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She didn?t know what to expect from their first meeting and knew him only from instant messenger conversations and the photos he had provided, but because she felt she really knew him by his IMs, an energy in her was causing her to stir and she became wet as she stood outside his door. She adjusted her skirt and raised her hand and knocked on the door. He opened the door wearing loose black clothing and no shoes. He smiled at her as he took her in with his eyes. ?Welcome, ? he said and showed her in. She barely got in the door when he turned to her and kissed her on the cheek. ?Come in and make your self comfortable, ? he said as he made his way to a single chair and sat down. She sat on the couch next to his chair and watched as he looked at her form toe to head, his eyes pausing on her long legs as he brought his line of sight up to her eyes. She bent her head down, turning slightly away from him. She only looked into his eye for a moment, but saw something in them that made her curious and yet somewhat fearful. ?No, don?t look away!? he said in a soft, yet demanding voice. She looked back at him and saw a mischievous smile on his face. He lit a cigarette and then looked at her again. ?Did you wear panties?? he asked. The question was a simple one, yet she was wary to answer him. ?Didn?t you hear the question? Did you wear panties, I asked? She turned away again, not sure if she wanted to answer such a personal question and she was beginning to think he showed poor taste for asking. Though she knew the answer and felt uncomfortable giving it, she knew he would probably ask again. ?I did, ? she answered.
?Turn back and answer me again, ? he demanded. She was feeling uneasy, yet something stirred in her loins and she became wet again as she turned and answered him, ?Yes Sir, I have panties on.? ?Take them off, ? he said softly. Though it was against her better judgment to do so, she reached up under her skirt and hooked her thumbs under the edges and slid them down her legs, over her shoes and finally off. ?Bring them to me, ? he said. She stood and her legs felt weak as she walked the few steps to his side and handed the silk panties to him. She was about to walk back to the couch when he leaned forward and thrust his left hand beneath her skirt and laid his palm upon her mound.
She froze as his warm hand rubbed softly against her clit and he dragged a finger between her lips and felt her wetness.. She tingled as he pressed her clit with his fingertip and then withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt. She stood there with eyes closed feeling herself getting even wetter. ?Sit down, ? he spoke softly as he licked her wetness from his fingertip.
She opened her eyes and moved back to the couch sitting where she had before. It was her scent that made his eyes close and his lips curl up in a smile.
All the while that he sat with his eyes closed, seemingly pondering her aroma, she sat nervously wondering what he would ask of her next. She didn?t have long to wait, as he opened his eyes and looked into hers and said, ?Raise your skirt and touch yourself.? She was soaked as she reached down and raised the skirt up an inch at a time, stopping before exposing her mound to him. She looked to him as she paused and saw his expression hadn?t changed. She wondered what was going through his mind as she finally pulled her skirt up and exposed herself to him. Her right hand let go the skirt and she pressed her fingertips against her sex. Still, his expression remained the same, no look of anticipation or excitement, simply the look of one who watched to see if the other was doing her job correctly. She got a rush, having this man, a stranger but for electronic conversations, watching her touch herself. Her fingers spread her cunt lips apart and she slid one finger inside, then another, finally a third and buried them to the top knuckles. Still, he watched. She dipped her fingers deep into her wetness and her thumb stroked at her clit, her eyes open, nearing an orgasm as she looked deep into his eyes and saw the fire that burned in them. He leaned forward, as if to plant a kiss on her sighing mouth, then reached down to her hand playing in her cunt, and pulled it away just before she was about to cum. ?Your training shall begin as of this moment, ? he said. Her breathing was slowing and the rush was leaving her head, soon she would feel a different rush, from a Master?s hand. He stood and walked over to a cabinet and opened a drawer. When he turned around, even in her heightened state, she froze as he walked toward her when she saw the handcuffs in one of his hands, and leg shackles in the other. In an instant, he reached down and took her by each ankle and quickly locked the shackles about them. Then, he reached for her right wrist and slapped on the handcuff and brought her left wrist below the shackle?s chain and cuffed her tightly. She was bent over, unable to sit back up because of the way he had cuffed and shackled her and she could only bend her head to the side to see what he would do next. She whimpered as he pulled out of his pocket a switchblade knife and snapped it open. He walked up behind her and laid the flat of the knife blade against her cheek and she dared not turn her head away. Tracing it over her skin, he worked it down her neck and finally, under her shirt collar. She was almost ready to scream as he started cutting the material of her blouse away. He worked the knife away from her skin and cut at the seams until the blouse fell away from her body. Next he slid the knife below each bra strap and tore them open, and then she felt the cold steel of the knife against her spine just before her bra strap was sheared in two. Her nipples stood straight out in excitement and she panted for breath as he slid the point of the blade over her skin, over her skirt, and then under it. Her legs naturally parted as she felt the knife edge lightly scraping up her thigh and then he bent forward and looked her in the eyes before holding the hem of her skirt up and sliding the knife edge against it, tearing away the last of her clothing. ?You dressed like a whore for me, that?s why I cut those things from you.? He held the knife against her left nipple and then shocked her enough to make her scream out, as he hit the button and made the blade retract back into the handle. She felt the flat side of the knife whisk over the tip of her nipple and then it was gone. ?From now, forward, you will wear what I allow you to or you will be naked in my presence, do you understand?? She lowered her eyes from his and whispered softly, ?Yes Master, whatever you wish.? ?On your knees, ? he ordered, and she quickly slid her buttocks off the couch and knelt on the floor. He walked up behind her and took a seat where she had just gotten up. Reaching forward, he lay his palm down on her right ass cheek.
?You will never play with yourself as you just did unless I give you permission, ? he softly spoke, ?Nor will you cum unless I wish you to.? She did not answer, because, it was meant to be understood and she knew that. ?You will only exist for my pleasure, and your own if I desire it.? That brought a frown to her lips and he quickly reacted to the look by raising his hand high and bringing it down hard on her soft buttocks, making her cry out in pain. Her cry prompted another reaction. He stood and walked around to the front of her and grabbed a large handful of her brunette hair and pulled her head up as far as it would go, causing her to struggle and again cry out.
She had tears in her eyes as she watched his free hand go to his zipper and pull it down. His cock sprang forth from the opening and he pulled her head toward it. Again, he yanked at her hair and her mouth opened wide to cry another ?Ouch.? As she did, he pulled her head down to place her open lips on his cockhead. She looked up at his eyes as he started to slide his cock deeper into her mouth and saw him smile slightly as her tongue tasted his hot swollen cock. She knew what her Master?s wish was and proceeded to suck on his cockhead and work her way down the shaft, trying to swallow him whole. He pulled her head back and then thrust forward and she gulped his cock down as he now fucked her mouth. She knelt there with her palms flat on the floor and let him use her mouth as he would use her other holes, and she was sure he would too. Tears still fell from her eyes, mostly because she would gag a bit as his cock hit the back of her throat with each forward thrust, but partially for her humiliation, which was now being felt in her mind as well as he crotch. They were actually tears of joy as she allowed herself to be taken so roughly and used like the slut she knew he would make her. He pulled and pulled her face toward him, sending his cock deeper and seemingly deeper and his speed increased. She was struggling to breathe as she realized he meant not to stop until he made her swallow his cum, She closed her lips tighter around his shaft and swirled her tongue over his cockhead as he pulled back and finally, he let his seed go and fill her mouth. She gasped for air as he pulled his cock from her mouth and she licked the shaft clean as she swallowed all of his cum. ?You are an able student My Dear, we shall see how you handle your next lesson soon, ? he said, as he replaced his now shrinking cock back into his pants. He left her kneeling on the floor and exited the room.
He was gone over an hour and she was still kneeling in the exact spot he had left her. She knew instinctively that this was what he expected. Her knees were hurting and she wished for something cool to drink to quench her thirst and wash the taste of his cum from her mouth. She spotted a drink on the small table alongside his chair, the straw aiming right at her, and she could not resist the temptation of taking just a sip. She crawled to it on her hands and knees and put her lips to it and sucked down some of the cool iced tea. She quickly returned to her original place, easily finding her own sweaty hand prints on the shining wooden floor. She felt a little victory at getting her thirst quenched and smiled. Before she could enjoy the spoils too much, her head became dizzy and she dropped her head to the floor to try and stabilize herself. In a moment, she had closed her eyes and passed out. When she awakened, he was back at her side, looking into her foggy eyes and saying something inaudible to her. With echoes, she finally realized he was telling her the tea was drugged with a mild sleeping potion, and that she did not pass the test he had planned for her. Her head spun still as she tried to realize where she was. Looking forward, she could see his face, until he moved away. Then she was looking at the ceiling. Her wrists and ankles were bound again but this time in different style cuffs and she was suspended face up from the rafters with ropes attached through the rings on each cuff. As her senses came back around, she heard other voices whispering in the dark room. ?This slut came to me to learn the ways of a submissive, ? he seemed to be announcing to the room, ?and failed the first test I left her.? She heard ?boos? and hissing sounds and realized there were more than a few people in the dark room, all around her. She turned her head to each side trying to glimpse the occupants of the room, but could only vaguely make out their faces in the dark. ?For that, she must be punished!? he declared. Her head hung back as she watched her new Master, upside down, as he spoke to the room, ?Who here has a suggestion as to her punishment?? A woman?s voice spoke first saying, ?Whip her!? Then a man?s, ?Make her service all here as they desire.? And another man?s voice spoke up, ?Or both!? Suddenly the room went silent and she looked up at his eyes as he pondered his decision.
?Both it is!? he called out. She felt a rush of fear and struggled against her restraints, to no avail. As she turned her head from side to side, she saw there were over a dozen men and women coming toward her.
Most of the men were dressed in black, as her Master, some in leather and all but two the women were nude.
The two who were dressed, were in thigh-high boots and leather corsets. One, with a flogger, the other, with a crop in her hand.
She was paralyzed, spread eagle, suspended about waist high to the others in the room and she looked back to see her Master taking a seat and lighting another cigarette as he prepared to relax and watch the show that was about to begin. The first pain she felt was her hair being pulled back by a beautiful woman who moved up and placed her smooth-shaven pussy lips against her mouth. ?Lick it, ? was all she said. The slave complied and immediately tasted the woman?s juices on her tongue. As she started to service this wench, she felt a hand on her cunt and a thumb rubbing her clit. She swooned as the hand rubbed her and made her wet while she licked the strange woman?s pussy.
Then she felt her hands being held, first one, then the other as hard cocks were placed in them and her fingers made to curl around them. Holding the cocks, she felt the men behind them start to thrust against her palms. The hand at her crotch pressed and poked at her cunt lips until they gave way and she felt fingers sliding into her. They swirled around in her, making her cunt wet and then they were gone. A large dildo replaced the fingers and before she knew it, it was buried deep in her cunt. As the dildo was twisted and shoved in and out of her, the woman grinding her pussy against the slave?s face began rocking against her tongue and then the slave felt her explode against her face, the sweet juices oozing over her mouth and chin.
The woman?s pussy was then replaced by a man?s cock, sliding deep into her hot, wet mouth. The cocks in her hands were pulsing as they slid between her fingers and she gripped them tight as the man before her fucked her mouth. She had her mouth and hands full of cock, all rhythmically rocking in their places, when she felt the dildo slip away from her wet cunt, and suddenly felt the sting of the crop against her wet folds. She would have cried out in pain, but for the cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She sucked and gripped the cocks and felt another sting by the crop, and then another and another, each with more intensity. Her cunt lips burned red as the crop slapped down with each stroke. Her pussy ached, it felt raw and burned, but the pain also felt somewhat good at the same time. The man fucking her mouth increased his pace and shoved his huge cock deep into her throat and she felt him swell just before cumming deep down her throat. She swallowed what she could, and the rest dripped from the sides of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin. As he moved away, she leaned her head back to see her Master still sitting, watching her. The cocks in her hands rocked through her fingers and then she felt the one in her left hand swell and she felt his cum spilling against her arm and hand. As if on cue, as he stepped away, the man in her right hand came on her as well. The cropping stopped and she swung slightly in her bonds as all became quiet again. Her skin now smelled of sweat, cum and pussy and she inhaled the aroma and a slight grin came to her face.
?It seems she enjoyed that, ? her Master said.
?Perhaps we were too soft on her my friends.? Her Master looked over her body and seemed to be signaling someone at her feet, that she could not see. She felt hands against her thighs and then she saw a leather-masked nude man coming between her legs. She felt the tip of his cock against her still damp cunt lips and then he thrust a huge cock deep into her. She tried to bend her head forward to see how large a monster was splitting her in two, but never reached her head high enough before her hair was again in someone?s hand being yanked down. Her tongue was again made to lick a pussy, this time a much larger woman, and she could barely breathe between her thighs. As the cock impaled her, she was made to lick and suck the clit of the woman holding her head against her crotch. With each cock thrust, she was stuffed between the woman?s thighs, struggling to breathe and trying to please her just to get her off her face. Her cunt was being filled and slammed by a long, thick cock and she felt herself nearing an orgasm as it was buried deep with each thrust. Her body swayed back and forth as he stuffed her cunt and he came and suddenly stopped and pulled his giant cock out of her. A sigh passed her lips, but was never heard as she was still lapping at the rubenesque woman with her lips and tongue. She felt her head being held tight against the woman?s clit and teased it until her face was soaked with cum as the woman rocked her hips and spread her juices all over her face. As the woman stepped back into the shadows, the slave again looked back at her Master. He sat composed, watching her as his compatriots used her. The woman in the leather corset with the flogger came up beside her. She smiled as she looked down at the slave?s cum covered face and commented, ?You?re going to make me cum without even touching me sweetheart.? The slave didn?t know what she meant, but suddenly realized the woman was a sadist as the flogger was brought up from the floor and smacked under the slave across her ass and lower back. The stinging cat-o-nine licked her skin and burned in its wake. Her body arched with each strike and she saw her Master grin as she was whipped. More than once, the leather found its way under her and up onto her cunt. The sting making her lips swell and tears ran from her eyes.
While she was being flogged, Three men came up to her, one behind her head and one on either side of her. The man behind her grabbed her long brunette hair and wrapped it around his cock and tugged away at it. The two to her side each took one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard on them while stroking themselves with their other hands. The woman was still flailing her bottom and then to her surprise, she saw the woman pull a growing cock from beneath her panties. She realized then, the other woman was a cross-dresser, a very passable one but for the long skinny cock now growing in his hand. Her hair was being tugged, her bottom was being flogged and her nipples were twisted as these three tried using her to get themselves off. To make her plight even worse, the woman in leather, the real one, moved toward her with the crop and stood between her spread legs. The slave feared her cunt would be spanked again, but the Domme had something else in mind. She turned around and swung the crop and hit the bottom of the slave?s right foot with the crop, then the left. She alternated each foot and soundly cracked the crop against the soles of the suspended slave as the others used her for their pleasure.
The slave was getting dizzy from the pain being inflicted on her and she merely closed her eyes and hoped it would soon end, though she admitted to herself, that she was really enjoying the pain to some degree. As she hung there being used like the slut that she was, she felt something warm splash against her face and opened her eyes to see the cross-dresser spraying his cum into her face. A few moments later, while the CD rubbed the last drop of cum onto her forehead, she felt her chest being warmed by the cum of the men twisting her nipples as each one came on their respective tits. The man jerking off with her hair gave it a hard yank, raising her face up to shoot his cum across her face before he dropped her head and walked away.Then the woman between her legs stopped cropping her feet and vanished into the darkness with her cohorts. She hung there, covered in welts, cum, and sweat as her Master approached her. ?Do you think you have learned to obey me now?? he asked. Her lips could barely part from the sticky cum holding them together, but she managed to open her mouth and whisper, ?Yes Master, I will always obey you in the future.? He looked at the sincerity in her eyes and wondered. He turned away, leaving her hanging still and escorted his compatriots from the room. In the quiet still, she could feel the burning soles of her feet, the swollen lips of her cunt, reddened by the crop, her welt covered ass and the cooling cum dripping away from her. Her mouth had been rubbed raw and her cunt had been stretched beyond anything she knew before, her hands were sticky with cum and the top of her head ached from the hair pulling and face fucking. She started to weep, wanting to be free of her bonds, to be allowed to wash, but most of all, to be allowed to cum herself. It was as if each point of pain connected at her crotch, which pulsed with anticipation. Hearing someone enter the room again made her heart race, mostly from fear, but partly hoping to be used even more. She wrestled with that concept for a moment, then gave into her submissiveness. She leaned her head forward, which took all her strength, and watched as her Master uncuffed her ankles and eased her feet to the floor.
It stung when she tried to stand and she grit her teeth as her Master finally released her from her bonds. He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs away from the basement she had been used in, and guided her to a bathroom and helped her into a tub of warm water. He washed her and offered her a glass of orange juice to clear her pallet. As he washed her he slid one hand down to her cunt and softly stroked at her clit. She relaxed in the warm water and let him play with her swollen cunt until finally, she felt herself about to cum, "May I Master?" she asked. "You may, " he answered. She shook and arched her back as he brought her to an explosive orgasm. When he was done, he stood her up, dried her off and carried her freshly cleaned naked body to the bedroom. He laid her down and covered her with a sheet and then undressed and crawled in beside her. She smiled when they were finally face to face and he kissed her gently on her lips. ?Tomorrow your training will continue, ? he said, ?But for tonight, rest, sleep and feel my warmth against you.? She snuggled against his chest and closed her eyes. As she started to dream, she was back in the basement, pleasing her Master. She slept well that night, anxious for her next day of training to begin, wondering what else her Master had in store for her.