Tara's Adventures

TARA'S ADVENTURES

CHAPTER 7

THE TOUR

Veronica lead my out of my cell by the leash clasped to my collar telling me that we were going to take a little tour of the facilities. I was to be introduced to what would be expected from me during my stay and any protests would simply earn me additional punishments. With a menacing giggle, she expressed her desire for my objections to come frequently, allowing her many opportunities to enjoy a little extra-curricular activity.

Our first stop was a short distance down the dimly lit corridor. Veronica guided me into a rather large, brightly lit room. As I stood peering around this room, noticing how much it reminded me of Veronica's own gym back in town. However, each piece of equipment sport some sort of modification whose purpose was not quite clear to me now, no doubt that I would soon be finding out. This apparatus ran up each sidewall, which was covered, floor to ceiling, with mirrors, as were the end wall.

Veronica led me over to the center of this gym covered with thickly padded mats, which had a tall central bar, not unlike a dancer' bar, running down its length. As she released my wrists from behind my back, she explained that I would be seeing a lot of this room. She would be continuing my physical training and conditioning program here but at a much more intense level. She wanted to ensure I was at my strongest and most flexible self so I could perform my duties up to her exacting standards. I knew that my years of training gave me a strong firm body with a great range of motion but Veronica's plans were to push me ever farther.

Her first instructions on this tour were stay with me, as would the others that she gave me over this orientation tour.

"It is not enough just to be flexible," she began with an authoritative tone, "endurance is even more important. You will be expected to endure long hours in some very uncomfortable positions. Here we will train your body to have the strength, flexibility and endurance that we required. You will be put through your paces here completely naked except for your footwear."

That is when I made my first mistake by questioning the footwear chosen for me to work out. A menacing scowl came to Veronica's face as she stepped closer to me crop in hand. She stood silently glaring at me while tapping her crop noisily against her leather-encased leg. I found myself nervously shifting on my feet as the gloom of my impending punishment filled me. I could no longer face my angry Mistress as her harsh glare caused me to tremble, submissively bowing my head. Standing in nervous anticipation, I tried to brace myself for the sting her crop would inflict. However, no painful sting came, only a restrained angry tone as she responded to my misguided defiance.

"You will also be doing most of your training in heels," she hissed in my face, "to train you to perform properly while wearing them. I already know that you have great balance and flexibility, thanks to my diligence with you over the past two years. However you will now be required to show these same talents while wear your heels and others even taller. It is not for you to question any decisions that we make, only happily obey without reservation. For your indiscretion, you have earned further punishment, which I will relish in applying later. We must keep our focus while we run you through your new training regimen and wait until later for pleasurable pastimes."

With that said Veronica quickly led me over to the center of the gym to begin taking me through my stretching and balancing exercises. I had always prided myself on my flexibility, being able to perform any splits easily, bending over double and bending over backwards to grab hold of my ankles. What I wasn't prepared for was how long Veronica would want me to hold these poses while wearing these high heels. It was now that Veronica took great joy introducing me to an arm binder for the first time. She took great delight slipping my unsuspecting arms into its conical sleeve and pulling the straps tightly together until my elbows touched behind my back. Screaming, I begged her to stop, I felt sure that my shoulders would soon dislocate. The only response I received was a sarcastic huff and stinging blow from her crop to my bare leg as she fastened the last buckle closed. She quickly stifled my protests, asking me if I desired a more severe punishment.

Could she not understand the punishment she was putting me through already? I was sure that my arms would pop out of my shoulder sockets at any moment. Once finished, I became surprised how quickly the pain subsided as my arms and shoulders quickly became accustomed to strain, it almost felt pleasurable. Guiding me over to the dancer's bar, Veronica lifted one of my legs up hooking my foot over the high bar. I was to stand there, legs straight and balance on one high-heeled foot without the aid of my arms for balance. The strain on my one standing leg, particularly my ankle, was almost unbearable as I struggled to keep myself straight and upright. Veronica had me repeat this with the other leg the whole time encouraging me to endure, ensuring me that failure would result in much more painful punishment.

By the time Veronica released me from my arm binder, I had no idea how long she had put me through these exercises but it seemed like hours since we started. Every muscle, tendon and ligament in my body burned from the strain. Veronica handed me another glass of the red liquid and some water allowing me a few moment to recuperate. I couldn't believe how quickly I recovered from my ordeal, even felling a little rush of euphoria as I replenished my fluids.

My rest period was short lived as Veronica roughly grabbed one of my arms, forcing me over towards one of the exercise machines. As I moved closer to the machines I could see several straps and manacles attached, obviously designed to ensure the intended victim stayed connected to for the duration of their program. There also seemed to be some added features to each machine whose purpose I was sure to discover in due course.

The first machine was a bench press, Veronica ordered me to lie down on the bench and remain as she began to apply the straps. Once finished, she had my hands strapped to the bar above me; I had no choice but to hold onto the bar. The bench beneath me supported my body but left my ass and pussy exposed at its end. Veronica pulled my legs wide, latching short chains to the ankle straps of my shoes ensuring my legs stayed splayed. Next, she strapped a wide spreader bar between and just below my knees, effectively immobilizing my legs and leaving both my pussy and asshole fully open and exposed. She wrapped two other wide straps around my body across my hips and just under my breasts leaving my entire body immobile. Another strap secured tightly over my forehead held my head pinned to the bench.

I could do nothing but stare at the mirrored ceiling of this devilish gym as Veronica released the pins holding the bar. The unexpected weight on the bar forced me to allow it to travel down its supports until it reached its bottom stops. Its oppressive weight held my arms down, bent at the elbows, as I struggled fruitlessly to push it upwards. This machine now held me truly captive.

Veronica moved back down to the end of this bench and I could hear her fiddling with something. Without warning, I felt something cool and greasy begin to probe at my now overly sensitive pussy. I could not control myself as a sigh of desire escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered with delicious passion. Suddenly, I felt a thick, hard probe begins to push past my sensitive pussy lips eliciting an even deeper lustful groan as a warm sensual tingle washed over me.

Veronica slowly worked this probe ever deeper into my receptive pussy, each push bringing another excited sigh, until filled me completely. I could feel the realistic shape of this veined phallus against my outer lips and vaginal walls as it pushed against them to filling me completely. A strange, delightful sensation came as I felt a small moist tongue like protrusion lapping teasingly at my now engorged clit as Veronica worked this probe into me.

Once satisfied that I was loose enough to accommodate the girth of this phallus Veronica pulled it out until only its bulbous head remained trapped inside me. A loud click reverberated off the walls just as Veronica stood to come into my view again leaving the phallus barely lodged in my desperately twitching pussy. Veronica managed to arouse my sexual desires only to leave me wanting once again. I tried to push myself down the bench to impale myself onto my artificial lover only to discover the spreader bar chained to prevent me.

Veronica stood over me peer down into my lust filled eyes, a mocking smile curled onto her lips. She leaned over me, her glistening pussy filling my vision, and began fondling my breasts while toying with my nipples to bring them to an almost painfully full erection. A sudden sharp pain shot through my breasts, interrupting my lustful thought, as clamps closed tightly on my hardened nipples. Within moments, the pain subsided to an erotic discomfort adding to my deepening carnal desires.

Veronica explained that my training program would emphasize on flexibility, tone and strength. They had no desire to turn me into some muscle-bound Amazon. Repetitions were more important, not amount of weight. I felt the oppressive weight on the bar lessen, Veronica giving my breasts a few light quick slaps with her crop to encourage me to begin. I slowly raised the bar, gasping in surprise as I felt the large phallus spring to life pushing deeper into my waiting pussy. The bar reaching the top of its travel caused the fake cock to bury itself, to the hilt, into my now very receptive pussy.

The small tongues mounted along the upper edge of this rubber cock lapped teasingly against my engorged clit as it pushed into me. These tongues aided in pushing me closer to edge of orgasm, encouraging me to keep up my repetitions. I needed no further encouragement as I continued pumping the bar up and down while being mechanically fucked by this devilish machine. The clamps on my nipples tugging painfully with every rep only added to my desire. My now almost constant arousal had me approaching yet another massive, long desired, orgasm.

I felt my body begin to spasm as I climbed to my peak and my concentration wavered as I drove the bar to the top of its travel, thrusting the artificial cock deep into my grateful pussy. I screamed in ecstasy as Veronica brought her crop down across my heaving chest barking at me to continue. I fought through my sexual haze to continue pumping the weight bar up and down as orgasm after orgasm washed over me.

Veronica lightly tapped her crop against my firm belly as my latest orgasm subsided, commanding me to stop. As I pushed the bar to the top of its travel, it locked into place and the large phallus pulled out of my sopping pussy. My chest heaved as the clamps were removed sending a new shock of pain through my chest as blood flowed back into my tortured nipples. Veronica removed the restraints holding my sweat drenched body to this devilish machine before pulling me up to sitting, straddling the bench. I could feel the burn in my arms and chest as Veronica used her crop to encourage me to stand.

Veronica directed me over towards the next station designed for leg exercises. Once restrained into this machine Veronica put me through my paces only this time another rubber cock mercilessly impaled my receptive ass. The next machine worked my abdominals as nipple clamps ensured I used proper technique, holding my crunches for maximum effect. I felt drained by the time Veronica had me running on a treadmill, whose designed ensured I kept pace by administering a hard thrashing to my ass cheeks if I failed, even the slightest.

By the time I stepped off the treadmill every muscle in my body felt like rubber and just standing in my high heels required a great deal of concentration. However, Veronica would not allow me to rest as she put me through another round of stretching exercises to ensure my muscles wouldn't stiffen up and cramp. I couldn't believe how insistent my sexual desires were, even now after so many orgasms and the strenuous workout. Again, I realized the true slut that I have become, enjoying the carnal pleasures induced by the many forms of sexual deviance introduced by Veronica.

Veronica allowed me a few moments to myself while taking a warm refreshing shower unfettered by any restraints. I began feeling a little more normal, aside from my tender spots caused by my erotic workout. However, my feelings of normalcy would be short lived. Barely out of the shower and dried, Veronica used her crop to herd me over to the one of the cabinets along the same wall as the gym's entrance. Pulling open its door, she revealed its vast array of restraints and quickly selected a pair of wide leather cuffs, which she effectively strapped around my wrists. After locking them with small padlocks through the hasps, she fastened them tightly behind my back.

She next produced a pair of strappy sandals with thin stiletto heels that appeared at least 6-inches tall, if not taller. Veronica crouched down to slip my feet into the shoes, fastening the wide straps tightly around my ankles. Thankfully, they had a nice 1-inch platform to help cushion the balls of my feet as they forced me to stand mostly on my toes. Using another set of tiny padlocks she locked them securely ensuring they remained on my feet. As Veronica stood before me, she used a single finger to lift my chin as I fidgeted to get my balance in these extreme heels.

"You best get accustomed to your new 'fuck me' heels," Veronica hissed, "as you will be wearing many different tall heels from now on. After all, they do accentuate your shapely long legs and really show you to be the wanton slut we both know you to be."

Veronica turned back to the cabinet looking for something else, giving me the opportunity to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrors mounted on the wall to one side. The person I saw looking back at me captivated me. Standing at 5-foot 8, many people considered me tall for a woman, now with these heels I would most certainly stand taller than most men. They really did accentuate my already firm, toned and long legs adding more definition and creating the illusion that they go on forever. The light bronze shading of my smooth skin stretched tightly over toned, well-defined taller body gave me the look of the captive sexy Amazons of B-movie fame. My short light amber locks still wet from my shower and make-up free features added to the overall effect.

Veronica selected several items before turning back to face me, placing them down on a table just off to the side. Stepping behind me, she wrapped a wide leather collar around my long sensuous neck locking it snuggly in place. Grabbing a hand full of hair Veronica pulled my head roughly backwards causing me to cry out only to have my cries quickly muffled by a large, red ball gag forced into my mouth and behind my teeth. Veronica worked quickly and efficiently ensuring my continued silence, removing any chance of protest.

Veronica clipped a short chain to the front of my collar and without a word gave it a sudden tug to pull me forward. She continued to lead me silently through the gym doorway and back out into the corridor before turning to continue down to the far end. There, at the far end, stood a large solid looking wooden door, which Veronica pushed inward before roughly pulling past its threshold. I stumbled awkwardly in my tall heels, nearly falling face first to the stone floor. I somehow managed to remain upright and stabilized myself, my heels clicking loudly on the stone, as I heard the solid door close with a dreadful thud.

I stood wide-eyed as I took in the sights before me around this new room. Fear washed over me as the realization of the true purpose of this room came to me. I stood on unsteady legs my head shaking my protests, my begging coming out as a faint mumble from my gag stuffed mouth. However, my body continued to betray me. I felt an erotic tingle feeding my lustful desires stirring in my pussy causing my juices to flow freely. A gentle cool breeze brushed over my erect nipples eliciting a long lustful moan to escape from around the gag in my mouth.

The scene before me must have come straight out of a medieval movie or gothic nightmares. A perfect recreation of the dungeons/torture chambers from a time when civil rights were something only the privileged enjoyed. I never dreamed I would ever see such things outside of a museum or off a movie set, yet here it stood before me. Veronica ignored my feeble protests as she roughly guided me over towards a large wooden pillory designed to hold a person well bent over with their hands and head immobilized by the stocks. Three feet out from the base another pillory, mounted high enough off the floor to accommodate my high heels, designed to hold its poor victim's legs spread wide and immobile, ensuring they remain standing. Veronica wasted little time in getting me locked into the pillory leaving me bent over, my pussy and ass well exposed, awaiting whatever devilish plans Veronica had in her mind.

Veronica menacingly circled my imprisoned body, caressing my hypersensitive skin with her crop, lingering to tease my sensitive hard nipples and twitching, juicy pussy. Veronica's manipulations soon had my mind further clouded with my lustful desires, devilishly holding me on the edge of my sexual nirvana. Suddenly, she stopped her ministration expertly leaving me to hang over the precipice of orgasmic release. My attempts to push myself over this edge must have appeared pathetic; I was pumping my hips trying to impale my pussy or ass with some imaginary cock. My desperate moans causing spittle to leak from around the gag as tears of frustration formed in my eyes.

Time and space seemed to stand still as I sensed Veronica's penetrating eyes burning into my soul from behind. Through my haze, I felt the trickle of a cool, thick liquid begin to ooze down the valley between my ass cheeks before it sensually tickled my engorged pussy lips. Veronica's fingers joined the liquid, teasing at my crinkled bud as she worked the slick liquid around and then into her sensitive asshole. My receptive sphincter surrendered to this sensual massage allowing her to stretch me open first with one finger before another joined it. Veronica slowly worked her fingers into my ass twisting as she went to spread the slick liquid as my sphincter loosened to the intrusion. Every few strokes Veronica would allow her thumb to brush lightly against my now stiffened, engorged clit causing me to push back onto her fingers.

I begged, incoherently, through the gag stuffed tightly into my mouth for Veronica to continue with her manipulations on my clit. She snickered menacingly as I felt her fingers withdraw from my now dilated sphincter drawing an involuntary moan of frustration from my throat. I stood there, held captive by this devilish pillory, desperately thrusting my hips back, trying vainly to reconnect with the digits that had teased me so mercilessly. Even in my lust-filled daze, I could hear Veronica moving about behind me, preparing something else, no doubt, to use to torment me. She now moved to stand in front of me as she bent down to unbuckle the straps holding the ball gag firmly between my teeth. She slowly worked the gag out of my mouth while harshly telling me to be quiet or an even larger one would replace it.

Moving back out of my view I could hear Veronica moving about before I heard the swish of a flogger cutting through the air. My whole body went stiff in anticipation of the blow that never came. The stocks, holding my head and legs immobile, made it impossible for me to see Veronica. Again, I heard the flogger move swiftly through the air causing a cool breeze to wash over my glistening back and dangling breasts. This repeated itself several times before the first stinging blow slashed across my outstretched back. A sudden painful yelp jumped out of my lungs only to have Veronica admonish me like a Headmistress to a schoolgirl.

With each stroke of the flogger, I instinctively arched my back in a vane attempt to escape the next blow as the ominous swoosh cut the air. As each stroke from the flogger made contact, Veronica berated me for questioning her choice of footwear I was to wear. In all, ten strokes, from each side, landed across my back and the sides of my freely hanging breasts, leaving them with a stinging burn. By now, my stinging skin must surely be glowing with a brilliant crimson. I already knew of Veronica's mastery of the many different implements available to her from my previous punishments. She effectively inflicted the maximum amount of pain while ensuring a minimum amount of damage. Veronica seemed to take great pride in her mastery of punishment, having experienced it from both sides.

My whole being was lost in a world of sensory overload with the painful deep burning of my abused back and breasts adding to my lustful desires. Pain and pleasure now melded into one exotically sensual universe, freeing my darkest desires. I jerked in surprise as I felt a cold lotion splash onto my back pooling into the small of my arched back. Veronica gently spread the lotion with a surprisingly light touch, working its cooling properties into the tortured skin of my back and burning breasts. A prickly sensation washed over my back and breasts before giving way to a refreshing tingle to leave behind a dull sting.

Slowly Veronica massaged the slick lotion into my tortured skin moving sensually lower until she lovingly caressed my firm globes jutting out provocatively behind me. She slowly worked her thumbs seductively into the valley between my ass cheeks, wickedly teasing my sensitive bud. I soon felt her fingers probing my swollen pussy lips until she found my very sensitive clit. She sensually stroked my appreciative bud before giving it a light pinch driving me to further heights of erotic desire. Her mastery did not stop at implements of punishment; she played me as her personal instrument bringing me to the edge of ecstasy only to stop, leaving me so utterly desperate for my orgasmic release.

My sexually over stimulated body began to quake uncontrollably, seeking release, as I mumbled incoherently in carnal desperation. Thankfully, I felt Veronica slowly push one of her gloved thumbs past my very slick receptive sphincter muscle pushing me ever closer to my sexual euphoria. I squirmed and pushed helplessly against my restraints trying desperately to gain the release I needed. She pulled her thumb from my deliciously tingling bud, eliciting a mournful groan from my throat, only to join it with another digit before pushing them home once again. I grunted from the renewed pressure against my sphincter but soon found myself welcoming the added intrusion. Veronica then added a third as she worked them in and out of my well-greased ass sending me to another level of eroticism.

Veronica slowly pulled her digits out of me to leave me on the precipice as I begged shamelessly for release. Veronica didn't leave me to wait long as I felt something smooth pushing at my now dilated bud, spreading it even wider. The pain of intrusion was gone, replaced by a constant, welcomed pressure as Veronica steadily pushed this object into me. My sphincter closed ever so slightly as the first inch or so of this object pushed into me. I could feel the ridges of its thick shaft push past my tight bud as it became clear that Veronica was probing me with a thick rubber cock. She worked it into me slowly and deliberately, pulling out until only its bulbous helmet remained before pushing it in even deeper with each stroke. I soon felt Veronica's thighs bump the backs of my own and her pelvic bone crush my ass cheeks telegraphing her intentions.

"You've had all the fun up to now," Veronica hissed as she slowly withdrew the phallus, leaving only its head imbedded in my ass, "from now on your ass is going to see quite a bit of action." Veronica continued to work the rubber cock deeper into my ass. I was soon lost in sexual ecstasy as I felt the two rubber balls of Veronica's phallus bump against my engorged pussy and clit. I screamed, begging Veronica to ram her thick rubber cock into my ass. I felt euphoria wash over me as the pressure of intrusion gave way to the erotic pleasure of having my ass so completely stuffed. My pussy began to twitch in harmony with Veronica's thrusts as the balls played havoc with my throbbing clit.

"I knew you were a horny slut," Veronica teased as my ass squeezed down on this invading phallus, "the first day I set eyes on you. You acted so confident and demanding yet you followed me around like a little puppy looking for a treat. Well, here's your bone you little fucking bitch." Veronica yelled as she began to feel her own orgasm begin to build causing her to pound harder into my receptive backside.

Veronica screamed out her orgasm as her body went rigid, driving her large dildo deep into ass. This drove the twin spheres to slam against my swollen pussy lips and engorged clit, sending me crashing over the edge as a, long denied, massive orgasm rocked through my body. Veronica kept the cock buried in my ass as she jerked in orgasmic afterglow causing me to push back on the rod buried in me. Slumping down onto my back, she allowed the rubber cock to slowing slip out of my well-used hole, leaving me with a desperately empty feeling.

I could feel Veronica's hot breath and heaving breasts against my sweat cover back as we both recovered from our orgasmic explosions. Veronica quickly regained her composure while standing behind me removing her double dildo harness. I soon felt her crop lightly running up along my sweaty, stinging back as she walked around to stand before me, her fragrant pussy just out of my tongue's reach. My tongue seemed to instinctively snake out of my mouth trying to desperately to get a taste of the delicious morsel just out of its reach. I felt the light touch of her leather covered hand across my tear soaked cheek as she back away, settling into a chair several feet in front of me. Her legs, covered in shining leather up to her mid thighs, splayed out before me so I could see her swollen, glistening pussy.

"I hope you enjoyed our little coupling?" Veronica teased me sarcastically. "It's going to be a while before I will let you enjoy any relief."

She sat there for several agonizing moments to allow what she said to sink in before continuing with her monologue. Even though my mouth remained unencumbered by a gag, I could not manage to wade through my sexual fog to form any coherent response. My mind filled with sexual desire, I no longer thought of sex as tender moments of lovemaking. I found myself craving my newfound uninhibited desires, delighting in the unbridled sexual release that only the vulgarities of fucking could bring. The bondage that held me tightly serviced to heighten my every experience, free to explore my deepest, darkest desires. Could I ever return to my former existence? This is what I want, no needed .

"You are here for one purpose, and one purpose only," Veronica continued, "that is for the pleasure of anyone who desires to use you. "Your own pleasure will be of little concern to us. However, from the reactions, I have noticed you definitely get as much, if not more, pleasure from these experiences. It is quite obvious this is exactly what you have been searching for all these years."

Veronica now had my undivided attention, she went on to explain how I managed to get myself into my current situation. From that very first night that we met at her gym, she sensed my true submissiveness, regardless of my superior attitude. She knew it was a façade, hiding my true nature. She launched her plan, right then, to cultivate my fertile ground and bring out the true submissive in me. She assured me that our friendship was genuine and she would never let any serious harm come to me as we explored my new world.

Veronica explained how, as our friendship blossomed and I confided my darkest fantasies, she carefully nurtured that true submissive in me. My vivid fantasies revealed my strong desire for rough, forced sex. My detailed stories of restraint heightened sexual experiences only proved to confirm what she already suspected, my true nature. I felt my body slump in defeat, knowing that her intuition proved to be correct; it seemed my life would change forever.

Once she was confident that she finally brought my submissive nature to lurk near the surface, she put her ultimate plan into motion. With the help of Francesco and Bruno, she spent the last six months carefully planning my final transition into this world of unbridled sexual pleasures. Even they found themselves surprised by how quickly I fell into my role of subservient sex slave, proving myself the total deviate slut they wanted. She never suspected me to become so completely submissive in such a short time; the icing on the cake being my near insane sexual appetite.

I now learned the true nature of the spray and the thick "cocktails" that they have been administrating to me. The main, or should I say the most important, ingredients are a unique blend of highly concentrated natural extracts. She assured me that, even though a Chemist friend of Francesco designed the formula, they did not contain drugs or chemicals. For centuries, aboriginals used these same extracts to heighten sexual desire and libido, only in much less refined concentrations. Thanks to modern science, they were able to extract and concentrate the active components, making them much more effective. The only drawback being that the amount of these exotic raw materials required, made them extremely expensive to produce.

Again, Veronica pointed out to me, that is were Francesco's many connections came in handy, enabling them to obtain the needed raw material at a reasonable cost. Add that with the help of a well-respected doctor/chemist, who specializes in homeopathy/herbal medicine, and you have the perfect aphrodisiac. The "exotic elixir" that they have been feeding me contained this "aphrodisiac", in a generous proportions, but just as importantly they contained a concentrated nutrient formulation that produce very little residue.

It was very hard for me to stay focused on what Veronica was telling me, my mind still muddled by wanton lust. However, most of what she said filtered through; allowing me to justify what I was feeling was not of my own doing. Then she dropped the bomb. These extracts contained certain psychoactive ingredients that worked to lower inhibitions, similar to effects of hypnosis. However, as with hypnosis, these lowered inhibitions would not force me to do something against my true will or that would be abhorrent to my psyche. On top of all of this, these ingredients would have an accumulative effect and remain in my body for some time. After the initial course of administration, I would only need periodical booster doses until all my undesired inhibitions were gone forever.

I should have been shocked and angry but only found myself anticipating the day my suppressive inhibitions no longer held me back. I did not have to worry about becoming addicted to this "elixir" or its components but knew I would soon be hopelessly addicted to all the erotic pleasures that my new reality was now bringing out of me. I now lived in a universe of almost constant sexual arousal, promising to bring my most bizarre erotic fantasies to reality, changing my life forever. Bondage, submissiveness and pain to become my powerful aphrodisiacs, ensuring the fulfillment of all my lust filled dreams and desires.

I never felt more sexually alive in my life, desperate to display my wanton lust that lurked for so long in my subconscious. I should have been incensed with Veronica for setting me up and treating me as her personal property, using me any way that pleased her. She was turning me into her personal sex slave and pain slut, using me to satisfy her every perverse pleasure, making me summit to her every desire. However, I never felt so free and fulfilled in my entire life, finally being able to allow my true self to surface from the dark recesses of my mind. I now looked forward to exploring my new universe, to experience the new sensations that Veronica promised me.

Veronica slowly released me from the stocks that held my body so erotically exposed before helping me to stand upright. Veronica allowed me a few moments to stretch my tight muscles until they loosened before locking my wrists tightly behind my back. Silently, she prodded with her crop towards the door. We proceeded down the hall to my cell where Francesco and Bruno waited for my return.

Once inside, they freed my hands before they roughly threw me down on my tiny cot. Bruno quickly pulled my hands over my head locking my wrist cuffs tightly to one of the vertical bars at the head. Francesco meanwhile strapped a spreader bar just under my knees, holding my legs wide. Francesco latched chains, running from the legs of my cot, onto the cuffs locked securely around my ankles, ensuring that I remain on my back. Veronica stepped forward to pull a leather hood over my head, covering my eyes to blot out all light. Once locked securely to my head I felt the thick, gel filled padding pushing against my ears, deadening all sound. Now my world revolved around my own musky aroma, the scent of sexual abandon filled my nostrils, adding to my building desire.

I felt the bed sag and two muscular legs straddle my helpless body as something lightly stroked my swollen, exposed pussy. Something hot and silky pushed against my moistened lips and I instinctively parted them to allow entrance. Rewarded with the long firm shaft of manhood I sucked greedily drawing it deeper into my mouth towards my waiting throat. Strong hands grabbed the hood covering my head forcing the cock deeper into my hungry mouth until I felt a ball sac bump against my chin. I wrapped my tongue lustfully around it girth, as best I could, as it worked it way in and out of my sopping mouth. My moist lips wrapped tightly around this veined shaft in a hopeless attempt to hold it buried deep in my throat.

My mind filled with unbridled passion as this cock rammed into my receptive orifice faster and faster, my swollen juicy pussy and hardened clit mercilessly teased keeping me on the edge of orgasmic pleasure. I felt the cock push deep into my welcoming throat then withdraw as it stiffened, filling my mouth with its sweet nectar. The manipulations on my erotically tingling pussy stopped just short of bring me over the edge, leaving me desperate for relief and satisfaction. The cock pulled from my mouth as I struggled to swallow all of its sexual elixir only to have another twitching member replace it. It quickly added to my already full cavity before pulling out to splash its creamy excretion over my lips, chin and nose while I greedily gulped down my reward.

I felt a soft, leather clad hand gently rub the creamy globs into my smooth skin leaving it slick with the musky cream. The hand soon left me as I sensed the retreat of those that had so fully ravished me. I now lay there on my thin mattress, mind clouded in lust, with the taste and smell of unbridled, yet unfulfilled passion filling my senses. My arms securely held over my head and my legs effectively held splayed prevented me from finishing what my tormentors had started. I could hear myself moaning in frustration as I squirmed and fought against my binds until exhaustion overcame me and I drifted off into a sleep filled with erotic imagery.