February 1, 2009

This morning began just like every other morning. i woke up at 6 am and began my daily ritual of quickly showering, getting myself presentable, making breakfast and serving You in bed. I knelt quietly beside Your bed in my “in house attire.” (When i am home alone with my Master i am completely naked wearing only my two black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a thick black leather collar. All are locked in place with heavy padlocks and Master keeps the keys on His key ring along with His house and car keys. This is to remind me that i too am His property just as is His car and His house.) As You finished Your breakfast, You leaned over to kiss my forehead. You reminded me that You were excited about the Super Bowl party You planned for tonight. You said that W/we had a lot to do to get ready for O/our guest. (Master had invited five or six of His male friends over to watch the game with Him, and i was to serve the food and drinks.) Since i don’t share Your love for football, i didn’t share Your enthusiasm about the night’s upcoming events.

i ran the water for Your bath and then went to clean the dishes. When i returned, You were just about to step out of the tub. i dried Your body while You continued to talk about the things W/we needed to do. You kissed me passionately parting my lips with Your tongue, running Your fingers between my thighs and pausing on my clit. You stopped abruptly and wagged Your finger, wet with my juices, in front of my face and said, “No, no. you will not distract Me with your sweet, brown pussy today. W/we have a busy schedule ahead of U/us.” You pointed to a shopping bag sitting on the floor beside Your bed. “I got U/us something.” You followed me into the bedroom to watch me as i pulled two matching Steelers’ jerseys from the bag. Just as the ungrateful slave slut that i am, i began to complain.

“Master, please let me go out when Your friends arrive. i really hate football and i don’t think i can sit here all night while You and Your friends get drunk.”

The look on Your face was the same look that i have when You slap mine. Shock and disappointment washed over it, and Your cheeks glow red with fury. i should have known to stop there, but that was only the beginning of my whining and complaining.

You pulled Your favorite jeans of mine and a black and gold bra and panty set from my dresser drawers (my Master chooses my clothes that i wear everyday) and tell me to get dressed. i put those things on along with the new jersey and begin to tidy the house for guests. i spend the better part of the day preparing the food and snacks but i also constantly let You know that i am not happy with this task.

“i hate football, anyway.”

“i’m not having company, Master, You are.”

“Why can’t i just hang out with my friends?’

“Why can’t You just order pizza?”

“Why do i even need to be here?”

Finally, You had enough and couldn’t take my mouth anymore. You told me to strip and wait for you in the punishment room. (This room is where W/we keep most of O/our “equipment.” It used to be a garage, but Master had it closed off. There are no windows at all in the room. It has warm brown wall to wall carpeting and beige painted walls. Other than a large painting depicting a nude woman being whipped while tied to a cross, the room remains intentionally undecorated to give it a cold feeling. As you might have already guessed, this is my least favorite place in the house.) i know i’m in big trouble now. i immediately go into corner time, waiting for You to come in and administer my punishment.

It seemed like hours passed and my knees were aching from the carpet burns. i could hear Your friends beginning to arrive. When You did come into the room, i was expecting You to give me the usual spanking with Your belt and i was embarrassed because i knew that everyone would hear it. But that was not Your plan at all. You have secretly prepared for this moment because lately Your belt hadn’t been as effective in correcting my behavior.

Using the rings on my ankle and wrist cuffs, You tied me to the (asymmetrical) horse that You made for my birthday. (This allows my head to be low and my ass to be up high. The horse is lined with black vinyl covered padding along the base and where my knees rest, and is not too uncomfortable unless i am lying on it for long periods of time.) You pulled the steel medical tray in front of me so that i could see what ‘instruments’ You planned to use for my punishment. On the tray You placed two things: the large silicone buttplug that You have threatened to use on many occasions, that i fear won’t fit, and another item that i had never seen before. It was a steel plug with a hose and a funnel attached at the end of the hose.

My eyes instantly grew wide with fear and i knew what You were planning for me. Just as i began my verbally protests, You inserted the bright red ballgag in my mouth and left me in the room to ponder the situation. While You were away, i struggled to lift my head many times to look at Your instruments. My heart beat so fast i thought it would burst from my chest.

You got Your guests settled in and returned in about a half hour’s time. i begged You, through the gag, to forgive me by promising to be the best hostess i can be. i begged You for a severe beating with Your belt. But You told me it was way to late for that and i should have thought about that this morning before i pissed You off. You grabbed some lube and began working Your fingers in and around my asshole. My tears began to run down my face. i could feel my clit swelling while pressing against the base of the horse as i wiggled to allow Your finger easier access to my hole.

“you are such a fucking whore. you know that don’t you?” i could hear the smile on Your face as Your second finger slid in my ass and your thumb in my pussy. You played with me for a little longer and then pulled Your hand away.

“you know what’s coming next don’t you?” You asked as You brushed the cold steel at my tightly puckered hole. You began working the plug in and out of my ass, twisting it deeper and using more force with each thrust. i let out a soft moan through the gag, in pleasure and pain. Just as it became unbearable, i felt my hole relax and i knew that the steel plug was in place. i could feel You tug at the hose to make sure that the plug would not pop out.

You grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head to look at You and said, “you had better not push that out. Do you understand me?”

“Weeefff Maphfer.” i mumbled threw my gag.

With only a warning from the sound of Your zipper being lowered, You gave me my first punishment of the evening. You released Your bladder into the funnel. i felt Your hot piss flowing into my bowls and i gasped of pleasure. You laughed because You knew that as the night continued, my reaction would change. When You were finished You grabbed the silicone plug and covered it with lube. i shook my head ‘no’ and mumbled pleas for You not to use it. You ignored me and pressed it firmly and methodically against my hole. i tensed in a fleeting attempt to pull away. You put Your hand on the small of my back forcing my body and my pussy back onto the horse. i already had very little wiggle room, but under the power of Your hand, i had even less. Just before the monster plug fully settled in completely, i let out a loud yelp. You smiled and firmly smacked my ass.

You walked around to look at me again. While tenderly wiping the tears from my eyes You ask, “How does that fell, hmm? Does it hurt?”

“Weeefff Maphfer.”

“Good!” Your voice instant changed from loving to a stern growl. “So maybe the next time I ask you to do something for me, you’ll have a better attitude.”

With that, You covered my eyes with a sleeping mask to blindfold me. Then i felt You insert the small spongy ear plugs and place the headphones over my ears with the music loud enough that i wouldn’t be able to tell when You returned.

While You were away with Your guests, i tried to stretch my limbs and adjust my body. i felt parts of me begin to stiffen and fall asleep. Though i had no way of knowing for sure, i thought i sensed You in the room with me many times. i cried and even plead for release, repeatedly. Hours seemed to pass before You returned and touched my shoulder, i was glad my torment was over. Pulling off the headphones, You removed the ties and helped me to my feet. You freed my mouth from the gag and allowed me to relax my jaw, but You left the blindfold and earplugs in place. You placed a large plastic bowl in my hands and guided me to my knees. i instinctively knew what the bowl was for. With one hand on the side of my head, you aggressively press my face into the floor. With the other hand You reach behind me to maneuver the buttplug from my asshole. i felt myself struggling to control a scream as the plug was ripped from my body. i immediately search in the dark for the plastic bowl and position it beneath me to catch Your fluids and my waste exploding from my body. When You were sure that i had expelled everything, You push me back to my knees and clean me up with a wet cloth.

i waited on my knees until You gave me further instructions. However, i was surprised to feel the steel plug with the hose being pressed in at my backdoor yet again. This time, with little regard for discretion, i loudly protest.

“No Master, please,” i heard my self yell. But the steel plug slid in with little to no resistance. i reached out for You  and realized that at least one other person is in the room. One of You yanked my hair towards the floor while the other refastened the ballgag in my mouth. The one holding my hair forces my head into the carpet and sits on my face. i believed that person straddling my neck, with His ass on the side of my face, to be You since You have done that before when You thought that i was getting out of control. i could only struggle to breath and flail my arms around in that vulnerable position. i felt my belly fill with warm fluid again and was humiliated to know that someone other You was pissing in my ass. i then felt You switch places and You added Your piss as well. Again, the large silicone buttplug was pushed in place. At that point, i noticed that the blindfold was becoming soaked with my tears. You and Your guest led me to a chair. my arms were quickly tied behind me and my legs were spread apart and tied to the back legs of the chair. i know it was You who straddled the chair to sit on my bare lap, pinching and twisting my nipples. i sensed that it had to be half-time because You played with me so long before replacing the headphones over my ears and leaving me in complete darkness.

Each time i thought that i could feel Your presence in the room, i begged You for forgiveness.

By the end of the evening i was crying and writhing in pain. my belly cramped badly. i twisted and turned in the chair in attempts to push the plug, or at least Your fluid, out of my ass. When You finally untied me, removing the blindfold and earplugs, i was happy to hear that Your friends had all left. You slowly led me to the bathroom to release Your piss from my bowels. You allowed me to shower and clean myself up.

As i entered the bedroom, You were sitting on the end of the bed motioning for me to come to You. You brushed my hair from my shoulder and kissed my neck and said, “Tonight was very exciting for Me. My team won the Super Bowl. And do you know how I want to celebrate?” You leaned closer to me, pressed Your lips against my ear and whispered, “I want to give you what you’ve begged for all night.”

That’s when i noticed Your belt in Your right hand.

One day Sarah came into the bar and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was one of them, but she wouldn’t give in to it or to me.  But she kept coming back anyway.  Deliberately not sitting at the bar, trying to pick up other guys, but always looking back at me.  So tonight I got another bartender to cover, and I walked over to her.  I told the guy she was with that the bitch was mine and I grabbed her by the hair and took her to my van, threw her in the back and chloroformed her and took her home.

Now I sat in my chair looking at her, all tied up like that,  arms stretched up over her head wide apart, legs wide tied to the spikes in the floor.  Tits tied tightly, turning darker and darker as I watched.  As I sat there I thought I can do anything I want to her and my cock jumped.  She was whimpering terribly and I thought about gagging her, but I really wanted to hear her scream and no one could hear her anyway.  Yes now she was whimpering, but soon she would be screaming and I would be smiling.  I wanted to hurt her, hurt her bad.  She deserved it for snubbing me the way she did.  And as I sat there I looked at my table of implements wondering what to use first.

I rose and walked over to her.  First my hands, I needed to touch, to feel, so I felt her hardened tits so beautifully dark, I began to smack them hard first one, then the other then both together and I grabbed them and squeezed them and twisted them and dug my fingernails into them.  And I pulled my nails down make deep scratches even drawing blood and she began to scream making my cock jump.  Now I grabbed her nipples and brought my mouth to her ear, I bit it and whispered.  “this is who you are, what you are good for”  I dug my nails into those nipples “Tell me what you are” “Tell me what you want”  And I took out two heavy duty plastic gridded clamps (certainly not meant for nipples) and I snapped them onto her nipples and as she screamed out I yelled “tell me!”

She screamed “I am Your slave, I belong to you, I am a slut.  I want to belong to You, to suffer for You to please you in any way that You chose”  “Good” I said as I grabbed the clamps and twisted them harshly and she screamed.  Then I took out a flogger I had made just for her.  A 6 tailed cat to which I had secured little metal studs on the ends, 3 on each tail.  I showed it to her, told her to kiss it, to suck on the studs, feel their hardness in her mouth, feel their sharpness in her mouth, let them scratch the insides of her mouth and her tongue.  Then I smiled at her and asked her what I should do with it. She said I should whip her tits with it.  “Beg” I told her.  “Please Sir, Master, please whip my tits with the studded flogger, whip them hard again and again cover every inch of my titmeat, sorry Your titmeat, whip them till they bleed, then whip them more.  Please, Sir,

And I showed no mercy as I whipped them and my cock jumped as she screamed and her tits began to be covered in welts and scratches and deep cuts, so beautiful, her agony.  And I whipped the clamps off so I could aim right at her nipples, and she begged for more.  And I gave her more.  And my cock exploded as I watched the destruction of her tits and listened to her screams. I stopped.  I stopped and untied her and pushed her to the floor and told her to lick up my cum and let me hear how much she enjoyed it. And as she licked I picked up the flogger and kicked her legs apart and began working on her ass and cunt.  When the floor was clean, I pulled her head up by her hair and shoved my cock deep in her mouth thrusting hard way back down her throat, feeling her gag around it, every so often holding her nose so she couldn’t breathe at all until I came again right down her throat and kept her mouth filled with cock until it was all swallowed.  And I followed that by giving her a mouthful of piss to swallow.

I dragged her by the hair to her new cage.  Not big enough for her to stretch out or even to sit comfortably.  She had to curl up like a cat in order to fit.  I locked the cage. I asked her what she had to say.  She said” Thank You Master.” I asked what she wanted to do tomorrow.  She told me she wanted to suffer more for me that I should hurt and humiliate her even more than tonight.  That she loved me and that her body was mine and she only hoped that her suffering would bring me pleasure.  I smiled and told her each day would only bring me pleasure if I could take her further into pain and humiliation, more and more every day.  And she said that that’s what she wanted too.

I said good night, Oh and don’t you dare piss in that cage.  If you do I will have to clamp you up tomorrow night.  Sweet dreams.

her story

From the first time i came to the bar, i knew I’d be back.  There was something about that bartender.  Though i never went up to the bar, i couldn’t stop looking at Him and the way He treated some of the other girls who would go up to the bar. The first night i was there i watched as a very skimpily dressed girl went up to the bar and sat lifting her skirt so her bare ass was on the bar stool.  He served her a drink and smiled at her, and then she unbuttoned her blouse and sat there with her tits almost popping out.  He came back and reached across the bar and played with her tits, even grabbing her nipples it looked like He was squeezing and twisting, and she looked like she was stifling a scream.

Another time i saw a different girl reacting the same way, but when the bartender went on break she disappeared as well.  She came back a while later took the same seat with her skirt lifted, tits hanging our (very reddened in color) also the part of her ass that was visible was very red and her face was covered with what could only be cum.  And she just sat there.  When the bartender came back, He reached to grab her tits, she actually lifted them to him, He grabbed and twisted them and then spit on her face, she opened her mouth and He spit again right into it.  Then He gave her a glass full of a very yellow liquid.  i ambled over to order a drink and sat next to her and could easily smell what the liquid was.  i smiled at the bartender as i ordered my glass of wine, stayed long enough to watch the girl drink down the glass and then walked away with my wine.

The same girl came back the next day.  When she sat you could see several bruises on her ass and tits, once she sat made her tits totally hang out, and then sat them on the counter.  i couldn’t understand why no one said anything; the rest of the crowd just seemed to ignore it.  Ignored it when He smacked those tits after serving someone.  Ignored it when He picked up a smoldering cigarette that someone had left and put it out on her tit.  Ignored it when He handed her a whole lemon and told her to shove it up her ass and keep it there.  Ignored it when she told Him she loved Him and kissed Him passionately while He dug His fingernails into her tits.

I had no idea what i was thinking but it was obvious to me that i found this compelling.  i wanted to be her, but i didn’t understand why.  So i would keep coming back teasing myself up to that bar, eyeing the bartender, especially when there were no other girls, but then laughing and walking away when He said something to me.  But there was no doubt in my mind; i wanted what He was giving.  i kept flirting with the danger, but scared as i was i just kept ignoring His attentions.

Tonight that all changed, for He just came and took me, drugged me and threw me in the back of His van.  When i awoke i was tied up unable to move.  i was in agony, my tits were swollen from being tied, and scratched and bleeding and beaten.  The clamps on my nipples were biting hard and i remember screaming out that i was His, a slut to use as He pleased, His slut.  i remember begging Him to beat me with that wicked flogger, little balls at the end of the flogger tails torturing my tits, ripping off the wicked clamps so hard, i thought they took my nipples with them.  i remember He released me and pushed me to the floor to lick up the cum that had exploded from His cock while i screamed and as i did, He kept flogging me with my legs spread hitting my ass and cunt, crying screaming and devouring His cum. Then He pulled my Head up, and pushed His huge cock deep in my mouth using my Head to control it forcing down my throat, gagging around it hardly able to breath and Him cutting off my air supply totally at points, feeling His cum spurt into my throat, swallowing it, then my mouth filling with His piss, swallowing.  All the time letting Him know i was now His, and begging for the abuse that i deserved.

When He led me to the cage, i could hardly fit in.  i curled up like a cat and told Him something like: i was His and wanted to spend the next day and every day suffering in pain and humiliation for Him, that i loved Him and would do anything for Him.  He said He would make sure it was worse for me, better for Him every day.  Then He told me not to piss and walked away.

To be continued:

His Story:

The first thing I did the next morning was to go down the basement to the cage.  She was awake and whimpering.  I knew she was hurting, but also assumed she had to pee real bad.  There were a few drops on the floor telling me she was trying desperately to hold it in.  I laughed to myself thinking of the punishment I would bestow.  I reached in and grabbed her by the tit pulling her toward me, unleashed my cock and told her to drink, swallow, suck and swallow.  I also told her that meant swallowing every drop.  She really needed a lot of practice taking cock down her throat, so I had to use force to get my cock past that back part of her throat where her gagging felt so good, squeezing me, and the guttural screaming around my cock, oh how I loved it.  After she had swallowed all my cum, I gave her a bucket and told her she could piss.  Then I brought her upstairs naked and told her to make me breakfast.

I watched her as she made me eggs admiring the marks on her body.  I lit a cigarette and walked over to her, grabbed her around and shoved my cock up her tight ass.  “push back get it in all the way” I told her and she did, then I lifted the cigarette and as I started to pump her ass, I kept touching the lit cigarette against her body, anywhere, but mostly on her tits.  And as she jumped and writhed it made my cock feel so good and I exploded up her ass as I pushed the lit cigarette into her right nipple leaving it there until I was spent.  I told her she’d better keep all that cum tight in her ass until I allowed her to expel it.  I sat back down at the table and let her serve me telling her to feed me so I could continue to cause her pain as she did.

As she fed me, I slapped her tits, tummy, thighs and ass paying special attention to those burn spots.  She jumped and writhed and wriggled not only from the pain but also trying to hold that cum in her ass, like a cum enema.  She was losing the battle as I could see some of the cum begin to dribble from her ass.  Since all this was making me hard again anyway, I pushed her over the table and shoved my cock back up her ass again soon giving her another dose of cum.  I told her to hold it and her position and I went and got one of those huge butt plugs which I shoved up her ass to keep the cum inside her.  Then I pulled her up from the table and made her clean me off since it was covered in cum and shit.

Then I served her breakfast.  I took a dog bowl from the cabinet and filled it with dry oats, I pissed into the bowl and put it down on the floor.  “This is all you get to eat today my cunt so “enjoy.  I don’t allow my slaves any pleasures and that includes the taste of food. Eat it all, lick the bowl and thank me for the wonderful meal I allowed you.” She gagged and coughed, but eventually finished it all and thanked me properly.

I brought her back down to the basement, removed the butt plug and allowed her to expel into the bucket.  Only then did I unlock the bathroom in the basement and told her to clean out the bucket.  When she was done, I tied her hands together pulled them up over her head and attached them to a hook in the ceiling, and turned on the hose to clean her off, cold and hard.  I locked her back in the cage and told her I would be back later for more fun and for the punishment she needed for allowing a few drops of piss on the floor.

her Story

i wasn’t able to sleep, but just lied there whimpering.  Every part of my body hurt and i had to pee soooooo bad!  i had even let a few drops of pee escape.  But they were so small i hopedHewouldn’t notice.  He grabbed me by my tit, pulling me hard toward Him digging in to my already mauled meat, pulled out His cock and shoved it in my mouth and pissed, i had to keep swallowing which was hard being gagged with His cock and then when He finished peeing,He just kept it there and told me to suck and shoved it further back forcing it hard into my throat holding my head against His crotch and pumping, i could hardly get any air as He just kept going and i gagged around it until His cum began to fill my mouth trying hard to swallow and not to spill as it spurt into my throat.

When He was done and i had swallowed it all, He gave me a bucket and told me i could pee.  He watched intently with that smirky smile knowing how degrading it was to squat over the bucket and pee.  Then He grabbed me by the hair and led me upstairs and told me to make breakfast.

As i was preparing His eggs, He came up behind me with a cigarette in His hand and i felt His cock at the entrance to my asshole already hard Hejust forced it hard into my ass, telling me to push back into Him and get it in as far as it would go.  And as He did i felt the first kiss of the cigarette on my tit, i screamed and jumped and wriggled as He continued to touch the cigarette tip to my tits and anywhere He could.  i screamed and bucked with each touch and He pumped harder and harder and the cigarette burned me until He was ready and i could feel it getting ready to explode and He brought the cigarette right up against my nipple and crushed it into it as He came hard up my ass and i screamed and though i would pass out.  He told me to hold all that cum in my ass.

He then brought me back to the table and told me to feed Him as i stood there so that He could cause me pain as He ate.  And as i fed Him He slapped me all over but seemed to concentrate on all the spots that He had burned me.  wiggled and screamed and tried hard to hold the cum deposit in my ass, but i knew i was failing.  Suddenly He pushed me hard down over the table and shoved His cock up my ass again pounding me harder than even before,  It felt like He was splitting me apart until He shot into me again.  He told me I’d better hold it, but it was really hard, as if i had gotten an enema, but i struggled until He returned and shoved a big hard fat plug into my ass.   Then He pulled me from the table pushed me down to my knees with His dirty cock in front of my face and made me clean Him off.  The taste was disgusting, i didn’t mind the cum but the shit that had stuck to Him made me gag and want of vomit, but i somehow controlled it.

He dragged me by the hair over to the corner of the kitchen and took out a dog feeding bowl.  He also took a box of oatmeal and poured it into the bowl, then Heput it down on the floor and pissed in it.  He told me that was all i was getting to eat today, that i was a slave and didn’t deserve any pleasure including the taste of food, but that i had to eat whatever was given to me completely.  i couldn’t even stand the smell, let alone the taste, but i tried to eat, gagging and coughing, bits of oatmeal getting stuck in my throat, and cramping terribly from all the cum filling my bowels.  i struggled but eventually i was down to the bottom licking the bowl clean.  i looked up at Him, smiled and said “Thank You Master for giving me such a wonderful meal and allowing me to eat.”

Grabbing my hair again He led me down to the basement removed the plug and pushed me into the cage and told me to expel into the bucket which was a big relief.  He unlocked the bathroom door and told me to clean out the bucket.

Afterwards He tied my hands together and attached them to a hook in the ceiling, picked up a hose and began spraying me hard with cold water.  The spray was so hard it felt like needles were sticking into me all over. The burn spots coming alive again in pain.   He pulled my legs apart so He could make sure to get my cunt and asshole clean. He turned it off, took me down and locked me back up in the cage, told me he’d be back later, that He needed to punish me for allowing piss drops on the floor.  He left and i lied on the cold cement floor, cold, wet and shivering.  Thinking to myself this is who i am, what i was meant to be.

To be continued: