Mickey

Mickey

Out of the void, my mind struggled to understand something. Anything.

There was something wrong, but my feeble brain just could not understand what it was

I tried to make my brain function and tell me what it was, but to no avail. I was still aware of this problem, but could not understand what it was.

Gradually I began to comprehend. It was pain. But where? After a while I understood it was pain in my breasts. Still later, I understood it was severe pain in my breasts as my mind gradually began to work again.

The pain seemed to steadily get worse, but probably as my mind started functioning better, I became more aware of the problem. It was a heavy ache in my breasts, but also a sharp pain in my nipples, and an ache in my pussy and ass.

I tried to open my eyes to look, but I could only see blackness. Gradually I became aware that I was blindfolded, and that there was something in my mouth preventing me from shouting out.

Where was I, and what was I doing there? How had I got into this situation? My brain still could not function properly and remember what had happened or where I had been. Meanwhile the pain in my breasts got steadily worse as I regained more consciousness.

Now I understood that I was almost on tiptoe, and that I was almost hanging from my breasts. I tried to close my legs, but they would not close. I tried to move my arms, but they seemed fixed above my head in a spreadeagled way. I was somehow fixed to some large form of “X”, standing on my tiptoes and almost hanging from my breasts. Something inside my ass was also supporting me.

Once again I tried to remember what had happened. How had I got like this? I still could not remember. It was as if I had been drugged. Even my mouth felt extremely dry in spite of whatever it was crammed into it, which I could not spit out.

Eventually it started to come back to me. Our small wooden house in the country that had been struck by lightening just after I had left it, with all the family inside, and then the horrifying realisation that the house was a fireball as the oil storage tank exploded.

It all came back to me then. The fire crews, the police and the coroner. The funerals and then the reading of the wills and realisation that I was suddenly alone in the world, almost penniless.

As I had planned to move away a few weeks earlier, I decided I needed to do this right away and try and make a clean break. A fresh start somewhere far away.

Then I recalled getting on the bus, the trip to the city and finding a small lodging house where I booked in for just three nights as I couldn't afford to stay any longer. I had gone out that first evening to a small bar just down one of the side streets, and there I had ordered a beer.

Just after leaving the rest room a little later, I had begun to feel funny. The room started swaying, and my eyes had difficulty in focussing. Then my legs felt like jelly. That was the last thing that I remembered

I had ordered the beer in the bottle, and even taken it with me when I went to the rest room. I had kept it with me all the time except for the few seconds when I dried my hands. There had been three other girls in the rest room at that time, so had one of them slipped something into the bottle?

Anyhow I was now all alone. Didn't know what time it was or even what day.

Let's move back a little and describe myself.

Long blonde hair, tanned skin, 5'7” tall and about 125 lbs. I had even received an offer in the past to do some modelling work, and that was the reason that I had gone to the city to find some work. Anything initially, but with this modelling in mind, I had come here (was I still there, or somewhere else?). I couldn't remember the name of the modelling agency, and all their correspondence had been lost in the fire, but I felt that being in the city, I stood a better chance of getting in contact with them again.

Suddenly I heard a noise. It brought my mind back to reality and the pain in my breasts very quickly.

It sounded like a door shutting. And then I heard footsteps approaching.

Suddenly a sharp slap on my ass, and a man's voice said “so you have decided to grace me with your consciousness at last have you”.

I tried to say something but all I managed through the gag was a sort of “Urrgh” sound.

He then explained to me that he was my master and that I was his slave. I thought that slavery had been abolished, and anyway it was only coloured people who were slaves, but I couldn't make any sensible sound with that gag still in my mouth.

Suddenly whatever it was up my ass started vibrating. Ooh! Wow! I had never known such a sensation before, and within a few seconds I was beginning to get turned on, in spite of the pain, darkness and humiliation. Whatever was it? Wow that is great, but I mustn't let him know that.

Still the pain, but I now had something else on my mind, so I was becoming less concerned about the pain in my breasts.

Next he told me I would have to wait. At least that's what it sounded like. But suddenly I felt the sting in my pussy lips increase, first the left side and then the right side. What was it? What was happening? I was getting more and more turned on by this vibration in my ass in spite of the pain in my breasts.

Next, the sting in my pussy lips suddenly changed into a tingling and pulsating tingle. Wow that was turning me on also. What was happening?

Then I felt another slap or something on my ass, which made me want to try and jerk away, but whatever it was, that heavenly thing in my ass, stopped me jerking away. Ooh! Wow! I felt like I was about to cum in spite of the pain and humiliation. But how dare I, there tied up and naked in front of this stranger? Were there other people also in the room? I didn't hear any more, but as I was blindfolded, there could have been more for all I knew.

And another slap or something. Than I heard a whistling sound followed by another crack and slap on my ass. I began to realise that it was not slapping, but a whip. Wow was I getting turned on by all this.

Still he didn't say anything, but just kept on with the whip. After about 10 strokes, he stopped, and I suddenly began to feel disappointed. That whipping had really turned me on and made me horny. Please fuck me now I thought, just to finish me off, but with the gag in my mouth, all I could manage was another “Urrrgh”.

Now I heard the whip again, and suddenly felt where it had been aimed. My very painful right breast. The pain exploded through me, and almost made me cum there and then. This was followed a few seconds later with another whiplash, but this time to my left breast. Wow! I can't keep myself from cumming I thought. And the right breast, and then the left breast, and again and again. Ooh!

Then he stopped. Don't stop I tried to say, but again Uurgh.

Then I smelled candle wax. Hot burning candles. And suddenly I realised that he was letting molten candle wax fall onto my tortured breasts. The feeling was absolutely indescribable, and suddenly I could hold back no longer. I climaxed. The first time ever without having sex. And what an orgasm. I shook and shook, and he kept pouring hot wax onto my breasts and a came again, and again.

Eventually he stopped and I would have collapsed onto the floor had it not been for whatever it was holding me by my breasts and that wonderful vibrating thing in my ass.

After a couple of minutes, he came up to me and gently removed my blindfold. It took some time for my eyes to focus after that orgasm and darkness, but when I could focus again, I did. There in the large mirror in front of me I took stock of myself.

I was hanging from ropes tied tightly around my breasts. My breasts were blue from lack of circulation, yet they still felt wonderful and sore. Through my nipples, there were two rings, each with a small weight hanging from them, and hot red candle wax now solidifying over my breasts.

Looking in the mirror, I saw that I was loosely tied to a large X shaped wooden structure, with my legs held apart at the ankles. Then I saw my pussy. There was a ring through the lips on each side, with weights hanging on these. And also some electrical wires connected to the rings, and they were still giving me a wonderful tingling sensation. That thing was also still vibrating away in my ass Wow I was almost ready to cum again.

How could I feel so great, so turned on by all this pain and humiliation?

Then I looked to try and see him. He was behind me. Wearing a mask.

Not a bad body. A good tan, lean, about 6 feet tall and 160 to 170 lbs. Short dark hair. No tattoos, no body jewelry. A good looker. The sort I might have fantasized about before all this.

Seeing him there dressed like he was in tight leather pants and nothing else really turned me on, so much so that I wished he would come back and give me another dose of what I had just had from him.

Wait a minute girl!

You have just been drugged, kidnapped, tortured and raped by this thing up your ass, and you want more? Are you sane? Yes I am! And I want more. Oh please, please more please!

Then he came up to me and said “Number seventeen, do you want more?”

I didn't know who he was talking to, but as he was looking at me, I assumed it was me. I tried to say No, but it came out as Uurgh again. But really I wanted to say “YES PLEASE”.

He switched everything off and the sensations started to subside a little, but still I wanted more.

How could I get more of this?

Wait a minute! I had never dreamed of anything like any one of those disgusting things that had been done to me, but here I was almost begging for more.

He removed the ball from in my mouth, and held a single finger up to his lips as a “Sshsh” sign, which I immediately obeyed.

Then he lifted me up off that thing stuck up my ass. Oh how I had gotten used to that thing in such a short wonderful time. After that he lowered the rope down that was supporting me by my breasts.

Ouch! How that hurt as the blood started circulating again. And I just collapsed on the floor.

After that, he removed the weights from the rings through my pussy lips and nipples. Now I was almost back to normal except for those rings in strategic places, and that wonderful feeling that I had just experienced.

“Number Seventeen” he said. “That is your name, and mine is Master”.

“No it's not…” I tried to say, but he slapped me hard across my cheek, and said

“Your name is Number Seventeen. And you only speak when I permit you to”

“Yes Master” I replied, at which he slapped me once again and repeated “You only speak when I permit you to. Do you understand? You may answer Number Seventeen”.

I answered “Yes Master”.

“Good. Now you understand your position, go into that room there and get dressed” he said, indicating a room in the corner of the hall that we were in.

I crossed the room rather shakily, still not recovered from that wonderful orgasm and still not really understanding what had happened to me.

When I got into the room, I saw a chair, a wardrobe and a bed. There was a small en-suite bathroom off from the room. Inside the wardrobe I found some clothes. Not my own, but some that seemed to be about the right size for me.

There was a black peephole brassiere, Seamed Stockings and suspenders, plus some black shoes with heels of about 5 inches.

There was also a black thong with an opening around the crutch.

I put all of these things on and very carefully sat on the bed wondering what would come next.

I sat for maybe an hour just wondering what had happened, how I had gotten here, what would happen next, and how to get out of there, when I suddenly thought “Do I want to get out of here?”

“Yes I do, because it was not my idea”. BUT “No I don't, not if I am going to get more sessions like that last one”.

I was still tossing things over in my mind when I thought about those little rings now through my nipples and pussy lips.

I gently started moving the rings, and started to enjoy the sensation. Wow, I was starting to feel horny again.

I wonder what is next I thought. Could I just enjoy myself a bit more by playing with these rings? So I started to enjoy myself, but within a few seconds, Master walked into the room and slapped me across my face.

“I am the only one that is permitted to make you cum! Don't you understand that?” he asked. “You may answer” he added.

I replied “Yes”.

He slapped me again and said “Yes What?”. “You may answer”

I replied “Yes Master”.

“That's better”.

“Now tonight, we have a special treat. You will get to meet a special guest and also Numbers Seven, Thirteen and Fourteen”.

“You will be prepared in one hour, wearing this dress”. He indicated a dress that was hanging on a hanger on the back of the door, which I had not noticed.

The dress was a floor length red silk dress with a slit from the hem to above the waist. The front plunged down almost to my navel.

“You will see that you cannot wear anything under that without showing it, so you should not wear anything except those rings until you are requested to” he added.

“Oh, and you will also wear this” he said handing me a butt plug. There was a small antenna sticking out from the butt plug. “That is a radio controlled unit in case you are wondering” he added.

One hour to kill. As Horny as ever, but I dare not touch myself. How had he seen what I was doing before? Was there a TV camera in the room or something? Was there a microphone and he had heard me?

I decided to take a shower and freshened myself up, after which I dressed as he has requested. What was I doing? I was a free person. I should not be subjected to such degrading acts!

But then I thought back to the immense orgasms that I had so recently had and thought “What the hell” I like it here.

So I got dressed as he has commanded, taking care to insert the butt plug first, to get the maximum benefit from it.