Bondage model to bondage slut.
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Part Three
Johnny called me back to centre stage. "Ok, now we move onto the hogtie." For
this you'll need to loose the dress. I started to lift the hem. "No not like
that. I'll be cutting it off in a moment. That's part of the enjoyment for our
viewers, watching you loose your clothes whilst you're unable to prevent it. So
let's get started." He turned me around so that my back was to the viewing area,
which had now gained several chairs and some additional people. He placed my
hands palm to palm, and proceeded to tie my wrists, then my elbows using the
same piece of rope which he looped over each shoulder then tied off behind
between my shoulder blades with a cinch pulling the shoulder ropes together so
that they would not slip. I was then assisted in climbing up on a solid wooden
table that had been brought to centre stage. Johnny laid me down so that I was
lying on my front. The table was not quite long enough to take my whole body.
It ended at my knees, but that soon proved to be just what Johnny wanted. He
tied my ankles together, then bent my legs and tied my ankles to my wrists.
"This is a simple hogtie," he informed me. You will find yourself in a number
of varieties of this tie, but this, in its simplicity, is the base." He
stepped back to allow Tex and Katrina to get some close ups of the bondage. It
was strange to be lying on a table. I had been bent over our kitchen table,
whilst Sam had taken me from behind, I rather licked it, but this was the first
time I had actually lain down on a table. I began to think that I must make a
very interesting ornament When they were finished with the lose ups, Johnny
returned with a pair of scissors in his hand. "Now its time to lose the
dress." Tom came over and assisted Johnny to turn me on my side so that I was
now facing the front. Johnny slowly cut down the centre front of my dress from
top to bottom. The lower part of my dress slipped down to rest on the table.
Johnny lifted the upper part and draped it down over my back. Again he stepped
back to allow Katrina and Tex to get good pictures of my front. I could see on
the video screen that Tex was panning up and down my body, giving the viewers a
good view of my underwear. With my arms pulled tight behind my back, my firm
breasts pushed out nicely in front of my body with no sign of sideways droop. I
was pleased that my regular exercise routine was showing such good results. My
garter belt framed my panties making, I was sure, a sexy picture. Tex lingered
on my panties, which were wet from my the residue of my climax and which had
conformed to the shape of my cunt, which could clearly be seen through the now
transparent material. When the photographers stepped back again, Johnny stepped
forward with the piece of soft leather, which he had used at the interview. I
knew he was going to be tying it around the base of my breasts and that they
would again be hard and sensitive. Johnny reached into the cups of my bra and
lifted my breasts out into the open, and proceeded to do just as I had expected.
Soon my breasts were hard balls of tight flesh, with my nipples sticking out
hard in front. Tom assisted Johnny in rolling me back onto my front. Now what
previously had been a fairly comfortable position now became something
different. Most of my body weight now seemed to be pressing down on my very
sensitive breasts. I groaned and tried to lift my front so that my weight didn't
all rest on my breasts. It hurt. And I had to do something about it.
I was able to lift my upper torso just enough to relieve the pressure by pulling
against my ankles. The hogtie was quite helpful, it allowed me to apply just
enough force. As well as lifting my upper torso, it also lifted my knees as my
whole body bowed to take the strain. But it was a strain that I doubted that I
could maintain.. I could feel it in my shoulders where the muscles were doing
most of the work. Now my whole weight was pressing my belly into the table. That
was uncomfortable, but not painful. Johnny had stepped back and again the
audience was getting great video of my straining muscles and the concentrated
look on my face. I held the position for a little while but eventually had to
relax. Again my weight rested on my breasts. Slowly the pain grew until I knew
I would have to try again. So again I strained my body into a bow to lift my
breasts up off the table.
Johnny came back to the table. "Would you like me to help you?" he asked.
"Yes. Please do something. My tits hurt like this."
Johnny started to gather my hair in his hands. "How can that help?" I asked.
"Wait and see." I waited as he put my hair into a ponytail just as he had done
when I was tied into the chair. He the proceeded to pull my head back and tied
my hair into my ankle bondage. Now my body upper body was lifted off the table,
relieving some of the pressure on my chest, but now I had two other areas that
hurt. The first was obvious, my hair was pulling painfully against my scalp.
The second was not so obvious. The bending back of my head put pressure on my
throat. The muscles in my neck were pulled tight against their normal position.
I could feel pain beginning to build in the back of my neck and in my stretched
throat. I had exchanged one centre of pain for three!!!
I began to complain. That didn't last for long. Johnny produced a new gag. It
was a mettle ring, which he forced into my mouth behind my teeth and secured
there with a strap that went behind my head.
"Our clients don't want to hear your complaints. But the do like to hear your
groans. This will give them the best of both worlds." It might give them the
best of both worlds, but it didn't do much for me. I found I had another pain
centre. With my mouth forced open beyond its normal position, the muscles in my
jaw soon began to protest. In addition the ring pressed into the top and bottom
of my mouth. So I now had six areas of pain. I began to wish I had settled for
the first. Having thought again about my breasts I realised that they too were
aching. Although they were no longer as painful as when my whole weight lay on
them, the tight bindings were still having an effect and a dull throb began to
build up. The bondage was making me very conscious of various parts of my body.
It reminded me some what of straining against the pain thresh hold in my
exercises. Now that I had a point of reference, I found that I could, if not
suppress, at least endure, the various pains. I began to feel myself rising to
the challenge of subjecting the pain to the control of my mind, so that I could
come through it to the other side of the pain barrier.
So I endured.
I opened my eyes, which I had closed whilst I came to terms with what was
happening. I could see myself on the monitor. I smiled inwardly. I thought to
myself, "I can do this. With practise it will become just another exercise."
And so I started on this new road in my life.
Johnny, astute as I was to realise that he was, saw the change in me. He
smiled, a knowing smile. He knew that now he had me, and he would enjoy pushing
my boundaries. He approached me with a pole similar to the one I had seen him
use on Candy. He brought the end of the dildo to my mouth and pushed it in
through the ring gag. He turned the dildo around in my mouth until its end was
glistening from the saliva that had built up and which I had been unable to
swallow. I gagged slightly as the dildo touched the back of my throat.
Although I had given head on many occasions, I had never taken any of the
various cocks right into my mouth. I realised that in this position, with my
head back, my throat was a straight line and it would be possible for Johnny to
push the dildo right in. But he didn't. He removed it from my mouth and went
down behind me. I felt him push aside the crotch of my panties, and the dildo
began to invade my body. It was thicker than any cock I had taken, and longer.
I could feel it spreading me. Johnny pushed it into its hilt and I could feel
it against my cervix. Slowly he moved it in and out of me. I could see from the
video monitor that Tex was concentrating his camera on the action. This public
dildo fucking was being videoed by a man who would have been only just entering
puberty when I lost my virginity!! And it was being watched by more men than
had even seem me in my bikini. Now I was not only half-naked, I was painfully
tied up and in no position to stop this violation, even if I had wanted to.
Before when I had been fucked, I had always had the veto, I could have stopped
it. Now I had absolutely no control. I could not even protest. It was all
completely out of my control. I was truly the sex object that the feminists
were forever going on about. Some how that idea added to my excitement. Maybe
I was a secret submissive. Maybe all these years I had just wanted to be
somebody's slave. The idea intrigued me.
Although the plunging of the dildo in my cunt was very pleasant, it didn't
increase my arousal. It kept me boiling nicely but I was not going to get a
climax form this. My slightly bent position form the hogtie lifted my clit up of
the table, so there was no friction there. This was all for the audience.
After a while Johnny removed the dildo from my cunt and brought it around to my
front and again I found myself with its rubber length filling my mouth. This
time I discovered that there was a new taste on the dildo. It was almost
overpowered by the taste of rubber, but it was there and identifiable. I guessed
that it must be from my own body. My own sexual juices. I found that I tasted
differently to the men I had taken into my mouth. I had gone down on a woman,
so I didn't know if all women tasted like me, but I supposed that they must do.
Always before, my own taste had been mixed in with that of the man if I sucked
him off after he had fucked me. Now because this was a dildo, I was only
tasting myself.
Johnny returned to the other end of the table, and I felt the head of the dildo
pressing against my ass. I had never taken anything in there but my finger. I
hoped that he wasn't going to put it in me now. I didn't feel ready for that
yet. Sensing this Johnny only teased me. I watched the video screen as he
moved it around first pressing it slightly into my anal pucker, then sliding
down my crease to my cunt, where he rubbed it up and down between my cunt lips
without penetrating then up again to my ass. He did this a number of times
before pushing it right into me. When it was fully in me, he left it there,
resting the end of the rod on the back of the chair that had been placed in
position for him. I was then left to "enjoy" my experience.
For the next fifteen minutes or so, the camera watched first me, then Candy,
then Claire, then back to me. I saw all three of us from many angles, sometime
from a distance when all of us were in shot, sometimes close up one of but
showing the whole person and her predicament, sometimes close up to our genital
area to show our various situations. I realised on one of these that Candy's
dildo had been moved from her cunt into her ass! Whenever Claire was in shot it
was obvious that she was in a state of almost constant climax. I really had to
try out the butterfly vibrator. Whenever I was I shot, I tried to move around
as much as the ropes would allow me. There were people out there paying to
watch me. I didn't think they wanted to just see a slab of meat, they wanted to
see me. So I pulled against the ropes, first this way and then another, flexing
my body as much as I was able, wriggling so that the pole attached to the dildo
in my cunt waggled. I was becoming an exhibitionist. I wanted to give these
guys a thrill, get them horny, and maybe even get them to cum in front of their
computers. If I could do that, then my discomfort and pain was achieving
something.
At the end of this time, Johnny came over to me and removed my gag.
"The viewers have a few questions for you. Please answer in full sentences as
before. Do you understand?"
"I understand that I will be asked some questions and that I am to answer in
complete sentences."
"Are you enjoying being tied up?"
"Yes, I am enjoying being tied up for your pleasure."
Johnny smiled at my addition to the expected answer.
"How do your tits feel?"
"My tits are very sensitive and they hurt when I lie on them. This position
helps a lot."
"How do you like the dildo in your cunt?"
"The dildo in my cunt is nice, but it would be even nicer if it was a real cock
with a man attached to the end rather than a piece of wood."
Johnny smiled. "There are a lot of guys out there that would like to take its
place. "
Johnny looked down at his list of questions. "We see that you have a belly
piecing. Have you considered other piercings?"
"I have considered having my nipples pierced, but I haven't got around to it
yet."
"We have noticed your tattoo. Are you considering having more tattoos?"
"No. I had this one done when I was a teenager. Me and my sister had them done
at the same time."
Johnny looked up from his sheet of paper. "Does your sister live locally?"
"My sister moved into the big city, but we get together every other weekend."
Johnny turned to his list. "One more, have you every been suspended?"
"I have never been suspended."
"Well that will soon no longer be true. You have 15 minutes rest break; the
you'll be giving it a try."
The camera moved away from me to Candy. Tom came over to release me.
End of part three.
