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Once I reach the top of the stairs I move to small, but comfortable chair that is located adjacent to the landing. I sit and wait for you to finish your ascent.

And as you crawl up the staircase... you start to feel your body begin to tremble and ache... and with your awareness... your mind slowly begins to drift back... back to how your body has been used today for your Master's pleasure... and for your own pleasure as well.

With each stair you climb... the pain slowly increases... and you are somehow reminded of each and every blow you received from the crop and the paddle. But with each stair... each step... you are also reminded of how my hard cock pounded in and out of your pussy relentlessly... causing each and every orgasm that racked your body... orgasms that started way down... in the deep... deep... pit of your being and rocketed through your soul like no other you have ever experienced. Forever reminding you... that you have been exposed to a new and passionate level of arousal and fulfillment... one that you did not think even existed... or that you could ever hope to achieve.

And with that remembrance... something begins to take hold of you... as you slowly but surely ascend the staircase. With each step... and with each thought... you seem to cement your transformation. Your transformation from an innocent girl... to a wanton submissive pet and sex slave.

You also notice something else... something beautiful... something magnificent... with every step you take. You notice that every time you reach out with your hands to the steps... every time you bring your knees up to the steps... you feel each and every sublime twist and turn of the butt plug... that harsh and cruel toy... that wicked toy that you have come to love so much.

But even though you have come to cherish the plug... adore the feral behavior it releases in you... your start to become acutely aware of the dull, throbbing pang that is starting to pulsate around your ass.

And then you think, "My God... how long has it been lodged in my ass? How many deliciously sweet hours? And would Master ever remove it?"

"Oh God," you think... "Will Master have me sleep with it inside me?" You smile as you feel a warmth rush through your body... and say to yourself... "I will gladly sleep with the butt plug inside me... if it pleases my Master."

And so... when you finally reach the top of the stairs... I can tell you do so with some difficulty. It is obvious that your body... or probably more accurately your knees... have taken quite a beating. I tell you to stop. And so with labored breath and head prostrated before me... you wait patiently for your next command.

I rise from the chair and command you to the 'Worship' position. Even though you are certainly exhausted from all that you been put through... within seconds of my command... your knees are spread wide underneath you... your left hand encircles your right wrist behind your back and your head is placed on the wood floor. Your desire to please Me has become that great... so great that it now rules your every thought and action. It rules your mind and body so completely that pain that started to course through your body... that started to revolve around your ass from the plug... momentarily ceases. And you cannot help but smile inwardly as you realize that this motivation and desire to please Me, will stay with you always and forever.

"Even," you silently confess... as your smile is replaced with a slight shiver... "Even if Master chooses to dismiss me."

But your smile quickly returns as I tell you to remain in this position until I return. "Master will never dismiss me..." you tell yourself... "Because I will be the perfect slave... and the best pet He has ever had... and one does not dismiss the perfect and the best. It is simply not done."

You hear the sounds of my feet walking off and then for the second time today you feel a discomfort with regards to your body... and the butt plug. As you await my return, you silently attempt yet again to gauge exactly how many hours the nasty little toy has put lodged in your sweet tight ass. When you release that it has been well over eight... you nearly collapse. But you hold the position just the same... for you know that I would be displeased if you did not.

When I return, you are surprised that I order you to rise up and stand before me... you are even more surprised when reach out and pick you up in my arms and carry you down the hallway.

You are as light as a feather in my arms and your fatigue from the day's... and night's... events betray you and I hear you sigh as you slip your right arm around my neck and collapse against me. You stay molded to me as I carry you into the master bedroom and then finally into the master bathroom. You are so exhausted that you barely hear the sound of the bath running.

I carry you over to the bathroom sink and release you only so I can put your feet on the floor. I can sense that your legs are a bit wobbly and so I put an arm around your waist so I can hold on to you. I lean you over the basin a little and then tell you to bend over and spread your legs. When you spread your legs... I then reach up and take hold of the butt plug that looks so absolute perfect in your ass. It looks as if it belongs there... stuck deep inside you... deep inside your ass and nowhere else... reminding you that you belong to Me... to Me and to no one else... ever.

I then start to gently twist and pull on it... pull on the naughty... dirty... wicked... play thing that has been in your ass for so long. But... for some reason... the sublime toy so not seem to want to come out. It is as if your ass does not want to part with it. As if your ass knows what it wants... and what it wants is the butt plug inside it.

I lower my head to yours and with my mouth very closer to your ear I whisper and coo for you to relax... to surrender... to let go... And even though it does take some effort on my part... and yours... the room is filled with a rather loud moan from you when the plug is finally removed. If you were weak in the knees before... at the removal of the butt plug... I have to firmly hold on to you around your mid-section in order to prevent you from falling.

I then place the plug to the side and lead you over to the bathtub. I tell you to take my hand and then help you get into the warm and inviting water. You slide down into the water's embrace and wrap yourself up in the heated scent of the night. I then quickly shed my own clothes and climb into the large tub with you. I pull you toward me... pick up some soap that is near by... and begin to gently wash you. You melt even more under my caress.

My tenderness surprises you and even though you are tired... you try to take the soap from my hand and wash yourself. But I simply smile and tell you that you have been through a great deal today and that there are times when a Master must take care of his Pet. Upon hearing this, it seems to make you melt even more into the luxurious water. After bathing you and then myself... I climb out of the tub and then turn to help you out. I then reach for a thick warm towel and bring it down on your skin.

After we are both dry, I then lead you out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, I order you to stand at the foot of the bed. You immediately obey. I move over to a medium sized chest and slide open one of the small drawers. I remove a simple black leather collar with a single O-ring and walk back over to you.

"Kneel Pet."

Without hesitation you drop quickly to your knees, spread them wide and place your hands behind your back.

"This will be your your training collar for the weekend Pet," I explain. "From this moment on you will wear it until instructed to remove it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master, I understand," You reply without looking up.

"Do you remember what a collar symbolizes?"

"Yes, Master."

"Tell me, Pet."

"It symbolizes ownership, Master."

"And tell me... who owns you slut?"

"You do Master. You own every part of me. My mouth... my cunt... my ass... my heart... my soul... my very being... all it and more... belong to you, Master. I am yours... to command as you wish."

"Very well said, Pet. I am very pleased with your response."

A wave of heavenly bliss races through your body. "Master is pleased with me," you say to yourself. So supremely thrilled are you, that you cannot stop yourself from smiling from ear to ear.

I see your smiled and order you to your feet and instruct you to turn down the bed. You seem to bounce up and as you work to complete this simple task, I inform you that being allowed to share my bed is a honor and privilege you must work for each and every day. It must be earned.

"Do you understand Pet?" I inquire.

"Yes, Master, I understand," you say. And then you add while looking down at the bedding. "May I please have the honor and privilege of sharing your bed Master?"

I smile at your plea. "Yes, you may Pet."

Your happy smile returns and we both climb into the bed. Once under the covers... I move my body to your and surround you from behind. You turn your body to mine as you welcome me as I engulf you in a spoon position.

As you are so exhausted... you almost immediately begin to drift off to sleep... off to dreamland. You lie in bed next to me... your body molding into mine... your ass gently grinding into my cock... you slip in and out of your dream-like state. You feel protected in the loving warmth of my arms as they surround your sleek slender body... and secure in the resolute faith of the leather collar that encircled your supple neck.

As you float away on clouds of sleep... memories of last night, of your transformation from a seemingly innocent good girl to a wanton cum loving slut, begin to cascade through your subconscious.

Your eyes begin to vibrate in a rapid movement dance. Splendid dream-like images flash cut through your mind with vivid explosions of color and light. You do not attempt to extinguish them. You welcome them... embrace them... caress them.

You are transported back to earlier that day... in my office... the first time. The magical day of your awakening. You feel weightless, like a feather on an Indian summer breeze, as you see yourself kneeling before me and sucking my hard cock with reckless abandon. You see yourself devouring my cock with such shameless gluttony that you very nearly blush.

"My God," you think. "Was that the way I really looked? So wantonly slutty... so blatantly whorish." You even cautiously look around to see if anyone else might be watching your libidinous display.

"Even if there is," you grin proudly. "So what, let them look, let them see how a true slut acts for her Master. Let them see how a true slave pleases Him."

As you see your lips slide over my cock and take me in your warm, wet mouth, you feel the ever familiar sensation of blood rushing to your sex. A plentiful wetness soon forms between your legs. You feel a sensuous desire to touch yourself, but as soon as you attempt to bring your hands down to stroke your cunt, you discover you cannot move them. In fact, they are now behind your back and you suddenly discover the reason for their immobility. On your wrists you feel the tangible sensation of fur-lined leather cuffs. Almost immediately, the same cuffs appear on your ankles.

That you cannot pleasure yourself does not diminish your arousal. In fact, it increases it. It is the tantalizing desire of something that you want so very badly, but is just out of reach. Your desire to touch yourself becomes so great that you start to strain against your bonds. You try to break free, but to no avail. In fact, the harder you try to break free, the tighter your bonds become. Finally you resign the struggle and admit you are powerless. That realization brings on a sudden torrent of wetness and desire so you struggle once again to touch your dripping wet cunt.

"My God," you think as you strive for freedom. "It is like some vicious maddening cycle. The more I want it, the more I cannot have it... and then the more turned on I get and then I want it even more, but... cannot have..." Your thoughts trail off as you finally surrender and shake your head in vain.

So, stripped of your power, all that you can do is watch yourself suck me in deeply, taking my tumescent member all the way down your throat. You pull your lips back over my cock until just the head of my manhood is in your mouth. You then suck very hard and fast on just the bulbous head and watch as I throw my head back and moan loudly. You then watch as your tongue swirls over the head of my cock before once again swallowing my hard shaft back down your throat.

When you see the effects your oral manipulations on me you smile to yourself. You are so happy that you are pleasing me. Even though you have never really thought of yourself as a talented cocksucker... not that you ever thought you were ever bad... you had never heard any complaints... of course most men don't ever stop a girl that is going down on them... but you were never really that passionate about it. And although you had always enjoyed the sensuous feeling of a hard cock in your mouth... you had always seen the act as merely a means to an end. An act to get a man hard and ready to fuck you.

But now as you watch yourself you see that your actions and desires are different. You see how much it please Me and that fuels your desire even more. You now see yourself as a woman possessed as your head moves up and down with the speed of a jack hammer. What you once saw as a simply routine act, you now see as an act of supremely passionate devotion. As if sucking my cock now feeds some inherent primordial need or function in you. You love this new feeling even though it is inexplicable.

Maybe it was that you ordered to do it, to pleasure me with your mouth. No one had ever done that to you before. No man had ever "forced" you to suck his cock. Or perhaps it was when I commanded you to deep throat my cock. You had never performed that act on any man. However, when the swollen head of my cock hit the back of your throat that first time, maybe it triggered a switch in the deep recesses of your psyche. Now as you look at yourself sucking and licking my stiff cock, almost worshiping its velvety texture, you know that your actions will now forever be driven by a desire to please and strong wish to belong.

The dream images shifts to my desk. You now see yourself bend over it with your legs spread wide and moaning like a bitch in heat as my cock rips your cunt apart. You see me gripping you tightly by the hips as I pound you relentlessly from behind. My cock slams into you with such force that you see yourself trying to hold on to the desk somehow with your hands. Your efforts prove futile as you see your body tremble and spasm as an orgasm tears through your body.

You see and hear yourself scream out vociferously as your body continues to convulse as another orgasm explodes inside you. You watch as I use you like the slut that you now are. You feel the need to touch yourself again. You fight again against your bounds. It makes you crazy with lust like before. You start to love it this insane feeling of desire. You look at me with such longing... with such need. You are happy beyond words. You know it is because of me that you have been awaken. You know that it is because of me that you are what you now are. A dirty little cum loving slut. And you love it.

You drift of wings of dreamy sexual bliss and soon you see yourself bent over my desk and vulnerable before me. Your arms and hands stretched out before you and your head resting on the desktop. Somewhere in the distance you hear the faint sound of the leather striking naked skin. It echoes and vibrates through your lucid dream like tremolo.

The waves of your dream transport you back to your discipline session. You seemed to float naked next to yourself. You see yourself being whipped. The loud reverberation of leather on skin bring shock waves of pleasures to your already dripping sex. You see the hard leather strap cutting through the air. You see yourself crying out with a barbaric howl as you count the blows and then thank me for them.

You had no idea that such a simple instrument was capable of inflicting such pain. Or... that after merely one session you would come to love it so much. You see your own arousal. You see yourself getting wet as you arch your back to stick your ass as high in the air as you can. You see the expression on my face. A lethal mixture of power and lust. You see the excitement in my eyes as I whip you into submission.

As you watch yourself being whipped the desire to reach your hand down between your legs and play with your still wet cunt returns yet again. But this time you do not fight against your bonds. You let the the juices of your soaking wet cunt flow down your thighs. Your skin tingles with what feels like an electrical charge. But you fight the temptation to try and pleasure yourself... to roll your swollen clit around in your fingers before jamming them inside your pussy. Instead, you study the leather strap in my hand. You see me gripping the handle with such purpose and authority. You stare transfixed as the blows strike your upturned ass with such precision and expertise.

As you continue to watch my skill with a strap... your recent fears and anxieties begin to surface again. You begin to anguish over the realization that yes... Master has done this before. You suddenly realize that up until this day you had never seen any of these nasty, wonderful toys in my office. The collar around your neck, the butt plug in your ass or the hard leather strap in my hand. Where did they come from? How long have I had them? Other questions start to rattle around your head. What other secrets am I keeping from you? Yes... you are certain... without any doubt... that I have had other pleasures slaves... other cum sluts... other pets... other whores serve Me. But... are they still in service to Me? Or have they all been dismissed like... Kristen... that shy little cute blonde from the office...?

"But was she actually dismissed," you nervously ponder. "Or does she still serve Master? Perhaps Master never dismissed her. Maybe she is still allowed the pleasure of sucking on Master's cock. Of taking his thick, hard member deep down her throat... of using her lips... her tongue... her mouth... to please Master."

Although you are aware of the verity of the situation. You then come to realize that if Kristen still serves Me, then it is probably true that she is not the only one... but that there are undoubtedly others. Of course you hope... no you pray... that I have no other but you. You would understand the desire of other sluts wanting to kneel before me. Of wanting to suck my cock and gobble down my cum. Of wanting to belong to me. You, after all, have felt my strength and the power of my cock and tasted my sweet delicious cum.

But, of course, you know deep down in the depth your soul, that if I wanted their mouths or desired their cunts, they would be mine for the taking. And you know that you would... if ordered to do so... kneel right beside me and watch another slave pleasure me with her mouth. You would watch as I fucked her and used her as the cum slut she is. You would watch as she moaned and squeal with pleasure as she neared orgasm... waiting only for my permission. As I banged her hole, you would stay on your knees and wait and if commanded would gladly and willingly clean the other slut's pussy juice off my cock. And then watch with lust as I slammed it in right back in.

And then, if I choose to shoot my thick, creamy cum deep inside this other slut, you would wait, like a sprinter straining at the start, for my command to suck my cum out of her cunt. You know you have never gone down on another girl. The desire to lick and suck other girl's pussy has never entered your mind. But to get at my cum, that decadent treasure that you now crave so very much, you would gladly get between any other slave of mines legs and stick your tongue deep in her pussy and suck my cream out. And you would love it... even begin to hunger for it. Yes, you admit to yourself... you would begin to thirst for pussy.
Yes, that of course would be the worse part, you know that you would get pleasure from it. You know that you would have no control over your actions. You know that your own cunt would be absolutely soaking wet. If it was something that I wanted. You know that my pleasure is your only concern.

Of course, you secretly hope that you are enough. That you have demonstrated to me that you are a nasty little cum slut. That you have surrendered yourself to me. That you are my property. That you are my Pet. That all you live for now is being commanded to suck my cock and swallow my cum. To spread your legs upon my order and take my hard cock in your wet cunt. Yes, you hope that your mouth is warm and wet enough... that your pussy is inviting and tight enough... that your ass is... Oh God, that your ass is... virgin enough.

You look at me as I methodically whip you. You want to go to me, fall to your knees and beg, "Please Master, I know I have no right to ask you... but please, I beg you, have no other Pet than me... have no other slave than me... please Master... have no other cum slut than me. I will do anything and everything you ask. I promise that you will need no other. I will satisfy your every want. Please Master... Oh God please."

But... as you beg and plead... you notice that words start to fall on deaf ears... you begin see yourself slip in a slow decent through a foggy haze. You start to drift on the ocean of your dream. As you slip, you realized that you are no longer in my office. You fall through the clouds of your subconscious... until... until... you suddenly feel yourself crawling along on a hard wood floor.

You are crawling and crawling. To where... you begin to wonder as you travel down a long endless corridor. The only light is provided by tall candles placed in wall mounted holders. You are in no place that you recognize and so you begin to slow your movements. As you do, you feel the tug of the slave collar and leash that is now attached to your neck. You cannot make out the person who is leading you down the corridor. You do not know if it is me. All you can see is the bottom hem of a dark robe and a pair of bare feet.

You pick up the pace as you still wonder where you are. Are you still in the house? If you are, then you have never been in this part of it. Then you think, with a wicked smile that causes your pussy to get wet again, perhaps it is some secret part of it. A subterranean passage way. Maybe leading, you grin so wide that you actually blush, to a... dungeon of some type. Your blushing causes your arousal to increase.

You are still naked. In addition to the collar, you also still wear the wrist and ankle cuffs. You continue to crawl along for what seems like forever. The persistent tug you feel on the leash does nothing to diminish your already excited state.

Finally you arrive at a door. From your vantage point you cannot really make out much of it. But it looks sturdy and imposing. You hear the person leading you remove some keys and unlock the door. Slowly the door is pushed open and you feel a playful, yet assertive smack of the riding crop on your ass. And then you finally hear me command, "Inside, Slut."

You are excited beyond belief to discover that it me you is leading you. Thrilled beyond words that I have chosen you and only you. You feel a sense of bliss as I lead you to the center of the room. The warm glow of belonging coats your naked skin. The sensation is marvelous. You make a solemn vow that you will be the best pet ever... the best slave... the best cum slut I have ever possessed. That you will make me so happy. As you crawl across the floor with the gracefulness of a panther you begin to feel yourself getting very turned on. You feel your blood rushing to your cunt like a freight train. You do not stop the pleasure. You relish in it.

You make your way inside the room. Candles light a narrow hallway that leads, you can see, to an opening of a much larger room. "Oh Master," you smile. "I am going make you so very proud of me. So very proud indeed. I'm going to make you forget all those other little sluts."

You glide across the floor on wings of joy. You feel so light, so carefree. Unfortunately, your happiness is short lived, because as you turn the corner of the corridor and come upon the main room you receive the shock of your new life. It hits you like a bolt of lighting from the sky. We are not alone. You can not be sure of the number, but you are certain that there are several other women in the room.

Even though you can only lift your head up so much, you can see that they are all naked too. You can see that they are all on their knees with their arms behind their backs and their foreheads touching the floor. They are all in the 'Worship' position. You do notice one thing slightly different about the arrangement of their bodies... not only are their hands behind their backs... but their hands are securely tied by wrist cuffs.

You soon are acutely aware of a change in the deep recesses of your heart as you feel it sink to the bottom of your soul and you look upon them with horror. For you know what they are. They are slaves... cum sluts... my cum sluts... and they are just like you.

You want to cry and scream out to me, "Why Master... why? Was I not enough of a slut for you!? Did I not drop to my knees fast enough and offer you my mouth to be used for your pleasure? Did I not beg for your cum? And when you so graciously gave it to me, did I not swallow it down when commanded? Yes, I did all those things and more. Then what, Master... what did I do wrong!? Tell me and I will most surely correct it. Please send them all away! They will not please you as well as I will. Please, command me and I will show you!!"

But your voiceless screams fall as I position you directly behind one of the other slaves. As you settle in think you are certain that you hear a faint humming sound. At least you think you do. You are not sure as there are so many other thoughts and images racing around in your head. Thoughts of doubt and confusion.

"Why is Master treating me this way?" you ponder. "What did I do? Was I not the perfect slave... the perfect little slut?" But as you stare at this other slut vying for my attention, you slowly come to the realization that it was nothing that you did or didn't do. This is simply the way it is. You may belong to me... but you will never... just by yourself.., be enough for me. And why could you ever hope to be. I am your Master. I am your world. And you... like them... are honored to be a part of that world. It is a privilege you must earn. You know that if I want them all I will have them. I will use them... as I have use you. I will take my pleasure from your body and give you pleasure when you have earned it.

You know that you will wait patiently for the moment when I decide to pay you a stipend of my attention. And so... for when when your time comes... you know that you will always be ready for me. You will always be ready with your legs spread wide and your mouth stretched open. So your thoughts and desires will always be of me and my hard cock. You will think about new ways to please me and so your cunt will always be constantly wet.

As you settle in behind this other slave, you steal a glance out of the corner of your left eye and see that the slave girl next to you is also wearing a collar plus wrist and ankle cuffs... and that her wrists are in fact bound behind her back. You sense that there is something familiar about her... something disturbingly familiar about her. But before your can focus your memory on her... you suddenly feel the taste of the crop on your naked ass. "Eyes front slut," I say to you sternly.

The echo of the impact of the leather on your delicate flesh hangs in the air as you quickly turn your stare back to the slut in front of you. You look at her round ass and shaved pussy. You see how wet she is. Her arousal and desire for Master is clear and present... with her juices running down her thighs. And why not you think, "She is Master's slave too... His cum slut." You know she has undoubtedly been ordered to suck my cock into her mouth. And you know with absolute certainty that she has been commanded to swallowed my sweet precious cum. In fact, you can most surely see her... on her knees... begging for it like the slut she is.

However... you can see that she... and you will assume they... have another item that you do not... a butt plug. But you know that you will most certainly feel the wicked sensation of being anally penetrated again. You feel me place the tip of the crop underneath you and between your breasts. "Rise slave," I order. "But remain on your knees."

"Yes Master," you say clearly... albeit softly and with tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes... as you lift your upper body up and place your hands on your thighs. You feel me move away from you. In my absence, you get your first complete look at the room you now find yourself in. The faint humming sound is still audible. You try and discover its source... but you cannot. It seems to be coming from each and every corner of the room.

As you cast a glance about the room... you see that it is lit, as was the narrow corridor leading to it... by candles. The copious amount of candles give the room a glowing surreal look. You see that the room is divided into two levels. The lower level... where you are currently located and an upper level that is in front of you and about three feet higher.

In the center of the raised platform you see a large comfortable chair. You know instantly that this is My chair. It is from here that I will sit and command you. Flanking the chair on either side you see what looks like an over-sized padded sawhorse with hooks attached to the base of it and a structure that looks like a giant X with hooks and ties on the upper and lower parts of it. You then turn your attention to the lower part of the room. Against the walls, on the both sides of the lower part, you see various metal chains with shackles hanging from the ceiling. All around the room are tables with various whips and paddles. Cat-o-nine tails and floggers. You feel a slight shiver run through your body as you imagine them being used on you.

After you have surveyed the room, you immediately count the number of other slaves that are in the room. "Eight," you say to yourself. "Eight other little cum sluts. Eight other whores longing for my Master's cum. The cum that was for me... that was supposed to be all mine."

Then you look closer at the slave right next to you. "Where," you ask yourself. "Where have I seen her before?" You study her blonde hair and small figure and her... And then... you realize in absolute horror, who this slave is and where you have seen her. "It's Kristen!" you almost shout out loud... it is Kristen. Kristen... the shy, cute, diminutive girl from your office.

"BUT NO!!" you want to wail. "She does not still serve Master! Master dismissed her... I saw the look in her eye... the sadness... the longing." But then you realize that in fact she does still serve Master... still pleasures him with her mouth and pussy... and ass."

You tear your eyes away from Kristen and look upon the other sluts. You study their bodies. Their submissive form. You begrudgingly admit that they... like Kristen... are all beautiful. Their skin appears to be so smooth and their bodies so firm that you begin to wonder if they were all sculpted from marble. Soon you feel your eyes begin to fill with a mixture of resentfulness and disdain. "They are nothing," you declare to yourself as you kneel proudly. "I am a better slave... a bigger slut than any of them. Master will see that they are all spurious. Mere pretenders of the faith. Yes, Master will see this," you smile to yourself almost haughtily. "And then he will dismiss them all and I will serve him alone. As it was meant to be."

But as you look closer at these other sluts. You see how precise they are lined up and how rigidly they hold the 'Worship' position. Granted their wrists are all bound behind their backs... but still... they seem to scarcely breathe. Or barely move a muscle. How long have they been here you wonder. Hours...? Days...? Weeks...?

"Oh... my... God," you start to ponder. "Have they been... could they have been... holding this position... for weeks?"

Then you begin to think, "Could I do this? Do I have that level of discipline and devotion?" Then at once... your attitude towards these other slaves begins to change. You start to see them, not as rivals for my cock and my cum, but as equals. They are here after all to please me. You start to care for them. They are, after all, your sisters in servitude. Yes, even Kristen.

Suddenly you feel me next to you. "Hands behind your back," I command. You follow my orders and place your hands quickly behind your back. I then lock the cuffs together. The memories of being bound flood back into your subconscious. As before, you test the bonds. They are secure. Just as before... you are powerless. And just as before... your awareness of your condition increases your arousal.

You wonder if I will notice how wet you are. You feel your heart begin to beat a little bit faster. Fear and trepidation start to creep into your mind as you begin to wonder what I really have in store for you.

You feel me move in closer to you and kiss your neck. I trace my tongue up and whisper in your ear, "Are you ready for the next phase of your training, slave?'

"Yes, Master."

"Excellent. You are now known as Slave 9. Do you understand?

"Yes, Master."

"Worship, Slave 9," I order.

Almost before the last consonant slips out of my mouth, you place your forehead on the ground in front of you. "I will show him," you say to yourself. "I will be the best slave Master has ever had."

"You will remain in this position until I call for you, Slave 9. You will remain still. You will not move. You will not make any sounds," I say sternly. "Do you understand, Slave 9?"

"Yes Master," you say loudly and with pride for the other sluts to hear.

You then feel my hands caressing your body. You whimper as my hands stroke your ass... the backs of your thighs... your dripping wet cunt. As I penetrate the folds of your cunt with my fingers, you release a low, passionately guttural moan. You are so turned on. You want to cum so badly that you very nearly start to thrust back against my hand.

But you stop yourself and remember, "Master told me to remain still... and to not make any noise. I must show Master that I can control myself... control my desires... control my body."

You do just that as I can continue to finger your pussy. You fight to suppress your moaning... you struggle to refrain from thrusting your body against my hand. And as silence fills the room and you imagine the looks of envy on the other slaves faces as I shower you with attention. You smile and glow with pride. For even though you are silent... even though they know you are struggling so very hard not to moan... they all know that you are being touched by Me.

"You see," you smirk to them. "Master prefers me. I am the one the he truly adores."

As you bask in the limelight of my touch you feel my fingers, now quite wet from your juices, slide up and begin to tease your anal opening. You know what I am preparing you for and since you want to prove to me that you will be the best slut in the world, you immediately begin to relax your muscles and allow my finger to penetrate your anal cavity with considerable ease. You bite your lip in order prevent a moan from escaping from your lips. But... unfortunately... as my finger slides all the way in and then back out again... you whimper slightly at its removable. And then... when I slip my finger all the way back in and out again and then introduce a second finger deep inside your asshole... you moan even louder.

As your desire and your body betray you... you know that the other sluts are snickering at you. You cannot see them, but you can feel them. And so you want nothing more than to be allowed to crawl into the corner room and die.

And then... when I am convinced that you are thoroughly lubricated I remove my fingers and pick up the object of the lesson. A large butt plug. Before I insert it in your ass... I get it wet by inserting it in your pussy. You moan again at the intrusion.

"Oh, God... why can't I control myself...? Why...? Master will not be pleased... he will not be pleased and he will send me away. He will send me away and I will no longer serve him. No longer suck his magnificent cock... no longer feel Master's beautiful throbbing member slamming in and out of my pussy... and then hopefully my ass."

And so you moan out again as I work the butt plug around in your cunt... you know that I just want to make sure it is completely coated with your juices. But you fight the voices of doubt inside your head... the voices that tell you that I will not be pleased with you... that I will send you away. And so when I remove it and position the tip at the opening of your ass... you ignore your fears and because you still want to please me so much... you relax your ass... and since it was so well prepared... the plug slides in effortlessly and pops into place.

"Oh my... very good slut... very good indeed," I say out loud as I marvel at your lack of resistance.

Any trepidation washes off your body and you beam underneath me, "I have pleased him. I have pleased my Master."

You then learn the source of the humming in the room as you feel me hold on to the base of the butt plug and flip a switch. At once, wave after wave of pleasure surge through your body at the activation of vibrating feature of the plug. Instantly, all you can think of is your pussy and wetness flowing out of it. You now figure out the reason why I bound your hands. You are so turned on that if you were given the opportunity, you would finger yourself frantically without hesitation.

You then realize that the other slaves are in the same situation as you. You are once again amazed by their control... their discipline. They have all remained motionless this entire time. In fact, they have not even made a sound. They are surely in as an excited state as you. You saw how wet the pussy of the slut in front of you was. And she did not moan or move an inch! How is that possible? You feel your own body falling victim to the cruel device I so deviously placed in your ass. You can't help it and you start to softly moan as your hips begin to rotate uncontrollably, as if your movements will somehow create the requisite friction to bring you a most glorious orgasm.

"Why do they not move," you want to scream. "Or moan like the sluts they are. They are not better than me. If I cannot control my body and my desires, how can they?"

With your forehead still pressed to the floor, you twist your head slightly to the side to afford a glimpse of blonde Kristen to your left. "How?" you still wonder. "How can she do this. She is not better than me. But... my God... she is immobile." You think as you stare in awe at her seemingly zen-like trance as your body continues to shake with a deep lascivious need.

"This is why Master did not dismiss her," she say to yourself. "And why he will inevitability dismiss me." But as you try in vain to convince yourself of what you think is the truth... you feel tears begin to well up in your eyes. "I cannot do it. I cannot control my body like her. She is not human... none of them are. They are like... machines. And I am merely a slut to my own desires, not my Master's."

Then fear and apprehension begin to surge again through your body as you realize, "They are better than me. Why? What do they possess? What skill?"
What ever it is you decide, it does not matter. "Master will see this," you silently wail to yourself as your tears roll down your cheeks. "And he will chose them over me. Master will certainly send me away... and rightly so, I am not worthy of Master's attention."

You turn your head back and close your eyes. Your nightmare continues as you hear me call several of the other slaves forward to service my cock. The buzzing of your butt plug does not drown out the unmistakable sounds of whipping... and sucking... and yes of course... fucking.

You hear me use them all for what seems like hours. You hear them moan and wail and scream as My cock pounds their cunts for hours. And as you wait, as you were instructed on the floor with your head down, you imagine the perfectly shaped asses being flogged. You envision their mouths sucking my cock. Their greedy lips and ravenous tongues sliding up and down on rock hard shaft. Your ears fill with the sounds of their begging... their pleading for my cum.

Still you wait... and wait... and wait. You wait while I call each and every one of these other whores... sometimes two and three different times. And still you wait... and wait... and wait... until you are certain that you will most assuredly go mad. You wait... while I call up Kristen next to you. You sneak a peak out of the corner of your eye as you watch her rise up. As you do, you are almost certain that you see her smirk at you. That bitch, you think. Your frenzied state increases as soon as you hear the unmistakable sound of naked skin slapping against naked skin. Your degree of disdain for her swells as you hear her wild moans as I fuck her to orgasm after orgasm.

And still you wait... until you simply cannot stand it any more and rise up and scream, "Why Master...!? Why...!? Why haven't you selected me? What did I do wrong!?"

Your voice trails off as look at the scene before you. Your mouth is agape. Kristen... that slut... that whore... is bent over the paddled sawhorse at the front of the room. She is chained to it and is being fucked savagely by me from behind.

But your interruption causes me to stop my thrusting. I pull away from Kristen and glare down at you. The heat from my stare causes you to drop your eyes. They focus on my hard cock that is glistening with Kristen's juices. You are transfixed by it. So much so that you have the audacity to rise up and start to walk toward me.

I am shocked by your temerity. Surely you know that you are compounding your punishment. But it seems you do not care. You will gladly trade a severe punishment session for a closer proximity to me and my cock.

You move with purpose to me. You step up from the lower platform to the upper. When you are before me you kneel and look at my cock dripping wet with Kristen's cunt juices. And then with the brilliant sensation of the vibrating butt plug still coursing through your body you tremble as you beg, "May I please clean off your cock Master? May I please suck off that other slut's juices from your beautiful cock?"

You do not see the fervent stare of Kristen... who is still chained to the sawhorse. "Bitch," she thinks as she nearly spits at you. "You took it away from me. I will not forget this."

I see her glaring at you and think, it is actually a good thing that she is chained down. For given the chance, she would most likely come over to you and claw your eyes out. I then turn my attention back to you and your brazenly disrespectful behavior. As I stare down at you my blood begins to boil. How dare you attempt to usurp my authority in this place. Surely you know I will punish you in a most feral manner. Surely you know that because of your contemptuous actions I will not give you the privilege of sucking my cock.

You lick your lips and try to win my favor. "Master, may I please--"

"Silence slut!!" I roar.

You close your mouth but keep your eyes focused on my still hard cock which is resplendent with Kristen's wetness. "God, I want to taste Master's cock so bad," you say to yourself. "I want to suck his cock soooo much, that I do not even care if it is covered with that bitch's cunt juice. Yes... Master's cock looks so beautiful... even covered with that slut Kristen's essence. Please Master... please... please order me... I want to suck it all off."

Then in an act of true boldness, you lift your head and look directly at me. "Commanded me, Master," you say with a voice full of pride. "Order me to clean this other sluts juices off your magnificent cock. She is not worthy of you. Command me and I will show you that I am a better slut than any of these other whores."

In disbelief I stare down at you. You can see by my countenance that I am not pleased by your sudden impudence.

"Slave One, Two and Three... attend," I say very sternly. "And stand."

Moments later you see three other sluts standing by me with their eyes cast downward. You see me look at them and say. "Turn around," I order them and you watch as I unhook the cuffs from behind their backs. "Seize this insolent slut and bind her to the cross."

In a flash the other slaves are upon you. Hands grab at you and pull you forcibly to the structure that resembles a big X. They undo your cuffs from behind your back... only to then stretch your arms and legs out and attach the hooks at the top and bottom of the X to your ankle and wrist cuffs. The whole process takes but the blink of an eye. Seconds later you are securely bound to the apparatus with your backside vulnerably exposed to me.

While my other slaves are busy strapping you down, you continue to plead with me to allow you the honor to pleasure me. Your voice falls on deaf ears. I release Kristen from the bonds of the paddled saw horse and you hear me I tell her to silence you. So moments after you have been tied down you feel a hand on your face. It turns your head to the side and brings you face to face with your golden haired rival.

"I'm going to enjoy this," she whispers in your ear, her voice dripping with acrimony. "Open your mouth," Kristen orders. You shake your head in a defiant refusal.

She turns away from you and you hear her say, "Master, this slut is not being very cooperative."

You smile to yourself, "Master will not let this whore do anything to me."

But, as soon as your smile appears, it vanishes just as quick when you hear me say, "Cane."

You do not see another slave place a thin rattan cane in the ardent hand of Kristen, but you feel her hot breath on your neck as she coos in your ear, "I am REALLY going to enjoy this. You robbed me of Master's cum. It was going to mine this time. I am certain. He promised it to me... and you took it way."

She steps back from you and brings the cane down swiftly on your ass. You scarcely heard it cut through the air... but you feel its impact on your bare skin. OH GOD, DO YOU FEEL IT! You cry out with a volcanic howl and feel a welt beginning to form. And then, as you are just starting to completely process the sensation of the blow... another blow rains down on your cheeks and then another. You cry out loudly as tears start to form in your eyes... and then rain down your cheeks. You thought the riding crop was painful, but this device was far more deadly.

Your ass is on fire as Kristen strikes you two more times and then approaches you. She takes hold of your face with her hand again and turns your head to her direction. Your eyes are filled with tears and your cheeks are wet with them as she asks, "Are you ready to obey, slave?" You reluctantly nod and open your mouth to receive the ball gag.

"Say you are!" Kristen barks at you.

"I am ready to obey," you whimper defeatedly.

Kristen then places a ball gag in your mouth and locks it in place. You see her turn to me and say, "She is silenced, Master."

I approach the two of you. I take Kristen's face in my hands and bring my lips down on hers in a passionate kiss. You watch as I pull her close to me and run my hands all over her body. And as you blink away your tears you see our tongues dart in and out of each others mouths. I break embrace with Kristen and order her to her knees.

You cannot bear to look upon us any longer and turn your face away and close your eyes. Your attempt to win my favor has backfired and now you know your fate is most likely sealed. You will be punished. How and when you know will not be decided by you.

"I did not give you permission to look away slave 9," I say to you. "Look at us." With that command, you open your eyes and turn your head back around. Your eyes lock onto mine as I stroke Kristen's hair. You then drop your eyes down and see the blood returning to my cock. You practically moan as you watch my cock swell to an incredible hardness.

You look back at me as I stare down at her. You know that she is simply staring at my cock and just waiting for me to command her to suck it. You want to scream out how sorry you are... but you know you cannot make a sound due to the ball gag. You try in vain to show with your eyes how much you sorrow and regret you feel... but in the end you simply close your eyes and look away again.

"I said look at me slut," I say to you and then when you turn your head back around and our eyes locked on each others you hear me command Kristen to "Suck."

You then drop your eyes once again and watch as Kristen zealously attacks my cock. You gaze upon her lips and tongue as they dance all over my stiff, throbbing cock. And when you see her deep throat me... take the whole length of my manhood all the way down... and hear me moan out loud.... and throw my head back... you can take no more and have no choice but to look away.

But even though you are looking away... we are right next to you... so even though your eyes are closed... you have no trouble hearing her slurping and sucking on my hard cock. You know that she is using all of her considerable talents to make me cum. You know she wants my cum as much as you do and will apply every trick in the book to get that which she desires most.

As she continues to suck, your eyes begins to fill again with tears. They are not tears of pain and anguish, but tears of sadness and regret. "I have lost everything," you weep. "Master will have nothing further to do with me. I have failed. Yes, I will be punished... and then sent away. I will never again be allow to suck his cock and swallow his cum. Master will never touch me again."

Just when you think all hope is gone. You feel my hand touching your body. I stroke your back lightly as I trace my fingers down to your ass. You feel me trying to gently massage away the pain that was inflicted on you. My touch is tender and I hear you softly moan under my caress. With my other hand, I turn your face to mine. You do not look at me, you have learned the price of your audacious behavior.

"Look at me," I say quietly.

You bring your face up, but do not open your eyes. I bring my face close to your neck and begin to nuzzle and kiss you there. Slowly you feel yourself beginning to float on gossamer wings as I bring my lips up and nibble on your earlobe. All the sounds of the room fade away to nothing and all you hear is me whisper softly, "Do not fear, my Pet. You are better than all the others. I will never dismiss you. You are the one. The only one. Now... open your eyes."

At my words you smile brightly and obey my command, but when you open your eyes you are no longer in the deep cavernous dungeon. You have awaken from your terrifying nightmare. You realize that you are back in bed and in the compassionate and secure embrace of my arms. You feel my hands as they continues to caress your warm skin. You grin as you are greeted to the erotic sensation of my morning hard-on trying to burrow through your ass cheek.

As you blink the morning sleep out of your eyes you roll over to face me. It was all just a dream... a nightmare of sorts. You smile at me and I kiss you. "Good morning, Pet," I say to you as I stroke the hair from your face. "Are you ready to begin your new life?"

Pet. You like the sound of that. You radiate with such a fervid and lustrous intensity that you actually blush from head to toe. "Yes, Master. I am so very ready."

"Excellent," I say and hug you tightly. I bring my lips down on yours and kiss you deeply. You close your eyes as you return my passionate kiss. I deftly slip my hand down and part your thighs with it. I find the soft folds of your pussy and are not at all surprised to discover you are wet. I rub my fingers up and down your slippery cunt lips and then slide one finger deep inside, piercing you. This causes you to remove your mouth from mine and moan softly. You then open your eyes again and look longing into mine. You see lust and passion and caring and love in them. And you are no longer afraid. You know I will never leave you... never send you away. You are finally in the place that you have always wanted to be. You are home.

To be continued...