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Subject: {ASSM} Her Masters Whore...(bdsm)
Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 06:10:04 -0500
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                            Her Masters Whore  (bdsm)



   She was told that she was to stay in bed that day.  He told her
that she would have visitors.  The front door would remain unlocked,
and the visitors had been instructed to enter without knocking.  He
told her that she was not to speak, she was simply to do what the
visitors wanted her to do.
   He had left the house at 6:30, and it was almost 8:00 now. As she
lay there wondering if anyone was actually going to show up, she idly
fingered the rings in her nipples.  Her hand then strayed to the ring
thru her clit hood, and she gently tugged on it, moaning softly.  She
did not finger her sex, as her Master had forbidden her to, and she
would have to tell him if she did, and he would punish her.  She let
loose of her clit ring, and fingered the metal loops on the brown
leather collar encircling her neck, then traced her fingers up the
metal chain of the attached leash, the other end of which was
fastened to a hook,  inset into
the wall.  The metal snaps on her wrist cuffs clinked against the
chain.  Her ankles were similarly cuffed. She heard the front door
close, and her heart jumped.
   The man came into the bedroom, looked down at her and smiled. 
She had never seen this man before.  He was probably in his late
thirties, clean shaven, and smelled of cologne.  He was looking at
the top of the dresser, where her Master had assembled a nasty
assortment of items.  There were clamps and dildoes and plugs.  There
were riding crops and canes, and a wicked looking, multi-tailed whip.
There was lubricant and condoms.  A small box contained needles and
alcohol.
   Without a word, he stepped across the room and pulled the covers
off of her naked body. She was on her back, and he told her to spread
her legs and raise her knees, which she did. He snapped the snaps of
her wrist cuffs to the ones on her ankles..  He had her spread her
legs apart as far as she could.  She was totally exposed and spread
for this stranger, and despite, or perhaps inspite of her fear, she
could feel herself getting wet.  He was undressed now, and was
selecting some items from the dresser. He returned with a piece of
elastic cord, which he looped thru her nipple rings and down thru her
clit ring. He pulled the cord
snug.  Her nipples were pulled taughtly down, and her clit stood
standing up out of her slit.  She began to moan in earnest now, her
sexual nerves at full attention.  He approached her with a crop, and
ever so lightly stroked the insides of her thighs with it, then
softly, teasingly let the stiff leather tip pull itself up between
the soft lips of her sex, bouncing off of her clit ring.  She was
moving her hips in time with the teasing strokes, and raising her ass
off the bed to push her wet cunt against the crop.  She needed him
now, needed him to whip her and fuck her,  and she was getting
frantic with her need. He knew.
   He brought the crop down hard on the inside of her thigh. She
gasped at the sudden searing pain. Then another on the inside of her
other thigh, and she felt the two welts rising up from the tender
skin.  She was aware that he was on the bed now, and he knelt between
her spread legs.  The fire of the welts burned against his sides as
he plunged into her slickness.  She came, bucking against him and she
felt him cumming too. He pulled out of her, and again without a word,
got dressed.  He removed the elastic cord, but left her bound.  She
heard the front door close as he left the house.
   She just lay there, the welts burning on her thighs, the juices
from their combined cum running from her in a puddle on the sheets. 
She was like that for fifteen minutes when she heard the front door
close again.
   This man was older, but she had never seen him before either.  He
unfastened her and let her stretch her limbs, then put her on her
hands and knees, and re-fastened her ankles to her wrists.  He
brought a lubricated butt plug to the entrance of her ass, and slowly
pressed it in, going very slowly as she relaxed to take it's fullness
into her.
   He chose a leather strap, and began to slap her ass with it. Over
and over he worked the strap, up and down the backs of her thighs,
then back to her ass.  The heat built up in her until she felt she
could absolutely not take any more, when he hit her with a mighty
swing.  She started to cum, and he knelt behind her and slid up into
her and fucked her while she came.
   He left her just like she was, and she again heard a stranger
that had just used her, leave the house.
   She never heard the next man come in. She was just suddenly aware
of his presence. He was putting a condom on, and kneeling behind her.
She felt the tug against the plug in her ass, and she moaned as he
pulled it out of her.  He put his cock against the gaping hole and
buried himself in her ass.  He reached forward and grabbed her
shoulders as he fucked her ass, pulling himself against her burning
ass cheeks every time he reached the limit of his stroke.  He reached
around and pulled on her clit ring and fingered her clit as he came. 
She couldn't believe it, but she came again too.
   He unfastened her and had her stretch out on her back.  He tied
her extremities to the corners of the bed with ropes that were
already there.  He used the elastic cord also, running it thru the
nipple rings and tying it to her collar. Her tits were pulled up by
the rings, exposing the soft undersides.  He pulled off the condom
and made her open her mouth, and he dumped the contents into her
mouth and watched her swallow it.
   He went to the dresser and she could smell alcohol.  He returned
with four needles, and silently but firmly pushed them thru her
nipples, one in each nipple straight up and down, the others at 90
degree angles to the first.  She had never done needles, and was
surprised at the sensations they were bringing to her nipples, a
burning ache that was very stimulating to her highly keyed senses.
   He caned her.  Her thighs, her belly, the undersides of her tits
were caned, leaving welts and marks that would last a long time. 
Then he got between her legs and he fucked her.  A long slow fuck
that took her over the edge many times.  She did not hear him leave,
nor hear the next man arrive.
   He did not beat her or torture her.  He just knelt over her head
and had her lick and suck his cock and ass until he came, squirting
his cum all over her face .
   Her Master arrived home an hour later.  She was still tied,
spreadeagle. Fresh welts adorned the whole front of her body, her
tits still pulled up by the elastic cord, needles thru the nipples. 
Dried cum was all over her face.  He loved the sight of her.
   She was begging him to untie her, heart rendering pleas.  He knew
she was very uncomfortable, and he would untie her in a minute.  But
he had to fuck her first.

 
                                        end

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