Hitch hiker

The bathroom area was enormous with black mirror like tiling up to the ceiling with large powerful spot lights shining down at each of the six cubicles with two or three metres between each, the floor was tiled in large unpolished flagstones and large drains and evacuation canals. To the other end of this space there was a large square tub and a small sauna type box.

Each of the cubicle had specific shower heads at varying heights from overhead to cock and ball height.

The one of interest to me had a flexible pipe with a small cock shaped stainless steel tube shower head that I could see was designed for deep and comfortable insertion into my tight virgin cunt. I played with it for a while, adjust temperature and pressure so as to get it just right. 

Mister John had wandered away and was busy setting up a rather large and cumbersome camera on a large wooden tripod. He was just moving the camera around to find the best position to photograph me.  Large flashlights went on and I could feel them starting to heat the surrounding area.

I started to wash down using abundant amounts of soap and shampoo being careful to show my body full front to the camera and to show off my solid erection. The camera started clicking and continued with occasional pauses to replace the film.

Once full of soap my body felt so warm and my skin so smooth and silky, feeling the eye of the camera on me I knew I had to give a good show, this was so much fun, and excitement having totally forgotten the fierce caning I had received earlier.

Now my crack and cunt were well soaped and lubricated I stopped the shower and soaped up the shower head covering it with liberally with thick creamy body shampoo then placed it between my sensitive cheeks the dick shaped head slipping easily along the crack, it just felt so good. Then I applied gently pressure at the entrance to my cunt, it was tight and needed some coaxing, the lubricant was doing its job, I bent my body a little to ease the passage as I felt the nob head pass through the muscle barrier and into the inner sanctum. The pleasure was intense as little by little I applied more pressure to ease the instrument back and forth to take it deeper and deeper inside me, I was in a trance swaying to and fro my eyes closed, groaning lightly.

The full length of the head was now comfortably inside me and my hand moved to operate the shower tap, I turned it slightly hearing the water filling the pipe, then I felt the warm water fill deep inside me and gradually fill my fuck hole, it filled and built up pressure, my hand regulated the flow with slight adjustments to the tap. I tightened my  muscles to retain the water as much as possible feeling small uncontrolled releases of water evacuating down my inner thighs, my bowels were now full and I withdrew the head and felt further excess water running down my legs and I struggled to tighten my cunt to retain what I could.

I was feeling good and warm, confident that my decision to be a sex slave to this man was right for me, that he loved my svelte beautiful young body and would use it wisely. Deep inside my psyche, my sub conscious I just knew I was meant to belong, serve, and give pleasure. I needed him to own my body and soul, to possess every fibre and infiltrate every neuron of my brain. For that I needed to obey without question or hesitation. I wanted him for my Master.

His latex gloved hand was sliding across my cheeks and fingering my cunt provoking the uncontrolled discharge of water out of my body. I let out a moan of undiluted pleasure feeling my body tremble and weaken, he whispered in my ear “FAY you are a slut, you belong to your Master and to him alone. You no longer exist except through him and you no longer think or act except through him.” His tongue licked my ear and penetrated my ear with force.

I sighed deeply and replied, “Mister John I am a slut, yes I belong to my Master.”

He took me through two more wash outs and rinses showing me how to get deep and increasing water pressure to be confident of having a clean cunt ready for Master’s use. He fingered me easily first with one then two fingers more lube then three fingers, forcing gradually to dilate. It was so good my hips undulating to encourage his access.

It was now early evening when we were done, and I asked if I could pee directly in the shower and it was then I learnt that I was to do all my needs in a latrine inside my cell keeping everything for Master’s inspection and use. “So, return to your cell and do what you need and return to me here, I will watch you through the window.” Was the answer I received.

On my return I found him on the phone at the kitchen bar and he made a sign for me to join him. I stood beside him as he continued his conversation, “yes Jean I do understand but he’s nineteen now and wants to go his own way and it will be such a pleasure for me to help him, just let me take care of him, he will have nice lodgings and everything he needs…..ah here he is now Jean, just out of the shower, have a quick word with him and we’ll arrange to pick up his things tomorrow afternoon around three p.m. …… I think Alfred and the boys are out then, so we can talk too…. Great thanks Jean…. here’s Philip.” He was talking to my Mother and handed me the phone, I was gobsmacked as I greeted her, “hello Mum, all right?”

Mister Johns hands were on me again, from across my breasts tweaking my nipples, spreading my legs with his knee, my cock was hard again as I tried to reassure my mother on the phone “sure mum, John is a wonderful man and he is helping me so much with this new flat and says he can possibly find me a good job with an engineering company looking for electrical engineers and they would train me and everything. I’m really happy about it but I need to prove to him that I can apply myself.”

John’s hands were again on my cock head massaging with his fingertips. “But mum you know I can do this, you must help me every way you can, this means such a lot to me. Please mum.”

Her voice on the phone seemed to be less tense and anxious as she enquired after John, asking if I liked him if he could be trusted and what he did for a living. I explained to her simply that he was good to me and I trusted him implicitly and he was an industrialist with enormous influence. “He seemed quite charming when I met him, is he married?”

“Mum, please I have to go now as we are going out shortly, we’ll come by tomorrow afternoon to pick up my things. Bye mum, love you.” I hung the phone up and leaned gently against John for comfort.

He pushed me away gently saying “your mother is a nice-looking woman, I’ll pay her a visit tomorrow afternoon and pick up your things at the same time.”

“Now I need to take you for your tattoo, Master Pete has given me your new number you must be very proud.”

“From now on you will be slave number 695-175-257 and that is your only real identity. Are you happy now?” I replied quickly “Yes, Mister John I’m proud and happy to be slave number 695-175-257.” My mind was relieved and elated to know that I was now my Masters property and he would take care of me.

Chapter Four

I slipped quickly into a tight silky pair of shorts and a singlet that John passed me, put some trainers on and ran out to open the gates and join John in the car.

The shorts were quite small for me and moulded perfectly my tight perky little butt and my rigid little clitoris, John seemed well pleased with my appearance. We drove off down the country road for only several minutes before arriving at a broken down old farm with a couple of cows in the fields and a few chickens in the courtyard. John hooted the horn and waited for an elderly, scruffy, bearded old man to stroll across to the passenger window. He was tall and stocky and stood proudly looking like some feudal knight striding across his domain.

“This the slut you want treated John?”

“Yeah I’ll leave him with you for a while then join you in the barn for photos. OK?”

“Get your gear off slut!” he ordered.

The door opened and before I was aware he had grabbed a large chunk of my hair and was dragging me out of the car and across the yard on my knees, being unable to stand up with him holding my head down at waist level. The steel door in front of us was slightly ajar and he forced it open with a violent kick to reveal a pig pen that stank of purine and pig shit. It was dark and noisy inside as I struggled to keep my balance, he kicked the door shut behind us. I was now lying on the cold concrete floor in 2 inches of pigs shit and urine swilling around my cunt and cock. His strong firm grasp on my hair pulled me to my feet and then released me to push me forward. He took a horsewhip from above the door and started to poke me in the back.

“You're a nothing, a nobody. The dirt under my fingernails is worth more than you. And so, I will treat you. You must crawl through the shit and piss; the pigs will fuck you rotten. Your body will ache. Like a pig you're going to dig in the dirt. You will suffer. I'm going to kick you in the balls, you. In short: I'll break your pride ...”

“On your knees and crawl through the shit.”

The pigs grunting in their pens and the stench is overwhelming, as I progress on all fours out of the worse of the stagnant shit onto the main concrete alley between the pens. Separated by simple low brick walls with a wooden gate to each pen. On my knees I can see nothing of the pigs in their pens just the filthy cement floor and breezeblock walls.

This new treatment was totally unexpected and threw me completely but feeling the dirt and shit on my clean pristine silky skin excited me, as the intense smell flooded my nostrils giving the sensation of a euphoric drug stimulating my senses.

My cock was hard again, swinging between my thighs as I was struggling to progress on all fours, his whip poking me incessantly one side to the other. Now he was pulling me by the hair and forcing my head down to the ground, “nose to the ground, back curved and ass up, it’s your cunt we need to see you shit,” he shouted as he gave me a whip straight down the Khyber and stinging my balls.

To the left I heard him open a door to one of the pens, as it scraped awkwardly on the concrete, he kicked it to ease its opening against the heap of straw inside. He dragged my head in direction of the open door “in you go and show your ass to this boy all the time.”

I advanced into the pile of straw with my nose to the ground basically blind to my surroundings just concentrating on keeping my back curved and ass in the air. I could however hear the animal whose living space I was violating, and he didn’t sound particularly friendly. The pen door shut loudly behind me and I heard the metal latch being drawn. The smell of the fresh straw mingled with the sweet smell of urine and shit was filling my head. I could feel my hands landing on large puddles of shit and pig’s piss through the prickly straw.

The whip was back in action poking my ribs and butt inciting me forward into the corner. My new companion was snorting loudly sniffing my armpits and moving his moist warm snout down towards my crotch, forcing my hip up with his powerful head to gain access to smell my erect cock and dangling balls. He was, I guessed, about my size and weight with considerably more strength than me, capable of lifting my body against the pen wall, “turn your back to him, you stupid cunt,” my new teacher encouraged me.

The pig’s snout was now firmly interested by my inviting little hole, sniffing roughly and forcing against my rear and balls, I could feel his warm moist respiration over my skin, he was becoming more and more excited pushing and shoving then suddenly raising his front paws up onto my shoulders, bringing his full weight to bear and forcing my shoulders down. I started to feel his snake like prick swinging around between my cheeks and I moved my ass from side to side to put my cunt in his way and ease his anticipated penetration.

His prick was long thin and twisted searching desperately an entry, the head feeling out a warm space to force its way through and I felt it close to home sliding around touching the sensitive tissue around my filthy cunt, AHHH he has found his space and like a sharp insidious worm he penetrates as deep and as quickly as he can, what an incredible sensation to feel this snake inside me and the weight of the pig on my shoulders. His whole body is now in an uncontrollable urge to penetrate as deep as possible and I raise my haunches to assist the act and ease the way, I feel his snake tickling the depths of my rectum, what ecstasy, I tighten the muscles round my sphincter to retain his trembling prick. He quickens his movement as he approaches orgasm and his pressure on my shoulders becomes more violent and painful from his paws blending with the intense pleasure.

My cock was rigid and hard as my friend withdrew and stuck his snout one more time into my cunt to check his work, he seemed satisfied and went off to the far corner of the pen. I myself felt so happy and self-content, my cunt had served its purpose for the very first time, being fucked by a pig was in my mind gigantic.

The stroke of his whip struck on my left hip, bringing me back to my role, “Come on you fucking lazy cunt of a slut, get out of there and on to the next customer.” With that I turn toward the gate and quickly move out through the open hatch.

He ushered me from behind with his whip down the corridor some 15 metres where the next pen door was open and I quickly went in with my nose to the ground, as I crawled past him he leaned over and slapped my ass and grabbed my balls, squeezing painfully making me react, trying to wriggle free, I roll onto my back and squeezed my thighs to encourage him to release me. “Fucking stupid bitch, stop moving, settle down and let me play,” “but please sir you are hurting me, I’ll do as you want, please don’t hurt me like that.”

“Oh my god a whinging whiner, go on get inside and I’ll deal with you later.” I quickly got back on all fours and crawled into new straw filled pen. This one was larger and cleaner, but my new friend was considerably bigger, almost three times my size as he lay spread out on the floor. “Get over next to him, lick his prick for fucks sake, don’t just look at him.” Were my instructions. I approach him a little wary of his size, I moved my head towards his sleeping cock and posed my lips on his body and allowed my tongue to caress his pouch. I could feel it stir slightly and the tip starting to emerge, I encouraged it some more and soon had several centimetres of his thin whirly snake like prick out. The pig stirred, and I moved to offer my ass to him, he immediately accepted the offer, placing his front paws around my hips and placing his torso on my back. I had the sensation of his body completely overwhelming me, his prick was going all over the place, so I passed my hand between my legs to guide the twisted curly prick to my cunt, he forced penetration and after several frantic jerks into the depths of my ass, he was done.

My superb athletic body was starting to ache, as I crawled down the corridor humiliated and covered in pig’s spunk, piss and shit. My beautiful auburn mid length hair caked with drying excrement, but my humiliation was not finished. As we reached the end of the pig pens and into a larger barn area and I saw Mister John at the entrance with his camera clicking away. My teacher stopped me and told me to sit. He dropped his cotton slacks down to his knees and pointed his large long thick uncut cock at my face. “Take my cock in hand you worthless bastard.”

My hand was on his solid if placid cock and I instinctively grasped it tight and drew back the foreskin to show his head covered in cock cheese and release the smell of stale urine, he drew closer and I could see the thick forest of greying pubic hairs formed around his crotch. A powerful stream of golden urine started to flow from him and hit me in the face and on the nose, it was hot as it ran down my face and touched my lips, the smell filled my nostrils as I tasted the sour sweet strength of his elixir, my hand guiding his jet I pointed it all over my head and hair enjoying the sensation of total filthy public humiliation, hearing the camera in the background. He advanced and took my head between both his hands and forced it upwards towards his penis and thrust it to my lips, I opened my mouth and took his flow at the back of my throat trying to swallow but most was spilling out down my body, his cock head was now in my mouth, I could taste the granular white cheese on my tongue mixed with his urine. I shut my eyes to concentrate as his cock, although placid and not even close to erection was filling my mouth, I knew there was more to come. He withdrew to continue his pissing stream down my chest and onto my half erect cock.

“Now clean me up good and proper,” as his cock came back to my mouth. I made every effort to please him. He then turned around to offer me his thick round buttocks spread wide for me to lick clean his crack and hole.

For the first time in my life I was doing things I had never even imagined possible and as I progressed, I found a deep satisfaction in giving my body and soul to the service of my superiors.

In the large barn space, I was allowed to stand in the centre and given a bucket of clean water and small sponge, to clean myself up in front of the two men. When I was done a small donkey was brought in and handed to me to walk around with in front of the camera. As I dried off and gathered pace with the donkey I started to warm up and enjoy posing for pictures, my cock was getting excited again, jumping up and down.

“Good boy now get the donkey as horny as you are, dumb slut,” I didn’t quite know how to do that but used my basic intuition caressing its head and stroking its flanks and underbelly gradually making my way to its genitals. The animal seemed used to this and stood steady for me to work on him. After a couple of moments, I could feel his cock start to react in its shaft, as its large head appeared and as I insisted it grew longer and longer to almost a foot long, my fingers working its whole length and other hand concentrating on its head.

“On  your knees cunt and show this donkey you are his slave, I want to see his cum all over your slut face,” I dropped to my knees and placed myself just to one side and placed his long large oddly shaped head into my mouth, the taste was similar to that of my teacher’s but perhaps more salty sour, it was not uncomfortable and my hands were holding the full length as I tried to take more in my mouth.

The donkey’s cock was long and large, but I was determined to show my Masters what I could do, and how I knew to swallow cock. I kept my tongue low and tight to the bottom of my pallet, I breathed deeply through my nose and advanced slowly on this delicious cock, I felt it reach the rear of my throat and touch my tonsils, the most difficult part was getting through this stage, forcing myself to relax breath, I forced centimetre by centimetre passed my gullet, resisting the choking feelings and it was into my throat, I was elated at my success and continued deeper and deeper. My hands were working hard on the shaft as I withdrew from my mouth, I felt the animal quiver and felt the surge of sperm coming and then felt the hot abundant jet of donkey cum hit my forehead starting to trickle down my face, my hand on his prick felt the following squirts coming and I dropped my head and felt the warm wet cream fill my hair, my head was covered in his sperm that dripped down my neck.

Mister John and his friend seemed very pleased with my performance and that made me feel proud of what I had achieved. I stood up and feeling extremely dirty and sticky all over followed John back to the car where I was told to get into the boot. It was a fairly large boot and didn’t trouble me, so I settle in easily, content to go over in my mind my farm boy training.

The car drew to a halt after about 15minutes and several final complicated manoeuvres, I heard some muffled conversation between John and what I think was two other people. The boot opened and I saw a tall fat middle aged man with a well worn black tee shirt, scruffy long hair and a short goatee beard offering me a hand to get out.

We walked together through a metal door and down a narrow corridor into a small well-lit and apparently well-maintained sort of workshop that resembled in a lot of ways a hairdressing salon with black leather covered seats and benches in front of various mirrors, with a large number of images on the walls of various types and styles of tattoo. To one side was an en-suite bathroom with massage bench and shower and it was here that my new friend asked me to lie down.

The shower was turned on to allow for little more than a warm trickle to run over my chest. He poured body soap all over me and started to slowly clean me, rubbing backwards and forwards, inspecting every detail. “Turn over, my luv, there’s a pet. Good boy, nice body for a youngster. Pete our Master has left me a list of things he wants and I’m here to make sure he gets what he wants.”

“So, top of the list is a smooth body, so you need always to ensure there is no hair on your body. We are going to shave you down together then dry you off and apply epilation cream all over to take off any residual hair.”

“Then I will shave your head clean and total. Such a nice head of hair, I’m going to enjoy doing that.”

This news hit me like a brick, it was probably the thing that shocked me most, the thought of losing my hair, my chin trembled, and I started to cry and placed my hands over my face. “Please is that absolutely necessary?” I wept.

“Sorry pet, Masters orders, he likes all his special slaves bald and smooth. Better get used to it sonny.” As he continued nonchalantly to wash down my back taking particular care over the buttocks and hole.

“I also need to check your basics are functioning correctly and operate or dilate in accordance then, to finish I will give you your tattoos, slave number on the lower back and a “Pete’s slave” on your right cheek.”

“I hope you’re clear on all that and are not going to give me any problems. OK?”

“Yes,” I sniffled to myself, a tear lingering on my cheek, resigning myself to my destiny. I only now started to understand how I had been led, little by little into a life of submission and crossing the line to slavery. Perhaps I should try and see Mister John and get him to save me from these final brutal constraints.

“Please can I see Mister John, I don’t want to lose my hair and have tattoos, please can you take me to him or have him come here. Please.”

“I thought you’d say that Pet, they all do at some stage, I’ll give John a call and take you over to see him, but don’t blame me for any consequences, it’s all your own fault.”

With that he went next door and I heard him use the telephone. When he returned he simply asked me to follow him.

My mind was in a mess, trying to get a full grasp of what had happen since yesterday evening and now only 18 hours later reduced to slavery and my body being owned and controlled by a series of men all working for one Master Pete whom I had only met briefly on the forecourt of a filling station. I was losing hold of my life, my work, my rugby, my friends, my family everything.

Here was I naked and helpless my body aching from abuse, caning and fucked. My clothes have been burnt and I’ve abandoned my family and now feel a sense of panic as my life slips away from me. I cannot let this happen, get a grip of myself. My hands are trembling, my stomach is taut and my nerves tense, my heart racing and I feel so terribly naked and alone. How can I escape this situation into which I have been drawn and trapped? There appears no real way back and that is what frightens me. A sick and overwhelmingly depressive mood envelops me as I move to follow.

I fear my meeting with John and do not know what to expect as tears once again start to well up in my eyes. I’m telling myself to grow up and behave, act like a grown man an adult which just makes me feel worse.

I follow the large frame of my new playmate as close as possible out of the room and down the corridor about 30 metres until he knocks at a door on the right, from inside comes a loud and clear instruction to enter. He indicates for me to go in placing his hand on my left ass cheek as if to reassure me and then I open the door slightly and slipped into the well-lit room.

It was a small clean room with a small grey metal desk behind which was sat Mister John wearing his usual white shirt and black sweater and looking very official with a wad of paper in front of him a couple of pens and a short 40 centimetre pointed stick. 

The room smelled on sandalwood incense burning in one corner. There were large mirrors on the wall behind Mister John and what little light there was came from a wall socket dangling down the wall.

I felt so nervous, stood there naked wanting to get out.

“Slave Fay?” He said quietly as I stood in front of him “You are slave Fay?” He insisted.

“Yes, Mister John I am slave Fay.” I replied.

“You are Slave Fay. You belong to Master Pete?”

I knew then I was being drawn by my own admission into the trap, so I desperately tried to think my way out.

“Stand up straight and put your hands on your head as you’ve been taught.”

I instinctively reacted, straightening my back raising my arms and taking the pose, I had been taught. My body had been enslaved.

“You are Slave Fay. You belong to Master Pete?”

“Answer me Fay.!” He stood and moved around the desk towards me, I watched his every move as he came closer, I saw him pick up the pointer from the desk grasping it between his two hands.

“I’m Slave Fay and I belong to Master Pete.” My voice trembled as I heard myself say each word.

He was close to me now, coming around behind me, I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear. “Yes, you are Master Pete’s slave, you belong to him, you are nothing else you have no other reason to be.”

“You are his slave and you will obey?”

“Tell me you will obey slave.” Hearing him so close almost touching me, his breath warming my ear, then his finger swept across my hip, “tell me you will obey,” my heart stopped as I heard my response, “Yes, yes, yes, Mister John I will obey.” It is as though I am in an hypnotic trance, incapable of refusing.

“There’s a good boy slave, you see how easy it is, your cock also agrees with you.” I was so angry at my own body’s betrayal.

“Now what have I heard that you have been crying Fay, I can see in your eyes you have shed a few tears, are you sad slave Fay?”

“Mister John, it was when that other man said he was going to shave my head and give me tattoos, you can’t let him do that to me please.?”

“Fay, you cannot cry or shed tears if your Master has not ordered it, so that is your first reason to be punished, secondly you are a slave and your hair does not belong to you anymore it belongs to your Master and finally that beautiful body is not yours it is your Master’s body and he will do as he pleases with it.”

I was now totally overcome with disappointment at his response and tears welled up again in my eyes.

“Don’t cry again Fay you will only make things worse,” It was so difficult for me as I struggled to control myself. “Kiss me Fay.” I turned to my side and threw back my head looking for his lips and tilted my head slightly to kiss his lips, they were warm and enticing, as they parted to let my tongue penetrate, I sensed he wanted a deep passionate kiss as we came closer and I now really wanted to be his and committed my body to him. His fingers ran several times through my hair as if caressing it for the last time.

Then he pulled away, “follow me,” he said and I turned to follow him and he led me back to the tattoo workshop and told me to behave and obey. Afterwards I will take you back to your cell or finish the night together.

This reassured me a little and I abandoned myself into the hands of this artisan. He started with clippers on my hair, I felt my hair dropping away over my shoulders and down my back, a tear running down my cheek.

Once the basic cut done came the close shave, shaving cream spread over my head and sideburns then slowly the razor shaved away each square inch of remaining hair. I didn’t dare look at myself in the mirror, such a strange sight, a bald me.

Various parts of my body were then covered with epilation cream, armpits, chest, abdomen, genitals, forearms, thighs, calves and feet also most special attention to my ass and cunt. After several minutes it started to burn and irritate. My body was then showered off from head to toe, washing away every last bit of body hair. What a peculiar feeling passing my hands over my bald head and arms and rubbing my legs together.

The next stage of preparation was to happen in the other part of the workshop and I thought would be more painful than the haircut. I was told to kneel on one bench and lean easily over the facing bench. Some rather cold liquid was spread over my lower back and soap and water applied to help with the stencil transfer onto my back I then heard the tattooist prepare his needles and ink behind me. More ointment is applied he suggests before starting that I take a nice deep slow breath as the needle starts, it is painful and I try desperately to keep my breathing steady, after a minute or so my skin seems to get used to the pain and it becomes easier to accept. I feel the needle moving steadily round my back and then once the slave number is finished he moves onto underline and complete the decorative support features, then his needle moves down the crack of my ass to form a small arrow. 

This tattoo finished he moves to my right cheek and goes through the same process adding a large circle about 6 cms and then some writing inside. All is complete, and the tattooist has me stand and takes a full-length picture which includes my face in the mirror. The tattoos are then dressed and covered, and I’m advised that Mister John will take on the aftercare service.

My body is now sore all over it is late evening and I look forward to getting back to my cell for some rest.

It was dark outside, I guessed around 9 p.m. as the tattooist takes me back to John’s car and helps me back into the boot. Now I am alone, and I can just let myself go, Releasing all the tension of my first day as a slave.

The car coughed into life and we moved away. I fell into a sort of half daze as the car pick up speed and before long the car came to a halt and I heard John open the gates and drive into the courtyard. The boot opened, and I saw John turn and walk away leaving me to get out of the car.

I climbed out and shut the boot then went to shut the gates. The night air was cool and felt good on my body sending a brief shiver down my spine, I walked slowly back to my cell making the most of the night air before relaxing on my small bed in my cell. Looking upwards through the glass ceiling I saw a light upstairs and Mister John watching me as I lay down on my stomach to avoid too much discomfort from my tattoo. The thought of him watching me, looking at the handy work of his tattooist on my beautiful pure faultless white skin aroused me as I rolled despite the pain to show him my now erect and excited cock. He was still there, I saw his face looking down on my body, he was seated on an armchair with a drink in his hand leaning forward for a better view.

The intercom buzzed rudely, and I heard my instruction “COME”. I jumped from my bed and took the key from the hook on the wall, opened the door and ran upstairs to take my position on the pedestal to pose.

He was still sat in the corner in the armchair over my cell, as soon as I was in place I watched him stand and move towards me posing his glass on the bar as he passed. Still dressed in black with a white shirt almost like a priest, he was tall and slim and quite handsome and walked sensually towards me, I dropped my gaze to avoid eye contact taking up my usual pose, my cock had decided to do the same.

This whole situation was so exciting and aroused me terribly, his fingertips were now gently tweaking my nipples that became hard and erect, my whole body was tense and expectant. He slipped his sweater off over his head and let it drop to the floor. He kick his shoes off to one side and I saw his fine toes and feet. His fingers worked to release the buttons of his cuffs then moved to undo the top button, Then the next revealing his fine neck down to his chest, the next button showed his abdomens fine white skin, he pulled the rest of the shirt out from his slacks and let it drop from his shoulders, he was thin with little muscle and his skin was white and faultless and large outstanding nipples which looked out of proportion in relation to the rest of his anatomy.

He stood now in his slacks and fidgeted in his pocket to remove a small key and placed it on the table. He unbutton the waist belt and slipped down the fly to show a stiff black leather mini brief that was shapeless and did not look at all comfortable, he took off his slacks and I watched him as he took them over to the bar and folded them carefully over the back of a barstool. I watched as he walked and saw he also had a tattoo exactly like mine on his lower back his body was also totally shaved, he looked so sexy and sensual except for those terrible black briefs he was wearing.

He was standing in front of me again and picked up the key from the table and handed it to me rather ceremoniously, “Our Master has allowed me to be free this night and I want you to free me from my chastity. Will you do that for me Fay?”

“Yes Mister John, of course,” I took the key as John turned and I saw the small padlock at the back of his briefs, I inserted the key turned the key and folded back the large stiff straps that held it in place revealing his preen white cheeks and a smart tattoo which read “Pete’s slave”.  The contraption dropped to the floor with a clash as I stroked his tattoo, he turned and to my dismay I saw his large thick cock inside a solid stainless-steel cage held in place by the same type of padlock. The cage looked too small for his size of cock, it covered his balls and cock. I leaned forward and touched it looking to see how it worked or came to pieces, “please just take the padlock off and I’ll help you remove it but don’t excite me it can be painful,” he whispered in my ear.

The padlock opened easily, and I worked to free what turned out to be a long, large and thick uncut cock, which like his nipples seemed to out of proportion with the rest of his body.

He let me fondle his cock for a while, it really amazed me to see it and feel it in my hands. It hung to half the length of his thigh and the foreskin was loose and long covering a very pronounced head. It was as thick as small tree trunk and his balls hung down a good four inches. This guy was just so awesome, I could not believe my eyes or stop staring at him. His ultimate action was to take off his wig and hand it to me. He too was a slave just like me, now I felt so much better deep inside and proud to be Master Pete’s slave too.

He walked over to the shower looking so hot swinging his ass, I could see his cock swaying from right to left it was so beautiful, as I returned to my pose on the pedestal.

We watched each other from a distance, I was obsessed with his magnificent cock that hung so beautifully between his thighs with that well shaped bell head covered with supple foreskin it had placed some hypnotic spell on me I could think of nothing else. It is all I have ever wanted and yearned for, but would he let me close to it, to touch it, caress it, embrace it, care for it…

He finished his shower and was drying off, continuing to watch me. He dropped his towel and walked towards me again and lay himself on his side along the couch in front of me spreading his legs and started stroking himself gently the length of his cock, I saw the body of his cock react with a jerk as it began to harden and expand the foreskin was tightening and the bell head making a way for itself poking out from under the foreskin cover. What a spectacle. My own meagre cock started to react in consequence as I changed position.

He intimated for me to come down from my pedestal and kneel beside him, placing myself directly in front of his almost erect cock, my hands on my knees and eyes still fixed on the spectacle before me.

“You may embrace my cock Slave but do it slowly and do it well or I shall punish you.”

I did not need to be prompted and approached my head keeping my hands on my knees, my lips opened over the tight full bell head that offered itself to me, it was smooth and warm like silk slightly moist with a taste of salt cream, it tasted good as I licked it all around, turning my mouth around it, I managed to take it in my mouth. My tongue worked hard on his bell finding the very sensitive split where the foreskin attaches at the back to send the tip my tongue into every crevices and fold of this wonderful monster. I let it settle then pulled away and back again developing quantities of saliva to spread, pushing my tongue through his urethra separating his head, my lips clasped firmly around the head. Back and forth his bell head was my one fixation and I was exulting in every movement.

His extravagant cock was now solidly erect and was rock hard and rigid like a staff, I raised my hands from my knees and placed them gently on the beast, one at the base and the other just above, the girth was larger than my grip and my hands had enough space under the bell head. I held on to it, moving it around like a large toffee apple in my mouth, it throbbed in my hands feeling heavy and wieldy, his perfectly smooth body and balls exaggerated the impression of this monster cock that felt so good in my hands.

I knew in my mind that I had to take all this cock, all the way in mouth and cunt and I knew it was going to be awesome, I was so excited and if this is what slavery means then I’m a slave and my tearful episode this afternoon was pushed to the back of my mind.

Trying to deep throat this hunk of meat was going to be a challenge but one I was desperate to take on. Holding with both hands I pushed my mouth over the bell and moved slowly down his rigid staff, lubricating as much as possible on the way, he was at the entrance to me gullet and I was controlling my breathing through the nose and flattening my tongue to my lower pallet, his cock was stretching my mouth and I felt the pressure increase steadily on my throat, it was good to feel him, his bell head passed my throat and I continued to entice it to penetrate deeper and deeper, my breathing through my nostrils was good and steady, I felt really relaxed and managed to control any instinct to gag, this was great at halfway I opened my eyes to see his abdomen getting closer and closer, at last a final push and my nose was against his pubic mound, I was still good and tried to hold my position, then to swallow and tighten my throat around his cock, entice an orgasm, I pulled slowly back then thrust forward again to pound my face into his stomach, it was ecstasy, I was so proud to be there.

Then he held my head and withdrew, the pulled my face to his face and kissed my deeply and passionately, I think he was happy with his new recruit.

I was so confident now knowing I could take his large cock, I wanted to taste his juice and feel his orgasm inside me, he had a talent for knowing just what was going through my head and pushed my head back to his cock but this time it wasn’t me in control it was him and his two hands controlling the process, I had time only to calm myself and relax my throat and breathing as he positioned his hands around my ears to the back of my head, placed his cock on my lips and thrust into my willing mouth, a push further he was in my gullet and one withdrawal then a thrust forward and constant pressure until my face was again in his pubic mound, twice more and I felt his cock throbbing violently and the pressure from his hands holding me to him and his juice was pumping down his shaft into me, he moaned loudly and thrust into me with all his force until his climax was achieved, I remained still for several instants before slowly withdrawing and cleaning up behind me.

It was such pleasure handling and playing with his toy I just couldn’t leave it alone as John tried to doze off. He flicked me away like a fly, but I would continue trying to touch his inspiring cock.

The telephone rang, and John jumped abruptly to spring across the room to answer it before it rang a second time, “Hello, Yes Master… I’m here with him now, he’s doing well and settling in after his first day of slavery Master.” “Thank you Master, yes he has reacted well and commits to his duty well, he worked well at the farm, has his tattoo and body shave and knows well how to suck my cock Master…”

“Tomorrow I meet his mother again and pick up the rest of his things…” “yes Master I’ve talked to her Five times on the phone already and she is receptive, quite easy to manipulate and obedient…. Well Master I have her waiting on my calls, I know exactly when her husband is out of the house and on my last call, she says she’s prepared to pose in a bikini for me Master…  of course, I will get something compromising Master…”

“Master the boy should be good for market in time, I understand we have some interested parties Master?”

“Thank you Master, I will give him some food now and settle him down for the night with a butt plug medium as a starter…. Yes Master…. I will Master…. I am your most devoted slave and pay you homage Sir.”

I had returned to my pose position and had followed the one ended discussion from a distance and was excited by Mister John’s devotion to his Master showing reverence in every respect, but I didn’t quite grasp the sense of underlying fear.

Somehow, I didn’t relate to the part about my mother as it took time to sink in. My mother is a striking, attractive woman in her early forties who like dressing up, going to the cinema, or dancing and she liked a drink from time to time she is also very chatty and loves to hear and share the village gossip. I thought Mister John and I were going to pick up my things together.

It was now around 11 p.m. I guessed, and I was getting tired from a long and eventful day, as John hung up and turned to me making a sign for me to join him.

We embraced, and my hand slid up his thigh to find his awesome cock, and my other hand holding his neck pressing his lips to mine…” now we need to put some ointment on that tattoo of yours, get you a bite to eat and get you ready for the night.” Smiled Mister John as he slipped into a pristine white thong that hugged perfectly his sexual organs and a black skin-tight singlet and slipped into some black leather slip-on slippers. He looked so sensual as he tied my two thumbs together with a cable tie, “ouch!” I said lightly, “that’s a bit tight.” I continued. “It’s just for a bit until we get downstairs, don’t fuss my little Fay, have confidence in Mister John, he’s not going to hurt you, you do believe me now don’t you Fay?” he whispered in my ear.

“Tell me you believe me Fay, tell me twice, now, slowly and clearly,” I repeated slowly and clearly twice.

 

We went downstairs together to the “workshop” area as he called it, with the lights blazing, Mister John immediately dressed my tattoos and confirmed that they seemed to be healing well. He walked me to the centre of the room below a beam and chain block, placed wrist straps on then released my thumbs and connected the straps between them, this was quickly attached to the hook on the chain block and John tugged violently on the chain to quickly raise the hook and my wrists with it.

I was suspended off the floor by some 40cms, ankle straps were attached and a 1mtr long spreader bar placed between my ankles. The position was not uncomfortable, but it left me extremely vulnerable. Mister John had brought some cold sausage that he fed me slowly while playing with my balls, I loved to feel his hands on me. He continued feeding me small pieces of sausage with his fingers pushing each morsel into my mouth and onto my tongue, leaving me to suck the sauce from his lingering fingers. Sometimes he would tease me by placing the morsel in the side of my mouth along the gum and the cheek, or push the morsel directly down my throat. Drinking was a sensual mystery using right angle spout and funnel, the spout was about 10cms long and 4cms wide with a rubber mouthpiece and was placed into my mouth and strapped around my neck then a small reservoir and funnel piece were fitted to the end. I soon realised that whatever went into the funnel and reservoir had no other option but to go down my throat.

Water and beer was on tonight’s menu with John giving me a small glass of water, a good pint of bitter beer and a large dose of whisky in rapid succession making me feel quite tipsy.

Feeding time was over and time to get ready for bed as John put it, starting with a large hard leather collar which held my head straight and rigid on my neck and to stretch my neck, this was strapped from the back and carried a number of rings to attach ties and leads to. Not uncomfortable but made moving the head very difficult.

Nipple clamps and connection chain were next with minor weights attached, these were set quite tights and were painful to start and made my titties very sensitive.

The butt plug was just a small to medium size for my first night, but John promised to dilate my cunt as quickly as possible to get me fisted within a few days. This was fun as John loved to caress my butt cheeks and lube my cunt hole deliberately giving my hole a good fuck before leaving the plug in place for the night.

His hands now moved down to my semi erect cock playing with the foreskin before drawing it back as far as it would go, but he noticed that it was still attached to the head and would need a quick operation to release the foreskin completely. I could not see precisely what he was up to due to my neck collar, but I felt some ointment go on that seemed to numb the sensation in my cockhead and then a quick and solid jerk on my cock before cleaning away some blood. Mister John had taken what remained of my innocence.

The next item was two ½ kgs ball stretchers that John placed firmly and tightly on my ball sack and whose weight was drawing down on my balls and foreskin.

Mister John decided on one last item in preparation for my first night as a slave, that was my first meat plug and cockring combined, he showed me the stainless-steel contraption and how it worked, because I would not be able to see it being applied and inserted. I felt his expert fingers squeeze and open the urethra and insert the small bulb end of the 15cms rod and slowly turn and push it down the full length of my penis giving a very warm tickly sensation at the base then the cockring was placed over my bell-head and tightened and fixed to the meat plug.

However obviously John was not quite ready to put me to bed as he strolled over to the end of the workshop to pick up a very long and very thin blueish tinted fibre glass fishing rod. At least 2,5m long of which the last 10cms were frayed and split and on the other end a sort of rope handle. As he walked closer I heard the swish and swirl as he gave a few practice strokes. I was totally helpless, my body was stretched, dilated, squeezed and abused all over and my accumulated fatigue and the alcohol I had been forced to drink was now adding up to too much, and I beg for release, crying to Mister John to help me and let me sleep, tears were welling up in my eyes as I continued to plead.

My cries fell on deaf ears as he strapped around my mouth and forced in a ping pong ball sized gag. The tears were now running down my face as I sobbed and snorted. Then felt the tip of his stick running up and down between my thighs, my pitiful situation becoming more and more evident to me just distressed me further and the tears pouring from my eyes, a sentiment of fear and almost panic but I could do nothing but whimper in the hope of mercy. The triangle former by my crotch, my legs and the spreader bar between my ankles was now the playground for Johns new toy, ringing the dinner gong, the pain was most intensive in the legs just above the ankle straps where there was just enough space to swing the tip with some force, and then of course from the crotch to the spreader bar giving swipes at my stretched balls. He was so obviously enjoying my torture as I caught glimpses of the enormous bulge in his white thong that had difficulty containing his excitement.

Another six wipes across the shoulder blades causing me to twitch violently at each stroke, I was on the verge of fainting when he finally decided to let me down. My hands were unhooked and the gag around my mouth removed allowing him to hold my head in a long embrace over my sore wet lips and saliva soaked chin, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, then grasping my nostrils preventing me from breathing, I shook my body aggressively to shake him away but with no force I felt my body give in and start to collapse. When I came to, with the whiff of glue under my nose I was lying in a heap under the chain block unable to move my hands as my wrists were attached to my collar.

“Get up and go HOME!” was all I heard now as I rolled over to try and raise myself using my elbows and knees, feeling the weights on my nipples stretching and my balls swinging backwards and forwards I struggled desperately to get into the upright position on my knees, then a supreme effort to bring the centre of gravity of my body far enough back to throw myself up from the kneeling position up to standing.

The spreader was difficult to manipulate and painful on my ankles as I tried to turn and manoeuvre my way back to my cell. “Not that way,” he shouted, “take the long way around!” this was going to make the pain last longer and accentuate my frustration.

He was filming and taking photos all the time, taking particular care to capture the suffering on my face and the tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t help sobbing again and immediately he noticed the gag was strapped back in my mouth.

Shuffling step by painful step, swinging from my left foot to my right foot achieving steps of 15 to 20cms each time, my balls stretching and swinging in distress with a deep throbbing pain in my balls at each step.

My suffering only exacerbated by Mister John’s whip hand assailing my back and thighs insisting that I move more and more quickly. My nipples stretching and my concentration to keep my butt plug in place and my cock bouncing up and down with meat plug and cockring making their presence felt.

My neck was fixed and rigid making head movements impossible, I was ready to collapse I finally got back to my cell and stood in front of my bed.

“Sit down slave Fay.” I obeyed without hesitation. He removed my gag then sat down beside me.

“A slave only exists through his Master. Repeat after me I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE.”

“Now keep repeating that to out loud, so that I can hear until I go out the door.

I began repeating “I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE” closing my eyes and trying to push the pain, suffering and humiliation to the back of my mind and think of nothing else but my duty to my MASTER.

“Now you can put yourself to bed and I will lock your cell door. I will wake you for your exercise’s tomorrow morning at 6:00a.m. Good night slave Fay.

I carried on with my repetition until I saw him leave through the door to go upstairs, then with considerable relief I lay down on my poorly sprung camp bed looking up through the glass roof to the playroom upstairs. Aching all over, I could not resist the temptation to whimper and try to close my eyes and cry myself to sleep. The lights went off and the only source of light was from upstairs through the skylight, as my eyes opened again, I had a blurred vision of Mister John lying stretched out on the glass floor facing me wearing a skimpy bright flowery blue, pink and yellow two-piece bikini. From the bottom piece comprising a tiny triangle held in place by a pink ribbon strap tied on either side in a bow knot, and him with his enormous cock and hanging out of the side. The matching top just covering his nipples and ribbons tied around the neck and back. Very, very sensual. My cock sprang into action regardless of the discomfort and I heard the intercom switch on and Mister John spoke low and slow to me looking for my response, “Fay are you happy to be your Masters slave?” I responded immediately “Yes, I am happy to be my master’s slave, I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE!”

“Do you like what I’m wearing Fay?”

“Yes, Mister John it’s very exciting and I love your cock.”

“That’s good Fay because I’m taking your mother to the farm tomorrow and she is going to be posing for a few photos for me wearing this very bikini. You are so pleased about that aren’t you Fay?”

I was speechless….” Fay, FAY, did you hear me?”

“I hear you Mister John, yes I’m pleased about it.” I stammered trying to hold back my emotions.

“Yes, slave you are pleased about it, of course you are because if you weren’t your mother might well become a very hard-working slut whore at my disposal in less than 2 days.”

“What say you slave?”

“I am my master’s slave.” I answered trying to avoid direct committal about my mother.

“Not good enough Slave, you want your mum to show her hairy cunt to every man that wants it…don’t you slave? Now say that nice and loud to prove to me what an obedient slave you are, or else….”

I could resist no longer, and I cried as I replied, “I want my mum to show her hairy cunt to every man that wants it.”

“Very good Slave, now what else do you have to say, think of something nice to say about your mum wearing this bikini at the farm tomorrow, be inventive and horny…”

I paused slightly to think but John never gave me the time, shouting down the intercom for a response.

“I…I don’t really know Mister John; my mum isn’t like that…I don’t know what to say…”

“Think of something now that is so dirty and depraved, or I’ll come down there directly to give you the thrashing of your life…I’ll give you three seconds….” John started to count, and my mind was clutching at ideas.

“My mum should be stripped naked in the forest and made to fuck with a wolf!” I managed to at last come up with before he reached the count of three a little relieved.

“Well done slave now another one…quickly”

“She should be fucked by a gang of monkeys.”

“Now, now, slave you need to elaborate more…. What was she wearing? Where is she… how many monkeys.”

A pause then “I think you want me to come down and beat you while I’m wearing your mother’s bikini. Don’t you slave?”

“No Mister John, she’s wearing a thin cotton dress and there are ten monkeys in a tiny cage with her and she’s being fingered in all her holes, by all of them.”

“OK then slave enough for tonight, think on that and we’ll call your mother tomorrow morning at 6a.m. and confirm everything with her and I’ll play her back the recording of your voice…. ha, ha, ha I’m sure she’ll be so happy to hear you.”

My night was anxious and my sleep fitful trying to get into comfortable positions to sleep and thinking through how John had manipulated me and taken full mental control of me and a body that was no longer mine. There was no apparent way out, I knew now that I should forget my previous life and commit to a new non-life as it now evolved. My mind and body belong to my new Master Pete, I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE. My memories slip away, no longer serving purpose and hope drains away for the future.

How can I now engage and please my new Master to ensure he is happy and content, how do I achieve maximum satisfaction for him. What does he want from me?

He likes a silky-smooth body all over, he wants my holes accessible and easy, deep throat well mastered and without hesitation and full descent to the absolute hilt and beyond. He likes to discipline and control I must crave his punishment and solicit his domination.

I must worship him above all else and submit to his every whim.

I AM MY MSTERS SLAVE, is becoming engraved on my psyche and sub-conscience.

The lights flash on as I stir from a perturbed sleepless night, and the intercom reminds me it is 6’o clock in the morning. Surprisingly I have a healthy erection and I’m dying for a pee. I stagger to roll out of bed and piss into the bucket under my sink, a solid flow comes out of the end of the meat plug into the plastic a nice clear yellow jet and continues for what seems like forever.

Mister John strolls into the workshop in the bikini he was wearing last night and looking very sexy he unlocked my cell and gently removed the spreader bar and releasing my ankles, then the ball stretchers, the meat plug oh such a relief, the nipple clamps fall away leaving the tips extremely sensitive to touch then his fingers pry to remove the butt plug that I feel slowly withdraw with noises of shit and fart and release of the sphincter Humm and John brings the sweet smell of shit under my nose and forces it into my mouth for cleaning which I do with visible delight that seems to please him very much.

Then the bucket of my own piss is poured delicately over my shaven head for my first shower of the day.

With my collar and wrists still attached we walk upstairs together and over to the bar where he hands me the telephone “you will now call your mother and tell her that I will come by to pick up your things at one ‘o clock that she is to help you by packing your things and giving them to me because you cannot come home today but if she comes with John she can see me here or something similar. Then you will tell her that I’ve been nice to you and that she must do as she’s told, and you’ll see her later. OK? Understood,” I nodded agreement and he dialled the number.

The conversation went well, and mum made no difficulties agreeing to do as I asked and meet John later in the day. She asked to speak with John, but I just explained that he was in the shower and would call back later. She also asked if John had asked after her and what he was like she thought he sounded kind and gentle and he ask to take her photo that seemed so gallant of him. I agreed with her and suggested she could have every confidence in him and her cooperation would help me considerably in my new job with his company. She reassured me by confirming she would do everything she could to help me. The call concluded with her reminding me to ask John to call her back.

Mister John, who had heard the whole conversation had an enormous smile on his face and told me he was very happy with me, leaning over to kiss me, I felt so proud to have pleased him and given him just what he wanted.

“Now I’m going to call your mother back and you are going to suck my cock while I talk to her.”

I knelt in front of him with a little difficulty as my wrists were still attached to my collar and my mouth closed on his cock hanging out of the bikini bottom, his hand placed on my shaved head guiding my mouth and lips.

 

“Hello Jean this is John here, have to excuse me I was naked under the shower creaming and shaving myself down, how are you this lovely morning great to hear your voice again, what are you wearing?” after a slight pause he continued “Oh Jean don’t worry your head about that your son has just gone out to walk the dogs, so what have you decided to wear today when I come to fetch you…. Hmm sounds lovely, and underneath? ….. but that’s the most important part…. Don’t forget you promised to pose for me in a bikini that I’ve chosen specially for you…. yes of course just you and me…as already promised Jean… I have it with me already you will simply adore it… and I’ve rented a nice little spot for a great photo shoot you’ll love it, it’s so quaint…. “

My head was working slowly in up to the hilt and out onto the tip of the bulging head, my throat getting into the habit of swallowing this monster cock, I heard the conversation continuing above….

“Yes, it’s so quaint, a farm in the forest the owner is a friend of mine and often rents it out to me for photo shoots. Philip has been there with me already and I took some excellent photos of him wearing some tight silk shorts he looked so sexy and you can see he’s a real man…”   he continued “yes of course I’ll show them to you, you will be so proud. I keep trying to get him to pose for me naked but he’s so reluctant, why don’t you try and persuade him for me.” “What are you telling me he was caught running around with no clothes on when he was just a boy of ten, wow a born exhibitionist, OK then you should be able to make him pose for me…. Great then I’ll have him call you when he comes back. Thanks Jean, see you later.”

“So, slave you are a born exhibitionist since you were ten, a real born slut just destined to become the slave you are,” with that he stood and fucked my face hard and long and pumped his juice way down into the bottom of my throat.

“Now ring your mother back she has something to ask you…”

I stood and took the phone as John dialled the number, “Hello mum it’s me again John tells me you wanted to ask me something?”

“Yes, Son I just wanted to be sure everything is OK between you and John, only he tells me you pose for photos for him, but you don’t like certain poses where you have to take your clothes off. Is that right son? “

“Yes, mum that’s right I thought I shouldn’t, but he’s been so kind to me and I’m sure it will make him really happy and he doesn’t mind being naked in front of me, so I think I’ll accept if that’s OK with you?”

 “Yes, Son that’s fine don’t worry about it, he may want you to do other things as well and he is such a nice man I think we can let him have his way hmm what do you say Son?”

“OK mum that’s great, he will be so happy when I tell him.”

“Good son now, you’ve already seen him with no clothes on?” “Yes mum, most of the time at home. Why?” she continued “well it’s just to know, he must be quite nice?” “well yes I suppose he is, he is very long and big down there.” “Oh, son you are a tease. Look after yourself. Bye.”

John had a beaming smile across his face he was just so happy at what had just happened “now I have her, now, she’s mine for the taking, you were wonderful slave, you and I are going to work wonders.” And he kissed me for so long and deeply. “Now let’s take that collar off and release your hands and put some ointment on your tattoos.”

He slipped out of the bikini and showed his cock to me as if teasing me to take it again.

“Come here on your knees and worship my cock you slut slave.” I wanted to please him again and was on my knees instantly bowing to his cock, “Right, jerk me off and swallow my juice you bitch, my bitch, me cum pump, you make me so hard I’m going to fuck your face until its full.”

My emotions were under control and I felt that I was satisfying my Mister John.

I grasped his rigid cock with both hands and slowly wanked his superb cock steadily maintaining a regular rhythm and caressing his bell head with my lips and tongue, he was enjoying it I could feel as he stretched himself and raised his pelvis up and down. I felt his body start to tremble and harden he was quivering and then his cock exploded spurting his juice strong and hot into my face going up my nose before I could control it correctly and direct it straight into my mouth to catch the remaining spurts, the taste was sublime slightly salty and sticky slimy as I washed it round my mouth before running my tongue over and through it finally swallowing tasting it slip down my throat over my tonsils. Delicious, I must have more, as I tried to encourage more and clean off the rest.

Mister John was in a good mood this morning and life was going to be better for me too. “Better get your daily exercises done and take a shower you have two hours.

My exercises were clear a 10kms run around the forest area first thing from 6 to 7 a.m. then fixed exercises on the benches and floor, sit-ups, bounces, pumps, step ups, weights and general gym workout. All done naked of course except for the run that I did in a pair a flannel shorts and trainers. Wouldn’t really have mattered anyway there was never anyone on the circuit through the woods and moorland.

I always feel good after my daily routine followed by a good hot shower, but today was slightly different in so much as my time under the shower was spent, shaving and cleaning inside and out which took up the rest of my time.

Time’s up and I’m ready in my cell HOME lying down looking up through the glass ceiling, reflecting on my situation having recovered from my general depression during my first 24 hours of slavery. Whilst it had been difficult in parts and painful in other there was nothing, I wasn’t capable of putting up with and I had learned a great deal about myself and the limits to which I would go. It was 10 o’clock in the morning my tattoos were better, and my naked body was in perfect trim. I believe I’m getting bored, I thought.

Mister John was watching me from above passing across the glass floor from time to time to keep an eye on me. I dozed off for a while and woke to hear John come into the workshop dressed in his tight thin yellow slacks that moulded so well to his sensual body and showed his bulging sex off as if transparent,  shaping so well his bell head half way down his thigh, and then that tiny red singlet that revealed his waist and belly button, “Mister John, you look so good, please can I suck your cock, please let me have your juice?” I begged, “No, Fay I am going out now to meet your mother and pick up your things, while I’m gone, you will work on that cunt of yours with this butt plug,” he handed me a long large black rubber butt plug much bigger than the previous one then added,” make sure it’s in by the time I return.” He walked over to the small kitchen area and opened and emptied a can into a stainless-steel bowl and took a six pack of large beers out of the fridge then brought it all over to me, sliding the bowl under the door and the can of beer he rolled under the door one after the other. “You get all that finished and clean, and work your nipples too, bitch, cock is for dessert after a good caning you deserve, now kiss my feet slave.” He kicked off his sandals and I sucked each and every toe individually as if they were his cock. After 5 minutes he took my cell key off its hook on the wall and walked away then I heard him get into the car and drive away.

I had some food he left me in a dog bowl, simple cold green beans and I struggled to get through the six large stout beers he left and felt bloated and drunk by the time I’d finished, pissing regularly and stumbling around my cell in a drunken stupor before collapsing on my bed for a couple of hours 

I didn’t see John again until early evening just as the sun was going down and he invited me upstairs to join him with the cane. I was still in an alcoholic trance as I bent over to get in position, but it was proving to be more difficult than I thought. Grasping my ankles and standing still without moving was a real challenge and John was losing patience.  I received my first stroke straight across my buttocks and shouted out “STROKE 1,” the caning was painful but the alcohol was helping to support the pain so I asked John to please continue, “I need to be disciplined Mister John, please cane me again,” he did not need to be asked twice and struck again. The pain was sharper and more even, “STROKE 2” I shouted and so on until we reached 5 strokes and my buttocks were surely bright red by now. “Well, slave I suppose you would like another stroke?” he questioned, I knew now the answer he wanted, and I replied simply “yes Mister John I need another stroke please.” The last and final stroke came across my lower back just below my tattoo and was the most painful of all.

“That butt plug is good for you, its suits your cunt so you’ll wear all the time until the next size up.

After we lay together on a couch and he made me drink some whisky with him, and I sucked his cock and listened to every detail of his afternoon with my mum.

He arrived at the house just after one o’clock and let himself in using my key, being careful not to disturb anything and hoping to creep up on Jean, who was, as he had expected, upstairs getting ready and preparing my things. He watched her through the banister rails as she looked at herself in the long mirror in the bedroom, she was wearing a light white cotton dress that clung to her body and was quite transparent showing her ample breasts and showed the line of her bra and the line of her oversize knickers and shapely bum. She ran her hands gently over her body and liked what she saw in the mirror, she span around so her dress flew up and showed her fine legs and thighs. He stood watching her for several minutes feeling his cock stiffen as she moved around in front of him unaware of his presence. His cock was tightly held by his small sized slacks, but his bulge was growing significantly.

Finally drawing her attention, he whispered “hello Jean, nice to see you.” that made her jump, surprised that he had been able to get in the house without knocking, then realised he must have taken the key from her son. “Goodness, how long have you been there watching me?” she asked. He replied with a smile and a wink “Oh, quite long enough and you are a fine-looking woman.” She smiled back and blushed slightly. He walked up to the landing to join her and to pick up my things. She asked after me and wanted to know if I was OK.

John explained to me with a certain delight, how he had stood in front of her with his hands on his hips fingering his belly button and watching her eyes move feverishly up and down his body finally fixing her stare on his hardening cock. He then had said to her “Jean what’s wrong, do I have a stain, are my flies open?” She was so visibly embarrassed that he made the most of the situation. I am so terribly sorry Jean I didn’t mean to upset you.”

After a slight pause Jean gather her calm and was able to look up at him again straight in the eyes, then he seized his opportunity and raised his voice and assumed control of the situation, ordering her directly to turn around to show him the dress, then he barked for her to come closer to him and without realising it she was letting him dominate her, she took one step forward. From that moment forward he knew he had won the struggle for domination.

She took another step towards him and he was able to place his hand on her neck and run his hands through her hair, she closed her eyes slightly and tilted her head towards his hand, he knew then that she had abandoned herself to him.

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He encouraged her to simply raise her dress and show him her legs as she had done just a couple of minutes before in front of the mirror.

She did as he had told her and raised her dress to mid-thigh, he complimented her simply on her legs and then took out the bikini that he wanted her to pose in suggesting she try it on for size and comfort.

She took the two pieces from him and turned to walk away to the bedroom, and he waited for her on the landing, an instant later she returned bare foot with the bikini tied and fitting her perfectly. He told her how superb she looked and had her walk around him to show off to him. “Come here, let me adjust it for you.”

He adjusted the rear by slipping his fingers just down her crack and grasping the material and pulling up the waist band and so dropping the front to a maximum just above her hair line. She let him adjust and retouch everything without shying away, he re-tied her neck strap adjusting slightly her ample tits then ran his fingertips along the hem line of her cheeks till it was in just the right position, turning her slightly to check the front pubic line was exactly where he wanted it. “That’s perfect for now,” he smiled, “just go and put on a nice pair of black high heels for me.”

He watched as she returned to her room and bent over to rummage in her wardrobe for her shoes, she found the ones she wanted, a pair of fine black leather stiletto heels, then she stood and turned to him for approval  

“Oh, and thanks for talking to your son, he posed for me just as you suggested, and I got some beautiful pictures of him fully naked. He is a fine young man with a beautiful body, you must be very proud of him?”

“Slip your dress over the top and we’ll make a move to the photo shoot.” He picked up the hold-all with my things and moved down the stairs and out to the car. She was dithering in the lounge when he returned, unable to decide to wear a coat or not.

He once again took control telling her to forget it, she was fine just like that.  

The car moved off and out onto the forest road that would lead them to the farm photo shoot. After a few moments he pulled up into a small lay by and told her quite abruptly that on reflection she should take off her dress and just wear the bikini, she was surprised and little dismayed, but he insisted again and even started to unbutton her top, she agreed to do it, and slowly pulled the dress up over her head so now just wearing the delightful little bikini. The dress was picked up and he rolled it into a ball threw it on the floor next to him and pushed it under his seat. He looked her over once or twice and again readjusted the waistline trying to hide a couple of rebellious pubic hairs that had escaped. That’s great he said then added you just need to spread your legs a bit and that’ll be fine, she obeyed without hesitation, and they moved off again.  She placed her hands awkwardly on her knees trying to occupy them, but he didn’t want that, as it spoiled his view, so he ordered her to place her hands behind her neck and once again she obeyed without question.

 

He could see that she was under his control, she shivered a little and tried hard to keep her thighs apart, her apprehension or fear was tangible as they advance across the woodland roads.

She tried vainly to make conversation, but he told her sternly to be quiet, you can see I’m driving. Then she let her hands slip from behind her neck and he called her to order. Telling her that it was best if she does as she’s told for this photo shoot or, otherwise he stood to lose a major contract, and she must understand that. With which she agreed and confirmed she would do her best.

Then again, with the cool temperature she started to shiver slightly and brought her thighs together for warmth, and he told her not to change position. He was bringing her increasingly under his control.

He moved his hand to her and adjusted her bra, brushing his fingers over her breast her nipples were hardening, he liked what he saw.

They drew up at the farm and drove into the courtyard with the dog on a chain barking at them and he parked just beside him as if to frighten her and stop her moving from the car. He put on some rubber boots he had behind him, got out not forgetting to pick up her dress on the way taking it with him. He went to pick up his photo gear from the boot and continued over to the barn to set up. After a couple of minutes he returned and opened the door for her to get out even though she was afraid of the dog, she slipped out in bare feet onto the muddy path and slid along the side of the car to close the door, the dog barked at her, she screamed slightly, and he told her to simply stand still, hands on her head, and wait until the dog went away and he grabbed the dogs chain and pulled him back from her and allowed her to move towards the barn. She had difficulty to step in the mud and stumbled slightly, but she made it safely over to the barn and he released the dog and followed her. He very cleverly made it impossible for her to return to the car without him and locked it, for good measure.

He found her rinsing her feet in a bucket of water she’d found to one side. So, he let her finish then called for her to join him in the centre of the barn, encouraging her, telling how good she looked, and he had the hots for her, drawing her attention to the bulge in his slacks. She laughed nervously but smiled cutely at him and licked her lips slowly and fully.

“She was really hot by now,” he told me, I could see her swinging her hips and bobbing her tits up and down, she just loved that bikini, and believe me Slave boy I know a good slut when I see it.”

Mister John was intent on humiliating me as much as possible, explaining to me each detail of his domination of my own mother with the intent to turn her into a high turnover exploitable all purpose multitask sex whore.

“So, what do you think happened next slave boy?” I understood what he wanted from me as his slave and I responded, “Mister John, what I think happened is that you put her through the pig pen like me.”

“Oh no, slave slut nothing so quick and enjoyable, no slave, this deserves better treatment and total cerebral control, without the possibility to escape. She is already a little anxious, and frightened but I will bring her, with her own consent and at her own request to do things you won’t believe, and she will do it with a smile.”

He served me, yet another large glass of whisky and I was kneeling between his thighs as he held his cock up nice and straight, “give me blow job, nice, slow and easy, put your hands on my hips and then give it head and to the hilt. Make me proud slut, there is nothing in this world more important than the blowjob you are going to give my cock right now and you will time it to last for another couple of hours.”

He continued the vivid account of his afternoon.

That bikini looked so good on her as she came closer and she had such obvious pleasure in wearing it, strutting around fingering the hem and straps continually adjusting the waistband and the bra. Standing bare feet in the hay and mud looked so innocent and sensual. Her dark auburn hair flowed over her shoulders as she played with it, he told her to gather it at the back and tie it off to show off her fine neck.

He walked around her adjusting once again her bra, undoing the necktie to adjust it to the right length, she grasped her breasts by reflex, but he whispered in her ear telling her never to do that again, it was very naughty and made him angry, you will be a nice decent obedient girl for me. Now tell me you understand that. She raised her hands to her neck again and confirmed to him that she understood. Jean, please tell me that it will not happen again, ever. I need to know he insisted.

He boasted to me “you see she needs to know who is in control and feel guilty if she does not do as she’s told. Slave boy! stay longer at the hilt and swallow, yes, I like that you bitch whore.”

 

So now he spent some time adjusting the neck strap, raising it and lowering it to see the effect, her nipples were getting firmer and erect, he encouraged that by sweeping his hands over her as if by accident.

The back strap he loosened allowing her breasts to sink a little and show slightly below the material. He adjusted the bra cups then his hands moved down to the lower piece, The front waistband had a tendency to come up a little so he passed his hands around the back and passed his fingers into the lower hems on either side to pull them backwards drawing down the waist band to the lowest possible position and then forced the tissue up into the crack of her ass to hold it in place and also to define perfectly her butthole crack.

He began the photo shoot all around the open space of the barn and had her turning and twirling, crouching, stretching, caressing herself and she seemed to be really enjoying herself.

“This, slave boy, gets to the good part, getting her to do something she’s not sure about, as I get her to touch herself and catch her off guard.”

He called her in for closer shots and picked up the horsewhip that had been used for me the day before. He walked over to her and asked her if she knew exactly what it was, and do you know what, she took it between her fingers and stroked it gently from one end to the other saying to him that she didn’t know but felt sure that he would explain it to her in detail.

As I continued to enjoy his cock his story was giving him a real boner.

Well, this, Jean my dear is to ensure you do just as I tell you as and when I want and if you don’t then I will have to use it to whip you, and the funny thing is you are going to enjoy it and even ask for more.

She wasn’t quite reassured but teased him by saying that maybe he wouldn’t need it.

You are being a naughty girl already and I think I’m going to use it very soon if you don’t caress your cunt for me, and he pointed the end of the whip on her cunt, running it back and forth as she gently closed her eyes and slipped her fingers down the front and started to gently massage her clitoris. He encouraged her with flattery and compliments. You need to spread your legs a bit more OK that’s good as he continued his photos.

They moved closer and closer to the back of the barn that was less well lit where the pigs were kept, and the stench was so much more intense. He moved closer to her and untied her bra, she didn’t flinch at all, then the back strap and he put the top in his pocket. Her tits were swinging free, his hand slipped down and pulled the bow from the hip and the bottom fell to the floor revealing her well-groomed tuft of pubic hair. He bent to pick up the cloth and put it in his pocket.

She was standing naked in front of him, and she was visibly enjoying it. Running her hands through her hair and over her breasts.

 

 

The telephone rang, and he went to the wall to pick it up. It was the owner of the farm who wanted to know how he was getting on and he answered, quite nonchalantly, that Jean was a fine-looking mature woman who was enjoying the photo shoot and doing very well. He turned to watch her as he spoke, he continued yes it didn’t take too long and she’s naked in front of me now, lovely body, nice tits and nice red-hot little cunt you would love it George. She looked so surprised but, in some way, flattered and waved her hand at him as if to slap his bottom. Oh yes and that reminds me George she seems very happy playing with your horsewhip, she was horrified that he had shared that with someone else... That’s fine George we’ll wait for you, about ten minutes is fine, oh and don’t tell anyone else yet I need to run it by Pete first. OK. See you, and he hung up. She looked a little frightened and kept repeating to herself “oh that’s not fair, he shouldn’t have said that, I did that only for him…” 

He turned to her and explained it was only the owner of the farm and he was on his way down, be here in about 10 minutes. He’s a real nice guy, he’s met your son already and likes him a lot, he should have him for a couple of weeks later in the month. He is very demanding and can be quite cruel, won’t take any fuss and like me must be obeyed. We drank a few glasses of wine to calm her nerves and encourage her obedience.

Oh, I forgot to thank you for having persuaded your son to pose naked for me, he’s a great model and enjoys doing as he’s told and all because of you. If you hadn’t said anything, I think I would have lost him. Would you like to see some photos? She was getting a little tipsy by now and nodded her agreement and they both walked together over to the car, he opened the boot and slipped the bikini in with the other things and Jean was at ease now naked and after a few drinks. I took out an envelope with several large format photos of you her son. She was totally aghast to see my new look and seeing me suspended from the workshop ceiling or in my cell. She looks at him terrified. I calmed her down and she giggled when she learnt that you had asked to be tied and naked.

She was enjoying her own nudity in the middle of the courtyard strolling around in front of me with her hands on her head making herself at home.

He is a good boy and does exactly what he is told, and you must do the same thing Jean, do you understand otherwise I can make your son’s life a living hell. Tell me you understand.

She nodded to say she had understood and would comply to his demands provided he watched out for her son. But of course, Jean you can trust me.

 She went through all the photos one after the other and then went through them again touching them with the tips of her fingers and then dropped her hand to her hot wet little cunt and started to tease her clitoris as she looked at your photos.

You can keep them if you wish, now, let’s get back to the barn and remember, you be good to George. He will be training your son for two whole weeks and I can assure you he can be very cruel if he is not satisfied or if you do not behave or obey him correctly. so just be nice to him. Your son is a very handsome young man and he appeals to a lot of men and he enjoys that. You must be proud of him Jean, she agreed with him and smiled proudly.

They finished their glasses of wine returned to the barn and the photo shoot, but her mind was far from her pose.

A car drove into the courtyard and started the dog barking again, we heard the car door slam and a gruff voice shouting at the dog to “shut its fucking gob…” then the dog yelped as he received a kick and returned to its kennel.

We heard him in his rubber boots come sloshing across the yard and rounded into the barn. “So, John nice to see you again, how is that young faggot of yours coming along, he looked in good shape yesterday, you’ll have him ready for me from the 30th uh? You’ll bring him here of course, can’t wait to get my hands on him.”

“Yes George of course all is arranged, I spoke to Pete earlier and there’s no problem.

Now, let me introduce you to Jean, the woman I spoke to you on the phone about earlier, “Jean come here.” He ordered.

She put her hands on her head and walked slowly and deliberately towards them keeping her body straight and legs in line one foot after the other. She was so obviously trying to seduce this man, she put out her hand for him to shake, but he looked at her with disdain and told her “fuck off, who does this fucking bitch think she is, John for god’s sake can’t you train these cunts of yours properly before you put them in front of me.”

He apologised profusely saying she was new and had not had a chance to learn the niceties of her role. “Just stand there Jean and do as you are told.” He advised. She tried to apologise but it just made the situation worse and she received a full-face slap that threw her sideways. She was shaken and quickly tried to resume her position before he had a chance to repeat the gest.

George then told John to get his gear off, which he did immediately, and George had no hesitation in grasping his enormous cock.

“Give me that fucking horsewhip you tart and stand over there in the gap between the pigsties,” he told her, “that’s it right there, now, lean over the pen and spread your legs, you know John I’ll bet you she’s really good and wet just waiting for a good fucking cock.”

Without hesitation he took the horsewhip, walked over to her and lashed out, striking her right across the lower back, she winced and folded her knees squirming slightly, she turned and he caught the glimpse of a smile, “you see John she’s in love with this fucking whip, her eyes are begging for it, look at her I bet her cunt is dripping,” she drew hers legs up straight again and braced herself against the wall, the whip slashed through the air again and caught her right on her buttocks and you could hear the tip of the whip hit home, this time she winced and squirmed and saw her legs trembling at the knees, still she turned and smiled almost daring him to continue, forming a kiss with her lips, without hesitating he struck again then again and again…then John suggested he might stop for a while to let her recover. “You a fucking wimp John, look at her she’s loving it, every stroke. You go over there, and you stick that cock of yours straight up her dripping wet cunt then I’ll stop.”

My head was spinning from the alcohol and, yet my mouth was dry sucking Mister Johns cock, “you see slave Fay, the problem here is that George knows very well that Master Pete doesn’t allow me to fuck female cunt so there is not much hope for your mother, she is going to take a real whipping, but take heart she seems to enjoy it.”

The whip came down for yet another stroke on her buttocks and she continued to squirm, he walked over to her grabbing her hair from the back and running his fingers over her cunt, penetrating three fingers and lifting her off the floor slightly, “oh my fucking god, she is so shit hot John just come and feel her, her cunt is dripping, and look at her nipples as hard as bullets, bet you love me doing that don’t you slut?” She just smiled back at him almost challenging. He dragged her by the hair to the centre of the barn and had her stand straight with her arms in the air and on her toes then he moved back a step to face her, then struck directly at her clitoris only just missing, he walk to her again, “give me a target you bitch, open your legs and hold open your cunt, let me get a good look at your red hot clit…crouch down a touch… there that’s better.” And he rubbed and tugged at her clit, so he could at least see it better. One, two, three strokes and he hit home, she cried out.

Then he lashed out at her nipples and tits her thighs. When he finished with her, she was not smiling quite as much.

He dragged her back to the pig pens and threw her directly in with the pigs up to her waist in pig shit and piss. Leaving her there and passing John on his way out saying that he needs to improve, and that newbie had better fucking perform.”

He got up and dressed then went to find Jean in the pig sty where she was wallowing in the cool muck as he helps her to stand. Despite what had happened she asked simply if George had been satisfied with her performance. He reassured her as he took her through to the barn area to wash. He had warned her that George was not the easiest of customers, but strangely that did not seem to worry her. In fact, she was quite calm, and she commented that George was not as harsh as she had feared. She washed herself down and they walked back to the car together, he gave her dress back which she slipped into it and we drove back to the house where I drop her around 5 o’clock before her husband came home.

Tomorrow I’ve agreed to call her to be sure she’s understood her future role, and when you go for your session with the farmer, for your mothers’ sake you had better be good.

“So, there you have it my slave, the whole story, and you know what, Fay, she was actually content with her experience and I told her we would try another photo shoot next week.”

His cock was still in my mouth His attention was now drawn to the butt plug he had asked me to wear.

My cunt throat was now about to become the centre of Mister Johns attention.

It was now almost ten in the evening as John took me with him down stairs to the workshop. “Go shower and wash inside and out.”

He was preparing what I came to know as my stool. A scaffold structure designed specifically to maintain the slaves’ head at the right height and position to permit his mouth and throat to be fucked at will and in depth.

My stool was a simple, steel, three-legged triangular stool with two wheels to facilitate its movement, a sturdy angle iron welded up the back which provided leverage to tip the stool onto its castors, it also served to strap the slaves head tightly in place to a height adjustable plate. Wrist straps are attached to the rear corners of the seat, and the ankle straps attached to the lower rear feet, immobilising totally any possible body movement. Once the head was strapped in place clients were sure of a compliant fuck. The main advantage being to be able to move the fuck around the room to serve clients. At the front point of the triangular seat was cockring and clamp and a small hole through which the balls could be drawn and stretched. An evil contraption that I learned to love and respect.

My wrist and ankle straps in place, I took position on the stool, clipped my ankles’ and one wrist to their position and John fixed the remaining wrist, he adjusted the head strap and plate to suit and tightened up and for good measure wrapped a rope twice around my neck and the angle iron, he pulled it tight, making it a little difficult to breath but it kept my head still. My newly stretched balls fell through the hole and dangled freely under my seat and my cock was placed in the open clamp and the head introduced in the cockring, the clamp was closed over my shaft and clipped closed.

Once he had checked all the fixings, I was wheeled around the room and brought to my cell and backed up to my cell door. My head was just at the height of Mister Johns cock that was growing steadily. My head was still swimming under the effect of the alcohol.

He left me to ponder my situation which was quite scary, not able to move, in these circumstances all sorts of things go through your mind and you really understand you no longer exist as an individual your life no longer depends on you but your Master.

John came back with his half-finished bottle of Whisky, and my drinking nozzle, I needed no instructions to understand what he expected of me, I opened my mouth and took the pipe and mouth piece between my teeth, then watched him as he slowly poured the rest of the bottle down my gullet. I didn’t taste it going down, just a slight burning sensation as it went into my stomach, and only seconds later I started to feel the effect. He removed the nozzle and threw it aside then brought his large erect cock to my lips coaxing me to open my mouth which I did without too much hesitation.

Then he forced his growing monster into my mouth and pushed it to penetrate my throat, descending further and further, the hilt was still a way off, I pushed my tongue forward out of my mouth and under his cock to give more room and ease his cocks descent, he withdrew and re-entered trying successfully to lubricate the action, then straight back again with more force, the hilt was just inches away, one final push would do it. Breathing was not to difficult, just the rope around my throat was awkward and the whisky didn’t want to stay down. He held my head with both hands and forced the rest of the way bit by bit, and held my nose pressed against his pelvis, I felt his cock in my throat, throbbing, I forced my tongue out again, his hand was on my throat trying to find his cocks head, “swallow bitch, I want to feel you…” I swallowed as best I could, and he withdrew a short way back then forced another push, harder and faster. My head was blocked solidly against the cell door and plate, his hands giving him leverage on my head, he forced again to the hilt then withdrew quickly and fully.

He walked away, turned and came back to slam his cock straight in and down to the hilt. I was doing well with plenty of saliva in and around my mouth now dripping freely down my chin and neck, the alcohol was quickly taking over my vision was blurring, and I felt myself floating away.

John decided that my eyes needed to be open taped back my eyelids with surgical tape and forced a metal brace like bridle that kept my mouth set wide open.

My throat was now an open shop for his large rigid cock and he was going to make the most of it.

I hardly noticed the nipple clamps being applied and weights added, or my butt plug trying to escape and having to tighten my sphincter to hold it there or lift my cheek to let some gas slip out.

John now grasped the bars to my cell and jumped up to place his feet against the bars and position himself comfortably to penetrate at will and to depth. Like a monkey in a cage he bounced up and down, in and out revelling in the pleasure of fucking his slaves face, with pauses to enhance the feeling of dominance and total penetration, forcing himself into the hot wet constraints of my swallow. The rhythm helps me to keep in time with his assaults and eased the feeling of rejection and gagging, in my drunken stupor I was starting to enjoy my submission. My eyes are dry and irritate a little it’s especially the want to close my eyes that is the most frustrating.

My stupor was too much for my body and I collapsed into a drunken coma, still being fucked by an insistent erect cock.

When I came to, I was in my cell on the bed with a pain in my dilated ass, it felt as if I had an enormous hunk of shit pushing to get out. It was still dark outside, so I figured it was around 7 in the morning, my head was throbbing, and I was dying for some water.

A bucket of water hit me like a hammer, my head was swimming and my eyes shut, I jumped from my bed wiping the water from my face and saw Mister John standing by my cell with the empty bucket in hand.

“Slave, you start work today, so, get yourself up, showered and exercised, I’ll be leaving in one hour. Be ready.”

I stumbled over to the showers and opened the tap. What a relief to feel the warm water running over my head and body, I drank the shower water with delight and started to soap my body when my mind sprang back to the discomfort in my butt. I put my hand down to feel where the trouble was to discover I had grown a tail. A short black curly pig like tail, as part of a new butt plug that had been inserted during my alcoholic coma, but this was no small size plug but at least a large medium, felt about a 6cms or possibly a 7cms and it was not budging for the moment. I tried to adjust it and push in and out to loosen it up, just about managed to get a fart from it; then pulled on the tail and it started to give a little. I pushed internally to force its birth but that was painful, it had to come so I pushed an pushed and pushed, it finally started to give and dilated to a maximum, oh this was hurting, push, push it had to come as the pain increased, I felt my ass stretch and stretch, I pulled the tail and paused at the same time and with one last effort it slipped its head past the sphincter and dropped to the shower floor covered in shit. I was a very imposing toy. I understand why I had trouble walking with that up my ass, it was at least an 8 or 9 cms.

“That’s the smallest a slave should ever have, so get used to it,” John was watching me. “Get yourself good and clean then put the plug back in for the rest of the day. You’ll be working at the book shop today, so the plug will be in and out fairly regularly.”

Once I’d done my exercises and ablutions, I put the butt plug back, not without considerable discomfort and I returned to my cell to wait for Mister John. My head was clearing slightly by now and he handed me my drinking nozzle and poured what smelt like coffee, a real relief.

He gave a thigh length white silk shirt with just one button at the waist and I followed him to the car, I opened the gate then slipped into the boot and closed it behind me. The boot was more comfortable as the tail made sitting quite difficult.

The drive lasted 30mins in some heavy morning traffic and after a little manoeuvring we parked, and the car engine stopped. The boot opened, and I climbed out into the underground parking spot, I quickly shut the boot and ran after John who was already well ahead of me going through the exit door. He left me with a smart, upright, well shaven middle-aged man in what looked like a library but quite small.

John disappeared into a small office down the hall and I heard him go straight for the telephone.

“Jean, listen to me, your son is just fine, and he thanks you for his things; OK?”

“Calm down, nothing is going to happen to him, I will watch over him, for you, I have taken a few more photos of him and will give them to you next week.”

“Did you enjoy the last photos I gave you? That’s good, he’s a nice-looking boy, well brought up and what is essential for us is that he is so very, very obedient, don’t you think Jean??”

“No I’m sorry Jean you cannot talk to him now, he’s at work and won’t finish before midnight, and even then I have a couple of things I need him to do for me and George has plans for him too.

“You remember George don’t you Jean….at the farm… very nice man… “

“Yes, that’s right Jean…. Tell me how much you enjoyed your session with him…. which part did you enjoy most?”

“Yes, that was good, but for me, when you crouched down, and he whipped your cunt, that was great, really hot, turned me on, especially the way you reacted…. No, it’s true Jean you were great…and I think Georges wants to see you again and that’s good news Jean, tell me you’re happy about that.”

“Good, now you’re starting to understand how this works for you, just do as you’re told, when you’re told and enjoy doing it. OK?”

“Listen well, you are to be at the farm this afternoon at 2 o’clock, you will go directly to the barn, you will be naked, and you will wait until someone comes for you. Have you understood?”

“I will ask someone to follow you, so, don’t worry, he just needs to make sure everything is going to plan and that we can trust you to do as you’re told.”

“Good, I will call you later this morning, say 11 o’clock, to give you further instructions. Bye.”

At 11 o’clock he called back “Jean?”

“Jean, I will only say it once, listen and make sure you understand because any mistake will cost your son dearly, and won’t do you a lot of good either. You will leave the house at 1 o’clock you will be wearing high heels and that white dress you wore yesterday; you will not wear any underwear whatsoever. You will take your handbag and tie a blue headscarf to the handle. You will use makeup especially red lipstick. Catch the number 58 bus from the bus station and ride on the top deck and sit in the back seat. You will during the trip look at the photos I left you of your son, one after the other. Then get off at Totton centre and wait for the bus to Ashurst. Get off the bus at Ashurst and wait until the bus has left then proceed backwards for 60mts and take a right down the forest trail, about 60mts down the trail you will take your clothes off, not your shoes, and leave them, with your handbag, in a pile to the righthand side. Then continue another 300mts through the woods to the farmhouse. You will follow the same procedure on your way back after George releases you.”

“Don’t forget you will be followed and watched to make sure you do as you have been told, any change and your son will be severely punished.”

“I’m going to leave you now, all the best and I’ll call you this evening around 10 o’clock.”

She was so excited at her instructions, to think that she had no choice but to obey, she thought of her experience of yesterday, how George had taken control of her, how she had suffered to satisfy his lust for control, she felt the juices trickling in her vagina, making her feel excited and willing. She had just 2 hours to prepare herself, so she raced upstairs to get her dress.

She was naked before she got upstairs, she knew the mirror on the landing and wanted to see her full body as she walked past it, stopping there to pass her hands over her breasts and then take the pose that George had wanted, legs apart, slight crouch position to show her glorious cunt and pert little clitoris. She had decided on her own initiative to tidy up her pubic hairs to better enhance her superb fuck hole. There were still several marks on her from Georges previous session, but they were fading, and she gently stroked each one caressing them fondly, as if longing for them to stay, “there will be more of those for you today,” she whispered to herself, gently pinching her clitoris.

First things first, the dress. It was strewn across the chair in the corner of the bedroom where she had thrown it yesterday. She stepped into it and pulled it up over her hips and breasts to her shoulders attaching it in the back. Running her hands over her body to shake it into place. It felt good just a little tight in places, around her breasts and waist but free and airy below, finishing just above her knees. She swung a quick half turn to watch the dress fly up and show her white slightly chubby bum cheeks, as the dress dropped back to its normal position, she noticed how transparent the material was when the light came from behind and surprisingly that excited her even more.

She ran a shallow warm bath and slipped in to the water that covered only to half her thighs, the flow covering just the base of her cunt, it brought her back to the pigsty yesterday, she closed her eyes and imagined herself sat on the ground in the shit and piss of the sty and she positioned herself to show her cunt off to George who stood watching her from over the wall wanting to whip her clitoris. She trembled from excitement at the thought. and squeezing her clitoris between her fingers wanting to feel the pain and humiliation she had felt just yesterday. What did he have in mind for her, why did he want me naked in the forest?

She delicately and precisely completed the epilation of her pubic area to cover only the zone above her vagina then clipped her hairs very short hoping that would satisfy George.

By the time she had finished and dried herself in front of her mirror her nipples were erect and her clitoris ached to be tortured and cruelly strangled and brutally whipped into submission as she slipped herself naked into her dress and settled in front of the mirror to attend to her make up.

Applying the final touches of bright red lip stick to her sensual lips, then put on her 5” black stiletto high heels, she had one last look at herself in the mirror, spinning around to see her dress rise and show off her naked thighs and cunt and her beautifully rounded cheeks.

She was ready to leave and peaked out of the window to see if anyone was around, noticing just a small older looking man in a red windcheater in the telephone box on the corner.

The clock just struck one o’clock as she picked up her bag with the blue scarf dangling nonchalantly almost to the floor and stepped out of the house and walked off down the road. She sensed her follower in the red windcheater, was some 30 metres behind her making no secret of the fact he was following her. She felt the light breeze blowing around her and creating a draft under and around her thighs and she felt the excitement climbing in her cunt and lips.

Red windcheater had quickly caught up to her and she saw he was a little shorter than her stockily built, unshaven and dishevelled hair, his clothes were scruffy and worn but he had a pleasant smiling face he spoke as he came alongside. “Alright missus, Pete sent me to watch over you, and check you do things right, OK?” she answered meekly, “yes that’s OK, he did explain.” as she felt his hand move around her waist, and then down over her cheeks to slowly try to find trace of any knickers. His hands once satisfied moved up her back to search for a bra, again with no success. This inspection gave her the curious warm sensation of being wanted and belonging to a carefully organised secret social clan. He seemed satisfied that she had complied with instructions, and he said to her rather cheekily “you’re a good girl, I will let the boss know, carry on and I will keep an eye out for you, don’t pay any attention to me.” She continued on her way adjusting slightly her breasts.

They arrived at the bus station in the village centre and stood waiting for the next bus due in 4 minutes. She took out her compact to retouch her makeup and caught a glimpse of Red Windcheater in her mirror standing right behind her. There were about ten other people waiting for the bus and the buses were generally always full at this time of day. The bus arrived a little early and she climbed on board and validated her ticket then turned to climb the steep  metal stairs to the upper deck, clinging to the handrail as she queued to climb, Red was just behind and under her as the bus moved off, jerking forwards, Reds head forced against her buttocks and his hand was straight up between her thighs clutching her cunt, and she let out a cry of surprise, “you alright missus, hurry up now, move inside the bus.” The conductor urged as he stood on the stairwell looking up at her, quite obviously getting an eyeful. She smiled back at him and tried to raise her leg to the next step. As she reached the upper deck and turned to sit on the back seat, she saw there was just one seat left in the centre between one man at the window and an elderly skinny woman sat at the other end of the bench, so she squeezed directly between the two smiling at each to excuse herself for disturbing them. She settled in placing her handbag on her knees and arranging the blue scarf to fall between her knees.

In this type of bus, the rear seat is separated from the rest of the upper deck by the stairwell which makes it generally useful for young lovers coming back from the cinema, or couples seeking some degree of intimacy. The journey would last at least 30 minutes according to traffic with some 10 stops on the way

The skinny woman stood ready to get off at the next stop and Red set ready to take her place as there was no standing upstairs.

She took out the photos from her handbag and nervously opened the large buff envelop and took out the wad of large format photos of my exploits, she tried to look at them discretely in front of her face but Red made sure they were displayed in full sight on her knees. Her neighbour by the window had of course noticed the whole process and couldn’t help himself looking at the photos. Red chose this moment to question her “That’s nice, this your boy? hmm nice.”  The back of his hand slightly touching her thigh as he pointed to the photo, but her nerves tingled at the sensation.

The man seated at the window got up and squeezed past them to get off the bus and they made the most of it and slid across to fill the gap.

She moved to the next photo, holding it just a touch higher in front of her, “he is a handsome boy nice pose too. I just love these photos.” His hand slipped away again just brushing her breast. She could feel her nipple reacting and hardening.

He looked around and saw he was not being watched and tried placing his hand on her breast directly. She placed her hand on his and gently took it away, putting it back on his lap. The bus was moving along quite quickly now, and they were soon going to arrive in Totton where they would change buses. She had been through all the photos and was about to put them away, “No you mustn’t do that you must continue looking at them, those are your instructions.” So, she started looking at them again and he took the opportunity to place his hand backwards onto her lap supporting her hands. His hand was warm as he moved it around on her lap, forcing down between her thighs, she felt him pressing downwards the tips of his fingers just brushing her scrotum, she braced to discourage him, he moved his hand back slightly, then turning his hand over to the whole of her upper thigh, she dropped her hand to stop him but he would not relent as his confidence grew, she moved agitatedly in her seat to move away from him, but he pressed her harder.

His hand slipped to her knee and slipped under her dress and between her knees. She closed her legs tightly, but he was too strong, his hand was sliding slowly and deliberately up the inside of her thigh. She enjoyed the feel of his rugged hand on her new washed legs and didn’t really want to discourage him as he could also be helpful to her later, so she relaxed her legs just slightly, but he felt it, immediately and his fingers quickly found their way to her warm wet welcoming cunt. She gasped as he slowly fingered her moist lips and clitoris that was now erect and firm. Relaxing to enjoy her new position, she spread her legs wider to allow him full access, he made the most of it, rimming her cunt and pinching and rubbing together her lips, two fingers then three as she bore down on his hand.

Their stop was coming up and people were moving to get off. He withdrew his hand and she closed her legs and she was left with a sense of frustration and thought momentarily to finish masturbating herself. Red was already up and moving down the stairs as she put her photos away and arranged her dress prior to moving down the stairs, as she stood halfway down the stairs waiting for the bus to come to a standstill the conductor had taken up his position in the stairwell and was looking up at her smiling and winking she encouraged him by smiling back and pursing her lips as she felt his stare go from her high heels up her legs to her beautifully groomed wet, naked cunt, she even paused a few instants to let him get the most of it. She then stepped down and off the bus followed by his gaze.

The bus drove away, and she needed to cross the road to catch the next bus that was due in ten minutes. Red was already at the stop standing to one side waiting for her, as she waited to cross the road a young tall bearded man in a suit approached her with a smile wishing her a good afternoon and engaged the conversation saying how much he liked the blue scarf she was carrying and if he could walk her across the road as he was taking the same bus as her. As they stood at the bus stop, he asked her why she carried her scarf like that attached to her handbag, she responded simply that she like it that way. “The colour goes well with your dress, and your shoes are delightful, and all remarkably highlighted by your makeup, I must say I find your lipstick particularly stunning. I do hope you don’t mind me mentioning it?” he said, and she replied coyly that she was flattered, and she was obviously a little surprised at such delicate attention.

Then he started asking her more intimate questions “Your dress fits you so well and shows off your fine figure, but please tell me you don’t appear to be wearing a bra, am I correct?” She just blushed a little and confirmed he was correct. “Well I never that’s nice to know, do you enjoy walking around with no bra on?” she replied, “well yes I do, it feels so nice and free, do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I know precisely what you mean,” he went on, “because I’m not wearing any underpants and it gives me a tremendous feeling of sexual liberty. I think you and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Tell me, that dress you are wearing, is that all you are wearing?” She smiled at him. “Do you mind if I ride along with you?” she answered just a little too enthusiastically that she was more than eager for him to travel with her.

So, they crossed the road together and waited for their bus chatting whilst Red followed discretely in the background, but he had not missed noticing the growing bulge in this new boys’ trousers.

The bus was on time and the two of them got onto the single decker bus and sat together with Red sat just a couple of seats behind them.

As soon as she sat down, she took out the photos again and started to look through them as she had been instructed. The young man next to her obviously took considerable interest as she flicked through the pictures. After a while he asked her “do these pictures excite you?” To which she said, “yes, they do actually, I think they are very good, and the model is a very handsome young man, don’t you think so?” He ran his hand over his rising erection and answered her “I think he is superb, but boys don’t interest me as much as women, especially women like you. If you see what I mean,” his cock in hand.

“This is my stop coming up, I have to go.” She said.

 “Let me have the photos so I can hold them for you,” and he snatched the photos from her just as she stood to get off the bus, she turned trying to get them back but he pushed her away and they moved forwards.

“Good, then this is my stop too,” he replied, this seemed to unsettle her, not knowing what she should do and looked across at Red for guidance, he just signalled to her to carry on as planned.

They got off the bus together and Red went on ahead as the two of them stood for an instant wondering what to do. “let me accompany you, please.” He asked, she felt her pulse racing and felt a sense of panic but managed to answer him “well, I don’t know, it’s a little bit awkward, if you know what I mean, perhaps better you don’t, just give me back my photos.” but he insisted, “please I really think I should, to make sure you get home safely, come along we’ll walk together, which way?” She could only let him come along as her time was running out and only 5 minutes to spare. She walked off after Red with her new friend in tow.

Her sensuality obsessed her she felt every movement of the breeze on her thighs, as it swept past her clitoris tickling her labia and as she walked her cunt became moist and sensitive, the adrenaline surging through her veins she trembled from the thought of her mission ahead. Was he going to follow her all the way, he’s taken my boys photos, why wouldn’t he go away?

She was following Red who was some 15mts ahead and he led her to the small forest track that led to the farmhouse and especially to the site where she was to strip and abandon her things. What would happen when she reached the spot where she was to strip herself naked and leave her clothes before continuing to the farm. Would these two men follow her? What would she do without the photos she could not just let them go, he had to give them back to her, her son was counting on her.

So many mixed feelings surging through her whole body and her emotions fearing always for her son and not caring what might happen to her but she must absolutely obey her instructions regardless of the consequences.

Red showed her the entrance to the footpath through the wood, she was getting anxious, yet excited as she saw the path as it wound its way into the dense wood, each side of the track bordered by brambles, thick nettles and ferns. She saw some 15m ahead a stile that she assumed was normally the boundary to the farm and perhaps the men would leave her there. As she approached the stile she said to them nervously that she would continue alone, she felt so tense and apprehensive as she climbed over the rickety wooden structure in her high heels, leaving Red and the other man an excellent opportunity to assist her, holding her hands and upper arm, and holding away her dress to avoid it scraping on the dirty wood and ensuring her leg was able to get over the fence without falling over. “Please you can leave me now I’ll be fine thank you both,” she pleaded almost begging to be left alone to continue her way.

Red soon put paid to any hopes she might have had of being left alone, “No chance Miss I have to follow you all the way, to make sure you follow your instructions to the letter,” she thought that might be the case, but her heart throbbed from the shock all the same. Red then turned to the other man and said “she’s a little nervous because she must strip a bit further down the path and walk the rest of the way stark naked, so don’t worry about it you can come along, you’ll enjoy the show. You don’t mind do you girly?” as he turns back to her with a malicious grin on his face. “Better hurry or we’ll be late, that could be nasty.” He added and she surprisingly relaxed knowing now what was to come and to prepare.

As they set foot on the other side of the stile into the wood and after walking through the wood some distance there was a small clearing on the righthand side where Red stopped and indicated to her the place where she was to prepare for the next stage of her mission. It appeared to be a regular lovers spot paper tissues strewn around, brambles in one corner and a fallen tree trunk to sit on, and a large clearing that was hidden from the road by a row of young trees and bushes.

Red pushed her gently and she moved into the clearing and put down her handbag. She moved around the area looking for the exact place she wanted, scraping away, with her foot, a clean spot to stand, she was nervous, and tense, yet so scintillatingly excited at the idea of baring her body to these two strange men. She looked at them both sat together on the tree trunk and she smiled.

 Her new friend was curious to know what was happening as he stared at her intently noticing how transparent her dress now seemed, he could make out the silhouette of her crotch and line of her legs and ass. Keeping her eyes down she moved to position herself,  her nipples erect and clitoris stiff and wet then she timidly passed her hands over her breasts  to unbutton her  dress and she slowly unfastened the five buttons down to her waist, and she felt the material loosen away from around her breasts, her nipples responded by firming up, she felt eased and sensual.

Then, finding the courage to face both men, she slipped the shoulder straps off to one side, one after the other, turning her head to watch each strap fall away, the dress dropped smoothly and neatly to the ground, leaving her standing naked in her high heels in front of the two men, she timidly held a hand to her pubis and an arm across her breasts in a pretence at modesty with her gaze turn down and away to one side.

Both men sat silent looking at her voluptuous nudity for several long moments then Red stood and approached her from behind and placed a large, rivet studded, hard black leather collar around her delicate neck, brushing aside her long hair to attach the clasp just tight enough to pass two fingers between the leather and her skin. She loves the smell of the new leather and the feel of it on her skin and when he tightened it with his warm rugged hands his fingers tugging and adjusting the clasp, she felt her submission to their masculine domination. Her hands moved to adjust the comfort of her collar largely displaying her well-groomed cunt and large erect nipples on ample tits before returning them to cover her modesty.

Red then spoke to the new man calling him Fred, as it now became evident that both men knew each other, “you happy with what you see Fred?”

“Yes, I think that’s fine,” as he stood and circled around her, “but I don’t think she needs to hide her best parts from us,” so once he was stood behind her he stroked her upper right arm, that was protecting her breasts and slid his hand down to the elbow then grasped firmly and drew her arm backwards to hold her wrist to her lower back, away from her breasts, he stealthily slip a light silk cord from his pocket around her wrist and pulled it tight, he then drew back her left arm from covering her cunt, in the same way and quickly tied that off to the other wrist bringing both wrists tied together in her back.  

She was surprised by the astute manoeuvre but felt helpless to react, although she tried feebly to loosen the cords hold, and asked him to let her go, then her foot caught in a fallen branch and she stumbled and fell on to one knee, trying to regain her balance and stand again.  Now she felt remarkably exposed, helpless, and naked, she struggled desperately, almost panicking unable to use her arms yet profoundly emotional realising that she had always longed for this sense of total submission, her vagina was hot and moist with excitement. Red had seen her dismay and went to help her but Fred held him back saying, “leave her, she will settle then we can have some fun.” So, she lay helpless on her side and Fred waited by her side first showing her the pictures of her son again then suggesting she open her thighs for him to allow him to finger her hot wet cunt. Realising her helpless situation she reluctantly and slowly complies. “You can do better than that” he insists, as he starts to stroke her pussy. His caress excites her, and he senses her reaction then insists she masturbates herself on his finger then he will help her up.

 

 Red was getting angry now as time was running out and George doesn’t like to be kept waiting, so he helps her to her feet.

Fred is frustrated and he insists on tying a cord from her wrists then passes it between her legs and between the lips of her hot wet cunt then ties a knot at the end and places the knot in her mouth between her teeth so any movement of her head causes her clitoris to sense.

Now he stood back to admire his handiwork, passing his fingers delicately over her body, she recoiled from the ticklish sensation, which made him laugh. “Can you stand up straight and pull your shoulders back, present your tits correctly.” She straightened her legs and raised her head trying to push up her breasts to please him. She enjoys the sound of his dominant voice and his interest in her tits sends tingles down her spine.

“No that’s not good enough, I will have to adjust her stance.” He moved behind her again and passed a new cord around her arms to tie the elbows closer together, drawing back her arms to stretch and expand her chest, forcing her breasts forward. She felt a little uncomfortable with this as he tightened the cord, she adjusted her stance a little and arms to get some comfort. He knotted the cord in its final position, then spun her gently around, looking her up and down and addressed Red saying “well now she looks good. Just look at the cunt on her, and neatly shaved just for us. She’s red hot too, wet and inviting,” as he ran his finger along the split of her lips to her exposed clitoris on which he lingered feeling her tremble slightly.

Red answered him “she doesn’t seem to be standing quite as straight as before, what do you think?”

Fred stood back and after a minute agreed with him and moved behind her again and taking another cord tied it to one of the metal loops on her collar, the one that was directly above her spine, then ran it down to the tie between her elbows and passed it around it and back up through the metal loop again, which he repeated several times before tightening and adjusting. This forced her neck to straighten and head to rise in addition to emphasising the chest expansion. She felt the adjustment drawing back her head and felt uncomfortable for a couple of minutes before settling her body into the correct position.

“There we are, that should do the trick, nice shapely tits, good hard nipples, beautiful body, plump perky little ass, and that cunt of hers, just delicious and so hot.” Let’s take her down to the farm. Red picked up her things and her bag and walked on in front and she followed some ten metres behind, learning quickly how to control her balance on her high stiletto heels and with her arms tied behind her back while Fred walked behind her, watching her hips and cheeks swing from left to right. Although it was a little uncomfortable for her, she was still so excited by the sensation of submission and showing her naked body, and she felt how well her restraints were holding her correctly to show off what she knew to be beautiful attributes. She sucked on the cord in her mouth and bit on the knot and raised her head to draw the cord across her clitoris while pulling back her bound wrists gradually exciting her more and more as she walked on.

These men were obviously connoisseurs and appreciated her submission and she had confidence that they would take good care of her body. She carefully placed her legs one directly in front of the other, to force hers hips to move sensually and exhibit her ass to Fred behind her, trying so obviously to tease him.

It was quite a long walk through the wood that was getting thicker and thicker, as the nettles encroached on the pathway just licking the top of her knees, she swung away to avoid them. Red cleared a bit of a path through the thickening undergrowth and turned from time to time to watch her walking to carefully avoid the brambles.

Finally, she could see the clearing and farmyard ahead and was relieved that the walk was almost over. The grass pasture was only 50 or 60 metres across but there was no evident walkway through and Red simply walked straight out into the long grass. She felt the grass brushing past her thighs and certain longer tufts touched and caressed her clitoris and cunt that gave her a peculiarly exciting sensation of being at one with nature. One long grass flower and seed tuft caught between her lips as she walked, she paused slightly trying to turn around it but had no option, her inertia forced her to pull on it directly, feeling it press tightly against her clitoris, it felt so exciting and so intense she let out whimper of delight. As she moved on, she was now looking for stems of grass to take between the lips of her delightful cunt to allow her to cum directly there in the middle of this open field.

The incident had not escaped Red’s attention, and he ran to catch up to her from behind and quickly passed his hand through between her legs to finger her dripping wet cunt and clear any residual grass.

He pulled her back slightly and to avoid the incident repeating itself he quickly placed a tie from her wrists between her legs and cunt lips up to the ring on her collar tying it off nice and tight.

Walking for her was now more delicate as her thighs crossed the rope in between her lips rubbed against her clitoris forcing it to protrude further out and walking in the long grass was even more delicious, and raising her neck pulled the cord tighter and in fact enabled her to excite her clitoris herself.

She saw the farmyard just ahead, and she could make out George standing in the carousel in front of the barn next to a central wooden pillar with the horsewhip in his hand, the mere sight of him set her body tingling with anticipation, she felt her pace quicken and her cunt moisten.

Red moved away to one side towards the house, indicating with his hand that she was to proceed to join George, Fred behind her followed her.

It was a bright, warm, sunny day and the ground was dry and a little dusty as she walked the remaining 20 metres across the yard to join him. He was wearing his usual green overalls and rubber boots and felt cap he had a large evil grin on his unshaven face as he watched her getting closer. She made a supreme effort to look her most sensual as she approached him, his gaze was fixed on her luscious cunt and she knew it, her heart was racing and knees trembling with excitement as she tried desperately to push her clitoris forward for him and open her cunt, George was what she had been longing for since the day before when he had so violently dominated her, now she wanted more.

He raised his whip as she got closer, she watched his hand closely as it then drew backwards underarm to flash forward and crack the tip of the whip just beside and in front of her. She abruptly drew back her breathe expecting the whip to strike her, but she was not quite in range. She paused then stepped forward a step closer, his hand raised again, and the stroke touched her thigh just below her hip causing her to jump, she stood still while he prepared another strike, that hit her just to the left of her pubis, she knew she was within range and stayed still trembling from excitement.

 

She closed her eyes as the strikes came closer and closer to their target. She so longed for him to correct his aim, she spread her legs, and this time she felt the tip of his whip slip up between her lips into her cunt and clip her clitoris, ouch… what pure ecstasy she felt the pain surge through her into the depths of her most intimate feelings. This is what she has always dreamed of this is what she is, as if in a trance she dropped to her knees and begged him to take her.

He looked at the new boy and made a sign to him to join him, “What’s your name son, who sent you and why.”

Fred answered him, “my name is Fred and I’m a friend of Master Pete, perhaps I can help you. I got these photos from her that might be useful to you.” He handed the wad of photos to George. He took the photos and recognised them immediately from the previous day’s session and realised this girl could be easily manipulated and coerced into absolute submission and he laughed with an evil smirk on his face.

“Well, I think we can probably find something useful for you to do. Put her back on her feet to start with.” Fred leaned over and placed his arms under hers and lifted her to her feet.

“Come closer and let’s start with this slut, we have in front of us,” they moved very close to her, standing on either side, “she is the best fuck cunt I’ve seen in a long time, aren’t you my slave slut?”

She answered obediently “Yes Sir.” He pushed his face into hers and shouted sternly “YES SIR, what!! you cunt?”

She answered quickly “Yes Sir, I’m the best fuck cunt you’ve seen in a long time.”

“You see Fred what you can do with a nice bit of cunt, well trained to obey and to fuck as and when you want, and do you know what, she actually loves it, feel her wet cunt, go on just give her a good fingering, she’s wet and she’s red hot.” Fred made the most of the invitation and fingered her wet cunt. “Spread your legs, bitch, he’s doing all the work, show him how you can fuck his fingers, Fred, just let her cunt swallow your fingers.”

Fred encouraged him saying “Wow she’s good, real hot and wet. Did you train her like this?”

“Oh, no Fred she’s a natural, just born for it, that cunt of hers is just so juicy, another two seconds and she’ll cum in your hand, won’t you my little bitch slave? You must bring her to a euphoric trance like state that a submissive experience because of intense BDSM play, and in her case, as far as I can assess for the moment, that involves humiliation, exhibition, restraint and punishment.”

“Tease and denial are good for her too I would think.” Suggested Fred.

“Well, she’ll fucking well show us won’t you slut?” and she responds as she’s been taught “Yes Sir.”

Fred continued to finger her cunt, fiddling with her large firm clitoris, spreading her labia for better access. While George busied himself with her tits and nipples, he whispered in her ear how he was going to whip her, encouraging her to help Fred to finger her, “go on get your cunt moving, back and forth, don’t let it rest, he wants you, spread your legs, crouch a bit lower for fucks sake, make an effort, you fucking cow.”

He decided to release her bonds and take off her shoes, he let her roam free with a simple long leash and started her walking around the carousel, with the whip following her, stroking her ass and back, her walk turned to a trot, her tits bobbing up and down much to Fred’s amusement, “stroke your self bitch, full fingering, both hands,” the whip struck directly on her cheeks teasing her to go faster.

She felt good now she was trotting around a bit, and she had a chance to play with her clitoris on her own watched by these three men, then he made her turn and run in the opposite direction, the whip struck painfully on the thigh, but she was excited and enjoying herself.

“To the whipping post.” He shouted after 10 minutes, and she ran directly to the wooden pillar set in the middle of the carrousel. There was a large metal ring at the top to which her collar was attached and her hands were left free.

This position was for her the most comfortable as she was free to move in all directions except away from the post, her collar being fixed with little free movement but at a reasonable height enabling her feet to be flat to the ground. Her hands free allowed her to swing around to avoid or attract strokes from the whip.

This time George decided to take a bull whip just 3m long with a long hard handle and braided leather whip with three short tingles at the end about ten cms long each with a tiny ball at the end. He walked over to her when Fred had finished attaching her, he showed her the whip in its every detail and had her suck the tip whilst he used the handle as a dildo rubbing it against her wet vagina to lubricate and then her pelvis swayed backwards and forwards over the handle masturbating herself slowly on the rounded ball end of the handle, taking it gently deeper and deeper into her. Her hands slipped down over her body, her fingers squeezing her nipples and caressing her tits and gently whimpering in pleasure. The other two men came in much closer to enjoy the show and to stroke her legs, bottom and tits. She was enjoying the entire process, her whole-body profiting from all these delicious hands all over her and concentrating the total ecstasy in her clitoris. She wanted more and more; she would never be satisfied.

George asked Red his name and he responded, “Donald Sir, at your orders Sir.”

“Good Donald then I need you to tie her wrists to her collar, so she doesn’t start flaying her arms about. OK.” Then turning to Fred “and you Fred go and get some nice dildos and her Magic Wand vibrator in the cupboard in the barn, OH and bring the spreader bar as well, that’ll keep her legs apart, we want her to cum freely and regularly and keep you guys busy.”

He approached her “you’re such a lucky slut to have your cunt given all this attention. Suck that whip good and strong, you bitch, it’s going to destroy that nasty clitoris throbbing inside you, it’s going to release all that pent-up pleasure you’ve been holding back for years, just feel that knob end, feels so good.”

Fred was back and was placing the spreader bar with its ankle straps, keeping her legs about a metre apart, her wrists were now loosely attached to her collar. She continued to squirm over the ball end of the whip as George has Fred lubricate and prepare a small size butt plug for her and he expertly find and inserts it slowly into her tight little butt, her body moving all the time easing its penetration. The magic wand is plugged in at the base of the post and is functioning with a strong, loud whirring sound.

“OK, we’re looking good, now you two just stand on the other side to watch her, and you must watch her closely, I want you to feel what she’s feeling sense what she needs, the wand, a dildo or simply a good fingering, talk to her, let her know you are there, and encourage her. I will stop from time to time to see how you boys are enjoying the show, feel free to touch each other, and undress. I see Fred already has a good hard on so perhaps he’ll let you share it with Don?” Don looked at Fred hoping for a sign of approval, he was obviously longing to get his hands on his cock.

She felt apprehensive waiting for the first stroke, to weigh the measure of the force of the whip and his hand to judge the amount of pain pleasure she might derive. The butt plug sat well in her butt and the wrist ties were not too tight, just the spreader bar that was awkward to get used to preventing her from closing her legs. The knob end was getting her close to an orgasm when he withdrew it and gave it to her to lick and suck clean.

She watched the two men place themselves in front of her, as Fred finally took off his jacket and loosened his shirt undoing most of the buttons to reveal a well bronzed torso covered with thick black hair and she noticed the outline of his erection in his pants. Don had also run his eyes up and down the young man’s body, fixing his gaze particularly on his tight round butt in those silky skin-tight pants. George was also watching the scene with growing interest.

The first stroke landed on her lower back with a violent sting, and she weakened at the knees, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as the pain seeped through her body to arrive at long last to her pleasure zone just behind her clitoris. The pleasure was more intense than the pain and she exhaled the contents of her lungs loudly.

George shouted to Fred, “just give her a touch of the wand on her clit, see how she reacts.” Fred moved towards her and switched the vibrator on and lay it gently on her wet cunt running it up and down to find the clitoris. He felt her body tremble violently and withdrew and went back to his place.

George then called Don over and spoke to him aside, whispering just out of hearing range. He walked away to the barn.

The second stroke was easier to accept as it landed on her butt, then the third and quickly a fourth and a fifth. He was getting her used to his whip hand. Don returned with a bottle of oil that he gave to Fred and George said to him “Fred, I think she needs oil and a quick massage, insist around her nipples and cunt, OK?” Fred replied “OK, yeah for sure, my pleasure.” He moved again to take the bottle of oil, then undid the last button of his shirt, slipped it off his shoulders and place it with his jacket at the base of the whipping post. “Don’t leave your stuff there Fred it will get dirty, Don put his clothes over in the barn out of harm’s way.” Don did as he was told, and Fred moved to open the bottle of oil and put some on his hands and rubbed his hands. Georges shouted over to Don again, “Don, bring a pair of shorts or something for Fred he’s going to ruin those precious trousers of his.”

Don came back quickly with some silky red shorts for Fred. “don’t be silly Don, Fred’s hands are full of oil you take his trousers off for him and put the shorts on him.” 

Don approached him and grasped the waistband of his trousers, undoing the top button and then taking the zip fly to slide it gently down and spread the garment open to reveal a forest of black fluffy pubic hair, and a long  thick uncut penis, slightly excited, he moved his hands inside and around to his buttocks to release and pull the trousers down to his ankles where he undid his shoes and socks and left him standing naked. Fred then quickly raised his right foot to place it in the shorts, then the left foot. He was obviously a bit embarrassed to be naked out in the middle of a field and was quick to try and cover himself. And Don pulled the shorts up over his hips and bum, taking advantage by caressing him into his new shorts and leaving him to shake down his stuff. He had enough body hair to make him look like a chimp, and that certainly seemed to turn Don on. Fred thanked Don for his help and shyly rubbed his hands before continuing.

Fred continued to rub his hands then started to massage Jeans lower back with both hands working in the oil, spreading it over her cheeks and down into her crack and around her butt plug, sliding his finger in, around and behind the plugs base. She made no secret of the fact she was really thrilled at this new game, raising her body up on her toes to ease access and arching her back to lift and push out her wet and excited cunt. He continued applying more and more oil

Don stood back to watch Fred at work following his cock bobbing up and down behind the red silky shorts, intrigued by the thickness of hair on his skinny body, even his shoulders were covered with dense thick hair. Fred was so excited with his new task that he didn’t seem to notice Don’s interest in him. Don was getting closer and closer to him pointing out areas on her cunt that he had missed, insisting that he pay more attention.

George shouted over to them to get out of the way, so he could get an aim with his whip, so Don simply took Fred by the neck and pushed him to one side, the whip came very close to the two of them as they scampered to get out of the way, almost falling over one another. Fred had closed the bottle of oil and placed it back at the bottom of the post and was wiping his hands clean on her ample breasts and abdomen tweaking her erect nipples between his fingers.

George now gave a long series of whips in rhythm from left to right swiping home on each cheek as she jumps from side to side and jumps up and down to avoid the sting. There is little room for her as her bum starts to turn a vivid red.

Her mind is totally occupied with the intense sensations she is feeling in the pain and ecstasy of sublime pleasure, begging to have her clitoris taken and her cunt violated, her legs spread apart leave her so open, she closes her eyes counting each delicious stroke as it strikes. She feels those hands on her breasts massaging her so sensitive nipples.

George now decides that Fred should learn to use the whip and try a few strokes, so he calls him over. “Just stand here close to me and hold the whip, just try and hold it right at the knob end and swing it backwards and forwards. He takes his hairy forearm in one hand and puts his other arm around his waist, “now give her a nice taste of the whip and aim for that clitoris you were just oiling over.” He let one nervous stroke go, that struck with no real force at the middle of her back.

He tried again and again starting to get the hang of the whip and the pleasure as his cock started to rise inside his shorts. George left his side to stand close to her, running his hand over her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples, the oil had made her skin supple and tender, her cunt was dripping and she whined  with pleasure as he spoke to her “this is too much for a sloppy slut cunt like you isn’t it you whore, I think you deserve better you bitch and I’m going to make sure you get it,” he slipped his hand to her wet slimy pussy “can you feel my hand fucking your pussy, tell me, talk to me, I want you to tell me what you’re feeling, just whisper in my ear, between you and me, don’t stop.” She started to whisper in his ear as he worked her cunt, she writhed under the whip and drew breath, “talk me through the pleasure of the whip, don’t stop, don’t pause, just concentrate on whispering to me. Tell me you understand!” she confirmed and started to turn her concentration on him as she trembled from pleasure.

She was writhing from side to side trying to concentrate and find some words to share with him, he started her off, “tell me your name, whisper it to me,” she whispered her name back to him and once those first words started to come she was able to continue, explaining  to him how she felt nakedness and enjoyed showing herself to these men, hers tits and nipples her dripping cunt and firm butt, how her collar held her tight and the bondage helped her to pose correctly and to be attractive to all, her cunt pushed forward and clitoris hardened to encourage vigorous fingering, the massage oil dripping off her body… and so she now continued whispering continuously into his ear as if in a trance.

“Theres a good little whore, just carry on talking to me tell me how good it feels when that whip strikes.”

“Hmm so now you want me to take back the whip…. Good girl.”

Her cunt was now dripping down her thighs, as George moved back to take up the whip.

Don had been moving closer to Fred no longer hiding his attraction to Fred’s boner in his tight red shorts. Fred seemed a bit embarrassed by his attentions and persistent stare and tried to hide himself by turning away from his view, but Don was persistent to say the least, simply following him and getting closer until now he was now at arm’s length.

George took back his whip and lost no time in resuming her punishment… relishing his slave’s continued delight and muttering.

Fred was just behind George watching and learning his technique and Don sidles in behind him and gently strokes his bum. Fred, although a little embarrassed doesn’t make any effort to discourage Don’s advances. He obviously appreciates the taught red satin cloth stretched across his tight bum cheeks and attempts another approach with his fingers spread across the back of his thigh, this time Fred reacts by moving closer to Don and spreading his legs slightly, Don understands that Fred is willing and encouraging, he feels Fred twitching and tightening his cheeks.   

Suddenly George stops and returns to his slut, whispering in her ear again, “keep talking to me, I’ve stopped your punishment now so beg me to start again, that’s what you want isn’t it or perhaps a good stiff cock will suit you better.” He orders Fred up to the whipping post to continue the massage, in between strokes of the whip. His accuracy has improved stroking her clitoris regularly and seeing the delight in her eyes as she tries to close her legs despite the spreader, her cunt is open for all.

It is just starting to rain, and Jean is tired now and George releases her from the whipping post and takes off the spreader bar on her ankles, then takes her by the lead to walk towards the barn. He is whispering in her ear again “there’s a good girl, remember your little boy is with me tomorrow for training and discipline, so I need you to show me just how much you are squirming from ecstasy and begging for more when we go into the barn and Fred and Don join us. Tell me you understand the consequences Slut, if you don’t behave.” She replies simply and smiles at him “I will do all you ask just please take care of my son.”  He laughs and repeats out loud “She will do all I ask.!!!”

Once inside the barn she is lead to the centre of the large open space and told to sit on a well-worn ancient milking stool and to spread wide her thighs. She obviously enjoys being the centre of attention showing off her wet vagina and erect clitoris to George who doesn’t fail to notice her enticing moves.  A movie camera is set up 10 metres in front of her and is filming the scene as all three men surround Jean and encourage her to caress her tits and finger her cunt while she moans deeply.

Don and Fred join them as Jean turns to face them both and smiles broadly at them while fingering her cunt and caressing her nipples.

 Georges throws the wad of some 20 photos on the floor in front of her all showing her son in compromising positions, and she is horrified to see them all but commits more easily to her master’s domination.

She quickly finishes her orgasm and squirts abundantly her juices on the floor as Fred and Don look on in awe with Freds cock in full erection dropping out of his shorts to Dons amusement.

George winds up the session telling Don to re accompany Jean to her bus and homewards following the inverse process as before. You have only 15 minutes before the next bus so hurry yourselves.

Jean hurried to pick up her photos that George quickly took back and locked away in the cupboard.

She was allowed no time to clean up but rushed out with Don who had her dress and bag as they turned to leave George was attaching Fred hands behind his back and stripping down his tight satin shorts.

Don hurried her as they crossed the fields back to the clearing, the rain had fortunately slowed to a slight drizzle. In the clearing Don helped her slip into her dress which was now a little wet and transparent in patches, she slipped her shoes on and made their way back to the bus stop. As they waited for the bus she realised once again she had lost her photos and felt very downhearted feeling, she had let her son down.

The rest of the trip home was uneventful, and Don left her just at the end of her street at 18h30 so she had time to wash down and be ready for Mister John’s call at 22h.

The call came as planned at 20h and John told her how pleased he was with performance and that she could expect to be used again soon.

Then she had 10 minutes to talk dirty to John, he enjoyed provoking her to talk out loud about her hot wet cunt that she fingered incessantly from the frustration of not being fucked enough.

Her son was to go to work this evening, and he would call her tomorrow morning to explain things to her. Then he rang off leaving her a little bewildered but happy he was pleased with her.

It was to be my first night at the Pete’s Magna Gay club in town and I was looking forward to discovering my new job. Mister John gave me my clothes that were so sexy. I had black net stockings up to mid thigh and tiny silver satin shorts and a tight red singlet. My shaved head was covered with wig of straight black shoulder length hair and to crown it all John helped me to make up with red lipstick and blush. As I slipped into a pair of high heel black shoes I was so excited being dressed like this and really looking forward to discovering a new world.

As we walked out to the car Mister John explained to me that the club opened at 22h but that most guests arrived around midnight so my role was to fill the empty spaces and entertain the early arrivals to make them feel at home and encourage them to drink the most expensive drinks. I was to let them touch and fondle me if they drink.

I smiled at Mister John and he smiled back saying I looked good. I was happy to be his slave and felt I was falling in love with him.

We arrived at the club which was and old theatre from outside with a large car park with some 20 cars parked outside already and we parked at the far corner away from the club and we walked together to the club. I was thrilled to be walking out in public dressed as a whore.

We entered the clubs enormous sparsely lit ballroom with a DJ at the back blaring out the latest hits and Mister John called over a barman to take charge of me and he went off to his office upstairs.

The barman simply took me to the bar and told me to serve drinks to table 12 in the corner. They are good customers so keep them happy he added.

After some time searching in the penumbra, I found the table with three middle aged men already half drunk and I leaned over to serve their drinks a hand was immediately on my thigh and caressing my balls. He invited me to dance with him I agreed and we danced a slow right there next to the table in front of his friends who seemed more interested in each other than in us. We danced a few steps together as he fondled my bum and kissed my collar. I then moved away and suggested he buy me champagne, and walked back across the ballroom to the bar. The barman told me curtly to get back over there and persuade him to buy Champagne, that’s your job.

I returned to the table and sat down with my dancing partner who was so pleased to see me back he wanted to dance again, I was thirsty and wanted Champagne. His hands were on my thighs and he tried again to kiss me so I let him and his large wet tongue filled my mouth with the taste of whisky.

We moved out again to dance a few more steps and he sidled me down to an unoccupied alcove and pushed me to sit against the wall and he sat next me and made a sign to the barman to bring Champagne. Before I knew it he was all over me kissing me, fingering my bum and massaging my balls and a stiff erection. We had a few glasses together and he pulled my head down to his crotch and I felt his hard erect cock bursting to get out so I helped him release it. I was on him straight away taking his smallish sized cock to the back of my throat, pumping slowly and deliberately for what seemed liked hours until he squirted his juice.

I left him and went to straighten up in the toilets where the barman came to see me and reprimand me for taking too long with the client, I was to learn to get the guys cock harder and out quicker and the job done all within max 5 minutes then on to the next client. Start to build up your own group of regular clients and move around from table to table feel them out then move on and return later.

Come up to the bar from time to time to pick up newcomers and a pass for the night if possible. There are also special clients who have special tastes that you need to adapt to, also when you have free time you dance in front of everyone. He wished me good luck and walked out.

Later in the night I was persuading a client when to barman came to tell me to go immediately to Mister John’s office upstairs. I adjusted my dress and went upstairs, and the doorman knocked and opened the door for me letting me into the large plush office where Mister John was sat on the opulent black leather sofa and behind the large dark-wood desk was the man I had met very briefly on the garage forecourt just a few days before.

He spoke to John, “So this is your new boy from three days ago, he looks good, First day at the club today, any figures?”

John replied “Yes, My Master, he has pleased 5 clients already and is very willing and enjoys his work. He will make an excellent slave for you My Master.”

“There was a woman involved too how is that progressing?”

John replied enthusiastically “Oh Jean. Yes, My Master she is a nice-looking mature woman and such a body on her, a red-hot cunt supple and moist, nice size tits with huge firm nipples and large aureoles. There are some photos on your desk. She is proving quite cooperative we can get her to do just about anything, I think. She will prove to be good for BDSM (Bondage, Discipline and Sado Maso).”

The Master smiled and replied to John “I’ve spoken to George at the farm, and he is keen to see her back with him for a couple of sessions. You call her and arrange a pick-up and transport to the farm for tomorrow morning. George will handle the rest.”

We arrived back at our base around 5h30, and I sat with Mister John drinking a beer together in the lounge, he suggested that I call my mother and then pass her to him.

I picked up the phone and Mister John dialled the number, he knew my father had already left for work and would be absent until earl evening, my mother picked up almost immediately and was so happy to hear my voice, asking me suddenly all sorts of questions, I simply reassured her by saying I was fine, and she was not to worry, then Mister John snatched the phone away from me before I could finish.

He spoke in a sharp authoritative voice “Jean. It’s me John. You are not to worry about Philip I am looking after him and you must do as I tell you, do you understand?”

There was a long pause, and she said she would try to help.

John continued “George was pleased with your visit to the farm, and he wants you to come back to him for another session later this morning. I will send a friend to pick you up at the telephone box at 10h20 precisely. Do exactly as he tells you, and do not argue with him. Wear your white dress and shoes like last time, nothing else. I will call you at the phone box in the morning at 10h15. “

He then hung up.

I went for a shower and retired to my cell relieved at least for having spoken to my mother.

Jean was elated to have been contacted again, and her heart was beating hard and her memories of the last 48 hours were still vivid in her mind, as she sensed her cunt moistening and her clitoris stiffen. As John dictated his instructions then hung up so abruptly, she replayed the conversation in her head to ensure she forgot nothing. It was 6h00 so she had time to wash and get ready so finished her coffee and went upstairs and ran a bath.

 She stripped naked and looked at herself in the long mirror on the landing, placing her hands on her head and raising to her tip toes admiring her luscious body with precisely groomed pubic hairs to draw attention to her now moist cunt she could not resist stroking down her breasts and nipples to caress her tender clitoris. She knew that today was going to be full of sex and excitement and she shivered in anticipation, imagining what might be in store. She loved to see her body and show it off and her moist cunt longed to be abused. That whip he used last time, I’m sure he will force his fingers into me and strangle my clit in front of his friends. I hope I will get well and truly fucked today. Her fingers slid over her labia and touched her erect clitoris.

She slid into the bath and lingered dreaming of her last encounter with George and his dominance with the whip and his aggressive voice barking instructions that she could not refuse and that excited her so much.

Time passed quickly as she slipped on her white dress and high heel shoes then prepared herself a long glass of red wine and took time to make-up. Her lips with post-box red lipstick and powered her cheeks and sprayed with perfume. She was ready left the house and shut the door behind her. She knew John had a key.

It was a pleasant morning and she felt the light breeze on her breasts. She walked across the road to the phone box just as it started to ring.  She picked up the phone, it was John. He said “Jean, my friend will be there in five minutes, do not move.” And he hung up. She was a little surprised at the brutal way he had spoken to her but it aroused her.

The large closed white van pulled up beside her, she tried to open the door but it was locked. The driver made a sign for her to wait and then he stopped the engine and got out. He was a skinny, long haired, scruffy white 30 year old dressed only in tight shorts rolled down at the waist tight around his groin to show his manly bulge, he walked around to meet her and smiled at her with his arms akimbo looking her up and down.

“You the woman I’m to pick up?” as he stroked his large sex into position and opened the sliding side door and invited her to get in. She climbed up into the van which was empty except for ropes and shackles hanging from the sides and some chains on the floor.

He climbed in behind her and closed the door behind him. He said to her “I have my instructions and you will do as I say are you clear on that?”

She replied with a smile of approval “Yes I know I must follow your instructions and do as I am told, please I am prepared.”

“Good, so tell me you are naked under your dress, correct?” he asked.

She smiled again and nodded and he leaned over and lifted her dress with both hands to see her perfectly groomed cunt, he grinned adding “take it off, you will not be needing it any more today.”

She took it off over her head and handed it to him with a smile content to be standing naked in front of him. He told her to sit on the wheel arch and took a piece of string from the wall  and deftly tied a slip knot at one end then took her two hands joined flat together in front of her and slipped the knot over her thumbs and pulled it tight. She did not have the time to react before he pulled her tied hands behind her head and tied off the string to a ring on the panel behind her.

 She felt comfortable enough even if the wheel arch was cold metal with a couple of bolt heads just beneath the top of her thighs and the string around her thumbs was a little tight. She wriggle a bit to settle in and smiled up at him again.

“Now just spread your thighs nice and wide for me so we can have easy access to the promised land.” He asked adding “ you do have a beautiful pussy.”

He stood opposite her with his rigid cock now filling his shorts and said “you look fine like that so we can go now. I’m going to pick up three of my friends on the way who will be joining us, make sure you behave everything will be fine OK?” She smiled back and thought excitedly at the idea of being naked for several men at once.

He stepped out of the van  and slammed the door behind him and climbed into the drivers seat and looked back at her through the cage that separated them.

“You look just fine like that.” He said.

He started the engine and drove off looking back from time to time to make sure he still had a clear view of her fine cunt.

They drove on for some 10 minutes then stopped to pick up a smart looking fifty-year-old grey haired clean shaven man in a black leather flight jacket and jeans. He turned round to get an eyeful and said hello. She smiled back at him.

They drove off again and stopped again after several minutes and the side door slid open, and two men jumped in the back. A small fat bearded man and a younger medium built man in jeans and tee shirt climbed up into the van and closed the door behind them. The older man was a jovial sort wearing a blue overall and he said as he sat down on the wheel arch opposite “awesome bit of cunt George has found for us today, and what is your name me beauty?” She smiled back at him and replied “My name is Jean.”

The younger man moved to the back and stood beside her.

He placed his hand on her head and checked her binding to make sur she was attached correctly.

He then crouched beside her whilst his friends watched closely, encouraging him, he placed his hand on her nipple and tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. She looked him in the eye and smiled at him. She sensed the eyes watching her and spread her thighs further apart and felt her adrenaline surge though her loins.  He tweaked harder and she pushed her breast into his hand, her nipple firm and erect.

The van jerked forward as they all settled in.

His hand moved to the next breast to excite her even more, she longed for him to finger her wet cunt, but he seemed only interest in her erect nipples.

The older man moved in on her kneeling in front his hands on her thighs pushing them apart, sliding them to her crotch. She sighed loudly as his hands approached her cunt urging him to continue, thrusting her hips forward.

He shouted to his friends “this one is red hot guys, look at this slut she is absolutely begging for it aren’t you?” and he continue “tell me how much you want to be fucked you slut tell us all. Scream it out, beg us to fuck your dripping red hot cunt.”

She felt so excited and she so wanted to be taken she started to say slowly at first in a murmur “yes I beg you please fuck my cunt.” Then she repeated it again and again raising her voice to a shout just as they arrived at the farm and George opened the door to hear her screaming to be fucked.

George shouted back at her “Don’t worry my bitch we’ll give you precisely what you need and lots besides.” 

She was taken to the barn and the string binding her thumbs still in place was attached to the ring on the top of the 2m stake in front of the rail where the four men stood to one side and George took his whip.

He gave four strokes in quick succession to which she screamed softly after each that struck her on each cheek leaving large red wealds and her body trembled.

George moved behind her whispered in her ear, “tell me bitch how much you loved me doing that to you, ask me nicely and I’ll give four more.”   His hand rub her bum cheeks and he insisted “bitch ask me for mor.” She moaned and whisper “please give me more.”

Georges shouts to his spectators “You hear her boys, she is begging for more?” and they cry out for more as they move closer.

He harangues Jean even more “They can’t hear you, shout to them, beg for more you slut, beg for more.” She is almost in tears as she moans again and tries to say out loud “I beg please give me more” he screams back at her  “louder you bitch louder, they can’t hear you, can you guys,” who react and call back moving even closer, and one last effort she cries out “give me more please I beg you.” and everyone cheers her on.

George orders her to turn around and to spread hers legs wide so he can target her clitoris and nipples. She turns reluctantly and he sees that she is not wholly enthusiastic so he approaches her and takes her in his arms, lifting her off the ground and grasping her cheeks, and he whispers to her, “you are my slut and you must obey me, you know that it is for the good of your son and you so your body is mine, tell me slut you will obey me.”

She moans and sobs a little while he fingers her ass first with one finger then with two and she wriggles her body and raises her legs around him he fingers her more and more deeply, now three fingers.

“Tell me slut you will obey me and behave for all my friends who are watching you. Say you are sorry and smile. Then beg me for more. I know you love and need the whip so let’s get on with it.” And he sets her back on the ground.”

She turns to the four spectators and apologises for her behaviour and smiles to each one.

George goes to the cupboard and returns to clip two small bells on each of her nipples and then clips two bells onto her labia and again whispers to her “you see my little fuck slut all is well and we can continue. So, smile for me. We have wasted enough time already and things could get worse for next time. I will of course have to report this to John.”

She smiles back at him and feeling the clamps on her nipples builds her excitement.

Georges takes his position and prepares his whip, he starts with one stroke to her breast and quickly follows with a second and a third strokes to her thighs, his rhythm builds through the fourth and fifth strokes aiming for her clitoris, she squirms and screams in extasy as the tip strikes her labia all of the next ten strike her directly. She moans heavily and has difficulty standing.

George calls the guys to bring a bail of hay and to take down and lay her across the bail and tie her off to the fence.

The men gather round her and watch as Georges starts to finger her hot wet cunt and she starts to whimper in pleasure, he shouts at her “LOUDER we can’t hear you” he indicates for the driver to get the dildos from the cupboard then starts to cream and lubricate her vagina with ginger excitants. She squirms from excitement and shouts her pleasure.

He shouts at her again “Now beg to be fucked again and again.”

She writhes in pleasure and screams to be fucked, she stretches her legs bringing her thighs together rubbing them together excitedly, the clamps on her labia chime in agitation her clitoris twitches and she moans in frustration and rolls from side to side closing her eyes and begging for release.

 

George orders the men to strip down and they surround her writhing body each of them takes a dildo and two of them manually spread her aching thighs.

He places his finger on her clitoris and places the dildo head to her well lubricated anus and applies pressure to commence penetration, his finger flicks her clit and her whole body seethes and her back arches violently as she screams to be fucked. He pinches her clit between his thumb and forefinger and firmly rolls and draws her out. With the abrupt movement of her hips he forces home the dildo in her rectum, grinding it gradually to full penetration.

He asks her loudly “You need more. Tell us all you want to be fucked, don’t hold back, you are a fuck slut and you need to be fucked hard and long, tell us ..”

She starts to blurt out and mumble “I want to be fucked, please fuck, please.”

“Not good enough for a slut like you. I want to hear clearly how you want to be fucked, by whom, how quickly, firmly or softly, like a pig or like a camel, be inventive and let us know what a slut like you needs.”

He slaps her cunt sharply then tells the men they have exactly 60 minutes to fuck the arse off the slut just as she starts to murmur how her cunt aching for a stiff male cock and wet with desire, open for all. “come fuck my cunt each of you, “ she pleads. The men line up between her thighs and fuck her violently one after the other to hear her moan with pleasure.

“Push my cunt real hard, make me cum now. I can take it for you, just give it to me hard.” She cries out.

Each of the men take long advantage of their access to her hot cunt using their full 60 minutes before George comes to untie her lead from the rear fence enabling her to bring her arms forward and he helps her to stand with her nipple and labia clamps still in place. He grasps her hair at her neck to balance as she struggles to put her high heels on again, her thumbs are still tied. He tells her stand up straight, pulling her up and he pushes her forward a step towards the men sat drinking their beers in the corner resting after their efforts. She stumbles slightly and he holds her firm. Her thumbs still attached her passes a cord around her upper arm then around behind her back to the other upper arm then cut the string tying her thumbs and roughly draws back her arms behind her back and finished binding her wrists together. He places a leather collar tightly around her neck.

George has his cane dangling from his wrist by a leather loop ready for use.

He moves close to her and whispers gently in her ear “you are a fuck slut so smile nicely to everyone and tell them each one after the other how happy you are and how much you enjoyed their attention, and that you are here for them to play with whenever they want. Show them your cunt and ring your bells for them. Have them play with your titties. Be a slut.”

She took a step forward and the cane struck across her ass, and he shouts, “stand straight and walk nice, let’s see your tits bounce. Be proud to be a slut.”

She springs upright and pulls back her shoulders then takes another step forwards and stands in front of the driver sat on the bench wearing his shorts, she smiles at him as George strokes her thighs with his cane, and tickles the clamps on her labia, as she spurts out her given phrase…and spread her legs to encourage him to caress her cunt. All four men were happy to oblige stroking and fingering as she swung her hips to enjoy the sensation.

 

She was invited to drink with them but from a dogs bowl. Then she was forced a large glass of red wine to drink that spilled over from her mouth, then an even larger glass of rough whiskey making her very drunk and George released her bonds but attached a lead to her collar.

In front of her friends she smiled and thanked them for helping her. George had also drunk a glass or two and he wanted to see her more active walking around and showing off her tits and especially her cunt. His cane was useful to keep her moving in the right direction and to poke her tits and clip her clitoris from time to time that made her yelp. It was obvious she was enjoying being watched and used as each man fingered her cunt in turn while George caned her ass and thighs.

A car drove into the farm yard and two more older men got out and she moved across to greet them with a smile and offer her cunt as she had been told.