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

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

[ part 3 ]

Lorelei’s dad, our Master, attached wrist and ankle cuffs to me. He locked my wrists together with a small lock through their D-rings, palm to palm. He told me to open my mouth. I did, and he stuffed something really big around and long into my mouth, almost gagging me.

“This is a penis gag,” he told me, buckling it securely behind my head. “Now, step up onto the step stool.” I obeyed, and he ran a rope through the wrist cuffs, and lengths of rope separately through my ankle cuffs. He stood on a step stool next to me, put the rope to my wrist cuffs over one eyehook, and pulled my hands up as far as he could, not quite touching the eyehook itself, and tied the rope off. As he tied my wrists up, I watched Lorelei as she began to really squirm, until she reached her first orgasm. But not her last.

Master moved his step stool far apart from my right side, pulled my right ankle up and tied it to an eyehook directly sideways from my wrists, forcing my foot above my head. He then repeated this on my left ankle. I was now spread wide open, the strain on my legs and thighs almost unbearable, yet the pain was so enjoyable I didn’t want it to stop. My pussy lips were spread wide open, my butt hole his to see and play with. But I knew I wouldn’t get off that easy. I just noticed he had tied me directly in front of Lorelei, so I could watch her suffer as the vibrator and butt plug, the pussy lips chains, the alligator clamps on her nipples, combined and did their work on her.

Master walked around me and stood in front of me. I was the one now making little mewling sounds from my throat. I was afraid of what he was going to do to me, yet wanting badly however he wanted to torture me. I needed to be tortured, I loved the pain, I was his little 7-year-old slut. Lorelei was mine.

As my thoughts had wandered, I didn’t notice what he had picked up. He was behind me where I couldn’t see. Suddenly, I felt the pain of the pussy whip across my anus, my pussy and my clit. He made the straps hit each of those parts of my body. I yelped, really loud. He continued to whip me, sometimes lightly, sometimes extremely hard, and not matter which, it hurt, and I screamed with each whipping. I couldn’t move the way I was tied, and I had to take that whip again and again and again. I could feel drool leaking from my mouth and dripping onto my bare chest, running down between my nipples, across my belly button and clit, and across my slit, mixing with my juices. The more he whipped me, the more I drooled.

He came around to the front, and began to whip my nipples. This really hurt, and I cried out with each smack of the pussy whip on my nipples. Then he began to whip my pussy again, this time from the front. Finally he stopped, with tears rolling down my cheeks. He ignored me, just as I had ignored Lorelei. I settled down, and watched as Lorelei came again, but I don’t know if it was her second or her twenty-second.

Master got on his step stool to stand directly under my feet. I twisted my head around to see what he was going to do. He grabbed my ankle with one hand, and with the other began to clip clothespins onto each toe. With each pin clamped on, I screamed, shaking my head no. He took the stool to the other side directly under my left foot, and while holding my ankle with one hand, then proceeded to clip those clothespins on my toes there. Again, I screamed and shook my head no, but of course he completely ignored me.

“My little slave, I am going to do something to you I have not yet done to my own daughter, Lorelei. It will sting for only a moment. I am going to blindfold you so you can’t see what I am going to do. You have never asked what I do for a living. What I do to you will answer that question, in part.” With that, got up on a stool and placed a soft leather blindfold over my eyes and buckled it tightly in back. It forced my eyelids closed, and I couldn’t open them at all, blackness surrounding my eyes.

I wondered what he would do to me. I don’t know how long I just hung there naked, gagged, blindfolded, and bound in a severe bondage position. Then I felt fingers on my left pussy lip. Then the sound of a click and a quick pinprick, then the manipulation of something on my pussy lip. Then he repeated the procedure on my right pussy lip. He got up on his stool and removed my blindfold. The way I was tied, I couldn’t even see my own pussy.

“When I let you down, I will tell you what I did and how to take care of them.”

This really got my curiosity up. But I wasn’t to be let down yet. I felt something slick being rubbed on, around and in my anus. Then Master inserted a butt plug. Then he turned it on, a vibrating butt plug. He inserted a vibrator into my pussy, and used a rope tied around my waist with the end pulled down across the pussy vibrator, up and across the butt plug vibrator, and tied to the rope on my waist in back. I wiggled and writhed and squirmed and jerked in my bonds, until the two vibrators, only a mere membrane apart inside me, made me cum and cum again.

Master removed the plugs, untied me completely, allowed me down, removed my gag, and he showed me what he had done. He had put pussy rings into my pussy lips. He told me that he worked in a tattoo parlor and he did this for a living. I listened to what he told me to do to keep them clean and how to keep them from getting infected. I told him I could keep them secret from my folks.

I went over to Lorelei. I pulled the vibrator and butt plug out of her two holes, without any warning. I asked Master if he would let her down for me. He did so, but he had me bend over and gave me 25 smacks with the paddle since he had to help me.

“Lorelei, keep your gag and blindfold on. Get on your hands and knees.” She obeyed immediately. I locked a 6” chain between her wrist cuffs, a 6” chain between her ankle cuffs, then locked the wrists cuffs to the ankle cuffs. I told her she needed to go doggy style down the stairs.

I kept the paddle in one hand, the pussy whip in the other, and would alternate as she moved from her bedroom to the stairs and down them. At the base of the stairs I told her to continue on to the patio doors. I don’t think she really knew what was coming next. While she stayed there on her hands and knees I put on my shorts and tube top, but Lorelei would remain completely naked.

I pulled the door open and smacked her bottom when she wouldn’t move. “NOW Lorelei. Move your ass outside!”

Lorelei’s dad had put up a privacy fence about a year ago, but I don’t think he ever expected to use the back yard like this. I smacked her again and again until she obeyed, and I could tell she was crying. I didn’t car. As I walked my labia rings (as Master called them) really excited me. He did tell me that they might be a little sore for several days, or if I took good care of them probably not.

When Lorelei got onto the patio I unlocked all the chains, but left the cuffs on. Her clamps were still attached to her nipples and pussy lips. I pulled her chains, pulling on her pussy lips with them, and led her to a small tree. I pushed her back against it. I pulled her wrists back around the tree and tied them, not quite meeting each other. I pulled her ankles behind the tree and tied them as well, also not quite meeting each other. There was a small branch sticking out just above the ground between her legs, the reason I chose this particular tree. The chains on her pussy lips didn’t quite fall below the branch, unless I pulled them down and locked them under the branch, pulling on her pussy lips mercilessly. Well, I did. Lorelei screamed as her pussy lips distended farther than they should, almost pulling them off, or so it seemed. I clamped my fingers onto her nipple clamps again, and she screamed in pain. It was about midnight.

Master spread a blanket on the ground, locked my wrists behind me, and he lay down on his back. I didn’t hesitate, I knew what he wanted. I sat down on his chest, my but toward his face, my legs on both sides of his head. I scooted backward until my cunt touched his mouth, and I could take his cock into my mouth. As I sucked and nibbled on his cock, he tongued and mouthed my cunt and anus. Just as I reached orgasm, he ejaculated, and I took in every drop and swallowed it all. I licked him clean. He then rolled me over to my back, my hands still shackled behind me, and inched his cock into my cunt. Slowly, slowly he moved in and out. He increased his speed gradually, then as he spurted into me I reached my own orgasm.

He got up and locked my ankle cuffs together, gagged me, pulled my feet up and down to my wrists and used a lock to lock all four D-rings together. This put me in a severe bow, but I loved it. He went inside the house. He didn’t tell me how long I would remain there, naked and gagged and hogtied. I didn’t care. I was in heaven. My master loved me to torture me the way I wanted to be . . .