A Slave To Politics
Part 5
by SpeechMasterOne
His penis was huge. It must have been at least nine inches long and amazingly
thick. As I road this faceless stud with wild abandon, his penis seemed to touch
every part of my insides. We fucked like animals, grunting and sweating, the
passion escalating to a fevered pitch. The sensations were beyond description.
This was not lovemaking. This was pure animal need.
We could not stop. The fucking went on and on, yet neither of us could cum. We
switched positions, having him fuck me doggy style, then on my back with my
ankles at my ears. Still, the passion rose. Still, no orgasm. I was crying from
the frustration as I humped and humped and humped.
Suddenly, I saw Brittany sitting in a chair next to the bed, smoking a cigarette
with one hand (funny, I don't remember her smoking before) while the other hand
was rubbing her clit.
"Please, Mistress, please help us cum. We are going to die from fucking if you
don't help us. Plllleeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeee!!!" I screamed out between the
pounding and the erotic tidal waves of pleasure.
"Silly, cunt, don't you understand. I want you to die fucking. It makes me so
hot. Beg me some more and maybe I will allow you to cum before you die." She
said as she stubbed out her cigarette.
I was transfixed with watching her rub her clit in little circles, while her
free hand snaked under her blouse and started squeezing her breasts, pulling her
nipples. She stared at me the whole time. I continued to fuck my brains out,
slowly losing my sanity as I watched Brittany approach her gigantic O. I
screamed out in total frustration just as she hit her orgasm.
"PLEASE LET ME CUM. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THIS IS KILLING ME!
PLEASE....." All the while she came and came and came for what seemed like
hours as I fucked away in my frustration.
Suddenly I shot awake as I felt Brittany's hand stroke my hair. She smiled down
at me as she comforted me and hushed my screams. "You were having quite the
dream, my toy. I am not sure what it was all about, but you certainly were loud
about it."
It was just a dream! It was both wonderful and horrible all at once. It was
heaven and hell in the same place. I was still tied to the bed, although my head
was now free and the headphones removed. My skin shimmered with a thin layer of
perspiration and my heart was starting to slow from the race it was running.
Brittany untied me as I lay their, recovering from the mind-crushing dream.
"Get up. Now. Change the sheets. You have soaked the bedding with you slimy fuck
juice. I want you to take a shower, apply your makeup again, change into the
clothes I have laid out on the chair, and meet me in the kitchen. You have 20
minutes. I have installed hidden cameras all throughout the house. I will see
your every move. So don't try to bring yourself off. Now hurry up, you are
eating into your time."
The clock said it was now 7:30 p.m. My God, I must have been sleeping for hours.
Brittany marched out of the room as I started my struggle to get up. Groans
escaped my throat as I could feel everyone one of my muscles ache, probably from
being tied up for so long. The bedding was soaking wet under my drenched skirt
as I sat up. I groaned again as my weight added pressure to the butt plug.
I stood up on shaking legs as I balanced on the heels. I glanced at the time.
Shit, I only had eighteen minutes remaining. I rushed to the closet and grabbed
new sheets. I worked quickly to strip the bedding and replace with the new
sheets. I discarded my drenched skirt and my sweat soaked top and bra and set
everything in the hamper. I slipped out of the heels.
7:37. Time was my worst enemy. I could feel a need to pee, but I had no time. I
rushed into the shower. The hot, soothing water instantly relaxed my stressed
body. As I washed, I purposefully avoided my sensitive nipples and clit. I lost
my self in contemplation about Brittany. She had been so quiet and aloof when we
met. I must have mistaken that for shyness. The little girl I had noticed in her
was still there, but in a much different way. She did not need the mother figure
I had intuitively offered. How could I be so wrong?
What she needed was a toy to play with, much like a cat playing with a mouse.
And what does the cat do when the mouse no longer provides entertainment value?
It kills the mouse. This thought woke me out of my daydream. I avoided getting
my hair wet as I rinsed and stepped out of the shower.
7:44. I am going to be late. I can't take another punishment today. I quickly
applied makeup and rushed into the bedroom to change. Lying on the bed was a
collar, a boned bra that had a round hole in the center of each cup two to three
inches wide, garter belt, silk stockings, and the new black stiletto heels. I
had to hurry up.
7:49. I buckled the strap of the last shoe, stood up, and hurried down the hall.
As I negotiated the steps I felt more naked than if I had no clothes on at all.
7:51. I entered the kitchen just one minute late. I knew I was in trouble as
soon as I caught the scouring look on Brittany's face. "You are late. You will
be punished for your disobedience. Now come over here, cunt toy, and present
yourself." I walked over and stood next to her.
She shook her head in disappointment as she noticed that the bra was stretched
to its limits. "You stupid slut. Your slut tits should stick out of these holes.
Let me show you," she said as she grabbed the nipple of the right breast with
one hand as she held the bra cup against my chest with the other. I groaned and
gritted my teeth as she pulled the nipple forward, causing my breast to squeeze
through the hole until the bra squeezed the base. She repeated with the left
breast. When she was done, my breasts where squeezed into balls of skin, capped
with long angry nipples. Though the pressure was not bad it was constant and
restricting. They looked exaggerated in size and firmness and where sensitive to
the touch.
She then reached down to my bald pussy and flicked my clit a couple of times.
Instantly the clit pushed past it's hood and stood erect and throbbing with
excitement. I could feel my wetness, and I again felt embarrassed and ashamed.
It is amazing how she has such complete control over my body.
"Is my little cunt toy wet and ready again? Look at how large and hard your clit
is. It must be so sensitive and uncomfortable. Maybe if you are a good slut
tonight, do everything I say, your clit will get the attention it wants and you
will get the orgasm you so desperately need," she gleefully announced as she
pulled her hand away and wiped her fingertips off on one of my breasts. I was so
horny again.
"Now you may have the yogurt and dry toast which I have placed on the counter.
Drink the entire glass of water. You must kneel by my side as we eat. You are
then to wait until I am finished." I grabbed everything and kneeled in place.
"May I start with my meal, Mistress Brittany?"
"Yes," she answers without looking my way. My hunger consumed me and I was
finished as quickly as I started. The glass of water was in a pint glass, and I
downed it without even thinking.
"Drink another glass. Hurry up, we don't have all day."
I was not sure if she was testing me to see if I would slip up again and earn
more punishment. "May I stand and fill my glass at the sink, Mistress Brittany?"
"Yes"
I filled the glass and emptied it again. She orders me to drink a third glass.
It took much longer, since I was no longer thirsty. When I was finished, she
asked me to stand beside her. She turned me around and handcuffed my wrists
together. Pulling a chain out of her pocket, she clipped it to my collar and led
me out of the kitchen, down the hall, toward the basement door. A panic set
through me as I watched her reach for the basement door. Nothing good could
happen down there. I hesitated, causing her to jerk the leash to yank me through
the door. My resolve started to crumble as she led me down the stairs.
Everything was amplified; the click of my heels on the wooden steps; the rapid
beat of my heart; the tears that tried to force their way past my eyes; and the
slow drip of my pussy.
My basement is extremely large, separated into two spare bedrooms, a laundry
room, a large workroom (were my husbands huge tool collection has collected dust
over the past couple of years), a large game room and an adjacent media room.
The wood flooring of the hallway amplified the sound of my heels. She led me to
one of the bedrooms, one that acted as my workout room. It was outfitted with
ceiling hooks, ropes and pulleys. This devil-girl has been busy.
She led me over to a thin, raised bench. The padded area had a 3-inch gap in the
middle. The padded surface on the top was just below with were my hips and waist
met. I was shaking. "Spread your legs wide," she ordered me. "Wider!" My feet
must have been more than three feet apart. I felt her lock on a set of padded
ankle cuffs, and then she secured them to a set of hooks I saw mounted in the
floor. Where did those come from?
Surprisingly, the handcuffs were unlocked and removed. She reached back on a
table by the door and grabbed a strange looking leather sheath with laces up one
side. "Now hold your hands together behind you, palm to palm, and don't let go."
She slipped the sheath up my arms, and buckled it in place with straps that
reached over my shoulders. She then started to pull the laces tight. I grunted
as my arms were drawn towards each other. Closer and closer. Until my elbows
finally met.
She tightened the laces until I thought she would pull my shoulders together
behind me. It hurt, but was it was not unbearable. She readjusted the shoulder
straps so that it erased all slack. My breasts, already bulging out from
constricting bra, now were thrust forward much further. I knew that they must
look like two irresistible toys to Brittany.
From an overhead pulley she pulled down on a rope, which she then secured to a
ring at the bottom of the leather sheath encasing my arms. Throwing me a wicked
smile, she pulled slowly on the rope, pulling my arms up behind me and forcing
me to lean over the padded bench. My arms were wrenched back into a painfully
awkward position, forcing my chest horizontal to the floor. I could not imagine
it could get worse than this. I had no idea how wrong I was. She tied a short
piece of rope to my hair tie, and secured it to my upper arms, forcing my head
back.
"My, oh my, what a sight you are," She said as she stepped back to examine my
totally helpless and prone body. Slowly she touched the curves and crevices with
her finger, using that feather-like touch which she is a master at. "Hold on,
this will work better," she stated, moving over to a large bag on the floor and
taking out something I could not see. But Oh Geez did I feel it. A feather.
"You have the most magnificent legs. Your calves are so strong and defined," she
cooed as she tickled the back of my leg. "Look how toned your hammys are, and
how tight and round your ass is." I was grunting and wiggling from the intense
sensations. This seemed to only spur her on. She ran the feather down my other
leg, concentrating around the junction of my butt and my legs, and behind my
knees. She giggled every time I jerked or moaned. "You have the most delectable
body, my toy. You should be ashamed for not working hard to share it with
others." The feather trailed along the sides of my torso. My abs and back
muscles involuntarily tightened wherever the feather touched, causing my
tormentress to giggle.
"I am going to ask you some questions. You will answer every one truthfully and
completely. If I think that you left anything out, or have fibbed to me, then I
will add to your punishment tonight." All the while she was driving me crazy
with that fucking feather.
She started peppering me with questions. "How often did you and your husband
fuck? What was the kinkiest fuck you had with your husband? What do you find
disgusting?" I answered immediately and completely, trying to avoid additional
punishment.
She flicked the feather over my whole body, raising my sensitivity tenfold. "Who
was your best friend from college? Who is your worst enemy? What do you
fantasize about?" From time to time she would stop for a minute and take a
series of pictures. Then she would resume. That damn feather!
It was increasingly hard to answer with her concentrating on my nipples and
clit. She gradually built up my excitement, bringing me closer than I have been
all day to my desperately needed orgasm. Yet she skillfully manipulated the
feather to keep me from kicking into overdrive. I also felt pressure build on my
bladder. I wasn't even thinking now, just responding. "What is your bank code?
What is your computer security code?"
Her questions went on endlessly. The feather was the center point of my
universe. Every time it gently flicked over the raging erection of my clit, my
whole body vibrated like a guitar string. My breathing was shallow and sweat was
dripping off my body. She toyed with my overloaded body for what I later learned
was almost two hours. It seemed like two months.
"Oh fuck toy, you are so fun to play with. I never imagined that you were such a
horny slut. I bet that you are the horniest cunt on the face of the earth at
this very moment," she announced with a final flick of the feather. And she was
right. She had me so wound up that the only thoughts in my mind were about my
need to cum. I was hoping for a heart attack or stroke or something to end the
never-ending torment.
Now that teasing had ceased, I became exceedingly aware of my expanded bladder.
I needed to pee almost as bad as I needed to cum. I could not believe that I had
turned into this. My arms ached. My back, neck, legs breasts ached. And oh how
did my nipples, clit and bladder ache.
I was so out of it that I did not even notice that she had again dipped back
into her evil bag. She showed me the set of nipple clamps, which she held up for
my perusal She opened and closed them in a teasing fashion before finally
clipping onto my distended nipples, both at once. Never had my nipples felt so
much pain. I screamed and screamed until the pain dulled a touch. She then
showed me a set of fishing weights. With a laugh, she hooked these onto each of
the clips, then dropping them. I screamed again. "You hesitated in answering my
questions 3 times tonight, so I have added a three pound weight to each of your
nips. You should really appreciate them as I whip your legs. One more thing; I
know that you are feeling quite full with urine. If you let even a drip slip by,
you will earn additional punishment"
I trembled, both from fright and from the sustained sexual excitement. And I now
felt the full force of my overloaded bladder, causing great discomfort as I
struggled to hold it in. She toyed with me more, running what felt like a paddle
up and down my legs.
Without warning, she smacked the back of my left leg, causing me to flex in
pain. This started the weights rocking back and forth from my poor nipples. I
heard a faint little voice in the back of my mind say 'count.'
"One....thank you...for....spank....ing....me," I choked out.
"Good salve. You are learning well," she said gleefully
Slap. Behind the right leg.
"Two...oooo....thank you for....spanking...me."
I was racked in pain as she continued with the remainder of my eight strokes. I
struggled not to scream from the frustration and pain. I needed to pee. I
needed to cum. I needed to die.
"Okay, my little cunt licker. I will let you pee, but only after you lick me to
two orgasms." She had removed her skirt and was standing on a small exercise
step. She jammed her pussy in my face. She must have been exceedingly horny. Her
juices coated my face and she came in half a minute. I sucked on her clit trying
to coax her to her second cum as quickly as possible. I did not have long to
wait. Her second was stronger than her first. She screamed out her orgasm. Her
reaction only added to my frustration.
She finally stepped away. My bladder was close to bursting, yet I waited for her
to release me so I could use the toilet. But she made no move to release me.
Instead, she left the room and returned with a large party bucket, the type that
I used to chill up to case of wine.
"Go ahead, pee," she commanded. I could not. Not like this. No matter how much
my bladder hurt, I would not pee standing here like this. "You either pee now,
my cunt slave, or I plug your hole until the morning," she giggled as she
flicked the weights on one of my nipples. I groaned and realized that I was at
her mercy. I relaxed and felt instant relief as my pee splashed into the bucket.
Some of the backsplash hit my legs. I was mortified. And I was relieved. And
again, I was grateful to her. This is quite the warped world she has created for
me.
Once the last of my pee trickled into the bucket, she removed it. She pulled
another set of ropes from the same ceiling pulley. She pulled one end under me.
Wrapping it above my breast and around my back, under my arms. She repeated this
several times before tying it off. She pulled on the other end until I could
feel it supporting part of my weight. She added several inches of slack to the
rope pulling my arms, releasing the aching tension to a much more manageable
level.
She brought a small fan, which she set on a short stool. This was placed between
my legs. She plugged the fan in and turned it on to its lowest setting. I had
not noticed the she had two feathers attached to the fan by thin strings. The
fan would blow the feathers wildly around, erratically brushing my inner thighs,
vulva, that area in between the sphincter and the vagina, and my tortured clit.
The air from the fan started to slowly dry my juice even while my pussy pumped
out more. Being so hypersensitive, the touch of the feathers and the gentle
breeze of the fan were keeping my nerve endings on full alert.
She removed the nipple clamps, causing me to yell out in pain from the rush of
blood. This gave her the opening to push a red ball into my mouth and strap it
tightly under my ponytail.
"I am tired now. You have no idea how tiring it can be to play with my toy. If
you are a perfect cunt slave tomorrow, you will get the opportunity to cum.
After all, what good would you be if I break you. Now try hard and get some
sleep." She said as she pet my forehead and kissed me on the cheek.
For the second night in a row, I would be in continuous excitement. I again
started to cry as I thought that this might be my life as I forever know it.
(To Be Continued)
