Master and I are enjoying a lovely meal on his deck. You are ravenous and in the corner, naked on your knees with wrists bound behind your back. You are in need of attention. As we dine you occasionally ask to fuck us. He tells you "shut the fuck up, bitch." I giggle at you. You are not behaving very well because you keep talking.

"Please master, can I suck your dick."

"Kristin, please let me eat your cunt."

I'm fond of you and considering allowing you to taste me…

Master says, "I said to shut your fucking mouth you stupid lowly slut. The only taste of her pussy you get is in your gag."

With that I know that I'm to go over to you, slip off my panties, and shove them in your mouth.

I do so and stand over you. Seeing you below me, on your knees, eyes begging to be used, I'm overcome with a feeling of power over the man who has used me and given me away for years. I reach out and pinch your nose closed. You look panicked. I let go and you suck in air through your nostrils. I do it again…and again. The effort to breathe frightens you. Tears form at the corners of your eyes. I say "I'm sorry"…you can't talk but you forgive me with your eyes and just as you let your guard down I smack you across the face as hard as I can. You're dizzy and trying to catch your breath when I backhand you, sending you to the floor – flat on your stomach. Master takes notice of what's going on. He turns his chair to us and watches. I can see his cock growing hard in his jeans already. I want to please him with your pain and humiliation.

I stand over you and wearing heels I put one foot on your back. I press down and hear you groan. I step up on you – still in my heels – and watch the red welts form as I walk around on your back. Putting one foot on either side of you, I hike up my dress and have a seat on your back. I lean forward and starting sucking and licking your ears. I whisper to you.

"You're my bitch, now. How does it feel? I'm about to fuck you silly, slut."

I pull your head back by your hair while I grind my bare pussy against your back. I'm so wet that I'm slipping around on you. I feel like I'm going to cum. Master says, "don't even think of it, Kristin." I stop using your torso as a giant dick and let go of your hair. I step off you and crawl down between your legs. I'm facing your ass and I pull my legs together and draw them up toward my chest. You're trying to figure out what the fuck I'm doing and then, with utter dread, you feel it. One of my heels pressing against your crack, finding its way between your cheeks, headed straight for your dirty hole.

Master is impressed. He tells me how hot I am. You – you're begging something, but I can't understand you because I stuffed your mouth full of my panties. Encouraged by Master's praise I push slowly against your hole. I feel the resistance, but it doesn't deter me. I start sliding my leg forward, then back, to make my way in. You're whining now. All out begging to be spared the spiky heel that's about to take your asshole. Master tells me to lift my dress and play with my clit as I fuck the whore's asshole. I do. I hike it up over my ass and hips, opening one knee to expose my clit and I start rubbing it like a true slut. I'm lost in the fucking I'm giving myself, but am snapped back to you when Master forbids me to cum. I slow my own fuck and speed up yours. I've now worked the tip of my heel into your asshole and I'm twisting my foot in circles, the heel moving inside you. I push harder. My heel is now a few inches into your guts. You're bleeding and your body is twisting and bucking, trying so hard to get from me. But you're old and you're tied up and you're at my mercy, fucking slut. Having penetrated you, I begin the real fuck, pushing against your ass like I'm trying to push you away from me. Of course, my heel is plugged into your asshole, so you're not going anywhere. Master loves what he sees and gets up, drops his pants, and sits in front of your face. He tells you you're a fucking mess. And you are…all snot and tears and saliva spread across your contorted face as I quite literally fuck the shit out of your virgin asshole with my high heel. I'm working up a sweat and slowly fucking my cunt with just one finger. Master lifts your head by your hair, scoots himself toward you and then drops your head into his lap. He moves his hard dick, which is only about 6 inches, but very, very fat, to your lips. He presses the back of your head down and your are forced to swallow his cock whole. Guiding your head with his hand he deepthroats his little bitch, while his other little bitch rips your asshole apart with her pretty little heels. Beneath you I see a puddle start to form. It's clear that you've cum.

You weren't told to cum. I knew you'd be punished for that – like I always was.

I reveal your secret. Slipping my foot out of my heel, leaving it crammed up your asshole, I stand up and walk around you to point at your puddle. "He came," I said. Master has stopped fucking your mouth. He looks at your mess with his dick nestled in the back of your throat. I hear you gagging. The sound makes my soaking pussy even wetter. I pull up my dress again, standing there rubbing my clit as I wait to see what's going to happen to you. I think at the very least you will be whipped, or you might be branded – end up with a little moon burned into your thigh to match mine. Master rips himself from your face and as soon as your mouth is empty you are begging for mercy. You swear you didn't mean it, you just couldn't help it. You'll do better next time.

Master walks to where I stand and as my imagination is racing with all the cruel things I know he could do to you, I'm snapped out of my reverie by a slap across my cheek that made the smack I gave you look like a kiss. I'm on the ground, I see stars, I taste my blood on my lips. I'm still dazed when Master breaks the straps of my dress and pulls the entire thing off of me. I'm left standing there naked. I start to back away, which angers him even more. I know better than that. Master says I need to learn a lesson and grabbing me by the hair, he pushes me down to my knees, cups my face and tilts it up toward him. He tells me I'm to pay for making you cum. Out of the corner of my eyes I see you wiggling your ass, trying to free it of my heel, I see my saliva-soaked panties laying by your head and my face burns with shame for turning on you. Master make me lay down next to you. My tummy is in your cum…I feel its stickiness and for a moment – I'm such a cumslut - I start to imagine you cumming on my stomach. That fantasy goes nowhere, though, as Master starts to beat my ass with his bare hand. I scream and cry – it stings so bad. He chooses one spot on my cheek and hits it over and over again. When I try to move he presses down on the small of my back with his free hand to hold me in place. When my ass is bright red, he stops to untie your wrists, using the fabric to secure mine behind me, instead. Master then turns me over on my back…with my arms behind me my tits and cunt are thrust upward. You are told to get on your knees between my legs and just as you do, Master takes your head and forces it down on my twat. He keeps pushing on your head until your entire face is buried in my cunt. I close my thighs around your head, trying to pull you deeper inside me, hips bucking, needing so badly to fuck something. You're eating my pussy and I'm approaching orgasm when I hear Master saying something to you.

"Bite her."

"Bite her clit, Kip."

My eyes shoot open and I feel your mouth opening widely inside me. I start wiggling around on my back, kicking with my legs to escape the bite you are about to give me, but with your hands free you grab my hips and hold me in place. When your teeth came down on my clit I screamed like never before and I kept on screaming as you held my swollen clit between your teeth, flicking it with your tongue. Master tells you to hold me like that while he walks over to the table where earlier I was enjoying a meal with him. He takes a candle from the table, returns to me and begins to drip the hot wax on my nipples. I hold still, enjoying the initial intense heat and the hardening of the wax around my sensitive little tits. I'm confused by why he's punishing me like this, because he knows how much I love to play games with wax. You are in pain. Your jaw is aching. You are a mess. Drool mixed with the teeniest bit of blood from my bite, is dripping down your chin. Master uses up the rest of the wax on my tummy and gets up and goes to his room. We don't dare to move. He returns with a dildo so big it's absurd. Walking behind you, with no ceremony, he pulls the skinny little heel from your hole and plunges the massive fake dick into your asshole, completely filling you. The pain from the sudden violent penetration causes you to bitd down harder on me. I'm sobbing now. Certainly, from the pain, I know you've bitten my clit right off, but as I move my hips a bit I feel you, dutiful slave, with my clit intact between your teeth. I beg you to let go and you cruelly shake your head back and forth to say no. Master says he's not sure but he may have ruined your asshole forever by the looks of things. He returns to me with the candle and he pushes it close to my body.

"I know how much this little whore loves the feel of hot wax on her slutty little body as it hardens. Let's see if she's as fond of it when we melt it off her."

He tells you to hold your position. I have no choice but to stay still as the hot flame comes close to my flesh. The last thing I notice before I pass out is the blood in your teeth. You look like a predator.

When I wake up I'm laying on a chaise on the deck and I realize Master's friends are over. That means he plans to have me to himself while he keeps you entertained with them. I hear laughing and yelling and I look in the direction of the commotion and see that you are hogtied on the table, which is still set, and you are among the food and place settings. Several men are standing by your face, seeing if they can fit all three dicks into your mouth. Whore that you are, you're doing quite well with two, but that third one seems to present you with a challenge. They pull your hair and smear their precum on your lips and cheeks. They make you beg for it. And you do. Another four men are preoccupied with your other end. Two men are pulling your ass cheeks wide open, while the other man takes turns plunging one, then two, then three fingers into you. He makes this a routine, fucking you deeply and pulling right out. Another man is reaching under you and trying to pull your dick and balls from beneath your own weight. When he finally gets that little cock in his view he's very mean to it. He put his palm on it, leaning his weight on your dick, flattening it like a pancake. He has a candle, too, which he is using to drop hot wax onto the tip of your dick. He announces that you have a cock as wet as a cunt. He decides to seal your slit with a helmet of wax.

I watch you a little while and grow jealous of the attention you are receiving. I'm considering ruining your fun by taking the boys away from you when Master finally comes out. With him are woman and a man I've never seen before…