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FIONA’S SLAVE

by Master Ivan


Fiona and Bridget had been lovers for nearly two years. Both professionals, they lived comfortably in a large house near the edge of town. In public, they were respectable, well-dressed and attractive beyond belief. Fiona was black, tall, big-boned, with a figure that would turn heads even in the dark. Bridget was white, blonde, petite, a bit under average height, but still possessing a body that would revive a dead man.

As lovers, they were both total hedonists. Anything that would bring them pleasure was fair game, so long as it did no damage, did not include drugs or alcohol, was done by mutual consent, and did not require the presence of a male. Some nights, one would spend the entire time pleasing the other, with massage, music, food and sexual paradise. They would periodically play the roles of Queen and consort, never demanding reciprocation.

When Bridget was the recipient of such pleasures, Fiona would be a tigress, practically raping her with hands, mouth, even the many toys they had available. When the roles were reversed, as was more often the case, Bridget would serve Fiona with impassioned devotion, spending most of the night on her knees, serving with lips and tongue. The pattern in development was clear, yet there was an unspoken reluctance on both their parts to move too far along this path. It carried a potential for pleasure so powerful, even they might not be able to survive it. Until…

They were making love one night. Engaged in a passionate soixante-neuf, they wrestled periodically for the dominant position. Fiona easily overpowered Bridget whenever she wished with her superior size and strength, but still enjoyed the bottom on occasion. At one point, Bridget’s arms became pinned under Fiona’s knees as they both neared orgasm.

“Oh, God, Fiona, I’m gonna come!”

As she struggled, Fiona pressed her cunt hard into Bridget’s face. “Not yet! Finish me off!”

The struggle continued, the passion building ever higher. Now, their own internal emotional drives began taking control, bypassing the considerations they usually showed each other. As Bridget continued to struggle, Fiona leaned back, grinding even harder onto Bridget’s mouth, while withdrawing her own mouth from the blonde’s hungry pussy. Reaching behind her, she took a hard grip in Bridget’s hair, pulling her still deeper into her cunt.

Fiona came, explosively, flooding Bridget’s mouth as she pulled even harder on her hair. Finally, sated, she dove back into Bridget’s cunt, bringing her off in seconds. Their screams of pleasure were loud enough to be heard on the street, and it took a fair time for them both to recover, all spent with Fiona lying on top of Bridget, her cunt still resting on the girl’s mouth.

Later, they laid side by side, their heads still at opposite ends of the bed. Bridget still moaned in pleasure, as Fiona caressed her thigh with one hand.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you, darling.”

Bridget smiled back. “You did, just a bit. And that was the best part!”

Fiona was surprised, and concerned. Still smiling, she said, “It turned me on too, you know. Like a firecracker! But I wouldn’t want to go too far. I don’t know if I’d be able to stop.”

They both felt the renewed passion that the ideas kindled in them. Their caresses intensified, until Bridget said, “Fiona, did you like taking me the way you did?”

She breathed deeply, and said, “You wouldn’t believe how much…”

“Then do it again!”

“What?”

“Take me by the hair. Force me. Don’t even think about doing me back. Use me for your pleasure.”

Fiona smiled back at her, with eyes of fire. “That’s dangerous, dear.”

Bridget’s smile continued. “I know. And I’m beginning to love it! And you want it too. But I’m not going to do a thing until you force me to!”

She smiled defiantly, until Fiona finally succombed to the temptation. She took Bridget’s hair in both hands, and dragged her face back to her cunt.

This time, there was no pretense of balance. As requested, Fiona used Bridget’s mouth brutally for some twenty minutes, until she again exploded in orgasm. Fiona was left in ecstasy, while Bridget moaned in arousal. Bridget’s hands quickly drifted toward her own wet pussy, then stopped.

“Fiona—tie my hands!”

“What?!”

“I’m ready to come with a touch, but the torture is even better! Use the sash from your robe, and tie my wrists behind my back. Then, sit on my face.”

Fiona was game. She quickly bound Bridget’s wrists, whereupon their arousal again skyrocketed into uncharted territory. Smiling, she warned, “Y’know, Bridget, you have no idea how far this might go. And neither do I. But for now, …”

Rolling her over face-up again on the bed, she stared into the girl’s eyes for a second. She paused there, then took her left nipple in her fingers, caressing it gently. “I could do anything I want to you, now.” She then squeezed the nipple, slowly increasing the pressure until Bridget’s face reflected the pain and fear she now felt. Fiona held the nipple hard for several long seconds, then released it.

Bridget moaned deeply, lost in her heat. Then, she looked back at Fiona, with fire in her eyes. “Do it! Anything you want!”

She mounted Bridget’s face. Again, reaching behind her to use the blonde’s hair as a leash, she ground her cunt into her mouth, brutally and forcefully, unmindful of the discomfort it caused. She now had Bridget’s entire body in front of her, undulating in its need, open, inviting, denied. Fiona made much use of Bridget’s nipples, pinching them frequently, as well as teasing the girl’s cunt with an occasional finger stroke or a pull on her pubic hair.

Fiona came some dozen times over the next hour. Bridget suffered, a willing victim, more aroused than she’d been in ages. Finally, Fiona used her left hand to bring off her now-quivering lover, while continuing to attack her nipples with her right hand. Bridget came explosively, her screams muffled by Fiona’s cunt which still forced itself onto her mouth.

This time, as they recovered, Bridget’s hands remained bound. She nuzzled her cheek gently against Fiona’s thigh, affectionately, not seeking release.

“You know, Bridget, I don’t think I want to untie you. I’m getting a pretty fair number of ideas on what I could do to you, and what you could do to entertain me. Are you still game?”

She leaned a bit further over and kissed Fiona gently, right on her cunt. “I’m yours. You can do anything you want to me, or command me to do anything you’d like. No limits.”

Fiona leaned over and kissed Bridget on the mouth, savoring the tastes which remained there. ‘’Alright, darling. I’m definitely becoming addicted to this, very rapidly. I’m going to tie you to the bed and use you all night. We’ll talk again in the morning, and if you’re still game, we may make this a permanent arrangement.”

Leaving Bridget bound, Fiona left the room. Minutes later, she returned with a supply of rope. Wordlessly, she spread Bridget’s ankles wide and bound them to the posts at the foot of their queen-sized bed. Only then did she free her wrists, to bind them to the head-posts. “I hope you’re comfortable. You’ll be spending the night bound as you are.”

Bridget pulled hard against her restraints, testing them. She had little or no slack to play with, and the ropes didn’t give an inch. She then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring her helplessness. Smiling, glowing in her still-denied arousal, she said, “I’m quite comfortable, thank you. In fact, if I wasn’t so horny, I might fall asleep. Of course, if you wanted to make me uncomfortable, I’d be helpless to resist.”

Fiona used her well that night. Teasing, caressing, pinching and probing every inch of Bridget’s body, she rode the girl’s face frequently through the long night and did not allow her another orgasm until the morning.

Bridget was freed, finally, after starting her day servicing Fiona’s cunt again with her tongue. Fiona returned the favor, then released the ropes, and they both arose.

“Tell me, Bridget—are you enjoying yourself?”

Bridget ran one finger through her slit, moaned with the pleasure, then said, “More than you can imagine.”

“You realize, of course, that if we continue, you’re going to be bound regularly, punished frequently, denied pleasure much of the time, and you’ll soon be completely under my control.”

Again, she sighed with arousal. “Of course.”

“There will be times you’ll be tortured, whipped, far beyond the point of pleasure.”

“Naturally. That makes the fear real. That’s why the helplessness is so arousing.”

“And I’ll sometimes work you like a dog, under the whip, usually naked, doing mundane chores while I relax and enjoy, interrupting you only when I need your mouth.”

Bridget’s finger again found her own cunt. She stroked herself just once, and came, explosively.

They both laughed for a second. Bridget commented, “Does that answer your question?” Again, they laughed, then they embraced. Finally, Fiona said, “Alright, slut. You’re going to become my full-time, live-in slave. First, get me my black chiffon robe and my boots from the closet!”

She found the items. Then, at Fiona’s command, knelt and helped her to put on the boots. Fiona then pulled her face to her once more for some brief service.

Moments later, she stood over the kneeling, naked Bridget and said, “In the attic, there is a large footlocker. You have never seen its contents, but you will today. By the time this day is over, you may wish you never had. You will now go up to the attic and bring it down, alone. You will move it against the far wall of the bedroom here, then I will show you some of what is inside it.”

The naked Bridget made her way to the attic, with Fiona watching closely. She located the heavy footlocker and slowly dragged it across the floor to the stairs. As she did so, Fiona watched with pleasure as she strained against the weight in the hot attic. Several times, Fiona moved closer, caressing her at will.

The stairs were a challenge, but she made it down without incident. Soon, the now-sweating Bridget had the thing moved into its place.

“Kneel! There, in the middle of the floor!”

Bridget knelt as commanded. Almost unconsciously, she spread her knees far apart and crossed her unbound wrists behind her back in the classic position of the submissive slave. Fiona opened the footlocker and withdrew a pair of metal handcuffs. She locked Bridget’s wrists in position behind her back, then began.

“For years before we met, I had had numerous lovers, as I told you before. What I did not tell you was that most of them were into Bondage. Some were dominant, most were submissive. But all had limits that required special care to observe. I found that their limitations were too restrictive, and I dropped them all one by one. I had sought a girl who was strong enough to take it, but they were all too weak.

“When we got together, I fell in love with you quickly. I didn’t want to lose you, so I buried all my old ways, along with the toys, in deep storage. I wanted to protect you, and us.

“Now, it seems you desire no such protection. You appear more ready than any of them to submit fully, on any terms I name. You want to be bound, trained, used, punished, even owned. So I will give you all you want, beyond your wildest dreams.

“First, though, I will give you one last chance. Ask, and I will free you, lock the trunk again and be done with it. Alternatively, you may address me as ‘Mistress’, and beg to be trained.”

Bridget struggled briefly against the handcuffs, then moaned deeply in arousal. She then crawled to Fiona’s feet and kissed the toes of her boots. “Please Mistress, accept me as your slave and train me in any way you’d like.”

Fiona smiled. This would be a moment to relish in her memory. And she wanted her slave to remember it as well. She went to her footlocker and removed a pair of nipple clamps. She stood before Bridget and showed them to her. The slave shuddered, anticipating the pain, but nevertheless thrust out her breasts, inviting the torture.

The clamps were applied. Bridget inhaled sharply with the pain as the first one bit into her left nipple, then once more as her right nipple began its torture. Again, she struggled briefly with the handcuffs, confirming her utter helplessness, then surrendered to the pain.

Fiona went to the footlocker once more, withdrawing a cat-o-nine tails. “Now, slut, you will suck my cunt to orgasm again. This time, I’ll be timing you. For each minute you take to get me off, you’ll get one stroke of the cat. The clock starts now.”

Bridget moaned, deep now in her slave heat. Quickly, she extended her tongue and began her humiliation again, this time under torture. She served as skillfully as ever, but nevertheless took a full fifteen minutes to bring Fiona to orgasm.

Finished, Fiona backed up a step. “Now rise, cunt, and spread your legs wide!” As she did so, Fiona retrieved some weights from the trunk and added them to Bridget’s nipple clamps.

“Bend over!” Bridget bent her back almost parallel to the floor, her weighted clamps now swinging freely, increasing her torture.

“Now, beg me for punishment!’’

Bridget breathed deeply once, already in pain, and begged, “Please Mistress, whip your slave!”

Fiona swung, hard. She placed the stroke across the center of both the girl’s asscheeks, raising a vivid red welt. Bridget cried out in new pain, with a loud moan, almost a scream. More strokes fell, each one bringing another cry. All the while, the weights continued to swing from her clamped nipples, sustaining her pain. Somehow, she held her position.

After the last stroke, Fiona embraced her from behind. They both went down to the floor, with Fiona caressing Bridget’s welted ass with fingers and tongue. For some minutes they remained, Mistress and punished slave, experiencing the paradox of love and pain, with Bridget still clamped and handcuffed.

Finally, Fiona rose and removed the clamps. Bridget knelt, naked and cuffed, to await her next fate.

Walking back to the chest, Fiona took out a wide, thick leather collar. She buckled it around Bridget’s neck and locked it. Returning again, she next withdrew a plastic bag containing dozens of eyebolts.

“To attach you with, slut. I want to be able to fasten you securely anywhere in the house without delay.”

For the next hour, they went through the entire place, mounting eyebolts everywhere.

She had Bridget cook a lunch for both of them. As it cooked, Fiona again went to the trunk and retrieved some special footwear for her new slave.

“They’re in your size; they should fit perfectly.” Bridget smiled as she saw them. They were strapped sandals with towering six-inch heels. The ankle straps were lockable, and they were equipped with two rings at each ankle and one more over the toe. Responding to Bridget’s unspoken curiosity, Fiona explained, “Simple ankle shackles are enough to merely spread the legs of a slut. But the toe rings do much more. They cause the toes to extend themselves, rotating the entire leg outward, opening the slave in a much more revealing way.” She snapped the padlocks shut.

Bridget served Fiona her lunch, then waited, kneeling, for permission to eat. Fiona sampled the food, and said, “Acceptable, for the most part. But my eggs are slightly overdone. Rise, show me your ass, spread your legs wide and touch your toes!” Bridget obeyed, and a second later received a vicious upstroke from Fiona’s cat, directly on her cunt. “Now, you may kneel on the floor at my feet and eat your lunch.”

She watched her slave, then had another thought. “No, even on your knees you look too dignified.” She relocked her hands behind her back, then commanded, “Now, eat! Like a dog!” Bridget obeyed.

After lunch, Fiona smoked while Bridget cleaned the kitchen. Working naked except for her collar and the sandals, all locked upon her, Bridget was constantly aroused, feeling the eyes of her Mistress upon her at every step. She was aware of her body beyond her nudity as well, as her high heels forced her to walk in a way that displayed her provocatively.

When the kitchen was cleaned to Fiona’s satisfaction, Bridget was put to work on the rest of the house. Floors, rugs, furniture and appliances, windows and curtains, right down to the bathroom sink, tub and toilet, she was made to clean it all while naked, under the whip. Fiona did not spare the whip, correcting her slave at the slightest imperfection in her performance and summoned her frequently to serve her pleasure.

Fiona brought her to the living room. Again, Bridget’s wrists were locked behind her back, then she was made to kneel beside Fiona’s armchair. Her collar was locked to one of the chair’s arms, allowing her only an inch of slack. A leather blindfold came next.

“Alright, Bridget, I have to go out for awhile. I won’t need you, so you can kneel here and stay out of trouble.”

Bridget, now robbed of her sight, was slightly afraid. She was highly aroused, ready to beg for her Mistress’ touch. Now, it appeared she would be further denied, and worse, left chained on her knees, naked and available. “Yes, Mistress.”

Fiona dressed quickly and simply, in a provocative wrap-around dress, with no underwear. She then returned to her naked, chained slave, and wordlessly pulled the girl’s face into her cunt.

Moaning deeply in her arousal, Bridget served with lips and tongue, bringing Fiona to yet another orgasm. Fiona then swung her cat once, surprising Bridget with a searing stroke across both breasts. She then left the house, even before the echos from Bridget’s scream had died.

Bridget cried for a moment with the pain from her welted breasts. It had been a brutal stroke, across both her nipples, and it came cruelly, with neither cause nor warning. For a short time, Bridget felt she had been punished without justification. Then, after the pain subsided and her denied arousal returned, she remembered. She was a slave, now. It pleased Fiona, her Mistress, to punish her. No further justification was needed. And leaving her this way, blindfolded, chained naked on her knees, was also her wish. Bridget’s arousal continued to grow. And she knew that, also, would please her Mistress and was probably part of her plan from the beginning.

She knelt alone, for close to two hours. Her arousal grew, frustrating her. As time passed, she felt soreness in her knees, her shoulders and back, and the discomfort distracted her from her arousal. She remained painfully aware of her naked exposure, not even being able to recall if the curtains were opened. Perhaps she might even be seen by a mailman, or by an unexpected visitor. Blindfolded, she would never know, and would be helpless to cover herself in any case.

There was also the small fear that Fiona might be prevented from returning by some emergency. Bridget’s anxiety rose even further at this, and she found herself listening carefully for the telltale sounds of either Fiona’s return or of an intruder.

Finally, it hit her. She was to be Fiona’s slave, her property and chattel, her utter possession. Bridget’s own feelings were no longer relevant. Fiona wanted her to spend this time chained naked on her knees; here she would stay. By the time Fiona returned, Bridget’s arousal had returned in force.

Fiona did return. After using Bridget’s mouth again, she had her slave unload the car, bringing in numerous packages. During that time, Fiona changed clothes, dressing in a spandex jumpsuit, thigh-high boots and elbow-length leather gloves. In the living room, Fiona sat, had Bridget kneel before her, shackled her wrists once again, then talked.

“To enslave you completely, we’ll be making many changes around here. First, I’ve purchased a large pegboard setup for the bedroom. You’re going to mount it along one wall, then transfer all the training toys to hooks on the board so I can have them readily at hand to use on you.

“Your clothes will all go into the attic, under lock and key, except for a few pretty little obscenities I’ll permit you to wear when you’ve been good. If I catch you dressing in anything without my permission, or concealing your body in any way, I’ll punish you by binding you in a way to expose you completely, then I’ll whip whatever part of your body you’ve concealed.”

Bridget lowered her head slightly, her arousal growing. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Obviously, you’ll be responsible for all the housework, as well as serving all my needs. You’ll help me wash, dress, wait on me when I eat, and be totally available for my every mundane desire. Sexually, I’ll use you whenever I feel the urge, and you can bet I’ll be feeling that urge frequently.”

Bridget’s flesh was covered with goosepimples by this time, as every one of Fiona’s proclamations caused her heat to rise another notch.

“Proper physical conditioning is also important for a slave. I like you thin, with well-defined muscles, good skin tone and a body capable of total flexibility. To achieve this, I’ll be laying out a heavy regimen of exercises, including aerobics, weight work, isometrics, running and calisthenics. I’ll coach you with whip in hand, until your conditioning meets my approval.”

By now, Bridget was sweating with the kind of fear that acted as a catalyst on her arousal. Her odor began to permeate the room, and she knew that Fiona was aware of it as well.

“Finally, your body must be marked. First, you will shave your cunt. Starting tonight, in fact, any hair I find on your body below your neck will earn you a punishment.

“Further, I’m going to have you pierced. I’ve already spoken with the doctor friend of mine who’ll be doing the work, and the jewelry is in one of the packages you brought in.”

Bridget closed her eyes, breathed deeply and said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

Fiona concluded their session by using Bridget’s face once again, as she knelt shackled on the floor. Only then did she release the slave, and allowed her to begin her mundane chores.

Over the next several days, Bridget quickly adjusted to the new routine. Fiona used her regularly and frequently for her own pleasure and kept her constantly occupied with other work. The threats about concealment proved true as, one day, Fiona caught her kneeling with her knees together.

A portable pillory was assembled, one made of steel strips. Bridget was positioned in an uncomfortable reverse arch, her head and wrists facing the ceiling, her feet on the floor spread nearly four feet apart. This left her entire front stretched, exposed and highly sensitive to any touch. Fiona began by inflicting a dozen hard lashes on the slave’s pussy. She then used clothespins and some light cord to painfully spread Bridget’s cuntlips. As she cried in her punishment, Fiona admonished her, “Now you know what happens to a slut who hides her cunt from her Mistress!”

She spent an hour in her punitive bondage before being returned to her chores.

Bridget did shave her pussy, as ordered. She also kept her armpits and legs free of hair, carefully shaving them all twice a day. Still, the day after her pussy-whipping, Fiona noticed a bit of hair on her cuntlips which the girl had missed that morning.

She was locked into the pillory again, in the same reverse arch. Fiona then reshaved her entire cunt, using an old blade and no lather. Bridget groaned in pain during the entire shave, then screamed in earnest as Fiona used an alcohol-based cologne over her entire cunt. The whip followed, generating another dozen screams, and the punishment concluded with the clothespins, as it did the last time, opening Bridget’s cuntlips for her additional hour in bondage.

A few days later, the doctor paid them a visit. Bridget was in the bedroom, restrained on her back on a low bench. Ropes and straps held her motionless at ankle, knee, thigh, waist, chest, throat and wrist. A strap across her forehead held her head motionless, and a leather thong wrapped around her breasts caused them to look like a pair of red grapefruits, ripe for the plucking. She was gagged with a pair of Fiona’s soiled panties.

The doctor, as previously stated, was female. It would not be the first time she had pierced a girl. Fiona brought her into the living room first, for coffee, then returned alone to the bedroom to talk with Bridget. The slave’s gag was removed.

“It is time for you to be pierced.”

Suppressing her fear, Bridget responded, “Yes, Mistress.”

‘’Before your current bondage period is over, you will have a ring through each of your nipples and several more through your cuntlips. But there is a question you must answer yourself.”

“Mistress?”

“The piercing of a slave is a very personal thing, both for the slave and her Mistress. It bonds them together, like no other ordeal. And depending on the approach of the doctor to the use of anesthetics, it can be nearly painless, or it can be excruciating. Anesthetics can remove most of the pain, but they have the disadvantage of bloating the flesh, sometimes causing the piercings to be improperly positioned. Without anesthetics, the work is accurate and beautiful when done, but the pain would be terrible. Still, a painful ordeal is also a path toward total submission. Such severe pain I would not force upon you without your consent. It must be your own decision.”

Bridget thought long and hard. At times, she struggled in her bonds, doing beautiful things to the muscle lines of her thighs and chest. Finally, with her eyes closed, she took a deep breath.

“Mistress, I am afraid of such pain. I know now I would not be able to tolerate it. Yet, you are right about the pain binding us together. I want it that way. Please, bring in the doctor, let me tell her myself, then gag me severely so I will not offend you with my screams.”

Fiona smiled, proud of her slave. The doctor was brought in, and Bridget spoke to her directly. “Please Doctor, pierce me in whatever way my Mistress desires. And please use no anesthetics. It is my desire and my choice to endure the pain.”

The gag was a wet facecloth, rolled tight and strapped into her mouth. The doctor was a bit hesitant, but Fiona reassured her, “She wants the pain. Do not hesitate. It will hurt her terribly, and she will scream. But remember her own words.”

Her right nipple was first, then the left. Bridget screamed pitifully for both, but soon saw the golden barbells tightened through each nipple. They had the stirrups attached: U-shaped loops hanging from each one. Light string was tied through them, then pulled through a ceiling hook to place just a bit of tension on them, so that as the wounds healed, they would not tighten. More pain now, to avoid useless pain later.

Her cunt followed. This series did not hurt as badly, feeling only somewhat worse than an ordinary injection. Soon, each cuntlip bore seven rings. Fiona provided some miniature padlocks and locked her cunt closed. Now, even a determined finger could not penetrate far enough to reach her clitoris. Bridget continued to scream with each piercing and shed some tears, but when her gag was removed, her first words were, “Thank you, Doctor, for piercing my nipples and cuntlips. I’m sure my Mistress will be pleased.”

Fiona offered the doctor the use of Bridget’s mouth as part compensation. She accepted, and the slave’s lips and tongue served well. Bridget’s own arousal would wait.

As the days and weeks passed, life became routine for Mistress and slave, at least up to a point. Bridget would be awakened in her sleeping chains and invariably start her day by licking her Mistress to several orgasms. She would aid her Mistress with her morning ablutions, dressing her, then preparing breakfast for them both.

After Bridget cleaned the kitchen, there would be her morning exercises. For some of them, Fiona would participate. For others, she would supervise, standing over the sweating, straining slave with a quirt to keep her moving. Some of the exercises also served Fiona’s direct pleasure. Bridget would be made to lie on her back and do leg lifts while Fiona sat on her face. Bridget’s situps were done with Fiona standing astride her, presenting her own cunt or ass to be kissed or tongued at the top of each movement.

They had a chin-up bar. When Bridget hung from it by her hands, her toes fell to a point inches above the floor. Fiona would chain the girl’s wrists to the bar, then provide a large dildo, fixed on a stand, deeply penetrating one of her lower orifices. She would then do her required chin-ups, under the whip, with the dildo stroking her on each movement. If she failed in her goal on either time or repetitions, she would again be whipped, then left hanging and penetrated for a time as punishment.

Fiona also had a jogging treadmill. She had acquired it through a doctor friend, one who used it for heart exams. It had attachments on it to administer mild electric shocks when the patient’s pace slowed.

Bridget’s wrists were locked in a stocks-like arrangement at the machine’s front. Spined vibrating dildos were locked into both her cunt and ass. Electrical wires were clipped onto her nipples, clitoris and labia. Fiona would set the speed and time on the machine, as well as the options for punishment, then activate the unit. Bridget was forced to jog, or run, at the machine’s pace. If she kept the pace up long enough, she was rewarded with the vibrators. If she slowed, the machine would encourage her with ever-increasing shocks, until she performed as required. Of course, with her legs always in motion around the dildos, she frequently came anyway, even without the dildos being turned on. And it would be during the minutes after each orgasm that she’d receive the most shocks, as she recovered. Worst of all, Fiona never warned her of either the speed or time for these sessions. She could do a light jog for ten or twelve minutes, or be forced to run full-out for well over an hour.

Both of them enjoyed bicycles. Fiona had two of them specially modified for their use.

Fiona had a special seat made for her own bike. It featured a rubber seat cover molded precisely to the form of Bridget’s face. It was covered with thin fabric, so that if she arose from the bike while in public, no one would notice it. But when she sat down, she could feel the very nose, even the mouth, of her lover and slave.

While Bridget’s reaction to Fiona’s bicycle seat was purely emotional in nature, her own seat presented a much more significant challenge.

It included a mechanism to drive a pair of dildos. Either or both could be attached for the ride, and numerous sizes and textures were available. Bridget would be required to ride in a short skirt, with no panties. She would mount the seat while still in the garage, allowing the dildos to penetrate her lower openings, then ride with Fiona out onto the public roads.

As she rode, the rotation of the rear wheel would cause both dildos to rise and fall within her. The road surface, especially on rougher roads, would act like a vibrator on her, while the pumping action forced her to submit to a fucking, sometimes front and rear, as she rode down the crowded public streets.

Worse, Fiona would frequently make stops at stores on their rides, requiring Bridget to wait outside, fully penetrated. She was compelled to remain seated on the dildos until they returned to their garage, sometimes hours later.

Fiona also had a stationary bicycle. When she made Bridget ride it, it was again equipped with the moving dildos, like the other bicycle. Fiona rode it at times, enjoying the mechanical fuck she could get. But more frequently, she would remove the entire seat assembly and replace it with a custom-made brace. Bridget’s head would be strapped into it, immovably, her face pointing up, the rest of her nude form restrained to the rear of the device. Fiona would then sit directly on Bridget’s face. As Fiona pedaled, working up a sweat, Bridget would suffer intensely, as her nose and jaw endured her Mistress’ entire weight, and her cheeks would be constantly buffeted by her pumping thighs. Notwithstanding this assault on her face, Bridget was still required to serve enthusiastically with her tongue, under the threat of more severe punishment.

As time passed, Fiona’s own tastes slowly evolved, adapting to the many talents, responses and other characteristics of her slave. She found that keeping Bridget stimulated while restrained and denied stimulated her own arousal. She developed a number of approaches to this end.

Fiona acquired a small vacuum pump. It was fashioned from an air pump used on an aquarium by simply reversing the valves inside its mechanism. Its flexible tubes were attached to a pair of plastic cups which she fitted to Bridget’s breasts. With the slave bound in a way to display her breasts prominently, the pump was activated, and Bridget’s nipples and aureoles were sucked deeply into the cups. Her nipples would erect instantly, and she would begin moaning in arousal. Fiona would often keep her under torture with this treatment for hours until the slave’s juices literally formed a puddle on the floor beneath her. Naturally, Bridget would be required to lick up the puddle when her ordeal was over.

Another interesting variation humiliated Bridget as it teased and tortured her. Since they were both devout lesbians, few things would be more humiliating than being forced to suck a cock. Fiona mounted a large, very realistic dildo on a post. Bridget was chained by her collar to the same post, in a way that compelled her to keep at least an inch of the rubber cock in her mouth at all times. Next, the breast pump was attached, arousing her and beginning her torture. But the piece du resistance was the small butterfly vibrator, designed to stimulate her clitoris rather than fill her cunt. It was controlled not by an on/off switch, but by a small button, one which would only allow the vibrator to activate as long as the button was pressed. The button was on the post, one inch over the base of the dildo. Bridget could suffer in denial as long as she wanted, for hours if she chose. But the only way she could come would be to press the button and activate the vibrator. To do so, she had to deep throat the dildo and press the button with her nose. Many times, Fiona smiled watching her, as she tried to come with the dildo deep in her throat, cutting off her breathing. Bridget would then withdraw, moaning deeply, as the vibrator would stop.

Another variation, somewhat more punitive, was the pair of dildos mounted on either side of a doorway. Bridget would be chained on all fours, wearing a posture collar and a stiff, steel-reinforced corset, fastened so tight she could not bend her back an inch in any direction. So restrained, she was forced to back onto one dildo, placed at the right height to penetrate her ass. With the first dildo painfully buried, the second was forced into her mouth, then mounted on the opposite side of the doorway.

She was trapped between the two dildos, impaled in her mouth and ass. All she could do to relieve her ass was to deep-throat the dildo in her mouth, which enabled her to withdraw her anal dildo to a depth of only two or three inches. To give her throat a break, she had to totally bury the rear dildo in her ass. She would be restrained in this way for at least a couple of hours at a time, frequently longer. As time went on, she would develop a rhythm, slowly oscillating between the two dildos, fucking herself deeply at both ends. Fiona would observe closely, sometimes adding lubrication to the anal dildo to keep it moving easily. Sometimes, to her utter mortification, Bridget would achieve orgasm while so bound, although she usually spent the entire time in frustrated denial, her cunt untouched. To make it even more punishing, Fiona would often add weighted nipple clamps which would swing continuously, painfully, as Bridget moved to relieve the torture of her mouth and ass.

One of Fiona’s favorite toys was the double-dildo gag she used on her slave when she was to be kept denied. After locking Bridget into her chastity belt, sometimes with one or two dildos, and securing her wrists to the back of the belt, she would lock the device onto her. It was a double-dildo, made of leather, extremely realistic, nearly two inches in diameter and a good foot long. Four inches of it would be forced into Bridget’s mouth, where the locked straps would hold it deeply in place. This left the other eight inches extending out in front of her. Fiona would then lay her down on her back and ride the dildo for as long as she wanted. Bridget’s face would again take a pounding from her Mistress’ rough treatment. Worse, every stroke tended to drive the dildo even deeper into Bridget’s mouth, sometimes penetrating her throat.

Bridget herself loved her slavery. Many times, even when in punishment, she found herself begging Fiona for more, to tighten her bonds, to add weights to her clamps, to hoist her wrists an inch or two higher, even to add strokes to an already severe whipping. Fiona always took advantage of her submission, and had a standing command for her to share any additional ideas for her own punishment.

At Bridget’s suggestion, Fiona often locked her into the Mistress Pants for an entire night, so Bridget would spend the night with her mouth forced into her Mistress’ pussy. When Bridget had already spent one or more nights being denied, in her chastity belt, the effects were devastating.

Bridget’s hair was another suggested target for torture. A rope would be braided into the girl’s hair and hung from an eyebolt, pulling her up on her toes to hang by her hair for an hour’s torture. Or the rope might be run through a pulley, then fastened to her wrists raised high behind her back, or to a single ankle hoisted high in the air.

Fiona also grew to love Bridget’s pierced nipples and labia. She would regularly weight the rings for her own entertainment. When Bridget had earned a punishment, Fiona would lock padlocks into her nipple rings and similarly lock her labia together. Using the locks, she might even add short lengths of chain, severely increasing the weight carried by the rings, torturing her slave’s most sensitive areas. She would then assign Bridget’s work for the day, forcing her to complete the hours of chores while suffering in pain.

One hot summer night, Fiona had handcuffed Bridget on her knees in the living room and was using her mouth while watching some videos. “Keep licking, slave, but I don’t want to come for at least an hour!’’

For a considerable time, Bridget served well. She licked and sucked with devotion, going to great lengths to please her cruel Mistress. Still, the videos continued to play. Although she could not watch them while serving, she could hear the sound from the scenes and remembered many of them well. She found herself getting extremely aroused. Normally, her arousal was the rule while she served, and she frequently went denied all night while her Mistress enjoyed her mouth. This time, the sounds on the video drove her arousal, to the point where she aggressively attacked Fiona’s cunt with her lips and tongue, bringing her to orgasm far earlier than she was commanded.

“Now you’ve done it, cunt! You’re going to pay for that all night!”

Fiona replaced Bridget’s standard serving collar with a severe posture collar. A chastity belt was next, one including a massive, naturally shaped anal dildo. Her cunt, of course, was left empty. A strap united her elbows behind her back, then a pair of large padlocks were locked on her nipple rings, weighting them down. Her nipples would burn all night.

She was dragged on her knees to the bedroom, where her collar was padlocked to the footboard of the bed. Her chin was even with the top of the mattress, and she would be forced to kneel upright until released. Her knees were roped and pulled apart, lowering her body a bit, causing her to arch her back.

Fiona took out one more item, then returned to sit on the edge of the bed, straddling her slave’s face, her cunt an inch away from Bridget’s mouth. With the posture collar, Bridget could not move her head an inch in any direction, and she was totally at her Mistress’ mercy.

Fiona looked down at her. “You’d love to suck on this some more, right?”

Bridget looked at her Mistress’ cunt. She could not look anywhere else. “Yes, Mistress.”

“I know you enjoy it. Your face is already covered with my juice. Can you taste and smell it?”

“Yes, Mistress.” _

“But you are a pig. A wanton slut who will suck anything shoved in her mouth. Right?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry. Please, punish your slave.”

Fiona revealed her concealed object. It was a cock gag, a large one. She inserted it into her own cunt, still only an inch away from Bridget’s face, and fucked herself towards another orgasm.

“You don’t deserve the privilege of sucking my cunt. So tonight, you’ll spend the night where you are. Your cunt will remain untouched, your ass will be plugged, your nipples will continue their torture. You will watch me all night as I sleep, or as I pleasure myself.”

Bridget continued watching, her frustration growing with the pain in her nipples and ass as Fiona finally went over the edge into a massive climax. Moments later, she withdrew the short phallus, now wet with her juice. “The only thing left to punish now is your greedy cunt-mouth. Tonight, the only thing it deserves to suck is my used dildo. Open!”

She opened her mouth. Fiona pushed the rubber cock gag deep into her mouth, tightened it severely, then locked it. Bridget’s tongue started cleaning the juice from the gag immediately as she groaned in pain and arousal. Fiona then slid forward on the bed and ground her cunt into Bridget’s gagged face, adding more fresh juice to that already covering her. There was no need to take her by the hair; the posture collar was completely effective.

Finally, she laid back on the bed. She caressed Bridget’s gagged, wet face with her toes, especially under her nose, to add the odor of the sweat of her feet to the slave’s already intense sensory ordeal.

“Enjoy what rest you can get tonight, slut. You’re going to remain in punishment until late tomorrow night. I’m inviting over several of my old lady friends for dinner. You’re going to clean the entire house, cook the food, serve us all and be the sole entertainment for the evening. Who knows, if you submit properly to us all, with enough respect and devotion, you might even be permitted an orgasm…”

As Fiona paused in her words, Bridget moaned, suffering. Her heat was accelerating into uncharted territory. Her nipples were already in agony from the heavily weighted rings. Her ass was painfully stretched by the massive dildo which filled it. Her arms, united behind her back by the handcuffs and the single vicious elbow strap were already torturing her. Her knees remained widely spread by the ropes, and the posture collar forced her to look straight ahead at her Mistress as she continued to pleasure herself. As aroused as she was, as hungry as she was for her Mistress’ cunt, she would be forced to suck on the huge rubber cock locked into her mouth, saturated by Fiona’s juices which also covered her face. She would kneel, tortured and denied, all night. And the next day, her torture, denial and arousal would all be increased by an order of magnitude as she also served Fiona’s friends.

She shut her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. It would be a long night, and even a longer day tomorrow.

Within her, she smiled. She loved her enslavement.

Fiona chose that moment to complete her last, unpunished statement:

“…Then again, I doubt it!”


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