The arrival (01o Chap.)
(M/f, NC, Real., Abduction, Enslav., Tort, Rape, Enema, Modif., Chastity Belt)
By Kray Kray20@lycos.com
How is not important, the important thing is that I've got power, money and
power.
In this little lonely land I can do whatever I want.
Around people love me, and in the case, they would even protect me.
I've given them some benefit with my business. The secret is simple, take care
of own affairs without exceeding, without exploiting too much the others, at
least not the nearest others.
In a third world country like this is not difficult thing, if you have a certain
sum to invest.
In these terms I'm a king. A king in my castle. A castle in the desert.
Trust me, you would like it. So much!
My castle is beautiful, architecturally and ornamentally, but although it looks
like a fortitude, is impenetrable from the outside and chiefly, from the inside.
Everything is computer and camera controlled. It is whole discreetly comparted:
every person allowed to enter in the castle wears, voluntarily or involuntary, a
marker, like a bracelet or a collar, like that of anti-shoplifting. The computer
is, hence, able to hide a person to another by simply locking some doors in the
right sequence. The insulation level is definable and it could start from the
simple physique separation to the absolute conceal, physical, audio, olfactory.
Hence is possible to allow workers to take care of the inside of the castle and
at the same time to receive some guests, avoiding any contact among them and the
labours.
Sure, you can't ask to all kinds of guest to wear a marker, but the computer
doesn't allow non marked people leaving the safe zones.
For the workers is simpler matter: to work to the castle it is mandatory to wear
a jacket or some similar thing. If they were it off, an alarm would ring and
that employee would be estranged from the castle.
Another kind of guest... HAS TO wear a special marking collar, very resistant,
and, in the implausible case that the collar is removed, the alarm would ring
and the special guest would be immediately confined in the room where it is.
Almost perfect you know?
My first bedroom is adorable, fresh, relaxant, spacious. But I almost never stay
there. I prefer my second bedroom. My enormous second bed is all furnished.
Between straps on the mattress, chains from the bedposts and rings on the
canopy, it is possible to fasten a girl in any desired pose. The only limit is
your fantasy.
Also the first dungeon is very furnished. In this dungeon fantasy is not a
problem since is enough stimulated. It is a big room, with a great lot of
instruments, and a rack, wooden horse, gynaecological table with strong
stirrups, restrained chairs, chains from the ceiling, cuffs from the walls,
cages, a beautiful girl cuffed in a cell... still fainted on the cot: my new
toy.
The second dungeon ... ... maybe later we will talk about it, now I need to
prepare the girl for her awakening, and her becoming.
She doesn't know what she has just happened her yet, I will explain her soon.
First I remove her the steel manacles and I put her on four comfortable stuffed
leather cuffs, and I tighten them a little in place. They set snugly but without
jeopardizing the blood circulation.
I bring a seat to the centre of the dungeon and I sit her on it. I connect her
wrist cuffs to two chains that come from two ceiling points, rather distant
among them.
I then connect her ankle cuffs to chains that come from two openings in the
floor, even distant.
With a remote I withdraw the four chains. My unconscious captive is now sat with
her arms spread at the level of her shoulder and her legs semi spread. Her skirt
keeps her knees wide only 30 cm, while her feet are more apart. This pose is
more excited, because it valorizes her bottom. What haunches!
She doesn't wear pantyhose and she lost the shoes, but I would substitute them
any way.
She's 23, and she's very beautiful. Slim waist but full breast. She is wearing a
bra, and although I can't define yet the exact form of her breast, it is at
least 36D, or even DD.
She had a lot of care of herself, her long legs are carefully depilated, surely
with depilatory wax. At this moment I can well see only her shin bones and feet,
but is already possible to guess that her legs are magnificent, formed an
slender at the same time, a dream.
Her long, lightly curled red hairs are disarranged now, but not too much,
despite the trek.
I am impatient to see again her stunning green eyes; will they be pleading or
defiant?
Because the long travel, she stinks a little, but not for long again, soon she
will perfume anew, and only for me.
It is time to gag her, she's near to wake up. After having softly explored these
inviting lips, I put her a rubber covered ring gag, and I buckle the gag straps
behind her head, under her hair. I insert a plug in the ring-gag and I bolt it
in place. I chose a plug that dips for 3 cm in her mouth and that has some holes
to allow her to breath and also to vomit, in the case. Her stomach might
contain, in fact, some liquids. And for the few next days I will provide her
only almost liquid foods, to avoid she suffocates, since she's not accustomed to
take a gag for many hours at day ... and night, yet.
Ok, now I leave the dungeon, I will return when she will be well awakened, ready
to understand my words.
I rejoin my special guest 3 hours later.
She's awakened. And she's standing! She rose her skirt up to the buttock to
parting more her knees and now she stares at me puzzled, with arms widened at
the waist level and legs spread a little more than half meter. I can see her
white panties between her inner thighs, and especially I can admire entirely her
naked, stimulatingly parted, beautiful legs: a spectacle. I need to whip them as
soon as possible.
I ignore her attempts to talk me, I push aside the chair and with the remote I
widen more her ankles, to 1.2 meters, then I elevate her arms just that they are
almost completely widened at 45 degrees up. I don't lift her from the ground, I
like to see my victims squirm under my attentions, then I usually leave them
some slack.
I drew behind her a little desk with some tools above, I approach behind her and
I support my hands on her sides. She's very exposed:
<You are gagged cause I'm not interested on your arguments. You'd better
understand immediately that by now, my words are the most important things for
you. My words and my wishes, in truth>.
While I speak she continues wriggling and articulating bellows: my wait is
ended.
I withdraw some footstep, I grab a single tail whip and I strike her hips about
ten times each one. I stop with big effort, her smothered howls are invitations
to continue, each contortion exposes new targets, I'm really getting on.
I approach again behind her, I wrap her belly with my left hand, I lean out over
her right shoulder and with my right hand I turn her face to mine. She's still
crying, howling subdued. Tears strain from her wet green eyes. Now she will
listen to me:
<As I was telling you, my words and my wishes are the most important things
for you now.
In this moment I'm not interested to anything that you might see. Later, perhaps
in few hours, perhaps in several days, you will be allowed to pose me some
question, but, make a lot of attention,> I tighten the grip on her chin
<you must have great care of your questions, because I will never lie to you,
never! I'm not obliged to answer you, but if I will do, I will say you only the
truth. Do not ask what you do not really want to know! Do you understand?> no
response.<Do you understand what I'm saying?> nothing. I withdraw again
and I repeat the whipping, but this time of 15 strokes each leg, and this time I
have her thighs wrapped from the whip up to the inner.
<Do you understand my words?> This time the answer "yes" or better
"yeeeees" it is clearly comprehensible also through the gag, and for good
measure she is also nodding violently.
I take back the position at her back. Her amazing eyes are lovely pleading now.
<I will never lie to you. This is my first obligation toward you,
remember.> And it is truth. <My second and last obligation is that I will
not disfigure you, or kill you, unless you try to disfigure me, harm me or kill
me. If you do this, with or without success, I will be fierce with you. I will
drag you in my second dungeon, in which I have medieval torture instruments,
from which operating doesn't exist recover. Please, do not force me to use it!
Do never make attempts to my health and security. Any other disobedience or
breach will be punished here, in this room. Every thing you may see in this
dungeon, and you will know everything what it contains, are built to inflict
pain, to amuse a sadistic like me, but it is also studied to not harm the
victim... to not harm you> she's really scared now, but she stares at me
attentively. She will never forget these words, sure. <I will whip you again
and again, but every whip in this room are not bleeding. Perhaps I will brand
you in some way, impressing forever my own on you, but without disfiguring you,
never impairing you in any way.>
Again warm tears, she begins understanding her new condition.
Now I slide my left hand up, slowly to her breast. I softly knead alternatively
the left and the right full tit through the suit. I ponder them, they weigh a
lot. And while she swings the head and her chest to avoid my touch, I slide my
other hand down, under the edge of the already rose skirt, I rise more the
skirt, and finally I slide slowly under the fabric of her panties. She is
fighting my right hand now, lowering her pelvis the most possible, howling more
desperately, but no avail, between her and the fabric, my hand is already
caressing the shaggy mound. I slide over her pussy and my middle finger tenderly
slips between her moist warm lips, it plunges undulating few time 2-3 cm inside
her. By means of my left hand, still freely working on the big breast, I can
feel that my slave is gasping, exposing even more her libidinous tits.
I suddenly retire, and with a no point knife, I cut her suits in one motion,
from her nape to her butt. I cut the remains drawstrings and she is naked. I
turn few times around her, studying her, admiring her:
The waist is slim like I imagined, her red striped legs are better than those of
a mannequin, flat belly, not only for her position, is really flat!
Red pussy hairs. But the most beautiful surprise is the breast!
Her tits are full, but not really firm. They are a little saggy, like two big
dropping water-balloon, with two dark pink areolas on the tip and, at the centre
of the areola, they rises, for more than 1,5 cm, two suckables nipples, 1,5 cm
at least of diameter.
This kind of form is perfect for bound-breast torture and besides, it reveals,
over every doubt, that her breast is natural.
I've been very lucky this time.
I cannot withstand anymore. I grab the whip and I begin to whip her, slowly
turning around her. Her smoothed cries fill the room, her struggles turns me on,
I must be cautious, she's too attractive, I risk to overdoing. I force myself to
space the strikes, carefully selecting the target: below her left tit, over the
right, onto the centre of her luxurious back, on the left buttock high, onto the
right buttock high, on the left buttock low, on the rear hips... and again, and
again, on her belly, on her front hips, also on her calves... . I'm unable to
stop, but, after about 15 minutes, little time if you watch TV, but endless if
you are whipped for the first time, she fortunately (for herself) releases her
bladder.
I laugh loudly and I stop whipping her. Instead my prey is weeping loudly,
swinging her head from one shoulder to the other in misery.
I wash the floor with the hose and I take a bottle of healing oil. I sprinkle it
profusely all over her panicky and trembling body, agreeably massaging it with
my hungry hands. I massage and I explore her, flowing over her long legs,
outside them and between them, up to the capitulate pussy, in every crevice,
probing her holes, circling her round and fascinating welted buttocks, and her
magnificent tits. I massage with oil those falling balloons with so much gusto,
lifting them, kneading them, from behind her and from in front of her, tasting
and sucking the perfect nipples, slightly pinching and twist them till to erect
them both. I don't forget her offered clit however. I tease it, massaging it
through its hood, sometime uncovering it, greasing it. I am convinced that it
has swollen, although only a few.
I am very horny, but is too early to fuck her.
She has calmed down now, she shivers a lot less, and she restarts to fight me in
slighter way that at begin.
The action of the oil has also kept away her little stink.
<Are you thirsty?>. "Yes" she nods emphatically. I unbolt and withdraw the
plug from inside the ring gag and I substitute it with one shaped like a teat
from the mouth side, and with a tube from the external side. I connect it to a
container full of orange juice that I hang to a chain near the head of my toy.
<Drink how much you want, but don't be in a hurry, you have whole the time.
In the meanwhile listen to me, very well >.
I take again my position behind her, with one hand on her pussy and the other on
her breast. My hands work calmly on her and in her, while, busy to drink, it
seems that she's only uneasy.
I squeeze one tit roughly, she jolts and yelps, she coughs and some drops of
juice come out from her nose <drink! But listen to me, attentively!> she
turns to my face, it is difficult thing to drink with the head so much turned,
but, after all, she has to drink slowly!
<You are mine! You are my slave> both my hands underlines this phrase. She
stares scared at me, interrupting drinking and breathing. <We are... you are
far, very far from your house, your city, and also from your country. This
collar will marks you for the computer>. I produce a leather covered collar
<The computer will control all your movements inside the castle, no way for
you to flee, but, in the case, where could you ever go? In the outskirts you are
the only white woman, and if someone find you he would bring you here again.
Thinking on well, it should be a tricky situation, think to how I would punish
you... right here!> she gulps <funny don't you? Make a smile!> and with
both hands I squeeze the sides of her waist. She jolts violently and she
launches a series of muffled and goggling "no no no noooo noooo" more or less
laughing. I remain immobile: she's highly ticklish!
I'm been very, very lucky.
I click the collar around her neck and I bring again my hands to pussy and tits.
She stays calm, she doesn't imagines yet what a lot of enjoy I will take in the
future from her ticklish.
Despite its strong resistance, the marker collar appears like a simple black
belt, high not more than 2 cm, rather slim and flexible almost like simple
leather. All around it ports 4 steel O-ring that hang from the collar like
precious pendants from a rich necklace. Under each base of them there is another
steel buckle in which it is possible to thread a strap.
It wears comfortingly, free to move up and down, allowing my teeth to reach
every spot of her sinuous and now throbbing neck.
With a special tool it is possible to remove all rings and buckles, but the
collar is permanent.
<Your person do not exist any more. Your only purpose now is my
entertainment, my amusement, my enjoyment. Unfortunately for you, I enjoy so
much inflicting suffering, then I will torture you a lot. I don't need valid
reasons to torture you, I will do when I like, how I like, and every breach from
you will add new tortures: it is better for you that you behave! Your rules are
simple: every my order or wish or desire, explicit or not, is your must!> she
gulps again and the green eyes restart to weep. Silently. <Continue
drinking... Rose! Yes... this is your new name, your only name! Do not forget it
or I will punish you!>. Rose weeps plentifully now, still silently, and she
resumes drinking with difficulty.
I leave her to drink during another long attentive exploration of her luxurious
body, but this time I'm rough, causing her several distresses, she fights my
hands some more and she yelps often, but no avail, I do everything I want, as my
right.
Rose body seems to never end. I incessantly find on it new curiosities, a new
curve, the velvety of the skin, an innovative method to measure her tits, latest
limit of extensibility of a nipple, a fresh place where to pinch her butt, a new
edge of her pussy lip, a new pussy hair tuft to pull... never ending.
After an half hour of Rose struggles I check the orange juice. She drank 3/4 of
litre of it. Good, she needed it.
<Rose. I would like to un-gag you, but I want you to not speak! Listen well:
I don't demand that you be silent, you can moan, groan, and also cry if you are
in pain, and you will be, you simply have to not speak! No questions, no
requests, no agreements, no phrases! You may only answer to my questions or
commands, do you understand? If you violate this instruction, you will be
immediately gagged anew and punished, ok?>. She has nodded whole the time;
she evidently doesn't bear the ring gag any more.
I did. She stays quiet. She only follows my movements with her wet pleading
eyes, lapping continuously her lips, and she assumes a confused expression, when
it is evident that I'm managing for an enema, and surely not for me. Her
expression becomes then scared when it is clear that the 20 litres container,
full of medicated water, is the bag of the enema! Frightened, she begins to
moan. Rose ignores that the outlet of the container is flux controlled, in rate
and amount. I can set how many litres to administer her, and in how much time
administering them.
Now the nozzle! Is a type with internal inflatable balloon to prevent
unauthorized expulsion (from 1,5 deflate, to 6 cm fully inflate), and external
inflatable balloon against too deep insertion (from 1,5 to 6 cm), and inflatable
mid section to prevent unwanted outside liquid spill (from 1,5 to 4 cm). Indeed
the mid section is used to simply stretch the sphincter of the subject.
While I approach to Rose with the nozzle she struggles and her bewails increase,
but widened like she is, there is nothing she could do about. I kneel behind
her, I lube very well her inside and the nozzle, and I insert. Though she starts
to cry a little, she doesn't oppose a real resistance to the intruder.
I connect the pomp to the valve of the internal balloon and I pump it full of
water. Rose howls leisurely. I detach the pomp and I do the same to the external
balloon. I amuse myself looking her lovely buttocks that are parted more and
more.
Then is the turn of the more funnier middle section: I connect the water pomp
and I give a pumps. She immediately understands the danger and she begins
writhing and howling slightly. I pump two times more. The slight howls becomes a
shout "Nooo Stooop Stooop Pleeease". It hurts her. I have not reached the
maximum inflation yet, I would be around to 3 cm but for a not accustomed
asshole it is already enough. <Rose, be careful: I consider this kind of
words only moans, but I recommend you to not articulate sentences! Remember!>
. She answers me with a really pleading "ooooohhh".
<I don't understand why are you in trouble... I can't believe that such a
beautiful girl like you is still virgin in her ass... answer me, is your ass
still virgin?> "Yeees, Pleease" <Good girl! We needs therefore to train it
with great care> and I pump another time, receiving an horny "Noooooohhhh
oohh oohh oohh" as answer. I connect the enema pipe to the well-fixed nozzle.
<Now I give some rest to your legs and arms> I loosen the ankle chains in
order to reduce the distance between her foots to half meters. She may stand up
on her feet. I lower also her arms to her breast level. I have positioned the
enema tube in the way that she can't reach it, but also if she would, it is
better that she doesn't try any foolishness!
<You can move a little, and if you are tired you can kneel. I will return
later, when you are full>.
I sneakily set the enema outlet control to dispense one litre of water and I set
to flux it in half hour. I switch on and I move out.
Going out I give a last glance to Rose. She's very beautiful, and she's mine!
I stay out the dungeon for one hour; I think she filled the wait with a great
sense of fullness!
I found Rose knelt on the floor, with her arms wide and her red head desperately
leaned on her left shoulder. When she senses me she lifts the head and she
hopefully stares at me biting her lower inviting lip.
<Stand up! Open wide your legs!>. I drew a big basin under her and I
manage to free her asshole. <When I tell you, crouch yourself on the basin
and free yourself, but not before I tell you!> She nods hopeful.
Managing to free her I cuddle persistently her belly: Feeling that usually flat
and perfect belly so swelled, fills me with an intoxicating sense of power.
When I spill the water from the middle section the relief on Rose's body is
evident. Spilled all sections I withdraw the nozzle. She remains.
I move and <Free yourself now!>.
After she did I do cleanings while powerful aspirators quickly brings away all
bad odours.
I clean Rose also, that has again been pulled wide, then I lube her and the
nozzle once more and I repeat the insertion!
After a second of disconcertment Rose understands that she will soon take
another enema, what she doesn't know yet is that this time I will set the water
to 1.10 litre.
I remember her once more time not to talk, cause she continuously emits many
"Nooo ooo ooo Nooo Noooo ooo" and "Please Pleeeease" with a crying subdued voice
... ... like a music, a incredible music, interrupted by a series of protesting
yells during the pumping of the middle section... ... rock and roll!
After 15 minutes from the start of the second enema I sit some step behind Rose
<Don't you find boring this wait? Me yes! I think that we can found something
new, don't you?>. Really scared she tries to follow me, but I'm already to
her shoulders. From under her armpits I present her a chain like that of dog
leashes, 40 cm long, to whose two extremities they are connected two rubber
covered clothespins, with rather strong springs.
Ignoring her pleading I seize one tit and I put on the first clothespin on her
nipple. At the release of the spring my slave begins shoutong desperately to
take it off, "Aahahaa get it off! Pleaaase get it oooff I can taaake iiiit.
Pleeeaase". Instead I connect also the second clothespin <No Rose. You are
wrong, now you will see that you can take them, and for how long I desire>. I
leave her to shout and shake freely, because every shake of the heavy chain adds
more pain to her perturbing tits. After some minutes she calms down a little,
then I take my usual position <You spoke! You must be punished!
Immediately> I grab her aching tits and I begin to maul them, jerking the
chain, twisting the clamped clothespins, kneading tit and clothespin together.
Her shouts are become very loud, she shakes desperately to avoid my merciless
hands. After many minutes she has become totally passive, she weeps and sobs
loudly and continuously. I stop punishing her, but, obviously, I leave the
clothespins and the chain in their perfect places.
During the fourth enema she begins to howl also many "Stooop Stooooop
Pleeeeease", that I however consider wails. Moreover I should be idiot to
prevent her to emit such exciting melody. On the contrary, I think that I will
tolerate also some more words, if the exciting level of her music continues
growing.
I reached... Rose reached 1.5 litres of filling, and to caress her full filled
belly is more inebriant, so greatly that my hands keep amused there for longer
time. I also start a new exploration, rough, but not at all fought by Rose.
Beside, from the third enema I have not even owed tightening the limb chains,
always weeping, howling and yelling, Rose has always kept the laying that I'm
imposed her. Cleverness or renouncement? Will see.
During her last release I consist that the spilled water is wholly clear: my
hidden purpose!
I bring the whip and I move in front of Rose.
<Rose! I have a great urge to whip you again and for long time, at least one
hour, perhaps much more.> "Oh noooo pleeease ..." <Shut up immediately!
There is an alternative. Address to me as Master or Sir and answer me: have you
something to exchange? If it is interesting, I could accept it in substitution
of the lashes. Agreed upon that this accord applies only for one day. If you
propose me something good, nothing lashes at least up to tomorrow morning. Then,
your offer?>. She's comprehensively puzzled and astonished. <Then?>
"Wha... What kind of offer? What can I do?". I suddenly lash once on her flank
<Address to me as Master or Sir!>. "What would you like from me Master?
Money? Perhaps I might..." <Be silent! I don't need money, this is not a
ransom, you are mine, mine! Your entire world is here now. If you have something
to propose to me tell it, else I immediately begin to whip you!>. "Nooo,
please Master I... I..." Lowering her luminous eyes, with remorseful voice "Do
you want to have sex with me Master?" <Oh, what initiative! But like this
what would be my interest? I can take you at any time, I can whip you how much I
want and then I can take you, by front and by rear, what is my advantage from
this agreement? I want to help you a little, you took a right way, but it is not
enough, try again, but quickly!> I guess she's understood "... Master, if
you agreed I will be very good, I will do what you want..." I whip her again,
and although her plead I continue for many seconds. I strike her almost 20-25
times all around her and I stop.
<Stand up! Stand up!> She has ruined on her knees in the vain attempt to
protect herself. <You will do what I want in any way! I'm not interested to
what I already have! Last chance!>. She fights her cry and "I will be really
good Master, I will be a slut, I will suck you, the best fuck that you have ever
had, I swear Master, I will be the best..." I strike her again once, and
thinking to not have convinced me, she fells again on her knees, head bowing,
sobbing loudly and desperately. <Ok! I'm oriented to accept, but is not
exactly enough. Stand up and listen to me. I will fuck you on my bed this night.
No one slave has been in my bed before days of whipping, but you are surely
special, do not dare to disappoint me. I expect from you at least as much as you
promised, not a bit less, or I will whip you twice. Moreover to accept your
offer I need that you are a little fitted> "fitted, Master?" <You will
soon know the meaning of fitting. Now I will fit you with some furnishing then,
if you agreed the exchange, I will bring you to my bed, otherwise, still fully
fitted, I will whip you for hours.
I lube again her ass and I put on a new nozzle in her ass. Rose expression is
absolutely confuse, but she's too worried for what is becoming to her that she
stays silent, she weeps a lot, but silently. As usual she hauls longly when the
inflating of the middle section stretches her not accustomed yet asshole.
The invading side of the new nozzle is identical to the first one, but the
external side is like a pony tail, or better, is like a pony tail whip: is a
tail constituted by many fringes of soft black leather. Hided between the
fringes there are the connections for the inflating pomp and for the enema pipe.
What a spectacle, a beautiful and sexy girl likes this with a tail! The view of
the tail hanging between her lustful parted legs is incredible! I'm impatient to
see her to walk.
I wrap her waist with a leather belt high almost 4 cm with D-ring and others
connections bolted all around, but I leave the belt very slackened.
Now the bra. I remove the tit-clamps. I tighten her ankles chains, bringing her
feet 1 meter distant, then I disconnect the upper chains from the wrist cuffs.
For the first time from her wake up she may lower her arms beside her flanks.
I take a leather harness, a kind of bra, without bra cups, every breast owes to
pass through special belt accommodation and then hang out. I order her to hoist
her arm in front of her and then I slip her the harness-bra. I manage a little
to have her breasts passed trough the belt, while I draught them by the sore
nipples she makes many grimaces, but she remains silent and still, and still
weeping. I buckle the harness-bra behind her back, and I connect it to the front
and rear collar buckles. I tighten it a little. Above each tit, a leather strap
3 cm wide, hangs free. I wind each strap around the base of each tit, causing
them to spurt out from her chest. I don't really tighten them, I simply take
these straps tensed. It is not painful, and the blood circulation is not
compromised in any way. The pain arrives when she will lies down over her
breast, or when I will lay down over her. Anyway with thus magnificent breast
trust out like this, her lustfulness is increased even more. I will go crazy for
that slave! And it is not even the last of her improvements!
I now connect a strap from the waist belt to the centre of the harness-bra,
covering a little her bellybutton, but it is not griping.
<Hands behind your back, slave!> I click her wrist cuffs together. Then I
wrap her forearms with another leather strap and I tight it severely. She cries
out while her breast is even more trust out. I bring her elbows to 5-6 cm
distant. When she will be more used I will bring her elbows to touch. I notice
that she's very flexible, there.
Last thing for her breast, I connect the centre of the clamp chain to the centre
of her bra, between such a tits that soon they will torture again. For the
moment I leave the clamps swinging freely over her belly.
Now I can loosen the foot chains and disconnect them from Rose ankle cuffs.
She closes her legs for the first time and the leather tail brushes them gentle.
I can read the strange Rose sensation from her expression.
I draw a high stool and I order her to support her on it. I enjoy her troubles
on supporting her plugged arse over the stool, she manages to minimize them at
her best.
I un-buckle the ankle cuffs, her legs are completely naked now.
<Lift your right foot> I wash her foot ankle and thigh with a sponge, I
dry her with a towel and I slip her a sexy white and embroider nylon stocking.
Meanwhile I'm lifting the stocking to her upper thigh, her leg automatically
assumes a very sexy pose, like a commercial spot of nylon stockings. I wonder if
it is a part of our agreement or if it is her nature.
I slip her hosed foot inside a black sexy shoe with 8 cm heel and an embedded
ankle cuff.
I repeat the process also for her second leg.
I draught her off the stool and I connect a leash to her collar and she's ready!
<You are ready. Your response now. The bed or the whip for tonight?>
bowing her head "...The bed,... Master".
By the leash I invite her to walk through the dungeon, some loops around me.
I already saw her walking on high heels when she was free, but now...
She's practically naked, except for some belts, a pair of shoes and a pair of
sexy stockings.
Her body is all covered by red welts of my whip, her arms are harshly bonded
behind her back, chest forced up, her breast shameful thrusts out in more than
one way, and totally naked pussy, except for her exquisite red pussy hair, and
finally the humiliating leather tail down from within her ass. But despite all,
and despite her head bowed by the shame, her figure stands proud, her pose and
her walk is that of a mannequin... and she's mine!
I feel an urgent need to whip her ass, but I respect my promises.
Following her I conduce her to my bedroom to claim my credit.
At the sight of my big and furnished bed, Rose stands frozen few seconds, then
she stares at me with pleading eyes. <And that's not all, you will touch by
yourself. Kneel on the centre of the mattress, ass on your talons, knees well
parted and stand>.
I undress myself completely and I reach Rose over the bed, I kneel behind her
silent and still. Breathing trembling she leans back, turning her head,
searching my mouth with hers. I grab her by her shoulders <I have promised to
not whip you, and I will respect the pact, but this doesn't mean that I won't do
you badly!> staring me hopelessly, Rose eyes resume to shed tears and she
parts her leaned out lips to say something <Don't worsen your situation
arguing about. I told you that I will never lie, it is truth, I don't whip you,
and also I don't subject you to other likewise harsh and time protracted torture
kinds, but it is better that you accept the fact that when I take you, you will
be always set in some troubles, cause I wish like this!> a glint of surrender
glimpses in her green eyes <Starting now, you may talk, if you will retain
that it could be useful to satisfy your part of the agreement, obviously only
bed phrases. And remember, if I think that you undertake little, at any time we
could leave the bed and join again the whip. Last thing: don't try to simulate
an orgasm. I realize simulated orgasm, and I don't bear it. And Is very hard
that you could climax these first times, in any case I give you my permission to
come... it is a franchise, catch it carefully>.
Thinking well it will be a great triumph for me if Rose would climax the very
first day <Rose, listen to me: I would really like that you climax this
evening, if you will offer yourself to me up to this point, I will give you a
prize: Tomorrow I will allow you to take a bath of 3 hours. I will leash you on
the bathroom and I never touch you for whole the time, except to change your
restrains. Clearly I have to control you, but you can do whatever bath
activity... except to masturbate yourself. As I already have said, to climax for
you is a franchise now, don't waste occasions and don't simulate!>. Then I
pull her and I kiss her desired lips, and I slide my right hand on her very
protruding bound big breast, easily to grasp constrained like it is.
Rose replies my kiss, very engaged, she offers me her tongue, she caresses mine
while it invades her mount, searching inside her, violently, to assert my
dominion also into her. I lay her down now, and I permit that she stretches her
legs, but well spread and with her knees up, to easy allow my right hand to
tease her sex. I pinch it, rather cruelly, causing Rose to yell into my mount...
I like it. My left hand also is source of Rose yells by incessantly torment her
tits. It is a real pleasure to hunt her tits alternatively: they are gathered
and stretched out from her chest by the wrapping straps, and they explodes
aloft. Like this, although they are such big, is easy to squeeze them with a
single hand.
Still eating her lips I can feel Rose discomfort in her arms cruelly laced
behind her, but she has to accustom to this arrangement, she will be put on very
often, and more tightly.
Anyway I may notice a good level of movement. I think her arms are more flexible
than I supposed.
My lips let Rose's mouth to eat some her exposed tits, but I leave one hand on
her mouth. Rose shows high generosity with my fingers, which, therefore, are
never leaving empty her mount. My index and thumb joke to find, grasp and pull
out her compliant tongue, my other fingers, on turn, search into her or they
make to suck by Rose lips.
After having sucked and eaten such a provoking tits I slide more down. I entrust
my both hands to have care of Rose's condemned tits, one each, and I begin to
bite her hairy mound, a little hard. The violent reaction of Rose is
comprehensible, she almost hits me. I rise "Master please I'm not ..." <Don't
worry, Rose. I take provisions!>. I connect her cuffs-shoes of two belts
coming from the bed sides, and I wrap two new straps immediately above her
knees, this way she's in the same wide spread position as before, but this time
she cannot leave it for any reason.
I lay down and I restart from where I was interrupted, biting her sex. Her
violent struggles and screams can only excite me more, and I become worse also
with the poor tits. She begins to swing violently her free torso to subtract her
tits from the torture, but my fingers are fastened on her escaping nipples.
These nipples ask only to be twisted and squeezed, and I satisfy them profusely.
Suddenly I forget her nipples and I interrupt biting her, I focus me on licking
her clit hood: I evidently have become distracted!
I like her clit, I expose it parting her pussy lips with my thumbs and with my
tongue I gently tease it and I massage it trough its hood. Sometimes my index
finger or my tongue probes her entry. Rose passes rapidly from a phase of
convulsive breath to one of long moans. Undoubtedly after such a painful day she
really would needs some tenderness, but she's not here to relax! I get up to
reach a pipe that comes from under the bed and I connect it to the nozzle-tail
still stretching and hurting her asshole, then I take a narrow vibrator and I
return to my prize, to the same position than before I switch it on and I begin
to tease her clit using the vibrator tip. At few cm from the nozzle the pipe has
an hand valve and an hand pomp. I joke a little, waiting that she relaxes anew,
then I set the valve verse toward the nozzle and I begin to squeeze the pomp.
Feeling that her belly restarts to fill, Rose emits some "hoooh hoooo" with an
exalting surrender voice. I pump without pause, the flux is faster than in her
previous enemas, and the sensation is alarming. Rose doesn't know that, in every
moment, I can read the exact amount of water that is invading her, and she can
only hope that I not exaggerate. Instead I know that I will surely exaggerate,
having placed the electronic upper limit at 2 litres, I still must decide where
to stop. This is the reason because I haven't gripped her waist belt.
I calmly lick her pussy, continuously teasing her clit with the vibrator, and
pumping her full of water.
Reached 1,5 litres Rose begins shaking and loudly moaning, I can feel her belly
having long cramps. I stop pumping. I insert now the thin but long vibrator
inside her pussy, very deeply. She suddenly froze and she stops also to breathe
just a moment before to start breathing shortly and rapidly. She stays immobile
during my deep exploration, she seems waiting something terrible... that never
arrives. In fact I continue to tease her inside very gently, but the effect of
the deeply stimulation joined to intestinal cramps is unbelievable: Rose pelvis
begins having rhythmic and violent contractions that shake whole her helplessly
body. She says nothing, trying to breathe, but it is clear that she's in most
pleasure than distress.
Still working with the vibrator I move me beside her, and I reach again the
reddened clit, that seems asking me to continue the hood massage: my right hand
uses the vibrator, my mouth on her clit and my left hand meets anew her offered,
aching and then irrefutable breast. Under the new pain on her tits, she
commences screaming. Screams that appear strange cause the contractions. At this
point I notice that her pussy begins to drip, and without hesitation I leave the
tit and I quickly pump more water inside her belly and I increase also my clit
licking...
and she violently climaxes: I may see the drip growth and I feel new rhythmic
contractions coming from inside her pussy. Her clit is stiffened inside its hood
and I concentre more again on it, causing Rose pelvis to wriggles more. She
moans very loudly now, I decide to claim her thanks. I leave pomp, clit and
vibrator and I climb up to her face: I not even arrived that she tosses to me,
kissing me gratefully onto whole my face and neck, without rest, without
restrain. Even when she feels that I start again tormenting her tits she only
converts her moans in shouts, without decreasing her gratefulness. Still kissing
her I pull out the vibrator and I lean over her, grabbing her head with both my
hand and I support my chest weight on her comfortably tits. Normally thus big
tits would had flowed aside. Instead the merciless harness is jamming her bound
breast under me. Her screams within my mount are tickling me, I really enjoy and
I'm horn, I want to fuck her, but I'm worried to lost control and to crush her
over-pressured belly with my bottom weight, till now I supported it by my
knees... and her soft tits. I reach the pump and I reverse the hand valve,
allowing the water to return back. Her relief is immediately evident. Safely, I
put now my cock-head on Rose entrance: she smiles at me, for the first time, I'm
pleased. I push my cock a little further and Rose throws herself to my neck, she
sucks me, kisses me and nibbles me! In different circumstances I would had to
harshly punish her, but the truth is that this girl is really special, and I
must also admit that being nibbled by her is fantastic!
I begin to fuck her, penetrating her alternatively deeply and less deeply, with
incessant rhythm, without hurry, enjoying her wetness, her moans, her never
stopping lips and tongue... and teeth. I feel her lower body follow my thrusts,
exciting me more, and I decide to torment it. I then slide my hand on her bound
spread inner thigh and I pinch rather badly all over it. It is really hard to
describe the sensation of her yells on my neck and face: at every new pinch her
body quivers a little, a music of suffering amuses my ears, a breath hits and
heats my skin and a wave of vocal vibrations penetrate in my underlying muscles,
then all is followed by a pleasure moan that reinforces the effect...
I think I will go crazy!
Meanwhile I fuck her this way I sense that her belly is flat again. Tossing a
glance to the flux indicator I notice that she's totally emptied. I grab the
pomp and I reverse anew the valve. Through her stretched asshole she feels my
activities on the pipe and she stares at me worryingly, but when I start giving
small pumps synchronously with my thrusts, she overturns her eyes and her head
collapses back. Her extended throat vibrates for her continuous low tone howls.
I then begin to eat her long slim neck, my mouth fights with the collar for its
possess.
I feel that I slide better inside her. She rises her head and staring me she
opens wide her perfect white and perfect green eyes, from her half open mouth
comes out a billowing deep wail: she's coming again! We staring in our eyes and
we are reading on it. Her only think must be: "it is impossible that suck a
bastard rapist could make me cum like this". Instead my eyes are saying: <You
was already mine, I could make you everything, now I own also the power to make
you enjoy it... You are mine!>
Maintaining a regular rhythm of thrust I lengthen her orgasm for a while,
unfortunately I approach to my own orgasm only when his one is already
decreasing. Perhaps it is better like this, because when I lift my head to come
my way, she restarts to passionately takes care of my chin, throat, upper chest
and shoulders... I climax really highly on her welcoming body. I continue to
thrust till I softening, then I collapse over her, my head beside his neck, my
chest painfully squeezing her detained tits.
After few moments of absence I look at her: she stays with mouth open and
tensed, and eyes shuttered, she screams for the pain on her tits, but not a
sound comes out from her mouth. I enjoy the situation for some seconds, then I
lift from her. I check the flux controller, she contains one litre. I reverse
the valve to empty her.
She maintains her eyes closed, but she's really relaxed now, I can guess that
she is still tasting her last orgasms.
I drink and I draw near her a glass of orange juice and a wet sponge, then I
lift her torso by her shoulders and I slide behind her back. I present her the
glass <want to drink some?>. While she drinks I enjoy the view of her
beautiful, welted and all over pinched legs, also under the stockings, still
bounded widened. I use the sponge to clean some her pussy.
Lowered Rose and put back the glass I untie her legs. She slowly stretches them
with her usual mannequin movements: I immediately turn on again.
By her calves I drag her head to the centre of the bed, then I padlock her leash
to a hanging chain from the canopy. I roll her on her belly causing her to yell
for the weight on her breast. I spread again her legs about a metre and I lace
the ankles cuffs to special straps on the mattress. Now I release her elbows and
I disconnect the wrist cuffs from each other. Her limbs are aching highly. I
wait that she recovers her arms.
<You surely earned the bath tomorrow, but you must still avoid the whipping
session, now you will have your last occasion>. She doesn't understand what I
mean yet. <On your four!> I lace her wrist cuffs to others straps and
she's fastened in dog pose. <Lift your head, look ahead and still> What
spectacle! Such sinuous beauty bonded on all four, legs wide and a leather pony
tail hanging from her ass. Harness that constricts and stretches her already big
tits, that, hanging under her, they exhibit whole their magnificence. Below the
breast the clothespins dangle unemployed by their chain. Her longs slightly
curled red hairs descend by her ears, her shoulders and her back, and finally
the leash that hangs loose from the canopy remembering to everybody that this is
my pet.
Turning around her I can enjoy her buttock: it is like an upside-down heart...
and is the right shape for such lovely butt! I possessively cuddle her waist and
belly for a moment before gather all tail fringes and lacing them up to her
waist belt. Beside one bonded foot, I prepare some tools, hided by a towel,
then, face up, I slide my chest under Rose, threading between her arms, up to
reach about her knees with my shoulder.
Needless to add any word, Rose face descends on my cock, still dripping of our
both sex juices, and she begins very very gently sucking its head. It is more
like a kiss than like a blow. The softness of her lips and her tongue thrills me
and my dick. She slides sideway, descending to the hairy base, she laps
copiously all around, she softly kisses my nuts and she climbs again to the
head. Now, taking my dick in, she gives me many strong sucks, moving her head up
and down, then she restarts anew the route, this time from the other side.
I feel such good that I forgot that from my position I could torment her pussy.
I can see her clit hood that seems to await my attentions. And I can feel her
full tits brushing my belly. I suddenly decide to punish them for their
arrogance <Up!>. She does, and I place the dangling spring clamps on her
guilty nipples. I cut off her touching protests with <Down! And take back,
with at least the same enthusiasm!>. Bewailing loudly she restarts her
excellent task while her arms are trembling for the ache in her sensitive tit
points. <Lower also your bottom, I want your clit in my mouth!>. She lifts
her chest to have a view and slowly she widens more her knees, carrying her clit
right to my half open mouth. Then she takes back the previous job.
I can feel Rose more tensed because the remarkable pain on the nipples, she's
become a little convulsive by the discomfort, and this improves her performance.
She has also started, unaware, shaking her butt, and her clit is moving between
my lips with it. My tongue massages the hood and also all around the tip of the
clit. I like its taste... and yes, also this delicate and defenceless clit is
mine!
After a while of heaven I turn my head to free my mouth <Rose I'm near to
come. If you don't swallow every my drops, I bring you in the dungeon and I whip
you all night long! Remember also to never, never stop to blow me before I give
you the permission!>. She completely froze for a second, the proof that she
doesn't likes so much the idea, then she unwillingly restarts. <And this will
also occur if you dare to ruin the conclusion of this job> She immediately
restores the right rhythm. I decide to inflict her some more troubles. My hand
slides under the towel and grabs a necklace of pearls of 2 cm of diameter.
<Lift your butt> I already oiled the pearls, then I begin to insert them,
one by one in Rose pussy, meanwhile Rose mouth moans longly around my dick. When
10 pearl are inserted, I reach the pomp and, again, I pump water in her abused
belly. She protests plainly, with many loud groans and yells, but she understood
that it is better that she doesn't stops the blow, or I will get the opportunity
to whip her however.
I pump rather fast cause I'm near to come, causing Rose to swings her butt left
and right. She's great!
Realizing that I'm close, Rose strokes faster and sucks more hard on my cock,
and I increase the pumping. <Lower your bottom!> and I bite the end of the
necklace of pearls <Up!> Lifting, she slips some pearls from inside her:
She shouts most for the surprise than for the hurt, but I'm enjoyed a lot, and I
begin to come in her mouth. Remembering my words she sucks me frantic, I feel a
great undertow on my dick, is wonderful!
I collapse, and for at least 10 minutes I stay still, enjoying my past orgasm
and the good work that Rose is still doing on my softening dick, according with
my orders.
I reverse again the valve to flow out Rose belly, pumped with 1.5 litres during
the blow.
I slip from under Rose and I face her to see her relief expression during her
new emptying... good idea! Whole sweating for the ordeal, her expression is a
mix of relief, fear and supplication: I have not communicated her my decision
about the whipping yet.
I free her wrist cuffs from the mattress and after lifted Rose on her knees, I
lace them behind her and to a piece of rope that I thread through a ring pending
from her rear collar, then by that rope, I hoist her hands up to her shoulder
blades. Rose fear prevents her even to groan.
I free also her ankle cuffs from the bed, the leash from the canopy and I pull
her from the bed. She follows me remissive, while her eyes start weeping in
silence. Following her I conduct her in the centre of my special guest bathroom,
enjoying the view of her leather pony tail that flits over her thighs. I padlock
her leash to a long chain coming from the ceiling <Open wide your legs
Rose.> <Tilt ahead>. I kneel behind her, I deflate the nozzle and I
withdraw the humiliating tail from her ass. She breathes deeply in relief.
Now I release her arms. <Tomorrow morning I will keep you here and you will
have 3 hours, as I promise. But now you have only 15 minutes to pee, to take an
innermost washing> I indicate two gynaecological squeezable lavages on the
sink<, brush your teeth, wash your face and your armpits, comb your hair and
put on a light make up. Do not lost precious time to search around some escape
or something to use to escape, this bathroom is studied against it: nothing
sharp or pointed, when you will need to use shears or lames I will must be
present. No electricity here, the hairs dryer and the wax heater work by hot air
produced outside. Armored glasses protect every mirror and lamps. Nothing toxic
and no long lace or string. A computer controls your position and consequently
adjusts the slack of your leash... No way to shun me, and at every attempt I
will punish you painfully... Yes Rose...: You are mine!> She stares at me
with scared eyes <Hurry up now, you will find all you need over the sink!...
Last thing, massage your body with this healing oil. You have the permission to
lower your stockings and to untie the straps around your tits, but when I come
back you have to be dressed exactly like now> I turn to exit when I hear her
trembling voice "M... Master?..." Astonished I face anew Rose, that immediately
spins terrorized her eyes. She realized that she made a mistake and now she
doesn't know what to do to not worsen the situation. I'm glad of Rose behaviour,
she is been very entertaining, and today is her first day! I decide to reward
her, I pretend nothing <What, slave Rose?> She gulps "... A... Are you
satisfied of me Master?" <Are you wanting to know if you have avoided the
whipping session?> "Yes" I staring at her waiting "Yes... Master" <I will
tell you later> and I step out!
I betake into a normal bathroom to refresh myself for the night. When I return,
Rose is standing facing the mirror over the sink, she just ended putting on the
make up. Seeing me she almost starts to cry in fear <You are not late! I came
earlier. I want watching you. Go on!>. She relaxes a little but she remain
tensed, however she obeys. Her body is tilted forward exposing her amazing butt,
she glistens for the oil, also her slender legs glisten in all their length, as
the stockings are rolled down. The tits straps hang under her chest together to
her oiled breast.
She finishes the make up. To lift her white hoses she supports each foot over a
stool, offering me a high level exhibition. Then gracefully she delicately wraps
again the base of her tits with the straps, thrusting them out in their full
arrogance, and finally she comes to the bath centre, exactly where I leaved her.
She stares at me interrogatively, standing, erect, with her arms along her
sides.
<If you are hungry you may drink this soup>. I offer her a bowl full of
hot dense liquid soup. "Y..yes, M...Master, I'm really hungry... Master". She
takes the bowl <Slowly, don't burn yourself>. I calmly wait her she
finishes it, still standing there, naked. And I offer her also a glass
<Drink, brush anew your teeth and return to me>. She does.
I tighten her still loosen waist belt and, among her groans I tie again her
wrists behind her, up to her shoulder blades.
<You are perfect. To whip you like this would bring me to heaven.> "Ohoo
Noooh Pleeease Master Noooh" <Shut up!> she shuts, but, crying, she falls
on her knees then more down, with her ass on the floor and her legs excitingly
gathering beside her. I bring one knee on the floor, I grab her chin and I pull
her face toward mine <Unfortunately I respect my word also with a slave
without any right like you. You have respected your engagement and I will do it
my turn> her face brightens in my hand <I can wait; I will whip you
another time>.
I take the leash from the computer controlled chain, and I conduct her anew to
my full furnished bed. <Get over and lay down, face up, on the mattress right
side, head on the pillow>. I take a chain from the bed foot and I padlock it
to her right ankle cuff, letting only 5-8 cm of slack. Then I padlock half metre
of chain between her ankle cuffs. I roll Rose prone, she moans for the pain on
her tits, and I free her wrists from her back. I take now a chain from the
headboard, I thread it through the same ring in the rear of her collar and I
fasten the chain to a D-ring buckled on her waist belt, still behind her. I
tighten the chain almost without slack. Finally I connect, to this upper chain,
others 2 pieces of chain of 40 cm each. I link them 40 cm far from her collar
toward the headboard, and I fasten the free extremities to Rose wrist cuffs. I
roll Rose on her back: she cannot bend her torso and she cannot also bend her
right leg. Only her left leg has 50 cm of freedom. Her hands cannot lower under
her head, but she can lift them and widen them. I roll her again on her right
flank; she's faced toward the right edge of the bed, half metre far from it.
She's ready for the night! ... She's ready for me!
I distend myself on my right flank, behind her, free and easy I pass my right
hand under her and I immediately reach her addictive pussy. Rose breath cuts
off. She instinctively tries to keep close her legs, but soon she recons that
she's not in the position to avoid my touch. My left hand is cuddling more
quietly my property, but soon it will find its big and insolent usual targets
and it will torment them justly.
Sucking Rose nape and ears, massaging and probing her two lower entrances,
kneading and pinching her incredible breast, cradling my self with her moans and
thinking to the torments that I will inflict to my captive tomorrow, I finally
fall asleep, but just before it, a beautiful thought:
... She's mine.
... More to come
By Kray
A little comment?... No? What a pity! I would really appreciate it... Bye!
Kray20@lycos.com
