Part 3
I was sitting in my chair at my office at home looking at a bondage
site. I was looking at pictures of a naked woman with a very nice body who was
hogtied with rope practically covering her legs and arms and a she had a leather
hood on. She had beautiful long brown wavy hair that came out through an
opening at the top of her hood and her body was very lean and muscular. I
humbly think that my body is in the same condition. Not just in my opinion, but
others have confirmed this. I had started to masturbate looking at this trussed
up woman while visions of my next story played out in my head. The index finger
of my right hand rubbed over my clit hard and then harder. My left hand rubbed
over my breasts and squeezed my nipples. I was almost to the point of orgasm
when I spotted the tattoo on the woman's ass. It was very small, which is why I
didn't see it at first, but when I saw the tattoo fearful recognition engulfed
me. It was the name of my high school boyfriend written in Japanese. It was
the very tattoo that I had removed three years earlier when I was 23! The woman
in the picture was me! I screamed and all of a sudden I was collared, on the
floor on all fours with Lisa holding my leash and petting my head while Tom
walked through the door.
The next thing I knew I shook awake in my cage in Tom and Lisa's dark
basement. I was sweating and I had the shakes. My hands were again cuffed
behind my back, my mouth had the penis gag shoved in it and I could still taste
my juices from the orgasms that were forced on me while the gag was shoved up my
cunt right before Tom put me to "bed." He was a real jerk. My ankles, of
course, still had the leather cuffs locked on them, but they were not hobbled
together with a chain tonight. There were no clamps on my nipples so I was a
little more comfortable. I think that Tom, even though he was a jerk, took a
little pity on me because I had been through a lot today, although he didn't
take too much pity on me as he fitted me tightly with a disposable adult diaper
before locking me in my cage. I felt so humiliated as he had laughed on his way
out the door, talking about my "continence problem." I shifted a little at this
unpleasant memory and the chain that was tethered from my collar to the cage
door rattled a little bit. I knew that I wasn't going to get back to sleep soon
so I began to analyze the events of the day.
I had come to from passing out from Lisa's brutal whipping that she
called my "punishment." I guess I had breathed wrong or something. No,
actually, it was because I looked at her wrong. That was literally it. I
almost had to laugh at that. And then I guess that she was mad that I had
called her a bitch after she pulled off a nipple clamp that had been there for
over 12 hours, at least. Forgive my knee jerk reactions to pain, "mistress," or
as I began to lovingly refer to her in my mind, fucking psycho. Sometimes the
absurdity of my situation would get to me and everything almost seemed kind of
funny if it hadn't been such a tragic situation.
I had heard the door unlock and then open. I think that was what
brought me to consciousness, but I am not exactly sure. I didn't even know how
long I had been out. I just know that when I woke up my body was on fire from
the whipping, I was still chained to the ceiling with the spreader bar on my
ankles, the horrible blow up gag was in effect, the butt plug was still shoved
up my ass, and the riding crop was, yet again, shoved up my cunt.
Next I heard someone enter the room and I closed my eyes waiting for my
tormentor to approach me. My thoughts were consumed with revenge and then I
surprised myself by hoping that it was Tom approaching me. I should have been
hoping that it was a rescuer or something. I think that I was just so
traumatized by Lisa that even Tom would have been a sight for sore eyes,
literally (or so I thought at the moment). Then I realized that I could hear
the click of Lisa's heels.
My eyes remained tightly shut and I felt a perfectly manicured hand grab
my left nipple and twist it.
"OPEN YOUR EYES!" I let out a disappointed moan.
"Open. Your. Eyes." Lisa repeated through gritted teeth twisting my
nipple much harder.
I opened my eyes and I was immediately looking at the floor in front of
me. Lisa chuckled at this.
"I see that the punishment worked well on this slave." Then she thought
for a minute and spoke again, "Does the slave feel that its punishment was
fair?"
She had let up on my nipple after I opened my eyes but she still held on
to it. My eyes raced around from side to side as I was torn about what to say.
I didn't want to say yes, but I knew that was the only way to avoid punishment.
Do I hold on to my integrity or do I give in to this sadistic bitch and let her
know that she has control over me? In the end, after a good twist on my nipple
and remembering what caused the burning sensation all over my body, I shook my
head yes vigorously, agreeing that my punishment had indeed been fair. She
seemed pleased.
"Good. Let's hope that this slave remembers this because the
punishments will only get worse. This slave has just begun and I have let a lot
of things slide, but I will continue to get stricter as I feel that you should
know certain things." She looked at me coyly. "Why don't you think about that
for a minute?"
She walked over to the cabinet to get something. The click of her heels
on her black thigh high rubber boots echoed in the room. Each step from the
fucking psycho made me shudder. I hated her for what she did to me. I hated
her for what she made me do and say. I hated her for how she made me feel. I
hated her for wearing fuck me boots and nothing else. Anything that I could
hate her for, I certainly would.
She returned to me with a jar and sat it down on the table of torture
that she had wheeled next to me earlier. She gently pulled out the riding crop
from my pussy and after giving it a little lick while she smiled seductively at
me, she set it down on the table. She picked up the jar and began to rub its
contents all over me. Whatever it was stung my welts, yet felt so soothing that
I let out an approving moan. I quickly shut myself up, but it was too late, she
heard me. She chuckled as she continued to rub the salve where she had whipped
me. It felt so good that I began to relax a little.
"This whore will be my willing servant sooner that it thinks. I can't
wait to break you." She breathed this lustfully in my ear. "Of course, I will
definitely enjoy myself until then." Then she licked my lips around my gag.
"This salve will soak in and then in a couple of minutes I will clean this slut
up and apply more salve. We want this whore to heal soon so that we can punish
it again."
I just stared straight ahead and began to tear up again thinking of my
situation. I wanted to be anywhere but here right now. Anywhere but under this
woman's control. She unlocked my wrists from above me and quickly locked them
behind my back. She unlocked the spreader bar from my ankles and reattached the
hobble chain. She then unlocked the leash from the chain above and began to
lead me to the toilet and the shower stall in the corner over by my cage.
When we arrived at the toilet she grabbed the butt plug and yanked it
out. I screamed from the pain and then I bent down and squatted on my legs
while I tightened my ass cheeks to try to get some relief. She just laughed at
me, turned me around, and sat me down on the toilet. She stood there holding my
leash and looking at me expectantly while she waited for me to go. Eventually I
did and without my arms I had no way of cleaning myself up. She wasn't
concerned about that as my next stop was thankfully the shower.
"Let's wash that smelly piss off of this smelly cunt. I think that this
filthy whore may have to wear diapers to bed from now on." She laughed cruelly
as she said this.
I moaned in protest at this last statement while she ignored me and led
me to the shower. She stood me in the middle of the shower stall and hooked my
arms up to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. She turned on the water to a
comfortable lukewarm temperature and began to soap me up. It felt better than I
wanted it to. Then she grabbed some shaving cream and lathered up my head.
This reminded me that they had shaved my head last night and fresh tears poured
out of my eyes.
"Hair is a luxury that a slave earns." Lisa informed me upon seeing my
tears.
I sighed into my gag as I felt the razor on my head. I looked at the
shaving cream bottle and saw that it was a shaving cream for men. When she was
finished she told me to close my eyes and she brought the showerhead over my
head. I lifted my head up with my eyes closed and just let myself feel the
pleasure of the warm water run down my face to my body. This amused Lisa.
"This is next." She said as she playfully patted my pussy.
After she was finished with my shower she reattached my wrist cuffs
behind my back and brought a soft towel around me. I was kind of enjoying this
and I hated it that I was. I just couldn't help it. After all that torment,
this felt so good. She threw the towel over the stall door of the shower and
then turned me around so that she could unlock my blow up gag that had been
blown up so large that I thought my jaw would fall off.
"Do not say a word unless I speak to you. Slut, I do not even want you
to ask if you can speak like you did this morning. From now on, you will not
say a word unless it is asked of you. Is this clear?"
She hesitated on letting the air out of the blow up gag until I answered
her. I emphatically shook my head yes so that she could take that torturous
thing out of my mouth. She let the air out of the gag and I felt a huge relief
along with a new ache in my jaw. I moved my jaw around to get the use out of it
again. She then pushed me up against the wall as she began to grope my breasts.
We were both about average height, but Lisa was a little taller than me and she
had surprising strength. She had a decently toned body, but I would never guess
that she was as strong as she was. I felt overwhelmed as she pinned me against
the wall.
"You have my permission to look in my eyes slave." I could feel her
breath in my ear.
I didn't want to look at her. I didn't want to be here. Why was she
doing this? She took her hand and lifted my face up to look at her. Her evil
brown eyes were filled with lust. She then held my head with both of her hands
and began to kiss me again. Her lips moved down to my neck. My neck is one of
the biggest erogenous zones on my body. I am sure that she knew this as I
focused on this in a lot of my BDSM stories. I unconsciously moaned from her
breath, lips, and tongue moving around my neck. She was really taking me by
surprise. I had no idea what she was trying to do, but I didn't trust it. Her
right hand went down my body and she stuck her index finger and her middle
finger into my pussy. Then she looked at me as she breathed into my ear.
"Tell me, did this slave enjoy her orgasms earlier today?"
I closed my eyes at this question and she slapped my tit with her other
hand.
"Keep your eyes open slut."
I opened my eyes and looked at her. I didn't know what to say. Yes,
unfortunately I had enjoyed my orgasm earlier, but I didn't want this crazy
bitch to know.
I spoke with uncertainty. "I don't..."
She slapped my tit again, "Who?"
I got the hint. "Um...This slave doesn't know."
SLAP! "This slave doesn't know what?"
"How to answer your question."
SLAP! "How is this whore supposed to address me?"
"MISTRESS!" I was getting so agitated.
"Tell me again slave."
"This slave doesn't know how to answer your question Mistress!"
Lisa was still fingering me and she leaned down and kissed my neck
again. This was beginning to be too much for me. My breathing became heavier
and it was hard to keep my eyes open.
"I know that you enjoyed it. Do you want to know how I know whore?"
I just stared at her waiting for her to tell me. I guess she was
waiting for me to say something because she slapped my pussy hard.
"Aren't you going to ask me how I know slut?"
"Aaaahh! Mistress please tell this slave how you know."
SLAP! "How I know what slave?"
"How you know that I..." SLAP! "...uh, this slave enjoyed her..."
SLAP! "Ahh...uh...its orgasms earlier."
Lisa began to finger me again. "You will have to start doing better
than that slave."
"Yes mistress." I automatically said as I hung my head down. This was
starting to wear me out. Lisa just pushed my head back up so that I had to look
at her again.
"Well let me tell you how I know that this whore enjoyed its orgasms
earlier today. I know because this slave is a filthy slut and a piece of shit
whore."
I just looked at her without expression, but inside I was beginning to
burn up with anger. I really hated this woman. She smiled her evil smile.
"I want you to tell me that whore. I want you to tell me what you are."
Then I looked at her with contempt. This amused her more.
"Careful slut, remember that your expressions give your thoughts away.
Now tell me." Her voice adopted a much sterner tone at this last request.
I began to speak those horrid words, "I..."
SLAP! "You really are a stupid slut. Whom are you talking about?"
"THIS SLAVE is a slut."
"A filthy slut...START OVER!"
"This slave is a filthy slut."
"AND!"
"And a piece of shit whore."
"Tell me all together slut."
"This slave is a filthy slut and a piece of shit whore."
"Now tell me why this slave is a filthy slut and a piece of shit whore."
I began to cry again. I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying
to condition me. I didn't want this to be happening.
"This slave is a filthy slut and a piece of shit whore because it
enjoyed its orgasms earlier today."
Lisa smiled a satisfied smile and began to barely touch her lips on my
neck again while she breathlessly continued. "And who gave this whore those
orgasms?"
"You did mistress." I felt so humiliated and yet aroused. This was too
much for me. My tears continued to flow.
"Don't you think that this filthy slut should thank me, its mistress,
for giving it orgasms?" As she said this she began pumping three fingers into
my pussy very fast and I was beginning to feel my orgasm coming on. I started
panting. Lisa slowed down and began to get impatient.
"Well?" She asked expectantly.
"Thank you mistress for giving this filthy slut orgasms earlier." I
barely got this out through my panting.
Lisa looked at my face as I struggled not to close my eyes. She leaned
down and kissed me on my lips and pulled her fingers out of my cunt.
"This slut is welcome. Now I want this whore to lick its mistress'
fingers clean"
She brought her fingers up to my mouth and pinched my nose shut to
remind me to open my mouth. I opened my mouth and she shoved her fingers, wet
with my juices in. I begrudgingly began to lick my juices off of her fingers.
It wasn't as horrible as the first time I had to taste my juices and I did it
mechanically as I tried to think of something else.
"Now, since this slut likes orgasms so much, I am going to give it more
than it can handle for the rest of the day until Master gets home."
I had no idea what that meant but I had no choice in whatever it was so
I just waddled behind her because that was all my hobble chain would allow. She
took me over to the cabinet across the room and pulled out a long leather strap.
She pulled this tight around my flat waist and locked it. Then she took out
another long leather strap. She locked it to the back of the belt and it hung
back there like a tail. The next item that she took out of the cabinet was a
very small butt plug and she flipped a switch to show me how powerfully it
vibrated. My eyes got wide and I dreaded having that thing in me. She lubed it
up with the juices in my pussy and then shoved it in my ass. It went in very
easily because the large butt plug that I had been wearing had stretched my
asshole pretty well. It didn't feel horrible and I sighed with relief. Lisa
saw this and laughed. My face flushed. The next thing was a large ribbed dildo
that she shoved up my pussy, which went in pretty easily considering how wet
Lisa had made me a few minutes earlier. After these were in she quickly pulled
the strap up and locked it tightly to the front of my belt making the phallic
objects push deeper inside me. I grunted as she locked it shut and then she
patted me on the ass. She grabbed the familiar long, thick penis gag with a
black leather harness and shoved the penis in my mouth. Then she buckled all of
the straps together and put the dreaded padlock on the back. There was no way
to push the rubber ball out of my mouth, as there were leather straps all around
my head keeping it in. Not that I could get to them with my wrists cuffed
behind my back. Lisa then took out some sort of harness with black leather
straps and locked the straps tightly around my shoulders and my breasts. She
stepped back and looked pleased with my bondage adornments. My breasts felt
oddly comforted being held tight in this harness.
Lisa pulled on the chain leash on my collar and I waddled behind her as
best I could as she took me out of my room and we turned a corner to our left
and began to climb the stairs to the regular house. When we reached the door
she turned around and snapped a blindfold to the harness.
"This slut does not deserve to see our beautiful home. It is only for
higher beings."
With that she opened the door and I could smell a fragrant odor of
lavender. As she pulled my leash I could feel tile and then a very soft plush
carpet. Then she had me go to my knees as I felt her lock my leash to
something. The fragrant odor of lavender was everywhere.
"Now slave, we are in my office. I am sitting at my computer and you
are kneeling next to me, as any slave should. I am going to do some online
shopping today and I will make my decisions depending on your orgasms. Whatever
I am looking at when you orgasm I will buy it."
I had no clue what psycho bitch was talking about. A confused moan came
through my gag and Lisa laughed. I could feel her next to me and she reached
down and switched on the powerful vibrators in my pussy and ass. My body jerked
from the shock and a surprised moan muffled through the gag. I then heard Lisa
rummaging through some things nearby.
"Here they are." I heard her mumble and then next thing I knew she was
affixing nipple clamps on my nipples. She didn't screw them too tight and I was
relieved and then even more surprised by what happened next. I heard her flick
another switch and the nipple clamps began to vibrate as well! The sensations
that this caused were unbelievable and I could feel that my first orgasm was not
far away. My body began to writhe and struggle losing control against all of
these sensations. Lisa patted me on the head and then chuckled to herself about
what a slut I was as she began to do her online shopping.
"Whore, I want you to suck on your penis gag so that I can see your
cheeks move."
I began to suck on my penis gag feeling humiliated but so aroused that I
didn't care. Lisa again patted my head like a dog and I almost enjoyed it. The
touch, any touch helped me. I found that sucking on the gag actually created a
nice diversion to the heightened sensitivity my body was feeling and soon I was
willingly sucking away at my penis gag while I was overwhelmed by my first
orgasm. My body shook terribly and my back stiffened while my hips pushed out
and I heard an obnoxious guttural moan that didn't sound like me coming through
my gag.
"What a whore. I haven't even gotten to my favorite shopping website
yet." Lisa began to laugh uncontrollably watching me go through these
humiliating yet wonderful orgasms. "You should see how ridiculous you look
slut. It is so funny. Wait, I will show you."
After she said that I heard the flash of a camera. I was still
thrashing around from the third consecutive orgasm that overtook me. I started
calming down a little bit but then I realized that I would not have much rest as
I could feel another orgasm coming. Lisa could sense this as she saw me brace
myself for the next big wave.
"Geesh whore. You are going to have me buy the whole store aren't you?
I knew you were a slut, but my goodness! I guess that I will have to forget
shopping by your orgasms. This whore is too intense for me."
As she said this she patted my baldhead again and her touch set off my
next wave of orgasms. She began to laugh cruelly at me and said all kinds of
degrading things making my humiliation deeper, which, to my horror, only
encouraged my sexual stimulation. I was starting to realize that what she was
doing was a form of torture. Too much pleasure can start to seem painful
somehow. Your body can't keep up, but yet it can't help itself either. Even
when I tried to protest and make my body take control of itself nothing
happened. I continued on the same path of orgasm after orgasm. My body was
tightening and thrusting so much that I was working all of my muscles and the
beads of sweat accumulated. Meanwhile I diligently sucked on the penis gag in
my mouth. I was so torn between the pleasant stimulation, the humiliation, and
the discomfort of my sensitive, sexually heightened, overloaded body that it all
came together to create more sexual stimulation. I couldn't stop myself. I
just kept going and going. When I thought that I would be able to sit back and
rest, I would then feel the next wave come on as before that and before that. I
was babbling and moaning through my gag, turning my head this way and that. I
could feel my wide collar and hear the chain of the leash move against whatever
it was locked to and even these things heightened my sexual stimulation. I
didn't know what to do. The only thing that I could do was take orgasm after
orgasm while I fought against my bonds and struggled and moaned in whatever ways
I could.
After what seemed like an hour the batteries started to wear down a
little bit and I began to get some rest. The frantic sucking on my penis gag
slowed down a little bit and I was able to regroup for a second. Beads of sweat
were all over my body. The weak vibrations were not enough to cause me another
orgasm and I realized that I had lost track of what Lisa was doing. She had
stopped degrading me for a while and I realized that I didn't feel her next to
me. Then I heard her enter the room behind me.
"Don't worry slut, I went to get some more batteries. And these are
stronger. They are guaranteed to last for 3 continuous hours at least!"
I moaned and pleaded through my gag, hoping that she would show mercy on
me and not replace the batteries. She was so evil. She knew that I didn't want
to continue but she pretended to take my moans as moans of impatience. She
began to laugh amusingly as if she were dealing with a child.
"Don't worry whore, I will get them replaced right away. You can wait a
few minutes can't you slut? I guess you can't." I could feel her stop and look
at me. "You really are a filthy slut aren't you? Look at how pitiful you are."
Then I felt her unlock the strap between my legs and I began to cry and
plead through my gag. She just continued to act as if I was an impatient child
instead of granting me any form of dignity. As she finished replacing the
batteries and locked the strap back to my bondage belt I began to get angry and
my body twisted and turned as I let out some angry moans through my gag. She
leaned her head next to me and began to talk softly and menacingly into my ear.
"There are much worse things I could be doing to you right now slut.
This fucktoy should enjoy the small pleasures that I allow it."
And then she turned all of the vibrators back on. The overwhelming
pleasure once again filled me and there I was, imprisoned in my bonds, kneeling
next to one of my crazy, sadistic captors as she humiliated me and degraded me
while continuing to shop online, while I suffered one forced orgasm after
another. It was a horribly draining afternoon and much of my mental fight for
the day was lost in these moments.
