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I am on my knees before my Master sucking his cock, his hands are twisted in my hair controlling how fast I go and how deep I take him in my mouth.
“I have a surprise for you tonight” he tells me as he slides his cock down my throat. This is our morning ritual, I have to make him come every morning using only my mouth, I have a time limit in which to do this and if I go over my allowed time I am punished. I start to gag and pull away which earns me a sharp tug on the nipple clamps I have on. “Hold it in your mouth, don’t you dare take it out” my Master orders as he removes his hands from my hair, “Hold it there”.
He pinches my nose shut, his cock is at the back of my throat, I am gagging, I can’t breathe and my eyes start watering. I look up at him pleadingly only to see him grinning down at me. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and I gasp for breath, he reaches down and hooks the chain attached to my nipple clamps over his cock, “Open your mouth and keep it open, keep your tongue out” he orders as he slides his cock back into my mouth and starts ramming it in and out, I start choking each time it hits the back of my throat but can’t pull away – the chain keeps me tethered to him.
He is near to coming so he thrusts faster, I can’t breathe as his cock rams harder and harder into the back of my throat, he gives one final thrust and holds his cock as far into my mouth as it will go while he shoots his cum down my throat. I can’t swallow, I can’t breathe, I am gagging and choking and he is laughing. This is the start of my day, every day. He pulls out of my mouth and I drag air into my lungs, my hands are cuffed behind my back so I can’t wipe away the spit and come that dribbles down my chin. “Well done you had 30 seconds to spare” he tells me, “now do you want to know what the surprise is for tonight?” I look up at him, “Yes please Master”.
“Well slave, I have been planning this for weeks, and tonight we are having a dinner party.” My eyes widen “Oh no Master, please not that, please I beg you”. He starts laughing again, “You have no say in the matter, and for disagreeing with me you get 10 lashes.” I start to cry, the last dinner party he planned had me out of action for over a week and it was sheer hell. He laughs again, “Cheer up my little slut, it won’t be that bad”.
He goes to the closet and pulls out his favorite horsewhip. “Now you know what to do.” My hands are still cuffed behind my back, I stand and bend over, presenting my ass to him. The horsewhip cracks against my ass cheeks, “One, thank you Master.” “Two, thank you Master” “Three, thank you Master”…..
He steps back after the 15th stroke and admires his handiwork, her ass is a bright fiery red and she is sobbing. She missed counting the strokes after the 7th stroke and she knows that for every count missed it is an extra stroke.
He doesn’t know whether her crying is from the thought of the night’s dinner party or the lashes she just had, but nevertheless it is music to his ears and he finds himself grinning again, he is looking forward to the night’s entertainment. He tells her to get up and go into the kitchen. She knows what is coming, he can see it in her eyes but she doesn’t dare argue with him, her Master.
He takes the nipple clamps off and bends her over the table, tying her legs to the table legs, and after un-cuffing her hands ties them to the legs at the other end of the table. He goes to the sink and fills up a large jug with warm water and vegetable oil, then comes back to her and sets it down next to her head. She gives a little moan but says nothing, her ass feels like it is on fire and she doesn’t wish to have it whipped anymore than she already has.
He goes to the bathroom and returns with a long hose with a nozzle at one end that is almost 5 inches round and a good 5 inches in length. “Now you know what is about to happen, and you know that if you spill one drop that you will be punished”. “Yes Master” she replies, tears welling in her eyes again. “I need you nice and clean for the dinner party tonight,” he tells her.
He uses some of the vegetable oil to lube her ass up and then slides the thick nozzle into place. She moves a little and moans, he knows it is uncomfortable for her but that’s the whole point – and she is about to get a lot more uncomfortable. He attaches a bag to the end of the hose and starts pouring the contents of the jug into the bag, which he then hangs onto a hook in the ceiling.
He has a little device attached to the hose that controls how fast the liquid flows, and he turns it right down so it is at the slowest speed. He then fills the jug again with cold water and puts a length of thin hose in it that she can drink out of. He puts the jug on the table near her head and puts the hose into her mouth. “You are to drink the whole jug” he tells her, “And when I come back you will be able to relieve yourself.”
She is going to be in for a long morning tied to the table, but at least she will be out of his way while he prepares everything for the dinner party. He leaves her and goes out to his workshop to start his preparations.
I can feel the warm liquid slowly seeping into my ass, and although it is not an entirely unpleasant feeling I know how uncomfortable it will be as I start to fill up. I have started drinking the water and am trying my best not to think about needing to relieve myself.
I am horrified at the thought of what is going to happen to me at the dinner party tonight, after the last one I had nightmares for almost a month. There was one couple, the Tipton’s, who were particularly sadistic and they hurt me quite badly. I do hope Master hasn’t invited them again. Last time there were 4 couples and they each bought their own slaves to the party to help serve them any which way they wanted.
It was arranged that there would be some slave swapping last time and I felt sorry for the poor girl who was chosen to go home with the Tipton’s. They are renowned for their imaginative tortures and medieval devices that they use on their slaves. To be given to them is to be assured of extreme pain, degradation and complete humiliation. At least my Master treats me with kindness when I am obedient, there is no kindness in the Tipton’s and I am told that they never EVER let their slaves have an orgasm.
If I have been particularly good in my training or obedience, my Master allows me to come. I couldn’t imagine being tortured and giving other people pleasure constantly only to be denied myself. Thinking of other things has taken my mind off the fluid flowing into my ass, and the pressure that is building in my bladder, but both are becoming uncomfortable and I am unable to keep my thoughts off them.
I am halfway through drinking the water in the jug and I can see that the bag that is flowing into my ass is only about half empty as well. I can see from the clock on the wall that I have been tied to the table for an hour, the nozzle in my ass is becoming more and more uncomfortable as the pressure from the water is building behind it. I try to keep my mind on other things, but am unable to think of anything other than the dinner party and what pain will be in store for me.
My Master is most certainly going to have thought up some inventive ways for his guests to use me tonight, and I dread to think of the way they are going to be able to choose what to do to me. Last time it was a board with a spinning arrow in the middle, they spun the arrow and could do whatever it landed on to me. By looking at the clock I can tell another half hour has passed, the bag and the jug are almost empty and I am struggling to keep all the fluid inside me.
I am so uncomfortable with my stomach pressed against the table, but every time I move it sets off more spasms inside me demanding that the liquid be released. My ass feels like it is going to burst, as does my bladder. I am trying so hard to hold on and not spill a drop when I hear my Master come back inside. I start crying with relief that I will be able to relieve myself.
He walks into the kitchen to see her crying again. The bag and the jug are almost empty and she must be feeling like she is going to burst. He releases the flow on the bag so she gets a last rush of water into her ass, which makes her jump and moan. He reminds her that she is not to spill one drop of liquid until she is allowed into the bathroom to relieve herself.
He slowly starts to pull the nozzle out of her ass, then pushes it back in, slowly starts pulling it out, then pushes it back in again. She starts to moan as the feelings of her ass being fucked and the overwhelming need to shit are pulsing through her. He plays with the nozzle a little while longer until she is almost screaming with the pain of her bladder and bowels being so full.
He removes the nozzle and is pleased to see her asshole clench so she doesn’t spill any liquid. He unties her hands and legs and as she is about to run to the bathroom he says “On your hands and knees slut, and crawl to the bathroom”.
He knows this will increase her torment and the pressure in her body, but he wants the excuse to punish her if she spills any of the liquid churning around inside her. She slowly gets down on her hands and knees and crawls to the bathroom where he hears her crying again as she expels the liquid from her body. He gives her a few minutes then goes into the bathroom, where he turns the shower on and orders her to “attach” herself to the wall.
She obeys immediately, there are clips glued to the shower wall that she must attach herself to every time he showers her. He likes to make sure she is properly clean inside and out, so she does not shower herself. She opens the clips that are the same height as her tits and puts her nipples in them, she attaches her pussy lips to more clips and then she sticks her tongue out and clips that also. She raises her hands above her head and he cuffs them to a hook in the ceiling. She is not able to move away from him washing her while she is attached to the wall, and as she does not particularly enjoy him cleaning her, this suits him fine.
He scrubs her down with a bristled shower brush, which makes her skin glow red. She moans but keeps still, until he pulls out the soap rod and slides it into her ass. He makes his own soap to clean her with, and the soap rods he makes start out at 9 inches long and 6 inches round. The rod he is using today is a new one, so her ass is stretched while he slides it in and out of her. She is moaning louder now at the large object inside her and tries to pull away, which yanks all of the clips attached to her, making her eyes well up again.
He slides the soap out of her ass and directs the shower nozzle to wash away the suds. He then slides three fingers into her pussy, twisting them round as if he is trying to scrape her insides out. She cries out at the pain but keeps still, he takes his fingers out and washes them, then repeats the process again. His cock has become hard and so he undresses and hops into the shower, slides his cock into her ass and pounds it hard until he shoots his cum deep inside her.
He withdraws and cleans her again with the soap rod. She has not come yet, but if she is good at the dinner party tonight he will reward her with an orgasm.
To be continued….
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