorry, Miss, I didn’t mean to, I knocked’.

‘The shower, it’s very noisy when you’re under it …..’

She seemed awkward and at a loss for words. ‘Did you, …. Did you notice anything, see anything?’ she seemed very embarrassed to be asking the question.

‘I …. I saw the marks, Miss, and the …. jewellery, you know, down there’. We were both flushing red at this point.

‘Have you told anyone?’ she queried.

‘No, not yet’, I responded.

‘Are you going to?’

‘Not if you don’t want me to, Miss’

‘I would prefer it if it was our secret, Natalie’.

‘Yes, Miss’. I could sense her relief.

‘I wondered …..’, now I was at a loss for words but she sensed what I was asking and, taking a deep breath, she decided to satisfy my curiosity.

‘You want to know what … how I got what you saw. Can you keep a secret, do you promise to tell no one, ever?.

‘Yes, Miss, I promise’.

‘It would be best if you came to my flat tonight at about seven o’clock’. I agreed and she told me the address then she left me to finish my coke.

That night I told my parents I was going to see Miss **** to help me with some work. They had met her at parents evenings and had no misgivings as she only lived about ten minutes walk from us. At five to seven I rang her bell, she opened the door and let me in. She was wearing a blue silk dressing gown and, apparently, nothing underneath it. We went into her room and I was amazed at how sparsely it was furnished but she gave me a comfortable seat with a coffee table and TV in front of it.

‘Natalie, I’m going to ask you again not to repeat anything I tell you or to tell anyone anything you learn or see tonight’.

‘Of course, Miss, I won’t, I would never break a promise or a confidence’, I responded.

She walked back and forth for a few moments then, as if making an important decision, which of course she was, she stopped in front of me untied the sash of the dressing gown and let it slip from her shoulders to the floor. I gaped open mouthed, I couldn’t take my eyes off what I saw, her body covered in whip marks, some old and some fresh, from her shoulders to her knees, on her tits and her belly, everywhere. Then she slowly turned round and I saw that her back was similarly marked even including a few weals on her calves. Now I realised why she always wore a track suit when she was taking a PE class.

‘After I left you this afternoon I went to my …. my Master’s and he gave me a good whipping’.

‘Your Master’s …?

‘I’m a slave, Natalie, I need to be owned and used and I have a wonderful Master who takes care of that. He beats me when I deserve it, which is often, and … and does other things to me from time to time’.

She opened a black jewellery box on the coffee table, took out two thick steel rings and slid them through holes in her nipples then clipped two steel balls in place to close them. She took another and slipped it through the septum of her nose and then a stud which she placed through her tongue. Then she stood directly facing me with her feet apart so that I could clearly see that between her legs hung a bright steel ‘dog tag’.

‘Look as closely as you like’, she said and I, fascinated, moved to do so. Besides the tag she had several other rings in her pussy including one through the clit hood. I reached out and took the tag, holding it so that I could read the text on it. On one side it said ‘Slave z’ on the other ‘Property of Master Q’.

‘Z is my slave name’, she offered. I was becoming extremely aroused and could feel it tingling at the base of my belly and my panties were more than slightly damp. I moved behind her and what I thought I’d seen was clearer, just above the top of her behind, burned into her flesh with a branding iron were the letters Q and S each about an inch high.

‘What do you think of me now?’

‘I’m …. speechless’.

‘Do you think I’m disgusting, ….. a pervert?’

‘No, Miss, I think, …. I think, …. I wish that I was like you’.

‘Don’t be silly, I do this because I want to, because I crave pain but you would be crazy to do this to yourself. Look at those albums if you don’t believe me’.

I started to browse through the two photo albums which lay on the coffee table. They were full of pictures of ‘z’ being abused and tortured in extremely humiliating and brutal ways. My head was spinning, I’d never imagined that anyone I knew would be, could be, would allow themselves to be, subjected to the things I was looking at now. In my innocence I thought such things were only in the realm of my own twisted imagination. As I was looking at the pictures she selected a video from the shelf, pushed it into the machine and set it playing. My attention focussed on the screen where scenes of her brutal torture were being displayed, brutal and sadistic but somehow wonderful and exciting scenes which I continued to watch avidly for half an hour until she switched them off.

‘Now what do you think, do you still think you wish you were like me?’

‘Even more now’, I whispered, my voice husky with sex. ‘Feel me here’, as I said it I unzipped my jeans and pushed my pubis at her. She moved forward sliding her hand under my crotch, ‘You’re soaking, it really does turn you on, doesn’t it?’ she said.

‘I know, do you believe I want it now? That it excites me unbearably?’

We talked for a while longer as she got dressed. I told her about my fantasies and admitted to some of the disgusting things I did to myself.

‘Now we both know each other’s secrets, so we can’t tell’, I said. Before I left I asked and she agreed that I could come back in a week and watch some more videos

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After I had made two or three visits to her flat I think she got the message that I was serious about wanting discipline and I tentatively broached the idea that she might ask Master Q if he would like a very young slave. At first she ridiculed the idea but, as she became more convinced that I really was serious, she resisted less. Finally she agreed that she would ask him when she next saw him which satisfied me somewhat. The next time I saw her I asked her eagerly what his response had been and she told me he had been very sceptical. I kept pressing her to ask him again and a few days later I got a phone call from her asking if I could come and see her that evening which I agreed to do.

When I arrived I understood why she wanted to arrange my visit so quickly. As I entered the room my eyes fell on the coffee table which supported a range of items including a riding crop, a box of hypodermic needles and several used condoms still full of semen. She told me immediately that Q had ordered her to test me to assess my commitment and confirm that I meant what I said about wanting discipline. She told me to strip naked, which I eagerly and quickly did, then she had me kneel by the table and fold my hands behind my back in the slave position which I had often seen her adopt on the videos. Then she picked up the first condom, told me to open my mouth and slowly squeezed its contents in. The cold semen tasted disgusting and as she filled my mouth with the contents of the other rubbers I loved every drop.

‘Now swallow it all’, she ordered. I slowly complied letting the slimy fluid ooze down my throat. When I had finished she bent over and kissed me on the lips pushing her tongue into my open mouth as if she wanted to save any remaining drops of scum for herself

‘Now bend over the table and hold the far end’. I did so.

‘I’m going to beat you with this crop until you ask me to stop’.

I was trembling with anticipation and, when the blows came, they were incredibly exciting as well as agonisingly painful. She didn’t hold back but struck me with brutal efficiency on my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. I knew my flesh must be marking like hers did but I think she was surprised when I didn’t ask her to stop after a few strokes. In fact she stopped voluntarily after thirty strokes and when I said, ‘I didn’t ask you to stop’, she replied that I was bleeding and she didn’t want to damage me permanently. ‘But I want it more, please, I can take it, I need it, I’m desperate for it, please …. Please give me more’. This spurred her to even more vigorous efforts and she administered another twenty lashes taking the total to fifty before she stopped and refused to give me any more because the blood was trickling down the backs of my thighs.

After she had cleaned me up she used the hypodermic needles to pierce me in my sensitive flesh, my tits, my pussy, my behind and along my inner thighs. It hurt and I loved it, loved the excitement of another person doing me while I submitted without complaint. It was better than my wildest imaginings and several times I was very close to coming off before the evening ended.

About three weeks later z told me that she had told Master Q how I had performed. He told her to let me know he was willing to see me and she gave me a date and a time. She also told me I should dress ‘appropriately’ in a plain, loose dress with no underwear and simple shoes and I should wear no make-up.

As the day approached I grew more and more excited and apprehensive because I knew this would be a turning point in my life, possibly the most important event I had ever experienced. On the appointed day I presented myself at z’s flat and she took me to her car, blindfolded me securely so that I could not see where we were going and drove me to Master’s house which turned out to be some distance away in the country. After we entered the house she removed the blindfold and left me in a small reception room. About ten minutes later she returned having changed into her ‘slave outfit’, a brief leather corset which left her tits and pussy exposed, a dog collar, wrist straps and a leather helmet.

‘Come with me’, she said, ‘Don’t say anything unless you’re asked a question and do everything your told to do instantly’.

I followed her through the house which proved to be rather large and expensively furnished. Finally we entered a large room which seemed to be a sort of study or office with the usual features, book shelves, desks, one with a computer, and a number of tables, chairs and couches. Behind the largest desk sat a man of about forty, neither handsome nor ugly, fat nor thin. Initially he ignored us and we stood waiting his attention for about five minutes. Finally he put down the papers he had been reading and looked up at us.

‘So this is Natalie?’ he growled his eyes running up and down my body and I felt my legs trembling.

‘Z tells me you like discipline and you want to join her as my slave’.

‘Yes, Master’, I whispered.

‘Do you think you can take what z takes?’

‘I hope so, Master’

‘Z has shown you her videos and photos, she tells me’.

‘Yes, Master’.

‘But what happens to her has so much more …. impact in real life. Z ….’.

Z knew what to do, she moved to a cabinet, opened a drawer  and took out a long, thin, bamboo cane. Returning she passed it to Master who swished it noisily and threateningly through the air two or three times, I wondered if he was goin to flog me with it. Then he folded down a pair of leather flaps on z’s helmet so that her eyes were covered, led her to a long, padded bench about as high as an ordinary dining table where, without waiting for an order, she bent forward stretching her body along the bench and gripped two large rings near the far end.

‘Come closer so that you can see better what I’m doing to her’, he ordered and I moved near to the side of the bench. He then began to administer the most brutal flogging I could have contemplated in my wildest, most sadistic imaginings, lashing z’s buttocks, thighs and back with savage force. Each stroke of the cane drew an almost inaudible gasp from her and left a red weal on the already marked flesh. After what must have been about fifty strokes he stopped. ‘Stand up and turn over’, he grated. She did as ordered giving me a clear view of the marks, many oozing blood, from her shoulders to her knees. Without further instruction she turned, backed against the bench then lay backwards, gasping in pain stretching out along it again on her lacerated back, so that the front of her body was completely exposed for his attentions. Without a pause he continued the beating starting about half way up her thighs and working up, past her crotch, over her pale, flat belly and finally lashing the soft, smooth, milky white flesh of her breasts, both below and above her nipples, until they were covered with thick, purple stripes. All the while this was going on she was whimpering quietly but constantly and rocking her head from side to side. For my part I was horrified but at the same time fascinated by the complete absence of pity he seemed to have for her, I couldn’t take my eyes off the brutal scene which was being enacted in front of me.

‘Put your hand between her legs’, he ordered me. I slowly did as he ordered and found her cunt sopping wet with sex juice. ‘Lift your skirt’, he commanded. I complied and he pushed his fingers roughly between my thighs feeling my cunt. I knew what he would find as I had been conscious of it for some time. ‘You too, as wet as that bitch. Turned you on did it? Do you think you would be as turned on if you were in her position?

‘I …. I …. I hope I might be’, I whispered.

‘Well, we’ll find out soon enough. Strip, …… everything’, he commanded.

It took me only a few seconds to remove my clothes and shoes so that I stood in front of him naked, flushed with humiliation and trembling with excitement and apprehension. Naked in front of a man for the first time and not just any man but a brutal, pitiless master.

‘Hunh, not much to look at, still, I suppose it’s only to be expected at your age, you’ll probably get better as you mature, …. it’s to be hoped so’.

‘Thank you, Master’.

‘Here, give the bitch another twenty’. He pushed the cane into my hand and stood back. Z sensed my reluctance somehow. ‘Do it, Natalie, now, I want it’.

I stepped forward, hesitated, then raising the bamboo high I brought it down over the tops of her thighs raising yet another cruel red mark.

‘Harder, …. and higher’, he grated.

I obeyed moving up her belly until she had received ten cuts then the final ten across her terribly marked tits. Once I got used to striking her I wanted to hurt her, to make her suffer and writhe and, if possible, cry out. I delivered the strokes across her tits almost as brutally as Master and her head rocked from side to side in agony until I had completed the required number of strokes.

‘Now wank yourself’, Master ordered me. I flushed scarlet but recalling what z had said I quickly complied and, in my highly excited state it only took a few seconds of frantic rubbing on my hypersensitive sex organs before I reached a tremendous orgasm which had me gasping and moaning for at least another thirty seconds.

‘Z, go and get cleaned up so that you can take Natalie home. Natalie, I want you here for at least one weekend each month and, if possible, more frequently, if you still want to be a slave. Will you do that?’

‘Yes, Master, of course. I’ll come as often as you wish, my step father doesn’t worry where I am as long as I give him a convincing story’.

‘Very well. When you’re here you’ll be trained in obedience and submission, you will also help me to punish z, who needs a lot of discipline as you’ve seen, and do anything else I require. Now get dressed’.

‘Thank you, Master, I hope I’ll justify the trouble you’re taking with me’.

For the next twelve months or so I attended Master’s house on an almost weekly basis. Usually z drove me there, initially blindfolded, but towards the end of that period Master gave his permission for me to know where he lived and the blindfold was not used again, at least for this purpose. When I was there I assisted Master in the discipline of z, which was invariably extremely sadistic, standing by while he flogged her with a variety of implements, used thick needles to pierce her flesh in her most sensitive places and a variety of other painful disciplines. For her part z was insatiable in her desire for pain and seemed able to endure an almost unlimited degree of cruelty with only a minimum of crying, moaning or whimpering. Master also used her frequently to relieve himself but never entered her body in the normal way, he always used either her mouth or her behind. Even when he had her face to face he always put his penis into her anus and rutted like a pig until he reached a noisy climax grunting and roaring like an animal. Besides watching these episodes and standing by in case Master needed anything, my job was to suck and lick him until he erected before using z and, after the event, to lick him clean taking and swallowing the cum, and usually shit, which coated his penis after sex. Once he was cleaned I had to perform a similar service for z, licking her anus and sucking out as much semen as I could. Naturally anything I licked up I had to swallow. In case the reader feels any compassion for me I should say that it was a job I relished once I had done it for the first time and got used to it. The taste of the semen and the shit was incredibly exciting and, along with the thrill of watching, left my cunt sopping wet and often my sex juice even trickling down my thighs.

Sometimes Master allowed me to punish z like that first time but one thing he did not allow was for me to have relief. After the first time he never again allowed me to come off  in his house. He did make me play with myself while he watched for his enjoyment and to excite him before he used z. He told me that, if I masturbated at home, I should always stop short of orgasm so that by keeping my need unrelieved I would always be ready and eager for more the more extreme sexual activity he required. If I did come, ‘by accident’ as he put it, I had to report it to him and take whatever punishment he deemed appropriate. In my first year with him it only happened twice, in the first case my punishment was a brutal beating with a short strap made from a piece of heavy, leather horse harness. He had z use it on my behind and my belly then he personally gave me a final five hard strokes in between my spread legs ‘on the offending organ’ he said. It was extremely painful but I was glad I had confessed to him, after all what does a slave deserve when it disobeys its Master’s instructions? The second time he stuck a lot of hypodermic needles in my sensitive parts. They were only fine needles, not like those he used on z which were usually quite thick, but they hurt a lot which I deserved for my disobedience. He placed them in my little flat tits including two or three through each pink nipple which was agonising. The ones in my tits were not just stuck in under the surface of the skin but were pushed in up to their full depth of about an inch. Then he put some into my pubic mound pushing them in all the way also. The next set went through my labia, the thin lips were easy but he put a lot through my  thick, outer lips too, I moaned a lot but really I loved it. Finally he pushed two through the septum of my nose and three through my tongue. When he was finished he watched while I had to pull them all out myself.

Three or four times during the year z and I attended dinner parties when Master’s friends were present. We were the after dinner entertainment with z being used and abused very cruelly being whipped, pierced, burned with cigarettes and, of course, fucked in all her holes by most of the guests, with some guests using her two or three times in different holes. The female guests were every bit as brutal as the men and usually gave her a very hard time using long, thick dildoes. Mainly I was used as assistance bringing whips, canes and needles or any other tools they required, and holding her hands or legs when they thought she might be unable to control herself. Because of my age and status Master would not allow me to be used as z was, which was a disappointment to me, but he did allow his friends to touch and grope me and I had to stand or lie still while enduring some quite humiliating and painful sessions. Some of the men, and the women too, liked to have slobbering tongue-in-mouth sessions while their rough hands and fingers explored every part of my body concentrating, of course, on my vagina and anus. Often someone would ask Master when he was going to initiate me so that they could have ‘full availability’ and could treat me like z if they wished. When this question was asked I’m sure Master could feel my imploring eyes on him willing him to give me the privilege of becoming a full slave but he was always very non-commital.

My wish is granted

At about 4 o’clock on a Monday afternoon after I had been in thrall for almost a year Master summoned me to his study. I knocked and entered on his call and stood in front of his desk with my hands folded in the small of my back in the classic slave position.

‘Unbutton your shift’ he ordered me and I complied then returned my arms to the slave position. With my shift unbuttoned and gaping open he could see everything I’d got as I don’t wear underwear when I’m at Master’s so that it won’t waste time when he wants to punish me.

‘You’ve been here almost a year since z first brought you’…

‘Yes, Master’.

…’and you’ve done very well. You’ve been obedient and punctual and you haven’t  missed any sessions you were required to do. As a reward I’m proposing to make you a full slave on your fifteenth birthday next Saturday’.

My head spun, ‘Thank you, Master’ I gasped, I’d never expected the honour so soon.

‘But before we do that I must ensure that you know the consequences of being a full slave and give you the choice of becoming a slave, with all that that entails, or declining and leaving this house forever’.

‘Oh, no, Master, I would never do that’.

‘Nevertheless the choice must be yours. If you choose servitude you will embrace all that that condition requires. You’ve seen how we treat z, haven’t you, and if you agree to slavery we will treat you like that. The fact that you are only fifteen will not attract special or lenient treatment, probably the reverse, in fact, as any Master who will have access to you will never have had a fifteen year old female slave available to him before. In any event I want you to go away and consider it for twenty four hours and let me know your decision at four o’clock tomorrow. Is there anything you want to ask me or do you fully understand the decision I’m asking you to make, it could be the most important decision you ever make?’

‘I understand, Master. I can give you my answer now, it’s yes, I would be most honoured to become your slave’.

‘I have to remind you that, if you become a slave, you will no longer have the privilege of declining anything I or any other Master or Mistress wishes to do to you or to have you do. Once you sign the contract and endure the initiation procedure you will not be a person, not be a human being but only an object kept for our convenience and amusement. Mistress and myself will use you as we wish, or not use you as the fancy takes us and from time to time you will be loaned or hired to other Masters and Mistresses who will also use you as they see fit. You can expect a life of extreme degradation,  humiliation, submission and pain, is that clear?’

‘Yes, Master, it is no more than I expected and hoped for’.

‘Once you are initiated you will not refuse anything, if you do, you will do so only once as you will be expelled from this house for ever. Now go away, I need to start arrangements for you initiation’.

‘Yes, thank you, Master’, I turned and left the room as he instructed.

Next day at four o’clock I visited Master in his study again.

‘Have you changed your mind, Natalie?’ he asked.

‘No, Master, I want to go ahead and become a full slave and have you do whatever you wish with me, own me, use me, abuse me’.

‘Good, I thought you would say that. I’ve already made all arrangements and we will carry out your initiation on Saturday, your birthday, at the club. Make sure you’re ready by seven o’clock, z will help you dress appropriately. That’s all for now’.

Initiation

On Saturday afternoon z gave me an enema and a douche and helped me to bathe so that I was clean inside and out. Then she helped me dress in a tight, black, leather corset which went from just below my flat breasts to my hips leaving my tits, arse and cunt fully visible. I had the fine ringswhich had been inserted in the piercings in my sex and z put a collar round my neck with a lead attached. I wore low heeled shoes and finally she blindfolded me with a leather hood.

At seven sharp z lead me to Master’s car and helped me in. We quickly drove to the club where the initiation was to take place and I was led from the car into the exhibition room and onto the stage where Master told me to kneel and wait. I could hear people moving about and conversing in low voices as I waited with my arms folded behind me. I was trembling with excitement and anticipation, I knew tonight was going to be more extreme than ever before but I had to perform well so that I didn’t embarass Master. After about fifteen or twenty minutes Master moved to the front of the stage and spoke to the audience..

‘Ladies and gentleman, Masters, Mistresses and slaves, tonight for you amusement I have arranged the initiation of my latest slave. You see her here waiting, she is Natalie and today is her fifteenth birthday so her initiation is by way of a birthday present from me to her. Z, bring her here’.

Z tweaked my lead and I rose from my knees and followed her to the centre of the stage keeping my arms folded in the approved position behind me. Master continued to address the audience.

‘As you can see she has a good body and, I assure you, she is committed to her chosen destiny, to become a slave. You can also see that she is comparatively unmarked and she has not yet been used as an object of pleasure, all of this will change tonight. Although she is the youngest slave I have ever initiated or even seen initiated, I do not intend this to make any difference to the severity of her treatment. The only proviso is that, because of the legal implications, she will not, at present, offer her cunt for anyone’s pleasure or amusement, that may well be her sixteenth birthday present’. The audience laughed politely in appreciation. ‘Before I start the main event Master J has kindly agreed to allow his slave x to be used for your entertainment’.

I was lead back to my previous position and once again knelt waiting my turn. With the hood on I could see nothing but I could hear what was being done to x, it was obviously very severe. Orders were given to him, x turned out to be male, and in some cases I could hear, for example, the swish of the cane followed by the crack of the blow striking flesh, x counted every stroke. Later after the flogging was ended the silence was broken by x begging, ‘No please Master, no, no …’ this was followed by a groan that became a whimper and finally a sob. Obviously something pretty heavy was going on but I never found out what it was and finally, x screamed repeatedly only interrupting his sobbing to thank his Master. After about thirty minutes of this Master J was finished with x and left the stage to the accompaniment of polite applause. Master then announced a fifteen minute break after which the main event, namely me, would begin.

The break passed quickly and Master addressed the audience once again.

‘Now I present to you slave natalie, …z’.

Z led me forward on the lead again to the front of the stage and removed my hood. Master stood beside me facing the audience and questioned me, it was almost like a wedding ceremony which, in a way, I suppose it was.

‘Natalie, do you accept your slavery freely and consensually and acknowledge me as your master?’

‘Yes, Master’.

‘Do you accept that you are my possession to do with and to use as I wish until such time as this contract is dissolved?’

‘Yes, Master’.

‘Do you accept the discipline and punishment which I will surely require you to endure beginning with this induction?’

‘Yes, Master.

‘Very well, from now on you will be known as slave n. Now we will begin the proceedings. Z, bring the whips here’.

Z pushed a medical trolley carrying several canes, crops and whips across the stage and Master moved to select one. His choice was a thin bamboo about three feet long which he swished through the air experimentally several times. Satisfied with his choice he ordered me to bend over a whipping bench with my back to the audience so that they had a full view of my exposed behind. I held onto the legs of the bench shivering with apprehension yet determined to acquit myself well.

‘Z, the dice’. He commanded. Z brought two dice to me, I threw them into a dish to decide my own punishment, ‘A five and a six’ she called out, ‘thirty strokes’.

‘Good, that’s a sensible number’, Master said, ‘n, count them as I deliver’.

‘Yes, Master’, I whispered.

I waited for the first stroke, it seemed to take forever then I heard the swish instantly followed by the most incredible pain I have ever experienced in my buttocks. I had been caned before but, although it had been painful, it was nothing compared to this, Master must have used his full strength for the blow. For a moment I was paralysed and my mouth opened but I stifled the rising scream and instead whispered the stroke number, ‘One, Master, may I have the next stroke’. I waited again for several seconds gripping the legs tightly then again – swish and the agony of the second stroke, almost like a red hot knife slicing my flesh, ‘Two, Master’. The agony continued as the strokes were applied at ten second intervals, ‘Three, four, five …’ Master worked gradually from the top of my buttocks down my thighs and then back up. After fifteen strokes the agony was so intense I started to cry silently but I still had to continue  counting the strokes of the merciless flogging enduring my first real experience of what it meant to be a slave. When he finished he ordered me to stand, the tears ran down my cheeks and dripped off my chin. ‘z, wipe her face’, he said without sympathy. Z did as ordered concern showing as she used a towel to dry the flood, I tried to smile to reassure her. My arse cheeks burned but I was strangely glad my initiation had begun so painfully and I looked forward with anticipation and not a little trepidation to the next inevitable agony.

‘N, do you know what sodomy is?’

‘Yes, Master, it’s … it’s intercourse in the anus’.

‘Do you mean fucking in the arse?’

‘Yes, Master’.

‘Say it then.

‘Fucking in the arse’.

‘Have you ever experienced it?’

‘No, Master’.

‘Well you know I told you that you would not be fucked until you were sixteen as, even if you agree it would still be considered, legally, as rape’.

‘Yes, Master, I remember’.

‘Well go over there and stand at the foot of the bench facing it. Good, now bend forward and lie along it. That’s right, now spread your legs apart, wider. Good, z, go to the other end of the bench and hold her hands’.

He moved to the side of the bench where I could see him and slowly opened the fly flap of his leather trousers. His penis was massively erect, at about eight inches long and two thick it was a brutal tool.

‘Kiss it’.

I complied feeling the salty, sticky pre-cum coating my lips and tasted it, I thought I might faint so great was my arousal.

‘Now you’re going to be sodomised, what do you say to that?’

‘Thank you, Master’ I whispered huskily.

He moved away to my rear and I looked into z’s face, I could see her expression of concern. I knew she was often used by Master in this way so she knew what it felt like but there was nothing she could do to help me. I felt Master smearing my anus with lubricant his finger sliding in and out of my tight, inexperienced hole. I tried to relax my anus, it was all I could do, but I was unprepared for the brutal pain as Master thrust into me, intent only on his own pleasure and the amusement of the audience and making no concession to the fact that, anally, I was a virgin. My mouth opened wide involuntarily but I stifled the cry which sprang to my lips. Master continued to thrust into me until, after only a very few seconds, his vigour increased and he began to grunt, I could feel he was spurting his hot cum deep into my tender anus. After a few seconds he collapsed over my back but quickly recovered and withdrew his huge organ from my body.

‘What do you say now, pig?’

‘Thank you for bothering to use me, Master, I'm honoured that you would empty your precious cum into my worthless arse.’

‘Ha, does anybody else want to use the slut’s arse?’

God, he was letting anyone use me. I heard several sets of shuffling steps and, after a few seconds, I was penetrated again. I thought that, at my age I should be flirting with boys of my own age in the park. Instead I was willingly lying naked on my belly in front of an audience of degenerates and sadists accepting repeated sodomy by a string of brutal males only interested in their own perverted pleasure. But I knew then that this was what I was meant for, this was my freely accepted role and I was glad I had chosen slavery over freedom, pain and punishment over carefree but meaningless pleasure.

After everyone who wanted to use me had enjoyed my behind Master had me move to the rear of the stage while he explained his next exhibition. He had z move into the audience and distribute paper and pencils to everyone and asked them to write down what they would like to watch him do to me, or to have me do to myself, next. Then the papers were folded and collected in a black, cloth bag which z brought back to Master on the stage. What transpired next was an object lesson in how a slave should be treated, for the enjoyment of Masters and Mistresses, and  without pity or limits …. and I was the subject of it all. Z told me afterwards that she was shocked at the brutality with which they treated me, if it had been her, an experienced, twenty five year old slave who expected, and relished, the most extreme and sadistic treatment and was used to it when it was applied, but I was a relatively inexperienced novice and only fifteen years old.

I stood with my legs apart and my arms folded in the small of my back in the classic slave position without any restraint my face stained with tears and my body gleaming with sweat. My behind and the backs of my thighs still burned from the cane and my anus throbbed painfully in response to its brutal initiation by Master's brutal but wonderful cock At master’s command I selected the first paper from the bag and passed it to him.  He read it and smiled, "It says 'Nail the bitch"', he pronounced.  "Do you want to be nailed?" he looked at me.  "Yes, Master", I whispered.

"Put her on the pole, z", he ordered.

She led me to the horizontal circular section pole supported on stands at crotch level and told me to straddle it.  At Masters command she selected two fine pins and drove them into the pole at its centre then, sliding me forward, she hooked the rings which passed through my inner lips over the pins and slid me back an inch so that my little girl’s lips were stretched out against the pole.  Then she selected two short but fat nails and, placing one against my right labia she drove it through with a single stroke of the hammer.  Then she repeated the process on my left lip leaving me fixed to the pole by my sex.  Then she pushed my shoulders forward so that I was bent over my point of fixture until the puffy tips of my small tits were level with the pole. She selected two longer nails and pressed the sharp tip of the first against the pink flesh of my left areola.

"Ask for it", Master commanded.

"Please z,….nail me to the pole", I whispered, my voice husky with my lust for pain.

With a single hard stroke she drove the nail through the soft flesh, I jerked with the terrible pain but remained silent.

"Say thank you".

"Thank you, Master".

"Again?"

"Please … nail the other one".

She placed the second nail and with another single blow impaled my right tit agonisingly.  "Aaahhh, thank you, Master".

"Put your tongue out and bend forward", Master commanded.

I obeyed while z guide me so that my tongue was positioned in front of the end of the pole.

"Do you want it?", Master hissed.

My voice trembled as I responded, "Please z, … nail … my tongue". I knew it would be agony but it had to be done, I had to take it for Master’s, and the audience’s, pleasure and amusement.

Z said later she was horrified but she had no choice. When she selected the thinnest nail in the drawer Master ordered her to find a thicker one. She positioned it under Master's instructions well into the meat of my tongue and raised the hammer waiting.

"Now"

She swung the hammer brutally in a short arc and once again the single blow was sufficient to drive the steel spike cruelly through my soft, living flesh and into the timber underneath so that my body was brutally fixed to the pole completely immobile.  Despite my agony I had managed to stay almost silent and to keep my unrestrained hands in the small of my back throughout my torture.

"Open the next one", Master ordered. This time z selected the paper, unfolded it and with trembling fingers handed it to him.  "Please, Master, do it to me", she begged.

Master looked at the paper and smiled.

"Natalie, z wants to take your discipline. Without knowing what it is will you let her have it, or do you want it for yourself.  Raise your right arm to let z have it or your left if you want to keep it for yourself". I knew what I had to do.  Slowly I raised my left arm to keep the torture for myself.  "That's very good, Natalie.  Now z can tell you what you've chosen to accept".

"The lighted candle ... in the anus", she whispered. She later said she remembered the last time she had taken this punishment, the easy insertion of the candle into her behind, the rasp of the match as at was struck and the candle lit, then the long wait while it burned down.  First she could feel the warmth of the flame, then the little crackles as it started to singe her untrimmed anal hair, then... then the unbelievable agony.  The white hot pain as the flame touched the unprotected flesh between the cheeks, unbelievable, unbearable but she had no choice but to endure it.  Too terrified to scream she whimpered uncontrollably while Master, breathing heavily and his face suffused by lust, watched her face and her behind closely.  Afterwards the burn took three weeks to heal leaving a prominent purple scar of which she was intensely proud.

"Do it", Master commanded and she opened the drawer to select the candle and matches she would require, simple but incredibly cruel and effective instruments of torture.  I, secured as I was on the beam, was in an ideal position to accept the torture. She slid the blunt end of the candle gently into my behind.  It went in easily a long way as it was only about an inch in diameter and my anus was lubricated by the slime that Master and his friends had left there. When it was positioned with about an inch protruding she struck a match and lit it.

"Now kneel in front of her and hold her hands".  Master ordered.

She did so, looking up into my tormented face, my eyes were closed, but tears leaked from them while drool dribbled from my open mouth and snot dripped down in a long thread from my nose.

'Z clean her face' Master ordered.

Z moved close to me and started to lick my face, first my tears then my drool and finally even the snot oozing out of my nose.

Master moved into position at the other end of the beam so that he could watch my agony from close quarters. I knew his face was flushed and I could hear him breathing heavily, I knew he was incredibly aroused by what was being done to my helpless submissive body nailed to the pole in front of him.

I felt her hands grip mine tightly as I mouthed an unintelligible sound, ”Mmmmmmmaaahhhhhh” as my anal hair was singed and Master revealed his excitement audibly, “Oh, yes, Ohhh, yesss”. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the big pain as the naked flame seared my flesh and I gripped her arms firmly. I could feel the heat increasing steadily on the inside of my bottom cheeks but when it came it came suddenly without warning, my eyes opened wide in disbelief and her fingernails dug hard into my flesh, “AaaaahhhhhhhhAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH”, I mouthed. “Yesss”, Master shouted from behind me and I hoped that he would release me from my agony quickly but pleasure not pity was his main priority and he must have kept me suffering brutally for at least forty seconds before he blew the candle out. I had never felt such exquisite pain and I knew I would carry the scar on my behind for many years.

“Release her”, he gasped and z used the pliers to remove the nails transfixing my flesh. When she went to my behind she was shocked to see the red flesh on the inside of both cheeks already starting to peel and blister. As she gently removed the candle Master grated “Well, what do you say now, bitch”.

“Thank you master, I deserved to be taught a lesson please”.

“Good, now, z, get the thongs, she wants to get a nice set of fresh marks to finish this one off with, don’t you?”

“Yes, master, please give me a good whipping now, I shouldn’t have made any noise, I’m sorry”.

Z brought the plaited leather whip with the two thongs on the end and Master took it and cracked it a few times in the air. It was about three feet long and fairly heavy.

‘N, put your hands behind your head and face away from the audience so that they can see your back. Good, now how many do you deserve? Z, give her the dice again’.

Once again the ritual with the dice was carried out, this time I rolled a 4 and a 3, only twelve lashes.

‘Roll one again’, Master ordered. This time I got a three. ‘Three twelves makes thirty six, that sounds about right’.

‘Yes, thank you, Master’.

There was a few seconds interval while he positioned himself for best effect then he delivered the first savage stroke across my shoulders. Again the blow burned like fire, z, standing to my front left could see the pain it caused me but could do nothing about it, even if I had wanted her to. ‘One, Master, may I have the next lash’, I intoned and the next lash followed quickly, ‘Two’ …’Three’ …’Four’ … Master systematically beat me from my shoulders to my knees, the flexible lash often curling agonizingly round my body the tips biting my tits, my belly and the front of my thighs. I knew this was my lot as a slave, to endure what my Master required, willingly, without complaint. This was what I had agreed to and this was what I wanted to receive, to please Master no matter how bad the pain became, I was a slave, His slave, I deserved nothing less.

‘Now the next paper’, Master ordered me.

Obediently I selected one at random and passed it to him. He scanned it quickly and, turning to the audience announced one word, ‘Dogs’. The audience clapped and hooted, ‘Give it to the slut’, was one comment I heard, ‘Fill her dirty mouth’, was another.

‘Madam E, would you be kind enough to oblige?’ Master spoke and a tall good looking Mistress rose smiling from the audience. She was dressed in a leather outfit with a tight skirt and high heels, ‘Of course’, she said as she moved to the back of the stage and exited through a door. About thirty seconds later she returned leading a huge black dog, possibly with some great-dane in its ancestry but I was not concerned with its ancestry but rather with what hung below its belly. It seems strange to say it about a dog but it was obviously trained, experienced and expectant about what was to come. It strained forwards eagerly on the leash and already about three inches of red flesh protruded from its furry sheath in anticipation of the pleasure to come. Mistress E led it to the front of the stage and, on the instruction ‘up’, it reared its fore-paws in the air where Madam supported them so that the audience could see its massive, canine organ. By now about six inches of doggy cock were exposed and its thickness must have been at least an inch and a half. Madam supported its paws on one leather covered arm and, reaching down to its belly with the other. Expertly she slid the rest of the huge organ out exposing the ‘knot’, the swelling which dogs’ cocks have, at least five inches in diameter. Having exposed her pet she pushed the sheath back even further and encircled it with her fingers behind the knot to emphasise its monstrous size, a ripple of applause ran around the audience.

‘What do you think of that tool, n?’ Master asked.

‘It’s, it’s ….. incredible’, I replied, my eyes fixed in fascination on the monster.

‘Would you like it in you?

‘I …. I don’t know if I could take it’, I whispered.

‘Well, don’t worry, we’ll preserve your tight pussy for a later date. What you are to do is to fondle it, lick it and suck it until he is going crazy for it, make sure you don’t hurt him. Stop when I tell you’.

‘Yes, Master’.

Mistress E lowered the beast to the floor and I got down on all fours and, with some apprehension, lowered my head below its belly. I need not have worried, the dog was well trained and very docile and obviously very eager to get on with the action. Up close its tool seemed even more monstrous but, knowing I had no option, I gently licked the very tip learning what a dog tasted like. After a few seconds I started to run my tongue down the full length of the cock and over the surface of the huge bulge making the whole organ slippery with my saliva which shortly began to mix with the canine pre-cum which was now oozing copiously from its tip. As I gained more confidence I opened my mouth and slid the organ between my lips taking it as far as I could into my mouth until my lips reached the bulge. I used my tongue on its shaft and moved my head back and forward so that my lips slid along its shaft. By now my mouth was full of a mixture of my own saliva and doggy slime and the stimulation was causing the beast to arch its back in the fuck reflex, was it going to come in my mouth?

I need not have worried on that score, ‘Enough, n’, Master grated, I released it and withdrew. ‘Would anyone like their slave to service Pluto? Master asked the audience. After a few seconds a burly Master rose and approached leading a small, rather slender girl in her middle twenties wearing only a heavy leather belt round her waist. The girl was clearly apprehensive about her fate and, as the Master drew her onto the stage she voiced her apprehension. ‘Please, Master …..’ was as far as she got. ‘Be silent, bitch, it’s about time you were introduced to Pluto. After all, someone has to give him his relief, it would be cruel to keep him waiting’.

‘Yes, Master, I’m sorry, please forgive me, I would love to provide what he needs’.

‘And you shall, you shall’.

He led slave b, for that was her name, to a low bench and helped her to lower herself onto her back. ‘Do I need to tie you bitch?’

‘No, Master, I can stay still’.

‘Well make sure you do, and make sure you keep your legs apart for him’.

He withdrew a pace or two and Mistress E lead Pluto over to the supine slave. Once again he clearly knew what to do and he quickly mounted his front legs on the bench on either side of the prostrate slut. Mistress E quickly and expertly guided his rampant organ to the exposed entrance to b’s vagina and the dog did the rest. B groaned audibly as the huge, but fortunately well lubricated, organ slid into her sensitive orifice. I could see that Pluto’s now vigorous thrusts were penetrating further and further until the knot was pushing against her entrance. Suddenly she cried out in agony as the knot stretched the opening violently, her head rolled from side to side as the dog, naturally, intent only in its own lustful gratification thrust violently and painfully into her most intimate and sensitive feminine part.

‘Quiet, bitch, or you’ll be sorry’, b’s Master promised.

From where I knelt I could see her face, she was crying as she moaned and continued to roll her head from side to side but, despite her suffering, she stayed prone on her back and kept her thighs widely spread as she had been instructed. After a few minutes of unremitting and brutal humping Pluto approached his climax, his thrusting became ever faster and more brutal and b, unable to endure the assault on her cunt in silence, began to cry out clearly, ‘Oh, God, …..oh, God, ……..no, ……..no, …… please …..nooooooooooo’. With a series of massive thrusts Pluto completed his gratification, and dismounted, his massive member, trapped in b’s cunt by the tightness of the knot, was now twisted backwards between his legs as Mistress E quickly held his head and petted him. ‘Good, boy, that was good, yes, is she hurting you? Stupid bitch’. This went on for a couple of minutes until Pluto had subsided enough to slide out of b leaving her lying exhausted on the bench. Master instructed me to clean Pluto’s cock and I returned to my position under his belly to perform this duty with my tongue. As I did so I heard b’s Master berating her.

‘Stupid bitch, can’t you do a simple dog fuck without creating a scene and embarrassing me? I told you what would happen if you let me down.’

‘No, please Master, I’m sorry, no, noooo ……..’ Then a drawn out scream as Master did something very cruel and intensely painful to her.

‘What do you say now, bitch?’

‘I, … I’m sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to let you down. I’m glad you’ve taken the trouble to punish me, I deserve it. I hope you will give me a proper punishment when we get home’.

‘We’ll see if I can be bothered, bitch’.

Having cleaned Pluto master ordered me to suck the doggy cum from b’s twat and, as I knelt between her still spread thighs, I saw why she had screamed. Her master had pushed a short but thick piercing needle completely through her clitoris and left it in place. As I licked her slimy cunt I was careful not to stab myself on her new body jewellery.

I later learned that b’s Master had taken her home and beaten her with a dog whip until she fainted then, a fortnight later, he had returned to Mistress E’s and b was required to satisfied four dogs, including Pluto again, in her cunt and her arsehole. In this way she showed that she was obedient and only existed to satisfy his every wish.

Master now turned to the audience, ’Ladies and gentleman, I’m sure you appreciate n’s suffering for you. To give her a short rest before the highlight of the evening I’m now going to offer you slave z. Slave z, as you may have observed, is somewhat deficient in the tit department and, when I opined that this was a pity as it made it almost impossible to give her a tit hang, she suggested that, to overcome this problem and, at the same time to punish her for this shortcoming, I should put flesh-hooks into her tits and hang her from those. Z, are you ready to be hung now to amuse our friends?’

‘Yes, Master, I’m ready to be tested’.

‘Very well, I invite Mistress G to help as she has a lot of experience at using flesh hooks …. Mistress G.’

A big and very fat woman approached the stage from the audience. She had on a leather outfit which left her heavy tits and belly bare and her sex was covered with a thick coarse mat of pubic hair which ran in a line up her fat belly. A ripple of applause ran round the room and Mistress G took charge of z. First she had z bring her the flesh hooks and a ball gag and leather blindfold. The flesh hooks were large, stainless steel hooks only slightly smaller than butchers hooks but very sharp at one end with a sturdy eye at the other, a sort of oversize fish hook, they looked very, very cruel. She fitted z with the blindfold while z kept her arms behind her in the slave posture. Then she positioned z facing the audience so that everyone had a good view of the extreme cruelty which was about to take place. She looked expectantly at Master and he, eager for the torture to begin, spoke to z.

‘Are you ready, z?’

‘Yes, Master’.

‘Ask for it then’.

‘Please, Master, will you be so considerate as to have my tits skewered with the flesh hooks so that I may take a tit hang for your enjoyment and your friends amusement’.

‘Go ahead, G’.

G then fitted Z with the ball gag firmly buckled in place then she went to the table and selected the flesh-hooks. She approached z with a hook in her hand and, gripping the flesh of her left breast she pinched it up and placed the tip of the hook against the fold of flesh in her hand. She looked first at Master who nodded then back at the job in hand, z’s tit. Slowly but with considerable power she brutally forced the tip of the hook into the yielding flesh. Z’s head jerked back in agony but no sound escaped the gag. I watched enthralled as the hook pierced the tender breast flesh and began to protrude from the surface of the tit on the other side of the fold of flesh. The hook slid through and G placed a clip over its end so that it could not slip out of the pierced flesh. Then she took a second hook and in the same manner pierced the other side of z’s left tit and, in quick succession used two more hooks to pierce similar positions on the right breast leaving z with four hooks through her flesh. Then, with another glance at Master, she clipped the ends of a sturdy chain to the eyes in the hooks, attached it to another chain which was fixed to a windlass near the ceiling and began to slowly wind the handle. Gradually the slack was pulled out of the chain, z began to feel the awful tension in her tits and stood on her tip toes until finally, able to stretch upwards no longer, her feet left the floor and her body was suspended by her tits in what could only be unimaginable pain.

‘Is that what you wanted, z?’ asked Master.

Z, unable to speak or cry out with the ball gag in her mouth, nodded her head. Her body swung freely from her hideously stretched tits, despite her agony she kept her hands behind her in the slave position.

‘Master, can I have that too?’, I blurted. I could scarcely believe it was my voice asking. ‘My tits are too small to hang by, the hooks would be …. appropriate’.

‘Do you think you can take it?’ Master growled, his voice husky with lustful excitement. Whether it was the sight of z hanging in agony or the thought of me joining her in similar agony I couldn’t tell.

‘I …. I would like to try’.

‘What do our audience think?’ he spoke loudly and was quickly answered by several voices.

‘Give it to her if she wants it’.

‘Hang the bitch’.

‘Let her swing by her tits’, this one from a female Mistress who obviously liked the idea very much.

‘Very well, …. G, would you be so kind as to oblige us again’.

G came forward again and repeated the procedure she had imposed on z but this time I was experiencing it instead of just watching. She did exactly the same things forcing four flesh hooks agonisingly through my tiny breasts. The pain was incredible and I could not remain completely silent. ‘Nnngghhhh ……… Aaahhhhhhhhh’. Meaningless sounds of female agony as I endured the mutilation while I watched Master’s face suffuse with lust and gradually become more and more red as he watched my torture eagerly. I was gratified to suffer knowing it increased his pleasure so much.

Finally the four hooks were in place with a trickle of blood running down my tits from each one. Madame G hooked me to another winch and slowly drew me upwards by my breasts like z. The awful pain of the hooks increased steadily as the chains dragged upwards, without the ball gag stifling my cries I would surely have screamed like a girl. As my feet left the floor my head went back, my eyes bulged, my fingernails dug into the flesh of my forearms behind my back and I thought I was going to faint. Luckily I remained conscious to experience the agony which z had already endured and both of us were left hanging for several minutes while the audience chatted amongst themselves. As we swung round z came into my view and was clearly suffering exquisitely, I assumed that anyone looking at me could see the same agony in my face and the rigid posture of my suspended body.

After about ten minutes Master had us both lowered and our brutalised breasts were checked and cleaned by a doctor who pronounced that no permanent damage had been caused to either slave and, if required, we should be able to repeat the performance within a month. Master allowed us a small respite to recover before continuing my initiation during which Mistress J pierced the cock head of her male slave so that she could insert a barbell from side to side. After he endured this stoically she forced a long hat pin through his testicles from side to side which he also endured without complaint. Then it was my turn again.

‘Mistresses and Masters, it’s now time for n to continue your evening’s entertainment. The time has come for her to receive the mark of ownership, my mark. This is the first method I have chosen’. He held up a steel disc like a dog tag which was attached to a barbell about an inch long. He had me placed on my back on a bench with my legs apart and my cunt facing the audience. Straps were place above my knees so that I could not move my legs and my head was raised on a block so that I could see what was happening to me. I realised that I was about to be pierced so that the steel could impale my flesh and I could see that the barbell and the needles waiting on the tray were about three millimetres thick, I hoped I could take it in silence. On Master’s instruction I requested him to place his mark of ownership on me and he showed me the tag with ‘slave n’ on one side and ‘Owned by Master Q’ on the other. Then he took one of the thick piercing needles and he had z spread my labia and hold me open while he rubbed my clit. ‘God’, I thought, ‘he’s going to pierce my clit like slave p’, but the thought only served to excite me and I knew he could pierce me anywhere he wished and I would welcome the pain. In a very short time my clit had swollen to its fully erect state and the procedure began.

He placed the tip of the needle against the bottom of my hard, swollen erection and spoke to the eagerly watching audience. ‘I’m about to pierce n’s clit vertically using a twelve gauge needle. I will do it slowly to maximise her …. sensation, I’m sure she will appreciate my consideration’.

He applied pressure increasing gradually but remorseless and my sensation grew from discomfort to pain to agony as the needle penetrated my most sensitive, female flesh and I watched with horrified but excited eyes as it slid further and further into me. I could see from the direction of the needle shaft that he intended to do a long, deep piercing and after two or three minutes of intense sensation I was elated to see the flesh of my pubis pushed up in a sharp peak from below by the tip of the needle. In a short time the sharp end protruded fully from my mound and he slid the steel needle out leaving the sheath in place. He passed the barbell down from the top, drew the sheath out of my flesh and screwed the lower part of the barbell, together with the name tag, in place, I was now officially marked as his property. I felt an intense thrill of pride that, from now on, anyone who looked at me would know I was owned by Master just as any domestic or farm animal is marked by its owner.

‘Now, n, you will carry my tag from now on but as we both realise you can remove it if you wish. I also want you to carry my mark permanently so that you cannot remove it, you have the choice of a tattoo or …. the hot iron’.

My mouth was dry, I could hardly speak but I managed a whisper. ‘Master, it’s not for me to say, you can choose whichever you wish’. I was terrified but I hoped he would choose the iron.

‘Yes, n, I can, but I want you to choose freely’.

‘Thank you, Master, I … I … I think I would choose the iron’. I had said it, I could not go back now. A low buzz went round the audience.

‘Very well, as you have chosen the more … shall we say demanding method you can also choose where you want the mark placed’.

‘I think on my behind, so that when you are using me or beating me there you can see it. And if you have me used by others they also can see the mark of ownership’. I could see he was pleased by my response and I wanted to please him more.

‘May I presume to make a further request, Master?’

‘What is it?’

‘I would be glad if you would also mark me with my status across the bottom of my belly’.

‘Which is?’

‘SLAVE, Master, across my belly’.

‘You realise that, once I have granted your request there is no turning back? If you want to change your mind after your arse is done, well …. It’s too late, the decision has been made.

‘Yes, Master, I understand but I still want it’.

‘Very well, I grant your request’.

Z brought the equipment, a large electric soldering iron with  sets of replaceable tips in the shape of the letters of the alphabet. The sets were in several sizes from about half an inch high to about two inches high. Master selected his initials, Q and C and placed the first onto the iron then switched it on. While it was heating up he had me bend over a table and z secured me tightly with straps across my hips and round my upper thighs just below my crotch to prevent me jerking when the iron touched my flesh and spoiling the placing of the mark. After about ten minutes Master tested the iron by pressing it against a damp cloth, it hissed loudly and a surge of adrenalin flooded my veins.

‘Are you ready, n?’

‘Yes, Master’

‘Ask for it’

‘Please, Master, would you be so kind as to place your mark permanently on my undeserving body’.

As I completed the sentence the most awful agony surged through my buttocks as the first brand was placed on my upper left cheek.

‘One, two, three’, Master intoned before jerking the iron away.

I bit my lip until it bled to stifle the scream and my finger nails dug into the sides of the table.

He used a pair of pliers to remove the Q and fit the C onto the hot iron and then waited for the new letter to heat up to working temperature. When he was satisfied it was ready he used it to sear another mark, this time into my right, upper cheek. Tears ran freely but silently down my cheeks as I controlled my response to the intense agony I had freely chosen to experience.

Next I was released, turned over and strapped down again. As I turned over I saw Master changing the letter for a slightly smaller A about an inch high. Now I could look down  my belly and see the beautiful mutilations that I craved so eagerly as they were being carried out on my flesh.

A few minutes for operating temperature to be reached then the iron approached the sensitive flesh of my lower belly. I felt the heat for a brief moment before the agony exploded again and letter A was permanently placed in the centre just an inch above my pubis. In quick succession the letters were changed, heated and applied. Each time the agony penetrated to the centre of my consciousness, I watched as if through a fog until the fifth letter completing the word was placed indelibly. Z wiped the blood from my lips and chin, I had hardly been aware of biting my lip repeatedly each time I received a new letter but I had the gratification of knowing I had not screamed even once during my ordeal.

After this Master had me checked again by the doctor who pronounced me exhausted but not seriously damaged. Z cleaned me up and Master presented me to the audience who clapped politely. My last duty was to sign my slave contract with Master as a record of my intention and desire to embrace the institution of slavery of my own free will. Thus ended the evenings formalities. For the interested reader I hope to report subsequent events in a later story.