“Hello?” I answered.
“Miss Addams, you have a call on line 3.” It was my secretary.
“Thank you,” I said, and I pushed the button to connect to the call.
“This is Tawnya Addams,” I said.
“Hello whore,” the deep masculine voice said. I knew in an instant who it was and I felt my cunt dampen in excitement.
“Master! Oh hello, Sir! You surprised me calling me like this!” I said, as I caught my breath. I picked up the cordless handset of my phone and walked to my office door, shutting it for privacy sake.
“That was my intention. I just thought I would call and see how you are doing. And if you are thinking about me,” he said.
“Oh yes, Master I am thinking about you – more than you know!” I said. And that was the truth too, he had been on my mind since I had left him two days ago. Sweet memories of what happened that day and keen anticipation of what was to come filled my thoughts. And now with him on the telephone, any thoughts other than of him were quickly squashed.
“Well I have been thinking of you too, whore. I have been thinking about your performance the other day and how we can improve it,” he said.
“You didn’t like my performance the other day, Master?” I asked, concerned.
“No, I didn’t say that. You did fine, but there’s always room for improvement. You will always be trying to improve and learn new things – that is the journey you have begun. D/s is not a destination. You will never “get there”. Rather it is a continuous learning experience. You will learn new things and learn how to be better at the old ones. You are and will always be a work in progress – my partially finished work of art.”
“Yes, Master,” I said, smiling at that idea.
“One of the areas in which I want you to work on is your deepthroating skills. I noticed you had a little difficulty taking me completely down your throat. Now admittedly, I am bigger than most men and probably most of the men you have had, but you will need to learn how to swallow me completely. So in order for you to train your throat to accept my cock, I want you to go to an adult store and buy a dildo that is at least the same size as I am so you can practice at home,” he instructed me.
“Yes, Master. I know of a couple of those places. I will do it this afternoon,” I said.
“Very good. The other thing I want you to do before we meet again is I want you to get checked for STD’s. Now I am sure you are clean and I don’t mean it like it sounds, but the next time we meet, I intend to take my pleasure out in you and I want to make sure we are playing safe. So go to the nearest free clinic this week and get checked for any STD’s. It won’t cost anything, or it will be minimal if it does. Bring the doctors report saying you are clean with you. I will do likewise, so we will both know we are clean and safe,” he said.
“Yes, Master. I will make an appointment for it as soon as I get off the phone with you. And I will be sure to bring the report with me this weekend. Is there anything else?” I asked.
“Good girl. No that will do for now. I will call you again before the week is done and we will talk more,” he said.
“Yes, Master. I look forward to it,” I said and hung up the phone. Sitting there after talking with my Master, I noticed my heart was pounding and my breath was coming in short pants. I also noticed I was damp. This man was incredible! I got up from my desk and went to the bathroom. I had an uncontrollable urge to masturbate and get myself off, that was the power this man had over me!
On my way home from work that night, I stopped by one of the adult shops we have here just outside of town. I picked one that was a good distance from my neighborhood – I didn’t want anyone I knew to possibly see me in there!
I walked into the place and took a quick look around. There was only one male customer in the store along with the young kid behind the counter. That was about as safe as it was going to get in there so I went to check out the selection. I perused what was available, most of which were of average size between six and eight inches in length. Too small for my needs. I needed a massive cock! Finally I found one that would be perfect for my needs. A ten inch long, three inch circumference beast of a cock with a handy suction cup base. Perfect for practicing my deep throating and it would also stick to the shower walls for a little itch-scratching in the shower! I picked up the dildo and as I was walking up to the front counter to pay for it, I happened across the BDSM section.
I looked over what was there in the display case and how the two manikins (one male and one female) were dressed. The male manikin was dressed as a Master and the female as a slave. Between the manikins and the items in the display case, I could feel myself cunt starting to drool – I needed to get my purchase and get out of there before I got too soaked!
I could hardly wait till I got home after I bought my new training aid. I wanted to get at that dildo and see how good I was. Once I did get home and into my apartment, I tossed my blazer over my chair and kicked my heels off and went to the kitchen table to open my new friend. I opened the box and took the monster out. It had a soft silky feeling but it smelled of plastic. I put it to my lips and licked it. It wasn’t unpleasant tasting, but it didn’t take like my Master’s delicious cock!
That’s when I thought that maybe if I could soak it in my slick cunt, it might taste better. I had tasted myself many times and so I started looking around for a suitable place to use to suction cup base. I thought about the refrigerator but the cold surface might not be too good, plus my fridge is a double door type and it’s too wide. Then I spotted a small spot on the side of the kitchen counter that was just the right height for me when I was on my knees and narrow enough I could straddle it. And it was smooth enough for the suction cup to stick to! I licked the suction cup and stuck it in place, then hiked up my skirt and shed my panties. I got onto my knees and backed up against the dildo.
My new toy slid easily into my soaked cunt and before long I was fucking myself with the toy – bouncing back against it as it pressed deep in my hole. God, it felt so wonderful! I closed my eyes and imagined my sweet Master fucking me doggy-style there on my kitchen floor, taking me at his whim and using my cunt for his pleasure. I remembered our first meeting and the amazing way he made me cum over and over. And I remembered all the fascinated and exciting things I had seen at the toy store only a little while ago.
It wasn’t long before I was ready for an explosive orgasm! I backed up to the dildo, taking it as deep as I could as I came hard, my juices coating the plastic cock and bathing it in my smell and taste. I held it inside me for a few moments after I came just to make sure the plastic would take my taste. Plus, it felt so fucking good to be filled with that cock! I just wished it was my Master’s instead of a fake replica.
Finally, regretfully, I slipped it slowly from me, feeling empty and cold almost immediately. I pulled the cock off the wall where I had stuck it and stuck it to the tile floor of the kitchen instead. Then I hovered over it, and slid my mouth down around it. It tasted of me and plastic, but my juices made it tolerable. I went down on the plastic cock further and further, trying to get as much of the huge thing in my throat as I could. I pressed on until I nearly retched and marked that spot with my fingers. Getting a rubber band from the drawer, I wrapped the dildo at the point I stopped. This would be my starting point for future practice. I still had a ways to go!
Over the next week, I practiced with my dildo trainer a few times every night. I wanted to show my Master some serious improvement. I read “how-to” articles on the Internet on deepthroating techniques and tried them out. Like anything else in the ‘Net, some of them worked, but many of them did not.
The week went by agonizingly slowly. I was treated twice more to phone calls from Master, both of which got me totally flustered and giggly as a schoolgirl just like the first one. But as much as I enjoyed the calls, they only made waiting for the weekend worse. I wanted to be with Master so much, I didn’t know how I would hold out until Saturday.
But at last Friday came and I went to work, glancing up at the clock throughout the whole day as I did my work. It was about 2:30 that Friday afternoon when the phone rang again.
“Hello whore,” he said. It was my Master! My heart leapt and my pussy dampened.
“Hello, Master! Oh thank you for calling me – I was hoping I would hear from you today!” I said. I knew I sounded like a high school girl with a crush, but I didn’t care.
“How has your week been? Did you get the things done I asked of you?”
“Yes, Master I did them both. I got a dildo and have been practicing as much as I can. I got the doctors report yesterday and I am good to go. Master this past week has been torture! I can’t wait to see you tomorrow – I hope that is still on?” I said.
“That is what I wanted to talk to you about. What would you say to coming to my house for this weekend’s play instead of that seedy hotel? I know the hotel makes you feel whorish and sleazy and you enjoy that, but I have things at home that I can’t bring to a hotel.”
“You want me to come to your home, Master? Oh I would love that! Yes! Oh yes, Master!” I said excitedly. I was going to get to see my Master’s home! This was even better than I could have hoped for!
“Good then it is settled. I will expect you at my house around, say 10:00 am? I want to get an early start – we have a lot to go over tomorrow, so don’t be late!” he said.
“Yes, Master. Tomorrow at 10:00 am. I’ll be there,” I said, barely able to contain myself.
The next morning I was up earlier than I can remember ever being up on a weekend. But I had a very good reason – I had been invited to Master’s house! As nervous and excited as I was, I wanted to look extra special for today. Master had already said he wanted to take his pleasure out in me (a statement that, at the time he said it, almost made me cream my panties on the spot!) so I knew I was to be used. I wanted an outfit that would be easy to get out of and made me look whorish and slutty!
I decided on a pair of wet-look black leather skin-tight pants that had full length zippers running up the outside of each leg. For a top I had a silver sequined tube top that pushed my large tits together and up making my tits look even bigger and fuller. The top could be easily pulled off or down to get at my tits and the pants zipped off in a second.
Since I wasn’t allowed to wear panties, I would be naked and ready for whatever he wanted in less than a minute! I finished my whore look with a pair of black six inch stiletto-heeled pumps. I put on my makeup, making sure I had plenty of mascara and red lipstick. Then with shaky hands and nervous knots I haven’t known since my high school prom many years ago, I got in the car and drove to the address Master Michael had given me.
Master Michael lived in a large country-style two-story house with what I would learn is three bedrooms and two baths. As I approached the house, the first thing that caught my eye was the huge covered front porch. I pulled into the driveway and stopped in front of the house. I sat there for a moment, just trying to calm my nerves, but it didn’t help. So I got out of the car and climbed the half-dozen stairs onto the porch, crossing it to stand at the front door. I sucked in a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
It took an eternity, it seemed, for the door to open – although in truth it was probably only a minute or so. During my wait I almost turned around three different times just from nerves, but my desire to be with my Master won out over the nervousness. Ultimately, the door did open and standing there in front of me was the man that had caused a week’s worth of butterflies and more than one filthy masturbatory fantasy.
“Welcome to my home,” he said, as he offered me his hand. I took his hand and he pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me. Pushing me back against the door, he leaned forward and kissed me deep and passionately. At first I was surprised by his sudden display of affection, up to this point he had shown sexual interest but not emotion. As he kissed me though I felt myself melt into him, my knees getting weak and I put my arms around his neck for fear of falling.
“Oh, Master!” I gasped, as our kiss broke. He took a step back and looked at me, surveying my outfit and looks. I stood there under his scrutiny, waiting for his reaction. He smiled a naughty little smirk and I began to relax. Before I could react, his hand shot up and grabbed me by the throat, pushing me back against the wall. Instinctively I reached up to grab his hands, but he was expecting it and brushed my hands away, then slapped me hard across the face.
“Keep those hands down!” he barked, and I lowered my hands immediately. I stood there on tiptoe with his hand gripping my throat looking at him with wide eyes.
“Are you ready to play, whore?” he asked. I nodded as best I could.
“Good,” he said, then he released my neck and leaned forward again, kissing my neck, then moving down to my shoulder and then working around to kiss his way down my chest to my tube top. His kisses left a hot burning trail of desire and the closer he got to my tits the louder and more impassioned my moans got.
Taking a small step back, he let me pant for a moment as he hefted and massaged my tits through my top. I felt him hold my tits then squeeze them as his fingers curled into the fabric of my top and then into my meaty tits. My hands moved back against the wall, palms flat and fingernails raking the wall as he lit the fire in my cunt.
“Well as delightfully slutty and trashy as you look, whore, these clothes are covering up what you are her to give up. Shall we remove them, then?” he asked as he hooked a finger over my tube top and between my tits. I moaned as I felt the digit in my cleavage and he pulled the top down until my nipples poked out of the top.
“There we go, peek a boob!” he said, chuckling. He pulled the top down the rest of the way, freeing my huge 40DDD tits completely.
He then reached up and grabbed my nipples hard, lifting them high and stretching them upwards. “Come with me,” he said, and he proceeded to haul me across the room by my nipples.
“Ohhh fuckkk,” I cried.
He walked briskly, made me struggle to keep up and keeping a steady pressure on my tits and nipples. He walked through the foyer and down the short hallway to the living room. He walked the long way around the large couch and across the living room, guiding me around with a vice-like grip on my nipples, pulling me along by them. He took me over to the far wall where there was some room and stood me with my back to it.
“Have you been practicing your deepthroating skills?” he asked me, still holding my nipples high and making me dance on my tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure.
“Yes, Master!” I cried as my nipples felt like they were being torn off.
He released my nipples and my tits fell, adding a sharp pain to my already sore nipples. “Good, because we are about to see how you are coming along with your training,” he said, slapping each tit getting the blood back into my nipples. “Kneel with your back to the wall.”
I did as he commanded and then he grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair holding my head still and pressed against the wall. With his free hand he unzipped his pants and fished out his huge, thick cock. It was every bit as impressive as I remembered it being and it was already hard and erect. I licked my lips in anticipation of having my face stuffed with his sausage. He pushed his hips closer to me and began slapping my face with his cock.
Master Michael knew that being treated like a filthy whore turned me on and he was really giving me the whole program. I was loving every bit of it too! My cunt had been damp pretty much since I woke up this morning – it was moist with excitement as I prepared to see him. Then when I was standing at his door waiting for him to answer, I could feel myself getting wetter. But since his first kiss and especially with his treatment of me since, my cunt was drooling now.
I loved being his whore, being treated like a common, cocksucking whore by him. The rougher and nastier he treated me, the more I liked it. I liked being slapped, being pinched, and all the rough stuff. I knew it wasn’t abuse – I knew that Master Michael treated me this way because it is what I wanted, what I needed. If I was a softer more delicate submissive, he would be different with me.
I knelt there, panting and moaning my need for him. He slapped my face with his cock, teasing me with by holding it just out of my reach, making me beg for it. I was whimpering, crying, and begging him to shove that monster down my throat.
Master teased me with his cock until I was about to bust open. He knew that the buildup would only make what came after all the more intense. Finally he took his hard thick meatpole in his hand.
“Show me what you have been practicing, whore,” he said.
Smiling, I began gently. I casually licked the tip of that delicious cock. Cupping his heavy, cum-filled balls with my left hand, I licked along the length of the shaft and flicked the tip of my tongue over the swollen head. Licked and flicked with my tongue over and over as I watched the monster grow even larger.
I watched that enormous cock twitch to life and the harder and stiffer it got, the more excited I got. My cunt was already dripping… he had told me that he wanted to use me and my cunt wanted to be used, to be stretched, and to be filled more than anything. But first I needed to prove to Master I was deserving of such rewards.
I began to take the head into my mouth. That cock, that wonderful, enormous cock. His cock. It still wasn’t fully erect, but fuck, the taste of it, that beautiful precum taste with a hint of saltiness. I loved that taste.
Taking the shaft in my right hand, with the left hand still holding his balls, I grasped that shaft and pumped it with my hand. I pumped up and down and twisted my hand in rhythm with my mouth. Just a few strokes to get him harder and fuller – I wanted him rock hard and fully engorged. That way I could show off my new skills to him. Once I had him as big and swollen as I could get him, I let go with my right hand, looked up at him and smiled.
“Okay enough playing around, whore. Get to it, it ain’t gonna suck itself, you know!” he said. He pinned my hair to the wall with both hands and as I opened my mouth, he stepped forward, skewering my face with his cock. With my head pinned against the wall and a hand on either side of it, I had no choice but to take his cock as deep as he wanted to shove it.
He slid his meat sword into my mouth and down my throat, deeper, and deeper. I could feel the head of his cock at the back of my throat. I almost gagged, but I had learned to control it to some extent and I resisted the urge.
He pulled his cock out and I took a desperate gasp of air, coughing and sputtering.
And again. He slid that cock back into my eager mouth, so far down this time that my lips were up against his abdomen, and back out again. Down and back. Down and back. Just feeling that glorious cock at the back of my throat.
I had learned from an early age that there were just some women who were born to suck cock. They had the skills and the desire for it and they just didn’t feel right about the world unless they had a mouth full of man meat. I always counted myself in that group of women because I love sucking cock. I love the taste, I love the feel of a man’s cock on my tongue, I love the smell of a man’s crotch pressed up against my nose. I love everything about sucking cock and now I had more cock than I had ever seen on a man and it was all mine.
I looked up at him. I looked into those damn bright blue eyes as I slid back down his cock towards him. I sucked his cock in the way I’d been trained, in the way I’d been practicing.
In and out, in and out. I lost count of the number of times I slid his cock to the back of my throat and out again. I wasn’t thinking. I was just relishing his cock. I was just getting off on the feeling of his hardness in my mouth and stretching my throat.
As I bob up and down on that cock, my breasts, my huge tits, just bounce with me, and rub against his legs. My nipples, still tender from the pinching they had been given, were rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans. The sensations just, just, felt so fucking wonderful. I kneel there at his feet – bobbing, and rubbing, and looking up at him.
Just for a moment I got lost in the pure pleasure I was having. I made a mistake. My hand strayed of its own accord to my crotch and began rubbing my aching cunt through my pants. At first he didn’t say anything – either he didn’t notice (not likely, Master Michael noticed everything!) or he just wanted to see how far I would go, because he let me continue playing with myself through my pants. However, I soon found that toying with my ravenous cunt through the thick leather of my pants wasn’t going to satisfy my throbbing desire. So I pulled the zipper fly down and slid my fingers into my jeans so I could access my slobbering cunt. I rubbed my clit, that pearl of mine, and dipped my fingers into my honey hole while my nipples still grazed his thighs, still fucking him with my mouth.
Fingering my cunt while I sucked on his beautiful cock was more than I could handle. I was already moaning around his cock as it was, but now the added pressure of my own actions made the moans louder, harder, and more needy. My increased moaning also had the enjoyable side effect of setting up vibrations that made Master more excited and brought him closer to cumming as well.
Soon I just knew he was about to cum in my mouth. I could taste that he was, and I could feel by the throb of his mighty cock what was about to happen. Knowing that he was nearing his orgasm fueled my enthusiasm and made me even more turned on. But as unbelievably aroused as I was, I didn’t flinch, I just kept on taking him all the way in, stopping only for a breath every once in awhile.
And then I feel it – his cock swelled and his nuts drew up and I knew it was time. I smiled at myself as I sucked the last few times before I was greeted by the sensation of his hot, thick gooey cum as it splashed against the back of my throat. I have always loved the taste of a man’s cum and he didn’t disappoint. I let his rhythm guide me and I moved with him, as he shot spurt after spurt of his delicious cum into my mouth. I made sure I didn’t waste a drop of his precious gift, sealing my lips tightly around his cock as I milked it completely dry. Then I slowly withdrew until only the head remained inside. I tongue-bathed the head of his cock until I was satisfied he was as clean as I could get him before plopping his cock from my mouth.
Looking up at him again, I smiled sweetly at him. He gently brushed the stray hairs from my face then slid his hand around to my cheek and caressed it so softly. I nuzzled into his hand, purring contentedly.
That was just what he wanted. As quickly as I saw his softer side, he reached down, grabbing my nipples once more between his strong fingers and hauled me to my feet by the poor nubs. Holding them once more high in the air so I had to walk on tiptoes, he looked at me as he spoke.
“Now, shall we continue?” he asked, and I nodded in reply. Then he walked me over to a chair that he had set up in another part of the room.
“You have told me you enjoy stretching your cunt and that it is quite accommodating. Well it is going to have a lot of guests today, some of them will be extraordinarily large ones. So I hope it is up to the challenge. I am going to use that whore cunt of yours thoroughly.” he said.
He released my nipples and, after telling me not to move, he went and got some toys and some lube.
“First we will start with a little warm up,” he said. “Get out of those whore pants and show me that cunt you seem so proud of.” I slid out of my tight leather pants and stood there legs spread, as he applied some lube to my cunt, his long strong fingers diving in and exploring. The lube was cold and I gasped at first, but within moments it had warmed and with his fingers churning inside me, smearing the lube around my cunt was getting warmed up all right!
“Your whore hole is bigger than it looks. Good because it will need to be with what I have planned for it!” he remarked about my cunt.
Picking up an average sized dildo, he placed the head of the toy at the entrance to my cunt and rather unceremoniously sunk it deep into my slick hole. It went in easily, and after a few strokes in and out, he withdrew it only to replace it with a bigger one. Once again the dildo went in easily and he pumped it a few times, pulling it out and putting in a still larger one. With the introduction of this third one, my cunt was beginning to be pleasantly stretched. Sinking it in deep, before withdrawing it halfway out and pivoting it around, Master began loosening up my cunt and getting it ready for whatever abuse he was planning for it.
I had started moaning and panting as he shoved the large dildo in and out of my drooling cunt. This third dildo was sufficiently large for my cunt to have to work to accept it and as it moved inside me, I could feel the ridged and textured surface rubbing against my walls and sending little jolts of electrical sensation to my brain. I began grinding my hips against his thrusts as the dildo turned the fire in my cunt into an inferno.
“Okay, so much for the warm up. Now we’re going to get serious. Your cunt is now open for business, time to see what that filthy whore hole can do!” he said, as he withdrew the dildo from me.
He pulled the wooden chair out and turned it around. Then he picked up the thickest, fattest dildo I had ever seen! It was about nine inches long, but it was a full three and a half inches in diameter – twice as thick as any normal dildo! It had a suction cup base and he stuck it to the seat of the chair. He gestured to the chair, “Sit backwards on the chair and shove that dildo into your cunt. Fuck that dildo, get it all the way into you, and then sit still, whore.”
I looked at the dildo and then up at him. “Master, that thing is too big! Oh my god, Master!” I said, astonished that someone would even make something so huge. Surely this must be a gag gift for a wedding or something, no human could possibly take such a beast, not even me, and I like them huge!
But he wasn’t kidding. It took some positioning and shuffling, but I slid the head of the monster in and began fucking it smoothly, each time endeavoring with success to get a bit more of it inside me. It took a minute or so for my cunt to fully adjust to the girth before I could get about a third of the dildo inside me.
It was huge and I was enjoying the immensely full feeling it gave me. I bobbed up and down on it each time taking a tiny bit more inside. But apparently my progress wasn’t what he wanted. without warning, he came up behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders and shoved me down hard onto the chair, shoving that gigantic phallus deep into my severely stretched cunt.
“Ohmygod, Master! Ohhh it’s ripping me in half! Ohh fuck, please!” I screamed. I tried getting up off the immense dildo, but he held me down on the chair even as I wriggled to get away.
“Sit still and accept it, you worthless whore!” he growled, pressing me down harder onto the chair.
When I finally got accustomed to the huge dildo stuffed in my cunt and sat still, he lifted my tits up and placed them over the back of the chair. With a long section of black rope, he intricately started to bind them, starting with four tight circles tied around the base of my left breast, forcing the remaining flesh out into a firm tight globe. With more intricate loops, the base of my right breast was circled similarly, and it too became a firm globe. My breasts were secured, bound tightly, more tightly than they had ever been before. The pressure on my tits was immense, I could see them changing color already, my nipples were also protruding much more than normal.
“Now things are going to get more intense,” he said, as he went over to the table again. This time he picked up a small leather flogger – a leather wrapped wooden handle with several thin leather strips coming out of the top.
He came back around to the front of me and grasped my tits, testing, feeling their unnatural firmness.
“Look at me, do not take your eyes from mine. If you do I will punish you more,” he warned.
He slapped his hand with the flogger to demonstrate it to me. he started swinging the flogger in a small horizontal figure-eight pattern. He was just far enough away that he could establish his rhythm without touching me, yet.
“Owww,” I yelped, as he stepped closer and the flogger started to slap my tied tits. Whap, whap, whap, whap, the flogger landed on my drum-tight swollen tit flesh. The slaps weren’t hard really, had my tits not been tied and stretched, it probably wouldn’t have hurt nearly as bad. But it the condition they were in, they were already sensitized and the flogger had a definite and immediate effect on them.
I bucked and writhed, twisting in my seat to try to avoid the floggers devilish licking, but this only served to force more of the huge dildo into my cunt. I tried very hard to focus on gazing into this blue eyes, stormy now as he worked the flogger over my tightly bound tits .
Time seemed to stop as I sat there while Master did his work. My poor bloated tits were slapped and whipped, my nipples pinched, pulled, and twisted. My tits had never experienced pleasure and pain like it. I screamed with nearly every stroke, tweak or yank.
Finally, he stopped, “Look at your tits now, whore,” he demanded as he paused the flogger’s swing. I looked down to see that my tits were bulging globes, distended and overripe to the extreme. They looked like they could burst at any minute. They were a deep reddish purple, with red lines where the flogger last fell. My tits burned like they were on fire.
“Stay here, I will be right back,” he said and he left me sitting on the chair. I closed my eyes, feeling the enormous dildo stretching my cunt walls, I felt the burning throbbing in my tits. All the sensations that his actions had produced in me. I had never felt anything as incredible as what he had put me through and I smiled to myself knowing that this was only the beginning of what I would go through!
Master returned to me a minute or so later and, smiling, revealed what he had brought with him, a pair of large clamps joined by a chain. He showed me the jaws of the clamp and demonstrated how tightly they gripped his finger. He also showed me a lead weight, shaped like an upside down pyramid that was connected to a stretchy elastic cord.
“Let’s see how your tits like my clamps now, shall we?” he said. I shuddered at the site of the wicked looking things, but did not have long to ponder the implications as first one clamp, and then the other was applied to my already tested nipples.
“Ohfuckmaster! Oh Master!” I yelled as the clamps made contact and closed. But that pain from the clamps was only multiplied when he attached the end of the elastic cord to the middle of the clamps chain and looking me in the eye, dropped the weight. The weight fell, stretching the elastic band an pulling severely on the clamps tightly secured to my poor abuse nipples.
I screamed again as the weight hit the bottom of the cords stretch and recoiled upwards, only to bounce back down again. Over and over it bounced on the elastic cord until finally it’s stretching and recoiling quieted. Then I could only feel the steady pull on my tits. We both watched intently as the length of the weighted cord lessened with each bounce, the sensations for me were only marginally less intense as it did. As the weight settled ad then just hung there, he picked up the weight and set it in motion again, only this time higher, giving it more stretch and more pull.
With the all the wicked attention dished out to my tits, I had nearly forgotten about the huge dildo that had been wedged into my cunt from the time I sat in the chair. It was still there, of course, but my cunt had obviously become accustomed to the plastic occupant. My eyes remained fixated on the mess that were my breasts. They were tightly bound – squeezed into orbs, nipples distended by the clamps and weights, two firm purple globes stretched taunt as drumheads sitting on my ribcage.
“Having fun yet, whore?” he asked me.
I looked up from my tortured tits “Yes Master,” I moaned softly nodding my head at the same time.
“Good, because we aren’t done yet,” he said. I wondered what more he could possibly do to me. Then I realized that while my tits and mouth and cunt had taken the brunt of the abuse so far, there was one hole he hadn’t touched yet!
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.
