THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 25
Willis Morgan surveyed his paperwork.
It had been a profitable year. His slave stable had grown by another forty percent, and the crowds packed the hotel regularly, with many people having to reserve months in advance. He knew the sliding price structure helped, as did his intensive screening of all perspective guests. Still, much credit had to be given to his intensive training of slaves.
Mei-Ling deserved her share of the credit. Never had he found a more devoted slave, nor one with a more erotic and creative mind. She herself was in constant demand as a slave, but he only allowed her to serve four hours a day in that capacity, except for an occasional all-nighter. She insisted on maintaining her own training at four hours every day, and Morgan demanded at least another four hours spent daily on training his other slaves using her unique Geisha methods. He made a mental note to attend one of her training sessions later that day.
The slave Cara was both a disappointment and a major success. Never had he seen a slave revert so often into old attitude problems. Surprisingly though, she also proved able to tolerate more physical abuse than any other slave in the Casino. She currently held the records for suspension by her thumbs--twelve hours--and inverted suspension--eighteen hours. While she often fell short in direct service to the guests, she was very popular in performances as a torture victim. It took him a long time to figure her out, but he finally came to realize, she was a genuine masochist, much more rare than one might imagine. Most of the girls, with sufficient training, could be aroused by judicious use of rope, chain, clamps, whips and other tools of punishment, but their tolerance was limited. Cara, as it turned out, had tolerances that defied imagination. Morgan had witnessed her on a number of occasions brought to orgasm not only while under torture, but by the act of torture alone. He would look in on her as well today on his grand tour.
He passed through the hotel. The corridors were better stocked than ever with some of the most attractive and exotic slaves he had seen in years. They were achieving a better racial balance due, in part, to wider sources in Asia and the South Pacific. The girls were also groomed and even decorated creatively, and their bondage postures showed originality as well.
One new girl was imported from Burma. Her head was partially shaved to a line about two inches above her left ear. The rest of her hair was left long and done in a dramatic sweep to her right side. Her armpits retained their hair, while her cunt was left with a tiny heart-shaped tuft at the top of her slit. Her left wrist was locked to a ring high overhead, while her right was behind her, drawn up high by a chain toward her collar. While her right foot stood on the floor, her left foot was on a stool nearly two feet high, shackled in place. The asymmetry of the pose was beautiful, with her cunt fully open. Morgan walked on.
The slave training areas were running well. Since Mei-ling was given responsibility to assist in slave training, the methods and approaches were expanded to include the very exotic. Classes now were held in such details as the partial revealing of the breast, or the proper manipulation of cuntlips so as to display the cunt more attractively. Even Mistresses were trained in whipping slaves, both to draw out the the most erotic responses from a punished girl and to produce welts that would be the most sexually attractive to the viewer after the punishment was over.
Mei-Ling also worked with the management on research based on the traditional Japanese Tea Ceremony. The ceremony was evolved to ritualistically symbolize a woman's submission to her man through the preparation, serving and consumption of tea. Mei-Ling not only improved the ceremony, but developed a much-expanded one which centered further on service to a man's cock and used a rice-wine, served hot.
Morgan included a brief walk through the sun garden. Here, guests, employees and slaves alike could enjoy sunbathing and get a rich tan. Numerous guests and employees were already in place, most in the nude. There were also several slaves present. They, of course, instead of lounging on blankets or chaises, were chained spreadeagled on the many rocks or on the numerous wooden or cast-iron restraint racks.
One such slave was under severe punishment. He had observed her himself, protesting her use by a customer. She had whined that his cock was too big for her ass, she was hot, tired and thirsty, and she was being pushed too hard. Her trainer asked, "Perhaps you'd like a break for a couple of days?"
"Oh yes, Mistress...please!"
She was taken, at midnight, to the rock. She was chained spreadeagled, her head at the lower end of the rock, her feet spread painfully wide at the top. That was two and a half days ago. She now sported a glorious tan, almost a burn. She moaned in pain, hungry, able to drink only by begging passing guests to piss in her mouth. Morgan checked her record--she would be taken to the auditorium tonight at sundown, her sunburned flesh would be whipped, then she would be used exclusively in the ass for six hours before finally being fed and watered and allowed to sleep.
He went to the Casino's main game room. Even in the morning, the tables were crowded. One slave on display caught his eye. Of course, Mei-Ling's beauty would catch the eye of a corpse and bring it back to life.
She was straddling a large dildo, nearly two inches in diameter at its top and tapering out along its twelve inch length. Her wrists were chained above her, her ankles widely spread to the floor. She wore a partial chastity belt, one which covered her cunt but left her ass exposed. Some six inches of the dildo were in her ass.
Passing to her front, he observed her face. Her head was totally depilated, her large nose ring still in place. Her nipple rings had padlocks locked through them weighing several ounces each, in lieu of weights. She wore a punishment bra, lined with needlepoints. At close range, he noticed her chastity belt was the specially designed one, lined throughout with the long needlepoints which would torture her clitoris when she became aroused. She spoke to him.
"Good morning, Master."
"And a good morning to you, slut. What have you done to earn this, as if I thought you ever earned punishments?"
"Its just a training exercise, Master. I felt my ass was not open enough, so I had one of the Mistresses fix me here for a few hours to entertain the guests as I exercised." As she spoke, she slowly pumped up and down on the huge dildo in her ass.
"And how is your training going?"
"Well Master, my ass is opening nicely..." As she said this, she dropped down slowly, burying nearly ten inches of the dildo, "...but I can never get the girls to fix me tight enough. I can't even feel the needlepoints, on my tits or my cunt. Please Master, could you tighten them for me?"
He tightened her bra first, several notches worth, causing Mei-Ling to groan audibly with the pain. "Thank you, Master!"
He did the chastity belt next. Again, he tightened it severely, several notches, and heard an even deeper groan. "Ah, that's beautiful, Master!"
She dropped down again on the dildo, groaning, feeling the new pain on her clit as the belt tortured her arousal. She also surveyed the faces of those enjoying her performance.
Morgan noted her wandering eyes and said, "You know, Mei-Ling, I think you're trying to manipulate the reactions of the guests, almost displaying slave-pride."
Mei-Ling paused, then said, "You're right, Master. Please, punish your prideful slave as you see fit."
He cranked up her dildo, almost four inches higher. With her ankles shackled to the floor, she could not rise to avoid the extra penetration.
He then walked to her front. He connected a short chain, with padlocks, between her nose ring and the rings on her nipples. This forced her to lower her face. "That should take care of your slave-pride. Still, your welts are fading and should be renewed."
He quickly borrowed a cat-o-nine tails from a nearby Mistress. He gave Mei-Ling half a dozen hard strokes on her ass, then three to the side of each breast and finally half a dozen across her abdomen. She screamed on every stroke.
"T-thank you, Master, for reminding me of my enslavement."
Morgan walked on.
He found Rose, dealing at Winner's Tables.
Since her arrival, she had continued showing arrogance, distain for the slaves, sometimes disrespect for even guests. After numerous periods of punishment, she had not shown any signs of improvement. Finally, following a heavy loss she suffered on a day off, Rose was enslaved. Now, she dealt nude, was chained to her table and had to do all her own payoffs. And at Winner's Tables, as always, the odds were stacked in favor of the guests.
There were four seats at her table. At Winner's Tables, the seats were always filled.
Seats one and two were occupied by females. Playing together, they each had a one hundred dollar stake and played for a breast-whipping, twenty strokes of the cat, in addition to the usual head.
The third seat was a male. With a fifty dollar stake, he would be sucked off twice in succession if he won and spend two hours with Rose sitting on his face in the unlikely event of his loss.
Seat four, another male, with a one hundred dollar stake, played for the usual head, with extras. If he won, Rose would wear a large anal dildo for two hours. If he lost, he would wear the dildo, locked in his ass, along with a cock cage. He would also sacrifice two hours giving head to her or to female house slaves.
The game was well underway when Morgan arrived. Less than ten minutes later, all four seats won their required stakes. Rose would now begin her payoffs.
Her wrists were passed behind a short bar behind her back, then locked in front of her, presenting her breasts properly for their upcoming whipping. The large dildo, provided by the occupant of seat four, was forced into her ass and its harness locked. She then knelt and sucked off the male from seat three for his first round.
Chains were lowered, attached to the ends of the bar behind her back then hoisted up, drawing Rose up onto her tip-toes. The two women from seats one and two approached with small cats. Without preliminaries, they began the breast-whipping together, swinging in unison, one on each breast. Rose endured twenty strokes on each breast, screaming constantly throughout.
She was lowered to her knees. Short chains joined either end of the bar to her ankle shackles, to keep her kneeling with her ankles spread. All four guests lined up, the women first, to be sucked off. The male with the second blowjob coming was at the end of the line. It took well over an hour to complete her payoffs, bound on her knees throughout. The dildo was not removed until she began her next shift, two hours later.
Yes, Morgan thought. Rose had finally shown progress.
He walked on.
Cara was, as usual, in punishment.
She spent a great deal of time in punishment. Her arrogance was incorrigible. And, as he now understood, her appetite for punishment was insatiable. The training staff only made one small victory with her, in that they were able to get Cara to admit freely to just how masochistic she really was.
Cara's arms were united behind her in a forearm sheath then pulled up behind her. Her ankles were chained to the floor nearly four feet apart. A pair of leather thongs, thin and vicious, were tied in slipknots around her sizeable breasts, then hoisted up high, pulling her by her tits onto her toes. Naturally, her nipples were clamped and weighted. As Morgan arrived, a male was whipping her cunt with a cat-o-nine tails.
Cara screamed on every stroke. When the male finished, he hung the cat from a hook on the chain connecting her nipple clamps. She groaned in her suffering. As Morgan passed, she begged him, "Please Master, whip my cunt."
He graciously complied, giving her another dozen. Checking her record, he found that she had had a bad day off some weeks ago, losing about two thousand dollars at the tables. Each day, she now spent one four-hour shift training, two shifts on regular duty and one additional shift in punishment bondage. With the extra punishments she regularly incurred in her service, she'd be paying off the debt for at least a month.
His next stop was the special-options Roulette tables. Upon arrival, he saw Nanette and Nubia about to be offered together as a prize.
Their nose rings had been connected with a light chain, some three feet long. It was welded in place and had been so for over six months. Interestingly, it was not quite long enough to allow them to nibble each other's cunts.
A small tradition had developed among the Casino regulars. When either Nanette or Nubia earned whipstrokes, the other would suffer the blows. And when either earned punitive restraint, they would be bound and suffer together. They would frequently be chained together for restroom duty, or giving head in the Casino, or on display in the Hotel lobby, or bolted to the rocks in the sun garden for a day.
Now, they had been won by a pair of males. To their dismay, they were locked into chastity belts before being led off. They would be used by the men for the entire day and night and denied their pleasure for the duration. Their mouths and asses would be well-used.
Morgan checked the time. He got himself a quick breakfast, then returned to his office to initiate three new slave arrivals with the cane. By the time he finished, he realized Mei-Ling would be done with her self-imposed training ordeal and working on training new slaves. He paid her a visit.
She was training two relatively new girls in slave deportment. One was an American, blonde; the other was the new Burmese girl who had spent the morning chained on display in the hotel. Mei-Ling was lecturing the nude, kneeling girls as he entered.
"...only the crudest, untrained girls seek to arouse a man by simply thrusting a tit in his face. Men are much more complex creatures. While not always aware of the subtleties of their stimulation, they always respond to it. A well-trained slave must always be aware of how her Master responds.
"Master Morgan--good day! Would you like to be entertained by our new trainees and assist in their training?"
"Of course, Mei-Ling. I always enjoy watching you work." He noted Mei-Ling's costume. She wore an extremely severe waist-cincher, of thick leather, tightened almost painfully. He suspected, correctly, that it was lined with needlepoints. She wore thigh boots with six inch heels. Her cunt was uncovered. Her ringed nipples were exposed and presented by a punishment bra. The padlocks and chain still hung from her nipple rings. She topped it off with a studded leather collar, three inches wide.
Turning to the slaves, she said, "Alright. Each of you in turn will walk and pose before Master Morgan. Display yourself and present yourself for his arousal. You will watch his responses carefully, feel out his subtle reactions according to what I have taught you. You will then tell me verbally what he most enjoys in seeing, in punishment of his slaves, and in sexual service!"
The blonde went first. She walked to face him, hands on hips. She arched her back, thrusting out her breasts, then moved her hands down slowly to her thighs as she thrust out her cunt, rotating slightly. She noticed the subtle change in his thigh posture, and knelt. She arched her back, then rolled onto her back, lifted and spread her legs, then slowly stroked a finger down from behind, starting at her clit and ending beyond her asshole. She moved slowly throughout and finally rose and walked to Mei-Ling.
"Mistress"
"Report, slave!"
"Mistress, I believe Master Morgan enjoys watching a slave's opened cunt and ass, most enjoys whipping her ass and enjoys using her mouth." Morgan chuckled, quietly.
"Slut, you must think you're stripping in a bar. You're wrong, on all three counts."
She suspended the blonde girl by her wrists, her feet clear off the floor, and gave her six strokes on the ass with a cat. She left the blonde hanging, and addressed the Burmese girl.
"Now you, pig!"
The dark, exotic girl walked to her position. She raised her hands high over her head and began slowly, gently, undulating her body. Watching Morgan constantly, she shifted her body movements in subtle ways, sometimes emphasizing her hips, sometimes her breasts, sometimes her thighs or even her shoulders. She smiled and, after a couple of minutes, began light fingertip caresses all over her body.
She never took her eyes off Morgan's. She noticed a slight intake in his breath when she presented her breasts, particularly when her arms were drawn behind her. When her fingers crossed her breasts and her ass cheeks, she noticed a subtle flexing of Morgan's thigh muscles. When she opened her ass, or made certain subtle motions with her mouth, opening her lips ever so slightly, she actually saw Morgan's erection pulse. She prostrated herself before Morgan, then crawled to Mei-Ling.
"Mistress"
"Report, slave!"
"Mistress, Master Morgan truly enjoys my tits, but most especially when my arms are drawn back sharply. He would probably like to tie my breasts or clamp my nipples. With a whip, he would most enjoy punishing my tits as well as my ass, probably when I am bent over, my arms raised high behind me, my ass cheeks tightened for the whip or cane. He would enjoy fucking my ass more than my cunt, but would probably most enjoy finishing in my mouth."
"Alright, slave. How would you guess his favorite scene might happen?"
"Mistress, he would most likely join my wrists behind me and hoist them up towards the ceiling, then spread my ankles wide. He would tie or clamp my breasts, perhaps after whipping them briefly. He would cane my ass. He would most likely want to fuck my ass first, then come in my mouth."
Mei-Ling smiled at Morgan. "Sound familiar, Master?"
Morgan rubbed his crotch openly. "Yes indeed. Good work, both of you!" He pulled Mei-Ling aside, and said, "She's doing quite well, the dark girl. Send her to me tonight!"
"Yes, Master!"
He moved on.
In a corridor near the Casino, he saw an old face. It belonged to none other than Margo Demling. The girl had long since paid off her debt, had been fully trained as a house slave and had served well indeed, in spite of her incessant rebellion. She had spent much time in punishment, in Mei-Ling's hands, but the results were superb.
She was bound at a pole, her waist roped tightly. Her wrists were drawn up and back, locked to rings behind her head on either side of the pole. Her breasts were thrust out wantonly. Upon examination, Morgan discovered a sharp knob extending out several inches from the pole behind her shoulder blades. Indeed, if she did not thrust her tits out severely, she would punish herself.
She was blindfolded and did not hear Morgan approach. Nevertheless, he heard her repeating a training phrase--"Please Master, play with my tits!"
He complied. As his fingers took hold of her left nipple, she gasped in shock, not expecting the touch. He squeezed a bit, drawing the nipple up and out, then released it. Margo groaned in arousal, then said, "Thank you, Master!"
Morgan took several steps away, then turned to observe her. Indeed, moments later, she began her phrase again. "Please Master, play with my tits!"
He walked on.
His next step was the cafeteria. It still sported the benches on which slaves and offending employees could be bound for punishment. There had been significant improvements, however. Now, there were several pieces of specialized apparatus built to restrain, expose and punish.
There was a floor level leg stock. The girl's legs would be spread wide and locked. She would sit on a circle of leather with short, exposed pointed studs. After a few hours her ass flesh would be in extreme pain.
There was a wooden box which sealed an offending slave completely inside except for an opening just large enough for her ass to protrude out from the top of one side. She could be whipped or ass-fucked. Beyond that, she was cut off from the world.
Two slaves behind the counter, naked and in serving chains, were each equipped with chastity belts. The belts concealed remote controlled vibrators in the cunt and ass as well as contacts which could administer a small, punishing electric shock to the clitoris. The options were controlled by buttons on the customer side of the counter. Since these devices were installed, the reports on the quality of service in the cafeteria had improved dramatically.
Morgan ordered a coffee, then "Tipped" the slave with thirty seconds of pleasure from her anal dildo.
As he left the Cafeteria, he again happened to use the corridor in which Margo Demling was bound on display. He knew it was near her release time, and as he approached the now tired slave, saw a passing male stop at her. He saw her lips mouthing the well-practiced phrase, "Please Master, play with my tits!" The man complied. Margo responded beautifully, available and aroused. The man then surprised her, thrusting his other hand into her now wet cunt. She responded instinctively, contrary to training, by drawing her unbound legs together for an instant before reopening them as her discipline took control. Morgan watched them until the man left, disappointed in her.
He approached the blindfolded girl.
"Please Master, play with my tits!"
He took her breast entirely in one hand and caressed it gently, with an occasional light squeeze. As he heard her respond, he thrust his own second hand into her cunt. Again, she momentarily drew her thighs together before opening them to his touch. Angrily, he spoke to her.
"So, slut. Is your cunt less available to the hands of a guest than your tits?"
Fearful, but not yet recognizing the all-too-familiar voice, she answered, "I'm sorry, Master. Use me as you will."
"Not good enough, slut. Your responses must be instinctive, second nature. You are in need of further training and discipline. Where are you supposed to be spending your next shift?"
"I-in the display cages, Master, to be selected by a guest."
"I'll talk to your supervisor and adjust your schedule. In the meantime..."
Using his keys, he anchored her feet to eyebolts, some three feet apart. Now, she would be forced to keep her cunt available and would be harder pressed to keep the torturous knob away from her already aching back.
Margo heard him walk away but never did know who he was.
After a brief spot-check of some hotel rooms and the punishment of two room service employees, he retired to his office. Checking the schedule, he found that Mei-Ling would be performing her modified "Tea Ceremony" for a guest in a few minutes. Not wanting to disturb the delicate atmosphere of the ritual, he used the monitor system and made sure the scene was being recorded.
The guest was from Sardinia. A wealthy merchant, well-travelled, very sophisticated. He was dressed in an expensive silken bathrobe and sipped Courvoisier as he awaited Mei-Ling's arrival.
Morgan chose not to monitor the corridor outside. He wanted as much as possible to sense the reactions the guest would have to the performance.
The bell rang. The guest said, "Enter", and remained seated.
The door opened.
Mei-Ling was costumed as the ultimate combination of the traditional Geisha and the Casino slave. She wore the full Geisha wig and makeup. Her kimono, of transparent red silk, was beautifully designed and executed. It hugged her curves very exotically and had removable veils which swept over her breasts and cunt, their only covering. All her rings were visible; her wrist and ankle shackles and her collar were in plain view.
She knelt, deposited a tray inside the room, entered on her knees and shut the door. Still kneeling, she said, "Master, tonight I belong to you." She then removed the two light veils, exposing her breasts and cunt, then bowed deeply, her head to the floor.
She rose to her feet with the tray and placed it on the low table next to the man's chair. She then lit the small flame that would heat the wine. According to the old ritual, she cleansed the utensils, then poured the wine into a mug and placed it over the flame.
As it heated, she began methodically removing the rest of her clothes, lastly removing her wig, revealing her shaved head. Even with her nipples and cunt exposed, she still used all the subtleties of movement to enhance the man's arousal. His response indicated a great success. And Morgan, as he watched through the monitors, was equally effected.
Naked, still kneeling, Mei-Ling said, "As your slave, I am subject to your every whim. Are there particular things you would like to use in my restraint, service or punishment?"
He answered, "Just the usual mundane restraints. But in punishment, I like to bring pain without severely welting a girl's flesh. What do we have available?"
"Master, I would suggest either the knotted silk cat-o-nine tails or the horsehair whip. Both can cause substantial pain without severely welting, and they can be used safely on a girl's most sensitive parts." As she said the last, she sensuously caressed her left breast with one hand.
"Fine."
She rose, got out the whips and also brought locks for her restraints and an assortment of clamps with weights. The restraint items she simply placed, reverently, on the table, within his easy reach. The whips she handed directly to him with a discrete tremble of fear. Morgan noted, with great approval, that when Mei-Ling held the whips, she was careful not to touch the handles. He could almost hear her training slaves saying, "The lash of a whip is for the flesh of a slave. The handle is intended only for the hand of a Master..."
With the whips delivered, she said to the man, "Master, I will try to give you great pleasure in what I will do for you. But at any time, should you feel inclined to bind me, punish me or use me in any way, do not hesitate to do so; whatever your whim may be, I am your slave."
He smiled and nodded. "Proceed, my slave."
Mei-Ling used her hands, and her lips and tongue, to caress his toes. She did so not hungrily, or lasciviously, but tenderly, with respect, allowing his arousal to build slowly and naturally rather than dragging it out of him. She worked her way up his legs, his thighs, to his cock. Even there, she did not begin to suck him, but caressed him tenderly, then moved on to his upper body.
As she reached his nipples, he spoke: "Slave--I have a whim."
"Yes, Master." She looked up at him, but continued caressing him with her fingers.
"I would like your nipples clamped."
"Of course, Master."
She quickly took two pairs of clamps from the table.
"Which clamps would you like to use, Master?"
"Those which are the most painful."
"Yes Master."
One pair of clamps resembled clothespins. The other was metal cloverleaf clamps, tighter, with tiny rubber circles to enclose the the nipple. She handed the metal clamps to the man. She then rotated slightly, raising one breast with a hand, presenting it to be tortured.
He raised his hand with the clamp, then paused. He said to her, "Keep your breast presented!", then picked up the horsehair whip.
As Morgan watched, she showed fear in her eyes of the pain to come. Morgan smiled in amusement. Mei-Ling had shown an attraction towards tit-torture of all types. She could have just as easily smiled through the half dozen strokes she received on the breast. When the man applied the clamp however, the pain was real.
The process was then repeated on the other breast. She presented it with her hand, he applied another half dozen strokes, then he hung the clamp from her nipple. In genuine pain now, Mei-Ling returned to his body, continuing her caresses.
She worked her way all the way up to his face, then backed off, saying, "Master, your wine is ready."
The wine was heated in a miniature mug, similar to a beer stein, over a small sterno flame. Although the mug had a padded handle to insulate the hot cup from the hand, Mei-Ling did not use it. She made fists of her two hands, then pressed her wrists, just above her shackles, to the hot sides of the mug.
She gasped with the pain as she picked up the mug, presenting it to her Master with head bowed. Shaking, she said, "Your wine, Master." He took the wine, noting the red marks left by the hot cup on her wrists.
He asked, "Slave, why did you suffer the heat on your wrists?"
"Master, a slave's pain brings pleasure to a Master. Should you wish to put your cup down, please use my back."
She then got down on all fours, facing somewhat away from him, so as to give him the best view of her open cunt and ass, and of her clamped breasts hanging beneath her.
He sipped the wine for a moment, enjoying the sight of Mei-Ling's body. He then placed the still hot cup on the small of her back.
Her gasp of pain was genuine. With the mug remaining in place, she moaned regularly. The man caressed himself briefly, now extremely aroused by her suffering. She shook slightly, straining to hold position without spilling the wine. Finally, he picked up the mug and finished off the wine.
Putting the cup down on the table, he asked, "Slave, I would like to see bells hung from your nipple clamps. Are they available?"
"Yes, Master."
"Get them."
She went to the closet and selected a pair of brass bells. Morgan knew that there were several sizes available, and he noted that she selected the heaviest. She knelt before her Master and presented him with the bells, then presented her breasts, as before.
He attached the bells to her hanging clamps, eliciting more quick groans of pain from the slave. He then said, "I like them. Get me another pair of clamps, with the same bells!"
Again, she walked to the closet and returned with the items. He applied the clamps to her cuntlips, then immediately hooked on the bells. He enjoyed her movements as well as the gentle jingling from the bells, knowing that every jingle also meant a jolt of pain to Mei-Ling's nipples and cuntlips. Finally, he sent her to the closet one last time. "Get me a strap for your elbows and a short leash!"
She brought him the items, her bells ringing and torturing her on every step. After kneeling and handing the things to him she turned and brought her arms together behind her. He locked her wrists together first. She accepted this as the norm--when she served with her hands free, it was the exception. However, the strapping of her elbows had only two functions. First, it stretched her breast flesh and strained her shoulders, increasing her pain load, and it made it difficult to serve some functions. Second, it increased the exposure of her breasts to enhance the view her Master had of her. This made any slavegirl more submissive, and Mei-Ling was no exception.
She turned back to face him. He said, "Now, slave, resume your service!"
She repeated the entire program of caresses over his entire body, now using only her mouth. She again paused only briefly at his cock and balls before moving on to his upper body. She then reversed direction, working down. He slid forward on his seat, exposing his ass to her caresses, and she complied, beautifully, penetrating him with her tongue.
Morgan was becoming extremely aroused himself. He called the training staff.
"Who do you have available for service?"
He was offered several names and selected one.
"Have her bound in a forearm sheath and send her to me immediately!" The girl was there five minutes later, a full-breasted exotic from the middle east. He placed her in the special stocks under his desk designed to present her mouth for his use. Between the neck stock, its self-contained posture collar and the raising of her sheathed arms behind her, she would not be moving her head but would have to submit to his fucking her mouth as he wished.
By the time Morgan's slave was fixed, Mei-Ling was again sucking the man's balls and was moving to his cock. Again, she showed patience, drawing out his pleasure in spite of her own clamped and tortured flesh. She spent almost thirty minutes sucking him, keeping him on the brink for most of that time. When he did come, Mei-Ling took him deep into her throat, keeping him there until he was totally spent, then continuing to nurse gently on his cock for long minutes after. Morgan also climaxed, at the same time, his own slave's mouth serving him well.
He dismissed his slave, leaving her arms bound. He caught up on his paperwork as he continued to look in on Mei-Ling from time to time. He watched her bathe and massage the man as well as submitting to numerous ordeals. At one point, the man clipped no fewer than forty clothespins to her flesh. Later on, he hogtied her wrists and one ankle, then suspended her by the remaining ankle and whipped her tits and cunt. She drank his piss on two occasions, and finally, when he had exhausted himself, put her in a discipline helmet and strapped it to himself with his cock in her mouth. She knelt at his feet thus restrained for over an hour as he watched TV, and she followed him to his bed where he slept with Mei-Ling's face still bound to his cock through the entire night.
It was not until days later that Morgan received a letter from the man offering to buy Mei-Ling for the sum of no less than half a million dollars, American. Morgan politely declined the offer.
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