MARGIE & LORELEI: MARGIE'S STORY (AS TOLD TO SCAVENGER)

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

[ part 1 ]

It was two weeks when I was able to go back to Lorelei’s. During those two weeks, we talked about nothing but what we had experienced, what we liked the best and the worst, and what we would do the next time we were together. That Friday I went home to put on a pair of shorts (no panties), a tube top (which barely hid my little nipples) and a pair of sandals (which would come off as soon as I got there).

I skipped the whole way to her house and rang the bell. I heard her say, “Come in, Mistress.” When I opened the door, Lorelei was on her knees completely naked, her wrists and ankles covered with what our Master called cuffs, a lock chain holding her wrists together, and one holding her ankles together, and a third chain running from her locked wrists to her locked ankles, forcing her to remain on her knees. A soft leather blindfold also covered her eyes. I watched her chest as she breathed really heavy, waiting for me to do something to her.

I looked at the box setting next to her, and inside I found the alligator clamps that the Master had used on both of us. I took a set, and began to play with her nipples. I pinched them, pulled them, twisted them. Lorelei yelled and screamed as I tortured her little nipples. Once they became erect, I snapped a clamp on each of them. She yelped as I did this. Then I thought, what about another part of her body? I took the other set, the set with the chains hanging from them, and lay them on the floor in front of her. I touched her pussy lips, and played with them for a few minutes until they were really pulled out. I took a clamp and let it snap on her right pussy lip (she let out a very loud and painful scream), then did the same to her other pussy lip. Again, she screamed loudly. I didn’t care how much pain I caused her. She was my slave and I was going to punish her as I wanted. I also saw two small locks in the box as well, and I attached each one to each chain hanging down from her pussy lips. She screamed again as the weights pulled her lips toward the floor.

Master tossed me the key to the chains and locks attaching her wrists and ankles together. I removed the locks from the chain that ran from her wrists to her ankles, then I helped her stand up. I told her that now she must jump around the room.

“No, Mistress, please not that. The chains will tear my pussy lips off!”

“You will hop, or suffer even more punishment. Which I will probably give you anyway.”

As watched her hop, I removed my sandals and put the by the door. I found the paddle and as she hopped, I began to beat her bare behind with it. She screamed from both my paddling her, and the nipple clamps and the pussy clamps with the weights.

I had a new idea. I told her to stop. When she did, I grabbed the pussy chains, pulled them through her legs, then took one in each hand. I told Lorelei that when I pulled her lips to the right (and I demonstrated every one) like this, to hop right. When I pulled them to the left, hop left. When I pulled straight back on them, hop forward. When I pulled straight down on them, stop. She screamed whenever I pulled on her pussy lips, the teeth from the clamp biting into them.

“I’m tired of hearing you yell, Lorelei. Let me see if there’s some kind of gag in the box.”

When I looked, I found a small red ball attached to two leather straps with a buckle. “Open your mouth, Lorelei.” She clamped her teeth and lips together. I remedied that by twisting both clamped nipples. She yelled out in pain, and with her mouth open I stuffed the red ball deep into it. I pulled the straps to both sides, and buckled them at the back of her head.

I picked up the chains again, and pulled straight back. She squealed through the ball gag, but began to hop forward. I pulled them left, she turned left. I pulled them right, she turned left. I pulled them straight back, she stopped. Only this time, I continued to pull straight back until she was yelling through her gag in severe pain. I pushed them back through her legs, and let them hang, and added another weight to each chain. Her poor pussy lips were pointing straight down.

As she stood there, I began to flick her nipple clamps until she writhed and wiggled and began to hop backward to pull away from the pain. “So, you want to hop away, do you? I see a perfect way to remedy that.”

I pushed her to a large pole set deep into the ceiling and floor. I attached a rope to her shackled wrists and tied them to the pole, then did the same to her ankles. I wrapped rope around her upper body, leaving her nipples free, tying the ropes behind the pole. I pulled up on the chains as I wrapped rope around her knees and tied them off as well. Then, just for fun, I removed the locks, and took the chains and pulled them around the sides of her thighs and attached them behind the pole, forcing her pussy lips severely open. She cried at this, but I could see the inside of her cunny was totally wet, and ready for something to be shoved into it. But not yet. I just left her like that for about half of the evening, Master and I watching TV while she squirmed, yelled, yelped, cried at her predicament.

I would take care of her later.