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The Enslavement

1/21

Diary of slave Dora

This is now the Diary of the slave Dora. I am now the property of Master Ivan, who has commanded me to keep this record of my continuing training.

Last night, 1/20, Master instructed me to wait for him on a public street, dressed provocatively, postured as a slave. My clothing drew much attention, as it revealed and displayed my body as befits a slave. My collar, with its lock clearly visible, left no question as to my status. I felt an amazing degree of both humiliation and slave-pride.

As he promised, Master observed me for some minutes in my public humiliation before taking possession of me. Finally, he drove up directly in front of me, and, after examining me briefly, commanded, "Slave- get in the front seat!" I quickly obeyed, and we drove off.

Stopping briefly, he joined my hands behind me with metal handcuffs. By now, my cunt was flooding rapidly. As we drove, Master unbuttoned one more button on my blouse, revealing most of my tits. He ordered me to pull up my short skirt from behind so as to place my ass directly on the leather seat. His right hand explored my body liberally during the trip, exciting me greatly.

Parking at his home, he attached a leash to my collar and led me, still handcuffed, through his front door. He carried my bag.

Inside, he removed the leash and the handcuffs, and commanded, "Strip!" Showing me the closet, he had me deposit my bag and my few clothes within. He locked it shut, then commanded, "Kneel and submit to me!" I knelt. He withdrew the key to my collar, that same collar which I had worn continuously now for a month, unlocked it and removed it.

"Dora- beg me to take you as my slave, to bind you and collar you, and to use and punish you as it pleases me."

This was truly the turning point. If I chose to walk out, I could have done so. But, if I had, I would have certainly denied myself my fulfillment.

We looked into each other's eyes, both of us aware that this was where the game ended and the reality would begin. In that briefest instant, the only one we would ever have as two free people, I saw that his desire was not only real, but one which yearned for our mutual fulfillment, on common ground. To insure that, my submission must be voluntary. My heart was committed, and I knew that he knew it as well. I waited no longer, and began the ritual.

"Please, Master, take me as your slave. Bind me and punish me; use me as you please."

He reattached my collar around my neck and locked it, pocketing the key.

"Submit your wrists for binding."

I remained kneeling, bowed my head, and extended my wrists to him, crossed for binding. Taking them in his hands, he said, "I take you as slave!", and quickly bound my wrists with a strip of leather. I was now, formally, his property. I lowered my face and kissed his feet.

Reattaching my leash, he led me, on my knees, to his dungeon. In seconds, he hoisted my wrists high above me, drawing up my body until I was on my toes. He placed ankle cuffs on me and pulled my legs apart until they were spread nearly three feet and clipped them to rings hidden in the floor. I was now naked, stretched wide open, perspiring, exuding an obvious female odor and totally available. He went to a cabinet and produced a Malacca cane and placed it visibly on a table in front of me.

"For your initiation, slave-cunt. This once, you will be beaten well beyond your tolerances. By the second stroke, you will scream. By the third, you will want to beg me to stop. To prevent this, you will be gagged throughout and will endure the entire punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

With that, he turned on his heel and left the dungeon.

I hung in my bonds, open and vulnerable, forced to await his pleasure. The cane, left for my benefit, held my attention. I knew my flesh would be the canvas upon which its agony would soon be painted. I shuddered in fear, struggling occasionally. At times, I almost wished it would begin so it would be over sooner.

He did appear. My body swung back from him, almost of its own accord, in response to my fear. Yet, I was also aroused at the sight of him, realizing he was indeed the fulfillment of my slave-dreams.

He had changed clothes, and was now wearing tight black pants, black leather boots, and a red sash around his waist. His upper body remained exposed. I could not conceal my arousal or my fear.

"Slave- beg me for your initiation. Beg me to gag you, and to ignore your pleas for mercy until the initiation is finished."

Shuddering, swallowing my fear, I somehow brought forth the words: "Please, Master, give me my initiation with the cane. Please ignore my screams, and do not stop until you are finished. Please gag me, so I will not trouble you with my begging for mercy."

Bringing his face close to mine, he took my hair in hand and forced a passionate kiss upon my lips. Keeping his grip, he said, "Yes, my slave, I will consent to your request. Now, you will be truly mine! Kiss the cane!"

He held it to my lips, and I complied.

He produced a penis gag. The rubber phallus was very life-like, over an inch and a half in diameter and nearly three inches long. He strapped it into my mouth and tightened it until it filled my mouth completely. I found myself unconsciously caressing it with my tongue and sucking it gently, a clear response to my morning training.

I quivered in fear as he walked behind me. He caressed my ass briefly, his hand giving me a start at the unexpected touch. Finally, I heard the swing of the first stroke.

My ass exploded in pain as the cane struck. My body shot forward in its bonds, tight as a bowstring. I was immediately convinced that I could not survive. Yet, my body remained intact. Several seconds later, the second blow struck. I screamed through my gag. I shook my head. I strained against my bonds. All as expected and predicted by my Master.

As my caning continued, I tried to beg and plead, to offer anything to stop the pain. Gagged as I was, all that came out was whimpering and moaning. Each stroke, he waited until my physical contortions settled down before striking again, renewing my movements. I knew instinctively that this was done to maximize my suffering, as well as to increase his entertainment from my struggles.

Eventually, I surrendered to the pain. I hung by my wrists, cried, allowed my body to move as it would within the limits imposed by my bonds. When the last stroke fell, I remained motionless, eyes closed for a time before I finally realized it was over.

I opened my eyes to see him standing before me. I was exhausted, covered with sweat, still hanging opened and exposed in my restraints. Wordlessly, he removed my gag and held the cane again to my lips. Completing the ritual, I kissed it, lovingly, with both fear and respect.

"Thank you, Master, for my caning." I shuddered at my own voice, part of me not believing I said it, yet knowing the words were real.

He took me gently in his arms, caressing me. He kissed me passionately and made me realize how much I wanted him, wanted to be owned by him. I cried on his shoulder for a time, and finally said, "I love you, Master."

He left me for a few more minutes and returned with brandy. He placed the snifter to my lips and fed it to me. I drank at it gratefully.

He freed my ankles first, then slowly lowered my arms, although he left them bound in front of me. I dropped to my knees. Unconsciously, my hands sought my ass, wanting to rub the pain away. But I realized I was bound as I was to prevent this. Master observed my dilemma and caressed me himself.

"Thank you, Master."

"You mark well, slave, and endure punishment as a slave should. Now, I will see if my new possession gives pleasure as well as she accepts pain."

He led me, still on my knees, to a nearby couch. He draped me over its arm, my ass high in the air. With no preliminaries, he drove his cock deep into my cunt. I screamed again, this time in pleasure, as he fucked me, while the welts on my ass reminded me that I belonged to him.

I came within a minute, and did nothing to hide it. Sensing my orgasm, Master withdrew from my cunt and drove into my ass.

Now, I was again grateful for my training. He was well-lubricated from my cunt juice, and my ass expanded easily to accept him. There was little pain and much pleasure.

In several minutes, he withdrew from my ass and pushed me down to the floor again, on my knees. He stood before me, his now-soiled cock inches from my face. Indeed, memories of my morning training again reminded me of my duty. Master Ivan merely looked down at me and said, "Now, slave, serve your Master!"

I took him into my mouth. As I cleaned his cock, I tasted the residue from both my lower holes, and a wave of humiliation flooded through me. Yet, there was also a tremendous feeling of fulfillment. Here I was, bound naked on my knees, collared and leashed, whipped and humbled, owned and possessed by a true Master, his cock taking pleasure in my mouth. Tears began to flow from my eyes, but they were tears of happiness.

Quickly, Master Ivan approached orgasm, and commanded, "Play with yourself, slave!" I immediately brought one of my bound hands to my clit and masturbated while I continued to suck his cock.

He came, and immediately pulled out of my mouth for a moment, so he could spray some of his come over my face and tits. He then thrust back into my mouth, allowing me to swallow the rest. I did so joyously, as I brought myself to an equally intense orgasm. I continued to clean him gently with my lips and tongue, basking in the afterglow.

As we both recovered, I dropped my face to his boots and kissed them lovingly, saying, "Thank you, Master! Please, never free me!" He responded with, "That's one request I fully intend to grant!"

He did not permit me to shower. He replaced my leather strap with handcuffs, locked in front, and led me by my leash to his bedroom.

There, standing by his bed, he instructed me to stand with my legs spread wide as he rummaged through a drawer. Finding what he wanted, he returned, carrying a leather object. It was promptly strapped around my waist, and a wide leather band was passed through my crotch, pulled tight, and fastened in front with a padlock.

As he did so, he explained, "You are indeed a slut. No doubt, if left on your own, you'd spend every available moment with your fingers up your cunt. This should keep you under control! Congratulations! Your first chastity belt!"

In the midst of my fulfillment, the truth of his words hit me. I was still horny, and now I would be able to do nothing about it as I slept.

He again brought me to my knees at the foot of his bed, and commanded me to kiss and lick his asshole. I obeyed. Turning towards me, he again presented me with his cock, now soft. I willingly took it into my mouth, laving it gently with my tongue. I began to see that it was acting as an aphrodisiac on me- I could practically feel myself juicing up again.

He withdrew and produced a padlock. He connected my chain-leash to the base of the bedpost with a bit over a foot of slack. Crouching down next to me, he grabbed my breast and squeezed, saying, "Sleep well, slave!" He then kissed my nipple, sucking hard on it, arousing me even further, before turning abruptly, getting into bed and turning out the lights.

I would sleep, at the foot of his bed, chained there by my collar, wrists cuffed, frustrated by his chastity belt. I had experienced nights like this before, under his command, but by my own hand, by my consent. Now, my choice was no longer a relevant factor, for it no longer existed. Locked in place, I would remain, but now by the hand of my Master.

I slept well.

2/15

Diary of slave Dora

Life will never be routine for me again. Master Ivan has been enforcing all the old rules of my training as well as adding new ones. Now, though, I have no time to live the illusion of freedom. Nor do I want any.

The collar does not leave my throat, and the key remains in Master's pocket. He has fitted me with wrist- and ankle-cuffs of leather, along with matching elbow cuffs and a waist belt, all fitted with rings. I am constantly subjected to some form of restraint, sometimes unnoticeably mild, sometimes unbearably severe. When I do his housework, he enjoys seeing me in a "Sarik", a set of light chains connecting collar, wrists, waist and ankles. It leaves me more than enough freedom of movement to perform most tasks required of me, but constantly reminds me of his hand. It also makes it impossible to put on any free-women's clothing, should I be tempted.

I suck his cock to orgasm at least once a day, frequently twice. I have done so on my knees, on my back, in a pillory, strapped to a bench, and once even hanging upside-down by my widely spread ankles while he used a miniature cat-o-nine tails on my pussy!

He has one exercise for me which fills me with both excitement and fear: he calls it "The Tie". Simply stated, each day at a time of his choosing, he places me in some kind of restraint, attached to a fixed object. Once, it was standing in a narrow cage in his bedroom. Once, bound on my knees in the bathroom, next to the toilet. (He actually used me as a toilet that time, pissing in my mouth!)

Once, he chained my wrists high overhead, placed a remote-controlled vibrator in my cunt, blindfolded me, and applied clamps to my nipples which had small bells attached. He would watch TV from his armchair, and periodically turn on the vibrator for a moment. Whenever the bells would ring, he would whip my ass with a quirt!

About a week ago, I made a mistake in preparing his lunch and had to remake part of it. To add to the offense, I was caught red-handed snacking on the food while I prepared it! He said nothing to me at the time, which led me to believe he had something special in mind. That evening, he gagged me, and had me prepare one of my own favorite dishes for supper. He had me bring the food to his den, where he had set up a table-stock: essentially a table, hung from the ceiling, with openings in it for my wrists and neck. He locked me into it, removed my gag, then attached a sign to my nipples with clothespins. It read, "GLUTTON". He then proceeded to eat his dinner from the table, his plate inches from my face, while I watched.

When my frustration became too apparent, he took a glass, filled it with his piss and fed it to me slowly while he enjoyed his wine.

After dinner, he re-gagged me while I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. I spent that night bound and gagged in his food cupboard, hungry, but surrounded by food! Actually, he did feed me a bit of protein, when he took his evening pleasure.

2/25

Diary of slave Dora

Last night, Master made good on another one of his many promises. He instructed me to prepare a special dinner and to prepare a table for three.

Suddenly, I was at a loss - our Master-slave relationship had never involved outsiders, at least not intimately. I had agreed, in my submission, that he could involve others at his will if it pleased him to do so. Now, I would have to submit to Master's friends.

He instructed me to wear my highest heels, black textured stockings, garter belt, my push-up bra with the nipple cutouts and my burlap slavegarb. When I was dressed, he locked me into my sirik.

His friends, Bill and Jack, were not surprised to see me. They had been briefed at what to expect. I shuddered to think of how much they might expect later.

I was told to serve cocktails and remained available to light cigarettes, et cetera, as needed.

I served dinner and was told I would eat later, although the three males would sometimes feed me table scraps as I kneeled beside them.

As dinner progressed, the conversation drifted decidedly away from business and towards me. My Master was totally open about my training and accomplishments. He bragged about my ability to suck a cock deep into my throat and to accept any size cock in my ass.

At that last note, I shuddered. Unfortunately, I also dropped a full snifter of brandy.

"Slut - remove your slave-garb!"

Red-faced, I removed my burlap covering under the gaze of the three male onlookers. I knelt submissively, dressed as a whore, fully exposed, awaiting Master's wrath.

"Get the large butt-plug!"

I quickly got the huge plug and again knelt.

"Put it in your ass!"

Now, doubly humiliated, I inserted the plug in my ass. It took some time, pain and effort, and provided some stimulating entertainment for the men.

"Now, clean up your mess! You'll receive ten strokes with the cane as punishment."

I picked up the glass quickly, then spent some time on my knees dealing with the spilled brandy.

A few minutes later, Master had set up a rope and pulley arrangement in the den, right in the middle of the room.

"Slave!" He called me demandingly, and I knew my punishment was at hand. I approached fearfully and knelt.

"You have failed to please me in your service tonight, embarrassing me in front of my guests. You will therefore be punished in their presence and will serve us all afterward."

As he locked my wristcuffs behind me, I knew I'd be in for a hard time. I knew what he meant by "Servicing", and I assumed I'd have to suck all their cocks, or worse. I also suspected, with my wrists locked behind me, that my restraint for this punishment would be punishing in itself. That suspicion was quickly proved true as he connected the end of the hanging rope to my shackled wrists, and hoisted them up high behind me toward the ceiling.

I gasped in pain at this - he had only bound me like this once or twice, usually when he was quite angry. To make matters worse, he then spread my ankles several feet apart and shackled them to the floor.

I hung in pain. My body swayed slightly, forward and backward, in response. I noticed when my body moved forward, my tits thrust out very provocatively before me, invitingly, enhanced by my arms being drawn back so sharply. When I swayed back, my ass thrust out similarly, and with my legs spread so far apart, my cunt opened up so wide you could look right inside. In fact, my Master, noticing this, removed my butt-plug, so that my ass would add to the wide open display. He presented the plug to my mouth to be cleaned, and I complied. He then presented the cane to my lips to be kissed. Shaking in fear, I did so, then closed my eyes, anticipating the pain to come.

Walking behind me, he explained to his guests, "I would usually gag her for punishment, but you might find her screams entertaining." With that, he swung.

This was my first caning since my initiation, over a month ago. On that occasion, my arms were stretched over my head, leaving my body straight. Now, I was forced to bend over at the hips, stretching the flesh over my ass and thighs. The pain was amazing. I screamed immediately and continuously.

At about the sixth stroke, I found myself promising to do anything to stop the punishment. Master stopped, walked to my front and asked me to repeat what I'd do.

I hesitated in my tears, fearing a trap. I simply said, "Anything."

"But you are a slave. You must always do anything I require of you."

"Yes, Master."

"I would guess that since you would do anything if I stop, you were planning to withhold some service if I did not stop?"

"No, Master."

"Would you like to request more punishment for planning to hold back your services?"

The trap had been sprung. I was caught in it the moment I pleaded for mercy. And I was aware of having been corrected and taught a lesson.

"Please, Master, finish your punishment of this disobedient slave. I offered what was not mine to give. Do with me as you see fit." I hoped it was enough.

"I was planning to give you to Bill and Jack, here, at the conclusion of your punishment. I know Bill enjoys getting his cock sucked, while Jack would relish stuffing his oversized cock up your ass. I would not want them to think of you as a poorly-trained, hesitant slave. So, why don't you offer yourself for their use following your punishment, bound as you are."

He stood waiting for my response, so I humbled myself. "Please, Master Bill, could you fuck my mouth after I'm caned?"

"Of course, my dear. It would be my pleasure."

"And Master Jack, would you please fuck my ass at the same time?"

"Nothing would please me more."

I hung in shame, and in pain. My shoulders were wracked, my ass was still on fire and I was thoroughly humiliated. And I still had four strokes to go.

Master Ivan suggested, "Bill, why don't you begin using her mouth while I finish her caning?"

"Sure!"

Bill brought forth a fair-sized cock and presented it to my face. Submissively, I opened wide and allowed him to fuck my mouth as he desired. My Master resumed his position behind me and delivered another painful stroke of the cane.

Now, I was gagged with a real flesh-and-blood cock. I screamed around it, and found that my contortions and struggles simply drove his cock deeper into my throat. It was clear he enjoyed the sensations immensely and suggested, "That was great! Let her have it again!"

My humiliation reached yet another new plateau. It was clear that my pain directly stimulated Bill's pleasure, and he wanted to increase and continue my pain for that reason.

I survived the rest of the caning and gave Bill a great deal of pleasure in my suffering. Jack, in the meantime, already had his cock out and approached my ass. As I feared, Jack had the largest cock of the three. Naturally, I had to serve him with my smallest opening. While Bill continued to fuck my throat, Jack drove into my ass.

Surprisingly, the pain was nowhere as bad as I feared it would be. I gave silent thanks for Master Ivan's training program.

They played catch with me. Bill would thrust into my mouth, pushing me back towards Jack. Jack, in turn, would counter-thrust into my ass, forcing my throat back onto Bill's cock. Soon, they came together. I had everything I could do to swallow all of Bill's load; Jack simply emptied his cock into my ass. As I cleaned Bill's cock, I could feel Jack's load start to drip down my spread thighs.

Bill withdrew, and I saw Jack and my Master standing there. Master Ivan spoke: "Look at Jack's cock, pig! Do you see what you left all over it?"

"Yes, Master. Please, Master Jack, let me clean your cock with my mouth."

With a smile, Jack plugged his now soiled and limp cock into my mouth. I thought about the rules: "When anything is placed in either of my lower openings, I must clean it with my mouth."

Master Ivan plunged into my pussy. I screamed, in both surprise and sudden pleasure. The humiliation continued: While sucking Jack's shit-soiled cock clean, I was being fucked to a shattering orgasm, clearly displaying my pleasure. My Master came quickly, both to hasten his own pleasure and to deny me some of my own.

Finally, I was released. I was grateful to my Master for lowering my arms slowly; they were quite sore from their severe restraint. I kissed Master's feet and thanked him for both using and punishing me. He patted my head, handcuffed my hands behind me again and reminded me to clean his own cock. I submitted quickly to this relatively mild humiliation; in moments, my lips and tongue removed all traces of my juices from his cock. Only then was I allowed to rest: still naked, handcuffed, kneeling at my Master's feet.

As I knelt, I continued to feel Jack's come trickle out of my ass. And I realized that another wall was forever destroyed: I could be given to anyone at the whim of my Master.

3/4

Diary of slave Dora

I had been warned. Months ago, in his letters, my Master spoke of taking home a lover and having me serve them both.

I was made to prepare a candlelight dinner for two. I assisted Master in cleaning and dressing himself, while I remained naked.

For about a week, Master had been training me in some ballet boots. With spike-heels nearly ten inches long, they left my toes pointing straight down. They were worse than stilts to walk in; keeping my balance seemed impossible. But I learned quickly when Master cuffed my hands behind me and tied a rope to my hair to support me from above. In a few long, painful hours, I learned to walk in the boots, on my toes. The boots were also equipped with locks to insure I could not remove them.

He applied an unusual bra to my tits, one consisting of a simple leather thong. He wound it tightly around one breast, brought it up over my neck, then wrapped it equally tightly around my other tit. It was painful, it caused both breasts to thrust obscenely away from my chest, and it guaranteed that I would keep my head lowered, submissively.

With dinner nearly ready, my hands were cuffed behind me, I was blindfolded and cock-gagged, then locked, standing, into my cage. The cage was covered with a curtain.

A good hour later, I heard my Master return. A laughing, pleasant female voice accompanied him, at which I inwardly groaned. I couldn't hear much of the conversation, but it was clear that she had been told much about me and couldn't wait to see me.

I heard the curtain removed. The girl, whose name I soon discovered was Diane, gasped in wonder at me.

"She's fantastic!" "How can she stand in those boots?" "Doesn't that thong hurt her breasts?" "Does she really enjoy this?" Master Ivan explained all. I remained caged, bound, blindfolded and gagged.

Master served drinks for himself and his lover. As they enjoyed themselves, I heard Master tell her to simply call me "Pig", and to command, use or punish me at will.

They brought me from the cage and removed my blindfold. Seated before me, Diane was a vivacious blond. Her body was similar to mine, but even better proportioned. Her face was exquisite, her hair stunning. They were both already dressed for pleasure, Diane in a leather merry widow with stockings and heels and my Master in his best bathrobe. I noticed, with some trepidation, that Diane already held a cat-o-nine tails. Master replaced my handcuffs with the sirik and ordered me to serve dinner.

In those boots, serving the food was a challenge. I had to move slowly, carefully and precisely. I am proud to say I made it to the third course before spilling a plate off the tray.

Diane laughed, and exclaimed, "Clumsy pig!"

"Perhaps you'd like to try your hand with that cat, say, half a dozen strokes?"

She smiled, caressing the cat sensuously, and said, "I'd love nothing better! Crawl over here, pig!"

I crawled to her on my hands and knees. She stood, catching my head tightly between her thighs. With no warning, she laid the cat hard on my ass. From her position directly above me, the strokes sliced vertically right into my ass-crack and pussy. She was vicious and quickly brought forth my screams, only partially muffled by the gag.

She was quite turned on. Although my face was turned away from her pussy, the air was permeated by the odor of her arousal. My Master had some additional plans for my correction, as he produced some chains.

While Diane continued to hold my head immobile between her vise-like thighs, Master attached the chains between the waist-belt and ankle shackles of the sirik. I was allowed to kneel upright and found that the chains would force me to remain on my knees.

"Great! If she can't walk properly, I suppose she ought to be kept on her knees. I can't wait 'till I get to use her!" Diane was enjoying my humiliation intensely.

I had to clean up the spill on my knees. And I had to crawl on my knees to and from the kitchen with the tray as I finished serving dinner.

After the last of the food was brought out, Master called me to him and replaced my sirik with handcuffs behind my back and attached my ankles together with a short chain. To my dismay, he also put a wide posture collar on me, one which forcibly raised my head and kept me looking straight ahead. It also caused me to pull up sharply on the thong which still painfully gripped my breasts. I could not move my head an inch. The collar had handgrips on either side and a ring in front.

Master Ivan smiled at Diane and said, "As my guest, you get first use of her. Would that suit you?"

"Nothing would please me more than having your arms around me and that pig's face in my cunt!"

The chairs were relatively high. As I was brought to the front of hers, I observed that my chin was even with the surface of the chair. I also noticed an eyebolt right in the middle of the chair's front. As Diane remained seated, Master produced a padlock and used it to connect the ring at the front of my collar to the eyebolt on Diane's chair. The lock snapped shut, and I found myself staring right into Diane's exposed pussy. I could not move forward to service her, nor could I move away. I could not even turn my head to either side. I was forced to remain kneeling and await her pleasure.

"How nice!", Diane exclaimed.

"Would you like to have her gag removed, so she can eat you?"

"Not yet, Ivan. I kind of like this setup. Let's just tease her a bit, and let her see what's coming later."

So I knelt. Cock-gagged, chained on my knees, my face fixed immovably, inches from the cunt which I would be forced to please, and which would later please my Master.

They continued eating dinner, my Master serving the wine. Diane would sometimes slide forward, pushing her pussy against my nose and gagged mouth, squeezing me between her thighs. Sometimes she'd pull back, giving me breathing room and idly masturbate with a finger. Master Ivan would also sometimes caress her, her tits or her cunt, keeping her well-juiced.

At one point, she pushed his hand away from her pussy, exclaiming, "Please, this wine's going right through me; I've got to piss. Where's the toilet?"

"Right in front of you, my dear, chained on her knees. Shall I remove her gag?"

With some difficulty, I was able to look up and see Diane smiling widely, nodding her head, looking down at me. "Yes, Ivan. That would be just fine."

He removed the cock-gag from my mouth. Diane was amused at it, saying, "Isn't that just darling!" She then looked down at me, took a tight handful of my hair, and said, "All right, cocksucker. You're going to be a good toilet-mouth for me, and not spill a drop. Right?"

I was mortified, but unable to protest. Speaking the first words I had been allowed since she arrived, I answered, "Yes, Mistress."

She slid forward, tilting my head back to the right angle as she did so and forced her cunt into my face. She started pissing into my mouth immediately, holding me tight against her by my hair as my Master looked down and watched. I swallowed her piss as rapidly as I could and, luckily, did not spill a drop.

"Now, lick me clean!" I extended my tongue, and licked her cunt, doing my best to read her directions from her pulls on my hair. She would say, "More tongue", "Harder", and eventually, "Suck on my clit!", as she approached orgasm. From the corner of my eye, I could see my Master's hands caressing her tits and his mouth kissing her.

She came in my mouth, and I swallowed a second gift from her, this time, the juice of her pussy. Before releasing her hold on my hair, she made sure I cleaned her a second time with my lips and tongue.

"Well, Ivan, you certainly have a talented pig, here!" Master smiled, and simply said, "Thank you."

Ready for some serious action now, they released me from the chair and brought me to the couch. Reaching under one of the cushions, Master withdrew a short strap, attached to the couch beneath the cushion somewhere, with a ring at its end. The ring was connected to my collar ring with a padlock. As I remained on my knees, he reclined on the couch, his legs to either side of me, his cock about a foot in front of me.

"Diane, why don't you sit on this for awhile, and my tongue-slave can lick your asshole."

She said nothing, but the hunger in her eyes said it all. Right in front of my face, she sat on his cock, imbedding it deeply in her pussy. Before I even had a chance to move, she turned and ordered, "Get your tongue up my ass, pig!" I obeyed.

She pumped up and down on his cock vigorously. On the down-strokes, she completely buried his cock. On the up-strokes, her ass was pushed forcibly into my face as the slack on my collar strap was taken up. She was fucking my face with her ass as she fucked his cock with her pussy.

After a few minutes, she had Master slide down lower on the couch, causing my face to be pulled closer, right into her pussy.

"Get down on it, pig! Lick both of us!"

Now, I was forced to lick both her pussy and my Master's cock as they fucked. My face was soon soaked with their combined juices.

It did not take Diane long to come, but I noticed my Master had still held off. She arose, disengaging from his cock, and slid back, forcing my head back and her pussy into my face.

"Suck me clean!"

I sucked out her juices and swallowed.

They both rose and traded positions. As Master resumed fucking her, from the top this time, I now had to lick his asshole. It was clear that my Master was working rapidly towards his own orgasm, and Diane was following suit.

Again, they shifted down, and Master commanded me, "Suck my balls!" I did so. Soon, they tightened up, and I realized his orgasm was seconds away. Another shift, again bending my head back and pulling painfully on the thong which still bound my tits. Now, my face was buried in her pussy as it was being fucked by my Master's cock. I licked and sucked them both.

They came together, violently. Their combined juices oozed out of her pussy, and I licked up and swallowed what I could; the rest remained on my face.

Master rose, presenting me with his cock to clean. I licked and sucked it dutifully, pleasing him. He backed off, and Diane, with mocking politeness, asked, "Would you please suck your Master's come out of my pussy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She stood over me and, leaving nothing to chance, again used my hair to guide my mouth. As I swallowed my Master's come, the humiliation again took hold. Part of me wanted to be jealous of this woman who competed with me for my Master's attention. Yet, I realized, there was no competition. She was his lover. I was merely his slave.

I was chained to the foot of the bed. My handcuffs were moved to the front. The posture collar and tit-thong were removed, and my hands chained to my regular collar, leaving only enough slack for me to reach my tits.

My chastity belt was locked onto me, and at Diane's suggestion, remote controlled vibrators locked into me beneath it, in both my cunt and ass. Naked, my collar chained to the lower bedpost, I was left for the night.

As the night progressed, they made love frequently. I was not required to service them again, but they made much use of the remote controls for my vibrators. When I least expected it, one or both of them would be turned on. Just moments before I'd reach orgasm, they would suddenly be turned off, leaving me in extreme frustration. It was a long night, and I did not sleep much. My moans and groans gave them much pleasure.

Diane woke me in the morning with her hands in my hair. My collar chain had been removed from the bedpost, and she drew me to my knees. "I just wanted to say goodbye, and thank you for a wonderful time." She then pulled my mouth to her again, and to my surprise, forced me to suck yet another load of my Master's come from her pussy.

A short time later, as Diane left, Master Ivan bid her farewell with a kiss and, to my consternation, they agreed to a repeat performance in the near future. Master came to me, looking non-plussed.

"You're jealous!"

"Of course, Master!" I was near tears.

"Do you fashion yourself a free woman?"

"No, Master."

"Do you dare to feel possessive of me?" .

I hesitated, but said, "No, Master."

He knelt beside me and put an arm around me. "I own you. You are my property, which I can use or abuse any way I like. You cannot be a lover, any more than Diane could be a slave. She, in fact, is jealous of you, because you have earned the privilege of living here with me. Would you prefer to be sent away a free woman, and for Diane to be enslaved here in your place?"

Horrified, I exclaimed, "Please, Master, never free me!"

"I want you to know that Diane begged me to enslave her, and I refused!"

I was shocked, yet greatly appreciative. "I'm sorry, Master."

"Then beg to be punished for impertinence!"

I put my lips to his feet and begged, "Please, Master, punish your impertinent slave."

He removed his leather belt, stood, and gave me one hard, vicious stroke, identical to the vertical strokes Diane had placed in my crotch the preceding night, but with the strength of a man behind it. I screamed, but did nothing more until he replaced the belt.

"Thank you, Master. I love you so much!"

After gently caressing my face with one hand, he removed all my restraints save my handcuffs and collar and brought me into his bed.

We made love. Never was he more proud of me, and never was I more proud to be enslaved by him.

11/10

Diary of slave Dora

It has been over a year since my enslavement. I have no regrets over my actions, except I wish I had the courage to find myself sooner. My life with Master Ivan has found its fulfillment, and I will never willingly leave him.

Things are always exciting--I never know what to expect. He has loaned me to his friends, both male and female, brought me to parties, and somehow always finds a unique way to enforce my enslavement.

Once, I told him I sometimes crocheted. A couple of nights later, he told me we would be going to a party. At noon the day of the party, he walked into the house, tossed me a bag, and said, "Get dressed. We'll be leaving at six. Your party costume is in the bag."

To my surprise, the bag contained only a crochet hook and a couple of skeins of red yarn! Working quickly, I managed to put together a two-piece outfit that would be almost legal on a public beach. But, pressed for time, I had to use large stitches, and my nipples poked through the finished outfit!

Similarly, another time he handed me about two square feet of spandex, a needle and thread and some leather thongs. I only had two hours to come up with something, but it turned out quite well. It revealed most of my ass-cheeks, but fit the curves of my tits beautifully. Master has had me wear it numerous times since.

Once, he took me to a private beach. Naked, I was made to dig a hole with a shovel as he supervised with a whip. My hands were bound behind me with a leather strip. I had to kneel in the hole, and Master filled it in around me, burying me up to my neck. He then blindfolded me and left.

Some minutes later, I heard voices approach. I suspect Master was with them, but I do not know. I felt a cock push at my lips, so I opened my mouth and serviced it. After he came, a well-moistened cunt was forced on me, and I sucked it as well. Both satisfied, they left, and my Master returned shortly after. I never saw them, and Master has refused to identify them for me.

As time has passed, I've sometimes expressed to my Master that I'd like to be permanently marked as his slave. Little did I know how seriously he would respond.

He brought me to a skin salon, one where he was close to the male owner. After some brief but explicit conversation, during which I remained gagged and handcuffed, it was agreed we'd return at closing time.

I was bound naked, spreadeagled, to a work table. A cushion was placed under my ass to raise and open my cunt. As I laid there exposed, he first depilated my armpits. My Master said little, enjoying the display and my occasional pain. He did make one brief comment to me: "Even unclothed, you're not naked enough."

My pussy was next. Rather than totally depilating it, Master requested a small, heart-shaped patch of hair be left at the top of my cunt crack. When finished, it looked even more exposed than if all the hair had been removed.

Following the treatment, Master invited the man to use me, as I lie bound. He thanked my Master graciously and fucked my pussy, after which my gag was removed so I could properly thank him and clean his cock. I was released, handcuffed and brought home.

Two days later, a hairdresser was brought into the dungeon where I was bound. As Master escorted him to me, he explained our daily "Tie". On this occasion, I was in a sort of pillory, this one made of steel strips. The position was the same as a traditional pillory, but Master had the steel one made because it hid less of my body. I was bent at a ninety degree angle from my waist, and my feet were spread wide.

The hairdresser started placing his cloth around my neck, but Master stopped him. "Leave her exposed. She'll have to suffer the falling hair."

I was, appropriately, excluded from the exchange. He asked Master, "How would you like her?"

To my horror, Master simply said, "Shave her head. I want her totally bald."

I was shocked. Even when being humiliated and abused, I was proud of my hair. I started to cry, to protest, but Master just looked at me, wordlessly reminding me of the penalties for disobedience. I took one last look at myself in the mirror.

The process was drawn out. Scissors were used at first, starting at the back and sides, slowly working across my head a little at a time. Eventually, my entire scalp was reduced to stubble half an inch long.

An electric clipper came next. This time, starting from my forehead, working back. Now, the effect was truly shocking. In only a few moments I was effectively bald.

Master affectionately rubbed my head, enjoying the sensation. I was horrified; yet another way had been found to make me even more naked.

The hairdresser reappeared with shaving soap and a straight-razor. I momentarily thought of his razor strop being used on my ass, but obviously there were many such weapons readily available if needed.

My head was lathered and shaved. With the application of some scented aftershave, I began to notice the air currents in the room as they gently passed my head.

I was offered to the man in payment, restrained as I was, but apparently another commitment would prevent him from taking full advantage of me. A time was agreed upon for the following week.

I remained in the pillory for another full hour, getting used to my new face.

Over the next several days, Master was firm on the idea that I would be more permanently marked. He made sure that I kept my head cleanly shaved, and he inspected it regularly. But he said there would be still more to do.

He brought me to a jeweler--a goldsmith, to be more precise. In his back room, I was hung naked by my wrists as they examined my body and discussed its ornamentation. Money was also discussed, as was the time required to prepare some of the work. I was then blindfolded for a while as he cut pieces of copper for a pattern and fitted them to my tits and cunt. The fitting completed, they retired to an adjoining room, leaving me hanging, as they completed their plans and haggled prices. I was released later without knowing their intentions.

About two weeks later, my nipples were pierced. Again, I was in my daily tie. My arms were drawn back behind a horizontal fixed pole and then pulled forward and joined around my waist. My pussy was also thrust forward by another horizontal pole at my ass. My legs, as usual, were spread wide.

A doctor friend of my Master's was escorted in. With no discussion, he used a hypodermic needle with a mild anesthetic to pierce each nipple. Master produced a small box, from which he withdrew two "Barbells": short, straight wires with small, removable balls at the ends. These were thrust through my nipples, and the balls were tightened with a small wrench. I would not be able to remove them.

He did not stop at my nipples. He proceeded to pierce the lips of my cunt. Starting at the top and working down, he pierced each cuntlip seven times. My Master's small box now produced fourteen small rings made of fine gold wire. These were inserted in the holes and, with a small torch, soldered closed. I would not be removing them, either. Money changed hands, and he was promised a date with me when my piercings healed.

Over the next two weeks or so, Master kept my hands constantly restrained in various ways, never able to reach my piercings. Sometimes attached to my collar, or to a waist belt, sometimes spread-eagled, or simply cuffed behind my back. Master would sometimes partially free my hands for housework, but at those times he kept me under constant supervision. Sexually, I would serve him primarily with my mouth, occasionally with my ass, but never with my pussy. If I served him well throughout the day, he would carefully finger me to orgasm before I went to sleep.

Finally, it was decreed that my piercings were fully healed. The jeweler was brought in as I stood bound with my ankles locked in a pillory, spread wide, and my arms extended straight out to either side by simple leather shackles and rope.

Master accompanied him to my side as he began complimenting Master on my beauty, taking particular notice of my piercings and my shaved head and body. They used their hands freely on my breasts and cunt, carefully noticing the effect of my pierced flesh on my overall desirability.

The jeweler opened a box containing his creations and brought out a pair of items clearly intended for my breasts. Made of gold-plated steel, they resembled suns, with rays extending several inches from a circular opening in the center of each.

As he began mounting them, I noticed the openings were precisely the size of my aureoles.

There was a mechanism at the center which clamped onto the ends of the barbells piercing my nipples. By use of a tiny key, they were instantly attached, gently pulling my nipples and aureoles through the center.

The effect was incredible. My entire breast was stretched, not painfully, but in a way that drew attention, both mine and onlookers. Never before had I seen breasts displayed so brazenly, so demanding of the eyes of men and so arousingly to me. The slight pain of the pulled nipple and of the pointed rays of the suns which gently dug into my flesh simply enhanced all the sensations. I became visibly aroused.

My cunt was next. Difficult to describe, there were two bars, each of which passed through the seven rings of each cuntlip. They were connected to each other by a mechanism which, when engaged by the same tiny key, could be positioned in such a way as to either spread my cuntlips wide open, or seal them shut so tightly that not even a determined finger could get through. So far, so good.

With a malicious smile aimed at me, Master asked, "How about the punishment options?" Now, I worried.

The same tiny key was applied to different keyholes on the breastplates. Suddenly, my tits erupted in pain! The jeweler explained that the second keyholes, when turned, caused a ring of fine needles to extend inward, into my aureoles. The effect was variable, with the needles able to penetrate as deeply as half an inch if desired. He informed us that he only turned them half-way in at that moment.

Now, with my tits on fire, I groaned as he reached down toward my cuntal adornment. A quick twist of the key, and my pussy erupted in pain. More needles, this time into the sensitive flesh beneath my labia. With my cuntlips pulled apart, all my flesh was stretched wide open. I begged for mercy.

Master Ivan, accepting the key, reached down to my cunt. He briefly caressed my blatantly exposed clitoris, then inserted the key. To my dismay, he did not relieve the pressure of the needles, but caused the device to seal my cunt closed. Again, I groaned.

"It appears my supposedly well-trained slave is having trouble handling this minor pain. I suppose I'll have to deny her the fucking I had planned for you to give her. Would her mouth be acceptable?"

"Most acceptable, Ivan. Thank you!"

As my Master released my restraints, cuffed my hands behind my back and brought me to my knees, he said, "You'll suffer the pain at least until you properly suck him off, apologize for your inability to enjoy such a minor punishment and thank him properly for his fine creations."

Shuddering with the pain, I addressed the jeweler: "Please, Master, let me thank you for your beautiful work. I'm sorry I did not please you with my inability to enjoy the exquisite pain your creations can deliver. Please, may I suck your cock?"

Had I been less distracted by the pain, I might have done better. Fortunately, my Master chose to accept my self-abasement, and the jeweler made rapid use of my mouth. It took him barely a couple of minutes to pump a fair-sized load down my throat. After a brief thank-you to my Master, he departed.

Master reached again into the box, which I thought was empty. To my surprise, he withdrew some rings which supported a series of bells. Each ring clipped to the metal on my breasts. Now, every shudder or movement caused my breasts to shake and also rang the bells. A pair of metal strips, similarly adorned, were attached to my pussy.

Master Ivan now quickly attached my ankle shackles to some floor rings several feet apart and hoisted my joined wrists high behind me. My tits and cunt were still on fire from the needles, and now my shoulders would add to my pain load.

"Now, slave, I wish to ring your bells!"

With a simple leather thong, doubled in one hand, he whipped my ass for about a dozen mild strokes. But each stroke not only caused the bells to ring, but set off still more pain from my tortured tits and cunt. I screamed on each stroke.

He released me and, mercifully, cut off the pain from the needles with the key. He locked me into my sirik. I dropped to my knees and kissed his feet in gratitude. In spite of the pain, I was still quite aroused. I dropped my hands to my cunt, intending to masturbate if permitted, then realized Master still had my pussy locked shut!

"It appears your new toy has some practical use! Perhaps, when you have caught up with the housework and properly sucked me off, we can work out a price for your own orgasm. Or would you rather I turned the needles back on?"

With a moan of great frustration, I said, "I am your slave, Master. Do with me as you wish." He dismissed me with a wave of his hand, and I quickly set out to clean his house.

The bells rang through most of the evening.

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