Red wine, crimson lips

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

Don't get excited, this is just a test

[lucy]

(much better )

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

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

Damn! Damndamndamn!!!

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

[subserviant]

what a turn of events i cant wait

[lucy]

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

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

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

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lucy]

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

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

[MissConfused]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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