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M/f M/FF F/M
Blackmail/ f-self/ bondage/ humiliation/ Serious/ Slavery/ Exhibition/ Spanking/ Toys/ Real/ Chastity Belt/ Teen
Jade’s Extraordinary Suffering
I am a wealthy man with a basement in my mansion. The basement has been fitted with hooks in the ceiling, a pegboard along the walls to hold my black leather whips, a large plastic X-shaped cross, a lightly padded sawhorse, and a display table on which I have a number of brilliantly colored candles: tangerine, blue, gold, black, white, and red.
I stand six foot three. I am wearing sunglasses and a brilliant orange shirt with a sport coat. I have three necklaces around my neck, black bangles around my arm, and I wear my hair spiked. I keep my chin with a five o’clock shadow.
Jade is my slave. She is twenty-five. She has chocolate hair and brown eyes, C cup titties, and a slight patch of brown fuzz for pussy hair. Normally, she dresses like Joan Baez, with beads and jewelry, long dresses, and mid-length heels. I often allow her to wear underwear and bras when in public.
I am a harsh man.
Right now, I am standing in my basement, my sport coat unbuttoned. Jade stands in front of me. She’s wearing a long silky cocktail dress—not her usual style—that drapes down to the tops of her feet. I have ordered her not to wear any underwear underneath it. She’s gently rubbing her pussy through the material as she keeps eye contact, as I’ve ordered. She has a cute button nose. Her other hand is raised in the air, handcuffed and chained to the ceiling.
I walk around her body. I stand behind her. I rub my hands across her nipples, through the silk. They are hard nubs. I pull them. I twist them in circles, pulling her breasts in revolutions. She rubs her pussy harder. I pull her nipples towards the ceiling. I release one breast, pulling harder on the other nipples. With my free hand I pinch the bottom of her tit, where it is most sensitive. I can smell the little cunt’s juices.
I let go of her nipple. With my finger pinched on the bottom of her tit, I drag her to her tip toes. Jade humps her hand. She pants.
I squeeze her tits now, and I mash the skin between my fingers. I savor the smell of the bitch’s pussy. I pull and twist her breasts through the white silk dress, yanking hard on her nipples, pulling them away from her body. She keeps rubbing herself through the silk, grinding the fabric against her pussy. I pull her tits apart, grabbing each tit by the nipple and spreading her tits so that her cleavage is wide. Mewling, her chained hand rattles above her head, and she starts to pull her hand away from her pussy to stop me, only she thinks better of it and returns her hand to herself, pleasuring herself with long strokes that run from her asshole to her cunt.
I let go of her tits, pulling her head back by her hair.
With my free hand, I run my fingers between her legs, touching her own fingers, then pressing the silk into the crease of her ass. I slide my hand up her back, onto her skin. The cocktail dress is backless, and I run my hand across her shoulder blade, over her shoulders, onto her neck, to her skin. I can hear her making soft moaning, mewling sounds, as if she needs to cum soon. She is rubbing her pussy furiously. She opens her mouth, and I slip my fingers inside it, so that she sucks my fingers. I push my fingers in and out of her mouth, and she licks them with her dainty pink tongue. I yank her head back, and the she masturbates still more furiously, loving it when I pull her hair. As I pull on her hair, I grip my fingers in her mouth, pulling her face down by grabbing her bottom teeth. She moans.
I let go of her teeth.
“Master can I cum?”
“No, but keep masturbating you slut. It makes me hard.”
“Uhhhhnnnnn…”
I let go of her hair and mouth, then reach down and with both hands I rip off her dress. The material does not tear easily, but tear it does. I rip it again and again, finally leaving it half torn about her body, so that one tit peeks out, and one tit is covered, and the silk is still held up by her hand which hasn’t left Jade’s pussy. The straps are broken and have fallen down her shoulders.
“Please sir?”
I shove my finger in the spot around where her asshole is, the material shoving up into the crease, and I lift her up to her tiptoes from the pressure.
“What’s that?” I say.
“Oh God oh God oh God!”
”Were you saying something?”
”Please sir, that hurts.”
”No talking.”
She mewls. I have her on her tip toes, and I push her even higher before I let her down. She massages her pussy slowly, more gently, through the fabric to keep from cumming.
I walk to her front. I face her. Her hair sticks to the side of her face. She is perspiring, and I can see the muscles flexing in her arm.
“Take your hand off your pussy.”
She takes her hand off her pussy.
“Put it on your nipple that’s covered by the silk, and play with your nipple.”
She starts to play with her nipple through the fabric. I reach up, pinching the skin of her arm, the one that is chained and raised. I look at her in her eyes; she watches me, playing with her nipple. She puts one leg against the next, trying to get some pressure on her pussy so that she can stay horny. The dress is ripped and draped over her body. I pinch the skin and twist it. Her legs draw together sharply. I twist harder. I hear her sharp intake of breath.
I let go of the skin, leaving her to play with her nipple.
“Are you horny, Jade?”
“Yes sir.”
“Would you like to cum?”
“Yes sir.”
“I know.”
I watch her, her mouth a half moon of gasps, and her breath ragged. Her dress has fallen a little, now that her hand moved away from her pussy, and I can see her taut belly, the start of the flare of her hips. Her underarm I can clearly see shaved; her teeth are white and straight.
“Do you want me to let you cum, bitch?”
“Yes sir.”
“I know. Keep rubbing your nipple. Do you like being my slave?”
“Yesssss.” The words slide out of her mouth. I laugh.
I turn, and I retrieve the crop from where it hangs on the wall. She watches me with little apprehension. It is a small thing, the crop, hardly capable of doing much damage. With the crop, I slap her exposed nipple. She jumps and cries out.
“Keep playing with your nipple through your ruined dress.”
“Okay sir,” she breathes.
I slap her tit again, the one without cloth covering it. Then, I slap the underside of her breast. I pull my arm back; she shuts her eyes. With all my force, I slap her tit with the crop. She cries out, and the handcuff and chain jangles. She hops from foot to foot. Quickly, I bring my arm back and slap her tit again. She cries out. I slap her tit again, right on the nipple. She dances on the spot, rubbing and playing with her nipple, her chained arm jangling uselessly above her head. I slap her again, and she gives a moan of pleasure mixed with pain.
Reaching forward, I tear the rest of the dress off her body. The fabric yanks her body around as it comes off, pulling her against the handcuff chain.
“Yessss…” she said hoarsely, now standing naked with the cloth at her feet.
“Spread your legs to shoulder width,” I said.
Jade spread her legs, her hand going again to play with her nipple, now without the dress covering it.
With a mighty underhand swing, I whip her pussy with the crop.
“Ahhh!”
“Stop screaming.”
She sucked in some air, and I watched, as she sucked, her little stomach slide in.
I whipped her pussy again. Then I whipped her across her belly, where the skin was soft and tender, and the red lines were easy to see.
“Uhhhnnnn…”
I began to whip her pussy ferociously. I slapped the space between her legs over and over, and I could see her tempted to draw her legs together, and to reach down with her hand to stop the blows. But the good little slut kept rubbing her nipples, and then she started to moan more and more loudly with each blow. Finally, she began pushing her pussy towards me, begging me with her body language to slap her crotch as hard as I could. I did. I slapped her and slapped her with the crop. Jade tilted her hair back, and her hair cascaded down her back.
I stepped around behind her, and I began to slap her ass with the crop. She pushed her ass out towards me. I whipped the right cheek until it glowed read, punishing it with hard downward slaps, then popping the crop between her legs, right on her pussy, on the way back up. I did the same with her left ass cheek, so that the ass cheek was red, and that little pussy of hers was raw and stinging. I reached my hand below her ass, between her legs, and grabbed her short crop of pubic hair. I pulled her back towards me, until she could go no further, her body held captive by her hand which was chained and handcuffed above her head to the ceiling.
Now her feet were behind her, her arm in front, and she was balanced precariously, her tits sticking out. I walked around to the front of her. Lightly, I pinched her other nipples—the one Jade wasn’t rubbing—and rolled it between my fingers.
“Stop rubbing your nipple,” I said.
She stopped, and I took her other nipple in my hand, the one she had just let go of, and began twisting on it, pulling on it. With her hand now free, she began to massage her stomach, and I knew she wanted to put her fingers between her legs.
“You’re a horny little bitch.”
“Yes sir, you made me horny.”
I didn’t say anything, just kept rubbing her nipples. I could tell a strain was starting to come onto her arm, the one raised up.
From out of my pocket, I pulled my cell phone, and I dialed Jade’s sister’s phone number.
“Talk to your sister,” I said. I handed the phone to her.
Jade’s sister, Dawn, was a very straight girl, the kind who thought that all sex should be performed without toys. Jade had never told her about her slave lifestyle, and I knew that if Dawn knew about Jade’s sexual preferences, Jade would be humiliated.
“Please…” Jade began. “Oh, Hi Margaret. I’m calling from Jack’s phone—mine’s out of batteries.”
I walked to the other side of the basement, and I retrieved the horse. It was a thin board, mounted on legs. On the board was some light padding. It was made to be straddled, so that the weight of the sufferer would bear down, right on their crotch, on the thin wood. I dragged it over to Jade.
She said into the phone, “Oh, not much, I was just calling to talk. How did you do on your job evaluation?”
“Straddle this,” I told Jade. I grabbed her roughly by the nipples and pulled her toward the horse. She put one leg over it. It was tall enough so that her feet would not touch the ground. She lifted herself onto it, grimacing from the weight of herself.
“Uhhnnnn… I’m glad it went well, Margaret. You’re such an outstanding employee.”
I went to the other side of the basement, and I sat down in a large, plush chair.
In just a few moments, Jade began to squirm uncomfortably. One hand was holding the telephone to her ear, the other hand was still chained to the bolt in the ceiling. She began to shoot me pleading looks. Her tits were beautiful.
A minute or two passed in which the girls chatted amicably. They could talk for hours. After the second minute or so, Jade was squirming as much as she could on the horse. I could tell that she was sweating, and that she desperately wanted to get off of it. She was shooting me looks now, but she would not say anything because she was on the phone.
I let her stay on the horse.
After another minute, Jade began making small, quiet gasps.
“Stay on the phone,” I said to her, smiling. “If you hang up, you’ll spend half an hour on the horse.”
My slut kept talking to her sister.
After another minute, Jade’s body began gyrating. Her voice was silent, but I could tell that she would crack any minute now, and start gasping and moaning aloud. She was trying desperately to find another place to rest her weight.
Suddenly, she started gasping into the phone. “I’m okay, Margaret, I’m outside and trying to jog while I talk,” she said.
I got up out of the chair, and she mouthed, “Thank you.” I walked toward her, and bent down to suck on her nipples. I used only my mouth, and she started making sexual moaning noises, guttural and deep, as if she was being fucked.
“I’m okay Margaret. Just having the wind—oh God—run right out of me.
“Yes Margaret, I’m fine!”
I sucked on her nipples, biting them and pulling them away from her breast. I licked the soft underside, as Jade went crazy from the pain of the horse and the pleasure of having her tit sucked. She started gyrating faster and faster, trying to get off the device, and I kept my hands behind her back, licking and sucking as she breathed and gasped into the phone.
Finally, Jade started saying, “Oh God oh God oh God! I’ve got to get off!” And she was moaning and gasping, and I’m sure Margaret was totally silent on the other end of the line, so I took the phone away from Jade, and I lied to Margaret, “Margaret, This is Jake. I just ate your sister out. Bye.”
And I hung up the phone.
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