Red wine, crimson lips

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

[samzum]

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

[dohima]

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

[subserviant]

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!“

[MissConfused]

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

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

[lucy]

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