She arrived on the 5:40 train, clad in exactly the attire I had ordered
her to be in - a sheer blouse, extremely short miniskirt, high heels, and
nothing else. I looked her over with admiration. Her body has always pleased me.
She's about five foot seven, with long muscular legs, soft feminine curves in
all the right places, large tits with extremely sensitive nipples, and long
flowing brown hair. In addition, she's constantly aroused and thinking of sex. A
perfect combination. "Hello, Becky" "Hello, sir. May I be your slave this
weekend, please?" There were several people walking by at the time, and I could
see her cheeks flush in embarrassment. She tried to hide from the looks of
passerby by lowering her face, but I reached out and lifted her chin up. I held
out my hand. She reached into her purse and produced the collar that she must
wear while in my presence, and carry at all other times. I had her hold her hair
up while I put the collar on. With that ritual performed, I turned and headed
for my car. She followed behind. After we got in the car, I allowed her to speak
freely. "Sir, I just want you to know that I've been looking forward to this
weekend for quite some time. I've prepared myself, and, even though much of what
I'll be doing this weekend scares me, I'm as excited as I've ever been. Thank
you for helping me push through my barriers." "Are you ready to surrender
totally to me?" "Yes, Sir" "Do you need me to review the rules?" "Please do
that, Sir" I then proceeded to remind her of the things she has learned during
her training. She is always to call me "Sir". She is to be nude at all times
while in my presence, unless she is outside. When we are outside, she is to be
dressed how I tell her. She is always to wear her collar while in my presence,
and carry it at other times. There are some other items she must always carry: a
leash, two dildoes, a pair of nipple clamps with a chain between them, and a
pair of leather cuffs. She must follow all orders immediately. And, lastly,
while she is with me, she is completely my property, to do with as I please. I
continued, "For this weekend, Becky, I'm adding some other rules. They will
apply only for the duration of this weekend. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir"
"Starting now, you will address yourself as 'this cunt' to me, and as 'my
master's cunt' to any one else. When being punished, you will count out the
strokes you have been given, and ask for the remainder. Last, you will be
permanently marked as my slave during this weekend. There is a train leaving for
your home in ten minutes. You have until then to decide if you wish to accept.
If you leave now, I understand. If you stay, you will become my slave forever."
When I told her these things, I wasn't sure that she'd accept. I knew how much
she enjoys being my slave, but, slavery had never been a full time thing. She
and I live about 200 miles apart, so we don't see each other too often. But this
would change our relationship forever. No longer would she get to go back to her
"normal" life and keep her life with me separate. No longer would she be allowed
to have a part of her that was not mine. No longer would she get to have moments
that were not as my slave. A few seconds later, she said, "Sir, this cunt has
chosen to stay and become your slave forever. Please accept this cunt as yours."
I reached over the seat and kissed her. She kissed me back, our tongues
entwining. I broke from the kiss. "Strip", I ordered. She quickly shed her
clothing. I reached into a bag of toys that I'd left on the back seat and
grabbed a large ball gag. I inserted the ball into her mouth, forcing her to
open her lips as widely as possible. I wrapped the straps around her head and
fastened them behind. Next, I took the cuffs from her bag and attached them to
the headrest. I then cuffed her feet to the sides of the car seat, forcing her
legs open. We then headed for home. As we drove, a few passerby looked into the
car. Some were shocked, and some attempted to strike up a conversation. Her face
had a look of horror upon it, but I could see that she was getting more and more
turned on, her pussy becoming damper and wetter with each passing minute. About
a mile from my house, I pulled over to the side of the road and blindfolded her.
I had a few surprises waiting, and I didn't want her to see. We pulled into my
driveway. I live in a secluded area, and have a large yard that has been used
for many scenes between us. She has been suspended from a tree in the front yard
and left to hang there while I went out to perform some errands. She has "slept"
in a specially designed dog house that I have out back. In order to get in, she
must get on her hands and knees and back into it. At the back end are two
vibrators that are perfectly lined up with her holes. Once she is all the way
in, I snap the front door on and only her head fits out the front. I then turn
on the vibrators and go to sleep for the night. There are a large number of
trees whose branches make ideal switches. I've also had lawn parties where she
serves my guests. I opened my car door and walked to hers. I unsnapped her hands
and feet, and had her get out and crawl on her hands and knees. I took out her
leash and snapped it into place. We headed for the garage. I've turned several
of the rooms of my house into bondage playrooms, as well as maintaining their
original purpose. The garage is one of my favorites. Along one wall is where I
keep much of my equipment. There, arrayed along the wall are whips, paddles,
crops, blindfolds, gags, nipple and body clamps, harnesses, hoods, handcuffs,
ankle cuffs, spreader bars, chastity belts, dildos, vibrators, straps, belts,
weights, collars and jewelry. Along another wall is a padded X-frame, some
eye-bolts, and hooks. Stored against the third wall are a large number of things
to tie her down to - a bondage chair, a pommel horse, a long straight bar, a
table that has holes cut out for her tits (the holes can serve as plant holders
if I want to keep it out in public), and a cage are my favorites. I removed her
blindfold. "Bring me something to spank you with." "Yyyythhh thhhhrrrrr" she
replied. She crawled over to the wall and selected a riding crop. She stretched
her neck and pulled a crop off of the wall. She slowly made her way back to me,
wiggling her hips invitingly. When she got back to me, I grabbed her collar and
raised her to her feet. I took off her gag, and then attached her cuffs to a
hook in the ceiling. "I'm going to give you fifty now, Becky" "Yes, Sir. Sir,
would you please spank this cunt 50 times" I smiled. I reached back and
delivered a solid blow across her right cheek. She grunted out "That's one, Sir.
Sir, would you please spank this cunt 49 more times?" THHHHWWWIIIPPPPP. "UNNNNH.
That's two, Sir. Sir, would you please spank this cunt 48 more times?" By the
time I reached twenty, tears had started flowing, and her breath was coming in
gasps. I never hit the same place twice, alternating between her two cheeks, and
the backs of her legs. By the end of her whipping, her ass was covered in thin
red stripes. She never lost count. Giving Becky a beating has always excited me,
and this time was no exception. At the end, my dick was painfully hard. The
pressure in my loins was making it difficult to concentrate on the beating,
nearly impossible to keep thoughts of what I was going to do afterwards out of
my mind. But I kept those thoughts in check, instead focusing on making sure
that I didn't go too far with the beating. I mean, after all, it just wouldn't
be any fun if she was going to spend the rest of the weekend convalescing from
the first activity. Towards the end, I lightened up a little, placing spanks on
some of her more sensitive areas - the insides of her thighs, her calves, her
thighs. After the fiftieth she said "That's fifty, Sir. Thank you for whipping
this cunt." I looked between her legs and saw how turned on she was. Her pussy
was as damp as I've ever seen it, the lips open and practically dripping with
her juices. She had the far-away look that she gets in her eyes whenever she has
crossed the bounds of reality and all that exists for her is an all-
encompassing sexual need. When she gets like this, her entire body becomes a
sexual organ. I can almost make her come just by stroking her fingers. I felt
the same burning desire that she felt. I removed my clothes. Next, I unclasped
her cuffs from the hook, catching her around the waist with my free arm. I
carried her over to the table and placed her face down on it. I reattached her
cuffs to the table, and replaced the gag between her lips. Her cunt was open and
ready for me. I rubbed the head of my dick all around, around her lips, her
asshole, her clit. I traced some of the whip marks as well. This drove her to
even greater heights of passion. When she was on the verge of cumming, I placed
myself at the opening of her pussy and paused just a minute before pushing
myself in as deeply as possible. She began to cum as soon as I was in. I could
feel her inner walls constricting against me as each wave of passion hit. Each
of her contractions drove me closer to the edge. I started to piston more and
more rapidly as I too approached the edge of my own orgasm. She kept cumming and
cumming, losing control. The ball gag in her mouth was covered in drool, and her
body covered in sweat. I felt my orgasm approach, and tried to delay as long as
possible. Finally, I couldn't keep from cumming any longer, and let go. The
sensations were unbelievable. As I unloaded into her, she had the most
passionate orgasm yet, drenching my dick with her juices. It seemed like my
orgasm came from my entire body. I thought it might go on forever, never
stopping. My breath became coarse, and I had to gulp down air. She collapsed
onto the table, and I fell forward onto her back. A few minutes later, I lifted
myself from her back and removed myself from inside of her. She barely seemed to
notice. I left her there as I went into the house to get a few things. I came
back with a drink of ice water, a cool cloth, and some cold cream. I removed her
gag, and gave her some sips of the ice water. I rubbed the cool cloth all over
her body, and gently rubbed the cold cream into her ass and legs. She slowly
returned to consciousness. A feeling of peace emanated from her. She smiled and
said, "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome, Becky" I unlatched her from the table,
and placed her on the ground. I attached her leash and led her into the house.
PART TWO
I walked into Becky's bedroom and awoke her. She was chained to an eye-bolt in
the headrest of the bed by a thin chain between her collar and the bed. Her
wrists were cuffed to a D-ring in the collar. She was blindfolded, and her feet
were strapped together. I'd placed her in a chastity belt, and put two dildoes
into her. I shook her gently, until I was sure that she was up. "Sir?" she
asked, not really sure that it was me. I didn't speak, merely releasing her feet
and wrists. I removed the chain from the headboard and pulled on it. She got up
from the bed and followed. I led her into the bathroom and removed her
blindfold. "Clean yourself up and make yourself presentable" I ordered. "Do you
have any special orders for this cunt?" she asked. "Make yourself ready for me."
I replied. I left her alone in the bathroom and went into the living room. I sat
in my chair and turned on a video tape that I'd taken of her the last time she
visited me. That was the time that a friend of mine loaned me her two slaves,
one male and one female, for a night. The film reminded me of some of the things
I had the three of them do. They orally serviced each other, they serviced me, I
tied them into strange positions, I whipped each of them, on and on the tape
went. One of my favorite scenes was when I suspended the two women upside down,
inserted candles into their cunts, lit the candles, and had him suck on their
tits. Later, each of them gave him a blow job, being careful to bob their heads
without moving their bodies. By the end of the film each was spent, physically
and emotionally, from what I'd put them through. At some point, Becky entered
the room. I wasn't aware when as I was watching the movie. She's learned not to
interrupt anything I happen to be doing, so she knelt in the doorway, knees
slightly spread, head bowed, awaiting my further instructions. I had gotten
caught up in the movie, so she'd probably been waiting about 90 minutes. "Come
here." She began to crawl across the floor. "Keep your nipples in contact with
the carpet." She lowered her torso to the ground and continued crawling. When
she got to me, I barked, "Look at me". She'd applied heavy makeup to her face.
Her eyes in particular were heavily done up. Her hair was pulled back and
braided. She'd removed her pussy hair, and I could see her lips peeking out. She
looked like a kept woman. I'd purchased a special outfit for her and instructed
her to put it on. The robe was a specially designed, light blue, satin garment.
It looked very much like a nightgown, with some modifications. Across her torso,
the front had been cut out in such a way that her breasts were in plain sight.
The arms had a number of leather straps attached that could be tightened at will
- one strap on the wrist, one just below the elbow, one over the bicep, and one
at the shoulder joint. Each strap has two D-rings, one on each side of her body.
Sewn into the collar of the gown is a way to attach the gown to her collar. The
skirt part of the gown is split up to navel height in both the front and back,
and there is a belt around the waist, perfect for tucking in the folds of the
skirt when I want. After the robe was on, I secured it. I pulled the straps on
her arms tight, attached the gown to her collar, and pulled the belt tight. I
then took each of the wrist straps and clipped them to the other elbow behind
her back. I attached a pair of nipple clamps to her tits, and attached the
clamps to a Y shaped leash. I pulled on the leash and commanded her to follow. I
led her out to my car . I pulled the folds of the gown up and tucked them into
the belt. I then placed her in the car, pushing her legs apart as far as
possible. I got in and started driving. I started talking to her about how she's
been. It had been about two months since we'd seen each other and I felt like
carrying on a normal conversation. For me it was normal. For her, it was damn
near impossible to carry on a normal conversation. I kept playing with her
pussy, and pulling on the leash attached to her nipples. In addition, she had to
remember the rules of the weekend. The conversation was progressing along as she
related to me her troubles at work, how much she's missed me, etc. Things wound
down and we continued in silence for a while. "So, Becky, it sounds like you
find your life pretty boring, huh?" "Well, Sir, I...." Her face blanched in
fear. She realized that she'd slipped. Usually, at least once a weekend, she'll
test the rules that I've set down, just to find out if I mean them or not. I've
learned that I need to pay close attention to her. She's confided in me that she
feels safe when I don't let anything slide. So, I pulled the car over to the
side of the road. I got out and came around to her side. I opened the door with
a yank. I pulled it so hard that it bounced all the way out and slammed loudly.
She jumped back in terror. I re-opened the door and reached for the leash.
Pulling the leash, I got her out of the car. I led her to the front of the car.
"Bend over." She bent over the hood of the vehicle. I put my hand on the center
of her back and pressed her tits against the warm metal. "I'm going to give you
forty, Becky" "Thank you, Sir. This cunt deserves to be punished by you. Please
spank this cunt's ass forty times, Sir." I gave her the forty spanks with my
hand, reddening her ass. She thanked me for each one and asked for the
remainder. I gladly complied with her request. After I was done, I again was
hard. I stepped behind her and loosened my pants. I reached into her pussy and
coated two fingers with the juices that I knew instinctively would be there. I
worked one finger into her asshole, then the second. I placed myself at her hole
and lightly pressed, making sure that I didn't enter. "Sir, please allow this
cunt's ass to serve you. Please fuck this cunt for your pleasure." With that, I
pushed into her ass. When I was fully in, I started fucking, pulling out and
shoving back in, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and length. It was
not too long until I was pulling almost all the way out and ramming all the way
back in. She grunted and moaned in pleasure. Each forward thrust shoved her tits
against the hood of the car. Each time I pulled back, I lifted her torso away,
and each thrust threw her back against the car. By the time I came, she was lost
in the throes of a powerful orgasm. I spilled into her ass. I pulled out of her
ass shortly after I came. "Kneel" I said. She pulled herself off of the hood of
the car and sank to her knees. "Clean me off." She crawled over to me on her
knees and opened her mouth. She surrounded my dick with her mouth, and licked me
until she knew I was clean. I then put her back in the car and continued
driving. About 15 minutes later, I pulled my car behind a store along the main
strip in town. I got out and led her in through the back door. The store is
owned by a friend of mine who owns a slave of her own. Her slave was tied to one
of the hat racks in the corner. His head was encased in a zippered leather hood,
locked around his neck. Both zippers were closed, the only openings were two
small holes for air. His hands were tied to hooks on the rack. A padlock was
locked around his scrotum. And two dangling weights were hung from his balls.
His ass and back were covered with red whip marks. R. looked over and him and
blanched. Mistress Katherine walked into the back and greeted us. "Hello, Tsar.
This must be Becky" "Hello, Mistress Katherine. Say Hello, Becky" "Hello,
Mistress Katherine. My master's cunt is pleased to meet you." Mistress Katherine
started, "Becky, Your master has brought you here to me so that you will be
marked as his property. During the next hour or so, I will be performing that
task. While you are here, you will have both of your nipples pierced, your pussy
lips pierced in two places on each, your ears pierced, and lastly, you will be
given a tattoo on your ass that says 'Property of Tsar'. You will be given some
choices. The first is whether to stay. You may leave now, but if you do so, it
will be as you are attired. Also, you will never be allowed to speak with Tsar
or serve him again. Do you choose to stay or go?" Katherine and I had agreed
beforehand that this would occur. She insisted on asking, and I added the parts
about the consequences of Becky leaving. "My master's cunt will stay." "Fine.
The next choice is whether you will be tied down during the process of your
marking." "My master's cunt would like to not be tied down during the process,
but would instead prefer to be accepting this freely as a sign of her devotion
to her master." "Excellent. Your last choice is whether you will be gagged." "My
master's cunt will make no sounds. Please do not gag her." Katherine grabbed the
leash and towed Becky along behind. We entered a well lit room that Mistress
Katherine uses as her bondage room. Often during the business day, one or more
slaves will be in here, bound and punished, while customers are shopping in the
main part of the store. Many a time I've been in the store with a knowing smile
on my lips when she asks a customer to excuse her for a moment while she checks
on something in the back room. She led Becky to the middle of the room and
placed her on a raised platform. She released Becky' s arms from behind her
back, and removed the clips from her nipples. Becky's blood started flowing back
into the nipples, and a pained expression crossed her face. "Don't move." she
demanded. Becky stood there and didn't move, despite the flames of agony that
fired through her body from the pain in her nipples. Mistress Katherine cast an
approving smile to me from her position behind Becky She was impressed by how
well Becky has been trained. After a few minutes, Becky seemed to settle down.
Mistress Katherine rolled a small table out from behind Becky She said, "We will
now begin. Becky place your hands behind your neck and lock your fingers." Becky
complied immediately. "Now spread your legs." Becky complied. "Further" R spread
them to about twice shoulder width. "Becky, it is very important that you not
move at all while I do this." Having said that, Mistress Katherine reached out
and grabbed Becky's left nipple. She twisted it between her thumb and fore-
finger, renewing the subsided pain for Becky Becky groaned. Mistress Katherine
took an ice cube and rubbed it all over Becky's nipple. The nipple became as
hard as I've ever seen it. Katherine rubbed the freezing cube all over the
areola and the nipple again. She then opened an alcohol rub and wiped it over
R's nipple, ensuring that it was sterile. She opened a package of sterile
needles from a hospital supply company and selected one. She placed the nipple
against Becky's nipple and pushed it gently. The nipple pierced through the skin
and exited the other side. Katherine left it there. At the beginning of the
piercing, Becky had been watching Katherine. As soon as Katherine had wiped the
nipple with the alcohol rub, Becky's eyes caught my own. Her eyes never left
mine. They seemed to be saying, "I accept you as my Master and surrender myself
to you. I will be worthy of you. Please accept me as yours." Katherine took the
needle and pushed it through the nipple. She then took a tool that reminds me of
an awl. She pushed it through the hole in Becky's nipple and used it to enlarge
the hole. After the hole had been sufficiently widened, Katherine put a 24-karat
gold ring through the hole. She then touched a soldering iron to the ring and to
a strip of metal, fusing the ring into a non-removable unit. This apparently
served to cauterize the hole. Katherine repeated the process for Becky's other
nipple and all of the other places where I wanted Becky to be pierced, each time
ensuring the sterility of the procedure. During the entire process, Becky's eyes
never left mine. I was deeply touched by the trust she placed in me at that
moment. The whole process took about two hours. Becky never moved, and Katherine
worked with the skill and precision of a professional. The tattoo turned out to
be beautiful, covering the top part of Becky's right ass cheek. I could see
Becky getting turned on as Katherine worked on her pussy. Becky, to her credit,
never moved. I've worked with Katherine when she has performed this procedure
before, and I know how much it turns her on. When she was done, she said "Tsar,
she is ready for your inspection." I made a great showing of checking that each
ring was in, pulling on them and twisting them. I didn't pull too hard, due to
the newness of the holes. I ran my fingers over the tattoo and traced out the
letters with my fingertips. Katherine and I had already had a conversation about
how to care for Becky's new features, so I knew to take it easy. Katherine also
warned me not to whip Becky on the tattoo for at least two days. An unfortunate
side effect, but well worth it from my point of view. "Becky show Mistress
Katherine your appreciation for the job she has done. I'll return in one hour.
Mistress Katherine, use Becky as your own." With that said , I walked out the
front of the store. Unbeknownst to Becky, once in the front of the store, I
climbed a set of stairs and entered Katherine's office. I viewed the hour
through a two-way mirror in Katherine's office. Katherine began, "Becky come
here." Becky walked to her. Katherine began to touch Becky in the areas she had
just worked on. Katherine then sat in a chair against one wall. "Crawl to me."
Becky got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to her mistress. "Stand
in front of me." Becky moved to Katherine's front and stood quietly, feet spread
at shoulder width, her hands clasping her elbows behind her back. Katherine ran
her hands all over Becky's body. She clearly appreciated Becky's body, moving
her fingers over Becky's hips, ass, tits, stomach, and legs. Katherine pushed R
back to her knees. "Pleasure me, Becky" "My master's cunt would like to please
you, Mistress Katherine." Having said that, Becky began to lick the Katherine's
leather shoes. She worked her tongue over the tops, around the ankles, and over
the soles. When she got to the heels, she took each one into her mouth and
sucked on it. Katherine was clearly affected by Becky's submissiveness. The way
that Becky surrenders t o her dominant is truly inspiring. She enters a state
where all that matters is the pleasure of whomever she is serving. Katherine
could see this in Becky Becky gave herself fully to the pleasuring of Katherine.
After about fifteen minutes, Becky began to work her way up Katherine's legs.
She didn't miss a spot. When she licked the back of Katherine's knees, Katherine
began to get very turned on. I even think that it was sort of a surprise to
Katherine how much she enjoyed being tongued there. Becky continued her trek up
the legs, pushing Katherine's skirt out of the way with the sides of her head.
She started getting closer to Katherine's pussy. "Becky, stop." Katherine
gasped. Becky stopped immediately. Katherine stood and removed her skirt.
"Remove my panties with your teeth." Becky stretched her neck up and grabbed the
top of Katherine's underwear between her lips. The panties quickly began their
descent down Katherine's legs. When Becky had gotten them to her ankles,
Katherine stepped out of them. Katherine then bent forward, away from Becky and
towards her chair. Becky continued licking Katherine, covering the curvaceous
ass in front her face. Becky kissed and wetly licked Katherine all over.
Katherine finally stood up and sat back down. She spread her legs to give Becky
better access. Katherine was dripping wet. I beamed with pride in how much
pleasure my slave was giving to my good friend. Becky then ran her tongue up and
down Katherine's outer lips, pushing them aside to reveal the inner depths.
Becky lowered her head to Katherine's pussy and pushed her tongue into
Katherine. When Becky first served me, she was attracted to women, but had never
been with one. We spoke at length and uncovered that she is bi-sexual. Over the
many times we have been together, I've arranged for several women to join us.
Becky has gotten quite accomplished at cunnilingus. A couple of the women have
said the Becky gave them the best head that they'd ever had. So I knew, beyond
doubt , how well she was eating out Katherine. I've never seen Katherine's eyes
get as distant. As Becky licked, I could see Katherine surrender to the pleasure
that Becky's tongue was giving her. I'd never known the Katherine had a
submissive streak. This needed to be further investigated, but that's another
story. Becky's ministrations slowly, but inevitably, brought Katherine to a
shattering orgasm. When it hit, Katherine grabbed the arm rests of her chair
tightly. Her hands were grabbing the wood so tight that her knuckles were
practically white. Katherines hips moved wildly back and forth, up and down, all
over the chair. Becky never let her mouth lose contact with her mistresses'
pussy. Becky concentrated on Katherine's pleasure and knew that any interruption
in the act would detract from Katherine's pleasure. She knew how important it
was for Katherine to be pleased. Katherine came like a hurricane, wildly
thrashing in the chair. Her legs clamped around Becky's head as the waves of
passion broke over her. She let loose and her orgasm overcame her. Spent, she
fell back into the chair and relaxed. Becky removed her mouth and sat back on
her heels, content in the job she had just finished, waiting for some other way
to please her mistress. I got up from my seat, and re-entered the room. I walked
in as Katherine returned from the her spent condition. I'd grabbed a glass of
cold water for each of them and handed them over. Each drank the refreshment. "I
trust the Becky proved satisfactory to you?" I asked. "You have trained her
well." I could see the look of pleasure in Becky's face. She was very proud of
serving me so well, and proud of being found so pleasurable by the person I'd
given her to. I reached out and stroked Becky's head. I spent a short while
taking in the scene before my eyes - Katherine sprawled back against her chair,
satisfied deeply by Becky, Becky kneeling at my side, proud of her self and
proud of her slavery to me, and me glad for my friend Katherine's pleasure,
proud of myself for making this scene happen, and both very proud of, and very
much in love with Becky I said good-bye to Katherine and tugged lightly on
Becky's collar. She stood and followed me out to my car.
THE END
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