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Steve felt satisfaction and relief fill him at Stephanie's words; she was fully his again. She had surprised him with the strength of her reaction, although Jeff had warned him. He had said that as ready and willing as she seemed, she was really a prude, and having him there would freak her out. He had resisted, but was glad that he had taken Jeff's advice to have a ball-gag ready; his flat wasn't sound-proofed. He was surprised at her surrender also, but Jeff had told him about that too, that all she really needed was a little something to trigger her deep-seated fantasies, and she'd come around. Come around she did, he thought, his hand still damp from the juices on her thighs. He'd have to reconsider, just a little, how he planned on handling his new slave, watching Jeff, behind his bound slave, grab her by the hips and position her for use.
Stephanie kept her head lowered as Steve leaned back against the wall, leaving a few feet between them. She knew that Jeff was going to take her now, her heart hammering in her chest, her stomach clenching in both trepidation and need. She felt his hands grip her hips, his feet settling between hers, pushing her legs apart, forcing her up onto her toes again as she wrapped her fingers around the rope binding her to the hook in the ceiling. She felt his cock against her ass, his thumbs digging into her buttocks, bruising the muscles, making the battered flesh ache, as he pulled her ass-cheeks apart, his other fingers looped around her hip bones, pulling her ass back and up.
Her mouth fell open as she felt his cock, slippery and wrapped in something smooth and cool, slid between her thighs and slide against her gaping cunt, sending pleasure buzzing through her. Then he pulled it back and she felt it press up against her ass, and she let out a soft moan as it slid easily into her ass-chute, realizing that he had soaked it in lube. Her body started buzzing as he began rutting against her, fucking her ass with short, brutal strokes, his hands bruising her hips as he jerked her petite body back and forth, her flesh burning and aching as his hips slapped against her beaten flesh, his cock stretching her ass-chute, filling her, sending a dull pain through her body, all reminding her of her punishment, of her failure as a kajira, of her proper place, serving her Master however he wished.
Lust flooded through her with these thoughts and she wanted to beg her Master to touch her, to touch her clit, to let her orgasm. She knew all it would take would be a touch, even with the discomfort Jeff was forcing on her for his own pleasure, just a touch and she would cum as she never had before. She looked up at him, the sight of him obscured by her hair falling across her face. He was leaning against the wall before her, his arms crossed, his eyes drinking her in, and she begged him with her eyes, knowing that she had no right to speak, begging him to touch her, to bring her the release she craved so, so badly.
He just stood there, though, watching his sweet, sexy little kajira getting violently ass-fucked by his friend as her small, lithe body shook in its bonds, her feet arched to keep her weight off of her arms, her head hanging down, her mouth open and gasping, her small breasts jiggling on her chest, her nipples, small, pink, delicious nipples, hard as rocks, small, whimpering sounds coming from her throat with each brutal thrust into her ass. When she lifted her head to look at him, he saw the need in her eyes, and restrained a smile and stepped forward.
She gasped as her Master stepped forward, anticipation making her whole body tremble, electric pleasure suffusing her body from her toes to her head. When his hand flattened over her pelvis, his fingers spread wide, hot against her flesh, she thrust her hips forward, trying to drag it from Jeff's grip, mewling in frustration as she wasn't able to do more than lightly press her throbbing clit against his palm. Again and again she tried, moving with Jeff as he fucked her ass, trying to bring her hips hard against her Master's hand, lost completely to her need to cum, oblivious to everything except the sensations in her body, the lust the seemed to suffuse everything and turn it sensual and sexual and make her mind spin and whirl.
She didn't know how long she was there, trapped, bound, a cock pounding her ass, her body on the edge, her calves trembling with fatigue, her thighs shaking, her stomach clenching and unclenching, trying so hard to cum, knowing that her Master wasn't going to let her, was teasing her with his palm, letting her get close, oh so close, but not letting her press hard enough against him to set her off. Then she felt Jeff stiffen, his thrusts stopping, holding himself deep inside her as he came, grunting out his own pleasure, frustration making her growl as her Master stepped back from her as his friend found release in her ass.
She felt him slip out from her, his absence sending a cool breeze across flesh wet with sweat and her own spend. Her legs trembled as she slid them together so she could stand normally, panting, squeezing her thighs together to keep the pleasure flowing, her head down, a flush rising in her face as she realized how she must look, beaten, used, and still trying to get off. She didn't stop though, the thought that her Master was looking at her, watching her, seeing how needy she was sent a flush of pleasure through her body. She shuddered and pushed her body against his as he stood close to her and reached up to free her wrists from the cuffs binding her to the hook overhead.
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"Nadu," she heard him command, his voice firm and strong, and she dropped instantly to her knees with a moan of need, her legs spread wide, her back straight, her head tilted slightly up, her hands face up on her thighs. She watched, her tongue running across her lips, as he unzipped his jeans and slid his pants down his legs, stepping out of them, his boxers the only thing between her and her Master's cock. She licked her lips again, panting with lust.
She watched as his cock seemed to spring out from his boxers as he slid them down to his thighs, and then his hands were in her hair, his grip painful, pulling a cry from her even as he stepped forward and pulled her face toward him, muffling her as his cock slid between her soft, wet lips. She sucked air in through her nostrils, the smell of him sending sparks of lust and need through her body, the slightly salty, smooth taste and feel of his cock in her mouth combined with the grip on her hair signaling both his need and her submission, made her tremble in desire.
She started sucking, her tongue dancing over his cock, rubbing against the underside of his glans, and she could feel him respond even as he began slowly moving his hips and her head back and forth, sliding his cock back and forth in her mouth. Her back aching, her ass sore, kneeling with her legs spread wide, her hands caressing his balls, she felt completely dominated, completely a kajira, and she felt her cunt pulse with pleasure as she continued to pleasure her Master. She vaguely heard Jeff leave, but was too busy, her whole world seemed concentrated on her lips, her mouth, her tongue, the taste and feel of him inside her.
A haze of need seemed to surround her, and she thought briefly of the 'slave-heat', and she realized she was feeling it, feeling the wanton, unconstrained desire a kajira felt, a need so powerful it ruled her every thought and feeling in the presence of her Master. She reveled in the feeling of subjugation, of servitude, of giving herself so completely that she had been whipped and ass-fucked against her will, the heat in her belly seeming to burn.
When she felt him stiffen, his thrusting stilling, his hands tightening around her skull, she sucked harder, rolling her eyes up to see him looking down at her, looking down at his slave as his cock pulsed and filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed quickly, a feeling of satisfaction flooding over her at the pleasure she had given her Master. She kept sucking, softer now, as he kept one hand on the back of her head as his cock softened just a bit in her mouth before he slid his cock from between her lips, a string of her saliva stretching between her lips and the tip of his cock, breaking to splatter against her chest.
She gazed up at him, the need strong in her eyes, and undulated from her Nadu position, begging with her body and her eyes for him to use her, to quench the heat in her belly, to bring her to climax. She shuddered as he reached down and slid a finger along the choker around her neck that he had given her, and then had to turn her head as he quickly walked away from her to sit down on the couch behind her.
"Perform obeisance on your belly," he said, and her mind rolled over the command, still lost in its need, before she realized what he was commanding. She moaned and turned on her knees until she was facing him, and then slid onto her belly, the hardwood floor cold against her skin. Keeping her elbows out, her hands in front of her, she slowly writhed across the floor toward him, the act of pure subjugation making her pant as if she had been running.
Steve watched as Stephanie slithered slowly across the floor toward him, her ass bunching beautifully, her thighs sliding across the hardwood, her hair hiding her face and spread across her shoulders, her body a symphony of sexuality and submission. He could feel himself getting hard again just watching her debase herself, watching her live out her fantasy. He tried to decide if he was going to allow her to orgasm tonight, tried to decide if it would bind her to him more if he gave her the pleasure she so clearly desired or if he punished her for her actions earlier. He smiled to himself as she reached his feet, her tongue darting out as she began teasing his toes with her mouth, worshiping her Master.
She reverently kissed his feet, sliding her tongue out to slip it between his toes, trying to show her Master her regret for her earlier actions by showing what a good slave she could be, all thoughts of herself as a college student, as a free woman with her own will, were gone--she was only a kajira, only a slave, with a slave's heat in her belly, with a slave's need and a slave's desire to please her Master and be pleased by him. She slid her hands around his calves and slowly ran her tongue up the inside of his leg. When she was kneeling before him, her head between his thighs, her mouth lightly sucking on his flesh, she reached up and found the band of his boxers and, as he slightly lifted his ass, slid them down his legs and off, freeing his cock, almost hard again.
She slid her lips over his testicles, her small hands sliding up and down his cock as she sucked one ball and then the other softly into her mouth before dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, ending by suddenly engulfing it in her mouth, feeling his thighs tense up with a feeling of satisfaction. Slowly she used her inexpert mouth on him, trying to sense what he liked and what he didn't, using her hands to caress his body even as she used her tongue and lips and cheeks on his manhood. She slid her hands across his chest when he removed his shirt, leaving him as naked as her, and she wanted to rise up and mount him, but knew that she had to wait for his command, that she was to remain on her knees, in obeisance, until he directed otherwise.
He let her pleasure him for a long time, his earlier cum giving him greater control as his sexy little slave tried her best to bring him to orgasm. As he felt himself get close, her shifted, pulling her head off of his cock by her hair, and, as she looked up at him, said, "Usage position," feeling her body almost melt in lust and need as she turned and positioned herself on her elbows and knees, her thighs spread wide, her cunt a wet, swollen slash of red between her legs, seeming to pulse as he knelt behind her, his cock slick with both her saliva and his own pre-cum.
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She felt him grip her hips and moaned in frustration as she felt it press up against her ass, her forehead resting against the floor, her whole body aching with need. As he forced himself into her ass, her skin seemed to burn with sensation. It felt so different from when Jeff had taken her, the feeling of flesh as opposed to latex warmer, rougher, sexier; the angle allowing him deeper, his balls slapping against her gaping cunt, making her jerk in pleasure.
He started fucking her methodically, sliding his cock almost all the way out of her clinging asshole before quickly jamming it back in, his hips slamming into her ass, rocking her whole body forward, his balls swinging forward to slap against the wet, needy slash of her cunt. She was riding a plateau of pleasure so high it was incredibly frustrating, because she knew all she needed to do was to touch her clit, or have him touch her clit, for just a few moments, and she would cum, a wonderful, powerful orgasm. His hands gripped her hips as he used her, her need and her frustration growing as she mewled and grunted out her desire as he stretched her asshole wide open.
When he came, she shuddered, her own pleasure so intense she couldn't think straight--she wanted, she needed to cum so badly. She stayed, panting, on her knees and elbows as he pulled his cock from her ass, leaving her feeling empty, unfulfilled. She felt him stand, and then lean over her, his hand grabbing a handful of her hair.
"Leading position," he said, and she scrambled to her feet, her head down near his left hip, her body weak with the slave heat that seemed to be devouring her. She wondered what he was going to do as he led her into the bathroom, noticing in passing that it was large, clean, and modern, with a separate shower and bath. His hand still in her hair as she maintained the leading position, she heard him turn on the shower, adjust the temperature, and step in, still leading her.
As the warm water streamed over her body, dripping off her hanging breasts, she fell back to her knees as he released her hair, her head turning up to him, her face and eyes turned just enough to avoid the spray of the shower.
"Clean me," he said, handing her a washcloth and soap, leaning his hands against the wall of the shower, his arms straight, his body relaxing as he looked down at her.
She felt something shift inside her as she began slowly bathing her Master, running the cloth first across his feet and slowly moving up his legs, soaping him, caressing him, serving him. The heat she was feeling, the overwhelming need to cum seemed to melt into her, to slide from her skin to her very core, calming her, clearing her mind, letting her think for the first time since it had hit her. The desire was still there, the need to be pleased by her Master, but it was less urgent, less demanding, as if her body accepted that it would come when her Master willed it, and that that was right. Steve was her Master, and she was his, in everything. She leaned into his legs, feeling his warmth as she reached around to wash the back of his thighs.
She slowly worked her way up his body, gently, lovingly cleaning his flesh, sliding the washcloth gently over his testicles, over his cock, her tongue darting over her lips as she suppressed a surge of lust that flared from her belly. She slid around behind him and stood to wash his back, pressing her body against his, her breasts pillowing against his back as she reached around him to clean his stomach and chest. When she was done, she dropped back down to her knees, her thighs wide apart, and waited.
She shivered a little from the cold when he turned off the water and opened the shower door. "Dry me," he said, and she rose, selecting a towel and drying her Master, drying each foot last as he stepped from the shower.
"Very good, Stephanie," he said, as she dropped back down to her knees, the water still glistening on her skin, her wet hair matted against her back. "Tell me, do you want to cum, Stephanie?"
She turned her eyes to find his staring down at her, her nipples hard from both lust and from the water cooling on her breasts, her eyes begging, "Yes Master."
"Do you deserve to cum, Stephanie?"
"No Master. I am ashamed of how I acted earlier with Jeff." The words felt right coming from her lips, and she felt a strange satisfaction in that she had found them, had found just the right words to express her submission.
She gasped as she felt his toes slide against her spread cunt, and she couldn't help jerk her hips slightly forward, the sensation electric against her oversensitive flesh. She saw a smile spread across his face, amused at her need, a blush spreading over her cheeks as she realized what she was doing. Humiliation flooded her as she felt herself humping against his toes as he stood over her, her hands palms up on her thighs, lust flaring as an orgasm like none she had ever felt seemed to race toward her, making her gasp and tremble as she kneeled at his feet.
As suddenly as it came on it was gone, his toes pulled back, leaving her stunned and confused.
"Here, Stephanie," he said, tossing her a towel. "Dry yourself off, get dressed, and go home. I'll call you tomorrow." It was a dismissal, and she felt herself tearing up at her unfulfilled need, remaining on her knees, towel across her lap. She stood, toweling off, trying to calm herself, trying to cool the heat that still burned in her loins. She was still fuzzy with lust as she walked into the living room to retrieve her clothes, her Master calmly watching television, ignoring her. Pain from his disregard flooded through her, but she swallowed it, knowing that it was no more than she deserved, that she must submit to him completely, the thought making the heat in her belly burn stronger.
During her walk home she tried to tamp down the slave-fire that threatened to engulf her mind, tried to start thinking like a good student, trying to think about her classes and her studies, but her thoughts kept being pulled back to her Master and how he had come so close to giving her such an orgasm with just his toes.
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The night had been terrible and wonderful at the same time, brutally erotic dreams waking her every few hours, her fingers buried in her cunt, slick with her own juices, until she couldn't stand it anymore and decided she would be better up and about instead of thrashing with frustrated lust in her bed. She went immediately to her computer and couldn't help but to start surfing her standard bdsm picture and story sites, her mind wallowing in her need, her fingers stroking her cunt lightly, teasing herself, promising herself she wouldn't cum because her Master wouldn't like it, but needing the stimulation, the pleasure, even as she knew teasing herself would just make it worse.
She checked her email just to cool herself off, and discovered that her Master had left her an email. Her heart seemed to jump, and she couldn't help but reach back down to her clit and slide her fingers across the slippery little bundle of nerves, making her moan in frustrated need. She opened his email and saw a single request, that she e-mail him her class schedule. She quickly obeyed, her lust cooling a bit as she typed in something so non-sexual. She grunted in frustration as she pushed away from her desk and decided to shower, promising that she would keep her hands off of herself.
It was after her second class of the day, around noon, when she was heading to grab a bite to eat when she heard her cell ring, and, looking at the number, realized it was Steve, her Master, a flush spreading over her as she hurried to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hello what, Stephanie?"
She swallowed, looking around, embarrassment fighting against lust as she cupped her hand around the mouthpiece of the phone, hoping that nobody could overhear.
"Hello Master," she responded, her voice cracking just a little at the last word, her cunt sending a flush of warmth through her body.
"Very good. Now, I see from your e-mail that you have an hour break. Did you cum after you got home last night?"
"No Master."
"Why not?"
Confusion made her pause. "Because my Master didn't tell me I was allowed to...Master." Her heart seemed to skip a beat when she saw a guy walking by glance at her--did he hear?
Her heart pounding in her chest, a blush at wondering whether or not she had been exposed rising in her face, she waited for her Master's response.
"Very good, Stephanie. Now go, right now, to the closest bathroom you can find. Once there, take off your panties and stuff them in your mouth and give yourself a nice, long orgasm, or two, if you wish. When you are done, clean your juices off of your fingers with your mouth and leave your panties off, then call me. Do you understand?"
Stephanie swallowed, lust rising in her at his words, and she nodded even as she said, "Yes Master," waiting until she heard him hang up.
She practically ran to the nearest bathroom, hurrying into a stall and sliding her shorts down her legs and pulling off her panties before putting her shorts back around her ankles. Balling up her panties, she pushed them into her mouth, the cotton drying her mouth, her nostrils flaring as she sucked oxygen in through her nose. Her hand flew to her clit and she leaned back on the toilet, her eyes closed, her thoughts running back to the previous night. Within moments she was close, pleasure racing through her as she pictured herself as the protagonist in a story of submission, as a kajira bowing and crawling and being used like she had been the previous night, augmented by the sounds of people coming and going from the bathroom, so close to seeing what a needy little slave she was.
She coughed into her makeshift gag as her orgasm hit her, the muscles on her stomach and thighs rippling as her fingers and toes arched in pleasure. It was so good, being a slave, feeling this. So good. She sat there for a moment, feeling the aftermath, her fingers still idly sliding across her clit, her thighs damp with her own cum, and she remembered that he had said that she could have two orgasms, and moaned, happy that the panties in her mouth muffled the sound, her fingers starting their dance across her tenderest flesh again.
It took longer, the sensitivity of her clit making every sensation more intense, harder, her imaginings becoming darker. Now she brought to mind a picture of herself hanging by her wrists, remembering the sensation of the belt on her back, on her ass. She remembered how it had felt when Jeff had taken her ass as she was bound, her mind flashing to when Jeff had raped her, raped away her virginity against the wall of a shower, and in her mind Jeff was followed by a line of men, all holding her helpless against the shower wall, all driving their cocks deep into her spasming cunt, using her, taking her, and she came a second time, hard, sharp, almost painful pleasure rocking her.
She sat there, a comfortable relaxation settling over her, her fingers still at her groin. She shook herself once, and brought her fingers to her lips, gently cleaning them with her lips and tongue, sucking her juices from her fingers, the sour taste making her grimace even as she obeyed her Master, internally thanking him for allowing her to cum--she had needed it so badly. She wiped herself clean, pulled up her shorts, feeling strange without panties, and went out to wash her hands and to call her Master.
Outside once again, she found a place that was reasonably private and made her call.
"Master?"
"Yes, Stephanie? I'm surprised it took so long. It's been a half-hour. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yes Master. Thank you for letting me cum, Master."
"You are welcome. I have one more thing for you to do before your next class." Stephanie shuddered at his words, wondering. "Go to the campus store and buy two packs of normal sized condoms. Jeff is going to be using you quite a bit, and he doesn't want to have to carry around a pack of condoms on his own. Oh, just so you know, when he uses your ass or cunt, he's to wear a condom. Understand?"
Her heart fluttered on hearing how casually she was to be used, humiliation and lust flooding her. She was a kajira, a slave, a thing for pleasure, and that was how her Master was using her.
"Yes Master. I understand."
"After your classes come by my apartment. I'll be waiting."
She couldn't wait.
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She was embarrassed to buy the condoms, happy that nobody she knew saw her, and that the girl at the register barely looked up as she rung her up. They were in her bag as she walked over to her Master's apartment, her heart beating like a hammer, feeling her cunt-lips slide wetly against each other with each step she took. The mere thought of Steve, her Master, made her insides turn to jello and a heat rise up from her cunt. Her mind floated in a haze of lust as she walked up the hills to his place until she was standing before the door, nervously straightening herself, preparing herself. She knocked.
The door swung open and he motioned her in, closing the door behind her. She turned, looking at him, wondering why he wasn't speaking, wondering why he was just starting at her with a small frown on his face. Realization hit her, and she blushed even as she dropped her bag on the floor and fell to her knees in Nadu position, her shorts pulling up into her crotch as she spread her legs, her head and eyes up. She saw him nod in satisfaction, a flush of pleasure flooding her as she kneeled submissively before him.
She shuddered as she felt his hands reach around her head, pulling her hair back, bunching it at the back of her head, his hand holding it in a ponytail, looking down at her as she steadied her breathing, remaining in position as he examined her.
"Very pretty," he said to himself. "From now on, Stephanie, you will wear your hair in a ponytail or a french braid."
"Yes, Master," she responded, her stomach fluttering. She loved her hair, loved the way it framed her face, softened it; loved the way it hung around her shoulders.
She saw him nod again, and licked her lips as she watched him unzip his pants, his cock, half hard, springing out as he pushed his pants and boxers to fall around his knees.
"Get me hard, slave," he ordered, stepping forward just enough so that, leaning forward, she could take him into her mouth.
Her hands reached out as she leaned toward him, her lips, soft and wet and red, parted slightly, one hand finding his hip, the other sliding underneath his balls, caressing them, lifting his cock by its base as she gently moved to engulf it in her mouth. The feel of it, soft, smooth, the taste of it, slightly salty, blended as she took him to the root, running her tongue across the underside of his cock, compressing her lips, squeezing its base gently. A rush ran through her as she pictured herself, a slave, on her knees, pleasuring her Master. Excitement and lust rushed through her as she felt him harden, doing her best to please him, to be a good slave for her Master.
It felt like she had just started, his cock now hard, making her gag just a little as she pushed her head down as far as she could, its head pushing against the back of her throat even as her hands caressed both his balls and the base of his cock, her eyes rolling up to look at him gazing down at her, his slave, his kajira--the mere thought making her cunt flutter with pleasure, leaking juices onto the crotch of her shorts--one hand resting on her head, when she felt him slowly draw his cock from between her lips, making her feel strangely empty, useless.
"Usage position."
She fell forward onto her elbows and knees, the hardwood floor hard and cold, turning around for him, her shorts tightening against her ass as she pushed it up and out, an offering for her Master. She closed her eyes to keep from moaning as she felt him drop to his knees behind her, his hands on her hips, reaching around her body, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, his hands sending shivers up and down her body as he slid her shorts off of her hips, pushing them down to her thighs, just far enough to reveal the glistening wet gash of her cunt.
When he entered her, his hands hard on her hips, she moaned and thrust back at him, the heat in her belly blossoming into a fire, her body melting in the pleasure of her complete submission. She was his, his to use, to take, to fuck. She moaned again as he began moving inside her, fucking her hard, fast, using her for his pleasure, the thought enough to drive her over the edge, her body shuddering in orgasm, her cunt spasming around his cock as he continued to fuck her.
She jerked when she felt his hand slap against her ass, a loud smacking sound ringing in her ears, a shock of pain on her ass blending with the orgasm engulfing her. Another slap made her gasp through her pleasure, seeming to heighten it before it left her, spent and trembling as his cock continued to plunge into her slick cunt, churning her insides, growing the left-over tingling from her orgasm until she was gasping again in pleasure, her forehead resting against the hardwood, her body seemingly no longer her own.
She wanted it to last forever, to be forever on her hands and knees being used by her Master, pleasure filling her as he used her, orgasm after orgasm rolling over her body as she submitted to him. She felt his hands tense around her hips, his hips grinding against her ass as he grunted, a second orgasm rolling over her as she felt him cum into her, taking pleasure from her body.
She knelt there, on her knees, her head against the hardwood, spent, the feeling of him softening inside her so nice, suddenly feeling empty when he pulled out abruptly.
"Clean me."
She turned, her shorts around her thighs slowing her, and, still bent over, took his softening cock into her mouth, tasting his cum and her juices covering his soft, slick flesh, reveling in the feeling of utter submission, the air cool on her swollen, spent cunt. She ran her tongue along his thighs and balls, turning her head and shoulders to reach him as he kneeled there, looking down at her. When she finished she returned to nadu position, feeling his come start to slide from her cunt, the sensation slightly strange and erotic.
Steve stood and pulled up his pants.
"Pull up your shorts and leave. Come by tomorrow after your classes." With that he turned his back on her and went to the couch.
She breathed in deeply, dismissed, and slid her shorts back on, feeling the crotch dampen with their mixed juices, and stood to leave, looking imploringly over at her Master to see if she needed anything else from her, wishing, hoping. He didn't turn, didn't look at her, so, disappointed, she left, closing the door behind herself.
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The next morning Stephanie stood in front of her bathroom mirror and stared at herself as her hair slid between her fingers, twining about them as she slowly braided her hair, over, under, over, trying to see herself as her Master would see her. She saw a young woman, Chinese, with big, almond-shaped eyes, fine brows, a pretty face with smooth, light-olive skin, and her hair pulled back from her face, exposing the smooth, delicate flesh of her neck curving gently into her shoulders. She saw for the first time how exposed she was, two large hoop earrings hanging free from her ears, no longer obscured by her hair, her neck exposed, open, strangely sexy, the silver choker, a sign of her slavery, tight against her throat. She felt her heart speed up at this simple act of obedience, this simply exposure dictated by her Master's will, and slid her hands down her sides to straighten her summer dress.
All day she felt it, the air on her neck, the choker seemingly heavier, the way her earrings swayed just a little bit more than usual, how it was all at his whim, the sensations, the thoughts, keeping her at a low boil, her cunt slippery with her juices as she made her way from class to class, taking notes, being a good student even as she was being his slave. When the time came and she was standing before his door, her stomach was shivering in anticipation, her cunt juice soaking her panties. When she knocked, she heard him yell to come in, so she opened the door, stepped inside, and closed the door behind her before falling to her knees, in nadu position, as she knew was required of her.
She waited, her eyes locked on him as he sat on the couch, watching television, ignoring her, her anticipation growing, the thought that he would get to her when he was ready making her body burn with humiliation. She waited, wondering whether to speak, knowing she shouldn't, that she should just wait, listening to the sounds of the television, wondering what he was watching. High-pitched female cries mixed with Japanese, and then grunts and the slap of flesh on flesh and she knew he was watching porn, and she blushed, her excitement growing, her body squirming as she fought to maintain position.
She ran her tongue across her lips as she saw him lift the remote; the sounds of the video stopped and he stood up, walked around the couch, his eyes catching hers as she kneeled before the door, and approached. She shivered as he reached down, his hand brushing against her shoulder, running up her neck to the side of her face, her lips parting, her eyes begging.
"Very good, Stephanie. I like the braid." His fingers ran along the choker. "I especially like the way it highlights your collar."
She unconsciously leaned toward him as he stepped closer to her and lifted her braid.
"Take off your clothes, fold them, and put them beside the key," he nodded toward a side-table next to the door, and she noticed for the first time a key there.
Her mind clouded with lust, she stood before him as he stepped back, his eyes on her making her feel owned, possessed, desirable. She slid the dress over her head, folding it before her and slowly, deliberately, placing it where he had commanded. Her bra followed, the simple act of disrobing as he watched sending shudders through her body. She cast her eyes down, a blush spreading across her face, as she slid her panties down her legs, folding those too, until she was standing nude before him, her eyes cast down, shame and lust swirling through her mind.
"High harness position."
It took a moment to register the command, and she gasped when she did, the words seeming to send her deeper into her role as his slave. She straightened, keeping her feet about a foot apart, and leaned her head back, feeling the braid falling down her back, her eyes locking on the ceiling. She saw him in her peripheral vision as he walked around her, her breath speeding up as his hand slid across her stomach, leaving a trail of burning need.
"From now on, slave," he said, now behind her, his hand slipping across the soft skin of her ass, "whenever you come into my apartment, you will strip and then kneel. If I am home, you will kneel facing away from the door; otherwise you will kneel facing the door." He paused, now in front of her, and she gasped as she felt his hand slide across her breast, a spark of pleasure racing through her body as he brushed against her nipple, now as hard as she could ever remember.
"Yes, Master."
"The key," he continued, pacing around her again, now his hand sliding around her shoulder and across the back of her neck, "is to my home. It is yours. Use it only when I tell you to." Surprise widened her eyes, and then a rush of excitement and a profound feeling of, she didn't know what, but it was pleasure beyond sexual.
"Yes, Master."
"Good." he finished, walking away from her, "Now, make me some tea, Stephanie."
Confusion stopped her for a second, almost made her speak out of turn; she came here to be used, to be fucked and humiliated and treated like a slave, and then the realization hit her that that was what he was doing, using her like a slave. He would use her, she knew, use her for his pleasure, and hers, but now he was showing her her place, which was whatever he wanted, not what she wanted. She moved, heading for the kitchen even as she heard the television start back up, glancing at it as she walked by, seeing an attractive Japanese woman naked, a leather collar around her neck and wrists and ankles, kneeling in a cage while a man was leaning down placing a dog-bowl full of food in front of the cage.
It was strange, making the tea, nude, with the sounds of Japanese porn in the background. It was an everyday task, calming, with no sexual connotation, made sexual, every motion she made seeming to both remove her from her situation as a slave-girl, and to re-enforce it. She waited, watching the teapot as the tea steeped, feeling her nudity, her feet against the floor, the air across her thighs, her breasts hanging free; listing to the sounds of and cries of sex and despair in Japanese.
She padded into the living room, keeping her eyes down, avoiding the temptation to watch the images on the television, and placed his tea and teapot on his coffee table before falling back into nadu position, her eyes on him as he leaned over and picked up the cup, sipping his tea as his eyes remained glued to the t.v..
"Look at the television, Stephanie."
She started, doing a quick little double-take, and then turned toward the screen, shifting her body, keeping her thighs apart. On screen the nude woman, wrists encased in black leather cuffs, a foot-long silver chain connecting them, was kneeling before a man, her lips around his cock. A leather collar and leather ankle cuffs completed the look, and in the background her cage seemed to loom over her, a bowl of dog food next to her. She was struggling, just a little, as she was used, gasping and mewling and gagging as her captor used her mouth for his pleasure.
"Play with yourself."
The turned quickly back to him at his words, blushing as she found his eyes on her. Embarrassment flooded her at the thought, to masturbate in front of someone else, to be kneeling and playing with herself as he watched.... She shuddered in lust as one hand slid between her legs, her legs parting even more, as the other slid up to her chest, sliding across her nipples, her head turning back to the television as her fingers caressed the folds around her clit.
The perverse images on the screen filled her mind, joining the knowledge that his eyes, her Master's eyes, were on her, were watching her as she played with herself, at his command. She let out a low moan as her fingers lightly slid across her clit, the moisture from her cunt making them slip across her skin easily. She was that woman in the movie, a Chinese girl captured by a Japanese man, caged, bound, used, unable to understand anything except his desire to humiliate and use his captive. She was on her knees, gagging and choking and crying as he fucked her face, just freed from her cage, leather decorating her neck and wrists and ankles. She dug harder at her clit, her other hand squeezing one breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers, as she glanced toward her Master, an electric shock of pleasure jolting through her body as she saw his eyes, intense, locked on her.
Her eyes returned to the screen, and she knew he was close to cumming; he pulled out, his fist wrapped around his dick, his hand in her hair as he dragged her face toward the dog bowl. Her face and his dick were over the bowl, and he came, strings of his cum landing in her food, covering it. A moment later he was yelling at her, pushing her head to the bowl, and she knew she must eat it, a look of horror and disgust coming over her pretty features at this new degradation.
She moaned louder and came, her thighs trembling, her fingers convulsively clutching at her breast, her fingers dancing over her clit, as the woman in the video slid her tongue from between her lips and, with a look of revulsion, touched the cum-covered food before her. Suddenly the video stopped, the woman frozen in her degrading act, and he was on her, her Master, his hands gripping her head, his pants off, his cock hard as he slid it across her lips. She opened her mouth and moaned as he slid it into her, controlling her with his hands on her head. She sucked, moving her tongue across his cock as he thrust in and out of her mouth, making her gag as he forced his cock to the back of her throat, using her mouth like a cunt.
Everything was a blur, the pleasure from her own cum, the humiliation and shame and excitement of performing for him swept away by her Master's need, filling her mouth with his cock, forcing it on her, using her without any concern for her needs, using her as nothing more than a slave. The aftereffects of her orgasm seemed to flood back into her, her lust growing with each thrust of his cock to the back of her throat. She felt him shudder and then his cock pulsed in her mouth, his cum splattering against the back of her throat as she swallowed.
He kept his cock in her mouth as he softened, letting her taste the last of his juices as they oozed from his cock-head. Done, he turned, leaving her on her knees, panting, and pulled on his boxers before turning back to his sweet, sexy slave.
"Not bad, slave, but a good slave should be able to take her Master down to the root."
She could still taste his cum in her mouth as his words registered, and she felt her heart speed back up, realizing what he meant, what he wanted, excited to try it, to become better, more experienced, for her Master.
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"Leading position."
She scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding, bending at the waist and letting her braid fall to the side of her head. She grunted when she felt him grasp it, turn, and start to lead her across the apartment, following closely, still excited, even after all her use, by this simple act of submission. As she was led into the bathroom, she felt Steve position her before the mirror before tugging her upright, making her gasp as she saw herself in the mirror.
Her body seemed to shine with a thin layer of perspiration, her eyes lidded with lust, her lips looking swollen and red and wet, her nipples taut and hard against the small mounds of her breasts. Beads of her own juice glistened off her pubic hair, and, as she glanced over at her Master in the mirror, she saw how small, how delicate she looked next to him. Her gaze was torn from herself as Steve stepped in front of her, picking up something from the bathroom counter.
It was lipstick, she saw, red lipstick that he had grabbed and was opening in front of her, and she wondered what he was going to do, licking her lips, thinking maybe he was going to put it on her.
"Hands behind your head, slave."
As she complied, she shivered as he ran his fingers from the soft spot between her collarbones down to just above her pubis, his eyes seeming to judge her body as a canvas. She sucked in her breath as he pressed the lipstick between and just above her breasts.
"S," he spoke each letter as he wrote them, the first starting just above her breasts and ending just below them.
"L"
"A"
"V," where the bottom of the V touched together just below her belly-button.
"E," the bottom of the letter sliding across her pubic hair.
She gasped, a roaring seeming to fill her head as he hooked two fingers up inside her cunt, his thumb pressing against her clit, sliding back and forth just a little, as he stepped aside to let her see herself marked as a slave, his slave, the letters a scarlet slash across her torso, seeming to glow in her vision as a submissive excitement tore through her, making her legs tremble and her stomach quiver. She stood like that, quivering, her excitement building and building, her eyes locked on the word across her body, on how it marred her skin, how it degraded, dehumanized her, the addition of his fingers in her cunt driving her crazy with need and lust, watching how her body started to slowly rock as if of its own accord against his hand.
"What are you, Stephanie?"
"A slave."
"What are you?"
"Your slave."
"What is the purpose of a slave?"
"To serve her Master."
"What is your purpose, slave?"
"To serve you," she gasped out, a small, rolling orgasm shaking her body as she watched herself and answered him, pleasure seeming to consume her body.
"Would you do anything I asked?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
Confusion rippled over her even as another small orgasm rolled through her, making her moan. What did he want?
"Yes Master."
"So if I told you to get a nose ring through your septum, you would go out and get one?"
Her stomach tightened up, and before she could answer, he continued, "And if I told you to get a tattoo of the word 'slave' across your right cheek," he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, "you would?"
Her mind swirled, knowing the right answer, and knowing the true answer, seeming to paralyze her lips, making her unable to speak.
"Of course you wouldn't, Stephanie. I understand. This need of yours, this need to be sexually degraded and used and humiliated, this fantasy you have of complete submission, is secondary to maintaining your respectability. You still need to hide your true self from your friends and family, don't you, Stephanie?"
She found it hard to follow his words, his fingers now working her cunt, the word slave emblazoned in scarlet lipstick across her torso, but she recognized the question at the end.
"Yes," she gasped.
"Just because I understand doesn't mean I won't punish you for not being a true slave."
At the word 'punish' a third small orgasm bloomed from her groin, sending pleasure though her body and making her legs tremble with weakness.
"Yes Master. I'm sorry. Please punish me for not being a true slave."
He smiled at her words, and smiled again as she gasped when he removed his fingers from her cunt, her body shivering as if cold even though sweat slicked her body and her skin was flushed with exertion. He wiped his hand across her thighs, transferring the juices that had soaked it back onto her skin. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out two medium sized binder clips that he had placed there earlier, and one small one.
When he had removed his fingers from her, she had closed her eyes, trying to regain some control of herself, blocking out the picture she made in the mirror, of a marked slave in full slave-heat. When she opened them again she saw that he had pulled out three binder clips, and shuddered to think of what he was going to do with them. She trembled as he stood before her, one hand sliding across her breast, squeezing it, making the nipple, already hard, stand out, the other hand opening the binder clip and closing it over her sensitive flesh, crushing the nipple in its embrace.
She sucked in her breath as the pain hit her, sharp and insistent, slowly dulling into a steady ache. He repeated his actions with the second clip, and she breathed out through her mouth, the pain colliding with the pleasure still radiating from her cunt, with the excitement she felt at being punished like this. She closed her eyes, shaking, as he kneeled before her, his fingers spreading her swollen cunt-flesh, knowing where he was going to place the last clip, knowing how much it was going to hurt, wanting to pull away, the lust driving her holding her in place.
She moaned in pain, her knees bending, her stomach and breasts shaking, her head falling just a little bit back as the last clip closed over her clit, binding it, binding her, the pain throbbing, aching, pulsing through her body.
He walked behind her as she stood there, her mind consumed with the sensations throbbing through her body, lust and pain and need and excitement filling her. His hands were hot on her hips as he grabbed her.
"Hands on the counter, elbows straight. Look at yourself in the mirror," he commanded, and she obeyed.
He pulled her hips back, his feet slipping between hers, pushing her legs apart, bending her over, and then she felt his cock pressing against her swollen, needy cunt, and her lips parted, her eyes locked on her own face as if she were watching another, her Master a shadow behind her. She grunted as he entered her, slowly, as if he wanted her to feel every inch of him, her nipples throbbing, blood pulsing through them, her clit aching even as her flesh stretched around it, the pain seeming to stretch with her flesh.
He fucked her slowly, steadily, the sensations in her body building, intensifying, the clamps seeming to hold back her lust, her need, her pleasure, letting it build up behind a wall of aching, throbbing, pain, leaving her craving release, craving more, harder, faster. She lost track of time, feeling and staring at herself, at the markings of 'SLAVE' across her chest, at the binder clips crushing her nipples, at the binder clip's arms sticking out from between her legs, at the expression of need and lust on her face.
Suddenly his hands were off her hips and at her breast and the clips were gone, and then the clip at her clit was gone. For a second there was nothing, and then the pain hit, blending with the built-up desire that he had filled her body with, and she moaned in both pain and pleasure as her nipples and clit seemed to light up in pain and she shuddered into orgasm even as she felt his hands back on her hips and his cock pulse inside her, her mind going blank as the intensity of it darkened her vision. It seemed to last forever, the muscles in her stomach, thighs and cunt pulsing in time with the horribly fast beat of her heart, the pain of blood flowing back into her sensitive flesh slowly bleeding away until she leaned down onto her elbows, her head against the counter, her breathing coming in gasps even as his cock remained in her cunt.
He pulled out, and she heard him tell her to clean him. She turned, unsteadily, and fell to her knees before him, taking his cock, coated with her juices, into her mouth, almost numb from the power of her orgasm, her body falling into a quiet, pleasant lethargy, drained of lust and need. It felt so wonderful.
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Future ideas:
1. Steve has two coins made, a gold one and a silver one, each stamped with a Kef on both sides. Stephanie is not allowed to hold either coin in her hands, only in her mouth or her purse. She is required to give a blowjob to anyone who offers her the silver coin, and is required to offer any of her three holes to anyone who offers her the gold one.
2. Steve takes her to a plastic surgeon to have her clitoral hood removed (http://www.geocities.com/hoodectomy/hoodectomy.html)
3. Steve forces her to wear a pony-tail or french braid at all times
4. Steve gives a silver coin to a lesbian friend of his
5. Steve takes Stephanie to a SF party, masked and collared, where she is forced to dance and then 'auctioned' off, the party members bidding sexual favors to Steve in return for using her ass or cunt.
6. Steve forces her to wear a crotch rope underneath her clothes; he also forces her to wear a rope bra instead of an actual bra
7. Steve has her belly button pierced
8. Steve has her get a nose stud
9. Steve has her nipples pierced
10. Steve exposes her to her best friend, causing a drastic change in their relationship
11. Steve gives her a slave name, Erika.
12. Steve buys a cage and has her stay in it when she's over at his place and not being used or useful
13. Steve makes her wear a slave garment whenever she comes over to his place
14. Steve makes her wear ben-wa balls whenever she's in class
15. Steve forces her to get a tattoo of a Kef on her right thigh, near her hip
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