Characters so far

Slavecunt: Very petite dark haired cute slave, only 4’11” slim with long dark hair and firm C cup tits and cute rounded ass.

Mistress Lei : A small slim, cruel raven haired, sharp featured oriental Mistress.

Mistress Kirsty: A large framed, large titted silver blonde German Dominatrix

Mistress Kathryn: A younger, tall, attractive dark haired olive skinned Mistress.

Prologue

Having become involved with an extreme BDSM group to enjoy the role of Mistress, i catch the eye of some senior group members who think I would make a wonderful slave.  Mistress Kirsty of the group persuades me that it would be useful to take on the role of submissive for a short while.

Little do I know what she or they have planned and where this will take me.

Chapter 1 The Journey

Having been careless and incompetent in my inability to receive Mistresses instructions and confirm them, I received instructions indirectly from Ms Kathryn.

I dress in strappy sandals with 4 inch heels as instructed; high enough that I am teetering for balance, a small halter top, and a very short black skirt with a side split and boarded my train.  Even with the heels I am smaller than most other passengers.  Just a little under 5 foot tall in my stocking feet and petite with long dark hair and a pretty youthful face, the 4 inch heels, only just make me a similar height to other women on the train.

On the journey, the eyes of the conductor linger on me when passing and checking my ticket; the male passengers all look at me in the same manner; the female passengers look upon me with distaste, and i can tell the other passengers are talking or sniggering at my expense.

On the understanding that i am to be "available" i offered oral sex to the conductor and some of the male passengers who all thankfully, but not unsurprisingly turned me down.  

I had originally thought that Mistress would test me by sending someone to "take me" on the train.  I now realise that my debasing myself in this way WAS the point.

On arrival I am met by Mistress Kirsty and an anonymous male friend.  i am informed of my failure to perform satisfactorily; she had contacted me earlier with further instructions and I had failed to reply. My punishment is to be taken outside and to a slightly quiet spot near the station bus stance, and the mistress takes my shoes.  My halter-top is unfastened and adjusted so that I struggle to stop my breasts from spilling out, my hard little nipples are showing just above the line of my top, and I struggle to hide them.  My skirt is also adjusted to sit higher and reveal more of naked ass and pussy.

My hands are finally secured behind my back in a manner which gave the appearance to the casual observer that I was merely clasping them behind my back.  Mistress and friend then both piss on me, before telling me to walk to Mistresses chambers several miles away.

On the journey, I get many different kinds of attention, despite my attempts to hide; some are concerned until I assure them I am fine, some frightening. Some are drunken groups of young men following and shouting abuse and lewd suggestions; all of the attention unwelcome, and all of it humiliating.

I was relieved when I arrived at Mistress Kristy’s and Kathryn took me in and allowed me to bathe!   I am given a space to sleep for the night, and knowledge that I may rest during the day, so that I can be tested that evening.

Mistress informs me that I am to be a pain slave at a forthcoming ceremony at the private estate of the wealthy master Peter.  This frightens me, but how bad can it be, and I feel compelled to submit.  I have given all my personal effects to mistress for safekeeping while in her care, and cannot leave at the moment without clothes or money anyway.

Mistress locks the door of her dungeon, and all thought of leaving is put aside, and I sleep.

Chapter 2

Wednesday evening!

In preparation for the coming ceremonies, and for the honour of being a pain slave for Mistress Kirsty, I am to be the first submissive to experience her new "high voltage" electrical torture apparatus.

Mistress has made it clear how badly I performed earlier that day, and how I had made matters much worse for myself by my disobedience.

My first task that day had been to prepare an evening meal for Mistress Kirsty and Kathryn to help them relax before my torture session.

I was clearly told that I would be able to cook my evening portion of rice for myself once I had prepared their meal and served it to their satisfaction.

Whilst preparing a dessert of chocolate mouse, I selfishly licked one of the mixing spoons clean, rather than rinsing it immediately under the tap as required.  I had allowed my weakness to show through, as I was aware that I had the requirement to eat only two portions of rice per day as per my training programme.

Mistress of course saw this, but did not initially make mention of it.

I then cleared and washed their dishes and i was then looking forward to something to fill my own aching stomach.  Once i had cooked my rice, mistress asked me to bring it to her before i began eating.  Mistress then taught me the value of appreciating our food by pissing in the bowl.

I then had my hands tied, and was made to wait for the contents to cool before being permitted to eat my food by placing my face in the bowl on the floor.  I am terrified as my hands are bound behind my back and I see mistress spread  hot chilli oil over a  dildo before she forces it roughly into my ass.  Mistress Kathryn slaps my face as I scream in agony.  She forces my face into the bowl filled with the mix of rice and cold piss.

“Eat you filthy fat little cunt” she screams “You’ll learn to fucking appreciate this”  I am in so much pain from the dildo in my ass that I can barely breath, but i force down the bowl of foul mixture in the hope that the ordeal will end.

Having finished my food and washed my bowl, my ass burning in agony, I was prepared for the electric experience.

Mistress binds my hands and drags me on a collar and chain into her torture chamber.

“This is nothing compared to what is to come” she sneers, “but it will do to see how you will react for my amusement”.

I was very simply secured by two chains and clamps on my nipples; a small wire was inserted into each nipple with a small needle arrangement, and held in place with tight clamps.

Two large bulldog clips were also attached to my pussy lips, and a small metal pad over my clitoris.  The style of restraint was effective as it prevents escape from the pain, but allows the slave to "dance" for the entertainment of their torturer.

Finally a copper coil gag is put in my mouth and electric wires attached.

“This will help to get you dancing when the electric flows through your pretty teeth and mouth” Mistress laughs.

I learned the meaning of true pain when the electric current is turned on.  The pain was excruciating as Mistress plays with the voltage to keep me on the very edge of agony but still conscious. Mistress laughs as she compliments me on my "dancing" as  she turns the voltage up high.  Waves of agony flow through me before I finally lose consciousness

I regain consciousness as mistress slaps my face.  I am aware of being disconnected from the devices and have my hands and ankles bound before being dragged to my cage and a butt plug inserted coated with cinnamon oil and crushed rosehip; the effect of which is an intense itching, burning sensation.

By morning I have learned that Mistress and her friends truly intend to use me as a most extreme torture slave and I am soaked with my own tears of despair after a sleepless night

Chapter 3. Master Peter’s Estate

My training at the dungeon of mistress Kirsty has continued for a number of days.  My rations of rice and water barely satisfied my hunger, and any small transgressions while servicing the needs of Mistress and any guests she entertained were met with severe punishment.

My worst fears have grown been confirmed; and mistress has taken all of my personal possessions and shows no intention of returning them.  I have a real sense that I am in deeper and further into something terrifying and that my little experimentation with submission which has already gone horribly wrong, is to continue to get worse..

I have been forced to sign documents and releases signing rights of possession of my things to mistress, and mistress has been discussing my future with her group of friends in a manner, which suggests that I am not to have my freedom returned.

I wonder what I have let myself in for.

Mistress has informed me that the necessary documents are in place to show that I have been “committed” to an institute, following a mental breakdown.  She says that now I can truly serve a useful purpose since no one will disturb my isolation at the institute.

Of course there is no institute, and I am to be kept here imprisoned for her purposes.  She also informs me that given the additional time for training available, that an expert oriental Domme will be arriving to assist with my training.

I am to follow my usual daily routine when she arrives, and treat her with the respect I would mistress Kirsty.

Chapter 4

Meeting Mistress Lei

5:30 a.m.

I wake on the floor of my dungeon roused by my silent alarm.  It is too early to disturb Mistress Lei; who is my new guardian and tormentor; for this reason I have a silent alarm to wake me.

I am allowed on this occasion to use the bathroom by myself and prepare my hair and makeup to an acceptable standard.  Mistress Lei will inspect my efforts later.  I shave my body and wax my pussy before doing my morning exercises.

7:00 a.m.  I prepare breakfast for Mistress Lei and take it to her in her room.  I place the tray at the side of the bed and adopt a kneeling position before waking Mistress.  I wait obediently for mistress to finish her coffee and croissants and to get dressed before my morning session begins.

8:30 a.m. Mistress places a leash on my collar, and i crawl to the dungeon.  Mistress bends me over a whipping bench and binds my ankles and wrists to the sides, and attaches my collar to the top.  The bench is adjusted so that I am fully stretched and exposed.

I feel a strange charge of excitement in my pussy under my chastity belt, but cannot find any release, although I squirm in an attempt.

Mistress places a ring gag in my mouth to prevent me speaking, but allowing access to my mouth, and also meaning that my screams are not likely to be excessively stifled.  Mistress then lubes a fairly large butt plug and pushes it quickly into my ass.  I feel a sharp burning sensation on the ring of my ass, but am relieved when I find that it is merely the burning stretching feeling soon to subside, and that on this occasion Mistress has not used chilli oil, or any other irritants to enhance my pain.

Mistress is a skilled practitioner of the whip, and as she takes her time choosing and testing her implement for my morning session, I start to sob uncontrollably in anticipation.  Mistress notices this and pauses to touch herself before wiping her fingers clean of her juices on my available tongue.

She chastises me for drooling through my ring gag like an animal, and spoiling my appearance by crying so.  She explains that since I clearly need to toughen up, that she will provide a particularly harsh morning session.

Mistress chooses a long, thing Singapore cane; almost as long as she is tall; and makes sure I can see it as she walks behind me.  I cry more now, I try to beg for some mercy, but only drool more, and make incoherent noises through the gag.

Mistress tells me I am like an animal, and weak.  I sense her step back and judge her first stroke; moments later I feel the cane strike my ass for the first time today.  As always, the stroke is like a shock travelling through me.  The pain is intense and radiates from the area struck in waves.  The pain from the first stroke has barely subsided when the next lands.

Already I am screaming and crying, tears and mucous stream down my face, and I try to buck and move away, but I am held firm.  The third stoke lands and my body begins to shake.  My butt plug is pushed from my ass as my muscles spasm; another stroke lands and I am screaming madly now, the strokes seem to be merging into one another, I am lost in an avalanche of agony which reaches ever greater heights as mistress Lei works her way down my thighs, and back to my ass.

An hour passes, although I lose all appreciation of time.  Mistress stops; exhausted; she is breathless and sweating.  She unbinds me and pushes me off the whipping bench; i fall to the floor; I have no strength to stand.

Mistress catches her breath while she selects ankle and wrist cuffs from a collection.  I am too weak to resist, as she binds my hands back, through my legs, to my ankles.

She takes her time again, regaining her composure, before selecting a long single tailed snake whip.  Mistress begins whipping me again on my back, arms, tits, feet, and agonisingly on my already tortured ass and thighs.

Another hour passes; my voice is almost gone and my throat is raw from screaming.  I lie and now almost silently accept my training.

11.00 a.m Mistress has a client arriving for a domination session.  Mistress places an isolation hood on me and attaches my collar and wrists to the wall.  I kneel there in the corner of the dungeon.  Blind, deaf, my nose breathing tubes blocked.

My only sense of the world outside is vague tastes and sounds through my open mouth as I gasp for air through my ring gag, and the pain that covers my body.  After some time I feel hands on my breasts and pussy, and have a moment of claustrophobic panic as my only source of air is blocked as a man’s cock is pushed into my mouth.

I work my tongue over it as sensually as I can.  I am well trained and know that the sooner he cums, the sooner my breath will return.  I am afforded the occasional breath as he pauses in his fucking of my mouth.  Soon he cums and I swallow like a good slave should.

I breathe again.  My nose tubes are unblocked and my ring gag removed.  My mouth is then completely covered and bond closed.  I feel the metallic taste of a copper coil in my mouth and again sob to myself in my isolation as I realise that the horrible electric torture is to be used on me again.

Chapter 4

Filmed for the masters entertainment

I am placed bound for the night naked in my dungeon in an isolation hood.  I know that the following day I am to be used in filming for sale to specialist customers and also so “Master Peter” can view and decide how he wishes to use me.

Despite my fear, I try my hardest to sleep.

I am awoken from my restless sleep when 3 Masters and 1 Mistress enter with a hand help camera and immediately begin to  molest, and face fuck me  whilst delivering hard paddling to my ass. Already I feel searing burning pain, and feel that my ass must be covered in marks and welts.

 

My bonds are released and i collapses to ground, before my hands are tied behind back and shackles placed on my ankles before I am dragged to another room along a long corridor.  I am pulled to a room where I am bound over a fucking bench still wearing the isolation hood.

 

Tightly bound i am subjected to  a single tail whipping as i scream in agony, this seems to go on for an eternity of agony as I hear people busting around me and discussing filming angles before starting the whipping again.  Eventually the hood is removed, I am terrified and shocked to see that 3 dogs have been  brought to the room. 

“Don’t worry” says Mistress Kathryn as she strokes the dogs. “You’ll learn to love dog cock, but for the moment  I’ll have to help” she laughs.

I hear lecherous laughs from the shadows of the room as the camera lights focus on me in the gloom.  I am aware of the watchers playing with themselves, or being pleasured orally by other slave girls as they watch.

I am disgusted as Mistress guides each dog's cock to my but I have no choice as I am 
forced to suck each dog hard in turn before they are led behind me. , I scream in pain, shame and surprise as Mistress guides the engorged dog cocks not to my pussy, but my ass.

“noooo, please god nooo” I scream, but my cries are drowned out by laughter, applause and the sounds of others in the room cumming as they watch.

 

Hysterical I am untied from the fucking bench, but it is not yet over.  Pulled by the hair and still bound, I am made to lick all mess from floor whilst whipped and verbally abused, before hed down and forced to drink a glass filled by the cum of those in the room watching.

“Good girl” says mistress Kathryn, “now that the floor’s all nice and clean, we’d better clean you up”

With shackles on my ankles I am hoisted upside down  in suspension bondage slave and fucked in mouth and ass by two Masters.  Just when I can take no more and plead for the ordeal to please end, just as I can’t believe more can be done to me, Mistress Lei enters the room and begins to use a paddle, single tail, horsewhip and finally bullwhip on me until I am close to passing out again; to point of exhaustion .

Finally I am aware of being lowered, and again am aware of the camera lights filming every moment.

 

A small iron bathtub is filled with iced water,  I cannot believe i can take any more, but again I am lifted by two male assistants and my head and upper body is placed in the tub. Mistress uses a neck shackle on a short pole to hold my head under the icey water only allowing me up to gasp for air as my lungs feel like bursting, all the while I feel  several guests fuck me in my  pussy and ass.

Finally mistress scrubs my entire body and most intimate parts with stinging soap and a rough brush, all the while under the gaze of the cameras.

“There, I told you we’d get you nice and clean” she sneers.

Finally and unbelievably cruelly, I am hung in inverted suspension by my  ankles again, with elbows and wrists tightly held behind my back, a am whipped and face fucked further by all who still have the energy.  All under the gaze of the camera, and filmed for the approval of Master Peter.

 

At long last I am lowered and dragged exhausted and too weak to move to a small floor confinement cell in the floor, a hollowed out hole barely big enough to curl me into.  There I am tightly bound by shackles which keep me curled in a ball by holding my ankles and wrists in place.  Already I can feel it difficult to breathe as a feeling of claustrophobia passes over me.

Mistress Lei pulls my head back by my hair and secures a tube gag attached to a funnel and pipe into my mouth.

“Oh yes, by the way, we like this cell to double as a toilet” Mistress purrs cruelly, “I hope you’re thirsty, oh and I hope you’ve enjoyed your little introduction to being a little slavecunt…….We’ve been quite gentle with you today, but if Master Peter likes what he sees, we can start you’re real training as a pain and fuck slave tomorrow”

I am placed in darkness as Mistress cruel laughter is drowned out as the heavy cell cover thuds closed and is locked.  I am left in the darkness, nausea passes over me as a small amount of light, sound and movement pass through my funnel gag and tube as the first user of me in my role as urinal slave starts to piss into the funnel.

To be continued….