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The Test
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The Test -- Chapter 3
by
Master Talent
She heard Him walk a few steps away and pick something up. The
stool? It must have been, for what ever it was, He put it down in
front of her and stepped up on it so He could reach the hook from
which her wrist restraints were suspended. The feel of his bare
chest against her breasts excited her greatly as did the friction
of the coarse cloth of His pants against her pussy. Having just
received His praise she was in a state of ecstacy, and every con-
tact between them sent her spiraling upwards.
The chain connecting her wrists was lifted off the hook and her
arms were lowered to her sides. He stepped off the stool and began
to lead her around using the chain as a leash. She followed humbly
behind Him wondering where she was being taken. To the bed? No,
He stopped momentarily and she heard the door being opened. Out-
side, the stones and twigs hurt her feet and she stumbled frequent-
ly. He showed no interest in her discomfort, jerking the chain
sharply each time she stumbled, hesitated, or attempted to slow the
pace. He must be leading her in circles around the cabin! On each
circuit His pace increased, and soon she found herself having run
to keep up with his rapid strides. The pain in her feet increased
as did the pain in her wrists and shoulders, for He was yanking
harder and more frequently to urge her to keep up. Fear was build-
ing up within her. Blindfolded, she had no idea what was in front
of her feet and He seemed to be leading her over increasingly
painful obstacles. She was terrified of falling, and was sure He
would just drag her along behind Him if she did. To make things
worse, she was having trouble breathing. Fear had caused her
sinuses to dilate making breathing through her nose difficult, and
the hole in the gag was not really large enough to accommodate the
volume of air she needed to keep going at this pace.
Eventually, just when she was ready to drop and let herself be
dragged along He started slowing the pace. When they came to a
halt she heard a door open. From the stench, she knew it must be
the latrine she had seen behind the cabin. He turned her around
and pushed her roughly onto the seat, her ass poking painfully into
the shit hole. She felt her arms lifted high above her head.
There must be a hook or peg above her she concluded when she found
she could not lower her arms. His hands pushed between her knees
and abruptly spread her legs. He told her not to move and proceed-
ed to strap her legs to the latrine bench. Straps were placed just
above her knees and around her ankles. She felt shamed by the
obscene display she must make and began to blush all over. To her
great dismay her nipples hardened and bloomed as the blood rushed
into them. The rushing blood also renewed the warmth in her loins
and she felt her obscenely displayed cunt lubricating itself. His
only concession to her discomfort and embarrassment was to compli-
ment her on the lovely color of her rapidly reddening bush. She
felt a strap tightened across her chest and the base of her
breasts, crushing the breath out of her and pushing her breasts
upward in ever more obscene display. He finished the job by pull-
ing a broad strap across her throat pushing the back of her neck
against the latrine wall. She was now an integral part of the
latrine.
"I told you I own you completely, slave!" He began, his voice
no longer gentle, as it had been in the cabin, but cruel and menac-
ing. "Everything you do, everything you are is mine. You own
nothing, have no privacy, and have no secrets. Your toilet train-
ing, which is about to begin, will impress this upon you. Do you
understand?" She tried to answer, but all that emerged past her
gag was a low, "aaaaaammmmffffff". He slapped her hard across the
face, banging her head against the latrine wall, and barking, "I
asked you if you understood! Answer NOW!!" She moaned into her
gag and nodded her head up and down despite the pain inflicted by
the strap encircling her throat. "That's better, slave. You will
now urinate for me." Once again the color rose in her and she
shook her head from side to side. "SMACK" his hand came down
across her face again. With great menace he growled, "You're very
lucky to be gagged, slave. Had you not been, and I heard you say,
'No,' I would have taken it as a refusal and ended the test RIGHT
NOW! Tell me you're thankful to be gagged, slave!" She nodded
vigorously up and down.
"I will brook no further resistance or delay, slave. Piss,
NOW!" She strained, but despite her bloated bladder nothing came.
"You have fifteen seconds, slave ... ten ... five ... four ...
three ... two ... one ... Whhhsssht, SMACK!" There a sharp pain
across her stomach and side just above her bloated bladder. The
pain and fear opened her sphincter and her urine was flowed like a
river. "So!" he gloated, "You need a taste of the cane to be able
to comply. Think of it as your new 'lover'." His tone again
became menacing. "Be assured your lover will be with you always,
ever ready to 'kiss' you and 'encourage' you any time you have
difficulty carrying out any of my commands or any time you hesi-
tate." He was now stroking her labia with the slender cane. "You
should thank you lover, slave, he will never let you fail. Don't
you agree, slave?" She nodded quickly, but the cane came down
across her belly again. "Your lover can 'kiss' you any time he
wants, can't he, slave." Again she nodded vigorously and was
rewarded by another 'kiss'.
"Now, slave, it's time to continue your toilet training. Shit
for me NOW, slave." Again she strained, but in her embarrassment
nothing happened. The cane slammed down on the latrine wall next
to her right ear. She screamed with fear and tried to pull away
from the terrifying noise. Her 'lover' then slammed down next to
her left ear. She screamed again and kept on screaming, her head
was wagging from side to side in negation, and her whole body was
shaking with fear. At some point after the second terrifying
explosion her rectum had opened and begun to release her load,
though she would never be able to say just when or how this had
happened; she also felt her body expel the last few drops of urine
from her bladder. Her new 'lover' had literally scared the shit
out of her. "So, slave," He said to her, "aren't you grateful to
your new lover? I told you he'd never let you fail!" Her body was
still too rigid with fear to respond, and she once again felt the
'kiss' of her new 'lover' this time right across her navel. Simul-
taneously a scream erupted deep in her throat and her head began to
bob up and down. Both actions occurred without conscious thought
or her consent. It was almost as if her body were gaining a mind
of its own. Despite the fear and the pain something inside her was
responding to this terrifying man.
She heard something rustle and a soft tearing sound. This was
immediately followed by his hand reaching between her legs to wipe
her lips and cheeks. Once again she felt her body color with
embarrassment, and for the first time since He had welded her to
the latrine with His straps she felt her body respond with sexual
arousal. She heard Him sigh and say, "You are so beautiful when
you blush like this, little slave. Soon you will be used to having
me take care of you like this and witnessing and controlling all
that you formerly though of as your woman's secrets. That will be
a sad day, for I will no longer have the pleasure of seeing you
blush like this. Your lips," He caressed her cunt lips with the
cane, "your lovely bush," the cane snaked upward through her pubic
thatch, "and your delectable nipples," He flicked each with the
cane, "take on such a lovely rosy glow. Oh, we'll find ways to
make them glow, but it won't have the innocence and spontaneity of
these blushes. These are moments to be treasured, little one;
signs that you are truly slave material, but not yet truly a
slave!" She heard a deep and abiding love in those words and the
tone in which they were spoken, and her body responded with height-
ened sexual arousal and an even deeper blush.
His voice hardened, and her next lesson began. "Now, slave,
just the cane and the whip are your 'lovers,' so are your bonds and
restraints your friends. Your penetrating friend, the gag, has
already saved you from betraying yourself, and will do so many
times in the future. So, too, will your bonds prevent you from re-
jecting your lover's caress. In time you will long for their touch
and embrace as you long for mine. Think of them as my surrogates
sent to hold you in their embrace while I cannot be with you. Let
them comfort and hold you and always remember they are mine as you
are mine. When they embrace and arouse you it is ME who embraces
and arouses you." With this she heard the latrine door open and
close and she was alone in her lover's embrace!
She sat motionless and alone, yet not alone, for her friends
embraced her tightly, preventing motion and reminding her body of
His touch. Her body still quivered with the pain of the cane's
kiss, but this, too, only served to remind her of the pleasure of
His touch and made her long for His return. Her ears still rang
with the force of His commands as conveyed by her lover, the cane.
When she had asked to serve him she had no idea how complete her
servitude would be. Had someone had suggested to her a day ago
that she could be trained to piss, shit, or cum on demand she would
have laughed in their face in disbelief. Now she believed, through
the agency of her new lover He had made her do these very things!
She was also beginning to appreciate her new friends, the blindfold
that kept her in delightful suspense, the gag which kept her from
talking out of turn and betraying herself, and the restraints which
prevented her rejection of the very attentions she craved. She did
not know what to expect next, but she was glad He had given her
such friends to protect and take care of her. She was terrified of
what might come next, but she knew her new friends would protect
her and make sure she enjoyed it completely. As she sat there
motionless with these new thoughts coursing through her mind her
body was responding to the continual embrace of her new found
friends with a constant state of sexual arousal she had never
experienced before.
She heard Him return. Without a word he began to release the
straps that held her body in place. He started with her ankles.
When he released the straps above her knees she suddenly realized
how tight the had been, for as the blood began to flow through her
legs she began to experience the painful tingling of reawakening
limbs. Next the chest strap was released, and she took her first
full and unencumbered breath in some time. When the neck strap was
released she slumped forward, hanging from her suspended wrists.
Her body, exhausted from her struggles to avoid the cane's kiss
could not support her. He let her hang for a few moments as her
legs and body regained their strength, then He lifted the chain
connecting her wrists from the hook and lowered her arms in front
of her. He gently raised her to her feet, took the chain, and led
her from the latrine.
Outside once more, she was suddenly aware of the passage of
time. It was quite cool and chilly breezes raised goose bumps on
her naked flesh. What time was it, she wondered. She had no idea
how long she had been bound, but unlike when she had been led to
the latrine she could no longer feel the sun's warming rays. Was
it evening already? Again he led her over the uneven ground, but
this time she found it easier to ignore the sticks and stones
cutting into her feet. It was not a long walk. He stopped and
attached something to the chain, and her hands were once again
raised high over her head. She then felt him fastening cuffs
around her ankles. She heard two tiny clicks and felt something
swinging and bumping against each of the cuffs. She assumed they
had been locked in place. She heard another click and felt her
right ankle being pulled far away from her body. As this happened
her body sagged closer to the ground and her wrists begin to bear
her weight. There was another click and the left ankle was pulled
in the opposite direction. When He was done her legs were spread
over 100 degrees apart and her entire weight was suspended from her
wrists. She could just barely touch the ground with her straining
toes, and they could take none of her weight from her aching shoul-
ders and wrists.
She heard a rhythmic creaking begin, but could not imagine what
it could be. After a while she heard a gurgling which was followed
by a rush of some fluid. Water, she assumed; he must be working an
old hand pump. What was in store for her? She had to wait a while
for her answer as he seemed to be filling several buckets with
water. Eventually the pumping stopped. After a few moments of
silence her body suddenly erupted in agony; He had just dumped a
bucket of ice cold water over her! She was given very little
respite, before she could catch her breath another bucket of ice
water exploded against her belly and crotch. She would have
screamed, but the shock of the cold water had caused her diaphragm
to contract and it was a long time before she could breathe again.
He waited until her breathing had returned to normal, then another
bucket of water struck her from behind, covering her head and
shoulders and draining down her back. By now she was in such a
state of shock that when the fourth bucket of water struck her
buttocks she barely responded at all. She had lost all control of
her body which was shivering and jerking spasmodically, and she was
gasping for breath through her nose and gag.
The next sound she heard was a sloshing in yet another bucket
of water. "No!" she prayed, "Please don't dump it over me!" After
a while the sloshing stopped and He approached her. What she felt
next was something rough scrubbing her arms. She smelled something
fragrant and soapy, and realized He was washing her with a coarse
sponge, perhaps a lufa, and scented soap. He was very gentle as He
washed her. Stroking her agonized body with one hand and scrubbing
with the other. From time to time he returned to the bucket for
more soap and water. He paid loving attention to her entire body.
No part of her, not even the soles of her feet, was spared His
ministrations. Despite the strain of her position and the shiver-
ing of her body she found she was aroused. She was flattered by
His detailed attentions to her body, for not a single iota of her
skin evaded Him. When He gently laved her pubes and ass she was
once again embarrassed and blushing. She had been bathed by lovers
before, but she had never been so helplessly displayed before them,
nor had they paid this kind of loving attention to the job.
Eventually He had to concede she had been thoroughly bathed and
the highly pleasurable chore came to an end. She heard the bucket
of soapy water being poured out on the ground. This was followed
by the sound of the pump creaking. Her body instantly started
shivering in anticipation, for she was sure that He would rinse her
off as brutally as he had initially soaked her. She tried to brace
herself and prepare for the shock, but when the icy water struck,
her breath froze, her body started thrashing wildly, and screams
erupted from her throat. She had no idea how long this torment
lasted; as the second bucket of water struck her in the belly her
mind has stopped functioning. She was only semiconscious as the
icy torrent continued.
When awareness returned her body was shivering uncontrollably.
She was still suspended from her wrists with her ankles pulled far
away from her body. It had been cold when He started to wash her,
but now the evaporating water was reducing her skin temperature
even more. She had no idea how long this icy torment persisted.
Time passed with agonizing slowness... Eventually she heard steps
approaching. Her ankles were released though the cuffs remained on
them. Though her feet were now under her she could not stand. Her
icy torment had sapped every ounce of her strength. When her
wrists were lowered her whole body slumped forward and He had to
catch her to keep her from falling to the ground. He gently picked
her up, placed her bound wrists around his neck, and carried her
into the cabin and over to the bed. She was grateful for the soft
bed of furs and blankets, and for the first time since she had
arrived, her body relaxed. Her bound wrists were attached to one
end of the bed. He clipped her ankle cuffs together and then
passed a rope between her bound ankles and stretched her body out,
tying the ankle rope to the opposite end of the bed. He then left
her to recover her strength.
As she lay on the bed she heard Him move around the cabin doing
various chores. As her body recovered and her senses returned she
became aware that the cabin was quite warm and full of sounds and
smells she had not heard before. She realized He must have been
building a fire while she was hanging outside drip drying. She
could smell the fire and thought she detected the scent of hot wax
as well. He must have lit candles to provide light. In a surpris-
ingly short time her shivering stopped and she felt her strength
returning. He returned to her and released her ankles from the bed
and removed the clip binding them together. Then he released her
wrists and raised her gently to her feet. She was astounded by the
timing. Had he released her even half a minute earlier she would
not have been able to stand. Realizing this she suddenly saw that
everything that had happened to her during this extraordinary day
had been equally well timed. Somehow He seemed to know the exact
moment when to begin or stop. He sensed and understood her physi-
cal and emotional state even better than she did. Though she did
not know it at the time, this realization was the turning point for
her. From that moment on, though it would be a long time before
her conscious mind knew it, she would gradually stop worrying about
what she could tolerate and what her limits were and trust herself
to Him completely. It was in that moment that her unconscious mind
realized that he would never ask more of her than she could give.
Her conscious mind might be terrified and want to protest and
resist, but her unconscious mind would always trust Him completely.
She was led under the ceiling hook and she felt him step up
onto the stool to hang the chain connecting her wrists over the
hook. When He stepped down He picked up the stool and walked over
to the counter holding His toys. When he came back she felt him
pull her ankles apart. Something clicked into place and her ankles
were spread even further. Another click and her ankles were held
apart by a bar at least four feet long. She found she could brush
the floor with her toes, but she could not bear any weight on them.
She was once again suspended by her wrists. "Time for your reward,
little slave," He told her, "soon you shall have that orgasm you've
waited for all day."
He began with a coarse towel, rubbing her skin vigorously.
This removed all remaining traces of moisture from her bath and
induced a warm invigorating glow in her body. Next, he brought
over a container of scented body oil which had been warming near
the fire. He started by massaging her hands, kneading her palms,
rubbing them between his hands, and stroking and pulling on her
fingers one at a time. As he worked she could feel waves of plea-
sure rolling through her body. His touch was electric, and she
could not remember a better massage. From her hands, He moved down
her arms, first one, then the other. When her arms and pits were
thoroughly oiled he ran his fingers down the inside of her arms
from her wrists to her arm pits. The sensation was excruciatingly
pleasant, and she felt her body responding almost as if her geni-
tals had been stroked. She was now moaning continuously. She was
highly aroused and wanted Him to know it. Each time he touched her
she could feel shocks radiating through her body.
He shifted his attention to her temples. He gently massaged
them and worked the tense skin above her blindfolded eyes. So
pleasurable was this attention that she momentarily lost conscious-
ness. When she was once again aware of her body, He was massaging
her cheeks between the twin bands of the blindfold and the gag. He
moved on to her chin, neck, and shoulders. As He kneaded them the
tensed muscles of her neck became so relaxed that she could not
hold her head up and it flopped around as he worked on her neck and
shoulders. With barely a pause He moved down to her right foot.
He lifted it and began kneading the sole and pulling on her toes
much as He had massaged her hands. By now her body was shaking
with ecstacy and her excited pussy was dripping lubricating juices
down her inner thighs. "Not yet, slave," he warned her, "I'll tell
you when." She moaned in frustration and fought to control her
body as He had ordered. This task became even harder as he releas-
es her stimulated right foot and started to work on the left. Her
level of excitement continued to spiral higher.
He now started working on her straining calves and lower legs,
massaging first one, then the other. When He got above her knees
He restricted himself to the outside of her thighs working gradual-
ly to her waist and avoiding her ass and crotch. He went back down
to her knees and started up her inner thighs. His pace was madden-
ingly slow and from time to time she felt waves of contractions
pass through her belly and genitals. Each time this happened he
would slap her hard across her belly or her ass and bark, "NOT YET,
SLAVE!" She could no longer control her body's responses, but the
break in his rhythm and the shock of the slaps kept her from or-
gasm. The waves of pleasure continued to ripple through her as he
moved achingly closer to her gaping, flooded sex. Her juices were
now flowing freely down her thighs and the wonderful aroma was
reaching her nose over the scent of the oil. He began to mix her
lubricant with the oil and continue slowly up her inner thighs.
When He reached the base of her "V" he broke off completely
with out ever touching her pubes. She screamed in frustration and
her crotch jerked convulsively trying to reach for his hands. But,
he was now working down her back, starting from her shoulders and
arm pits. When her sides were thoroughly oiled he started stroking
them gently, repeatedly running a finger from each pit down to her
waist. She would not have believed it, but once again she was
nearing climax. Again, the sharp slap on the ass and the curt
warning, "NOT YET, SLAVE!" Now he moved in front of her and start-
ed down her chest. First He massaged the "V" of her throat at her
collar bones. Then He worked outward and downward avoiding her
breasts but working the muscles that extended from them around her
sides. From there He moved below her breasts. He ran his well
oiled fingers gently under her breasts teasing the sensitive skin.
The waves of pleasure were becoming more intense, and the slaps and
warnings were becoming more frequent. Gradually his hands began
climbing her breasts, massaging, kneading, squeezing, caressing.
Her nipples were swollen and engorged long before he reached them.
Her inflated teats already ached and He added to her discomfort by
squeezing, pinching, pulling, twisting, and stroking them. They
continued to balloon in a way she would not have thought possible.
Despite the pain of this treatment her excitement continued to
increase. He had to continually break his rhythm and shout at her
and slap her to prevent the orgasm she was now desperate for.
He moved from her breasts to her ass. At first he stroked her
cheeks gently, covering them liberally with oil and moving gradual-
ly from her sides to her crack. He gently spread her cheeks and
moved his hands between them. For a while he teased her rectum,
gently stroking the area around it and lightly running his fingers
over it. Occasionally he pushed the tip finger gently into her
rectum. Then he took one well oiled finger, and beginning at the
lower end of her lips ran it lightly and slowly between her cheeks,
over her rectum, and up her crack towards her waist. She almost
came then, but a well timed smack across her lower belly, just
above her bush, prevented the final explosion one more time.
"Almost, little one, almost!" He told her, but she didn't hear Him.
She was totally lost to the world, aware only of streaks of fire
coursing through her body.
He knelt in front of her and began to stroke her inner thighs
just below her gaping sex. Her juices were now flowing copiously
and He finally stopped using the oil. As he moved ever closer to
her gaping lips they started trying to reach out for his hands and
her pelvis started jerking around madly trying to prevent his
fingers from moving away from her. Finally He relented and in an
instant she had swallowed his entire hand! An hour earlier when He
had started massaging her He would have had to work to get even a
single finger inside her. Now His fist slid in easily with room to
spare. He started stroking her cervix with the tips of his fin-
gers. After a moment he transferred His attention to the upper
wall of her vagina seeking her G-spot. At the same time he began
to stroke her hugely swollen clit with the ball of his thumb. It
only took a few seconds of this attention for the explosion to
begin. The walls of her vagina started contracting madly and he
had to ball his fingers into a fist to prevent her breaking them.
He could not have withdrawn her hand from her had wanted to. Her
body was bucking madly and his arm, buried deep within her, was
being jerked around like a tree in a hurricane. Her body began
producing juices at an incredible rate and they flowed rapidly over
his fist, down her legs and his arm, and onto the floor where they
formed a large puddle. At the same time, she was screaming contin-
uously and her body was gyrating wildly within the confines of her
restraints.
How long this volcanic eruption lasted neither of them could
say. It was some time before he could withdraw his hand from her
convulsing sex. Even then it was some time before she finally
subsided. He continued to kneel before her staring up at her
convulsing body in amazement. It usually took months of training
to bring a slave to this level of arousal. For the first time in
His life He felt doubt: would He be able to supply this woman's
immense needs and control her volcanic energies. With training the
slave's orgasms became stronger and wilder as she lost all inhibi-
tion. What he had just witnessed, been a part of, was where the
process began to peak for most slaves. He now wondered just what
this woman was capable of.
He could tell when she had come to her senses when he saw her
nostrils quiver at the overwhelming scent of her musk. He stood up
and told her that her duties as a slave were now to begin. In a
moment he would remove her gag and she was to clean up the mess she
had just made. However, she would only be allowed to use her
tongue. He touched the back of her head and she quickly dropped it
to give Him easy access to the gag's buckle. He gradually worked
the immense gag out of her mouth and gave her a few moments to
regain the use of her tongue and jaws. When she was ready He held
his drenched arm up to her mouth and told her to clean it. It took
a long time as she had to clean Him from His finger tips to his
elbow. She took great pleasure in her task and enjoyed her first
taste of Him mingled with her love juice. She gently stroked and
laved his arm with her tongue. Nothing was too good for the Master
who could do this to her!
When all traces of her musk had been washed from His arm, He
released her from her suspension. The spreader bar was removed
from between her ankles and then her wrists were unhooked from the
ceiling and lowered to her waist. Her legs were quite shaky and He
had to steady her for a while. When she could stand on her own He
told her about her next task. "You also made a large puddle on the
floor, messy slave. You will clean this up as you cleaned my arm.
Only, to make the task more interesting you will have to find the
puddle by following your nose. Your new lover will kiss you each
time you go in the wrong direction!" Having told her this He spun
her around until she was dizzy, led her somewhere else in the room,
and spun her about some more. He now detached the chain from one
of her wrist restraints, pulled her wrists behind her, and fastened
them there. He told her to kneel and tipped her forward onto her
belly. He took both her ankles in one hand, clipped a short chain
to one of her ankle cuffs, and bent her heels towards her ass. The
end of the ankle chain was passed between her wrists and snapped
onto the other ankle cuff. She was now hogtied with her legs bent
almost double.
"Ok, Slave!" He barked, "Go to it!" Her knees were slightly
spread, and she felt the cane slice between them striking the
tender apex of her legs, goading her into action. At first she had
no idea which way to turn as the scent of her musk filled the room
completely. As she wriggled aimlessly around the floor the cane
kissed her repeatedly on the sides of her ribs. She adopted the
strategy of always moving away from the cane, and was eventually
rewarded by the increasing strength of her aroma. Finally she
found herself laying face down in a puddle of her cum! She started
lapping greedily at the puddle. The scent and taste of her cum
were arousing her again as were His playful comments, "Nice doggie!
Tasty isn't it! You missed a spot!" and the continual rain of
encouraging flicks from the cane. When she was finished she was
both disappointed that there was none left and thoroughly aroused.
He teased her, "You're leaving a trail of slime, slave. Better
turn around an clean it up." She flushed with embarrassment and
tried to turn around to comply with His command. He stopped her
after a few moments, "Better stop, little doggie, at the rate
you're going, you're leaving your trail of slime faster than you
can clean it up!"
He grabbed the chains connecting her hands and wrists and
pulled sharply upwards pulling her body into a bow, all her weight
resting on her belly. Holding her in this strained position He
told her to look up at the ceiling and open her mouth. She felt
the gag inserted between her teeth and shoved home to the back of
her mouth. It took him some time to fasten the gag straps behind
her head as he was working with only one hand. Eventually He got
the strap through the buckle, and it was yanked home forcing the
straps deep into her cheeks. He played with her now, alternately
rocking her onto her breasts and her love mound. After a while he
kept her rocked back on her mound, rocking her from side to side,
backwards and forwards, and twirling her around on her tortured
mound. The continual pressure on her mons was making her spiral
upwards into ecstacy once again. Always the tease, however, he
released her allowing her to flop onto the floor just before she
could reach a climax. "Don't forget, slave," He warned, "you may
not have your orgasm until I give you permission!" She groaned
into her gag in frustration and nodded in acquiescence.
The chain connecting her ankles was removed and He lifted her
to her feet. He adjusted her wrist restraints and once again her
hands were suspend from the hook in the ceiling. Next came the
spreader bar; again she was suspend by her wrists with her legs
spread and her gaping sex freely available to him. He walked over
to the toy counter and she wondered what this inventive Man had in
store for her now. She heard Him rummage among the toys and head
back towards her chuckling in anticipation. The menace in that low
laughter sent shivers through her body, but only increased her
arousal. "Time to dress you for you new lover!" he told her in an
evil tone.
She felt a broad leather strap slip around her waist. In a
moment it began to tighten, gradually crushing the breath out of
her. Just at the point where it seemed her waist could be com-
pressed no more, she was rocked by a tremendous jerk and she felt
her waist shrinking even more. Her breath left her in a rush, but
she was unable to replace it. She felt consciousness slipping
away, and it was some moments before she could take a breath. She
found she could breath, but only in shallow breaths. The band
crushing her belly precluded anything else. As she was recovering
she felt Him doing something at her waist. A short time later she
became aware that two slender ropes were dangling from the belt
attached at the points of her hips and dangling over her spread
thighs. She had no idea what they could be for, and shivered with
anticipated pain.
Her next sensation was that of His hand gently stroking and
caressing her mound, labia, and clit. Her body responded quickly
to His touch and her lubricating juices began to flow once again.
His fingers were replaced by something long, hard and narrow. Not
a dildo, a but plug?!? As she was gently fucked by the new invader
she felt her rectum contract at the sudden touch of his fingers.
As the gentle fucking and caressing by the plug continued, His
fingers continued to tease and probe her rectum. When his finger
first plunged into it she screamed, as much from surprise as from
pain. The sensations were completely new to her, and after the
initial pain and shock, completely pleasurable. She tried to relax
and enjoy the sensation of being fucked in both holes at once.
Though she still had trouble breathing, she became aware that she
was moaning, almost singing, into her gag.
The pleasant sensations continued for some time, then suddenly
stopped as both His finger and the plug were abruptly removed. She
groaned in protest and was rewarded by a new invasion in her rec-
tum. He was gradually pushing the long plug, lubricated by her
juices, into her rectum. The plug's progress into her was madden-
ing slow, but thoroughly enjoyable. However, for all the intense
pleasure of this new invasion, the prude in her was shocked and
infuriated by the rape of her virgin ass. Once again, she had
cause to be thankful for the gag and her other bonds. Eventually
the pleasurable sensation stopped; the entire length of the plug
had been pushed up into her. Though it was no longer moving, the
presence of the slender plug made her feel very full. The feeling
was so pleasurable and intense that she was finally able to squelch
the yammering prude within her.
She hung contentedly enjoying the new sensations, but was
disappointed that her vagina was not full as well. She did not
have to wait long. She soon felt an immense dildo begin to slowly
make its way up into her. Its progress was erratic, and not always
in the right direction. She moaned in frustration and desperately
wished there were some way to tell Him to shove it all the way in.
By the time the huge dildo had finally reached its destination she
was dripping with sweat and cum, and despite the urgency she felt
He had somehow managed to keep her from orgasm.
Though the huge dildo was finally buried in her up to its hilt,
that was not the end of its motion for He was still doing something
down there! She felt the cords dangling from her waist belt brush
lightly against her labia, and the dildo jerked around inside her.
A moment later she found out what He had been doing. He must have
threaded the two cords through the dildo; she felt the two cords
slide across her thighs and labia as He drew them through the
dildo. Still, He was not done! The but plug suddenly seemed to
jerk around and she felt his fingers and the cords at her rectum.
He was threading the cords through the plug as well! The cords
slithered up between her cheeks and up her back to the waist belt.
After moment or two of fiddling at her back she felt the cords
begin to tighten an cut into her, driving the dildo and plug fur-
ther into her as well. The cords continued to tighten and cut into
her and she wanted to scream in agony, but the tight waist belt
prevented anything but a low moan. Her body began to buck and her
legs thrash protesting this treatment, but embrace of her new lover
continued to tighten. Eventually the motion of the cords stopped
and they were tied off behind her. She heard him walk around her
and once again he was fingering her tortured pussy. She felt him
grab her lips roughly and slide them under the tight embrace of the
cords. When he was done, her lips were spread wide open, trapped
under the loving and cutting embrace of the cords. She blushed
fully as she realized how totally exposed she was. Her blush was
answered by a sigh of admiration from Him. Despite the pain and
embarrassment, that sigh comforted her and reminded her that she
was loved and cherished.
He now turned His attention to her breasts. A thin cord was
now passed twice around her chest, starting above her right breast,
angling down between her breasts, and wrapping tightly beneath the
left breast. It then wrapped around her, emerged below her right
breast, angled upward between her breasts, and wrapped around her
above the left breast. When He was done, the tight cord was squee-
zing her breasts and felt much like a cross-your-heart bra. He
used the "bra" as a foundation for another torment. He took anoth-
er cord and used it to cinch the cords of the "bra" at the outside
of her right breast together, squeezing her breast even more and
drawing gasp of pain from her. The remainder of this cord was then
wrapped tightly around the base of her breast compressing it and
making her breast balloon and fill with trapped blood. The left
breast was soon similarly bound. She could no longer tell pain
from pleasure, and she could feel her obscenely spread sex dripping
love juices. Her breasts felt and must look (she imagined) like a
pair of red balloons!
His cruel attentions continued. Though her nipples were al-
ready painfully distended from the compression of her breasts, He
decided they needed additional attention as well. She felt a heavy
thread wrap itself around the base of her right nipple. The thread
continued to wrap around her nipple compressing it and causing it
to elongate like her growing clit!. A few moments later the left
nipple was similarly adorned. Her body was once again writhing and
bucking to escape this new embrace, but she could not escape. She
could hear the rhythm of his breathing change, and knew He must be
watching her enjoying her agony. However, He did not remain idle
for long. She felt Him reach between her legs to tease her well
lubricated clit and caress her trapped lips. A little while later
she heard a slight click and something began vibrating deep within
her. It was not a dildo, but an immense vibrator!
He was finally through! She hear him pull a chair across floor
and sit down to enjoy the show. "You really are a little slut, you
know," he told her. "I'm glad you enjoy your new lovers, slut. I
want to see you writhe and wriggle in their embrace!" His tone was
teasing and further intensified her pleasure. She felt a series of
shocks begin to spread through her body. She was nearing orgasm,
and prayed he would let her cum. "It's alright, slave slut, enjoy
yourself, you may have all the orgasms you want!" Almost as if He
had flipped a switch a series of small but extremely powerful
orgasms began to rip through her! He continue to tease her verbal-
ly and each time He spoke she felt another volcano erupt within
her.
She lost all sense of time and had no idea just when the new
sensation began. She felt something very slender and hard caress-
ing her exposed lips and clit. I took a while to recognize the new
intruder as her level of ecstacy preclude almost all rational
thought. At last she knew, it was the cane! Her mind recoiled in
fear, but her body's response was one of welcome. "That's right,
little slave, it's your cane lover," He crooned, "he wants to kiss
and caress you and make sure you thoroughly enjoy yourself!"
Again, her mind recoiled at the thought, but her body was no longer
paying any attention to her mind; it continued to writhe and buck
in ecstacy and the new sensation merely added to its pleasure.
The caning began with startling suddenness. The stroke below
her waist belt wasn't hard, little more than a caress, actually,
but it did sting and the surprise brought forth a grunt of pain and
a tiny scream of protest. A slight pause, then two lightning quick
strokes flicking each bound nipple. Another pause, and then a
flick against each trapped lip. The canning continued with no
discernable rhythm... left breast ..... belly ... right nipple
........ clit .. left arm pit, right armpit ..... left nipple ...
across her thighs and lips ......... across both cheeks .. right
breast .... left breast .. belly ...... left tit, right tit ...
left inner thigh, right inner thigh ...... clit .......... It went
on and on with no particular pattern or rhythm, no stroke more than
a light tap, but stinging anyway. Her body and mind continued to
spiral ever higher, but the broken, unpredictable pattern of the
cane's kisses made orgasm impossible. This continued for a long
time and she felt herself growing faint, so intense was her plea-
sure. Suddenly, and her body knew it long before her mind did, He
shifted into a regular pattern of caressing and striking her lips
and clit. The orgasm was not long in coming. It burst within her
like a sun exploding. She became insensitive to everything except
the intense waves of pleasure rolling through her and the massive
contractions of her muscles. She rode it out for a long time, but
eventually the rapid shifts in her blood pressure caused by the
orgasm caused her to loose consciousness.
Once again He was staring at this woman in disbelief. As
massive as her first orgasm had been, it was nothing compared to
this one. He had reached orgasm while watching her, but realized
He must have to have her service Him tomorrow. Now, He had work to
do. As her orgasm subsided he began to swiftly remove her bonds,
starting with her gag so there could be no accidents while she was
unconscious. When all her bonds were removed He released her
wrists from the ceiling hook and she slumped into his arms.
He carried her over to the bed and placed her gently on the
bed. He sat down on the bed and placed her head in His lap. She
would not be unconscious for long, and he wanted to remove her
blindfold and fix her hair before she woke. He pulled all her hair
tightly towards the top of her head to a point an inch or so above
the spot where the blindfold buckle would rest. After making sure
her hair was evenly tensioned he began to braid her long luxurious
hair. When the long braid was complete he lashed the end of it
tightly to its base forming a loop of hair. He then replaced her
blindfold. He pushed aside the blankets and furs and moved her to
the spot where she would spend the night. He took a short rope and
fastened the loop of her hair to the headboard. Next He clipped a
rope to each of her ankle cuffs and tied them to the footboard
pulling them as tight as possible and ensuring that her legs would
remain spread. He place cuffs around each thigh and clipped her
wrist cuffs to them. Finally he took a three inch belt and wrapped
it around her arms and waist. He took a piece of rope and forced
it between one arm and her side and cinched the belt tight so her
arm could not slide around under the belt. The other arm was
cinched the same way. He finished by slipping a small ball gag
into her mouth and securing it tightly behind her head. He sat and
admired her for a long time, then covered her recumbent body with
some furs and waited for her to regain consciousness.
As she slowly regained her senses she realized she was no
longer suspended by her wrists. In fact, she was in bed covered by
the wonderful furs and blankets, and her body still felt hot,
flushed, and glowing from the incredible orgasm. She tried to move
but found she could not. She was still in the loving embrace of
rope and leather. As she squirmed trying to find the limits of her
bondage she felt a sharp pain in her head. She realized that her
hair had been tied somehow to immobilize her head. She also real-
ized that He was lying on the bed near her. "Lie still, slave," He
commanded her. "In a little while I will remove your gag so you
can tell me for the second time whether you still want to serve me.
I want you to think about it first, so the gag remains for a while
longer. I will leave you here to think. You are still glowing
from your orgasm, but you must force yourself to remember every-
thing that has happened. You may think you've been humiliated and
felt great pain and shame, but believe me, this is but a tanta-
lizing taste of what it is to be my slave. Can you take more?
Remember, if you become my slave, your old life will end instantly
and completely. You will have no friends or family except for your
fellow slaves and those masters whom I allow to use you! Remember
all this in addition to the intense pleasure you have experienced."
When He was finished, she heard him get off the bed and walk out of
the cabin. She was alone with her thoughts.
It was hard to do as he ordered. Her body's memory of the last
orgasm made it hard to think clearly. She jerked her head against
its restraints and welcomed the pain that blossomed in her scalp.
No matter what the outcome of the test her life and perspective had
changed completely. In one short day she had come to trust pain
like a friend and to welcome the kiss of the cane as a lover. Yes
she had been mortified in the latrine when he ordered her to piss
and shit (and made her obey!). What could be more humiliating than
having to sit there helplessly while He wiped her ass for her!?
Though she could not imagine anything worse, she knew if He said
there was, then it was true. She shivered as her body remembered
how she had been brutally doused before and after her bath. Howev-
er, despite everything she felt an intense trust in Him and clung
to the belief that no matter how bad things might seem, no matter
how afraid of failure she was, He would never ask her to do some-
thing she could nor place her in a situation she couldn't handle.
Eventually she decided she must trust Him completely and ignore her
fears and misgivings.
She heard Him enter the cabin and walk over to her. He gently
removed the gag without saying a word. She began, "Oh, Master!
Please use me and take me into your service. Nothing that happens
to me matters other than that I be allowed to serve your every
whim. Please be my Master and own me and use me in any way that
pleases you. I have no life or purpose other than to serve you, no
family or friends other than those you designate. Please, Master,
let me serve you and be your slave." With that she stopped, for
she knew she had asked three times and to go on would have been
folly. She held her mouth wide open and waited for the gag.
He chuckled as he placed the ball gag back in her mouth.
"You're learning very quickly, little slave. You asked three times
and then waited for the gag. Very good, you show great promise."
He caressed her face and placed His other hand on her breasts.
When He continued she could hear the smile in his voice. "You've
done very well to today, little one. Yes, I think I shall keep and
use you a little longer," a ripple of pleasure swept through her at
these words. "You sleep now and we'll resume in the morning." His
praise and acceptance thrilled her, and she wished she could thank
Him and ask Him to take her once again. But, she was there to
serve him, so she forced herself to relax and drifted off into a
very pleasant sleep.
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