Taken

[Mastrovenice]

The crowd had started assembling in the afternoon. I had hosted a few play parties at our place, so we had a list of BDSM friends and players we could invite over. But the real fun came with the list on Steel’s phone. Of the many numbers recorded, at least 15 were from the area. Dani had called them all and invited them over to visit their new ‘special friend.’ The list was a mix of experienced and novice Doms and Domme’s. Most were able to attend. Others would in the future.

Dani was getting excited by the anticipation and as she called was getting more and more aroused at the thought of her new slave’s initiation. She finished the guest list and came down to join me in the main room. I had just put Steel to sleep and told Dani to prep for the evening’s event. The bar had to be cleaned and the house needed prep. Plus she had some work to do in the garage. I strapped a anal plug inside her and send her to her duties.

When the guests arrived, I welcomed them and explained the ground rules. Steel was Dani’s Slave, and my property as well. Tonite she would be well used, but her chastity belt would remain on. Dani would be Domme tonite, as I had released her from service for the evening. All those that had called Steel’s phone would be on a list of those with ‘special priveledges,' meaning that they would have the right to use Steel during special times, and reserve her for their own parties and events. This pleased the crowd immensely, and they began to get anxious to see and use her.

One of her new ‘Adjunct Owners’ introduced himself and his slave who was also in attendance. He offered to share her with me in gratitude for Steel’s services, and I gladly accepted, as she was a beautiful Slave. She took her place on her knees behind the bar and began servicing me as I chatted and made new friends. A soft chime rang and Dani disappeared. The lights dimmed and the music switched to a trancelike ******t track.

When Dani appeared with Steel in tow we all cheered and moved to surround her. I pointed out her many assets and our guests we very surprised at the scope of her physical beauty. Hands started wandering to crotches and fingers clutched the handles of whips and floggers that out guests had brought with them. I moved to where Steel lay and straddled her chest. I started in on her breasts, feeling them, pinching them. I looked into her eyes. “What do you think of your new friends?,” I asked. Steel moaned and ground into me, unsure of the answer. Her limbs were trapped by the guests and she could barely move. Dani lifted her skirt and squatted down directly over Steel’s face, grinding her cunt into Steel’s mouth. I reached out and grabbed Dani and kissed her passionately. This caused Dani’s cunt to moisten further. Steel struggled to breathe and service her Mistresses cunt.

A few Doms started to use their floggers across Steel’s exposed limbs and whatever flesh they could target. I sensed their impatience to use her and I pulled Dani off her as I stood up. Steel’s face was shiny with Dani’s cunt juices. She licked at them hungrily. Those holding her down now picked her up and carried her across the room. Two chains descended from the ceiling, and we attached Steel’s wrists to them, pulling her arms up and away from her. Dani clipped her ankle cuffs to rings in the the floor, completing her immobilization. Steel’s body was spread wide open, as she was on the floor, but now in the air, exposed on all sides. She looked around, fearful and excited. She could feel her own arousal wetting the leather belt between her legs.

I picked up a flogger and approached her. Dani strapped a cock-gag deep into Steel’s mouth, lingering to kiss her lips as they surrounded the rubber penis. I started in on her breasts, whipping them with purpose, reddening the skin. Another Dom joined in, then another, until 5 or 6 at a time were whipping Steel with various devices. This was just a warm up. Steel’s flesh grew many shades brighter as every inch of her exposed flesh was kissed by leather. We worked her over patiently.

Dani had chosen a small single-tail for her own use. She timed the blows, and added a stinging, biting lash to the rather soft counterpart of our own gentle floggers. Steel was trembling now, her skin bright red. Legs, thighs, calves, arms, ass, back, belly, all feeling our attentions. She yelped with each of Dani’s blows, which brought bright red, even purple lines across the red base from the floggers. Her wide mouth began to drool around the gag, sending streams of saliva across her chest and down to her groin. It was flogged away before it could seep under her chastity belt.

We kept at it for a while. Casual conversation developed between Doms as we leisurely worked her over. One of the Doms placed his Slave behind Steel, kneeling at her backside. She was able to press her face between Steel’s cheeks and use her tongue against her asshole. This sub too, came under the blows of the floggers and her flesh joined Steel’s in its bright red hue.

Steel was starting to drown in the sensation. She looked out at us, and dropped into the pleasure and pain easily. She counted 10, 15, more around her, many with floggers and whips. And her Mistress, directly in front, with the single tail. She closed her eyes as it bit across her breasts. She jerked against her bondage and shoved her asshole against the invading tongue. The mouth of the unseen Slave giving her pleasure, but never enough for her to come.

[steelish]

As Sir straddled me, the Mistress lowered her pussy directly onto my face. I could barely breathe, the smell of her arousal was overwhelming and causing havoc to my system. I was hungry for more, but didn't quite know what I yearned for; all I knew was that I was turned on more than I had ever been in my life.

As I licked and sucked the Mistress's juices, I felt lashes begin to strike me wherever flesh was exposed. Suddenly, it all stopped. Mistress and Sir rose, I lick my lips as I am carried to the center of the room. I see shiny steel chains hanging from the ceiling. They attached my wrist cuffs to them, and my arms are raised until I just start to go up on my toes. Mistress walks over and pulls my right leg out to the side, and attaches my cuff to an eyebolt in the floor. My left leg is then pulled out and attached out to the left. I was now in a hanging spread-eagle position, my toes just barely touching.

I look around at the group of people in the room. I see looks of lust, looks of promise and I feel the leather panel of the chastity belt get soggy with my juices. I watch as Sir picks up a flogger and walks towards me. My breath is coming in little gasps, the excitement builds and I wonder if I can take much more suspense. Mistress holds a gag up to my mouth and I don't even look at it, although I obediently open my mouth. My gaze is still on Sir and the flogger he is holding. My startled gaze jumps to Mistress as the gag is buckled on tightly. It has a phallus reaching deep into my mouth. I shake my head slightly. The fake cock makes me feel sexy, dirty, wanton and slutty.

Mistress leans into me and gently kisses my lips where they surround the phallus. Even as she turns to walk away, I can still feel a lingering tingle on my lips. I see Sir raise his flogger, and it comes down on my breasts. Oh yessssssssss my mind is hissing and I throw my head back and shudder. The flogger feels glorious, like a firm velvety caress. Sir raises his arm and strikes again, and again. My pussy is throbbing with need now, and I moan around the gag. I feel another flogger strike my back, then another on my ass. More and more are striking me, until I am surrounded by the kiss of them. I can feel my entire body steadily getting warmer and warmer, as if they are flogging a blanket of heat onto my skin.

In the midst of it, a line of fire dances across my thighs. "mmmmmhhhhhhphh" I yelp, and feel a rush of liquid in my cunt. The floggers strike on and on, punctuated by the fiery kiss of Mistress's lash. I am trembling constantly now and I no longer see individuals as I look out at the group. Everything was strangely out of focus. I saw shapes moving around me. I felt as if I were floating on a cloud of sensation. I flinched when I felt my ass cheeks get parted, and the strap to my chastity belt was held to the side for a hot tongue to slip into my ass. The tongue danced and jerked against my ass and I wanted to grind my ass onto it, but the chains held me in place. I was lost in a fog of sensation, desperate to cum.

[Mastrovenice]

The night was drawing to a close as I made my way back to the lounge and main play area. Most of our guests had departed, save for a few hardy souls and latecomers. Dani was keeping a lazy eye on Steel as she sat in a deep arm-chair, her hand curled around the head of a visiting Slave. She pulled the slave’s head under her skirt and lazily humped her face as she kept her eye on Steel.

As I approached I could make out a woman strapped across a bondage bench, very much like a sawhorse. Her arms and legs were strapped to the angling legs of the bench with wide leather straps. Her body was laying across the top, with her ass jutting out on one end and her head extending from the other. Her head was held upright by a rope in her hair, that ran across her back to the large hook in her ass. This way her head, and more importantly, her mouth was made available at waist level for all to access.

Steel’s body was bright red, and covered with lash marks. Her breasts were tied at the base, and clover clamps pulled smartly at her nipples. Small, potent weights dangled from the chain on each clamp. Steel’s chastity belt was locked in place, protecting her cunt, but releasing her asshole for use. And it had been used tonite. And quite vigorously so. Streams of semen flowed down her inner thighs, to drip slowly off her ankles and puddle on the floor. Someone had left a plug in her ass, though it was slowly slipping out from the lubrication and motion of Steel’s asshole.

Around front was a different spectacle. Steel’s mouth was held open by a wide ‘O’ ring gag, keeping her mouth fuck-hole wide. Since her cunt was off limits, Dani had made Steel’s mouth the main target of the evenings fun. She had been taken from the chains hours ago and propped up in the center of the guests, each end inviting in its own way. Now, her face and hair had dry and drying traces of male cum across it. Her chin was a waterfall of drool and cum, ropes of it dripping down to the bowl Dani had placed underneath Steel’s head: Steel’s food bowl. It was slowly filling with the overflow of fluids deposited in Steel’s mouth-hole.

A guest was just walking up to her, his hand pumping up his erection for one more shot at the cummy face-cunt on Steel. He gripped her by the ears and plunged his hardening cock into her warm mouth. Steel gulped and moved her tongue instinctively, sucking at the invader, searching for its hot fluid. I moved behind and pulled out her ass-plug. My own cock was hard from watching and I wanted to finish the night in Steel’s tight asshole. I grabbed her hips and started pounding at her, watching as her head rocked back and forth from my thrusts, giving the cock in her mouth a better fucking.

Dani perked up and pushed the docile slave aside, joining us. She bent down and slowly released the nipple clamps. Steel screamed on the cock in her mouth, eyes watering and lungs heaving at the sudden immense pain in her nipples. Her body rocked convulsively, bringing me to the edge of orgasm. The man in her mouth groaned and added his last load to her throat. She swallowed, and spilled more than half down her chin, slowly drooling into her bowl. I, too, came as she screamed in agony, my own hot come spurting deep in her backside.

It was all too much for Steel to handle. She writhed in despair, agony and arousal so intense that it permeated every bone and muscle in her body. She started moaning around the softening cock, and despite the gag which distorted her words… “Please may I cum Mistress, Please may I cum Mistress….” She was as if in a trance, her body shaking involuntarily in its distress of sensation. She mumbled on. I pulled from her ass and walked to her head. The guest pulled his wet cummy cock from her mouth with a plop and I replaced it with mine, fresh from her cummy ass. She gobbled at it as hungrily as she could, trying to look at my face as she relished the thought of finally being able to service me, even if it was just to clean 15 strangers’ leftover cum from my cock.

She gurgled ‘Thank you Sir’ as I pulled out from her and stepped back to contemplate the cum-bucket Steel’s ass and mouth had become. Dani untied her hair from the hook and let her head droop down. Steel saw her food bowl on the floor in front of her and immediately recalled Dani’s words from this morning. Oh well, she said to herself. At least it looks like milk. Her exhausted eyes closed.

[steelish]

Eventually, Mistress lowered my wrists, ordering me to keep my hands at my side. She left my feet spread and bound. She approached me with two lengths of thin rope, asking me, "Do you know what these are for?" I just shook my head and she laughed.

"Don't you dare move your hands" she commanded.

"No Mistress." I replied.

As a small group of people watched, she took one of the ropes and tightly bound my left breast at it's base. She then did the same thing with my right breast. They both quickly started to turn a deeper shade of red. I was softly moaning. It didn't really hurt, but it was making my breasts feel hot and heavy. I knew that if the bindings stayed on long enough, it would start to ache.

Mistress reached down and unchained my ankle cuffs. Grabbing me by the hair, she dragged me over to a device that looked like a padded sawhorse. She made me lay face down along the top of it, with my ass at one end and my head at the other. My wrists were tightly strapped down to the front legs of the sawhorse, then my ankles were strapped to the back legs. I felt completely exposed. Now everyone was going to be able to see how wet my pussy was. I was almost glad for the chastity belt now, however, I was so aroused I would have welcomed Sir's cock, or Mistress's skillful tongue.

Once she had me strapped down, she announced to the room that I would be available as a cum bucket. I wondered what she meant by that. I felt fingers at my nipples and AAaaaaaahhhhhhhh clamps are applied. When I open my mouth to cry out, a large ring is shoved into my mouth and strapped tightly on. I feel fingers caress the wet leather covering my cunt and then they glide up to press into my ass. I flinch, but can do nothing to stop them. A loud moan escapes me as the fingers go deeper into me. They withdraw, and I feel something cold and hard. It presses and presses, making me tense up. Suddenly, it slides into place and now I feel a length of cold metal along my lower back. Oh shit I realize it's an ass hook. Hands gather my hair up and then I feel them fumbling with my hair. My hair is being pulled, more and more until it pulls my head up and back. The ass hook shifts a bit. I grunt a few times and then stillness. I try to lower my head, but the ass hook pulls when I do this. I am stuck straddling this sawhorse, on my belly with ass and mouth available for one and all.

I hear Mistress giggle and then the nipple clamps bite as I feel the weights on the end jiggle and sway. I realize that she must have set them in motion. She walks up to my face, lifts her skirt and rubs the mound of her pussy against my gaping mouth. Leaning down, she whispers, "Enjoy! And remember, no cumming without permission"

I whimper as she walks away. Her casual stroll away from me must have been the signal people were waiting for, because suddenly, a cock is shoved into my mouth. I feel my hair pulled hard and then ass hook is pulled out and replaced by a cock. The men synchronize their thrusts and they slam into me at the same time. I am caught in the middle, unable to do anything but accept their actions. The man with his cock in my ass must have been using the rope in my hair as a handle, because it was pulling hard on every stroke. The moment the two men orgasmed, two more stepped in.

The entire time I was being used, the nipple clamps swayed and jiggled in time to the thrusts, keeping me in a constant state of arousal. When I wasn't in use, the ass hook and an anal plug was shoved inside me. Due to the hard pull on my hair, I was unable to bring my head forward enough to swallow, and I could feel saliva and cum dripping off my chin. I was in a mental fog, nothing but a mass of arousal.

I could see Mistress sitting in an armchair, with a slave servicing her. I was jealous of the slave, and wondered where Sir was. Just then, a man walked up to me, his erection in his hand. He grabbed my ears, and using them as a handle, shoved his cock into my mouth. By now my gag reflex was gone, and I was able to suck on the cock even though it was deep inside.

While I was sucking on the cock, I felt the plug and ass hook get removed once again. A hot hard cock shoved into my ass. I let out a moan. Hands grabbed my hips and then the man fucking my ass started pounding into me, hard. I saw the Mistress get a gleam in her eye and she got up from the chair and walked over to me. I felt her fingers run along my ribs and she walked to my side where I could no longer see her. The two cocks continued to pound into me. AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggg the nipple clamps get pulled off. Fireworks go off in my head and I want to grab something. My fingers dig at the legs of the sawhorse while I scream around the cock in my mouth. I can feel my ass spasm during the shock of pain in my nipples. I hear the man in front of me groan, and he gives one last deep thrust. His hot cum shoots into my throat and I try to swallow, but at least half of his load dribbles out of my mouth to spill down my chin. I feel like I can't take anymore and start begging the mistress for permission to cum.

The man pulls his cock out of my mouth and then I see Him; Sir! Sir has his cock in his hand and puts it in my mouth. I eagerly suck on it, wanting to please him. I belatedly realize that it was Sir in my ass just now! I moan and suck him clean. He starts to pull himself out and I do my best to thank him.

I feel fingers at my hair, and then Oh God blessed relief! My hair is released and my neck aches as I finally lower my head for the first time in hours. I notice my food bowl is beneath me, catching the runoff from my chin. Oh, so that's the extra something Mistress was talking about this morning. Exhausted, I sigh and close my eyes.

[caligirl{Rob}]

Oh is sooooooooo nice to have such a talented sis!!!!!!!!!!!! smiles and waits for more from this talented pair!!!

HUGS!

[Mastrovenice]

Steel had done well on her first group outing. I had watched her struggle to keep up with the flow of cocks in her ass and mouth, and she managed to stay alert and aroused. After I finished fucking her mouth I let her head hang, drool and cum dripping into the bowl. I flashed a look at Dani, who knew instinctively Steel had been used enough for one night. She unhooked Steel’s arms and legs and helped her trembling slave off the mount and into a pile on the floor.

Though down, Steel wasn’t out, and Dani quickly pulled the bowl over and pushed Steel’s head into it. Steel had no choice but to drink or drown, so drink she did, lapping up the cummy mixture. She finished and was licking the sides of the bowl like a good pet when Dani lifted her head by the hair and started dragging her across the main floor to the cages. She opened the door to the smallest one and pushed Steel inside. After fiddling with some hooks and chains, she went to the wall and lifted the cage off the floor by an electric winch. Steel struggled to find a comfortable crouching position inside, sensing she would be spending her rest period inside. The metal bars were hard on her shins, and her arms stretched behind her back to the rear of the narrow, cramped cage.

By now she was more than 6 feet off the ground. Dani stopped the winch and locked the chain for safety. Steel groaned and cried to herself, tired from being used by her ‘new friends’, but not yet accustomed to sleeping in the tight cage.

The next morning before the shop opened I dispatched Dani to Steel’s house to pick up her computer and whatever of Steel’s belongings were relevant to her new life with us. While she was gone, I surveyed Steel, caged and still in her leather chastity belt. I lowered the cage and let her out. She crawled out, her arms and legs reviving with a cascade of pins and needles. She collapsed in a heap and wept out of relief and pain.

I let her gather herself and then attached a leash to her collar. She was still filthy from last nites event, and I wanted her that way. It was important for her to leave any semblance of self-control behind her. I attached a short chain between her ankle cuffs and her wrist cuffs as well. She looked up at me and to the bathroom, trying to politely communicate her need. I scoffed and pulled on her leash. I half dragged her to the garage and past the cars and tools filling the space. I moved with my pet in tow, Steel desperately trying to keep up as I pulled her along. I opened a hatch and we went down a narrow flight of stairs to a ‘pit’ below the garage, used for working underneath cars. This one had a steel covering in it, and looked more like a dungeon than a mechanics work space. Rings adorned each wall, with chains hanging and metal shackles mounded in the corner. There was a small sink, even a metal prison toilet at the end. A camera in each corner covered every inch of the space, linked to our security system and visible from any monitor or computer that had access to the codes.

I dragged her to the center of the small basement-like space and repositioned her on her back. I clipped each side of her collar to a ring on the floor, and did the same to her arms, stretching them out above her head. I clipped her ankles as well, leaving her extended out in a line on the floor of the pit. Satisfied with her position, I took off my pants and started to stroke my cock. Steel watched with curiosity and carnal desire. Her bound form looked so delicious. I squatted over her face and lowered my ass to her mouth. “Steel, you must beg to lick my asshole. Understand?” She groaned and replied “Sir…umm, may I please lick you?” I reached out and pinched her nipple. She squirmed and moaned.
“Try again my pain-slut.”
“Sir, may I PLEASE lick your asshole, Sir?”

I lowered myself a bit and felt her tongue move along my crack, seeking out the hole. She found it and started to lick at it, pushing her tongue inside, trying to please me, to serve her Master. Her hips bucked involuntarily beneath her chastity belt, her own arousal growing. As she licked my ass I released my bladder across her chained body, coating her with my piss. She writhed under the hot spray, grinding against her bondage. I let her lick me for a while, lazily flicking a small crop I had brought with me across her body to keep her attention. She only stopped to ask me permission to release her own bladder.

When I heard Dani pull up, I rose and went to a small cabinet in the corner. I retrieved a thick, leather hood and returned to Steel’s form stretched out on the floor. I worked Steel’s head into the hood and laced it up tight, unzipping the mouth-hole. I grabbed a ring-gag from the wall and secured it around her head, leaving her red, wet mouth-cunt open. I dribbled my last few ounces of piss into her open hole and contemplated Steel’s dirty cum and piss stained body. It was beautiful.

I left the pit and turned on the camera. As I passed a computer monitor in the office, I could see her humping her hips in a puddle of piss, trying to squeeze out an orgasm to cheat the leather belt wrapped around her waist. I clicked on the ‘broadcast’ button and Steel went live for her first webcam show.

[steelish]

Mistress releases me from my bonds and I collapse on the floor. I hear a scraping sound and then my head is pulled up by the hair. My face is shoved into my bowl full of cummy fluids and it is either slurp or drown, so of course, I slurp. By the time I finish cleaning out my bowl I am eagerly licking the sides of the empty dish, and Mistress has to pull me up by the hair to get me to stop.

She drags me across the room using my hair as a leash and I see we are approaching the collection of cages. I am exhausted, and the thought of receiving some rest is overwhelmingly appealing to me. I show shock on my face when she opens the door of the smallest cage and gestures for me to get in. I fold up my long body as best I can and shimmy my way inside. I barely fit and can feel the bars at the top of the cage touching my back. She shuts the door and I realize my toes will be pressing painfully against the bars behind me all night. I shift around, uncomfortable. I gasp in surprise when she reaches through the bars to lift my arms up and behind me, securing them in place. I am crammed in the small space, with my forehead resting on my knees. My shins start to ache immediately, and I know I am in for a long, miserable night.

I hear Mistress fiddle with something on top of the cage, clinking sounds accompany her actions, then she walks to the wall and throws a switch. The cage starts to rise. I groan when I feel it shift. Soon I am lifted high enough that even Master can walk under the suspended cage without having to duck his head. Silent tears start to flow as I try my hardest to get comfortable.

I hear Master lock Mistress away for the night and soon the room is dark. My feet soon start to cramp on me and I wiggle my toes to try to stave off the charlie horse. I gasp and groan at the shooting pains. The entire night was a battle against cramps and when my legs and arms finally go numb, I welcome it.

The next morning, after I hear Master send Mistress on an errand, I feel the cage start to move. I am being lowered and my relief is palpable. I begin to cry again and when Master opens the cage door I back out, weeping and sobbing in painful relief. It takes a bit of time for the feeling to come back to my limbs and during this, Master simply stands over me and watches. I am grateful to him for his patience, and when he leans down to clip a leash on my collar, I instantly roll up onto my knees in a submissive position. He fastens a short chain from my wrists to my ankles and I realize that I will now be forced to crawl with short movements.

My bladder reminds me of my need to relieve myself and I look up at him in a silent plea. Glancing from him to the bathroom, I hope he understands what I want. To my dismay he makes a tsk noise and tugs my leash. I follow him as quickly as I can, occasionally falling behind and when I do, he is content to drag me. He opens a trapdoor in the floor and we negotiate the narrow steps leading down into the darkness. When he flips on the lights, I gasp. It looks like a dungeon! There are rings embedded in the walls and I see a pile of chains and shackles in a corner. I even see rings embedded in the floor!

He pulls me to the center of the room and has me lay on my back. He fastens my collar to rings in the floor and now I can't lift my head. My arms are pulled above my head and stretched straight then fastened down. He straightens my legs and fastens my ankle cuffs. I am now stretched out like a speed bump in the middle of the room.

My breath catches when he pulls his pants off. I watch as he stands above me and takes his hard cock in a fist and slowly pumps it. I can't take my eyes off of his actions. My lips part and my tongue darts out as if I am licking the head of his swollen cock. I groan when he steps forward and straddles my head. He's now facing my feet, standing over me and I gasp as he begins to squat and I see his beautiful ass get closer and closer to my mouth. He stops his movement when he is just out of reach of my tongue.

“Steel, you must beg to lick my asshole. Understand?”

I groan with embarrassment and respond, “Sir…umm, may I please lick you?”

I feel him pinch one of my nipples and I squirm and moan.

“Try again my pain-slut.”

I feel a surge of sexual pleasure when he calls me his painslut. I gasp out, “Sir, may I PLEASE lick your asshole, Sir?”

He lowers himself and I seek out my prize. I run my tongue along the crack of his ass until I find what I seek. His scent fills my nostrils, and my arousal spikes instantly. I lick and lick, then try to fuck it with my stiff tongue. I realize to my surprise that my hips are surging as I am doing this. I feel hot fluid stream across my body and a moment later, smell the acrid scent of urine. Holy Shit! He pissed on me! I had seen him do this to Mistress and wondered about it. I pulled at my bonds, trembling, squirming, moaning into his ass. I could feel him gently striking me with a crop. I took a breath and begged him for permission to relieve my own bladder, he granted me permission and I let loose, soaking the leather panel of my chastity belt.

I groan in frustration when he suddenly stands up. My eyes widen when he walks to a cabinet and retrieves a leather hood. He walks over to my bound form and works the leather hood down over my head. Just like the last time I had a hood over me, I could only breath through holes over each nostril. I feel the hood tighten. Sounds are now muffled. Suddenly, the leather covering my mouth parts accompanied by the sound of a zipper. I feel a touch at my lips and I open my mouth, expecting his cock. I grunt when he shoves a ring gag in and buckles it on tightly. I lay there, wondering what would happen next.

The hot liquid hitting the back of my mouth startles me. It is my first taste of piss and I am shocked. With my head pinned down I can't spit out the urine. I hold it in my mouth with my tongue blocking my throat. When my tongue starts to ache, I realize I won't be able to do this indefinitely and that I have no choice but to swallow. I move my tongue and gurgle. Coughing slightly, I get the liquid down.

God help me but I was still so aroused. I squeeze my thighs together hoping for the sensation needed to achieve orgasm. My hips surge and retreat, rotate and grind. I pull at my bonds. I wanted to cum so bad.

[Mastrovenice]

I sat at the desk in my office and kept an eye on the new webcam feed sent over SlaveMe.com. I had set it for no restrictions, any viewer. And unlike most ‘personal’ webcams, this one was a bit more interesting. You could clearly see Steel stretched out in a dungeon space. One could hear her moans and see her slow, frustrated movements. Even the drops of drying urine were there for all comers to see. Steel, of course really had no idea she was broadcasting. She just knew she wanted to cum, and she was glad she was out of the cage. She slowly tired and fell into a deep sleep. I turned off the feed.

Dani drove up with a van-full of stuff from Steel’s house. Boxes of records and whatever electronics and valuables Steel had, including cameras, computers, anything. She wouldn’t be returning, and we would call Salvation Army to pick up the rest. The catbox was there as well. I helped Dani unload and went to work on a Ducati in the shop. Dani lifted the hatch and descended to her Slaves new quarters, carrying Steels laptop.

Steel was sound asleep. “You reek of cum and piss, Slave” she mumbled to herself as set down the computer and patched into the camera system. She logged back in and started the feed. “Time for a bath”

Dani turned on the hose and without hesitation or warning blasted Steel as she lay chained on the floor. A shriek filled the room as Steel jerked violently and screamed as the icy-cold needles of water blasted her from her hazy dreams. “SHUT UP!” Dani screamed in her ear thru the leather hood. She quieted to moans and whimpers, barely audible above the white noise of the hose. Water hit her everywhere, and especially between her legs and around the chastity belt. The water stopped. Steel was breathing heavily, her cold hardened breasts heaving.

Dani took off the chastity belt and scrubbed her hard with a stiff brush and soapy water. She took the time to fuck Steel with its stubby, wide handle, first in the cunt, then in her ass. She left it sticking out as she retrieved a straight-razor and returned to shave Steel’s cunt. Steel could feel the cold blade and imagined a knife a foot long shaving her. She daren’t move a muscle. Dani went to turn on the hose for the final rinse. Once more cold water hit Steel, and her screams were drowned out by the sound of the rushing water.

Dani futzed around with some gear while Steel recovered. Her ring gag was small enough that it didn’t cause her too much pain, but the leather hood was soaked now. Before she knew it, Dani had unlaced it and pulled it off. Steel gazed at her Mistress before she remembered to avert her eyes. Dani just smiled at her and straddled her head, just like Ford had done. “Please Mistress, may I lick your asshole?” came the question, and as before Steel’s tongue got busy. I looked up from my work on the bike in the garage above them and stared at the monitor on the wall of the garage. I reached for the remote and turned up the volume.

[steelish]

The difference between the first evening of captivity and last night is night and day. The first evening I came so many times I lost count. Now, I haven't come since that first evening when Mistress had her face buried between my thighs. So much had happened since then. I realize that my forced chastity is having an unforeseen effect on me. I am craving Master. I am craving Mistress. I crave any attention whatsoever from them. It makes me feel more like their slave than mere bonds do. The realization makes my hips grind and rotate more, my moans continuing until I start to tire. The lack of sleep from last night's cage confinement has me sinking slowly into exhaustion, until it finally overtakes me.

I sleep deeply, not even dreams are disrupting my slumber. Suddenly, I feel as though I have been doused with ice water. I come shockingly awake, screaming and trying to squirm away from the freezing cold. "SHUT UP" I hear Mistresses voice yelling in my ear through the leather hood. I try to be quiet, but whimpers and soft moans still escape my lips. I nearly jump out of my skin when the freezing spray hits my clit. By the time the water stops, I am freezing, trembling with goosebumps all over my skin.

I feel the chastity belt being removed, then a hard bristled brush is scrubbing at me. I moan and squirm, crying out when I feel it rasping across my nipples. I feel something hard shove between my legs and into my pussy. It is slowly fucking me and I begin to grind my hips again. I feel it retreat. Suddenly, it is shoved into my ass and I surge upward as best I can in my bonds. I groan loudly and whine a bit when it starts fucking my ass. It is pressed hard and deep and left there.

I am panting through the mouth gag and the wet leather hood is is cold and oppressive on my head. I relax and concentrate on breathing through my nose, so that my mouth won't dry out. I flinch when I feel a sharp blade drag across my pubic mound. I realize I am being shaven, although there's not much to be removed. The blade feels like a machete to my blinded senses, and I am still as can be. I breathe a sigh of relief when the shave is complete. The sigh of relief quickly turns into a squeal when I feel the freezing cold spray on my body once again.

Before long I am once again shivering, goosebumps all over. My breathing is heavy through my nose holes and the leather hood is a cold mass on my head. I lay there, getting my breathing back to normal. Soon, I feel fingers at the top of my head, the hood and ring gag loosens and then is pulled off, revealing Mistress. I look at her for several moments, then belatedly remember to avert my gaze. I sense her shifting and turn my eyes back to see she is straddling my head the same way Master did earlier. I think I can guess what she wants and before she demands it of me I say, "Please Mistress, may I lick your asshole?"

I hear her chuckle and say, "Hmmm, I think Ford has been teaching you manners"

I hear her sharp intake of breath and see her look around quickly. "I mean, the Master has been teaching you manners"

Her ass lowers to my face and I meet it's descent with my stiff tongue. I lick her asshole, wondering what she would do if I snaked my tongue lower to her pussy, but I was too scared to try it. I can hear her cooing above me as I grunt and lick, poking my tongue at her ass.

[Mastrovenice]

Seems as if I had turned up the volume just in time. Dani broke one of my rules in Steel’s presence. She referred to me by my name, rather than calling me ‘Master’. She was now overdue for punishment.



I continued working on the bike while listening to and watching my two slaves. Various scenarios for Steel were running through my head and I started to whittle down the list of probabilities until the most appealing one stood out. I was having a nice day. The bike I was working on was a 2007 Dukati 1098 S Tricolore Superbike. The owner raced it and I was replacing some parts on the exhaust system; namely the catalytic converter and the lambda probe.



Dani and I had done well with the shop. Along with the bike, there was a Koenigsegg CCX, a Jaguar SFR, what was undeniably the fastest car in the world – an SSC Ultimate Aero. We were also working on a classic Aston Martin and the cream of the crop, a Bugatti Veyron. Rich men trusted me to work on their expensive toys and I did not let them down. The added bonus was that many of the rich men knew of mine and Dani’s kinks and they indulged in the same fetishes. Some of them were guests at Steel’s ‘coming out of the kink closet’ party the other night.. The Veyron’s owner was the one who’s slave had her face buried in Steel’s ass as we whipped her. I finished up with the bike and took it for a spin. I drove to a nearby community airport whose owner was a client of mine. I used a runway to put the bike through its paces, going through all six gears. She handled beautifully and I soon turned back to the shop.



When I drove into the garage, Dani was cleaning up the tools I had used on the bike and setting them back in their proper locations in the tool boxes. I left her to her task and went to work on Steel. On the way into the room I made sure the webcam broadcast was switched on. I donned a leather mask to hide my identity. I had no desire to be broadcast myself. Dani had switched Steel’s position and she was now standing, legs spread and ankles bound to rings in the floor. Her spread, cuffed wrists were drawn up overhead and although her hood was off, Dani had put a blindfold on her. Her mouth was stuffed with a ball gag. I could see that Dani had been having a touch of fun with her because there were new red stripes laid over the bruises that remained from the night before. Steel’s legs were shaking. I walked closer to her. My thought was that she heard my footsteps because I could hear her sharp intake of breath and the shaking moved up her body until even her arms were trembling. She had no idea who was in the room with her; was it her Mistress, was it her Master. I could just imagine the fearful anticipation that was going through her head.



I circled her slowly, stopping when I was directly behind her. I reached underneath her and drew my thumb through her slit. She groaned and her hips surged at my touch. She was dripping wet. Whether she was aware of it or not, her body was telling me how much she loved her captivity. I walked back around to the front of her and wiped my wet thumb across her lips and the red ball gag sticking out from between them. She sucked in a breath through her nose and let out a quavering moan. I smiled at the reaction. It was time to show the ‘adjunct owners’ just how much of a Painslut Steel could be. I walked to the cabinet and retrieved a the necessary items. I put the items on a wheeled cart and pulled it near Steel’s form. As I removed her ballgag I explained the rules to her. “When I give you a command you are to respond ‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir’ do you understand?” “Yes Sir, thank you Sir” she croaked, then cleared her throat and licked her lips. I reached down and picked up a long leather thong. “Every time I do something, you are to thank me, do you understand?” “Yes Sir, thank you sir” she said in a much steadier voice than before. I reached out with my left hand and captured her right breast. I squeezed the base of it with my fingers and quickly wound the leather thong tightly around it. Steel gasped and moaned. “What did I tell you” was my sharp reprimand. “Thank you Sir” she quickly replied. When I reached out and grabbed her left breast, she knew what to expect and thanked me the moment I tied her breast. Her tits were now turning red, and looked like two small grapefruits on her chest. She was grunting and squirming in her bonds.



Reaching up with both hands I grabbed her nipples. I pinched, hard. Steel threw back her head and hissed. I slapped a breast, hard which brought forth a squeal from her and I reminded her to thank me. “Thank you Sir” she gasped out. I pinched them again and this time Steel thanked me properly. “Very good” I said and reached down to reward her with a quick rub on her clit. “Ngh, Thank you Sir” she said. I brought my finger to her mouth and she cleaned it off without any prompting. “Thank you Sir” she said the moment my finger was pulled from between her lips. I picked up a clothespin and smiled. This was going to test her. I knelt down in front of her and applied the clothespin to her labia. “Mmmm, Thank you Sir” she said as her hips rocked. I continued to get a positive reaction from her as I applied six clothespins to each side. She thanked me each time, she rocked her hips each time and I could see her juices running down the insides of her thighs. She definitely was a masochist. How much of one? Only time would tell. She jumped when I put a clothespin on her clit. But she did thank me. Her hips were rocking continuously now, and her tits were purple.



I placed clover clamps on her nipples and she thanked me with a long moan. I’m sure she felt like her pussy and her tits were on fire by now. I picked up the first weight. 2 ounces. I hung it from the right nipple clamp. “Thank you Sir” she said. I knew she barely felt it other than the fresh bite from making the clamp move. I hung a 2 ounce weight from the other nipple. Again, she thanked me. I continued with this, using 2 ounce weights until she had 6 of the little weights hanging from each clamp. That was just shy of a pound on each nipple and I could see the clamps starting to slip. She was still slowly pumping her hips and her moaning and soft cries of pain were almost constant now. This should be interesting, I thought. I stepped back to see the reaction. She had no idea what was about to occur. The nipple clamps were connected by a silver chain and if one slipped off before the other, she would have 24 ounces jolting a single nipple. I made sure the cameras would catch her reaction to it. Not more than 20 seconds later, the clamp slipped off her right nipple and the weights jerked to a halt at the end of the chain. Steel threw her head back and screamed, but her hips never stopped pumping. In fact, they were rocking even harder. She brought her head back up and breathlessly thanked me. I smiled. I stood, arms crossed and watched closely as the other clamp continued to slip. When it finally fell off, the weights and chain brushed the clothespin clamped on her clit and added to her distress. The reaction was completely erotic though. Steel pulled hard with her arms as if she could swing herself upwards and her hips shot forward and stayed there, quivering with strain. Her long drawn out cry was like music and I reached out and plucked the clothespin off her clit as she strained in position. The reaction to this surprised even me. Steel let out a short scream and her hips bucked spasmodically as she orgasmed hard. “Thank you Sir” she groaned through gritted teeth, her hips rocking and jumping. I could see her abdomen jumping with aftershocks from the orgasm and I walked behind her, freeing my cock from my pants. I rubbed my cock against her cunt, getting it lubed up with her juices, then I sank it into her ass in one quick thrust. Steel surged up on her toes and cried out, “Thank you Sir” in a high pitched voice. I reached up and grabbed the hair at the back of her head and used it for a handle as I pumped into her ass. She was nice and tight and her ass was still clenching from her orgasm. I pumped hard for a full minute and then shot my load into her ass. “Thank you Sir” she said as she felt my release. I pulled out and put my cock away before walking back around into the camera’s view.



Steel moaned and thanked me as I removed each clothespin from her labia. I ran my fingers over her labia once all the clothespins were removed. It looked like tire tracks running across them. I took the leather bindings off her breasts and then replaced the ball gag. She thanked me for each thing I did and I turned and left her there and went to find Dani.



It was time for her punishment!

[steelish]

Mistress abruptly changed her position and inched backward so that I was now able to lick her pussy and clit. “Make me cum slave, and make it good” she said and reached down to pinch my nipples. I grunted and said a muffled “Yes Mistress” and lapped my tongue the full length of her slit. My tongue licked and probed. I sucked and nudged, making my Mistress moan and squirm above me. She continued to torture my nipples but occasionally I felt her fingers press into my clit. The sensations were causing an orgasm to slowly build and I could feel the pressure of it rising. Unfortunately for me, Mistress did not allow me to orgasm. The moment she came, she stood up and released me, only to shackle me in a new position. Now I was standing in a spread-eagled position. She left me flat-footed, for which I was grateful. I still didn’t have much movement. I could push up with my toes, I could rock my hips forward and push them back, but that was about it.

Once she had me bound like that she brought over a blindfold and strapped it in place. A moment later, I felt her tongue trace my lips and I opened my mouth slightly to exchange a kiss with her. Our tongues danced and Mistress let out a long “Mmmmm” as we did. As soon as her mouth left mine she pressed her fingertips on my cheeks and said, “Open wide slave” My mouth opened and she shoved a ball gag in and strapped it on tightly. “mmph” was my response and Mistress laughed and swatted my ass playfully. I was still sore in places from last night and her playful slap felt like a swat with a paddle from a strict schoolmarm. It made me groan and that caused more laughter to erupt from Mistress. We had heard Master leave on a motorcycle some time ago and she seemed to behave differently without him around. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. All I knew is that the moment she heard the bike drive away, she acted different. More “in charge” I guess.

I heard movement off to the side and then I felt a flogger strike me. She moved around me in a circle, flogging until I felt warm all over. Soft cries were escaping my lips. The flogger had a sensual feel to me. It was almost like a caress and I found I was looking forward to each stroke. She was slowly building my orgasm back to it’s pinnacle and this time I hoped she allowed it to continue to completion. I flinched when I felt the crop land the first time. My cry was accompanied by trembling legs and tense arms. She must have been moving very quietly, because although I strained my ears, I couldn’t hear her at all. The next stroke landed on the other side of my body and startled me. She was toying with me, enjoying my cries. She continued with the crop until I was whimpering and shaking all over.

She whispered in my ear, “I have chores slave, but I’ll be back later, you can be sure of that. Until then, here’s something to remember me by…” I felt her hot breath on my pussy, then her tongue snaked out and she licked me. I surged forward in my bonds, trying to get my clit to press against her hot tongue, but she backed off and said, “No no, none of that” and I heard the door open and close with her exit.

I lost track of how long I stood there in my bonds, trembling and shaking with aroused frustration. When I heard the door open I let out a soft whimper and my legs trembled harder than before. I wondered who it was. Was it Mistress or was it Master? Had they sent someone else in? I heard the footsteps approach me and my breath caught. The trembling moved up my body until even the muscles in my arms were quivering. I wanted to shout at the person to do something, say something.

The footsteps continued around me in a circle and stopped when they were directly behind me. Suddenly, a finger or thumb scraped along my pussy, parting it’s lips and dragging through the wetness. I let out a groan and my hips surged forward. I heard the footsteps come back around in front of me and then I felt that wet digit rub across my lips where the ball gag was peeking out from them. I sucked in a breath through my nose and when I smelled my own arousal I gave a long moan. The footsteps receded and then I heard items being moved and set down. Shortly, the footsteps returned to my side accompanied by the sound of something rolling on the floor. I felt the ball gag being loosened. Master’s voice spoke in my ear, “When I give you a command you are to respond ‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir’ do you understand?” “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” I said with a voice that cracked from my dry throat. I cleared my throat and licked my lips. He spoke again, “Every time I do something, you are to thank me, do you understand?” “Yes Sir, thank you sir” I said, my voice much stronger than before. I felt him grab my right breast and then he wrapped something tightly around the base of it, making me gasp and moan. “What did I tell you” he said, rather sharply. “Thank you Sir” I responded. He grabbed my left breast, and I knew what was about to occur. I thanked him the moment he wound whatever he was using around it. My breasts now felt like they each had their own heartbeat. They were hot and heavy on my chest, causing me to grunt and squirm as I searched for comfort.

I hissed in surprise when he pinched my nipples. My breast was slapped and I squealed in alarm. “What did I tell you to say?” he asked as the breast tingled from the slap. “Thank you Sir” I said in a gasping breath. He pinched my nipples again and I thanked him immediately. “Very good” he said. A finger rubbed my clit and my hips pumped softly. “Ngh, Thank you Sir” I said. I felt his wet finger touch my lips and I sucked it into my mouth, cleaning it off with gentle pulls and swirls with my tongue. “Thank you Sir” I said the moment he pulled his finger from between my lips. A moment later, I felt his fingers at my pussy and he applied a clamp of some kind on my outer lips. “Mmmm, Thank you Sir” I said, the sensation made me rock my hips forward. He kept placing clamps along each side of my pussy and I kept thanking him as he did so. There was some pain involved, but I could also feel the most wonderful heat building inside. It astonished me. I don’t know what they had done to me but something had happened. Was I wrong to like this? I realized my hips were still rocking even though he had applied enough clamps to make it feel as if I were on fire down below. I felt him spread my outer lips with the clamps and then to my surprise he clamped my clit. It made me surge upwards and I felt an immediate flow of juices in my pussy. I quickly and breathlessly thanked him.

A long moan escaped my lips when I felt him clamp my nipples. The sexual rush that was running through my body was threatening to take me away. I felt the clamp on my right nipple dip slightly, making the biting pain fresher. “Thank you Sir” I said, realizing that he must have hung a weight from it. He continued adding weights to my nipple clamps, alternating until he was satisfied. I had no idea how much weight my nipples were holding, but the bite that accompanied the combined weights was wreaking havoc on my system. My body had taken over and I couldn’t stop pumping my hips. I was moaning and emitting soft cries of pain almost constantly.

Suddenly, I felt the clamp slip off my right nipple and then there was a jerk on my left nipple. I screamed, but for some reason I wanted more. I needed just a bit more. I wanted to cum in the worst way, but I felt like something was blocking the release. I rocked my hips harder. I belatedly remembered what was expected of me and breathlessly thanked Master. A moment later, I felt and heard a snap when the clamp popped off the other nipple. I was rocked forward when it happened and I felt the chain drop along my belly and brush the clamp that was on my clit. Oh my God my mind screamed and I strained in my bonds, raising up on my toes and arching my back as hard as I could. I pulled hard with my arms and strained, pulling and shaking. My action was accompanied by a long drawn out wail and as my cry tapered off and I started to take a breath, I felt the clit clamp tug slightly and then it was gone. The resulting rush of blood back into my clit set me off. I screamed and orgasmed hard. Gritting my teeth I ground out a “Thank you Sir” as my hips rocked and jumped with my orgasmic spasms.

I heard his footsteps go behind me and then I felt his cock rubbing against my pussy. I wanted that cock inside so bad! I rocked back and pushed into him but the cock receded and I almost screamed in frustration. I bit my tongue to stop from yelling at him and then I felt him shove into my ass. I shot up onto my toes and cried out, “Thank you Sir”. He was pulling my hair and pumping into my ass. I was almost ready to cum again when he had his orgasm and retreated. “Thank you Sir” I said the moment he came. I heard him zip his pants back up and then his footsteps came back in front of me.

He removed the clamps from my pussy while I thanked him after each one was taken off. I felt him run his fingers along my slit. I wanted him to keep doing it. It was very soothing. He unbound my breasts and then replaced the ball gag. I thanked him for each thing he did and then I heard him leave the room.

I waited quietly for whatever was to happen next. I was now to the point where I really didn’t want to leave anymore. Funny how at the beginning I was afraid of Dani. Ford had done more painful things to me than Dani had done and he was the one I wanted to come back. I wanted him to do more. I wanted him to take me higher, make me soar.

[Mastrovenice]

Dani and I were busy. The shop was humming along, and we enjoyed working on all the sexy hot rods, muscle cars, foreign roadsters and sport bikes. We even serviced the occasional Harley Davidson. We kept busy, but remembered our priorities. Steel’s presence had been folded into our daily lives. She was either bound in her garage ‘pit’ during the day where we could easily access her, or she helped us by working in the office, processing orders, shipping, all the paperwork that creative-types usually abhor.
Today Steel was an office drone. More like an office gimp. She was kneeling at her workstation (Steel was very rarely allowed the use of furniture) and processing her work as best as possible. She was encased in a thick rubber catsuit and shackled at the ankles. This chain was then connected to others and formed a sirik, which kept wrists, ankles, waist and neck connected by a locked, heavy chain. Her thick posture collar kept her neck up, but thankfully had softened with use since it was first locked on her months ago. A thick rubber hood encased her head, with its eye-holes unzipped so she could see the computer monitor. To complete her head bondage, a pump-gag filled her mouth, while a black rubber cock extended outward from it, away from her face, extending into the air, awaiting a soft fleshy hole to penetrate. This dildo matched the other one extending from the strap-on harness around her waist.
Steel typed away as fast as she could, straining against the short chain between her wrists, and occasionally clenching her muscles around the plug nestled into her cunt-hole. She needed to complete these orders and report to Dani soon, or risk punishment for being lazy. Dani knew that Steel loved to correspond with all her internet ‘friends’ and left alone, Steel would fritter the day away chatting and cruising the BDSM Sites, including her own. Without ‘incentive’, Steel would always choose surfing the net instead of working.
Steel finished her last order and quickly checked her blog. Last weeks torture session was posted as a video and had attracted so many hits it crashed their server. Now back up, she checked the comments and messages sent to her from Dom/mes and subs from around the world. The consensus was that she had ‘faked’ her 5th orgasm (the one she had from just watching her master stroke his cock), but had handled the play-piercings so well, everyone wanted to see more!
The timer chimed, and Steel closed the browser guiltily, knowing it would cost her if she were caught. She backed away from the desk and crawled to the door of the office. Once there she retrieved the heavy 2-pound weights from where she had left them, and carefully attached the long chains leading from them to clamps that she then applied to her pussy lips. The weights rested on the floor, the chains slack for now. She thought of how they would pull on her lips as she crawled thru the loft and garage space. Her pussy juice began flowing.
It would take her 5 minutes of crawling to reach Dani in her bay. She moved slowly, each motion forward pulling 4 pounds of lead behind her. She imagined her pussy lips pulled out and back from between her legs, stretching from the weights. Her rubber encased body shone in the dim light of the loft, and she carefully avoided rugs or carpeting that would impede the sliding of the weights.
I was working at the counter, talking to a good customer when Steel came crawling behind me on her way to Dani. The counter was tall, and Steel hugged the inside, wanting to hide from eyesight and the customers in the waiting room. I sat on a tall stool and smiled as she trudged along as fast as she dared, the sound of the weights pulling along the concrete the only sound she made. It took her a few minutes to cross behind the counter, and she only hesitated a moment before she crossed to the open door that led to the bays.
The clamps were biting painfully as Steel made her move to cover the last 20 feet across the garage floor. I watched thru the open door as Dani turned to monitor her Slave’s progress. I finished with my customer and followed Steel into the garage, taking a moment to step on the weights, causing a squeal to emerge from her gagged mouth-cunt. I motioned to Dani to get on all fours and disrobe, which she quickly did, rubbing her clit as she looked hungrily behind her at the rubber dildos protruding from Steel’s mouth and crotch. Dani was in need of a gimp, and smiled as her fingers drew the moisture from her pussy.
I lifted up my foot and pushed Steel forward roughly, propelling her toward Dani’s ass and cunt holes. Steel cried out as the weights pulled at her, but hurried to bury her gimp-cock deep into Dani. Pleasing her mistress was her mission, and thru that pleasing me.
Dani pushed her cunt against the dildo and Steel rammed it home, her nose buried against Dani’s crack. Dani moaned and gyrated, wanting to build her arousal before begging me for an orgasm. I walked up behind Steel and adjusted the weight so 2 pounds were hanging now from Steel’s lips, slowly rocking back an forth as she fucked her gimp-cock into Dani’s soaking cunt. Steel was not too happy to feel the weights swing free, in fact her squeals and moans told me it was almost too much to bear. I unzipped her catsuit to get access to her ass-cunt and squirted some lube into her hole. I pressed two fingers into her and began finger-fucking her ass.
Dani started begging me to cum. She was treading that fine line, taking as much pleasure as she dared, but careful not to go over the line. She would fuck Steel’s gimp-cock hard for a few strokes, then stop, grinding slowly as she pulled back from the brink.
Steel now started begging to cum. My fingers in her ass had aroused her cunt to the point of orgasm. Steel had been denied cumming for so many weeks now, almost any erotic touch would cascade into an orgasmic force. I added another finger to her ass and listened to her gagged cries for release. Dani too was wailing now. “Please, please Master, allow your slave to please you with an orgasm…..ughhnnnnn…pplleeeeeeeaaassssseeeeeeee!”
I let the two of them grind and plead for a few minutes, and I made sure we had enough action on-tape for the cameras that would allow us to broadcast this little scene on Steel’s blog. Dani continued to beg and grovel, her cunt stuffed with Steel’s mouth dildo. I finally gave her permission to cum. Dani had been on restriction for a few days now, and her orgasm was hard and physical, her hips really fucking against her slave’s head. Steel could hardly bear the sights, sounds and smells of her Mistress cumming, as it made her own arousal more intense, her own restrictions that more torturous. It had been so many days and weeks since her last orgasm. She begged with abandon as I pushed another finger into her asshole, and she fucked her rubber-clad body back up against my hand. “What a good anal-whore you are” I said.
Dani came hard and long. Steel was in such a state of arousal that her body trembled and shook violently as she cried almost uncontrollably behind the gag. I pulled my hand from her ass-cunt and she collapsed in a heap of chain and rubber on the concrete floor, her body writhing and twitching. With my permission, Dani flipped her on her back and squatted over her head, lowering her ass onto Steel’s gimp-cock.
I moved forward over Steel’s body and grabbed Dani’s head, bringing her mouth to my cock, fucking her face as she bounced up and down on Steel’s head. Dani sucked hungrily, knowing that I was favoring her with the opportunity to taste my cum. As I pushed down into her throat and came, she swallowed and dutifully followed suit, clamping her knees tightly against Steel’s head as she came hard from the rubber dildo in her ass. Steel was crying with frustrated arousal as her Master and Mistress took their pleasure. She knew her sexual fire would not recede quickly, that the burn in her cunt would be with her until I deemed her worthy to cum. She hoped with all her being that I would do that soon.

[steelish]

I lost track of how long I had been captive at the shop. One day had blended into the next and before I knew it I felt at home and had fallen into my roll as their slave. I never knew whether or not I was going to be left bound all day or if I would be needed to process orders and other mundane data entry tasks. This morning Master and Mistress had placed a thick rubber catsuit on me. This caused mixed feelings within me...on one hand, I was grateful for the cushioning effect of the catsuit on my knees, on the other hand, I craved skin on skin contact - and the catsuit was effective in preventing that.

I could see the end of the dildo that projected from my face. I had to turn my head this way and that to be able to read the computer screen and fill in the details. I had felt Master and Mistress messing with something at my hips, and surmised that I had an identical dildo protruding from my groin as well. I was grateful for my typing skills, as my posture collar prevented me from looking down. I could not lift my hands up to my face, and typing was difficult as I was wearing a shortened sirik that prevented much movement. The only thing those chains allowed was slow crawling. Master had stuffed my cunt with a dildo and I practiced my kegels on it, squeezing occasionally. The dildo kept me aroused the entire time I processed orders. It was as if Master were right there, pressing it into me with the heel of his hand.

I finished typing in the last of the final order and closed the shop's processing program. I wanted to check my blog that had been created at Master's orders. I gave a muffled laugh when I read the comments. It seemed as if everyone thought I had faked the orgasm I got from simply watching Master masturbate. I smiled to myself...if only everyone knew how much that aroused me. The orgasm definitely wasn't faked, but if everyone believed that...what did I care? How much I worshipped Master's cock was between the two of us and everyone else could just...well, stuff it. I made a mental note to let Master know that everyone loved the play-piercings and craved more.

I heard the timer go off and quickly closed the browser. I should have been paying attention to the time. I was only allowed a specific amount of time to complete my work, and did not seek permission to check my blog. If I got caught, I would be punished for this - although they did allow me to jump into my favorite site and chat with friends for hours - usually when they had outside interests taking them from the shop. I turned away from the computer and crawled to the doorway. I had left two 2lb weights sitting by the door. They each had a long chain leading from them and I carefully attached the chains to clamps I applied to my pussy lips. I knew they would bite painfully as I crawled, and it took several tries to get the clamps to bite on my now wet lips.

I slowly and painfully crawled along the back of the counter in the garage. Master was sitting on the stool behind the counter and I could hear him talking to a customer. There were several others sitting in the room and I could hear the TV going. The weights made a soft scraping noise as I slowly crawled. I hugged the back of the counter and eyed the small open area between the end of the counter and the door leading to the bays. I was dreading that open space. I hesitated slightly when I was between Master and the counter, wanting to kneel at his feet. I knew Mistress was waiting in the service bay so I kept going. I paused and took a deep breath when I reached the end of the counter and then made my way as quickly and quietly as I could. I could see Mistress turn and watch me crawl to her across the garage floor.

Mistress' eyes flared and I felt a biting pain at my pussy lips as the chains jerked me to a halt. I squealed in alarm and heard Master's chuckle. Mistress was looking beyond me, presumably as Master and I saw her slight nod and then she quickly tore her clothes off and knelt on all fours in front of me. Her ass and pussy waved in my face and I felt Master's foot against my ass and then I was pressed forward. The chains once again tugged my pussy lips and I cried out in alarm, but hurried forward to bury my face cock into Mistress' wet cunt. I could smell her arousal, and moaned as I too became even more aroused.

I felt fingers at my pussy lips and groaned. My groans escalated into a squeal as the weights tugged continuously and swung from my pussy lips. My thighs shook and trembled, but I continued to fuck Mistress' cunt with my face cock. I felt the catsuit part and then a cool breeze hit my ass as Master unzipped it the rest of the way to reveal my ass. My breath caught as he lubed me up. I growled into my gag as I felt him sink a couple of fingers into my ass. I heard Mistress begin to beg for an orgasm and I knew I would soon be begging as well. After Master had pumped his fingers in me about four times I wanted, needed to cum so bad I began to beg. Mistress was grinding onto my face dildo, Master was torturing my pussy lips with the weights and finger fucking my ass and I felt like I wanted to crawl out of my own skin with the desire that ran through me. I begged and pleaded for an orgasm, a roaring sound in my ears prevented me from hearing whether or not he had granted me release. I just knew if he didn't stop soon, I would lose control and cum without permission.

I fell in a heap on the floor when he removed his fingers and my body fought with me over control of my orgasmic release. My legs scissored and I bit hard on the gag to get my arousal under control. As I slowly regained my composure, the bite of the pussy clamps came rushing back to me and I squealed as Mistress flipped me onto my back and lowered her ass onto my face cock. I could see through my eye holes that Master's hands had Mistress by the hair and I could tell he was face-fucking her. There were tears of frustration in my eyes and I was aware my hips were grinding against nothing in particular as Master and Mistress pleasured themselves above me.

I knew that I needed Master's permission to cum, and that he would not grant that permission until he felt me worthy of an orgasm. I hoped it would be soon. I feared that I was slowly losing my mind with the want of it.

[fantazmaster]

Bravo!Mastrovenice and steel1sh,you two have done an excellent job with this RP story.Particularly strong element here is the smooth interweave between actions and the character's thoughts,feeling and emotions.A big thanks to you both for this one.

[Whisperz]

wow! what wonderful work! thank you!

Whisperz

[Mastrovenice]

Steel was sleeping after another busy night. The rubber catsuit, once highly polished, was now marred by fingerprints and various traces of sexual fluids. She was in a hogtie, laying on her side, her arms pulled taught by the short chain that ran to her ankles. Her breath came in short draws, the rubber corset constricting her lungs. The black rubber dildo gag still projected outward from her head, and showed evidence of extended use. Dani had so enjoyed gimping Steel that we decided to extend her service in her latex skin. Although she was cleaned regularly, it had been months now since Steel had been anything but a gimp, performing her daily duties hobbled by chains as she crawled along in her heavy rubber. We even had created a whole new website devoted to her gimp status.

I placed my boot on Steels neck and she woke, feeling the pressure. She moaned against the soft interior of the gag and wriggled her body in greeting. I reached down and unbuckled the gag and withdrew it from her mouth. “Thank you sir for letting me serve you” Steel muttered, still waking, yet pleased to have her mouth empty. I rolled her over and pulled her head to my lap. She immediately searched for my soft cock, wanting to display her gratitude. I un-buckled the blindfold from her hood so she could see. It had been weeks since I had let her service me. I had been busy with Dani, and had wanted to let Steel focus in her service to her Mistress.

I stroked Steel’s head through the rubber hood as she worked her mouth along my cock. Her enthusiasm was obvious, and I soon hardened in her mouth. I grabbed her head and started face-fucking her, my cock moving farther down her throat until she gagged and struggled for breath. I had forgotten the pleasure of Steel’s mouth, so eager to please, so hungry to be fucked. I knew from the way she was wriggling that her own sex was becoming wet. I pulled her head against me roughly, held her there and pumped my cum deep into her mouth. She swallowed as best she could and moaned and sighed at the rare opportunity to taste me. She almost came herself when she felt my hot cum escape my cock.

I pulled out my cock and replaced the dildo-gag, much to Steel’s disappointment. I patted her head and re-attached the hog-tie chain. Dani would arrive to clean and help her with her morning routine soon. I made a note to have Dani shoot some video for the ‘Rubber-Slave’ website. Steel was pulling in a respectable profit from her ‘modeling’ career now, and it was a welcome addition to the finances of the shop.

By the afternoon Steel was busy editing, compressing and posting the video Dani had shot, as well as the stills from the previous night’s party. She was always a bit surprised when downloading the pictures from Dani’s camera. Since she was the ‘subject’, often blindfolded, she never really knew who was using her until the documentation showed up on the screen. Of course she remembered being used, but today she was shocked at the beauty of the women who she had fucked with her face-cock. She was proud to be able to serve these women. She squirmed a bit on her knees as she finished the site, her pussy wet with arousal.

Dani showed up behind her and clipped a leash to her collar. “Time to go, Slave. We’ve planned something special for you today.” She guided Steel to the play area. There she helped her out of her rubber suit. Steel felt the cool air on her skin, and feeling exposed and vulnerable without her latex. It surprised her how much she had become accustomed to its tight embrace.

I grabbed the leash and Steel dropped to her knees, eyes down. “We are going on a field trip, Slave.” I said, pulling on her leash and starting for the door. Steel shuffled along, naked on her hands as knees. When we got to the door I lifted her to her feet. Dani wrapped a short leather mini-skirt around her waist and pulled a tank-top tee shirt over her chest. I pointed to a pair of Frye biker boots and Steel stepped in to them, wondering where this would lead. She had not been out of the garage for some time now, and was apprehensive and a bit uneasy about leaving. Dani took the chance to feel her up and press her knee against Steel’s cunt. She looked sexy in a trashy biker way, filling out the tight tee-shirt, her midriff bare. I grabber her by the hair and brought my face close to her.
“You will be on display today, Slave. I don’t want to be disappointed.” Steel nodded and wondered what was to transpire. She closed her eyes and ground her hips against Dani’s knee and pressed her chest against her Mistress’s hands.

“Enough” I said as I yanked Dani off of Steel. Dani squealed a bit as I grabbed her collar and immediately dropped to her knees in front of me. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir” she cried and bent over, her mouth open now and her tongue licking my boots. I smiled at her reaction and let her continue for a bit until lifting her off by her hair. “Cuff her hands behind her back and grab a bag of toys. Lock up and meet us over there.” Dani nodded and quickly went about her duties, snapping police-sytle handcuffs on Steel’s wrists and disappearing inside the garage.

I pulled on Steel’s leash as we set off across the parking lot. Steel squinted in the afternoon light and stumbled as gracefully as she could against the lead. She could make out a building across the lonely highway with a handful of pick-up trucks and Harleys parked outside. It was the only building around, except for the garage, and as we passed the last vehicle on our lot and began trudging across the highway, she had no doubt as to our destination. She nervously glanced up and down the road, not wanting to be seen in public, leashed and collared, almost naked in her skirt and tee-shirt. Her face turned a bright red as one car, then another passed by on our way to the roadhouse. The last slowed and honked and she could hear the jeers and laughter of the men as they passed by. Steel hurried along behind me, nervous yet excited at the thought of what might lay ahead.

[steelish]

I was so exhausted I slept soundly, despite the fact that I could not take a deep breath. The corset I wore prevented anything other than shallow breathing. My jaw was also sore from constantly having a gag in place, but my slumber allowed me to escape my body's minor aches and pains brought on by the bondage I was in. Curiously, my dreams were filled with my service to Master and Mistress. They were all I thought of, dreamed of. Master more so than Mistress. My body...my psyche...my very soul responded more deeply to Him than it did to Her.

I was in the middle of a dream about Master when I woke suddenly to the feeling of a boot pressing against my neck. I sensed immediately that it was Him and moaned in greeting, moving my body to let Him know I was aware. I felt His fingers unbuckling the gag and the moment it left my lips I thanked Him for allowing me to serve Him. I worked the muscles in my jaw, feeling the aches work their way out. Master unbuckled my hogtie and rolled me over to my knees, pulling my face to His lap. My heart gave a thump as I used my lips and tongue to search for His cock. This was a rare opportunity and I wanted to relish it. I almost swooned when He unbuckled my blindfold. Now not only was I going to be able to service Him orally, but I was going to be able to see His cock as well!

I sucked His soft cock into my mouth, working my tongue over the surface of soft skin. He was hot in my mouth and I could feel Him slowly hardening as I worked my tongue and lips over His length. I could feel one of His hands stroking my head lightly through the rubber hood. As He hardened it was becoming more difficult to breath during the deep strokes I was creating as I bobbed my head up and down in His lap. My hips started to pump, as if I could create a friction to ease my own desire for an orgasm. I felt His hands grip the sides of my head and He started to control the movements. He shoved His cock deep into my throat and cut off my air supply. I opened my mouth wide and tried to breath but could not. I choked and gagged and He eased off to allow me to get a breath, then shoved deep again. This time He held me there until I began to struggle for air. My throat constricted around His cock and I could feel Him swelling inside my mouth. He retreated, I gasped in a breath of air and He shoved Himself deep one last time, pulling my face hard against Himself. I moaned as I felt His cock pulse, His hot cum hitting the back of my throat. I felt a flutter of sensation in my pussy and knew that all it would take was just one touch and I would orgasm. I swallowed His cum gratefully and immediately wished we could do this again but to my dismay, He pulled His softening cock out and replaced the gag in my mouth. He patted the top of my head, smiling as He placed the blindfold back over my eyes. He eased me back down to the floor and re-attached my hogtie. I lay there and sighed, wondering what was in store for today.

Some time later I felt my hogtie being undone. A leash was attached to my collar and I was led through the building. When stopped, I felt my blindfold being undone. It was Mistress, and She had brought me into my "office". Master and Mistress had made me an office that I could use by kneeling on the floor. My desk was low like a table at a Japanese restaurant. I was left in the office to work on the video Mistress had made. She also had me work on the photography from the previous night's party. This was my first time seeing what had occurred the night before as I had been blindfolded the entire time. The women who had been using my face cock were absolutely gorgeous, and I felt a swell of pride at having been used as a toy for these beautiful creatures. I finished uploading the stills and then worked on the video. I edited out parts that I knew Master did not want shown; certain people at the party did not want to be seen in our videos - the mayor, the chief of police, and a couple of Master's high-profile rich clients. After editing (and looking over my edits with a fine-toothed comb) I watched the video as it would appear when posted. I made a couple more minor edits and re-watched it. Now it was ready. I compressed it and then uploaded the video, waiting patiently through all the different processes. I was tempted to check my emails and chat with friends, but I knew that Mistress would be by soon and I was not allowed to chat online until all my other duties were completed.

Sure enough, within moments of my contemplation, Mistress showed up and clipped a leash to my collar. “Time to go, Slave. We’ve planned something special for you today.” She led me down the hall to the play area. I was made to stand up and She helped me out of my rubber suit. I felt strange without it on. I almost felt adrift, ungrounded. I stood there shivering and Master walked in. The moment He grabbed my leash I dropped to my knees, my eyes down. “We are going on a field trip, Slave.” With that statement, He pulled me along and towards the door. I followed as quickly as I could on my hands and knees. I was petrified that He was going to lead me outside, naked and crawling. To my relief He pulled me to my feet in the doorway and Mistress wrapped a short leather mini skirt around my hips and then pulled a tight white tank top over my head. The tank top barely covered my breasts and left my midriff bared. Master pointed at a pair of black biker boots that were sitting by the door and I now realized they were too large for Mistress, they were more my size. I stepped into the boots and immediately, Mistress shoved Her thigh hard against my cunt. I gratefully ground my pussy into Her thigh, hoping that I would get the relief I craved. I gasped when Master grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to within inches of His. “You will be on display today, Slave. I don’t want to be disappointed.” I nodded and He let go of my hair. Mistress was now fondling my breasts as well and I pressed my chest closer to Her.

"Enough" I heard Master's voice thunder out and my eyes flew open in time to see Him yank Mistress off me by the collar She wore. I watched as She dropped to Her knees, crying out "Yes Sir, thank you Sir!" and licking His boots in a plea for forgiveness. I watched as Master smiled down at Her. I thoroughly enjoyed watching Master reprimand Mistress and have been secretly plotting a way to get Her in enough trouble that She would be confined for a time so Master would concentrate His attentions on me. I still hadn't completed my plans, but it was just a matter of time before I had something together that I thought would work. Master's voice jarred me out of my reverie; “Cuff her hands behind her back and grab a bag of toys. Lock up and meet us over there.” Mistress nodded and moved behind me, cuffing my hands behind my back and then disappearing back inside the recesses of the shop.

Master tugged on my leash and I followed Him across the parking lot. The sun was bright and it had been a long time since I had been outside. It took my eyes a few moments to adjust to the brightness and once they did I could make out the one lone building that occupied the highway opposite the shop. It looked to be a seedy little bar and I hoped that Master was leading me to the vehicle parked in the shop's lot. My heart flopped in my chest as He led me past the vehicle and up to the edge of the highway. I glanced up and down the road, relieved to see very few cars. I felt naked despite the skirt and top. I averted my face as one car drove by. Another car approached and I heard it slow down. My face flamed red as I heard men laughing and hooting at me. I scooted as close up behind Master as I could, drawing strength from His presence. I was nervous and excited about what He had planned for the evening.

[Mastrovenice]

I pulled Steel along behind me, like a naughty pet. She walked quickly to keep up and tried to hide behind me as cars passed by. A few slowed to look at her, their drivers or passengers pointing, smiling, jeering. She was a gorgeous sight: short leather skirt and tight tee shirt and boots, collared, leashed and cuffed. Her beautiful hair and tight body a feast for the eyes and certain to make any man’s cock twitch just a bit. I was proud of my property and Dani had taken great care to train Steel as I had trained her. The vigorous use we put her through had toned her muscles, and Dani’s strict diet kept her in super-model shape.

We crossed the gravel parking lot, past a line of motorcycles and trucks, a few hot rods and beaters and the occasional Caddy. The place looked like it was filling up for the afternoon happy hour. A banner hung across one side of the building read: “Exotic Dancers – No Cover!” I smiled, recalling the last time I had been inside. The ‘exotic’ dancer that day had been forty pounds overweight with track marks crawling up the inside of her arm. Not that the biker and redneck clientele cared much. I recall her eagerly going down on a line of guys in the back hall near the bathroom, and politely declined a freebie from her as she drunkenly threw her arms around me at the bar.

I opened the door and stepped into the darkened space, the sounds of country music and the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke enveloping us. Steel glanced around nervously as we entered then quickly looked to the floor as heads turned and eyes focused on us. She was nervous and embarrassed to be seen in public dressed and cuffed as she was. Steel imagined the music stopped, like some cheesy Western film, when we crossed the threshold. Catcalls rang out and a few guys stood up to get a better look at her flesh. Steel’s cheeks turned a bright red. She had always been terrified of being singled out in a crowd, and she hoped this would turn out to be just a quick stop for a beer.

The group inside was straight from central casting: Overweight biker dudes in jeans and leather vests, a few with their old ladies dutifully camping beside them. A few grimy meth heads, most likely here to sell or score, some dirt farmers escaping the hot afternoon sun, and a handful of businessmen in their inexpensive suits. An off-duty cop sat near the door drinking his free beer and pumping quarters into a poker game. I eyed them all as I pulled Steel past and went to an open space at the bar where two stools were vacant. Sitting down, I hailed the bartender a hot MILFy blonde named Tracy, dressed in short shorts and a leather bustier and covered in tattoos. She knew me well and I was friendly with the owners, a nice couple who attended my ‘parties’ on occasion.

Steel knew better than to sit, so she stood behind me, eyes down, trying her hardest to become invisible. She shuffled a bit, moving in closer to me as a few man adjusted their stools to get a better view of her. One man came and stood uncomfortably close behind her. “That your girl?” Tracy said as she set a cold one down on the bar. “Can I get her anything?” “Water’s fine” I said, and Tracy scurried off to fetch a cold plastic bottle from the cooler. I turned to steel and studied her. “On your knees, slut” I barked. Steel cringed at the order but obeyed instantly, kneeling on the filthy floor behind me. I tied her leash to my barstool and grabbed her by her hair, turning her face up. “Open your mouth slut, and keep it open” I opened the water bottle and slowly poured the cool liquid into her open mouth. Steel drank but couldn’t keep up and soon had water streaming down her chin and soaking her white tee shirt, her nipples hardening underneath the wet cotton. I put the bottle back on the bar and turned away from her. A few more men crowded around, joking and laughing at her. The cell phone cameras came out. “That’s quite a trained slut you got there” Tracy said with a wink as she went about her business.

Just then the music blared and a cheap spotlight illuminated a stripper pole on a raised stage off to one side. Someone on a mic called out “Lets give a big hand to the wonderful and talented Britney!” The overweight stripper moved gracelessly out into the light, her cheap lingerie hiding nothing as she took position at the pole and started bumping and grinding. Cheers went up, and applause.

Steel snuck a glance across the room at the stage, her mouth still open. She could feel the edge of her skirt riding high on her ass, and the wet shirt clinging to her breasts. I reached around and clenched my hand her hair, and brought her head to my knees. I pulled a wide, black rubber plug from my pocket and pushed it into her open mouth and kissed her forehead. The show had begun.

[steelish]

To my dismay, several more cars passed us before we made it across the road and into the gravel parking lot of the bar. I hid behind Master as best I could but still did not escape the jeers and taunts of a couple of the drivers and their passengers. I breathed a sigh of relief as we made our way past the vehicles parked outside the bar. The vehicles ranged from cars and trucks that looked ready for the junkyard to shiny new cadillacs and expensive looking muscle cars.

He opened the door of the bar and led me into the room. I wrinkled my nose as the smell of the place hit me. It smelled of a wet ashtray, stale cigarette smoke and stale beer. I even caught a faint whiff of piss. My heart thumped hard in my chest as I scanned the room. Barstools swiveled and men straightened up from their pool games to turn their attention towards us. There were several wolf whistles directed our way and I quickly dropped my gaze to the floor, my mind playing the "if I don't see them, they're not there" game with me. My face was red, I know, because I could feel the heat in it. I hoped that Master only wanted to sit and sip a beer, then we would leave.

My quick glance about the room had told me everything I needed to know about the customers of this place. Bikers and their women, blue-collar workers stopping in after work with the occasional white-collar one thrown into the mix and some cowboy looking folks along with what appeared to be a police officer sitting at a poker machine. I followed closely behind Master as he walked the length of the bar and chose a space with two vacant stools. He sat in one and I stood behind His stool, knowing that the other empty one was NOT for me...it was likely being saved for my Mistress. I trembled as I stood behind him staring down at the floor. I felt the heat of a large body behind me and had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from squeaking out a protest against the stranger's presence. I trusted in Master to ensure my safety here and waited quietly behind him.

He seemed to know the bartender and my face burned as I heard her ask if I was "His girl". He gave the bartender a short nod and then asked for a water for me as His beer was being delivered. While the bartender went to get a water for me, He turned on His stool and gazed at me. Although my eyes were cast downwards, I knew He was looking at me, I could feel the heat of His gaze like a caress on my skin. I flinched at his sharp command, “On your knees, slut”. I dropped instantly, so conditioned now to follow His commands that it never occurs to me to disobey. I knelt on the floor, feeling the grime under my knees. While I watched, directly in front of my nose, He tied my leash to His barstool. I felt His hand grab a fistful of my hair and then He was angling my head back. “Open your mouth slut, and keep it open” He said and I immediately opened my mouth and waited. I watched as He opened the bottle of water and then He poured some into my open mouth. I swallowed as best I could while holding my mouth open, but couldn't keep up with the flow of water. I felt it splash over my chin and soak the tank top I wore. The chill of the water instantly hardened my nipples and I shivered. In my peripheral vision I could see several men crowding around and taking pictures with their cell phones.

I closed my eyes when I heard the bartender tell Master that He had "quite a trained slut there". My mouth stayed open while I knelt there on the filthy floor. The skin on my knees had started to hurt a bit. I felt like I was kneeling on bits of dirt, some old cigarette butts, dried leaves and God knows what else that had been tracked into the bar. I jumped slightly when music blared out and a voice came over the speakers announcing "the wonderful and talented Britney!" I half-closed my eyes to hide my gaze and sneaked a glance across the room to see a stage with a spotlighted stripper pole. An overweight woman stumbled out and leaned against the pole to start her "tease" dance. I felt bad for her. Her lingerie was ill-fitting and she had a vacant look in her eyes. She obviously had traveled a rough road in life.

My breath caught in my throat when I felt Master's hand grip my hair once again. I quickly closed my eyes so that He could not see that I had been watching the stripper. He pulled my head to His knees and I thrilled to feel my cheek press against Him. My eyes flew open when I felt something large and rubber enter my mouth. I watched His face descend towards mine and He kissed my forehead and smiled. My heart thumped painfully in my chest. It had been a long time since I felt His lips against my skin and I wanted to do whatever I could to give Him cause to kiss my forehead again. Hell, my forehead, my shoulder, my arm, my thigh! Wherever, whatever He wanted to kiss was fine by me!

[Mastrovenice]

I pressed the black rubber plug into Steel’s mouth and sat back up on my stool. I could sense her eyes following me, wondering how this was all going to play out. Filling her mouth so publicly was a signal from me that this was only beginning. She would be used completely, exposed completely. Humiliated and debased in public. She had gotten comfortable in the confines of my business and home. It was time to move her into a different realm, push her service to Dani and me to a new level, bringing Steel down deeper into her submission and slavery.

“That’s one sexy bitch you got there, brother” the big guy standing behind Steel said. “Where can I get one?” The small but growing crowd around us laughed at his comment. I turned my back to the bar to address him. “Why thank you. She’s really one-of-a-kind. Let me show you what she’s good for” I pulled the leash off the stool and roughly brought Steel to a standing pose. I pushed her head down on the bar so she was bent over, ass out, the plug forced deeper into her mouth as it settled on the messy bar-top. I pushed up her mini-skirt exposing her ass and pulled her cheeks wide, letting everyone see her. Steels asshole and pussy were visible between her thighs and I kicked her feet apart to spread her legs wider. The group around us, about ten guys now, whistled and jeered.

I grabbed a half-empty beer bottle from the bar and pressed it up against her asshole. Steel’s eyes widened in shock at the sensation of the cold glass up against her. She moaned a bit around the plug, watching as a pool of spit slowly formed around its base. I pressed a hand onto her back. “Show us how you like to fuck, my filthy little anal-whore. Fuck your ass onto this or I’ll push it up there myself” Steel quickly calculated that the first option was better than the second and started to press back against the bottle in my hand. I spit into her crack to provide a bit of lube. I turned to the men and said “Go ahead guys, add your own” Soon they were all spitting on Steel, across her ass and into her crack, some even hitting her thighs.

The feel of their warm spit hitting her, and even more, the knowledge of what they were doing fueled an arousal in Steel she hadn’t anticipated. The bottle at the edge of her asshole was now her Master’s cock, its glass surrogate, and having it inside her ass-cunt was now imperative to pleasing me. Steel moaned with humiliation and pleasure as she fucked her hips back onto the bottle, its smooth long neck disappearing into her beautiful hole. I pressed her head down onto the bar with my other hand, forcing the plug deeper into her mouth, gagging her. She writhed and struggled for air, arms cuffed behind her back, her thighs trembling as she pressed deeper onto the bottle, until she encountered the wider portion below the neck.

“Here, take it. Fuck her with it.” I commanded. Rough hands replaced mine on the bottle and the big guy stepped up to the plate, grinning. “Right on man!” He started in. Steel’s eyes widened as the felt the bottle move in and out, her pain turning to pleasure quickly. I lifted her head up off the bar by her hair. The plug remained on the bar, poking up obscenely, covered with her drool. I spit on her again, this time on her face. Steel responded with a louder moan, and jammed her ass down harder on the bottle, her cunt clenching, her arousal growing stronger.

[steelish]

After kissing my forehead He pressed again on the end of the plug and then straightened up on His barstool. I watched Him warily, wondering what He had planned for the evening. I was now fairly certain He had brought me in here for more than just to grab a quick beer and put me on a quiet display. The tension was palpable as I knelt there, my mind racing with scenarios, none of which particularly appealed to me. Biting back a groan, I belatedly remembered Him telling Mistress to grab the toys and meet us here. What grounded me and kept me calm, was the knowledge that both Master and Mistress would not allow true physical harm to befall me. Erotic pain, yes…physical and lasting harm, no. The other thing that fueled my desire to submit, to please Him, was the look of pride I saw shining in His eyes as He looked down at me.

“That’s one sexy bitch you got there, brother” I heard a voice say from directly behind me. “Where can I get one?” The knot of men gathered around us all chuckled and I shivered slightly and lowered my eyes. I sensed Master swiveling around in His barstool to address the stranger. My heart skipped a beat when He said, “Why thank you. She’s really one-of-a-kind. Let me show you what she’s good for” and roughly pulled me up by the leash until I was standing. To my dismay, He shoved my face into the bartop, causing the plug to burrow into my mouth and my nose press firmly against the sticky bar. I could smell the sour, stale smell of old beer as Master lifted the back edge of my skirt, showing the men my naked ass and pussy. I bit down on the gag as He pulled my ass cheeks widely apart and then roughly nudged my feet further apart by kicking at my ankles. The knot of men were now pressed so tightly around us I almost felt claustrophobic. I focused my attention on Master and let the presence of the others fade in my mind, like static during a song.

Suddenly, I felt something cold and hard press against my asshole. My eyes widened in alarm and I moaned despite my embarrassment. I felt His warm hand pressing firmly into my upper back, right between my shoulder blades. “Show us how you like to fuck, my filthy little anal-whore. Fuck your ass onto this or I’ll push it up there myself.” I knew that if I left it up to Him to do it, the penetration would be much more painful and humiliating than it already was. I pressed my ass backwards onto the object and bit down on the plug as I felt Master’s hot saliva hit the crack of my ass and drip down, helping to lubricate it. “Go ahead guys, add your own” He said, and within moments, I felt the spittle of a dozen men landing on my ass. I felt like Alice in Wonderland going down the rabbit hole. Everything was Master….Master was everything. His pleasure was my pleasure. The realization that I was pleasing Him with my actions sparked an arousal within me and I moaned, my face pink with embarrassment as I pressed back firmly and rolled my hips.

Master’s hand moved up my body until He was pressing firmly on the back of my head. The plug was now pressed so deep in my mouth that I couldn’t breathe. I gagged and my eyes watered as my body demanded that I draw air into my lungs. I struggled and twisted my hips, pushing as far back as I could reach, hoping that Master would be pleased and allow me some air.

“Here, take it. Fuck her with it.” I heard Him say and the object twisted inside me as it exchanged hands. “Right on man!” I heard a stranger’s voice say and then then it was moving within me. Any pain I had been feeling quickly bloomed into pleasure and as Master yanked my head up by the hair and spit on my face, I moaned loudly. My hips danced against the pressure and I could feel the telltale tingle of an orgasm beginning to build within me.

[Mastrovenice]

The off-duty cop at the door peeped out the eyepiece into the parking lot. Satisfied, he clicked the lock closed. His job was to protect the place, and what was happening to Steel over at the bar would be definitely considered Obscene by Community Standards. He looked back over to her bent over, half-naked, getting butt-fucked by a bottle and loving it. He shook his head and pulled on his cigarette and looked out the peephole again.

I saw him lock the door and felt a little more at ease. I wanted to fully use Steel here and didn’t want any ‘official’ objections. Steel was oblivious as she started to grind harder, her face dripping spit, and now raining hot globs across her ass. She could feel it dripping down the backs of her legs into her boots. She looked at me and started to beg.

“Please, oh Please sir this slut needs to cum…”
“mmmmnnmnmnmmm…nngggggggg”
“ PLEASE OH please…..””

The guys started cheering her, as she humped the bottle as harshly as she dared. I liked hearing her beg, and wanted to hear some more. She knew this. I was very unlikely to let her cum anytime soon. However, the guys didn’t know that and thought she was going to blow. “Slap her ass!” I shouted above the grinding striptease music.

A withered guy in a cowboy hat a took out his leather work gloves and smiled at me, just waiting for the invitation. He gave her one warm up smack and began in on her, grinning ear-to-ear and spanking her like he did his kids back in the day. Steel jerked almost off the bottle but it followed her as a guy rammed it in place. More hands began reaching out and slapping her, different places and different velocity. She squirmed and cried out “May I cum please!? Owwwwwww.”

Steel was making a lot of noise and the crowd around her was getting bigger as she became more vocal with her begging. She was very aroused and it riveted the men. I jumped over to the other side of the bar and held her head up by her hair and looked into her eyes. She pleaded with every muscle in her face for my permission… but it was softer now, almost a song in its repetition. Whenever a strong hit would sting her ass she would cry out “Thank You Master….” And continue on in her pleading, nursing her arousal, trying to keep it damped down from the edge.

Suddenly there was a pushing and shoving at the fringes of the crowd and an angry shrill voice started to cut through the loud music. Some men pushed back, and there was a general round of ‘Fuck You!” “Well fuck you too!” as Britney The Stripper made her way to see what was stealing her customers away. Not what but who: a gorgeous girl getting reamed and putting on a damn good show. “Hey what the fuck is going on here? This is my hour, Stan said!! Where is that goddamn prick… What the fuck is THIS Mister?!! She stared at me at Steels head behind the bar, mistaking me for someone who worked there. “She’s your warm up, Britney… She’s here to help you” I said. By then guys had started to stuff money beneath the hem of Steel’s raised skirt. 10’s and 20’s were visible. Britney was enraged and threw a hissy. “Goddamn SLUT…Get the FUCK Out of the way let me at her you fucking PRICKS!”

I told someone to pull out the bottle and it fell to the floor at Steel’s feet. Twisting her head around, I guided her, turning her over pulling her back up against the bar, exposing her chest but the skirt falling down to cover her bare cunt. Britney was upon her, cat-fighting bitch slapping her and spitting in her face, pulling at her hair, calling her every name in the book. Steel could only take it as her arms were still cuffed behind her and she winced at each slap. Britney ripped open her tee-shirt with a violent tug and sloppily ripped it off her, her breasts falling out, exposed. The crowd went wild, cheering and egging her on.

Steel had stopped begging a while ago and I wanted to take control of the situation. I grabbed Britney by her cheap polyester lingerie and pulled her to the bar with considerable force. She was bent over the bar looking at me, suddenly afraid. A voice shouted from beside me. “Keep your stinking paws off her you damn dirty ape!” Dani’s voice sent a quiver down both Britney and Steel’s spines. Her hand replaced mine on the stripper’s shoulder.

[steelish]

Master's spit slid down my face and dripped onto the bar. I could feel the track it left behind as the air cooled it. My ass had similar trails of spittle from all the men, I could feel them running down the backs of my thighs.

Master's eyes held a glint of pleasure that spiked my arousal. I looked at Him and began to beg:

“Please, oh Please Sir this slut needs to cum…”
“mmmmnnmnmnmmm…nngggggggg”
“ PLEASE OH please…..””

I could hear the cheers and ground my hips as hard as I dared. I continued to beg, knowing that Master loved hearing it. Over my time with Him and Mistress, I had learned to start begging before I reached the edge of orgasm. I knew that they were unlikely to allow me to cum, and by starting to beg a bit early I was able to nurse my heightened arousal, keeping myself hovering just below the edge. It was heady and delicious, and I was anxious to reach that plateau right now.

I was concentrating so hard on reaching that particular point of pleasure/pain, that I barely heard Master's shouted command for someone to "Slap her ass!".

I felt a gentle slap and almost groaned in frustration. Then, to my surprise and delight, the slaps turned hard and stinging, making me surge forward, startled. Suddenly there were many hands slapping me - so many it was hard to focus on any one thing in particular. The sensations were overwhelming me and I began to panic, worried that I was going to cum without permission.

Master jumped up and slid over the top of the bar to the other side. He then pulled my head up by the hair and looked into my eyes. This was what I needed to help maintain focus. His face was inches from my own, and I was able to concentrate on Him, begging...pleading for permission to cum. The slaps continued to rain down on my ass, some of them stinging and making me cry out, some of them were almost a caress. I took a different tone with my begging, almost crooning a pleading song to Master.

"Please Sir, allow this slut to cum..."
"May this slut cum for you..."
"Will you please allow Your slut cum?"

I was looking directly into His eyes; my own eyes were soft with desire, half closed, my lips parted with my tongue peeking out to wet them. I desperately wanted to cum for Him, and tried to show Him that with every fiber of my being. It wasn't simply that I was aroused by the sensations, It was the heady feeling of being within His power. He had physically captured me in the beginning, but now He had captured my soul. Although He might not have been aware of it, I had given myself over to Him the moment He lifted my head up by the hair and stared into my eyes. Up to that point, I had followed His commands because I feared them both. After a time I realized I enjoyed what He and Mistress were doing with me. I loved the scenes, loved the parties. Now it was because I wanted Him to feel pleasure. I wanted to feed Him my pleasure and have Him make it His pleasure. At this point, I felt truly His in a way I never had before. I was His vessel, a channel for His own pleasure. The knowledge that He was also controlling a room full of men simply added to my arousal.

I slowly became aware of shouting, and when Master broke eye contact with me I listened to the yelling and realized a woman was angry about something. The hands had stopped slapping me as the yelling woman fought her way through the crowd and stood in the fringes. The men were now quiet, waiting to see what would happen. She yelled again; “Hey what the fuck is going on here? This is my hour, Stan said!! Where is that goddamn prick… What the fuck is THIS Mister?!!" I saw Master straighten up behind the bar and heard him calmly speak; “She’s your warm up, Britney… She’s here to help you”. Master still held my head by the hair but the stripper's anger had tamped down my arousal.

Her shrill voice rang out again; “Goddamn SLUT…Get the FUCK Out of the way let me at her you fucking PRICKS!”

Suddenly, the object was pulled from my ass and I realized as it hit the floor at my feet that it was a bottle. Master twisted me around by the hair until my back was to the bar. I felt my skirt fall down to cover my pussy and breathed a sigh of relief. I saw the rage on the Brittney's face and realized she was the stripper I had seen earlier and she was angry with ME. Master had me pulled up firmly against the edge of the bar and my cuffed hands were trapped against my ass. The enraged stripper ran forward and attacked me, dowsing my arousal like ice water on a fire. I was shocked. Shocked at the ferocity of the attack. Shocked that Master was allowing it to happen. The woman slapped, scratched and spit on me and I could do nothing to defend myself. When she ripped my shirt off me I started to worry that Master would allow her to continue until she harmed me. The men began to cheer again the moment my breasts were exposed.

I began to feel anger towards her, wanting to be free so I could return the favor with a roundhouse to her jaw. I began to raise my foot to kick out at her and was startled to see her hauled sideways. I realized Master had grabbed her and yanked her against the bar. My relief was palpable. I realized that He was not about to allow her to harm me and I wanted to thank Him.

I opened my mouth to do just that and before I could say anything, I heard the very angry voice of my Mistress; “Keep your stinking paws off her you damn dirty ape!” A frisson of fear went down my spine at the anger I heard in Mistress' voice.