Message-ID: <44545asstr$1065089406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [r200306@hotmail.com] From: "Robert Newsom" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 02 Oct 2003 03:12:40.0612 (UTC) FILETIME=[0A042640:01C38893] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 01 Oct 2003 22:12:38 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Slave Scenario 3 (Ff, F Solo, Fdom, GS, Tort, Shaving) Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2003 06:10:06 -0400 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, IceAltar <1st attachment, "Slave-Scenario3-Ff.doc" begin> It seems that right after my divorce I was constantly sexually charged. I don't know what it was. During our marriage the sex was OK, but nothing spectacular - or frequent for that matter. Now I found myself masturbating all the time. My ex-husband always had a couple of porn magazines and a few porn videos around which I got in a package deal with the house. Some days I could hardly wait to get home to the magazines and videos. I guess I wasn't particularly looking forward to starting another relationship so the masturbation served to release my sexual tension. After months of looking at the same scenes they were starting to get a little stale. I started thinking about updating the collection. Besides I wanted a toy or two also. I was tired of improvising with candles, hair brush handles, vegetables, and anything else that happened to be handy. I'd never been in an adult shop, but as time went on I was growing more and more obsessed with the thought of visiting one. I live in a pretty big city so there were plenty of them in the area to choose from. Every time I passed one I felt a flush of excitement with an accompanying twinge of guilt and shame. I mean, I know other women have dildos and such, so why should I feel so guilty. That was my rationalization anyway. I took an intermediate step of buying a couple of magazines at a convenience store. I really had to build up to do even that. And I certainly didn't do it at a store near where I lived. I actually drove to the other side of the city and found one of those seedy little corner gas station that I knew would have a rack of men's magazines. I put a couple of gallons of gas in the car then got back in the driver's seat while I mustered up the courage to go in. Well I had to go in anyway to pay for the gas, but it was the magazine part that I was mustering up my courage for. I felt so deliciously nasty even contemplating doing it. I was even getting a little wet. Finally I got out of the car went into the store to the magazine rack and browsed the men's magazines. There were dozens of different magazines and "digests". I was just creaming myself trying to decide what to buy. The digests intrigued me most. There were titles like "Family Taboo", "Incest Digest", and all sorts of other titillating titles. I ended up grabbing a couple of magazines with pictures and about a dozen of the old digest magazines that were packaged in bunches at discount prices. Now - actually going up to the counter and paying. I waited until other customers had cleared the counter then walked up. The clerk was the kind of greasy looking guy that always seems to work in these places. I felt so ashamed and turned on at the same time. It was surprising and somewhat confusing at the way I felt. This was the first time I ever began to associate shame and guilt with sexual arousal. Anyway, he rang the sales up while displaying a knowing little smirk which just infuriated and humiliated me - yeah, like you have a chance buddy. I got out of there and sped home. I barely got the door closed behind me before I was digging through my goodies. The digests contained some of the nastiest things I had ever heard of. Some of them were a complete waste but the good ones (and I mean the kinkiest ones when I say that) had things in them that I never even conceived of before. I guess I was somewhat of a prude. The bondage and "golden shower" stories had me amazed - and incredibly turned on. My fantasy world took on a whole new twist and I do mean twist after that. Bondage, S&M, and golden showers started to dominate (pun intended) my fantasies. And to compound the depravity of it all the fantasies weren't of me being dominated by a man, they were of me being dominated by another woman. I tried to deny these yearnings at first. I mean I have never even thought of a lesbian relationship before in my life. Sure I looked at the girls in sex videos but it was only in the context of them having sex with a man. Now I thought about women all the time. I revisited my old porn and concentrated on the women instead of the sex act and found myself really turned on by the models. It was a pity my ex didn't have any lesbian movies in his collection. My masturbation sessions started to become more depraved too. I started to work my nipples progressively harder. I am very self-conscious about my titties. They are small but go pretty well with my petite and toned physique - of which I am very proud thank you. It's the nipples that I am so self-conscious about. I have very big nipples the areolas aren't disproportionately large but my nipples are almost as long as the butt of a cigarette. When I'm cold or turned on they poke out dramatically and they're very hard to conceal. To make matters worse the way I was treating them seemed to keep them hard all the time and they were becoming increasing sensitive because they never quite healed between the treatments I was giving them when I masturbated. It just felt so delicious and depraved to hurt them. It wasn't long before I was digging around in the laundry room looking for clothes pins. The first time I put the clothes pins on my nipples I very slowly lined the mouth of the pins up and tentatively eased my grip on the pins and let them bite into my nipple. The pain was delicious. I stared down in amazement at the clothes pins on my nipples. I was totally fascinated by the appearance of them flattening my poor nipples. With one hand I started pulling and twisting the clips and with the other I reached down to work my pussy. I was shocked to find I was leaking profusely all over the couch. I looked down at my cunt and found that my sparse pubic hair was absolutely matted with pussy juice. I have gotten wet and turned on before, but never like this. As I worked my nipples and pussy I worked up to the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I was actually thrashing about and seeing stars. As I came down from the clouds I went to pull the clips off of my nipples. I whimpered as the pain shot through my nipples as the circulation same back to the sensitive nipples. I would have to remember that little bit of information: next time I would pull the clips off just as I was cumming. God I was getting sick. At work one day I was clipping some papers together with a binder clip and it occurred to me that they could make great nipple clamps. I tested one on my finger there in the office. Man, were these going to hurt. I slipped a couple in my handbag. The rest of the afternoon I was creaming in anticipation. When I got home I took my blouse and bra off right in the door way. I dug in my hand bag, pulled out the clips, and snapped them on. I guess I thought I could take anything but this pain was too much. I pulled them off immediately and tenderly massaged my poor nipples. I would have to work up to these little devils. I also started to explore anal sex. I always thought anal sex, or anything anal for that matter, was gross, but after reading a couple of the digest stories I lost my inhibitions. It wasn't that I consciously wanted to try it, but the taboo was gone. The first time I played with my ass hole I was laying in bed on my stomach with one leg hiked up and masturbating my pussy from behind. In that position the heel of my hand rested in the crack of my ass. I subconsciously started grinding my asshole into my hand and my wrist. I was groaning and grunting trying to penetrate myself deeper from behind. Without even really considering what I was doing I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and ran them up and down the crack of my ass before plunging them back in my pussy. I kept repeating that motion dwelling on my puckering asshole more and more each time. Finally I tentatively pushed my finger into my ass. God it was so delicious. I was really creaming. I pushed one hand under my body to continue working my clit while I worked my ass. I lay there panting and groaning as I ground against my hand and finger fucked my ass. In a matter of seconds I was accustomed to the one finger and ready to try two. Without thinking I inserted a couple of fingers into my mouth to lube them including the one that had been in my ass. Just as my fingers entered my mouth I caught the smell of my ass on my finger. I let out a throaty groan and felt my pussy spasm against my hand. God I was becoming so depraved. After sucking my finger clean I reinserted two fingers into my ass and worked myself to an orgasm that left me weak-kneed for hours. My ass became just another orifice to get stuffed. I was treating it like my pussy jamming what ever was handy into it. From a girl who thought everything anal was disgusting I now regularly licked my fingers clean after they had been in my asshole without even thinking twice about it. The most depraved aspect of my masturbation sessions was an increased fascination with piss. When I first read a golden shower story I was shocked. How could people actually do that? But, I couldn't put the story down and read it frequently. My own first experience occurred in the tub one night. I was soaking in the tub when I felt the need to pee. I lifted my hips out of the water to watch myself pee. It was strange that it wasn't as easy as just taking a pee. I tried to relax and release the flow but my bladder remained clinched. Slowly I was able to release a little squirt into the water then the full flow started. What a turn on. I knew from that moment I was hooked. The next time I sat on the toilet to pee I tentatively stuck my finger into the flow and slowly raised it to my mouth. I couldn't taste much but the depravity of it spurred an intense masturbation session. Sticking my finger or hand in my piss flow became the norm instead of the exception. I was always sticking my finger in my piss and licking it clean even at work or when I was out in a public restroom. It was so depraved and nasty I couldn't help myself. One day at work I went into the unisex bathroom down the hall from my office just as one of my co-workers, David, was walking out. He hadn't lifted the lid and had peed all over the seat. It's almost like he did it on purpose; there is no way he could be that bad an aim. Normally I would be angry but with my new found kinkiness I impulsively dropped to my knees on the bathroom floor and started licking the piss off the seat. God, I was becoming such a pervert I said to myself. Another time I was in a public women's room when I entered a stall that hadn't been flushed. In my depraved state I found myself on my knees dipping my head into the bowl to drink some of the pissy toilet water. The flavor was barely noticeable but the act was so nasty I was creaming my panties. I was so ashamed of my behavior but so turned on at the same time. And to make matters worse my bangs had dipped into the water and were dripping the pissy water onto my face and blouse. Despite all that I got in the habit of checking stalls for pissy water all the time. I was descending depravity that I couldn't even imagine. I mean, this was even sicker than any of the stories I read. During these weeks I visited my convenience store porn outlet a couple of times. After the first time I dropped the pretense of buying gas and walked straight in to the magazine racks. I still enjoyed sitting in the parking lot a while to let the nasty feelings build before I went in though. I even dressed more promiscuously for the clerk when I got ready to go to the store - unbuttoning my blouse way lower than I normally would and even forgetting my bra. Hell, he wasn't going to get any anyway, I might as well give him an eyeful. The next step was to enter one of the adult shops. I was getting bolder and taking more and more stupid risks I mean drinking piss out of toilet bowls, come on. Why should going into an adult bookstore bother me? But, I still couldn't get over the taboo of entering a porn shop. There was one pretty close to where I worked. I started detouring so that I could pass by it on the way home every night. I delicious little tingle helped fire me up for my masturbation sessions when I got home. Finally one Friday resolved to enter the shop and get me a real dildo. As I approached the shop I was literally trembling and my heart was beating in my throat. I was incredibly turned on, but too ashamed to pull into the shop. I even had my blinker on and was slowed to make the turn before chickening out at the last minute and going past. I rode up the road a mile before turning around and going back. I passed the store in the opposite lane, went down to the next block and made a U-turn. This time I was really going in I told myself I drove slowly as I approached the store and pulled in. I pulled into a spot on the side of the building and sat in the car while I steeled myself to go in. Seeing a couple walk by with a bag of goodies made it a little easier. At least it wasn't all men in there. I got out of the car and walked to the front door. When I swung the front door open I was surprised by how well lit and open the shop was. I guess I was expecting something a little dingier. I kept my head down as I walked along an aisle to find a discrete place to look around. Near the end of the aisle I stopped and looked around. The place was divided into a bunch of aisles each with a different category or name brand name of pornography. There was the gangbang aisle, the anal aisle, the BDSM aisle, the gay aisle and then a few aisles set up around specific companies which I had never heard of before. It was just like the supermarket I thought to myself. Along the far wall were the toys. And most surprising of all was the person manning the cash register, or should I say womanning the counter. A very beautiful woman with long jet black hair sat behind the counter idly flipping through a magazine. When a customer walked up to the counter she put the magazine down rung up the purchase and completed the sale before picking her magazine back up and scanning the store. I was entranced and didn't even think of averting my gaze until she looked my way. When her eyes met mine she gave me the sexiest smile I could ever imagine. I blushed and dropped my eyes to the videos in front of me before realizing that, yes you guessed it, I was in the lesbian aisle. I looked back up towards the front but she was already back reading her magazine. I wanted to go up and explain that I wasn't that way or something. God, I was so embarrassed. But as I watched her reading I started to feel like maybe I was that way. She was stunning. Maybe it was my heightened level of arousal I said to myself. I started to browse the videos occasionally looking up in her direction. The problem with the lesbian videos was that the ones that looked the nastiest had the least attractive women in them and the ones with the really beautiful women looked so posed and contrived. I finally found a video called "Lipstick Lesbians" which looked particularly nasty and had incredibly beautiful looking women in it. I picked it up and made my way to the BDSM aisle. I wanted at least one good video with S&M and golden showers in it. I was getting close to scanning every video in the aisle still looking for some mention of golden showers. I was really conscious of the presence of the male customers in the store and did what I could to keep a discrete distance from all of them. That's why it startled me so much when someone right next to me said "Can I help you with something?" I must have jumped a foot and I dropped the video. It was the woman from the front counter. "Oh I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to startle you," she said lightly laughing. As I crouched down to pick up the video and she stepped closer to me so that I was practically sliding down her body as I reached for the video. My eyes were riveted to her long legs as I grabbed the tape and stood back up. When I stood up I realized she was watching me ogling her legs the whole time. I was so embarrassed. I'm sure I turned a bright shade of red and I looked into her eyes and then shyly looked away. "Ummm...no," I said, "I'm just looking". She walked down the aisle a couple of paces and picked up a video. "I recommend this video if you're looking for girl-on-girl," she said handing me the video and stepping closer to me. The cover showed a dark haired dominatrix with a petite blonde girl with her hair cut very. "This one is really nasty," she said looking over the cover with me. I could smell her perfume and the scent of her body. "I just love her hair style, don't you?" she said. "Um, yeah it looks nice," I replied. "That style would suit you really well I think," she said. "She really gets worked over in this video. Look at that..." She said pointing out various scenes on the back cover. "Well, is there anything else you wanted?," she asked. "No that's OK, I'll just keep looking," I mumbled. "OK, but if you need anything just let me know," she said turning and starting walk away. From somewhere I managed to blurt "I was looking for a golden shower video." She turned back to me and looked me over appraisingly. "Oh sorry honey, you can't sell any golden shower images in this state. They're just too obscene," she said sarcastically rolling her eyes. We do have a couple of juicy paper backs over here with golden shower stories. C'mon I'll show you." She started to move toward the front of the store to where a couple of carousel racks held paper backs. I watched her body as she moved down the aisle. God, she was beautiful. She wore tight shorts and heels that showed off her long legs and a black backless halter top. She was so toned and muscular she looked like a fitness model. She got to a rack of paperbacks and spun it. She stopped it a couple of times and pulled out a couple of books that appeared to be bondage books from the cover art and titles. "I think these have some golden shower scenes in them," she said handing them to me. "I read them all so that I'm familiar with the material and can make accurate recommendations to the customers", she said adding a sly wink that made me blush like a little girl. Then she turned back to the rack and squatted to get to the lower shelves. I had a perfect view down the front of her halter at her cleavage. She either had perfect tits or a great surgeon. I couldn't help myself I could not stop looking. She flipped through a few books before grabbing one and turning to me. She caught me looking down her halter. God, I blushed like a little girl again. "Ahhh, here it is. You'll like this one I think." She rose and handed me a book called "Submissive Sappho". The hand drawn picture on the cover showed a bound girl on her knees in front of a statuesque mistress with a riding crop. "It's one of my favorites. The thought of abused little lezzie submissives just drives me to distraction," she looking into my eyes. "Thanks," I said still blushing profusely and looking away. "Damn, let me get back to the front," she said noticing a line accumulating at the front. "If you need anymore help, just let me know. OK?" she said. "OK," I said shyly looking up into her eyes. Christ, I was acting like a little love-struck girl. She hurried back to the counter. "Hold you horses. I'm coming." she said as she pushed though the swinging gate to get behind the counter. I turned and walked to the wall with the toys glancing toward her once in a while. After coming in here I sure as hell wasn't leaving without a real-live fake dick. I scanned the wall and was surprised by the variety that was on the wall. Not just the dildos but also what I later learned were butt plugs and anal beads, and all kinds of bondage gear. I settled on a medium sized lifelike vibrator. It was bigger than anything I've had in my cunny but it felt so hot in my hands I had to try getting it up my puss. The sexual images all around, my encountering with the cashier and playing with these dildos had me dripping wet by the way. I gathered what had become my armful of purchased and made my way to the front counter. When I got to the counter I tried to maintain the cashiers gaze as she looked over my purchases but I just couldn't. My face was flushed with embarrassment. "Oh, this is a good choice," she said looking at the "Lipstick Lesbian" video. "This is so nasty. I just love it," she confided. I looked up at her then averted my eyes quickly when her eyes met mine. What was wrong with me? Then she picked up the dildo and looked at me then back at the dildo. "Hmmm, I bet you're going to have some fun tonight," she said as if speaking to the dildo. "OK," that'll do it," she said ringing up the items and telling me the price. She put the stuff in a discrete brown paper bag. As she handed me the bag she said "If you come back in a few days I might be able to get you a golden shower video from an alternate supplier." Well, you know what happened next. I thought for sure I was going to wreck going home I was so distracted. Besides the toys I couldn't get my mind off the cashier. I opened and closed my legs the whole way home. I was so wet and swollen I could feel my pussy smacking. When I got home I stripped at the door, went to the living room and dumped the contents of my bag onto the coffee table then went to my bedroom to get what I call my masturbation kit which included a few clothes pins and a few other things. I put the lesbian video in the VCR and pushed play. Christ I was so horny. I grabbed the dildo and started to work it into my cunt. Goddamn it was fat. I whimpered and groaned in frustration as I twisted the head against my unyielding hole. I got up and went to the bathroom and got some lotion and poured in onto the dildo and all over my pussy then tried again. This time I had a little more luck. The head started to ease into my opening. I let out a groan as the shaft slowly eased into me. God I felt so full. When I got as much into me as I could I realized that I had been making a high whimpering sound. I was such a depraved slut. I grabbed a couple of clothes pins and snapped them onto my nipples then I started to ease my lubed fingers of one hand into my asshole. Then I flipped the vibrator on and almost lost my mind. The feeling was incredible. I started fucking the cock in and out of my pussy, forcing more of the fucker into my cunt. My mind was completely gone as I worked to force the rest of the dildo into my cunt and my fingers into my ass at the same time. The start of an orgasm began stirring at the very core of my body and built and built. When I finally came I felt like I was exploding. My asshole clinched at the fingers buried in my butt; my pussy spasmed against the dildo. The S&M video the cashier recommended was incredible. It was very rough. The little short haired blonde was really being brutalized. The tape showed spankings, whippings, nipple torture, double dildo penetration, candle waxing, and anything else you could imagine. The sheen of sweat glistened on the girl as she struggled through the torture. The dark haired dominatrix seemed to take special pleasure in tying the poor girl into painful positions and abusing the poor girl's vagina. In one scene she had her arms bound to a rack in front of her, a rope was tied around her waist then passed down between her legs and behind her. Using a pulley the dominatrix then raised the girl off the ground using the rope smashed into her sex. You could see the pain in her eyes when they shot close ups of her. A ball gag stifled any sounds she may have been making but didn't cover them up completely. She was grunting and groaning as she was lifted. The dominatrix then started jerking the rope up into the girls sex prompting her to squeal even louder into the gag. Throughout it all the dominatrix verbally abused the poor girl. It was brutal but had me dripping. I improvised something with some rope and my kitchen table to self-torture myself the way the girl was being tortured. With just a little bit of my weight resting on the rope I was in pain. I became obsessed the blonde girl. I thought about her all day at work and replayed the video every night. I started imagining myself in her position. And of course the cashier crept into all of my fantasies. When I read the paperbacks it was always me in the role of the submissive and the cashier in the role of the dominant when two women were involved. By mid-week I had worked the dildo to the hilt into my puss and had even tried to work it into my ass with little success. I finally managed to pop the head of the son-of-a-bitch into my asshole but the pain was excruciating and it was all I could do to get it back out of me before it split me in two. I had pretty much resolved to go back to the store Friday and see if the cashier had gotten the golden shower video and get some more toys. I was actually planning what I was going to wear for the cashier. It was like I was preparing for a date or something. I even made an appointment at the hair dresser to get my hair cut. I went in and got my hair cut really short like the girl in the video. I was dripping wet in the seat knowing I was doing this for the cashier. I was so embarrassed when the girl finished and pulled the apron off me. I was absolutely reeking of sex. She crinkled a nose and then gave me a puzzled look. God I was so humiliated. She went on professionally though and started playing with my hair the way hairdressers always do and then she said "This look really goes with your face. I was a little skeptical when you first came in but it's really turned out nice." She was right, I thought it looked really sexy. The next day at work I got lots of complements on my new look. In the afternoon when most of the people had already cleared out for the weekend I called the bookstore. I woman's voice answered, "This is Alex." "Hi," I said, "I'm the woman from last Friday," I said. "I'm sorry, who?" she answered. "You know, golden shower girl" I said whispering into the phone and looking around to be sure no one was around. "I'm sorry I can't hear you," she replied. "I said I'm the golden shower girl, remember?" I said more loudly. "Oh, the little blond S&M girl, how are you?" "Umm...good. I was wondering if you were able to get the video," I said. "Oh yeah, it's very nasty. I have it right here under the counter waiting for you." I could hardly wait until the day was over. I rushed out to my car and started toward the bookstore stopping in the restroom of a fast food restaurant just long enough to slip out of my panties and bra. Back in the car I changed into a short skirt traded my pumps for the highest heels I had. I made a note to myself to buy some "hooker heels" next time I went to the mall. When I finished changing my shoes I looked down and I could see my cunny peeking out as my skirt rode up. My pubes were already covered with dew. I drove on to the store and pulled into the parking lot. There was no hesitation this time. I looked down at myself then unbuttoned a couple of more buttons before opening the door and swinging my legs out. I drew a deep breath and pushed the door open. She was there at the counter and looked up at the sound of the bells on the door. I could see that she recognized me. She smiled at me and I totally melted. I tried to walk confidently toward her. I had even rehearsed a little thank you on the drive over, but I just couldn't maintain eye contact and I felt myself blushing as I walked toward her. "Well, if it isn't golden shower girl," she said smirking as I approached the counter. I was totally humiliated and incredibly turned on at the same time. "I...I just wanted to thank you for your help last time," I stammered. "Did you enjoy your little purchases, golden shower girl?" she teased. There was that name again. I nodded my head yes as I looked down at my feet momentarily pausing at her cleavage. I know she was following my eyes but I couldn't help myself. She looked me up and down, "My, I really like your hair like that. It makes you look like a total slut the way you're dressed. Are you going out later...or did you dress like that for me?" God how was I supposed to answer that...With the truth? "Mmm-hmmm," I said. "Mmm-hmm, what? Did you dress like that for me?" she taunted. "Yes," escaped my mouth a low hiss. She laughed at that. I couldn't believe I was humiliating myself like this, but it felt so deliciously wicked. She reached under the counter and pulled out the tape and said, "You should like this. It has hardcore lezzie S&M and golden showers too. Just the type of perverted stuff you're into isn't it?" she asked. Again I nodded my head yes. "What? I didn't hear you lezzie girl." "Yes," I managed to whisper. She was reading me perfectly. She knew I was a little pervert. I was relieved and scared at the same time; on the one hand someone finally knew, but I was worried about what new depraved world I was being pulled into. "What did you want to buy today?" she said. "A dildo," I answered. "Another one? Whatever do you need two for?" "For my ass," I mumbled. "My, you are a nasty little lezzie girl aren't you? Well, go on and get it while I take care of these guys." As I turned toward the toy wall I could see a couple of guys were approaching the counter. They both leered at me as they passed. I went to the toy wall and picked out the biggest dildo I thought I could work into my asshole and went back to the counter. She watched me the whole way back to the counter, tapping the video she had picked out for me with her long nails. "Well, that sure is a fatty," she said as I laid the dildo on the counter. "Are you sure you're going to be able to get that into your ass?" "I think so," my face burned with embarrassment. "Why don't you write down your phone number so I can see how you liked the video?" she said sliding a piece of paper across the counter. With trembling hands I wrote down my number. She finished ringing up my purchases and I left on shaky knees. I could hardly wait to get home and put the video in. The started with a shot of a beautiful young black woman kneeling in the middle of what looked like a garage. She was slender and athletic with light skin. Her beautiful long hair pulled back away from here face. Her pubic hair was shaved clean. On her long nipples were clamps connected with a chain. She appeared to have here hands tied behind her back but you couldn't tell because of the angle. The video had started without the usual title captions and FBI warnings so it must have been home made. A blond woman entered the scene and moved in front of the girl. She lifted her leg and placed it on the girls shoulder. The angle shifted to a close up of the girls face and the woman's pussy. A squirt of piss escaped her cunt and splashed the girl's face then a full stream of piss started to flow. The girl opened her mouth and started drinking the flow. A lot of it escaped her mouth and flowed down her chin onto her torso. The pissing woman taunted the girl, calling her a piss slut, piss whore and commanding her to drink her piss. When her flow tapered off she pressed her cunt to the girl's mouth and she licked it hungrily. The woman reached down for the chain on the girl's nipples and tugged it as she ground her cunt into the girl's face. She pulled with more and more force. You could see the girl becoming more and more agitated as the pain in her nipples increased. She even tried to pull away once but the woman pulled the girl back to her cunt by her hair. She then turned around a placed her ass to the girls face. "Eat my ass now," she commanded. The girl pressed her face into the crack of the woman's ass. God it was so wicked. After having her ass sucked for several minutes she pulled away and the scene changed. The next scene showed the girl clothed and squatting over a bowl with her skirt hiked and panties pulled aside. Slowly she released a stream of urine. The piss hissed as it filled the bowl. When she finished she brought the bowl to her lips and drank from it. God she was so nasty. The movie continued with S&M scene after S&M scene. I masturbated furiously. After stretching my ass with my fingers I got my new ass toy and worked it slowly into my butt. I got my vibrating cock and pushed it into my cunt. After several hours of pounding both of my holes a stumbled to bed exhausted and feel to sleep. I was startled out of dreams of debauchery by the ringing of the phone. The clock showed almost 3AM. I picked up the phone still foggy from sleep wondering who could be calling me this late. "Hello," I said. "Well, how did you like it?". "Huh," I said. "How did you like the video?" I shot up in bed; it was Alex. "Umm...I liked it a lot." "Did you like the little piss drinker? She's very beautiful to be so depraved isn't she?" "Mmm-hmmm," I answered. What she said next shocked me. "I've been drinking gallons of iced tea for you all evening, but you better hurry over or it may be too late," she said it matter-of-factly as if there was no question of me rushing over. And of course she was right. "OK, Alex", I said. She told me her address and directions. After hanging up I threw on a pair of shorts, a tight tank top, and running shoes and was out the door in seconds. Within 15 minutes of driving and agonizing over the precipice I was about to dive over I arrived in front of her house. I rang the door and waited in the cold evening air my pussy leaking and my nipples pushing into the thin tank top. The door swung open and Alex waved me in. "Strip," she said without a hello or anything. I kicked off my tennis shoes and pulled my shorts down and then my tank top over my head as she watched appraisingly. She stepped to my side and placed her hand on my lower stomach then ran her it up my body between my breasts. "Mmmm....nice. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you," she whispered in my ear. "C'mon," she said turning. I followed her to the bathroom. "Get in the tub," she ordered. I stepped into the tub; intuition told me to kneel. She pushed her spandex shorts down her hips then stepped out of them revealing her neatly trimmed pussy and stepped into the tub too pushing her mons within inches of my face and then putting one foot up on the side of the tub. The anxiety and anticipation coursing through my body at that moment made me feel electric. It is hard to explain. All thoughts of depravity and the implications of the act of drinking another person's piss left my mind. The only thought was that I was actually going to commit this act that I had yearned so desperately for. A small grunt escaped Alex's lips then a strong stream of piss shot out of her cunt onto my face. I groaned turning my head so that my face and hair was saturated in the stream before opening my mouth to catch the flow. Oh God how degrading and humiliating. "Yeah, drink my piss." Alex ordered. "Do you like that, piss slut?" she asked. "Oh God, yes. Please...yes." I answered. As her flow started tapering she pushed her mons into my face. "Clean me slut," she said. I stuck my tongue into the folds of her sex. I licked the length of her cunt trying to reach every where. She started inching back from me and I strained to maintain contact with her pussy. Finally she pulled away. "I said clean it not eat it you little lezzie pervert." I blushed in shame. God I was so turned on and humiliated at that moment. "You should see yourself. You're a nasty little piss slut aren't you?" she said. "Yes. Oh God Yes." I moaned. "Then say it. Tell me what a little pervert you are?" "Oh God. It's true. I'm a piss drinking slut." She stepped out of the tub and sat on the lid of the toilet with her legs spread. "Come here. Let me get a better look at you." I stepped out of the tub still dripping urine and stood between her legs. She grabbed me by the hips and pulled me closer. "I'm going to enjoy hurting you," she said throatily. "Do you want me to hurt you?" she asked looking up into my eyes. "Yes, please." I whispered. She ran her hands up the side of my body until her hands came to rest under my arms with her thumbs on my nipples. She worked my distended nipples with her thumbs. Each flick of her nails sent a spasm through my body. I was literally quivering at her touch. "Such nice fat nipples." She eased her hands back down my body to my hips examining my mons. She ran a finger through my matted pubic hair and said, "This won't do. Little piss slaves aren't allowed to have hair on their pussies." My knees buckled at that. "Get up on the counter and let's take care of that." I climbed on the large bathroom counter and spread my legs exposing myself completely to her. She ran water in the sink periodically testing it for temperature. I could see the steam started to rise as she started and she started to splash my crotch with water. I gasped and squirmed as the hot water hit my sensitive privates. She lathered up some soap and started rubbing it into my pubic mound purposely slipping her fingers into my pussy and over my super sensitive clit smirking as I spasmed from the contact. "My, you are a hot little one aren't you," she said. She got a razor and started scrapping away at my pubic mound. The suds and hair were gradually drawn away by the razor revealing my naked and swollen sex. It looked sexy and I felt so nasty. She pulled at the lips to pull my skin taunt as she shaved every hair. She lathered me again and went over my whole mound again touching up spots that she missed the first time. "OK, turn around and let me get your ass too." I got on my hands and knees exposing my puckered asshole to her. She lathered the crack of my ass and started scraping the hair from my ass. After she was finished she squirted baby oil down the crack of my ass and started rubbing it in allowing her finger to delve into my asshole. She smacked my ass hard and told me to turn around again. I lay on the counter with my legs spread as she squirted oil onto my pussy and massaged the oil into my mound and puss. I strained to watch as she worked my pussy. "Mmm...that looks nice. I'm going to have so much fun ruining your pussy and your asshole." I groaned at the implications of my pussy and ass getting ruined. Instead of scaring me it turned me on and I felt my pussy spasm against her fingers. "Mmm...your twat seems to like the idea of being ruined. Do you want me to ruin your holes, slut?" "Oh...please...God," I gasped as she continued to work my pussy. "Answer me slut. I'm going to stretch your fuck holes so that no man will ever be able to use them again. You'll have to find other perverted lezzies who are willing to fist you to get off after I'm through with you. Is that what you want?" she taunted. "Mmmm...God damn," was all I answered as I thrust my hips to meet the two fingers she was sawing in and out of my freshly shaved pussy. I was getting so close to cumming moaning and squealing. God just a little more...and... then she stopped. I whimpered in frustration as she pulled away from me. "Stay here slut...and don't touch your pussy," she said. She was back in a minute with a camera strapped around her neck. "OK, slut. Pull some more oil on you pussy and let me see you finger fuck yourself." "No please. No pictures," I said as I started to rise from the counter. "Get back down and fuck that pussy for me or you can leave and never come back. Do you understand?" she said. "Please...It's just that....Oh...." I said as I leaned back and resigned myself to being photographed. "Go ahead....pour some oil on your twat, slut," she commanded as she started to snap pictures. I squirted the oil onto my pussy and started massaging the folds of my sex and pushing my fingers into my cunt. Alex got closer and encouraged me to get nastier. "Yeah, fuck that pussy for me," she said. After my initial inhibitions I found that Alex photographing me actually made me hotter ... and I was getting so hot to cum. "OK. That's enough," she said pulling my hand from my pussy. I whimpered in frustration. I was so close again. She threw me a towel and said "Wipe yourself off." I got off the counter and dried my pissy hair and the oil from my cunt and ass as she watched. "C'mon," she said turning. I followed her into the hall and into the next room. It had only a bed with a bare mattress and a chest of drawers. She went to the drawers and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a few items and went and sat on the bed. "Over here," she said pointing in front of her. "Kneel down face that way" she said pointing away from herself. I knelt down before her. She put a black studded collar around my neck. She pulled me to her then reached forward and took my nipples between her fingers and gently started to roll them. "Are you ready for me to hurt you?" she whispered in my ear. I let out a whimper. "Please....oh, God, please." "Have you ever done anything like this before?" "No," I answered. "OK, I'm not going to push too hard tonight. We'll just see if we can find your limits. But, if you ever come back after tonight I'm going to be very harsh with you. Do you understand?" "Yes...oh, please...please use me" I sighed. With that she started pinching my nipples progressively harder. I looked down at my chest. It was so sensual. She dug her nails into the sensitive tissue of my nipples. Before long she had me whimpering and trying to pull away. "Shhhh..." she whispered in my ear continuing to work my nipples. "Oh, God, mmmm..." I groaned as she started to nibble at my ear. My nipples were burning with the pain and I raised my hands to hers. "Put your hands down slut," she ordered. I put them down and turned my face to pleading with her "Oh.....please." She lowered her lips to mine. My first kiss with another woman was incredible. Her tender lips pressed against mine then her tongue darted across my lips and pulled away. I stuck my tongue out to meet hers. She drew my tongue into her mouth and gently sucked my tongue. Her gentle sucking lips dramatically contrasted with abuse of my nipples. Eventually the tenderness of the first kiss was overcome by the pain in my nipples and I began groaning and whimpering into her mouth then raising my hands to hers again. She pulled away and released my nipples. "I can see your not going to behave so I'll have to bind your hands. Stand up." I stood and turned to her. She put leather wrist straps around each wrist. "Turn around. Hands behind your back," she ordered. I put my hands behind my back and spun around. I looked down at my nipples as she securing my wrists together. The area around my nipples was red and swollen and the burning sensation was just now easing. "OK, turn around. Let's have a look at you." I turned to her. "Look at you. You're leaking all down you leg. You're such a little pain slut." I thrust my hips forward to see the juices had streamed down my thighs to my knees. She put the side of the finger of one hand against my sex and started sawing her fingers against the lips. The other hand returned to my nipples. "Your nipples are just made for abuse," she remarked. I tried to grind by pussy against her finger but was rewarded with a hard smack to my thigh. "Stop it! Behave." I was so humiliated. I whimpered in frustration. After flicking my nipples a few times she went back to pinching them progressively harder again. "You're doing very well for a first time. Have you been abusing your nipples yourself, slut?" "Yes...mmmm God, yessss," I hissed. "Oh, you nasty little girl. Have you been abusing your nipples?" "Ugh...Yes...Oh...." "Tell me what you've been doing slut." "Ugh...clothes pins...." I groaned. I was starting to gyrate my hips and squat to try to force penetration. "Mmmm, you little pervert. Are you trying to hump my finger, little lezzie?" "Mmmm...oh please..." The pain in my nipples was getting unbearable again and I would have pulled away except for the sawing motion of her finger on my sex. "If you don't behave I'll have to stop." "Oh...please...I need to cum...please..." "Mmmm. You nasty little slut. You could have stayed at home if all you wanted was to cum. I thought you came over to drink my piss and get abused." "Oh God..." I groaned. That was the simple truth of the situation. "Didn't you come over to be my piss slave?" she prompted me. "Yes...I want to be your piss slut....but please, oh...." I said shamelessly grinding against her finger. "OK. That's enough," she pulled away from me. I was becoming more and more desperate. "Are you ready to get those nipples clamped?" "Please...I need to cum," I whimpered. "Do you want you nipples clamped or not?" she said. "Yessssss..." I hissed. "Oh God. Yes." She picked up to alligator clips from the bed and pinched the mouths open. She placed the teeth around my abused nipples and slowly eased the tension allowing them to bite into my sensitive flesh. "Oh God," I groaned. "How is that?" she said flicking at the clips and sending shocks of pain through me body. "Aghhh, No..." I said trying to pull away. "OK, come here, let me take them off." She eased them off my nipples. She tapped her knee and said "Foot up." I lifted my foot to her knee balanced precariously on one leg with my hands tied behind my back. She grabbed a ankle strap secured it around my ankle. "OK, now the other," she ordered. She secured the strap then ordered, "Kneel on the bed." She maneuvered me closer to the foot of the bed then went to the chest and removed several lengths of rope from a drawer. She tied my ankles together. "Spread your legs" she ordered slapping the insides of my thighs. "OK. Keep your hands under you and between your legs," she ordered as she eased my body back. I ended up laying on my back with my legs bent double and my bound wrist stick out from under my spread legs. It was very uncomfortable and very exposed. She then tied a length of rope from my wrists to the foot of the bed and another length from my ankles to the head of the bed. "Mmm....you look so sexy...." she said rubbing my straining thighs and torso. "Let me go get the camera for this," she said leaving the room. She was back in a minute and started flashing pictures from different angles. Then she held the view finder up for me to see and flipped through the images. It was so erotic. I couldn't believe it was me. My body was starting to show a thin sheen of sweat. I looked completely flat-chested and my nipples showed an angry red against my pale skin. She put the camera down and walked to the chest of drawers again. She came back with she picked up one of the alligator clips and started wrapping a small rubber band repeatedly around the mouth of the clip. When I realized what she was going to do I started fighting the bonds. "No...please....no...." "Shhhhh....." she leaned into my face and gently kissed my lips. "You don't think I would do anything to you that you can't take do you?" she whispered. "No...but please...it's going to hurt so bad...." "Shhh..."she said putting a finger to my lips. She returned to twisting the second rubber band around the mouth of the other alligator clip. Each time she doubled the rubber band it increased the tension and force of the bite. When she was done she took a piece of cord and bound the two clips together. "Are you ready?" "No...please," I whimpered as she eased herself onto the bed. She kneeled at my head pressing her thighs around my head to hold it still. Then she leaned forward. I looked down as she used both hands to force the mouth of the clip open and pressed it to my nipple. She slowly eased her grip allowing the clamp to bite into my nipple. "Aghhh....." I screamed. The pain was excruciating. I thought the teeth were going to bite through my nipple. I tried to thrash my head from side to side but it was firmly held between her thighs. She moved up and pressed her cunt into my face to muffle my scream. She was soaking wet and started to grind her pussy against my face. A felt her start to manipulate my other nipple in preparation for clamping it also. I continued to try to thrash around but it was completely useless. The way I was tied kept me completely immobile. I guess since she was muffling my screams with her cunt she felt she didn't have to be as gentle. Instead of easing this clamp on the snapped it on. Spasms of pain shook my body and I screamed into her pussy. "Make me cum, slut and I'll take them off," she said and continued to grind into my face. My nipples burned with intense pain. I started to lap hungrily at her cunt hoping to hurry the relief of my nipples. "Oh yeah, suck my cunt slut" she moaned grinding her pussy into my face. "Go you little cunt lapping dyke." She eased forward and started working my pussy. "You're soaking wet you sick slut" she said sawing fingers into my dripping pussy. I couldn't help myself and started to moan into her pussy. She was getting more and more vocal. "Yeah. Good little lezzie. Eat my pussy." I thought she was approaching her orgasm and she started leaking more juices into my mouth when she eased her body forward so that her asshole was posed over my eager tongue. I tried desperately to crane my neck forward but the position I was tied in kept me from reaching her puckered asshole. "Do you want to lick my asshole, whore?" she asked. "Yes, please...let me eat your ass...please, oh please," I replied desperately. I could smell the sweet musky smell of her dirty asshole as she slowly eased her asshole onto my flicking tongue. "Eat my butthole, asslicker," she taunted, grabbing the chain that held the two clamps together. The nipples had been becoming numb but the new manipulations sent new waves of sharp pain coursing through my nipples. "Aghhh..." I screamed before she pressed her ass to my face. "My little asslicking pain slut," she taunted pulling the chain. "Eat my butt, ass slut." I ran my tongue up and down her ass crack stabbing into her asshole when I crossed the puckered hole grunting from the pain. I pressed my mouth over her asshole and pushed my tongue into the smooth waxiness of inside of her hole. God I was twisted. After several minutes she eased back allowing me access to her pussy again. I lapped hungrily at the folds of her sex then clamped my sucking lips to the hood and rapidly flicking my tongue over her clit. "Yeah, eat me, clit sucker," she screamed as her orgasm spasmed through her cunt. I continued to suck on her sensitive clit causing her to quiver against my face then pull away. "You nasty little ass whore," she gasped as she bent over and kissed me passionately on the lips forcing her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her tongue into my mouth. "Your mouth tastes like my asshole, whore." She rose from the bed and returned to the chest. I wasn't sure what new torture would come from the drawers. I groaned as she pulled out a very fat and long strap on dildo with harness. It was way larger than anything I've had in my body before. She stepped into the leg holes and pulled the harness up her body and adjusted the straps to fit her snuggly. She pulled her halter over her head revealing her beautiful breasts for the first time. She was absolutely prefect. "Are you ready to cum, piss slut?" she asked climbing between my legs. She pressed the head of the massive fuck toy against my hole and started pushing firmly. "Ughhh....no....please.....aghhhh," I grunted and groaned. Slowly the head started to ease into my cunt. I was being stretched painfully. Alex was straining to force the massive tool into my fuck hole. "Yeah....I'm going to wreck your fuck hole, slut," she said. My pussy was slowly starting to give was to the force she was applying. After a couple of minutes she seemed to reach an impasse and eased back a little. Then she slammed forward jamming the cock into the stretched cunt. "Ughhhh...." I grunted. She started fucking me forcefully with the rod pressing the weight of her body behind every stroke not just straining my stuffed hole but also my arms that were pinned under me and my aching legs. Every stroke elicited a grunt and epitaph from me. "Ughhh...fuck, yeah....ughhh, Goddamn.....ughhh, shit, fuck me." I was completely lost in the depravity. After minutes of forcing the monster dildo into me I felt Alex's crotch slapping me with every stroke. I had taken the whole monster into my cunt. "Yeah, fuck whore," Alex said, "You've got that whole son-of-a-bitch in you, slut." "Mmmm...yeah. I'm wrecking your fuck hole slut. Yeah, I'm wrecking that fuck hole." She grabbed the nipple chains and started pulling them as she thrust violently into me. With each stroke I could feel an orgasm building in me. "Take that cock, fuck hole." I was in a totally depraved state. The pain of my tortured nipples seemed to fuel the building wave in my cunt. I tried to thrust back against the pistoning dildo begging to be fucked harder. "Yeah, fuck my hole. Ughhh...fuck me harder.....Wreck my hole...." Alex barely had to touch my clit before I exploded. I felt my pussy spasming against the fat cock and the intensity of the pain in my nipples seemed to explode and I came screaming. I must have lost consciousness because the next thing I remember is Alex slapping my face. When my eyes fluttered open she was leaned over my face. "Did you have a good cum, asslicker?" "Mmmm..." I groaned. "Are you ready to go on?" she said pulling the chain on my nipple. That brought me around real quick. "You're going to need this I think," she said forcing a ball gag into my mouth. She rose from the bed and picked up a switch from the floor. My eyes widened as she swung it through the air causes a menacing Swishhhhh. She brought the switch down against my stretched abdomen. I squealed into the gag and tried to thrust my body away from the stinging pain. A welt was rising where the switch crossed my torso. While I was contemplating the first stroke another stung me across the thighs...and then another on my rib cage just below my breast... The strokes of the switch criss-crossed my body raising angry welts. I was hopeless to evade the stinging strokes. I squealed into the gag with each strike thrashing my head from side to side. I screamed violently as the switch repeatedly struck the alligators clips. Tears began streaming from my eyes from the pain of my tortured body. Just as I was sure I couldn't take anymore Alex stopped. She moved to my side she was panting with and glistening with the exertion of whipping me. She ran her hands over my body. I was sweating too. She moved her hands to my puss and eased a finger into my pussy. "You're soaked, slut," said looking into my eyes. "What am I supposed to make of this?" "Do I need to whip your twat, too?" She asked. With wide eyes I shook my head no. Oh God how could she do that? She climbed back onto the bed kneeling at my head and capturing my head between her knees again. She lightly patted my mons with the switch a couple of times then raised it high and brought it down rapidly onto my mound several times. I screamed into the gag. On the fifth or sixth stroke the switch landing directly in my cleft. I screamed as loud as I could into the gag and thrust my body violently against the bonds. Tears started to stream down my face. She stopped for a moment and looked down at me then returned to the rapid beating of my cunt. Every few strokes would hit the cleft perfectly causing me to spasm violently. The energy drained from my body until I couldn't even struggle any more. I didn't even realize she had stopped for several seconds after the blows quit raining down on my cunt. Alex had moved between my legs and was examining my red and swollen pussy. I strained my neck to look down at my mons as she manipulated my tender pussy, making little cooing noises. "Mmmm...poor little abused twat," she cooed stoking up and down the lips of my vagina. She looked into my eyes then opened her hand to show me another alligator clip. My eyes opened wide and I shook my head no as I pleaded uselessly into the gag. She pulled the hood away from my swollen clit then pinched and pulled at it. I moaned into the gag. When I felt the metal teeth of the alligator clip bite into my clit I attempted to thrust my hips trying somehow to escape the cruel bite. She started to saw two fingers in and out of my cunt while pulling at the clip with the other hand. I don't know how but I felt myself start to respond despite the pain. Slowly I began to grind my hips. "God," she said. "You're starting to cream again. You're a natural pain slut." She added a third finger to the other two pistoning in and out of me, then the fourth. She started to twist her hand around in my cunt. "Yeah, slut. I'm wrecking your pussy good." I felt my orgasm exploded and I felt my pussy clutching her fingers. She withdrew her fingers from my still spasming cunt and wiped them against my thighs. "Damn, you're a juicy little cunt." She removed the clip from my clit sending a shock of pain through my cunt then removed the clamps from my nipples. I pain shot through my tender nipple as the circulation returned to the abused nipples. Then the ropes on my ankles and wrist were removed. She helped me rise. I groaned finally able to move my aching legs then she loosened the ties binding the wrist straps. She drew me to her and kissed me tenderly on the lips. "You're doing so good. Just a little more and we'll be done for today." "Oh...please...I want to go now...." "Shhh..." she said. "C'mon it's just a little more," she coaxed. She grabbed my hand and lead me into the living room. "Kneel here," she said pointing to the end of the coffee table. "Reach here," she said pointing to the other end. She took a length of rope and tied a wrist to each of the opposite legs of the coffee table so that I was kneeling at one end and stretching out to the other. She kicked my legs apart and tied me at the knees to the near table legs. "Mmmm...." she said running a finger down the crack of my ass then swatting my ass cheek hard. "Ohhh." I exclaimed in surprise. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," she laughed. I turned to see her return with a bottle of oil, a dildo, and a paddle. "OK. Here's how the game works honey. I start paddling your ass occasionally asking if you want it harder. If you say yes I spank you harder. If you say no I still spank you harder." She started laughing at her little joke. "No really. I spank you at the same force until you beg me to rape your asshole." "OK, here we go," she said bringing the paddle down onto my ass. "Ughh..." I grunted, but it wasn't too bad. She alternated from one cheek to the other then worked down to my upper thighs. After a few minutes it was starting to get pretty uncomfortable even though she hadn't increased the force she was using, but the anticipation of waiting on harder strokes was driving me crazy. Impulsively I said, "Harder please." "Mmmm...a brave little pain slut." She increased the force of the blows and sped up the spanking. "Aghhh..." I grunted. "After ten of fifteen strokes she said "Harder?" I bit my lip to avoid answering but the next stroke came down harder on my ass and I screamed. "Aghhh...No...Ughhh....Stop....please, stop....." She continued to paddle by ass. There was enough slack in the ropes for me to squirm a bit but not to escape the blows. "Oh, God, please stop," I screamed twisting my body and turning my head as she rained the blows on my ass and thighs. She stopped and moved behind me pull my hair and forcing my head back. "C'mon now. You can do better than that can't you?" "Please....no...it hurts....." "You were doing so well before, but now you're disappointing me. I know you can take a lot more. Maybe I should use me own judgment. You trust me to use my own judgment don't you?" "Please..." I whimpered. "Hmmm...." she rose from behind me then left. She returned in a few seconds and forced the ball gag into my mouth again. "You're being a cry baby and have really disappointed me," she said as she started paddling my ass again. This time she mixed the timing, force and location of the swats. While I could anticipate the swats earlier now I the blows were catching me unprepared. She continued to paddle me progressively harder. I started crying from the pain. Tears were streaming down my face and I was blubbering into the gag. I was tried to clinch my ass when I thought a stroke was coming but it was useless. Finally she stopped. "See," she said stroking my ass. "I knew you could take it. Are you ready to get you ass raped now slut?" She licked her index finger and pressed it against my asshole. She poured some oil down the crack of my ass and rubbed the oil onto the length of the dildo. Then I felt the head of the dildo pressing against my ass. With one forceful plunge she forced the whole length of the cock into my ass. I screamed into the gag and arched my back trying to escape the incredible pain shooting through my ass. Nothing can prepare you for the pain of an anal invasion. It was excruciating. She eased a little of the tool out of my ass then forced it back in. She reached under my body and started rubbing my pussy with her oil covered hands. She worked the dildo in and out of my reddened ass while playing with the folds of my sex. The pain was still very strong but here manipulation of my pussy was starting to stimulate me again. God how could I be getting excited again at this abuse. "Yeah, take that fucker in your ass slut. Your hole is sucking at that motherfucker. You should see it," she said. She fucked the dildo in and out of my ass while fucking my pussy with her hand. "Cum for me slut....yeah....you're getting off on having your ass raped." I couldn't help myself. I felt myself building to another orgasm. Finally I felt myself go. My asshole clinching at the dildo fucking my ass and my pussy spasmed around Alex's fingers. "You're almost done for today, honey," Alex whispered tenderly into my ear. She slowly eased the dildo out of my ass then untied me. She helped me up and led me into the garage. Along one wall was a wooden frame with several parallel metal bars mounted across the top. She led me to the frame and said "Up you go," and helped me to mount the rails on the sides of the frame so that I could reach the bar. "Grab the bar," she said. She then slid over a step ladder which she climbed to reach my hands and secure the wrist straps to the bar. She stepped down. "OK, honey, step off the rails." I slowly eased off the rails resting all of my weight on my bound wrists. I hung there for a couple of minutes with my back to Alex. The exertion of just hanging there was starting to take its toll. My arms and shoulders were starting to ache, my breathing was coming in gasps, and my entire body was glistening from sweat. I couldn't take the pain in my arms and shoulders anymore and moved to step back onto the rails when I received a sharp swat with a switch across my thigh. "No, no," she said. She used rope to secure my ankles to the lower portion of the frame so that I was now hanging spread eagle from the bar. When I was secured she began using the switch across my back, ass, and thighs. My ass was still extremely tender from the paddling. Every blow caused me to thrash violently in the bondage frame. She paused for a moment and I thought it was finally over before she began bringing the switch up between my spread legs - swatting my sex and inner thighs. The pain was incredible, but I couldn't evade the switch. Eventually all energy was sapped from my body and I hung motionless enduring her abuse. She came around to my front and kissed me tenderly on the lips and began gently fondling my sex. She then went to her knees and started expertly sucking my cunt and asshole bringing me to another orgasm. She then rose and kissed me tenderly. I could taste my sex on her lips. "It's almost over baby." She got two clips and clamped on my nipples. The flesh of my nipples was so abused the pain caused me to cry out. Each clamp had a cord hanging from it which was tossed over another bar in the frame top. She then attached weights to the cords so that my nipples were pulled taut and distended. Next she untied my ankles. I was still too weak to even attempt to climb onto the side rails. She picked up a square metal rod about 6-foot long and put it between my legs. She mounted one end into a socket in the wall in front of me at about waist level. She went behind me and lifted the other end so a corner of the rail pressed up into my sex and placed it on the step ladder. I now sat with my full weight resting on the rod pressed into my sex. The relief of not hanging by my arms was short lived as the pain in my sex started growing. The pain quickly became unbearable. I tried to pull my self up by my arms but could only relieve the pain momentarily before the strength drained from my exhausted arms and my full weight was once more riding the rail. I began to beg and plead for Alex to release me. Tears streamed down my face and I hung forward with me arms secured overhead totally exhausted. Alex began lifting the one end of the rail and dropping it onto the step ladder jamming the rail into my sex sending tremendous shock waves of pain through my cunt. I was too tired to scream and I could only emit hoarse moans in response. I only vaguely sensed her taking more pictures of me. She then mercifully pulled the rail off the step ladder and from between my legs. I was totally exhausted after all I had been through and hung limply from the framed barely conscious. She pushed the step ladder under my feet and told me to stand on it while she climbed and released my arms. I collapsed, totally spent, to the floor when my arms were released. I sensed her standing over me then felt a shower of her piss splash into my face. The final humiliation and I was too drained to even turn my face away. I don't know how long I lay there on the floor before I woke. I rose and went into the house to the bedroom where Alex lay and climbed under the covers with her. She woke briefly to smile and kiss me tenderly before we both fell asleep again. I woke again several hours later. Alex had left a note saying she had to go to work and that I was to clean up and then come visit her if I liked. I went into the bathroom. I was surprised to see that most of the abuses of the night before had faded. There were still a few welts crossing my body and my nipples were very tender and the teeth marks from the clips were starting to scab. I felt my shaved mons and examined my tender sex no serious damage. My asshole was a little tender too. It was probably going to take many sessions with Alex before she was able to finally ruin my holes. I couldn't wait to get started. I plan on writing 8 stories: 4 from the slave's perspective and 4 from the master's/mistress' perspectives in the following scenarios: Slave Scenario one: Male dom/male sub Slave Scenario two: Male dom/female sub Slave Scenario three: Female dom/female sub Slave Scenario four: Female dom/male sub Master Scenario five: Male dom/male sub Master Scenario six: Male dom/female sub Mistress Scenario seven: Female dom/female sub Mistress Scenario eight: Female dom/male sub <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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