Captured
by Sir Al

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I was spending my afternoon quietly, waiting for Hubby. A cold shower might have been the best to relax my senses on so hot a day. When you're hot into bondage and discipline, you need your Master's constant presence, don't you? So I was trying to relax and preparing everything for my Master and his night; it will be a night in his ropes, of course, and our lust.

My body was gleaming under the shower but then a noise from the lounge drew my attention. Was he acting a new, unmerciful villain going to catch me? Was I to be the helpless victim put trough my paces and used at his whims?! I had to know. Nude (and somewhat humid) I searched the upstairs rooms; nobody was there. Downstairs, the dining room windows were open and some objects had fallen as if a storm had passed, but nobody was there. But I heard a noise! I longed for my bedroom. Fear (or something else) had hardened my nipples ... what was I to expect? At last I saw him: a tall, black-hooded, slim, muscular man, his back to the door, stealing my jewelry. He turned toward me.

His gun silenced me at once, but I screamed softly when the Black Hood approached me with some rope. He was going to have me tied up to go on with his theft, I thought, but none of that.

"Turn around and put your hands behind, slut."

As I complied, my pussy began to juice. He tied my wrists behind me, good and tight.

"Now, we'll make sure you'll not slip off my ropes."

He began to tie my elbows snugly, connecting them tightly with three or four loops, making my tits protrude. I was completely exposed and helpless, and excited. Who was this villain, so perfectly in control of my pleasure?

"Women are often a pain in the ass. They deserve firm discipline to suit their more natural role as love sex slaves. I intend to fit you to your role. I like you snugly tied up, and all of your bondage toys are to please me."

God! He knew everything! Only my caring hubby had this insight until now, and this guy seemed serious and well assured! I feared what he might subject me to and neared an orgasm. Swiftly now, He tied my thighs, above and below my knees, and my ankles. I could not move a muscle, but he was not through.

"I know you're a bondage slut, woman; got do something to make you properly humble and eager to comply."

He tied a rope round my tummy as he spoke, made a loop down between my thighs, cinching it up tight through my pussy and rear, and tying it behind.

"This is called a crotch rope; its a must to tame rebellious young breeders like you."

He was right.. My poor pussy was besieged. I was tamed alright, and hot-juiced. Then He laid me down on the floor and tied my ankles to my wrists, hog tying me.

"There you are, bitch; not a word, understand?"

Not a word. I was in heavy distress but hottest pleasure. Five minutes later:

"Please ... Mm... untie me... I'll be good...!"

"I told you no words, slut. Now you got to be gagged," the black mask said, forcing an inflatable penis gag into my mouth and cinching the harness hard. The penis was to his maximum.

Now suck it, slave; it's the right way to spend your time until I finish my work. Then I'll be back for a nude, tied up, and gagged cunt, chick... You know what I mean, don't you?"

I knew. I was his; tied up, gagged, nude, helpless for his pleasures.

He went back to his previous occupation. His cat movements were soft, swift, harmonious. Three hours and five or six orgasms later, I was exhausted. An enormous lover seemed to embrace me everywhere and make me suck his giant cock ... I had to obey his whims .... mnunh!

Suddenly, He was near me.

"I think you liked this too much. Slaves have their pleasure serving their Masters, and nothing else! No fear, I'm a quiet guy, I'm not to harm you. I just want you as my sex slave, and you'll be that three days from now. I chased you and your habits these past three weeks. I know Hubby works in L.A. and comes home on Wednesday. I used your E-mail, noticed his mother got ill and needs him in N.Y. Most of all, you told him something about your three days' campus seminar in Boston. So no one could be on to rescue you, for no one knows you've been captured. Now I'll take off your gag; no screams, understand?"

I nodded; 'twas no escape possible, I had to submit. He untied the rope connecting my wrists to my ankles and made me kneel down. I knew my nipples were hard and erect, and the rope between my legs scratched my labia. He ungagged me, and extracted his own enormous cock, presenting it to my mouth.

"Suck, bitch, suck it, give it all of your tongue," he said, grasping my head and fucking me in the mouth.

I was impressed! His was the hardest and longest and thickest dick I ever sucked! My emotion slowed my movements.

"I said, 'Suck, bitch!'" the Black mask screamed, spanking my buttocks hard and pinching my nipples, pulling them up and down, guiding my movements painfully to his pleasure. Sucking and licking on my knees, I began to feel His slave, His whore, His object to play with. I was nude, tightly tied, an enormous cock deep in my mouth ... 'twas a dream!

"Oh, baby, you're really a cocksucker ... I know you like it ... suck it, bitch ... you deserve this..."

He erupted, floating his scum into my throat. We collapsed for awhile; I was slowly regaining myself when he gagged me again.

"That's good for you slave; 'twas a good blowjob but we don't want you mouthy, do we?"

He left me alone. I had lost my sense of time when he returned and silently untied my legs. Was my ordeal done?

No! My new Master chained my ankles with steel ankle cuffs and a short chain, allowing me only tiny steps. Then He untied my wrists and cuffed them behind me. He had untied and chained me while granting me no freedom at all! I was wavering on my feet. He was a Master, and I was to be His slave or whatever else he'd ask.

"Now, slut," he said, collaring me, "your Lord and Master is hungry. I expect you to prepare an excellent meal, just like your blowjob!" He laughed and tugged on my leash. I hopped behind him to the kitchen, where he swiftly changed my cuffs to the front.

"Do your best, slave! I got have some rest; I'll be in the next room, be a good girl."

I was chained hand and foot and gagged, cooking my new Master's meal in my own kitchen. In time I went for my Master.

"What a smell, cunt! Those luscious lips of yours know their best work, don't they?" he asked, cuffing my hands behind me again, tighter than before.

"Let's try your meal now."

He tugged my leash to set me under the table, then he took off my gag but I was not allowed to eat.

"Listen to me, my beautiful bitch. I want you to lick my feet eagerly all the time I have my meal. The better you do, the more I consider to rewarding you with food and water. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master, I understand. I'm happy to serve you." Crazy stuff, but what could I do?

He took his time eating, pinching my nipples often while I lapped his feet. When he was through, he tugged my leash, putting me on my feet by his side.

"Time to try your ass, bitch," he said, pushing me over the table and tying the leash underneath.

His cock pressed my rear, his hands squeezed my buttocks, taunting. My ass seemed like liquid fire in his grip; his prick was huge and demanding in its moving back and forth.

"I know sluts like you like to be fucked doggie style, baby! Oho baby, you're so deliciously tight, I want to put it into you to your throat, oho yes..."

"Fuck me, Master, harder... oh oh oh ... faster, oh my gooood!"

He came in my ass. I'd have tried to reach my asshole, to dive my fingers into his creams and lick it from them. I had sensed his pleasure, wild, arrant, dominant, unaware of anything but his demands, my fluids gliding over my thighs. I felt this man owning me. Then he stood up.

"Let's go to the bedroom, slave. I gotta set you up for the night. Don't think you'd be so free as you are now; these cuffs allows too much, but we'll see. Come on!"

"Master, may I have some water? I'm thirsty, terribly?"

"Right now, slave! Kneel down, open your mouth and don't waste a drop," he said, unzipping his pants and extracting his cock. Salty and demeaning, but it was my Master's and I liked it. Crazy, uh?! When it was over, I was terribly hot. Then we were in the bedroom:

"I want you well restrained but available," my man said, cinching my ball gag trainer tight. That beastly locking device made me drool and drool and drool. He tied me spread-eagled on the bed, hard and tight; my cunt on display and eager to be filled.

"Moistened, uh?! I gotta do something to discipline you, slave."

He tied twine to my nipples and pulled until my back arch to relieve the painful pressure, then tied the cords to the headboard. I gasped and moaned in pain.

"Good, very good indeed, cunt; that's the way I want you, juiced and moaning for release," he said as he climbed onto the bed. He jammed his cock into my cunt with no further preparation and pumped wildly.

"This way, bitch, I can feel you. I want your climax, now! Obey me slave, give me your pleasure! Oh my, what a cunt, baby!"

I climaxed,obedient to his whims, and the lights were off thereafter.

Chapter 2: The Auction

My dreams came to an end when my aching jaws woke me. I had spent all night tied up (My poor nipples!) and gagged. I was alone.

"Good morning slave! Seems to me you're well adapted to your predicament; you slept like a baby." He was pushing a trolley with our (I hoped) breakfast.

"You earned a good breakfast, slut. I'm going to take off your gag, be a good girl," he said, cuffing my hands in front.

"Oh, Master! Thank for your care, my lord, I'm hungry."

"Good! Considering your schedule, you'll have to eat and drink. I'll leave you here while I make some calls. Wait for me, and regard your chains as a gift to your attitude; things could always be worst. Do you. understand me?"

"Yes, Master."

"O.K. be a good girl."

I was intrigued by his last words; whom was he calling to? And why or what for? I couldn't but expect, my pussy tingling again.

My breakfast was just over when he came back. First, he changed my hand to behind, blindfolded and gagged me again. My breasts, buttocks, and thighs were stroked and tested .... was he checking a calf ?

"Today you'll be on auction, slave. I called some friends and told them I got a bitch in need of further training. They'll be here in two hours. You'll be on display, rented to each of them for awhile, used at their whim, and well disciplined right here in your home. Think you'll be excited, don't you?"

I was. I was also frightened. I was given up to hell; no limits, no defense, no rescue. I was crazy to love this stuff. I followed his tugs on my leash to my dining room, where he took off my blindfold. I was standing before wooden pole, two meters high, with two smooth wooden shafts of different diameter protruding from the middle. I knew instantly what they were for, and shivered.

My Master pushed my backside to the pole and cuffed my hands behind it. Then, he began gently but firmly to put the smaller short one into my rear, and the bigger into my cunt ... ohoh! I was anchored. Doubly fucked by immovable cocks deep inside. My position compelled me to stand on tiptoes, arching my back slightly and improving my thigh and buttock lines.

"Like your guests, bitch? I knew you'd like it, as I thought about a good way to exhibit you on auction. Surely I have to tie you up more, and tighter than this, don't I?"

So he made me secure. He drew a loop around my tummy, pulling it to the pole and compelling me to take the wooden monsters deeper inside .Then he went to my ankles and tied them very hard; I was on tiptoe and couldn't go down or up, trussed up to my invading devices.

"How do you feel, wench? Fine? Now it's time to take care of your magnificent tits, isn't it?"

I saw him neatly crisscrossing them with ropes, felt him knotting them behind me, lashing me to that beastly pole. I could hardly breathe, and moaned through my gag. Last, he bound my hands palm to palm, and my elbows, too.

"There you are! Trussed up like a turkey, slut."

He left me again, blindfolded, exposed to lure his coming guests. I ought to be an extraordinary view, nude, tied up, gagged, blindfolded, and fucked by wooden pricks, and ... on rent to them. Wow!

An hour later, I think, I heard manly voices around me.

"Touch her, boys, feel how smooth her skin is, what fine tits she has. Come on, test your plaything!"

Bidding was a mess! Hands grasping, grabbing, probing, and pinching. Voices commenting on my assets and offering, then:

"I want her right now; here are your 500 bucks. Untie her and make her kneel in front of me," a deep, somewhat harsh and somewhat gentle voice said. Hands did his bidding, and a strong hand pressed me down to kneel on my heels. Again the Voice:

"Head down, slave. and you, Buds, cuff her right hand to the opposite ankle, the tighter you can, of course."

Beastly, believe me. Two different men crossed my arms in front, pulled them between my legs, and chained me that way; my asshole, buttocks, and cunt were totally exposed as I contracted into a small package and trembled in expectation.

"Now I'll whip you, slave-slut, a good fifty. I want you thank me for every blow. Take off her gag."

"I pray you, my Master, I've not been whipped till now; forgive my fear and mistakes ... please not to whip me ... please..." I answered the Voice, sobbing .

"A good reason to do it now, wench, but I could withdraw my sentence should you be fucked here and now, in the rear by our friends and me, and then clean our pricks with your tongue. Is it a deal, lurid bitch?

"Ooh! ... ooh Master! ... Yes... I'll be the best asshole you'll ever have all your life and..."

"And enough of that. Gag her and let's try her talents."

They didn't untie me until my asshole was filled with their scum. Each of them fucked me brutally, seizing my breasts as reins and riding me hard, very hard. I cried, moaned, and climaxed through my gag.

When it was done, someone opened the cuffs and I collapsed on the floor. In a second they had my wrists and elbows tightly bound behind me, my ankles crossed and tied to my wrists, leaving me in an unyielding kneeled position.

When someone ungagged me, I said, "Please I need to ... mmmfff..."

The first cock was in my mouth, huge, a bit stiff:

"Lick it. bitch; that's what your tongue is for. Don't talk. Bitches don't talk. Obey!"

I heard the others laugh. A short time later, I had cleaned six cocks and was tightly tied and ... as juiced as before.

"A happy time, Buds!" my principal Monster said. "I suggest we untie her, chain her hands and feet and put an inflatable penis up her ass to train it a bit more. What about it?"

"Good idea! the chorus answered.

My poor ass was on fire. They had cuffed my hands up to my shoulder blades and inflated the device to its maximum ... 'twas near a torture to walk with it. Then they took off my blindfold. It was ten p.m.! I have been tied up and abused all the 24 hours past, and I was to be definitely enslaved now!

"Hey, buds! Would you take a look at this cage? I think we should put our slave-slut inside." My Monster carried my aluminum cage on his shoulders to the center of the room. We (Hubby and I) had bought it, dreaming of holding me steady on view while he was relaxing any other way. I had spent a lot of time in it, nude but for my gag and ties.

"So! Let's lock her into it, boys," the harsh unknown said. They put me inside, bit gagged, on my knees. Someone locked a chain from my handcuffs to my ankles so that I was compelled to ... mho ... get that huge penis in the ass, the deepest, no relief at all.

After the cage was locked, my monster glimpsed my tits.

"I think that too much comfy for this slut! Why not clamp them tits?!"

He closed steel nipple clamps on my tits and connected them to the iron bars by a short chain! I pushed forward as much as I could to relieve the strain on my breasts, and the pain.

"Here we are. Come on boys; our cunt is good and secure," he laughed.

The pain was unbearable, believe me. I couldn't speak, nor move; I could just suffer and juice. They all left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. Nature guided me to rest; I was so tired, I collapsed in my bonds.

"Hey slut, come on, open your eyes." It was my monster, and he was alone.

"Look, I thought you needed some fresh air. I'm going to open your cage and take you out for a walk. Be a good girl."

The deadly bastard! When he unclasped my tits I was submerged in pure pain. Fire exploded from them when blood pumped again. Then I was out of my prison, hands chained in front, my rear popped off the penis. Nearly paradise you should say. My black masked man hooked a leash to my collar and knotted it to the doorknob.

"Don't move bitch, I have a surprise for you." Then he extracted a muffle gag and set it to my face, tightly, very tightly.

"Now you're ready for a walk, slave-slut. You'll go on all fours, doggie style, all around your home, all the streets here around. Your neighbors can finally see the bitch you really are. When I'm satisfied with our walk, we'll come back home and you'll spend the night leashed to the footboard, a bit more chained than now, to get some rest! Come on doggie!"

Chapter 3: A Bit of Novelty

I awoke early in the morning. At first I had flashes about the last night; that frenzied walk doggie-style and my new master inviting someone to fuck me there on the street. Then, I realized I was ... free! How... gotta find my Master. In the dining room, my hands were brutally drawn behind me and tied palm to palm.

"Hi bitch! Where're you going? Come on, you need a hobble. Here you are." my Monster said, cuffing my ankles by hinged cuffs. I fell to my knees.

"Please Master, I'm Hungry. Why not to untie me and let me have some food more normally please?!"

"Normally?" Your normal way is to stay tied up, all the time; that's your natural condition, slut! To be ready for me is your natural condition, understand? You gotta learn to eat, drink, rest, while truly restrained. Here's your breakfast," he said, pointing to some small cups on the floor.

"You can have your breakfast your natural way... doggie style!"

So I lapped my milk and coffee, ate my cookies and had my grapefruit that way; demeaning and exciting at the same time.

When I was through, he tied me in a ball tie. Thighs, knees, ankles doubled and bound up to my torso in a straight kneeling position. My breasts were crushed against my knees .

"I want to rob some other houses, and I want you with me; should the men in blue arrive, I could always leave you to them as a gift," he laughed

"How can I go out naked and tied .. mmmfff!" I was gagged again, and he tied a rope from my wrists to my ankles and lifted me like a handbag. Fresh air tingled my skin as we walked towards his car. He put me into the trunk and drove. I cried in pain for miles; ropes dug into my flesh and my jaws ached for the prolonged inactivity. We stopped, but I heard no sound for awhile. Then the trunk lid flew up.

"Hey wench! I found something good for you, slut."

He carried me on his shoulder into a magnificent victorian house, through to the garden. He put me down and collared me, still ball tied, in front of a kennel.

"There! This is the best solution for you, my beautiful. Your husband should use it to discipline you. I have some work to do, be a good girl!"

There I was. Bound on a green lawn, collared and leashed as a dog... Crazy stuff? I loved it! Then, "What's happening here? Poor girl; let me ungag you, who are you darling? Who has lashed you here, and why?"

She was a policewoman.

"Come on, now I'll set you free and take away from here."

So she did. Naked as I was she choose to stop at her place and dress me. Being free was strange, and we talked. I was telling my story when she seized me and and said, "I found you on private property and you are trying to convince me that a man in a black mask enslaved you two days ago; strange story... I'd better bring you in until someone has checked you out, then we'll see all about it." my Heroine said, cuffing my hands behind me a bit roughly.

"No please, I'm Diane Biddy; I was captured and abused ... please don't do it ... please ... ouch!" She tightened the cuff an extra notch.

"Shut up, girl, you're in no position to give orders! I'll spank you to teach you some sense."

And she did; I got the hardest spanking of my life over her lap. At the end, my buttocks were on fire and I fell on my Knees to lap her feet eagerly.

"Good Girl! Up to my cunt bitch ... lick my juices ... eat me ... eat me... Now, this way ... Ohooooo!" Five minutes later, she regained herself and led me to the bedroom.

"I want you well secured, slave, and cuffed to my ankles, too." Thus positioned, we slept.

Early in the morning her voice drew me back from my dreams. My captor was in the mood.

"Hey darling, stand up. I want you to dress, just a little." Dressing ... what was that for? She put a black g-string and a pair of stiletto shoes on the bed; my hands were now in front and my ankles unfettered.

"Dress yourself, wench," she ordered, glancing at my buttocks as they danced for the stiletto's.

I did it, and she immediately cuffed my hands behind me.

"Listen, my sweet slut, I thought deeply about my situation. I've got an enormous mortgage to pay, and selling a delicious girl like you could take care of my needs for a long time. A friend of mine has agreed to pay me $100,000 for you. Of course, he is into bondage and discipline and craves a perfect slave to play with. So I'm to prepare you for him."

"Selling me ... but I'm married, I'm a free woman, not an object .... and you're a policewoman ... shouldn't you "protect and serve?"

"Shut up, bitch! I'm a policewoman, indeed, and you're nothing but goods; open your mouth, now!"

She gagged me hard and tight, folding her slip into my mouth and sealing it tape. I was silenced. I tried to kick her, and got mummified in rope from toe to thighs, then she pinned my breasts between my arms with tape, pushing my tits forward. At the end, I could only moan and move my eyelids desperately, sobbing for release.

"I like you this way, much more than before, slave. Now be good while I get your future owner. A married woman... tsk!"

Three hours later, I was still standing on my spike heels as she left me, tied and gagged. They entered the room silently; he was handsome, tall, black haired, muscular, and blue eyed.

"Oh my. I want test her."

He pinched my protruding tits (ouch!), fingered my cunt, and dove into my asshole.

"Fine breed. Well, here's your money; I want her completely taped, head to toes, except tits and buttocks ... and ... and clamp her tits ... I like her moaning for release and eager to serve," he said to the policewoman. All he said to me was, "See you later slut."

My "rescuer" followed his instructions.

"Mho, ouch."

"That's your way, slave. Now let's tape you good and tight. ."

Beginning below my tits, my captor taped me neatly. I was strictly mummified, save for tits and buttocks. Quite a dish ... believe me. I had been transformed into a slave, an object to play with. I started to cry, my pussy to tingle.

Later, someone lifted me onto his shoulder and carried me away.

"Relax slave. I'm taking you to my car, the front seat. I like to have you handy and everyone envious of my new property. All women are submissive in my country; should you have a look around (with my permission and supervision, of course) you'd see other women tied up, or chained, or disciplined even outdoor. A paradise, I think!"

I thought he was crazy but intriguing. The world of submissive females entrapped me; I longed to see it, and I relaxed. The car stopped. My Master opened the door, slipped my taped legs to the ground and, after having collared and leashed me, said, "Here we are slave! Now you must hop to your cage in our home ... come on, bitch, hop!"

This was his way to exhibit me; so I hopped fiercely, bouncing my taped buttocks and clasped tits.

"Hey Man! Fine piece of meat! Kept her tight 'til now, we hope!" some manly voices with an Arab accent said.

"That's a good way to put her through her paces; may I offer you a whip? I think she deserves a good fifty to know who is the Master," another voice said.

In the mean time, we were home. My owner tugged my leash and I entered. He began to peel off my tape until I was nude but for the handcuffs, ropes and tape gag he ordered me to my knees.

"Listen to me, slut; your trader told me you believe you have been a free woman; forget it! Now you are my slave, nothing else at all! You're not even Diane, but simply Slave. You don't need or have dresses, shoes, makeup, and so on. You'll be always nude and ready for my sexual use, tightly tied, chained, or any other restrictive way I choose. You are allowed no freedom but that necessary to clean your body, once a day.

"You are not to talk to me, unless I ask you to. You can't look at me above my cock. Break these limits and I'll punish you severely. When I have guests; you'll serve my friends and me equally. There will be no difference between us. You will obey every order they give you.

"You will spend your first night here in your cage, chained a different way, of course. I'm going to untie your legs and expect to see you moving on your knees to your destination for the night, understand?"

He did it, and I crawled to a small iron cage made of heavy bars with a solid gate. Then he chained me for the night. First He tightened my cuffs an extra notch and pulled my wrists up to my shoulder blades, where he connected them to the bars with a chain. I sat cross-legged, each ankle chained to the opposite bar. He passed my leash under my crossed ankles and pulled my torso down, then knotted it to the ceiling bars and hooked it to my collar ring. My tits squeezed out between the cage's bars, lifted to his eyes. Last but not least, Master hooked small bells to the rings on my nipple-clamps.

"I think you'll have a quiet night, beloved slave. Don't make these bells ring, even softly. You have to control your position. If you can't, I'll be here to punish and restrain you some more. Good night, pet!"

My third night as a slave in chains and I thought it was the worst of all, but instinct guided me far away from fear and through my dreams. I fell asleep, sustained by my bonds...

Chapter 4: A New Master

A hot puff of air, liquid lingering all over my body,warm and moist. I awoke, no more in my cage, no more chained... I was in a bathtub, hands tightly tied over head to a hook by white, soft cotton rope; my crossed ankles were tied the same to a hook at my feet.

"I was comfy, alone and sitting up in perfumed foam! I could unwind my fears and feel good, even if I was tied up.

"Nice morning, I presume, my Slave! At last, you're again with me! I need you henceforth, my dear," he continued, standing in front of me, naked and erect... That was the first time I saw him; he was handsome ... even there.

"Command me master! How can I serve you now?"

"I will unhook your hands; then you'll get my cock into your mouth and suck my sperm from it. When you've succeeded, you'll get out of the bathtub, kneel on this rug, and serve me. Finally, you are to lick all the water from my body. Do you understand, Slave?"

"Yes Master, I'm eager to suck you!" I answered softly, opening my lips to his cock.

"Good girl. Let me be rewarded for your price, ohoooo ... lick it a bit more ... suck it ... very good, bitch ... yes ... this way ... I want swamp your throat.... Oh, my... He filled me; his huge prick became enormous just before scumming and his secretions submerged me. Enough of this. I was out of the bathtub and kneeling on the rug. I washed my Lord and Master; touching him was luxurious and exciting.

"Good Slave. Now, lick me all over."

When I was done, he untied my ankles, put his hands under my armpits and helped me to my feet.

"You are a precious jewel to be kept on line. I have to meet some friends of mine, a business matter, you know. You'll have your breakfast while I dress, then I'll' fix you for the rest of the day."

My adventure began with a shower, and now I was at the same point. He squezed my buttocks while we went to the kitchen.

"Sit down slave; I want you comfy to eat and drink!" he said, pointing me to a chair. He cuffed my ankles to the seat's back legs, hoisting my feet from the floor. A metal collar closed on my neck and hooked to a ring under the table. I was trapped, but absolutely comfy.

"I hope you'll find enough to eat and drink; Slave; you'll be waiting up for me until midnight and will have nothing else. See you thirty minutes from now."

I ate and drank and was bemused about my next predicament. I hoped he would be caring enough to ensure some.... Well you know what! I was still lost in my thoughts when he came back, perfectly attired in a well-tailored blue suit. He looked at me, clearly liking the spectacle.

"Well, Slave, now we are to fix you for the day," he said, cuffing my hands behind me.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

The bedroom was luscious and sensual. He made me lie face down on the bed and doubled my leg up behind my thighs, tying them hard. I watched him bind a rope to each knee, pulling them well apart and tying off to the bed frame ... ouch. My hands were untied and re-cuffed behind my neck to the collar's ring; it was impossible to gain some pleasure. My clever master knew my inner thoughts:

"I choose this predicament for you, slave-slut; your pleasure is mine! You can't touch yourself, as that would be an unbearable offense."

"Master, please don't leave me here this way. I'll go crazy without you ... why not to plug me somewhere ... please?"

"Open your mouth, bitch! This gag suits you fine.

He used a ring gag, a nastily padded ring well inserted behind your teeth and cinched tight. My mouth was open, my tongue free, but I couldn't speak. Just lick, should my Master...

"Good! I expect to find you here, eager to please. If your cunt is dry, I'll spank you and leave you tied out in the garden for the night. Do you perceive me? Slave?"

I nodded, positive. He caressed my breasts just a little bit

"I'll be hard all day long, thinking of you here, nude, tied up, gagged, and eager to serve me. Do try and match my whims, or you'll have to confront your Master's anger, cunt. So have a good time and prepare your body for my assaults, O.K.?"

I nodded again, straining in my bonds. He was so tenderly dominant with my flesh, so firm in his masterful attitude ... exciting, very exciting... I tried to pull my thighs together, but no way, they were bound too firmly apart. I had to surrender, to be a thing everybody could use ... The ring gag made me drool; saliva ran all over my breasts, moistening them a bit ... I needed a man's big cock deep inside me ... I fell asleep.

Late in the afternoon. I was over the dining room table, ring gagged, strictly hog-tied, and blindfolded ... someone was eating his dinner over my ass, pinching and stroking my nipples brutally. Who was he? I heard him take away his dishes, my ass felt a bit more free, and thought I could hear him loading the lavatory ... so he knew the house. Maybe the Master himself. Then I was grabbed, put on the floor, and my blindfold was off. It was my master angry faced staring at me:

"Slave, I told you to prepare for me your insignificant cunt. It didn't moisten on my return and you were moaning about a huge cock deep in your throat, and some other nonsense ... now you'll get your reward, out in the garden, tied tightly to a tree, your buttocks burning from my spanking!"

He untied the rope between my ankles and wrists and made my ass fire with his hardened hands.

"Urn... mf ... Ouch ... mm, please!"

Spread over his lap, I felt his cock harden

"Shut up, slut, keep your groans for your night tied outdoors. I'll fix you so tightly, you'll not even shiver, but in the meantime," he was into my rear, brutally, arrogantly, demanding.

"Good girl, you're my doggie, get it all, you deserve this... Ohoooo..."

Luscious way to punish me, isn't it? I got it all, it was painful, but... Wow.

Sometime after: "It's time to put you're through your paces now; let's go."

So we went out in the garden. He pushed my back against the tree, my arms brutally drawn behind it and firmly bound there, elbows touching. Then he tied a crotch rope and besieged my pussy, knotting it to my elbow ropes... awful! My ankles were roped separately and hoisted up beside the tree; all my weight was on the crotch rope. Finally, he tied some loops around my breasts, squeezing them out into red, then purple melons.

"That gag doesn't suit your predicament, Bitch. This is better," he said, changing the ring for a bit gag with rings on the ends. My Master tied ropes to the rings and knotted them tightly behind the trunk. He has been trustworthy: I couldn't even shiver!

"Have a good night, slut! Tomorrow morning, I'll be here to test your cunt; should it not moisten..."

The Monster! Quiet nights ... this way ... damn it! I was hotter than ever and most in pain. The position was so unbearable and exciting ... I was firmly tied to a tree, completely exposed and helpless ... should someone in the night, I couldn't but submit. Yeah! I'm a real slut.... everybody can use me and leave me here, lashed to my tree ... I had an orgasm, furiously ... and collapsed

I got a flashback to my hubby. I saw him, my still beloved Master, joyously tying me head to toe with his ropes and gagging me. He lingered all over my body tenderly, grasping my flesh here and there, making me moan in delight with his soft violence before pumping me wildly to his pleasure and mine. Dream ... reality ... It seemed to me his strong hands were all over my body. He was pressing his cock up to my rear.... mmmmhhh... invading ... me ... ahhh ... I was instantly awake.

Chapter 5: A Surprise Party

"Hi darling! You got a long sleep today. I found you in the bathroom, asleep and handcuffed. I liked your idea so much that I brought you here, tied up and gagged more suitably for my use and desire. How do you feel, beloved? Oh, sure, here, let me free your tongue."

He was my ... Hubby! I didn't just sense it. Had I just dreamed all about my adventures? Had nothing happened for real?

"Darling, I've been captured and abused and sold ... and I was always tied and chained and desperately sobbing; I was afraid to be stolen away ... to become a slave for somebody else. I...

"You were dreaming, beloved, just dreaming," he said, smiling and gagging me again with his cock.

Yes, it has been just a dream ... or it is ... now? After filling my throat with his sperm, Hubby left me tied on our bed after gagging me with his socks and taping my lips shut. I couldn't make a sound except mumbling. An hour later he was back.

"Darling, I want you to prepare for our party at the Scott's," he said, untying me and quietly fingering my body. "You're to be the party's queen, and I want you to be astonishing. So, take two full hours to get ready, makeup, and so on. Firmly handcuffed in front, of course, Beloved!"

There we are! I said to myself. Finally I was to exhibit my talents in a scene with the best. The Scott's were the richest bondage enthusiast in the area. They host the most elegant and entertaining bondage parties I've ever seen. Beautiful women all around in different restraining devices, always accompanied by dominant men. Keen conversations between the manly guests about their partners' potentialities and charms filled the air. And some of the finest champagne ... wow! Following all my dreamed (or real?) misfortunes, it seemed an exciting eventuality to confront.

Nude but for my handcuffs, I made myself up. I couldn't do much more. Gagged, nude and handcuffed I had to wait for Hubby to get to my garments. So I kneeled, opening my thighs softly, and waited.

"Amazing sight, Beloved. Now it's time to dress you!"

He unbound my hands and gave me a pair of black stilettos.

"Come on darling, I want to emphasize your luscious legs and rump... Good... Come to me now. Good girl! Turn around."

So, he looped a rope behind my neck, on my shoulders, under my armpits, crossed it between my shoulder blades, passed it on front and between my legs, and cinched it to the crossing point in back. Then he pulled my wrists well up my back and tied them to the crossing point. I was well-arched, my buttocks and breasts shooting out.

"Ravishing, my dear, simply ravishing! Every man at the party will crave you! Now let's do something for your legs and your principal charm."

He hobbled my ankles with rope and I watched him look for something special in our toys. I was puzzled; we were going to a bondage-party and I was already tied and gagged; what else?

"Open your legs a bit more, beloved slave, to the extent of your hobble. Good. This way you'll have something to comfort you, instead of all those horny people you'll be surrounded by at the party. Now I want you thank your Master for his special attention to your needs. Come on dear, thank me properly."

He had plugged my cunt and rear with pricks locked into a chastity belt; they vibrated ... mmmhhh ... if I wasn't gagged, I'd have screamed my pleasure.

"So you like my solution, beloved? Now something to allow our brief journey to the car."

A long, black, hooded robe disguised my quivering body and my Master leashed me. A few seconds later, we were in the garage and I was arranged on the front seat. Everyone could see me without having any idea of my real ... attire.

An hour later, Mistress Scott welcomed us at the party.

"My dearest, at last we have the pleasure! Diane... that cloak suits you wonderfully. Here, let me help you disrobe. Oh, my ... you're exquisite ... Look at those buttocks ... and the curve of your thighs, the swelling of your tits... as usually you've done a fine job my dear Serge! I'm really intrigued; would you loan Diane to your old friend for a few seconds?"

"Sure! I'm terribly thirsty; she is all yours for twenty minutes."

I saw hubby go away and stared at Mistress Scott, awaiting her whims.

"First of all, we have to ungag you, darling ... There we are," she said peeling off the tape and hauling hubby's socks from my mouth.

"Now I want you to kneel down, here and now!"

I complied. She leaned on a high wooden stool and slipped off her heels; her feet were beautiful, long, well arched, nails trimmed and polished, very feminine... I felt strangely magnetized.

"Lick my feet, darling, all over and eagerly; should you fail to please, I'll have you in my dungeon all next week. Your Hubby agreed a month ago that your training needs serious improvement. Come on slave, Lick!"

While I performed my task, some of the guests approached and commented on my talent:

"Such a good slave you have, Lynn. If I was her Master, I'd want to keep her constantly whipped to induce the right attitude, wouldn't I?"

"Ooh... Sure, you're right Stephen, but she is not mine and I can't do it. Enough of this, slave. Get up now," Lynn said, and collared me. She took me in to the party, nude but for my chastity belt and bonds, and hooked my leash to a ring in the wall. Then she enforced my submission and juicing unexpectedly: "My friends, I pray you to have a look at this slave-girl; isn't she ravishing?! Sure she is! What a pity her principal charms are disguised by this chastity belt. So I propose, with the permission of her Master Serge, to disrobe her of it; we want her strikingly in the nude, don't we?"

"Sure! Good idea Lynn!" "A slave shouldn't be allowed to deny her Masters' view." "She has to be completely exposed." It was a chorus.

"Wait a minute. I think the belt is to arouse her, and I can't allow that. Kindly spank her just a little bit, for the right attitude, of course!" Dear Hubby! He did it himself, and when Lynn unlocked my belt, my plugged slots silenced the guests.

Then I heard a familiar, manly voice. "Serge, my dear, I think all this stuff has gone too far. It's time to give me back my property. Diane is my slave, for I paid you one million dollars three days ago to have her delivered to my ranch for six months. I'm still waiting, my friend, and nearly out of my mind. How come?" The harsh voice was behind me; I couldn't see him but I knew him. He was the guy who paid 500 bucks to have me ... Hubby had just said it was a dream ... I was going crazy.

"Mark, my dear friends, Diane is at the party for delivery. As everyone can see, she is in shape. I suggest we have a good time and then I'll be with you and your new slave on the road to your ranch. You want to use her on the prairies as a pony, don't you?"

"Right now, Serge! Look at those buttocks and those luscious legs; what a pity not to adapt them to my shafts and reins. Well, it's good for her to confront her future predicament," Mark said, gagging me with a harness bit gag and cinching hard. I felt like an animal, a pony to ride ... and my plugged spots climaxed simultaneously.

"This is an unbearable impertinence! I can't allow you free orgasms, slave! Your pleasure is mine! Serge, I guess a good fifty's would put this slut through her paces; and I say here and now!"

"Mark, Diane has been whipped, but rarely. I suggest we make her do a standing spread-eagle in Lynn's dungeon, both orifices plugged as now. Should any blow cause the pricks to fall, she'll have to perform sexual chores on you, or anyone you choose. What do you think?"

"Good! I also want, assuming the friendly view of any other Master here, all the other women to improve their skill in restraining Diane a bit more cruelly, their choice, until we go to the dungeon. Come on girls, this is your treat!"

I was once more a bit of flesh for everybody to use ... my pussy tingled and I hadn't still seen my new Master ... would he be my harsh guy ... that demanding cock up in my rear ... and his stern whim in dominating me ... even with his friends ... wow. A tall curvaceous brunette, leashed and collared on her knees when she entered the room, approached me sensuously balancing on the highest stiletto's I've ever seen. She licked her lips avidly, then began to untie me, softly fingering my body. I quivered, and a nice touch grasped my breasts and lingered at my inner labia ... I moaned softly in delight ... then she bent me forward and cuffed my hands to the opposite ankle. I was trapped, standing but bent over and compelled to look straight at my feet! My plugged holes were in full view! Demeaning, but...

"This way, slut! Try my Master's elect way to have me fulfill his whims."

I had sensed that the men were excited and bulging when the cuffs clicked shut; now I could see them from the right angle ... you know what I mean. When everyone had acclaimed her work, she went back to her Master's feet.

A voluptuous redhead came to me and cuddled my nipples ... mho ... that was wondrous .... ouch! My erect nipples had been abruptly crushed by steel clamps; each of them leashed.

"I think this slave could be led to the dungeon this way, my friends; she needs two firm hands to be effectively conducted and a third to control the plugs ... Who would like those tasks?"

I was excited and trembling and juiced, leashed by my nipples to the whip, nearly doggie style, someone ceaselessly staring at my body. I muffled my pleasure. Serge and Mark handled the leashes and pulled on .... pooh.... at the same time. I felt a strong hand seize the plugs and turn them slowly ... deep inside of me ...

"Come on bitchy, right to your lesson in docility. hop, hop, and keep your leg straight on line, up with your ass ... this way this way, up ... up!"

The longest walk of my life, believe me! Everybody touched and squeezed and taunted my flesh ... every way you can imagine. And I couldn't offer my pleasure ... I was to be punished for unauthorized orgasms ...! Tantalus, who was he... By the time we got down to the dungeon, my nipples were nearly off. Serge had unlocked my ankles and spread them to rings on the floor. Mark had locked my cuffed hands to my collar's ring, behind my neck; I was very well exposed, tits swelling forward! Then someone blindfolded me and tightened the harness bit gag. Soft lips surrounded my nipples and cunt. I moaned in pleasure and that was the moment I took the first blow from my Master's whip; that was a demoniac trap! The soft caressing lips relaxed my senses, driving me to the invading pricks and pleasure, while the whip compelled me to remember my slavery and submission to discipline. I contracted and relaxed every orifice, out of control! Should one of the pricks fall... Instantly, the lips disappeared followed by twenty rapid strokes on my buttocks; I cried and relaxed the inner muscles, and the vaginal plug fell to the floor.

"Finally, here we are! Now, slut, I'll have the pleasure to test your cunt," Mark said, jamming wildly into me... and ... ooh ... pumping his cock back and forth.

"I'll have you this way all the time, bitch! You'll spend your day nude, bit gagged, controlled by my reins out on the prairie. Contract your inner muscles, slave... Yes, that way... I'll allow my dependents to use you at their whim until you have the right attitude in serving your Lord and Master and ohooo!"

So he came. I stood gasping and drooling through my bit, a hole to be plugged, nothing more. Complete and absolute silence surrounded me; had they abandoned the dungeon and left me in chains? My Master's sperms floated down my thighs and I shivered in expectation. My rear tightening on the plug .... ohhh... someone was moving it back and forth... Strong hands untied my ankles and retied them crossed and tight. I crashed to the floor and someone tied my legs above and below their knees. A rope from the rear plug to my cuffed hands was passed through my legs and knotted again to the plug; I was trapped and besieged, snugly besieged, but they were not through. They looped a rope behind my neck, over my shoulders and under my armpits, knotted it between my shoulder blades, and then used it to draw my my ankles toward my back, arching my back awkwardly. It was frightening and pussy-tingling, you know!

Who was unfastening my harness-bit? I had to thank him,or her, somehow.

"Thank you, my mouth was in terrible pain ... ouch ... may I do anything to ..."

"Shut up slave! This was only to grease the corners of your mouth comer for your long ride to my ranch; here, open wide... so, good ... and now be a good girl."

I was bit gagged again, tighter than before, and he left me alone again, or so I thought.

"Hi, lass! I think we'd have a good time on the road, won't we?" a rough voice asked, openly taunting my buttocks. "I'm your chauffeur. In the mean time, I'll get a bit from those luscious breasts of yours. Just to teach you your right position at the ranch. Here we are, slut."

He pinched my nipples and rocked me back and forth ... back and forth ... ouch ... He jammed a huge cock between my breasts and squeezed them against each other ... I was to be used this way ... exciting ... I felt him bulging until he spread his scum all over them, and my throat, and my ... face ...

"Guess now you know who you are and what you're for, don't you slave-slut? Now be good; I've got to prepare your trunk ... nice tits, very nice tits indeed." I heeded him, leaving his sperm on my skin as he went away. Later, I was lifted up and carried outside ... I felt rough sand beneath me when they lowered me to the ground.

"Look, slave, that's your limousine to my ranch." Mark said, taking off my blindfold.

The car was a four wheel drive whose back had been adapted to a caged trunk, openly on view. I was to be set inside. To ensure a full view, he hooked me to the ceiling by the rope connecting my torso and ankles; I would have to rock back and forth all the long way and be seen in this condition ... a rough way to juice, isn't it?!

"This way, you'll not fret for fresh air and a bit of sun, care of your hubby, bitchy."

"Mark, I specially cherish Diane's perfect tummy; rocking all the way long could ruin it and our pleasures."

"Diane is mine for six months, but you're welcome to make suggestions."

"Well, I guess the opportunity to anchor her nipples straight in front of her and her ankles behind; it could be useful to expose her some more ... and her tummy could be safe."

"Very good idea! I'll take care of the nipples, you do the ankles Ok?"

My loving Hubby! They did it harshly. The position compelled me to tighten my rear muscles ... around the plug... mho... And so we left; I had climaxed again, what an untamed bitch I am really. I was blindfolded, and I knew they had to ride country roads, far from police cars. An hour passed and I heard cattle bells and cowboys whispering. The car stopped.

"Hi Boss! Beautiful. lass you got! She seems be kept on line ... uh.uh .... may we go and prepare her barn, down to the ranch?"

These were harsh voices, and my tied, arched, nude body had aroused them. they seemed happy to have me there at their disposal. My clamped nipples became stiff ... ouch ... and my juices floated down the truck's hatch.

"Right you are, Boys! Happy to see you all again! Arrange the main ouse's cellar as stable one ... some straw all around, some iron rings on the walls, my preferred whips, and the necessities to restrain and discipline her, guess what I mean? We'll be there forty minutes from now. See you then, buds!"

"Serge, hope you care for her perfect maintenance in the future. I'd like to assist you in punishing her in some unexpected and exciting ways."

"Mark, my friend, that is absolutely understood! Let's say we'll have a beautiful experience all together, won't we?!"

Lovely predicament. I was to be happily subdued and played by the two most sexy and demanding men I knew, free to surrender to my sensations. My Hubby had sold me but he was there to use me ... wow ... my "new" Master ... was he really new? I writhed at the prospect. The car stopped again.

"Untie her but for handcuffs and bit and carry her to the stable. We'll have a drink, won't we, my friend?" I heard Mark ordering somebody while leaving the car. "Make her run to her place. Use the whip on her rump if she doesn't obey! We want her in perfect form in an hour, OK?!"

Two men opened the hatch, untied my legs ... slowly touching my ... mho ... flesh. A strong hand tightened the plug's rope.

"Look slut, this is the best to train your ass to attention; the deeper, the better."

Then they put me on my feet.

"Hey, Slim, look at the hatch! This slut's juices washed it! She likes the hard way, you think?"

I blushed; they had discovered me.

"Sure Bud! We're to bring the lass to the stable and punish her if ... you understand me. Now let's get on with it!" the second guy said, squeezing my breasts. They helped me to the ground, slapping my buttocks ( and plug... ), leashed me, and took off my blindfold. They were brawny, country attired, lustfully savoring their job, and ... bulging ... you know where.

"Come on lass! You'll have to run, knees up to your tummy, all the way along," BUD said, taking off my stilettos while Slim unwound a long whip.

"Should you fail a single step, I'll kiss your ass with my whip," Slim informed me, lasciviously handling my thighs. I started to run and found it tough but exciting ... you know, my tits bulging up and down, my buttocks swelling on every move, the plug deep inside me ... I had a long run on green grass to the house since the car stopped at the ranch's gate. I saw a nude, handcuffed woman, tethered by a long rope, running around a pole. She was bit gagged and stimulated by her trainer's whip should she lower her knees. Two small bells hung from her nipples and played. So I was to be in the near future, and forgot to raise my knees ... ouch

"Knees up, slave," Slim whooped, whipping my ass

"Up with your ass, shoulder up ... hop, wench, hop."

Ten lashes over my rump, and I ran so furiously they had to tug my leash to slow me down. Time passed and we arrived at the House.

"Down there, lass," Bud said, holding the plug and pushing me forwards. They were gasping and drooling a bit after our run. Twenty steps down, there was a large room with barred windows, straw all over the floor, some iron rings on the walls. My handcuffs were hooked to the wall.

"Now, my beautiful slut, you'll have to be rewarded for your recent misbehaving," Slim said and pushed me to my knees, slightly bending forward. Bud took off my harness bit gag.

"Here you are, bitch! Now, suck and lick it eagerly, but beware; my friend will whip you, forty strokes at the very best. Should I climax before the fortieth, you'll get twice as much. Then Slim will use your mouth and I'll take his place whipping you. Understand slave-slut?"

I was again on my knees, nude, helplessly driven into slavery, sucking a cock under the whip; I guess the whip strokes contracted my lips and brought pleasure to him. With his dam near breaking twice, I tried to control my pain and he came at the fortieth stroke, yelling his pleasure to the ceiling.

My back was on fire and Slim took his turn.

"Please give me some rest ... ouch .... mmmfff"

"Shut up, slave! Suck it," my tormentor answered while his friend whipped me brutally.

Finally my ordeal was over. They cuffed my ankles, bit gagged and cuddled me, left me chained to the wall like a horse and went silently away .I collapsed drooling through my bit and ... down there.

Chapter 6: Introducing the Slave, and...

I woke up on a bed, dressed in a long, purple silk robe with matching stilettos. I saw a pleasant vision in the mirror, and and it was me! Look at that perfect makeup's and hair, charming.

"This is my fortune to hold steady! May I have your hand, my Dear?" Hubby was gallantly lending me his hand.

"You'll be the guest of honor at dinner. Everybody's waiting, so let's go!"

Thirty or forty formally attired men and women clapped when we entered the dining room five minutes later.

"Diane, my sweet jewel," it was Serge, "here, I want you on my left, your Hubby on my right. My dearest friends, now you can admire my latest acquisition. She is a rare treasure we cherish as the very best!"

The chorus clapped. Was I a Hollywood star? I had been sold and bought as a Slave ... or a pony-girl ... did all those men and women know?! Sure! They knew and were admiring my Masters' good fortune. Soup had been served and the other guests were eating, but I had no spoon ... how could I ...

"Now my dear, it's time to get into your role," Serge said, and turned to the waiter. I saw him coming with a pair of handcuff on a silver plate. Was I to be...?

"A good pony has no hands, to drive attention to your task. You'll have to silently lap your soup, lass."

Serge handcuffed me, hands at my back, and shackled my ankles, too. There I was, handcuffed hands and feet, lapping my soup ...and juicing. As the soup was taken away; they served an enormous roast. I quivered in expectation, then...

"Mark, Serge, we've admired your slave's charms and I guess it's time to feed her some meat. All the men think she has to eat it right from our laps. We'd like to have her crawl on all fours and... eat it ... eagerly."

"Sure, Buds! And you can, with our kind permission, pinch her flesh, your choice, if she doesn't eat correctly," Mark answered, handcuffing me in front."

"But a pony girl can't be so attired," Serge added, releasing the knot on my robe's right shoulder.

So I crawled, nude but for my chains, around the table, stirring my back, my breasts moving up and down, up and down. My first man was fully erect and had wrapped beef all around it. he fingered my nipples and then I began to nibble him ... Five minutes later I was submerged by his scum. When I had consumed half of the manly guests, Serge ordered that I have some from the women. That was an apt task, for some of them had conformed meat to their outer labia; they made me lick and eat: Others had deeply plugged their cunts so that I had to stick my tongue inside their cunts and eat ... wow! And all of them climaxed.

"My friends, may I have your attention for a moment? I think it's time for a special dessert. We have to be deprived of Diane presence for a while."

As Serge began to speak, someone, maybe a waiter, hog tied me by locking my hands on my back and linked them to my ankles cuffs. I was blindfolded and carroed off. Two minutes later, I guessed, they had laid me down on an enormous plate in the kitchen and tightly ball gagged me. They poured chocolate and vanilla and cream all over my body until I was fully sheltered by sweets and transformed into a big cake. Maybe all tje guests were to lick me and pinch ... and... Before I knew it, I was back in the dining room and they started to ... you know, I had such powerful orgasms, I passed out.

Two men pumping me at once recalled me to earth. I had been blindfolded and sandwiched ... ooh ... I was fucked everywhere ... they climaxed together ... yelling, and hurled me to the floor.

"Time to put her in the barn for the night, Mark!"

"Good!" Hubby answered, cuffing my right hand to the left ankle and the same to the others. When we got to the stable, he said, "We want you to rest a while, slave-slut, so we allow you to be truly tied up for the night. Mark, do you agree?"

"Sure, my friend."

"Please no, don't tie me too much tighter ... I'm tired. ouch!"

"Shut up bitch, you'll be tied up and gagged as we choose!"

First of all the crotch-rope ... hmmm... good and tight; then they wrapped my legs in rope, cords digging into my flesh ... bound my forearms together in front and then between my breasts to my torso ... inserted an inflatable penis gag into my mouth and pumped it well. Finally, they made me lie down and tied my nipples to rings on the wall.

"Good night, slave! Suck that prick eagerly, all night long, until you fall asleep. If you fail, we'll consider it an offense to your Masters and punish you. The liquid's level will test your docility to our whims ... bye bye."

I was alone again and sucking a creamy cognac ...captured and as happy as ever in my life thanks to my dreamy Masters

To be continued

Chapter 7: Awakening

A soft buzz was sticking through my ears. I was quietly surfing onto the air…moving just a little bit towards…moving?! What the Hell?! I opened my eyes at once. I was into a trunk. I was as likely tied up as my Master had left me past night but… I was being transported somewhere and not knowing where…and most of all who was bringing me away from my barn…it seemed I was into a car's boot.

I screamed aloud, forgetting to be gagged by a big rubber penis gag... An exciting thought, I guess, as my loins stated to tingle.

I spent some times letting my mind wandering through past events. I had been sold to Serge (even if for a delimited period). Undoubtedly now someone has stolen me from him and Hubby.

Abruptly the buzzing engine was off. I heard doors crashing and voices.

“Ask the Devlin to come and carry my new property home. I want her up to my bedroom next hour. By my footboard, of course. Cleaned, if needed and restored. Give her a bit of food and water but keep her restrained”

“Yes ma'am. Would you like her perfumed & oiled? I think she … your property stinks just a little bit”

“Nice idea. Do your best:”

Those were all unknown feminine voices to me. Anyway I was to be used (and abused) by a woman. In fact they have said “Madam” addressing whoever was in charge of my future.

“So nice a pet, this one. Have a look Jane! I guess Madam will have plenty of good time tonight. Come on Baby let's take you out of here”

Tall, muscular but feminine, busty, green…mmmhh…liquid eyes, slim, clearly liking her work. That was my temporary thug. She had a strong but sensual grip on my breasts and thighs, lifting me off the trunk. And she was in the nude…!? Yes, she was stark naked saved for a black stilettos pair and a red collar…collar? Was I manhandled by a slave? Should they have taken my gag off I would ask about, but…

“All right, Pet, I bet you'll walk a better way now” she said, freeing my legs “I'm mistress Devil to you. Now I'm to take off that gag. Are you going to be good and silent, Pet?”

I nodded.

“Good. Here we go. Now I guess you have a lot of questions to express. All newbie going to be permanently slaves here have them. As for now, I feel confident in allowing your first question to be solved. But remember, Pet, from now to the next permission to speak may run a lot of time, depending on your actual and future habits in training. So be careful, slave.”

I was a bit quivering. Also my freed legs shook violently for blood flushed again after a long time. I needed to know where, who, why. As an experienced slave I knew as my first requested thought had addressed to my new owner or such… so I went easy.

“Mistress Devil, may this one know whom is honoured to serve now and if Master Serge and Master Mark are aware of my being here? As a loyal slave this one feels compelled to ask about them.”

“Pet, your new owner is Mistress Scott. You're definitely a piece of Her Property now and I guess the rest of your life along. No one will know or uncover where you actually are. Most probably your past Masters will come across your missing without finding evidence or such. Mistress Scott is actually at Serge's estate sharing their efforts. She will fake to discover evidences of Mafia's thugs around. At that point your past owners will strive to contact those persons. And they will deny anyway. You're definitely lost, my pet. You're here to be fully enslaved and wholly committed to Mistress Scott's service. I know you knew each other. I also guess you think she can't easily do that, cause of her friendship for your husband and Serge and, most of all, for her social habits. Maybe you guess all the other people at her periodical parties know you and could report your presence to husband. Well you're wrong! You're not to be sheltered into Scott's estate. After your preliminary training you'll be here, mostly chained to the wall of Mistress Bedroom. I forgot, pet, we're in the Caymans now; and all the surrounding here around belong to your Mistress. And only Lynn Scott and her lawyer know about this place of hers. Put behind you all your past lives, pet. You're to rebirth as a piece of property, cherished, cared for, but property at all. Is that enough Pet? I think so. Now let' go.”

While she was talking, her fellows had retied my arms behind me…they also made my elbows touching…ouch …and my nipples protruding and stiff. Then, as just as a steel collar clicked shut around my neck, Devil snapped a leash onto it and hauled me to the house we have been in front of.

I gathered my data and my pussy her juices…I unmistakably had been stolen away from life (and luscious Masters). I had to face a real enslavement. No hope, no escape. Lynn Scott had planned this a lot of time ago I guessed. Through the years I guessed her desire to own me a few times and reported to Hubby. My beloved had accepted these warnings as ones of her appreciation and convinced me she was not dangerous. He told me also that masters/Mistresses Code in Bdsm inhibits from such habits. Slaves are property but each Master (Mistress) has earned that property through his her path to. Stealing a slave is crime not a play.

But in the very matter of fact I was a stolen slave facing a harsh future. Once again I was naked, tightly tied and leashed as a pet. My swelling breasts were abruptly touched by the whip…

“Ouch”…thwack “ouch” tweak, thwack…”Mistress this one regrets her habits, thank you Mistress for your guidance”

“Excellent Pet! I tested your attitude by whipping your breast “(the deadly bastard!?) –“I think you'll do the very best for your Mistress, don't you?”

Once inside Devil gave my leash to a male butler waiting by the main door.

“Up in the shower room, Philip. Lynn wants her a bit refreshed. Give her a bath, oil and perfume her and a bit of good food and water. Then the ring on the footboard. Let her as she is now. I know you're the best to”

“Well Miss Devil, I'll strive to be. What if she misbehaves …?”

“As usually, Phil. At your wariness.”

Philip drove me to the shower.

“They told me your past name was Dyane, Pet, didn't it? Now it's Pet. No more Dyane. No more womanly habits. You are a Pet. A cherished property, a female toy to be pleased with. You're not even human too, or at least you are within limits your owner will set up. Now, rules n. 1 : you're not to speak unless told to. You can say “yes” by juddering your breasts left to right, and “thank you Mistress” by wiggling your ass or say “no” (when requested to) by bending forward and presenting your butt. Only and if your mistress (or guests of her choice) request of you can talk in a proper third person manner. Even if you're not valued as human, your movements and habits gotta be gracious and feminine and charming at the very best or you'll suffer the consequences. I that understood?”

I wobbled my tits vigorously.

“Good Pet. Back to work now”

He hooked my leash to a ring on the wall and left. Slowly air's heat was pleasurably increasing. It was relaxing even if I started to sweater a lot. Tem minutes later I realized it was a Hammam room. Well a so said Turkish bath fitted the scene. A stolen slave, a luscious harem and such…

My blood quietly runs all along my body... especially trough my most sensitive. Tied as I was I couldn't test them but knew them..Moisting and…well you know what. I found myself cuddling my helpless conditions…tits were hard as rock…hips rousing up and there…up and there…it seemed I was lost again and again…naked, helplessly tied up and collared…mmhhh…

“So, you're enjoying the heat, Pet, don't you” said Philip

“…mmm. Yes Master…I…”

“…Master?!... I'm not your Master, Pet. You haven' a Master here! You have a Mistress, Lynn Scott her name. And most of all you've just broken rule n.1. Or did I allow you to speak?!!”

He was angry. I bent forward and presented my ass to his whims. He slapped my cheeks twenty or three times. Then gagged my sobbing mouth with a bit gag, hard and tight and blindfolded me. In the meantime room's temperature was hotter than before.

“I hope you learned your first lesson, pet. Now it's really time to clean you up”

I sensed him unhook my leash and pull. I followed demurely, quivering thighs and ass burning. Then a cold water jet was hurting me all around. It was a shockingly but exciting test for my nipples. I felt them protruding a bit more stiff…damned unruly slave bitches we are, don't we? Philip continued his work, softly drying my body with some sort of soft rags. His hands were strong but kind someway…he rubbed my breasts, my armpits… then he did my thighs expertly undoing my tension. Then we're going to the core…my love spots I mean, but he disappeared all at once…

I would have screamed but I was tightly bitted and blind…and on the edge again. I thought they were putting me to my heels. As a slave pleasure is not my thing, save for serving my masters or...Mistress, So that orgasms denying could be a tool to drive me to attention... The quicker I relaxed the better .Instantly I felt delicate hands pinching and opening my labia. A woman…again?! I pushed my hips forward and met …her lips…wow!!! She was licking me dry…and…I climaxed one... then two... three times. As I gasping for air, my unknown user probed my ass with his hand and sprayed some cream inside. It was fresh and pleasantly. Then a thick rod was plumbed into my ass... deeply…the ultimate touch in my debased state.

Next the same hands went ahead oiling all of my body. And that was a scented one; I savoured mint, sandal, and incense. My skin infinitely liked it. I felt like a radiant sun now and ready to serve my fate…

Unexpected pleasures and all that body caring had relieved me of any tension related to my new predicament. I was terribly hungry and thirsty too. As Lynn had ordered I was now quietly following my leash to an unknown place where I hoped to find some meals.

“Here we are, Pet. Kneel down for me.” It was Phil again. He took away my gag.

“Now open your mouth Pet, and taste this superb steak. Better you gain some strength for your next hours will be a bit harsh I presume. Good. Now what about a sip of wine? I knew you liked it.”

Philip served my meal patiently and a bit sternly, you know. In fact each time I relaxed my position just a little bit, bending forward or such; he roughly twisted my nipple, lecturing my habits. Aside from that He expressed approval of my posture by…well two probing finger deeply into my ass…Anyway I felt quickly restored.

“Now I'm to put you in a proper position to wait for your Mistress. Down to your heels, slave!”

He tied my ankles together, the ran a rope over my shoulders, down under my armpits and knotted it in front between my breast, and drove the remaining around my thighs, tightening and ouch…pushing my head down.

“Open your mouth, pet. Wider…wider…relax…good pet!”

It was a ring gag and that wasn't enough. A chain connected the ring onto my collar to something solid behind me. I heard the lock closing.

“Now open your eyes, Pet. Your Mistress will probably arrive next hours. This is your new home (save when you'll be stored away for puns, of course). Comfy? I think so. Stay there and wait, slave. But remember: never to look directly at your Mistress!”

And there I took a pew, on my knees, naked, ass plugged, tied up, collared by a luscious bed. Would I be in Lynn 's pants when entering this room I‘d instantly taken away by pleasure. Is there someone who hasn't dreamed about such a scene? …

Chapter 8: meanwhile…

“Take it easy, Men! You both can't be so unsteady all at once for a slave's missing. Property is property, after all. I understand you hate this occurrence but, anyway, you lost her. Now let's stick together our brains and strive to do our best to find her path. Is it Ok?”

“What the hell are you bubbling about, Lynn !? Property…? You were talking about my wife. And my slave of course. Primarily she is my soul mate, half the apple and so on. I can't but hunting those who had taken he away. And when I'll get them…”

“Serge, I regret Lynn 's tone but she is right. They have stolen our property. Think of her like that and keep it cool. We're both businessmen. We know mind coolness is strategic in targeting our goals, don't we? I just sent one squad of mine to detect hints all around the estate. In the mean time, my friend, collects your thoughts and do try and remember if someone has showed a particular interest in Dyane. Come on Buddy, I know there should be more of evidence than we have now”.

“Good. I think to go and steady up your men seeking. Should I find some tracks I'll call you instantly up? Ok?”

“Ok Lynn . Keep in touch” answered Serge demurely.

“Stupid dicks. All they can think about is a bunch of holes to use at their whims. So woman isn't but a piece of meat to be enjoyed uh? I'll show you big men! From now on your precious one is mine to keep. I'll break her to my pleasures….maybe next time they'll see her she would be naked and on leash, driven by my dog to her kennel and barking aloud…as the bitch she is…nice way…mmmhhh” Lynn mumbled to herself while running her Land Rover on the prairies.

Shortly afterwards she saw the Men and stopped the car.

“Nice to see you here, Mistress Scott. Are you doing …?”

“Here to help you Bud. Haven't you still found some of evidence?”

“Nope. Come with me to the camp” He answered.

Lynn 's arrival focused all other men's attention to the female body she displayed. After all, they were in search of a pleasure's female and some of them had tasted her charms. They were riding from early in the morning, visioning and talking about Dyane's charms and slavish kills. They were excited…and now this curvy rich female was there …alone.

Lynn sensed their disguised lustful glances. She was excited in a way. Being a dominant, so an evident male interest gave her a sense of power, but…it was also exciting in a strange way. For she flashed trough being overpowered by these nerds, roughly stripped and tied up and …

“Nice to see you all. Do I follow you by car or is there any horse for me?”

“Sure. Come with me Madam” said a stud, black haired, tall guy, and the greenest eyes you can think of.

He led Lynn some hundred yards in advance, towards some bushes.

“This snooty bitch” he thought “wiggle and jiggle that smart ass of yours if you like. A horse? I think you will like yours, slut”

As likely as they were amidst the bushes, so unseen by the group, he produced a pair of steel cuffs and snapped them onto Lynn 's wrists cuffing her hands behind.

“There. Much better now. Listen to me, cunt. I want to fuck you, here and now. Nothing else but for your sucking my cock after and lick it clean. I guess you'll enjoy it. And know you like this treatment, even if you play this crazy stuff of being in command in the rest of your life. As likely as you satisfy me you'll be free again to hunt that other bitch of yours. No one will know of your…entertainment. No scream or I'll kill you and report you've been assaulted by Dyane while I was bridling horses. Understand?”

Lynne was moistening. That abrupt reality lined up her thoughts. The way she was restrained had made her tits protruding …she was heavily and faster breathing….her mouth was invitingly open…

“…so you want to fuck me, you dirty stud. How come you thought to…?”

“Quiet, stupid bitch” he answered slapping her face “quiet. Time for you to learn to address your male's superior the proper way. Now kneel and beg me to fuck your worthless bunch of holes. I'm a one word man: I fuck you, you give me pleasure and then we go on our search. Even if I think this is the occurrence to teach you some proper manners. Now kneel, slut!”

“Fuck me Master, rough and hard. This worthless cunt begs you to use her. Anyway…anytime…please Master uses your bitch.” This was a fainting Lynn , head down, ass wiggling, invitingly.

Her captor padded Lynn 's ass a bit and hauled up her skirt, revealing the black thong.

“Nice ass, Slut. You have a thing for attracting males, I see. Good for my Friend here.”

He ripped off the tiny panties and handled her ass cheeks, widening them.

“Now take it all, you Bitch! And let me hear your appreciation for your Master's cock filling this worthless shit hole. Come on whore! Thank me for fucking your ass!”

“…Ooh…Master you're so big you're ripping me apart…thank you Master…mmmhhh…this worthless slut strives to have your cum up into her ass…harder... Master, harder I beg you!”

Lynn 's moans and ass bouncing up and down her intruder made him speedy harder than a rock. The man furiously began to groan and move faster.

“Good Bitch…up to your throat…enjoy my dick…now take my loads up to your ass. This is what you need…oh God!” He erupted collapsing onto the kneeling and cuffed woman for a brief moment.

Lynn was in heaven. Her captor couldn't have known that her only pleasure as a submissive relied on anal and Rape…and bondage. She had climaxed two times while the male was pumping into her.

“Ok bitch. Got to work now. Stand up!” he said, opening her cuffs.

“Now you'll show me how much you cherish your Master's cum. Stick your finger up in the ass and lick my cream off... Now.”

A trembling Lynn obeyed the order. Red luscious lips sucking her creamy fingers time after time…dreamy eyes closing by pleasure…hips swiftly undulating…then

“Your cream is off, Master. May this one serve you any other way?”

“No madam. As I said before now it's time to forward our work. You're a beautiful woman, and piece of ass I should say. The pleasure you gave me was immense. I'm pleased with you”

“Thank you Sir. May I know your name, now?”

“Name is Adam”

“Well, Mr Adam, I guess this was a first step in our… cooperation, you know. This was my first time as a submissive and I must frankly admit…that I liked it”

“You're welcome Madam. Now would you mount this one?” he answered giving to her the reins of a grey stallion.

They rode back to camp.

“I got something to get from my car. Please just wait for me just a little bit”

So said Lynn rode to her car; they saw her catching a shoulder bag by the side window and riding back again.

“Ok men let's go. May I suggest we open our rides on a 180° each? This way we could cover a lot more of space to check upon. Should someone detect a hint he could warn all the others by mobile phone. So what about?”

Lynn hoped they would have put up with her suggestion. If s, she'd have spotted all of her bogus hints all around without being seen. The men were visibly talking to each other and considering Lynn 's proposal. After all they were all professional hunters and such a suggestion tickled their skills. So they agreed and separately rode their paths.

Adam alone was a bit puzzled. He had sensed something unusual in Lynn 's thought, even if it apparently had a sense.

“Better to keep an eye on this piece of cunt. I want but interfere with that Dyane's recovery and my Boss interests. It seems as she hides some tricks” he thought heading on Lynn 's tracks, caring to be unseen from her perspective.

Lynn headed for an exact point. She had planned for a black limousine to be there, two men openly storing into the car's trunk some of Dyane's dresses (she had stolen them during the past night) and to be apparently uncovered by her. Then there would be a brief fight, whose end would have found Lynn aware they were from Sicilian Mafia, for they would have addressed her as “Bottana” (whore) “Fimmina fitusa” ( lurid bitch) and such.

Shortly she arrived to the spot.

“Hey Vic who's is this Bottana?”

“Donna know but better to take her with us” answered the second mafia man.

Next he caught Lynn 's leg and tried to dismount her. Lynn reacted kicking him away and started to call for help.

“Help… I don't want to….leave me away. Help!”

Adam had seen the entire scene. He rushed his horse and flew onto the man who was still handing Lynn . It was a brief fight for Lynn 's thugs had to fake a runaway.

“ Vic, let that fimmina fitusa away. Come on Bud, let's go back , Don Siciliano waits for news, come on!” Once in awhile they were driving the limousine away.

“ Are you Ok, madam?”

“ Sure Mr Adam, thank you…shouldn't you…”

“ Part of my work, madam. Who were those two…I heard them talking about …Don Siciliano… and then calling you a …”fimmina fitusa”… dunna know what they mean”.

“ Look Adam, I think they were from mafia. Don Siciliano is one of the most named big boss in New York . And most of all have a look. These are Dyane's dresses pieces. They were loading some other into car's trunk. I fear Dyane has been kidnapped by Don Siciliano. I saw him in a bdsm party, last year in Los Angeles . He had three slave girls for the night and the next morning they were in need of serious medical help. Poor Dyane! I am afraid we'll not see her again. Come on we need to inform Serge and Mark of this dreadful event.”

Adam called all the others searching at a gathering point while Lynn rushed his way back to estate. She was smiling in a strange way.

“And now, my dear Big dominant males, let's see your skills. While you'll be looking for a way out, I'll be enjoying Dyane's tongue right up my pussy.”

Anyway, who can uncover the future?