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Celina stood motionless in the large entry foyer motionless, not even moving her eyes from the floor inches from Mistress D's feet, not wanting to give the wrong impression. "And who told you to speak slut?" the Mistress bellowed as she grabbed Celina by her hair, jerking her head back. Knowing she was not to speak, Celina first pulled off her red dress shirt up over her head, laid it on the glossy marble floor, then she sat on the floor and removed her white sneakers, placed them on top of her shirt and lifted her butt up a few inches to pull her jeans down. Mistress D returned with a black leather collar about two inches wide and long enough to fit Celina's neck and a silver O ring in the center front.
Your ass up and exposed for everyone to see what a bad fucking whore you are with your dripping pussy." " Thank you so much Sir." I can't help myself as I hear you degrade me with your words, I moan at the thought of what you have in store for me tonight. "Lick my piss from my cock, piss slut, and maybe I'll let you be the good, little cocksucker you were with the vibrator" "Thank you Sir." With long, slow licks I lick your cock clean of piss, wanting to suck you deep into my mouth, but waiting for you to tell me I can.
Soft lips touch your cheek as the fingers continue to trail even farther downward. The lips find your chin, nipping and sucking for a moment as the hands, soft and silky against your skin, return to your hips. "I figured you would after I sucked your cock a little bit." I reach up and touch the blindfold, as if tempted to take it off, but I leave it where it is. I let my hand fall away from your penis, leaving my fingers plunged deep into your asshole. I feel your cock bulge and I pull my face away quickly. After a while of teasing myself, I'm rubbing furiously at my clit as my other hand finds itself finger deep inside my pussy.
A look of panic filled my face as two of the men held me tight and the third began injecting the chemicals into me. My abductor then popped the ball gag out of my mouth and it hung loosely under my chin still attached to the straps that surrounded my face. "Open," he once again commanded and then began working the cum into the rest of my mouth with the brush. "Now that we've cleaned your filthy little face and mouth, its time to start your training," he told me as the two other men lifted me to my feet and started leading me to a strange contraption laying on the floor...
For the last few days, he has allowed me from the house unbound, but that morning I was singing a happy tune, not loud, as I can still not manage even half a breath in my rigid stays and for some reason he took umbrage, he ordered, Lissa my maid to lace my corset fully closed for its whole length which left me gasping for air, bind my arms up double, attach my false ones, draw my shoulder brace fully back, fill my mouth with a kerchief and cover it with a full mask, then a heavy veil which restricted my vision to nought and then my most tunnel brimmed bonnet, capped above with my largest hat ( which is an unbridled confection that I will be glad to see gone).
The beautiful ebony lady was now bent over his knee getting her rear end seriously worked upon. He knew from talking to her that even if she denied it she really wanted to be humiliated. He had attached a leash to her collar and was dragging her to the adjacent room. He promptly passed the leash through the ring and pulled on it until her high heels almost left the floor. He left the room to come back with a tripod and a camera and placed it in front of her. He said nothing and just left the room switching on the camera as he passed it by. There was no pleading to be done, he was just filming her about to humiliate herself.
I was wearing pumps with 4" heels all day, and I don't think I sat down more than 2 times in 12 hours. I began to pull on the shoe very hard to try to remove it, and received an electrical shock from the shoe that scared me half to death! I examined it for a few minutes noticing how smooth and flawless it was, just like the shoes were when I received them-- the day I made the biggest mistake of my life. The toes are so tight, and these heels!" I was just about to stop her when I received a shock in my shoes and in my collar.
The moment the door closed behind her, Kim felt Marcus's hands shoot up her breasts from behind her. With every moan she took, Marcus removed another article of her clothing without her noticing or caring and before long she was completely nude and on the floor panting from how hard she had climaxed from her own fingers. Kim cocked her head to the side and suddenly Marcus slipped the collar around her neck and fastened it tight, looking it in place with a tiny padlock. Marcus clicked a button on the remote he held in his hands and a soft charge of electricity ran through the collar that Kim wore.
I pull it all the way down to the neck and work my jaw to make sure the mouth hole is in the right place, peering through the small eye holes into the mirror all I can see of my face are my made up eyes and glossy red lips through the shiny black rubber. It goes on for hours as I am led from one cock to the next, my body aching and sweating as I try hard to please them but there is always another cock waiting to enter me, another hand squeezing my breast or pinching my nipple or slapping my rubber covered bottom. Sometimes they flood my mouth or pussy with hot semen, other times pulling out and spraying my face or down the tight rubber over my breasts.
When I got home and started to get changed to go out with friends for drinks, I looked at myself in the mirror, still dressed in the pink bikini bottoms, no pubic hair at all, and my small cock barely making a bump behind the soft fabric and it really turned me on so that, as soon as I took them off, my cock swelled to its full 4 ½ inches. As I let them drop heavily to the floor the whole family burst out laughing because I was still wearing the pink ladies bikini bottoms Kevin had given me yesterday, only now my cock was trying to burst through the material.
As I pull the tank top over my head, my kitten bell responds with a little jingle, jingle. As I bob my head against him, I hear my kitten bell jingle jingle and a little smile comes to my lips. He puts one hand to the back of my head and pets me gently as I continue stroking and sucking his cock. "Trust me, Kitten," he says again as he grabs both breasts and begins kneading them harder than ever while kissing and nipping my neck. Across both cheeks, I could feel the tears in my eyes as each time he spanks me, my kitten bell jingle jingles.
However, every time Kevin took me up stairs with him at night I got a hard-on watching him undress and expose his huge, ginger haired cock. One day the door bell rang but instead of hiding me in one of the rooms, as they usually did when strangers turned up, Kevin left me lying naked on the floor of the lounge with my collar on. He clipped the collar round Sean's neck and pushed on his shoulders until Sean was on all fours like me, Kevin then pulled at my collar until Sean and I were side to side, completely naked with our little cocks throbbing and our shoulders touching, with fully clothed Kevin, the ginger nerdy little geek, standing commandingly in front of us.
I also think you should have your chest, legs, arms and armpits shaved because a little girl dog like you should be completely hairless. "Come over here, Daisy, there's a good little girl, I'll shave you and make you look all pretty for your master, Kevin," she said laughing to herself. Once I was home and lying on my own bed thinking about what my life would be like now as Kevin's pet, I started to get hard again and couldn't help grabbing hold of my pathetic little cock and stroking it furiously for a few seconds until I came violently all over my smooth chest and face.
Being fucked by another hadn't even been discussed between them, though she knew when she fastened the slave collar that she'd given up all rights to anything. This was different now, her lover back with her, and she knew his want for her as his thrustfucks increased in speed and pressure, moving just as she needed it, lovesex becoming hardfuck, him losing himself in their love as he always did, till she knew she was just a body being fucked, being used by him. He lifted her knees to her shoulders and the spear of need entered her arse, fucking her with an intensity she couldn't remember, using slavegirl to sate his lust. He moved to sit on her shoulderblades, and she felt his cock and balls squashed wetly against her spine as he leaned forward, arm swinging relentlessly, pain visiting her as she couldn't remember it.
Also this is not a normal dog collar, it is designed for slave puppies like yourself." She told me as she leaned over and clamped a lock in place so I would not be able to get the collar off, not that I would want too, but now I cant. Mistress Emily led me down the driveway while Mistress Janet stayed a few steps back and started taking pictures of me being walked; that made me even more excited as I felt the pre-cum drip out of me and get soaked up by the front of my satin panties. When I heard the door close I looked at the pole and crawled over to it, it was awkward to grasp but I was able to get it so it rubbed against my tiny cock and I started humping it very fast.
I wasn't worried the kids would somehow find out what I'd been looking at since they were leaving in the morning, but I did have the foresight to think that if I forgot to cover my tracks, Tim might find out. My husband's reasoning was if I wasn't going back to work (he was fine with that) and since he was gone so often, a dog would provide some companionship in the home. I'd taken classes at this store with my two other dogs and the instructors were usually the young kids that work there. I was trying to picture what I would look like in each of the thick black leather collars when I video chatted with Mistress Suzanne.
Miss Michelle Von Dutch had over seen the training of hundreds of slaves, including herself and Alexis, and the transformation of males to females or to she males. Michelle was in her normal long very formal black latex dress and Christina was in her cat suit and collar. The men said that they were looking for a missing 15 year old girl. Christina nodded as she help load the female that was dressed in a pink latex suit and mask, in ballet heels and a hood in to a car to be taken to her new home. Alexis and Christina quickly open the side door and got the five people out and started walking them to the first room will they would begin their training and brainwashing.
Once she felt like I was use to her finger inside me, she started to work her finger in and out slowly while never taking her lips off my cock. I very gingerly got into my car and adjusted to the plug feeling like it was pushing deeper inside of me and drove to the hotel. She clamped her legs down on my head and pushed me deeper into her pussy and I started to work hard on her clit, sliding a few fingers inside her to hit her G-spot. I want to get a good look at what we have back here" she said as she ran her fingers over my ass and lightly touched the plug still secured.
My own sweet wife watched for a while, obviously caught up in the fantasy, turned to look at me and said, I pictured Eileen upon a stage and knew that she would bring in more than I made in a year. Eileen then got a far away look on her face and said, I had just spent another fruitless day looking for a part time job to try and make up for the deficit when Eileen greeted me with a serious look, took my hand and led me to the living room. A leash was fastened to Eileen's collar and she was led out of the spotlight into the darkness of the rest of the stage and into the hands of her "owner."
I know my Master is fully awake when he starts using his hands to press my head against his lap to drive his now fully erect cock deep Into my throat. I'm not trying to get him hard again at this point, just cleaning him up and making sure he knows how much I love his cock and servicing him. Master loves to feel my mouth around his cock while watching Stick move in and out of my ass. He left the vibrator running deep in my pussy then kissing me as he worked his way up my body, pausing to kiss and suckle at each nipple then laying his full body weight on my as he kissed my mouth and told me how much he loved me.
The only issue I have is that sometimes being sucked is perfect, and sometimes just having her open her cunt wide and taking my 10" cock down her throat is exactly what I want. Josh went back and forth for about ten minutes, alternating between getting sucked and fucking her cunt, and then handed me the clicker. She worked on my cock at my command for about five minutes before I handed the clicker back to Josh. She fucks my cock with her hot cunt for several minutes, and every time it slides out from her cunt lips coated in his cum I think I'm going to explode.
Kim shook her head and stretched out on the bed with the extra room that Marcus wasn't taking up anymore. Marcus stood up as his feet hit the floor and he let go of Kim's hand. "Got any idea of what you'd want your word to be, pup?" Marcus asked her and started to run his hand through her hair. He moved a little away from her on the bed and Kim continued to wag her butt as best she could to imitate a dog playing with her master. Marcus needed no further pleading as he removed his hand from his cock and used his arms to pull her pussy closer to the edge of the bed where he stood.
She took several deep breaths to oxygenate her bl**d, and then held her breath while she pulled back hard on the padlock at the back of her neck collar, slipped the end of the micro-switch-equipped chain through it, and latched it shut. Her wrists were locked together at the front of the waist belt (with her hands now unable to reach anything farther away than her belly button), her elbows tightly strapped behind, her head encased in leather, her mouth filled, and her vision limited to the view of herself in the mirror ahead, through the small eyeholes in the helmet.
I’m gonna’ grab a shower.” And as I exited the room, wearing the first shoes I could reach, strappy stiletto heeled sandals, my caftan, and a smile, I heard the shower start. I shook my head, knowing I was going to agree to this, but getting angry with myself, and angrier with Juan. My caftan fell back into place, and he looked at the clock, his face falling in disappointment. “She looks like she’s got the body, I’ll give you that.” I was trying to dump my clothes from my handcuffs, so I could get some help, and wanted to speak up. I need help, first…” was all I got out, before the tall one had simply reached out and clipped the leash to my collar.