Message-ID: <16614eli$9810161915@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pfhrlock@teleport.com (Marc & k) Subject: k's Grooming (Ff,Mf,hum,bd) Newsgroups: alt.torture,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.personals.fetish,alt.sex.enemas Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f 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: This is a story/fantasy i relayed to my Owner and he wished me to write here. "You" refers to a female dominate, no one in particular, but someone we both wish to meet some day so that we may experience some of these fantasies that make my Owner proud and me wet in the retaling (ps. we're in Portland Oregon). The "store" is just a place in my fantasy, and could very well be my Owner's dungeon, in fact i used the dimensions of his dungeon for the back room of the store. Normal preface, if you are offended by objectification and all the other standard (fun) stuff don't read ahead. k's Grooming my Owner leads me into your store on my hands and knees, naked except for my collar, cuffs and corset. Your are standing behind the counter and watching me crawl behind his boots. my Owner greets you with the standard pleasantries and then hands you my leash. You pull on the leash for me to follow you into the back. The back is one large room, about 30X60 with high 20' ceilings. The wall between the outer store and back room is lined with 6 steel cages, each 4' long, 4' tall and 3' wide. Only the cage nearest the door is occupied with another small girl curled up in a blanket, i look up just for a moment and see her eyes peaking out from under the blanket, a training harness is locked on her head. You lead me to the farthest cage and unlock the door, patting me on the butt to send me in as you unhook the leash. "Now be good and quiet," you warn me, "or else I'll have to muzzle you like the other girl down there." You shut the door behind me and lock the bolt, turning and walking back to the front of the store, flicking a switch on your way out that shuts off most of the lights. i can hear the girl at the other end whimper into some gag as the lights go dim. There are no windows and only a sparse row of dim track lighting shines down on the cages, making it difficult to see out into the rest of the room. Off into the distance of the room i can only see the shadow of various tall and omnious looking objects and the occassional glint of steel. A light foam pad covered in some type of vinyl covers the floor of the cage and a blanket is tossed to the corner. Near the door i find a bowl of water. i notice that the bowl has been bolted to the floor of the cage and i must kneel and lap at the water like a dog for a drink. The water feels cool on my lips and runs down my chin as i lap. Next to the water is an empty bowl that has been bolted as well. i curl up in the corner of the cage and cover myself with the thin blanket, closing my eyes and trying to relax, occassionally tossing and turning into new positions as my legs cramp in the small space. Time is impossible for me to perceive in the constant darkness. i jump as i hear the door open again and i quickly blink my eyes as you hit the light switch, flooding the large room with bright white light. Before my pupils can adjust you've already unlocked my cage and are standing at the door with the leash. Obediently, i bow my head and crawl out of the cage. You click the leash to my collar and lead me towards the other sections of the room, the familiar thud of my Owners boots following behind me. You stop me in front of a high table with a ramp that leads to the top. You turn to my Owner and point out a chair that he may relax in as you reach for a crop. Tapping the crop on my shoulder you lead me up the ramp to the top of the table. The table is all wood with a padded leather top, about 3' long and 3' wide. You lift the leash and tie it off at the top of one of the two long poles stand at the corners of the front of the table, tying the leash fairly tight and giving me little slack. You then slap the insides of my wrists with the crop and direct my hands to the edge of the table, where you attach my wrists cuffs to the table's side. As my hands spread i am forced to lower my shoulders and take up the remaining slack of the leash, causing me to straighten my posture and lift my head even more. Then moving behind me, you slap at the insides of my thighs, spreading my knees wide and tying them to the corners of the table. i feel your hand running casually up the inside of my straining thighs, along my ass and then down to my hanging tit, giving it a quick slap as you non-chalantly ask my Owner "You wanted her stretched, right?" i hear him answer "Yes" and then feel a clamp pinch down tightly on my nipple. Before i can even drag another breath into my lungs another clamp bites down on my other nipple. You move in front of me and slap the bottom of my chin command "up". i lift my head and see you tie the leather cords to the clamps, then run the cords to the same eye hooks that hold my wrists, tying the cords together at the other end. You pull the cords down farther and farther, causing me to arch my back to relieve some of the tension, for which you only tighten the knot more. The pain of my poor stretched nipples begins to run through my shoulders as you move behind me, quickly clamp each of my cunt lips and doing the same. i hear my Owner say "that's very nice" as you strum the cords pulling my cunt like a guitar. i whimper slightly, even unable to writhe my hips as i'm held frozen, the leash preventing me from lowering my shoulders to ease the strain on my nipples and my knees immobilized with rope. You begin to go to work, brushing my hair high on my head into two pony-tails and then tying white ribbons around both. i begin to think i will get a repreave when you release my leash, but you quickly pull up a pony training head harness. You squeeze my jaw to encourage me to open my mouth, then slide the bite between my teeth and the harness over my head. You then take the leash and attach it to the ring at my forehead, tying it tight again to the top of the pole so my head is forced up. You then proceed to paint my lips a whorish shade of red, which looks even more garish over the black bit. You add a cheap shade of blue to my eye lids and a deep red blush to my cheeks. Finally finishing the makeup by covering my strained tits with blush to highlight the valleys. You move back behind me as i feel some cool foam covering my asshole and the warmth of my cunt as a lamp is clamped to the table and pointed up past my gapping lips. i whimper into the bit as i feel the scrap of a razor sliding over my asshole and down the back of my strained cunt lips. You do this a couple of times till all the hair is removed, reaching under me as you shave the top of my cunt and pulling even more on my strained lips as you shave around them. After you wipe my cunt and asshole dry i feel something small slide into my asshole. i am suddenly forced to breath deeply as i feel the fluid of the enema begin to enter my bowels and push on my stomach. i can hear you fill more water into the bag as you begin to non-chalantly discuss the table i kneel on with my Owner. The two of you engaged in casual conversation of furniture, torture devices and favorite ways to humiliate, as you fill my bowels with more and more fluid. Finally, just when i begin to squirm regardless of the pull on my nipples and cunt you pull the hose from my asshole, placing your finger over the hole to keep me from releasing the pressure as you reach for a bucket to catch it in. i groan deeply as i am finally allowed to release the pressure from my bowels, then begin to feel a blush rise to my already painted cheeks from being forced to relieve myself in such a way in front of my Owner and a stranger. You remove the bucket and wipe the remaining drops from my still upturned ass, then reach down and quickly release the two clamps on my aching cunt. i feel my cheeks fill with even more color as the blood rushes back to my swollen lips and fills them with the familiar tingling pain. Then moving around my side you quickly release the two on my tits, causing me to pant into the bit as you tell my Owner "that should about do it." . i hear him get up and the sound of his boots as he moves closer to the table. He walks slowly around me, pinching my throbbing nipple and causing me to groan even more. Then he finally stops in front of me and holds both my tits up looking closely to the nipples, then placing his finger under my chin and turning my head from side to side as he inspects his property. "Looks good". You suggest to him that you will finalize things out front and he agrees. As my Owner leaves the room you unhook the leash from the head harness and attach it to my collar, slapping my shoulder with a crop and telling me to back down the ramp. You lead me back to the same cage and lock the door before following my Owner back out of the room and clicking off the lights. i curl up in a small ball at the corner of the cage and cover myself with the feeble blanket, my body shivering slightly as it calms down from it's brief torments. Time begins to pass again at some unknown speed and i realize that i should not of drank so much of the water. i squirm from side to side and watch the door hoping it will open soon, my bladder slowly beginning to ache. Finally i can no longer hold it and move to a corner of the cage, crouching in shame like an animal and relieving my bladder. Just as i start to feel the release the door flings open and the lights on. You scream "stop bitch!" and my face turns a crimson red of shame. You barge to my cage and fling the door open, reaching in and grabbing the training harness, pushing my head down and my nose into the small puddle. You lift my head and i blush even more as i see my Owner look sternly down to me, you remove the bit and command me to clean my mess. Quickly i lower my head and begin to lap at my piss, struggling against the bars of the cage to suck up all the piss. You grab the harness and drag me out of the cage, i hear my Owner mutter " you filthy toilet" as you drop the harness and i place my forehead to the floor. my Owner says "I will punish her, but if you would like the pleasure, feel free " You mutter through your teeth, "why don't we both do it." my Owner reaches his strong hands down and grabs a pony-tail, dragging me to a dark spot in the wall covered with various eye hooks and a winch. To Be Continued......... Now we only need the Domme to carry out this fantasy. If you're female and interested in this, and other activities, you can email my Owner at pfhrlock@teleport.com. We, and his dungeon, are in Portland, Oregon. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----