The following story is a work of fiction. It contains a dollup of non- consensual slave sex. It is also seriously sick and twisted. If you can't distinguish fantasy from reality, please do not read this story.
Kara Brandt paced nervously about her apartment, pine floors creaking under the restless rata-tat-tat of her heels. Living room, dining room, bedroom, kitchen, back to the living room. Sit down, pick up a magazine, read for ten seconds, up pacing again. She stopped herself from nibbling at her perfectly manicured nails. She almost convinced herself to run to the store for a pack of cigarettes - god she must be nervous - what was it, five years since the last time she had had a smoke?
As instructed, Kara was wearing sheer pink nylon hose, held up by pink garters attached to a tight pink satin corset. Dainty, lacey white panties covered her sex and shiny smooth black patent leather pumps, with absurd six inch heels, enclosed her feet. A steel link dog collar encircled her neck with a black leather leash attached.
Kara was an exceptionally beautiful young woman. Exquisitely chiseled high cheekbones, long silky brown hair and pale, creamy smooth skin set off her wide, expressive brown eyes and her wonderfully luminous smile. At about 5'6" she was slender and sinewy save for her full and perky breasts.
Normally the picture of cool relaxed assurance, the past seven days had seen her grow increasingly nervous and excited. Where had Kara's cool gone? She fidgeted. She paced. She thought of little but what might come to transpire later this day. Perhaps it was sexual deprivation. She hadn't had any real sex or so much as touched her pussy, other than to wipe and wash herself, in seven increasingly frustrating days. More to the point she had not had one single orgasm the entire time. But her soon to be master had made her agree to this deprivation as a condition of their arrangement, and Kara did not want to jeopardize a situation that promised to be both profitable and sexy. So she refrained. Besides, it was sort of fun. Her pussy grew more sensitive. Her nipples remained taught. After a time her brain locked onto a total sexual focus.
Kara worked at a rather unusual and somewhat kinky gentleman's club on the outskirts of the city. Kara had been, in some ways still was, a regular middle class lady with a job as an executive assistant at a growing internet company. But she had been forced into life as a part- time whore (excuse me, show-girl) by economic necessity. Her good-for- nothing ex-husband had cleaned out their bank account, stolen her computer and disappeared to points unknown. Her ailing mother needed constant infusions of both attention and cash. Debts from her ex- husband's collapsing business were now piled onto her shoulders. She was behind on her rent, often barely had the money to buy herself food and felt in real danger of winding up homeless on the street. Swallowing her pride she had decided to make use of her beauty in the most basic way possible. So far it had been only modestly rewarding and hardly any fun at all. Except with one particular customer.
For as long as she could remember, Kara had fantasized about being sexually submissive. In fact, if she were honest with herself, it was this need for submissiveness that had led her to this particular, vaguely s&m oriented club. Oh yes, to be ordered about, to be punished for the slightest misbehavior, to be kept to a strict regime. The thought of these things made Kara burn with desire. Not that her ex-husband had any idea about this, not that the asshole would have known what to do about it if he had.
One day she met this older guy, Jeff, at her club. He had taken her to a "booth" where, behind a pane of glass, he had ordered her about in a light and playful, yet somehow extremely strict and dominating manner. He humiliated her, ordered her to hurt herself, laughed at her, made her crawl around and do exercises with her panties stuffed in her mouth. And seemed nice and friendly and relaxed at the same time. It took him about a minute to hook right into her most intense fantasies, the very same fantasies that her clueless ex-husband hadn't figured out in five years. By the time the 20 minute session with Jeff had ended, Kara was just awash with horniness. But Jeff ordered her not to cum until the next day.
Not only did she agree, she actually complied, tossing and turning, almost in a fever that night, thinking up scenario after scenario in which she could be Jeff's slavegirl.
A week later her heart nearly skipped a beat - there was Jeff, wanting to play with her again. This time it was even more intense. He made her rub her hard little button to the point of orgasm but would not allow her to cum. She had to hurt herself pretty intensely to please him. Now she was ordered to wait until the following afternoon before allowing herself any release and to refrain from orgasm for two days prior to their next meeting. As horny as Kara was, as horny as she could ever remember being, there was no doubt that she would comply. She was caught. Dominated. Under a man's sexual control and he wasn't even her lover.
These sessions were repeated several more times. Each session introduced a new element of control. In the third session Jeff had instructed her how he wanted her to dress and behave at the club. She was to be submissive to all her customers. To plead with them to dominate and humiliate her. In the fourth session he had her slap herself on the ass and thighs till both places were glowing bright cherry red. Then, when she danced on stage, he had loudly pointed out her self-inflicted marks to a large group of watching customers, telling the crowd that she was available to anyone, anytime, for pain and humiliation. He made her agree, publicly, on stage. Laughter erupted and all sorts of degrading things were said by various guys. Kara started to blush the same shade of red as her abused parts, from her forehead down to the tips of her toes, causing even more general merriment to ripple through the crowd.
Her sexual regime also became increasingly strict - till she was allowed but a single orgasm between sessions.
This state of affairs lasted for several weeks. One day Jeff offered Kara a deal.
"Kara, this has been much fun," he began, "but I think it is time to cut out the middleman (the club, which siphoned off much of the money that Jeff paid for Kara's services), get rid of the pane of glass that is always between us, and commence the next phase of our relationship."
Kara just nodded, anxious to know what Jeff had in mind.
"I really like the idea of paying you to be my slave - it makes it more intense, somehow, than if you were just my girlfriend. Your poverty gives me real power over you. I know it should seem sick and twisted, but to me it just seems exciting. So........ How about if I paid your rent - how about if your apartment became my apartment - a place I graciously let you live in if you continue to please me?"
Kara was not sure what she would have done if Jeff had just asked her out. It was REALLY against the rules at the club to fraternize with customers. And Jeff was by far her best customer, providing a significant percentage of the money she made at the club, money she desperately needed to keep her head above water. But on the other hand, it was all so close to what she had been fantasizing about all her life. And now he had offered her the best of both worlds. Considerably more money than she had been making from him, plus the opportunity to deepen her submission and do it in the flesh.
"When do we start," she said with her biggest and best smile, struggling to refrain from clapping her hands with glee.
So here she was, nine days and some phone calls to settle the arrangements later, pacing about her apartment, practically desperate with impatience, dressed in an outfit that would have been quite too much for the club.
Fortunately for Kara, no matter how much anticipation slows down the passage of time, time does have a way of finally passing and, at last, the doorbell did ring. She ran to answer it and there he was, dressed in jeans and sneakers and a t-shirt, covered by a disreputable jeans jacket, not having bothered to shave, looking, in good light, far older than he had seemed in the dimly lit club. For a second a doubt crept into her mind; a fear, not of Jeff -- no, she had implicit faith in her own judgment of people and she knew Jeff was OK, would not freak or do her any lasting harm -- but of being disappointed, of having her long- cherished fantasy turn out to be just another ordinary day in her life.
"Great outfit, Kara - quite the little slave-girl. And I love the leash - suits you to a tee. Why don't you give me a tour of my new apartment."
"Yes Jeff" she said as she began to show him inside.
"First rule Kara - when you walk about in MY home, you prance like a horse, with your knees up high."
"Yes Jeff" she quivered, any small doubts banished at the sound of his quietly commanding voice.
Kara showed Jeff around the apartment that was previously her domain, dressed in her slave outfit, prancing about like some fucking idiotic two-legged filly. Jeff showed her a few different gaits. High step walking. Trotting. Prancing.
After a bit he got a thin dildo shaped device, with a mane of what looked like dark, silky hair attached to the back. "A tail for you my dear." Kara blushed. "Guess where this goes." He queried with a little chuckle. Kara turned away in shame.
"OK, I want this in your ass." he said with just a hint of sharpness in his voice.
"May I lick it to lubricate it?" Kara asked oh so submissively.
"Of course." He graciously replied.
So Kara licked the dildo to get it nice and wet, pulled her panties down and then, with some effort, managed to get her new tail firmly lodged in her tight anal passageway. The part that remained sticking out really did look like a little tail. Now when she pranced about to Jeff's commands the hair would swirl about just like the tail of a real pony.
She felt a deep sense of shame and humiliation, to be dressed as she was with a leash and collar and that ridiculous tail sticking out, while she pranced and trotted about. Violated, soiled in some way. Owned. Yes that was the feeling. Owned. Bought and paid for. A slave. Jeff's slave. Far, far more intense than it had been at the club. It was both the best and the worst thing she had ever felt.
After a bit they ended up in the living room. Jeff seated himself in her favorite leather armchair, next to the fire. Kara shivering a bit from arousal and shame and air conditioning, was allowed to kneel at his feet with her head down as he quietly examined the room.
Just a few minutes passed in this pleasant little tableau.
"How about some music, Kara - some dance music - I love how you dance at the club you know, now I want to see it just for me."
Kara got to her feet and put on some hot latin music, filling the room with an urgent groove. She started to perform for her owner. Never in her life could she remember a situation in which she felt so completely degraded. She twisted and rocked and ground her hips in a shameless display. Shaking her leash, wiggling her tits in her ridiculous outfit. The mane at the end of her tail swished in the air, she thought she would die of humiliation. After about three minutes Jeff grimaced a bit, got up and looked over the collection of toys he had commanded her to assemble. Rope and clothespins and rubber bands and several vibrators of various sizes. An eight foot wooden dowel. A snappy leather paddle. A few other things. Jeff picked up the snap leather paddle and smacked it lightly against his palm. Oh yes, a nastily little tool for imposing discipline.
"Stop. Turn off the music." Jeff said in a voice barely audible above the sound but filled with menace nevertheless. "You are sleep-walking Kara. You are not trying your best. You will learn that EVERYTHING you do for me must be done to the fullest. And you will learn with pain."
"Yes, Jeff, I am sorry if my dancing does not please you." After degrading herself like she had just done, to find that it did not satisfy him was almost too much to bear. She had to suppress a flash of anger that started to form in her not yet completely submissive brain.
"You are going to be quite sorry. Put your hands on top of your head and lift your left leg up onto this table. Tighten your thigh muscles."
Kara complied, reluctantly, finding it hard to believe that he was going to beat her for not dancing well enough. "Who the fuck did he think he was, anyway?"
"Now you are going to get six smacks. I believe that you will find them quite painful. Then you will turn the music back on and give me your very best dance."
Without further ado Jeff snapped the paddle against the inside of Kara's thigh, about four inches south of her pussy. With a fair amount of his strength. A white hot burning pain, a pain of a different order of intensity than she had felt when they had played at the club, moved up her torso, into her brain and exploded behind her eyes. "Yieooooowwwwwwwww", Kara let out a scream, grabbed her wounded leg and went hopping about the room while the submissive persona disappeared and a rebellious, angry Kara took its place.
"Are you crazy? No fucking way," she shouted, her eyes flashing. "That, SIR Jeffrey, is way beyond my limits. Do that again and I'll break your fucking arm."
"Really, Kara. Are you threatening me?" Jeff said in a calm voice. "Then I guess our arrangement will have to end before it has rightly begun."
He tossed a hundred dollar bill on the table. "That should cover your trouble so far."
It was the moment. Not at all what she had fantasized. Not thirty minutes into this and she was being forced to choose. To submit. To really and deeply submit. Or to give up both the money and the fantasy.
"Wait" Kara ran to Jeff as he was about to open her front door and pass out of her life. She grabbed his arm. "Wait, I'm sorry. I will submit."
"Will you?" asked Jeff, with the door half open, shaking free of her grasp, "You already said that, and now, first test and you start to yell and threaten. I don't think so."
Oh no. This was not going to end. It can't. She had to have the money. She desperately needed it. And, money or no, she wanted, needed to be Jeff's slave. "Please." Kara got on her knees and wrapped her strong arms around his legs. "Please don't go. Please. I will do anything. Beat me as you will."
"OK Kara. One more chance. But if you ever speak to me in anger again this will be over. I understand you hopping about. That just earns you more punishment. But anger. From you. Absolutely not allowed. And threats. Really, it destroys the mood."
"Yes Jeff. I understand. It wont happen again. I swear it."
"Good girl. Why don't you get back into position."
"Thank you Jeff for giving me another chance. I promise you wont be sorry."
"No but you will.", he thought.
Kara then walked back to the coffee table, feeling more submissive than ever, raised her leg onto it, put her hands on top of her head and tightened her thigh muscle till it was visibly straining. A slight tremor of fear had crept into her psyche. Fear of punishment. Fear of pain.
Although she trusted Jeff not to actually damage her, she knew that he was a sadist, that he would revel in her pain. But accompanying the fear, just behind the fear, was a further ramp up in arousal - an arousal that had been momentarily damped by her anger. An arousal based on the further transfer of power from her to Jeff. She was deeper into it. The actuality of being his slave further manifest. It made Kara feel ashamed. Deeply ashamed. A little bit frightened. And unbelievably horny........ Just as she had long imagined it.
"Now here's the thing. You will get seven whacks. You may cry and scream and plead, but you must hold your position. If you move or attempt to stop the blows or in any way interfere, we will start from one and you will get eight. OK."
"Yes Jeff. I will do my best."
SMACK!! the leather paddle slapped sharply on poor Kara's oh so sensitive upper thigh. "Oooowwwwwwwwwwwww, god does that hurt. Please.....p-p-please...please can you go a little easier. It hurts so bad..Please?", Kara begged submissively, all thought of rebellion totally banished, her voiced breathless from the pain.
CRACK!!!!!! again, maybe a little harder. "Yieowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww - no, please - I can't bear it, please oh please" whimpered Kara, wringing her hands tightly together on top of her head, exerting all her will to hold the position, to keep from putting her hands out to protect her tender and abused inner thigh.
CRACK... CRACK... CRACK... CRACK... CRACK!!!
Five more very hard whacks with the cruel leather snap paddle had Kara mewling and pleading and whimpering and screwing up her little face in pain.
Finally it was done. Kara was sweating and just on the verge of tears. Jeff was smiling in an evil and satisfied manner.
"Very good Kara. Good to your word. Now you may dance for me."
This time Kara really did dance with all her heart - putting the pain she had just experienced, the lust she was feeling, her shame at being reduced to selling herself for money, the even deeper shame at being so under this man's thumb - all this into her performance.
Jeff leaned back and enjoyed the show, his already hard cock getting harder and harder. "Wow" he thought to himself. "What an incredible lady. Does life get any better than this?"
After about thirty minutes or so, after Kara was becoming exhausted from her passionate dancing, Jeff told her to stop and turn off the music.
"Yes Kara, stand in front of me. You look sooooooooo sexy all sweated up in your little outfit. Let me ask you something. Are you horny?"
"Yes Jeff, you can't imagine how horny."
"Have you followed my instructions and not cum for seven days?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Jeff, I am sure. I haven't cum for seven days and I am dying for some relief."
Jeff then reached under her soaking panties to finger her pussy. The first time he had ever touched her there. An electric shock of pleasure, just as intense as the pain, shot through her when his finger momentarily brushed her very hard clit - she gave a little moan.
"I'm famished" Jeff said, after he had brought Kara to the very brink of orgasm a couple of times, simply by brushing the tip of his finger lightly across her clit. "Why don't you go make me some lunch."
Kara, the thoroughly dominated little slut, got down on her knees and put her hands together as if she were praying to the gods. "Please Jeff. Can't you let me cum - I really, really, really need to - its been seven days - I'm kind of dying for it. My pussy is burning up. Please? Huh. Come on. Please? Just once? OK?"
"Oh do you look sexy dressed in your outfit, down on your knees, begging for relief." Jeff grabbed her leash and made her crawl about the floor for a bit like a little doggy, her tail waving about. Kara begged and begged. Jeff just laughed and taunted her. "Yes, I am pretty aroused myself, but I will get to cum when I want to, while you, my dear, must wait, perhaps for quite some time." With that he couldn't resist any longer and started laughing hysterically at the sight of this once proud young woman crawling about what used to be her own living room on a leash, begging for sexual favors. Kara turned bright red with shame and humiliation at Jeff's laughter. But she continued to crawl and beg. She wasn't kidding. She really, really, really needed to cum.
After awhile Jeff gained control of himself and stopped laughing. He gave Kara a length of rope and had her tie her ankles together with maybe six inches of slack. A tight hobble. Kara had to get up and walk with tiny little mincing steps, on her six inch slave heels, to her kitchen, her pussy burning with frustrated need. She then proceeded to prepare a nice healthy lunch of goat cheese salad and pan-fried Portobello mushrooms, a simple task made rather difficult by her tight hobble and by the extra little requests and taunts from Jeff, who sat comfortably in a chair, occasionally making her stop and do something humiliating like smacking a wooden spoon on her ass or jumping up and down.
The food made Kara's mouth water. She was quite starving. As instructed she had only a bit of juice and toast as an early breakfast and it was now past two o'clock. But no food for her. She served Jeff, obeying his various capricious commands - "no, not in that glass - get me my drink in that tall blue one. No, I've changed my mind - use that mug over there" and so forth, all the while Kara forced to walk about in her hobbled high-heeled state, her aching sexual need filling her consciousness, getting, if that was possible, even hornier, as Jeff humiliated and dominated her further.
Finally the meal was served. "Ok, that looks great. You must be hungry too - it's a shame there is nothing for you to eat. Hmmmm. I know. You can have my toes for lunch", He said brightly. "While I am enjoying this tasty meal why don't you take my shoes and socks off and get under the table and give me a nice toe sucking. Enjoying my nice tasty feet. Remember - do it with all your heart, as best as you can, or you will be very sorry."
So while Jeff ate his healthy meal, Kara licked her owners feet and sucked on his toes. How low could she go. When she thought she had hit bottom he would do something to degrade her further. "I can't believe I'm doing this" she thought. "Licking this guys gross and smelly feet, in my own kitchen, that ridiculous dildo stuck up my ass, while he sits there proud as a peacock eating that delicious meal."
Jeff ordered her to make sure she got between each toe and did a good slow job on the arches. The smell was pretty overwhelming to Kara. But she did do her best, putting out a considerable effort to please her master, trying to let her enthusiasm make up for her lack of experience. She sucked each toe, then ran her tongue slowly up and down the bottoms of his feet, licking and slurping. Finally she spread each pair of toes and cleaned out the spaces between them. After maybe twenty minutes the food was gone and Jeff ordered his little toy to her feet.
"Not half bad, but you need to learn some technique. I suggest you watch some videos. If you do such a lame job next time you will be severely punished. But the meal was pretty good - you're quite the accomplished little cook."
"Thank you Jeff" Kara couldn't believe how nice Jeff's offhand compliment made her feel.
"Why don't you clean up here and then go to the living room. Be quick about it."
Back in the living room Jeff had Kara get up on the coffee table on her knees and bend slightly forward. He bound her arms, wrists to opposite elbow, behind her back with some rope. There was a rope, threaded through a hook in the ceiling, that Kara had previously set up as per her instructions. Jeff tied that rope to her cross bound arms and pulled the other end of the rope, forcing Kara's arms up, her head forward and her butt outwards. Next he spread her legs and tied her ankles to opposite ends of the coffee table forcing those legs rather painfully apart. Then he further pulled on the rope, making Kara lean far forward, pushing her ass way out, causing the skin on her already firm and round ass cheeks to become extremely taught. The rope was tied off to a leg of the coffee table, ensuring that Kara had no choice but to maintain this somewhat painful and extremely humiliating position.
Jeff explained. "Now we will begin your ass paddling. This is the first of a number of paddlings you will get today. By the time I am finished with you, your ass will be so sore that just a light touch will hurt. But you will still have to submit to more paddling. Oh. And by the way. This is not punishment for anything. You have been quite nice and submissive since our little set to. You are about to be beaten simply because I have purchased the privilege of doing whatever the fuck I want with you. And today it amuses me to beat you this way."
He pulled down her white lacey panties till her ass cheeks were just exposed.
So there she was, just imagine it. Kara Brandt, beautiful and buff, a woman who previously had much pride, but was now reduced to sexual slavery. Kneeling on her stout oak coffee table. Pink panty hose attached to pink corset with pink garters. Collared, leashed and painfully bound with her legs held wide apart. Lacey white panties pulled down just below her ass. A tail sticking out of her asshole. Ready to be paddled for her owners amusement.
"Wow we", Jeff thought, "was there ever a better site. Just look at her, all bound up waiting for her paddling. Totally under my control. God does she inspire the sadist in me."
Jeff got up and started to play with the dildo thrust deeply into Kara's asshole. She twisted and squirmed with pleasure.
"One other thing" said Jeff with a nasty little smirk. "You are probably so horny that this paddling, instead of hurting, might just make you cum. You are NOT ALLOWED. If you cum, I pay you for today and you never see me again. And believe me, I am not kidding. So, if you feel yourself going over the edge, tell me - and of course, don't you dare lie."
Kara just nodded her head.
WHAP!! Down came the paddle on Kara's exposed and oh so delicious ass, immediately causing a red blush to appear and a little whimper to escape her lips. "Damn, this is fun," thought Jeff. WHAP and again WHAP. Kara squirmed delightfully in pain as her ass was sorely abused. After seven or eight stout whacks, the poor woman's butt was a fiery cherry red, quite hot to the touch. Tears were forming in her eyes. She was whimpering with the pain. But she was also experiencing intense sexual pleasure at the same time. So much so that she really might cum.
Another five or six whacks and she was right at the edge. Her need was so great that she thought about letting it go, but her submission to Jeff's will was stronger. "Stop I'm going to cum." She said reluctantly.
"Already?" you are quite the little slut aren't you. "Yes, Jeff, I am, I am, I am your little slut. I truly am. But I really, really, really need to cum. Please?"
"Not a fucking chance slave. Cumming is something you are going to do very little of while you are under my control."
"However" he continued in a light and cheerful way as if he were talking about the weather, "I really do want to continue your paddling so we will have to do something to keep you from that release you desire so much.
Hmm. I think I know just the thing." Jeff said in a thoughtful tone of voice.
He picked up a clothespin and eyed it with a little twinkle, showing it to his bound slave-girl. With horror she realized what was going to happen next. "No, Jeff, please, you can't - no."
"No? I can do anything I damn well please. I own your fucking ass. And right now I like to paddle that ass without giving you an orgasm. I think this will be very effective."
He opened and snapped shut the clothespin right in front of her eyes. Kara was terrified. This was too much. Much more than she had bargained for. He really was a sadist and was going to torture her. She couldn't even bear to think about what she knew he was going to do. But she couldn't summon any will or anger to resist. "Please Jeff, please, don't do this to me. I have been so good. I don't think I could stand it. Please."
"You know Kara, I probably shouldn't. This is pretty extreme. And you have been quite good. And don't deserve it. But I want to, want to paddle you and hurt you in this way very much indeed, and, you know what, I can. You are completely under my thumb, completely in my power. Don't you agree."
"Yes Jeff, I am your total slave. I only beg you to find some mercy in your heart."
With that Jeff, finding no mercy in his heart, only a rock hard cock in his groin and a deep cruelty in his mind, opened the clothespin with one hand and spread her clit hood with the other. He positioned the pin to take a fair chunk of Kara's hard and aroused button in its teeth, and let go. For a second nothing much happened. Then a wild shrieking scream escaped Kara's lips.
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. God. NO NO NO. Please, get it off please I cant stand it."
Oh yes. A most intense sort of burning horrible pain exploding from the part of her that wanted pain least. Almost instantly the warm and erotic feeling that had been damping the pain all day long vanished. Now it was nothing but pain as the poor girl twisted and squirmed in her bonds in a useless attempt to shake the clothespin loose. In one of the truly most pathetic things Jeff had ever seen, she bent her head forward and started blowing desperately, hoping that the tiny little gusts of air would dislodge the source of pain.
"Jeez do you make my cock hard Kara. This is incredible" said Jeff, "Now here is what happens next. You will get twenty swats with this paddle. After each one you will count the number out, thank me and ask for another. If you forget the count or the thank-yous, I will be forced to start from one."
"Please Jeff, please - I am not horny any more - it wont make me cum - please take off the clothespin - I cant bear it. Please."
"Oh, but bear it you must."
Whap. Down came the paddle on Kara's up thrust ass. Now there were no conflicting signals. Only the raw feeling of being beaten severely.
"Owwwww. Oh god, I am in agony." But she remembered. "One, thank you, p-p-p-p-please give me another." She managed to whimper.
Whap. Again. "Aiowwwwwwwww - no, p-p-please it hurts so much. Two, thank you, please give me another." And so on.
Twenty times this was repeated. Twenty times Kara felt the harsh snapping sting of the paddle, while her clit was simultaneously being tortured. Twenty times she thanked and begged for another.
Finally the paddling was done. Kara was drenched in sweat and sobbing softly. Her ass was raw, red, though amazingly unbruised. The center of her sex had become one intense burning source of agony. Jeff removed the clothespin, causing another paroxysm of pain as blood rushed in to her abused clit.
He then untied her. Feeling a momentary lapse of tenderness towards this fantastic woman who was sharing this experience with him, Jeff helped her off the table, wrapped her shaky body in his arms and gave her an intense kiss.
Kara responded. Feeling something akin to love for this guy who had just beaten the crap out of her. Thankful to be shown this small bit of kindness after all the pain and degradation.
"Well, I must say you are the very best, Kara, the absolutely perfect mixture of strength and submissiveness," Jeff offered as he forced himself to break away from the kiss.
Kara did not trust herself to speak, her feelings so totally mixed up and confused.
"I think you have had enough pain for awhile", He continued. "Besides. I am quite horny and needful of some relief. So for now you will be my pleasure slut."
So here is Kara, in what used to be her own bedroom, on her very own bed, teased and tormented to extremity, denied sexual release for a full week, needing to cum as much as she ever needed anything, attending to her master's pleasure. Slowly she undresses him, licks his body from head to toe, paying particular attention to his asshole. There is just this one moment where they both drop out of role for an instant. These two totally aroused and sexually compatible humans lying in a comfortable bed together. Their eyes lock, they both see the other direction this could go - into hugging and kissing and making love and who knows what else. But the moment passes. That, by mutual silent agreement, is not where things are going.
A little while later Kara is on her knees on the carpet begging to be allowed to start on Jeff's engorged cock. Yes Jeff says, even his almost inexhaustible sexual patience reaching its limit. Kara begins to lick his cock slowly, very very slowly. Even so it doesn't take all that long for Jeff to climax, spurting a large load of cum onto Kara's upturned and accepting face.
"Um, hmm, that was great. It feels so nice to cum. Don't you think."
Kara barely bit the sarcastic "I wouldn't know" reply back and just nodded her head.
Still covered in his cum she got up and made some tea, accompanied by some crackers. Blessedly she was allowed to eat. For ten or fifteen minutes they kind of sat there, sipping tea, eating crackers and jam not saying much, each lost in their own private thoughts. Jeff in a total bliss of contentment, Kara happy to be satisfying one hunger but impatient to deal with the other.
Unfortunately, when the tea was cleared and she came back into the room Jeff, middle-aged or no, was hard as a rock and waiting for his pleasure slut. Kara again used her tongue on his cock but this time it took much longer. Perhaps an hour of Kara, using all of her skill, to slowly build Jeff back to climax. Just before Jeff came he stopped her.
"Well, before I cum again, I think it is time to torment you some more. Come lie down, slave."
With that, Jeff got up and Kara submissively lay down on her four poster bed, hands and legs spread eagled wide. Jeff bound her hand and foot with rope. He disappeared into the living room for a moment and returned with a feather.
"Oh no, don't you dare" squeeled Kara when she saw the feather. She was the most ticklish person she had ever met, couldn't stand to be touched on the bottoms of her feet or under her arms and now here she was bound and helpless with her sadistic owner holding a feather.
"Are you ordering me slave?"
"No master, no, I am obviously yours to do with as you please, but please, oh please, no tickling. Please."
"Hah - I will tickle torture you and worse. Much worse - you will see."
With a wide grin Jeff commenced to tickle the bottom of his slavegirls feet.
Kara went absolutely beserk, screaming and squeeling and writhing in a hopeless attempt to avoid the feather. The feather which swished and swirled over the bottoms of Kara's tender feet then under her arms and finally between her legs. Immediately the squeels and screams turned to moans of pleasure. Even this tickling. Something she thought she absolutely hated, just added to her arousal. In fact Kara was so aroused that the gentle touch of the feather on her clit would be more than enough to make her cum. If only Jeff would just let her.
Fat chance. Jeff teased and teased. Bringing her to right to the edge of orgasm again and again. She begged. She pleaded. She writhed and squirmed. She arched her body till she practically ripped her arms from their sockets in an attempt to reach the feather which Jeff dangled just above her pussy.
But the worst oh my - by far the worst - was still to come.
Jeff looked down on his little slave girl, drenched in sweat, pleading with every ounce of her sweet being for sexual release. Did this awaken the quality of mercy in his soul. Hardly. It only whetted his appetite for the final cruelty he was going to inflict upon her.
After perhaps ninety minutes of teasing Jeff went to get his evil toy, hidden in the case he had arrived with. When he returned to the bedroom and his bound slavegirl he was carrying a complex contraption made of leather and steel. Kara had a very bad feeling about what the contraption was. Something they had created fantasies around when they played at the club in what seemed like another lifetime.
"Yes Kara, your worst nightmare. A chastity belt. You know I have wanted to get you into one of these things since the moment I met you. Especially in the aroused and frustrated state you are now in. Oh yes - the sheer torment of it - it just makes me wild with lust to think of how crazy this will make you."
"Oh GOD NOOOOO - NOOO - please Jeff, please don't do this to me. Please, Jeff, please - anything but a chastity belt - anything." Begged the now almost hysterical and hopelessly bound Kara.
Jeff approached with the belt and started to fasten it around her waist.
Kara squirmed, trying to avoid the inevitable.
"Hold still slave" he commanded. "Hold still or I will add to the time you will have to spend in your belt before I let you out."
"Oh Jeff, please -- at least let me cum once before you put it on, please? I'm already so frustrated I will not be able to bear it. Please Jeff? Please? Just one little orgasm before you lock me away. Come on. Give a girl a break. Please"
"Hahaha. Not a chance." Replied her cruel and sadistic master.
Without further ado Jeff proceded to hook Kara up to her new prison. The belt was of a particularly fiendish construction, allowing the female wearer no possibility of a clitoral orgasm. Pussy fucking was out of the question, but the wearers butt hole was left temptingly exposed.
After locking the belt and depositing the key in his wallet, Jeff released Kara from her bonds and watched as the poor girl explored her prison. She tried to force her fingers under the steel band that covered her clit and her love hole. No way. Painful even to try. She tried to pound on the belts outside, hoping to set up some vibrations which might give her some release. No luck. Finally she just stood there wringing her hands in frustration and despair.
All of this was getting Jeff hotter and hotter. Finally he could take it no more. He bent his slavegirl over and thrust his raging hardon deep into her asshole. Slowly he fucked his helpless slut in the ass, prolonging his pleasure and her torment. Finally he spurted a hot load right into the poor girls butt.
After he regained his breath he told Kara what he had in mind. It seems that Mistress Morgan (Kara's boss at the club) was all hot for having Kara belted. She thought that it might spice things up and make everyone a bit of extra money. The guys would go wild for her in her belted state. And the other girls would just love to torment her and humiliate her and have Kara lick their pussies in various girl on girl shows.
If she was really, really good, Jeff informed her, both to him and to the other girls at the club, he might let her out of her belt in a month or so.
Meanwhile her life was going to be a living hell. Forced, by economic necessity to work at the club where she would be constantly subjected to unbelievable humiliations from the customers and the other girls. Forced always to be in sexual situations with her pussy a raging torment of hot desire, but allowed no release, Kara would little by little go out of her mind.
"Oh, and here is the rent, all $600 dollars of it. See that our landlord gets it on time," Was Jeff's parting remark as he dropped six one hundred dollar bills on the table and walked out the front door of his apartment, already thinking up new torments for his hopelessly helpless slavegirl.
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