In the alcove with Master

My bottom & rear quarters were throbbing now, completely overshadowed by my love & contentment, in my place. My face was sticky with his cum, I was kneeling happily between his knees. His hand resting on my hair, his other hand holding his drink.
“Tell me slave about your day.”
The men sometimes like to relax, indulging in petty chitchat with us, especially after sex, if they intend to rape you again later. I love to kneel like this, basking submissively in his superiority & easy dominance.
“Master this girl has been busy at her chores since she was dismissed from the alcoves this morning.”
“Was your Master of last night pleased with you?”
“This girl hopes so Master, she wasn’t punished in the morning.”
“Do you like to be punished slave?”
“No Master, of course not!”
“But if you were displeasing?”
“Then a girl should be punished Master.”
“Or if you were less than satisfactory, not as pleasurable as expected.”
“Then this girl would expect to be punished Master”
“How do you feel about this emily?”
“If emily wasn’t pleasing she would want to be punished Master.”
“Want to be girl?”
“Yes Master.”
“Severely girl?”
“Yes Master.”
“I think the soft curves of girls like you were made for the leather of the whip slave.”
“Girls like me Master?”
“Hot little earth blondes.”
“Yes Master.”
“You are too pretty not to taste the whip.”
“Thank you Master.”
“How do you feel about the whip now girl?”
“emily loves it Master.”
“I can smell that you do slave”
I was blushing furiously
“Yes Master.”
“Slut!”
“Yes Master.”
“So were you at your chores all day slut?”
“No Master not all day.”
He waited
“Just before midday a Master came in for some breakfast & wanted me to fetch it. Emily thought at first that was all he wanted, but he had this girl wait while he ate & read his papers. Once he had finished eating he had a coffee & smoke while he enjoyed this ones mouth, Master. He dismissed me just before the tavern started to get a little busier for midday meals.”
“So what did you do then?”
“emily went back to scrubbing the floors, Master.”
“The smell of him on you?”
“Yes Master.”
“& the taste of him, on your lips girl?”
“Yes Master.”
“& the need for him in your wet little thighs?”
“Oh yes Master.”
“A suitable chore for you girl.”
“Yes Master.”
“Suitably menial”
“Yes Master”
“Was that all girl?”
“No Master after the lunchtime 2 masters came in & wanted me to serve them both in turn whilst they enjoyed a few cold beers. Emily thinks they had been swimming because the afternoon was quite warm & they smelled of the sea. They made this girl masturbate before they enjoyed her.”
“Were you permitted orgasm slave?”
I blushed. Although we are often made to masturbate for the mens amusement, we are never or so rarely as to be never permitted to cum, without their penetration.
“No Master”
“Good, it keeps you hot.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master, hot & bothered.”
“& then girl?”
“Back to chores Master till mid afternoon, then a Master came in who wanted two earth girls. He chose this girl & another slave but dismissed her in favour of another girl. We brought him a drink & kissed his cup together. He watched me perform cunnilingus on the other girl, then her on me. Before we fellated him together. He came first in my mouth, but we must have pleased him because he came enough to fill both our mouths & all down our breasts too. We cleaned him together. When we were done he had another beer & watched us perform cunnilingus again, until we were both panting with desire. Then braceleted both of us. Short intimate chains were brought & we were joined at the clitoris, nipples and nose ring. He said he would enjoy the thought of us working like this for the rest of the afternoon. Then we resumed our chores together. One of the tavern Masters, gave us some encouragement with the pleasure whip on our exposed clitorises.”
He laughed “Did you squeal prettily slave?”
“Yes Master.”
“Both?”
“Yes Master”
“Who do you think had the prettiest squeals, girl?”
“Emily thinks it was her Master.”
“& who was whipped most emily?”
“Emily thinks again that it was her Master.”
He laughed again.
“At feeding time we were left chained together to eat & toilet, it wasn’t until it was time to clean each other that we were released. It was very intimate & shaming Master, working with her juices all over my face, scrubbing the floor with the brush in my mouth listening to her squelches & her listening to mine.”
“& did you think of that Master all afternoon?”
“Yes Master.”
“Wetly?”
“Yes Master & thankfully Master.”
“Excellent!”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“How wonderful it is to be a man here & be served by such beautiful & eager slaves.”
“Master is emily beautiful?”
“Yes girl or you would not be kneeling between my legs.”
I flushed with happiness
“Thank you Master.”
“Your beauty is all you have slut.”
“Yes Master.”
“& even that doesn’t belong to you slave.”
“No Master..”
“Because you are too beautiful to be free.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“Are you pleased you are beautiful slave?”
“Yes Master.”
“Pleased that you are too beautiful to be free?”
“Yes Master.”
“That you are too beautiful not to feel the whip?”
“Yes Master, sometimes emily is bursting with emotion, she is so glad, to be owned, by men who are Masters.”
“Then I am pleased to be the Master here, not to be a worthless dependant female, to be you beautiful & squirming for attention at my feet.”
It was true I could hear it in their voices, the tone of their voices. The way they held themselves, the very way they walked. How satisfying it was to be a master here. Who would want to be anything but the master here? Served by beautiful obedient slavegirls. Who would choose to be us?
Who would want to be the worthless slave? Bought & sold, branded like livestock. Dominated & controlled, kept in strict bondage & discipline. Punished without pity for the tiniest infraction or lack of sexual responsiveness, or satisfaction.
Yet in my shameful joy I was glad to be that slave at his feet.
“Master, emily is glad that you are the Master here too.” I was tearful.
How worthless & pathetic I was, how glad that the men are so strong.
“Master may emily kiss your feet?”
“You may.”
“Thank you Master.” I said kissing his feet
He didn’t reply.
I didn’t want him to.
He braceleted me again & put me on my knees on the rape mat.
“I am curious slave”
“Master?”
“Your fellatio seems so much more pleasurable after your beating.”
“Master…” I was crying
“Did you hold back, in the tavern slave?”
“Master, please Master….” He cut me short.
“Perhaps you should be whipped, to improve your sexual responsiveness, & because you need to be whipped to improve you responsiveness, slut.”
“Master emily.” He cut me short again by pushing the whip between my lips.
Behind me I heard him leave the alcove, I was to hold the whip like this until he returned, if he chose to return. To whip or rape me, or both.
He was quite some time. Most likely going to the toilets & shower room, to be washed by the girls there. It was still a warm & sticky night. The girls would wash him with cooling balm. How I wished I could go to the toilet now, I wouldn’t be permitted to toilet till at least tomorrow evening after chores. Or to wash, if only in the warm water we are permitted. All I could hope for in the morning was a quick wipe & spray of perfume that made us feel that much more sticky & soiled, only more smeared. I feared if f I could toilet freely I would have wet myself in fright I was so convinced he would whip me on his return.
I heard the curtains open & close again behind me, I trembled. He entered me in a swift liquid movement. Taking the whip from my mouth he tossed it to the floor.
“We can leave that for now girl.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“I think I would rather listen to your more feminine intimate cries.”
“Yes Master”
As we started to come, he turned me over so I could face him, I was pinioned on his chest coming, kissing him desperately in between my moans & whimpers. My cries & screams of submission to him. He pushed me face down again & raped me anally. Then lying down he lifted me astride him. Still braceleted I pleasured him from above. I was careful to keep my eyes still lowered to his loins. Not having been given permission to look up at him, even in this position. The effort from this sexual exertion without the use of my hands meant I would be coming for some time. Indeed I was still coming as I licked him clean, Then still as I fellated him while he drifted off almost to sleep. & still coming as I swallowed all his semen. Licking & sucking him clean. Before lying my head on his belly & chest, still weeping with my surrender to him.
“Thank you Master.” I whispered to his now sleeping body
“I love you Master.” I said kissing his belly softly

Master always wants more

My boyfriend originally was a little bit more dominant, than is expected these days. However I loved him, from the very beginning I had been happy & submissive to him. Then he told me he wanted to be my Master, & with some reluctance I agreed to become his owned slave.

The first time I had gone to one of his club nights he had told me how to dress. Tight jeans & t-shirt tight leather jacket, boots, makeup etc. all the other girls had been dressed similarly too. We had been expected to fetch drinks & food, roll joints etc, while the men had enjoyed the music, looked at each others bikes etc. Us women had been expected to sit quietly & not get in the way. I must admit honestly I had quite liked it. Especially the appreciative comments not only from masters friends but also the girls too.

That was before he became my Master & started to insist I call him Master in public & never to use his name. after a few such club nights his clothing requirements became a little more strict. Leather then plastic mini skirts, tighter t-shirts then no panties. Very humiliating & very exciting. All the other girls too. Actually we found it very exciting & thrilling.

In fact around about this time, all the girls now called the men master now. We were to call our master "My Master" & all the other men "Master". I & some of the other girls I talked to found this thrilling. & confessed the sex after these weekends was fantastic.

The next meet was very different. It was a weekend meet so 3 days. All the girls were told on arrival to go into the back room of the club house & dress in the clothing provided. What was provided was tiny very tight shiny foil bikini top & bottom sets. Some of us were reluctant, including me, but we had been locked in the small room. & we were not to be allowed out until were compliant. When we were all properly dressed we were allowed out. My master had stood me in front of the room & asked me how I liked my clothing. Foolishly I had said it was little bit skimpy & humiliating. He had pointed out my obviously erect nipples & said I’d better get used to it because that’s what I’d be wearing all weekend. My expression had said it all because all the men had laughed.

At this point I must confess that these weekend had never been a purely drinking affair. If & when my master had wanted fellatio or sex I & the other girls were expected to oblige obediently, in private or otherwise. We had all done so without complaint serving our masters or boyfriends.

The next few club weekends had been the same. Until one of master friends had expressed an interest in fucking me. There had been much laughter & friendly argument eventually ending up in me being led away & told not to disappoint masters friend. The other girls were similarly shared. That weekend I think I was fucked by all the men in the club. & i think my master fucked his way through all the girls he fancied too. One thing I found especially humiliating was being to kneel with another girl in front of the men & masturbate her, while she did me. with both our fingers & tongues. The men watching drinking & usually enjoying the sexual attentions of another girl. It was about this time I began to notice that some men were arriving with more than one woman.

When we returned home master said he was pleased. The next day he brought home a whip. Informing me that if I wasn’t pleasing to him, or his friends I would be beaten. As an introduction I was whipped until my bottom felt red raw. I didn’t need a second lesson, although my first lesson was frequently repeated for his enjoyment.

The next weekend away a refinement was introduced. We were told that to reduce jealousy although were to serve sexually we were only allowed to come to our own masters. Similarly we were not permitted to come with another girl touching us either. This meant that our masters would enjoy the other girls we would rarely be permitted to come all weekend. Actually this turned out to not being permitted to come all weekend.

After a couple more weekends the back room had no bikinis only blindfolds. When we were blindfolded but naked we were allowed out. For the whole weekend we were kept like this. There was some new girls fresh to the club who were permitted bikinis & were expected to fetch food & drinks.

The next weekend it was decided we would be braceleted hands behind backs as we couldn’t be expected to do anything else blindfolded as we were.

Then the chastity belts, iron belts padlocked closed, but with the key hanging from the front obviously out of our reach. A consequence of this was that we needed to beg permission to go to the toilet. & beg prettily. At first this was granted quite quickly, on demand as it were, however as time went on the masters were less obliging

often leaving us waiting in discomfort for hours at a time.

In between the last & the next weekend master had been away for a couple of days but when he returned unexpectedly he had caught me masturbating. Although I hadn’t been expressly forbidden to masturbate before then but I had been punished severely with the whip.

The next weekend away he had chastised me in front of the club I had “ben wah” inserted front & rear to wear all the time I wasn’t being fucked. Keeping me in a constant state of frustrated sexual arousal. The other girls had been horrified & afraid until the next weekend when they were similarly plugged. At the end of the nights we had sobbed together in helpless frustration. While our masters enjoyed the bikini girls. We had sobbed & cried together until the pecker gag system was introduced. We were to be kept gagged when our mouths were not required.

The next innovation was much more humiliating & shaming, we were not to be permitted to toilet all weekend. This was done for the convenience of not having to take us to the toilet, or in actual fact having the bikini girls take us blindfolded & trussed to the toilet. But also because it made us much more eager to be submissive & compliant.

To this end master had introduced a regime of diet drinks & energy vitamin drinks, that produced hardly or no faecal matter. A simple weekly hot enema & discharge cleaned us analy, for weeks at a time. This was very uncomfortable as we still desperately needed to wee though. Unfortunately it was discovered that we could be left like this for quite some time, days & weeks with the only side effect being our extreme discomfort.

The next weekender was the annual month away. The day before master had guests 3 men & one of the bikini girls. I hadnt realized at the time but in the van parked in our garage were 4 more bikini girls & 3 more total slives like me. Already miserable hooded & locked in the chastity belts, lockede in a small cage in the van segregated from the bikini girls. A rule of the house was that any guest female was in charge of me. She was first girl. The evening before the men had enjoyed my fellatio & then my anal rape Master knew I found anal especially humiliating hence his frequent enjoyment. & especially being used anally by his friends. once again hence why I was frequently shared with his friends.

I hadn’t been permitted to come, all evening, not even why my own my master had used me. By the end of the evening I was helplessly excited, & covered face & thighs in sticky cum. The bikini girl was told to prepatre me to be caged for the night, to insert my ben wah balls & lock me in my chastity belt. In tears of disbelief I had looked to my master & asked if I could come. He & the other men had laughed. Sobbing I had begged permission to toilet, I hadn’t been since the evening before, they had laughed again. I had then been pecker gagged hooded & locked in the slave cage under the stairs. You may wonder why I hadnt been locked in the cage in the van. But if I had been I wouldnt have been able to listen to the loud orgasms of the bikini girl as she was fucked over & again by the men.

The next morning while I waited the bikini girl was told to go to the toilet before the van was prepared. I was left kneeling in discomfort. When the van arrived back from refuelling & fetching more of the girls. I had been locked in the small leather curtained cage with the other locked sluts. The bikini girls had been locked in the back too but only braceleted. I could hear her telling the other girls about me.

“She was crying so pathetically , I felt so sorry for her.”

therre was some nervous frightened giggling.

"I felt so glad not to be her."

Some apprehensive murmurs of agreement.

"Do you think you will like your new home?"

"I think so, My Master, is very strong, & his other slave is very obedient, to me too"

In tears inside my hood I realized she was talkking about me. My Master had a new girl, & I had a new mistress & first girl to obey, even at home.

There wasnt too much more chatter as the last time the girls had talked too much they had all been gagged with each others bikini briefs.

Instead there was a constant excited murmering, that we in the curtained cage, & our hoods couldnt make out.

In the cage we sobbed gagged, hooded, choking on our pecker gags & squirming with arousal & apprehensive fear.

The masters were going to have a good time this month.