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Blackmail/ f-self/ bondage/ humiliation/ Serious/ Slavery/ Exhibition/ Spanking/ Toys/ Real/ Chastity Belt/ Teen

Jade’s Extraordinary Suffering

I am a wealthy man with a basement in my mansion.  The basement has been fitted with hooks in the ceiling, a pegboard along the walls to hold my black leather whips, a large plastic X-shaped cross, a lightly padded sawhorse, and a display table on which I have a number of brilliantly colored candles: tangerine, blue, gold, black, white, and red. 

I stand six foot three.  I am wearing sunglasses and a brilliant orange shirt with a sport coat.  I have three necklaces around my neck, black bangles around my arm, and I wear my hair spiked.  I keep my chin with a five o’clock shadow. 

Jade is my slave.  She is twenty-five.  She has chocolate hair and brown eyes, C cup titties, and a slight patch of brown fuzz for pussy hair.  Normally, she dresses like Joan Baez, with beads and jewelry, long dresses, and mid-length heels.  I often allow her to wear underwear and bras when in public. 

I am a harsh man.

Right now, I am standing in my basement, my sport coat unbuttoned.  Jade stands in front of me.  She’s wearing a long silky cocktail dress—not her usual style—that drapes down to the tops of her feet.  I have ordered her not to wear any underwear underneath it.  She’s gently rubbing her pussy through the material as she keeps eye contact, as I’ve ordered.  She has a cute button nose.  Her other hand is raised in the air, handcuffed and chained to the ceiling.

I walk around her body.  I stand behind her.  I rub my hands across her nipples, through the silk.  They are hard nubs.  I pull them.  I twist them in circles, pulling her breasts in revolutions.  She rubs her pussy harder.  I pull her nipples towards the ceiling.  I release one breast, pulling harder on the other nipples.  With my free hand I pinch the bottom of her tit, where it is most sensitive.  I can smell the little cunt’s juices. 

I let go of her nipple.  With my finger pinched on the bottom of her tit, I drag her to her tip toes.  Jade humps her hand.  She pants.  

I squeeze her tits now, and I mash the skin between my fingers.  I savor the smell of the bitch’s pussy.  I pull and twist her breasts through the white silk dress, yanking hard on her nipples, pulling them away from her body.  She keeps rubbing herself through the silk, grinding the fabric against her pussy.  I pull her tits apart, grabbing each tit by the nipple and spreading her tits so that her cleavage is wide.  Mewling, her chained hand rattles above her head, and she starts to pull her hand away from her pussy to stop me, only she thinks better of it and returns her hand to herself, pleasuring herself with long strokes that run from her asshole to her cunt. 

I let go of her tits, pulling her head back by her hair. 

With my free hand, I run my fingers between her legs, touching her own fingers, then pressing the silk into the crease of her ass.  I slide my hand up her back, onto her skin.  The cocktail dress is backless, and I run my hand across her shoulder blade, over her shoulders, onto her neck, to her skin.  I can hear her making soft moaning, mewling sounds, as if she needs to cum soon.  She is rubbing her pussy furiously.  She opens her mouth, and I slip my fingers inside it, so that she sucks my fingers.  I push my fingers in and out of her mouth, and she licks them with her dainty pink tongue.  I yank her head back, and the she masturbates still more furiously, loving it when I pull her hair.  As I pull on her hair, I grip my fingers in her mouth, pulling her face down by grabbing her bottom teeth.  She moans. 

I let go of her teeth.

“Master can I cum?”

“No, but keep masturbating you slut.  It makes me hard.”

“Uhhhhnnnnn…”

I let go of her hair and mouth, then reach down and with both hands I rip off her dress.  The material does not tear easily, but tear it does.  I rip it again and again, finally leaving it half torn about her body, so that one tit peeks out, and one tit is covered, and the silk is still held up by her hand which hasn’t left Jade’s pussy.  The straps are broken and have fallen down her shoulders. 

“Please sir?”

I shove my finger in the spot around where her asshole is, the material shoving up into the crease, and I lift her up to her tiptoes from the pressure.

“What’s that?” I say.

“Oh God oh God oh God!”

”Were you saying something?”

”Please sir, that hurts.”

”No talking.”

She mewls.  I have her on her tip toes, and I push her even higher before I let her down.  She massages her pussy slowly, more gently, through the fabric to keep from cumming. 

I walk to her front.  I face her.  Her hair sticks to the side of her face.  She is perspiring, and I can see the muscles flexing in her arm. 

“Take your hand off your pussy.”

She takes her hand off her pussy.

“Put it on your nipple that’s covered by the silk, and play with your nipple.”

She starts to play with her nipple through the fabric.  I reach up, pinching the skin of her arm, the one that is chained and raised.  I look at her in her eyes; she watches me, playing with her nipple.  She puts one leg against the next, trying to get some pressure on her pussy so that she can stay horny.  The dress is ripped and draped over her body.  I pinch the skin and twist it.  Her legs draw together sharply. I twist harder.  I hear her sharp intake of breath. 

I let go of the skin, leaving her to play with her nipple. 

“Are you horny, Jade?”

“Yes sir.”

“Would you like to cum?”

“Yes sir.”

“I know.”

I watch her, her mouth a half moon of gasps, and her breath ragged.  Her dress has fallen a little, now that her hand moved away from her pussy, and I can see her taut belly, the start of the flare of her hips.  Her underarm I can clearly see shaved; her teeth are white and straight. 

“Do you want me to let you cum, bitch?”

“Yes sir.”

“I know.  Keep rubbing your nipple.  Do you like being my slave?”

“Yesssss.”  The words slide out of her mouth.  I laugh. 

I turn, and I retrieve the crop from where it hangs on the wall.  She watches me with little apprehension.  It is a small thing, the crop, hardly capable of doing much damage.  With the crop, I slap her exposed nipple.  She jumps and cries out. 

“Keep playing with your nipple through your ruined dress.”

“Okay sir,” she breathes. 

I slap her tit again, the one without cloth covering it.  Then, I slap the underside of her breast.  I pull my arm back; she shuts her eyes.  With all my force, I slap her tit with the crop.  She cries out, and the handcuff and chain jangles.  She hops from foot to foot.  Quickly, I bring my arm back and slap her tit again.  She cries out.  I slap her tit again, right on the nipple.  She dances on the spot, rubbing and playing with her nipple, her chained arm jangling uselessly above her head.  I slap her again, and she gives a moan of pleasure mixed with pain. 

Reaching forward, I tear the rest of the dress off her body.  The fabric yanks her body around as it comes off, pulling her against the handcuff chain. 

“Yessss…” she said hoarsely, now standing naked with the cloth at her feet. 

“Spread your legs to shoulder width,” I said.

Jade spread her legs, her hand going again to play with her nipple, now without the dress covering it. 

With a mighty underhand swing, I whip her pussy with the crop.

“Ahhh!”

“Stop screaming.”

She sucked in some air, and I watched, as she sucked, her little stomach slide in.

I whipped her pussy again.  Then I whipped her across her belly, where the skin was soft and tender, and the red lines were easy to see. 

“Uhhhnnnn…” 

I began to whip her pussy ferociously.  I slapped the space between her legs over and over, and I could see her tempted to draw her legs together, and to reach down with her hand to stop the blows.  But the good little slut kept rubbing her nipples, and then she started to moan more and more loudly with each blow.  Finally, she began pushing her pussy towards me, begging me with her body language to slap her crotch as hard as I could.  I did.  I slapped her and slapped her with the crop.  Jade tilted her hair back, and her hair cascaded down her back. 

I stepped around behind her, and I began to slap her ass with the crop.  She pushed her ass out towards me.  I whipped the right cheek until it glowed read, punishing it with hard downward slaps, then popping the crop between her legs, right on her pussy, on the way back up.  I did the same with her left ass cheek, so that the ass cheek was red, and that little pussy of hers was raw and stinging.  I reached my hand below her ass, between her legs, and grabbed her short crop of pubic hair.  I pulled her back towards me, until she could go no further, her body held captive by her hand which was chained and handcuffed above her head to the ceiling. 

Now her feet were behind her, her arm in front, and she was balanced precariously, her tits sticking out.  I walked around to the front of her.  Lightly, I pinched her other nipples—the one Jade wasn’t rubbing—and rolled it between my fingers. 

“Stop rubbing your nipple,” I said. 

She stopped, and I took her other nipple in my hand, the one she had just let go of, and began twisting on it, pulling on it.  With her hand now free, she began to massage her stomach, and I knew she wanted to put her fingers between her legs. 

“You’re a horny little bitch.”

“Yes sir, you made me horny.”

I didn’t say anything, just kept rubbing her nipples.  I could tell a strain was starting to come onto her arm, the one raised up. 

From out of my pocket, I pulled my cell phone, and I dialed Jade’s sister’s phone number. 

“Talk to your sister,” I said.  I handed the phone to her. 

Jade’s sister, Dawn, was a very straight girl, the kind who thought that all sex should be performed without toys.  Jade had never told her about her slave lifestyle, and I knew that if Dawn knew about Jade’s sexual preferences, Jade would be humiliated. 

“Please…” Jade began. “Oh, Hi Margaret.  I’m calling from Jack’s phone—mine’s out of batteries.”

I walked to the other side of the basement, and I retrieved the horse.  It was a thin board, mounted on legs.  On the board was some light padding.  It was made to be straddled, so that the weight of the sufferer would bear down, right on their crotch, on the thin wood.  I dragged it over to Jade. 

She said into the phone, “Oh, not much, I was just calling to talk.  How did you do on your job evaluation?”

“Straddle this,” I told Jade.  I grabbed her roughly by the nipples and pulled her toward the horse.  She put one leg over it.  It was tall enough so that her feet would not touch the ground.  She lifted herself onto it, grimacing from the weight of herself. 

“Uhhnnnn… I’m glad it went well, Margaret.  You’re such an outstanding employee.”

I went to the other side of the basement, and I sat down in a large, plush chair.

In just a few moments, Jade began to squirm uncomfortably.  One hand was holding the telephone to her ear, the other hand was still chained to the bolt in the ceiling.  She began to shoot me pleading looks.  Her tits were beautiful. 

A minute or two passed in which the girls chatted amicably.  They could talk for hours.  After the second minute or so, Jade was squirming as much as she could on the horse.  I could tell that she was sweating, and that she desperately wanted to get off of it.  She was shooting me looks now, but she would not say anything because she was on the phone.

I let her stay on the horse. 

After another minute, Jade began making small, quiet gasps. 

“Stay on the phone,” I said to her, smiling.  “If you hang up, you’ll spend half an hour on the horse.”

My slut kept talking to her sister. 

After another minute, Jade’s body began gyrating.  Her voice was silent, but I could tell that she would crack any minute now, and start gasping and moaning aloud.  She was trying desperately to find another place to rest her weight. 

Suddenly, she started gasping into the phone.  “I’m okay, Margaret, I’m outside and trying to jog while I talk,” she said. 

I got up out of the chair, and she mouthed, “Thank you.”  I walked toward her, and bent down to suck on her nipples.  I used only my mouth, and she started making sexual moaning noises, guttural and deep, as if she was being fucked. 

“I’m okay Margaret.  Just having the wind—oh God—run right out of me.

“Yes Margaret, I’m fine!”

I sucked on her nipples, biting them and pulling them away from her breast.  I licked the soft underside, as Jade went crazy from the pain of the horse and the pleasure of having her tit sucked.  She started gyrating faster and faster, trying to get off the device, and I kept my hands behind her back, licking and sucking as she breathed and gasped into the phone. 

Finally, Jade started saying, “Oh God oh God oh God!  I’ve got to get off!”  And she was moaning and gasping, and I’m sure Margaret was totally silent on the other end of the line, so I took the phone away from Jade, and I lied to Margaret, “Margaret, This is Jake.  I just ate your sister out.  Bye.”

And I hung up the phone.

 

Jade’s Extraordinary Suffering

I am a wealthy man with a basement in my mansion.  The basement has been fitted with hooks in the ceiling, a pegboard along the walls to hold my black leather whips, a large plastic X-shaped cross, a lightly padded sawhorse, and a display table on which I have a number of brilliantly colored candles: tangerine, blue, gold, black, white, and red. 

I stand six foot three.  I am wearing sunglasses and a brilliant orange shirt with a sport coat.  I have three necklaces around my neck, black bangles around my arm, and I wear my hair spiked.  I keep my chin with a five o’clock shadow. 

Jade is my slave.  She is twenty-five.  She has chocolate hair and brown eyes, C cup titties, and a slight patch of brown fuzz for pussy hair.  Normally, she dresses like Joan Baez, with beads and jewelry, long dresses, and mid-length heels.  I often allow her to wear underwear and bras when in public. 

I am a harsh man.

Right now, I am standing in my basement, my sport coat unbuttoned.  Jade stands in front of me.  She’s wearing a long silky cocktail dress—not her usual style—that drapes down to the tops of her feet.  I have ordered her not to wear any underwear underneath it.  She’s gently rubbing her pussy through the material as she keeps eye contact, as I’ve ordered.  She has a cute button nose.  Her other hand is raised in the air, handcuffed and chained to the ceiling.

I walk around her body.  I stand behind her.  I rub my hands across her nipples, through the silk.  They are hard nubs.  I pull them.  I twist them in circles, pulling her breasts in revolutions.  She rubs her pussy harder.  I pull her nipples towards the ceiling.  I release one breast, pulling harder on the other nipples.  With my free hand I pinch the bottom of her tit, where it is most sensitive.  I can smell the little cunt’s juices. 

I let go of her nipple.  With my finger pinched on the bottom of her tit, I drag her to her tip toes.  Jade humps her hand.  She pants.  

I squeeze her tits now, and I mash the skin between my fingers.  I savor the smell of the bitch’s pussy.  I pull and twist her breasts through the white silk dress, yanking hard on her nipples, pulling them away from her body.  She keeps rubbing herself through the silk, grinding the fabric against her pussy.  I pull her tits apart, grabbing each tit by the nipple and spreading her tits so that her cleavage is wide.  Mewling, her chained hand rattles above her head, and she starts to pull her hand away from her pussy to stop me, only she thinks better of it and returns her hand to herself, pleasuring herself with long strokes that run from her asshole to her cunt. 

I let go of her tits, pulling her head back by her hair. 

With my free hand, I run my fingers between her legs, touching her own fingers, then pressing the silk into the crease of her ass.  I slide my hand up her back, onto her skin.  The cocktail dress is backless, and I run my hand across her shoulder blade, over her shoulders, onto her neck, to her skin.  I can hear her making soft moaning, mewling sounds, as if she needs to cum soon.  She is rubbing her pussy furiously.  She opens her mouth, and I slip my fingers inside it, so that she sucks my fingers.  I push my fingers in and out of her mouth, and she licks them with her dainty pink tongue.  I yank her head back, and the she masturbates still more furiously, loving it when I pull her hair.  As I pull on her hair, I grip my fingers in her mouth, pulling her face down by grabbing her bottom teeth.  She moans. 

I let go of her teeth.

“Master can I cum?”

“No, but keep masturbating you slut.  It makes me hard.”

“Uhhhhnnnnn…”

I let go of her hair and mouth, then reach down and with both hands I rip off her dress.  The material does not tear easily, but tear it does.  I rip it again and again, finally leaving it half torn about her body, so that one tit peeks out, and one tit is covered, and the silk is still held up by her hand which hasn’t left Jade’s pussy.  The straps are broken and have fallen down her shoulders. 

“Please sir?”

I shove my finger in the spot around where her asshole is, the material shoving up into the crease, and I lift her up to her tiptoes from the pressure.

“What’s that?” I say.

“Oh God oh God oh God!”

”Were you saying something?”

”Please sir, that hurts.”

”No talking.”

She mewls.  I have her on her tip toes, and I push her even higher before I let her down.  She massages her pussy slowly, more gently, through the fabric to keep from cumming. 

I walk to her front.  I face her.  Her hair sticks to the side of her face.  She is perspiring, and I can see the muscles flexing in her arm. 

“Take your hand off your pussy.”

She takes her hand off her pussy.

“Put it on your nipple that’s covered by the silk, and play with your nipple.”

She starts to play with her nipple through the fabric.  I reach up, pinching the skin of her arm, the one that is chained and raised.  I look at her in her eyes; she watches me, playing with her nipple.  She puts one leg against the next, trying to get some pressure on her pussy so that she can stay horny.  The dress is ripped and draped over her body.  I pinch the skin and twist it.  Her legs draw together sharply. I twist harder.  I hear her sharp intake of breath. 

I let go of the skin, leaving her to play with her nipple. 

“Are you horny, Jade?”

“Yes sir.”

“Would you like to cum?”

“Yes sir.”

“I know.”

I watch her, her mouth a half moon of gasps, and her breath ragged.  Her dress has fallen a little, now that her hand moved away from her pussy, and I can see her taut belly, the start of the flare of her hips.  Her underarm I can clearly see shaved; her teeth are white and straight. 

“Do you want me to let you cum, bitch?”

“Yes sir.”

“I know.  Keep rubbing your nipple.  Do you like being my slave?”

“Yesssss.”  The words slide out of her mouth.  I laugh. 

I turn, and I retrieve the crop from where it hangs on the wall.  She watches me with little apprehension.  It is a small thing, the crop, hardly capable of doing much damage.  With the crop, I slap her exposed nipple.  She jumps and cries out. 

“Keep playing with your nipple through your ruined dress.”

“Okay sir,” she breathes. 

I slap her tit again, the one without cloth covering it.  Then, I slap the underside of her breast.  I pull my arm back; she shuts her eyes.  With all my force, I slap her tit with the crop.  She cries out, and the handcuff and chain jangles.  She hops from foot to foot.  Quickly, I bring my arm back and slap her tit again.  She cries out.  I slap her tit again, right on the nipple.  She dances on the spot, rubbing and playing with her nipple, her chained arm jangling uselessly above her head.  I slap her again, and she gives a moan of pleasure mixed with pain. 

Reaching forward, I tear the rest of the dress off her body.  The fabric yanks her body around as it comes off, pulling her against the handcuff chain. 

“Yessss…” she said hoarsely, now standing naked with the cloth at her feet. 

“Spread your legs to shoulder width,” I said.

Jade spread her legs, her hand going again to play with her nipple, now without the dress covering it. 

With a mighty underhand swing, I whipped her pussy with the crop.

“Ahhh!”

“Stop screaming.”

She sucked in some air, and I watched, as she sucked, her little stomach sliding in.

I whipped her pussy again.  Then I whipped her across her belly, where the skin was soft and tender, and the red lines were easy to see. 

“Uhhhnnnn…” 

I began to whip her pussy ferociously.  I slapped the space between her legs over and over, and I could see her tempted to draw her legs together, and to reach down with her hand to stop the blows.  But the good little slut kept rubbing her nipples, and then she started to moan more and more loudly with each blow.  Finally, she began pushing her pussy towards me, begging me with her body language to slap her crotch as hard as I could.  I did.  I slapped her and slapped her with the crop.  Jade tilted her hair back, and her hair cascaded down her back. 

I stepped around behind her, and I began to slap her ass with the crop.  She pushed her ass out towards me.  I whipped the right cheek until it glowed read, punishing it with hard downward slaps, then popping the crop between her legs, right on her pussy, on the way back up.  I did the same with her left ass cheek, so that the ass cheek was red, and that little pussy of hers was raw and stinging.  I reached my hand below her ass, between her legs, and grabbed her short crop of pubic hair.  I pulled her back towards me, until she could go no further, her body held captive by her hand which was chained and handcuffed above her head to the ceiling. 

Now her feet were behind her, her arm in front, and she was balanced precariously, her tits sticking out.  I walked around to the front of her.  Lightly, I pinched her other nipples—the one Jade wasn’t rubbing—and rolled it between my fingers. 

“Stop rubbing your nipple,” I said. 

She stopped, and I took her other nipple in my hand, the one she had just let go of, and began twisting on it, pulling on it.  With her hand now free, she began to massage her stomach, and I knew she wanted to put her fingers between her legs. 

“You’re a horny little bitch.”

“Yes sir, you made me horny.”

I didn’t say anything, just kept rubbing her nipples.  I could tell a strain was starting to come onto her arm, the one raised up. 

From out of my pocket, I pulled my cell phone, and I dialed Jade’s sister’s phone number. 

“Talk to your sister,” I said.  I handed the phone to her. 

Jade’s sister, Dawn, was a very straight girl, the kind who thought that all sex should be performed without toys.  Jade had never told her about her slave lifestyle, and I knew that if Dawn knew about Jade’s sexual preferences, Jade would be humiliated. 

“Please…” Jade began. “Oh, Hi Margaret.  I’m calling from Jack’s phone—mine’s out of batteries.”

I walked to the other side of the basement, and I retrieved the horse.  It was a thin board, mounted on legs.  On the board was some light padding.  It was made to be straddled, so that the weight of the sufferer would bear down, right on their crotch, on the thin wood.  I dragged it over to Jade. 

She said into the phone, “Oh, not much, I was just calling to talk.  How did you do on your job evaluation?”

“Straddle this,” I told Jade.  I grabbed her roughly by the nipples and pulled her toward the horse.  She put one leg over it.  It was tall enough so that her feet would not touch the ground.  She lifted herself onto it, grimacing from the weight of herself. 

“Uhhnnnn… I’m glad it went well, Margaret.  You’re such an outstanding employee.”

I went to the other side of the basement, and I sat down in a large, plush chair.

In just a few moments, Jade began to squirm uncomfortably.  One hand was holding the telephone to her ear, the other hand was still chained to the bolt in the ceiling.  She began to shoot me pleading looks.  Her tits were beautiful. 

A minute or two passed in which the girls chatted amicably.  They could talk for hours.  After the second minute or so, Jade was squirming as much as she could on the horse.  I could tell that she was sweating, and that she desperately wanted to get off of it.  She was shooting me looks now, but she would not say anything because she was on the phone.

I let her stay on the horse. 

After another minute, Jade began making small, quiet gasps. 

“Stay on the phone,” I said to her, smiling.  “If you hang up, you’ll spend half an hour on the horse.”

My slut kept talking to her sister. 

After another minute, Jade’s body began gyrating.  Her voice was silent, but I could tell that she would crack any minute now, and start gasping and moaning aloud.  She was trying desperately to find another place to rest her weight. 

Suddenly, she started gasping into the phone.  “I’m okay, Margaret, I’m outside and trying to jog while I talk,” she said. 

I got up out of the chair, and she mouthed, “Thank you.”  I walked toward her, and bent down to suck on her nipples.  I used only my mouth, and she started making sexual moaning noises, guttural and deep, as if she was being fucked. 

“I’m okay Margaret.  Just having the wind—oh God—run right out of me.

“Yes Margaret, I’m fine!”

I sucked on her nipples, biting them and pulling them away from her breast.  I licked the soft underside, as Jade went crazy from the pain of the horse and the pleasure of having her tit sucked.  She started gyrating faster and faster, trying to get off the device, and I kept my hands behind my back, licking and sucking as she breathed and gasped into the phone. 

Finally, Jade started saying, “Oh God oh God oh God!  I’ve got to get off!”  And she was moaning and gasping, and I’m sure Margaret was totally silent on the other end of the line, so I took the phone away from Jade, and I lied to Margaret, “Margaret, This is Jake.  I just ate your sister out.  Bye.”

And I hung up the phone.

Chapter 2

Just after I hung up the phone, while Jade was still stuck with her pussy digging in to the horse, I pushed my finger into her mouth and told her to suck it.  She started sucking it, her head bobbing back and forth on it rapidly, showing me how excited the bitch really was.  She had sweat all over her body, and she was using her free hand to try and hold herself off the horse.  With my free hand, I slapped her tit, making a loud popping noise in the basement dungeon and bringing a red mark to the side of her breast. 

She moaned, sucking on my fingers, and tried harder to push herself off the horse.  I pushed my fingers down against her teeth, forcing her to straddle the horse, and she started rocking back and forth on it to try to relieve the pressure, the thin bar sliding from her pussy between her ass crack and back again.  I grabbed her by her nipple, yanked her forward, and began twisting her nipple, forcing her to stay in the exact same spot. 

“Uhhhhnnnnn….” she moaned.  I could smell her wetness and her nipples stuck out, hard as pebbles.  She was gasping hard now, her stomach heaving in and out, and a thin sheen of sweat coated her body, her brown hair stuck against her neck.  Above her, she rattled her wrist, which was still handcuffed to the ceiling. 

“Lean back,” I commanded her, “As far as you can.”

She leaned back until the chain on her wrist prevented her from going any further backwards, and the bar of the horse was sliding up between her ass cheeks. 

“Now masturbate yourself to orgasm with your free hand, and tell me that you want to tongue fuck your sister.”

“Oh God, please master, No….”

I slapped her across her tits, and I pinched her clit between my fingers.  I stood tall over my girl, still fully clothed, wearing sunglasses in the basement.  I wished there was a Dolce and Gabanna photo shoot crew here.  She had so much sweat on her beautiful body that it looked oiled and slicked, her pussy hair matted down like a soft bed. 

Her hand came up and pushed mine away from her clit, as she started playing with her pussy, leaning back against the handcuff chain, so she could have as much access to her pussy as she could get. 

“I want to pull my sister’s shorts off,” she said.  “And I want to see her in her underwear.  I want to kiss over her shirt, biting through her shirt on her breasts, while I run my hands between her legs and over her asshole.  Then, I want to kiss down her shirt.  I want to pull Margaret’s panties down.  She’ll have her pussy shaved, sir.  I want to kiss it and lick it and bury my face in it.  I want her to pull my hair and pull me in to her slit.”

“That’s not good enough,” I said. 

“Oh God oh God!  Please Master!  Can I cum?”

“No.”

“Please sir!”

“You may cum.”

Jade began trembling, and she flushed deep her in her chest.  A little glow of red appeared between her tits, and she shut her eyes and fingerfucked herself, her chained hand jangling above her, her body back with all its weight on her ass, and she started groaning, “Yes!  Yes!  Yes!”  Her hand was a blur on her pussy, and I could smell her juices and see that she was staining the thin black leather pad that covered the horse.  My bitch was cumming from all the torture, and she was loving it. 

I started rubbing myself through my pants.  My cock was so hard, and I wanted her to suck it.  I wanted her to suck it right then, there with her mouth open, and her nipples hard, and her breasts standing out.  Those beautiful C-cup tits, with the residual red marks from where I’d slapped her turned me on so much that I wanted to rip her off the horse and bend her over and fuck her until she screamed and sobbed and orgasmed. 

“Oh God, Sir.  That felt great.”

“Are you less horny now?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Would you like to get off the horse?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you know I can smell your worthless pussy?”

“Yes Sir.”

“You didn’t do a good job describing how you would like to eat your sister Margaret out.  Do you know that?”

“Please Sir, I tried so hard.  And my pussy is really sore.  I feel like I’m going to be cut in half if I don’t get off this thing right now.”

“I don’t care.”

I walked back to the chair.  I could see her pleading with me with her big brown eyes.  I sat down in the chair and watched her, her feet suspended above the ground, ankles chained to the horse.  I followed the line of sight: her ankles were smooth, and her legs were cleanly shaved.  They came all the way up, getting larger as they passed her tanned knees, and towards the upper thigh—and the place she never showed in public.  Her weight was resting directly on the black bar, though she had leaned forward a little, gripping the horse with her free hand, and trying to keep her weight off it.  Her C cup tits swayed below her, pendulously, and her back arched.  She kept her chin up, staring at me, and her left arm was raised above her head, so that I could see her shaved armpit and shaved arms.  Her wrist was locked in a shiny silver handcuff, the chain of which extended to the ceiling, and she was covered in sweat from her recent orgasm. 

“I want you to do more than just describe how you would eat out your sister.  By the way, does that seem gross to you?”

“Yes Sir, I hate it.”

“Good.  I want you to lean back again, you little bitch, and I want you to play with your cunt while you describe raping your sister.”

For the first time, I unzipped my pants, pulling them down to my ankles, and I pulled my boxers down to the ground.  I have a seven inch cock, and it stood straight up, hairy and dripping cum.  I pulled the ends of my shirt aside, and I started stroking myself, watching as Jade let go of the horse, put her hand behind her, to try and take some weight off herself, then realize it was useless because she had been instructed to masturbate.  She put all her weight on her ass, and leaned back, grimacing from the pain.

“I would…”

She paused, playing with herself.  She ran her hands lightly over her breasts, then down her flat stomach, over her belly button, and put her middle three fingers over her pussy.  She started making small circles.  I started jacking myself off slowly.

“I would catch her while she walked home from work one night, and I would be wearing a ski mask so that she did not know that it was me.  I would tell her I had a gun, and I would show her an unloaded gun, but she would think it had bullets.  I’d be wearing a long, thin strap on dildo underneath my pants.”

She was rubbing her pussy faster and faster now, and I watched as she slid a single long finger up her self. 

“I would force her down a dark alleyway, where there weren’t any people to see, and I would push her down, facing away from me, over a piece of hard cold metal.  She would be bent over, and I would tell her to unbutton and unzip her jeans.  She would be crying, and when she pulled her pants down, she would not be wearing any underwear.  I would grab her hand, and I would instruct her to put the dildo at the entrance to her pussy.”

Jade was working herself into a lather again, pulling herself up by her wrist against the chain bolted to the ceiling to try and take the pressure off her sensitive parts that were being abused.  From fifteen feet away, I could see a pearl of girl cum between her lips, and smell the sticky aroma.  I was jacking myself off hard now, as she described raping her own sister, which I knew she hated to even think about, much less vocalize. 

“I would tell Margaret that she must beg me to fuck her, and she would be crying and screaming ‘No No No,’ so I would just shove the cock into her, and she would already be wet.  I would reach underneath her and with one hand I would diddle on her clit, and with the other I would knead her breasts.  I would hear her ragged breaths drawing in and out, and soon enough she would start pumping back against me.  She would start mewling, and I would pull out of her just as she got close to orgasm.  I would tell her what a slut she was for enjoying a rape, what a sicko, and then, I would pull up my pants, over the strap-on dildo.  Her pants would be bunched around her ankles, and I would tell her to take off her shoes.  I would make her take her pants off, then I would leave her with her shoes and her shirt, but no underwear, naked in the alleyway from the waist down.”

“Good girl,” I said, jacking myself off furiously.  “Good girl!”

“Please Sir, let me off this horse,” she said.  “I’m going to have permanent damage.”

I stood up, my cock bobbing in front of me, my hand still on it.  I walked to her, then I unlocked her ankles from the horse, unlocking her wrist as well.  She would have fallen to the ground, except that I caught her, and I helped her to the floor.  She was massaging her ankles.  She looked up at me. 

There was a bright red band on her wrist where the handcuff had been, where the handcuff had chafed her skin, and in between her legs, there was a darkened band where the horse had impressed her skin on her pussy, and between her pussy and anus. 

On her ankles, there were more red welts where the cuffs had attached the ankles to the horse. 

“Get on your knees, slut.”

She rose to her knees. 

“Suck my dick.”

“Yes sir.”

She leaned forward, grabbing my by my legs and opening her mouth.  With one hand, she grabbed the base of my cock and started slowly stroking it.  She took my dick into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue swirling all around it. She started bobbing her head on me, and she stared up at me so that I could see her beautiful brown irises and the whites of her eyes. 

I grabbed her by her head and started fucking her mouth.  It felt so good to have my cock sliding in and out, past her lips, which she kept sealed to my cock.  I could feel my precum dribbling into her mouth.  She kept masturbating the base of my dick, and started softly fondling my balls in her hand.  Her mouth felt hot and wet and airy on my cock.  I started fucking her face faster, and I could feel the saliva in her mouth start to build as she slobbered all over me and got my cock wet and hot. 

She kept sucking, her head bobbing back and forth, looking up at me with her big eyes.  I pushed my cock deep into her mouth, thrusting myself against her throat, then pulled out again.  I pulled my cock all the way out of her mouth, then told her to stick her tongue out.  She stuck it out, and rubbed the tip of my cock against her tongue, leaving a milky trail of semen on it. 

I fucked myself slowly in and out of her mouth, sometimes pulling all the way out past the bitch’s lips so that her mouth made a little O, then thrusting myself back in.  I parted my legs, and I lifted my cock up.  She pushed her tongue out and began tongueing my balls, running her lips over my nuts and frenching the space between my nutsack and asshole. 

I gripped my dick and began jacking myself off.  I pulled her head back by her hair, and I told her she needed to start rubbing her finger up and down between my ass cheeks.  She did that, running her finger over my asshole and down to my ball sack, then I pushed my dick into her warm mouth again, and I grabbed her by her ears and started pulling her face on and off my dick. 

As I got closer, I pulled her forward and backwards faster by her ears, and she pushed one finger up against my asshole, and steadied herself on my leg with her other hand, until I said that I was cumming, and she pushed herself onto my dick until its head was nearly against the back of her throat.  I came in her mouth, and I felt the slut’s tongue rolling against my cock, cleaning me as she swallowed. 

“Keep cleaning me.”

I felt her tongue sucking all the semen off my cock, and she licked me all over, taking up every bit of my cum with her mouth. 

I lifted her up by her hair when she was finished, and she stood, staring in my face, wanting me to kiss her.  I am a foot taller than her, and instead I ran my rough hands over her soft belly, and I shoved two of my fingers into her dripping snatch.  She moaned, and I pulled her hair, which I had not released. 

“Go into the corner,” I said, “And go sit on the chair.”

In the corner of my basement dungeon was a smooth wooden chair with straps to keep the victim strapped to the chair, and a dildo sticking up from the seat at the precise place where the victim would put her vagina. 

“May I at least have some lube?” she pleaded.  “I gave you such a good blowjob.  I would give you blowjobs any time you asked.”

“I know,” I said.  “But you may absolutely not have any lube.  I just felt your pussy and you are as wet as can be.  Aren’t you wet?”

“Yes Sir,” Jade replied.  “I am so wet for you.”