Auctioned angel

The girl, kneeled silently at the stage, her eyes cast downwards. Her shame and her misery that her former Trainer felt that she wasn't needed, that she wasn't fit for Him.

There was hustle and bustle around her, but she wasn't responsive. Her number came up. "Slave 421"

She looked up, and glanced down at her former Trainer, the one who was leaving her, casting her out to the mercy of others. She promised that she wouldn't go through that again, and wished to please whomever it was to take His place to her fullest ability.

She assumed the presenting position, naked, kneeling with her legs spread wide, shaved cunt on display, tits out and back straight, her eyes glazed over towards the selective crowd before her.

Suddenly a Man caught her eye. She remained still and pretended not to be unphased, she tried to slow down her breathing, as she saw Them come forward for a closer inspection....

As Tim watched the slaves on display, his eyes wandered from one kneeling, naked prospect to another. Various sized tits and asses were on vivid display, some hairy pussies as well as some closely shaved ones and one that was completely bald.

He noticed baldy looking up at him briefly. She had some promise, but if He took her, she'd be punished for not keeping her eyes down.

His booted feet ambled slowly around this motley crew, taking in their wares from all angles. The black leathered man stopped short when he once again was standing in front of baldy, slave 421.

He wondered why anyone would give her up? Tim saw a man standing close to her and figured he must be the auctioner.

"How much for 421"? Tim asked.

The lady conducting the auction spoke up. "500!" Tim smiled and thought she would've been a bargain at a thousand..."I'll take her!"

Tim was right. The man standing near 421 was indeed the seller, for he stepped right up, accepted the cash, removed his collar from his former slave-girl and quickly walked off.

At that point Tim looked at his new slave, who was smiling to herself now that she had been chosen. "Don't look so smug, slave. You've already earned yourself a spanking!" The smile was instantly wiped off her face..."Yes Sir," she replied meekly.

Ten hard spanks later, he put His collar around His new slave's neck and attached a leash. Helping her off the pedestal and after draping a blue tarry cloth robe around her shoulders, Tim led his otherwise naked slave through the crowd, out the door and to his vehicle for a ride to his place.

Putting her in the back seat of his SUV, He made her sit in the middle with her legs spread wide and her wrists bound behind her, so each time He came to a stop Tim could reach back and get a feel of her most intimate place.

Once they arrived at Tim's house in the suburbs, He led His new slave in the front door, glad that it was dark out so none of His nosey neighbors would notice. Inside, the leather clad man put her immediately on her knees, which sunk into the plush carpeting of her new Master's livingroom.

Then holding the leash, Tim sat in his easy chair with his new slave kneeling in front of him. "Ready for you initiation spanking, slut!?"

Sitting in the car, with her legs spread wide for Him, her wrists bound behind her, presented to Him, aware that even at this moment, He owned her completely. She bit her lip hard, as He touched her cunt, and toyed with her nipples, when the car came to a halt. She tried hard to be still, as she knew her body was His to possess and use at will.

The car stopped, they had reached their destination. She was thankful that it was dark as she was led by Him into His house.

She was tugged by the lead and forced to her knees, onto soft carpet. She cast her eyes downwards, not wanting to displease her new owner. She felt Him still hold the leash, staring at His feet as He sat down.

She hears His voice. "Ready for your initiation spanking, slut!?"

Although she didn't have permission to respond, she thought the safe option was to say "Yes Sir, slut is ready to serve You."

'Initiation spanking..' She thought to herself. She clenched her bottom without realising, surely it would become deliciously red. For the first time she looked up at Him closely, sitting in His chair, her eyes filled with curiosity, in regards to her new owner.

He didn't look as meanacing and as imposing as her previous trainer. She wasn't afraid of Him when He claimed her and took her to His car.

She felt Him tug the leash, making her attentive.

Tugging on the leash, Tim forced His kneeling, naked slave( He'd removed the robe earlier ) with her wrists still cuffed behind her, to look up at Him. She was indeed a diamond in the ruff, and He thought her previous owner to be a fool for giving her up. Her breasts, legs, butt and pussy were perfect. He knew that this slave would give Him many days of pleasure.

This slave-girl who certainly was polite, no doubt as result of rigorous previous training, must, however be schooled on Tim's rules. Forcing her head up, his brown eyes scanned the front of her soft, delicate body, which still wore some marks no doubt from previous punishments.

Likewise, she seemed to be studying Him as well, trying to tell just how strict He would be, and how much she could get away with.

Then He spoke. "Before I give you your initiation spanking there is a few things you must adhere to."..."Yes Sir."...You, 'slut', and by the way that will be your name for as long as I decide to keep you, will not speak unless spoken to!"...She swallowed hard, "Yes Sir," she replied quickly as her eyes became locked onto His..."You may be disciplined at anytime for any kind of violation! You have already received one for failing to keep your eyes down during the auction!"..."Yes Sir."..."Remember, you are here for My pleasure, not yours!"..."Yes Sir."...I do, however, reward my slaves from time to time as a result of good behavior," Tim said as his leather vest crinkled..."Yes Sir," she said with a polite smile.

"Very well then, so that you may receive your initiation spanking welcoming you as my new slave, I want you to lie across my lap."..."Yes Sir."

She instantly crawled over His lap, and inwardly smiled. She with her previous Trainer, didn't receive spankings such as this as an initiation, she only was spanked if she disobeyed. She squirmed over His lap, as she could feel his hand on the small of her back. Her heartbeat quickened, and strangely enough was sending faint signals to her cunt.

She wasn't meant to be feeling like this? The slave was confused, in that such a simple task seemed to overpower her will and modesty. She could feel His hand on her ass, rubbing, preparing her for what was to come.

She felt the first hard slap! Totally unprepared, she wiggled in His lap, biting her lip hard, masking a surprised whimper. The sting was delicious, the heat rising between her legs, she struggled to keep them closed, so that He wouldn't notice. The second and third slap coming quick in succession, the sting, mingling with her apparent arousal. She closed her eyes and concentrated on being a good slave. Her arousal confusing her, as the spanks continued to rain down.

Seeing slut's hardened nipples, told Tim knew she was aroused. Not only that He was sure she could feel His hardness underneath her. Having her soft body so close felt like heaven, but He needed to keep His mind on the subject at hand.

As His hand repeatedly descended on her upturned buttocks, He held her still cuffed wrists up behind her for leverage. Each time a smack landed, He gave her more rules she must adhere to.

"You, slut, will be on your knees anytime we are in the same room!" SMACK!..."Yes Sir!" She blurted into the carpet. "You will suck my cock every morning!" SMACK!..."Yes Sir!"..."You will sleep on a specially prepared bed each night on the floor of the bedroom!" SMACK!..."Yes Sir!"..."The only piece of clothing you are allowed to wear in the house is low-cut bikini panties, any color but black!" SMACK!..."Yes Sir. "If I have any male friends over for a poker game or a sporting event on tv, you will orally service each one of them!" SMACK!..."Yes Sir!..."And finally, slut, any perceived show of disrespect will be followed by severe punishment!" SMACK!!..."YES SIR!!"

"Very well then, get on your knees and unzip my pants!" He ordered as He uncuffed her wrists.

Her ass stinged wonderfully, the heat compounding. She practically jumped off His lap, hearing the order, proceeded to follow them.

Relieved that the handcuffs were removed from her wrists, the slave, quickly kneeled before her new Sir. She fumbled a little with His pants, pulling the zip, quickly enough, then gently releasing His cock. Her face was inches away, her eyes caught staring at Him. Sir didn't give her specific instructions on what she was to do, once He was exposed to her, but with seeing His cock so close to her face, she couldn't help but open her mouth wide to allow Him access.

She briefly looked up at Him for permission to continue, then as He directed her roughly, by gripping her hair, she knew what she had to do. His cock enters her mouth and she began to rhythmically suck and work on Him. Twirling her tongue, massaging Him as she could feel His cock thrust deeper, at her throat. Trying very hard to not gag, trying to be a good slut, she continued to suck Him, and pleasure Him with her tongue. The grip on her hair keeping her in place.

slut's mouth felt wonderful as He controlled her by her hair. Up and down, licking the head, which sent Him into the stratospere, then down the shaft. Then to his balls. She took each one of his manly globes in her mouth, one at a time at first, then both!

"Oh yes!" He mouthed in a state of euphoria.

Then back up the shaft to the head. He could feel the juices rumbling. Steadily he began fucking her mouth as he held onto her hair. On and on she sucked Him until uncontrollably the jism burst into her mouth as she swallowed furiously.

Not a drop was spilled on the rug, as slut cleaned him off. He then smiled down at her, as he slowly began to turn to normal breathing.

"Time to visit the dungeon, slut." Tim said as he led His new slave-girl on her hands and knees toward the door and to the steps that lead down to his playroom.

With slut on her hands and knees, Sir Tim opened the wooden door revealing to her eyes the flight of steps that lead to the basement. she yelped when her new Master whacked her on the butt with the riding crop he was carrying..."Come on slut, get down those steps!"

She felt like a bitch as Sir Tim made her slowly descend the twelve wooden steps that were cold and hard on her knees, as He held onto her leash. slut could see the tiled floor of the basement in front of her, which were colder and harder than the steps.

Once they reached the cellar, slut could see another wooden door to her right, as Sir Tim led her towards it. Some mixed emotions ran through her being. Her nipples hardened again, both from the sudden chill in the air and from the excitement of seeing her new Master's dungeon for the first time.

Feeling the smack of the crop on her ass, she crawled gingerly on the wooden steps that were to lead her to His dungeon. Feelings of fear and excitement ran through her. She wondered what was in store for her once she entered. She shivered as she left the wooden steps and made her way across even colder tiles. Her hands and knees were aching terribly as the harshness of the cool steps sent tremors through her body. A sudden breeze coming from the dungeon made her nipples instinctively harden, as she looked on curiously as her new Master, lead her into their new playground.

Sir Tim led his new slave-girl into the darkness, with the four halogen lights fixed in the ceiling serving as the only light. The rug on the floor eased some of the pressure on a kneeling slave's knees. As He tugged on the leash, leading her toward the center of this well-equiped playroom, He knew her eyes would adjust to the strange, ominous surroundings quickly. The four black walls would add to the eerieness of the place.

As slut put one knee in front of the other, He could see her hardened nipples, both from the chill in the room, for this was the coolest room in the house, which provided a haven during the scorching days of summer, and from the excitement of it all. She also, obediently, kept her eyes down as she trudged along behind Him.

Finally Tim stopped under the two, long hanging chains, that were attached to the ceiling by two I-bolts. With an upward tug on the leash, He whacked her on the butt with the crop and gave her a terse command, "Up slut!" The leather-clad man forced her to stand, then raised each one of her arms so He could attach each one of her wrists to the leather cuffs already hooked onto a link in each chain. This left her arms spread out over her head with her feet still on the rug, but He added a three foot spreaderbar, which forced her legs out.

Stepping back to admire the lovely sight before Him, Tim wondered to Himself once again. Why would anyone want to give her away, which is what that cheap asking price was? Was she constantly giving her previous owner a hard time? Maybe he grew tired of discipling her. At least slut was keeping her eyes down. Perhaps He'd bought a good one, He mused.

His eyes wandered from her perky breasts down to her bald pussy, when He realized that He really didn't know her limits. Tim was not a sadist, but He would indeed to explore what those limits were, as He slowly began walking around her suspended form, still holding the crop.

She looked at her leather clad Owner briefly as she was ordered to stand, her arms lifted and cuffed above her head, her legs held apart by a spreader bar.

Suspended and held upright at His mercy, the slave kept her eyes downcast. her cunt exposed to Him, nipples at attention, wondering what His next move was. She could feel His eyes taking in her naked and stretched frame, as she felt Him look over His new property.

She held her silence well, wondering if in time He would recognise her faults. Why that selling price was considerably lower, than any of the others who were in her selling group. She wanted to prove Him that she was a good slave, despite the opinions and monetary value put on her head.

She heard Him come closer to her, His footsteps echoed as He walked around her. She gasped, biting her lip at the sudden sting of the crop on her tender ass. The sting lingered, she was roused to attention, by another curt flick of the crop, under the flesh of her right breast.

She missed the delicious sting of the crop, the satisfaction it gave her former Owner, as well as the pleasure it gave to her, when He wished it. It felt invigorating being under the guidence of another, she wanted to please Him, so that He would keep her. Waiting silently for her test to begin...

Tim stopped circling slut's suspended form when he noticed her hardened nipples. This slave was loving this, He thought encouragingly. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out with his thumb and forefinger and pinch her left nub, just slightly. Instantly she breathed in deeply, making Him smile confidently, knowing she was no amateur, so He pinched a little harder. His new slave threw her head back, writhing from the delicious pain. As a reward Tim copied this procedure on her other nipple. The heavy breathing doubled as she arched her back.

Spurred on, the black-leathered Dominant twisted both nipples as hard as he could. He was pleased when He heard slut's sharp yelps echo around the walls of the dungeon, but He knew she was loving this. Looking down, Tim could detect some glistening between her legs. He smiled wide. He indeed had purchased a diamond-in-the-rough.

As her new Owner toyed with her teasingly she was surprised at the reactions that her body was giving. Her nipples were rock hard, and she could feel dampness between her legs. As they were spread so wide apart, she knew that he knew as well.

She yelped loudly when the pinching of her nipples became hard sharp twists, her cunt betraying her once more as she could smell the scent of her arousal gradually becoming stronger.

She felt a sudden urge to want to rub her clit, to touch her responsive body. Bound and restricted gave her no relief as she saw her Owner, knowing that she was at His mercy. She felt him come closer, she could feel his breath against her skin, two fingers clamped around her nipple, His other hand holding the crop, as He rubbed the flat leather end, slowly against her protruding clit.

Moaning softly, her head tilted back as the rhythm of the crop increased steadily. Suddenly she felt a sharp slap of the crop against her clit, she yelped as the sting seemed to filter through her whole body. She was so aroused with even the slightest touch, and even that surprised her. She knew her torment was far from over, and the permission for release that she needed seemed to be no where in sight. She could sense that He enjoyed her torment...a strong part of her wanted so much more. She looked at Him with lust filled eyes, exposed, vulnerable and at His command.

It was quite obvious that Tim's new slave loved to have her nipples pinched and her clit cropped. It was also obvious that she needed release...but that was something slut would need to earn.

Slowly, He strolled over to where His toys hung. Hanging up the crop, the leather covered man took the flogger off it's hook. Tim could hear a gasp from the spread out slave's mouth, indicating she either feared her fate or revelled in it. He would soon find out which.

Then taking His place behind the suspended form of his new slave, Sir Tim hesitated for a moment, purposely making her wait. Sure enough, slut began wriggling and looking around, almost begging to be whipped. Then slowly He drew the tails up her left leg, barely touching the skin. She sighed when they touched the back of her thigh, then louder when they reached her buttock. Tim knew this teasing was driving her mad with desire. Then he stopped, but started up her other leg, repeating the sequence.

slut's gasps became louder as she looked wildly around at her new Owner. "Beg me to whip you, slut!" ..."Please," she whispered desperately..."Please what slave!?" he said with raised eyebrows..."Please whip me Sir!" she asked with more volume.

Tim smiled smugly. The first lashes landed high on her back, with all thirteen tails making a sharp thwap. Her forced shriek echoed around the black walls, as Tim allowed the affect to sink in. Another thwap an inch below the initial one produced the identical reaction. "We must find out your limitations, slut." He taunted her as another thwap landed, this time on her already reddened left hind cheek. Thwaps on both rear thighs resulted in the loudest shrieks yet.

"Scream as loud as you want, slut, this room is sound-proofed and noone can see in from outside."

Then methodically, as His leathers crinkled, he kept on with her initial flogging, and Tim had to admit, He was impressed with her stamina. He had given her a safe word "red", just in case, but she never uttered it.

Once red stripes covered her body, He decided to give her a rest. Besides, Tim was thirsty. So He hung up the flogger and after giving a playful smack on the butt, walked upstairs to get a beer.

The marks of the whip left purposeful badges of her submission to her new Dom. She whimpered quietly as the sting took over, she strained, longing to feel the welts left on her. The screams that she gave, were screams of release, her obedience to her new Owner. The desire within her grew stronger, no longer was she able to mask the delicious tortured inflicted on her body.

She knew that she had a safe word, but she wanted to try and hold out as long as possible, not only to please her new Dom, but also to test our her own will power and pain levels. She felt that she was safe in trying this with her new owner. Her previous owner sometimes took things a little too far, which silently gave her the impression that it wasn't wise to experiment with him. This Dom gave her the feeling that she could.

Suddenly everything stopped, she stayed suspended in her restraints. She turned to glance at her Owner, who gave her a playful slap on her ass, and watched Him walk up the stairs in silence.

She knew it wasn't her place to ask Him where He was going, she longed to know. Would He leave her here all alone, and tied. The longer He left her alone, the more worried she became, yet her arousal grew...He wouldn't leave her here ALL night would He? She tried to remain as silent as she could.

Tim purposely allowed slut to remain suspended in the dungeon while He refreshed himself. Even though He had no intention of leaving her there all night, the Leathered Man wanted her to contemplate that possibility.

After He finished His beer, the new slave Owner slowly walked down the stairs, letting His boots make heavy contact with the wooden steps. A freshly whipped woman was indeed an erotic sight, and slut was no different. The vividly apparent lines across her body coupled with her natural sultriness sent an immediate message to His loins. Even though she had just sucked Tim off, His manhood once-again stood at erect attention behind his leather jock.

As He circled His new possession once again, a sudden thought crossed His mind. Maybe her previous owner didn't like shaved pussies? Afterall, number 451 was the only one at the auction who was hairless...And no other Dom bid on her! The way Sir Tim felt about it at the present time -- after some testing-- that it was His gain and their loss.

It was also quite apparent that this woman, at the present time, needed to be fucked. Stopping, as Tim watched her reddened derriere glow in the darkened room, He slowly pressed His crotch against her bottom, making sure she could feel His hardened manhood prodding the crack of her ass. Reaching around front, with His leather vest against her back, covered both of her sensitized breasts with each hand. Her deep sigh told Him all He needed to know.

"Tell me what you want, slut," Tim urged as He ground against her. She knew the word He wanted to hear, and in a throaty voice allowed it to come out.

"Please fuck me Sir!" She pleaded.

"Do you think you've earned that right, slut?"..."No Sir!" she replied, like a good slave should, but He knew she wanted it badly.

Tim stopped grinding just long enough so He could remove His jock. Stepping around front, His rock hard cock pointed to her wide-open juncture. It had been a long while since He'd fucked a slave in this position. She was so wet though, that it only took one lunge upward, to enter her cunt. Her soft body responded appropriately, and they both soared as He began fucking her.

By the time they both released their passion, Tim hugged her soft, sweaty body to Him as she shuttered in the throes of a wonderful aftermath.

This slave was definitely a keeper.

She heard Him come down the stairs, her body tensed slightly. Silently she was appreciative of Him returning, her body was slowly becoming weary in her restraints. He stood before her and loosened His cock. She looked down licking her lips instinctively as His arousal was all too clear.

Taking His cock in her mouth, girl, slowly began sucking Him, teasing Him with her tongue as she wrapped her lips around His cock. She could feel His cock pushing into her mouth with force. She took Him in deeper in her throat, sucking Him faster, keeping up with the rhythm. She felt His hand gripping her hair guiding her into Him.

Her arousal too was heightening, unable to touch herself in her restaints made her whimper through her Owner's cock. She needed to be filled, her arousal needed to be saited. She whimpered as He pulled out of her mouth, feeling so empty. Perhaps she had displeased Him?

She breathed hard, watching Him circle her oncemore. She heard Him stop, and felt His hard cock press against her ass. She moaned softly, wondering if He knew what she wanted, and if He wanted it too. To feel Him inside her, taking her as His. She felt the leather of His vest rub against her back, His hands on her breasts, smothering her errect nipples. Closing her eyes, she breathed softly, sighing deeply.

"Tell me what you want, slut,"

She heard His voice, rouse her back to reality as she felt Him grind against her. Biting her lip hard, she tried to suppress her whimpers, her need to be taken by Him.

"Please fuck me Sir" She responded with sudden urgency.

"Do you think you've earned that right, slut?"..."

"No Sir." She responded quickly, even though she was almost bursting with need on the inside.

Without warning she felt Sir's cock, thrust deeply up her needy wet cunt. She gasped with pleasure, and moaned as He began to fuck her in earnest, she shivered, keeping up the rhythm. She felt Him build up in her cunt, His cock spasming within her. She needed to cum so badly, but she respectively thought it was only right for her Sir to cum first.

His cock felt so good in her neglected cunt, how long had it been since it felt this good? She couldn't remember. She felt passion with this Owner, her other one used her, but it didn't feel like this. She wondered why.

She felt her Owner's hot load leak out of her cunt, dripping down her legs, a few moments later she came too, leaning forward against the restraints, breathing hard, closing her eyes, savouring the moment. She felt Him lay against her, holding her to Him as she shivered.

Barely above a whisper "ThankYou Sir."

Sir Tim pulled out, gazed admiringly at His freshly spanked, whipped and fucked slave, and reached up to release her wrists from the overhead cuffs. Then hooking the leash to the D-ring in her collar, He forced slut to her knees, and pointed to his still, cum soaked cock. In no time at all, his whole crotch was once again dry as a bone.

"Good slave," He smiled as she licked her lips, while kneeling submissively at his feet.

"Thank You Sir!" slut answered swiftly, prompting another smile from her new Master.

"I think you've had enough of the dungeon for tonight, slut, but there will be other times, besides I don't want to show you all there is in here in one session."

His newly bought slave replied politely with a glint in her eye. "Yes Sir."

Then tugging on the leash, Tim directed slut toward the stairs. "Up we go," He directed with a slight swat with the crop to her still reddish derriere. Back up the wooden steps, she crawled. "This way!" He then beckoned when they reached the first floor, as He led her down the carpeted hallway toward His bedroom.

Lighting the lamp on the small wooden night table beside the king-sized four poster bed, Tim's leathers crinkled as he led slut toward a small round-shaped whicker bed, four feet in diameter, that one might use as a bed for a dog, that sat on the floor at the foot of the larger bed. With another swift swat from the crop, He forced His slave-girl into the middle of the round bed, that was covered with straw and a white linen blanket.

He did make one change. He unhooked the leash from her collar, but hooked a longer one in it's place. Tim explained that she could use the bathroom in the master bedroom, but the chain would only allow her to reach the cammode. In addition there was a padlock attached to the ring, and He had the key. If she tried to go anywhere else during the night, she would obviously be impeded by the chain.

Before putting her to bed for the night Tim did ask if she needed to use the bathroom. Assenting to His question, and since He had not given her permission to stand, she crawled toward the toilet, which amused her Master. When she was done, slut dutifly returned and crawled back into her bed, curled up and closed her eyes.

It had been a long night for both of them.

Slave opened her eyes, she looked for her Sir, but she couldn't see Him from where she was resting. She could hear Him breathing as He was sleeping on His large bed.

She was refreshed from her sleep, the events the night before roused feelings within her that she had not felt for a long time. She longed for her Sir, wanting to feel Him again. She felt so secure with Him, even though they had not been together very long.

The collar around her neck, reminded her of her place. The longer chain attached to the collar was secure on the wall, she knew she couldn't travel far. She crawled naked along the floor to the bathroom, she tried to freshen up, restricted as she was. The chain pulled against her collar, straining her neck as she tried to reach further. Quietly so that the chain wouldn't make too much noise she crawled towards Sir's bed and kneeled beside it, waiting for Him to awaken.

Sir Tim stirred lazily as the sun streamed in the windows. As he layed there half awake, his mind wandered back to events of last evening. Did He really purchase a new slave-girl at an auction? Through his mind's eye he could still see the number "421" taped to her body. Yes he looked over the others who were offered up for sale, but there was something about the one with no pussy hair that struck a chord with him.

After Tim paid the previous owner, and after He punished her for failing to keep her eyes down during the auction, and after He "tested" her in His dungeon, the proud dominant man was quite pleased with his new slave. So far she had proved to be an expert cock-sucker, and she took a whipping like it was old-hat.

But now, as Tim layed there, He could feel a presence beside the bed, and lo and behold, when he looked over, He saw slut kneeling in proper slave-form, waiting for her new Master to awake. The mere sight of her bald pussy staring back at Him, caused a predictable rise in His manhood.

Smiling smugly, Tim swung His legs off the bed and sat up. "Good morning, slut," He said cheerfully, as He presented his raging hard-on to her.

Properly keeping her eyes down, slut returned the polite salutation, "Good morning to you, Sir."

With a gentle tug on her leash, Sir Tim compelled His new slave toward His crotch. This slave was no dummy, she knew exactly what He wanted. Without using her hands, she managed to gather the head of His cock between her lips. What followed was an eye-popping blow-job, which left Him breathing heavily and quite satisfied.

After she licked him clean, and after He returned to normal breathing, Tim replaced the long leash with the shorter one attached to slut's collar.

"Time for a shower, slut." Then picking up a handy riding crop, He whacked quickly on the butt, impelling her toward the bathroom.

Keeping her eyes down with a wry smile, she slowly, almost on the verge of teasing, licked His cock clean, as her breathing slowly returned to normal, while she heard His sighs.

Fully satisfied that she had pleased her new Sir, she felt the sharp taps of the crop on her ass, as she was led into the bathroom.

Slut looked around the bathroom, she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary here. Naked and sore from the night before she ached for the water to wash over her. Still on her hands and knees she was tugged into the open shower. The water that fell on her was icy cold, she gasped in surprise and struggled, her nipples hardened, still maintaining her position on her knees, as she didn't hear any commands. The temperature changed slightly, and she longed to look up at her Sir but He uttered no words.

Once again Sir Tim was well pleased with the slave He had purchased at auction the previous evening, and once again slut proved to be an expert cock-sucker. That surely wasn't the reason her previous owner sold her.

But for now, it was to the shower, and she squealed a bit when she felt the cold water hit her, which woke her up for sure. Since He had removed her leash before they entered the shower, He gave her hair an upward tug. This lady might've been a slave-slut, but she was not stupid. Rising immedately, so her Master could soap her up, she turned her body round and round under the now warm water, which He was sure was soothing to her probably still achy body- Most of the marks from that initial spanking and whipping were gone.

Tim took great joy rinsing her off as well. She however, wasn't quite done yet. Her Master needed to be soaped up and rinsed off as well. He smiled at the way she took special care when she reached his privates. This would be the first of many showers they'd take together, He thought.

slut seemed to be quite happy once they dried each other off, but Sir Tim got an idea. He told her to raise her arms and grab a hold of the shower rod that was just over her head. She had to stretch upward so that her toes were touching the bathroom floor, but she managed it without too much discomfort.

Sir Tim told her he was going to reward her for being such a good slave, which made slut smile from ear-to-ear. Telling her not to let go of the bar, He quickly went into the bedroom for a split second and retrieved a ten inch vibrator from out of one of his dresser drawers. He also brought along four clothespins, and a short nine-tailed whip.

slut gasped when she saw what her Master was carrying. Since she wasn't gagged at this point she could have voiced a protest, but she kept silent otherwise.

"I think it's time for some fun," she said with a snicker. He looked into her eyes, which had an excited look. Not seeing any fear, Tim proceeded.

First, He turned on the vibrator by turning the knob at the bottom. The humming sound filled the room as the naked man pointed the tip of the vibro toward one of slut's nipples. The next sound was that of a pleasurable sigh. "That's it slut, get those nipples nice and hard," Tim said as he doubled her pleasure by letting the implement touch the other nipple as well.

Her eyes told Tim all He needed to know. But that feeling was about to change. When He attached a clothespin onto her left nipple, her sigh turned into a loud yelp. At that point, Tim retrieved a ball-gag and inserted it - He didn't need His neighbors calling the cops. A matching peg on the other nipple made Him glad He gagged her.

At that point Sir Tim ordered his slave to spread her legs and keep them spread or He'd get a spreaderbar. "Yes Sir," she muttered.

Then He touched the handle of the whip to her unshaven juncture, and slowly began rotating the hard plastic piece around her pussy lips. With the clamps on her nipples, this mixture of pain and pleasure was making her sigh loudly into the gag. Tim was glad she wasn't blindfolded, because He loved watching her eyes to gage her reaction.

At that point He brought out the other two clothespins. One on each pussy lip produced some loud, boisterous shrieks and some twisting in the air.

"Don't let go of that bar!" Sir Tim commmanded. slut yelled something unintelligable, but obeyed.

At that point He pointed the vibrator toward her clit. In what seemed like a few seconds, her loud, boisterous shriek was accompanied by a full fledged orgasm.

After slowly removing the clothespins, Tim allowed her to release her grip on the bar and fall into His arms, as He hugged her to Him.

girl held the soap in her hands and proceeded to wash her Sir. Gently and with care she traced the soap over His back, rubbing her hands massaging the suds against Him. The warm water cascaded over them both as she continued to wash. She lingered a little too long as she turned and washed her Sir's cock, softly, rubbing Him between her hands, tracing over almost teasingly, and her body shivered as she imagined it pounding her, the cause of so much pleasure and joy.

She was roused to attention as Sir handed her a towel, she proceeded to dry Him first, then finished her own body off.

A reward? She smiled.

Sir Tim told her to hold onto the top bar and to await His return. She wondered what He might do to her, her nipples errect and needy, her body lithe and stretched as she held onto the bar.

She saw Him reenter, her eyes wide as she saw what was in His hands. She inwardly gaspsed, but remained as silent as she could as her Sir placed the items on the sink. She looked at Him curiously, her body giving singles that she was in need of His attentions.

The vibrator hummed as Sir teased her nipples runing the tip over her sensitive buds. She moaned happily, but momentarily that changed as Sir closed her nipples over with a clothespin, at the sudden pain she whimpered loudly. Disappointed that she couldn't control herself. Although that didn't matter as her Sir curbed that with a ball gag, her screams of pain on the second nipple dulled significantly.

The threat of a spreader bar, allowed girl to ensure that her legs remained wide open. Her sensitive cunt flesh on display. She moaned through the gag as Sir rotated the end of His whip through her cunt. Her eyes filled with lust as Sir tormented her body deliciously. Two more pins were applied one on each cunt lip, she screamed as her flesh began to sting painfully.

She moaned loudly through her ball gag, as the vibrator was mercilessly pushed against her clit. She was close to orgasm, but Sir gave her no order, she watched His eyes, thoroughly tormented, she couldn't hold off any longer and orgasmed hard before Him.

She breathed hard through the gag, and whimpered as Sir carefully removed the pins. On instruction she fell into His arms, where He held her securely. Quietly.

Moments later, Sir stood up and walked back into the bedroom, where He sat on His leather chair. Girl crawled behind him, and kneeled before His feet. With His hard cock in her face, she knew what she had to do.

"Hands and knees girl." was all she heard Him say.

She was before Him on her hands and knees in an instant, as her mouth greedily opened and sucked on His cock, moaning softly as it filled her.

She felt His foot at her cunt, digging into her, as she whimpered through His cock. A sharp crack was heard, as the crop descended on her ass. Girl almost choked on Him at the sudden change in movement. She felt her ass warm under the crop. Slowly the crop descended little taps, increasing in speed and strength. Occasionally girl gasped as the crop landed between her legs, and struck her glistening cunt.

Girl continued to suck His cock, tracing her tongue over his length, then switching and sucking His balls, she could hear pleasured moans escaping from Him.

Her nipples stiffened, her cunt wet and stinging as the random blows struck her. She knew by His expression that He was enjoying teasing her in such a way.

She heard Sir gasp, as precum entered her mouth. His hand suddenly gripped her hair roughly, the blows from the crop sharp and biting. He fucked her mouth fast. Girl felt his orgasm fill her mouth, she didn't miss a drop.

Sir lay back against His chair, while girl, slowly licked His cock clean, as she gathered her breath.

"Good girl" Was all He said.

It was the second time Sir Tim had cropped slut's cunt since he'd purchased her, and it was quite obvious she was used to it. Perhaps her previous owner had performed that service on her as well.

But now, Tim was hungry, and it was time for Him to find out what kind of cook he'd purchased. Leading her down the hallway by her leash, they passed the door that leads down to the dungeon, passed the livingroom and stopped once they reached the kitchen.

Tugging upward on the leash, her Master ordered slut to stand. He opened the refrigerator, showed her where the bacon, eggs and bagels were.

"I'm sure you can handle this," He said. Obediently, she kept her eyes down and politely answered, "Yes Sir."

He showed her where the toaster was, pointed out the skillet and showed her how to turn on the burners.

"I'm going to read the Sunday paper, call me when it's ready. Scrambled eggs and don't burn the bacon!" ..."Yes Sir."...."And fix yourself some breakfast as well, I want you to be well nourished for the days activities!"... "Yes Sir."