(Part two of @leolover721 and her descent into slavery. Includes femdom, girl-on-girl, bondage, mindbreak and impact play.)
I woke sore and aching, my battered and exhausted body barely able to move. Memory poured back, and I was torn between wanting to cry and begging for more.
Never in my life had I cum so often and so hard, and even reliving the memory of his tender brutality made the arousal surge back to life. He hadn't even fucked me yet, and I was almost hoping for more. I remembered his mercilessness, yet at the same time, I could still feel the looseness in my body, the floating sensation he had left behind to linger after countless soul shattering orgasms.
Conflicted didn't come close to describing how I felt. I wasn't sure if I wanted to run screaming, or kneel with my arms back, tits out and mouth open.
The choice was stolen from me as I heard the door lock click open. To my shocked surprise, I heard not one set of footsteps, but two. The first I recognized as Mas... his footsteps. The second set had the distinctive two-toned clicking of high heeled shoes. They stopped outside my little circle of light, keeping me from being able to see either of them.
Instinctively, my muscles tensed as I realized they had left the door open and unlocked. Fear made me try to jump and run, but a wave of aching soreness radiated through my body, and all I was able to accomplish was a slow unfolding of my limbs. The collar shifted around my neck and I froze, afraid that the machine had somehow recognized my thoughts of escape.
A few moments passed, and I realized it had merely been turning around my neck, the weight of the metal and padlock shifting as gravity did it's work. Then, I heard their voices.
"This is the new fuckmeat." I recognized Mas... his voice as it echoed around the small stone room.
"Mmm. It looks delicious." A distinctly feminine voice purred, sending shivers down my spine. "Rules? It is your plaything, after all."
I heard Mas... him chuckle darkly.
"No permanent marks. Otherwise? Have fun."
The woman's giggle was a happy, carefree laugh. I was shocked, I had expected a dark, cruel sound that promised I was about to endure an entirely new level of pain and humiliation.
"Fuckmeat, this is Mistress. She will teach. Fuckmeat will learn, and learn well. That is not a request, it is fact. If fuckmeat learns quickly, It may be able to avoid consequences. If not..." He left his statement unfinished, the blatant threat made me shiver more than the pervasive cold that filled the room.
His footsteps receded, and she strode into the light, towering over me.
My jaw dropped as I looked up at her, my eyes growing wide. She had on a blood red skintight bodysuit, shining leather high heeled boots that came to just below her knees, a matching corset that thrust her impressive chest up and out and a thick neckpiece that ran from her collar to her chin.
The collar lifted her chin, but instead of being a tool that implied submission, like my own col... the collar that Mas... He put around my neck, it gave her an air of condescension. She stared down her nose at me as she slowly spun a glass of wine, a soft smirk decorating her lovely visage.
"I was told It is fuckmeat. Has fuckmeat learned obedience?" She squatted down, lifting my chin with a manicured fingernail. "Well?"
Before I could answer, her hand flashed and I heard the crack of her palm across my cheek just as the stinging pain crackled across my face. My eyes snapped open, and tears filled them, threatening to fall. Her fingers dove through the hoops on my collar, yanking me towards her.
Her full, soft lips crashed into mine and I could taste her wine. It felt like she was trying to slip her tongue down my throat. I couldn't fight her if I had wanted to, and the conflicted feelings didn't help.
I heard the soft chime of glass, and her kiss gentled, feeling one soft, manicured hand slip over my breast, her nails gently scraping the sensitive skin. She filled her hand and softly squeezed me, drawing me into her kiss. I felt myself respond, and I began to kiss her back.
After a few moments, she pulled back, the hand on my collar keeping me from following her soft, wine flavored lips. She gently squeezed my breast again and smiled, almost caringly.
"Mmm. Delicious." She picked up her wine glass and took a sip, before pulling me up to my knees so I could kiss her again. The cool wine dripped from her tongue, sweet but acidic, as she claimed my mouth. She pulled back with a gentle smile, setting the glass down again to stroke my hair as she pulled back, her perfect teeth gently nipping my kiss swollen lower lip.
"Now, fuckmeat. It needs more training. I'm sure that Master taught It what happens when It disobeys. I'm here to shed the light on how beautiful obedience can be." She stood, pulling a leash from somewhere on her outfit. She clipped it to my collar, gently pulling the slack. "Hand me my wine."
I looked down, seeing the nearly empty glass on the floor. My aching arms shook as I grabbed at the long stemmed glass, lifting it up to her with both hands. The red liquid inside rippled as my trembling arms held it out. She took the glass and smiled, sliding her booted foot between my legs. I felt the leather gently stroke my pussy, the cool, rigid black leather gently rubbing me for a few seconds before she pulled away. The pleasure tingled, and I knew this was my reward for my obedience.
"Tsk." She shook her head. "It made a mess on my boot. Be a dear and clean that up for me?"
My eyes flicked down, and I saw evidence of my arousal glistening on the leather. I looked around for a cloth, but a gentle tug and a giggle made me look up at her.
"No, no, no." She winked at me knowingly. "Come, dear. You know what I mean."
The heat blossomed in my cheeks, humiliation warring with a sudden surge of lust, and I leaned forward, pressing my lips to her boot before my tongue slid out, licking up my own arousal. Her breath caught and she gave a soft moan as I cleaned her boot, and I felt her body shiver.
I leaned back and looked down. Somehow I knew not to look her in the eyes. Instead my vision locked onto the slowly evaporating saliva decorating her boot as I responded.
Her hand stroked my hair again, gently giving me wordless praise. I shivered with pleasure and smiled despite myself. The leash tugged and she spoke a single word.
The leash pulled, and she kept her arm low, the short leash keeping me from standing. Instead, I began to crawl, following behind her, staring up as her ass swayed in front of me.
She didn't take me far, just to the next room. As soon as I entered, I could smell food, and my mouth began to water. She led me around the small island in the room, taking several small laps before stopping me in front of a pair of dog bowls set on the floor.
"It must be hungry and thirsty. It has ten minutes to eat and drink, then we resume. Ah! No hands, fuckmeat."
Her fingers snapped and I dove facefirst into the bowls, drinking half the water in seconds. The food was a cold mash of beef, potatoes gravy and carrots, but it was heaven. I was done in minutes. Mistress squatted down next to me, and wiped my messy face with a warm, wet cloth.
"Good. Well done, fuckmeat!" Her warm, glowing praise jarred discordantly with the crude name I had been given, yet instead of frightening me, it gave me comfort. Mistress could be cruel, the slap had proved that, but she was choosing to be kind, whereas Master had not. I knew that her kindness was fully dependent on my own good behavior, and the reminder of what I could be enduring only strengthened my desire to please her.
She reached down and lifted me up until I was standing. She towered over me, her own impressive height enhanced by her high heels. I had never felt so small, yet never felt more cared for. I knew it was a psychological tactic, designed to make me eager to obey, but that knowledge didn't blunt the deepening gratitude.
"Now, fuckmeat. I want it to turn and lay on the counter, facedown."
I obeyed immediately, and I gasped as the cool marble made contact with my skin.
"Oh, no. That won't do." She moved behind me, and I felt the leather straps settle as she wrapped something around my head. "Open."
My lips parted and the rubber ball slid between my teeth. A few tugs later and the ballgag was buckled into place. Soft silk wrapped my wrists and ankles, keeping me spread and bent over the countertop as she tied me to the kitchen island.
"This will teach fuckmeat to understand the erotic connection between pain and pleasure. If It behaves, I may allow It to cum at some point today."
I heard the swish and crack before a bolt of pain sizzled across my raised ass, the jolt making me squeal and jump as the edge of the counter dug into my bare thighs. My ass cheek burned, but in moments the stinging heat faded, leaving a warm tingle that spread outwards. I moaned, which turned into a choked gasp as I felt her warm lips caress the fading pink welt on my ass.
I gurgled helplessly, and the riding crop swished again, snapping across my bare ass, leaving another welt behind. Her lips soothed the burn, and I moaned, muscles twitching as my mind struggled to make sense of what was happening.
Again and again the crop sang, snapping and swishing. Again and again, her warm lips soothed the burn as I lay there, unable to end the brutally erotic torment. I lost count of the strokes after thirty-one, but she continued long past that point.
I was shivering and moaning, my hips twitching as I felt my arousal rolling down my legs. Then the crop sizzled again, snapping hard across my sex. I bucked and screamed, the flash of pain blindingly hot. Before it could begin to fade, her warm tongue stroked upwards, licking at my pussy. My eyes rolled back and I grunted with need, my hips thrusting back, needing more than just that singular touch.
The crop sang again, and I shrieked as the leather crop snapped across my clit. Just as every time before, she soothed the sting, softly suckling at my clit, her tongue teasing with tiny, fluttering licks. My stomach clenched and my head snapped back and forth, my lips spilling out garbled pleas for more.
Over and over the crop sent agonizing bolts of pain burning through my swollen, dripping pussy. Over and over her lips and tongue teased and played, soothing yet tormenting, albeit in a completely different manner.
I had no idea how long I endured it, but by the time she was done, my entire body was trembling with need, shaking with pain and glistening with sweat. She walked around in front of me, cupping her chin in her palm with her elbow resting on the countertop.
She stroked the matted, damp hair from my face and took a sip of wine.
"Does it understand what I'm teaching It now?"
I nodded shakily, my breath still coming in hard, heavy panting gulps of air.
"Good. Then on to lesson two." She unbuckled the gag and pulled some straps away, taking most of the leather webbing away, but leaving the gag hanging around my neck. She reached down and I heard a zipper move before she sat on the counter and spun, placing a pillow under both her ass and my chin, leaving me face to face with her dripping slit.
"Now, fuckmeat. It's only calling is to be obedient. It may be called upon to service one man or many, depending on Master. It may be called upon to serve women as well. Bearing that in mind, fuckmeat, I want It to lick. Hearing and tasting pain has left me distracted, and we can't have that, can we?"
"Good! I knew It could be good. That's just what I wanted to hear." Her praise brought a flush to my cheeks.
"But..." she continued. "There will be times when It will need to show how eager It is to give pleasure. So, I want It to beg. Beg to lick my pussy. Beg to give me pleasure, fuckmeat."
The burning, unsatisfied arousal still surged through me, and her casual, gentle domination made my head spin. The scent and sight of her arousal made my mouth water in anticipation, and my own growing need to ensure Mistress remained pleased betrayed me.
"Please please please Mistress let fuckmeat show Mistress It can be good please Mistress fuckmeat wants to pleasure you let It lick and show It can be good It wants to show It can be good."
Her fingers threaded into my hair and pulled me in as she dribbled wine between her legs. The scent of her made my already woozy head spin, and l gave in. My tongue flicked out and I began to stroke and lick, collecting her arousal. The sweet wine danced on my tongue, and I bathed her pussy, my teeth gently scraping, lips kissing and sucking, tongue stroking and flicking. I dove deep, drinking in both her and the wine.
Despite my own needy craving for more pleasure, I paid attention, noting what made her shiver and moan, what she liked and didn't. I used every trick I could think of to bring her the pleasure I so desperately craved myself. My tongue and jaw ached, but I didn't stop, and soon her breath was coming in short gasps, her hand in my hair pushing me hard against her as she rode my face. With a soft shudder and quiet moan, her legs snapped closed around my head and her hips bucked. A flood of her juices coated my chin as she came. I couldn't breathe, but I refused to disappoint her, and even as my lungs screamed for breath, my tongue slithered and swirled, my lips sucking and stroking her clit.
Finally, she pushed me away, letting deep gasping breaths of air back into my lungs. She shivered and shook as she recovered, and after a few moments, she slid off the countertop and to her feet. Her hand, still in my hair, gently tugged me up and she leaned in, kissing me hard and deep. The kiss went on and on, the taste of her arousal, the wine and her soft lips made me dizzy. All too soon, she leaned back with a smile.
"That was very good, fuckmeat. Very good. I must admit, I'm surprised. But..." she sighed. "Master has one more lesson he wants me to teach it today, and if I get carried away, he won't allow me to play with fuckmeat again. Still, that doesn't mean we can't circle back to this. Would It enjoy that, fuckmeat? Bringing me more pleasure?"
My sex-drunk mind could only form one answer, and my smiling response brought a look of surprised delight to her face.
"Yes, Mistress. Fuckmeat would beg to be allowed to bring her more pleasure."
She stroked my hair again and kissed me, just an affectionate peck, but it brought back the blush to my cheeks.
"Now, we must move this to the floor, fuckmeat. I will untie It, and It will kneel and stay there. Does It understand?"
In moments, I was untied, and I felt her hands gently lift me off the countertop, my sweat covered skin sticking slightly. My legs nearly collapsed, but she proved how deceptively strong she was, holding me up until I was able to sink down to a stable kneeling position.
Mistress reached down and lifted up a leather suit, complete with buckles and straps, and I could clearly see the open gap between the legs.
"This will be worn by fuckmeat." At my look of panic, she squatted down, shushing and soothing me as her nails gently stroked my cheek, lifting away sweaty strands of hair that clung to my face. "Remember, obedience at all times. Trust me, fuckmeat. It will learn to love this. Give me the chance to prove it?"
She pulled me closer, wrapping one arm around me as her other hand pressed my face to her breast. It took a few moments, but I knew it was obey, or be punished. More than that, I could sense my own need to please her growing. I couldn't fight it, or her, so what was the point? I wouldn't win, no matter how hard I struggled.
I nodded into her chest, and I heard the smile in her voice as she praised my obedience yet again. It took some time, but by the time Mistress had me buckled into the outfit, I found myself completely immobile and helpless. My elbows touched behind my back, my wrists and arms trapped in an armbinder. My knees pressed into my chest, and my heels touched my ass. Heavy leather straps crisscrossed my body, folding me into a tiny ball. Even my hair was bound back into a severe ponytail.
Mistress lifted me, gently placing me onto a metal tray just wide enough to accommodate me. As she lowered me down, I felt the tip of a rubber dildo touch my pussy. As I descended, I groaned, feeling the toy stretching me, filling me. Hard beads beneath a layer of soft silicone gave the toy a bumpy, ridged texture, stimulating me inside as I dropped. By the time my ass hit the metal tray beneath the toy, I could feel the soft silicone tip kissing the entrance to my womb.
"A few things for It to know. The beads are copper. It can make you clench, stimulating with gentle electrical pulses. It can spin, stroking fuckmeat from inside. Or... if fuckmeat fails to give everything It has, the toy can blast fuckmeat, making It regret being alive. So, I want to see fuckmeat give one hundred percent. Does it understand?"
My response burst forth before I could even think, lust and my short but intense training making my answer immediate and instinctive.
She smiled down at me and pushed the edge of the tray with her foot, turning me. My lips brushed against the tip of a dangling rubber phallus that was attached to the wall by a heavy suction cup. I jerked back, but a sharp stiletto heel dug between my shoulder blades, pushing me forward. Bound as I was, I couldn't resist, and the collar still in place around my neck kept me from turning my head.
"Fuckmeat must be well trained in giving pleasure." I heard the creak of a chair as Mistress settled behind me. "It will not always be able to use hands to bring that pleasure. So, fuckmeat will learn. This will be a part of the daily training fuckmeat will have, whether on toys or the real thing. It will spend at least one hour a day servicing cock. Don't disappoint me, fuckmeat."
With that final warning, I felt Mistresses heel dig harder into my back, and I leaned forward, my aching jaw protesting as I opened my mouth again. The rubber tip slid between my lips, and I relaxed as best I could.
Her foot on my back dictated the pace and depth of my blowjob, and I soon settled into a rhythm, taking it to the back of my mouth, sucking and licking. Saliva dripped from my chin as I sought to please her, and I groaned as I heard the click of a button.
The toy inside me began to move, the hard beads rotating in full circles. I gurgled around the toy filling my mouth, and I heard Mistress giggle. My burning arousal slammed back into me with full force, making me pant for breath. But... it wasn't enough. The slow rotations only served to drive me into a haze of need. It wasn't fast enough to drive me over the edge. I whimpered and whined, but Mistress kept up her slow, gentle pushing.
After a few more minutes, my technique becoming messier and messier, she sighed.
"I was hoping for more, fuckpuppet. It has only gotten the cock halfway in." My eyes snapped open and I realized she was right. "Master demands more. So... he'll get... MORE!"
Her spiked heel drove into my back hard, shoving me forward. My forehead thudded into the wall, dazing me slightly as I choked. The thick rubber toy was buried halfway down my neck, nearly touching the collar. I could feel the silicone cock distending my throat, making it bulge obscenely.
The pressure behind me eased, and I pulled free, pulling in desperate gasps of air. I managed a mere three breaths before her heel drove me down again. I knew what was coming this time, and managed to avoid hitting my head on the wall, but the tip of my nose did touch it. She held me there as I squirmed helplessly, choking and gagging on the thick rubber toy.
When I was allowed to pull free, I gasped for air, thick strands of saliva connecting my lips to the dangling cock. I took three quick breaths and dove again, not waiting for her to push me down. I did not want to test her patience, and I definitely didn't want to feel any punishment from the beaded toy buried in my pussy.
Mistress gave a delighted giggle.
"Good!! Very good! It learns quickly. Perhaps I should give It a little reward."
I heard another click, and the rotating beads began to tingle, the soft tickle soon growing to a gentle burn. Then, as if it had crossed some unknown threshold, the tingles spread, and muscles I didn't even know I had clenched down hard, squeezing the toy inside me.
It felt like the toy inside me had instantly expanded, growing half again as large as it had been. I coughed and gurgled, saliva dripping down my chin. Mistress let me pull back and I gasped for air, a thin whine escaping me as the beads stroked and rolled inside my dripping pussy.
Her heel gave me no rest, and forced me down again.
My mind fogged and I lost myself to the burning lust and submission. Discomfort bagan to fade, and I rode an unbelievable high. The lack of oxygen mixed with surges of air as she let me breathe. The constant contrast swung me like a pendulum, making me feel like I was floating, lost and aroused in a mind numbing fog. The toy spun and tingled, stroking and teasing me, the electical tingles both pleasuring me and tormenting me, keeping me riding the edge of orgasm for longer than I'd ever believed possible.
Time lost all meaning, and all that mattered was the thick cock stroking easily into my bulging throat, the wondrous toy buried inside me and the soft, warm praise that Mistress seemed intent on blanketing my mind in.
It lasted years. It was over in moments.
I felt gentle fingers on my shoulders, pulling me back. I blinked, still lost in a lusty, unfulfilled fog as she leaned over my shoulder to kiss my neck.
"That's ninety minutes, fuckmeat."
My aching throat prevented me from responding, but I turned, my lips seeking hers. I needed to cum. I needed to cum.
She pulled back, and I broke, letting my desperation show on my face. Ignoring the thick coat of spit dripping off my lips and chin, my lips formed the words my voice couldn't speak. I silently begged Mistress, pleading with her to let fuckmeat cum. Over and over I begged, desperate for just one last push that would send me over the edge.
She simply smiled and spun me around. My eyes came to rest on the strange chair she was sitting in. A hinged wooden bar could be separated, and a large hole was cut out of the seat. I could see Mistress had kept herself unzipped, and her fingertips were wet with her own arousal. Her other hand held the ever-present glass of wine, and Mistress smiled down at me.
"Does fuckmeat wish for a reward? Does it want to obey?"
All shame abandoned me, and I nodded frantically. Mistress cooed and stroked my cheek before she lifted me up, sliding me under the chair. The wooden bar latched closed around my neck, trapping my face mere inches from her dripping pussy.
She reached over and refilled her wine glass from a bottle on the table before tipping more out, drizzling it over her flushed lower lips.
"Lick, fuckmeat. Lick me. Earn a reward for me."
Despite the ache in my jaw, my lust took control and I leaned forward.
Mistress smiled down at me, stroking my hair as the first quiet gasps escaped her when I obeyed.
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