I had always been meant for service, I thought. The first time I had thoughts of this manner I was only 12. I was looking threw a picture book of some sort, and one page was an Arabian harem type picture. Women every where, scantly clad. Just a few men to be seen. I found it erotic, though at the time, I didn’t know what that word meant.
I would go to sleep thinking of myself in that situation. At first there weren’t much sexual thoughts to it. I was there willing, as a servant. It was not long though that my thoughts began to take on a sexual twist. Held captive in a small cell, only to be taken out when I was wanted. It is still the simplest of fantasies and I continued to have them until I was in a similar situation.
At 14, my family moved to
At 16, I had an online master once. One that loved piss and piss control. I would hold in my piss all afternoon at school, so that my bladder was full when I could finally get online. There were several times I didn’t make it home from school, but would piss myself in my car. I was so humiliated that I couldn’t control myself better for him. Blushing with embarrassment, I would tell him how I had lost control. He would laugh, calling me a dirty slut, and then demanding that I begin drinking plenty of water to fill up again. All the time sitting in pissed soaked jeans.
Did he think I was really doing it? Probably not, but I was. It was humiliating and embarrassing that I would do this to myself for his entertainment. It was a huge turn on though. Doing things to yourself, so that someone hundred miles away can get off on your acts is the ultimate subservient act I have always thought.
At 18 I moved out and started working. My nights were spent online chatting. By now I had a web cam. Any act a guy wanted I would perform. Titty torture was my new passion. Clamps and weights, bound with rope or duck tape, smack with my hand or paddles, my tits couldn’t get enough. Wearing a bra by day was painful, as the abuse they had taken the night before.
I was still into piss control. I had piss on my self in public many times accidentally. Only to go home, turn on my web cam and show someone how I had failed to hold it. By now I had a nice house with a backyard, a privacy fence surrounding it. I had a dog house out there, though the only dog that slept in it was me.
I never really enjoyed the pain though. It was always the humiliation from those actions that I craved. I was a piece of meat, and would do anything for the person on the other end of the computer. I was meant to serve this way.
At 22, I had a decent job, and a great partner. Steve was 44, so much older than I. We got along great though. We became closer though when he started having problems with his wife. In short she was an over bearing bitch and he was whipped. I know some men enjoy this, but not Steve. For the most part he took care of everything around the house, and tuned her out. I would have to listen to him moan and groan about it.
I though would take care of him at work. The job was a factory job, physically demanding. He took care of the harder things and I the easier. Along with running here and there to get what he need to do some of the jobs. Also bringing him lunch or buying him drinks. If he hurt himself I was there to wipe up the blood and put a band aid on the wound.
I had been in a few relationships, and he knew how I liked it a little rough. For 2 years there had been a sexual tension between us. Lots of flirting, teasing, innuendos. At 6’3, ~210 lbs blond hair blue eyes, he was totally good looking. Then one day she had to go out of town for the month. After a long hard day at work we need a stiff drink, so we headed over to the local bar. I’m not much of a drinker, and it didn’t take me long to get a bit drunk.
Being the gentleman he is, he gave me a ride home. I was ready to go to bed so we went to my computer room. I had two desks set up along one wall, with a chaise lounge and TV on the other. What caught his eye though were the toys. Dildos of all sizes, butt plugs as well. Clothes pins and clamps, ropes, tape, collars, gags, whips and paddles. All of them neatly and lovingly stored on shelving. I sat down at one computer and offered him the use of the other one.
He had bought a bottle of vodka on our way to my house, and he poured me some. As he saw I was still a bit intoxicated he started looking at my toys. Being a bit more forward than normal, I asked, “Do you like them?”
Turning around he grinned at me, “Do you actually use them?”
“Yes, I do, and toughly enjoy them.” I went on to explain about playing around on line.
He then suggested we sign on together so he could watch. I went to a chat room and he joined me. “Turn your web cam on so that anyone can view.” I eagerly obeyed. “Now announce to the room that you are following my directions, and you would like everybody to watch on your web cam” I made the announcement, and soon there were 15 people viewing.
“Now stand up and begin to take your close off. Slowly.”
I began to pull my clothing off; the chatter in the room was as toxic as the vodka I had drunk. Cat calls and admiring statements. At 24 I was in great shape. 5’5 130 lbs. 34c tits. Not tanned, but white, which made it easier to see the marks on my skin as it turned a lovely shade of red. Shiny brown hair down the middle of my back and green eyes completed the picture.
“Kneel down, to where they have a good shot of your tits, cunt.” Ah, yes, cunt, my favorite name. It is what I am, and all that matters. I went wet at hearing it. Meh, forget that, I was already wet. I knelt down, my tits perky, my nipples hard.
“Well, ladies and gentleman,” Steve typed to the room, “we have a lovely set of tits here, that I think need to be abused, any ideas?” The ideas were plentiful. My body tingling in excitement, waiting to see which ones Steve would pick. “Start pinching those nipples cunt, we will start out slow.”
I began pinching them, then twisting and pulling. 25 people were viewing now. ”Slap them.” The red hand prints showed up so nicely on my white skin. Steve handed me some bag clips, I placed them on my nipples. So tight, tears sprung to my eyes, and I let out a gasp. Typing, “Well folks that got us a moan of pain and some tears, but I think she can handle more.”
The room whole heartily agreed. “Well, people, I think I am going to take over administrating this game, you keep up with the suggestions and let anyone who enters know that they can view.” Getting up Steve came over to me with an arm binder and gag. He was as hard as he slipped the gag in place. Next he placed the arm binder on me, pulling my arms tight behind me, causing my tits to thrust outwards. Next he got a paddle; he rubbed it along my body as I shivered. The room calling out for my abuse, to make me cry.
He turned me around sideways to the camera. Wrapping his fist up in my hair, he bent me forward. THWAK! I jumped, but his grip on my hair held me still. THWAK THWAK. 10, 15 I don’t know how many. I was jerking trying to get away, tears running down my face. “Hold still cunt.” Steve turned my face to the camera, the crowd loved the tears.
He jerked me up by my hair, yanked the clips of my nipples and start smacking them. My cries muffled by the gag. He let go of me suddenly, swaying on my knees. He came back with one of my largest dildos, 9 in 3 in round monster, also a 4 in long 2 in round dildo. Typing “brb guys gotta go get something.”
A few minutes later he comes back with two rolls of duct tape and lots of water. He bent me over and shoved the dildo in my ass, no lube, pain shot threw me. He kicked my legs apart and shoved the dildo in my pussy. Was plenty of self lube there. It went in easy but was so large it stretched me. He pulled my gag out and had me drink all the water, then replaced the gag.
Then he stood me up and took the arm binder off of me. Pushing my feet together he started wrapping duct tape around me, starting at the ankles. He pushed my arms down at my sides as he went up with the duct tape. Stopping for a moment below my tits, he placed some rubber bands around my nipples. Then pushing my tits together he continued with the duct tape up to my neck. In a matter of minutes I was encased in duct tape, unable to move, my cunt and ass full and painful. He took my gag out and poured more water down me and replaced the gag.
Typing to the room “well, guys, I am going to leave her standing here for a while. She is not to move from her spot. Though, lol, I don’t think she would have an easy time moving. Her holes are filled, and I’m sure not long till her bladder is too. Wonder how long she can stand it? She can well see the computer screen so let her know what you think of her and I will be back later”
He turned back to me grinning. “Wonder what thoughts are going threw your head cunt? That’s what you are you know?” I nodded. “Well have fun standing here ill be back. If you have pissed your self I will be terribly upset understand?” I nodded again and he left the room.
I stood there starting at the screen. The chatters were going on about me as if I wasn’t there. I had pretty much sobered up by now. Thoughts of how could I face him at work again were the most prominent. Of course the thoughts of embarrassment turned me on more, making me more aware of the dildo and butt plug. I moved a little to get them to move, but realized it would unbalance me to much. I felt my bladder getting full, made worse by the dildo pressing against it.
An hour had passed and I was in heaven or as hell as others would put it. The room had pretty much forgotten me, and was beginning to think that Steve had as well. I could hear the TV in the living room, maybe he had fallen asleep? God, I hope not, I couldn’t stand here all night.
Another half an hour passed. I thought my bladder was going to explode. I leaked a little. Suddenly I hear Steve walking back to the room. My knees went weak with relief. Damn, he had just gone into the bathroom. My eyes teared up. God this was so much of what I had wanted, but I didn’t want to be in here alone. That was the most humiliating part. I was just standing here, once again taking something from someone who was far away.
I heard Steve go back into the living room. My bladder couldn’t take it any more. I didn’t know when he would come back, and it had been so long. I just let go. I felt the piss run down my legs around the tape, to puddle at my feet. I cried in humiliation. Once again I had failed. Not two minutes later Steve was at the door.
He grabbed my hair and back handed me. “What the hell cunt? I told you not to piss.” He forced me to my knees, the duct tape tearing at my skin. Then he shoved my face into the piss. “Stupid cunt. I thought you might be a nice toy, and you can’t even follow directions”
He started pulling the duct tape off. My cries of pain muffled by the gag. He rolled me across the floor as he pulled it off. The butt plug slipped out, as did the dildo. I laid there in pain, afraid to move. He jerked me up by the hair and bent me over the chaise lounge. Grabbing a flogger he started in on my ass. I lost count quickly.
Then he pulled his clothing off. Grabbing a larger butt plug he shoved it in my ass. The shoved his cock in my pussy. He pounded away at me. Harder and harder. Arching pressing back I wanted more and more. It was frantic sex, rushed. It didn’t last that long but was oh so sweet. Within the first few strokes I was Cuming. A few more after that and he pulled out. Cumming all over me. He collapsed on top of me. Both of us trying to regain our breath.
He then gently helped me up and took me to the shower. He helped me get clean then he took me to my bed. Covering me up he kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll clean up in the computer room and be right back”
When he came back I don’t know. I had passed out from exhaustion. When I woke in the morning he was there in bed with me. Confused by this I didn’t know what to do. I went into the kitchen and started some coffee. I then made some eggs and bacon and biscuits. Before I was done he joined me, already clothed. I was more embarrassed by my lack of clothing and wished I had put some on. Neither of us said anything, I couldn’t look at him.
He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. I brought our plates over and we ate in silence. I still had not looked at him. When he had finished eating he put his dishes in the dishwasher. He came over and gently tilted my face up to his.
“I’m going to go to the house and do some things. Then ill be back. Do not put any clothes on, and don’t touch yourself. Be a good girl.” He kissed me on the forehead and left.
Lost in thought I sat down in front of the TV and flipped threw the channels. Waiting for what would be next.
Last night was something I had never imagined would happen.
The people I would speak to online thought that I was hard core, but I wasn't.
To be truthful, I was too scared. Sitting on my couch, waiting for Steve to
come back, I thought back over things. I thought I had been meant to serve. Why
hadn’t I though? I was afraid to serve. To let someone else have control was too
hard. It had always been a game to me, yet now it was real. I was sitting here,
naked, waiting on Steve to come back. I was absolutely scared to death.
Not only that I was ashamed. He is married. I shouldn’t have
tempted him like that. Who was I to come between their marriage? When he named
me a cunt last night, he was correct. I should say something when he comes
back, put a stop to this. I know that if I tell him to, he will back off. He
has to. What about work? Everyone will know. Surely he won’t keep this a
secret. I know guys, and they like to talk. There is no way I could go back.
I was so out of my depth. Sitting here thinking, I know I
should go put some clothes on, lock the doors, and just hide. I didn’t though.
Maybe this was because I am meant to serve, and have just never known how to
let go. It’s out of my hands now. I didn’t ask him here last night. I didn’t
force him to use the duct tape. I’m just an innocent bystander.
At least this is what I told myself. I have no control over
the situation. The more I think about it, the more I realize that this is what
I want. To be absolved of my actions by his actions. The game is no longer a
game. Sitting on my couch, I agonize for hours. The waiting was torture. From
the time I was 12, I have been having this fantasies, and last night it had
come to life. I think I was in shock.
At some point I must have dozed off, because next think I
knew, a leather mask was being pulled over my head. I struggled against Steve;
at least I hoped it was him. I was flipped over on my stomach. He jerked my
hands behind me and tied them together. Then he lashed my ankles together,
pulling them up to my wrists. In no time I was hog tied on my couch, hoping it
was Steve in my house. I was picked up, and then sat down on the floor, the
hardwood cold against my breast.
I heard him leave the room, and head down the basement.
There was a finished room down there that I had never done anything with. A few
boxes had been stored in there, but that was it. The room was directly under
me, and I could hear him drilling and some hammering. It seemed like he was
gone forever.
Eventually he came back up stairs and lifted me by the roped
tying my hands and feet together. He took me downstairs to the finished room
and laid me on the carpet. It was the original cheap Berber carpet that had
been in the house when I bought it. No padding and thin, I might as well have been
lying on the concrete floor.
He pulled my mask off, and a sigh of relief went through me
to see that it was Steve. He was grinning at me, but it was a boyish grin. It
was the grin that a boy gets when he is proud of himself. Smiles like that make
me just want to melt and I smiled back at him, forgetting all the angst that
had built up over the course of the day. Trussed up the floor, I knew I should
say something, put a stop to this, but I just smiled. I probably should have
been afraid, but I had forgotten my game was real now.
Pinching my nose suddenly, I opened my mouth to breath, only
to have a gag shoved in. I had lost my chance to stop things, and instantly I
regretted it. “Heya cunt, how goes it? Oh, don’t worry about answering, I know
you can’t.” he says, with a little laugh.
“I think I am ready for a little more of that fun we had
last night.” Fearful, I had started struggling at my restraints. “Oh, no need
to get all excited now Hun. I know you are looking forward to this as much as I
am.”
He untied all the rope except the ones around my wrists.
With his hands wrapped up in my hair he started pulling me, “Come on stand up
cunt!” I let out a muffled sob as he jerked me to my feet. He went over to a
bag and pulled out a spreader bar. He kicked my feet apart and then attached my
ankles to the bar. The bar was about three feet long and I was spread wide
open.
He ran his finger across my clit. “Already wet I see.” He
laughed as I blushed. “No need to be embarrassed cunt, I know what you are, and
how you like it.”
SMACK
Right on my cunt, one after another. My gasps masked by the
gag. He was still holding me tight by my hair so that I couldn’t move. Not that
I could go far with my feet tied to the spreader bar. It was pain, but it was exquisite as well. I
could feel my juices running down my leg. This was the game I had played at and
was now real. I wanted him to stop, but couldn’t say anything. I was glad
though, because when he stopped, I wish he hadn’t. If I had been able to speak
it would have stopped sooner.
I could see his cock growing hard in his pants. This was
what I wanted. For my body and my pain to bring him pleasure. I so wanted him
to fuck me right then. If I could have spoken, I would have begged him to fuck
me. To bend me over and fuck me hard and fast. To take his pleasure fully out
on my body. He wasn’t ready for that yet, though. I could see by the gleam in
his eye he was going to play with me more. My pain was exciting him, and he
wasn’t ready to stop.
Going behind me, he untied my hands. I though about
struggling, but I knew it would do no good. Only make him mad, and make things
worse for me. I knew this, though what he had done so far was more than I
though he was capable to begin with. This wasn’t the Steve I had known for ever
it seems.
Tying longer pieces of rope around my hands, I watched as he
pulled one threw a ring in the ceiling. That must have been what the drilling
he was doing down here earlier was for. He pulled on tight, then tighter as it
lifted me partially off the ground. He then tied it to another hook in the
wall. Next he did the same thing with my other arm, and soon I was hanging from
the ceiling, my legs spread wide apart, open wide for him. It was rather crude,
but I guess it was the best he could do on short notice.
“I’ll be back, going to run upstairs and get some of your
toys.” He winked at me, and left the room. Not to long and he was back with an
armful of my toys. My own collection, which had clued him into what kind of
slut I was. He dropped all of it on top of some boxes and pulled out a couple
of small items.
“You do look rather bare, and I think I should decorate my
new little toy up some,” he replied to my look of curiosity. Reaching out he
pinched my left nipple; rolled it around between his fingers till it was nice
and hard. Suddenly he clipped on of my clamps on that nipple. I gasped at the
pressure applied to it, as he started in on the right nipple. When he had both
clamps on, he held up the weights. He had several 5 ounce weights in his hands.
Something he must have picked up, because I had nothing that heavy. He
tightened the clamps, making me groan, “Don’t want the weights to fall off,” he
told me as he attached two to each clip.
They were so heavy, stretching my nipples down. I began to whimper,
and my eyes filled up with tears, as he laughed at me, “That’s not the best
part cunt.” He held up another clamp, “Know where this goes?”
I shook my head furiously, wishing I could beg him not to do
it. I had some clamps for my clit, but I never used them. I tried to tighten my
legs, but I couldn’t. He smacked my left
tit, then my right as I wailed out, jerking around in my bonds. He reached up
to my soaking wet cunt, and quickly clipped the clamp onto my clit. I cried out
at the pain. It was so tight. Tears were running down my face as he ignored me
and went back over to my collection of toys.
“I bet you wonder why I am doing all this aren’t you?” he
remarked over my wails. “You see cunt you have been such a cock tease for the
last 3 years. I have wanted to bang that tight little pussy forever, and you
knew it. I think you even took advantage of that at work.” Turning around he
had one of my floggers in his hand. “Oh, but I have had you pegged for the last
two years. I know a lot about you Penny, but will have to tell you about that
later. I really do care for you, maybe even love you. You are intelligent and
funny, great to be around, but you have been such a tease. Not with just me
mind you, I have seen you with all the guys at work.”
He started running the flogger across my tits. I was crying
now, trying to beg. The clamps were so tight. I could barely hear what he was
saying. A part of me knew that he was right. I did like to flirt, but I never
gave anyone the impression that I would do anything. I wanted to tell him that,
but all I could do was cry out behind my gag.
THWACK
THWACK
Over and over again he hit my tits with the flogger, causing
the weights to swing and pull at my nipples. “Oh, but I do say I have been on
to your little secret. I noticed how quick you were to do my bidding. Of
course, later on I learned more. You haven’t been very discreet with your
online games. Oh, no, not at all cunt.” My eyes widen at that. He knew? I was
so surprised, that I stopped crying for a minute. He had stopped to watch me
process that bit of information. The little boy grin was gone now, replaced
with a malicious smile. “Surprised cunt?” I nodded as he walked around behind
me.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
He started in on my ass and my legs and my back. One right
after another then pausing, I flinched as he ran the flogger over my ass, then
he started hitting me with it again. My entire body was in pain. My mind over
whelmed by it. I had closed my eyes. “Not just with me and not just with the
guys at work, but you have been a cock tease to the entire internet. How many
years have you played your little game? How many men have jerked off to your
hot little body?” Each statement, each question was punctuated with smack from
the flogger. My body was red from the top of my back to my knees.
He placed a stool behind me. Then grabbing my hips he pulled
me up to him. When he had taken off his clothes, I’m not sure, but when he
shoved his cock into me I knew that he had. My being so short he didn’t need a high
stool to reach me. Every time he jerked me back against him, new pain shot
threw my body, the weight on the clamp on my clit jerking around. All I was
doing was crying; I couldn’t even struggle anymore. I felt an orgasm building
though. Shame shot threw me that I was going to get off on this abuse.
This was the game I had played at, and now it was real. It
was worse than I could have imagined, yet so much more wonderful. The pain was
amazing. The lack of control was gratifying. As I thought about this threw my
tears, I arched my back and began to cum all over Steve. I yelled at the
pleasure and at the pain as my cunt gripped his cock. He just kept banging away
at me. I was exhausted. Suddenly he jerked out of me, leaving me empty. I felt
him shoot his load all over my ass and back. It was warm and sticky. I hung
there with tears in my eyes breathing heavily, ready for him to take me down.
“Yum that was great cunt. You are a great cock tease and an
even better fuck, I think I need to go grab something to eat, and replenish my
energy. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a bit” laughing he left the room,
turning the light off and shutting the door.
I started to cry again. He had left me hanging in the total
dark. My nipples and clit were on fire from the clamps. I was so humiliated.
Some how he knew about me playing around online. I felt like I was heaven, yet
I felt like I was in hell. He had used my cunt like I had always wanted someone
to. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. I wanted him to come back and use me
some more. Yet all I could do was hang there and wonder how long before he came
back.
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