I am on my knees before my Master sucking his cock, his hands are twisted in my hair controlling how fast I go and how deep I take him in my mouth.

“I have a surprise for you tonight” he tells me as he slides his cock down my throat.  This is our morning ritual, I have to make him come every morning using only my mouth, I have a time limit in which to do this and if I go over my allowed time I am punished.  I start to gag and pull away which earns me a sharp tug on the nipple clamps I have on. “Hold it in your mouth, don’t you dare take it out” my Master orders as he removes his hands from my hair, “Hold it there”. 

He pinches my nose shut, his cock is at the back of my throat, I am gagging, I can’t breathe and my eyes start watering. I look up at him pleadingly only to see him grinning down at me. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and I gasp for breath, he reaches down and hooks the chain attached to my nipple clamps over his cock, “Open your mouth and keep it open, keep your tongue out” he orders as he slides his cock back into my mouth and starts ramming it in and out, I start choking each time it hits the back of my throat but can’t pull away – the chain keeps me tethered to him. 

He is near to coming so he thrusts faster, I can’t breathe as his cock rams harder and harder into the back of my throat, he gives one final thrust and holds his cock as far into my mouth as it will go while he shoots his cum down my throat.  I can’t swallow, I can’t breathe, I am gagging and choking and he is laughing.  This is the start of my day, every day.  He pulls out of my mouth and I drag air into my lungs, my hands are cuffed behind my back so I can’t wipe away the spit and come that dribbles down my chin.  “Well done you had 30 seconds to spare” he tells me, “now do you want to know what the surprise is for tonight?”  I look up at him, “Yes please Master”. 

“Well slave, I have been planning this for weeks, and tonight we are having a dinner party.”  My eyes widen “Oh no Master, please not that, please I beg you”.  He starts laughing again, “You have no say in the matter, and for disagreeing with me you get 10 lashes.”  I start to cry, the last dinner party he planned had me out of action for over a week and it was sheer hell.  He laughs again, “Cheer up my little slut, it won’t be that bad”. 

He goes to the closet and pulls out his favorite horsewhip.  “Now you know what to do.”  My hands are still cuffed behind my back, I stand and bend over, presenting my ass to him.  The horsewhip cracks against my ass cheeks, “One, thank you Master.”  “Two, thank you Master” “Three, thank you Master”…..

He steps back after the 15th stroke and admires his handiwork, her ass is a bright fiery red and she is sobbing.  She missed counting the strokes after the 7th stroke and she knows that for every count missed it is an extra stroke. 

He doesn’t know whether her crying is from the thought of the night’s dinner party or the lashes she just had, but nevertheless it is music to his ears and he finds himself grinning again, he is looking forward to the night’s entertainment.  He tells her to get up and go into the kitchen.  She knows what is coming, he can see it in her eyes but she doesn’t dare argue with him, her Master. 

He takes the nipple clamps off and bends her over the table, tying her legs to the table legs, and after un-cuffing her hands ties them to the legs at the other end of the table.  He goes to the sink and fills up a large jug with warm water and vegetable oil, then comes back to her and sets it down next to her head.  She gives a little moan but says nothing, her ass feels like it is on fire and she doesn’t wish to have it whipped anymore than she already has.

He goes to the bathroom and returns with a long hose with a nozzle at one end that is almost 5 inches round and a good 5 inches in length.  “Now you know what is about to happen, and you know that if you spill one drop that you will be punished”. “Yes Master” she replies, tears welling in her eyes again.  “I need you nice and clean for the dinner party tonight,” he tells her. 

He uses some of the vegetable oil to lube her ass up and then slides the thick nozzle into place.  She moves a little and moans, he knows it is uncomfortable for her but that’s the whole point – and she is about to get a lot more uncomfortable.  He attaches a bag to the end of the hose and starts pouring the contents of the jug into the bag, which he then hangs onto a hook in the ceiling. 

He has a little device attached to the hose that controls how fast the liquid flows, and he turns it right down so it is at the slowest speed.  He then fills the jug again with cold water and puts a length of thin hose in it that she can drink out of.  He puts the jug on the table near her head and puts the hose into her mouth.  “You are to drink the whole jug” he tells her, “And when I come back you will be able to relieve yourself.” 

She is going to be in for a long morning tied to the table, but at least she will be out of his way while he prepares everything for the dinner party.  He leaves her and goes out to his workshop to start his preparations.

I can feel the warm liquid slowly seeping into my ass, and although it is not an entirely unpleasant feeling I know how uncomfortable it will be as I start to fill up.  I have started drinking the water and am trying my best not to think about needing to relieve myself. 

I am horrified at the thought of what is going to happen to me at the dinner party tonight, after the last one I had nightmares for almost a month.  There was one couple, the Tipton’s, who were particularly sadistic and they hurt me quite badly.  I do hope Master hasn’t invited them again.  Last time there were 4 couples and they each bought their own slaves to the party to help serve them any which way they wanted. 

It was arranged that there would be some slave swapping last time and I felt sorry for the poor girl who was chosen to go home with the Tipton’s.  They are renowned for their imaginative tortures and medieval devices that they use on their slaves.  To be given to them is to be assured of extreme pain, degradation and complete humiliation.  At least my Master treats me with kindness when I am obedient, there is no kindness in the Tipton’s and I am told that they never EVER let their slaves have an orgasm. 

If I have been particularly good in my training or obedience, my Master allows me to come.  I couldn’t imagine being tortured and giving other people pleasure constantly only to be denied myself.  Thinking of other things has taken my mind off the fluid flowing into my ass, and the pressure that is building in my bladder, but both are becoming uncomfortable and I am unable to keep my thoughts off them. 

I am halfway through drinking the water in the jug and I can see that the bag that is flowing into my ass is only about half empty as well.  I can see from the clock on the wall that I have been tied to the table for an hour, the nozzle in my ass is becoming more and more uncomfortable as the pressure from the water is building behind it.  I try to keep my mind on other things, but am unable to think of anything other than the dinner party and what pain will be in store for me. 

My Master is most certainly going to have thought up some inventive ways for his guests to use me tonight, and I dread to think of the way they are going to be able to choose what to do to me.  Last time it was a board with a spinning arrow in the middle, they spun the arrow and could do whatever it landed on to me.  By looking at the clock I can tell another half hour has passed, the bag and the jug are almost empty and I am struggling to keep all the fluid inside me. 

I am so uncomfortable with my stomach pressed against the table, but every time I move it sets off more spasms inside me demanding that the liquid be released.  My ass feels like it is going to burst, as does my bladder.  I am trying so hard to hold on and not spill a drop when I hear my Master come back inside.  I start crying with relief that I will be able to relieve myself.

He walks into the kitchen to see her crying again.  The bag and the jug are almost empty and she must be feeling like she is going to burst.  He releases the flow on the bag so she gets a last rush of water into her ass, which makes her jump and moan.  He reminds her that she is not to spill one drop of liquid until she is allowed into the bathroom to relieve herself. 

He slowly starts to pull the nozzle out of her ass, then pushes it back in, slowly starts pulling it out, then pushes it back in again.  She starts to moan as the feelings of her ass being fucked and the overwhelming need to shit are pulsing through her.  He plays with the nozzle a little while longer until she is almost screaming with the pain of her bladder and bowels being so full. 

He removes the nozzle and is pleased to see her asshole clench so she doesn’t spill any liquid.  He unties her hands and legs and as she is about to run to the bathroom he says “On your hands and knees slut, and crawl to the bathroom”. 

He knows this will increase her torment and the pressure in her body, but he wants the excuse to punish her if she spills any of the liquid churning around inside her.  She slowly gets down on her hands and knees and crawls to the bathroom where he hears her crying again as she expels the liquid from her body.  He gives her a few minutes then goes into the bathroom, where he turns the shower on and orders her to “attach” herself to the wall. 

She obeys immediately, there are clips glued to the shower wall that she must attach herself to every time he showers her.  He likes to make sure she is properly clean inside and out, so she does not shower herself. She opens the clips that are the same height as her tits and puts her nipples in them, she attaches her pussy lips to more clips and then she sticks her tongue out and clips that also.  She raises her hands above her head and he cuffs them to a hook in the ceiling.  She is not able to move away from him washing her while she is attached to the wall, and as she does not particularly enjoy him cleaning her, this suits him fine. 

He scrubs her down with a bristled shower brush, which makes her skin glow red.  She moans but keeps still, until he pulls out the soap rod and slides it into her ass.  He makes his own soap to clean her with, and the soap rods he makes start out at 9 inches long and 6 inches round.  The rod he is using today is a new one, so her ass is stretched while he slides it in and out of her.  She is moaning louder now at the large object inside her and tries to pull away, which yanks all of the clips attached to her, making her eyes well up again. 

He slides the soap out of her ass and directs the shower nozzle to wash away the suds.  He then slides three fingers into her pussy, twisting them round as if he is trying to scrape her insides out.  She cries out at the pain but keeps still, he takes his fingers out and washes them, then repeats the process again.  His cock has become hard and so he undresses and hops into the shower, slides his cock into her ass and pounds it hard until he shoots his cum deep inside her. 

He withdraws and cleans her again with the soap rod.  She has not come yet, but if she is good at the dinner party tonight he will reward her with an orgasm.

To be continued….

                   The Dinner Party Pt 2

Chapter 1 was set as one part from slave’s point of view, and the next part
from her Master’s…. however this part of the story is all from slave’s side
of things, as she is the one enduring the torments and punishments of the
dinner party…. Enjoy.

***

Master has let me sleep this afternoon in readiness for what I will go
through tonight.  Unfortunately the time has arrived all too soon for me to
be prepared for his guests.  He has erected a wooden X by the front door and
he bounds me to this with rope.  I have a dental gag in my mouth and a
posture collar on so I can’t move my head. A container of mean looking
alligator clips with hooks on the ends sits on the table next to me, I don’t
even want to imagine what they might be for. The doorbell rings and the
first couple enter, I am relieved to see it isn’t the Tipton’s.  They have
brought their own slave to help with the entertainment tonight, whom they
order to her hands and knees beside me, she has to poke her tongue out and
they attach a clip to her tongue.  They tell her that she is the keyholder
for the guests and her Master hangs his keys on the hook. They then turn
their attentions on me and tell Master that I make a very attractive coat
rack indeed.  Now I know what the clips are for and I know I am not going to
like it one little bit.  The man takes a clip and stands before me with a
mean gleam in his eyes, I know he is trying to decide where to put the clip
so that it will cause a lot of pain over the time it will be attached to me.
  He decides on the tender skin of my underarm and the clip bites into my
flesh.  He hangs his coat on the clip and stands back to admire his
handiwork.  The pain isn’t too bad but I know it is going to get that much
worse.  Master leans over and whispers in my ear, “10 lashes for every
scream that comes out of your mouth while you are my coat rack.”    His wife
puts her clip onto one nipple just as the doorbell rings again, I moan as
the clip’s teeth cut into my nipple and again at the weight of her coat
hanging on the clip.  The next couple enters and my hope flares as I realise
it isn’t the Tipton’s.  Within the next 20 minutes two more couples arrive,
and I now have clips hanging off my tongue, both nipples, both underarms,
both pussy lips and one earlobe.  I am trembling and can feel sweat running
down my back, but I haven’t screamed yet and Master is looking very pleased.
  The doorbell chimes again and Master looks at me, “Ah our final guests
have arrived, let’s get this dinner party underway.”  He is watching me the
whole time as the door opens and the last couple enters, my heart sinks and
tears well in my eyes as I realise it is Harold and Margaret Tipton.  I know
that if I think I am in pain now, I am fooling myself. This dinner party is
going to get a whole lot more painful with this evil husband and wife
tag-team here, and they prove this is so by selecting my clit to attach
their clip onto - with both their coats hanging off the same clip.  The pain
is all consuming, the teeth of the clip are ripping into my tender clit, I
let out a small scream and Master shakes his head at me.  “Surely you aren’t
going to let her get away with an outburst like that?” Margaret Tipton asks
Master, “If she was mine she would have to count through 20 lashes for such
rudeness.”  “My dear Margaret,” Master consoles her, “the night is young and
I am sure my slave will live up to your expectations as the dinner party
progresses. I will be sure to punish her as I see fit after the party if her
outbursts continue.”  She doesn’t look too happy that I am getting away with
that little indiscretion, but keeps quiet and walks into the house.

***

The Tipton’s have brought their slave to the party as well, and she is
instructed to help me down from the cross.   She slowly releases the clips
one by one and I am trembling and moaning as the circulation returns to the
skin they were attached to.  “Sshhh,” she soothes quietly, “don’t let them
hear you.”  “SLUT!!” Margaret yells from behind the door, “I heard you
talking without permission, assume the position!”  Margaret’s slave
instantly drops to her knees with her hands behind her head and pokes out
her tongue.  Margaret comes back into the foyer with a malicious look on her
face.  “You thought I wouldn’t hear you talking slut?” she asks the poor
girl in front of her.  The girl shakes her head ‘no’.  Margaret goes out to
her car and brings in a length of bamboo and a clamp, “Poke that dirty
tongue out further you disobedient little bitch” she orders, then fastens
the clamp onto the girl’s tongue and pulls it out as far as it will go. 
Tears well in the girl’s eyes before Margaret brings the cane down across
her tongue.  The girl jumps but doesn’t utter a sound, tears streaming down
her cheeks. “You know what happens if you cry out, don’t you?” Margaret
demands.  Her slave nods as again the cane bites into her tongue, and again
she is silent.  Three more strokes are delivered and the girl is sobbing
silently, her tongue is swollen and red.  Margaret pulls the clamp off
roughly, “I hope you have learned your lesson, do not speak again without
permission.”  The girl nods. “What do you say you disobedient little slut?”
Margaret demands.  “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress for teaching me
obedience”, the girl lisps.  “Now finish getting the entertainment ready and
then bring her and the other slave into the dining room,” she orders her,
before walking over to me and running the cane over my breasts, “I am
looking forward to the entertainment tonight,” she tells me, running her
tongue over her lips, “and I am going to bargain with your Master to take
you home tonight.”  With that she delivers one sharp blow over my breasts
and turns to walk back into the house.  I start crying not only at the line
of fire across my chest, but at the thought of being this woman’s slave. Her
slave shakes her head to warn me that Margaret might be lurking again and
hear me.  I stifle my sobs and concentrate on trying not to cry out as the
clips are removed from my tongue and my aching clit.  I am filled with dread
at what my Master has planned for the night, and what the Tipton’s will do
to me if I am to be their slave for a month.

***


I am tied spread-eagled on the dining room table, Margaret is pouting as she
is disappointed that we are not playing the spin-the-arrow game tonight. 
She was hoping the arrow would be pinned into my stomach and be spun that
way.  The woman really is sadistic, however she cheers up as her slave
wheels in a trolley with various containers on top.  There are needles, ice
cubes, dildo’s, clamps, clips and a whole array of other torture instruments
on there, and I start shaking just from thinking about what these people are
going to do to me.  The other slave starts bringing out food on platters,
which is then transferred to my body.  I have hot slices of meat and gravy
piled on my breasts and down my thighs, mashed potatoes are heaped on my
stomach and a serving dish is placed over my mouth to hold the vegetables. 
“Help yourselves,” my Master says, and everyone starts digging in – with
their forks.  I am being stabbed with the forks as they spear the meat and
scoop the potatoes, my breasts are not only burning from the hot food but
from the sharp fork tines as they pierce my flesh.  I jump and almost lose
the serving dish over my mouth as someone spears a piece of meat off one
thigh, Master leans over and whispers in my ear, “I will not be pleased if
you spill any food, and maybe I would let Margaret decide the punishment if
you do.”  The thought is enough to keep me still as the dinner guests eat
off me.  The first course is finished and Margaret’s slave washes me down as
dessert is brought out.  Master has made some devices made of metal that fit
over my breasts like tubes, in order to get them on he attaches a vacuum
seal to my breasts to pull them out, then the clips on the tubes.  My
breasts are then pulled out and down the tubes with about half of the tube
left empty at the end.  He puts these on my breasts and pours the fresh
fruit for dessert into them, one of the guests tells him that they are the
loveliest serving dishes she has ever seen and I see him smile with
pleasure.  My legs are untied and then retied either side of my head, so my
ass and pussy are in the air.  A funnel is inserted into my pussy and melted
chocolate is poured into the funnel, then the funnel is removed.  My pussy
is now, in effect, a fondue pot.  Master gives each of the guests a skewer
to eat with and then steps back as his guests begin dessert.  They first
skewer a piece of fruit from my breasts, and then dip it into the chocolate
in my pussy.  This is ok until the fruit is almost gone and they are
stabbing their skewers down the tubes to get to the remaining fruit.  My
nipples and breasts are being stabbed and I am having a hard time trying not
to cry out.  Margaret in particular is very vicious, and also delights in
scooping out the last of the chocolate out of my pussy with her skewer
poking out the side of her piece of fruit, so it scrapes the inside of me. 
Finally the meal is over and I am cleaned up ready for the next part of the
night’s entertainment.  Master produces some dice that he has made and
explains to the guests how they work.  There are three dice – one has
numbers on it, one has body parts, and one has an instrument or object.  He
explains that they throw each dice and may do whatever it lands on to me for
the specified amount of time on the first dice (the numbers being minutes). 
For example, he says that if the first dice lands on a 6, the second dice
lands on breasts and the third dice lands on whip, then that person is
allowed to whip my breasts for 6 minutes, as hard as they like and wherever
on my breasts they like.  He tells the guests that they are only limited by
their imagination about how to get the best use out of their turn with me. 
Margaret’s eyes are gleaming and I am not happy when Master says that she
may roll the dice first.


To be continued…..