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Please Master, More!

By Master Ivan


I was in a sedate pub in the business district when I met her. Just relaxing, I was dressed in black pants, a white Italian shirt and a grey smoking jacket. On a whim, I had hung a handcuff key on a silver chain from my neck and slipped a pair of handcuffs on my belt where they could just barely be seen under the left side of my jacket. Not knowing what my bait might attract, I simply cast it upon the waters.

She introduced herself to me as Mindy. She was an exceedingly well-built blonde; sophisticated, but with a deep burning heat that I knew she wanted to release. She wore a silky white blouse, sheer enough to reveal a fine wisp of a bra which barely contained her generous breasts. She sported some beige dress slacks, conservative ones, but tight enough to outline her secrets in detail. She wore heels, and carried a jacket. I told her my name was Ivan.

The small group which brought us together varied from as few as three to as many as six or eight people at various times. There were no close connections; everyone was casual, but clearly shopping around. Then, at one point, I noticed Mindy staring at my handcuff key. Clearly, she wasn't sure what it was, but she was nevertheless attracted to it. I made a subtle shift in my seat, only inches, but allowed my jacket to open just enough to reveal my handcuffs to her. I did so while looking away from her, but heard her gasp audibly. When I looked back at her, her gaze was locked on the cuffs, and her lips were moist and opened. It appeared my bait was being taken; it was now time to set the hook and reel in the catch.

"Mindy, let's talk privately for a moment. What are you drinking?"

"Uh, just mineral water with a twist."

I ordered for us both, then led her to a secluded table. Once seated, I took the handcuffs and placed them on the table between us. Saying nothing, I looked into her eyes. She continued to stare openly at the cuffs, fearful, yet visibly excited and drawn by feelings she had yet to explore. After a moment, I spoke.

"Fantasy is powerful. Dangerous, but exciting. Sometimes, it can be very profitable to talk about it with relative strangers, but do you have the courage?"

She stared at the cuffs for another few seconds, then looked me in the eye. "Perhaps. I presume you're not a police officer."

I smiled back at her. "If I was, I'd probably have to bring myself in."

She laughed, more relaxed now. "You're right, of course. I have a lot of fantasies, many of which involve handcuffs and the like."

"Have you acted on them?"

She paused, then answered, "Not yet. I guess I'm just waiting for the courage. It's scary--what do you do when the ideas that turn you on the most also scare the shit out of you?"

"You find someone knowledgeable, whom you can trust, and take things one step at a time."

She contemplated that for a moment, as I watched her, her heat rising visibly. This time, I broke the silence.

"Have you ever submitted to a Master, on any level?"

"What do you mean, 'On any level'?"

"It doesn't have to start by being chained naked in a dungeon. Many things can be done, sometimes very discretely, even in public." My challenge was clear, and accepted.

"Show me. Just one example."

"I will give you two commands. Will you obey them both?"

Her face started showing her rising heat. Trembling, she said, "Yes."

"Take a finger and slip it inside your pants. You will penetrate your cunt once, then withdraw it and show me your juice."

With a shudder, she obeyed. I could tell when she inserted the finger within herself, as she practically came on the spot. The finger was visibly covered with her cunt-juice when she presented it, up to the third knuckle. She held it up proudly between our faces, where we both could see and smell her arousal. Before her courage faded, I gave her the second command.

"Now, put the finger in your mouth, and suck it clean!"

Her face turned even redder, and she hesitated for perhaps two seconds, but she obeyed. She plunged the finger completely into her mouth, sucking on it hard as she slowly withdrew it. I could tell she had a highly sensuous mouth, and would be skilled as a cocksucker. I could also tell she was extremely aroused by both the taste of her own juices and the humiliation she was experiencing as she obeyed. And I knew she was equally aware of it all. She withdrew her now-clean finger, swallowed once, then smiled.

"Did I pass the test?"

I smiled back. "With flying colors. Although, I would have to say it was far from a real test. Would you care to go further?"

Now, the challenge contained no built-in limits to guarantee her safety. Still, I implied no specific demands with my question, so her response was totally in her hands.

"Yes. But, what would you propose?"

"Let's spend some time together. I'll proceed in stages, one step at a time. At any time, if things get too heavy, say the word 'Stop', and we'll end the experiment. If you're having a bad time but don't want to bail out altogether, say, 'Please, Master, mercy'. And if you want to move further along, say, 'Please, Master, more!' So long as you don't use your escape clause, I'll maintain complete control and bring you forward, expanding your limits as we go. You'll effectively be in control of the brakes, but I'll control the direction and the speed. Care to try?"

Her arousal continued to build, as her breathing betrayed her growing excitement and her face radiated her heat. "Yes. What do you have in mind for the next phase?"

"First, your obedience. You must agree to follow each and every command I give you, under penalty of punishment, unless you call a halt to it all. If you agree, we'll travel to your place first, with you wearing the the handcuffs. There, we'll talk about the next stages. Do you agree?"

She smiled, and said, "Yes." She then extended her wrists towards me across the table.

"No, slut. Stand, and drape your jacket across your shoulders. Then, bring your wrists together behind your back."

She caught her breath at that, her vulnerability building. She stood, then carried out my commands. Surreptitiously, I moved behind her and forcefully locked her wrists together. I noted her breasts, not covered by the jacket, her erect nipples thrusting out against her shirt. I let her see me looking at them, then discretely caressed one nipple with a finger. She moaned, deep in her arousal, then I said, "Follow me!" She responded with, "I'm all yours!" I turned on her and admonished her with, "When I control you, slut, you will always call me 'Master'! The next time you fail to do so will cost you a spanking!" Fearful now, she said, "Yes, Master!"

She told me her address, and we drove in my car.

On the way, I lectured her on various aspects of being an owned slave, such as deportment, posture, attitude and proper respect. I went into some detail about clothes appropriate to a slave, at which time I also unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, exposing a substantial portion of her breast-meat. Again, her nipples hardened, and I pinched one teasingly. She moaned loudly, desperately aroused, and said, "Oh God, please Master, more!" I responded by reaching inside her shirt and bra, taking a firm grip on her other nipple, and squeezing, hard, until the pain showed on her face. I then unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, exposing what was a truly revealing bra, then returned my hands to the steering wheel. She remained handcuffed and exposed as we drove on.

We parked at her house, and I unlocked her cuffs. I told her, "Slip out of your jacket. And don't close your shirt! As soon as we're inside, you will remove all your clothes except for your heels."

"Yes, Master."

She obeyed implicitly, walking to the door with her breasts thrust out boldly in the broad daylight, covered only by her scant bra. Inside, we faced each other, standing, and she immediately began to strip.

The shirt fell to the floor first. Seconds later, her slacks were off, revealing the tiniest possible transparent panties. As she reached for her bra clasp, I stopped her.

"Wait. First, lace your fingers behind your neck, then turn slowly and show me your body."

She carried out my command gracefully, turning slowly, her elbows well back, her tits thrust out proudly. I could practically see her humiliation passing through her in waves as she exposed herself to me in her own home, and her heat was becoming a physical presence in her front hall. Having finished her turn, she held position, not dropping her arms, as I examined her. I briefly caressed one breast, then drew a finger once through her cunt. I noticed her legs separate, opening for me, and my finger came back wet.

"Continue!"

Her bra dropped to the floor seconds later, exposing the rest of her breasts. Her aureoles were dark, her nipples fully engorged. When her panties were gone, she stood upright, her hands behind her back, and followed me with her eyes as I slowly circled her, examining her nakedness in ever-greater detail.

Again, I handcuffed her wrists behind her back, this time as she stood naked before me.

"Now, slut, lead me to your kitchen!"

I had her show me where to find a beer, and served myself. We then went into the living room, where I sat in the best chair and had her kneel at my feet.

"Shoulders back, head up! Stick out those tits! And spread your knees. Further! Whenever you kneel before me, you will assume this position.

"Yes, Master."

''Now, slut, hold your position while we talk."

"Yes, Master."

I smiled at her, gently now. "So tell me, Mindy. How are you doing so far? Speak freely, for now."

She shut her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath. She then looked back at me, and said, "It's fantastic! I'm hornier than I've been in years, and I want to go a lot further. She then lowered her eyes, and said, "Please Master, more!"

I stood and walked around her again, observing her body. Satisfied at her arousal, I told her, "Lower your face to the floor. Arch your back, and stick your ass up in the air. I'm going to give you a hand spanking, just to see your reactions."

She shuddered again, now in a bit of fear. She bent over, in perfect position, her ass well-presented. Her cunt was visibly open, and I ran a finger through her slit once, sampling her juices. She moaned deep and long, her arousal blatantly obvious. I then knelt at her side, and gave her a powerful slap to one asscheek.

She moaned, in pain now. A second slap to her other cheek produced another moan, but she did not move an inch from her assigned position. I gave her a full dozen, which she endured beautifully. Then I stood, the toes of my boots an inch from her face. She kissed both of my boots, then said, "Oh Master, that was wonderful! Please Master, more!"

I took her into her bedroom. We would be taking walk, in public, but with her wearing only clothes I selected from her wardrobe. I released her cuffs, then began to go through her clothes.

I picked out a tiny g-string panty for her, and a micro-mini skirt. She had a pair of strapped sandals with heels almost six inches high. She put them on without stockings. For her tits, we located a microscopic red halter, barely large enough to cover her aureoles, while supporting her sizable breasts quite provocatively. Over that, a tight sheer white blouse with a single button at its center. It revealed her cleavage at its top and her navel at its bottom, and her halter was clearly visible through the transparent material. As she "Dressed", I watched her closely as she watched herself in the mirror. Her nipples remained hard, and the odor of her arousal was permeating the room.

I took her to a park near the center of town. We walked together, and I talked to her about how a slave should dress.

"Slaves dress, when they are permitted to dress, to please their Master. Their clothes should display their bodies, not cover them. In your case, your halter lifts and separates your tits to present them to your Master, inviting his touch. Your blouse reveals you, attracting the eye to what is beneath it. Your skirt presents your legs and accentuates the lines of both your ass and cunt. Your sandals expose your feet, and their heels affect your walk and posture, emphasizing the erotic nature of your body's movements. You are presented as a slut, the object of a Master's desire, and you invite his use of you."

I sensed her rising heat with every word she heard. Indeed, she was aware of her exposure, and aroused by it. And her arousal showed. I asked her again, "How are you doing, slut?"

She breathed deeply, and said, "Master, if I had a place to get a minute's privacy, I'd masturbate like a maniac! I'm as horny as hell, Master, and I want more!"

I silently considered making her masturbate in public, but my current plans had still more promise.

"Good, cunt. Give me your blouse!"

Now, she did a double-take. Breathing hard, very self-conscious, she removed the blouse and handed it to me, in plain sight of dozens of people in the park. The halter top was legal by a small margin, but it left her breasts exposed almost obscenely.

We walked in silence for awhile, as I enjoyed her reactions to this forced exhibitionism. Sometimes I called her attention to reactions of onlookers--a stare here, a male with a visible erection there. At one point, I noticed her react negatively to one guy who leered openly at her. She sneered back, and crossed her arms over her breasts.

I stopped her, and told her to face the man, who stood some fifty feet away, still leering.

"Now, drop your arms to your sides!"

She obeyed; the guy whistled.

As her flesh reddened with humiliation, I told her, "A slave's body is her Master's property, not her own. She may not conceal it without his permission. It is the Master's responsibility to protect her or expose her, as he sees fit. You still require training in this area--follow me!"

I led her to a nearby spot where a wall crossed the park. It was only about three feet high, and was topped with ornamental ironwork. It was heavily over-grown with vegetation.

"Lean against the wall, slut. Now, reach behind you, and take hold of the iron under the leaves!'' She obeyed, and I walked back to check out the whole picture. I noted that her hands and wrists were hidden behind the greenery, and her upper body was arched, blatantly presented in its exposure. I returned to her, and told her, "You are going to be punished for concealing your tits without permission. Hold position, and obey, or you will be punished much more severely later!"

There was a gap in the wall a short distance away. I walked through it, and quietly moved behind her. I used the handcuffs, attaching her wrists to the iron work behind her back. I heard her gasp as she felt the cuffs, and saw her struggle in them briefly to confirm her helplessness.

Circling around again to her front, I looked her over. She was truly exquisite. Her halter top, little more than two cloth pasties attached with string, stood her large tits out like bullets, with her substantial breast meat visible from all sides. Her micro-skirt was probably no longer than eight or nine inches from top to bottom, exposing nearly her entire legs as well as much of her belly below the navel. And her heat was obvious. Her nipples were blatantly erect, her skin flushed and she glistened with sweat as she stood exposed, actually locked in public bondage.

I moved to her side and told her, "Now, you will learn to submit. Since you resisted the eyes of stranger, you will be punished by being forced to submit to a stranger's touch, as well. Fail to submit properly now, and you'll be whipped on your tits!"

Shaking with both fear and excitement, she answered, "Yes, Master."

I quickly located the man who leered at her earlier, and invited him over to where Mindy was standing. When we arrived, I explained, "She's actually quite a slut, as you can see. She felt guilty about hiding herself from you, and wants to make up for it."

The man looked her body over intently, then looked into her eyes. "You really are a terrific piece you know?"

Now, a real test was upon her. She performed admirably, smiling and saying, "Thank you, Sir. I can tell how much you like to look, so feel free!"

He did, practically drooling. And now, it was time to complete her punishment.

"If you want to let him touch you, as well, I wouldn't mind." My intent look told her it was a command, not a suggestion.

Still smiling, she said, "I'd like that!"

He slipped his hands under the bits of cloth covering her aureoles, and manipulated her nipples, then gripped both full breasts. As Mindy closed her eyes and moaned, he squeezed gently. Her humiliation and arousal were reaching new heights, as I suggested, "She's so horny, she's probably ready to come. Check out her cunt; I'll bet it's soaked!"

He did. Quickly, he disengaged one hand from her breast, and stroked a finger through her slit, covered only by the g-string.

"You're right. It's sopping wet!"

He withdrew the finger as she was nearly ready for orgasm, and returned the hand to her breast. He then gave both tits a hard squeeze, and said, "You're terrific! If I don't stop now, we'll all get arrested!"

He parted company with a quick "Thank you" and an erection that threatened to tear through his pants. I noted, with interest, that one of the tiny cloth triangles barely covering her tits was left slightly out of place, exposing the edge of her aureole. I did not correct it, and took my time walking behind her to unlock her wrists. As we resumed our walk, I asked her, "Are you enjoying yourself, cunt?" Predictably, she responded by closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, and saying, "Please Master, more!"

By now, I was nearly as aroused as she was. The more I accelerated her enslavement, the hotter she got, and the more wanton she was becoming. It was time to put her through some major ordeals, and I wanted to use her fully for my own pleasure, as well. I took her to the car, and headed for my place.

Before driving off, I locked her shirt in the trunk, emphasizing the fact that she would remain exposed throughout the trip. Also, since she was responding well to restraint, I again handcuffed her wrists behind her back. Her skirt was so short, it naturally rose in back as she sat on the hot leather allowing her ass-cheeks to sit directly on the seat. On impulse, I commanded, "Spread your knees, slut!" She obeyed, and I reached for her g-string, ripping it off of her. It was soaking wet. I ordered her, "Now open your mouth!" She opened wide, and I wiped her juices across her face, bathing her in them, before stuffing the small rag in her mouth. "Close!" She closed her mouth, already beginning to respond to the taste and odor of her own juices. I was pleased to see she kept her knees well-spread.

I molested her frequently as I drove, pinching a nipple, stroking her clit, often having her suck her juice off my fingers. She obeyed perfectly, her arousal growing with every minute that passed. Several times, we stopped at red lights, and she was seen in her near-exposure by the pedestrians on the street. She sometimes struggled in her cuffs, or reddened in her humiliation, but always ended with a moan, expressing her building heat. When we finally parked in my garage and I stripped off her remaining clothes, the seat had a puddle of her juice on it. Naturally, I made her lick it off the leather, guiding her mouth with a firm grip on her hair. I locked a collar around her neck, added a leash, then led her into the house.

With her kneeling, naked and cuffed on the hardwood floor of my den, I circled her, debating the possibilities. "You certainly are a wanton slut, Mindy. It would seem you desire a good fucking, or perhaps a full-fledged slave rape."

Again, with a moan of arousal, she answered, "Oh yes, Master!"

"However, while being a slut is a fine attribute in a slave, as it helps to arouse a Master, being as wanton as you are often places demands on a Master for service, ignoring her true function, that of servicing him!"

She lowered her eyes, knowing I was correct.

"lt's true, Master."

"For this, you will he punished. I've decided to make it a punishment that will help train you as well."

I went to a nearby storage chest containing some equipment. I pulled out a pair of ballet boots for her, with ten-inch heels and built-in locks. Also, I located a butt-plug chastity belt and a leather thong.

The chastity belt came first. I had her lower her face and tits to the floor to give me access to her ass, then lubricated the plug by inserting it once, fully, in her cunt. The plug was naturally shaped barely an inch in diameter and a modest six inches long. She moaned deeply as her cunt was penetrated, then again as I thrust it home in her ass. As l locked the belt tightly in place, securing the plug in position and sealing off her cunt from all pleasure, she continued to moan, knowing herself denied.

I rolled her onto her back, with her wrists still locked behind her, then put the boots on her feet. While she had some knowledge of the chastity belt and its functions, she knew nothing about the ballet boots. As I tightened them, she was shocked to find the front of each of her legs forming a straight line from her knees to the tips of her toes. Her face wordlessly questioned how she could walk in them. I smiled back and fastened the locks in place.

I gathered her hair into a pony tail at the top her head, then began braiding the thong into it. I made sure it was tight throughout, causing her some moderate discomfort. Finally, I brought her back to her knees.

I lowered a rope from a ceiling pulley directly above her. I attached her hair thong to it as she watched, alarmed. Standing to one side, I took up the slack in the rope, allowing it to pull gently upwards on her hair. "Now, cunt, stand up!"

She looked back, desperate, fearful of punishment.

"H-how, Master?" I noted with amusement that she spoke well around her wet g-string which she obediently kept in her mouth.

"I have no doubt you will find a way, as have others before you." I then pulled up on her rope.

She grimaced in pain, then got one foot on the floor. Slowly, fearfully, she rose, soon getting the second foot in place. I quickly tied off the rope. She often leaned on the rope, painfully pulling on her hair as she teetered uncertainly on her toes. Finally, after a minute or two of struggling, she found her center of gravity and managed to stabilize herself. Now, it was time to increase her suffering.

I lowered another rope behind her and knotted it to the links joining her handcuffs. As she realized things were going to get still worse, she cried, "Master, please!"

"But slut, you're being prepared for a punishment. Your ass can't be properly whipped with your hands in the way, can it?"

She looked back horrified, realizing what was in store. Then, almost like a cloud passing, her expression changed to one of resignation. I noted her nipples getting even more erect and her knees parting somewhat as she said, "No, Master."

I hoisted up her wrists until they reached almost the level of her upper back. Her face registered the renewed agony as her torture was now divided between her shoulders and her scalp. Now, the pain would be constant, and I was also pleased at the forced thrusting of her breasts. I considered an additional torture for her, one which would complete the picture exquisitely, but wasn't sure of her ability to tolerate it.

"So, cunt. Are you enjoying your enslavement so far?"

Still in visible pain, she said, "Y-yes Master."

"You realize, you're going to stand as you are for at least fifteen minutes, then be whipped." I held the cat in her view so there would be no mistaking my intentions.

"Oh, Master, it hurts so much, but it's turning me on more than I can believe! Please Master, more!"

I clamped her nipples. As she groaned with the new pain, I then hung the whip from the connecting chain, pulling the clamps down several inches. Her cries of pain were beautiful to my ears, as was the glisten of the sweat on her body to my eyes. With the torture of her arms hoisted behind her, and her head pulled up by her hair, both the posture and pain added to the picture, making her a sight to behold. The ballet boots, with their ten-inch heels and severe arch, made the lines of her ass even more exciting, inviting the whip. I poured myself a cold drink, took a seat in front of her, and enjoyed her suffering.

I gave her over twenty minutes, then abruptly rose and took the cat which still hung from her clamped nipples. Her groans of renewed pain were pleasing to hear, and I knew the time she spent in her punitive bondage would make her more vulnerable to the whip.

I stood behind her and swung. The pain was a surprise to her, as she underestimated the power of the whip. She screamed, and her hips shot forward, in an obscene thrust from her chastity-belted cunt. This, in turn, increased the pain in her wracked shoulders, and caused her to quickly pull her ass back towards me. As the echo of response continued, her motion pulled harder on her hair, still suspended from the overhead rope, which then caused her back to arch, thrusting out her clamped tits. Her agony was like poetry in motion and continued for a full two dozen strokes.

Finished, I walked in front of her and looked at her, her face now streaked with tears. She opened her eyes, looked back at me, and said, "Th-thank you, Master!"

I pulled the g-string out of her mouth, its juices long since gone. "You appear to be enduring your enslavement well enough, so far."

"I don't understand it yet, Master, but I don't want it to end."

"It won't, cunt. You're going to hang for another full hour, then you're going to suck my cock to orgasm. As a slut in training, you will be denied orgasm for at least twenty-four hours, and you'll sleep naked, chained to the foot of my bed."

I saw her shudder in the anticipation of more to come in her ordeal, then noticed her tell-tale breathing indicating another increase in her arousal. She summed it up simply, in three words: "Please Master, more!"

I rehung the cat from the chain on her nipple clamps. Now, as the agony in her nipples increased with the passing of time, she cried out with the renewed pain. Returning to my storage chest, I picked out a cock-gag. Showing it to her, I said, "Just a reminder of what you'll be doing when your current punishment ends." I strapped it into her mouth and resumed my seat.

Often, at a time like this, when a new slave is undergoing an ordeal, the constant attention, even if it comes in the form of torture or punishment, can come across like a patronizing service, performed for the slave rather than the Master. So, it was important at this juncture to seemingly ignore her for awhile, occupying myself with other matters while she suffered.

Turning on the TV, I tuned in a news program, then went to the kitchen to get a snack. Returning to my chair, I simply relaxed. Periodically, Mindy would shift in her bonds and moan deeply in her pain and arousal. The odor of her juices filled the room, and I could see the moisture where it trickled out around the edges of her chastity belt.

I gave her thirty minutes, then came to her. I slowly removed her gag, noting that she kissed and licked it affectionately as it left her mouth. I briefly lifted the whip hanging from the chain of her tit clamps, then replaced it. She moaned beautifully with the renewed pain, increasing my own arousal.

I checked out her restraint. Her lower legs shook a bit in the severe arch of the ballet boots; I knew they would already be a significant source of pain. Her ass had welted beautifully under the whip, with neat red lines in a pattern I found aesthetically pleasing. I ran my fingernails over her welts, causing her to moan still more, her ass involuntarily clenching on the plug still buried within her.

Her shoulders, like her legs, shook slightly with the strain from her wrists being raised so high behind her. Her head, pulled up and back by her hair, showed the strain. And her clamped nipples, still drawn down by the weight of the whip, were clearly in pain. Her body glistened with sweat, and she was a beautiful sight for a Master to behold.

Her clamps had been on for almost an hour already. It was nearly time for them to come off. No sooner had the thought occurred to me, when the phone rang.

A slave in punishment is a minor concern to a Master. She could suffer the clamps a few more minutes while I spoke on the phone.

"Hello?"

"Master, it's your slave, Cleo. You commanded me to call you when I had a night available this week."

Cleo was a gorgeous, full-bodied black girl, in her upper twenties, with a fearful tolerance for pain, humiliation, restraint and general abuse. Actually, she had an insatiable hunger for all these things. She would make an excellent example with which to train Mindy.

"Are you naked and kneeling, as ordered?"

"Uh, no Master."

"What are you wearing?"

"Master, I'm wearing a transparent tube top and a pair of hot pants. You've approved them both for my street wear."

"Get out your nipple clamps, slut. The ones with the four-ounce weights!" I had trained her to be a phone-slave, as well, and had given her a vicious set of clamps with attached weights. Even after I had pierced her nipples, she still enjoyed the clamps.

"I have them, Master."

"Now strip, cunt! Kneel, put on the clamps, then lace your fingers behind your neck!"

I had put on my speaker phone, as she had. A few seconds later, Mindy and I both heard her cries of pain as the clamps went on, followed by her regular moans.

"Two items of clothing against my orders--you'll do ten minutes!"

She moaned, "Yes, Master." I returned my attention to Mindy.

"Cleo has been a slave of mine for several months. Still, she has not learned to obey me. Listen, and learn. Perhaps you may even meet her tonight!"

She just moaned, continuing to suffer.

I relaxed awhile, enjoying both girls' moaning; one in the room with me, the other through the speaker phone. I contemplated Cleo's progress, and decided to put her through an obedience test. "Cleo!"

"Y-yes, Master?"

"When you are released from punishment, you will put on a minidress. It will be the most exposing one you have, and I will measure it when you arrive here. For every inch between the bottom of the neckline and the skirt's hem, you will receive one stroke of the cane.

''You will also wear your opera pumps with the six inch heels and locking ankle straps. Use two of the small, opened padlocks from the bag I gave you to fasten them. You should already be wearing your locking dog collar.

"When you remove your nipple clamps, immediately hang them from your cuntlips. Do not remove them until you arrive here and get my permission to do so. Do you understand all I've told you so far?"

Shuddering, she answered, "Y-yes, Master."

"Finally, you will make a stop on the way. Go to the combat zone, and buy a large, naturally-shaped butt plug. You will insert it in the store, and walk here with it in place. Do not fail, cunt, or your punishment will make this exercise look mild by comparison!"

"I-I'll do it all for you, Master."

I checked my watch. "Remove your clamps, cunt, and be here in an hour!"

I heard her moans, then her screams as she transferred the severe, weighted clamps from her nipples to her cuntlips. I hung up the phone without any further words, then called the store in the zone. I told the manager to watch for her, and to call me if she fell short in any way in obeying my commands.

Returning to Mindy, I noted her face as she reacted to my commands to Cleo. "You know, the clamps hurt the most when they are removed."

"Master, I've never felt them before today. They hurt terribly now, Master, but I will endure them as long as you wish."

"Yes, slut, you will. In fact, you'll he punished if you fail to obey in anything I wish of you."

"Yes, Master."

"I think you might enjoy a taste of the clamps on your own cuntlips!"

"Please Master, more!"

I took the whip from the chain again, then removed the clamps. Her scream as I removed each one was loud and intense, appropriate to the heavy pain she endured. I removed her chastity belt, but replaced its plug with another butt plug. She moaned deeply as I inserted it, and again as I manipulated her cuntlips, searching for the most sensitive anchor-point for the clamps. She had to spread her legs somewhat to give me access, and I noted her body lowering an inch as she did so, pulling against both her hair-thong and her wrists, still raised high behind her. She screamed again as I attached the clamps to her labia, then moaned continuously.

"Remember, cunt. The slut Cleo will be walking for the better part of an hour as she wears the same clamps on her own cuntlips." I then took the whip, and slowly stroked its handle through the entire length of Mindy's crotch, from her plugged ass, through her flooded cunt and finally past her exposed clitoris. The clamps opened her labia completely, to the air, to my eyes and to my touch. She moaned deeper than ever as I stroked her, her eyes closed. She opened her eyes to find the whip handle at her mouth. "Open, slut!" She sucked the whip handle clean, continuing to moan.

I lowered her wrists first, slowly, massaging her shoulders. She soon understood that I took good care of my property, punishing severely, but always careful to avoid injury.

Her hair rope was lowered next, as I supported her body on its ballet boots. I was soon surprised to see she was able to stand in the severe boots without my help. I had her kneel, then attached a leash to her collar and made her crawl on her knees to my chair. I was amused to see the clamps swing freely from her labia, well aware of the pain they caused. I sat in my chair, her face inches from my crotch. With my whip still at hand, I withdrew my erect cock, then spoke to her.

"Now, slave, you will suck me off. My cock will remain in your mouth until the slave Cleo arrives. You will keep me erect, but not bring me to orgasm until then. Begin!"

She appeared ready to pounce on my cock with her mouth, but I gave her a demanding tug on the leash as I spoke the last word. She resisted ever so slightly in response, reflexively allowing herself to feel "Forced" into the act, as I knew she'd appreciate.

She opened well to me, her lips firm, her teeth held well back, her tongue active. In less than a minute, her throat opened to me as well, with no hint of gagging. She was a pleasant surprise: skilled, sensitive, well-adapted to her assigned task. I knew her mouth would be a pleasure for me to use in the future, and I was equally sure she was in her ultimate slave-heaven as I fucked her throat. I knew the clamps hanging from her cuntlips would torture her continuously as they swung with every stroke of her mouth on my cock. Nevertheless, she obeyed totally, for nearly an hour, until the doorbell rang.

I left Mindy on her knees and let Cleo in. I approved of her dress: it exposed most of her thighs, was cut down to her navel in front and was sheer enough to reveal her pubic hair in the right light. When I did my measurement, I found it to be only twelve inches from neckline to hem.

"Strip!"

Her dress fell to the floor in seconds, leaving her dressed only in the collar and six-inch heels, all locked on. I had her turn and bend over and inspected her clamps and butt-plug. Yes, the plug was a large one. And the state of her labia confirmed her obedience with the clamps.

I placed her in semi-suspension, wrists overhead with her ankles spread to the maximum. I then brought Mindy over and had her kneel directly in front of Cleo.

"Watch, Mindy, as an experienced cunt is punished!"

I brought out the cane. I spaced the twelve strokes well on Cleo's ass, welting her with them all. I noticed Mindy's eyes, also, staring with fascination at Cleo's exposed cunt. Immediately after the punishment, Cleo uttered, ''Thank you, Master, for punishing your slave."

I moved Mindy back a bit, then stood before her.

"Now, slut, finish the job you started!"

Again, Mindy's throat opened to my cock. Having been at a peak of arousal myself for some time, it didn't take me long to fill her mouth and cover her face with a sizable load. It pleased me to see the slut struggle in her cuffs as she struggled equally hard to get as much of my cock as possible down her throat. She displayed her humiliation as her cum-streaked face reddened, knowing Cleo watched her entire performance.

I brought Mindy to her feet briefly, then commanded Cleo to lick the come off her face. I then replaced Mindy on her knees, her face inches from the hanging slave's cunt.

I moved the clamps on both girls, using them to connect Mindy's nipples to Cleo's cuntlips. As both girls moaned with the renewed pain, I then said, "Mindy, you and Cleo will remain clamped together until you suck her to orgasm!" I then returned to my chair.

I knew Mindy had never had a lesbian experience. She shuddered in humiliation, and was unsure of how to begin. Still, motivated by the renewed pain in her nipples, she soon began using her tongue.

The black slave quickly began to moan, now in pleasure-pain, as Mindy used the experience of her own cunt to learn how to pleasure another woman. Twenty minutes later, Cleo cried out in orgasm, and Mindy's face was again bathed in juice.

I removed the clamps. Then, to the dismay of both girls, I replaced Mindy's chastity belt, and locked another one onto Cleo's cunt as well. Both asses were plugged, and soon the two knelt at the foot of my bed in identical restraint. As I dressed for bed, Cleo hung her head in resignation. With Mindy, however, her frustration and denial finally burst to the surface.

"Master, please, mercy!"

I looked down at her. "Yes, my slut?"

She was unsure how to express herself, but her denied arousal found a way. "Please, Master, your slave is in need!"

"Yes, she is."

"Am I truly to be denied pleasure all night?"

"Of course, slut. And all day tomorrow, as well, at the very least. Does a newly enslaved cunt, untrained, undisciplined, not yet even subjected to her initiatory caning, expect to earn the right to pleasure with such a short, mild ordeal as you've tasted today? Perhaps you should be denied a week..."

At that, she cried out, "Oh Master, please...”

"You are a wanton slut. Perhaps I can adjust my plans for your overnight restraint to teach you some patience..."

I cock-gagged them both. At the foot of my bed, I joined each girl's ankles, locking them to the base of the bedposts, one girl on each side, by a foot of chain. I then connected each of their collars to the chastity belt of the other girl. This held them in a soixante-neuf, each cock-gagged mouth a mere inch from the other girl's chastity-belted cunt. I knew that as they struggled, each would pull on the belt of the other girl, forcing her butt-plug deeper in her ass. Their juices would flow all night, and the odors they would be forced to breathe would grow stronger as they suffered. By morning, both slaves would be willing to undergo anything to earn a pleasure. And Cleo, more experienced and able to endure much more abuse, would indeed earn her pleasure, setting a good example for the untrained Mindy.

For Mindy, however, her fate was sealed. She would suffer in denial the full twenty-four hours while serving at my pleasure. I knew she would endure well, and she indeed confirmed it the following morning when I removed the cock-gag that had filled her mouth and unchained her collar from the other slave's chastity belt, where she had also breathed the other girl's scent all night.

The first words out of the mouth of Mindy, my newest wanton slut, were, "Please Master, more!"


Master Ivan
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