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Subject: {ASSM} The Come N Dump Inn 5
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Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 10:10:14 -0500
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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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