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I lapped up every drop of his cum like a suckling babe. He then probed my cunt to explore my piercings. I had been denied for so long it was hard to keep from cumming the instant he touched me but I knew better. And shortly Master was hard again and he penetrated me deeper and harder then I had ever been. (MF, d/s, s/m, toys, exh, beast) *** Author note: The materials in this story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. If you are disgust by BDSM please read no further. MF, sex-fetish. bestiality all characters and acts are fictional. *** Steve had done his homework much to my surprise. But then nothing about Steve should have surprised me. He was successful, intelligent and completely charismatic. I had long since fallen in love with him. I met Steve by chance. At least, I believed that it was chance encounter. But I now wonder. I was sitting alone at small quiet Bistro, that I light to frequent. I was sipping a Cognac and was lost in the rhythms of the jazz singer. I did not see him enter but I felt his awesome presence as he took the place beside me at the bar. He was tall, red headed with an understated look of success but you immediately knew that he got whatever he wanted. Especially woman! I was stunned when he asked me if I came here often. I not the type of woman that this type of drop dead gorgeous man tends to be attracted to. I am smart and somewhat pretty, a pound or two over weight. I have caramel colored skin and glasses that I slid to the side as he began spoke to me. He order me another and one for himself and we retired to a quiet table at the back. We talked for hours. Not of business, but of places and dreams and feeling. I did not know what he did, where he was from. But knew instantly, that I loved him and that somehow our future would entwined. As the evening drew to a close, we looked around to see that the singer had long since retired for the evening. We were quite alone. Steve looked at his watch for the first all evening. "I need to go." I gave him my number. "Camille, let me drive you home." "I live just around the corner." So we walked. He said goodnight. In an instant he was gone. I know this kind of man, this dream, would never call. I had learned that much in 35 years. So I decided to enjoy the evening for what it was and not ruin it by wishing for what would never be. You see, I am realist and perhaps a tad bit jaded. Experience in this town taught me that. So I went on with life and true to my expectation I heard nothing from Steve. Three or four months went by and he was there as suddenly as he was there. "Remember me?" "Yes," I said softly. Unable to hide the smile which betrayed my feelings. "Yes, it's good to see you again." I decided not to lead with any of the several sarcastic comments that could have escaped my mouth. "Sorry I did not call I was out of the country." He then told me that he was a "venture" capitalist of sorts with a bent for offbeat but profitable deals. He ran a company of diverse people who could put interesting deal together all over the world. I could tell that he had power and influence that he was not afraid to use. But why was he attracted to me. I was smart, yes! Good at what I did, recruit people. But I was again lost in his presence. We talked and closed the place again. He walked me home and asked me for a kiss and after lingering a bit, he was gone again. Now I was totally confused and in love. I realized I still knew little about him. Not even his last name so I could check out his story. So I went back to my life but the vision of Steve nagged on just below the surface. Months later things took an incredible turn. I had a dark secret that I had not revealed to Steve or anyone else besides few trusted partners. Over the last 5 years I had become a lifestyle submissive. During the week I went about my normal vanilla life and on the weekend I was tied and tortured and humiliated. It was a passion no ordinary man could sate. I never revealed this to Steve. One day several months hence, two men knocked at my door, They said they worked for Woodward Ventures. I came close to slamming the door in their faces when they produced a letter from Steve. "Camille, my dear, I hope that you remember the wonder discussions we had at Chez Kaya's. Indulge me! Come with these gentleman who are in my employ. They will see to your welfare, I promise. I unfortunately could not come myself. Steve." Stunned to disbelief. I asked the two well dressed me to give me five to get my act together. I dressed quickly in a simple a short black dress that highlighted all my best features. I looked in the mirror glad that my hair was freshly braided, nails done to perfection. I reached down and remember the freshly shaven pubis and wondered if I would get the opportunity to explain all this to Steve. When I was ready and I left my house flanked my Steve's men. I entered a limo with ‘WA' on the side. I was asked to make self comfortable. There was a set of head phones in the back. "The boss would like you to listen." "Camille, my dear." It was Steve's voice. "We have been holding out on each other. You never told about your little weekend extra curricula activities." How in the name of God did he know about that. "And I did not tell you my affinity for sweet little chocolate slaves. So now is the time see how serious we both are. I have a proposal... You have 5 minutes and 5 minutes only to decide. I offer you 1 million dollars to be my total absolute slave to do with as I please for a period I deem appropriate. During that time I will pay all your expenses at the end of your service to me you will have a Swiss bank account in your name with a balance of one million dollars. But you much come now, leave all identity behind. Leave your old life and all your free choice. My pet consider, do you really want to live the life of a slave? I will tell you nothing more than a promise not kill you or maim you in anyway. Now decide, my pet." With that the recording ended in utter earth shattering silence. A small gold stop watch was handed to me. My mind was reeling in disbelief. I knew Steve was powerful mysterious but I had not a clue of his dark side and..and wondered just how dark that side might it be. My first instinct was to flee. But Steve had done his homework well. He knew of my failed marriage, my restlessness, my sense of adventure and reckless nature. My business was slow and I had creeping money problems...But total power exchange in its purest form. I had played at being a slave. Nothing more and only fantasized about such things. But the reality of living it???? I looked up and 3 minutes had passed when I took note of my body. My nipples stood erect, cunt dripping, my skin tingling. I was stunned by my own reaction. I always considered my decisions, sorted out all the facts. Now I did not have any of that but was making perhaps the most important decision of my life. Before I knew it my words betrayed me as well and I uttered yes Steve, yes yes!" In a instant a contract was placed in front of me that laid out the terms in Steve's recording it was signed by me and witnessed. The agreement was complete as was my enslavement. One of the men handed me a cell phone. It was Steve. "I am so pleased you have decided to join our little family." I whispered my fear. "Don't be frightened, pet. Your joys have only just begun. I have a few orders for you. Before you come to me you must be properly prepared. My men will see to your preparation and I will be anxiously awaiting your arrival. Follow their orders as if they were from my lips. Now. my pet, remove all you clothes immediately and leave then there. You have no further need of them. My drivers are quite use to this, so fear not. You will be making a stop along the way." I started to protest. His tone markedly changed, Steve said, "Pet, I will let that go! As you are new to my service. And not use to your new life. Again and you will be punished. You have no voice unless I permit you one. When we meet I will let you know my commands. But until them I can assure you that I have incredible ways to teach a wayward slave." Steve laughed ominously. I shuddered with fear and said no more. As I took off me clothes I considered that this was going to be a very long limo ride. And indeed it was, giving me lots of time naked, exposed and vulnerable, wondering just what I had gotten myself into. I was really a novice and knew that things went on in the scene that I had no clue about. I was well going to find out so I settled in the silence of my thoughts. I notice the limo slowing and we pulled into a long driveway of a very elegant Victorian house set well back from the road. I asked if this was Steve's house and the men said..."The house of your Master??? that is how you are to refer to him...No....This is the house of Lady Helga. She is to see to your preparation before you are presented to Master." I nodded and was escort naked and shivering to her door. I was greeted by an elegant statuesque woman in her early 30's stunning clad in a long flowing kimono. She was blonde and of German decent with a hint of an accent. "My dear, you must be freezing. That naughty Steve..." She was a warm inviting sight in my confused state but I was to learn that she was not one to be under estimated. "Let's get you to bed. We will deal with this in the morning." I had not considered the lateness of the hour or how completely, exhausted I was. Lady Helga lead me upstairs and escorted me to a small but comfortable bedroom. She instructed me to get some rest we would have a busy day ahead. As she left I heard her mutter "What has an interesting new toy Steve has brought himself this time." I was too tired to consider her words more and off to sleep I went. I woke to a glorious day. It took a few minutes to come complete to my senses. Remembering my predicament and the uncertainties of my new life. I looked for my clothes and they were nowhere to be found. At that very instant, Lady Helga as if sensing my confusion, sauntered into my room. "Looking for your clothes, my dear. Get use to doing without. I dare say, your new Master likes his property utterly naked unless ordered by him to be otherwise. He wants you properly marked and identified. But all that is to come, for now get bathed and come downstairs for breakfast we have much to discuss." I rushed though my toilet realizing that it took lots less time if one was to be unclothed at the end. As I walked down to breakfast I had time to admire the elegance of this old but well kept house. I arrived in the dining room and Lady Helga beckoned me to sit. A scantily dressed houseboy brought coffee and juice and asked me what I would like. "Eat well my dear you will need all you strength and Steve hates undernourished slave." My appetite had return with a vengeance and I ate heartily. Helga began to spoke as I ate. "Steve sent you to me because you are very new to all this and he comes and goes far too much to be about the business of training of a new slave. When you go to him you will be well attuned to his likes and dislikes. You have been given a wonderful gift, becoming the property of Steve." I listen intently as Helga continued. "You will question nothing that is to take place, nothing. We will never put you in danger. You may be order to do things you find degrading, debasing or humiliating. "Again, I stress you will neither question nor resist. You will comply without hesitation. You will follow every order without question, hesitation or comment. You ask permission to speak at all times. If you are put beyond your limits of your endurance you will be given codes to let us know. You will be punished for any infraction to the rules and I assure you will not like that process. You will be pleasured as your behavior warrants." "The first stage of your training will be to have you properly marked and identified." I felt like a piece of cattle and soon found out that was not too far from wrong. "First you will be fitted with a silver collar with a single ring much like O received." I had forgotten how I had mooned over the story of O and now I was living her reality. "The collar will be locked at all times and Steve and I will retain the only keys. The collar will remain in place for the length of your service." I nodded. Instantly a man appear and took some measurements from my neck. A short time later a magnificent silver collar was secured to my neck and locked. It was amazing the effect the sound of that lock had on me. The tear ran uncontrolled down my cheeks. Not out of sadness but of the culmination of emotion. "Weep not, my dear. When you are properly trained and ready you will have a proper collaring ceremony." Lady Helga inspected the collar and when she indicated her approval the goldsmith took his leave. Helga then place a tag on the single rings that said "slave and cherished Property of Master Steve" It bore a strange insignia which appeared to be Celtic in origin. I would come to know this well. Helga indicated by the end of the day it would be totally apparent who I belonged to. I quietly wondered what next would be in store for me. Helga lead me downstairs to the basement where there was a small but well equipped dungeon. In the corner, I noticed a fully equipped medical area. I was lead there and restrained with my feet raised in stirrups. I was given a full medical internal exam and blood drawn. To assure I was disease free. After that various people appeared. I was fitted for a steel charity belt, corsets, incredible high shoes, slutty outfits and elegant but revealing gowns. The list went on and on. That complete... I was re-restrained to the medical table but this time much more securely. I was informed that I would be pierced for the first time I uttered a gasp terror. Helga grasped a viscous looking whip and cracked against my exposed clit. I shrieked! "Do you have a problem my dear?" I whimpered, "No, Lady Helga." I knew that I was going to have to find the means within myself to endure what was to come. I would have to learn to find the pleasure in the pain and the abashment that was to come. I was without hope of rescue or escape and... I had consented to this I written my own contract for pleasure or hell. I searched my soul and wondered, could I endure? Would I rebel? Am I really this wanton slut I had pretended to be? I knew that I would have ample time to understand lots of things about myself that I never knew was there. I could see preparations being made around my clit area and navel and nipples. I braced. I knew this was the most intense experience yet. I had considered piecing in the past but never so many and all at once. First my nipples were prepared, I could hardly watch. Lady H. flicked the crop over each one to bring them to attention. I have full breast with large round areolas which make for an excellent target. It was obvious part of my training had begun in terms testing my pain limits. My nipples reddened and erect Lady H gave the piercer the go ahead. I heard the pop of the needle and blinding pain ensure... I let out a deafening shrill. When the pain subsided a bit I looked down to find a beautiful gold ring encasing my nipple with diamond chip." A gift from your new Master, my dear." The process continued to the other nipple and to the clit area. Each time the area was viciously assaulted by the sting of the whip or crop. I was at the limits of my endurance when it was over. Lady H figured my cunt to find me dripping wet. She giggled do we have a little pain slut in the making. She then informed for the next month I could not touch myself or cum until were things healed a bit. I was horny as hell. We'll just have to concentrate on your other un- pierced holes... hee hee hee!" The bonds were released. I was too weak for much more. The pain between my legs was throbbing. I was helped to bed and dinner and off to sleep. Day one of my enslavement was complete. I awoke after another night of weirdly erotic dreams and as I touched each of the newly pierced area. I smiled a bit knowing that they were a gift from my yet unseen Master. I began to wonder why he had gone to these elaborate lengths and what exactly would be in store for me and when I was to be presented to him. I asked Lady Helga at breakfast. She explained that Master had very specific likes in his slaves. She was a long time friend of his and at one time had been one of his slave when she was very young. That he only had one slave at a time. The arrangements were much the same as hers. That way when he tired of a slave it he would assure her care after she left his service. She indicated that sometimes this arrangement last several years sometime more sometime less. Occasionally arrangements were made to loan one out for a period of time to an important client. When I was properly trained I would be able to travel with Master. He had a modified dungeon on board his jet, full dungeons in each of his homes and access to others in places that he traveled. I would not be expected to do household duties, he had a staff for that. He will use your body as he sees fit and will expect you to service him fully." Master has one interesting like. He loves sharing his slaves with his male dogs. He keeps a cage in the house for his slave and the dogs to share. He has Sheppard and Dobermans and Rotwielders... I was speechless. Everything else she explained to me was erotic but this humiliation... how could I endure it. I nodded. Helga continued. "Master never uses the toilet alone. You will be there to assist him and drink all fluids from his cock as cum and piss alike as required. You will use the bathroom only with permission and where you are told to go." 'I can't do that.' The words escaped without thought out of utter amazement and disgust. "You can and you will. You are his property and you will or face incredible punishment." So the rules are a quite simple: "In his presence you must ask permission to speak and to use the toilet. You will be unclothed unless otherwise instructed. You may never leave the house without permission and unescorted. You will be available for use or service at anytime. You will given time each day for yourself and to discuss your needs. You will not question, make excuses or debate. Any infraction will be followed by appropriate punishment. You will use the word Yellow when you approach your limits and red when you can endure no more." "Camille, my dear, do you understand?" I nodded yes. I now knew fully what I had gotten myself into. She left me alone with my thoughts and the reality of my predicament. As she was leaving the room I asked permission to ask on additional question. "When do I go to my Master" She responded in about a month's time when my piercing were a bit more healed. And that would provide ample time for training. "Steve is out of the country at present. By the way do you have a passport?" "Yes, Maim" She would get Steve's men to retrieve it. Also that they paid off all my bills and the mortgage on my house and were having it taken care of while I was gone. I was stunned...aside from a few now irate clients no one would miss me... Now alone with my thoughts... I tried to visualize the life the lay ahead of me. Since I left home I had always been very independent. Even during my marriage. Never had a protector or truly submitted to any man. I know the undoing of my marriage was just that. And what lead me into the scene. And now I was totally dependent, submissive. protected by a Master who I knew little of but whom I love and blindly put my trust in. That was a purely an emotional decision. That was my training for the day. Alone in the silence of my thoughts and the nagging ache of my newly pieced body. The next morning. Helga told me that we would complete the identification process. A tattoo with Steve's family crest like the one on my collar would be place on my shoulder. I did not know at the time my ass was being reserved for something else. Helga showed me that she bore a similar tattoos. "My dear as you come to love and understand your Master you will be proud to bare his markings." The tattoo was a piece of cake compared to the piercing. The first month of my enslavement went quickly. I had become use to the rigors of Lady Helga's training. My piercings were healing well. I had learned the art of massage. I also learned about Steve's business empire which was even more vast than I imagined. But most I learned to be truly submissive. To give my will over without hesitation or question. That at times proved more difficult than I expected. Lady Helga seem to have a knack for finding just the right bottoms to push to bring out those pockets of resistance, rebellion and retrain them. Punishment was often long hours of confinement in small cage and no access to the bathroom. Sitting crammed in my own piss and not allowed to touch myself or suspended by my hand so my toes just barely touched the ground. Never did punishment involve whippings as we were both quick to find out that I was a burgeoning pain slut. I had never been with a woman. Lady Helga taught me to service her orally and crave the sweat juice of her cunt. I had never really had much anal sex but since my cunt was off limits that was soon to change. I was given enema's and expected not to waste a drop which proved almost comical at first. But over time I was able to do it flawlessly. Lady H would routinely have me go about the day activities with a butt plug in place or ream me with a monstrous strap-on. She always kept my ass well redden and in the last few weeks the implement of choice was her much beloved cane. She was a stern, demanding Mistress but loving and understanding. She caressed and held me when she knew that I had gone to my limits and beyond. Assured me that I was protected and cherished and loved. Most evenings near exhaustion, we would talk. I was allowed free time to express my feeling, fears and joys. We chatted almost like girlfriends. I knew it would prove difficult to leave her house. But it was apparent to all that I was indeed ready. I had changed much. I longed the touch of my still silent and mysterious Master. The day of my departure finally arrived. I was attended to all morning like a lady-in- waiting. Bathed and massaged, perfumed and oiled. My make-up flawless. I was fitted with a stunning black brocade corset that exposed my breast. A delicate chain was attached to my nipple rings which dangled lightly over the corset. Seamed black stockings were attached to the garters and black 4 inch heels that showed my legs off beautifully. My hair had been re-braided the day before and my nails and feet done to perfection. I was encased in a leather hobble skirt that restricted my movements. I was not able to move without assistance. The same two men appeared to pick me up. I was a vision, transformed to a slut/lady. My eyes were cast on the ground. Lady H placed a full length ermine cape over my shoulders and I knew that I was ready. She kissed me and held me and whispered how proud she was of me. In an instant... I was on my way. It was about a 30 minute drive. We arrived at the gate of a rambling estate that was barely visible from the road. This house was much different from Lady Helga's. This was far more masculine sober but tasteful reeking of old money not new. The limo slowed to a stop and I was helped to the door. I was greeted by an ancient butler and the men took me to the study. They laid me on a leather sofa and told me the Master would be with me directly. I barely had time to observe my new surrounds when Steve appeared. I whispered "Good evening Master" and cast my eyes back down to the floor. He removed my cape and lifted me in his powerful arms and without uttering a single word he kissed me. A kiss so passionate that I could feel the fire of it deep within my soul. I was his. "Welcome, my precious pet. I see Helga has done her usual fine job of preparation. You are a vision. Much change from our first encounter. And my dear you are mine. I am pleased you accepted my offer without hesitation. I know that it was a strange way for me to acquire a slave but due to the mature of my business I must have absolute discretion and privacy. I expect that from you at all times. You will be fitted with a discreet diamond collar that you will wear when we are out in public. You will introduced as my significant other. You will call me Steve, but with the confines of the house you will call me Master. Do you understand, Camille?" "Yes, Master, I understand and promise to abide your rules." "Now remove your skirt and let me admire my newly acquired property." I did as ordered.... "Magnificent, my dear!!!" The corset reminded on. Helga had lace it well I felt stately despite the fact I was mere 5' 2" height.. Master towered over me. He examined me and seemed satisfied that I was properly prepared. He was clad in a black trouser and silk smoking jacket. "My dear, this evening I have ordered a light supper and early to bed. I have cleared my schedule for the next week to attend to the rest of your training. For now I would be shown to my room." He order me to be down stairs for dinner in half an hour totally nude. A maid showed me to a room upstairs that appeared to adjoined Master's. It was beautifully decorated with a much more feminine hand than the rest of the house. I wondered what slave had preceded me here. I got the impression that it had been redone for me. The colors, soft mute teals were my favorite. A brief inspection of the closet revealed a carefully selected wardrobe, for play, business and formal... everything. There was a lap top and business journals. I suspected that Steve had plans that had yet to imagine. There was stereo with well select collection of CD's It was obvious that Steve had done his homework and was making every effort to make me comfortable. But I was frankly a bit uneasy. I knew that he would want much in return. Was I up to the task I knew I was soon to find out just how dark his dark side would be. But for this evening it was going to be the loving side of my new Master that I would experience. I walked downstairs gingerly, by now use to being nude around the servants, thanks to Lady H. I found the dining room. "Sit next to me, my pet. For this evening speech restrictions are off. We will talk as we did in the Bistro where we first met. As supper is not quite ready. I would like you to take a walk with me and meet so 'friends of mine." Stupid me thought he meant people. He lead me to a large room at the very back of the house, that adjoined the garden, Instantly I knew that...it was not people. I had forgotten Helga comments about his 'love for dogs' In the room were 4 large cages the last one empty, large than the others. The other 3 house three large male dogs who seem to look at me with baited breathe. I tried not to show my terror. He released each one. Each went right for my pubic area... But Steve held them back, "There will be plenty of time for that later boys." I was trembling. Steve giggled, "They like you and I guarantee you will come to love them." Shaken I left the room filled with the vision of being raped by those huge dogs. Supper was ready when we returned. We chatted as promised. He did most of the talking and soon we retired to his bedroom. "You may undress me and prepare my bath and massage." It was the first time that I had seen him naked. I undressed him and drew a warm bath as I had been told he liked. He was a stunning man muscular, massive shoulder. trim waist and a huge penis even in its now flaccid state. As I undressed him he ordered me to my knees and told me to show him how well I could attend to his cock. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hands as I stroked it swelled to massive proportions. I knew why Lady H had use such massive strap-on's. She was preparing me for this. The instant I tasted his cock and felt it buried deep inside of me I would be enslaved to it and him forever. As I sucked and rubbed and licked. A cane appeared from nowhere. It cracked viciously across my ass. And another and... Each time I sucked the cane would strike. I knew better than to miss a beat. I caressed the pain as I did his cock. Needless to say, we never made it to the bath tub. My ass was raw and welted by the time he came in a gush in my mouth. I lapped up every drop of his cum like a suckling babe. He then probed my cunt to explore my piercings. I had been denied for so long it was hard to keep from cumming the instant he touched me but I knew better. And shortly Master was hard again and he penetrated me deeper and harder then I had ever been. And this time it took him considerably longer to cum. I was senseless. The cane dance, the passion, he ended by depositing his seed in my ass almost ripping me apart. I slept for the first time as contented conquered slave. When I woke Master was already awake. "I am early riser, pet. You will need to get use to that because I will expect you to be up before me." "Yes, Master" I said groggily know that I was anything but a morning person. "Your training will begin in earnest. We will go thru the morning routine. You will be up and have coffee and paper by my side as well as my cane. You will not use the bathroom. When that is ready you will awaken me by stroking and sucking my cock. No other way. If am awakened before that you will punished. Once awake you will accompany me to the bathroom and serve as my toilet consuming my morning piss. Then you will be allowed to shower and use the toilet." I nodded. "Yes, Master" only beginning to come to my sense feeling the twinge of my bruised ass. "Then I will enjoy my coffee and paper as you make me cum, sharing the cane if you have been a good slave. While I shower and shave you will feed a attend to the dogs." I knew this was going to be a job I hated. Then we will breakfast together. There will be free space for conversations when we can air your concerns. I will also give you the orders for the day. Your room is also free space I will not enter unless invited. I have tried to have it arranged to your liking. If there is something you need, please let me know. When I am out of town you will sleep in your room. He hugged me and told me he was pleased so far and was sure I would be marvelous slave. As he let me go he said "slave, I need to use my toilet." I knelt in the walk in shower and received his urine in my mouth and face and cunt. I almost gagged. But over time I came to cherish this act of humiliation. We showered and he dressed.. "Later I will show what need be done with the dogs but for this morning. At breakfast he explained that today we would play.... In the basement was a fully equipped dungeon. After breakfast he had some calls to attend to so I could go to my room.. The dungeon was incredible. It was down a set of winding stair with a ornate iron gate. The walls were brick and the ceiling had been raised to accommodate suspensions. There was fully equipped examining table, St Andrew cross, a whipping horse, a cage, suspension slings. table, chair. Wall full of whip, floggers, restraints ropes chains cuffs, vibrator, dildo. plugs, gags, needles, clamps... Everything you could imagine. Candles, ice etc. I was in awe. "Now, you will always enter this dungeon on your knees and crawl unless you are told otherwise. "You are to cast your eyes cast on the ground. You will not speak except to call a safe word and you will never cum here unless instructed. "Now pay homage to me by licking my boots." He had donned leather jack boots a leather vest and pants. I did as I was told. The debasement and humiliation were new to me and the most difficult to deal with. "Now bitch," his tone much different from before. "Crawl to the cage and enter.". He blindfolded me and locked me in. He cuffed my hands around the back so I was forced on my knees. He put a chain thru the loop on my collar and the cage further immobilizing me. My ass raised, he shoved a large butt plug in. "Bitch, you better keep it place till I get back. With that he was gone. I could hear the metal gate close as he left. It was quiet for sometime after that. I was aching all over. I heard the gate to the dungeon swing open. I knew instantly that Master was not alone. He unlocked the cage and removed the blindfold. He had the Shepherd chained to the cage. He removed the butt plug and allowed me to stretch. Much enjoying my obvious predicament. For the first time, I was not sure if I could do what I was going to be ordered to do. I asked permission to speak. "Master." "Yes, slut, I have find the thought of sex with a dog revolting." "You do now, slave."...you could see his anger. "Your Master frankly doesn't care. In fact, that will make it all the more enjoyable. You are my property and I will do with you as I like. I assure you the alternative will be far far worse, if you refuse." His tone changed again. "I think you may surprise yourself." This was a darker side of Master than I had seen before. "Yes Master, I'll will do anything you ask", casting my eyes to floor. "Now straddle the dog and let him smell your wet dripping pussy, You can't be too repulsed, pet, you are dripping pussy juice all over yourself." Quivering I complied, the dog instantly started to lick me. Then my body totally betrayed me as I began respond to the stimulation. Then I saw the hard pink cock of the dog. I was no better than a bitch in heat. In fact, at that moment I was a bitch in heat. Master laid me on a bench that he had constructed for this purpose. Within an instant I was about to be raped by a horny canine. As I was impaled by the canine member, I felt the cock swell. The dog buck ramming my cunt like it has never been rammed before. I begged to be able to cum. Master laughed hysterically as he gave his permission. "Repulsed? huh" He had to pull the horny dog off of me and I crawled away spent and reviled and knowing I wanted more. What kind of person could react so to such debasement. When the dog was secured Master held me a caressed me. I noticed a bugle in his pants.."You will attend to that before we are done. " I was permitted to crawl to the shower that was in the basement and clean up and refresh. "Well the afternoon is young."Master chuckled. "Let have some fun exploring my dungeons. I have not really had time to fully explore my newest acquisition." Master lead me to the medical table and laid me down and inspected me completely. He attached a small chain to my labia rings and spread the lips wide. This was basically the first person to touch then since they were inserted. I held my breath but there was only a slight twinge. Master then probed my inners. He has large hands but he skillfully maneuvered, 3 fingers in and then 4. I held my breath as the 5th went in. I screamed as his knuckles disappear in my vagina. The stimulation was incredible. I had never been fisted before. Master could feel the quake build with my cunt an ordered not to cum. That was easier said than done. I held back as long as I could begged again. Permission granted I came in incredible waves. Master, smiled as he withdrew his hand. It was dripping with my juices. I licked it hungrily. "Well, well, my dear, you have a most accommodating cunt. We have lots more to explore." "Yes, Master. That was the first time I have ever been fisted. "It was incredible, truly incredible. Lay there for a while and let me explore the rest of you." He played with my nipple rings connecting the chain from my hood ring rings, making for some interesting sensations. "Now I want to see if you are really the pain slut, Helga tells me you are." I looked up at Master and tried not to grin. "We shall see" "Climb off the table and crawl over to the cross. Now stand facing the cross." He fit cuffs on my ankles and wrists. He spread my hands and legs spread-eagle securing me to the cross. I was a tad too short so my legs felt like they were splitting. "My dear. this is how I get my exercise in the morning. Swinging a whip. Master brought a beautiful had made whip to my lips to kiss. It lightly danced across my back, almost tickling me. Then he flicked it harder. It cracked across my back. His aim was perfect. He reddened my back to the tune of my gentle moans. He moved to my ass as inner thighs and back of my legs. His strokes were rhythmic and force full. I was reddened and well warmed up. "Now my little cunt, I will see what you are made of." Master went to the wall of the dungeon and retrieved paddle, cane and single tail. "Now love, remember your safe words. I am going to hit you harder than you have ever been hit before. "Yes Master, I remember." I braced not knowing the real power that my Master could wield. He started with the paddle across the cheeks of my ass. He alternated cheeks. He wacked each with increasing force. I shuddered into the cross, with each thud. I lost count of how may. I was struggling to get into sub space, struggling to get conquer the pain. My moans turned to screams, Every few whacks Master would caress and rub my hot ass. Then he would pull on the chain connecting my nipples and hood. He fingered my clit. "Good lord girl, you are dripping." He found a small cat and flicked it on the lips of my clit and lips causing me to scream. "I love to have my slaves cum, screaming" He then pick up the cane. Each swing was more vicious than the next. "Your brown skin takes longer to redden. But the cane is making its mark nicely. I like to be able to see my handiwork when I am done." I barely heard a word he said. I was screaming and floating on the pain at the same time. I heard myself beg for more. Master obliged with the single tail. The agony was incredible. He placed it on my ass and between my legs. I was close to my threshold and oh so near to cumming as I begged him for sweet release which Master granted. I came harder than I had ever before, Master soothed my ass with a block of ice and released me from the cross. The combo of the fisting and the cross. I was unable to stand and collapsed in his arms. He whispered "Helga was right. We do have a little pain slut in the making." "Before you will be allowed to leave the dungeon you must make you Master cum." I looked up at him trying to rally some strength. I opened his pants relieve to find him rock hard already. I remove the loose fitting pants and crawled between his legs. I stroked his cock with both hands and flicked my tongue over the head licking the pre-cum that had collected. I encircled the head in my mouth and moved one hand down to attend to his balls. It was all I could do to deep throat his massive member but I did, gagging in the process. I pulsed up and down the entire length of his cock first very slowly then increasing with each stroke. I was getting off just with his cock in my mouth. I fucked his cock wildly now, feeling him pulse and grow. As that happened I stop sucking and straddled him and force my dripping cunt downward with all the force I could muster. That went on till he realized my legs were giving out. He turned me over and finished his pleasure in my ass. He rammed in an out each time he hit my bruised checks it was like he was still caning me. He spewed his seed in me and we were both happily spent. After a shower we were off to lunch were sat very gingerly. And so my week of training had begun. I would come to find out that Master like to play during the day alone and with the dogs. Evenings were reserved for entertaining sometime in public or with in private with very select friends who he share or give me to for the evening. He had me fitted with a electronic stimulating device in my cunt. He had a transmitter implanted so even at public events he could exercise his control over me. I was strictly forbidden to react. During that week, we explored the dungeon together. Master had a wonderful way of keeping me happily floating in subspace. Saturday evening was to be my formal collaring ceremony and a select few trusted friends were to be invite. I was not privy to the arrangements but I knew Lady Helga was among the guests. The house was a buzz. Master selected with my attire, approved my hair and makeup, every aspect of my appearance. He selected red silk strapless gown with a slit to my hip. It was elegant with just a trace of bawdiness. My hair was piled high atop my head. I wore long kid gloves Simple stiletto red pumps, white stocking and garter. Master wore black silk shirt and pants. I was given a red silk blindfold that was put into place before I went down stairs. I had no idea what was to occur. When the time came and I was lead blindfold and cuffed to the large solarium at the rear of the house. I was placed in the center of the room and told to kneel and hold perfectly still until I was given additional instructions. I could hear the crackle of the fireplace and soft music in the background. I could tell that I was in utter darkness. Shortly I heard Master's voice."Friends, I want to present to you my most cherished slave, Camille." Suddenly I was forced to my feet. I knew that there were others in the room but I could not tell who they were. I sense Lady H's perfume and was pleased she was among the guests.. "This collaring will consist of three parts the first will begin now." Master continued, "I would like to present my new property for your inspection and approval." He then chained my cuffed hands to a hook in the ceiling and winched it until I was on tip toes. They looked on as Master produced a large knife and cut the dress from my body. My skin crawl as I could feel the cold sharp blade graze my most sensitive parts. The knife danced as the garment released in shreds on the floor around me. "That's better, slaves should be naked!!! Now, I invite you to inspect this slave completely." In an instant, I was being probed by a dozen or so hands: bit and licked and tasted. No of part of me was left untouched. I felt like a prize mare going up on the auction block. I let my mind wander back. In the last week. I was yet again transformed. Master had seem to that. He played my emotions and my body like an orchestra leader. As I accepted each new humiliation, I had to deal with the implications of my actions and the acceptance of those actions. He was there to provide not only the physical but emotional support. I had become emotionally enslaved as well as totally physically and sexually. This allowed me new space I had not experienced before. For me it appeared that with every inch of control I give, and trust me that it was given, a space is freed in my psyche. I was able to make me better able to turn external stimulus into pure endorphin energy. Translated...a strong ability to connect pain stimulus to my pleasure centers. I am not sure any of this make sense, it doesn't really to me. But I find that during play sessions I can frequently achieve a meditational state. I returned to hear my Master's voice. "Now I asked that you each pleasure my little pain slut." I knew there were six attendees because I was hit with six different toys. You are allowed to strike her anywhere you please. She will be good enough to count for you. 50 strokes!!! The first was with a crop. I was peppered with cracks all over my body, next a quirt, floggers, paddle, cane and finishing with a single tail. I counted each stoke, miss counted once, I think, allowing that Dom to start again. I thanked each one as he finished. By the time the last was done I was bruised and reeling in pain. There was no way that I was going to let my Master down, I took each blow for him proudly. "Next, my friends she must be properly raped, Each will have time to pleasure yourself in any hole of your choice. I was released still blindfold on to a soft table, One by one each raped a different orifice till I was raw and covered with semen. The last was Lady H's fisting me. I was in darkness vulnerable and not know where the next assault was coming from. "Part one is complete. My slave and I thank you for your enthusiastic participation. Please, retire to the dining room for refreshments while I prepare Camille for the rest of the evening." As soon as the last guest had left the room Master grabbed me in his arms, "My love you were extraordinary. You were the envy of every Master in the room."He removed the blindfold and kissed me deeply. "You will need all your resolve for the next part." I trembled in his arms knowing that I would do anything he asked of me but I had no clue was in store." I was utterly his slave. I had a bit to eat and drank, some champagne. I showered and regained my composure. Before the guest were invited I was cuffed hands and feet over a whipping horse, very securely. the blindfold restored. Master asked then to make themselves comfortable he would continue with the final parts of the collaring. "I cannot complete the collaring of this slave until she is properly and totally marked with my symbols ownership. Notice the tattoo on her shoulder. This is my family crest. "Now I will brand her with that same insignia." I gasped terrified. I vowed to take Master's brand and not to utter one sound. I could hear the iron hiss as it went into the fire and the searing heat as it approached my rear. I seem to feel nothing. I was in another place as the aroma of burning flesh filled the room and my skin was permanently imbue with the mark of my Master. I was in a space I had never experienced before. It was surreally erotic. When I returned to my senses I thanked my Master. Everyone including and especially my Master must of been stunned at my reaction. He released me an whispered."I love you" My blindfold was removed and I received the admiration and respect of all in attendance. But I was oblivious to everyone and everything except my Master. In a short while. He asked me to kneel at his feet I did so kissing each, Lady Helga was at his side. As my head lowered I felt my collar release. "Stand, Camille!!" I took you from your home. I now release you as ask you to come willingly as my slave. I will honor all my commitments if you choose not to accept. I ask you to join me freely, without contract or coercion. I whispered, "Yes, I am yours. I am love you as well." With that Master placed a diamond collar on my neck and locked it securely into place. I knew I would be his forever. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 69