Message-ID: <28491asstr$979989004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "J.J." X-Original-Message-ID: <3A690DEB.4505C3EE@pacbell.net> MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit X-Accept-Language: en NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2001 19:48:41 PST Subject: {ASSM} Her Masters Whore...(bdsm) Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 06:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, english more stories at http://home.pacbell.net/jdotjdot/ Her Masters Whore (bdsm) She was told that she was to stay in bed that day. He told her that she would have visitors. The front door would remain unlocked, and the visitors had been instructed to enter without knocking. He told her that she was not to speak, she was simply to do what the visitors wanted her to do. He had left the house at 6:30, and it was almost 8:00 now. As she lay there wondering if anyone was actually going to show up, she idly fingered the rings in her nipples. Her hand then strayed to the ring thru her clit hood, and she gently tugged on it, moaning softly. She did not finger her sex, as her Master had forbidden her to, and she would have to tell him if she did, and he would punish her. She let loose of her clit ring, and fingered the metal loops on the brown leather collar encircling her neck, then traced her fingers up the metal chain of the attached leash, the other end of which was fastened to a hook, inset into the wall. The metal snaps on her wrist cuffs clinked against the chain. Her ankles were similarly cuffed. She heard the front door close, and her heart jumped. The man came into the bedroom, looked down at her and smiled. She had never seen this man before. He was probably in his late thirties, clean shaven, and smelled of cologne. He was looking at the top of the dresser, where her Master had assembled a nasty assortment of items. There were clamps and dildoes and plugs. There were riding crops and canes, and a wicked looking, multi-tailed whip. There was lubricant and condoms. A small box contained needles and alcohol. Without a word, he stepped across the room and pulled the covers off of her naked body. She was on her back, and he told her to spread her legs and raise her knees, which she did. He snapped the snaps of her wrist cuffs to the ones on her ankles.. He had her spread her legs apart as far as she could. She was totally exposed and spread for this stranger, and despite, or perhaps inspite of her fear, she could feel herself getting wet. He was undressed now, and was selecting some items from the dresser. He returned with a piece of elastic cord, which he looped thru her nipple rings and down thru her clit ring. He pulled the cord snug. Her nipples were pulled taughtly down, and her clit stood standing up out of her slit. She began to moan in earnest now, her sexual nerves at full attention. He approached her with a crop, and ever so lightly stroked the insides of her thighs with it, then softly, teasingly let the stiff leather tip pull itself up between the soft lips of her sex, bouncing off of her clit ring. She was moving her hips in time with the teasing strokes, and raising her ass off the bed to push her wet cunt against the crop. She needed him now, needed him to whip her and fuck her, and she was getting frantic with her need. He knew. He brought the crop down hard on the inside of her thigh. She gasped at the sudden searing pain. Then another on the inside of her other thigh, and she felt the two welts rising up from the tender skin. She was aware that he was on the bed now, and he knelt between her spread legs. The fire of the welts burned against his sides as he plunged into her slickness. She came, bucking against him and she felt him cumming too. He pulled out of her, and again without a word, got dressed. He removed the elastic cord, but left her bound. She heard the front door close as he left the house. She just lay there, the welts burning on her thighs, the juices from their combined cum running from her in a puddle on the sheets. She was like that for fifteen minutes when she heard the front door close again. This man was older, but she had never seen him before either. He unfastened her and let her stretch her limbs, then put her on her hands and knees, and re-fastened her ankles to her wrists. He brought a lubricated butt plug to the entrance of her ass, and slowly pressed it in, going very slowly as she relaxed to take it's fullness into her. He chose a leather strap, and began to slap her ass with it. Over and over he worked the strap, up and down the backs of her thighs, then back to her ass. The heat built up in her until she felt she could absolutely not take any more, when he hit her with a mighty swing. She started to cum, and he knelt behind her and slid up into her and fucked her while she came. He left her just like she was, and she again heard a stranger that had just used her, leave the house. She never heard the next man come in. She was just suddenly aware of his presence. He was putting a condom on, and kneeling behind her. She felt the tug against the plug in her ass, and she moaned as he pulled it out of her. He put his cock against the gaping hole and buried himself in her ass. He reached forward and grabbed her shoulders as he fucked her ass, pulling himself against her burning ass cheeks every time he reached the limit of his stroke. He reached around and pulled on her clit ring and fingered her clit as he came. She couldn't believe it, but she came again too. He unfastened her and had her stretch out on her back. He tied her extremities to the corners of the bed with ropes that were already there. He used the elastic cord also, running it thru the nipple rings and tying it to her collar. Her tits were pulled up by the rings, exposing the soft undersides. He pulled off the condom and made her open her mouth, and he dumped the contents into her mouth and watched her swallow it. He went to the dresser and she could smell alcohol. He returned with four needles, and silently but firmly pushed them thru her nipples, one in each nipple straight up and down, the others at 90 degree angles to the first. She had never done needles, and was surprised at the sensations they were bringing to her nipples, a burning ache that was very stimulating to her highly keyed senses. He caned her. Her thighs, her belly, the undersides of her tits were caned, leaving welts and marks that would last a long time. Then he got between her legs and he fucked her. A long slow fuck that took her over the edge many times. She did not hear him leave, nor hear the next man arrive. He did not beat her or torture her. He just knelt over her head and had her lick and suck his cock and ass until he came, squirting his cum all over her face . Her Master arrived home an hour later. She was still tied, spreadeagle. Fresh welts adorned the whole front of her body, her tits still pulled up by the elastic cord, needles thru the nipples. Dried cum was all over her face. He loved the sight of her. She was begging him to untie her, heart rendering pleas. He knew she was very uncomfortable, and he would untie her in a minute. But he had to fuck her first. end -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+