Red wine, crimson lips

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.“

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…

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.

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…”

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.

“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…

“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…

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!!!

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…

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.

“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…

Why she should keep me? I honestly don't know why she shouldn't kick me out of her apartment right here and now. I would probably do it, if i were in her place. Would probably have done it the moment i learned that i've been cheated.

I do know why i want her to keep me, though, but that's not what she wants to hear.

I had a lot of time to think about what i did, and why i did it. I also thought about what i could do to appease Mistress. It all made me feel rotten. And now i'm thinking about why she should keep me.

Between sobs i whisper „Mistress, i don't know why you should keep me. I think i don't deserve to be your slave. I just know that what i did was terribly wrong and that i'm sorry. And that i still love you, and always will.“

"Why should I keep her?" I wonder as she cries.
I am tired of weak slaves crying tonight.

I sit in my chair and close my eyes, my mind wondering back to the evening with Suzette.
She tasted like sex when we kissed. She thrilled my body when we hugged. She made me wet as we erotically danced together.
I hope she will call. If she has a boyfriend why was she at the club alone?
If she has a boyfriend why were we making love on the dance floor while others watched?
Why do I want her so?

Zoe looks pathetic sitting there bound. Her eyes red from tears, her hair frazzled and her body stretched tight by her bonds.
I think I shall throw her out!
But I think how well she has served me and the times we have had together.
Throwing her out like trash would be a disgraceful thing to do.

Perhaps Mistress Stiletto still wants her.
I have too many things on my mind at the moment. I untie Zoe and order her to her room.
"Make yourself presentable tomorrow. Then I will decide your fate."

I head off to bed intending to think of Zoe's future but I know my mind will wonder off to the night Suzette and I spent together...

I head to my room, head hanging low, dragging my feet. I sit on the bed for a while. Then i make up my mind, dress myself and start packing a few things in a bag. After knocking on Charons bedroom door i walk in and kneel at the foot of the bed.
„Mistress, i’m not worth enough to be your slave anymore, and you deserve a better slave than me. Please, i beg you to release me.“
I can’t see her, just hear her breathing. After a minute or two she says „I release you, Zoe. Take care. Take some money from the shoebox.“
Knowing that this is the saddest moment in my life i get up and with a last „thank you for everything, Charon“ and a „good bye“ i walk out.
Five minutes later i step out of the building and walk into the night.

I didn’t take any money. All i take with me is the tattoo on my pussy, the branding on my butt and memories of a wonderful time.

And of course a broken heart.

Oops, maybe i should have mentioned that this was - quite obviously - it, THE END

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Oops, maybe i should have mentioned that this was - quite obviously - it, THE END

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That was great, you two. Every time I saw one of you had posted a new installment I was all "Yay!"