Red wine, crimson lips

[lucy]

I sit on the barstool, a glass of red wine in front of me. Both is highly unusual for me. I normally don't go to bars, and i normally only drink in a social context.
But today I'm not normal. Nothing is. At lunchtime when i went to shop for groceries I've seen my boyfriend walking down a street, with another girl. Kissing, fondling. What an asshole. I phoned him and he just said that he's sorry, but it's over and that was it.
So I'm sitting here at the bar, the wine and the pain are making me dizzy and although I must wear quite a bad face there's already the second guy asking me if he can buy me a drink.
"No, you can't!" I'd like to add "piss off!" but I'm not drunk enough yet to be rude. I take another sip when I see her coming in through the front door. First, I don't pay her too much attention. But when I see she's looking at me, I take a closer look at her.

Note: this rp-thingy is planned for MissConfused and myself. Since we're both new at this and have no idea where it will lead us we'd appreciate to do it alone, at least until we're both comfy with it. Thank you for your understanding.

[samzum]

:-) What is she wearing?

[lucy]

lol, honestly i didn't think about that yet.
I do know however that i planned this roleplaying thingy for MissConfused and myself. However, i forgot to say so in the first post.
My apologies.

[samzum]

quietly waiting patiently for MC to continue mmmmmmm :-)

[lucy]

me too
not patiently, tho

[MissConfused]

I noticed as I walk into the bar there are a group of men, boys actually, swarming around a lady in red at the bar. It is not hard to notice the anger in her eyes. It is quite clear she is not here to meet a stranger.
I notice when there is not anger there is pain in her eyes. Why do beautiful people come to a bar, a public place, to find solace in alcohol. A normal looking person will purchase a bottle and take it to their apartment to suffer in silence. Beautiful people must show their pain in public.
As I stare into her eyes I notice something else; there is a glimpse of fear and desire.
I sit several stools away from her at the bar to observe her. Her red dress flatters her figure. She has a long arching back that glides into a beautiful round bottom. Below her short red skirt I notice a pair of long beautiful legs stretching into a beautiful pair of black heels. Her breasts are small but round and firm. Her face is sculpted as if she were a model for a cosmetic firm.
I know she is not my type of woman but something about her intrigues me. I am a powerful mistress so I know no fear. I pick up my drink and move onto the stool next to her. I must meet her.

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[samzum]

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

[lucy]

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

Oh well, nobody's asking me, i reckon... err, i mean Zoe. Damn split personality

[lucy]

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

[samzum]

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

[MissConfused]

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

[lucy]

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

hehehe, thanks!
Of course: She might be a pussylicking-, cum-, humiliation- and painslut, but she ain't cheap

[subserviant]

waiting for the next chapter with batted breath

[lucy]

Thanks. Believe me, so do i

[samzum]

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once in bed we start to play again…

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

[subserviant]

what a turn of events i cant wait

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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