Hopelessly Devoted
She kneeled on the floor in front of her laptop and watched the words flicker on the screen in complete awe. After years of searching, of being let down, of STD fears from one "Master" to the next, she may have finally found what she was indeed looking for. And she was scared to death.
She had fist met him nearly three months earlier, a charming, quiet sort of man with a sense of humor and, from what she could imagine, a nice easy going smile. She never had any thoughts of being with him, he was not what she normally went for. She was a humiliation slut, and what she craved was the darkest depths of fear, humiliation, and service. And although He seemed to not be the sort of man to dole that out, he was fun, and she liked his company.
While she sat painfully on the large, unlubricated, spade shaped butt plug as He had commanded, she remembered when she first learned of His purpencity toward humiliation and slave ownership. He had accidently posted a link to his website in the main channel, and she curiously looked at it. Everyone in the channel seemed to like him well enough, and she felt stranglely proud when He would show her attentions, minute as they were.
The website opened her eyes to her new friend, and His sadistic streak she had no idea existed. From what He described, the way He wished to torment His property, she thought that perhaps she had found something real behind the shiny facade of her new friend.
Groaning as she attempted to re-adjust, the dry plug began to feel like it was chewing on her insides, she let some pressure of her knees slightly, still unable to get up. When she moved back to her knees, the plug was forced in deeper, the pain shot through her like a TENS unit, and she recalled their conversations leading up to this point.
Once she had stumbled on his website, she began to talk with him in private as often as he would let her, near begging Him to take her as His slave. He had explained the rules, this was not online, that He was interested in offline obedience, and she quickly, maybe too quickly agreed.
Over the next few months, the rules in her life began to grow, and the more rules he laid upon her, the more she craved to be in his service forever, happily sitting at his feet as his dog, or whatever he chose her to be.
By now His rules were ingrained her mind so deeply, she needed to not even think about them anymore, simply obeyed.
Her bed was made every morning, perfectly done, and her entire, tiny apartment was kept spit shined clean. Master, who he had become by now, always warned he could stop by at any moment, and if things were not perfectly in order, she would pay in a way that would make Marquis de Sade cringe, and hide behind furniture. she had never seen his face, or heard his voice, though she had sent him pictures of her, naked, inserting things in to her ass and cunt, mouth, and in various states of pain He ordered her to do to herself. Clothespins, on her nipples, needles through her tit flesh, self-whipping with the belt.
As He took more control of her, her daily routine began to change. As a slave requires zero privacy, she was ordered to purchase a web cam, and have it focused on her wherever she was in the house. For simplicity, she moved a television into her bedroom so she would not have to move the laptop and camera every time she wanted to watch tv, only to have to take it back in the bedroom during the night. The camera was expensive, she made decent money, and it had a wide area of view so Master could see the entire room.
She never knew if He was watching, that was not the point, the point was, Master could watch whenever He wished, and she was afforded no privacy. Using the bathroom, changing tampons, everything was done with the cam on connected to His yahoo.
When she would shower, the shower curtain removed at His request, her routine was always the same. First wet the hair, then shampoo, rinse and repeat. Shave under her arms, her legs, then her cunt, being careful to get all the hair that seemed to grow around her tiny asshole. Then wash herself completely, douching after her period, all in front of the camera. At first it had been humiliating, however, now it was simply normal slave activity.
Over the past few days, things has begun to change, she reflected as the butt plug wiggled in her ass painfully with a sneeze, she had begged for more. She wanted to be His, all His, and have no way of ever coming back. To be trapped, as if her submission was rooted in her desire to please Him, but also knowing she could never leave Him. She thought about captivity, but that seemed so useless, she could walk out the door should He forget to lock it, or scream if someone came in the home. No, she wanted to be trapped, and communicated that to her Master. Today, now, she read, on her knees, what her next step would be. Her eyes lit up when He had commanded her go private with Him, He rarely did anymore, preferring to use her in the main channel, or use others while she watched, and then cleaned up the mess. Today, she was in private, kneeling with hole’s stuffed,(she was on her period, so it has to be her asshole today) and waiting with baited breath as he spoke.
"morning cunt''
"hello Master, your cunt is waiting, kneeling, and so happy you are giving her your attention this morning!"
"shut up bitch and listen"
His tone was so cold, He was like this when He wanted to play, so her heart raced at the possibility of being used in private!
"I have to talk to you about your last email"
His last line interrupted her girlish thoughts of Master using her, and realized in a hurry that there were only two options. she was either fucked, or he intended to honor her earlier begging wishing to come and be with Him forever. She had explained her need to feel trapped, to be hopelessly devoted to Him, and now, it seemed she would get her answer. Either yes, come serve Me, or no, I'm actually a 13 year old kid living at home.
She sat on the plug, that he had sent to her, and waited patiently.
''I wish to have you serve me forever cunt, this is real. I'm tired of fucking around with you online, I want to use, taste and hurt your flesh, in person”
She about fell over with his words, her heart raced, her cunt throbbed, and she allowed herself a small giggle at his typing. Not his strongest suit.
''This is the way it will be. You will be mine, with no way EVER to back out of it. You will think about this for one week, we will NOT speak until then. If you contact me, I will release and never talk to you again. Not until Saturday. You will either respond with 'Master, i am yours' or you will NOT respond. Those are your choices. We either go all the way, or nothing.
her heart again leaped, oh my God, this was happening!
"Today you will get one pair of panties two sizes to small, I want you uncomfortable as much as possible. One pair of 4 inch minimum heels, two sizes too small, one sundress that will be cut with a knife so it looks ragged and slutty, no longer than 6" below your cunt. You will then begin to pack all of your belongings, and prepare them for sale. You will sell everything, every couch, lamp, piece of jewelry...everything.
You will max all of your credit cards out with cash advances as far over the limits as they will go. You will then purchase enough food for one week, getting only one thing per store, and writing checks for the goods, with cash over for the maximum, until your checking account would be drastically overdrawn.
You will then go to the bank, and withdraw all but $5 in cash, to be sure all checks bounce. You will at that point ask for a loan against your 401K at work, and rob the petty cash box. You will never tell ANYONE where you are going or why, and not talk to your landlord about your lease, or even that you are leaving. You will take all the cash you can get, throw your purse and all other personal items except for your ID in the trash, get on a bus, and come to me. .You have the address from the collar and toys I've sent you.
When you arrive here, you will crawl in the dog door in the backyard like an animal, and you will be beat. Beat beyond reason, beyond limits, beyond anything you can imagine. I will sample your holes, sample your flesh, possess, your soul. You will be mine, forever, your life back home will be destroyed, and you will have no place to go. The door will never be locked, only I doubt you will ever try to walk through it.
You have until noon, Saturday, to make up your mind, if I get no response, I will never talk to you again.
''But Master, what if something happens and I can't be online Saturday, like a power failure, I'd die if you could never talk to me again!"
"I don't accept excuses cunt, ever. You will message me Sat between 8 and noon, and no sooner, no calls, nothing. "
With that, he logged went afk, and was silent.
And now she sat, on this awful plug in her asshole, dry and burning, kneeling in front of her machine, his words still in the box he had left her to read, her entire body trembling. It was what she wanted, to be trapped, to be his, to be his object. The beating scared her, scared her bad, and she knew that he was much more depraved then she even knew about.
As she called to secure her emergency 401K loan to give her Master His money, she knew, right then, she had no choice. It was no longer up to her. Her Master had given her a command, and she told herself in the mirror that she was NOT permitted to disobey her Owner.
She collected the things he ordered, maxed her credit out, destroyed her career by stealing form the company, destroyed her good name by writing bad checks, threw away all personal belongings, dressed in what he commanded, boarded a bus, and headed for her Master's home.
She crawled in the doggy door like a good bitch, face close to the ground, praying she would soon see her Master's face, holding the money above her head in a large envelope.
She saw his feet, large fucking feet in black, leather, boots. Then, the delicate high heels and manicured toes of another stood in front of her. Her eyes filled with tears when she heard them talking.
"Master, is this the cunt?"
"Yes, my lovely slave," he responded to the other woman, "we shall enjoy this little whore I think for a long, long time."
DAY TWO
She awoke the next morning with every part of her body tingling in pain. Pinned to the St. Andrews cross, bound tightly, she started to remember being strapped upon the device last night, after the beginning of her beating in the living room where she had crawled to. They had put make up on her, thick makeup, the lipstick looked like it was applied with a paint roller, the mascara was thick beyond all reason, and now it streaked down the side of her face, following the river her tears had made the night before. Strapped facing a floor to ceiling mirror, she could see herself, wrought, strained, stained and caned. The cane ladder Master put on her stretched from her neck to her ankles, though her breasts, the area surrounding her nipples was surprisingly untouched.
She tried as much as she could to try to focus on a part of her body that didn’t hurt, starting with her head down to her toes, trying desperately to find something that was not in constant, throbbing pain. She found some solace in the fact that her hair didn’t seem to hurt too much, and that was something at least.
The CD player was on a loop near her, sending her a message that she couldn’t seem to understand at first, it was quiet, in the background, and the words seemed to be buried under ocean sounds. It was remarkably soothing, and seemed so wonderful caring, considering the treatment her Master had given her the night before. Through the pain she made a decision to try to focus on the music, thinking that her Master had decided to put that there for her to be able to relax. She stopped focusing on the pain for a moment to concentrate on the music, and craned her head and neck to try to hear what was under the ocean sounds.
“My name is amber, I am 29 years old, I have no parents, no family, and I hate talking about my past. My name is amber, I am 29 years old, I have no parents, no family and I hate talking about my past. My name is amber, I am 29 years old….
She was a bit confused, since her name was Jody, and she was 31 years old, according to her last birthday cake. It was somewhat confusing, though she found herself mouthing the words to it and was startled and scared at the same time. She forced her mouth shut, tried to focus on the fact that her name was Amber, or, no….she shook her head violently. Her name was Jody, wasn’t it? Yes, it was, it is Amber now, but it was Jody. Or it was Amber, and now her name is…or her name was.
She was groggy, working to try to shake loose the cobwebs in her mind. She could not remember now how old she was, which is so strange, because she knew she was 29, or rather knew she was 30..something. Who is Amber, why do I keep mouthing the words that I am Amber?
Her confusion was just short by the rattling of the heavy door at the landing of the stairs. The ‘click-clack’ of what she now recognized as the woman’s high heels descended, and grew louder, indicating the woman was moving closer. She looked up to catch a view of the face, noticing for the first time a camera in the corner of the room, capturing her ever moment of torture and confusion.
The woman was remarkable. As Amber shifted her gaze back to the mirror to compare, then again to the woman, she was again in awe of what she saw. Make up exquisitely applied, as if by an artist, no hair out of place, perfectly straight lines on her stockings disappearing under what she could only guess was an extremely expensive, designer skirt. The blouse was obviously French, the pearls had knots between each piece, an indication of high quality, the bright whiteness contrasted well with the red welts on her chest. Her other jewelry sparkled as if brand new, the collar fine leather lined with rubies and diamonds, her nails perfectly manicured, the teeth were perfect, straight, and very white.
Jody reflected the contrast, she had crooked, tobacco stained teeth, chipped nails from hours of work, blotched skin, smeared Tammy Faye make-up, and no hair was IN place. She felt ugly and small next to the woman. Like a piece of trash, utterly reduced, utterly humiliated, and now, utterly wet. Although she hated herself for it, the butterflies in her belly told her what she was, and she stopped fighting it. Whatever doubt she had was slowly disappearing; fear however, remained.
“Master sent me, “she began, walking around the bound slave, trailing the evil cane on her abused flesh and speaking as if she was a teacher from a very proper school, “to explain a few things to you.”
“Why does the tape say …”
TWHAPPPPP
The cane struck her belly without mercy, between two other welts, causing the poor girl to scream out and sob instantly. She looked at the beautiful woman in shock and panic. The woman’s face did not change, looking at the bound slave almost like she was a curiosity, no anger, no frustration, nothing that the slave could discern.
“Slaves in this house do not speak until they are spoken to, young lady,” the woman replied. Her voice was not angry, it was different. It was condescending, but not overtly so. It sounded more like a teacher speaking to a young child, slow and deliberate, being sure the child understood, teaching. It was a slave teaching technique, and Jody began to think differently. This woman was teaching her something her Master wanted her to learn, she was an extension of her Master. Jody began to worry, she had let the woman down, she knew better, and had failed. Suddenly, and strangely, the belly did not hurt as much anymore. The pit of her stomach knotted, she hated to let her Master down, and she felt as though she just did. She chided herself silently, and knew she would try harder.
She heard a click, and bright red words appeared on the mirror in front of her, obviously from an overhead projector somewhere behind the cross she was bound to. They were hard to make out, though she was focused more on the words of the beautiful woman walking around her.
“Now, let me start again. Master has ordered me to teach you some things, most importantly the rules of the house. Everything that you need to know will be explained to you in time, and in the order Master wishes you to learn it, so be patient. The first thing you must understand is that you are ‘property’. Owned property, like this cane,” she said while gently tapping it on Jody’s welted leg, “or that cross you are attached to, or that table, or Master’s automobiles. You are not a person, you are a slave, mere property. And like many of Master’s possessions, you are given a name. Like his favorite guitar is named Little Miss Thing, his car is named ‘Lucy,’ his truck’s name is ‘Egor’, his ‘favorite’,” she accented the word heavily, “alpha and most precious possession is named ‘cindy,’ that would be the slave you see before you. Last, and least, his most useless possession, the most undesirable thing in his home, he named ‘amber.’ That would be the slave mounted to the cross,” she tapped the slave again with the cane.
Her heart sunk, and a lump growing in her throat coincided with the tears filling her eyes. Indeed, she was useless, and now she knew her Master felt that way also.
“As will all possessions, they do not own anything, they are owned things. Therefore they are not possessive in any way. You will never refer to anything as ‘yours’. Ever. Master is not ‘my’ Master, that would indicate he belongs to you, and that is just crazy talk. You will refer to him as Master, always. If you are told to tell me something, you would say, “Master demands your presence,” not “my Master demands your presence. Do you understand the difference?”
“Yes,” she muttered, though it did seem like she wanted to say much more, but stopped herself short.
“Do you have anything else to add, you look like something might be on your tiny mind,” slave cindy remarked coldly.
She was afraid of the cane, not wanting to be hit again, however more importantly not wanting to let her down again and make another mistake, so she took a quick moment to word the question as perfectly as she could. She began to speak slowly, though pausing many times finding the right words to use.
“this…slave… uhm.. does not know.. how.. or what is the … correct… respectful way to … address you…m.. uhm.. no that’s it.”
“Always address this slave as Cindy.”
She sighed in relief, it didn’t cost her a stroke, and that meant she did not make another mistake. Slave cindy continued.
“I will be feeding you your meal for the day, and then it is time to learn. On the mirror are your rules that you must learn. You will remain bound on the cross until they are all in your memory. From time to time Master or I will turn off the projector and quiz you. Failures result in five strokes with the cane, so learn fast. When you are done learning, you will be rewarded by having your nipples pierced to hold Masters rings, and then let down, and your wounds tended to, bathed, and dressed. All I will tell you, and this is the only reminder I am allowed to give you, is to speak third person. Don’t fuck that up.”
During her meal her mind raced, her ‘reward’ as it were would be an excruciatingly painful nipple piercing, an idea that scared her to her core, though she tried hard to think of the bath she would get, and being able to move from this position to try an soothe her. It did not help, and to make matters worse, she suddenly realized the nipples and the area immediately surrounding them were the only part of her body that did not ache in pain, besides her face and hair.
As she began to read the words, she was instantly distracted when her Master began to walk down the steps, coaxing a huge smile to both slaves. His muscular frame bronzed all over, and for the first time amber caught a glimpse of his entire body, his entire naked body. Her mouth filled with saliva, her cunt twitched and begin to flood.
His face was strong, but had seen it’s share of activity, rugged handsome good looks framed by a head of thick, short hair, eyes the color of the ocean after a storm, a wonderful contrast to his black goatee surrounding thin lips. His jaw was strong, the nose was perfect, and the grey tints added something to him that amber would have lusted after even if this man was not her Master.
His cock, oh his cock was perfect, she noted. It was not the biggest she’d seen, but size truly did not matter to amber. It was fucking perfect. Hard, pointing slightly left (he must dress left, she thought) the circumcised head glistening with pre-cum that amber would have given her life to able to taste. His bronzed balls were manicured short, and they were magnificent. Masters balls, filled with the liquid she hoped one day to be able to drain, sagging slightly, heavy and yearning. Slave amber actually started to foam just a little bit. cindy moved quickly and gracefully to her rounded knees, he thighs wide, neck back, hands resting palms up in on her legs. Though hidden from her view, amber knew her eyes were down-cast in the presence of her owner. Though amber worked feverishly to compose herself, force herself to look away and read, she again found herself in a haze when his deep, booming voice became audible over the ocean sounds from the looped recording.
“You fucking hot, beautiful little bitch!” he said with a huge smile, his voice jovial and loud, “I need you so fucking bad. On your feet baby!”
Slave cindy squealed and jumped to her feet, leaping into his arms, planting playful kisses all over his handsome face, rubbing her soft hands all over his muscular arms and basking in his attentions.
Master pushed cindy back toward the table, retrieved the remote control unit, clicked it, and the words on the mirror disappeared.
“Cunt amber,” his voice boomed, “what are the rules?” he asked offhandedly and began planting kisses of his own all over cindy, groping her ass as he did it.
“I..I…uhm.. slave.. uh.. amber .. doesn’t.. uhm.. “ she replied nervously.
“Focus, focus, focus you worthless cunt, focus!” his words were directed at amber, though his attention was clearly on cindy. “You were given an order, several minutes ago, to read your rules. But instead you focused on cindy’s beauty, and then I walked in, and you completely ignored your order and gawked at me, as if you had permission to! Cindy, five,” he said and nodded his head in amber’s direction.
With a smile still plainly on her face, she gave Master a gentle kiss on the cheek, cocked her left shoulder up and her head down toward it in a playful manner, “yes Master,” she replied. She grabbed the cane, and turned to amber, delivering five, quick painful strokes to the upper chest, never losing her smile, her mind focused on the task, but her heart yearning to return to her Master. She dropped the cane as if nothing had happened, turned and went back to kissing and holding Master while amber cried out from the brutal strikes.
“What’s for dinner tonight, baby?” once again ignore amber, he cindy asked while feeling her body softly, lifting her skirt to reveal pretty, purple panties. Slave amber could not remember the last time she felt panties, and if it was possible, yearned even more to earn the attentions of Master.
“I was thinking,” she said with her head and eyes up in thought, “stuffed bell..”
“Sit,” Master interrupted her.
Without a moment’s hesitation, cindy dropped to her knees, legs spread, head back, eyes down, palms up on her thighs, and was motionless. Master stood before her, his cock touching her lips faintly, even rocking his hips so it slid back and forth. Slave cindy remained motionless, completely unaffected by being this close to Master’s magnificent cock, completely focused on her task. Slave amber could not believe this woman was not opening her mouth trying to suck in that gorgeous cock. She also noticed that cindy did not speak third person, and interesting thing she thought.
“Lead,” he said and began to walk around her, his hard cock bouncing a bit with his stride. She leaped to her feet, bending slightly at the knees, bending at the waste, throwing her hair forward, her arms in front of her for balance. Master continued walking around her, giving her a hard smack on the ass. Again, she was un-phased.
“Prepare to mount!” he barked, she dropped to her hands and knees, ankles three feet apart, back arched, ass and cunt pointed up, hair flipped back, “Master, your whore is ready to be fucked,” she said with controlled enthusiasm.
“Inspect!” he barked. Again her actions were quick, on her feet, bent at the waist, holding her ankles, knees locked, legs spread wide.
“Seduce,” he said with a slight song in his voice, raising an eyebrow and grinning, creating a hungry expression on his face.
She quickly complied, standing, and peering at him a moment with complete seduction on her face, while quickly stripped off the expensive clothing, taking care to fold each article of Master’s clothes and placing them gingerly on the table. She dropped to her butt, then lay on her back. She lay her arms at her side, palms flat, bent her knees and spread them, using her feet to hoist her hips off the ground, as if offering her moist cunt to him for his pleasure, he eyes closed to nearly slits peering at her Master with absolute, complete lust on her face.
He ignored her a moment and walked to amber, touching her nipples gently, his cock so fucking close to her she could almost feel it, and the harsh reality hit her that she never have.
“Notice cindy down there, you dumb cunt? See her? She was thinking of dinner, I give a command and,” he snapped his fingers, “instant obedience. Notice my cock was on her lips? She was not ordered to suck it, she never flinched, whimpered or even looked up, she maintained her discipline, she did what she was told. Do you know how she did that?” he gripped a nipple, “focus,” he twisted, “focus,” he twisted hard, “FOCUS” he yanked it cruelly and snapped it free.
“Cindy understands the primary rule in a slaves life, focus, focus, and more focus. Look at her, tell me what you see?”
Slave amber was scared, nervous and very unsure. She could see cindy, even though Master was completely ignoring her, she remained in her seductive position, eyes still trained on master, still lustful, not losing a single bit of her sexuality while she was being ignored.
“I see a beautiful slave, Ma…” the yanking of her other nipple interrupted her. Her eyes shot open with panic, it felt like he was ripping it off!
“I? Who the fuck do you think you are, a fucking person!!!”
“amber,” she spoke quickly through tears, “amber sees a…” another painful yank
“You worthless fucking whore, I asked you a question, answer me or I’ll rip this fucking udder tip right the fuck off and feed it to my dog!”
“uhmm,” she murmured finding it impossible to focus with the blinding pain mixed with the fear that she might lose the nipple.
“Focus, whore, focus, focus!!! I asked who you think you are, saying ‘I’ like you are some free woman down here!” his voice was harsh now, and her nipple was on fire.
“no, Master, I..uhm.. slave is not a person, slave is so very sorry!” her eyes pleaded with him, her tears taking even more of the thick, disgustingly applied mascara down her cheeks and dripping to her tits.
“Now, tell me what you see,” he said, still holding the nipple, but releasing some of the tension.
“Slave amber see’s a beautiful…slave. Pleasing her Master.”
“What the dumb cunt is looking at, amber, is nothing short of a perfect slave. Perfectly groomed, behaved, trained and disciplined slave. That is how she earns my attention, my kindness, my cock, my cum, my gifts, by focus. She understands that she exists to please her Master, and for no other reason. You will learn this, or you will pay in ways that would make Marquis de Sade squirm in fear.”
His eyes were so dark, so black, so evil. She feared letting him down, but she feared even more now. She was his slave, and she had damn sure better begin to act like it.
The words flickered back on the mirror, as Master left her and returned to his perfect slave, leaving the useless one dangling in suspense, trying to focus on reading her rules.
Two hours, two long hours of fucking, sucking and cuddling inches from her. Her Owner, her Master, using his other slave to his hearts content, both of them sweating and breathing hard as they enjoyed each other to the fullest. Their fucking was interrupted at least five times to test amber, and she failed with each, receiving twenty five more strokes with the cane about her abused body. She focused, ignored them, working with every fiber in her body to learn her rules, to please her Master, to wear his rings, to be his slave.
After Master had finally cum, though cindy had came nearly a dozen times, they finally stopped, flicked off the words, and both sat in front of her on the ground, wrapped in a sheet, cuddling like two lovers on a honeymoon. Slave amber was confident, for the first time, that she knew her rules, and began to recite after given the order from Master.
Curious that was the last rule, considering all things. After perfectly reciting her rules, Master finally smile at her, and commanded cindy retrieve the rings, as amber has earned one in each nipple for her compliance. Slave ambers heart skipped a beat at the smile, the first time she had ever seen her Master smile at her, and she felt it was worth it to see that happy look on his face. She decided to add another rule, and risk a beating for speaking out of turn:
“Number twenty two,” she began with confidence, what she would later learn as ‘slave power’, “amber will do everything in her power to make her Master smile.”
Both cindy and Master smiled wide at the initiative the new slave took, and it even earned her a kiss on the cheek from her slave sister, before turning to obey her Master. After bringing the rings, cindy was ordered to go upstairs, and prepare amber a comfortable bath, using the guest towels, of course.
As Master prepared amber’s nipples with the iodine, she froze at the size of the hollow needle he held in his hand. It looked wicked, evil, and oh so fucking huge. With only a look of concentration on his face, he poked the large gauge needled into her nipple, forcing it through the meat in one quick motion. He mouth opened to scream, but nothing could come out. Her face contorted in agony, and finally, after several moments of breathlessness, she screamed out as if her body was being ripped in half.
Master came. He grunted and a thick stream of heavy cum splashed against her belly. She looked at Master between sobs, he came from her pain, she made him cum. She felt the pain, but savored the moment she was able to make her Master cum.
The large ring was slipped through, and clasped, and her head rocked back and forth as he pullet at the other needle, preparing to do it again. He waited a few moments, and she began to shake her head back and forth, unsure she could handle another one, but at the same time, realizing she had no fucking choice.
He touched the hollow needle to the other nipple, and his cock came back to life, she drew in a deep breath, gritting her teeth, and felt the awful pain of the flesh being ripped again by the needle. Her scream came immediately this time, along with a light feeling in her head. As she started to lose conciseness, she felt her Master’s hot cum hit her belly again, his face in sheer bliss as she passed out from both the pain, and the invasiveness of the awful ordeal.
She awoke some minutes later, her nipples throbbing now with the rest of her tortured body, when the warm water mixed with several bottles of aloe licked at her skin. She woke up crying, and saw the beautiful face of cindy there, carefully dousing her body with a soft sponge, cleaning her body and wounds. She noticed cindy’s face, caring and compassionate as she cleansed her sister with gentle strokes. Slave amber also noticed cindy had re-applied her makeup, as it was somewhat damaged from the fucking her Master gave her only a little while ago. She learned something in that moment, a slave must always look her best for her Master, putting his desires first, always.
“We bath in here,” cindy began with a soft, sister like tone, “slaves do not use Master’s bathroom unless they are being used by Master in his bathroom. You will cleanse me, and I will cleanse you. Our holes will always be cleaned, to test it, after enemas, we will allow the last enema to squirt in our mouths. Only then can nit be clean enough for Master, since he does enjoy to lick a slaves ass-hole now and then,” she winked.
“When we are finished her, I’m already washed, we will return to Master’s bedroom, you will crawl with your nose close to the ground and follow behind me. I will beg Master to be allowed into his bed. Should he grant my request, you will curl up at the foot of the bed by Master’s feet, not mine, and thank him for allowing you to sleep in the house. Should I be denied, you will crawl back to the basement and into the cage you saw down there, and go to sleep. Master is in a very good mood, so please do not anger him by speaking, do you understand, cunt amber?”
“amber understands perfectly, sis,” she offered and was rewarded with a smile.
As the dirty water was being drained, amber quickly looked down and saw it swirling, and her thoughts were locked on a few things. The heavy makeup, the blood, the dirt, it all circled at the drained, slipping slowly away never to return. She saw more than that in the water, more than the dirt and make-up, she saw a bit of herself, a tiny, skewed reflection. The reality was, she was watching as Jody slipped away, down the drain, and out of this life forever. Jody was leaving, and amber was growing from the inside out, taking over completely. In a strange, slave sort of way, this soothed the poor girl immensely, and she wished suddenly that it could happen quicker.
“Do you have any questions?”
“Umm,” she began, biting her lower lip and slowly continuing, openly embarrassed, “may amber ask permission to…. to.. uhm.. to..to..to play with herself?” she asked unsteady.
“Aww, are you horny little sisser?” cindy asked with a hint of laughter in her voice
“yes,” she said, dropping her head in embarrassment, “amber is extremely horny. Watching Master use you today, and, well, “her face turned red once more, “feeling you kiss me…”
“Aww,” cindy said again, “that’s so cute!” she planted a kiss right on ambers lips and grinned. “I will ask Master for you, if he says yes, drop immediately to your back, spread your legs wide, and rub as fast and hard as you can, but don’t cum. When you are close, say ‘this whore is close,’ and await your next command. If you are allowed to cum, once you are done, crawl to Master’s feet, kiss them, and thank him. And then take your place, whether in the cage or at his feet, okay sisser?”
“Thank you cindy!” she replied with bright eyes and reached to hug her sister slave.
After the embrace, the two moved to Master’s bedroom, cindy of course walking, amber crawling, and stopped at the foot of the bed.
“Master?” cindy asked as she pulled the blankets back on her side, “amber was wondering if she could play with herself, the bitch is mighty horny from watching you fuck me earlier,” she said with a smile, “and may I get into your bed?”
“Yes,” he smiled, “on both counts. Slave amber, if you don’t cum for your Master in under three minutes, the previous days beating your received will feel like a hangnail compared to the beating I will give you.”
“I doubt she will have that problem, baby,” cindy cooed, and stroked her Owner’s cock slowly, watching the cunt on the ground perform.
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Hopelessly Devoted Part Three |
As slave amber sat at her mirror, painstakingly applying her makeup, she was, as she often does, reflecting on the last three years with Master. Over the time she had learned many things, grown, changed, and either by training, desire or both, near completely forgotten who she was when she came here.
As she lightly brushed over one closed eye, the skewed reflection in the mirror allowed her the smallest peek into her past, and she remembered how she got here. For her, the memories were bright, vivid, real. They seemed to come at her day and night, and she loved each and every one of them, eventually.
Her thoughts drifted to that first week, learning the new rules, acclimating to a new life, finding a new desire in slave cindy, and could feel, in her memory, the determination she had to be the perfect slave. She remembered the humiliation…
“cunt amber, you have been promoted to the level of ‘dog’, congrats!” slave cindy spoke in even but excited tones. This was a big step, and so soon!! Slave cindy reminded her that most slaves take several weeks to achieve this new position, and her hard work had gotten her there in record time. Cunt amber could feel the butterflies, the idea that now she would be able to sit at Master’s feet, bask in his attentions, savor the delight being so close to him.
“Now, the rules are simple,” slave cindy continued, “you are a bitch, nothing more. Therefore you don’t talk, you bark, you crawl, bitches don’t walk, and you eat from a dogs dish.”
With her last words cunt amber glanced at the menacing Rottweiler of Master’s, closely guarding his food bowl. The animal apparently was used to having to share it with bitches in the home, and clearly did not enjoy it. She hoped Master would not make her fight the beast for food, she would surely loose. She moved to her hands and knees, head down, hair falling in her face.
“However,” slave cindy knelt next to her and continued, “if I were you, I’d take this time to learn Master, to learn the house, to study my every move, what I do, how I do it, when I do it. Just like a real bitch dog, always following mommy around, and taking notice. Learn, bitch, I promise if you don’t you will wish that you had. Use the time wisely.”
“up, slave,” Master barked from behind them, and cunt amber made a tiny motion, almost to stand up, before quickly reminding herself that she was now a bitch, and stayed on all fours. She thought about what cindy had just told her, and focused on how she acted with the command. She was determined, she may be a bitch now, but she would be a human someday again, and wanted to be a perfect slave the day that happened.
“Very good, bitch,” Master allowed, “good girl, staying down. Now, I know this whore has explained the rules to you, they are basic, even someone like you should be able to comprehend. Now then, let’s begin, no time like the present, we’re not getting any younger, especially you!”
The two laughed at the girl on the ground, who only stared down, and imagining herself a bitch for real, pretended she did not understand what they were saying. It seemed to hurt less, though not much less.
Then, before she realized what was happening, she felt and heard the cold buzzing of the razor on her head, and cringed realizing what was happening.
“Bitches in this house earn everything, even hair,” Master reported emotionlessly, and shaved her head until it was as smooth as her sopping, wet cunt.
“Bend over, you,” he commanded slave cindy, who quickly obeyed. Once the hair had been shaved off completely, he left her in this position, and moved behind cindy.
Pushing aside her purple panties, which showed an obvious amount of moisture in the crotch, he ran a large, scarred finger up and down the drenched slit of his slave, savoring the silken sensation of her womanhood. Cunt amber could only watch on with her mouth beginning to fill with saliva. Both for her sisters cunt, and the knowledge Master would soon be using it.
She noticed how smooth her sisters cunt was, and also realized that she would not be able to shave her own anymore, bitches can’t use a razor. She wondered how Master would rectify that, or if she would be beat for something she was not able to control? Control, oh she didn’t want any of that, and realized that Master would do something, for everything was under His control.
He stood, released his swollen member from his Jeans, amber raising her eyes and looking through tear bubbles and his erect cock, so beautiful to the poor bitch, as the bulbous head slid up and down the slick edges of slave cindy’s gorgeous cunt. He gripped her by the hips, and slid himself inside slowly, forcing a gasp out of slave cindy as he buried himself deeply inside of her.
“Shut the fuck up, cunt,” He barked, “keep silent, you are here to get me off, nothing more at the moment.”
She had immediately gone silent, much to bitch amber’s amazement, not that his size was outrageous, however the sensation of Master’s cock being inside of her body, well amber knew she would have trouble maintaining silence.
He moved only grunting now and then, digging his nails into her flesh, pulling her ass globes out, intentionally giving bitch amber a wide angle view of that cock sliding in and out of the well lubricated hole. As his body tensed, he pulled himself from the hole, and barked quick orders at his precious slave.
“Stroke me on this fucking whores head,” he said to her between breaths, “I love cumming on a bald head.”
He turned, and bitch amber dropped her head a bit more, in shame and in allowing Master better access. She could hear them above her, his groans, cindy’s movements, an almost surprised ‘ooh’, and then, a grunt.
The cum splashed her head dead in the center, and though she was certainly no virgin, this was a first for her. A curious thought in her depraved mind, Master had found something about her that was virginal that he could take, she smiled inside, and her cunt twitched as the thick cream rolled down her head, over and behind her ears, and into the nape of her neck.
She was coated in her Owners cum, the sensation was altogether new to her, and exciting. It would not be the last time he found something she had never done before, and exploited that.
Now today, as she used the antique, silver backed brush to straighten her long, auburn hair, noting the tiniest red highlights when the light would shimmer just right, a reflection of using only the finest shampoos, and being worked on in very expensive salons, she cocked her head to the side a moment and thought about how quickly it seemed to grow back.
“Ten minutes, baby, don’t be late!” Master’s words were jovial and light, and she smiled. She need not reply, he had told that she was never to yell in his home, and since he was too far to hear her normal tone, and attending to a task he had ordered her to complete, she only smiled and continued to apply her make up, and allowed her memory once again to recall an event only a short time after the bald head incident…
She had been shaved, and promoted to the level of dog, spending the half of the afternoon crawling on all fours. She was waddling in pain, up the stairs was a challenge, but she wanted to explore the way a curious bitch explores her surroundings. Master had taken her to the ‘groomer’, a man in the lifestyle that took care of bitch needs. He had fitted her with butt plug tail, that she wore if she was not being used, and used an extremely painful laser device to permanently remove all the hair from her cunt and around the pucker of her ass. Though excruciatingly painful, she was in a strange way glad to know that her Master was indeed in control of even the slightest detail. Not to mention never having to shave again. She did cum from the pain and humiliation of being exposed to this stranger, and was thoroughly, and right in that office, canned across her flabby back. The benefits to this being a bitch were, however, starting to dawn on her, a few wonderful benefits.
First of all, she noticed how much housework slave cindy did, and the bitch was required to do none, after all, bitches can’t do dishes or cook! She could also crawl around, and even sit at Master’s feet, something she did very tentatively at first, and was rewarded with him petting her head behind the ear. She moaned in pleasure, feeling the gentle touch of that sadistic man, massaging her bald skin, and felt a very real bliss at being a bitch at his feet. She felt that she belonged there, that the rest of her life was a waste of time, spent doing so many other, unnecessary things, when she could have been right here, feeling him dote on her.
The only thing she did that seemed ‘human’ was exercise. She worked out every day for two hours, another BDSM practitioner was her trainer, a handsome enough man, though he was not her Master by any means. He knew she was a bitch, and talked to her like one, only she was allowed to stand to do her exercise, and also swim in Master’s pool. She might be a bitch, but it would not be long before this flabby woman would be a well toned bitch.
Dinner was interesting, they laid out a new dog bowl, with her name on the side of it, and talked to her the way they would talk to a puppy.
“this is for bitch amber, do you see it?” cindy spoke in a high pitched voice, over emphasizing the words, then pointing to Tank’s food bowl and saying ‘that is a no-no! You two share the water bowl.”
Bitch amber nodded slightly, but then stopped herself, for when has anyone seen a dog nod in understanding? The sting of the crop on her ass reinforced her feelings, along with the shouts from Master that ‘bitches don’t nod, you stupid cunt!’
She crawled slowly, making sure that Tank could understand she was not going for his food, and once he was sure his was safe, he began to eat, keeping one eye on the bitch that was near his space. She stuck her head down, and the smell was something she could not make out, though it was mushy, and brownish yellow. For a moment she thought they might actually be feeding her real dog food, and by the taste of it, they probably were. She was, after all, merely a bitch.
During her dinner, and hearing Master and cindy talk about the day, how the new bitch is coming along, she leaned to lap up some water to help the food go down a bit. Tank growled at this, the low grumble menacing to the poor bitch, though he was answered with a light snap from Master “that’s enough Tank, you share, boy!”
After dinner, bitch amber was lying comfortably at Master’s feet, near the fire, not paying attention to the television, where both Master and slave cindy were engrossed in a serial show they enjoyed. At once it hit her, and she began to panic just a little bit. She had to use the restroom, and she had to go bad. She looked around, up to cindy first, then to Master, then back down, unsure of what to do. It was starting to really freak her out, she had no way, without a beating of course, to tell them she needed to go. She had already assumed she would be cage kept from now on, but she could not go in her cage, and there was no hope for her even surviving if she went on Master’s carpet.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed tank by the French Doors, sitting down, and delivering a soft, near silent bark that caused his entire body to shake when he did it. It was as if he was using his body to soften the bark. For some reason, they had slipped the protective cover in the doggie door, something she realized later was to help her learn how to use the bathroom like a proper bitch. Another virginal thing Master was taking from her.
“Have to take Tank out, Master,” cindy announced, and he smiled to her. That was one thing about Master, bitch amber noticed, he always made sure that cindy saw his affection in the things she did, paid attention to her, made her feel like the things she said and did were important. She was craving that, and knew that if she was good, she would experience it someday herself.
Slave cindy walked to the door, and called out to bitch amber, “do you have to go outside also?”
She froze for only a moment. Dear me, they were going to make her go outside with the dog! Correction, with the ‘other’ dog. She blinked several times, looking down, and eventually rose to her hands and knees, with tears beginning to pool, she began to crawl toward the door, feeling and hearing Master behind her. Master was going to watch, she thought, and her arms started to shake a bit, her breathing coming in short, quick grabs.
Once outside, Tank ran around sniffing, lifting his leg, and handling his business, while amber crawled a few feet, not really sure what to do. Slave cindy eventually came to her rescue, sort of.
“Come on bitch, over here,” she delivered in those exaggerated tones, and even threw in a whistle, “dig you a hole over here to go potty in.”
Dig a hole? Oh shit, she thought, I have to dig? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sting of the crop on her exposed ass, and she began to move with new found speed and agility.
Once at the feet of slave cindy, and looking where the slave was pointing, she knew better than to hesitate, and began to use her hands, rather her paws, and start digging a hole. She was thankful the ground was soft here, and the digging went off relatively easy. Once it was deep enough, she took a deep, ragged breath, allowed the tears to begin to flow down her cheeks, and crawled over the hole, pointing her own holes in the general area, and avoiding the eyes of her Owner or sister, she began to grunt out her waste slowly.
Master and cindy watched expressionless, as if this was normal behavior, while this poor girl, now a bitch, filled the hole with her waste. As it dropped in the hole, she was hit with another one of her little visions, another type of imagery that she was so prone to. With the dropping of her waste into the hole, she felt some of the final parts of her own dignity being evacuated as well, dropping in a hole to be covered in shit, piss and dirt. This was how her dignity was being taken from her, how her Master would reduce her before building her up, as she knelt in full view of anyone that looked over the fence, and under the watchful eyes of her Master and sister, she went ‘potty’ outside, the way an animal does. The sensation was making her cry, making her scared, and making her wet. For the first time in her life, she cursed her depravity, wishing her body would respond the way her heart did.
When she was finished, she covered the mess with a mound of dirt, and then slave cindy took what appeared to be a toilet brush and the hose, spraying high powered water into her holes, and scrubbing it with the toilet brush. The cold water was ice needles on her tender flesh, the stiff bristles of the brush so painful that she actually moved away a few times, for which she was not punished. That part confused her for a long time. Only a few years later was she schooled in why that was:
“Any dog would have reacted the same way, you were not punished, because you didn’t make any human noise, or attempt to get on your feet.”
Her entire body was bathed this way, using the toilet brush and liquid soap, the brush even being painfully rubbed on her hands to get the dirt out from under the fingernails, or rather her claws. Once she was clean, which of course she knew she was clean because slave cindy forced a dry finger up her ass, and the presented it to her mouth to test it’s sanitary condition, she was allowed back in the home, dried with the animal towel, and led to a chair.
“I’m so fucking horny right now,” Master announced, “ I just gotta, oh fuck, I have to do something! Bitch, get your front paws up on that chair!”
Bitch amber was shocked, oh yes! She thought to herself while throwing her front paws on the arms of the chair. Master slipped away for a moment, returning with several items, and dropped them on the table. A large cock gag, with head strap was inserted into her mouth, and secured around her head.
“From now on, this is going to be your chew toy, so always know where it is! And a dog always has her favorite toy with her, as you know!”
As the words sank in, the reality that she was being given a ‘chew toy’, she remembered that Tank seemed to always have his raw hide bone with him, whenever he would walk into a room, and always could find it quickly if Master ordered him to. As a bitch, she would do the same with the phallic ‘chew toy’. For now, however, it was a gag, and she didn’t care, she wanted to make her Master cum!
Her arms were then slipped off the arm rests one at a time, and wrapped in cellophane, over and over and over again. It was a strange bondage, her arms were actually dangling several inches below the arms of the chair, not bound tightly to them. So they wobbled back and forth somewhere below her chest. As she was wondering why it wasn’t tighter, it soon became clear, with her arms dangling, she had no support to hoist herself up. Her arms were stretched in front and below, the awkward position allowed for very little leverage for her to get any kind of comfortable. He legs were kicked apart by heavy boots, boots she was now getting quiet familiar with, and her legs were attached to the legs of the chair using again the clear plastic wrap. This time, it was tight, up against the chair legs, and secured from ankle to knee, leaving her zero mobility.
The poor bitches cunt ached so bad, the pain from the laser treatment were still there, only that seemed to aid in the juices that were steaming her thighs. She had dreamed of that cock since before she had ever seen it, and those dreams only intensified now that she had. She saw slave cindy out of the corner of her eye, and her heart sank, her mouth tightened around the phallus gag, her eyes grew wide with horror. Slave cindy was wrapping up Tank’s paws with towels, and tape to hold it in place. Her body trembled, and she fought against her bounds to get free, rocking violently from one side and the other. Her Master’s several, devastating whips did not even slow her fighting, though as secure as he put her with that clear wrap, the house could blow over in a hurricane, and she’d probably still be in that same position.
“Okay, boy,” Master shouted, “go and get your new bitch! Breed that bitch for daddy!”
She was making guttural sounds now, though her motions faded, she knew her fate was sealed, and she just allowed her eyes to drain salty tears over her face and waited for the inevitable.
Tank came behind her, sniffed around, his cold nose up against her twat sent sensations through her that she didn’t know existed. He pussy, once again responding to the sheer disturbing moment, was even more wet, cunt slime slipping down her leg, her hands in fists. Now, for the second time in her life, she cursed her bodies reaction to the depravity, and simultaneously, realized her Master had found one more virginal part of her, and was preparing to take it. She was owned, and knew it.
All at once, he mounted his bitch, his dog cock finding a way up to her slit, and slipping it in deeply. She screamed against the cock gag, that cock was big, the knot at the end was even bigger, like a fist up her cunt, and the sheer idea of this dog cock inside of her was just all too much. She tried to find some way to brace herself, he hands opening and closing, but having nothing to grip, her arms swinging back and forth, but no being able to pull them closer or push them further away, meanwhile the dog was relentless, claiming this bitch as his own, growling as he plowed her swollen hole.
Master and cindy rooted him on ‘come on boy, claim that bitch!!” “Breed her, boy, breed our new bitch,” cindy chimed in, the degradation filling her marrow, “breed her? Holy shit can I get pregnant?”
She soon stopped thinking about it, just now holding strong to something in her center, hoping it would be over soon.
Finally, she could feel the enlarged pressure, feeling like it was pushing her womb apart as the dog sputtered his seed deep in the bitch, and quickly withdrew, dragging that knotted end out, feeling like it was pulling her fuck tunnel inside out.
“Good boy!” Master shouted, and of course cindy joined him in celebratory laughter, all the while bitch amber remained limp and thoroughly reduced, bound to the breeding chair, Tank’s semen slipping from her cunt, and draining down her leg. She was released, the gag removed, and though her jaw hurt, it was nothing compared to what was going on inside of her. She did not want to be near Master, choosing instead of crawl to the garage, and inside her cage. She hurt, she was humiliated, she was degraded, and yet, still, she was masturbating. Her orgasm came quickly, and though she was cursing herself inside, the image of being used by that awful beast is what drove her over the edge.
As she set the brush down and picked up some other make up tools, she thought about how she could still, to this day, some years later, feel that beating for cumming without first being ordered. Her punishment was clear, she was not to cum unless Tank was inside her, and at that point, she had better. While the expensive makeup slid across her smooth skin, she recalled the several other times Tank had used her, began to become protective of her even, and of all the people that watched, sometimes strangers, sometimes people she had gotten to know quite well.
Her thoughts and memories drifted to another time, a more happy time in her slave life, when cindy brought her some genuine good news that didn’t seem to be laced with a sinister under coating.
“you are no longer a bitch, cunt amber,” she said in a happy tone, “Master has decided you have earned yourself out of bitch-hood! ON your feet girl!”
The girls were both elated, the sister like bond had grown between them over the time, and this was like a reuniting of long lost siblings. Although her jaw and teeth hurt something fierce, the heavy braces Master had went to great expense having put in her mouth forcing the teeth back into alignment was usually bad enough, but today it was rubber bands and all, she could not help but cry happy tears at earning her human status back.
They walked to the slave bathroom, where cunt amber was, for the first time in nearly a year, allowed to bathe inside, and with warm water. The sensation was almost foreign to her, though she reveled in the feeling of it, the moisturizing soap, the softness of the wash cloth as slave cindy bathed her with care and devotion. Then amber did the same in return, and both sisters douched, performed their enemas, dried and left the bathroom headed for Master’s room where he lay, silent, still, naked, and hard.
“Tonight, you will pleasure Master in any way you desire, you have earned it,” cindy smiled, took a seat in her chair at the foot of the bed, not before making sure her skirt was straight, and watched as the reality set into ambers mind.
She moved quickly, but stopped herself short of jumping on the man and just fucking him like a wanton whore. She was told ‘any way you desire’ and speed was not part of her rules. She decided to use her mouth, for she was pretty sure she could make it last a long, long time.
“may this cunt get on your bed to please you, Master?” she asked quickly, and then realized she almost forgot to beg!
“Yes,” he grinned widely, “almost forgot, eh?”
He was talking to her like she was human, and decided that since she had earned her human status again, she would act like one, without goading. Slave power, she knew her rules, and didn’t need five levels of approval.
“Almost, Master,” she replied, “but this cunt would have begged for her beating if that happened,” she winked at her Master, and was rewarded with a larger smile from the muscular man before climbing on to his bed.
As cindy adjusted her skirt a tiny bit, cunt amber began planting kisses on her Master’s feet, soft, butterfly kisses, up his ankles, being sure to bask in the glory of both feet equal amount of time, but not so much that she would bore the man. She studied his body, the hairs, the bald spots, his calves, each kiss prefaced with a good stare, wanting to know it blindfolded, to be able to touch any part of his body in complete darkness and be able to identify it.
Then she got to his balls, and her mouth filled quickly, the drool nearly escaping her lips. The trimmed hair, the way they looked, how they sagged between his parted thighs, the skin wrinkles, the bulges where his testicle lay, it was so perfect. She was amazed at this part of him, taking it in, breathing in deep his scent, before planting a flattened tongue on his taint, moving up his balls, and then back down.
The cock stood erect, wanting, waiting, even beginning to ooze pre cum, but she did not go for it yet. No, this was going to take some time, she examined every inch of his sensitive sex organs with her eyes, tongue and fingers. She stroked it, slowly, listening for the tones of his groans, deciding what he liked most, what he didn’t care for. Learning him, learning his cock, learning his pleasure points, learning him inside and out.
After twenty minutes of playing she decided not to make him wait much longer, for fear he’d grab her, flip her and fuck her without her getting a chance to feel that cock in her throat. She licked the tip, and savored his precum, even smacking her lips together before dropping her open mouth on it, forcing it into her throat.
She swallowed him, over and over again, trying to force it deeper, having practiced with the cock gag that she used to play with as a chew toy while she was a bitch, she had learned to control her gag function, and worked feverishly to show Master how much she could take, how much she had practiced, denying herself air for up to a minute at a time while he was buried in her throat.
“Oh cindy,” Master groaned from his throat, “it seems this slave has been practicing with her toy!”
“Yes, Master,” she cood with an even smile, “I knew she was smart enough to learn on her own.”
The words filled her heart, cemented in her mind her human status, praise from both her Master and her sister, she could die on the spot and not be happier. Well, almost.
Up and down she sucked, licked, teased, learned and pleased her Master for almost an hour. Then she heard him with that groan she had begun to get familiar with. Like a shocking sensation, he would almost be surprised, ‘ooh’ would come from him, and she knew he was close. She had watched her slave sister blow Master hundreds of times, and knew precisely what he liked. She hat taken notes, she did not want to fail.
When the final, tell tale groan escaped his throat, she took him from her mouth, gripped the shaft with firm, even pressure, mindful not to touch the head as that would fuck up his orgasm, and stroked with short, quick jerks, pointing the slit of his cock at her upturned face, waiting for the splash.
She was rewarded with a thick stream of semen hitting her square in the middle of her forehead, between the eyes, the last drops spraying into one eye, though her stroking continued. The second rope came and she jerked his cock somewhat sideways to cause the stream to shoot across her face, covering her nose in his cum.
When he had finished, she slowed her stroking, but continued, as he enjoyed, for about twenty or so seconds after, being careful not to touch the head, feeling him come down from his orgasm, his body relaxing, and listening for the groan that indicated he had enough, and was satisfied.
When it came, she quickly dropped off the bed, to her knees, near his feet, and waited. He stared at her a long time, and smiled, even reaching to wipe his cum from her eye, before winking at cindy. She stood, straightened her skirt, and wandered over to the cum covered girl, and began to lick her Master’s cum from the girl, getting all of it in her mouth, before turning the girls head back, and spitting it back into ambers’ open, waiting mouth.
The two sluts shared Master’s cum in a French kiss for a long, long while, before splitting it up between the two of them, breaking from their kiss, and swallowing his sperm.
“Excellent, cunts,” he said in a soft whisper, “now re-shower, and both you bitches join me in my bed, cindy on my left, cunt amber on my right”
Today, as she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup, she remembered how it felt that night, to sleep not only off the floor, but on a bed, Master’s bed to boot! How safe she felt, how warm, protected, even cherished. At one point her turned and wrapped his large, muscular arms around her and crushed her against his frame, holding her tight. She did not sleep at all that night, not wanting to miss even one second of these attentions, not wanting to miss an opportunity to be used if he woke up horny, which is often did.
“Five minutes girl!” He yelled again, this time she was finished dressing and with her make-up, only dabbing small finishing touches here and there, insuring everything was perfect. She lifted a small photograph from the table, it was her, or rather Jody, so many years ago, crooked, yellow stained teeth, flabby arms, blotchy skin and no sense of style for her hair.
She looked now in the mirror and saw a different women, so strong and obedient, capable and intelligent, not the stupid girl that crawled in the doggie door three years ago, but a different, beautiful woman. Straight, white teeth, smooth skin, pretty, healthy hair, designer clothes, and an air of maturity she never used to have. She remembered how she noticed these differences between herself and slave cindy so many years ago, and she fought back a small tear when she remembered the last time she saw her slave sister.
It was nearly two months ago, though the memory was as vivid as anything that was happening in front of her. The two of them, in Master’s bathroom of all places, slave cindy explaining the remaining of the house rules, amber’s new duties, where she would purchase her clothes, how to ask for things, what to look for in fine jewelry. Basically a finishing school for ladies, all the while done as the make-up was meticulously put on amber’s confused face.
“amber is confused, she doesn’t.. understand, cindy,” she asked frightfully, “why does amber have to learn all these things now? Why can’t these lessons take time?”
With a tear forming in the corner of one eye, cindy spoke slowly, hoping to not cause too much crying and destroy her make-up.
“You no longer speak in third person sweet sisser,” she replied with a sad smile on her face, “you have earned your way past that.”
“Oh,” she said, crinkling her nose up a bit, “that is going to be hard to get used to. Okay then, >I< am confused, what is this about? Why are you teaching amber, er me to take over your duties, are we switching?” amber was visibly upset at that notion, she could not imagine her sister under her in the household.
There was a long pause, cindy attempting to regain her composure, though her eyes could not hide the pain she was feeling, it looked like loss to amber, something that was going away, and never coming back.
“Master has sold me, sis,” she finally said with a long face, “sold me to a Mistress, actually, and she is coming today to pick me up.”
Both girls just sat silent for a moment, taking it all in, what they had come through together, what cindy had taught the newer slave, what they had shared, and the bond that had grown. Though Master assured them they would not lose contact with each other, they knew it would be so different, cindy would receive new training, and have new responsibilities, even a new look. The would stay close a while, but in the end, like so many things, it would end, and they both knew it.
The goodbye was rough, even though they were afforded a full hour to fuck each other for Mistress and Master’s amusement, Master enjoying the Mistresses body as well, causing both slaves to giggle like school girls, as if they were watching their parents doing the naughty thing.
She wanted to remember more, to think more about cindy, about their time together, but she was interrupted with the final call time, Master shouting “it’s here, slut, hurry!”
She checked to be sure her nails were perfect, her lines were perfect, her hair, her make-up, everything in place. She took a deep breath, and told the girl in the mirror that she was full of slave power, and she could do this, no problem.
She walked daintily down the stairs, quite a skewed image from the awkward slave who waddled up them so many years ago, or the bitch that crawled up them with Tank’s cum leaking form her used hole, until she reached the bottom, near the French doors, taking a place next to her Master.
“Master, is this the cunt?”
“Yes it is, my lovely slave, and we will enjoy her for a long, long time.”
With that, Master took the envelope with his money in it, and began to beat the weeping slave crouched beneath them.
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