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Just a visit to the beach …
This story is a complete work of fiction. It has been written by a real life Master and slave couple. The structure is intended to reflect the alternate dom and sub view on an interesting scenario as our heroine, Ev, is introduced to slavery …Enjoy, and please let us know what you thought.
PART 2
Master (4) …
She was tied up right there on the wall in front of me. I had missed out on my rest and relaxation on the beach, but, hey, this was just perfect. Ev, or slut Ev, as I now started to call her, was absolutely gorgeous and, unbelievably, wanted to be my slave, or kajira, as she had just referred to it.
Her pussy was dripping juice but upon hearing the ‘k’ word I stopped my ministrations and stepped away from her body. Looking her dishevelled state up and down from toe to head and back again my cock just ached to relieve her of the burden of her virginity.
“You are a kajira are you Ev?”
“Yes,Sir,” she mumbled in reply.
“So who owns you then little white silk slave?”
She just looked back at me, directly this time, as if to say ‘I want you to own me Simon … Sir … Master.’
“You are beautiful,” I said.
“I am afraid,” she replied.
“Why?” I said.
“Because of what you might do to me.”
“What might I do to you,” I teased.
“You might take me or hurt me or …”
“…or do anything I like eh?”
She nodded. I glanced out of the window and saw the rain pouring down still.
“Okay slut, let me give you a chance.”
“Sir?”
“I will change the nature of the game now.” Although I said this, our little scenario had moved way beyond a game already. “If you do what I say then I will treat you well.”
“Yes, Master.” I was Master now, this was progress.
“You will obey slut,” I restated.
“Yes, Master,” she said again.
“Remove my sweat top.”
She looked up, questions in her eyes.
“Are you a docile slave?” I asked.
“Yes, Master,” she repeated.
“Then remove the sweat top.”
“Please … I cannot … I …”
“Why are you not being co-operative slave?”
“I cannot Master,” she whispered, “I am …”
“I want you naked kajira, strip it off now!” I raised my voice a little, fighting the need just to fuck her there and then.
Of course she couldn’t as her arms were held high and tight. More secure now that the wet bikini had dried around her skin. I could see that the material was digging into her flesh and I smiled.
“You are a rebellious slave,” I mocked.
“But Master …”
I walked back to our bags and picked up my towel. It was still soaked from the rain and so just right for what I had in mind. I returned to Ev and I think she realised my intention as she cried out.
“No, please Master … aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”
I flicked the towel out and struck her cutting into the front of her thighs. A second stroke cut across her pierced belly button and took the wind out of her.
“Now strip naked kajira,” I ordered. A tear spilled onto her cheek.
“I …cannot Master.”
“Then you will be beaten.”
“Nooooooooooo!” another cock erecting cry issued forth, as the end of the towel flicked against her pussy just nicking her erect clitoris. I saw her body convulse and marvelled as this attack on her groin seemed to spark intense stimulation in my lovely slut.
“Do you want to cum Ev,” I teased moving my hand down between her legs once more. The fact that she made no attempt to close her thighs gave me my answer but to be sure she whispered,
“Yes Master …yes please.”
I wanted to fuck her so badly but I also wanted to prolong our session and knew it would be all the sweeter for me if she were still being disciplined after having had an orgasm. The sensitivity of her pussy would be extreme. I would let her cum I decided.
I moved near to her, my face almost opposite hers. Lowering my mouth I kissed her hard, savagely opening her mouth so that her tongue could mix with mine. I moved my fingers to her pussy and stroked the slit, teasing her, arousing her even more.
Tearing her mouth from mine she moaned breathlessly “Oh, Sir … Master, please!”
“I will my slave, I will.”
I slipped two fingers inside Ev’s pussy and began to rub her blood engorged clit with my thumb. She replaced her mouth on mine as her body danced wildly against the cold stone of the boathouse.
I prolonged her climax for as long as I could but her clit was now so erect that any touch would have brought her off. Of course, I obliged.
“Are you ready to cum, slut?”
”Oh, yes, Master,” she groaned once more.
“Then ask me”
“Please let me cum, Master.”
”Beg me …”
”Master, I beg of you please finish me off.”
I laughed and began to circle my thumb against her clit.
It was enough. Evelyn Wang, student, 21 years old and bound to the walls of an old boathouse stopped fighting to prolong her ecstasy and writhed to my latest touch. I reached up with my free hand and twisted her nipple.
She screamed as a series of shattering orgasms swept through her yelling out a desire to be owned as her orgasm peaked and she slipped into a state of blissful satisfaction.
She now hung exhausted against the wall. With a great effort she forced her head up, looked me in the eye and whispered,
“Thank you, Master.”
Slut (4) …
What has come over me? I just thanked him for making me beg, humiliating me, revealing my deepest and darkest secrets and finger fucking me to orgasm! And when I told him I was a kajira, he even knew what that was!
When I was a teenage girl, I read the books by John Norman. His science fiction stories were about an imaginary world called Gor, where most women were slaves, called kajira.
I was passing by a stack of used paperbacks one day and the picture on the front, of a beautiful woman, chained, nearly naked, and in a submissive posture fascinated me.
I picked it up and knew I had to buy and read it. And I did, and bought and read all the books he wrote that I could find. I did not understand why my body reacted the way it did when I read about this strange world, why juice leaked from my pussy, but now I do.
I dreamed that slavers came and took me to Gor, where I would have my ears pierced, be branded, and serve men.
Ear piercing, on Gor, is considered the ultimate degradation. And when my parents denied my request to get my ears pierced, I argued and argued but to no avail. On Gor, a girl would beg to not have her ears pierced, while I was begging my parents to allow me to get mine pierced.
I memorized this passage from one of the books:
‘The girl’s lovely ears have been literally pierced; the penetrability of her sweet flesh is thus brazenly advertised upon her very body, a proclamation of her ready vulnerability, in incitement to male rape. And when she wears the earrings, he can see the metal disappearing in the softness of her ear, literally fixed within it. Her flesh is doubly penetrated, her softness about the intruding metal, before his very eyes. The wire loop, too, or rod, when it emerges from the ear and, by one device or another, fastens the ring upon her, may suggest her bondage.’
I had these words on a 3 by 5 card, tucked in my school notebook. I read them a thousand times. So within days of going to college, I had mine pierced, and wore hoops almost exclusively.
In my mind, the hoop symbolized my “hole”, and my desire to be used. And not long ago, I added a belly button piercing, another outward sign of my desire to be sexy, attractive, and then fucked. Yet, I did not date very much and was still a virgin despite being 21. I guess my respect for my culture and my parents was more powerful than my sexual desires.
And then suddenly, on this unplanned trip to the beach on a November afternoon, here I was, in my own personal Gor, and, unbelievably with a man that shared my fascination. I was helplessly tied to a cement wall, all but naked, and exhausted from writhing under the probing fingers of my captor. I had to fight back!
Gathering what little strength I had at this point, I yelled at him, “Now let me go! You’ve had your fun. I am going to yell for help if you don’t release me this very moment.”
He looked at me with a smile on his face, and then the smile disappeared.
Master (5) …
“Let you go; oh no slut, no way, now I am going to fuck you!”
I let the words sink in. I received neither objection nor consent but I sensed that Ev desired something. She was bound at my mercy after all and a wannabe slave, surely she had to want me.
Maybe I was arrogant but I sensed that Ev found me attractive. Despite the physical dominance of a Gorean Master there had to be an attraction there in order for the relationship to work properly and I sensed that Ev might willingly give her virginity to me.
I hoped so because she was the hottest chick that I had been so close to fucking for a long time.
“So, kajira?” I stated.
“Y … yes Master,” she replied.
“Are you white or red slik?”
“W … white, Master.”
I smiled.
“Okay then slave, turn yourself around and twist your arms so that you are facing the wall.”
She did as she was told twisting her almost naked body whilst I slipped off my shorts and readied myself for Ev’s deflowering.
I moved closer to her and gazed down upon the glorious nature of Ev’s ass facing me.
“Oh, Simon … Sir … Master!”
I felt that she was shocked to feel the warm shape of my fully erect penis at the mouth of her sex.
“Do you want me, Ev?”
"Well Ev? I’m waiting."
“But Master I have just cum, I cannot …”
“Selfish slave, this is not about you, it is about you pleasing me. I see that you will need to be subjected to much discipline in the future but for now I want to fuck you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master …”
“Good!”
I interrupted her musings, rubbing myself deliciously against her feeling the anticipation that was building once more inside my slave. I reached between her legs and began to touch her again, all the while keeping myself poised and ready. Her legs almost buckled as she started to soar.
"Poor Ev, it's all so confusing for you. I know you want more of this." I replaced my fingers with my manhood and slid myself inside her someway, barely enough to matter to me, but enough to elicit a deep moan from my slave.
"And then again we could do this the difficult way." I withdrew and moved so only my hands remained on her hips. "Which is it going to be?"
"Don't … don’t hurt me."
It was a rather futile attempt on her part. She knew this was something that I was going to do regardless of her consent or enjoyment. However, she had to consider the fact that I was making her want it.
“Don’t hurt me please,” she begged again.
I surprised myself that I didn’t laugh at her plea; instead I simply regarded this lovely creature before me. Her hair had fallen over her face and shoulders and I was unable to see her, even to gauge whether she meant it sincerely or spoke so because she felt duty bound to display her reluctance and never admit to the wanting. My restraint was waning and I was unsure how much longer I could hold out.
I rubbed myself against her once more, coating my entire exposed self with her amply flowing juice. I played with her clitoral nub, rubbing firmly and slowly, then faster. I held myself at her opening, waiting for her. Her breathing began to increase once more, and she started to wriggle her hips deliciously. With every movement I was sure she could feel me pressing further into her.
She pushed back and suddenly I was deep inside her. My fingers continued to play on her engorged flesh, whirling her forwards on a wave of oblivion. Ev was no longer in control.
I sensed this and smiled as I knew that she was incapable of more coherent consent. She was not objecting, and she seemed to be vocally enjoying herself at least. I had held myself long enough and as I felt her muscles begin their ascent towards climax I began to ease myself inside her more fully. Hoping that through the ecstasy of her own release she would be unaware of the pain I was about to cause.
Ev could do nothing but moan. I heard her gasp and a breath laden "No!" escaped her lips as I began to withdraw.
I had not pushed myself completely inside my slut as yet. No, I was savouring that moment when I buried myself as far as I could into her tight virgin womb. She was still wriggling around, still awaiting the next manifestation of her own release.
With gently controlled thrusts I moved back into her, a little more each time and then withdrawing, only to bring myself swiftly into the warmth of her pussy. She moaned freely with each additional impalement, never too loud, almost ladylike in its crescendo. I finally found myself at Ev’s barrier. I felt her body stiffen somewhat as I grazed her hymen with my cock.
I felt her movements quicken deliciously and with her tight sheath contracting around me I drove into her. I felt her virgin entrance give way easily under my swift attack, and she seemed to barely notice any pain. I savoured the feeling of her quivering flesh around my impalement as I paused to let her adjust to my size. She was truly as magnificent as I had imagined. Her flesh sucked me in, capturing me inside her, and I shivered with pleasure as I felt a trickle of her juices run down along my thighs.
Despite her second orgasm in quick succession tears now flowed freely down her sweet cheeks and the sobbing convulsions that racked her body only served to heighten my ceaseless onslaught.
As I pushed finally past the last bastion of her maidenhead Ev had shuddered. Now, as I surged deeper and deeper into the depths of her pussy, her panic and pain became clearer and she screamed and screamed the agony of what she must have been feeling.
I exploded inside her and Ev wept as jet after jet of semen spurted freely, filling her completely.
“Oh, please Simon, no more. No more.”
As my climax subsided I was certain that my slut must have hoped that the size of my cock would diminish, but it was not so and, without losing any of its size, I pulled the shaft almost savagely out of her, creating fresh spasms of agony for poor Ev, if her delicious body movements were to be believed.
I eased myself away from my beautiful captive and looked down upon her newly ravaged body. I saw a tinge of red running down her thighs, evidence, if any were needed, that she had indeed been a virgin.
This fact heightened my sense of conquest and, despite my recent satisfaction; I felt a twinge of desire raise its head once more. However, using my manhood again inside this poor gorgeous creature was out of the question, for a short time at least.
Unless ………
Slut (5) …
Maybe I could have stopped the rape. Maybe if I had yelled loud enough. But in truth, I could not. He was right. It was in order to give him pleasure that I did not really protest, just a token “No” with not an ounce of conviction behind it.
And now I was red silk - no longer a virgin. I began to cry in both pain and pleasure, acutely embarrassed by the fact that my virginity had gone and the finality that created. Oh, fuck, I am not even on any type of birth control! Now what!
“You bastard,” I felt myself crying, “what if I get pregnant?”
Simon smiled at me with a gentleness that belied the savagery of the act he had just performed on me.
“Don’t worry pretty one, we will get you a morning after pill and then you must seek proactive birth control. It is only by doing this that you will feel my seed surging through your body and not have to concern yourself with the consequences.”
I felt him reaching up to untie my hands from the bolts, and I sagged into his arms. I briefly felt the romance of the moment before he let me drop to the ground and snapped,
“Nadu!”
It took me a moment to remember what this meant, and so he barked again,
“Nadu!”
I rose from the ground, knelt back on my heels, knees wide, hands on my thighs, back straight, and head bowed.
“Head up,” he ordered, and I obeyed.
“You have not finished your duties, slave. Worship my cock in your mouth and clean it well.”
I opened my mouth to accept his cock, covered in my juices and blood and his semen. I thought I would gag, but he sensed my lack of confidence and spoke kindly.
“Is this your first time sucking a man’s cock?”
I nodded, yes.
“Then I will be merciful. Open your mouth wide, and do not let your teeth touch my skin. Relax and breathe through your nose. We will take it slowly. That’s it. Let your tongue caress my cock, clean it lovingly and slowly, take it deeper and deeper until…”
I couldn’t help it, I gagged and he pulled out immediately. He paused for a moment to let me collect myself and then ordered me to open again, and this time I took his cock deeper, feeling it tickle the back of my throat, controlling the gagging reflex, and completing the task of cleaning his manhood. He held my head tight to his groin making sure I could savour the feel of him stretching my lips and scraping my throat.
I was grateful that I had only had to clean him and that he was not ejaculating directly into my mouth. He withdrew in the deepening darkness of the boat house, pulled me to my feet and hugged me close to his chest as I sobbed in gratitude and humiliation.
By now the rain was little more than a drizzle and there was more light coming in through the window holes.
“Let’s go,” he said, taking me by one hand. He collected his bag and mine, gathered up our towels and my bikini, and walked me from our shelter. I was not thinking. I was just following and obeying and felt totally dependent on his commands. I can’t explain it to you any other way.
I wore only his sweatshirt and luckily the beach was not too populated following the rain, so there was no one bothered enough to witness the acute nature of my embarrassment as I pulled at the material to make sure it covered my ass and pussy.
He walked me back towards the line of parked cars. As we got nearer I could sense that he wasn’t going to ask me which car was mine which concerned me as I had assumed that I was about to be set free.
“Simon, this is my car just over there …”
He stopped me dead in my tracks and put his hand in my hair gripping hard enough to hurt but not to cause me to bend my body and reveal to anyone near by what was going on. His eyes looked angry and I was scared.
“Slave, don’t you ever use my name without my permission. I am your Master and you are my worthless slut. Understand?”
I nodded remembering through my fear to utter, “Y…yes Master.”
We continued past my car and to a large silver 4x4 of some sort. Here we stopped. This I gathered was his car. He clicked a button on his key fob and the back door flicked open. I was not secured in any way yet I stayed obediently by his side as he leaned and placed my bag with my things in it into the open space in his car!
I watched with some confusion as he took a small holdall style bag, opened it and then placed a length of small, bicycle style chain into it. This was quickly followed by an unopened plastic package that said ‘luggage spider’ on it.
Finally he took out a pair of flat white pumps from my bag and placed them in his holdall. Simon (I was still using his name in my mind) then clicked the back door closed and went round to the passenger side front door. He leaned inside and opened the glove compartment. I could not see too clearly but I noticed him take out a padlock with a small key in the end and place it in his pocket.
“You, slut, will carry this.” He handed me the bag which was heavier than its size would have suggested because of the chain that was inside. I picked it up.
“Wait!”
I stopped.
He reached down between my legs. I wanted to say stop, not here, not with people around, what are you doing? But I didn’t. I let him move the seam edge of the sweatshirt a little and wipe a streak of blood, pussy juice, and semen from my inner thighs. He held it up to my lips and I took his finger and sucked it clean.
“Good slut.” He smiled, and I found myself being grateful for that smile.
Then we set off back towards the boat house. I had honestly expected to be allowed to drive away but now my ordeal looked like it was going to continue. I was scared, excited and confused all at the same time.
We walked back over the sand which had been made harder with the rain. There were still a few people around enjoying the freshness that the rainfall had brought to the air. They did not give us a second glance as Simon and I walked through them and back to the place of my deflowering. I was just hoping that he did not order me to expose myself at all whilst we walked, as that would have been just too much humiliation for me to take.
But he didn’t and we were soon back inside the rundown, dusty, sandy building.
I looked at him expectantly.
“Slut, you may thank me for what just happened this afternoon.”
“Thank you, Master, for this afternoon.”
He moved to me and once more gripped my hair twisting tightly, this time making sure my body bent in pain.
“Is that the best you can do, slave?”
“Thank you, Master, for fucking your slave and taking her virginity and raping her cunt and mouth, Master.”
It concerned me to realise that I meant what I said. I really did like it this way. I was a slave and I needed a Master. I began to sob again.
Master (6) …
I gripped her hair hard and twisted as my new found slave used harsh words to describe what I had done to her this afternoon. It was amazing but after what was no more than 30 minutes since I had first fucked her my erection was nudging upwards under my shorts once again.
As I heard Ev thank me for fucking her and taking her virginity, I knew that she would be fucked again before this afternoon was through. I asked her to put down the bag containing the things I had brought from the car. Moving to her I placed my hands tenderly on her face and used my thumbs to brush away her tears.
“Slave Ev I want you to strip naked now. Take off the sweatshirt …”
I saw her look at me questioningly, as the last time I had issued that command I had done so only because I knew that she was tied and unable to comply. The consequence of that for her was that she was flicked harshly with a soaking wet towel. This time I really did want her naked and so I nodded in response to her unspoken query and said gently, “strip.”
I watched as the lovely, newly owned Evelyn Wang crossed her arms, gripped the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled it high up and over her head. It was a repeat, in part, of the show I had received earlier when she first walked onto the beach only this time it was her final vestige of modesty and left her superbly and stunningly naked.
If there was any uncertainty remaining as to whether I had renewed my ardour enough to fuck her again that uncertainty had now disappeared. As I surveyed her slim, tanned body I knew that I needed to be inside her once more.
She held my top in her fist waiting for instructions as to what she could or should do with it.
“Drop it on the floor slut,” I ordered, “and then stand with your hands clasped behind your head and your legs apart.
Ev obeyed immediately and stood before me in the manner I had requested. Once more I looked her slim, desirable figure up and down. She glanced back at me.
“Look at the floor slave,” I said firmly. Again, Ev responded straight away.
“Ask me to fuck you slut.”
“Please fuck me Master,” Ev said without looking up.
“Beg me to fuck you slut.”
“I beg of you Master, please make your worthless slave feel useful by screwing her and filling her with your seed.”
I smiled, liking what I heard. I stood facing her, hands on my hips.
“Okay slave, down on your knees, keep your hands behind your head and take down my shorts.”
Ev risked a quick glance directly at me.
“It’s okay,” I said, “now I want to see you looking into my eyes.”
“Master, may your useless slut speak?”
“Go ahead.”
“This is really hard for me Master. What if slut should be incapable of performing successfully what you have asked of her?”
“You will not fail slut, the word is not in your vocabulary. If you do not succeed the first time you will be beaten so hard that you will not fail a second time.”
Her eyes looked directly into mine and, gulping, Ev got down onto her knees. I smiled as she shuffled forwards, hands still behind her head, towards me. Her face was now positioned ideally at the level of my groin. I looked down on her as she reached me and started to tug at the tie strings with her teeth. This was terrific. I could feel her brush my erection with her face and my desire became even more inflamed.
“Kiss the length of my cock slut through the material.”
Without hesitation Ev started to perform as requested. I felt her soft lips lovingly kiss up and down the shaft, making it grow even more – if that were possible. Having navigated the length several times she paused of her own volition and started to play with the end. Albeit through my shorts I could feel her tongue licking deliciously and her lips closing in on the hard shape.
“If you make me cum before I am ready slut I will make you suffer.”
“I am sorry Master,” Ev said quietly as she once more tugged at the tie strings on my shorts. It did not take much more work for her to pull them free at which point Ev started to pull the shorts down with her teeth. It took some work but soon she had them to a point where my cock was obstructing her progress.
“Master, I am sorry but I can’t get them any further down.”
I believe she must have seen the look on my face because she resumed her task with a renewed vigour pulling the shorts away from my body and allowing my cock to spring free. She paused briefly to kiss my naked flesh, which was a nice touch on her part, before pulling the shorts to the floor. If I had been looking to beat her I could have made life hard by refusing to move my feet. However I was now desperate to screw my little slut and so I kicked the shorts away and faced her naked.
“I want you on all fours slave.”
Her wish was my command. I looked down on the glorious body of my slut Ev. Only a few hours ago she had come quietly to the beach in search of a sun tan, and now she was prostrate on all fours waiting to be fucked. The light was beginning to fade now which accentuated certain curves on Ev’s body delightfully.
“Ask me to fuck you in the Ass slut.”
I smiled as I heard an audible gasp from Ev.
“Master, please …”
“What? Are you disobeying me?” The request was certainly causing her some consternation.
“No Master, of course not Master.”
“Then ask me.”
”M...Master,” this was hard for her, “Master, please …”
“Yes slut, what is it?”
“Master, please fuck me in the ass.”
I got down to my knees and took her hair in my hands, gripped tight and twisted her face to mine.
“You are a good slut. Do you know what a Master’s kiss is?” I asked.
“Yes Master …” she replied.
With that I twisted her head even more and exposed her neck to me following which I proceeded to attack her lips kissing Ev passionately and powerfully taking her top lip and biting it. Ev yelped a little but became calmer when I moved to her bottom lip and began to suck on that. I heard a small moan come from my slave as I moved to her neck, kissing and nibbling it before I licked the entire length of her smooth skin. Ev looked ravaged by my assault on her face and neck but as I released her hair and let her head fall face down once more I heard her say without any prompting,
“Thank you, Sir, for covering me in a Master’s kiss.”
She was shaking a little now, turned on but not sure where she would be fucked, I guessed was the reason for her tremble. She need not have worried, not for today at least, as I wanted to be inside her sweet little pussy once more.
As I moved behind and closer to her I heard a quiet gasp as she felt my hands slide up her inner thighs towards the very centre of her body.
My fingers prised apart the cheeks of her bottom, laying her open for impalement, had I so chosen. Ev groaned as she felt my fingers trace the crevice of her ass cheeks, fearing the worst as I stroked the tight rose of her anus before working lower to the hot pink slit that gaped so invitingly.
I slid two fingers inside her, making her body writhe as the evidence of her pleasure began to bubble up once more. I began to frig her and my fingers made a slight squelching sound as they moved in and out of her slit. Ev remained as still as she could, fighting the tremors that seemed to be building up from her stomach. I looked to the side and saw her biting her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out loud.
"Oh fuck me Master," she cried.
I smiled. "Ask me nicely."
"P-please fuck me Master."
"Again."
"Oh! Oh please fuck me. Please put your cock into me Master. Fuck me, fuck your slut!"
The last word was almost lost in a strangled cry as she suddenly felt the thick bulb of my cock pressing against her slit. She pushed her ass back at me eagerly, and cried out as I slid my cock into her, deeper and deeper until it filled her completely.
Then I was fucking her again, driving my weapon hard, as my stomach slapped against her backside whilst I took my pleasure in her. Ev seemed beside herself. The force of my thrusts became harder, pounding her body, and I could hear her breath coming in loud grunts as she was hurled forward with every stroke.
Then I was there. A shout of climax marked the release of my sperm once again into the used pussy of Evelyn Wang, my slut, my slave. Then she too cried out as almost at once as she felt yet another orgasm triggered. Sensing her passion, I continued to plunge my cock deep as it spurted again and again within her glorious body.
At last I was done and I lay still across Ev’s ass and back as she lay panting beautifully beneath me, exhausted. My fingers traced her spine as I gazed down at her, my cock still deeply embedded between her sensitive lips.
"My passionate little slave," I murmured.
“Thank you Master,” she replied almost lovingly.
After a few seconds of recovery I pulled my slackening shaft out of her. Ev groaned as a trail of my sperm created a thin river like channel down her thighs. There was still some blood but not too much as her virginity was now rapidly becoming a thing of the past.
I stood up.
“Clean me kajira!” I ordered.
My slut was exhausted but knew her place. So, with no little ache in her body she placed her hands behind her head and shuffled forward on her knees. Her mouth immediately went to my pubic hair as she licked and sucked the remnants of our coupling from it. Following this she moved to my cock taking it smoothly into her mouth and letting her lips create a sheath around the shaft as she sucked up the left over semen, blood and juice. I watched as she swallowed it down leaving an enticing string of the mixture connecting her to my groin.
“Stand slave,” I now ordered.
“Master,” she said quietly, “may your useless slut speak?”
“Go ahead.”
“Master, would you … could you … kiss me again, like the last time … a Master’s kiss I mean Master.”
I looked her straight in the eye and made sure my face looked angry.
“How dare you even start to suggest what I may or may not do to you? How I treat you is not yours to decide. I own you now, do you understand?”
Ev looked genuinely scared.
“Well … do you?”
“Y… y … yes Master.”
“Who owns you slut?”
“You do Master?”
“Good slut. So long as we are clear.” She looked relieved.
“Okay, if you want a Master’s kiss then you must do something for me in order to deserve such a reward.”
Ev looked up. I reached into the bag and took out the length of bicycle chain. It was a single length of about 6 feet and clean, not used and oily. Her eyes widened.
“Go and stand against the wall. Place your palms flat against it and stand with your feet about 3 feet away and 3 feet apart. I am going to give you 5 hard lashes with the chain following which, providing you count each lash and then thank me for it; I will give you a Master’s kiss.”
Ev looked dumbfounded.
“Well slut, go now to your position. What are you waiting for?”
“Master … I … can’t …”
“Go slave to where I have commanded. You are mine totally now and must obey.”
Ev looked delightfully scared but non-the-less moved into the position I had asked of her. I saw her lip tremble and she was crying.
“Are you scared pretty one?”
“Y … y … yes Master.”
”Do not worry it will soon be over.” I lashed the chain onto the sandy floor and watched Ev’s reaction as she saw the dust fly around and a gash in the earth open up. She imagined this to be her skin and sobbed even harder.
“Are you ready slut?”
“Yes Master,” she whispered.
I moved to her and grasped her hair. I twisted her head and exposed her neck whereupon I savagely kissed, sucked and bit upon her lips until I tore my mouth away and licked the length of her sensuous neck.
“Master?” Ev said breathlessly.
”I would not be so hard on my slut as to whip her with a chain …”
“Oh, Master,” her tears were now of relief and gratitude.
“… unless she deserved a harsh punishment of course.” I left the possibility that it could happen just hanging there for Ev’s benefit.
“Slut we need to leave now, but first I need I need to prepare you. Stand with your hands behind your head and your legs apart.”
I smiled as Ev, not knowing what I had planned, looked quizzically back at me but obeyed my order. I reached into the bag and took out the package marked ‘luggage spider’ and opened it up.
Ev dare not ask me what it was but I wanted her to know so that she could anticipate its use upon her body.
“Slut,” I said standing up and holding the spider out to her. “This is a spider fastening. You can see that from a central point 4 thick stretch legs of about 9 inches in natural length come out. The idea is that you pull them as tight as you can before hooking them into place in order to fasten things such as luggage to your car. However I have a different use for it.”
With that I moved behind Ev and placed the central point at the base of her spine. She flinched deliciously. Holding it in place I pulled one of the spider’s legs out and around her body and fastened it back onto the central point. I noticed Ev suck her already flat and slim stomach in as far as she could as the leg pulled tight against itself trying to get back to its natural length of only 9 inches.
“Oh … Master …” Ev uttered breathlessly.
I reached around and fastened a second leg in the opposite direction around her waist.
”Ohhhhhh!” she really was feeling it now.
“Now slut, can you imagine where the next two are going.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Where?”
“My pussy, Sir.”
“Ask me to do it slave.”
Ev swallowed hard and then said, “Please fasten the next leg through my pussy Master.”
I smiled and reached down between her spread legs. Her slit was still wet from the sex we had just had and so it was easy to position the spider’s leg between her labial lips. Then I pulled upwards.
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!” she yelled as the leg was stretched way beyond its natural 9 inches and disappeared into her ass cheeks from behind through and into her pussy only reappearing from the very top of her mound rubbing harshly against her clitoris.
“Please Master … take it out … I can’t stand it.”
I looked upon my slut Evelyn as her body almost doubled over trying to relieve the intrusive agony of the spider’s leg. I took the fourth, despite her eyes pleading with me not to and secured it down the same path. So now she had two legs splitting her in two almost, one on top of the other. She looked to be in agony.
“Stand up straight slave.”
Ev did as she was told, albeit with a struggle.
“Now I will fasten the chain like so I order to secure the spider in place.”
I proceeded to link the chain through and around the tight spider, somehow finding space between the stretched leg and Ev’s skin. As I linked it all the way around her waist I made sure to wrap it around the spider’s hooked connectors making it impossible to remove the object of her torture.
Once I had completed this I then took the remaining few feet of chain and wrapped it around Ev’s waist before fastening a padlock through the links. She looked amazing and the hard links of the chain were pressed tightly into her nubile flesh underneath the stretched spider. They would leave a serious imprint whenever she was released that would be for sure.
Ev was struggling. The bondage she was suffering was very restrictive and it was obvious that she was in pain. I reached back into the bag and took out the white pumps. Ev watched with an ever growing sense of even more horror as I placed a handful of small sharp stones in each.
“Lift up your left leg Ev.”
I knew this would not be easy given her state of being bound so I grabbed her ankle gently and placed the pump on her foot. I smiled as she winced in pain when her foot was placed back on the floor. I repeated the same with her right pump and so now Ev faced me not really knowing which part of her body hurt the most.
“Okay, Slut you may thank me.”
Ev looked up and forced the words out.
“Thank you Master for tying me in this way and putting stones in my shoes.”
Perfect. A few short hours ago Evelyn Wang had been a 21 year old gorgeous virgin. Now she had been fucked twice and was tied in a state of excruciating bondage. I placed the sweatshirt back over her head. This concealed the spider and the chain and meant that the only signs of her state were the constant writhing and squirming of her lovely body.
“Ok slut here’s what happens now. I am going to leave first. I will walk to my car and wait for you there. Once you see me at my car you will then walk across the beach to me. That way I can watch your struggle. At some point I want you to stop by someone on the beach and ask them if they have the correct time.”
I knew that this would be both agonising and embarrassing for Ev as the beach was starting to fill up a little more now the rain had cleared, the working day had ended and the weekend had begun. Despite the on coming dark people brought down their BBQs and so the sand was anything but deserted.
“Tell me Ev do you live alone?”
“No sir, I have a room mate.”
“Okay, so when we are both at my car you will call your roomy and tell her that you are ok, that you have met someone and may well be out until Sunday night. Understand?”
“Yes Master.”
I knew that she would obey me as unless I unlocked the padlock she could not remove either the spider or the chain.
”Then you will get into your car, follow me and we will have the whole weekend together.”
I laughed as I picked up the bag and left the old boat house.
“See you at the car slut!”
Slut (6) …
I just stared, watching as he walked away, sand kicking up in his wake, basically in shock about what had happened in these past few hours. The legs of his spider caused horrible discomfort to my pussy, as they dug relentlessly and deep. And I let him chain it to my body, the ultimate sign of bondage, padlocked in place. I wanted to wail in humiliation and shock.
But I knew I had to obey. There was no thought of rebellion at this point. He had almost reached his car, and I set off.
The first step was agony, my pussy screaming in bondage, the bungee cords digging deeper and deeper, the chains tight around my waist, and why had he put the small rocks in my shoes? Of course I knew the answer, to make me suffer for the privilege of serving him, to make me walk in the most uncomfortable way, to accent the restrictions hidden under the sweatshirt.
I could see him watching me and I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing me struggle. But the sharp stones were doing their damage, and I could barely make it, no grace, no sexy catwalk, just discomfort.
The beach was far busier than when I had first arrived, people desiring to get the last rays of the sun after the late afternoon shower. A family of four was staking out their claim on the sand to my right. They carried coolers, so they planned a BBQ, I suspected.
Two surfers with their boards marched towards the water out ahead, and though they glanced at me, I must have looked totally unappealing, in a baggy sweatshirt and limping, almost shuffling along. And a boy and his girlfriend, probably high schoolers, walked nearby holding hands, he was carrying a picnic basket.
Tears started coming to my eyes, thinking of the romance that they felt and the humiliation that engulfed me. I was going to stop them, but I could see they were not wearing watches.
A jogger was coming along the beach. I veered towards the water, as the jogger closed the distance. “Excuse me, Sir,” I called out. “Can you tell me what time it is?” I was not sure what I wanted, for him to stop or just to call out the time. He stopped.
“Hi, it’s about 4:40,” he said as he slowed, his eyes checking out the sight before him. “Are you ok?” he asked?
“Yeah, sure, just wondered what time it was,” I responded.
“I was just wondering, ‘cos it looked like you were limping.” He must have been in good shape, because I noticed he was talking normally, while I would have been huffing and puffing for breath.
“Uh, no, just a blister on one of my feet, that’s all,” I lied.
“Anything else?” he asked, and then I realized that I had unconsciously allowed my gaze to fall to his crotch, noticing the bulge already growing. Surely the way I looked now was not sexy, but he was interested.
“No, that’s ok, I have to get going,” I said, realizing Master was waiting.
“Maybe I’ll see you again some time. Thanks.” And I turned away and headed towards the cars, the limp less pronounced as I was getting used to the rocks.
As I neared, I could feel the spider cords sliding and making slight squishy noises. My juices were flowing like a river and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I walked up to Master, who ordered me to kick off my shoes and get into a display position. I obeyed immediately despite the fact that we were in the bay of a public car park bordering the beach.
Relieved to be barefoot, I spread my legs and locked my hands behind my neck, forcing my breasts to press outward beneath the sweat top. By lifting my hands, the sweatshirt rode well above my hips to reveal the spider and chain bondage. I prayed no one was looking.
“Have a nice walk, slut?” he laughingly asked, circling his slut, knowing there was no answer other than “Yes, Master” that I could give.
“Why did you decide to ask the jogger about the time, and not someone else?”
“Master, I …”
“Wait, slut, we need to correct something right now. You are no longer an ‘I’. You will refer to yourself in the third person, or using some identifying phrase such as ‘your slut’ or ‘this fucking cunt’. Do you understand?”
How demeaning, but of course this slut responded, “Yes, Master, your kajira understands.”
“Continue with your answer, slut.”
“Master, your slut could see he had a watch, and she did not want to appear in front of the family with the two children,” I answered truthfully. As I was completing my answer, his hands had gone under the shirt, and his fingers were sliding under two of the spider cords. He intentionally pulled outward, making them dig deeper, as if that was possible.
I let out an audible moan of anguish and hopelessness, and he just laughed at my plight.
“These cords are sopping wet, slut,” he announced, making no attempt to keep his voice down. “Are you enjoying this, kajira Ev?”
“No, Master, they hurt and my feet…”
He suddenly drove his fingers under the cords and into my abused pussy. “Incorrect, slut,” he hissed. You may not say “my anything.” You own nothing anymore, slut, not your feet, not your pussy, not even your name. Do not refer to anything as my or mine and do not use first person pronouns in any way, shape or form.”
Using his fingers in my pussy as leverage, he practically lifted me off the ground and pulled me closer to himself. With an unpleasant smile, more like a smirk on his face, he kissed me once again as a Master kisses his slave, leaving me panting and like putty in his hand. He seemed to sense that his fingers were driving me to the edge of a powerful orgasm, and he suddenly pulled out
“Noooooooooo…” I whimpered, but he just laughed, knowing what I was thinking.
He ordered me to Nadu, and I quickly fell to my knees, spread them wide, and awaited my next humiliation. He reached for my bag and pulled out my cell phone. “Call your roomie and tell her what I told you,” he said, handing me the phone.
I dialled and prayed Rika would not pick up, afraid of what questions she would ask. Her answering machine responded after six rings, and I sighed a prayer of thanks.
“Hi, it’s…” I hesitated, not sure if I would be punished for using either my name or the word “me.” I raised my eyes to Master and he smiled knowingly at my concern. “…it’s your sweetheart,” and I gave a silly laugh. “Hey, met a friend from high school at the beach, and gonna spend the next day or two at her place, catching up on old times, k? See you Sunday sometime, love you, bye!”
I disconnected and handed the phone back to Master. “Nice work, slut,” he praised, and I actually appreciated his words. He now had me for at least 48 hours.
“Master, may your slut speak?”
“Yes, what do you want, cunt?”
“Um, Master, your slave does have studying to do this weekend and a paper due on Monday and she …”
“Yes, yes, I am sure you do. Don’t worry; you will be back to your place in plenty of time on Sunday, with a whole new outlook on life. Now, stand up and let’s get going,” he said, as I began to rise.
He grabbed my bag, tossed the phone in it, and handed it to me. “We can’t leave your car parked here all night, so you go get it and drive back over here. Follow me and we’ll take it to a friend’s shop where you can park it and get it on Sunday. Walk barefoot and see if you remember the kajira way to walk, as though your ankles are chained. Now get,” and with that, he lifted the back of the sweatshirt and slapped my ass, making me jump and exclaim. He simply laughed.
I walked as though my ankles were separated by only a few inches of chain, and the movement again reminded me of the spider legs and chain that encased my pussy. I wanted to get in my car and flee, but I couldn’t, padlocked as I was. There was no choice but to return to Simon and follow him as I had been ordered.
As I neared his SUV, he started up and I followed him out onto Pacific Coast Highway, headed back into town. We turned off a few miles later and zigzagged through several streets. My mind was a mess and I was so uncomfortable, shackled as I was.
After a few more turns, I saw him put on his right blinker and for the first time tried to think where we were. He turned into a small parking lot and then I realized. It was an adult book and novelty shop. In gaudy neon the lights declared that they did piercing and tattooing.
He parked and so did I. I thought I would just get out of my car and into his, but instead he got out first and walked to my door as I was opening it.
“Hand me your bag, slut.” I obeyed and he tossed it into the trunk of his car. “Let’s go say hi to my friend,” and he reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the back door of the shop.
“Oh, wait a sec. Raise your hands up over your head.” When I obeyed, he began to lift the sweatshirt and I immediately lowered my hands and exclaimed, “Wait, Master…”
His reaction was swift and without mercy. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head downward. He quickly administered 6 hard slaps on my exposed ass, as I yelped and begged him to stop.
“When I,” slapppp, “tell you to do something,” slapppp slappppp, “you do it, no complaints,” slappppp, “no delay,” slapppp, slapppp. “Do you understand, slave?” he asked, jerking my head upward. I nodded quickly and he jerked my hair harder. “Answer correctly, kajira!”
“Yes, Master, your slave understands,” I choked out with tears running down my cheeks.
He lifted the sweatshirt completely off, and there I stood, naked except for his bondage and my hoop earrings.
“Now, let’s go, and don’t disobey me again!” and he led me to the back door of the shop.
To be continued …
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