A Date! by HeaterLee and Lusty Vamp email: lusty_vamp@yahoo.com
(Ff, changed into object, caution)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2002 Lusty Vamp
It was just after 7:00 P.M. Saturday evening when my computer alerted me
that I had incoming e-mail. The note was brief and to the point, “We are going
out tonight. Pick me up at 8:30 P.M. sharp!!!”. The message was signed simply,
“MH”. Mistress Heather, or more specifically, my Mistress. You see, I am the
collared slave of the beautiful enchantress, Mistress Heather Lee. She owns
every bit of my 5' 7", 125 pound body. my 36C titties are Mistress
Heather’s alone to do with as she pleases. As is my shaven cunt. I am Hers',
body and soul.
As I read the e-mail, my mind raced. Time, time was
everything now. The clock on my computer screen read 7:03 P.M. ‘It’s twenty
minutes to Mistress’s home, if I’m lucky,’ I reasoned. ‘God damn it, I
only have an hour and ten minutes. Oh shit,’ I thought. ‘Well,’ I thought
‘at least I don’t have to undress.’ You see I was already naked. Mistress
Heather always makes me wear my ‘uniform’ whenever I work on my computer.
First I must be completely naked and wearing 6-inch high heel pumps. Then I have
to wear leather wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as leather cuffs buckled around
the top of each thigh. Between the ankle and thigh cuff I put in place a steel
snap link, in this way I cannot stand. Then I take a 4-foot piece of rope and
wrap it around my waist twice. The ends of this rope are then tied to my wrist
cuffs. After this is all done I must insert a 1-inch thick butt plug into my
ass. Once I am in “uniform” I can work on the computer.
I began to free myself almost before I was done
reading Mistress Heather’s message. I had to hurry. As soon as I was free I
raced for the shower. Turned the hot water valve on full and step into the
shower stall. The water was almost ice cold, but I didn’t have time to wait
for it to warm up, my nipples instantly hardened. I scrubbed myself thoroughly
and then shampooed my shoulder length black hair. And since I hadn’t shaved my
pussy in two days I took my razor and quickly made sure that there was no
stubble. Mistress Heather requires her slaves to have a soft and silky smooth
pussy at all times. And, I wanted to make sure that I would meet her high
standards. When I was done in the shower I stepped out and began to dry myself
rapidly with a large bath towel. Wrapping the large bath towel around my naked
body I ran to the computer screen and saw that I had spent 25 valuable minutes
in the shower. Panicked I raced to my bathroom vanity and grabbed my hair drier.
Turning it on I began the process of drying my hair. my hair was about half dry
when I put the hair drier aside and began to apply my make-up. Heavy lipstick,
mascara, Jovan White Musk.
At least it didn’t take me long to decide what to
wear. Mistress Heather never allows me to wear underwear when we go out, so I
didn’t have to bother with a bra or panties. Quick as I could I found my blue
mini skirt that Mistress Heather likes so well. The skirt is very short with the
hem ending a good ten inches above my knees. As I looked for the skirt I also
looked for my white “slut” blouse. This blouse is very sheer and has elastic
around the mid-riff, which acts a bit like a bra. Needless to say the ensemble I
was about to put on would conceal very little of my well rounded and tanned
body. The outfit shouted to the world “I’m a slut”. It was humiliating to
be seen in public in such attire, but it pleased Mistress Heather. And, that is
all that counted.
Once I was dressed, if you want to call it that, I
still had a few details to attend to. Five inch black heels, gold ankle chain,
and bangle earrings. Last, but far from least, was the fine sliver chain that
went about my neck. This necklace is worn much like a dog’s choke collar would
be worn. The loose end I let hang down towards my ample titties. This chain is
symbolic of Mistress Heather’s collar, and I must always wear it when out in
public.
Now that I was ready I took a long look at myself
in my full-length bedroom mirror. What I saw was a slut. my hard nipples could
easily be seen through the thin material of my blouse. Glancing at the bedroom
clock I was pleased with myself since it was just now 8 P.M. I still had plenty
of time. As I walked through the living room I grabbed my purse and opened it. I
inspected my purse to make sure that it’s contents met Mistress Heather’s
requirements. Two leather wrist cuffs, check. Twelve wooden clothes pins, check.
Twelve alligator style clips, check. One large black dildo and one vibrator,
check and double check. One small, and one large butt plug, check. Everything
seemed to be in order, so I started for the door as fast as my five inch heels
would allow.
I unlocked the door to my blue S-10 pickup and
stepped in behind the wheel. Once the motor was started I noticed the dashboard
clock read 8:05, still lots of time. I shifted the manual transmission into
reverse and started backing out of my driveway. It was then that my
self-destructive nature reared it’s ugly head. I had twenty-five
minutes
to make a twenty minute trip, why in the world would I speed? I still don’t
know where it came from but the first thing I knew there was a police car right
behind me, with it’s lights flashing and siren screeching. As I steered toward
the curb I prayed the car would race on by me. But, I wasn’t going to be that
lucky. As I pulled to a stop the police car pulled right up behind me. I shifted
the truck into natural, set the parking brake and waited. And waited. Finally,
the blond female officer came up to my window. “Do you know,” she started to
say in a not so unfriendly way. Then for just a moment she was stunned into
silence as she noticed how I was dressed. Her demeanor suddenly got considerably
cooler as she started over, “Do you know how fast you were going back
there?”
“Gosh, I wasn’t speeding, was I”, I tried to
be coy. That ploy had worked on male police officers before. But this blonde
bimbo wasn’t buying it.
“I have you on radar going 62 in a 45 MPH zone.
What’s the rush anyway, late for a date?” I could tell that behind her dark
sunglasses she was eyeing me from head to toe as she spoke. Anyway she asked for
and I gave her my driver’s license and proof of insurance. Then she walked
back to her squad car and wrote me a ticket. All I could do for ten long minutes
was sit there in my truck and ponder the punishments that my Mistress would
surely inflict upon me for being late. I can tell you it wasn’t a pleasant ten
minutes, because I knew that Mistress Heather would be pissed. And I always pay
a heavy price whenever Mistress is upset with me. Finally, after what seemed
like hours I was free to go.
As I again started on my way, I noticed the truck
clock read 8:25. All was lost since it was still almost six miles to Mistress
Heather’s beautiful home. There was no way in hell I’d be on time now. The
damning clock shouted 8:42 as I pulled into Mistress Heather’s driveway. I
parked next to Mistress Heather‘s silver Porsche Boxster. I was doomed, yet
for some silly reason I could feel the sexual excitement begin to build between
my legs. Snatching my purse I got out of my truck, and straightened what little
there was of my skirt. At almost a trot, I dashed around Mistress Heather’s
house to the rear door. Quickly I ran up the porch steps to the door and rang
the doorbell. Then I assumed the respectful and submissive position that
Mistress Heather requires. Kneeling, head and eyes lowered and arms behind the
back.
In that submissive poise I waited to be allowed
admittance into Mistress Heather Lee’s realm. One thing that this slave has
learned over the years is how underrated kneeling is as a form of punishment,
especially when done on a hard surface such wood or cement. Anyway, there I
knelt on the hard cement of Mistress Heather’s porch for what seemed like an
eternity. I wanted to ring the bell again, but dared not. my knees began to ache
from the pressure of my weight. Had I angered Mistress Heather so, that she
would make me wait all night? ‘No’, I thought to myself, ‘she has far
worse things in store for this worthless slave girl.’ I felt my pussy lips
begin to fill with passion as I pondered the possibilities.
Then without warning the door was flung open, my
heart skipped a beat, it startled me so. In my submissive position I couldn’t
see Mistress Heather except for her beautiful bare feet. But I could certainly
hear her. “you are late,” her tone was very harsh and cold. Any hope that I
had harbored was dashed. For two long minutes Mistress stood there, finally in
her measured style she ordered, “Well, don’t just kneel there, come in.”
I began to stand when Mistress Heather stopped me.
Her voice was filled with sweetness now as she purred, “honey, did anyone tell
you to stand”? So as Mistress Heather Lee held her door open I crawled into
her kitchen on my knees. Still with my head lowered and hands behind my back. I
dared not look at Mistress Heather but I knew she was watching me closely. As I
crawled toward the center of the kitchen I heard the door close behind me with a
bang. I stopped near the center of the room. From my humble position I could
hear Mistress Heather’s soft footsteps as she walked
around
to stand in front of me. Mistress came to stand just in front of my face. It was
at this point that I realized for the first time that Mistress Heather was naked
from at least the waist down. With my head bowed as it was all I could see of
Mistress Heather was from her naval downward. Her neatly trimmed bush was just
inches from my watering mouth. I felt my juices begin to ooze as I was forced to
stare at her love nest. God, how I longed to feel her soft body tremble under
the assault of my hot tongue.
“What on earth am I going to do with you,
barb,” Mistress almost cooed as she began to berate her slave girl.
“I....I,” I began to stammer.
“Shut up slut, I don’t care to listen to your
jabbering,” Mistress Heather nearly shouted. I immediately fell silent. I
could sense Mistress Heather reveling in her control over me. “Look at me when
I speak to you slut,” my Mistress demanded, and I instantly obeyed. As I
raised my eyes to meet hers I saw that Mistress Heather was completely nude. my
eyes were allowed a brief glimpse of the beautiful body that my Mistress
possesses. my heart began to race as I viewed Mistress Heather’s slim and well
toned female physique. Her pert breasts were so very deserving of my special
talents. Then I was mesmerized by the loveliness of her oval face and cold hazel
eyes. “you are late again, barb,” her voice once again filled with sexy
sweetness, “this makes three times in the last month. What am I going to do
with you?” Mistress Heather continued her lecture, “when I summon you, barb,
you MUST be on time. I can’t stress that enough. Yet, you continue to
blatantly defy me, your Mistress,” there seemed to be a bit of disappointment
in her voice now. “Do you remember how you were punished the last time you
were late, barb?”
Oh gosh, did I remember! Mistress Heather had made
me wear one of those dreadful steel alligator clamps on each of my poor nipples
all evening. I was almost in tears just thinking about the pain those awful
little serrated teeth had caused me. Those cold clamps certainly hadn’t shown
me any mercy as they dug deep into the tender flesh of my nipples. And had that
painful lesson taught this miserable slut anything? Apparently, not!! “Well,
speak up, dear. Do you remember?”
“Yes ...yes ... I remember ... it was awful,” I
somehow stammered, still staring into Mistress Heather’s cold stern eyes. I
wanted to beg for mercy. To plead that it wasn’t my fault. But I dared not to
anger my Mistress further.
“It was so awful that it didn’t teach you a
damn thing did it, bitch?” Shit, how could I argue with that? “And do you
remember what I promised you if you were ever late again?”
Literally, a tear came to my eye as I said, “yes,
Mistress, I remember.”
“Come now, dear, tell me what did I promise you
if you continued your unacceptable behavior?” I wanted to beg for mercy, to
plead that I would do better. But, I knew better, it was no use.
Finally, I summoned the courage to answer the
question, “Mistress ... you told me .... that .... that if I were late again I
.... I ...would have to not only wear clamps on my nipples but .... but ... but,
on ... but on .... my pussy lips as well.”
“So you did at least know what is in store for
you?” Mistress Heather asked almost pleasantly.
“Yes ... yes ... Mis ... Mist ... Mistress, I
knew” I nearly sobbed, still staring deeply into her stern eyes.
“barb, dear, it really does hurt my heart to have
to continue punishing you week after week for your tardiness,” Mistress
Heather went on, “but you really do have to learn this lesson.”
“Yes, Mistress,” was my only answer. But, I
wanted to scream, ‘but, your not ready, Mistress. your not even dressed. you
are late TOO.’ Oh, but I knew better than to say anything like that, I had
learned that lesson well.
“Well, then, hon, take six alligator clips out of
your purse and place them on the floor in front of you. Then you may take off
your blouse.” With trembling hands I instantly obeyed my Mistress’s command.
First, I took out the clips and arranged them as Mistress had ordered, on the
floor in front of me. Then, laying my purse aside, I quickly unbuttoned my
blouse and let it slip from my shoulders, exposing my ample titties. Mistress
Heather couldn’t help but notice my arousal, my nipples were both knotted up
into tight little balls. And, I had to secretly admit to myself that I loved
Mistress Heather’s cruel attention, like a wanton slut, I craved it.
“Okay, hon, please hand me one of your little
friends.” Taking the proffered clip Mistress Heather kissed it. Giving the
cold steel ‘the kiss of pain’ and handed it back. “Now, barb, that kiss
was meant for your left nipple.” Dutifully, I took the clip and placed it on
my left nipple. The pain surged through my trembling body, as the steel teeth of
the devilish clip bit deep into my sensitive flesh. Our eyes were still locked
as Mistress Heather sweetly purred, “barb, dear, would you like another one of
my special kisses?” I didn’t trust myself to respond, other than to hand
Mistress
another clip and nod my head. Again she kissed the awful clip and handed it back
to me saying simply, “Right nipple, dear.”
Again, taking the dreadful instrument I placed it
on my own hardened right nipple. Once more Mistress Heather’s cruel “kiss”
bit deep into my soft and tender flesh. It just wasn’t fair; cold hard,
unmerciful steel against soft female flesh. After the second clip was properly
in place Mistress Heather allowed me to put my flimsy blouse back on. Then I was
ordered to lift my skirt, which I immediately complied with. The ritual was
played out six more times as each of my pussy lips received three of Mistress
Heather Lee’s special “kisses”. my whole inner core was racked by the
unremitting pain that the innocent looking clips caused. “Now, honey, I would
like you to take out your large butt plug,” Mistress cooed sweetly.
‘Oh, god no,’ my mind shouted, even as I
complied. Reaching for my purse, I quickly found the one-and-a-half inch ass
plug and placed it on the floor at my knees.
Then Mistress Heather took my silver chain collar
and pulled my face very close to hers. In this position she looked me straight
in the eye and said, “Listen you little slut, I can’t promise you that you
will learn anything from this lesson. BUT I CAN guarantee you, my little slave
slut, that this is a lesson that you are NEVER going to forget.” I knew she
was right, Mistress Heather is always right! “Now, lean forward and get that
tight little ass of yours high in the air, your knees spread wide like the slut
you are” she demanded. When I had my 36C titties pressed firmly into her
ceramic tile flooring and my ass raised high in the air with my legs spread
obscenely wide Mistress Heather softly said, “Slut, you now have ten seconds
to bury that plug in your asshole.” In my haste, I fumbled around and dropped
the plug. scrambling I retrieved it and quickly had it posed for insertion. I
realized I didn’t have much time left, so without any preliminaries I rammed
the plug all the way home in one forceful stroke. It sent another shock wave of
pain racing through my ravaged body.
“To slow, slut. Pull it out and try again,”
were Mistress Heather’s only words. I could only obey. “Insert it again
slut,” Mistress demanded. Instantly I drove the evil plug deep into my ass,
harder than before. “To
slow slut, pull it out.” Again I obeyed. It came to my mind that Mistress was
watching me fuck my own asshole.
“Ram
it home, slut,” I could almost hear the glee in Mistress Heather’s voice.
Again I slammed the plug home, deep into my ass.
“To slow, you stupid slut. Try again,” she slapped my left ass check
hard to add effect to her words. The blow was so sharp and sudden that it made
me jump. And again, I plunged the evil instrument home.
“Here, let me show you bitch,” Mistress Heather
nearly hissed as she grabbed the tip of the butt plug and nearly tore it from my
poor abused ass. Then three times in rapid secession Mistress hammered the plug
hard into my ass hole and pulled it out just as fast. my whole body was ablaze
with both lust and pain at the same time. Then after a moment, Mistress Heather
slammed the awful butt plug home with such force it flattened me right out on
the floor. The jaws of my nipple clamps were pinched even tighter than before,
and a small gasp escaped my painted lips. Just as fast as possible I returned to
my sluttish submissive position. “Now don’t you so much as move a muscle,
while I get dressed. Do you understand, bitch?”
Somehow I found the strength to answer in the
affirmative. Mistress Heather seemed to be gone for an extremely long time. All
that time, I was left to wallow in my agony. my poor nipples burned like the
very fires of hell. And my pussy lips felt as if they were being prodded by
red-hot pokers. My mind was awash in a sea of flaming misery. My body was lost
in an ocean of torment without bounds. And yet, I knew that this was only the
beginning of a long, long evening, the worst of which was yet to come.
After an eon Mistress Heather returned to stand
before me. She ordered me to my feet, and to pull down and straighten my short
skirt. With my butt plug still rammed deep inside my body I obeyed without
hesitation. As I rose to my feet on wobbly legs I saw that Mistress Heather was
dressed in a most sophisticated looking black satin pant suit. Under her suit
jacket Mistress wore what appeared to be a white silk blouse. For shoes,
Mistress Heather wore a fashionable chunky heeled, three inch black pump. Add to
that the pearl teardrop earrings Mistress wore, and she presented an
uncompromising picture of pure elegance. Brushing my cheek with an
affectionate
kiss Mistress Heather purred in her sexiest voice, “Well, hon, what are we
waiting for? Let’s go to dinner.”
With that she ordered me to stand. I picked up my
purse and stood on legs that were less than steady. Mistress Heather handed me
her car keys and purse as we walked out the door, and I offered her my arm.
Thus, arm in arm, I was led around the house to where our vehicles were parked.
It was understood that I would be driving Mistress Heather’s powerful sports
car. On our evenings out I always acted as the chauffeur. And, we always took
Mistress Heather’s sexy car. As I had been trained to do, I opened the
passenger door for Mistress Heather and once she was properly seated, I closed
it. Then I walked around the car to take my place behind the steering wheel.
That was a bit easier said than done, since Mistress Heather’s car
sits
so low. I’m sure that Mistress Heather got a good look at my bald beaver as I
entered the car. my skirt was way to short for modesty in this situation. Of
course, sitting down in my seat only drove the butt plug deeper into my well
stretched and abused ass. While I started the engine I asked my Mistress where
we were going. “Oh, I don’t know dear, let’s go to Maxine's, okay?”
As if I had any say in the matter, I could only
respond, “Of course, Mistress.” Maxine's is a very fashionable restaurant,
cocktail lounge in our area that is frequented by mostly lesbians. As I drove
Mistress Heather finally queried me as to why I was late. I told her about the
speeding ticket, and explained about the very slow female office that had given
it to me. I explained that I had left home in plenty of time to make our
appointment, had it not been for being stopped by the police. This only led to a
lecture, by Mistress, about time management and how ‘I should have planned for
any eventuality’. I tried to explain that I had spent extra time trying to
achieve just the right “look” for Mistress’s pleasure. ‘honey, it would
have been far better to have come to me naked but on time.’ my throbbing
nipples and pussy lips couldn’t have agreed more. When we arrived at Maxine's
I pulled Mistress Heather’s sleek car up close to the door and stopped.
Getting out of the car I walked, on wobbly legs, around the vehicle to open
Mistress Heather’s door and allow her to exit in her graceful fashion. As she
exited the vehicle she grabbed her purse. Then I went back to the car, got in,
and drove it to the very back of the large parking lot, where Mistress had told
me to park. Since Mistress doesn’t allow me to carry a purse on our public
outings, I took $300 and placed it inside my blouse next to my left tit. Then I
got out and started the long trek back to the restaurant door, where I had
dropped off my Mistress.
It was a long walk, at least 200-250 feet. With
each step I could feel my ass plug rubbing deep inside of me. But, at least it
wasn’t causing me the same anguish that all of the well placed clamps were. As
I walked onward my legs seemed to regain some strength. It was well after dark
now, but the parking lot was very well lit. I must have made quite a sluttish
sight strutting through that lot in my ultra-mini skirt and five inch heels.
But, I was oblivious to everything expect the pain raking my barely concealed
body. And, of course, my amazingly beautiful Mistress.
After meeting my Mistress at the front door, she
handed me her purse where I deposited her car keys and we walked in, arm in arm.
Of course, I held the door open for my graceful Mistress. Every single head in
the eatery turned towards me as we walked towards our table. I was absolutely
petrified that I would lose my plug right then and there. I tensed the muscles
in my ass as much as possible. Needless to say I was really relived once we were
seated at our table. You see, sitting drove my plug deeper into me, but on the
upside, I didn’t have to worry about losing control and it falling out.
Mistress ordered for both of us, almost as if I weren’t even there. A small
tossed salad, no dressing, for me, and chicken al grandee for herself. I must
have given her a quizzical look, because, while the waiter was still within ear
shot, she said, “hon, your getting a little dumpy. We need to put you on a bit
of a diet.” Dumpy. DUMPY!! Such cruel words. Those few words hurt me nearly as
much as the metal clamps that were assaulting my defenseless body from all
angles. Mistress ordered a white wine to go with her chicken. When Mistress
Heather offered me a taste of her wine I quickly agreed. Smiling at me demurely,
she took her second finger (yes, you know the one I mean) and twirled it around
in her wine goblet, then presented the dripping finger to my parched lips. Being
the semi-well trained slave that I am, I sucked Mistress Heather’s “fuck
finger” deep into my mouth. As I licked her finger clean with my hot tongue I
savored the sweet taste of the wine. She repeated this act two more times during
our meal, much to my embarrassment. I was just a slut in public, being used for
her Mistress’s amusement.
After a while Mistress informed me that it was time
to leave. I knew what that meant, and reached inside my blouse for tip money. I
pulled out a $10 bill, and left it on the table. Mistress insists that I leave
big tips when we are out, so that we will be remembered. Sure, like anyone was
likely to forget us. I replaced the wad of bills back in my blouse and escorted
Mistress up to the cash register where I naturally paid the $35 tab. Mistress
enjoyed watching me act like a slut, taking money in and out of my blouse. On
our way to the door, Mistress, informed me that we were now on our way to E.G..
Thornbury’s, which is a lesbian bar in town.
At the front door Mistress and I again momentarily
parted company as I went to retrieve the car. Again I made the long trek though
the parking lot. Alone in my throbbing agony. When I pulled the sports car
alongside Mistress Heather I hopped out and dashed around to open her door and
close it. How amusing that must have been to any observant bystander. I drove to
T.J.’s and again let Mistress Heather out near the front door. Once more I had
to run around the car to open her door. Then I parked as before at the very rear
of the parking lot and walked back to where Mistress Heather was waiting. I then
escorted Mistress Heather up the front walk. Again carrying her purse I held the
door open as we entered the lesbian bar. It was by now almost 10:45 P.M. and the
party atmosphere of the place was in full swing. The music was loud, with a
beat, which under different circumstances would have made me want to swing my
hips. Suddenly I heard a shout, “Hey Heather, over here.” Out in the crowd
of tables I saw a dazzling brunette signaling Mistress Heather toward her.
Mistress steered me forward to the table. The stunning brunette stood up as
Mistress and I approached. The two women embraced as they met and exchanged
quick kisses on the cheek.
“How very nice to see you Madame Leslie, it was
kind of you to come.” my Mistress said as the two females continued their warm
embrace. After a minute of chit chat that I couldn’t hear Mistress and Madame
took seats at the table. I also pulled out a chair and started to set down
beside Mistress Heather. If looks alone could have added more clips to my
already ravished body Mistress Heather’s look at that moment would have added
dozens, at least. She nearly spat in my face as she hissed, “Did anyone tell
you to sit, you stupid slut?” In answer I just sprang to my feet. It was then
that I noticed the short haired blond standing behind Madame Leslie. She was
about
my age and size. Maybe an inch taller and just a bit lighter in weight. So she
was probably 5'8" and 120 pounds. And she had just the cutest blue eyes. I
have never seen eyes that sparkled so. She was dressed almost as outrageously as
I was but not quite. Her skirt wasn’t as short and her knit top wasn’t
nearly as revealing. She also wore black nylon stockings which I learned later
were seamed, and 4 inch heels. And, I learned later that her name was Susanna.
For just a moment I sensed that I knew this woman. There seemed to be something
familiar about her.
As Mistress Heather and Madame Leslie continued
their conversation I noticed that Madame Leslie would occasionally glanced up at
me and nod her head, as if agreeing with something that Mistress Heather had
said. As they talked, Mistress Heather ordered me to get them both a glass of
champagne from the bar. I immediately obeyed. Walking quickly to the bar I
placed the order with the female bartender. While I waited, I got out my money.
Of course, this meant that I had to again slip my hand inside the bodice of my
blouse, just as I had done at Maxine's. When the drinks were ready I paid and
tipped the bartender then after replacing my money I took the drinks back to the
table where Mistress and Madame were waiting. At the table I served the drinks
much as if I were a waitress. While doing this I caught a glimpse of Susanna out
of the corner of and my eye. She was actually smirking at me. Just as if she had
something to feel superior about. Having performed my required task, I returned
to my standing position beside Mistress Heather. There I assumed a somewhat
submissive position; that being head lowered, hands behind my back and feet
slightly spread. After some minutes I heard Madame Leslie ask, “Is she well
trained?”
Mistress Heather didn’t answer Madame directly.
Instead Mistress turned towards me and quite crisply ordered, “Slut, turn
around and bend over.”
While I never even contemplated disobeying, my
first thought was, ‘holy shit, my skirt is to short to do that without showing
everything I’ve got.’ But, before that thought had completely run through my
mind, I had turned around and bent over, in compliance with Mistress Heather’s
order. There I was bent well over without panties. And my skirt didn’t even
begin to hide my tight little naked ass. Or worse the plug that was buried deep
inside my ass. And I am sure that the clips on my tender female lips must have
been plainly visible to everyone. Suddenly the silence of the room was
deafening, as the male DJ stopped the music. You could have heard a pin drop, as
every head in the room turned in my direction. Every eye gazed upon my
humiliation. Almost causally Madame Leslie said, in her sweet sexy voice,
“Gosh, I guess THAT answers my question.” All I could think was, ‘yea, I
guess it does.’ Mistress Heather only smiled. The pain that attacked my
defenseless body was nothing compared to the
Mistress Heather’s hard slap to my bare ass
suddenly broke my trance like state. Again, she slapped it hard and hissed,
“Stand up bitch.” Of course, I immediately obeyed. I quickly stood and faced
my Mistress. I didn’t dare try and adjust my skirt. At that point, I guess it
didn’t matter much if it fell back into place or not. Madame Leslie I noticed,
was saying something to her slave Susanna. A small tight grin began to slowly
creep across Susanna's lovely face. The bitch was actually smirking at me, at my
humiliation. I could hear snickers and giggles coming from all around, as the
other patrons enjoyed the show that Mistress Heather forced me give. I could
feel my passion building despite the situation. Then Mistress
ordered
me to take the large vibrating dildo out of her purse. my heart just sank though
the floor. How could she do this to me? How could she treat me so terribly? She
could and would do it because I’m a slut. I am HER slut. She could do it
because I am her slave slut. And, she KNEW I’d obey. And I did obey,
instantly. I picked up Mistress Heather’s purse from where it lay on the table
and opened it. There, I found the device that would complete my humiliation. The
dildo was about 2 inches thick and a foot long. I grasped the evil instrument
and pulled it out of the handbag then closed the purse and replaced it on the
table. Mistress Heather motioned me to give her the dildo, which I did. Soft
sensuous and erotic music again began to play over the sound system. Reading
Mistress Heather’s mind I slowly began to lift my skirt in front. It didn’t
take long to bare my clean shaven pussy to the obvious delight of the onlookers.
And, of course, that bitch, Suzanne, had a front row view to my shame.
Mistress Heather raised the large vibrator to her
lips and kissed it tenderly. I watched intently as the fake cock met her
sensually pouty lips. Ours eyes met and locked. Her gaze bore deeply into my
feminine soul. Suddenly, I was oblivious to world around me. Without thinking I
spread my legs at least three feet. I could feel my cunt gaping wide open, I was
soo turned on. Mistress Heather smiled her sexy sweet smile still staring right
into my female soul. Turning the vibrator on “high” Mistress Heather began
to slide it back and fourth along the entire length of my slit. my belly turned
to jello. my body quivered as the erotic pleasure racked my all but naked body.
The awful pain that had ravished me only minutes before, now only a distant
memory. All that seemed to matter was the passion raging though my body. I
spread legs slightly wider to allow Mistress Heather better access to the center
of my being.
Suddenly, without warning, Mistress Heather rammed
the vibrator deep into my soaked pussy. It startled me more than anything.
Mistress left the device buzzing merrily away, buried in my love hole. God, how
I needed relief. Mistress Heather must have sensed it too because she coyly
commanded, “Don’t you dare orgasm without my permission.” Then as if I no
longer existed Mistress Heather continued her conversation with Madame Leslie. I
was left to endure as best I could. I closed my legs tight trying to lock the
vibrator inside me. For I knew very well that should I allow the vibrator to
fall out Mistress Heather would find someway to make my humiliation even more
complete. Yes she would, she’d find someway. The lust continued to build deep
in my loins. Involuntarily I began to sway my hips in rhythm with the beat of
the music. Every nerve in my body was assaulted by either pain or
pleasure.
As I tried valiantly to control my lust Mistress Heather looked at me and coyly
said, “Why don’t you take Suzanne out on the dance floor?” To answer my
unspoken question Mistress Heather added, “If you feel the need to orgasm
signal me by pinching your left nipple. I will nod my head to grant
permission.” It was an order. The bitch, Suzanne, was still smirking as I
moved to her side and took her arm to guide her out to the dance floor.
As we were about to step onto the dance floor
Suzanne spoke for the first time. “So, tell me hon, were you late for your
date?” my knees went weak and I stumbled just a bit as her words exploded in
my mind. ‘Late for your date .... late for your date.’ The words echoed
through my mind. Rage filled my heart as it slowly dawned on me just who Suzanne
was. She was the reason that I suffered now. She was the reason that I wore
Mistress Heather’s cruel clamps. She was the reason that I was being so
humiliated this evening. She was the female police officer that had caused me to
be, ‘late for my date.’ And still she smiled her little smirk at me. Fury
over took me. I wanted to pull Suzanne's blond hair out by it’s black roots. I
wanted to claw her beautiful eyes out. I wanted to make her suffer as I
suffered.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Even if I could, I
had better not. In as controlled and sexy voice that I could muster under the
circumstances I replied, “Yes, dear I was late for my date. As you very well
know.” Suzanne only smiled her hateful little smile, as we stepped onto the
dance floor.
I noticed for the first time that the dance floor
was empty. Apparently, all the other patrons were busy watching the drama that
was being played out in front of them. As Suzanne and I both began to dance I
felt the vibrator slip an inch out of me. I instinctively clinched my muscles in
an effort to keep it in. The shifting position of the vibrator sent new waves of
pleasure shooting through my body. my whole lower body was a mass of tensed
muscles as I danced as seductively as possible. And, yet the fires of lust and
passion raced uncontrollably throughout my ravaged body.
As Suzanne and I danced I couldn’t help but
notice what a seductive dancer she was. And, her moves were so suggestive. She
moved her hips sensually from side to side in rhythm with the erotic music. She
moved her hands provocatively about her waist. First, running them around her
well formed ass and then down her shapely legs and back up. Then she would run
her hands down around her inner thighs and then back
As we danced the vibrator stuffed deep between my
legs continued to send shock wave after shock wave of pleasure cascading though
my body. I felt the devilish device slip out another inch. It took all of my
concentration to keep it inside of me. God, how I needed to orgasm. I looked
over to where Mistress Heather sat, the smile on her lips made it oblivious that
she was enjoying the “show”. Seeing that I had Mistress Heather’s
attention I pinched my right nipple. Just touching my nipple damn near brought
tears to my eyes. But, then I actually had to pinch the poor thing. And, I did,
I pinched it hard. So hard that a little gasp escaped my lips. To my dismay
Mistress Heather’s only response was to continue smiling at the “show”. my
need was building almost to the breaking point. I needed relief so bad. But, I
knew
Suzanne must have sensed my distress. Or, maybe she
wanted to add to it, I don’t know. Anyway, Suzanne began to dance directly in
front of me. she was seductively swaying her provocative body right next to me.
So close, in fact, that our tits brushed together. Just that gentle touching
sent flashes of pain racing though my body. Looking back over at Mistress
Heather I again asked for permission to orgasm, by pinching my right nipple.
This time she shook her head no.
As Suzanne and I danced almost cheek to cheek I
felt one of her legs come
Then I realized what a really stupid slut I really
am. Though the ecstasy that filled my mind I heard Mistress Heather say, ’If
you need to orgasm just pinch your LEFT nipple.’ Left nipple, LEFT nipple;
that is all I had to do was pinch my LEFT nipple, not the RIGHT one. I had been
pinching the wrong nipple, no wonder Mistress Heather couldn’t grant
permission for me to orgasm. What a stupid slut I am. I looked at Mistress
Heather and mouthed the words, ’please, I am begging you,’ as I pinched my
LEFT nipple. Mistress Heather shook her head NO! Again I tried, this time not
only pinching my left nipple but twisting it as well. The pain shot though me
like a rocket. Suzanne again bumped her knee into my pussy. But though the fussy
haze that
I instantly began to cum. my whole body shook. my
legs trembled, thankfully, Suzanne helped support me. my hips bucked wildly as I
furiously came. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped my lips. My mind was a blaze of
multi-colored flashing lights, as I came over and over, one wave of pleasure
crashing into the next. Suzanne, bumped her leg into my cunt again and my orgasm
continued with renewed force.
“Sssshhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” I nearly
shrieked, as my orgasm overwhelmed me. Finally, the orgasm began to subside, I
felt drained. Suzanne, graciously helped me off the dance floor. As we left the
dance area, the lounge exploded in loud, thunderous applause. Apparently
everyone enjoyed the show. I had regained some composure by the time Suzanne and
I got back to Mistress Heather’s table. Mistress Heather and Madame Leslie
seemed very pleased as Suzanne and I took our respective places beside our
Owners.
Madame Leslie smiled at us as we approached and
said, “Well done girls, very well done.” Then Madame Leslie stood and
embraced Suzanne, drawing her tightly into her arms as she kissed her
passionately on the lips. It was a deep soul kiss that lasted for a long time.
When Madame Leslie broke the embrace Mistress
Heather stood-up and told me to leave a tip. I reached into my blouse and pulled
out the first bill I touched, it was a twenty, and dropped it on the table. That
done, Mistress Heather said, “Now lets leave.” As we walked out I again held
the door for everyone. Outside Mistress Heather gave me Madame Leslie’s car
keys and ordered me to retrieve it. After obtaining a detailed description of
the auto I scurried off to get it. Naturally, it was parked at the very rear of
the lot. During the lonely walk my feet began to ache, or at least I realized
how much they hurt. It just added to my misery as pain was being emitted from
every corner of my body. And while the vibrator was still
I backed out of the parking spot and drove it to
where my Mistress was waiting . as I pulled the car to a stop Suzanne walked
around to the drivers side. I got out of the car and Suzanne slid into the
drivers seat, then I closed the door. Walking around the car to where Mistress
Heather and Madame Leslie were standing I opened the door. Madame Leslie took
her place and I closed the door. Then I went to fetch Mistress Heather’s car.
When I returned with the car I noticed that Madame Leslie and Suzanne were still
parked where I had left them. I pulled up behind them and helped Mistress
Heather into her luxury automobile.
As I started to drive though the parking lot Madame
Leslie’s car followed. Mistress Heather then informed me that she would be
spending the night at my house, as would Madame Leslie and Suzanne. my heart
skipped a beat. While I had certainly cleaned house just today, I knew that it
would never pass Mistress Heather’s inspection, it never did. There was sure
to be a price paid, and I’d be the one to pay it. I just prayed that I could
stand the price tag.
After a twenty minute drive I turned into my
driveway and stopped the car. Quickly I opened the car door and walked around
the open the door and help Mistress Heather out. my legs were still trembling
from the ordeal I went through at the bar. Just as I opened Mistress Heather’s
door and began to help her out, Madame Leslie and Suzanne arrived. They parked
in the driveway behind Mistress Heather’s high-powered Porsche. I knew that
I’d be required to strip once we were in the house. So I began to unbutton my
blouse as I walked Mistress Heather to the door. By the time we reached the door
the front of my blouse hung completely open. I fumbled for the door keys and
found them. With shaky fingers I opened the door and held it, as
As I knelt naked in my own living room I could feel
my whole body throb. For just a second I glanced at my poor abused nipples. They
were both swollen and puffy from the abuse they had taken all evening. I
imagined that my pussy lips were about the same. I watched closely as Mistress
Heather inspected my home, she didn’t look pleased. While I watched and
pondered my fate, I heard Madame Leslie order her beautiful slave girl Suzanne
to strip. I watched transfixed as Suzanne pulled her top off over her head. I
licked my lips as her ample titties sprang into view. While Suzanne was
stripping Madame Leslie seated herself on the living room sofa. Suzanne quickly
unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her firm, round ass
and long shapely legs. After Suzanne had removed her clothes Madame Leslie
ordered her to kneel beside me. Mistress Heather now took her place in my big
over stuffed leather reclining chair. Once Mistress Heather had seated herself
comfortably she ordered me to remove my ass plug and vibrator, which I did at
once, laying them both on the floor beside me. I prayed that she would also
allow me to remove the clips that were causing me so much pain. But, alas there
was no mercy in Mistress Heather’s heart. Instead she ordered, “barb, honey,
would you be so kind as to get into your ’uniform’? And, while you are at it
put on your 6 inch heels!” It was
an order that I dared not disobey. I almost jumped to my feet and scrambled off
toward my bedroom. my uniform didn’t amount to much. Alone in the bedroom I
kicked off my 5 inch heels that I had been wearing all evening and replaced them
with the 6 inch heels my Mistress had ordered. Then I opened the dresser drawer
with all of my
Returning to the living room I noticed that
someone, no doubt Suzanne, had turned on my stereo and had a Mariah Cary CD
playing softly. Suzanne had also lit several scented candles while turning off
the lights. The soft lighting and music made for a very erotic scene. In my
absence Madame Leslie had removed her dress. She was clad in only a silky black
lace bra and matching throng panties. Madame Leslie presented the perfect
picture of female dominance as she reclined comfortably on the sofa, propped up
by a couple of pillows. Madame’s slave girl, Suzanne, looked very exciting as
she knelt before Madame Leslie naked save for black seamed nylons, garter belt
and heels. Suzanne's lovely titties heaved just a bit as she breathed. Her
nipples were hard little nubs. Suzanne's short blonde hair seemed to shimmer in
the flickering light of the candles. Kneeling as she was, knees slightly spread,
wrists crossed behind her back, titties thrust well forward, and head lowered,
Suzanne presented an exciting portrait of female submission.
Walking to where my Mistress sat I dropped to my
knees before her. I assumed the same submissive position as Suzanne. Mistress
Heather didn’t speak for a long time. As I knelt in my submissive pose I
couldn’t help but hope that my ordeal would soon be over. And, looking back on
it I suppose that is just what Mistress Heather wanted. As my naked body
languished in it’s agony I wanted to beg for mercy, promise anything. But, of
course, I had made many promises before, many, many promises. And, all those
promises had been broken. That is why I was being punished so severely; I just
wouldn’t learn my lesson. Finally, Mistress Heather broke the silence with her
sweet sexy voice. “You have not learned a damn thing, have you, barb,” she
sternly stated. She continued, not giving me a chance to answer, “you
really
except me stay in this pig sty.” The words hit me like a brick, I thought my
home was impeccably clean. Gees, I had just vacuumed, dusted and washed the
dishes. I had picked up everything and even taken out the trash. The bathrooms
were spotless, what did I miss? As if she had read my mind Mistress Heather
said, “There is a dirty coffee cup and spoon in your kitchen sink.” my heart
sank another notch. “And,” she continued, “just look at the newspapers
piled up there under the end table. The dust on the TV screen is an inch thick.
And just what is that dirty paper cup doing on the coffee table?” Mistress
Heather paused a moment then went on as she pointed at the clothes and sex toys
I had left laying on the floor, “And, what have I said about picking up after
yourself?” At this point she ordered me to stand, which I did instantly. At
the same time Mistress Heather rose from the chair she had been setting in. We
stood face to face, the Mistress and the naughty slave girl.
Without warning Mistress Heather slapped me
hard across the face. The blow was so hard that I almost lost my balance and
fell. “Please Mistress,” I dared to stammer since I didn’t know how much
more I could take.
Looking directly into my eyes Mistress Heather
said, “I was prepared to show you a bit of mercy but you have spoiled it.”
She didn’t fool me. I could tell from the cruel smile on her lips that mercy
was the last thing she had on her mind. And, I couldn’t fool myself either.
For deep in my heart mercy was the last thing I wanted. Mistress Heather knew it
too!! Mistress Heather knows everything.
As I stood motionless Mistress used her fingers to
lightly play with my nipple clamps. Just her light touch once more sent waves of
agony crashing throughout my naked body. Then my Mistress Heather coldly stated,
“Don’t you dare move a muscle slut.” I braced myself for the unexpected.
Without warning Mistress Heather opened the jaws of the alligator clamp that had
imprisoned my left nipple all evening. And, as anyone who has worn nipple clamps
for any length of time can attest, taking them off is often more painful than
putting them on. my mind was suddenly scalded by the searing agony that hit my
defenseless body. I screamed out loud as the pain hit me.
my
body jerked and shuddered in an effort to ward off the unbearable pain.
Instinctively both of my hands reached for my injured nipple. Gently I tried to
sooth it as best I could.
Mistress Heather only smiled and ordered, “Put
your hands back this instant, slut!” With a tear in my eye I quickly complied.
Taking a short leather strap from her purse Mistress Heather stepped behind me.
I could feel her passing the leather strap through the rings of the wrist cuffs.
As she did this Mistress Heather said, “Since you can’t follow orders on
your own I will help you.” After she passed the strap through the rings in my
wrist cuffs she also ran it through one of the rings in my slave collar. This
forced me to raise my wrists up to the middle of my back. When Mistress Heather
was satisfied with the position of my wrists she buckled the strap. Thus, my
arms were trapped uselessly at the middle of my back. Finished with her little
task Mistress Heather stepped back in front of me.
“Now what did I tell you before, pet?” Mistress
Heather sweetly cooed as she toyed with my right nipple clamp.
“I am so sorry Mistress,” I begged. “You told
me not to move.” Again I tried to brace my body and soul for the mind boggling
pain that I knew was coming. But, as prepared as I was the agony was still
unbearable when Mistress Heather freed my right nipple from its trap. While I
did manage to control myself better this time, a short shrill shriek still gave
evidence to my agony. And, yet I could feel myself getting wet all over again,
odd huh? Involuntarily my imprisoned arms tried to react to my punishment, to no
avail. In just a second I regained my composure, and stood perfectly still.
“Well,” Mistress Heather began to purr, “ had
my little pet followed orders, I had every intention of leaving those cute
little clips on the coffee table for the rest of the night. However, I think you
will agree that you have failed.” As tears began to fill my eyes I could only
nod my head in agreement. “SO,” Mistress Heather went on, “I decree that
you will wear them for the rest of the evening.”
As Mistress Heather spoke I sensed movement off to
my right, where Madame Leslie and her slave girl, Suzanne, had a front row seat
to my plight. Shortly the sweet sounds of female passion began to come from that
direction. I had no doubt Madame Leslie was enjoying the pleasure that Suzanne
had to give her. Mistress Heather soon brought me back to reality as she snapped
my left nipple clamp back in place. Every nerve in my body screamed. But,
somehow I remained motionless, well almost. Then the clamp for my right nipple
was snapped back into place. Bolts of red-hot agony ripped through me like the
very fires of hell. My knees nearly buckled, but somehow I remained standing.
“Now tell me, barb, why are you being punished
tonight,” my Mistress asked.
“I ... I ... I was late, Mistress,” I somehow
managed to reply. Mind numbing pain slammed into my brain like a sledgehammer,
as my Mistress opened the jaws of one of my nipple clamps and immediately let it
snap closed again. My tears began to flow freely as my body jerked wildly trying
to fight off the awfulness of the attack.
“Spread your legs wider, slut,” was
Mistress’s only comment. The pain was suddenly replaced by the pure pleasure
of Mistress Heather fingering my slit. Her finger came away wet. Presenting her
“fuck finger” to my lips, I began to lick it clean. As I sucked my own
female juices from Mistress Heather’s finger she coldly stated, “You love
this treatment, don’t you barb?”
Before I could answer Mistress Heather again opened
one of my nipple clamps.
“EEEWWWWWOOOOOOO,” I screamed as I twisted and jerked trying in vain
to escape the searing pain. I no sooner settled down than I was forced to emit
another high pitched shriek as Mistress Heather snapped the dreadful instrument
back in place on my nipple. Then moved back to her chair.
“Well, bitch.”
My mind raced, ‘Well what? .... well what? ...
well what was the question?’ I tried desperately to compose my thoughts.
“Naa ... naa no .... no I don’t Mistress,” I finally lied. Through the
inferno of agony that filled my world I noticed that Madame Leslie and her slave
girl, Suzanne, were intently watching the scene being played out before them.
“Gees, that isn’t the story that your pussy
tells me,” Mistress Heather smirked. And it’s true my well soaked pussy
betrayed me. My quivering, gaping pussy told my darkest secret. I did love it, I
craved it. Continuing, Mistress said, “In fact you almost force me punish you
don’t you, barb? You go out of your way to be naughty don’t you, barb?”
“Na ... no ... no ... ye ... yes ... I yes ... I
don’t know, Mistress,” I
whimpered,
nearly sobbing.
“Come here and kneel, bitch.” As I scrambled to
comply Mistress continued, “ Why, is that, barb? Why do you love this
treatment so?”
“I ... I ... I don’t know Mistress. I guess
because I’m a slut,” I meekly murmured.
“Speak up, slut. I don’t believe our friends
can hear you.”
“Because I’m a slut Mistress,” I repeated
more confidently. I knelt with my poor abused titties thrust well out, within
easy reach of Mistress Heather. Innocently she began to toy with the horrible
clips that tortured me so. I instinctively shrank back. Mistress Heather gave me
a hard cold look, and I summoned the courage to resume my position, with my
titties pushed well forward.
my Mistress then continued to play with my nipple
clips as she spoke. As she did so I began to beg,
“Please, please ... no more ... Mistress I’m begging ....you ...
please ... have mercy ... I can’t take ... I can’t take anymore.” SNAP and
just that fast a clamp was opened. And, before my body could react, SNAP, the
clip bit back into my puffy and swollen nipple. The shriek that escaped my lips
was ear piecing.
“you will TAKE exactly what I give you, slut,”
Mistress Heather hissed.
“OOOooohhhh god, please have mercy, Mistress,”
as I pleaded Mistress Heather continued to twirl her finger about my injured
nipples.
“You love this don’t you, barb?”
“Y ... ye ... yes .... Mistress I .... I love
it.”
“Why do you love it, barb?”
“I ... I ... I ... I’m a slut ... because I’m
.... because I’m a slut .... Mistress.”
“And just whose slut are you, dear sweet barb?”
“Yo ... your slut, Mistress ... I’m your slut
... your slave slut.”
“And as my slut you’ll take any punishment I
feel you need in order to make you a better slave correct?”
“Yes ... yes Mistress, any punishment at all,
Mistress.” In the wink of an eye Mistress Heather OPENED and then let CLOSED
both of my nipple clamps. The evil steel teeth of the alligator clamps showed my
abused nubs no mercy at all. I screamed out my sheer agony. My bondage held me
tight as I hopelessly violently withered and twisted trying in vein to escape
the awful unbearable pain. I fell over onto my side. One of my nipple clamps
roughly hit the floor as I flopped over and sent new shows of red-hot agony
streaking through my body. Or was it pleasure, I don’t know, I just don’t
know.
“Now my pet,” Mistress Heather began again,
“you have 15 minutes to make this dump you call a home presentable. Do you
understand?” I could only nod my head. Taking a hold on my upper arm Mistress
Heather forced me to stand and turn around. Then she freed my arms from their
bondage. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief she reattached the
strap in such a way that my wrists were bound together. I was left with about 4
inches of slack between my wrists but they were still bound behind my back. This
limited freedom would make my tasks quite difficult, but not impossible. With
that Mistress Heather gave me a slap on my bare ass and told me to get busy, the
clock was ticking.
And busy I certainly did get. Quickly I walked over
and knelt beside the clothes I had left laying on the living room floor. It was
difficult, as I had predicted, to pick them up with my hands locked behind my
back as they were, but I did manage to reach them. And, at the same time I
picked up the little sex toys that had so recently stuffed me. Then I picked up
the paper cup from the coffee table. On my way to the bathroom I dropped the cup
in the kitchen trash container. Then I walked directly to the clothes hamper in
my bathroom and deposited the clothes. Returning to the kitchen, I placed the
ass plug and vibrator in a plastic bucket under the sink where they would stay
until I had a chance to clean them. With some difficulty I was able to open the
dishwasher and with some more effort got the coffee cup and spoon out of the
sink. Then I placed the offending objects in the dishwasher and closed the door.
As you might imagine it took a little more effort to get my dust rag and cleaner
out from under the sink. But I did manage. I walked into the living room and
began to clean the screen of the television. If you have never dusted with your
hands locked behind your back, then you are in for a treat, yes, a real treat.
It took a little longer than I expected but I was finally able to get out all of
the streaks. While I was dusting I couldn’t help but notice that Suzanne's
head was buried between Madame Leslie’s beautiful legs. Mistress Heather was
watching me closely from her chair. Patiently tapping her foot as I toiled away.
After I put away my dusting things I walked back into the living room and began
to gather up the newspapers that had been piling up for a week or more. Bound as
I was it took me three trips to get them all moved to the garage, where they
belonged. When I finally finished I returned to Mistress Heather’s side and
knelt. To my surprise Mistress Heather actually had a smile on her lovely lips;
a genuine and affectionate smile. As I submissively knelt by her side Mistress
Heather reached out and played with my shoulder length black hair. Then she
actually patted my head and said, “Well done, barb. Maybe there is hope for
you yet. I think a reward is in order.”
Mistress Heather noticed as I glanced down at my
swollen and puffy nipples. Mistress Heather uttered a bit of a laugh and said,
“Oh no, dear girl, a reward for me not, you. I deserve a reward, don’t you
think, for all the time I have spent training you. And, maybe, just maybe that
training is starting to pay off.” Mistress Heather’s words were soothing to
my inner being, ‘I was actually pleasing her’. But, I also knew that her
reward most likely meant continued aguish for me.
Mistress Heather continued, “barb, go and get
your 2 foot spreader bar”. I quickly got to my feet and retrieved the spreader
bar as fast as I could. When I returned Mistress Heather had me kneel in the
middle of the living room. Then she ordered me to spread my knees and bend over
till my very sore titties were buried in the carpet. After I was in position,
with my ass high in the air, Mistress Heather walked up behind me. Kneeling
behind me she quickly locked the spreader bar between my well spread knees. Then
she once more locked my wrist to my slave collar. Once again my wrists were
trapped at the middle of my back. After that she ran a strap between the ankle
cuff of my right ankle and the cuff on my right upper thigh. She forced my ankle
up until it touched my thigh, and locked it in place. Then Mistress Heather
repeated the process on my left leg. Finishing, Mistress Heather returned to her
chair, sat down and crossed her shapely legs.
From my position I saw slave Suzanne come into
view. She was still naked except for her garter belt, nylons and heels. But, she
wore a strap-on dildo strapped firm around her trim waist. The dildo didn’t
look that menacing, being only about an inch thick and maybe 8 inches long.
Suzanne quickly disappeared from my view, moving behind me. The next thing I
felt was Suzanne gently removing the six clamps from my pussy lips. The pain was
extraordinary, but it was also a relief to finally be rid of the awful clamps.
They had been attacking me without mercy all evening.
Then I felt Suzanne begin to rub the fake cock up
and down my wet slit. After a few strokes she inserted the rubber dick into my
well prepared love canal. With one hard forward thrust she had the device buried
to the hilt inside my pussy. I wanted to scream out my lust, my yearning, but
tried my best to control my passion. Soon, Suzanne was stroking in and out of me
in a regular rhythm. Low moans of ecstasy escaped my lips. my passion was
building to the breaking point. With one powerful stroke after another, Suzanne
expertly fucked me. I fell into rhythm with her, trying my best to force my ass
back, and take more of the cock with each of Suzanne's forward thrusts. As my
face lay on the floor I could see Mistress Heather seated in her chair. From the
gleam in her eye I could tell she was enjoying the performance. My need was
beginning to overwhelm me. I thrashed about wildly.
I begged Mistress Heather for permission to cum. To
my amazement she politely replied, “Oh, yes dear please feel free to orgasm
just as much as you desire.”
“OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh GOD I’M
CCCUUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNNGGGGGG” I streaked as my release overcame me.
“OOOhhhhhhh GOD YES YES YES YES YES,” I nearly screamed as wave after
powerful wave of orgasmic pleasure slammed into my defenseless naked body.
Suzanne slammed into my pussy with renewed force as I continued to reap all the
pleasure I could.
Suddenly, I sensed movement around my head. I
opened my eyes and saw Madame Leslie’s beautiful shaved pussy just inches from
my mouth. I lifted my head and began to lick Madame Leslie’s sweet tasting
cunt. As I licked up her wet slit I felt Suzanne withdraw from my gapping pussy
and insert her fake cock into my asshole. With one powerful stroke Suzanne
slammed the rubber penis into my tightest hole. The force pushed my face deeper
into Madame Leslie’s pussy. I kissed and licked my way up and down Madame
Leslie's hot slit as Suzanne continued to fuck my ass. Each time my hot tongue
brushed Madame Leslie’s clit she emitted the cutest little squeal. I just
loved knowing that I was giving her pleasure. Her hips began to thrash about as
I began to concentrate on her clit. She lifted her hips trying to get even more
of my tongue. Suzanne began to slap my ass cheeks in tempo with her fucking
motion. And still orgasm after orgasm ebbed and flowed through by female being.
I flicked my tongue harder and faster across Madame Leslie’s clit. Then,
without warning Suzanne withdrew from my ass and Madame Leslie backed away from
my more than willing mouth.
Through the lusty haze that was my world I watched
as Madame Leslie stood and began to strap on her own fake cock. I couldn’t
help but admire Madame Leslie’s beautiful nude body as she worked to secure
the strap-on dick. Madame Leslie’s toy was a bit larger than Suzanne's, it
looked to be about 1 and a half inches thick and 12 inches long. As I watched
Madame Leslie, Suzanne slide her pussy right under my chin. I lost sight of
Madame Leslie. As Suzanne maneuvered herself into position I saw the smirk that
had been etched on her lovely face all evening. Her expression said it all. Her
eyes told me, “yea, your a slut and now your going to lick my pussy really
good. And your going to love doing it.” And you know something, her eyes were
right.
Just then I felt Madame Leslie slam her rubber toy
deep into my pussy. No preliminaries; just slam bam and she was all the way in.
And with that one stroke I was cummming again. my entire being exploded into one
continuous orgasm. Madame Leslie slammed one power stroke after another into my
well-fucked pussy. And, with each stroke she slapped my poor ass, much harder
than Suzanne had. It was almost impossible for me to keep my mind on licking
Suzanne's wonderfully smooth cunt. Madame Leslie continued her assault as I did
my best to pleasure Suzanne's tasty pussy. I felt Suzanne's body tremble as she
reached her peak. I flicked my tongue hard across her clit as she used her hands
to force my head even closer to her pussy. my body jerked furiously as Madame
Leslie pulled out of my cunt, only to slam
All at once my world was empty. Gone was Suzanne's
sweetly scented pussy. Gone was Madame Leslie’s thick strap-on. Gone was my
orgasmic ecstasy. It was all gone. except for Mistress Heather’s hypnotic
voice, “Now, it’s my turn slut.” I was so worn out, all I wanted to do was
rest. I knew in my heart that I couldn’t take much more. But, I HAD TO
PLEASURE Mistress Heather. And I knew from experience that I had better pleasure
her well.
I again opened me eyes. Before me stood the most
elegant and beautiful Mistress in the world. Mistress Heather had removed all of
her clothes, and stood naked before my lusting eyes. Her compact body screamed
feminine sexuality from head to toe. Her tight firm butt was the height of
perfection. And the sight of her perky breasts just sent goose bumps running up
and down my bound arms. She definitely had all the right equipment in all the
right places. And speaking of equipment, between her well toned and powerful
legs thrust a 2 inch thick strap-on that was at least 14 inches long. I gasped
at the thought of what it meant. But, I could also feel my juices begin to flow
again.
I knew every well what was expected of me, I would
have to beg for Mistress Heather’s cock. And so I did, “Please Mistress fuck
me ... fuck your slut ... take your reward .... please Mistress I’m begging
you to fuck me any way you want.” Yea, as if I had any choose in the matter.
Mistress Heather positioned herself behind me as I
continued, “ fuck me ... fuck me... fuck your slave slut, Mistress ... all I
have to give is yours.” And, I meant too.
For several minutes Mistress Heather simply rubbed
her fake cock back and forth on my slit as she slapped my ass from time to time.
The sensations sent my body to quivering. Then she entered my pussy just an inch
as I begged her for more. Inch by slow inch she forced her cock in my cunt-- the
cunt that she owned. my body trembled with desire as I pleaded for more. my
naked ass cheeks stung more and more as Mistress Heather continued to slap them.
And yet, through it all I continued to beg and beseech my powerful Mistress
Heather to fuck me.
As Mistress Heather continued her penetration of my
pussy all she said was, “Don’t you dare cum. Understand, bitch.”
my response was almost a whisper, “Yes, Mistress,
I understand”. With that Mistress Heather slammed into me with the power of a
freight train. my mind filled with bliss. my passion and lust raced towards the
heavens. I dared not to let it cross over. Over and over Mistress Heather fucked
my pussy with hard powerful strokes. Now and than she would stop and allow me to
savor the moment. Then she would start again, harder and faster than before.
Ecstasy was quickly overtaking me. And still she fucked me with the speed and
force of an air hammer.
Mistress Heather, went on and on spanking my sore
ass cheeks. Soon I was begging for release. But, no mercy was forthcoming. I
knew that I couldn’t take much more. Yet, I also knew that I HAD to TAKE what
ever Mistress Heather chose to give me. My knees weakened as Mistress Heather
blasted her rubber cock into me time and again. I begged and pleaded for release
to no avail. I was just a fuck toy to be used and abused.
Mistress Heather pulled out of my pussy and plunged
deep into my ass hole. And I took it all, it hurt like hell as the 2 inch thick
dildo thrust deep into my ass. But I took it, I had to. Mistress Heather
continued to blister my ass cheeks as she began the new assault on my being.
“Oh god please let me cum, Mistress, please,” I
begged over and over again. I got only silence as a response. And yet, Mistress
Heather fucked my ass hole with wild abandon and without mercy. my pleadings
turned to whimpers. I was lost in a world of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t
tell the difference, was it pain or was it pleasure, did it really make a
difference?
Finally, those four magic words came drifting to my
ears, “You may cum, slut”.
“OHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSS,” I
screamed. “Ohhhhhhhh ffffuuuuuck yeeeesssssssssssssssssssss.” I screamed
over and over. Mistress Heather continued her assault as I came over and over
and over. Until just a low continuous whimper escaped my lips, sort of a
puuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Mistress Heather pulled the center of my world out from my
ass, and gave me a shove sideways. I was impolitely dumped on to my side. There
I lay for many minutes, I think, resting. I really don’t know for sure since
my whole being was a big haze.
After several minutes Mistress Heather lovely and
sexy voice came floating to my ears. “Come here and pleasure me, barb.” As I
opened my eyes I saw my beautiful Mistress setting again in her chair, this time
with her legs spread very wide.
I didn’t have the strength left to move. I was
completely and totally used up, I was exhausted. Yet, I HAD to pleasure my
Mistress. I carefully took stock of my situation. I was laying on my side, knees
still locked to the spreader bar. my legs were still doubled back with each
ankle locked to its corresponding thigh. and my wrists were still locked at the
middle of my back. And, worst of all Mistress Heather sat at least 10-12 feet
away. I concluded that I wasn’t in a very desirable position to go traveling,
and as it turned out I was right. But, travel I must, Mistress Heather knew it
and I knew it too.
I just had to get to my Mistress Heather. With a
great deal of effort I rolled onto my stomach only to be rewarded with renewed
aguish in my nipples. Then I tried to get to my knees but soon realized that was
impossible the way I was bound. So I rolled back onto my side. I again pondered
my plight. Quickly I came up with another plan. I drew my knees up very close to
my titties and with all the strength I could muster used my shoulder to roll
myself over into a kneeling position, sitting back on my thighs. I was up, but
now what?
As I thought out my next move I noticed that
judging from the look on Mistress Heather’s face she was enjoying my dilemma.
And, I watched, with envy in my heart, Madame Leslie and Suzanne locked in a
passionate 69 embrace.
Anyway, I soon realized that by pivoting on one
knee I could sort of throw my other knee forward about six inches. Then by
repeating the procedure I could actually move forward, toward Mistress Heather.
It was a long tedious process but after a great deal of effort I made my way to
Mistress Heather. Finally, I was able to use Mistress Heather’s chair to prop
up my upper body right between her spread legs. Using her arms Mistress Heather
pushed me so I was once again basically sitting
on
my thighs. Then my Mistress Heather gently removed my nipple clamps. Once again
the scalding white lighting of tortuous agony and lust blasted its way through
my defenseless and naked body. Then Mistress Heather moved her slit to the very
edge of the chair. When she was in position she pulled my head forward, right
into her cunt.
Mistress
Heather relaxed her grip on my head as I began to lick up and down her lovely
slit. She leaned back in the chair as I passionately kissed her slit from one
end to the other. I nibbled on her puffy, lust filled pussy lips. After several
minutes of this I began to pay more and more attention to Mistress Heather’s
clit. I began to feel the shivers racing through Mistress Heather as her lust
built. I could feel her muscles tense then relax. my heart smiled at the
pleasure I was giving my
tongue.
By now Mistress Heather’s purr was continuous. She began pumping her hips back
and forth into my face. On and on I licked and kissed as Mistress Heather neared
her peak. Then, without warning Mistress Heather was cumming. A long shrill
shriek escaped her lips, as she clamped her legs tight around my head. And even
then I continued to suck, lick and kiss Mistress Heather‘s clit. Then I tried
desperately to lick up all of Mistress Heather’s freely flowing juices.
After several minutes Mistress Heather’s orgasm
began to ebb as she completely relaxed. I continued to gently kiss and lick
Mistress Heather’s sweet pussy. As I did so I felt Mistress Heather begin to
play with hair. Then she was petting me just as she would a favored pet; patting
my head and stroking my hair. Just like the collared pet I am.