Aline's words
We walked back from the restaurant, through the hallways of the hotel. The only
sound was that of the spiked heels of my shoes on the Spanish ceramic tile.
Occasionally, we passed another couple, which would nod at us, as the man would
stare at me.
My dress clung to my figure as I walked. My inner thighs still had streaks of
Master Jay's semen combined with my own blood. I was so sore. He had been so
rough with me as he forced me to impale myself quickly onto his penis, ripping
away all vestigal parts of my hymen, which had been pierced for the first time
only hours earlier. I was mortified that in spite of the pain, and the blood,
and the public humiliation of being sexually used in a restaurant, I had still
climaxed with Master Jay. Not even his teeth biting my nipples as I rode him
prevented my climax.
My soreness and embarrassment was inconsequential to the trepidation I felt as
we walked back into my Master's suite. I had just watched him sexually use
Master Jay's little slave, Bianca. Not just use her, but use her anally and
orally. First he reamed her rectum out with his penis. I didn't have much of a
frame of reference, but his penis seemed huge to me, bigger then they were
supposed to be. Every time he put it inside of me it hurt. It hurt when it went
down my throat. It hurt terribly when took my virginity. It hurt unbelievably
when he put it up my ass. I kissed his arms while he did it to me, but I cried
on them at the same time.
Bianca was even smaller then I am, much smaller. I could imagine how much her
ass must have been stretched as his penis sawed in and out of her for 15
minutes. What shocked me was when she started to beg to suck his penis clean of
her own feces. I was 5 feet away when he took it out of her ass, and put her on
her knees. I could see the brown film all over it. As he held her by the hair
she licked her lips and opened her mouth wide, staring at it. Not looking him in
the face, just staring at that penis, smeared filthy from her asshole, looking
like she was hungry for it. I realized at that moment that she had been trained
by Master Jay to be that way.
I realized that it wasn't going to be enough for me to give myself to my Master
anally, orally, and vaginally. It wouldn't be enough for me to enthusiastically
allow myself to be sexually taken in all of these ways to anybody he designated,
even in public places, that were completely humiliating. It wasn't going to be
enough to profess my love for him, and mean it, after he finished punishing or
torturing me, in any way he saw fit. I realized that in addition to all of these
things, I was going to have to learn to do disgusting things, things that went
way beyond what I thought might or might not be moral. It wasn't going to be
enough to accept the taste of any man's sperm as I swallowed it. I was going to
have to accept the taste of my own feces, as I swallowed it combined with any
other taste my Master might direct.
I realized that I would have to learn to do this quickly, because if I didn't
seem an eager little slave to my Master, he wouldn't take me into his home. I
would go into one of the countless County schools for girls. I doubted that I
would survive a year in one. The counselor had showed me a number of videos that
were absolutely horrifying about what happened there. Girls being punished
unmercifully, parties in which 10 girls would entertain 50 men, spending all
night going from bed to bed to bed, were all common practices. There was a video
in which two girls were made to ride something the counselor called a wooden
horse. It looked like a saw-horse with plywood sides. The girls straddled it
with their ankles strapped to the bottom. The top was notched with a pointed
plank two inches thick, and eight inches long coming out of the top of the
horse. The girls hands were strapped together, and winched up above their heads
to the ceiling. The girls were able to just keep the lips of their vagina's
above the point of the plank by standing on their tiptoes. However as soon as
their legs and toes gave out, they have to allow into their vaginas, and they
had to ride it, sometimes for more than an hour.
I knew the schools would kill me. I was afraid I might die from swallowing my
own feces, but I had just seen Bianca do it, and she seemed OK afterwards. I
hoped that I could do the same. I knew that I was going to have to ask my Master
to let me do it that night. The counselor had made very clear that if my Master
wasn't completely thrilled with me, I was headed for a County school. She told
me that he had a different new girl once a week, and only took a girl to his
home once every four or five months.
These were the things that I was thinking as we re-entered my Master's suite. He
brought me out onto the terrace and asked me to undress. I stepped out of my
shoes and dress, and stood before him naked, as he sat down. For a couple of
minutes he simply inspected me. He turned me around to look closely at the donut
shaped bruises on my bottom and thighs. He probed my rectum and vagina as he
bent me over, as if to see if there was any damage. He examined my breasts, as
if to see whether Master Jay had left bite marks with his teeth. He pinched my
nipples, and them brought me close, holding me by my ass, as he kissed my
breasts. I put my arms around him and wondered if strippers did this when they
did lap dances.
He told me to go to the special room, and to come back with a wooden paddle. I
asked what size he wanted, and he told me to decide. I went quickly to get one,
and trembling in spite of myself, got the really big one that he had given me
two excruciating whacks with earlier that morning. I wanted to make him happy,
even if it meant blinding pain. I wanted him to love me as one of his special
little girls. He stood up and kissed me on the side of my face. He put handcuffs
on my wrists and bent me over the back of the chair with my hands on the seat.
The pain was blinding. With each whack I saw stars, but I didn't move my hands.
Whack one made me howl and start to cry. I howled in pain, and begged him to use
my ass and mouth. I begged to suck him clean like Bianca had. I can't imagine
what people passing by on the street must have thought.
By fifteen, I was about to pass out from the pain, and he stopped. I cried and
whimpered for another three or four minutes. He rubbed my bare bottom with his
hand lovingly for a minute. Then I heard him putting on a latex glove, but I
knew better than to look up. I felt one of his hands on my ass cheeks as he
separated them, and then he had two fingers all the way up my rectum.
It was the strangest feeling. At first it always feels like I have to go to the
bathroom, and then it hurts more, as though I'm being filled and stretched. He
spent a couple of minutes moving his fingers inside of my rectum in a circular
kind of motion. I moaned a little and concentrated on my breathing, taking long
deep breaths. I thought only of my breathing, and relaxing my rectum. When he
took his fingers out of me, I relaxed my rectum as much as I could, kept
breathing and kept my ass open. He repeated this process for ten minutes,
occasionally giving me a hard whack on my bottom with his bare hand.
Then he took his fingers out of me. I heard him take off the latex glove, and
unzip his pants. I felt both of his hands open my ass cheeks, and felt the head
of his penis at the center of my rectum. I took a deep breath as I felt it
forced in with a pop. It hurt so much as it went all the way in! He held me by
the waist as he began to saw in and out of my ass. I told me I was a good little
girl, and asked me what I wanted to tell him. As he bunched my hair in a pony
tail and held it in one hand like he was riding a pony, I told him that it hurt,
and that I loved him, and I meant it. I asked him to let me suck him clean. He
rode me harder, and demanded that I keep saying it. He slapped me hard on the
side of my ass, and I barely felt it. Compared to the paddlings and spankings he
had given me all day, not to mention the pain of his penis in my ass, it was
nothing. I told him I loved him, begged him to finish in my mouth.
After ten minutes, he did just that. He pulled his penis out of my rectum, and
even though it stayed wide open, he pulled me up by my hair, and put me onto my
knees. I remembered what Bianca did, and I licked my lips and opened my mouth. I
only looked at that nine inch penis so thick that it was a struggle to get my
mouth around it. It was covered with a brown film and inches from my face.
Master still held my hair in one hand. I remember hearing him saying that he
wanted it spotless and that I had better not lose drop as it went down my
throat.
I can't really do justice to the taste. On a couple of occasions in my life, I
have gotten so sick to my stomach, that I have vomited for hours. When that
happens, at some point I begin vomiting bile, from deep within my stomach. It
always has the most bitter, acid taste. That was the closest thing to the taste
of my turds on my Master's penis. I fought to block the taste out. I couldn't
breath because he was buried in my throat. I fought the fear that I was going to
die from smothering. I could feel his hands, one holding my hair, the other
holding my head, and I could taste his cock. There wasn't anything else in the
universe other than that.
I lost track of time. I remember him allowing me to breathe periodically. I
remember him saying, "There you go, that's it." And then "Good girl". And then
he exploded into my mouth. Unbelievably, considering the way I had felt just a
couple days earlier about this act, the salty taste of his sperm was welcome. It
was a vast improvement on the taste I had had just a few moments earlier. I
stayed on my knees as it continued to spurt and pulse in my mouth and throat,
and I swallowed hungrily. I moved my tongue around it in circles in my mouth as
it began to shrink. Finally, he pulled my head off of it.
I thanked him, and kissed his feet, but my stomach began to churn, almost as
though I was at sea. I knew I was going to be sick. My master saw the look and
my face and asked me if I wanted to go to the bathroom. I said I did, and he
gave me permission to go. I ran into the suite, through the bedroom wearing only
my handcuffs. I just made it to the bathroom in time. On my knees at his toilet,
I threw up everything, all the sperm, all of dinner, all of the wine, and all of
the water. I must have vomited for twenty minutes. I was sure that I had failed,
and was headed for a county school, maybe tonight, surely tomorrow! My master
came into the bathroom and petted the side of my face as I begged him to forgive
me.
The look on his face was loving and forgiving, as he smiled and said, "Everybody
throws up the first time."
He lifter me up, wiped my face, and had me rinse out my mouth. He took the
handcuffs off. He brought me to bed, and held me in his arms as I told him again
and again how much I loved him, until I fell asleep; and I meant it.
