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Enjoy the pleasures only found in the depths of surrender... You feel the dress being pulled from your body, falling at your feet. Your underwear is taken from you. A voice commands you take a position, legs spread wide, arms behind your back. Unfamiliar hands explore your flesh, every part of you available for their touch.

A tight band encircles your neck. Your collar! It locks shut, sealing you into it's restraint. D-rings around it will only serve to make you a more useful slave. In quick succession, your wrists and ankles are locked shut, taking your independence into their leather and steel grasp. As you are being bound, another pair of hands toy with your open sex. Smaller, softer hands, teasing and kneading your aching pussy.

"Are you ready? Are you willing to become our slut, our sex toy, our property?"

You whisper, Yes Master.

A leash clips onto your collar and you are lead away. Who knows what awaits you next?

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1/2/2018 4:43:00 AM
She shivers. Is it from the cold, wearing only stockings, a corset and impossibly tall heels, or the thrill of anticipation? Fear or desire?
 
You glide your hands over trembling form. What little clothing you've allowed her does little to hide her body, more to accentuate, sexualise and display. To reinforce her new role as your plaything. No demure cloth to shroud her sexuality, leather and latex to accentuate it as possible. 
 
Restraints. You cuff her wrists and ankles, slowly shackling her body further into bondage. Despite her apprehension, he remains still. You had no idea how eager she is to please you, how responsive she is to the slightest touch. A glint of moisture glistens between her thighs.
 
You show her her collar. Thick leather, complete with d-rings and lock. Her eyes fixate on the letters fitted to the front of the device. SLUT, proclaimed in large sliver diamante adorned letters. Her eyes widen, her breath more anxious.
 
She holds her neck back. She submits. Her bare chest rises and falls as the collar snaps and locks. A quite moan escapes her lips. 
 
You take a brush pen, and with a few curving strokes, ink your mark upon her breast. She looks and understands it's meaning. She now belongs to you. She bears your mark with pride.
  
The leash snaps onto her collar, and you bring her into the position you require. Legs wide, head down, arms pulled back and up. You inspect her body, the aching flesh eager for use. Without a word, you can tell she has fallen into the thrall of subspace. Such vulnerability, such surrender....
 
Gently, you apply the lube to her anus. She pulls back with the initial sensation. She has not been used like this before. But the slut must not refuse her Master.
 
You press the well slicked plug to her opening and take hold of the rings on her collar. "Push back, toy" "Let the plug inside you". 
 
For a moment she hesitates. Her conscious mind pulling away from the taboo. Her inner submissive, eager to obey your wishes. 
 
She relaxes, allowing you to push her onto the plug. She whimpers as it enters her body, pushing her wide. At last, it slides in with a gasp. You stroke her face as you test the base of the plug. "Good slut, you're a 3 hole plaything now"
 
She looks back at you, feeling the thrill of the humiliation rush over her. 
 
You tease and torment her, apply pleasure and pain to the point they become indistinguishable. She loses her sense of self, awash in the sensations you allow her.

You take hold of her hips, pressing the tip of your cock to her vaginal lips. They still bear the clamps you applied there, bitting harder as you enter deep inside her. She welcomes you, her body hungry to be penetrated. As each inch reaches inside her, her moans becomes more intense.
 
Every thrust she rides like a wave, pressing her body flush to yours. She is already rushing to climax, but you will not allow her. After all, the slut is there purely to fulfil your desires. She holds off, clenching herself tight around your shaft as you fuck her. Anything to be good for Master.
 
"Now"
 
She comes, the tidal wave of ecstasy rolls over her, as your cum explodes into her. She screams with primal joy, something unbridled by civil behaviour. Here, it is rich, raw and relentless. Her body still shakes as the orgasm courses through her flesh.
 
You hold her trembling body, the convulsions of desire fading slowly. She collapses into you, no longer able to stand on her own. Rope and chain are carefully undone. You keep her restraints in place. You take her to the bed, remove her heels and the remaining locks.
 
She barely makes a sound as you lay next to her, yet she presses herself to you body. Her hands toy with her collar, still locked onto her. Fingers trace the profane letters, whilst the corners of her lips curl into a smile.
 
 
 
 
 
 

5/18/2017 7:41:23 AM
The discipline box
 
"You've shown some unfortunate hesitation accepting your role, slave" Master said. 
 
The girl shivered. It was true. Many things that seemed thrilling as a fantasy, but the reality of being owned was another thing completely. There was no off switch, no safe word, no way to make it stop. The Owners considered her their property and would use her as they saw fit.
 
As much as it aroused her, part of her fought against this. To keep a little piece of her own independent spirit. She has refused to insert her butt plug, insisting she wouldn't be penetrated this way.
 
But Master and Mistress would not have this. 
 
"Position 5" Mistress ordered. The slave obeyed, spreading her legs wide and placing her arms behind her back. 
 
"Fortunately, we have means of remedying this issue. You will soon be a far more obedient slut" Mistress said. "The slave will soon realise that her body is for the use of her Owners, and it's only desire is dutiful service" added her Master.
 
"Yes Master, yes Mistress" she replied. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Because she has disappointed them or is that she finally understood her new fate, she wondered.
 
Mistress took her arms and pushed them into some kind of restraint that pressed her arms close behind her back. The zip soon sealed her into the arm binder, locked into straps that crossed over her chest. It felt humiliating, like a literal sex object. No doubt exactly as they desired her to be. 
 
Mistress soon placed a leather corset around her waist and began lacing her ferociously. Each breath became increasingly difficult. It was only when her abdomen was impossibly squeezed that the laces ceased their compression. A belt was finally placed around her waist and secured with a padlock.
 
Fine lace stockings were worked up her legs and hocked up to garter on the painfully tight corset. Her feet were placed into impossibly tall stiletto heels, which again were secured with padlocks. Finally, a leather and steel collar was fitted around her neck. From the d ring on the collar hung a tag. It indicated her as an owned slave.
 
Her breasts and her shaved pussy were left exposed. Accessible... 
 
As she struggled to stand in the heels and corset, she heard Master approach. He held an object in his hands, some kind of box like device.
 
"Hold your head still slut" Master said.
 
The slave tried to move away, tottering on the stiletto heels. Mistress quickly grabbed a d ring at the end of the arm binder. She lifted up the captive's arms, forcing her head down. In a smooth motion, Master place the box behind the slave's head, her neck fitting into a semi circular hole in the base.
 
 
Before the girl could make any awkward attempt at avoidance, the front of the box swung down and snapped shut. Clasps snapped shut and a padlock secured, she could only cry out as the box was trapped around her head.
 
It was padded, with several small air holes. The front of the box had a small hatch in line with her eyes and a hole in front of her mouth. The hatch was closed and the hole filled with a plug, sending her into darkness.
 
"I think it suits her" Master said. 
 
"I do so love a head boxed slut" replied Mistress. "Now it will finally accept it's place as our pleasure toy." She began to tease the slave's breasts.
 
The slave shuddered at the hands teasing her flesh. The lack of any vision amplified the sensations. She tried to stifle a moan as a finger pressed into her pussy. God, it felt good. 
 
"Looks like she's rather wet" Mistress said. 
 
"I guess our slave likes being boxed too" 
 
The slave remained bent over, submissive as her Owners explored her flesh. A chain was hooked onto her box, forcing her head down further and trapping her in place. 
 
She whimpered as her anus was applied with lubricant. The feeling of the gel was exquisite, despite what it would soon mean. She could only wait, restrained and kept within her box, ready to be filled.
 
As Mistress continued to tease her throbbing pussy, the slave felt the tip of the horrid plug. before she could try to tense her opening, her clit felt an intense cold sensation. The slave squealed within the confines of her box. Before she could collect her senses, the plug was pushed into her body, slipping with almost casual ease. She desperately tried to push it out, but to no avail. She felt straps holding the toy firmly in place, from the bottom of her corset, between her legs and fastened to the front of her corset. It had the added benefit of pressing her labia firmly together.
 
Not inner wildest dreams did she think she would ever be treated like this.
 
"Well, it's far more docile now. I think it may actually serve us well after all"

"Or fetch a much greater auction price"
 
The chains keeping the slave in place were removed, and she was allowed stand upright. She could feel Mistress tapping on her box, stroking her body. With the box on her, the slave had no idea who might be around her, touching her. She could be fucked and used and have no idea who was inside her. She would appear as a headless body, some kind of living sex doll. It was terrifying, humiliating, exhilarating....
 
"Now, time for the brands and piercings!" announced Master.
 
A tug on her collar beckoned the slave forward. Unable to see, she was dependent on the newly fastened leash to guide her, despite where it would lead.
 
"And it should be healed up in time for the next party, I know that it will prove quite the popular plaything"
 
Oh god! Are they for real?
 
A sharp tug pulled her onwards. It didn't matter what she thought, she no longer had any sense of choice. Inside her box, the slave whimpered. 
 
She was their property and she would serve. Always.

5/8/2017 3:04:24 AM
It all feels so surreal... a few hours ago you were a well dressed professional woman. Smart, objective, driven. You can see your business skirt and jacket, hung up neatly. But you will not be allowed to wear them again. Instead, you will be told what to wear, if you are to be clothed at all. A collection of uniforms, all emblazoned with your number, the same number now branded onto your breast. Your slave number. Aside from the uniforms, you have a wide range of fetish wear - latex corsets, stiletto heels, leather hoods and full body catsuits. One even looks like a wearable sex doll...
 
Your body has been trapped in all manner of cuffs and bindings, all firmly locked in place. They have locked a heavy posture collar around your neck, keeping your head firmly in position. The large gag has made your jaw ache terribly. As you were chained into a spreadeagled pose, you could feel them, assessing your body.

As you were made helpless, your pussy was spread open, smeared with lubricant. Not that you needed it... an object soon slide inside you. Without warning it began to vibrate, you shook against your bonds but the sensation was overwhelming. It was intense pleasure, almost to the point of torture. As the next wave on ecstasy took hold, you felt something pressing against your anus. Instinctively you tried to pull away. 
 
Without warning a cold grip bit deep into your left nipple, forcing the breath from your body. Within a second, another clamp seized the unclaimed nipple. With that momentary lapse, the butt plug is pressed inside you, your opening wrapping around the metal stem of the plug. 
 
The pleasure, the pain, the humiliation... it's terrifying, intoxicating, exciting... even liberating. The woman you were is gone. Now you are their property. You smile as another wave of pleasure washes over you, moaning into your gag.
 
Yes. Yes. Yes...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

5/4/2017 6:46:07 AM

THE OWNER SPEAKS

 

"I see you're awake, my dear. No doubt you have many, many questions. The foremost being why you can't speak or move. Rest assured that you are not to be harmed. In fact far from it, I've spent far too much time and resources on you to be so wasteful"

"The difficulty with your ability to move is partly due to the sedatives wearing off, in addition to the heavy restraints you have been fitted with. Wrist and ankle cuffs, thigh cuffs... all with padlocks. Your head has been fitted with a lovely leather hood, with neck corset to keep you focussed on your duties. Plus of course your collar. As my slave, you will be collared and restrained at all times, with my ownership tag in full view"


"Oh, you don't agree that you're a slave? Well as you can see in this mirror, You collar suggests otherwise. In such big, diamante encrusted letters too! S, L, A, V, E! Everyone will know exactly what you are and to whom you belong, with that pretty collar showing like that. Perhaps you may try and fight this, as those before you have. But rest assured my sweet slut, you will serve and obey. All that matters is hown much you suffer before you accept the inevitable."


"Yes, it does hurt, doesn't it? And I have far more than that to give to difficult sluts.Your body has been fitted with numerous electrodes, all connected to this tablet I hold. All I do is select where I wish you to experience pain and to what intensity. Perhaps another demonstration?"


"No doubt you've found your capacity to breath hampered, trying to suck down air into your lungs after that taste of agony. My slave has been fitted with a very tight corset. I do love to see sexy slaves in restrictive corsets, restrictive and shapes the body so wonderfully into that hourglass form. While you may think it could not be any tighter, let me assure you that all your other corsets will be tighter still, until you are shaped down to exactly what I desire.


"and the other reason for you current breathing difficulties would be the rather invasive plug gag you're currently forced to endure. The plug can be easily removed to allow access to your tongue whilst preventing speech, or, as I am about to do, fit a dildo snug into your gag hole. Conveniently, your hood has been fitted with handles, so that you can be a helpful little toy. Mmm I can't wait to chain you between my legs and get you to work!"


"This brings me to the next point of interest. While you will regularly sexually serving myself and any others I desire, as a slave you will not experience orgasm or sexual stimulation of any kind without my express permission. And what better way to enforce this than by fitting you with a well made chastity belt! No access to your hungry little perverted parts, just a nice smooth panel of stainless steel. Your pleasure only comes what I allow, and I allow only for the most dedicated and obedient slaves."


"The rear panel of the belt has an opening for... well whatever I like really. While your clit is locked away, your anal hole will be getting quite the work out."


"Is this turning you on? Don't try to shake you head with that neck corset, slave. You may deny it, but I know that you are currently aching with desire. My tablet here indicates the slave's arousal level and blood flow. It appears your locked up sex is getting very, very excited! I suspected you'd be a slutty little slave and I can tell exactly how much at any given moment."


"Perhaps as you come to terms with your new role and restraints, I should point out some of the more permanent modifications the slave has undergone."

"As part of your transformation into my property, I have branded you with my mark. Your left breast and buttock indicate you are my slave, with the right side banded with the number 319 and your barcode. This is your identification number slave, as you no longer have any name. Only people are allowed names, and you are mere property. If you are ungagged, you will refer to yourself as 'the slave' or '319' and only speak of yourself in the third person. Under no circumstances will you ever use the word 'I', understood?"

"And now, the your masterpiece. I have spent no small amount on your custom breasts. Not only are they a luscious DD but they have a number of extra functions. Your tits can be filled up with any liquid, via a small valve on the underside. Not only does this give you big balloon tits, but your nipples have been upgraded to nice, large teats, which allow for the liquid to be dispensed."


"I see this shocks you, slave. Well that's unfortunate, because I quite like you with, what did the clinic call them..? Party Tits! You've already been filled up and I can't wait to show you. You see, all I do is place the glass over the teat and squeeze you new areolas to dispense. Such a useful slave to fill up my glass with champagne! Plus I can
always drink it directly from you too!"


"as for your other breast, that has been filled with lubricant. As a slave whore, you'll find this very helpful, whetehr you are to be used or simply to lubricate another slave. That reminds me, time to fill up that anal pussy of yours. Just squeeze the lube from your teat onto the plug and it's ready to fill up it's new home"

"Now don't resist slut. See, the shock system is more than capable of bringing you to heel. Now, relax and push into the plug. Yes, that's it, let it stretch you open... and slide into place, locking into your chastity belt"

"No doubt you have been fatigued by all of this. Transformation into a slave is something of a shock to the system. I will unchain you and allow you to rest. However, I have guests coming over this evening and I wish to show off my latest toy. I have selected a pink latez maid uniform that you will wear, with appropriate stockings and heels. Don't worry, the dress is quite low cut and you'll be more than able to show off your nice new tits, my guests are very excited to see how they work"

"Won't that be fun?"


4/15/2017 5:13:26 AM
Just posted a few old drawings. Hopefully that made a girl or two excited!

4/12/2017 6:32:18 AM

Strapped into the bondage frame, there was little she could do. Her wrists and ankles cuffed and locked to the metal frame, her mouth gagged, her body stripped from of every shred of clothing.

Her shadowy captors explored her flesh, inside and outside. Despite her terror, they had aroused her to the edge of orgasm, desperately aching for the thrill of climax. In that moment, her torment, her bondage was forgotten. All she wanted was to orgasm.

But she was denied. The captors, her Owners, as they referred to themselves, Had told her her new role. No longer would she be considered an independent person, now she was something far less. She was a slave. Their property, to use as they saw fit. And as much as the leather and steel trapped her body, it was those hands inside her pussy, snaring her on the very cusp of pleasure, that truly controlled her.

The Owners knew her desires, her secret fetishes, her aching needs, and were able to twist them into a net around her. They would use them as a leash to bind her, train her and enslave her. When they had whispered her fate in her ear, she knew, deep down, she had accepted it. She could struggle and fight, try to resist the humiliation and torture they no doubt had planned for her. But she knew she would break, not because she was week, but because part of her wanted it. They had her before she even awoke.

The Owners, her Owners, left her in the dark room. Time was a far too abstract concept to grasp without some point of reference. Given her predicament, there was little option to use a toilet. She bit her lip and tried to hold as best she could. She might be naked, but she'd rather not have the shame of having to piss herself. It was at this moment that the frame began to move.

From the little she could see, it appeared the frame was connected to a rail built onto the ceiling, allowing movement of the devices between rooms. I'm on a strange conveyor belt for building slaves, she mused to herself.

The bound slave was brought into a tiled white room, not unlike a hospital from the turn of the previous century. In the middle of the room stood a single figure.

The new figure was clad in a short, shiny, white dress. As the slave was brought closer to the gleaming white clad figure, she could make out further details, like how the limbs and face also sealed in the reflective white material as her snug latex uniform. Only her eyes gave any indication that there was someone inside. Like herself, the figure was fitted with a ball gag, and on top of the figure's latex hood was a nurse style head piece, with the number 28 printed in big, block letters. The slave shivered, being a latex nurse was one of her great fantasies. Her fantasy now began her inspection.

The rubber nurse scanned her up and down, then pressed a button on a small black box she held. With a lurch, the bondage frame turn at 90 degrees, leaving the slave facing upwards. As soon as she was in her new position, the nurse fetched a large bucket and began covering her captive in suds. Her work was brisk and efficient, the slave imagined that she had been trained to do this procedure many times over. How many other poor girls had been given the same treatment?

The frame then flipped over, allowing the slave's back to be covered in soap. It was quite a shock when she felt an object push at the entrance to her anus. She tried to clench tight, to prevent her body from being invaded any further. The nurse however was not perturbed. With a swift flick on the slave's clit, the shock allowed her ample time to press the enema nozzle home. Then the frame was once again turned into an upright position, and began travelling along the rail once again.

The next chamber was similarly tiled. As soon as the frame halted, jets of cold water sprayed from the walls, sending the slave into a thrashing frenzy in a vain attempt to avoid the freezing spray. Nurse 28 then reappeared, and begun to scrub the slave with stiff bristled brush. Only in the corner of her eye did the captive spot another latex nurse entering the room. As 28 scrubbed her exposed front, rasping the awful brush over her soft breasts, the slave felt a hose being connected to her enema tube. She desperately tried to expel the device from her body. It made no effect, cold water soon sloshed into her body.

The slave could do nothing, her body being cleaned in painful, exacting detail. As her rectum was filled with water, she was forced to expel herself into a bucket. Sighing into her gag, the slave squealed into her gag as she was filled once more. The second nurse tended to this process as 28 began to meticulously shave and remove any hair apart from that on the slave's head.

Carefully scanning the slave, nurse 28 seemed to be content with her work. The enema tube was withdrawn, with the slave's hole carefully cleaned.

Once more, the frame shuddered to life, dragging the slave into another chamber. What humiliations and changes would the this one hold.

When she saw the contents, she screamed into her gag...

 

 


4/8/2017 8:39:34 PM
She awoke with a dull ache in her limbs. As her senses came back to her, she felt the limbs pulled away from her, spreadeagled. The room was dark and cool, the air caused her nipples to rise and her skin to shiver. She became acutely aware that whatever clothes she had been wearing had been stripped from her body...
 
Anxiously, she tried to pull her legs together, to hide her all to vulnerable pussy. To her dismay, her ankles had been cuffed and locked, trapping her in a metal frame. as terror began to rise within her, he discovered that her wrists too had been snared in heavy cuffs, securing her arms out wide to the sides of her body.

And something had been forced into her mouth, heavy and rubbery. The inflated invader pinned her tongue down to the base off her mouth, rendering her desperate cries into weak, muffled moans. The last thing she became aware of was the heavy leather collar fastened around her neck, festooned with D rings, to chain or secure yet further. 

She was trapped, like a fly in a web, ready for the predator to consume at its leisure.
 
How did it come to this? Memories were slow to emerge from her, and and then only as frustratingly broken fragments. A night out, her friend, some weird club, red lights, the smell of leather. An admission of hidden sexual desires between friends, the thrill of something taboo...
 
She there her strength into testing her bonds, tugging at every restraint. All she could accomplish was a jingling of the D rings on her restraints. Soon her energy was spent, her naked body hung limply in the steel frame. 
 
"I see you've discovered the futility of resisting your situation", a voice emerged from the darkness. Male, older than her, although possibly not by much. A light flickered on, the sudden brightness hurting her eyes.   
 
"Obedience is the first and most essential virtue that must be embraced" a woman's voice joined the first stranger's.
 
She could see them, or at least their rough silhouettes. Although she could not see their faces, she felt their eyes upon her, surveying her naked flesh. The moved around her, running their hands over her, her cheeks, her arse, her breasts, her sex. Reflexively, she tried to pull away against their touch.

A snap crack of pain seared cross her left breast.

"Hold still, slut!" the woman commanded. "Or the next will be on your cunt"

She willed herself to be still. Being poked and probed was preferable to that pain.

"Well, from now on, it won't be her cunt" the man joked.

What the fuck was he talking about?

The woman leaned in close to her. "You've been known to us for a while, keeping tabs on the fetishes you've been obsessed with. What you've been reading, watching, writing about. How excited you get at the thought of bondage, how wet you become at the thought of being a collared slut, how much you've dreamed of being a sex slave"
 
The man whispered to her "And today all those dreams have been answered" she said.

"Your new life begins now."

"Slave."

11/10/2015 10:37:46 AM
Time to order new toys! Who doesn't need an armbinder??

8/29/2015 8:33:38 PM

You awaken, struggling to understand your predicament. Movement feels difficult, your eyes slowly focus on the strange, fetishistic creature next to you. With shock, you realise you are viewing yourself in a mirror. Heart trembling, you observe your new form.

Tightly bound into a satin corset, suspenders and shiny stockings, with a tall pair of heels locked onto your feet.

 

Instead of panties, you have a steel chastity belt locked onto you, clit hidden beneath the smooth panel of your crotch, surprised mixed with humiliation as you become aware of the steel buttplug lodged firmly into your hole.

Over this, you have been fitted into a short, revealing maid dress, zipped and locked onto you. it is made of sensual red satin with short hemline, flared out by a wide petticoat, with puffed sleeves and a plunging neckline to show off your newly pierced nipples.

Your head has been placed within an open faced hood, topped with maid cap, ankle cuffs, tall posture collar, spreader bar, armbinder and finally a ring gag between your painted lips. Chained to the gag straps is a mouth plug, one end looking like a simple bath plug, the other terminating in a rubber phallus. 


Movement is all impossible. Legs spread wide, arms trapped in the binder, pulled high towards the ceiling, head held downwards by the chain from your collar secured onto rings set in the floor. Backside exposed, plugged hole on prime display.

The terror slowly subsides, you feel pleasure swell from beneath your chastity belt. You recall all those hidden thoughts, those aching desires you could never express. The desire to be bound, made helpless, to be the sex toy of another….

 

Perhaps this won't be so bad after all??

 

 


5/16/2015 3:08:20 PM
I have taken her body and given her a new one, fashioned from black gleaming latex. Her form is re shaped the strict corset I have cinched and locked onto her, forcing her into the hourglass shape I desire. I have taken her hands and arms from her, they are sealed inside an unyeilding arm binder. Kept inside a latex sleeve, pushing her breasts out further. I have taken her pussy and anus, now she has only two plugged pleasure holes, zippered shut beneath her latex skin. Her face has been replaced with an anonymous hood of black rubber, only her eyes remain. All traces of who she was has been replaced in her new skin. Her mouth too, I have taken from her. Now she has a red rubber condom, to accomodate my pleasure is the only purpose of her orifice. Her name has been discarded, as befits her new existence. Her only identifiers now is the barcode on her left breast and the numbers 43-18. Sex toy 43-18. Her freedom and independence I have replaced with restraints, chains, locks and a collar. Her modesty taken away as I reform her as a fetish doll, her desire burns like a bonfire. Where she had confusion and anxiety, I have given her purpose. All she craves now is to serve and please. Her body, her mind are re shaped, she has accepted her new existence. She is mine.

10/18/2013 10:55:04 PM

Service Slave 3

He produced a strange looking gag. Amongst the mass of straps that would bind it to her mouth, she could see a rubber panel with a tube extending from it.

"Open wide now" The slave opened her mouth as far as she could manage.

The short, round rubber tube of the was pushed between her teeth. She found it similar to a ring gag, the tube forcing her mouth into a wide O.

In a moment, her master had secured the series of straps that held device firmly behind her head. Usually, the slave was fitted with a solid ball gag when her mouth wasn't required.She wondered how this new device she was forced to wear would be used.

"Is it firm, slave?" She nodded. The size and shape of the tube would no doubt take time to adjust to. Not that she had any choice.

"One of the advantages of your new gag is the ability to change the objects I can insert into your hole without removing the head harness".

He held up a short chain. It was fixed to the side of the gag straps, ending in a round black object. He pushed it into the tube, a few twists securing it place.

The slave looked at her reflection. In place of her mouth was a rubber rectangle, four straps riveted to each corner. In the centre of the rubber was what appeared to be a common sink plug. Further turned into some strange object of his twisted fantasies. Another humiliation to accept. Another humiliation to arouse.

She clenched her vaginal muscles around the metal dildo secured to her chastity belt. Desire that could never reach release built inside her. He stroked the side of her harnessed head. His other slid up the side of her body, teasing her breasts as they explored her. She wished to be able to tear the uniform from her body, to unlock the prison of her chastity and be ravished for hours. But she could only stand and moan, chained to the towel rail.

"Just the thing for busy service slaves. More than enough to keep you quiet and yet I can put your mouth to use in a moment."

"Soon I will have finished with your transformation into the slave I require."

Her eyes widened. There was more?? What else would he inflict on her. And what would happen when he finished? Would he tire of her? Would she be sent back into the vanilla world? Would she be able to even if she wanted? Would he keep her? Would he share her around? Transform her into something else? Sell her to some even more depraved owner?

All this he could do. As his slave, his property, it was his right to do any of these things to her.

He unlocked the chain that secured the yoke of her dress to the towel rail. The chain was looped and looked through her tall collar. A tug was enough to get her hobbling forwards. She was lead through the house, tottering with the short chain between her ankle cuffs.

"Now my obedient little appliance, you need to clean the house. Once you are done, I will have a little surprise for you". She quivered. Master loved his surprises. From the look, slave suspected it didn't involve unlocking her belt and allowing her to orgasm.

"But first, you must vacuum."

He took the long hose and tube and placed in her hands. he undid her wrist chain on one of her cuffs and threaded it through the handle of the vacuum pipe. He wound it tightly and locked it back onto her wrist cuff. Her wrists were almost bound together, the tiny slack only allowed her to grasp the handle.

She bit into her gag tube. She had hoped that when she went about her duties she would have the latitude to sneak a play with her breasts. With all of her other erogenous zones denied to her touch, she would toy with her nipples through the fabric of her uniform dress. She had heard that some girls had learnt how to cum purely from nipple stimulation. It was harder with her uniform locked up, but it was all she could hope for. The current state of her hands would make it much harder indeed.

The vacuum itself was positioned behind her. She could feel chains once again being pulled through the yoke stitched to the back of her dress.

He turned her head to the side. as much as it could with the tight confines of her posture collar. The vacuum had been chained to her uniform. She wasn't a slave using a vacuum, she was a slave who had been combined into one. Turned, as he mentioned, into an appliance. An object. A device designed for a domestic purpose.

He switched the vacuum on. "Time to make the place spotless, dear device."

She began her awkward humiliating task, bound to her purpose. Hobbling through the lounge with the many chains and straps that allowed her only a fraction of the freedom she needed to function.

It slowly became oddly liberating. She could do little else. She resigned herself to the two things she was allowed. Vacuuming like a good slave appliance and pushing herself deeper into aching sexual frustration.


9/9/2013 4:00:01 AM

She stood ready, back straight, breasts pushed out. Catching her profile in the mirror, she couldn't help but run her hands over her chest. Arousal stirred in her well secured sex... The infernal chastity belt that refused her the slightest relief.

She could hear Master stirring and walking towards the bathroom.

She placed her hands at her side. Ready for inspection. She kept her eyes lowered but she could feel his gaze over her body. As much as the uniform, the restraints, the chastity belt, it was the way he looked over her that made her understand her role as his property.

"Good morning slave"

"Good morning Master"

"You look well and ready to serve" he said.

"Yes Master, whatever you require"

"Although you seemed to have forgotten something".

She gulped. This wasn't good.

He flicked the two zips on the from of her nurse-style dress. It had two zips so that they could be locked together, preventing her from removing her uniform without permission. Except she had forgotten her lock....

"Oh Master, the slave is so sorry! Please I'll....." she pleaded.

"Bend and spread' he commanded.

She whimpered and did as she was asked. The short hem of her dress barely covered her backside in this position. Not that it would matter, she sighed. He pulled the plug free from her anus, letting it dangle from the belt chain then began to rummage through the items on the bathroom cabinet.

There were few situations that she felt more humiliated than this, spread and splayed, plug free and belt nice and visible. She had often wondered if he ever filmed her being used like this, if complete strangers had watched her with leering eyes during her most private moments. Of course as a slave, there is no such thing as personal privacy. You had to be a person for that, not a piece of property. This though only aroused her further... feeding the hungry ache of desire between her legs.

 

He took hold of her plug, smearing something over it. She caught a glimpse as an empty tube was thrown into the bin. Whatever it was, it wasn't lube. She winced as the toy was forced back inside her body. The plug slid into place, his hand patting the base as it sits snugly. Within moments, the slave could feel heat building in her anus.

 

"The toothpaste will soon be quite something as it warms up" he said. "Stand up for me slave"

 

She winced and stood, the growing discomfort of the coated plug growing into a warm pain. She did her best not to fidget.

 

As she faced the wall, he ran his hands over her body. Over her breasts, down her belly, under the hem of her dress, over the front plate of her chastity belt. He leans in close to her.

 

"Does it hurt?"

 

"Yes Master" she whispers.

 

"It's going to hurt more".

 

"Yes Master... The slave will endure and accept her punishment"

He ran his hands over her backside, caressing her flesh against the rising painful touch of her buttplug.

"Good girl" he said.

Her slave uniform included a strap of fabric, called a yoke, that was stitched to two seams on the back of her dress. The long side were unstitched, allowing it to be held or rope looped through. Or in this case, a short length of chain. He looped it through her yoke than through the the steel towel rail. He locked it in place, allowing her only a footstep in either direction.

Then he put the missing lock through the zips of her dress. No getting away without it a second time. Finally he placed her collar around her neck, a tall posture collar, steel with a leather inner lining. This was new.

The heavy collar ensured that she could only look directly forwards, the high sides prevent all but the smallest of turns. the steel that enclosed the device also matched with her chastity belt....

"How does it feel?"

"Tight, secure" she replied. "And very objectifying" she added.

"and it looks very good on you"

She beamed, "Thank you Master"

"And I'm sure will help to keep you focused on your tasks"

She had no doubt of that.

"For example, you've no doubt noticed I've chained your uniform to the shower rail. You are to remain in place, with a towel at the ready to dry me once I'm finished showering. Understood?" he said.

"Yes Master, your slave understands". Easier said than done, with the now burning hot plug locked inside her hole.

"Good, I have plenty in store for you today" he grinned.

The chained slave girl could only wait.... and accept what came next.


9/9/2013 3:57:20 AM

She stood ready, back straight, breasts pushed out. Catching her profile in the mirror, she couldn't help but run her hands over her chest. Arousal stirred in her well secured sex...

She could hear Master stirring and walking towards the bathroom. She placed her hands at her side. Ready for inspection.

She kept her eyes lowered but she could feel his gaze over her body. As much as the uniform, the restraints, the chastity belt, it was the way he looked over her that made her understand her role as his property.

"Good morning slave"

"Good morning Master"

"You look well and ready to serve" he said.

"Yes Master, whatever you require"

"Although you seemed to have forgotten something".

She gulped. This wasn't good.

He flicked the two zips on the from of her nurse-style dress. It had two zips so that they could be locked together, preventing her from removing her uniform without permission. Except she had forgotten her lock....

"Oh Master, the slave is so sorry! Please I'll....." she pleaded.

"Bend and spread' he commanded.

She whimpered and did as she was asked. The short hem of her dress barely covered her backside in this position. Not that it would matter, she sighed.

He pulled the plug free from her anus, letting it dangle from the belt chain then began to rummage through the items on the bathroom cabinet.

There were few situations that she felt more humiliated than this, spread and splayed, plug free and belt nice and visible. She had often wondered if he ever filmed her being used like this, if complete strangers had watched her with leering eyes during her most private moments.

Of course as a slave, there is no such thing as personal privacy. You had to be a person for that, not a piece of property. This though only aroused her further... feeding the hungry ache of desire between her legs.

He took hold of her plug, smearing something over it. She caught a glimpse as an empty tube was thrown into the bin. Whatever it was, it wasn't lube. She winced as the toy was forced back inside her body. The plug slides into place, his hand patting the base as it sits snugly. Within moments, the slave could feel heat building in her anus.

"The toothpaste will soon be quite something as it warms up" he said.

"Stand up for me slave"

She winced and stood, the growing discomfort of the coated plug growing into a warm pain. She did her best not to fidget.

As she faced the wall, he ran his hands over her body. Over her breasts, down her belly, under the hem of her dress, over the front plate of her chastity belt.

He leans in close to her. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes Master" she whispers.

"It's going to hurt more".

"Yes Master. The slave will endure and accept her punishment"

He ran his hands over her backside, caressing her flesh against the rising painful touch of her buttplug.

"Good girl" he said.

Her slave uniform included a strap of fabric, called a yoke, that was stitched to two seams on the back of her dress. The long side were unstitched, allowing it to be held or rope looped through. Or in this case, a short length of chain. He looped it through her yoke than through the the steel towel rail. He locked it in place, allowing her only a footstep in either direction.

He then placed her collar around her neck, a tall posture collar, steel with a leather inner lining. This was new. The heavy collar ensured that she could only look directly forwards, the high sides prevent all but the smallest of turns. the steel that enclosed the device also matched with her chastity belt....

"How does it feel?"

"Tight, secure" she replied.

"And very objectifying" she added.

"and it looks very good on you"

She beamed, "Thank you Master"

"And I'm sure will help to keep you focused on your tasks"

She had no doubt of that.

"For example, you've no doubt noticed I've chained your uniform to the shower rail. You are to remain in place, with a towel at the ready to dry me once I'm finished showering. Understood?" he said.

"Yes Master, your slave understands". Easier said than done, with the now burning hot plug locked inside her hole.

"Good, I have plenty in store for you today" he grinned.

The chained slave girl could only wait....


8/26/2013 4:01:53 AM

She woke to the shrill buzz of the alarm. She roused herself and shifted within the confines of her rubber sleeping sack. She no longer sleeps as a normal girl, she is stored as a slave. The timed lock on the sacks' zip clicked open. She unzips and stretched, reaching up onto the tips of her toes.

 

She doesn't have long to prepare herself, Master will be waking soon.

 

It has only been a few months since he changed her into his service slave but it feels so much longer. She held her pert breasts in her hands.Her pierced nipples were adorned with polished steel rings, matching the steel of her chastity belt. She squealed when she was first pierced, as much as from the humiliation of the modification.

 

And then came the tattoos. Her breasts and backside were permanently marked with his symbol, plus a number and barcode. 171-878-032. Her slave number. For ease, Master referred to her as slave or as 171. In the space of an hour taken from woman to property, an object designed to serve. 

 

The chastity belt remained firmly locked onto her body. He would remove it every week and clean her, but she was firmly held down during those times. She would strain against her restraints as his hands examined her aching sex. He would tease, insert his fingers inside her and reseal the belt, trapping her once more. The denial of orgasm was one of the most excruciating experiences...

 

She quickly inserted her enema nozzle and allowed the contents of the bag to fill her. The buttplug that was constantly secured to her belt ensured that her anus was used to entry. She rested on the bathroom vanity, breathing slowly. She quickly relived herself and made her way to shower. 

 

She quickly scrubbed herself, using the spray head to clean inside the grill of her chastity shield. Satisfied, she dried herself, ready to dress.

 

Like most girls, she was no stranger to taking her time to dress. But that was through choice, not the difficulty of her clothing. She slid on her sheer stockings and shoes, then standing up straight. She sighed as she wrapped the corset around her waist and fastened the bust closed. She tugged firmly on the laces, squeezing her abdomen into a pleasing hourglass shape. Once laced, she buckled the straps around her chest and placed the padlocks in place.

 

There was something about being a slave, another to be required to imprison yourself as part of your service. There were plenty more locks to go...

 

She clipped the suspender straps onto her stockings and made sure her seams were straight, as much as she could within the confines of her corset. She strode over to the restraint box, heels clacking on the tile floor. Wrist and ankle cuffs. We wraps them around her limbs, pulling them tight and locking the padlocks in place. Next she looped a short chain through her ankles and secured it with yet another lock. A similar chain was secured between her wrist cuffs. She was starting to forget to feel what life was like without restraints. 

 

Next was the plug. She pulled up the chain that was fixed onto the chastity lock, plug dangling from the end. She squeezed a generous serve of lubricant on the device and bent over. It pushed inside with relative ease, her hole becoming accustomed to being filled. Once snug, she tugged the chain, checking it was firmly in place.

 

Finally, her uniform. It was all she has been allowed to wear since her new role. It was almost as if it had become part of her identity now. She pulled the dress over her head and pulled it down. It was tight, even unzipped and she had to wriggled it over her corseted body. She pulled up the front zip, savouring the tight hold of the dress over her body. 

 

She applied her makeup, tidied her hair and dabbed a little perfume. One last look in the mirror confirmed she was ready. Ready to serve once more.  

 

 

 


8/11/2013 12:21:51 AM

"Please Master, I won't do it again!" she begged.

He Held her leash firmly and spanked her hard on her pussy.

"Owwwwwwww!"

"Who owns this?" He asked.

She lowers her eyes. "You do Master. My pussy, my breasts, my mouth, they all belong to you" she replied. "I am your property."

"Then it's time for me to choose a different role for my property then"

She was worried. She knew she would be angry if he found out that she masturbated without permission. Caned, chained, clamped, shamed. All of this she expected. But it sounded like he had other plans.

The idea of being a sex slave was something she had fantastised about since she first came across images of bondage and submission on the internet. Being fucked and used like a living sex toy was like a dream come true, except she found herself struggling when his commands went against her sexual desire. 

"What are you?" He asked.

"Your slave master"

"No, not yet at least" 

She bit her lip as he continued. "You're a slut. Eager for sexual gratification, but without the desire to serve that defines the slave."

"Yes Master. A slut"

"But I wish you to be my slave. I wish to instil a desire that overrides all others. A desire to please me. And to do this, I'm going to make a few changes"

"Stand straight, legs apart"

She obeyed quickly.

He took her cuffed wrists and locked them part way down the chain of the leash, her hands only with the slightest room to movement. He nudged her legs wider apart, the spreader bar then locked to her ankle cuffs. 

He held a metal object in from of her. "Do you know what this slut?"

Her eyes widened. "Yes Master. It's a chastity belt"

"Your chastity belt"

She winced. She saw that look in his eye, he was utterly serious. No struggling, begging or pleading would prevent him. 

"Pleeeeeease!"

Snap! The metal band around her waist locked shut. She tried to wiggled away as he pushed the metal crotch band between her legs.

He spanked her backside. "Stand still. This is for your benefit"

He mounts a ribbed metal dildo to the inside of the crotch plate. "Enough to keep you aroused but not enough to allow you climax".

She knew that her torment would now be his pleasure....

She gasped as it was pushed it inside her, closing her eyes as the crotch band met the waistband. Her sex locked away with a quiet click of the lock. 

Her pussy was already flush with the presence of the dildo, her labia now pushed through a narrow slit at the bottom of the belt. Even that was taken away as he fitted a secondary grill over the slit, trapping the labia between it and the belt. 

"How does it feel, slave?"

"Ummm, tight Master."

"Well it is supposed to!"

She nodded. She didn't quire know how it felt, her mind was struggling to process the sensations. Being locked into chastity already pushed her deep into arousal, arousal she knew would remain unsatiated. Frustrated and denied. The belt was firmly sealed against her mound, no chance of any unwanted stimulation. Would it chafe? Would it be hard to go to the toilet? The band had a wide opening at her anus, allow her to evacuate easily enough. Or be penetrated... 

"You have been hesitant about anal, and it's time to make you more useful in that area."

She was about to protest as he bent her over, locking her leash to the spreader bar, leaving her open and vulnerable. He looped a chain through the lock of her pussy shield, pulling it back between her legs. 

"Behave or you won't have any lube" 

She whimpered as she felt his fingers apply lubricant to her hole. She knew she had no choice, she could only accept his desires, to become the slave that he wants her to be. She gritted her teeth as the plug stretched her unwilling hole. It hurt as it slid in, gasping as it eases inside, the plug fitted snugly inside her. It fitted neatly inside the anal hole in the chastity belt.

"Not so bad now is it? Soon you'll become wet at the very though of being plugged"

He took the short chain secured to the shield lock and secures it to a ring set into the base of the butt plug. Yet another lock fits them firmly together.

He carefully stood her up. She tried to adjust to the new invader inside her. Now that it was inside, it felt comfortable. Almost pleasurable.

"With your plug being chained to your belt, you will have to keep in inside you at all times. When you go to the toilet, you will carefully remove it then reinsert it after it is completed.

She nodded. How can something so humiliating be such a turn on?

"And now your clothing." He wrapped a corset around her body, lacing it tightly. 

She loved the feeling of being laced in. She knew he loved to restrain her. He took two bands around the waist of the corset, buckling and then locking shut. How many locks was she going to wear??

He then removed her ankle cuffs, pulling up a pain of stocking over her soft legs, clipping the corset's suspender clips in place. The ankle cuffs are then firmly reattached. Her feet are slip into a tall pair of patent black heels. Heels that lock. His hands slid over her stocking covered flesh.

Her wrist cuffs were unlocked and her arms place upwards. "And now it's time for you uniform, slave"

Uniform? So far she had been usually kept in naked or in brief kinky clothing. 

She waited as the white dress was pulled down over her head and her arms placed through the sleeves. He smiled at her, zipping the front of her uniform closed. From what she could see it, she appeared to be fitted into a rather short, snug nurse dress. The hem was just above the tops of her stockings. He held the two zips that secured the front of her new dress, securing a lock between both of them. She could not remove her uniform without his key...

"From now on, you will be my service slave. You will tend to all the chores in the house and any tasks I have for you. You will remain in chastity at all times. Plus you will only wear your uniform, even when you are doing the shopping. It is a reminder of my ownership of you and you place as my service slave"

She gulped. This would be the only thing she would wear..... Even outside! She would have to be careful bending over, or risk showing off her belt and plug to any passersby.

He held her chin. "I may have other uses for you as you prove your willingness to serve and obedience."

The belt, the buttplug, the restraints, the uniform. Being a mere servant. Denied any pleasure or use of her own body. She felt humiliated... 

"Yes Master." Would that mean release from her chastity belt? Or some other use? It was up to him.... Not that it mattered.

She would simply serve.


3/9/2013 2:25:36 AM

It's friday morning and tonight you will surrender yourself, body and soul, to your Master. It seems something unthinkable mere weeks ago. 

 

You shower and carefully shave your body, ensuring all hair not on your head is removed. As is his desire. You take out your work clothes and begin to dress. Black lace bra with matching garter and stockings. (Quite the change from pantyhose...). You button up your cream blouse, draw up the snug black work skirt over your thighs and zip it closed. To finish off the ensemble, a tasteful pair of black patent pumps. But no panties. Not just yet.

 

After fixing your hair and makeup, you have one task left. Your 'exercises'. Master has been most clear in his expectations of your sexual skills and you are eager to please. Already the fear of failing to please him fills you with a cold chill of anxiety. You take out the large dildo from the bedside drawers and turn it over in your hands. You've owned sex toys before, but this is different. You take the rubber cock and attach the suction cup to the wall, about a metre up. You've carefully marked the ideal position...

 

You look at the rubber phallus, jutting out from it's position. You give it a liberal application of lube, even though your crotch tells you that this is likely going to be unnecessary.

 

You can hear Master's voice in your head... "Bend slut"..... You bend. Hiking up your skirt and carefully backing up until you feel the tip of the dildo against your buttocks. You bite your lip. In just a few weeks, this man has lead you to this point, crossing boundaries you though you would never cross....

 

You push back onto the cock, the tip sliding past your pussy lips and into your wet hole. It's large, bigger than anything you've had inside you before and you feel yourself stretch to accommodate it's girth. Already you feel so full, but you know that it has deeper to go inside. You push further, savouring the feeling as it slides in, inch by aching inch. Finally your rump meets the wall. You rest, your body becoming used to this strange invader. The feelings of sexual stimulation, the stretching, the sense of violation and vulnerability...

 

You become aware of the time slipping away. Better get on with it. You draw your hips forward, sliding up the dildo, then slowly back. The again, a little faster. Even gently it still feels tight. Orders are orders.. Still bending to accommodate the mounted cock, you pump your hips back and forth onto it, in and out of you soaking pussy. You begin give in the sensations, enjoying having to fuck an inanimate object. You savour the pleasure of it's penetration. How you feel like a wanton whore. The shameful humiliation. How these thoughts only increase your desire, from your pussy, to your curled up toes, to your pert firm nipples.

 

Oh shit! You were so carried away pushing yourself up agains the rubber cock your forgot one last element. Keeping yourself still impaled on the dildo, you reach out to your right. With a fingernail you snag the chain and draw it towards you. The nipple clamps. You've only worn them once and the memory of the pain lingers. With a sigh you unbutton your blouse and pull your breasts free of the bra cups. You quiver, slowly placing the cold metal grip over your left nipple. You can't help but whimper as it takes painful hold on your tender nipple. Then again, the right clamp bites down... 

 

You try to breath deeply, as Master has instructed. It helps, the pain is still there, but it's not overwhelming. You wonder if there will come a time when you find of this wholly pleasurable, without shame or agony. No time for such thoughts. Time to fuck the cock..

 

You thrust backwards and forwards, the additional fluid that's entered your vagina helps it slide with greater ease. You move faster, eager as the orgasm builds. The orgasm that has already been denied to you. The thrusting builds and you feel the orgasm rise and begin to crest, aching to break with overwhelming fury. You stop. It takes every ounce of your will, your brain screaming to continue, to take the last few thrusts that will push you over into a sea of pleasure. But you cannot, will not. Master doe snot wish you to cum and you will not disappoint.

 

You rest, caught in the terrible throes of denied desire. The ache is worse than the pain of the clamps or the width of the cock. You have to stifle a few tears as you ease yourself from the device. 

 

You catch your breath, sighing as the would be orgasm begins to fade. There is something horribly evil about being tortured with pleasure.. 

 

You kneel in from on the well coated dildo. Now for the second half of your exercises. Gingerly, you reach forwards towards the tip. You open your mouth and touch it with your tongue. You can taste your fluids, mixed with the gooey lubricant. You recoil a little. is this what you've become? Is this what you want? I settle, imagining the rubber phallus is Master's cock, ready for your service. You open your mouth again and take the cock inside you once again. 

 

Oral is something you've performed with other boyfriends, even the odd girl, but within the D/s context it feels different... An act of service, a form of yielding, a form of use for a willing submissive plaything... You suck and pleasure the rubber dildo, giving it the care and eager application of lips, tongue and throat that you would for the real thing. You try to take it deeper inside you, as much as you can before you gag. You know that he wants his slut to be able to take a great deal, to take his whole cock inside her without hesitation. And so she must kneel and suck... Practise makes perfect....

 

The alarm goes off. With a start you gag, surprised as you were pushing your head onto the phallus. You draw your mouth from the cock, swallowing the saliva, lube and vaginal fluids in your mouth. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirrored doors to your wardrobe, a normal looking office girl, the odd string of saliva still connected to the fearsome head of the dildo. You think what a slut this girl must be....

 

You stand and begin to button you blouse up. Oh yes, the nipple clamps! How could you have forgotten about the cruel bite on your body?? You cry out as you release them, the blood flowing back to the nipples. 

 

You think how quickly that it felt normal, that your mind forgot about them... You wonder how quickly other things will begin to feel normal too...

 

What did Master say? Sluttification... Transformation into his property, a living sex toy for his exclusive pleasure... Will this be your new normal?

 

You quickly put on your knickers and tidy yourself up to head to work. 

 

You smile as you look back on the wall mounted cock, still sitting in place. The new normal... Yes.... why not?

 


3/4/2013 4:14:12 AM

You kneel at the steel post.

Your hands are cuffed behind your back, chained to the ankle cuffs that bind your feet. And your collar - wide, firm and locked securely to your neck. It holds you in place, prevents any unnecessary movement. And signifies your submission, your status. But most of all, His control over you. 

A short chain secures the collar to the post. Another, thinner, chain runs through a set of rings halfway up the post, looping through and up through the nipple rings, locked firmly in place. Even if you shift slightly, it pulls tight, twisting your poor flesh. All you can do is wait patiently.... 

The wait, the intoxicating anticipation, the terrible anxiety.... Soon, He will come for you. He will unlock your body from it's chains, release you from your confinement.

Perhaps he will dress you in attire that is appropriate to your role is His pleasure toy. Or perhaps He will fit you with a hood, arm binder, body harness or even more restrictive devices. 

You know he will make use of your body, as is His right. Fill your holes, plunder your body, ravish you completely. You will be tied down, gagged , plugged and fucked mercilessly.

And He will make you ache for all of this, and more...

 


9/25/2012 5:17:49 AM

(Part 3 from previous entries)

He left her standing, trembling, aching... He ran his palms over her shoulders, slowly caressed her chest, cupped and kneaded her soft breasts. Her head her soft moans, observed her skin rise with goosebumps as he exhaled air over her body. He could feel her burning desire to surrender. Her need to yield paired with her incandescent passion... He knows what she has the for most of her mind.

Take me now.

He removed the spreader bar.

He clipped the lead to her collar.

He cuffed her hands behind her back.

He tugged gently on her leash. "Come along slut, time to make use of you"

She obeyed without hesitation.

With each step she felt the fullness of the plug inside her. Through the fog of sunspace she tried to switch her focus to other sensations. The cool air on her body. The strictness of her collar. The firm grip of the corset. The warmth in her aching pussy. 

She wanted him. His hands, his tongue, his breath, his cock. She would pleasure any part of him, to please and satiate any desire. To be whatever he needs. Slut, whore, fucktoy, plaything, whatever....

He carefully lifted her onto the bed, positioning her with her back to the headboard. Her wrist cuffs were locked to the elaborate iron framework, spread wide, leaving her breasts open to his whims.

Her left ankle was locked to a length of chain, snaking through the headboard, looping through the ring fixed to the base of her buttplug, then finally pulled snug and lock to the right cuff. She has locked in place, trapped and exposed. Just where she wanted to be...

Without warning she felt the bite of the flogger on her breasts. She yelped into her gag, wincing as each of her soft globes felt it's cruel touch. She whimpered as he tormented her, bringing the thrill of pain throughout her chest.

Tears streamed down from under her blindfold. 

The searing scourge of the flogger impacted on her open thighs, red crisscrossing the pale skin. Locked to the headboard she had little she could do. Even if she tried to shy away, he would bring the flogger down harder. She sobbed and gave herself to the gift of his torment.

And then an end. She waited for the next terrible strike. But it was only his hands, stroking and caressing her body. Rubbing a cream into the wounded flesh of her thighs and breasts. She shuddered. She wanted to reach out and taste his lips, kiss him with all her passion.

But she could only wait. What terrible thing did her have planned next? Clamps? Pegs? Whip? That awful spiked paddle she saw earlier?

She gasped as something brushed against her pussy lips. My god, I'm so insanely wet.... she thought. Please fill me up. Let me take it inside. 

She moaned as she felt it push into her. It. Him!! He took hold of her buttocks and pressed deeper inside her. She moaned louder, in sheer indulgent pleasure. Yes, yes, yes.

He slowly moved in and out, cock moving achingly slowly. He knew she wanted more... He would make her feel the agonising anticipation. So achingly close to ecstasy...

He fucked her harder and deeper, squeezing her between his grip and his body. He tilted her pelvis down onto his cock, ensuring her clit would feel the sensation as she was penetrated.

He removed the blindfold from her, her gaze finally reunited with his. Without words, her eyes expressed everything was feeling...

"More? Harder?" he asked with a grin.

She quickly nodded.

He slammed his cock into her again and again, thrusting into her pussy relentlessly. She felt the waves of pleasure build and build within her. The hot pleasure in her defiled sex. the joy of being restrained and used. He tried to hold back the building orgasm. Only his pleasure mattered. To feel him buck and orgasm, to feel his cum inside her...

His hands kneaded her backside, keeping a tight contact with his shaft as he pushed in again and again. He could see her reach the brink, holding back her orgasm as she waited for his.

"Can you hold a little longer?" he asked.

She nodded. Yes Sir.

The pleasure was almost too much. The need to cum so strong...

He pushed deep, pinning her against the headboard, her pelvis square against his. His chest pressed to hers. 

"Cum for me, my slut" he whispered.

With that, she relaxed and let the wave of pleasure break, surrendered to the intoxicating embrace or orgasm. Then he came. She cried out into her gag as she felt him ejaculate inside her, his seed in her depths. 

He wrapped his arms around her as she collapsed , hanging from her chains. He stroked her hair, whispering "Good girl" into her ear. She sighed and rested her head on his sweat slicked chest. 

Each lock, chain and cuff was carefully removed, her corset untied and released. With an easy strength he laid her down the bed and unbuckled her gag. He pulled the ball free from her mouth and turned her face towards his.

"You've done so well, my sweet girl", he said. "I'm so very pleased with you."

He gently stroked her tear stained cheeks. "Time to rest now".

As he curled up next her, just as sleep over took her, she murmured "Thank you Sir........"

 


9/23/2012 1:37:45 AM

(continued from previous entry)

With smooth efficiency, he secured the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Her wrists were attached with a short length of chain to her collar. 

"Spread wider for me, girl" he said, tapping her inner thighs.

Immediately she widened her stance, enjoying the feeling of being exposed and open to anything Sir should wish. If that happened to include a good ravishing she would not be an unhappy girl.

He locked the spreader bar between her ankle cuffs. Already he could sense her aching need, her wanton desire. He lent close to her, his chest to her naked back pelvis to her backside. 

"Ready for more?" he asked.

"Mmmmm" she managed from within the confines of her gag.

"Ready to be my pleasure toy, my sexual plaything, my willing, eager slut?"

The thought was electrifying. "MMMmmmm"

"Does the slut wish to be penetrated?"

The slut will do whatever Sir wants, she thinks. "Mmmmm" she nods.

He ran his fingers over her sex, teasing the tender lips of her labia, circling her tingling clit. 

She moaned as he played with her eager, restrained body. Then gasped as she felt an object press into her anus.

He felt her tense. "Does your body belong to you?" She she shook her head.

"Are you willing to be my three hole slut?"

She whimpered and nods. She arched her her back, allowing herself to accept the object inside her.

He eased the plug inside, pushing into her snug hole. As he stretched her, he used his left hand to enter her pussy. 

She shivered as he used her two holes, the pleasure in her sex and the tight pain from the plug being worked into her anus, the feeling of sexual need and the thrill of exquisite violation.....

"Good girl, its almost there" he said. His fluid soaked fingers ran up and down her slit, rest only to torment her clit with a wonderful feathery touch.

She bit down onto her gag, moaning as the plug pushed firmly inside. the sensation of being stretched being replaced with a strange sense of fullness. She shifted her hips, trying to budge the invader. It remained snugly inside her, base of the plug resting firmly against her hole. She used about what it meant to have Sir in charge of her body, about what can be done to it... Things she might not expect.. excitement and anxiety.. I better get used to this, she thought.

 


9/22/2012 1:38:38 AM

"I'm ready" she said. 

"Turn around"  

Obediently she turned, allowing him ample view of her naked body. 

"Very nice. I see you have shaved your legs and mound recently."

She blushed. "Yes Sir, I hope you approve"

His palms slide over her smooth, tender thighs. She bit her lip but remains still. He cups her pubic mound in his hand. He slid his hand upwards, the trailing fingers teasing her pussy. 

"I do, I appreciate that you wish to make yourself as desirable to me as possible"

He ran his fingertips over one of her eager nipples. "Good girl"

Already she aches to serve, to tend to his needs. Whatever they may be....

"Up against the wall. Arms up and apart, legs spread" he instructed.

"Yes Sir" she grinned, eagerly taking position.

She is such a wonder, he thought. Just that right balance of feisty and submissive. Eager but no doormat...

She arched her back and wiggled her bottom. "What's the mater Sir, have you forgotten what to do??" she teased. 

He smiled and spanks her hard on the left cheek of her rump. She squeals.

"Naughty girl!!"

"I was only try......" He spanks her on the right cheek.

"Owwww!!"

With that, he inserted the gag into her mouth, pulling it snug at the back of her head. "Perhaps that will keep you disciplined, my dear?"

She gives a cheeky shrug.

On went the blindfold. He could feel her change immediately. More vulnerable, submissive. He lifter her foot and slid the soft stocking up her pale leg. Devoid go her sight, even this simple touch gave a thrill of arousal. The other stocking crept upwards. 

And now for the corset.

She moaned as she felt her waist encircled and trapped in the steel and fabric confines. Mmm underbust cincher, she mused. Her breasts exposed and available...

He carefully, slowly laced her into the corset. Each movement restricting her further, bringing her under his control. And then tied and secured until he should choose to release her...

He returned to her thighs and backside, attaching the six garters to the tops of her stockings. Almost complete. 

She sighed as the collar wraps around her neck. Oh yes..... It closes shut, the lock snaps into place. Confined and at his mercy, she is at peace. Her arousal building like a bonfire, she aches for his touch, his use.

She yield into the depth of submission, content she knows she belongs to him, utterly....


7/15/2012 1:24:38 AM

His hand unzips her silk dress, the soft fabric cast to the floor. She stands obediently as he slowly pulls her bra and panties free from her quivering body.

- Stripped -

 

She moans as his hands explore the contours of her anxious form. Sliding over her breasts, dancing down her spine, investigating the curve of her neck, fingertips circling her nipples.

- Aroused -

 

His hand rests on her mound. Fingers tug and tease the soft flesh between her legs. She aches to plunge her aching sex onto his fingers....

- Teased -

 

He takes her wrists and ensnares them in bindings of leather and steel, pulled tight and hands secured behind her back.

- Cuffed -

 

Her ankles are trapped into a set of cuffs, bound tight and locked together by a short length of chain.

- Hobbled -

 

She breathes in the thick aroma of leather as her head is covered. As the thick material is pulled snug at the back of her head, only her eyes, nostrils and mouth are visible.

- Hooded -

 

He pulls her pliant mouth open, and pushes the gag behind her teeth. Secured tight, removing her capacity to speak.

- Gagged -

 

Her vision is similarly stolen away, sight now forbidden to her. She sighs at the sound of the snap of the fastenings sealing it in place.

- Blindfolded -

 

His hands bend her over and push her legs wide. She whimpers into her gag as she feels the metal object invade and fill her anus.

- Plugged -

 

Immobile and helpless, at his mercy, her senses under his control, she can feel her identity stripped away, transformed into his delicious plaything.

- Objectified -

 

She can feel thick leather wrap around her neck, slowly and firmly pulled tight to her flesh. The moans at the click of the lock, signalling her fate.

- Owned -

 

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Vanessa4ever
 
 Age: 28
 San Francisco, California