Games people play

[Chocolate Thai]

'My modesty problems?' I think, frowning over at him in confusion. But all is made crystal clear when a moment later he addresses the Judge to request that the same slave along with another man, come and take our dishes away. And if that isn't bad enough, he's going to make me hug and kiss them?!

The meal I'd eaten a moment ago soured in my stomach and I felt ill as I remember with a shudder what Max had done when the Judge had forced me to kiss him; how he'd lifted me and ran his finger down the crack of my ass, pressing himself against me while I struggled to get free.

'Just do it, Simone' I tell myself, 'Don't let him see that it upsets you...At least you're not being punished for what happened...And at least your not getting raped either...So just...Do it.'

I lower my head and repeat this mantra over and over again in my mind to steel my nerves. Not more than a minute later, the door to the dungeon opens and closes and I hear the wheels of the dining cart approaching. I can already feel the slaves eyes on me and I close my own, keeping my head lowered and repeating the words in my head yet again as I uneasily wait for Max to speak.

[Sprayman]

The dungeon door opens and the serving slave pushes the room service cart in. It’s the same Hispanic looking slave that brought the meal. He’s followed by a younger slave who looks like he belongs on a California beach with his surf board in hand. He appears to be about Missy’s age, possibly even a year or two younger. Tall but lanky, tan with sun bleached blond hair and blue eyes, staring at Missy even harder than our server. Both of them approach our table. Missy won’t look at them and I see her shoulders roll forward and slump as she hears them coming close.

“Go ahead and clear the table. When you’re done, my slave wants to show her appreciation for the quick service. She doesn’t have permission to speak and isn’t trained yet, so she will give each of you a friendly hug and a nice long kiss.”

Both male slaves respond with, “Yes Master,” as they quickly begin to clear the table. The younger blond slave spends half of his time staring at Missy’s tits. He also gets a raging hard on with a cock that more than matches the older slave. By the time the table is cleared and wiped with a damp cloth, both slaves cocks are standing at full attention!

“Alright Missy, stand up and show your fellow slaves how much you appreciate their good service…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding fearfully in my chest.

It's not that I'm afraid the men will rape me. I know that Max would have to give them specific instruction to go that far...but what bothers me is that he's given them no instruction at all...no limitations on how they can touch me. It was the same stipulation the Judge had purposely failed to address upstairs in my room, and I sadly realize that Max is leaving me open to whatever manhandling these men decide to subject me to.

I look over at him, my pleading eyes meeting his impassive gaze,  but he only stares at me and then lifts one eyebrow expectantly...And my hate for him grows a little deeper still.

Reluctantly, I rise from the bench, instinctively crossing my free left arm over my tits to shield them from view. I finally look over at the two slaves standing next to the table, their eyes glued to my pussy and their cocks both fully erect, and my face flushes hot with mortification.

"Just get it over with...Just get it over with...Just get it over with..." I repeat in my head as I shuffle over to the nearest slave; the one who'd brought the food in originally. I stand in front of him looking up into his handsome face for a moment before quickly dropping my arm and using it to encircle his muscular waist.

 Immediately his strong arms surround me, drawing me in closer to him. His hard cock is entrapped between us and he gyrates his hips, grinding it into my naked mound while groaning softly. His hands rub up and down my back and cup my ass cheeks as I squirm in his unwanted embrace, whimpering in protest and trying hard not to scream for him to stop for fear that I'll be punished for speaking. Finally, I get my free hand up between us and plant it in his chest, rearing back and looking up at him with dismay. He still holds me, but stops groping my body for a moment as he looks down into my face and then lowers his head to mine to kiss me. I struggle not to pull away as his tongue parts my lips and begins exploring the inside of my mouth. I count to three in my head, hoping this will be long enough for Max, and then move to free myself, but his grip gets tighter for a moment as his kiss becomes more insistent. I again begin to squirm against him, thinking he isn't going to stop, and I am grateful when a few moments later he reluctantly breaks the kiss and does finally releases me.

Next, I look toward the blond slave. A nasty smile curls his lips when I begin to approach and I stop dead in my tracks, turning to look at Max who only nods in the blond's direction, urging me to go on. Sighing miserably, I shuffle up to him and open my left arm to embrace him.

Wasting no time, he lowers his hands to the back of my thighs and lifts while spreading them slightly until the length of his throbbing cock slides in between them, and his shaft is nestled securely between the lips of my still swollen slit.  I cry out in alarm and pound his back with my free hand as he holds me in a bear hug and begins sliding his cock back and forth between my quivering thighs and aching pussy lips. After a few more dry humps, he finally lowers my feet to the floor and pulls my head back by my wet hair. His head darts forward and his lips press hard against mine in a crushing kiss as he uses his other hand to reach between us and grope my tits.  His fingers suddenly close around one of my sore nipples I scream shrilly into his open mouth, wrenching my lips away from his and breaking the kiss while trying to push away from him.
 
He tries to recapture my mouth with his own while tugging on my now throbbing nipple and in a pain filled panic, I reach up and grab a handful of his hair, pulling hard, until he relinquishes both my nipple and his grip on my own hair...then finally releases me completely.

When I'm free, I quickly back away from him. My feet get tangled in the strap between my ankles and I suddenly find myself falling backward, but before I can hit the floor, Max catches me from behind, lifts me to my feet, and then quickly steps back and away from me without saying a word.

 Too afraid to look up into his eyes and see what kind of reaction to what just transpired might be playing across his features, I stand there; trembling, with my head bowed, my hand protectively covering my throbbing nipple, sobbing softly, and desperately praying that any punishment that might be coming as a result of my actions won't be too horrible to bear.

[Sprayman]

Pointing at the Hispanic I growl, “You… get out of here,” and then I turn to the blond one. “You stay!”

“Missy… left hand at the belt…NOW!”

Missy jerks when I raise my voice, but quickly does as I tell her. I fasten her left wrist to the belt. She’s sobbing and shaking like a leaf in a gale. I barely hear the Hispanic slave’s “Yes Master,” as he nearly runs from the dungeon, pushing the cart in front of him.

Facing the blond slave, I let him see the anger in my face as I say, “I did not give you permission to hurt my slave. You persisted even after she screamed! Judge, I claim the right to punish this slave.”

“Agreed Max, that’s your prerogative,” the Judge’s voice issues from the speakers.

Grabbing the blond slave’s hair, I drag him to the cross and throw him against it. “Face the cross slave and take the position.” He spreads his legs until they match the legs of the cross and then extends his arms up the upper crossbars until his position matches the cross itself.

“Don’t move!”

Turning, I walk to the section of the front wall holding the singletails and take down a six foot leather snake whip. It’s almost identical to one of mine at home, a sixteen plait kangaroo hide whip that I’ve had for years. The male slave is doing room service, so he must be fully trained. There should be no need to restrain him for his punishment. I flick the whip several times to feel it’s balance as I return to the cross.

“Ten lashes for harming my slave. When I’m done, you will apologize to her and then report to your Master. He may punish you further if he wishes.”

“Yes Master,” the blond slave answers in a near whisper.

“Missy, watch closely. This is punishment!”

With no further ado, I draw back, lay the fall of the whip out straight behind me, and then pull it forward in a well-aimed cast that strikes the slave across his shoulder blades. He gasps as the skin turns first white and then red, quickly forming a raised welt across the full width of his back. Since I don’t get pleasure whipping a man, I waste no time laying the next nine on his back and ass, each one causing a gasp, moan or brief scream. When I’m done, the welts are fiery red and several are seeping blood.

“Go and apologize to my slave, and then get out of here.”

I return the whip to its hook after wiping it off with an alcohol wipe. The blond slave groans “Yes Master,” and moves painfully over to Missy. I hear him say, “I’m sorry I hurt you. I apologize.” Then, as quickly as possible, he leaves the dungeon.

I won’t apologize to Missy. I never apologize to a slave, but I want her to know I didn’t intend for her to be hurt.

“I punished him for hurting you. He had no right to do that, only I have that right while you are my slave…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

I keep my eyes glued to the floor. I can't help but jump fearfully, though, when Max angrily growls for someone to get out of the room. I know he isn't talking to me...I couldn't be that lucky...But I begin to sob harder when I hear the anger in his voice.

Dreadful thoughts of having to again endure the agony of the horse or something even worse, as punishment for not fully following through on his order to kiss both of the male slaves, flood my mind...And when he does address me, shouting for me to put my free hand at my belt, I begin shaking. 
 
I quickly put my hand behind me, having the presence of mind, even in my fear, not to disobey him at this moment and make matters worse for myself. As he roughly grabs my wrist and secures it behind me to the belt surrounding my waist, I hear someone say, "Yes, Master" and I look up to see the first slave I'd been forced to kiss racing from the room as he pushes the dining cart ahead of him.

I flinch when Max's angry voice fills the room again, but then I quickly realize that it isn't me he's yelling at; not me he's furious with at all...It's the blond. 

 My sobs die down to hurt sniffles as I listen to him speak with the Judge. I lift my head and turn it in their direction just in time to see the stricken look of absolute fear and dread that comes over the blond man's face as the Judge's voice booms through the speakers, agreeing with Max's request, and giving him permission to discipline the male slave.

 A moment later, my mouth drops open in astonishment and horror as Max furiously drags the other man by his hair, over to a large, wooden, X-shaped, piece of equipment and throws him against it.

What strikes me most about the scene unfolding before me, is although it had to have been excruciatingly painful to be pulled across the room by his hair, the male slave had made no move to resist. He hadn't even tried to raise his hands to the hand entwined in his hair and pry it out as I would have done... Instead, now, even  as he trembles in evident fear, he also seems to be embracing the piece of equipment, stretching out his arms and legs to match the shape of the X even as Max is ordering him to do so.

My eyes flicker back and forth between his quivering body and Max, who has just picked up and is now cracking a wicked looking whip through the air. 

He growls for me to pay attention, but he needn't have wasted his breath. I couldn't have turned my horrified gaze away if I'd tried.

I stare in abject terror as the first five lashes fall across the man's exposed flesh and he moans and gasps in agony with each stripe. But then I do turn away, flinching every time the whip cracks; finally understanding why the pretty red-head who'd appeared in Max's room the second time had been crying...truly realizing why she had been welted and bleeding...

After the tenth lash falls, I hear Max order the slave to apologize to me, but as he hurries over and does so, his voice noticeably thick with pain and tears, I am too embarrassed at having to witness his shame to even meet his gaze. I do nod in acceptance of his apology, though, and can't help but watch as he enters my field of vision and hurries from the room, his back bright red and seeping with the same red welts I'd seen on the slave girl's back and ass the night before.

I gasp and turn my head toward Max now as I hear him approaching. He gruffly tells me that he'd punished the slave for hurting me... and basically tells me that if anything, it's his job to hurt me and no one else's.  I stare up at him through my frightened tears, my mind temporarily in turmoil... not sure for a moment whether to be somewhat honored by his defense of me, or just spectacularly terrified by his capacity for violence...

Then, I remember the back of the man who'd just run, practically sobbing, from the room...and It only takes me a fraction of a second to decide which of the two feelings is most appropriate given my current situation.

I lower my head as the frightened tears again begin to flow, remembering to choke out the words that could possibly keep me from meeting the same fate.

"Th-Thank you M-Master..."

[Sprayman]

Missy manages to say thank you to me and addresses me as Master but sobs and trembles visibly while I look down at her. It’s obvious that kissing the male slaves wasn’t a good idea and has upset both of us, although for very different reasons. I really didn’t want her hurt but did want her to become used to being seen and touched by strangers while she was nude. The Hispanic slave had done just about as I had expected. Missy may not have enjoyed the experience but no harm came from it.

The blond slave was totally different!

While I consider, I realize that, in my haste to punish him, I had fastened Missy’s left wrist behind her back instead of to her hip. Stepping behind her, I take hold of her left arm in order to correct the situation. She gasps when my hand closes on her arm, momentarily tries to pull away, then moans softly and goes completely limp. I’m suddenly left holding her off the floor by her arm. For no obvious reason, my slave seems to have fainted!

Taking hold of the belt with my other hand, I lift her legs over the bench, lower her into a sitting position, and lean her chest against the edge of the table while I support her head. Then I allow her head to rest on the tabletop. Both bench and table are bolted to the floor so she is securely propped in that position. As I reconnect her wrist cuff to the left hip ‘D’ ring, the Judge’s voice inquires, “Max, do you need assistance?”

“No thanks Judge, I think she just fainted. Is that staff meeting over yet?”

“Yes, it’s letting out now Max,” he replies.

“Good! Is there any place nearby where I can find two or three male staff members in a group?”

“Well, yes there is Max. Some of the off duty staff are having an impromptu swim match at the pool. They are gathering now. It looks like there will be seven or eight involved and at least four are men.”

Missy moans softly and stirs a bit, but I continue to steady her with a hand holding the belt around her waist.

“Excellent Judge, I’m going to bring my slave down for training. Please advise the staff that this will be a ‘look but don’t touch’ situation.”

“Certainly Max, I’ll tell them now.”

“Thanks Judge. Missy is coming around so we'll be down soon.”

She is making soft sounds, almost mewing, and her muscles are regaining some tension. When she lifts her head, I release my hold on the belt and step back. She slowly sits upright and looks over her shoulder at me for a moment before lowering her head and eyes.

Making sure my voice is light and humorous, I say, “I don’t remember telling you it was nap time slave…”

Then I unhook the leash from the bench and hold it in my hand.

“Come on slave, enough resting. We’re going for a walk. You need some fresh air and sunshine…!”

[Chocolate Thai]

My head still slightly fuzzy, I slowly swing my legs over the bench and rise to my feet, swaying unsteadily for a moment before gaining my balance. I've never fainted before. There were times during gymnastic practice or cheerleading trials that I'd hyperventilated or overheated and come close, but I'd always taken deep breaths or put my head down between my knees for a moment until the dizziness subsided, and I'd been ready to go again. This time, I'd had no chance to try a remedy for the fear induced hyperventilation that had overwhelmed me. It had only grown steadily worse, and when he'd touched me, it was like a switch had turned off in my head... I just remember everything going black...and then, there was the sensation of falling...

Now, as he stands beside me, the fear still remains. I suppose it always will as long as I'm around him, but it's not as intense as it was earlier, since he's not raging with anger and the two male slaves have gone. My body is still humming with tension, but I do not, however, want to go out for fresh air and sunshine. I don't want to be walked around outside, naked and leashed, like his pet. I'd like to at least ask him for some clothing. Even the netted coverall I'd been given upon leaving the basement cell, or one of the many string bikinis in my dresser drawer would be wonderful to wear at this point, but he leaves no room for discussion about the matter as he leads me out of the dungeon and onto the elevator.

As the elevator descends He stands to one side of me. I can feel his eyes on me, staring at me...studying me...and it makes me extremely uncomfortable. I glance over at him, and our eyes meet for a moment before I quickly look away. I'm sure he's devising some kind of scheme, some new plan to make life for me even more miserable than it has already become. I know that he's still trying to chip away at my mind...at my soul...and I strengthen my resolve not to let it happen. No matter what he does to me, I won't let him turn me into a mindless little fuck toy like the girl Cam... or the redhead servant girl or even the grown man who had let himself be dragged across the room and whipped without a word of protest...

'Not a chance.' I think as I stare straight ahead. Oh, I'll be good...because right now I don't have any other choice but to be good. I'll try to remember to do and say what he wants...try not to anger him and risk being whipped like the others...but unlike them, I have no plans on giving up on my freedom...I will always be looking for a way out of this nightmare...and God help Max, the Judge, or whoever else is unfortunate enough to be standing in my way, when I finally find it.

When the elevator doors open, he steps out ahead of me, tugging gently on the leash for me to follow. To my relief, just as before, the lobby is empty. He makes a left, and heads for the courtyard and the pool where our breath holding contest had been held. I shuffle along behind him silently and then all of a sudden my ears pick up on the sound of voices. I frown, my heart beat speeding up its pace as I tilt my head to one side, trying to ascertain where they are coming from. He never slows down as he approaches the door to the courtyard, and as we near it, the voices get louder. My eyes widen as I realize that this is where the voices are coming from, and that he's going to walk me, naked, right through this group of people! I slow down and the leash pulls taut as I reluctantly continue to follow him. The voices are clearer now, both male and female. I can hear the splash of the pool and their laughter as they joke and play around with each other. As he comes to the door and places his hand on it, I peer around his large frame and catch a glimpse of some of the people on the other side of the glass door and my stomach does a nasty flip.

'They're all clothed!' My mind cries, 'I'm the only one who will be walking around out there, naked...on display for all these people to gawk at!'

 He pushes through the door but I don't follow. I'm frozen to the spot on which I now stand, my face burning hot with embarrassment, and my stomach now churning with nervous dread. He turns to look at me and tugs the leash, but still I remain glued to the spot, I want to tell him no, tell him I'm not going out there and he can't fucking make me go out there...but when in the next moment he scowls and moves as if to come back and drag me through the door, or worse... I quickly shuffle up to him.

He stands there for a moment, no doubt glaring at the top of my lowered head and then walks through the door, pulling me after him. All conversation stops when we exit onto the courtyard. I know the people out here are staring at me, gawking at my body even as I round my shoulders and bend low at the waist to hide it...but I can't see them.  I keep my head so low that my long hair obscures my face, effectively hiding it from their view while also hiding them from mine.

[Sprayman]

There’s a good crowd around the pool, five guys and three girls, all in bathing suits. My gym shorts aren’t swim trunks, but they’re close enough. Missy of course is naked, and from the balk at the doorway, very self-conscious of that fact. Good, that’s the idea! Maybe she’ll get over it, since all eyes are on her. The crowd is quiet for almost a minute, but finally one of the women splashes water in the face of a guy and says something to the effect of, “Hey, you’re with me babe!” The noise returns but the men still steal frequent glances at Missy. I don’t blame them! The bright sun here on the pool deck causes Missy’s milk chocolate skin to glow and highlights every detail of her beautiful body.

Two of the men are stringing a net across the pool. It looks like water volleyball is the name of the game.

“Come on slave, let’s find a couple of lounge chairs so we can watch the game.”

Missy doesn’t seem interested… in the game… or anything else… except hiding from the eyes that follow us every step we take. As I walk toward a group of chairs, another woman, apparently running a bit late, jogs around the corner of the building, wearing  a yellow sweat suit. She is headed straight for Missy and me.

As she jogs closer, she looks Missy up and down and then licks her lips. She has short brunette hair and even allowing for the sweat gear, a fairly stocky build. My guess, about five foot seven and maybe one hundred fifty pounds. Not fat by any means but not skinny either. She stops right in front of Missy, looks her up and down one more time and then glances at me.

“Hi, I’m Claire. That’s a beautiful slave you have. Her skin is simply gorgeous! Can I pet her?”

“Hi Claire, I’m Max and this is my new slave. I call her Missy. She’s pretty sensitive. She had a session on the horse earlier and got introduced to nipple clamps too.”

“I’ll be gentle with her Max, I just want to touch that fantastic skin. She’s unbelievably beautiful. I could just eat her up…! Maybe after the game I could join the two of you… if you don’t mind sharing…”

“Well, let’s see what Missy thinks about that. Missy, would you like Claire to meet us later…?”

[Chocolate Thai]

Simone:  My head is still down, but I glance up in disbelief at the woman who has just spoken; asking to pet me, as if I'm nothing more than a dog! She even promises to be gentle, like that will make the fact that she's touching me period, any easier for me to stomach.

I can't believe that a woman could act this way...That one woman could see another woman so obviously being violated and abused...And not only take no action to stop it...But actually be eager to join in!

When Max asks me if I'd like for Claire to meet us later, I waste no time shaking my head in denial. And I quickly say, "No, Master."  Just to make sure my response to her repulsive offer is clear.




 
Max: "Well Claire, Missy is still very new and almost completely untrained. For now, why don't we stick with some petting? I really don't want her to have any more pain just yet. Maybe she'll change her mind when she sees how gentle you are."





Simone: I could scream when Max gives her permission to touch me. I want to beg him not to let her do it, but I'm afraid of what his reaction will be if I go against what he says. So instead, I bite my tongue, cringe in disgust, and wish I could just disappear.





Claire: "I guess that will have to do..." I say to both Max and the beautiful slave next to him who is bent at the waist as if trying to shield her body from view; her face almost totally hidden by her hair.

"Pity though..." I murmur, as I step in closer to her, reach down, and let my fingers gently brush the mound of her sex. I can't help but to smile when she gasps and pulls away from my touch.

 "...I would have been more than happy to kiss it all better for you..."




 
Max: "Slave, stand still. I don't want to see you pull away again unless she hurts you. If you do... I'll hurt you! Claire is being very gentle. Even I can see that."





Simone: My skin is crawling. I can't believe she'd touched me there, of all places! It hadn't hurt exactly...but still, I can't stand the thought of her doing it again.

"But, it did hurt Master..." I disagree, managing to keep my tone respectful, but unable to stay quiet any longer "...I'm still sore from earlier...And from last night...Please, don't let her touch me there..."





Claire: "You seem to have a feisty one on your hands...and also very sensitive...I'm sure her training will be very entertaining for you, Max." I say, letting my eyes roam over her curves.

"I must tell you...I'm really quite jealous." I add jokingly, but truthfully nonetheless.




 
 Max: "It's been fun so far Claire. She's also very shy, which is why I brought her down here. I'm hoping she'll get used to going nude quicker by exposing her to more people.”

 “Missy, Claire wasn’t hurting you. You are being difficult and if you keep it up I’ll be forced to punish you. Remember what just happened to the blond slave. Now stand still and let her pet you. I don’t want to hear any more about it.”

 Looking up, I see a man and woman getting out of the pool and coming in our direction. Claire’s petting has gotten the attention of others.






Simone: Mortified tears burn my eyes at their demeaning words. I have never been so humiliated, nor have I been made to feel so much less than human, in all my life... I want to voice my outrage, but the blond slave's punishment is still fresh in my mind, and the mention of it is enough to keep me from speaking again.

I grimace and choke back a sob as the woman named Claire again reaches out and touches my mound, this time letting her fingers dip into the cleft of my pussy lips before pulling them out, sliding them up my belly, and running them lightly over my tits. She cups one and then the other gently, carefully avoiding my nipples. I force myself to remain still and endure her touch, keeping my head lowered so that the look of disgust on my face won't show and get me into trouble with Max.

A moment later, I hear voices approaching, and new pairs of feet enter my field of vision as other people begin to gather around us.

'Oh God...Please help me...' I cry in my head, as I realize that this awful 'petting' may not be ending with Claire.






Claire: I drink in the gorgeous sight of the slave girl before me, detesting my touch, while having no other choice but to submit to it. She is still bent over, something I would have disallowed immediately, but she is new...she will learn.

 Max looks competent enough, he'd brought her here, after all, to desensitize her to being on display.

'Smart move for him...lucky break for me...' I smile to myself as I enjoy the weight of her soft, firm, breast in my hand. 'And to think...If I'd just been a few minutes later, I would have been at the back of the line that's forming right now...'

I give her tit a gentle squeeze and she groans, not in pain, but in absolute despair. A few of her teardrops fall from her lovely eyes and land on my forearm, and I moan softly as a tingle spreads throughout my clit. I let go of her tit and gently grasp her chin, lifting her face until her tear-filled hazel eyes meet mine.

"You have no idea of all the things I would do to you little girl" I whisper, before leaning closer and extending my tongue, slowly licking up her right cheek and savoring the delectable taste of the tears that had been rolling down it.

She's crying openly now as I release her chin and straighten back up, licking my lips and meeting Max's gaze.

"Please, let me know when she's feeling up to entertaining guests..." I say, stealing one more longing glance at the beautifully quivering slave before stepping aside so the person behind me can get their turn. "We'll have to make a night of it sometime..."






Max: "That sounds great Claire; I'll keep it in mind, although it may take a few days yet." As Claire steps away, the new couple step forward, the woman was the one who splashed water in the man's face to break the earlier staring contest in the pool.

 "Hi there, I'm Tina and this drooling guy next to me is my fiancé Tony. He just had to get a better look at your slave. Tony is a chocolate lover and thinks she looks absolutely luscious. I’m positive he’d be happy to help Claire kiss those sore spots all better!”

 Tony finally finds his voice, although his eyes are still plastered on Missy’s body. “Yeah… Security said you were coming and had a new slave in training. They said it was look but no touch. Then I saw that bitch Claire touching her and wondered what was going on?”

 By now, we have a crowd gathering around Missy and me. Claire is glaring at Tony and the comment he made. Three other people are standing around behind Tina and Tony and the rest are either getting out of the pool or already walking toward us.

 “Tony, why don’t I wait until everyone can hear me? It’s silly to keep saying the same thing over and over.”

 The rest of the group forms a semi-circle around Missy and me with the men jostling each other for a better view. Except for Claire, the women seem more interested in me.

 “OK everyone, my name is Max and this is my new slave. I told the Judge this was a training session for her and that it was ‘no touch’ because she’s shy and in some pain. I introduced her to the dungeon this morning and… well… lets just say she’s sensitive now!”

 “Claire asked permission to touch her and promised to be gentle, so I said she could. I don’t want my slave hurt more right now; I’m just trying to get her used to being naked around people. For now, lets not handle her. If you all want to touch her later, you’ll have to avoid the tender spots. Maybe talking about those spots will help her get over her shyness. Is anyone interested in what has happened to her since she became my slave? Feel free to ask her anything you like and maybe we can get her to agree to being touched a little later…!”






Simone: My feelings and sense of pride are truly hurt, and tears are falling like rain from my lowered eyes as the men and women speak about me as though I'm not a person at all.

That woman Claire, had actually licked my face! I can't stomach the thought of staying here any longer and actually having to answer any of their sick questions. I have to try to make it stop.

"Master, I don't feel well...can we go?  Please??"






Max: “Go… you want to go? The only place we’re going to go is back to the dungeon. Is that what you really want? Be careful what you ask for Missy. Now, do you want to stay here and talk to the nice people… or go back to the dungeon? I’ve already postponed the next item on your training schedule twice… and you know what that is.”

 “So... do you want to go… or not






Simone: As miserable as I am, I do not want to go back to the dungeon and be raped...So I sadly shake my head and softly reply...

 "No, master...I don't want to go."






 Max: "Somehow I thought that's what you'd say slave. Now then, anyone have any questions for her? I'm sure she'll answer them completely... instead of going back to the dungeon."

I can't help a brief chuckle. Missy would prefer almost anything... at least anything non-physical... instead of returning to the dungeon.





Tina: "Why is that, slave?" I ask, " Why is it that you don't want to go back to the dungeon? What's planned for you, when you go back there?"






Simone: I stifle another sob of shame, not wanting to say the words and let them know what he's going to be doing to me when we go back...but I have to answer her. I don't have a choice...although I'm sure she already knows the answer for herself.

"H-He's going to rape me!" I cry softly, the words trailing off into small sobs.






Tina:  "Oh My!" I  gasp, placing one hand on my chest and looking around in shock.

 The beautiful slave girl looks up into my face, a flicker of hope flashing across her delicate features. I look down at her, shaking my head sympathetically for a moment before speaking.

"You really are new, aren't you, slave? You even forgot the proper address when speaking to a free woman!"

The look of crushed hope and humiliation on her face is priceless, but she only gives me a glimpse of it before she lowers her head again. That small taste, however, is enough to make me smile and want to push her harder.

"And let me explain something to you, slave..."

 I look around at all the other men and women gathered around and say, "This is something I tell all my slaves...if you don't, they simply never grasp the concept!" They nod and look at me attentively as I turn my attention back to the girl bent over in front of me. I grasp her chin and lift her face, much like Claire had done, so that she will look into my eyes and truly understand.

"The word 'rape' no longer pertains to you, dear. You...are a slave.  From the moment you became one, you lost the rights to your freedom, your body, and even your own mind to some extent. You are a thing of pleasure, of which your master or anyone else he decides to offer you to, may partake in...Whenever they wish, However they wish, and for how long they wish. You have no say whatsoever in the matter. And since you have no right to say 'No' to any free person who desires you...then it is not rape....You are merely being...fucked. You may not like it...may not want it...but being fucked, and being fucked often, is one of the main duties of a slave...

 "Now, for a free woman such as myself, I do have a right to exercise my decision of whether or not to be fucked.  If say...your master, here..." I look up into Max's handsome face and give him a wicked smile. "...decided to ravish me after I've said 'no', for some strange reason..." I chuckle, flirting openly. " Then, that would be considered rape!" I say happily, seeing the understanding and defeat in her eyes.

 "Now, tell me if you understand me, slave..." I ask, smiling as her tears dampen the tips of my fingers and her mouth quivers helplessly.





Simone: "Y-Yes, Mistress...I understand" I choke out, remembering how the Judge had told me to address woman who weren't wearing a collar.





Tina: "Good..That's a good girl...And now, what is your Master going to do to you when you get back to the dungeon?"





Simone: Too defeated to say anything else, I answer "H-He's going to fu-fuck me, Mistress..." I sob, miserably.





Tina: I look around at my companions. "See! They all just need a little direction!" I giggle brightly.





Max: I have mixed feelings about Tina. On the one hand, she's obviously flirting with me, and doing it in front of her fiancé. Flirting is fun and Tina is a good-looking woman. On the other hand, she seems to be the Alpha personality of the couple and obviously isn’t concerned about upsetting Tony, who apparently doesn’t mind her taking the dominant role. That’s a situation I’ll never understand!

 Lastly, it is somewhat annoying that she is instructing my new slave. Correcting Missy about the proper form of address is fine, although I would have done it. Giving her instructions on life as a slave… is going a little too far… at least for me! I don’t want to make a fuss about it though. That would just make it more important than it is.

 “Thanks Tina, I’ve told her the same thing but some repetition can’t hurt. Maybe hearing it from a woman will make it more palatable. Anyone else have a question?”

 A man sporting a mustache and goatee pushes forward and stands in front of Missy. Before he can speak I say, “No need for names, I doubt she’ll remember them anyway. She has enough trouble remembering Master and Mistress.” I chuckle as I look at Tina, who flashes me a big smile.

 “OK fine,” the bearded man replies. “Slave, I want to know how your Master fucked you and why you didn’t like it? Is his cock to small to satisfy you? If so, I’d be happy to see if mine fits better.” He looks at me, winks, and smiles to show that he means nothing personal with his question.





Simone: I can't speak for a moment, and can only stand there looking down at the ground in dismay at having to say out loud to a bunch of strangers how Max had raped me the night before. And it didn't matter what that Tina woman had said, It was rape. That's all it was, and all it ever would  be; no matter if I had the 'right' to say 'No' or not.  There is no way to avoid answering the question, however, so finally I speak up, my voice small and tight with tears.

"H-He tied me down...and...he f-fucked my...my pussy...and...and my ass... and my mouth!" I cry, breaking down for a moment before regaining enough control over my sobs to finish answering the man's filthy question. "I didn't like it...because...I didn't want him to do it... And he was too b-big, Master...it hurt..."


 


Bearded man: “Tied you down, did he? I suppose you’d have welcomed him with open arms and a big smile if he had left you untied. Most slaves are tied up the first few times. You say he’s too big… and he hurt you? Did his cock tear you open? Did your asshole need stitches? Could you put an orange in your cunt when he was done? It looks like you can walk just fine. I saw you walk all the way across the pool deck without help. You can’t be hurt very much if you can walk.”

 “I think you complain too much!”




 The bearded man turns and steps back to his old place.

 Another man steps in front of Missy, looks her up and down. Then he walks slowly all the way around her, looking up and down as he walks. The man has a tattoo of an eagle on his shoulder. He stops in front of Missy and asks, “How were you tortured? I don’t see a single mark in your body… no welts… no burns… no cuts. What did he do that hurt you so bad? Was it electricity…?”





Simone: 'My god...these people really are crazy! Stitches? Cuts and burns? Oranges??? ' I think, horrified at the thought of some of the things that were mentioned...And I'm afraid to hear what's coming next.. But still, I have no choice other than to answer.

"H- He put me on the horse...and put c-clamps on my nipples, Master."





Tattooed Man: “Nipple clamps…! Good grief slave, nipple clamps are jewelry! It must have been those padded Japanese things. I use alligator clips… the metal ones with teeth. At least they leave marks! The horse though… that’s another matter. How long were you on it…? Did he put weights on your belt? That makes the horse really bite… when you have an extra twenty pounds hanging around your middle!”





Simone: "I-I don't know how long I was on it Master..." I say shaking my head, my tearful eyes wide.  I had thought Max was bad...but these people...these people are monsters!





Tattooed Man: “Yeah… I guess it would be hard to tell how long you were up there. There isn’t any clock in the dungeon. I don’t time it either. When they faint… I take them down!”

 “Max, I don’t want to butt in on your training or try to tell you what to do, but I think you may be handling her too gently. When you go back up to the dungeon, give her about twenty lashes with a cat… then fuck her ass until she bleeds. That seems to get them off to a good start.”

He turns and steps back into the crowd.




I look around and ask, “Anyone else have a question for my slave?”

A couple of the people are already headed back toward the pool. Soon, it’s just Missy and me and Tina and Tony.





 

Tony: “I have a question, but it’s for you Max. Tina thinks you’re sexy and I think your slave is gorgeous. Can we work out a swap? Tina gives great head and I promise not to hurt Missy.”

 Tina is grinning from ear to ear as she sticks out her tongue to display the silver stud near its tip.

“Well Tony, I haven’t had much time with my slave but maybe she’d like a change of pace.”

Tina’s smile gets even wider!

“Missy, would you like to fuck Tony… or me…?”





Simone: A flicker of anger briefly burns through my fear when the bastard with the stupid eagle tattoo tells Max that he's being too gentle with me...tells him to beat me ...to fuck my ass until I bleed! I mentally add him to the list of people I'd like to kill if given a chance, and briefly imagine how gently he would beg to be handled if I put him on the horse and let that sharp edge bite into his worthless balls... Then I  hear Max's question and glance up at the woman named Tina who is still shamelessly flirting with Max, and then look over to her fiance who is staring at me lustfully.

 I could care less if Max went with this Tina woman. It would mean that I wouldn't have to deal with him... he could satisfy his sexual needs with someone who actually did want to fuck him, and leave me out of it...But then there was the matter of this other man...He seems to be the least cruel out of all the men who'd come up to us...or at the very least, he was the least vocal about what he'd do to hurt me. He'd even promised not to hurt me...But still, I couldn't imagine having some new man inside me...Being used like a pet whore by one man was quite enough for me.

 I know saying, 'neither' isn't an option, although that's just what I long to say...so I just lower my eyes again and softly say the next best thing...

"You, Master."





Max: “Tony, that’s the second time Missy has picked me this morning. I’m starting to think she actually means it. You and Tina seem like nice people and I wouldn’t mind doing a trade, but this is my first day as her Master, and she says she wants me. I’m going to see if she really means what she says. Maybe in a day or two, we can work something out. For now, I think I’ll continue on with my new slave.”

Tina’s smile slips away and I see sparks in her eyes. She doesn’t like being turned down. It’s too damn bad. That  dominant streak rubs me the wrong way and I have a feeling she would try controlling the bedroom in the same way she controls Tony. No thanks!

“Missy, I think you’ve had enough sun for now. We need to get back to your training schedule. Tony, Tina, it’s been nice talking to you. Maybe things will work out in a couple of days.”

 Tugging on the leash I say, “Let’s go slave. Back inside.”

 As we go back into the building, I turn to Missy and ask, “Would you rather fuck in the dungeon or up in a bed…?”






Simone: I shuffle behind him, truly relieved to be leaving the pool area and its bunch of sadistic freaks behind me, but also more than a little reluctant to move on to what Max had called, 'the next item on my training schedule'...

It doesn't look as though it will be postponed a third time, and this speculation is proven correct when he turns toward me after we've entered the building, and calmly asks me where I'd rather fuck.

Another awful choice boggles my mind temporarily...But I do know that I don't want to spend another second in the dungeon, not with so many torture items lying around, and especially not after what the others men at the pool area had just mentioned...So again, I make the safest choice that I possibly can, and another demeaning answer is forced to leave my lips...

"In a bed, Master."  I reply, miserably.





Max: “Well, there’s something we agree on anyway. We’ll go up to my room, but I need to stop in the dungeon for a second. I want some restraint straps. They’re easier to work with than rope.”

In the elevator, I hook Missy’s leash to a plain snap hook set in the back wall just above my eye level. She could unhook it… if she could reach it. With her wrists attached to the belt, it might as well be a padlock.

“Missy, I’m going to tie you to the bed again, but this time you’ll have some slack, especially for your legs. If you fight me… well… you’ll be sorry! That’s all I’m going to say. If you promise not to bite, I won’t even gag you. Break your promise… you’ll be sorry! I know you hate what’s going to happen, but I’m trying to make it less painful for you. Will you promise not to bite?”

The elevator stops and the door opens onto the dungeon floor.





Simone:   I nod in agreement and  reply, 'Yes, I promise Master."

I know that biting his arm, shoulder, hand...or any other insignificant body part that might come near my mouth is something that won't seriously hurt him and will only make him angry enough to kill me as he'd promised...or at the very least, cause him to become more inclined to use some of the torture methods the men at the pool had suggested as punishment.

However... I have no plans of honoring any promise not to bite, if he tries to force his filth covered cock into my mouth for a second time with nothing prohibiting me from doing my best to gnaw it off... In that case...well, we will both have to just take our chances...

[Chocolate Thai]

Max: Leaving Missy  in the elevator, I duck into the dungeon and grab four restraint straps from the shelf. The straps have a locking carabiner on each end already and can be adjusted for length easily. Back into the elevator and off we go to the tenth floor. I take Missy’s leash down from the hook and look at my slave. She isn’t sobbing but tears are running down her cheeks. She seems resigned to what is going to happen. Little does she know what I have planned for her!

 
“I know you’re not going to enjoy this slave, but I’m going to make it as easy on you as I can. I give you my word that I won’t try to hurt you this time. I’m not saying it won’t hurt… but I’ll try not to cause pain.”

 
The elevator stops at the tenth floor, the door slides open, and I step out, heading toward my room door. Now Missy is sobbing!


Opening the room door, I lead Missy through my sitting room and into the bedroom. Room service has been here while we were at the dungeon and pool. The bed is made and the room has been tidied up. Stopping by the foot of the bed, I drop Missy’s leash and say, “Stay right here. Don’t move.” I’m curious to see if she will obey. Not that it matters… she has nowhere to run… and with the hobble strap on her ankles running is impossible anyway!

 
Taking one of the restraint straps, I connect it to an eye at the corner of the foot of the bed. Moving to the head, I attach another strap to an eye in the same position there. Missy is standing dejectedly where I left her. She has her head hung down, looking at the floor. Walking around her and the bed, I fasten the third and forth straps to corresponding eyes on that side. With the straps tight, she would be restrained, spread-eagled on the bed. I don’t plan to make them that tight however. Missy is sobbing harder now, but hasn’t moved from where I put her. Stepping behind her, I loosen the restraint belt a little, so it can slip around her waist. She flinches at my touch!

 
“Why are you crying slave? I just told you I’m not going to hurt you… at least not on purpose… You have permission to speak freely. In fact, while we're here in my room you are free to say whatever you like.”






Simone: "Because I don't want to do this, Master! I don't want to be raped... or Fucked! I don't want to be a slave and be tortured and abused like those men said...I just wanna go home!" I cry, my mind filled with dread as I watch him ready the bed for us.






Max: “Hmm… well you are a slave… my slave… at least for the next thirty days. You may not want it but that’s the way it is. You don’t have any choice. You’ve been captured and now you’re mine. Get used to it. Be a good slave and I’ll treat you well. I’ll only punish you if you’re bad.”


“Besides, what’s wrong with fucking? I promised not to hurt you, so why not just relax and try to enjoy it. A lot of women think I’m a pretty good lover. Try getting into it instead of fighting it…!”






Simone: There's no use arguing with him or trying to make him understand. I bet he's never been forced to do, or give up anything in his life...Especially not something so intimate and private as what he's taking from me.


I'm not going to 'get used to it' as he'd said, but I promise myself not to fight it either. It would only cause me more pain in the end and might make him really hurt me as a result.


"Yes, Master...I won't fight." I say softly, trying to hold back any more tears and gain control of my emotions.






Max: “Good, I’m glad to hear it, and I’m going to take you at your word.”


Still standing behind her, I reach down and unbuckle the restraint belt. Her hands are still connected to it at the wrists but she’s got the ability to lift her arms away from her body now. Before she knows what I’m doing, I bend down and kiss the side of her neck.


“Get on the bed now slave, so I can hook you up…”





 
Simone: Every nerve in my body is humming with anxiety, and my neck is tingling where he'd kissed it. A small whimper escapes my lips when he tells me to get on the bed, but I obey, climbing up onto the soft mattress and sitting in the middle of it with my head down, visions of the last time I'd been on this bed racing through my mind.


My eyes are stinging with tears from those painful memories and I lift my cuffed hands to my face and wipe them away, still trying to maintain control.






Max: “Lay back now and extend your arms toward one of the corners of the bed.” She whimpers softly but does as I tell her. Adjusting the strap so she has about six or seven inches of slack, I attach it to her closest wrist. Walking around the bed, I adjust that strap for about the same amount of slack, then disconnect the belt from both wrists, drop it on the floor, and connect the strap to her other wrist cuff. The straps are long enough for her to move around some and even reach her face with one hand or the other, but prevent her from reaching the opposite wrist to release herself.

 

Next, I adjust the lower straps to allow 15 or 18 inches of slack, connect them to the ankle cuffs and remove the hobble strap between them. Missy has enough slack that she could deliver a fair kick if she tries. Not full strength… but enough to hurt. I’ll be on guard for that but I’m hoping she won’t try. She can’t release herself from the bed and the Judge would shock her if she tried anyway. I’m not even going to remind her again. She’s a smart girl and should be able to work things out. She also has enough slack to close her legs, which she quickly does!

 

Stepping back, my eyes wander over the beautiful young woman on my bed. Her large breasts are slightly flattened by their own weight and her nipples aren’t erect any longer, but they still stand proudly up from her ribs. I’m planning a lot for them soon…! My cock is fully erect though and straining the crotch of my shorts. Missy finally looks at me… wondering what I’m doing. When she does, I hook the waistband of my shorts and push them down. She stares at my twitching cock for a few seconds before looking away with a sob.

 

Getting on the bed, I kneel beside her, put my arms on either side of her head, and look down into her face. With a soft gasp, she turns her head away… just as I expected! Lowering my head, I whisper next to her ear, “Try to relax now…”

 

Then with the tip of my tongue, I lick softly at the lobe of her ear…!






Simone: Small whimpering sobs escape me as his tongue flicks the lobe of my ear. I want to try and push him away so badly, to strike out at him and scream "NO" into his face until I lose my voice...I want to scratch, bite and kick him... I want to do anything, other than just lie here and let this happen...But I remind myself, as his tongue continues to dance on my sensitive earlobe,  that I'm in no position to fight, that I'm only allowing him to do this to ensure my survival...And that, hopefully, it will all be over soon.






Max: I can almost read Missy’s mind. She’s praying for this to stop… but her prayer is going to go unanswered today. Leaving her ear for now, I kiss the soft spot directly under her ear and then trace feathery light kisses along the line of her jawbone until I reach the side of her chin. Missy moans as I move my lips to the corner of her mouth for a quick kiss before I move back to her jaw and retrace my path to her ear.

 

This time I suck the lobe into my mouth before flicking it lightly several times with the tip of my tongue. I’m in no hurry. Last night’s rape has reduced my sexual tension and although I’m more than ready to fuck, I don’t feel any pressure to hurry it. I’ve stayed up on my hands, keeping my chest off her tits. I don’t want any pressure on them which might hurt her nipples. The first thing she’ll feel on the nubs will be my tongue and there’s still a long way to go before I get there!

 

After a minute or so of playing with her earlobe, I let it slip from between my lips and begin kissing along the tendon that is quivering in the side of her neck. The kisses are soft and light until I reach the curve where the tendon disappears into her shoulder.

 

At that point, instead of a kiss, I nip the skin gently with my teeth…!







Simone: My skin is crawling, and I fight not to shy away from each maddening kiss, but my body is still tense with pent up anxiety and my breath is coming in quick shallow gasps. I close my eyes and try to retreat into my mind...But suddenly I feel his teeth at my neck, and my eyes fly open wide as my body jerks slightly with surprise.


The bite was a light one, it hadn't hurt at all, but the bites he'd given my nipples last night rise to the surface of my mind and I tense up even more now, whimpering with fear that more painful biting will follow.







Max: The reaction to my gentle nip is intense as her muscles tighten violently and her skin quivers. I hear the gasp of indrawn breath and see a light film of perspiration form like early morning dew. I can taste the slight saltiness of it on my tongue.

 

Back to kisses, along her collarbone and over the cap of her shoulder, soft and light, with an occasional flick of my tongue. Her breathing is rapid and shallow, almost hyperventilating. She gasps as my tongue flicks across the skin of her shoulder.

 

I want to kiss her mouth… and I want her to kiss me back. I can order her to turn her head… and she may… but ordering her to return my kiss will be a waste of time.

 

As I circle her shoulder, another idea comes to mind! Turning my head, I look at her breast, only a few inches away. Moving my head slightly closer… I take a deep breath… purse my lips… and blow warm air across her nipple…!







Simone: Every one of his kisses sends a small electric current of fear throughout my body. When I feel his tongue flicker across my skin I can't help but to gasp, sure that his teeth will follow. He'd said that he wouldn't intentionally hurt me, but I can't trust that he'll keep his word...he's hurt me too much already, and he's enjoyed it.


In the next moment, I gasp again when I feel him blowing air across my sore nipples which are still aching dully from the clamps, and from the pinching and tugging fingers of the blond slave.


My only thought is that he's preparing to do what he did last night...Bite down on them.  A small sob escapes my lips and I turn my head to look up into his face before shamelessly beginning to beg.


"Oh god, Master please...Please don't bite me...Please don't bite me!"







Max: “If you want to be sure I don’t bite… occupy my mouth some other way. Give me a kiss. I don’t mean let me kiss you. I mean you kiss me. Nice and long and deep. A real kiss… like you mean it!”


“If you do… I promise you won’t feel my teeth again today… not even in play…!”


“You may think I’m a bastard. You might even be right… but I’m a man of my word and I don’t break promises…!”







Simone: I blink back my panicked tears and nod in agreement to his offer.


While kissing the man who has already assaulted me once and is about to do so again isn't the easiest thing in the world to stomach... I have no problem coming to the conclusion that kissing him would be infinitely better than being bit. It isn't lost on me, though, that he'd added the word "today" in his promise to not let me feel his teeth... but I'll have to worry about that later...ensuring his promise for this moment is what's most important right now.


 I lift my head from the mattress and close my eyes as our lips meet. I give him a few, slow, open mouth, kisses and then tilt my head slightly to the right as I slide my tongue out of my mouth and into his; much the way I would have kissed my ex. And it's him whom I'm imagining as I explore the inside of Max's mouth with long slow licks.


 Max returns the kiss and I allow my tongue to wrestle slowly with his for a few moments. After a few more deep licks into his mouth,  I withdraw my tongue and gently suck on his lower lip for a second before finally breaking the kiss.


 I lower my head to the mattress and look up at him, biting my own lower lip apprehensively.  His eyes are still closed and his expression is unreadable at the moment.


 I know that the kiss hadn't lasted all that long...But I'd tried to make it as much like a real kiss as I could given the circumstances.  At this point all I can do is hope and pray he will accept it for what it was and stand by his word not to bite.







 Max: “That was… awesome!”

 

“You have my promise… no more teeth today. But now that I know you can kiss… you realize I’m going to want more of them. In fact, I’ll want another pretty soon. Right now though, I’m going to do the kissing. Close your eyes slave!”

 

Missy’s kiss was exquisite but I’m sure she can do better. That one was very nice though.

 

What’s even more interesting is that she languidly closes her eyes when I command her… and murmurs “Yes Master” as they close. I know she isn’t in a suggestive state but her reaction appears that way.

 

Leaning down again, I lightly kiss each eyelid, then her forehead, followed by kisses to the bridge of her nose and each of her cheekbones. Finally, a soft kiss on her lips again. I can almost imagine she responded for a moment.

 

Since I can reach her other ear now, I take a few moments licking, sucking and kissing the lobe of that one, before trailing kisses down the side of her neck and onto her other shoulder. Missy’s breathing has slowed and deepened from a few minutes ago. I’d like to think she is relaxing… at least a little. Probably not… but I’d still like to think that anyway.

 

Moving back along her shoulder, I start kissing her neck, once over each carotid and several along the underside of her jaw. Now it’s time…!

 
“Will you give me another kiss now… just because I’m asking…?”






Simone: 'Just because he's asking...But he isn't just asking, now is he? ' I think, bitterly.


I know that I'm not allowed to say "No" to him, he'd made that much clear...The last time I'd tried to tell him, no...I'd been threatened with a gang rape!


 I've been lying still, trying not to flinch at his touch and forcing myself to be calm, as I do my best to mentally prepare myself for a rape that he obviously is planning on drawing out as long as possible...And now he's making me participate in it by continuously kissing him!? His sick mind games just never seem to end...


I want to shout the word NO at him anyway, though, and tell him that I hadn't wanted to kiss him the first damn time...But I know that it would be nothing less than stupid of me to do so.


I'm beginning to realize how significantly limited my range of choices have become at this point in my life,  as I reluctantly nod my head in response to his question and softly answer, "Yes, Master."






Max: Something in Missy’s attitude has changed in the last minute. I’m not sure what… or why… but something has changed. However, she did agree to another kiss so I’m going to take it. Her head is on the mattress this time. She isn’t lifting it to meet me, so I lower mine and gently press my lips to her mouth. She doesn’t fight or try to withdraw but she doesn’t try like the last kiss either.

 

Parting my lips, I move my tongue over her still closed lips, lightly massaging them. Finally she lets my tongue into her mouth and I caress her tongue for a few seconds. The electricity is gone however. Missy isn’t trying this time. After even less time than the first kiss, I give up and move back to her throat.

 

A couple of light kisses and then I move lower, licking and sucking lightly on the skin over her collarbones. Moving even lower, I kiss where the top swell of each breast rises from her upper chest. Finally, I circle the base of each breast with a series of superlight butterfly kisses, ending each circle in the center of her cleavage.

 

Missy’s breathing is getting rapid and shallow again, as if she is hyperventilating.

 

I’ve been very careful to avoid her nipples and areolas completely. I haven’t even come close. Using just the tip of my tongue, I slowly trace a wet line across the upper swell of each breast, about midway between the base and areola.

 

Then I kiss each mound between that line and her nipples…!







Simone: I can't help but to squirm a little as his tongue draws closer and closer to my nipples.  I still can't shake the feeling  that he's going to bite me, even though I'd kissed him as he'd asked, and even though he'd given me his word...I still feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.


The tension in my body causes my nipples to become fully erect as my pounding heart pumps more and more blood through my body, reflexively responding to my fear by preparing me for flight even though I have absolutely nowhere to run to. My nipples begin to tingle as if they themselves are crying out for mercy, and I look down between my heaving breasts, staring with wide, fearful, eyes... Watching as his tongue circles nearer and nearer to one of the throbbing nubs.







Max: Missy is quivering with anticipation… or dread! She lifts her head and looks down between her breasts, gasping rapidly as my mouth gets closer to her turgid nipple. Both nipples are fully erect now and make enticing targets for my tongue and lips. They look so delicious that I can’t wait to taste them… but I’m going to wait anyway. Missy expects me to lick or suck them now, or maybe fears that, in spite of my promise, I’ll bite them.

 
Can’t do what she expects…!


The drapes on my bedroom windows are drawn and the room is not brightly lit despite the intense morning sun outside. I didn’t turn a light on purposely when I entered, so the room is dimly lit. Perfect for what I have in mind!
 

Moving my head away from her breast and back toward her face, I give the tip of her nose a light kiss and say, “Wait right here, I have a surprise for you.” Then I get off the bed and walk to the closet. Inside, along with my other luggage, is an aluminum case, about two feet square and five inches thick. Taking it out, I put it on the dresser top and open it. Standing so Missy can’t see what I’m doing or the inside of the case, I remove a device that looks something like an electric screwdriver about twelve inches long and two inches in diameter, with an attached power cord coming out of one end.


The other end has a hole about one half inch in diameter in it. The case is lined with foam cushions and has fitted slots and holes containing an assortment of devices most of which are glass tubes or shapes of some sort. A few are metal. I select a phallus shaped glass tube six inches long and one and one half inches in diameter with a slightly larger head on one end. Its other end is an aluminum cap two inches long and a half inch in diameter. The metal cap fits the hole or socket in the handle and I insert it there. It clicks into place and is retained by a collar at the end of the handle.


Holding it in my hand so Missy can’t see it well, I return to the side of the bed and plug the power cord into the electric outlet at the back of the bedside night table. The device’s handle has a switch and a sliding control with increments numbered from one to ten. I move the control to the lowest setting marked ‘1’ and it clicks into place.


“Missy, this is your surprise,” as I hold the device up where she can see it for the first time. Missy’s eyes go round and she sucks in a sharp gasp of air. “It’s called a ‘Violet wand’ and I promise you it doesn’t hurt, at least not at the setting it’s on right now. I’ll prove it to you!” Then I turn on the power switch. The wand starts humming quietly as the glass phallus begins to glow with a violet haze of soft light in it.


Holding the handle in my right hand, I stroke the glass phallus down my left forearm. Static sparks hiss and fizz softly as it moves over my skin. The sensation isn’t painful at all; rather it’s like pouring warm highly carbonated seltzer water down my forearm, each tiny spark feeling like a carbonated bubble bursting on my skin. The total effect is… sensuous… relaxing and stimulating all at the same time. I love the feel of the wand… as long as it’s kept on setting ‘1’ or ‘2’ anyway. Higher settings are another matter. The highest settings are… painful… to say the least!

 
“In case you think I’m used to it, or that my arm isn’t sensitive…” I lower the wand and stroke it up the shaft and over the head of my cock. Other than an involuntary twitch, the wand does nothing to my erect cock except bathe it with the fizzing sparks. I don’t want to do much of that though. If I did, I’d cum…!


“See slave… it doesn’t hurt at all. I know you still don’t trust me though, so I’m not going to touch you with it yet. Here’s what I am going to do…!”

 
Closing my left hand around the glass phallus, I charge my whole body with the fizzing sparks. I lean down over the bed, resting a hand on either side of Missy’s body but being careful not to touch her. Then I lower my head over her quivering breast and with the tip of my tongue, gently lick her right nipple, transferring the static charge from my tongue into a shower of tiny tingling sparks cascading over and into that sensitive trembling nub…!







Simone: Holding my breath in anticipation of a jolt of discomfort, I watch the pointed tip of his wet tongue connect with my nipple and I both see and feel the electricity transfer from his body to mine.


When he'd initially shown me the wand, the first thing that had come to my mind, was the man with the eagle tattoo who'd asked if Max had used electricity to hurt me. I hadn't known what he was talking about at the time, but this object is obviously what he was making reference to. Max promised that it was on its lowest setting, and had shown it by rubbing the glass over his skin, and even letting it flow over his hard cock, but I still hadn't been convinced that when it came to touching me with it...he would keep it on that low setting. Even when he said he would prove it to me. I'd been skeptical and had shrank away from him, whimpering in dread as he'd closed it in his hand, and leaned down toward me.


 Now, after he's gently flicked my nipple, I let out a soft, somewhat startled gasp at the slightly pleasurable static sensation.  Even in my current situation my body responds to the stimulus and to my embarrassment, my nipple gets even harder and begins to tingle more. It's almost as if my body is urging him to continue on with everything he is doing...while in my head, I want nothing more than for him to stop all of it.







Max: Looking up at Missy’s face, I see fear as my tongue touches her nipple and feel her suck in a breath, prepared to scream. After my tongue laps at her nipple, it stiffens even more and she gasps again. This time there is pleasure mixed with surprise and fear. The wand hums in my hand, recharging my body instantly with static energy as my tongue breaks contact with her breast. I touch her breast again but this time I circle her nipple as my tongue outlines her areola holding the contact longer. The tingle in my tongue is pleasant at this setting, and I have no intention of going higher while it is the primary contact between our bodies.


After two circles around her right nipple, I lean further and lick at her left nipple. It also stiffens more at the touch and I repeat the circling around it as well. Missy is moaning now, and the moans don’t seem to be from pain. I draw my head away then and carefully sit on the bed, making sure there isn’t any contact between our bodies.


Still holding the phallus tip of the wand in my left hand, I reach down with my right and trace the outline of her landing strip with my right forefinger, causing a continuous hiss of sparks, and ending with my finger resting lightly a quarter inch above the beginning of her cleft…!







Simone: I can't help but to groan and squirm again as he circles and flicks my nipples with his electrified tongue. The pleasurable sensation, along with a light tickling feeling, and topped off with the feeling of dread and dismay at my body's reaction, has my mind in a whirl.


 He sits up, and my wide eyes follow his movements, sure that now, he is going to turn the wand up full blast and zap me with it.  But when he, instead, touches the strip of hair above my pussy, making it stand on end and causing the nerves there to tingle excitedly, I arch my back and gasp, clenching my legs together tightly, and twisting my hips away from his fingers; not wanting him to spread the fingers to my sensitive clit for fear of what my body's reaction to that will be, and also fearing that this is his true target for the nasty shock I still can't help but to anticipate.







Max: “Damn it Missy, I’m not going to hurt you. As long as I’m using my body to transmit the electricity, I feel the same thing you do. I can’t shock you this way without hurting myself. If I’m using the wand directly on your skin, then I could turn it up enough to hurt. Even then, it’s painful but doesn’t actually harm you. It doesn’t leave a mark or anything.”

   
“I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you. I won’t, but I am going to play with you and sooner or later, I’m going to fuck you. If you relax a little, this will excite you and get you wet. That will make the fuck easier and less likely to hurt. I’m trying to be nice to you, but you sure make it difficult. If you keep this up, you’ll force me to tie you tighter, so you can’t move around. I don’t want to do that, but I will!”
 

She’s clamped her legs tight together and moved her hips away as well as turning her body partially on its side. I’d have to reach over her to touch her cunt again and my arm will probably touch her hip, shorting out the static charge. Instead of doing that… I use my fingertip to trace the valley between her buttocks, stopping directly above her asshole…!







Simone: His words have the ring of truth to them and It sounds like he may really be trying to make things easier on me, but I still can't help thinking that it's a cruel way for him to do it. He could have, just as easily, gotten a bottle of lube instead of forcing my body into a reaction that I'm not able to control, and leaving me with the shame that I'd responded sexually to his unwanted touch...


I can hear the annoyance in his voice as he threatens me with making the binds tighter. I don't want to risk angering him and I don't want to push the limits of his kindness either, so I decide to make a more conscious effort to try harder and relax my body.


I am just about to turn fully onto my back again when he runs his fingers along the crack of my ass, making me jump and jerk my hips away, squealing in surprise. Of all the places I ever want to be touched again in life, that is the last.


His fingers slip away from my sudden motion, and I quickly turn onto my back and look up at him.


"I'm sorry, Master..." I say quickly, unclenching my legs; deliberately forcing the tension from my straining muscles, but still keeping them together. "...I'll try to relax..."







Max: Missy almost convulses when I run my finger down the crack of her ass. She moves her body violently away from my hand as she screeches at the top of her lungs. To listen to her, you’d think I was killing her. I give up! Trying to turn her on is a waste of time. Fuck it!

 
I sit up straight and turn the wand off as she finally rolls on her back and says something about trying to relax. Screw it, I don’t care if she relaxes or not. I’m not the one that’s going to get hurt. I open the night table drawer and put the wand in it to protect the glass element. Pushing the drawer almost closed, I then start to tighten the closest wrist strap.


“Since you don’t want me to play with you, I don’t see any reason to try making you comfortable. At least with the straps tight, you won’t be able to move around or keep your  legs closed. Trying to be nice to you is a waste of time!”

 
“Once I have these straps tight, maybe I’ll show you what the Violet wand can do on maximum power…!”







Simone: "Oh No!! Don't...Please !!" I cry, trying to pull my wrist away as he starts to tighten the straps binding it to the bed. I have no idea of what the wand will feel like on maximum power, and I truly don't want to find out.


"I'm sorry, Master!" I sob, all my pride and resistance temporarily forgotten in the face of his anger and the threat of imminent pain. In that second, I blame myself for being so slow to respond to his version of kindness, and I openly beg for him to reconsider.


"I'm so sorry!... It's not a waste of time... It's not! I- I was going to relax...Please give me another chance... I do want you to play with me!  "I swear...I'll relax! I'll be good, Master please!! I swear!"







Max: “You don’t want me to be nice! I’ve spent the last thirty minutes being nice to you and all you’ve done is cry, scream, and pull away when I touch you. I gave you my word I wouldn’t hurt you. You’re my slave; I don’t have to give you my word. I own you!”

 
She tries to pull her arm away so I can’t tighten the strap but I refuse to let go, and pull the strap tight anyway.


“I know your nipples are sore… I know that stupid blond slave hurt you. That’s why I whipped him! I’ve been very careful of them… I barely touched them with my tongue and you almost went through the roof. No matter how careful I was, you acted like I was killing you.”


“The damn wand feels good on that setting but when I touched your ass you pulled away so quick that you’d think I electrocuted you! I’m wasting my time trying to turn you on. Much easier to hurt you… that seems to work everytime…!”







Simone:  I shake my head emphatically with every sentence that leaves his snarling lips, and when he finishes speaking I quickly speak up and make my plea for forgiveness.


"I understand, Master...I'm SORRY! It did feel good, but I was scared!!! I do want you to be nice...I DO!! I'll prove it to you...I promise to relax...T-Touch me...I promise I won't fight it...Or let me kiss you again...I-I'll make it better this time...I swear... Master, please!"  I cry, my words turning into desperate sobs as I realize that I may have missed my chance not to be further hurt in this awful situation by only  a matter of seconds.







Max: “The only time you sound and act like a slave is when you know you’re going to be hurt, so why should I be nice. Now you’re offering to kiss me… but when I asked for another kiss… asked, mind you… not demanded like a Master should! What did you do? You laid there like a dead fish and did… absolutely NOTHING!!”


As I snarl the last sentence, I walk around the bed and tighten the other wrist strap. Missy’s arms are now stretched tight with her hands at the edge of the mattress.

 
“I was going to go down on you… holding the wand in my hand. That’s an incredible experience… one that women pay hundreds of dollars for! It makes you cum so hard you think you’ve died and gone to heaven.  You didn’t even want to be touched!”


“I bet if I did that for you… went down on your cunt holding the wand… you’d piss in my face!”


“Wouldn’t you… slave?”







Simone: "Nooo! I wouldn't do that! I wouldn't!!" I cry, looking up into his furious face.


I know I'm blubbering, but at this moment I could care less. I'll have to worry about my pride later...right now, I just don't want to be hurt any more than I already have to be. Visions of what he'd done to the blond slave, and images of the horrible things the men at the pool had spoken about flood my mind and I can't help but be panicked at the thought of going through any of those things... I have to make him understand...I have to try and get him to calm down...


"I promised I wouldn't fight...And I didn't...But I couldn't help being scared! I-I really didn't know how to feel..." I desperately try to explain. "...But I can do better, Master! Please, give me another chance...I can do better..."







Max: “You say you’ll do better. I don’t believe you! You’ve said that before and you do a little better for a minute but then you’re bawling like a baby again. At least when I hurt you, I know how you’re going to act… and why!”


“Tell you what I’m going to do… I’m going to show you what I could have done with the wand!” Opening the drawer, I take out the wand and hold it so Missy can see the power setting control.


“You see this here? This is the power setting. You can see it’s on ‘1’ now, but it goes up to ‘10’. I’m going to put it on ‘8’.


With my thumb, I slowly push the setting to ‘8’ showing her as I do and letting her hear the quiet clicks as it goes up. Then I hit the power switch, turning the wand back on. The violet glow is much brighter now and the humming is somewhat louder.


“At this setting this son of a bitch hurts!” With that I grit my teeth, tense my stomach muscles, and pass the wand over my left forearm again, exactly as I had the first time. All of the hairs stand on end and follow the glass tube as I move it over my skin. The fizzing sound of the first pass is replaced with an angry crackling buzz and the smell of ozone drifts in the air. My left fist clenches involuntarily! A low grunt escapes my lips.


“DAMN, that burns like hell…!”


Missy’s arms are now stretched and tightly restrained, so I extend the wand and quickly pass it over her forearm… exactly like I had done on my own a few seconds before…!!







Simone: I shake my head in terrified denial of the words he's growling at me. I can't even begin to imagine how he could expect me not to be scared, not to cry, not to shy away from his touch, after he'd brutally raped me the night before, and had spent half of the morning painfully 'training' me for a life of slavery...But he did...And as he angrily stalks back over to the other side of the bed and pulls the wand out of the nightstand drawer... All I want to do is convince him that I can, and will do all of these things and more.


My pleas for mercy die on my lips, however, as he pushes the wand up to a higher setting.  I watch in disbelief as he passes it over his own skin, and jump as I hear the crackling sound the wand makes as it contacts with his arm.  He then extends the wand toward my arm, and I instinctively try to pull away from him, but the restraints prevent me from escaping. Realizing that the touch is inevitable, I turn my head away, gritting my teeth and clenching my eyes shut,


"Oh god! Please don't!!" I cry, just as my arm explodes in momentarily blinding pain.


My body convulses at the shock and a short scream is ripped from my throat. I hear the same angry buzzing sound as when he'd touched himself and I can actually smell the electricity when he breaks the contact between my arm and the wand. I'm whimpering and shaking in fear and expectation of a second jolt. I'm also too afraid to turn my head back and look at my arm. It feels like he cut me with the glass of the tube harnessing the electricity instead of just touching me with it.


Finally, when no shock immediately follows the first, I turn my head and look wide eyed at the spot where he'd zapped me, and to my amazement and relief there is no mark on my skin, even though the spot feels raw with lingering pain.


My chest hitches with sobs as I try to control my cries. I lift my teary eyes to meet his and then drop them to the wand he's still holding, imagining how awful it would feel if he touched my breasts or even worse, my clit with it while it was on that setting. The thought alone is even too much to bear.


'Please, no more...I'll do what you want, Master...I'll do what you want me to do...I swear I will..." I beg, staring pleadingly into his cold eyes.







Max: “Didn’t like that, did you? Well, I didn’t like it either. That was an ‘8’ and there are two higher settings. I don’t play with those because they hurt so bad! People tell me that ‘10’ feels like the skin is being peeled off wherever you touch with the wand.”


“Watch…!”


Turning off the wand, I lower the power setting back to ‘1’ and show Missy what I’ve done.


“One more chance… that’s it… just one! I want to play with you with my mouth and my hand. I’ll loosen the straps on your wrists a little. I’ll leave the wand on ‘1’ while we play, unless you tell me you want it higher. In other words, I’ll be good and not try to hurt you any more. If you scream again… or pull away again… or start crying again… and especially if you tell me to stop… I’ll set the damn thing on ‘10’ and shove it so far up your ass that all I’ll see is the power cord!”

 
“You told me you wanted me to play. Now tell me how you want me to play. Tell me where to put my mouth and what to do with it. Or tell me to use my hand. Tell me where you want me to touch.”


“The idea here is to make you feel good. Now… tell me how to do that…!”








Simone: I nod eagerly as he speaks, guiltily overwhelmed with gladness and relief to have him agree to gently touch me again and not purposefully hurt me.


 I choke back my sobs further, blinking rapidly to clear the tears from my eyes. "Yes, Master...Thank you, Master" I softly reply, the gratefulness in my voice disturbingly genuine.


I allow my body to relax, and even spread my legs a couple of inches to show him that I have every intention on making good on my promise to do better this time. I'm thoroughly disgusted with myself on the one hand...but on the other, I'm overjoyed that he's put the wand back to the lowest setting... And I have no intentions of giving him a reason to turn it back up again... or ram it up my ass as he's threatened.


The words I'm preparing myself to say are embarrassing to say the least. I'd never told my ex how I wanted to be touched in such graphic terms...But if that's what Max wants, I won't hesitate in giving it to him...not after getting a taste of what the wand he's holding is capable of.


I think of how my ex and I used to play...things he would do that excited me...and then I quickly tell Max how to touch me in a way that will make it easier for me to give him the response he's looking for.

   
"I'd like you to start by doing what you were doing before, Master...Kiss my neck and my breasts. I-It really did feel good..." I tell him. I see the skeptical frown that begins to come over his face and I hurriedly finish my instructions "...And then lick and suck my nipples...kiss your way down my body, and then lick and kiss my inner thighs while you tease my nipples with your fingers...And then...L-Lick your way up......And...And lick my clit..."








Max: “Well, I’ll give it a try. Let me slack the wrist straps some first.”
 

Putting the wand on the night table temporarily, I walk around the bed and let that arm have about six inches of slack before returning to my starting point and doing the same there.

 
“There, that should be more comfortable for you. Now let’s see if you really will relax.”


Picking up the wand, I turn it on again and watch as the glass tube begins to glow. Once again, I hold the tube with my left hand while I lean over Missy’s face, bracing myself by placing a hand on either side of her head. I avoid touching her with my hands and arms as I bring my face closer to her. When a fraction of an inch separates our mouths, I extend my tongue and lick her soft full lips.

 
The soft fizzing tingle travels down my tongue and into her lips! Then I press my lips to her mouth so that she feels the tingle through both lips. I feel her lips part… she really is trying!


My tongue invades her mouth and finds her tongue. Our lips are transferring the static charge but when our wet tongues meet, the moisture allows most of the charge to be transferred through our tongues. The exchange is like having a mouth full of champagne with the bubbles coating and bursting on our tongues…!






Simone: I manage not to even flinch as he licks my lips and then presses his mouth to mine...Partly because I now know the electric current will do nothing but tingle when it passes through his body into mine...and more importantly...because I don't dare to.


I part my lips, and my mouth is suddenly filled with the wand's tingling charge as our tongues meet. I let our tongues again wrestle slowly, not pulling away this time after a few seconds as I'd done before, but this time increasing the intensity of the kiss by moving my tongue faster against his. After a few more seconds of this, I draw his tongue deeply into my mouth and gently suck on it for a few moments before returning to the sensuous winding motion of my tingling tongue intertwining with his.


The kiss is lasting much longer than the last but I still don't break it; not wanting to give him another reason to be angry or say that I'm not trying to do as he expects. I do pull back to catch a breath, but spend that moment tracing my tongue across his lips and transferring the tingling sensation along the sensitive skin there before  pressing my open mouth to his and letting our electrified tongues meet again.







Max: This kiss goes on and on and I can almost believe Missy is enjoying it… almost… but not quite! She draws back for a breath but maintains contact and then returns. I don’t know if she actually likes this, but I certainly do. After a few more sensuous seconds I break contact with her lips but lick them one last time before letting go of the wand long enough to gently turn her head to the side with my now empty left hand. When her neck is exposed, I take hold of the wand’s glass tube once more.


Then I kiss along her jaw, breaking contact completely after each kiss until I reach her ear. I lick and suck at the lobe for a few seconds before tracing down her neck and across her collarbone. The sensation of each kiss is the same for me but is likely a little different for Missy depending on what and where I’m kissing.
 

Rather than trying to reach the other side of her neck… something that would be difficult without shorting out the charge somehow… I instead move my lips down to the upper swell of her tits and kiss a slow line across both. When I start the return journey, my lips are closer to the midpoint of each mound.


Missy’s nipples had softened but begin to firm when my lips get close to each of them. My next pass is almost to the summit of her now heaving breasts. At some point, she has started to breathe more rapidly, with shallow gasping breaths. Coming back toward my side of her body, I kiss up the side of her breast… moving directly toward the nipple… and when I reach it… suck it gently into my charged mouth!


My tongue flickers across the erect quivering nub… bathing it with tingling sheets of static electricity…!







Simone: I inhale sharply when his mouth closes around my nipple...And the reaction is not entirely one of discomfort. The light static sensation surrounding the hyper-sensitive flesh is undeniably pleasurable.


My skin had already felt like it was vibrating from the electric kisses he'd planted on my earlobe and neck, and by the time he'd started kissing his way across my breasts...My nipples had hardened, and were quivering with the anticipation of his touch.


Now, as he holds the nub in his mouth and gently flicks it with the tip of his crackling tongue, I bite my lip to stifle a moan.


As a result of the unrelenting stimulation, I helplessly feel my body begin responding to it with a warm tingle that slowly spreads across my clit, and another moan rises to the surface, this time slipping out of my open lips unrestrained.


My mind again chastises me for responding at all to what he's doing, but I know all too well what the outcome will be if I fight the feeling...So I quickly push my guilt and self-disgust to the back of my conscious mind and concentrate harder on staying relaxed and not pulling away from him.


He then draws my nipple deeply into his mouth, and gently swirls his electrified tongue around it...And I gasp, my back arching off the bed slightly, as the tingling between my thighs gradually begins to increase...







Max: Missy is playing the game well… or actually has relaxed enough that she’s finally getting turned on by my efforts. Drawing her nipple deeper into my mouth, I torment it thoroughly with my tongue, feeling it tighten even more and hearing her moan with what seems to be unadulterated pleasure. At this point, I have no idea if Missy is playacting… or really getting hot… but I know how to find out!

 
First though, I want to pay homage to her other nipple…! Releasing the suction of my lips allows her tightly erect nipple to slip out of my mouth. Extending my tongue, I draw a wet crackling line of static energy down the side of her breast, into her cleavage, and up onto her other mound.

 
This time, before I engulf it, I circle the quivering nub with my tongue, feeling the pebbly texture of her areola become even tighter from the contact. Missy draws a hissing breath through her teeth and then groans… surely from pure pleasure. Finally I draw it into my mouth and caress the peak with the tip of my tongue.

 
After toying with it for some time… and not knowing how long that time might be… I reluctantly release it and allow my tongue to return to her cleavage. Lifting first one hand, and then the other, I move them from beside her head and place them on either side of her body just below her tits but well clear of touching her.

 
Then I start a slow journey… my tongue tracing from her cleavage down across her diaphragm… moving ever lower… toward her navel! It’s a difficult journey though, because for every inch my tongue travels, Missy sucks her stomach an inch in… deeper toward her backbone.


She is trying to avoid the contact… but this time I’m pretty sure the reaction is involuntary…!







Simone: I'm nearly panting from the shamefully thrilling waves of excitement coursing through my veins. I still have some small measure of control over my body, though, and that control is the only thing that keeps me from having a humiliating climax while he is sucking and licking my sensitive nipples.


I am still keeping my body relaxed and nonresistant to his touch, but in my head, I don't let myself forget the fact that although my body is responding to what he's doing; Max is not my lover...Nor do I overlook the fact that he's only doing all of this to in some way prepare me for his next assault on my body. These thoughts keep me grounded in the reality of what's happening,  help me maintain my composure somewhat, and keep me from giving in totally to the feelings threatening to overwhelm me.


Still, I'd come disturbingly close to reaching my peak while he was playing with my nipples, and I almost breathe a sigh of relief when he releases the nub he is sucking into his mouth, and starts to lick his way down my ticklish torso.


The waves of excitement washing over me begin to recede, but don't diminish entirely, as I instinctively pull in my stomach in an effort to minimize the tickling sensation, but again, the feeling is not entirely unpleasurable and I'm still unable to hold back the small gasps and moans that escape my lips with each descending lick of his tongue.
 






Max: Even with her involuntary evasion, I manage to work my way down her belly to just above her navel. Small moans and gasps issue from her lips as I go.


Before attacking her navel, I glance down her body to the strip of hair above her slit. Her legs are slightly separated but not nearly enough for what I’m going to do. I’ll have to talk to her about that soon because I don’t think she’ll open them on her own. First things first though.

 
Lowering my mouth, I trace a wet circle around her belly button with the tip of my charged tongue. After a couple of slow circles, I plunge the tip down into it and stay there for several seconds. Next I withdraw my tongue and quickly plant a kiss on both hipbones and a final one directly above the top of her cleft.


Then I sit up, turn off the wand and look at Missy.


“You’re going to need to open your legs a lot further and bend your knees. I have to have free access to your cunt for this to work. Just pretend you’re getting a GYN exam…!”







Simone: When he turns off the wand and sits up to look at me, my first thought is that he's mistaken my squirming, as a result of the ticklish sensation of his tongue, for me trying to pull away from him. My heart rate speeds up for a moment and my mouth instantly goes dry in the second before he speaks.


When he tells me what he wants me to do, relief floods through me and easily overshadows the sickened feeling I get in the pit of my stomach at the thought of spreading myself for him.


I lick my dry lips and quickly nod, drawing my knees up and spreading my legs wide as he'd asked. My face begins to burn with embarrassment as I watch his eyes slide down to my sex, and as he begins to position himself between my thighs, I close my own eyes and turn my head away, trying to mentally prepare for the first tingling touch of his tongue on and around my most sensitive area of all.







Max: Missy does as I say, drawing up her knees and spreading her legs for me. Getting up, I move around to the foot of the bed, bringing the wand with me as I get back on the bed and lay down between her widespread thighs. The wand goes on the mattress under my abdomen. As long as the glass tube is touching my body, I’m the electrode. Resting my weight on one forearm, I reach down and turn the wand on again.


“I’m going to touch you now… first with my fingers on your legs. I’m telling you so you won’t flinch and kick me. We’re doing real well so far and I don’t want to spoil it.”

 
Using my free hand, I reach out and run my index finger over the sensitive skin behind her knee. She twitches but doesn’t move away. I do hear a sharp intake of breath as I trace my finger down the back of her thigh almost to her ass. Then I switch to her other leg and trace the same path back out to the other knee.


Now I lean to my left and place a light kiss on the inside of her thigh, an inch above her knee. Turning my head to the right, I place a second kiss on her other leg in exactly the same spot. Missy moans softly and her skin quivers as my lips touch her leg.


Back to the left, but and inch higher this time, then back to the same place on her right leg. Slowly, I move up, kissing first one leg, and then the other, each time an inch higher. She moans or gasps each time my lips touch her skin.


More than half way now, only a few more inches to go. I can smell Missy’s arousal now and see the folds of her cunt engorge and blossom, exposing all her inner secret places. Her legs are twitching as the muscles contract with each sparkling kiss.


When my face is poised over her mons, I stop the kisses for a moment, reach up with my free hand and rub the fingertip over each of her nipples, being careful not to touch anything but them. At the same time, I blow a stream of warm air from my lips over the folds of her moist pussy lips…!







Simone: I frown in concentration as he slowly kisses his way up the insides of my thighs. Waves of excitement are again washing over me and growing stronger each time his lips make contact with my skin. I'm desperately trying to force them back, trying to turn my body off to what he is doing, but it's too late.  I do succeed in stopping myself from thrusting my hips up into his face as I get more and more excited, but I can't stop the small chorus of moans that are beginning to fill the air.


His touch, coupled with the pleasurable sensation of the wand, have forced me into an intense state of arousal. The only way to turn the feeling around now, would be to pull away, to scream for him to stop...but then what? Be anally raped by the wand as its highest setting? No...I doubt that I would survive that... I doubt that I would even want to survive it.


"Why are you letting him touch you like this??"  My mind screams disgustedly as his kisses get nearer and nearer to my sex and my breathing grows more shallow and more rapid.  "...Why did you tell him to touch you like this??"


And of course I know the answer, it's a logical one...To avoid pain. I try to remind myself of this fact as I now try to avoid the pleasure that he is forcing me to endure as a result of my decision and my own implicit instructions...but my mind is relentless in its torment.


"And this is so much better??...You are so weak Simone" It whispers bitterly, as my control slips a little more when he reaches up and teases my nipples while blowing air over my pussy lips, making my clit harden and begin to throb with desire I am struggling not to feel.







Max: Missy’s cunt is only a couple of inches away from my eyes. As I run my fingertip over her nipples, I can see her clit engorge and start to emerge from under its hood. She is getting turned on… of that there is no doubt! Her moans and gasps are almost continuous and her breathing is rapid.


Maintaining contact with her nipples through my index finger, I lower my face and lick the side of her outer cunt lip, avoiding any contact with her clit!


Missy’s feet slam into the mattress on either side of my chest. I throw my head back as she bucks her hips up toward my face and says “OH GOD!” in a near scream. Taking my hand off her breast, I reach up, grab a pillow and put it on her belly. The foam pillow insulates my hand as I press her down into the mattress and hold her immobile.


“Keep your legs still!”

 
Moving slightly to avoid contacting her legs, I return my tongue to her cunt and lick along the soft pink folds of her inner lips. Her legs and feet brush my sides as she squirms and moans but because my tongue is wet and I’m licking the moist inner lips, most of the static charge is transferred to them. She can probably feel the charge in her legs, but only faintly. Most of the sensation is directed into her cunt…!







Simone: "Tell him to stop! Tell him to stoppp!!" My mind screams.


But too terrified to voice the words, and way too far gone in ecstatic arousal to even try...All I can do is groan and toss my head from side to side in frantic, futile, denial of the climax that is building inside me as he licks my quivering pussy lips.


The feeling is more intense than anything I'd ever felt with my ex. Maybe if Max didn't have the wand to charge his tongue... or better yet... maybe if I had never even told him to lick me there in the first place... My mind wouldn't be fighting a climax that my double-crossing body is now straining to reach.


"Oh goddd!!" I cry again in despair equally matched with pleasure as his tongue works up and down the inner lips of my slit, but still thankfully avoids my wildly tingling clit.


I can't stop squirming...And I'm helpless to silence the gasping cries that are erupting from my throat. I can barely stop myself from moving my legs and jerking my hips upward as he's ordered. And then as his tongue moves toward my clit...As I realize the contact is inevitable, as is the orgasm that will surely follow...


I feel a flash of hatred for myself, that even outshines my hatred for him.








Max: It’s becoming impossible to hold Missy still as she bucks and strains, first pressing her hips into my face and then heaving them from side to side. I can’t tell if she is trying to avoid my tongue touching her clit… or trying to ensure the contact!
 

My lips almost brush that pink nub of a nerve center more than once as I continue to lick the lips of her cunt. Her voice has gone rough with groans and squeals constant and getting louder. I can’t keep this up much longer… she’s losing control and getting wilder by the second!


Finally, I give up on holding the pillow and clamp both hands on her hips. For a second or two, Missy’s movement is controlled and the static energy is all flowing through my hands into her body as I lift my tongue off her cunt lips.


Then I plunge it into her hole and drag it slowly up over her clit until the tip is pressed onto it. For a moment… everything stops…!







Simone:  At the very last moment before his tongue reaches my clit, I begin shifting my hips from side to side in an effort to escape his mouth and then, in the next second, mindlessly thrust them up to meet it.  Finally, he clamps his hands down around them, holding me still for a moment before thrusting his thick, electrified, tongue into my soaking hole.


 Instantly, my head and torso rise off the bed and my arms strain against the ropes binding my wrists.  I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut even tighter as I make a last ditch effort to stop the imminent climax that is only seconds away from exploding within me.


''Oh god nooo!!' My mind cries in panicked dismay '...he's gonna make me cum!!!' 


 I desperately try to hold my orgasm back, but as he pulls his tongue out of my pussy and slides it up until the vibrating, tingling, tip is pressed against the pulsating nub of my clit...The rest of my thoughts, along with my efforts to resist, are eradicated as the last contact needed to send my body over the edge is achieved.


My torso collapses onto the bed again, and then my back arches off of it as I take in a deep gasping breath of air. The heels of my feet dig into the soft mattress on either side of his body as my hips buck up to meet his tongue and my eyes blissfully roll back in my head. The breath I'm holding is released in a cry of orgasmic pleasure that erupts from my lips as my clit explodes in ecstasy and my pussy contracts rhythmically, my body jerking in response to every spasm that courses through the slick tunnel....







Max: …for a moment… everything stops…! But only for a moment… then the storm that was… transforms into an all-consuming world class hurricane!


Missy violently arches her back… pressing her suddenly convulsing cunt tightly against my mouth and only my trained reflexes stop her from smashing my lips between her pelvic arch and my teeth! Those same reflexes are all that lets me keep my promise… that Missy wouldn’t feel my teeth again today!

 
It’s a near thing though…


A sound issues from her mouth… a mixture of groan and scream… that had to start at her quivering cunt… before traveling through the core of her body… into her lungs… and up her throat!
 

Then she collapses onto the mattress… breaking the contact between my mouth and her pulsating cunt. Now the static charge is once again flowing through my hands into her twitching hips.


I look up… over her violently heaving tits to her face. A face contorted with lust and the near agony of a massive climax. Through her fluttering lashes I see only the whites of her eyes and watch as she manages to finally draw a gasping breath into her straining lungs. Her legs become relaxed and her knees drop, spreading open her pulsating cunt. One at a time, I move her legs and feet away from my shoulders, opening her even further. When I’m able to break all contact with her shivering skin, I lean my weight back on one forearm, adjust the wand under my stomach again, and try to calm my twitching cock. Missy is still gasping but the storm seems to have passed… for now!


Then I lower my head… and lick the beautiful pink blossom that is my slave’s glowing wet cunt. This calm doesn’t mean the storm has passed… this is just the eye of the hurricane…!

[Chocolate Thai]

Simone: In the time that I'm cumming...totally overwhelmed by nothing but passionate bliss...it does feel like  heaven...like the type of thing women would pay for, as he'd said earlier...But as soon as the waves of pleasure begin to subside and my self-disgusted, guilt and shame-filled mind finds its voice again and begins invading my thoughts...it turns into nothing short of hell.


Even as my body is falling back to meet the mattress again, and my muscles are still twitching with the residual contractions of my climax, the only thing on my mind is that I'd just had an orgasm at the hands of the man who'd raped me last night... And had me tied to his bed so that he could do it again...That I hadn't been strong enough, hadn't been disgusted or turned off enough by the fact that it was him touching me...not to let myself get to the point where he could even make me wet...let alone, make me cum.


"What kind of a person are you??" my mind whispers loathsomely, and a gut wrenching sob tries to escape my lips, but I choke it back; his snarling instructions not to cry and the consequences if I do, still ringing in my ears.


I bite my lip and blink back a flood of tears as he positions my legs away from his body and begins moving around between them. I think that this is it...that he's about to climb on top of me and force his way inside my body now that it will be easier for him to penetrate my humiliatingly soaked cunt...


 But in the next moment, my body jerks and I gasp loudly as his charged tongue makes contact with my still quivering clit and I groan when I realize that he's not done playing with me yet.






Max: I’m not sure how sensitive Missy is. Some women don’t want their cunt licked after they cum. A few say it’s painful and I promised not to try to hurt her.


Well… I’m not trying to hurt… I’m trying to make her cum again! Missy groans as my tongue touches the wet soft nub of her clit and her whole body twitches… but she doesn’t try to move away. Now that she isn’t flailing around on the bed, I’m able to control where the static charge contacts her. So… reaching back up to her tits… I gently massage her nipples with my fingers again.
 

At the same time… I begin licking the soft folds of her cunt’s inner lips… going all around her cunt and including her clit each time I reach the top. Missy moans and twitches but doesn’t close her legs at all. Nor does she try to move away. When I thrust my tongue into her hole however, she does arch her back slightly, increasing the depth of the contact!

 
Missy seems of two minds. Or maybe it’s one mind and one body. Her body seems to want more… more of everything I’m doing to it! Her mind is another matter… seeming to control the body for seconds at a time… and then losing control for just as long. Her body appears to be winning again!
 

Missy’s breathing is getting rapid and shallow again and her moans and gasp are becoming more frequent. I’m glad to see it because my own cock is raging against the mattress… looking for a release of it’s own. One more lick to her swelling clit… and then it’s time to fuck…!








Simone: My hands clench and unclench rhythmically, as I restlessly twist my wrists in the ropes binding them.


I want to pull away from him...But I've been ordered not to...I want to scream for him to stop...But again I don't dare...I at least want to release the sobs of misery that are pent up in my chest...But I'm not even allowed to cry... And my mind is again thrown into absolute turmoil as I am forced to lay still and obeyingly subject myself to his incessant stimulation a second time, even as I curse and berate myself for doing so.


My initial orgasm had barely subsided when he'd started licking me again with his charged tongue, and while being multiorgasmic had always seemed like a gift from God during sexual interludes with my ex...right now, with Max...it is nothing but a curse.


 My barely restrained sobs and gasping moans begin filling the air as he continuously licks up and down my pussy lips and slides his tingling tongue over my clit, while occasionally stabbing it deeply into my clutching hole.  My body's state of arousal had never had a chance to decline after the first orgasm and with the continued stimulation...I can feel the climactic pressure quickly building up inside of me a second time.  I try with everything in me to fight it...but the control I'm able to exercise over my traitorous body this time...is even less than it was the first time around.








Max: One more time I lick up her quivering cunt lips all the way to the apex of her sex. The tip of my charged tongue finds and caresses her throbbing clit before I break the contact and draw my knees under me. I once again take the wand in my left hand and look down at Missy.


“I’m going to tell you so it won’t be a surprise slave. I’m turning the power up one notch. This still won’t hurt but it will make things more… intense!” As I speak, I click the power setting up to ‘2’ and glance down to check it visually. “The lowest setting doesn’t do much for you the way we’re going to touch next.


Holding the wand by its insulated handle and being careful not to touch Missy, I move up over her until I’m in position. Then I place the wand on the mattress where I can reach it but where it won’t move or touch us. This setting really doesn’t hurt, but is enough stronger to be startling the first time its felt, especially if the contact is unexpected.


Holding my body above Missy with one hand, I use the other to fit the head of my cock between the slick soft lips of her cunt. When I’ve found the entrance and slide the head barely in, I take the hand from my cock and grip the glass tube of the wand.


I can feel the static charge erupt from my cock head and enter Missy’s cunt. The sensation is stronger, like the small sting a Forth of July sparkler makes when it’s sparks hit bare skin. This isn’t one or two sparks though, but dozens! Then I slowly slide my cock deeper into her cunt and let its head bump gently against the entrance of her womb… and send a shower of those sparks into the center of her body…!








Simone:   Having only been moments away from another climax as he'd continued to lick my sex and wiggle my sensitive clit with the tip of his tingling tongue, I'd been more than relieved when he had suddenly stopped, and then sat up between my legs. The feeling had faded quickly, however, as he'd turned up the power on the wand and then climbed up my body.


Now, as he begins positioning himself between my trembling thighs, I still don't try to pull away from him or beg him to stop as I so badly want to...Instead, I only whimper miserably and turn my head away, desperately praying that it will, at least, be over quickly.


I grit my teeth and choke back another sob as I try to prepare myself both mentally and physically for his first thrust into my body, when he braces himself above me and begins sliding the thick head of his cock up and down my dripping slit. In the face of this unwanted penetration, my heightened state of arousal has quickly begun to diminish, but to my disbelief and absolute mortification, it soon returns with a vengeance as he again takes hold of the wand and slowly pushes his statically charged cock into me.


The tingling sensation that transfers from his body into mine is even stronger now that he's increased the wand's power, and his eyes drink in the expressions of pleasure, guilt, shame, and despair, that flash cross my face as I squirm beneath him.


I can feel the current flowing through the length of his throbbing shaft as he holds himself deep and still inside me, and my whimpers become interlaced with small breathless moans as the electric sparks bouncing along the highly sensitive nerves embedded in the walls of my pussy reignite my arousal and make my body shudder and tremble involuntarily.   
 






Max: When my cock can’t go any deeper and the head is pressing against her cervix, I stop and look down at my slave as the tingling charge of static electricity floods her womb. Many emotions flicker through her wide hazel eyes as she turns her face back toward me, but the one I see most often is… despair!  Her slavery is taking hold.

 
“Missy, remember this. This isn’t rape! You told me what to do… how to please you… and I did what you said. You came, and you loved it! You didn’t ask for this, but you love it too. How can this possibly be rape…?”


Then I slowly withdraw, sliding my cock out of her quivering cunt until only the head remains inside. The sensation is now concentrated… my cock head throbbing as the charge flows from it into her entrance.


Slowly, I slide it in again, until it’s stopped by the too small opening of her womb. This time I push a little harder, not to hurt, but to transfer all of the sparkling energy possible. Again I stop, so I can feel the tightness of her cunt walls gripping my shaft firmly with their slickness. I can also feel the faint start of rhythmic contractions… the first tremors of another climax! The throbbing of my cock joins them.


“You won’t admit it… but you want this as much as I do…!”


This time, as I draw back, the walls of Missy’s cunt try to hold me in with pulsating suction and rippling contractions. Her climax is building quickly and I’m glad it is. Mine isn’t very far behind as the tickling static excites my cock almost beyond endurance. Missy is squirming under me and her hips rise off the mattress, trying to recapture my throbbing cock. As she does, I thrust down into her, a little more quickly and slightly more forcefully than before, burying my cock to the hilt!


She screams as I press her back onto the mattress and her body convulses in the ecstasy of orgasm, spasmodic contractions milking my cock and trying to trigger my own climax. The only way I prevent it is by letting go of the wand’s glass tube, catching the power cord, and pulling it from the wall outlet.


With the tingling stopped, I regain control and ride out the rest of Missy’s second climax…!







Simone: Tears of humiliation spring to my eyes then slide down the sides of my face before I have a chance to blink them back. I stare up at him, slowly shaking my head in denial at hearing almost the same exact thoughts that had crossed my tormented mind earlier, being spoken aloud by him now. And although I know what he's saying isn't true...That I don't love what he's doing to me...That the only reason I'd told him to touch me at all, was to protect myself...That I hate everything about this and hate him even more for cruelly forcing my body into a state of uncontrollable arousal...My feelings of guilt and self-disgust grow deeper still.


No matter how I look at it...the fact that I'd orgasmed during this latest assault was shamefully undeniable...and now, here I am with my rapists cock buried inside me...and I am about to do it again...


I gasp as he pulls out of me slowly, leaving a trail of electric vibrations behind his withdrawing shaft, and then just as slowly, slides back in as my walls quiver excitedly around him. A whimpering moan leaves my lips as I feel my climax building up inside of me again; even stronger than the one before. The tingling sensation is spreading from my electrified tunnel throughout my entire body instead of only being centered on my clit, and my eyelids are fluttering helplessly as the pleasurable feeling threatens to overtake me.


"Oh god, please no....Not again...Not like this...God please, not like this..." I pray frantically, but my prayer goes unanswered as the pressure inside my body continues to build and I again feel myself losing control.


I bite back my cries of outrage and denial when he tells me I want this as much as he does... Then goes on to slowly pull out of me a second time, making me groan as the electric current again follows his cock, giving off tingling sparks that dance across the length of my walls as he draws back.  Although I'm helpless to stop the reaction my body is having to what he's doing, my mind doesn't want this at all, and it screams this to me over and over in no uncertain terms, even as my hips rise off the bed to meet his next thrust.


The next stab of his charged cock into my body is sudden and deep. And as he holds himself inside me again, his pelvis pressed tightly against mine, the same vibrations that are traveling through his cock are suddenly transmitting from his pubic bone directly onto my sensitive clit, and my body explodes in the most intense orgasm of my life.


My back arches off the bed and a tortured cry of ecstatic relief mixed with utter dismay is ripped from my throat as the walls of my pussy violently contract around him. The electric vibrations stop at some point as he turns off the wand, but he still remains buried deep inside enjoying wave after pulsating wave of muscular spasms that grip my tunnel and trap his twitching cock in its massaging embrace.


My body again convulses with each erotic contraction and I strain against the straps on my wrists, crying out hoarsely until the seemingly never-ending waves of pleasure finally begin to subside.  Feelings of mortified shame and defeat are already washing over me as I collapse back onto the bed beneath him, and instantly my blissful cries of orgasmic release disintegrate into barely containable sobs of mental anguish.







Max: Missy’s second climax seems stronger than her first and her contractions last twice as long! I stay buried in her twitching cunt until they subside, trying to remain still and control my own desire. Without the electric tingle of the wand, I’m able not only to control my own surging need to cum, but to almost ignore the contractions of her orgasm.


At last she lies still under me except for a trembling of her whole body that seems to be building into sobs.


“Well Missy… now it’s my turn…!”


Sliding my arms under her legs, I lean forward, bending her body at the waist with her calves against my shoulders. The straps on her ankle cuffs pull tight as I push my cock even deeper into her body. This position allows the deepest possible penetration and my pelvic bone grinds into her clit.


No more long slow thrusts now. My own climax is building so my thrusts are shorter and faster. Each one drives my cock into the mouth of her womb, not as hard as last night but not gently either. I draw back a couple of inches and drive down again with each thrust slamming my pelvis against her clit. Missy gasps and grunts with each thrust but her gasps still sound like sobs.


I’m beyond caring…!


The pressure in the pit of my stomach explodes and I shoot spurt after spurt of cum directly into her womb. My entire body goes rigid as I climax. The relief is wonderful…!


Finally, as my cock begins to soften, I draw my knees under me, allowing her legs to fall as I crawl off the bed and pick up the wand from the floor. Missy’s eyes are closed but tears are running down her cheeks again.


“Damn slave, what are you crying about now…?”
 






Simone: I close my eyes and try to block out what's happening when he lifts my legs onto his shoulders and then begins to move inside me, but I soon realize how impossible this is as his hips begin relentlessly slamming down against mine. My walls which only a moment ago were welcoming him in, are now clenching protectively in an effort to keep his pounding cock out...And all I can do is grunt and sob in pain-filled misery beneath him as he drives his entire length into me with each stroke, repeatedly battering my cervix with the head of his thick shaft.


After a while, his thrusts speed up to a frantic pace and his body tenses. I feel his cock twitching deep inside me, and then, to my horror, I feel the hot jets of his cum splashing against my bruised cervix and flooding my womb.

 
When he finally pulls out of me a moment later, and climbs off the bed...I feel relief that this latest, humiliating, ordeal has finally reached its end, and I am struggling to take comfort in this knowledge instead of letting myself give in to the despair that is threatening to swallow me up whole... When I suddenly hear his voice beside me, gruffly asking what I'm crying about.


I open my eyes to look up into his scowling face and my heart skips a beat when I see that the wand is back in his hand. It's off at the moment, but I know that it's only a simple matter for him to plug it back in and turn it on again...And I quickly shake my head and lie, trying to add some lightheartedness to my voice, that I don't at all feel.


"Nothing, Master...I'm not crying...I-I'm fine...See?"  I reply, and then offer him a small smile.







Max: “Missy, has anyone ever told you that you don’t lie worth a shit?”


I’m not actually angry with her. I’ve just had a really good fuck and this time she fucked back, for a while anyway. Missy has the potential to be a fine sex slave. She’s young, has looks that border on drop dead gorgeous, and a voice that is soft and sultry when she wants it to be. She just can’t stop leaking tears. Part of her problem is she hasn’t fully accepted her slavery yet. Time to work on that…!

 
“Judge, I have a question or two. I know you have that recording from yesterday. Do you have enough on video now to edit up a real porno flick of Missy and me?”


The bodiless voice replies, “Well Max, I’m sure we have enough footage to put something together. Perhaps not a full length film, but enough to produce a one hour short feature at least. Why do you ask?”


“Well Judge, I’m going to continue my slave’s training and what I have planned will be a little risky. Risky for me, that is. I’d feel better knowing that you are standing by with the shock feature of her collar and that you have a good video you can send to her parents and friends if it becomes necessary. You’ll see what I mean in a few minutes. Just keep watch for me please.”


“Max, someone is always watching…!”


“Thanks Judge. I knew that, but Missy might have forgotten.”


I’m about to put my slave to the test… again. She kept her word about not fighting me while we fucked. In fact, she has been very good so far. Fear is a wonderful motivator!  The next step is a bit more risky but it’s necessary. If it works, I’m one step closer to breaking her.


“Missy, I want a shower… a nice long hot shower… and I wouldn’t mind having my own personal bath girl when I take it. I’m guessing you’d like to shower again too. Here’s your chance. Give me your word that you’ll be good. That you won’t try to hurt me… and you’ll get a shower too. I’ll even wash your back for you if you ask nicely. I’ll remove the cuffs and you’ll have plenty of time to bathe, even wash your hair if you want. I can loan you a toothbrush too. All you have to do is promise to be good and do as I tell you. In other words, be a good little slave.”
 

“If you fight or try to hurt me… you’ll get stunned first… and then the Judge will mail out a cute little porno flick to your parents and friends. That’s if I don’t kick the shit out of you first… when you try. I’m not saying you couldn’t hurt me… that’s stupid. What I am saying is… I think I could hurt you more…!”


“Now then… would you like to take a shower… with me…?”

[Sprayman]

Simone:"Yes, Master. I'd like that..." I reply.


Agreeing to the shower is the easy part.


Although the last thing I want is to have to bathe with him, I do want his sweat and saliva and cum off of me. I want to brush my teeth and wash my hair and feel truly clean again...If that is even a possibility.


He even promises to let me shower unrestrained if I only promise not to fight, to be good...And herein lies my dilemma.


  All I want to do is fight, all I want to do is hurt him after all he's put me through...after what he's threatening to put my family through if I don't obey...However, this isn't the right time to fight...and the only thing that makes sense to me at this point, is to try and play this thing safe...To do what he wants and what he expects again, so that I can make things easier for myself in the long-run.


Already he's willing to take the cuffs off me, and although I have no desire to shower with him at all, it could be the first step to more freedom for me.

 And more frequent periods of freedom in which I'm allowed to move around unbound and unhobbled...Mean more opportunity to fight when the right time actually does come around. So after only a slight moment's hesitation I add..


"...I promise...I'll be good."







Max: “OK slave, let me take the cuffs off your wrists and then you can take the ones off your ankles while I put the wand away.”

 
Missy isn’t broken but I’m about to make her more aware of her situation. I don’t trust her… not at all… and I’ll be on my guard. The Judge is watching as well so I should be fairly safe. I want Missy to think I do trust her though and see if she takes an opportunity to attack me.


Putting the wand on the night table, I unbuckle the cuff from her nearest wrist. Instead of walking around the bed, I lean across Missy’s body to reach her other wrist. My cock, still slick with my cum and her cunt juices, drags across her ribs and ends up pressed against one tit. I can see the gleam of moisture on her skin… and the look of distaste on her face!

 
“Oops… well you can wash that off in the shower… and my cock too. That’s what a bath slave does for her Master.”


“Go ahead and unfasten your ankles. When you’re loose, you can get started. There are spare toothbrushes in the drawer under the sink. I’ll be in shortly…”







Simone: As soon as my wrists are free, I quickly sit up and wipe the heel of my hand across the spot where his cock had touched me, and then wipe the filth that I remove from my skin, onto the bedsheets, my face grimacing in disgust.


I waste no time leaning over and releasing my ankles from the ropes binding them. When my legs are free, I swing them over and sit up on the side of my bed, rubbing my sore wrists and rotating my ankles for a moment before standing.


 I can see him out of the corner of my eye, moving around  the room. I don't  know what he's doing, and I hope he isn't readying another nasty little surprise for me, but I don't dwell on the thought. I want that shower and that toothbrush more a hell of a lot more than I want to spy on him.


Rising from the bed, I steal one more glance over my shoulder at him and then leave the room, heading for the bathroom. As I walk, I revel in the feeling of being able to take real steps and swing my arms any way I want, now that I'm no longer bound and cuffed, like...Like a...


"Like a slave..." My mind whispers, finishing the awful sentence for me, and I quickly shake my head to clear the thought from my mind before stepping into the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind me, and then turning on the light...






 Max: As Missy closes the bathroom door behind her, I raise my voice and say, “Judge, please ask housekeeping to make up my bed again.” His voice reply’s “Of course Max, I’ll send them up now.”

 

Then lowering my voice to a near whisper, “And please keep your hand close to the stun switch. I’m going to take a real chance with her. No need to reply… just click the mike if you understand please.” I hear the soft metallic click of the mike.

 

As I’ve been speaking to the Judge, I’ve also been putting the Violet wand back in its case. The glass elements are somewhat fragile and I don’t want the phallus tube broken. I have plans for it a little later. I also take the time to coil the power cord neatly, and look over some of the other toys in the kit.

 

I’m waiting to hear the shower turned on. I want Missy to have a little time alone… to taste the freedom I’ve allowed. It will make her next confinement harder to accept…!








Simone: Stepping into the spacious interior of the bathroom, I walk up to the sink and glance in the mirror hanging above it.

 The sight of the sad, defeated, look that has crept into my eyes hurts my heart, and I quickly lower my gaze. It falls on the only item still decorating my naked body; the collar encircling my neck.  I glare at it for a moment, disgusted and angered by the lack of freedom it represents, hating how it has helped these men to begin stripping me of so much in so little time...How easy it has made it for them to make me do, and say things I never would have even imagined myself doing and saying before...

Swallowing the lump that has suddenly appeared in my throat, I sadly look away from my reflection and open the top vanity drawer to find the spare toothbrushes as well as the toothpaste. I grab one of the new brushes and rip the plastic wrapping off as fast as I can. Once I have it open, I put twice the amount of toothpaste onto it that I normally would, and then vigorously begin brushing my teeth.

I brush, spit, and rinse, and then repeat the cycle several times over before I finally feel as though my mouth has truly been cleansed.  Then, still holding the toothbrush in my mouth,  I steal a furtive glance at the closed bathroom door, before quickly opening and closing the rest of the drawers one at a time, peeking inside each of them.

In the next to last one I open, I find what I'm looking for; a man's straight edge razor, with a replacement pack of blades lying next to it. Only the blade now occupying the shaver's housing unit is missing from the pack. Smiling around the toothbrush,  I quickly close the drawer door,  open the last one, and peer inside that drawer also,just to throw the judge off if he's watching. Then I straighten, and rinse and spit for the last time before placing my brush next to Max's on the sink to dry.

Not wanting it to become an issue later, I quickly use the facilities while I have the opportunity to do so in peace... And then when I'm done, I finally turn on the shower, adjust the water to a comfortable temperature and step into the warm, cleansing, spray.



Max: Several things happen almost simultaneously. First, one wall speaker come to life and two words reach my ears. The Judge’s voice says, “Searching vanity,” and is spoken so softly that I’m sure it wasn’t heard by my slave. Seconds later, a sarong-clad slave enters, glances at me, lowers her eyes and starts toward the bed. Before she reaches it, I hear the shower come on.


The housekeeper is young, maybe as young as sixteen or seventeen and slender, with long blond hair in a braid and clear pale skin. Here’s an opportunity too good to pass up. “The bed can wait, come with me,” I tell her as I move to the bathroom door. Her soft “Yes Master” is barely heard over the sound of the shower when I open the door, move to the shower stall, and open that as well.


Missy jumps when I slide the door open. She stares at me wide-eyed, holding a bottle of shampoo in her hand. “Pay attention,” I tell her. Turning to the young slave I issue an order that I’d prefer to give Missy but don’t yet dare. “Show my slave the proper way to clean her Master’s cock after a fuck.” The girl glances at Missy, answers with a soft “Yes Master” and drops to her knees in front of me.


With no hesitation, the blond girl opens her little pink lips and takes my flaccid cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it as she sucks and swallows repeatedly. After a few seconds of this, I feel the first stirrings of another erection. “That will do. You can change the bed now.” Almost reluctantly, she lets my cock slip from her mouth, stands and glances at Missy again as she says “Yes Master” and leaves the bathroom.


Moving into the shower with my slave still staring open-mouthed and wide-eyed, I crowd her into a corner, slide the shower stall door closed and ask, “What were you looking for in the vanity…?”
 





Simone: "I-I was looking for something to sh-shave with..." I stammer, and lift my arm. "I'm getting a little stubbly..."
 
 




Max: “You can’t use my razor, you’d kill yourself! We’ll get you one of your cute pink ones later.”


“Now then, did you see how that little blond slave cleaned my cock? Do you think you’re ready to finish the job… without puking all over me…?”

 


Simone: I'm ready to puke just thinking about it, and I shake my head no, shrinking back against the wall.


 "I can't ...Please don't make me do that, Master..."

 


Max: “Can’t… CAN’T! Missy, you have no idea what I can make you do… and what you’ll thank me for afterward.”


“Since you can’t use your mouth... maybe you can force yourself to put down the damn shampoo and use your hands… along with some soap and water instead. Or if that’s too much for you… I can go get the wand again. I’ve never tried it on ‘8’ with soaking wet skin…!”




  Simone: "Yes, Master." I say quickly, reaching past him so that I can put the shampoo bottle back on the shower caddy where I'd gotten it earlier, and grab the bar of soap that's also there.


 He doesn't try to move out of my way to make it easier for me to reach the wall were the caddy is hanging, so my wet breasts end up pushed against his chest while I make the switch, but I say nothing in complaint.


 When I have the soap in my hand, I pull my arm back and begin lathering my hands quickly, then drop the soap into the nearest soap tray before reaching out to take a hold of his cock. I keep all traces of the disgust I feel off of my face as I wash him, not wanting to anger him any more than he already is, and surely not wanting him to go back and get the wand.
 




Max: Missy finishes washing my cock. She obviously isn’t very happy about it… but does a through job and is gentle as well. I briefly consider having her wash my ass just for the humiliation factor, but have another idea that sounds better.


Her breasts were pressed against my chest as she reached for the soap. I’m sure she didn’t want or enjoy the touch but she didn’t try to avoid it either. Any contact between our nude bodies… at least any I don’t actually force on her… lowers her self esteem slightly. She may not realize it but it’s already having an effect. She’s almost unaware of being naked in my presence and is more comfortable with our bodies touching.


“That’s good for now slave. Why don’t you go back to washing your hair and I’ll finish washing me…”


As I speak, I reach past her for the soap, and in doing so manage to press my body almost full-length against her. My chest flattens her breasts and my cock presses into her mound. I take a second, purposely fumbling the soap, before stepping back slightly.


When she turns to pick up the shampoo, she will have to press her ass against my crotch…!





Simone: After grabbing the soap, Max takes a step back and I am able to slide out of the corner he has me backed into, and inch past his wet body to better reach the shower caddy. As I move, he turns until he is behind me, and again bridges the gap between us.


 I bend slightly to pick up the shampoo bottle, and as I retrieve it, I feel his cock press between the crevice of my ass cheeks, and I gasp at the unwanted contact, quickly beginning to straighten back up and turn back around to face him.


 
 

Max: “You really don’t like your ass touched, do you? Well… figure out which way you’re going to face…. because no matter which it is… something’s going to get touched! That’s half the fun of taking a shower with someone, things are always touching. Doesn’t matter to me if I bump your ass or your tits and cunt and if you decide to stand sideways, that just means I can reach everything!”


“You belong to me and I like touching you… so get used to it!”


“Now go ahead and wash up, we have things to do.” As I talk, I soap up my own body. I’m a little sweaty but not really dirty so a quick lather and rinse will be fine.


“It’s about lunch time so after our shower, we’ll order lunch sent up. Then maybe we’ll go shopping. I’ve been thinking about this beautiful skin you have…” as I run my soapy hand over her hip and ass until my fingers slip into the valley between her buttocks, “… and how good some gold jewelry would look on it!” Missy flinches and tries to move away... but there's really nowhere to go!


“Silver would look great too… in fact… maybe we’ll get both. Would you like to go jewelry shopping with me Missy…?”
 





Simone: I decide to face him, thinking that at least this way I can see what's coming if he decides to spring another one of his "surprises"on me.


My hair is wet and lathered on top of my head as I run my nails across my scalp to cleanse it . I try to keep a slight distance between us, but he makes it impossible to do so. He always makes sure to be touching me in some way. And now, as he's speaking about my skin, he reaches out to caress my ass and hip with his soapy hand. I close my eyes and try to stomach this as best as I can, until I feel his fingers in the crack of my ass.


Not wanting to make a huge deal about it, but also not wanting his fingers anywhere near my ass, I twist my body position to one side so that he can't reach my ass crack anymore. And then quickly ask a question to try and cover up the fact that I've just pulled away from his touch.


"Jewelry, Master?"  I ask, rinsing the shampoo from my hair "What kind of jewelry shopping?"
 




Max: Missy manages to turn enough that I can’t slide my fingers through her ass crack. I’m ready to rinse off and get out when she asks what kind of jewelry shopping. Since she turned her body, I can now reach her cunt and tits. So the hand on her hip remains while my other hand reaches up to cup a tit, and then the first one traces a line over her mound and into the top of her cunt slit. She moves her hips back, away from that hand until her ass hits the wall but I still have her tit.

 
“Jewelry slave… some earrings… nipple rings… maybe a stud for your navel. I don’t like cunt jewelry very much but the rest will look great against your skin. Maybe a tongue stud like Tina has too. They fell great on my cock during a blowjob. And like it or not Missy… you will be giving blowjobs. Sometime today we’ll take time to work on that. Either you learn to suck my cock soon… or I’ll borrow one of the security dogs for you to practice on.”


After rubbing her nipple with my thumb until it begins to stiffen, I release her tit and move into the warm spray to rinse my body.


“There are lots worse things than the Violet wand I can use to train you. A couple of shocks from a cattle prod stuck up your ass and you’ll suck any cock I tell you to and be glad to do it…!  Just because I’ve been nice… and let you have an orgasm… doesn’t mean I have to stay that way…!”






Simone: 'Piercings!!...DOGS???...Cattle prods?!?'


These things keep repeating in my mind as I stand there, stunned, my eyes wide and jaw hanging open in shocked disbelief. I feel like I've just been clubbed. Each thing on that list is just as bad -or worse- as the next, and I don't know which thing to fear more.


My eyes travel down to the nipple he has just released, and I imagine someone sticking a long pin through it and piercing the sensitive nub just to hang a stupid ring from it and I feel like I could faint...Then the thought of having to put my mouth on a dog...a fucking DOG!!... Enters my mind, making my stomach heave in revulsion, and I press the back of my hand to my mouth for a moment but quickly lower it and try to recover my composure as he finishes rinsing himself and turns away from the spray, running his hand over his face to wipe the water off of it before opening his eyes to look down at me. I avoid meeting his gaze, hoping none of the anxiety I'm feeling is playing across my features.


"Body piercings? You're going to have someone pierce me?"  I ask, reaching for the bar of soap and trying my best to only sound curious and submissively resigned to the fact that this lunatic is planning on decorating my body in such a painful way.


 "When, Master?" I ask, beginning to lather my body as I wait for his response; my eyes sliding to the frosted glass of the shower door, seeing the vanity drawer with the open package of replacement razors in my mind's eye.


With these new revelations of what my immediate future holds in store, I see that waiting around for a better time to attack him would be too painful...too damaging to my body and my mind. I'm ready to end it now.  And at this point, it doesn't really matter if I apply the blade of the razor to his skin...or my own wrists.






Max: “When… I don’t know… I’ll have to pick out the jewelry first. There’s a boutique down in the lobby that probably has a selection and I’m sure there are other places here that have more.”


The Judge’s voice can be heard over the sound of the shower. “Max, the boutique has a catalog, as well as a small selection on hand. Anything from the catalog would be available tomorrow at the latest and quite possibly later today.”
 

“Thanks Judge, Missy and I will check that out after lunch.”
 

Missy is still slowly lathering her body as we listen to the Judge speak. I’m finished with my shower and, for several reasons, want to get out before she does.


As I slide the stall door open I tell her, “I’m going to dry off. Finish your shower and take as much time as you want slave. I like my slaves clean… unless I get them dirty.” Chuckling, I step out and close the stall door.


Quickly drying off, I drop the damp towel on the countertop, reach down and open the vanity drawer containing my razor. Missy doesn’t have any stubble under her arms or around her landing strip. Taking the razor and spare blades out, I quietly push the drawer closed.


“Missy, I’m going to get dressed. Think about what you want for lunch. Oh, by the way, I pierce my own slaves. It's sort of a hobby and... I enjoy it...!”


Taking the razor with me, I exit the bathroom and close the door behind me. The razor and blades are deposited in my suitcase while I'm taking out clean underware. I then return the suitcase to the closet. She could find the razor but I don’t plan to give her a chance. Something in Missy’s eyes or voice tells me she is getting desperate. I’ll let her eat lunch unrestrained, but then the belt and cuffs go back on…!






Simone:  I continue to wash in silence as he and the Judge speak, their conversation doing nothing but confirming my need for some type of immediate course of action.


 When he leaves the shower stall, I stop trying to hold back my tears, and my face crumbles in misery and fear and my shoulders shake with silent cries.


On his way out of the bathroom, he nonchalantly states that he pierces his own slaves, and as soon as the bathroom door closes behind him I let out the strangled sob that has been pent up in my chest since he mentioned the body piercing. That sob is followed by another and another, and before I know it I'm standing under the spray crying my eyes out, my body shivering despite the warm water cascading over it.


 The powerful anxiety I always feel whenever faced with the prospect of getting a needle wells up stronger than it ever has before, because this isn't just any small needle he's talking about ...Not the type that the Doctor uses to draw blood or give me my routine Depo shot ....No, those thin needles in themselves were bad enough...but this...This would be a big thick piercing needle...through my nipples, through my belly button...through my tongue...


'I can't let him pierce me...I can't!! ' I think, as another sob rises from my throat. I shake my head in denial of the thought alone. I have to end this...all of it. I don't know how, but the razors are a start.  The biggest problem, however, would be getting to them.


I know the Judge is watching me. How else had Max known that I'd searched the vanity in the first place? I would have to find a way to get back into the drawer without making it obvious to the Judge, what I'm doing....







Max: Once I have the suitcase put away I put on my briefs and then a pair of cargo shorts and a polo shirt. Dressing only takes a minute or two and the shower is still running when I’m done. I can slip sandals on after lunch.
 

The bed is made and the room is neat… there isn’t anything else in my room that could be used as a weapon. There is one other thing however.

 
Speaking softly from the sitting room, I address the Judge again. “Judge, Missy seems agitated. No more sharp knives please. In fact, let’s use plastic knives and forks for now.”


“Of course Max,” the Judge replies quietly. “She is crying now from all appearances.”


“Yeah… she does a lot of that,” I reply.


The shower is still running when I return to the bedroom. I need to keep the pressure on Missy. Crying alone in the shower could mean she’s getting close to breaking. Opening the bathroom door and raising my voice a little, I ask, “Have you decided what you want for lunch? Since you’re determined to run the hotel out of hot water, I thought I’d call room service now…”






Simone: I find some small measure of comfort in the shower. I don't want it to end, and I stay under the spray much longer than I normally would, taking my time as I thoroughly cleanse my body and formulate a plan for retrieving the razors.


I suddenly hear Max's voice asking me what I want for lunch, and I request that he order me a cheeseburger and fries just so that he will leave the room... I have absolutely no appetite at all, and no intention of eating anything anyway...especially not if my plans go the way I'm hoping they will.


When he closes the door again, I put my plan into action and begin to increase the temperature of the water incrementally; enjoying the heated droplets pouring over my anxiously trembling skin and letting my body adjust to the heat before adjusting it again and again until it is just pressing the limits of what I can comfortably stand.


I hate the thought of leaving the shower stall, but I know that eventually Max will come in to check on me again, and then my plan would be ruined...So after another moment or two, I finally turn off the water and open the shower door, my heart pounding anxiously in my chest.


As I'd expected, the bathroom is full of steam from the hot shower. It is actually visible, hanging in the air, billowing around the room, fogging the mirror with condensation...and hopefully, hindering the Judge's view of what it is I'm about to do.


Knowing the judge's eyes are following my every move...I grab a towel off the rack next to the shower door, drape it over my left hand and wobble, on what I hope appears to be unsteady legs, over to the sink.  I practically fall over the sink, bracing myself against it with my hands, making sure that my left hand is well hidden under the fluffy white towel. I lower my head and shake it, as if I'm trying to clear it and overcome another fainting spell, then I use my right hand to turn on the faucet. My covered left hand is still at the sink's edge and I slowly begin to lower it to the drawer that contains the razors, as I now pretend to retch into the sink, leaning over it and using my body to further hide what I'm doing.


My hand closes around the drawer handle, and as I slowly pull it open, I retch into the sink again. I lean into the basin bowl, letting my wet hair fall forward over my face and into the sink; even further hiding the fact that my hand is now in the open drawer, feeling around inside the drawer for the razors.


I frown at the apparent emptiness of the drawer, and lean over further into the sink, turning my head to drink from the tap, completely hiding my hand with my body as I frantically take another sweep inside the drawer...with the same result.


'He took them!'  I realize, my heart sinking miserably. 'I'm right back to square one...'


Suddenly, I really do feel ill, and as I pull my hand from the drawer and push it closed with my lower body, the next retch I make into the sink is all too real. A moment later, I turn my back to the sink and slide to the floor in front of it, resting my back against the vanity drawers and covering my face with my hands as I groan in defeat and try to think of what the hell I'm going to do now...






Max: Closing the bathroom door again, I go to the bedside phone and press ‘2’ for room service. I give them Missy’s order and ask for the same for me except telling them two cheeseburgers with my order. I also ask for a diet cola for me and another OJ for Missy since she didn't ask for anything, else and so far that's all I've seen her drink. Plastic tableware won’t seem completely out of place with this type of food.


Moving into the sitting room I pick a seat that provides a clear view of the bathroom door. I don’t want Missy slipping into the bedroom. Ten minutes later, our food arrives but Missy is still in the bathroom. After the tray is placed on the table and the slave has left, I go to the bathroom door. The shower isn’t running now and there’s no sound coming from the bathroom.


Now I’m somewhat concerned. Standing off to the side and out of the direct line of the door, I push it open and glance in quickly.


Steam rolls out as I see my slave sitting on the floor in a puddle of water. A towel lies beside her. It’s obvious she hasn’t attempted to dry her body or hair. She’s leaning with her back against the vanity drawers and her eyes are closed. Tears are running down her cheeks and she’s sobbing quietly. She seems not to even know I’m watching.


“Good grief slave, don’t you ever stop blubbering? What’s the matter now…?”






Simone: My body jerks in surprise when he speaks, and I quickly get to my feet, wiping my eyes and wrapping the towel around my body.


"Yes, Master...I'm coming. I just felt dizzy all of a sudden, so I sat down before I could pass out again....I feel better now, though...I'm going to dry my hair, and I'll be right out..." I say, and grab the hair dryer that's mounted on the wall next to the sink, turn it on high and begin drying my hair.






Max: “Alright, but get a move on. The food is here and it’s getting cold.”

 
I head back to my seat in the sitting room, glancing over my shoulder a couple of times. Missy continues to dry her hair so I sit and start eating. She may have felt dizzy and needed to sit down but that still doesn’t explain her tears or sobs. It doesn’t explain the tone of complete despair in her voice either!


I think Missy is close to breaking, maybe very close. Keeping her off balance now and under emotional strain and following it with a good strong throat rape a little later in the dungeon may do the trick. I can always throw in some unexpected pain if needed. She didn’t seem all that happy about the piercing and body jewelry. Maybe pursuing that will help.


The hair dryer stops and Missy walks slowly and dejectedly into the sitting room still wearing the towel she wrapped around her body in the bathroom. There’s a place to start.


“What are you doing wearing that towel? I didn’t tell you to get dressed…!”






Simone: I look over at him for a moment, my eyes narrowing hatefully, just before I lower my gaze in an effort to hide the emotion. I sigh miserably and slowly open the towel, but I don't let it fall to the floor. Instead, I hold it awkwardly against my body as I walk over to the table and sit in the seat opposite him, wincing at the dull ache in my pussy as it makes contact with the chair.


Still not making eye contact with him, I place the towel in my lap and reach for the glass of orange juice that sits in front of me, taking a small sip of the cool liquid as my eyes scan the table's contents; looking for anything on it that I can use in place of the razors...





Max: I’m starting on my second cheeseburger when Missy sits down with the towel in her lap. I caught the flash of hatred in her eyes before they dropped. Maybe there’s still some fight left in her. I doubt she can hurt me badly with a plastic fork but I’ll keep my eyes open anyway. Never underestimate your opponent…!


“You didn’t say much about the jewelry shopping idea. Don’t you like jewelry? I thought all women liked jewelry but I guess there are some exceptions to the rule.”
 

“Maybe you’d rather skip the shopping and get back to your training. We can go to the dungeon first. I have to teach you how to deep throat my cock sometime today.”


“So… which do you want to do… shopping… or blowjobs…?”






Simone: I frown as I hear the decision he's presented me with. I'd rather not answer at all, but I know I have to. I also know that he won't risk putting his cock in my mouth unprotected yet, if he was going to do that, he would have made me suck him in the shower...So choosing the blowjob would give me no more hope of hurting him than going shopping for body jewelry.  And it was only shopping at this point, not the actual piercing...


"I do like jewelry, Master. I'd rather go shopping..." I say softly still not meeting his gaze as I pick up a french fry from the plate of food in front of me and force myself to eat it.





Max: “Alright then, I’ll hold off on the blowjob training until we go shopping. That will work out better anyway. I couldn’t get really hard yet… I’ll need another hour or so.”

 
I don’t mention that I’ll probably start Missy off with a dildo. She’ll find that out soon enough. Of course, at the rate she’s eating… or not eating… it will be an hour before she’s finished.

 
“By the way slave, are your ears pierced? I didn’t feel any holes when I sucked on them. If they are, we can always get a second set…!”






Simone: I flinch as he mentions what happened in his bedroom earlier, but I answer, nonetheless; hating him more and more as he almost cheerfully announces new alterations he'd like to make to my body.


"Yes, my ears are pierced, Master." I say, picking up another fry and eating it slowly.






Max: “OK, good. We can always do a tragus piercing later. I like them too. Let’s see, navel, nipples, and tongue. That’s only four holes. We can do them all in one day.”

 
I see Missy flinching as I count off the piercings. She really doesn’t like the idea. That’s something to keep in mind. She’s controlling her voice carefully too… but I sometimes hear the sharp edge of anger.

 
“Missy, I’d like to go shopping this afternoon. At the rate you’re eating, you won’t be finished lunch by suppertime. Could you possibly eat more than one French fry every five minutes? I still need to get you dressed…!”






Simone: I have no clue what a tragus piercing is and could care less. All I know is that I don't want it, or any of the other piercings he's so callously talking about giving me... But at the mention of getting dressed, I finally look up into his eyes. Hope springs up in my heart, and I can hear it in my own voice as I ask.


"I can get dressed, Master?"




Max: "Yes... of course. You didn't think I was going to take you shopping like that, did you? We'll be out in public and there may be other people in the boutique. Now... finish your lunch... we have things to do...!"

 
I can see the gleam of hope in Missy’s eyes when I confirm that I plan to dress her. What she doesn’t know is… when I say dressed… I’m talking about the restraint belt and cuffs. She’s most likely thinking of clothes.

 
Silly slave! She won’t be wearing clothes until we’re on the plane going home.

[Chocolate Thai]

Simone: I smile as I look over at him, so relieved and grateful for the opportunity to actually get to wear clothing again, that I stop thinking about whether or not the glass that my orange juice is in will be sharp enough to cut skin, if I break it against the table. 


Eager to get dressed, I put down the french fry I am nibbling on and push my chair back a little.


"I'm not really hungry, Master...Can we go, now?"






Max: “I guess so… but don’t complain later if you get hungry. Come to think of it, not having too much in your stomach may be a good thing when we start your training. If you’re good this afternoon, maybe we’ll go out to supper instead of room service tonight. They have a great restaurant somewhere in the building, I understand.”


Getting up, I start into my bedroom. The restraint belt and cuffs are laid out on the newly made bed, ready to be put back on Missy. I hear her stand behind me and look back at her as I move away.


“Put that damp towel in the bathroom and come get dressed.”

 
As she hurries toward the bathroom holding the towel, I pick up the restraint belt. For some reason, I don’t think she will just let me put it back on… but it’s worth a try.

 
Missy steps out of the bathroom… sees what I’m holding… and comes to an abrupt halt…!





Simone: Time seems to stand still as I stand in the hallway frowning in confusion, my eyes traveling from his face, down to the restraint belt in his hands, and then back up to his face again.


The realization of what he'd really meant by my getting dressed, hits me like a slap in the face, and my body is suddenly shaking with outrage.  There's no way in hell I'm going to just walk over there and let him put me back in that thing...


'Fuck that...' I think.


"No." I say softly, shaking my head as I back away from him.


I don't wait to see if he'll come toward me. In a blind panic, I turn away from him and hurry back to the bathroom. I hear the lock trying to engage as I turn the knob to open the door, but this time the Judge is too late. In a flash I'm through the door and I quickly slam it shut behind me and lean my weight against it screaming "No!" over and over again.


I know it's only a matter of seconds before he'll break through it and my wild eyes scan the contents of the bathroom, looking for anything at all that I can use to keep him at bay when he does...Promising myself that he is not getting me back into those restraints without a damn fight.





Max: Missy turns and bolts back into the bathroom, catching both me and the Judge off guard. This has to stop…right now! She is also going to have to be taught a lesson!

 

First though, I have to capture and restrain her! Turning the bathroom doorknob and leaning my shoulder against it, I give a push…

 

The door opens about an inch… and then slams closed again. Missy must have her feet braced against something. Damn it… enough is enough!

 

“Judge, shock her please… lowest setting…!”





Simone:  "No, Max!! Leave me ALONE!!" I screech, when he turns the knob and tries to push the door open.


I quickly throw my weight against it and slam it right back shut. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest and I'm wondering if I'll have time to run over and grab the heavy, ceramic, soap dish that's lying on the sink counter before he tries to open the door again. 


'At least I could hit him with it when he finally breaks through...' I think desperately, and my eyes slide over to the dish as I try to gauge the distance and time it would take me to reach it and then run back to brace myself against the door again.


Suddenly, my ears are filled with an angry buzzing sound and my body convulses as the collar encircling my neck comes to life. A shriek of pain is torn from my throat and I fall away from the door, momentarily dazed, my mouth again filled with that awful metallic taste, and my head swimming dizzily.


'The fucking Judge...' I think to myself, in answer to my mind's question of what the hell had just happened.


 Max steps into the room, and I whimper "No.." miserably, and struggle to get my stunned muscles to cooperate with me as I try to crawl away.




Max: I hear Missy scream as I push the door open a second time and feel only slight resistance. She is on the floor, trying to crawl away, and still using that damn word ‘No’, but whimpering it now instead of screaming as she just was.

 

While she’s still dazed and uncoordinated, I slip my hands under her arms, lift, and carry her into the bedroom. I drop her upper body on the bed face down; leaving her legs sprawled on the floor, and put my knee between her shoulder blades. Picking up the belt, I flip an end under her hips, catch it, and fasten it around her waist. Using the belt as a handle, I pick her up and throw her fully on the bed, still face down. Straddling her body, I quickly catch each of her hands, attach a wrist cuff, and connect them to the sides of the belt.

 

By the time her hands are secured, Missy has her coordination back and is bending her legs at the knees, ineffectively kicking my ass and lower back with the soles of her feet. It doesn’t hurt but is somewhat annoying! She has managed to knock the ankle cuffs off the bed however!

 

“Stop fucking kicking me! If you do it one more time, I’ll take a cane to the bottoms of your feet and beat them bloody…!”





Simone:  I am so angry. So insanely furious at having been defeated by the two of them again, at being put back in these God-awful restraints despite my best efforts to avoid them...And most of all, at being fully at Max's mercy again, knowing that nothing lies ahead for me but more pain and abuse, and I can't do anything to stop it...Can't even take my own life to put an end to the constant misery.


 I do stop kicking when he threatens to beat my feet bloody, but my frustration, rage, and intense hatred reaches its boiling point and spills from my lips in a rush of heated emotion.


 "I hate you!! I fucking HATE YOU, MAX!!!   I scream, meaning every single word. "You can't do this to me!!! You can't DO this!! I cry, twisting my body from side to side beneath him. "Let me GO!!! I wanna go HOME!!!"






Max: Missy’s outburst shows the stress she’s under and I’m actually glad to see it but I can’t let her know that. I have to act angry to keep the pressure on her. I won’t have to act too much… I don’t like a slave using the ‘No’ word or telling me what I can or can’t do but I’ll make it seem worse that it really is.

 
“I don’t care what you want. What I want is the only thing that matters… and I want you to SHUT UP!” I raise my voice several notches above Missy’s shouts. The force of my voice briefly stuns her into silence.


Getting off the bed, I pick up the ankle cuffs and return to my straddle position, this time facing her feet. Sliding down her legs as I keep an arm up to deflect any kicks, I sit down on her calves, pinning her legs to the mattress. It only takes a minute to put the cuffs back on her ankles and reconnect the hobble. Then I grasp the belt and turn her over on her back.

 
“That little outburst has earned you twenty five lashes Missy. It will be ten to your back and ass… ten to your tits and stomach… and the last five on your cunt! Maybe that will teach you what I can do…!”






Simone: In the instant after the words leave his lips, my intense rage is replace with mind numbing terror. My hatefully narrowed eyes widen and stare up into his, as my mouth works  soundlessly.


In my mind I'm seeing the blond slave from the dungeon, hearing the whip crack, and seeing how his pale skin had instantly reddened and began to seep blood...


'And Max is going to hit me like that? On my stomach, on my tits... on my pussy???' I think.


Even if my vocal chords weren't frozen with fear, I still wouldn't be able to express to him how sorry I am for everything I'd just said and did, now that I'm faced with the awful punishment I'll have to endure as a consequence for those actions.


He has the same look in his eye as he'd had just before he started whipping the blond, and I turn away from it, closing my eyes as tightly as I can, praying that I'll pass out before the first lash falls. 






Max: “You are going to learn that you are a slave… and slaves don’t say no to their Master! NOT EVER!”

 
“The next time you tell me no, it will be fifty lashes. Tonight, you sleep in restraints… in a tiger cage! You think you’re a tiger… let’s see what you think tomorrow morning.”


The tiger cage is too small to lie down in… too short to stand up in… so all the tiger can do is crouch. I’m going to teach Missy a lesson she won’t forget…!






Simone: I keep my eyes shut, but my body jerks in response to the words he's shouting down at me, and I begin to shake like a leaf.


I finally find my voice, and begin to whimper the words "I'm sorry" again and again, more to myself than to him, as if apologizing to my own body for the trouble I had just gotten it into.






Max: “No Missy, you only think you’re sorry now! Tomorrow… then you’ll be sorry! Maybe the next time you’ll remember to do what you’re told and shut the fuck up about what YOU want!”

 
Missy is almost hysterical and I better calm down a bit too. I wasn’t very angry when I started but I got a little worked up.

 
“Get up and get moving. We’re going down to the lobby and find the boutique. I hope they have something in stock I like because I really want to poke holes in you today…!”





Simone: He seems to be getting angrier and angrier by the second, and when he tells me to get up, I quickly struggle to a sitting position and rise to my feet, keeping my head down low as I tremble in fear before him. 


Although I dread going to the boutique, and the last thing I want to do is have him pierce me...I'm relieved to hear that my punishment won't take place right away...even though this just means there is more time for me to dwell on how much pain I'm in for in the future.






Max: Missy climbs off the bed and stands trembling in front of me. There is no doubt I have her undivided attention. Missy will get her twenty five lashes… but I didn’t say what kind of whip would be used. I’ll use a soft flogger on her. It will hurt and leave marks but won’t break the skin. I doubt she could take twenty five with the singletail!


“Missy, you pissed me off this time. I don’t punish slaves when I’m really angry. I’m afraid I’d kill them! So, here’s what we’re going to do with you. We’re going shopping now. Then the dungeon for blowjob training. If I find some jewelry I like, I’ll take the time to pierce you too.”


“Last but not least, after I eat supper, we go back to the dungeon for your whipping. Then it’s into the cage for the night.”


“By morning… I bet you’ll be begging to suck my cock… if I’ll let you out of the cage to do it…!”






Simone: My knees go weak and almost buckle when he mentions blowjob training, his earlier threat of practicing on dogs, jumping into my head immediately. Then, the thought of being pierced joins in, along with the thought of the whip slashing across my most tender spots, and a steady stream of anxious whimpers begins to leave my lips with each shuddering breath I take.


I know that there's nothing I can do or say to gain his forgiveness at this point. I can't even look up into his face, let alone try and plead with him to reconsider...and beside all that, I'm too terrified to even speak.


 I've never felt so low and full of despair in my entire life, including all the time that I've been on this hellish island...And as he continues to speak, and the thoughts of what I'm about to go through play around and around in my head... I stop praying that I'll just faint at some point... And instead I begin praying that I'll just go ahead and die.






Max: Missy is whimpering and sobbing continuously now and my rant won’t have any greater effect until she has time to assimilate what has just happened. Her mind is in overload and any more verbal abuse will be wasted.

 
I look around my room, trying to find the leash that had been attached to the restraint belt before I removed it to tie Missy to my bed. It’s nowhere to be seen until I look into my closet and see it hanging from a hook there. Housekeeping must have hung it up when she straightened the room.


 Slipping on my sandals as I take the leash off the hook, I’m ready to go shopping. Thinking about body jewelry and piercing Missy’s lovely chocolate skin takes away the last of my temper and brings a faint smile to my lips.

 
As I snap the leash on her belt, I see almost total despair in her eyes. She’s still whimpering softly too. Missy is much closer to her breaking point.


“Come on slave, it’s time to find you some decorations. Even if I don’t see anything I like in the boutique, looking through the catalog will be fun. Fun for me anyway. I really don’t think you like the whole idea…!”






Simone: No, I don't like the idea of looking for 'decorations' at all. And earlier when he was taunting me about getting dressed...He'd said there would be people there at the boutique.


The thought of running into anyone from that group we'd met earlier at the pool makes me shudder, but I still hold my tongue, not wanting to voice my displeasure and earn myself even more punishment than I already have coming.





Max: Tugging on Missy’s leash, we head out to the elevator. As the door closes and I press the button for the lobby, the Judge’s voice comes from the overhead speaker.


“Max, just to let you know, we have a tour group from the main resort looking at our new buildings. There are about twenty people in the lobby and they will be going through the rest of the building this afternoon. Of course, they won’t be allowed in your room but will probably want to see the dungeon. If you and your slave are there, I can ask them not to bother you.”


“No problem Judge, I have no objection to spectators during Missy’s training. As long as they don’t interfere, that is. Just ask them not to bother us and everything will be fine. By the way, where’s the boutique located?”


“I’ll tell the tour guides Max. I’m sure no one will interfere. The boutique is located at the other end of the main hall from the pool. Just turn right and go through the lobby all the way to the other side.”


“Thanks Judge, I’ll find it.”

 
The door of the elevator opens and I turn right, toward the crowded lobby. I can see at least seven or eight people milling around in front of me.


“Stay close Missy. I don’t want you to bother the guests…!”






Simone: 'Ohhh goddd!' I groan inwardly, absolutely mortified beyond all description, as we near the lobby and I see all the people walking around in it.


Again, I bend low at the waist, hiding my face and body as much as I possibly can. Max needn't have worried about me staying close. I have no intention of being left behind in this crowd, or of drawing any more attention to myself than I already will by being the only naked and leashed person in the room.   


I shuffle as closely as I can behind Max, and would have happily led the way to the boutique myself, if I'd know where it was...Anything to get through this crowd of people as quickly as humanly possible before someone could stop us and start asking questions, or worse...Want to 'pet' me again.






Max: “Missy, stand up straight and walk right. You look like you’re deformed or crippled. People can’t see what you look like hunched over like that!”

 
I’m well aware that Missy doesn’t want people to see what she looks like. Just one more little annoyance to disturb her.


I’m about to enter the boutique, after almost dragging her through the crowd, when my way is blocked by an Arabic man wearing a thobe and ghutra. He looks at Missy and then asks, “Is she for sale?”


“No, I’m afraid not,” I reply, “I just acquired her myself.”


“Too bad, she is very beautiful. Perhaps a trade for one night? I have several of my harem that you might like.”

 
“Possibly in a day or two. She isn’t trained yet and I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed. I’m in room 1001 in this building. Call in a couple of days and we can discuss it. My name is Max, by the way.”


“I am Bahir, and I will most assuredly call,” he says as he steps out of the doorway and walks away.

 
“See Missy, you attract all kinds of attention when you stand up straight…!”






Simone: I hesitate for only a moment, and then obediently straighten my spine and stand to my full height as he's ordered.


 I feel exposed all over again as I lose the protective cover of my bent waist and hunched shoulders...and every part of me that was, at most, partly visible before...now becomes fully on display.  The only thing I still manage to keep hidden by my long hair and lowered head, is my face.  And I am thankful to have even this small bit of obscurity to keep the feelings of deep shame, embarrassment, and fear that are playing across my features, hidden from the view of the other men and women milling around us.


Max stops abruptly and I hear a male voice with a heavy Middle Eastern accent speak up and ask if I'm for sale


'For sale?!' my mind cries, outraged at how insignificant I am to these people.


I'm not a person at all in their eyes...just another item...A trinket to be bought and sold or traded amongst each other at a mere whim...My feelings or thoughts not even considered in the least.


When the man leaves, Max chides me for not standing up straight sooner...Almost as if he thinks I should be proud of the attention that my presence is attracting, as if I should want to be noticed and desired by these men and women who want to do nothing more than hurt me and see me in pain...When in actuality, all I feel is disgust, and the crawling sensation of my skin whenever I feel one of their filthy gazes fall on my naked body.







Max: There are several people browsing in the shop and a young woman behind the counter at the far end. She isn’t collared but is wearing a sarong, much like the hotel slaves. No collar means she is a free woman however so I approach and say, “Excuse me Miss, I was told you have a selection of body jewelry.”

 
“Yes, a small selection,” she replies, as she takes a display tray out of the case in front of her. We have a much larger selection in our catalog and can have most orders delivered the next day.


The tray contains several pairs of earrings and about ten pieces of assorted studs and barbells, all quite basic. I can see at a glance that I’m going to have to order from the catalog.

 
“Maybe I better look at the catalog. I don’t see anything here that catches my eye. I’m looking for a navel piercing, a pair of nipple studs or rings, and a tongue stud for my new slave. With her skin color, do you think yellow gold or silver would look best…?”






Simone:  I'm happy to finally walk into the small boutique where there are less people milling around, but the fact that they are there at all is too much for me to bear, and I keep my head down low and follow Max up to the store counter.


I hear him talking to the clerk, and I glance up to see a pretty woman sitting behind the cash register dressed as a slave, but not wearing a collar.


I glance over at Max and then back to her before lowering my gaze frowning in confusion, but too afraid to make eye contact with the girl for any longer than I already had.


I hear them talking about the piercings, and breathe a small sigh of relief when Max mentions that he doesn't like any of the ones that are available.


'At least it won't happen tonight.' I tell myself, finding little comfort in this fact as the two of them discuss what color jewelry will look best on my body.  I know that regardless of whether it happens now or later...it still will happen nonetheless.






Saleswoman:  I turn my attention to the pretty slave standing next to him, trying her best not to slouch but failing miserably as she feels my eyes on her.


I take into consideration her coloring as well as the curves of her body for a moment before I return my gaze to the handsome man in front of me.


 "Well...Either metal would look great on her..." I reply "...But silver would be the absolute best bet with her skin tone. It would make her even more eye-catching than she already is..."



As I speak, I reach beneath the counter, grab the catalog and begin thumbing through it. "As I said, the collection in out catalog is much larger than that which we carry on hand,  and also has an extensive selection of sterling silver body jewelry that I'm sure you'll find to your liking."


"Now then...where did you want to start...Nipple rings...Belly button rings...Or tongue rings?"






Simone:  I stand there self-consciously as the sales woman studies me from behind the counter.  I'm hoping that she'll tell him that piercing me at all is a bad idea...That she'll say that body jewelry on me would be a horrible idea in any color, but of course she doesn't.

Instead she suggests that he go with silver, and then starts taking his order...And in my mind, I damn her to hell with everyone else...






Max: “Well… let’s start with the easy one. Tongue studs are pretty basic because they aren’t made to be pretty. As long as it feels good on my cock, it should be fine. I understand surgical stainless steel is the recommended metal for a silver colored tongue stud because saliva won’t discolor it like it can sterling silver.”

 

“I guess titanium would work too… it’s pretty much chemically inert. It isn’t quite as shiny as silver… but again… tongue studs aren’t for looks. I’m pretty sure my cock wouldn’t know the difference.”

 

“Which do you recommend…?”







Saleswoman: I flip through the book until I get to the tongue rings. 


"Well, it says here that titanium is 100% compatible with the human body, and won't produce allergic reactions, skin irritations or discoloration of any sort.  So if she has sensitive skin, this would be ideal for her...It also weighs two times less than stainless steel, which makes it very beneficial for initial piercings. It's extremely durable also, so you and your slave will get a lifetime of enjoyment from it."


I glance at the girl, who chokes back a sob at the word "lifetime", and then look back up at her handsome Master. "We have many styles of titanium tongue rings on hand, barbells with many colors...different stud shapes...we even have ones that vibrate..." I say as I turn the book around so that he can see it.


"Feel free to take a look through our selection."







Max: “Think I’ll pass on the vibrating ones. I have a feeling they aren’t very practical. Besides, you’d have to change the battery every day or so. This one looks like what I want… # 2696. Order one of those please.”

 
“Next, let’s look at belly piercings. I’d like one that is kind of basic… for everyday wear… but that you can attach other things to it… to dress it up.”


Do you have anything like that…?”






Saleswoman: My eyes slide back over to the beautiful slave who is now shaking badly. It's painfully obvious that she doesn't want to be pierced and each mention of a new and different type of body jewelry is almost sending her into fits. To her credit, though, she's trying to hold her emotions back and hide them as best she can from her Master...but I highly doubt it's going unnoticed.


Tearing my eyes away from the slave girl, I go back to the catalog in front of me, spinning it around so that I can see what's on the pages,  and quickly find a page of belly rings.


"These sound like what you might be looking for..." I say, spinning the book back around so that he can view the page. I point to one in particular "This one is a plain, 14 gauge Titanium belly button ring, It's very lightweight, and sleek, and offers a extensive range of attachments that can be applied and or removed easily.  The attachments are listed a couple of pages after this one."





Simone: I feel so trapped...On this island...In this building...Even In my own skin.


Everytime she shows him a new piece of body jewelry or discusses it with him, or God help me, orders it for him... I realize that I'm one step closer to being pierced, and my anxiety just keeps getting worse and worse.


 The thought of the needle, and the pain...And the needle and oh God...The pain... I feel like I'll go crazy if he pierces me. I feel like I AM going crazy already, just thinking about it. I can't stop shaking, can't stop my teeth from chattering with fear, can't stop thinking of the needle going through my tongue, through my belly button, through my nipples...


I can't stop myself from thinking about those needles...I can't stop myself from thinking about the pain...






Max: The sales girl is being very helpful… but Missy is becoming more nervous and agitated by the minute. While I want her on edge… to speed her breaking process… I’m curious about why she’s acting this way.

 
“Excuse me for a moment please Miss.”
 

“Missy, what’s wrong with you? You act like you’re scared to death. Aren’t you a little bit interested in what I’m buying for you…?”






Simone: I look up at him, my eyes wide and body shaking.


"Needles..." I say, my voice trembling noticeably. "I'm terrified of needles... And piercing needles are so big... I-I just can't imagine one of them going through my tongue...Or...Or..." I shudder thinking about the other body parts, unable to even bring myself to mention them...So I just begin to beg. "Please don't pierce me, Master... Please don't..."






Max: “Don’t be silly Missy, they’re only needles. My goodness, you’d think I was going to use a skewer to pierce you.”


“Miss, do you have any piercings? It seems my slave is scared of needles. Maybe you can calm her down. She looks like she may faint…!”





Saleswoman:  I was actually thinking the same thing, but I don't mention it. I do remind myself where the smelling salts are located, though...Just in case.


"It's not so bad, Missy..." I say to her, keeping my voice low and soothing in an effort to try and calm her down. I do feel a little badly for her since she's obviously terrified...but not as badly as I would feel for myself if she passes out in my store, and I have to deal with a crowd of gaping onlookers right before I'm about to go to break!


"You see..." I stick out my tongue and show her the pink stud there. "And..." I smooth the front of my sarong and poke out my chest, making sure the nipple ring on my right tit is visibly outlined."It doesn't hurt so bad....I promise. One big pinch, and it's all over!"  I say, smiling.






Max: “See Missy, there’s nothing to it. Don’t be such a baby.”


I’m pleased to see the terror in her eyes. This is just one more thing I can use to control her. The sales woman seems genuinely concerned and is trying to calm her… which is what I asked her to do. The truth is… I don’t want her calm… but I don’t want her to faint either!


“Missy, I’m going to finish my order but I’ll consider not piercing you, since it bothers you so much. You think about what you’re willing to give me in return if I agree not to pierce you.”


“Now then Miss, I’m sorry about that. Please order # 1686 for me. I’ll think about ordering some additional attachments in a few days, after the piercing thing is settled.”


“Let’s look at nipple rings and then we can get out of your way. I know you have other customers to help.”

 
The truth is… her little shop is filling up with browsers… and most of them are looking at Missy…!






 
Simone: "Yes, Master...Thank you, Master." I say, the relief in my voice clearly evident as my muscles relax slightly and the shaking eases a little.


I don't have to think too hard about the things I would be willing to give in return for having him not pierce me...Because I already know that I would give damn near anything to keep those needles away from me.






Saleswoman:  I relax a little myself when the pretty slave does. Not that it matters to me if she is pierced or not...She's a slave after all, whatever her Master decides to do with her is his business...But at least there won't be a huge spectacle in the shop...The two of them are already attracting enough attention as it is.


"Not a problem at all Sir." I say, jotting down his order before flipping through the catalog to find the pages with the nipple rings.


"Now, for the nipples, there are many more varieties of adornments. You can go with the classic ring, the straight or circular barbell, and then there is also the nipple shield, of course......And that's only to name a few.  All these are available with ends of different colors, shapes, and sizes, and also dangling attachments...There are plenty of options for you to choose from within this section..." I say, turning the book for him to see. "Feel free to browse through them all, Sir."






Max: “Thanks Miss, as you can see, I may not need them but the prices are reasonable and I can always use them for another slave. I like these with the handcuffs. Please order me a pair of #1400. That should be all for me right now and it’s getting a little crowded in here so I think we’ll move along. My room number is 1001. Please send them and the bill up when the order comes in. Thanks for your help and have a nice day.”


The shop is quite full with seven or eight people milling around. Most are men!
 

“Come on Missy, let’s get out of here and make room for the other customers. We still have your training to get done…!”






Saleswoman:  "You are very welcome." I reply as I jot down his order and then smile up at him. "Thank you for your business, Sir. You can expect your order later tonight, or by mid morning at the very latest. Enjoy the rest of your stay."






Simone:  My heart rate, which had slowed a bit when he said that he wouldn't pierce me, begins to speed up again at the mention of the training...And my mind is once again thrown into turmoil as I find myself torn between reluctance to go to the dungeon where the training will take place, and the desire to hurry there, and escape the countless pairs of eyes watching us as he leads me out of the store and back through the crowded lobby.








Max: The lobby is still busy as Missy and I work our way toward the elevators. There’s too much going on to ask her what she is willing to give to avoid piercing. I’m curious to hear what she has to say. We manage to get an elevator to ourselves and I push the button for the dungeon.


“Well Missy… so you don’t want to be pierced. I was really looking forward to that, so you’ll have to come up with something extra good you’ll give me instead. Have you thought what you’ll offer…?”







Simone: I have been thinking about it...Trying to think of something that he will accept, something that won't make me die too badly inside when I have to give it to him.


"I-I can use my...my hands to make you feel good, Master...and...and my tits, too...the same way you used them last night..." I reply softly, my face burning with embarrassment as I refer to how he'd pushed them together and slid his hard cock through them the night before, after he'd gagged me.


I'm trembling again with anxiety, part of it from waiting to hear if this will be good enough to insure him not poking holes in me as he'd threatened to do in the bedroom earlier...but mostly because every second that ticks by, the elevator takes us closer and closer to the dungeon and the start of the next horrible training session.






Max: “Well Missy, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m not going to say yes… and I’m not going to say no. I have until the jewelry is delivered before I have to make up my mind. I’m going to think about your offer. I want you to do that too. Think if that’s the best offer you can make. I’m not saying it isn’t good enough… I just want you to think about it.”


Her offer isn’t nearly enough to keep me from piercing her but she’ll have a long and uncomfortable night. She may as well have something to think about. She certainly won’t get much sleep in the cage.

 
“OK slave, on to other things. Have you ever given a deep throat blow job? If you have… how long was the cock you throated…?”







Simone: I frown, my nose wrinkling with distaste.  I know that I have no choice but to answer the question...But that doesn't mean that I have to elaborate on how I used to go down on my ex. The last thing I want to do is discuss how he and I used to have oral sex.


"No, Master. I've never done...that, before." I say, refusing to meet his eyes.







Max: “Well, there’s a first time for everything I guess.”


The elevator door opens and I step out toward the dungeon, tugging on Missy’s leash as I go. Walking in, I move toward a rape table. I’ll use it to secure her when I fuck her mouth. For now, she can sit on it.


“Jump up on the table and have a seat. It’s low enough you should be able to sit on it without help.”


Missy awkwardly sits on the edge of the table and I attach her hobble to a ring on the table leg. It would slow her down if she tried to run. Going to the shelves at the front of the room, I select two latex dildos. One is about five inches long and the other is about seven inches. Their diameters are proportional to their lengths. The larger one is about an inch shorter than my cock. As I carry them back to the table, I decide how to proceed. Putting the smaller one on the table next to Missy, I keep the larger one in my hand.


“OK Missy, I’m going to release one hand. Take that dildo and lick it good… get it all wet. Then tilt your head back… stick it in your mouth… and push it down your throat. When the end reaches your teeth… pull it out…!”


As I speak, I disconnect her left wrist from the belt...!







Simone: My intense dread and anxiety is somewhat alleviated to some degree by the fact that there aren't any dogs present in the dungeon, and I'm thankful to, at the very least, be spared that horror.


After he releases my hand from the restraint belt, he stands back, looking down at me expectantly. I look up at him, wanting to beg him not to make me do this, but I take one look at the coldness and growing annoyance at my hesitation in his face, and I drop my eyes and then reluctantly take a hold of the flesh colored dildo that he has set next to me.


I bring it up to my face and stare at it for a moment, trying to force myself to open my mouth and take it inside, trying to force back the wave of nausea I feel just at the thought of touching the filthy thing with my tongue,  but out of the corner of my eye I see Max's free hand clench in anger, and I quickly close my eyes, part my lips and lick the head of the latex cock I'm holding. 


My tongue recoils from the rubbery taste of the dildo, but I force myself to lick it again, and again until it's glistening with my saliva. I try to stall by continuing to lick it for several seconds but once again, I see him react to my stall tactics from the corner of my eye...and I quickly tilt my head back as he'd ordered, take the dildo into my mouth and try to push it down my throat...And my gag reflex is triggered instantly. 


I quickly pull the dildo out of my mouth, still gagging on the taste of it and the feeling of having it in my throat, and I look up at him, my eyes glistening with tears.


"I'm going to throw up, Master..."







Max: Missy stalls as long as she can before starting to lick the dildo and I begin to show some anger. While I’m not really angry, I want her to think I am. More pressure… more upset… no relief from all the things she can’t control! So far, I’m satisfied with my progress, although Missy is still fighting.


She finally tries to do as I’ve ordered but gags and chokes on the dildo. I’m not surprised. She obviously doesn’t have much practice in the oral department.


“Swallow… and keep swallowing slave! Fight it… because if you puke… you’ll have to just clean it up and start all over. I told you that not eating lunch might have been a good thing. Now you know why!”

 
Missy fights to control her gag reflex and keep from vomiting. Slowly, she wins the battle.


“Get yourself under control. You’re going to do this! Before we leave here this afternoon, you’re going to throat both of these dildos and have my cock for dessert.”

 

“Now… try again. This time… when it hits the back of your throat… swallow really fast… and shove it down…!”






Simone: My stomach heaves at the thought of having him in my mouth...In my throat.  But I'm too afraid to voice my objections...too afraid that he'll punish me...pierce me... or make me practice on animals instead of a rubber cock if I say anything.


I groan miserably, fighting back my nausea and wiping my tears away with the back of my free hand before tilting my head back and trying again. But just as before, as soon as the rubber cock touches the back of my throat, my gag reflex takes over even before I can attempt to swallow, and I pull it out quickly to keep myself from throwing up.


'I can't do this!!' I think, as I cough and sputter, but I know that I don't have the luxury of quitting, not with him looming over me, getting more and more annoyed by the minute at my inability to do what he wants.


Finally, I am able to calm myself and after a few moments pass by with no retching, I try again.


 This time my body reacts before the dildo even reaches the back of my throat, and I look up at him helplessly as I gag, pleading with my eyes for him not to make me continue on with this...






Max: Missy simply can’t do this herself. Of course, she can’t do it because she doesn’t want to do it and doesn’t think she can do it. If you don’t believe you can do something, you almost certainly won’t!

 
After her third try, she looks at me with tears in her eyes, mutely begging for this to end. I guess I’ll grant her wish…!


“Alright Missy, you may as well quit. We’ll have to try something else.”

 
I can see the relief in her eyes, mixed of course, with some concern and fear. Taking the small dildo from her trembling hand, I put both of them on a nearby bench. Then I reconnect her wrist to the belt and remove the hobble from the table leg.


“Some girls can’t do this… no matter how hard they try. It looks like you’re in that group. Lie down on the table, on your stomach. Here… I’ll help you…”

 
Taking hold of her upper arm and the back of the belt, I lift her and put her on the table, face down, and with her head almost over the edge at one end. Before she realizes what I’m doing, I throw several of the two inch wide nylon cargo straps attached to the side of the table edge every six inches or so, across her body and move around to buckle them on the far side.


It only takes a couple of seconds to tighten the first belt across Missy’s shoulder blades, effectively immobilizing her body on the table. Missy begins sobbing, squirming, and begging as I attach another belt across her at the waist.


“Hush now… I’m just going to help you do what you couldn’t do yourself!”


I attach two more belts across her body, one just below the curve of her ass and the second at the fold of her knees. Missy is neatly restrained on the table.


“OK Missy, the next thing is to get a tube gag back in your mouth. I’ll be right back…!”







Simone: I futilely struggle against the straps.


"Master, please!" I sob, panicked at being immobilized this way. "I can try harder...please let me up!"

 




 Max: That’s OK Missy, I don’t mind helping.”


Finding a ring gag, possibly the same one I used last night, I walk back to my sobbing slave.


“You can just open your mouth and let me put this in, or you can be stubborn and I’ll use the nerve pinch again. Either way, the gag will be on but one way will hurt a lot more.”


Missy looks at me through her tears, craning her head back as I approach. After a few seconds, she stops begging and slowly opens her mouth. Putting the ring gag back on and buckling it in place, I then take the hobble strap and connect her feet together by sliding the strap through the ‘D’ ring of the ankle it isn’t snapped on.


Bending her legs up, I pull on them until her heels touch her ass. Then using the strap of the gag, I pull her head back until she is looking straight across the room. Attaching the end of the hobble strap to the buckle of the gag, I slowly tighten the hobble adjustment until Missy’s head is held in that uncomfortable position by the strap to her ankle cuffs.


Missy is sobbing and moaning from the strain but she hasn’t even begun to experience the real pain yet! In this position, her mouth and throat are lined up in a nearly straight line.


“OK Missy, I’m going to slide this little dildo part way into your mouth so you can get it wet again.” As I speak, I do what I’m saying. “Get it good and wet because I’m going to count to three, and then shove it in. I’ll count to three again and pull it out. I should warn you… if you puke… you might drown… so don’t puke!”


“Ready, here we go! 1… 2… 3… and I shove the dildo to it’s base!






Simone: 'No, No, Nooo!'  I cry in my mind, as he pushes the dildo into my mouth a little for me to wet it, and I try to use my tongue to push it out as he twists and turns it until it's again slick with my saliva.


When he starts counting, my eyes widen, and I try to shake my head, no... but the strap binding the gag to the hobble on my ankles prevents me from doing so, and all I succeed in doing is sending a lightning bolt of pain through my neck, instead.


He reaches the count of three and shoves the dildo into my mouth, causing my wide eyes to clench shut tightly as every muscle in my body reacts to the sudden, shocking pain of having my throat penetrated so viciously.


My body's first reaction is to, again, try to expel the foreign object, and I helplessly gag around the dildo for a few moments, but Max makes no effort to remove it from my spasming throat, and instead only holds it in place.  In an effort to clear my airway, my body changes tactics, and I reflexively begin to swallow again and again while trying to gulp air around the rubber cock, my teary, pleading, eyes opening wide and staring up at him as I desperately struggle to breathe...




 

Max: The dildo goes into Missy’s mouth all the way to its base. It’s only five inches long so the head isn’t very deep in her throat but her reaction is huge. She gags and chokes, trying to expel the dildo but when that doesn’t work, she begins swallowing as I told her.


That causes a problem!


The base of the fake cock is small enough to fit into the tube of the gag. I’m holding the last quarter inch between my thumb and forefinger. When Missy swallows, that quarter inch disappears into the hard rubber tube. It slipped out of my fingers and I can’t reach it!


“Missy, breathe through your nose! The dildo isn’t long enough to block your nasal passage.”
 

“BREATHE THROUGH YOUR NOSE!!”


After I raise my voice, it gets through her panic, and I see her draw a shuddering breath through her nose.


“Quit struggling and take a couple of breaths that way… then cough… hard! Do it!”


The force of my voice… issuing no-nonsense commands… overrides her panic and she struggles to do as I say. When she coughs, I’m able to grasp the end of the dildo and slip it out of the tube… and her mouth…!






Simone: I take a huge breath through my mouth when he finally pulls the dildo out, and then I begin coughing uncontrollably for a moment, causing my muscles and joints to scream in pain with each spasm of my body.


'He's trying to KILL me!' I think, sobbing as I gasp for air between coughing fits.


I stare up at him fearfully as I try to regain control of my body and he stares back down at me, waiting patiently for me to get myself together, no doubt so that he can ram the dildo back into my throat again.  I'm desperate to keep this from happening, even though I have no way of preventing it, and when I'm finally able to take a breath without coughing afterward, I immediately begin trying to plead with him to stop...despite the gag, and despite the fact that I know he has no intentions of doing so.







Max: “See Missy, I knew you could do it. We probably shouldn’t use this little one anymore. It’s too easy to lose it. The bigger one will be the real challenge because you won’t be able to breathe when it’s down your throat, not even through your nose. Plus, the big one has this flat base on it so it can’t slip into the tube.”

 
I hold the larger dildo where she can see it. The base has a sort of flap of latex about three inches in diameter. It almost looks like the thing wasn’t trimmed after it was molded, but in this case, that’s a good thing because the flap will prevent it from going too far into the tube!


“This one is almost as big as my cock, so after you get used to it, we’ll go for the real thing. I’ll do this one about three times so you can practice.”


Missy is sobbing and gibbering while I’m talking and while she’s hard to understand, I’m fairly sure I hear that ‘no’ word again. I guess she isn’t enjoying this very much!

 
“OK slave, we’ll do this the same way. Get it good and wet.” Then I put the head of the dildo into the tube and push it part way into her mouth. “Remember to take a deep breath before I say three because you’ll have to hold it until I pull it out again.”


“Ready! 1… 2… 3…” Again, I push the dildo into the tube… and into Missy’s throat. This time, I have to push a little harder before it slides in all the way to the flap on the base.


“OK 1… 2… 3…” I hear a soft wet pop as I pull it back out again…!







Simone: My terrified eyes leave his face and take in the much larger dildo that he is now holding up for me to see. At the thought of it going into my throat... Of not even being able to breathe through my nose, I again try to protest.


 I try to shake my head, no...and when I'm met with that same bolt of pain in my neck as before, I resort to redoubling my efforts to speak. I beg him to stop, crying "no", pleading with him to at least let me try again do this myself... But my words are turned into incomprehensible gibberish by the gag.



 I am overwhelmed by panic when he pushes the dildo into my mouth so that I can lubricate it, and by the time that he counts to three and pushes it down my throat I am wild with fear, and completely forget his instruction to take a deep breath.


I gag violently around the dildo as it invades new depths of my throat, and I struggle to breathe around it.  When he removes it, I take a deep, gasping, breath of air, fight to control another coughing fit and my nausea,  and then immediately launch into another round of babbling pleas for him to stop what he's doing to me.







Max: Missy chokes on the larger dildo and is babbling again as soon as she’s able. I’m about to start counting for the second insertion when I hear the Judge’s voice.


“Max, you are going to have visitors. I’ve asked the guide not to allow the group to interfere. She said she would tell them and to tell you ‘Hi’ for her. It seems you met at the pool this morning. The guide’s name is Claire.”


“Thanks for the heads up Judge.”


“Well Missy, it looks like you’ll have an audience for your next lesson. I’ll wait until they get settled before I start counting again…”







Simone: My pleas take on a new note of desperation as I hear that a group of people are about to enter the dungeon...about to witness me all trussed up and naked on this table...about to witness my shame as I helplessly choke and gag while a fake cock is forced into my mouth and throat...And with no way at all to hide myself from view, I feel horribly exposed and exploited on a level much deeper than I've felt before.


I begin to sob harder when I hear the door to the dungeon open...And then I hear the familiar voice of the woman who'd earlier touched my most private places, and expressed an interest in doing much more, enter the room followed by the mutterings and approaching footsteps of the group that she is now leading.






Claire: "Right this way, people..."  I say, standing off to one side of the dungeon's entrance, motioning for my tour group of ten to step fully into the room so that the door may close behind them.


They mutter quietly amongst themselves, but with a note of impressed excitement as they enter the large room and take a glance at the first rate dungeon that would be available to them at Joy Beach's newest facility.


When the last straggler finally enters, and the door closes behind him, I speak up, raising my voice to be heard amongst the hushed conversations rippling through the crowd.


"Now...As I'm sure you can see...We offer nothing but the best here at Joy Beach. Every piece of equipment, every toy, every device that you see here, is top of the line with no exceptions..."


I slowly lead them deeper into the room, pointing out various objects, bringing their attention to the numerous features and amenities of the dungeon, but I can see their distraction...I feel it myself. It is not lost on any of us, that in the middle of the room, on the high end rape table, there is a Master and his slave at play.


When we draw closer to Max and his slave, both of whom I'd had the pleasure of meeting earlier, I stop and motion for my group to crowd around me. When I'm certain that I have all of their attention, I lower my voice and finally begin to speak.


"Ladies and Gentlemen...Many of you, I'm sure, have noticed that the dungeon is now in use. I have been instructed that we are not to interfere, because this is an actual training session between this particular slave and her Master...but we are granted the privilege of observing... Now, I just ask that each of you stand back and look on quietly, and that any conversations amongst yourselves be kept down to a whisper."


At that, I nod at my group and watch as they disperse, taking up positions around the table, but also making sure to stay far enough back not to be obtrusive. When they are all situated, they attentively wait in hushed silence for the slave's training session to resume.


Finally, I nod at Max, who is smiling over at me, waiting for me to acknowledge that I am ready for him to commence Missy's training. And as he turns his attention back to the beautiful, gagged, slave who is babbling incoherently on the table before him in obvious despair, discomfort, and mortification... I can't help but smile, and look forward to the opportunity of one day, myself, being the cause of the delectable tears that are cascading down her cheeks...


"God, I love my job." I think happily, as Max puts the dildo back into her mouth and begins to count.

[Sprayman]

Max: As Claire brings her group into the dungeon and begins her sales pitch, Missy sobs even more as she tries to speak. With the gag in her mouth, it’s impossible to understand what she’s trying to say. I lean down close to her ear and whisper softly, “Stop this blubbering and straighten up. I don’t want you to embarrass me in front of these people.”

 
Her sobs get even louder. Missy is close to being hysterical. Claire gathers her group a few feet away and smiles and nods to me.

 
“Alright Missy, I’m going to leave it in your throat a little longer. Try to remember to take a breath this time.”


“Ready! 1… 2… 3…” And I bury the dildo in her throat again! Instead of counting out loud, I wait about ten seconds… and pull it out…!






Simone:  I can see them as they take up spots around the table I'm strapped to, jockeying for a better position so that they can more clearly witness my torment. I still can't believe that people like this exist... And now I have the misfortune of being here with them.


I close my eyes to block them out, but I still hear their whispering voices. I can still feel their eyes crawling across my naked skin. I couldn't have stopped crying now if my life depended on it, and I am right in the middle of a self-pitying sob when Max shoves the dildo back into my mouth and down my throat.


The sound of my gagging and choking fills the room for a moment until I reflexively begin to swallow. My panic reaches new heights when Max doesn't pull the dildo out right away, but instead leaves it buried in my throat. I quickly lose what little breath I have, and again begin to choke as I try to take in air. My eyes fly open again, and I begin to struggle in my binds, mindless of the pain this sends through my body. And just as my vision begins to go dim and my struggles weaken from lack of oxygen, he finally pulls it out.


I take a deep, gasping, breath and then the choking sobs resume, as does the pleading. But this time, there are also the excited whisperings of the onlookers to be heard above my cries. I can see the smiles on their faces, their nods of approval as I sputter and moan and beg for mercy; my throat, raw and painfully sore... I can see the coldness and the lack of empathy in their staring eyes, and again I close my own in a feeble attempt to shut them, and everything that is happening to me, out.







Max: Missy isn’t taking a breath as I told her to do and, as a result, is having a much harder time of this than she should. I’ve tried to tell her but she isn’t paying any attention!


“Claire, folks, I’m going to ask you to continue your tour. My slave is nearly hysterical and having an audience is just making her worse. I don’t want her seriously injured but she isn’t listening to my orders any longer and I’m going to have to stop until she settles down. I’m sorry, but I think it best if you leave now.”


Then I unsnap the hobble from the gag buckle and lower Missy’s head to the tabletop while holding the hobble tight. After her head is down, I next release tension on the strap and lower her feet. She’s now lying flat on the rape table.

 
“Missy, you have two minutes to relax and get yourself together. Then we start on the real thing…!”






Claire: "That's quite alright, Max. We have an itinerary to adhere to anyway, and many exciting things left to see...So, group...Let's get moving and leave Max to his training session. You'll all get your chance to experience sessions such as this one, first-hand...Should you decide to visit our new facility as guests! "


I can see and hear the disappointment in missing out on further witnessing the slave's training, rippling through my tour group as I gather them and direct them back toward the dungeon door. I too, am sad to leave, but the difference between them and myself...Is that I'll be seeing Max and Missy again...On more private terms.


When the last person is ushered from the room, I look back at Max, who is waiting for the still shuddering and sobbing slave on the table to calm herself.


"Max, as usual, it was a pleasure. I'll be looking forward to hearing from you regarding what we discussed earlier." I say, letting my eyes travel over Missy's prone body one more time and smiling before leaving the room and letting the door close behind me.






Simone: I keep my eyes closed as Claire gathers her group of perverted onlookers and leads them away. I don't even open them when the dungeon door finally closes behind her and the only sound to be heard in the room are my body racking sobs.


The painful blow delivered to my pride and sense of self-esteem at having a crowd of people actually in the same room, witnessing the horribly humiliating things that Max is doing to me, enjoying my fear, and smiling in the face of my tears, is worse than any of the physical pain I've been forced to endure...And I begin to feel a terrible sense of hopelessness that intermingles with my feelings of being trapped.


I try not to give in to it as I struggle to get my tears and my trembling body under control. I try not to let it get a foothold in my mind...But this is nearly impossible, as the man who is the cause of both my physical and mental torment stands by, patiently waiting for my two minutes of relief to end so that he can relentlessly force his hard cock into my throat in place of the dildo. And as if this isn't enough for my fragile mind to deal with...I also can't ignore the fact that the Judge still watches...His cameras still roll, and my shame and degradation will still be recorded and put on display for the viewing pleasure of all those sick people out there who wish to see it.






Max: “Missy, I’m disappointed with you. I asked you not to embarrass me in front of those people but you did. You weren’t obeying my instructions and you could have been hurt. I don’t give you orders because it’s fun… I do it so you won’t be injured.”


What I’ve just told her is true… for the most part anyway. Of course, I do enjoy giving her orders. Any Master worth the name enjoys giving his slave orders, but I was also trying to prevent damage, so that was true as well.
 

“Listen slave, while I explain this next part. I hope you listen carefully because this is going to be different. For one thing, there won’t be any counting after the first time I shove my cock in your throat. I’ll count the first time… to start you off. After that, you will have to time your breaths with my thrusts. You will only be able to breathe when I pull back. When my cock is in your throat, you’ll have to hold your breath. I’ll start slow but when I get excited, I’ll be moving faster, and you’ll just have to time it right. Either that or not breathe at all.”


“When I cum, I’ll be all the way down your throat. You’ll have to hold your breath then… and swallow. Otherwise… you’ll be in a world of shit…!”


“Now… do you have any questions? Shake your head if you do…!”

 




Simone:  My whimpering sobs fill the room as he speaks and tells me what is about to happen. I remember all too clearly how it felt to have him in my mouth...How it felt to have my throat flooded with his cum...And my stomach churns with revulsion.


On top of the disgust I feel at having him do this to me yet again, is my fear of suffocating with his cock, which is larger than both of the dildos, lodged in my sore and aching throat.


I don't have any questions. I'm painfully clear on what is about to take place...but I take the opportunity to be heard anyway, and I shake my head vigorously while I look up at him and again try to beg him around the gag to stop.






Max: “Well, if you have questions, I guess I’ll have to take the gag off. Otherwise, I won’t be able to understand you.”


Reaching down, I unbuckle the gag and let it drop so Missy can spit it out.


“OK, what don’t you understand? I thought I was pretty clear…”







Simone: I waste no time once the dreadful gag is gone. I immediately clear my sore throat, and then resume begging, my panicked sobs still distorting my words and making them almost as incoherent as they had been when the gag was still in place.


"Please don't...I can't take anymore...My throat...It hurts...I can't do it!...I'm gonna be sick...I'm gonna pass out! Master, please...Don't make me do this, Master! Please...please stop!"  I cry, the words coming out in a desperate pleading rush as I shake my head and stare up into his cold eyes, hoping to see a glimmer of compassion there but, of course, seeing none.






Max: “Damn it Missy, I didn’t take that gag off so you could whine and cry! You said you had a question. I’m going to fuck your face and cum with my cock down your throat. I don’t care what you want… I’m going to do what I want!”


“You think your throat is sore now… I should call that group back and let every one of them fuck your face. Men and women both. I’m positive Claire would love the chance to sit on your face. It doesn’t matter if your throat hurts. If you’d done what I told you, it wouldn’t hurt so much. It doesn’t matter if you pass out because I’ll still fuck your face… and if you get sick… you’ll wish you hadn’t!”


“Now… do you have a question… or are you ready to continue…?”







Simone: Instead of answering, I drop my head back down to the table in defeat, sobbing pitifully; knowing that there is nothing else for me to say and nothing else that I can do to stop him from doing what he wants. I know that this is just another humiliatingly painful thing that I will have no choice but to endure, and I close my teary eyes and pray that it'll be over quickly.







Max: “I guess you don’t have a question after all. Keep up this stalling and I may get angry. I’m pretty sure you don’t want me angry with what’s about to happen!”


Reaching down, I pick up the tube gag, and am pleasantly surprised when Missy slowly opens her mouth before I give her the order. I guess she’s resigned to what’s coming!


It only takes a moment to refasten the gag on her head. Then I take the hobble strap with one hand and the gag strap with the other, pull her head and feet toward each other, and reconnect the hobble to the gag’s buckle again. Missy groans as the position strains her neck and shoulders for the second time. Then I use the crank on the rape table to adjust Missy’s face at the height of my pelvis.


As I’m undressing, I tell her, “Don’t forget to time your breathing slave. Don’t expect me to stop when I’m excited.”


Missy looks up at me with woeful tear-filled eyes as I get in position. My cock isn’t fully hard and slides easily into the tube. Moving it back and forth slightly, I tell her, “Lick it good slave. You want it nice and wet!”


Her warm breath and wet tongue cause my cock to swell to full hardness in only a few seconds!


“Ready slave… here we go! 1… 2… 3… Then I slowly shove my cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat, until my pelvis is pressed tight to the gag in her mouth…!







Simone: 'It'll be over quickly...Just let it be over quickly...Please let it be over quickly...' I pray, the words becoming a mantra of sorts in my head...Something to keep me from giving in to the overwhelming number of emotions threatening to consume me as he gags me, binds me, positions me, and then begins to undress in front of me.

I repeat the mantra again and again, screaming it in my head as he steps up to the table and aims his cock at the gag that is holding my mouth open wide for him. When he slides it through the hole of the gag,  I groan and wrinkle my face in disgust as I move my tongue from side to side; not in an effort to lubricate his cock, but in a last ditch effort to avoid it.

My tongue swipes across the head and brushes the underside of his shaft as he moves it in and out of the gag, and I can feel it getting harder and harder by the second.

The cries in my head reach a fever pitch when he starts counting, and I try to stop sobbing long enough to take a breath before he shoves his cock into my throat. I manage to take in a little air when he gets to three, but instead of slamming his cock in quickly as he'd done with the dildos he pushes it in slowly and I gag on every throbbing inch that slides in. My body prompts me to swallow, and I do, only to begin choking on him. In a blind panic at the prospect of choking to death, I begin trying to pull back and turn my head away, mindless of the pain and strain this puts on my hyper-extended neck...only concerned with getting him out of my throat so that I can breathe again.






Max: With my cock buried in her throat, Missy swallows several times and then begins to choke and struggle. She can’t move much but the constrictions of her throat as she swallows convulsively feel heavenly. Her struggles become violent and I’m worried that she’ll hurt her neck… perhaps seriously!


Drawing back until only the head remains in her mouth flailed by her thrashing tongue, I pause long enough for her to take two shuddering breaths. Besides, her tongue feels just as wonderful as the throat contractions did!


Then, with only moderate resistance, I slide it smoothly back into the depths of her throat…!







Simone: I immediately gasp for air when he withdraws from my throat. I try to push him the rest of the way out of my mouth using my tongue, but only succeed in coating it with the salty precum that is now dripping from the head of his engorged cock. My tongue recoils from the taste of it and I again try to tell myself that, 'it'll be over quickly...It has to be over quickly', as I take another deep, sobbing, breath.

After that last intake of air, he surges forward, and again, slowly buries his entire length into my spasming throat. After gagging around it for a few seconds, I again begin to swallow, and then to choke, and then again to swallow harder and more frantically, as my air supply begins to run out...





Max: My second thrust feels every bit as good to my cock as the first one did! Missy chokes and then swallows several times but soon is choking, gagging, and swallowing convulsively even more than the first time. She also begins struggling, so I pull back once more, allowing her to breathe. I can feel the tension starting to build in the pit of my belly as my climax starts to build.


“Missy, you’ll have to do better than this. Lucky for you, I’m not too excited yet, and can take the time to let you catch up. That won’t last very long though, so you need to get this right. Breathe through your nose. Don’t even try to breathe through your mouth. When you feel my cock start moving out of your throat, take a breath right away through your nose... as quick as you can. If I’m still moving out, take another breath.”


“As soon as my cock starts in, you better have air in your lungs, so you can hold your breath again. This is all up to you. I’m going to give you a few more seconds to relax. Then I’m going to fuck your throat for real… and I’m not going to stop until I cum…!

 





Simone: I hear him talking as I cough and gasp for breath after he pulls out of my throat. The last things I want are his instructions on how to do this...I want him to stop! But I know that he won't. I also know that the only thing that will help me through this, without damaging my throat or choking to death when he starts thrusting, is to follow his awful directions. And as I look up at his face and feel the steady throb of his shaft against my tongue, I try to force back my panic and mentally prepare myself for his next inevitable thrust into my throat.


I fight back my sobs and calm myself as much as I can in the few moments that he is giving me, and when he moves his hips forward and I again feel him filling my mouth and forcing his way into my throat, I remember to take a deep breath through my nose when he starts to slide back in.






Max: This time when I start my thrust into her throat, I hear and feel Missy take a deep breath. Maybe she’ll manage this after all. I briefly press my pelvis against the front of the tube gag before slowly pulling back once more. I hear her draw another breath as the head of my cock leaves her throat. It seems she is getting the knack of this, even though she gags and swallows spasmodically each time I push down her throat.


“You’re doing better slave. Just keep it up.”


I set up a slow rhythm of thrusts and withdrawals, pausing briefly with the head in her mouth every couple of thrusts. She still gags every time I plunge into her throat but isn’t choking as much now. The feeling of her swallowing is like her throat is milking my cock. It’s a feeling I never get enough of and wish would never have to end.


It always does however, and the end is getting closer with every thrust. The tension in my stomach is growing quickly.



“Missy, things are going to speed up a little. Try to keep up…!”







Simone: I whimper when he says this. I'm barely keeping up as it is! My throat is raw and burning, my stomach hurts from all the heaving, and my neck and back are screaming in pain.


 I want this to be over, even if it means swallowing his filthy cum. At least I know that will be the end of it...and all I want is for this pain and misery to stop.








Max: I know Missy won’t believe it, but I’m trying to allow her to breathe by going slowly. As my climax builds, that gets more difficult with every thrust and I can feel myself beginning to speed up! I make a conscious effort to slow my thrusts but Missy seems to be hurrying me along. If my cock is in her throat, she swallows hard and fast, milking the full length of my shaft. If I pull back, and only the head is in her mouth, her tongue is moving and caressing the most sensitive spots.

 

Without realizing it, my thrusts are shorter and quicker and more of my cock is staying in her throat. The first indication something is wrong is when she begins choking again and tries unsuccessfully to pull away. My cock is twitching and swelling, only moments away from climaxing, but I pull back, almost out of the gag and let her take a breath.

 
Then holding her head between my hands, I drive my hips forward, all the way, until I can’t go deeper! My cock spasms and shoots a spurt of hot cum directly down her throat… and then another… and another…!







Simone: My tear-filled eyes stretch even wider as I squeal with surprise and pure disgust when I feel the hot jets of his cum splashing against the back of my sore, spasming throat.


 I had barely gotten the chance to draw a breath before he'd grabbed the sides of my head and then slammed back into my throat, so now I again find myself struggling to breathe, and helplessly choking, not only on his wildly pulsating cock, but also on the thick load of semen that is sliding down the back of my throat and into my churning belly.







Max: The peak of my climax is past before I remember to draw out of Missy’s throat and open her airway. The last of my cum is splashed on her tongue. I hear her draw a gasping breath and then another but she’s still choking as well.


“I’m not taking it all the way out until you clean me up. I don’t want to drip on the floor so put your tongue to work. That’s part of your job… keeping my cock clean…!”







Simone: The taste of him immediately fills my mouth when he pulls his cock from my throat and his cum falls on my thrashing tongue. I gag with revulsion as I gasp for air, swallowing and choking between anguished sobs.


'Just do it so this can be over..." I think miserably, when he tells me that I have to clean him up before he removes his softening cock from my mouth.


 I close my eyes, fighting back wave after wave of nausea as the tears stream down my face and I reluctantly swipe my tongue across the head of his cock until it's no longer leaking cum.







Max: After a few breaths and her choking subsides, Missy reluctantly cleans my cock. She isn’t very thorough but she does make an attempt. After a minute, I let my now limp cock slip out of the gag.


“Alright Missy, I guess that will do. Let me unfasten you so you can sit up.”


Once again, I unsnap the hobble from the gag’s buckle and lower her head and feet back to the tabletop. Then I remove the gag from her mouth and begin loosening the cargo straps holding her tightly to the table. In a minute, she’s free and I lift her into a sitting position.


“There slave, that wasn’t too bad for your first time. You didn’t even faint. You need a lot more training though. Next time, I’ll have to get a couple of other men to help me train you. The dildos are ok but you need a real cock to learn proper technique. It’s also better without the gag so you can learn to use your tongue. I’m not quite ready to trust you without it yet, but I don’t think you’d bite a stranger.”

 
“Or would you…?”





Simone:  I close my mouth slowly when Max takes off the gag. The aching in my jaw isn't as bad as it had been this morning when the gag was removed, but the soreness is still there to some extent.  However, it is nothing compared to the soreness in my throat.


I sit at the end of the table where he'd positioned me, my head hanging low as I sob with humiliation; unable to bring myself to even look at him, after what he'd just done to me...And I can't help but to grimace at the now familiar, lingering, metallic taste of his cum in my mouth each time I swallow.


At the mention of him bringing more men in to help train me, though, I look up at him, shaking my head in disbelief and horror, unable to even form the words to express how horrific the idea is to me...How I absolutely would try to bite him, and whoever else was foolish enough to try and do what he'd just done to me without a gag to prevent me from doing so.


"I..I-" I stammer, trying to answer his question but not knowing what to say, not knowing whether to tell him what he wants to hear, or tell him the truth to prevent him from doing what he's planning.

Unsure of what to do or even how to feel, I finally give up and lower my head again, sobbing in shame, and confusion and pain.
 





Max: “At a loss for words? Or is it that you have a sore throat? Never mind, I’ll be using the gag for a while yet. I’m pretty sure Tony from the pool will help me and maybe that Arabic man Bahir.”


“Or… I could always ask for the room service slaves again. Probably not the blond though. He might blame you for his whipping. He wouldn’t be a good one to train you!”
 

“I’m sure I can find a few men… unless you’d rather I ask Security to loan us some dogs. I know you wouldn’t bite a dog… he’d bite back…!”

 
Missy looks devastated. She’s sobbing uncontrollably and constantly shaking her head no. She seems almost hysterical. I need to keep the pressure on but maybe change the subject.

 
“Oh, while I’m thinking about it, we need to get your slave mark put on you. It will be small… about the size of a dime… where do you think I should put it? Most slaves pick a private area… so the mark isn’t visible. A lot of those private areas are very sensitive though… and the branding iron will be red hot…!”






Simone: My sobs become more and more uncontrollable as he mentions further training me in giving blowjobs, with the men we'd met earlier...with the slaves... with the dogs.


Then, just when I think it can't get any worse, he brings up branding. As if the prospect of having to be pierced with needles isn't bad enough...Now he wants to actually burn a mark into my skin??


My eyes dart around the room, as if trying to find somewhere to run and hide; some way to escape this line of questioning, and the fact that being branded will now, most likely, be a reality I'll end up having to face one day soon. He studies me closely, his blue eyes roaming my features, looking for an answer to the question he'd just asked...And I finally force my bruised vocal chords to cooperate, and answer him even though I still don't know what to possibly say.


"I don't know where to put it, Master...I don't want to be branded! Please..." I cry hoarsely, " I-I don't know...I don't know!"
 






Max: “Well, it doesn’t really matter. I’ll decide where to put your slave mark. I just thought you might have some idea where you’d like it to be.”

 
“Another thing we have to think about too. You’ve been gone from school for about a day and a half. At some point I guess someone will miss you. I don’t mind capturing slaves but I really hate worrying their families. It’s just not right.”


“We’ll have to think about contacting your parents and letting them know you’re OK. I don’t care about the college or your friends but I do want to contact your parents. We should get you to write out an email for them or do a voice message. Nothing fancy, just that you’ve decided to quit school and travel for a while. See the world sort of thing… have some fun… wild parties… drugs… sex… all the usual stuff.”
 

“Of course, we’ll include the DVD that the Judge made. You know… the one of you stripping down and us making out naked in your room yesterday. That way they can see you’re fine and having fun. We should do that now I guess because you may not be in the mood after your punishment.”


“Do you think an email is best… or an audio message…?”

[Chocolate Thai]

Simone: At the mention of my family, of actually being able to contact them and keep my father from possibly worrying himself to death about me, I feel a surge of hope and I again look up at him.


 My chest hitches with sobs as I nod in agreement with his idea of writing them or sending them a message...But I quickly begin to shake my head when he mentions me telling them that I'm out doing drugs and having sex...and then, to top it all off, he talks about sending them that awful video of the two of us making out completely naked!


I can't let him send that...I can't have my family seeing me like that. It would kill my father emotionally if not physically, not to mention how disappointed and hurt my mother and my brothers would be to see me acting that way...So, I clear my sore throat, wincing at the pain there and the taste of him still in my mouth...and I try to reason with him as best as I can.


"Please don't send that video...I told the Judge, I can make a new one...I'll smile on it and say I'm having fun...I'll convince them that I'm okay...but please don't send that other video. My father is sick...It'll make him feel even worse to see me like that. Master, please. Can I just make a new one?






Max: “I don’t think you understand. In about ten days, I’m going home, and you’re going with me. I doubt I’ll have any problems but you never know. I have lots of friends on the police force and I own a Security company with great connections, but I have to cover my ass every way possible.”

 
“If you sent your folks a message and no video, you can always claim I kidnapped you and forced you to send the message. But if you send them a message and the video… I doubt any court would convict me. The video shows you really having fun… adult fun… and it sure looks like you were a willing and active participant.”


“Like I said, I don’t expect any trouble, but after your folks see the real you… caught on film so to speak… I doubt they’ll say a word to the cops. By then, you’ll be trained and you won’t say anything either.”


“So you see… your folks… and the school too… will get your ‘dropping out’ message… and a cute little DVD to prove it…!”






Simone: All I can do is stare at him and shake my head in denial of what he's saying and what he's planning to do.  I'm overcome with embarrassment and humiliation just thinking about what the reactions of my friends and loved ones will be to seeing that doctored image of me.


I also shake my head in denial of the fact that I'll ever see a police officer or anyone else who I'm sure isn't a member of this sick facility, and not scream my head off about being kidnapped, raped and tortured. I plan on letting anyone and everyone know what he's been doing to me as soon as I possibly can. Once the truth comes out, then my parents will understand the video...


'I just hope they don't give up on me in the meantime...' I think sadly, lowering my head again and fighting back more tears.






Max: “On the other hand, we can discuss making another video. You’d have to be very convincing though. No tears or sobbing or anything like that and you’d have to say everything I tell you to say. I couldn’t take the chance of you saying the wrong thing.”


“In fact, I’ll write you a script and you can practice first. Oh, one more thing… you won’t be wearing any clothes. You don’t get clothes until we go home…”





Simone:  I think about what he's offering for a moment, and I quickly weigh the pros and cons of each option. I'm not sure what it is that he would want me to say in this script that he would write. I'm sure it will probably be something to embarrass me...But would that be as bad as actually having my loved ones witness me stripping and acting like a whore with some strange man?  No...I don't think so, and I would still get a chance to show my parents that I'm alive and hopefully spare my father some heartache.  The main thing that bothers me about his idea, though, is having them see that I'm naked...


"Can I at least only be shown from the neck, up?? Please...I can learn what you want me to say, Master, and I'll say it however you want me to...I just don't want my parents and friends to know that I'm...naked." I say, and then add softly,   "I don't want them to see me this way..."






Max: “Good grief, you mean your parents haven’t ever seen you naked. I don’t believe that! As for your friends… I doubt you’ll ever see any of them again… so what difference will it make. You can be sitting down. That way all they’ll see are your tits.”

 
I can see Missy is hoping for more but I have to keep the pressure up. She won’t give in on this… I don’t expect her to… but I won’t make it easy for her!


“If you don’t want them seeing your tits, I’ll just send the DVD we already have. That would be easier anyway…”






Simone: I stare at him incredulously for a moment. No, my parent's haven't seen me naked! Not since there was anything to be seen at least! How can he even think such a thing

"Master, please!!" I cry. "They haven't seen me naked since I was a little girl...and my brothers and the rest of my family...they've never seen me naked at all!  Please...just let me do it from at least the shoulders up...Please!!"





Max: “Damn, I can’t believe no one in your family has seen you naked… at least since you grew tits. Did you undress for the guys you fucked?”


“Judge, do you have anyone that can take dictation? I’m going to think up a script for Missy to read. She’ll need to practice before we try to record this video. I hate to put you to the trouble but she wants to record a new video. I guess she doesn’t like the one you already made.”


“Let me check Max. I’m sure someone can do it. Yes, one of my assistants says she can. She will type it here in the office and I’ll send a copy up to you. Just tell her when to start.”


“Thanks Judge, let me think for a minute.”

 
“Missy, we’ll only make one video and send it to everyone. Your family… school,,, everyone! What do you want to say…?”








Simone: This, at least, is an easy question for me to answer. It's something I've thought about often, since yesterday when the Judge first told me that it would be possible to send a message to my family.


"I would tell them that I'm okay...that I've decided to take a semester off from classes to go traveling with some friends from school. I'd tell them that I was fine, and...And that I was having a good time...And I would tell them not to worry, that my friends and I are pooling our money to share expenses...And that I have everything I need, but that I'll get in contact with them if I need anything else while I'm away ...And I would tell them that I love them...And that I miss them..." I say.


"I promise...I won't cry, Master...I'll smile and act like I'm having a great time...I can make them believe me, I swear...They won't believe me if I'm naked, though....they know I'd never do that!"








Max: “OK, I think I have the idea. How about something like this…”

 
“Hi everyone,

 I just wanted to let you know I’m fine and having lots of fun. I decided school was a drag, so I dropped out and went on a road trip with this guy I met. He’s a hunk and is keeping me busy and… satisfied… if you know what I mean!”

 “Don’t know how long we’ll be gone. Not even sure where we are right now but it’s warm and sunny and has a great topless beach. Lots of good Tequila too.”

 “Don’t worry about me and don’t expect me to call unless I need money. For now everything’s good on that score though. I’m cocktail waitressing in a nude bar and the tips are unbelievable. Wish I had some place to carry them but you can’t have everything I guess.”

“Love you all.”

 
“I made up the part about you being a cocktail waitress but all the rest is true. How does that sound…?”







Simone: I blink up at him dumbly for a moment, completely horror stricken at what he's proposing for me to tell my parents. Telling them things like that would be almost as bad as having them see me grinding my naked body up against his!


"I-I can't say that...I can't tell them...that I ran away with some guy I just met and he's keeping me... satisfied..." I say, narrowing my eyes and spitting out the word as if it were something vile. "And then...You...You want me to say I'm a waitress in a nude bar???" I say shaking my head and looking up at him in disbelief.

"You said that you don't like to worry families, Master...Well, this would worry my family to death! Can't we come up with something else??"



 



Max: “Yeah, you’re probably right. This is way too much trouble anyway. We’ll just use the original recording and maybe the Judge can add some of the stuff with the Violet wand. You know… when you had that great orgasm! That would show your family you were having a good time and we wouldn’t have to worry about adding a message.”


“Judge, do you have some video from the Violet wand action you could add?”
 

“Of course Max, We have an edited DVD that runs for about thirty minutes. It shows Missy having both orgasms. It would be very simple and quick to combine the two.”


“Thanks Judge.”

 
“See Missy, that’s the easiest way to do it. You won’t even need to record a message…!”






Simone: The word 'no' immediately springs to my mind and my lips at the mention of the wand, and the painfully shameful episode that had occurred earlier in his bedroom. I get the word halfway out of my mouth and then choke it back when I see the beginnings of a frown forming on his face. I remember all too clearly what he'd threatened to do to me if I tell him no again.


I can't let him send that to them...they wouldn't understand...I don't even understand how something like that could have happened, how I could have allowed it to happen, no matter what he had done...No, I can't let him send that...I can't have my parents hating me as much as I hate myself...


"Please don't send that...I'll learn your script...I'll say what you want me to say." I say softly, again trying to push back my tears and the hopeless feeling that is threatening to rise again, and overwhelm me.







Max: “Well, I don’t know… it would be easier just to send the DVD. You heard the Judge. He said it would be easy… and there’s no sense making you learn something you don’t like. It’s obvious you didn’t like my idea!”


I put a little petulance in my voice when I say that.

 
“Besides… now you’re crying again. That’s damn near all you do. And you almost said ‘no’ again too. You barely caught yourself. Maybe that guy at the pool was right… maybe I’m being too easy on you!

 

“How in hell do you expect to make a video for your family bawling like a baby…?”








Simone: "But I didn't!, "I didn't say it!..." I reply, my voice becoming more shrill, straining my sore throat as my anxiety increases at the thought of him using any of the tactics the man at the pool had suggested.


"And I'm trying..I'm trying not to cry...But..." I stop for a moment, struggling to get my emotions in check, thinking of what I can say to pacify him so that I can have a chance to make and send the least offensive video possible to my family.


Finally when I can keep the tremor of tears and frustration from my voice I resume speaking.


"You're right...I'm sorry, Master... I'll try harder not act like a baby." I say, meeting his eyes. "I did like your script, and I know that I can do it...Can we try it? Please?"






Max: “No, you didn’t say it but you came damn close. Alright, I guess we can try the script thing and maybe I can lighten it up a little too.”


“Judge, have your lady get ready to type. Here we go…”

 
“Hi everyone,

 I just wanted to let you know I’m fine and having lots of fun. I decided school was a drag, so I dropped out and went on a road trip with this guy I met. He’s a hunk and is keeping me busy and happy… if you know what I mean!”

 “Don’t know how long we’ll be gone. Not even sure where we are right now but it’s warm and sunny and has a great beach. Lots of good Tequila too.”

 “Don’t worry about me and don’t expect me to call unless I need money. For now everything’s fine on that score. The guy I’m with has enough cash for both of us.”

“Love you all.”


“End it.”

 
“There slave, now it’s all true… I took out the part about the job. Do you think you can get through that without breaking down and bawling…?”







Simone: I breathe a huge sigh of relief when I hear the new version of the script he wants me to follow.

"Yes, yes I can get through that." I say, nodding eagerly "Thank you, Master."







Max: “OK, we’ll give it a try. If you mess it up, we’ll just send the DVD… that’s probably what we should do anyway.”


“Judge, where’s a good place for Missy to sit? She has this big problem about anyone seeing her tits, so you’ll have to get a head and shoulders shot.”


“Try the bench where she sat eating this morning,” the Judge replied. “I can pan the camera in so it only shows her from the shoulders up.”


“OK Missy, go sit at the table where you were this morning. We’ll do a couple of practices as soon as the script gets here. Take a towel so you can wipe your face…!”







Simone: I carefully scoot off of the table and hobble over to the bench where the towels are located. Bending slightly so that I can pick one up in my restrained right hand, I snag the towel on the stack closest to me and then head over to the bench where Max and I had eaten breakfast earlier. When I reach it, I take a seat on the bench and slide over until I am seated in the middle and wait patiently for Max to come over and free one of my hands so that I can wipe my face, and also wait for the script to be delivered so that I can start practicing what it is he wants me to say.





Max: I watch as Missy slides off the table and shuffles to a stack of towels. She manages to pick one up, and then shuffles to the table where we ate this morning. Once she’s seated, I turn and go to the door of the dungeon. As efficient as the Judge is, I’m sure the script will arrive soon. I’m still nude but that doesn’t concern me here.


In about a minute, I hear the lock of the door release and a female slave enters. She sees me and hands me a sheet of paper. “Here is what you asked for Master,” she says softly. Then she looks around the dungeon, shudders, and leaves quickly. Apparently, the room holds bad memories for her.


Returning to my slave, I put the sheet of paper in front of her.


“Missy, I’m going to release your hand so you can wipe your eyes and straighten your hair. When you’re done, put the towel on the bench next to you and put your hand back at your waist. You’ll be restrained while the video is recorded, so you can’t make any secret gestures to your family.”


While I’m speaking, I step behind her, rubbing my flaccid cock on her bare back intentionally as I lean down and release her left hand. When her hand is loose, I step back away from her.


The Judge’s voice issues from the wall in front of Missy.


“Look toward the sound of my voice and don’t move around on the bench slave. I’m going to adjust the camera for where you are sitting now.”


Missy looks toward the wall and a few seconds later the Judge says, “Good, as long as you don’t move, the camera will show you from the shoulders up. The rest of the room will be out of focus except for the area right behind you and there’s nothing there that will upset your family.”


The area directly behind Missy is open for several feet and then there is a set of horizontal bars that look like gymnastic equipment. They actually are intended to bend a woman’s body and restrain her, bent at the waist, for rear entry but there is nothing to indicate the function to an observer.


Of course... I’m directly behind her too…








Simone: I carefully wipe my mouth and my face with the soft towel, all the time wishing I could reach back and wipe off the spot where he'd rubbed his filthy cock against my back, but he's watching me intently and I don't dare give him a reason to send the other video instead of bothering with this one.


When I'm done cleaning my face, I put the towel in my lap, and rake my fingers through my hair until the strands are smoothed and neat. I then lower my eyes to the sheet of paper in front of me and mouth the words of the script silently, as I practice how to lie to everyone I love, and tell them I'm safe and happy and having a wonderful time with the man who has actually helped turn my life into a living nightmare.








Max: “Alright Missy, if you’re done primping, put your hand down by the belt and let me hook you up again. Then I want you to read it out loud so I can listen to how it sounds. I may want to change it a little if it doesn’t sound right.”


She lowers her hand to her side, and I step closer so I can reattach the cuff to the belt. After it’s connected, I stand up, put my hands on her shoulders, and press my cock against her back.


“OK, read through it and let’s see how it sounds…”








Simone: I can't help but to grimace when he touches me, and I feel repulsed by the feeling of his cock, still feeling slightly damp from my saliva, pressed up against my naked back.  I try to ignore these feelings though, as I clear my sore throat and speak the words on the page in front of me, aloud.  I put as much lightheartedness into my voice as I can muster, even managing to force a smile a few times as I read through the script.


When I am done, I lean forward slightly, to break the contact between his cock and my back, and mask my intentions by partly turning in my seat to look up at him and ask, "Was that okay, Master? If not, I'm sure I can do better on the next try..."







Max: “I don’t know… you don’t sound very happy… and your voice is kind of rough. Maybe you need something to drink. You sound like you swallowed something that didn’t agree with you!”


“Do you want a drink…?”







Simone: I wince at his comment, but I nod in agreement with his offer for a drink. I can still taste him in my mouth, and I would love a chance to rid myself of the lingering traces of his cum.


"Yes, Master...I'd like a drink." I say, gratefully.








Max: “OK, Judge, she likes OJ. Send her up a screwdriver please… and I’ll take a diet Coke.”
 

I’m pretty sure Missy doesn’t want alcohol but she didn’t specify. I’m betting she’ll drink damn near anything to get the taste out of her mouth! She remembered not to use the ‘no’ word too. Let’s see if she just drinks it…


“Meanwhile slave, turn around and try it again. Try thinking happy thoughts this time…”







Simone:  I frown when he orders me a screwdriver. I'm not a big drinker, and the fact that I haven't eaten anything since breakfast means that the alcohol will hit me like a ton of bricks.


I contemplate asking him to just give me a glass of water, but I don't want him to rescind the offer completely if I don't take what he's ordered, so I say nothing and obediently turn around in my seat, and clear my throat to try the script again.


Before I can start reading, he steps in close to me and again presses his cock into my back, this time rubbing it up against my skin as it crawls in response to the unwanted touch. I try to block it out and I begin reading the script, forcing more smiles and happiness into my voice this time.


As I read the first part of the script, I feel like I'm doing well, despite the fact that Max is still rubbing up against me as if trying to distract me on purpose. But My efforts to block him out come to a halt when I get to the sentence about not knowing when I will be back home, and he slides his hands down from shoulders to my tits. I gasp lightly when his hands surround them and cup them gently, and I stop speaking for a moment; my mind torn between trying to figure out how to pull away from him, and trying to finish the script in front  of me.







Max: “What’s wrong? You were doing pretty well there at the beginning. You can’t just stop in the middle when the Judge is filming.”


Actually, Missy could stop almost any time. The Judge edits the video and does a professional job of it. Taking my hands off her tits and moving away a step, I hear the door open behind me.


Looking over my shoulder, I see the slave that delivered the script. This time she has a drink tray in her hands. She sees Missy and I and moves quickly to the table.

 
“Just leave the tray… put it on the table.”

 
“Yes Master,” she murmurs, as she puts the tray down, turns and almost runs to the door.


“There’s your drink. Get some… then try it one more time. Try not to pause and maybe it will be good enough. If it is… we’ll do one with the camera rolling…!”






Simone: I look over longingly at the drink for a moment and then return my gaze to his. He lets out a short, mean, laugh and then picks up the glass and brings it to my lips. He presses the rim of the glass to my lips tightly and when I part them, he tips the glass quickly and I end up taking a much larger gulp of the alcohol than I'd anticipated.
However, the taste of the strong drink completely eradicates the metallic taste of his cum, and I lick my lips gratefully as I thank him.


He lowers the glass to the table and steps back from me again. The coolness of the drink soothes my sore throat somewhat and the next time I deliver the script, my voice is much smoother and my delivery is also better since he maintains the distance between us and doesn't touch me. When I'm done, I look back at him, my eyebrows raised in silent question of if my performance that time was good enough.


He nods in answer and steps back over to me. Without my asking, he picks up the glass and brings it back to my lips. I try to take a smaller sip this time, but again end up taking a gulp. I don't complain to him, but I can already feel the effects of the first swallow I'd taken creeping up on me, and I know that if he tries to give me any more, I'll have to refuse it, or else my words will begin to slur.





 

Max: By feeding Missy her drink, instead of putting the available straw in it, I’ve managed to get almost half of it in her in less than two minutes. I don’t know how much of a drinker she is but I do know that the bar here mixes strong drinks. It will be fun to see if there is any effect!


Enough games with that though, so I pick the straw up off the tray, remove the wrapper, and put it in her glass. I also take a swallow of my soda.


“There slave, now you can get your own drinks. That last try was pretty good. I think it’s time to start the camera. Get yourself one more drink and we’ll get started.”


“Judge, I think you can run the camera now.”


As I speak, I step back and to the side, so I’m not standing directly behind Missy. She leans down and sips through the straw but doesn’t swallow much. I’m also certain that the camera has been running the whole time. Probably several cameras!


The Judge’s voice issues from the one speaker in front of my slave. “Max, the camera is rolling. Slave, you can begin your message when you are ready.”


Missy looks up, clears her throat, and begins to speak. As she does, I move from the side until I’m directly behind her, press my cock into her back and replace my hands on her shoulders. When she feels my touch, she flinches, but manages to keep speaking.


Then… when she reaches the same line… the one that starts ‘Don’t know how long…’ I slide my hands slowly down over her tits… rubbing both of her suddenly hardening nipples… before cupping them in my palms…!






Simone: I can't repress a shudder of revulsion and outrage as his fingers play over my nipples, and then his hands again, cup my breasts. My smile falters but I don't stop reciting the script. The strain in my voice, however, is evident.



 I should have known. I should have anticipated he'd do something like this while I was making the video for my family.

Having him in the video with me, obviously naked, and touching me is bad enough...But to have him treating my breasts like his private playthings on camera for my parents to see is nearly unbearable. All I can do is hope and pray that the camera really is showing me from only the shoulders up and his hands on my tits won't be visible to my loved ones.

 






Max: “I don’t know Missy. You started off pretty good again but you seem to have trouble about half way through almost every time.”


“Judge, I hate to be a nuisance but is there a monitor here we could watch that on. I don’t know if it’s good enough to send. We may decide to go with the DVD you already have and you could tack on the Violet wand sequence you mentioned.”


“Yes Max, there is,” the Judge replies, as a flat screen descends from the ceiling. “Give me just a minute to edit and I’ll play it for you.”


A few moments later, the screen lights, showing Missy’s head and shoulders down almost to the swell of her tits. The background, except for the horizontal bars is blurred and indistinguishable.

 
As she begins to speak, my body can be seen, from chest to knees, as I step in behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. Her flinch is barely visible.  However, my hands are perfectly visible as they slide down and then disappear from view. Missy’s face goes tense and her smile disappears when my hands do! Her voice also changes at the same time.
 

Anyone watching the DVD would have to be an idiot or blind not to know where the invisible hands are… or what they are doing…!


“Well Missy, what do you think? It isn’t great. You look sort of… tense there at the end but you did manage to follow the script.”


“Would you want to send this DVD… or the one you’ve already seen with some of the Violet wand added…?”







Simone: The video is horrible, but it could be much worse.


Although it's obvious that I'm naked as is Max, and it's also obvious that his hands are on my tits toward the end of the video; at least I can find some measure of comfort in the fact that the Judge had only filmed me from the shoulders up as discussed, and my loved ones wouldn't actually see me naked...Compared to the other video Max wants to make and send, this is clearly the better choice.


"This one, Master. I'd like to send the one we just made."  I reply.







Max: “Well… if you’re sure it’s OK. You did sort of frown there toward the end and your voice sounded a little funny… but if you’re happy with it… I guess it will do. At least you read everything on the script.”


“Judge, could you please send copies to Missy’s family, the college dean’s office, and the Student Union forum website. At least some of her friends should see it there. I’m sure you have some way to send them so they can’t be traced.”
 

“Certainly Max, we have a third party mail drop in New York City. They won’t be able to trace them from there.”
 

“Thanks Judge.”

 
The entire time I'm talking, I keep my cock against Missy's back. My hands have been busy massaging her tits and now I begin rolling and gently pinching her erect nipples. She has no place to go and can't avoid my touch!


“Missy… is there anyone else you want to send a copy. And are you sure you don’t want to send the first DVD to the Student Union website too? Maybe your family wouldn’t like it but I’m sure your friends would… the guys anyway…!”







Simone: My skin is crawling and I find myself squirming uncomfortably under his teasing caress, the alcohol seeming to magnify the sensation, as well as intensify my level of disgust. My displeasure at having him touching me is obvious on my face and I lower my head, in an attempt to hide it.


"No, Master..." I reply, my voice strained as I force myself to stay as still as possible while he fondles my hard nipples. "There's no one else...And yes, I'm sure I don't want to send the first DVD..."







Max: “OK then, I guess that will do it on the DVD’s Judge. Missy doesn’t want to include the other one.”

 
Missy is squirming on the bench from my manipulation of her nipples. I’m sure the alcohol is having some effect as well. I’m enjoying the feel of her soft full tits and the firm nipples but it’s too soon to have any effect on my cock. Never the less, I begin rubbing it on the smooth skin of her back again. It may not make me hard but it still feels good.


Letting go of one tit, I reach out and pick up my cola, taking a long swallow before putting it down. Then I cup Missy’s tit again… with my wet cold hand!


“Missy, you haven’t touched your drink since you finished your message. You’ve contacted your parents and school. You should feel relieved to know they won’t worry.”


“So finish your drink… bottoms up…!”







Simone: I flinch badly and shy away from his cold, wet, hand when he returns it to my tit, and I grit my teeth with the effort to remain as still as possible and not scream at him to stop. Every nerve in my body demands that I shrug off his unwanted touch and move as far away from him as possible to put an end to it completely...But even with the alcohol making the edges of my mind fuzzy I know that it would be a bad idea...So instead, I sit in silence and continue to squirm in discomfort.


I do know, however, that I can't stomach anymore alcohol, and when he tells me to finish the strong drink in front of me, I keep my head down and softly reply,


"I don't want anymore to drink, Master.... I've had enough."







Max: “Hmm… maybe I didn’t make myself clear slave. That wasn’t a suggestion… it was an order!”


As I say the word ‘order’, I take Missy’s erect nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of my hands and slowly start to squeeze…!







Simone: A whimper that quickly turns into a cry of pain erupts from my lips as the pressure he's putting on my nipples slowly begins to increase.  I quickly lean forward and take a big sip of the drink through the straw that is resting in the glass, followed by another and another until the glass is empty. I sit back quickly when I'm done giving my body a slight twist as I do, in an effort to shake off his fingers but they still remain, and I can feel my panic at the thought having him painfully tormenting my nipples again, begin to rise.


"I'm done, Master...I finished it...I'm done!" I cry in a high pitched voice.







Max: As Missy cries that she’s finished her drink, I release the pressure on her nipples but continue to roll, squeeze, and tug them gently. While I did put pressure on them… enough to cause some pain… I didn’t put any more on them as soon as she took the first drink.


“Did I hurt your nipples slave? Would you like me to kiss them all better…?”






Simone: The word, "NO!" is halfway out of my mouth before I can reign it back in. Then to cover this mistake up, I start to shake  my head, 'no'...But my fuzzy mind remembers that I can't do this either...And I begin to nod instead, but quickly realize that this also isn't right, because the last thing I want him to do is kiss my nipples... And I sit there dumbly, in a state of confusion for a moment, desperately trying to figure out what to do or say.


"I-I'm fine Master, there's no need for you to do that..." I finally blurt out, shrinking away from him a little, not sure of what his response to my slip ups and my rejection of his offer will be.






Max: “Missy, I know you don’t want me to kiss your nipples. Get it through your head that I will kiss them if I want. However, since you don’t want me to… I won’t… at least for now.”
 

“I am going to keep touching them though. Unless you’d rather I touch some other part of you.”

 
In fact Missy, I’m in a good mood right now, so I’m going to let you choose. Here are your choices and you must pick one.”


“Would you prefer I play with your nipples… or your clit… or your cunt hole… or your asshole…? Choose…NOW!”







Simone: My body jerks when he shouts at me and I shrink even further away from him. The decision is thankfully an easy one, though...

"My nipples Master!! My nipples...please!" I cry.







Max: “Alright slave, I’ll play with your nipples.”


As gently as I can, I use my hands to stimulate her nipples. Cupping both tits in my palms and lifting their weight off her chest slightly; I use my thumbs to lightly rub the quivering nubs. They respond by tightening even more.


“Well slave, they seem to like this. Now I have two questions for you. Which of those four places don’t you want me to touch… ever? Tell the truth now… I want you to be completely honest.”


Then, what else do your nipples like? How else do they like to be touched…?”







Simone: The feeling of his fingers on my nipples is maddening, and my muscles are tense with anxiety.

I don't know where these questions are going. I'm sure they'll lead to some unpleasant result no matter what I do or what I say. The only thing I can do is try not to make the situation any worse than it already is, by giving him an answer he can use against me at some later point. The problem, though, is that the alcohol is making it hard for me to think, and it suddenly becomes clear to me why he'd ordered me to finish that damned drink.


His first question is easy enough. I know that I can answer it honestly and quickly...the second one, however, is harder to give a reply to, especially since I don't want to give him any ideas on how to further touch my nipples. I'm having a hard enough time not wrenching away from his teasing fingers as it is.


"My ass...I don't want my ass touched..." I say, shaking my head for emphasis. I take a quick pause, and then continue on, trying to give the safest answer possible without inadvertently telling him to touch me any further.


"...And my nipples like to be touched gently...that's what they like, Master.."







Max: “Yes… I know they like to be touched gently… but in what way do they like to be touched? Do they like to be rubbed… like this?”


I brush my thumbs lightly over both nipples.


“Or do they like to be squeezed… like this”


I gently squeeze them between my thumbs and forefingers… and then roll them… also gently.

 
“Or maybe they like to be pulled… like this.”

 
I pull her nipples out a bit and release them, so they spring back.


“Oh, before I forget again… I asked you a question a few minutes ago and you didn’t answer me. You have to answer my questions… or be punished. We were talking about your parents seeing you naked and I asked you if you undressed for the men you fucked. Well… did you?"


“But before you answer that, I have one more question I don’t want to forget. You said I could touch your tits and nipples… right? Then you said you don’t want me to ever touch your ass… right?"


"So that means its ok to touch your cunt… right…?”







Simone: I groan miserably as he continues playing with my tits, my shoulders rounding as I try to gently pull my tits away from his hand, but all this does is push my back more fully against his cock.  I straighten up to avoid the contact, resulting in me pushing my breasts back into his hands, and then I slouch again to avoid that contact... It's a viscous cycle of unwanted touching, and I again feel trapped in my own skin.


The questions are getting worse and worse, and he's throwing so many of them at me at one time, that I'm having a hard time keeping track of them.


When he asks me if it is ok to touch my cunt, I clench my legs together tightly and blurt out, "I don't want to be touched there, either!" When the words leave my lips, I realize what I've said and how it came out.


I'm sorry, Master...I-I didn't mean...I was just trying to say...What I meant to say, was...I'd rather you...didn't touch me there..." I say softly, cringing as I wait for the tirade that will surely follow my statements.


 His hands stop working on my breasts for a moment, but he doesn't speak. I realize that he is waiting to hear the rest of my answers, and I try to recall the order in which he'd asked his questions, so that I can be sure not to skip one, and I also try to think of the best way to reply to them.


"M-My nipples like to be rubbed Master..." I say finally, and then pause, struggling to remember what question came next as I fight to overcome the effects of the alcohol, and the desire to flee from his hands and fingers which are now busy again, rubbing my nipples.'Just the way I said they liked...' I think to myself and try to push aside my feelings of disgust and entrapment long enough to answer his other question without creating another trap for myself.


"And, I undressed for my ex...He was the only one, before...Before I was brought here..."






Max: “OK Missy, you’re still confused. I’m going to explain one more time. I want you to listen very carefully while I explain and show you that you are a slave!”


I stop playing with her tits and step back one step… so my cock is no longer touching her back. The muscles in her shoulders relax a bit and I hear a sigh of relief.


“Judge, I’m going to need your help. So far you’ve shocked Missy with her collar twice, I believe, at the lowest setting. Please set her collar at half power. I’m going to give Missy some orders. If she hesitates, or doesn’t obey, shock her! I’ll catch her so she doesn’t fall and get injured.”
 

The Judge replies, “Alright Max, her collar is set.”
 

“Missy, you’ve felt the collar at 10,000 volts. It’s now set at 250,000 volts. Think about that while you listen.”


“When I tell you to stand up you will stand, turn and face me, stick out your tits and beg me to suck your nipples.”


“When I stop, you will thank me, turn back to the table, bend at the waist and lay face down. You will spread your legs as far as the hobble allows and beg me to play with your cunt.”


“When I stop, you will thank me, and then beg me to play with your ass. When I stop, you will thank me again, sit back down and beg me to play with your tits some more.”


“Now stand up and face me…!”