Blowjobs--5 Cents by Master Ivan

[mrivan]

Blowjobs--5 Cents

by Master Ivan

I brought her to the bar again, as I had every day that week.

Naked, collared, on a leash, handcuffed behind her back and locked in her chastity belt, I removed her from the trunk of my car and led her, on her knees, into the bar. Inside, I sat down at the bar, ordered a draft and removed her leash.

She had given me problems in her training, so I imposed a lengthy punishment. And now, to her regret, she was working off that punishment in the only way I knew she would learn her lesson.

"Please Sir, may i suck your cock?"

She had crawled to the nearest man and begged him. The begging was a redundancy in one respect, since her 3 inch wide collar, the new one she now wore 24/7, had a very clear and legible message written on it in chrome rivets, readable from across the room. It said, "Blowjobs--5 Cents".

The man smiled and dropped a nickel into the small cup hanging from her nipple rings by two small chains, the chains and cup also permanently attached. He took out his cock and the slavegirl began her labors for the first of many times that day.

She was an uppity slave. She thought to influence my decisions on what she would wear to many of the club parties I brought her to, even complained on occasion when she was ordered to suck off one of the other guests. And as for her own pleasures, she still had not learned that her Master controlled them as well.

The man was breathing hard now as my well-practiced slavegirl took him into her throat. And his hands in her hair insured that she would take him deep, willing or not.

So I placed her in chastity, perhaps three weeks ago. I then took what little clothing remained that she had brought with her when she submitted to my training and burned it all in the fireplace. I then told her she would replace that clothing herself, with articles I approved of from a catalog specializing in the very exotic. She whined about not having any job with which to earn the money, but I quickly reminded her, "You do have a job, slut. You're a slavegirl. And if I order you to provide your services for a small fee, you will obey."

I then made her the collar she was wearing. Three inches wide, double thickness stiff black leather with no lining to allow any comfort, three rings for attaching and the advertisement for her services.

When I showed it to her, she did not react particularly well. She complained, in fact, that five cents was far too small a price to pay for oral service. I asked her, "Would you prefer to make it a penny?" She shed a solitary tear and begged, "Please Master, mercy!" I riveted the collar around her throat where it remains now, some weeks later.

She had swallowed most of the first man's load, with a few drops trailing down the side of her mouth to fall onto her breast. She then crawled to the next man, with a nickel in the cup hanging from her nipples. I knew, as the cup slowly filled with nickels thru the long day, it would weigh more and begin pulling painfully on her piercings.

After two men expressed a lack of interest in being sucked off, a third one agreed. He placed his nickel in the cup and pushed his cock quickly into her throat. I watched her gasp as the cup swung from her nipples on every stroke of her mouth on him.

So now, she was earning her keep. She would eventually earn enough money to buy one of the extremely skimpy maid outfits advertised in the catalog, selling at nearly thirty dollars. She would have to suck off over 600 cocks to come up with the money. Until then, she would remain naked, in chastity, with both the collar and the hanging cup attached to her flesh.

The second man came, pulling out to deposit his load on her face. I smiled as she then took him in her mouth once more to clean him as the cum ran down the front of her body. Her face would be well soiled soon, I feared. And with a face covered in cum, the other men would be more likely to fuck her mouth, perhaps some of them for a second round. As always when she was in punishment, she would not be allowed to wash herself until the following morning.

In a month or so, she will probably have earned enough money for that obscene little maid's outfit. And by that time, I'm sure, she will have no more problems with displaying her body, or sucking cock on my command, or knowing who her Master is.

She gagged on the latest load being pumped into her mouth. And moments later, I heard her voice once more: "Please Sir, may i suck your cock?"

And I began thinking--after she had that maids outfit, the same supplier also had a pair of strapped opera pumps with 6" heels on sale for just under $250...


Master Ivan
7/29/06
Copyright © 2006
Master Ivan Press

[Gladimeir15]

Blow jobs for fee!!!!! Ridiculous.... women are not for sale and was not born to please any master!!!! We are born to be loved and to be respected.....Women are created equally with men.

[mrivan]

Gladimeir15: Of course! And when we love and trust enough in each other, we can play on the edge and engage in FANTASIES of this nature. With maturity comes the sense of responsibility that we all must maintain to play these games safely.

And within fantasy, men and women can be decidedly UNequal -- and thereby comes some of the most powerful fantasies, where men -- OR women -- can take full control.

Sex is a buffet. Take what you want and leave the rest there.

[Gladimeir15]

Yeah exactly!!!!!! Things can be worked out and it is true that in every relationship there must be an excitement to spark a relationship but there must be a consent and approval from the other partner or else it will result to sexual harassment if not rape because any foreign objects being inserted to anal and oral area from a perpetrator is considered rape.