Mickey

Out of the void, my mind struggled to understand something. Anything.

There was something wrong, but my feeble brain just could not understand what it was

I tried to make my brain function and tell me what it was, but to no avail. I was still aware of this problem, but could not understand what it was.

Gradually I began to comprehend. It was pain. But where? After a while I understood it was pain in my breasts. Still later, I understood it was severe pain in my breasts as my mind gradually began to work again.

The pain seemed to steadily get worse, but probably as my mind started functioning better, I became more aware of the problem. It was a heavy ache in my breasts, but also a sharp pain in my nipples, and an ache in my pussy and ass.

I tried to open my eyes to look, but I could only see blackness. Gradually I became aware that I was blindfolded, and that there was something in my mouth preventing me from shouting out.

Where was I, and what was I doing there? How had I got into this situation? My brain still could not function properly and remember what had happened or where I had been. Meanwhile the pain in my breasts got steadily worse as I regained more consciousness.

Now I understood that I was almost on tiptoe, and that I was almost hanging from my breasts. I tried to close my legs, but they would not close. I tried to move my arms, but they seemed fixed above my head in a spreadeagled way. I was somehow fixed to some large form of “X”, standing on my tiptoes and almost hanging from my breasts. Something inside my ass was also supporting me.

Once again I tried to remember what had happened. How had I got like this? I still could not remember. It was as if I had been drugged. Even my mouth felt extremely dry in spite of whatever it was crammed into it, which I could not spit out.

Eventually it started to come back to me. Our small wooden house in the country that had been struck by lightening just after I had left it, with all the family inside, and then the horrifying realisation that the house was a fireball as the oil storage tank exploded.

It all came back to me then. The fire crews, the police and the coroner. The funerals and then the reading of the wills and realisation that I was suddenly alone in the world, almost penniless.

As I had planned to move away a few weeks earlier, I decided I needed to do this right away and try and make a clean break. A fresh start somewhere far away.

Then I recalled getting on the bus, the trip to the city and finding a small lodging house where I booked in for just three nights as I couldn't afford to stay any longer. I had gone out that first evening to a small bar just down one of the side streets, and there I had ordered a beer.

Just after leaving the rest room a little later, I had begun to feel funny. The room started swaying, and my eyes had difficulty in focussing. Then my legs felt like jelly. That was the last thing that I remembered

I had ordered the beer in the bottle, and even taken it with me when I went to the rest room. I had kept it with me all the time except for the few seconds when I dried my hands. There had been three other girls in the rest room at that time, so had one of them slipped something into the bottle?

Anyhow I was now all alone. Didn't know what time it was or even what day.

Let's move back a little and describe myself.

Long blonde hair, tanned skin, 5'7” tall and about 125 lbs. I had even received an offer in the past to do some modelling work, and that was the reason that I had gone to the city to find some work. Anything initially, but with this modelling in mind, I had come here (was I still there, or somewhere else?). I couldn't remember the name of the modelling agency, and all their correspondence had been lost in the fire, but I felt that being in the city, I stood a better chance of getting in contact with them again.

Suddenly I heard a noise. It brought my mind back to reality and the pain in my breasts very quickly.

It sounded like a door shutting. And then I heard footsteps approaching.

Suddenly a sharp slap on my ass, and a man's voice said “so you have decided to grace me with your consciousness at last have you”.

I tried to say something but all I managed through the gag was a sort of “Urrgh” sound.

He then explained to me that he was my master and that I was his slave. I thought that slavery had been abolished, and anyway it was only coloured people who were slaves, but I couldn't make any sensible sound with that gag still in my mouth.

Suddenly whatever it was up my ass started vibrating. Ooh! Wow! I had never known such a sensation before, and within a few seconds I was beginning to get turned on, in spite of the pain, darkness and humiliation. Whatever was it? Wow that is great, but I mustn't let him know that.

Still the pain, but I now had something else on my mind, so I was becoming less concerned about the pain in my breasts.

Next he told me I would have to wait. At least that's what it sounded like. But suddenly I felt the sting in my pussy lips increase, first the left side and then the right side. What was it? What was happening? I was getting more and more turned on by this vibration in my ass in spite of the pain in my breasts.

Next, the sting in my pussy lips suddenly changed into a tingling and pulsating tingle. Wow that was turning me on also. What was happening?

Then I felt another slap or something on my ass, which made me want to try and jerk away, but whatever it was, that heavenly thing in my ass, stopped me jerking away. Ooh! Wow! I felt like I was about to cum in spite of the pain and humiliation. But how dare I, there tied up and naked in front of this stranger? Were there other people also in the room? I didn't hear any more, but as I was blindfolded, there could have been more for all I knew.

And another slap or something. Than I heard a whistling sound followed by another crack and slap on my ass. I began to realise that it was not slapping, but a whip. Wow was I getting turned on by all this.

Still he didn't say anything, but just kept on with the whip. After about 10 strokes, he stopped, and I suddenly began to feel disappointed. That whipping had really turned me on and made me horny. Please fuck me now I thought, just to finish me off, but with the gag in my mouth, all I could manage was another “Urrrgh”.

Now I heard the whip again, and suddenly felt where it had been aimed. My very painful right breast. The pain exploded through me, and almost made me cum there and then. This was followed a few seconds later with another whiplash, but this time to my left breast. Wow! I can't keep myself from cumming I thought. And the right breast, and then the left breast, and again and again. Ooh!

Then he stopped. Don't stop I tried to say, but again Uurgh.

Then I smelled candle wax. Hot burning candles. And suddenly I realised that he was letting molten candle wax fall onto my tortured breasts. The feeling was absolutely indescribable, and suddenly I could hold back no longer. I climaxed. The first time ever without having sex. And what an orgasm. I shook and shook, and he kept pouring hot wax onto my breasts and a came again, and again.

Eventually he stopped and I would have collapsed onto the floor had it not been for whatever it was holding me by my breasts and that wonderful vibrating thing in my ass.

After a couple of minutes, he came up to me and gently removed my blindfold. It took some time for my eyes to focus after that orgasm and darkness, but when I could focus again, I did. There in the large mirror in front of me I took stock of myself.

I was hanging from ropes tied tightly around my breasts. My breasts were blue from lack of circulation, yet they still felt wonderful and sore. Through my nipples, there were two rings, each with a small weight hanging from them, and hot red candle wax now solidifying over my breasts.

Looking in the mirror, I saw that I was loosely tied to a large X shaped wooden structure, with my legs held apart at the ankles. Then I saw my pussy. There was a ring through the lips on each side, with weights hanging on these. And also some electrical wires connected to the rings, and they were still giving me a wonderful tingling sensation. That thing was also still vibrating away in my ass Wow I was almost ready to cum again.

How could I feel so great, so turned on by all this pain and humiliation?

Then I looked to try and see him. He was behind me. Wearing a mask.

Not a bad body. A good tan, lean, about 6 feet tall and 160 to 170 lbs. Short dark hair. No tattoos, no body jewelry. A good looker. The sort I might have fantasized about before all this.

Seeing him there dressed like he was in tight leather pants and nothing else really turned me on, so much so that I wished he would come back and give me another dose of what I had just had from him.

Wait a minute girl!

You have just been drugged, kidnapped, tortured and raped by this thing up your ass, and you want more? Are you sane? Yes I am! And I want more. Oh please, please more please!

Then he came up to me and said “Number seventeen, do you want more?”

I didn't know who he was talking to, but as he was looking at me, I assumed it was me. I tried to say No, but it came out as Uurgh again. But really I wanted to say “YES PLEASE”.

He switched everything off and the sensations started to subside a little, but still I wanted more.

How could I get more of this?

Wait a minute! I had never dreamed of anything like any one of those disgusting things that had been done to me, but here I was almost begging for more.

He removed the ball from in my mouth, and held a single finger up to his lips as a “Sshsh” sign, which I immediately obeyed.

Then he lifted me up off that thing stuck up my ass. Oh how I had gotten used to that thing in such a short wonderful time. After that he lowered the rope down that was supporting me by my breasts.

Ouch! How that hurt as the blood started circulating again. And I just collapsed on the floor.

After that, he removed the weights from the rings through my pussy lips and nipples. Now I was almost back to normal except for those rings in strategic places, and that wonderful feeling that I had just experienced.

“Number Seventeen” he said. “That is your name, and mine is Master”.

“No it's not…” I tried to say, but he slapped me hard across my cheek, and said

“Your name is Number Seventeen. And you only speak when I permit you to”

“Yes Master” I replied, at which he slapped me once again and repeated “You only speak when I permit you to. Do you understand? You may answer Number Seventeen”.

I answered “Yes Master”.

“Good. Now you understand your position, go into that room there and get dressed” he said, indicating a room in the corner of the hall that we were in.

I crossed the room rather shakily, still not recovered from that wonderful orgasm and still not really understanding what had happened to me.

When I got into the room, I saw a chair, a wardrobe and a bed. There was a small en-suite bathroom off from the room. Inside the wardrobe I found some clothes. Not my own, but some that seemed to be about the right size for me.

There was a black peephole brassiere, Seamed Stockings and suspenders, plus some black shoes with heels of about 5 inches.

There was also a black thong with an opening around the crutch.

I put all of these things on and very carefully sat on the bed wondering what would come next.

I sat for maybe an hour just wondering what had happened, how I had gotten here, what would happen next, and how to get out of there, when I suddenly thought “Do I want to get out of here?”

“Yes I do, because it was not my idea”. BUT “No I don't, not if I am going to get more sessions like that last one”.

I was still tossing things over in my mind when I thought about those little rings now through my nipples and pussy lips.

I gently started moving the rings, and started to enjoy the sensation. Wow, I was starting to feel horny again.

I wonder what is next I thought. Could I just enjoy myself a bit more by playing with these rings? So I started to enjoy myself, but within a few seconds, Master walked into the room and slapped me across my face.

“I am the only one that is permitted to make you cum! Don't you understand that?” he asked. “You may answer” he added.

I replied “Yes”.

He slapped me again and said “Yes What?”. “You may answer”

I replied “Yes Master”.

“That's better”.

“Now tonight, we have a special treat. You will get to meet a special guest and also Numbers Seven, Thirteen and Fourteen”.

“You will be prepared in one hour, wearing this dress”. He indicated a dress that was hanging on a hanger on the back of the door, which I had not noticed.

The dress was a floor length red silk dress with a slit from the hem to above the waist. The front plunged down almost to my navel.

“You will see that you cannot wear anything under that without showing it, so you should not wear anything except those rings until you are requested to” he added.

“Oh, and you will also wear this” he said handing me a butt plug. There was a small antenna sticking out from the butt plug. “That is a radio controlled unit in case you are wondering” he added.

One hour to kill. As Horny as ever, but I dare not touch myself. How had he seen what I was doing before? Was there a TV camera in the room or something? Was there a microphone and he had heard me?

I decided to take a shower and freshened myself up, after which I dressed as he has requested. What was I doing? I was a free person. I should not be subjected to such degrading acts!

But then I thought back to the immense orgasms that I had so recently had and thought “What the hell” I like it here.

So I got dressed as he has commanded, taking care to insert the butt plug first, to get the maximum benefit from it.

Mickey part two

As promised, some time later another girl came into the room. She was about 5'11, 160 lbs and completely bald. She was also wearing a dress identical to the one I had been instructed to put on.

She smiled at me.

“Who are you?” I asked. She gave me a funny look and said in a commanding voice “I did not give you permission to speak. Come here, bend over and lift your dress hem”. I did as she commanded, and she proceeded to slap me very hard on the ass. Because I had been whipped there so hard not so long before, it really hurt.

She then said “You are number seventeen. I am number seven. There is an order of seniority here, and you only speak without permission to someone with a higher number than yourself. Do you understand that? You may answer”.

I replied “Yes number seven”.

“That's excellent number seventeen. You are a fast learner”. “Now we must go and meet the master's guest, together with numbers thirteen and fourteen”.

We left the room and walked along a corridor, down an imposing staircase and came to an equally impressive entrance hall. There were two more girls waiting, both wearing identical dresses to those worn by myself and number seven. I said nothing.

Number seven said to me “These are numbers thirteen and fourteen. Thirteen is the one with the red hair. You may introduce yourself to them”.

I went towards the other two girls, still shakily after what I had gone through in the last few hours. I went up to them and said “Hi, I'm Jenny”, then realised I had made a mistake.

Slap! Right across my still very tender breast. Number thirteen said to me “You are number seventeen. That is your name. Any name you used to have is no longer a name. Do you understand. You may answer”.

“Yes number thirteen” I mumbled

Just then, the doorbell rang. It was one of those old fashioned doorbells, the sort that is a real bell, not one of those modern electric things.

Number seven went to the front door, opened it and there stood a short fat balding Arab looking man of about 65 years old. He was certainly not anyone that I would have given a second glance to.

He came into the entrance hallway, took off his outer coat and gave it to number fourteen, who took it and hung it up in a closet. He walked right up to me. “So you are the master's new toy” he said in a funny accent”. “Would you like to be my entertainment for tonight?”

I did not know what to say. The idea of such a man amusing himself with me was repulsive, so I said “No thank you sir. I am feeling tired tonight”.

“That was a wrong answer” came the master's voce from somewhere behind me. The correct answer should have been silence as you had not been given permission to speak, but as you did answer, the next best answer should have been something like ‘It would be my greatest pleasure Sir'”. “You will now be punished for your indiscretions. Do you understand? You may answer number seventeen”.

“Y yes master” I mumbled.

The master proceeded to strip me. That is he took off the red dress “uniform” that all four of us slaves had been wearing. This left me standing stark naked except for the new decorations of nipple rings and rings in my pussy lips that had been applied today and the butt plug still in my ass,

“You will be a table for our guest's drinks and meal today” he ordered. “And if anything gets spilled, you will be severely punished. Now get down on all fours and assume the table position and follow our guest wherever he goes this evening”.

I meekly obeyed.

Number seven then proceeded to bring both the master and our guest very large drinks, with the guest's drink almost brimming over in the glass. The master took his drink and the guest took his and stood it carefully on my back. I was forced to stay very still.

The guest the asked the master for some weights, so that he could have some fun with his table. The master produced two fairly heavy looking weights with clips, but the guest declined saying that they were not heavy enough, and he wanted four anyway.

The master produced four very wicked looking weights as he had been asked. These also had electrical wires running from one weight to another, wired in pairs. The guest quickly clipped two on to my new nipple rings, still holding the weight in his hand and suddenly let them drop. The pain was indescribable on nipples which had been newly pierced today and after the torture that my breasts had already had today, and I jerked from it with inevitable result. The glass on my back spilled some of the liquid in it onto my back and a little ran onto the floor. The master made me lick up the drink on the floor, but left the sticky drink still on my back, making me feel all horrible and messy. It was not easy to lick up he spilled drink, because I had to carefully assume a flat laying position so as not to spill more drink as I did so.

Once the floor was clean again, I assumed the “table” position once more. The pain in my very tender breasts was still extreme. The guest then ordered me to spread my legs whilst he clipped the other two weights onto my pussy rings. This time when he let the weights drop I was ready for it and managed without spilling any of the drink. As the guest started walking around the room inspecting the other three girls, I carefully followed him on all fours making sure that I did not spill any drink again.

The guest saw that I was managing this without too much difficulty so asked the master for a knee spreader bar. The master immediately sent number fourteen to collect this and proceeded to fix it to my knees. This made movement even more difficult as I had to move on all fours with this bar keeping my legs spread open and a drink in a glass on my back. Every time I moved to follow the guest, the weights on my nipples and pussy lips would sway and add to the sensations still in those locations.

After a while, the guest had drunk some of the liquid in his glass, and I was beginning to get the hang of moving about like that without spilling anything. The guest noticed this so immediately asked for his glass to be topped up to the brim once more.

This made my task even more difficult, and when the master saw what was happening, he took a small remote control device and pressed a button on it. Immediately the butt plug in my ass started vibrating. He then pressed another button and an electric shock surged between my nipples. Another button and a shock once more between my pussy lips. Inevitably, I began to tremble and shake with these sensations, which had the result that some more drink was spilled on the floor.

Because of this was that I was once again forced to lick up the spilled drink whilst the guest amused himself looking at my struggles.

After a short while, when the amusement of me struggling to be a table with the sensations of the rings that were tugging on my nipples and pussy lips, yet at the same time emitting occasional electric shocks, and the vibrating butt plug in my ass has passed, the master suggested some different entertainment.

Number fourteen was called, and the master told her to remove her dress and assume the spread table position. When she had done this, he proceeded put the drink on her back. This was easier for her because she did not have the added cumbrance of weights hanging from newly pierced nipples, a vibrating butt plug in her ass and a bar spreading her knees apart.

The master then unclipped the knee spreader bar from me, and told me to stand. He then led me back to the corner of the room where the large “X” was which I had been strapped into so cruelly earlier in the day. He proceeded to strap me back into the X, wrap ropes around my still very tender breasts, and start hauling me up by my breasts. With the electric shocks from the weights still attached to my nipples and pussy lips still surging through my body, I was getting near to panic. He suddenly realised that he would not be able to impale me on that ass plug that was fitted to the X whilst the vibrating butt plug was still in my ass, so he removed this and roughly impaled me again on the first one. The sensation was that of severe pain as the unlubricated plug was forced into my ass. More tension on the ropes around my breasts, and I was again on tiptoe. Yet a few more tugs on another rope, and I had been pulled completely off the ground, hanging here only from my very tender breasts and this vibrating butt plug, but still strapped spreadeagled to this X.

Next number seven appeared with two large candles and proceeded to light them. She silently handed one to the master and one to his guest. As I had not been blindfolded, I could see what was happening, and started to wonder what was coming next.

Crack! It was a whip around my very painful left breast from the guest. I was suspended from them, with new piercings and weights attached, and the weights were somehow giving me occasional electric shocks, and now a whip on them. I nearly passed out with the pain.

Crack! Again on my right breast. Once again I nearly passed out. Then the master brought out a hosepipe and turned a jet of ice cold water onto my face. This helped me to shake some of the weariness out of my brain.

Then onto my tender breasts. The pain was indescribable, and once again I nearly passed out. Back to my face, and then onto my pussy. Wow! What a sensation. Ice cold water, vibrations in my ass, electric shocks in my nipples and pussy lips through the new piercings. Suddenly I felt horny again.

How could this pain make me feel horny? I had no idea, but it seemed to work.

Then I saw what the lighted candles were for. The master and the guest took one each and proceeded to let hot candle wax drip onto my so tender nipples. This was too much and I started to cum. More wax, and I came again. What was happening to me?

Next the master released the ropes that were suspending me from my breasts. The pain surged through them from the returning circulation, but I did have to think about this for long because before I realised it, the X had been swung around and I was now hanging upside down.

Suddenly a large lubricated dildo was gently eased into my juicy pussy. More and more went in until I felt that it would almost split me in two. Then it started vibrating and pulsing. Wow! I started to cum again, but suddenly was brought back to reality whit a whiplash on my pussy. Ouch!

“From now onwards, you will only cum with permission” ordered the master. “And I do not give you permission to cum again tonight. If you do, you will be severely punished”.

How can I stop myself from cumming with these new and wonderful sensations happening to my body? I don't know, but I guess I will have to try.

Then I realised why I had been inverted on this X form. The master and the guest were standing in front of me holding their lighted candles out, and hot wax was being dripped onto my pussy, which was still holding that wonderful huge vibrating dildo. Wow again!

“I must not cum” I thought to myself. Think of anything but these wonderful sensations that are surging through my body.

“Fields on the homestead”

“Laying beside the river, looking at nature and listening to the birds”

“Remembering the plot of my favourite book”

These were the thoughts that I tried to force my mind to remember, but all the time there were these wonderful sensations surging through my body, filling it with pain and pleasure, making me want more and more to cum.

Eventually, I couldn't hold back any more. I came with such force that my whole body shook and I moaned out loud.

Crack! from the whip on my throbbing pussy lips! And again! And again! I lost count of the lashes that I received, but suddenly I was beginning to enjoy them more and more. How was that possible?

How was all this possible? Earlier this evening (or when was it?) I had been having a quiet drink in a bar, and now suddenly all this?

Eventually after all the sensations, the electric shocks, hot wax and everything else, my mind gave up and I guess I must have blacked out.

When I came round again, I was back in my room, laying on my bed. I looked around first at myself, and then at the room.
I was naked under the bedcovers apart from the rings in my pussy lips and nipples.

My breasts, and especially the nipples, were very tender.

Nothing in the room had changed.

What time was it? What day was it? How had I gotten to be in this situation? I then rememberd what I could of it.

How can I get out of here?

Do I want to get out of here?

And then the memories of the wonderful orgasms that I had so recently experienced.

My hand wandered to my so sensitive nipples, forgetting the new rings through them, and accidentally pulling on one as a finger bumped into the ring. Wow! What a sensation. Onto the other nipple with my other hand and away I went again on a pleasure trip.

Then a hand down to my pussy, and I started playing with my clitoris. The sensations were fantastic, but I did not feel like I was “getting anywhere”. A quick tweak on one of the rings through my nipples and suddenly I was cumming again. Wow!

And then I remembered that I had been forbidden to cum without permission. Did anybody know? Would I get away with this one? When would the master use me again?

And suddenly I realised that I did not want to get away from there.

In spite of the pain and humiliation, it was where I really needed to be.

Mickey Part 3

I was forbidden to cum without permission, but Oh how heavenly it was there in the solitude of my own little room.

I was left mostly alone for the next three days. Alone except for my thoughts.

And my thoughts kept going to those oh so tender nipples, my so tender pussy, and the wonderful pain that I had so recently enjoyed.

During those days, I used to masturbate myself probably four to five times each day.

Then I thought about how my life was now and how it had been back in the seemingly distant past. But wait a minute, it was only a week ago! Or was it longer?

Back in the past, sex and masturbation were very rare things. Perhaps once per month for each, but now four or five times per day. What had I been missing in the past.

And then I remembered. It was the pain and humiliation. How wonderful that was.

Then the master sent for me.

“Number seventeen” he commanded, “Sit down here and look at this screen”.

I did as I was commanded, sat down and looked.

He then started the tape running. It was a video made in a funny form of black and white (I later found out it was Infra Red) of me in my room. Every few minutes, there was a new shot of me masturbating and thoroughly enjoying it. I began to get so horny just looking at it.

But the master said “You were forbidden to cum without permission. Is that correct? You may answer”.

I replied that he was correct.

“Then you must be punished” he said.

He fastened a collar like a dog's collar around my neck, stripped me completely naked, and then fastened a lead to the collar around my neck. He then lead me out to a sort of hospital room or doctors surgery.

There he laid me on a sort of large bed on my back, and fastened my arms above my head, out to the sides. He also fastened my ankles to something at the bottom of the bed, forcing my legs to be kept spread wide apart.

Then he made a telephone call, and two more girls appeared. They were dressed as nurses.

I began to wonder what would happen next. Half anticipating some more wonderful pain, and half dreading the unknown.

One of the girls went to my so tender pierced nipples, and proceeded to apply some liquid to the nipples, where they were pierced. Wow did it sting. Then I saw the mirror above my head, and could see everything that was going on. The liquid was a sort of brown colour.

The girl proceeded to remove the rings from my nipples, and then lubricated up a taper, and pushed it through my so tender piercings.

“OUCH”

She followed with much larger diameter (and thicker section) rings, and clipped them in place.

Because of the previous torture and new piercings that these had received, they both bled a little, but it was the pain that was the worst.

Shortly after this, the other girl went to my pussy, and applied the same liquid to the sore pierced lips.

“I suppose I am getting bigger rings here also” I thought to myself. And I was right.

Oh the pain. But not the same pain as the pleasurable pain that I had so recently experienced at the hands of the master and his guest, or at my own ministrations, but a much more of an aching pain, there and in my nipples.

This girl then proceeded to pierce my pussy lips and insert more large diameter thick section rings until there were four rings in each side, each about one inch in diameter and just under one eighth of an inch in section.

Wow did that hurt!

The next surprise was the master suddenly clamping my clitoris. Not the hood, but the clitoris itself. And then he stuck a needle through the clitoris.

At this I blacked out.

When I had come round a little while later, I found that I was still laying on this bed, alone and naked except for these metallic adornments. One large ring through each nipple, four large rings through each of my pussy lips, and a smaller ring through my clitoris.

I was still strapped down to the bed, and my nipples and pussy lips had almost stopped bleeding.

The master came back and said “Good to see you back with us. That is the start of your punishment. The rest of your punishment starts now. You will stay here for the next thirty six hours as you are”.

He then walked out of the room, switching the light off as he walked out.

I was so wanting to relieve myself, but daren't in case someone punished me even further. But 36 hours? Could I last that long?

After a very long time, one of the girls came in to the room and switched on a small light at the side of the room. She offered me a drink through a flexible pipe, which I took a sip of to moisten my lips and throat. The she left me, once again in darkness.

Eventually I could not hold out any longer, and urinated all over the bed. It was warm and smelly, and so uncomfortable. But I had no choice.

Eventually, the master returned. I don't know how much later it was, but it was certainly a very long and uncomfortable time.

He unstrapped me, helped me gently from the bed, and led me back to the torture chamber as I had come to know it.

There, he laid me down on my stomach. Ouch. The pain from my sore nipples as I lay on them.

Then he took a long length of strong rope, tied two loose knots in it, lifted the top of me up, and slid the rope under me, until the loose knots were circles around my breasts.

He worked these loops up my breasts, and started to pull them tight, until my breasts were once again tightly bound in these two loops. Then he took the ends of the rope and passed it around something above my back, and started to pull me up.

OUCH!

Thankfully he did not lift me completely, but it was an almost unbearable pain with these loops crushing my breasts.

Next he took another long length of the same rope. He folded it in half, and took the middle point and slid it under my stomach. He then wrapped the rope once around my waist, and threaded the long end through the folded loop by my navel. He then took the long ends down between my legs, and threaded it through the “belt” of this rope at my back.

This hurt my pussy lips so much.

I began to dread what was coming next, but it happened. He took the end of the rope, passed it over something high up above my back, and started to pull me upwards.

The effect that this has was to tighten up on my waist, and the rope bit down onto the newly pierced clitoris, spreading my newly pierced pussy lips as it did so.

I let out a yelp of pain, at which the master stopped pulling further. I was now laying on my stomach, with these loops around my breasts half supporting the top of my body, and this rope passed around my waist, sticking so deeply into my clitoris, but still with most of my weight at the bottom still on the floor.

I dreaded to think what would happen if he pulled any more.

Then he pulled some more.

After that, he took a strap and passed it around my chest just under my breasts, and another one fastened to my ankles. He connected these together, and hooked them up to a winch, and hoisted me into the air, about three feet above the ground.

Then he retensioned the ropes binding my breasts and sticking into my clitoris and ass until I could hardly stand the pain.

I had to keep my body rigid else I would be putting all my weight on either my breasts or the rope passing over my clitoris.

“Now for the rest of your punishment” he said. “You will stay here like this for another twenty four hours”.

“There will be some visitors, but you are not allowed to make eye contact with them, and no matter what anybody does to you, you are not allowed to cum until your punishment has been completed. That will be in 24 hours time”.

So there I was, suspended, bound by my breasts, and with a lot of my weight on a rope pressing heavily on my freshly pierced clitoris.

He unexpectedly slapped my ass, and the natural jerk reaction that my body made tugged even more on the rope on my crotch, making the pain even more unbearable.

If he was going to leave me like this for 24 hours, with guests doing things to me, what state would I be in after that?

A few hours later, the first visitor arrived, followed shortly afterwards by another two men. The first visitor was the Arab man who had been here before, but the other two seemed to be eastern European from their features. These last two were probably in their forties to early fifties. Nothing special to look at.

One of these new visitors had a hot cup of tea brought to him, and he proceeded to place it on my bare buttocks. “OUCH”. That was hot, but I daren't even flinch for fear of the pain in my nipples, clitoris and pussy.

The other east European went and fetched some weights and clamps, and clamped them onto my tender nipples. Then he lifted the weights up until they were just touching my chest, and let them both drop suddenly. OUCH! The jerk as the weights pulled on my tender nipples made me shudder, and I spilled some of the tea.

“More punishment” said the master. Next the Arab arrived with three candles and candle holders. He put the candles in the holders, and lit the candles. Next he carefully positioned two of the candles just beneath my so tender nipples, about 12 inches below them. Wow the heat from those flames really burned on the tender nipples. This pain in turn also turned me on, and I started wishing that I could cum some way. Any way, even a Lesbian would have done, but trussed as I was, I daren't move.

Hot candle wax was now dripped onto my naked and so tender ass. With every drop, I jerked. You can guess the consequences of this involuntary movement. Yes, I jerked, and caused myself even more pain, and also the squirming was causing the rope over my clitoris to stimulate it.

The master saw what was happening, and so he stopped them from doing anything more. The candles were (thankfully) removed from under my nipples, and the tea was removed from my bare buttocks.

The whole group passed on to another area beside me in the torture chamber and started on another girl.

I could hear her muffled squeaks and grunts as she came in for various activities, but because she was beside and partly behind me, I could not see what was happening to her.

It was so difficult to keep my body rigid to prevent the ropes from really crushing my breasts and the other rope from hurting so much in between my legs. Every now and again I would almost drop off to sleep, only to be immediately woken up by the sudden increase in pain as I relaxed.

This went on for what seemed like hours. The other girl in the room had been “trained”, and had left after some time, when the master came up to me gently. He said “That's excellent number seventeen. I see that you have indeed learned a great lesson in the last few hours. I have a mind to let you off further punishment. Would that please you? You may answer”

“Yes Master. That would please me greatly” I answered.

So he gently helped me to get out of my bondage and to return to my room. When we got there, he asked me if there was anything that I would like him to do.

I replied that in the time that I had been in his care, I had come to like the way of life there, and to greatly enjoy pain up to a certain extent, but some of the pain was beyond my capacity to endure. I also said that in all the time, nobody had had real sex with me.

The master said that he would rectify that for me that night, and then left me alone.

Some time later, one of the other girls came to collect me. She led me to a large wardrobe, and told me to select some clothes for the evening, then to go back to the torture chamber.

I slected a nice long white dress with a slit from the hem up to just above my waist on the side, The cleavage plunged down to where my pubic hairs would have begun. I wore no other items except for the steel rings that were now a part of my pussy lips, clitoris and nipples. When I entered the torture chamber, the master greeted me warmly and approved of my attire. He then introduced me to “The Kiwi”. A white man of about 40 years old, about 5'10” and 180 lbs. Quite a nice looker.

“Do want he asks, and you should have your earlier wish fulfilled” said the master to me gently. “But remember, you may only speak with permission, and you may only cum with permission, and if there is no invitation for you to cum, and no opportunity for you to ask this, then you may not cum. Do you understand? You may answer”

“Yes master” I answered, at which the master handed me over to the Kiwi.

The Kiwi took me over to the big “X” again, and there he tied me loosely spreadeagled again. There were no ropes around my so tender breasts this time. He left me wearing the dress I had chosen.

Next he lifted the hem of the dress, and looked at my ringed pussy and clit. “Wow” he said. “This calls for some special equipment”, so off he went and came back with an electronic box of some kind.

He took loads of wires, fitted clips to them, and started plugging them into the box. The clips he clipped to one ring on each side of my pussy, and one pair of clips on each ring through my nipples (after pulling the front of my dress aside enough to access them, and then replacing the dress). Then he clipped another wire to the ring through my clitoris, and another lead to a small metal egg shaped item which he so gently lubricated and slid into my rapidly moistening vagina.

Then he switched them on and started adjusting them. The first things he switched on were the rings on my nipples. These started tingling nice and gently, with the occasional sharp pulse. This really got my juices running. I started getting really horny, fancying this man like crazy.

Next he switched on the wires on my pussy lips. This added to the effect, but I still managed to avoid cumming as I had been instructed.

After this, he switched on the other pair of wires, the ones connected to the metal egg in my vagina and the one connected to my clitoris ring. This sent me over the top and a couldn't help myself from cumming there and then.

The Kiwi said “That's a good start. Let's forget that you did that without permission, but the next time that you cum will only be with my permission. Do you understand? You may answer”

“Y-Yes sir” I stuttered.

He left the current still pulsing through my body, but gently started to caress my ass. It felt real great, and it was all I could do to stop myself from cumming again.

Next he dropped his pants, and got out the most enormous penis that I had ever seen (not that I had seen many before that). He came up to me, kissed me gently on the mouth, and then gently pulled the egg shaped device from inside my vagina. This stopped the sensations in my clitoris.

Then he gently inserted his penis into my vagina. It was so lubricated that in spite of it's enormous girth, it just slid in as easy as anything, but Oh Boy did it feel greal.

With me still standing, spreadeagled on this “X” it was difficult for him to keep his balance, but he managed to do so. He started a slow deep penetrating rhythm and I started squirming, trying to avoid cumming immediately. Gently, ever so gently, he caressed my ass again, and then my pulsating nipples through my dress, all the time keeping up this wonderful thrusting rhythm.

Oh it was difficult to stop myself from cumming.

After what seemed like a wonderful eternity, he said to me “OK. You now have permission to cum, but at the same time as me”. As he finished saying this he took hold of the rings in my nipples through the flimsy dress I was wearing and gave them a sharp tug. I almost came at that instant, but sensed that he was working up to his own climax. I felt his thrusts get faster and faster, then slower and slower, but deeper with each thrust.

“Fill me” I thought, but he just kept on thrusting and tweaking my nipples until I felt I could not hold out any longer, then with one enormous thrust he shot his load into me just as I came myself.

Wow what an orgasm!

I had never experienced anything so tremendous as that, and as I climaxed, my whole body shook, my knees went weak, and if I had not been tied by the wrists to this “X”, I would have fallen onto the floor.

He gently untied my ankles by pulling on some ropes, then gently untied my wrists, still stuck inside me. He unclipped the wires from this machine and somehow walked me into my room, still with his penis inside me, but with me stood on his feet as he walked. He laid me gently on the bed, kissed me tenderly, and then walked out of the room.

I immediately fell asleep.

Mickey part four

I was left alone the next day, but having learned not to "enjoy" my body, I had obeyed the master.

The master came to visit me the next day, and told me that his visitor, the Kiwi, had really enjoyed my company, and would the master thank me for him.

He said that as a special treat, I could "look after" number nineteen for him. She was in the next room, so could I start straight away. The master would be along in an hour to see how we were getting along.

I went into the next room, and there, naked and tied to a bed was a very young, petite Asian looking girl. "Hello, I'm Shamra" she said.

I picked up the whip next to the bed and gave her a sharp swipe across her naked stomach. "You may only make any sound with permission" I gleefully said to her. "I'm number seventeen. I am in charge here. Do you understand? You may answer."

"Yes number seventeen" she mumbled.

I untied her and led her roughly into the torture chamber, stood her with her back against the "X", and tied her in place just as I had been so long ago. Or was it only last week? I had lost all sense of time by now.

Once she was lashed into place, I took a wooden trestle with a piece of rounded wood about one and a half inches diameter on top, and forced this under her crotch, so that she was forced to sit with her pussy lips separated by this round pole, almost supporting her weight on the pole.

I then took a hammer and two small nails and nailed her pussy lips (at the front) to the pole. She yelped as the nail pierced the first side, to which I gave her a sharp crack on her buttocks with the whip. She whimpered, but was silent when I nailed the other side to the pole.

Once she was well and truly fixed to the pole, I took a wide leather belt and wrapped it around her waist and the centre of the big X; I then pulled this as tight as I was able, until she was having difficulty in breathing.

Once I saw this, I looked for the nipple clamps that had been used so effectively on me. I took them, found some nice heavy weights to attach, and clipped the first one to her nipple. She yelped, so I slapped her across the face to remind her to be silent.

As I dropped the weight, she gave out a loud cry of pain. I was not surprised, as the clamp was almost pulled off from the nipple. However, I took the whip and gave her a lash across the other breast to remind her to keep silent.

The next clamp went on, and again the weight was dropped. This time from a bit higher, and this time the clamp did pull completely off from the sore nipple, which had just been whipped. "You were told not to make any sounds unless you had permission" I reminded her. "This is your punishment for making sounds. Do you understand? You may answer."

"Y yes number seventeen. I understand" she mumbled.

Crack! Again the whip across her very tender nipple. "I did not clearly hear what you said" I told her. "Will you repeat that? You may answer"

"Yes number seventeen. I understand" she said clearly.

Then I took a step-ladder and placed it immediately in front of her. I climbed up the steps and presented my pierced pussy and clitoris to her mouth. "Make me cum" I commanded, and she hesitantly started licking at my clitoris. This started to get me horny, and I started squirming as she licked and sucked at me.

She was very good at it, and I was soon very horny, and writhing around in pleasure at the top of this step -ladder when suddenly the master appeared.

"Number seventeen. Who gave you permission to cum?" he commanded. "You may answer".

"N nobody" I replied.

"Well then you also must be punished" he replied. "Come here".

I did as I was told, climbed down from the step-ladder and went up to him.

He threw me onto a couch, and took a bottle of chilli sauce, smeared some onto a small dildo, and roughly stuffed it up my vagina. Ouch did that hurt, but I was careful not to make any sound.

The master then went to my crotch and took out the upper pair of rings in my pussy. He replaced them with a small padlock.

He continued with all the pairs of rings in my pussy until I was completely locked off. "You will now stay like that for the next seven days, but I have not finished with you yet" he commanded, all the while the chilli sauce on the dildo itching and stinging more and more.

"However, I admire your initiative with number nineteen" he added.

The master then took hold of me, lifted me up from the couch and forced me to stand. He forced my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together, then my forearms, and then my elbows, until I had my arms stuck out behind me almost like a tail.

He then took another rope, tied it to my wrists, and threw the other end over a beam in the roof, and pulled tight until I was forced forward by the arms behind my back.

After he had tied this rope off, he took the weights that I had fastened to the nipples of number nineteen, and clamped them onto my pierced and very tender nipples, and as I had done, he let each weight drop as he finished. The pain was excruciating, and I nearly passed out.

He then fastened two more ropes around my legs just below my knees, and proceeded to hoist my legs into the air behind me. This left me suspended on my front, by my arms at the back of me, and my knees.

The master then walked in front of me, took out his penis and stuck it right in front of my mouth. "Get on with it" he commanded, and make sure its good.

I did as I had been commanded, and soon he was shooting his load down my throat, making me choke on it.

After this, the master turned his attention on number nineteen. She was still strapped to the big X, hardly able to breath with the belt so tight around the X and her waist, still nailed to this rounded bar on top of the trestle.

He took another taller trestle with a two foot long piece of timber tied on top of it, and placed it in front of number nineteen, with the timber just underneath her nipples. Then he took the hammer and nails that I had used on her and nailed her nipples to this piece of wood. She yelped in pain at this, and so he removed the trestle, leaving the wood suspended from her sore and bleeding nipples, and walked off.

All the time the chilli sauce inside my vagina was hurting more and more, and my arms also really hurt from the way I was tied up. After what seemed like an hour, the master returned and helped me down. He untied my arms, but left my wrists still loosely bound behind my back so that I could not get my arms in front of me or touch my pussy, or take off the clamps with weights on, now firmly attached to my nipples.

Then he laid me on my back, removed the padlocks from my pussy and withdrew the chilli sauce covered dildo. By now the sauce had dried, so that really hurt as it was pulled out. To help me get over this, he then stuffed the end of a hosepipe up my pussy, and turned the ice cold water on for a few minutes.

That felt heavenly after the stinging from the sauce, until he replaced the hose with a dildo made of ice. After that he replaced the padlocks and took me back to my room, still with my wrists tied behind my back. “See you in a week” he said as he left.

What was I to do, tied up for a week with this ice dildo rapidly melting inside my pussy. The ice coldness had turned to numbness by now, but I could still feel the cold water trickling down my legs.

Some hours later, when all the ice had melted and I had regained some feeling in my vagina and pussy, I was beginning to feel horny, but wondered how I could “help myself out” in this predicament. I thought “That is not allowed. Lets try and get some sleep”, but I could not get comfortable with both arms behind me and clamps with weights on fixed to my nipples. I tried for hours to get to sleep, but the randiness in my pussy, and the pain in my nipples prevented me from dropping off.

Then it felt as if there was something inside my pussy. I tried to make out what it was, but couldn't. However, there was definitely something there. It must have been inside the ice dildo when that was inserted.

After what seemed like many hours, I eventually managed to drop off for what seemed like a few minutes, only to be woken up by the master.

“Stand up” he commanded, so I did as I had been instructed. Then he roughly pulled one of the clamps on my nipple off. The nipple was completely numb by now, and I hardly felt anything. The master grinned, and pulled the other one off.

Within a couple of minutes, the blood started circulating through my nipples again. Wow did that hurt. They started throbbing and felt like they were on fire, but it was such a wonderful feeling at the same time.

After a few more minutes, the pain was really intense and throbbing, and I just wished that I had some way of soothing those poor nipples, when the master replaced the clamp and weight on one of them. As he let the weight drop, I screamed with the pain.

Crack! A whiplash on my buttocks. “You may not make any sound unless you have my permission” he reminded me. I grimaced, but said nothing.

I was ready when he added the other clamp and let the weight drop, and managed to stifle the scream.

He then led me back to the now empty big X, and once again tied me to it, this time with both arms behind me, but my legs splayed out. He bound me tightly just under my breasts to the upper part of the X, then stuffed a lubricated plug up my ass. It was such a surprise that I almost let out a yelp, but managed to control it.

Suddenly, I felt a vibration inside my pussy. How was that possible, or was I mistaking something up my ass for something in my pussy? No! Suddenly the plug up my ass also started vibrating. This started to get me really turned on, but there was nothing I could do about it in my helpless state except to squirm and wriggle with the sensations.

Then the master took a small “birthday cake” candle on a pin, and proceeded to stick it into my right breast. Boy did that hurt. Fortunately it was far enough away from the nipples that it was not unbearable. Next another one stuck in my left breast, and then he got out the matches and lit these two candles. “Ouch” as the hot wax dripped onto the right nipple. A sharp crack on the buttock with the whip for the sound was his response.

Then surprise surprise. The X turned upside down! I was still strapped to it, but suddenly the candles were burning up very quickly and burning my tender breast. He squirted me with a jet of water, and this put the candles out before I had time to be really badly burnt.

I was now hanging upside down on this X, arms tied behind my back and over (or was it now under) the centre of the X, vibrating plug in my ass and something vibrating in my pussy. Weights still hanging from my nipples, but now still swinging from one side to the other.

Then the master took a couple of large candles and lit them. He waited until they were burning well, and both had a nice pool of molten wax in them, and then started to let the molten wax drip onto my padlocked vibrating pussy. The pain was initially intense, but as the lavers built up, became less so, but the vibrating sensations inside me, and the gentle tugging on my nipples were making me feel hornier and hornier.

Whilst I was trying hard not to cum, the master suddenly poured hot wax onto one of my upturned feet. This unexpected pain finally brought me to a climax. And what a climax. I had been anticipating this and trying secretly to achieve this for some hours now, but to do it in front of the master when I was forbidden to do so was so shameful. I dreaded to think what he was going to do to me next.

“That was naughty” he said. “Now you must stay here like this whilst I think up what your punishment will be”, and he walked off, leaving me still upside down.

A few minutes later, he returned with number nineteen. He said “I have decided to promote number nineteen. She is now number sixteen, and you will be left in her care”.

After what I had so recently done to number nineteen (now sixteen), I began to get worried. I looked at her, and the nails in her pussy and nipples had been replaced with rings. What will she do to me to get her own back?

The first thing that she did to me was to tell me that I would never be promoted, so I was going to have a reminder of my number.

She disappeared and returned a few minutes later with some tools. I didn't see what they were, because she stood behind me with them, but after a while, I heard a sort of roaring sound. Not too loud though. She stayed behind me for a couple of minutes, and then walked in front of me carrying a branding iron. I dreaded what she was going to do with that. It must have been a blow lamp that I had heard roaring, to make the branding iron hot.

Then she branded me under my right breast! I screamed, and she said “now for punishment for screaming, you will be branded on your ass as well”.

I started sweating as I heard her go back behind me and start heating up the branding iron again. When it was really hot, she came back to me from behind and said “OK. Now you are going to get it on the ass”. All the time the plug in my ass and in my pussy were still vibrating, giving me mixed feelings of pleasure and horror of what was to come.

Slowly she brought the branding iron closer to my ass. I could feel the heat of it as it slowly approached, and then suddenly that pain and hissing sound again.

This time, I managed to stifle my screams, but the pain and vibrating sensations made me cum yet again.

What was happening to me? I was being tortured. The pain was incredible, and yet I was cumming? How could so much pain make me cum?

Questions that I knew no answer to, but in spite of the pain, I was enjoying it so much.

After that, she applied some ointment to the new brands, and let me see them by carefully holding some mirrors. They were both red weals showing the number 17. This was to be a permanent reminder of my status, which would stay with me for the rest of my life.