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Subject: {ASSM} Carnival, Pt. 1  mm/ff/ sm
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Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2004 16:10:03 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by
person(s) under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are
over 21, and will not present/show this to any minors. This work
having been posted to the newsgroups is considered copyrighted
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prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2004. Other
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Carnival, Pt. 1

"Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous..................."

Rhea just couldn't help herself.The flashback to the old TV show
happened every time she found herself in a new and wonderful
culture. Her life had taken such a strange journey to this point.

It had been plain and ordinary at one time, but as she sat in the
limo as it breezed by beautiful homes her mind wandered back to
where it had changed.

A chance meeting while doing the wedding photos of a friend led
her to a new romance and he had led her to the realization of her
most hidden and forbidden fantasies of submission. Gently, he had
taken her on a depraved trek through sexual fulfillment of any
kind.  She trusted him implicitly now and only desired to serve
him as his slave in anyway he craved.

This business trip to Brazil was no exception. While he worked
hard making his fortune, she had roamed the beaches of Rio
looking at the topless women and near naked men letting her mind
run free with dreams of various sexual exploits. The one time he
had joined her on the beach, he had ordered her to remove her own
bikini top as a mixture of shame and lust coursed through her.
She noticed everyone smiling at her big untanned breasts. One
dark eyed beauty had even licked her lips and kept motioning for
her to join her on her little beach towel.

That was excitement enough, but later that night had proved to be
more so as he tied her now sunburned breasts tightly with his
ties and beat them mercilessly with the plastic curtain pull. The
intensity of her orgasm had surprised her only a little since by
now she was becoming more accustomed to such tortures.

They finally pulled up to a gated driveway and she became
self-conscious of only having one layer of cloth separating her
from public nakedness. Not that she hadn't found herself in this
position before and loving it. But it was still a shift of mind
from her Baptist upbringing.

He handed her a feathered carnival mask and directed her to slip
off the dress. Then quckly a leather collar was fastened around
her neck and a leash snapped to it.

With the mask as her only clothing, the door was opened by the
chaffeur and in they went.

Once inside the door, she immediately hoticed the mixture of
tuxedoed men and naked women. There were a few naked men as well,
but obviously, it was another one of those private D/s parties
that he seemed to be able to find no matter where they traveled.
The wonder of the Internet!

After they were greeted by the host and his beautiful slave, they
just wandered the house peeking into various rooms observing the
many varieties of torment and degradation that people were
amusing themselves with; evertyhing from what appeared to be a
mere teenager using the big end of e wine bottle to masterbate
with to a poor woman being bullwhippped by some geeky looking
nerd with glasses.

She was beginning to think that she was going to have to break
down and beg him to touch her as her level of excitement rose,
but before she could do that, a lovely naked mulatto girl came by
sounding a little bell and inviting everyone into the ball room.

Once it appeared that everyone had gathered, their host brought
out a vase and pulled out a piece of paper and read out a number.

A man across the way from them led his slave into the middle of
the room where chains and shackles dangled from the ceiling and
proceeded to attach her wrists to them.  Then walking over to the
sideboard he brought back leather strings and used them to
tightly bind her petite breasts. Once they were jutting out, he
again went over and picked up an object and came back to her.

Murmuring a few words of encouragement, he then placed the tip of
what looked like a long shish kebob skewer against her tit flesh
and started to push.

A slight gasp moved through the audience as her whimpers began
and the Master continued to push the metal spear through her
breast. In fascination everybody watched as a slight bulge
appeared on the opposite side of her breast and the tip pushed
through the skin. Pausing for a moment, he positioned himself and
again pushed the skewer on through and across into her other
breast not stopping until the tip popped out the other side.

Perspiration had broken out all over the slave's body from the
ordeal, but she quieted down and gathered herself thinking that
it was over. But no, he again went to the sideboard and brought
back small weights that he hung between her breasts from the
piece of metal that showed there. You could see how the extra
weight pulled on her flesh yet she kept quiet even though her
eyes bugged out in pain.

"Do you think she deserves some reward now?" Obviously pleased
with his slave's performance, the Master looked out into the
audience and quickly, another man led his female slave over to
the helpless woman and forced her down on her knees and then
pushed her head into the poor woman's crotch.

In just a few minutes a rhythm had been established and the sub
had moved past the pain into pure pleasure as her moans echoed
around the room.

She pushed and thrashed her hips against the kneeling slave's
mouth and tongue until she screamed out a most intense orgasm.

Everyone was silent as he went through the process of removing
the rod from her breasts and she was led away to be given some
time to recuperate and her wounds attended to.

Rhea could only watch in wonder as they left the room. She knew
how these Masters liked to outdo each other with their slaves'
torture and degradation. She couldn't begin to imagine what she
would see this night.

Another number was called out and Thea's eyes roamed the room to
see the next victim. Then it dawned on her that her Master was
tugging on her leash and leading her to the center of everyone's
attention.

To be continued............



MastrKink
                    "The pain in pleasure often becomes the
pleasure of pain."


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