The Past Remembered

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

A muted *ring* from your cell.

A stammered hello then, "Eat every morsel of it or fuck your cunt. You choose which slut." *click*

 

[SexyChele]

Even the quiet beep of her cell phone jangled Patricia's nerves. She heard his voice, heard his command, before the phone went dead.

She placed it back on the table, and looked about quickly. So he was in here somewhere. One of these men, sitting and eating lunch so casually knew that she was sitting there, her pussy bared to the world, and knew of her growing humiliation!

As her cheeks flamed, she grabbed her fork and began to stab at her salad. Even though her stomach rebelled at the thought of food, she somehow managed to choke down the first few bites. After that, she simply ate, almost mechanically.

She felt some one staring, and glanced up. A man of about 30 was looking straight at her. He was seated at another table, his eyes on her. But his eyes were not on her face - no. His eyes were staring at a point just below the table, and she knew he could see her bared snatch.

Was that him? Was that her tormentor? He glanced up and noticed she was looking. The briefest of smiles crossed his face and he lifted his drink in mock salute. She tried to smile back, but her shame and humiliation would not allow her usual dazzling smile. She watched as the man across from her poked his lunch partner and indicated in her direction. Tears came to her eyes as she noticed the second man - who appeared to be in his late 30s - glance at her and then snap his head back to stare.

She wanted to cover herself, to bring her skirt back together, to run from this place! She wanted the phone to ring and tell her it was over!

And yet, she could feel a certain thrill at being watched, at being looked at. She knew those two men would go back to their offices, and she would be the topic of conversation for the rest of the afternoon. The thought caused a sudden sensation of wetness to coat her upper thighs.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

When you'd finished your salad your wetness glistened and shimmered in the low light under the table leaving no doubt of your arousal at your lewd display.

I slid a package onto the bar with a twenty dollar bill. Without turning I asked it be delivered to the 'lady' dressed as you were sitting on the back wall.

I added another five dollar bill for the waitress and asked no one know where it came from. My generosity ensured no one would.

I watched as she set it on the table, spoke briefly and shrugged after you spoke before turning to other tables and customers.

*Ring* *Ring*

A shaking hand held the cell to your ear.

"Answer more promptly next time slut or be punished understand?" I watch as you nod and listen to your stammered apology and assurances that you will.

"Don't hang up slut. Take the phone and the package and go to the ladie's room. Now."

A hesitation and agreement that made me smile at it's phrasing and off you went purse in hand. As you walked I watched the skirt flare open a bit with each careful step. You realized to large a step or a to fast one would 'flash' your pussy to whomever in front of you was watching.

In the bathroom you asked what you were to do and I said, "Open the package my slut. Look at the contents. If you can't figure out that their for tell me and I'll explain but I know Lacyslut will have No problems."

Inside of the package is a narrow thin belt with a strap the hangs down from it's back. The strap is wide at either end but tapers to a narrow strip between the wide parts. The front has two buckles. One for the obvious waist belt and one for the other strap. Also inside is a dildo and a small butt plug, also a small bottle of lubricant.

I hear your gasp of dismay and chuckle quietly and evilly as I wait.

 

[SexyChele]

She stared at the contents in the box, and her heart filled with dread. However, she felt even more shame at the fact that her cunt just got wetter. She looked at the stalls in the bathroom, and was thankful there was no one about.

"Well, slut? What are you waiting for? You do know what this is used for?"

The voice came over the phone, and she felt her throat constrict so much that when the words came, they were flat even to her own ears.

"Yes, I know what this is. I know how to use it."

"Then do it - NOW!"

Quickly she grabbed the box and hurried into one of the stalls. Thankfully, they were a little larger than average. She set the box on the back of the toilet and she placed the phone on the retractable shelf, hoping he would be able to hear every embarassing moment.

She raised her skirt slightly, and secured the belt around her waist. Then, dropping her skirt, she picked up the butt plug and applied a bit of lubricant on the tip. As the coolness touched against her ass she gasped, then groaned as she pushed the plug past the muscles of her anus. When the plug was secure within her, she could feel its length and width stretchin and probing her.

Next, she picked up the dildo, and ran it across the wetness of her slit, before sliding it into her pussy. She moaned deeply as she felt its thickness fill her. But the tip touched her cervix and she still had three inches that were not in her pussy. She picked up the phone.

"The dildo is too big! Too big by three inches - it won't fit."

"Then make it fit, slut. I know that Lacey wouldn't have any problem taking something that big up her nasty little cunt!"

Placing the phone back down, she worked the dildo in and out of her pussy, twisting and turning, trying to get it to sink deeper into her.

All of a sudden, the door to the restroom opened. Patricia froze, afraid to go on. The woman stepped into the stall next to where she was, and she could hear the woman begin to pee. She held her breath, but knew she would be expected to complete this task promptly. Images of the movie she had seen this morning being viewed by Michael kept flashing through her head.

Grasping the strap from behind, she pulled it forward, and pulled the end through the buckle. Holding her breath, she cinched it tight. She gasped and let out a small groan as she felt the additional two inches slam into her cunt, crushing against her cervix. As she worked the buckle to secure the fastening, she heard the woman next to her.

"Um, are you alright? Anything wrong?"

She froze, staring at the metal wall that separated them. She had to answer, yet the pressure of the plug and dildo being held firmly inside her body made speech difficult.

"Ah, yeah, I'm okay. I'm fine." She managed to stammer out. "Thanks for asking."

She heard the toilet flush, then the water flowing from the sink. Once again, she heard the door open and close, and breathed deeply. She grabbed the phone, putting it to her ear.

"Alright, everything is in place! Now what do you want me to do? And can I rebutton my skirt?" In a flash of a moment, her days of Lacey came back to her, and she added, "Please? May I?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

"Of course you may slut. At the table after you've seated yourself just as you sat before.
"I want to see you looking like the stuffed fuck hole slut that you are and I'll wager those two men would like to see it too don't you think so whore?
"I hope they're a good fit slut. They stay there all day, but to show you I can be merciful put some lube on the inside of the strap at your clit. I don't want it rubbed raw and keep it lubed slut allll afternoon."

A pause then I continue, "After work there will be a limo out front. Get in it.
"Once inside you'll find another box. Open it and follow all of the instructiong you find inside perfectly or else you will pay in a most painful way I assure you. Painslut or not I promise you won't enjoy it.
"Now, my fucktoy whore, back to your table."

*click*

 

[SexyChele]

She replaced the phone in her purse, then grabbed the lube and smoothed some along her clit. At first she did this in a very utilitarian way. But slowly, rubbing her clit and having her holes filled began to make her mind wander. She could feel her clit begin to swell, yet she also knew if she didn't put in an appearance in the restaurant, it would seem as if she had removed the articles.

As she stepped from the ladies room, she felt all eyes must certainly be on her. She felt she walked oddly - stiff and awkward. She walked slowly, not wanting her skirt to part too much as she made her way back to her table.

As she sat down, she gasped loudly as the dildo and butt plug were driven more deeply into her. The men on either side of her turned to look at her, a questioning look in their eyes. Patricia gingerly seated herself, giving each man a pained smiled.

"Miss? Are you alright? Anything the matter?" One man asked gallantly.

Hell, no, I'm not alright, she wanted to scream. I've got a fucking huge dildo crammed into my cunt and plug stretching my ass - how the hell do you think I would feel?? Instead -

"Ah, yes, I'm fine. The seat was a little colder than I expected, that's all. But thank you!"

She remembered to spread her legs, and her skirt fell away almost as if by itself. The bill was waiting for her, and she picked it up to look at it. As she glanced up, she noticed the two men from before smiling and pointing at her. She wondered if they were truly able to see anything at all, of if their imaginations were working over time. She fished her wallet from her purse, and pulled out the money needed to pay. When she looked back up at the two men, they saw her looking at them and immediately began making rude and obscene gestures with their tongue and fingers.

Disgusted, she slide from the seat, almost forgetting her skirt was unbuttoned. She sat back down quickly, and rebuttoned the few buttons bringing it down to mid-thigh. She glanced at the men across from her who were laughing and now looked at her with a pleading glance. One place his hands together as if in prayer and mouthed the word, "Please?"

A slut! That's what they thought of her!

She rose from the seat and tried to exit the restaurant with as much grace as any woman could who had a plug shoved up her ass and a dildo crammed in her cunt and whose clit was rubbing in a slippery mass against leather. By the time she walked back to the office, her body was on fire from want.

Periodically, throughout the afternoon, she would go to the ladies room, and re-lube her clit. Even with the lube, the nub of pleasure was become sensitive to almost any touch. Work was almost impossible - all she could concentrate on was the fullness she felt. By 3:30, she gave up and only pretended to be doing her job.

At 5, she powered down her computer and cleaned off her desk. Nervously she walked from the building. It was Friday, and she somehow wondered if she would be back Monday. By the time she reached curbside, she was extremely uncomfortable in avery pleasurable way.

And, yes, there is was. A big. black limo was waiting at the curb and she walked up to it.

"Miss Hennesey?" The driver's use of her porn name startled her. Did he know her true identity? How much had he been let on about who she was?

"Um, yes. Is this for me?"

"Certainly, ma'am. Let me get the door."

As he stepped forward, she found herself feeling awkward in front of those she worked with.

"Michael is getting pretty high-brow, don't you think, Patricia?" One of her office mates asked.

She just smiled briefly and gave a wave before getting into the big black car. She winced slightly as her body came in contact witht he seat, then settled.

"That is for you, Miss." The driver point at the box on the opposite seat.

"Thank you. Do you know where we are going?"

"Yes, Miss. We'll be there shortly."

The door shut quietly, and she reached for the box. She heard the driver get in, and then she rolled up the window between herself and the driver. With shaking fingers she opened the box.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

The contents of the box were wrapped in paper on top of which was a rose stem with all of it's thorns and a single remaining blood red petal and an envelope.

With a sense of trepidation you open the envelope after moving the rose, wondering at it's symbolism.

The letter:

"Hello my Lacyslut,
First of all you were superb at the Pub this afternoon. I'll have to share the tape with you. Perhaps another CD for your collection.

Second, the rose has a myraid of meaning historically but for you and I it will mean this.
The stem and it's thorns are for your stregnth and the pain I'll give you and you'll revel and thrive on, be aroused by and beg for.
The single petal is to show you that even with the pain, humiliation and depravity I will give you, I truly do care for and about you Lacyslut. If I didn't would have gone to the trouble and expense to track you down and do what I've been doing to and with you?
I think not.

Third, you will now remove your belt and the toys. They have served their intended purpose and will do so again, rather frequently in fact.

After you've taken them out and off you will strip Lacyslut. In the compartment to your left you will find wet wipes, oils and sundry other things you may wish to use. Feel free to do so.

In the box is a dress, stockings and heels.
You will put them all on for me.
You will also find a thin patent leather collar with a tag reading "HH" you will put that around your neck and lock it, as it's your passport or entry key to where you're heading.
Finally you will also put on the padded leather cuffs that are in there and lock them on too.

Once you've dressed as instructed, fixed your makeup to make you look even lovlier and your hair place everything you took off and your purse in the tote bag you'll find their.

Upon arrival and entry the tote back will be taken from you and you'll be given a check for it's return when you leave.

Tonight, my Lacyslut, you will truly become mine in mind and body. Tonight I will take full possession of what I own. Fight it and you'll be punished. Rebel and you know the consequences.
Your Owner"

Quietly playing in the background on the limo's has been a blending of Chopin, Buddish monks chanting with the haunting bass they do, and deep in the background something else barely detectable.

Resigned, albeit apprehensive, you peel back and paper and see a silk dress. It's color will certainly be highly flattering to your skin tones and hair color.

Setting the box down and lifting it out you see it's a very daring sheath cut low in front and back. In fact, you guess, it will probably reach the apex of your ass cleft. The patent leather heels with buckle ankle straps are in a deep red matching the collar and cuff color and the 'tag' on the collar has an 18kt yellow gold tag with a very decorative script "HH" on it. The stockings are 'nude' thigh high stockings.

You disrobe, as you know you must, and set your things aside. The wet wipes are used to remove makeup and the day's accumulations of juices and persperation. It has been a trying time since lunch and you have been very wet all afternoon.

Into the dress first and your guess was correct. Even though you must kneel in the limo, reaching behind you can feel the top beginning of your cleft and in front it dips to nearly your navel, but the wide silk panels do cover your breasts even if they do show a lot of cleavage and your nipples are clearly defined by the fine silk fabric.

Stockings and heels, then cuffs and collar with the gold tag centered above your impressive cleavage and you use the limo's mirror to do your makeup and hair.

Just as you finish the driver says on the intercom, "Miss it will be approximately another 30-45 minutes to your destination. If you wish refreshment the bar is fully stocked and the small refrigerator contains fruit and canapes."

The volume of the music increases a bit and changes. Now you hear a Gregorian chant intermingled with the sounds of a woman both engaging in sex and being subjected to pain. Her cries sound familiar and it's a shock to realize it's your voice that you're listening to and it's obvious, as you beg for more of both, you love both the pain and the sex you're experiencing. The Gregorian chanting with an occasional Buddist deep bass tone adds an ominious tone as you listen.

The time passes as you listen to the same thing over and over, the volume control doesn't work so you can't turn it off or down.

 

[SexyChele]

The dress was far more revealing that she had worn in quite some time. The heels, though classy, were extremely high, and she wondered how she was going to exit the limo gracefully, let alone walk. But she had a feeling she was going to do very little in the way of walking this evening.

She fingered the tag on the collar, and wondered what "HH" stood for. She could think of no one in her life with those initials. She crossed her legs, and was in the midst of thought, when the chauffeur interjected the idea of refreshment. Yes, she needed a drink. And with the looks of what was to happen this evening, she would need a rather stiff one.

She leaned forward, and opened the small cabinet, quickly locating the Jack Daniels. She placed a few ice cubes in a glass, then poured 3 fingers into it. She sat back, taking a sip and letting the liquid warmth seep down her throat and warm her stomach.

Obviously, with the collar she was to be presented somewhere - to be shown off as a symbol of being owned, and to be displayed in whatever manner "HH" had in mind. She thought back to her days as a porn starlet. Many times she had been brought to parties and other functions, only to be the source of entertainment. The memories flooded back, unwelcome. Rooms opulently furnished, and sometimes not, naked with the exception of stockings and heels, servicing as many men as wanted a sample of her. Would that be tonight's program? Or had "HH" planned something else?

The sound in the limo started to drill itself into her brain until she realized what it was. As she flipped the switch for volume control, she realized it wasn't working. She called up to the driver, asking him to lower the sound, but his responce was that he had his orders and he was not to lower the sound system.

Damn! She was beginning to see how much control "HH" had over her now. A few more sips of the amber liquid and she had formulated her own plan.

For tonight at least, she could not be Patricia. Patricia would not be able to survive this. No. Tonight she would bring back Lacey - only she was tough enough to deal with anything that was thrown at her. She smiled as she finished her drink, then leaned forward to pour another. Thinking she would would need more of her faculties, she only poured a small amount into the glass, just enough to take the edge off the tension she was feeling.

When the limo pulled to a stop, she was feeling quite good. Not drunk, not really tipsy, just loose and open. Maybe by enjoying herself she could thwart whatever plan "HH" had for her.

The door opened, and the driver reached his hand in for her.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

As the limo slowed, you watched through the tinted windows and saw it pass a pair of stone columns on either side of the drive supporting ornate iron gates. There was a guard at the gates and the limo stopped so the driver could speak briefly with him before it continued on and the gates began to shut behind it.

A winding drive with woods on either side until the drive opened onto a large expanse of grass and flowers with erotic topiary here and there on the lawn. Over the crest of a rolling hill and as the driveway curved you see a large mansion on the crest of the next hill.

The limo pulls up and parks under the portico. The driver came around and opened your door, extended his hand and helped you out with a very appreciative look.

"Miss, you look lovely I must say. I do hope that you enjoy yourself and that I'm fortunate enough be your driver again Miss."

He reaches in and hands you your tote bag. As he does you notice for the first time a very small and framed "HH" on the door of the limo. It's handed to you and he walks toward the driver's door again.

You walk to the front door and see a small brass plaque that reads "The Hidden Hedonists" just above the door knocker. There is no bell apparent.

As you reach for the doorknocker, the door opens and a liveried man and a woman in a French maid's uniform are standing there. "Good evening Miss and welcome. My name is Jarvis," he says in a very obvious English accent, "Welcome Miss. Your tag is you entry pass. Please do come in."

He steps aside and holds out his hand for your bag. When you hand him the bag he gives it the maid and hands you the token she gives him. "This is Yvette and she will be your maid for you duration of your stay with us. If you wish anything just ask and she will provide any service requested.
"Isn't that correct Yvette?"

"Oui. Any service at all Madame requests," she replies in a very lovely French accent. The implications are very obvious.

"Now Miss Yvette will show you to your room. After you've freshened up, if you feel the need, just ask Yvette to escort you and she'll be pleased to show you the grounds and gardens as well as the public rooms.
"If you'll excuse me I have other duties to attend to now Miss." He turns and walks across the immense foyer and through a doorway.

Yvette escorts you to a small suite of rooms consisting of a sitting room, a large bed room and a very well appointed bathroom with separate bathing area that contains a tub large enough for four people with built in jaccuzi jets.
She then opens a closet and filled with various articles of clothing from casual to fetish wear. "Miss, all of these are for your use. He has requested that you remain as you're dressed now though.
"Oh, before you ask Miss, I've been forbidden to reveal his name to you.
"May Yvette do anything for you now Miss?"

 

[SexyChele]

She was overcome by the understated elegance of the house she found herself in. Yes, Lacey had been in the homes of some of the wealthiest men in America - always on the sly, of course. Wouldn't do for a public man's image to have it known that porn stars frequented their homes.

She followed the maid to the suite of rooms, and her jaw dropped momentarily as she walked in. The room was beautifully decorated, and when the closet was opened, she was amazed at the amount of various clothing it contained. Suddenly a grip of fear fell upon her - what if he had no designs on letting her leave? What if she was to be his captive? Who would know where she was? It would be as if she had simply disappeared. As fear clutched at her, she barely heard the maid's voice.

Lacey looked at the girl. She was very attractive. Lacey suspected she had either been a porn star, or was trying to become one. As she looked at the maid, she knew that playing with her might be quite arousing and fun. And Lacey also realized that there were probably half a dozen cameras and bugs in this room, ready to record anything and everything she did. Why give this man any fodder than she already had?

"No, Yvette, not at the moment, thank you."

"Oui, Mademoseille."

Lacey arched her eyebrow at the girl, and suddenly wondered if the French accent was real or a put on. She stepped towards the bathroom, and was overwhelmed when she saw it. It was fit for royalty. Huge and spacious, with giant fluffy towels and all the toiletries one could think to have use of.

Walking up to the vanity, Lacey took a washcloth and wetted it. Running it over her face and neck, she felt the water trickle between her breasts and shivered. Grabbing a hand towel, she dried her face and neck, then meticulously reapplied her makeup. She brushed her hair until it hung like silk around her face and grazed her shoulders. On the spur of the moment, Lacey grabbed her hair and twisted it up, securing it. Yvette quickly stepped forward, pins in hand, to work on Lacey's hair. After it was put up, Yvette worked tiny tendrils to frame Lacey's neck and face.

Spritzing on a bit of perfume, Lacey was finally pleased with what she saw. She turned to Yvette, and smiled.

"Okay, I'm ready."

"I'm sorry, Mademosielle. We must wait for Master to call for you."

A quick retort was on the tip of Lacey's tongue, but she decided it best to hold it back. She remembered the bugging equipment most probably throughout the room, and the last thing she needed was to have this man record her true thoughts of him.

Instead, she walked over to where a small tray with various bottles of alcohol had been set up. She poured herself a small drink - had to keep hold of most of her faculties tonight - and sat down in a comfortable chair to brood and mull over her drink.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

I arrived at the Hidden Hedonist’s mansion and estate about 3 hours after Lacyslut should have arrived. While en route, a cell phone call to the mansion left instructions for her to be dressed in the leather strapped ensemble with the lockable collar, lockable ankle and wrist cuffs and the thin leather full head hood with the clip on blindfold and cock gag. All was to be in place and her blindfold too, but not the gag, on my arrival.

I was looking forward to seeing her with her lovely breasts in the leather strap bonds, the crotch strap holding the vibrator and butt plug in her cunt and asshole. Unable to see anything, barely able to hear anything through the leather hood with the nice tight lacing up the back of her head all reducing her to a slut with greatly enhanced tactile senses. Senses that will be used over and over to bring her to the brink of screaming orgasms and will reduce her to just what she is, a slut, a fucktoy and a painwhore and naturally My Property.

Once attired and accoutered as I wished, I instructed that she be put on display in the foyer with a sign that she could be touched, but not used in any other way. I had no doubt that in the hour or so it would take me to arrive my Lacyslut would be dripping wet and oh so needy.

I pulled up under the portico and left the car for Fred or one of the others to park then bring my bags to the suite. As I entered, the first thing I saw was my Lacyslut. She was kneeling on pillows on a table facing the door. Her wrist cuffs were clipped to her ankle cuffs bending her backwards and pushing out her impressive and bound breasts. Her knees were tied to either side of the table to keep her well spread. Below her crotch was a silver saucer and her arousal was evident by the small pool of her juices in it and the slow dripping from her crotch strap adding to it drip by drip.

Her nipples were hard and a lovely cherry red. Her breasts were a nice deep red showing how much blood was trapped by the bondage straps around them. There were light scratches on both as well as on her inner thighs showing that she had been ‘enjoyed’ by other guests and perhaps by an employee or two.

I moved to her side and cupped a breast and squeezed it. My fingers slowly dug into her tight, hard tit meat as I said just loudly enough for her to hear me, “Hello my Lacyslut. Your Owner has arrived and does like how you look kneeling like this for me."

“Is my slut, whore’s cunt as wet as it appears to be from the pool under your crotch? Is your cunt in need of fucking my slut?” I asked as I ran a fingertip that I'd dipped into the bowl around her lips.

 

[SexyChele]

When Yvette told her it was time to go, Lacey believed she was to be led to a great room of sorts - a party. Her amazement came when she was lead into a room that was rather spartan, but held many closets. Yvette had told her the instructions were that she was to take off the dress she had been wearing. At first she was hesitant to do so. But she was determined to play the part of Lacey as good as she had.

What happened then, was almost more than Lacey could expect. A hood was placed over her head, and then she felt hands and fingers attaching cuffs to her. She felt her body invaded with vibrator and butt plug, held tightly by a strap. Her breasts were bound tightly, and soon the heat from them radiated from her body. Eventually she was lead from the room, and guided to another place - yet all remained dark beneath the hood.

One of the servants lifted her up onto a table, and she felt pillows placed beneath her knees. Then she felt her wrists locked to her ankles, arching her back and increasing the humiliation that was building up inside of her.

She gasped when the first set of fingers traced over her hot breasts. She cried out at the feel of the fingertips on the insides of her thighs. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming, at the humiliation she felt at being used.

Yet, the vibrator within her could not be denied, and she felt her body responding to it. Moving slowly, trying not to let anyone know, she could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter.

Then, suddenly, his voice was in her ear.

“Is my slut, whore’s cunt as wet as it appears to be from the pool under your crotch? Is your cunt in need of fucking my slut?”


She felt his fingers on her pussy lips, even as she held her breath. She tried to speak, but wasn't sure if he would hear her through the hood. She knew what the "correct" answer should be, and that somehow coincided with what she truly wanted.

"Yes, Master, my cunt is indeed in need of a fucking, please." She nodded her head, just in case her words were muffled.

And, yet, after her words were spoken, she wondered what new forms of torture and pain he had in mind for her.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

"Good answer my Lacyslut, very good in fact. You'll be rewarded for using the proper form of address."

"As for the fuck you said you need, in time my slut, in time. . . but not yet. For now I think that I'll leave you dripping wet and needy. In fact I think you could use some exercise my Lacyslut. I'll get you down from your display table and lead you around on your slut leash and each time we stop walking you'll stand with your legs apart and your back arched to show off and display your tits and your pussy to whomever may choose to look at you and them is that very clear slut?
"You will obey any and every instruction, order or command I give you slut or you will be punished as you were at the park, or perhaps even more harshly. I know how the pain excites and arouses you little painslut, so perhaps just letting you be aroused over and over and over without any release permitted would be a suitable punishment, after the painful lesson was taught of course.
"What do you think my Lacyslut? Would that be a good punishment for you?"

 

[SexyChele]

His words caused a shiver of fear and uncertainty to run down her spine. To be put on display, to be fondled and touched by whomever this man wanted was even more humiliation than she’d had to put up with in her porn star days.

Before she could respond, she already felt him releasing her wrists and felt the tug of a leash attached to her throat.

“Well, slut? Or shall we begin your punishment here and now?”

Keeping her head lowered, her flushed face heating the inside of the hood, she knew there could only be one answer.

“Yes, Master, that would be very good punishment for this slut. She needs to be punished to remind her of Your authority over her.”

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

"Oh My Lacyslut never fear. I will hurt you over and over for our mutual pleasure and when needed I will certainly punish you. Painfully and otherwise as I deem fitting to the offense."

As I've been speaking I've been releasing you from your position on the display table. Once your fastenings and bindings are lose I turn you so that you face me and ease your legs over the edge of the table. Stepping between them, "Now my little slutty painwhore wrap them around me and pull me close until all feeling has returned to both legs. I don't wish you to look less that graceful or to fall and injury yourself."

I smile as you obey and I feel your heat and wetness when you pull me so that we're crotch to crotch. A hand cups the back of your head and pulls you to my mouth for a hard but passionfilled kiss. My other hand freely plays with your lovely tits and hard nipples as the kiss goes on and on.

At last the kiss ends and I move back. When you're ready I assist you to stand and then remove your blindfold. Once you're able to see again, in the bright foyer lighting, you find that I have on a tight leather half hood with a full face mask. Only my blue eyes and my mouth are uncovered.

Gripping your leash I turn and with a "Heel my hot, wet little bitch." and a tug on the leash off we go.

The first room that we enter is a large library with several people in various states of dress and undress either standing around or browsing the shelves; which contain books, video cassettes and audio cassettes. A few stand talking in the center of the library. You're led in their direction. As we slowly approach, "Should I send you for a tape of either kind or a book this is where you'll find it slut. All are alphabetically or numerically shelved starting on the right side as you enter with the "A's" and "1's".

The people turn and greet me variously with Hi's and Hello Sir's. Each looks at you as we stop and you assume the instructed position.

A man says to me, "I saw you're new bitch in the foyer Brother. She has delightfully heavy and firm tits Brother and a wonderfully juicy cunt."

"Why thank you Friend. Care to touch her again and sample her juiciness once more. If so feel free."

"In fact any of you may do so."

"Slut, unbuckle the crotch strap in front and I'll do the back buckle to remove it. I wish all of your fuck holes available to my friends should they care to test them."

The handle of the leash is placed in your mouth to hold then I begin to unbuckle the rear part of the crotch strap.

 

[SexyChele]

As she enters the room, Lacey feels the eyes raking over her body. She is almost thankful for the fact that submission demands she keeps her eyes lowered – she could not take the stares openly.

In her mind, she tried desperately to place the blue eyes hidden behind the hood of her captor, but her mind ran a blank. No one she could remember had eyes that shade of blue. No one she could remember had ever kissed her like that.

She was lost in thought when suddenly her captor’s voice issued the command for her to unstrap herself. She tasted the leather of the leash pushed into her mouth, and clamped down on it with her lips. Her fingers found the buckle to the crotch strap in front, just as she felt her tormentor’s fingers at her back. The strap between her legs fell away, and almost instantly the tops of her thighs were coated with her juices. The leash was pulled from between her lips, and the slight tug at her throat reminded her of her next duty.

She placed her hands behind her back, her arms bent at the elbows, her fingers grasping the forearm of the opposite arm. She was aware that her position caused her breasts to rise appealingly, her nipples hard from the air-conditioned room. She spread her legs as far as they would go, very much aware that the juices glistening on her sex was visible to anyone who cared to look.

Lacey kept her eyes lowered, looking at the legs and feet of people who came near to her, and watched as their hands reached out and touched and stroked her body. Some one’s fingers grazed her cheek, then lightly slid along her lips. Another’s fingers found her pussy, and she heard an accompanying laugh as the fingers easily slid across her lips. She gasped slightly as another set of fingers pinched her ass hard – she knew she would have a bruise there tomorrow. She felt a tug at her throat, and knew she was to keep silent, to allow this humiliation and degradation to be played out on her body for the pleasure of her captor and his friends.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut"s Owner:

"Lift her breasts if you wish. Feel their weight, their firmness. Feel how taut her asscheeks are and how wet and puffy her pussy lips are too.
"If you'd like give her a taste of her own juices, her ass she loves both. . . don't you my slut?"

"Sister you're little one looks thirsty. Perhaps you'd like to let her drink. There's plenty of juice for her to enjoy."

As I've been speaking to my friends and associates a hand has insinuated itself between the cheeks of your ass and a finger slowly pushes deeper and deeper into your ass, moves around and strokes all of it's walls then literally jerks out again.

A hand appears in front of your face and you're sense of smell tells you where's it's been as a finger is slowly slid into your mouth letting you taste what you know is coming.

As you suck on the finger a slender woman wearing only a bustier moves in front of you and kneels. She looks past your bound breasts as she slowly leans forward opening her mouth and just as slowly extending her tongue. There's a happy little twinkle in her eyes, along with a bit of sympathy. For your plight perhaps?

 

[SexyChele]

The finger in her mouth made her stomach turn over – but not entirely without pleasure. The old sense of nastiness, of taboo was returning to Lacey once more. She remembered the sense of pleasure from the praise she received when she performed well for those present.

She watched as the young woman kneeled in front of her, the soft lips opening, the delicate pink tongue coming towards her. Lacey glanced up at the man she could only refer to as her “Master”. Would sharing with this other woman please him? Or cause him to become angry? Would Lacey be petted for sharing with this woman? Or would she be publically punished for not serving the wishes of her “Master” and his friends?

Her mind in a whirl, Lacey opened her lips slightly and pulled back from the finger. The other woman’s lips pressed against her own, their softness feeling very much the same as hers. She felt the other woman’s tongue snake into her mouth, sliding along the finger. Lacey slid her mouth off further, still keeping one side of the finger in her mouth, watching as the other woman began to suck and lick just as Lacey was doing.

She felt the other woman’s breasts rub against her own, and her swollen, bound breasts began to tingle. Suddenly, she wanted to feel this other woman’s lips and tongue on her nipples – to feel her biting Lacey’s nipples until she thought she would explode. Yet, she knew pleading would not help her. She was at the direction of the man who held her leash.

Suddenly the collar around her throat gave a tug, and Lacey gasped as she felt the leash snap against her throat.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

"Now reach down and pull your shaven lips wide so she can taste you and drink your juices, can suck them from you.
"Remember my slut release without my consent and it's your pussy and cunt that will suffer the consequences."

As he finishes speaking, the other person's hand presses down on the one kissing you's shoulder. Her hair tickles it's way down your body until she kneeling in front of your feet alternately looking into your eyes and following your moving hands.

 

[SexyChele]

Lacey brought her hands around and spread her pussy lips wide. She heard a few sighs mixed in with more than one snicker, and she knew she looked the part of the perfect slut opening herself simply because she was directed to do so.

She looked into the other woman’s eyes and watched as she made her way down Lacey’s body. When the other woman’s tongue began to probe Lacey’s cunt, she could not resist moving her hips with the movements of the other woman. She knew her pussy lips and clit were swollen and so ready to explode, but she hadn’t realized she was this close.

As the girl concentrated on her clit, Lacey tried to move her hips to redirect her – she knew she mustn’t orgasm too quickly! The girl was insistent, however, and no matter what Lacey did, she kept returning to the engorged clit, sucking and licking it. Lacey threw her head back, trying to concentrate on something other than the tongue attempting to pull an orgasm from her.

Suddenly, Lacey knew she would not win the fight – her body was demanding release, screaming for it, and she needed it as she had not needed anything else.

“Master, please, may I cum?” She cried out in desperation, her voice quivering.

Already her body was beginning to spasm, even as she tried to hold back the orgasm that was inevitable,

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

"Leave her clit slut. Instead suck the juices from the little bitch's cunt."

"No slut. Hold it as we decide," I say chuckling low and wickedly.

"My friends what do you think. Shall I permit the slut to orgasm for your viewing pleasure, for the pleasure of listening to her sounds as she does?"

"No."

"Oh yes."

"Yes that would be fun to hear and watch Friend."

"Of course not. It's much early in the evening."

"Hmm, it seems we have a tie. Two for her releasing and two against," I say looking around at their faces. Then looking down at the Mistress's lil slut sucking Lacy's cunt, "You decide lil slut. I hope you choose as your Mistress would have you choose."

Her eyes looked into mine, but as her Mistress was behind her couldn't look to her for guidance and Lacyslut's thighs had muffled the voices as they pressed to the sides of her head as she sucked and tongue fucked Lacy.

She looked into Lacy's eyes and felt what she was feeling as she'd been there frequently herself. Perhaps it was empathy or sympathy but she chose to vote "Yes".

Her head was now clear of Lacyslut's thighs so she could clearly hear a low feminine growl from behind her eliciting an immediate shudder of fear. She realized she'd guessed wrong or at least voted against her Mistress.

"Eat her slut. You voted yes to give her your best efforts and try to make her orgasm as she tries to fight it as she begs permission."

 

[SexyChele]

Lacey looked imploringly towards the man who now claimed her, yet she found no answer in his eyes. She looked down at the girl between her thighs, whose tongue was lashing her own clit hard and fast. A small corner of Lacey’s mind felt for the girl for she had displeased her Mistress, and Lacey knew the girl would be punished for that.

At the moment, Lacey’s knees were buckling, and her body beginning to shake and spasm. Fighting for control, her body drenched in sweat, she looked towards the man who she must now call Master.

“Please Sir, may I cum? I cannot hold it back for long – ARGH!” Lacey cried out as her body tipped over the edge of bliss, giving into the girl’s lips and tongue. Lacey’s body shook violently as she cried out in the midst of her passion. She urgently wanted to press the girl’s face deeper into her cunt, but Lacey managed to keep her hands behind her back – somehow.

The orgasm washed over her as a violent wave, crashing with a force Lacey had not known existed previously. As the pleasure subsided, Lacey was left breathless, struggling to maintain her balance, fearing to look into those cool blue eyes.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

"Tch. Tch. Tch.. You've failed your first test my slut. It seems a lesson is in order. Follow me and it will be taught immediately."

"Excuse me my friends. I have a disobedient slut to punish. She her release was forbidden without my permission and now, as she disobeyed, she must pay for letting it happen."

I turn and walk from the room, you at my side. We walk deeper into the mansion and come to a doorway concealed by a tall painting. I press and it opens revealing a flight of stairs leading down into deep gloom only broken by the flickering of gas lights on the walls.

"You first slut."

As you descend I watch your ass moving and jiggling and know it will be one of the places I will fuck you and very soon. We reach the bottom of the stairs and you can see a long corridor before you with doors on either side. Again the only illumination are the flickering gas lights.

"Now my disobedient bitch select a door that doesn't have the "OCCUPIED" sign on it. Behind the door you select will be how you're punished. You will choose without knowing what's inside until I've opened the door, but you will choose your own method of punishment.
"Now go and choose slut."

 

[SexyChele]

She got up slowly and followed the man she was to recognize as Master. The long dark stairs at first set her heart racing - but was it from fear or desire?

As she walked down the stairs, she could feel his eyes on her, and she was tempted to add a certain wiggle simply out of defiance. However, she knew she was in enough trouble and decided not to incur anymore wrath.

As they stepped into the hallway, she listened to his announcement. Behind each door must be a dungeon of sorts, and she doubted there would be only one device in each. Rather, she suspected there might be one major piece of hardware, with plenty of "extras" to increase her Master's desires.

She looked from one door to the next, and found a good deal of them were occupied. She listened carefully, yet no sound escaped into the hallway. Either all slaves were gagged sufficiently, or the rooms were extraordinarily sound-proofed. Lacey suspected the later.

She walked down the hallway, not certain if her best choice would be near other people, or away from them. She stopped mid-hallway, and turned to the door on her left. It was vacant, and she turned to her owner.

"Open it, slut."

Turning towards the door, she turned the knob and opened it cautiously. The room was rather large, and light by the same lights that were in the hallway. However, brighter lighting was installed and could be used if a Master so desired. Her glance fell to the walls where she noticed the paddles, quirts, and whips. These she knew could cause enough pain to make her scream her pain. But it was the apparatus that dominated the room that caused her heart to sink, and to suddenly wish she had choosen another room.



Phoenix - Huggs and Kisses and congrats on reaching "Guru"!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lacyslut's Owner:

A hand in the middle of your back pushes, as I enter behind you, propelling you into the room gently but forcefully. The door closes and, with a sound of finality, is locked with an audible click followed by a second softer click. "That will display the occupied sign slut. Now we won't be disturbed.
"You've chosen a most fitting room for your punishment. That apparatus is called the Devil's Horse. In ancient times one was placed on it and weights added to the legs until the pelvis was split or the person was lifted using their arms tied behind their back with weights on the legs and dropped over and over again until the pelvis was split."

I pause so you can look at it and absorb what I've said then continue, "However, those had sharp edges and as you can see this one top edge is more rounded and I certainly wouldn't wish to damage my slut permanently now would I ?
"Now would I? You wouldn't be any fun to play with if your pelvis was split in two; however, I can't see any reason the pussy that caused your release shouldn't suffer for your lack of control. Now hold still while I remove the crotch strap and toys from your cunt and asshole slut. We wouldn't wish anything to be in the way and interfere with your riding the Horse now would we?"

The strap is removed, each toy is pulled from your fuck holes as you bend over, hands on knees, to make it easier for me and expose yourself at the same time. I can't resist pushing two fingers from each hand into your open holes and wiggling them for my pleasure and to add to your humiliation and torment as you stand bent and open to me.

As I'm finger fucking your cunt and ass, "Now my slut, my little painslut whore, lets see just how much of a painslut you really are and how much from your movies was acting."

The fingers are pulled out of you and your ass is swatted nice and hard before I continue speaking, "Now my slutty cumslut mount the Horse. Do notice as you do that the center section is sealed wood, but pay particular attention to either end. I hope you'll like the feel of the tightly knapped carpet on the front end and the extra fine sandpaper on the other end as you slide back and forth. I know you'll do your best to remain still, but I don't think that you'll succeed for very long slut.
"Mount now and extend your arms over your head."

Glancing up you see an apparatus that will cuff your arms above your head and hold them there. You also see tracks in the floor on either side of the Horse. Each track has a chain and cuff that's fastened to rollers allowing each to slide back and forth the length of the Horse.