Message-ID: <12672eli$9807022343@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: linemstr@aol.com (LineMstr) Subject: ASSM--ruthie's story XII..final chapter Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998070212125800.IAA11930@ladder03.news.aol.com> ruthie's Story By LineMstr Chapter 12 The first three contestants were not much competition. Number one's Master was in a leather vest and pouch and boots, and she was dressed in a leather bra, vest, and thong. She was wearing heels as well, and had her hands bound to her sides by a belt that secured her wrists. She was gagged, but not blindfolded. She was led to the stage by a leash attached to a leather collar around her neck. She seemed very nervous and overwrought. The slave was quite beautiful, about 5'5", short brunette hair, and a body that was well proportioned, although slightly pudgy. "And what will you do to show your slave's obedience?" asked the Master of Ceremonies. "My slave is very shy in spite of her submissive tendencies, and has never been stripped in public before. Tonight, however, she will strip herself, and allow herself to be bound for display." In watching the slave's eyes and body language, it was obvious that they had not discussed this in advance, and she was cringing and moving away. A sharp snap of the short whip he carried in his hand stopped her movements, and she stood still, her head hanging in realization of what she must do to please her Master. He unfastened her hands, and told her to remove her vest. She did so without hesitation. Then he commanded her to remove her bra top. She looked at him pleadingly, and he snapped the whip again. Her hands went immediately to the back of her bra top, undid the fastener, and the bra fell into her hands... but she held them in front of her breasts modestly. "My apologies, subs and Masters," her Master said to the audience. "It would seem that my sub is not so well trained after all." With those words, he snapped the short whip on her ass, and she immediately dropped the bra to the floor. "Hold your hands to your sides as if they were still bound," he told her sternly, "and stand straight...be proud of your body!" She did as she was told, but her head hung low, unable to look at her viewers directly. Then he told her to remove her panties... slowly... enticingly. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties and slowly let them creep down her hips, and to her thighs, then her knees and ankles, and finally she stepped out of them totally, and resumed the exposed position. "Now exhibit yourself... spread your legs and clasp your hands behind your neck." In obvious agony, the slave did as demanded... not enjoying her presentation one bit. Her pussy was shaved as was ruthie's, but her inner pussy lips were quite large, and her clit was completely visible to all. A telltale trickle of pussy juice ran down one leg. Her body was giving away her excited state of mind. The Master led her off the stage, hands still clasped behind her neck, to the moderate applause of the audience. After all... a slave who would not willingly disrobe before others as her Master commanded was not a well-trained obedient slave at all!! And everyone there knew it. Number two and her Master took the stage. She was a short-haired blonde who was as thin as the other contestant had been pudgy. She was petite… about 5'1" and about 100 lbs... but also well proportioned for her size. She was wearing only a thong and heels... and was bare-breasted. She obviously enjoyed showing off her tits, and continually stood erect to make sure no one missed them. She was in strict arm bondage with her wrists and elbows bound tightly behind her, and her wrists also bound by a cord that ran between her legs and up to a waist belt in front. The rope was digging into her pussy, and she seemed to be in a constant state of sexual stimulation. The short walk to the stage had enhanced the pressure of the rope on her clit. She was neither gagged nor blindfolded. She was obviously nervous about what would happen. Her Master was in a complete outfit... black shirt, leather slacks, and boots. "And what do you have in store for your slave to show her obedience?" asked the Master of Ceremonies. "My slave's tits are very sensitive. I will bind my slave's breasts tightly, and lie her on the floor. She will arch her back and beg me to attach the nipple clips as tightly as possible, and then will beg me for more tit torture," her Master responded. The slave seemed to enjoy the prospect of what was about to happen to her exposed and helpless breasts. She put her head back in obvious ecstasy as her breasts were bound tightly by rope. When the Master was done, each of her twin globes was bound by criss-crossing rope strands over her shoulders and over and beneath her breasts... and each one was circled by loops of rope held tightly in place by the other strands. Her tits were very tight and slightly bluish in color. The nipples were taut and sticking straight out in full erection. He laid her on the floor on her back, directly on her bound arms. It could not have been a comfortable position. "Arch your back... stick your tits up to me in an offering to the clamps," her Master commanded. She immediately arched her back and held the position. "MORE!!" he commanded. She stretched them up as far as she could, trembling in an attempt to hold the position for him. "Now, tell me how much you want the clips on your nipples," he told her. "Please, Master. Put the clips on my nipples... I want to feel the bite and sting of the jaws on my nipples," she murmured. "No one can hear you!! Beg me so everyone can hear!!" "PLEASE, MASTER!! I want the clips on my nipples!!!" she shouted....."PLEASE!!" He put the nipple clips on first one, then the other nipple. She winced a bit with each one, but did not drop her arch stance until he finally allowed her to stand once again. Each clip had a small ring attached to it. "These clips are new to her, and she does not know the extra ability they possess," he told the audience... and his slave. "Bend over toward the audience." The slave did as commanded, and her breasts pointed toward the floor. The Master reached into his pants pocket and withdrew several lead fishing weights. "Tell me how much you want the pain in your nipples increased," he commanded her. "Please, Master. Hurt my nipples more," she said loud enough this time for everyone to hear. He placed two of the weights on each clip, and she obviously was in pain. "The clips are special. As the weights are attached, the pressure downward increases, and the clips become tighter on her nipples," her Master told the audience. "Do you want more," he toyingly asked her. "PLEASE, MASTER... hang MORE!!" Another two clips were attached... and the routine was repeated. Before it was ended, she had ten weights attached to each nipple, and she was in agony as she was led off the stage, tits still bound, clips and weights still attached, swaying painfully as she walked down the stairs and through the crowd. The applause was marked this time... but not overwhelming. A partially clad slave is never the best show, no matter the degree of pain. The third slave and her Master came to the stage. The audience was told that the slave refused to give oral sex, and hated to be tickled. She would be tickled till she agreed to give head to her Master. She was not particularly attractive in the face, and her body was far too thin. She wore a thong, black chaps, black cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. She was bare on top, and cuffed behind. I would guess she was a 32B at best. He was dressed in similar cowboy attire, including the hat, but had on a cowboy shirt and jeans in addition to the chaps... all in black of course. She was not gagged or blindfolded. He led her to an overhead trapeze bar, detached her hands from behind her, and quickly reattached them to the overhead bar. Next, he spread her legs and attached the ankles to rings in the floor about three feet apart. The final act was to raise the bar so that she was tightly stretched. By now, she was sweating and panting in anticipation of what was to come, and the difficult position she was made to endure. She was then gagged, and given a ball to hold. "When you agree to give me head, just drop the ball, and the tickling will stop. But until then, you will not rest." She mewed something unintelligible into her gag, as he approached her to begin. She could only watch in horror as his fingers approached her left armpit, and then he touched her!! She came unglued as his fingers danced their way around her armpit, down the outside of her breast, down over her ribs... lingering there awhile, across her belly, above her thong waistband, and then slowly starting back up the other side, ending in her left armpit. Hardly able to breathe at all during the immense tickling, she was gasping for breath at the end. "I see you are still holding the safetoy. So we will go on to the next round," he said, matter-of-factly. She struggled as she felt his fingers unsnapping the waistband of her thong. Soon her shaved pussy was on full display to the audience. This time he produced a feather from his pocket, and showed it to her before starting in again. He attacked her nipples unmercifully, and then the undersides of her breasts, her neck, her navel. Her eyes were popping out, she was red in the face, trying desperately to beg him to stop, but unable to make anything but grunting and mewing noises into her gag. Finally, he started running the feather across her naked shaved labia, and up into her slit and across her clit. At this, her struggles became fierce, and, unable to stop the intolerable sensations, she finally dropped her safetoy. He immediately stopped the tickling, and released her. At this, she quickly fell to her knees, opened his fly, and eagerly sucked his cock in full view of the admiring audience. He did not allow her to bring him to climax then, but decided to reserve that for later in private. They left the stage to the loudest applause yet. Next was ruthie's friend and her Master. The strap outfit she was wearing drew approving comments from the onlookers as they approached the stage. He was, as I, still in his tux. It was a marked contrast. The audience was told that his slave would submit to a public whipping. However, she would be in for a surprise. He led her to the whipping post, and fixed her hands above her. Her back was, as usual, to the audience... but he quickly spun her around to FACE the audience and attached her ankles in the base of the post about four feet apart. She was spread widely, and her bald pussy showed clearly between the twin strips of leather in her crotch. She was struggling and pleading as she realized that for the first time, he intended to whip her front!! ruthie's friend knew her pleadings would be to no avail... he picked out a crop to start with... and approached his subject, slapping the palm of his hand as he neared her. The look of apprehension changed to one of stark fear as she watched him touch her left breast, then the right, then her nipples... slowly stroking her abdomen, and then bringing the crop up slowly through her pussy slit, lingering at her clitoris. She began to sweat, and whimper. He blindfolded her before going further... she didn't like that one bit, but said nothing... just whimpered slightly more... he did not gag her. The first blow landed on her left tit, then quickly in the same place on her right one, then the left again, then the right... alternating back and forth, striking a different place each time... then her nipples... and back again. In a period of about five minutes... a lifetime to her... he worked over her tits very well... and then stopped... letting her get her breath. She had not yet screamed. He wanted to hear her scream. He started again... the insides of her thighs... her belly... her tits again... until she was crying loudly... but had not screamed... he stopped again, and ran the crop up her pussy again. Unknown to her, he changed the crop for the short quirt with six strands on it... and started in on her tits and belly and insides of her thighs again... she almost screamed before he stopped again. He paused, and then it hit her... the quirt... directly up her pussy slit... and she screamed!!... time and time again the uppercuts hit her the length of her slit from clit to asshole... and her screams were unceasing. She struggled to close her legs, to bend her knees... ANYTHING to stop the quirt from striking her most sensitive area... and then she came... a shuddering, thundering climax as the uppercuts continued among the screams... and then it was over. The applause was thunderous, and I knew we had our work cut out for us if we were to win. They left the stage, and it was now ruthie's turn to show her submissiveness and obedience to me... I wondered if she could do it. I was asked the same question by the Master of Ceremonies, and I responded, "You have seen subs stripped, clipped, whipped, tickled, made to give head, and seen them cum. ruthie will do all of these things at once for me. She has already been stripped for everyone's viewing pleasure, as you can readily see, and is totally naked except for her collar, leash, and heels. I will place her on the table, bind her with her legs far apart, exposing her even wider for your pleasure, and put nipple and pussy clips on her. Her hands will be bound to the insides of her thighs, however, so that she will be able to frig herself to climax while having her tits whipped, and while giving me head at the same time... her tits will be whipped until I cum and until she cums. She should have a lot to think about." ruthie looked a bit apprehensive... but said nothing. I took her over to the table, and bound her on her back, her head off the end of the table, and bound in a hyperextended position so she was facing my cock as I stood at the head of the table. Her hands were bound to the insides of her thighs so she could reach her pussy and clit, but could not defend her tits. Her legs were bound widely apart so she was maximally exposed to the audience. "I think everyone should join us on the stage," I announced, "so that everyone can get a really good view of her tits and pussy as she is whipped." At that invitation, most of the onlookers joined us onstage, and ruthie knew she would be examined by everyone at a very close range. I unzipped my tux slacks, showing my rather significant hard-on... and placed it near her mouth. I placed a dildo vibrator in her hands, and asked her if she was ready to begin. She demurely nodded her head "Yes" as much as she could in her bound position. I got the message... and she did soon, also. ruthie had never had her tits whipped so soundly. I started with the crop, and switched soon to the short quirt. I whipped the sides, the undersides, the nipples, back and forth, up and down. She was soon screaming, but when she realized I wouldn't stop, she lost no time taking my cock in her mouth and started sucking, and using the vibrator on herself... desperately trying to concentrate enough to cum, and to make me cum... all at once. It was somewhat hopeless to accomplish her task quickly. She used the vibrator to rub her clit, slide it along her slit, to fuck herself boldly. After the first few stings of the whip on her tits, she didn't care who was looking... she just wanted to cum so the pain would stop!! She was masterful with her tongue on my cock... she sucked me with the same vigor as she fucked herself... I was amazed at her concentration... she moaned with the pain of fire in her tits, but didn't bite me, or push me out to scream. After a bit, the pain seemed to turn to more of an erotic pain... and as she sucked me harder, and worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy, she started to moan more in ecstasy. As the vibrator attacked her clit and slit, she kept moving her knees far apart, and bouncing her ass up and down on the table as much as she could. This gave the onlookers a beautiful view of all her most intimate parts, and made her tits jiggle wildly as the whip continued its fire stings, and her ass bounced up and down. I soon felt the swell of a climax building in my loins, and, as she continued to suck and swirl with her tongue, even though I increased the intensity of the whip on her tits, I soon spurted into her mouth, and not a drop leaked out... she swallowed every bit! I withdrew, and she soon came herself... as I continued to whip her tits. She came not once, not twice...but three times before I finally stopped the action. The applause was at least twice as thunderous as her friend had obtained!! We had obviously won, and I released ruthie to the pleasure of the onlookers. Several wanted to dance with her, and I allowed it. I sat back and watched as she was manhandled by several admirers on the dance floor, and then, after about an hour of letting her stay frustrated, I felt it was time to reclaim my slave. I let her rest, drink, and danced one slow dance with her and fondled her a bit myself at the time. Then I decided it was time to go. I released her and allowed her to dress... took her outside, and we caught a taxi back to the hotel. We went straight to the room, undressed, and went to bed. The rest of the night was filled with delicious sex... no bondage---nice, straight, raw, sex! It was wonderful!! I awakened in the morning to find her gone. The closet held only my clothes. She had even taken the tux and its accoutrements. She had warned me that good-byes weren't her thing... but I didn't know how much she meant it at the time. I shaved, showered, and started to pack. I found her note in my suitcase. She only said that she was sorry for leaving me like this, but that she just couldn't bear seeing me to the airport and saying good-bye... she felt this was better. She said she'd be talking to me online as usual, and that she would love to repeat the weekend sometime the next time I was in New York. I smiled as I caught my taxi to the airport. What a hell of an incentive to go back to New York City!!! THE END -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----