Pleasure Under Knots

Sex: Female
Age: 37 years
Figure: Soft-contoured, smooth-toned, very desirable and perfectly feminine
Complexion: Heavily tanned
Voice: Musical
Face: Nymphish, flushed, round and smooth in contours
Eyes: Heavy-lidded, long-lashed, large and turquoise
Hair: Silken, soft, abundant, black and curls down to ass
Bust: 41DD, round, lop-sided and firm
Nipples: Light brown and puffy
Waist: 28
Hips: 42, wide-curved
Ass: Soft and massive
Thighs: Smooth-toned and fat

V (Full name unknown):

Sex: Female
Age: 25 years
Figure: Soft-contoured, smooth-toned, voluptuous and desirably feminine
Complexion: Black
Voice: High-pitched
Face: Pretty, oval and full in cheeks
Eyes: Long-lashed, slightly slanted, large and black
Hair: Thin, straight, black and hangs down to waist
Bust: 36DDD, round, slightly pendulous and firm
Nipples: Dark brown and protrudent
Waist: 27
Hips: 39, wide-curved
Ass: Soft and big
Thighs: Soft-contoured and fat
Orientation: Lesbian
Relation with J: Sister
Role as babe-hunter: Accomplice to J

J (Full name unknown):

Sex: Female
Age: 28 years
Figure: Smooth-toned, muscular, slim and slightly curved
Complexion: Black
Voice: High-pitched
Face: Pretty, oval and depressed in cheeks
Eyes: Slightly slanted, large, restless and black
Hair: Short, thin, straight and hangs down to nape
Bust: 32C, round and firm
Waist: 25
Hips: 34, slightly curved
Thighs: Soft-toned and mildly round
Orientation: Lesbian
Relation with V: Sister
Role as babe-hunter: Mastermind

Sara Evans opened her eyes and moaned as the pain radiated through her over-stretched pectoral muscles. Her beautiful face contorted in reflex and she blinked into semi-darkness. The smell of damp wood hit her nostrils as she tried to look around. Everything about the place seemed strange and intimidating. Still lying on bed, she made a faint attempt to shift herself and realized instantly that each of her four limbs could not be moved. Something of coarse texture strained into her wrists and ankles as she tried to move them close. Frowning at this she rose a little and looked over to right. For some awful moments she stared at the rope which was wound around the wrist to keep her arm tied to bedpost. She turned her head instantly to left and saw that her other arm was treated in exactly the same way.

It felt ridiculous, yet alarming to see her arms tied to bedposts. She was known to be a sober-minded woman in her neighborhood and none of the person she knew could ever think of making such an absurd joke on her. It was indeed pointless for a mother of three like Sara to be treated like this but most alarming thing was that she had been tied on bed in an unfamiliar room. That pungent smell about the place didn’t belong to her home.

She shivered in cold as a current of breeze swooped in the room. It seemed to pierce through her skin and she tried to pull her legs together. The strain of rope at ankles made her to look down. The sight was a good reason to add up to alarm. She stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Not only was she tied to bed but someone had stripped her naked.

So that wasn’t joke. Someone really meant to abduct and tie her naked on the bed in a strange place. The abductor had been successful in the attempt when Sara came out of the mall and turned round a block. She was caught unawares by the rascal near an alleyway, who had held her around the waist and pressed a hand on her mouth to stifle the cries for help. The rogue seemed to be physically strong and she felt herself unable to tear away the grip that held her tight. She was dragged forcefully in a deserted corner before the abductor had released her mouth. A woman’s high pitched voice said coldly behind her, “Come on, Knock her down”. Before Sara could turn her head to look at the speaker, something hard was hit on her head. It was the last thing she could remember before finding herself tied in that strange room.

A sudden idea made her shiver inwardly as she recalled reading the details of a newspaper report on the abduction of a pretty, wealthy woman some months ago. The victim was stripped, tortured and raped for consecutive four days by a group of black hooligans. Her hubby had to pay them three million dollars on demand and she was released to home in a very wretched state. After hospitalization, she underwent the treatment for about forty five days. The reporter had stated that the abductors kept her tied up for long hours in an old, weather-beaten shack. They used to force her for having group and lesbian sex after whipping and caning. Like that woman, Sara lay tied and naked on the under stuffed mattress. She felt herself miserably alone and it would be easier for the abductors to satisfy their lust unto her because she was unable to resist at their advances.

The horrible creak of the dry hinges started her. She turned her head to left and stared as the wooden door opened slowly to reveal two young, black women. One of them was short-haired and slim. She was dressed in a buttoned, mauve shirt and white slacks. Her companion was prettier, curvier and completely naked. Sara could see the taking rise and fall of her huge tits at each breath. The graceful swaying of wider hips was apparent as the black beauty walked towards Sara’s tied form. The short-haired woman closed the door and locked it before turning back to follow her naked companion’s example.

Sara stared at the two black women looming above her. Their faces wore an impassive, yet intimidating look. The short-haired woman seemed more calculative and Sara felt the heat well up inside her. The woman roamed a meaningful gaze all over the voluptuous form of brunette and then licked her thick lips like a hungry black tiger.

The short-haired woman stepped slowly behind the long-haired beauty. Still keeping her gaze fixed on Sara, she hugged her naked companion and roamed her hands up the well-curved torso. Her black hands cupped the jugs and in deliberate, slow manner began to squeeze their delicious firmness. The naked woman closed her eyes as her protrudent nipples were pinched by deft fingers.

The slim woman kissed her voluptuous companion on right cheek and continued to gaze at the tied brunette. After some silent moments, she spoke in her high pitched voice, “Dear V! The supper is served. Light up the lamp for us, will you.”

Sara frowned at woman’s voice and recognized it instantly. That black woman was the one who had instructed someone to knock her down in the deserted Alleyway.

The black beauty opened her eyes and turned to do as she was bid. Her companion did nothing but continued to gaze on the splendid, naked form of brunette. Sara shuddered inwardly as she looked into the coldness of that stare. It was so intimidating, so malicious. Sara felt really exposed and helpless for being unable to cover herself and stop that ruthless scrutiny.

Still staring at Sara, the black woman stepped forwards and reached at her. The brunette tried to keep her face from the black fingers but felt them touch her right cheek in soft strokes. She heard the woman speak in a soothing tone, “Oh sweetum, acting modest is a very good thing to do…” And Sara gasped as the woman suddenly slapped her cheek to turn her face back, completing the sentence loudly: “…BUT NOT BEFORE THE WORTHY J!!!”

Dumbfounded at this unexpected assault, Sara stared at J’s hostile face, which looked more intimidating. J looked at the brunette for a while and her thick lips curled into a malicious smile. She grabbed Sara’s beautiful, scared face in her hands ignoring the faint sobs of fear and spoke in the same soothing voice, “There, there darling! You don’t have to be prude before me. Not for long, if you get me.”

She moved her face closer to Sara’s and forced a kiss on brunette’s half-open mouth. Sara moaned in reflex as her lips were sucked hard by the black woman. J closed her thick lips to smack on Sara’s full mouth. She moved her head up as V had put the well-illuminating gas lamp on a wooden stool near the bed.

“I can see darling. I can see it well. You need to be enlightened for a mild entertainment. We know what the best that suits you is.” J said, curling her lips in a smile at Sara’s scared look.

She stroked Sara’s right cheek and got up to walk towards V. “Get ready for some show sis. The babe really needs to watch a preliminary.” She said to V, winking at her.

“Ok.” V said, flashing a sparkling smile at her sister.

Still scared, Sara watched in silence as the two black sisters hugged each other. J pressed her lips on V’s and began to suck on their softness. V returned the kiss in similar passion and fingered through her sister’s short hair.

After breaking that lip to lip suction, J showered little kisses on her sister’s pretty face. Casting a fleeting look at the tied brunette, she kissed V’s neck and licked on her throat. V closed her eyes in rapture as J kissed on her neck and continued to slobber down her huge chest.

Momentarily, Sara tried to pull at the rope. It was knotted so tight on her wrists that she was left with no choice but to turn her head at the hot incestuous scenario. Biting her lip, she watched J cupping V’s massive boobs and open her mouth to take one protrudent nipple.

The tit-sucking act was really hot and intriguing. Sara tried to rub her thighs together feeling a twitching pulse into her entrance, but they were kept apart by the coarse textured rope. She sighed and watched silently as J shifted her sucking mouth on V’s splendid tits alternatively, pulling on each nipple in audible smacks. The slim woman licked on each melon in twirling strokes and squeezed them to jut out the teats. She took V’s hardened nipples into her mouth to slurp-suck them again and again.

V fingered through J’s short hair as her huge tits received the non-stop passionate sucking. J roamed her hands down the curvaceous form of V. Sara sighed and bit her lip again while she stared silently at J kneading on V’s massive ass cheeks, without stopping to pull the engorged nipples into her mouth. The only person with whom Sara had ever been involved in sensual bouts of love making was her own hubby; nevertheless watching the black woman sucking on her naked sister’s huge bust seemed a very arousing, very delicious sight to the brunette. She never knew that lesbian love could be as taking and passionate as portrayed by the black siblings before her.

J sucked on V’s tits and licked them in upward strokes, before sinking down to her knees. The lesbian sisters looked simultaneously at the voluptuous brunette, tied and open before them. Sara was breathing heavily. She could see a calculative look on J’s pretty face, which was followed by the smile as malicious as before.

J stroked on the sides of her sister’s soft-contoured thighs and buried her face between them. V moaned aloud when her sister’s mouth made an intimate contact with her hairy cunt. Sara hissed and tried in vain to pull her thighs for rubbing them together, as she saw J’s head bobbing between V’s thighs. The sight was an enough stimulation to well up the heat into her loins and lubricate her pussy. She couldn’t see how J was making V moan in pleasure, but she could picture a pair of thick lips rubbing on the sisterly cunt-petals and a pink tongue darting out to lick unto them in quick sweeps.

That was indeed a true picture. V closed her eyes and grabbed on J’s head to pull at her short hair. The oral rub and lingual lick unto her tight slit was extremely pleasurable. Biting her lip, V tip-toed to move her thighs slightly apart and let J’s face bury deeper between them. It made easy for J to rub her mouth hard on V’s hot, black snatch.

J kissed hard on V’s cunt and turned her head to look at the tied nymph. Stroking and squeezing on V’s bigger buttocks, she pressed her left cheek unto the sisterly mons and stared at the heaving form of her quarry. She smiled in triumph. The preliminary incestuous play worked well to heat up the brunette and J was sure that Sara had grown wet.

J got to her feet and led V at Sara’s right. She walked around to sit at tied nymph’s left. Flashing a grin, J reached at Sara’s tits and began to trace her fingers on the coarse textured areolae. Sara sighed and closed her eyes as the light touch of J’s finger tips tickled her nipples.

“You like it baby, don’t you?” Sara heard the black woman asking her in a casual tone. “I bet you’re filled up to the brim watching our preliminary. Isn’t now the right time to milk you out, sweetie?”

Sara said nothing and lay close-eyed, savoring the black woman’s light touch on her ultra sensitive nipples.

“Answer me sugar! Should I milk you out?” J asked Sara, still tickling on the light brown nipples. Her tone was sweeter.

Sara said nothing yet and the next instant, her eyes flew open as she screamed. J had pinched on her nipples and the pulling twist of black hands felt very painful. V laughed, watching brunette’s face contorted in agony.

“I told you not to be prude before me, didn’t I? Answer me, or I’ll… PULL YOU MORE!” J’s tone grew louder as she spoke.

“Ye… Yesss… Yesss… ” Sara said in a faint defeated tone, sobbing at the harsh manipulation on her nipples.

“Very good. That’s more I like it.” J said in a jovial tone releasing the nipples and smiling maliciously at the tied nymph. She turned to address her naked sister. “You know V, what’s the next thing to do, isn’t it?”

“Certainly.” V said, flashing the smile, which seemed to Sara a jeering expression.

The black sisters shifted themselves to kneel along the bed, one at each side. They stroked on Sara’s huge tits and stooped together to take the puffy nipples into their mouths.

Sara, tied and spread-eagled before her black captors, forgot the pain inflicted a while ago. She sighed and closed her eyes as the lesbian sisters pulled on her engorged nipples into their mouths. They sucked and licked their coarse texture, occasionally squeezing on the firmness of brunette’s jugs. Never in her life had Sara felt so impulsive and wet at the oral service on her beautiful tits; not even with the dear hubby sucking on them every night. It was because two mouths were there for the first time to suck on her jutting melons simultaneously, letting Sara wallow under the ripples of pleasure that rose shortly from the depths of her cunt.

J moved her left hand over to stroke on Sara’s heated snatch. The brunette hissed and bit her lip as two mouths continued to suck her tits and deft fingers rubbed on the wrinkled labial folds open for the service. V was sucking harder on Sara’s right nipple, paying full attention at what she was doing. Her sister, on the other hand, seemed to know more at the manual techniques. One of her fingers had treacherously sneaked into brunette nymph’s lubricated entrance.

“Aaahh… Aaahh… Ummm… Ummm… Ummm… ” Sara began to moan. The lesbian sisters kept their sucking mouths glued to her nipples. V twirled her tongue on the light brown areola, sucking along the entire nipple. J kissed and licked more on Sara’s left boob, as she was rubbing fingers on her wet cunt-petals.

Sara cried and her eyes brimmed with tears as J hit thrice on her twitching pussy. She resumed the rubbing act on brunette’s hood to make her moan in pleasure. The lesbian couple continued to suck Sara’s big nipples for seemingly uncountable moments.

Releasing the nipple from her mouth in a pull, J moved up to kiss Sara full on mouth. The nymph felt her lips sucked into black lesbian’s hot mouth and then, she kissed her captor back. Momentarily, it felt surprising to Sara for how she was responding to J’s kiss. It was evident that the fear was replaced by pleasure. Nothing felt intimidating to Sara any more and she was getting truly involved in the intriguing lesbian sex.

V sucked on Sara’s right tit, who was responding positive to J’s lip-locking kiss. The black beauty had to release the engorged nipple in a pull as J signaled her for shifting the positions and untie Sara’s limbs.

“Let the sugar get mixed with your melons till I get my strap-on in place.” J said impassively to V, as they had finished unknotting Sara’s arms.

Sara frowned questioningly at J who got off the bed to walk up to a corner, and then turned her head to look at V. The black beauty was smiling, holding the pair of jugs as a rewarding presentation before the brunette.

“Come on dearie! Suck my tits. Don’t let them wait for long.” V said sweetly to Sara as if she was a child; yet her tone was inviting.

Encouraged by the curvaceous lesbian, Sara shifted herself to a sitting position and instantly took the left nipple into her mouth. V sighed as Sara began to suck her teat. She hugged the brunette and fingered through the abundant hair, savoring the pull of hot lips on her sensitive nipple.

V’s nipple slid out of Sara’s pulling mouth, who turned her head to resume the hot suction on the right nipple. V kissed on the crown of dark-haired head and continued to finger through the silken hair as Sara lapped on her tit and pulled the nipple into her passionate mouth.

Sara sucked on V’s tits alternatively, whose hug seemed maternal to her. For seemingly longer moments, she kept on pulling the resilient-textured nipples into her ardent mouth. Sara never knew that sucking another woman’s nipples could be so delicious, intriguing and utterly desirable. She was engrossed well on sucking the black tits to forget that her ankles were still tied. Nothing could have stopped her to suck V’s huge tits except for a sharp-toned commanding voice: “That’s enough babe! I see you can serve well. Now, get ready for some real action!”

Sara turned her head to look at the source of that voice and stared at the naked, slightly curved form of J. The thing which amazed her was not the nakedness of her captor but it was an 11″ rubber strap-on that was tied tight around the slim hips.

“You like the shaft sugar, don’t you?” J asked Sara, smiling sweetly. Her fingers were stroking on the lifeless crooked hardness. There was a look of amusement on her face.

“Wha… What’s that?” Sara spoke; her voice trembling in awe.

“Aaaaa… my cute little baby asks for the toy. Just look at her V! She looks sooo… interested.” J said in a jeering tone and then walked towards the bed.

The nymph stared wide-eyed at the dildo, which looked like a huge cock. Her hubby was a 7″ and she always enjoyed his penetration. Sara wasn’t a naïve woman and could easily make out J’s motive for tying the rubber cock. If J was going to fuck her with that thing, could she be accommodative for such a length and hardness?

J sat down besides Sara and stooped to kiss her on lips. She stroked on Sara’s left cheek lovingly and asked in a soft tone, “Are you panicked at my toy, sugar?”

Sara could see the impassive, yet intimidating look on J’s face. The black woman had asked her not to be “prude” a while ago and could go harsh if her question was not answered. Therefore “No” was the only word which had escaped her mouth.

“Now now! You’ve learned well how to answer the worthy J. But you’ve dried a bit and we can fill you up again.” J said, smiling maliciously and then nodded at her sister.

V put her hands on Sara’s shoulders and pushed her saying soothingly, “Lie back baby.”

Sara obeyed V in silently while J untied her ankles one after the other.

V turned around and spread her thighs to squat above Sara’s face. The brunette could see black lesbian’s hairy cunt, gaping at her. She could smell the pungent wafts oozing out of the over-heated feminine sex.

“Lick her pussy sugar and make it sweeter for treats to come. Don’t stop to please my sister with your mouth until I’ve drunk your honey.” Sara heard J’s distant voice. At that very instant she felt her own thighs being pushed apart and raised up. J had stooped down as she held and stroked on the inner tones of brunette’s splayed, fat thighs.

Sara had never eaten a woman before but the pungency of the cunt above her face was enchanting. She raised her arms to hug V around the soft-toned thighs and pulled her down. Feeling J’s mouth pressing unto her own cunt, she moaned. The sensation was extremely pleasurable; nevertheless it wasn’t new to Sara. Her hubby was an expert cunt-eater. She used to shower his face with the girl-cum shortly after he began to suck her clit.

J opened her mouth to rub it over Sara’s cunt-petals. Sara sighed and inhaled on the pungent smell of V’s ripe pussy. Her first idea was to lick that delicious tart. Hence she darted her tongue out, which lapped softly upon the sensitive folds of labial skin in a deliberate stroke and then, she continued to lick on V’s hairy pussy. V hissed and closed her eyes, savoring on Sara’s lingual strokes unto her twitching petals.

J reached at Sara’s pussy and pinched on her hood. Reflexively Sara strained her torso up in rising lust, pushing her mouth harder into V’s cunt. J pressed her fingers on Sara’s petals to stretch her open. She slid her index and middle fingers through the lubricated cunt with utmost ease.

Sara was stimulated to lick and suck V’s gaping pussy as she was getting fucked by J’s gliding in-gliding out fingers. Then the warm tongue of black lesbian danced and lapped over her exposed clit, sending Sara over to edge of lust.

Sara opened her mouth and moaned into V’s pussy, when J sucked on each of her pink labial folds. The black lesbian continued to finger-fuck Sara, pursing her lips along on the ultra sensitive clit.

“Aaahh… Aaahh… Ummm… Ummm… Oohhh… ” Sara moaned aloud and raised her voluptuous torso again in pleasure. The moans stifled as soon as her mouth met with V’s open cunt and rubbed hard on the wet entrance.

“Ummm… Oh yeah… yeah… Aaahh… ” V moaned her pleasure aloud when Sara’s lips glued on her wet opening in an attempt to suck the cunt-petals. She stooped forwards to brace herself on the pillowed bed. Sara had grabbed her bigger cheeks tight in response to J’s oral service unto her own twitching pussy.

J continued to fuck and suck Sara, who rubbed her lips hard on V’s sex slit. Soon Sara could taste V’s salted cum pouring into her mouth. J was still sucking on her clit and her pussy shuddered violently, nearing the orgasm. V moaned aloud in extreme pleasure as she pressed her pulsating cunt on Sara’s sucking lips. Sara raised her face into the over-heated black pussy filled with the salted cream as she showered the gushes of hot cum into J’s mouth, pressing on her cunt.

Sara kissed hard on V’s cum-coated cunt as her own spent pussy was lapped hungrily by J. After licking Sara dry of the cream she got up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“We aren’t through yet girls.” J said aloud to her bed mates as if she was lecturing them in a classroom and they looked attentively at her, like obedient students.

J pursed her thick lips for a while and addressed to Sara, “Now sugar, get your slutty ass raised for me! I wanna fuck your cunt right away.”

V rose a bit to get her fleshy bottom off Sara’s face and make room for the brunette to sit up. But before she could get off the bed, J ordered her as well.

“Sis! I wanna see this chick coat your pussy. Lie on your ass and let her eat you. I’m gonna watch this while I fuck her with my toy.” she said, slapping on Sara’s huge ass.

V nodded and stretched on back, splaying her legs wide open. Her hairy pussy, still licked improperly, was wet and glistening.

Sara knelt between V’s splayed thighs and stooped down. Her hot breath fell on the sensitive cunt as she inhaled the black girl’s stale hollow. The smell of recently oozed cum felt intoxicating to the brunette and she darted her tongue out in impulse, lapping up the cum coated on V’s labial folds.

Excited to see the hot scene, J bit her lip. She touched the brunette’s raised bottom to stroke on it and stretch open the big cheeks. Roaming her hand down the glistening slit, she located Sara’s twitching front door and wasted no time to slide the 11″ rubber cock into the steaming, shaven cunt. She began to plunge the lifeless hardness into Sara and slapped on her big ass as the brunette gave a howl of pleasure. This stimulated J to push harder into brunette’s pussy. “Yes sugar, do it! Scream for me. Scream for the worthy J!” she chanted, pushing in and pulling out of Sara’s pussy.

Sara jerked forwards into V’s open cunt under J’s forceful, repetitive thrusts and her teeth nibbled on black beauty’s clit. Her mouth pressed unto the salted cuntal folds and an occasional lick sent sparks of lust through black girl’s spine.

V closed her eyes and arched her back in extreme pleasure. She bucked her wider hips up to shove the dripping pussy unto Sara’s mouth. Reaching down, she grabbed the brunette’s hair and pulled at it to keep the sucking mouth glued into her twitching cunt.

“Oh fuck, eat her honey! Just eat that sloppy cunt!” J groaned, pounding into Sara’s pussy, almost ripping her open.

As if intrigued by J’s words, Sara kept on jerking her face into V’s over heated pussy, licking on the loose folds of cuntal skin and nibbling on the well-engorged clit along. V’s eyes rolled in utmost lust and she screamed out, “EAT ME, BABY!! EAT ME!! YEEEAAAHHH!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

Hot gushes of salted cum oozed out of V’s love canal and coated Sara’s face, who couldn’t brace herself to wipe it clean. V gritted her teeth and arched up her voluptuous torso as her pussy vibrated under the waves of lust.

J had increased her tempo and jerked the cock violently through Sara’s over-stretched opening. The brunette howled and screamed between V’s splayed thighs, as the tension rose into her perineum, higher with each quick paced penetration. She pressed her face harder into V’s twitching cunt as her own pussy began to contract over the 11″ hardness. Grabbing the bedsheet into fists, Sara shut her eyes tight and screamed aloud, “YEAHHH!!! OOHHH!!! YEAHHH!!! YEAHHH!!! UMMM!!!”

J pushed and repushed into Sara, who banged her forehead on V’s sensitive cunt as the lust waves coursed through her body, shaking her all over. V screamed at the hit and felt that Sara’s face was pressed harder into her pussy.

Sara was breathing heavily and her screams grew louder. J frowned as she made quick and violent thrusts into Sara whose body rocked violently in the extreme pleasure. The black lesbian panted and groaned hoarsely. She was approaching the orgasm herself as the strap-on pressed unto her own clit. The lusting effect pleasured her enough to fuck Sara with all the might she could muster. Sara felt herself filling to the brim and screamed as she reached her peak:

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!, AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! FUCKKK!!! AAAAHHH!!!! FUCKKK!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! HE… HERRRRE IT CUMMSSSSSS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Hot cum exploded out of Sara’s pussy and J also cried out a shaking orgasm above the heaving form of brunette. Sara collapsed as her pussy pulsated into the vibrating lust. Her open mouth pressed harder into V’s cunt, shuddering the black girl into a quick, rippling orgasm. Evidently, Sara’s face was coated with V’s cunt again.

Thinking and acting fast, J pulled out of Sara and rolled off to lie besides the couple of volupties. Following her example, Sara shifted too and laid herself between the black sisters.

The trio spent rest of the night sleeping on that bed in a warm mutual embrace. They started their delicious lesbian games over again as soon as they woke, totally recharged in the morning. The incestuous couple subjected Sara to more pleasures, getting intimate and passionate with her under the bondage of lesbian sex. Evidently, there lay no more intimidation or fear between them. Love had expressed itself simultaneously in three hearts, disguised at first before Sara as the pleasure under knots. It had changed her preferences to a newer angle for the rest of life.

On the third night, the black sisters dropped Sara secretly at her home and departed without getting traced themselves. The family rejoiced greatly at her return. What happened next and how Sara shed off the questions put to her by home mates or police regarding her disappearance is another story.

About the Author

Name: Monica Marshal Sex: Female Age: 19 years Figure: Skinny Height: Tall Orientation: Lesbian Status: Attached Smoke: No Drink: Yes

Ice and fire

My Master was out of town for the day, and He left me strict instructions how i was to behave while He was gone. i was to wear my collar and nothing else at all times. He left me food in one bowl and water in the other, and i was to eat on all fours not using my hands. i was free to use the toilet at all times, but if i needed to pee, i was to insert a buttplug up my ass, and if i had other needs, i was to insert a dildo in my pussy while on the toilet. He also left me an assignment to do while He was gone. He left me a HUGE ceramic cock and a digital camera, and i was to take three pictures of myself with it all the way up my pussy.

i woke up about two hours after he had left, with my dog collar tightly locked on my neck. i felt it with my hands and smiled to myself. i loved my Master and would do anything for him. i went to the toilet, and saw the dildo and the buttplug all ready for me. i inserted the buttplug and already felt the happiness that always came from pleasing my Master. i proceeded to pee, and left the buttplug in while doing my morning routines. i taught about it and inserted the dildo deep in my pussy before i started to shower myself. He would be pleased. As the dildo and the buttplug were not ment to leave the bathroom, i took them out and put them to wait for me until the next time. When i got downstairs, i got to all fours and got to my bowls. i ate happily thinking how my master always takes care of me and leaves me everything i need.

Happy and well-fed i went to do my assignment. i got in the position and started to stroke my clit and my pussy first, to relax a little, since my pussy was so tight. Then i took the cock, and tried to insert it. It wouldn’t go in easily, but that was what i expected. i tried to push it again, but my tight pussy just wouldn’t take it. i was trying for an hour now and was nearly desperate. i wanted to please my Master so badly. i pushed and pushed, spread my pussy lips with one hand and pushed with the other, but no luck. i started crying and shaking and i didn’t even want to think about quitting. i forgot altogether about lunch, and it was way past dinnertime when i realized it had gotten dark, and i still didn’t have it deep inside my pussy as He wanted me to. i was all too weak now, and decided to eat before trying again. i was angry with myself for not obeying my Masters orders, so before eating i got to the drawer where we kept all of our toys, picked up the biggest buttplug, some tigerbalm and a vibrator. i inserted the buttplug, put a lot of tiger balm on my clit and inserted the vibrator. i felt the fire on my clit instantly, but also extreme pleasure from the vibrator. i promised myself to eat as slow as i can, and not to cum. i was on all fours for more than an hour, eating slowly and shaking vigorously for i was at the brink of orgasm almost all the time.

After this late dinner, i took all the toys out of myself and went to the cock to try once more. i had to please my Master. It was closer to morning than to midnight when i half-collapsed all in tears next to the cock, never succeeding in inserting it at all. my last taught was that i would wake up before He came and try again. His hand gently woke me up, and, instantly in terror, i started apologizing to Him and begging for His forgiveness. He gently pulled me up from the floor, and slapped my face hard. i knew that i deserved that. He took me to the kitchen and in a calm voice told me that he went shopping. He went to get his bag, leaving me confused, but i daren’t move or ask Him a thing. When He came back he had a whip in his hand, and gave me the biggest buttplug i have ever seen. He knew how much i hated those, and loved them at the same time because it pleased me so much to see me wear them. But this one was so big that i forgot to think about why he didn’t tie me up all at once. He told me to insert it, and i put it in with nothing more then a “Yes, Master”. Then He gave me a dildo, and said “This goes up your cunt, bitch. Just be careful not to drop it”. i inserted that, and then he inspected me. The buttplug was all the way in, and so was the dildo. He slapped each of my butt chicks and looked satisfied to see my shaved pussy. Then He took out a strange root looking plant that was all made of finger-like tings and, in a gentle voice, told me to pick a finger. i didn’t think before picking the smallest one. A whip hit my tits as he shouted “Wrong, slut!” And then, in much gentler voice: “Another one, darling”. i picked out the biggest and he cut if from the plant for me, with a smile. “Peal it and shape it as a buttplug with a knife darling, and then wash it. I will whip you once every minute while you are doing it, and if I’m not satisfied when you’re finished, i will whip you five more times. you will continue doing it until i like the looks of it.” Five times he whipped me before i showed it do him, and then five times more. “That’s the ugliest looking think i have ever seen! Again!” Three more times did the whip bite me and He was still not satisfied. The fourth time He said “It will have to do” and whipped me two more times just for the fun of it.

Then He told me to pull out both the buttplug and the dildo, and to sit on a chair. “Yes, Master” was the second thing i said ever since He came home. He tied me tight, with both my pussy and ass in display. He also put a small bucket under me, which confused me but i daren’t ask what it was for. i couldn’t see what He had in mind, because He always kept all the toys He would use on me behind me, so that they always came as a surprise. “Now we will play with ice and fire, love.” He gently inserted the plant-made plug up my ass, and then took just a little tiny bit and some tape, and taped it on my clit. i daren’t ask anything, since it was not to big, and i didn’t feel very uncomfortable. He looked at my face, and said gently “It’s called ginger, my love. you will get it soon enough.” Then he took a bowl of ice cubes and said “Count for me, will you.” “Yes, Master” i said. “One… two… three… fo….”. Then i felt an unbearable burning in my ass and on my clit. That was what the ginger rout was for. I wanted to cry, but He looked at me and i realized that i stopped counting. “Four”. “My sweet little girl, what you feeling is nothing compared to what is to come. Come now, come, count”. “Five, six…” i counted automatically, through tears and screams. He was smiling at me. Then i realized i was full of ice and through all the burning in my ass started screaming “No more, please, it won’t fit anymore!” He laughed at me, and inserted his finger in with all the ice. “Of course it will darling. I know you have a big cunt, bitch, that’s why I’m trying to tighten it with the ice”. With His finger He made more room in my pussy, and asked “Do you think I can fit more in there?” “Yes, Master, please, fill me up with ice”. He didn’t need me to count anymore, he just laughed as i cried. The burning was all to much, but i didn’t say a thing about removing the ginger, i knew i deserved it well. “Now, make me a good frappe, won’t you. There is a strawberry to give it flavor,” He said through laughter “and a vibrator to help” and stuck a vibrator in my iced pussy. “Now, love, you can scream all you want but don’t you orgasm on me!” He waited a little, while i realized the burning thing had actually made me horny as hell, and the ice and the vibrator is as good as it gets, and way better that it has ever been before. He laughed again, and said gently “For each orgasm you get a new root up your ass, understand?” “Yes, Master”, i almost screamed, and orgasmd at the same time, crying and screaming. “One” He said, and sat across me, looking at my iced pussy, and burning ass all set in display for him. After 20 minutes, the burning started to faint, but He apparently knew how long does the burning last, He came to me, gave me a gentle kiss on my tears-wet face, and pulled it out. He had another root all ready for me, and the torture started again. i at least taught that there would be less ice this time, and i could hold myself from orgasms, but i was wrong again. He inserted ten more cubes in me and put the vibrator back in. “you didn’t think that I would deprive you of the pleasure this time, did you?” “No, Master”. And again, after no time, i had another orgasm. “Two” He said. i got two more fresh ginger roots when finally i could withhold myself from the orgasm. i never did get the stimulation from the ice and the vibrator before, so it was hard as hell even for the fourth time. When He finally took the last root out, he whipped my tortured ass again and again, and enjoyed my screams. As He untied me, He said “And it’s ginger root for you every night with all the same rules from now on, until you get that cock up your pussy, love. It has to be deep in, it has to be all the way, understand?” i could hardly say “Yes, Master” for i experienced the pain today i didn’t think was possible. “you have all days to try, my love, and the food and water will be prepared in your bowls. you are not to call Me if you succeed, you are to wait where you were when you did it and wait for Me to see you. Is that all clear?”. This time i just nodded my head, for i was all to weak for anything else. i slept in an instant, still in ropes in front of the torture char, i was too weak to go to the couch.

When i woke up, the next morning, i saw a root in front of my eyes, and He was sitting nearby and laughing. “Just a remainder, my love, just a remainder.” my ass was still sore from the night before, so i ran to the gigantic cock and tried and tried and tried. When he came around to see if i succeeded, it was well passed noon and he said “Don’t you collapse on me now my love, it will lose you precious time till the evening. Oh, and by the way, do you know that some pussies react to ice by tightening? Not all of course, but I know for a fact that your delicate little cunt will tighten up every evening as I insert more and more ice into it. So you better hurry my love”. i barely ate that day, and at exactly 8 p.m. He came to me, and seeing with a smile that i have not succeeded yet, He gently told me “Time for your treatment, pet”, and then burst out laughing. i positioned myself in the chair, and the hell fire soon started. How much ice did he put inside me that evening, i did not notice, but i felt like i was going to explode all over again. as i was screaming in terror, He looked in me gently and said “Just in case you were wondering, there is no more ice then yesterday, but your pussy is getting smaller!”. and once again, i felt the explosion coming when he stuck the vibrator in. i was trying to hold it in and not let my self get another root, but the ginger juices helped get me as horny as a women can be. And the ice cubes inside me massaging the insides of my tighter and tighter pussy were incredible. As they melted, they watered my pussy with ice cold water, pouring out of me and making me mad from the contrast. my pussy was freezing, my ass was burning all the best, and it seemed like hours and hours of pleasant pain. “Hold your ass hole tight, love” , He told me. As i did it i screamed in more intense pain than before, and as i squirmed and the drop of ice water came across my hind hole, i exploded all of the sudden in the orgasm, pleasure and pain i could feed going through my whole body. “Pity, it would have been over in just another minute, pet. Now I have to insert another one. But you are great fun to watch i must admit” “Everything to please my Master” i replied. He spread my butt chicks and gently pulled the ginger out, and instantly inserted another one. “Hole tight now. That’s right”. But after just a minute, or an hour as it felt to me, i couldn’t hold it any more. “Why isn’t your hole tight bitch? You should obey me in your punishment at least!” He first took a whip and struck my sore ass as i screamed and cried. Then He moved on, and struck my tits, and at last my pussy. i was screaming and crying, but it actually distracted me from the hell burning in my ass. He too, obviously, noticed that, so he stopped whipping me, refilled my pussy with ice and held my butt chicks close together, so it would hurt even more. i came from this again exploding in front of His face, as he was now holding me together, so after this, the third ginger came in. He refilled me again, laughingly, and held my legs again, but this time i made it through the end not coming.

As He released me, He took a leash and connected it with my collar. On a leash he took me to my bowls where i saw a bucket and a little dog blanked next to them. “I don’t think you tried just hard enough today, pet, so I thought i would do a little something for you to help you focus tomorrow” And He tied my leash so i could reach only my bowls, blanket, the bucket and the big cock He left there for me. i woke up my ass hurting even more, and saw him watching me again. “Good dogs get good morning exercises, pet. On your back now, spread your legs.” He didn’t even bother to caress me with his hands first, he just inserted his fingers in my vagina, not yet wet enough to take them. He stroke my pussy with his right hand while pinching and twisting my clit with the other. I screamed in pleasure and pain, as He stopped only to put breast clamps on my nipples, and connect them with a chain. “Open up!” He said, as He put the chain in my mouth. If i moved only for a little, i would tease my nipples even more then the clamps itself did, and i could not help my self with him stroking my pussy and my clit hard. He then turned me around, and told me not to let go of the chain. my breasts were pressed against the floor, so they hurt heavenly as he lifted my ass from the floor. “Would you like me to put lube on there, or do you think you can take it in without it, pet?” i was screaming but could not say a thing since i knew i would get punished even more for letting go of the chain. “Since you’re not saying anything, I will presume that’s a no, love.” And he put his huge dick in her tight and sore pussy. He slapped my butt every time he moved in or out, as i was screaming underneath him. i was hurting so much, but i loved all the pain that came from my Master. i felt that i was all wet, i knew that i wanted Him to stroke my pussy hard again, but i could not talk. And as if He finally had some mercy on me, He put His hand gently down at my pussy as he fucked my ass. i came in an instant, and after a second or two, He came too in my ass. His hot cum filling my ass made me moan in pleasure, and a pleasant shiver ran through my whole body. He got up, turned her around, and said “That’s enough exercise for a morning, love. you can let go of the chain now.” As i opened my mouth, He gave me a gentle kiss, and let me to spend another day trying. And again i didn’t succeed, and again did the ginger burn my ass hole the entire evening. i was proud as now she did it and orgasmed only with the first stick up my ass, so i only had to endure two. i knew that i would be happy to take the punishment, but her Master ordered her not to cum, and i was proud to listen to Him.

i again had my “exercise” the next morning, and again took every bit of my Masters cum up my ass, and it left me sore all over again. i was so scared that my pussy has tightened up so much that the ceramic cock would never fit inside, no matter how much i tried. But finally, just an hour before lunchtime, i succeeded. i knew that i must not scream, as her Master told me not to call for Him, but to wait until he came and saw me. it was big enough to let the tears out of my eyes, crying from pain and from happiness of success, but i did not make a sound. i knew it would only get her a new punishment. i knew she i to wait only till lunchtime, because He loved to watch me eat. But as lunchtime came, He didn’t. And as it passed hour after hour, i grew more and more miserable, but i didn’t move, not to eat, not to pee, i waited still for her Master to come. It was 8 pm. when He finally came. He cuddled me and said “Good, pet, you see you could do it. you can get it out now.” I looked at him lovingly and said “Do i get the ginger in my ass again, Master?” He smiled back and said “No, pet, you don’t”. I took the cock out, and he carried me gently to the bed. He tied my hands on my back, and blindfolded me. He caressed my whole body, with his hands and with ice cubes. He twisted my nipples, but kissed my gently at my belly. He slowly turned me, my ass up, and kissed it. He put lube on it, and gently inserted his dick. “Today you get something way better, love”. He told me gently. Then i felt his hand on my clit and was almost in heaven. my Master was proud of me! He inserted something in my wet pussy, and laughed. In terror, i realized it was a ginger. He started laughing as i started to cry and squirm “Way, way better, bitch!” He roared. He fucked me hard up my butt as i screamed and loved every single bit of it at the same time. “Did you learn something, My slave?” He asked just as i felt i was going to come. “There is no thing too hard for me to do if my Master asks me to, and i should be punished severely if i do not listen to him!” i said, and with those words, we both came together. i had endured my punishment at last, and learned my lesson.

About the Author

love reading bdsm stories so i just decided to write one myself for everyone to read. and i actually got all wet just thinking about what i’m going to write 😉

The Perfect Slave – Part One

My house. 20:30. Wear nothing underneath your coat except corset, stockings and high heels. Be ready to suffer, and expect the unexpected. If you let me down tonight, you will be punished severely. Xxx

Emi read the text message carefully, several times. Expect the unexpected. She was used to getting orders like this from Birch, there was nothing he required that she hadn’t done before, but those few words filled her with a sense of anxiety. That was probably what he wanted, he knew she hated not knowing what was going to happen to her, and if she asked for more clarity, she knew what the reply would be – “You don’t need to know.”
Just before 8 P.M. that night, Emi pulled on a pair of sheer black stockings, checking to make sure the seams up the back were perfectly straight. Birch had once punished her with 30 strokes of his belt for daring to be in his presence with a crooked seam. Now every time she put her stockings on, she remembered that night… She’d been ordered to drop to all fours. Birch had been silent, inspecting her, nudging the inside of her leg with his foot to tell her to spread her legs wider. The air was cool and delicious on her wet cunt as she obeyed. Still, he said nothing. She heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. What would he do? She wished he’d speak. Unable to see, Emi had fully expected to feel the head of his cock pushing into her waiting cunt. He straddled her, but facing backwards, legs gripping her waist tight, standing upright. Emi risked a quick glance to the side to try and work out what he was doing, then her whole body jerked with pain and shock as the first blow from his belt stung her arse and thighs. Immediately, she clenched her muscles to brace against the pain, gasping as he continued methodically and silently thrashing her. He was hitting downwards, not across, and he moved the belt from one arse cheek to the other, making sure that her exposed cunt wasn’t left out. The leather cracked across her most tender area, making Emi cry out, her fingers digging into the carpet. Involuntarily, she humped up her back, and leant forward, anything to escape those cruel blows. Birch spoke then, his voice even but firm.
“If you move like that again, you will get more. Back in your position.”
Obediently, Emi sank back down. She was crying now, quietly snivelling to herself from fear and self pity. Birch took no notice. He simply carried on methodically placing each blow until he was satisfied. Emi felt him step away from her. She imagined him examining her marks carefully, head on one side, like an artist looking for flaws in a masterpiece. She was afraid that, like the artist, he might decide that he’d missed a bit, but instead of a paintbrush, he’d take up his belt again and correct it.
Emi held her breath, not daring to move until he told her to. Apparently satisfied, Birch moved round to stand in front of her. He bent down, putting one finger under her chin and tilting her tear and mascara streaked face upwards. His cock was hard, and Emi knew what he wanted her to do before he spoke.
“Suck,” he commanded, and Emi scrambled to her knees. She loved this part, loved the taste of him, the feel of his cock in her mouth, the weight of his balls in her hand. She loved the way he grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her still, pressing her forward til his cock choked her and she had to fight the gag reflex as he thrust himself down her throat til her chin was pressed up against his balls, her eyes watering, struggling to breathe as he fucked her face.
Abruptly, he withdrew his cock, leaving Emi gasping for breath, wanting it back in her mouth, wanting to taste his cum.
“Stand in front of the fireplace,” he said, holding out one hand. Emi took it, and he pulled her to her feet, steadying her as she stumbled a little. He took both her hands and placed them wide apart on the mantelpiece. He nudged her legs with his foot, signalling her to move them backwards and apart til she was leaning forward, her weight on her arms, legs spread wide, cunt aching for his cock in spite of the thrashing he’d just given her.
She felt him slip into her, whimpering slightly as his thighs pressed against the burning, tender skin on her arse, bracing herself against his powerful thrusts, then pressing herself backwards onto him as he fucked her hard. He wrapped both hands round her throat, bending her neck and arching her backwards until her spine screamed in agony and she struggled to breathe.
“Who do you belong to?” he demanded
“You,” Emi barely managed to gasp
“Who will you always belong to?”
“You!”
Birch pulled her back harder and held her there, quivering, impaled helplessly on the end of his cock. Emi was, as always, aware of the sheer power that emanated from him. She felt wetness fill her cunt as he emptied himself into her, and shuddered with pleasure as she felt her own orgasm build. She kept it to herself though, she knew Birch would punish her for daring to cum without asking his permission first. Her limbs were trembling with effort by the time he withdrew.
“Lick me clean.”
Emi once again sank to her knees, licking the coating of cum mixed with her own cunt juices off his cock. She stood again, feeling the spunk start to run down her legs, but Birch pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. She laid her head on his shoulder, breathing the warm scent of his skin, trying to process what had just happened.
“Your left stocking seam was crooked when you came in,” he said. “The thrashing was a punishment. I’m sure you’ll be careful not to make the same mistake again. Now go and clean yourself up.”
Property, she was just property, a slave who willingly served her owner in whatever way he chose.
Emi shook herself out of her reverie. She must hurry now. She wrapped the black, satiny corset around her body, lacing it as tight as she could. Standing in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, she couldn’t help but stare at herself, transfixed. The corset moulded itself to her curves, accentuating them. Her tits were free and proud above it, before it narrowed down in sleek lines to her now dramatically small waist, then flowing out over the sensuous curves of her hips. Her smooth shaven mound and cunt were framed by the straps of the suspender belt, leading down to the lace tops of the stockings that encased her long legs. She put on her black suede high heels, marvelling at how good she looked – and felt. There was a wildness growing within her, an awareness of her own unbridled sexuality. She was Salome, tempting John the Baptist, she was Cleopatra driving Marc Antony wild, she was Theda Bara, vamping men in silent movies. She was every woman from the dawn of history who knew how to draw on the power of her sex to become a flesh and bone goddess.
As she put her long coat on over her outfit, she knew this amazing energy would start to wither and die the moment she entered Birch’s presence. His own personal power would subtly challenge hers, knowing just how to tame and harness the wildness and defiance that lurked within her, enjoying the game until he had quietly reduced her to the slave who was obedient to his command, who endured the unendurable, and who’s cunt became wet for him at only a word or a glance.
He was leaning on his front gate, waiting, as Emi turned into his street. She checked her watch. 8.29 P.M. – she was on time. He drew himself up to his full height as she approached, opening the gate and holding his arms out to her. Her steps quickened as she hurried to him, feeling as she always did the fierce surge of pride that she belonged to him. He squeezed her tight for an endless moment, kissing her face and hair, before taking her hand and leading her into his front porch.
“You look beautiful,” he said. “My own special girl. Now listen carefully. You will remove your coat here. In my living room are two people who would like to meet you. You will go and introduce yourself to them as my slave. Understand so far?”
Emi felt herself go hot, then cold, as the words sank in. Expect the unexpected. Birch wanted her to expose herself to two strangers. She felt herself shrinking, panic building. Was he bluffing her? He’d done something similar to this twice before, and she’d been so relieved it wasn’t for real that she hadn’t even felt angry with him for doing it to her.
“Understand?” he repeated, his voice sharper.
“I understand.”
“Good. Coat off.” As Emi unbuttoned her coat with clumsy fingers, he continued talking. “You’ll go in, stand in front of them with your legs apart and your cunt in full view, and introduce yourself as my slave. And you’ll look them in the eyes as you say it.”
Yes, Emi thought, He’s bluffing. Still, she had to continue playing her part. He took the coat from her and hung it up. Emi took a deep breath and prepared to walk through to the empty living room.
“Keep your head up, your shoulders back, and make me proud.”
Birch opened the door to the house. Emi could hear the TV on loud in the living room, as it usually was. She straightened her shoulders, pushed the door open, and stopped dead.
There were two people sitting on Birch’s sofa.

About the Author

Hi, I’m Jaena, 37 years old, from the UK. I’m currently in an M/s relationship, and in my stories i often draw heavily on real life experiences for my inspiration. I have also written two non erotic novels that hopefully will become published one day.

The Punishment

You said you would do anything at all to return. Your punishment for breaking the submission will be in 2 parts. Very humiliating and very painful. Are you ready to pay such a high price?

Frankie hadn’t expected to hear from him ever again. She’d tried to make it right, offered to do anything to try and make it up to him, but he’d said it was impossible. She’d had no choice but to accept it. Now he was offering her a chance to return, to redeem herself – but as his slave this time, not just a submissive. Could she take it as a slave, owned property with no choice and no limits? She didn’t know, but she knew she would try. No one else, it seemed, could give her so much pleasure or inflict so much pain as he. How she wished it wasn’t so.
She picked her phone up and replied.

I would like you to accept my submission very much. I’m ready.

She lay awake in the dark, waiting to hear what he required her to do. The humiliation part of the punishment would be extremely difficult for her. It was getting on for 4A.M, but there would be no sleep until he’d replied.

Sunday 04:33 Dom –
Stockings, heels, your leather coat. To the Co- Op. Courgette into cunt & arse. 3 pegs in your pocket for tongue & nipples. Go to Paul’s flat. Ask him for a bowl. With him watching remove coat & squat over bowl. Remove courgettes, lick clean put into the bowl. Put on pegs. Pee into bowl then drink.

Sunday 04:34 Dom –
Remove tongue peg. Paul may not touch you at any time however at this point he may wank over your face & tits. If he chooses to do so you will pull on your nipple pegs hard. You will then remove pegs put on your coat & leave. Do not clean his cum until you are home. Part 1 of punishment complete.

Sunday 04:42 Dom –
If you need to clean his cum off before leaving you may totally humiliate yourself and ask him to pee on you so you can wash xxx

When Frankie awoke next morning, she re-read the texts several times, with a growing sense of anxiety. What he asked was impossible. She couldn’t do it. How could she? She was neither shocked nor surprised at what he demanded, just terrified at the idea. How badly do you want this? A voice said in her mind. She knew this calm, reasonable voice well. It had talked her through a lot of hard things and bad times. If she became his slave that she’d be hearing a hell of a lot more of that voice too. It was the one that made her stand fast and endure, no matter what the rest of her was saying.
As she made herself coffee, her imagination kept playing unwelcome images of what might happen if she went through with it. Frankie closed her eyes and tried to will the mental pictures away. She worked with Paul. How could she go to his house and do this? But how could she not? She picked up her phone, watching her fingers move over the keypad as if they were controlled by someone else, and she was just a fascinated bystander.

Sunday 11:06 sub –
I’ve thought about it, and I’ll try and do it. Does it have to be him, though?

Sunday 11:06 Dom –
Who else is there? And I want pictures of every stage on your phone.

Sunday 11:13 sub –
Ok. I don’t suppose there is anyone else to ask, It’s just awkward having to work with him.

Sunday 11:16 Dom –
Paul it is then. Don’t ask just tell him. Think yourself lucky I made it less humiliating than the 1st version.

Sunday 11:22 sub –
What was the first version?

Sunday 11:26 Dom –
Michelle as witness

Frankie shivered. Michelle was one of her friends, she didn’t see how she could possibly do it in front of her. Paul it was then, and think herself bloody lucky, too.

Sunday 11:33 sub –
You’re right, that would be worse. I’ll do it this afternoon.

Sunday 11:34 Dom –
Good girl. Cum 1st. Keep me informed.

Sunday 12.15 Dom –
More I think of it the more I want a witness to your humiliation there. Xxx

Sunday 12:30 sub –
Is it not enough that Paul will see it? I don’t know how I’m ever going to look him in the eye again after this

Sunday 12:31 Dom –
Yes it’s enough for Paul alone. I told you it would be total humiliation. It will be total pain if you come up here straight after. I’m semi hard just thinking of the moment you reveal your body to one you dislike so much. Xxx

Frankie fought the urge to throw her phone against the wall. She wanted to tell him to shove it, no way was she doing it, but her fingers just wouldn’t make those words. After ten minutes or so she had calmed down enough to compose a reply.

Sunday 12:48 sub –
I can’t come up today. I really can’t even bear to think what it’ll be like to do this in front of him, but I’m willing to do it for you. Xxx

Sunday 12.49 Dom –
Thank you. Can you come up tomorrow tea time? When are you starting your punishment? Do you think he’ll take the opportunity to cum on you?

Frankie had showered in between texts, and by 1p.m. she’d finished applying her make-up. She dressed. Or rather, didn’t dress. She felt cold and vulnerable under her knee length coat in only stockings and high heels, although common sense told her that no-one could possibly know that she was naked if she was careful, it still didn’t take away the dread of being found out in public. One final look in the mirror and she was ready to start the first part of her ordeal.

Sunday 13:26 sub –
Am going to the Co-Op now for courgettes, then take the bus to his house. It will be Thursday before I can come up. I don’t know if he’ll cum on me. I really hope not.

Sunday !3:41 Dom –
Thursday would be great. Give him his instructions before revealing your body. Tell him he has the option to cum on you but no touching.

Sunday 13:44 Dom
Are you dressed as instructed?

Sunday 13:50 sub –
Yes, wearing what you told me to, and dying of cold and fear. Can I wipe the cum off me a bit if it’s on my face or not? Xxx

Sunday 13:51 Dom –
No!

Sunday 13:51 Dom –
Don’t forget phone pics at every stage. Be strong. If you want it badly enough you’ll make it. Xxx

Sunday 13:56 Dom –
Does he know your on your way and why?

Sunday 14:02 sub –
He knows I’m coming down, but not why yet. Going to have trouble sitting on the bus with a courgette up my arse. Can I please put it in after I get off?

This thought had occurred to Frankie as she walked slowly and carefully to the Co-Op, heels loud on the pavement. She avoided eye contact with the people she passed, hoping they wouldn’t notice her. She wanted to shrink, to become soundless and invisible, but all the wishing in the world wasn’t going to make it happen. She had two choices. Give up, or continue. She waited for him to text back. She hoped he’d allow her this one thing, but he would want the maximum amount of upset and humiliation he could get from her. It took less than a minute to get a reply

Sunday 14:03 Dom –
No. Stand on the bus xxx

The Co-Op was a slice of normality, where ordinary people did ordinary things. Frankie wished she was one of them. You could be, the voice said. Just text him, tell him you’ve changed your mind, you won’t do it. Somehow, that wasn’t an option. He wasn’t forcing her, she had a choice. She felt compelled to do this by some part of herself, and that same part found the idea of being his slave and obeying him incredibly erotic.
She chose the courgettes carefully. Smooth, and not too big. She felt embarrassed at the checkout for only buying courgettes. She thought the middle aged woman behind the till knew exactly what she wanted them for. She had to ask for the key to the store toilets too.
In the toilet cubicle, Frankie took her coat off, her nipples hardening immediately as the cold air touched them. Quickly, she took a tube of lubricant out of her bag, fumbling and almost dropping it in her haste. She wanted this over and done with. She covered the smallest of the courgettes in a generous amount, and bent over, willing her tense muscles to relax. Very gently, she pushed the rounded end of the courgette slowly into her arse. She paused for a moment, getting used to the uncomfortable sensation, then pushed the vegetable further in, fighting the urge to clench up and expel the unwelcome intruder. Carefully, she straightened up, clenching the cheeks of her arse now to help keep the courgette in place. She put lube on the second one, and slid it inside her cunt. The coldness was not unpleasant, but the feeling of being filled almost to bursting in both holes was hard to bear. She put her coat and scarf back on, trying to gain what warmth and comfort she could. For safety’s sake, she tucked the end of the courgette between her legs into the top of her stocking, otherwise as she walked it would slip out and fall to the floor.
Frankie let herself out of the cubicle, and walked slowly over to the sinks. The sound of her heels was loud on the tile floor. As she washed her hands, the door opened and an old lady came into the toilets. Frankie gave her the key to hand back in, thankful to be spared going back into the shop again.

Sunday 14:07 sub –
Ok. Am going to bus stop now. Can’t believe I’m actually about to do this. Not going to think about it, just do it. Xxx

Sunday 14:08 Dom –
Good girl. You fully understand what you have to do and what to tell him? How are you feeling? People will wonder why you standing. Courgettes stretching you? Xxx

Sunday 14:12 Dom –
Don’t tell him not to tell anyone. If you do it gives him power over you to blackmail you. If he does tell anyone who would believe him? All you have to say to people it’s his fantasy, nothing to do with you.

Sunday 14:18 sub –
I understand what I have to do and say. I hope no one will believe him. Am shaking so much and I feel sick. I’m really, really scared, but it will soon be over. Xxx

Sunday 14:18 Dom –
Good girl. It will be over very quickly. You have the option to back out now. One chance only. Xxx

One chance only. Frankie paused on her slow journey to the bus stop. Her rational mind told her to take that chance. Why the fuck was she doing this, anyway? And for what? Merely for his approval? So he could have a good laugh about it to himself afterwards and despise her for doing it? Her pride had a big problem with that. But it’s not like that, the insidious, quiet voice in her head insisted, yes, he’s getting pure pleasure at your expense, yes, he’s savouring every moment of your fear, your humiliation. He also really wants you to pass this test, to prove that you meant what you said, that there’s nothing you won’t endure just for him. It’s not just a punishment. At least, that’s what she wanted to believe. Her hopes seemed so fragile, the task too daunting. Yet if she backed out, she would always regret not seeing it through to the end, be plagued until her dying day with ‘if only’s’ and ‘what if’s’. Although many things in Frankie’s world were uncertain and unstable, there was one unshakeable belief. No man had ever fascinated her as much as him. If she was going to be damned, let her be damned by his hand.

Sunday 14:22 sub –
No, I’m going to do it.

Sunday 14:22 Dom –
Welcome to your new slave life. Xxx

The bus journey was a nightmare. Frankie stood because she had no choice, even though the bus was mostly empty. She endured what she felt were questioning looks from the other passengers as she held on to the pole with a death grip. Her phone went off. Another message, but she was too busy trying to stand and keep the courgettes in place to read it. When she got off at the stop near Paul’s house, she stood for a moment, watching the bus drive off into the distance, her breath making vapour clouds in the still, frosty air. Going to be cold tonight, she thought. She set off for Paul’s street.

Sunday 14:33 Dom –
Where are you now?

Sunday 14:43 sub –
Am about to go in. Wish me luck xxx

Sunday 14:44 Dom –
Good luck. No short cuts or cheats. Text me at each stage.

Seeing Paul approaching his front door through the frosted glass, Frankie thought again of the impossible thing she must do. How could she tell him? What if he said no? The idea that he might refuse hadn’t really occurred to her before, but now it was a real possibility. How would she explain that to her owner?
“Nice of you to come down. I don’t get many visitors these days, “ Paul said, as she followed him through to the tiny but extremely neat kitchen. “Not since that bitch turned people against me with her lies,” he added.
He was referring to his soon-to-be-ex wife, Frankie knew, but she had no time to indulge him with a sympathy session today.
“I’ve got something I have to ask you. This is going to sound so weird and shocking, but just hear me out. You know how I enjoy BDSM, and you always want to know more about it?”
Paul was busy spooning coffee into two cups. He looked up briefly. Frankie pressed on, the words tumbling out, not the way she had constantly rehearsed on the journey, but simply spilling out of her. “I need you to watch me do some stuff, take photos of me with my phone as proof for my owner. I’ve been ordered to do this as a punishment.”
She took her phone out, intending to text, not sure what to write, just needing something to concentrate on other than the silence. The sound of the kettle boiling was loud in the small room. Paul hadn’t said anything yet
Frankie shoved her phone back in her pocket, feeling pressure mounting on her. It had to be said, there was no nice way of putting it. Now she wished she’d texted Paul first and told him. If he’d reacted with horror, she could have pretended it was just a joke. No chance of that now. Rapidly, Frankie explained what she wanted Paul to do, stumbling over the words, feeling her face burn red with shame. It was worse than she had imagined. She stared at the spotless beige tiled floor, the shocked silence seeming to grow and take on a life of its own as she waited for his response.
“You mean you’re naked under that coat?” Paul said eventually.
Frankie nodded, still not looking at him.
“Fucking hell. Your boyfriend wants you to get naked and for me to take pics of you, then wank over you? He can’t think much of you, Frank, I’ll tell you that much. What fucking planet is he on?”
“You don’t understand. It’s punishment.”
“You must have committed one hell of a crime, then!”
“Will you do it?”
Frankie just wanted him to say yes, not have a lengthy debate on the rights and wrongs. Paul laughed, a harsh, cynical sound.
“I haven’t got anything better planned for today. Course I’ll do it. I’ve wanted to get you out your clothes for a long time, you know that. I think your boyfriend’s a bastard, though. Get rid, he’s bad news.”
Frankie risked a glance at him. For all his outrage and lecturing, there was excitement in his eyes. There was something unpleasant about Paul, really creepy. She felt angry that he’d said yes. Betrayed, almost. You’re supposed to be my fucking friend, you bastard! She thought. If you were any kind of friend you’d have said no way. You wouldn’t have let me degrade myself like this. But it was typical of human nature. Of all the guy friends Frankie had, she could only think of one who would have refused out of genuine respect for her, even though he’d have wanted to do it.
“Come on then, strip off!” Paul said, closing the blinds.
“Wait a minute.” Frankie got her phone.

Sunday 14:59 Dom –
Has he accepted?

Sunday 15:00 sub –
Yes, this is going to be awful

Sunday 15:00 Dom –
That’s why it’s called punishment. You may take your coat off now. Don’t forget pics. Xxx

“Could I have a bowl. An old one you don’t want anymore,” she said.
While Paul started rummaging through a cupboard, Frankie unbuttoned her coat with stiff, fumbling fingers. She shrugged it off, and stood naked except for her suspender belt, heels and stockings. One of them had a ladder in, just above the knee. She stood rigidly, head turned to one side, away from Paul.
“What the fuck?!” he said.
Frankie knew he meant the courgettes. Wordlessly, she took the old plastic jug out of his hands. He was staring, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes jumping from her tits to her cunt and back again. She reached down and slid the first one out of her, licking her own juices from the skin before dropping it in the jug. She removed the second one from her arse, barely licked it once and it joined the other in the jug. Paul said nothing, but he was breathing quickly.
Moving fast now, Frankie tipped the contents of the jug into the bin. Fuck. She hadn’t taken any pics yet. Once again she got her phone out of her coat, her fingers shaking so much that she sent her owner a blank text by mistake.

Sunday 15:11 Dom –
You just sent a blank text

Sunday 15:12 sub –
I know im in such a state of nerves im having trouble txting properly. Ive done the courgettes in the bowl I cant bear to look at him watching me

Fuck punctuation, fuck spelling properly. This was a situation where commas and capital letters just didn’t matter anymore.

Sunday 15:14 Dom –
If Paul sticks to the rules and don’t step out of line I may let him witness you being flogged next time you need punishment. What’s happening now?

Sunday 15:15 Dom –
You don’t have to look. Keep going, you can do it. Xxx

“We need to go to the bathroom for this bit,” Frankie said, surprised at how normal her voice sounded. The pegs! Nearly forgot that bit. She got them out of her coat pocket, and followed Paul down a narrow passage, her movements jerky and graceless. The bathroom was, like the kitchen, neat and almost sterile. Nothing out of place, no bottles of shampoo or a stray razor on the side of the gleaming bath, everything in soothing shades of pastel green. The act she was about to commit would violate this orderly, tranquil place.

Sunday 15:17 Dom –
I’ve changed my mind. You will look him in the eye from now on. Xxx

Frankie stood in the shower cubicle. She lifted the jug up underneath her cunt, willing herself to pee. Nothing doing. If only Paul would leave her alone for this bit! She looked at him. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans, his eyes never leaving her body. She eventually managed to pee a little, hearing the sound of a belt being unbuckled. She felt sick as she set the jug down carefully and picked the clothes pegs up. The pain as they bit down on her nipples was huge, but she knew that it would be nothing to the pain she’d feel when she removed them. She had the nasty feeling she was supposed to have put them on before peeing in the jug, but it was too late now. She took a moment to compose herself before pegging her tongue. Time to text.

Sunday 15:24 sub –
Please don’t make me look at him please I beg you he taken his trousers off now. Am about to drink piss not easy with a peg on my tongue

Sunday 15:25 Dom –
You will look him in the eye as you drink your piss & as it spill out your mouth onto your body, and continue to do so as he wanks and cums over you. I want you humiliated like never before. Xxx

Sunday 15:25 sub –
Ok as you wish im trying so hard to keep myself together right now

Sunday 15:26 Dom –
Good slave. Make me proud. Xxx

Paul was leaning in the doorway. Naked. Playing with his erection. Blocking her only escape route. She wished her owner was here, felt a sudden anger that he wasn’t. What if things went wrong? What if Paul got too excited and didn’t stop when he was supposed to? How could he put her in a potentially dangerous situation like this? She used the anger to fuel her resolve to complete the task. She’d count the emotional cost later. The photos! Paul hadn’t taken any yet, and she wasn’t suffering through this for nothing. She slid her phone across the carpet to him.
“Get some good pics, please.” The words came out with difficulty. Talking with a peg on your tongue wasn’t easy.
Frankie raised the jug to her lips. She tried not to think of what she was drinking. Images of shipwrecked sailors and lost desert travellers came to mind. They had to drink their own piss when there was no water. Didn’t they say that urine was clean? At least it was her own. Most of it spilled out of her mouth and down over her breasts. The warmth was not unpleasant, and it didn’t taste as vile as she’d thought it would. Frankie put the jug down, and removed the peg on her tongue. This is the last bit, she told herself. Just get through it.
Paul put her phone down and stepped in the shower, but not before he’d rinsed away the piss on the floor of the cubicle. Fastidious to the last. Hopefully he’d be careful not to touch her in case he got any on him. Frankie knelt with difficulty, pressed tightly into the corner. She shut her eyes, until she remembered she had to keep them open. She focused on the plughole in the bottom of the basin. Anything other than look at Paul, who’s cock was uncomfortably near her face. Is this how prostitutes feel? She wondered. Probably. Except they would demand a good deal of money to do the things she had today. She was doing it for nothing other than the approval and affection of her owner – and her own stubbornness, her refusal to give in no matter what.
Paul’s right hand was stroking the shaft of his cock, his breathing heavy.
“Dirty little bitch,” he said, his hand moving faster. “You’d just love to have this in you, wouldn’t you?”
Afraid, Frankie said nothing. She jumped and recoiled when she felt a hand brush her left tit. He touched me! He’s not supposed to! She fought against the urge to push him away and run. Something warm hit her neck, and began running down her tit. She forced herself to remain still as the rest of his spunk splattered against her shoulder and neck. It was over.

Sunday 15:43 sub –
Im out of there now. It’s done. Am in the woods near his place. I need 5 minutes to get my head straight. He wanted to take me home but I can’t stand to be near him right now. I have some cum on my neck and in my hair. I’m covered in my own piss and I’m in a daze. You did totally humiliate me, but I did it to please you.

Sunday 15:44 Dom –
Thank you for doing your punishment so well. Take your five minutes then text & tell me what happened from drinking to leaving & how you feel. Xxx

Sunday 16:06 sub –
I think I spilled more down me than I managed to swallow. I had to kneel down in the shower to do it. He tried to touch my tit at one point when he was wanking. Then he cum and it was over. I got my coat and left He thinks me and you are fucking crazy. I feel awful, really cheap and nasty and ashamed. Yet part of me is so pleased I managed to do it. Xxx

Sunday 16:08 Dom –
I am very, very pleased with you & proud too. He say anything else? He tried to touch you so he won’t be used again. Are you on the bus home now?

Sunday 16:20 sub –
Waiting for the bus. I’m so tired all of a sudden. Can’t wait to get home and in the bath. I’m glad you’re pleased with me. He said it was wrong and fucked up, but it turned him on and he wanted me to come back and do it again for him in a few days. I told him no, that I belong to you, and I certainly didn’t do it for his pleasure.

Sunday 16:23 Dom –
Good girl. You’ll feel better once you’re in the bath & clean. The tiredness is likely to be the drop in adrenalin. Well done. I’m delighted. If you can get through that you can get through anything. Was his initial reaction shocked or surprised? Did he comment when you took them out your cunt & arse or when you drank? Xxx

Sunday 16:38 sub –
He was shocked at first, then he got turned on. He couldn’t believe I came over with courgettes up myself. He got horny when he watched me drink my own piss. I wish he hadn’t touched me, it makes my skin crawl to think of it. Nearly home now, glad the bus is almost empty. Xxx

Sunday 16:50 Dom –
Well done. I know how hard it was for you, that’s why it was punishment and not a task. Just the painful bit to get through now. On Thursday it will be full on pain as punishment. No holding back or allowances. Flogger, crop & belt in sets of 36. Xxx

Frankie let herself in to her house. It was freezing, but she couldn’t even summon the energy required to light the gas fire. Instead she huddled up on the sofa for a while, waiting for the water to heat up enough for a bath. In the end she couldn’t wait any longer to scrub the smell of piss from her body, to rid herself of Paul’s cum. She knew it was only her imagination, but it seemed to itch and burn her skin where it had landed, like some corrosive and deadly substance. The water was lukewarm, and she shivered uncontrollably, but eventually she felt clean again.
Downstairs, she re read her owner’s last text. This she could deal with, and the idea of him inflicting such pain on her was thrilling and erotic. The pain itself would be huge and monstrous, very hard to handle at the time, and it scared her as well as turned her on. The marks she’d be left with would be beautiful – red stripes against her pale skin to start with, replaced by livid dark purple bruises that would gradually fade down to greeny blue and pale yellow. Every time she looked at them, or caught her leg against something and felt a twinge of pain from them, she would think of her owner again, and how he’d left his mark on her.

Sunday 17:30 sub –
I know you will make me suffer. I understand, and although I’m scared I’m determined to endure it for you.

Sunday 17:31 Dom –
That’s my girl Xxx

Sunday 17:46 Dom
Hope you are still viewing today as a positive step forward. With your new status of slave you no longer have daily tasks, from now on, you will be tasked only when I really wish something. Tasks will range from pleasure for you to total humiliation as today. As a slave, refusal is not an option. Refusal will bring dismissal. Do you understand & agree? Xxx

Refusal is not an option. Refusal will bring dismissal. Frankie could not get rid of these words from her head. If she was to do this, then the only limit to what he might require her to do was his own imagination, and that was vast. Even if she did all these things – jumped through his metaphorical flaming hoops, so to speak – no matter how well she did them, or what it cost her emotionally or psychologically, all of that would count for nothing with him if she faltered once and said she couldn’t do something. What was the point? She felt cheated. Why had she just gone through that ordeal for him if at some stage he was planning on getting rid of her anyway? She wished she’d known before, but it was too late now. Maybe it had always been too late. Real D/s wasn’t fun all the time. Slavery wasn’t meant to be taken lightly. The truth of it was pain, suffering and tears. Lots of tears. It was fucking, sucking, multiple orgasms, welts, agony, bruises that took weeks to heal, ecstasy, limbs cramped and screaming for release from their restraints, incredible highs and unimaginable lows. It wasn’t the stylised, sanitised version of it – Sane, Safe and Consensual was the phrase bandied about a great deal – the acceptable, user friendly face of sadomasochism for the internet generation. Yet for all that, the rewards were massive, the bonds stronger and more intense than even the most passionate vanilla pairing. Each partner saw the other one’s shadow side, and embraced it. Frankie was willing to risk all for this and become his willing slave. Maybe this driving force deep within her was all consuming, and would lead to her eventual self destruction, but she never felt more alive and existing purely in the moment than when she gave him her suffering and it pleased him, when he demanded that she drop to her knees and suck his cock, when he inflicted terrible pain on her, or when he held her close and safe afterwards. This was her reality, and she would live it while she could.

Sunday 18:07 sub –
I understand, and agree. Xxx

About the Author

Hi, I’m Jaena from the UK. I’m currently in an M/s relationship, and i often draw inspiration for my stories from real life experiences.