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Becky In Bondage
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Subject: Story: Becky in Bondage
I did not write this...
She arrived on the 5:40 train, clad in exactly the attire I had ordered
her to be in - a sheer blouse, extremely short miniskirt, high heels, and
nothing else. I looked her over with admiration. Her body has always
pleased me. She's about five foot seven, with long muscular legs, soft
feminine curves in all the right places, large tits with extremely sensitive
nipples, and long flowing brown hair. In addition, she's constantly
aroused and thinking of sex. A perfect combination.
"Hello, Becky"
"Hello, sir. May I be your slave this weekend, please?"
There were several people walking by at the time, and I could see her cheeks
flush in embarassment. She tried to hide from the looks of passerby by lowering
her face, but I reached out and lifted her chin up. I held out my hand. She
reached into her purse and produced the collar that she must wear while in my
presence, and carry at all other times. I had her hold her hair up while I
put the collar on. With that ritual performed, I turned and headed for my car.
She followed behind.
After we got in the car, I allowed her to speak freely. "Sir, I just want
you to know that I've been looking forward to this weekend for quite some time.
I've prepared myself, and, even though much of what I'll be doing this weekend
scares me, I'm as excited as I've ever been. Thank you for helping me push
through my barriers."
"Are you ready to surrender totally to me?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Do you need me to review the rules?"
"Please do that, Sir"
I then proceeded to remind her of the things she has learned during her
training. She is always to call me "Sir". She is to be nude at all times
while in my presence, unless she is outside. When we are outside, she is to
be dressed how I tell her. She is always to wear her collar while in my
presence, and carry it at other times. There are some other items she must
always carry: a leash, two dildoes, a pair of nipple clamps with a chain
between them, and a pair of leather cuffs. She must follow all orders
immediately. And, lastly, while she is with me, she is completely my property,
to do with as I please.
I continued, "For this weekend, Becky, I'm adding some other rules.
They will apply only for the duration of this weekend. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Starting now, you will address yourself as 'this cunt' to me, and as 'my
master's cunt' to any one else. When being punished, you will count out the
strokes you have been given, and ask for the remainder. Last, you will be
permanently marked as my slave during this weekend. There is a train leaving
for your home in ten minutes. You have until then to decide if you wish to
accept. If you leave now, I understand. If you stay, you will become my
slave forever."
When I told her these things, I wasn't sure that she'd accept. I knew how
much she enjoys being my slave, but, slavery had never been a full time thing.
She and I live about 200 miles apart, so we don't see each other too often.
But this would change our relationship forever. No longer would she get to go
back to her "normal" life and keep her life with me seperate. No longer would
she be allowed to have a part of her that was not mine. No longer would she
get to have moments that were not as my slave.
A few seconds later, she said, "Sir, this cunt has chosen to stay and become
your slave forever. Please accept this cunt as yours."
I reached over the seat and kissed her. She kissed me back, our toungues
entwining. I broke from the kiss. "Strip", I ordered. She quickly shed her
clothing. I reached into a bag of toys that I'd left on the back seat and
grabbed a large ball gag. I inserted the ball into her mouth, forcing her
to open her lips as widely as possible. I wrapped the straps around her head
and fastened them behind. Next, I took the cuffs from her bag and
attached them to the headrest. I then cuffed her feet to the sides of the
car seat, forcing her legs open. We then headed for home.
As we drove, a few passerby looked into the car. Some were shocked, and some
attempted to strike up a conversation. Her face had a look of horror upon it,
but I could see that she was getting more and more turned on, her pussy
becoming damper and wetter with each passing minute. About a mile from my
house, I pulled over to the side of the road and blindfolded her. I had a
few surprises waiting, and I didn't want her to see.
We pulled into my driveway. I live in a secluded area, and have a large yard
that has been used for many scenes between us. She has been suspended from a
tree in the front yard and left to hang there while I went out to perform some
errands. She has "slept" in a specially designed dog house that I have out
back. In order to get in, she must get on her hands and knees and back into
it. At the back end are two vibrators that are perfectly lined up with her
holes. Once she is all the way in, I snap the front door on and only her head
fits out the front. I then turn on the vibrators and go to sleep for the
night. There are a large number of trees whose branches make ideal switches.
I've also had lawn parties where she serves my guests.
I opened my car door and walked to hers. I unsnapped her hands and feet, and
had her get out and crawl on her hands and knees. I took out her leash and
snapped it into place. We headed for the garage.
I've turned several of the rooms of my house into bondage playrooms, as well
as maintaining thier original purpose. The garage is one of my favorites.
Along one wall is where I keep much of my equipment. There, arrayed along the
wall are whips, paddles, crops, blindfolds, gags, nipple and body clamps,
harnesses, hoods, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, spreader bars, chastity belts,
dildos, vibrators, straps, belts, weights, collars and jewelry.
Along another wall is a padded X-frame, some eye-bolts, and hooks.
Stored against the thrid wall are
a large number of things to tie her down to - a bondage chair, a pommel horse,
a long straight bar, a table that has holes cut out for her tits (the holes can
serve as plant holders if I want to keep it out in public), and a cage are my
favorites.
I removed her blindfold. "Bring me something to spank you with."
"Yyyythhh thhhhrrrrr" she replied. She crawled over to the wall and selected
a riding crop. She stretched her neck and pulled a crop off of the wall.
She slowly made her way back to me, wiggling her hips invitingly.
When she got back to me, I grabbed her collar and raised her to her feet. I
took off her gag, and then attached her cuffs to a hook in the ceiling.
"I'm going to give you fifty now, Becky"
"Yes, Sir. Sir, would you please spank this cunt 50 times"
I smiled. I reached back and delivered a solid blow across her right cheek.
She grunted out "That's one, Sir.
Sir, would you please spank this cunt 49 more times?"
THHHHWWWIIIPPPPP. "UNNNNH. That's two, Sir. Sir, would you please
spank this cunt 48 more times?" By the time I reached twenty, tears had
started flowing, and her breath was coming in gasps. I never hit the
same place twice, alternating between her two cheeks, and the backs of her
legs. By the end of her whipping, her ass was covered in thin red stripes.
She never lost count.
Giving Becky a beating has always excited me, and this time was no exception.
At the end, my dick was painfully hard. The pressure in my loins was making it
difficult to concentrate on the beating, nearly impossible to keep thoughts of
what I was going to do afterwards out of my mind. But I kept those thoughts in
check, instead focusing on making sure that I didn't go too far with the
beating. I mean, after all, it just wouldn't be any fun if she was going to
spend the rest of the weekend convalescing from the first activity. Towards
the end, I lightened up a little, placing spanks on some of her more sensitive
areas - the insides of her thighs, her calves, her thighs.
After the fiftieth she said "That's fifty, Sir. Thank you for whipping this
cunt."
I looked between her legs and saw how turned on she was. Her pussy was as
damp as I've ever seen it, the lips open and practically dripping with her
juices. She had the far-away look that she gets in her eyes whenever she
has crossed the bounds of reality and all that exists for her is an all-
encompassing sexual need. When she gets like this, her entire body becomes
a sexual organ. I can almost make her come just by stroking her fingers.
I felt the same burning desire that she felt. I removed my clothes. Next, I
unclasped her cuffs from the hook, catching her around the waist with my free
arm.
I carried her over to the table and placed her face down on it. I reattached
her cuffs to the table, and replaced the gag between her lips. Her cunt was
open and ready for me. I rubbed the head of my dick all around, around her
lips, her asshole, her clit. I traced some of the whip marks as well. This
drove her to even greater heights of passion. When she was on the verge of
cumming, I placed myself at the opening of her pussy and paused just a minute
before pushing myself in as deeply as possible. She began to cum as soon as I
was in. I could feel her inner walls constricting against me as each wave of
passion hit. Each of her contractions drove me closer to the edge. I started
to piston more and more rapidly as I too approached the edge of my own orgasm.
She kept cumming and cumming, losing control. The ball gag in her mouth was
covered in drool, and her body covered in sweat. I felt my orgasm approach,
and tried to delay as long as possible. Finally, I couldn't keep from cumming
any longer, and let go. The sensations were unbelievable. As I unloaded into
her, she had the most passionate orgasm yet, drenching my dick with her juices.
It seemed like my orgasm came from my entire body. I thought it might go on
forever, never stopping. My breath became coarse, and I had to gulp down air.
She collapsed onto the table, and I fell forward onto her back.
A few minutes later, I lifted myself from her back and removed myself from
inside of her. She barely seemed to notice. I left her there as I went into
the house to get a few things. I came back with a drink of ice water, a cool
cloth, and some cold cream. I removed her gag, and gave her some sips of the
ice water. I rubbed the cool cloth all over her body, and gently rubbed the
cold cream into her ass and legs. She slowly returned to consciousness. A
feeling of peace emanated from her. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Sir."
"You're welcome, Becky"
I unlatched her from the table, and placed her on the ground. I attached her
leash and led her into the house.
PART TWO
I walked into Becky's bedroom and awoke her. She was chained to an eye-bolt
in the headrest of the bed by a thin chain between her collar and the bed.
Her wrists were cuffed to a D-ring in the collar. She was blindfolded, and
her feet were strapped together. I'd placed her in a chastity belt, and put
two dildoes into her. I shook her gently, until I was sure that she was up.
"Sir?" she asked, not really sure that it was me.
I didn't speak, merely releasing her feet and wrists. I removed the chain
from the headboard and pulled on it. She got up from the bed and followed.
I led her into the bathroom and removed her blindfold. "Clean yourself up
and make yourself presentable" I ordered. "Do you have any special orders
for this cunt?" she asked. "Make yourself ready for me." I replied.
I left her alone in the bathroom and went into the living room. I sat in
my chair and turned on a video tape that I'd taken of her the last time
she visited me. That was the time that a friend of mine loaned me her two
slaves, one male and one female, for a night. The film reminded me of some
of the things I had the three of them do. They orally serviced each other,
they serviced me, I tied them into strange positions, I whipped each of them,
on and on the tape went. One of my favorite scenes was when I suspended the
two women upside down, inserted candles into their cunts, lit the candles,
and had him suck on their tits. Later, each of them gave him a blow job,
being careful to bob their heads without moving their bodies. By the end of
the film each was spent, physically and emotionally, from what I'd put them
through.
At some point, Becky entered the room. I wasn't aware when as I was watching
the movie. She's learned not to interrupt anything I happen to be doing, so
she knelt in the doorway, knees slightly spread, head bowed, awaiting my
further insturctions. I had gotten caught up in the movie, so she'd probably
been waiting about 90 minutes. "Come here." She began to crawl across the
floor. "Keep your nipples in contact with the carpet." She lowered her torso
to the ground and continued crawling. When she got to me, I barked, "Look at
me". She'd applied heavy makeup to her face. Her eyes in particular were
heavily done up. Her hair was pulled back and braided. She'd removed her
pussy hair, and I could see her lips peeking out. She looked like a kept
woman.
I'd purchased a special outfit for her and instructed her to put it on.
The robe was a specially designed, light blue, satin garment. It looked very
much like a nightgown, with some modifications. Across her torso, the front
had been cut out in such a way that her breasts were in plain sight. The arms
had a number of leather straps attached that could be tightened at will - one
strap on the wrist, one just below the elbow, one over the bicep, and one at
the shoulder joint. Each strap has two D-rings, one on each side of her body.
Sewn into the collar of the gown is a way to attach the gown to her collar.
The skirt part of the gown is split up to navel height in both the front and
back, and there is a belt around the waist, perfect for tucking in the folds
of the skirt when I want.
After the robe was on, I secured it. I pulled the straps on her arms tight,
attached the gown to her collar, and pulled the belt tight. I then took each
of the wrist straps and clipped them to the other elbow behind her back. I
attached a pair of nipple clamps to her tits, and attached the clamps to a
Y shaped leash. I pulled on the leash and commanded her to follow.
I led her out to my car . I pulled the folds of the gown up and tucked them
into the belt. I then placed her in the car, pushing her legs apart as far as
possible. I got in and started driving. I started talking to her about how
she's been. It had been about two months since we'd seen each other and I
felt like carrying on a normal conversation. For me it was normal. For her,
it was damn near impossible to carry on a normal conversation. I kept playing
with her pussy, and pulling on the leash attached to her nipples. In addition,
she had to remember the rules of the weekend. The conversation was progressing
along as she related to me her troubles at work, how much she's missed me, etc.
Things wound down and we continued in silence for a while.
"So, Becky, it sounds like you find your life pretty boring, huh?"
"Well, Sir, I...." Her face blanched in fear. She realized that she'd
slipped. Usually, at least once a weekend, she'll test the rules that I've
set down, just to find out if I mean them or not. I've learned that I need
to pay close attention to her. She's confided in me that she feels safe when
I don't let anything slide. So, I pulled the car over to the side of the road.
I got out and came around to her side. I opened the door with a yank. I pulled
it so hard that it bounced all the way out and slammed loudly. She jumped back
in terror. I re-opened the door and reached for the leash. Pulling the leash,
I got her out of the car. I led her to the front of the car. "Bend over."
She bent over the hood of the vehicle. I put my hand on the center of her back
and pressed her tits against the warm metal.
"I'm going to give you forty, Becky"
"Thank you, Sir. This cunt deserves to be punished by you. Please spank
this cunt's ass forty times, Sir."
I gave her the forty spanks with my hand, reddening her ass. She thanked me
for each one and asked for the remainder. I gladly complied with her request.
After I was done, I again was hard. I stepped behind her and loosened my pants.
I reached into her pussy and coated two fingers with the juices that I knew
instinctively would be there. I worked one finger into her asshole, then the
second. I placed myself at her hole and lightly pressed, making sure that I
didn't enter. "Sir, please allow this cunt's ass to serve you. Please fuck
this cunt for your pleasure." With that, I pushed into her ass. When I was
fully in, I started fucking, pulling out and shoving back in, slowly at first,
then with increasing speed and length. It was not too long until I was pulling
almost all the way out and ramming all the way back in. She grunted and moaned
in pleasure. Each forward thrust shoved her tits against the hood of the car.
Each time I pulled back, I lifted her torso away, and each thrust threw her back
against the car. By the time I came, she was lost in the throes of a powerful
orgasm. I spilled into her ass.
I pulled out of her ass shortly after I came. "Kneel" I said. She pulled
herself off of the hood of the car and sank to her knees. "Clean me off."
She crawled over to me on her knees and opened her mouth. She surrounded my
dick with her mouth, and licked me until she knew I was clean. I then put her
back in the car and continued driving.
About 15 minutes later, I pulled my car behing a store along the main strip
in town. I got out and led her in through the back door. The store is owned
by a friend of mine who owns a slave of her own. Her slave was tied to one of
the hat racks in the corner. His head was encased in a zippered leather hood,
locked around his neck. Both zippers were closed, the only openings were two
small holes for air. His hands were tied to hooks on the rack. A padlock
was locked around his scrotum. And two dangling weights were hung from his
balls. His ass and back were covered with red whip marks. R. looked over
and him and blanched. Mistress Katherine walked into the back and greeted
us. "Hello, Tsar. This must be Becky"
"Hello, Mistress Katherine. Say Hello, Becky"
"Hello, Mistress Katherine. My master's cunt is pleased to meet you."
Mistress Katherine started, "Becky, Your master has brought you here to me
so that you will be marked as his property. During the next hour or so, I will
be performing that task. While you are here, you will have both of your nipples
pierced, your pussy lips pierced in two places on each, your ears pierced, and
lastly, you will be given a tatoo on your ass that says 'Property of Tsar'. You
will be given some choices. The first is whether to stay. You may leave now,
but if you do so, it will be as you are attired. Also, you will never be
allowed to speak with Tsar or serve him again. Do you choose to stay or go?"
Katherine and I had agreed beforehand that this would occur. She insisted on
asking, and I added the parts about the consequences of Becky leaving.
"My master's cunt will stay."
"Fine. The next choice is whether you will be tied down during the process
of your marking."
"My master's cunt would like to not be tied down during the process, but
would instead prefer to be accepting this freely as a sign of her devotion to
her master."
"Excellent. Your last choice is whether you will be gagged."
"My master's cunt will make no sounds. Please do not gag her."
Katherine grabbed the leash and towed Becky along behind. We entered a well
lit room that Mistress Katherine uses as her bondage room. Often during the
business day, one or more slaves will be in here, bound and punished, while
customers are shopping in the main part of the store. Many's the time I've been
in the store with a knowing smile on my lips when she asks a customer to excuse
her for a moment while she checks on something in the back room. She led Becky
to
the middle of the room and placed her on a raised platform. She released Becky'
s
arms from behind her back, and removed the clips from her nipples. Becky's bloo
d
started flowing back into the nipples, and a pained expression crossed her face.
"Don't move." she demanded. Becky stood there and didn't move, despite the flam
es
of agony that fired through her body from the pain in her nipples. Mistress
Katherine cast an approving smile to me from her position behind Becky She was
impressed by how well Becky has been trained. After a few minutes, Becky seemed
to
settle down.
Mistress Katherine rolled a small table out from behind Becky She said, "We
will now begin. Becky place your hands behind your neck and lock your fingers."
Becky complied immediately. "Now spread your legs." Becky complied. "Further"
R spread them to about twice shoulder width. "Becky, it is very important that
you
not move at all while I do this." Having said that, Mistress Katherine reached
out and grabbed Becky's left nipple. She twisted it between her thumb and fore-
finger, renewing the subsided pain for Becky Becky groaned. Mistress Katherine
took
an ice cube and rubbed it all over Becky's nipple. The nipple became as hard as
I've ever seen it. Katherine rubbed the freezing cube all over the aerola
and the nipple again. She then opened an alchohol rub and wiped it over R's
nipple, ensuring that it was sterile. She opened a package of sterile needles
from a hospital supply company and selected one. She placed the nipple against
Becky's nipple and pushed it gently. The nipple pierced through the skin and
exited the other side. Katherine left it there.
At the beginning of the piercing, Becky had been watching Katherine. As soon
as Katherine had wiped the nipple with the alcohol rub, Becky's eyes caught my o
wn.
Her eyes never left mine. They seemed to be saying, "I accept you as my Master
and surrender myself to you. I will be worthy of you. Please accept me as
yours."
Katherine took the needle and pushed it through the nipple. She then took
a tool that reminds me of an awl. She pushed it through the hole in Becky's
nipple and used it to enlarge the hole. After the hole had been sufficiently
widened, Katherine put a 24-karat gold ring through the hole. She then touched
a soldering iron to the ring and to a strip of metal, fusing the ring into a
non-removable unit. This apparently served to cauterize the hole.
Katherine repeated the proces for Becky's other nipple and all of the other
places where I wanted Becky to be pierced, each time ensuring the sterility of
the procedure. During the entire process, Becky's eyes never left mine. I was
deeply touched by the trust she placed in me at that moment.
The whole process took about two hours. Becky never moved, and Katherine
worked with the skill and precision of a professional. The tatoo turned out
to be beautiful, covering the top part of Becky's right ass cheek. I could see
Becky getting turned on as Katherine worked on her pussy. Becky, to her
credit, never moved. I've worked with Katherine when she has performed this
procedure before, and I know how much it turns her on. When she was done,
she said "Tsar, she is ready for your inspection." I made a great showing
of checking that each ring was in, pulling on them and twisting them. I didn't
pull too hard, due to the newness of the holes. I ran my fingers over the tatoo
and traced out the letters with my fingertips. Katherine and I had already
had a conversation about how to care for Becky's new features, so I knew to take
it easy. Katherine also warned me not to whip Becky on the tatoo for at least t
wo
days. An unfortunate side effect, but well worth it from my point of view.
"Becky show Mistress Katherine your appreciation for the job she has done. I
'll
return in one hour. Mistress Katherine, use Becky as your own." With that said
, I
walked out the front of the store. Unbeknownst to Becky, once in the front of t
he
store, I climbed a set of stairs and entered Katherine's office. I viewed the
hour through a two-way mirror in Katherine's office.
Katherine began, "Becky come here." Becky walked to her. Katherine began to
touch
Becky in the areas she had just worked on. Katherine then sat in a chair agains
t
one wall. "Crawl to me." Becky got down on her hands and knees and crawled ove
r
to her mistress. "Stand in front of me." Becky moved to Katherine's front and
stood quietly, feet spread at shoulder width, her hands clasping her elbows
behind her back. Katherine ran her hands all over Becky's body. She clearly
appreciated Becky's body, moving her fingers over Becky's hips, ass, tits, stoma
ch,
and legs. Katherine pushed R back to her knees.
"Pleasure me, Becky"
"My master's cunt would like to please you, Mistress Katherine."
Having said that, Becky began to lick the Katherine's leather shoes. She wor
ked
her tongue over the tops, around the ankles, and over the soles. When she got
to the heels, she took each one into her mouth and sucked on it. Katherine
was clearly affected by Becky's submissiveness. The way that Becky surrenders t
o
her dominant is truly inspiring. She enters a state where all that matters is
the pleasure of whomever she is serving. Katherine could see this in Becky Bec
ky
gave herself fully to the pleasuring of Katherine.
After about fifteen minutes, Becky began to work her way up Katherine's legs.
She didn't miss a spot. When she licked the back of Katherine's knees,
Katherine began to get very turned on. I even think that it was sort of a
surprise to Katherine how much she enjoyed being tongued there. Becky continued
her trek up the legs, pushing Katherine's skirt out of the way with the sides
of her head. She started getting closer to Katherine's pussy. "Becky, stop."
Katherine gasped. Becky stopped immediately. Katherine stood and removed her
skirt. "Remove my panties with your teeth." Becky stretched her neck up and
grabbed the top of Katherine's underwear between her lips. The panties quickly
began their descent down Katherine's legs. When Becky had gotten them to her
ankles, Katherine stepped out of them. Katherine then bent forward, away from
Becky and towards her chair. Becky continued licking Katherine, covering the
curvaceous ass in front her face. Becky kissed and wetly licked Katherine all
over. Katherine finally stood up and sat back down. She spread her legs to
give Becky better access. Katherine was dripping wet. I beamed with pride in
how much pleasure my slave was giving to my good friend. Becky then ran her ton
gue
up and down Katherine's outer lips, pushing them aside to reveal the inner
depths. Becky lowered her head to Katherine's pussy and pushed her tongue into
Katherine.
When Becky first served me, she was attracted to women, but had never been wi
th
one. We spoke at length and uncovered that she is bi-sexual. Over the many
times we have been together, I've arranged for several women to join us. Becky
has gotten quite accomplished at cunnilingus. A couple of the women have said
the Becky gave them the best head that they'd ever had. So I knew, beyond doubt
,
how well she was eating out Katherine. I've never seen Katherine's eyes get
as distant. As Becky licked, I could see Katherine surrender to the pleasure th
at
Becky's tongue was giving her. I'd never known the Katherine had a submissive
streak. This needed to be further investigated, but that's another story.
Becky's ministrations slowly, but inevitably, brought Katherine to a shatteri
ng
orgasm. When it hit, Katherine grabbed the arm rests of her chair tightly. Her
hands were grabbing the wood so tight that her knuckles were practically white.
Katherines hips moved wildly back and forth, up and down, all over the chair.
Becky never let her mouth lose contact with her mistresses' pussy. Becky concen
trated
on Katherine's pleasure and knew that any interruption in the act would detract
from Katherine's pleasure. She knew how important it was for Katherine to
be pleased.
Katherine came like a hurricane, wildly thrashing in the chair. Her legs
clamped around Becky's head as the waves of passion broke over her. She let loo
se
and her orgasm overcame her. Spent, she fell back into the chair and relaxed.
Becky removed her mouth and sat back on her heels, content in the job she had ju
st
finished, waiting for some other way to please her mistress. I got up from my
seat, and re-entered the room. I walked in as Katherine returned from the
her spent condition. I'd grabbed a glass of cold water for each of them and
handed them over. Each drank the refreshment.
"I trust the Becky proved satisfactory to you?" I asked.
"You have trained her well."
I could see the look of pleasure in Becky's face. She was very proud of serv
ing
me so well, and proud of being found so pleasurable by the person I'd given her
to. I reached out and stroked Becky's head. I spent a short while taking in th
e
scene before my eyes - Katherine sprawled back against her chair, satisfied
deeply by Becky, Becky kneeling at my side, proud of her self and proud of her s
lavery
to me, and me glad for my friend Katherine's pleasure, proud of myself for
making this scene happen, and both very proud of, and very much in love with Bec
ky
I said good-bye to Katherine and tugged lightly on Becky's collar. She stood
and followed me out to my car.
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