{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"4397285d-4c6f-4eac-9a44-24703b45a768","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2020-12-02T22:21:40.733Z","title":"An Unexpected Master, Part 3","slug":"an-unexpected-master-part-3","shortId":"9wiby5Nn","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Dawn's Master forces her to accept more humiliation and pain.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"25cf4596-1d4e-4e24-8c7d-1dfbde7d13c4","title":null,"summary":"I was fortunate that\nCharles let me down within an hour or so. \nIn that time, I had a great dea","wordCount":7972,"readTime":40,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

I was fortunate that\nCharles let me down within an hour or so. \nIn that time, I had a great deal of opportunity to think about how I got\nhere. I realized that if I was going to\nsurvive, I was going to have to find a way to live with how my life had gotten\ncompletely out of control. It was a long\nnight in bed, cradling my sore breasts in my arms.

\n\n

The next day, Tuesday, I\nreally hoped my Master would give me a day off. \nI needed it. Even putting on my\nsports bra to go to the gym was painful. \nThe marks from the cane clearly showed on my tits, fortunately below the\nneckline. Fortunately, they were not\nheavy bruises, and should disappear quickly. \nOne of the things about me is that I heal quickly.

\n\n

I habitually work out\nin sports bra and shorts or yoga pants sets, without a t-shirt over it. I always used to like the looks I got from\nthe guys at the gym. My 34Gs look\nawesome in just a sports bra. Now I\nwonder each day if one of them is my mysterious Master.

\n\n

Today I tried to stick\nto weights, so as not to move my breasts too much. It was a good workout, leaving me tired. Heading home, I feared what was going to\nhappen after my shower. Almost always,\nthat was when my Master asserted his control over me.

\n\n

Coming out of the\nbathroom, I heard his voice from the speaker, as always. “Present yourself.” Getting up on the bed, nude, as required, I\nknelt in place. It was at least fifteen\nminutes before my Master spoke again.

\n\n

“I like the cane\nmarks. I suspect from the way you were\nscreaming that the caning was very painful. \nWas it?” There was only one reply\npossible. “Yes, Master.” His response was unexpected: “I wonder if\nthis will be more painful to you.” There\nwas about a minute of silence, making me wonder what he meant. Then the speaker in the spy camera began to\nspeak again, for the first time in a different voice.

\n\n

At first, all I could\nhear was the sound of a woman screaming. \nWhoever she was, the sound she was making was horrifying. It was clear the woman was in intense pain. There was also a strange buzzing noise in the\nbackground. It seemed familiar, but I\ncouldn’t place it. After a minute, the\nsound stopped, and so did the screaming. \nI could hear the woman, whoever she was, breathing hard.

\n\n

A moment later, I heard\na my Master’s voice. “Will you fail me\nagain?” Then the woman spoke. “No, Master.” \nI knew that voice. It was\nAnnmarie. He was letting me know that he\nhad punished Annmarie for my failure yesterday. \nIt came crashing in on me that I had caused her to suffer such\nagony. The shame of what I had done, and\nhad failed to do, was almost unbearable.

\n\n

In response, the\nbuzzing sound began again, immediately followed by Annmarie’s screams of\npain. She clearly was being punished by\nour Master, but I didn’t know how. This\nlasted another minute or so, as I knelt there, crying for the pain I had caused\nher to endure.

\n\n

The speaker went silent\nagain for several minutes. I knelt on\nthe bed, tears rolling down my face as I thought about how Annmarie had been a\nvictim of my pride, my inability to control myself and do as I had been\ncommanded. It hurt more for me to think\nabout how she had suffered at least as badly as I had. I had no idea what our Master had done to\nher, only that it clearly was incredibly painful.

\n\n

After at least a half\nan hour of silence, I finally heard my Master again. “Go about your day.” At least I had an easier day today. I had gotten used to being nude around the\nhouse, which was oddly liberating, so the day went by as quietly as\npossible. Charles caused me no trouble\neither, a fact for which I was grateful.

\n\n

But it was only one\nday. Wednesday morning, at my usual\npresentment, I was summoned to the apartment. \nI wondered as I got dressed and walked to my car who I would find when I\narrived this time.

\n\n

I had noticed this\nmorning that the cane marks were gone. \nWhile my tits were not completely normal, they were not in pain anymore,\neither. For this I was grateful. I didn’t think I could perform for anyone the\nway my breasts felt yesterday.

\n\n

Entering the condo, I\nnoticed immediately that one of the clothes bins was closed, with the red light\non. I was fairly certain that this meant\nI was not alone, and likely my companion was another slave. A quick glance down the hall revealed that\nthe bedroom door was closed. With the\nusual command given to strip, I went to the bin, took off everything but my\nheels and jewelry, as always, then walked as directed to the bedroom door.

\n\n

As I approached, I\nheard the lock click open. Pushing on\nthe panel, it opened to reveal Annmarie laying on the bed, waiting for me. As I expected, she was nude, except for her\nheels, some pretty dangling diamond earrings, and a gold necklace. I couldn’t see any obvious places on her body\nwhere she had been punished. She was\nsmiling, but still with that sad look in her eyes.

\n\n

I stood there a moment,\ntrying to decide what to do. I had\nresolved that I was going to go through with this, but I didn’t know how to\neven get started. Annmarie solved that\nfor me, saying, “Come here, my love, and lay down with me.” That gave me an idea on what to do.

\n\n

I walked the few steps\nto this huge California king bed, then climbed up on the end. I crawled down its length, with my 34Gs\nhanging beneath me. When I got to\nAnnmarie, I kept myself above her, looking down at her beautiful body as I\npassed above her, allowing my blonde locks to drag along her skin. Reaching her face, propped up on the pillows,\nI crawled just a little bit more, until my tits were hanging directly before\nher. Doing exactly what I expected,\nAnnmarie reached up, pulled my left breast toward her, and began to suck on my\nnipple, while working the other nipple with her fingers.

\n\n

I closed my eyes,\ntilted my head back, and began to moan. \nMy nipples are not as sensitive as they were before the implants, but\nthey still are very sensitive (another reason the clamps hurt so much!). I let her work on my tits for several\nminutes, to get me wound up. I needed to\nfeel good enough to make the next move.

\n\n

Normally I am all about\ngoing slow, but this time, I knew I had to move as fast as I could. I took several deep breaths, then pushed\nmyself off, sliding down the bed. In\njust a moment, I had my head buried between Annmarie’s legs, my tongue out,\nlapping at her clit. It took me a few\nseconds after I got there to realize I would get a better angle by putting my\narms under her legs. As soon as I did\nthat, she started squirming, making it clear to me that I had here exactly\nwhere she needed to be.

\n\n

I kept this\nsimple. I kept my tongue below her clit,\nand just kept on it. As fast as I could,\nas hard as I could, doing everything I could to make her come. Her breathing came faster, then the moans\nbegan. After just a few minutes, I could\ntell Annmarie was about to come.

\n\n

Suddenly, she arched\nher back, pulling herself up off the bed, screaming in orgasm. Annmarie tried to close her legs and pull\nherself away from me, but I had my arms hooked under her legs, so she couldn’t\nmove. I kept up with my tongue, harder\nand harder, while Annmarie continued to scream. \nShe was trying to close her legs, putting a lot of force on the sides of\nmy head, but I wouldn’t let go. I wanted\nto do this right and give her a mind-blower. \nHer struggles against me went on for over half a minute until she\nfinally managed to wriggle loose.

\n\n

When she got free from\nmy attentions, Annmarie fell back on the pillows, panting hard. She had clearly come so hard she had no concept\nof what to do next. I slid out from\nbetween her legs and snuggled up against her as she lay there, trying to get\nher breath. It was fun to have turned\nthe tables. I was just so sorry she had\nto suffer first to get to this moment.

\n\n

After several minutes\nto calm herself, Annmarie turned over to look at me. “Well, that was unexpected.” I had to tell her, “I’m so sorry I hurt you. I didn’t want that at all.” She cut me off: “No. Don’t say anything. It isn’t your fault, and I can’t say anything\nanyway.” I didn’t know what to say, it\nseemed like a rejection after I had overcome my weakness to save her more pain.

\n\n

It must have shown on\nmy face. “Dawn, it is all right. I went through the same transition. Understand, you are bisexual now. And I want you to understand something\nelse…” She got quiet for a moment. “I love you.”

\n\n

Talk about having your\nworld change. I really didn’t know what\nto say. No woman had ever told me that\nbefore. In a moment, Annmarie was on top\nof me, French kissing me while her hands roamed all over my body. She was squeezing my breasts, running them\nthrough my hair, and licking my neck. \nThis went on for several minutes before she finally went to work on my\nclit.

\n\n

I should have expected\nit, but Annmarie tried to do the same thing I did, that is, not let go when I\ncame. She locked her arms around my legs\nand kept going as hard as I could. It\nwas like waves of pleasure crashing over me. \nI started screaming in excitement. \nIf it was going to be like this every time, I might be able to get used\nto being with a woman.

\n\n

Something also told me\nthis couldn’t last. I was going to have\nto pay for this eventually. I lay there\nwith Annmarie for a few minutes before we heard our Master’s voice. “Present yourselves.” It felt strange as I knelt up on the bed with\nAnnmarie next to me. I knew she was a\nslave like me, but to have another woman kneeling nude with you, when neither\nof you know your Master who had enslaved you to his will, is hard to\nunderstand.

\n\n

“Dawn, you have done\nwell. I am glad to see you accept your\nrightful place as a lesbian. Annmarie, I\nam glad to see no further encouragement is required. You know what to do.” She replied, “Yes, Master.”

\n\n

I wondered what she was\ngoing to do. I watched as she got off\nthe bed, leaned over to me and kissed me full on the lips, whispering again, “I\nlove you,” then walked to the door. A\nmoment later, the door snapped shut behind her. \nI knelt in silence, waiting.

\n\n

After a few minutes, my\nMaster spoke again. “Dawn, collect the\nblindfold from the top drawer of the nightstand and put it on, then return to\nwhere you are now.” The blindfold. That meant it was likely my Master was about\nto put in an appearance.

\n\n

I did as I was\ntold. A few minutes later, the bedroom\ndoor opened quietly and I heard my Master’s voice, this time in the room with\nme. “I have to say, Dawn, that you have\nan absolutely enormous rack and a great body. \nYou take care of yourself, when so many cunts don’t.”

\n\n

I hated both those\nwords – “rack” and “cunt”. They were so\ndegrading, intentionally designed to hurt. \nAnd they did hurt. I know my\nbreasts are bigger than most, and I know I am his slave, but I hate being\ncalled that anyway. But all I could say\nwas, “Yes, Master.”

\n\n

“I know your tits are\nfake. I don’t care. But I do find it interesting that I can’t see\nany scars. So huge, but no scars. Your surgeon was magnificent.” Yes, I have 600cc implants in my\nbreasts. But they are saline, not\nsilicone. That makes a difference. They are a little less firm, but you can put\nmuch bigger ones in with a tiny cut, because they go in empty and are filled\nonce inside the woman. In my case, the surgeon\nmade his cuts right at the bottom edge of the areole and matched the border\nperfectly, so they are invisible to anything less than the closest inspection.

\n\n

“Last time, I just took\nyou, to mark you as my property. This\ntime, I am going to fuck you in a way that lets you understand better who has\ntaken control of your life. And I am\ngoing to enjoy making you do all the work.”

\n\n

With that, I felt him\ngetting up on the bed. I realized that\nthis time, somehow, he was already undressed. \nMy Master lay down on the bed next to me, then said, “Turn around and\ncome ride my cock, slave.” I had no\nchoice. He was going to fuck me whether\nI liked it or not. Once more, I was\nabout to be raped.

\n\n

I got up on my knees\nand shuffled around until I was facing him, still blindfolded. I could tell he was just to my left. I bent forward until I could crawl, then\nmoved up the bed toward him. When I felt\nhis body next to me, I lifted myself up to move on top of him.

\n\n

My Master put his hands\non my hips and guided me over him. He\nfelt so strong and powerful. This time I\nwas more oriented to where I was, so I could pay more attention to what he felt\nlike.

\n\n

I think I have said\nthis, but I am really small and light, only 110. He practically picked me up with his hands\nand centered me over his cock. Then he\nslowly lowered me down until I felt him pressing at my pussy lips. I realized that he was rock hard and had a\nhuge head. I don’t remember him being\nthis big the first time, but then again, I was completely frightened that\nday. I was still frightened now, but at\nleast I had it better under control.

\n\n

He pushed inside of me,\nthen let go of me unexpectedly. I\ndropped straight down on his cock, forcing me open wide. He was really wide and hard, making me scream\nout as he forced the air from my lungs. I\nput my hands down on his chest and almost snatched them back up. I couldn’t believe what my hands found\nbeneath me.

\n\n

His chest was solid as\na rock and well developed. His stomach\nwas flat as a board and all muscle. Who\nwas in me, a lumberjack? After a moment,\nhe bucked a moment to make it clear I had better start moving.

\n\n

I started riding him,\nusing my arms to push myself up, but that didn’t last. My Master told me, “Put your hands on your\nhead.” Apparently he liked the show with\nCharles the other day where I fucked him with just my legs. That takes concentration, but all my prior boyfriends\nhave told me they like it better that way. \nSo I put my hands behind my head, pushed my breasts out in front of me,\nand started fucking my Master, still blindfolded.

\n\n

In just a moment, I got\nanother shock. His hands wrapped around\nmy 34Gs, squeezing them like melons. His\nhands were big and strong, fully wrapping around my massive breasts. I knew he could feel the implants, but I\nguess he didn’t care. He was holding me\nalmost vertical as I rode him, pushing me up higher and letting me drop. He kept my tits off my chest, using them as\nhandles to control me.

\n\n

Harder and harder I was\ndropping onto him. Even though I was\nbeing raped, my body was betraying me. I\ngot into being fucked like this, no matter who was fucking me. I know I shouldn’t like this, but I couldn’t\ncontrol my body. My breathing sped up,\ngetting deeper, setting me up to come. I\ndidn’t want to come, but I couldn’t control myself.

\n\n

I started having a\nrolling orgasm as my Master punched his cock into me even harder. I was bucking on top of him, screaming now,\nshowing clearly I was coming. Suddenly,\nI felt him push me up as high as he could, pressing with his hips as well as\nhis hands. As he dropped me the last\ntime, the heat of his come inside me gushed out. Yet again I had been raped by my Master.

\n\n

I collapsed onto his\nchest, trying to control my emotions. I\nalmost reached for the blindfold as I brought my hands off my head, but I\ndecided at the last moment that might be a bad idea, maybe even dangerous. I just decided to lay there for a moment,\nfeeling his strong body under me.

\n\n

It was only a moment\nbefore he dumped me off him onto the mattress without warning. I ended up in a pile, wondering what he was\ngoing to do. I didn’t have long to\nwait. My Master got up and stood next to\nthe bed for a moment before telling me, “That was a decent fuck, slave. Your rack is fun to play with and well built.\nI am going to enjoy owning you. I have\nhigh hopes for what you may become.”

\n\n

With that, he walked to\nthe door. I heard it open, then shut\nbehind me. I lay there on the bed,\ncrying into my blindfold, feeling his cum leaking out of my pussy. I wondered how many times I was going to be\nraped by this man, a man I didn’t even know. \nI didn’t know what to do, how to get away, nothing.

\n\n

Why is it men think\nthings like this are so simple? My\nemotions were running riot in my head, keeping me completely off balance. I needed some stability, but there was none\nto be found. I was in a spiral, falling,\nwithout a clue what to do.

\n\n

I don’t know how long I\nlay there before my Master’s voice came from the speaker. “Get up, Dawn. Get dressed and leave.” I did as I was told, walking on my heels,\nwhich were still on my feet, out into the front room. As before, the clothes box was open, the\ngreen light showing.

\n\n

I slowly pulled my\nclothes on, then discovered something was wrong. My bra was missing. He must have taken it. Kind of annoying, and juvenile really. I admit that particular bra was one of my\nfavorites, all black lace and satin. \nMore annoying, I was going to have to go home without a bra. Considering that I had worn my blue satin\nsnap-closed blouse, that was going to be really obvious as the girls would be\nbouncing all over the place. At least\nall I had to do was walk to the car.

\n\n

Of course, as luck\nwould have it, there was a man standing in the hallway as I came out of the\nelevator. The clicking of my heels on\nthe shiny tile floor caught his attention. \nHe got a real show as I walked a good hundred feet down the hall to the\ndoor to the parking lot, my breasts bouncing wildly under my blouse. I realized that he could see that my tits\nwere free in the gaps between the snaps. \nIf I moved wrong, I would even show my areoles and nipples.

\n\n

I tried to hide my\nembarrassment. The only thing I could\nsay for sure was that whoever he was, he wasn’t my Master. Far too thin for the chest I had felt a few\nminutes before. I hope he enjoyed the\nshow. Bu the guy certainly stared\nenough. I hope he enjoyed the show.

\n\n

It was actually kind of\nearly when I got back home, so I had to follow the rules. I stripped myself nude when I got in the\nhouse and carried my clothes to the bedroom. \nApparently my Master was watching, because I heard, “That’s a good\ngirl,” come from the speakers in the cameras. \nI remembered to get a new bra out, and got re-dressed a couple hours\nlater before Charles got home.

\n\n

Thursday was\nquiet. I presented myself as normal,\nwaiting for the usual fifteen minutes or so. \nInterestingly, for the first time in a while, I got to masturbate with\nmy Hitachi wand. I must have been deemed\nto have been a good enough fuck for him yesterday.

\n\n

Once I came, the order\nto go on with my day came. Spending the\nday nude can be liberating, in a sense. \nI just wish it was because I had decided to do it myself, not be\nenslaved. Honestly, I needed the day\noff. I had spent more time being a slave\nrecently than I had doing my real job. I\ncould get away with that for a little while, but sooner or later, that was\ngoing to become a problem. A full day of\nwork was just what I needed. At least it\nlet me get caught up there, so I had more time when I inevitably was called to\nmy new, unpaid job, as a sex slave for my Master.

\n\n

Friday morning, almost\nas soon as I got up on the bed, my Master spoke up, telling me to get dressed\nand get to the condo. This was becoming\na habit. I didn’t waste time. The very fact that my Master had not waited\nthe usually delay to speak to me made me wonder what was up.

\n\n

I drove downtown,\nparked, and headed inside. Opening the\ndoor to the apartment, there was no immediate sign that anything was\nunusual. I stood in the main room for a\nminute or two before I heard my Master from the speakers. “Strip. \nLeave on the heels and jewelry. \nGo to the bedroom and wait.” Off\nmy clothes came again and into the bin. \nAs the lid closed and the red light came on, I wondered if this time I\nwould have a bra when I got back.

\n\n

I walked to the bedroom\nand lay down on the bed. The door closed\non its own behind me. It took a few\nminutes, then he spoke again through the speakers. “Retrieve your blindfold and put it on.” Opening the same drawer, I retrieved a\nblindfold from several inside and put it on. \nNow all I could do was wait.

\n\n

I must have laid there\nfor fifteen minutes or more before I heard the lock on the door click. As soon as it opened, I realized it was\nanother woman. I could hear her heels on\nthe hardwood floor. She came over to the\nbed, but stopped to reach in the same drawer I had been in. From the sound of leather, I decided she had\npulled on a blindfold as well. The satin\ncomforter rustled as she climbed onto the bed.

\n\n

I felt her as she slid\nin next to me. In a moment, I realized\nthat Annmarie was on the bed with me. It\ndidn’t take much thought to understand what was about to happen. Since we were both blindfolded, I suspected\nthat our Master was about to make an appearance.

\n\n

I rolled over to face\nher, and we wrapped our arms in a tight embrace. She kissed me, long and hard, giving me quite\na bit of tongue. I heard her whisper to\nme, “The Master is coming. Please make\nsure you put on a good show for him. I\ndon’t want punished again.” I could feel\nthe heat of her large breasts pressed into mine, as her legs pulled her body\ntight into me.

\n\n

I didn’t know what kind\nof show we were going to put on though. \nDid he expect us to have lesbian sex together in front of him? Or we both going to service our Master? Maybe something else. The mind dizzying array of possibilities had\nme completely confused. I just hoped I\ncould do what was expected of me.

\n\n

We lay there together,\njust holding each other, until we heard the door lock click again. It swung open, then silence. After a few moments, I could sense our Master\nstanding there, looking at us. Then he\nchuckled.

\n\n

“Well, my slaves. You look so happy together. Why don’t you show me how happy you\nare?” I got the hint immediately, and so\ndid Annmarie. We started kissing and\nroaming our hands over each other’s bodies. \nI have to admit, I loved the feeling of caressing her breasts, which I\nnoticed the first time were all natural. \nI felt a corner of the bed compress, as if our Master had sat down to\nwatch.

\n\n

Annmarie was really\ngoing at it with me. She was more\naggressive than I had ever seen her. After\nonly a few moments, she pushed me on my back, slid down, and was sucking on my\nright breast while working the nipple of my left breast with her fingers. I had my hands working the sides of her\nbreasts as she was just below me. I\ncould feel the warmth spreading in my chest as she sensitized my tits. I started making moaning sounds as Annmarie\nbegan to excite me.

\n\n

It only took another\nmoment before she was sliding down over my stomach to reach my pussy with her\ntongue. I really want this – I still say\nI am not a lesbian or bisexual – but it did make me feel good. I put my hands on Annmarie’s head and worked\nher fiery red locks as she licked my clit, making me breathe even deeper.

\n\n

Suddenly, I felt our\nMaster moving. He moved behind Annmarie\nand lifted her up onto her knees. I\nrealized that he was going to enter her from behind. I was too tangled up in Annmarie’s\nministrations to understand what that was going to mean for me.

\n\n

In a moment, our Master\npenetrated into her, thrusting hard. In\na flash, it became clear to me what was happening. He was hitting her so hard with his cock that\nhe was making my breasts bounce up and down on my chest, like he was fucking me,\nnot her. He was forcing her face into my\npussy so hard that I could feel all of her against me. It was a really strange feeling.

\n\n

Unfortunately, it also\nmeant that Annmarie was losing focus on what she was trying to do. I realized she was slipping, not putting the\nsame effort into me as she was just a minute ago. She had gotten tangled up in her own feeling\nas our Master was fucking her, not paying attention to business. I loved the feeling of my breasts sliding up\nand down my chest, but this was completely weird. I could still feel her working on my clit,\nbut I wasn’t going to come like this anytime soon.

\n\n

That must have been the\npoint. I could tell Annmarie was getting\nready to come. What I didn’t know was\nthat apparently our Master was looking at me and realized that Annmarie was\nmore interested in her own pleasure than mine. \nWithin another minute she screamed out as she came, collapsing down away\nfrom me.

\n\n

That turned out to be a\nmistake. Our Master quickly chastised\nher. “Annmarie, I am disappointed in\nyou. I thought you knew better. This will result in a serious punishment\nlater.” I could hear the fear in her\nvoice when she whimpered, “Yes, Master.” \nI wondered what that was going to mean for her. I knew it couldn’t be good.

\n\n

In the meantime, I\nneeded to focus. Our Master had an\nidea. “Dawn, fuck her, but whatever you\ndo, you may not make Annmarie come unless I say so. Do you understand?” My reply was more confident, but still the\nsame, “Yes, Master.”

\n\n

I helped Annmarie roll\nover on her back. I could tell by the\nway she felt that she was scared at what had happened. I whispered to her, “Relax, it will be\nok.” I felt like that if looked in her\neyes I would see not only the sadness, but now fear. She had been punished by our Master before,\nand knew that it was going to hurt. But\nthe fact that he had specified a severe punishment was disturbing. All I could do was try to make her feel\nbetter now.

\n\n

I started kissing her,\nthen worked my way slowly down her neck, tonguing the hollows I knew were\nsensitive. I moved down to Annmarie’s\ntits, working them gently and softly, trying to release the tension I could\nfeel in her. I went on like this for\nseveral minutes, slowing working my way across her body.

\n\n

As I started to move to\nher pussy, I heard our Master speak again. \n“Turn around and get on top of her, 69 style.” I didn’t even bother to respond with my\nvoice, as my mouth was full of nipple. I\njust let go of Annmarie and moved as I was told. It only took me a moment and I was on top of\nher again, facing away from our Master.

\n\n

As soon as I was in\nplace, I felt him moving behind me. \nBefore I could do anything else, I heard a click, but wasn’t sure what\nit was. A moment later, when I felt the\ncold of the lube dripping onto my ass, the answer became obvious.

\n\n

This scared me even\nmore, because I knew where our Master had gotten this idea. He had said he had all of Jimmy’s emails, and\nthis was one of the favorite fantasies Jimmy never got to try. He wanted to fuck me in the ass, in my secret\ndesire, while another woman was licking my clit. I realized our Master was going to do what\nJimmy never could.

\n\n

The feeling as he\nstarted to push his way inside me was very different from Jimmy. For one thing, my Master was much\nbigger. By that alone, it hurt. He also had a very different style, much more\ncommanding. He pushed firmly into me,\ngoing balls deep in one long, smooth stroke. \nThe pain from that was almost overwhelming. It forced all the air out of me and made me\ncry out, drawing a chuckle from our Master. \nI tried to breathe deeply as he got inside my most difficult hole.

\n\n

Our Master started\nstroking into me, hard. I had to push\nmyself up on my arms to get straight enough for him to fuck my ass without it\nhurting too much. That made my breasts\nhang beneath me, but Annmarie was able to keep licking my clit. There was no way I could get to hers, but of\ncourse, I wasn’t supposed to make her come, so that fit, I guessed. I couldn’t believe how good this felt, even\nas I reminded myself I was being raped. \nI don’t understand why a woman’s body betrays her like this.

\n\n

I got lost in the\nfeeling. The pleasure waves kept hitting\nme, as I got fucked my favorite way, in my ass. \nMy Master really did know what he was doing, and I hate to admit it, but\nhe was better than Jimmy. With a bigger\ncock, he was really getting me going. It\ndidn’t hurt anymore now, it just made me want to come.

\n\n

The same with Annmarie\non my clit. I won’t admit I like being\npleasured by a woman, and I’m not a lesbian, but it felt so good. I started rocking back into both of them,\nmaking my tits swing under me. I wanted\nto come so bad.

\n\n

I felt the heat as my\nMaster came inside me. Just a moment\nlater, I orgasmed as well, from the combination of his cock in my ass and\nAnnmarie licking my clit. I screamed and\nshook in a really hard one. I had gotten\nwhat I wanted at last, and Jimmy hadn’t done it for me. Good – he had turned out to be an ass. Being raped by my Master was actually better.

\n\n

What a screwed up view\nof the world I suddenly had!

\n\n

I didn’t know how much\nlonger I could hold myself up, but fortunately, I didn’t have to find out. Our Master pulled out of me and stepped back,\nallowing me to roll off Annmarie onto the bed. \nI needed a few moments to compose myself after that mind-blowing orgasm\nand my emotional confusion.

\n\n

Annmarie rolled over\nand cuddled up close to me, face to face. \nI couldn’t see her because we were both blindfolded, but I knew what her\nface had to show – fear. I had no idea\nwhat was going to happen, but I suspected she did. I could tell by the way she was trembling in\nmy arms that she was afraid of what our Master was going to do to her.

\n\n

It didn’t take\nlong. I heard our Master open a drawer\nand pull something out, with the clear rattle of a chain. He moved over to the bed where we were\nlaying, then pulled Annmarie’s hair out of the way. I felt what he had in his hands brush me as\nhe pulled it around her neck – a stiff leather collar, with what had to be a\nchain leash. Our Master fitted it around\nAnnmarie’s neck, tightly.

\n\n

As he clipped the leash\nto the back, I heard her whisper to me, “I love you.” Our Master tugged on the leash, pulling her\nout of the bed onto the floor. I could\ntell Annmarie was crawling, then our Master’s ominous words, “You are going\nacross the hall.” She had told me what\nthat meant – to the torture room. It\nhurt to think about what was going to happen to her.

\n\n

The door closed behind\nthem, then silence. It was at least\nfifteen minutes that I lay there, still in darkness behind my blindfold. I hated wearing it, but I had no choice. I knew that, had I been stupid enough to take\nit off and see my Master, I might not have ever left that apartment. Better to do what I was told.

\n\n

Finally, I heard my\nMaster’s voice over the speakers. “Get\nup and get dressed. Do not try to leave\nuntil I tell you to do so.” I responded,\nas always, “Yes, Master,” got off the bed and walked to the door as the lock\nclicked open. The lid on the bin was\nopen when I arrived, and all my clothes were inside. I got dressed, then stood there, not daring\nto sit down.

\n\n

After about two\nminutes, his voice was heard again. \n“There is a box on the counter. \nIt is a gift for your husband. \nTake it to him, tell him it is from you, and ask him to use it to its\nmaximum potential tonight. You may look\nto see what it is when you get home.” \nAgain, my only reply, “Yes, Master.”

\n\n

Looking around, I saw\nthe box. It was about four inches wide\nand deep, and about two feet long. Brown\ncardboard, taped closed with packing tape, and unremarkable. I picked it up and found it weighed several\npounds and rattled a bit, sounding like wood and metal. Not knowing what else to do, I opened the\ndoor and headed to my car.

\n\n

Arriving home, I had\nabout two hours until Charles returned for the weekend, so I stripped nude as\nrequired, then found a knife to open the box. \nWhen I dumped the contents out on the kitchen table, in full view of one\nof the spy cameras, it took me several seconds to figure out what I had before me. Two curved pieces of wood, about eighteen\ninches long, four to six inches wide, and an inch thick, plus an adjustable\nleather strap about two inches wide and two feet long, and several long metal\nbolts. The wood had holes in it at\nregular intervals on one side of each, and a hole in the outside of the curve\nof one of them. I looked into the box,\nhoping to find something else and spied a piece of paper at the bottom, so I\nreached down and pulled it out.

\n\n

The instructions made\nit clear what I had in my hands. It was\na tit crusher. The two plates were held\napart by the bolts, and the strap connected on the back side with a rachet. The idea was to put a woman’s breasts between\nthe plates, pull the strap tight behind her back, and then turn the wingnuts on\nthe bolts down as tight as the dominant wanted to go. This was going to be another long Friday\nnight, I could already see.

\n\n

I noticed that the\ninstructions mentioned add-ons that were not in the box. That must be what the extra holes were\nfor. By now familiar with how my Master\nthought, I figured those add-ons would turn up later.

\n\n

The problem was that\nCharles and I already had plans. We were\ngoing to go out to a special place he had found, a French bistro that someone\nhad opened downtown, for what was supposed to be a celebration of him\ncompleting a major project at work. I\nhad even picked up a special dress several weeks ago, before this disaster\nbegan, that I knew he would like. As I\nthought about it, I decided that the best thing to do was simply go through\nwith the plan and let Charles play with both of his new toys.

\n\n

I had to start getting\nready soon, and I absolutely wanted to make sure I got the smell of Annmarie\nand my Master off of me, so as to give him no suspicion. It also allowed me to get ready in peace.

\n\n

I had a great dress for\nthis evening. It was gunmetal silver\nmetallic, with black edging and thin black straps that held the front up and\ncrossed on my otherwise uncovered back. The\ndress was full length, and the dip in the front showed a moderate amount of\ncleavage, but the front really wasn’t wide enough. It showed about half an inch of the outer\nsides my breasts on the sides from the front, and all the sides and undersides\nwere exposed if you looked from the side. \nI knew Charles would like it, because he loves to show my 34Gs off.

\n\n

I was right. He did. \nWe ended up parading up and down the street a little bit, even though it\nwas a bit chilly outside, just so he could show me off. I had to be careful, too. One fast turn and everything would slide out.

\n\n

Before we left for\ndinner, I quietly went back in the bedroom and set out the tit crusher and my\nsteel cuffs on the bed. This was going\nto be hard enough without Charles getting ideas of stringing me up again and\nbeating me with the cane. I knew I had\nto wear it, and what my Master had told me to do with it, but I had to keep it\nto nothing more. I left a note on the\ncrusher using the exact words my Master had used, writing, “Use this to its\nmaximum potential.”

\n\n

When we got home, I sat\ndown on the couch and waited. It didn’t\ntake too long before Charles went back to the bedroom and saw what was there. I think he expected something, this being the\nthird weekend in a row now where I, at least to the way he saw it, wanted to\nplay S&M games. He was back there\nfor a few minutes before I heard the call to come back.

\n\n

My silver sequined\nbooties made that clicking noise I love so much on the hardwood floor of the\nhall as I walked to the rear. When I\nwalked into the room, Charles had a huge grin on his face. I knew he would like the crusher. He loves how big my tits are now and thinks\nthat he can do anything with them. I\nsmiled, but inside, I just wanted to get this over with.

\n\n

Charles pushed the\nstraps of the dress off my shoulders, then pulled it down off my hips, leaving\nme nude. It only took him a moment to\npull my arms behind me and put the leather padded steel cuffs on my wrists,\npadlocking them behind me. My collar\nwent on a moment later, followed by the leash. \nThe blindfold went into place, then the mouthguard gag. Charles knelt down and put the shackles on my\nankles, then the hobble chain. As before,\nI was now fully restrained.

\n\n

I heard him pick up the\ncrusher from the bed, then he took my leash in hand and started for the\nhallway. Like an animal again, I had no\nchoice but to hobble along on my platform heels, while shackled, behind him. I hate doing this. I was trying not to start crying already,\nbecause I knew that would excite him more and do me no good.

\n\n

We walked, somewhat\nunexpectedly, into the living room. I\nrealized to my horror that, as I came down the hall, the curtains were open and\nthe inside lights on. That meant that,\nif anyone was outside in the field, they would see me bound as a slave, having\nmy tits tortured. The humiliation of\nthat was almost unbearable. All I could\ndo was hope that the field was empty.

\n\n

When we got into the\nmiddle of the room, pressure on my shoulders let me know to kneel. At least it is carpeted in here, and so\neasier on my knees. Charles moved my\nhobble chain over the wrist padlocks, keeping me firmly on my knees. I heard him sit down on the couch and start\nfiddling with the crusher, probably trying to figure out how to put it on me.

\n\n

After a few minutes, I\nfelt Charles fumbling at my chest. I\ncould tell he was fitting the plates above and below my breasts, with a bolt in\nbetween and one on each side. It\nactually was a tight fit side-to-side, but he got it on, pulling each breast\nall the way through. The back sides of\nthe plates were firmly against my chest, both above and below. The strap went around my back and was ratcheted\ntight, making sure the crusher would not come loose. I knew what was coming next.

\n\n

I felt pressure as\nCharles started turning the wingnuts on the bolts on the sides, slowly closing\nthe plates. It was some small\nconsolation to know that he was doing it right, turning a few turns on the\nsides, then matching it with the bolt in the middle. It took him about a minute before the\npressure really started.

\n\n

Eventually, the\npressure started to do what it was supposed to do – crush my tits, which also\ncut off the blood flow. Charles began to\nturn the nuts more slowly, deliberately. \nFinally, when the plates had moved over an inch closer together, I let\nout my first sounds of pain into the gag.

\n\n

This was pain like I\nhad not experienced before. It was much\nmore dull than the clamps, but much deeper. \nI could feel my breasts being compressed, and as I had discovered the\nprevious Friday night, the implants would not compress, so they caused even\nmore pain.

\n\n

Minute by minute,\nCharles kept turning the wingnuts on the bolts. \nEach time he did, I let out another whimper of pain. It was only a minute more before I broke out\ninto a long, keening moan which the gag did little to suppress.

\n\n

My breathing became\nmore rapid and shallow. The pain in my\nchest kept me from breathing too deeply. \nI started to sweat, feeling the pressure on my tits, as well as the\npulling down against my chest from the weight of the crusher. This really hurt.

\n\n

Charles turned the\nwingnuts another full turn. The pain now\nbecame sharp. I was afraid he was going\nto pop the implants. I started to scream\ninto the gag. Another turn of the bolts\nmade me scream louder. I didn’t know how\nmuch more I could take. Did he really\nwant to destroy my beautiful breasts?

\n\n

He finally stopped\nturning. I certainly hoped that my\nMaster thought this was to “my maximum potential.” There was no way I could take any more.

\n\n

I knelt there for\nseveral minutes, just trying to breathe. \nThe pressure of the crusher on my chest made me have to force the air\ninto my lungs. I didn’t think it could\nget worse. I was wrong.

\n\n

I could feel Charles\nbehind me, messing with the chains. \nAfter a moment, I felt the hobble chain being released from the padlock\nholding my arms behind my back, and the lock itself being removed. With my arms free, Charles pushed me\nforward. I reached out and got my hands\nunder me, so I wouldn’t fall on my face. \nA few moves of my knees had me down on the floor on all fours.

\n\n

That meant that the crusher\nwas now hanging on my tits beneath me. \nThe pain as it pulled on my breasts, trying to tear them away from the\nmuscles of my chest, was worse than being beaten. It felt like I had two sharp pokers shoved\nthrough my breasts into my chest. At\nleast I could breathe now, without the pressure directly on them.

\n\n

I heard Charles getting\nundressed behind me. It took him a\nminute, but all I could do was wait. I\nfinally felt him getting down behind me, getting ready to fuck me. I wished he would hurry.

\n\n

Charles finally got\nhimself inside me. He reached out and\ngrabbed my hair, pulling it into a pony tail and wrapping it around his hand. That basically made it a handle for him to\nforce me back onto his cock. He pulled\nmy hair every time I fucked back onto him. \nI actually like that, and he knows it. \nIt usually makes my tits swing under me, keeps my head pulled back, and\nkeeps me up off the floor, which he hates.

\n\n

The problem was that my\ntits swinging under me made the crusher hurt worse. I was screaming into my gag every time I\nslammed back into Charles. Every stroke\nwas a strange mix of pain and pleasure, because I have to admit that it felt\ngreat having him in my pussy, especially after having already been fucked in\nthe ass by my Master and having my clit licked by Annmarie.

\n\n

Stroke after stroke, I\nfell into a fog of emotion and feeling. \nI was literally being fucked for the third time today, in the third\ndifferent way. I didn’t know what to\nthink about this, just that I needed to try to find pleasure in it.

\n\n

The heat was rising in\nme, so much so that it washed out the pain from the crusher on my tits. I could tell that Charles was also getting\nready to come. His strokes started to\nspeed up and get harder, slamming into me deep inside.

\n\n

Suddenly, Charles\njerked straight back on my hair, hard. I\nthough he was going to pull it out of my head. \nI came just as he did. Pulling my\nhair often causes an electric feeling in my pussy, and this made me come really\nhard. I heard Charles let out a\nstuttering shout of pleasure also as his come gushed into me.

\n\n

Fortunately, I was able\nto stay up off the floor. I didn’t want\nto collapse onto the tit crusher hanging under me. Charles let go of my hair and backed away,\nallowing me to sit back on my heels. I\nknew better than to try to get up. After\nall, I was still shackled.

\n\n

I got lucky. Charles didn’t wait long before he started to\nrelease the wingnuts holding the crusher together. As the blood started to flow back into my\ntits, the pain was sharp and immediate. \nI fell forward, begging through the gag for Charles to take the crusher\noff of me. He released the rachet on the\nstrap, letting the plates fall on the floor in front of me.

\n\n

He took off the\nblindfold and gag, letting me see my tortured tits. I was amazed that they were not seriously\nbruised, but they only had crease marks on them I knew would fade in a little\nwhile. From the pain I had suffered in\nthe tit crusher, I would have thought for sure they would have looked awful.

\n\n

I was a little\nsurprised when Charles grabbed my arms and locked them behind me again. I thought he would be done with playing. Instead, he took my leash in hand and started\nto walk me back down the hallway to the bedroom. I followed along, my 34Gs swaying as I was\nled along like an animal again. If you\nhave never been led on a leash, you cannot imagine how humiliating it is. At least I could see this time.

\n\n

Arriving at the\nbedroom, I was surprised when Charles unhooked the leash then lifted me up onto\nthe bed and pulled the covers over me. \nHe climbed into bed, then looked at me and said, “I love having you\nbound like this. You are so exciting\nwhen you are my slave.” How little he\nknew, whose slave I really am.

\n\n

With that, he turned\nout the light. A moment later, I heard\nthe email on my phone ping. It would not\nbe until the next morning when I would be able to find out what it was.

\n\n

I actually slept well\nthat night. The tit crusher hurt, there\nwas no question, but it wasn’t the pain of the talon clamps. When I woke the next morning, Charles quickly\nunlocked me, as was his habit. That at\nleast let my shoulders move again. That\nwas always the worst part of being bound all night.

\n\n

When Charles left the\nbedroom, I picked up my phone, expecting an email from my Master. I was right. \nI just didn’t expect what I found.

\n\n

There was the usual\npictures of me on my knees with the tit crusher on my 34Gs. But there was something else at the bottom my\nMaster had never sent me before: there was a link to a webpage. I didn’t know what else to do but hit the\nlink to see what it showed me.

\n\n

I shouldn’t have done\nit. The page it brought up was a typical\nporn page, with lots of links to various sites. \nBut as I scrolled down, I saw something that scared me to death. One of the pictures, very prominent on the\npage, was of a woman on her knees in heavy bondage. It was me.

\n\n

It was the picture that\nJimmy had taken of me many years before, long before I had my new tits. I was blindfolded, gagged, on my knees, and\nwith my hands cuffed behind my back. \nClover clamps were locked on my nipples, and the “C” clamps were hanging\nfrom my pussy lips. No one who knew me\nnow would recognize me, but I did.

\n\n

I was terrified. Every woman’s nightmare had happened to\nme. My picture, nude, was on the\ninternet. How many more of the now\nhundreds of pictures my Master had of me were also out there for anyone to see? I collapsed on the bed in fear.

\n\n

My email pinged\nagain. Once more, it was from my\nMaster. It simply said, “I will have\nsomething for you to see later today.” I\ndidn’t dare speak, as Charles was where he might hear me. Instead, I knelt up on the bed, presented\nmyself to the spy camera, and bowed my head in the submission of a slave to her\nMaster.

\n\n

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