My story of domination and submission.
At 23 years of age I was finally on my way. Life to this point had been full of tough choices and anything but easy. My father was a truck driver who did the best he could raising me as a single parent. We moved a lot but Dad always found away to keep me in school as well as find good folks to look out for me when he was on the road. That all changed the day before my sixteenth birthday. Dad was in rush to get home but never made it. The policeman told me he didn’t suffer, the crash had killed him instantly…and instantly I found myself on my own.
For 2 years I bounced around foster
homes. My last one was particularly
abusive to the point I had to get out.
My salvation was the Marine Corp.
On my 18th birthday, I enlisted. The four years I spent in the Corp changed my
life. I learned discipline and gained a
streak of toughness. The physical part
also turned and ok body into to a very hard yet feminine one. I did my time in
Looking
back, I probably should have gone for a less expensive state school, none the
less I got into a good but expensive private college in
The Ad
Despair hit me while sipping a coffee in a small new wave type coffee shop. I had found this place near enough to Campus, but still off the beaten track. I wouldn’t say I fit in, but the food and coffee were cheap and I found myself attracted to the somewhat alternate life style crowd. I could not put my finger on it, but there was always an undercurrent of some guarded secrets that permeated the place. In any case, it was quite a change to being in my previous environment. Not many potential Marines in the crowd.
I must have looked pathetic sitting there contemplating some rather dismal options. One of the more popular eclectic patrons asked me why such a pretty young thing looked so down. I gave the quick readers digest version. He asked me if I had checked out any of the ads in the shops favorite rag. He smiled and handed me a copy.
At first glance it was one of those ultra left wing papers whose main feature is the weekend club review, but what set it a part was a rather expanded section on alternative lifestyles, bondage and S&M. But, it did have a rental section and what the hell. I leafed through it for more leads. There where a large number of subsections with some real interesting and often obvious reads. “Good looking young submissive lesbian roommate wanted willing to share queen size bed” was one of the more blatant ones. But near the end I found one under situation wanted:
Room for rent in large house two miles from Campus. House has heated pool, jacuzzi,
sauna and playroom. Married couple
prefers female college student. Modest
rent can be reduced by willingness to serve couple in chores around house.
Something stirred inside me. At first I decided to pass on it, but curiosity got the best of me and I called the number in the Ad. After about the fifth ring I was about to hang up when woman’s voice answered. I quickly explained that I was looking for a rent for upcoming school year and saw an ad in the local paper. She told me the time frame was for one semester unless things worked out well and that they where a bit selective. We arranged a time to meet that afternoon.
Still a bit intrepid, I headed out on my bike. I almost missed the turnoff for their road. Though it was close to the campus it was a bit secluded. When I got to the driveway I was impressed. The house was an older well kept cape on the edge of a tidal pool complete with what looked like a small private beach. I had to ring a buzzer complete with intercom system to get past the gate.
Jane met me half up the driveway with a very welcoming smile. She looked to be in her late 30’s and from initial glance she took care of herself. We chit chatted for a bit as she showed me around the grounds. The place was awesome! About 30 minutes into the tour we where joined by her husband Greg. He was coming out of a home gym and definitely looked like he spent a few hours a day there. He was obviously a body builder…seen the type many times in the Marines. He introduced himself but did not say a whole lot more. I did learn that he was a Doctor specializing in sports medicine and she was lawyer.
After the tour Jane started to ask me some questions about college and my background. Initially she seemed very concerned when I told here I was a freshman. I asked her if that was an issue and she said it was. In her opinion most freshmen were too immature to live off campus …being the first time away from Mom and Dad. I laughed at that and gave her a quick background of my past. My being a former Marine seemed to regain her interest as well as the fact I was a bit older then most freshman.
The conversations eventually got around to the “chores” part of add, she said they had some unique ground rules:
- We expect you to maintain at least a “B” average in school.
- You will get a minimum of 3 hours study time a night.
- We expect you to workout at least 3 times a week, more preferred. We don’t tolerate fat and lazy.
- Initially you will be expected to house clean, do dishes and on occasion cook dinner.
- We have a party once a month where you will attend and serve our guests
- I’m to be referred to as Madam, and Greg is Sir.
- As time goes on we may ask more of you, but there has to be a mutual trust and comfort level built.
- Also, the pool area, sauna and Jacuzzi are clothing optional for us and our guest.
- Initially the rent will be $300.00 a month, but overtime based on services performed that is negotiable….all the way down to free rent and board.
My mind went into overdrive. That stirring inside of me was back. I guess I had paused to long and she just looked at me and said, “Well, do the terms bother you?” Part of me saw the strong potential of what I was getting into and wanted to run…instead “no the terms are acceptable” came out. Jane immediately corrected me…”the terms are acceptable Madam.” So it began.
Settling In
After conferring with her husband she came back with a written contract that covered the basics terms with a one semester room guarantee and an option for more. I looked it over quickly…maybe too quickly … swallowed hard and signed it. I was ready to head back to my bike and the campground, but she dismissed that idea and told me I would be staying the night and she would drive me to the campground in the morning so I could retrieve my things.
The provided bedroom was very basic and reminded of the very Spartan Quarters in a forward Marine berthing unit. My room shared a master bathroom with theirs that was bigger than my bedroom and complete with a large jetted whirlpool tub and a separate walk-in shower. The shower was like walking into a room. It had a built in bench, three distinct shower heads along the ceiling and a vertical wall of water sprayers. The wall facing the rest of the bathroom was made of glass blocks and very transparent. The toilet was in a small separate room. The other odd thing … it had the only door. There where no doors between the bathroom and the bedrooms. The only other striking feature was a dual sided glass gas fireplace over the tub that shared a wall between the master bedroom and the bathroom.
Jane walked in as I was contemplating the lack of privacy. She read my mind and told me I would get used to it. She asked me if I was a size 4 and told me she would get me a night gown and a robe. I told here “size 4 would do fine.” She corrected me again, “size 4 will do fine Madam.” She then instructed me to take a shower, change and then join them for dinner and left.
I consciously turned the lights down, stripped off my cloth and entered the shower. I stood their in the semi-darkness trying to figure out how to get the shower jets to work. There were way too many knobs and levers to be fumbling around with in the dark but I was trying. Then the lights came on and I froze. I heard Greg’s voice say “it can be confusing, but it helps with the lights on. The left most knob is the master, you need to turn that one on first.” I turned trying to cover up and sheepishly said “thank you.” He corrected me “thank you Sir,” grinned and walked way. The shower was quick, I didn’t linger long…this was going to take some getting used too.
When I went back to my room I discovered that my jeans, shirt, bra and panties were gown. The only thing left was a very short and very sheer silk night gown and a pretty oriental robe. At least the robe covered up a bit.
Dinner was a simple fare of ceaser salad with shrimp, dark bread, and a glass of white wine. Greg and Jane engaged in light conversation as I ate quietly. When they were done Jane told me to look through the draws and cupboards to familiarize myself with the lay out. After a few minutes of looking at the layout she asked me if I would like some low-fat frozen yogurt with them for desert. I said sure… She looked at me sternly and said “sure is not an appropriate response, yes Madam is.” I looked down and said “yes madam.” She smiled and said “that’s better, you will get used to it.” When they finished up, they excused me and told me I could clean up and go to bed. The end of day one…
Surprisingly I had a sound and restful sleep. I attributed that to the lack of sleep in the often noisy and rowdy campground. Just the same, I was amazed that I slept so well in this new and strange environment.
Still a bit modest, a slipped into the bathroom and took an extra long glance to see if the Master bedroom was still occupied. Seeing no one I quickly took care of my morning routine. When I emerged from the shower I quickly retreated to my room to towel off. On the dresser were my jeans, shirt and panties, but no bra. I dressed and headed out to explore some more.
Jane was waiting for me in the kitchen with a cup of hot coffee. She said she had just enough time to run me to the campground and retrieve my things. I didn’t ask her about my bra, she just looked at my erect nipples pushing through my tight shirt and said you look better without a bra. I blushed and said, “thank you” catching myself I quickly added “Madam,” she grinned and rubbed my shoulder and said much better.
After retrieving my stuff and checking out of the campground, the rest of the morning was uneventful. I managed to get to orientation just in time and spent the rest of the day as your average first day starry eyed and overwhelmed freshman.
The rest of the week fell into a routine. I would get up early and take a long run exploring the local back roads and finish with 100 sit-ups and modified pushups. I always timed my return so that both Greg and Jane where leaving for work. After they left I would clean up the kitchen and start working off a list of household chores left by Jane before showering and changing for classes. At the end of the day, I would cook and serve them dinner, study, clean some more and head to bed. The only thing out of the ordinary was routinely seeing them both naked. Greg must have slept naked and didn’t try and hide a thing as he walked to and from the bathroom in the evening and neither ever wore a stitch of cloth when on their pool deck in the evening.
Twice during that first week I heard them making love. The first time I tried to ignore it, the second time I was fantasying that I was with them. In fact, so much so that I let my hands stray down between my legs. I knew it was wrong, but I could not help but masturbate. The intensity of the ensuing orgasm shocked me. I soaked the sheets. Some where near the end of my convulsing pleasure I realized that the noise of there love making had ended. Then I heard Jane ask if I was alright and if I was enjoying myself. My only answer, “yes Madam.” Her reply, “next time you will have to let us watch…”
The first weekend.
On Friday night I was informed that we would have a few guests on Saturday for an end of summer pool party and barbeque. Jane told me I was expected to serve their guest refreshments and keep the pool deck clean as the party progressed. She also told me she had a special outfit for me to wear.
Saturday morning when I returned from my run Greg was waiting for me. He told me he needed my help getting items at the grocery store. Not much was said as we drove to the store and gathered the day’s party supplies. Jane had been busy and scolded me that the pool area was still not ready for guest. I started to protest and she asked me if I needed to be punished. No Madam was my reply as I set out cleaning the pool for the party. When I was done, I asked if I could be excused to shower before quests arrived. Once you finish cleaning and starting the sauna was her reply. When I was done both Greg and Jane where no were to be seen so I headed off to take a quick shower.
I was bit dirty, hot, sweaty and generally grimy from all the cleaning. Slipping into the shower I turned up all the jets. The hot water felt great. I was lost in thought when Greg asked me to pass him the shampoo. I froze, there I was always timing my bathroom time to be somewhat modest, and here both Greg and Jane had slipped in the shower room with me. Jane looked at me and scolded…Sir has asked you for something. Are you just going to stand there? I was startled back to reality and handed him the shampoo. He then told me to wash his back and with Jane impatiently looking on I complied. It didn’t get to progress much further when the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the first guest. Greg hopped out and buzzed the guests in telling them to make themselves comfortable on the pool deck. I found it hard to believe but I realized I was disappointed.
Jane again read my thoughts. This time she smiled and asked me what I thought of my Master’s body. I was taken a back by the phrase Master’s body. Seeing the puzzlement on my face…she grinned and said that’s why you call him sir. Toweling off was the first time I ever really noticed her body as well. She was very firm and very fit. Her large breast sagged ever so slightly, but overall she was beautiful. As she headed to her room, she told me my serving outfit was on the bed, and after today earlier outburst she wanted no complaints.
My outfit was a thong whose back side could only be described as butt floss. I looked around for the top but realized there was none. It took me a good twenty minutes to muster the courage to head downstairs to the pool deck. This did not please Jane and once again I was reprimanded. That was followed by a sharp slap on my bare ass. Jane smiled wickedly and sent me on my way. It seemed to me that all talking stopped when I walked onto the pool deck. The small crowd consisted of two couples and two older men. I started taking orders for refreshments. One of the women saw the red slap mark on my left cheek and grinned, “Looks like someone as been naughty.” I blushed red and wondered what she thought. As the day progressed, the other women eventually stripped down to their bikini bottoms as well making me feel a bit more comfortable.
After lunch, Jane stripped completely and went for a swim. She was joined shortly by another petite woman who had overly large breasts for her size. Both lay against the side of the pool for a bit. Still cleaning up empties and serving beer I watched and wondered as Jane and her friend got ever so closer. As I was pouring a beer for one gentleman who was trying to flirt with me I noticed a hush in the small group. I turned and their was Jane now sitting on the side of the pool with the petite red head’s face buried between her legs. Jane had the look of ecstasy on here face. Though until then I had never thought about being with another woman, I felt a pang of jealousy. The older man I was serving reached up and started to rub my breasts…grinning as he pulled on my now very erect nipples…and said “it gets me excited too.” Before I could do anything he leaned forward and started to suck on my left breast. Another set of hands was now massaging my ass. I looked over my shoulder and it was Greg. A bit of foreplay was breaking out all around. It didn’t last long before Greg whispered to the older gentleman and they suddenly stopped and headed over to a now expanded crowd around Jane.
I froze in place as a small orgy started right before my eyes. I was mesmerized. I just stood and watched for about 30 minutes until one of the men asked me to bring him another beer. I handed him beer and watched as his wife was devouring his cock. He grinned and said that she was very good…I could learn a thing or two from her. This elicited a small roar of laughter from the crowd. It all seemed to end as quickly as it started. Jane told me they were all headed to another party and I should clean up. They would not be back until morning.
After they all dressed and left, I sat their very confused. I had never thought about being with a woman before and now I was. I’d never thought about group sex and now I wish I had acted quicker. It just seemed right and I missed an opportunity. I found myself envious that I was not invited to the next party. Sulking I cleaned up and went to bed early.
I never heard Jane and Greg return but when I awoke Jane was sitting on my bed drinking a cup of coffee. She told me she was very pleased with my efforts the day before. Then she said I have a few questions and I want you to answer honestly. She asked how many men had I ever been with. My reply was three. She asked me about the first one. I told her my dark secret.
My first time was in a foster home. The husband of the foster couple offered me $50.00 dollars for oral sex. I was scared of him and knew it was wrong and told him to leave me alone or I would tell his wife. He laughed. Later that month he offered me $100.00, again I told him to leave me alone which he did for a number of months. I thought that was the end of it. Then my senior prom came. I had been asked by what I thought was a really nice guy and I said yes. Unfortunately I had no money for a dress. The cheapest I could find in a second hand store was for $100.00 dollars. The one I really wanted, with matching shoes, cost $300.00. What little I could make baby sitting always seemed to go for school supplies and other simple necessities. I did manage to put away $60.00 and had settled on the $100.00 dollar dress. Running out of time, I asked the creeps wife is I could borrow $40.00. She said she didn’t have it, but if I was to do her husband a favor he could get me the 300.00 dollar outfit I really wanted. Puzzled, I asked what? She looked at me and told me Frank has the hots for you. Give him a blow job and the dress is yours. I was stunned. She said, “oh don’t worry, he’s clean and he will treat you real good.” The day before the prom I relented and gave Frank his blow job. That was my first. The second was my prom night. I was so racked with guilt I drank way too much and was a real cheap lay for my date. I knew he fucked me, but I barely remembered it. Jane asked what happened next. I told her the obvious, Frank wanted oral sex all the time and more. He got very degrading, called me his little slut and if I didn’t do as he asked he would tell everyone what a whore I was.
Jane asked what I thought of that with a bit of concern in her eyes. She could see something more was troubling me. She asked if in fact I had enjoyed it. I turned beat red, and looking straight down at my feet and said yes Madam, that’s why I joined the Marine Corp. To get away from my own desires…it just seemed wrong that I got so aroused by it. She grinned and told me it was okay to enjoy sex and that it appeared I liked being submissive and as long as I understood that and I didn’t let a person like Frank take advantage of me that it was okay. She asked about the third guy. I told her he was a real nice guy I met in the Marine Corp. We dated for a while and then it got a bit more serious. At first the sex was frequent and good, but it got routine. He eventually got transferred and that was that.
She asked me if I ever had sex with multiple partners at the same time and if I had ever been or thought of being with a woman. I said no…well maybe thought about a woman. She told me to tell her about it. I told here about being a bit jealous of her at the pool. She laughed. Then she asked me if I wanted to explore a bit more. I asked her what she was talking about. She left and returned with another piece of paper.
The top said “Slave Contract.” There was no pretense in this one. The term sex on command was laced throughout it. Terms like safe words, bondage, strict discipline, anal sex, spankings, serving at sex parties, bisexual requirements … were all in it. I had trouble believing what I was reading. I was shaking. I wanted to sign it but I was scared. She told me the former rules applied as well with a few other additions. She asked if I was interested. The best I could muster was an affirmative nod. She said that accept when I had my period, I was to be naked at all times in their house, and when I had my period I was to still be topless. The only items I could ware were a collar and leather restraining cuffs on my wrists and feet. I just sat their stunned. Part of me wanted to get up and run, instead I asked if she had a pen. As soon as I signed the contract she told me to strip and she left.
Sitting in my bed totally naked and alone I was shaking. Could I go through with this, did I really want to go through with this? My head was being flooded with sordid thoughts. Then and there I faced the reality of why I truly joined the Corp and ran from Frank. I had really enjoyed…how did she put it...being submissive. Jane reentered my room with a locking collar and fitted it around my neck. She told me one more thing with bit of malice in her eyes. From now on we are Master and Mistress; mistakes will now get you punished.
As she left my room, she told me I had 30 minutes to be showered and kneeling at here feet in the kitchen. I was in my place in 20. The rest of the day was sort of a test. First we started with menial labor, I had to wash and vacuum her car until it was spotless. The seclusion of their place proved valuable as I was not allowed to dress. Then we moved on to really deep cleaning the house. At one point I dropped and broke a dish. A stammered out an apology as I cleaned it up. She looked at me and said apology accepted but you did not address me as mistress, get on your knees. I did as I was told and was excepting a simple swat. Instead I got 10 welt raising paddles. I was crying…but I loved it. When she was done, she looked at me smiled and said now it’s time to taste your first woman.
Jane slipped off her shorts sat on the edge of their couch and told me to get my tongue buried in her pussy. That was my first time with another woman. She told me what she liked. I was eager to listen and learn. She enjoyed it when I pushed my tongue deep into her and when I would alternate and flatten her clitoris…I learned that one from my former Marine lover. For over an hour I played with her pussy. I loved the feel of it on my tongue and lips. It was not what I expected. When I thought I was done, she said now rim me. I looked at her puzzled. And then she explained what she wanted. It seemed a bit revolting to me at first…she just said do it and reached for her paddle. I complied…tentatively at first, and under her insistence I was soon pushing my tongue deep into her anus. This seemed to really push her over the edge. My face was getting covered with her juices. Her body was electric…she was a quivering mess. I looked up at her proud of myself and arrogantly asked how did I do? She pushed my face down to the carpet exposing my tender ass and whack…the paddle hit it’s mark again…”always MISTRESS” but she replied, “but yes it was good so only one paddle.”
When she was done with me she told me to go to my room and shower again and then wait for her in the Master bedroom. I did as I was told. I watched her as she showered and dressed. She left the upstairs while I sat and waited.
After a short time she returned wearing a stunning leather outfit that lifted and seemed to amplify her breasts. In her hands was a strange looking bar and four pieces of leather with locking buckles. She explained the buckles as she put one on each of my wrist and ankles. Each had a medal ring that with a single chain link that opened and shut with a small lock. She calmly explained these were for bonding me to different objects. She then told me my safe word and what that meant and implied. I asked her about the strange looking metal bar with outward curves welded on each end. She told me it was a spreader. I looked at her puzzled. She laughed. Then she told me to get on all fours in the middle of her bed.
Her voice now had a serious edge to it. She told me to put both my hands between my legs and stretch them back until I could grab my ankles. At first she clipped my wrist restraints to my ankles. Then she took the spreader and put it between my legs and pushed it up between my thighs until I got the idea why it was called a spreader. With two more small leather belts she secured it in place half way up my thigh between my knees and ass. My hips were straining outwards just at the edge of comfort. Next she undid my wrist restraints from my ankles and attached them to the bar. Looking in her mirror I looked sort of hog tied with my ass and pussy wide open to the world. I could barely move. The next thing she produced was a long narrow leather harness with two round holes in it. She deftly squeezed my breasts through the two holes and then ran the two ends to hook on the ceiling that I had not noticed before. She pulled on the straps until my back was parallel to the bed. She walked in front of me where she could admire her work.
She announced that I was almost ready and then rummaged through her bottom draw. She produced two strange looking objects and a jar lubricant. The first one was a piece of leather with a black rubber ball in it that had a whole through middle of it. She told me it was called a ball gag. The hole she grinned was like a training bra…you can breeze easier with this one than others. Then she told me to open my mouth wide and she pushed the ball into it and then tied the leather around the back of my neck. I could only grunt and grown now…the only sounds I could make. Which was probably a good thing because the next object looked a bit ominous. It was a fat round looking plug that was about four inches long and about 4 inches wide at its thickest point. One end tapered to a narrow point. The other end looked like the end of a ball with a small handle in the middle. She asked me to shake my head up and down if I new what it was. I shook my head no. She then asked me if I had ever had anal sex. Again I shook my head no. She laughed…too bad. Then she showed be the bottle of lube and told me to read it. It said Anal-ease. My eyes went wide with terror; I now understood what this was. Again she laughed as she put on a latex glove and covered it with lube and started to work it into my exposed ass…She said,” yes that’s right, this goes in your ass. It’s called a butt plug.” I seemed to me that my ass had gone a bit numb, but after a bit I felt it. She was pushing that monster in me. The pain was immense. It took some time for her to loosen me up. On each push she would go a little deeper. When the pain was at its worse… pop, it felt like my ass just sucked it in. I still felt very stretched, but the pain was now bearable.
Next came the video camera. She smiled as she walked around me filming. I tried to keep my face moved away from the camera and she laughed again. Saying for the video that “I was her new slave in training”…calling me by my first name. Then she asked if liked having my picture taken. I violently shook my head no…she said “too bad, it’s in the contract you just signed and these will be on the internet tonight. Be assured only to a select few Doms and Dominatrix.” Then she said that I wouldn’t be coming down for dinner. She had a surprise for Grieg….me.
I must have been in that position for over an hour. All I could do was occasionally look at myself in the mirror and cry. Confused, why did I agree to this? I cried more when I knew the answer. I had cum hard three times already just thinking about the humiliation and I knew more was yet to come, and in a perverse way I was enjoying it.
Jane had Greg to the point of thinking I backed out of original agreement and had left. I could here him talking about me and how that was too bad. He really thought I was going to make a great sub and that I had one of the hottest bodies he had ever seen. He stammered out a “know offense” to Jane…but Jane just agreed. Saying she doesn’t even realize how desirable she really is and that it was actually great that the agreement changed. Greg suddenly picked up on that…”what do you mean the agreement changed?” She couldn’t contain herself any more. She didn’t leave; she’s just sort of tied up at the moment. He laughed and asked, “in the dungeon?” Now that I picked up on …the dungeon? They have a dungeon? “No,” she replied, “she’s upstairs and she’s in need of a good hard fucking.”
I heard Greg come in before I saw him. He asked Jane, “So what’s her status.” Jane told him I had signed a Slave contract. Greg was grinning from ear-to-ear saying,” I didn’t think she would go for it this quick.” Jane replied,” I won the bet and you now owe me.”
Greg proceeded to undress. Jane said she would leave us two alone while we really got acquainted. The first thing he did was look at my ass and pronounce “it’s not red enough.” He said,” this is for being a tease and making me wait” as he proceeded to lash my back side. He stopped when I was bawling. Then he took off the ball gag and before I could say thank you Master he pushed his cock down my throat. In my position I could only sway back and forth just enough to tease his cock. We did that for a few minutes until he told me to squeeze my lips around his shaft and hold still. For the next 10 or so minutes he face fucked me with a passion. On each downward stroke the tip of his cock would slam the back of my throat. I kept fighting the gag reflex and finally managed to open my throat. He seemed excited and really enjoyed the one true talent I had already mastered. I had his entire nine inch shaft down my throat. My lips were grounding out in his pubic hairs. He loved it. I could sense we was about to cum when he pulled out and squeezed the base of his cock. He just stood their barely breathing and trying to stop himself from cumming. He did. Then he laughed and told me I almost made him cum to early for his taste as he proceeded to cock whip my face.
He walked around the bed admiring my tied up body. He told me to nod up and down if I was a body builder at one time. I nodded yes. He said he could tell and as he squeezed my ass he told me I should get back into it. He liked a woman with a hard chiseled body. But grinning he added, “firm and curvy is good too” as he ran his hands across my back and ass. I didn’t see or hear him for a minute and then I felt his tongue on my clit and I jolted. He continued to lick me from top to bottom and then slowly nibbling on my clit. I was in heaven. He slowly fingered me, first a couple then four fingers. He asked me if I had ever been fisted? Not knowing what that was I nodded no. He grinned we will get to that some day, but for now…then he slid the tip of his cock in me. He was now the tease as he pushed in a little and pulled out over and over. When I thought he wasn’t going to really fuck me….he pushed hard and buried it. I had never taken a man as big as him and he was opening up areas in me that had never been touched. Reaching up he loosened the leather breast bonds so I could really fuck him. I met him stroke for stoke. We went at it for almost an hour…I had multiple orgasms and he always seemed to slow me down before he came. When I thought I couldn’t cum again he started fucking me harder and faster than I had ever done it before. Just as was reaching the brink of another orgasm he yanked the butt plug out of my ass and we both exploded. I was satiated…but he wasn’t. He regained his hardness faster than I thought possible.
Is your pussy sore he asked? Telling the truth I said it was…it’s never been worked this long and hard before Master. He laughed and said then we will have to give it a break. I thought we were done, instead I suddenly felt the tip of his cock pushing against my anus. Having never had anal sex before, I tried in vein to slow him down, but it must have been do to having a butt plug in me for so long. It seemed to pop right in without a lot of initial pain. The pain came when he punched it all the way in. It hurt. But I kept pushing with him as tears rolled down my eyes. He must have seen them in the mirror and laughed…saying we have to work on this…I love to butt fuck. You’re so tight back here it won’t take long anyway…and it didn’t as he exploded in my ass.
After, I just went slack in my
bonds. I don’t even remember being
untied, just helped to the shower where my mistress tenderly washed my
body. She looked at me and kissed me and
said welcome to the life style. You will
never go back. The initial training had
begun…
My first slave swap party
After signing my Slave Contract, Mistress Jane and Master Greg proceeded to train me in the bondage and S&M lifestyle. With me attending college and they being working professionals, most of my serious training sessions were confined to weekends.
In the first two month I was introduced to ins and outs of leather restraints, ropes, handcuffs, spankings, hot wax, nipple torture, and lots of hardcore subservient sex. Each session pushed my bounds of pleasure and pain. I was their submissive toy to do with as they pleased. I was proud that I had only used my safe word once to end of a very painful paddling. My comfort level was growing with both my Mistress and my Master.
After cleaning up from a rather long Sunday evening session, Jane demanded to know how full my school week was. A quick glance at my organizer pointed to very busy Monday and Tuesday but it looked light the rest of the week. In fact the only reason I had to go on Campus Friday was to work the lunch counter, I had no classes. She told me to work on getting out of my Friday work hours; she wanted me available for 3 day weekend party. “What kind of party Madam,” I asked. “A slave swap weekend” was her reply. I went numb with fear.
I wasn’t comfortable around others yet in my new role as a slave. My fear was being discovered by someone who I new in the more normal part of my life. That fear was hard to put down.
After school on Monday, Jane asked me if I had freed up my Friday yet. Not yet Madam wasn’t a good enough answer. She demanded to know what efforts I had made, when I respond none, she told me to bend over and hold my ankles as she paddled my ass red. Tomorrow you will ask someone she said.
Tuesday morning I asked Tom, another student worker I often flirted with if he could cover for me. “On a Friday, I’d only do that for a blow job” he said jokingly as he lightly punched me in the arm. I thought well at least I can go home and honestly tell Jane I had asked someone and he said no.
I thought I would convey to her exactly what he said thinking she would find some humor in it. Jane was not assumed and my bare ass was paddled again. The next day I asked every student employee I ran into, some wanted to help, but all had reasons why they could not swap. This time my bare bottom was going to get lashed. When I pleaded with her, telling her I had asked everyone she looked at me and told me you had an offer, why didn’t you take it. I was puzzled. She looked at me and said the first boy you asked said he would swap for a blow job. I froze, “you can’t be serious,” I pleaded. She reached for her bullwhip and for added measures a rather nasty pair of nipple vices…she grinned and said, “You tell me if you think I’m serious?”
The offer
The next day I went looking for Tom. Not quite sure what I would do. I thought maybe I could plead with him and he’d do it, or I’d offer to work a few of his shifts for him. Tom was nice enough, but no dice. He had plans that weekend. Totally humiliated, I stammered out what about your original offer. Now he was puzzled…then he got it…you serious? Yes I replied. Deal he excitedly said adding, “Were and when?” “When do you want?” “How about now, my roommate is at class.” Feeling totally humiliated I followed him to his dorm room. Being a rowdy all male dorm it seemed every eye was on me as we walked into his room and he closed the door.
For a minute we just stood there. I could tell he was a bit nervous as well. He asked me if I wanted him to sit on the bed or what? I asked him what he preferred. He swallowed hard and stated, “I’d like you to take your top off and then get on your knees.” He stood there waiting to see if I would comply. I took my blouse off and then slowly slid out of my bra. I could see from the front of his pants he was rock hard. Standing there half naked he asked nervously if he could also touch my breasts. I nodded yes and he began feel them and then he awkwardly tugged on my nipples.
He was literally shaking. I asked if he was a virgin…he blurted out something about some past girlfriend…almost…interrupted. I grinned and said so you are a still a virgin. He admitted yes. Grinning, I asked how long before his roommate was back. He said he had a job right after class so he would not be back for quite a while. I slid my jeans off and teasingly pulled down my panties. I got a, “holy shit your more beautiful than I have ever fantasized”, for my efforts. Standing naked before him I leaned up and kissed him while placing one of his hands at the edge my pussy. He got the hint and probed it while we stood there and kissed.
Pulling away from his embrace I knelt in front of him and undid his pants. His cock was almost bursting through his briefs. Grinning I tugged down on his briefs to free his toy. Looking up into his eyes I slowly engulfed his cock in my mouth. His whole body was trembling as I proceeded to give him his first blow job. It didn’t take long for him to cum. He warned me when he was about to blow and he tried to pull out…I held him in my mouth, taking and swallowing his load.
He staggered back and sat on the bed. Reaching for his briefs he started to pull them up when I put my hand in the way. Again he was puzzled, as I took his sneakers off and freed him entirely of his pants and briefs. Kneeling still I began to kiss his feet and slowly worked my way up his hairy legs…kissing and licking along the way and occasionally tugging gently on his cock.
My attentions slowly began to have an effect. He stammered out, “I’m getting hard again”…I grinned, “That’s the idea.” “Are you going to blow me again”, he replied as my mouth closed on his scrotum. I stopped sucking on his ball sack long enough to reply, “No, your going to fuck me.” His cock went rigid. Reaching over him I pulled a condom out of my purse and using my lips unrolled it down his cock.
Now I was being the dominant one. I pushed him down on his bed and straddled his prone body. Grabbing his cock, I guided it to the waiting lips of my now soaked pussy. It slid right in. As I rode his cock I told him to reach up and grab my tits. He complied, but too gently for me now…I told him harder and he tugged at them as I used my taunt thigh muscles to thrust my pelvis up and down on his manhood. This time he lasted longer and timing the self-administration of my clit while we fucked...we came together.
Lying now across his sweat soaked body;
I asked him if he had enjoyed himself.
He let out an enthusiastic hell’ya.
We lingered for a bit cuddled up in his twin bed until I sensed it was
time to go. As I was fixing my self in
his mirror, he sat on the edge of his bed with that little boy look he sheepishly
asked if it was possible to do it again some time. I gave him a good night kiss and told
anything is possible for those who don’t kiss in tell. “I won’t,” he eagerly
said. Good I replied as I left his
room.
Jane was pleased. We had a very pleasant night with no real demands on my body or my time. In light of the rest of the day that was good. I laid wake that night thinking about the enjoyment of the subtle change of being more dominant and enjoying that as well. At that moment Jane walked by the door of my room…a pleasant thought crossed my mind…I wondered. Only time would tell.
The Exam
Friday morning Greg and Jane where all business as they prepared for the weekend. Jane handed me a garment bag and told me I was to wear the contents. It contained a very revealing leather outfit with matching accessories. The garment was made mostly of narrow straps that crossed my chest and attached to a small loin cloth that covered my front but left me fully exposed in the back. Around the waist were three medal rings, one on each side, and one in the small of my back. I also had leather cuffs with medal rings around my ankles and wrists. The final touch was an open leather tied pair of black stiletto heels. I stood in the mirror admiring myself when Grieg walked in dressed in leather as well. “My, my,” he said, “don’t we look tasty.” Jane as usual was all business. She told me to kneel at her feet until we were ready to go.
When it was time to leave, Jane attached a leash to my neck collar and held it as we walked to the car. It was a short drive to the party house, which did nothing to alleviate my fears. I figured the closer the party was, the greater the chance that I would run into someone who knew me from school. As we entered the house we were met by a rather large and intimidating man with a clipboard. He asked pointing at me “is she the slave?” Mistress Jane said yes and he instructed me to bend over. He wrote a number on each of my ass cheeks with a black magic marker. We were then allowed to enter.
Jane led me around by the leash as she and Greg mingled with the guests. I could feel the stares everywhere we went. One gentleman commented to Jane, “Looks like a new one, how experienced?” Jane said,” we are still breaking her in, but she is a quick learner.” The man smiled.
The house was huge with a large open space design to it. Most of what looked like normal furniture was stacked up against the walls. This made room for a small stage, and what looked like the equipment from a rather well stocked dungeon. There were 3 different types of wooden crosses with shackles, two stockades, a large and small cage, a number of leather padded wooden horses, and sturdy leather sex swings in every corner. Along one wall was a large display of whips and paddles. Next to them was an assortment of nipple clips, chains, and handcuffs. There were all sorts of spreaders and a virtual smorgasbord of sex toys of various shapes and sizes. In the midst of all this were three vendors explaining various items to potential clientele. Jane stopped us in front of a display of strap-on dildos. Greg laughed and said, “Don’t get any ideas.” Jane grinned “oh it wouldn’t be for you…unless you wanted it to be…as she tugged on my leash.”
Looking around I saw the other slaves. Each had a different black number written on his or her ass. All were being led around by a leash. The sound of a large gavel being stuck galvanized the crowd. A tall well built older gentleman dressed in black took the stage and invited everyone to the swap. He went over some per functionaries, were sleeping quarters were located, what would be served for meals, and then he went into an elaborate explanation of swap procedures that was a bit hard to follow. When that was done he summoned a large busty blond woman in a black latex outfit to the stage. This is Nina; she will be our examiner. She ordered the assembled crowd to put the slaves in the large cage. All total, there were twelve of us, four men and eight girls. Nina had a doctors table complete with stirrups rolled onto the stage. We saw that before a large curtain was drawn across the cage to block our view. The twelve of us stood in silence.
Two burly men opened the door and called for slave number 7. No one immediately stepped forward so they started to physically push and shove us around until they found a girl with 07 on her ass. One man chided her on why she was such a dumb slut. “Don’t you know your number,” he shouted, as the other man belted her across the ass. She pleaded as they dragged her out of the cage. The male slave next to me whispered,”your number nine.” I took a quick glance at his ass and said “four.” The games began.
I was the fifth one summoned. Once out of the gage I was forced to my knees and commanded to crawl through the crowd to the stage. Once on the stage I was roughly lifted by two men and tied me down on the doctors table with a foot in each stirrup. Nina started the exam. She probed me with a latex gloved hand commenting on my body as she explored. Those interested where then invited to examine me as well. Finally I was stripped naked, gagged and then shacked to one of the crosses with my arms bond up high and my feet spread.
As I hung in my shackles I looked around and saw the other four slaves that had been ahead of me similarly bound to either a cross, in a swing, or bent over a wooden horse. This ritual proceeded until all 12 of us where examined. The master of ceremonies then retook the stage and told the Doms and Dominatrix that they had out done themselves, and that we were a splendid group of slaves.
Besides the slaves and the master of ceremonies, there where 12 groups of owners in attendance. The make up of owners varied, mostly two being a couple, but as I learned one group consisted of 3 women, another 3 men, and the largest group 3 men and one woman. Each group got 4 tickets to start the event. In front of each slave was a small box. The owners would put one ticket in the four boxes of the slaves they desired. This would repeat itself through out the weekend and they were not allowed to have the same slave twice. One ticket was drawn from a slave’s box to determine the day’s owner. If an owner team was picked twice or more in a round they could choose the slave of their choice and another ticket would be drawn to assign the remaining slaves.
First Swap
In the first round the ticket representing the group of three women was initially drawn from my box. They were considered by the other owners as novices. I was somewhat relieved figuring I could start out in what seemed like more pleasant company. Such was not the case; they also drew a young male, slave number 4 and decided on him. On the redraw, I got the three men who were better known for being sadistic Doms. I could see concern in Jane’s eyes as she walked by me.
When they approached I thought they would first release me. Instead Sir Max as I was instructed to call him tightened the shackles on my wrists and pulled my arms up higher as the other two men redirected the chains around my ankles to two loops about shoulder high and 10 feet apart. They then pulled on the chains lifting my feet off the floor and prying my legs apart. My shoulders ached in pain as they bore the brunt of my body weight. When they had my legs split as far as they would go, Max pulled out a small black box with a crank handle on it. From it he pulled two wires with alligator clips and attached one to my clit and one to the left lip of my spread pussy. The three of them sat back and watched has Max turned the crank. My whole body went rigid when the current hit me. As soon as I stopped shaking he would zap me again. This went on for a good 20 minutes until I peed all over the floor. Max asked if I would like him to stop…crying I nodded up and down. He took the gag out of my mouth and told me I was a worthless cunt and needed to service them all. He had the other two loosen the chains and lower me all the way to the floor. As I was trying to catch my breath when one the men pulled my hair and shoved his huge dick down my throat. He growled, “make me cum bitch and swallow every drop or I will shock you again” I never sucked a guys cock with so much enthusiasm before. I was bound and determined to make it the best blow job he ever had.
The other man was now behind me. I heard him spit into his hand. He announced “that’s all the lube you get” as he wiped his spit up and down his shaft. He placed the tip of his cock on my anus and forced his way in. I screamed, but it didn’t stop him. He forced it past my painfully protesting sphincter muscle and started to jack hammer my ass. The man in front grabbed my hair again and called me a cunt for stopping, and once again shoved his dick down my throat. Max stood their and watched. When the man in my ass was about to cum, he pulled out and shot his load over my face. At that instance, the second man shot a load down my throat. With cum dripping down my chin he excused me of not swallowing his load and grabbed the chains on my wrist and pulled me up rigid again.
Before I could protest, Max was attaching the alligator clips on my nipples and cranking the box. It jolted again, but it was not as bad as when attached to my clit. Max handed the box to the ass fucker and with a gloved hand he proceeded to probe my pussy. First with two fingers and then with four, not being satisfied until his whole fist was in me. Every time I would yelp, the ass fucker would zap me. Eventually, the other man said something to Max and he withdrew his hand. I was unbound from the cross and half dragged across the floor to a bed. Max got beneath me and entered my pussy as the ass fucker reentered my rear. I was being fucked by a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass, and then the other Dom slapped my face with his cock until I opened it and sucked it in. Every hole was now filled as each man fucked me. One by one each of them pulled out and shot his load across my face. When the final man finished, they high fived themselves and Max said, “See I told you, I knew this bitch could take it.” And I did. Being spent themselves they handcuffed me to a bar on the wall. Each man then pissed on me and left. I spent the rest of the first day in a corner of the main room, covered in cum and piss. But I was not complaining, the electro-shocking had stopped and sitting covered in cum and piss was far more comfortable.
The rest period
A ringing bell woke me up. I was still sitting in piss and cum handcuffed to a wall when Nina appeared and released me. She told me I need to take a shower and led me to them. When I walked in the other slaves stopped and stared. I must have looked as bad as I felt. The cum had dried on my face and hair and I smelled of urine and there were noticeable tiny burn marks on my very bruised nipples. I stood their total drained and exhausted waiting my turn to shower. Slave number four pulled me in with him and began to wash my body. He was joined by two others who gently scrubbed me from head to toe. It felt great. They even helped dry my body. Nina showed up with ointment and slave number 4 tenderly rubbed it on my bruised nipples.
When we were all done we were led back to the large cage whose floor was now covered with mattresses and blankets. I held slave number 4’s hand as we entered the cage. Finding a spot on the floor I fell asleep in his arms. At dawn, the gavel knocked again. We were led out to breakfast.
The second swap
After breakfast our arrival outfits were returned to us and we were ordered to dress and then sit quietly in the large cage until summoned. This time once called the process was fast. When my turn came a leash was put on my collar and I was led out of the house to an awaiting car. The back door was opened and I was instructed to sit up straight and place my hands in my lap where they were handcuffed together and then linked to the medal rings on the sides of my outfit.
A man and a woman dressed in black police like uniforms got in the front and we drove away. I sat in silence. We drove for only a short time and pulled into a driveway in the center of town adjacent to my favorite coffee shop. As the car got to the end of the driveway the driver veered off onto the side of the lawn and continued to drive toward a large shed, the back of which replaced a section of a high privacy fence. They stopped and the woman got out. I could see her taking a pad lock off the shed door and as it opened the man told me to slide my feet out of the car. He ran another chain through medal rings attached to my ankles, stood me up, put a tight fitting black hood on my head and then marched me toward the shed.
When we entered I was stopped in front of a counter and the hood was removed. A bright light was shining at me and the woman demanded my hand which was now uncuffed. Ink was spread on it and I was finger printed and a photo was taken. With the bright light being shined in my eyes I could only make out what looked like a jail cell. Instantly I new my new couple was playing out a scene. I let out a little smile, but was immediately rewarded by a stinging whip across my bare ass for the jester.
Using nightsticks under each arm I was pulled back out of the shred and into the back yard. Neither said much as my restraints were undone from my outfit. They both took a step back and looked at me for a minute. Then the man said one word, “strip.” And he stood back and folded his arms waiting. The woman had a menacing whip in her hand and added “now!” for emphasis. I did as I was told. In a minute I was standing totally naked in their backyard.
I did not see the rope and pulleys in the two adjoining trees until the woman tied a tight knot around each of my wrists. Then each pulled on a rope until my arms were stretched out between the trees. She put a black latex hood with an integrated ball gag over my head and cinched it tight. I could only hear them now. Delouse her was the next barked instruction by the man. I heard a power washer start up, and my body was blasted with cold water. I tried to cry out but the gag prevented it. With the shocking coldness of the water and the gag in my mouth I was finding it difficult to breath. My tormentor must have sensed this and stopped long enough for me to catch my breath…and then she moved and hit me with another blast of cold stinging pressurized water. She kept repeating the process only stopping long enough for me to catch my breath. Not knowing when or were it was coming from I could not prepare for it. I heard her laughing, she was enjoying herself. Walking around me she sprayed every inch of my body as I tried in vein to wiggle away from the cold hard jets of water. When they finished, they left me there wet and shivering. I stood their, tied between the trees for hours. One of them would come out on occasion to check on me and often put a tube through an opening in the gag and pump liquid in my mouth demanding that I swallow whatever was offered.
As I stood there drawn naked between the trees I could here the everyday sounds of life passing by the high privacy fence surrounding their backyard. I stood bound there for hours. Finally I felt the ropes loosen. For a moment I had almost complete freedom. Then I felt two medal tips push into my left ass cheek and a needle prick on the left side. In an instant I was on the ground. I had been tazzered and drugged.
When I started to come too, I could not move. I had been tied up by a real pro. My hands where drawn tight behind me. Coils of rope where cinched around my breasts to the point they where swelling. The rope work had me in a kneeling position that I could not move out of and some type of medal bar was forcing my ankles wide apart. “Good, your back with us,” was the first indication that I was not alone. Something else was very different as well.
The smell, it was coffee and I was on a floor… a hard wood floor. Then I heard it. There were other people here, a group of them. I could tell from the sounds I was somewhat elevated. Then a voice, a familiar voice, “Don’t you look lovely.” I tried to place it. Then it hit me, it was my rather eclectic friend from the in-town coffee shop. Could it be, was I in the shop….not like this….the fear paralyzed me. I dreaded this most of all; that my regular world would find me out. But they wouldn’t have a bound naked woman on display in a public coffee shop…or would they…what time was it?
Someone was loosening the ropes. Getting circulation back into my arms and legs was very painful. How long had I been tied up? Someone was rubbing my legs, another person my arms. Slowly all the ropes where removed. In their place a leather belt was put around my waist and my wrists where cuffed to it. Someone grabbed me from behind and lifted me. Forcing me to walk…she whispered you need walk to get your circulation back. As I walked hands would reach out and feel my body. Still hooded I could not see a thing.
Slowly my muscle’s loosened and the pain of being tied up for hours rescinded. A man freed my wrists, but warned me not to try and remove the mask. The background noise all but died. He held my arm and walked me across the room. Then he told me to step up as I approached some stairs…again he commanded….a second step. He turned me around and told me to step forward lifting my feet high again. I stepped on what felt like a small thin foam mattress. He told me to reach out sideways with both hands. I felt a medal pole on either side of me. I expected to have my wrists once again tied to them. Instead, he ran a length of chain from the each pole and secured it to a leather belt that was around my waist. It was my only restraint and it freely moved up and down the pole. He instructed me to hold the poles and stand their and wait. A quick crack of a whip got my attention and I did as instructed.
As I held the poles a pair of soft hands started to caress my body. A light soothing cream was being massaged into me. The hands were tender, yet demanding as my body was explored. The cream warmed and further loosened my muscles. Then she said in soft voice, prepare yourselves gentlemen. All around me I heard he distinct sound of belts and zippers being undone, men stripping off their cloth… many men. I was near panic, and then I felt a woman’s naked body press into mine.
“Are you ready for your sentence slut,” is all she said as two sets of firm hands pushed me to my knees. With that she removed my hood. The sudden exposure to bright light was painful and at first blinded me. As my sight slowly came back, my worse fears where realized. I was in my favorite coffee shop and I was naked in front of a dozen men. As my sight came into focus, so did my recognition…I had seen most of them in this very coffee shop before. They knew who I was.
They all came up on stage with me and began stroking their cocks. Then my eclectic friend put his dick at my mouth and told me to open wide. I did and he proceeded to fuck my mouth. Another man entered me from behind and all around me men where jerking their meat…waiting for their turn.
There was only one other woman in the now closed shop. She walked naked among the assembled men teasing them. I’m going to shot announced one man. Taking charge she quickly pulled him up to me and pulled my head off one cock to now suck his. He exploded as soon as I wrapped my lips around his shaft. She pushed me off so he could finish by shooting all over my face. He was no sooner done than the man fucking my pussy pulled out and stepped up to my face pumping a gusher across it. He was barely done when another man entered me and other cock was pushed down my throat while yet another man grabbed my hand and had me jack him off. For a good hour I was forced to fuck and suck every man there. When my pussy got loose and sloppy my ass was used. Every man came by shooting on my face and chest. The last man standing was my eclectic friend. When he finally came, he covered my eyes in cum and someone held my hands so I could not wipe it away.
I thought it was over when someone else pulled me to my feet. My hands and ankles where quickly bound to rings on the poles at either side of my cum drenched body. The woman started handing out different color lip stick tubes to some of the men. They started writing things across my body; cum pig, slut, fuck hole, whore, cunt….and across my belly “for a good time call” and below that was my cell phone number.
The woman stood behind me with her face not exposed but pulling my hair back forcing me to look straight ahead, unable to hide my face. In this position a man started shooting pictures from all angles with a digital camera. The total humiliation was complete.
I was left on stage as the men dressed and one by one departed. When the last of them left, my Master for the evening reappeared and with a bucket and mop and unchained me. “Clean your mess up” was all he said. I used the bucket water to first wipe the cum off myself and only managed to smear most of the lipstick. Then I mopped the floor and took the sheets off the mattress. When I was done I was instructed to throw the sheets away, “there is a dumpster out back don’t worry no one will see you it’s 3AM.”
The Mistress inspected my work and approved. She gave me a towel and soap and told me to wash myself in the deep sink in the back and then handed me a jar of nocczema saying, “It will remove the lipstick.” It took a while but I got most of it off. She came in and looked me over. Then tenderly wiped up a few spots I missed. Putting my collar on she said it’s time to go as she brushed her hands through my hair.
We returned to the shed. The cell door was open when we arrived. I entered without question and found a bed with fresh linen waiting. In the morning my outfit was returned and once again I was handcuffed for the ride back to party house. When we arrived, the Mistress got out and kissed me. Saying I was well worth it and then smiled…and said, “Do drop by for coffee again, we are the shop owners”
The final day
We were allowed to sleep in on the final day. Mid-morning all of us were ordered to strip in our gage and then marched off to the shower. When we were all clean and refreshed, Mistress Nina appeared and gave each of us a small bag and told us to assemble in a large room adjoining the shower area.
We all huddled together naked and waiting with our bags. Nina and a small entourage of owners arrive and instructed us to open the bags and put on the contents. Each bag contained a leather belt with medal wrings, a leather harness, and both leather wrist and ankle bracelets with fixed medal rings. Once dressed out, the owners started to cull out slaves, bringing them into the main hall. One older gentleman approached me and ordered me to follow him.
Once in the main room we could see that it was staged with all different bondage devices. I was stopped in front of raised platform with a padded saw horse on it and instructed bend over the length of it. My wrist and ankle cuffs where then connected to restraining points on the horse so that I was forced to lie across the top with my legs spread out along two legs. I had enough freedom to look around the room and see that every slave was being bound to some sort of device.
When all was done, a silence fell over the hall. Then the master of ceremonies emerged and addressed the owners. “On this final day, owner groups are free to pick out any slave that they have not entertained before, but not there own slave.” Having all previously drawn a number at random can I have the first owner group pick a slave. I was the first slave picked. A couple in the mid-40’s picked me. The one stand out feature that set this couple a part was size of the master’s cock. Flaccid, it was at least 10 inches long.
Once all the slaves were picked a bell was sounded and the day began. This couple was unique in that only the man was dominant. His first order wasn’t to me, it was to his partner. He told her to service my pussy with her tongue. Without hesitation she was on her knees pushing my ass cheek apart, giving her greater access to my slit. Her tongue was magical. I was gushing wet in no time at all. I did not want it to end. At the height of an incredible orgasm she stopped. I begged out no, as a wicked slap from whip hit the soft flesh of my ass. In an instant I went from ecstasy to agony. Five more lashes were applied, the last one drawing blood.
Prepare her ass was the next command. The woman then started to rim me. Her tongue first circled the edge of my anus and then vigorously penetrated it. The pain of the lashing was soon subsiding. Once again she abruptly stopped. Then a tube was pushed in my ass and I was given an enema. I was released from the saw horse and my wrists were cuffed behind my back. I was told to kneel with my head on the ground as the warm liquid that filled my bowels took its effects. I held this position until my stomach started to cramp and I was in visible pain. The master and his woman then helped me to my feet and led me away to commode, where I was pushed down and told to empty myself. Once satisfied, I pulled into a shower and now my wrists were then bound to my ankles. Master instructed his woman to ensure I was clean. She had a hose with a high pressure nozzle that she unleashed on my ass and pussy. Once satisfied, I was dried and brought back to the saw horse were I was once again bent over it and bound.
I felt the sting of a needle and an injection in each of my ass cheeks. The woman whispered in my ear, muscle relaxer, trust me you will need it. The head of the largest cock I had ever seen was now placed at my lips. Lick it was the command. My hands were also freed and I was instructed to stroke it as well. I was impressed and terrified at the size of this monster cock as it started to respond. When it was semi rigid my hands were bound again and I was told to suck what I could. Just to get the head in my mouth strained my jaws. I could only get about four inches down the shaft and my mouth was completely full. That will do is all he said as I bobbed up and down on only 4 inches of his thickening shaft.
As I was doing my best to orally service this monster cock, I felt a pressure on my anus. How much the master demanded? “My hand is all the way in,” she replied. Yes that was it, I could feel it. The shots had numbed my ass, but there was a great pressure as I was being analy fisted. Move away he command as he withdraw his now engorged cock from my mouth. It had to be at least 14 inches long and as thick as a beer can. Walking behind me, I felt it as he put the tip at my ass. I yelled out now realizing he was about to sodomize me with that monster. I was in true fear that he would rip me open. Then he pushed in. Even with the muscle relaxer, the pain was immense. Without it though I truly think I would have passed out. I screamed again, but this time a ball gag was deftly pushed in my mouth to quiet me. Tear flowed down my face as he continued the assault on my ass.
He announce to his partner, half way in as he backed out and started to pump me. I started to pass out. Smelling salts were quickly put under nose to snap me back to my reality of pain. Now her nipples he commanded. His partner slipped under the saw horse with what I thought were nipple clips, instead she pierced one nipple and then the other without numbing them. On each wrenching of my body, he pushed deeper into me. Each of my nipples now had a gold ring in it. She ran a long chain through each the ends of which she handed to her master. He then commanded me to push back into him, open my ass as if I were trying to expel him. Not understanding I did nothing. This got a rapid tug on the chains attached to my freshly pierced nipples. Again I nearly fainted and again I was revived. Do as I say he commanded.
I pushed back as if to take a bowel movement and then I felt his cock push in deeper. Again he commanded as he took a strain on the chains. And again his cock pushed forward. My insides were being savaged. Finally he said I’m there. He had all 14 inches of beer can thick cock in my ass. He only paused a second before he started to slowly fuck me. Unlike any other anal fucking I have taken, the pain never subsided. This went on for a good fifteen minutes when he announced he was coming. Then slowly I could feel his cock shrink a bit and then all at once he withdrew it. It felt like he was pulling out my guts as he did.
He walked in front of me with his now flaccid cock and told his partner to undo the chains from my nipples. I could see that there were traces of blood on it, my blood. It will heel slave is all he said. You can keep the gold nipple rings slave; you earned them he said as he walked away with his partner. They left me there still bound to the saw horse with a mixture of cum and blood dripping from my assaulted ass. The party was over.
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