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Subject: {ASSM} The Taming of Cindy - Days One Through Three NC
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Thanks to Ted E Bear whose ideas and editing are incorcorated into this
story.
Cindy wasn't considered beautiful by the girls in her senior class in
high
school. She was 18 years old and had full curves, full thighs, full
voluptuous
breasts. Svelte she wasn't, and svelte was in - for the girls. Boys,
however,
saw in her the raw material for their endless fantasies. I couldn't get
her
out of my mind, and just had to have her. I had just bought a house and
discovered an old forgotten underground bomb shelter beneath its
basement from
the 50's. It was perfect for my plan.
Chloroform, a lonely road at night and an engineered flat tire, and she
was
mine. I held her in a small cage constructed of steel. The floor was
connected
to electrical wires, and simple equipment, allowed me to control the
electrical
current. The bars were only vertical, and were left unconnected to the
electric wires. In the cage, there was only a simple metallic chemical
toilet.
She wore a skirt and a white button down blouse. As she woke up, I
observed
her through a concealed camera. As she became less groggy, she tried to
control
her panic, used the toilet and explored the small cage which she was
locked
into.
I switched on a bright spot light, aimed at her, to keep her panicked
and
confused.
I walked up to the cage and said, "Your name is slave girl, and I am
your
master."
She blinked and tried to control her fear. "Open this thing and let me
out,
NOW!" she demanded.
I switched on the low current, and watched as she jumped and screamed
in pain,
as she madly looked for a way out of her situation. She desperately
lunged for
the bars, and realized they weren't electrified. She pulled herself up
on the
verticle bars, and pressed her feet together against the bars to help
her to
support her weight. But there was no horizontal bars, and the effort
was
exhausting.
Her breasts heaved, as her blouse became soaked in her sweat, and clung
to her
fully curved, well filled out, and now well defined form. I calmly
stood and
observed her, as she inevitably weakened and slipped down the bars,
closer and
closer to the electrified floor. When her foot touched the floor, she
screamed
in shock, and jumped back up to cling with all her diminishing strength
to the
bars, now slippery with her sweat.
After a short time, she was slipping down the bars again, and pleaded
with me,
desperately begging me to turn off the electricity. After several more
seconds,
I turned off the switch. She fell to the floor, and unable to support
her
weight at first.
"Stand slave girl and face your Master!" I demanded.
She got up, still shaking uncontrollably and sweating profusely.
"What is your name?" I asked her.
"Why are you doing this to AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she started to say, before
being
shocked. The current hit her, and she jumped back up on the bars,
clinging
again with both her hands and feet pressed desperately together, with
all her
strength.
"Your name?" I repeated.
"Ci Ci Ci Cindy!!" she cried breathlessly.
"Wrong answer" I replied calmly. I set the timer to random. It would
then
switch the electric current on and off, without warning. "Master will
be back
in a few hours to check on slave girl."
"NO! Don't leave me here, you bastard! Come back!!!" she pleaded.
I observed the scene on my computer screen, as my prisonor periodically
leapt
up from the current flowing though the metal floor, and clung to the
bars.
Inevitably she would tire, and slip down to the floor, and then would
scream
and plead, even though nobody was there, to turn off the electric
current. When
the current was off, she would lay on the floor, curled up in a fetal
position,
or try to find a lose bar, or another way to escape from the cage. She
quickly
realized that her situation was hopeless. She was exhausted and totally
distraught, shaking, and crying.
I returned and switched off the current. She collapsed to the floor. I
let her
rest for a few minutes before saying, "Stand and face me."
She pulled herself up with great effort, by holding onto the bars, and
looked
at me.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"S..s....slavegirl, I am slavegirl." she replied.
"And my name?"
"You are Master."
"Very good slavegirl. Your function is to follow my commands and to
please me.
Or you will be punished." I informed her.
"No! Please, no more." she cried.
"Obeying me is the only way to save yourself from punishments. Unbutton
your
blouse." I advised her.
"No, plea... AHHHHHHJHHH YYYes I will obey!! Please master, turn it
off!!!"
she begged. Back on the metal floor, she unbuttoned her blouse.
"Take it off." I said.
She took it off, revealing a white bra, covering her very full and
generous
tits. A deep cleavage and still a lot more flesh spilling out from
above and
between her full knockers.
"Take off the skirt." I demanded, when her blouse laid on the floor.
Her hands shook, as she undid the buttons and fasteners, then slid the
skirt
down her full ass and generously rounded thighs to the floor. Her
panties were
skimpy, and embarrassed her greatly, as her unshaved triangle was
partly
visible. The muscles in her thighs and calves still twitched and shook
from the
exertion of pressing herself up against the bars of her cage.
I held out my hand and she handed me her clothing through the bars.
"Face left,
slavegirl...now right." I demanded.
Her full body profile was breathtaking. With each breath, her tits rose
and
fell. Her fullness and voluptuousness were everything I had fantasized
about.
I could hardly believe that my fantasy was now reality, and that this
helpless
girl was in a hopeless situation, totally under my control. I wanted to
proceed slowly, to savor every moment.
"Slide the shoulder straps off your shoulders." I commanded, and she
did so
with shaking hands.
"What do you think comes next, slavegirl?" I asked.
"Please." she begged, knowing that I wanted her to expose her tits. She
saw me
reaching for the switch, and pleaded, "No Master, please!! Next you
will
command me to remove my bra."
"Then do it." I replied.
She removed it, and pitifully covered what she could with her trembling
hands.
"Clasp your hands behind your back!" I ordered.
She followed my command, and I gasped, as she revealed the fullest and
most
well formed mounds of breasts that I had ever seen. Her nipples were
partially
erect from the cool air, and her areolae were large and pinkish.
Despite her
fullness, there was amazingly no sagging to her huge tits, and her
nipples
pointed almost straight ahead.
She had tears in her eyes, and was blushing with anger, shame and
humiliation.
She wanted this to end, but was in a hopeless situation. She could
think of no
way out, and was desperate. Also, she was hungry and thirsty, as well
as
exhausted.
"Turn left... right...back to me..bend over..feet apart..further
apart.. face
front... bend over." I said, forcing her to show me her entire, nearly
naked
body.
Her humiliation was complete. Nothing could have prepared her for a
strange
man controlling her and exploiting her, dominating her in this way.
"I know what you are thinking slavegirl. Keep this in mind. You aren't
yet
totally naked. I haven't yet touched you. Your training is only just
beginning.
Now, take off your panties for your master, worthless slave." I said.
She shuddered from both the cold and her fear, and silently wept, as
she slid
her panties down to the floor, and handing them to me, the man who had
full
control over her. She stood before me, her master, totally naked, but
knew not
to try and cover or hide her nakedness from me.
"I know that you are tired slavegirl, but first we have to do some
exercises.
You could lose a kilo or two. You'll do some jumping jacks. Start now!"
I said.
She jumped and spread her feet, while raising her arms high above her
head,
and then jumped back down, with her feet together, and her arms by her
sides.
Her tits jiggled, flapped and danced uncontrollably on her chest, very
uncomfortably, as she jumped up and down.
"Higher! Faster! Or the current gets switched back on!!!" I shouted.
Her speed increased, she began to sweat, and her tits rocked, roiled,
and
swung crazily. When she seemed near collapse, I ordered her to stop.
She was
gasping for breath, as her tits rose and fell with each breath. The
sweat
flowed down and between her heaving boobs, and dripped off of her
nipples. Her
legs were shaking, barely supporting her.
She started to collapse, and sit on the floor when I shouted, "Stand!
Hands
over your head!"
She stood back up, assuming the position that I commanded her to get
into.
She was heaving; exposed, sweating, exhausted, beaten, and trying to
control
her ragged breathing.
"This is just the first day of your training and taming, slavegirl. You
will
obey every order that I give you, and you will satisfy all of my
wishes, you
will turn my fantasies into reality. Now beg your Master to sponge you
off,
and clean you very carefully, especially in the most sensitive parts of
your
body."
DAY TWO
I gave her a small portion of food, and a limited amount of water. I
wanted her
hungry, thirsty and totally dependent on on me. She slept on a thin
mattress
that I supplied to her for a few hours, while I worked out the
continuing plan.
To break this girl was going well, and less of a challenge than I had
thought
it would be. Day two involved something much more difficult. I wanted
to see
if I could bring her to the point where she would be extremely sexually
excited, and would beg me to satisfy her needs. I read about these
situations
all of the time, but it always seemed fake, and much too easy. The girl
in the
story or movie turns into an instant slut, and is begging for it in no
time at
all. I knew it wouldn't be so easy. I doubted if it was even possible
at all.
Day two would be interesting.
"UP!" I shouted, and beat the bars of her cage with a stick, to startle
her
into waking. It all came back to her instantly, and she curled up in
fear.
"One minute for the toilet, and then stand with your hands over your
head."
I watched intently, staring right at her crotch as she urinated, to
continue
her humiliation. She stood in the center of her cage, her hands over
her head,
her tits thrust out and lovely.
"Now, run in place! Begin ... now!" I said, looking at the second hand
of my
watch.
She began running, and her very generous tits began jiggling and
bouncing
wildly.
"Knees higher! Run faster!" I demanded.
She was red from exhertion and shame. Her tits were heaving and
bouncing and
sweat was flowing freely down her body. She strarted to tire and slow
down. A
zap of electricity to the floor caused her to scream in surprise, and
her pace
was faster than ever.
"Beg your Master to let you rest." I said.
"Please Master, let slavegirl rest. PLEASE!!" she pleaded.
"You may stop slavegirl." I replied.
She gasped for breath, then I suddenly doused her with freezing water
from a
shower over her head. The water ran down into a drain in her cage. She
screamed in shock and surprise as the cold water pelted her, and began
shivering and hugging herself in the cold basement air.
"Hands on your head!" I ordered.
She stood with hands on her head, shivering. Her large nipples were
fully erect.
"Come here and stand pressed against the bars!" I demanded.
She did as I had ordered to do, resulting in her tits pressed against
and
through the bars.
"If you move, your punishment will be terible, slut." I advised her.
I couldn't resist pinching and pulling on those full errect nipples,
while she
clenched her teeth, and stood still, with her hands clasped on top of
her head.
She drip dried while I kneaded her breasts and pinched her throbbing
nipples.
She was scared, exhausted, hungry and thirsty. I hoped that this
general
weakness would help me to reach my goal.
It was time to try. I put leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles from
outside
of the cage, and tied her to the bars. After I entered her cage, I
moved her
to the mattress, face up, with her hands and feet spread wide apart,
and tied
to the bars. She was shivering with fear, and begging for release.
I let her rant on, as I took out a vibrator, and traced it ever so
slowly from
the sole of her foot, up her calf, to the insides of her thigh, then
back
down the other thigh and calf. I repeated this again and again. It
wasn't time
to get really intimate yet, so I continued sloooowly the vibrator along
her
ribs, and around her full tits, but not touching her tits themselves
yet.
She calmed down a little, when she realized that there was no pain in
what I
was doing for now. But she wasn't a raging slut, begging for sex yet
either. I
ran the vibrator around her tits, and slowwwly towards the center of
her tit
mounds, closer and closer to her fully engorged, and super-sensitive
nipples.
I placed my lips around her nipples, and began to kiss and suck on
them, as she
begged me not to rape her. I slooowwwly traced the vibrator back down
her ribs,
back to between her legs, in order to check on her wetness. This was
reality.
She was scared, and wanted nothing more than to escape, so as not have
sex
with her captor. She was still dry. I wasn't surprised at this at all.
"Master. please, don't do this to your slavegirl." she begged.
I warned her to shut up, or I would zap her with more electricity. I
then began
to circle her pussy with the vibrator, and to lightly touch her vaginal
lips.
I slipped the vibrator gently between them, but didn't yet enter deeply
inside
of her. She tried to shift away from the vibrator with the limited
freedom of
movement that the ropes provided. I blew on her cunt lightly, and
traced my
fingers lightly around her pussy lips. She tried to close her legs
together,
but of course was unable to do so, because the ropes were holding them
apart.
She had been warned not to speak, but she shook her head 'no', from
side to
side. She longed to escape. She was still dry, so I continued for
several
minutes, including entering her cunt, and stimulating her clit, yet
this girl
had self-control. Though she was my prisoner, she was still in charge
of her
most intimate desires. The morning was gone, and she was only partially
broken.
Spankings can be a turn on, and it was next on my list. I turned my
buxom
slave girl over, and retied her hands and feet. I had her bent over my
knees.
I swatted her ass and upper thighs with a ping pong paddle, while she
counted
each stoke, and was then forced to thank me. Each swat made her tits
heave and
jiggle, as they hung heavily below her body, unsupported. Her ass
became
crimson and hot. Her face was no less red with shame and exertion.
I smacked one side of her full ass, then the other, alternating until
she could expect where the blow would fall and the pain would explode
on her tender tortured ass. Then I concentrated only on the right
buttock and smacked her hard six times in a row. The full fleshy skin
was red and flaming. She screamed in pained surprise and begged me to
stop. After 40
strokes, I traced my fingers from her knees up to the insides of her
thighs,
and around her pussy lips. She was wet outside, but it was sweat, and
not her
natural lubricating juices that accounted for it. Inside, she remained
dry and
in control.
I wasn't sure if my slave knew what my goal was. I couldn't let her
know that
so far she was winning the contest of control over her desires. Day one
was
the master's, but day two was won by the sexy, buxom slave with the
huge
heaving tits, even if she didn't know it.
DAY THREE
I expected to face a challenge, and I was right. This wasn't a stupid
submissive slut, like in 90% of the bondage flicks, who explodes into
an orgasm
as soon as the whip is flicked on her naked skin. I had in my
possession a
normal young woman, who though she obeyed my every command, because she
had no
choice, her sexual desires were still under her own control. She wasn't
a hot
bitch in heat, but a fully curved, captured prize, who wanted to go
home.
I was angry and frustrated, so of course I took it out on my top-heavy
slave
girl. I loved to see her tits heave and jiggle, and to see her grow red
with
exhaustion and humiliation. I made her dance for me, and zapped her
every time
that she started to slow down. The sight of her humping, while shaking
and
bouncing her tits was a total turn on, and I reveled in it, until she
stumbled
and fell to the ground from total exhaustion.
She was smelling quite rank by this time, and I decided to reward her
for
turning me on, with a warm shower. I provided soap and shampoo, and
left her
in supposed privacy in her cell, over the drain, with the warm water
running
this time, instead of just the cold water. Unknown to her, I was
watching her
on my computer screen, from the hidden camera trained on her cell.
Following the usual soaping, as I watched her intently, it finally
dawned on me.
She had a secret spot, as perhaps all women do. She also thought that
she
deserved the one reward that she could give to herself, in her hopeless
situation. She soaped and rubbed herself lightly with the tips of her
fingers
in two places, on the undersides of her breasts, just below her
areolas, and
especially in that private place between her cunt and her anus. It
couldn't be
called masturbation, but she received great comfort from it.
I returned and toweled her dry. I then tied her hands behind her back.
I explained to her that she
would
massage me, all over my body, using only her breasts and nipples. She
started
to protest, but I slapped the side of her udder, which hit the other
one,
setting both of them swinging, like a pool ball reaction.
She held back a tear, and began massaging my chest. I rubbed a fragrant
oil
onto her tits, concentrating just below her nipples, and observed that
she
closed her eyes, and sharply took in her breath, when I touched her
there. I
got completely undressed, and ordered her to concentrate on my
erection. It
was magnificent. Next, I commanded the buxom slut to start from my
head, and
work down my body, so that she would rub me, while stimulating the
sensitive
undersides of her bulging tits. Again she closed her eyes, and breathed
in
gasps, as she was forced to stimulate herself.
Next I laid her down on her back, again tying her feet up and apart. I
started
to lightly stimulate her around her pussy lips, and then sloowwwly
worked my
way back towards her anus. She gritted her teeth and breathed hard. The
air
whooshed in and out of her lungs, as her full chest rose and fell. She
arched
her back up off of the mattress, and closed her eyes.
After lightly stroking her in a circular pattern for several minutes,
alternating
between her most sensitive and private spot, and her pussy lips, I
lifted my fingers
slightly
from her pulsating body. She immediately bucked and sought out my
fingers. She
then willed herself to lie there still. She was struggling with
herself. She
loved the stimulation, and needed it badly, but to get it, meant
surrendering
her last vestige of respect and dignity, to her hated master. Her hands
were
bound and her legs spread wide, so that she could only get this
stimulation
from me. I observed her torment, and blew lightly on that open,
vulnerable spot. the light tufts of hair parted from the air passing
through them and the nerve endings of this secret location were exposed
as never before and were being exquisitely stimulated with no
protection at all. My slave's secret weakness was not only discovered
for the first time, it was being fully exploited. I decided to take a
gamble. I told
her that
I would leave her now, in this position, to rest for a while.
"No, please Master." she pleaded.
"What, you don't want to rest?" I asked in mock surprise.
"Please untie me, Master." she begged, wanting to continue the
wonderful stimulation, but on her
own.
"Master will leave you to rest like this for a few hours."
My finger was still there, so close to her most tender and sensitive
spot. She
struggled within herself, gritting her teeth, almost seeming to bite
her
tongue, and finally she bucked her whole body as much as she could, in
order to
reach my fingers, and screamed, "NO, Master! Please continue! PLEASE
don't
leave me like this."
Another victory for the master!! Instead of the finger, I continued
stroking her with the head
of my
cock, just below her pussy lips where she was most sensitive, and with
my own lips on the undersides of
her
very full tits. Her nipples became instantly and fully engorged. I
entered her,
and found her to be fully lubricated and very wet.
I wasn't surprised to find out that she wasn't a virgin, though she was
still
VERY tight. As I thrust into her, she seemed to relax her muscles down
there,
but when I pulled out, she seemed to clamp down tightly on my cock. I
wasn't
sure if she was truly a slut, who'd been fucking for some time, or was
just
naturally talented. As I pushed in and out of her, she seemed to try
and match
my rhythm, thrusting her hips towards mine as I pumped into her, and
pulling
away as I pulled away from her.
She was grunting and moaning, in what sounded to me like pure pleasure
as we
fucked. We came almost simultaneously, in our respective raging
climaxes. She
squealed in delight as her orgasm washed over her. Her pussy clamped
down
tightly on my cock, as she grasped me in a death grip, her back arched
up off
of the mattress, as she held that position, frozen for few moments.
Then, as
her pussy milked my cock for every last drop of sperm that I had in my
balls,
she fucked me even faster than we had been doing before. It was too
much for
me to hold off, as I pumped her full of my jiz.
When we calmed down, I untied her. I let her sleep undisturbed for the
next
several hours as a reward for making her master's fantasy come true.
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