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Tomorrow I will meet my third Master.
I wake as the warmth of the sunrays stroke my body. I am tied tightly to the bed, Master is lying close against me, I cannot move without disturbing him, so I try to return to sleep.
Soon he moves, stirring slowly as he wakes to the new day. He nuzzles against me, stroking my body, caressing my breasts, kissing my shoulders and back.
The phone rings and we both jump with a start. Master leaves the bed to answer it, I move slightly to relieve cramp and wait for him to return.
I heard him enter the room.
‘That was your new Master, he explained how he wants to find you and how much time I have.’ He was untying my arms and legs as he spoke.
‘You will shower and dress me before breakfast Sub.’
‘Yes Master.’
We moved to the shower, I ran the water and sponged Master all over. His cock was hard but he gave no signals for me to suck it, so I simply washed him, toweled him dry and assisted him to dress.
In the kitchen, I served breakfast. Master asked for some bran with breast milk and fresh fruit so I prepared his request. He invited me to join him and eat.
‘You will go to the dungeon after breakfast and milk yourself.’
‘Yes Master.’
‘I will attach you to the desired equipment before I bid farewell, and your new Master will arrive in the next few hours.’
‘Yes Master.’
I moved from the table soon after finishing my breakfast, went to the dungeon and set up the milking machine. It had been many days since I milked and the first few sucks sent sharp stings of pain through my nipples. Soon the pumping and sucking motions were arousing me as I lay on the massage table.
My pussy was beginning to throb as the sensations increased, I was used to some form of stimulation in the morning, yesterday I was tortured mercilessly, today so far, nothing.
Master entered the dungeon. I was waiting for him, lying on the massage bed, breasts empty and somewhat deflated.
‘Stand.’
I obeyed immediately.
‘Move to the horse.’
Again I obeyed, standing at the specially designed horse that my real Master had made.
‘Bend over.’
I bent over the horse; my legs open wide and leaning against the padded restraints, my arms reaching for the same restraints on the front legs of the horse. My pussy resting against the padding on the end of the wooden beam and my breasts hanging freely to either side.
Master moved forward began to stroke my damp pussy. I remained still as he pushed his fingers gently inside me, stroking in and out slowly as my wetness increased. His thumb pressed against my anus, gently stroking it, finally entering in stroke with his fingers. I was beginning to moan, the lightness of his fingering was driving me wild. He continued to stimulate me and I struggled to remain still and in position without restraints. The orgasm was building fast; his rhythm was still the same, three fingers in my pussy and his thumb deep into my arse with every stroke. I was struggling, beginning to moan loudly and move my hips against him.
‘Master… oh Master…’
‘Silence.’
‘Ummm… oh, oh…’
He thrust inside me swiftly and hard. I had no idea what happened until I felt his cock smash against my inner bones.
‘ohhhh Gooooodddddd…’ He grunted loudly as he pounded inside me.
I bit my lip hard, but the orgasm came too fast..
‘Ohh, Maaassttt.. oh, oh, oh… aghhhhhhh.’ I stiffened all over and orgasmed hard against him.
He pumped his juices deep inside me, grunting like a rabid animal as he released himself to me.
I slumped on the horse, he slumped on my back.
It felt like minutes before I took another breath, my arms and legs numb and my body hanging like a rag doll. Master was still for a long time also.
Finally he moved, stood up and helped me move off the horse.
‘I have had great pleasure with you Sub. You have pleased me.’
‘Thank You Master.’
‘I must prepare you for your third and final Master.’
‘Yes Master.’
He moved about the room arranging the tools that he required. He clamped the massage table into position near the center of the room. There were many rings on the floor and overhead chains available to him in this position.
‘Lie on the massage table, on your back, arms above your head, legs together.’
‘Yes Master.’
I move into the position he requested and he began to place the leather cuffs on my ankles. He pulls my legs so that my bum is on the edge of the table, and attached the wide spreader bar to my legs. He pulls it to its widest setting, stretching me severely. Reaching upwards, he pulls the hook from the ceiling chain down and attached it to the bar. He then moves to my head.
My hands are clipped to the top corners of the table. He secures them tightly, checking that he hasn’t pulled my arse away from the edge of the bed.
He moves away from the table and I feel him winching my legs upwards. They are pulled up so that my arse cheeks are just touching the table. My legs are being pulled away from my body also, adding to the stretching sensation on my arms.
I am uncomfortable but excited.
He moves towards my head and stuffs a cloth into my mouth. It is very large and fills my cheeks out firmly. He then tapes over it tightly so that I am totally silent.
My anticipation is building, so is my fear.
I see him approach between my legs and assume that he is going to fill my holes, but instead he places clamps on my pussy lips and secures them very tightly. I jerk and wriggle at this, the pinching sensation is painful to my pussy lips and the clamp also placed on my clit is excruciating. I writhe on the bed but he ignores me. I am snorting loudly through my nose, barely able to lift my head from the massage bed to look at him.
His next position is behind my head, and the pinching of my nipples signals more pain from yet more clamps. I am right; he places the clamps firmly on my nipples and tugs them hard. The clamps do not move except to pull my nipples as he stretches them upwards. The chain between the clamps is hooked to a pulley over my head and to my horror he is winding it up. My nipples are stretched beyond their limits, I scream at him but he ignores me. I feel as if they are going to be ripped off me, I wish this would happen, to end this torture, but he secures the chain, checks my arms and legs and moves away.
He returns to my pussy, the clamps have bitten into my flesh and the swelling is beginning. The clamps have single chains attached to each of them. I can feel the lubricant being drizzled over my holes. I hold my breath.
He slowly eases the extra large butt plug deep inside me. I bite down onto the gag as he moves it around, twisting it and pumping it in and out a couple of times. The dildo in my pussy was also huge, it ground its way inside me, pressing on the clamps and against the butt plug as he coaxed my muscles to loosen and admit the intrusion.
The clamp attached to my clit was pulled downwards, the pain shot through me as he pulled it over the butt plug and clipped it to the end of the table. The slightest movement would pull directly on my clit. The clamps on each side of my pussy were also pulled, effectively closing my pussy over the dildo, ensuring that they remain deep inside me and any movements would both stimulate and torture me.
I was hyperventilating, the pain was everywhere and I was terrified. My eyes darted from side to side to see what he was doing now, to plead for mercy.
His face came into view, he was smiling at me.
‘Shhhh, calm down Sub, you will hurt yourself. Shhhhh.’
He patted my head gently, stroking my hair until I calmed my breathing down.
‘I am leaving, your next Master will be here by days end. You will be well advised to please him as he is strict.’
I wanted to scream out but my energy was gone. My arms cramped above my head, tightly attached to the table, my legs also cramping, high in the air, hanging on a chain, widely stretched to their limits. Any movement of my legs was excruciating, it pulled on the nipple clamps. Relief was only brief when I could arch my back slightly, but this then pulled on the clamp to my clit and even more pain cursed through me.
I wanted my Master home, my real, loving, loyal Master. I cried for him, cried buckets of tears as the day wore on.
I was in darkness, I had no idea of time, no sense of anyone else in the house, no clue as to who the third Master would be.
I hated this.
Hours passed.
I thought I heard the door. I froze, stopped breathing and listened hard. Yes, I could hear footsteps in the house.
Oh my God, the third Master was here.
The footsteps came and went, loud and soft, driving me out of my mind.
I imagined that he couldn’t find me, he was wandering about the house looking for me, perhaps it wasn’t him, someone else was in our home, I was panicking.
The door finally opened and I could hear him approach me. I was tired, thirsty and numb from the pain. I lay still and silent as the steps moved closer and closer, suddenly it was dark, the blindfold swiftly covered my eyes, his hands lifting my head roughly and tying it tight. My body pulled and jerked, my nipples stung, my legs ached, the clamps on my pussy pulled and bit hard into my flesh and my swollen clit was tortured again.
His hands moved down my body, gently, slowly as he moved towards my feet.
I was tense, I knew that the pain from the release of the clamps would be extreme, the pain that I had endured so far would pale into the distance compared to what was to come. I tried to prepare as he passed his hands over my arse cheeks to my pussy. He pressed against my pussy lips as he released the first chain, the pain surged quickly as the clamp was removed and I screamed loudly into the gag. Quickly he removed the second chain, my pussy now open and agonizing as I squirmed on the table to relieve the pain. My nipples were again stretching, pulling and pinching as I writhed on the bed.
He stood back and watched me.
Finally I settled down and he parted my pussy lips. He stroked my clit gently, the sensation sent me wild as he took my clit between his fingers and released the clamp. Again I arched my back and screamed. He stroked my clit, rubbing and massaging it until I settled again.
My legs and arms were still tightly tied, and the clamps continued to bite into my nipples.
Master began to play with the plug and dildo inside me, he pressed and twisted them, slowly beginning to fuck me with one then both of them. I was still writhing on the bed, my juices poured out onto the table as he increased his rhythm and I lay at his mercy.
He pushed the butt plug deep inside me and kept fucking with the dildo in my pussy. I could feel the orgasm building, panting hard into the gag I stiffened my arms and legs to stop it but he wouldn’t let up. Then he stopped, leaving me teetering on the edge.
He stopped fucking me, took the dildo out and walked from the room. I heard the door close as I thrashed on the table, begging for release. The plug still deep in my arse was moving and pressing against me as I wriggled and squirmed.
I was exhausted, lying on the table trying to catch my breath and prepare for him again when the door opened. I froze again. In darkness, gagged tightly and restrained to my limit I was at his mercy.
I again listened as he moved about the room.
I could sense his presence before he removed the tape from my mouth.
‘Silence Sub.’
I nodded.
He pulled the cloth from my mouth and I breathed deeply. The air felt good as I took in some deep breaths and cleared the fog in my head.
‘Drink.’
He put the straw to my mouth and I sucked on it. The water was cold and refreshing and I was thankful for the drink.
‘Thank You Master.’ I said as he pulled the drink away from me.
‘You are welcome Sub. You are a pleasing site to me restrained like this. I have a great plan for you this evening and you will fulfill my wishes or be punished.’
‘Yes Master.’
‘Good, lets get started then shall we.’
I lay on the table and tried to relax my arms and legs. My nipples were beyond numb, they felt like they were only partially attached to my body.
I could hear him moving about in the dungeon, moving furniture and chairs, he put a CD on and had the soft music playing as he moved in and out of the room. I could smell the scented candles burning and recognized the sound of him placing the large candle stands about the room.
He came close to me again, I could smell the freshness of his body, he had showered and I guessed that he was naked.
He washed my face gently with the cloth and warm water. Moving gently down my body he washed me, careful not to disturb my bondage at all, he concentrated on my stomach, pussy and arse. He gently slid his hand under my arse and wiped over the bed under my body.
He removed the butt plug from inside me but after washing and drying my arse, I felt him insert something else. It felt hard and sharp he pushed again inserting more objects inside me, but leaving some protrusion from my arse. This was an uncomfortable sensation, but I could not make out if it was another plug. It was filling my arse without causing me pain or discomfort.
Next he washed my pussy, pushing the cloth inside me he washed and dried me off before I felt him insert something inside. It felt almost fluid like it was cool and smooth. Next he inserted more inside me, soft and again cool, many times he pressed inside me, my pussy swelling to take whatever it was.
I was bewildered as to what he was doing, I lay still and silent as he worked.
He was placing various items onto the bed around my body, and onto my stomach. Light, gentle sensations as he seemed to be strategically, artistically decorating me.
‘Master.’ I was increasingly curious as to the sensations and smells that were filling the room.
‘Silence Sub or I will gag you.’
‘Yes Master.’
Now standing near my head he smoothed my hair back from my face. He placed more decorations onto my chest, right up to my neck.
‘Hmmm, very good.’
He moved to my head and began to untie the blindfold.
‘Tonight we are having a tea party, and you my dear are the main course.’
I blinked and focused. My stomach was covered with pieces of fruit, beside my head were items of food, the smell signaling to me that there was more fruit and sweet items near my head.
I looked at him but did not recognize him at all. He was tall, muscular and tanned, his head seemed to be bald but I didn’t have a chance to look at him further.
He moved up and placed a cloth scarf across my forehead. He wrapped it once around my head before tying it off to each side of the bed. My head was tied still and I couldn’t turn or lift it. He then took another cloth and wrapped it around the base of my breasts. Gently he wound it around until my breasts were covered almost half way up to my stretched nipples. He tucked the ends under the material and stood back to admire his work. I saw a large bowl above my head, and Master placing something cold into the space he created between my breasts. Next there was liquid dripping onto my nipples, I could see that it was liquid chocolate, quickly followed by cream being sprayed on top.
‘Sub, I need you to listen to me carefully.’
‘Yes Master.’
You are NOT, under any circumstances permitted to move your body. You will remain still until I give you permission to move.
‘Yes Master.’
‘Let me explain. I have invited some friends over for dinner, they are out in the lounge area now. You will serve them in many ways this evening. Firstly we have the entrée. In your arse, you hold 3 large King Prawns. These will be replaced with more as my guests help themselves to your temptations.’
Oh my god, I was full of food… I was aghast.
‘In your pussy are a selection of the finest seafood in the area. There are shrimp, oyster, crab meat and more, mixing beautifully with my own seafood sauce and your pussy juices.’
The thought that I was being used this way excited me and I could feel my pussy reacting.
‘On the rest of your body is a variety of fresh vegetables; you will hold small tubs of garnish. Dessert will comprise fresh strawberries and cream, licked directly from your breasts and nipples.’
‘Oh no, please Master. I tried to beg him to leave my sore nipples out of this but he was not pleased.
‘Silence. There will be no noise from you or punishment will be harsh.’
‘Yes Master.’
I was shocked. Barely enough time passed for me to comprehend what he was saying when people began to enter the room. There were Male and Female voices, laughing and chatting as I lay still, barely breathing, staring up at the ceiling, at my stretched nipples.
The guests moved up to me. All peering at me and laughing as they took in the feast laid out before them.
The night seemed to last forever. The guests moved back and forward, taking food from me at will. As soon as the prawns were taken from my arse, more were placed inside me. The seafood was scooped out of my pussy by the spoonful, replaced and emptied time and time again. Occasionally one of the guests would stroke my clit or jiggle one of the prawns inside me, making me jerk and pull on my bonds.
I lay still throughout the evening. The guests continued to feast on the food that covered me, treating me as a table decoration, ignoring my presence.
The dessert was the last part of the evening. Master invited everyone to stand near the table as he slowly lowered the chain attached to the clamps.
I bit my lip hard as the loosened chains allowed sensation back to my nipples, but the relief was short lived, Master then lowered the head of the table, again increasing the tension to my nipples, and allowing easier access to the dessert.
‘Sub, you will know what to do from now on. Do your best or be punished.’
I was confused, my head was hanging down, fresh pain cursed through my breasts and my legs were stretched even further.
The first guest moved up to serve himself. As luck would have it, my mouth was directly in line with his cock and I needed no prompting as to what was expected of me. I began to suck him as he leant over me and took some dessert in his mouth. There were fingers exploring my pussy as he quickly began to fuck my mouth, quickly gaining speed and releasing his seed with a gush into my throat. I coughed and gagged as he moved away, only to feel an assault on my pussy as the next guest stepped forward.
I sucked cocks, licked pussies and received copious amounts of cum as the guests pleasured themselves with me. They fucked and ate my pussy and arse at will time and time again until I was limp and almost lifeless.
There was more movement between my legs, my pussy was again being eaten, this time stimulating my clit at the same time, arousing my senses and my juices. I had no chance to react. Master unclipped my nipples, the surge of pain extracted a scream from me as the orgasm hit. My body jumped and lurched on the table, tightly bound and secured as the lips suckled hard and my juices flowed.
My nipples were swollen; they pained with every suck, stung with every touch and sent me wild with every pinch. I was in frenzy, my mouth used again, my arse filled with cock, a hand in my pussy rubbing and stroking me as they brought me to orgasm again and again. I thought I would go insane, the sensations were not stopping and the frenzy grew in intensity.
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I woke to calmness. Alone in the dungeon, lying on the massage bed, legs and arms unrestrained and comfortable. Breasts tender and warm. The candles were almost burnt out the food was gone. I was clean and warm, sexually used and satisfied. Pleased with myself.
Where was Master?
Should I move?
Should I look for him?
Is he pleased with me?
Oh my God, what should I do?
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