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The Salon


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The Total Makeover


...was recommended to me by Ivan, then my lover. I had told him I wanted to get my hair done, perhaps look into a manicure or a skin treatment.

He approved, telling me he might have an idea as to the ideal place for me to go. Then, without explanation, he changed the subject, bringing up some of the sexual games we played.

We both enjoyed straight sex, and he aroused a powerful reaction within me in light bondage games. He would sometimes tie me, tease me for awhile, give me a light spanking or perhaps "force" himself into my mouth or ass. He never really pushed me beyond where I wanted to be pushed, yet I somehow felt I could go much further. Now, in the context of our conversation, he caught me a bit off guard.

"What do you feel, deep down inside, about pleasing me?"

"Well, I want to please you, of course."

"Yes, you do. Yet, you have many limits on how far you're willing to go in that direction."

"Of course, doesn't everybody?"

"No, not everybody does. There are, in fact, women who have practically no limits at all on how far they will go to make their men happy."

I paused here a moment. We were getting into delicate ground; dangerous, yet with a magnetic attraction for a part of me I did not yet know.

''I trust you, Ivan, but you're scaring me a bit. You're not just making conversation here; you're looking for something from me."

"Yes. The question is, how much do you want to give?"

We had dated for months, perhaps once or twice a week, frequently at his place. Outside his home, our relationship was pretty traditional. Inside, we entered a fantasy world that was limited only by my own inhibitions. I did not know how far that world could take me. I only knew I wanted more, but was afraid to move forward.

"I want more, but I'm afraid."

"If you wish, I can send you to a place that will transform you beyond your wildest dreams. But as long as you hold on to your past, you may not enter."

"What do I have to do?"

"You must surrender, totally. Be willing to perform any act, accept any treatment and do it all for me."

"The idea turns me on, but that's quite a tall order."

"You might find it easier than you imagine."

"You're probably right."

I paused, considering carefully. Indeed, this was a step into unfamiliar ground, one which might prove irrevocable. Yet, that in itself turned me on.

"I'll do it."

The appointment was made for the following morning. I reported to what looked like an innocuous salon, went to the front desk and checked in.

"I'm sorry, but you aren't listed. Who referred you?"

"I was told to say I was referred by Master Ivan, for the 'Total Makeover'."

Now, she smiled knowingly. Very knowingly.

"Through that door, and down the stairs. Good luck!"

I had to ring a bell, identify myself, and be buzzed in through a locked door. Inside, there was another waiting room, this one much more luxurious. The furniture was expensive, fine art adorned the walls; the place looked much more like an upper-crust law firm.

The girl behind the desk was no exception. She was strikingly beautiful, with blonde hair, makeup that looked like it was done by a pro and a body that made me instantly jealous. She was dressed in an interesting sheath dress: it fastened over her right shoulder with a small clasp; her left side was nearly exposed completely; the sheath fastened only at breast and hip by two more clasps. It covered only a garter belt and stockings; she was visibly wearing no underwear.

I was not allowed to sit, but stood before the desk as she filled out the paperwork, asking me numerous questions. Some things were relatively mundane, like my birthdate and vital statistics. Other questions were quite explicit, about my sexual tastes and tolerances. I did my best to answer all of them openly and honestly, although I was taken back noticeably when asked how large a cock I could swallow or accept in my ass.

Finally, I was asked to sign a lengthy disclaimer. It started out indicating my willingness to accept the treatment for which I was there without knowing what that treatment would entail, then absolved them from all responsibility. The end of it hit me hard: "I understand that I am being prepared, physically and emotionally, to bring pleasure to my Master. I agree to obey commands given to me here, by any and all employees of the Salon. I further agree that, when my preparation is deemed complete, however long it takes, I shall then be totally obedient and submissive to my owner, Master Ivan, and shall remain his slave."

The truth of that last phrase hit me hard. Yet, inside, I knew it was where I had been heading for quite some time. It was only a question of when I would stop saying "No." I signed.

With the signed document in her hand, the woman's demeanor changed dramatically. "Alright, slave, through that door!"

The door led to a room lined entirely with mirrors. It was octagonal in shape. Two women, dressed in sheaths like the previous one, awaited me inside. "Strip!" was their only command.

I was naked in a minute. They gathered up my clothes and left the room, leaving me naked and alone.

It was impossible to avoid watching my naked reflection. Wherever I turned, I saw myself. It was both arousing and humiliating, and it turned me on tremendously. One moment I would feel self-conscious and cover one breast with a hand; the next moment I would sneak a finger down towards my clit for a stroke or two.

The door opened again. The same two women came in, took my wrists, and forcibly handcuffed my hands behind my back. They were gone in seconds, without saying a word.

Again, I was alone. Again, I was confronted with my own naked reflection staring back at me from all sides. But now, I was helpless to cover myself. My hands were lost to me, and I could not even masturbate if I so desired. And now, I was becoming even more aroused in my helplessness, and needed an orgasm.

I just stood, looking at myself. I began examining my body, in detail, passing my own judgement on it. I noted the shape of my breasts, a bit of extra fat on my waist, even my cunt, with its large cover of hair. Soon, I found myself basing my judgements on what I thought would please my Master. (Yes, I was already thinking of him that way.) Again, I became highly aroused, and could do nothing about it.

The door opened again, and the two women took me, each holding an arm, into the next room. My cuffs were left locked behind me for the moment. They examined me in intimate detail, from head to toe, taking notes and making explicit comments. They even prodded the interior of my ass and cunt, then forced the fingers into my mouth to be licked clean. Somehow, this only aroused me further.

A chair of sorts, more like a rack, was in the room waiting for me. It supported my back, leaving my ass hanging in midair. My arms extended straight out to either side. My legs were spread wide apart, forcing my very cunt to open. The women exited, and I was left staring, through the mirrors, into my opened body.

I was strapped down helplessly. I could not close my legs, nor could I use my hands in any way.

A male worker entered with two women. The women were, again, dressed in the same asymmetrical sheaths as the rest; the man was wearing a white coat like a doctor. They examined my now bound body in detail, as the women had, pointing out all my flaws. I was excluded totally from the conversation.

They left and returned some minutes later with some equipment. The man sat on a stool and began depilating my armpits. As he worked, one of the women began giving me a skin treatment. They worked on me for over two hours, eventually depilating both armpits and then removing my pubic hair as well. When they finished, I found myself even more naked than before.

They again surveyed my body, including my intimate areas. They all, in turn, used their hands to manipulate my cunt, inside and out, examining it in great detail. The entire procedure continued to arouse me, and I could do nothing to stop it. My cunt was juicing rapidly under their touch, and I could not conceal my arousal.

The man placed his fingers in my mouth. I cleaned them with lips and tongue, tasting myself. Finally, I overheard the man say, "Okay, time to try it out." Suddenly, he withdrew his erect cock and plunged into my cunt. He fucked me for a minute or two, bringing me very close to orgasm, then pulled out.

I screamed in frustration, "Please, fuck me!" I was almost crying. The man, his cock still exposed, began walking toward my face as he verbally evaluated my cunt to the girl, who wrote down his comments. The man turned a crank, lowering the head end of my bench to a level even with his cock, then took my hair in hand and turned my head to face him. He then spoke directly to me for the first time. "Finish me with your mouth, then clean me off!"

Helpless to resist, I obeyed. In seconds, he pumped his load into my mouth, and I licked him clean.

As I laid bound and exposed, totally humiliated, I heard the woman ask, "Master, may I use her too?"

"No. That will come later. For now, we finish her hair and skin, then bring her to room four. Let's turn her over."

The object I was strapped to was well-suited to its purpose. As I was momentarily freed, the bench was repositioned, then I was rebound on all fours.

Now the skin on my back, my ass, and the back of my legs was treated. My asshole was examined in detail, inside and out, with the usual disapproving comments.

A brace was installed on the bench which supported my head and neck, and I was strapped to it, immobilizing my head completely. My hair was then cut, very short, no more than an inch long anywhere on my head.

"No head-shave for this one, eh?"

"No. He prefers to leave the option open and may do it himself later."

Clearly, they were talking about my Master-to-be. I would no longer have a say in the matter.

With no warning, a cock penetrated my ass. I screamed in surprise, responding with some pain. I moaned loudly, still not quite able to come, though I had been close to orgasm for well over two hours. With my bonds holding my knees widely spread, I was helpless to resist. The rest of my restraints prevented me from any movement even to help him to get off. I was simply available, and was used.

He came in my ass, and I cried in frustration as he withdrew, still unable to come myself. As the previous male had done, he came to my face to be cleaned.

I was curious, as well as hesitant. I decided, on a whim, to resist. I clamped my teeth shut, and stared back, defiant.

Notes were made, brief comments were exchanged. Suddenly, my ass was struck, hard. It was a vicious whip, painful, yet not one which would leave welts. Master Ivan had never whipped me as hard, although, admittedly, our games had always been low-key. This was the real thing, and it was brutal.

I screamed from the first stroke, and begged, "Please, no more, I'll do it, ...arrgh!"

As I pleaded and screamed, a ring gag was forced into my mouth. It would hold my mouth open, eliminating all future resistance. The whip continued, even as the soiled cock entered my mouth. I received a dozen strokes, and the ring gag remained in place. I licked his cock spotlessly clean, ignoring the taste of my rear opening which it carried.

More discussion ensued. I heard little of it except that my asshole was to be widened. Their work completed for the moment, I was moved again, handcuffed as before, to what I assume was room four.

It was the tanning room. Here, though, there was a difference. My complexion had been deemed too light by my Master, so it would be darkened. Instead of using just sunlamps, however, actual pigments would be baked into my flesh by infrared light. The tan I got here would last me for the rest of my life.

All my restraints were removed, and those on my wrists and ankles were replaced with transparent ones made of plastic of some kind which would not block the light. I was fastened in a wide, standing spread-eagle. I was told to close my eyes, and my entire body was sprayed with the tanning solution. The crew left, and the tanning lights came on.

It was hot, much like being in full sunlight, but more so. The mirror arrangement reflected the light onto me like a magnifying glass, and I soon broke into a sweat.

The chemicals slowly baked into my skin, leaving behind an ash-like residue. In barely an hour, the process was complete.

The lights went off, and the crew returned, one male and two females. Using a hose with a small nozzle, they effectively vacuumed the ash off my body. To my pleasant surprise, I had acquired a uniform tan that looked like the results of a week in the Caribbean.

I was handcuffed, and led to the next room.

While the mirror arrangement remained, this room was loaded with equipment. It was scary, as much of it looked like hypodermic needles connected by hoses to all sorts of gauges and boxes. If the whole process was to be painful, I knew the pain would come here.

The leather shackles were replaced on my wrists and ankles, and I was fastened on my back in a tight spread-eagle. The "Doctor", as I began thinking of him, placed a cock-gag in my mouth and fastened it tightly. I noted, ominously, that it also had a transparent tube running out its back to one of the machines. The Doctor then began a lecture which both aroused and frightened me to the core.

"You entered here a free woman. You will leave here enslaved, totally, by Master Ivan. It is he who sent you, he who laid out the program of treatments you are receiving, he who designed what will be your new look, and he who will own, possess, train and use you as he pleases when we are finished."

As the Doctor spoke, the two women placed a large glass beaker on the floor in front of me. One at a time, they lifted their skirts and pissed in the beaker, filling it. They then took the beaker and emptied it through an opening in the top of one of the machines. I noticed, with trepidation, that the tube in my cock-gag originated in that same machine.

"He finds your body flawed in several respects, and we concur. Your breasts are somewhat small and not ideally shaped. Your cunt is a bit bony and in need of muscle tone. Your thighs and waist are flabby."

At this, I was truly shocked. I received many compliments on my body. I was also alarmed, as the tube leading to my cock-gag now carried a yellow fluid, inching its way slowly toward my mouth.

"We will correct those faults, here and now. We have developed a series of synthetic enzymes which will do the job much more efficiently than traditional plastic surgery. All four types are accepted by the body as it would fat. Type one is rapidly absorbed by surrounding tissue and grows new muscle tissue in minutes. Type two causes muscle and other tissue to stretch. Type three causes shrinkage, and type four dissolves fat almost as fast as liposuction could remove it."

The yellow fluid reached the cock-gag. Seconds later, I tasted the first drops of piss being deposited in my mouth. Flushed with shame and humiliation, I began to swallow.

"First, some padding for your cunt."

He took a tube-fed hypo and injected my cunt from either side. As the fluid pumped in, my cunt-flesh swelled slightly. In the mirrors, it did look more inviting, as if it didn't look inviting enough already being forced wide open by my leg restraints.

"Now, to tighten up your cunt hole."

This required a series of injections. At the first one, I reacted with surprise to the sudden pain by biting down on the rubber cock which invaded my mouth. Suddenly, a buzzer sounded on one of the machines. As it did so, I noticed the flow of piss into my mouth increased. All three of them in the room with me chuckled. The Doctor explained, "You should lick and suck a cock, lovingly. Biting it only brings punishment. In this case, a punishment drink." I suffered my humiliation silently, now swallowing a bit more frequently.

The injections continued, circling my vagina. Indeed, I felt its ring tighten, like traveling back in time to my days as a virgin teenager.

My breasts were next. They were subjected to a series of injections, using all four enzymes. The skin was tightened, my nipples were enhanced and my breasts were standing up much more provocatively, on their own, when the process was finished. They were also enlarged somewhat, about three inches and one cup size.

They spent time on my abdomen and legs, then flipped me over. I noted, with distress, that my gag was kept in place, without interrupting its flow of piss into my mouth.

Now, they worked on my ass. Its small quantity of flab was quickly dissolved, and the muscles were slightly enlarged and tightened. Its shape was narrowed at the sides and reshaped to make my asscheeks protrude a bit more.

I felt other needles, as well, working on the rearmost surfaces of my arms and legs. Finally, the job was finished.

I was again bound standing, legs spread. Again, through the mirrors, I observed my standing, exposed body. At this stage, I no longer recognized it. I was truly beautiful, sexually provocative, the type of girl whose body would create an erection in any male who saw it.

The piss flow stopped. My mouth would be relieved. Or, would it? The cock-gag was left in place, along with its feed-tube.

"We'll be working on your asshole next. If you bite on the rubber cock in your mouth, or pull on your restraints beyond a certain point, you'll get another drink. Do so now, to see how it works."

I didn't want to drink more piss, so I simply stood, looking back, nervously waiting. The wait lasted about three seconds, as a powerful stroke from a cat-o-nine tails tore into my ass. My entire body flexed in response, tight as a bowstring against my four-point restraints, and I bit down hard on the gag.

The machine instantly fed me about a quarter-cup of piss, filling my mouth. I had to swallow several times to get it all down.

"Rest assured, you will always obey. Your only choice, when it is available to you, is how much punishment you earn in futile resistance. For this process, we wish you to be still. As you can see, movement brings punishment."

I stood still. The acrid taste of the piss remained in my mouth, humiliating me, yet arousing me in a way I was just beginning to understand. In traditional sex, there was always the excitement of not knowing what, if anything, would happen. Now, there was the concrete knowledge that I could stop nothing from happening. I was helpless and choiceless in all things, and there was the much more real excitement of having no idea what would be done to me or whether I could enjoy or endure it, all the while knowing I would have to submit, regardless of my own desires.

The needles penetrated my anal ring, perhaps five or six of them. About half way through, my left leg reacted, pulling in slightly. My mouth instantly received about two swallows of piss. The buzzer also sounded, and I heard laughter once again.

A dildo was inserted into my ass, some eight inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. Surprisingly, my ass easily stretched to receive it. Miraculously, my mouth remained dry as I kept my reactions under control.

The needles started again. Now, my anal ring was being tightened again, down to the diameter of the dildo. As I felt the tightening begin, I felt straps being fastened to hold the dildo in place.

A second dildo, the same size as the first, was buried in my cunt. Taken off-guard, my limbs pulled on their restraints, and I was force-fed another drink.

More straps were fastened, then the equipment was quickly wheeled out, except for the piss pump. One of the women spoke to me briefly as the others left. "We'll be giving your ass and cunt time to adjust to the size your Master requires. In the meantime, you can practice self-control with your restraints and get to know your new look. Have fun!" With that, she vanished.

I stood, looking at myself. Indeed, I faced a stranger. Often, examining myself in a mirror, I had fantasized changing my body, sometimes becoming a harlot. What I faced was the best model I had ever seen, combined with a true whore. A whore which, in fact, was penetrated in all three of her openings by rubber cocks, being periodically force-fed piss (when I slipped), and chained wide open and exposed.

I rapidly grew more aroused, and I could not stop my hips from slowly pumping. I could feel the dildos within me, responding even to my slightest movements. My orgasm was a knife-edge away, but I feared setting off the piss-pump again.

Finally, I went over the edge into orgasm. Every muscle in my body contracted, leaving me hanging with all my weight on my chained wrists above me. Instantly, at the very peak of my orgasm, the piss poured into my mouth.

Now, for reasons I only partially understood, I found all of this arousing me more and more as time went on. The restraints, initially bringing fear, now brought a welcomed helplessness, a release from responsibility, a kind of dependence which made me feel secure. The pain confirmed my helplessness, my powerlessness, my inability to effect the course of events. My nakedness and sexual use (I stopped thinking of it as abuse) invited more use and kept me constantly stimulated, aroused and in need. I wanted more, would get more whether I wanted it or not, and now I realized I would love it all: the sex, the denial, the restraint, the humiliation, even the pain.

My resistance even encouraged more enslavement. Again, deep in arousal, I yearned for another orgasm. The cocks penetrating me in three places all still fired my heat, but I was helpless to stimulate myself. I could not free my limbs, nor cover my body. I could not beg for use, or even for the whip. Then, I remembered.

Looking straight ahead at where I knew concealed eyes must be watching me, I pulled hard on my restraints. The cock-gag instantly pumped another large dose of piss into my mouth. I swallowed, slowly this time, watching myself in the mirrors as I felt the wave of humiliation wash through me. I still felt overwhelmed by the sheer erotic power of my captivity, yet could do nothing to stop it. Almost swooning, I momentarily relaxed in my bonds, beginning to hang by my wrists. Suddenly, the piss-pump activated again, giving me a double dose. As I swallowed yet again, I remembered. I had no choice in the matter and could not even faint without punishment. I must await the pleasure of others and serve that pleasure in any way required of me.

A girl entered. Wordlessly, she connected some lines between my lower dildos and the machine facing me. I was worried, because with all the piss I had been forced to drink, my own bladder was full, and I would have to empty it soon.

One line was another plastic tube which started at my cuntal dildo. It was connected to the tube leading to my cock-gag. I suspected its purpose, but was told nothing.

The girl left. Minutes later, a man entered carrying a cat-o-nine tails. Saying nothing, he took position behind me, clearly intending to lash my naked body. I steeled myself, determined not to pull on my restraints, wanting to avoid another piss-drink. If it intensified my pain, I would suffer it.

The first stroke fell on my ass. It was a hard one, and it hurt terribly. Five in a row fell, from my ass to my lower legs. I held steady, moaning with the pain. Five more strokes fell, these to my back. Now, the pain was greater. Somehow, I stood, screaming through my gag, but I did not bite down or pull on my chains.

He moved to the front. Two strokes fell on my breasts, the most painful yet. Three more to my abdomen, all bringing out my screams. I told myself, "I am now an owned girl. If my pain pleases my Master, I must be given pain." I stood fast in my suffering.

The whip fell lower. Two to my thighs, and the pain had my head spinning. The last three went right to my cunt, the final stroke rising right up between my legs. Following that one, I screamed long and hard, not only from the pain, but from the frustration of another orgasm which was just out of reach.

I was utterly exhausted, barely able to stand. I was more aroused than ever, but unable to come. Worst of all, I could not pull on my chains without activating the piss-pump again.

The man in front of me smiled, then parted his robe, revealing his erect cock. With all three of my holes plugged, I wondered at his intentions, until he produced a cylinder which he fitted over his cock. It was connected to the machine by a tube, much like the ones already in use. Another tube was run from the machine to my cock-gag.

He pressed a switch on the machine. Instantly, it started a pump action on his cock, effectively sucking him off. Suddenly, I understood. When he came, his come would be pumped forcibly into my mouth. He did not even consider me worthy to suck him directly; I could only be the receptacle for his come. Shamed even further, before the event even happened, I resolved myself to my upcoming humiliation, just as he touched the machine again.

The dildos in my ass and cunt immediately started vibrating and pulsating. Moments ago, I would have begged for an orgasm, but was denied. Now, I would be forced to come, willing or not, for his entertainment, in the midst of the humiliations I already endured. The wait was a brief one as, seconds later, I went over the edge.

I came loudly, visibly, giving my owners a show they no doubt appreciated. I was a wanton slut in orgasm, a slave in heat. I had no choice; I was made to come at the push of a button.

My orgasm continued long and hard. I had forgotten the tube from my cuntal dildo, until I saw it carrying my own fluids to my waiting mouth. Before my orgasm even finished, I was being force-fed my own cunt-juice.

As I swallowed my own come, turning ever-deeper shades of red in my slave-humiliation, the man before me had his orgasm. Now, the tube from his cock quickly carried his semen through the machine and into my waiting mouth, there to be mixed with my own juices and be swallowed.

By this time, I was so weak, my own bladder failed. I began to piss, uncontrollably. To my horror, I saw my own piss travel up the tube to my gag. Now, even after all my efforts to avoid drinking the piss stored in the machine, I was being forced to drink my own piss, still warm, fresh from my own body. I swallowed. I had no choice. I was totally broken, totally humiliated, totally exhausted. I hung in my chains, activating the piss-pump in front of me, and drank down the rest of its contents.

The man removed all the tubes, except the one from my cunt to my mouth. He left my three plugs in place. He wiped off his cock on his hand, then wiped his hand on my face. He turned and left.

Now, the threat of the machine gone, my body went totally limp and I hung by my wrists. I had just had the most painful and humiliating experience of my life, combined with the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I revealed myself as a wanton slut, a gutter-slave, a girl useable by anyone for any purpose. And I learned not only how willing I was to serve in that manner, but that it aroused me to the core. I knew how much I needed my enslavement.

I hung for at least half an hour. Once more, during that time, I had to piss. Again, I effectively pissed into my own mouth, through the dildo harness, the tube, and the cock-gag with which I had fallen in love. As my unseen observers, I knew, watched the tube feeding me my own piss, I licked and sucked on the rubber cock through which the piss flowed into my mouth, serving it, trying to get every drop out of it. I was happy, fulfilled.

Some time later, the man and the two women entered again. I smiled around my gag, pre-approving anything they had in mind for my further use or abuse.

My cock-gag was removed. I licked and sucked it as it left my mouth, even to the point of kissing it goodbye as it passed from my lips.

The plug filling my ass was removed next. It was brought to my mouth, and I opened wide to allow it entry, so I could clean it with my lips and tongue. The last of the rubber cocks, the one from my cunt, was removed last. It, too, was cleaned by my now-willing mouth.

My ankles, then my wrists, were freed. A pair of handcuffs were simply held out in front of me. I turned, placing my wrists together, allowing them to lock my hands out of the way behind my back. Without being told, I knelt before them, head bowed, knees separated far apart. For some reason, my eyes were drawn to my image in the mirror. I zeroed in on the sight of my newly-shaved cunt, opened in my spread-out position, and was reminded of my total availability. My cunt started juicing up rapidly and my nipples hardened again. I realized that my body, in its exposure and its open position, was a living and breathing invitation for its own further enslavement and use.

One of the women spoke. "Time for your final exam, pig. You'll suck off all three of us, asking properly. You may be abused, at our whim, throughout the process. You'll be graded on performance, attitude, availability, posture, grace and endurance. Any shortcomings will subject you to punishment and re-training. Begin."

I was not given all the rules of the game and would have to improvise. Clearly, on a purely practical level, if I had to please all three of them, my endurance would last longer if I serviced the man second, between the two women. I crawled, on my knees, to the woman who had addressed me. I kissed her feet sensuously, with loving adoration. Holding position with my lips still touching her toes, I asked, "Mistress, may I please serve your pleasure, in any way that would please you?"

I heard her chuckle, with a touch of sadism. "Yes, pig. I like being sucked off by a cunt in pain."

Knowing my pain would arouse her, I also could assume that submitting to it willingly would enhance her pleasure. And now, it would also enhance my own fulfillment. "Please, Mistress, tell me how you'd like me."

"On your back, cunt, with your legs spread high and wide."

"Yes, Mistress." I smiled with my answer, then laid down on my back, my locked wrists beneath me. I raised my legs vertically, spreading them as widely as possible.

The woman stood looking at me for a moment as I held position, smiling, my mouth slightly open. She then walked to a nearby cabinet and got out a heavy sorority paddle. She handed it to the man, and they both waited.

"Please, Master, paddle my ass. And please hit me hard, Master, as it would give my Mistress great pleasure to enjoy my pain as I service her."

He took position, waiting.

"Please, Mistress, may I service your beautiful pussy with my mouth?"

They both smiled. I had conducted the preliminaries correctly. She sat heavily on my face, already well-juiced, and the first paddle stroke landed hard on both my ass-cheeks.

My mouth was already wide open, but gagged with cunt-flesh. My scream was muffled, but very erotic to hear. The paddle renewed all my previous ass pain, awakening the old welts from my earlier whippings. Again, I felt that amazing transition. Pulling against my cuffs, unable to stop the torture, I confirmed my utter helplessness. My legs remained spread wide in position, my own naked cunt begging for attention it would not receive. And throughout it all, my mouth remained open, lips and tongue extended to give pleasure to the woman who requested my torture. I rejoiced in my helplessness, visibly aroused. By the twelfth stroke of the paddle, the woman came in my mouth.

I gave the prerequisite cleaning with lips and tongue, more gently now as she enjoyed her afterglow. I swallowed her juice and finally ended the process with an affectionate, respectful kiss on her cuntlips.

She rose from my face, and I rose to my knees, kissed her feet again, and said, "Thank you, Mistress, for allowing me to serve you. I hope I pleased you, to your satisfaction, and hope you will punish me severely if I failed you. And thank you for allowing the paddling of my ass as I served. It helped me to remember my position, and it hurt beautifully."

I remained in position, knees again far apart, as my lips remained on her toes. Finally, she spoke: ''You did well, pig."

I rose to my knees and crawled to the man. Again, my lips found toes, and I begged, "Please, Master, may I serve your pleasure, in any way you'd like?"

He thought for a moment, then said, "I want to take you in all your holes. Cunt first, then ass, then finish in your mouth. I don't want you to come, and I want you to suck some cunt while I fuck your ass. On your back, pig!"

I laid down on my back again, raising and spreading my legs as I did before. He drove into my cunt immediately, stroking me perhaps two dozen times before withdrawing. I was well-juiced already, and tight on his cock from my recent, er, adjustments.

"To your knees, cunt!"

I knelt, my ass high, knees spread wide, back arched, my right cheek to the floor. He penetrated my ass to the hilt on the first stroke, entering me with surprising ease.

After a few strokes, he suggested to the second woman, "Why don't you sit by her face and hold her head steady with your thighs."

She laid down in front of me and, with my hair, drew my face into her cunt. As my ass was fucked hard, my mouth was pushed heavily into her pubes, arousing both her and myself greatly. My own cunt was begging for a touch, but I was to serve the pleasure of others, as a slave, before even thinking about my own pleasure.

He withdrew from my ass, then backed me up, on my knees, to the wall. With my head against the wall and his hands maintaining a tight grip on my hair, I would not be able to resist his cock-strokes in any way.

As I expected, he drove deep into my throat on his first stroke. In moments, my mouth had cleaned his cock of all the residue from my cunt and ass.

Minutes later, he withdrew for a split second, allowing his first jet of sperm to cover my face, then drove again into my mouth to enable me to swallow the rest.

I cleaned him thoroughly, even down to licking his balls and ass-crack clean of sweat. Throughout the cleaning, I felt his come dripping down my face and onto my breasts where, with my wrists still locked behind me, I would be helpless to clean myself.

Finished, he backed up a step. I brought my come-streaked face to his feet, kissed his toes, and said, "Thank you, Master, for a beautiful fucking in all three of my holes. And especially, thank you for allowing me to swallow your come, your most treasured gift, and for allowing me to display it proudly on my face and tits, as a mark of my submission to you. And please, Master, if I have disappointed you in any way, or even if it is just your whim, please punish me severely, so I will remember my enslavement."

He tapped my shoulder, and I rose to my knees. Smiling, he said, "You do well with a cock down your throat. I'm sure you will do equally well in the future."

Two down, one to go.

I kissed her feet, and begged, "Please, Mistress, use me as you will.''

As I saw the chains drop from the ceiling in response to her pull on a lever, I knew she would present the most difficult test.

My ankles were fastened first, then my wrists. I was then hoisted up by my four limbs, face up, legs spread painfully wide.

She stood over me, straddling my face, her cunt perhaps an inch above my lips. "You will suck me to orgasm. As you suck me off, I will work over your own cunt with the cat-o-nine tails. You will not come until I do, and then only under the whip."

A button was pushed, and the chains all rose, hoisting me up perhaps three more inches. This brought my face up firmly into the cunt I was supposed to suck. She clamped her thighs tightly around my head, holding me firmly in place, then took my hair in her left hand, from behind, pulling me even harder into her cunt. Only then did she let loose her first whipstroke.

I screamed in real pain. With my face buried beneath her, it was barely audible to the others in the room. I did my best to lick and suck her, breathing whenever I could. Her hand in my hair guided my mouth to all the right locations and signaled me when she wanted more lips or tongue. The cat continued whipping my own cunt, raising both my pain and my arousal.

At times, the whip would cause me to struggle, in reaction to pain beyond my tolerances. Interestingly, with my body suspended by my arms and spread legs, my struggles only did two things: they caused my legs to spread even wider apart, more invitingly, and also caused my body to lift, pulling my face even harder into the cunt I was servicing.

I found that, as a result, my pain directly enhanced the pleasure of the woman I was servicing, and it improved the view of my own exposed cunt to the two onlookers.

I brought off the woman straddling my face. Still, she maintained her position even after I cleaned her, and she continued lashing away at my cunt.

Soon, the severe pain gave way to pleasure, as I felt my own orgasm build. I had long ago lost count of the number of strokes I had endured; this one segment alone must have passed the one hundred lash mark. Nevertheless, my newly redesigned body was being rapidly surpassed by an equally redesigned psyche. The pain and abuse was bringing me to the point of no return.

I began to come. The woman sensed it, and she immediately began to piss into my open mouth. I could not escape her. And, to my surprise, I didn't want to. My orgasm intensified, and I sucked hard on her cunt, locking my lips on her, swallowing as fast as I could, not wanting to spill a drop.

A small amount of her flow moistened my face; nevertheless, I finished the job beautifully, giving her a prolonged, affectionate, almost worshipful cleaning with my lips and tongue.

She backed off, leaving me hanging helpless and exposed, and with the others, wordlessly left the room.

I hung alone for at least half an hour, undisturbed. I spent the time relishing my own afterglow, complete with the pain, the sore limbs from my suspension and the tastes of piss as well as male and female juices. The odors permeated the room, and much of those were my own. My arms and legs ached, my wrists and ankles were chafed. And the pain, constantly confirming my helplessness, enforcing my continuing torture, made me feel gloriously enslaved. I loved the feeling now as much as I loved life itself.

A woman entered. One of the receptionists, dressed in the official asymmetrical sheath I had described earlier.

She wheeled a padded bench under me, then lowered my chains until I laid upon the bench.

"Don't move your body. As I release your limbs, drape them out from the bench remaining spread-eagled. Hold that position as I talk to you." With that, she freed me, and I obeyed, remaining spread opened.

"We will release you now to the care of your Master. Your old, free-woman clothes have already been destroyed. You will wear only a sheath, like the one I now wear, with stockings, garter belt and high-heeled sandals.

"You know where your Master lives. You will walk there immediately, dressed as you are, making no stops or detours on the way. You will be watched throughout the trip and will be returned here immediately for punishment if you disobey in any way. You will keep the tastes and odors present on and in your body until your Master permits you to wash.

"Upon your arrival, you will immediately strip and greet your Master as you did your training staff. He will then take you into his possession and dispose of you as he wishes. Our job will then be finished, unless he returns you here himself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then rise and dress."

I obeyed.

Ten minutes later, I was on the street, free as a bird.

Interesting things, birds.

Most species migrate north and south every spring and fall, covering hundreds of miles, without knowing why.

I was migrating into slavery. I knew exactly why. I was entering a world that, even as it tortured, raped and degraded me, did it to the most willing victim imaginable, would do it frequently at my request, and in the doing, would make me the happiest woman on earth.

Now, I finally understood Ivan. Master Ivan. My owner and Slave-Master.

And I finally understood myself.

My "Total Makeover" was a complete success.


Master Ivan

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