Red wine, crimson lips [Archive]

lucy

10-24-2008, 03:42 AM

Damn, why did i come here? I should just have gone home after work, get me a bottle of Chianti on the way. And why did have to go to this meeting today, having to dress up for the occasion? I feel so out of place in my skirt and the top. I feel like everybody is staring at me.

And why does she stare at me? There's plenty of guys here, and she could have them all with a snap of her fingers. Maybe she's a lesbian, but i'm not eager to be hit upon by a lesbian. Although i must admit she's a very beautiful woman. About my height, maybe a little taller, a couple of kilos heavier. And i guess she's going to the gym regularly, at least she looks like it. The chestnut locks falling to her shoulder match her green eyes and her pale complexion.
The deux pièces and the pumps, along with the rather conservative stockings lead me to the conclusion that she's probably working in one of the nearby banks. Maybe middle management in private banking?
What i notice most, tho, is that air of confidence around her. She seems to be fully aware of the looks following her, as if she's basking in the attention, expecting it even.

When she gets up from her stool and moves over to the seat next to mine i decide it's time to leave. I don't feel like talking to some dyke on the prowl. For the time being i'm done with other people. I have no urge to talk at all. I just want to go home, soak in a hot bath, get drunk and fall into bed hoping that sleep will find me...
I open the purse and take out a bill. When i place it on the bar and get ready to leave, i feel her hand on my bare arm.
"Sit down, honey! Please."
"What the he..." i stop in midsentence when i look at her. Although her words asked me to sit down, her eyes tell me a different story. They tell me that i have no other choice but to sit down. That she knows sitting there beside her, listening to her is what my subconsciousness wants to do right now. And although my brain is screaming that i should get out of here, and better make it now, my legs have a mind of their own and i find myself perched on the barstool again.

"A mineral for the young lady and a champagne for me" she tells the bartender, and turning towards me "you know, sweety, alcohol wont solve your problems. And it won't make them go away either."

MissConfused

10-24-2008, 09:01 AM

I still see the anger in her eyes, but now it has turned to fear.
Once she settles back into her seat and looks at me I now she has relaxed just a touch and is starting to feel an attraction towards not me but towards me power and demeanor.

The bartender serves our drinks and I notice he is a little slow to walk away. I take a sip of my champagne and notice she is not touching hers. Perhaps her need for wine has not yet subsided. I pick up her glass and take a sip leaving a red mark on the glass from my lipstick. I hand the glass back to her, the side with the lipstick is pointing towards her. She drinks but she deliberately drinks from the side with my red marks on it. She has given her first indication of wanting to serve me.

I take another sip of my champagne and place my hand upon her knee. Immediately her hand is upon mine weakly attempting to pull it loose. She protests for just a second and then her hand strokes the back of my arm. She removes her hand and turns back to face the bar as if she were trying to ignore me. With an evil look in my eye I push my glass of champagne towards her indicating she should enjoy a drink. While I am pushing the glass towards her I also slide my hand a little further up her leg.

She quickly finishes my glass of champagne and I remove my hand and wave to the bartender for two glasses of the sparkly wine. For some reason he has delivered our drinks almost immediately.

I pick up my glass as does she but she continues to stare straight ahead and not at me. None the less she doesn’t protest this time when I return my hand to her leg. I enjoy gently stroking her smooth soft skin. A few times I come close to striking her wet golden treasure but I stop short. There will be time for that later.

Finally she turns her face to stare at me. There is not love or lust in her face but rather she glows of surrender. I finally become aware of our surroundings and notice that the little boys who were swarming on her have now gathered around and are watching us intently. It is time to go, I turn to ask the bartender for our bill but he is also standing there watching us. When I ask him once again for our bill he waves me off and declares our tab is gratis.

With my new conquest on my arm we leave the bar.

lucy

10-24-2008, 03:27 PM

The moment we leave the bar, i get sobered by the chilly wind. I find myself arm in arm with a beautiful woman. What the hell was i thinking? What happened to me? I was determined to leave the bar when the woman approached me and suddenly i find myself being fingered by her publicly, a group of leering guys around us.
I free my arm from hers and confront her. "What's wrong with you? How dare you touching me up? And who are you anyway?" i shout at her.
She looks at me calmly. "You're wet, right?"
Oh my god. I didn't realize before. But she's right. I sure am. My friggin' pussy has betrayed me, yet again. My embarassment must be all over my face, for she smiles broadly now. "I know what you want, honey. And I can give it to you. Don't be afraid. You will enjoy it, and you will be free, possibly for the first time in your life."
Umm, i'm taken aback. What do i want? And why would she know something i don't even know myself?
On the other hand, she was right with me being wet. Although wet is the wrong word. Slopping fits better.
Curiousity has killed many cats, and i'm no exception to the rule. I let her take my hand and walk the few meters to the curb, where she hails a cab.
"By the way, my name is Zoe."

MissConfused

10-26-2008, 03:44 PM

Immediately after we get into the cab I give the driver directions. Zoe places her left hand inside my leg. She then pulls herself around so we are face to face and begins kissing me. While her hand runs up and down my leg I clasp her face in my hands. GOD her face is burning. She is an inferno! I feel heat begin in my breasts and burn up through my neck and into my face. Surely my face is glowing hotter than hers.
The driver pulls to the curb and tells us we are there. I wonder how much he enjoyed the show. I am in a rush so I throw the driver two $20 bills for a $22 fare and quickly jump out of the cab pulling Zoe close behind me.
We speed through the lobby of the apartment building and luckily catch an elevator immediately.
I force her into the corner of the lift and begin kissing her again. Oh how I love the taste of her mouth! It is twenty four flights to my apartment. Once again I wonder if the security guard is monitoring the camera and enjoying the show. I envision him stroking himself to the display we are putting on.
Finally we arrive at my apartment. I grab her by the hair on each side of her face and force her to her knees directly in front of me.
Surprisingly she drops to this submissive position without any hesitation. I look deep into her eyes and with a demanding voice I command her to please me in any method I wish.

lucy

10-27-2008, 08:42 AM

In the cab I find myself flung at the lady. I still don’t even know her name, don’t know if she deliberately doesn’t tell me or if she just doesn’t think of telling me hers. However I do know that her mouth tastes great and her hand sliding up my leg feels good. I still don’t know what made me get into the cab with her, though. I realize it’s very easy to „go with the flow“, to just let things happen, and Im possibly drunk enough not to care where the flow leads me. I glance at the rearview mirror once and see the driver staring at me.
In the elevator she presses me roughly into a corner. „You’ll be mine, Zoe!“ she whispers in my ear. „Mine alone!“
She leads me to her apartment and as soon as the door is locked she grabs me by my hair and pulls me down, until I’m kneeling in front of her.
„You’ll serve me in any way I want, girl. Because that’s what you want.“
Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into? Do I really want to kneel in front of her? And what could she mean with serving her in every way she wants? I have no idea what girls do with each other, apart from fondling each other and maybe eating each other’s pussies. I should get up, walk to the door and leave. Leave her behind for the rest of my life, that woman who kinda abducted me, forces me to do things I never wanted to do. That would be the sensible thing to do. Instead I find myself looking up at her and hear myself whisper „yes, Ma’am, I would love to serve you.“
She unzips her skirt and lets it fall to her feet. The white silk panties are moist, wet even. I stare directly at her lips pressing at the thin fabric. She grabs my hair again and pulls me towards her. I push the panty to one side and my tongue immediately slides between her folds, searching for her clit. I play with it and hear her moaning louder and louder. She starts to move backward und forward, up and down, pressing my face ever harder onto her pussy, literally fucking herself on my face. Then I take one hand from her hips to play with myself. She stops her motions for a second to hiss at me: „You don’t touch yourself without my permission, slut. You’re here to please ME!“
For a second I think about her calling me a slut. But I guess she’s right, a girl who’s kneeling in front of a woman and whose face is used by that woman to fuck herself on is probably indeed a slut. And by now I’m also fully aware that my own pussy is slopping wet, my panties are soaked through.
So yes, I guess she is right. I am indeed a slut. Her slut.

MissConfused

10-27-2008, 04:14 PM

GOD! This girl’s mouth is fantastic! Why doesn’t anyone own this slave…
I have to regain control of myself. I think my knees will buckle and I will collapse to the floor.
I want to keep her at my feet but I don’t know how much longer I can control myself!
“Come slave” I command as I grab her by the hair. I gruffly pull her, I want her to crawl over to the divan on her hands and knees. I place her in front of me again while I strip off my panties.
I order her to drop her dress and remove her bra then I sit on the divan with my open legs facing her. I grab her by the hair again, a bit too rough this time as she cries out in pain, and pull her face back into my dripping wet pussy.
I am always amazed at how fast she responds to my command to lick my pussy.
As I start to cum this time I dig my nails into her shoulders and pull her closer. I know I am hurting her as I hear her sobs of pain when I dig my nails further into her flesh.
GOD!!!!!!! I feel my juices running between my legs as finally I cum. I release my slave from my grip and lean my head back while she falls to the floor and begins to cry.
I HATE CRYING! I will punish her for that.

lucy

10-28-2008, 07:00 AM

As I lay sobbing on the ground, I finally get to my senses. I look at her on the sofa, her eyes closed, enjoying that moment after a good orgasm the french call „petit mort“ or something like that. And I realize she doesn't give a damn about me. I was just some sort of fucktoy for her, like a vibrator you use and then put away again. She never even bothered to tell me her name, the bitch. I sure don't need that. With tears running down my cheeks and still sobbing I start to get into my skirt, put on the top but don't bother with the heels.
Then I head for the door. She finally opens her eyes to look at me. „Fuck you. If you think I'm your fucktoy, you're wrong. I'm out of here, I don't need no friggin' dyke abusing me. I thought you cared at least little bit for me, but I was wrong“ i hiss at her.
I find the door locked, but at the key is in the keyhole. I'm out in a second, while she is getting into her clothes. Then I head for the elevator, luckily it is still there.

MissConfused

10-29-2008, 12:50 PM

She is a tigress and not the little puppy I expected. I thought she would lay whimpering on the floor until I finally tired of her and told her to leave.
I did not expect her to jump to her feet and damn me as she ran out the door. I must know more about her. Anyone can tame a puppy but I quickly grow tired of their easy submission.
A tigress on the other hand is a prize all mistresses seek. To tame a tigress is as difficult as taming the wild animal their name refers to.
I grab a collar and leash and run out of the door after her. She is stepping into the lift when I call out her name. My god! There is fire shouting from her eyes as I approach her. She is clearly damning me to hell with every blink of her eyes.
I start to reach for her hair again, this time to stroke it, but she has had enough of my dragging her by her hair and slaps my hand away.
I show her the collar and leash I have in my other hand. It seems to puzzle her as if she were asking if I were crazy. I reach to stroke her hair again, this time there is no resistance.
The elevator door is open and she is about to step in and leave. I know if I am to have any chance possessing her I must take a large risk. I reach up and put the collar around her neck. I expect her to leap in the elevator at any second and leave but I must know if she is willing to serve a mistress.
Once I have the collar and leash on her I start to pull her towards my apartment. Pulling is not necessary as she is walking besides me, even slightly ahead of me.
I approach the divan again and sit down. I pat the cushion next to me and Zoe also sits down. Actually she lies down in a cat like position and places her head on my lap.
I begin once again to stroke her beautiful hair. I wonder why any man would have left such a sensual creature.
After a length of time she begins to get up again to leave. I tell her to stay as she heads for the door. One thing I notice as she begins out the door is that she has not removed her collar, I am hoping that is a good sign.
I finally convince her it is too dangerous to be walking the streets alone looking for a taxi. I fetch a pillow and blanket which she accepts and makes her bed on the divan.
I must taste her luscious mouth one more time. I lean over and give her a kiss goodnight then I retreat to my room to shower and sleep.

lucy

10-30-2008, 02:56 AM

I'm lying on the sofa in the dark. My mind is doing somersaults. When she caught up with me at the lift she was all tender and nice, caressing my hair and talking to me in a soothing manner. At last she told me that her name is Charon. Then she showed me the leash. First i didn't get what it was but when i got it i was immediately intrigued. Then she tenderly put the collar around my neck. I jumped a bit, but then it felt kinda reassuring. I'm not alone after all, there's someone who wants me, cares for me. She probably was just carried away earlier.
She seems to care about me after all, and she's right: Going out in a short skirt and top at this time of day is not the smartest thing to do for a girl.
I listen intently, but can't hear any sound from her bedroom. I think about my crazy day. How i was hurt when i saw my bf with that chick, how i was overwhelmed by the presence of Charon in the bar and the cab. And then i remember the lust and arousal i felt when i sucked her, smelled her sex and tasted her sweet juice. My hand goes down between my legs and starts to play with my clit. It doesn't take me long to cum. I still can't sleep and finally i get up and tiptoe over to the bedroom door. I open it a crack and listen to Charon's regular breathing for a long time. Then i walk to the large bed and slide in under the covers. She awakens enough to turn in her half sleep and to drape an arm over my hip, her hand cupping my breast.
„I knew you would come, sweetheart. You shouldn't be alone, a girl like you should never sleep alone.“ Her lips are caressing my neck, her full breasts brush against my back and her hand wanders down my belly to my pussy. She plays with my pussy for some time and then she suddenly stops and leaves the bed. She gets back and attaches a leash to the collar, which I had completely forgotten i was still wearing. The leash she then ties to the bed. Then she turns me on my belly and cuffs my wrists, locking them together.
„You'll see, being tied up will set you free.“

MissConfused

10-30-2008, 04:23 PM

This tigress is turning into quite a treasure. I thought I would lose her after the way I mounted her face. God that seemed to upset her. I enjoyed it too much. Maybe one day in the future I will do it again, that is if we have a future. She is so unsure of herself I am not sure she will still be here in the morning.
WHAT is happening! I am sound asleep and suddenly there is my tigress. Perhaps I should call her my little kitten. Come little kitten let us curl up together. I roll over and embrace her in a gentle lover’s fashion. Little does she realize these tender moments must be earned. She is my slave and not my lover.
But her warm erotic body nestled next to me starts my juices to flow again. DAMN I wanted to sleep but now I want something else much more.
I think she needs to be mounted. Her boyfriend dumped her for a slut, perhaps she misses a strong hard cock throbbing inside her.
I go to my closet to retrieve a few “toys.” When I return I attach her leash to the headboard and then I put wrist cuffs on her and attach them to the leash.
Her lovely body stretched in front of me arouses me to my limits. I am so temped to roll her on her back and mount her face again. That upset her so last time that I quickly put that thought out of my mind though the desire remains in my pussy.
I don’t know if she saw the toys I brought back from the closet. I slip into the strapon. After her rough evening I decide to go easy and have chosen one of the medium size dildoes for the strapon. I do not want to hurt her, but who knows what will occur in the future?
First I gently rub the paddle I have across her bottom. She tenses and her head tries to pull up, her feet curl up as if in fear.
I whisper to her that she will enjoy this pain. I encourage her to forget her fears and enjoy what is about to happen.
The first slap of the paddle is gentle although she cries out. I know it is fear that caused her to scream and not pain. My stroke was very gentle.
On the second stroke she does not cry out. I increase the severity of the strokes until finally on the eighth stroke she cries out in pain once again. I know this time she is sincerely crying out of pain.
I rub her crimson bottom with my hand, then I bend down and gently kiss her red cheeks for I know what is next. This is one of the very few times I wish I were a man with a giant cock but my strapon will have to suffice.
I pull her onto her knees. Her face and arms are bound to the bed so that all she is able to raise is her hips. I kneel between her legs.
I remember what happened earlier when I let my lust run rampant so I now I act as a gentle lover would. I stroke her wet pussy gently. God she is so wet. Her thighs are wet with her juices. Gently I place a finger into her. I want to see how she responds, she only moans. I continue to probe her with increased intensity deeper and deeper.
I lean forward and whisper in her ear “do you want me to fuck you?” With a growl more than an answer she responds. I straighten up in my position behind her and slowly start to slide the dildo deep into her saturated pussy.
I believe she must enjoy the feeling as she is pushing her hips harder and harder against me. I thrust hard and she arches her back as a cat would. It appears she is trying to swallow the dildo deeper and deeper with each action.
FINALLY she screams lightly and collapses. I pull the dildo out of her and remove the strapon from myself. Exhausted I roll her over onto her back, her arms still attached to the leash, and I climb on top of her. She attacks my mouth with hers once again. Oh how I love her mouth! After a short while I notice I am drifting off to a contented and exhaustive sleep. I release her from her bonds and command her to sleep on the edge of the bed but DO NOT disturb me again!
She does as commanded and curls up on the edge of the bed as I finally fall asleep. It is three-forty in the morning.
The next morning I wake and am feeling fantastic. My tigress wakes up and walks to the bathroom. I notice she is walking gingerly. Perhaps the spanking or the strapon were too rough on her.
I have other things to do so it is once again time to test my tigress. When she comes out of the bathroom she is dressed and apparently ready to leave.
I walk her to the door where we stand in a long passionate embrace. I pull away and tell her I want her to discover the significance of my name. I explain it is a masculine name but it explains my purpose. I also instruct her to return Saturday morning promptly at ten a.m. She sets her watch to the clock on the hallway and leaves.
As she leaves I feel a deep yearning for her. I pray she will return but now my test is here. Did I manage to convince her to be my slave. I will have to wait for Saturday morning and see if she returns.

lucy

10-31-2008, 08:04 AM

Walking to the nearest subway station I once again get reminded of the tenderness of my pussy and butt. The cool air helps to soothe them, though. Somewhen during that crazy night I lost track about the whereabouts of my panties. Well, there's worse than going commando.
I think back to that moment when she spanked my bottom. It hurt, and she took me by surprise. I know if she hadn't tied me to the bed I would have run for the second time. But all in all it was not a bad experience. It made me concentrate, took everything else off my mind. I was kinda floating, expecting and bracing myself for the next blow.
I didn't know what she meant when she asked about her fucking me. She's a woman, right? Women don't fuck other women, now do they? But boy, was I wrong. Fuck me was exactly what she did, and fuck me hard too. It was strange, to be fucked by a woman, but it also was great, I usually don't cum that easy. But I was definitely glad she didn't use my back door like i was afraid she would.

But does she expect me to come knocking at her door next Saturday? If she really considers that she must be either nuts or even much more convinced of herself than i thought.
I'm late for work, real late, but my boss is away so that's no problem, I'll just stay longer. When I finally get home, I just eat something and go to bed early. All day my mind kept going back to last night. Visions of Charon, standing over me, a dildo jutting out of her crotch or approaching me with a collar and a leash kept floating thru my head. And during the night I wake up twice, after dreaming of being used by an giant woman who handles me as if I'm just a puppet. And twice I find myself moist, if not wet even. I don't need no master in psychology to come to a conclusion about those dreams.

The following two days the night with her is taken off my mind a bit because i'm very busy at work. Friday night I go out with my best friend Nicole. When she asks about my boyfriend I realize that I almost never thought about him since the moment Charon entered the bar.
And I'm even more amazed that I don't give a damn about him anymore. So I tell her what happened and then it's her turn to be amazed.
"What? Wait a second! He split up with you and all you have to say is 'he dumped me for another girl and good riddance'? You don't look like you've been dumped, honey. You actually look great, really happy."
"Huh? Really?"
"Yes, really. And now you tell me what's going on with you."
I hesitate, but she keeps pushing me until I finally tell her everything. At first she's shocked. "And how do you feel? Will you go to her place?"
"Of course not. I'm not a dyke, nor am I a slut." Nicole looks at me for a long time, taking a sip of her wine.
"You know, I haven't seen you looking so happy and content as now for a long time. Are you sure it isn't because of that night with Charon?"
She's right. I'm feeling easy, happy even. And if it weren't for that night with Charon I haven't the slightest idea what else could be the reason.
"Sweetheart, do yourself a favour. Think about your decision again. I've got the impression you've found something that night you didn't even know you were missing."
"Yeah, right, and what would that be? Being seduced and abused by a lesbian?"
"Maybe, dunno. Maybe it's that you like to give up control? You're controlling all of your life. You'll be stepping up the career ladder pretty fast, now that you finished studies and started to work, we both know that. Maybe you just need a part of your life where you can give up control? Promise me you'll think about your decision. I want to see you happy. I really do."
On the way home I keep thinking about her words. And that night in bed, I find myself fingering my pussy, fantasizing about being tied to the bed again, watching Charon strap that dildo to her crotch.
At 7 am the phone rings. It's Nicole. "I just wanted to make sure you're not late in case you decided to go. Do you go to her place?"
"Honestly, I don't know yet."
"Keep me informed, willya? Have a wonderful day, whatever you're going to do."
I get up and have a coffee, walking arond my apartment naked. In the bathroom I look at myself.
Nicole was right. I look quite content. I take a bath and shave my legs. Then, without really thinking about it I climb out to get a scissor and start cutting my pubic hair. Five minutes later my mound is completely hairless and nicely lotioned.
I'm not much of a makeup-person, so I stick with eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. And suddenly I realize that I'm getting prepared to go meet Charon. Now what would she want me to wear? Sexy, I guess. I pick a cute black dress with broad shoulder straps. It should be short enough, the hem of the dress is well above the middle of my thighs. Panty? No panty? I decide for the skimpiest I have, a translucent red lace thong. No bra, but stay ups, due to the temperature outside. Finally I step into heels and don a light coat.
Then I head out, still very early. Damn, didn't she say something about her name? I remember that it was some semigod or just some other bloke in greek mythology. Yes, it was the ferryman who brought the dead to Hades across the river Styx.
When I reach her block, I'm half an hour early. By now I'm nervous as hell. In a Bar nearby I have a mineral water. Finally it's time to go. At exactly 9:58 am the lift opens on her floor. How should I present myself? I just keep standing there, head slightly bowed, coat open, and when the minute hand reaches 10, i ring the bell.

collared_kitten75

10-31-2008, 10:47 AM

ooc i really can't wait to see what happens next.

kitten

MissConfused

10-31-2008, 12:32 PM

I am surprised and giddy at the same time. It is ten o’clock and she is here right on schedule. It is clear she is willing to take serve.
I open the door and tell her she can not enter until she explains the meaning of my name. She knows and yet she is here! How much will she bear before she bolts again?
I am just out of the shower and I have a busy Saturday planned. I instruct Zoe to remove all of her clothes. I am pleasantly surprised to see she has shaved. Perhaps I should reward her for that.

I instruct her to slide on a pair of hot-pink thigh highs I have for her. At first I thought about buying her powder white hose. They definitely would have gone with her smooth tan legs better than the hot-pink, but I want to remind her she is my slave and will do as I please.
She slides on the hose and then steps into a pair of red heels I have for her. I guessed correctly about the size. I must have noticed more about her the other night than I realized.
I then wrap a fur lined leather restraining belt around her waist. I put on a padlock in the back. She is not going to remove the belt without my permission. The belt has restraining rings all around the waist. I cuff her left wrist and lock it to the belt. I leave approximately six inches of play in the cuff as she will need it for what I have planned. Damn! I notice she is as tall as me when she is in her heels and I am in slippers. I go to my room and put on a pair of hose and heels. I do not want her to feel she is over me in any manner.
I explain to her that the weekend is my time to relax. I further explain I hate to clean my apartment. She is to clean my apartment while I enjoy my coffee and do my shopping.
I further explain she is a servant and I do not want her disturbing me. She is not to talk unless I speak to her first.

Zoe has a bewildered look on her face. I think she expected other punishment.
I grab a cup of coffee and the morning paper and curl up on the divan while Zoe clumsily looks around the apartment deciding what she should do.
She and I both realize she can not bolt out of the door again. There is no way she can get her dress over her binds. So she eventually begins to clean.
After I have finished my coffee and paper it is time to do my shopping.
I tell Zoe I will be back in a few hours and I expect the apartment to be clean when I return.

After three hours I return and place all of my packages on the table. I call Zoe over to me. I cuff her other wrist to the belt and order her to sit down on one of the stools next to the kitchen counter. With both hands cuffed she is having a difficult time but she finally manages to pull herself onto the stool.
It is lunchtime, I pull my purchases out of one of the bags. I have purchased wine and meats and cheese and small breads for our lunch. She smiles and I tell her it is okay to speak now.
As I turn to the cupboard to get plates I notice the windows have been cleaned! Granted my apartment does not face the street but it does face the back of the building next door. Did she give some of my neighbors a peep-show?
I unwrap our goodies and open the wine. When I toss the trash into the can I noticed it has been emptied! The trash chute is down the hallway half the distance to the elevator. Did she walk naked and bound down the hallway to throw away the trash? Did anyone see her?

As I get over my ponderings I place two plates and two glasses before us. I pretend to be the perfect hostess and serve lunch to us both. She asks how is she going to eat with her wrists bound? With a soft look in my eyes (I have to stop having gentle emotions for Zoe, she is my slave not my lover) I place meat and cheese on a small slice of bread and feed it to her. She has no hesitation accepting the food. In between bites we talk of things. She starts to explain about her boyfriend but I stop her. He is a fool and I want to hear anything of him, so we talk about other trivial things.

After several of the small sandwiches I ask if she is thirsty “yes” she replies. I attempt to give her a drink of her wine but it is difficult to do and some wine dribbles down her chin and breast. I grab a linen and dab up the wine. This is too pleasant!
We continue to eat and chat and continue to spill wine down her front.
Enough I decide as the wine spills down her front again. I bend over and with my tongue I catch the spilt wine. Slowly I trace the path of wine up her breast and follow her chin until my tongue is finally at her lips. She opens her mouth and gently lets my tongue slide into her mouth. This happens two more times until I decide I am tired of this game.

The next time she spills the wine I follow it down to her navel where I tickle her with my tongue. This time instead of following the path of wine up to her mouth I slide my tongue downwards. I have been noticing her bald mound all morning and now it is time to go explore it.
I pull her hips forward on the stool which causes her to panic. Her hands are bound and she is sitting on a small stool. She is afraid of falling to the ground. But she does manage to regain her balance. I spread her legs apart and slide my face down to her wet lips. Her pussy tastes as delicious as her mouth. I dive my tongue deeply into her. Then I find her clit and begin to suckle and bite it. This seems to be too much for her as she begins to moan and scream. I HAVE to stop this! She is my slave and not my lover!

I help her off the stool and lead her to my bedroom. I need to remind her and myself that she is a slave. I have something planned that will clear up any misconceptions about our relationship.

lucy

10-31-2008, 05:29 PM

Ummm, I'm a surprised, to say the least. When she tells me to strip I expect her to be all over me, with that dildo-thingy or whatever. But no, she has me put on those awful pink hose. Yuck. At least we're indoors and nobody sees me.
And then she tells me to clean her apartment, with one hand locked to that belt. Great, did I mention that I have my own apartment to take care of? That woman is weird. First it's all sex and now she says I'm her servant. But there's not much to do about it, running away in pink stockings and a hand tied to a belt id out of the question. And I don't wanna run away, I want to stay here, with here. Even if I am not really sure why I'm here.
Well, I guess I'm here because I want to be here, because I'm intrigued by her and because I think Nicole was right: I do crave to be controlled, to be told what to do.
She sits down, sips a coffee and reads the paper. I'm aware that she's looking at me from time to time. I start cleaning the kitchen. Having only one hand free isn't much of a help to do householding chores. Everytime i want to do something with my left hand I'm reminded of my situation. At although I'm a bit humiliated, to clean her apartment in ridiculous stockings, heels and one hand restrained, it also feels good. Kinda secure.
Then she leaves. After having cleaned most of the apartment I clean the windows. A neighbour spots me and keeps looking this way, but he's quite far away and I'm not too worried about him staring at my tits. I'm gradually getting aware of the fact that cleaning Charons apartment actually is quite a satisfying task. I want her to be content with me, it's getting more and more important that she's pleased with my efforts.
Finally I carry the trash bag to the chute. I check the hallway, hurry to the chute and just when I return to the door another door is opened. Dunno if somebody saw me. However, I feel myself blush at the thought that somebody did.
Then she returns, and the first thing she does is to tie my right hand to the belt too. Perked on that high stool she feeds me, which is a bit humiliating, but very sexy at the same time. Then I spill some whine and before I know what happened, she is between my legs, eating my pussy. It feels so good, I'm screaming from pleasure in no time. But then she suddenly stops, as if she has gone too far, and leads me to the bedroom.
I'm extremely aroused and dripping wet, but also a bit afraid of what's to come.
I hesitate at the door, and when she turns around, I beg her: "Please, Mistress Charon, be gentle with me. Please?" Then I let myself fall to my knees, head bowed. "I'll do anything for you, but please don't hurt me too much."

MissConfused

11-01-2008, 09:53 AM

Don’t hurt her too much? That is an interesting request.
It is time for another test. I need to know how much she will endure and how much she will trust me. In the future her training will be less painful and more enjoyable but I need to know now if she will stay.

I command her to her feet and lead her to my bed. I order her to face the bed while I cuff her ankles and knees together. I also place the collar and leash around her neck and secure the leash to the back of the belt. She is well secured. Excitedly I remove my clothes in anticipation of what I am about to do to Zoe.

I offer her one last chance to escape. I grab my paddle and rub it gently against her bottom. “Do you want to stop or continue” I ask her. She says to continue. I don’t warn her how much this will hurt!

The first swat whistles through the air and strikes her perfect bottom with a hard slap. I don’t tell her but I will let the spanking stop any time she asks. She lets out a scream and dances in pain as if trying to reposition herself but I grab her by the belt and hold her in place. The second slap is much harder than the first and she screams harder. The third and fourth slap are equally hard. She screams in pain but never asks me to stop. She does beg me to spank her easier and with that request I bring the paddle even faster against her bottom. By the time we reach the eleventh swat she starts to cry. She cries harder on the twelfth swat and starts to shake in pain. The thirteenth swat is the hardest of all. She is crying uncontrollably now and is shaking in pain. I let up the intensity on the fourteenth slap but she is in such pain any slap screams through her body. I am done with the paddle.
I turn her around and push Zoe onto the bed. She lands flat on her back crying and sobbing hard.

I climb onto her face shoving my pussy hard against her mouth. I know she will have trouble breathing in between her crying and sobbing. She tries to kick loose with her hands and feet but she is trapped. She struggles hard as I smother her more and more.
I have no doubt that terror is control of her. After what seems to be forever she stops struggling. Her body spasms for air. I slowly let up on her face. For a moment I am afraid she has passed out.
I climb off of her and grab the belt to pull all of her body onto the bed. I role her onto her belly and with another strap I secure her ankles to the waist belt. She is trapped in a hogtied position and is crying hard.
I leave the room.

Almost an hour later I return to release all of her bonds. God I think I spanked her too hard as bruises are already appearing on her bottom. She just lays on the bed quietly.
I tell her to go draw me a hot bubble bath and instruct her to kneel before it so that she may bathe me.
I go to the living room to wait and see if I will hear water running or the slamming of the front door. I hear nothing for a long time. Finally I hear water running.

She comes to the front room to tell me my bath is ready.
I wonder if she will kneel before the bath as I instructed or possibly climb into the bath with me. At this point I am not sure which I want.

lucy

11-01-2008, 04:35 PM

Once my ankles and my knees are tied i know that it will hurt. I dunno how i know, i just sense that she will hurt me. I have no idea why she wants to do that. But by now i'm determined to show her and myself that i want to be here. When i feel the paddle on my butt i wanna look, but she tells me to look straight ahead. Then she asks me if she should stop or continue.
Oh my! Is this some kinda test? What if i say „stop“? Will she throw me out? Would that be the end of it all? But i don't want it to end, i want this to be a beginning. Or is it a test about how much i can stand, how determined i am? My answer is barely audible.
I try to brace myself, but there is nothing that prepares me for what's to follow. The pain is excrutiating. I beg her to go easy, but my begging seems to enfuriate her even more. My howls and screams must be audible in the whole building, my butt is on fire and tears run down my cheaks.
„Please, Mistress, it hurts too much, don't hit me that hard, please“ i'm begging her. But to no avail. I'm all pain, nothing else is left. I'm sobbing now. I only realize the slapping has stopped when she pushes me onto the bed, on my back. I try to resist when she sits on my face, burying it in her pussy, grinding her crotch over me. I try to lick, but then i can't breath and i buckle under her. After what seems to be an eternity she gets off of me. I'm dazed, completely dazed, and still sobbing. Then she ties my wrists to my ankles and leaves the bedroom.
I'm drifting through waves of pain and nausea, crying all the time, but after some time i relax and i realize that i am not crying because i feel used or even abused. I cry only because of the pain, it's a good crying, a cleaning one. And it also feels good to be restrained, to know that here is where i will stay until Charon comes and unties me. I'm also exhausted, like after a long hike. I'm about to doze off when Charon returns, and i'm close to beg her to leave me tied up another hour.
She unties me and instructs me to prepare a bath. I keep lying on the bed for some time. I could go now. After all, i begged her not to hurt me, and she did. But i want to know why she did, and i want to know if she will reward me. And then, last but certainly not least, i also want her to eat my pussy again, i can't remember having experienced anything as nice as when she went down on me.
I tiptoe to the bath. While the water is running, i search for some lotion and tenderly cream my buttocks. Every touch hurts like hell, but the soothing and cooling effect heightens my spirit soon enough. However, i don't dare take a look at my asscheeks in the mirror.
Then the bath is ready and i head to the living room to call Charon. When she enters the bathroom, i'm kneeling in front of it, my head bowed, my hands on my knees. „Good girl“ is all she says when she steps in the tub.

And damn if i know why, but it sure feels good to hear her say that.

MissConfused

11-01-2008, 05:04 PM

DAMN! I hoped she would climb into the tub with me but she didn’t.
She was very obedient and washed each part of me, even paying special attention to some parts but still she did not get into the tub with me!

When I finally feel well cleaned I step out of the tub. I instruct her to dry me off.
As she does I notice the bruises on her bottom. Perhaps I did strike her too hard. I am tempted to kiss the bruises and tell her I am sorry but after bringing her this far I do not want to weaken her training.

I tell her to get dressed and wait for me in the front room while I get dressed. She is standing waiting for me. It almost appears that she is standing at attention as a soldier would, good! I tell her training is done for the day and order her to leave.
But I want to test her one more time.
I tell Zoe I will have time to continue her training tomorrow, Sunday morning if she wishes. Fear shoots across her face. I think she is still in pain from today’s training.
I instruct her to be here promptly at ten a.m. if she wishes to continue her training. I make it quite clear that if she is not here Sunday morning I expect to see her the following Saturday morning promptly at ten.
I am too busy to train a slave during the week.
I will see if Zoe ever returns again.
Inside of me I hope she will return on Sunday.

lucy

11-02-2008, 06:55 AM

While washing her i hope she asks me to join her in the bathtub, but she never tells me to and i don't dare to ask her.
Then she orders me to dress and i think we're going out, maybe hit the bars, have dinner or whatever. But no, i'm dismissed. "Come back tomorrow at ten to continue your training. If not, i want to see you 10 am sharp next Saturday."
Training? What the heck? She has completely lost me, i don't get what that's all about. And why no sex? Why not keep me here for the night? It's only six pm, would be perfect to go out or spend a long evening together at her place. But then i get aware of my sore butt and am glad she will not be pounding into it, fucking me with the strap-on as she did the other night.
In the elevator i switch on my phone and am greeted by four text messages from Nicole. I call her and tell her about my day.
"Oh my, do you want me to come over and help with your bottom?"
I tell her that i'm fine, that i'd like to just talk to her. So we keep talking until i get to the subway station, but i call her again as soon as i've got a signal again.
"You know, sweety, i think that you're a submissive?"
"Huh? What's that?"
"Someone who submits to another person, gives up control and power. I'm sure you'll find tons of sites on the net."
And how the heck does she know about that stuff? "Because I like kinky sex myself. And I've said so, but you've never showed interest in it so I let it be. I take it you will go to her tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, i think i will." Which is the understatement of the year. I have to, i have already completely fallen for her.
Back home i have to take a cold shower, because when i turn on the hot water the pain in my butt is unbearable. Then prepare a light dinner and start my laptop, lying on my belly on the bed. Sure enough, there's a zillion sites about submission, domincance, BDSM and a lot of other things i never heard of and never cared about. It's even on Wikipedia. I read a couple of posts on a forum but what i read there is just more confusing. What i want to know is why do i go back to someone who is hurting me, using me as her fucktoy. Alas, they all just write about how great it is to be spanked, whipped, used and fucked in every conceivable way. I don't think it's great to have a hurting butt like mine. However, i do know that i liked to obey her, to follow her commands and do as she wants me to do. And i also liked to be tied up, it made me feel kinda secure. But the pain, that's just, well..., painful.

The night is endless, first my mind doesn't let me find sleep, when i finally drift off to sleep i wake from the pain every time i turn on my back. Still, when i finally awake it's almost nine, and i know i'll be late.

It's ten past the time i was supposed to arrive when i stand in front of Charons door again. I think of turning back and going home. I'm afraid she'll be angry with me, hurting me even more than last time.

I get on my knees and press the doorbell. She doesn't answer the door, and i'm beginning to think that she left or is neglecting me. I'm determined to wait, and after two or three more minutes i ring the bell again.
She opens the door a crack. "You're late." Her voice is a snarl. "I am sorry, Mistress. I forgot to set the alarm clock. I am very sorry."
"You know that you'll be punished for being late, slave?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Anything you deem fitting. But may i beg you to not hurt my butt anymore? It still hurts so much."
"We'll see about that. Now come in and get naked."

MissConfused

11-02-2008, 08:58 AM

I am angry. I had a pleasant day of mild training planned for Zoe but she was late.
I know I can’t hurt her more this weekend or I’ll never see her again. DAMN!
I put the waist belt on her again and lock her wrists behind her this time. I think she enjoys the belt as she seems to be eager to put it on.

I lead her to the window and have her face out so that anyone can see her. I place ankle cuffs on her. I don’t want her to have any thoughts of moving. I wish the window sill was lower. It only goes to the top of her mound. Oh well anyone that spots her will still have a nice show.

I tell her she will stand there for a long time because of her disobedience. I had planned to place a crotch rope on her and go out to brunch. So much for my plans. I am mad at her but I know I just can not hurt her any more this weekend.

Zoe is instructed to tell me if anyone sees her. I hope she draws several admirers.
I ask her questions about herself. I had hoped to learn about her over brunch but I guess we will have have to chat while she stands at the window.
I know her boyfriend cheated on her and that is all I want to know about him.
I ask her what she does for a living.
Does she live alone or does she have a roommate?
Why did she come home with me that first evening?
Is she bisexual?
Does she enjoy eating my pussy?
Does she believe I still view her as a sextoy?
What are her limits?
I see her bottom is severely bruised. Did she enjoy that? Would she want me to do that to her again someday?
Has she been to breakfast?

Does she have any questions for me? I think to myself that if she asks the correct questions I will reward her with a day out and another session with the strapon.

lucy

11-02-2008, 12:57 PM

Should i tell her that i'm quite used to being stared at? That it doesn't bother me too much, to stand at the window naked? Well, that's not entirely true. It would bother me but for the fact that she's sitting on the sofa, watching me. And of course i'm just glad she's not inflicting any pain on me. I can stand the embarassment and humiliation much easier. In fact, those feelings are not unpleasant altogether, at least i feel myself getting aroused, to my surprise, i might add.
Then she starts to fire questions at me, which i answer dutifully.
I work in public relations, but do some freelancing journalism on the side and hope to get a job as a journalist sooner or later, yes, i live alone and no i don't have a roommate.
Then i inform her of a guy in the next building staring at me. He's gesticulating, but i don't get what it's all about. Then he's joined by two other guys. One disappears and when he comes back he carries a pair of binoculars. Great. I hear her chuckle.
The next question i honestly can't answer, i still don't know what made me go home with her the first evening. Maybe it was that she never even asked, just assumed i'll do what she wants me to do. Maybe it was because my unconsciousness decided for me, or even my pussy.
„Are you bi?“ is her next question. „No, i think i'm a hetero. Or at least i thought i am. I never had fantasies about being with a girl. But it was never out of the question either. I just never got to think about it, or never had the chance to try it out, i guess.“ Again, it sounds kinda lame, but i really never thought about being with another woman. I reckon i have to do a lot of thinking in the next time.
„Yes, Mistress, i like to eat your pussy. I would also like to be given the chance to lick you properly, without you sitting on my face.“
„Why?“ I feel her staring at me. „Because i want to please you myself. And i want to explore your pussy, learn how to pleasure you, satisfy you.“
„Uh huh, I see. Do you think I still regard you as my fucktoy?“
„I don't know, Charon. Honestly i don't know. But i think there's something else too, otherwise you'd have used me yesterday evening.“
The next question i cannot answer. What are my limits? About what? I don't have an idea what people do to each other in consensual BDSM relationships. So i just can't have limits, at least not yet.
No, i didn't enjoy the spanking. Not at all. What made me endure it and bear the pain was to show her how much i wanted to be with her, to be controlled by her. And no, i would prefer never to be spanked as hard again.
The last question is much easier, no, i haven't had breakfast yet, but before i can answer i tell her that there is an older guy staring at me too now.
„Do you have something you want to know from me?“
I think for a long time. There are a million questions, actually. But only two matter at the moment.
„I only have two questions. How should i adress you?“
„What do you think would be appropriate, Zoe?“
„Umm, Mistress, i think?“
„Yes, that's perfect. Why do you think you should adress me as Mistress?
"Because... i.. umm, because i'm your slave?"
"Exactly. You're my slave and therefore you adress me as Mistress. And the other question?“
„Why me?“

MissConfused

11-03-2008, 09:03 AM

“Why me?” that question has a lot of answers. I was celebrating the evening we met and I felt I deserved a prize. I think the main reason was the emotions in her eyes. I could see she was extremely annoyed at all the men flocking around her.
Then I saw sadness and pain. It was clear the sadness and pain ran deep into her soul. When I approached and sat next to her I saw inquisitiveness in her eyes. She seemed curious as to what I was doing. She didn’t tell me to go away so I was certain she would be mine.
To answer her question “why me?” I told her it was all in her eyes.

“So there are three men watching you” I ask. “Are any of them masturbating?” No she tells me. I think it is time we change that. I walk up behind her and place my arms around her waist and under her arms. I start to slide my arms up and down her firm torso. “Are they still watching I ask?” “OH yes!” she tell me. Then with my right arm I start to caress her breasts. God is Zoe always so horny? Her nipples are as hard as any I have ever felt. I play more with her breasts and pinch her nipples just hard enough, not hard enough to hurt her but hard enough to ensure they remain rigid.

I then stroke my hand all around her torso until finally it is between her legs. “Are they still watching?” I ask. “Yes and one has started to rub his pants!” I slide one finger into her lips until I find her clit. I message it ever so gently as she begins to squirm.
After a minute I pull the finger out and place it in front of her mouth. “Suck it clean” I order and she does.

“Are the men still watching?” “Yes, except the one who was rubbing his pants has left.” I whisper in her ear “we have one of them masturbating.” While I am next to her I slide my mouth down to her shoulders and begin to lightly bite her.
Zoe is close to cumming but this is not her reward so I stop and step away. Zoe informs me all three of them have disappeared!
I commend her on her performance. “OH GOD!” I ask what. “I didn’t see her before but there is a plump naked woman looking at me with her hand between her legs!” “Congratulations I tell her you have caused both sexes to masturbate.

But I am hungry and this game has given me enough pleasure. It is time to go to brunch.
I undo her shackles and tell her to get dressed with one exception. She is to wear the hot-pink thigh-highs she wore yesterday while cleaning my apartment. I want anyone who stares at her to notice her garish ankles.

When we finally arrive at brunch order two glasses of champagne to go with our meal. It is a glorious feast, more so than usual I think because of my company. I gouge myself beyond being full but I notice Zoe eats lightly although she does feast on all of the best offerings.
After several glasses of champagne I am feeling aroused and decide she has earned a reward. I ask her if she wishes to return to my apartment and be reintroduced to the strapon and a few other toys I have or does she wish to return to her home?
I pay our bill and wait for her response.

lucy

11-03-2008, 04:47 PM

She stands behind me now, playing with my tits. I feel the nipples stiffen, they're eager for her touch. She's caressing my body and i'm getting aroused. I don't care at all about those guys watching me. Not long ago i would have been ashamed, embarassed and humiliated, now the fact that a couple of guys are wanking because of me almost doesn't register with me. All i want is being touched by her. And my wish is fullfilled, her hand slides down, a finger slides between my lips and plays with my clit. She's kissing and biting my neck. Just when i think i'll come soon, she stops and orders me to dress.
"The pink thigh highs, Mistress?" Oh my. With the short black dress, the heels and the coat i look like a color-blind hooker. But i guess that's the purpose of those awful pink stockings, to make me stand out, to make me look cheap.
Breakfast is nice, but i'm not hungry, all i want is to go back and spend the day in her bed, if possible tied to it. So when Mistress asks whether i want to go home or get back to her place i don't have to think twice.
"I'd like to go to your place, Mistress, and please you the rest of the day."
We take a taxi again, money seems to be no problem at all and soon enough we're back at her place.
"Undress, but leave on the thigh highs and the heels."
"Yes Mistress."
Then she has me kneel in front of her and help her get out of her boots. "Get in the bedroom and present yourself."
I don't have the slightes idea what she means with presenting myself. So i pose with my legs spread, hands behind my head, chest thrust out.
It seems to be ok. She circles me, inspecting me, touching me here and there, probing my pussy, gently touching my butt which still hurts.
"Yummy. Get on the bed, on all fours and finger yourself."
I obey immediately, arching my back. "Beautiful. Are you horny?"
"Yes, Mistress, i am horny."
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, please fuck me."
"You really want it?"
"Yes, please, Mistress, i beg you to fuck me, to use my pussy."
"Hmm, you have to earn the privilege to be fucked by me. How do you want to earn being fucked?"
"Mistress, i would like to lick you, if you allow me."
She undresses and reclines on the bed, her head propped up on the pillows. I start to lick her, play with her clit, circling it. It's the first time i actually lick a pussy, the other times she just fucked my face. It's incredibly nice to feel her squirm and hear her moan. I begin to fingerfuck her dripping pussy. She gets more and more agitated and finally grabs my hair, pulling me onto her thrusting pussy when she comes.
After a while she let's go of my head, her body going slack. "That was quite ok. With some proper training you'll be a very good cuntlicker."
"Go get me the strapon, it's in the closet". I get up and get out the strapon. There are various other things on the same shelf, among them a riding crop, cuffs, collars, dildoes and the paddle she used on me yesterday. I shudder at the sight and hurry back to the bed.
When she's ready she asks me what position i would like. I'd like to do it doggy style but am afraid of her slamming into my sore butt. "Mistress, may i ask you something?"
"Yes, Zoe."
"Please, i would like you to tie me to the bed to fuck me." I see a surprised look on her face. "That's a brilliant idea." I fetch her various lengths of rope and she ties my wrists to the headboard. I think she will tie me spreadeagled, but she attaches a rope to each ankle and ties them to the headboard too, far apart from each other. My pussy is wide open, the lips parted. I can't remember having ever felt so vulnerable and helpless. Mistress kneels in front of me, the strapon resting on my exposed pussy. Then she gets off the bed again and gets a black silk scarf which she uses to blindfold me.
"Now, what a beautiful sight. A completely helpless and naked slavegirl, waiting to be fucked. She plays with my clit, fingerfucking my pussy. Suddenly she pinches my clit and a yelp of pain escapes my lips. Then she mounts me and starts slowly to fuck my pussy. She brings her fingers to my mouth and i eagerly lick my juices. Then she starts to kiss me hard, her tongue explores the depths of my mouths as the strapon does with my pussy. My buttcheeks hurt with every thrust, but the pain mixes with the pleasure and i'm getting higher and higher every minute, just as my Mistress is fucking me deeper and harder.
"Do you want to cum, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress, please let me cum!"
"Do you think you deserve to cum?"
"Yes, please Mistress, i beg you."
She orders me to hold back my orgasm, and i try to think of something else, but to no avail.
"Please, please, let me cum."
"Ok, slave, cum for me."
I explode in an orgasm, jerking on the ropes, howling and moaning, and finally it's over and i'm just exhausted and fulfilled and happy. She's still inside me, fucking me gently. I want to hold her, hug her, bury my face in her neck, but the restraints forbid that.
Finally she withdraws and presents the dildo to lick it clean of my juices.
"Thank you Mistress, that was wonderful."
"That was but a start, Zoe. We'll have much more fun, you don't even begin to understand where this journey is leading you."
Right now i don't care at all, i just savour the moment, my helplessness, my openness to her. But way back in my head there is a tiny dot of anxiouxness that maybe she will send me back home for the night. I would love to stay and sleep at her feet.

MissConfused

11-04-2008, 05:30 PM

For someone who says she has never had sex with another woman before she is VERY talented.

After she explodes in an orgasm I am left wanting. How much can I trust this slave? Has she learned her proper place in our relationship? Will she still continue to obey me no matter what might happen?

I lean forward and thrust my tongue into her gaping hole. It doesn’t take much effort until Zoe cums again.

I am excited and scared at the same time over what I am about to command her to do. I untie her and we embrace as lovers. I on top of her and she beneath me. We kiss hard and long for some time. I decide now is the time to take a giant chance. I hope it is the correct thing to do, I will know shortly if it is the wrong thing. I breath deeply and utter my next command. Will it be my last command?

I instruct her that she is to bind ME exactly as I had bound her and then she is to fuck me hard with the strapon and finish by having me lick clean the dildo as she has done. I instruct Zoe to apply a blindfold and to apply my bite gag. I do not want her to hear me yell.

God I know this is a mistake! What have I done! I’ve never placed myself at the mercy of a slave before. WHAT HAVE I DONE???

Zoe dutifully binds my arm and legs to the headboard. I am exposed as I have not been in a long time. Then she places the blindfold and gag on me. I know I have no escape. THIS IS IT!!!!!!

GOD! I scream into the gag! How many times will I cum before she stops? I briefly pass out due to the pleasure and pressure Zoe is forcing upon me. Finally she stops and removes the gag. The blindfold remains in place. I feel her shoving the dildo into my mouth. I best open my mouth wide or else I will choke.
Then she goes down on me, the same as I did to her while she was bound.

After cumming I don’t know how many times Zoe releases me from my binds. I still wonder if I have made a mistake. If it was a mistake it was one I will enjoy forever.

Once I am free I notice she is still a submissive. She asks repeatedly if she pleased me or if she failed me. I pet her and let her know she has pleased me beyond my expectations. We cuddle as one and fall into a deep sleep.

lucy

11-05-2008, 06:15 AM

Umm, once again i’m a bit at a loss. Why does Charon want me to tie her up? And fuck her with the strapon? I’m tempted to ask, maybe she’ll change her mind and who knows when i have the next chance to fuck my Mistress, hihihi.
When she’s properly tied, blindfolded and gagged i take my time just looking at her, the white flesh of her thighs, the red and pink of her parted lips, glistening with juice. Then i put on the dildo and walk up and down a couple of times, to experience the sensation of having a penis. Well, i don’t think it’s the same thing as a real penis, but still about as close as i will ever get. My eyes fall on the closet and i think of the paddle. Hmmm. But spanking her bottom is out of the question, she hasn’t told me to and i wouldn’t like hurting her anyway.
Then i kneel before her, gently caressing her pussy and her clit, kissing her thighs. I’ll have her scream into her gag, i want her to cum and cum and cum again. Once i notice that she’s gone all slack and limp and want to remove her gag, but she regains consciousness and when i ask her if everything is alright she nods her head.
The fucking part is not very exiting, i find it to be rather mechanical. The power that i feel penetrating and owning her pussy is quite nice, though. But i still prefer to lick her or please her with my fingers, and do so for a long time. It’s much more intimate than using the strapon. When i finally think it is enough now and i withdraw and kneel before her again i am a little bit tempted to ram the strapon into her back door and get a sweet revenge for her abusing my butt.
But no, i don’t want to hurt her, or upset her. So i remove the gag, let her lick the dildo and untie her. She seems to be pleased with me. We hold and hug each other and drift into sleep.

When i awake, it’s 7 pm. So we spent all afternoon in bed. Charon is still asleep. I get up and realize that i’m hungry, and i guess so is Mistress when she finally awakes. I check the fridge and the cupboards, but she obviously isn’t cooking a lot. I find some spaghetti and canned tomatoes, enough for a dinner.
When i’m almost done she’s standing in the kitchen door in a dressing gown, smiling dreamily at me. Only then am i aware that i’m wearing nothing but the awful pink thigh highs. I’ve been lost in thought and memories of a wonderful Sunday afternoon and completely forgot to dress.
„I thought you’ll be hungry, Mistress.“
„Yes, I am, but we could have ordered something.“
„But i like to cook, especially for you. Please sit down, it’s ready in a minute.“
When all is fixed and she is seated i serve her a plate of spaghetti and a glass of wine. On the way back to the kitchen to get my own plate i remember something i read on one of those BDSM-forums, about a girl who kneels beside her Master while he eats. Would Charon like that? Is that extreme? Or just appropriate?
I have no idea, but i know that i would like to do it, so i return and kneel beside her.
„Enjoy your meal, Mistress.“
She pats my head, grabs my hair and gently kisses me on the mouth.
„That’s so sweet, Zoe. But get up now and go get your plate, you must be starving too. There will be many more times when you will have to kneel before me.“
After dinner we watch a movie in the tv. She sits on the sofa, her feet propped up on a footstool. I lie curled up beside her, my head in her lap.
I think i have never felt so good in my life, so cared for, so relaxed and secure. My heart races, my pussy is burning and my mind is completely dazed. I realize that i love her.
"I love you, Charon."

MissConfused

11-05-2008, 10:31 AM

“I love you…” Scary words to hear from a slave

When I walked into the kitchen I went to Zoe and kissed and hugged has as a lover would. I nibble on her neck and tell her someday I will let her fuck me again, she was so fantastic at it.

Over dinner we talk. I had told her to call for dinner but she said she prefers to cook. I know she is proud of the meal she prepared but it tastes bland. I wish she had ordered out as I requested. I was so looking forward to sushi.
I guess we’ll have to go to the store together to purchase groceries. Perhaps with better ingredients her cooking will improve immensely.
“Do I have any pots and cooking thingies” I ask her. “No” she says so I tell her we must shop for those also. I am not a domestic sort. I have never cooked and cleaned for any man and I plan on never doing so.

I explain to her that I am a director for a brokerage firm. My job requires me to travel extensively investigating and auditing firms we are thinking about investing in. I travel anywhere from three days at a time to three weeks at a time.
I notice the thought of my being gone for three weeks seems to pain her.

While we are on the divan watching TV I tell her I will be out of town Tuesday through Friday but I will be home in time for our weekend together. We both seem to fall asleep for a little while. It has been an exhausting day.
Tired of TV and just plain tired I tell Zoe it is time to go. “Is that a tear I see falling down her cheek?”
Did she think she would spend the night here? Yes it is a tear. I am feeling warm and do not wish to see her cry. I ask her if she would like to spend the night with the clear understanding that she must leave first thing in the morning. No coffee, no breakfast and no fucking! She must leave immediately after the alarm goes off! I have a very busy Monday ahead and I have already ignored the work I brought home this weekend. All my time was spent playing with Zoe and not doing the work I needed to finish.

When morning arrives I kiss Zoe good-bye. I also tell her that my apartment will need cleaning again next Saturday morning. Cleaning from what I wonder since I will be gone all week. If she wishes to serve me I expect to see her here Saturday morning at ten. I also remind her that we may need to go shopping together.

After she leaves I think what would Jon think? I will be in Des Moines Iowa!!! for four days. I hate travelling to Iowa. I only need to be there for Tuesday and Wednesday. Jon is going to meet me Thursday. I plan on fucking him weak. Thinking about all the things Zoe and I did this weekend has me so excited I need to masturbate before work.
Look out Jon I am going to wear out your cock until it is only a little stub!

Does Zoe realize I have a boyfriend…

lucy

11-05-2008, 03:56 PM

So i am dismissed. Or rather: Thrown out at seven in the morning, with a quick peck on the cheek. "Come back Saturday, my apartment needs to be cleaned."
Yeah, sure thing, that apartment will be one hell of a mess with nobody being here the whole week... Besides, there are cleaning ladies which would be eager to do the job.
I'm upset and confused, Charon was so caring and nice yesterday and now she's back to treating me like a cheap fuckbuddy again. "Come and do this and that and then, maybe, if i feel like you deserve it, you may eat my pussy." And i would, oh yes, i would be between her legs in a flash and do as she tells me.
The whole week i play with the idea of not going Saturday, wait till she comes to me. But she can't, as far as i know she just knows my name is Zoe and that's it. So she couldn't even contact me if she wanted to. But i'm not sure whether she would do that.
I could call her, i've got her full name, adress, phone number, everything. I didn't sneak around when i cleaned her apartment, it was all written on the bill from her phone company which was lying on the kitchen counter. All i had to do was safe it on my own cellphone.
I think about calling her on Wednesday, but decide against it. Instead i meet Nicole and of course she wants to know everything.
"You see, she treats me like a fuckbuddy, but that's not what i'm looking for. I want someone who loves me the way i love her. All that serving and obeying stuff and the kinky sex is nice, great, even, but not what i'm looking for."
"Maybe that's the way to her heart, to be such a good slave that she realizes you're the one" Nicole says.
"You sound as if she hired you to make me submit to her" i laugh.
She giggles "yeah, i get to fuck her for a weekend if i make sure you don't run! You should go Saturday, maybe call her on the phone and let her know you'll be there. And why not just enjoy the sex, leave out the feelings?"
"You know i can't do that, besides it's too late now to leave out the feelings anyway."
"Yeah, I guess it is." And then she says in all sobriety "you know, I would really like to watch you two go at each other" and leaves me utterly speechless.

In the end i don't call Charon. I just do my job during the day, go home, eat, go to bed and rub my pussy raw, thinking of her.
Saturday morning i get up early, take a bath, shave my pussy and dress to kill. Yeah, dressed to kill, as if i'm fooling someone here. If anyone gets "killed" it will very likely be me.

Once again i'm exactly on time, and this time she opens the door at the first ring.

MissConfused

11-05-2008, 06:17 PM

YES! She is on time. I was not sure she would return.
I am giddy from my two days with Jon. I let him sodomize me several times, a mistake, but the discomfort is wonderful!

I am so happy to see Zoe, I feared she would not return. She starts to strip in anticipation of my placing the belt on her. “STOP!” I tell her. We are going shop-PING!
Once in the cab I explain to her that I pay $2700 a month rent on my apartment. I earn a large salary, it is not her business how much, but I earn a large salary and I love to spend it extravagantly. She seemed so concerned about my spending in the past that I want to make her understand my wild shopping sprees.

We head for the Pottery Barn. I guess that is where we would find kitchen thingies and she seems so knowledgeable in such things, she is so domestic I would love to make her my wife, silly.

We spend over an hour there finding things for the kitchen. She says there are still some things she is missing so we must go to Macy’s… groan. I hate shopping for domestic items.
Finally we return home and deposit all of our treasures. I tell her I am famished to which she responds it will take some time to be ready to prepare a lunch.
Forget It! I tell her. There is a deli on the corner that will provide us with everything we need for lunch and I drag her reluctantly from my apartment.

FINALLY I am satisfied, no longer hungry. I debate fucking my slave as an after lunch treat but decide otherwise. She is so excited about her new toys that I decide to let her play with them.

“You will need to serve me” I inform her. I let her play with her toys until five.” Enough” I tell her. I have fetched restraints from my room. I order her to strip and I bind her knees and ankles together. Then I place her on her knees and hands and place a collar around her. I cuff her wrists together and secure the leash from the collar to her wrists.
“Be quiet and still” I tell her. I have had enough of her playing in the kitchen.
I recline into my favorite chair and enjoy a glass of wine while I read my book. I will think about releasing her in an hour or so. I just want my peace and quiet now.

I am curious; what can she prepare for dinner?
What shall I do with her tonight? I am in the mood for going bar-hopping. Should I take her with me or send her home?

Enough questions I delve into my book while Zoe remains in a pony position before me.

lucy

11-06-2008, 02:47 AM

Boring. Boring. Boring. Shopping pans and pots and stuff might be interesting, but i'd know much better things to do with Charon than shopping. If it were shopping something more interesting, like maybe lingerie, or sexy dresses.
But she seems to be not interested in exchanging bodily fluids today. So i keep myself busy in the kitchen until she tells me to strip.
She binds me and has me on all fours while she reads a book. Again, i had hoped for more. I don't know if that's what i want. It is nice to be here, naked and bound, but i miss touching her body, smelling her skin, tasting her mouth.
She reads a book without taking notice of me.
"Let's go bar-hopping." She gets up and releases me from my restraints.
Bar-hopping? How about some rough wild fucking until the break of dawn? I guess my disappointment is clearly showing on my face.
"If you don't like it you can go home, slave. Take it or leave it, it's your choice."
I don't answer her right away. But i know this time i won't let my pussy make the decision. I might be a slave, or a sub, or whatever, but i also have a mind of my own, i have needs and desires too, and if she really wants me she will have to show more interest in me than she did so far. I put on my clothes and jot down my cellphone number.
While i write the note i finally answer, struggling to keep the tears back. "I don't like bar-hopping. I would like to spend the night with you, very much so, serving you, pleasing you, but not in a loud bar, being leered at by guys i don't have anything in common with. Here's my number. Good night Charon, enjoy yourself."

She seems to be completely taken aback as i kiss her on the cheek and walk out the door. Finally tears well up in my eyes, but i'm determined not to turn back. This time she doesn't follow me. In the elevator i start to cry. And all the time i stare at my cellphone, wishing it would ring.

MissConfused

11-06-2008, 08:43 AM

“She Left?” That is curious!
Doesn’t she understand a slave is to serve her mistress and not the other way around.

Walking out is the same as quitting. I hope she hasn’t broken our relationship. The only way I would take her back now is if she crawled through my door begging me to take her back.
I am tempted to call her but I can’t that would confuse her role and mine.

“Well” I say to myself there are other slaves out there waiting for a mistress as I dress for an evening of prowling the bars for a new slave.

As I walk out the door I look at the slip of paper with her number and shed a tear. I loved my Zoe and I will miss her.

lucy

11-06-2008, 10:10 AM

When i get home she still hasn't called me. Almost two hours and many tears later i'm still lying on my bed, turning the terribly silent phone over in my hand. It dawns on me that she won't ever call me. She's the Mistress, i'm her slave, she's not coming to run after me. If i want to see her again, i'll probably have to crawl back to her. But i'm not ready to cave in yet. At ten p.m. i punch in the numbers of her phone but press 'cancel' before the first ring. Ten minutes later i find myself pressing my cellphone to my ear, praying that she will takethe call.
When she does i start babbling and apologizing until she cuts me off. Harshly she gives me the name of a bar and tells me if i'm not there in half an hour i'll better forget her.
I don't bother with fixing my makup, just jump into the heels, grab my coat and run out on the street to catch a cab.
Three minutes early i burst into the bar. She's sitting in the middle of the room, two guys are talking to her. I know it's a mistake what i'm about to do, but i don't care and walk up to her. Interrupting one of the guys i curtsy deep before here and with my head bowed i beg for her forgiveness. „Please, Mistress, i beg you to take me back. I'll be your slave and i'll do anything you ask of me. Please, give me another chance.“

MissConfused

11-06-2008, 03:40 PM

Damn! She showed up. I was hoping she would wait until Sunday but when I listened to her call it was clear she couldn’t.
The three of us, the two guys and myself, were just getting ready to head to one of their apartments. Being the only woman in a menage~a~trois is unbelievable. I was so excited at the thought of being fucked by two men are once that my juices were flowing.

The first thing she did was bow and start some sort of babbling. I didn’t mean to be nasty with her but my mind was still racing with thoughts of two men at once. I’ve done it a few times before. I finished so weak and sore that I could barely walk. Each time I had to shower before leaving because I was covered in cum. God how I was looking forward to that again.

I told her to stand beside me and not move. I turned to my two almost lovers and explained I was having trouble with my girlfriend. I asked them for their phone numbers and promised them I would call. Perhaps I would bring my girlfriend and we can have a foursome. This seemed to appease them, they both wrote their names and numbers on a napkin and handed it to me. One of them said he expected me to call him. I told him I definitely would and I thought about leaving Zoe standing there while I left with my two new friends.

Since they seemed to doubt my story and were both very horny I thought I would give them a parting gift. I stood up and turned Zoe to me and began kissing her furiously thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth and biting her lips.
That seemed to be all my new friends could take. I leaned over and whispered into their ears “it will be much better when we are alone.”

Now what to do with Zoe. She looked horrible. Did she jump out of bed and run over here?
We went to the ladies room where she grabbed me tightly and started to cry again.
We needed to improve her appearances for what punishment I had in mind. I did my best that I could with her. I brushed out her hair and applied lipstick and eye-liner to her. Those are the only cosmetics I carry with me so that was the best we could possibly do.

We left the bar and went to a nightclub that I enjoy. It is always loud and full of people. I propped myself upon a stool at the bar. I ordered Zoe to stand next to me and look at every man in the room.
Her punishment was about to begin. I commanded her to meet and flirt with four men. She was to allow whatever they wanted. BUT she must get their name and phone number.
She is so timid! As I watched from my barstool she wondered about the club like a scared puppy. It took her almost an hour to get the four names. She handed me the numbers. Then I commanded her to point out each man and tell me his name. She must have a photographic memory for she had no trouble finding each man and telling me his name.
“Follow me to the restroom” I ordered. It was semi-crowded there. I commanded her to remove all of her clothes including her shoes. I placed her panty and bra into my purse and draped the rest of her clothes over my arm.

Zoe was standing naked and barefoot in the middle of the restroom. She was drawing stares from the others.
I told her. “You have six minutes to go out to the club and find each man you met. You are then to kiss him deeply and passionately. If he grabs you, you are to ignore it. In six minutes I will leave the bar and catch a cab home. You must complete your command on time and then decide if you are going to follow my command and come home with me.”
This time I saw panic in her eyes. Was she wondering if she made a mistake coming back to me? I grabbed the handle of the door, looked at my watch and told her your time starts now!

I went to the front of the club and waited. I stood so that I could see clearly into the club to see if she was following my commands.
YES! She was. All of the men could not resist the urge to grab her breasts and bottom. “Good” I think this should prove to be very embarrassing to her.
She knew she had a tight time constraint so she rapidly danced through crowd looking for the next man. The bouncer noticed a commotion in the club and went to investigate. I knew if he caught her she would never complete her command.
It looked as if she were running through the club searching for all four men. I looked at my watch, it had been eight minutes, I must leave. I don’t know why but I stayed two more minutes. Ten minutes were all I was going to give her. I turned and started to leave when I heard her scream “Mistress.” She was running after me. I knew she didn’t meet her time limit but she wasn’t wearing a watch so she would never know and I would never tell her.

We step outside where I gave her, her coat to put on. I don’t say a word to her while I hailed a cab. Once inside she cuddles deeply into my neck. It is clear she has had a horrible experience but she did it to please me.

Once back in my apartment I tell her to remove her coat and cuddle with me on the divan. She turns on the light and I instruct her to leave them off. We are snuggled together as two lovers would.
I told her to keep the lights off because I did not want her to see the tears flowing down my face.
I gently stroke her hair and think “I almost lost you.” No matter what punishment I inflict on her in the future I know it will not hurt near as much as the pain I experienced when I thought she was gone.

lucy

11-07-2008, 05:52 AM

Once again i’m just surprised by her. I feared the worst back in that bar, like Charon ordering me to go with the two guys and give them a blowjob, or even offer them my body. But no, she took dismissed them and led me to this club. It’s loud, it’s crowded and if it weren’t for Charon i would never be here. But here i am, wondering what will follow. I don’t have to wonder for a long time, Charon instructs me to go and flirt with four guys and get their names and phone numbers.
Hmm, strange task. But also not such a big deal, not that i’m any good at flirting or hitting on guys, but it could definitely be worse. I don’t have a time frame so i take my time to pick four guys who look decent, aren’t drunk and look like they look after themselves. Once in a while i look at Charon, just to make sure she’s still there. She is, and usually i see her looking at me too, a bemused smile on her lips. I also see several guys staring at her, but she doesn’t seem to notice them. I think if i were a guy, i would be staring at her too. Oops, i’m a girl and i am doing much more than just stare at her...
I’ve no problem to talk the four guys out of their phone numbers, ending the conversation once we’re talking proves to be a bit difficult, though. Two of them seem to be genuinely nice blokes, the sort i could imagine to have a date with. The third is even more timid than me, he’s almost afraid of me. Ha! As if i’m a maneater. If he only knew that i’m just as uncomfortable here as he is. He tells me he’s here because a couple of friends dragged him out for the evening, saying he needs to meet people.
„And what are you doing here, Zoe?“ he asks. I’m tempted to reply with „I’m doing a task my Mistress has ordered me to do“ but i think it would be too much for him. All i say instead is „about the same as you, trying to figure out why i am here.“ I promise to call him (and feel a pang of remorse, because i very likely won’t) and look for the fourth guy to talk to.
This one proves to be an asshole of the grandest kind, full of himself. He more or less expects me to beg him to be allowed to go with him and let him fuck me. At least that’s the impression i get. He keeps touching me, his hand ‚accidentally’ brushes my breast and he has me back away from him until i’m against the wall, getting closer and closer. Finally i can shake him off and head back to Charon.

After pointing out the guys and telling her the names we head for the restroom. There are several girls in there, doing the usual stuff girls do in the restroom, some of them probably just powdered their noses. They take no notice of Charon and me. That is, not in the beginning. As soon as i start to strip, obeying Charons command, standing in the middle of the room, they sure start to take notice.
„Bra and panties too, and also the shoes.“ What? This is a public place, she can’t have me stark naked in here! They’ll throw me out, probably even call the cops. I look at her, but her eyes are cold and her expression is stern.
„Now!“
By now several girls are watching us, or rather they look stealthily at our reflection in the mirror. One of them turns around, crosses her arms and leans against the sink, watching me openly and with a huge grin as i unhook my bra and step out of my shoes and panties.
Charon just shakes her head when i try to cover my tits and my pussy, so i’m standing there, hands at my side, hands balled to fists, shaking all over from the shame and humiliation.
I’m so ashamed, my face is burning. But the worst is, i feel myself getting wet. I guess my pussy is already glistening, or will be in no time. That can’t be, i don’t like to stand in a restroom, completely naked, being stared at by strangers! Yet that’s exactly what happens; i’m getting aroused by the humiliation.
Then Mistress gives me instructions to go out and kiss all the four guys in six minutes and meet her at the entrance. I’m dumbfounded, i feel the my heart racing, the blood rushing to my head. Oh my, what have i gotten myself into? Is all that worth it? And where the hell is the nice, well mannered woman i was a mere two weeks ago? Is it possible to turn from a decent woman into a complete slut in a week? Into a slave who humiliates herself beyond anything she ever thought of just to appease her Mistress? Obviously it is, because the only thought that sticks to my mind is ,i must not fail, i must not disappoint Charon’.
I run through the crowd, finding the first of the guys, one of the decent ones. He’s completely taken aback when i appear in front of him and fling myself at him kissing him deeply and passionately.
I feel people touching me, but it doesn’t register with my awareness. Timig guy is next. He of course doesn’t even try to touch me, i think he’s as shocked and disturbed as i am. I give him an extra long kiss, playing my tongue over his lips. While i kiss him i feel someone’s hand on my buttock, kneading it. I guess that’s what comes with being a slut, that everyone touches your most intimate parts. Second last is the other of the decent guys. He reacts quickly, embracing me, one hand on my butt, kissing me back, but then releasing me to thank me.
That leaves Mr. Fullofhisself aka asshole. While i try to spot him i’m being groped by more guys. I try to locate Charon, but can’t see her. There is a commotion at the entrance, maybe a bouncer throwing someone out. Or coming for me? Doesn’t matter, i have no time to think. There! Asshole is staring at me. He probably knows what’s going to happen, having seen me kissing the other guys. Yeah, he’s coming towards me, a sleazy grin on his face.
He catches me with his left arm around my shoulders, pulling me close and pinning my arms between our bodies. He immediately thrusts his tongue in my mouth while he forces his free hand between my legs. He actually inserts a finger in my pussy! I just wanna die, i feel so dirty and humiliated. He breaks the kiss. „Like it, you dirty cunt? Huh?“ I want to scream ‚no, no i don’t like it, you bastard’ but he’s already kissing me again, fucking me with his finger. I try to wriggle free, but he just pulls me closer. I start to bite on his tongue. Finally, just when i taste his blood, he lets go of me. „Fucking whore! You’re a fucking cunt!“ he shouts after me when i run to the entrance, praying that i’m not late and that Charon is still waiting.
She's leaving! I scream "Mistress" at the top of my lungs, and luckily she leaves me. She looks to be both pleased and proud of me while she holds out my coat for me.

Back in her apartment we’re snuggled together. While Charon plays with my hair, all i can think of is that i’m glad i came back. I’m completely relaxed now, the happenings in the club are but a distant memory. I feel a warmth streaming through my body. And i know; here is exactly where i wanna be, here is where i belong.

There is no more doubt about that.

MissConfused

11-07-2008, 07:46 AM

I continue to stroke her hair while I wonder why she left. The nightclub incident was erotic. I am proud of myself for thinking of it but I think she needs more punishment and understanding of me.

I tell her to go fetch the strapon, wrist and ankle cuffs, straps, a blindfold, a gag and my paddle. Once she hears she is to fetch the paddle fear shows in her eyes. GOOD!
Zoe is told to wait on my bed for me.
I go to the bed and place the cuffs, blindfold and gag on her. I tell her the gag is necessary because I obviously don’t understand the things she says.

I command her to lay belly down on the bed with her arms towards the headboard. I strap both of her wrists to opposing corners on the headboard. She is trapped now. “Why don’t I understand what she is saying” probably has her curiosity up. I walk around to the side of the bed and gently rub her still bruised bottom. I think to myself that I must not spank her hard this time.

“You said you like to cook” I tell her. “I have no need for the items we purchased today.”
I gently slap her butt with the paddle. She jumps more than I expected, I think it is out of fear.” I will either give them to friends or shove them down the trash chute. I spent $2000 to buy you kitchen things I thought you would like.”
I deliver the second slap of the paddle to her. This time she doesn’t jump. I think she realizes that I am going to be gentle when I paddle her bottom.
“I went shopping with you to buy you gifts I thought you would enjoy.” I deliver the third strike of the paddle.
“I only bought those items as a gift to you.” I deliver the fourth slap to her bottom. I notice it is getting red. Perhaps I need to be even gentler on her bottom.
“And after I buy you all these gifts you leave me. That is why I’ve gagged you clearly I don’t understand what you want. Do you possibly not want to be my slave?”
I deliver the fifth and final slap of the paddle.

I let her savor the sting of the paddle while I put on my strapon. Climb to your knees” I order her. She is a pretty sight. Her butt in the air while her face is trapped against the sheets.
I climb behind her and spread her legs. She is dripping wet again. I gently slide the strapon’s dildo into her. I go slowly at first because I want to see how far I can penetrate her.
Zoe’s pussy is tight and she is only able to accept three-fourths of the dildo. I laugh to myself thing “she really is a LITTLE cunt.”
I start to fuck her harder and faster with each stroke. How long have I been fucking her? I forgot to check the clock but it seems to be a long time and she is moaning in between her screams into the gag. It must be long enough I think as I climb off of her. I want her to lick the dildo clean but I would have to remove her gag and I am not going to do that.

Zoe is commanded to lower herself flat onto the bed. I grab straps and bind her ankles to both sides of the footboard. She is in a spread eagle position.
I am excited and tired. I tell her I will be back later as I slip on my robe and go fetch a glass of wine and my book. I settle into my overstuffed chair and this time I check the clock.
After slightly more than an hour I decide it is time to release my slave. I go back to the bed and remove her gag and blindfold, I want to see if she has anything to say. No she is silent. She is still in a spread eagle position so I release the straps and tell her to remove her cuffs.

“I am tired and am going to bed” I tell her. “You have three choices. You may sleep on the floor next to me, you may sleep on the bed next to me or you may leave.”

I wait to see what she will do…

lucy

11-07-2008, 04:58 PM

Why doesn't she understand me? Is it so difficult to understand that i am confused about myself? That it is not that easy to turn from a normal gal into a submissive slut, into a slave who does anything to please her Mistress? In a matter of days, too? After all, she's asking for unconditional surrender. And that, in my humble opinion, is asking for a lot. Maybe more than i can give.

And as far as i know i never asked her for anything. Surely i didn't want her to buy those pans and pots, all that crap.
But no, that ain't exactly true. I begged for her forgiveness. I made a mistake, i came back, i asked for her forgiveness.

Then Mistress comes back and releases the restraints that have kept me spreadeagled on the bed. She informs me that she'll go to bed now and gives me the choice on what to do. Going home is of course no option. If she wanted me to go she would have told me so.
But does Mistress want me to lie in the bed beside her? Or is my place on the floor? I'm at a loss. But i guess if she wanted me at her side she would have said so too. Besides, lying on the floor would maybe show her that i realize that i'm her slave.
She's already lying in bed when i return from the living, room, carrying a blanket. I stretch out on the floor beside her bed. I hear her breathing, but it isn't the breathing of someone asleep.
„Mistress, i am sorry if i disappointed you. I think i just need a little bit more time. So i beg for you to be patient with me, please.“ She doesn't respond. „Good night, Mistress, sleep well.“
I hear her stir underneath the sheats.
„Come here to me, you fool, and warm my feet.“

MissConfused

11-07-2008, 07:01 PM

I can only guess that she still doesn’t understand that she owns my heart. I don’t want to say I love her but everything she does affects me as I have never been affected before.

“Climb next to me” I command her. I want to feel her soft warm body. It is late and I am tired, I want her warm soft body against mine.

The next morning we awake feeling oh so refreshed. I have noticed she pretends to be domestic yet she does not want to be treated as a domestic. Too Bad! I want coffee and pastries. I instruct her that I have a shoe box full of money in one of the kitchen cabinets. It is the same cabinet in which you will find several pairs of my shoes.

“Grab whatever money you need and go to the corner deli and fetch us breakfast treats” I command her. “And fetch their fresh Columbian mix” I want a good cup of coffee to go with my breakfast.
She seems to hesitate. Does she not understand that her primary duty is to serve her mistress?

While she is gone I call Jon. He will be coming for a long weekend next week. I will have Zoe join us. I tell Jon I have a nice surprise waiting for him. Little does he know he will have two women servicing his every desire.

Finally she displays her domestic side. Breakfast and coffee is wonderful. After we are done I invite her to kneel beside me while I read the New York Times. She quickly obliges as if she were a puppy eager to gain her mistresses approval.

I think how nice next weekend will be and how delighted Jon will be having two women to serve him.
Yes as I pat Zoe’s head I think how wonderful next weekend will be…

lucy

11-08-2008, 03:54 PM

The Sunday is wonderful. After breakfast i kneel beside her while she reads the newspaper. It feels so good to kneel at her feet. I can't describe how exactly i feel, and for sure i don't know why it feels good, but it does, the rest doesn't interest me.
Then she ties me up again and fucks me and then she uses my face to fuck herself, like on that first night. But this time, i don't have a problem with it. In fact I enjoy it, it makes me proud that she's using me for her pleasure. Finally i'm allowed to lick her. All in all, a wonderful Sunday, but passing much too fast.

Then it's time to go, and she orders me not to call her during the week. "I have no time during the week." When she sees my disappointed look, she adds: "But i have a big and nice surprise for you next Saturday. You will love it. Ten o'clock you will be here."
"Yes Mistress, of course i will." Then we kiss passionately and i leave.

The days, and especially the nights, drag by. Time seems to have slowed down. Finally it's Saturday, and once again i'm punctual. And also very curious about the surprise.

MissConfused

11-09-2008, 05:05 PM

Sunday was wonderful! Such an emotional and erotic weekend.
Sunday morning we talk freely as Zoe kneels at my feet. Such a wonderful feeling, I hate to think what would have happened if I lost my little Zoe.
We talk about the four men she met at the nightclub. She still has their names and numbers. I instruct her to hand them to me and describe each man to me. I query “from one to four rank the men in order of which you would like to fuck.” She thinks this is silly girl talk so she tells me about each man.

They are Randy, David, Thomas and Richard. She describes Randy and David as two beautiful confident men that she would love to fuck.
Thomas is insecure and immature and very timid. She is not sure why he was at the nightclub the atmosphere obviously terrified him.
Richard is the “asshole.” Zoe says she would rather fuck a donkey than fuck Richard. “Interesting comment” I think to myself.
After Zoe leaves I will throw away Randy and David’s phone numbers.

I command Zoe to be at my apartment next Saturday at ten sharp and to bring her sexiest lingerie. She is very happy to oblige. I warn her next Saturday will be a very difficult command.

Saturday morning Zoe arrives on time. Before I open the door I throw away Thomas and Richard’s phone number, I am done with them. I tell her to get undressed and dress in her lingerie and apply makeup. “We have a very special day planned.” OH! She looks so sexy in her lingerie and makeup. I wish I could have her for myself but there are other plans for her.
I tell her this will be a difficult task; she will have three choices.
One is to complete the command as ordered, I emphasize to her that this would please me.
Two is to ask me to change places with her in the command and three is to leave.
I explain if she leaves I will never accept her back again.
I have a bag packed with all my best toys. I show this to Zoe and explain we will need them.

We head downstairs and hail a cab. Once inside I tell the driver to take us to the Westin Hotel. I notice Zoe is a little surprised. Why should we go to a hotel when I could just as easily fucked her in my apartment? I think “be still little one a big surprise awaits you.”

We arrive at the Westin and head to the suite Jon and I have rented. As we walk in there are three men, two naked and one clothed. Jon is clothed, he is beautiful in his jeans and button-down shirt. I wonder why he never modeled, he has the stunning looks of a model. I introduce Zoe to Jon my master.
The naked men are Thomas and Richard. I remind Zoe that she met them at the nightclub last Saturday night.
In the room there are also two video cameras and two digital cameras and portable lightstands.

I place the bag of toys on the bed and explain to Zoe that we are here to make a movie. She is to be the star. Thomas and Richard will be her co-stars
I grab a blindfold and a video camera and walk over to her and whisper in her ear; remember you have three choices. You may perform in the movie or you may ask to change places with me or you may leave. If you leave I will never accept you back but this movie will be made no matter who the star is.

I wait to hear Zoe’s choice…

lucy

11-10-2008, 10:06 AM

I'm so excited when she orders me to put on the lingerie. I expect another weekend like last one, which had left me so happy and fulfilled and longing for more. I decided on red stockings with garters, red corsage with lacy, translucent cups. And finally a panty that leaves not much to the imagination. In fact, all it does is advertise my pussy. Well, decided is not true. My closet isn't exactly bursting with nice and sexy lingerie, so i bought it all just yesterday for the occasion and spent much more than i actually can afford.
„Beautful. Just beautiful, and very sexy. Perfect.“ She caresses my breasts through the thin material, pinching the nipples until they are hard and erect. Then she tells me that once again i will have three choices. But in fact it's only two, going home is definitely out of the question, no matter what. I tell her so, but she just raises an eyebrow and says i should wait till i know what the choices are.
Then she shows me a bag full of toys and stuff, which leaves me surprised. Why a bag? The question is answered when Charon tells me to put on my coat.

We take a cab to a hotel. Umm, i'm wondering what this is all about. We enter a large suite. I don't think i have ever seen such a big room in a hotel. And omigod, there are three men in there, two of them naked.
And... no, that can't be...
But it's true, two of the guys from the club are here, Richard the asshole and Thomas, the shy one. So that's why she wanted to talk about them. They're both stark naked. Richard is leering and, by gosh, he's stroking his penis, pointing it at me. Thomas looks much less happy, i have no idea how Charon got him here and even less how the third guy made him strip.
That third guy actually looks very handsome, like out of a after shave ad. Except that he isn't cleanshaven. He's seems to be a friend of Mistress.
Charon takes my coat and then i stand there in the lingerie, fully aware that my nipples and possibly also my pussy are clearly visible through the lace. They all stare, devouring my body with their eyes. By now i know better than to try and cover myself. I feel how my hands ball to fists, how my face blushes. And then i get aware of the equipment: Cameras, lights and tripods.

Charon leans close to me: „Remember, Zoe, you have three choices: One, you do a film, be the star in the movie. You might guess what kind of movie i am talking about. Two, I am the star of the movie. I wouldn't mind that, but I would prefer very much you starring. Three, go out that door and forget about me.“
I'm dumbfounded, again. That happens a lot recently, me being at a complete loss. Still, i'm not getting used to it. She wants me to fuck with these guys? Being filmed doing it? I swallow hard. Tears well up inside me. Finally i get aware that they're all waiting. I didn't even think about the situation, i was just standing there, numbed. „Will you be here too, Charon?“ i ask.
Charon and Jon, the handsome one at the video cam, are laughing out loud. „You're so cute, Zoe. So cute and innocent. Of course I am. I wouldn't want to miss you serving Richard and Thomas, now would I?“ She kneeds my butt, urging me forward. „Now what's your answer, will you be the star of this movie?“
I don't want to do this, not at all. But at the same time there's nothing i want to do more than please my Mistress. She looks at me, apprehensively, with a malicious smile. And then i realize that she's set that up all for me, she has organized three men, a whole filming equipment and an expensive suite just for me. I should fall on my knees, kissing her feet and thank her. Instead, i come to a decision, and i know it's the right one, and i know i will go through it and make my Mistress proud of me, even if it may get tough.
My voice is barely audible when i respond, just a hoarse whisper „Yes, Mistress, i will.“
„Good girl.“ Then she whispers in my ear that i'm responsible to make Thomas comfortable, to make sure he's not too frightened. Obviously no special attention is needed with Richard, he seems already very eager to stick his dick in all my holes. The mere thought sends a chill down my spine.

„Now show your friends your assets, they want to see what they get.“
I walk up to them, thrusting out my chest and swaying my hips, but never dare to look in their eyes. Then i'm instructed to kneel between them. Both approach me until their cocks touch my cheeks. Then Charon holds up a sign and tells me to memorize what's written on it. Charon and Jon start filming, while i start playing my role. Except it's not a role and i'm no actress.
The first two takes i mess up completely, stuttering and stumbling over the words. The third seems to be perfect, judging from Charons reaction.
„I am Zoe. I'm a cockhungry slut. That's why my Mistress has brought me here, to serve these two cocks. I'm proud to obey my Mistress' commands.“ Then i turn my head and kiss first Richards and then Thomas' penis.

MissConfused

11-10-2008, 01:21 PM

OH MY GOD! Zoe agreed to do the movie! I am so excited and proud of her. I thought she would back out and ask me to change places with her, but she didn’t. OH MY GOD! I just can’t believe it.

Jon and I had planned the scenes in advance so we know what we want her to do and say, that is except for the moans, she will improvise that. One special thing we tell her is her safe-word. If anything ever hurts too much or gets too intense she is to say “daffodil” and we will stop the scene.

Zoe is fantastic in her first scene. She seems to be a natural at playing with a cock. I don’t tell her that because I don’t want to make her mad but she is very talented.
It is time to move onto the second scene. I really expect her to use her safe-word in this scene, it will get very intense!
We begin filming. We instruct Thomas and Richard to bind her wrists together and tie her wrists to the top of the bed. Then they are to cuff each of her ankles and tie them to opposing posts of the footboard. She looks like an upside-down ‘Y’ in this position.
They are then to kneel at either side of her head and begin to fuck her mouth and face. Richard can’t wait to begin. He is crowding Thomas out of the shot. Zoe notices this and turns to him and whispers “I love you.” This seems to wake Thomas up and he is soon rubbing his cock on Zoe’s face and thrusting it into her mouth.
As if on cue both of them cum at the same time shooting cum all over Zoe’s face and into her mouth! This part of the scene is done. Both men go to wipe off their cocks while Zoe remains tied to the bed. I start to wipe the cum off of her face but Jon says to leave it there.

Now comes the second part of this scene. I bend over and whisper in Zoe’s ear “don’t forget your safety-word daffodil if this becomes too painful.” I see a terrified look in her face and I expect her to use her word right now but she doesn’t.

I fetched two riding crops out of my bag. Jon explains the scene to everyone. Thomas and Richard are to whip Zoe’s pussy and breasts with the riding crops BUT they are to be gentle slaps. We want Zoe to be able to endure the pain.
We begin filming. I am filming Zoe’s face and breasts being careful to pay attention to her mouth. If she calls out her safety-word I will have the men stop immediately. I know this is very painful but Zoe never utters her word. There are a river of tears flowing down her face. She must be in intense pain but she will not quit. After several minutes Jon says “cut” and the men stop although I notice Richard gives one last painful slap to her pussy. What an asshole! I wish I could whip his cock!

The rest of the movie is the standard fare for a porn movie. In one special scene we place a collar and bridle on Zoe. Then strap her knees to her wrists with about two feet of play on the strap. She is then placed on her hands and knees and ordered to prance around the suite as a pony. Our actors take their riding crops and slap her bottom a few times. Once again I notice Richard is slapping harder than I think is necessary.

After three hours of filming and photos Jon decided it is time for the final scene.
He instructs Richard to lay on his back and has Zoe mount his cock. She is told to lean forward and kiss Richard but she is to remain in that position.
Thomas is commanded to enter her from behind. She will have Richard’s cock in her pussy and Thomas’ cock in her ass. This time I notice pure panic on Zoe’s face. Although she has been sodomized several times during the filming she has never had both fuck her at the same time.
I whisper to her “safety-word.” This time I hope she will use it. Zoe climbs atop Richard’s cock and slides it in quickly. She is so wet and lubed by now anything would slide into her without restraint. She then leans forward and kisses Richard while Thomas climbs onto the bed behind her.
At first Thomas won’t do it. I tell him Zoe has a safety-word she can use at anytime. I encourage to mount Zoe and he does!
She lets out a painful cry and begs for help, she begs them to stop, but she never mutters her safety-word so the scene continues. Both men fuck her furiously. I take my camera to the front. I want to film Zoe’s face. She is in agony! Tears are running down her face and she keeps muttering “please stop” but she never uses her safety-word. She looks over at me and stares directly into my camera. I whisper to her “safety-word” but she shakes her head ‘no.’
Finally both men stop fucking her. I know they didn’t cum because Zoe had drained them of their cum hours ago.
I think we are finally done when Jon says “let’s shoot it again but have the men change positions.” I stare at him with fire in my eyes. Zoe is finished she has had enough! It is time to quit but Zoe mutters “okay!”
We film the scene again with Thomas on the bottom and Richard on top. When we are finished I notice Jon still has something in mind. I grab his hand and drag him to the parlor. “Enough I yell at him, she has done everything without once using her safety word!” Jon reluctantly agrees but he does have her tied spread eagle on her back while the men shower and he and I pack up her gear. She is there for about forty-five minutes. I notice she is falling asleep occasionally. As Thomas and Richard start to leave I notice there is still a look of shame on Thomas’ face. Richard is a different story, he is proud of his performance and reaches over and squeezes Zoe’s breasts one last time.
Jon becomes furious at this and grabs Richard by the wrist and drags him out the suite.

The movie is over, how can I reward Zoe for her performance?
Jon says he is very proud of her “I am a lucky mistress to have such an obedient slave” he tells me.

I draw up a hot bubble bath and have Zoe sit in front of me in the tub while I gently wash her back and lean forward and kiss her neck and shoulders. I whisper in her ear “I love you.” This time I truly mean it.

lucy

11-11-2008, 03:07 AM

I'm drenched in cum, sweat and my own juices when it seems to be over. Finally. I'm tied to the bed, spreadeagled, my abused and swollen pussy lips parted, my pussy open and exposed. I couldn't care less, after all they have done to me and with me, being exposed and stared at is the least of my concerns. In the beginning it was easy enough. Disgusting, of course, but at least it didn't hurt. They started with fucking my mouth, both of them at the same time. Thomas needed encouragement, but when he got into it he was sweet and gentle. Richard was, well, he was just an asshole. No surprise there. Then both shot their cum all over my face and my breasts. It was so humiliating, to lie there, cum running over my face while they all stood around me, watching and filming me.

Then they began whipping my breasts and pussy. It hurt, it was all pain, even when they were told to go easy. And then i realized that i was aroused by the situation. Although the pain was bad, the sensations were not entirely unpleasant. I tried to figure out what was pleasant. Maybe it was the notion that they both wanted me, that my naked body made them horny, to feel that i was desirable. Seeing Charon smile at me helped a lot too. 'I must not disappoint my Mistress' shot through my head. So i never considered to use the safe word. I was determined to go through this ordeal, no matter what.

After that it was fucking and sucking and then all of that again but with positions changed and then we all had a break. I was given a can of coke and a chocolate bar and i needed both. I was kneeling on the floor sitting on my heels beside Charon. She stroked my head. „You're such a good girl, you're doing great. But we're not through yet, you know. Just remember to use the safeword. Nobody will be mad if you use it.“ I don't know what to reply, so i just kiss her hand.

Then i was instructed to get on the bed, head and chest on the sheets, butt stuck up in the air, legs spread. I have never felt so exposed in my life, my pussy and butt are on full display. And i'm beginnen to enjoy it! They take a couple of close ups while i play with myself until i cum. „Now fuck your asshole, using first one finger, then two. And make sure you prepare it well, or it will hurt when they fuck it.“ What? Fuck my asshole? Nobody has ever done that, i usually didn't even allow a lover to play around it with a finger, let alone stick his penis in. That's so humiliating. Tears flow again. But by now i've gone so far i don't think about quitting anymore. If this is what i have to do to please Charon, that's what i'll do. I use my own juices as a lubrificant and press my index finger against my anus, working it slowly in. I start to fuck myself. The stretching feels strange, but not entirely unpleasant. Working the second finger in is a bit painful and leaves my almost panicking when i think about the size of Richards penis. Finally Charon seems to be satisfied, and to my great relief she orders Thomas to fuck my ass first. He's gentle, taking his time to work his penis in. He fucks me slowly, enjoying every second, telling me how great it is to use my ass. At last he shoots his cum deep inside me, collapsing on top of me. Next is Richard. No gently working in this time. He brutally assaults my butt, leaving me screaming in agony. I beg him to stop, to have mercy but he just pounds harder, his balls slapping against my thighs. I try to remember the safeword, but i've forgotten what it was. Some flower is all i remember. Daisy? Dandelion? When i finally remember it's already over, with a last powerful thrust Richard buries his penis in my ass and cums.

The next scene brings more whipping. They whip my butt while i have to play a pony. I think that's just ridiculous, but i'm not asked for my opinion. The whipping is not too bad. Dunno whether i already get used to it or whether i'm numb by all the fucking and whipping. I notice, however, that Richard is whipping me much harder than Thomas. At last i'm instructed to mount Richard, lean forward and kiss him so Thomas can fuck my ass. I'm terrified. Two man inside me at the same time? I hesitate, but when Charon whispers „remember the safeword, Zoe“ i just shake my head and climb on top of Richard. Thomas hesitates too, though. He only goes ahead when Mistress tells him that i can end the scene at any time. I also encourage him, telling him that i want him to do it. Which is not the whole truth, but by now i'm not only terrified but also a bit curious how it feels to be penetrated by two cocks at the same time. It doesn't feel good, not at all. I feel like i'm being teared apart, at least in the beginning. It gets better after a minute or two. Charon is filming my face, urging me to use my safeword. But by now my pride just wont allow me to use it. I shake my head. She wanted me to do this, so that's what she's going to get. But i'm still glad when it's over. I think we're done for the day, well, i am done for the day, that's for sure. Then i hear Jon and Charon talking and arguing. They want to do the same scene again, but with me riding Thomas and Richard fucking my asshole. Charon doesn't want me to do it, though. Or at least she says so, but i got the impression she would love to see me do it. „It's okay“ is all i say.
This time it's even worse. Richard is definitely a sadist, enjoying my pain and agony, but at least i get to kiss Thomas. I concentrate on our kissing and almost manage to forget about the pain in my butt.

And then, all of a sudden, it's over, i'm tied spreadeagled to the bed while Richard and Thomas take a shower and Jon and Charon put away the filming equipment. I don't really realize all that, i'm so exhausted i drift in and out of sleep. Richard squeezes my tit hard on his way out, but he is jerked away and scowled at immediately by Jon. Charon sits at my side, smiling down at me while she unties me. I'm barely able to walk to the bathroom so Charon supports me. I feel the cum running down my legs, my pussy and ass are on fire.
In the bathtub, Charon gently washes me, kissing my neck. „I love you“ she whispers in my ear. And it is then that i know that it was all worth it. I start crying while Charon washes my breasts, gently rubbing them. „Mistress, may i ask you something?“
„Sure, sweetheart.“
„Who is Jon? Is he your... errrm, i mean, is he your lover?“
She hesitates for a moment. „Yes, he is, in a way. Is that a problem?“
Now it's my turn to hesitate and think. „Not as long as you love me, Mistress.“
Bye now she's sponging my pussy and to my big surprise i am getting aroused again.
„You know, Mistress, i'm a bit surprised that for all that fucking and sucking i didn't come often. Actually only once, when i played with myself.“
„You were not supposed to, Zoe. This was a movie about you serving those two guys, not the other way round. But if you want to cum for me, I'm sure we can do something about it.“ We both giggle and then i feel her soft touch on my clit and it doesn't take her long to make me cum.
Later, after some sleep in the bed, Charon orders dinner to the suite and we eat and after that we go to bed. And although i'm tired as a dog i find myself between Charons legs, enjoying the sweet taste of her pussy. I lick her very gently, taking my time to play with her until she cums.
„You've been such a good girl and you have made me very proud. What can i do for you to reward you?“ she asks me when we're lying in the dark afterwards, holding each other. I think for a long time, but i'm already rewarded more than i ever could have hoped for. „Just love me, Mistress.“

MissConfused

11-11-2008, 09:23 AM

We spend a longtime in the bath. Jon wanted to film us but I told him Zoe had been exposed enough. I ask him to bribe room-service into putting fresh linens on the bed. The sheets there were horribly stained.

While he was gone Zoe and I talked about her movie. She had gone through a horrible experience just to please me. I felt very warm about this. I needed to please her, I hoped she wasn’t too sore. When I reached around and started to rub her clit I expected her to push me away. Instead she spread her legs as far as possible in the tub. I felt the warmth of a lover when she finally came and leaned back against me.

Jon was successful in getting fresh linens for the bed. It looked so fresh and inviting it was hard to remember what had occurred there just an hour ago. Zoe climbed under the comforter while I told Jon good-bye. He had to fly back to Boston as I already knew he did. I apologized that I didn’t have any time to serve him. He smiled and said I served him far better than I realized. He instructed me to tell Zoe she is a perfect slave and then he left to catch a cab to the airport.

I snuggle nest to Zoe and answer her question from earlier; “Jon is my master. It is my duty to serve him. If you had chosen not to do the movie today he would have commanded me to take your place.”
Zoe seems a little surprised that I have a master. I explain to her that I love to serve someone powerful and I ensure her that Jon is very powerful.
We both fall asleep…

When I awake I am famished. Outside of soda-pop and candy bars we had eaten nothing that day. We ordered a feast from room service. I make sure we include several deserts.
When dinner arrives I am feeling more playful than hungry. I surprised Zoe when the little girl in me breaks out and I start a food fight. Somehow we did manage to eat in between throwing food at each other and wrestling. We are both covered in food.
Off to the shower we go taking turns washing each other. Several times I slide down her belly with my tongue and lick her between the legs. She does the same to me.

Finally after a longggg hot shower we are done. We both dry off and head back to bed. I am aroused and wish to make love to Zoe but I know that she is too tired from her long day.
We embrace as lovers do, face to face and kiss passionately for a long time. Then Zoe pushes away from me and slides down my belly coming to rest between my legs. I scream as she brings me to a crashing orgasm.
Finally she returns to embrace me. I whisper once again that I love her and ask her what I can do to reward her for today. Finally we both slip off into a long night’s sleep.

The next morning I am invigorated and excited as I have not been in a long time. Zoe doesn’t have any clothes with her. The only thing she wore to the hotel is her lingerie with a coat over it and the lingerie is torn and disgustedly covered in cum.
I want to go to brunch downstairs. I ask her if she is willing to go to brunch wearing nothing but her coat. She is excited at the idea!
Over brunch we talk about a thousand things but we never bring up yesterday.
I tell her I have a brilliant idea, something that will make me very happy. After we checkout of the hotel and schlep all of our stuff back to my apartment let’s go Shop-PING!

For some reason she seems a little hesitant but I explain to her I want to see her model all sorts of clothes and I want to purchase for her only the best. She realizes this will make me happy so she agrees.
On the ride back to my apartment I tell her of all the clothes I wish to buy her. I am so excited.
I also lean over and whisper to her “let’s look for a sexy maid’s outfit for you. My apartment will need cleaning next weekend.”
I look for her response to this but don’t see any.

I truly do love her and will do anything to make her love me but I still need to remind her she is my slave…..

lucy

11-12-2008, 02:00 PM

As soon as all the equipment is put away (by me, of course), Charon heads out the door again. I was just a little bit hoping she would offer me some clothes, since i am still naked beneath the coat. But i guess i must be grateful that she allows me to button it... Anyway, it actually makes me feel sexy. And my sore pussy can do with some fresh air too.
While hurrying after her i think of how she gleamed when she told me about the shopping. Seems to be something she really loves to do. For me it was always more of a duty than a pleasure. But then again, i never had enough money to really go out do some serious shopping. Maybe it’s different if you can just buy anything, regardless of the price.

In the cab she keeps on talking about the maid’s outfit. I’m already picturing myself doing household chores, wearing a super short black skirt, white apron and black blouse with puffy short sleaves. And feel the blood pooling between my legs... Once again i’m amazed what has become of me in a matter of a few weeks. Charon must have opened some locked up part of my personality, something that has been there all the time. I think it’s not wrong to call that side of me „the sexcrazed slut part“. What worries me a bit is the question of how big that part turns out to be and if there will be something left of the „old“ Zoe. But now’s not the time to brood over such things. Now’s the time to enjoy being with my Mistress.

When i get out of my thoughts we’ve already arrived at our destination. It’s a costume shop. Inside, Mistress asks for maid’s outfits and has me put on several of them. I’m parading up and down the aisle every one i change. Most of them are rather regular, but some are very sexy, and two are just plain skimpy. I already have a hunch which we will buy...
„Those two, put them on another time and show them off.“ I obey and once again i walk through the shop. The shop assistant has come over again and is now standing beside Charon.
„Come here, Zoe and turn around. Now bend over as if you’re vacuuming.“ I’m fully aware that this will expose my butt and also my pussy and feel the blood shoot to my face.
„Perfect. We take this one, ma’am. She will wear it now, so just remove the price tags and give us a bag for her coat, please.“
While Charon pays i look at my reflection in a mirror. Uh oh, does she really want me to go out wearing THAT? The dress goes only a couple of inches beneath my crotch and the blouse is rather translucent.
„C’mon, slave, we’ve got a tight schedule!“ she chuckles, handing me the bag with my coat.
„Now of course a real maid should be walking a couple of steps behind her Mistress. But that would mean I would miss how you’re looked and stared at, and how guys turn their heads when they walk past you. So you go ahead.“
She’s right. The sidewalk is full of shoppers, and i draw stares. Once again i feel humiliated and embarassed. But then i stare at the guys myself, especially at those who are with their girlfriends or wives. It’s funny to see them trying to look at me without their partners to notice, and most of them fail miserably. I can clearly imagine how Charon enjoys all that. I smile at the thought and intensify the swaying of my hips. I hear someone whistle and when i turn my head to look it’s her with a broad grin.
We get to a lingerie store and she directs me in. The next half hour is spent with looking for sexy panties, bustiers, garters, bras, corsets and so on.
She makes a preselection and sends me to the changing room to try it all on, instructing me to get out with every piece and show it to her. Then she takes a seat right in front of the changing room.
First item is a crotchless panty and a matching bra that leaves the nipples uncovered. I’m aware that this leaves nothing to the imagination of any onlooker when i step out of the changing room. Several other customers look at me, some of them shaking their head in disapproval, others smiling and admiring me. Mistress seems to like it.
„Yes, we take that, I like it when you’re accessible.“
Next come several bustiers, most of them transparent. She picks two. When i change into the next thing, a crotchless bodystocking, i hear commotion. I get out to see a shop assistant telling Mistress that it’s not allowed to try on the lingerie naked, for hygienic reasons.
„My slave is clean, ma’am. Aren’t you, slave?“
„Yes Mistress, i thouroughly washed and shaved myself this morning, as you ordered me to do“ i reply. The assistant looks at me, shocked.
„See, no problem. But ok, if you’re so concerned, we just buy it all, don’t worry.“
„Hurry, girl, get dressed and hand me that catsuit.“
When i am dressed in my maid’s outfit and join Charon at the counter the assistant is deeply blushed and confused, looking from me to Charon.

The last shop we enter is a large shoe shop. Charon gets hold of a young male assistant and tells him we’re looking for stilettos and would like him to bring several. He hurries away, already a bit intimidated by our appearance.
„You sit here and let him help you. And I want him to get a good look beneath your skirt. Spread your legs. Further, slave.“
„Yes Mistress.“
The clerk comes back with a pile of shoe boxes and crouches in front of me. First he’s all busy with helping me to get into a ridiculously high stiletto. But finally he notices that my pussy is on full display and does his best to look as if he didn’t notice. He’s blushing a bit, though.
Charon chimes in, saying he should look as much as he wanted, since i have to get used to being looked at.
I’m a bit sorry for the bloke, but to my surprise he actually takes on her offer and stares directly at my pussy for some time. And then, to my even bigger surprise, he says „you know, you should spread your legs further so your lips part.“ Charon explodes in laughter while it’s my turn to blush.
„You heard him, Zoe.“
I spread my legs further. „Better now, sir?“
„Yep. Thanks.“ He grins at me.
When we finally decide for a pair of ridiculously high stilettos Charon asks the guy whether he has a couple of minutes to spare.
„Yes, I got my break as soon as we’re finished here.“
„You head that, Zoe? I think that would be a perfect opportunity to properly thank him for his exceptionally good service.“
I stare at her, not understanding a word of what she says.
„I think she would really like to join you in your break and give you a blowjob. Isn’t that true, slave?“
I look at her, then at him and back at her again. Oh well, now she’s pimping me, or what? But then again, i’ve done worse yesterday, the guy looks ok and seems to be nice and it’s another chance to make my Mistress proud of me.
„Yes Mistress, that’s true.“
Charon is not satisfied yet, tho. „Well, then ask him properly if he allows you to express your gratitude.“
I cringe at the thought. Not enough that i have to suck this guy off, she actually wants me to beg him to allow me. „Sir, please allow me to give you a blowjob for your service. I would be honored.“
He grins broadly. „Yes, of course.“
Charon pays for the shoes and he leads us to a backroom, closes and locks the door and leans against a table. I don’t need any instructions, get on my knees and open his zipper. Then i suck him off with Mistress watching us. When he finally comes she pulls me back enough to have him shoot most his cum over my chest. She orders me to lick him clean. As soon as that’s done she heads for the door.
„I hope you enjoyed it. Now let’s go, slave. Good bye!“
We head out onto the curb to hail a cab. Back at her place i kneel at her feet and give her feet a massage.
„Thank you for all that nice clothes, Mistress. I’ll do my best so you can enjoy me when i wear them.“
„Yes, I know that you’ll do your best. Like you did yesterday and today. You’ve been a very good girl and you have made me very proud.“
And then, at last, i find the courage to ask her a question that was bothering me all day.
„Mistress, may i ask what happens with that movie you made yesterday?“

MissConfused

11-12-2008, 04:42 PM

Zoe is such a good slave. No matter what I did to humiliate her she obeyed. EXCELLENT!
I was surprised she begged the clerk at the shoe store for permission to give him a blowjob. I was especially concerned that he was too young. He looked like he was still in high school. I’m sure he must have been eighteen. I knew he wouldn’t refuse Zoe’s begging. I was sure he was going to go to the bathroom and jerk-off after the show Zoe gave him.

I still laugh at the attention Zoe draws as she walks down the street in her maid’s costume. It is only right that she should draw such admiration, she is a gorgeous creature.

Ahhh the foot message feels so good. My feet are tired from all the walking we did today. I start to slip off into a nap when Zoe asks me about the movie.
“Jon will edit all the video from the cameras into one movie. I have all the still shots from the digital camera.
Once we have compiled them into one movie and one photo album we will decide what to do with them. We have a circle of friends with whom we always swap movies and albums. I am sure at the very least we will share them with our friends. If we decide the movie is good enough we will post it on various BDSM sites.
I think we will find the movies to be good enough to post.
You are about to become a BDSM porn star…”

samzum

11-12-2008, 10:00 PM

Zoe A STAR !!!!! can't wait :-) mmmmmm

lucy

11-13-2008, 01:05 AM

Zoe A STAR !!!!! can't wait :-) mmmmmm
Oh well, nobody's asking me, i reckon... err, i mean Zoe. Damn split personality :D

lucy

11-13-2008, 04:23 AM

A porn star? A PORN STAR??? No, no way i'm gonna be a porn star. She can't post that move on the internet, for every sleazy scumbag to watch. And probably not only watch, but masturbate watching it too.
Yuck. Yuck! YUCK!
I feel degraded and humiliated and used by the mere thought. What if somebody sees me who knows who i am?
„No Mistress, please do not put them on the net, i beg you.“
„Why not? You've been beautiful, you were great, you should be proud of your performance.“
„But... but, people might know me. I mean, some might recognize me.“
„Of course, that's possible. As a matter of fact, that would be great, if some recognized you and said so on this sites. Makes it more realistic, you know.“ She looks at me with a smile and i see she's dead serious, she really means what she's saying.
„Besides, whether the movie and the pics will be posted is entirely our decision. You are not asked about your opinion.“
„I see“ i mutter, my head bowed, tears welling up. I'm being fucked by Mistress and Jon. Fucked, abused and exploited. She pulls me up unto the couch where i bury my face between her breasts. I'm sobbing silently, my body is shaking. Charon caresses my head, holding my tight.
She's whispering softly. „I know you liked doing that movie, or at least most of it. And you really should be proud of it. You are beautiful, sexy, adorable, obedient, eager to please. In short, you're a perfect slave. Be proud of that. Be proud of showing what a good slave you are. And let others share your pleasure.“
She kisses me on the head. „And you know, that's you in that movie. That's not somebody else, it was inside you all the time. I just opened the door to that part of you and let it out, but it was not me who made you a slave. Leave that shell that has hold you for much too long. And be proud of yourself. Just like I am proud of you too.“
I need to think but can't, it's all confusion in my head. I'm disgusted and shocked and ashamed, yet at the same time i feel that she is right. I need to think it all over, get to terms with it.
„Mistress, may i ask you for a favour? Please tie me to the bed and give me some time to think about all that.“
She chuckles. „If you want to be tied up to be able to think, then maybe that's already the answer to most of your questions.“ Now i have to smile too. She's probably right. „But I'm the last to deny you being tied up.“
We go to the bedroom, where she orders me to get naked and place cuffs on my ankles and wrists. She takes some kind of iron bar out of the closet, with rings on each end and locks the ankle cuffs to it. Next she cuffs my wrists to the bar too, behind my back, forcing me to arch my back and then she hogties me. Next she places a collar on my neck, attaches a leash to a ring in the front, then between my legs and to the collar again on my neck. She neatly places the leash between my labia and pulls it very tight. The final step is a blindfold and earmuffs. „Just to make sure you're not distracted in your thinking. I don't gag you so you can call me if something's wrong.“
Then i'm alone. After a while my mind gets clear and i can really think about it all. It's funny, how free i feel when in fact i'm tied and can't move an inch. I'm able to put out all my feelings, thoughts, anxieties and worries. It's like drawing a mind map. And i can also analyse most of what i see and i guess she's right; Zoe the slut has always been there but has been locked away. I remember how i enjoyed giving my boyfriends blowjobs, kneeling in front of them. I also realize that i obey Charons' commands not only because i want to please her, but simply because i want to obey her. It feels right, to follow each of her commands It's that easy. I love to obey her, to please her. I love to be her slave. I'm a slave.

I don't know how long she leaves me to myself, it must have been quite long, because my growling stomach reminds me that even as a slave there are some basic needs that need to be met. But before i can call her, i hear her entering the bedroom and sit on the bed beside me, taking off the earmuffs.
„Did you have enough time to think, slave?“
„Yes, Mistress. Thank you.“
„Fine. I ordered something to eat. Until it's delivered, I'll use you as my fucktoy.“
„Yes, Mistress. Thank you for using me.“ Saying that feels right. Finally it feels right to be her fucktoy. Because that's what i am: Her fucktoy, her slave, her pet, her servant ... i am anything and everything she wants me to be.

MissConfused

11-13-2008, 12:14 PM

Zoe is afraid of someone seeing her on the internet?? Of course she will be seen on the internet. Did I forget to tell her we belong to a BDSM online society. Everyone posts videos on the site. I’ve been posted there once myself.
With her fantastic performance I am sure her video will be viewed hundreds of times and downloaded almost as often.
I explain this to her but it only seems to upset her more!
I also explain to this is a website you must subscribe to. The annual fee is high enough that only true BDSM enthusiasts subscribe. Anyone watching her will be excited by her excellent performance.

As for someone masturbating to her video; I remind her two weeks ago she was standing naked in the window watching three men masturbate to her beauty she was proud then.
“Do you only want people to masturbate to you when you can watch them?” I ask her.

“So she wants to be bound?” Well I will be glad to oblige. After all it has been a long a day, a long weekend. I relish some time to myself.

She seemed to enjoy being hogtied last time so I do so again maybe too rough but she hasn’t complained. I know she must be sore from her weekend so I leave her gag off. I inform her she is to tell me if the binds become too tight.
“WHAT am I doing! I have become too soft on the slave!” I think to myself and bind her even tighter yet she never asks for mercy. GOOD!

I grab a glass of wine and settle into my chair to read for a while…
Good gosh I fell asleep! How long have I left Zoe bound?
TWO HOURS! I must go release her! But first I order us dinner. She can wait ten minutes more. I finally get my sushi. I have been craving it for weeks. I hope Zoe likes it, I have ordered enough for three people and of course mochi balls for desert yumm…

“So have you had time to think about your position and our relationship” I ask of her. She replies “yes” good I know I will enjoy my Zoe very much.
It will be a half and hour before the food is delivered and my pussy is becoming wet looking at her hogtied on the bed.
I shed my pants and climb in front of her face. “Eat me” I order my slave and she does so with an excellent tongue. “Is she enjoying this as much as I do” I wonder.

Finally after our feast it is time for Zoe to leave. I remind her I want her here promptly at ten next Saturday, my apartment needs cleaning. “And don’t forget your maids uniform!” I remind her as she walks out of the door.
Well she is doing so good. I think it is time to introduce her to terror.
“Wait till next Saturday my Zoe I will force you into terror you have never experienced before…”

lucy

11-14-2008, 07:38 AM

Another week drags by. At least the days at work are busy and i don't have time to think of Charon or last weekend or that movie. On two evenings i go to the gym and get home dog tired and fall to sleep as soon as i hit the bed. Wednesday i meet friends, but i find myself sunken in thoughts and more than once one of my friends has to nudge me to get me back to reality.
"What's up with you?" asks Nicole as we walk the couple of blocks to her place. "Are you ok?"
"Umm, yeah, i am ok." Once we reach her place she drags me in for a tea 'and a talk between best friends' as she puts it.
When we're seated she asks me again whether i'm ok and then it all flows out of me, every detail. She doesn't seem to be shocked. Not even when i tell her that the movie will be uploaded to the internet and just about everybody will be able to watch it. She just looks at me, intrigued.
"Wow, this Charon must be one hell of a wicked woman, hehehe. And she is also a very happy woman to have such a good slave. And i think you're just as lucky to have met her."
"You know, Nicole. I'm indeed happy, i'm fulfilled. I'm kinda... well, whole, complete."
We look at each other and then i kiss her softly and after a moment of hesitation she kisses me back and then we kiss passionately exploring each others mouth. Then we both break the kiss and start laughing.
"I wanted to do that for a long time, and i'm glad we did" i say "but i'm afraid it's not going any further. I'm owned, you know."
"I know, it's ok" responds Nicole. "I only regret that i didn't see you in your maid's outfit, i bet you're hot in that. I wish for you that you and Charon have much fun together, for a long time. But if you ever feel the need to serve someone else, I could use a maid too."
On my way i'm so happy i start to cry. I finally know who i am, have found a Mistress who lets me serve her and gives me exactly what i want and my best friend fully supports me.

Then it's finally Saturday and time to go to Charon again. Once again i get up early to have enough time to bath and shave and generally make myself as presentable as can be. I'm a little black dress with a plunging neckline both in front and in the back. The one in the back is so deep it actually exposes the top of my buttcrack. Charon picked that dress and said "with that you'll be the center of attention at every party". Even if i don't know whether we go to a party i think it cannot hurt to dress as sexy as possible.
Then i pack the maid's uniform and head out of the door.
Once again i'm knocking on her door at exactly the time she told me too. 'What awaits me today?' goes through my head when Mistress opens the door.

MissConfused

11-14-2008, 04:40 PM

It was a slow week so I flew to Boston to spend time serving Jon and watching our new movie. “We have make another movie sometime soon.” “We will I promise but this time I will let her pick her two partners.” Maybe two men or a man and a woman or two women, who knows.

I ask Jon if he thinks Zoe is ready for the cocoon? He is not quite sure. The cocoon is terrifying. I have only done it twice but thought I would die each time.
“I’m going to try it with her” I decide.
The cocoon is terrifying. Master places both of your legs into one leg of a pair of pantyhose with your arms to your side. The hose is stretched so tight that it is difficult to even move your feet. Your knees and legs are forced tightly together.
Then master pulls the second pair of hose down over your head and to your waste. The hose stretches tightly across your mouth and face. Opening your mouth to breath is difficult but still can be done.
With your arms trapped next to your sides the other legs of the hose are wrapped around your waist and tied together. Movement is impossible. All you can do is wiggle to try and get free, and PANIC!

Saturday morning arrives and Zoe is on time. Of course I have her change into her maid’s costume right away. Then I place the locking leather belt on her and lock her left wrist to the belt. She seems a little surprised that I would lock the belt on her again.

I haven’t finished my coffee yet so I enjoy it with a biscuit while watching Zoe clean the kitchen.
Then it is time for me to go shopping. I ask her if there is anything she would like for lunch. “Anything will do” she tells me so it will be meats and cheeses and breads for lunch again.
Before I leave I remind her to be sure and empty the trash. I have purposely filled the cans to overflowing during the last two weeks. “Oh” I tell her she will have to take the trash on the elevator to the basement. Someone (I wonder who…) forced an old chair into the trash chute and now it is out of order. Carrying the trash to the dumpster in the basement is the only way to dispose of it.
“Oh, and don’t forget to wash the windows.” With that I leave.

After a few hours I return with my purchases. I tell Zoe it is time for lunch again but this time I remove her belt and wrist cuff. I want her to have a pleasant lunch.
While she is eating I pull two pair of extra large queen-sized black tights out of a bag.

“Come I tell her it is time to play.” I instruct her to strip off all of her clothing and tell her we are going to play a game called “cocoon.”
She is curious at first as I open the first pair of hose and instruct her to put them on with both of her legs in one leg of the tights. Zoe does exactly as told and is having difficulty standing as her feet and legs are forced tightly together.
I help her to sit on the floor while I open the second pair of hose. “Place your arms at your side” she is instructed as I pull the second pair of hose over her head and down to her waist. She now realizes she can not see through the black tights and is tightly trapped. I notice she is breathing rapidly. I lean over and tell her to control her breathing or she will pass out. As the last step I take the other two legs of the hose and wrap them around her waist and tie them tight.
Zoe is now stuck in a cocoon. I can she is starting to panic. Her breathing is very rapid and she is trying hard to get free of her cocoon. “Please release me” is all she says at first. Then her cries turn to demands to release her and finally begging to be released.

I ignore all of her pleas. I am enjoying watching her squirm and listening to her cry while I enjoy my wine and book. Finally after an hour I decide it is time to release her. I warn her to lie very still as I will be cutting the tights loose with a pair of scissors and I would truly hate to cut her.
Once she is finally free she curls into a tight ball and sits on the carpet staring at me for a long time.

Finally I command her to come onto the divan and place her head on my lap. She does as she is told but still does not talk. While stroking her I can feel her hair is still wet with perspiration. “Go shower” I command her “and come back to me naked once you are clean.”
When she returns I have her sit at one end of the divan while I place my head on her lap and stretch out for a nap. “Wake me at five o’clock sharp” I command her. I need a nap, we have a busy night ahead.

I am awakened exactly at five. I wonder if she has been sitting there still and wide awake for the last two hours. It doesn’t matter as she woke me promptly at five as ordered.

“My slave you are free for the evening!” I explain I want her to put on her black dress and let me apply her makeup. I change into a similar dress but without the deeply plunging neckline.

I want to test her loyalty. I tell her we are going club-hopping. I know we will definitely be approached by numerous men. Especially Zoe as erotically hot as she looks tonight. I think I would rather walk into the clubs with her wearing a collar and leash and I holding onto the leash. I want to brag to all about my slave.

But we are going clubbing. In the cab I explain to her she may leave at any time and go home with any man she meets or if she is tired she may just go home. Tonight is girl’s night and we are out to have fun and maybe find a man to explore for the night.
She is told there will be no penalty for anything she chooses. I also tell her she is VERY welcome to come home with me at the end of the night where we will forget domme/slave and just be two lovers. I hope that is the choice she will make but she is free to do as she pleases.

The driver drops us of at the first club…

lucy

11-15-2008, 07:05 AM

Eeww, that was bad, being stuck in that hose. Real bad. But it's over and now i'm sitting here, Charons head rests on my lap and she's asleep. I gently stroke her hair, feeling privileged to serve her as a cushion. I need to pee but i must not wake her before five. I think about us, how she smiled at me when i asked her why she locked my hand to the belt when i could clean her apartment much better without that. „Think about it“ was all she said. Hmm, dunno. Maybe she wants me to realize that i'm her slave every time i want to use that hand. If that's it, it certainly does the trick.
Just like carrying the trash down to the basement reminded me of who and what i am. Of course i hoped i wouldn't meet anyone, but of course i did. And of course i was embarassed by their stares.

Finally it's five and i wake her. We get ready for a girl's night out as she tells me. Club-hopping. Duh. Meet Zoe, the world's worst club-hopper. And does she really think i'll go anywhere else tonight than her apartment? Heck, if i was asked, we wouldn't have left her apartment in the first place.
We head out and soon arrive at the first club. There's quite a line of people waiting, but two sexy girls seems to be exactly what they're looking for so the bouncer lets us in immediately. Inside, we head for the bar. I'm aware that the guys are staring at my back, or rather, my butt, since it is half exposed in the dress i wear. „They want you, Zoe. Look how horny they stare at you“ says Charon. As if i needed to be reminded.
We don't have a chance to buy drinks, as soon as we hit the bar, the first bloke buys Daiquiris. Then we hit the dancefloor and it's flirting and dancing until Charon decides that we go to another club. I'm not enjoying myself too much, but seeing Charon having fun makes up for a lot.
„The guys here are boring, let's go someplace else.“
The next club is in walking distance. When we walk down the street she has her hand on my butt, kneading it. Then she gets aware of a couple of guys behind us and lifts my dress to caress my naked cheeks.
The guys whistle and holler and i feel myself blushing. „Don't you like it to know that you're making them go wild?“ asks Charon. „Umm, i...“
„You need to learn to be proud of that. And I'll make sure you will.“ She stops and turns around.
„Guys, this lovely young lady is embarassed by your reaction. You need to tell her that she shouldn't be, that in fact she should be proud of her body.“
They all assure me that it's true. That my butt is perfect and so on. Then one says, very polite, but also grinning broadly „I bet your tits are just as lovely. Make us happy and show them to us.“
I stare a second at him. Well, if it makes them happy, it can't be that bad. I slide the straps over my shoulders and show them. „Whoohoo! Thanks ma'am. That was very kind.“
We head on. „Very well done, Zoe. Your body, in fact your whole person are made to please. You know I'm right, you just need to accept that as a fact.“

In the next club, i'm hit on a by guy i immediately like a lot. We're dancing together, flirting. Why not bring Charon a „trophy“? Maybe she'll enjoy having a guy for herself. And if she doesn't she can still order me to take care of him. I pull him over to Charon and see that she's interested too. I wonder how this will end. Maybe – hopefully – in a night full of wild sex!?

MissConfused

11-15-2008, 09:03 PM

Gosh is it five already? “Go shower and get dressed for a night of showing your sexy body.”
The first club was fun but not exciting. The next club is close enough to walk plus I would like some fresh air after breathing all the colognes, perfumes and cigarette smoke that filled the club. The cool night air helps to refresh me and clear my head, I had several shots of Jack Green Label at the club, probably too many shots. Not a lady like drink I know but I am a dome, I am a powerful lady!

Ahh we run into a couple of fellow drunk sojourners on our trip. They seem very interested in Zoe. I’m jealous not one of them is leering at me, they are both starting at Zoe. Fine! If that is what they want then that is what they shall have! Zoe puts on a show for the men, I must admit her performance is arousing me. “I am lucky to have this beautiful slave” I say to myself.

Zoe and I immediately hit the dance floor at the next club. I am feeling horny and I want to increase my desire by watching Zoe dance. BUT I have had too much Jack and I need to sit down. Luckily there is an open stool at the bar and like a fool I order another whiskey. It is the last I will have to order. Several men at the bar are more than willing to buy me another. I am starting to have some fun finally. I meet one guy who is getting me very aroused when I see Zoe coming towards me with a man in tow.

When she gets to me I immediately, passionately, deeply kiss her. The man I was talking to gets a pained and excited look on his face. I tell him “this is my slave and we enjoy everything!”
That aroused him deeply but I am more interested in the man Zoe has brought.
I ask the fellow I was flirting with to give me his number, I’ll call him later. I’m sure he must be thinking “yeah, right.” I lean over and bite his lip and kiss him hard enough that he pulls away from me. I look deep into his eyes and truthfully tell him I will call.
He smiles and hands me his card and walks away. I notice him watching us from far away.

Zoe tells me her friend’s name is Troy. I’m sure that he is a fake but he is so handsome. I am horny and not totally in control of myself as I lean over and give Zoe another deeply erotic kiss.
I look at Troy to see his reaction, I can tell by the bulge in his pants that the reaction is arousal.
We start talking and I ask Troy where his wife is. He looks a little startled but then realizes he is still wearing his wedding band. Zoe had failed to notice this and now she is becoming angry.
“Tell me Troy, where is your wife?” He tells us that she travels frequently for her job. “I also travel quite frequently for my job” I tell him. “So where is she?” “Kansas City” he replies.

We continue to talk and I continue to enjoy another Jack while Zoe is rapidly downing wine and Troy is drinking something amber in color. After a little while I feel the need once again for fresh air.
Drunk and horny I blurt out to Troy “do you want to come to my apartment and fuck us both?” The bluntness startles Zoe and Troy both. “Yes” he mumbles in a shocked voice.
We pour into a cab and head for my apartment.

Once inside my apartment all clothes disappear immediately. Troy leads Zoe to my bed While I fetch some toys. I love to see my Zoe in her waist belt with her arms trapped to her sides, So I apply her belt and blindfold her. She is laying on her back with her arms trapped to her sides. Troy kneels next to her face and Zoe turns her face sideways so that Troy may fuck her mouth.
While she is busy serving Troy I can not resist the urge to lick her pussy. I slide between her legs and lick her pussy until her juices are flowing down her butt. I tell Troy to come back and mount her pussy.
I feel as though I have been neglected and I mount Zoe’s face while Troy mounts her pussy.

She is extremely wet so penetrating her is easy for Troy. I however am having trouble getting Zoe to concentrate on my pussy. I squat down hard a couple of times to get her attention. Perhaps if she is suffocating she will pay more attention to me.

I watch Troy spasm and I know he has come in Zoe. Getting her to pay further attention to me will be fruitless. I climb off of Zoe’s face while Troy and I passionately embrace each other. I sense he is ready to fuck me!

God only knows why but I go eat Zoe’s pussy again. Troy’s juices are leaking out of her but I lick up every drop.

Once I am done I notice Troy is aroused again. We turn Zoe onto her belly and slide my pussy under her mouth. Zoe is being fucked doggy style while she eats my pussy. Once again I can not resist and I slide under Zoe and tell her to mount my face so that I may suck all of Troy’s cum out of her.

I am embarrassed at what a whore I have become and decide it is time for Troy to punish Zoe. Once again I can not resist so I slide under Zoe’s mouth and tell her to eat my pussy. This time Troy has a surprise in store as he rams his giant cock into Zoe’s ass. I hear her scream in pain. She even bites my pussy in revenge but it is too late. Troy’s massive cock in buried deep inside of Zoe’ ass. All she can do is beg for him to stop but it appears he will not stop until he cums.
Finally I see Troy’s back and chest spasm telling me he has finally cum. Zoe cries out once again as Troy pulls his cock out of her. I wonder if Zoe is enjoying this? Too bad I think she is after all a slave destined to please others.

Troy steps into the shower as I wrap on a plush robe. We talk about Zoe’s obedience. I tell Troy I suspect his wife has another lover. No company leaves their employee away from their spouse on a weekend.
I tell him I believe his wife is with her lover this weekend. Troy doesn’t seem surprised. I gather he has been having the same doubts himself.

I tell him Zoe and I will be very glad to entertain him and his wife if the desire ever arises.

After Troy leaves I return to my bed to see Zoe balled up and crying. I will not have this. I tie Zoe into a hogtie position and leave.
The Jack Daniels has finally caught up to me and I pass out for several hours. How long has Zoe been hogtied I wonder.
I stumble into the bedroom and release her. At first she is barely able to move! Have I injured my slave…

lucy

11-16-2008, 04:28 AM

The fucking is nice, hard and raunchy and i'm allowed to cum several times. To my big surprise Charon gets between my legs and licks Troys cum right out of my pussy. Not very Mistress-like. But then again, she's the Mistress and if she wants to do that who am i to judge her.
That is, the fucking is nice up until the moment Troy rams his dick up into my ass. I scream in agony, he sure has ripped my anus apart. A searing pain shoots through my body and my teeth dig into Charons flesh, but i don't do it on purpose and am immediately sorry. He keeps on fucking my ass hard, despite my begging for him to stop. Finally he shoots his load deep inside me and withdraws.

Then they both leave the bedroom and i feel bad about biting Mistress and cry a little. When Charon comes back, alone, she hogties me again. I am too drunk and tired to ask her why. I just lie there, feeling the cum oozing out of both my pussy and ass. I've certainly become a slut. And come to like it, too. Then i fall asleep, despite the uncomfortable position i am in.
When i awake i'm all alone, still hogtied. I have no idea how much time has passed. Too much, obviously, i feel a wetness beneath me.
Oh my god. Please no!!! I must have peed while i was drunk and asleep. I peed in Mistress' bed!!!
There's nothing i can do about it, tho. And where is Charon anyway? I listen intently and finally i can hear a soft snoring from the living room. Ok, at least she's ok and here. I worry about what will happen when she realizes i peed in her bed. I'm sure the punishment will be bad.
After a long time i hear her stirring and at last she appears in the door. She releases my bonds and i'm all stiff and hurting. It takes me a couple of minutes to stretch. She seems to worry that i'm hurt.
"That was a wonderful night, Mistress. Thank you for allowing me so much fun."
"So you're ok?" she asks.
"Yes, i am, Charon." I wonder what i should do about the bed? Hmm, there's only one option; being honest.
"There is something i need to tell you, though. I ... umm ... i seem to have peed while i was asleep. I am very sorry, i didn't realize it."
"What??? You pissed in my bed? You dirty cunt! You will be punished. And punished severely."
"Yes Mistress." My voice is a hoarse whisper. I'm so ashamed. "I know."

MissConfused

11-16-2008, 03:28 PM

“YOU PEED IN MY BED!!!” I scream at her over and over again. “You filthy slut how can you pee in my bed?”
I order her to roll onto her back and spread her legs while I go fetch my riding crop and paddle. I return to find her laying there with her legs spread wide open. I slap her pussy with my riding crop. She screams in pain and I realize I hit her too hard. I slap her pussy several more times until she is crying uncontrollably.
“Roll over onto your belly slut!” I order her. “Put your butt up in the air and your face in the pee spot, I want you to lick the pee out of my sheets!”
She starts to lick and I slap her butt with the paddle. Once again she screams. This time I am not concerned about hurting her. I give her just a few more slaps from the paddle but I put as much strength as possible into each slap. I only stop when she collapses on the bed.

I know I have gone too far but I am still furious!

“Go lay down in my bathtub” I command. I close the tub’s drain and strip off my clothes. She peed in my bed is still pulsing my anger. I stand over her face and pee!
“How do you like that slut!” I make sure I squeeze every drop of pee out of my bladder and onto Zoe. She is laying in the bathtub in a puddle of pee.
“You will sleep in the bathtub tonight!” I command her.

I step into the shower to wash this mess off of me.
I am still furious. I tell her if she leaves the tub she may never come back. Then I walk into the bedroom and gather up her clothes.
“I am going to dump these down the trash chute. If you leave you will do so naked.”
God I am still furious with her. I slam the front door as I walk out with her clothes towards the chute. Part way there I remember how sexy she was in the dress and how well she pleased Troy and me. I turn around with her clothes still in my arms and return to my apartment.

“You will lay in that cold puddle of my pee in the cold bathtub until I release you in the morning.
Do you understand…”

lucy

11-17-2008, 07:52 AM

„Yes, Mistress“ i whimper. „But...“
„Don’t go fucking ,but’ with me, you filthy slut!“ she screams. I shut up, afraid she’s going to beat me again if i don’t.
She’s still furious. No, she isn’t just furious, she’s FURY, capital. My pussy is burning from the whipping and i’m sure the skin on my butt has cracked when she hit me. At least that’s what it feels like. But that is all nothing compared to the degradation she’s put me through. I couldn’t believe it when she told me to lie in the baththub and stood over me, her legs spread, her hot pee hitting me hard all over my face. But despite all the degradation and humiliation i felt, there was also something else. I realized that i reacted very strongly to her calling me filthy slut. While she was whipping my pussy she once called me a „ dirty fucking cunt“ and even when i was in agony i just thought „yes, she’s right, i’m a dirty fucking cunt“. I actually loved being called a cunt, a word i always detested and hated.
So i’m lying in her pee and she wants me to stay here until the morning, until she lets me out again. But... it’s only 11 in the morning!
That’s twenty hours she wants me to lie here in her pee!!!

She’s pacing the apartment but it seems as if she’s slowly calming down.
„Mistress, please, i beg you for your permission to say something.“ My body is still shaking from the pain and degradation.
„What is it, slut?“ she snarls.
„I beg your pardon, Mistress. I know i am in no position to question your decision or the way you punish me.“ She grunts, nodding her head. „But please allow me to point out that it’s still twenty hours till i have to leave in the morning. That seems to be very long. But please, Mistress, if that’s my punishment, i gladly accept it.“
She stops in midstride, looking at me with a puzzled expression. Then she turns around and looks at the clock in the living room.
Is it possible that she didn’t realize it’s still morning? That we just got up after a long night? Did she drink that much or was it her rage that made her forget the time?
She thinks for a moment. „Hmm. Yes. You got a point there. I’ll think about it while I eat breakfast.“ She leaves, closing the door to the bathroom, leaving me to soak in her pee and think about my transgression. I’m getting thirsty but i don’t dare to turn on the water to drink.

I don’t know how much time has passed when Charon returns. By then i’m cold, hugging my knees and starting to shiver. My pussy and butt still hurt but the humiliation has passed. In fact, i feel different now when i think back of that moment she was standing over me, dousing me with her pee. It’s like i was allowed to experence the essence of being her slave. As if i had reached the bottom, a place i was always destined to reach. The same with her calling me names. It fits to be called „slut“ or „cunt“, because as a matter of fact that’s exaclty what i am, or what i long to be.
She looks down at me with contempt. „Ok, slut. I’m willing to let you out. But only if you come up with a good proposal on how to make up for your misdemeanor.“
„Thank you Mistress.“ Luckily i have thought about that while sitting in the tub.
„First, i humbly beg for your forgiveness. I didn’t do it on purpose. I beg you to allow me to clean you after you’ve been on the toilet.“
„Are you sure? Doing what on the toilet? Just peeing or... ?“
Oh my. Didn’t think about that. Licking her ass clean is out of the question. But then again, i can’t tell her so, can i?
„That is your decision, Mistress. You’re my owner, i will obey any of your commands.“ Oh god. Owner? Did i just call her owner? A satisfied smile plays around Charons lips.
„And, what else?“ she demands to know.
„Mistress, i buy you a new mattress and sheets, of course.“
„Uh huh. And how and when exactly do you plan to do that? That wasn’t some cheapo crappy mattress, you know. The sheets alone cost more than you earn in two weeks. And you don’t have no money to spare, as you told me.“
„I thought maybe you could... i mean, if i worked for it?“
„What? What are you talking about, slut? Express yourself properly.“
„I am sorry, Mistress. What i wanted to say is: What if you loaned me the money and i work for you to pay it back?“
„And what kind of work would that be? You’re cleaning my apartment already. For free, too.“
„I was thinking ... like in the movie? Doing such things? Isn’t there a way to ... umm, earn money with that?“
„You want to become a pornstar? Or a whore? You really want to whore yourself to pay for that mattress? You’re really a filthy slut, you know. You’re sitting in my pee, offering me to sell your body for me. A filthy, sexcrazed cunt, that’s what you are. And you’re probably getting wet right now, aren’t you?“
„Yes, Mistress, you’re right.“ I look at her, devotion in my eyes, and love in my heart.
„Of course I am. I’m always right.“ Then she grabs the shower and starts to douse me with icecold water. When i’m clean and dry she orders me to face the wall, about 4 feet from the wall, hold out my arms and lean against it, legs spread wide. „And raise that ass!“ She reaches between my legs, playing with my pussy.
„Your ideas to make up for peeing in my bed are good, by the way. But your pussy needs to be punished some more. Do you think so too?“
„Yes, Mistress.“ She leaves for the bedroom and returns with a small whip with several braided strands which she holds in front of me to take a look at.
„Meet the cat’o’nine tails. Perfect to whip disobedient pussies. Note the knots at the end of each tail. They’ll bite directly into your flesh. You gonna love it. By the way, you may thank me for every lash.“
She starts to whip my pussy, bringing the cat up between my legs. Despite the pain i’m getting deeply aroused. And when i count the lashes and thank her i really mean every „thank you, Mistress.“

MissConfused

11-17-2008, 12:55 PM

“Too bad she failed to notice I have put on my strapon” I say to myself. To increase her painful pleasure I have also secured the largest dildo I have to the strap. “This will teach her she is nothing but a cunt.”
My anger is starting to rise again every time I slap her pussy with the cat’o nine-tails. Perhaps I should stop I am sure to draw blood if I keep up.

I stop whipping her and order her to spread her legs even farther. She lets out a horrible scream as I force the giant dildo into her as hard as possible.
I keep thrusting harder and harder knowing her whipped pussy is in extreme pain and each thrust must be excruciating.
Finally I am tired of hearing her cry and beg me to stop.

I pull the dildo out of her pussy and hand it to her. “Clean it!” I also order her to kneel on the floor and wait for me while I shower.
While I am in the shower I begin to think of ways the dirty slut can pay me back for ruining my bed and linens.

Once I am dried off and dressed I approach Zoe. While I am shopping for a new bed she is to shower thoroughly to get all of the dirty slut off of herself. Then she is to move the bed, all of the bed, and the sheets down to the dumpster in the basement. This is a king sized bed I tell her so it will take two to three men to move the bed. I warn her “don’t let any of the stain touch anything in my apartment!”

“It is Sunday afternoon” she meekly tells me. “Where will I find two to three men to help me?”
I remind her she has her maid’s uniform. I suggest she put it on and go to the street to find men willing to help her. “You may have to do a sexual favor to get them to help but that is your problem.” “I will be gone two to three hours shopping for a new bed, be sure the stained one is removed before I return.”

While shopping I think how she will “pay” me for the new bed and linens. Deviously I come up with a plan.

When I return home the bed and linens are gone. “How many men did you need to move the bed” “Three she says.” “How did you reward them for their hard work?” “I sucked the cock of each man until he came in my mouth.” My mind is excited at the thought of her sucking the cocks of three strangers. I must ask her one more question; “were all the men white?” “No, two were white and the third was black.” I think how lucky she was. I love big black cocks!

“I have purchased a new bed. Its cost is more than you could pay me in a year. I have devised another plan for you to pay me back.” “Over the next four weeks I want you to fuck twenty different men. You are to take a movie of each session showing the face of each man. I must know they are different men so if any refuse to show their face they will not be counted.”
“I will loan you a movie camera. You are to return to me each Saturday morning to clean my apartment and show me your latest DVD. I suggest you place an ad in the Free News titled ‘Easy slut needing to be fucked’.
You only have four weeks to fulfill my command. If you fail at any command I give you I will set you free never to be my slave again. Do you understand?”
Zoe nods yes put I have my doubts she will fulfill the command.

“One other thing… in five weeks there will be a slave auction. A slave is sold to another master or mistress for forty-eight hours. You will be sold at auction. Do not ask me questions about the auction, you will be treated as merchandise and not a person. I will tell you more later if you complete my first commands….”

lucy

11-18-2008, 01:43 AM

The pain and pleasure are unbelievable when Charon fucks me with that huge dildo. I beg her to stop but at the same time i am enjoying the pain and feeling of being filled like never before. Suddenly she stops, leaving me empty. Then she orders me to get the bed out of the way. Finding three guys who are willing to help me isn't that much of a problem when i tell them they'll get a blowjob each. I suck them off in the basement and just for a moment i fear they want more than just a blowjob, but then they're satisfied and leave me kneeling on the floor, cum dripping from my cheeks.
Mistress seems to be pleased. Then she tells me about the twenty guys i must fuck in four weeks. Assuming that i'll spend at least one, hopefully two nights a week with her that makes exactly one guy every day.
Twenty guys! That's ten times as much as i ever had sex with until i met Charon. Both of them were boyfriends, guys i loved or thought i loved. Oh my, what has become of me?!

She hands me a camera and i'm dismissed. Today i can't have sex anymore, my pussy hurts much too much, so i head home. The next day i still can't sit without difficulties. After work i pass by a bar and look in. Several guys are having a beer before they go home. 'Why not start now' i think and enter the bar. One of the guys sits alone at the bar and i walk up to him. We start to talk, but i'm not interested in smalltalk. With a blushing face i bluntly ask him whether he wants to go to my place and have some fun.
„No, I don't fuck whores, I got a wife back home i love very much.“
'I'm not a whore' i want to reply. But then i get aware that that's exactly what i am. I put a bill on the bar and leave, deeply blushed and embarassed.
At home i place an ad on an internet dating site. „Slut needs to be fucked“ and an email-adress. Five minutes after i posted it i get the first email: „I'll fuck you senseless, bitch. Call me“ followed by a number. Dunno if i should call that guy. I do and we make an appointment for the next day, at my place. He arrives early, a heavyset guy with a moustache. I already told him about the camera and that i need to film him, so i just set up the camera, film him saying he's going to fuck me, undress and join him on the bed.
I don't feel anything, it's just mechanical movement, no feeling, nothing. I guess that's what it is for a whore too. He seems to be satisfied, though. He gets up, gathers his clothes and with a „that was a nice fuck, bye“ he's gone. After a shower i go to bed, but find no sleep. I get up again and check the mail. The inbox is full. I reply to some and call one guy, setting up a date for the next day.

This one is huge, at least 6'4'', and muscular. After the filming he roughly pushes me onto the bed and starts to fuck me furiously. When he cums i give him another five minutes lying beside me until i tell him to go. He turns around, jumps on me, pinning my arms above me with one hand and shouts at me. „What? What did you say, whore? We're not thru yet, did you think i come here to fuck you and then i go again? No, you filthy cunt, we're not thru yet.“ I just lie there while he fucks me another time.
Then he gets up and deletes the film on the camera, while i curl up in a ball and hug my knees, praying that he wont hurt me. „Fucking cunt, don't ever play with me again.“ And then he's gone.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I screwed two guys and got only one on tape. Moreover, i've been raped and beaten too. Thank God i saved the first guy on my laptop. But that's not going to work like this, i need to find some other place to screw the guys. And i need to have more than just one date a day.
I manage to film two more guys until Saturday. One is just pure luck, it's a young guy with UPS who happens to deliver a parcel on Friday, just before lunchbreak. My boss is already gone for lunch, so i just ask him if he wants to fuck. He's dumbfounded, but only for a couple of seconds. He fucks me on the desk, it's all over in five minutes.
I'm still terribly behind my goal, though. Both guys i met Friday refused to being filmed, despite having agreed on it on the phone. If i keep fucking the guys at that rate, i'm toast. I'll have to think of a better, safer and faster way to get those twenty guys on film.
While getting ready Saturday morning and later on the way to Charon i think of my situation. I'm truly a whore. I don't do it for money, i do it for a face in a film saying „I'm going to fuck Zoe because she needs to be fucked.“ And unlike a whore, i actually spend money to get them on film. I decided to meet the guys in a hotel, after what happened with that asshole on wednesday i'm not eager to meet them at my place anymore. Trying to fulfill Charon's command costs me quite some money for hotel rooms. But i have no choice, right?

When Charon opens the door, i hold out the DVD to her. She hugs me and kisses me and then she inserts the DVD and asks me about my week.

MissConfused

11-18-2008, 09:34 AM

“Let’s see your DVD Zoe.” She starts to cry while she explains she fucked eight men and only three of them allowed themselves to be taped.
“You will wear out your pussy at this rate” I tell her. “Have you thought about fucking three to four men at once? There is no limit to how many men you can fuck at a time. You just need to fuck twenty men.”
It appears this thought had not occurred to her.

While she is changing into her maid’s uniform I remind her that the last step in her punishment is to be sold at the slave auction in four weeks. I remind her she may quit at any time, I will release her from my servitude.

I tell Zoe the auction is not pleasant. You will be sold to another master or mistress and for forty-eight hours you will be their possession.
Typically your temporary master will do things to you that they will not do to their own slave.

I was sold three years ago when I was still a slave. I tell Zoe the story about it. I was purchased by someone who was believed to be a master.
He and his friends had purchased me as a fuck-toy at a weekend party. They all seemed to be college aged so I at first believed I would only spend one night there being fucked by a group of frat-boys.

It turned into far more than that. The first two guys fucked my mouth and my pussy at the same time. This was only the beginning. Over the next forty hours I was fucked at least thirty times by one to three men at the same time. I counted thirty or more times that I was fucked by a cock.
God only knows how many times I was fucked by beer bottles and something else I couldn’t identify. I only knew it hurt like hell when it was shoved into my ass.

On Sunday when they were done fucking me they laid a plastic sheet on the floor and ordered me to lay on it. They then stood around and peed and spit on me.
When at last they were finished one of them handed me a t-shirt to wear and said “get out of our house you dirty slut.”

I had nothing to wear but the t-shirt and did not have any money on me with which to call my master. I walked down a busy street until I came to a convenience store. I begged a woman there to call my master’s phone number and tell him where I was. Then I sat on the curb and pulled the t-shirt as far down as I could to try and cover myself, then I cried uncontrollably. Shortly thereafter master arrived to pick me up and drive me to his house.
I explained to him what had happened while I showered and then asked him a giant favor; “please release me from your servitude. I never want to be a slave again!”

Master was kind and he released me. Word quickly spread through-out the BDSM community and all efforts were taken to prevent the master impersonator from obtaining another slave.

“Zoe I warn you to think about this. VERY few of the slave’s experiences go like this but you are expected to do anything your temporary master or mistress demands of you.
Think about this while you fuck all of these men, I will make you take the last step and be sold at auction.
If you feel you can’t do this then stop now.”

When Zoe was at last in her maid’s uniform I locked the belt around her waist again and locked her left wrist to the belt.
As I left to go shopping I told her I may be a long time today. If I am not done when she finished she was to leave. I told her the key was frozen in an ice cube.
She was to go to the freezer and remove the cube and thaw it. Then free herself and leave.

As I left I knew I would not be back in time, I had planned it that way…

lucy

11-18-2008, 03:12 PM

She's a devil, Charon is. First she tells me in detail about her ordeal as a slave auctioned to some college students, and then she tells me not to think about it. Yeah, sure...
Images of myself chained to a cold stone wall in a dungeon haunt me. I'm naked, there are dozens of men and women touching me, probing me, sticking their fingers inside me, squeezing my tits, slapping my butt. Just to estimate how much i'm worth. They comment on me too, 'looks like a good fuck, this one', 'I bet she's great to fuck in the ass', such kind of things. Just as Charon said: I'm an object, a merchandise. Nobody gives a damn about me, i'm only a body, a fucktoy. And once again my pussy betrays me, i can feel it getting wet, the blood pooling between my legs. And why does Charon keep talking about releasing me? Does she really question my determination to be her slave, to remain her slave?

But first i need to fuck those 20 guys. Or rather, the 17 left. But time is running through my fingers like sand. Maybe i should indeed make arrangements for a „gangbang“. The thought makes me shudder. Furthermore i don't have an idea how i should go about that. Well, today i'm with my Mistress, i can think about such things another time.
I go at her apartment with fervour and clean everything i just can think of cleaning. I don't realize how fast time passes, only when i almost pass out from hunger do i look at the clock to see that it's already 5 pm. Five? Shouldn't Charon be back already? I look into the fridge but don't find anything besides orange juice and loads of wine. In a cupboard i find some crackers and eat them standing in the kitchen. Then i get back to cleaning again. A good hour later i'm getting aware that i just try to postbone the moment when i'm done cleaning. There isn't anything left to clean. Everything is shiny, clean as can be.
I go take the key to the cuff out of the freezer and put the iceblock under the hot water. With the cuff unlocked i strip. In my stockings and nothing else i think again. I don't want to go. I want to be here, with Mistress. But where is she? It's seven. I call her cellphone but it's switched off.
I put on my dress and head out, sad and disappointed. I was hoping to spend some time with her. Oh well, i can just as well go and try to get another guy in my bed. This time i'm smarter and hit on three guys together. I down a couple of drinks with them and then we all head to my place to get the cam and on to the place of one of the guys. There they all look into the camera and state that they're going to fuck me. And then they do exactly that, the whole night.

MissConfused

11-19-2008, 09:33 AM

I walk by my apartment on the other side of the street to see if the lights are off before returning.
Yes, they are off and the apartment is dark, Zoe must finally be gone and I can return to my apartment.
It has been terribly hard to stay away, I wanted to return so many times.
Then as I cross the street I see Zoe dashing out of the building. At first I want to call out to her but I know I can’t and I duck back to the other side of the street.
It doesn’t appear she saw me as she heads down the street.
Her punishment is as hard on me as I assume it is on her. I remind myself sometimes punishment can be emotional as well as physical.

Finally when she is gone from sight I cross the street and enter my apartment.
Good lord the apartment is unbelievably clean.
For a slob like myself to live in such a sparkling clean apartment is a treat as well as unusual. She is truly a good slave.

I’m not sure how much longer I can wait to hear her cry as I spank her and mount her with a strapon.
Even more than that I can not wait to have her head between my legs.
These thoughts have gotten me extremely wet. I head to my bedroom closet and find my favorite toy.
As I get into bed I keep thinking “maybe next weekend Zoe…”

lucy

11-20-2008, 02:43 AM

The guys turn out to be really decent ones. When they all had their fun with me on the rug in the living room they get beer and snacks, one rolls a joint and the last one hands me a large t-shirt asking „So why exactly do you need us on film? Wanna talk about it?“
„Not really, no.“
„Aww, c'mon, sweetie! Want some pot?“
„Hmm, yeah, why not.“ I drag heavily on the joint, inhale and immediately explode in a coughing fit. They all laugh at me. I take another drag, and then yet another. I get up and head for the bathroom and then to the kitchen to get some juice. The guy who asked me joins me there.
„So, what's that all about? You seem to be troubled and worried? You sure talking about it doesn't help?“
No, i'm not. And why shouldn't i tell him? It can't get any worse, can it?
„I've got to have sex with twenty different guys and i need to have them all on tape. Within the next three weeks.“
Silence, he just stares at me, forgetting his beer and the joint.
„You mean you have to screw 20 guys? But, why?“
„Oh my... well, see... i serve a Mistress, clean her house, do all kinds of things for her, like please her sexually. I'm her slave, to make it short. And she's given me the task to fuck 20 guys and have them on film within a month.“ He keeps on staring at me.
„But why?“
„I dunno. To test my dedication to her? To humiliate me? Dunno, really. Can i have some more of that?“ He hands me the joint. „Thanks, by the way, i'm Zoe, but i guess you could call me slut too...“
„I'm Neil, pleased to meet you“, pointing with his thumb he adds „those two are Ben and Jake. Ok, so you are a slave and have a task. Well, to each his own... But why do you do it?“
Now that's an easy question. „Because if i don't do it, she won't be my Mistress anymore. But i don't want that to happen. I love her.“
„Wow. That must be what they call true love.“ I smile at him. „Yeah, i guess that's it.“
„Well, thanks for the fucking, was real nice. If you want to go now, I can give you a lift.“
„Nah, you can't, you're drunk and stoned. Just like me.“ Besides, i don't want to go home and be all alone for the rest of the weekend.
„Could i, ummm, i mean, could i sleep here?“
„Yeah, sure. There's an empty room upstairs, the second to the left. “
He tells me that it's his parents house, but that they're away on vacations until next Saturday.
We head back to the living room.
I look at them, sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but boxers, young, strong, muscular. And without really thinking about it i grab the cam, hand it to Ben, tell him to film me and get down on my knees to pull Jake's shorts down. Getting him hard doesn't take too long, getting him to cum in my mouth neither. Then it's Ben's turn and finally i suck off Neil. Then we're all spent and exhausted, they are sprawled on the couch, me sitting on the floor.
When i wake up i'm lying in a bed, neatly tucked under the sheets. My head is a bit aching, but otherwise i'm fine. When i remember last night i don't feel remorse or shame. Not even humiliation. It's like it was completely normal to fuck and suck three guys. It's probably what sluts do, and i am a slut. There's no denying that. I get up and realize i'm in a girl's room, likely Neils sister's. In the bathroom i find a new toothbrush and a fresh towel. He's really nice, Neil is.
Showered and refreshed i head down, wearing nothing but the t-shirt. Neil is sitting at the table, having breakfast. Ben and Jake seem to have left.
„Good morning, gorgeous. Did you sleep well?“
„Yes, thanks. Where are my clothes?“ He points to the pile on the floor, where i left them. I grab them and start to get dressed.
„Have some coffee and breakfast.“
„Nah, thanks, but i need to go.“
„And i need to talk to you, so please have a seat and some coffee.“
Well, i don't really have to go and some coffee and breakfast won't hurt. I sit down and get aware that i'm terribly hungry.
„Ok, listen, i have thought about your situation. I think i can help you.“
„Help me? How could you help me?“
„You need to fuck another fourteen guys, right?“
„Yeah, thanks for reminding me.“
„Ok, well, now, judging from last night I'd say you're pretty determined to comply with your 'Mistress' command, right?“
„Yes, that's right.“ I look at him. He grins, but in a nice sort of way.
„So, here's my proposal: I'm captain of our college's football team. You know how many guys play in a football team?“ I don't have an idea, but it was a obviously a rhetorical question, he doesn't wait for an answer. „Enough to take care of your problem, that's for sure. And believe me, they would all happily help you to fulfill your task, hehehe.“
I laugh too „yeah, i bet.“
„So what i've been thinking is: You stay here, I call some of them, say, five, they come here and this evening you have already screwed eleven guys. If you want, you come back here Tuesday to screw another 5 and the rest on Thursday.“ I must be staring at him in disbelief.
„Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. Just trying to be helpful.“ He seems genuinely concerned.
„No, no. I'm not offended. I mean, well, i, umm...“
„Ok, sorry, it was a bad idea. Should of known it...“
„No, it isn't. It's a brilliant idea. I... well, i just don't know if i'm up to that. I mean, fucking five guys in one day.“ I feel myself blushing. „Or six, since i guess you want to be 'paid' too.“
He grins broadly. „To be honest, that thought had crossed my mind. So, should i start calling them?“
I tell him that i need to think it over for a couple of minutes and he is decent enough to leave me alone to do that. What would Charon say if i showed up next Saturday, two weeks early, hand her a DVD and just say „Done, Mistress. 20 guys. Taped and screwed.“? And sucked off, too. Hell, yes, that would be great, and she would be so proud, i'm sure of that. But i'm not even sure if i'm supposed to go there next Saturday. Should i call her and ask, or rather beg?
Just when i find her entry in my cellphone, Neil returns, looking at me expectantly.
„Start calling them, please. Five today, five Tuesday, four Thursday. And make sure they agree on having them taped, will you please?“
„Yes, ma'am.“ Yet another of those awesome grins crosses his face. „Wow. You rock, baby.“

MissConfused

11-20-2008, 10:23 AM

I meet Zoe at the door wearing a warm oversized robe that drags on the floor as I walk. The robe is thick and very warm. I have it wrapped loosely around myself.

Zoe proudly hands me the DVD and says “I have fucked twenty men as you commanded.”
I am both proud and surprised. She accomplished her command in two weeks.
We sit down to watch the video. I notice all of the men are in excellent shape. Teasingly I ask her “did you fuck a football team?” “Yes”
I also notice four of the men are black. I am curious about the saying “once you go black you never go back” so I ask her if it is true. She asks me if it is possible for her to keep a secret to herself. “Yes, you have earned that right.”
We watch the video again, several times.

I tell Zoe to go to the guest bedroom and change into her maid’s uniform. I follow close behind. Once Zoe is naked and before she begins to put on her uniform I command her to face me. I open up my robe to show her I am not wearing anything beneath. She immediately comes to me and we embrace as lovers while I wrap the soft warm robe around her.
We stand there passionately kissing for a long time. I know we must go to bed, my pussy is hot and running with juices.

“Go jump into my bed” I order while I go to the closet and select my favorite toys. I command her to role onto her belly and I cuff her wrists together then bind them to the headboard. I cuff and tie her ankles together and bind them likewise to the footboard. She is trapped in a long straight position just waiting for what is next.

I MUST spank her! I have missed watching her soft flesh quiver under my paddle. Gently I rub her bottom with my hand then instantly I slap her bottom. I spank her two more times before I stop. This time I rub her red bottom and bend over and kiss the red marks.
I want to make love to my slave but I must do so in a position of power. I want her to understand I am her mistress and she is my slave.
I spank her three more times. On the third slap she lets out a whimper of pain, I think she has had enough. I bend over and kiss her sore bottom several times.

I release Zoe’s ankles and tell her to spread her legs. It is time to introduce a new toy. I gently slide a lubed butt plug into her. She resists slightly but finally relaxes and I push the plug all the way in.
I command her to role over onto her back. She watches as I put on my strapon friend. This time I use a medium sized dildo, I know she is already partially stretched by the butt plug and I want to be tender with her this time.
Then I blindfold her. I straddle her body and begin to kiss her lips, slowly at first but shortly we are devouring each other with our mouths.
I slide down to her breasts and bight and lick her nipples until they are very hard.
To Zoe’s surprise I then place nipple clamps on her. I wait to see her reaction but she lets out a gentle sigh, she seems to enjoy them.

Then I do something totally unexpected. Instead of returning to her mouth I slide my tongue between her breasts until I reach her navel. I stop there to lick and nibble her and then continue my journey to her pussy.
What am I doing!? She is my slave. She should be licking my pussy. Without thinking about it more I spread her lips with one finger and slide it into her. I follow the finger with my tongue and probe as deeply as my tongue is able to go.
I’m lost in ecstasy. My finger penetrates her while my tongue licks and nibbles on her wet lips.
Eventually I work my mouth to her clit and begin to lick and suck it, gently at first but then with more passion while my finger finds the target it was searching for.
Unexpectedly a river of cum flows from her. I swallow some of it while the rest flows down my chin. God has she ejaculated? I’ve heard stories about this before but I always thought it was only a myth but here I am covered in her juices.

The sudden rush of her juices awakens me from the trance I was in. Did she cum while I was playing with her? Did she enjoy it? I was so involved in my own world that I forgot to pay any attention to Zoe.
I wipe off my wet face on the sheets and climb back to kiss her.

Now it is my turn. I grab each ankle individually and strap it to the headboard. Zoe is now trapped with her legs spread wide as her wrists and ankles are bound to the headboard. It appears that she still has not completely gotten regained consciousness so while she is still overly content I slide the strapon’s dildo deep into her. There is no resistance since her pussy is running with juices. I ram the dildo in her until my hips grow tired. I wonder if she is okay. Zoe appears to be semi-conscious and she has been uttering and occasionally screams in a loud painful voice.

I am done. I pull the dildo out and release her bonds. She reaches up and grabs me down to her on the mattress. We hold each other very tightly until Zoe, with her blindfold still on slides to my breasts and bights my nipples.
She follows the same path I had taken down her until at last she is at my pussy.
I must have taught Zoe something new as she spreads my lips and slides a finger into me while she licks and bights my lips.
God she is going to do the same thing to me that I did to her. I will find out what she felt.
I feel my face grow as hot as my pussy has grown. I am on fire from both ends. Then a rush of heat flows down my face and onto my neck until it meets the fire that is rushing up from below.
I remember screaming, the next thing I feel is Zoe kissing my face. “Did you enjoy that?” she asks. “Yes I weakly reply, how many long have you been eating me and how many times did I cum?”
“I have been below for at least fifteen minutes and I don’t know how many times you came as your body was thrashing wildly while I was down on you.”

I tell Zoe to go to the bathroom and remove her butt plug while I remove my strapon and clear all the toys from the bed. When she returns she climbs into the bed and we embrace as lovers do until exhausted we both fall asleep.
Hunger awakens me. I notice it is now dark in the apartment. How long did we sleep? It is after nine at night!
I wake Zoe and we both laugh at how long we slept. Both of us are dying of hunger. I tell her to go shower and we will go out to dinner.
She asks me to join her in the shower but I know if I do we will end up in bed again and never have dinner.

At ten at night we are finally sitting at a table in the restaurant. I am so hungry I can eat everything on the menu!

While we wait for our food to arrive Zoe asks “tell me about the slave auction, do I still have to go?”

I explain first that yes she will have to go. I have already put her up for bid and it is a matter of honor that I keep my commitment.

As to her first question I tell her I will explain the auction to her next weekend. “Let’s enjoy ourselves and not worry about what is to come…”

lucy

11-21-2008, 07:08 AM

“I have fucked twenty men as you commanded.” What a crap. It was 21 guys, including the shithead that fucked me twice and deleted the tape and then i fucked Neil 6 times all in all and then there were also countless blowjobs and from all those times i was fucked six were in the ass because my pussy was raw and abraised by Thursday and hurting as hell so i asked the guys to use my backdoor. Not that it was difficult to persuade them...
But it’s over now and there are also nice memories, like of Neil last Sunday eating my pussy on the living room table. Fantastic!

While watching the video she asks about the black guys. Duh. Well, to be honest, they were the same as the others. As far as i’m concerned they could have been purple with pink polka dots, all of them. It’s not like i was enjoying myself too much. For all the fucking i did i didn’t get to have too many orgasms.

But now i’m finally with Mistress again. The rest is history, almost forgotten but for the fact that both my pussy and anus still are pretty tender. When she ties me to the bed i almost start to cry, out of sheer happiness. The spanking feels more like a reward than a punishment. Besides, i’m totally hers, so if i can help fulfill her wishes by providing a butt to spank, that’s all i can ask for. Still, it hurts and i’m glad when it’s over. The butt plug is kinda weird. A strange feeling to have someting inside my butt that just stretches me but doesn’t move. Not painful, not even uncomfortable, just strange. And then Mistress plays with my nipples and suddenly i feel a sharp sting that quickly subsides to a throbbing sensation. Quite nice, actually. I glance at my tits and see clamps attached to them.
When i realize she’s going down on me i can’t believe it. She’s eating my pussy! Yay! She’s great, soooo great, i don’t remember having ever had such intense sensations running through my body. I’m kinda in a trance and only get out of it when Mistress ties my legs to the headboard, spreading me wide open, exposing me completely. She starts to fuck me, wild and rough, her thrusting into my still tender pussy hurts like hell but at the same time i’m also utterly aroused. I’m helpless, bound, blindfolded, completely at her mercy and that is all i want to be: Hers, her slave to satisfy all her needs and desires.
Suddenly she withdraws and unties my wrists and ankles. We’re both panting and kissing and holding. Then i go down on her, trying to lick her as good as she did. Judging from her thrusting, moaning, screaming and pulling my hair i'm doing a good job.

Later we go for dinner and i remember the auction. During the week i was either too tired or too busy to think about it, but now, sitting across from her, still in the aftermath of my (of ours?) uber-orgasm, it comes to my mind. Mistress doesn't answer my question, though. She just says that she's already put me on the list of slaves and that she can't take me off of it anymore. „It's a matter of honor to keep my committment“ are her words. Hmm, yeah, but looking at her i think she's also enjoying the idea immensely. She's probably enjoying to keep me in the dark, worrying about it. But then again, she's right, we should savor our time together and not worry about the future. Finally the food arrives and we're going at it like starved wolves.
„Mistress, what are we going to do now?“ I notice i never call her Charon anymore, it's always „Mistress“. But hey, that's what she is. My Mistress. And i'm happy to be her slave.
While she's still swallowing her last bite i say "i love you Mistress, and i am proud you let me be your slave."

MissConfused

11-21-2008, 09:26 AM

The Sunday before the auction finally arrives. Zoe is cuddled up next to me on the divan while I explain to her how the auction is conducted.

“The auction raises money for a local needy charity. They know how it is raised but they turn a blind eye as they desperately need the $125,000 that the auction typically raises.”

“The bidding starts at $1,500 for a slave. A typical slave sells for $3,000 to $5,000. Slaves with an excellent reputation will sell for more.
Only the best of slaves will sell for $10,000 or more.
Typically the more a master or mistress pays for a slave the more ‘experienced’ they are.”

“The auction will start next Friday at seven pm. You are to be there at five pm so that you can be prepared and placed on inspection for any potential buyer.
You will be naked and open for any ‘inspection’ that a buyer may want.”

“The auction takes places in an auditorium where you will stand by yourself before a crowd of masters and mistresses while you are bid for.
Do your best to look desirable but don’t look like a slut. You want to be sold for $6,000 to $8,000 that is where I would bid and that is where you will find a master similar to me.”

“Once you are sold you will be lead to an offstage sight where you will be wrapped in dark colored cellophane with your arms trapped at your sides.
The master or mistress who purchases you will put on a leash and collar for them to lead you with.”

“A master or mistress may not bid on their own slave so I will not be allowed to purchase you.
Once you are sold you will be taken to your temporary owner’s location for forty eight hours. You MUST follow every command the owner gives you so be prepared for new experiences.
The owner typically does things to their possession that they will not do to their regular slave.”

“Once your owner tires of you they will call me to come pick you up.”

Knowing that I will not see Zoe again for two weeks causes me to become very lonely.
I lead her off to my bedroom so that we may play…

lucy

11-22-2008, 06:07 AM

What a marvelous weekend. What a wonderful, fantastic weekend we had. After she told me about that auction Mistress made sure i didn't have time to worry about it. I'm even allowed to stay for the night. Monday morning is kinda sad. I know i won't see her for two weeks. I linger a bit, trying to postbone the moment i have to go. Mistress doesn't look too happy either.
Then she seems to have an idea. „Do you want something to remember me a couple of days, Zoe? I must warn you, it will hurt very much.“
Huh? What might that be? There is only one way to find out. „Of course i want, Mistress.“
„Good girl, I knew you would say yes. Bend over the table and raise your skirt.“
I do as i'm told while she gets something out of her closet. I don't see what it is, but i can guess it's some kind of whip. She caresses my buttocks, slapping them slightly. Then i hear a „whoosh“ and my but explodes in searing pain. I bite my lips, feel tears well up in my eyes. And again „woosh“. I forget to breathe, i have never felt such an intense pain. I let my skirt fall down over my butt. She puts it back on the small of my back. Again that awful sound of the cane travelling through the air, followed by the excrutiating sting when it lands on my flesh. Panting, tears running down my cheeks i whisper „thank you Mistress“ while she tenderly rubs lotion on my butt.
„Now go, and make me proud.“
We kiss and i leave. The „souvenirs“ last much longer than i expected and every evening i love to look at my butt in the mirror, thinking of my Mistress. Thinking of my Mistress and looking at the marks never fails to get my pussy wet and more than once i find myself with my fingers buried deep inside my cunt, rubbing my clit, watching my backside over my shoulders.

I take Friday off and visit a beauty parlor, to get my hair done, a pedicure and a manicure. Back home i soak in the tub and neatly shave every single hair below my neckline. I'm nervous, anxious, getting afraid of what's to come. Who will buy me? For how much? Will i make my Mistress proud when i am on display? What will he - or will it be a she? - do with me? I hope it's going to be a Master. Serving another Mistress would make me feel like i'm cheating, even when it was Mistress' idea to auction me off for a weekend. Yes, i definitely hope it's a man. But then again, i'm probably more comfortable with a Mistress, since i know that already. Maybe i can better serve a Mistress. Well, there is nothing i can do about it anyway.
At a quarter to four i call a cab. Dressed in my sexiest outfit i hand the driver the adress Mistress had given me on a slip of paper. It looks like a nightclub from outside. I go in and am welcomed by a girl in nothing but heels. And a collar. And a leash attached to it. It's running between her legs and is attached to the collar again in the back of her neck. I must be staring because she reaches up to it and smiles. „Isn't it beautiful? I'm so proud to wear it. I'm Cindy and i'm here to take care of the slaves. Who are you?“ She offers me her hand.
„Oh, excuse me, i didn't want to stare. I'm Zoe. Yes, your collar is beautiful. I wish i had one too.“ She giggles „sure, i bet you will. Just be patient. Now, follow me please.“
She leads me to a backroom and tells me to strip completely but for the high heels.
„Nice. You'll make a good price i think.“
„Thank you.“
Without a moment of hesitation she grabs all my clothes and throws them in a large trash can. „You don't need them anymore.“
Oh well. There goes my nicest bustier.
„There are already some buyers here, so be sure to look your best. Smile, present yourself, be proud to be given the chance to do your Mistress honor.“
I follow her to the main room. Several people are sitting and standing around small tables, holding glasses of champagne, chatting. All of them wear masks over their eyes. I wonder a bit, why would they want to be incognito?
Cindy shackles my wrists to two chains attached to the ceiling, at about the height of my head. „You put your left foot on that pedestal so that everybody can easily explore your pussy and ass. Don't speak unless spoken too. Don't look anyone in the eyes. And remember: Look your best!“
I seem to be the first slave on display. Most of the Masters and Mistresses are looking at me. I thrust out my chest and try not to look too nervous.
A woman is approaching now, scrutinizing my body from head to toe. She doesn't say a word, squeezes my tits, my buttocks, then my tits again, giving my left nipple a painful pinch. I draw in air but don't utter a word. Then she slides a finger between my lips. I know i'm already wet. It's an incredible feeling, to be put at everybody's disposal. I never thought it would be possible, but i'm actually proud to be here, to have that chance to do my Mistress honor. She fingerfucks me for a moment. Then she walks away, never giving me a second glance.
In the meantime, Cindy has shackled a guy next to me. Good looking, although a bit on the small side. I look at him and see he's very nervous. The lady that has inspected me now goes over to him, stroking his dick until it's erect. I stare in fascination as she plays with him like he's a toy. Then i jerk back, when someone roughly slaps my right tit. „Pay attention, cunt.“
A man is standing in front of me, about to inspect me. „I am sorry.“ Smack! He slaps my other breast, hard this time. „I am sorry what?“
„I am sorry, Sir.“
He just grunts and continues to inspect me, thrusting two fingers inside me then has me lick them. „Hmm, you seem to be a good cocksucker. You love to suck cock, do you?“
„Yes Sir.“
Then it's an endless row of people touching me in all places, handling me rough, pinching my tits and my clit to see my reaction. One Master even whacks my thigh with a crop. A yelp escapes my lips and the guy is immediately reprimanded and shown out of the auditorium by a Mistress. She must be the one in charge here. By then there are about ten slaves on display, half of them are guys.

Suddenly, the Mistress who showed the guy with the crop out rings a little bell and everybody takes a seat. The first guy is uncuffed and brought to the front of the stage.
The Mistress then starts to auction him off, but the interest is low and there are not too many offers. He goes for 3'400 $ to a lady clad in black. Well, actually, almost all the Masters are wearing black. There's only one Mistress which doesn't. She wears a beatiful purple robe, with black lining. Like all the others, she wears a mask too. Long, curly blonde hair is falling to the middle of her back.
She's talking to a guy, every once in a while glancing in my direction. Hmm, maybe she will buy me?
I have to wait much longer, the auctioning takes time. The next two guys and the first girl go for over 5'000 dollars each. My foot begins to hurt and i would like to shift my weight to the other one for a change, but don't dare to take it of the footrest. Cindy passes me to uncuff yet another girl, a beautiful petite brunette with perky tits. The Mistress advertises her as very experienced, and from some of the comments i gather that she's been on sale for a couple of times already. Two buyers are offering, they both seem to be willing to spend a lot of money. Finally, one of them buys her for 10'300 dollars, a sum that elicits the crowd a spontaneous applause and lets the girl beam with pride. Like the others she's led away to a backroom.

The last two guys go, then it's my turn. Cindy uncuffs me and leads me to the front of the stage.
„Ladies and gentlemen, here we have another newcomer, a slave only for a couple of weeks, so expect resistance, maybe even misbehaviour. But look at that lovely tits, those lips, made to be wrapped around a cock.“ I'm ordered to turn around, then bend over and spread my asscheeks with my hands. „And that butt. Isn't it calling out to be whipped?“ Some laughter erupts while i turn around again. „But the best thing is how nicely she flushes. A humiliation slut that actually blushes, you just gotta adore that. Now who would pay 1500 bucks to torture and abuse this girl?“
A couple of hands rise and in no time the price is up to five, then six thousand dollars. I'm deeply embarassed and humiliated, but at the same time hoping that the auction lasts much longer, that i will be sold at a high price. The Mistress now spreads my lips, exposing my pink flesh. „C'mon, six thousand for that wet cunt is nothing, who pays more?“
The lady in purple breaks the silence: „Seven!“ she announces, quickly followed by a Master with 7'200. They bid for some time until the guy offers 8'800 and the Mistress obviously thinks that's too much. Damn! Damn! Damn! I already was picturing myself going down on her, burying my face in her pussy, pleasing pleasing pleasing her.
„Nine!“ she finally says. And that's it. I'm sold.

samzum

11-22-2008, 10:25 AM

awsome! we knew Zoe would go for a high price :-) She is that good!

MissConfused

11-22-2008, 12:31 PM

It is a lonely weekend without Zoe. I am enjoying my book and my wine but still I miss her.
I keep wondering how her weekend of servitude is going.
I hope she is being a good slave.
I guess I will have to wait until next weekend when she can enthrall me with the story of her adventure.

lucy

11-22-2008, 02:39 PM

awsome! we knew Zoe would go for a high price :-) She is that good!
hehehe, thanks!
Of course: She might be a pussylicking-, cum-, humiliation- and painslut, but she ain't cheap ;)

dohima

11-22-2008, 10:58 PM

They bid for some time until the guy offers 8'800 and the Mistress obviously thinks that's too much. Damn! Damn! Damn! I already was picturing myself going down on her, burying my face in her pussy, pleasing pleasing pleasing her.
„Nine!“ she finally says. And that's it. I'm sold.

Thanks, Lucy. In this post I could see myself totally in Zoe's place. I loved the caning, and I even wept a bit when the lady in purple bought Zoe after all.

lucy

11-25-2008, 03:14 PM

I'm led to the backroom where my hands are shackled behind my back and a black hood is placed over my head. I'm chained to a ring in the wall and left alone. Standing there i think of what is to come. Well, there isn't a lot to think of. I have no idea, and that doesn't help at all to relax. After a long time i'm untied and led to a car.
„Get in, cunt!“ A male voice? Where's the woman that bought me? I'm roughly pushed forward and fall between the front and the backseats. When i want to get up he says „stay there, that's the perfect place for a cunt like you.“ The drive isn't long, maybe half an hour. I'm pulled out of the car. Nobody says a word. It's cool, and i feel my uncovered nipples stiffening. Then it's down a stair and finally the hood is taken off. There are several people, reclining in comfortable chairs, six i count, three men and three women, all with the same kind of masks over their eyes like they had at the auction. The blonde is standing beside me with a wide padded collar in her hands. She closes it around my neck and pulls down a chain from a ring in the ceiling. This is attached to the collar. She uncuffs my hands and chains them to the collar too, pulling them up until i scream from the pain. Then she takes off my heels, not to my discomfort. She smiles at me „don't be too happy to get out of your shoes. You'll be wanting them back on your feet soon enough. Legs wide apart now, cunt.“ The feet are chained to rings in the floor. She proceeds to get some kind of sawhorse which she pushes between my legs. She turns a crank on the sawhorse until the rough edge is touching my soft flesh between pussy and ass. And then some more, until i have to stand on the tip of my toes. There's now about two or three inches between the sawhorse and my pussy. Finally she puts strong clamps on my nipples and attaches rubber bands to them which she then ties to the sawhorse.
It hurts like hell, and the strain on my nipples forces me to lean forward, which will result in my pussy hitting the sawhorse perfectly. By now i understand what this is all about: I won't be able to stand forever on my toes, but when i want to rest my feet i have to sit on the horse. Not a pleasant thought. Not at all. I start to panic, thrusting against the chains, but all i achieve is a wave of pain shooting through my nipples and breasts. And a slap on my face from my owner.
„I think she needs to be gagged“ says one of the spectators. „Yes, I think so too.“ In no time i have a rubber ball in my mouth, nicely tied to my head. Then they bet. First i don't get it, but then i understand that they are putting bets on how long i can 'ride the horse' until i pass out.
I don't know if i'm happy to be quite in shape. I know this will hurt like nothing before and being fit and in shape will do me no good but only prolongue my agony. My feet are hurting badly now, i feel a cramp in my calf and sit down. The rough wood immediately cuts deep in my flesh. I can't stand the pain for long until i have to get up again.
And down again.
And up.
And down.
Up.
Down.
The spectators seem to enjoy it, they holler and shout and call me every degrading name i never could think of. I'm covered in sweat, screaming and begging and pleading, but of course to no avail. All that can be heard are inarticulate grunts. My pussy feels as if it's three times the original size and the pain is excruciating. I don't feel my tits anymore, i just hope my nipples will survive this. Then i don't remember anything. „You're not through this yet.“ A pungent smell gets me back to consciousness. Must be smelling salt. „We usually do three rounds. Of course they get shorter and shorter. But also more painful.“ She smacks me hard on my butt, and compared to the pain in my pussy and tits it feels like a caress. She's right, the following two times i faint much faster.

When i awake again, i'm lying on the floor, completely exhausted and glad it's over. Someone gives me a Coke and something to eat. „You need this for the rest of the night.“
Then i'm pulled up and chained spreadeagled to a cross. A guy gets up and walks over towards me. „Good girl, i won the first round and now I get to play with you“ he says, while pushing the gag in my mouth and securing it. Ohh no, they're not through with me yet? Haven't i endured enough already?
He pinches my nipples and elicits a yelp. „Good, very good. By the way, my speciality are needles. I love them. Do you too?“ I shake my head vigorously. „Perfect. There is not sense in torturing somebody who gets off by it, right?“
It is even worse than riding the horse. He sticks needles in my breasts, my nipples and my inner lips. It's just pain, pain, pain. Somewhen i feel how my bladder empties itself. That gives me a short break in which the ballgag is replaced by the rag that they used to clean my piss. And then, at last, he threatens to stick a needle in my clit. That's when i pass out again.

When i wake up i am lying in a bed, tied up like Charon did: My wrists and ankles tied to the headboard. Only there is no headboard, my head is tilted back over the edge of the bed. I see the blonde woman approaching, see her upside down, coming closer. She's naked, and she's even more beautiful than i thought.
„You were great, really great. Beyond my expectations. As a reward you may lick my pussy while my husband fucks both your holes." At this moment i scream out loud when a cock tears into my throbbing, bruised pussy. I keep on screaming, the pain is too much to bear and only her pussy on my face is muffling my screaming.
Oh my god, what have i myself gotten into. It's only the first night, the first couple of hours, and i'm already a sobbing, whimpering and hurting wreck.
But no, i must not think like that. I must go on, do my Mistress honor.
My Mistress. Charon! Where are you?

lucy

11-26-2008, 09:46 AM

Waking up isn’t nice. Still half asleep i try to figure out where i am and why everything hurts so much. Then i remember. The horse. The needles. The fucking. When i try to move, i remember that i’ve been tied in a hogtie after the woman and her husband had satisfied themselves with me. Both wrists and ankles are tied to a spreader bar on my back. It must have been painful when they did it but by now i’m numb and just feel the strain in my muscles and tendons. I’m lying on my side, blindfolded, but at least not gagged. I try to focus on something that doesn’t hurt but that’s not easy. My pussy still throbs and aches, and so does my butt. And both are kinda stretched, full. Oh yeah, right, the Mistress has inserted a plug and a dildo and put me in some kind of harness before they left me for the rest of the night. „Cunts like you need their holes stuffed“ were her last words when she walked out.
I’m lying there for a long time, getting hungry and thirsty. And i desperately need to pee. But i don’t dare to. Besides, i don’t even know if i could, with that large dildo inside my vagina. Finally the Mistress walks in the room, smiling down at me. „Good morning honey. I hope you’re rested and ready for today’s adventures.“ I don’t know if i’m expected to answer, i think i better don’t say anything and avoid risking to say something wrong. But not answering seems to be wrong too. I see a sudden movement and my breast explodes in pain. „If I ask you something I expect an answer.“ She raises the crop again and brings it down, this time across my flank, leaving a welt.
„Yes, Mistress, i am rested and ready.“
She rolls me on my stomach and unties my hands but attaches them again to the collar. My legs are freed and then i’m ordered to get up. I can barely stand, my calves and thighs are hurting from last nights ride. The dildo and plug force me to stand with my legs apart. She attaches a leash to my collar and leads me through the house. It’s large, full of expensive designer stuff. We reach the dining room, where her husband is sitting at the table, eating breakfast and reading the papers, not even glancing at me.
„Eat!“ She pushes me towards the wall.
Huh? Eat what? Where? And how, with my hands chained to the collar behind my back?
Then i see the two bowls on the floor, right next to the wall. One is full of water, the other contains something i cannot identify. I hesitate, thinking 'FUCK! I'M NOT A DOG!!!' but i’m too hungry and too thirsty to resist for long. I get on my knees and have my difficulties not to fall over into the bowls. I lap up the water and eat the stuff, which turns out to be a muesli, and not even a bad one. When i’m finished i just keep kneeling there, not knowing what’s expected of me.
They talk with each other about politics and such things. It’s kinda surreal: I’m kneeling on the floor, naked, my butt and pussy filled to the brink, my body is hurting everywhere, i’ve just eaten out of a bowl, lapped up water like a dog and they are discussing whether GM should be getting a bailout. GM? Bailout? Screw GM, i need a bailout!
Now i definitely NEED to pee and start squirming, but it’s another quarter of an hour until Mistress leads me to the bathroom where i finally am allowed to empty my bladder. With the dildo and butt plug gone, i almost feel human again.
When i'm clean and dry again Mistress leads me down to the dungeon again. While she chains my collar to the ceiling i muster all my courage and ask her why she bought me, and at such a high price.
„First, i know Charon. She wouldn't put you on the auction if she wouldn't deem you worth it. Second, we've seen that movie you starred in. A girl that goes through that to please her Mistress is what everybody's looking for. Now enjoy your time with my husband. It's his turn with you now.“

Once again i'm left alone but this time not for long. The Master appears and announces that he'll be concentrating on my pussy and especially my clit in the next couple of hours. I try to plead and beg but it only gets me a couple of slaps across my cheeks. Then he makes me drink a whole bottle of icecold water and warns me to pee without his permission. Soon i find myself hanging upside down, suspended by my ankles, my head in a harness and tilted back by a rope which in turn is attached to some kind of hook in my butt. The afternoon passes slowly, time must have slowed down. He whips my pussy, pinches my clit, drips wax on it, puts clamps with weights on my tender flesh. After some time it's just pain, pain, PAIN!
I scream and whimper and cry but it seems to only turn it on even more. He fucks my mouth, roughly and if i had something in my stomach i would sure throw up. The way it is, i'm just retching and finally i am glad when he shoots his cum over my face and leaves me for some time. When he returns i beg him to let me pee and to my surprise he yes., But i'm to do it slowly so that every drop of pee is running down my belly, over my tits and finally my face. Yeah, he unfastens my head, just for the occasion. Then i feel a searing pain in my pussy and scream in agony for a long time. I don't know what happened but that was worse than anything before. When i'm calm again he shows me a syringe which is still half full. „Now the other side. You don't need to know what it is. It won't do any permanent damage, it's just painful. But you already know that.“ I start to jerk frantically, trying to get away from that pain. To no avail, of course. This time i pass out, thank God.
When i wake up i'm lying on the floor. Tied up, bruised, hurting. But at least i'm alone. I am too tired and hurting to think properly. I just know that i've still got 24 hours of this nightmare to go through. And a nightmare they are: After some time i hear several voices coming down the stairs. Six people including my buyers. Another bowl is put in front of my face. „Eat. All!“ I obey and when i'm finished it all begins again: Whipping, waxing, the needles, the horse. But this time one of the guests suggests to put Tabasco sauce on the board. Then the men fuck me while i have to eat out the women. All that goes on for a long time and is only interrupted when they give me something to eat and drink. When the guests leave i'm in some sort of trance, i almost don't feel anything anymore, my body is kinda detached from my brain. Or vice versa, it's like my mind is wrapped in some sort of foam rubber. This time i'm left to sleep on the floor, covered in female juices, cum and sweat. And of course with my pussy and butt filled. But this time Mistress picked a vibrator for my pussy. It's humming inside me all night long. But despite that i eventually fall asleep.

Sunday is more of the same, but this time it's Mistress' turn to have fun with me. „Gonna practice a bit with my new whip. Isn't it a beauty?“ She's showing me a large whip, one of those Harrison Ford has in „Indiana Jones“.
„Yes, Mistress. It is beautiful.“ I stare at the whip in horror.
„Did you know that the 'crack' you hear is the end of the whip breaking the sound barrier?“
„No Mistress. I didn't know that.“ 'And i never wanted to know either' i want to add. But then again, i'm not that stupid. Chained to the ceiling again, but this time with my wrists, she starts to whip me, placing her lashes exactly where she wants them most. And i probably least: My nipples, my butt, my pussy, clit and then the inside of my thighs. Every time i'm hit it feels like a piece of flesh is torn out. Then she plays with my pussy until i beg her to let me cum, i'd do anything for her! But she merely laughs and lets me come down again only to bring me to the edge of an orgasm again. It's exhausting, but at least not painfull. Not that i need any more pain, i'm still hurting wherever i can think of. At last she takes the whip again and gives me five lashes for which i have to thank her. I've run out of tears by then and my screams are hoarse and suppressed.
„Now, cunt. Did you enjoy your stay here?“
Omigod. What should i say? I'm sure there will be more whipping and beating if i say no. If i say yes, what then? Will she tell Charon? And will Charon then do the same things to me? Or put me on auction another time? And, the most important question: did i enjoy it? Nah, i didn't. That much i know. It was much too much. And only pain, no love. When Charon hurts me it's different because i know she loves me.
„No, Mistress. I didn't enjoy it.“
„Good. I wouldn't have believed you. And to be honest: I prefer it that way. I didn't pay nine thousand bucks for your pleasure, but for mine. And I must say you were worth every cent. I hope your Mistress puts you up on auction soon again.“
She inserts the vibrator and the butt plug again and secures the harnish before she releases me. I can't stand, i'm too weak so i just crawl after her. She leads me to the car and then we drive off into the night. She stops a hundred yards from my place and turns to me.
„You'll have to walk from here. Your purse with the keys and everything are in your post box. I follow you and make sure you arrive safe. Take care.“
I get out of the car, naked but for the leather straps keeping the dildo and the butt plug in plase. I try to walk and when it works i walk faster. Luckily the street is almost deserted on a Sunday night and i arrive at my place without coming across anyone else.
I watch over my back while i open the post box to take out my purse and see her waving at me. Then she's gone.
In my appartment i collapse on the bed, too tired and wasted to think of a shower. I just manage to punch in Charons number and tell her that i'm back.

MissConfused

11-26-2008, 11:20 AM

Zoe called.
Several times a slave will not come back to their mistress after they have been placed up for auction
I worried that I might never hear from her again.
At the sound of my voice she starts to cry, I cry also.
I ask if she would like to spend the night at my apartment. I know she will be unable to return to work on Monday or Tuesday. “Yes.”

While waiting for Zoe I place fresh silk sheets on the bed and draw up a hot bath.
She arrives just as I am finishing and I lead her to the bathroom. I drop my robe under I am wearing nothing and I start to undress Zoe.
She flinches quite often while I removing her clothes. Once she is naked I see her body is covered with welts from a whip!

I am grateful she can talk. I know of the lady in purple that purchased Zoe. She is known as Stiletto. She has a unique torture, one which no other mistress performs.
A slave is placed on their belly before stiletto while her husband tortures them from behind. The slave is ordered to stretch their tongue out as far as possible. Her husband tortures them until they finally comply.
Once their tongue is thrust forward stiletto steps on their tongue with the heel of her boot!
She forces the heel down until blood flows from the slave’s tongue!
I can not imagine how painful that must be. Whenever I accidently bight my tongue it hurts like hell. I can not imagine the pain of having your tongue stepped on by a stiletto heeled boot?
Then to add further pain she reclines and orders the slave between her legs to eat her.
But Zoe is able to speak so I am confident she didn’t taste stiletto’s heel.

I climb into the tub first and beckon Zoe to join me. She gingerly steps into the tub and sits with her back to me so that it will be easier for me to embrace.
When she is close to me I notice her welts are severe. Some are even bleeding slightly. The welts that are bleeding I know will leave permanent scars.
I start to wash her back softly with a sponge but she flinches in pain whenever I touch a welt.
Instead I soak the sponge with water and then squeeze the water out on her shoulders and let it run down her back.
Cautiously I stroke her back being careful not to touch the welts.

Zoe leans back into me and I wrap my arms around her. It is difficult to find a place I can hold her without causing pain.
Her wounds are numerous.
She starts to cry again. I can tell she is tortured thinking about her weekend. “Would you like to tell me about your weekend?” “Yes”

In between sobs and cries she describes in great detail what happened to her over the weekend. Finally she starts to sleep.
I am both angry and aroused hearing about Zoe’s treatment. Sometimes in a moment of weakness I wish I could be sold as a slave.

I whisper in her ear that she is to spend the night. She sighs and steps out of the bathtub.
When she out I grab a soft towel and begin to dry her off.
At first she is a little uncomfortable with this. She is my slave, she should be drying me off, not me drying her off.
Finally she closes her eyes and relaxes while I finish drying her off.
I grab a bottle of lotion and begin rubbing it on her. She flinches whenever I touch a sore spot.
I notice her breasts are badly bruised so I avoid rubbing them. There are few places I can rub her where it does not hurt.

I finish with the lotion and take her hand and lead her to my bedroom. “Climb into bed and snuggle me as a lover would” I command her.

We finally discover a position in which she can lay with the least amount of pain.
I snuggle my head next to her’s and gently bite her neck.
Then I whisper in her ear “tell me which part of your experience you enjoyed the most…”

lucy

11-27-2008, 05:04 AM

Ohhhh yeeeeeeessss, Mistress kissing and softly biting my neck is exactly what i wanted and needed. I'm relaxing, feel the tension go out of me and my body go slack. I'm still aching and having a hard time to find a position where the pain is bearable. It's slowly getting better, though.
Then she asks me which part i enjoyed most! She's gotta be kidding. Oh hell, yes, how could i forget the pleasure of that guy sticking needles in my nipples? Or how much i enjoyed having weights hanging from my clit? And why did i forget the joys of being watched while i rode the horse? Umm, the horse. That wasn't that bad, after all. At least in the beginning. I begin to think and get aware that there were indeed a couple of things that weren't all that bad. I only get out of my thoughts when Mistress whispers „Zoe? Are you still awake?“
„Yes Mistress. I am sorry, i was thinking. I am too tired and exhausted to sleep.“
„And, what did you enjoy?“
„I enjoyed the time at breakfast. When i had to eat out of the bowl. That was kinda, umm..., well, the way it had to be: Mistress and Master sitting at the table, having breakfast, me on the floor, eating and drinking from bowls like a dog. And of course it was also a break from the pain. I also liked to be lead around the house on a leash. All those things that put me in the right place as a slave.“
„And which of the painful things did you enjoy?“
„Not many, Mistress. Certainly not the needles. And that stuff he incected neither. The whipping was just too much, too intense. Otherwise it was extremely arousing, to stand there, waiting for the next blow, not knowing where she will hit." I think back and feel myself getting moist. Not because of the pain, but thinking of how helpless i was, at the ladies complete mercy.
" Oh, thinking of that whipping, will the welts scar, Mistress? Will i be marked forever?“
I don't like her answer at all and start to cry a little. She tells me i should look at them as trophies, the marks of a true slave. So i am a true slave? Is that what i wanted to become, what i want to be? Yes, as much as i'm fighting this thought, that's it in a nutshell: I'm a slave and it's what i want to be.
„I enjoyed the horse too, because i know the people very much enjoyed watching me. But making me ride it until i passed out the third time was also too much. And finally i enjoyed when they used my body to satisfy themselves.“
„Elaborate on that. Why did you enjoy that?“
„Because i like being fucked, even when it's painful. And because being used is, umm ... it is what i am made for? I mean, that's why i'm a slave, your slave, so i can satisfy you. Or others, if that's your wish.“
„You're learning fast, Zoe. Now try to sleep.“
„Mistress?“
„Yes?“
„Will you put me on auction again?“

subserviant

11-27-2008, 01:52 PM

waiting for the next chapter with batted breath

lucy

11-27-2008, 02:37 PM

Thanks. Believe me, so do i ;)

samzum

11-27-2008, 11:03 PM

:-) mmmm Zoe will dream lots about her weekend. Wonder if Zoe's friend ever goes to one of those auctions .......
waiting ... not to patiently hehe for the next parts :-)

MissConfused

11-28-2008, 09:29 AM

“Will I place her on auction again?” Did she enjoy being sold more than I expected? Does she truly enjoy torture?
I explain that the auction is a once a year event but we do occasionally have parties to enjoy and swap slaves for the evening.
Also for the first time in my life I am jealous of someone else commanding my slave.
I know my master Jon has other slaves and I am not bothered by that but sharing my Zoe is painful to think of.
My heart aches at the thought.

It is Sunday evening and I must get some sleep. I would let Zoe stay with me Monday but I must travel on business this evening until Friday.
I tell Zoe she must go home for the week but to be here promptly at ten next Saturday.
All week I think of Zoe’s request to be sold again. As the week wears on the pain in my heart starts to subside.

Saturday morning she arrives at my apartment. She is wearing jeans and a sweater.
My apartment needs cleaning but I have other plans in mind. I order her to strip while I get a length of rope. She faces me as I tightly tie a crotch rope on her. I am particularly careful to tie knots in the rope at the most sensitive locations.
I order her to get dressed again “no panties.”
We are going shop-PING, one of my favorite things to do.

But first if she wishes to be marked as a slave we will first stop at a tattoo parlor. I have a special tattoo in mind for her.
I explain to the artist that I want him to tattoo butterfly wings on either side of her pussy. Her lips are to be the butterfly’s body.
Whenever someone looks at her I want them to see a gorgeous butterfly.
He says they would be glad to do the tattoo but it must be done by a female artist and she is off today.
I don’t want to wait. I reach into my back pocket and pull out money. I hold up a $100 bill and ask him if he would reconsider. He tells me he wants to do the tattoo so badly that he would gladly do it for free. But if he were caught tattooing a woman’s pussy he could lose his license.
I hold another $100 bill in front of him. I can tell he is getting more interested in tattooing Zoe but her still protests. “Like I said if someone walked in and caught me tattooing her pussy I could lose my license!”
I look around and see we are the only people in the shop. I wave another $100 bill in front of him. He starts to grab the $300 but stops and says once again that he would lose his license if he were caught.
“Are you hungry for lunch?” I ask. “Not really.” I suggest to him that if his shop were locked and closed for his lunch-break no one would walk into the store.
He grabs the $300 from my hand and locks the front door to his shop, he also turns off the ‘OPEN’ sign.

Zoe undresses and starts to lay down on the table when he notices the crotch rope. “I can’t do a tattoo with that in place.” I kneel in front of her and untie her rope. I glance at his crotch and notice a large bulge. To tease him further when I stand up I take a moment to give Zoe a deep passionate kiss. I imagine he is about to cum in his jeans.
After forty-five minutes he is done. I look at her tattoo and see it is as beautiful as I expected. I am tempted to give her a kiss and a lick but I know we will be doing that later.

Then we go shopping for Zoe. She is walking very softly. I imagine her pussy is raging with sensations from the tattoo and the rope.
I want to buy her more tight exposing clothes for when we go clubbing but I also want her to have sexy but modest clothes to wear when we go to dinner or brunch.
We stop at several stores where I follow Zoe into the dressing room to help her try on clothes and see how she looks.
At one store I notice her rope is askew so I kneel in front of her to adjust the rope. From outside the dressing room it is very clear I am kneeling at her. The dressing room attendant bangs on the door and says “that is not allowed in here!” I slip a $20 bill through the crack of the door which she snatches up quickly and walks away.

Zoe and I have a big laugh. Did she think I was going down on Zoe in the dressing room?!
At the last store when we finish shopping we are loaded down with packages. I ask the concierge if he would arrange to have our packages delivered to my apartment at five.

I still have one more store I want to stop at.
We enter the Christine’s Adult Only shop. I want to buy Zoe some special clothes. She mentioned that she wore a harness over her weekend. We shop for harnesses. I find one that wraps around her torso and thighs but leaves her breasts and pussy open for playing.
We go into the dressing room to try it on her. I like it very much and instruct her to step into the shop where we can examine the harness in the mirror.
The shop is full of people, mostly men, but she doesn’t hesitate for one moment. Zoe follows me out of the dressing room and parades around the store in her harness and nothing else. It draws approving looks so I decide we will buy it.

I also want to see her in a tight latex dress. We find one that hangs low on her shoulders and is too short to cover her bottom very well. I buy that for her as well.
I also buy her a new collar that can be locked in the back and some new nipple clamps.
One other thing catches my eye; it is a metal butt plug. It is larger than the one I already have. I grab it and a bottle of lubricant and we go back into the dressing room.
Once again I have to remove her crotch rope, I think it is more of an inconvenience for me than it is for her. She bends over and I slide the large plug into her. Zoe stands straight with a little effort and I retie her rope.

We walk out to the cashier to pay for our purchases. I also had the cashier the price tag from the plug. I explain that she decided to wear it home and give her a wink.

We get home just a few minutes ahead of the delivery boy with our packages. I tell Zoe to strip and get ready for our night out when the doorbell rings. I know it is the delivery boy so I hand her a $20 bill and tell her to go open the door.
Once again she does so with no hesitation. The delivery boy is awestruck. It takes him a minute to finally speak. He brings our packages inside and Zoe attempts to hand him the $20. He refuses to accept it, it is clear he has received his best tip ever.

Time to get dressed for our night out. I tell Zoe to put on her harness and I help her with the nipple clamps. Damn! the dress is too tight to wear over the harness! I wanted her to wear it. She pulls on the super tight dress with some effort. WOW!
I put her new collar on her and lock it in back. I have one more idea; can we put on the nipple clamps under the dress? It is low cut enough that I believe we can. I run the chain on the clamps through the ring in front on her collar and tighten on the other clamp.
I like the look. The super tight dress clearly outlines the clamps and the chain up to her collar displays she is obedient.

DAMN! I really wanted Zoe to wear her harness in public. The black leather and silver buckles look extremely hot on her. I am tempted to tell her to wear her harness and nothing else but I know she must wear a dress.
Then I have a fantastic ides; I will have her wear her harness over her skin tight dress. God it looks hot when she has it on over her dress. The black latex covered by her black leather harness with the shiny buckles make her look so sexy I am tempted to grab her and drag her into my bedroom.
Then to finish off the look I also place three small padlocks along the back of the harness. She is clearly my slave tonight and no one else will get her.

We go to the first club and have several drinks sitting at the bar. As you have guessed we are approached by every man in the club.
Some look dejected as we dismiss them, some swear at us.
I am feeling loose and want to dance so Zoe and I hit the dance floor. Once again we are surrounded by men. I decide it is time to give them a real show so when the music slows down a little bit I reach over and embrace Zoe. We stand there passionately kissing for a minute.

NOW we have really drawn a crowd of men, and a few women.
We repeat our performance at all of the other clubs we visit with the same results. Hmmm I don’t know who is hornier, myself or Zoe or all the people watching us.
It is three in the morning and we are finally tired. I tell her let’s go home and we pour ourselves into a cab.

Once we get home I find more energy. I unlock her from the harness and tell her to strip. Once she is naked I lock her back into the harness. I noticed there are several ways I can grab onto the harness to manipulate her body.

Once in bed we start to play again…

lucy

11-29-2008, 06:00 AM

Pheeeew! I'm glad to hear that the auction is only once a year. I was really worried she would put me on auction again some time soon. Not that it was all bad, but it definitely was too much.
Anyway, now i'm here with her and that's what counts. It's all i want, all i need. I had hoped i could stay with her some more, but she's away on business. The rest of the week is uneventful, apart from the fact that i get a warning by my boss to concentrate more on the job again. He asks me whether i have problems with my boyfriend. My boyfriend? It seems like a hundred years since i caught that jerk cheating on me. He's not even history anymore.
Saturday i pack the maid's uniform to clean her apartment wearing it but Charon wants to go on a shopping spree.

When Mistress stops at a tattoo parlor, i'm almost freaking out. No! No friggin' tattoo! So far i have never seen a tattoo in all my life that i liked. I don't want some crap inked into my skin for the rest of my life! But when i look at Mistress pleadingly she doesn't even pay attention. Finally she bribes the guy into doing it and i undress. Spreading my legs and exposing my pussy has by now become rather normal. It's not my pussy anymore anyway, according to Mistress. "You're merely looking after it for me, like you look after the rest of your body for me. It all is my property" she said once.
The tattoing hurts, but not too bad. I'm aware that my lips are moist and i'm equally aware that both the tattoo artist and Charon see that i'm aroused.
Finally i can look at the tat in the mirror. It's just WOW!!! Uber-cool. I open and close my legs and can't take my eyes from it until Mistress orders me to put on my clothes again.

During the following shopping and especially while walking i'm constantly on the brink of an orgasm, the rope, the sweet pain from the fresh tattoo and of course the thought of that beautifull butterfly adorning my pussy are almost too much.
Mistress is unstoppable, she buys me dresses and shoes and stuff, all sexy, some of them almost indecent. Then she directs me to that adult shop and has me walking around naked in the shop to show off the harness. I flush a little when i see the people staring at me in the harness, but Mistress' approving looks make it easy to forget about that.
When we head out again i'm just the happiest person on earth.
She bought me a collar!!! Whoohooo!!!
Unfortunately she doesn't let me wear it on the way home, but instead inserts that butt plug. Walking isn't easy anymore, but we arrive soon enough at her place. I expect her to jump onto me right away, but she wants to go out clubbing. In that latex dress where my pussy lips and slit are neatly displayed, especially with the harness pushing them outward. And nipple clamps, attached to the collar for everybody to see. Well, how about writing "slave" on my forehead? That would be more or less the same. But to my surprise, it doesn't bother me. Well, not too much anyway. So what if people realize i'm Mistress' slave? It's what i am, it's what i want to be, if she wants to present me to the whole world as being her slave, then that's it. It's just perfect the way it is.

While dancing she kisses me often and passionately and my pussy is soaked in my juices underneath the latex. I'm as horny as can be. At the time we leave i'm only hornyness, all my body is screaming for sex, sex and more sex.
Back in her appartment she puts me in the harness naked and cuffs my hands to it on my back. Then she roughly throws me on the bed, face up, and fucks herself on my face like she did the night we met for the first time. However, this time running away doesn't even cross my mind. I'm her fucktoy, after all.

MissConfused

11-29-2008, 10:08 AM

It is almost five in the morning. We have been partying and fucking all night long.
I am exhausted but there is one last thing I want to do. I get my strapon, using a large dildo.
Zoe has a smile on her face as I climb above her. Her smile soon becomes concern as she sees me applying lube to the dildo. I wouldn’t need any lubrication to slide into her dripping wet pussy.
I lean forward and start to slide the dildo into her ass. I want to watch her face as she is painfully fucked. I enjoy the strained and painful look in her face as I fuck her harder and harder. I think I even see a small tear run down her cheek, I needed to see her in pain.

When I am satisfied I have fucked her hard enough I pull out the dildo and toss the strapon to the side of the bed.
I should get up and fetch the keys to her locks. I’m sure she would sleep much better if she were not bound, but I am tired and she is my slave and it is so late, I just lie down and go to sleep. Zoe can sleep as she is.

It is almost noon when I wake up and I am hungry. I get up to shower while I leave Zoe bound. Once I have finished with my shower I order her to shower and fix me breakfast/lunch.

She fixes a very nice meal. I guess the time we spent at the deli yesterday was a good idea.
She prepares two plates and starts to sit down next to me. “What do you think you are doing? Did I say you could sit with me?”
I order her to remove all of her clothes and place her leather belt on and lock it. Then I lock both of her wrists to her sides. I command her lie down face-up on the counter. While she is getting in position I open a nice bottle of wine.

Once she is reclined I take the plates and remove the food from them. I carefully place the food on her. One serving of food on her belly and one on her chest. She gets a smile on her face, I’m sure she knows what is next.
I start to enjoy my meal off of my human plate. I also make sure to feed Zoe, I know she must be as famished as I am.
Feeding her bites of our feast is exciting. I feel myself getting warm as I am sure she must be.
I take a sip of wine and start to pour some into her mouth but I spill it over her face. Good wine should not be wasted so I lean over and lick as much of it off her face as I can.
I have a wonderful idea. I take a mouthful of wine and lean over Zoe’s lips. I pry gently on her them and she opens her mouth.
Then I lean over to kiss her and let the wine from my mouth spill into her mouth. God that is arousing. I can tell she enjoys it too. I drink another mouthful of wine and lean over again to spill it into Zoe’s mouth. This is too sexy. This time we spend several minutes kissing.

I act as if I am still hungry but it is not food I lust for. I continue to feed Zoe while I am eating. I know this has gotten her extremely aroused. Her nipples are more erect than I have ever seen before. I grow tired of my fork and start to eat food directly off her body with my mouth and tongue.

I need another drink of wine as I know Zoe does. We share several more mouthfuls of wine. I need another taste to quench my thirst and I slide my tongue down her torso until I am between her legs.
I take a moment to admire her butterfly. It is beautiful and I know I will enjoy seeing it many, many times.

Gently I slide a long finger into her and spread her lips with my tongue. It doesn’t take too long before her body jerks and she lets out a large moan. I am still thirsty for her so I continue until my thirst is quenched.

When finally I am done I get another drink of wine. The next few drinks are only for me although I see her licking her lips.
“OH well” I think and I share several mouthfuls of wine with her again.

What a mess she is. I am feeling domestic so I wash my own “plate.”
I make sure to rub her belly enough to make her laugh and then I finish with her nipples.

I am too wet and horny by this “breakfast.” I help Zoe off of the counter and tell her to go to my bed and wait for me. I do not remove her binds.

"So she likes needles" I think as I walk into the room to satisfy my desires...

MissConfused

11-29-2008, 03:52 PM

:-) mmmm Zoe will dream lots about her weekend. Wonder if Zoe's friend ever goes to one of those auctions .......
waiting ... not to patiently hehe for the next parts :-)

I have been auctioned before did you read the story?
I was raped by a dozen or more immature young men

lucy

11-30-2008, 01:13 PM

Ooohhhh yeeesss, that fooling around with the food was just my thing. Much nicer than having my butt assaulted with that huge dildo. That was in fact quite painful, i still can feel it. But seeing how it pleased Mistress to use me in that way was making up for all the pain. And i really liked sleeping in my restraints, even if it wasn't all that comfortable.
The foodplay has got me dripping wet. It was just so funny, dirty and sexy. I wonder what will follow now. I kneel on the bed, legs spread wide, arms at my side. Well, where else would they be? Mistress joins me in the bedroom, turning something in her hand. I can't make out what it is. She pushes me back and ties my legs to the bedposts, spreading them as much as possible. Then she just looks at me, smiling.
„Hmm, your butterfly is adorable. Do you love it too?
„Yes Mistress, i love it very much.“
She proceeds to fix a rope on the collar and tying it to the headboard, pulling it tight.

She straddles me and looks in my eyes. „So you said you like needles, huh?“
„Noooo! Please, Mistress! No needles!“
„Shut up! Begging wont help you.“
„But i don't like them, don't like them at all. Pleeeeaaase!“
She slaps my breast, hard, then pinches the nipple even harder.
„I told you to shut up. So do it.“
I finally shut up while she climbs off of me. When she returns she carries a used panty which she stuffs in my mouth, securing it with a leather strap.
„You'll be punished for talking without permission. But first we're gonna have some real fun.“
My eyes widen with horror when she finally shows me what she was carrying in her hand: A little box, full of needles in all sizes.
I fight against the ropes holding me in place. But of course i fight to no avail at all.

MissConfused

12-01-2008, 04:07 PM

God I am dripping!
I’ve never done anything like this although I have fantasized about it before. Now it is going to happen!
My face and breasts are burning with heat, I am sure I am glowing red, I’m almost too excited to continue.

Zoe saw the box of needles I have in my hand. I went to the pharmacy and bought a large variety of hypodermic needles. I have a size for every part of Zoe.
I still can’t believe I’m going to do this. I am going to hurt her harder than I ever have before but I am far too excited to stop.

She is gagged and can not speak, I am feeling power I have never felt before. I lean over and whisper in her ear “remember your safety word is daffodil.
But you won’t be able to use it with the gag in your mouth.” I straighten up and give her a wicked smile.
I think this is the first time I have seen real terror in her eyes.

“Daffodil” I think, I believe she would like flowers. I pull out the first needle and stab it into her breast! She doesn’t jump until the needle penetrates her flesh. I believe she thought it wouldn’t hurt so much.
She starts to try and fight to get free as I sit on top of her. It is difficult to get the next needles in and I am getting furious with her.
I grab her nipple hard and pull it towards me. This pain makes her stop. “If you move I will take my largest needle and stab it directly into your nipple!” This threat causes her you remain still.

I grab the next needle and push it into her. She involuntarily flinches. I imagine the pain is intense. Little drops of blood are seeping out of her wounds. I take a cloth and wipe it away.
Then it is time for the next needle and the next.
When I am done the needles look like rays of the sun. There are six rays with two needles in each of them. Twelve needles total in her breast.
I grab the next needle and pierce her other breast. Tears are running down her cheeks. I can feel her body tense with every needle I pierce her with.
I am enjoying this way too much. When did I cross this boundary? I can’t stop. I finish placing needles in Zoe’s breast until it looks like the first one.
Twelve needles in each breast, how beautiful.

I don’t feel satisfied yet. I take another out of the box and grab Zoe’s nipple tightly between my fingers. I pull it forward and before she has a chance to respond I stab the needle sideways through her nipple!
She is trying so hard to scream but the gag keeps her quiet. Tears flow from her eyes, she looks at me for mercy but I feel none.
I grab a second needle and stab it through her other nipple.
I decide that now her breasts look beautiful.

I still haven’t satisfied my lust to hurt Zoe. What is wrong with me? Why am I doing this to a slave that I love so? I only know I can’t stop yet.

I grab a large needle out of the box and show it to her. I slide my tongue down her body until I am tickling her butterfly with my tongue.

I decide I must hurt her now before I let my emotions overtake me.
I grab her lips as well as I can but they are extremely wet. With my other hand I try to drive the needle through her two lips.
She is terrified! Zoe thrashes about as hard as she possibly can. I can’t get the needle through her lips! I fight for several minutes to get a strong hold of her and pierce her with the large needle.
I can’t do it. In the meantime I have become enraged with Zoe’s thrashing about. I raise my hand and slap her pussy several times as hard as I can!

Finally she settles down when she feels my mouth on her. I am sucking on her clit. This is calming her down and she is immensely enjoying it THE FOOL!
I reach with my hand and spread her lips while I gently rub her clit.
I bring forward the needle and lightly stab her. She starts to panic again but I am much too angry to put up with her fighting.

I scratch the point of the needle across her clit and she bucks even harder. I imagine the pain must be horrible. I stop with the needle and look at her face. She is soaked in tears. I keep wondering why am I doing this to someone I love so.
I warn her to lay still or I will scratch her even harder. In fear she lays back and tries to be as still as possible.

I rub her again gently this time. The scratch from the needle is crimson and I believe very painful. As I rub she tries to relax, her clit is growing larger under my finger.

In a moment of pure anger I grab the needle and thrust it part way into her clit then pull it out!
There is blood running from the puncture! She is screaming and thrashing about as best as she can.

I look at Zoe in horrendous pain and become shocked and terrified of myself. How could I have done this to her!

I am numb from this experience. I walk to the living room and crawl into a fetal position on the divan and fall asleep leaving Zoe bound on the bed.

After several hours I awaken and cry at the thought of what I have done. Where did this monster in me come from?
I walk back to the bedroom to see Zoe asleep. I don’t know what to do. I untie her wrists and she wakes up. I am still mortified at my behavior. I want to caress her and clean her wounds but I know I can’t.
After I release her wrists I order her to free her feet then shower after she removes the needles that are still in her breasts.
I walk out of the room and return to the divan.

I am terrified at what I have done. Surprisingly I hear a voice inside of me telling me this was a very good thing.
I smile at the thought that I may do it again someday…

lucy

12-02-2008, 07:22 AM

I'm truly terrified when she gags me and makes that joke about the safeword, grinning devilishly down at me. I thrash wildly against the ropes and scream into the gag, but her smile just gets broader. When she's climbing on top of me i see something in her eyes i have never seen before. Cruelty, a coldness that makes me shiver, a feral lust to hurt.
She starts to insert the needles in my breast and it it's just as painful like the other time, when i was at that other place. The pain is the same, but the emotions are much worse. Back then i knew i was in for the worst. Here, with Mistress, i thought i was safe. I thought i can trust her to hurt me, but to respect some kind of unspoken boundary. After all, i never considered to make use of the safeword since she told me about it for the first time. But i realize she is about to step across that unspoken boundary and there is nothing i can do to stop her.
I try not to move and not to scream. I know thrashing and screaming are uselesse when i look at her expression. She won't stop with what she's doing because of me, but only when she has satisfied her own needs and desires. But my trying doesn't help, my body bucks and thrashes wildly on it's own, tears i never wanted to cry are running down my cheeks.

Looking back the needles she stuck in my tits were a piece of cake. When she tries to grip my inner lips to pierce them i really put up a fight. I only settle down to accept my fate when she slaps me several times hard on my pussy. Oh how i would love to present my pussy, to thrust it out so that she can slap it or whip it. But not the needles. I almost pass out when she sticks it into my clit. When the haze of pain subsides i realize i'm alone. Still tied to the bed, but alone. I raise my head and see that the needles in my breasts are still in their place. I don't even wanna now if there is one sticking in my clit. She actually stuck a needle in my clit!!!

I'm furious with rage and anger for a long time, trying to call her, pulling on the ropes. But either she left the apartment or she's not listening. Finally the anger is replaced by tiredness and i fall asleep. Sleep is the wrong word though, it's some kind of nightmare-infested halfsleep, and when Mistress starts to untie me i first don't realize that it's reality.
She just unties my hands and tells me to do the rest myself, then leaves me alone again. Does she regret what she has done? Is she ashamed of herself, or just afraid to talk about what happened? Finally i'm done with pulling the needles out of my tits and i step in the shower. I ponder what to do while sitting on the enamel for a long time , the water hitting my shoulders and back.
Dried off but not bothering with clothes i head to the living room. I'm still angry enough to not need the cover of clothing. Charon will realize that there is not only Zoe the slave, but also a Zoe who knows what she wants and what she wasn't. And sometimes is even determined enough to stand up and fight.
„Charon. We need to talk. Now!“

MissConfused

12-02-2008, 09:07 AM

I sit on the divan with my legs pulled up under me. “What have I done?”
Why did a part of me enjoy it so much. “I love my Zoe why would I hurt her so?”
I think to myself “maybe I should set her free so that I never hurt her in such a way again.” I’m not completely sure I won’t do such a painful thing again.

She walks into the room naked. I hope she will cuddle up to me.
Instead she barks out that we need to talk right now…

lucy

12-02-2008, 03:53 PM

When i walk up to her i see that she's uneasy. Her legs pulled up, her eyes averting mine she really looks like she's regretting what she has done. My anger melts away in a matter of seconds. Damn, i love her too much, i can't even be angry at her. Instead of standing in front of her and demanding an excuse or at least an explanation, i find myself on the divan beside her, wrapping my legs around her and holding her in my arms. Between kissing her throat i just whisper „please, don't do that ever again.“
Mistress relaxes and begins to enjoy my caressing, and finally she says that she had this overwhelming desire to hurt me.
„I don't complain about the pain, Mistress. But please, give me the chance to end it. I endured much worse during the weekend i was auctioned off to this couple. I think i can take a lot of pain, but i need to know that i can end it. Please. You know that i won't abuse the safeword.“
She doesn't answer on that, though. I open a button on her blouse, then another one, all the time kissing and caressing her neck and throat. Her full breasts are so soft and yummy. I let go of her and push her down on her back. Slowly undressing her i kiss and lick my way down from her throat to her breast, sucking her nipples, biting them.
„Harder!“ she moans. I bite on her nipple, pulling it out until i hear her inhaling sharply. My left hand is on her inner thigh, pushing her leg upward until it rests on the back of the sofa. The right is squeezing the breast, now pinching the nipple. I think it must be quite painfull, but to my surprise she just moans and orders me to squeeze and bite more. All the time playing with her tit i kiss her belly, then the bellybutton, my kisses tracing a direct line to her throbbing pussy. My fingers don't meet no resistance when i slide inside her and begin to fuck her fast and hard with two fingers. She roughly grabs two handfulls of my hair and directs my tongue to her clit. But licking is not what i have in mind. At least not all. When the clit is fully erect i start to nibble it, then the nibbling becomes biting, but still she doesn't push me way or tell me to stop. Instead, she begins to moan loader, little screams escape her lips.
The thought of fistfucking Mistress crosses my mind. I've never experienced that, only read about it. But no, she's my Mistress, i can't fistfuck her, that is out of the question. So i keep biting her clit and fingerfucking her, going easy when she's about to come until finally she orders me to make her cum. And cum she does, hard, with bucking hips and clenching her fists on my hair.
When she finally relaxes i push up her legs to lick all her juices off of her. Seeing her cute asshole i regret to be a woman for the first time in my life. No matter who's the Mistress and who's the slave, if i had a cock; i would fuck her butt right now.

MissConfused

12-03-2008, 09:27 AM

Zoe forgave me, but I still have a lust for pain.
Her only request is that she be allowed to use her safe-word when necessary.
I explain to her how we can also have a safe-signal for the times she is gagged.
I promise I will always stop when she asks me to.

Then OH GOD! she fucked me like she never has before!
I don’t know how many times I came, but I am dizzy and weak. Her tongue is magical today.
Did the pain bring out new powers in her.

But my lust for pain grows stronger every time Zoe licks my clit. I know I can’t ask her BUT there must be more pain.
I sit up and Zoe I embrace and kiss passionately for several minutes.
There must be more pain. I can not resist!
I pull my head back and look eye to eye with Zoe.
How will she react to my request?

I look down at Zoe’s beautifully bruised breasts and in a soft voice I whisper “PLEASE hurt me!”
She strokes my hair for a minute then stands and takes me by the hand into the bedroom…

lucy

12-04-2008, 08:18 AM

What the... Me? Hurting my Mistress? Why should i do something like that? And how? I'm genuinely confused and at a loss. The thought of me hurting her has never crossed my mind. I sit there, holding my Mistress and think. And think. What should i do? She's my Mistress, i'm not supposed to inflict pain on her. But then again, she asked me to. Or ordered me, although i'm not sure if „PLEASE hurt me“ qualifies as an order.
And what if i end up liking it? When i get off by whipping my Mistress? Will our relationship ever be the same again? Can i top her now and then slip back into being a slave as if nothing has happened?
I hesitantly get up and lead her to the bedroom. What to do now? I tell her to lie on her back and tie her to the bed, spreadeagled, with two cushions under her butt. Oh my god, she's so beautiful. Her full breasts, stretched almost flat now, the lovely hips, her silky mound, the slit i love so much, the lips slightly parted, exposing the pink petals of her inner labia... I don't want to hurt her. I want to devour her, taste her body, feel her soft skin on my lips, her wetness on my tongue... I turn away and fetch a silk cloth to blindfold her.
„Please, Mistress, just say 'stop' and i will stop immediately.“ She nods her head.
Hurt her, well, if it really has to be ... but how? I walk over to the „toy-closet“ but don't see anything i'd like to use. Floggers, whips, dildoes, clamps ... it all seems inappropriate. I turn back and climb onto the bed, looking at Mistress. And then it finally hits me. I lie on top of her and begin to kiss her throat, kissing harder and turn the kissing into biting, slowly sliding down to her breasts. I suck her breast gently but suddenly let it go to bury me incisors deep in the soft flesh her flank. She's bucking underneath me and a little scream escapes her lips. I see that i left a red mark, the imprints my teeth have left are already filling with blood beneath the skin.
I resume to suck on her breasts, but not for long. I start to bite her torso hard, on both sides. The marks look nice, she will have a reminder for several days to come. Mistress is moaning and her moaning doubles when i start to rub her pussy with my breast. But she wanted to be hurt, so i slide further down, giving her clit only two, three quick flicks with the tongue.
Hmmm, her inner thighs are so soft and smooth, and she's so helpless. I caress them with mouth and tongue and hands. When she's moving with the rythm of my caresses, i bite her hard again. This time it was a bit too much, i taste blood on my tongue, her scream in my ears. I wait for her to stop me, but once again she doesn't say a word.
„Are you ok, Mistress?“
„Of course I am, silly!“
I don't know how many times or how long i bite her, but her thighs are covered with marks from my teeth, a couple of them are oozing a little blood. I suck it all off, lick the small wounds and then i make her cum once again, biting and sucking her clit. She's covered in sweat, her body is flushed where i have bitten her, and she is even more gorgeous now than before.
I go get something to drink and hold her head while she drinks the water. Taking a couple of big gulps myself, i keep looking at her, devouring the sight of her splayed on the bed, her pussy thrust upward by the cushions...
Ohmigod, i love her so much...
But i didn't bring only water from the kitchen. Holding the candle carefully i sit on her pelvis and softly rub my pussy against hers. Hmmm. Now how's that, a slave fucking herself on her Mistress' pussy...
The first drop of wax hits her completely unprepared. She yelps, but again, no 'stop'. The wax falls on her breasts, her belly, she flinches and wiggles and moans and i keep fucking myself on her, moaning and groaning and then i get in some kind of frenzy, lean back and start to let the wax drip on both our pussies at the same time. It hurts, but the pain almost doesn't register, i lower the candle and it hurts more and then the flame almost touches our pussies and it is really hurting now but still she doesn't stop me and then i can't take it anymore and blow the candle out and lie on my back, breathing heavily, rubbing, pinching, tweezing both our throbbing, sore clits until we orgasm.
I lie between her legs, panting and sweating, for a long time. Finally i climb on top of her again and ask her if it was good and whether she had enough.
„You were wonderful, but please go on. I need more pain.“ Oh my. I really had hoped she'd be satisfied by now. It wasn't all that bad to hurt her, especially the wax part, but now i really don't know what else i should do.
„I'll be right back with you, Mistress“ i say and go to the bathroom. On the way back i see an ordinary rubber band lying on a dresser. Hmm. Those sure hurt when my older brothers shot them at each other. Or at my butt.
I guess it will hurt pretty bad when it hits directly on a very sensitive body part, without the danger of doing damage. But before i head back to the bedroom i call some pizza delivery. I'm starved, and i'm sure Mistress will be hungry too, once we're finished.
I look at myself in the mirror when i return to the bedroom, twisting and turning the rubber band in my hand. The smile on my face definitely would qualify as 'wicked'. Hmm, i do enjoy this, a bit at least. But i know it's only playing, as soon as Mistress is untied, i'll be her slave again. Nah, wrong, i'm her slave now, i'm just doing what she wants me to do. Like any good slave would.
Kneeling between her legs i untie the blindfold, kissing her on her full lips.
„This one will really hurt. At least i think so. So, better be prepared.“ She cranes her neck to look what i hold in my hand, but i don't let her see it. I carefully part her labia, stretch the rubber band and let it smack on her left lip. She howls and i regret not to have her gagged. I don't like to hear my Mistress howling. Anyway, i'll just have to live with it.
'Smack'. Her other lip. This time i stretched the band even more. She bucks and wiggles against her restraints.
„You know where the next will land, right, Mistress? Do you want me to continue?“
This will really hurt, and she knows it. She nods her head and tries to relax. 'Relax'. Pfff, as if one can relax when one knows that sometime in the very near future there will be unbearable pain. Crap.
You don't relax in such a situation. You're just tense, anxious, worried, maybe a wee little tiny bit expectant. But definitely not relaxed. At least i am not. But still, i tried to relax too, in her situation. To no avail, though.
I stretch the rubber band as far as it would go.
'SMACK'
I hear her howl in agony, a couple of tears running down her cheeks, and then i untie her and kiss her tears away and i hold her and we kiss. And i'm her slave and she's my Mistress. And that's the way it will always be.

MissConfused

12-04-2008, 01:13 PM

Oh the pain was ecstatic, my body is electric with sensations.
Zoe caused me such pleasure that I never expected she could. I must never lose this slave no matter what it takes to keep her.

I lay on the bed with Zoe’s head nestled on my stomach. I stroke her hair and think dirty thoughts. We MUST fuck!
Then the doorbell rings. Who the hell is that!?
Zoe explains that she ordered a pizza. I am tempted to tell her to ignore it, maybe they’ll go away. No, I can’t do that. I order her to go to the shoebox and take out money. “Be sure to tip him $10 and you must remain naked” I instruct her.
She returns to the bed a few minutes later with the food. I ask her if the delivery boy enjoyed his extra special tip. “It was a delivery girl” Zoe tells me “and she smiled at me!” Well Zoe is certainly becoming confident in herself.

God I really hate pizza but Zoe is happy about ordering dinner so I eat a few bites. I really don’t want to take another bite but I am feeling playful. When Zoe takes her next bite I reach over and shove her hand into her face. Her face is covered with tomato sauce and all the toppings.
She looks startled but that doesn’t last long. She quickly grabs another piece of pizza and rubs it all over my breasts. FOOD FIGHT!
Eventually we stop playing when we are both covered in pizza parts and my silk sheets are stained beyond repair. Oh it is so much fun licking the pizza off of each other. Maybe I enjoy pizza after all.

Once we both exhaust each other with our tongues we take a hot bubble bath. I know we will never get clean in the bathtub as we bring each other to several orgasms.
STOP! I command. My body can not take any more. I instruct Zoe to take a shower BY HERSELF. I want to join her but I know what will happen if I do.

It is late Sunday night when we finally are both clean and cuddling on the divan.
I have so much work to do! I brought several reports home with me from the office. If I tell Zoe to leave now I can probably finish reading them by two in the morning.
“Go” I tell her “I have work I must complete.”
She has a hurt look on her face. Did she think she could stay forever? She is my slave and I expect her to do as I command.
The thought crosses my mind, perhaps Zoe should move in with me. It would be nice to have a slave to come home to after the typical day at work. It would be so nice to have someone rub my feet at the end of the day and relieve my stress.
This is a thought for later. I need to test her a few more times before I command her to move in with me.

Be back nest Saturday at ten I remind her as she gets dressed.

On Monday I take the silk sheets to the cleaners. I tell the man behind the counter why there are red stains all over the sheets.
I doubt he believes the reason I give him for the stains. He tells me he will do his best to remove them.
I imagine he is sniffing the stains after I leave to see if he can smell the special scents of a woman. Won’t he be disappointed when all he smells is tomato sauce.

MissConfused

12-04-2008, 04:11 PM

Zoe appears promptly at ten in the morning. Good I was afraid she forgot her training. I am wearing my floor length terry cloth robe again with nothing underneath. I follow her into the second bedroom while she is getting dressed in her maid’s uniform.
Once again I stop her when she is completely naked and call her to me where I open my robe and wrap it around us.
She is so warm next to my skin. I am tempted to order her to my bed but my apartment needs cleaning.
I am feeling a bit mischievous so I order Zoe to remain naked while I place the leather locking belt around her waist. Then I lock both of her wrists to her sides and order her to go stand in front of the window facing the alley-way again.
“Let me know if anyone spots you” I order her. Soon she says the same group of four young men are looking at her and waving. She says one is holding up a sign. I walk over to see what it says but am unable to make it out.
While I am trying to read the sign I notice there are actually several men in several windows leering at Zoe.
One of the older men has his cock in his hand and is masturbating while watching her!

Enough! My apartment needs cleaning. I call Zoe back to the bedroom and release her from the belt. She puts on her maid’s uniform and starts to clean my apartment while I enjoy my book.
After two hours it appears she is done. She asks for permission to remove her uniform, I of course tell her no. I have other plans in mind.
She and I put on our coats and prepare to go shopping. Zoe’s coat barely covers her bottom and it definitely does not cover her garter and nylons. She looks like a French maid who is barelyyyy covered.

We head out the door and go to the grocer’s. There are several items I need. Of course Zoe must carry the packages.
Once we are finished at the grocer’s we head to the deli. She is heavily loaded down with packages and occasionally must lean over to regrasp them. Everyone is getting a splendid view of her bottom.

I notice the mother’s of some young children are getting upset. I can understand so I finish up our shopping and load Zoe down with all the packages then we head home to my apartment.

Finally back at the apartment I am famished. I order Zoe to prepare a lunch from the delights I purchased at the deli. While she is preparing lunch I open a bottle of wine and fetch the leather waist belt.
I order her to remove her clothing and once again I lock her in the belt with her wrists locked to her sides.
“Hop onto your stool” I order her and delightfully I proceed to feed her lunch. I remember how much I enjoyed sharing wine with her previously so I sip a mouthful of wine and lean forward to spill it into Zoe’s mouth.
She remembers well and swallows the wine spilling only one drop.
We share our lunch this way; I feed Zoe and she eagerly swallows and occasionally we share a mouthful of wine.
This is heaven!

But she must be taught she is still a slave.
I order her off the stool and command her to kiss my feet while I think.
Eventually I have her rise and lead her into my bedroom.
My mind is out of new ideas so I revert to old proven methods. I stretch her spread eagle on her belly on the bed. Then I whip her, not only her bottom but her back as well, until her body is crimson.
Then I release just one of her ankles so that she has some room to move, just enough room for her to raise her hips while I mount her with the strapon.

I must come up with new ideas if I wish to keep my slave excited. I still think about commanding her to move into my apartment.
Perhaps if I can be more creative I will order her to share my apartment.

In the meantime there is still the master/slave party coming up in two weeks. I think maybe we should go so that I may come up with new ideas how to treat my Zoe.

It can be a brutal, but exciting party. I need to think if I am willing to subject her to such pain and humiliation again, maybe I am…

lucy

12-05-2008, 09:32 AM

Being dismissed every Sunday evening or early Monday morning sure sucks. It would be nice to be able to wait for Mistress, kneeling behind the door, help her out of the shoes, fetch the paper, massage her feet while she's reclining on the sofa. I'd really love to do that.
So it's back to my 'normal' life. Wednesday i go to the gym with Nicole and when we're showering she sees the scars of the whip on my back and butt. The welts have healed nicely, but now there are several red lines crisscrossing my backside. According to Mistress they will turn pale with time, but they won't ever completely disappear. Oh well, the marks of a slave. Nicole stares at me, wide eyed and curious. I've completely forgotten about them.
„Wow. I see you've been going through some serious sessions, honey.“
„You bet i did. But there were very beautiful moments too.“ I turn around and thrust my pelvis towards her, spreading my legs, to show her the butterfly.
„Cool! That is totally sexy!“ She bends over to take a closer look. At precisely that moment a middle aged lady enters the spa area and looks at us shocked.
„No worries, ma'am, i'm just looking at her beautiful tattoo. It's a butterfly adorning her cunt.“
Giggling we watch her hurrying out again.
Later we have dinner at a restaurant and Nicole tells me about her life as a Domme. I listen, mouth agape and can't help but wonder how it was possible i never knew about it. I mean, she's my best friend since highschool, and i had no clue.
„You never asked and I never told you. To be honest I was afraid you might freak out and wouldn't understand it.“ Yeah, she's probably right about that.
„By the way, if you were my slave I'd have your clit hood pierced and then a bell attached to it. So that you'd be reminded of being my slave with every single step.“
Oh yeah, great. I think i should take care Nicole and Mistress never meet or i'll be in deep trouble.

Then it's finally Saturday and there's more standing at the window naked and shopping in the maid's costume. I'm aware that there are several people watching me at the window, and i'm also aware that every time i stoop to grasp the shopping bags again my butt is in plain view. But it almost doesn't bother me at all, to my surprise. So what if they are looking at me? If that's what Mistress wants, it's fine with me. Not that i actually like it, but pleasing Mistress is much more important than to think about other people. Besides, i think i look good enough not to be ashamed.
Back home we eat and then i kiss her feet. I should do that more often. Maybe i should do it without her asking me. After all, it's very appropriate for me to kiss Mistress' feet and suck her toes. In the bedroom she first whips me and then uses the strapon again. She seems to be a bit distracted, though, in a pensive mood. Something seems to bother her, but she seems reluctant to tell me. I'm told to shower and when i return i find her on the sofa, still distracted. I kneel in fron of her, my head on her lap, softly massaging her feet.
„Is there something you want to talk about, Mistress?“
She doesn't answer at first, just caresses my hair and sighs. „You know, Mistress, i hope, no, i wish i can not only be your slave, but your friend. I would be very honored if you decided to share with me whatever is bothering you.“

MissConfused

12-09-2008, 05:02 PM

I ask Zoe if she has ever thought about becoming my property. Not my slave but a step beyond and become my property.
I explain I will expect much more of her BUT she will also have more freedoms in our relationship. She must not be
my lover although I know that is a hollow promise.

She said she would LOVE to be owned by me. I remind her to think about this very carefully...
Zoe still insists she wants to be my property. I tell her I must brand my property. She seems a little confused at this
until I walk over to one of the kitchen drawers and pull out a small brand that says "MC" for Mistress Charon.
I asked the man at the tattoo and piercing shop to create this for me. It is made of soft metal that will glow red-hot
from the flames of a candle.
I ask Zoe if she is willing to be branded by me. After several minutes she bows her head and says "yes please."
I tell her to bend her bare bottom over the edge of the divan while I light a candle. I hold the brand in the candle's
flame until it glows bright red. Without a moment's hesitation I reach forward and place the red-hot brand on Zoe's
soft beautiful bottom.
She lets out a horrible scream but does not move. I see smoke rise from her burning flesh and can tell by the smoke
and aroma of burning flesh that she is is horrendous pain!

Finally I remove the brand and tell her to stand up. There are streams running down her face of tears yet she never
flinched.
"Sunday you will move your personal items into my apartment. You may not move anything too large to fit into a suitcase.
You will bring no furniture with you. You are now my property and may only have personal items in my apartment."
She seems very upset and concerned about this but that is the life of a mistress' property. She is now one of my possessions,
my most precious and priceless possession, but a possession none the less.
Little does she know that she is the jewel in my heart.

Gleefully I lead Zoe back to my bed where she eagerly buries her face between my legs.
After I have cum several times she finally finishes and curls up at my feet where we both drift off to sleep.
This time is too precious, I will tell her about the slaves party tomorrow
I don't want her fearful of what will come in the future...

lucy

12-11-2008, 08:43 AM

When Mistress says that i will be branded as her property i don't understand her. I can't imagine that she actually is talking about pressing a glowing hot piece of iron on my skin. Only when she finally gets up and fetches the iron, i'm in total turmoil. I can't think properly. The thoughts are whirling around in my head. 'Yes, i want to do it, i want to be her property, forever' mixes and fights with 'No, Zoe, you're nuts, you've got your whole life ahead of you, you want kids, a family, a career, don't do that'. Kids? Family? Career? Do i really want to forgo all that? Is serving and pleasing my Mistress more important than to make my plans for my life come true? There are so many questions i have, so many things to consider, so many thoughts to think. But before i can really start to think i already know what i want right now, and i know i may regret it one day in the future, but still can't help myself. YES! I want to be her property, i need it, crave it. More than anything else.

„Yes, please Mistress, mark me as your property“ i finally whisper.

Then i'm bent over the sofa, my naked butt exposed. I try to brace myself for the pain i know will be terrible. But there is nothing to prepare me for the immense pain shooting through all of my body when she finally presses the iron agains the skin on my buttock. I scream and bite a cushion but it doesn't stop to hurt. I can smell my burning flesh and feel the tears running down my cheeks and almost pass out. Finally she removes the iron again, but of course the pain doesn't stop, not even when Mistress kisses my butt and rubs some ointment on the branding and applies a bandage.
When she tells me to stand up again she wipes away my tears, kissing me. I take her hand and place it between my legs, to show her how slopping wet i have become despite the pain. She smiles at me appraisingly and just to see that expression makes it totally clear that i made the right decision.

„You will move your belongings here tomorrow. You will only bring your personal belongings, no furniture or anything.“ I look up from my daydreaming, startled. What about my apartment, my furniture? She merely laughs at me. „You don't need all that crap anymore. You will get rid of everything next week. Wait, i've gotta think about that first. Maybe i want you not to be here at all times and having another place for you might come handy.“ I almost start to argue with her, but then i remember that there is now a large MC burned onto my butt and that this MC means that i'm her property. And although i'm not used to being a property yet and don't understand all the implications this has on my life, one thing is pretty clear: As a possession of Mistress i'm in no position to argue. So i just nod my head and follow her to the bedroom where i do what is expected of me: Doing my duty and pleasing her in every way she wants.

While i'm lying curled up at her feet i think of the future: Will Mistress allow me to keep on working or does she want me to stay home all the time? Will she give me away to others, lend me out to other Masters and Mistresses? Will she put me on auction again or show me off at parties? Maybe let others have their way with me while she's watching me?

I don't find sleep for a long time, and it's not because the branding still hurts. I'm afraid and happy, worried and satisfied, all simultaneously.
Sunday i prepare breakfast and when i want to sit on the chair i'm told that i should eat on the floor. Oh my, that suits me fine, i don't think i can sit on my buttock for the next couple of days anway. I wonder how i will work tomorrow.
Then i go to my apartment and pack two suitcases: Clothes, a few personal items, some books. Duh, all my life is in two suitcases. I'm sure travelling light these days.

MissConfused

12-11-2008, 09:56 AM

“My Zoe, my property, my possession” I think over and over. Have I possibly taken on too
large a role? What will I do with her? What will her responsibilities be?

She returns with her suitcases. I am delighted to see her return. I hadn’t explained to
her that she will have more freedom as my property. She can leave me at anytime but if
she does she will never be forgiven or allowed to return. Her life will be like that of a cat;
while she is in my apartment her only task will be to please me. But like a cat she may escape whenever she wishes only never to return.

While she was gone I decide she will live in the second bedroom. I wonder if I am treating
her too well. The bedroom is comfortably appointed, it also has its own bathroom. I suspect this room is possibly nicer than her apartment.
I inform her this is her room and instruct her to put the items from her suitcases where she wishes.
“You will stay in this room when I do not want to be bothered by you or when I am on a trip for business.
You will only enter my bedroom when I want you or when you are cleaning.”

The list of her duties as my property are lengthy. I spend several hours explaining to her what she must do.
Her number one duty is to meet me at the door every evening when I return. She is to be
properly dressed in a manner that pleases me.
I expect her to do whatever is necessary to relieve me of my stress from the day.

One of my commands scares her. I tell her one day I will grow tired of her or will decide to
pursue other dreams in my life. If I meet Mr. Right I will get rid of her.
“You are my property and I take excellent care of my belongings. I expect you to attend college during the
hours I am not at home. As my property I will be responsible for all your expenses.”
I tell her there are several times that I feel intellectually superior to her. I expect her to
join in conversations with me that stimulate me. She does an excellent job of stimulating
my body but she must stimulate my mind as well.
I remind her that one day I will get rid of her and I feel responsible that she be prepared
to survive in the world.

“Put on your nicest lingerie and come to my bedroom for a spanking.” Her body actually
trembles in fear. “Relax my Zoe, I was teasing you. You have experienced enough pain for this weekend.
My mind is busy with thoughts of you. I want my body to take control of me
so that my mind may rest.
Before you prepare dinner I expect you to make me cum several times.”

In between orgasms I keep thinking about next weekend’s party. Do I want to subject
her to the pain and humiliation that slaves suffer at these parties?
I think yes I do as I want to show off my newest possession…

MissConfused

12-14-2008, 01:52 PM

Don't get excited, this is just a test

lucy

12-14-2008, 03:01 PM

(much better ;) )

So i'm 'owned property', told what to do, what to wear, where to go and maybe even when to finally leave. There's a lot of rules i have to follow, but i don't think i'll have problems with many of them. But when she mentions the possibility of sending me away in case she finds someone else i freak out a bit. I don't want to be dismissed.
But what really pisses me off for a moment is that she wants me to go to college. Duh, i finished university, i got a job, i'm rather good at it and if it doesn't run too smooth at work right now it's only because i'm either too distracted or can't sit on my bottom.
Anyway. That's peanuts compared to everything else: I can stay with Mistress, live at her place, serve her and that's all i want right now.

And serve her is what i do. With tongue, teeth, fingers and vibrator, until she just can't anymore. It's so nice to make her cum, to see her losing control and become all exstatic. I think i have satisfied her and maybe i'm allowed to cum too. But when i ask her she says „No, you don't cum today. But if you keep pouting I might whip your ass.“

MissConfused

12-15-2008, 08:31 AM

Zoe was so happy when she first moved in. I love having my slave here all the time. But occasionally she is difficult to deal with.
When she is being difficult she must be whipped.
I hate whipping her bottom right now as her brand is still red and appears to be sore but whip her I must, she is still learning about being my property.

I decide we shall go to this weekend’s BDSM party.
The slaves arrive first by themselves, remove their clothes and sit in a corner of the room.
There is an elevated stage in the middle of the room that allows all members of the audience to see what acts are being performed.
The masters and mistresses arrive later by their self.
The purpose is to ensure no one knows who owns which slave.

Slave’s names and written on a piece of paper and placed in a bowl. The same is done with the names of the masters and mistresses.
First a name of a slave is drawn then a master’s name is drawn. They both come onto the stage where the slave submits to a master’s commands.
A master may not perform with their own slave.
There are no safety words! If a slave runs away from the stage, as has happened in the past, the master is disgraced amongst their peers.
There is a twenty minute time limit on each performance as there are several masters and slaves at the party and all wish to have their turn.

After the party is finished the slaves are dismissed to return to their residence and the masters and mistresses have their own party, usually lasting well into the next day.

As the night progresses several couples both male and female are called to the stage to perform the master’s commands.
The masters act quickly since their time is limited. Some commands are terribly brutal.
Several of the slaves cry for mercy but of course none is coming. Their begging for mercy only arouses the masters and the audience.

Finally Zoe’s name is called. As she walks toward the stage a master’s name is called. The master called must be someone new as I have never heard of him before.
His name is “Torture.” It is very vain to give yourself such a name. He is either a beginner in the BDSM world or he is a very experienced master.
He removes his shirt and walks onto the stage. His arms and torso are covered with tattoos of Chinese symbols. Obviously he is very proud of them as he is making every effort to display them to everyone.

He orders Zoe to stand with her hands clasped above her head. Then he proceeds to whip her. “How blasé” I think to myself. He is an amateur and Zoe will be getting off easy with this fool commanding her.
But he gets a little more daring; he place nipples clamps on her while he continues to whip her. I think he needs to stop before he clumsily hurts Zoe.
Finally he is finished with the whip and puts it away only to return with large hypodermic needles. Uh-oh this master may know what he is doing.

He removes the nipple clamps and grabs Zoe’s left nipple. In one fast smooth move he pierces her nipple horizontally with the needle.
Then he grabs another needle and pierces her nipple vertically. She now has two large needles piercing her nipple. He grabs her right nipple and does the same.

He then orders Zoe to lay down on her back with her legs spread wide open while he grabs other items.
He returns with a set of ben-wa balls and another needle. A chill of horror runs through me when I notice it is a suturing needle with a length of suture material attached.
He shoves the balls into Zoe with ease. It appears she is very excited and wet.
He then takes the needle and proceeds to sew Zoe’s two pussy lips together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Torture is sewing her pussy closed with the ben-wa balls inside her!!!!!!!!
I look to her face. She is crying yet she doesn’t move or beg for mercy. I am terrified at the act being performed on her and at the same time proud of her for she is enduring the most painful command of the party.

He finishes sewing her lips completely together. Her pussy is completely sewn shut!!!!!!!!!
Torture dismisses her and she returns to the corner with the other slaves. They all gather around her and hug her as she continues to cry.
I can only imagine how excruciating the pain must be.

The next names are called. A stunning beautiful Asian slave with golden skin walks onto the stage as my name is called.
I am still furious at Torture for the way he treated my slave. As I have her turn around so that I may see her body better I notice a tattoo on her bottom. It also is a Chinese symbol.
It is identical to one of the tattoos on Torture’s body. She MUST be his slave. I have his slave naked in front of me!
The time for retribution is now!

Although she is innocent of the way her master treated Zoe she must pay for what he did.
My mind reels with thoughts of how I can introduce her to new levels of pain…

lucy

12-16-2008, 05:39 AM

While i kneel in the corner, waiting for the Masters and Mistresses to arrive and settle in i start to talk to a Chinese girl. She explains how it all works. She also tells me that usually it's not as bad as one would expect. Slaves must not be „damaged permanently“, for example. Whatever that means. I don't want to be damaged at all, not by someone i have never seen in my life. With Mistress, that's different, of course. But the thought of going up on the stage and have some man or woman do terrible things to me isn't my idea of a party. Or wasn't, maybe i better get used to the idea, and who knows, considering what i have come to like in the past months, i even might enjoy it.
But i sure hope that Mistress gets to play with me. Alas, my hope soon dies when i'm told that this won't happen.
„A Master or a Mistress will not play with her own slave“ the girl says. „I'm glad, because i know what my Master will do tonight.“
„You do? Did he tell you?“
„Yes, he wanted to do it with me, but then he said he rather will use a slave here for that, and believe me, i was very relieved, but also a bit sad.“
I know i shouldn't ask her, but there's nothing i can do about it, i'm too curious. „Please, tell me.“
„If he gets to play with a girl he's going to sew her cunt shut.“
I must have stared at her for a full minute, mouth agape. I mean, how sick can you be? Sewing somebody's pussy shut? I quickly count the slaves and figure out that i have a one in nine chance to experience exactly this. Given my luck, it's probably a one in one chance.
„Oh my God. That's gross. Is he always that cruel?“
„Yes, Master is a true sadist. He calls himself Torture. He said if he likes it he will do it with me too.“
„And you're sad he doesn't do it with your pussy?“
„Yes, a little bit.“ Once again i stare at her, but she doesn't say anymore so i shut up too.

When all the Dominants have arrived, the playing starts. Most of the slaves watch what's happening on stage, but i can't stop thinking about what the chinese girl told me. It's enough to hear them scream and beg for mercy. To no avail, of course. This is not some consentual fooling around, this is real tough playing. I look at Mistress Charon most of the time, but she almost never glances in my direction. The slaves who return from the stage are being treated and helped by us others. Time passes slow, much too slow, and i should go to the toilet. I ask one of the Masters if that's possible. To my surprise it's no problem, so i slip out for a minute and just get back in time to hear my name being called. The chinese girl gives me a light slap on my asscheek, smiling at me. „Be a good girl, make your Mistress proud of you.“ I meekly smile back.

I walk to the stage and stand there naked, waiting for what's to come. And of course waiting for a Master or Mistress to have his or her way with me. When the name is announced, i almost faint. My knees are trembling and if i hadn't gone to pee a minute ago i would be peeing myself right then and there.
„Put your hands above your head, cunt. Hmm, nice boobs, I like them small. And a fresh branding, huh? So you just have been enslaved?
„Yes Sir.“ I barely manage to whisper.
„Perfect. I'll teach you a thing about who owns your cunt. When you go home, you won't touch anything but leave it to your Master or Mistress to take care of you. Got that, cunt?“
„Yes Sir.“ What a creep. He enjoys the fear in my eyes and gives me a hard slap on the branding before he starts to whip my tits and back. Despite the pain i start to enjoy it. Or maybe it's because of the pain. After all, the stinging of the whip lets me forget about what will follow. And i realize i enjoy being watched. Damn, i have become such a dirty slut, i get wet standing naked in front of a crowd, having my tits whipped. I don't even mind being called a cunt anymore. The whiplashes hurt, but not too much. Or maybe i'm so lost in my fear of what's about to come that the pain doesn't get to me anymore. I don't know what's what, there are so many sensations and thoughts running through my body and mind.
But then he puts out the needles and i bite my teeth. Grinning devilishly he drives two of them through each of my tit. I scream and start to cry, but of course that doesn't help at all. I hear people laugh and applaude.

And then it comes, the moment i was so dreading.
„Lie on your back and spread your legs.“
Before he starts he makes sure to show me the needle and the thread. I stare at it in horror and beg him not to do it, but he just laughs at me.
„I always wanted to do that, and your cunt looks like it's perfectly suited to sew it shut. But i want you do enjoy it too, so i will first put some balls into you.“
Then he roughly pushes the balls in. Luckily i'm still wet, but i don't think he would have cared if i had been dry. He pierces my labia and it doesn't hurt as much as i expected. Pulling the thread through the lip is actually worse, especially since he makes a point in pulling the lip outward with the thread. I bite my lips and close my eyes, letting out a scream from time to time. At last he's finished and neatly ties the thread, giving it a yank which sends a wave of pain through my body. Then he wipes the blood on his fingers on my tits.
„It looks great. Your owner should take a couple of pics and post them on the net.“ A last slap on the branding and i'm released.
Ouch! Walking hurts, but not walking hurts too. The other slaves try to comfort me, whispering soothing words. In between i hear the cries of the next slave that's tortured and when i look up i see it's the chinese girl. And my Mistress! She has the same expression on her face she had when i peed in her bed: Anger, rage and of course lust. I wonder what got her in such a state, and i really take pity with the girl, i know how cruel Mistress can be. But i'm too exhausted and too much in pain to pay a lot of attention.

At last the slaves are dismissed. I try to get in my clothes, but with the needles still in my breasts i can only wear the skirt and slip in my coat. The taxi driver looks at my tear stained face enquiringly and asks what's wrong, but i'm in no mood to talk. Back home i immediately undress and head for the bathroom to look at my pussy in the mirror. It indeed looks kinda cool, i have to admit. The inner lips which usually are hidden are pulled outward, the four stitches in each labia close the pussy completely. Then i look at my breasts and the bottom. I'm full of welts, some blood covers my tits and my thighs and the branding is crimson red. And i can't even rub in some lotion, with the needles still stuck in my breasts.
Grabbing a coke and something to eat i try to sit on a blanket behind the door to wait until Mistress returns. But sitting doesn't work. At last i find out that the only position that doesn't hurt too much is lying on the side, legs pulled up. Soon i fall asleep, or rather, i drift off into some kind of pain-wrecked and nightmare-infested slumber from which i awake when i desperately need to pee.

Damn! Damndamndamn!!!

The last thing i want to do is to pee with the holes in my lips still fresh. Besides, i'm not sure if it works at all, my pussy seems to be sewn shut real tight. But i soon realize i wont be able to hold it much longer, so i get up and go to the bathroom. I let out a horrible scream when my pee gets into the punctures of the needle, but dousing my pussy with warm water helps. All that remains is a dull throbbing, not unpleasant, in fact. I feel getting horny and try to rub my clit, but it hurts too much.

I lie down again and this time it's a dreamless sleep. I only wake up when i hear Mistress key turn in the lock.

MissConfused

12-16-2008, 08:32 AM

I try to control my anger and speech but fury is pouring out of me as if I were standing there screaming at this beautiful girl.

I tie her wrists together and order her to hold her arms above her head while I fetch a whip.
I realize I am whipping her too hard but only stop when I notice the clock and see I am running out of time.

I grab a handful of needles and proceed to pierce her breasts in a rapid angry manner. Once I have placed the needles in a star pattern on each breast I grab her nipples and the largest needle available.
It is so large that I have to settle for one needle per nipple.
I pull her nipple out as far as possible and in one motion I pierce the needle through her nipple. She lets out a horrible scream as each needle pierces her nipples.
Unfortunately, fortunately for her, the needle is too large to pierce her with two in each nipple. I think to myself “my Zoe only cried, begged and screamed softly. She is far superior to this slave.
Once I am done with the needles I release her wrist binds and order the weak oriental beauty to lower her arms to her sides and squat down as if she were going to pee.

I grab the whip again and strike her between her legs from the front and the back several times. She is weak, this one jerks and cries everytime the whip hits its target.
I put the whip away and fetch one last needle, a small needle.
I hold it in my right hand being quite sure that she sees it. With my left hand I reach between her legs and search for her clit. I find it and start pulling and twisting. I need to have to have her clit as large as possible for my last act.
She seems to understand what is about to happen as tears run down her terror stricken face.

I am almost out of time so I lower the needle between her legs and grab her clit as hard as I possibly can.
Quickly I run the needle through her clit and leave it there.
She screams so loud that I am sure the windows rattled. Rivers of tears run down her face as she moves her arms and tries to pull the needle out. I slap her across the face and tell her only her master may remove the needle.
She ignores my command and continues to try and remove the needle. I slap her once again as hard as I possibly can. She stops and stands upright. I see further pain in her face, as undoubtedly the tip of the needle is pushing its way into the inside of her leg.
I order her to go sit with the other slaves. She hobbles slowly and carefully until she reaches the corner.

I walk from the stage still full of rage. I watch the final three couples and try to calm down to no avail.

At the party I spend considerable time talking with Stiletto. She informs me that Torture is new to our community. She believes he was kicked out of his old group and after tonight he should be kicked out of our group.
Stiletto warns me that my performance tonight was a little bit over the edge. “You should be careful” she warns me.

During our conversation she mentions that she knows Zoe is my possession. “Will you be putting her up for sale again at the next auction? I will outbid everyone no matter the price to purchase her again.”
I can’t help but plush at the compliment. Zoe has always shown herself to be a superior slave, especially after this night’s party. She seems to have drawn a group of fans.

I leave the party at 3:00 a.m. relatively early.

When I open the door to my apartment I see Zoe laying on the floor. I know she must still be in horrible pain as I help lift her to her feet.
I grab a towel, a pair of tweezers and cuticle scissors. The towel is placed on the divan. I instruct her to sit on the towel and spread her legs while I kneel between them and slowly, carefully cut each suture and pull it out with the tweezers.
She winces and bleeds with each suture I pull out but she doesn’t cry.

Once all of the sutures are out I reach into her and pull out the ben-wa balls. They stink horribly! All of her pussy smells horrible.
Finally I remove the needles that are piercing her nipples.
They are rather large, larger than they looked on the stage.
I order her to remain seated while I go fill the bathtub with hot water and remove my clothes. Once the bath is ready I go to the divan and grab her by the hand.
I lead her to the bath. I get in first and then instruct her to get in and sit in front of me.
She leans back into me and we remain there silently trying to soak away the pain and anger from the party.

As both of us become tired I decide it is time to go to bed. We get out of the tub and I grab a towel and dry her gently.
I can see she is surprised that I should serve her but I am so proud of her that I feel it is only appropriate.

I lead her to the bed where she starts to take her customary place at the foot of the bed. I grab her hand and pull her next to me. Tonight we shall sleep embraced in each other’s arms…

lucy

12-17-2008, 03:52 PM

Mistress takes great care while cutting away and pulling out the sutures, but it still hurts terribly. When the last stitch is removed i finally take a look. My pussy is a bloody mess! I don't know how long it will take to heal, but i expect, or rather hope, that fucking isn't on next day's menu. The last wave of pain shoots through my pussy and lower body when Mistress pulls out the balls. I sigh with relief, but that relief is a short one, because there are still the needles in my breasts. Charon doesn't waste much time, holding the nipples with one hand, she swiftly pulls out the needles in rapid succession with the other.

At last i can relax in the bath, leaning into Mistress, feeling the soothing warm water on my wounds and Mistress' hands gently massaging my shoulders. I turn my head to kiss her, and the kissing makes me forget all the pain. There are a lot of things i want to ask her, but i'm too tired to talk, and Charon soon orders me to get out of the tub. I'm a bit surprised when she grabs the towel from my hand to dry me, but she insists and soon after we climb into her bed.
She pulls me up next to herself when i lie at her feet and embraces me. I feel that i'm getting aroused, despite the fact that i'm dog tired and even when the last thing that's on my mind now is sex. But the scent of her, her hands on my body and the touch of her sking feel so good. I snuggle up to her and relax completely in her harms and before i can ask her if she was satisfied with me i've already fallen asleep.

Late in the morning i wake up. Lying beside Charon i look at her for a long time, . I want so much to kiss her, to please her, but instead i get up to prepare breakfast. When i return to the bedroom she is awake, watching me from the corner of her eyes.
„Good morning, Mistress. I've prepared breakfast. Do you want to eat it here in bed or in the dining room?“
„I don't want breakfast yet. I want you here under the sheets with me. Now, slave!“

MissConfused

12-18-2008, 04:06 PM

The tenderness and sympathy with which I have been treating Zoe with has left me with the need to be served. I have acted as Zoe’s servant because of my respect for the way she endured at the party.
I felt it was necessary to reward her for the way she proudly displayed herself as my servant.
The people that are truly important to me know she is my property and they compliment on Zoe very often. I have gained status as a result of her.

But now it is time for my pleasure. I know I can not touch her because of the pain she is in. Her nipples are bright red and blue from the needles that pierced them.
I know her busy will be terribly sore for several days. I saw the damage Torture did to
her when he sewed her pussy closed. I want to kill the bastard! He went totally out of bounds!

Besides I want her to serve me. I am not there to serve her. I pull her down to me and order her to please me until I have cum several times. She is not to stop until I tell her to.

Zoe climbs on top of me with her naked body and starts to kiss me deeply. I push her down my body. The kisses were fantastic but that is not what I want!
She performs magic on my breasts with her mouth, she almost brings me to my first orgasm but stops and works her way down my torso kissing and biting me as she slides further down.
I expected her to stop at my pussy but she doesn’t. Instead she keeps sliding down my legs kissing and biting all the way until she comes to my feet.
Then she does something I have never experienced before but will be sure I experience often in the future.
She starts to lick and suckle my toes! At first it tickles but the tickling feeling turns to a warm glow running up my legs and into my pussy. God! she brought me to my first orgasm by performing oral sex on my feet!
I will definitely order her to do this more often.
After I have quit thrashing about from cumming she proceeds to work her way up my legs this time stopping at my pussy.
It appears that the torture her pussy suffered has made her more aware of the sensitivity of my pussy. She has always performed wonderfully when eating me but now her mouth is working miracles.
I can feel moisture running down my bottom when all of the sudden I have my second orgasm. This one is so strong that I thrash fiercely about and partially lose consciousness for a moment.

After I finally have recomposed myself I grab Zoe by her hair and direct her face down to my pussy again. I did not have to exert any force to move her head. It appeared as though she was merely waiting for permission to do it again.

She forced me to cum two more times before I stopped her. My body was aching and tired, I needed her to stop.

I pulled her up next to me where we embraced while I regained my strength.
After I felt I could move again I ordered Zoe to lay on her back and spread her legs. I wanted to see what damage the bastard Torture had done to her.
Her lips were horribly swollen and the places where he had pierced her lips still shown a bloody red color.
I knew I would not play with her for several days.
I love to punish her body but I want the pain to be inflicted by me. I do not want her wincing in pain from what someone else has done.
I will wait until my slave has heeled before I inflict any new pain upon her.

The breakfast she has fixed has turned cold and stale by now. Plus I need to shower. “Come with me and bathe me in the shower” I command her. Once I am under the warm flow of the water and my body is relaxing Zoe stands up and starts to kiss me. “NO! you are here to bathe me and nothing else.” Surprisingly I am very angry at her for trying to kiss me.
Has she forgotten she is my slave and not my lover?
Quietly she shampoos my hair and bathes my body until I feel squeaky clean and refreshed.
I order her to bathe while I get dressed.
When she is finished I instruct her to dress like a nice and pretty Sunday school girl, we are going to brunch.

Surprisingly she does an excellent job of it. Her hair has been pulled back into two pigtails, one on each side of her head. She is wearing a tight white blouse and short pleated skirt.
She even has on white ankle socks and a pair of shiny black Mary-Janes.
She looks like she is a ten year old with a very sexy body. I am quite impressed and happy.

At brunch I treat her as a friend and tell her I expect the same from her. “We are a woman and a little girl having brunch together” I tell her.
While we eat I tell her of my plans for her education. I have enrolled her in two classes. One being a massage class. I want her to learn every way possible for her to relieve my stress at the end of the day.
The other class is a cooking class. She is a good cook but I want her to be an excellent chef I explain to her.

She is smiling and excited at the thought of the classes but she becomes apprehensive with what I say next.
“You are my property and I demand that you serve and please me for the rest of my life…”

lucy

12-22-2008, 03:00 AM

„... that you serve and please me for the rest of my life...“

I stare at her for some time. Is that what i want? Do i really want to serve Mistress for the rest of her – or my – life? Be her slave, her property, her possession, the next couple of decades? Thinking about earlier today, thinking about all those moments i felt loved and cherished like never before in my life, thinking of how good i feel when i see her pleased with me, the answer is easy: Yes, that's what i want. I want to get old and wrinkled at her side. And have tons of moments of joy for both of us until then. But then again, there are those moments i don't know whether this isn't all too much for me, like the auction or when i had to fuck the 20 guys. And let's not forget that asshole who sewed my pussy shut. It still hurts when i walk and when i looked in the mirror in the morning i was shocked by the bruises on my tits and the puffiness of my pussylips.

„Yes Mistress. Thank you for letting me be your slave.“ I only realize that i cry when she wipes a tear from my cheek.

She smiles at me and that's all i need to reassure me that i'm right. We pay and head out, her hand on my back guiding me. I still feel a bit foolish in my schoolgirl outfit. But it also reminds me in a very nice way of who i am: a little girl who does as she's told.

We walk for some time, talking about this and that and finally we walk past a cinema and i remember the movie she and Jon made of me with the two guys.
„Mistress, i think i have never seen that movie you and Jon made. Is it good? Did the people like it?“
„Yes, it's a good movie and we got some good response. But i think if we did a movie now it would be much better. You wouldn't only suck and fuck, of course.“
„Of course not“ i giggle. But the thought of being fucked while i suck a cock arouses me. I feel my white schoolgirl's cotton panties getting moist.
„Mistress?“
„Yes, slave?“
„I would love being fucked by you, right now. I mean, err ... it's not that i'm demanding you to fuck me, i would never demand anything of you. You know that, right?“
She looks at me in a strange way. Did i just do something wrong?

MissConfused

12-23-2008, 10:45 AM

“She wants to be fucked?” I wonder. I know her pussy must still be terribly sore from what Torture did to her at the party.
I think back to what I did to Torture’s slave at the party. I have never hurt someone so much. I am a little ashamed of myself BUT I was SO angry at what he did to my Zoe!

I am delightfully full from the brunch and I really don’t feel like fucking Zoe at this time.
She had made a brief reference to the movie she starred in. Actually I have not seen the whole movie myself.
I tell her we should watch all of her movie. Both of us change into comfortable clothes and snuggle on the divan to watch her movie.
I am not sure but she seems to be proud of her performance, that or scared, I am not sure. Whenever a particularly exciting or difficult scene is shown she snuggles tightly against me.
Then when the final scene comes on you can hear me whispering to her “don’t forget your safety word” and the camera shows her shaking her head no while her face contorts in agony as both men fuck her at the same time.

Now I am feeling aroused! I want to do more than fuck her.
We both get undressed and climb into the shower. I have not yet turned on the water when I instruct Zoe to kneel in front of me.
I spread my legs and pull her face into my pussy. With her face buried deep in me I pee on her. Golden liquid runs down her face and down her body. This feels so good that I am angry when I run out of pee.

I command her to stand up while I turn on the water. She is to quickly rinse my urine off of her face and body for I want her to bathe me but I do not want her touching me with pee covered hands.
She does an excellent job of scrubbing my hair and body clean. As I step out of the shower I order her to scrub herself squeaky clean.

I dry myself off and grab another towel to wrap around my hair while I wait for it to dry.
I go into the closet to put on my strap-on and grab a few other toys.
As I walk by the dressing mirror I notice that the towel around my hair looks like a turban. Looking at myself with my turban and strap-on I look like a sheik getting ready to fuck some member of his harem. I am very aroused.

When Zoe comes to me dry and clean I lock her leather belt around her and lock her wrists to her sides.
Still remembering how I looked in the mirror I lead Zoe over to the mirror and order her to kneel in front of me with her arms locked to her sides and suck my dildo-cock. I can’t believe hoe EXTREMELY HORNY I become watching her in the mirror swallowing the dildo. I grab her head and force the dildo deeper into her face.
I hear her start to choke a few times so I quit pulling her head. Then I have her lay over the edge of the bed and spread her legs.
Her pussy is so wet and so bruised that I hesitate for a moment. I have a little doubt, a very little doubt, about fucking her sore pussy. But the doubt is not strong enough to stop me as I slide the dildo deep into her.
She lets out a muffled cry and I almost stop. Obviously this is hurting her. TOO BAD! I want to fuck her and continue working the dildo in and out of her pussy with more force on each thrust.

Finally when I have had enough and want attention being spent on me I stop fucking her.
I pull out and order her to kneel in front of me with her arms still locked at her sides and in view of the mirror I order her “Suck my cock slave”.
Again I watch her sliding the wet dildo in and out of her mouth.

Now it is turn for her to go down on my pussy. I remove the strap-on and sit back on the edge of the bed. I command Zoe to eat my pussy.
She has a little difficulty getting into proper position with her arms still locked to her sides but finally she is perfectly positioned and bringing me to my first orgasm.
After I cum two more times I have her stop. I am tired from all we have done as well as the wine and food I consumed at brunch.
I climb on the bed to take a nap. I tell Zoe she may sleep at my feet or on the floor whichever she prefers as I start to drift to sleep.

“OH, one last thing I forgot to tell you. Jon mentioned he is interested in making another movie…”

lucy

12-24-2008, 06:31 AM

It's kinda weird to see me performing in that movie. I'm torn between disgust and arousal, pride and shame while i watch myself sucking and fucking – or rather, being fucked by – those two guys. I remember that i felt the same when the movie was made. But i have forgotten that it was so painful, at least it looks like it hurt when they both fucked me at the same time. Looking back after i have endured much worse pain it seems like a piece of cake. Like „Double penetration? So what's the fuss?“
However, i'm still glad that i'm safely snuggled up to Charon and can enjoy an easy Sunday afternoon. The easiness and leisure are not here to stay, tho. I feel Mistress getting restless, and yes, i can smell her arousal. If she's as wet as me, i'll be drowning in her juices. Just when i want to go down on her, she gets up and commands me to the bathroom.
'Oh, she wants me to eat her pussy in the shower' i think. 'How nice!' But soon i realize that i couldn't have been more wrong. Her hot pee splashes on my face and i almost turn my head and move back. If she hadn't pressed my face to her pussy, i would have. And probably i would have been punished badly.
Strangely it's not as bad as last time. I don't really enjoy being pissed on, not at all, but i'm her slave and if Mistress wants to piss on her slave, that's what she does. This time i know she does it because she wants to show me that i'm her slave, that she can do with me whatever she wants, not because she's angry with me. And that feels so good, to know that my place is at her feet, to know i'm her property to do with as she pleases...

Sucking the dildo is just more of the same: A slave doing her duty. To be honest, i would prefer to suck a real cock, make a man cum all over my face or to be allowed to swallow. But the look on Mistress' face is enough to make me feel happy with what i have and when she pushes the dildo ever further in i wish i could deepthroat. Maybe i should start practising that.
Suddenly she withdraws the cock and orders me to lie down and spread my legs. She hesitates a moment, looking into my eyes, but then she places tip of the dildo between my wet lips and pushes in. It hurts like hell! But it was my idea so i better live with the pain. It hurts even more when Mistress fucks me deeper and deeper and the leather straps at the base of the cock start to pound into my sore pussy. I grind my teeth and realize that i'm getting close to an orgasm, despite the pain.
I'm such a slut, a pain slut, a horny, dripping pain slut. And i love it!
Just when i'm about to ask her if i may cum she pulls out, leaving my slopping, wanting, needy cunt all empty and hungry.
„Get on your knees and suck my cock!“
„Yes Mistress. Thank you for letting me suck you.“
With my arms still tied i start to suck the dildo. I see Mistress watching me in the mirror and at the same time i feel my juices running down my legs. When the cock is cleaned of my pussy juice Mistress removes the strap-on and sits down.
Finally i may eat her pussy! I love the taste, the scent, the softness of her pussy! I don't know for how long i lick and nibble and kiss her folds and clit and for how long i thrust my tongue into her, nor do i know how many times i make her cum. When i'm between her legs, time ceases to exist, there is only Mistress' pussy and i'm to please her, everything else is gone from my mind. I'm only pulled out of that trancelike state of mind when Mistress pushes my head back and tells me it's enough.
„You may sleep at my feet or on the floor.“
„Thank you for letting me please you, Mistress. Sleep well.“ I lie at her feet and soon enough i start to drift off to sleep. But then Charon says something that gets me wide awake again, and for a long time: “OH, one last thing I forgot to tell you. Jon mentioned he is interested in making another movie…”

A movie. Hmm. Last time i was shocked when she told me about the movie, and even more so when she said that it will be put up on the internet, for everybody to see. But that seems like an eternity ago. I've come far since then, have endured things i couldn't even imagine back then, i have a tattoo on my pussy, a branding on my butt, i have been marked for life by the whip, rode a wooden horse, my pussy has been sewn shut, i have been peed on. And i have accepted to be Mistress' slave for the rest of my life.
A movie? Being on the net, naked, exposed, played with, tortured, fucked? So what???

OOC: Happy holidays to everybody reading this. And a big Thanks for all the feedback. :)

MissConfused

12-26-2008, 08:46 AM

Christmas Eve is finally here. Luckily my day ended early and I was able to return home to see how Zoe was doing.
I am hosting a party this evening for other Masters and Mistresses. No, there will not be any slaves present except for Zoe who is expected to wait on my guests. I guess I should call this a social gathering rather than a party. Only people of the same rank will be present and the conversations will be of merry things and not of subs.
I ordered Zoe to fix various foods and snacks for my party and when I arrived home I see she has made more than enough goodies to please everyone. She definitely was very busy today.

I tell her to shower and apply make-up. I want her to be especially desirable while she waits on my guests.
When she returns she is the most beautiful I have ever seen her.

I command her to help me move the snacks off of the table. It seems like an indomitable task, Zoe has prepared so many treats that the table is overcrowded.
Still we find other places to place the treats temporally.

Then I order her to lay on her back on the table. With straps I secure her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the table. She is securely bound in a spread eagle position on the table. I order her that she will only speak when spoken to and at no other time.

I busy myself placing the treats back on the table around her. Of course there is not enough room so I place the goodies in various places around the apartment.
Just as I finish my first guest arrives. Within the next thirty minutes everyone has arrived including a few people I have never seen before. Oh well if some of my guests invited their friends the more the merrier.

The party is going very well. Some of my guests can not resist playing with Zoe’s butterfly while others fill their own mouths with wine and then bend over to kiss her letting their wine flow into her mouth.

Stiletto and I spend a longtime talking. She mentions that she hopes I place Zoe up for sale again at the next slave auction. Stiletto promises that she must buy Zoe again no matter what the cost.
We talk about Zoe’s movie and I tell her that Master Jon is thinking that we need to make another movie.
Stiletto hands me her business card and makes me promise I will send her a copy of the movie.

One of the strangers that showed up at the party walks over to talk to me. She introduces herself as Nicole and compliments me on the beautifully erotic slave I own.
Nicole apologizes and tells me she could not resist playing with Zoe’s butterfly tattoo. She explains it was just so much fun rubbing Zoe’s lips and watching the butterfly wings flutter.
I tell her no, that is what Zoe is there for, play as much as you wish.
Nicole also compliments me on the brand I have burned into Zoe’s bottom. This strikes my curiosity because Zoe is laying on her brand, it is not visible. How does Nicole know about it?
Has Zoe been serving another Mistress while I am away on business? I debate quizzing her further about this but I am becoming angry at the thought that Zoe is submitting herself to another mistress!

Nicole also tells me that some guests are shoving food into Zoe’s pussy. Mostly grapes and strawberries, but a few other items as well.
I think to myself “great, now she will be spending all night removing the food from her pussy.”

Finally at half past two in the morning the last guest leaves and I am free to get some very much needed sleep.
I untie Zoe but am still wondering and angry that someone else has seen her brand. Then I remember she was branded before the Masters and slaves party.
Perhaps Nicole saw the brand then.

I am too tired to think about this matter further. I guide her into my bedroom and order her to eat my pussy in order to drain the last bit of energy from me. Then she is to go remove the food from her pussy by whatever means necessary.

Once she is done she may go to sleep. At first I think of offering her the privilege of sleeping next to me but my anger starts to flair again when I think of Nicole and her comments on Zoe’s brand.
I sense Nicole knows far more about the brand than I realize…

I order her to sleep on the floor next to my bed as I finally drift off to a deep sleep.

lucy

12-28-2008, 06:37 AM

I was super-busy all day. Mistress ordered me to prepare food, snacks and drinks for a party and left for work. I shopped all morning, only the best things i could get, spending a little fortune. Of course it wasn't my money, Mistress told me to take enough money out of the shoe box. It still amazes me that someon has a box full of bills at home, but maybe that's the smartest place to stash the cash in these times, what with all the banks and stock markets going down.
Anyway, once back with all the food and drinks i started preparing and cooking like never before in my life. I decided on Italian cuisine, simply because that's what i like most myself and i figured it would be easier to do a good job if i made something i enjoy. So it was polpetti alla griglia, involtini, frittata, arancini and much more. I still don't know how i managed to finish in time, but somehow i did. I even had time to get out of the stained and greasy apron before Mistress came home to meet her at the door. Naked, on my knees, as usual.

I have come to love that time when i am waiting for her to come home. It is the time of day i relax, ponder things or just let my mind wander. Helping Mistress out of her shoes and coat, getting her a drink and the papers is a ritual i learned to love very much. I know she enjoys that. The evenings she doesn't come home are usually kind of empty, i miss to do those little things for her.

Today is different, though. She inspects what i have prepared and seems to be satisfied. Then i'm told to get ready. Showered, shaved and made up i meet her again in the kitchen. When all is ready she ties me to the table, spreadeagled and naked.
Soon the guests start arriving. I don't have an idea what kind of people they are, but i soon figure that most or even all of them are Masters and Mistresses, at least they go ahead as if they were used to a naked girl lying amongst the food. Some of them comment on the butterfly between my legs, some even play with it, but nobody speaks to me, which suits me perfectly.

But then that all changes suddenly. A woman approaches the table and at first i don't recognize her, what with looking kinda downside up at her. When i realize who it is i'm quite shocked.
„N... Nicole? What are you doing here?“
„My my, looky here who's adorning the table. And hasn't the slightest cue how to behave and address her Mistress' guests properly, i might add.“
„Uh, errr... i ...“ i know my face is deeply blushed by now, it probably fits the color of the cherry tomatoes next to me perfectly.
„I bet you're not supposed to talk unless spoken to, and certainly not as respectless as you just did.“
„I'm sorry, m... Ma'am.“
„Hmm, shall i tell your Mistress how you adress the guests?“
„Ma'am, that is entirely up to you.“ I finally managed to get my brain to work again.
She doesn't answer on that but begins to play with my pussy, trailing foods along it and between the lips and feeding it to me. Of course i'm wet in no time.
„Your butterfly is so yummy. But it's a bit strange that it's always so wet. Does it enjoy being displayed and played with?“ She continues to tease my pussy and starts to play with my clit.
„Answer me, cunt!“
„Yes, Ma'am, it likes to be on display and it loves being played with.“
„Yeah, i bet it does. Shouldn't come as a surprise since it's attached to a horny slut, right?“
„Yes Ma'am, you're right.“
„I hear you will probably be auctioned again. Guess i should start saving some money, I would sure love to play with you for real. Would you enjoy that too?“ Obviously that was a rhetorical question and before i can answer she goes on „I also hear that another Mistress is very much interested in buying you for a weekend. Luckily I know that Mistress very well, so maybe we can buy you together and split the price. I hear you did exceptionally good the last time she bought you.“
„Thank you Ma'am. I did my best.“
„I'm sure you did.“ She leans down and kisses me passionately.
„You're a good girl and I'm happy you finally found someone you can really love and who loves you the way you need to be loved. Be good, Zoe, I'm sure we'll meet again.“
With that she walks away to talk with others and i'm alone again. Well, of course i'm not alone, there's always a couple of people around me, or rather, around the table. But they don't care too much about me. Some play with me, pinching my nipples absentmindedly, others shove food in my pussy, but nobody talks to me. That's fine with me, i have enough to think about for the time being.

When the last guests are gone i get to eat Mistress' pussy. Something is bothering her but i sense she's too tired to talk about it. As soon as i have brought her to an orgasm she tells me to sleep on the floor, turns and falls asleep.

The floor ain't to comfy to sleep on, so i'm up early and by the time Mistress awakes the remnants of last nights party are all gone and everything is clean again. I wash Charon in the shower, but she's still in some mood and pushes me away when i start licking her.
I kneel at her side while she eats breakfast. She doesn't say a word, seems to be thinking about something. Finally she pushes the chair back but before she can get up i ask her for permission to speak. When i'm allowed i hurry to my room to fetch a small present i bought a couple of days ago.
On my knees before her, i press my forehead agains the floor and put her feet on my head.
„Mistress, i apologize, i am truly very sorry, but i don't have a real Christmas present for you. I thought hard and for a long time, but there isn't anything i possibly could give you since i have given you everything already. All i could think of is this.“ I hand her the little package. I hear how she opens it.
„What's that supposed to be?“ She takes her feet from my head and pulls my head up by my hair.
„It's a clit ring with a bell. I thought that it would help me to always remember what i am and to whom i belong. That's why i have 'Charon' engraved in it. I would be proud if you allowed me to wear it.“
„But that's a present for yourself, not for me.“
„Yes Mistress, i know. But as i already said, i gave you everything i ever possessed. To you alone, and i swear i'll be faithful to you. Forever.“
She looks at me for some time. Oh my, did i disappoint her? Did she expect something else? But she's got everything she needs, there's nothing i could buy for her which wouldn't be, well, kinda cheap...
At last she smiles at me. „Thank you, slave. We'll go and fix that ring on your clit first thing tomorrow. But now i've got a present for you first. One we both will enjoy very much. Well, at least i will, but then again, you're here for my pleasure, right?“
„Yes Mistress, i'm here for your pleasure and i will always be.“

MissConfused

12-30-2008, 04:28 PM

I don’t know for sure why I am still upset with Zoe. Well that’s a lie. I still suspect she has played with that other mistress named Nicole. How else would she have known about Zoe’s brand?
Zoe is home alone for days when I travel. Has she been cheating on me?

Well my pleasure is going to be Zoe’s pain. I revel in the thought of hearing her cry.
I gather a six foot piece of rope and tie knots in it every foot and hand it to Zoe.
She is to rub the rope between her legs, specifically between her lips, back and forth as if she were drying herself with a towel but instead she will be using a painful rope.
She does as she is commanded but hides her pain. I WANT TO SEE HER IN PAIN!
Finally tears start to run down her cheeks. I decide it is almost time to stop, but not quite yet, let her rub herself a few more times with the knots.

Finally I tell her to stop and hand me the rope. God it stinks!
I have Zoe turn around in front of me and I tie her wrists and elbows together behind her. With her arms bound behind her like that she has no choice but to thrust her breasts forward.

I put her collar on and attach a leash to the collar and then tie her knees together and secure the leash to her knees.

I look at her bent over with her arms behind her and her bottom sticking out.
There is that brand that has caused my anger! With my anger at a pitch I begin to whip Zoe’s legs and bottom with a cane. Instead of calming me down it angers me even more as I continue to strike her harder and harder each time.
Finally she cries out “please mistress no more.” I realize I have been too brutal and stop caning her. OUCH! she is definitely going to have some marks from this session.

I order her to hobble over to the edge of the bed while I fetch my newest toy.
It is the largest dildo I could find to fit in my strap-on harness.
I untie Zoe’s knees but keep her arms bound then I push her forward so that she hits face first onto the bed standing bent over besides the bed.
I spread her legs and viciously slam the giant dildo into her pussy!
Why am I still so angry at her? I fuck her harder and harder. The dildo is too large and eventually she cries out with each thrust.
She shouldn’t cry that only makes me madder and I ram the dildo into her even harder.

Eventually my hips grow sore and I stop. I notice Zoe is crying more so than usual.
I probably have been too harsh on her but I am jealous that she would cheat on me.

Finally I believe it is time to confront Zoe. I order her to kneel in front of me while I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Who is Mistress Nicole? Have you been serving her while I am out of town?”
Zoe starts crying immediately. So it is true and she has been caught. She tries to speak but I stop her.
“You are my property and I can do anything with you that I please. I may drag you out of my apartment right now and leave you in the gutter bound as you are now! Or maybe I will give you to Master Torture. He seemed to enjoy you very much!”

Zoe tries to interrupt me but it only makes me angrier. Finally when I am tired of yelling at her I get up to leave the room. She cries out “PLEASE! Mistress Nicole is only a friend. She is someone I knew before I met you!”

“Was she previously your mistress?” I ask her. “No she was only a friend” she cries out.
“Why does she know about your brand?” I angrily ask her.
Impatiently I wait for her to answer my question…

lucy

12-31-2008, 08:58 AM

What the fuck???
No, that's wrong, what i actually mean is: W H A T - T H E - F U C K?!?!?
Whatever happened to simply asking? What about communication??? What on earth did i do wrong? Or if i didn't do anything wrong, what else can i do to convince Mistress that there ain't nobody i'm serving but her? That i never even thought of serving anybody but her?

Of course the smart thing to do now would be to relax, count slowly to ten, or maybe ten thousand, to calm down a bit before i say something. But then again, my bum has just been beaten to something very similar to a meatloaf and my womb is possibly located somewhere near my throat after she fucked me with that supersized dildo. Not surprisingly, coolness and serenity are definitely not embracing me right now.

At least i manage not to scream at her, but i'm definitely hysterical. „Nicole and me, we're old friends, we went to high school together, we go to the gym together, she sees me there when we shower. That's where she saw that branding! And i have never ever thought about serving her. I mean, NEVER!“ I pause to take a breath, but before Mistress can think about saying something i go on:“Just so you know: I love you, Mistress, like i never loved anyone before and i would never cheat on you, wouldn't even think about it, but if you don't trust me you better say so and i'm out of your life in a minute!“

I know i have gone too far, but to hell with it! As far as i know i've never complained, not even when that psycho-shithead sewed my cunt shut! I've always been faithful to my Mistress. I think i've been a good slave, and if that's not true, then at least i can honestly say i did my best. I just don't deserve that fucking crap!!!
Maybe i should get up and walk out on her, or maybe i shouldn't.
I don't know what i should do. But i do know that kneeling in front of her feels wrong, for the first time ever.

MissConfused

12-31-2008, 11:29 AM

Mistress Nicole and Zoe are old friends?
I feel like a fool for being so jealous. I felt so much pain in my heart when I thought Zoe had betrayed me.

She is thinking of leaving? I explain to her that she is my possession and my slave but I will never chain her in a dungeon.
She is my slave because she wishes to be, not because I am physically restraining her. She may leave anytime she wishes.
I notice there is a quizzical look on her face. Is she possibly considering leaving?
I must know, I instruct her to fetch her collar and leash from the closet and place them on if she wishes to stay.

Zoe places on the collar and hands the leash to me. I climb into bed and pull the leash bringing Zoe to me.
She starts to slide down between my legs but I tell her no and pull her up next to me.
“There will be no sex, only passionate embraces” I tell her and we hug and kiss as hungry lovers trying to devour one another.
After a long time we come to rest embraced in each other’s arms. I love Zoe although as her Mistress I must never tell her that.
We start to slip into a peaceful slumber when I feel a tear run down my cheek.
I hope she didn’t see that, a Mistress must not show weakness.

After a brief sleep I wake up and tell Zoe we have a busy day ahead. We are going to New Years Eve parties. Not as Mistress and slave but as two lovers having a wonderful time celebrating.

When I look at the welts I have left on her I realize she can not wear a skimpy dress. After thinking for a moment I have an idea.
We go to an adult clothing store and buy her a latex cat suit. The suit covers her welts and looks extremely HOT on her.
What better way to bring in the new year than to have Zoe as my escort.

I find the latex so sexy that I decide I must purchase a very tight short latex dress for myself. I also purchase a collar for myself.

Zoe and I return to my apartment to catch a quick nap before getting ready for the parties.
We will be partying until late the next morning. I don’t want either of us to tire out.

Finally we are both ready to PAR-TEE.
I am amazed at the number of stares that Zoe receives at each of the parties. I knew men would be staring at her but I am surprised when I see other women staring at her.

God do we ever draw stares when we hug and kiss each other while dancing. I’m sure the site of us passionately kissing drives the men wild. I suspect a few have cum in their pants while watching us.

Finally at ten o’clock the next morning we arrive home both of us exhausted. Zoe helps me get off my tight dress and I help her out of her cat suit.
Naked and exhausted I climb into bed. Zoe begins to lay at my feet when I tell her I want her to lay next to me so that we may snuggle.

Just before we drift off to sleep I remind Zoe “you may leave at anytime. I won’t physically restrain you. You are my property at your own will…”

lucy

01-02-2009, 06:28 AM

Hmm, well, ok, i mean, i know i can leave any time i want to. After all we're in the states, slavery has been abolished some time ago. But i don't want, that's the point. It's exactly what i don't want to do. But if Mistress doesn't trust me it might be better if i go. Well, i guess she does feel a bit ashamed, but can't bring herself to say she's sorry. Too bad, i wouldn't certainly have a problem with her showing some weakness or admitting she made a mistake. I'm not stupid enough to believe that just because she's my Mistress she must never make a mistake or be perfect. And it would be nice if she showed me that she realized that she was wrong. But she probably can't, for whatever reason.

Anyway, i guess i got my point across and the kissing and snuggling is just too nice. So is the partying and dancing. I never liked dancing too much, the loud music, the ogling guys, the uppity chicks... With Charon it's different though, her enthusiasm is kinda contagious and i'm totally enjoying myself, even if i'm aware that we're drawing a lot of stares.
The catsuit is like some reversed wetsuit: I'm more or less swimming in my own juices and sweat, which gets me even hornier. However, the welts on my butt and legs start to hurt again after a while and when we finally get home in the late morning it's almost unbearable. At the same time it's also incredibly arousing, the kissing and fondling with Mistress, the wetness under the latex, the pain and the fact that we're being watched and envied. I'd like to go down on Charon right here and now...
Too bad we're both way too exhausted when we finally get home in the late morning. Holding and snuggling we fall asleep and the last thing i hear is “you may leave at anytime. I won’t physically restrain you. You are my property at your own will…”

When i wake up it's already dark. I'm starved and dehydrated because since going to the toilet was a real bitch what with the catsuit i didn't drink a lot last night. After i drained a jug of water i go back to the bedroom and begin to gently kiss Mistress' throat. She stirs in her sleep, but doesn't wake up. I don't know if i should go down on her, but if she doesn't want me to she can stop me anytime. I think she will wake up soon, hehehe...
I spend a long time caressing her breasts, sucking on her nipples, biting them softly before i slide further down to play with her pussy and drink her juices. Finally she is fully awake, grabbing my hair, pressing my head onto her pussy. I lick and suck her folds and clit, fucking her with two fingers until she cums screaming. After a while i get up to kneel between her legs. She's so beautiful and i love her so much, the mere thought of not being with her almost breaks my heart.
„I don't want to leave you, Mistress and i won't ever cheat on you. Never ever.“

MissConfused

01-02-2009, 08:09 AM

She won’t ever cheat on me or leave me. I wonder if she realizes it will crush my heart if she ever did.
”DAMN-IT! When did I fall in love with this slave?” I think to myself as I lay exhausted from Zoe’s tongue.
I jokingly think to myself “she can go but she has to leave her tongue behind.”
What a cruel thing to think. I am amusingly ashamed of myself.

Then what I had feared happens; I must feel pain and humiliation. Jon is very good at making me beg and cry but he is not here.

I sternly order Zoe to go fetch her favorite toys.
When she returns with her arms loaded with toys I give her a DEMAND; you are to be my mistress for the morning and I will be your slave.
“Do to me whatever you wish, I demand you to humiliate and hurt me!
I will have a safe word of ‘daffodil’ you are only to stop when I utter that word. I want you to make me beg and cry!”
I don’t know why I gave her a safe word, I know I will never use it.

A look of confusion comes in her eyes. Then it is quickly replaced with a smirk on her lips.
She commands me to stand up while she ties a blindfold on me. I am then commanded to raise my arms above my head as far as possible and stand on my toes.

I do as she commands and almost instantly feel the first strike of the cane slash my bottom.
I start to wonder if I have made a mistake…

subserviant

01-02-2009, 02:19 PM

what a turn of events i cant wait

lucy

01-03-2009, 06:03 AM

Oh no! Not that! I hated it the first time she ordered me to hurt her. Well, umm, hated isn't exactly right. I didn't really enjoy it, but it wasn't that bad after all. Maybe i even enjoyed it a little bit. And hey, i get to pay her back for not thrusting me. Now that's an idea.

First, a blindfold. I know that it is much more intense if you don't know what's going to happen, if you don't see the blow coming. Makes it much more interesting, at least for the one being blindfolded.
Hmmm, what a sight; her hands in the air and tiptoeing she looks too gorgeous. I can barely resist the urge to just go down on her again. I quickly hit Mistress across her bottom with the cane. I know it didn't hurt too much, i slowed down just before the cane hit her soft flesh.

It still hurts me, though. This is wrong. I don't like it at all. Can't she just go see that Jon if she wants to feel pain? After all, i'm her slave for a reason, if i enjoyed caning other people i'd be a Domme. But then again, she clearly ordered me to hurt her. Oh, but then she also said i should humiliate her. Now that could work, hehehe. I grin broadly while i walk away to the kitchen, reminding her to keep in the position she is. When i get back with a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereals five minutes later she is definitely straining to keep on her toes.
„Those arms are not really outstretched, my dear. If i were in your place, i'd be in trouble now. But then again, so are you, hihihi. C'mon over here, i need to think and have a cup coffee.“
I order her to position herself as if she were a table, on her hands and feet, her body as horizontal as possible. Then i place the bowl on her belly.
„I'll put the coffee on your belly too, it might be a bit hot, but it will be worse if you spill it, so you may want to keep as still as possible.“ The coffee isn't really hot, after all i don't want to rush to the emergency room with her. Still, she trembles a bit when she hears my warning. Perfect. When all is set, i sit down on the sofa to admire her.
„Damn, that's gorgeous. Too bad we have no guests, i bet they would love such a nice table.“ It really is a terrific sight.
„Are you hungry too? Want a coffee?“
„Yes.“
„Yes? Yes what?“
„Yes Mistress.“ Damn. That sounds wrong. All in all, this topping-business is not really satisfying.
„Hmm, you learn fast, but just call me Zoe.“
I finish breakfast, take off the blindold and order her to go and have a coffee and something to eat. Of course i prepared two coffees, and two bowls of cereals. Out of habit, and because you just can't turn from slave to Mistress in five minutes. Well, in my case it probably wouldn't work in five years. It's beginning to dawn on me that i'm truly fucked. Fulfilling Mistress' order will leave me feeling bad, failing her even more so. I should just ask her to forget about it, maybe she understands that i can't do it. Or maybe she won't. Anyway, there is one thing i would really enjoy to see. Something i've never seen before in my life but think must be one of the most beautiful things to watch.

„Charon, are you done yet?“
„Yes Zoe.“ She comes hurrying, standing in front of me. I get up from the sofa and start to kiss her hard on the mouth, my hand between her legs, the other pinching her nipple. It doesn't take a long time and she's dripping wet and moaning.
„You want to cum, right?“
„Yes, very much so.“
„Good, you know i love it when you cum. However, today it's your own business to make yourself cum. I'll just be watching you. And i promise, if you give me a good show, i'll see to it that your longin for pain is met.“
She looks at me a bit confused.
„It's quite simple: You masturbate, you cum when i allow you to cum and when i'm satisfied i'll whip you. If i'm disappointed by your show, i wont play the Mistress anymore.“ I know that would mean to disobey her, but i'm willing to run that risk.
„I think it would be appropriate to lie on the floor while i sit on the sofa.“

She reluctantly lies down, a bemused look in her eyes. I guess she'll get back at me sooner or later, but right now i just hope she shows me how a horny slut plays with herself.

MissConfused

01-03-2009, 10:53 AM

I think to myself how cute it is that Zoe is attempting to be a mistress in her own amateurish way. But she definitely would never be a mistress in real life.

I lay down on the floor and start to rub myself as she has commanded. This is not humiliating in the least. She has walked in the bedroom several times and caught me masturbating.

I get up and command her “come help me move the table over to the window.” Once the large table is in front of the window I further command her “go fetch my camera, the large dildo I fucked you with and the strap-on harness with a medium sized dildo.”

While she is off running her errand I climb onto the table and lie-down on my back and resume masturbating.
I look to my side to ensure I am in complete view of all of the windows across the alley.
Perhaps I will be lucky and have a horny audience.

Zoe returns with all that I ordered her to fetch. “Give me the big dildo, give me a few minutes to work myself wet enough to swallow it whole inside me and then start taking photos.”
It only takes a minute before I have that giant monster buried nearly completely inside myself. I can see why Zoe was in such pain when I fucked her with it. It is TOO large.
I see flashes of light and I know she has started taking pictures as I start to drift away to my first orgasm.
But then she interrupts me “look, the men from across the alley are watching you!”
Great the thought of them watching only makes me cum harder.

After I have cum I roll over onto my hands and knees and continue to force the big dildo in and out of me.
“Put on the strap-on and sodomize me” I command of Zoe.
She puts on phallus and starts to climb onto the table but stops. I am getting ready to cum again, I do not want to play games. “Come fuck me now” I command but she still doesn’t climb onto the table.
“What is wrong! I order you to fuck me!”
She says she does not mind standing naked in front of the window but she does not want to fuck me in front of those men who are watching.
“FUCK ME NOW!” I demand of her and she finally climbs onto the table and slides the strap-on dildo into my ass.
I am bucking hard as Zoe is fucking my ass while I continue to fuck my pussy with the big dildo.
Finally too weak to remain on my hands and knees I slide down on my belly while Zoe continues to fuck my ass and I keep fucking my pussy with the dildo.
After I can take no more I have a shattering orgasm. As I regain my strength enough to talk I ask if the men are still watching.
“Yes” she says “they are masturbating and waving. I think they enjoyed the show very much!”

After resting for a brief moment we both climb off of the table. I look to see if the men are still there. Yes they are, I wave to them and blow them a kiss. Having them watch has made me cum even harder.
I often think about inviting them over sometime to watch Zoe put on a performance for them. But it would have to be watch only, no touch.
I’m not so sure that is a good idea. But I do decide I am going to send Zoe to their apartment to deliver a copy of her movie.

I think to myself that I should treat Zoe to some special attention; she did try hard to act as my mistress, but I am too tired to play with her.
I climb into the bathtub and have her bathe me while I rest and dry me off when I am finished.
I must do something for her so I order her to fetch the locking leather belt, wrist cuffs and three locks.
I wrap the belt snuggly around her waist and lock it in place. Then I put the wrist cuffs on her and lock her wrists to her sides.
I think back and remember the first time I locked her in this belt and a warm smile comes over my face.

“I am going to rest and read and enjoy some wine. You may do as you please as long as you do not disturb me.”
As I stretch out on the divan with a glass of wine I remember. “Master Jon wishes to have you make another movie for him in the near future…”

lucy

01-05-2009, 05:21 AM

Yeah, sure „ you may do as you please as long as you do not disturb me.” As if i’m going to do a lot with my hands tied to the belt. Oh, and let’s not forget: i’m also naked. Maybe i go for a walk in the park, have a drink at the bar round the corner?
Luckily Mistress didn’t see me rolling my eyes. Can’t even hold a book, for chrissake.
She lies down saying “Master Jon wishes to have you make another movie for him in the near future…”
Does he? Well, if he wishes to do that then he should do it, now shouldn’t he? I mean, it’s not that i’ve got something to say about it. If Mistress tells me i’ve got to do a film, that’s what her slave does. Damn, i’m in one hell of a bad mood right now and what’s even worse, i can’t keep my friggin’ mouth shut: „Yeah, so what? Then you should probably tell him he should just go ahead. I guess i won’t be asked anyway.“
Shit! Shit shit SHIT!!! Why did i say that? Why can’t i just keep my bloody mouth shut? Because, to be honest, i wouldn’t mind at all doing a movie. Well, maybe i would mind doing the movie, but if it’s anything like the last one, i would definitely enjoy watching it. And the thought that yet another couple thousand people get to see me doing things most people can’t even imagine doesn’t bother me too much either.
But it’s too late, i said it and i see Charon glaring at me. I guess she’s just too lazy to get up right now to punish me. But i will be punished, there’s no question about that. Maybe i should try to appease her, begging her to forgive me, tell her that i made a mistake, but somehow i’m too stubborn and defiant right now. I stare back at her and we both don’t say a word for quite some time, just staring at each other. In the end i avert my eyes, feeling my face flush with shame and regret.
„I’m sorry, Mistress. It was wrong what i said and i would love to please you and Master Jon playing in that film. I am very sorry.“
Mistress doesn’t even bother to answer me, she just turns her head, sips from her wine and picks up the book. A wave of her hand and i’m dismissed. And by God, that hurts even more than the worst beating i ever received. I go to my room and lie on the bed, crying. I’m such a stupid cunt, i hurt my Mistress and myself without any need, just because i couldn’t control my mood. What’s worse, i have no clue why i’m in such a rotten mood in the first place.

I don’t know how long i’ve been lying there, but i must have drifted into some dreamy sleep from which i only wake up when i hear Mistress calling.
„Get your ass over here, slave. Now!“
I get up and hurry to the living room, fearing the worst.

MissConfused

01-06-2009, 01:39 PM

WHAT! did she say to me???
At first I am furious, I have no doubt there was fire and fury shooting forth from my eyes. I treat her as the slave she wishes to be an she defies me!
I think about throwing her out of my apartment bound as she is now. Then I think about selling her to Master Torture, or maybe I can trade Zoe for his beautiful Asian slave.
Or maybe I will give her to Stiletto. I am always eager to gain her favor plus I know she is very fond of Zoe.

Finally after much more wine and contemplation I decide what I shall do. I can not show my rage in front of Zoe, I do not want her to think she can hurt or upset me.
Plus I am happy of her behavior.
She had started to turn into a spineless worm.
I was losing interest in her ever since she had started to blindly follow all of my orders. I had even thought about disposing of her since she no longer excited me.
Now that she has shown some fire and anger again I am becoming much more excited by her. It is good to see that the Zoe I fell in love with still exists.

I know what I shall do for her punishment. I gather a pair of ankle cuffs, a training collar and a strap from my bedroom.
I command Zoe to follow me to the coat closet where I place the cuffs and collar on her. Then I order her to sit down in the closet and lock her ankles together.
Now that I know she is bound ankles and wrists I connect the strap to her collar and pull the other end of the strap tightly where I secure it to her ankle cuffs.
She is tightly bound with her wrists locked at her sides and her face drawn to her knees.
I tell her I will be back for her in the morning and I threaten her not to mess on my closet floor.
If she needs to go bathroom then she WILL hold it.

With that I close the door and go to call Master Jon.
We talk at some length about Zoe’s behavior. Both of us agree it is a wonderful thing.
Then we talk about Zoe’s next movie. Jon has a wonderful surprise for Zoe. I become both wet and fearful when I think about what she will be FORCED to do in her next movie.

Feeling a little drunk and very happy I go to bed for a restful night’s sleep.

The next morning I wake feeling very refreshed and eager to do what I have planned next.
I go to the closet where Zoe is bound and open the door.
I reach down and untie the strap from her ankle cuffs and lift the strap to pull her to her feet.
Her wrists and ankles are still bound so that when I pull her strap to the front door she must hop up and down to move.
I open the front door and push her into the hallway. “You have two choices. If you wish to defy me you may leave NOW bound as you are.
Or if you stay you will star in Master Jon’s movie and follow every command. Let me warn you, you will be bound painfully tight by chains and there will be NO SAFEWORDS. You are expected to truthfully cry and beg for mercy.

“You decide what you want to do.”
She looks down the hall towards the elevator and takes a hop in that direction.
I close the door and start to walk away when I hear her crying loudly “please I am sorry. I will make the movie. Please take me back Mistress.”
I stand on the other side of the door for a long time thinking about what to do next.
Finally after several minutes have passed I open the door. I am certain she would have left by now but instead she is standing there crying.
I ask her to come in. Once she is in the apartment I unlock all of her bonds. “Go take a shower and then come fix my breakfast.”

While I wait for her I think to myself “the movie will be brutal. Perhaps she should have left when she had the opportunity…”

lucy

01-07-2009, 06:58 AM

Perhaps i should have left when i had the opportunity. That movie sure scares me. I don’t know that Jon at all, last time he did just the filming and directing, but from what Mistress has told me he can be quite sadistic. The notion that there will be no safeword does bother me at first, but then i think back of those two occasions i didn’t have a safeword either. I’m rather sure i wouldn’t have used them while i was with Mistress Stiletto or when that bloke sewed my cunt shut. Well, maybe i would have with that guy that used the needles on me when Stiletto bought me for the weekend. Thinking back i’m pretty sure i would have used a safeword. But never with Torture and his sewing, not when there were so many people watching. That would be about the same when i know i’m on film. I mean, even a slave has her pride. And to imagine that thousands of people see me using a safeword? No way.

So the safeword-thingy isn’t bothering too much. But „You are expected to truthfully cry and beg for mercy“ isn’t exactly a statement that fills me with confidence or an overwhelming urge to start filming right away...

Oh well, whatever, first i need to peeeeeee! I thought my bladder would explode while i was in the closet, and of course it prevented me from finding sleep, at least in the morning hours. Actually i really was thinking of running – well, hopping is more like it – to the staircase to relieve myself, but then again i was afraid that Mistress would be thinking i have left. As if i could, after all i’m naked and bound, so how on earth should i leave her? Just hop out on the street, hail (with my hands bound even that might be difficult) a cab and say „hey, bring me home, but make that now. Oh, and by the way, i don’t have a cent but hey, i’ve got a cunt to pay with.“
Besides, i don’t want to leave my Mistress. I thought i made that clear in the past.
So i just waited on the other side of the door, hoping that nobody would enter the hallway and that Mistress would open it, and open it soon or i would surely have to ruin the doormat. But then i heard the key in the lock and she opened the door and released me and damn! was i glad.

Sitting on the toilet i think that after all i had been lucky. I expected far worse punishment than being bound and locked into the closet. I was thinking a lot about the previous day, about my failure at topping Charon and then of course my mind was full with images of her fucking herself with that huge dildo while i fucked her with the strap-on. Of course i got horny as hell but there was no way of touching myself, and to my great dismay i’m not able to bring myself to orgasm only with my brain.
I also thought about why i was so cheeky with Mistress but the only explanation is that i was just trying to test her, to see her reaction. I think since i’ve become her slave, i’ve been very obedient, maybe i should try and see if she really is up to the job of being a fulltime Mistress?
So far this job was an easy one. Too easy? Does she want a slave that’s challenging her? Maybe we should discuss this, or maybe i should just set out and find out myself.

I step into the shower. Thinking about all that has yet again made me horny and i realize that i haven’t cum for quite some time. Actually i don’t even remember when i had my last orgasm. Well, i guess Mistress has just to wait a little bit longer for her breakfast. The hot water is hitting my head and shoulders while i start to play with my pussy with both hands. Hmmm, i didn’t do this for way too long, i always enjoyed masturbating, but recently i thought i shouldn’t do it. Not that Charon said i’m not allowed, i just thought a slave shouldn’t please herself but only her Mistress. Maybe that was wrong, maybe i should ask her if i’m allowed, or maybe i should just go ahead and fuck and tease myself to bliss and then back again. It doesn’t take me very long to achieve that and soon after i’m in the kitchen, wearing only the little apron from the maid’s costume, and start preparing the breakfast.

When i serve the breakfast i feel real good, much better than i did for weeks. Tired, but still sort of relaxed. And i sure don’t know why, but the movie almost doesn’t scare me anymore.

„Mistress? When does Master Jon plan to make that movie?“
She looks a bit surprised, but then she smiles mischievously. „You don’t need to know that. You’ll be told when it’s time. In the meantime you can start to imagine what Master Jon will make you do. And what he will do to you. Me, i can’t wait to see that movie, hehehe.“

MissConfused

01-07-2009, 09:07 AM

Zoe serves me a wonderful breakfast. I am glad she is taking the cooking classes, her meals have improved greatly.
“Have you prepared breakfast for yourself?” I ask. “No” she replies.
“Sit on the chair next to me at the table while I feed you.” This command seems to dumbfound her but she sits next to me while I feed her breakfast.
Occasionally a little spills on her face and I gently wipe it off.

I know how this meal will end. Shortly we are in bed making love to one another as equals and not as slave and mistress.
Oh how I needed this relief and apparently Zoe did also.

Afterward as we lay in each other’s arms I answer her question about the movie; “I don’t know yet when or where the movie will be filmed. Master Jon is making very elaborate plans for this movie.” “You will have one last chance to say no to the movie after we arrive at the studio but remember once you start the movie there will be NO WAY to stop.”

Two weeks later Zoe and I are sitting in first class onboard a plane heading to Los Angeles.
I ordered her to dress slutty. As other passengers boarding the plane walk past us they take notice of her.
I suspect they think she must be a celebrity. Who else but some slutty Hollywood celebrity would be comfortably nestled in a luxury of first class dressed as she is?
I enjoy seeing all the attention she is drawing.

That evening, Friday evening, we arrive in LA and meet Master Jon at the airport. We all jump into a cab and head to the hotel where he has reserved a luxurious suite for us all.
He tells Zoe and I that he wants to have an exhausting evening enjoying us both. She seems a little surprised that Master Jon wants to fuck us both and that I have agreed to participate.
He is after all my Master and I will do as he commands.

We have an excellent night of enjoying each other to extremes. Poor Zoe, she is always commanded to lick clean either Master Jon or myself after we are covered with cum.
I wonder if that disgusts her or if she enjoys it.
We all experience a deep sleep and wake totally refreshed the next morning.
“Good” I think to myself, Zoe will need all of her strength this day.

We order room service and enjoy breakfast. Once again I think “good, she will need all of her strength today.”
Master Jon orders Zoe to put on her latex catsuit and we head out the door to our special location.
I notice she is a little uncomfortable being seen in her tight latex suit in the lobby of the hotel on an early Saturday morning but too bad, we have somewhere to go, Master Jon hails a cab for us.

The driver drops us off at a seedy looking warehouse.
There is a sign above the door that says “Do it yourself studios.” This is the place Master Jon described to me on our phone-calls.
We open the door and start inside but I notice Zoe is hesitant to enter the building.

Once we are inside we are met by three LARGE & MUSCULAR black men each wearing tight short, shorts. I notice there are LARGE bulges in the crotch of their shorts.
None of the men smile at us. Master Jon introduces us to the three but they do not introduce themselves. They are exuding a very angry and stern attitude.
I am scared of them.

Master Jon explains the scenario to Zoe. “You will be required to sign a model release as this movie may be distributed in stores and on the internet.
These three masters will own you in this movie.”
“They will be brutal, even more so than anything you have experienced before. There will be no safe-word, you are expected to scream and beg for mercy during the filming of the movie.”
“We will be filming you for ten to twelve hours with no breaks for you during that time except to go to the bathroom. But you may only go with their permission. The masters will take their breaks as they deem necessary to ‘refresh’ themselves.
It is very possible we will need to take you to the hospital emergency room sometime today.”

With a very serious tone Master Jon explains “this will be a VERY EXTREME MOVIE. You will undoubtedly experience injury during the filming.”
“You may now say no to the movie and we will leave at this time. Neither myself or Charon will punish you for not doing the movie.
Once you start the movie you will not be allowed to stop until we have finished filming, remember you will have no safe-word.
If you wish to continue then sign the model release and we will begin.”

Scared and eager for Zoe I wait to see if she will sign the release…

lucy

01-08-2009, 03:23 AM

I'm scared. Really scared. I was ok on the plane yesterday, i even enjoyed the looks of the other passengers at the airport and on the plane. I actually basked in the attention i got in the skimpy dress, especially when i looked at Charon, how pleased she was with me.
I felt even better in the evening, playing with and pleasing Charon and Jon both at the same time. It was incredibly hot. I wish we'd do that more often. I don't know how many times i had to clean either Jon's cock or Mistress' pussy, but it certainly was nice to provide that service. Too bad Jon never really fucked me, he just teased me a bit, but never fucked me long enough to cum, as much as i begged. He saved all that for Charon. Well, i guess that's the part i have to play: Give pleasure to others and hope i'll eventually be rewarded. At least i was allowed to cum while watching them and masturbating myself. But it would surely be nice to be fucked hard again, it's way too long since the last time.
I woke up rested and still relaxed, but started to get nervous when we got into the cab, and when we arrived at this studio i was starting to get scared.

And now i'm standing here, the pen in my hand, and i want to cry and run. The three black guys never said a word. They just stare. I think i could handle it if they were leering at me, but they just stare coldly, as if to say „you're just a piece of meat and we don't give a damn about you at all.“ And that's quite possibly the whole truth: I'm just a piece of meat, fuckmeat, an object to play with, torture and throw away when they're done with it. Or to be precise, when they're done with me.

I do believe that i won't be punished when i don't sign that release. But will Mistress be disappointed if i don't? I think so. I also fear she will look down at me with contempt for having backed out. I look at her, trying to find out what she thinks, but she's looking at Jon, who doesn't show any emotion, he has put up his pokerface. I don't need to look at the guys to know that they're eager to play with me and want me to sign the paper.

Why did he say that with the ER? It was bad enough to see those guys, now i am really not sure if i should do this. Maybe i better get out of it as long as i can. But then again, i know that when i go thru that i will be very proud when i watch that movie, and i know that Mistress will reward me.

I see they all start to get impatient, watching me, but i just cannot decide. I feel tears welling up inside me. But no, i must not cry now. I swallow, fight back the tears and step forward, taking hold of the release form.
A last glance to Mistress Charon who smiles at me, but it isn't a very confident smile. I see that she's worried about me too.
I scan the paper. All it says is that i agree with the film being distributed in every possible way. No word about payment or anything. Well, that's the least of my problems now. Besides, i don't do it for the money anyway.

I almost can't write my own name, my hands are trembling so much. But finally it's done.
I'm fucked, i know i'm fucked...

When i look up i see a tear in Charon's eyes, and i almost start to cry too. But what's worse is that the expression on the three black guys' faces didn't change one bit. They all stare in the same cold expressionless way they did all the time.

„Well, perfect. Let's start then.“ Jon guides us to a wide door that opens to the studio. Once inside, i almost faint. It's full of stuff perfectly suited to a medieval torture chamber or some lab where poor apes are put to all kinds of awful tests.
Then i realize that i just peed myself.

MissConfused

01-08-2009, 09:22 AM

I can’t help but cry, I wish Zoe had not signed the release, I have some idea what is about to come.
She peed herself! The largest of the men steps forward and yells at her “dirty bitch!”
He then slaps her hard enough to knock her to the floor! “Go clean yourself bitch” he orders. I am surprised he hit her so soon, Master Jon and I have not yet grabbed our cameras. What he has done was not in the script or filmed.
I know then that Zoe will be seriously harmed today.

She returns and Jon and I grab our cameras to begin filming Zoe’s movie.
Immediately the men lock steel cuffs on her wrists and ankles. They are then attached to chains that lift Zoe a foot off the ground in an X position and gather around her with whips in their hands.
My heart is crushed when Zoe cries out “please Mistress Charon let me stop. I can’t do this! Please save me!”
But I know it is too late as the men start to whip her body.
I asked that she be allowed to wear her catsuit during the whipping. I did not to create more permanent scars on her body from welts.
The suit protects her flesh from tearing but does not stop her from feeling the pain from each lash of the powerful men’s whips.
She continues to cry to me to save her but it is too late.

Eventually the whips cut through her cat-suit and start to cut her flesh.
The script called for the whipping to stop when this happened and the three muscular giants stop.
Then one of them grabs a large knife and rapidly cuts off what remains of the suit. He is using the knife so rapidly and deftly that I fear he will cut Zoe but he doesn’t.

All this time Jon and I continue to film all the action.
There have also been four cameras placed on tripods around the room to ensure that all of the movie will be captured.

Then comes the next part, something so gruesome I can not help but cry.
A thin steel rod about three meters long is placed horizontally between Zoe’s legs. Two of the men lift the rod until it is buried in her pussy while the third man spreads her lips to ensure the bar is painfully directly on her clit.
She screams out in pain and continues beg to have the movie stopped.
With her ankles still chained to the floor she is not able to raise herself off of the bar. The giants raise the bar higher until I am sure it must be buried in her mound then they place the ends of the bar on stands to hold it in place.

I continue to film and cry simultaneously, I am sure my sobs are being picked up by the camera’s microphone.

Her screaming is ear shattering so an O shaped gag is placed in her mouth. The gag holds her mouth wide open allowing anything to be put in her mouth while at the same time subduing her screaming.

The men then grab the bar off of the stands to remove it but they lift it three more inches just before they do.
I can see the bar start to bend underneath Zoe. Obviously she has been stretched as far as possible.
They only hold the bar there for a few seconds before letting it down and setting it aside.
I look at Zoe’s face and see tears streaming down her face. Her chest and body are thrashing as if she is going into a seizure. Her stomach pumps rapidly as she fights to take in another breath.

I think about saying “enough” for I know what is coming next.
Her ankles still remain chained one foot above the floor but the chains on her wrists are lowered until her torso is parallel with the floor.
Her arms are painfully straining to hold up her body but they are forced backwards under her own weight.

Two of the giant, muscular black men remove their shorts.
One walks behind Zoe and starts to play with her pussy. She thrashes in pain as her clit must be extremely bruised from the bar.
After a moment he slams his giant cock into her and begins to fuck her wildly. She tries to scream in pain, no doubt she is begging for the movie to stop.
The other man walks to Zoe’s face and slides his cock into the open ring created by the open mouthed gag.
I am surprised any mouth is able to take his giant cock as he slides it deeper into her mouth.
Zoe is rapidly swinging back and forth from the motion of one man fucking her pussy while the other man fucks her mouth.
Quite often the man in front forces his cock too deep into Zoe’s mouth and the head of his cock slides down Zoe’s throat. I see her neck bulge everytime this happens. I am very sure to film this.
Then he grabs her hair and pulls his cock deep down her throat and cums. I can see the bulge in Zoe’s neck from the cock buried deep in her and watch the pulsing as he pumps each load of cum down her throat.
Once finished he pulls his still erect cock out of Zoe’s mouth and places a red rubber ball into to opening in her gag. She starts to buck hard with this. I am not sure if she is having trouble breathing or if the giant cock in her pussy is starting to cum.

I sense it is time to take a break from filming but as was explained to Zoe she will have no breaks.
She is released from the chains but her shackles remain on while she is locked spread eagle on her back on a mattress.
A machine is brought forward. It has a long rod with one end attached to a motor and the other end attached to a large dildo. They place the machine between her legs and put the dildo into her.
Then the machine is turned on. With each revolution of the motor the dildo slides in and out of her, it is a fucking machine!

The five of us retreat into the other room to take a break while the machine continues to
fuck Zoe. The cameras on the tripods continue to run so that her every move is filmed.
Once we enter the other room the men’s demeanor totally changes.
They are very nice and very intelligent. The largest and strongest of them all start to talk
about his rose garden. One of the others explains he is attending UCLA and the money he
earns in these movies helps to support him. The other is very nice and we soon learn he is the practical joker of the bunch. He has noticed my worry over Zoe’s treatment and consoles me. “She is strong and flexible and we will not do anything we feel she can not do” he assures me.
But after what I have observed so far I truly wonder if that is true.
I can not help but ask why they are so stern at times and such nice friendly guys at other times. “We must always be powerful and domineering in front of the slave. Since we are now in another room out of her site we can behave as we truly are.”

After a pleasant visit with the muscular giant masters we all return to the other room for the movie to continue. The three masters return to their angry persona.
Once we enter the room it appears that Zoe has passed out. I am scared, I wonder if she has died. But once the fucking machine is turned off and removed from her she becomes cognizant of our presence.

The filming lasts another six hours with Zoe being introduced to bondage and pain that I wonder how she can endure.
She of course gets no breaks from the filming but the masters and us alternate in and out of the other room to “refresh” ourselves.
Actually I retreat into the other room when I see Zoe undergoing some horrible scene, something so intense that I can not bare to watch it.

Zoe is completely beaten and limp once the movie is finally finished. The masters help us dress her in some loose fitting clothes and carry her out to one of their cars.
Master Jon says that is okay we can call a taxi but the master explains to him if we put her in a taxi looking as she does the taxi driver will definitely report us to the police.
“No” he says “let me drive you to the hotel and help you get her upstairs.”
As we leave one of the other masters hands me a bottle of oxycontin and instructs me to have her chew one up every two hours. “It will help greatly with the pain.”

When we are finally back in our hotel suite Zoe clothes are removed and she is in her bed limp and weak. I instruct her to chew up one of the tablets for pain and she almost instantly passes to sleep.
Master Jon and I sit in the other room ordering room service and talking about the day.
“She is truly a treasure. I hope you never lose her. Her movie will definitely require some editing, some of the scenes are too intense to place in a movie.”
“Do not sell her in the next auction, she needs time to recover” he orders me.
“Also do not offer her up at any parties for the next six months.” It is clear that Master Jon is as concerned for her well being as I am.

After dinner we both agree we are too tired to “play” so we retreat to bed to sleep.
I am sure to wake every two hours to have Zoe chew up another painkiller.
Each time as she slips into sleep I lean over and kiss her forehead and whisper “I love you Zoe.”

Master Jon has to leave on Sunday to return to Boston but we have reserved the suite until Wednesday because we knew Zoe would need time to recover.
I bathe her and nurse her and care to her every need until it is time to leave the hotel.
I continue to care for her several days after we return to our apartment.
She did not object at first, she was to injured and weak to resist but once we are back in our apartment she insists I must not wait on her any further.

I tell her I must wait on her until she is well. In a totally off-guard moment I let the words slip out of my mouth “I love you Zoe…”

lucy

01-09-2009, 12:59 PM

The filming didn't even start and i already taste my own blood when i am hit on the face, hard enough to send me to the floor. I hurry to get up to go clean myself in the bathroom, my cheek burning hot. When i return they don't waste no time but immediately chain me to two posts and pull on the chains until my feet are off the ground. The strain on my arms is tremendous, it feels as if they will pop from their sockets. Then they begin to whip me and i begin to scream. The continue until the latex dress is reduced to rags. My eyes widen in horror as one of the blokes starts to cut away the remaining latex, i'm sure he'll cut me badly. But he doesn't.
My relieve is shortlived, though. I'm set on a thin still rod which cuts deep into my pussy. I scream and beg them to release me from the pain when all of my body weight drives my pussy unto the rod, but nobody gives a damn. Maybe Charon does, but she's out of sight. Tears are running down my cheeks and my screams get louder. Too loud, obviously, because one of the black guys places a gag in my mouth. Finally, just before i feel i'm fainting, the rod is taken away.

But i know that the torture i've just gone through will only be replaced by another. I'm lowered to a horizontal position, stretched to the extreme. My pussy is fondled briefly and roughly, but i know it's not to make me wet and thus the penetration that sure will follow easier. It's just to show me they can do with it as they please and that they don't care if it hurts. In one brutal thrust he buries his cock in my pussy. The pain is agonizing, but my screaming is quickly muffled when on of the other guys grabs my hair, jerks my head back and starts to fuck my mouth.
Not long ago i was thinking how nice it would be to fuck, and now i would give everything if i could get away without it. But of course there's no getting away, they keep on fucking me hard. I feel like i'm suffocating when the one in my mouth blocks my breathing, but finally he's done and he shoots his cum deep inside my throat.

Then they all have a break while i'm being fucked by a machine. After that, it all begins to blur. Later i just remember that i screamed and begged for mercy until my voice was gone, i also remember that at on point one of the guys said „I want to see that butterfly lift off, hehehe.“ He then attached electrodes to my pussy lips and my clit. I also remember that i peed myself again with the last shock.

The only other thing i remember is a scene when i beg for a drink and one of the guys says i might drink his piss. When i shake my head he slaps me hard.
„You don't reject such a generous offer by your Master. Beg me for my piss, cunt!“
I'm terrified. True, Mistress has peed on me before, but i was never forced to drink it. That's too disgusting, i frantically shake my head again. He squeezes my already bruised tit until i yell with the pain.
„Beg me, cunt, or you'll learn that what we've done so far with you was only mild playing.“
Oh my god, i don't think i've got a choice.
„P... please, Master, let me drink your piss?“ Another couple of hard slaps.
„Me? Did you say me? I don't see a person, i just see a filthy cunt. Try again.“ Another slap sends me to the floor.
„Please... Master, allow this... filthy cunt to drink your piss.“
„Much better. The filthy cunt may hold my dick. And make sure your eyes are open and looking at me.“
I hold his cock and direct it at my face. This is so humiliating and disgusting. Thousands of people will see me begging for his piss, will see how i hold his dick, how his hot piss splashes on my face and in my mouth, how i swallow as much as i can.
„You fucking filthy cunt spilled quite a lot of your Master's piss. You'll suffer for that.“ They all leave again after having me doused with a bucket of cold water and tied to the posts like in the beginning. Only this time i am hanging upside down.

The rest is just a haze of pain, exhaustion and tiredness from which i only emerge the other day, back in the hotel. Jon has already left, and i'm glad when i'm told that Mistress and me will stay another two days. I'm still drifting in and out of this haze of pain and exhaustion and only on Monday am i able to stand on my own feet without Mistress supporting me. Also on Monday i take a look at myself in a mirror. I'm shocked and start to cry. There's no inch of my body that isn't bruised or covered with welts. And that's only the superficial part, my joints still hurt terribly, my pussy and anus too, my breasts are supersensitive to every touch. And they also glow in ever color of the rainbow.

Tuesday I think of my job for a second, but can't be bothered enough to really worry about it. I guess i'll have to look for a new one once we're back, i don't suppose my boss will wait for me to get back to work after a week without hearing from me. No big loss, though.

Wednesday i feel better. I finally manage to talk in a more or less normal voice again, before it was just croaking or hoarse whispers. Once back in Mistress' apartment i feel rested enough to fulfill my duties and not being waited on by Mistress anymore. However, she insist on looking after me until i'm fully recovered. The next day i'm still not fully recovered, but enough to ask her to stop waiting on me.
„I'm the slave, and i'm supposed to serve you, Mistress. I'm fine, i'm rested enough to serve you again. Please allow me to do it, Mistress. I really want to.“
„No, I will take care of you until you're really well again. That's an order.“

And then she says „I love you Zoe“ and i just sink down on my knees, hugging her legs and burying my face in her crotch, tears of joy running down my cheeks.

MissConfused

01-09-2009, 04:34 PM

“DAMN! why did I say ‘I love you’?”
I truly do love her and pray that she will stay with me forever but I am her mistress and not her lover!
Then she slides between my legs “NO! I command her” I notice she is crying but I am not sure why. Is it due to the pain or is it due to what I said to her?
Either way I pull her up next to me and lick the tears off of her cheeks. “Please don’t cry my love.”
DAMN! why did I call her my love? It is true that I love her more than I have ever loved anyone before but she is my slave. I must keep that in mind before I ruin our love.

Obviously she loves to be my slave; why else would she have put herself through that torturous movie?
And clearly I love her; why else would my heart have shattered so when I heard her cry for mercy?

“Come let me bathe you” I command her. She looks at me both frightened and angry.
She must wonder why I am treating her thusly.
She reluctantly follows me into the bathroom where I draw up a hot bubble-bath but much to her surprise I slip off my clothing and climb into the tub first.
“Come sit in front of me” I command of her and gladly she does.
I take great pleasure in washing her while I kiss her neck.

After we are done I gently dry off her bruised body and lead her into my bedroom.
“Lay next to me slave” I order her and she does as commanded.
I tell her how proud I am of her and how I admire her withstanding the horrendous torture the giants did to her.
“Master Jon will have a copy of the film for us to watch in a week.”
I also warn her that he is planning on marketing the movie.
“Be prepared to become a porn-star”

I thought she would cry at the thought of this but instead she snuggles closer to me as if the thought of her degradation is giving her great comfort.
I pull her face to mine and kiss her passionately then I tell her “you know where your tongue belongs” and she slides down my torso stopping when her face is between my legs…

MissConfused

01-09-2009, 04:43 PM

lucy

01-14-2009, 01:18 PM

Of course i know where my tongue belongs, even when it's much too long since it was there. Just like it's much too long since i served and pleased my Mistress.
Hmm, but now i'm pleasing her and it feels so good, touching the soft flesh of her thighs, smelling her pussy. I take my time, kissing and licking her belly, the mound and her inner thighs. Her breath is getting faster while i close in on her pussy. I'm not too surprised to find it already wet but haven't a problem getting it even wetter. Charon starts to moan when i flick her clit with my tongue, slowly working a finger into her.
She's getting really excited now and i feel that she's nearing an orgasm. I slow down, keeping her hanging, waiting, until she grabs my hair and pushes me into her crotch.
„Make me cum, slave!“
But i keep holding back, i want something from her and i want her to ask me what's up. Her demands get a bit angry and finally she asks me what's wrong.
„Mistress, i'll be happy to make you cum, nicer than ever before. But i must say i'm a bit disappointed right now.“
„What?“
„I am your slave, but i got rights too.“ I lick her clit and fingerfuck her a couple of times, to keep her in the mood.
„No you don't. Make me cum now!“
„Yes i do. I've got the right to serve you. Promise me you'll let me serve you the way it's my right and duty, and i make you cum over and over and over.“
She chuckles „you know, you're crazy. Ok, alright. Now make me CUM!“
And that's exactly what i do, several times, until she finally doze off. I'm lying awake, still between her legs, smelling her, touching her. Loving her.

I'm still much too excited to doze off, let alone sleep. I gently kiss her soft skin.

She called me her love!!! Mistress said she loved me!!!

MissConfused

01-15-2009, 08:16 AM

I wake the next morning wonderfully refreshed and painfully hungry.
“Get up slave and make me breakfast” I command of her. It is Monday morning and I must leave for work shortly.
Zoe prepares a simple but delicious breakfast which I ravenously devour.
“Pick out clothes for me to wear while I go shower.” I wonder how well her taste for clothes are. We will find out after I shower.

I take an extremely hot shower which reminds me of how she warmed my body last night.
I walk into my bedroom to see what clothing Zoe has picked for me. She did an excellent job of selecting my day’s attire. She seems to have some sense of how a professional woman dresses.
I compliment her and remark that she must know how to dress for success. For some reason that compliment appears to offend her.

“Shower quickly while I get dressed I have a treat for you.” There is little time left before I must leave when she finally returns to me.
“Fetch a clean bed-sheet and place it on the floor in the living room” I command. Then I order her to lay down at one edge of the sheet with her arms down to her sides. Once she is in position I proceed to roll her over and over in the sheet until finally she is totally wrapped from shoulders to toes in the sheet. She looks like a beautiful mummy.
I then wrap her leather belt around her waist and lock it into place. I wrap a strap securely around her ankles and another strap around her upper arms.

She is secured tightly in her mummy wrap and will not be able to free herself. Zoe is trapped until I decide to let her free.
“I must leave for work. You are to remain there until I return. DO NOT soil yourself, you are my slave not an animal.” And with that I leave for work.

While I ride in the cab to work I keep wondering “was that a wise thing to do? What if there is a fire? Zoe will be trapped. What if the superintendent needs to go into my apartment for something or other and finds Zoe wrapped up on the floor? What if… What if… What if…?” keeps running through my mind all throughout my ride to work.

Once I arrive at work the day quickly becomes hectic. So many new investments to review. I am told I must leave that evening for some small industrial town in Ohio to examine some small company we are planning on investing capital in.
I have to laugh. What if I had been told I need to leave right away to do a quick review of the company as I have done several times in the past.
It can be tiring to leave for the airport immediately with nothing more than my briefcase and purse in hand and do an audit of a company and return very late at night.
What would Zoe do if she had to remain bound until midnight Monday?
But I am able to leave work early to prepare for my evening flight and short two day trip.

When I arrive home Zoe is asleep. What is she doing? I wanted her to examine her life as my slave and to think of new ways to please me but here she is sleeping!

“Wake up slave” I bark at her and she abruptly returns to consciousness.
While I am packing a piece of carry-on luggage I give her commands for the next two days.
“I have to leave this evening for a two day trip. You are not allowed to wear clothing while I am gone. I want my apartment to be spotlessly clean when I return and you must retrieve my mail from the mail box in the lobby both days. I suggest you retrieve it at two in the morning when the only person to see you will be the guard reviewing the tape from the security camera.
I notice that we need groceries so that you may cook dinner for me when I return. You will be allowed to wear your coat and nothing else whenever you leave the apartment building. Do you understand?”

Zoe nods in acknowledgement as I grab my carry-on and head out the door…

lucy

01-17-2009, 10:41 AM

Mummification isn't exactly what i was craving. I know that now. When Mistress left it didn't take long until i panicked. What if something happens to her? What if she has an accident? What if the neighbours decide the house should be burned down? I struggle for a time, wriggling and fighting against the bonds, but of course it’s useless. I feel like i’m falling into a black hole, a hole full of panic and fear. But finally i manage to get a grip. Then i see my mobile phone lying on the living room table. If all goes wrong, i probably could knock over the table and manage to reach someone, even if i have to dial with my teeth. Not really a comforting thought, but relaxing enough to start thinking about different things.

The last weeks have been nice but something is missing. But what? Do we need a man? A man who fucks her - and maybe mine too – brains out on a regular basis? Or at least once in a while? After all, we’re both no lesbians. Maybe I should organize a private party for her. Hire some callboy or better find a lover. She’d probably like to have a good night’s fucking with a nice and steadfast guy. But then again, i have no idea if she’s allowed or if she would need permission from Jon. I don’t think so, but i also realize that i don’t know too much about the nature of their relationship.
What else could i do to please her? I can’t think of anything else right now. Maybe i should take a “vacation” and visit my parents and brothers in the Midwest. It’s been quite a while i haven’t seen them. Talking with mom would probably just end in the usual quarrel about why i don’t finally find me a nice (boring) guy and get married. Dunno if i want that.
Still, visiting my family would also give me time to think about a lot of things. Like about getting a new job since i got fired because i didn’t show up for work after the movie.

My mind turns and wanders and finally i’m just tired and glad i didn’t drink anything in the morning and i fall asleep.
Mistress’ harsh words get me back to reality and finally i’m released from my bonds. Too bad, she’s heading again after only half an hour.
“Clean the apartment, shop for groceries, cook dinner.” Great. How about: “Come with me to please me in that boring hotel room in God-knows-where?”.
Of course i’m not tired at all and so i start to clean the apartment. At four o’clock in the morning, the only things that remains to be cleaned are the windows. After a long and restful sleep i immediately start cleaning the windows. Naked…
To nobody’s surprise the blokes from the building across are soon gathered again, watching me. One of them seems to have a telescope, oh NO! it’s a huge lens and he’s taking pictures.
Great! Just fucking great!
I’ll bet those pics are all over the net tonight. Well, there’s nothing i can do about it, is there? Actually, there is. Once i’m finished with the windows, i go get a sheet of paper and a marker and write:
Want pics
079 744 65 87
and hold it out the window. I see him looking through the camera, walk away and come back with his phone. I pick up on the first ring.
“You want those pictures?” He sounds a bit defensive.
“Yes, please.”
“They’re mine and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Oh, sorry, i think we have a misunderstanding. I just want a copy of them, if that’s possible.”
He chuckles. “Sure, sweetheart. But you’ll have to come and get them.”
Of course. What else… I think about it for a moment “ok, i’ll come in half an hour.”
He gives me his name and apartment number and i hang up.
After a light snack and a shower i go to my room to pick some undies when i remember that i’m not allowed to wear anything but my coat. Damn. Damn. Damn. I’m about to go naked to the apartment of some sleazeball.

Five minutes later i ring the bell. He opens and leads me to the living room. “Sit down, I’m just preparing a tea, if you want. Be with you in a minute. Oh, excuse me, don’t you want to shed your coat?”
“Err, no, i … i’m fine, thank you.” He seems to be ok so far. I look at the camera on the tripod and wonder how many pics he took?
“Sugar, milk?” His question startles me, I was lost in thoughts.
Then he sits down opposite me, fixing me with his blue eyes. He’s at least fifty, but all in all still in shape.
“That’s a nice butterfly you have there on your pussy.” Oh my, why did i ever think of coming here to get those pics? Now i’m asked about things that are only my business. But then again, he just complimented on something i like very much myself.
“Thank you.” I take a sip of the tea.
“But what on earth is that red mark on your buttcheek? A branding?”
He’s not exactly restrained. I don’t know what to say. It’s none of his business that i’m wearing my Mistress’ “tag” branded on my butt.
“C’mon, we both know what you two have going, you and that other women. I’ve seen how she whipped you, how you kneel at her feet. Too bad you don’t always have the curtains open, hehehe. But you need not worry, I’ve never taken pictures.”
Oh my god. So much about privacy in your own home. “Then why did you now?”
“Coz you wanted it. You produced yourself. Posed, actually. Isn’t that right?”
Yeah, he’s right. I did make sure that all the guys had a good view at me. Dunno really why i did, though, it kinda just happened.
“So, my guess is, she’s your Mistress and that’s her branding on your ass.”
“Yes. It says “MC”. Mistress Charon.”
“Ok, now for the pics.” He gets up and walks to his comp to retrieve a CD. He helds it out to me, but when i want to take it, he pulls it back.
“There’s a price, of course. Show me that branding and you’ll get the pics.” I look at him for a long time. Finally i get up and unbutton the coat. His smile broadens with every button i open. Finally i shed the coat and stand naked in front of him. Turning around i realize that i’m getting horny.
He takes a close look at the branding.
“Must have hurt. But i bet you’re proud of it.”
I face him again. I see the bulge in his trousers and right then i really want him to fuck me. I’m so horny!
“Fuck me.”
He looks at me for an instant but then he quickly undresses and pushes me onto the sofa, where he takes his sweet time fucking me. Slowly and gently in the beginning, but in the end he pounds my pussy with powerful thrusts until we both cum.
I get up, don the coat and start to head out.
“Don’t forget the CD. And thanks, that was a good fuck.”
“Yeah, it was. Bye.” With that i leave the apartment and head home. Shit. What have i done? I cheated on my Mistress, just for a little pleasure.
Back home i pace the apartment restlessly, swearing first, crying later. I’m such a stupid, foolish, horny and selfish cunt. I’ve risked everything that is dear to me for 30 minutes of sex. Stupid, stupid, stupid Zoe!!!

When Mistress finally arrives the next day, i have prepared a nice dinner. I’m allowed to sit at the table, even when i didn’t deserve it at all. But i can’t look into her eyes. I must tell her. I ask for permission to leave the table and when i get it i head to the comp to get the CD.
And then i kneel at Mistress’ side and tell her about everything, knowing that my fate is in her hands now.

MissConfused

01-19-2009, 08:27 AM

“WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU DID WHAT SLUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I grab the filthy CD from her and fling it across the room causing it to break a lamp.
I grab her by the hair and drag her while she tries to stand up. I open the front room closet and order her to kneel on her hands and knees while I think.
With that I slam the door shut and begin throwing things all around the apartment. I am sure I have done thousands of dollars in damage when I finally tire of smashing things.
“The dirty cunt, the dirty cunt” I keep thinking over and over.

I am furious and exhausted from the pain Zoe has caused me.
I throw open the closet door and yell at her “you will spend all night here!”
With that I grab a bottle of wine and retreat to my bedroom. I would prefer to sit on the divan but I have broken so many things that the living room is a horrific mess.

When I awake the next morning I shower and prepare for work. Before I leave I open the closet door and order Zoe to crawl out of the closet.
“You will clean this mess and you will get me the phone number of the pig with whom you betrayed me” as I slam the front door and leave.
When I arrive home Zoe is kneeling at the front door naked. She keeps begging and begging for me to forgive her.
“Do you have the phone number?” “Yes” she replies and hands me a slip of paper.
I call the number and speak to the pig in a sexy tone. “You have experienced my slave. Would you like to know what it is like to serve a mistress?”
I can hear his cock getting hard through the phone, the little man is too excited.
I order him to come over in one hour to serve me. “Yes mistress” spurts from his mouth like a premature ejaculation.
“I will destroy him” I think to myself.

I prepare Zoe by wrapping her tightly in straps and a gag and have her sit in a chair in the front room.
I have prepared myself by wearing my thigh high leather boots and nothing else. I have my riding crop in hand, it will get used frequently tonight.
I want the pig to know immediately when he walks in the door that I am his mistress!

He knocks on my front door and I let him in. “Take off your clothes and throw them in a pile there” which he does immediately. I reach around his throat and secure a collar and leash on him.
His cock is so rigid I fear it will start spurting at any moment. If the pig cums early I will make him lick it up off the floor.

I lead him by his leash to the middle of the room. I want Zoe to see clearly what is to happen.
I hold his leash firmly in one hand and begin to whip him with the crop in my other hand.
He ducks and winces like a little girl. I become more angry trying to whip him as he puts up his hands to protect himself and cries out for me to stop.
I turn and look angrily at Zoe; even during her worst beating she never raised her arms to protect herself and here this pig is begging at a mild whipping.

Tired of his begging I order him to his knees and straddle his face. I spread my legs and force his face into my pussy.
He starts to gag and struggle for breath. I force my pussy harder onto his face until he finally falls over onto his back.
“PIG!” I think to myself. Zoe betrayed me for this weak pig?
I order him back onto his knees while a put on my strap-on with a small dildo.
“Do you want to suck my cock?” I ask him. “No” he says!
“What??? you are a slave you will do anything your mistress commands!”
With that he opens his mouth and I start to fuck his mouth. He gags with every thrust forward that I do. And I used the small dildo; what would he have done had I used a larger dildo.

After a few moments of him gagging on the dildo I am tired of him.
“Get on your hands and knees” I order and I walk behind him and kneel down to mount his ass.
He jumps when he feels the dildo between his legs. “No” he begs. “Shut-up scum” and with that I spread his legs and start to slide the dildo into his ass.
He cries! No sounds of pleasure or surrender, instead he cries.
I reach around and grab his cock in my hand and starting to rub. He probably foolishly thinks he is going to enjoy cumming.
Almost instantly his cock shoots a load of goo into my hand but instead of letting him enjoy it I reach around and smear it on his face and force my fingers into his mouth.
“How does it taste pig?” I ask him but he doesn’t reply.

I look at Zoe fiercely with angry eyes that say “you betrayed me for this pig?”

After I have thoroughly fucked his weak ass I withdraw the strap-on and remove the dildo from the harness. “You are not done yet” I think as I take the small dildo from the harness and shove it back into his ass.

“Roll onto your back slave” I order as I straddle his face and begin to smother him with my pussy.
He kicks and struggles as the weak pig he is. There is no effort on his part to control his breath. Instead he struggles to move my pussy off of his face.
I continue to smother him until I notice he is struggling less. I have defeated the pig!

Rising from his face I walk around and kneel between his legs. The dildo is still protruding from his ass.
I bury one of my knees deep into the inside of his thigh. The flabby flesh succumbs easily and painfully. The pig lets out another scream of pain as I grab the end of the dildo and begin to fuck him again.
He is trying to get free and is crying in pain. I fiercely yank the dildo out of his ass and het lets out a large scream and curls up in a ball on the floor.

I stand up and remove his collar, then I open the front door and order him out. He hobbles out of the door as I throw his clothes out in the hallway.
I slam the door shut with a loud thunder and walk over to Zoe.
I lean down and look into her eyes “you betrayed me for this weak pig!”

Angrily I march into my room and dress for a night of clubbing. I am still wearing my thigh high leather boots and a tight short dress. I am on the hunt for someone new and new adventure I want my appearance to make that quiet clear.

Without bothering to speak to Zoe or to look at her I turn off all the lights and head out for a night of adventure.

The first club was a waste of time but at the second club I see a woman I must have. Every man in the club is trying to dance with her but they are only wasting her time.
No one can match her sexy fluid movements. She exudes sex with every sway of her hips.
She notices me staring at her and smiles. That was all the invitation I needed and I head out onto the dance floor.
Squeezing my way through the horde of losers surrounding her I am finally in front of her dancing to the same rhythms. After the song ends she grabs my head and pulls me to her face. She gives me a long passionate kiss, it is quite clear she and I understand what we each want.

We spend a long time dancing together until it is finally time to rest.
Standing at the bar I introduce myself “my name is Charon.” She tells me her name is Suzette.
WHAT! I think to myself and then think that is a servants name as in Suzette the French maid.
I tell her this and she only smiles “well I do like to serve.”

We spend the next hour dancing and embracing and kissing on the dance floor. I have no doubt that we have a rapt audience watching us.
“Let’s leave and go someplace private” I tell her.
“No I can’t, I have a boyfriend.” I am both puzzled and heart-broken at this.
In a desperate attempt to see her again I ask “can I have your cellphone number?”
“No” she answers “but give me your number and I will call you.” For some reason I believe her as I hand her one of my cards.

On the cab ride home I am confused. Should I keep Zoe or throw her out waiting for Suzette to call.
Or should I give Zoe a chance to stay?

When I walk into my apartment I decide I will give Zoe one chance to convince me to keep her.
I walk in front of her and say “tell me why I should keep you.”
Then I remove her gag and wait to see what she says next…