The hunger...

Here is a story I wrote for my slave yesterday. she though all of you might enjoy. Please comment if you do...


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Master was feeling the hunger upon Him. He came home and His piggie was waiting for Him as she always was. On her knees, eyes down and mouthcunt open. His mind had been a maelstrom of hunger and fierce passion all day. He needed to use her and hurt her. The Beast was awake, and couldn't be denied when it was like this. He walked quickly to her, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to the training room. she had no time to catch herself, so she was drug by her ponytail all the way down the hallway. she knew it would be a night of tears and screams by His actions. she knew she would give Him all that He needed. she was His, and she lived for these nights. she suffered at His hand, but she suffered beautifully. These were the nights when she was most valuable to Him. He couldn't get this from anyone else. No other could take His furious passions and hungers.

He quickly and silently strapped her to the cross. her face towards the wooden beams. she knew He would be grabbing the heavy flogger first. He loved it and it always got them both warmed up. The first blow landed hard and heavy, There would be no warm up. He was barely controlled fury as He flogged her all over. Starting with that grand ass, but not ignoring her back either. she moaned and gasped at the heavy blows handing on her body. her flesh began to glow from the hard blows. He came up behind her and pulled her head back by her hair. He whispered into her ear. "I will devour you tonight slave. Body and soul."  e reached around and viciously squeezed her sensitive nipple between His strong fingers as He groound His steel hard cock between those round ass cheeks.

He lay down the flogger and picked up the cane. she knew things would get much worse for her now, but it would allow Him the release He needed. she would take His pain. she would always suffer for Him in any way He needed. He gave her so much, it was an honor to take His pain in return. The first blow was breath taking. It felt like a line of fire across her ass as He struck her. she knew there would be  awelt nd naybe blood there. Another landed quickly as He got into a rhythm. her flesh was tortured and marked. His cane opened wounds on her. she could feel the blood flowing, and she knew this would only arouse the Beast more. He gave her a caning unlike any she had ever had before. Soon she found herself floating. The blows registering, but no longer hurting. she was in the place where she could take all Master had to give her, and all He needed to take from her.

Soon He slowed as He saw the effects of His cane. She was a bloody mess, as was He. her blood was splashed on His face and clothing. The cane was a crimson red. He stopped and took a deep breath. The monster was sated for now. she hung from her bindings. A glassy look in her eyes as Master freed her. she wrapped her arms around Him as He took her down from the cross. He brushed her hair from her sweaty face and kissed her deeply. she responded slowly at first, but then passionately as she regained herself. Her arms were around His neck in a loving and needy embrace.

He took her to the shower and gently washed her wounds. As He stood behind her, washing her back, she pushed back against His hard cock. she looked over her shoulder and asked Master to take her. To use His asshole to get His release. He soaped up His cock and her tight shithole, then grabbed her hips and slid into that tight backdoor. They moved together quickly. Both frantic in their need. He pulled her by the hair as she pushed back against Him as hard as she could. He could feel His orgasm building, and as He was about to cum. her body starting shaking as her own orgasm hit. It sent Him over the edge, and He buried Himself up that tight. hot fuckhole, and filled her bowels with His seed. They both shook with the fury of their combine orgasms until the tremors subsided.

As He pulled out, He spun her around. she immediately began washing His cock, then sucked the last drops of cum from His shaft. she stood once again in front of him, and looking Him in the eye said. "I will be punished for cumming without permission." It wasn't a question. she was just stating a fact. she was right. she would be, but not tonight He though as He smiled down at her. He turned off the water. Dried her off before she did the same for Him, then they walked to the bedroom to get dressed. she still had to make her Master's dinner after all. A slave's duty never ended...

Watching her...

He had been watching her for a long time. He knew she had turned 18 just a few weeks ago. He also knew that she was the biggest slut in her high school class. She had been a little cock sucker for the last couple years, and he had been biding his time until now. He couldn't wait any longer, and he wouldn't wait any longer. Today was the day he would take her.

She walked to her door completely unaware of what was about to happen. She didn'r hear him coming up behind her as she unlocked the door, but he timed it perfectly. As soon as she opened the door, he shoved her inside with his hand over her mouth. She was about to scream when she saw his knife in front of her eyes. He held it to her throat and told her if she screamed, it would be the last sound she ever made. She nodded her head in understanding. Knowing he wouldn't hesitate to silence her if necessary.

He held her by the throat, and ripped open her blouse. She had such fat young tits. They were heavy, but still had that youthful firmness that help them up. He drug his blade along the tender flesh of those fat globes. Making her gasp as she felt the sharp edge against her flesh. He put the blade to her throat as she felt his hardness press into the crack of her ass. He told her if she was a good little girl, she would get out of this in one piece.

He stripped her completely and through her to her knees. He told her she bettter suck his cock good, or she would suffer badly. Tears were in her eyes as she took him into her mouth. She started sucking him good with all her skills. He knew what a good cock sucker she was, and he told her so, and that she better give her all. he held his blade before her eyes so she would know what was her fate if she wasn't a good girl.

She suxked him good and made him very hard. He grabbed her by the hair and through her down on the carpet. Her face to the floor as he rubbed his cock along her tender folds. The naughty little cunt was wet. He knew she was just just a cunt that really needed to be used like a piece of fuckmeat. She was a filthy little bitch, and no amount of pleading would prove any different. He buried his fat cock into her wet cunt in one quick thrust. Making her gasp and cry out at the violence of it. He grabbed her by the hips and plowed into her hard and ruthless. She sobbed and cried out, but he cared not a bit for her pain. He was there to get his pleasure, and he didn't care how she felt.

After he get good and hard, and his cock was well slicked by her tight cunt, he pulled out and shoved himself into her tight asshole. She screamed at the sudden invasion of her tender back door. She wasn't expecting it, and the pain was sudden and intense. He told her she better be quiet and take it like the whore she was, or he would hurt her bad. She bit her knuckles in an atttempt to stay quiet. She hoped he would finish quickly and leave her alone, but she wasn't sure she would even make it out of this alive.

He grunted with each thrust into her ruined asshole. She was split wide open by his pounding cock, and she laid there taking it. The pain was intense, and she knew he didn't care about how much pain he was inflicting.

He became quite frantic, and she hoped that meant he was about to finish. He suddenly grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her up and shoved his hard cock into her mouth. She could taste her ass on his cock, but before she could think about it, he shot his load into her mouth. Filling it with his hot seed. She swallowed it in fear. Knowing if she spit it out, he would take that badly.

Once he was finished, he looked down at her, his hand wrapped in her hair and yanked her to her feet. Looking into her eyes, a grin suddenly split his hard features. She smiled back at him, and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

"Thank you Daddy.", she said as she hugged him and gave him a big kiss.

He smiled down at her and had to admit to himself. His step daughter had become quite the kinky little bitch...

Reality TV

See the post on my other blog to check out an opportunity to share our true lifestyle with the rest of the world.

http://thetrainingofmylovelyslut.blogspot.com/2013/03/reality-tv.html


William

Pussy whipped..

It's been way too long since I posted anything here. So here is a quick one from My twisted mind...


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She was bound to the St Andrews cross. Waiting for him to begin. She was his to use as he wanted. She had given up her safeword, and he was the final arbiter of what she would experience. He approached her swinging the heavy flogger, and she knew that he would not be gentle.

The first lash landed across her tits. She moaned in pain and pleasure. Loving the impact of his whip on her flesh. He whipped her tits until she was the proper shade of red he wanted before he moved lower.
She found herself bound spread eagle on the St Andrews cross. Her legs were tied wide open, She could do nothing to shield herself, and that is how she wanted it. She wanted nothing more than to be helpless
She was tied there, awaiting his use. He approached her with the flogger in his hand. The heavy one that made such an impact on her in so many ways. She felt it physically and mentally. He walked up swinging it through the air. Showing it to her so she could see what she would soon be bnefore her Master. She had given up all control to him. No safeword anymore. She was his to use however he desired.
e moved lower. Her legs were spread, inviting him to delve deeper into her moist center. The whip landed at her most tender spot. She gasped at the first lash that landed on her tender cunt. He was going to whip that fuck hole until he was pleased that she had enough...Lash after lash landed on her molten center. Instead of pain, she felt the most intense arousal. She wanted more and more of his pain. He whipped her cunt hard. Each blow making her gasp, but she pushed her hips out to meet each one. Needing his pain. He knew she was on the verge of orgasm, and he laiid into her with the flogger. Lash after lash, her breathing became quicker and quicker, until with one final lash, she screamed and came with such intensity that her body shook in violent spasms.
Her juices gushed down her thighs as she came. He reached up and pinched her nipples between his fingers. Giving her the pain that he enjoyed so much.

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I hope this was a nice little taste to hold you over until next week when I am on vacation and have time to write another story...

William

Fed upon...

She was bound spread eagle as an offering to Him. The Dark Lord came once a month to feed, and it was her turn to have the honor. She waited naked and trembling in the chosen spot in the castle. The large double doors stood open to the cool moonlit night.

It seemed like she waited forever, and just when she thought he might not arrive, she saw a shifting of the darkness and he stepped into the room. He was tall and lithe, his head shaven clean, and his eyes burned as if lit from within.

He admired his offering this time. She was heavy breasted and full across the hips. Her ass was ample and round. She would be quite the delicious meal. Before he fed though, he would have to spice up his meal. He would whip her and get the sweet adreniline pumping into her blood stream. It was like adding spices to a bland meal.

His tools of torment were laid out for him as they were every time he came to feed. His well worn, but sturdy flogger, and the crown jewel of his arsenal, the single tail.

He picked up the flogger to get the blood flowing through her body and get her heart pumping to stir up the sanguine elixir. He began working her back and round ass, tehn up and down her legs and around to her full breasts. He was masterful with the flogger as her flesh turned an even crimson. She was breathing heavily and he could smell her sex. She was extremely aroused by his use, and he new she was going to be a special treat.

Laying down the flogger, he retrieved the single tail. The first lash lay her flesh open in a thin red line that seeped her ruby blood. He licked his lips in anticipation at tasting her life's fluid. He worked her back and ass only with the thin whip. Leaving her flesh crossed with bloody welts.

He could take it no longer, and he traced a long finger along one of the bleeding welts and brought it to his mouth. He licked the crimson blood from his finger and smiled. Grabbing her by the hair, he bent her head back and sank his fangs into the side of her neck.

The warm liquid burst from the vein in her neck, and began to flow down his throat. He hungrily sucked at her flesh, drinking deeply from her. His hand was on her chest, feeling her heart pounding as he took his fill from her. As he fed he could feel her heartbeat begin to slow as he drained her. When it got down to a slow rate he stopped feeding. It wouldn't do to drain her completely. He wanted to have her again. This one was special.

As he stood there next to her he reached down between her legs and found her to be sopping wet. He dipped a couple fingers in her hungry hole and scooped up her sweet juices. He licked them from his fingers. A sweet dessert.

He was going to instruct his servants to make sure this one was ready for him each time is was time for him to feed. She would be his meal from here on. She had a flavor that set his soul aflame...


William

How far...

She had asked him on many occasions how far he wanted to go. What were the depths of his sadism. He had asked her many times if she was sure she wanted to really know. She had assured him that she was ready, ready to take what he had to give, and to give him what he needed. A vessel for his pain. She would be filled tonight, and he would be emptied of the stored up hunger. At least for awhile.

She was waiting for him, kneeling in her place. The place he sent her for her quiet time when he wanted her to think on her submission to him. To focus her mind on her service to her Master. She knelt there with her arms behind her back, eyes down and breasts thrust forward for his pleasure.

He approached her with his leash in his hand. He clipped it on His collar of ownership. It was a heavy leather collar that she wore when the session was giong to be especially intense. Tonight he promised her was going to be unlike anything she had ever experienced or imagined. She was going to be pushed harder than she had ever been pushed. They were both going to find out what she could take, and how far she was willing to go to please her Master. This was going to be a test for both of them. He clipped the leash to the collar.

"Come with me slave.", he told her as he lead her from her spot. She knew where they were going. To the room. He had built a dungeon of sorts. A place they could train that he had soundproofed so her screams and moans couldn't be heard. They entered the room, and she saw that all of his implements had been prepared for the evening. She had experienced all of them at one time or another, but it looked like she would get them all tonight.

"Are you sure about this slave? This is your last chance to step back. I won't be upset with you, or hold it against you if you aren't ready.", he said as he looked into her eyes, into her very soul in fact.

"I'm ready Master. I want to give this to you. I want to take your pain Sir.", she answered with a steady gaze.

He gave her a smile, "That's my good girl, slave. You make Master very proud." He lead her over to the two chains that hung from the ceiling, and attached a wrist to each one.

"You will scream My love. There will be delicious pain, and it will feed me. You know what to say if it becomes too much.", he reminded her.

He began by spanking her ass and the backs of her thighs. Starting lightly and gradually increasing the strength of the swats. Soon she was moaning and her ass and thighs were a bright red. Now that she was warmed up to his satisfaction, he retrieved the heavy flogger. One of his favorite implements of torment. He started in on her ass and thighs as before, but theis time he moved up her back and down her legs. Whipping her all over. He moved around in front of her and began flogging her heavy breasts as well. He aimed for the tender nipples, so sensitive they were. She gasped as each lash landed, but each gasp was followed with a moan. Her breasts jiggled from the impact of each blow. They were soon as red as her ass so he moved on to her stomach. He flogged her over most of her body to give her an allover glow.

She was breathing heavily and sweating with the sensations she was feeling. He was sweating from his exertions as well. This was no gentle flogging. He was letting out the sadist in him. She wanted to see what he needed, and he wasn't going to disappoint her or cheat himself.

He took a moment to get a drink of water, and give her one as well, before he picked up his absolute favorite method of giving pain. The well worn, but still strong cane. He held it up by her mouth, and without hesitation she kissed it.

"This is going to be the hardest caning I have ever given you, slave. You will bleed for Master. Are you ready slave?", he asked her while looking into her eyes to read how she was.

"Yes Master.", she said simply. Biting her lip a little in nervousness as she was wont to do.

Stepping back behind her he landed the first lash. It wasn't a gentle warm up strike. This felt like it left a line of fire across her tender ass. The welt rising almost immediately. She yelped at the pain, and began to move in her bonds.

"Be still slave.", He warned her, and she stopped and stood still.

The next strike was the same, but on the other cheek. He landed each one, stopping to let the pain sink in so she could savor each burning lash. He landed a few more on each cheek, her ass becoming a cross hatch of welts and red lines. The next strike landed on the back of her thigh. This time she cried out in pain and surprise. She lifted that leg up in an effort to get it away from the pain.

"Feet flat on the floor, or I will cane then too.", he told her sternly. She immediately placed her foot back on the floor. That was a pain she didn't know if she could handle. Her feet were very tender.

The next blow was to the back of her other thigh. Once again she cried out, but kept her foot on the floor. He landed more blows. Working up and down the backs of her thighs and all over her tender, red ass. Some of the welts seeped blood, but she didn't notice. He did and his mouth watered at the sight. He wanted to taste her pain.

He stopped the caning and stepped forward to trace his tongue along one of the seepeing welts. Her coppery taste was heavenly, and she moaned at the soothing feel of his tongue on her wound.

He once again stepped in front of her, and with the cane, tapped lightly on her swollen, aroused nipples. He didn't strike then hard, but he didn't need to, to cause delicious pain. Her nipples were always sensitive, but in their aroused state, they were doubly so. She yelped and cried out as each blow landed on the tender nubs. He landed a few hard blows tothe fron of each thigh to mark them as nicely as the backs. He looked into her eyes then walked off without a word. She didn't know what was to come, but she was drenched in sweat from what had gone before.

He came back with a bag full of clothees pins and began to place then all over her body. He started on the insides of her thighs. Making a line of them from her knees to her crotch. He then placed as many as would fit on the outer lips of her now very wet cunt. He gave her swollen clit a quick rub with his thumb, eliciting a groan from her. Smiling, he went back to applying the pins.

He made two rows up her soft belly. One on each side of her navel, all the way up to her luscious tits. He applied several in circles around her nipple. Staring from the aereola and working his way out. Once he finished with that part, he placed one on each nipple. She arched her back in pain at that, and hissed in a breath. He felt his cock twitch at that display of pain.

He finished by making two lines from her chest up the backs of each arm. She was breathing a bit heavier, trying to process the pain coursing through her body. Focused most intently on her tortured nipples. The ones on her cunt hurt pretty bad too, but the feelings of arousal there tempered it a little bit.

He walked around her, admiring the display. Giving her reddened ass a swat with his hand here and there. Each swat made the clamps wiggle, which in turn made her hiss is pain. He would occasionally flick a clamp causing a flare of pain. He did this for a few minutes, delighting in her discomfort and gasps and moans of pain.

"Time to remove them now." , he told her. She was relieved until she saw him pick up the flogger once again. Her eyes widened, and he said," You didn't think I was just going to take each one off, did you? I will flog them off.", he told her with a wicked grin.

He started at the bottom and began whipping them off. She screamed as each one was knocked off of her skin. The pain just travelled up her legs as the clamps were knocked off. She began to shake in fear as he got close to her cunt. This was going to be far worse, she was sure. He stopped and simply removed the ones placed there with his hands. He didn't want to risk tearing something tender there by trying to knock then off. She relaxed a bit after that.

He looked into her eyes and said,"I won't be so kind with the ones on your nipples though."

A shiver went through her body at his words.

He continued whipping off the clamps lined up her belly. She was crying now from both the pain and the anticipation of the clamps being whipped off her tender nipples. As he got closer to her chest he went slower and more deliberately.

Once all the clamps were gone on her lower body, he stepped back and looked at her. Drinking in her fear and pain through her eyes. With a quick, heavy blow, he knocked all the clamps from one breast at once. A high, keening wail excaped her lips as she screamed out the pain. He stood there watching her as she settled down. Giving her the chance to realize there was one more side to go. She looked at him with her makeup streaming down her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Mast...", with a quick strike, he whipped them off of the other tit. She screamed again. He stepped up to her and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to his chest. He rubbed the torured flesh of her chest and told her what a good slave she was. He held her a she removed the rest of the clamps with his hands. Little gasps came from her lips as each one was removed. Her skin was bruised here and there from where the clamps were placed and knocked off with the flogger. Her breasts were definitely going to be quite colorful in the next few days.

He kissed her on the lips, tasting her tears.

"Are you ok, slave?", he asked her as he turned her head up to face him.

"Yes Master. I'm better now. I didn't expect that.", she said with a wan smile. She was a mess of tears and smeared makeup, but she never looked more beautiful to him.

"We aren't done girl. Are you ready to proceed?", he inquired of her.

"Yes Master.", she said with a nod.

He walked over to the table and opened a box that sat there. From the box he removed several piercing needles. He had mentioned play piercing in the past, but she had told him she wasn't sure she could do it.

"Are you still ready?", he asked her again once she saw the needles.

She swallowed and said,"Yes Master, I am ready."

A big smile crossed his face as he began to lay them out. She wasn't sure how many he had, but there were a lot.

He started at her back. Slowly pushing the first one through the tender flesh. She felt a bit of a pinch as she was pierced, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she had expected. He inserted another below the first, mking a row down one side of her back. He then started on the other side and made another matching row. Once he was done, he retrieved a long black ribbon and began lacing it back and forth around the needles. She had said in the past that she thought a corset piercing looked beautiful, and now he gave her one, albeit a temporary one, for now. He took out a camera and took a quick photo of it so she could see it later.

He then walked around in front of her and pinched a bit of skin above her nipple and pushed a needle through the flesh. She gasped as it was more tender on her chest. He placed another above the first as he started a line up her breast. She could now see a little blood trickling from the needles and it made it more real. The ones in her back were hardly noticed because she couldn't see them. These were more "real" since she could see them. She felt herself really begin to float. She had been on the fringe of subspace from the flogging, caning and the clamps, but this was like a blast off into space. She felt like she was watching it happening to someone else as she watched fascinated. the pain was gone, just pressure was felt as each needle pierced her flesh.

Once all the needles were placed, he once again grapped a black ribbon and laced up a corset tie across her chest. He puuled out the camera again, but she tried to turn away.

"Master, my face is a mess. Please don't take my picture.", she begged.

"Slave, you do not turn away from Master, ever. Besides, I have never seen you look more beautiful.", he told her. She looked back at him as told, and he snapped the picture. He turned the viewscreen of the camera so she could see it. While her makeup was streaked down her face, she had to admit that she had never looked more lovely. She had a glow about her face, and her eyes were sparkling as if lit from behind by a raging fire.

He admired the look of the piercings. They looked amazing. She smiled and agreed after he showed her what her back looked like.

"You will get a permanent corset piercing on your back, slave. ilove how it looks.", he said simply. not a question, but a statement of fact.

"Yes Master, I will.", she responded with no doubt in her mind that it was what was right.

He started removing the ribbons then the needles from her back. Once he was done, she could feel his tongue as he licked away what must have been blood dripping from the tiny wounds. He then came around in front of her and did the same. She watched him as he ran his tongue up the row of blood trickles, and then he kissed her deeply. She could taste the coppery flavor of her own blood on his tongue, and it was electrifying. She felt a fresh bloom of passion in her loins and she realized that the insides of both her thighs were drenched in her fluids. Her cunt had been flowing freely as he had given her his pain.

She began to squirm around, moving her hips as her arousal climbed as they kissed. He pulled back and looking down at her body, he asked her," Does Master's little pain slut need to be fucked?"

"Yes please Master. Please fuck your cunt.", she begged desperately as her hips moved towards him. Seemingly without her realizing it.

With a smile, he reached down and pushed htree fingers into her hungry cunt. She was soaked. Wetter than he had ever felt her before. He pinched one of her nipples hard as he started fucking her hard and fast with his fingers. He added a fourth finger and she spread her legs wider to take him in. He smiled and stopped, tucking his thumb into his palm he began to slowly push his fist inside her needy fuck hole.

"Yes Master.", she gasped as his hand slid up inside her until it was buried wrist deep. She had wanted to try this, but the opportunity had never arisen. He began to fuck her with his fist. slowly at first to let her get used to it, then faster and faster. Her hips were bucking as she humped his fist, wanting it more and harder.

She was moaning loudly and crying now.

"Please Master. May I cum?", she begged.

"I don't think you really need it that bad. How does a slave ask for something she really needs?", he prompted her.

"Please Master. This dirty whore wishes to cum for Master's pleasure.", she said. Her training kicking in, even through the fog of lust.

"Cum slave. Fuck Master's fist and cum like the little slut you are.", he ordered her.

With his words, she shrieked and her cunt clenched around his fist as she gushed down over his hand. Her juices running down his arm and splashing on the floor. She bucked and jerked as he pounded his fist inside her, wringing every last orgasm from her until she hung by her arms from the ropes. Breathing heavily, her head hanging down on her heaving chest.

"What a horny little fuck slut I own. You were so needy from My pain that you needed to have your cunt stretched and pounded. Good slave whore.", he said with a big smile.

"Use me Master.", she said simply as she looked up at him from beneath her sweat matted hair. "Take your pleasure in your slave's body."

Untying her hands, he put her on the floor with her ass up. He grabbed the double cuffs he had made and cuffed her wrists to her ankles so her legs were spread wide and she was helpless to him. He lubed up a large anal plug and slowly pushed it into her tight asshole. She groaned as it went in. Usually it was more difficult, but she was relaxed from all the orgasms.

He knelt behind her a pulled out his engorged cock and slammed it nto her sopping cunt in one hard stroke. She was so wet his hips slammed into the back of her thighs, such was the force of his penetration. He ravished her cunt. Pounding it and hurting it with his cock. He used her as nothing more than the vessel of his lust. A body to be used hard with no concern to her pleasure. Simply for his.

She grunted with the force of each trust. His cock was pounding against her cervix and it hurt, but she didn't care, she wanted to give him what he needed, and right now that was to taking his bruising cock. his fingers were dug deply and paifully into her full hips. His nails digging into the flesh as he pulled her hard back onto his cock. He had never felt so steel hard before and he wanted nothing more than to hurt her with his cock. To pound her into submission with it.

He could feel his seed beginning to build in his balls. He pulled out and walked in front of her, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up. He pushed his cock roughly into her mouth, bruising her lips as he did so. He fucked her mouth with the same violence that he has fucked her cunt. She gagged and drooled as her throat was used like a cunt. Her hair two handles for his control of her head.

She could feel his cock grow even bigger, and she knew he was close to cumming. Pulling out, he said.

"Open up bitch. Stick out that tongue and don't you lose a drop or you will lick it up.", he growled. With a groan, his cock spasmed and the first thick jet of cum shot out and splashed down the length of her tongue into her mouth. Jet after jet of his hot seed pumped out into her mouth. He felt like he'd never stop cumming, such was his arousal. Finally the spasms negan to subside and the last few squirts dribbled onto the tile floor.

"Now look what you did, slave. My cum whore better clean that up.", he told her. He pulled her up to look at him closely. Her mouth still full of his thick seed. She hadn't been given permission to swallow yet. She had a dreamy, disconnected look in her eyes. She was flying really high this time. He nodded his head and she swallowed his cum. Licking her lips and smiling at her gift.

"You aren't done yet slut.", as he pointed to the floor. She smiled and bent to lick up his spilled seed on the floor. She moaned in pleasure as if it were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Unconcerned that she was licking it from the floor. Her submission so deep that his order was to be simply followed, no question.

"Good little cum slut.", he told her with a smile. He reached down and began to undo the cuffs that bound her. Her body was a bruised and bloody mess. Her face streaked with tears and makeup, and her lips bruised and swollen from his pounding cock.

He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she nuzzled into his chest. He carried her to the tub, placed her inside and ran a nice hot bath to soothe her soreness. She would feel it for a few days he thought as he washed her body and hair. She had passed is expectations, and he knew this would not be the last time she would feed the Sadist...


William

Feeding Part II

She lay there thinking about their last time together. Master had fed on her. It was the first time he had ever done that, and she couldn't get it out if her mind. She wanted to feed him again, but was afraid to say it, to admit her dark needs. She came up with an idea to let him know without having to say the words.

When he got home from works that night she was dressed as she was required in her collar, corset, stockings and heels only. This time though his blade was tucked into her garter belt when he found her kneeling inside the entryway as he walked in. He strode to her, stroking her hair and taking the end of the leash that was draped over her shoulder. He lead her into the living room and sat in his chair as she started removing his shoes for him.

As she turned to place his shoes in their proper place he finally saw the blade in her belt.

"What is this little one? Does Master's whore want to be fed on?", He asked with a smile on his lips.

She just knelt there looking at the floor, too embarrassed to answer.

"Well, tell me what you intend Master's blade for?", he asked again.

"I wish Master to feed on my flesh again.", she said in barely more than a whisper.

Reaching down, he retreived the sharp knife and stroked his thumb across the keen edge. He lifted up her chin to look at him. He put the blade in front of her mouth, and without thought, she kissed the glinting blade.

He stood her up and laid her back on the coffee table. It was a sturdy ine that had concealed loops to restrin his slave to. He tied her at all four points to the table. Insuring she could not move and spoil his fun. He knew of course that she would never move, but this was part of the fun for him.

He begin tracing her jaw line with the sharp blade, dragging it along her tender flesh. She was shaking. Whether from fear or excitement he wasn't sure. Either way he was going to give her a night she never forgot. He traced the edge of the blade down between her full, heavy breasts, causing her breath to catch in her throat as she felt the sharp edge graze over her taut, erect nipples.

The point of the blade was pushed into the tip of each sensitive nipple and turned. The exquisite pain causing her to arch her back and gasp in pleasure. He continued down her body, dragging the edge of the blade across sensitive areas. The pont of her hips, down her ribs, the tender area where her leg met her crotch.

Moving down between her legs, he began to trace small circles and lines across the smooth flesh above her cunt. She was gasping and moaning as the sharp tip make red marks all over her.

"Are you ready my slut? Master is hungry and wants to feed.", he asked her.

She simply nodded her head. Not trusting her voice.

He began to slowly scratch words into her flesh. She bit her lip as the pain shot through her body. It was a sharp pain that moved through her body. The letters weren't deep, but the meaning was. She moaned and moved as kittke as she could. Her mind was flying with the intensity of the moment. She knew not what her Master was marking her with, but she knew it would mean everything to her.

The pain stopped as quickly as it started. She could then feel her Master tongue licking at the wounds on her tortured flesh. Lapping up her blood. He then began sucking at the marks on her tender skin. A wave of pleasure rolled through her body. The feeling of him sucking at her, nursing on her blood was the most erotic thing she had ever felt. In fact before she even realized what was happening, an immense orgasm ripped through her. Causing her body to arch up and all the muscles in her body to lock as she screamed and gushed akk over the table. She was left panting from the exertion of such an amazing orgasm.

"I don't believe I gave you permission to cum, whore. That will cost you dearly. This pain won't be the fun kind.", he told her with a wicked grin.

Looking down she saw "Master's cunt" scratched into her flesh. It wasn't deep but she could tell there would be a slight scar that would be easily read. A rush of pride and happiness surged through her when she saw it. A smile spreading across her lips.

"Don't smile yet, slut. You haven't had your punishment yet.", her Master said as he began pulling his belt from his waist.

He never took it easy on her when he used his belt, but this time she welcomed it. She now bore his permanent mark, temporary ones from his belt no longer scared her. She was to be his forever now. The blows from the belt started landing heavily across her breasts, stomach and thighs, but to her they felt like her lover's carresses...


William

Feeding...

 

They were lying in bed spooning, his hands holding onto her tits, brushing his fingers against them, pinching them, his mouth covering her neck and biting into her shoulder, she can feel him pushing again her ass where his hard cock was nestled between her ass cheeks. She responded by pushing back against him, wanting it so much, but he is and had been tormenting his girl all day, and he knows how much she needs to feel him and to have her release.

She turn towards him and nestles deeply into his chest, her left leg draped over his hip and she can feel the tip of his cock touching her cunt.

 

"Oh Master," she says, "You dont know how much I want to slide Your cunt lips over that cock head."

 

He tells her that he does know, he knows how much his slut needs to feel it deep inside her.  He then brings his mouth towards hers and kisses her deeply, moans escaping from the back of her throat. She need it so badly.  She move her leg and draws his leg with it in between hers and starts to rub her cunt along hi thigh like a bitch in heat. He can feel the pussy juices along the length of his thigh.

 

"Oh my, my little horny bitch is so fucking wet, isnt she?", he says with a wicked grin.

 

They part kissing and she looks up at him and replies "yes she is Master, she is a real horny little fuck, who needs to have her Master's cock buried deep within her".

At that point he turns her onto her back and pushes her legs apart with his, and lay in between her legs, with the full pressure of his hard cock against her aroused cunt.  His hand has pinned her two wrists above her head and he tells her to clasp her hands together and to not unclasp them or bring them down from above her head until told to do so.

He then moves down and starts to feed on her hard nipples, biting and sucking them. His hands holding them to his mouth. She looks down at him feeding on her breasts, devouring each morsel taken into his mouth.  Further down her body he slides. She can feel his hot breath as he brushes his lips over each area until he gets near to her cunt. She pushes it up so it won't be missed, but he traces his tongue and lips around it, down the top of each thigh, so close but yet so far. Her cunt craving to be touched and as he moves to each thigh,  she can feel his hot breath tracing across her swollen lips.  

 

She is lying with her eyes closed, wishing his tongue or lips would accidentily hit it, but it doesn't.  Her body is in a full state of total arousal, wanting to be fucked in whatever hole her Master wants to put his cock into. 

 

"Oh please Master, just a touch there, let me feel something of yours against it". she begs. 

 

At this point he climbs off of her. She opens her eyes, not wanting him to leave her. His finger presses against her lips, letting her know she wasnt to speak. 

 

He tells her, "My girl must lie completely still, do not move a muscle. Do you understand girl"

 

"Yes I do Master", she responds.

"Good girl. Do you trust your Master?", he asks her.

 

"Yes I do Master, totally", is her answer.

At that point his hand reaches under the pillow and brings out his knife. Her eyes widen at this, but he reassures her that he will not harm her. She nod my head saying "Yes Master".

He takes his knife and tells her to stick her tongue out, which she does willingly as he drags the blunt end over it and then has her to kiss the blade.  Slowly and gently he brings the blade of the knife up and drags it all over every part of her upper body. Over her nipples and breasts. Her breathing becomes quicker, feeling the light sensation of the blade covering her. She realizes her hips are moving up again, grinding into her Masters body as it covers hers.  She feels it moving down along the inside of her thighs. She feels the side of his face resting against her cunt as he draws light circles on the inside of her thighs. 

 

Looking up at her, he tells her to breath in deeply and hold my breath. She does, and feels a slight pain as the tip of the blade makes a shallow cut to the inside of her thigh, then another and another until there are six slices into her tender flesh. He tells her to breathe again, which she does.

"Don't worry my baby girl, Master knows what he is doing." he tells her. She feels his tongue lapping at where he cut. She can hear his moan as he devours part of her into his body. She then feels him suck hard at the cuts, his tongue licking up any missed drops. She thinks she is going to explode there and then.

"Master, please let your girl cum, she needs to so badly, she wants to cum after what has just happened.", she says breathlessly,  but he denies her this. She lies there, hands still clasped above her head, begging for release. 

 

"Not yet my girl, not yet", he says as he slides his body up along hers, resting his hard cock against her cunt again.  At the same time he kisses and rapes her mouth with his tongue and lips. She can taste her blood in his mouth. They kiss so intensely, she wants to scream "fuck me please Master."

His hand unclasps hers and brings them down and puts them around his neck and back. She digs her nails deeply into his back as she grinds her cunt against his cock.

"My girl needs to be rewarded for being so good for her Master.", he tell her with a smile, at which point he brings his cock towards her mouth and feeds it to her as she greedily sucks on it, tasting his pre cum. Moving her lips and mouth over the shaft, taking it in deeper than she has ever done before, gaging on it as he pushes it deep into her throat, so much so that when he removes it, it is covered in his girl's drool, and her spit is puddled on her chest.

 

 "Oh yes, you horny slut, give Your Master what He wants and needs, service Your Masters cock, my little fuck hole.", he tells her. He looks down and watches his baby girl feast upon his cock, cupping his balls with her hands. He can feel his balls tingle and tighten up, ready to shoot his hot load of cum over his girl's face. He tells her to stick her tongue out and open her mouth wide as he kneels over her. With one leg on each side of her face, he takes his cock in his hand. He strokes it hard, and she can tell he is about to cum because of his breathing. 

 

A moan escapes from deep within him. An animal noise comes out at the same time as his cock lets loose the hot load of cum it was keeping for her, emptying his balls onto her tongue and into her mouth until he had finished. His fingers scooping up any of his load that fell onto her face and wiping it onto her tongue. He then tells her to "swallow it girl" which she does immediately and show him her tongue so he knows it has all gone.

He grabs her and pulls her close to his chest and holds her there, speaking softly to her, asking her how she is feeling. He tells her how proud he is of her while his free hand is tracing over the bloody marks he left on the inside of her thigh.

"You fed Master well, so he fed you, my little whore. Maybe next time I will feed on you even more.", he said with a wicked grin as he licked his lips.

 

 

Strapped...

She knelt there with her legs strapped. There were straps wrapped around each leg so that her calves were held tight against the backs of her legs. She was immobilized although her legs were spread wide. There were also straps around her torso, binding her arms tightly behind her back. She could not move at all. A set of holes only to be used.

The flogger rained down heavy blows as her throat was pounded by another hard cock. She was her Master's and his friends enjoyment tonight. She would not be able to move until everyone had their use of her, in whatever manner they wanted.

Right now her mouth was being fucked, but maybe later it would be her cunt. Her ass had already been filled with a thick load of hot cum from a man she never even saw. She couldn't even turn her head her bondage was so constricting. As these thoughts ran through he mind, the man pounding her throat groaned and pumped his hot seed down her gullet. She dutifully swallowed like the good hole she was. She was not a person this night, but just a sex toy for their fun.

The flogging continued on her ass though, and she felt another flogger start up to join the other. They began whipping harder and harder, seemingly trying to outdo each other. She lay there taking in the exquisite pain. Her cunt clenching and dripping with lust. She knew she would not cum. Sex toys didn't orgasm.

One of the floggers moved up to her back, and suddenly a cane was striping her ass along with the thud of the flogger. Her mind was racing with all the stimulation, but yet she felt quiet and calm. No desire to move, just absorb all that she was given.

Another cock pushed against her swollen lips, and she opened her mouth as a good toy does and allowed it to slide down her throat. She was trained to take any cock all the way down. It had taken a lot of training, but she no longer had a gag reflex.

As the new cock began to pump in and out of her wet sucking mouth, another cock began pushing at her tight asshole. She almost grunted in pain as this cock was very thick. Thicker than any she had ever taken in her ass. She could not grunt though, she was just a toy that felt nothing. It pushed deep into her bowels, it's girth nearly matched by it's length. Whoever he was, he was taking his time. He slowly pushed in then pulled out the whole length each time. Making her feel every inch of it.

Her mind was overloaded with the feeling of being filled at both ends. The men began to fuck her in unison. Pushing in then pulling out at the same time. Their rhythm picking up speed until she was being crushed between their sweating, hammering bodies. Almost as one they both shuddered and started pumping her full of their viscous cream. The one in her mouth had pulled back a bit, so she felt his cum flowing over her tongue. His seed was a little bitter, but she still relished the taste of it on her tongue.

Her guts were being pumped full of hot cum by the bull in her ass. He apparently had shot a load to match the impressiveness of his equipment. She felt her ass overflowing with it, dripping down her sopping cunt to drip on the table she knelt on.

She knew not how many men used her that night. It was a blur of cum, hard cocks, and pain. She remembered only snippets. A laugh here, and a grunt there. Her body being filled and covered with cum. Some of them shot their loads across her face and in her hair. Some on her ass as they pulled out from either her cunt or well used asshole.  Some pumped her holes full of the hot loads. Cum dripped from every orifice. She could feel the sticky emissions coating her skin, and quietly reveled in the sensation.

That last thing she remembered as the house quieted was her Master coming up to her and whispering in her ear.

"I am very proud of My fuck toy tonight. You were a good little whore and impressed my friends with your training. Tomorrow you will be rewarded.", He said as her stroked her cum coated cheek. "Sleep now. You will clean up in the morning."

The room was kept warm, so she knew she wouldn't get cold lying there naked. She soon began to drift off to sleep with a contented smile on her lips. He was proud of her. That was all she ever needed to hear.


William

His plaything...

She slept on a mattress placed on the floor by her Master's bed. She was allowed on the bed when she was being used, but when she wasn't, she slept on her mattress with the chain attached to her collar. She wasn't allowed to go anywhere without his permission. To an outsider her life would seem harsh, but to her it was exactly what she had always needed, even before she knew it.


Master had collared her about six months ago, and she had lived there ever since. Her previous life seemed like a dream. It didn't seem real to her any longer. Every day was the fulfillment of every fantasy she had over the last few years. Ever since she discovered sexual slavery by chance while doing research on an article for her college history class. Once she started reading about it, it was like a whole world opened before her. She researched it voraciously, sometimes staying up all night reading article after article on the subject. Once she knew what it was, she knew that is what she had always yearned for. The control of a man, to serve him in any way he desired. To give him everything he wanted no matter what.


I took her awhile to find him, or did he find her. She sometimes thought that it was she who was found by him. After the initial talking and finding out what he wanted, she knew he was the one. A little older, but she knew his experience was going to teach her to be the best slave she could be. She would give every fiber of her being to make him proud.

Now as she awakened to the sun shining through the window, warming her naked body, she stretched her sore muscles. She had been used pretty good last night. Her ass and back bore the stripes and welts from his whip. There was still cried cum in her hair and on her cheeks from being marked with his seed.

He came in and, as she was trained, she assumed the kneeling position. Eyes down, hands on thighs awaiting his orders.

"On your feet slave. It is time for your bath. Take care of your daily grooming. You have 30 minutes.", he told her as he unlocked the chain with the key at his belt.

"Yes Master. As you desire.", she responded keeping her eyes down.

She went into the bathroom and quickly ran a hot bath, scrubbing her skin clean and shaving her legs and cunt. He required her to be smooth so there was nothing in the way of his ministrations. Some of them would be troublesome if she had pubic hair.

Once she was properly groomed and dried, she returned to the room and kneeled down at his feet as her sat at his desk. She silently waited there for whatever he required of her. He finished some paper work having to do with his business. She wasn't quite sure what he did, but she knew it nade it possible for him to keep her as his slave with no responsibilities on her part other than to serve him. She wanted for nothing material, but she needed very little. She was well fed and clothed, when she was allowed to be dressed. They often went out for wonderful meals where he would order for her. He made all decisions for them both.

Today was going to be a trying day for her. He had told her last night, that it was strictly a warm-up. She could tell by the glint in his eye that he was feeling sadistic, and that there would be pain and humiliation for her.

Once he finished his work, he stood and beckoned her to follow.

"Come slave. It is time.", he said with a quiet tone. A tone that she knew now meant he was going to give her pain. She crawled along behind him. Her head down as she moved along the hallway trailing him to that room. The room where all her worst nightmares and wildest dreams took place. They were one and the same though now.

They entered the room and there was the St Andrews cross, the whipping horse and his table where he would bind her for his tortures. The walls were adorned with all manner of implements. Floggers of all sizes, acnes of many types and materials. Rope and chains, shackles and cuffs. Every conceivable piece of equipment a sadist could want or need. On a table against the wall was the most frightening thing of all. The box. Contained within were his most diabolical tools of his trade. In that simple looking box were the things nightmares were made of. That box would be opened today.

He helped her to her feeet and kissed her tenderly on the lips, his tongue dancing with hers. He fed on her taste as he would soon feed on her pain and fear. She knew it would be particularly bad today by the way he kissed her. He was always this tender before he really hurt her.

She was bound to the cross at hand and foot. Now immobile and helpless against anything he wished to do to her.

"You will scream little one. Do not be ashamed of it. It is what I desire.", he told her with a calm to his voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

He went to the box and opened it. He began to remove objects from within. There were piercing needles, a thin sharp knife and some heavy thread. There was also a small torch and some various shaped pieces of metal. These last items brought an icy fist to close around her throat. They were his branding irons. He had spoken to her about being branded, had told her that one day he would give her his mark. Although it was only temporary on her flesh, it would be forever seared into her mind.

He laid them out carefully with the torch to heat them. It would be the final act in todays drama, but there would be many other delicious horrors before then.

"Time to warm you up a little my delicious slut. You will have to go deep to endure my pleasures today. Let your mind go and I will take you on a wonderful journey.", he smiled at her as he moved her hair from her face. He kissed her gently on the lips, then gazed deeply into her eyes. She saw a hardness there and knew the beast was awake within him. She was frightened, but she knew he would never harm her, never give her more than she could take. He had trained her well these last six months to get to this point.

He began with his heavy flogger. He started on her thighs and breasts. Whipping it across her tender flesh. Her stomach was not immune to the lash either. The impacts were thudding and the tails bit into her flesh as well. She could feel welts starting to appear on her skin and welcomed his pain. She took it into herself and gave it back to him in her writhing and moaning. Showing him that she needed his touch in whatever form he chose to give her.

He landed several hard blows to her tits, seeming to directly strike her sensitive swollen nipples on each stroke. Her nipples swelled to painful hardness from the painful stimulation. Pain always made her nipples hard, embarrassingly so. He knew this and always targeted them whenever he whipped her. Her thighs next bore the brunt of his attentions. The muscles jiggled with each impact, the tender inside glowing red after several hard lashes. Tears began to trace down her cheeks. The first of many to come.

Now that she was warmed up, it was time for the cane. He pulled out his well worn, but still quite sturdy rattan cane. It was thin and left vicious welts. She had felt it's bite many times in the previous months, and was very familiar with it's kiss. He began on the underside of her full tits. The skin tender there. Each blow felt like fire being traced along her flesh. He was slow and methodical. Controlled with a deadly calm. He never rushed. He savored each blow and watched her body for every reaction, every moan and whimper. Her drank deeply from the river of her pain.

Her ran the point of the cane across the top of her breasts, poking hard into the tips of her oh so erect nipples. Causing her to gasp at the pain. A small smile teasing at the corner of his mouth. He began to lightly tap the hard little bits of flesh. Gently at first then harder and harder. Not having to strike too hard though. They were so sensitive, just a firm strike felt agonizing to her. But although it was painful, her nipples became even more erect.

There was a reason for this particular ploy as always. He grabbed first one nipple then the other and placed the clover clamps on them. The teeth biting cruelly into the tender flesh. She knew this was just the start of the torment of her nipples. The mere fact that they were so sensitive always made them the target of his torture. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of small weights. He began hanging them from the connecting chain of the clamps. With each added weight, they bite ever more cruelly into her. Tears sprang anew from her eyes, her makeup leaving dark streaks down her face. He loved to make her a lovely mess when he tormented her.

Once all the weights were hung, he moved onto the insides of her thighs once again. The flesh was so vulnerable and tender, that there were soon thin pink welts criss crossing the skin. He reached up to stroke her cunt, finding it drooling like a wanton whore's. His pain made her incredible wet and she could never deny her reactions. She was a pain slut through and through. He smiled up at her and jammed three fingers inside her molten center, fucking her quickly with his strong fingers. She began to buck her hips and groan.

"Don't you cum, slave. It isn't time yet.", he ordered her, but did not slow his ravaging of her pussy with his hand. He pounded his fingers into her, making her squirm and jerk in her restraints. She cried out in frustration as she couldn't cum without his permission, no matter what pleasures she was receiving. He had trained her so. She wailed as she hung right on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity before he removed his fingers from her sopping cunt. He licked some of her juices from his fingers, then stuck them into her mouth.

"Clean your sex from my hand. Lick off every drop like my good little whore.", he told her, and she sucked and lapped at his fingers until no trace remained of her juices.

Her eyes now had a glassy look to them and he could tell she was sinking into sub space. She had a dreamy look on her face and smiled at him when he touched her face.

Walking to the table he gathered the tray of needles. First he pinched a bit of skin on her stomach and slowly pushed the needle thorugh the tight flesh. A small hiss of air was the only sign she gave of what she felt. Another was placed below the first. One by one he made a row of them down one side then another row on the other side until there was a row of six on each side of the belly. He then took the heavy thread and began tying it around the needles, lacing them in a crossing pattern on her stomach. Soon she looked like she had a corset laced in front. There were a few small trickles of blood that he scooped up with his finger and licked it off. He loved the coppery taste of her blood.

Then he started in her her right breast. Pinching a bit of flesh, he inserted the needle under her skin with the tip pointed towards her nipple. He then placed another in the same relative position. Around her nipple he went with one needle after another, until it was surrounded. He then started on a second row. Continuing the same until there were three rows of needles encircling her breast. Her breathing was a bit rapid and he checked to make sure she was ok. She nodded she was fine and he moved on to her other breast.

He copied the pattern he made, and her breasts soon looked like flowers upon her chest. He removed the clover clamps, making her moan in pain at the returning blood flow, and moved them to the lips of her sopping pussy. He also pulled two more sets of clamps and placed them there as well. Weights were added to those chains and she felt a wonderful pull on her nether lips. The pain was wonderfully exquisite, and her pussy responded by dripping her juices down the chains of the clamps and onto the floor.

He reached down and rubbed her clit. She jumped as if shocked. Her clit was incredibly swollen and throbbing. She nearly came just from the initial contact. He illicited a moan with his stroking, but stopped before she could get close to cumming.

As she hung there in her restraints, he went back to the box. She didn't know what he he was doing. She thought he had pulled out all of his devices of torment. He busied himself with something out of her line of site as she waited in horrible anticipation as to what this new torture could be.

She suddenly heard a faint crackle and smelled ozone as he turned with a violet wand in his hand. Her eyes widened in surprise. This was a new one that he had never even discussed. She was frightened. She had a fear of electrical toys and he knew it. She started shaking her head, but knew that he wouldn't stop. That deep down she didn't want him to.

He first touched it to one of the chains connecting the clamps on her pussy, and she felt the shock jump straight to her clit. She screamed in pain and surprise. He touched each chain in turn, making her jump and scream each time. It hurt, but her cunt also throbbed with desire from it. Then he moved to the needles piercing her tits. As he touched one, the spark would jump to another, giving her little jolts. Her nipples stood out harder than they ever had. They ached with the arousal. He laughed at seeing her state, and continued to torture her tits with the wand. Making her scream and cry under his ministrations.

She was soon exhausted with her writhing and fighting against the ropes binding her. She knew there was no escape, but her body still fought to flee. He put the wand away and stood there looking at her with an evil grin.

"Are you ready slave, ready to bear my mark?", he asked her. She knew he was going to do it regardless of her answer, but she nodded her head and said,"Yes Master."

He lit the torch and took the first iron into the flame. There would be three strikes to make his family mark. Each iron a different pattern to make the final brand. Soon the first iron was glowing red and it was time. He approached her and told her not to move. If she moved, the strike would be ruined and they would stop right there. She did not want to disappoint him and ruin it, so she forced herself to be completely still, though her body wanted to pull back.

The first strike touched the flesh between her breasts and the pain tore through her body. It was only there for a moment, but the burning continued much longer. Her nerves aflame with the pain. Her body began to shake from the adrenaline rush and the endorphins flooding her body. He let her process the pain while he heated the next iron. By the time the second iron was hot enough, the tremors had subsided. This time she handled it better, the endorphins pumping full force through her and her head in that place she went when he was using her in the cruelest ways. The last iron was now being heated for the final biggest strike that tied the whole pattern together. Once it was glowing red he placed it against her already blistering flesh and left the iron there just a bit longer to make this mark the most prominent of the three.

Now that the branding was done, she began shaking anew with the relief that she had made it through and the rush going through her body, fighting the pain on her chest.

Once her shaking had stopped, he removed the bindings on her, helping her off of the cross.

"Kneel slut and show your Master how much you appreciate him giving you his mark.", he ordered her.

She dropped to her knees and took his throbbing cock from his pants. The tip was smeared with his juices and the head was an angry purple. He was quite apparently aroused more than usual. Her pain had made him harder than he had remembered in a long time. She wrapped her lips around the swollen head and sucked the pre-cum out of his cock. There was so much she was a little shocked, but she smiled and savored his fluid on her tongue. She slowly engulfed him with her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper until her nose was nestled in the closely trimmed pubes at the base of his cock. She held him there unable to breath as long as she could, working her throat muscles, massaging his cock with them. Then slowly pulling up off of him to take a breath. Her tongue swirled around the bulbous head and she flicked the tip on the underside of his prick. She was a very enthusiastic cock sucker, and he enjoyed when she displayed her skills.

She would take him deep a few times, then use her tongue on him, hitting all the sensitive spots. She sucked his balls, rolling each around in her mouth until his sack was nice and wet. Sucking him down again, she could feel his cock growing even thicker and knew he was close to cumming. She stroked his balls and felt them tightening up signaling his imminent release. She pulled back a little and began pumping his slick shaft with her fist, rubbing her tongue on the underside of the head. Looking up into his eyes as she milked his cock.

With a deep groan he unleashed his load. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, making her gag a little before she swallowed it down. The subsequent spasms pumped his thick load over her tongue, coating it in his warm seed. She gave him long strokes to milk every drop of cum from him. Her mouth filling with his creamy load. At last his orgasm subsided and she knelt there stroking him as she let his cum roll around on her tongue, savoring every nuance of his flavor, before he nodded giving her permission to swallow. She gulped down his cum with a smile and licked her lips to make sure she didn't miss a drop.

Tucking his cock back in his pants, he pushed her forward so her ass was up in the air. He picked up the largest dildo, lubed it up, and slammed it into her tight ass. She screamed at the sudden painful invasion, but before she could react to it, he jammed three fingers into her gushing cunt and began fucking her hard with his fingers. She screamed with the suddeness of it all. Her cunt throbbed, and her asshole felt like it was split in two.

"Take it slave, take my fingers deep.", he growled at her as he continued the assault on her cunt. He pounded his fingers into her as she moaned and bucked her hips.

"May I please cum Sir?", she asked him.

"Is that how you ask slut?, he responded.

"Please Sir, may this slave cum for you?", she begged. Her voice cracking with the effort to hold back her orgasm.

He grabbed the base of the dildo and started slamming it into her asshole with the same ferocity as his hand in her cunt.

"Cum My little whore! Cum for your Master!", he yelled at her.

With his words, a high keening wail came from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body arching up as he unrelentingly pounded into her holes, ripping her orgasms from her, not letting her calm down, making her cum again and again. She screamed with the intensity of them. Her body contorting as she came one after the other in a seemingly endless string.

"Please stop Master. I can't take any more.", she pleaded.

"You will take as much as I say. Keep cumming My slut. Cum for Master.", he ordered her.

His words set off another intense string of orgasms. They were so intense her abdominal muscles began cramping and the spasms in her cunt began to feel painful. It seemed like he would never stop, and she felt as if she might pass out from the overwhelming sensations when he suddnely ripped both his fingers and the dilod from her well used holes.

She collapsed on the floor, the needles digging into her flesh, but she didn't care. She hardly noticed them in her overloaded mental state. She had given everything she had, and more. She was utterly exhausted. She lay there breathing heavily for a few minutes before her Master rolled her onto her back and began removing the clamps from her inflamed pussy. She screamed as he removed each one from the blood rushing back into the compressed flesh. Then he started removing all the needles. It seemed to her to take forever. There were so many of them, but soon they were all removed and she lay there with little trickles of blood here and there.

As soon as her breathing returned to normal, he had her kneel up for him. She returned to her trained position, eyes down and hands on her thighs. She was shaking a little in the aftermath of her use, but otherwise she was handling it like the well trained slave she was.

He attached a leash to her collar and began leading her back to the room. He told her to take a shower and she would find some cream for her branding when she got out. He left her in the bathroom to bathe, and before she stepped into the shower, she looked in the mirror at the mark she now bore. She ran her fingers over the blistered flesh, and although it was painful, she smiled with pride at the honor of bearing his mark.


William


 

Tormented...

She was bound hanging by her hands, her feet barely touching the floor. She knew the pain was coming and she was dizzy with fear. It was her week of chastity, and his form of it terrified her.

She felt the first prick of the needle as it pierced the swollen lip of her wet cunt. Even though she was scared, she couldn't help that she got incredibly aroused at the thought of his pain. She could feel the fine thread being pulled through her flesh as her cunt was sewn shut. For a week she would only be tormented with pain and would not be penetrated, at least not in her cunt. Her ass would be brutally violated repeatedly by his large cock, and her throat would be raped as well.

Once she was effectively sexless, he tied off the thread to close her good. There were small trickles of blood leaking from the tiny wounds and he leaned down and licked the sanguine fluid from her quivering flesh. The taste of her fear aroused him mightily.

He next took the piercing needles and pushed one each quickly through each nipple, eliciting a scream as each one was driven into her erect flesh. The more she screamed, the harder his cock throbbed.

Now that she was probably prepped it was time for his pleasure. He pulled his pulsating cock from his jeans and stepping behind her, he forced it into her tight asshole in one quick, hard thrust. A savage scream was torn from her throat from the sudden pain. Her nipples forgotten in the searing agony of her violated ass. He was large and stretched her even when he took his time. When he was in this sadistic mood, she was just hurt.

He grabbed her hips and pounded into her bleeding hole. The tightness made it hard for him to hold back, but that was OK. He wasn't looking to last tonight. This was all about his pleasure. She was to have only his pain.

When he felt his balls swelling as he neared his orgasm, he suddenly released the rope holding her up and let her fall to the ground. Grabbing her by the hair he yanked her to her knees and shoved his hard member down her throat, causing her to gag on his invading member, He wanted to hurt her with his cock as he pounded the back of her throat.

She could feel his cock swelling in her throat and knew he wouldn't last much longer. She awaited the spilling of his seed in her mouth for at least some pleasure for her. At the last minute, he pulled out, denying her that joy. With a groan, he shot his hot load across her face, into her eye and hair. A stream oozed down her cheek to drip onto her heaving tits.

Once he had shot his full load, he quickly yanked the needles from her nipples, causing another scream, then told her to get dressed. She was going to walk down to the corner store to get him something to drink. She was going to the store wearing his cum on her face and in her hair for everyone to see what a dirty little whore she was. The lecherous little guy who worked the register was sure to jack off many nights after seeing her cum stained lips and makeup smeared eyes.

William  

This one was a challenge from a reader friend of mine. It just flowed from the darkest depths of my mind. She wanted to know how dark I could get. I hope it doesn't shock you too much. She liked it.

Well used...

She was awakened by a hand at her throat. She was pulled roughly from her slumber by the strong hand of her Master. Put on her knees she immediately took her position. Even though she was still half asleep, she was well trained and could practically do it in her sleep. A rope was pulled out and her hands bound behind her back. The rope waws then looped around her neck, keeping her arms pulled up high on her back. If she relaxed her arms too much, the rope tightened around her throat.

Her knees were spread apart as she automatically did when she was kneeling before him. Her cunt was his to use as he wanted, so she had to make sure he always had unobstructed use to it. He stepped up in front of her and with the toe of his boot he nudged her pussy, eliciting a moan from her. Stepping back he saw smears of her juices on the polished toe of his boot.

"Turned on already I see. That's my good whore.", he said as he stroked her hair. She smiled at the praise.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, he shoved his already stiffening cock into her mouth. She tried not to gag, but he took her too suddenly. She gagged a couple times as he pounded her throat before she was able to relax and take him deep.

"Good little cock sucker. Your lessons are really showing. You only gagged a bit.", he said as he stopped and just left his cock deep down her throat. She couldn't breathe, but she just sat there calmly, looking up at him with adoring eyes as she ran out of oxygen. Just as she felt she would pass out, he slowly withdrew and put his cock back in his pants as she drew in large gulps of air.

He reached down and released her hands from behind her back. "Come with me slut.", he ordered as he walked away. She crwaled after him. Her head down as she followed his steps down the hall. She knew where they were going, and she went with some trepidation. Wicked things happened to her in that room.

Once in the room, she saw that things were different. He had rearranged the room. There was now simply his chair in the center of the room with the light shining on it. His rack of implements stood nearby.

He walked over and sat down as she followed and knelt in front of him.

"Pleasure me slut.", he told her as he sat there. She reached up and undid his pants. Reaching inside she pulled his semi-hard cock free of it's prison. Giving it a couple strokes, she leaned forward and slowly engulfed his thickening rod in her wet mouth. Slowly she pushed her mouth down, taking him in inch by inch. The whole time her eyes were locked on his. Giving herself to him completely. Showing him her love and devotion with this act of worshiping his cock. She loved his cock, wanted nothing more than to pleasure it, taste it, have it in her mouth.

Once she took him all the way down, she stayed there, waiting as his cock throbbed in her throat. He smiled at her and nodded slightly. She began the slow pull up, dragging her lips up his shaft as she sucked hard until just the head remained inside her. She swirled her tongue around the tip, flicking it on the sensitive underside. All the things he had taught her he loved. Her head began bobbing up and down on his hard cock. Taking him deep in slow strokes, then fast shallow strokes as she worked his cock trying to make him cum all over her tongue. She wanted to taste his seed, needed it.

Her fist pumped up and down in rhythm with her mouth, working his cock the best she knew how. She wanted to please Master. She lived to please him with all her body and heart. Just when she thought he was going to give her his blessing, he placed his hand on the back of her head, stopping her. She looked up at him with a questioning look.

"Not yet My little cum whore. I'm not ready for that yet.", he said as he smiled down at her. "Lean back and touch yourself for me. Show me how good you can make yourself feel for Master."

She kneeled up and spread her legs as wide as she could. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she let her hands trail down her body, stroking her breasts and pinching her erect nipples on the way down to her cunt. She pushed her fingers into her soaked cleft. Feeling her clit hard and swollen like a little cock. She rubbed all around it, sliding the skin of the hood up and down over it. Her breath hitching and catching in her throat as she hit a sensitive spot.

He watched her, idling stroking his hard cock as she performed for him. A well trained slave she was. She pushed two then three fingers inside herself, fucking her hungry cunt for his pleasure. Never taking her eyes from his. He drank in her pleasure, watching it in her eyes.

She humped her fist, riding it hard, her breathing coming in short gasps. She wanted to cum for him. Wanted to show him how much she loved him. He smiled watching her, knowing what was in her thoughts.

"Do you want to cum for me slut?", he asked her. She could only nod her head as she bit her lip to forestall the impending orgasm. He smiled at her as he watched her frantically finger fucking herself. Needing to cum, but not daring to until he told her to.

"Cum.", he said simply, and she groaned deep in her throat as her orgasm washed over her. Her back arched as she curled downward as her abdominal muscles spasmed and locked up. She then leaned back, looking up at the light. Her heaving breasts glistening with sweat as she ground her thumb against her clit and came with terrible force. Her juices streaming down over her fist and dripping on the floor. She soon slumped forward, exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm, her thighs twitching from the strain of her orgasm.

"Come here my good little slut. You have earned your meal.", he told her. She crawled to him and as he held his cock pointed towards her mouth, she slowly engulfed his entire shaft. Her nose pressing into the closely trimmed pubes at the base of his cock. She stuck her tongue out and swiped the tip across his shaved balls. He pulled her off his cock by a handful of hair and pushed her mouth down towards his balls.

"Lick them and suck them good. You have been neglecting them lately. Bathe me with your tongue.", he instructed her. She gently took each ball in her warm wet mouth and caressed it with her tongue. She loved the feeling of the smooth flesh in her mouth. She bathed his sack with reverance, cleaning it with her mouth and tongue.

Once his balls were thoroughly worshipped, he once again grabbed her by the hair and aimed his throbbing rod at her lips. She again engilfed his hardness, and gave him the best blowjob she was capable of. As she started sucking him off, he grabbed the flogger and began flogging her ass in rhythm with her head bobing on his cock. Every time she went down on him, he whipped her ass. She would stop netween strokes and twirl her tongue around the thick head of his cock, teasing the hole with her tonge before taking him deep again and receiving another lash. The pattern kept repeating, suck deep, swirl, tease and swallow again.

She kept doing this gradually increasing her speed. Letting his orgasm build from deep inside. She kept looking in his eyes, showing him how much she wanted and loved him. Showing him how much he owned her, body and mind. He suddenly dropped the flogger and grabbed her hair in both fists and started pushing head mouth down hard onto his cock. Raising his hips up to fuck her mouth at the same time.

He yanked her up by the hair, pushed her to the floor, leaning back against his chair and straddled her. Once again he grabbed her hair and started pounding her, holding her tight by the throat. Using her mouth for his pleasure. She could feel his cock swelling and knew he was about to cum. With a groan he pulled back slightly and she felt the first hot gush of his cum pour over her tongue. The tangy taste heaven to her. His cock twitched and jerked as each jet squirted into her hungry mouth. She moaned around his cock in pleasure as he fillled her mouth with his seed. Holding it in her mouth, his cock was surrounded by the warm liquid of his love. Her mouth nearly overflowing with hot cum.

When his orgasm subsided, he pulled out with a pop as she made sure to suck out every last drop.

"Show me.", he ordered her, and she opened her mouth to show him her mouthful of his cum. She let it roll over her tongue, letting it cover every taste bud. Luxuriating in his tangy sauce. She treated it like a fine wine she was tasting. When she had thoroughly enjoyed his essence he smiled at her and said, "Swallow,  My cum slut."

She swallowed down his creamy load and smiled as she licked her lips, making sure she got every delicious drop. Not wanting to miss any of it.

"Good girl.", he said as he stroked her hair and gave her a kiss. "Now clean up and make breakfast. I've worked up quite an appetite."

William

Abducted...

She was just getting home from a long day at work. She was tired and not really paying close attention to her surroundings. As she stepped from her car, she was grabbed from behind and something was placed over her nose and mouth. It had a chemical smell, and before she could struggle away from it, she felt herself sliding away into unconciousness.

She woke up naked and chained to a bed with only a bare mattress under her. She briefly struggled until she realized that there was no way she would break free from the chains, so she lay there trying to figure out who would have done this. She was a smart girl and not prone to panic. She figured if she just kept her head, she would get out of this. Panic would just disable her.

After a brief time a hooded man walked in, and without saying a word he blindfolded her. In her brief glance, she was unable to even identify the color of his skin. He wore gloves and a long sleeve shirt, and the hood came down over his shoulders hiding even his hair color. Once she was effectively blinded, he spoke.

"You have been brought here because you have been a very bad girl. I will teach you to be more respectful and humble.", he told her.

She didn't recognize his voice, so she had no clue who he could be. She was also clueless as to who would think she was a bad girl. She tried to always be pleasant, at least as much as she figured everyone else was.

She felt gloved hands begin to roam up her legs, stroking and carressing them as they traveled. When they got to her crotch, her clit was suddenly and quite painfully pinched. She shrieked in shock and pain it the suddeness of it.

"Bastard!!! That hurt!", She spat her words at him.

For her outburst she got a slap across her tits.

"Behave, or it will be much worse, slut.", he said in a measured and calm voice.

She was offended by the word slut, but figured she better stay calm and not fight him if she wanted to get out of this.

He went back to stroking and pinching her here and there. He tweaked her nipples and twisted them as he pinched. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and giving him the pleasure of her distress.

He moved back down and began to stroke the lips of her pussy. She tried to think of anything else she could, but her body betrayed her and she could feel her cunt growing damp.

"So the slut isn't to proud to get wet when her cunt is played with.", he said with a chuckle.

"Fuck you!", she said before she could stop herself.

She was answered by a slap across her face. It shocked her more than it hurt her. It wasn't really hard, intended more to startle than hurt.

"Be good, whore.", he reiterated.

That word made her even madder, but she didn't react.

He continued exploring her body. Squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. As he pinched one she suddenly felt the bite of something on her nipple. Then the other was similarly pinched.

"You will wear those clamps as long as I decide you will wear them. They should make your nipples nice and sensitive for the later activities.", he said cryptically.

The pain was pretty intense. Her nipples had always been very sensitive, and this was very painful. His hands once again went to her cunt. He slipped a couple fingers inside her. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the chains held her spread wide.

"You are even wetter than before. You seem to be quite the little whore. Getting turned on by being clamped, slapped and bound. What a delicious little slut. I will enjoy breaking you.", he laughed.

Her face burned in shame at the reaction of her body. She wanted to hate this, to not give him the satisfaction of turning her on, but this faceless bastard knew what buttons to push.

There was just the sounds of quiet movements in the room, and she couldn't tell what was going on. Suddenly there was a burning sensation across her chest and belly. She screamed thinking she was being cut.

"Don't be such  abady. It's just a little candle wax.", he said condescendingly as he proceeded to pour more molten wax over her body. She couldn't catch a breath as her poured more and more over her body. He dumped a large amount directly on first one nipple, then the other. The burning wax only added to the pain already bloomong there from the clamps. She felt herself panting from the pain, trying to process it and not let it overwhelm her.

The wax was next poured down her belly and between her legs. She felt the rivulets run between the lips of her pussy, causing her to gasp. Her hair was neatly trimmed down there, but she knew that removing the wax was going to be painful. It continued down her legs, lines of wax being drawn up and down her thighs. soon she was completely covered from shoulders to toes in wax.

He stopped and there was only silence for awhile. She felt something cold scraping against her skin, removing the wax.

"Don't move, slut. I wouldn't want you to get cut.", he warned her.

"It's a knife!", her own voice screamed in her head. She froze in fear. Up to this point she thought he just wanted to torture her. It never occured to her that she was in real danger for her life. his hand was steady though, and he seemed to be only scraping the wax from her skin. When he got to her crotch she figured he would just leave it there, matted in her pubes. She was wrong. She soon realized the knife she felt was in actuality a straight razor. A fact she realized when she felt the hair being removed from her pussy. She was soon smooth as a baby down there, and she could feel the air cool on her bare flesh.

"Now that looks very nice. You really should keep it that way.", he laughed.

The next thing she knew one arm was being released. She thought that maybe this was her chance to try her escape, but she soon realized that she was just being turned over for whatever was to come next. He released and then re-chained each limb one at a time so she was always restrained by at least three points at all times.

Once on her belly, she lay there, not knowing what to expect next. She didn't have to wait long as something very hard and thin landed across her ass cheeks. It felt like a line of fire and she jumped with the pain.

"You are going to take a caning like a good slut. Keep your ass up or I will cane the bottoms of your feet. Trust me, that is much worse than your ass.", he said, and to demonstrate he gace her one stroke across the sole of her foot. The pain was blinding, and she quickly pushed her ass up as high as she could.

He laughed,"You are learning quickly, my little whore. Now hold still and make a nice target for my cane."

The next lash struck hard on her left cheek, making her cry out. She bit her lip to try to stifle her cries.

"I will make you cry no matter what you wish. The longer you hold out, the more I get to hurt you, so please do try to fight it.", he told her with a dark tone in his voice. She could feel the menace in his tone, and knew he told her the truth.

He was soon lashing her ass and the backs of her thighs unmercilessly. She could feel the welts growing here and there. She didn't even realize she was crying until she felt the hot tears running down her cheeks. She lay there weeping in pain and shame. Embarrassed at her situation.

She felt his fingers at her molten center, probing once again at her sex. She realized she was now completely soaking wet. Her cunt wetting the mattress beneath her. She began crying even harder realizing he could see how aroused she was by his filthy acts. She felt debased and degraded, and more turned on than she had ever felt in all her life.  Her cunt throbbed with desire and she craved the feeling of his hands on her clit. She wanted him to just touch her and make her cum.

"What's the matter slut? Do you need to cum? Is my pain making your cunt wet? You're making quite a mess of the bed. I may have to make you lick up the mess you are making.", On hearing that last part, she felt her pussy clench in desire, even though the thought of being made to do so was completely humiliating.

He felt her pussy grip his fingers, and smiled,"You do want that don't you?"

She shook her head vehemently, bu tshe knew it was useless to lie to him. Her body told him everything he needed to know.

As she lay there crying, she could feel something running down her thighs. She didn't know if it was blood from the welts, or simply sweat. She suddenly realized she was hoping it was blood. For some reason she thought it was what she deserved for the wrongs she had commited. She wasn't quite sure what they were, but just felt she had been doing wrong. This all flashed quickly through her mind in what must have been mere moments, but seemed like an eternity.

"Are you realizing what you have been doing wrong?", he asked her, interupting her thoughts. How could he know what she was thinking? "It's starting to sink in isn't it?"

She searched her mind for what it could be. She was a great friend, always helping whenever she could. She took care of the children and they were very happy. Her husband was always pleased ...with....

Then it hit her. Her husband. She only gave him sex when it suited her, and only what she felt like giving him. Using sex as a weapon to get what she wanted. Her husband was the one she was disrespectful to. She had treated him horribly for years and never realized it until now.

"So the bitch finally gets it.", she heard, only this time the voice was different. It was the voice of her husband. Her blindfold was pulled off and there she was face to face with her husband. The knew the other voice wasn't his, but as she looked around they were the only ones there.

"Who was the other voice?", she asked nearly in a panic.

"A friend of mine that agreed to help me teach you a lesson.", he responded with a wicked tone in his voice she had never heard before."We rehearsed for a long time to anticipate anything that might happen so he would have an answer for you no matter what you said or did."

"I'm so sorry.", she sobbed as tears sprang from her eyes."I've been horrible to you haven't I?"

"Yes you have, but that is over with. I am going to use you like I never have before, and then you won't have to see me ever again if that is your wish.", he told he with a deadly serious tone in his voice.

"No, no, please. Let me prove myself to you. I will change. I will be the wife you want and never disrespect you again.", she begged.

He looked at her with narrowed eyes. "If I give you another chance, you will do what I say, when I say it.Do you understand?"

"Yes dear.", she said as she vigorously nodded her head.

"It will be yes Sir from now on whenever we are in private. No more attitude or you will be soundly spanked and whipped. I am now your Master from here on out. If that becomes too much of a burden to you, I will leave and find another who can handle it. Am I being perfectly clear on this?", her asked her.

"Yes Sir.", she replied simply.

"Good, now open your mouth, slut and suck your Master's cock. If you do a good job, I'll let you swallow my cum like the little cum slut I know you are.", she told her. She had never swallowed his cum. In fact had made a point to tell him how gross she thought it was, but that was about to change.

He undressed and climbed up on the table in front of her and offered her his hard cock to suck. There was pre-cum dripping from the tip. She would always wipe it away when she would suck him in the past, but this time, she stuck out her tongue and licked it away. She sucked him into her warm, wet mouth and drew the thin fluid out of his cock and onto her tongue. She savored the taste of him and marveled at how good it actually tasted. She had never even tried to taste it, just assumed it was horrible.

She was determined to show him she had changed and wanted him to keep her, so she gave him the best blowjob she had ever given in her life. She sucked him hard and swirled her tongue around the head. Bobbing her head up and down on him, determined to make him cum harder than he ever had before. She began crying as she sucked him off. Tears of shame and joy for what she had been, and what she was becoming. She had been a bitch, but now she was to be his whore. To live to pleasure him and be the best wife any man could ever want. She didn't know what all she was going to have to do, but if this night was any indication, there would be pain and humiliation to be suffered at her husbands hand. She wanted to be what he needed, and was determined to be just that.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of his heavy breathing and his hand gripping her hair.

"Open wide my cum slut.", he ordered.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and the first hot jet of cum shot right down the length of her tongue and into her throat. It was salty and tangy tasting. While not completely pleasant, it wasn't as bad as she had always imagined. Another shot struck her lips and run down her chin. He shot his cum all over her face, intentionally missing her mouth and covering her lips and cheeks with his seed. He even shot some in her hair. She licked her lips to get as much as she could, then sucked his cock back into her mouth to get the  last remaining drops drained from him.

"You will wear that on your face until we get home, and if you are a good little whore, I may let you wash it off before bed.", he told her.

"Yes Sir.", she responded meekly, but with the hint of a smile on her lips.

As he began to untie her, he thought, maybe she will make a decent sub after all...


William