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I had always been meant for service, I thought. The first time I had thoughts of this manner I was only 12. I was looking threw a picture book of some sort, and one page was an Arabian harem type picture. Women every where, scantly clad. Just a few men to be seen. I found it erotic, though at the time, I didn’t know what that word meant.
I would go to sleep thinking of myself in that situation. At first there weren’t much sexual thoughts to it. I was there willing, as a servant. It was not long though that my thoughts began to take on a sexual twist. Held captive in a small cell, only to be taken out when I was wanted. It is still the simplest of fantasies and I continued to have them until I was in a similar situation.
At 14, my family moved to
At 16, I had an online master once. One that loved piss and piss control. I would hold in my piss all afternoon at school, so that my bladder was full when I could finally get online. There were several times I didn’t make it home from school, but would piss myself in my car. I was so humiliated that I couldn’t control myself better for him. Blushing with embarrassment, I would tell him how I had lost control. He would laugh, calling me a dirty slut, and then demanding that I begin drinking plenty of water to fill up again. All the time sitting in pissed soaked jeans.
Did he think I was really doing it? Probably not, but I was. It was humiliating and embarrassing that I would do this to myself for his entertainment. It was a huge turn on though. Doing things to yourself, so that someone hundred miles away can get off on your acts is the ultimate subservient act I have always thought.
At 18 I moved out and started working. My nights were spent online chatting. By now I had a web cam. Any act a guy wanted I would perform. Titty torture was my new passion. Clamps and weights, bound with rope or duck tape, smack with my hand or paddles, my tits couldn’t get enough. Wearing a bra by day was painful, as the abuse they had taken the night before.
I was still into piss control. I had piss on my self in public many times accidentally. Only to go home, turn on my web cam and show someone how I had failed to hold it. By now I had a nice house with a backyard, a privacy fence surrounding it. I had a dog house out there, though the only dog that slept in it was me.
I never really enjoyed the pain though. It was always the humiliation from those actions that I craved. I was a piece of meat, and would do anything for the person on the other end of the computer. I was meant to serve this way.
At 22, I had a decent job, and a great partner. Steve was 44, so much older than I. We got along great though. We became closer though when he started having problems with his wife. In short she was an over bearing bitch and he was whipped. I know some men enjoy this, but not Steve. For the most part he took care of everything around the house, and tuned her out. I would have to listen to him moan and groan about it.
I though would take care of him at work. The job was a factory job, physically demanding. He took care of the harder things and I the easier. Along with running here and there to get what he need to do some of the jobs. Also bringing him lunch or buying him drinks. If he hurt himself I was there to wipe up the blood and put a band aid on the wound.
I had been in a few relationships, and he knew how I liked it a little rough. For 2 years there had been a sexual tension between us. Lots of flirting, teasing, innuendos. At 6’3, ~210 lbs blond hair blue eyes, he was totally good looking. Then one day she had to go out of town for the month. After a long hard day at work we need a stiff drink, so we headed over to the local bar. I’m not much of a drinker, and it didn’t take me long to get a bit drunk.
Being the gentleman he is, he gave me a ride home. I was ready to go to bed so we went to my computer room. I had two desks set up along one wall, with a chaise lounge and TV on the other. What caught his eye though were the toys. Dildos of all sizes, butt plugs as well. Clothes pins and clamps, ropes, tape, collars, gags, whips and paddles. All of them neatly and lovingly stored on shelving. I sat down at one computer and offered him the use of the other one.
He had bought a bottle of vodka on our way to my house, and he poured me some. As he saw I was still a bit intoxicated he started looking at my toys. Being a bit more forward than normal, I asked, “Do you like them?”
Turning around he grinned at me, “Do you actually use them?”
“Yes, I do, and toughly enjoy them.” I went on to explain about playing around on line.
He then suggested we sign on together so he could watch. I went to a chat room and he joined me. “Turn your web cam on so that anyone can view.” I eagerly obeyed. “Now announce to the room that you are following my directions, and you would like everybody to watch on your web cam” I made the announcement, and soon there were 15 people viewing.
“Now stand up and begin to take your close off. Slowly.”
I began to pull my clothing off; the chatter in the room was as toxic as the vodka I had drunk. Cat calls and admiring statements. At 24 I was in great shape. 5’5 130 lbs. 34c tits. Not tanned, but white, which made it easier to see the marks on my skin as it turned a lovely shade of red. Shiny brown hair down the middle of my back and green eyes completed the picture.
“Kneel down, to where they have a good shot of your tits, cunt.” Ah, yes, cunt, my favorite name. It is what I am, and all that matters. I went wet at hearing it. Meh, forget that, I was already wet. I knelt down, my tits perky, my nipples hard.
“Well, ladies and gentleman,” Steve typed to the room, “we have a lovely set of tits here, that I think need to be abused, any ideas?” The ideas were plentiful. My body tingling in excitement, waiting to see which ones Steve would pick. “Start pinching those nipples cunt, we will start out slow.”
I began pinching them, then twisting and pulling. 25 people were viewing now. ”Slap them.” The red hand prints showed up so nicely on my white skin. Steve handed me some bag clips, I placed them on my nipples. So tight, tears sprung to my eyes, and I let out a gasp. Typing, “Well folks that got us a moan of pain and some tears, but I think she can handle more.”
The room whole heartily agreed. “Well, people, I think I am going to take over administrating this game, you keep up with the suggestions and let anyone who enters know that they can view.” Getting up Steve came over to me with an arm binder and gag. He was as hard as he slipped the gag in place. Next he placed the arm binder on me, pulling my arms tight behind me, causing my tits to thrust outwards. Next he got a paddle; he rubbed it along my body as I shivered. The room calling out for my abuse, to make me cry.
He turned me around sideways to the camera. Wrapping his fist up in my hair, he bent me forward. THWAK! I jumped, but his grip on my hair held me still. THWAK THWAK. 10, 15 I don’t know how many. I was jerking trying to get away, tears running down my face. “Hold still cunt.” Steve turned my face to the camera, the crowd loved the tears.
He jerked me up by my hair, yanked the clips of my nipples and start smacking them. My cries muffled by the gag. He let go of me suddenly, swaying on my knees. He came back with one of my largest dildos, 9 in 3 in round monster, also a 4 in long 2 in round dildo. Typing “brb guys gotta go get something.”
A few minutes later he comes back with two rolls of duct tape and lots of water. He bent me over and shoved the dildo in my ass, no lube, pain shot threw me. He kicked my legs apart and shoved the dildo in my pussy. Was plenty of self lube there. It went in easy but was so large it stretched me. He pulled my gag out and had me drink all the water, then replaced the gag.
Then he stood me up and took the arm binder off of me. Pushing my feet together he started wrapping duct tape around me, starting at the ankles. He pushed my arms down at my sides as he went up with the duct tape. Stopping for a moment below my tits, he placed some rubber bands around my nipples. Then pushing my tits together he continued with the duct tape up to my neck. In a matter of minutes I was encased in duct tape, unable to move, my cunt and ass full and painful. He took my gag out and poured more water down me and replaced the gag.
Typing to the room “well, guys, I am going to leave her standing here for a while. She is not to move from her spot. Though, lol, I don’t think she would have an easy time moving. Her holes are filled, and I’m sure not long till her bladder is too. Wonder how long she can stand it? She can well see the computer screen so let her know what you think of her and I will be back later”
He turned back to me grinning. “Wonder what thoughts are going threw your head cunt? That’s what you are you know?” I nodded. “Well have fun standing here ill be back. If you have pissed your self I will be terribly upset understand?” I nodded again and he left the room.
I stood there starting at the screen. The chatters were going on about me as if I wasn’t there. I had pretty much sobered up by now. Thoughts of how could I face him at work again were the most prominent. Of course the thoughts of embarrassment turned me on more, making me more aware of the dildo and butt plug. I moved a little to get them to move, but realized it would unbalance me to much. I felt my bladder getting full, made worse by the dildo pressing against it.
An hour had passed and I was in heaven or as hell as others would put it. The room had pretty much forgotten me, and was beginning to think that Steve had as well. I could hear the TV in the living room, maybe he had fallen asleep? God, I hope not, I couldn’t stand here all night.
Another half an hour passed. I thought my bladder was going to explode. I leaked a little. Suddenly I hear Steve walking back to the room. My knees went weak with relief. Damn, he had just gone into the bathroom. My eyes teared up. God this was so much of what I had wanted, but I didn’t want to be in here alone. That was the most humiliating part. I was just standing here, once again taking something from someone who was far away.
I heard Steve go back into the living room. My bladder couldn’t take it any more. I didn’t know when he would come back, and it had been so long. I just let go. I felt the piss run down my legs around the tape, to puddle at my feet. I cried in humiliation. Once again I had failed. Not two minutes later Steve was at the door.
He grabbed my hair and back handed me. “What the hell cunt? I told you not to piss.” He forced me to my knees, the duct tape tearing at my skin. Then he shoved my face into the piss. “Stupid cunt. I thought you might be a nice toy, and you can’t even follow directions”
He started pulling the duct tape off. My cries of pain muffled by the gag. He rolled me across the floor as he pulled it off. The butt plug slipped out, as did the dildo. I laid there in pain, afraid to move. He jerked me up by the hair and bent me over the chaise lounge. Grabbing a flogger he started in on my ass. I lost count quickly.
Then he pulled his clothing off. Grabbing a larger butt plug he shoved it in my ass. The shoved his cock in my pussy. He pounded away at me. Harder and harder. Arching pressing back I wanted more and more. It was frantic sex, rushed. It didn’t last that long but was oh so sweet. Within the first few strokes I was Cuming. A few more after that and he pulled out. Cumming all over me. He collapsed on top of me. Both of us trying to regain our breath.
He then gently helped me up and took me to the shower. He helped me get clean then he took me to my bed. Covering me up he kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll clean up in the computer room and be right back”
When he came back I don’t know. I had passed out from exhaustion. When I woke in the morning he was there in bed with me. Confused by this I didn’t know what to do. I went into the kitchen and started some coffee. I then made some eggs and bacon and biscuits. Before I was done he joined me, already clothed. I was more embarrassed by my lack of clothing and wished I had put some on. Neither of us said anything, I couldn’t look at him.
He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. I brought our plates over and we ate in silence. I still had not looked at him. When he had finished eating he put his dishes in the dishwasher. He came over and gently tilted my face up to his.
“I’m going to go to the house and do some things. Then ill be back. Do not put any clothes on, and don’t touch yourself. Be a good girl.” He kissed me on the forehead and left.
Lost in thought I sat down in front of the TV and flipped threw the channels. Waiting for what would be next.
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