Geek's Toy

By Asha

I knew it had been a bad day because M.H. had been at work all day with viruses, hijacker's, and poison scripts going rampant in the company he works for. His IM's practically dripped with venom—he needed to hurt something and since he couldn't get a hold of the script kiddies who sent out these vile threats, he turned to me, his Geek Toy.

I'm useful for that sort of thing. I'm here when he gets home so that he has someone to vent to, or at. Sometimes it's just talking but on days like today it's more like "on."

I was on I.M.s with him when he growled "I need to release some energy tonight, it's been one of those days." I knew what he meant; I was to meet him at the bus with my cuffs and collar on, no underwear under the sun dress, and drive him straight home. Once at home, I'll be stripped and he'll get to do what he needs to do to work out the stress of his day.

And later….

I'm supposed to type this up as a reminder of why I'm his toy. I belong to him and he gets to treat his toys the way he wants to. And that is what I am; his Geek toy, his slut to be used when he needs a release from stress of a workday.

He was in a mood when he got off the bus. I could tell. His eyes looked not at my face but my neck when he got into the car, checking to see that I obeyed him with wearing the collar. I had; which was good for me since I would not have wanted to get into any worse situation than I would be in normally. As we drove the few blocks home, he rubbed my neck and pulled at my hair, teasing me that he was going to be rough because he needed an outlet.

We pulled up and went into the house. I stepped in and he pulled up the dress even before shutting the door all the way. Our house is on a busy street and I worry that I was seen; he didn't care. My hands were clipped together behind me and he ran his hands over my tits and between my legs. The growl he let out as he did it told me he was slipping into the primal animal master that he liked to have come out when he had been stressed as he was. I was slapped on the ass, hard, and then dragged to the couch. He pulled down his pants and pushed me to my knees, pushing his cock into my mouth. His hand twisted my hair and pushed my head up and down, making me suck him off at his speed. He pulled me off his cock, slapped me, and put my head back over his cock again; growling that I was to suck harder. I drooled as I sucked, keeping up with the pace as he fucked my lips. He finally came into my mouth, shooting his cum deep into my throat. He pulled my face off his cock and pulled me to my feet. He dragged me to the table and put me up on my hands and feet. He then pulled my wrists to my ankles, pulling me up and back to expose my ass at a position where it was easy to reach. He pulled out the small, round plastic paddle and started working on my ass cheeks, hitting hard and soft at different speeds to keep me from being able to tell when and how he would strike. He kept this up for almost ten minutes; until my ass glowed a deep, cherry red; then he stopped and rested for a moment, poking my ass and my clit with his fingers.

I was wet, despite the pain. I groaned as he rubbed and pinched my swollen clit; it felt good to be touched. He smiled and then flicked it with his finger, hitting it hard. I flinched.

He then picked up the cane and started working my ass over with it. He would hit me 10 times, spacing out the hits to be parallel with each other, each as hard as the other but not too hard: not yet anyway. Then he stopped, picked up the paddle, hit me 10 times on each cheek as if to rub in the marks from the cane, and then picked up the cane and hit me 10 more times, harder this time. He repeated this for a full 10 times or 100 strokes. My ass felt as if it was going to come off, it hurt so badly. He finished the last 10 cane strokes and pulled out his belt and gave me 10 very hard smacks with this; making me cry with each stroke. My ass was a large, red mass of welts and bruises when he finished; I knew I would not be easily sitting down for a few days.

Once he was finished with that, he put the ball gag in my mouth, put on the blindfold, and made me stand up. I felt a chair being pushed under me, between my legs; the back of the chair in front of me. I recognized it as the wooden chair from our old desk. I was pushed down, the larger dildo pushing into my cunt and the smaller one pushing into my ass as I sat. The whipping I took made sitting very uncomfortable. My legs were pulled back and clipped behind the front legs of the chair. My arms were pulled back and a take-up strap clipped to the ring on the cuffs, passed down around the cross-bar of the chair legs, and back to the rings and tightened to pull my arms down and together. He then took his belt and put it around my elbows, tightening them together uncomfortably. This had the effect of making me sit up straight and pushing out my chest.

My ample breasts were put over the back of the chair and my torso strapped to the back of the chair to prevent my pulling away. My breasts were now open to whatever he wanted to do, while my pussy and ass were stuffed with the dildos. Blindfolded, I had no idea what he was going to do but the sound of the cane cutting the air gave me a brief warning just before it slapped down on my breasts. I moaned, the pain shooting through my bare tits. He chuckled and screwed the nipple clamps to my nipples, crushing them. Then he went to work whipping my breasts and occasionally amusing himself trying to whip off the clips. This went on for several minutes as I moaned and screamed behind the gag. I could not pull away and I could not see him to tell when, or if, he would be finished. I was burning on my ass, burning on my tits, and my ass felt like it was stretched out.

He finally finished amusing himself with my tits and jerked off the clips as I screamed in pain. It took a couple of minutes to settle down but he was patient with me; he knew I would scream, that's why he gagged me. No sense in having the cops called because I could not keep quiet, he said.

Next he decided to amuse me, or at least that is what he said. I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I soon found out. He released me long enough to stretch me out on the yoke; made out of PVC pipe with a rope through it and clips tied to the ropes at each end of the rope. The middle of the pipe had been cut out and the rope passed through a clip in the middle as well. The middle clip attached to my collar ring at the base of my neck and the two end clips attached to my wrist rings. I could not pull my hands together or move them very far.

He then used the other PVC spreader bar, made just like the one that was the yoke, to pull my feet wide apart after he laid me down. He then pulled out something and waved it under my nose. I smelled the distinct smell of ginger. He was going to fig me! I began to panic; this always got my attention. He had found the website on figging: http://www.figging.com/, and had read it with interest. He cut the ginger and, raising my legs over my head, rubbed it on my asshole and on my clit. It started to burn almost immediately and I could not wiggle to stop the pain. He then turned on what sounded like my vibrator and placed it on my clit, taping it on my belly with duct tape so it would not move. Now my cit was burning and the buzzing was making me nuts at the same time. I wiggled but couldn't dislodge the vibrator and I didn't want to because my body was saying it wanted to come. I was going nuts!

I started sweating and trying to rub my burning cunt harder and harder on the vibrator. My ass was hurting, my tits stung (and he reached over and popped those clips on them again, damn it!) and I needed to come bad! He picked up the little cat-of-tails and started flicking them on my thighs and belly, more gently than he had whipped the rest of me but still getting my attention away from my swelling and hungry clit. Every so often he would pull my legs up and rub my asshole with the ginger again, renewing the burn.

Finally I exploded. I could not help myself. I couldn't see him, I could only focus on my ass, cunt, clit, nipples, and the occasional flick of the whip as I came and came. Finally there would be release and I could rest.

But he had other ideas. He wasn't finished playing with his toy. He left the vibrator on, still buzzing on my clit and took the clips off my nipples, which exploded again. I kept cumming and cumming, riding the wave of the orgasms deeper and deeper. Finally I was spent and the buzzing of the vibrator against my clit and the burning on my asshole became painful and I wanted out, bad! I tried to wiggle, to pull off the vibrator, to stop the pain any way I could but he laughed and told me to stay still. I tried to stay still, the buzz becoming more and more painful. He slapped me with the whip and told me that he would let me go when I came, one more time. I couldn't! I tried and tried but the body didn't want to come again. I was spent and my cunt could not be forced to come again. He whipped me harder on my thighs, the whip cutting into my skin. He hit my breasts a bit and then finally took off the vibrator. I relaxed; sweat glistening off my skin. I still couldn't see him, my jaws ached from the ball gag, and I hoped he was finally satisfied.

He released my arms and legs and took out the gag. He left the blindfold on and the collar and cuffs clipped at my back. I was told to lick feet as he relaxed, watching television. When it was time to eat supper, I was fed by hand, just enough to give me nourishment but kept blindfolded and naked, hands bound behind me.

Finally it was time for bed. I was led into the room, laid down, legs clipped together and hands clipped together in front of me, still blindfolded. He slapped my ass, bringing fire again, and then kissed me.

"Good night, toy. I like playing with you." He settled down to sleep, I heard him turn off the light and felt him cover me up.

I slept next to him, a treasured Geek's Toy.

Geek Toy—The Outing

By Asha

Oh, I screwed up this time. Master IM'ed me as he finished up at work and asked me if I had finished the chores he had assigned for the day. I had gotten most of them finished but had taken a break from them to let the floor dry and got lost in my Internet surfing.

Now I was caught and he was going to be home in 20 minutes, way too little time to get the list finished. I had just enough time to get the cleaning supplies put up and get ready to greet him when he walked in.

I heard the car drive up and dropped to my knees, head to floor, hands behind me. I knew better than to look up as he walked in, put down the keys and the laptop bag and went into the bathroom. He had not said a word to me at all. I heard the toilet flush and he came back in, still ignoring me. My knees were beginning to ache and my arms were becoming hard to hold in their position, and he knew it. He watched the evening news before he sat up and called me forward. I started to get up and he said “no, on your knees.” I crawled over and put my forehead on his feet.

He put his hand in my hair and pulled my face up to look at him. I could see the disapproval on his face. “I told you to get your work done and you decided to ignore my wishes, again. I need to take care of your willful disobedience, and I will, but first I want something to eat. I want you to go get dressed. Put on that black dress we bought recently, stockings but no underwear. I want you to overdo the makeup just a bit; nothing outlandish but something that will call attention to your face. Use that blood-red lipstick. You have exactly 30 minutes to get it done and be out here to go. And, wear the 4-inch locking pumps.”

I said yes sir and started to get up. He pushed me back down and told me to crawl into the bedroom. I could only walk out in the outfit he had defined. I rushed through the getting ready. I put the makeup on my nipples, my pussy lips as I know he likes; I applied the perfume and then I slipped on the hose and the garter. I felt naked without the underwear. The dress went on over that, cut low and almost too open—my breasts were very visible and my nipple pushed against the fabric. It was also very short and I could feel the hem brushing against the bottom of the garters. If I moved, I would show everything.

Next came the makeup. I knew what he wanted; a slut for supper. I carefully applied my regular foundation but then I added a bit darker blush, more eye makeup, and finally that blood-red lipstick he had ordered. I then put on the 4-inch pumps and locked them into place with the little gold locks. When I stood up, my legs were very long and straining to hold me. I carefully toddled out to meet him.

He was standing near the bar and drinking a scotch. His eyes looked at me and assessed what I was wearing like he would assess a piece of meat. He took me by the hand and pulled me toward him. He put his hand in my dress and fondled my breast roughly, twisting the nipple around until it stood up. He then put his hand under my skirt and put a finger into my pussy. I sagged, moaning at the intrusion. My skin flushed as my pussy began to heat and get wet. He pulled his finger out and stuffed it in my mouth. I licked it clean and then he reached into his pocket and put a small, jeweled dog-collar on my wrist and locked it with another small gold lock. Then he snapped a matching leash on it and lead me from the house.

We drove for several miles. He had me finger my pussy but did not let me come. As we neared the restaurant, he had me wipe the pussy juice on my neck like perfume. I could smell my juices.

It was a small Italian restaurant, one of those little hole-in-the-wall places that had the lights a bit low and a regular clientele. I didn't know anyone in there, which was good because he lead me through the restaurant to a back table with the leash like a prized pet. Everyone was watching us, especially the men. The women looked rather shocked, the men looked almost hungry to see someone like me on a leash. Master made me sit facing the room so they could see me. I was instructed to sit with my legs apart so they could also see up my dress if they so wished to peek just under the tablecloth. He ordered wine and pasta for us and then had me finger myself again. I kept this up until our dinner arrived. The waiter caught me doing it and leered at me. I could tell he was wishing he could get me alone and I blushed.

After we ate, Master started chatting with the manager. It seemed he was a bit unhappy with the bill for the drinks. I couldn't hear the entire conversation from where I had been placed but soon Master came over and lead me by the leash into the back of the restaurant and a mall office just off the store room.

“Toy, I want you to kneel down, pull your dress up to your neck, and unzip Mr. Corelli's pants and suck his cock.” He said this like he was ordering desert. I was horrified, he had never requested anything like that prior to tonight. I hesitated, fearing what he was asking and got slapped across the face for the hesitation.

“NOW.” I sunk to my knees, pulled up my dress, pulled down the manager's zipper and his cock sprang out of hi clothes. I took his swollen cock and ran my tongue around the shaft, tasting his fluid as it rose. He didn't need a second encouragement; he took one of my breasts in one hand and squeezed hard while twining his fingers into my hair and fucking my mouth hard. I gagged on him numerous times before he spewed his fluid down my throat. I managed to swallow every drop as he continued to assault my breast one last time. Spent, he pulled back and fastened his pants.

I thought that was probably the end of it but I dared not move. Master laughed at my hesitation and called in our waiter, who proceeded to do the exact thing his manager had just done. He pounded my face with his cock and held my head so I could not escape. After he finished, he called in the other waiter and I repeated the process again.

When we were finished, I was allowed to stand and pull down my dress but not smooth or comb my hair or rinse my mouth. Master took my leash and lead me, disheveled, back through the restaurant and out to the waiting car. I was placed in the car and we drove off into the night but not toward home.

I was not sure where we were headed until we pulled up in the parking lot of a tattoo and piercing parlor. I was taken out of the car and lead, again, into the shop. I began to sweat, I had no idea what Master had in mind for this turn of events As I looked through the pictures, I wondered what he was going to do to me this time and really wondered why I had not finished the list of chores he had warned me about. He had discussed both a tattoo and piercing and I wasn't sure what he was thinking with this stop, neither appealed to me as an option.

I was not privy to his discussions, however. Before he spoke to anyone, I was lead to a corner and told to face it with my hands on my head and my legs spread apart. I was to keep silent and not move, no matter what happened. I was to close my eyes and to think about what happened at the restaurant. He knew that thought would be making me hot and the fact that my ass was almost uncovered in that dress, coupled with the spiked heels would be a come-on to the guys hanging around the parlor. I shivered.

While Master asked to meet with someone, I stood there and waited, listening to the sounds of people walking around and talking behind me. I could feel people walking up close to me to examine me and wondering why I was not moving. One guy reached out and patted my ass and laughed when I didn't move but blushed deep red from the foreign touch. He reached around and cupped my breast through the dress and squeezed it hard. I winced and thought about moving but knew Master was probably watching me and stood still. Finally, a hand slipped under my dress and I felt a finger move toward my cunt. I wished I could close my legs but I knew better than to move. I felt a large drop of pussy juice run down my leg and down my stockings and I knew that others in the room had seen it too. I dared not move.

Master took his time coming over to rescue me from the gathering group of horny men at my backside. He took the leash and led me through them to the counter where he had a set of papers and a pen. “Sign these, don't read them, I know what is in the and I approve of the procedure but the state insists on your signature so sign them, NOW.”

I really wanted to read them, to find out what he had decided but I knew any delay in the signing would just add to the punishment so I picked up the pen and signed my name. He produced my driver's license from his wallet and presented it to the guy behind the counter who copied it for his files. Master then handed several bills to the guy and I was led by the leash into a back room.

As the guy started pulling out instruments and stuff from a cabinet and an autoclave, I was told to strip off the dress and stand with my hands on my head. I was totally naked except for my stockings and garter in front of this stranger, my shaved pussy leaking pussy juice. I started to close my eyes again but a swift slap on my ass from Master told me he wanted them open.

The guy who was going to do whatever it was to me turned to face me. He smiled and walked up, putting both of his hand on my breasts and squeezing them and rubbing the nipples until they were hard.

“She's a pretty thing. I think the modifications are going to be a big asset to her.” He leered as he marked the nipples with ink. It was then that I realized I would be going home with pierced nipples. I had not counted on this and really didn't feel ready to deal with them but I also knew that tonight was not going to be the night to argue with him.

After marking the nipples and making sure they were even, the piercer picked up the clamp and attached it to the hard little nub on my left breast. The pressure hurt but not as badly as I had ever had. Then he took a large needle and pushed it through the nub, added a bar and drew the needle back through it. A ball was threaded onto the bar and one nipple was pierced. I didn't faint but it hurt. He then replayed the action on the right breast, adding a bar to that nipple.

My endorphins went into overdrive and I flushed. I got light headed and began to sway in the heels and had to catch myself with one of my hands. Master took note of it and cleared his throat, reminding me to put the hand back on top of my head. I steadied myself and stood still so they could examine my breasts and my newly pierced nipples to make sure they were even.

Once they were done, I was told to sit down on the table and lay back. I was put into stirrups like I was at the gynecologist's office. It was then that it dawned on me that he wasn't going to stop with my nipples, he was going to pierce something else as well and I began to panic. We had never talked about piercing anything but my nipples and I was terrified about doing anything to my pussy. I started to bolt upright but got slapped sharply in the face.

“Did I say move, slut? Lay back and settle down. I want this done and you're going to damned well deal with it.” He growled at me. I did as he said, rubbing my face where his hand had landed. He then pulled my hands up above my head and took out some rope from behind the table and quickly tied my hands to the top of the table. I was pulled down to the bottom of the table and my legs were tied to the stirrups. Another tie went over my hips and another tie was put just under my breasts. I was totally secured to the table. He then reached down and flicked the still-tender nipple and I yelped.

“Little slut, you need to mind your manners and be quiet. We will be done in a few minutes. I expect you to be quiet while this man does his work.” Master's tone was firm and gave no room for me to object. I felt myself beginning to panic and fought to calm myself by concentrating on breathing.

Something cold was wiped on my cunt, cleansing it from the pussy juices I had leaked during the evening. It then heated a bit and stung and I knew it was something with alcohol in it. I felt his hands on each pussy lip and he marked each near the top and then clamped the lip and pushed through the needle and a 10-gauge ring was pushed through. I felt the ring being pushed into place with the pliers and knew it was in my body for good. The rings felt heavy in my skin and felt like they would jingle when I walked.

Then I felt him pulling on my clit hood and began to panic anew. The labia piercing were bad enough, they hurt and had taken the attention off my hurting nipples but the very idea of having a piece of metal pushed through my clit hood sent me into a blind panic. I started to shake my head from side to side but a flick of a finger from Master on my nipple not only stopped the shaking but also elicited a yelp of pain from my lips even as I fought to keep from doing so. The disapproval in his eyes showed that I had stepped over that line once again.

I felt the clamp push down on the hood of my clit and began to hyperventilate. I felt the needle start in and began to scream. Master put his hand over my mouth to stop the scream and watched as the piercer pushed the metal through my sensitive clit hood. He then pushed a large 10-gauge ring through the hole and secured it with the pliers. He stopped the bleeding that had started around the piercing and then slapped my thigh.

“Slut, you did ok. You're done, for the moment.” He smiled and flicked the ring in my clit hood, making me yelp. I couldn't pull away and I looked up at Master, who was examining the handiwork and talking about aftercare and how long it would be before I could be used again. He told the piercer he wanted to be able to use the rings in my cunt as a leash attaching point and wanted to know when that would be possible.

I was feeling more and more uncomfortable. I realized that I had not been able to piss since before we left home for the night. I asked Master if I could go to the restroom and he told me that he wanted me to piss where I was, if I had to go I had to do it there and let it just go wherever. I tried to hold it for a while during their talk and I finally had to give in and piss, the warm liquid leaking out of my sore pussy and down the table onto the floor.

It was then that I heard clapping. I swiveled my head to see that the entire upper part of the room was full of guys and their dates; those people who had seen me in the lobby of the parlor were all watching me lay there pissing myself. I had no idea which of them had felt me up and I had no idea how long they had been standing there. Two of the guys had their girlfriends with them and one of them had his girl on her knees, his hand in her hair as she watched my discomfort at being watched by everyone while I pissed myself. The other girl looked like she wanted to run away but her boyfriend had her by the arm and a hand on her tit. I could tell she was horrified and disgusted by me and by the whole situation.

Master undid my bonds and pulled me up to a sitting position. The room spun just a bit as I tried to adjust to the new weight in my breasts and pussy. Once my head cleared, Master pulled me to my feet and then handed me a mop and the bucket, “You need to clean up the mess you made so get to it.”

He and the piercer walked out of the room and left me to clean the floor. I found that mopping was not that easy while wearing 4-inch heels and new piercing. I mopped and then cleaned the table until the piss was gone and the area dry. Some of the people had drifted out of the room but the couples had stayed to watch me. The guy with the horrified girlfriend had pulled her sweater up and had pulled away her bra to play with her nipples while holding her close. He kept whispering to her that he was going to do that to her, that she would be naked and mopping up her own piss soon. The girl on the floor just stared at me as her boyfriend rubbed his crotch on the back of her head.

Master came back with the piercer just as I finished. He checked my work and then pushed me to my knees. “You know what you need to do to thank him for his work, right?” he said. I swallowed, nodded, and unzipped the piercer's fly. No one had left the room, the two couples were watching me intensely as his cock rose out of his pants and I started to lick it. I worked my tongue over his shaft and around his Prince Albert, playing lightly with the ring as I worked on bringing his cock into my mouth. He grabbed my head and forced his cock deep into my throat. It felt like the ring caught on my uvula and I started to retch, feeling the bile rise in my throat. But before I could vomit, he thrust down my throat again, cutting off the rising bile and the air as well. He kept thrusting, using my hair as a control, until he finally spewed his cum down my throat. Once he was spent, he drew out and rubbed the last of his spunk on my face as if to claim it for his own.

I looked over and saw the two girls giving their guys blowjobs as well. The one girl who was very freaked out with everything was being held against the wall with her boyfriend standing over her, hair in hands, being forced to take his cock in her mouth. Her cries were rising and falling with every thrust. The other girl was lapping at her guys' balls, his cock in her hand as she rubbed his shaft. He started to thrust and then pulled her face up, spewing his cum all over her face.

“Sir, you seem to have a mess there.” My master said to the young man. “Perhaps my slut could give you a hand with cleaning it up.” He smiled and indicated that I could lick his cum off his slut's face. The young man smiled and offered his slut to me. I crawled over and started to lick the cum off her face. The other guy pulled his girl over on her knees and pushed her head toward the face I was cleaning and made her lick as well. We worked on licking all the cum off the third girl's face, and I started paying attention to licking it off her lips and attempting to kiss her at the same time, knowing that Master loved watching me kiss women.

This must have gotten him hot because Master turned and asked the young man who had the young novice slut if he could have her service him and his cock. The girl looked up, terrified that she would be given to this older man who obviously relished punishing girls. Her boyfriend said “yes, go ahead and do what you want to the slut,” and shoved her toward him.

Master pulled her up and dragged her toward the table. He bent her over it and tied her hands at the top. Then he dragged her jeans down around her ankles and started slapping her ass as he pushed his fingers in her pussy. She started to cry and he smiled. He found that her pussy started to get wet and he pulled out his cock and stuffed it into the pussy. She started to whimper as he drove into her again and again. She was helpless to stop him. Her boyfriend kept rubbing himself and finally pulled me over and rammed his cock down my throat until he came a second time. He didn't last long and he finished about the same time as my master did. He told me not to swallow as he came and then told me to go to her and kiss her and give her boyfriend's cum to her to drink. I could tell she had never done anything like this before but I also knew she was going to be learning the ways of the owned slut and I went to her and kissed her deeply. I had a hard time parting her lips with my tongue and holding her boyfriend's cum at the same time but I finally got her to loosen up and I shoved my tongue into her mouth and deposited the cum into her mouth. She looked shocked and started to spit but her boyfriend slapped her ass and growled “swallow it, bitch.” She swallowed it with a cry.

Master was obviously enjoying his time at the parlor. He pulled me around behind her and pushed me down on my knees and pushed my face into her pussy, a clear signal to start cleaning her up. I licked her pussy and could feel her dancing with the new intrusion. She started to wail at first and then that noise turned into a low growl as her cunt started to betray her lust for the situation. Once she was warm, the other girl was pulled up in my place and continued to suck her until she came, blushing with the shame of having gotten off to another woman's tongue.

I was told to dress and stand up. As I put on my dress (and the nipple rings were very uncomfortable with that dress rubbing on them), Master exchanged information with the other two gentlemen. I would probably be seeing the other girls later. I was told to thank the piercer and I did, getting my care instructions from him and an appointment to come back in two weeks for a checkup. Then Master clipped on my leash and led me through the parlor's lobby and out the door. I could hear the rings in my cunt clanking together and feel everything rubbing, a constant reminder of my sexual being. He put me into the car and drove toward home.

“Are you surprised that I had you used tonight?” he asked as he drove.

“No, I know you do what you want with me, I live to serve you.” I answered. I was somewhat surprised but knew he would do what he wanted with me.

“I am glad that you did what you were told to do, for the most part, without complaint. I will punish you for those indiscretions that you did commit, but all-in-all I am glad you did well.” I knew we would be doing some more activities soon.

When we arrived home, it was late and it appeared that everyone was asleep in the houses around us. Master had me pull my dress off and lead me up to the front door naked, leashed. He made a show of fumbling with his keys, prolonging the time, and my agony, that we would be standing out on the porch. A lone runner passed by, looking up the walk to our door. I must have looked a sight, naked, chained, pierced; my hair and face a mess from all the fucking and sucking that night.

We went in and I was unlocked from the heels and locked into my collar for the night. He let me clean the piercing but not my face; I would be smelling pussy and cock for the rest of the night. Then he locked my hands into a waist belt that he placed on me and pushed me into my cage for the night. I could not touch my piercings or even brush the hair out of my face as I laid there, trying to sleep.

Tomorrow I would finish the chores I left undone and I would do all of today's chores. I would not be in any hurry to upset Master again anytime soon.