| He wanted
to strap her before they arrived. On her knees, bent at
the waist, her head turned and her cheek on a pillow on
the floor, her arms stretched in front of her, she awaited
the strapping. And he was in no hurry to give it to her.
He walked completely around her prostrate form, talking
to her, telling her that she was not being punished, that
he wished to strap her simply because he liked to see
the redness of her ass, and feel the heat that emanated
from her skin. He also said that his friends, who would
be arriving soon, enjoyed seeing that she had been recently
whipped, and that she would be the center of attention
that evening. He told her that he would strap her while
she was untethered in any way, and that she was not to
move from her position or to cry out.
She was dressed in a pair of thigh high black stockings
and stilleto heels. Around her neck was her Master's
collar, and attached to that was a leash that was now
puddled on the floor beneath her. Other than that she
was naked. He was now telling her that he wished to
strap her from the tops of her stockings to the top
of the cleft of her ass, and was tapping the leather
on the outlines of his intended area .
Then came one of the parts that she dreaded. He was
asking her if she acquiesced to being beaten. He was
making her agree to the beating before her beating began.
He would not be happy until she finally told him that
yes, he had her permission to beat her. And she told
him yes. That she was his. Do with me as you like. And
she had to kiss the strap, the instrument of her torment.
And kiss it she did. And he would rub it up the crack
of her ass, and lightly tap her shaven sex with it,
tap it until they both could hear the wet little slaps
that betrayed her arousal.
The strapping began in earnest now. She held her position,
and managed to just suck her ass cheeks in and stay
upright. Thankfully, he gave her enough time to recompose
herself between strokes, and she was grateful for the
fact that he only wished to show these arriving people
that she had taken the strap. For, shortly he stopped.
She heard voices in the other room. Her Master stood
her up by gently pulling on her leash, until she stood
all the way up. He thought she looked magnificent, and
he told her so. And he kissed her. The leash was left
to hang between her breasts as he smoothed the hair
on her head with one hand and cupped her sex with the
other. She moaned and slightly parted her legs to give
him better access as he slid a finger into her bare
slit. He pulled his finger out of her and brought his
hand up to her face, placing his wet finger to her lips.
She parted her lips and then closed them as she started
to suck the finger, rolling her tongue on it as he fucked
her mouth with it. His other hand was now on her burning
ass cheeks, and he carressed them lovingly as he told
her what a sweet slut she was. Then he pulled away from
her entirely, stepping across the room and returning
with a blindfold, which he placed around her head. Then
he picked up the leash and opened the door, leading
her into the other room.
There were two men and a woman sitting on couches
in the room and she heard their appreciative comments
as her Master led her slowly to the center of the room.
Hands placed cuffs on her wrists and her arms were raised
above her head. She was pulled up until she stood on
She heard the woman's voice next to her and felt soft
hands roaming on her body, cupping her breasts, sliding
down her belly, lightly brushing her sex. The woman
was telling her Master that she was beautiful with her
ass glowing red from her strapping, and that she would
love to mark the front of her, and he was granting the
She was lowered and moved backward a few feet to the
wall, to the x-shaped cross that was mounted there.
Her stockings and shoes were removed from her, and her
arms and legs were secured to the cross. She was totally
exposed and open, arms spread above her head and legs
spread below, tits thrust outward as she faced the room.
The woman had a finger in her wet slit and told her
that she was going to hurt her, and did she know this
and did she want this, and she heard herself answering
yes, that she did know this and did want this.
Large rubber bands were snapped over each breast,
right up against her chest, and she felt them bulge
as the pressure began to build. Wicked clips were attached
to her nipples and weights were hung from them, and
she began a soft wailing sound at the intensity of the
feelings. She was told not to scream, but the flogger
caught her by surprise. The top strand of the flogger
caught her right below the weights that dangled from
her nipple clamps, the bottom strand raised it's welt
just above the top of her slit. It was all she could
do to not cry out. Two more times the flogger struck,
and she was gasping and wailing softly.
The Mistress used a crop on her now, on the insides
of her thighs, from her knees to her sex, until she
was satisfied with the series of weals that it left
behind. The clips and weights were removed from her
nipples and she almost screamed again as the blood rushed
back into them, then the bands were removed. She felt
the woman's tongue tracing the series of welts on her,
and she moaned at the soothing sensation. The tongue
worked it's way up the insides of her thighs. Then she
felt fingers prying her slit open, and the warm, wet
tongue thrust right into her, licking up and down, encircling
her clit with a sucking that sent her into a series
of orgasms as it continued its licking and sucking as
she came again and again.
She was thanking the Mistress as she was untied. Her
Master removed her blindfold and helped her down to
a large pillow on the floor, where she was placed on
her back. From there she could see that the men were
naked, and they were erect. Her Master took her first,
pushing her knees back towards her head as his hard
cock entered her hot wetness. She came again as he squirted
into her. She pulled her knees back again and spread
her legs wide as the next man took his place. She wrapped
her legs around him and felt him cum deep inside her.
Cum was oozing out of her as she spread her legs to
take the third man, and she loved the feeling of his
hardness as she fucked him.
Her Master now brought her to an upright kneeling
position and had her spread her knees wide apart. She
felt him run his cupped fingers thru her cunt. He scooped
up a gob of the cum that was running out of her, then
tilted her head back and fed it to her. Time and time
again he did this, letting the cum run from his hand
and into her open mouth, then smearing the remainder
over her face, and having her suck his fingers.
He took a seat and had her crawl over to him. He told
her to clean him. He perched himself on the edge of
the seat and spread his legs. She went to work with
her tongue. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. She
worked her tongue over his crotch and balls and then
up and down the shaft. He held her head in his hands,
and as he began to harden she took him in her mouth,
and lovingly sucked him until he came, and she swallowed
it all down. She moved around the room on her knees
and repeated the process with each man. When she got
to where the Mistress was sitting, she had lifted her
dress and was waiting.
The Mistress was wet, and bucked her hips against
the incessant tongue that probed her cunt, and it did
not take her long to cum. She grabbed the slaves head
and and pulled it in until her mouth was firmly mashed
against the Mistress' cunt. As she came against the
mouth she was telling the slave to suck, and suck she
did as the juices flowed into her inhaling mouth.
The cunt secrections had wetted the dried male sperm
on her face, and it glistened with moisture as her Master
grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. He
kissed her. A long, loving soul kiss, the kind she loved,
and as he probed her mouth with his tongue she tightened
her mouth and began to suck it as if were his cock She
found herself moaning against his mouth as she sucked.
He pulled his face away from hers and held her stained
face between his hands. He was telling her that he was
going to pierce her, and was asking her if she was ready,
and she heard herself saying, anything, anything for
you my Master.
Her cuffs were removed from her, and she was again
pulled up by her leash and backed to the cross. When
she was firmly secured to it, her Master was replacing
her blindfold, and whispering to her to be strong, and
she resolved herself to the fact that she would, that
she would do anything that he desired .
She smelled the alcohol , then felt its cool presence
on her breasts, as he swabbed them with the disinfectant.
Her breath became more rapid now, as she anticipated
what was to come. She felt him heft her left breast
in his hand, then felt the pinprick of the needle at
the side of her nipple. She tensed, expecting the pain
to increase, but it just reached a certain level and
stayed there. She felt the needle slide through. Then
another through the nipple of her right breast. She
was breathing so fast now that her Master soothed her
with calming words and stroked her hair, until she calmed
down. Then another needle through the left nipple, perpendicular
to the first. She began to squirm at the steady, burning
sensation in her breasts. Then another needle through
the right nipple.
Her Master's hand now traced its way down between
her pierced breasts, down her stomach, and softly he
began to trace a finger up between the lips of her bare
slit. She was very wet, and as his finger toyed with
her, she felt herself on the edge of orgasm, but he
pulled back and held her there, on the edge. He was
back at her breasts now, and she felt him quickly inserting
a series of needles into her, a circular pattern around
her aerolas, until she had a full dozen needles piercing
each breast. Then again he toyed with her dripping cunt
until she was just ready to cum. Again it was denied.
She heard low murmurs in the room, and felt her Masters
hands back at her breasts. She felt him tracing something
across her breasts. Something long and cold.. She felt
the tip of it pushing against the side of her left breast.
It pushed harder but did not penetrate, did not pierce
as the needles had. And indeed, it was not a needle,
but a long metal skewer, fully 18 inches long, that
pressed against her breast. The mental image of this
penetrating her breasts just about panicked her, and
again her Master was calming her with soft words. The
relentless pressure continued unabated, and she felt
the tip of the skewer punch through. She moaned as she
felt it slowly slide through her breast and begin its
push against the skin on the other side. She was squealing
as she felt the skin bulge out until the skewer pushed
its way through the other side. Her left breast was
now skewered, and she felt her Master daubing at the
entrance and exit wounds with soft cotton.
She was sure that she must be bleeding to death, and
that he would have to stop now, but instead, she felt
the skewer continue to slide through her breast, giving
her a squicky feeling that had her straining up on her
tiptoes. She felt the tip of the skewer make contact
with the side of her right breast, and again, without
let-up, press against the outside skin until it too
was penetrated. Then the long, slow push, feeling the
metal rod pushing through both breasts now, until the
tip pushed out through the skin on the other side of
her right breast.
She was truely skewered now, a continuous metal rod
through both breasts, the ends of it protruding on both
sides of her chest, and a gleaming piece of it visible
between her breasts. She thought she might go into shock
or faint; she was feeling lightheaded and her world
was swimming inside of her head. She was vaguely aware
of her Master swabbing her breasts again, and telling
her that he was going to remove her blindfold.
When the blindfold was removed, he held her head between
his hands and forced her to look directly into his eyes.
As he told her what she was going to see, she began
to regain focus, and he slowly removed his hands and
allowed her to look down.
She saw more than a dozen needles stuck in each breast,
and she was skewered with a metal rod. Her mind accepted
this, and she began wonder about the lack of blood.
She could see evidence of some bloody cotton swabs on
the floor, but that was it. And the pain was more of
a burning, continually throbbing pain, and she was amazed
that she was not in mortal agony.
Her Master began stroking his hands up and down her
body now, slowly trying to bring her back up to the
sexual peak that she had been at before. And slowly,
very slowly, she felt herself beginning to respond.
She felt him sliding his finger in and out her slit,
and she would look down at her pierced and skewered
breasts, and slowly she began to be aroused at the whole
Her Master had now backed away from her, and she saw
the Mistress kneeling before her spread legs. The skilled
tongue worked on her sex expertly, and she was on the
brink of orgasm again. She looked down at the top of
the Mistress' head, felt the tounge in her cunt, saw
her pierced and skewered breasts. When she looked over
at her Master, he smiled and nodded, and that set her
off. She came against the sucking mouth at her cunt
over and over. Then her Master was standing before her
and sliding his rock hard into her, and he fucked her
standing up, against the cross.
She heard the others talking, and knew that they wanted
her too, but as she sagged in her bonds, her Master
removing the needles and the skewer, she heard him saying
that she had had enough for one evening.
She fell asleep that night laying on her back on his
big four-poster bed, her hands tied above her head to
the headboard, after her Master had bathed her whole
body in warm, wet, towels. She knew she'd be sore and
bruised the next day, and she smiled.