It is the first day of our holiday.
Master wakes in a happy mood, we are packed and ready to go, it's about an hour's drive to the airport, then a 2hr flight
to our destination. A week of sun and relaxation with some fun and training thrown in I'm sure.

Master releases me and inspects my breasts and nipples.
We shower, I suck his hardness and he cums deep inside me after some fast plunges into my throat. It is never the same
when I suck him, never boring, never tedious and never too long before he releases.
We only have a quick drink before dressing and leaving for the plane. We will grab a bite at the airport, then lunch
on the plane.
Master checks outside, the sun is shining and clear blue skies signal a perfect day.

Master has dressed me in white. White lace push up bra, white blouse; - see thru of course, white skirt; - short and lightweight and white medium heels. No underpants naturally. He banded my nipples tightly before I put on my bra. The cab arrives. He places the luggage in the boot (trunk) before opening my door and seating me in the back of the cab. He leans and whispers to me before closing my door.
‘Tweak your nipples, I want them standing out.'
I obey immediately. Pinching and twisting my nipples under the bra so that they stand out even more than they already
are. My breasts are still swollen from the binding last night. Master climbs into the front seat and we are off on holidays.

I continue to play with my nipples intermittently until we arrive at the airport. Master pays the cab driver, opens my door and I step out. I glance at the seat, noticing the wet stain that I have left behind and smile to myself. Master removes the luggage and we make our way to check in. Once the formalities are over we grab a snack and wait in the lounge for the boarding call. We are only sitting for 15 minutes when the call comes and we line up to board the plane.

Master stands close behind me, the excitement is driving me wild, it makes my nipples stand up even more and I am sure
everyone is watching. We move into the cabin, and find our seats against the window and center again, Master guides me into the window seat and he settles in beside me once he has placed his bag in the locker over-head. He is smiling at me; we buckle up and settle back for the flight.

The plane is barely in the air when Master leans over and rubs his hand between my legs. I am very wet, and his fingers easily slide along my pussy lips. He pulls my right leg over towards him and I open them up wide for him, his fingers push
further inside me, I lean my head on his shoulder as he explores my wetness. He pushes hard, at least three fingers are deep inside me as I hold my breath and clench my hands. He pulls out, licking his fingers of my juices and settling me back
in my seat. I try to calm my breathing, looking out the window I feel his arm across my chest, his hand sliding inside my blouse as he searches for my nipple. His fingers find my left breast and release the nipple over the top of my bra. He tugs it and pinches it as I bite down on my lip.
The steward moves along the aisle asking if we need drinks, Master waves him on as his hand continues to explore. My arms are by my side, legs still open but with Master leaning over me, all that is visible from the aisle is my head.
He finds and releases my other nipple. He pulls and twists it as well and I bite again on my lip.
Master sits back, removes his jacket and lays it across my lap. He reaches into a pocket removes and pushes the silk
cloth in my mouth. I close my lips together hard, knowing that this can only mean one thing.
Master reaches into the jacket again, producing a medium size black butt plug. It is rubber and not detected by security.
He places his arm behind my lower back, hand towards my cheek and lifting my arse slightly off the seat he pushes the plug under me. I try to assist without making any noise and after some forcefulness, my arse is jammed full and I am panting quietly into the gag.
Again he reaches into the jacket. This time he hands me a dildo. It too is rubber, feels reasonably solid and it is huge. Not only is it long, but very wide as well and I am aghast as Master places it in my hand and pushes my hand under the jacket.

He pulls my head over gently and whispers in my ear.

‘You are to fuck yourself now Sub. There is to be no noise.. but do not cease until I tell you. If you feel the urge to orgasm,
stop for 5 seconds and start again.'
I stare at him eyes wide open.
‘If I do not feel you are going hard enough, then I will assist you.'

He pinched and twisted my nipple hard, as I squealed under the gag.
I slowly reached under the jacket and under my skirt. My pussy was well lubricated as I shuffled it towards the edge of the seat and began to insert the dildo. It was very wide and I had to push in and out a few times before it finally moved inside me. I gasped as the huge, hard object pushed inside me, touching against the butt plug as I gently guided it inside.
I pulled it outwards; the sensations flooding over me were electric. Master was watching as my eyes rolled back and I breathed deeply through my nose. Again I inserted the monster cock and pulled it out, slightly quicker. Master pinched and twisted.. I rose on my seat with a start, my ‘ouch' muffled by the gag.

‘I said fuck yourself, now do it.' He growled at me.
I rammed the cock deep inside me and pulled it out. My hips rose up off the seat as I rammed it in again and again. After
creating a rhythm I could feel that the orgasm was building, so I stopped for a break, counted 5 and started again. Faster
and faster I pushed it in and out, hearing my juices squelching as they leaked out. Three or four times I started and stopped, my heart beating almost out of my chest, terrified that I would be caught. Master was leaning across the whole time, one arm around my shoulders, the other inside my blouse.

I stopped again when the orgasm was almost on me, Master pulled my head close again.

‘Push it right in Sub.' I obeyed, and he kept whispering into my ear…
‘Do it…pull it out and push it again… Ohhh….. yeahhh, it is building up inside you my Sub… you can feel it… keep fucking
yourself, in and out…. that's right, faster Sub… faster…'
I obeyed him, pumping faster and faster as my muscles tightened and I was on the edge. I stopped again. He grabbed a nipple and twisted hard.
‘Come on Sub… you can do it, keep fucking my sweet Sub… keep going…. Faster, come on… faster I said..' he was almost growling at me, his voice deep and soft.
He was twisting so hard while he was talking to me I was losing total control of where I was. My body was jerking, I was thrusting the huge wide cock deep inside and out then deep down again as he encouraged me.
I moaned loudly as the orgasm came, he pulled my head down onto his chest, continuing to twist and pull on each nipple,
stifling my moans and hiding my convulsions as the waves hit me.. My juices poured out, the seat was soaking wet under
me as my body went limp against his chest and I heaved for breath. He held me for a few seconds before gently tucking
my nipples under my bra, leaving just enough of the darker skin showing while the bound points of my nipples tried
to push their way through the material.
‘Leave it inside you.' He stopped my arm as I went to remove the dildo.
I obeyed, pushing it inside me and sitting up on the seat.
The plug and the dildo were pressed together inside me, my pussy was swollen and numb from the fucking that it just
received, but the moisture remained.

Master ordered us drinks as the mainland came into view. I gathered myself together, leaning back in my seat and
trying to relax. It was very hard to sit and look calm while my holes were full as Master wished. He took the gag and slipped
in back into his pocket.
‘We are almost here sub, reach into my jacket, there is a thong for you to wear, put it on and leave your friends in
their place until we are at the motel.'
I obeyed him, sliding the thong over my legs and under my arse, making sure that the plug and dildo were secured by
the thin piece of material between my legs. We finished our drinks; and prepared for the landing.
The coast was spectacular from the air and just as stunning when we were on the ground. The air was clear, sun shone and the temperature was warm as we left the terminal. I was finding it awkward to walk, but Master led me along
by the arm, leaving me no time to think about my posture, or the people staring at my nipples.
The cab dropped us at our resort and from the outside it was stunning. Huge palm trees lined the driveway. The foyer
was all marble, ceiling fans whirred overhead and the smartly dressed attendants carried our bags to our 2nd floor room.
Master scooped me in his arms and stepped inside the room. Moving to the bed, kissing me softly he lowered me onto my
back, and lay on top of me. I opened my legs for him as his body pressed down on me, his hands exploring my body as we writhed together in a tangle of passion.
Master undid my blouse and pulled my bra upwards. My breasts popped out and his mouth engulfed them as his hand moved down to my thong, swiftly removing it and throwing it aside.
He nibbled one bound nipple then the other, removing the butt plug and unzipping his pants without losing momentum.
I lay there, arms spread out and eyes closed enjoying the sensual love making from my Master.
He knelt up between my legs, I opened my eyes to see his cock hard and glistening poking from his trousers which were
creased at his knees. He put his hands under my thighs and lifted them upwards, pressing on the dildo inside my pussy
as he did. He rested my ankles on his shoulders as his fingers traced my engorged pussy lips and down to my gaping arse.
He entered me gently and slowly, holding my legs tight and leaning forwards, as he pushed his cock inside my bowels,
looking me straight in the eyes as he fucked me. I was numb, he fucked my arse erotically, seemingly gentle, but yet
hard and fast, grunting and groaning as his pleasure built.

‘Sub.. remove the bands'… he puffed between thrusts. I
obeyed, lurching my hips as the painful rush of blood seared through my nipples.
‘Tweak…uhh…uhh…tweak…' He panted at me between thrusts.
I reached my nipples and twisted them both many times, moaning and thrusting with him before he came hard inside me. Arching my back with the wonderful sensation of his warm gift, and my tender swollen nipples.
‘Agghhhhhh… Ohhhh… my….. godddd…' He screamed out, thrusting the last of his juice into me and collapsing into my arms.
Dinner was served at 7 in the dining room, so we had to shower and prepare for our first meal at the resort.
I was elated, Master was happy and we were clearly in love.

After dinner, we return to our room. The drapes are drawn; candles burn on the dresser and soft music is playing through the sound system.
Master orders me to undress as he pours us a drink. I obey immediately.
He hands me my glass of wine and gestures for me to sit with him on the couch. I sit close to him; we sip our wine quietly, soaking the atmosphere of the room. The scent from the candles is soft and so romantic.
I find my mind drifting off to this afternoon and the frantic love making that we had before dinner. It seemed like it was hours ago, my senses are piqued again, and the wine relaxing me, the presence of Master is also stimulating me.
I finish my wine, Master is still sipping his and as I place me glass on the table he reaches his hand behind my head, pulls it to him and kisses my cheek gently.
‘Kneel before me Sub. Present your nipples.'
I drop to the floor in front of him; my arms are behind my back as I push my nipples forward to him.
He takes both nipples and pinches them together. Pinching and pulling them hard as I strain to remain in my position kneeling in front of him.
He begins to band them one at a time. The bands are tight and there are many of them. My nipples strain under the tight rubber constrictions, but when he is finished he gives them one last twist each. He sits back and admires his handiwork.
‘I have decided to change your sleeping position. You will have noticed that this bed does not have posts, so I have had to make some adjustments.'
‘Yes Master.'

I remain kneeling while he stands and moves towards the bed. He takes out the cuffs and ropes and moves around the bed attaching rope to each corner and placing the cuffs on top of the bed.
‘Here sub.'
I stand and walk over to him. He pulls back the covers and orders me to lie on the bed. This time, I am to lie facing him, my back facing outwards. I obey him, laying on my right side facing the center of the bed.
Master places the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He clips my wrists together and places them under the pillow at my head. Pulling the bed away from the wall, he ties the rope tightly to the center leg at the head of the bed. This pulls me slightly towards his side, so he loosens the rope and pulls it through the center leg, back through my cuffs and down to the outer leg of the bed. He pulls my shoulder through so that I am lying more towards my stomach. He ties off the rope.
My right nipple is squashed and hurting as I wriggle to find a comfortable spot.
Master moves to the foot of the bed, he stuffs a pillow under my thighs, raising my arse upwards slightly as he pulls my right leg to the far corner of the bed, causing me further onto my stomach and I squeal out with the pain. My left leg is tied off to the center leg of the end of the bed. I am virtually flat on my stomach. My head is squashed into the pillow, turned to face Masters side of the bed. He removes the pillow, gags and masks me as I still squirm to find comfort.

The first whack hit me with a loud crack. I stopped dead, holding my breath as more and more rained down on me. I had no idea what he was using to whip me, but the stings were intense and the whacks were numerous. I bit into my gag and muffled my screams as they continued to rain down on me, my bum cheeks,
thighs, between my legs, my feet, my claves were all thrashed over and over for a long time. He stopped and rubbed my red skin, his fingers exploring my sopping wetness and fingering my hot arse. I could feel
his breath, blowing on me, soothing and cooling the welts. He began to lick me, my arse and leaning down his head pressed between my legs as my hips rose slightly to meet him. He licked at my juices, I strained for him to go further but he did not. I was still sobbing softly, recovering from the thrashing he had dealt me.
He stood and belted me some more, these were slower strokes, and the weapon felt larger, perhaps a paddle, but the pain was still intense. My arse was going numb, the welts were taking more and more pain as he lashed at me, I just lay there, bound tightly to the bed, my nipples tortured under my weight as Master had his way and his pleasure with my body. I wanted him to stop the pain, I wanted him inside me and as
if reading my mind, he stopped. He moved away and I felt nothing, heard nothing except my heavy breath as I groaned into the gag, desperate for him to continue. The bed is wet under my head where I have dribbled from the gag. My pussy feels swollen and engorged, my clit is hard and hurting from the need to explode, how I want him to do something, but still nothing. I wriggle a bit, moan out for him, pull against my cuffs and force my nipples even harder into the bed. Nothing.
His hand strokes my cheeks gently and I become still. He rubs the oil over my cheeks in a circular motion, teasingly close to my crack, gently brushing a finger down as he continues his massage. Deeper and deeper he rubs, a finger moves closer and closer to my wetness before finally sliding under and entering my pussy.
I groan loudly as he presses my clit and rubs it hard. My hips want to move, but I remain still, he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, rubbing hard and without my knowledge he lubricates the medium butt plug. His rubbing increases in pace and the orgasm builds inside me. My breath is faster and deeper, my hips quiver in anticipation and with one thrust he plunges the plug inside me. I lurch forward on the bed screaming loudly, rubbing my nipples hard against the sheet as Master takes his fingers away from my pussy moves the plug in and out of my arse and moves away. I squirm violently, my arse is up on the pillow, and I want to cum badly. I am screaming to him, but he ignores my pleas and makes his way to his side of the bed.
I feel him get onto the bed, I am panting hard, wanting an orgasm, my head reeling from the plug firmly rammed inside me without notice, my nipples numb with pain and my arse still feeling as if it is on fire.
Master leans over to me.
‘Stop moving, suck it in, I want to rest. Goodnight Sub.'
I moan again, desperately trying to slow my breathing, panting hard but quietly as master made himself comfortable.
Eventually I doze off, but Master moves during the night and I wake with a start. My breasts are agonizing, I am sure this must be doing me some damage with my nipples tightly bound and squashed under me.
I was deeply asleep when he woke, the first I felt was his firm hand on my shoulder, pushing it upwards while his other hand rubbed my breasts. They hurt and I squealed with the pain. He rubbed hard, not speaking, just breathing heavily as I let out my tine squeals under the gag. I wondered if it was morning, my arms were stretched out as he pushed my left shoulder further upwards and moved close.
His mouth was sucking my nipples; he licked them, kissed them and then bit on each of them as I struggled to remain quiet.
He pushed my shoulder down again and lay close beside me. His hand rubbed up and down my back, pressing my nipples against the bed hard, but I did not make a sound. He reached the plug in my arse and teasingly ran his finger around it. I held my breath and waited. His finger moved down further, my pussy was still swollen and ready from earlier and the pace of breath from me began to quicken.

Gently and slowly he fingered my pussy, I strained to move my hips but he was leaning on my back hard so I couldn't move. He didn't touch my clit, I was shaking with anticipation and desire, but he continued slow and gently strokes. My mind was going crazy as I mentally urged him to touch me. Again he rubbed around the plug, his fingers brushing over the top of it, gently pushing it deeper inside me. I groaned loudly for Master to fuck me but he just gently rubbed and stroked me until he rolled over, pressing his back against
my body, and slept again.
I slept again until Master stirred in the morning. Again rolling over close to me he pushed my shoulder.
‘Hold it up there. Stay still.'
I strained to hold my left shoulder up as Master worked on my nipples again. He rubbed them hard causing me to squirm as the bands pulled against my skin. Twisting and pinching before again sucking and biting them he pressed his face into my chest, my arms straining against the ropes and cuffs that held me tight.
Again he moved to my arse, this time, he took hold of the plug and thrust it in and out of me hard and fast. Without warning he was fucking me hard with the butt plug, moving to a kneeling position between my legs. He pulled the plug out and entered me hard. I moaned loudly, as my head is rammed against the wall and my nipples again squashed.
Hard and fast he fucked my arse, pumping in and out of me many times before slowing and withdrawing.
He undid my cuffs and ropes and roughly rolled me over.
‘Sit up.'
I quickly sat on the edge of the bed.
‘Take your mask off.'
I obey him, his voice is not happy and I am worried.
‘I am sick of you squirming and wriggling around when I am using your holes. They are MY holes remember.'

I nod.
‘Well, why do you move your arse around so much then, do I have to tie you tighter? Do I have to punish you even more Sub?'
I shake my head no, tears have welled in my eyes and I am shaking as he speaks.
‘Stand. Turn and place hands on the bed. Do.. not.. move…'
He moves around the bed and returns with his thick leather belt. He hangs it in front of my face before rubbing it against my arse. He doubles it and cracks the leather together before unleashing his anger on my rump.
I push my feet hard onto the floor, clenching my toes and fingers so as to stand still. 20 straps later, my head spins and my arse is numb. Master throws the strap on the bed.
‘Come, shower me. At least I know you can do that properly. I will decide what we are doing today whilst in the shower, and next time I want to use you, you will be advised to behave. Hear?'
I nod my head; tears are running down my cheeks freely now.
I hate making Master angry, I will have to work harder for him. I remove the gag, we shower and I suck him. My arse stings under the water but Master does not notice. He is rough with me, pushing my head hard against his thrusts, I do not make a sound as I wash him and please him.
We dress for breakfast, Master again chooses a tight outfit for me to wear, pink top and denim shorts. My nipples are still swollen and protruding, Master tweaks them before we leave the room so that I will gain maximum attention in the dining room this morning.
Master chooses my light breakfast and we eat in silence.

Returning to the room Master gestures for me to sit on the bed.
‘I am not pleased with you. Perhaps you are becoming too comfortable with me.'
He moves about the room while I sit and contemplate his words.
Master makes our plans for the day. We head down to the pool area where we both enjoy the cool water and bright sunshine. I am tired, I doze under the sun while Master reads and takes the occasional dip in the water.
When I woke Master was gone from his seat. Looking about the pool deck I notice him talking with some other men and
they are smiling at me. Lots of talking and nodding passes between them before Master returns, sitting in the sun
lounge beside me.
‘I am going to play golf this afternoon, I need to relax.'
‘Yes Master. That is a good idea.'
‘Come with me up to our room.'
I rose and followed him up to our room. My nipples and arse are still tender from last night and my mind still reeling
from his earlier comments. It was awful for me to think that I had displeased him; I would have to make up for that and
let him know how special he was to me. Once in the room Master ordered me to strip. He told me that I was not joining them for golf; I was to stay in the room and think about my actions of the night before, and ways to rectify them.
‘Move over her Sub. Present your nipples.'
I move close to the bed in front of him and bend over so my breasts hang freely. He binds each nipple tightly, and then places the breast harness on me, pulling it tight around the base of each breast and tying it off behind my neck. It is much
tighter than ever before and I grunt a little as he roughly pushes me into place. He pinches my nipples hard; urging
the blood to flow to them, then slaps each breast many times causing them to swell. I know better than to make a noise
at this point. Master is very serious and I dread to think what he has decided for me for the day. He gags my mouth with the ball gag. It is large and fills the whole of my mouth making breathing difficult and causing me to dribble a lot.
He roughly turns me, cuffing my arms behind my back.
‘Kneel'
I obey him, kneeling in front of him, arms tightly cuffed behind my back, legs slightly apart.
‘Head down.'
I place my head on the floor, raising my arse high up in the air. Master is behind me; I can feel him standing there before
the cold lubricant drizzles down the crack of my arse. The inflatable butt plug is one of his favorite toys, and he pushes it hard to enter my arse. Without any stimulation my arse is tight and the pressure of the intrusion causes me discomfort. I remain still as it enters me. He pumps the air into it as I again grunt loudly. First 2 then 3 pumps of air expand the rubber in my arse, stretching it wide.
Next my pussy. Master also uses a dildo; this time it is the wide, long, hard one that I had to use in the plane. It is at
least 4 inches wide, solid, 9 inches long and Master pushes it deep inside. He lifts my arse up high as he urges the dildo
into my now wet pussy. I grit my teeth hard together, it hurts me slightly. My legs are wide apart, the intrusions have me stretched to my limits and I struggle to control my emotions.
Master has never hurt me. He increases my levels of comfort and discomfort depending on what he wishes to achieve with
me. When I have displeased him, my discomfort level is increased, teaching me to control myself more for him.
Once my holes are full, Master moves away to inspect me. He pulls my head up so that I am kneeling upright. I am panting
hard as my arse and pussy fight for the space between my legs.

‘Stand.'
He takes my arm and pulls me to my feet. Again he pays my breasts attention, pinching and twisting my nipples while I dance on my toes. He reaches over to the bedside cupboard and produces the clamps. Placing one on each nipple he screws them tightly closed. I scream out as the pain curses through me, but he is expressionless. The heavy chain attaching them dangles freely from my nipples, dragging then downwards.

Master collars me. The collar is tightly placed around my neck, fastened at the back with the chain lead falling
down my back. He turns me around, reaching through my legs gathering the chain from my nipples, he threads it between
my legs, parting my pussy lips and pressing the chain against my clitoris, as well as the dildos, attaching it to the lead
from my collar. Now if I move my head, I pull on my nipple clamps.
‘On the bed.'
He pushes me back, lowering me to the bed, pulling on the chain as I sit on the edge. Master leans down and lifts my
legs, swinging me onto the bed, rolling me onto my side with the one movement. I struggle for breath as my holes and nipples sting with the pressure on them, Master is rough with me, rolling me onto my side, pulling my hips through so that
I am unable to roll onto my back. He places the cuffs on my ankles. I moan again as he pushes them close together and clips the cuffs tight. He threads the rope through the cuffs on my hands and those on my feet, pulling it tight so I am hogtied. The pressure on my body is immense. My legs are forced apart above the knees by the dildos, and then tied tightly at the ankles. He wraps another rope around the cuffs, pulling hard down to the leg of the bed behind me, and pushes the rope under my body to the opposite side, tying it off at the leg on the side that I am facing. He moves closer to me and wraps the scarf gag around my already gagged mouth. Then places the blindfold firmly around my eyes. I am trying to move, trying to voice me fear to him, but he is unmoved. Blinded, hogtied, silent and shivering I lay there, waiting
and trying to relax my tight tortured muscles.
Master moves away and inspects me. I lie on the bed, only able to move slightly as he inspects my binds. I am grunting
behind my gag, breathing heavily through my nose as I try to maintain a relaxed state.
‘I am going to play golf for the afternoon.'
‘You will remain here and think about ways to be still whilst pleasing me.
Enjoy yourself…….

Master leaves the room with a click of the door.
I lay still, contemplating my bound, hogtied state as the door opens again….
‘I forgot to tell you Sub….You may have a visitor or two while I am gone, you will do as they ask, actually you will have
no choice my Sub, so enjoy and be enjoyed.'
I hear the door close and he is gone. Lying on my side I wriggle my toes and fingers within my cuffs to keep the blood flowing. I lose track of the time, my fingers and toes are numb, and my holes are now stretched, comfortable around their intrusions.

The door lock clicks and I hear it open. I freeze, who on earth is this???
The person moves towards me, I can smell cigarette smoke, I know it is not Master. I can hear his breathing, heavy and
fast as he moves towards me.
‘Mmmm, what have we here.'
His voice was deep and heavily accented. He moves his hand over my body and I shiver under his touch.
He touches my arms, legs, back and rubs his rough hand over my arse cheeks. He unties the ropes that hold me to the bed. Roughly pulling me by the cuffs towards the edge of the bed where he stood. My breasts are squashed under me as he roughly hauls me over. He leans and unclips the gag, pulling it away as I gasp for air.
‘Open'
I open my mouth and take his cock. It is hard and oozing pre-cum as it enters my mouth, his hand guiding my head with his thrusts.
Three or four times he thrusts into my mouth as I struggle to adjust to him. He does not cum, withdrawing from my mouth
and pushing me roughly on my back. My breasts bulge upwards; he grabs the nipple clamps and pulls on them hard as I scream out with pain. Slapping my face hard, he growls at me.

‘Shut up Slut.'
He kneels on the bed, legs either side of me. I whimper as he pushes my tits together and his cock between them. Thrusting he squeezes them tightly together, fucking my tits hard, pulling on the nipple clamps and the chain attached. He
pumps and pumps grunting loudly, squeezing my tits until I think they are going to burst. They are swollen hard and
sore.

‘Open'
I open my mouth again as he rams into my throat, releasing his river of hot cum deep inside me. I cough and splutter
as he squeezes the last drops out.
‘Lick it clean Slut.'
I obey him, licking his cock clean as he plays with my nipple clamps again, pulling them hard, stretching my nipples
sending waves of pain through my body. Just as I finish cleaning him there is a knock at the door.
‘Yes.' He calls out without moving.
The door opens again and more men enter. The man with the accent seems to be the leader of the group, he moves away
from me greeting the guests as they come up to the bed. He tells them that they are all to have fun with me, test my tamina
and obedience, he will guide them and they are to obey him. I am shaking with fear and anticipation.
The men move around me pushing me forward, pulling me back, and eventually leaving me face down in the center of the
bed my breasts are pulled through so they protrude out in front of me. They leave me in this position for a long time while they talk, touch me and occasionally fuck my holes with the dildos. My arse is a favorite, at least 4 times it is fucked hard with the inflatable dildo whilst fingering my pussy or pulling on my nipples at the same time. Once or twice I am fingered
almost to orgasm, only to be left panting and dribbling hard onto the bed.

I am almost enjoying this so far.. I wonder what Master is doing, what is he thinking, is he thinking about me, is he
happy with me.. Will he still want me? The thought of him selling me is too much for me to consider.
One of the men removes my gag. I gasp for fresh air as he talks to me, stroking my cheek and reassuring me that all will
be OK. My mouth is dry and my tongue works to provide some saliva for me. The ropes are loosened again. My legs and arms are released from the hogtied position and uncuffed from each other. I lie on the bed and move my limbs to retain some life in them.

‘Roll over, present your pussy.'
I obey the leading voice, roll onto my back and spread my legs wide. My arms are drawn above my head and held by the
man behind me, I am still blindfolded and unable to see any of them.
My pussy is open and I can feel the lips being parted by fingers. My clitoris is rubbed hard and once the fullness is exposed
it is clamped. I jerk with the pain as the clamp is tightened, biting my lip and clenching my fists as he finished clamping
me and tugs the chain to ensure it is secure. Before releasing my legs, he explores with his fingers until my moistness
is released and I relax again. He pulls my lips closed, holding them together tightly. Next I feel a tight sensation on my lips as they are clamped tightly together. The pain shoots through me as my lips are pulled into a vice like object and it is screwed tightly closed. I jerk on the bed, only to be slapped across the breast by one of the men.
My mind is racing in a fog. I am terrified of what they are going to do to me, no longer comfortable with them, I am now
scared.
My legs are pushed together, the tightness on my pussy is excruciating and the chain leading from my clit is dangling
through and is pulled as a test. I jump and squeal as the men laugh.
‘Sit up, present your tits Slut.'
I struggle to sit up, my legs want to stay wide open, but one of the men closes them roughly.
‘Don't sit like a whore, close your legs in front of Gentlemen.'
They all laugh as I begin to cry, trying hard to keep my legs together, pressing the vice harder and harder on my pussy
lips.
‘Shut it Slut..'
I stop, biting my lip as the breast harness is removed. One of the men roughly grabs my right breast and pulls it outwards
by the nipple. Another man begins to wrap tape around it tightly. The tape is slowly and carefully wrapped around and around until only the nipple is visible. The same is done with the other breast. The pain is mind numbing as my breasts are tightly taped. Then, as I expected, my nipples are tightly clamped. They let go of my breasts and step away. I am hunched over, the weight of my breasts is enormous, the pain in them is more than I could ever imagine as they tighten under the tight sticky tape.
The first man speaks again.

‘Put the harness back on, I want them standing to attention like all of us..'
The men all laugh as the harness is tightened around my breasts and tied around my head.
‘Stand.'
I struggle to stand up. My legs feel like jelly, the pressure from my pussy lips is intense as I stand still in front of
them. My breasts are heavy, dragging on the harness around my neck.
‘Move her over here to the table.'
A man on each side of me roughly guides me across the room. Walking is painful; the chain from my clitoris is hanging
between my legs, swinging as I walk. I am turned around, lifted and lay on my back on the table. My hips are on the edge,
legs hanging over the end as my arms are tied together and pulled above my head. My breasts poke upwards, the clamps
on my nipples squeezing them tightly together. My legs are stretched out and cuffed to the legs of the table.
I am gagged again tightly. There is movement between my legs, I can feel fingers at my arse and I flinch. The chain attached to my clit is tugged and I jump with fright as fingers push inside and twist around. I feel pressure, something
is being inserted to my arse as the fingers stretch it open and I clench my fists tightly against the pain. My breathing is fast; the pain is shooting through my whole body. The clamps on my nipples are also pulled upwards, slightly arching my back.
Pain is coming from all directions, every nerve is on fire, my clit chain is pulled again, longer this time, harder it is pulled as my arse is stuffed fuller and fuller. Each pull of the chain coincides with a pull of the nipple clamps and I rise from the table.
Finally the vice is removed from my pussy, slowly the blood flows back to my lips, engorging them and my sex juices flow
furiously. I am on the sexual edge as the chain is again pulled as a cock drives deep into my wetness. The hard thrusts pull
against the chain even more, I am ready to explode, my nipples are stretched and breasts squeezed hard. I scream into
the gag, begging, pleading with them as the intensity rises. Harder and harder he fucks me, releasing the clamp on my
clit as he comes deep inside.
I release my orgasm hard. Loud moans and wave after wave rack my body. Another cock is inside me, my arse is also being used, large beads are being pulled out causing yet another orgasm. The second man comes quickly and I am left to recover.
My chest heaves for breath, my legs are cramped, my breasts are hot and sore, nipples stretched and again there is pressure on my clit.
The rubbing on my Clit brings me instantly to another explosion. The cock pushing deep into my arse as my back again rises off the table. The clamps come off my nipples; pulled free as I rise up I scream again, they are twisted hard as I am fucked again and again in my arse.
Every man has his way with me over and over again. They eventually stop; I am exhausted, lying limp on the table, used to within an inch of my life by these men. I cry softly, wishing for Master to be here, wanting him to approve of me, hoping that he will not discard me for another Sub.
I wake with a start. The slap hits me hard on the right then the left breast.

‘Shut it Slut. Stop that blubbering.'
He continues to slap my breasts from side to side hard, bringing every painful sensation back to me very quickly.
‘Release her. I've had enough of her.'
I am untied and returned to the bed. The tape is removed from my breasts, the harness secured tightly, my hands and feet
are again hogtied and they position me on my side as Master left me.
The door shuts and they are gone.
I doze for a time until I hear the door again.

‘Hello my Sub. I am back from golf.'
I struggle to remain composed. He sounds happy and I am overwhelmed to hear his voice. He moves to he bed, unties me, removes the harness, gag, blindfold and cuffs and sits me up.
‘Master… I am so glad to see you.'
‘Good, come shower me, and dress for dinner.'
I stand and follow him to the shower. We wash, I suck his hard cock with gusto, and he leans back against the wall and groans loudly as he comes deep in my throat.
We return to our room, Master chooses his outfit and I dress him. He chooses my outfit, my black lace up corset; see thru
blouse, tight black skirt, garter, stockings and my black medium heels. He helps me dress, lacing the corset up tight,
tweaking my nipples and positioning them just below the lace.
‘We have guests joining us for dinner, I want you to look your best.'
‘Yes Master.'
His hand reaches under my skirt from behind, my pussy is still tender but I do not flinch as his fingers enter me.
He pushes hard inside me, breathing against my neck as he also presses my breast under his hand, hard into my chest.
‘Good Sub, nice and wet for me. I have a big night planned for you my sweet Sub.'
I remain still and silent as his breath gushes into my ear. Surging towards the edge once again I control my breathing
as he explores me further. He presses and pinches my clit in his fingers, rubbing in around in a circular motion as he presses my nipple hard. I am very wet; I can feel the juices welling inside me as he glides his hand back, through my
crack, brushing my arse before replacing my skirt and leading me from the room.
We move to the dining room, Master holding my hand tight, keeping me close to him as we are seated at the booth. I slide
in first, Master follows sitting on the edge where he prefers.

‘Why hello there.' Said the accented voice.
I froze, and stared at the table in shock.
‘Jenny, Mike said hello to you.'
‘Uhh…sorry..oh hi.. pleased to meet you.' I reached and shook his hand; he squeezed mine in his grasp before releasing
it and sliding in beside me from the other side of the booth.

‘This is my Friend Gayle.'
‘Hi' I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. I am unable to look at him. I am shaking, the fear is building
inside me as Master looks at the Menu and orders for us. I move closer to Master.
‘Jenny, here is your drink.' Master looks at me with a quizzical glance. Surely he knows this man and what he did to me today. Surely this is another part of his test.
We make polite conversation over Dinner, Mike and his lady Friend have been at the resort for the same time as us. They
have been here before, recommending the yachting and snorkeling as activities for us to try. Master tells us about his golf day. Occasionally his hand finds its way under my skirt. I am sitting close to him and he explores my wetness at his will. I do not flinch. While Master eats his meal, Mike leans over towards me, his hand also slipping under my skirt. My thighs clench tight as he pushes roughly past them to my pussy and drives his fingers inside me. He presses on my clit hard as I sit still and stare forwards. Master glances over at him and he withdraws quickly, leaning back towards Gayle.
Dinner could not finish quickly enough for me. We stand to leave the table as Master signs the check for the Waitress.
‘Why not come back to our room for a night-cap.' Mike smiled at us.
I tense up, gripping Masters hand tightly as he thanks them but declines the invitation. We say our goodbyes and return to our room.
I am relieved beyond belief. I wonder if Master is aware of my experience.

‘Strip Sub.'
I obey him instantly, removing my clothes and standing before him. Master comes over to me; he pinches my nipples hard, reaches down and pinches my pussy lips hard, thrusting his fingers deep inside me.
‘On the bed, on your knees.'
I obey him.

The long night was just beginning for me.

Master moves about the room while I wait for him. Naked and exposed I kneel in the center of the bed; my head is towards
the wall and my arse exposed for his use. He moves in and out of the bathroom, I hear him pour himself a nightcap and sit down. I do not look towards him, I only look down at the bed as the anticipation builds and the strain on my arms and knees also builds.
I wait. Time moves on, Master does not move from the couch, I don't move a muscle on the bed. Wet with excitement and cold with fear of the unknown torture or pleasure that Master had planned for me.
I wait. Master stands, again moving about the room, this time he comes to my head and strokes my hair back from my face. He stuffs the cloth gag into my mouth without uttering a word, brings the second scarf to my mouth, fastens it behind my head and walks away. The noise of my heavy breathing fills the room as again excitement builds in my body. There is
only silence.
I wait.
My arms are shaking, I move the weight from one to the other, then put more weight on my legs than my arms to even the tightening of my muscles. Again Master moves beside me.
‘Stand Sub.'
I struggle off the bed and stand, eyes down in front of him.

‘Kneel on the table, present your arse to me now.'
I am stunned, but obey immediately. Why is he putting me on the table, he must know about last night?
I kneel up on the table as ordered. The surface is hard and again my arms and legs ache.
Reaching under me he pinches, twists, pulls and clamps my nipples hard. He adds weights to the chains hanging from
my nipples. The chains are short, the weights hang heavy and painful, and I am wincing with pain, shuffling from
arm to arm, shuffling my legs from left to right as well.
Next I can feel him at the end of the table. He brushes my pussy with his hand, parting my lips and inserting many fingers
inside me. I groan loudly. He pushes his fingers deep inside, moving them in and out slowly, sloshing in my juices as the pace quickens. There is a finger on my clit, rubbing it hard, circling and rubbing as the fingers fuck me. I am panting
hard and fast, I can feel the orgasm and struggle to stop it. I mumble into the gag as he fucks faster and faster, rubbing
my clit hard bringing my body to the brink. I am shaking; trying hard to prevent the orgasm, trying
to remain focused and in control but it is overtaking my every sense.
‘Cum Sub..cum now'
The orgasm hits and I scream into the gag. As soon as the wave hits me he stops, I am shaking as the sensations curse through me, my pussy throbbing with my pulse as juices dribble down my legs. I go to lie down, but the grab of the chains on my nipples lurch me upwards.

‘Did I say to move?'
I shake my head no..
‘Well; - don't…move!' He growled at me as I repositioned my arms and legs. They felt like jelly and I was wobbling
to stay upright on my hands and knees. Master again moves away, I can feel him behind me again and soon feel the clamps on my pussy lips. They hurt as he screws them tight and I bite the gag hard as he adds weights to them, allowing them to swing slightly when he lets them go. My arms are agonizing and legs pain as I now concentrate on the stinging between my legs. He moves away again and there is silence.

I wait.
Painfully and silently I wait for him to make his next move.

I am like his Private Bondage Chess Game, one slow move at a time.
He moves to me again.
He places the cuffs on my ankles and wrists, attaching them tightly, still leaving me kneeling on the table.
‘Lie down flat, legs and arms bent behind your back.'
I obey him and am quickly tied again. Wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle then wrists to ankles.
My legs are pulled wide apart; he ties a rope from my knees down to each leg of the table stretching them wide open.
The weights on my nipples are dangling over the edge of the small breakfast table, as are the weights on my pussy lips
while Master checks my cuffs. He moves around reaching between my legs he again fingers my wet pussy. If I move the weights move again and the pain shoots through my body. His fingers continue to explore my pussy before he plunges his cock inside me.
Hard against the clamps he presses as he fucks me, pushing his cock completely inside and removing it from me over
and over again. I am groaning and dribbling into the gag as the wetness pours from me. I am on fire, my clit is hard
and the more the weights on my pussy move the hotter I feel. Master then fingers my arse. Two fingers enter me as he continues his slow fucking of my pussy, they stretch and twist inside me, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust of his cock. He withdraws from my pussy and presses my legs downwards, pushing his huge cock into my arse as I scream into the gag.

Like a tight parcel, Master maneuvers me up and down with his fast thrusts, fucking me hard as I enjoy and experience
the pain and pleasure that he is giving me. I rock back and forth, pressing the weights into my nipples and my pussy lips until he plunges deep and explodes inside me with a loud groan and shudder.
He collapses onto the bed while I regain my composure and some comfort on the table.
Master steps away. I am panting for breath, snorting through my nose as he plugs my holes with large dildos while they
are both wet and swollen. He moves to my head, again stroking my head as he places the night mask over my eyes.
He drapes a light blanket over me and I feel him placing something on the table beside my head.
The ticking noise sounds very loud, beside my right ear, as I lay still, unable to move anything except my head a little.

‘Well done Sub, sleep well. The clock is set to wake us and you will serve me breakfast before we set off for the day
on the water.
I moan and squirm, was he for real. I am to sleep here with this thing ticking in my ear…
‘Quiet sub or you will sleep in the shower with the water dripping on you.' He growled close to my ear.
‘All part of the test my dear..'
I am cold and uncomfortable. Tightly hogtied on the hard table surface with both pussy lips and nipples clamped
tightly. The ticking noise is horrendous and I wriggle a little to move away from it.
I turn my head and try to keep the sound behind me for the night while Master slept soundly. I could hear him move about
in the bed as my toes and fingers went numb and I wriggled them intermittently to keep circulation. My arse and pussy
were hurting, the dildos were pushed deep inside and the discomfort was painful.
Still Master slept soundly as the clock ticked into my ear. I tried to call him, but the gag muffled my sound, the clock
ticking was so loud that I thought I would be insane by morning so I closed my eyes tight and thought about the holiday.
Thoughts of the water, sunshine, the sand on my feet, the drinks and food at the resort. I thought about sailing, swimming, snorkeling, anything to take my mind off the noise.
Eventually I must have dozed off, waking when I heard Master rolling on the bed. The noise seemed louder, my head was
pounding with the ticking noise and Master was stirring a little more.
‘Well, good morning Sub. Sleep well?' He asked as he removed the blanket and stroked my hair.
He pulled on all the cuffs, releasing my legs from my arms, then the legs and arms so that I was able to move my limbs and stretch them out.
‘Roll onto your back.'
I struggled over onto my back as he positioned himself at my head.
He took each arm and tied them tightly to the table above my head.
He moved to my feet, pulling my body down so that my arms were stretched to the limit. He pulled my legs wide apart and
tied them tightly to the table, a rope at the ankle, knee and thigh so that I was unable to move them at all.
I remained tightly gagged and the mask was covering my eyes so I was unaware of his plans for me.
My pussy lips and nipples were painful, as pulled and they stretched in the opposite direction now. Master bent and
kissed my face, he moved down my body kissing my shoulders, arms, hands, each breast, sucking each nipple and running his tongue around the clamps.
He moved his mouth over my stomach, kissing my ribs, down to my belly button, tonguing it erotically before reaching
my pubic area. I felt him move between my legs and again he kissed my body. Sweet gently kisses on my pubic bone, down to my pussy lips where again he licked the clamps and around them. Gently he removed the dildos, kissing and sucking my juices as they slid from my holes.
He kissed my thighs down to each knee and up to my pussy and arse again. I was restrained tightly, Master was gently kissing all of my body and I was unable to move with him.
Unable to move against his rhythm as he began to eat me. I was bound to the table as he feasted on my pussy, biting,
nibbling, licking and sucking me. He moved to my arse, kissing the cheeks as he explored my anal area with his tongue. Licking and probing inside my bowel with his tongue as I was tied there.
He was torturing me. The pain that this caused me was far worse than any physical pain I had ever suffered.
He poured liquid on my body and licked it off. I felt different sensations at different areas of my body. He pushed something inside my pussy and ate it out. I could hear his slurping and feel his lips and tongue empty me. He poured something over my breasts. It felt sticky like honey and after he massaged it in, he licked it from my skin.
I couldn't smell it, my senses were all blurred as I felt no pain or discomfort.
More liquid between my pussy lips, more licking and slurping, something soft spread on my stomach. He buried his face
into me and ate it all, licking me clean afterwards. Every inch of my body was tingling with the sensations that
he sent through me. Not enough for orgasm but too intense to relax as I lay straining
against the ropes as he continued with me for hours. Time and again he would tongue my pussy and tease my clit as I moaned a muffled sound into the gag.
My body was wet all over. The sense of smell began to return after Master moved away from the table. He returned to untie me, but I wanted more. I wanted him to take more of me and eat it. He undid my restraints and pulled me to my feet.
Removing the gag and mask, he signaled for me to be silent and led me to the bathroom. We showered in silence and I sucked his manhood until he gave me his seed. Returning to the room and dressing for the day.
‘Today we are sailing Sub.'
‘Yes Master.'
‘Present me your nipples for banding.'
‘Yes Master.'
He banded my nipples tight. Still swollen from the clamps, they swelled up and protruded nicely.

‘Present your pussy.'
I turned around and bent over. Master inserted the vibrating balls deep inside my pussy. Whilst he did this, he pinched
and pressed on my clit until it was protruding, then he clamped it, much to my horror and pain.
I stood up and shuffled on my feet. The chain was dangling from my clit as I waited for his next instruction.
He then produced the chain belt for me to wear. He attached the chain form my clit to the belt at the front, positioning
it directly under my belly button with a small amount of slack.
‘You will wear your white bikini and the white sarong for me today.'
‘Yes Master.'
‘Dress now Sub.'
I obey him immediately, my nipples were clearly visible under the flimsy white material of the bikini top and I pull the biking pants on carefully over the chain. They too are flimsy, barely covering an inch of my arse cheeks and only about 2 inches wide at the front. I wrapped the sarong under my arms and over my breasts as he liked it, leaving my shoulders bare and my legs bare from the knees down.
‘You will walk close to me Sub. I am going to lead you like the pet that you are to me.'

Master takes another length of chain from his pocket and lifts the sarong. He clips it to the chain belt, directly onto the chain from my clit clamp. He pulls the chain slightly and I jump.

‘Mmm you will be obedient today Sub, I can feel it.'
We leave our room; I walk closely beside and slightly behind Master, holding his left hand, which is also holding the
chain. Should I drop behind him, the chain on my clitoris will pull me forward. Master walks me through the resort to the edge of the lagoon where the yachts are moored. He places the bags on the deck, and signals for me to board the yacht. He leans close and unclips the chain as he helps me up and onto the deck of the yacht.
‘Hi there, welcome aboard.'
‘Hey.' Says Master. Thanks, oh and this is my wife.

‘Hi, I'm your skipper for the day. Anything you need, just ask me OK?
‘Ok I answer quietly as I move to the seating along the side of the boat. Master joins me as we set off out of the lagoon. The scenery is magnificent as we motor out of the clam waters towards the ocean. I am beginning to relax, lying my head back on the seat and fighting the urge to doze as we continue out to sea.
The motor cuts and Master signals for me to join him on the front deck. There are sun lounges there and we take one each, the sails are up on the yacht and we quietly skip along the water. The sails shade us from the sun and provide a cool
breeze as Harry serves us drinks and a tray of tropical fruit, returning to the wheel of the yacht and steer us around the
islands.
‘Take your clothes off Sub.'
I look at Master with a start, but begin to obey him, removing my sarong slowly.
‘I told him we would be nude, so do as I ask.'
I remove the rest of my clothing; the only thing remaining is the fine chain belt around my waist, and the chain from my clamped clitoris. Master is naked also.

‘Get some sun Sub, take in the fresh air and doze if you wish, I will ensure you do not burn, and no-one will be looking at your body but me I can promise you that. 'The afternoon flew by as we sailed till sunset around the tropical islands. I slept for a few hours while Master read, and then we dressed and played about, swam off the boat in the clear cool waters and chased the dolphins that had joined us.
The skipper kept the food and drinks up to us all day. Tropical delights and cool drinks. Perfect. All I needed by the end of the day was the removal of the clamp and an orgasm!

The resort came into view as the sun moved closer to the horizon. Master and I were on deck, standing with the Skipper as he steered us into the mooring. I held the boat steady as he and Master tied her off, and we went to shore.
Master led me by the chain. My clitoris was numb from the clamp, but the pressure behind it was intense. The balls
rubbed together inside my pussy as I scampered alongside him. I was panting to keep up and with all the erotic senses
running through my body, the panting was clearly audible as we made our way up the steps to the pool deck, along the
patio into the sun lounge area, further through the resort to our room. He occasionally said hello, but did not stop
walking, nor did he ease the tension on my lead. I caught many glances, my white bikini still damp and see through,
my pinched nipples protruding outwards as my breasts bounced along.
Once in our room, I stripped and waited for Master to instruct me.
‘Sub.'
‘Yes Master.'
‘You will shower immediately and alone. Ensure you are completely shaved and bowel is empty before you return
to me. You have 30 minutes.'
‘Yes Master.'
I now obey him without question. Never questioning his requests, never questioning my immediate obedience.
It is natural.
I ran to the bathroom, reaching into my toiletry bag, I removed a small 15ml enema and inserted it into my bowels, squeezing the contents until all had been inserted. I then shaved my pussy and arse, carefully checking that every hair had
been removed. I turned my pussy lips outwards, carefully shaving along the edge, bending over and shaving my arse
crack and around my bud, whilst checking in the mirror that the task was completed correctly. I emptied my bowels as
instructed and cleaned myself up under the shower before drying off and applying a small amount of moisturizer to
my body from face to toes.
I returned to the room, Master was sitting on the couch, a drink in his hand. He checked his watch as I entered.
‘Kneel on the bed, head down, arse on the side here'.
I obeyed at once, kneeling on the bed while Master moved about the room. My head was on the mattress, arms stretched
out above my head, my legs were on the bed except for my feet, ensuring that my arse was where he desired it..
The chain around my waist remained in place, the clamp on my clitoris dangling as I waited for Master to use me.
He walked behind me and stroked my arse, my lower back and arse again.
‘Nice. You have tanned well Sub.'
‘Thank You Master.' I mumbled into the bed.
Slap….'Oww'...Slap…..'Eww'…..Slap…'Ssst'….Slap…'Arhh'..Slap……..

He slapped each cheek many times, hard and quickly. The stinging sensation ripped through my already reddened
skin as he spanked me hard. I struggled to maintain my position, digging my toes and fingers into the bed covering as I tried to be as still and quiet as possible for him.
Trying to take my mind off the spanking I realized that it was Dinner time. I was not hungry; we had grazed all day on
the boat, nibbling on various foods while sailing around the island.
Eventually his torture slowed and he gently rubbed my cheeks, moving his fingers to my pussy, entering and fingering
me roughly. The feeling behind my clitoris was more intense than ever. It verged on being painful but when he reached
under and tugged the chain, I screamed loudly. He pulled it again, causing me to lose balance and fall onto my stomach.
Master sighed loudly.

‘Legs up.'
I bent both legs upwards spreading my knees wide for him as he pulled the chain again, taking up the tension on it
so that I was holding my breath in anticipation of the pain. Again and again he gently pulled on the chain, eased it off
and pulled it again until I was unable to stop myself from screaming out again.
‘Master…oh Master…'
‘Suck it in Sub..'
Again he pulled the chain, finally holding it taut for a few seconds before adding another length of chain.
He looped it around my uncuffed ankles and draped it over my shoulder as he moved to my head. My legs wobbled as he pulled the chain to a taut tension on my clit, gritting my teeth as he tugged again before speaking.
‘Open.'
I opened my mouth and he tucked the chain in, followed by the scarf gag, tied tightly behind my head.
‘I am showering, do not move your legs or your clit will be pulled again, pull it and pleasure yourself and you will
be punished. Understand Sub?
I nodded gently.
My chest heaved and pussy squirmed, as I wanted so badly to pull on it again. The agony of the hard tension on my clit
was far better than the sensation of denial that I was now experiencing. Easing my head into the mattress I moaned
loudly several times, slowly bringing myself down by breathing deeply and slowly. Master seemed to shower forever and
my un-shackled legs ached as I fought the urge to lower them to the bed or move them in any way and pull on my clit clamp. Strangely, my legs felt less secure without the ankle cuffs and ropes tied to them, I was restraining myself now and
it was hard work.
Master entered the room, un-gagged me and removed the chain from my ankles.
‘Stand.' He barked at me.

I struggled to my feet as he ordered. The chain from the clit clamp dangled between my legs.
He turned my shoulders around so that I was facing him, I cast my eyes down, not wishing to make eye contact with him.

‘I will not remove the clamp on your Clitoris until I believe that you deserve to orgasm. ‘Yes Master.'
Master pulls the two chairs from the small dining table and places them back to back in the center of the room. He
then removes the gag, blindfold, ropes and cuffs from his sports bag.
‘Good… Hmmm. Move over here and kneel on the floor. I want to try something.'
Master gags me tightly with the ball gag. He places the mask over my eyes and then ties a cloth around it tightly. He also
collars me which is unusual, but adds to the stimulation and anticipation of the evening ahead. He then plugs me with a large dildo, leaving my pussy empty. My eyes are large with fear under the mask, I cannot anticipate what he has
planned for tonight, but as with last night, I feel it is going to be a long hard session.
He pulls me to my feet and positions me kneeling on one of the chairs, facing backwards, pulling hard on my breasts
so that they are hanging over the back of the chair. He cuffs my ankles and ties them to the chair legs tightly. He wraps
a rope around my waist, tying it tightly to the chair, looping it around my body again and again, pulling tightly each
time, forcing me to lean over the back of the chair even further.
He then cuffs my wrists, attaches rope to the cuffs and pulled them behind my back, threading the rope through the cuffs
he then wraps it around my arms just below the elbows, forcing them to be straight behind me.
He then pulls it tight; threads back through the cuffs and downwards. He threaded the rope between my legs, before
moving in front of me.
He parted my pussy lips, threaded the rope through, carefully ensuring that the clamp on my clit was to one side before
pulling it upwards, tying it to the top of the chair back I was dribbling and groaning into the gag by this stage,
bursting with both excitement and fear, barely able to move a muscle.
I can feel him walking around me. He pulls on my arms, pressing the rope into my pussy hard causing me to flinch. He checks my legs, rubbing the soles of each foot, again making me jerk on the chair.
He presses on the dildo, fingering my pussy around the ropes, tugging slightly on the chain, not enough to hurt me, enough
to warn me to behave… he was sending me a message, and I was determined to comply.
He is in front of me, my breasts are hanging free, I begin to wonder if he has forgotten them. He caresses them both.
Gently stroking them as he moves behind me again. He runs his finger under the collar; it is firmly around my neck with just enough room for his finger. I swallow hard. There are loops on each side, positioned under each ear, and I feel him clip onto them both. He pulls my head up and backwards, stretching my neck back and clipping the collar to the cuffs on my wrists. Now if my arms moved at all they pulled my head down backwards or the rope harder onto my pussy.
I grunt into the gag. This was uncomfortable and painful. I move my fingers and toes, trying to move a millimeter to find comfort. I hear Master move about the room.

He is close to me again, I can smell him.

He moves behind me, touching my arms and legs, stroking my neck and face as he leans my head onto his shoulder and
begins to caress my breasts.
He kisses my neck, my cheek, and my exposed throat as he pinches and squeezes my nipples.
One hand finds my exposed wetness between my legs and explores, rubbing with his palm against the rope and dildo as I moaned again.
Continuing to kiss and squeeze with one hand, he explores and rubs lightly over the clamp between my legs with the other.
I jerk as the first band is flicked and removed from my nipple.
Master pulls it roughly off, squeezing and twisting the blood back into the red, hard, nipple while I scream into the gag and his finger presses harder onto the clamp.
The pain is electric and hot as the next band is flicked off also. Continuing to explore between my wet legs he moves the dildo in and out hard, jerking my body against the ropes that have me bound so tightly.
I want to orgasm so badly, but unable to move and barely able to breathe I am denied so push the thought to the back of my head.
Pain and ecstasy course through me, Master continues to pull and twist my nipples hard, stretching them out in front of me, roughly fingering my pussy, biting down on my neck, nipping at my ears, squeezing my toes and pinching my fingers as he continued to confuse my mind.
He moves away, leaving me panting and groaning. My juices have saturated my inner legs and the seat of the chair. I am sweating and snorting to breathe as again I calm myself down.
Master wipes me with a damp, cool cloth. He wipes my face, neck, breasts, down my back, my pussy and inner legs. He
then begins to handle my breasts again. He takes the right breast in his hand and begins to knead it hard. It hurts. He starts at the base and squeezes the breast right down to the nipple. He repeats with the left one, alternating between the two until they are swollen and hurting me. He ties the rope to the base of the right breast tightly. He strains, grunts to get the tight tension on the rope and the pain is very intense for me. Once happy with the tension, he wraps the rope around the breast slowly and tightly. Oh the pain, squashing and stretching my breast under the rope as he winds it half way down the breast, tying it off hard. He slaps the nipple as he moves away, laughing to himself as I yelp.
The procedure is repeated with the left breast. Slowly, tightly he wrapped and tied the rope off, my large size 40 breasts jutting outwards from my bound and contorted body.

The crack of the riding crop took me totally by surprise when it landed on the nipple of my breast. I felt my whole body jump; pain shot through me form every extremity and I screamed for mercy into the gag. Over and over he cropped my breasts, some strokes on the top, some front on and some upwards underneath so that no exposed skin was left untouched.

I tried to move, but the pain to my pussy, neck, arms and legs was intense and Master did not stop.
He clearly had no consideration for my discomfort as I began to drift into the fog of my subspace.
I have no idea how long he cropped me. I had lost consciousness for a few seconds.
I came back to earth when a cloth wiped over my breasts again with cooling gentle effect. I was sobbing, tears streamed
down my face and it felt like my breasts were being removed.

There was pressure around the nipples, not like the bands but a hard restricting pressure that I did not recognize.

It felt hot, in fact it was extremely hot as my senses came back to me and I could hear Masters voice.
‘Relax Sub, you are doing well.'
Just a little longer and I will show you what I have done. I felt like my nipples were being pulled and sucked at the same time. As sensations returned I concentrated hard, my nipples were inside some sort of hot container and the pressure was so intense.
Suddenly I realized that I was being milked. Some sort of device was pinching and sucking my nipples hard and I could feel them expelling small amounts of fluid. It felt like they were turning inside out.
‘Oh my god' I moaned into the gag.
My breasts felt like they had grown in length, and I had no idea what Master was planning to do with them.
He moved to my head and took away the mask. Blinking hard I focused on the roof of the room while he then unclipped
the gag from my mouth.
‘Remain quiet sub.' Master was naked; blinking hard I made out his naked body and his hard cock as he moved away from
me.
I obeyed, taking deep breaths as I concentrated on the sucking devices attached to my breasts.
Master then unclipped the chain from the collar rings and gently raised my head upwards to its normal position.
I looked down and the sight of my breasts, purple in color, with glass funnel like objects attached suctioned over my nipples, drawing them down the glass tubing with each sucking movement. I was stunned at the sight.
Master checked them before releasing the suction and removing each one from my breast, sucking my nipples himself to savor the flavor. My nipples were sensitive and protruding farther than ever before as he sucked hard on them. Again I had sensations running through my body, unable to control or stop them I bit my lip hard and breathed through my nose loudly.
He went behind me, releasing the rope attached to my arms. He uncuffed them and allowed me to shake them to regain sensations before pulling them out in front of my body, pulling me so that I was now leaning over the chair with my hands on the seat of the chair in front. He also removed the rope from between my pussy lips, tugging the clit chain whilst he
was there.
Master moved in front of me, his cock was hard and he knelt one leg onto the chair so that it could reach my mouth.
Guiding my hands to his thighs, Master knelt on the chair and fucked my mouth hard. I had no where to move as he thrust
into my throat, rubbing and pinching my nipples at the same time, causing me to suck and groan harder and louder before
he exploded inside me. Without hesitation Master pulled from my mouth and pushed his cock between my breasts. I squealed with the pain as he squashed them hard against it, bringing it back to life quickly and fucking my tits hard while I had nowhere to go.
Again he came hard, spraying onto my face as he grunted the last of his juices onto me.
He stepped away and left me. I was limp, hanging over the back of the chair, still bound by legs and stomach. His juices
dripped from my face and dribbled from my mouth, sapped of enough energy to suck them back up.
I had no idea where he was but could hear him behind me.
The gag was replaced roughly. I braced myself. His hands were forceful and aggressive. He grabbed the dildo and thrust it inside me hard. Removing it from my arse he again thrust it into me, lurching my body hard into the back of the chair. Leaving the dildo in place he then inserted the vibrator into my pussy. Again aggressive he thrust it in and out of me, before turning it on full and pressing onto my clit clamp. I screamed into the gag and jerked about as the electrical
current ran into my wet pussy hole, followed by the hard buzzing vibrator.
Over and over he buzzed the clamp as I screamed inside my head for him to release it. His hands were fucking my holes hard with the objects. Over and over I was pumped in rhythm and out of rhythm, as he felt fit.
I was almost insane with the need to orgasm. He pressed his fingers into my pussy hard, finally releasing the clamp
to the sound of my blood-curdling scream into the gag. Thrusting his cock into my arse at the same time he rubbed and rubbed my clit as I shook with the built up pain and ecstasy, holding the orgasm at bay with all my fiber.
‘Cum Sub.. Cum for Master.' He panted.
I screamed again deeply and loudly into the gag as the orgasm released into me. My juices squirted onto the chair copiously.
Master fucked my arse hard as wave after electric wave washed through me. Over and over I moaned, my head hung, my toes cramped and breasts swelled with the pressure. Again he came deep inside me, collapsing onto my back as I again entered subspace. My mind was a void. Black with emptiness. My body was numb. Unable to move one sinew I remained slumped over the chair until Master removed the gag and ropes. He unbound my breasts without a whimper.
He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. Laying me on my side he positioned my body for sleep and crawled in behind me.
He held me all night as I slept, swollen, sore, fulfilled and obedient.
Little did I realize then, but the clamp had been removed early….....at what price??

I slept soundly in Masters arms, waking to the suns rays streaming through the crack in the curtains, Master snoring
lightly into my back.
Today was our last; we were leaving for home later in the morning
I was still sore, my pussy, breasts and clit were still tender but I lay there soaking in the sunlight before we rose for
the day. Thinking back on the days that we have had here, my torture at the hands of strangers, Masters torture of
me, my breasts being attached to the glass tubes and the reason for it that eluded me still.
I was happy though.
Master stirred. Cuddling into my back as he woke from his sleep, reaching under and over my body, cupping my breasts
in his hands.
‘Morning Sub.'
‘Morning Master.'
‘We are leaving today. You will have our bags packed by ten o'clock for us to check out. I have booked us on the early
flight so that we are home in good time.'
‘Yes Master.'
‘Roll over, make me hard and suck me.'
I obeyed him, rolling onto my side as he moved onto his back I took his flaccid cock and began to seduce it.
I kissed it gently, stroking with my fingers and cupping his ball sack with my free hand. My mouth slid over the tip
and downwards until my lips reached his pubic hairs, pressing gently on the sides of his now hardening cock. My fingers
tenderly kneaded his sack, gently squeezing each testicle with the rhythm of my mouth as his cock continued to quickly
grow. Licking and sucking him from tip to base the pace began to quicken as his hips moved gently. My lower hand slid under his arse cheek, fingers brushing his arse hole as the thrusts became harder. Still kneading his balls, pulling the skin
tight around them and letting my dribble dampen the skin.
His head lifted from the pillow, grabbing my head and pushing it hard onto his crotch. My third finger found his arse and
began to press as he moaned and thrust hard. He was beginning to tighten his legs, hips, balls and finally his cock tensed
with the orgasm as he plunged into my throat. On cue I pressed into his arse, my finger pumping in and out, twirling around, knuckle deep inside Masters bowel. I swallowed all his juices, licking his cock clean and cleaning around his
balls before looking up at him.
He lay back on the pillow panting. His arms were beside his side and I went to lay my head on his chest.
‘Sit up.'
I sat on the bed, facing away from him as he raised his legs in the air, pulling his knees to his chest, gripping onto
them, pulling his arse high up and on display.
‘Lick my arse too.'
I moved to his arse and began to lick the cheeks, kissing them and moving from left to right across both cheeks. I
then knelt up, licking under his ball sack and letting my tongue find its way down his crack to the ring or his anal
passage.
I kissed it gently.
‘I said lick it..Now.!!
I licked it hard, pushing my tongue inside the tight muscle and pressing my face hard into his arse as I slurped my juices
around.
‘Finger yourself, but do not cum.'
Without hesitation I pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy as my tongue searched his regions.
I pressed my clit, stroking the tender point of my sex until it relaxed and I was wet, returning my fingers inside my
pussy, I explored it, the pace quickening as I became more aroused.
Master was moaning, I continued to lick and nibble at him, fingering my own pussy at the same time. I too was panting.
‘Stop.'
I pulled away, fingers still inside my pussy as I knelt up between his legs. The sensation was wonderful, warm tingles
through my body as the orgasm built.
‘Remove your fingers; you are not permitted to pleasure yourself any further without my permission.
‘Yes Master.'
‘Come, shower me and dress for breakfast.'
We showered together as normal. Master was hard again and he pushed my head onto his cock immediately when we entered the shower.
Water cascaded down my back as he pumped and pumped into my mouth, finally coming deep into my throat after fucking
my mouth hard.
After we showered, Master banded my nipples tightly before choosing my outfit. He chose my black thong and my smallest
black lace bra, tight pale pink tank top and short white skirt. My bra and thong were clearly visible through my clothing; my breasts pushed into the bra, bulging out over the top of the lace, nipples pressing against the lace,
protruding clearly through the light pink top. The thong too was visible. The skirt was straight, reasonably fitted
over my arse and very short.
I wore flat sandals and assisted Master to dress also. He wore light jeans and a polo top.
At breakfast we ate quietly, Master chatting with many of the other men and women whom he had met playing golf at
the resort. They all eyed me, the Men leering at my breasts, the women glaring with gritted teeth smiles on their faces.
Master allowed me a hearty meal and fruit juice, followed by a hot cup of tea.
He then instructed me to return to our room, pack and meet him at the reception area at 10am sharp. I had just over 30
minutes so I hurried back and packed, checking and double-checking that we had left nothing behind.
I made sure to pack Masters toys separately, he liked to keep them with him on the plane, so they were all neatly packed
in his sports back, covered by his books and toiletries.
Master was waiting for me when I appeared with our luggage. ‘Good, you are here, we can check out now and make our way to the airport.'
He waved his hand to a Porter who came and took the luggage.
We then made our way to the limo waiting at the front doors.
There were 2 other men waiting there, Master smiled and chatted with them for a few minutes before we all entered
the vehicle.
I sat next to Master, while the 2 men sat opposite us, both smiling at me, eyes fixed on my breasts and skirt, which
was now exposing my black thong to them as I sat down.
‘So, this is her?' The larger one of them said to Master.
‘Yes.' He placed his hand on my knee and squeezed it. ‘This is her. This is Jenny.'
I was dumbfounded. I stared at Master with my mouth open and eyes wide.
What did he mean…'Her.'

‘Hello Jenny.' The man said, reaching his hand out to me.
‘Hi, ' I muttered to him.
‘Pleasure to meet you.' Said the second one, again reaching for me to shake hands.
Master placed his hand on my shoulder and I shuddered. This was not going to be fun, I could feel it deep inside me. His
hand was firm and my pussy was squeezing together tightly as he leaned towards me.
‘These Gents are going to help me with your development.
He is a Doctor, and he is going to help you produce milk for me to drink from you.'
‘Mmmmilk…. But..'
‘Shhhh Jenny. This is my wish and you will obey me.'
I nodded slowly as he reached down and lifted my top up over my head, removing it and leaving me sitting there in my small bra.
‘Present your nipples.'
I closed my eyes and pulled the bra downwards, allowing my banded nipples to pop free.
Both men leaned forward, looking at my nipples as if they were a piece of machinery.
The smaller man pinched each of them hard, pulling them outwards as he did so and letting them snap back into place.
‘Mmm, not bad.. not bad at all.'
He reached into a bag that he was carrying and produced a jar of pills.
She is to take one of these twice a day, morning and night.
She is to have plenty of water to drink throughout the day too.
The nipples are to be stretched and kneaded three times a day, it might pay to get a machine for it as it can be tiring
on the hands.
‘I might suggest that you get some nipple shields, they fit over the nipple and assist to push it outwards, although
the bands are doing an excellent job, you can probably combine both techniques.'
Again he rummaged in his bag. My mind was racing at a hundred thoughts a second. Machine.. milking… pills… Oh my God..!!!!
‘You will also need a pump like this one.'
He produced a contraption that was long glass tubes fluted out at one end with a bulb half way down. Each open end had
a hose and a hand pump attached to it with a valve between the tubes and the pump .
Leaning forward he grabbed my nipple and pulled it hard.
He then pulled the bands off, causing me to squeal and jump.
Master frowned at me.
He placed the glass tube over my nipple and pumped the pump a few times. Then he shut the valve off, gently releasing
his grip.
My nipple was sucked outwards quickly, trying to make its way down the tubing. The pressure was intense as he let it
go, hanging from my breast, pulling and squeezing my nipple He repeated this with the other nipple, showing Master
the technique and what to look for as my nipples felt like they were going to be pulled from my body.
He explained that heating the tubes would make the suction and pressure even better, and with the strong hormone tablets
working I should be producing milk within a week or so.
He grinned at Master and told him to read the paperwork inside the bottle, as these pills had some side effects that he
should know about.
I was still stunned.. milk in a week… side effects… oh no..
What is happening?
The car began to slow and the Doctor quickly removed the tubes. Master stuffed my nipples back into my bra and handed
me my tank top to replace.
We alighted from the limo as is nothing had happened. My nipples were like large bumps under my bra and protruding
well out under my top. There were gasps as we passed other travelers and sat in the waiting area.
My pussy was wet from all the nipple attention in the limo, but I remained sitting still and just grinned a little when
I saw the wet patch on the airport seat as we stood to board the plane.
Master had taken all three seats in our aisle as usual. I was to sit near the window, he would occupy the other seats,
depending on what he was doing with me at the time.
We settled into place, Masters bag sitting on the floor under his feet as the plane took off and we began our journey
home.
We were barely off the ground when he produced the gag for me. I stuffed it into my mouth as before. No one would even
know it was there, that my mouth was full of sound muffling material.
He leaned over to me, pulling my shoulder close so he could whisper in my ear.
He placed his light jacket over my shoulders, the opening to my back so my chest area was covered.
‘Present nipples and pussy to me, do not remove any clothing, just move it so that I have access.'
I reached under and slid my top up towards my shoulders, pulling the bra downwards again so that my nipples protruded.
I then reached between my legs, pulling the center piece of my thong forwards and over to the right, so Master could
reach from my left.
Master pulled my head towards him again, leaning it on his shoulder as he reached under and twisted both nipples hard.
He had the bag on his lap, removing the clamps he placed them on each nipple as I bit hard onto the material in my mouth.
Tightening them hard, he then gave a tug on them, when I jumped he was happy that they were in place.
Nest he removed the huge black dildo, and handed to me.
‘Insert it.'
I parted my legs, lifting my hips slightly upwards against the seat belt and pushed it inside. It slid in easily, my pussy was soaking wet and eager to receive.
He then produced the inflatable dildo and reached down to my arse. I unclipped my belt, raising my hips again and
parting my legs wide as he pushed it inside my arse, again I bit onto the gag as the pressure from both insertions caused
sensations to rise within me.
My breathing was quickening, the sensations of my arse now being inflated with the air of the dildo, pressing against
the huge presence inside my pussy was sending my body wild.
Master leaned me back, the seat was slightly reclined and I squirmed into a comfortable position and sighed.
Master suddenly pulled on the nipple chains. I jumped and squealed out with the pain, only to be held firmly in place
by his hand on my crotch.
‘Stay awake Sub. You are not to doze off.'
‘Yes Master.' I panted.
Holding a firm tension on the chains, he moved his free hand between my legs, pressing the dildo hard inside me, causing
my back to arch as it pressed high into my body.
He began to move it slowly in and out, firmly pulling on the chains at the same time. I closed my eyes and concentrated
hard, knowing that he would not allow me to orgasm and that he was going to test me again on the plane.
He continued to stimulate me with the dildo, sometimes gently, other times firm and quickly as I neared the edge
of orgasm. My seat was wet with juices and I was barely able to sit still.
He also pressed the inflated dildo into my arse, letting air out of it, fucking my arse with it and pumping it up tight
again. My knees were bent up slightly as he continued to tease me, finally rubbing my clit hard as I strained not
to cum.
I grabbed his arm as the waves almost got through my defenses.

‘Mmmaster…' I mumbled through the cloth gag.
He stopped and sat up, leaning close to my ear again.
‘Go to the toilet Sub and I will meet you there. He tucked my nipples, clamps attached inside my bra, and reached
down to replace my thong between my legs. The tube and pump for the dildo he tucked tightly into the front of my thong
before pulling me to my feet and letting me past him.
Walking to that toilet was the longest walk of my life. The dildos banged against each other, pressing on my clit as
well as I gingerly walked along. I entered the toilet and waited, after about 30 seconds there was a knock at the door.
‘Jenny, Darling are you all right.'
I opened the door and Master squeezed in beside me. He sat on the toilet seat, unzipping his pants and turning me so
that I was looking away from him.
‘Release your nipples.'
I pulled my top up and bra down, allowing the chains to dangle freely.
Master reached between my legs, pressing each of the dildos hard inside me as I groaned loudly and placed my hand over
my mouth.
He released the air and removed the dildo from my arse, fucking my pussy with the huge one as I balanced, bent over with my arse at his face level.
He released his cock, it was hard and ready, as he guided my arse over it, pushing inside me as my head fell backwards
and his hand reached for the nipple chains.
He fucked me hard.
First my arse then he washed and fucked my pussy as the plane took us homewards. Using the huge dildo he also plunged inside my holes, again and again bringing me to the brink of orgasm, each time pulling on the nipple chains hard,
bringing my senses crashing back to earth.
Finally, he again used my arse, reaching around he also fingered my clit hard, rubbing and rubbing faster and faster
until I was out of control.
My hand firmly over my mouth barely muffled my screams and groans.
The orgasm hit me with such fury that I did not even feel the chains pulling my tortured nipples. My legs were cramped
and Master filled my arse with his juices as we joined the ‘Mile High Club' with gusto.
Master plugged me again. I returned to my seat quietly as Master cleaned himself and waited for a couple of minutes
before returning beside me.
The next hour passed in bliss as I rested and Master dozed before landing and greeting the cold, damp weather that
we had escaped for just a few short days.
I rode home plugged and chained. Occasionally Master would tug the chains or drive through the rough edges on the road
until we crunched the tires along our driveway. He kept my full attention for the entire trip.
Home at last…

I was pleased to be home again. We unpacked and settled for the evening. I was naked as usual, still plugged and clamped from the flight home.

Master was in his office, checking the phone messages and emails as I prepared our meal for the evening.

The house was warm, Master had the log fire burning in the main area of the house, sending the pleasant warmth throughout.

I didn't hear him behind me.

'Kneel' He shouted .

I dropped the food I was preparing with fright, falling to my knees immediately.

Master walked in front of me, presenting me one of the pills, a small glass of water and a cloth to again gag my mouth. I took the pill with the water and stuffed the gag in, still shaking from the fright of his command.

He roughly removed the clamps from my nipples, I winced with the pain, sucking air inwards as he twisted and pinched life back into them.

'Present your arse.'

I placed my head down, bringing my arse up high as he released the air from the inflatable dildo in my arse and removed the huge intrusion from my pussy.

'Stand and meet me in the dungeon.'

I stood and walked quickly to the dungeon room. Waiting on the carpet in the center of the room as always, I looked around, reminding myself of the times that I had spent in here before our holiday.

Master entered behind me.

'Over to the chair and sit.'

Gingerly I walked to the chair, the huge dildo permanently fixed in the center of it was an awesome sight. I turned and gently sat down, impaling the dildo into my arse. I was already stretched from the earlier dildo, but this stretched me even more.

I placed my arms on the arm of the chair, legs up into the frames; knees bent and rested my head back.

Master strapped my arms and legs tightly. He spread my legs open wide with the frame adjustments, locking them into place.

Taking my right breast in his hand he began to knead it. Pulling hard from the base to the nipple he pressed, squeezed and pulled my breasts until they were bright red and swollen. He banded my nipples tightly, finally applying the breast harness tighter than ever before around each breast and over my head, so that my breasts were bound tightly at the base and squashed together, held high up by the harness around my neck.

The dildo was firm and hard. Every movement sent sensations through my body as Master moved and pushed my body around, causing me to pivot on my intruder.

My pussy was wet and excited.

He left the room but returned after only a moment. Master produced a large block of ice and sat it directly under my pussy opening. I immediately raised my body upwards, straining against the arm and leg restraints, moving on the dildo inside my arse, before having to lower onto the ice.

He left the room again without a word.

My pussy was on fire, the ice pressing directly onto my clit as I raised and lowered myself time and time again. Moaning

and groaning loudly I continued to bounce, effectively fucking my arse with the dildo whilst teasing my clit with the ice block.

The orgasm was building fast. I tried to concentrate but it was hopeless. My pussy juices were running out of me, my arse was stimulated and my breasts were large and engorged.

Slowly the waves hit me, building with pressure as the ice pressed harder against my clit, releasing as I raised my hips and turned the focus to my arse. It seemed to take forever for the orgasm to finish. No sooner had I released one, but the ice sent me plunging into another and another, exhausting me and blurring my mind as sensations of pain, pleasure and discomfort crashed together.

Eventually the ice began to melt, the cold water from it trickling down my arse cheeks and onto the floor below the chair.

I was numb, still stimulated by the ever-present ice and dildo, I began to feel the intense pressure of my breasts as they darkened in color and swelled before my eyes.

I have no idea how long he was gone. He returned when the ice was nothing more than a dampened patch on the chair. My head slumped back onto the chair, arms and legs limp, breasts almost purple in color. He began to knead my breasts again, pulling my head and body slightly forward as he roughly squeezed them from base to the nipple.

He seemed to concentrate on the nipples for a long time, pulling and pressing them in a milking motion. Again I writhed on the seat, pussy awake again and dildo rigid inside me.

He knelt before me, taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on it, biting and nibbling on the tip of the nipple as he stimulated my pussy with his fingers. He drove three fingers deep inside me, again causing my impaled arse to rise and fall with his thrusts.

He sucked each nipple hard, fucking my pussy with his fingers, grunting with each thrust, piston like movements of my body up and down on the chair. I could only pant hard, grunting and moaning loudly into the gag, concentrating my mind on my body and the sensations cursing through me.

Finally he stopped and stood.

He reached for my chin, removed the gag and presented his cock to me. I leaned my head back against the chair as he fucked my mouth. Totally restrained and unable to move, I could do no more than open my mouth and throat and let him have his way with it.

He leant into me, his knees pressed hard between my legs, against my frozen pussy, arms holding onto the top of the chair above my head as he pumped my face hard and fast, finally exploding inside me with a massive shudder.

Master released me slowly from the chair. He helped me stand, the breast harness tight around my neck still as he assisted me from the room and up stairs to the bedroom.

He laid me on the bed in my usual position. On my left side, facing away from him, he fastened my cuffs and secured my arms and legs to the posts of the bed. He gagged me and placed the sleep mask over my eyes.

My breasts remained tightly tied in the harness. Master showered before joining me on the bed. Lying on his side, propped by his elbow he stroked my body from shoulder to hip.

'I have commenced your hormone treatment Sub.'

I nod.

'There are side effects that you should be aware of even though you have no choice in the matter.'

I nod again.

'You may gain some weight. I will monitor this carefully and adjust your diet accordingly.'

'Mmm. I mumbled'

'Your breasts will increase in size. This pleases me, even though they are a good size at the moment, a little larger will not be a problem.'

I nod.

'There is increased risk of pregnancy. Therefore I will no longer cum in your pussy, I will use your arse and mouth for this purpose. I do not wish to have children Sub, and you will not bear any.

I mumble into the gag again.

'Once you are producing milk, I will use it solely for the purpose of our cooking and drinking. I will maintain the volume that you produce by medication and regular visits to our doctor friend who happens to live in the city.'

Again I nod my head. I have little say in the matter, but am pleased that he is sharing this information with me.

'Your menstrual cycle will be closely monitored also, if you become too heavy during that time, the medication may be changed.'

I sigh into the gag. The realization that I am purely an object for the pleasure of my Master is clearer every day that I am here.

I will never leave, this is my life, and my duty and I will serve him forever.

We sleep soundly. I wake when he stirs. The realization that my breasts are swollen and hard frightens me, but pleases Master. He pulls me back towards him in the bed and rubs each breast roughly.

'Good. Progressing nicely.'

He sucks the nipples again hard. They grow under the pressure of his sucking, I can feel the intense pulling on them from deep inside the breast. We rise from the bed, Master removing my restraints and the breast harness allowing them to hang freely while we shower. As is the normal process of our day, I suck him, emptying his pleasure into my mouth and wash his body. He pays special attention to my breasts, massaging them under the warm water. We dress and make our way downstairs. He allows me some breakfast, before I take my pill and serve him his meal. He then bands my nipples and orders me to kneel beside him.

'I am going into town today, you will remain here.'

'Yes Master.'

'Sub, I wish for you to be in the dungeon, on the chair when I return. You are to be gagged, your legs strapped in and arms cuffed together behind your neck. The easiest pair of handcuffs that I have is hanging on the top of the chair; you can lock each wrist to them when you are in place. There is a timer attached to them, this will tell me exactly to the second how long your wrists have been cuffed, so you would be well advised to cuff them once you have completed all my other instructions.'

'Yes Master.'

'I will not tell you exactly when I am going to return; you will have to estimate that for yourself, I will tell you though it will be between two and four hours from now. Just so that I can ensure you will behave, you are to place an ice block between your legs as I did yesterday. I am aware of how long it will take to melt, and I will be able to tell if you have sped the process up.'

'Yes Master.' I answer him quietly. How am I going to tolerate that chair again, the dildo and the ice nearly sent me insane.

'Oh.. and by the way Sub, you may orgasm on the chair, I know it is hard for you to resist, but there is a penance for the amount of juice I find on that seat.'

'Yes Master.'

He turns and leaves me. Naked, wet with anticipation, shaking with trepidation.

The next two hours pass quickly as I tend to my chores about the house. There has been an accumulation of dust since we were gone, so I clean every bench top and ledge.

The sensation in my breast is changing. They are more sensitive that ever before and I feel that I am imagining, but I think that they have grown. They are still swollen; my nipples feel huge and tight under the bands.

I venture into the dungeon. The room is cold and dimly lit, there is space for a lot more equipment in here, and Master will purchase it over time, but for now it's the chair that will be my best friend.

I return to the kitchen, tentatively opening the freezer door I remove one of the blocks of Ice that Master has prepared. It is a perfect 2-inch cube; he made the tray for the water himself.

Back into the dungeon I proceed, I place the ice on the arm of the chair as I liberally lube the dildo. I tie the gag around my neck before turning and standing on the step. I lower my arse slowly onto the dildo. My arse hurts, the thing feels twice the size as yesterday, I have no idea if Master changes the dildos on the chair, but this was uncomfortable. My pussy was heating up already with anticipation. Once impaled, I lean forward to fasten the straps on my ankles. The dildo pushes deep inside and I groan loudly., Hurrying to finish I am gently rocking my hips up and down on the chair, bringing my pussy even more to life. Both legs are firmly strapped in place, and I reach for the ice. Lifting my arse slightly, I slide the frozen block between my legs, my body comes down onto it, pressing it inside my pussy.

I scream out with the sensation, quickly reaching my arms up and cuffing my left then right wrist into the cuffs. My legs strain against the straps and my arms immediately pull against the cuffs.

For the next.. one hour and twenty minutes, I endure the agony of the ice, the pain of the dildo and the ecstasy of orgasm after orgasm. My body rises up and plunges down on the intrusions, sending pulsating waves of sexual pleasure through me.

My mind is blurred, as if I have been flogged. My breathing is heavy and I am dribbling hard into the gag. I notice that my breasts are also damp, fluid seeping from them as yet another orgasm builds. The slowly melting ice has frozen my genitals; my clit is swollen beyond belief, and every move or tensing on my muscles cause irritation to it. I have no idea of time; I can only think about what is happening to my body.

I hear the door. He is home. I am waiting for him.

He enters the dungeon.

He smiles. Pleased with the sight of his Slave, tightly restrained by her own hands, tortured and teased also by her own hands. He knew she was learning from him, he knew she was truly submissive to him.

I am moaning into the gag, a steady stream of dribble cascades down my chest as my body still jerks and thrusts against the intruding dildo and freezing ice.

Master moves close to me still smiling. I moan to him, beg for release as he inspects my sorry state.

He fondles my breasts, they are swollen and tender, as he squeezes them from base to nipple, I can feel the nipples growing under his touch.

‘Well, well, well. You have impressed me Sub.'

He moves behind the chair and checks the timer attached to the handcuffs.

‘1hr 21 minutes and 43 seconds. Not too bad, not too bad at all.'

Still I moan at him, my senses have re ignited, my clit resting on the remainder of the ice is now pulsating. I move slightly, upwards on the dildo and down again as my arms and legs strain against their locks.

Master moves and squats in front if me, he reaches under and removes the ice. I sigh deeply with thanks as he drops it to the floor.

‘I see that you have cum.. This does not surprise me, but the amount of moisture that is visible to me shows that you have not yet achieved total control Jenny, and this is not pleasing.'

‘Mmmppphhh, I moan at him.' Pleading with him to remove the gag so I can explain.

He pushes his hand under me, fingers entering my frozen, wet pussy, feeling for my clit and rubbing it hard.

My head falls to the back of the chair.

‘It is very wet under there,' Shaking his head at me.

‘I will have to see to your punishment immediately.'

He unties my legs from the metal stirrups attached to the chair and applies the leather cuffs to each ankle.

He retrieves some rope, threads it through the cuffs and loops them through a ring above the head of the chair.

‘Noooo' I scream pathetically into the gag..

Pulling swiftly, my legs are hauled upwards towards my shoulders, driving my arse harder onto the dildo chair, impaling me even further.

My pussy is fully exposed, clit swollen and protruding clearly for Master.

Master leaves the room as I gasp for breath and the terror fills my body. This only fuels my sexual organs more and my pussy is moist yet again. The air on the frozen lips and clit send tingling sensations through me as I wait for his return.

He returns very soon, moves close to me and I feel a warm cloth wiping over my pussy. The feeling of blood returning to the area is calming, but the sight of the single tail whip in his hand is not.

I scream at him, squirm against my restraints hard as Master takes aim.

The first strike is across my arse cheeks, sending me bouncing on the dildo as my senses career into orbit.

Strike after strike hit me, I continue to flinch and wriggle for an eternity as he whips me, across my buttocks, up and down my pussy, the backs of my thighs, even the balls of my feet are whipped without respite.

Hundreds of cracking noises ring in my head, never able to anticipate when or where it will strike, no rhythm, no pattern, just random whipping of my body and I am totally powerless.

The screaming subsides, I breathe more lightly as I begin to fade as with the pain.

Just as I lose sense of where I am, the cold water brings me back to reality.

He has thrown a bucket full of water at me, stunning every nerve in my body to life again.

‘Stay with me… no fainting here, I want you to feel all of this Sub.'

He puts the whip down and moves close to me. I am shaking violently, the pain is intense and his soothing hand rubs my arse and legs to sooth it.

He talks quietly and calmly to me.

‘That's the girl. Take it all in Jenny, let the pain teach you how to please me. Let the pain remind you that I own you.'

‘Shhhhh. Relax Sub, relax and I will show you how much I love you.'

His hand moves across and back from side to side, caressing and massaging my buttocks, legs and feet.

Soon I am relaxed and he moves to my pussy lips. Gently inserting two fingers inside me as I moan into my gag. Slowly, gently he moves them in and out, slowly taking my mind back to pleasurable times, the rubs my clit gently, stimulating it with circular movements before inserting another finger.

I begin to move with him, my head is buzzing with pain and pleasure as he leans his face towards my reddened sex.

He kisses my pussy, licks the welts that he placed on me, nibbles on my clit forever as I journeyed into my own area of enjoyment.

My hips are moving, I realize that he is pulling my arse gently up and down on the dildo as he continued to suck on my pussy.

My breathing quickens, I begin to panic as the sensation grows. Tightening my muscles I try to prevent the feeling of the orgasm but it is building.

I struggle again, Master pushes his face harder into me, licking my clit hard, slurping on my juices whilst bouncing me on the dildo that impaled my arse.

‘Mmmm.'. I scream between pants.

Oh.. god… its coming…I scream in my head.

I tighten again, my toes, knees, thighs all squeeze hard as I try to move him away, my arms are pulling, jerking on the cuffs to signal to him to release me.

He pulls away and looks at me…

‘I am panting hard, the waves are almost on me and I struggle hard to stop them.

Without a word he reaches into his pants and removes a condom.

He unzips his pants, applies the condom to his erect cock and moves closer to me. I close my eyes and wait.

He plunges inside me, I feel his cock ram into the dildo, pressing it harder inside me and his cock squeezed hard onto my clit.

He fucks me hard, grunting as I piston on the dildo, breasts bouncing and breath grunting out of me as he has his way.

Faster and faster he fucks me, my orgasm is there again, this time I cannot stop it and as if he senses this, Master cums at the same time.

I scream into the gag and my body cramps as he explodes inside the shield that he wears.

My juices flow out of my pussy, stinging the welts as it pours down my arse onto the chair. He pumps hard to empty every last drop of himself into the condom..

I am limp.

Master regains his composure, removes the condom and discards it.

He releases my legs, arms and gag, and assists me from the chair.

We do not leave the dungeon however.

Master lays me on the massage table as he gets us both a drink from the kitchen.

While we sip our drinks, he props the top of the bed up so I am almost sitting and pushes my shoulders back against it.

I want you to relax here sub. We have work to do.

I relax on the bed. Master moves about the room, I can hear him moving a trolley around, unpacking boxes and clinking instruments.

My mind is wandering, my arse is sore and swollen, my pussy has thawed from the ice and is swollen from the fucking that he gave me.

Master moves beside me, he has wheeled the trolley beside the bed, there is a machine on it, tubes are protruding from the machine and Master attaches the familiar fluted glass ends to the tubes.

He places each tube against my nipples and instructs me to hold them.

He pulls me so that I am sitting upright, bending slightly forwards on the bed as he starts the machine in motion.

The suction on my breasts is immediate and intense. The fluted ends suck against my skin as my nipples are pulled out and into the tubing.

The machine pulls and relaxes on the nipples in a sucking motion as Master kneads the tops of my breasts.

There is no pain with this procedure, just immense pressure on each nipple as the machine pumps them.

A small amount of clear fluid oozes from my nipple, a slight drip as it drizzles down the glass into the bulb. My first breast milk gathers in the bulb, there is a tiny amount but Master is pleased.

After about ten minutes, Master shuts the machine off, removing the flutes from my nipples. The tiny amount of milk in each bulb is poured onto a spoon before Master tastes it. His face tells the story that this is not a sweet taste, but he is satisfied that we are making progress.

He smiles at me, patting my leg as he wheels the machine away to be cleaned.

My nipples are swollen and tender. I lay back on the bed and wait for him to return to me.

It is mid afternoon and I wonder what the rest of the day will bring for us.

Master finishes up with the machine and packs it away. I am dozing on the massage bed, exhausted for the day, drained of energy and feeling totally used as my position dictates.

‘Sub. Move up to the bedroom, we will shower together.'

‘Yes Master.'

I gingerly make my way up the stairs behind Master. I prepare the shower as he strips and we enter together.

The water stings my body, Master gently rubs the welts with shower oil before I wash his body.

We finish, leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom.

‘Lie on the bed on your stomach.'

I obey him immediately.

Master then oils my welts, gently massaging them and soothing my skin as I lay there. There are only a couple of areas that are still very tender. One across my buttocks, one on my thighs and one area across my pussy where the single tail cut a clear painful path.

When he finishes, we retire downstairs to prepare the evening meal.

Over dinner we discuss the milking process and what he wished to achieve.

‘You must use the machine three times a day from now on.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘I am pleased with the increased size of your breasts, we will go to town tomorrow and purchase new bras for you.'

‘Thank You Master.'

‘Think about some new clothes as well, you will need them for the cooler weather that we are getting.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘Jenny, I am prepared to modify the house rules during the winter months. You may dress when I am not present, but be naked in my presence at all times as before. That way you will not become ill.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘I also wish for you to masturbate yourself in my presence on command. This will help stimulate the milk. I want you to use this as a training exercise for yourself as well. At times I will command you to cum quickly, other times I will command you to hold on and wait to cum.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘There may also be times when I command you to orgasm in silence. This will be a real test for you Sub as you are rather loud, but you will obey me or be punished if I feel you do not try.'

‘Yes Master.'

I am looking forward to this. My training is stepping up all the time and I wish to please Master more and more. This will be hard, but I will do my best for him.

‘When you are producing more copious amounts of milk, I will have friends around to share you.'

‘Yes Master.'

I look down at the table. This does not please me, I only want to be touched by Master, but must obey him of course, Deep down I keep the feelings of dread to myself.

‘Something wrong Sub.'

‘No Master.' I answer him slowly.

‘Good, finish up here. I wish to check some things in my office before watching some TV. You will clean up, and kneel at my chair waiting for me.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘Oh, bring the clit chain too, have it in your mouth for me.'

‘Yes Master.'

I wash up and proceed as Master instructed. Collecting the clit chain from the dresser upstairs, I kneel at his chair and wait for him.

The house is warm the cozy rug warms my skin as I wait for Master.

I wait…

After what seems an eternity Master returns to the room. The open fire crackles in the background and Master places his favorite music cd into the player.

I am kneeling as instructed at his chair, the clit chain in my mouth, hands behind my back, legs spread.

He fetches himself a drink and sits in his chair without a word.

My body has recovered from the torture of today. It seems that the more torture I am given, the more I can withstand and my body returns to normal very quickly. I know this pleases Master as he can continue to train me as he wishes knowing that my recovery is swift.

‘Sub. Finger yourself but do not cum, when I feel you are stimulated, I will instruct you to place your fingers in your mouth.'

I obey, reaching down between my legs I feel my moist pussy welcome my fingers inside. I insert two fingers, pushing them lightly in and out, rubbing against my clit while the moisture builds up. Adding a third finger, I use my index finger from my other hand to press on my clit, rubbing it in a circular motion, while plunging the fingers deep inside me.

I begin to curl them up, reaching for my G Spot, groaning loudly with the chain dangling form my mouth.

My eyes are closed tight, I imagine that this is Master and the tension builds even more. I am rubbing hard, my clit is swelling and the sensations are building as I pump my fingers inside me.

‘Withdraw.'

I remove my hands, bring them straight to my mouth and put my fingers inside.

Master reaches down and feels between my legs. I jump as he presses my swollen clit and plunges his fingers deep inside me.

He removes the chain from my mouth as he speaks.

‘Lie on your back, legs up and apart.'

I obey. Laying down in front of him, legs upwards and wide apart.

Master reaches down, rubbing my clit again as the orgasm builds, quickly applying the chain to my swollen sex.

I groan loudly and squirm a little.

‘Still Sub or be punished.'

I am panting, lying there trying to be still, with my legs pointing to the roof, open wide and my clitoris clamped tightly, wanting to explode into orgasm.

Master sits back in his chair and sips his drink as I lay there as still as I can.

My legs begin to rock as they tire under the strain. They have been straight upwards for many minutes, my clit is now swollen and sore under the clamp, and my arms are gripping my hips trying to give relief to the weight that they are holding.

Master has the chain in his hand. He tugs it lightly and I gasp the air in.

‘Bend your knees, keep legs apart and masturbate again. Stop when I tell you.'

I again obey him, bending my knees so that my feet are touching my thighs, I reach around and insert two fingers into my pussy. I am trying hard not to bump the clit clamp, but as I push my fingers in and out he tugs the chain again and my hips buck with it.

My pussy is wet, fingers sloshing in and out as Master tugs the chain time after time while my fingers explore. I am breathing quickly, the orgasm is building, trapped behind the clamp, sending my mind wild with overload.

‘Stop.'

I stop fingering, panting at his feet while he leans forward and unclips the clamp.

‘Cum now.. You have ten seconds.'

My fingers dive inside me. One hand rubs my clit up high as the other fingers inside my pussy hard, the orgasm gushes through me and I writhe on the floor as the juices seep onto the rug. My legs cramp and pull back before dropping to the floor with a thud. I try to catch me breath as I lay there.

‘Stand.'

I struggle to my feet, standing in front of him, panting as if I had just been jogging.

He reaches up and squeezes my breasts. They are tender and feel firm under his touch. He pinches each nipple, pulling and squeezing it hard then rubbing it back into its normal size.

‘We will retire to the bedroom.'

‘Yes Master.'

I follow him up the stairs and to bed. He restrains, and gags me, complete with the night breast harness, tightly binding my breasts up high on my chest and banding my nipples tightly. Lastly he blindfolds me and takes his place in the bed beside me.

He rolls over and cups my breasts, squeezing both of them hard as I lay tightly restrained on my side. His hand moves to my back and arse, pushing me further towards the edge of the bed, his hand presses hard into my arse crack.

I am lying almost on my stomach, twisted from the waist down as Master pushes me over and parts my cheeks.

His fingers feel my pussy and moisten my hole; he positions himself beside me and his cock at my arse entrance. His whole body is lying hard against mine as he grabs my hips and pulls me onto him.

His cock pushes inside me as he pulls my body on top of him, my arms and legs tied tightly, my back arched over him as he plunges his stiff cock deep into my bowels.

His hands reach for my breasts. He grabs them and uses them to lever himself against me, pumping my arse hard as I bite down into the gag in my mouth. Pulling and pinching my tits he pumps me, I am bouncing up and down on his stomach and hips, rams and legs pulling tightly against the cuffs and chains.

He arches his back hard and I feel him explode inside me. My breasts are agonizing as he roughly handles them, rolling me off him and kneeling beside me.

‘Good Sub. You serve me well.'

He moves to my head, removes the gag and pushes his cock into my mouth.

‘Open and Clean'

He lays beside me and sleeps. I struggle in my bounds to get comfortable, My legs are sticky and my arse hurts again but eventually I doze off.

Master stirs. I wake and wait for him to release me.

He releases me and we shower. I again suck him in the shower while he fondles my breasts and nipples under the water. I open my mouth. I can smell my arse smells on him but have no choice but to suck and clean his cock. I lick it from top to bottom, swirling my tongue around the shaft and tip as he moved it in and out. He begins to grunt hard, pushing my head onto his hardness before he comes deep down my throat.

After we have showered, he dresses and we make our way down for breakfast.

Master insisted that I only drank water and warm milk this morning, before attaching me to the milking pump for ten minutes. The milk volume is building slowly. The fluid now resembles actual milk and this is pleasing to Master.

I am naked as usual, Master orders to the dungeon once I have finished breakfast.

He requires me to have the cuffs on my wrists and ankles and to be gagged.

I enter the room apply the equipment as ordered and kneel on the mat waiting for him.

He enters the room and orders me onto the massage bed, on my stomach.

I obey.

He takes my arms and pulls me forward until my breasts hang freely over the front of the bed. He clips my wrists together behind my back, pushing my breasts outwards. He then attaches the milking machine to me, the suction pulling my nipples hard while Master moves behind me and attaches my ankles together also. He then hogties me on the bed, attaching the center rope through the pulley above the bed, pulling it tight so that I am barely making contact with the bed at all.

Master leaves the room for a brief time and returns. He has some items in his hands that I cannot see properly.

He moves behind me, pushing my legs apart and parting my pussy lips. He begins to lick my pussy lips, holding me by the thighs as I squirm under his touch. I can feel something cold drizzling onto my arse and down my crack. His tongue pushes deeper inside me, flicking and licking the walls and warm folds of my pussy. His finger presses my arse and pops inside to the first knuckle. I groan loudly as his face presses harder inside me.

He pulls away.

‘Be quiet Sub. Make a sound and you will be punished.'

I nod, gritting my teeth as he returns to his feast. Pressing hard he slurps and licks before drizzling some more cold liquid onto my arse and licking at it. His tongue finds my arse hole and presses against it. I hold my breath as he licks and searches inside my bowel with his tongue, his fingers pressing inside me, curling up to my g spot and holding there while he explores me.

I try to stay silent, dribbling into the gag I moan quietly as he continues to eat me. His face is hard against my pussy, his teeth nibbling at my clit, fingers now inside my arse, fucking me while he licks my swollen clit and pussy. The orgasm is almost here, I bite hard into the gag, stiffening my legs to signal to him but he continues.

Finally I scream out…

‘Ohhhhh…' I moan loudly into the gag.

He pulls away roughly.

The orgasm hits me and I rock within my restraints.

Master is furious with me. He pulls back and grabs the whip, unleashing on my arse and pussy while I was settling from the orgasm.

The cracks took me by complete surprise as they hit my exposed pussy lips.

I screamed for mercy as he whips me again and again. He continues to mark my arse cheeks, again and again whipping them hard as I rock back and forth, hogtied and unable to escape.

He moves in front of me and disconnects the machine.

He cracks both breasts hard.

I scream loudly and begin to sob. The pain is excruciating.

‘Pleeassse…' I sob at him. My head hangs down, arms and legs pulled tight behind me and my swollen breasts exposed to him.

‘Look at me Sub.'

I strain my head upwards to look at him. I can barely see through my tears.

‘You are weak. You now have two alternatives. Understand.'

I nod.

‘Your first is to allow me to use your pussy without orgasm, and I will release you.'

‘Your second is that should you orgasm, your nipples and clit will be clamped, your holes filled and you will be restrained for the rest of the day.'

I look at him forlornly and Nod.

‘Good..Shall we continue then.'

He moves behind me once again. I am tense now as he moves his head between my legs.

He strokes my arse lightly, gently kneading my cheeks as I relax and the tension eases. His fingers again find my pussy. It is moist and welcoming.

I feel the liquid drizzle again, it lands on my arse hole and slips down to my pussy lips where it drips into my hole. Masters fingers move around, they are gently sliding in and out of me, he kisses my thighs and pussy lips before licking at them again. There are fingers inside my arse, pushing hard as he bites my lips and the walls of my pussy. He licks and slurps me, pushing his tongue deep inside my pussy as I focus on my breathing. More liquid drizzles onto me and his face moves up to my arse. His tongue is firmly pressing and enters my bowel, swirling around while his fingers push hard into my pussy. Again they curl upwards, pressing my G Spot and circling my clit as he fucks me with his tongue. I am rocking with his rhythm as more fingers enter me and pump hard. He is making it hard for me to hang on, I grit my teeth and breath slowly as the tension builds inside me. His face moves away as his fist enters my pussy, pumping hard inside me as I grunt quietly. His other hand has my clit, pinching and rubbing it, forcing me to orgasm as he pumps harder and harder.

Finally I crumble under his touch. I scream out in pain as the orgasm hits me and Master buries his face into my pussy yet again. I can hear his slurps as I hump his face and release my juices onto him.

I am spent. Hanging like a limp rag as Master moves away from me and unties the rope from the pulley above.

He is panting, he lowers me onto the table where I lie motionless. Exhausted and euphoric I lay on the bed as he unclips the cuffs from each other and lays my arms and legs out flat.

‘Rest up Sub. I will be back to punish you shortly.'

He returned with the clamps.

‘Sit up.'

I was reluctant, but obeyed him as always.

He collared me tightly.

He placed one clamp on each nipple, they pinched tightly, causing me to wince and groan. He then ordered me to open my legs wide while he clamped my clit. This too was painful and I squirmed and moaned with the pain.

He then ordered me to stand and bend over while he filled me with dildos in each hole. The chain from my clit was then pulled through between my legs, guided over both dildos and clipped onto the collar. It was tight as I stood up and pulled on my clit when I walked. He then took the chains from each nipple and pulling them upwards he attached it to the collar also. I was in a lot of pain, my arse and pussy were sore from his licking and fingering earlier, and my nipples tender from the milking machine.

He sat me on the floor against the wall. My arms were cuffed to rings on the wall out wide. My legs were spread out and attached to the same rings by ropes. They were then pulled tightly so that I rested on my arse cheeks and nothing else. The chains were tightly pulling on my nipples and clit.

Master bent down in front of me.

‘I am going shopping now. I will purchase clothes for you as you have disappointed me today.

Your second effort was better, but it should have been that way from the start. Think about this while I am gone.'

I nodded as a tear dripped from my eye.

He left the room and went shopping while I waited for his return.

Restrained, clamped and plugged.

I must improve for him. He is my Master.

Restrained, gagged, clamped and plugged in the dungeon, I have plenty of time to think about Master and his requirements.

Arm muscles ache; fingers are numb with the strain. Legs muscles are cramping, toes are cold and painful. Neck is straining under the heavy head hanging loosely. Jaw hurts, teeth ache from being forced open and the gag forced inside. Chest hurts from breathing restriction, bladder cramping, and bowel trying to eject intrusion. My arse is under immense pressure.

My body is tortured, my mind is blurred. I gather my thoughts and wait for his return. I think about my extremities and concentrate on the blood flow to them. I tense and relax each muscle in arms, legs, abdomen and chest as I can. Carefully I tighten and relax my pussy and arse muscles. The sensation drives me wild. I remember my Nursing days and patients who were enduring short-term agony during wound dressing changes, or removal of staples… a good tactic was to recite the alphabet with them.

I begin to chant to myself…'A,B,C,D,E,F,G then H,I,J K,…LMNOP.'

I notice that this takes my mind off the sensations, so I continue as I tighten and relax again.

Nipples are painful, breasts swelling fast, clamps digging their teeth into the raw flesh. I tighten my breast muscles, still reciting the alphabet….'X,Y,Z.'

Clit is numb, pressure is building behind the clamp, but if I stay still I can control it until he returns.

I am pleased with myself, controlling the pain so far; perhaps this method could be applied when Master is using me. I will try it.

I hear the door.

He is home.

He is moving about the house, I can hear him.

He is upstairs.

I am waiting for him, wanting him to release me. It has been hours.

He comes downstairs; I can hear him in the kitchen.

I am breathing quickly, arms, legs, pussy, arse, breasts have all come to life and are paining me. I want to call him, I can't.

He enters to room, stands in front of me and looks at me.

‘I have purchased you some items Sub.'

I nod.

‘I have put them on the bed for you to try on and show me later on this evening.'

I nod again. Eyes are wide as I plead with him to release me.

He leaves the room. I jerk and wriggle in my restraints to alert him to my plight.

The dildo in my arse moves, rubbing against the one in my pussy. This presses on my clit, which makes me jerk again. My breasts bounce up and down, clamps jangling and pulling on the nipples.

My legs are cramping again, pulled upwards and spread wide, almost meeting my wrists at the rings on the wall where they are cuffed.

I can hear him in the kitchen again.

Soon he returns, and I continue to wriggle and moan at him.

‘Silence.'

I stop and am silent, panting hard into the gag. Trying to think of the alphabet but my mind is racing.

He brings the milking machine over to me, unclamps my breasts with a loud squeal from me, and massages them roughly. He connects me to the machine, and the sucking on them sends me into orbit. My pussy is leaking and again I try to recite the alphabet under my breath to take my mind off the sensation, I can't remember it, the feelings that are all over me are too much.

Master leans down and removes the dildo from my pussy. He also removes the one from my arse, giving me some comfort as I rest on my cheeks, still restrained.

He rubs his hand between my legs, I can feel him part my pussy lips, and push the ice inside. I scream out into the gag and jerk around again. Another piece of ice rests against my arse. Again I scream at him but he produces his riding crop and waves it near my face. He cracks it onto his hand.

‘Stop it, or you will get this.'

I moan again. The ice is burning me.

‘Suck it in. You are not getting off on the machine suckling you, so I thought I'd cool you down a bit.'

I am crying, the ice is painfully cold inside my stretched pussy and I am uncomfortable with the pressure of the machine.

The milking continues for about fifteen minutes more as Master removes the ice, rubbing it along my pussy lips and around my arse cheeks as I involuntarily jerk about from the freezing sensation on my tender skin.

He removes the machine, there is about 30mls of milk and he is pleased. My breasts are sore as they hang down, nipples protruding and tender.

Master returns to me, signaling for me to be quiet, he removes the gag, massaging my head and caressing my face as he removes his trousers and underwear. He leans my head back, straining my arms and legs even more as he presents his cock to my mouth.

‘Open.'

I open my mouth and receive him. Slowly and tenderly he probes in and out of my mouth, his manhood growing longer and harder with each stroke. Deep down the back of my throat he slowly enters me, my lips tighten and squeeze as he withdraws before thrusting again. The pace quickens, thrusts are harder and more forceful. He is holding my hair, keeping my head still as he fucks my face without resistance. I close my eyes and enjoy. This is painless and pleasing to both of us.

He withdraws and sits.

Moving close to me, kissing my face gently as his erect cock presses between my legs. His fingers find my pussy and enter. The clit clamp still in place, I moan loudly as he pushes inside me.

He lifts me off the ground with his fingers still inside me; sliding quickly forward he lowers my arse onto his cock in one movement. I gasp and groan again.

‘Ohh, Master…'

He kisses me again, passionately on the lips as he begins to thrust inside me. His kisses are harder, hands on my breasts, kneading, twisting and pinching as he fucks my body.

His mouth finds my nipple, he sucks hard on it, fucking harder and harder, pushing me up and down with his arms under my thighs.

My clit is ready to explode; every nerve is on fire as I pant to him.

‘Please.. Master…Ohh Goodd..'

He is biting on my nipple, grunting with his thrusts, leaning his body back to get maximum penetration, stretching my nipples as he alternated between them, sucking and biting on their tender skin.

His hand finds my pussy and the clit clamp.

He presses it hard and I cry out. Pressing harder and harder as I scream loudly, he explodes inside me, pumping and pumping his seed deep inside my arse while I writhe under his touch on the clit clamp. Milk drips from my breasts onto my stomach.

My head hangs, Master slumps against me, panting in unison as we recover.

He lifts me up, moves back from me, stands and leaves the room.

‘Mmmaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssttteeeeeeeerrrrrr.' I scream behind him.

‘Please….Maasstteerr.' I sob.

There is silence.

I wait, crying, restrained and painfully straining against the wall in the dungeon.

It seems like an eternity before he returns, showered and dressed.

He unties my legs, lowering them gently to the floor before releasing my arms and lifting me onto the massage bed.

‘You have fifteen minutes to recover.

Yes master.' I whimper to him.

I lie on the bed, moving my arms and legs slowly as circulation returns to them. My clit is throbbing hard, I sit myself up, rubbing arms and legs massaging muscles to assist them to recover.

Master returns.

‘Lie down.'

I obey him immediately.

Legs apart, finger yourself quietly.

I part my legs wide and reach two fingers down into my pussy. I bump the clit clamp and gasp, but plunge the fingers inside me quickly.

Master reaches over and releases the clamp; I bite hard, breathing inwardly hard to mask the stinging pain.

‘Cum now, you have 30 seconds, no noise.'

I immediately reach for my clit with my free hand. I rub it gently at first, then harder and harder as my fingers plunge deep inside. One leg raised in the air I massage myself, grunting deeply and as quietly as possible before the orgasm hits. Master holds my leg and watches as my juices squirt from my clit while I continue to work my pussy with my other hand. My toes curling time and time again as each wave hit me, juices squirting like a fountain while Master watched. My back arches with each wave, breathing deeply I strain from making noise as I drift away.

I finish and collapse on the bed.

‘Sub. You are to go and shower immediately. Wait for me in the bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed.‘

‘Yes Master.' I pant quietly, lifting myself up from the bed and stepping onto the floor with wobbly legs and light head.

The shower was hot and soft on my skin. I washed my hair and soaped my body under the hot steamy water. I massaged my breasts, rubbed my pussy and arse and treated my body with oils and creams.

Once showered, I returned to the bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed and waited for Master.

He appeared shortly afterwards and proceeded to open the many bags on the bed.

He had me model everything for him. Bras for everyday wear, soft and lacy in white and neutral colors. Maternity bras with clips on the cups that open in the front. And tight fitting fetish bras, exposing the nipple and pushing the breasts up high, all with matching underwear.

He purchased track pants and jumpers, as well as other items for me to wear about the house and on outings during the cooler months.

There was a long woolen coat fully lined and exquisitely finished off, as well as jeans, skirts and blouses. He also purchased thigh high boots, black with very high heels, jogging shoes and some comfortable pumps.

I paraded all items as he requested. He tested the maternity bras, unclipping the cups and nibbling my nipple, satisfied that he had made the correct choice.

Once we finished, Master moved to the lounge, signaling for me to kneel at his feet.

I obeyed his command, kneeling, head down, legs spread wide, displayed for him.

He read for a while, sipping at his drink, suddenly he rose from his chair and went upstairs. He returned and sat down.

‘Present nipples.'

I obeyed, standing and bending over so my breasts hung freely in front of him.

He banded each nipple tightly, twisting and pulling them to gain maximum length. He then placed the breast harness on. He pulled it tight around the breasts then behind my head, raising my breasts high upwards and crushing them together.

‘Present your clit.'

I spread my legs wide, parting my pussy lips and rubbing my clit to arouse it.

He reached between my legs and placed the clamp tightly on my clit, leaving the chain to dangle between my legs.

The sensation makes me dance on the spot unconsciously.

‘Still'

I try to stand still, but my clit is swelling and throbbing against the clamp and I have to move.

‘On the floor, on your face, arms and legs behind you.'

I obey, laying on the floor, on my already crushed breasts, bending my knees and bringing my arms behind me.

Master quickly hogties me into position, reaching under and pulling my breasts out from under my body as I lie grunting at his feet. He stuffs a cloth into my mouth.

He spins my body around on the floor resting his toes between my legs. His toes begin to explore me, pressing in and out of my pussy lightly while he continues to read. He changes position, swapping from one leg to the other, using different toes to explore the outer regions of my pussy and arse.

I lay at his feet for many minutes, possibly an hour or more. He stands and steps over me, I have no idea where he is going, but the smell of fresh soup and warm bread soon fills the air. Master returns, he removes the gag and spoons a small amount of liquid into my mouth.

The soup is fresh from town this morning and he continues to feed me minute amounts while he eats himself. I am appreciative of the food that he gives me.

‘This is delicious Master.' I grunt between spoons.

‘I am glad you like it Sub.'

He smiles at me.

‘It is a small reward for you.'

‘For me. Thank You Master.'

‘You can thank me shortly Sub.'

I am confused but answer him.' Yes Master.'

He finished his bowl of soup and finishes feeding me.

Spinning me around again he sits on his chair.

‘I have a task for you. I want you to clinch your pussy muscles.'

‘Yes Master.'

I tighten the muscles as hard as I can, rocking on my stomach as my feet and arms strain in their binds.

‘Loosen them and tighten them harder.'

I am grunting as I loosen and tighten.

‘Harder.'

I grunt again as I feel something against my pussy. It is thin and hard and I try to grip it.

‘Grip the spoon and fuck it.'

I tighten and loosen as hard as I can, I can feel the spoon head inside me. I try hard to grip onto the handle as Master coaches me.

‘Harder,.. that's it. Harder.'

He begins to move the spoon, pressing it down in the vicinity of my G Spot as I tighten and loosen hard and fast. The sensation is building.

‘Come on, fuck it hard Sub.'

‘Ohhhhh…' I moan softly.

I close my mouth hard and tighten once more as hard as I can. The orgasm hits and I rock on the floor, arching my back and throwing my head upwards as he pressed the spoon down hard.

‘Open.'

I open my mouth, panting for breath, only to be presented with the spoon to lick.

I lick my juices from it happily as Master smiled and patted my head.

He untied me and we retired to bed. Again I was restrained by arms and legs, the harness and bands stayed on, I was gagged and blindfolded for the night.

I slept well. Tomorrow is another training day.

Day after day I am fed, used and milked.

My breasts now permanently large, bra size has increased two fold. My nipples are rock hard and protruding under the tight bands.

I produce enough milk for the household; Master uses it to drink, cook and feeds it to me in my food also.

Master is also training me to orgasm on command. Some days this happens ten or twelve times, other days only once or twice. He often sets the clocks in the house and I am to orgasm within 30 seconds of the alarm sounding. He orders me to finger myself during meals, in the garden, or anytime during the day when he is at home.

Usually I have had orgasms three or four times just before milking and the urge builds up quickly again.

I am not however permitted to orgasm without his instruction or permission.

My usual daily routine has remained unchanged now for many months. I wake, oblige Master with my body should he need it, shower and suck Master once he has released me from my night binds.

Today is no different. Master stirs, I am already awake and waiting for him. My breasts are hard and

tight, bound in the harness so that they are pressed up high and tightly together in front of me. Master fondles them, pulling and twisting my nipples hard under the tight rubber bands that constrict them at the base. He presses his body close; I can feel his hardness against my back, his breath on my neck as he continues to fondle me.

His hand moves down my body, over my stomach to my pussy he caresses my skin, pressing against my lower back with his cock. He parts my pussy lips and forces his hand between my legs. I can't open them very wide as they are tightly bound together, but he finds my clit and begins to press on it. I moan into my gag, remaining still for him to explore.

The swollen head of my clit is reacting to his touch and the rhythm of his strokes is arousing me. His cock is like a rod against my spine, pushing me over onto my breasts as he presses against me. His hand moves away, now parting my arse cheeks and probing inside me. The motion of his cock is swift; he enters me with a thrust, grabbing my breast with his hand to pull me onto him. He thrusts into me lying on his side, using my breast as a handle, squeezing it hard as he grunted inside my bowels.

He comes quickly, pushing deep inside me, squeezing my breast hard until the last of him is released.

Panting he lays on the bed beside me, stroking my back as I remain on my side, bound by arms and legs to the bed. I want to orgasm but he does not order me, so I have to think of other things to take my mind off the sensations.

He rises and releases me without speaking. We shower and I suck him to hardness again, allowing him to fuck my mouth at his pleasure, swallowing his seed when he released it to me.

He removes the bands on my nipples, roughly fondling them under the warm water to encourage blood flow. Again I am aroused and clam myself, assuming that he will order me to orgasm soon enough.

I remained naked, Master dressed and we descended downstairs.

I present into the dungeon, prepare the milking machine and kneel on the mat in the center of the room and wait for him.

He begins to prepare his breakfast, joining me in a flurry as his food cooks.

‘Quickly on the dildo chair.'

‘Yes Master.'

I move quickly to the chair, lowering my body carefully onto the dildo, gasping as it forces its way inside me. Even with the fucking this morning, the dildo still stretches me and reaches further inside me than Master does.

He restrains my legs out wide, pushing them far apart and securing the legs of the chair so that I am unable to move them. This causes me to sit upright on the dildo as my arms are pulled around the back of the chair and cuffed tight. My torso is effectively rigid, unable to move legs or arms and my arse impaled meant that I could barely move.

He hooked up the milking machine, my breasts jutting out from my chest, looking enormous as he pulled them into position.

The sensation of the machine always stimulated me. My clit would throb with the sucking sensations on my nipples, and this time was no exception. I tried to relieve myself by moving on the chair, but it was no use, I could only move millimeters and could apply no pressure on my clit at all.

Concentrating during these times was hard for me, I was not gagged, so any noises would be clearly heard by Master, and this would not please him.

After about 30 minutes, master returned to the room and checked the machine.

‘Good. Milking is over.'

‘Yes Master.' I answered him with a smile.

‘I am going to work for a few hours, you will remain on the chair.'

He left the room and returned with a glass of my milk in one hand and the inflatable dildo in the other.

‘Drink.'

I sipped from the glass as he tipped it to my mouth, staring at him in amazement; he had not punished me this way for many weeks and I thought I would be released.

‘Do I need to gag you?'

‘N..no Ma..aster.' I answered slowly, head downcast.

‘Good, we are entertaining this evening and I want you ready. Do not cum for the rest of the day Sub, you are to be horny for me tonight.'

‘Yes Master.'

He lifted my body slightly up on the chair and slid the dildo inside my pussy. It was well lubricated and after two pumps it was filled completely. He pressed my shoulders down hard, forcing both dildos deep inside me and me to gasp quietly.

He left the room, leaving me plugged and impaled on the chair; legs stretched wide, clit swollen and tense and breasts tingling still from the milking.

I tried to move, lifting my arse slightly only succeeded in shifting the dildos and increasing tension on my body. I tried to clench my vaginal muscles, but with my pussy full and legs stretched wide apart it was impossible to make any impact.

I must have dozed in the chair, waking with a start when the door banged shut. Master was home.

He came straight to the dungeon, finding me exactly as he left me, tired and cramped.

‘Good Sub.' He slid his fingers under my pussy.

‘No moisture at all, well done.'

‘Thank You Mas..Aghhhhh.'

He deflated and pulled the dildo out and pushed his fingers inside me hard and fast. Pumping them in and out of me, bumping me up and down on the remaining dildo as my juices flowed fast.

His fingers sloshed in and out of me. I bit my lip hard, controlling the overwhelming urge that was building inside me.

He withdrew his fingers and stepped back as I sat there, shuddering and panting, still jerking slightly on the chair.

He undid my restraints and helped me off the chair.

‘Sit on the bed its time to milk again.'

I obeyed him, moving gingerly to the massage bed as he attached the milking machine.

My clit was on fire, pussy juices leaking from me as the suction motion continued to drive my mind wild.

Once milking was finished Master sent me upstairs to shower, prepare my body and rest for our guests.

They would be here at 8 sharp for dinner. Just in time for my night milking.

Time passed quickly.

Master returned to the bedroom and woke me.

“Sub, Time to wake up and prepare yourself.'

Our Guests are arriving.

Continued.

Master has woken me from my rest.

We are preparing for guests. Six of his Friends are joining us for Dinner tonight.

Sub.. Go to the Bathroom, relieve yourself and return to me.'

‘Yes Master'

I scurried to the bathroom and relieved myself as instructed. I returned and stood in silence while he gave me instructions.

‘I want you in your shelf bra and matching thong. I want you in high boots, hair up.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘Present for collaring.'

I stood still as Master attached the wide leather collar. This one had many rings attached to it and prevented me from moving my head up and down.

‘Present Nipples.'

I bent over so that my breasts hang free from my chest. He placed two tight bands on each nipple, pulling and pinching them into an erect state.

‘Present Clit.'

I bent over placing my hands on the bed. Master leant down and attached the clamp on my clitoris. He tightened it as I sucked in a breath and tugged lightly on the chain to ensure it was secure.

My clit twinged under the clamp, I have not cum all day and as I am usually commanded to orgasm many times, this is frustrating me.

He pulled the chain upwards and attached it to my collar at the front.

‘Present wrists.'

I held both wrists up for him to attach the leather cuffs.

‘I want you to wear your new coat downstairs and disrobe when I instruct you.'

‘Yes Master,'

‘You are not to converse with the guests tonight, you are merely to serve them and be used.'

‘Yes Master.'

I dress as instructed, the shelf bra squeezing my breasts tightly together, pressuring the bands and my swollen nipples. Master does it up tightly, and then I slip into the beautiful lace thong, guiding it around the clit chain, the satin material resting against my clit gently.

The black heels force hips forward, tighten arse cheeks and arch back, accentuate breasts and holds head high with an air of sexiness.

Master is with guests. They smile and gesture with approval as I enter the room.

I stand beside Master, smiles at me and continue to chat with the Men.

‘Lets move to the dining room shall we?' Master announced to the guests.

‘Sub, disrobe and serve drinks please.'

‘Yes Master.'

I removed the coat and hung it on the coat rack. Some of the women murmured as they took in my outfit. The men were all smiling.

I took a tray and offer drinks to the guests. Men and Women of similar age and similar interests gathered for an evening's entertainment.

As I move from guest to guest, they are free to touch me, but not converse with me. The men touch my breasts, mostly touching my engorged nipples, giving them a tweak or a pinch. The women touch my clothing mostly, the soft sexy material and the deep plum color contrasting with the shiny black boots, reaching to my thighs. They pull at the thong back, pressing it against the clit clamp as I bend over to serve them.

One man ran his hand between my legs, pressing his thumb hard against the material of my thong as I stood beside him, serving his wife.

Master and his guests ate and drank while I served them for the meal. Hours of groping and touching were sending me into a frenzy and I was hurrying too and fro to ease the pressure.

Master signaled to me to stand beside him.

‘I see that you all have noticed my sub's breasts. I have been training her to produce milk and am proud to say that we have succeeded.'

The guests clapped and laughed.

‘I would like you all to taste her milk, she will move from chair to chair, feel free to suckle on her but don't be too greedy, I have to milk her later for you and that will be a real treat.'

He reached up and pulled my nipples out of the top of the flimsy bra. He pulled each nipple out tight and slipped the band off, rolling it in his fingers to stimulate it.

‘The chain is attached to her clit clamp, feel free to pull it if the flow is slowing, Sub will not cum without permission so she will produce plenty.'

He stood and clipped my wrists to the collar at the back of my neck. This pushed my breasts out for easier access.

I turned to the first Man, aged about fifty he opened his mouth wide and took my nipple inside. He sucked hard and I felt the milk squirt into his mouth. He recoiled with shock at the taste.

‘Mmm its not too bad..'

I then moved to his wife. She rolled the nipple and sucked it, licking at it with her tongue at the same time. This sensation went straight to my clit and I had to clench my teeth hard.

The next man pulled on the chain as he sucked hard. My clit was swollen and hard and as he tugged on it I raised up onto my toes, he sucked my nipple like a lollipop, slurping and making disgusting noises as I stood gasping from the pain and the urge to cum.

His wife was also brutal. She took my nipple, bit on it with her teeth and then sucked hard. The pain again referred to my clit, which was beginning to pulsate hard.

The next Man was younger. He licked the edges of my nipples before pulling on the chain gently. Taking my nipple into his mouth he jerked the chain a few times, the intensity almost sending me over the edge. The harder he sucked, the faster he jiggled the chain. When he was finished I was panting and his Wife helped herself. She fondled one breast whilst sucking the other one, pinching the nipple so some milk oozed onto her fingers.

Master was next; he too suckled gently, slipping his fingers under my thong and into my pussy. It was wet and throbbing. He slid them in and out of me for a few seconds until I began to gasp for breath then pressed on the clit and removed his hand. He finished suckling me and tucked my nipples away.

‘Go to the dungeon, stand on the mat and wait for us.'

It was hard for me to walk due to the swelling of my Clit. I moved to the dungeon, my arms tightly restrained behind my head, stood on the mat and waited.

Master entered along with the six guests, all naked.

He gagged me with a cloth and tight scarf gag, removed my thong and guided me to the dildo chair.

He turned me around, removed my bra and began to ease me onto the chair.

‘Sit Sub.'

I sat down under his guidance, grimacing as the dildo entered me.

Most of the men had erections while they watched Master.

He moved me about on the chair, spreading my legs wide, still with the black boots on, strapping them tightly.

He moved away and assisted one of the couples prepare some equipment for their own use. He strapped the woman to the horse, while her Dom took some of his toys out and began to use them on her. They had strapped her on facing me and I noticed another couple making use of the massage bed, also facing my direction.

Master moved the milking machine into position. He attached the suction cups and began the machine. The first squirts of milk brought gasps from the guests, the remaining man and woman moved closer to me so that they could see my milking in progress.

Master then invited the man to finger my pussy.

The stranger knelt in front of me and eased two fingers inside me. I moaned and closed my eyes as he explored my wetness. His wife was stroking my breasts, holding each one as the milk was extracted, the combination of the two of them was increasing my desire to cum. The clamp on my clit was tight and the Man was bumping it as the thrust harder and harder inside me.

The woman moved one hand to my pussy area and began to explore. She pressed my clit, teasing it around the clamp as I squirmed on the chair.

They retreated, turning their attention to each other as he ordered her to kneel and suck him where they stood.

The other couples were also at various stages of fingering and fucking each other.

Master moved closer to me, he had the vibrator in his hand, he reached down and removed the clit clamp, thrusting the vibrator immediately between my legs as I screamed with the pain.

‘Cum Sub… now.'

Screaming and moaning into my gag the waves exploded over me, I rose up on the chair, slamming down on the dildo as my pussy juices flowed and soaked the chair. The milking continued, pulsing against each nipple as orgasm after orgasm hit me.

I was spent when Master removed the milking machine. My head hung and my breathing was slowly returning to normal. The other couples were all fucking, women panting and men grunting as orgasms hit them also.

Master moved to me, removed my restraints as well as my boots and assisted me from the chair. He released my arms, and walked me across the room. He moved a chair and two rings were visible on the floor.

‘Bend at the waist.'

Taking my wrist cuffs, he bent me over and clipped them to chains attached to the rings.

He then passed a thick elasticized harness under my stomach and clipped it to the rings hanging from the roof. He pulled the ropes tight so that my toes were barely touching the ground, and my arms were stretched tight.

He placed a chair near my head and invited one of the men to sit on it.

He obliged and I could only focus on his cock in front of my eyes. The man removed my gag while Master cuffed my legs to the spreader bar and pulled it out wide.

He then invited the other men to fuck my holes, the women to lick me or suckle my breasts and ordered me to obey.

The man on the chair pushed his cock deep into my throat. There were fingers inside my pussy and a cock entered my arse with a thrust. My nipples were pulled and tugged as the guests feasted on me.

One by one each man fucked my every hole, the women fingered and licked my pussy and arse as well as my nipples and breasts.

I was exhausted, but complied with their requests obediently, sucking and swallowing as they desired, not coming myself as instructed by Master.

The all stopped for a rest and Master was asked if I had ever licked a pussy.

I shook my head in horror, this was something we had never discussed and I was not keen.

Master agreed that I was to obey and lick if ordered. I tired to plead with him through my eyes but he ignored me.

The men asked Master to lower me to the floor. Once in position and tightly restrained, one man entered my pussy from underneath, pumping slowly before another was inside my arse. I moaned loudly, the stretching sensation of the two cocks inside me was enormous and I thought I was going to split in half.

Suddenly there was a woman sitting on the chair and my face was guided to her pussy. I was very apprehensive and held my breath for a long time before my head was pushed hard against the lips and I began to explore with my tongue.

Before long the pussy was thrusting against me and the woman was moaning loudly. I licked and sucked her lips and juices until she flooded onto me with a shudder. As she did this, the cocks pumped harder and harder and came together also. They had all filled me with their juices and were panting, sprawled on the floor around me.

Another woman was at my pussy, licking and cleaning me out, I could hear her Master instructing her to lick every drop from me. The feeling was wonderful and before I knew what I was doing, my hips were thrusting into her. The sensation was building, she was licking and nibbling at my clit and I was writhing to get away before the orgasm came.

‘Oh..oh..Master..' I panted.

There was silence.

‘Pp…Maamm…please..stoppp.. I.. can't…. cuuummm….pleeeease….'

Again silence and I clenched my teeth together hard as the waves continued to build.

‘Mmasstteerr…' I called loudly..

‘Mm make hhherr stopp…'

Aghhhhh…Ohh.. Ohhh… Ooooohhhhh…

It hit me, I rocked and bucked against her as she held me tightly, her face buried deep inside my arse crack, licking and slurping my juices as they cascaded out.

I was in trouble. I knew it.

There was silence as the couples left the room.

I lay there, bound, sore, used and violated, waiting for Master to return.

Master and the Guests had left me, hanging in the air, restrained to the floor by my arms and legs, pulled upwards by an elastic sling under my waist. I could hear them talking, chatting amongst themselves as I waited.

My head was heavy, arse and pussy sore and my mouth tasted sour from the cum of the women and men.

One of the women returned to the room.

‘Your Master has sent me to offer you two choices.'

I was listening.

‘The first choice is to remain where you are till morning.'

I frowned, it was uncomfortable and my breasts were beginning to swell again for the next milking.

‘The second choice is to perform in here for all the Masters as they wish, allowing them to punish you should it please them.'

I was silent.

‘I have to tell you though, should you not satisfy one of the Masters, we will all be punished severely, so you will be responsible for all of us.

‘I will take the second choice.' I told her.

She released my arms and legs, helping me from the elastic sling. I stood for a few seconds to gather my balance before she spoke again.

‘Go and relieve yourself, this will be a long night.'

I obeyed her immediately, relieving myself and freshening up in the downstairs bathroom.

When I returned to the dungeon, Master and the other couples were in there. I stood on the mat and waited for his instructions.

He called one of the men over.

‘Suck him.'

I obliged and took his cock in my mouth. It was short and thick and felt warm, even slimy as he thrust it in and out of my mouth. It didn't take long for him to cum and Master stepped forward. He placed the gag in my mouth and secured it tight.

My arms were cuffed in front of me and Master pulled me across the room to the new custom-made wooden frame in one corner. This had only been in the dungeon for two days; Master had it designed for my measurements, with many adjustments that could be made to it.

He uncuffed my arms, pushed me against the frame and attached me to it. Arms pulled up and outwards, restrained tightly to the wooden beam above my head.

‘Spread your legs.'

I obeyed, placing my feet as far apart as I could, He cuffed each ankle and attached them to the frame, the right leg first, then pulling them wide apart he attached the left one. My feet were effectively off the ground, stretched wider than ever before.

Walking behind the beam, he wrapped a thick leather belt around my waist and pulled it tight. I could barely breathe after he fastened it up, squeezing my waist tightly and tightly to the wooden beam behind me.

He then secured my head with another strap, immobilizing it and preventing my eyes from watching him.

He moved to the front of the beam and looked at me.

‘I am not pleased. You did not control yourself earlier, you came when a woman was eating your pussy without permission.'

I was visibly trembling. I knew he was angry and was going to show me up in front of his guests.

‘You will be punished.'

I gestured with my eyes that I understood.

He moved about in the dungeon before returning to me. Pulling and pinching my nipples hard, he clamped them tightly, heavy weights pulling hard on the clips as they ate into my nipple flesh. My breasts were swelling with milk and the pressure of the clamps made them swell even more.

He then knelt in front of me, I could feel his hands on my inner thighs, then at my pussy as he parted the lips and clamped them. I flinched, biting hard into the gag, not making a sound. He clamped the right one, wrapped a chain around my legs and then clamped the left one. He adjusted the chain so that my pussy lips were pulled wide open and tight.

I was grunting quietly behind the gag. I thought that I would faint at any minute, the pain was excruciating. But Master continued.

He fingered my pussy roughly, it moistened up almost instantly and I could sense the sloshing of his fingers inside me. Harder he pumped with more and more fingers until he was fisting me hard. I held tight, clenching my toes and fingers as he stretched me wide open, gesturing to one of the men to join him.

The man stepped forward and took over from Master. Slow rhythmic movements with his whole fist in and out of me as Master moved behind me and lubed my arse.

There was no respite from the pain and sensations that cursed through me.

Master fingered my arse, stretching it with his fingers as he twisted and pushed deeper and deeper with his fingers, slowly he pumped them in and out, spreading his fingers wider inside my arse.

The butt plug was cold, Master pressed it against my opening as the Man continued his fisting of me and pushed it inside.

I screamed a muffled sound of agony as it entered me. I have no idea what size it was, but it felt larger than anything I have experienced before.

Master moved it around inside me, the man still fisting me, pressing on the clamps at my pussy lips and making my breasts bounce with the weights attached.

They both stood in front of me.

Master took the single tail whip from the wall and swished it in the air.

I tried to plead with him, but remembering that I was responsible for all the Subs in the room, I held my breath.

The first crack landed on the top of my pussy opening. I lurched in the frame and shuddered as the second lash struck my bulging clit. I could not breathe or make a sound, it was agony.

My mind began to blur and the third, fourth and fifth cracks landed inside my pussy lips and I began to fade. Six, seven eight, nine and ten also hit their makes, my clit, pussy entrance, lips and walls were all whipped hard.

The sensation was intense. I snapped back to reality fast when the ice entered me. Master was unclamping my lips, pulling them tight over the ice and clamping them shut.

I was screaming, snorting and writhing in my restraints as he stepped away from me.

My senses were all over the place, the room began to spin and I thought I was going to be ill.

Behind me, another man began to whip my arse.

Crack after crack after crack landed on my cheeks.

No pause, no chance to catch my breath as he whipped my legs, backside, hips and thighs.

Again the agony was intense. My whole lower body was numbing under the pain and my breasts were about to burst.

This went on for what seemed to be hours. Whipped behind, the ice melting inside my closed pussy, dripping from the gaps to escape. Occasionally Master would touch me in front, pulling on a nipple or pressing in my pussy, all to change my focus as I was whipped.

I was crying

Master stood in front of me again. He looked into my eyes and spoke.

‘I am going to remove the gag, do not make a sound.'

I gestured with my eyes that I would obey him and the gag was removed.

I inhaled some short deep breaths as much as I could.

He presented a glass to my lips and I drank. The water was cool and soothing.

‘It is time for milking again. You will serve us your milk for supper.'

‘Yes Master.' I whispered.

He reached down and unclamped my nipples. He rubbed and twisted them hard as I inhaled sharply. They were red, swelled quickly and as he squeezed them fluid began to appear.

Master stretched and squeezed my nipple, a stream of milk spurted out and he smiled.

‘OK everyone, move closer, its supper-time.'

The guests all moved close to me, Master leant down and sucked hard on my nipple, swallowing the small amount of milk in his mouth. The men then followed, all sucking hard on each nipple, alternating left and right as they tasted my breast juices. The women were last, they too sucked hard and the milk squirted into their mouths.

‘Subs, you will also feed from here as well.' Master leant down and unclipped one clamp from my pussy. The first sub put her mouth to my lips and sucked the water as it ran from inside me. Master then removed the other clamp and a block of ice fell free. She moved away and the next sub moved in. She too retrieved a block of ice, licking inside me and catching it with her tongue. The last Sub had to press hard against me to gather the last block of ice. She licked and slurped around my pussy, but I clenched my muscles tight and did not respond.

Master then squeezed some more milk into a glass and fed it to me.

He then clamped my nipples again and removed the butt plug from my arse.

‘Men, feel free to fuck her as you wish. I will have use for her later on tonight so do cum inside her and do not make her cum please.'

The men moved close to me, touching and fingering me as the first one pushed his cock inside me.

He fucked me hard from behind as another fingered my pussy and pulled on the weights hanging from my breasts.

They swapped positions, one fucking my pussy while another licked and fingered my arse and vice versa. They all used me many times over. I managed to remain controlled; I drifted off again as the sensations built inside me. The women stood back and watched as their Masters fucked me hard.

Juices drizzled down my legs when the men finished.

They all returned to their subs and after licking their Masters cocks clean, they licked my inner legs clean of my juice. Three of them clambering at my feet, licking me and cleaning me off to please their Masters.

My master returned and the men released me. They lay me on the massage bed, covering me with a blanket and leaving me there while they returned to the lounge. The clamps were removed from my nipples and they were again smarting from the return of blood flow.

‘Feel free to join us when you are recovered Sub. I expect that should take you no longer than 30 minutes.'

‘Yes Master.'

I lay on the bed, moving my arms and legs, fingers and toes. Touching my pussy lips to feel the swelling, touching my cheeks and thighs to feel the welts. I lightly rubbed my nipples, soothing the raw skin and bruised areas.

Returning to the lounge I found the Subs kneeling in front of their Masters, all sucking their cocks while the men chatted.

I noticed that each Sub was kneeling over her Master's foot fucking it as well.

Master gestured to me to sit at his feet. I obeyed, gingerly lowering myself to the floor, leaning against his leg as he stroked my hair.

One by one the Men came, each grunting and shuddering as they unloaded into their Subs mouths and thrust their foot deep inside their sub.

The women did not make a sound, each fucking the feet and moving away only when signaled by her Master.

Finally they began to leave; one by one the couples dressed and thanked us for a wonderful evening. The men kissed my cheek and stroked my nipples as they left the house, the women waved and left without a word.

Master returned to the kitchen and finished tidying up. I returned items to their right places in the lunge and dining rooms before Master led me upstairs.

‘We will shower before retiring.'

‘Yes Master.'

I wanted so badly for him to ask me how I felt, tell me that I did well, give me some form of affection, but instead he undressed and I showered him.

His cock was hard as soon as we entered the shower. He roughly pushed my head down onto it and I took it deep into my mouth.

He fucked me hard, pounding against the back of my throat time and time again before exploding into me. I fought the gag reflex hard so that he would not be disappointed again with me, and was relieved when he finished.

My pussy was very sore, my cheeks stung under the water and my nipples were also tender as Master rubbed them under the warm water.

Master also mixed up a bowl of salt-water and had me lay on the floor of the shower recess. I had to lean back on my elbows, open my legs wide and point my pussy upwards to him. He poured the salt-water mixture inside me, filling my pussy and allowing the water to overflow. The effect was soothing, almost numbing the tender skin where I had been whipped. I lay there for about 2 minutes before he stood me up and rinsed me.

He helped me out of the shower and I dried us both off.

He placed the breast harness on me as well as two bands on each nipple. They were tight and my breasts were crushed together in the harness.

‘Sub, on the bed, on your back.'

I obeyed him immediately, gliding onto the bed and positioning myself for him.

He climbed up and knelt between my legs.

‘Present your arms.'

I held my arms up to him and he cuffed each wrist tightly.

‘Lift your legs up.'

I obeyed him again, lifting each leg up so that my ankles were in front of his face.

He cuffed my ankles also tightly with the leather cuffs.

Pushing my right leg up, he clipped the cuffs from my ankle to my wrist and repeated with my left leg and ankle.

He pushed them upwards, my legs almost reaching over my head as his face lowered to my pussy. Gently he kissed my bruised lips, licking and kissing each side and slowly pushing his tongue deeper inside me.

He leaned over and clipped my cuffs to the rope hanging from the frame at the top of the bed and pulled it tight.

‘Remain still.'

‘Yes Master.'

His head returned to my moist and swollen sex. Gently he caressed it, moistening the outer lips with my juices and his own saliva as his fingers found their way to the edges of my vagina walls. Slowly and gently he entered me, one finger then two, slowly and gently, kissing and licking my clit as he stimulated me. My juices were building, my hungry clit responding to him.

My arse also received attention. Lowering his head close he licked and rimmed my bud, pressing firmer with each stroke, still working on my pussy as my senses returned and my pleasures rose.

Each touch firmer, each lick harder, each thrust faster as he built me up.

I began to buck my hips, my breathing was fast, the orgasm was coming and I needed it. I was apprehensive and fought with myself before my sexual urges took over.

Master was fingering me in both holes, my sex juices were pouring out of me and responding to him.

‘You are to cum when I bring you to orgasm. Don't rush it.'

‘Yes..uh, uh, Maasteerr.. uh, uh..'

I was building up fast, he buried his face into my pussy and thrust his tongue inside me. Again and again he dived into me before taking my clit in his mouth and sucking it.

Aggghhhhhhh… Ahhh.. Uhh.. Uhhh….That was it.!! I exploded into his face. Bucking hard into him as the waves hit me. Master took it all, his face in my pussy and then my arse as the orgasms hit one after the other. I strained against the rope, my head off the pillow as I convulsed to him.

He knelt up on the bed and pushed his cock against my arse. It entered easily and he fucked me, leaning over and caressing my breasts, pulling my nipples gently as he built up his rhythm.

Another orgasm built and hit me, the muscles clenching tight around his cock as he pinched and thrust hard and into me. Faster he fucked and again I orgasmed, screaming out loudly as he purged me.

He was panting loudly, pumping fast, fucking hard, and finally screaming out too in ecstasy as he came inside me.

We lay there. In silence until Master moved.

He untied me, positioned me and fastened my arms to the head of the bed. He gagged me and placed the night mask over my eyes before restraining my legs.

My left leg was restrained to the pole at the foot of the bed, the right one was restrained upwards to the top rail of the bed.

I tried to protest but thought better of it. Master had his reasons and I had to accept them.

I was uncomfortable as Master covered me and retired to his side of the bed.

I was exhausted and lay there in silence, thinking about the night. I had eaten pussy for the first time, it wasn't so bad I thought to myself as Master stirred in his sleep.

My pussy was whipped and I didn't like that, I will have to work harder and not upset him. I must act as his sub, not a slut but my clit is so responsive, it just loves any stimulation at all.

I felt a twinge between my legs.

Time to sleep I told myself…

The spring weather was beginning to appear. Cold mornings developed into warm, clear afternoons, pleasant evenings and cool nights. The trees were flowering, and all around the garden there were the sensual smells of nature at work.

We decided to renovate the garden and make some alterations to the outside area of the house.

Master had drawn up a plan and we chose the shrubs and plants for the garden beds.

The pool decking was going to change; the area would be paved with large uneven sandstone blocks. Small gauge gravel would fill the cracks between the pavers, right to the pool edge where a tropical garden would lead past the water fountain into the pool.

During the weekend, we chose the paver stones and gravel. The natural colors suited the design perfectly, palm trees and other tropical species topped the list, leading on to native plants for the perimeter planter boxes, complete with Bird Feeders and Baths.

The BBQ area was going to be new. Leading from the rear of the house, slate flooring would extend from the French doors out to the newly enclosed patio. The room, timber walls to 4 feet high then completed by fly-wire to the roof. This enclosure was open enough to consider outdoors, yet enclosed to prevent unwanted intruders of the Native Insect variety.

The BBQ was to be built into place, suitable for use all year, a slow combustion heater was also included in the plan, along with a large chunky square wooden table and matching chairs for 12.

The idea was to create more privacy, more peaceful surroundings and more places to play.!!

We had the first plans drawn to scale by the local Draftsman. He came and visited a few times while Master was home but today he came whilst I was alone. He had the final Plans to discuss with us.

I quickly skipped upstairs to dress. The morning sun was inviting and I was tending to the house naked while Master was at work.

Returning to the door wearing blue jeans and white t-shirt I was greeted by the attractive young man and his plans.

‘Please come in. My Husband is not home, would you care for a drink?'

‘Yes, that would be great.. Thank You.'

We made small talk over our coffee and the plans. They were looking wonderful, he made a point of explaining the ‘theme' for each section of garden, leaning close to me as he gestured across the map.

My nipples were erect. Master had removed the rubber bands from them before leaving for work this morning and as I was almost ready for my lunch-time milking, they were swollen.

He was staring at them.

He began to ask me questions about certain structures that Master had requested for the garden. There were three tall wooden poles to be placed in the far corner of the garden under the existing tall trees. There was a cement table to be positioned in another area, and a cage like structure to be built into the garden on the opposite side of the pool to the Patio.

I didn't know what to say to him. I shrugged the questions off as plans that my ‘Husband' had for the garden, perhaps something to do with his study of plants and insects.

He was staring at my nipples intensely and I was becoming aroused.

I wondered if he was sent as a test for me. It was milking time, and he appeared in no hurry to leave.

I offered him lunch, a sandwich perhaps. He blushed hard and asked permission to be frank with me.

‘I am very attracted to you. Can I kiss you please?'

I was taken back by his request, but my aroused state urged me to say yes… and I said ‘Yes.'

He took my head in his hands and pressed his face to mine. Our lips met softly and slowly, his tongue gently easing into my mouth as I melted into his embrace.

He pressed the back of my head into his kiss as the intensity grew. Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me onto the bench in the kitchen and lay me down, pressing between my legs as his hands began to explore me.

My t-shirt offered little resistance; he tore it off me in one movement. My breasts fell free and he engulfed them with his mouth as I pulled his shirt free and off his body.

He sat me up, holding me tight, kissing me with such passion while removing my jeans and his trousers in a flurry.

I was gone; my mind a fog, the passion was so intense that I was lost.

Again he laid me on the bench, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he entered me and thrust his manhood into me.

Holding him tight and close I kissed him hard, he rode me on that bench top like I was a virgin from the Prom. I fucked him like he was my first, and together we came with hard grunting thrusts, holding tightly to each other until the waves ceased, the juices drained and our senses returned.

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The tire crunching on the driveway signaled Masters return. He opened the door and smiled, rushing across the room with his hand outstretched for our visitor.

‘Hi there, good to see you again.'

‘You too Steve.'

‘So these are the finished plans then?'

‘Yes they are. Do you like them.'

Master looked over the plans, I poured a cool drink for the three of us as he studied them.

‘Yes, these are great. I like them very much, very much indeed.'

He was smiling.

‘Oh, did you two meet? Sorry, this is my… errr, Wife, Jenny.'

‘Oh yes, we met just before you arrived home.' He grinned into his drink.

‘We are ready to start tomorrow if you would like us to, we should be finished in a week or so.'

‘Great, tomorrow sounds great.'

I was standing there in silence, having just enough time to rush upstairs, sponge the sex from me and tidy my clothes before Master arrived home. My guest had also returned to some formal stage of dress before Master entered the room so our secret was safe.

Or was it???

My mind was abuzz, two weeks of men, dirty, strong, sexy, muscle-bound men. It would be heaven.

Or would it??

He left the house soon afterwards, Master seeing him to the front door, returning to ponder the plans as his car drove away.

‘So Sub, what do you think of the plans.'

‘They are wonderful Master.'

He looked around and looked at me hard. His expression changed as his eyes moved down my body. I didn't guess what the problem was.

‘Sub.. present yourself in the manner that I require immediately.'

I gasped and blushed hard, realizing that I was still dressed. I removed my t-shirt and jeans quickly, standing in front of him. He pinched and twisted each nipple, still frowning.

‘You haven't milked?'

‘No Master, I am sorry Master, I couldn't because the visitor was here.'

‘Hmmm….Go and prepare to milk now, I will be there to inspect you.'

I turned and ran into the dungeon. I was panting when I got there, I was sure that he knew something had happened.

Once the machine was prepared I stood on the mat and waited for him.

I didn't hear him behind me, his arm around my shoulders and fingers in my pussy took me off guard and I screamed with fright.

‘What's going on here?'

‘Umm, Nnnothing Master..?'

‘Your pussy is juicy, and your nipples pink, you have ten seconds to tell me what went on here before I returned home.'

He was squeezing his arm around my neck, fingers firmly inside my pussy, sloshing in the juices that remained inside me.

‘ Errr.. Wwee.. ffucked.. Mmmaster.'

‘You WHAT?'

He pushed me away from him, I stumbled and fell onto the cold floor. Crying hard, I tried to look at him but couldn't bring myself.

‘Master… I whimpered…'sniff' I am sorry,..'sniff' I thought it was a test for me…'

~Silence.~

I sat on the floor crying as he walked around the room.

‘I am so sorry…'sniff'.

He left the room and returned, I still didn't dare glance at him.

~Silence.~

‘Stand.'

I gathered myself and stood up. He was behind me and the tight blindfold prevented me from looking at his eyes for many hours.

He took my arm and roughly pushed me towards the dildo chair.

I was collared firmly. My arms were cuffed behind me them pulled up my back and attached to the collar by a chain. My wrists reached between my shoulder blades and the tension was very tight on the chain, so I had to hold them up there or choke myself.

A piece of wooden dowel was then threaded under my armpit, across my back and through the other armpit. This was pushed up high, pulling my wrists higher, pushing my elbows upwards and breasts out in front. A rope was attached to each end of the dowel.

Master then bent me over at the waist. He lubed up both my holes and pushed something inside each one. I had no idea what it was, there were small pieces being pushed high inside my bowels and pussy and a warm feeling began to rise inside me. He plugged my pussy with a large soft rubber dildo.

Turning me around, he lowered my arse onto the chair. The dildo slid inside easily, the warm sensation inside my bowels and pussy was increasing and the dildos rubbed against each other as I sat down.

My arm shackles were then pulled tight, the ropes tied off above my head and pulled taut.

He lifted my legs into the foot-holds on the chair and cuffed them tightly in place. He pushed them open as wide as they would go and secured them.

My arse was beginning to burn.

He pulled the rope above my head tight, raising my arse slightly on the dildo, securing it so that even more pressure was on my arms.

I hadn't made a sound. I was biting my lip, I could taste my own blood inside my mouth as I bit down hard.

Master hooked up the milking machine and milked me.

I was uncomfortable and my pussy and arse were on fire. I was wriggling around trying to find relief, perspiration forming on my forehead as I tried to work out what was happening to me.

Silence was no longer an option.

I was groaning loudly, panting for breath as the fire continued to build inside me.

‘Master…please…Master..' I begged him.

~Silence.~

‘Please gag me Master…please…'

~Silence.~

The milking sensation created more juices in my pussy and this seemed to add to the fire. I was jiggling up and down on the dildo, almost bouncing to try to relieve the painful heat inside me.

He moved over and unhooked the machine.

I didn't notice the riding crop until it was too late.

‘Crack.'

He hit my right nipple hard, right on the top of the nipple, catching a drop of milk residue and splattering it onto my chest.

I screamed.

‘Crack…Crack…Crack…'

‘Aggghhhhh…'

Crack.. Crack…. Crack…. Crack….'

I screamed and he whipped my breasts over and over until I drifted away.

‘Ahhhh…. Cold…. Owww….'

I woke up with a jump. There were two ice packs taped tightly to my breasts. Master ripped the tape from them and put them aside.

‘Crack…Crack…Crack…'

Again I screamed, loud, deep, agonizing screams as he whipped my body. My Nipples, breasts, stomach, thighs, he whipped them hard, and then froze the spot with ice before whipping it again and moving on to the next area.

He whipped my toes hard. I could not escape the torture as he cracked each toe hard and then iced it before cracking it again and again.

I was hoarse. My cries were rasps of air combined with spit when he finished with me.

I was spent, tortured and terrified.

My arse and pussy were numb, they felt swollen, still hot, each area felt raw.

There was no blood.

~Silence.~

Master left the room, left me there for a long time before returning to inspect me.

‘I want you to listen to what I have to say to you. It is important that you understand what I am saying because today changed our situation forever.'

I nodded.

‘You betrayed me today. You showed your true self. You are weak, you have no self restraint, you have no respect for me and my home, you displayed your primal animal weakness and your lack of feeling for me.'

I was listening to him, crying, sobbing, and wishing that I could take the day back for all that I was worth.

‘You asked if it was a test…yes it was. I sent him here to test you. I instructed him to stare at your nipples, that is your weakness, attention from Men. I told him to question you about the bondage structures that are going to be put in the garden; I knew that would stimulate you.'

He was pacing up and down the room. I was weak, my head hanging but I was listening.

‘You failed. You failed dismally and I am so disappointed with you, but then… you are my Sub, and I should expect no less. You are weak, Submissive and weak but I thought you would do better.'

He left the room again. I sat there, too exhausted to feel my body, to ashamed to respond to him.

When he returned, he untied me and released me from the chair.

‘I have made my decision. You will be punished for two weeks. After the two weeks, you will be loaned out and used by many of my acquaintances. Depending on your co-operation and behavior during those two weeks, I will decide your long term future here.'

I nodded towards him, I heard what he said but I didn't comprehend it.

‘Earlier today I inserted some ginger root into your Arse and Vagina. It caused the burning sensation that you felt. You will be washed and scrubbed thoroughly inside these orifices and treated with that regime twice daily until I wish to cease it. You will also have your nipples scrubbed and liniment applied to them, similarly your mouth will be treated and scrubbed. I assume these are the holes that you seduced him with, do I need to punish further.?'

‘Nnno… Mmmasster..' I whispered.

‘I am so sorry…Mmaasterr..'

I was almost fainting at the thought of the pain to come. He was roughly supporting me as we walked from the dungeon.

He took me to the downstairs bathroom where he handed me a cake of soap, a toothbrush and a dishwashing brush. He turned the shower on and handed me the hose after spraying my body with the barely warm water.

‘Clean your holes inside and out I will be back in one hour to check them. Be sure to rinse them out, I don't want to taste any soap when I return.'

I curled up on the shower floor.

My life as I knew it was in tatters, I knew what I had to do.

I just had to build up the strength to do it.

I thought about the betrayal and the irony of it. I was his Sub/Slave. He loaned me out to his friends, they touched me, used me, tortured and punished me at his command or whim. I obeyed his wishes and took the punishment from his guests.

Now I had stepped outside the boundary, I had indulged myself and I was going to pay for it.

Perhaps I was too comfortable, I needed reminding that I was his property and only here for his pleasure, not my own and not to make decisions without him.

I should have let the draftsman believe that there was no-one home…

Time stood still. I washed my tortured body under the barely warm water and cleaned it as Master asked. Scrubbing with the brushes every inch of my inners, soothing and cleaning the welts and marks that he gave me.

He returned to the bathroom and offered me a towel.

‘The sleeping arrangements will have to change Sub. I do not wish to share my bed with you whilst you are being punished.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘I will modify the bedroom and retreat area I still want you up there with me, just not in the bed.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘Make your way to the stairs and wait for me, submissive kneeling position.'

I obey him immediately, scurrying to the stairs and kneeling, placing my head on the floor, arse high in the air and arms back so that my hands are touching my ankles.

Master moves about the house gathering different items into a bag. He comes to the stairs and orders me to stand.

We make our way upstairs to the bedroom. Master guides me to the door of his private bathroom..

‘Kneel.'

I obey him.

He moves to the bed and removes the cuffs from the posts at the head and foot of the bed. He gathers some rope and attaches it to the rail of the bed canopy. More lengths of rope are attached to the rail across the foot of the bed.

On the floor he lays two large square sheets of coarse sandpaper, two ‘S' shaped ‘butchers hooks' and some solid weights that he had made for the dungeon.

‘Come here.'

I crawl across to where he is standing. He places the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, turns me with my back against the end of the bed frame and stretches my arms out.

He pushes me down so that I am sitting on the sandpaper. It digs into my sore flesh and I wriggle on it to find comfort.

He ties each cuff tightly to the poles on either side of the bed, pulling my arms tightly out and slightly upwards.

He the collars me and attaches a cuff to each ankle.

The sandpaper digs into me each time he moves me around but I don't make a sound.

He then takes two bulldog clips from the bag and pulls each nipple hard. He stretches each one right out and clamps the bulldog clip onto it. The spring action designed to hold many sheets of paper together shuts tightly across the nipple and I yelp and jerk about with the pain.

Master ignores me and proceeds to tug on the bulldog clips to ensure they are secure. He then hangs a butcher's hook from each one and attaches two weights on each.

I scream out with the pain but he ignores me. My bum cheeks are on fire and my nipples have little or no circulation, the weights are agonizing as well as the burning muscles in my arms and shoulders are sending me into frenzy.

My breathing is fast and I am almost hyperventilating.

Roughly he pulls each leg out wide, threads a rope through the buckle on the cuff and ties it to the rail behind me. My legs are pulled tightly upwards, feet almost level with my shoulders and securely fixed into place.

My pussy is pulled wide open, the tender lips are grinding into the sandpaper along with my arse and the bare skin caused by the earlier flogging.

The weights on my breasts pull them down and my body forwards slightly. My head is lolling, unable to rest against any structure.

I want him to gag me and blindfold me so that I can create my own world, but he doesn't.

He stands back and looks at me. I look at the floor.

‘This will be your resting place for the next two weeks. Get used to it. I will be changing a few of the accessories form time to time. I have no wish for you to be comfortable, I want you to remember this punishment when you think about disobeying me in the future.'

I nod.

He prepares the bed for himself, leaves the room and leaves me there to contemplate a long night ahead.

When he returns he has an inflatable dildo in his hand and moves in front of me. He bends down and rests it against my pussy, the tip of it resting against the entrance to my hole.

‘Open.'

I open my mouth and take his cock. He is hard and rough with me, pushing it deep inside my throat, pulling on my arms and legs as he fucks it into me. My arse grinds into the sandpaper and the weights jangle on my nipples but he pumps deep into my throat until he cums hard. Pumping and pumping until the last drop pulsates into me.

My pussy is wet and the dildo slides in easily. He pumps the air into it, filling my pussy and leaving me with more discomfort.

Master settles into bed for the night. Every time he moves I jerk in my restraints and pain shoots through my body. I strain to keep quiet, crying and calming myself intermittently throughout the night.

I do not sleep at all, it seems that he is not still for longer than a few minutes before he moves in the bed and I strain to keep myself still.

The morning sun streams through the window after what seems like an eternity of agony. Master tosses on the bed, waking from his sleep he stretches and steps from the bed.

I am a mess, through the night I have cried a river of tears and my eyes are red and puffy. My arms and legs are cramped, toes and fingers numb and my breasts are tortured. My arse is beyond sore, beyond agony, beyond numb. It is cramped into position and the flesh has embedded itself onto the sharp paper.

He unties me slowly, leaving the nipple clamps till last. Legs and arms are released and I stretch and move them to return the circulation. He lifts the weights from the nipple clamps and removes each clamp slowly. The pain is excruciating and I feel faint. He rubs each nipple hard, pulling me roughly to my feet and guiding me to the shower.

The warm water is relieving, Master sucks and nibbles on each nipple, returning the blood flow to it, then rolling and pinching each one as I suck his hard cock under the water.

He cums quickly I clean him and I dry him off.

We make our way downstairs in silence.

Master pours me a glass of milk and I drink it down quickly.

‘Into the dungeon, prepare for milking. Have wrist cuffs, blindfold and ball gag in position.'

‘Yes master.'

I set up the milking machine. Not sure where he wants me, I leave it on the trolley so that he can maneuver it to the correct position. I quickly attach the cuffs and place the ball gag in my mouth and fasten the blindfold over my eyes and around my head securely.

Master enters the room, moves me to the center where the rings hang from the ceiling.

He cuffs my arms to the rings, pulling them tight and attaching the machine to my breasts.

It is hard for me to stand still during the milking process. The stimulation causes me to fidget slightly, so I rise up and down on my toes throughout the process.

Master returns to the room and moves about shifting pieces of furniture and I hear him grunting. He is tying off a rope to one of the rings on the wall. He walks slowly backwards; I can hear him laying the rope on the floor as I stand with my arms above me, attached to the milking machine.

The milking process is over; Master releases me from the machine and the ring above my head. He pulls my arms behind my back and clips the cuffs to a bar behind my back. The bar is extended to keep my hands apart and Master moves me across the room. I am still blindfolded and my ankles are cuffed, a length of chain attached between them.

My mind is racing, I have no idea what he is doing to me, there has not been a word spoken for the whole morning other than his instructions and I have no clue as to the day ahead.

I can feel something between my legs.. it's the rope.. it pulls tight, riding up between my pussy lips as I stand on my toes to move away from it.

The rope is about an inch thick and Master has pulled it tight, attaching it behind me somewhere.

‘Walk.'

I take a small step. The chain allows my feet to move a few inches at a time, another step.

‘Ohh… aghhhh.'

There is a knot in the rope. I stop.

‘Did I say stop?'

I take another step, trying to rise up so that the knot passes under me easily. It grinds against my clit and pussy walls, not painfully but stirring up sensations deep inside me. Another step and another I carefully move along the rope, yet another knot greets me, this one is larger, it presses into me hard as I push it between my legs.

‘Aghhh… Ohh…' I moan into the gag.

‘Stop!'

I stop still, the knot is between my legs, crushing my clit and tearing at my tender pussy walls.

I am panting and dribbling into the gag.

Master moves close to me, he pulls up on the rope and I jump.

‘This rope extends across the room, you are free to walk along it today but you will not reach any other object in the room. The knots vary in size and the space between them also varies. The closer to the wall, the larger the knot so that you will be unable to lean against the wall and rest.'

I moan again, pleading with him but it is no use.

‘I am going to work, the men are outside working on the garden, the patio door is open for them to use the bathroom next to you. Don't worry Sub. The door will be locked, you will not be discovered.'

Again I moan and plead with him, trying to move off the knot that had impaled me. Crying out for mercy but to no avail.

He was gone.

I managed to move gingerly along the rope throughout the day. I am tired, my feet were sore and legs ached if I remained stationary for too long. Some of the knots were tantalizingly small, the stimulation that they gave not quite enough for me to gain enjoyment, but the larger ones were painful. The bar attached to my arms prevented me from reaching the rope to press it down or pull on it at all, similarly the chain prevented large steps being taken to offer similar stimulation or pressure.

I could hear the men. They moved about outside the dark room with freedom, unaware of my torture, unaware of me.

Time and time again I almost brought myself to orgasm on the rope, I was panting at the thought, my clitoris swollen and tender as I made my way gingerly to the next knot. Another huge one, I gently pressed against it and pulled away, the pressing motion exquisite, but not enough. I bend and straighten, thrust my arms out behind me, pushing down onto the rope.

My breasts were hard, nipples bulging, ready for milking again, stimulated by the thought of the machine and the sensation of the knots.

Master returned. I heard him speaking with the men outside, laughing and joking with them while I danced on the rope in the dark dungeon.

He came into the room to check me, without speaking he hooked me to the machine and left.

Again I moaned to him, again there was silence, and now the machine was stimulating me even more.

I had to remain still, legs cramping, toes painfully steadying my body as I waited for his return.

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It was the start of my punishment. 14 days of torture, every day the rope chaffed against my tender pussy lips. Every day, I am gagged and blindfolded, oblivious to the world outside the room.

Master varied the pain threshold for me from day to day. Whilst the rope was used each day, some days my arms would be attached to my collar, bent up my back or stretched straight out and bound together from above the elbow to the wrist.

Ginger root was inserted into my pussy and arse every second day. The burning sensation would drive me crazy for hours on end as I moved along the pussy rope.

My nipples suffered many different tortures. They were banded with the tight rubber bands, clamped with the bulldog clamps, they had weights attached to the clamps and sometimes pulled upwards and tied to my collar.

Every second day, opposite to the ginger, they were scrubbed with a hard toothbrush and pure sports liniment applied. This burning would send me wild, dancing on my toes for many hours, the smell filling my nose and making me dizzy as the pain surged through me.

On three occasions I was made to wear high heels. This added to the pressure on my pussy as the heels pushed my hips forwards and forced me to concentrate on keeping my balance.

Milking continued throughout the torture period and Master fed me small amounts of vegetables along with my own milk.

On the weekend he took the torture to another level. Placing me on the pussy rope he would return to the dungeon regularly and whip my arse, causing me to almost run along the rope, or he would crack my breasts and nipples, sending me reeling backwards along the rope.

He plugged my arse for hours on end as well, making the ginger insertions even more excruciating, often pumping the dildo roughly in and out while I walked along the rope.

Each night the routine was the same, I was tightly secured to the end of his bed, legs and arms tied and stretched out leaving my arse and pussy exposed.

The only change was the torture;-

He took to me with the riding crop, thrashing my clit and inner pussy lips until I fainted.

He stuffed my holes with large dildos and stimulated me to the brink of orgasm many times, only to move away and snigger at me as I begged for release.

He clamped my clit and threaded the chain through my collar tightly. If I moved my head I pulled on the chain and stretched my aching clit.

Similarly my pussy lips were also clamped open, a chain wrapping from one clamp around the back of my thighs to the other one and pulled tightly so that they were stretched open.

On this occasion, a small fan was positioned in front of my pussy, the continuous air blowing directly onto my clit and inside my pussy. The cooling sensations dried and stimulated me throughout the night, again leaving me exhausted.

Each morning I was released and sucked Master in the shower before breakfast and returning to the dungeon. He never touched me.

I counted the days. Day thirteen was long and torturous. Master goaded me about the final day and the ‘party' that he had planned for me.

On this day, my arms were left free for about thirty minutes at a time where Master would enter the dungeon and order me to finger myself, but not to orgasm.

Time and time again I touched my clit and pushed my fingers deep inside me for release, each time willing him to allow me to orgasm, each time the crop across my arse signaled for me to stop and put my arms behind me.

He would then crop me, pinch and twist my nipples, whip my thighs, calves and feet, and order me to finger myself again.

I cried and cried. The pain was more than I had ever endured, and the frustration was more than I could stand.

The last hour that I was in there was the worst. He restrained my arms behind me.

Sswoosh…. ‘You have 30 seconds to cum.' The single-tail cracked my pussy and I screamed.

I jiggled and moved on the rope as he counted the seconds. Panicking as I rubbed and ground my pussy onto the knots without success.

Sswoosh… ‘Stop.'

I stopped, panting and groaning. Waiting for his order or more torture.

Sswoosh…'Go, 20 seconds.'

Again I moved on the rope, almost running over the knots, bending my knees to press the knots hard against me. I was almost there… it was building.

Swoosh…'Stop'

I stopped again, slumped and panting, dribble pouring from around the gag.

Sswoosh.. ‘Go, 10 Seconds'

I thrust myself onto the rope and ground hard, the waves started almost immediately as I cried out and pounded my flesh onto the rope. My legs and arms erupted into spasms, my body was cramped, juices flowed from within me and my mind was black.

Again and again this routine followed, Orgasm after orgasm I forced upon myself, grinding and sliding my pussy along the rope with such fury that I was sure it was bleeding.

Master released me, sat me on the bed and milked me in silence.

All I wanted to do was sleep.

That night Master restrained me again. Tied tight and firmly against the end of his bed. This time though, there was nothing extra, just the ropes to my arms and legs. I managed to sleep soundly, almost feeling strange because I was not in pain or torturous discomfort.

I woke with a start when he touched my shoulder. He sat on the floor in front of me. Stroking my body, caressing my nipples and nibbling on them. I was squirming with desire.

His fingers lightly caressed my clit and I groaned.

‘Master….'

‘Hush.'

I bit my lip, his fingers gently, slowly entered me, sloshing on my juices as they withdrew and entered again. Slowly, gently he stimulated me until I was panting and unable to remain still.

He moved to my arse and entered with two lubricated fingers. Again I groaned loudly, the again removed and entered me slowly and gently, moving his body closer to me.

My head dropped back, eyes shut tight as I fought the sensations. His hands llifted me up and his cock entered my pussy easily.

‘Ohhh, ahhhhh.' I moaned as he thrusted slowly.

‘Do not cum Sub…'

‘No… ahh, ahhh, Master… ahh.'

He continued to slowly enter and withdraw from me, raising me up further he entered my arse…

‘Ohh, nooo… Master…' I moan quietly again.

‘Hush Sub. Be quiet when I say.'

I was nearing hysteria. His fingers stimulated my clit as his thrusts quickened. He pulled out of my arse and entered again, hard and fast. Fucking me hard as he pushed many fingers inside me.

I was screaming inside my head for him to hurry. Thrusting my hips as much as I could while he grunted and poled himself inside me.

Finally he came, hard and high inside me, his fingers pushing deep inside my pussy, withdrawing immediately as he came, leaving me wanting again.

He released my ropes and we showered. He took extra care to wash my holes, forcing me to open my mouth wide while he scrubbed it, then lying me on the floor of the shower, legs wide open as he scrubbed my pussy and arse also.

‘I want you to dress today. Black shelf bra, matching thong, tight white t-shirt and tight jeans with heels. I want you to have your hair styled and make up done and I will collect you at 12 O'clock. Be waiting in position at the stairs.

Until then you will remain in the dungeon, you will milk now and at 11am so that your breasts are empty.'

‘Yes Master.'

We ate breakfast and I milked as instructed. At 11am I milked again and left the dungeon to prepare myself. I had no idea what was happening today, the last day of my punishment.

Master arrived home promptly at 12 O'clock. I was waiting for him by the stairs as instructed.

‘Stand.'

I stood and faced him. He looked me up and down for a few minutes, pinching my nipples through my t-shirt and pressing his hand between my legs without saying a word.

‘Come with me. You will obey every instruction that you receive. The workmen are being rewarded for their work and you are the reward. I told them I was going to hire a whore for them to party with and you are it.'

The tears welled in my eyes as he took me by the arm and led me through the house. I was reluctant to walk and he was almost dragging me.

There were about 20 men waiting for me. They all whistled and cheered when we appeared, each with cans of beer in their hands and the BBQ was cooking in the corner.

‘Guys, this is my gift to you for the afternoon. She is well paid so have your way with her as you wish. Only one request, no marks or bruises please.'

They cheered again and Master turned and left.

One of the men took my hand and led me to the group.

‘Well, well, well… what a fine specimen of meat we have here boys… check that rack out… turn around darlin…'

I turned around slowly.

‘Bend over…'

I obeyed them and again they cheered.

‘Well I think its time to get rid of some of that gear don't you think? Get it off for us sweet-heart, give us a show as you show us what you got.'

I closed my eyes and began to dance, swaying my hips and moving my hands up and down my body I removed my t shirt to riotous cheers. The jeans followed, slowly undoing them, turning around and bending over as I slid the zipper open, then slowly turning again and lowering them over my hips.

Turning again I bent over and removed each leg of my pants over the shoes. The men crowded together to look at my arse and pussy lips, one or two of them venturing to touch me as my jeans came off.

Facing them in my bra and thong I continued to dance, touching my nipples and rubbing the outside of my pussy as they all leered at me.

The leader spoke again.

‘So whore… who do you want to fuck first, your choice.'

I blushed hard and looked at the ground, quietly answering.

‘You Sir.'

The men cheered again.

‘Well, get your pretty little arse over here then.'

He moved to where the table was and gestured for me to stand in front of him, facing the other men. He took my breasts in his hands from behind and squeezed them together tightly.

‘Get that thong off.'

I obeyed him as he released his cock from his pants, the men cheering again.

He pushed me onto the table and fumbled around between my legs, eventually pushing his cock inside me. After a few hard thrusts he blew his load into me and pulled out…

‘Lick me clean whore.'

I obeyed him, kneeling and taking his cock in my mouth, licking his cum from it.

The men went into frenzy and I found myself spread-eagled on the table. My arse, pussy and mouth were fucked and fingered continuously for hours. Occasionally I was flipped over and once one of the men sat me on his lap while he fucked me and I sucked another guy. They all feasted on me, large and small, thick and thin they rammed their cocks inside me, or roughly plunged their fingers deep into my pussy, pushing my legs wide open or back over my shoulders.

Master came and joined them. He simply watched as they fucked me and I remained composed throughout.

Truth be known they didn't hurt me at all, I was just humiliated.

The men began to tire of me and the fucking slowed down. The leader of the group took charge again, ordering me to kneel at his feet and suck his cock while he chatted. This then became the routine for another long period of time, the men would call to me and I would kneel at their feet and suck their cocks to arousal, then empty them.

Finally they finished with me. Master sent me inside to shower and wait for him in the dungeon.

I was exhausted and sore.

Was he happy with me? Had my punishment finished..

Only time would tell as I waited for him.

The shower brought me back to reality. Washing the smell and stickiness of all the men from my body made me feel better. Their breath smelled of the beer that they were rapidly consuming. Their juices were sour all mixed in together covering me from hear to toe.

I washed my hair until it felt soft and clean. I soaped my body allowing the water and suds to cascade down over my breasts, my tender nipples, over my arse cheeks and between my legs. Using the soft sponge, I cleaned my pussy and arse. Still tender from the pounding that it had received, the warm water and soothing lotion eased the pain.

My breasts were full. I wondered if I should milk them. No, I will wait for Master.

The sun was beginning to set on the day. The men were still outside, drinking the remainder of the beer that Master provided them, telling wild tales of their sexual prowess and conquests.

Master was with them, I could hear him laughing, I wondered what he was telling them. Did he tell them that I was his Submissive Servant, or did he leave them thinking that I was a cheap whore that he hired for the night?

What tales would he tell them; there are so many things that he could teach these men about Women and how to treat them. There was so much that he could tell them about Dominance and Sex, and punishing their woman to benefit them both.

I knelt on the mat and waited for him. It seemed like I was there forever, looking around the room, the equipment that was in there, the memories of my times in the room were flooding back to me.

My breasts were heavy with the weight of the milk. I pondered over whether I should milk or not, finally deciding that I should. I moved the machine over to the massage bed, sat on the bed, connected the machine and began to milk my breasts.

The sensation of the milking was stimulating me. The smells of the bath oils that I had used filled the room and as my senses grew so did my urges. The sucking felt so good, each long deep suck on my nipple sent zaps of electricity to my pussy.

I took it all in, laying on the bed comfortably with my eyes closed, breasts pumping in rhythm to release the pressure, spreading my legs slightly apart as the juices built..

I must have dozed off. The crop landed squarely between my legs onto my clit and I screamed with fright and pain as he cropped me for the second time.

‘Be still.'

I lay still on the bed, panting hard, pussy lips on fire and breasts still pumping with the machine.

‘Arms behind your head.'

I obeyed him tentatively placing each arm under my head as he turned the pumping machine off, leaving the tight suction onto my nipples.
‘Open your legs and hold them open.'

I gingerly opened my legs wide, gasping and trying to brace for the blow, straight onto my clitoris.

‘Aggghhhhhh..' I screamed out, clamping my legs closed.

‘Open them.'

Slowly, gingerly I opened them again, another blow was struck and another scream filled the room.

‘Hold them open or you will be sorry.'

I closed my eyes tightly. Clenched my teeth together hard and opened my legs wide.

Each thwack of the crop sent screams from my mouth. Unable to control the noise, I concentrated on holding my legs open for him as he belted my pussy lips, clit and inner thighs.

He hit me hard. Each stroke carefully measured and timed to catch me unaware.

The torture finally stopped and he moved away. The suction on my nipples was intense and they were turning blue inside the glass cups.

I couldn't see where he was, I could hear him moving about in the room.

I was crying, my legs still open for him, the burning pain still surging through me.

‘Stand.'

I gingerly moved from the bed and stood beside it. He moved over and gruffly removed the nipple cups, each one making a ‘pop' sound as the suction was released.

He twisted each nipple in his fingers roughly, returning the blood flow to them and causing me some more pain and discomfort.

The bands were tightly placed on each nipple, there were many of them and my nipple was crushed under the rubber tension.

He then placed the nipple harness on me. I had not worn it for many weeks now and as my breasts had grown the harness was tight around them. He pulled it up high so that my breasts were tightly squashed together and help up as high as they could go, almost under my chin. The bands were uncomfortable, my nipples swelling and turning dark purple very quickly.

‘Hands behind your back.'

I obeyed him immediately as he spun me around and placed the metal cuffs around my wrists. They were tight, I could barely move my arms at all in them which pleased him.

He roughly turned me to face him again.

The crop was in his hand and he cracked my right nipple hard. I screamed out with the pain and almost lost my balance as the second blow hit the left nipple.

‘Aggghhhh… please Master….. Aghhhhh.. Please…'

I pleaded with him as the blows rained on my nipples and breasts. My arms strained in the cuffs as I struggled to move out of line for the blows.

I was screaming and hysterical with the pain. Dancing on my toes as the cropping of my breasts continued for an eternity. My mind began to fog over and I staggered on my legs.

Master grabbed me by the arms and steadied me. As my eyes opened I looked at him and pleaded with him to stop.

He pulled me close to him, pressing my breasts into his chest, sliding one hand down between my legs and into my pussy. It was moist and inviting to him, I moaned as his fingers explored me and I sank further into his hold.

The pain from the earlier belting dissipated as he fingered me. Slow rhythmic movements were driving my mind wild standing there in his arms, my hips moved with him, breasts crushed and numb as he held me.

I could feel the orgasm build and knew he would stop, but he didn't. The juices were increasing, my breathing more labored and my legs weakened as the pressure to orgasm drew nearer.

He stopped, pulled his fingers out, leant down and bit hard on my nipple. First one then the other he sank his teeth into my flesh, biting and sloshing his saliva as I screamed yet again.

I wanted to cum but the pain stopped me. Each time he eased the pain on my nipple, he fingered me till the orgasm built and he bit me again to stop it.

Finally I collapsed. Waking in his arms as he carried me upstairs.

He stood me down at the foot of the bed frame.

Roughly pushing my head down he bent me over the rail and attached the handcuffs to the rope dangling from the top bar. He pulled it tight, my arms pulled up high behind my back, forcing me to bend further over the end of the bed. I stood on tiptoes as Master tied the rope off tightly.

As he stood behind me he stroked my skin, my flesh tingled under his touch, rubbing and stroking my arse and between my legs while I struggled to find comfort.

He moved away. He hadn't spoken a word to me, and while I was sure that the punishment was because I milked without permission, I wasn't totally sure that this wasn't part of the previous punishment.

He returned behind me and inserted the butt plug roughly. His aggressive approach pushed me hard against the rail of the bed end, twisting and grinding it until he was happy. I winced and bit my lip as he pushed the plug deep inside me.

He then pressed the vibrator against my pussy. It was bussing lightly and tingled my skin as he maneuvered it inside. It was large and filled my pussy hole, the end of it had a stimulator on it and he felt for my clit to position it. I was panting and struggling to remain still as he pressed it hard against my clit.

The murmur of the vibrator made it hard for me to stand still and keep it inside me.

Master returned to me with a rope in his hands. He tied it to the bed rail in front of my stomach and threaded it through my legs. Pulling it tight he attached it to the handcuffs behind my back. The rope pushed the plug and vibe deep inside me, raising me up further onto my toes as he tied the rope securely and adjusted the rope on my handcuffs so that it too was tight and allowed for no release.

It was hard to stand still. The vibe buzzed lightly inside me and against my clit, sending my sensations wild yet again.

Me head was bent over the end of the bed, breasts tightly bound in the harness and nipples constricted with the rubber bands.

Master moved onto the bed. He was naked as he knelt in front of my face. He took my head in his hands and lifted it up to look at him.

‘Again you test me. Sub.'

‘But Master I…..'

‘Quiet. I know what you are going to say. I know that your milking was overdue and I realize that you milk yourself when I am not here, that is why I have let you off severe punishment.'

‘Thank You Master.'

‘I was pleased with your efforts today. You take my physical punishments well, and the men were suitably entertained.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘Now, suck me to hardness and I will pleasure myself with you before sleeping. You will remain like you are throughout the night.'

‘Yes Master.'

His cock presented to me and I began to work on it. Master guided it around my mouth as I licked and suckled on the tip of his penis. It was not long before it was hard and he entered my mouth, thrusting slowly in and out as he pleasured himself.

The buzzing between my legs continued and I continued to dance on my toes.

The pace of his face fucking quickened and he was ramming it deep down my throat. I was preparing for his release when he pulled away and roughly grabbed my breasts.

Squeezing them hard together within the harness, he rammed his cock between them and began to fuck hard. I was yelping with the pain and pressure as he grunted and pistoned into me.

My nipples crushed by his hands and breasts squashed hard provided the pressure that he wanted as he came all over the front of me. He let his seed drizzle over my breasts and up onto my chin as I panted hard, trying to remain composed.

He sucked each nipple gently, rolling and squeezing it between his lips before removing the bands and pinching them both hard.

The orgasm almost came as the blood returned to them. I rose up further onto my toes and cried out as the pressure built and I almost tipped over the edge.

Master simply moved away and watched me as I struggled to regain composure.

He lay down, drew up the covers and settled in for the night.

I tried to relieve the pressure on my arms and legs but the ropes were tight and release was almost impossible.

My head hung down, the muscles in my arms, back and legs were numb as I tried to doze off. The vibrator buzzed against me all night, my clitoris stimulated for hours on end as I remained resilient and did not orgasm without permission once.

Master tossed and turned throughout the night. Once or twice he stirred, glancing at me as I hung at his mercy.

I saw the sun wake up and begin to stream through the window. I needed to be released, my body was in pain, my pussy was numb and my clit was sore.

Master stirred again. He lay there looking at me as I struggled to hold my head up, and moved slightly from one leg to the other.

He moved to the end of the bed. His cock was swollen and rock hard, I knew what was coming.

‘Open.'

I opened his mouth and took it all inside. He thrust his cock deep inside me, my gagging did nothing to stop him as he pushed deep inside me.

He reached up and tugged the rope that was through my legs and I yelped as the insertions moved inside me.

His hands found my nipples and pulled them hard. He used them to lever his cock in and out of my mouth, stretching my nipples with every thrust.

My pussy was on fire, the vibrations seemed to have ramped up and my clit was thumping.

Harder he pumped, harder I gagged and the more sensations built between my legs, I could feel it coming but couldn't talk.

I tried to shake my head, tried to tell him, but he continued his thrust. I tried to moan, but the gagging prevented me and I had to relent.

My body shuddered as the orgasm hit. Every muscle tensed, every nerve ending on fire as it pulsated through me. I still had Masters cock in my mouth and sucked on it hard. He came deep inside me with a loud groan.

He pumped every last ounce of his juice into my throat as my orgasm subsided. The vibrator was still buzzing and I was still moving on my legs.

Master moved off the bed and stood behind me. He reached up and released the rope from between my legs.

‘Hold them in Sub..'

I clenched my sore muscles as he removed the rope and held the insertions in place. His hand moved again, this time he took the vibrator and pumped it in and out. My senses went off again as he pumped it hard, the vibrations increased and his finger pressed against my clit.

Another orgasm was coming, harder and faster he pumped, faster he flicked my clit and I again erupted into his hands.

He pulled the vibe out and dropped it. His fingers still working on my clit as my body shuddered to climax, the butt plug was his next toy. He pulled on it and pushed it in deep as well, fingers entering my pussy hard in rhythm with his arse fucking.

He took it out and entered my arse hard. His cock was like a rock and I screamed out as he thrust it deep into my bowels. Fingers worked overtime inside my pussy, rubbing, exploring, flicking as he fucked my arse and I dribbled streams onto the bed.

I was oblivious to anything else other than the sex that I was experiencing. Master was grunting hard and loud as his cock swelled inside me.

He pumped as hard as he could, fisting my pussy at the same time, the two sensations crashing between my legs as I lost control yet again.

‘Agghhhhhh…. Ohh… Ohh… Ahhh… Ahhhhh..' I screamed out as the orgasm hit.

Master too came, frantic fucks pounding into my arse brought his seed shooting deep inside me and he collapsed onto my back.

We both panted in unison. Master leaning on my back, my arms taking the weight on their cuffs, legs unbalanced and head fuzzy. We took a few minutes to recover before Master released me for the usual showering routine to start our day..

Now that I had completed the punishment that Master deemed fit for my indiscretions, my Slave life returned to normality.

During the day I was naked, the new garden designs and warm spring weather made for relaxing and fun days outdoors. Master would join me in the garden, on the decking or in the pool itself. I cleaned the house, prepared our meals and services Master when he commanded.

At night I returned to his bed, tightly restrained to the poles at the head and foot by my wrists and ankles, gagged and blindfolded. Master would fondle and finger me at his whim, fuck me when he desired and I remained his silent sexual servant. Most nights my nipples would be tightly banded with the rubber bands and placed in the breast harness so that they were tight, high and crushed together. Occasionally my holes were filled with plugs, dildos or vibes.

Master would sleep beside me and I was expected to be awake and ready for him when morning arrived. He would usually cuddle and fondle me, pinching and twisting my nipples, fingering my pussy and arse holes before releasing me from my binds.

We would shower together and I was expected to suck master's cock in the shower until he came or ordered me off him. Some days he would fuck my arse under the water, other times I would have to rim his arse and lick his balls before sucking him.

I would supply Master with fresh milk for his breakfast each morning. After we had both eaten I would be milked and if Master were going to work he would set me my tasks for the day.

Life was good for me. Our new garden was a superb centerpiece and I enjoyed keeping it neat and tidy, learning about the flowers and birds, maximizing the flowers and scents from the different themed areas.

Master would arrive home to me naked, collared, kneeling at the bottom of the stairs. He would often inspect the house or check the task that he set for me had been completed before speaking to me.

Today was no different.

The tires crunched as he drove up the driveway. I skipped to the stairs, knelt with my back to the door, head down, arms back beside my ankles. Master had ordered me to clean the dungeon thoroughly and prepare for an evening BBQ with Friends.

He walked in and placed his briefcase on the floor, striding past me to the dungeon where he entered the room, moved around and came out again. He moved into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and checked the food that I had prepared for the evening.

‘Sub, here.'

I quickly stood and moved to the kitchen, standing in front of him head bowed.

‘I am pleased. Walk outside with me to check the BBQ area.'

‘Yes Master.'

He took my lead and strode outside to the patio where the BBQ was situated. He looked around the area, I had set up the table, chairs, outdoor candles, drinking cups and crockery as he requested.

‘Hmm. Good job.'

‘Thank You Master.'

‘I think some small reward is in order for you, and some stress relief for me. Come.'

He tugged on my lead again, leading me over to where three large wooden poles stood in the garden. The area was secluded from all outside eyes, visible only from the patio and the house itself.

It was then that I noticed the bag in his hand.

He turned and moved me to the center of the poles. Reaching into the bag he took out ankle and wrist cuffs, attaching them to me firmly. He also tightly gagged me with a ball gag.

Each pole had rings screwed into it at various heights and holes drilled into them where attachments could be fitted.

He threaded rope through my wrist cuffs and tied it to the pole facing the house. Tightly attaching it to a ring at forehead height for me, wrapping my hands around the pole, looping the rope around many times to keep my hands firmly in place.

He then threaded a rope through my right ankle cuff, pulling it upwards to shoulder level, tying it off on another pole, stretching me upwards and out wide. My foot was pressed against the pole and Master looped the rope around my foot and ankle to secure it in place.

I was now standing on tiptoe with my arms out in front and right leg pulled out wide.

Master then moved behind the left pole and returned with a long piece of round dowel about 2 inches in diameter.

Reaching into the bag he removed a large dildo and pushed it onto the dowel. I was frantically trying to look at him but he remained out of my sight as he moved the wood into position on the pole in front of me. He pushed it into the hole at waist height, the dowel jutting straight outwards with the dildo now pressing against my stomach.

Master bent down to the bag again, taking out his crop and moving behind me. My breathing was fast and panicked, yet again he was testing me with new torture methods.

He began to crack my arse with the crop, varying the amount and force of the strokes as I balanced on one foot, squealing with each blow as my arse warmed up.

50 strokes later he moved close to me, rubbing his hands over my arse cheeks, fingers sliding between my legs to my exposed pussy, testing the moisture levels. Pressing his body against mine he fondled my breasts firmly, gently stroking his fingers in and out of me as the moisture grew.

Stepping away, he delivered more strokes; harder and faster he whipped me until I was screaming behind my gag, wriggling on one foot to avoid the cracks.

Again he moved close, plunging his fingers deep inside me. He unzipped his pants and took his cock in his hand, moving beside my raised leg he pushed in inside me. I groaned loudly as he started to pump harder and harder into me, his hands holding me tightly while he fucked my pussy, grunting loudly through clenched teeth.

The dildo pressed into my stomach as he fucked me, finally shuddering his cum inside me with a loud groan.

Before I was able to regain my composure, he lifted my other leg up and tied it to the pole on my left side. I was hanging between the poles, my hands straining as he looped the rope around the pole firmly, now both my feet were tied tightly to the poles, my arms stretched out tight as I hung limp.

‘Push your legs out Sub, straighten them.'

I pushed my legs and found that I could easily straighten them and take some of the strain off my arms. Master then moved between my legs, pushing my body upwards and straightening my legs even more. He was holding the dildo pole with one hand and feeling for my pussy with the other one.

‘Mmmm….' I moaned into the gag as he prized my lips open.

‘Silence Sub, I want to test this on you.'

He moved the dildo upwards and pushing my legs straighter he lined it up with my pussy. Letting my body go, the dildo entered my pussy, stretching it wide open and pushing deep inside me.

Master stepped away, I tried to ease the pain on being impaled on the dildo, but my legs would only stretch slightly before I had to release them and grind down onto it again.

Master moved around me, inspecting the contraption as he touched my body causing me to flinch and move on the dildo.

He fingered my arse, moving his face close to me, licking and nibbling my cheeks and hole as his fingers stretched my hole.

I was moaning even louder, not in pain but in utmost discomfort as the dildo pushed deep into me and Masters finger explored my bowels.

Now two fingers entered me, I groaned and lurched on the dildo as the fingering increased its rhythm. Master was lost in the moment, he began to thrust his fingers in and out of my arse as I rocked on the dildo pole, grunting and moaning as the orgasm built inside me.

I begged him to touch my clit, I moaned loudly, tried to move my arse as he plunged a third finger into my arse, stretching it wide open and pushing me again and again onto the dildo.

He moved away suddenly, leaving me swinging and panting. My head was spinning, what was he doing? Where was he?

He was behind me and I couldn't see him but his touch returned and I groaned again. The vibrator slid into my arse easily, I lurched again as the buzzing motor sent me into orbit.

Slowly he fucked my arse with the vibrator, I bounced on the dildo and finally he reached around to my clit and pressed it hard. I lurched my body up and down on the hard, stiff, plastic cock inside me, willing him to rub me to orgasm.

Breathing was almost hyperventilating; Master released his finger, stopped the fucking and gently stroked my clit. I stopped moving, gasping for breath as he gently stroked me higher and higher to orgasmic heaven.

As it grew, his touch was firmer. The vibrator moved again and I began to fuck the dildo with his rhythm. The slow gentle rhythm took me to sub space, eyes closed, head back as Master touched me and controlled my whole body.

The sensation grew higher and higher, faster and faster, harder and harder until finally I exploded into orgasm. Master continued to stroke me, continued to fuck me as orgasm after orgasm hit me and I lurched against the poles.

He allowed me to settle down but did not remove me from the poles.

Instead, he moved inside the house, leaving me hanging on the three large beams with the dildo pole deep inside my pussy.

Each time I moved the dildo moved and I almost exploded again. Eventually I relaxed my arms and legs, allowing my body to lightly rest on the massive intrusion inside me and soak the atmosphere of my outside torture.

Little did I know that this was just the beginning of the evening festivities.

I watched Master prepare the BBQ area for his guests. He placed the food on the table inside the enclosed patio, glancing at me from time to time as he moved happily about the house.

I began to smell the food cooking and heard the guests arrive. I pulled on my ropes again, trying to signal to Master that I should be released, but he ignored me and welcomed his guests. No one came near me, I watched them all drinking and laughing, eating the food as Master cooked it for them.

My arms and legs were sore, my pussy was sore and it was getting dark.

After about an hour, Master and two other men walked over to me. They were all smiling, the men moving around me, checking the ropes and complimenting Master on a great device. Master moved to the back of me, lifting my arse upwards as the dildo fell out and he lowered me down again.

The men helped him untie my feet and legs, lowering them to the ground before releasing my hands and removing the dildo pole.

Master packed the ropes into the bag and led me towards the house where the guests were in the enclosed patio area, enjoying their food.

Instead of taking me inside, Master led me to the cage, where he ordered me inside, lying on my back. The cage was slightly elevated off the ground, attached to metal poles by thick chains.

I crawled inside and lay on my back. Master ordered me to lie still with arms stretched out above my head and legs stretched out straight and wide open. Master and his friends returned to the Patio where they continued to eat and drink for about another hour.

I was almost asleep. Now used to the wire digging into my body as I lay there I was startled to feel the hand reach through and touch me between my legs.

I opened my eyes to see one of the guests leaning over the cage, his hand inside, stroking me as he stroked his cock with his other hand.

His fingers pushed inside me as I lay still, allowing him to explore me, as I knew would be Masters wish. The man was grunting as he fingered me and before long he was standing, removing his pants and ordering me to remove my gag.

I obeyed him, removing the gag quietly and returning my arms above my head as Master ordered me to. The man knelt beside the cage, he ordered me to move my mouth over to the edge of the cage and suck his cock. I obeyed him and took it into my mouth as he threaded it between the large wire gaps. His fingers found my pussy again and he pumped them in and out as he fucked my face hard. I held onto the cage above my head so that I could retain all of him in my mouth and swallow all his juice when he came in my mouth.

Another man had joined him and soon I was sucking him as well, there were now more hands on my body, fingers inside my pussy and arse as the cock pounded my mouth. The men were grunting and groaning as they plunged their fingers inside me, my nipples were also touched, twisted and pulled.

Master came over and opened the cage, helping me out and taking me into the patio area, followed by his horny guests.

He lifted me onto the table on my back and instructed me to obey orders. I lay across the table amongst the food that they had enjoyed, head hanging over one side, pussy and arse open wide on the other.

Soon each hole was full and being fucked. My legs lifted high as a cock pushed into my arse and another man knelt over me, entering my pussy at the same time, fucking in unison with my arse and mouth.

My nipples were sucked and licked, the women joined in as well, licking and eating my pussy as I obeyed their wishes, sucking and licking their pussies as they presented to me. All my holes were fucked over and over, every guest enjoying my body, abusing it and fucking it hard either alone or with one or two others.

When they finished I lay there exhausted and sore. They left me for a while, moving inside to finish their drinks and chatter, finally calling the evening to an end and going home.

Master cleared the table around me as I lay there.

Master lifted me to my feet, he took my lead and guided me upstairs, into the bathroom where I undressed him and we showered together. He ordered me to lie on the floor, legs wide apart while he washed my holes thoroughly. They were tender and he was gentle with me.

He then handed me to body oil to rub on him and myself before we retired for the night.

I lay on the bed in my position as Master restrained me tightly. He didn't like it when I moved around on the bed, so I was barely capable of moving when he had finished. This time though, my right leg was tied off to the higher loop on the bed post, leaving my legs open, pussy exposed allowing the tenderness to settle down, and Master access to me during the night.

He entered the bed beside me, moving close his arm found my nipples and he kneaded them gently. Pressing the bands together and releasing them, rubbing the nipple gently, then firmly, kissing my back and shoulders. His hand moved to my pussy lips, stroking them, stroking my arse and legs as his head moved further down my body.

His face pressed between my legs and his breath was warm and gentle on my sex. He licked, moving his tongue up and down, in and out of me, as I lay there in total silence, barely able to move, only flinching when he licked my clit and began to tease it with his tongue. His hands still explored me, gently fingering my tender arse as he continued to stimulate me, my breathing was faster, harder and willing him to bring me to orgasm again.

I was losing control; he was in total control of me, licking, kissing, biting and teasing me as the orgasm built. He didn't stop; the orgasm came hard as he ate my juices, gently taking them from my tender pussy, licking and lubricating my arse before entering me and fucking me hard.

It was quick for him, he came hard and fast deep inside me as I lay there, tightly restrained for his pleasure.

He covered me and we slept, the window open and gentle morning breeze waking me to another wonderful day.