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The Come N Dump Inn 5 (BDSM)
Sitting watching the band and even tapping my toes to it, wishing I
had the time to do a little "two stepping"; but looking at the bar clock and
then walking down to the basement, paper cup of scotch and a bottle of
water in hand. Finding that Master Stephen is already there and catching the
gown he throws to me. A simple white shift and some cheap white granny
panties.
"Not a very sexy attire." Looking it over and then holding it in front
of me. "Turn you on Stephen?" Not waiting for an answer, but stripping
in front of Master Stephen and slipping on the panties and the white shift.
My nipples darting the thin many times washed material. The hem ending
just above my knees. Sitting down and slowly sipping the rest of my scotch,
feeling a nice glow burning in my tummy.
Master Stephen wearing leather pants and boots as he did yesterday.
The material adhering to his muscular legs and ass. Showing off a
substantial bulge in his crotch. And that bulge was not padding, he is actually
that big. Going bare chested tonight, showing a body that the gods would be
jealous to possess. Quite a sexy hunk of man.
Standing up as I finish my drink, licking my lips greedily as Master
Stephen pulls out the worn leather collar from last night and attaches it to
my neck. Then taking a long length of thin cord, folding it in half and
sliding the two end through the middle of the cord using the front "D" ring.
Slipping the two ends down the front of my shift and doing the same in
the back with another length of cord. Taking rope and binding my wrists
together bend me, using a series of wraps around the wrists and then a series
between the wrists. Securing my wrists and effectively slowing the
circulation.
Standing in front of me and lifting up the shift and tucking it up on
my shoulders. His hand a blur as he grips a breast and pulling it from my
chest, circling the cord tightly to bind my breast as he had on the
previous night. Looking down at my chest as he quickly secures the other breast.
My small mound again looking like filled water balloons as they balance
delicately on my chest. Not protesting as I feel the the ache and numbness
as the circulation is cut off. Waiting patiently as he walks around back
and slipping the cord in the back between my legs pulling it firmly between
my ass cheeks as he lowers my granny panties to my ankles. Pulling it up
through my cunt lips and to the side and around my hips to the small of my
back. Forcing my to bend backwards with one hand as he pulls the ends tight
and secures them to the cord just dipping into my ass crack. The cords
sawing into bottom of my slit and then pulling the lips open and to the side.
His fingers adjusting my cunt lips to expose my pussy to the best affect.
Then slipping the dangling ends from the breast wraps under the two
pulling my labia apart and then bringing them together to meet over my clit.
Tugging on the cords in back to make sure that he has exactly the correct spot
and as he releases the cord and my back straightens it pulls the back cord
taut and tight to my cunt lips and the knot over my clit. The cord
digging into my protective hood.
Hissing as I feel the cords biting into my breasts, cutting off the
circulation and now the cords tight against my labia and pearl. Just walking
is going to rub the cord on my privates and breasts. Taking slow breathes
so as not to put strain on various cords, or should I call them twine.
You know the type, with lots of loose ends, rough and scratchy. Standing
still and not saying a word as he admires his handywork. Adjusting till he
has everything just right for him and definitely wrong for me.
"You really are a nasty fucking bastard." My words saying what I
thought, but also words of admiration for his knowledge of the anatomy and
knots. Just standing still for him, I am shifting on my feet, as I feel the
rough twine rubbing on delicate spots. Waiting as he pulls up the granny
panties to cover the elaborate ties in my genital area. Looking down and
seeing how the engorged breasts bulge out my shift in ways I am not use to
seeing.
One final length of rope, a short one, tying each ankle with a foot of
rope between. I can shuffle and take mincing steps, but nothing quick.
Rubbing oil over his upper body and arms, and then taking a slender cane.
And with a hard slap on my ass, indicating that I should proceed him out of
the office and to the main dungeon floor.
Feeling the affect of the caning on my soles as I walk barefooted. My
slow walk due to the hobbled rope between my ankles, and the slap of his
cane on my ass and the back of a thigh, moving me along faster to the
gathered group of people. Head bowed submissively, not looking at those in a
half circle awaiting our arrival.
Thinking I should have looked at what he had posted for the night's
entertainment. Not trusting him especially since he is promising me a
percentage of the gate. Means he intends to have a good profit for himself
however he can attain it.
Feeling Master Stephen's hand wrapping in my hair and pushing me to
the floor to kneel at his feet. Awkwardly kneeling with my feet bound close
and the steadying as I look at the floor. Feeling the cane under my chin
lifting my head and face up. "Look at my guests, dear Raven. The have come
to seen you." My eyes opening and looking around at the gathered people.
Again a mix of seasoned BDSM; but more of a voyeur crowd and wannabes this
evening. Vaguely recognizing some of them, I think for the previous
night.
"My girl is recovered from last night and ready to help in my
demonstrations again to this evening." The cane slapping down on one of my shift
covered breasts, pulling a surprised scream from my lungs, as I pull away
from the unexpected stroke. A series of strokes on both of my breasts
bringing me back to a trembling; but kneeling upright position. My chest heaving
as I kneel. The intense pain of the snaps of the cane, centered around my
stretched breast flesh. Not even started for the night and wondering why
I do this. Unfortunately it is not just for the money. It is because I
need it so bad. I even time my visits so I would be here for Master Stephens
and other of the BDSM shows, hoping that I might get to be part of the
demonstrations.
I can feel the moisture oozing from my pussy walls as my cunt lips had
engorged with the caning on my breasts. The pain a sweet aphrodisiac to
my body. Squeezing my thighs to caress my swollen lips as I wait. So often
you wait for that moment of pain. But how satisfying the moment is in
those long minutes.
"Tonight." A brief shake of my head to clear the cobwebs. "Tonight,
I will be giving some demonstrations on waxing and ice, some electro, and
the use of stocks as a restraining as well as softening up devise for
miscreants. Oh, and yes we will have a final demonstration which I have talked
to many about and they are quite interested in watching. Catching his
closing words and noting he didn't mention what it might be.
Using my hair to pull me to my feet. I think many of you know, the
luscious Raven, in more ways then I might surmise; but she has graciously
needed my attention which a gave to her last night in this room. His fingers
grasping the thin material of my shift and pulling it over my head to
expose the twine binding my breasts, his fingers tearing the granny panties from
my body in a loud rending of material, to expose more of his twine work.
My discolored breasts and grossly spread open cunt lips, a find display for
the mottled coloring of my flesh. Hearing a few comments from the crowd
as they look at the obscene display of my body and the results of the
beating on my skin.
Turning me by my hair and leading me over to a hanging hook, undoing
the ropes around my ankles and my wrists, and then tying my wrist in front
of me this time and hooking them to a rope in the ceiling, pull them
straight up till I am balancing on my toes. Swaying gently as I try to maintain
contact with the floor. Master Stephen running the cane over my aroused
flesh, teasing my breasts and nipples with the tip and then my cunt lips,
tracing the cane along the red ridges of my hot raw labia. My eyes slitting as
I feel my body building up reservoir of sensations in my core. Moaning as
I swing gently on my toes, shifting one way and then the next. The cane
moving under the twine ties and pulling at them and letting the rope pull on
my breasts and cunt lips at the same time. Or his probing cane, slipping
into my cunt and causing my body to arch and tighten the rough twine. My
body becoming more sensitive and rawer as the rope caresses my skin as they
also irritate the soft flesh. Moaning as the cane tip arouses me in both
ways, working my need up to a frenzy, as my musk wafts up to my nose, the
scent of my arousal strong, as my grease is glistening at the entrance to my
spread lips. My arousal obvious to all the would gaze on my slutty cunt.
The soft mewling as he pokes the cane tip into my wet hole and the rolling
of my hips to meet the thrusts, amusing some in the crowd. My body trying
to follow the cane as he slips it back out.
Using a series of cane slaps on my breasts and tumy and legs and cunt
to demonstrate how such a thin rod and deal such a quantity of local pain.
The already red and bruised flesh, burning and warm again as he raises new
welts on the older ones. My inner eye seeing a hot light of bright red as
I swing and with closed eyes, savor each stroke of the cane. My body
quivering with the strokes. Opening my eyes as I feel a different rhythm and
seeing another man awkward whipping the thin cane with his wrist. The
strokes painful at times, just as they are also negligent in affect as they
glance off of my body. Needless to say, this man enjoyed raining blow on my
breasts and cunt in particular. His hard on prominent against the front of
his pants. Some of his blows actually feeling so good and some just so
painful and wrong, moaning as I watch him working a sheen of sweat onto his now
red face. The continued caning is not as easy as one would suspect.
Noting that after a wet spot appeared on the front of his pants, that he lost
interest in beating my body.
A few others tried the technique on me and a couple of others that
were willing to be suspended. Mostly women of course. My body so worked up
and ready for more, as Master Stephen lowers the rope from the ceiling and
walks me over to an adjustable board. My legs trembling as I am so close,
just needing a little more attention. My body stinging and warm, my breasts
dully aching once again. Lips dry as I turn around and back to the frame.
Stephen untying my hands and then strapping me to a St Andrews cross
frame. Then lowering it to a table top position. Laying back lookup up at the
ceiling, my body spread eagle and exposed totally in the front.
Master Stephen pulling a cooler and a box full of assorted candle to
the side. Laying there listening as he tells of the heat generated by each
candle and the makeup that causes one to burn hotter then another. Master
Stephen using one hand to display the candles and talk, as his other
absently teases my body. Slapping my breasts, and making them roll obscenely on
my chest and pulling the knot over my clit and letting it snap back into
place. Keeping my body aroused as he goes over the boring general
information of wax play.
The wax dripping down on my body from different heights and burning
and reddening the skin of my body, almost anticlimactic. Today wax and ice
alternating are not going to get me over the hump of orgasm. This
demonstration barely kept me at the level of where I was before it started. But it
always amuses the new to practice. Some having the wax too high so that it
is already solidifying and cooling as it hits and then the others who
don't seem to understand how hot the wax can be and drip it onto body parts
from mere inch or inches away. I think that my screams from the bumblers
trying their hands excited some so that they would try it again with some
unlucky partner.
This night slow and dragging as it seems everyone wants to try
something using my body as a test ground or their others, Those are the ones that
learn how nasty wax can be and how painful. Hoping that some will have
blistered burns and hoping that I won't. Finally Master Stephen peeling the
wax from my body as best he could, feeling some spots still painful as he
rubs some salve over the worst spots and letting me suck a rag that he had
jammed and coated with my juices before wetting it. Tasting my pungent musk
as I wet my dry lips and mouth. The waxing seeming to take moisture from
my body.
Glancing at a wrist watch and seeing we have been at this for over
forty minutes. Wondering if Stephen will give me a break or continue on with
his demonstrations. Feeling the cross tipping upright and then Master
Stephen undoing the twine, now colored with wax, from my body. Grinding the
knot against my swollen clit and the freeing my captive labia. My hands
wanting to so scratch and rub the itching cunt lips and ultra sensitive pearl.
The twine still jammed in my ass crack as he moves to undo the bindings on
my breasts. My body trembling and shaking as the balloons sag into deep
red mounds of flesh jiggling on my chest as my whole body quivers with the
sensation of the re circulation of blow flow. His thumb nail raking over my
clit as I shake and tremble with the flow of blood, so deliciously
painful, rewarded with a small orgasm as my cunt walls ripple with pleasure.
Hearing his soft laugh as he makes sure everyone is aware of my release.
"Such a nasty slut, getting off on pain like this." His comment
enough to perk interest in some of the wannabe types.
Rubbing at my breasts as gently as possible as he leads me over to
another small table. "Lay on your back, legs lifted into the air. Not sure
what he has in mind, but obeying without comment. His hand pulling my
wrists along my sides and tying them to the ends of the table, then rolling legs
back and tying my lower thighs to upper arms. Awkwardly exposed, as he
then ties a rope to each of my big toes and pulls them secure to tie on the
legs of the table behind my head. Another rope doubled up around my waist
and hooked into the ceiling.. Watching as he takes two 18vinch thin dowels of
wood and wrapping a string tightly into notches on one end. Seeing that
there are matching notches in the other end of the thin pieces. Then
watching as he spreads the untied ends of the dowels and moaning as his finger
grasps the loose meat of my labia and slips it between the spread dowels.
Pulling more of it through the opening and then tying the end shut on my
trapped flesh. Moaning and wiggling as I feel the tightness of my sensitive
skin looking like a malignant growth oozing from the sides of the wood.
Feeling a slight tug as he settle the long end of the tied wood between two
strands of the rope hanging from the ceiling. Securing the wood trapping my
cunt lips to center over my body.
Waiting for the next step and seeing him raising his cane to tap on my
sole. Aloud moan of pain as the stinging tap renews the pain of the
previous night. Then the other sole, a wicked sting of pain, alternating
between the soles of my feet and the exposed flesh of the back of my thighs.
Moaning and groaning, aloud to voice my responses from my ungagged mouth.
Feeling him working my body into a wet arousal trapped in my stretched labia.
An occasional snap across my breasts and nipples for a variation, as my
body wiggles helplessly exposed to his attention. Then feeling the tapping
of the cane on the dowels, the vibration running along the lengths of the
thin wood, My eyes slitting as I feel my cunt and core responding to the
nerve endings teased by the vibration. Tapping on one side the other. The
tapping tugging gently on my trapped cunt lips. First tapping down and
then tapping under the wood to pull it up. My body rolling gently on the
table feeling my arousal building. Almost in a sensous state as my insides
ripple gently with a slow release.
The a loud scream of surprise and pain and pleasure as the cane moves
to the middle of the tied wood. The stinging slaps on the cunt lips traps
and exposed like a delciately on chop sticks. My screams now loud moans
and whimpers as the cane teases the sticks and then my cunt flesh and then my
exposed soles of my feet. Helpless waiting for the sting on a body part
and writhing in pain and pleasure as endorphins fill my body with a lovely
languor of well being and pleasure. My cunt ripplling inside as I long for
the touch of the cane on my helpless cunt lips. My juices flowing freely
inside my cunt. Walls contracting as I ride a long orgasm of release
exposed and helpless as the crowd around me watches. My eyes wide and my moan of
pleasure a low whimper of sound. My legs and toes cramping. NIpples
thrusting achingly from my flat chest as the cane crueely bites into my flesh.
Roiling in a long drawn out orgasm as my juices leak from my distended
cunt lips and wet my exposed anus with my grease.
Eyes going wide as a blunt finger uses my grease to lube my ass and
shove into the dark opening as the cane continues to sap my body of any hope
of control. Again and again multiple orgasms rocking my body as the
tortured cunt lips beg to be struck again. Sweat coating my body as I move my
head back and forth and moan in a continuous sound of need.
Wanting to beg Stephen to stop, my body a helpless as he brings me so
close to sub space again. My mind just waiting the next slap of the cane
on my labia, needing the next slap and now actually begging in front of the
people for another slap and another. My eyes wet with tears and spittle
flying from my mouth as I beg and conjole and scream out my need.
Finally finding myself moaning and begging with just the tease of the
cane on my body. Then laying back helpless and spent. Gurgling like a
happy baby at just the lightest touch of the cane on my messy cunt lips, or
his finger teasing my engorged and throbbing pearl.
Feeling the cool soothing hand of a woman standing over me as I still
quiver on the table. My emotions running a gamut, as I feel a deep loss as
Stephen undoes the dowels sandwiching my pussy lips. Then feeling the
cramping of my body as he releases my toes and thighs. Rolliing slackly to
hang on the edge of the table not moving. Feeling hands touching my breasts
and nipples, a mouth sucking at one. Other fingers spreading my cunt lips
and massaging the inside of my sloppy cunt walls. A few sips of water and
my unconscious awareness returning in the form of a stinging pain to my
body where the cane bruised again the soft flesh, but also dull ache to my
twice abused breasts. Closing my eyes and relaxing, drawing on the little
reserve I have left, as Stephen walks away to another station, devise or
whatever explaining how it might be used.
Eyes opening as I feel a man's cock against my thigh and then it
slipping into my nerveless and at present slack cunt. His hard prick shoving
into my defenseless pussy and fucking the messy and slick hole as I lay back
with not even enough strength to look at whom it might be. Letting the man
use my cunt as the vessel it is, deserving to be fucked by anyone who
needs relief and to drop a load of semen in a nasty hole. My only thought as I
close my eyes and feel the cock strokes the oily walls of my cunt, being
that I hope that Stephen gets payment from the man. Weakly working my
muscles to try to give the man some resistance as I feel him finally jerk
against my body and then again, holding his cock inside of me as he pulls my
thighs thighs tight to him, spewing his seed deep in my cunt. Milking his cock
more firmly now as I lay spent on the small table surface. Feeling him
wiping his spent cock on my thighs and stomach and hearing him walk away.
The creamy semen, oozing from my cunt lips as I lay waiting for
Stephen to return and direct me to the next session. As some return, hearing one
Dominant asking if his submissive might lick my cummy pussy. Feeling the
wet tongue and lips sucking at my abused cunt lips, knowing it is a male by
the scratchy growth of shaved hair follicles. Again not lifting my head
to see who is enjoying a nasty snowball from my cunt. It has no importance
other then to demean the man sucking another's man cum from a fucked hole.
Stephen finally easing the man from between my legs and lfting me
upright into a sitting position. "You need to be shocked back to life dear
Raven." His words obviously a pun and a hint as to what direction we will be
heading, as he slides me to the floor and points me to the table. Walking
slowly, feeling the sticky cum between my legs and dripping in annoying
strings from my opening, swiping at it and licking the scum from my fingers.
Laying down on the table and being strapped in arm and leg and waist
and forehead to protect myself. Wondering what Master Stephen has in mind;
but knowing that it can be quite intense in many ways. Wet fingers teasing
my nipples to a pebble hardness and then wincing as I feel the bit of the
alligator clips on my sensitive nipples. His fingers insuring they won't
come off as he squeezes them into the dark nerve endings. Then feeling
another set biting into my already sensitive labia. A low soft moan as I
adjust to the sharp pain of the teeth.
The hum of the machine turning on, causing me to look at the dials.
Then tensing as I feel the first gentle tingle. Taking slow deep breathes
as I wait, my sloppy labia wet and shiney between my legs. Feeling a
stronger level as my nipples tingle and then feeling the increasing voltage
lifting my back from the table. Eyes rapidly moving as I try to not make a
sound, to make Master Stephen work a little. Hissing through pursed lips as he
increases the feed again in my nipples. The tingling now much more then a
tingle, my body tensing as the current stings my nipples with short jolts
as Stephen teases my breasts. Fighting a war of wills with him as I bite
my lower lip to keep from crying out with the current flowing into my body
with increased power with each flick of his hand, and then feeling my legs
tense as he turns on the clips on my cunt lips. Dripping some water on my
breasts and my pussy to make the flesh more conductive.
My eyes wide as I feel my body stiffening as I fight the jolts of
electricity surging into my nipples and labia. Tensing more and then a
whimper escaping as he flips the switch again. My whole body tensing as I
finally give him a long moan of response. Seeing his smile as he has won the
battle. Now that I have lost my will to resist, the current stinging and
biting into my flesh with each turn of his hand. Teasing my body as he slowly
increases and then shuts it off. Body jerky, my defenses non existent, as
I ride the quick sting of each wrist flick. Though not one of my favorite
things, feeling my cunt leaking juices as I walls contract as he increases
the duration and power of the current flowing into my body.
My body starting to twitch as the muscles respond to the current.
Then sccreaming long and hard as he turns it up a couple of notches more then
before. My body lifting from the table, arching as it is held just by the
staps. Jerking and cramping and twisitng as I writhe in real pain as he
hold and then releases. Sweat beading my body in a clammy dampness, My body
still trembling as I lay still. Watching as he ties a bit between my
teeth. Shaking my head in a plea as he moves his hand back to the controls.
Then biting into the bit hard, as he has increased the current one more
notch. My body jerking spastically and feeling my bladder release and wet the
table under me, a brief water spout of urine lifting from my cunt and then
falling back onto the table as he cuts the current.
Little tingle of sensation as he lets my urine act as a conductor
under my body. Moaning as my nipples and cunt lips tingle even when the
current isn't on. Watching as he hooks up another machine and attaches a clip
and prod to the terminals. Watching as he greases the end of the prod and
then leaning forward, slipping it into my anus. My body shaking as I lay
helpless. Then moaning as I feel the bite of the alligator clamp on the
sensitive flesh of my pearl. Venting a loud scream as the teeth bite into my
clit.
A long low moan as he turns on the first machine and then the second
one. My asshole clamping on the probe as I feel the tingle in my clit
increase and block out all thoughts, as my body rocks and rolls on the table.
My insides cramping and rippling as I writhe in pain and a perverse sort of
pleasure once again. Panting, blowing bubbles as I pull on the restraints.
My body still rocking as he turns off the machines and waits and then
turns both on again. Whimpering helplessly, as my responds to the current
flowing through it. Laying open to all who would want to see just how
controlled and conditioned we can become. My thighs tensing as I wiggle like a
worm on a hook. No clear thoughts in my mind just pinpoints of sensation as
Master Stephen plays my body like a musical instrument, drawing vocal
response from me. Laying once again weak and limp on the table. Holding my
breath as I feel each of the clamps lifted from the sensitive parts of my
body and the probe from my anus. Using my mouth and lips to clean the probe,
before setting it down alongside the controllers.
As I sip or more accurately suckle water from a wet rag, I look up at
him with fear and apprehension in my eyes. Not able to remember what he
said is still to be done this night. Waiting and resting up for the next
trail, the next test and demonstration of the resilience of a body and the
limits it might endure. That being the way I think of this evening now. My
resolve not as strong as the evening before. Slowly breaking to accept
what Master Stephen has to give me and feeling thankful for his attention.
Feeling myself not doing a job; but being broken down into the needy
components of my body and being.
Sliding off the table, the smell of my urine and musk strong. My legs
weak as I shuffle behind him, being lead by an invisible leash. Head
lowered and stopping when he does. Looking at the apparatus, A simple form
two block of wood upright and then one block resting over them. Then lower
two blocks coming out from the legs; but not meeting. Straps in the wood
uprights and more on the upper crosspiece.
His hand gripping my wrist and pulling me over to the structure,
having me sit over the opening of the lowers blocks, ass cheek and thigh
straddling the end of the block, digging into my flesh. The opening directly
under my body, maybe three inches where the wood didn't meet. My ankles pulled
to each inside leg and strapped to a metal clamp and then placing my
wrists on the upright piece and my hands securely, just outside the width of my
shoulders. A ball gag inserted into my mouth with a round hole opening in
my mouth. The hard edges pressing against my lips and cheeks as I breath.
Already making a nasty saliva as my tongue wiggles nervously in my mouth.
Looking at the grouping of men and some women as I gargle and drool,
strings of nasty moisture sliding and hanging from my chin. The rough block
chaffing my ass and thighs as I shift on the edges of the opening.
Then watching as her slides a block of wood with a bottle jack mounted
on it and a thick black dildo mounted to that. Seeing the top of his head
as he kneels and positions it between the split opening of wood between my
legs. Hearing and then feeling as he raises the jack and his fingers
positioning the fat knob of the dildo against my labia. Then his hand
slipping it into my pussy, and screwing the jack higher till the dildo his filling
my tunnel. Eyes going wide as I feel the girth holding my walls apart, my
juices allowing the ersatz cock to slip easily into me. More saliva being
processed and oozing from my ball gag opening. Coating the cross bar and
dripping on my thighs in long mucously globs. My chest heaving as I feel
the prick filling me like I so love. Nipples hard and thick on my small
breasts.
Master Stephen's hand at my back pushing me forward, "lean your
breasts on the wood," his words soft in my ear, as I obediently lean forward,
lifting and letting the small mounds rest on the rough wood. His hand
settling them to extend over the edge of the wood. Then taking a round piece of
iron with a hole in each end and pressing it over my breasts where they
meet my chest. Mashing the soft yielding flesh against the wood and then
dropping a screw in one hole and using an electric drill to tighten it in the
wood, holding the bar tight then doing the other side, then drill each side
down tighter, more secure. The iron bar, mashing my breasts against the
wood. Feeling the flesh flattening and laying helplessly exposed, not able
to pull my body back now. My nipples sticking erotically hard. The ache in
my breasts not as bad as when they were bound with the twine, but very
aware of the steel bar holding them in place.
Looking up at Master Stephen, drool coating my face as I blow spittle
through the hole piece with each breath. Watching as he takes the thin
cane and slap at the insides of my thighs. My body jerking in response to the
hard stinging slaps. Forcing my thighs to tense and grasp at the cock
inside my cunt. My legs a series of straight red lines from the caning. The
flesh raised with welts. Moaning and groaning through my mouth piece as he
speeds of the wrist movement. Then writhing to escape as they cane works
over the squeezed breast flesh, the vicious swipes stinging the hard nipples
and trapped soft breast flesh. Spittle flying as my tongue tries to
voice the complains of my body, to scream of the pain as I shake helplessly
unable to escape the torment of the caning. My body helplessly held in place
by my ankles and wrists and breasts and cunt. Not able to escape the
continued torture of the cane. Not really wanting to escape it. Wanting to
embrace the pain and welcome it to my body.
Trying to take deep breathes, the flemmy moisture in my mouth rattling
like nastily as I choke on the buildup. My hair wet limp strands hanging
down into my sweaty face. Looking down at my breasts, mauled and mashed
and slick with my spit. My body heaving as I cry helplessly, not able to
take more pain and not able to escape it. Taking a few moments to rest, as
Stephen steps away, looking up at the gathered people and not seeing sympathy
in their faces, but a mixture of lust and disgust and in one woman
jealousy possibly. Thinking how she would like to take my place, not sure if she
understands my condition at the moment; but she is willing to try it. Head
hanging, sagging as I wait and hear and then see Master Stephen kneeling in
front of the frame. Feeling his fingers touching my labia, moving them
with his fingers and then feeling the touch on my clit. Taking a deep breath
and raising my head, moaning as a brush over the smooth throbbing tissue,
and then my head rearing back, as I feel the tingle and vibration of the
tool touching my pearl, the stimulation shaking my body as I scream and moan.
Not able to escape the touch of the vibrator, held to my most sensitive
part, my button. My body trembling with the sensation and then shaking
more, Legs tensing and cumming hard, as my cunt spasms again and again on the
thick molded cock in my cunt. riding the sensation emanating from and
through my clit. wanting to escape this most intimate and intense stimulation.
Screaming and writhing uncontrollably as Stephen takes a hard orgasm from
my cunt, using my cunt and bending it to his will. The vibrator
relentless, not easing up when I cum; but continuing to massage my clit, my eyes
going wide, hips moving to escape the touch, as Stephen takes another long
drawn out orgasm from me. My eyes moving side to side in my head as it flails
around my spittle spraying me and Stephen as I scream into the ball gag,
helpless unable to vent my need to have the vibrator stopped. To leave the
over stimulated clit alone. Stephen taking it one more time with the
incessant buzz and movement of the small head on my throbbing and now painfully
sensitive clit. Tears rolling down my cheeks as I writhe against my
restrains, long seconds after he turned off the vibrator.
Moans still issuing from my sore lips as I lay weak and leaking spit
and snob from my mouth and nose and my grease from my still hard clamped
cunt. Eyes unfocused as I hiss and pant, my breasts sore from where I pulled
on them as I came and came, past my limit of endurance.
Not even aware of being released and dragged over to a set of low
stocks. My arms and head held between the wooden beams, bent over waist high,
a spreader bar attached to my ankles. Draped, head hanging as Stephen
takes a bucket of water and throws it on my face. The cool moisture washing
some of the scum from my face and soothing and awaking me to my
surroundings once more. My hair pasted to my face as I wait, my muscles weary and
aching, the stinging from the cane still a dull pain all over my body. My
genitalia swollen and bruised and still partially engorged as I stand bent and
spread leg waiting for the next phase of this evenings program.
Not thinking on what Master Stephen as planned or is going to do,
just accepting that he has the right to do what he wants to me and my body.
As he bends down to look me in the eyes, his face so close to mind, filling
my mind with the desire to make him happy with me. Eyes partially glazed
as I listen to his soft words, his hand caressing my cheek, rubbing my face
to his hand as I nod my head agreeing to whatever he is saying, and then
as he stands upright and backs away, realizing I don't remember what I just
agreed to or heard.
My eyes seeing as he picks up a flogger and am mesmerized as he steps
close and his wrist spins the flogger with his wrist. The tails of leather
flicking up under the enclosing wood of the stock and striking my breasts
and tummy. My flesh rippling under the skin of my toned stomach, nipples
painfully sending neutral messages to my body and feeling a knot of pleasure
building in my core. Moaning softly as the slap of my flesh pounding in
my ears, or is it my heartbeat, as I feel the loving blows stinging again
and again into my unresisting flesh. My legs trembling as he moves around
and works my legs from my calves up to my thighs, then the globes of my ass
cheeks and further up till the tails are lapping at my back and curling
sweetly against my breasts and swaying nipples. My feet shifting as my hips
roll in a slow circle to the caress of the now wet leather tongues. Then
moaning louder and steadier as he concentrates on the area between my legs,
the tails unfurling from below and caressing my labia and inner thighs like
the touch of a lover. Whimpering helplessly as my hips jerk and hump the
empty air, as my juices darken the color of the floggers tips.
Finding my body humping even when he stops, my whimpering that of a
needy girl, so lost in her desire to please and be pleased. Accepting
everything her lover has to offer. Not registering as the cock pushes into my
mouth, my hair held up and the man fucking my mouth as my body rocks and
shivers on the other side of the stocks. Lips sucking noisily on the fat meat
stick filling my mouth. Tasting the warm cream as it fills my mouth and
then next spurts of cum. One man finishing as another takes his place. The
flogging of my cunt finished and the tails of leather against my swollen
cunt lips, now the warm meat of a cock sliding into my pussy from behind, My
body bent to service a man from the front and back. My tongue feeling
thick and coated with semen as one fucks my mouth and then another does my
pussy. Eyes staring at the hairy groin as he pushes in and feeling the scratchy
pubic hair grinding into my soft skin. My cunt still squeezing at the
cock and then cocks filling my pussy, milking at them and pushing back as I
thoughtlessly accept whoever wants to use my body. Feeling a small orgasm,
but basically accepting that I am a cum bucket, cum holes for the pleasure
and use of those that need to dump a load of seed. My chin sloppy from the
white cream slipping out and dangling in long cobweb like strands to the
floor.
Master Stephen finally coming back from explaining to the group as
they wander around the room, to allow those needing to use me a chance to
finish. Eyes gazing ahead staring into the distance and lips slack, my cunt
leaking residual as it slowly drains out of my cunt. A puddle of white
cream between my spred legs, as Master Stephen announces to those still left
and some newcomers; that this will be the final demonstration of the night.
Still not thinking on what will be this last and final scene. Just
hoping I have pleased him and all that have watched. A minute of silence and
then a gasp from the crowd standing to the side. Not able to turn my head
as I hear the tapping of feet on the floor. A wet snort, then another and
the noisy slurping behind me. Not thinking much on it as I patiently and
wearily await the end of this evening and showing. Then jerking as I feel
the cool wet touch on my still engorged labia. Then feeling it again and a
loud sniffing. My mind finally thinking on what is behind me and
beginning to understand, as long wet flexible tongue slips between my legs and
starts to lick as my cummy slick thighs. My eyes going wide as I groan
loudly, the wide tongue curling over my hanging cunt lips and slipping between
them as it gorges itself on my skanky cunt and the semen still trapped in my
cunt.
My ass cheeks tensing and dimpling as I try to move and close my legs.
Helpless to stop the canine tongue from feasting monmy genitalia and
various liquids coating them. My body quivering as I feel the tongue giving me
oral sex like no man has every done or most likely will. Legs tensing and
my moans a long wail of shame and pleasure as my nerve endings rise to the
stimulii of the long thick flexible muscle. Lifting on my toes as I rise
up to escape the constant licking and intrusion of the tongue into my well
used labia and also into my rose. Trembling as in spite of myself, I am
not able to stop the sensations, the aroused pitch that this dog is bringing
my body to.
The grunting and growls of the canine behind me, becoming louder and
more angry in sound. Screaming in pain and terror as the huge dog lifts up
and dros his paws clutching my back and scrapping away layers of skin as he
gouges my flesh from my sides. Eyes going wide as the huge slimey dog
cock slaps against the inside of my thighs and then finally finds my sloppy
cunt. The bone in the cock bruising my labia with the blunt thrusts that
missed. Panting as my mind comes to the realization that Master Stephen is
having me bitch fucked by his dog El Cid. The dog is a monster, A Spanish
Mastiff well over two hundred pounds of muscle. And long thick dog cock.
Whimpering as the long thick cock takes my cunt in a steady tattoo of quick
thrusts. My shoulders being pushed into the wooden stocks with each thrust
of his muscular haunches. Spittle flying form my mouth as moan and groan
against the fierce onslaught. My body struggling to not cave in under the
weight of the frantic dog. My cunt lips and tunnel being filled and the
tip of the dog rubbing hard on my cervix and womb opening. Trying to
scream, as my body helplessly sheathes the dog cock and I can feel the swollen
knot pressing against my bruised labia and the opening into my cunt. The dog
trying to push the softball size knot into my cunt. Trying to knot me
like his bitch, so he can spew his seed into me and seal it from leaking out.
The knob bruising my cunt lips sorely as he continues to thrust and
finally discharges a vast quantity of thin cum into my cunt. Holding his
body tight to mine as he pumps and pumps more into my womb, coating me with
his nasty dog seed. Using me like his bitch. And then with a soft growl,
pulling free of me to lay down and lick at his red cummy cock. Cleaning his
cum and my cunt juice from his cock, before it disappears in the sheath
again. Tears of pain and humiliation streaming down my face as I can feel
warm wet blood leaking from the scratches from his thick sharp toe nails. My
cunt open and gapping as the thin cum leaks from it and puddles on the
floor between my legs. Whimpering as I tremble and quiver like a mare being
mounted. Hanging from the stock bent over. My legs quaking with the
physical and emotional strain of being publicly dog fucked. Still not
understanding how this happened, as I shake in disbelief, as the cum sliding down my
labia and thighs. The scent of musk strong as I look up at Master Stephen
as he strokes my cheek. Not sure what I want to say to him, still not
believing that he had me used for K9 without my permission.
Feeling that my pussy must still be gaping after the piston like fuck
that probably lasted only a few minutes. But the power and number of
strokes more then making up for the actual time. Feeling the kiss of Stephen's
lips on my sweaty forehead as I quiver still, knowing that there are people
still looking at my ravaged cunt. Trying to squeeze my cunt lips closed,
but unable with the spreader between my legs, leaving me wide open and
exposed. The almost ten inch cock of El Cid a cunt splitter and with that a
girth that is nearly three inches in diameter, he is a definite monster cock.
Just one that normal humans don't take into their bodies. Master Stephen
has used El Cid to fuck me before, but not in a public forum like this,
and not secured and helpless to resist and not after a long session of
physically and emotionally draining sadist use. We have fucked in front of
small select groups of men and women. And on my hands and knees like a bitch,
but not secured.
Trembling and sinking down to the floor on my hands and knees as he
undoes the upper bar of the stocks, freeing my head and arms. "Clean it up
bitch." Eyes looking up at him helplessly and sliding around with my legs
still wide because of the spreader, I lower my head and lap at the puddle
of thin dog cum. Tasting the think viscous liquid, swallowing it as some of
the bystanders watch in awe and disgust most likely. My damp hair coated
with dog cum as I clean the last of the moisture from the floor. Looking
up expectantly, like a puppy looking for approval. "Anyone want to fuck my
dog's bitch?" Hanging my head as I kneel on all fours waiting. "You may
crawl back to the office." Awkwardly crawling on all fours, my body once
again aching and burning from the hard use. The human cum and lots of dog
seed slipping from my cunt and coating my labia and thighs with a slick and
scummy coating.
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