Just a visit to the beach …

This story is a complete work of fiction.  It has been written by a real life Master and slave couple. The structure is intended to reflect the alternate dom and sub view on an interesting scenario as our heroine, Ev, is introduced to slavery …Enjoy, and please let us know what you thought.

PART 1

Master (1) …

I sat watching her walk leisurely over to a clear space on the beach, or rather watching her ass, thinking how great it will be when she slips out of the short denim micro skirt currently covering no more than was absolutely necessary of what was one hot, sexy body.

She was about 5 feet 4, slender and firm with shoulder length dark hair. Her hair looked like it was naturally black and streaked with a lighter brown but, although the spot she had selected was no more than ten metres away from my own space, it was hard to be sure on the exact colouring. She was obviously part oriental, an element that crowned her hot, exotic look.

Shit, today was supposed to be a day of rest for me, down here on the beach on my own, but now I had a subject to gaze upon and moreover I needed to think hard about how I could get to meet her. I watched as her towel fell to the floor along with her bag. The expectation of what would come next was already causing my cock to strain against the fabric of my shorts.

Then she did it. My eyes were transfixed as she pushed the button fastenings free, gave a seductive little wiggle and shrugged the skirt away from her skin. My vision had not been wrong. There facing me was the tightest pert, little ass I had ever seen, covered in a miniscule way by a bright red thong bikini bottom.

“Simon,” I said to myself, “you have struck gold here.”

I lay down on my side facing her and propped my head up on my elbow. Unwittingly she continued her striptease by gripping the sides of her sweatshirt and pulled it up and over her head. I was momentarily breathless. Her upper half matched her bottom half in terms of my vision. Perfectly proportioned breasts covered by the red strings and material of a matching skimpy bikini top. She looked around the beach letting the sea breeze blow her hair exquisitely over her face. She seemed like the last person who would be willing to submit to the dominating whims of another … I hoped I was wrong!

It was time for her to settle into a tanning position and so I continued to watch as she sat down on the sand. Briefly she removed her sun glasses and it was then that our eyes met. It was then that I knew. It was then that my straining erection grew even more solid.

I smiled and she smiled back with a glint in her eyes. Beautiful!  Then she turned away and stretched her body out face up to let the sun do its job.

I ogled the length of her legs as I could now see them all the way from the slim ankles up to the toned calves. She lay in a manner which left her thighs parted slightly and I began to imagine myself positioned between them. Fuck, I needed to release my ever burgeoning cock … this girl was making me ache. 

I let out a small sigh as I realised how horny this had made me. Maybe I sighed too hard, because as the noise I made subsided her legs shifted slightly.  I turned away in case she looked around.  I didn't want to be caught transfixed by the sleek toned curves of her smooth legs and thighs … just yet!

I decided to take in some sun for a while also and so I stripped off my T shirt and, letting my sun glasses take the glare, lay down on my back. It had been a hard week and so I must have drifted off into a light sleep because my subconscious was awoken by a shadow.

I opened my eyes with a start and stared up at the sight before me. The girl of my dreams was staring straight down at me. She had removed her glasses and I found myself looking back into a pair of stunning dark brown eyes.

As soon as I met her gaze she averted her eyes slightly and I smiled knowing this was the moment, the moment where I made a meaningful connection. The intensity of her, now averted, eyes combined with her apparent embarrassment when I looked directly back at her told me that she would submit to me, it was just a case of working out how, when and where.

It was probably too obvious but being faced with such a wealth of naked flesh my eyes traced the curves of her legs to the edge of her bikini, and round the sides to her small tight ass. The skimpy nature of her attire revealed her flat stomach and studded belly button and went on to highlight the shape of her firm pert breasts perfectly. Now I really was hard and, although she hadn’t demonstrated her awareness of the fact, it must have been only too obvious.

It was then I realised that we had been looking at one another for an unusual period of time without speaking. Typically, as I opened my mouth to break the silence, the girl before me spoke.

Slut (1) …

It was unusually warm for an early November day, and after a long week of reading, writing, and studying, I decided to treat myself to an hour or so at the beach.  And since the summer rays would soon be replaced with winter gloom, I wore the smallest bikini I owned, a red thong and string top, with little triangles to cover my breasts.  If only my mom could see this, she would go nuts.

I was raised in a very conservative Chinese home, both my parents born in Taiwan.  We lived in Southern California where almost everything went, yet I was not allowed to date until my senior year, and even then only the prom and winter formal, and only with a Chinese boy.  No ear piercing, no sexy clothes, no nothing that would shame their conservative values.

The moment I arrived at Cal, things changed.  I knew it would not please my parents, but within days of settling into the dorms, and with the support of my new friends, I spent a bundle of my hard earned money on new clothes, hoops and dangles for my newly pierced ears, and a visit to the hairstylist to accent my otherwise black and boring hair. 

I drove to the beach, my bikini covered with a sweat shirt and short skirt.  There were not many on the sand, so finding a place to park was easy, and in short order I was feeling the warm sand between my toes.  It felt so good.  I looked left and right of the unoccupied lifeguard tower, and decided to go left, where a single guy was stretched out on the sand.  All right, I admit it!  I would enjoy taking off the skirt and top and showing off my slim figure and he would be my audience of one.

He was sitting on his towel, gazing westward into the surf, but he had noticed me, I was sure, so time for the show.  Slowly I dropped the skirt, wiggled a little for effect, and then thought to myself, what a joke!  Here I was, 21, 3rd year at Cal, still a virgin, and shaking my ass like I was looking for action. 

He wasn’t shy and was clearly enjoying the show, reclining with his head propped up to get a good view.  Why not give it to him?  I pulled the sweatshirt slowly and enticingly over my head, shook my hair in the cool breeze and gave him a slight smile, which he returned.  He looked a little older than me, a little overweight maybe, his hair perhaps shorter than I like, but what the hell.

I spread out my towel, bending over with my ass pointed in his direction, and lay down on my back to get some rays.

Master (2) …

 

“Hello,” she said. I smiled back. She was still unable to look me in the eye which made it even more likely that she was staring at my still growing erection.

“I hope you don’t mind me bothering you …”

Mind? I was delighted to make her acquaintance.

“… only I need to visit the restroom and don’t really want to take all my things with me. Would you keep your eye on them for me please?”

“Certainly I will,” I replied almost too enthusiastically.

“Thank you,” she smiled back, and what a beautiful smile it was, as she turned to walk away to the restroom in question. 

I watched her ass move in a most seductive manner and imagined her kneeling before me with her legs spread and her breasts thrust forward. So relentless was my cock as it pushed upwards that I decided to turn onto my stomach to avoid too much obvious embarrassment when she returned.

Keeping my eye on her things was no problem as the beach was not particularly busy and so my focus remained on her path back towards me. I did not want to miss a minute of her wiggling lasciviously across the sand. It seemed like an age but eventually she came out of the white painted building and started her walk back. It was a fine show and the skimpy garments did little to hide her obvious assets.

As I had hoped she headed for me and I found myself wondering whether this piece of desirable ass was still a virgin or not.

“Thank you,” she said, “I appreciate it as I was getting a little desperate if you know what I mean.”

“No problem,” I replied, sitting up relieved that my hard on was subsiding a little. “My name is Simon,” I held out my hand.

“Oh, hi Simon, my name is Evelyn, or Ev for short,” and to my delight she knelt down by my side in order to shake my hand.

“What are you doing down here, today,” she enquired, adding “on your own,” as an afterthought. She was clearly intent on extending the conversation and so I was only too happy to oblige.

Making sure I did not stare too brazenly at her chest I replied, “Just looking for some sun and a bit of peace of quiet.”

“Which I guess you were getting until I came along and disturbed you,” she quipped.

“Being disturbed by you is nothing but a pleasure, I can assure you.”

Upon hearing this Ev looked away a little embarrassed, but pleased, I think, none the less.

“What about you Ev, what are doing here, also … on your own.”

“Oh, er, likewise just looking for the final rays of the sun before the colder weather kicks in.”

Just then, unbelievably, I felt a few drops of rain. It would undoubtedly be nothing much but as the few drops turned into more drops a definite downpour was starting.

“Shit!” cried Ev, “We’ll get soaked.”

“Come on,” I said quickly jumping up and gathering my towel, “get your things and follow me.”

Without question, she ran delightfully back to her spot and quickly picked up her clothes, bag and towel and followed me into the dunes.

“Where are we going?” she enquired, “I have my car just a short distance away”.

“Over here.” Ignoring her statement about the car, I pointed to a small stone building well away from the main beach, “it’s the old lifeboat house; no-one uses it now so we can wait there until the rain stops.”

If anything it was raining even harder. I could not believe my luck!

Slut (2) …

I admit it!  I had been thinking about him, just a few feet away.  Too much study, too much school, not enough fun, and certainly not enough of the opposite sex.  I was friendly to all, but never had a serious boyfriend, and was still a virgin at 21.  That alone tells you more than enough about me!

Maybe five minutes passed, and being late in the day, the winds began to kick up and the sun was partly hidden behind a bank of clouds that seemed to come out of nowhere.  The feel of the cooler air made me need to pee.  Ha ha ha, what a romantic I am!

I propped myself on my elbows, giving my smallish breasts a more visible profile, and when I saw him still looking at me. I stood up, walked over and innocently said, “Hello.” 

He looked directly at me, with unblinking and piercing blue eyes.  I could not help noticing his quickly growing hard on and I admit it made me feel good that some guy found me attractive.

But I still had to pee so I asked him to please watch my stuff and he pleasantly agreed and flashed me a cute smile, which I returned.  I headed off to the public restrooms, and could not help but walk like a model, one foot in front of the other, accentuating my slim hips, giving him an eyeful. 

After relieving myself, I decided to tie the bikini thong just a little tighter and the top just a little looser, and swayed my way back to Mr. Cute and my beach towel and bag. He had turned over onto his stomach and was gazing in my direction, so I gave him another free show and at the last moment, decided to walk over to him to give a more personable and direct thank you.

He introduced himself as Simon and gallantly held out his hand to shake.  It seemed awkward to remain standing, so I knelt down by his towel and introduced myself.  Why was he alone, I wondered?

An exec taking the afternoon off? Probably had a Porsche and sexy blond wife or girlfriend. 

I had an old VW bug and was an Asian co-ed with far more debts than savings in the bank.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I just came out and asked him what he was doing down here at the beach on a November afternoon.  I actually do not recall his exact words, because his eyes continued to transfix me.  Something about peace and quiet and sun.

I tried to keep things light by suggesting that I had probably spoiled his rest and disturbed his peace.  But like a true gentleman he said, “Being disturbed by you is nothing but a pleasure, I can assure you.”

How sweet, I thought and my cheeks began to burn slightly and I could feel my tits swelling.  He asked what I was doing here alone and I mumbled something about getting some rays before the winter weather set in.  And just like that, a few drops began to fall from the sky.  I had not noticed the ever darkening clouds become so ominous, and in moments it was pouring.

I cried out like a damsel in distress, and like a super hero, he swooped up his towel and then mine and ordered me to follow him.  Well, maybe “ordered” is too strong, but I obeyed without a second thought.  I grabbed my clothes and bag and as I followed him away from the direction of my car, I thought, “This is crazy! I need to go in the other direction and get back to my apartment.”

I asked him where we were going, seeing nothing but sand dunes and an empty cement shelter.  Oh, well, I thought, nothing much can happen out here and besides, the rain was soaking us from head to toe.  In order to be heard above the rainfall he shouted that the shelter was an old lifeboat house that was now empty.  It had several openings where glass windows used to protect the interior from the wind, sand, and rain, but they were now broken.  So like his puppy dog, I followed him inside.

When we finally arrived, I was panting a little.  It was a long run, well longer than I was used to, and I certainly did not get much exercise as a full time student.  He seemed in great shape, however.  I was also shivering in the late afternoon, now soaking wet, with no sun to warm me.  And he noticed.

“Hey, I have a dry sweater,” as he opened his bag, and pulled it out, along with his t-shirt.  “Let me help you get it on.  You look cold.”  I couldn’t deny that I was freezing.  And then things got interesting.

Despite us having a towel each he began to rub his t-shirt around my body, absorbing the water, and then he asked me to raise my arms so he could slip on the sweater.  I told him I could put it on myself and he declined, again telling me to raise my arms, so I did. As the sweater passed over my head and down my torso, falling well below my waist, he looked me directly in the eyes and I felt his hands under the sweater, reaching for my bikini top.

“Let’s get this off,” he said.  “It’s wet and it will just make you colder.”

“No, that’s ok,” I spluttered, but he insisted again and so I let him untie the back and pull the bikini out from underneath the sweater.

“Does that feel better?” he asked, dropping my bikini top to the ground.

“Uh, yes,” I mumbled, unable to hold his gaze.  He was in control, not me.  I was simply obeying.  He was so close, and then I felt him reach under the sweater and begin to tug on my bikini thong.  I tried to step back, and made a small gasp of protest, but no words would come.

“Hey, relax,” he said.  “You’ll feel better without these wet things on.  Lift your leg,” and I obeyed, first one leg, then the other, and then he held the thong up to his face, smelling the dampness, and knowing!  Knowing that it was not just rain water. 

I was oozing juice and unable to control myself!

Master (3) …

I had her where I wanted. The small building was run down, deserted and the weather outside, which looked set for the foreseeable future, meant that no one else was anywhere near us. I could not believe that she had let me remove her bikini top quite so easily and was lost for words as I held her wet thong up letting the rainwater drip to the dusty, sandy floor.

I didn’t mean to hold it quite so near to my face as I am sure that Ev thought I was trying to inhale the aroma, which wasn’t my initial intention. However, having it in such clear proximity allowed me to sense the strong smell of sex and, as I looked directly at her and smiled, she looked away as if she had realised my discovery. I dropped the thong onto the top of her bag and towel. I didn’t want to get it too dirty as we might have a use for it later.

So, there we were. Me, dressed only in my shorts, hard on raging once more, and the lovely Ev wearing my sweat shirt which was attire that covered her, but only just. Any slight bend forward would have revealed those beautiful ass cheeks in all their glory.

“Shit Ev that was some sudden downpour.”

“Er … yes it was,” she seemed a little nervous.

“What shall we do now,” Ev asked, as I had turned and walked to the back of the hut, leaving her alone for a moment. I noticed Ev turn away, walk towards the other side of the shack, and as she did, she caught sight of her reflection in an old, long part broken mirror standing in the nearest corner. I smiled as she paused, and then took a step closer, seemingly transfixed by her own, undeniably sexy, reflection.

My cock ached as I too looked upon her slim figure, covered only by my sweatshirt. As I followed her toned legs from the ankle upwards I was mesmerised by the way they disappeared into the bottom of my top. The water that had been left on her skin was also starting to soak through a little and her long, now tousled still damp hair completed the look. It was a look that made me feel that I had to have her.

“How long do you think we will be here … Simon,” she asked me. It was good to hear her say my name although I sensed that she nearly called me something else.  She was looking at some eyebolts attached to the wall.

“I have no idea, Ev,” I replied looking out of the back through the space where a glass window had once been, “sometime though I would think.”

“Oh,” she replied somewhat aimlessly. It wasn’t clear whether she meant ‘oh good we’ll have more time together’, or ‘oh, shit I need to get away’.  “What do you think these were for?” she asked innocently. 

“Not sure, probably to hold some oars or lifeboats or whatever,” and then it hit me, this is really your lucky day, Simon!

“Shall we play a game Ev?” I asked her.

“Huh?”

“Shall we play a game to pass the time?”

“Oh, okay, what do you have in mind?”

“Here we go”, I thought. “It’s all or nothing now”.

“I will ask you a series of questions and you need to answer me honestly and follow each answer with the title, Sir. Then when I have had my turn of, say twenty questions, you can ask me questions. Understand?”

Er … yes I think so.”

”Yes I think so … what?”

She looked back quizzically.

“Sir,” I pointed out, “Yes I think so, Sir.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” she replied.

She moved to lean with her back against the old white plaster of the building and shifted her right leg so that the sole of her foot was flat against the wall. This made her leg stick out and had the effect of making my sweat top ride a little higher. Ev had not realised but the show just got hotter.

“Okay then here goes.”

“What is your name?”

“Evelyn Wang …” she replied. I raised my eyebrows.

“Sir … sorry.” She held her eyes downcast. Perfect.

“Are you a student?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What are you studying?”

”Sociology, Sir.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty one, Sir.”

“Have you ever been tied up?”

“Huh?” the sudden change in question style had clearly shaken her.

“Answer me, Ev.”

“Oh, um, well yes … sort of, Sir”

“Describe it for me.” I realised that this last question became more of an order, but Ev continued none the less.

“Well, I kind of tied myself up, Sir, just around my ankles and thighs, Sir.”

She was using the word Sir mid sentence now, this girl was a natural.

“Why?”

“Oh, well it was to keep the ice in my, uh, my vagina, Sir.”

“Do you mean your pussy, Ev?”

“Oh, er yes …Sir.”

“Why did you put ice in your pussy?” My cock was almost splitting the seam of my shorts, she was one hot chick. Ev had maintained her pose at the wall but had now started to play with her long hair, winding strands nervously around her finger whilst looking directly at the floor.

“I … er … wanted to see what it felt like, Sir.”

“Did you cum?”

“Yes, Sir, twice, Sir.”

Fuck, this was hot.

“Did you like being tied up?”

“Kind of, Sir, I found it sort of … well, sexy, Sir.”

“Look at me Ev.” She moved her eyes towards me slowly.  I had reached down and grabbed her bikini bottom and bra and I was gently tying one to her right wrist and the other to her left.  “Do you like this game, Ev?”

“I … er, don’t know Sir.”

I began to back her towards the eyebolts embedded in the wall. If she was going to protest, now would be the time. 

“Sir?” she asked, “What are you doing?”

“I just want to give you the experience, take in the view a little myself and then release you. Maybe even the rain will have stopped by then, who knows.”  While I spoke I was tying her wrists to the bolts.  She wasn’t going anywhere unless I released her. 

“I … I don’t know Simon, I’m not sure I want to do this.”

“Okay Ev, up to you but hey what else is there to do and will you ever get the chance again? Admit it; it’s quite exciting isn’t it?”

“Erm, well yes, I suppose so,” she acknowledged.

“And, Ev, don’t forget the game demands that you call me Sir.”

She nodded and smiled.

“Yes … I understand …Sir.”

As her wrists were clicked tied into place I stepped back to admire the view. I smiled as I saw how much my sweat top had ridden up her glorious thighs. The stretch of her arms meant that the material now covered no more than down to her hips and her shaven pussy had come gloriously, openly and fully into view.

Ev realised what had happened and immediately began to protest.

“Simon, this is no longer fun. You have admired the view, now release me. I need to get home.”

It was about 3 in the afternoon and, although I knew that the light would only last a couple more hours there was no immediate hurry.

“Calm down my pretty one,” I said gently, “there’s no rush”.

Slut (3) …

“What have I gotten myself into?” I thought.  “What is it about Simon that makes me reveal things I have told no other person in the world?  And am I nuts allowing him to tie me up like this in an abandoned shelter, without even a word of protest?”

“…there’s no rush,” I heard him say, and his hands began to explore beneath the sweatshirt.  I could not hold his gaze, as he looked me in the eyes, and fondled my breasts and I began to pant.  “Sir,” I whispered.

“Yes, slut, what do you want?” he asked

“Please, Sir.”

“Please let me go, Sir,” I whispered and then gasped, as his hand cupped my sex and his fingers probed around the outer slit of my pussy. I found it difficult to hold his gaze as he pierced me with his deep, blue eyes.

“Your body tells me the truth, Ev.  Your words do not.  Let’s play some more of our 20 question game.  Shall we?”

I wasn’t concentrating enough to spot his question and soon felt his grip on my pussy tighten. “Well, shall we?”

“Y …yes Sir,” I mumbled.

“Are you a virgin?”

Despite the dramatic way my situation had developed over the past ten minutes I still found this question stunningly intrusive and could not answer. I felt his grip get even more agonising and so, gasping, I said, “Yes, Sir.”

“Really? So how is it that a 21 year old girl as beautiful and sexy as you is still a virgin?  Do you prefer girls, slut?”

I couldn’t believe it now he was calling me slut and accusing me of being a lesbian.

“No, Sir, it’s just that, aghhhh,” I exhaled as his finger touched my clit and I felt him scratch it with his nail.

“Continue, slut Ev,” he ordered.

I was now living an emotional mix of fear and excitement and so haltingly I said, “I just … never … it just never happened, Sir …my parents…”

“What about your parents, slut?”

This was getting really scary now and I could feel tears welling in my eyes.

“They raised me to be a good Asian daughter, obedient, conservative, study all the time, no dating, no dances, …”  I paused, breathing deeply, my eyes closed as he began to intensify his attack on my nipples with one hand whilst ensuring that my clit was in a high state of arousal with the other.

“What else, slut?” he spoke quietly. I felt compelled to continue.

“No boyfriend, no ear piercing, no dressing provocatively or anything like that, Sir.”

“But your ear is pierced now, slut,” he noted, as one hand began to tug on my hoop earring.  “Why is that?”

“Because as soon as I got to college, I had it done and they couldn’t do anything about it, Sir.”

“And why did you have it pierced, slut?”

“Because all girls have their ears pierced, Sir.”

“And why do you think that is the case, slut?”

“Because it makes us look more attractive, Sir.”

“Yes, but why do you wear hoops instead of studs or dangling earrings, slut?”

Very quietly she said, “Because I am a kajira, Sir.”

To be continued …

Just a visit to the beach …

This story is a complete work of fiction.  It has been written by a real life Master and slave couple. The structure is intended to reflect the alternate dom and sub view on an interesting scenario as our heroine, Ev, is introduced to slavery …Enjoy, and please let us know what you thought.

PART 2

Master (4) … 

She was tied up right there on the wall in front of me. I had missed out on my rest and relaxation on the beach, but, hey, this was just perfect. Ev, or slut Ev, as I now started to call her, was absolutely gorgeous and, unbelievably, wanted to be my slave, or kajira, as she had just referred to it.

 

Her pussy was dripping juice but upon hearing the ‘k’ word I stopped my ministrations and stepped away from her body. Looking her dishevelled state up and down from toe to head and back again my cock just ached to relieve her of the burden of her virginity.

 

“You are a kajira are you Ev?” 

“Yes,Sir,” she mumbled in reply.

 

“So who owns you then little white silk slave?”

 

She just looked back at me, directly this time, as if to say ‘I want you to own me Simon … Sir … Master.’ 

“You are beautiful,” I said.

 

“I am afraid,” she replied. 

“Why?” I said. 

“Because of what you might do to me.” 

“What might I do to you,” I teased. 

“You might take me or hurt me or …” 

“…or do anything I like eh?” 

She nodded. I glanced out of the window and saw the rain pouring down still.

“Okay slut, let me give you a chance.” 

“Sir?” 

“I will change the nature of the game now.” Although I said this, our little scenario had moved way beyond a game already. “If you do what I say then I will treat you well.”

 

“Yes, Master.” I was Master now, this was progress.

 

“You will obey slut,” I restated.

 

“Yes, Master,” she said again. 

“Remove my sweat top.” 

She looked up, questions in her eyes.

 

“Are you a docile slave?” I asked. 

“Yes, Master,” she repeated. 

“Then remove the sweat top.” 

“Please … I cannot … I …” 

“Why are you not being co-operative slave?” 

“I cannot Master,” she whispered, “I am …” 

“I want you naked kajira, strip it off now!” I raised my voice a little, fighting the need just to fuck her there and then.

 

Of course she couldn’t as her arms were held high and tight. More secure now that the wet bikini had dried around her skin. I could see that the material was digging into her flesh and I smiled. 

“You are a rebellious slave,” I mocked. 

“But Master …” 

I walked back to our bags and picked up my towel. It was still soaked from the rain and so just right for what I had in mind. I returned to Ev and I think she realised my intention as she cried out. 

“No, please Master … aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” 

I flicked the towel out and struck her cutting into the front of her thighs. A second stroke cut across her pierced belly button and took the wind out of her. 

“Now strip naked kajira,” I ordered. A tear spilled onto her cheek.

 

“I …cannot Master.” 

“Then you will be beaten.” 

“Nooooooooooo!” another cock erecting cry issued forth, as the end of the towel flicked against her pussy just nicking her erect clitoris. I saw her body convulse and marvelled as this attack on her groin seemed to spark intense stimulation in my lovely slut.

 

“Do you want to cum Ev,” I teased moving my hand down between her legs once more. The fact that she made no attempt to close her thighs gave me my answer but to be sure she whispered, 

“Yes Master …yes please.” 

I wanted to fuck her so badly but I also wanted to prolong our session and knew it would be all the sweeter for me if she were still being disciplined after having had an orgasm. The sensitivity of her pussy would be extreme. I would let her cum I decided. 

I moved near to her, my face almost opposite hers. Lowering my mouth I kissed her hard, savagely opening her mouth so that her tongue could mix with mine. I moved my fingers to her pussy and stroked the slit, teasing her, arousing her even more. 

Tearing her mouth from mine she moaned breathlessly “Oh, Sir … Master, please!” 

“I will my slave, I will.” 
 
I slipped two fingers inside Ev’s pussy and began to rub her blood engorged clit with my thumb. She replaced her mouth on mine as her body danced wildly against the cold stone of the boathouse.

I prolonged her climax for as long as I could but her clit was now so erect that any touch would have brought her off. Of course, I obliged. 

“Are you ready to cum, slut?” 
 
”Oh, yes, Master,” she groaned once more. 

“Then ask me” 

“Please let me cum, Master.” 
 
”Beg me …” 
 
”Master, I beg of you please finish me off.” 
 
I laughed and began to circle my thumb against her clit.

 

It was enough. Evelyn Wang, student, 21 years old and bound to the walls of an old boathouse stopped fighting to prolong her ecstasy and writhed to my latest touch.  I reached up with my free hand and twisted her nipple.

 

She screamed as a series of shattering orgasms swept through her yelling out a desire to be owned as her orgasm peaked and she slipped into a state of blissful satisfaction.

 

She now hung exhausted against the wall. With a great effort she forced her head up, looked me in the eye and whispered,

 

“Thank you, Master.” 

Slut (4) … 

What has come over me?  I just thanked him for making me beg, humiliating me, revealing my deepest and darkest secrets and finger fucking me to orgasm!  And when I told him I was a kajira, he even knew what that was! 

When I was a teenage girl, I read the books by John Norman.  His science fiction stories were about an imaginary world called Gor, where most women were slaves, called kajira. 

I was passing by a stack of used paperbacks one day and the picture on the front, of a beautiful woman, chained, nearly naked, and in a submissive posture fascinated me. 

 

I picked it up and knew I had to buy and read it.  And I did, and bought and read all the books he wrote that I could find.  I did not understand why my body reacted the way it did when I read about this strange world, why juice leaked from my pussy, but now I do. 

I dreamed that slavers came and took me to Gor, where I would have my ears pierced, be branded, and serve men.

   

Ear piercing, on Gor, is considered the ultimate degradation.  And when my parents denied my request to get my ears pierced, I argued and argued but to no avail.  On Gor, a girl would beg to not have her ears pierced, while I was begging my parents to allow me to get mine pierced.

   

I memorized this passage from one of the books: 

‘The girl’s lovely ears have been literally pierced; the penetrability of her sweet flesh is thus brazenly advertised upon her very body, a proclamation of her ready vulnerability, in incitement to male rape. And when she wears the earrings, he can see the metal disappearing in the softness of her ear, literally fixed within it. Her flesh is doubly penetrated, her softness about the intruding metal, before his very eyes. The wire loop, too, or rod, when it emerges from the ear and, by one device or another, fastens the ring upon her, may suggest her bondage.’

   

I had these words on a 3 by 5 card, tucked in my school notebook.  I read them a thousand times.  So within days of going to college, I had mine pierced, and wore hoops almost exclusively. 

In my mind, the hoop symbolized my “hole”, and my desire to be used. And not long ago, I added a belly button piercing, another outward sign of my desire to be sexy, attractive, and then fucked.  Yet, I did not date very much and was still a virgin despite being 21.  I guess my respect for my culture and my parents was more powerful than my sexual desires. 

 

And then suddenly, on this unplanned trip to the beach on a November afternoon, here I was, in my own personal Gor, and, unbelievably with a man that shared my fascination. I was helplessly tied to a cement wall, all but naked, and exhausted from writhing under the probing fingers of my captor.  I had to fight back! 

Gathering what little strength I had at this point, I yelled at him, “Now let me go!  You’ve had your fun.  I am going to yell for help if you don’t release me this very moment.” 

 

He looked at me with a smile on his face, and then the smile disappeared. 

Master (5) … 

“Let you go; oh no slut, no way, now I am going to fuck you!” 

I let the words sink in. I received neither objection nor consent but I sensed that Ev desired something. She was bound at my mercy after all and a wannabe slave, surely she had to want me.

Maybe I was arrogant but I sensed that Ev found me attractive. Despite the physical dominance of a Gorean Master there had to be an attraction there in order for the relationship to work properly and I sensed that Ev might willingly give her virginity to me.

I hoped so because she was the hottest chick that I had been so close to fucking for a long time.

 

“So, kajira?” I stated. 

“Y … yes Master,” she replied. 

“Are you white or red slik?” 

“W … white, Master.”

 

I smiled. 

“Okay then slave, turn yourself around and twist your arms so that you are facing the wall.” 

She did as she was told twisting her almost naked body whilst I slipped off my shorts and readied myself for Ev’s deflowering.

 

I moved closer to her and gazed down upon the glorious nature of Ev’s ass facing me.

 

“Oh, Simon … Sir … Master!” 

I felt that she was shocked to feel the warm shape of my fully erect penis at the mouth of her sex.

 

“Do you want me, Ev?” 

"Well Ev? I’m waiting."

 

“But Master I have just cum, I cannot …” 

“Selfish slave, this is not about you, it is about you pleasing me. I see that you will need to be subjected to much discipline in the future but for now I want to fuck you. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes Master …” 

“Good!”

I interrupted her musings, rubbing myself deliciously against her feeling the anticipation that was building once more inside my slave. I reached between her legs and began to touch her again, all the while keeping myself poised and ready. Her legs almost buckled as she started to soar.

"Poor Ev, it's all so confusing for you. I know you want more of this." I replaced my fingers with my manhood and slid myself inside her someway, barely enough to matter to me, but enough to elicit a deep moan from my slave.

 

"And then again we could do this the difficult way." I withdrew and moved so only my hands remained on her hips. "Which is it going to be?" 

"Don't … don’t hurt me." 

It was a rather futile attempt on her part. She knew this was something that I was going to do regardless of her consent or enjoyment. However, she had to consider the fact that I was making her want it.

 

“Don’t hurt me please,” she begged again.

I surprised myself that I didn’t laugh at her plea; instead I simply regarded this lovely creature before me. Her hair had fallen over her face and shoulders and I was unable to see her, even to gauge whether she meant it sincerely or spoke so because she felt duty bound to display her reluctance and never admit to the wanting. My restraint was waning and I was unsure how much longer I could hold out.

I rubbed myself against her once more, coating my entire exposed self with her amply flowing juice. I played with her clitoral nub, rubbing firmly and slowly, then faster. I held myself at her opening, waiting for her. Her breathing began to increase once more, and she started to wriggle her hips deliciously. With every movement I was sure she could feel me pressing further into her.

She pushed back and suddenly I was deep inside her. My fingers continued to play on her engorged flesh, whirling her forwards on a wave of oblivion.  Ev was no longer in control.

I sensed this and smiled as I knew that she was incapable of more coherent consent. She was not objecting, and she seemed to be vocally enjoying herself at least. I had held myself long enough and as I felt her muscles begin their ascent towards climax I began to ease myself inside her more fully. Hoping that through the ecstasy of her own release she would be unaware of the pain I was about to cause.

 

Ev could do nothing but moan. I heard her gasp and a breath laden "No!" escaped her lips as I began to withdraw.

 

I had not pushed myself completely inside my slut as yet. No, I was savouring that moment when I buried myself as far as I could into her tight virgin womb. She was still wriggling around, still awaiting the next manifestation of her own release.

 

With gently controlled thrusts I moved back into her, a little more each time and then withdrawing, only to bring myself swiftly into the warmth of her pussy.  She moaned freely with each additional impalement, never too loud, almost ladylike in its crescendo. I finally found myself at Ev’s barrier. I felt her body stiffen somewhat as I grazed her hymen with my cock.

I felt her movements quicken deliciously and with her tight sheath contracting around me I drove into her. I felt her virgin entrance give way easily under my swift attack, and she seemed to barely notice any pain. I savoured the feeling of her quivering flesh around my impalement as I paused to let her adjust to my size. She was truly as magnificent as I had imagined. Her flesh sucked me in, capturing me inside her, and I shivered with pleasure as I felt a trickle of her juices run down along my thighs.

 

Despite her second orgasm in quick succession tears now flowed freely down her sweet cheeks and the sobbing convulsions that racked her body only served to heighten my ceaseless onslaught.

 

As I pushed finally past the last bastion of her maidenhead Ev had shuddered. Now, as I surged deeper and deeper into the depths of her pussy, her panic and pain became clearer and she screamed and screamed the agony of what she must have been feeling.

 

I exploded inside her and Ev wept as jet after jet of semen spurted freely, filling her completely.

 

“Oh, please Simon, no more. No more.” 

As my climax subsided I was certain that my slut must have hoped that the size of my cock would diminish, but it was not so and, without losing any of its size, I pulled the shaft almost savagely out of her, creating fresh spasms of agony for poor Ev, if her delicious body movements were to be believed.

I eased myself away from my beautiful captive and looked down upon her newly ravaged body. I saw a tinge of red running down her thighs, evidence, if any were needed, that she had indeed been a virgin.

 

This fact heightened my sense of conquest and, despite my recent satisfaction; I felt a twinge of desire raise its head once more. However, using my manhood again inside this poor gorgeous creature was out of the question, for a short time at least.

 

Unless ……… 
 

Slut (5) … 

Maybe I could have stopped the rape.  Maybe if I had yelled loud enough.  But in truth, I could not.  He was right.  It was in order to give him pleasure that I did not really protest, just a token “No” with not an ounce of conviction behind it. 

 

And now I was red silk - no longer a virgin. I began to cry in both pain and pleasure, acutely embarrassed by the fact that my virginity had gone and the finality that created.  Oh, fuck, I am not even on any type of birth control!  Now what! 

“You bastard,” I felt myself crying, “what if I get pregnant?”

 

Simon smiled at me with a gentleness that belied the savagery of the act he had just performed on me. 

“Don’t worry pretty one, we will get you a morning after pill and then you must seek proactive birth control. It is only by doing this that you will feel my seed surging through your body and not have to concern yourself with the consequences.”  

I felt him reaching up to untie my hands from the bolts, and I sagged into his arms.  I briefly felt the romance of the moment before he let me drop to the ground and snapped, 

“Nadu!” 

It took me a moment to remember what this meant, and so he barked again,  

“Nadu!” 

I rose from the ground, knelt back on my heels, knees wide, hands on my thighs, back straight, and head bowed.

 

“Head up,” he ordered, and I obeyed.

 

“You have not finished your duties, slave.  Worship my cock in your mouth and clean it well.”

I opened my mouth to accept his cock, covered in my juices and blood and his semen.  I thought I would gag, but he sensed my lack of confidence and spoke kindly.

 

“Is this your first time sucking a man’s cock?” 

I nodded, yes. 

“Then I will be merciful.  Open your mouth wide, and do not let your teeth touch my skin.  Relax and breathe through your nose. We will take it slowly.  That’s it.  Let your tongue caress my cock, clean it lovingly and slowly, take it deeper and deeper until…”

 

I couldn’t help it, I gagged and he pulled out immediately.  He paused for a moment to let me collect myself and then ordered me to open again, and this time I took his cock deeper, feeling it tickle the back of my throat, controlling the gagging reflex, and completing the task of cleaning his manhood. He held my head tight to his groin making sure I could savour the feel of him stretching my lips and scraping my throat.

 

I was grateful that I had only had to clean him and that he was not ejaculating directly into my mouth. He withdrew in the deepening darkness of the boat house, pulled me to my feet and hugged me close to his chest as I sobbed in gratitude and humiliation.

By now the rain was little more than a drizzle and there was more light coming in through the window holes.

   

“Let’s go,” he said, taking me by one hand. He collected his bag and mine, gathered up our towels and my bikini, and walked me from our shelter.  I was not thinking.  I was just following and obeying and felt totally dependent on his commands.  I can’t explain it to you any other way.

 

I wore only his sweatshirt and luckily the beach was not too populated following the rain, so there was no one bothered enough to witness the acute nature of my embarrassment as I pulled at the material to make sure it covered my ass and pussy.

   

He walked me back towards the line of parked cars. As we got nearer I could sense that he wasn’t going to ask me which car was mine which concerned me as I had assumed that I was about to be set free.

 

“Simon, this is my car just over there …”

 

He stopped me dead in my tracks and put his hand in my hair gripping hard enough to hurt but not to cause me to bend my body and reveal to anyone near by what was going on. His eyes looked angry and I was scared. 

“Slave, don’t you ever use my name without my permission. I am your Master and you are my worthless slut. Understand?” 

I nodded remembering through my fear to utter, “Y…yes Master.”

 

We continued past my car and to a large silver 4x4 of some sort. Here we stopped. This I gathered was his car. He clicked a button on his key fob and the back door flicked open. I was not secured in any way yet I stayed obediently by his side as he leaned and placed my bag with my things in it into the open space in his car!

 

I watched with some confusion as he took a small holdall style bag, opened it and then placed a length of small, bicycle style chain into it.  This was quickly followed by an unopened plastic package that said ‘luggage spider’ on it.

Finally he took out a pair of flat white pumps from my bag and placed them in his holdall. Simon (I was still using his name in my mind) then clicked the back door closed and went round to the passenger side front door. He leaned inside and opened the glove compartment. I could not see too clearly but I noticed him take out a padlock with a small key in the end and place it in his pocket. 

“You, slut, will carry this.” He handed me the bag which was heavier than its size would have suggested because of the chain that was inside.  I picked it up.

 

“Wait!”

I stopped. 

He reached down between my legs. I wanted to say stop, not here, not with people around, what are you doing? But I didn’t. I let him move the seam edge of the sweatshirt a little and wipe a streak of blood, pussy juice, and semen from my inner thighs.  He held it up to my lips and I took his finger and sucked it clean.

 

“Good slut.” He smiled, and I found myself being grateful for that smile. 

Then we set off back towards the boat house. I had honestly expected to be allowed to drive away but now my ordeal looked like it was going to continue. I was scared, excited and confused all at the same time.

 

We walked back over the sand which had been made harder with the rain. There were still a few people around enjoying the freshness that the rainfall had brought to the air. They did not give us a second glance as Simon and I walked through them and back to the place of my deflowering. I was just hoping that he did not order me to expose myself at all whilst we walked, as that would have been just too much humiliation for me to take.

 

But he didn’t and we were soon back inside the rundown, dusty, sandy building.

 

I looked at him expectantly.

 

“Slut, you may thank me for what just happened this afternoon.” 

“Thank you, Master, for this afternoon.”

 

He moved to me and once more gripped my hair twisting tightly, this time making sure my body bent in pain. 

“Is that the best you can do, slave?”

 

“Thank you, Master, for fucking your slave and taking her virginity and raping her cunt and mouth, Master.”

   

It concerned me to realise that I meant what I said. I really did like it this way. I was a slave and I needed a Master. I began to sob again.

 

Master (6) …

 

I gripped her hair hard and twisted as my new found slave used harsh words to describe what I had done to her this afternoon. It was amazing but after what was no more than 30 minutes since I had first fucked her my erection was nudging upwards under my shorts once again. 

As I heard Ev thank me for fucking her and taking her virginity, I knew that she would be fucked again before this afternoon was through. I asked her to put down the bag containing the things I had brought from the car. Moving to her I placed my hands tenderly on her face and used my thumbs to brush away her tears. 

“Slave Ev I want you to strip naked now. Take off the sweatshirt …”

 

I saw her look at me questioningly, as the last time I had issued that command I had done so only because I knew that she was tied and unable to comply. The consequence of that for her was that she was flicked harshly with a soaking wet towel. This time I really did want her naked and so I nodded in response to her unspoken query and said gently, “strip.” 

I watched as the lovely, newly owned Evelyn Wang crossed her arms, gripped the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled it high up and over her head. It was a repeat, in part, of the show I had received earlier when she first walked onto the beach only this time it was her final vestige of modesty and left her superbly and stunningly naked.

 

If there was any uncertainty remaining as to whether I had renewed my ardour enough to fuck her again that uncertainty had now disappeared. As I surveyed her slim, tanned body I knew that I needed to be inside her once more. 

She held my top in her fist waiting for instructions as to what she could or should do with it. 

“Drop it on the floor slut,” I ordered, “and then stand with your hands clasped behind your head and your legs apart.

 

Ev obeyed immediately and stood before me in the manner I had requested. Once more I looked her slim, desirable figure up and down. She glanced back at me. 

“Look at the floor slave,” I said firmly. Again, Ev responded straight away. 

“Ask me to fuck you slut.”

 

“Please fuck me Master,” Ev said without looking up. 

“Beg me to fuck you slut.”

 

“I beg of you Master, please make your worthless slave feel useful by screwing her and filling her with your seed.”

 

I smiled, liking what I heard. I stood facing her, hands on my hips. 

“Okay slave, down on your knees, keep your hands behind your head and take down my shorts.” 

Ev risked a quick glance directly at me.

 

“It’s okay,” I said, “now I want to see you looking into my eyes.” 

“Master, may your useless slut speak?”

 

“Go ahead.”

“This is really hard for me Master. What if slut should be incapable of performing successfully what you have asked of her?”

 

“You will not fail slut, the word is not in your vocabulary. If you do not succeed the first time you will be beaten so hard that you will not fail a second time.”

 

Her eyes looked directly into mine and, gulping, Ev got down onto her knees. I smiled as she shuffled forwards, hands still behind her head, towards me. Her face was now positioned ideally at the level of my groin. I looked down on her as she reached me and started to tug at the tie strings with her teeth. This was terrific. I could feel her brush my erection with her face and my desire became even more inflamed.

 

“Kiss the length of my cock slut through the material.” 

Without hesitation Ev started to perform as requested. I felt her soft lips lovingly kiss up and down the shaft, making it grow even more – if that were possible. Having navigated the length several times she paused of her own volition and started to play with the end. Albeit through my shorts I could feel her tongue licking deliciously and her lips closing in on the hard shape.

 

“If you make me cum before I am ready slut I will make you suffer.”

 

“I am sorry Master,” Ev said quietly as she once more tugged at the tie strings on my shorts. It did not take much more work for her to pull them free at which point Ev started to pull the shorts down with her teeth. It took some work but soon she had them to a point where my cock was obstructing her progress.

 

“Master, I am sorry but I can’t get them any further down.” 

I believe she must have seen the look on my face because she resumed her task with a renewed vigour pulling the shorts away from my body and allowing my cock to spring free. She paused briefly to kiss my naked flesh, which was a nice touch on her part, before pulling the shorts to the floor. If I had been looking to beat her I could have made life hard by refusing to move my feet. However I was now desperate to screw my little slut and so I kicked the shorts away and faced her naked.

 

“I want you on all fours slave.”

 

Her wish was my command. I looked down on the glorious body of my slut Ev. Only a few hours ago she had come quietly to the beach in search of a sun tan, and now she was prostrate on all fours waiting to be fucked.  The light was beginning to fade now which accentuated certain curves on Ev’s body delightfully.

 

“Ask me to fuck you in the Ass slut.”

 

I smiled as I heard an audible gasp from Ev. 

“Master, please …” 

“What? Are you disobeying me?” The request was certainly causing her some consternation.

 

“No Master, of course not Master.”

 

“Then ask me.” 
 
”M...Master,” this was hard for her, “Master, please …” 

“Yes slut, what is it?” 

“Master, please fuck me in the ass.”

 

I got down to my knees and took her hair in my hands, gripped tight and twisted her face to mine. 

“You are a good slut. Do you know what a Master’s kiss is?” I asked.

 

“Yes Master …” she replied. 

With that I twisted her head even more and exposed her neck to me following which I proceeded to attack her lips kissing Ev passionately and powerfully taking her top lip and biting it. Ev yelped a little but became calmer when I moved to her bottom lip and began to suck on that. I heard a small moan come from my slave as I moved to her neck, kissing and nibbling it before I licked the entire length of her smooth skin. Ev looked ravaged by my assault on her face and neck but as I released her hair and let her head fall face down once more I heard her say without any prompting,

 

“Thank you, Sir, for covering me in a Master’s kiss.”

 

She was shaking a little now, turned on but not sure where she would be fucked, I guessed was the reason for her tremble. She need not have worried, not for today at least, as I wanted to be inside her sweet little pussy once more.

 

As I moved behind and closer to her I heard a quiet gasp as she felt my hands slide up her inner thighs towards the very centre of her body.  
 
My fingers prised apart the cheeks of her bottom, laying her open for impalement, had I so chosen. Ev groaned as she felt my fingers trace the crevice of her ass cheeks, fearing the worst as I stroked the tight rose of her anus before working lower to the hot pink slit that gaped so invitingly.  
 
I slid two fingers inside her, making her body writhe as the evidence of her pleasure began to bubble up once more. I began to frig her and my fingers made a slight squelching sound as they moved in and out of her slit. Ev remained as still as she could, fighting the tremors that seemed to be building up from her stomach. I looked to the side and saw her biting her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out loud.   
 
"Oh fuck me Master," she cried.  
 
I smiled. "Ask me nicely."  
 
"P-please fuck me Master."  
 
"Again."  
 
"Oh! Oh please fuck me. Please put your cock into me Master. Fuck me, fuck your slut!"  
 
The last word was almost lost in a strangled cry as she suddenly felt the thick bulb of my cock pressing against her slit. She pushed her ass back at me eagerly, and cried out as I slid my cock into her, deeper and deeper until it filled her completely.  
 
Then I was fucking her again, driving my weapon hard, as my stomach slapped against her backside whilst I took my pleasure in her. Ev seemed beside herself.  The force of my thrusts became harder, pounding her body, and I could hear her breath coming in loud grunts as she was hurled forward with every stroke.  
 
Then I was there. A shout of climax marked the release of my sperm once again into the used pussy of Evelyn Wang, my slut, my slave. Then she too cried out as almost at once as she felt yet another orgasm triggered. Sensing her passion, I continued to plunge my cock deep as it spurted again and again within her glorious body.

 
At last I was done and I lay still across Ev’s ass and back as she lay panting beautifully beneath me, exhausted. My fingers traced her spine as I gazed down at her, my cock still deeply embedded between her sensitive lips.  
 
"My passionate little slave," I murmured.

 

“Thank you Master,” she replied almost lovingly. 

After a few seconds of recovery I pulled my slackening shaft out of her. Ev groaned as a trail of my sperm created a thin river like channel down her thighs. There was still some blood but not too much as her virginity was now rapidly becoming a thing of the past. 

I stood up.

 

“Clean me kajira!” I ordered.

 

My slut was exhausted but knew her place. So, with no little ache in her body she placed her hands behind her head and shuffled forward on her knees. Her mouth immediately went to my pubic hair as she licked and sucked the remnants of our coupling from it. Following this she moved to my cock taking it smoothly into her mouth and letting her lips create a sheath around the shaft as she sucked up the left over semen, blood and juice. I watched as she swallowed it down leaving an enticing string of the mixture connecting her to my groin.

 

“Stand slave,” I now ordered.

 

“Master,” she said quietly, “may your useless slut speak?” 

“Go ahead.”

 

“Master, would you … could you … kiss me again, like the last time … a Master’s kiss I mean Master.” 

I looked her straight in the eye and made sure my face looked angry.

 

“How dare you even start to suggest what I may or may not do to you? How I treat you is not yours to decide. I own you now, do you understand?”

 

Ev looked genuinely scared. 

“Well … do you?”

 

“Y… y … yes Master.” 

“Who owns you slut?”

 

“You do Master?” 

“Good slut. So long as we are clear.” She looked relieved.

 

“Okay, if you want a Master’s kiss then you must do something for me in order to deserve such a reward.”

 

Ev looked up. I reached into the bag and took out the length of bicycle chain. It was a single length of about 6 feet and clean, not used and oily. Her eyes widened.

 

“Go and stand against the wall. Place your palms flat against it and stand with your feet about 3 feet away and 3 feet apart. I am going to give you 5 hard lashes with the chain following which, providing you count each lash and then thank me for it; I will give you a Master’s kiss.”

 

Ev looked dumbfounded.

 

“Well slut, go now to your position. What are you waiting for?”

 

“Master … I … can’t …”

 

“Go slave to where I have commanded. You are mine totally now and must obey.”

 

Ev looked delightfully scared but non-the-less moved into the position I had asked of her. I saw her lip tremble and she was crying.

 

“Are you scared pretty one?”

 

“Y … y … yes Master.” 
 
”Do not worry it will soon be over.” I lashed the chain onto the sandy floor and watched Ev’s reaction as she saw the dust fly around and a gash in the earth open up. She imagined this to be her skin and sobbed even harder.

 

“Are you ready slut?”

 

“Yes Master,” she whispered.

 

I moved to her and grasped her hair. I twisted her head and exposed her neck whereupon I savagely kissed, sucked and bit upon her lips until I tore my mouth away and licked the length of her sensuous neck.

 

“Master?” Ev said breathlessly.

 
”I would not be so hard on my slut as to whip her with a chain …” 

“Oh, Master,” her tears were now of relief and gratitude. 

“… unless she deserved a harsh punishment of course.” I left the possibility that it could happen just hanging there for Ev’s benefit.

 

“Slut we need to leave now, but first I need I need to prepare you. Stand with your hands behind your head and your legs apart.”

 

I smiled as Ev, not knowing what I had planned, looked quizzically back at me but obeyed my order. I reached into the bag and took out the package marked ‘luggage spider’ and opened it up. 

Ev dare not ask me what it was but I wanted her to know so that she could anticipate its use upon her body. 

“Slut,” I said standing up and holding the spider out to her. “This is a spider fastening. You can see that from a central point 4 thick stretch legs of about 9 inches in natural length come out. The idea is that you pull them as tight as you can before hooking them into place in order to fasten things such as luggage to your car. However I have a different use for it.”

 

With that I moved behind Ev and placed the central point at the base of her spine. She flinched deliciously. Holding it in place I pulled one of the spider’s legs out and around her body and fastened it back onto the central point. I noticed Ev suck her already flat and slim stomach in as far as she could as the leg pulled tight against itself trying to get back to its natural length of only 9 inches. 

“Oh … Master …” Ev uttered breathlessly.

 

I reached around and fastened a second leg in the opposite direction around her waist.

 
”Ohhhhhh!” she really was feeling it now.

 

“Now slut, can you imagine where the next two are going.” 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Where?” 

“My pussy, Sir.” 

“Ask me to do it slave.” 

Ev swallowed hard and then said, “Please fasten the next leg through my pussy Master.”

 

I smiled and reached down between her spread legs. Her slit was still wet from the sex we had just had and so it was easy to position the spider’s leg between her labial lips. Then I pulled upwards.

 

“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!” she yelled as the leg was stretched way beyond its natural 9 inches and disappeared into her ass cheeks from behind through and into her pussy only reappearing from the very top of her mound rubbing harshly against her clitoris.

 

“Please Master … take it out … I can’t stand it.”

 

I looked upon my slut Evelyn as her body almost doubled over trying to relieve the intrusive agony of the spider’s leg. I took the fourth, despite her eyes pleading with me not to and secured it down the same path. So now she had two legs splitting her in two almost, one on top of the other. She looked to be in agony.

 

“Stand up straight slave.”

 

Ev did as she was told, albeit with a struggle.

 

“Now I will fasten the chain like so I order to secure the spider in place.” 
 
I proceeded to link the chain through and around the tight spider, somehow finding space between the stretched leg and Ev’s skin. As I linked it all the way around her waist I made sure to wrap it around the spider’s hooked connectors making it impossible to remove the object of her torture.

 

Once I had completed this I then took the remaining few feet of chain and wrapped it around Ev’s waist before fastening a padlock through the links. She looked amazing and the hard links of the chain were pressed tightly into her nubile flesh underneath the stretched spider. They would leave a serious imprint whenever she was released that would be for sure.

 

Ev was struggling. The bondage she was suffering was very restrictive and it was obvious that she was in pain. I reached back into the bag and took out the white pumps. Ev watched with an ever growing sense of even more horror as I placed a handful of small sharp stones in each.

 

“Lift up your left leg Ev.”

 

I knew this would not be easy given her state of being bound so I grabbed her ankle gently and placed the pump on her foot. I smiled as she winced in pain when her foot was placed back on the floor. I repeated the same with her right pump and so now Ev faced me not really knowing which part of her body hurt the most.

 

“Okay, Slut you may thank me.”

 

Ev looked up and forced the words out.

 

“Thank you Master for tying me in this way and putting stones in my shoes.” 

Perfect. A few short hours ago Evelyn Wang had been a 21 year old gorgeous virgin. Now she had been fucked twice and was tied in a state of excruciating bondage.  I placed the sweatshirt back over her head. This concealed the spider and the chain and meant that the only signs of her state were the constant writhing and squirming of her lovely body.

 

“Ok slut here’s what happens now. I am going to leave first. I will walk to my car and wait for you there. Once you see me at my car you will then walk across the beach to me. That way I can watch your struggle. At some point I want you to stop by someone on the beach and ask them if they have the correct time.”

 

I knew that this would be both agonising and embarrassing for Ev as the beach was starting to fill up a little more now the rain had cleared, the working day had ended and the weekend had begun. Despite the on coming dark people brought down their BBQs and so the sand was anything but deserted.

 

“Tell me Ev do you live alone?”

 

“No sir, I have a room mate.”

 

“Okay, so when we are both at my car you will call your roomy and tell her that you are ok, that you have met someone and may well be out until Sunday night. Understand?”

 

“Yes Master.” 
 
I knew that she would obey me as unless I unlocked the padlock she could not remove either the spider or the chain.

 
”Then you will get into your car, follow me and we will have the whole weekend together.” 

I laughed as I picked up the bag and left the old boat house.

 

“See you at the car slut!” 

Slut (6) … 

I just stared, watching as he walked away, sand kicking up in his wake, basically in shock about what had happened in these past few hours.  The legs of his spider caused horrible discomfort to my pussy, as they dug relentlessly and deep.  And I let him chain it to my body, the ultimate sign of bondage, padlocked in place.  I wanted to wail in humiliation and shock.

But I knew I had to obey.  There was no thought of rebellion at this point.  He had almost reached his car, and I set off.

The first step was agony, my pussy screaming in bondage, the bungee cords digging deeper and deeper, the chains tight around my waist, and why had he put the small rocks in my shoes?  Of course I knew the answer, to make me suffer for the privilege of serving him, to make me walk in the most uncomfortable way, to accent the restrictions hidden under the sweatshirt. 

I could see him watching me and I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing me struggle.  But the sharp stones were doing their damage, and I could barely make it, no grace, no sexy catwalk, just discomfort. 

The beach was far busier than when I had first arrived, people desiring to get the last rays of the sun after the late afternoon shower.  A family of four was staking out their claim on the sand to my right.  They carried coolers, so they planned a BBQ, I suspected. 

Two surfers with their boards marched towards the water out ahead, and though they glanced at me, I must have looked totally unappealing, in a baggy sweatshirt and limping, almost shuffling along.  And a boy and his girlfriend, probably high schoolers, walked nearby holding hands, he was carrying a picnic basket. 

Tears started coming to my eyes, thinking of the romance that they felt and the humiliation that engulfed me.  I was going to stop them, but I could see they were not wearing watches. 

A jogger was coming along the beach. I veered towards the water, as the jogger closed the distance.  “Excuse me, Sir,” I called out.  “Can you tell me what time it is?”  I was not sure what I wanted, for him to stop or just to call out the time. He stopped.

“Hi, it’s about 4:40,” he said as he slowed, his eyes checking out the sight before him.  “Are you ok?” he asked? 

“Yeah, sure, just wondered what time it was,” I responded.

“I was just wondering, ‘cos it looked like you were limping.”  He must have been in good shape, because I noticed he was talking normally, while I would have been huffing and puffing for breath.

 

“Uh, no, just a blister on one of my feet, that’s all,” I lied.

“Anything else?” he asked, and then I realized that I had unconsciously allowed my gaze to fall to his crotch, noticing the bulge already growing.  Surely the way I looked now was not sexy, but he was interested. 

“No, that’s ok, I have to get going,” I said, realizing Master was waiting.

“Maybe I’ll see you again some time.  Thanks.”  And I turned away and headed towards the cars, the limp less pronounced as I was getting used to the rocks.

As I neared, I could feel the spider cords sliding and making slight squishy noises.  My juices were flowing like a river and there was nothing I could do to stop it.  I walked up to Master, who ordered me to kick off my shoes and get into a display position. I obeyed immediately despite the fact that we were in the bay of a public car park bordering the beach.

Relieved to be barefoot, I spread my legs and locked my hands behind my neck, forcing my breasts to press outward beneath the sweat top.  By lifting my hands, the sweatshirt rode well above my hips to reveal the spider and chain bondage.  I prayed no one was looking.

“Have a nice walk, slut?” he laughingly asked, circling his slut, knowing there was no answer other than “Yes, Master” that I could give.

“Why did you decide to ask the jogger about the time, and not someone else?”

“Master, I …”

“Wait, slut, we need to correct something right now.  You are no longer an ‘I’.  You will refer to yourself in the third person, or using some identifying phrase such as ‘your slut’ or ‘this fucking cunt’.  Do you understand?”

How demeaning, but of course this slut responded, “Yes, Master, your kajira understands.”

“Continue with your answer, slut.”

“Master, your slut could see he had a watch, and she did not want to appear in front of the family with the two children,” I answered truthfully.  As I was completing my answer, his hands had gone under the shirt, and his fingers were sliding under two of the spider cords.  He intentionally pulled outward, making them dig deeper, as if that was possible. 

I let out an audible moan of anguish and hopelessness, and he just laughed at my plight. 

“These cords are sopping wet, slut,” he announced, making no attempt to keep his voice down.  “Are you enjoying this, kajira Ev?”

“No, Master, they hurt and my feet…”

He suddenly drove his fingers under the cords and into my abused pussy. “Incorrect, slut,” he hissed.  You may not say “my anything.”  You own nothing anymore, slut, not your feet, not your pussy, not even your name.   Do not refer to anything as my or mine and do not use first person pronouns in any way, shape or form.”

Using his fingers in my pussy as leverage, he practically lifted me off the ground and pulled me closer to himself.  With an unpleasant smile, more like a smirk on his face, he kissed me once again as a Master kisses his slave, leaving me panting and like putty in his hand.  He seemed to sense that his fingers were driving me to the edge of a powerful orgasm, and he suddenly pulled out

“Noooooooooo…” I whimpered, but he just laughed, knowing what I was thinking.

He ordered me to Nadu, and I quickly fell to my knees, spread them wide, and awaited my next humiliation.  He reached for my bag and pulled out my cell phone.  “Call your roomie and tell her what I told you,” he said, handing me the phone.

I dialled and prayed Rika would not pick up, afraid of what questions she would ask.  Her answering machine responded after six rings, and I sighed a prayer of thanks. 

“Hi, it’s…”  I hesitated, not sure if I would be punished for using either my name or the word “me.”  I raised my eyes to Master and he smiled knowingly at my concern. “…it’s your sweetheart,” and I gave a silly laugh. “Hey, met a friend from high school at the beach, and gonna spend the next day or two at her place, catching up on old times, k?  See you Sunday sometime, love you, bye!” 

I disconnected and handed the phone back to Master.  “Nice work, slut,” he praised, and I actually appreciated his words.  He now had me for at least 48 hours. 

“Master, may your slut speak?”

“Yes, what do you want, cunt?”

“Um, Master, your slave does have studying to do this weekend and a paper due on Monday and she …”

“Yes, yes, I am sure you do.  Don’t worry; you will be back to your place in plenty of time on Sunday, with a whole new outlook on life.  Now, stand up and let’s get going,” he said, as I began to rise. 

He grabbed my bag, tossed the phone in it, and handed it to me.  “We can’t leave your car parked here all night, so you go get it and drive back over here.  Follow me and we’ll take it to a friend’s shop where you can park it and get it on Sunday.  Walk barefoot and see if you remember the kajira way to walk, as though your ankles are chained.  Now get,” and with that, he lifted the back of the sweatshirt and slapped my ass, making me jump and exclaim.  He simply laughed.

I walked as though my ankles were separated by only a few inches of chain, and the movement again reminded me of the spider legs and chain that encased my pussy.  I wanted to get in my car and flee, but I couldn’t, padlocked as I was.  There was no choice but to return to Simon and follow him as I had been ordered.

As I neared his SUV, he started up and I followed him out onto Pacific Coast Highway, headed back into town.  We turned off a few miles later and zigzagged through several streets.  My mind was a mess and I was so uncomfortable, shackled as I was. 

After a few more turns, I saw him put on his right blinker and for the first time tried to think where we were.  He turned into a small parking lot and then I realized.  It was an adult book and novelty shop.  In gaudy neon the lights declared that they did piercing and tattooing. 

He parked and so did I.  I thought I would just get out of my car and into his, but instead he got out first and walked to my door as I was opening it.

“Hand me your bag, slut.”  I obeyed and he tossed it into the trunk of his car.  “Let’s go say hi to my friend,” and he reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the back door of the shop.

“Oh, wait a sec.  Raise your hands up over your head.”  When I obeyed, he began to lift the sweatshirt and I immediately lowered my hands and exclaimed, “Wait, Master…”

His reaction was swift and without mercy.  He grabbed my hair and pulled my head downward.  He quickly administered 6 hard slaps on my exposed ass, as I yelped and begged him to stop.

“When I,” slapppp, “tell you to do something,” slapppp slappppp, “you do it, no complaints,” slappppp, “no delay,” slapppp, slapppp.  “Do you understand, slave?” he asked, jerking my head upward.  I nodded quickly and he jerked my hair harder.  “Answer correctly, kajira!”

“Yes, Master, your slave understands,” I choked out with tears running down my cheeks. 

He lifted the sweatshirt completely off, and there I stood, naked except for his bondage and my hoop earrings.

“Now, let’s go, and don’t disobey me again!” and he led me to the back door of the shop.

To be continued …

Just a visit to the beach …

This story is a complete work of fiction.  It has been written by a real life Master and slave couple. The structure is intended to reflect the alternate dom and sub view on an interesting scenario as our heroine, Ev, is introduced to slavery …Enjoy, and please let us know what you thought.

PART 3

Master (7) … 

Although Ev was now becoming more conditioned by the minute to being my slave, I could still see the indignation on her face as she stood facing me, naked save for her bondage. I could sense her thinking ‘I’m outside … okay I’m round the back of a small, seedy sex shop … but I’m still outside and he’s got me naked …’

I had a T shirt on with my beach shorts and track shoes. I knew that my being clothed would highlight Ev’s nakedness in her own mind even more. The thought caused my cock to throb.

As she moved in front of me I could see the reddish tint to her pert ass cheeks from the spanking she had just received. My cock throbbed even more!

Ev had come a long way in a short time. Only a couple of hours ago she had headed down to the beach with the single thought of getting some sun. Now she had lost her virginity, been tied in very restrictive bondage and made to walk with stones in her shoes. Delightful!

When she had stopped to ask the jogger the time, my plan to maximise her humiliation had almost backfired as, despite my rough treatment of Ev, I relished having her as my slut and felt a pang of genuine jealousy as she talked with him.

Watching her walk over the beach knowing that she was moving the way I had decreed with the chain and spider had been really cool. Finding out that she was almost climaxing as she walked across the sand, despite her pain, just confirmed that Ev was a natural slave.

“Master, may I say something?”

“Yes slut, speak.”

“Did master pick up his slave’s shoes?”

It seemed a crazy question for Ev to ask given all she had been through combined with her current predicament.

“Yes, slut I did.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Come on slut,” picking up the bag with her shoes and clothes and my sweat top in, I pushed her hard in the back towards the rear entrance of the shop.

“Knock on the door,” I ordered.

She hesitated for a moment and then did as I had asked. Her knock was quiet and so I had to command her to repeat it before the door opened slightly. Once the person on the other side saw it was me the door opened wider and we were ushered inside.

“Hey, Simon, pal, how are you? And who is this?”

John, my sex shop owning mate, was eying Ev up and down.

“It’s a while since you brought me anybody, and a long time since we had one as stunning as this. And she’s Asian as well … gorgeous.”

Ev turned to look at me, “Master?” she said inquisitively.

“He is my friend, and so slut will do for him whatever I ask. Understand?”

I could see that she was very uncomfortable with this situation but accepted it none the less, nodding her agreement.

“Speak slut, tell me how grateful you are for being allowed to serve Master’s friends. I have a reputation to uphold and by opening this cunt …” I gripped her hair and twisted cruelly, “… to my friend, I trust it to service him well.”

“Ouch!” She cried. Ev’s hair and scalp obviously hurt as I twisted even harder and forced her to her knees.

“Kiss his cock slut!”

Looking pleased with the opportunity John stood before the prostrate Ev and presented his groin. I watched as my slave, Evelyn Wang, naturally assumed the Nadu position, which pleased me, and leaned her head forward. I saw her eyes close.

”Slut, open my eyes and look at him whilst you follow my orders.”

She opened her eyes and moved her mouth to the denim covered outline of John’s hardening cock. He placed his hand in her hair and gripped her flowing locks tight again as she looked up at him with large, pleading eyes. I smiled thinking how much her head must now hurt from having her hair pulled.

She moved her lips along his length and then deliciously kissed the burgeoning tip.

“Fuck yeah. Si, it’s good to see you too.”

I bade slut to stand as John released his grip on her hair. I trusted that being forced to kiss the outline of his penis had made Ev feel even more humiliated. I certainly hoped so.

“I need to leave slut’s car parked round the back until Sunday Jonno,” I remarked.

“Sure thing buddy, no problem. Gee you got a whole weekend with this? She’s sure gonna suffer I’ll bet.”

I laughed at how his flippant remark had just confirmed Ev’s worst thoughts.

“Listen bud,” I said, “this slut is special, and so I want her marked now before I get her back to my place. Can you help?”

“Hey, sure – payment terms as normal?”

I nodded.

“Listen, it’s nearly 5pm and so I’ll go close the shop and be right with you.” John disappeared through the room’s internal door and back into the shop.

Ev looked at me. “Master, may your slut speak?”

“Go ahead,” I consented knowing full well what was on her mind.

”How will your slave be marked, Master?”

“Don’t know yet slut, maybe piercings, we’ll see.”

“And what are the normal payment terms Master?”

I laughed. “You’ll have to use your imagination until the time comes slut.”

John returned.

“Okay buddy what’s it to be?”

I look Ev up and down and paused to ponder, making sure I took my time and making her wait time as agonising as I could.

“Let’s get this lot off first. Legs apart and hands up behind your head,” I barked out my order. Ev obeyed instantly.

“Impressive pal,” Jonno observed as he looked lecherously at Ev’s bondaged pussy between her spread legs and her thrust out perky breasts.

I released the padlock and unwound the chain. This action caused no little pain to Ev as the chain imprints came into view. I saw her biting her bottom lip trying not to cry as I unhooked the bungee spider and peeled the legs out from between her soaking pussy lips and released her waist.

Ev really did look stark naked now.

“Keep your position,” I ordered knowing what was coming. I watched as Ev felt the blood return to her body parts that had been secured and she cried out in pain, collapsing to her knees.

“I love that part,” Jonno laughed, “but she didn’t keep her position, so maybe a whipping later?” He raised his eyebrow and I smiled. Ev was now performing for both of us and she clearly was not happy but dare not show it.

“Show your sluttish gratitude cunt,” I ordered, “kiss my friend, on the lips this time.”

“Master please … don’t make me …”

I looked harshly at her.

“Yes Master.”

Ev moved slowly to John and placed her mouth on his. I could see his hard on pushing against the denim of his jeans as her kiss became deep and meaningful. She was a good slut – I would pierce her I think.

“Okay enough,” I said pulling Ev away from John by her hair. She yelped delightfully and reached up to rub at the point where I had gripped her.

“Jonno, get the piercing gun gear, I want my pussy pierced.”

“Oh please Master, no, I couldn’t stand it not on my pussy.”

“Slut, you are the pussy to which I refer, I am not going to pierce you there, I will only pierce your ears again.”  She looked relieved.

“And don’t forget you are not ‘I’ now … and your pussy is my pussy, so if I wanted to pierce you there I would!”

“… I …slut is sorry Master.”

“You will be punished later.”

Ev cast her eyes downwards.

“Sit, cunt, in that chair.” I pointed to an old padded chair. Ev, head bowed, walked slowly over to it and sat down. The old chair was representative of the entire surrounding and I saw Ev glance at the bare, cold brick walls and the stark stone floor. There were no windows and I smiled as I saw Ev swallow hard realising, I guess, that anything could happen to her in here.

She sat gingerly down. The blood in her body would still not be flowing freely yet. I used some Velcro strips to confine her wrists to the arms of the chair.  She looked at me with surprise.

“Just to make sure you don’t jerk at the wrong time and spoil the piercing, slut.”

Jonno brought the piercing gun and approached my slut. He moved towards her head and ogled her naked flesh at the same time. Reaching to her left ear first he captured her upper lobe skin and slipped the piercing needle smoothly through. He then completed his task on her other ear.

“Good work Jonno,” I commented.

”I brought these for her Si,” he held up a pair of hoops, slightly smaller than her current pair with a letter ‘S’ hanging from them.

“Excellent bud,” I said, “’S’ for ‘Simon’, ‘Slut’ or ‘Slave’ …”

“Or ‘Sex toy’,” laughed Jonno.

Ev gave a small smile and seemed to be more relaxed, I imagine because her experience in this seedy little shop had not been a painful one so far, save for the agony of having the spider removed and the fact that she was butt naked of course.  She knew that a second piercing was common among girls her age, and she could always remove the dangling S and replace the ring with a stud or even leave it open when visiting her parents. 

“Master?”

“Yes, cunt.”

“May your slave speak?”

I nodded.

“Can we leave now Master, I want to do things for you …?”

I moved to my slave and taking her hair once again in my hands I twisted until she screamed out.

“Master, please don’t …” she cried with tears in her eyes.

“Listen, slut, don’t you show disrespect for my friends and I like you just have ever again.”

“But Master, I only wanted to …”

“Shut up, slut. Jonno fetch the nipple piercing instrument.”

“You got it pal,” Jonno responded immediately.

“What?” cried Ev,” no Master, no way…” and she struggled to get out of the chair.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do cunt. When will you learn?” I reached down her body and twisted her already erect nipples hard and painfully into a state of enhanced prominence.

I gripped her hair tighter and bent her head back. Jonno approached and took the opportunity to fondle Ev’s breasts until, I noticed, his hard on was raging. She struggled like mad, making our task difficult.

“Please, Master, not my nipples, don’t let him, please how will I explain pierced nipples to Rika or,” and she paused in horror as the thought sunk in, “my parents …”

“Who gives a fuck about your parents or Rika? You are my slut, not them, although perhaps, if Rika is half as tasty as slut is, I might make her my slave as well so that you two can both serve me ... together!”

I paused momentarily reflecting on the pleasing image of Ev and her room mate writhing naked together in chains on my bed. Delightful!

“But Master, please, no!” Slut’s whining brought me back to reality.

“Slave, be quiet!” I had lost patience now and moved to her side and slapped her hard across the face with my open palm. It was something I did not do often and something that I was not proud of. But she was really pissing me off!

“Ouchhhhh!...” she yelled and looked at me directly. “You bastard!  Let me out of here.  Fuck you!”

I was shocked to hear her speak so, although slut was now silently rubbing her cheek.

“Pass me a pair of hand clamps, Jonno,” I asked. He did.

“Open up your mouth Ev and stick out your sassy tongue.”

Ev, shocked at both the harshness of my slap and the fact that she had dared to call me a bastard, was still a little stunned and she did as ordered. As soon as I saw her pink tongue emerge I moved swiftly and clamped it hard between the two flat ends of the hand held instrument and pulled her head away from the chair.

“Nnghhhhhh!” she uttered unintelligibly. I guessed that slut meant to say ‘No!’

“Jonno come here and pierce her tongue.”

Ev’s eyes went wild with fear.  Her breathing was raspy and her fear was evident.

“Nnghhhh!!” she tried to scream and she bucked in an attempt to throw me off. I pinched her tongue harder and extra tears rolled down her cheeks.

Jonno place the tongue piercing implement like a staple gun with her tongue in between the needle and the base. He squeezed the trigger and smoothly holed Ev’s tongue.

“Fkkkggg Bstddds!” she uttered. I knew what she meant!

“John fetch me a tongue stud with both a standard fastening and one with a four foot thin chain attached.”

“You’re the boss,” Jonno skipped off to fulfil my request.

Ev was blubbering now at the thoughts of what I had done to her and the sense of what I might be about to do.  She was breathing in deep gasps, mixed with sobs.

Jonno was back in an instant with the required stud and fasteners, and some cuffs.  Damn, if the guy could not read my mind! I watched, keeping Ev securely clamped, as he fastened the stud in place. A nice shiny top stud and a fastener with a chain attached to it. I released the clamp but not before I had started to pull on the chain.

“Nnnnnnggg, plssssss.” Ev could still not speak clearly as I pulled harder and forced her to follow me just as dog would follow its Master.

“Hey slut you’re my bitch now,” I laughed.  I released her wrists and before she could do anything, Jonno grabbed her wrists and cuffed them behind her back. 

I started to lower the chain towards the cold, stone floor making Ev, of course, lower her body to the ground.

As I lowered her I wrapped the chain around my fist until I had her cheek resting on the floor, her exposed tongue almost lapping up dust and, more significantly, her ass cheeks raised high in the air.

“Okay Jonno, payment time.”

Ev looked at me out of the corner of her tear filled eyes.

“Her ass is yours pal.”

Jonno looked extremely happy.

“What, really?” he questioned disbelievingly.

“Yes bud, all yours.” I hadn’t had her virgin ass yet but I felt that Ev would be even more humiliated by the fact that I had given her to a complete stranger for him to take her anal virginity. By the look of complete horror in her eyes I was right.

Jonno moved behind Ev, spread her thighs and positioned himself appropriately.

“Fuck me, Si, she’s juicing some down here.”

“Well use it to lubricate her then,” I laughed.

“Good plan bud.” I could see Jonno place two fingers in Ev’s pussy and start to smear her pussy juice around her sweet anal rose. Ev mewed her discomfort.

“Pllsss, dnnnt!”

After a short period of his ministration, and much to Ev’s embarrassment, her backside began to writhe deliciously. Jonno placed his cock at the entrance to her ass and pushed. Ev groaned. He liked it this way and was expert at making sure that all the recipients of his ass fuck received him to the full!

He shoved some more, pausing from time to time, to ensure that Ev was settled around his shaft. Then he felt her sphincter and he pushed through the final muscle with one almighty thrust impaling poor Ev entirely on his hard cock.

She cried out and tried to raise herself up but I pulled the chain harder and that kept her in position. Jonno fucked her ass thrusting time after time rocking Ev’s body backwards and forwards on the cold stone floor. She was getting royally fucked and I have to say this scene was sending my own hard on into overdrive.

Jonno was fucking her faster now as his own climax built up to a crescendo, and then he was there.

”Ohhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssss!” His orgasm was signalled with several well aimed slaps down onto the peach like shape of Ev’s exposed buttocks. She screamed again, the slaps making her humiliation complete. Then she went rigid as Jonno poured his seed deep into her Ass.

“Fuckkk yeah,” he cried out, his conquest complete. Thrust upon thrust ensured that my slut took the full load of Jonno’s sperm into her body, until finally he came to rest slumped over slave’s back.

“Fuck me Si that was great.

I looked down upon my cunt.”

She looked beautiful. Evelyn Wang, 21 year old student, pierced and freshly fucked in the ass – stunning!

“Oh man, she’s one hot chick,” exclaimed John as he fastened his cock away inside his jeans. “I could ream her forever. You really gotta go?”

“We should be away John … really.”

“Listen man, I got Stacy coming round in 10 minutes.”

My eyebrows raised, I was interested – Stacy was one great looking girl.

“Go on …” I said.

“Well, you might remember earlier that your little cunt here referred to herself as ‘I’ … and she failed to keep her standing position when you took that bondage gear off.”

Ev looked at me from her still prostrate position. She looked scared.

”Indeed she did,” I agreed.

“So let’s get her into my dungeon, get the bullwhips out and you, me and Stace give her a good flogging. What d’ya say old buddy? It’ll be great…”

I thought carefully, Stace was a tasty broad and it sure would be good to see her whipping my slut. Plus the fact that the worthless cunt would be thoroughly humiliated by being whipped, and maybe even fucked, not just by me, who she had only known a few hours, but by a total stranger and his gorgeous blonde girlfriend.

“Come on pal,” cajoled Jonno, “I will get the best lay ever after you’ve gone if we go for it.”

I looked at Ev. Her eyes were pleading ‘No Master, please don’t,’ and she was making mewing sounds of pain and humiliation. So despite Ev having been pushed to her limits in the past hour, I agreed to let her be whipped.

“Ok Jonno you’ve got it.”

I lifted the chain upwards raising Ev off the floor. She got unsteadily to her feet and it was then that I noticed streams of Jonno’s spunk running down her thighs. Nice!

“Reach me the normal stud fastener please Jonno,” I asked. I swapped the normal fastener for the chain fastener, making sure I secured that one in my bag. Ev was free from the chain but still trapped in the desolate room with nowhere to go. 

“Pleath,  Mather, “Ev could speak again, but the stud caused her sounds to slur. “Don’t whip me pleath, you’ve done enough…”

“Slut, what happens to your useless body is up to me. When we get home I will make you belly crawl across sharp stones just to suck my cock you fucking useless cunt. But for now you will be whipped and no doubt fucked, so shut up.”

Ev burst into a crying sob. This, I knew, would be hard for her to take.

A loud bell ring sounded from the front of the shop.

“Hey, Stacy’s here, I’ll let her in. Come on Si old pal, you know where the manacles and ropes are, so get your cunt strung up and I’ll fetch the leg spreaders and whips.”

I reached out and grabbed slut by the arm,

“Come on slave,” Ev struggled in vain against my dragging her to her fate as she yelled,

“Nooooooooooooooooooooo!”

Slut (7) … 

“Nooooooooooooooooooooo!”

What have I done!   I only meant to flirt with him, to play with him and feel frisky.  Now I was naked, cuffed, raped, tongue pierced, and with no hope of escape, trapped for at least two days.  I had been caught by his charm and the potential excitement of our situation down at the boat house – now I was suffering and regretted my compliance immensely.

My tongue, it hurt so badly and how would I ever hide the stud?  And that awful chain!  I was totally horrified and being treated like an animal.  The moment I was free, I would take out the stud and if my tongue was still swollen, I would just tell my friends and parents that I had accidentally bit it.

I decided I would play along and be more submissive in order to avoid further punishment and pain… although I am not sure that my submissiveness to a lesser or greater degree would make any difference to what Simon, John and his bitch had in store for me.

As John went to get his girlfriend, Master took me by the arm with my wrists still cuffed behind my back, led me down a dark hallway and into a side room. He said nothing and I dare not speak. The silence just highlighted the terrifying feeling of suspense that so engulfed me.

He flicked on the light and I must have gasped.  It was like a bondage torture chamber.  There were chains and whips and all sorts of stuff and the smell of leather was strong.

He led me towards one of the cold, stark dusty brick walls, and when we stopped some 3 or 4 metres away he turned me to face the bare brick giving my bottom a harsh spank as he moved to my rear.

“Ouch, pleath Mather, have merthy …” I whined.

He just laughed softly.

“Pleath let me go.  I won’t tell anyone,” I lisped quietly. I was sobbing and tears ran wet down the same cheek trails that the previous, now dry, tears had left.

I felt my arms; wrists still cuffed together, gripped by Simon’s strong hands, stretched high behind my body and heard the click as the ring fastener on the cuffs was clipped to a large, thick-linked hanging chain connected to a pulley in the ceiling, which in turn was fastened to a turning lever on the wall.

“Oooooouuuchhhhhhhh!!!” 

This action forced me into a position that made me bend forward with my upper body parallel to the ground and my arms pulled high and straight behind me. It was agony. It also meant that any turn of the handle would stretch me even more over the pulley.

“Fuck, Mather … thith hurths, pleath don’t …”

Master moved to me.  I felt his hands roam over my ass, my naked, exposed and abused ass. Pressing his hardened groin into me the bastard thrust his solid erection, covered only by the thin fabric of his shorts, against my skin.

“We are going to have so much fun slut,” he mocked, speaking for the first time in what seemed an age.

“Pleath Mather let uth leave now, I will do anything, anything at all for you, just ...pleath, pleath don’t hurt me. What do you want, what have I done?” I heard myself almost begging for mercy.

“Shut it cunt,” came the stinging reply, “…you will be our whore and our toy for as long as we want you to be.”

I shook my head frantically from side to side in a panic.

“Oh fuck Mather … I can’t … I won’t be able … I have never been whipped or anything before …” I really was begging now but then I was beside myself with gut-wrenching fear. 

My pathetic pleas continued until I felt my long hair bunched into a pony tail and pulled hard.  I saw Master take a piece of thick, new, white rope and felt him wind it tightly around the start point of the bunch. I then felt him take the single white strand and plat it with my own hair making my release from the rope impossible. 

I thought, somewhat bizarrely given my situation, how good Master was at platting hair – for a male. As the plat grew the more my head was pulled up and back and my neck painfully stretched. 

Once Master had finished platting me the remaining end of the rope was secured to the ring fastener on my wrist cuffs. I knew this because I could feel it not because I could see it. In fact I could do almost nothing but look straight ahead so tightly was my body being secured.

The fastening of my hair rope to the wrist cuff and therefore the pulley chain was well thought through, and I could see clearly that it meant if the handle on the wall was cranked both my arms and my neck would be agonisingly stretched. The thought scared me and the feeling of terrified apprehension in my stomach was unbearable.

Master hadn’t finished yet.  He moved behind me once again and caressed my ass. 

I expected to feel his cock or his fingers penetrate me, but instead my legs were kicked apart, about 4 feet, making me very unsteady and putting most of my weight onto my arms and head via the rope ties. 

“Pleath, why are you doing thith to me?  Take me home and you can fuck me all night, but pleath take me away from here, Mather!” I begged.

Again, he said nothing. He just walked to one of the cupboards which was in my eyeline.  I twisted my head the little I could to see what was happening, and saw him take out a large, round, black ring, like a donut, and straps.

“Open up, slut,” he ordered.  I didn’t move, too scared to even react.  He reached down and twisted my nipple until I cried out in pain.  At that moment, he shoved the ring into my mouth, behind my teeth, and strapped the gag to my head. 

“I am so angry right now, slut that I can barely speak.  You have disobeyed countless times in the past few minutes, to say nothing of your earlier infractions.  I told you not to speak unless spoken to, and not to use the words ‘I’ or ‘me’ and you have used nothing but those pronouns.  You are either totally stupid or begging to be punished.  Either way, you will pay for your actions.”

 

He walked back to the same cupboard and from a different shelf he grabbed a metal bar of some sort, with cuffs on each end.  It was collapsible and as he returned to me, he was sliding the bar back in and out.  He knelt and attached the ends of the bar to my ankles, and then pulled them outward, stretching my legs apart until I thought I would split in half. 

He walked to the side wall and cranked the chain handle once again and my arms, and my head and neck were forced back so that my ring-gagged mouth was facing straight out. The position made me the perfect height for a mouth fuck … I knew that was no co-incidence.

I tried to object, to shout ‘no, no, please,’ but nothing intelligible came out. Soon I was secured in extremely tight bondage a few metres from the wall, facing the brick with my ass facing the centre of the room and totally open to any punishments Simon and his friends wanted to inflict.

I was now utterly helpless and I groaned as once more the handle on the wall was turned. The pulley pulled the chain tighter.  My arms were being pulled even further, which resulted in my back arching and my ass being raised in a very provocative manner. My shoulders were squeezed together and my breasts were thrust out as far as they could be given my situation.

However, worst of all was the fact that my neck was stretched upwards leaving me in a very painful position and my permanently open oral passage accessible at groin level to Master and whoever or whatever else he wanted to give access into me to. I was totally bound and largely immovable. I would suffer anything their whims decided and I could do nothing about it.

Moving in front of me Master looked down and into my eyes with a cruel smile. I glanced back at him still begging through my gaze for some sort of mercy and from the corner of my restricted view I saw the room door open and in walked John and his beautiful blond … Stacy I presume. 

For some reason, I was now more humiliated than ever before.  It was one thing to be naked and controlled by two men, but now a woman, and gorgeous with it, was staring at me with a wide smile. 

I hated her immediately and I detested her Southern State drawl when she spoke.

“Oh, like wow Jonno, what a gorgeous bitch she is. Can I play too?”

She sounded stupidly vague but none-the-less I was sure could be very dangerous.

“Hey Si,” I heard Jonno remark, “You have done a great job on the slut, I’ll bet she can’t move an inch.”

‘Too fucking right there Jonno,’ I thought to myself.

“Oh look,” the stupid blond said moving to my ass, she’s shaved … how lovely. Did you guys do this?”

“No Stace,” I heard Master say, “it was all her own work.”

“What a slut!”

I was getting more humiliated by the second, and when Stacy touched the sensitive, wet slit of my pussy I jumped as far as my binds would allow.

“Ooooooooh, nice,” the stupid bitch of a girl said as she slipped a finger inside me. I could feel it wriggling in my cunt, slipping, sliding, circling making me feel good … oh so good.

“Look at her writhe,” Jonno said.

“Just needs a girl’s touch to get a response like this,” bragged Stacy as she slipped another finger inside me. I wanted to cry out but couldn’t. I had never been touched by another girl before. In fact my only bisexual experience at all involved a little flirtatious kissing on a slightly drunken evening.

This was different … this was desperately humiliating.

By the time Stacy had finished I was on the edge of a powerful climax. She realised my orgasm ready state and expertly ceased her fingering of me just in time. As she came around to my front and knelt to face me I was shaking with fear and lust.

“Enjoy that, whore?”

I couldn’t reply.

“Well did you?” she reached out and twisted my right nipple hard … very hard.

I nodded, thinking that was the best reply I could give just as she placed the 2 fingers that were covered in my juices inside her mouth and sucked them dry.

“Mmmmmm, lovely,” she mocked, and I could sense that this beautiful babe was going to help make my immediate future as painful as she possibly could.

Master (8) … 

I had to say that I was pleased with how slut was secured. Poor Ev was pretty much immobile with her mouth, ass and pussy available to us whenever and however we wanted.

She had pissed me off by being disrespectful to John and by constantly using the terms ‘I’ and ‘me’ and now I had positioned her to feel my wrath. As I looked down at Ev I had to admit to feeling proud of her. She looked beautiful bound, stretched and waiting to feel the pain and pleasure of my desire. However, I was also looking forward to getting her home and having her all to myself.

Jonno’s girlfriend Stacy had arrived. Gorgeous and blond she appeared like a sexual vision as John led her into the room. Her golden hair hung provocatively loose as far as her shoulder blades and she wore a skimpy white vest, through which I couldn’t help but notice her pierced, erect nipples The top cut off well before her tight, faded denim jeans started thus revealing many inches of flat, tanned stomach flesh.

I had known Stacy for many months, ever since Jonno met her, and she was a great girl. Always up for fun and happy, herself, to be dominated whenever the feeling took her. But for now I watched, mesmerised, as Stacy fingered my slut, my Ev and brought as near as she could to orgasm, frustratingly letting her down before Ev’s juices could really begin to flow. Then my cock almost exploded as Stacy walked around to slut’s front and sucked her wet fingers dry. This was going to be some evening I could tell.

“Hi Si,” Stacy drawled in her seductive tones,”your slut’s beautiful, aren’t you bitch?”

I saw Ev glance up at Stacy, moving her angry and humiliated eyes as far as the bondage would allow and glaring at the blond girl.

“Si, love the ring gag, what we gonna with that?”

”All yours Jonno,” I said obligingly, “if Stacy doesn’t mind.”

“Be my guest lover,” she consented,”I’m gonna fuck her myself somehow before long.”

I noticed a shudder in slut’s shoulders when she heard Stacy’s last statement.

I saw Jonno move to the wall and I shuddered as he turned the handle once more.  My poor slave’s arms and neck were stretched more than she, I am sure, had ever imagined, and beyond the belief of what she thought possible.  Every muscle and every joint in her gorgeously abused body must have cried out for relief.

I moved to a position resting against the wall that Ev faced so that I could see the action. I had a great view of my cunt’s face watching in terror as John approached her.  Apparently not satisfied with my considerable efforts he held more rope in his hands, which he used to bind tightly around slut’s elbows.  This forced her arms further together in a manner that really must have been unbearable.  She could not move a muscle and, though was unable to speak, other than in brief unintelligible muffles, Ev could indeed see and feel everything, which was enough to induce the fear I now saw in her eyes.

Having secured her arms even tighter Jonno returned to Ev’s face.  Her mouth was accurately positioned at groin level so she had a fine view of my buddy as he wound down his zipper and flipped out his erect cock.  Her eyes opened wide.

“Nnghhhhh!” she cried, “Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” any attempt at forming an actual word was pointless and so slut just closed her eyes.

There was no need for any encouragement on his part to make her open her mouth, nor any fear of her using her teeth. Slut’s throat had become a hole to be screwed.

I moved to my slut’s rear and crashed my flat palm hard down on her ass.

“Yeaaaggghhhhhhhh!” she cried.

“Open your fucking eyes cunt and watch him fuck you!”

I moved to look at her face. Her lovely brown Asian eyes were indeed now wide open. Good slut.

He inserted his stiff penis into the wide opening.  It rubbed against the padded sides for the first few inches until it passed through to the inside of her warm oral cavern.  He continued to push until I could tell that he had reached the back of Ev’s throat as he caused her to gag.

Then he began to fuck her mouth.  First he was gentle and slow, but he soon became more vigorous and he gripped Ev’s hair painfully as his strokes became hard and fast.

My cock was bulging as Stacy moved to me and ran her fingers along its length. I breathed in deeply, looked into the lovely features of Jonno’s girl and responded as her lips touched mine. As I kissed Stace I kept one eye on Jonno as he fucked Ev hard.

“Take me bitch,” I heard him say as he slammed home his tool.  Faster and faster he rode until the inevitable happened.  His back arched and he groaned long and loud. Even though his entire shaft had disappeared into Ev’s mouth and I could not see any of him, I guessed by his state that he had spilled his seed into her throat.

My slut gagged, but she could do nothing.  John’s groin thrust rapidly sending shot after shot of thick semen into Ev’s throat until he finally came to rest.  His panting body moved away from her as he released her hair and left a thick line of cum connecting his cock to slut’s mouth.  As he pulled away it broke leaving a trace of pale white seed hanging delightfully from her chin.

“Fuck yeah man that was some blow job!”

“Hardly a blow job Jonny boy,” Stacy commented, “You just fucked her mouth. This would be a better blow job.”

I laughed as Stacy slid down his body and took his semi erect cock into her mouth and slowly cleaned him of residual sperm and slut juice. He had to lean back against the brick as Stacy almost brought his spent cock immediately back to life. Almost but not quite, whereas mine was fit to burst.

I looked back at Ev. She stared at the brick wall and I could see her tear filled eyes ready to spill over. But the evening was still young and there would be time to spill many more tears yet. So whilst Jonno and Stacy were lost in their coupling I picked up one of my friend’s piercing guns and approached Ev’s front.

As I moved to her breasts she guessed my intention.

Ev could not move at all, but she emitted a muffled groan as the device I had picked up was placed over her erect left nipple and a sharp single needle pierced her.  Moving away from my first effort I moved to the sobbing Ev’s other breast.  Soon both nipples were sporting a small clean hole. 

I then moved away, put down the machine and, picking up some small metal blocks connected to a fine chain, I returned to my slave. Ev could not move her neck to look down, so she could not see the 3 pound weights at the end of a small strong, yet delicate, chain. 

However, she certainly felt them, as I fastened first one then the other weight onto her nipples by inserting the chains into the pierced holes.  She groaned anew as her breasts now stretched in an entirely new direction, with the weights pulling towards the floor.  I smiled at Ev’s heightened state of captivity.

“Hey guys I have an idea.”

Both Jonno and I watched as Stacy unfastened her jeans and pulled them down her long legs. She kicked them off and stood facing us wearing nothing but her small vest and the briefest black lace thong.

I was very pleasantly intrigued as Stacy then peeled the black thong away from her moist slit, dispensed with the skimpy garment and faced us with a naked, shaved pussy.

“What’s your thought baby?” asked Jonno.

“Watch me lover.”

I could hardly take my eyes off Stace but I also glanced at Ev as she watched what the blond girl was up to, and I saw her eyes widen when she saw Stacy’s pierced labia sporting a small gold ring. Stacy clearly knew John’s house well, including this room, because she moved to a drawer and took out a large, rubber flesh coloured dildo. Turning to the wall faced by Ev she fastened the base of the phallus between two metal runners on the wall. This meant that the dildo could be made to protrude from the wall at almost any height, and secured at the appropriate level by the runners.

Stacy fastened it at a height just right for her and moving backwards towards the wall whilst fingering her already wet pussy she backed onto the dildo.

“Fucking ace Stace,” Jonno said as his girlfriend closed her eyes, started to fondle her tits and sank back onto the upturned cock. Stacy’s groin was about 2 feet away from Ev’s face so my slut had a bird’s eye view of all the action.

Stacy looked both Jonno and then me straight in the eye, "Would you like to watch me fuck myself?"  She whispered softly.

"Oh, shit Stace yeah", I replied.

I watched as Stacy reached down between her legs. She gripped the dildo by the shaft with the plastic cock-head just touching her glistening labia. She started to move slowly up and down, hesitating every now and then to massage her clit. Slowly she worked the dildo’s length into her body, easing herself backwards and leaning forward until it sunk deeply into her cunt.

I needed to fuck Ev. I couldn’t help myself, my cock was bursting.

Stacy raised her right leg and then lowered herself even further now totally impaled by the phallus.  I was standing a few feet away from Stacy but I could smell the heady musk from her juiced up pussy and couldn't stand it any longer - I had to screw my slut.

“Do you want me slave?” I asked directing my request to Ev – she would get me anyway but I wanted to see her response.

Ev nodded as best as she could. She was a good slut.

Moving to the rear of her bondaged body I reached out for the firm cheeks of her ass; prising them open to reveal her tight, little anus and gently kissed it.  I eased her cheeks apart and applied my tongue to the back of her cunt, lapping at my slut’s juices whilst glancing up at Stacy as she thrust herself back and forth on the plastic cock.

I heard Stacy call out for Jonno and as I licked at Ev’s pussy I saw my buddy move to his girl and, as she leaned forward to accommodate the dildo, she pulled him into her and they kissed.

Ev was watching them and I could see her pussy getting more juiced as my tongue worked hard at her. I stood up and let my finger take over from my tongue in keeping slut wet, and slipped off my shorts with my other hand.

"Give me more!" I heard Stacy gasp; now earnestly fucking the dildo as Jonno let his hands roam over his girl’s firm breasts.

I slapped my open palm hard down on slut’s ass and she yelped.

“Fccccck Mstrrrrrrrr!”

I looked up at Jonno and Stacy and she was now gyrating wildly, clearly on the verge of an orgasm. That was it … I had to fuck!

I gripped Ev’s hips and thrust hard and easily into her juice soaked pussy.

“Eeeoooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!” she cried beautifully.

I fucked her hard and I fucked her rough, occasionally cruelly slapping her ass cheeks to heighten my sensation. This was all about me and my pleasure not about slut but we were both so stoked that it took only a dozen or so well timed strokes before I felt her pussy tighten around my cock.

“Yesssssssssssssssssssss!” Stacy yelled her way to her own climax, which triggered mine and I pumped my groin repeatedly into Ev’s cunt as I emptied my sperm into her. The feeling of me cumming must have started my slave as she too exploded into a seemingly powerful orgasm.

The room was one solid climax as Stacy, cunt and I came gloriously. Jonno of course had just emptied his balls into Ev’s mouth.  There was an overpowering smell of sex. Delicious!

I pulled out of slut’s cunt dripping my cum down her thighs and looked up to see Stacy still impaled fully on the wall dildo, bent forward with her long hair hanging low covering her lovely face. Jonno stared at her perspiring body with a silly smile on his face.

Slowly and with a groan Stacy eased herself off the phallus leaving it slick and shiny with her juices.

“Great idea Stace,” Jonno said, “I’ve never seen such a mass climax, shame mine was earlier.”

“No lover, that’s was just the means to the end,” Stacy replied.

“Huh?” I said, “Waddya mean Stace?”

“Well I presume you guys were going to give your slut here a whipping of some sort?”

I nodded and noticed a movement in Ev’s shoulders as the Stacy’s words registered with my slut through the haze of her post orgasmic state.

“So let’s get her set up with her ass in the air and get her mouth with the ring gag fastened onto the wall dildo. It’s covered in my pussy juice and it will be so sexy knowing that as we beat her she will be sucking my cum into her throat.”

“Nnngggggggghhhhhhhhh!” protested slut ineffectively.

“Great idea Stace,” I commended her. I moved to slut and despite her muffled protests I pushed her a few feet until her face was at the head of the dildo. At my signal Jonno released the handle a notch to allow her position to change whilst keeping the pressure on her neck and arms at the same level.

I could smell the juice from Stacy as I inserted the phallus into Ev’s ring gag enjoying her mews of despair. By the time the long, wet shaft had disappeared into slut’s mouth she was gagging. I imagined how humiliating this must be for Ev, and how far down her throat the plastic cock must be - my spent cock began to stir again.

“You’ll get used to it slave,” I mocked. Tears streamed down her face.

“Okay boys, shall we whip her?” Stacy commented as she peeled off her vest top but replaced her black lace thong.

“Yeah,” I replied enthusiastically, “but first let me do this.”

I moved to the small basin in the corner of the room and filled a glass with water. Returning to slut I poured it over her ass cheeks. I then repeated the process until her butt was glistening with water. She shook in her bonds but could not even moan in a muffled way now as she sucked on the dildo.

“Have you got a bamboo cane Jonno?”

“Yes bud,” he replied and produced a whippy bamboo cane almost immediately.

“Thanks,” I replied. “Now when we whip her, the wet state of her ass will intensify the pain four fold.”

“Oh Si,” drooled Stacy, “I can’t wait.”

I moved to Ev’s head and kissed her neck in a long and lingering manner. I could hear her mouth working at the dildo as, against her will, Stacy’s juice was lapped up.

“Are you ready for this my cunt?” I asked.

Ev could move her head less than an inch but the panic in her eyes told its own story.

I laughed and moved to her rear once again. Ev flinched as I placed the cane on her wet skin letting her feel its touch. As I removed the bamboo rod and positioned my feet accordingly I could see Ev hold her breath as her body tensed waiting for the first stroke to lash down onto her poor unprotected bottom.

Slut (8) … 

He kissed my neck, as a lover would tenderly and lovingly use his lips to light a fire, but there was no love in this kiss, only further humiliation. I could do nothing but moan, my mouth filled to capacity with the dildo attached to the wall, the juices of Stacy's pussy slowly diluting and sliding down my throat.

The kiss was a Judas kiss, a prelude to more suffering. I tried to beg with my eyes, knowing he would ignore it. The pain in my shoulders was now a dull throb.

He simply held the bamboo cane against my ass, and I could sense him reset his feet in preparation for the whipping. I felt rather than saw the cane leave
my tender bottom, held my breath in anticipation of the pain, and …

…"aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the agony was excruciating. I felt my entire
body quiver from the way he hit me, holding back nothing. I had never
been spanked by my father, and the shock was overwhelming. I was not
sure I could stay on my feet, but I knew that if I allowed my knees to
buckle, I would dislocate my shoulders.

"eeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssss," Please, I begged through the gag and around the dildo which filled my mouth. I wanted to yell please no more, I will do anything, please. Why are you doing this to me? I have done nothing, only tried to please you. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

Swishhhhh, I heard the next attack on my unprotected bottom and then
felt as though he was slicing skin off my body. It was a calculated move to wet my ass first and it worked. My agony was intense.

Master finally spoke after the second caning. "You will learn quickly, slut, or I will flail the skin right off your ass or back. You will obey me instantly or else," he threatened, bending down and looking directly at me. He rose and three swift and consecutive attacks marked my ass with the bamboo cane. My breathing became raspy and throaty, as I gasped and sobbed and tried to get oxygen through my nose.

"Let's go get something to eat. We'll leave her here to think about her situation," and they all agreed and left me alone, to reflect upon the 5 painful bamboo cane stripes marking my ass, in pain and in bondage, tears rolling down my cheek.

This had to be a nightmare. How could it be anything else? Did I actually think that by trying to attract Simon's attention back on the beach, that somehow I could use my sexuality to control him? Yes, I wanted his attention. Yes, I wanted him to be a strong man in my life, to be a source of sexual release and to make me feel more female, more dependent, and yes, more submissive to his desires.

My tongue and nipples were now pierced. Weights hung from my erect nubs
and they felt like they were being stretched beyond their ability to rebound. Small S's hung from a second piercing in my ears, Simon's slut. He had pierced my tongue, which now tried to glide along the dildo that filled my mouth.

I was naked, my ass striped by his bamboo cane, all my holes used and used again. I would not be able to escape; there was no erasing the past few hours. I was marked as his kajira, the only thing missing from the fictional tale being a collar or some permanent marking on my skin.

The dildo jammed into my mouth and halfway down my throat was so
uncomfortable. I was orally impaled and could do nothing to lessen the discomfort. My shoulders were numb, the muscles in my neck actually felt like they were going to start cramping. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I was so scared when my Master and his friends were present but now they were gone I felt so alone.

I heard their footsteps and then the door opened. As they made their
way across the room, Master asked, "Has this time alone helped you
understand where you failed and how you must improve?"

"ghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ssssssssssssssssssssssssss," yes,
yes, please, I begged.

"She seems to have learned her lesson," Stacy commented.

"I hope so," Master agreed, and began to release me from my bondage, “but it’s hard to be sure what she is saying. If you have learned your lesson, wag your ass like a dog."

I wiggled my ass as best I could under the circumstances, now no longer even considering the humiliation of how I must look. Please, his slut begged him, she has learned her lesson!

Master (9) … 

My slut looked beautiful bound and orally gagged so comprehensively. Her ass had reddened and would be sore, I could be sure about that. However, although it would have felt like the worst beating ever, I was relatively lenient when swinging the cane and the redness would disappear in a few hours.

It was time to let her down. I wanted her to myself. I wanted the girl I had seen on the beach. I wanted my Ev to strip for me again … I wanted to take her some more.

So my well punished slut was released. First I unwound her platted hair allowing her stretched neck to come free, following which I eased her away from the dildo. It was now clean and wet with Ev’s saliva. I smiled as I thought of the pool of Stacy’s pussy juice that was now resident in my slut’s stomach.

“Oh Si, can’t we play some more,” asked Stacy, “I so want to fuck her.”

“No Stace she needs a rest. It’s her first time and I want her to perform later, if you know what I mean?”

“Okay then you selfish bastard,” she smirked, “actually I have a bit of a nauseous feeling coming on. Maybe something we ate. I think I need to rest.”

I smiled politely and returned my attention to slut.

“Nnnnggghhhh! kknngg Bsssssttttttttddddds!”” came a muffled cry. I smiled. Ev was obviously experiencing the blood flow returning to normal in her neck. It was only the start of what would be an agonizing freeing of her bound limbs. Ev was now mewing her protests delightfully through the gag.

I had not heard her voice for sometime and wanted to hear her beg again. I removed the gag and Ev coughed and spluttered as her wide spread jaw closed painfully shut much to her relief. Some of the residual juices from both Stacy and Jonno spilled onto her chin, but slut did not bother about them, she was just grateful to be partially freed.

“Shall we leave you like this slave for a while longer?”

”No Mather, pleath,” she was still lisping delightfully from the tongue piercing, “… let me go, I will be a good thlut.”

”Okay, I will untie your arms.”

I reached across her back and unfastened Jonno’s elbow ropes before unclipping her wrist cuffs from the ceiling chain. My exhausted slut collapsed to the floor. I unclipped the weights from her stretched nipples and then finally her legs were freed from the spreader bar. 

“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Fuck, Mather, thith ith awfullllllllllllllll!” her body was fighting back after being bound for so long.

Ev was completely unbound, save for her wrist cuffs which still held her arms secure behind her back. However, she could do nothing but lay groaning in agony on the cold, stone floor.  She had certainly been broken in. Fucked and used in every hole, caned and humiliated in severe bondage … and there was a whole weekend still ahead of us!

“Jonno fetch me a couple of nipple rings bud.”

“You got it pal.”

“And make ‘em big ones … the slut’s a slave after all.”

He returned speedily and, to a small moan from Ev, I clipped the new hoops in her nipples.

Stacy moved to where Ev lay and pushed her in a demeaning manner with her foot until slut was moved onto her back.

“Ohhhhhhhh pleath, Thtathy, ohhhhhh nnnooo. Ouch!!” Ev cried out as she was forced to lay her full weight onto her bound arms that now lay under her body.

“Mithtreth Thtathy, to you cunt,” said Stacy harshly whilst mimicking slut’s lisp.

“Thorry, Mithtreth Thtathy.” Ev shuffled slightly easing the aching pain that she felt not just through her arms but around her entire body.

I knelt down and to slut’s relief I rolled her back onto her stomach and released her wrists. For the first time since I first fastened the spider onto her at the boathouse my slave was free of any bondage.

She cried anew as the part of her body that had been restrained the longest and tightest came back to life.

I helped her to her unsteady feet and she threw herself at me hugging my chest and sobbing into me. I returned the hug and allowed her to feel the protection of my body for a brief while. Reaching down I picked up the towel from my bag and gently wiped her face and chin clean.

“Get dressed slut,” I ordered as I moved away from her and passed her the bag. “I want to you to wear my sweatshirt, your denim skirt and the red bikini thong.” I smiled at the thought of how she would look.

It was ultimately unbeatable to see sluts naked and bound, but there was something provocatively seductive about seeing Ev dressed as I had ordered. Ev quickly obliged, visibly grateful at being allowed some clothes again.

“Thank you Mathers and Mithtreth.” She remembered well, slut was learning her place.

“Jonny,” Stacy spoke, “I am going to go too.”

“What,” said Jonno disbelievingly, thinking no doubt of the lust fuelled fuck he was expecting, “Why?”

“I’m not feeling too good. Don’t worry I can see you again on Sunday and then I’ll make it up to you.”

“But Stace …”

She kissed him and then put her fingers to his lips, “Shhhhh lover, don’t worry I will keep my hands away from my pussy until I see you again.”

“But can’t you come over tomorrow?” Jonno was whining a bit now.

“I can’t baby, you know I’m busy.”

Jonno looked accepting but crestfallen. Stacy turned to me.

“Si, can y’all give me a lift home; I don’t want to get a cab feeling like this.”

”Sure Stace no problem, slut and I would be only too happy to give you a ride.”

“Thanks Si,” drawled Stacy. “Would you mind if I suggested one thing before we leave?”

“Go on,” I said.

I watched as she caught Ev’s shoulder, turned her around and then slapped my slut hard across the face.

“Yeeeoooowwww!” Ev spun and fell to the floor whereupon Stacy grabbed slut by the hair and dragged her back to her feet. Ev’s hand flew to her head trying to protect her roots whereupon Stacy slapped her down again.

Slut lay sobbing on the cold floor her head in her hands.

“Stand up cunt, stand up now or else there will be more of the same!”

I was enjoying Stacy’s show; she sure didn’t seem ill to me. I smiled as Ev struggled to her feet. After several hours of bondage torture my slut did not really have the strength to withstand Stacy’s onslaught.

“Take off the sweatshirt cunt!”

Obediently Ev crossed her arms and slowly removed the top. A flashback to the beach was already passing through my mind. I ogled Ev’s beautifully pierced nipples and firm breasts as Stacy reached into a nearby cabinet and took out a small ‘Y’ shaped chain.

“You will not travel in comfort slave.”

With that Stacy connected the two ends from the top of the ‘Y’ to the hoops in Ev’s nipples and then pulled upwards. My slut yelped again.

“Yeeeoowwwww!”

Stacy wound the chain around her fingers and pulled tight such that Ev’s tits were stretched up along with her nipples as the single end of the chain headed towards my slave’s mouth.

“Tongue out cunt!” Stacy ordered, raising her hand as if to slap slut again – I saw now why Stacy had been so forceful with Ev … it guaranteed obedience without fuss!

I could sense that Ev knew where this was headed but she stuck out her pierced pink tongue as ordered.

“Please Mithress don’t …” slut’s tongue swelling was going down now and her lisp seemed far less pronounced.

Stacy, of course, ignored slut’s begging and proceeded to fasten the single chain end underneath sluts tongue and to her top stud. Despite slave’s breasts being stretched painfully upwards, the chain was still in inch or so short and so now Ev’s tongue was pulled cruelly out of her mouth.

“Nnnnnnnggggghhhhhhh llssseeeeeeee!” slut was back to making muffled noises.

I smiled at Stacy and nodded.

“Great stuff Stace,” said Jonno enthusiastically, “are you feeling better then?”

Stacy looked at her boyfriend, “a little hun, but I really do need to rest. I should go with Si.”

“Put the sweat top back on cunt!” Stacy issued her final order and Ev, trying her best to ignore the newly imposed pain, did as she was told.

I smiled as I could see where Stacy was really going with her ‘supposed’ illness. Jonno had always been a bit dim. A good businessman but always he was a bit dim.

“John,” I said, “thank you for your hospitality as always, and, let’s face it you got adequate payment,” I smiled, “fucked my slut in the ass and the mouth … and you let me pay for dinner.” I punched him playfully on the shoulder.

“Anytime bud. Look forward to seeing our little Asian whore again soon.” He reached out to fondle her painfully stretched breasts for one last time.

Ev looked in far less agony than she had for most of the late afternoon and evening but her breasts still appeared to be giving her some pain. Once again her eyes watered and tears were ready to spill over.

“Come on then Stace,” I said to our gorgeous travelling companion, who I sensed might well be with us for a while longer yet.

I picked up my bag and, ever the gentleman, I let Stacy out through the door and into the back drive first and then I followed. I shook Jonno’s hand and then turned to slut who was still inside the room.

“Crawl cunt!” I ordered. Ev looked at me and I am sure almost shook her head as if to say ‘no’. But she didn’t … most of her fight had now gone, for the time being at least.

I watched her get to her knees. Her head was, by default, lowered due to the fact that the further her head was bowed the more slack the chain allowed and the less strain was put on her tits.

“Wait,” Ev stopped before she had even started. I knelt at her side and pulled her red bikini thong down over her thighs. This restricted her leg movements making them smaller and more slave like and moreover showed her shaved pussy to the world. I fondled my ever growing hard on as I stared down at Ev’s red, caned ass cheeks.

She crawled beautifully to my car as all three of us stood and, as the brief denim skirt rode high on her hips, we watched her ass, naked, sore and exposed, sway delightfully … and if I wasn’t mistaken my slut looked a little wet again to me. My cock was once more pushing at my shorts.

I waited until my slave had crawled into the rear of the car, and sat carefully down, flinching as the leather touched her beaten butt, before I signalled to Stacy to join her on the back seat.

“Stace put my towel under slut’s ass would you? I don’t want her juicing up my seats.” Stacy laughed and did as she was asked. Ev looked acutely embarrassed.

I got into the front and, as the ignition started and my car pulled away, I waved goodbye to John. It had been some afternoon and evening … so far … and I could sense it wasn’t over yet!

“So Stace, shall we drop you off first?” I smiled teasing.

“Look Si,” she oozed sexily, “I was thinking …” her hand snaked over the driver’s seat top and brushed lightly around the back of my neck.

“Yes?” I asked, smiling even more now.

“Well, I was thinking that I could go home with you and your cunt and have some fun with you both ... you know. I mean don’t tell me that you’ve never dreamed of fucking me?”

I glanced at the lovely Stacy through my rear view mirror and raised my eyebrows.

“So just let me have some time with slut here and I’m all yours honey.”

I couldn’t fucking believe it, two gorgeous girls to myself for most of the weekend.

“What about Jonno?” I asked.

“Hey, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Okay… deal!”

I looked through the mirror once more, this time at Ev. Her tongue was still stuck out and her sweat top covered breasts pulled high. She did not look happy at this turn of events as it meant that Stacy would be with us at least for the remainder of the evening, if not longer.

“Listen Stace, you’d better release slut’s tongue. It’s a 30 minute drive to my place and we don’t want to get stopped or anything.”

“Mmmmm, shame Si, but maybe you’re right.”

“Unfasten her tits and tongue then re-cuff her hands behind her and out of sight,” I said “and then you can play with her all the way home. Make her juice and see how many times you can get her to the edge of orgasm. If she cums then we’ll start our night’s fun with a proper whipping when we get her home. Waddya say?”

“Slut, take your bikini thong right off, bunch your skirt up and spread your legs for Mistress Stacy.”

I glanced again at Ev and watched as she slowly and with a renewed anger in her eyes slipped her bikini bottoms off and sat with her legs spread as wide as the space in the back seat would allow.

“Ohhhh Si, yes I like that idea … come on slut,” Stacy said picking the wrist cuffs out from the bag before reaching to free the chain in Ev’s mouth, “come to Mistress!”

Slut (9) … 

I was so grateful when Master released me that I hugged him with all
my life. I would have done anything he asked of me at that moment. I
now realized that I deserved to be punished. I had disobeyed and
embarrassed him with his friend. He had taught me a lesson and now I
felt love for the first time in my life. Please don't let me go,
Master. Please protect me from Mistress Stacy. I will obey you.
Please love me.

He was so tender, wiping my face of tears, pussy juice, and semen. I
felt his strength and never wanted it to end. Master, take me home,
love me, and let me love you, I thought.

I was amazed by the pain when I was released from the bondage. When
the blood rushed back into the cramped muscles and strained tendons,
it was as though a train of fire blazed through my body. I would do
anything to avoid that punishment again.

He allowed me to get dressed and I felt almost normal. Well, as
normal as could be expected, with the many new piercings that now
adorned my body. I felt so foolish trying to speak with the tongue
piercing. The nipple rings made me feel like such a slut. But when I
put on his sweatshirt and my bikini bottom, I felt almost normal. I
thanked Master and Mistress, as I now thought of Stacy. I realized
that I had to please her as much as Master.

The party seemed to be breaking up. Mistress said she didn't feel
well, but she seemed perfectly well to me. Maybe she read my mind,
disappointed that Master would be giving her a ride home, or maybe she
just needed to enforce her will upon me again, but she suddenly
slapped me across the face, knocking me to the ground. Not giving me
a moment to recover, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my
feet. I was still weak from the bondage and unable to defend myself
in any way.

Mistress ordered me to remove the sweatshirt. I had hoped Master
would intervene, since he had just let me get dressed, but he did not
interfere. As I lifted the shirt, Mistress made her way to the closet
and returned with a light chain in the shape of a Y. I sensed rather
than knew what she would do and in moments she had connected my
ringed tits and pierced tongue! The strain on both parts of my body
was so unpleasant and once again I felt more animal than human.
Master, please, Master, save me, I thought.

She then ordered me to put the sweatshirt back on. It was so painful,
trying to pull it over my head, with my poor tongue chained to my
aching titties. I bowed my head as far as possible to relieve the
strain, but it was still painful and humiliating. I was ordered to
crawl to the car and I knew there was no choice but to obey. Master
opened the door for Mistress like a perfect gentleman, but the only
attention he paid to me was to pull my bikini bottom down around my
thighs, making it even more difficult for his slut to crawl to the
car. Oh, Master, please, why are you doing this to your slut?

I finally made it to the car, and crawled into the back seat. I
couldn't understand it, but the juices were flowing copiously from my
abused pussy. I expected to suffer alone in the back seat, but
Mistress surprised me by getting in the back with me. It was so
embarrassing when Master, realizing his slut was juicing, told
Mistress to put a towel under my leaking cunt. They were more worried
about getting slave juices on his car seat than the anguish being
suffered by their frightened slut.

My heart nearly broke when I realized Mistress had no intentions of
going home, that she was far from ill. She wanted Master and the
wishes of the chained slut that sat in the back seat mattered not to
either of them. Master suggested that I be unchained for the ride
home, just in case we were stopped by a policeman. Oh, I thought,
what if we were? Would I tell him that I was their prisoner, their
sex slave, their animal? Would I?

I heard them plan to tease my tender pussy all the way to the
apartment, after first locking my hands behind my back. I was
defenceless and her words, "come to Mistress," were spoken as to a
trained bitch.

She began to tease my pussy, letting her fingernail slide along and
scratch the tender lips. When I reacted by drawing my legs toward
each other, she slapped my inner thigh and told me to remain spread.
At my heightened state of arousal, it would take only a few moments of
her attention to bring me to another orgasm, but I knew this was not
allowed. I did not want to be punished again, so I strained and
begged my body to be still, to not react to her unwanted fingers, but
she knew just where to scratch, and when her fingernail made contact
with my engorged clit, I let out a cry of anguish and sexual energy.
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, please Mistress, please no, I screamed in
my mind, gritting my teeth, throwing my head back in hopes of
overcoming the volcanic explosion building within me.

"Haha, she is fighting the inevitable, Si," she said, as her finger
suddenly withdrew from my gapping cunt. "Nooooooooooo," I silently
begged. I need to cum, please don't stop now! My breathing was
sporadic and labored, unable to find peace and unable to find release.

"Remember cunt," Master reminded me, as if I needed to be reminded,
"that if you cum, you will be whipped again. You don't want that do
you, cunt?"

"No, Mather, no," I responded, knowing that I might not have a choice.
If Mistress wanted, she could easily drive me over the edge. I was
helpless to control my own body.

Then she was back. Stacy’s expert fingers traced the line of my slit. I desperately wanted to close my thighs and squeeze the juice out of my pussy.

“Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkk!” I screamed as I was entered once more. This bitch’s fingers were making me crazy. I so wanted to cum and I so didn’t want to cum. These feelings were battling it out within me. One more flick of my clit and that would be it …no, no, no, no , nooooooooooooooooooo! I felt the on rush of my climax and knew that I would torn to shreds by their whips,

I was ready to cum, please no, let me … I tried to focus my mind elsewhere but Stacy’s fingers always brought me back to my reality.

“Ohhhhhh, noooooooooo, yessssssssssssssssss!” that was it. The wave couldn’t be stopped.

Then a screech of brakes made me shudder and jerk forward in the seat, thrusting my body against the fastened seatbelt. The same movement brought Stacy’s fingers out of my pussy and sent her crashing in a similar manner.

“Oooops, sorry girls,” Smiled Master looking relieved that he had managed to stop his car just inches from the one in front.

“Too much watching the back and not enough watching the road. Nearly there now.”

I hadn’t cum.

I had never been so close before, ever, but I hadn’t cum. My stomach and groin were now so stoked that the merest of touches would have sent me over the edge. But we were stopping outside Master’s house.

I had survived the journey and would not be whipped. Maybe that should have made me feel better but it didn’t because whatever was about to be done to me I knew would not be pleasant.

To be continued …

Just a visit to the beach …

This story is a complete work of fiction.  It has been written by a real life Master and slave couple. The structure is intended to reflect the alternate dom and sub view on an interesting scenario as our heroine, Ev, is introduced to slavery …Enjoy, and please let us know what you thought.

PART 4

Master (10) …

Fuck that was close!

I had stopped just inches from the rear of the car in front. The show that my slut and Stace had been putting on was mesmerising and I hadn’t been paying attention to the road. Still, not to worry, we had survived.

And slut hadn’t cum! No whipping, but still plenty of creative pain in store for her. My cock began to ache again.

We all disembarked from the car and stepped out onto my driveway. I was proud of my house. It was a large wooden and brick building with 4 bedrooms, living and dining room a reception hall, cloakroom and three restrooms, including 1 en suite. It also had a cellar.

“Wow Si, nice place.”

It pleased me that Stacy was impressed. Slut looked around in awe saying nothing.

“What’s down there Si?”

“It’s my cellar Stace. Want to take a look?” I said as I reached down to release Slut’s wrists. I smiled as she rubbed quickly around her arms wincing as the blood once more began to flow properly.

“Mmmmm yes,” she purred.

I unlocked the top door before stepping first into the dark staircase. I flicked on the light so that the girls could follow. Slut came after me and Stacy behind her. I guess that Stace allowed Ev before her to make sure she did not try to run away as normally a useless slut like Ev would have been made to follow behind.

We reached the bottom where the stairs opened out into a huge room that stretched for the entire floor space of the house. I knew they would be impressed.

“Fuck me Si,” said Stacy perhaps half to reflect her reaction and half as a statement of what she wanted – or so I liked to think!

Ev still just looked around amazed, but now with a terrified look registered on her face. The room was a dungeon, and a much better equipped one than Jonno’s.

“Do you like it girls?”

Stacy whistled her continued wonderment as I moved to pick a long coiled whip off the wall. I could see Ev’s eyes scanning the many pulley’s, chains, whips, manacles, cuffs and the whole variety of devices and instruments of torture that furnished the room.

If she thought there was to be any respite her views had just been corrected.

“Master,” said slut, her lisp now completely gone.

“Yes slut.”

“May slut speak?”

“Go on,” I said wondering what she could have to say.

“Slut needs to pee, Sir.”

“Okay slut, go on then.”

Ev looked at me disbelievingly.

“Here, Master? But you have so many bathrooms. Slut could just …”

“My bathrooms are not for the use of worthless slaves. Pee in this.” I reached her a plastic bucket, “and do it now in front of Mistress and me.”

“Oh, please sir, slut can’t …”

“It’s no longer your choice slut. I am ordering you to. Fucking well piss for me now … get on with it!”

The severity in my tone made Ev squat down, bunch up her skirt and pee into the bucket whilst Stacy and I laughed at her. Despite everything she had been through today this no doubt would have been one of the most humiliating.

She finished and stood up and smoothed her skirt down clearly desperate to retain any last vestige of modesty for as long as possible. I moved the bucket away.

“Si,” Stacy said with a sexy undertone.

“What Stace,” I replied.

“I wanna fuck slut.”

“Do you, where?”

“In the ass Si, with a huge strap on dildo – like that one over there!” She pointed like an excited schoolgirl to a thick, black dildo laid out on a table top.

Ev turned to look at first me then Stacy.

“No Master please, not her.  Please, Master, fuck your slut!”

Stacy smiled and I knew that smile was to reflect the amount of trouble that my slave had just gotten herself into.

“Oh poor bitch, you’ve really done it now!” Stacy said gleefully.

“No, please, please let gyrl go ... let your slut go now. She will come back to you sometime. She is tired out … she needs to rest. Don’t let her …” Ev’s incoherent whining faded away to nothing as the futility of it became clear.

I was furious and it showed as I shouted angrily.

“Down bitch! On your knees! On your knees now!”

Ev shrank back against the wall of the room, terrified.

“On your knees bitch!” Stacy joined in much to slut’s additional embarrassment.

Slut fell back neatly on her haunches, spread her thighs and assumed the Nadu position, wide-eyed and trembling – trying to please but it was too late.

“Stay on your knees bitch! You will be punished. You have no rights at all and you certainly have no right to refuse to serve anyone I ask you to serve.”

I prodded the end of my large coiled whip against Ev's back, poking it into the material of my sweat top and lifting it up in puckers, revealing some of the tantalisingly tanned flesh of her lower back. Maybe I would get to whip the stupid slut after all. My cock really did ache now.

I turned to Stacy.

“Strip her!”

“No, please Master, “slut protested.

Stacy reached forward, grabbed Ev's top by the front and pulled it roughly upwards and over her head. I noticed how much of a lingering look Stacy gave to Ev’s firm breasts

I then poked the end of the whip underneath the hem of Ev’s short denim skirt.

“Get this off,” I said dismissively.

Again Stacy reached forward, undid the silver, stud button, and pulled down the zipper. The brief skirt fell free onto to the floor. Ev wore no underwear any longer and so once again she stood naked before us.

Stacy paced around slut, staring inquisitively at her frightened face as she rubbed her hands across Ev's smooth back.

“You really are a pretty one aren't you? Yes, a very pretty one. I will fuck you sooner or later you know; you will like that won’t you?”

Ev started to cry.

“Won’t you?” Stacy demanded an answer.

Ev shook her head, which infuriated both Stacy and I even more. I lost my patience.

“Stacy, I have to go pee. String her up so that we can jack-knife her but leave her hanging stretched above ground until I return.” I assumed that Stacy knew what I meant by ‘jack-knife’. I would soon find out I guessed.

Having relieved my bladder, washed myself and generally messed about for ten minutes or so I returned to the torture room.

Stacy had her strung up beautifully. It made me hard just to look at my slut in all her bound splendour.

“Great job Stace,” I complimented her. She had known what I meant.

Ev had done wrong to speak way out of turn and now she knew it. She looked gorgeous secured before Stacy and I and she was, apart from a broad black studded collar fastened about her neck and purposely positioned straps, completely naked. My slut’s taut body hung from her stretched arms so that her toes dangled two feet above the ground. Agonising!

Thick leather cuffs secured her wrists to a few links of chain and the ring that hung over the hook on the end of the bracket. A leather strap had been buckled about her knees, while another set of cuffs with a trailing chain bound her ankles.

These constraints helped to shape Ev’s body into a stunning, slender length, twisting slightly from side to side as far as the chain that held her allowed. The stretching of her pectoral muscles exposed the pale hollows of her armpits and pulled her pert high breasts into a very provocative position.

Nervous breathing caused a rapid swell and contraction of the flat, taut expanse of stomach flesh under her jewel adorned navel that perfectly complimented my slut’s slim waist. Her shaved pussy and groin looked just delectable.

Slave’s long hair was still tied in a simple pony-tail, hanging loose falling long down the smooth length of her back. Her head hung facing the floor as though in shame. Her brown eyes stared sightlessly down at the ground. 

A flick of my whip across her midriff jerked slut back to her senses. Ev, her eyes wide with apprehension, met my stern gaze. 

"Now then, cunt," I said. "You know why you're strung up like this?" 

"Yes, Master," she whimpered. "To be punished. Slut is so sorry. She'll never do it again, she promises!"

I glanced back at Stacy as she sat comfortably watching the proceedings unfold. I smiled as I noticed that she had rested her hands seductively and conveniently between her legs. 

"No, you won't cunt," I said with an assured certainty, "this session will make certain of that. Mistress Stacy, lift her feet." 

Stacy stood up, moved over to the dangling slut, grasped the chain trailing from Ev's ankle cuffs and climbed the small stepladder placed beside my unfortunate slave, drawing the chain up after her.

Ev bent in the middle like a ‘jack-knife’, the strap about her knees forcing her legs to remain straight, until her feet were almost level with her bound hands.

“Ouuucchhhhhhh,” cried Ev as her body became painfully stretched, “Master pleeeaaaase!”

Stacy hooked the ankle chain over the bracket and then reached between slut's legs and chest. A snap ring dangled from her collar, and this Stacy fastened to the strap about slut’s knees so that Ev's face was pressed against her shins.

Slut was very creatively bound. Excellent! 

Stacy stepped down. 

Now slut hung like an exotic fruit ripe for picking, her hips almost at shoulder height, leaving her pussy and ass completely exposed. Her tightly bound knees squeezed her thighs together and forced out her smooth labial lips into an unwilling pout. They shone both with remaining urine drips and stimulated pussy juice - Ev still being massively stoked from her unsatisfying encounter with Stace in the back of my car.

But it was the hole below this that held my immediate attention. I poked the dark rose of slut's anus with my straightened forefinger, making my slave jerk helplessly within her bonds. 

"Now, slut," I said, "what's this?" 

"My... your slut’s ass hole, sir," Ev replied despairingly. 

"And what's it for?" 

"For her to shit … sir." 

I smacked her butt cheeks hard.

"Do not be smart, cunt … what else?" 

"To... to give pleasure to you Master.”

“And anyone else I want to give your sorry ass hole to, understood?”

I stepped back and swung hard with the coiled whip and watched as the single, thick lash slashed across Ev’s bottom leaving a red welt trailing across her cheeks.

“Yeeeooowwwwwww!”

“understood?” I repeated.

“Y … y … yes sir.”

"Good," I said. I took up a stance to one side of Ev and rested the coil from the whip across her tight buttocks. "Now I’m going to drive that message home so you'll never forget it." 

I flashed the whip through the air and it smacked into slut’s ass flesh. 

Ev yelped deliciously, twisting on her chain like a hooked fish. A second thin red weal burned across her bottom cheeks and the split peach of her cunt as it rose between them. I let slut’s twisting come to rest, and then asked, 

"What can be put up your bottom hole, cunt?"

“Master?”

“Answer me slave, what can I put inside your ass?”

"Cocks, fingers, dildos... ass plugs... anything! Sir." Ev gasped.

“Correct cunt, in fact I can insert whatever I like because it is my ass, is it not?”

“Y…y…yes Master”.

Slash! The whip hurtled down to slut’s ass once more.

“Noooooooooooo, stooooooooppppppp!”

"And how often can these things be put up there?" 

"As many times as you wish M…m…master..." 

Again the lash struck home.

“Yeeeooooooowwwwwww!” 

"And do you have any say in the matter?" 

"No, sir... not at all, sir..." 

I whipped Ev’s ass hard for a fifth time.

“Bastarddddddddddddddddddd!”

I heard her cursed transgression and made a mental note to hit her harder next time.

"What if it hurts you a little?" 

"I..., your slut is here to suffer if you so desire, Master." 

A sixth stroke of the whip made Ev scream anew.

"So will you ever refuse your ass hole again to anyone that I say can have access to it?" 

"No, sir... they can cram it full with whatever they want, sir..." 

Slash!!!! A seventh stroke was anything but heaven for Ev.

"What are you?" 

"A useless slut... a slave and a cunt to be used only and always for my Master’s pleasure ..."

Ev was almost gibbering, so desperate was she to be released from her latest torment. 

Remembering her use of the word bastard I whipped the next lash down harder than on any of the previous strokes.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”

I enjoyed hearing Ev swear so meaningfully and so sexily. My cock was aching to fuck my little slut. But I might just ‘make do’ with the gorgeous Stacy and deliver the ultimate frustration to my delicious slave.

"And don't you ever forget it," I said, lowering the whip.

As slut hung sobbing and trembling I examined the results of my handiwork. Ev’s bottom was crisscrossed with weals and scarlet with heat, but the skin had not been broken. Experience had taught me just how much force to use on such occasions. I touched one or two of the marks and felt her body jump. Now there was one final detail and slut’s current punishment would be complete. 

"You'll stay up here until Stacy and I have amused ourselves slut," I told Ev, "hopefully by then you will have learned your lesson. Understand?" 

Ev nodded back to me as far as her bonds allowed and said faintly: "Yes Master... thank you." 

I took from a shelf a hook set in the end of a substantial length of inch- thick, phallus shaped, wood dowel.

"Now, I need a place to hang this hook. Do you know of one, slut?" 

Warily, knowing, I am sure, what I needed to hear, Ev replied to me "Master please use this slut’s ass hole."

I smiled and moved over to my hanging slut once more, taking a moment to fondle her reddened ass cheeks, before I took the wooden length and slipped it between her ass cheeks forcing slut’s anal ring open.

“Oh no! Please Master, don’t do this!”

Ignoring her cries I screwed the wooden dildo into the yielding tunnel of her ass until only the hook end was visible.

Ev squirmed and groaned, “Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk Master!”

Then I hung my sweat top, her skirt and her bikini thong from it.

“There you go, “I laughed, “the cunt is just a useless clothes hook!”

I turned to Stacy, who had been watching the whole procedure in what looked like fascinated silence. 

"Gag her, Stace. I don't want to hear a sound until we’re finished." 

"Yes, Master," Stacy said dutifully. It was the first time she had used that title with me. It would not be the last.

Once more Stacy climbed the small ladder in order to gain better access to slut’s mouth. With little resistance, largely due I guessed to Ev’s immobility, Stacy pushed a red ball gag deep into slut’s warm mouth, and strapped it tightly around her head  before descending to the floor once again.

Now I was all set to amuse myself while slut just hung and hurt and ached!

Stacy was a stunning piece of ass, of that there could be no denying. Just moments earlier she had called me Master. It made me hard just to think of it.

“Okay Stacy,” I said with just a hint of threat in my voice, “You might be Mistress to that piece of useless flesh hanging up there, but you’re just another slut to me. Understood?”

Stacy looked at me a little wide eyed, but also a little more breathless then she had been.

“Yes Master.”

This little scenario was playing out just fine.

“Okay then Staaaayyyceeeeeee,” I said mocking her name, “When you are controlling my slave you can be Mistress Stacy, but when I am using you then you will be referred to as if you are as low as slut. Understood?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good. Now Strip.”

I looked up at Ev. If she had any feeling left in her tightly bound body then she would be well and truly juicing after the display I now had planned.

“Take your top off slut.” I issued my short, curt command. 

Stacy smiled to herself. I stood patiently waiting; the atmosphere in the room was thick with sexual anticipation. I watched as Stacy reached down to her waist and, gripping the material of her skimpy vest top, pulled upwards freeing her gorgeous pierced tits from their material restraint.  I noticed that she couldn't resist taking a peek at my reaction and she smiled slightly when she saw my lustful leer.  Ev would need pierced nipples soon, I reminded myself. 

I glanced up at Ev. She had closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes cunt, or you will suffer more.” She did as she was asked and so enjoyed a first class view of this encounter between Stacy and I.

Stacy tossed the flimsy material to the floor furtively glancing, I saw, as she did so at my crotch. I knew she would be pleased to see the telltale bulge pushing against the stretched fabric of my shorts.

My gaze now lingered on her breasts. I almost groaned as she slowly, thoughtfully licked her lips in lustful anticipation, darting my tongue in, out, and around her nipples rings.

I looked up at Ev and could see the visible signs of her pussy juicing.

“Okay cunt,” I addressed Stacy, who smiled at the way I was addressing her, “lose the jeans and sneakers.”

A minute of almost slow motion like action saw the gorgeous blond wind down the snug fitting denim and slip off her pumps to create a bigger clothes pile on the floor.

"Now your panties slut," I addressed Stacy once more.

She hesitated for only a second before she slipped the black lace thong down her slender legs and kicked them off her feet and away to join her other clothes in a heap.

Now she was naked.

I sat myself down in the chair previously occupied by Stacy.

“Come here slut Stacy,” I commanded.

With just a hint of an approving nod Stacy came over to kneel between my spread knees. With her head turned downwards her thick blond hair hid her face and hands from my view, but I could feel her fingers working expertly at my shorts and soon her soft little tongue made tingling contact with the still growing head of my cock.

She licked round the sheath of my foreskin until I was fully erect and then I felt her lips slide slowly over my helmet and her tongue explore the slit. Reaching down with both hands I pulled her hair back so that I could see as well as feel.

Immediately Stacy pulled her head back a little and put her tongue out so that I had a clear view of it lapping at the purple coloured end and then as it trailed slowly down the shaft. She circled one hand round the base of my throbbing erection and gently moved it up and down while her mouth closed over me once again and she began to suck eagerly, moving her head from side to side as well as up and down, sometimes greedily. Sucking noises escaped from her connection with me.

Slowly she moved further and further down, taking in more and more of my shaft until I could feel the exquisite constriction of her throat around me. Convulsively I gripped my hands harder in her hair and pushed her head down while I bucked my hips up urgently at her.

Slut Stacy never flinched; she just stayed as she was and let my cock slide further down her throat. I pulled back and then thrust again, once more pulling her down onto me. Three more such thrusts and I felt the irresistible tides of my orgasm begin to flood.

My penis tensed and swelled, Stacy felt it and her hand gripped me tighter, moving up and down faster and faster. With a groan of pure delight I let my body take over completely and felt the sperm pump deep into her throat while I rammed her head down brutally hard.

She took it all, swallowing long and slow whilst I thrust into her mouth and erupted time and again. It was a superb blow job, the best I had ever experienced I thought, but then weren’t they all at the time, and I spent a long time savouring every last discharge.

Stace for her part kept me deep in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the slit from which my semen had splashed, making sure that she had got it all. At last she tucked my softening length back into my shorts and knelt back on her haunches, running one elegant finger around her chin and then sucking it to gather in an errant drop of sperm. Just watching her do that had me hardening again.

I stood up and approach my hanging slave.

“So slut did you enjoy the show?” I asked.

Ev nodded as best she could.

“Do you feel frustrated?” I said as I moved my finger to her pussy and teased out the moisture that had formed there.

Ev closed her eyes and sighed, then again she nodded.

“Does my slut want Master’s cock?”

A third nod revealed her frustrated desires.

“I’m sure slut will get plenty of opportunity later,” I laughed.

I looked at the clock. It was now approaching ten thirty. It had been over seven hours since I first set eyes on the beautiful Evelyn Wang. She had been a virgin then but now she was no longer. She did not have a virgin orifice left.

“Take her down Stace. Remove the ass hook first.”

I watched as Stacy, still gloriously naked, immediately obeyed my command. She pulled the wooden dildo from slut’ ass with more energy than was probably necessary.  Ev let out a gagged scream of pain. The Stacy climbed the short ladder and unhooked first Slave’s head from her shins and then the top hook which allowed her legs to fall straight once more.

I smiled as I noted how Stacy had unhooked the clasp and then just let Ev’s legs fall. This would have hurt tremendously around her shoulders and wrists and the agonised groan coming from under slut’s gag signified this. 

Stacy then unhooked the wrist cuffs from the ceiling hooks and let Ev fall in a crumpled heap to the floor. For a second time today she was painfully constricted in severe bondage.

Bit by bit Stacy took off slave’s binds. First the leather knee straps then the wrist and ankle cuffs and finally her ball gag. Now we could hear her suffer.

“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, fuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkk!”

Ev curled up into a foetal ball as the blood coursed once more like fire through her veins.

I was tired, and to be honest, was also desperate to make out more with Stacy.  I had a plan. I moved to slut and dragged her aching body to its knees.

“Master?” she said questioning what was about to happen now.

“Stick out your tongue cunt.” I ordered. I had picked up a small hand clamp much like the one I had used at Jonno’s. Ev looked very wary of what might happen to her but, with apparent reluctance, her sexy pink tongue appeared anyway.

“Stace,” who was an experienced piercer in her own right – pretty much how Jonno met her – “find me a lower tongue stud with a ring in that drawer over there. And get some super glue while you are at it, same drawer.”

My slut began to panic but her tongue was held fast. Under my instruction the still naked Stacy replaced the bottom of the tongue stud with one that had a ring, super gluing the two parts together so there was not way to get it off except by cutting. 

“Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped cunt, much to the amusement of both Stacy and me.

“Oh Mather, Mithtreth!!” her lisp was delightfully back with a vengeance, and I could hear the ring click on her lower teeth as she spoke.

“Tell me that my cunt is also my slave, my slut and my sex toy!” I ordered Ev. Stacy smiled in amusement.

Ev looked at me and slowly started to say, “Your cunt is your thlave, your thlut and your thex toy.” How humiliating for her to have to say those words anyway but with a lisp that I had inflicted on her … well my cock just hardened even more.  I would put that stud ring to good use in the future.

“Tell me that my cunt is a stupid, useless slut!”

Again Ev looked like she was about to cry, “Mather, your cunt ith a thtupid, uthless, thlut!”

“Stand up stupid, useless slut.” Ev got unsteadily to her feet.

“Stace, plat her hair in one, long thick plat.” I was pleased to see Stace move immediately behind slut and pull her hair tightly back. Slut winced a little.

I reached for slut’s tits and, allowing myself a quick fondle first, I removed her nipple hoops. These I then replaced with a fitting that consisted of a bar that fitted through her nipple hole, connected to which was a larger hoop with a 2 inch long silver statue of a naked female slave stretched out long with her wrists tied above her head. The bar which had pierced her nipple had another small padlock fastened through the hole at one end which would stop Ev taking the fitting out. I connected another fitting exactly the same to her other breast.

By now Stace had created a long plat out of Ev’s lovely long hair. You will not touch your hair until I say so.  This will allow your beautiful new ear piercings to be fully viewable.

Stacy and I laughed at slut, who immediately burst into tears.

“So my lisping cunt, here you are with your tongue ringed, your nipples with naked slave statues padlocked to them and what’s more you already have a second pair of ear hoops sporting my ‘S’. I think you are now ready.”

Slut looked puzzled.

”What’s the plan Si?”

“The plan my lovely Stace is that we are taking slut here back to her apartment where she will have to face her room mate adorned with all of this metal and with a pronounced lisp. She will spend the night at her apartment and then meet me back at the boathouse tomorrow at 2:30 in the afternoon.”

“Uh?” Ev looked up. Her eyes said fuck you, I’ll just lock myself in my room and you’ll never see me again.

Answering her unsaid question I said, “And she will return because I am the only one who can free her from all the crap we have padlocked to her and I have already taken her ID from her bag.”

“Ohhhh Mather, no pleath, noooooooooo!” Ev wailed, falling to her knees.

Get up and get dressed slut, and when you return tomorrow I want you to wear a red lacy thong, your micro denim skirt and a short vest. No bra. Understand?”

Ev bowed her head, “Yeth Mather!”

“And I want a picture on your mobile phone of you, looking like you do now, with your room mate, Rika is it, to prove that you have seen her. Understand cunt?”

Ev simply nodded, unable to speak, lost in utter humiliation and shock.

“And one more thing.  If anyone, and I mean anyone asks what the S stands for on the hoops, you will say ‘slut’.  Understand?”

Once again, Ev bowed her head and nodded, “Yeth, Mather.”

“This then leaves you and me all night to fuck each others brains out!” I said leaning in to kiss Stacy. She kissed me back until I pulled free.

“You need to get dressed as well.”

******

45 minutes later we were parked outside Ev’s apartment. I had let Stacy drive my car and I had ridden with Ev. This meant that Stace wouldn’t be seen by Jonno when we collected Ev’s car. I would speak to John tomorrow.

“Go then my slut and enjoy your evening of humiliation. It looks like your ‘sweetheart’ is in,” … I could see lights on.

Ev looked up at me with wide eyes. It was ironic but she was effectively begging me to keep her and not to force her to go home. It was a delightful thought but of course I knew her reasons.

We both got out of the car.

“Thank me slut.”

She looked into my eyes. What a day it had been for her.

“Thank you Mather.”

I watched as she walked up to her front door, put her key in the lock, twisted it and entered. I turned towards my car and saw the beautiful Stacy waiting for me. The thought of what I would do with her combined with my visions of Ev’s night of humiliation made me so hard that I nearly came on the spot.

Life was good!

Slut (10) …

I am not sure if my brain was even working.  I just opened the front door, and stepped inside.  The light was on in Rika’s room down the hall, and she called out, “Who’s there?”

“Me,” I said simply, knowing if I said much more the tongue piercing would affect the words.  And I was almost to the point of bursting into tears. 

“Hey, I thought you said you would be gone for the weekend,” she replied, and I could hear her chair slide out from her desk where she was probably working on the computer.

“Yeah, me too,” I quickly replied, trying to get to my room before she saw me, but that was almost hopeless.  Rika came around the corner of her room as I was opening the door to mine, and exclaimed, “What the fuck!” 

I stopped, turned, and just burst into tears, covering my face in my hands and crumbling to my knees. She ran over and knelt down by me, hugging me and said, “What’s wrong, Ev?  Whose sweat top is this?” 

Then, a moment later, “Whoa, new hoops. What does the S mean?”

I heard her questions, but couldn’t reply.  I just sobbed, letting the anguish and horror of the last several hours wash over me. 

“Come on, you’re ok, Ev.  Tell me what’s wrong,” Rika spoke soothingly, continuing to hold my sobbing body.  After a few moments, she noticed other things.  “You smell like sex, Ev.  Is that what happened?  Did you give in? Were you raped?  Ev, tell me, I’m your friend.”

This was the second time I had been hugged in the past few hours.  Master hugged me tenderly, but within minutes I was being whipped.  Now my friend, Rika, was holding me tightly.  I was all screwed up, not knowing if I could trust her.  Of course, I had to.  There was no one else.  I reached out my arms to hug her in return, and the sobbing began to lessen. 

After a few more moments, during which Rika continued her mantra of “it’s ok, It’s ok,” I slowly released her and tilted back on my heals. For a moment, I thought of spreading my knees as a kajira must, but Rika’s knees surrounded mine as she knelt before me. 

I looked at my friend and she smiled.  Though 21, she had braces on her teeth.  I thought that was so cool, because who else at that age would be so brave.  She went to an orthodontist near the end of our freshman year at Cal, because she had a slight overbite and her wisdom teeth were coming in at an odd angle.  One and a half years later, she was still in braces.  She was so cute and her braces glittered in the light of the hallway.

I just did it.  I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to show her.  It was spontaneous and the look on her face was one of shock.  Our mouths, each bondaged with metal, were only inches from each other.  I wasn’t thinking clearly.  I just reacted and in a moment we had come together, our mouths locked in a passionate kiss, my tongue prying open her lips to allow itself into her mouth, to rub the stud against her braces, an electricity sparking between us, as her tongue captured mine and our bodies became as one.

It just happened.  Maybe what Mistress Stacy had done to me had something to do with it.  Maybe it was a reaction to Rika’s braces.  I remember when I was younger, when I had braces.  It was even before I was reading the John Norman books.  My orthodontist was a good looking guy and it was humiliating enough to be forced to get the brackets glued to my teeth and the wires attached without my permission. 

He inflicted a type of bondage upon me and when he tightened the wires, the pain was evident in my gasps.  He didn’t say much as he worked, just kind of smiled when I reacted to the pain.  I was too young to understand why my panties were wet from my juicing.  In some ways, my orthodontist was my first master.

Many moments later, we prised ourselves apart and just stared at each other in a sexual afterglow. 

“I’m thorry, Rika, I’m thorry,” and started to sob again.

“It’s ok, Ev, it’s ok, it was kind of nice, actually.  Now tell me what happened to you!”

And so I did.  I left out parts, the tongue stud making it a chore to speak and feeling foolish as I did.  I told her about the beach and the old boat house.  I told her about Simon and John and what they had done to me.  She stopped me a few times to ask questions, we hugged a few more times, but we both remained on the floor, our knees curled under us.  The more I spoke, the less the tongue stud affected my speech.  I told her how they raped me.

“We have to call the police,” she said.  “What they have done to you is a crime, it’s many crimes.  They should rot in jail for it!”

I looked at her for a moment and simply said, “No.”

“What do you mean, no?” she exclaimed.

I didn’t answer immediately.  I told her how they pierced my tongue and then I lifted the sweatshirt to reveal the nipples piercing and naked slave statues that were padlocked to them.  Her mouth flew open, but instead of shying away, she reached out and tenderly fingered the statues, and intentionally or not, her nails brushed against my sensitive titties and another shock passed through my body.  She fondled the little locks.

“Are these, um, locks?” she asked.

“Yes, and I have to go back tomorrow at 2:30 to get them off.”

And what about the new hoops, she asked?  I lied. 

“Simon, to show that he owns me.”  I just could not get the word “slut” to pass my lips. 

I told her how they caned me, and before I knew it, I had taken off the bikini bottom and turned around to show her my striped ass.  I was on all fours, like a dog.  She reached out to run her fingers along the red welts and I gasped at the tenderness of her fingers as they played across my ass. 

“They used a cane to do this?” she asked

“Yes, and later a whip.  It was awful, Rika.”

“Don’t move, Ev.  I will go get some salve to put on them.”

She got up to leave and I let my head drop to my crossed arms on the floor.  I thought for a moment that this was surely a position on Gor, a way to display one’s ass to her Master.  I spread my legs.  I tossed the words “salve” and “slave” around in my head while she rummaged through the bathroom cabinet.

Rika returned with the ointment and knelt down behind my offered ass.  She didn’t say anything for a moment, just applied the salve.  “Your, um, you are shaved, Ev.  Did they do that to you?”

“No,” I sheepishly responded.

“No?” she echoed, but I did not speak, just cooed like a baby as she rubbed in the salve.

“Why aren’t we calling the police immediately?” she asked again.

“I…I…” realizing that I should not have been using the first person pronouns, “I don’t want to.”   There, it was out.  I was kajira.  “I don’t want to…” and the words hung in the air, as I got back on all fours, and turned my head to look at her and the surprised expression on her face.

“Why, for god’s sake.  Look what they did to you,” and as she spoke I felt the fingers on one hand begin to glide along my pussy lips.  “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” she whispered. 

“Yes, I think tho.  Thome of it, well, motht of it I gueth.”

“Why?  What are you?  Are you into pain or something kinky?”

“I don’t like the pain,” I replied, “but for some reason it makes me react, well, it makth me juicth.” My lisp was getting easier and some of my‘s’s could now be pronounced I was relieved to discover.

Her fingers continued to run along my slit and the nails raking along my tender labia lips made me shudder and quiver.  Rika must have been able to tell.  “I see,” was all she said, suddenly removing her hands from my body, and sitting back on her heels to screw the cap on the ointment.  For the first time, I realized that she was totally dressed and I was totally naked, except for the bondage jewellery that had put on my body against my will. 

“Please don’t think wrong of me, Rika, please,” I begged.

“I don’t, Ev, and in some ways I understand.  Look, it is after midnight, you need some sleep and I need to finish my paper.  Let’s talk about it in the morning, k?”

By now I had turned around, while still kneeling, and faced her. “K, and thanks.” 

I wanted to hug and kiss her one more time, but she just nodded and got up and walked away.  I turned, stood, and walked into my room.  Before turning the handle, I knew I had to pee. I put on Master’s sweatshirt, walked to our shared bathroom and sat down to pee. 

My ass hurt so bad, I had to cringe when it made contact with the toilet seat.  I looked at my abused slit and watched the pee cascade into the bowl.  Even though I smelled like a whore, I was so tired and so decided to take a shower in the morning.  I went back to my bedroom, pulled back the covers, flopped into my bed, and before I knew it, was asleep.  The last thing I remember was touching my pussy lips and feeling the wetness.

I slept almost 12 hours, waking just before noon on Saturday.  I can’t remember what I was dreaming, but I must have been, because when I awoke, my fingers were once again in my pussy, bringing me close to orgasm.  Maybe they never left all night; maybe I had one orgasm after another all night long! 

I just lay there, looking out the window at the late morning sun.  I could hear Rika walking around.  I wondered how long she had been up. I had an appointment at the beach house in about 2 ½ hours, and needed time to eat, shower, and get my emotions under control.  I tossed my body to a sitting position, feeling naked despite the sweatshirt, when I noticed an envelope that had been slid under the door. 

I walked over and on the front it read Slut Evelyn!  My heart beat quickly, realizing that Master had probably written something, slid it under our door, and Rika had found it!

It wasn’t sealed, just had the envelope flap tucked inside.  I wondered if Rika had read it. 

Hi Slut,

I figured you probably were sleeping late this morning.  You had a busy day yesterday, didn’t you, slut?  Don’t forget your orders.  When you arrive at the boathouse, I want you to wear a red lacy thong, your micro denim skirt and a short vest. Nothing else!  No bra.  And remember the picture of you with Rika, naked!  You don’t want to begin our second day together with punishments for disobeying, do you, slut?

It was signed, simply, Master.

The picture!  I would have forgotten all about it.

I had to get a shower and wash the sweatshirt and my skirt, and – wait, I didn’t have a red lacy thong, just my red bikini bottom.  I was afraid that unless I wore exactly what Master ordered, I would likely be punished for it.  Rika?  Could she possibly have one?  I had already bared my soul to her, and I still had to ask her to take a picture with me, so I might as well go all the way.

Still wearing the sweatshirt, but carrying a bathrobe with me, I headed down the hallway to the bathroom.  Passing Rika’s room, I stopped to look in.  She was doing some crunches to keep her tight belly in top shape.  I stood there and said, “Hi.”

“Hi, ‘huff, puff’, did you get the envelope I found inside our door this morning?”

“Yeah, thanks.  I guess you know who wrote it.”

“Simon? ‘Huff, huff, puff’.”

“Yeah, um, he was reminding me of some things for later today.  I, uh, need your help again.”

“Sure, what?”

“He wants a picture of the two of us on my cell phone, me naked, to show that I exposed myself to you.  And I need to wear a red lacy thong later, and uh, I don’t have one.  Do you have one I can borrow?”

“’Huff, puff’’ Sure.  Lemme finish…you gonna take a shower?”

“Yeah.”

“K, when you get out we can take the picture and, ‘ughh, hughhh’, I’ll get the thong for you.”

“Thanks.  I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.”

“Don’t worry about it.  We’ll think of something. Ha ‘huff, puff’’, ha.”

She smiled a wide smile, with her braces shining and her eyes twinkling.  She really was a hot co-ed, braces or not.  In fact, as she looked at me, I lowered my eyes, remembered how our tongues entwined last night, and how her braces felt against my tongue stud.  Fuck!!!!!   I was starting to juice again! 

The washer/dryer was built into a small room next to the bathroom, so I dropped in the sweatshirt, my skirt, and a few odds and ends to wash while I showered.  I walked into the bathroom and was about to undo my hair when I remembered his orders.  Yuck, my gear was so oily and smelly and there were dried pieces of cum and pussy juice, but I could do nothing about it.

I stood under the warm soothing water for many minutes.  I felt and lifted the little sex statues that hung from my nipple rings.  I examined the small locks to which Master held the key.  The S’s dangling from the second ear piercing brushed back and forth against my neck, and my pussy was coming alive all over again.  What was wrong with me?  Why couldn’t I control these embarrassing reactions?

I dried off, and after brushing my teeth, examined the tongue stud with the little ring.  There was no way to hide it.  I tried to pry the two pieces apart, but let out a small cry of pain when I realized they were solidly glued together, just as Master had said.

I put on my bathrobe and walked back along the hallway. 

“Hey, you look a lot better,” Rika remarked.  I stopped at her door and she walked towards me with a red lacy thong.  We are about the same size so I knew it would fit.  She handed it to me.

“Thanks,” I said shyly, taking it from her.

“So, what about that picture?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, ok, sure, I’ll get my phone,” I replied, walking back to my room. I got the phone out of my bag, and walked back to Rika, who was waiting in the hallway.  We looked at each other, and I was just too embarrassed to continue.  She was dressed in her sports bra and gym shorts.  She was so cute.

“Well, let’s get it done,” she said cheerily.  “He wants you naked, right?”

“Yes,” I said, releasing the bathrobe sash and letting the robe fall to the floor, where I picked it up and tossed it inside her room.

“So, how we gonna do this?” Rika asked, and I shyly said, “I guess I will just stand here next to you and hold the camera out in front and take it.”

“I have a better idea,” she responded.  “How about you kneel, using one hand to display an S, another to lift a little statue, and have your tongue sticking out, so he knows you showed it all to me?”

“But he has to know this already.  I mean, there is no way to hide them, right?”

“Still, I like that pose, and then I will take the picture, holding it up a little higher so it gets me standing and you kneeling.  Let’s try it.  Go ahead, get down and do what I said.”  It almost sounded like she was giving orders, but I wasn’t in a position to argue.  I mean, she had already done so much for me.

Rika tried it a few times and finally got a good shot, she standing there with a hand on her hips, and me kneeling, my head a little above her waist, displaying my new jewellery. 

“Hey, that’s good, slut, I mean, Evelyn!”

“Aghhhh,” I said, “please don’t call me that, Rika.  It was all done against my will.  Please don’t say that,” I pleaded.

“Oh, I’m just teasing.  I mean, you admitted last night that you enjoyed it enough not to call the cops.  And I like your new look.  I mean, I always get teased about my braces, so why not you about your tongue and tits and that hanging ‘S’ than can hardly be missed.  Hey, wait, I want to download this picture of us,” and she stated to move into her room.

“No, wait, please,” I begged getting up from my kneeling position.

Rika turned and the look on her face was not kind.  For the first time, she looked stern, in fact.  “Look, I have done one favour after another for you, so why don’t you just go get something to eat.  It will just take second.”

I stared for a moment, but could not argue and so I picked up and put on my bathrobe.  I hadn’t eaten anything except cum for nearly 24 hours.  I realized how hungry I was, so I made an omelette and toast and opened a can of peaches.  The toast scratched my tongue stud and hurt a bit, but nothing I couldn’t live with.  Rika came into the kitchen and placed my phone on the table saying, “It came out good.”

“Mmmm,” I said, with my mouth full of food.  Swallowing, I asked, “What are you going to do with it?”

“Ha-ha, you never know,” she called over her shoulder as she walked back to her room. 

I finished up, put the clothes in the dryer, washed the dishes, and by then it was after 1:30.  In one hour I would be back in the boat house, at the mercy of Master and maybe Mistress. 

As I was dressing, Rika stood in the doorway and just watched a few moments before saying, “Hot.  Love the vest, girl!”

I blushed and turned to her.  The only vest I had was black leather and meant to be worn over a blouse.  It was reasonably wide in front, but open flapped.  I realized that if I walked or moved my arms, there was no way to hide my pierced titties and their dangling slaves and padlocks.

“Rika, do you have a vest that zips or will at least cover a little more of me?” I asked in a pleading voice. 

“Nope, besides, I like what you are wearing.” 

I looked down to try to figure out how I was going to make it across the sand to the beach house on a Saturday afternoon, when FLASH.  I looked up and Rika had this big smile on her face.  She had pulled her camera from behind her back and surprised me.  She had this big shining smile when I looked up.

“Noooo, please don’t take pictures of me like this,” I cried.

“Oh, what harm does it do?  Who knows, when you get back maybe we should take a few more, especially if the changes the second time are as dramatic as yesterday.  By the way, when do you expect to get back?”

“I’m not sure,” I quietly replied.  “I don’t know.”

“Well, you better get moving.  Wouldn’t want to be late for your hot date,” she giggled. 

“Yeah,” I agreed, grabbing my bag, and heading out of my room.  Rika stood in the doorway and did not yield.  I had to squeeze past her to get out of my own room. 

“Goodbye kiss?” she asked as I tried to pass.  I looked into her face to see if she was mocking me, but she looked serious.

“Uh, really?”

“Sure, why not.  I like that new tongue stud for sure.”

About the same height, with her lips and shining braces beckoning me forward, we locked mouths, our tongues battling for position, her braces seeming to cut my lips as we pressed more tightly.  When we broke our kiss, we just looked at each other for a few moments.  No words were necessary.  I just turned, walked down the hallway, and out of the front door.

Master (11) …

As Ev disappeared inside her house I turned and walked back to my car. I saw the lovely Stace waiting for me and opened the driver’s side door.

“Move slut!” I ordered. Stacy looked at me, raised her eyebrows and then smiled realising that Ev had gone so she was the slut now!

I stepped up and into the car. Turning to face Stacy I issued my next command.

“Take off your panties.”

“What?”

“Now, cunt, do it!”

Stacy gripped her bottom lip between her teeth and propped her hips up and away from the leather seat. She peeled her skinny jeans down as far as her thighs before I ordered her to stop. She turned to face me confused.

“Please Si, let me be quick, someone could walk past.”

I glared back at her, “I am ‘Master’ from now on, until slut Ev returns, and you will do as I say.”

“Y …y …yes Sir… Master.” She replied. Two beautiful sluts in one day, I had never had luck like this before.

I leaned towards her and, taking hold of the skimpy black lace material at both front and back, I pulled upwards. Stacy grunted as the thong disappeared inside her pussy and ass and moaned as I began to slide it to and fro.

“Put your hands on your head.”

She did.

I continued to move the thong between Stacy’s legs in a sawing motion and could feel, and smell, her becoming ever more aroused.

“Ohhhhh, Master,” she purred. I could sense her thighs beginning to move. She was closing in on an orgasm, which was not surprising when you consider all she had witnessed since we left John’s, and so I began to vary the movements.

A slight move to the side, another push, and the material sank further in. Stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper like it was fucking her - and in a way it was.

“Come on cunt, cum for Master,” I encouraged.

The material slid faster along her soaking pussy, stoking the fire in her loins into a solar heat, floods of her juices lubricating and easing its passage. Moaning with passion, Stacy’s breath panted in short sharp gasps, the now soaking thong mercilessly sawing up and down the entire length of her fully accommodating slit.

Sensations seemingly unknown raged through her body until I felt her cum gloriously in my car. Stacy cried as wave after wave of climax surged through her, and her body jerked and thrashed uncontrollably through an endless series of a multiple orgasmic climax.

Once I was certain she had finished and had appeared to slump a little in the seat, I tightened my grip on her underwear and pulled hard. I both felt and heard a loud rip.

“Fucckkkkkkkkkkkk!” Stacy cried as the thong was torn away from her body.

“Kneel down in the footwell, “I ordered, “Facing the seat.”

With not too much difficulty, the recently satisfied Stacy, did as she was asked.

“You see the mess you made on my leather seat,” I asked angrily.

The poor girl nodded.

“Lick it up!”

The look in her wide, shocked eyes was a picture!

Bending down as if in slow motion, Stacy revealed her small pink tongue and began to lick up her own juice spillage from my seat. Watching her replace the sticky pussy juice with saliva made me so hard.

“Okay cunt, now sit back up in the seat and open your mouth.”

Once again, with a shocked look on her face, Stacy did as she was asked. I reached up and began to feed the soaking wet thong into her mouth. Stacy gagged as I did so and moved her head away. I immediately reached up and gripped her hair tight and hard.

“Don’t ever refuse me slut, understand.”

She nodded and allowed me to continue to feed the thong into her mouth. I knew what she would taste and how humiliating it would be for her. I smiled. She began to pull her jeans back up.

“Leave them around your thighs slut, then I can look at your neatly shaven pussy as I drive.”

“Garrumpphhhhhhh!” she replied, which could just as easily have been ‘fuck you’ as ‘yes Master’, but I didn’t care … the weekend was still young and there was a glorious time yet to be had. I switched the engine on, thought fleetingly of Ev, and then drove away.

******

It had been some night! Hour after hour of endless sex and now she slept. I glanced down to my side and scanned the naked length of Stacy laid on top of the bed sheets. I shouldn’t have been able to raise a smile with the number of times I had fucked her, but the sight of her glorious body stretched out on my bed with her hands tied tightly to the bed head posts and her untied legs splayed wide, made my cock twitch again.

How she was able to sleep amazed me given that I had pulled her two delicate labial rings together, fastened a small chain to them and fed it tightly back through her pussy up between her ass cheeks and secured it also to the bed head. This meant that the chain would be digging into her clitoris and giving her a constant sensation of some sort. Unless her well used body was numb to sensation by now.

It was 11am. I would be meeting Ev in 3 and a half hours … and I was soooo looking forward to it. I had some things to do and wanted also to place a note under the door of Ev’s apartment reminding her of my instructions. I could leave the flap unsealed and then maybe Rika might read it … had my slut told her anything, had she shown her anything, what had Rika’s reaction been? These thoughts combined with the lovely expanse of naked female flesh at the side of me had me solid once more.

I pushed back the covers revealing my own nakedness to the morning air. Despite having had nothing but a non stop hard on since the previous afternoon I had hardly drunk any alcohol, and so despite feeling a little tired I had a clear head. As I positioned myself between the sleeping Stacy’s naked thighs I was ready to go again.

Looking up at the lovely, shaved, chained pussy before me I moved my face nearer to the damp sheets under her ass and the musky aroma of sex they were emitting. I flicked out my tongue and slowly licked the length of her slit. Stacy shifted her body slightly. Did she feel me; is she dreaming about something different? I repeated the action once more slowly passing my tongue along her sensitive lips. She was a little moist already and this time Stace moaned. Delicious!

“Okay Stacy, now you can have me,” I whispered quietly to no one but myself as I eased off the bed and repositioned my legs straddled across her tits with my solid cock gripped firmly in my fist.

Moving my hand slowly at first I began to wank over Stacy’s peaceful, sleeping face. After just a few strokes back and forth I moved my thumb to flick the purple end and began to jerk myself quicker.

“Fuck Stacy, ohhhh yes I’m cumming!”

My voice caused Stacy to open her eyes and through the mists of her sleep she saw a stream of sperm shoot onto her face. Load after load covered her nose, mouth, eyes and cheeks.  I redirected my shooting cock directly into Stacy’s mouth. She could move nowhere, nor would she have dared.

Cum covered her face.

I came to rest and let my jerking cock cease its spray. I looked down upon Stacy and smiled.

I could see the fresh cum running down her face and dripping off her nose and chin. Stace tried to inhale in order to wake herself up properly, but when she did the gooey substance was sucked into her nose, blocking the air flow.

She instinctively took a deep breath through her mouth to get oxygen into her lungs, and in doing so, drew in yet more cum. Stacy tried to spit it out, but each time she moved her lips, the sperm simply trailed down her chin. Beautiful!

“Good morning slut!” I laughed moving my cock into her mouth. Although a difficult manoeuvre given how her wrists were tied, Stacy strained her neck so that she could take enough of my cock in order to clean it. She sucked and licked until every last drop of cum was gone. I watched her swallow it and then jumped off the bed.

“I think I’ll leave you tied like that until I return after meeting Slut Ev. Would you like that Stace?”

Stacy looked at me horrified.

“What? You can’t … not here … not like this … please…” she begged deliciously.

“Okay then cunt, masturbate for me.”

She looked even more incredulous.

“I can’t … I’m tied.”

“Oh dear, then it looks like my new slut is stuck where she is for a while.”

“Oh please Si … Master,” she corrected herself.

I moved to her and unclipped the chain from the bed head. My fingers delved between Stacy’s legs and pulled the length from under her body, freeing her pussy from the rigours of its compress. I stood back and watched as Stacy squeezed her thighs together.

“Fucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! That hurts Master,” she cried out as the blood began to engorge her clitoris. Leaving her clit under pressure for a long period would, I knew, not only leave Stacy in agony as the blood began to flow again, but actually stimulate her quite significantly. In fact for a moment I thought she was going to cum!

“Don’t you dare cum cunt, otherwise you will stay here tied to my bed.”

Stacy stemmed the orgasmic tide, as I moved to free one of her wrists.

“Go on then slut,” I smiled, “masturbate for me, fuck yourself.”

“Thank you Master,” she replied flexing the fingers on her freed limb grateful that I had least set her an achievable challenge.

The intimacy of her own touch made her breast jump delightfully, and I noticed her whole body tense as knowing fingers invaded her cunt. She gave a little moan, letting her legs fall even further apart enjoying the exploration.

I watched transfixed.

"That feels good, doesn't it slut?" I laughed

"Mmmmmmm, yessssssssss Massssssssssssster," she purred.

I could see how quickly she became wet, in fact soaking, and I knew the chain had helped.

"Give me a proper show you useless slut, penetrate yourself " I ordered.

Stace ran her fingers down to the opening of her slit, and then gently slid a finger inside. At once she started to gasp at the sensation. She began instinctively to move the finger back and forth, and suddenly pleasure took over and Stacy gave way to wild abandon as she frigged herself hard and fast.

Stacy spread her legs still wider apart, as she worked her fingers in and out, not caring now about the sight she presented.

“Oh yes, you horny cunt!" I growled.

“Oh, fuck I’m cumming, yessssssss!” she hissed through the lips that she was frantically chewing. And she did cum. Stacy came gloriously, masturbating whilst tied to my bed.

When she finally came to rest, Stace was exhausted. She laid staring almost lovingly up at me, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling as she regained her composure.

******

After I had showered I finally freed Stace and let her relax a little whilst I took the car out and left Ev a little note in her mail box reminding her of what I required her to do today. Had Rika seen the note? I hoped so; or did I?

Stacy was still dressing after her shower as I stared out of the window at another sunny November day. It was just like the day before, hopefully without the rain, which meant a packed beach and ample opportunity to humiliate Ev.

Despite spending one of the most sex-filled nights of my life pounding away at Stacy I could think of nothing else but seeing Ev again. It was now 1pm, just one and a half hours to go. I had had sluts before but not one that stirred me like Ev did.

I didn’t know if it was her beauty, her natural sluttish behaviour or what … but I wanted her again!

I felt Stace creep up quietly behind me and snake her arms around my neck.

“Si,” we had reverted to our names again as she was only my role play slut, “please let me come and see Ev with you.”

“Sorry hun, “I replied, “but I want her to myself for a while. Maybe again sometime soon, don’t worry.”

Stacy pouted her bottom lip and looked appealingly sad. But it was no use my mind was made up.

“Come on Stace, I’ll drop you off on my way. Listen could we call and get some ‘morning after’ pills, I am not sure that slut Ev will have remembered with the state she was in.”

“No problem Si, I have a few at home you can take several … I assume you intend to fuck her again?”

She smiled and I smiled in return.

“They work best within 24 hours, so make sure she takes them not long after you meet her again.”

I nodded, ushering Stacy out of the door. I picked up my bag with my chosen accessories in and we headed for my car. I had just over 1 hour to go. Plenty of time to drop Stace, sort out the pills and get to the boat house.

******

I paced the old building. There was only 5 minutes to go before 2:30 so I moved outside onto the dunes and looked out onto the crowded beach. In 2 or 3 hours the sun would be gone but the heat would remain and so the crowded nature of the beach would remain constant. But where was Ev?

I had enough lined up for her, but I would make sure that she was severely punished first if she was late.

4 minutes and still no sign of my slut. I put my hands in the pockets of my shorts and could feel my burgeoning cock.

If she has let me down then I will … I actually didn’t know what I would do as my ability to dominate Ev relied upon her submissiveness otherwise the rules changed in a very bad way.

“Please come,” I whispered to myself.

Then I saw her, in the distance, running towards me.

2 minutes and she was now in full view. Fuck! She looked stunning.

I marvelled at her short, denim skirt again, and her vest was black leather but completely unfastened at the front. Her tits and the jewellery that adorned them gave everyone she passed a real eyeful. But she didn’t seem to care. At that moment I loved my slut.

She came to rest before me with a few seconds to spare. In fact she was so close to the time I could easily claim she was late and might still do that once I had her back inside the boat house.

“Hello slut.” I said.

“Hi Master,” she replied.

I moved to her and placed my hand inside her vest, fondling her breasts. She moaned and closed her eyes.

Then I slapped her hard. She cried out and stumbled. Upon regaining her balance she glared defiantly back at me.

“What are you?” I asked her.

Her eyes softened. “A slave,” she replied.

I slapped her again. Again she cried out.

”Who owns you slave?”

“You do Master.”

“Open your mouth.”

Suspecting what might be about to happen, Ev shook her head slightly, as if to defy me. I raised my hand again.

“No Master, please …” she responded and suddenly her mouth was opened. Ev’s reluctance had been caused by the dog leash I held in my hand. I now reached into her mouth and clipped it to the ring connected to her mouth stud.

“Come with me bitch, and let’s decide whether you were late or not.”

The lead pulled and, like a docile animal, Ev followed.

To be continued …