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One of the few good\nthings about playing with Charles is that when he wakes up, he wants to get on\nwith his day. He doesn’t lay in bed or\nwant to play with me for a while. So as\nsoon as he woke up, he unlocked all my restraints and let me go. Thank goodness.

\n\n

I got in the shower and\ncried for a while. I felt so violated,\nnot only from the torture that Charles had inflicted upon me, but also because\nI knew that, unknown to him, we were giving my Master, who I still didn’t know\na thing about, a real show. I was absolutely\nsure that, right now, an explicit video existed of me being bound, tortured,\nand fucked by Charles. I could only hope\nit remained private.

\n\n

My tits hurt\nhorribly. Not only did the nipples burn\nwith the reminder that they had worn the talon clamps for about four hours, but\nthe places where Charles had shocked me with the cattle prod also stung. So did my pussy, again where I had been\nzapped, and also from both sets of clamps. \nAny touch to my clit brought a sharp stab of pain. There were significant marks on both parts of\nme.

\n\n

I stayed in the shower\nuntil the hot water ran out. Fuck\nCharles if he wanted some. I needed to\nsomehow try to clean myself up. I felt\nso dirty, considering what had been happening to me over the last few weeks.

\n\n

Part of me wasn’t\nsurprised when I heard my phone ping with an email a minute after I came out of\nthe bathroom. I dreaded looking, but I\nknew I had to. Refusing to see what was\nright in front of me was no answer.

\n\n

The words were simple:\n“Great show last night. You looked\nawesome.” There were four pictures\nattached, as before, along with a short video clip. There was one of me as Charles pulled me up\noff the bed, showing my breasts prominently. \nAnother was of me kneeling on the floor, with all the clamps on me. The next depicted me walking back to the\nbedroom on my leash, and the last of me fucking Charles. The video was also of me being fucked, and my\ncries were clearly audible. Again, there\nwas a new low for the most humiliating picture ever taken of me.

\n\n

I heard nothing from my\nMaster through the rest of the weekend. It\nwas if he wanted to let me rest. I was\nthankful for that.

\n\n

Monday came and we got\nback into our routine, including the parts Charles was unaware of now. Returning from my ritual morning trip to the\ngym, I heard, my Master’s voice from the camera as I came into the bedroom from\nmy shower. “Present yourself.”

\n\n

I got up on the bed and\nknelt as I was expected to do. After the\nusual fifteen minutes or so of silence, my Master spoke again. “Did you enjoy your night in chains?” I could not lie. “No, Master.” \nThe chuckle I got in response was pure evil. “I didn’t expect you to. But it is a good warm up for what may happen\nto you in the future.” I didn’t like the\nsound of that.

\n\n

After a few minutes\nsilence, he spoke again. “What are\nyou?” Not knowing what else to say, I\nsaid what I was thinking. “I am your\nslave, Master.” “Very good, my little\nslave. I am looking forward to training\nyou soon.” Again, the long silence, with\nthe eventual order to go about my day.

\n\n

I was so glad I had not\nbeen ordered to masturbate. I didn’t\nthink I could have taken it. My clit\nstill hurt badly when she was touched. I\nhoped for one more day to let her rest and restore.

\n\n

Tuesday went by much the\nsame way. After a few minutes at the\nstart of the day, where I simply presented myself and waited until I was\ndismissed, my Master showed no more interest in me. I was still nude, of course, and I am sure he\nwas watching, but I was left more or less free to go about my work.

\n\n

Wednesday was the\nsame. Then Thursday also. I was both wondering what was happening and\ndreading what would come next. I knew\nthere was no way he was going to just let me go like this forever.

\n\n

I was right. Friday started off the same, but quickly\nchanged. As I came home from the gym, I\nnoticed an envelope on the front porch. \nThat couldn’t be good. Retrieving\nit, I found it contained a door lock fob, like one used for businesses or newer\napartments instead of a key. It was\nquite small, and looked much like the one I had for those rare days I went into\nthe office. I wondered what it was for,\nat the same time fearing the answer.

\n\n

The answer came when I\npresented myself to my Master a little while later. “How do you feel, slave?” I answered honestly. “Much better, Master.” “Good. \nGet dressed. Follow the\ninstructions I send you.” My email\npinged a moment later.

\n\n

Looking at my phone,\nthe fear hit me full force. The orders\nwere simple. Get dressed in bra, thong,\njeans, a top, and heels. Get in my car\nand drive to an address, bringing the fob. \nFurther instructions would be provided when I arrived. The address was downtown, in an area that had\nlots of offices and apartments. I didn’t\nrecognize the exact place, but I knew it was a safe area.

\n\n

Not knowing what else\nto do, I got dressed as instructed and headed for the car. I put the fob on my keychain, knowing I\nwouldn’t lose it there and suspecting it would attract no attention from\nCharles. I was guessing now that it\nwould let me in to where I was going, but had not yet figured out where that\nwas.

\n\n

The drive into town\ntook me about twenty minutes. Traffic\nwas light, being mid-morning. I was\ncareful not to use the GPS. The last\nthing I needed was for Charles to drive my car, use the GPS, and wonder what\nwas with the strange address. But I knew\nthe area well enough to find where I was told to go.

\n\n

It turned out the\naddress was an old brick building that had been renovated a few years ago and\nturned into high-end condos. It had a\nlot of interesting points to it, including very thick interior walls and its\nown private parking area. I guess\ncorrectly that the gate would open with the fob. Pulling into the lot, I found a visitors\nspace and parked to wait. It only took a\nminute.

\n\n

My email pinged for an\nincoming message. All it contained was a\nnumber. I knew what that had to\nmean. Come inside the building and go to\nthat condo. I was long ago committed, so\nI got out of my car and walked to the door.

\n\n

The fob also unlocked\nthe door, and summoned the elevator. \nLots of security here, I noticed. \nNo obvious guards, but I wouldn’t bet against it. Lots of cameras too.

\n\n

The elevator deposited\nme on the proper floor. I figured out\nthe numbers pretty quickly and started down the hallway, my heels clicking on\nthe floor. I have to admit, I love that\nsound. Inevitably it make people, men\nand women alike, look to see who it is clicking down the hall.

\n\n

I found that the\napartment I was looking for was at the end of the hall. The door was nondescript; no nameplate or\nother decoration. It was just a plain\ndoor with a number. Like all the condos,\nit had a sensor for a key fob, so I set mine to the plate and heard the lock\nclick open.

\n\n

Pushing the door open,\nI immediately noticed something odd. The\ndoor was very heavy. As it came open, I\nsaw why. It was much thicker than I\nexpected; not a typical apartment door at all. \nThe reason was not really apparent, although the wall also was\nthick. I guessed it was made of brick\nwith a covering, given how this building was built.

\n\n

The apartment itself\nwas somewhat strange too. I was in the\nliving room. There was a white leather\ncouch, several large stuffed chairs, and a TV. \nThe dining room to one side had a table and chairs in it, while the\nkitchen also had utensils, a refrigerator, and everything needed to cook. But nothing looked lived in.

\n\n

There were none of the\nsigns that someone lived here. No loose\nmagazines, no jacket over a chair, no small items on the floor. It was almost like this place was a museum.

\n\n

Just then, the door\nfell shut behind me. I heard the lock\nclick into place. And then I saw the\ndifferences with this condo. First,\nsitting near the TV, was a row of four metal boxes. All four stood open, almost like garbage cans. They were about 18 inches square and a little\ndeeper. They had a pair of lights on the\nfront, one red and one green.

\n\n

The other thing out of\nplace was the surveillance cameras. They\nwere on every wall, covering every corner of the apartment. I realized I was being watched, and there was\nnowhere to hide.

\n\n

Before I could think\nanother thought, I heard my Master’s voice coming from several speakers. “Welcome, Dawn. I’m glad you made it.” He paused for a moment, then continued, “Go\nover to the boxes, strip nude except for your jewelry and heels, and put it all\nin the box.”

\n\n

I did as I was\ntold. There really wasn’t any\nchoice. I was not even certain the door\nwould open for me to get out if I tried. \nI took off all my clothes, put them in tan open box, and stepped\nback. There was a beep, and the lid\nslowly shut on its own. There was the\nclick of a lock and the light turned red. \nI knew my clothes were gone until my Master chose to give them back.

\n\n

“Walk down the hallway. There is a bedroom on the left with the door\nopen. Go inside.” Again, I did as I had been commanded. The hallway was a normal apartment hallway,\nexcept for the eye of the camera at the end. \nIt had four doors off of it, all but one of which were closed. I walked to the open door.

\n\n

Reaching the door, I\nsaw there was a king sized bed inside with the end facing to the left. It was fully made up, with pillows and a high\nquality comforter. I thought it would be\nwonderful to sleep in, were circumstances different. The blinds were closed on the far side to cover\na full wall of windows. The other three\nwalls were all mirrors. Someone standing\nin the door would be able to have a complete view of anyone in the bed. It looked perfectly normal, except for the\ncameras, and the padded leather blindfold laying on a nightstand. My Master spoke again. “Get up on the bed and present yourself to\nthe camera on the wall at the foot of the bed.” \nI replied, “Yes, Master.”

\n\n

Once I was in place, he\nsoon spoke again. “Put on the\nblindfold.” I complied. “Understand some very important things. I think you already realize you cannot leave\nuntil I let you. The door locks from\nboth directions. I can also lock you in\nthis room if I want. Your clothes are\nalso locked in the box in the living room. \nMost importantly, this apartment is completely soundproof with brick\nwalls. You can scream as loud as you\npossibly can or beat on the walls as hard as you can, and no one will ever hear\nyou. The windows are mirrored, so no one\nwill see you either. Do you\nunderstand?” I replied, as always, “Yes,\nMaster.”

\n\n

Then came the\ninstruction I suspected I would receive some form of: “Get on your hands and\nknees, facing the same way, head up, and your back straight. Do not move no matter what happens.”

\n\n

I had little\nchoice. I positioned myself as\ncommanded. I had an awful feeling that I\nknew what was going to come next.

\n\n

It took about five\nminutes before I sensed a movement of the air. \nThere was no sound of a door, but I realized I was not alone in the\ncondo. I was terrified and barely\nholding myself together.

\n\n

Suddenly, from the\ndirection of the door, not more than a few feet, perhaps just inside, I heard\nmy Master’s voice again. “Well,\nDawn. I like what I see.” He was there. \nThis wasn’t coming from a speaker. \nHe was standing right next to me, even though I could not see him. He could see me there, on my hands and knees,\nmy blonde hair laying on my back, my 34G breasts hanging beneath my body, my\nslim athletic legs holding me up, with my clear platform heels on my feet. I knew I had to be an erotic sight, displayed\nnude before a man I had never seen. I\nwas both terrified and horrified to be in this position, but could not even\nmove a muscle from the fear.

\n\n

He was standing right\nin front of me. I could feel his\npresence. My fear was clear on my face. It was all I could do not to tear the\nblindfold off and see who my tormentor really was, but that would require\nmoving, something I could not do. I did\nnot recognize his voice, but that meant very little. However, I realized that fighting back would\nonly hurt me. All I could do was submit.

\n\n

I could feel my Master\nwalking around the bed, inspecting me like an animal being purchased. Suddenly, I felt his hand touch my face,\nbrushing my blonde locks behind my ear. \nThen his hand slid down my neck and reached my chest. He wrapped it around my left breast as she\nhung beneath me.

\n\n

Gently he squeezed her,\nthen lifted her to feel her weight. I\nheard a quiet chuckle as he gauged how big my breasts really are. I forced myself to hold still as he moved his\nhand down my back, then between my legs to my pussy. His finger penetrated between my lips and\ndiscovered that I was wet and ready, triggering another chuckle.

\n\n

“Well, Dawn. I see you are excited. You know what I am going to do to you. Tell me the truth. Do you want me to fuck you?” I thought for a moment, afraid of what would\nhappen if I told the truth. I finally\ndecided that he asked for it.

\n\n

I replied, “No,\nMaster. I don’t want this. Please let me go.” He chuckled again. “Not going to happen, slave. And that is what you are – my slave. And I am going to enjoy my new property.”

\n\n

With that, I started\nhearing the sounds of my Master undressing. \nThe sliding of bootlaces, the click of his belt buckle, and the rough\nsound of his shirt coming off over his head. \nThere was the release of his zipper, a clack as his pants fell, and a\nsoft sound for his underwear. My\nbreathing got deeper and faster as I knew that in just a moment, I was going to\nbe raped.

\n\n

This was going to be a\nrape unlike any I had ever heard of. \nEvery woman thinks about what it would be like to be raped. We think of them as violent episodes, where a\nman beats us into submission. Or\nsometimes when we get drunk and someone takes advantage of us. I never dreamed that I would literally take\nmyself to the place I was going to be raped, and then hold still, like a rabbit\ncaught by a snake, for my rapist to assault me.

\n\n

But I did hold\nstill. A moment later, I felt the bed\nmove as he climbed up onto it. I felt\nthe heat of his body as he moved between my legs. And then, in an instant, there was what I was\ndreading – the pressure of his cock as he forced his way inside to take me as\nhis slave, as his victim.

\n\n

I cried out for a\nmoment as his hands came down on my back, grasping me as my Master firmly\npulled me back onto his cock, burying himself deep inside me. He felt so huge, so hot, and so\nunwanted. Even though my body was\nreacting to his presence inside of me, I was terrified in my mind. I could tell he was bareback. I could only hope he didn’t give me some\ndisease.

\n\n

He started stroking\ninto me, hard. There was none of the\ngentle start that Charles usually gave me. \nFrom the beginning, he was making it clear that I was here for his\npleasure, not my own. There was no doubt\nthat his intention was to come inside me in as brutal and impersonal a way as\nhe could. He was marking me as his\nslave.

\n\n

Not knowing what else\nto do, I started fucking back against my Master. I could tell he liked it. I just wanted to get this over with. My tits were swinging beneath me, slapping\ninto each other. I realized that my\nMaster had kept his word. Just as he\npromised when he had Charles fuck me from behind in front of the window two\nweeks ago, my Master was doing the exact same thing to me now.

\n\n

Suddenly, he reached\ndown and grabbed my wrists. He pulled\nback, for a moment causing me to collapse forward, until he pulled my arms\nbehind me. Leaning back, my Master\npulled my body completely off the bed, until I was held there in the same\nposition as before, with my breasts hanging beneath me, but this time held up\nby the great strength of his arms. I\nscreamed as my shoulders took all my weight, and from the increased force of\nhis cock slamming into me inside.

\n\n

I forced myself back\nonto his cock as my dam burst and I orgasmed, screaming in pleasure, just as I\nfelt the heat of him coming inside of me. \nIt felt like he had really put a load into me, hot and sticky. I also immediately felt dirty and used. My Master had ripped a part of my soul out of\nme and taken it as his trophy.

\n\n

For the better part of\na minute he held me there in the air, impaled on his cock, breasts and blonde\nhair hanging beneath me, all my weight pulled through my arms. I was so humiliated that he had made me come\nlike that, being raped. I let my head\nhang in shame at what I had done. He had\nmade me his whore. I started to cry.

\n\n

Without warning, my\nMaster let go of my arms, I fell straight down on my face, startling me. He got up off the bed. I could hear the sound of him doing something\nwith his clothes. Not knowing what else\nto do, I pushed myself back up onto my hands and knees.

\n\n

He must have seen me\nmove. I felt him walk around to where my\nface was, at the end of the bed. I could\nsense he stood in front of me. My Master\nspoke a single word: “Open.” Realizing\nwhat he meant, I opened my mouth.

\n\n

A moment later, I felt\nhis wet cock in my mouth. He had come on\nhim, as well as my own juices. I had\nnever tasted myself before. I didn’t\nlike it at all. Understanding what he\nwanted, I obediently cleaned his cock off with my mouth and tongue, being extra\ncareful not to touch him with my teeth. \nI did not want to risk what likely would have been a very painful\nreaction from my Master.

\n\n

After a minute or so,\nhe chuckled again and said, “Good slave.” I stopped and he withdrew. I stayed where I was while my Master got\ndressed. It only took him a minute or\nso, then he walked to the door.

\n\n

“You will come here\nwhenever I call. This was just a taster\nof what you can expect. I know you liked\nbeing fucked today. Remember tonight,\nwhen your husband fucks you, that you already have my come inside you.” With that, he walked out of the room.

\n\n

I knelt there on all\nfours, crying into the blindfold. I\ndidn’t know if I could move, if I could leave, anything. I was terrified. After a few minutes, again without hearing\nthe door or anything else, my Master’s voice came from the speakers again. “Take off the blindfold, get up, clean yourself\nup in the bathroom, and go to the living room. \nYour clothes bin is open. You may\ndress and go. Your fob will open the\ndoor.”

\n\n

I got off my hands and\nknees and sat there for I don’t know how long, crying. It hurt being raped like that. Not the way you might think, with physical\npain like when Charles tortured me a week ago, but deep inside me, as I\nrealized I had lost even more of what little dignity I had left.

\n\n

When I walked in the\nfront room, the can my clothes wee in was standing open with the green light\non. I got dressed and walked to the\ndoor. As my Master had promised, the pad\nby the door opened the lock when I presented the fob he had sent me. I got the hell out of there as quickly as I\ncould and headed home.

\n\n

Fortunately, when I\narrived, it was only about half an hour before Charles was due to come home, so\nI didn’t have to strip. But I did hear\none thing from my Master over the speakers before Charles arrived. It was simple: “Be sure to fuck him good tonight, and think\nabout the fact I already fucked you today.” \nI collapsed on the floor, crying some more.

\n\n

I did. Later that night, I got Charles to put me on\nthe bed on my back, with my legs up in the air while he fucked me, as he stood\nby the bed. It made my tits bounce hard,\nup and down my chest. He pounded me so\nhard I was screaming. I am sure my Master\nwas watching. But all the time, I was\ndying inside. Charles had no idea I had\nbeen raped early in the day. He didn’t\nunderstand in the slightest that he has sloppy seconds tonight. I was so humiliated that I was whoring myself\nagain.

\n\n

As seemed to have\nbecome the habit, I heard nothing more from my Master through the weekend. It was not until Monday morning that his\nvoice appeared. As soon as I got out of\nthe shower, he spoke. “Go to the\napartment. Wear whatever you like with\nyour heels.

\n\n

I didn’t want to fuck\nhim again. But I had no choice. Resistance would only make things worse. I decided to do this right. I put on black leggings, a sweater, and my\nheels. Heading for the car, I wondered\nabout the GPS. If Charles looked at\nwhere I was going, I might have some explaining to do. Sitting in the driveway for a few minutes, I\ndiscovered the setting that shut off the feature showing prior tracks and then\nerased the memory. Hopefully that would\nend the problem.

\n\n

I considered myself\nfortunate, when I reached the condo building, that neither time I had been here\nhad I seen anyone. It was mid-morning,\nand most people were going about their business. I also didn’t have to dress in some publicly\nembarrassing way either. I looked like a\nnormal woman in that area, even though, as a slave, I did not feel normal at\nall.

\n\n

Arriving at the\napartment door, I wondered what I would find inside this time. My mind was running in overdrive, creating\nfear for me, imagining what was going to happen. I knew my Master was into BDSM, having forced\nme into a situation where Charles could torture me, and I feared that the\nmost. I hated pain, at least the kind of\npain inflicted on a woman for a man’s pleasure.

\n\n

I opened the door and\nstepped inside. Like the first time, the\ncondo appeared deserted. But, I remember\nhow my Master appeared without warning, and there were several closed\ndoors. I knew better to attempt to open\nthem, however.

\n\n

As the hall door closed\nbehind me, I heard the lock snap into place. \nI wasn’t going anywhere. A moment\nlater, my Master’s voice came from the speakers. “Lose everything but the jewelry and\nheels.” Taking my cue, I got undressed\nas quickly as I could, putting it all in one of the boxes. When I stepped back, the lid slowly closed,\nthe lock clicked, and the red light came on.

\n\n

“Go to the bedroom and\nlie down on the bed.” That was\nunexpected. No command for the blindfold\nthis time. Perhaps I might get to see my\nMaster at last. When I got there, I laid\ndown on the bed, on my back with my head on the pillows. As soon as I got in position, the bedroom\ndoor closed on its own. I heard the lock\nclick when the door was fully shut. That\ndid not make me feel good.

\n\n

I had to admit, the bed\nwas comfortable. I loved the satin cover\nof the comforter. The pillows were huge\nand a firm down, and the mattress had a thick pillow top, so much so I was\nsuper relaxed as I lay there, nude. I\ncould almost forget that I was not here of my own free will.

\n\n

I wasn’t sure how long\nI laid there quietly. Suddenly, I heard\nthe lock click on the bedroom door. It\ndidn’t open, but for a moment, I thought I heard a voice in the main room. I didn’t dare move. I just lay there and waited.

\n\n

There was a few moments\nof silence, then the door swung towards me. \nI nearly had a heart attack when I realized that standing in the door\nwas another woman. She was about my age,\nwell-built, had long red hair, and made a pretty face. More importantly, she was also nude, wearing\nnothing more than jewelry and a set of 8 inch black and gold platform heels.

\n\n

I must have laid there\nstaring at her for at least ten seconds of silence, not knowing what to\ndo. She did not speak either, but my\nMaster did. “Annmarie, this is Dawn. Teach her.” \nThe woman answered, just as I would have, “Yes, Master.”

\n\n

I lay there in\nfear. Who was this woman? Was she a slave? Her use of the word “Master” suggested that,\nbut I didn’t know for sure. Why was she\nnude? Why was she here? What was happening? The questions drowned me.

\n\n

Annmarie, as I now knew\nshe was, walked over to the bed as I sat up, nervously. I looked her over as she approached. She had beautiful white skin that made her\nred hair, which hung halfway down here back look almost on fire. Her eyes were a deep green that I found\nexciting. She was slim and athletic,\nlike me. Her breasts were not as big,\nprobably 36DD or so, but still plenty big. \nHer pussy was shaved clean, again, just like mine. Annmarie looked comfortable as she sat down\non the end of the bed, looking at me, although I could see, deep in her eyes, a\nhint of sadness, as if she was sorry about what was happening.

\n\n

“Dawn, as our Master\nsaid, I am Annmarie. Before you ask,\nyes, I am a slave like you. I have\nanother life, also like you. Don’t say a\nword. Let me explain the rules before\nyou get us both in trouble by blurting something out, ok?” Not trusting myself to speak, I simply nodded\nmy head.

\n\n

“You aren’t allowed to\nask me about who I am, what I do, where I live, what my full name is, or\nanything else. Don’t tell me anything\nlike that about yourself either. Don’t\nask me how many of us there are. I can’t\ntell you. All I know is that there are\nseveral of us. Don’t ask me who our\nMaster is. Just like you, I have never\nseen him as far as I know. And don’t ask\nme what I have done with or for our Master. \nOther than what I am supposed to teach you, I can’t tell you. OK so far?” \nAgain, I nodded my head.

\n\n

“I am allowed to tell\nyou one thing. Do you see the door\nacross the hall?” Once more, I nodded. “If you misbehave, the Master will take you\nin there. You don’t want to go in\nthere. That’s his torture chamber. Understand?” \nTerrified now, I nodded again.

\n\n

She smiled. “Don’t worry. \nI’m never going to hurt you. I’m\nin the same trap you are. The best thing\nwe can do is try to be happy, all right?” \nTrying to put a good face on the situation, quite literally, I did my\nbest to smile. Her eyes softened some\nmore, and now the questioning began.

\n\n

“Tell me, Dawn, and\nthis is important, have you ever had sex with another woman before?” I am sure I turned beet red. My old boyfriend, who had really gotten me\ninto this mess, had convinced me one night to hook up with another woman. She was a skank, I didn’t remember anything\nbecause I was drunk, and I hated it so much that I vowed afterwards never to do\nthat again. But I suspected my Master\nknew that, so I decided to tell the truth. \n“Yes, I have, sort of. And I\nhated it.”

\n\n

Annmarie’s face became\na little sad. “I am sorry about\nthat. I’m sorry I have to do this to\nyou. But our Master wants you to be\nbisexual, so I am going to teach you how to pleasure a woman and be pleasured\nby her. I was taught the same way by one\nof our Master’s other slaves, and like you, I didn’t want to do this. But I learned how, because I don’t want a\ntrip across the hall. And understand, if\nyou don’t learn, we both go across the hall. \nI don’t have a choice, and neither do you. So let’s try to enjoy it, all right?”

\n\n

Her matter-of-fact tone\nwas frightening. Here was a woman who\nwas beautiful, in some circles more beautiful than me, who had been trapped\nlike me and, like me, had been turned into an involuntary lesbian. Well, bisexual I guess is the more accurate\nword, but that really made no difference. \nShe had sex with other women, not because she wanted to, not because she\nenjoyed it, but because she had no choice – because a man we had never seen\ncommanded her to do so.

\n\n

With that, Annmarie\ncrawled up the bed beside me and snuggled up against me as I laid back down on\nthe pillows. I turned on my side so I\ncould see her. For a few moments, she\nlay there looking into my eyes, then she leaned forward and kissed me on the\nlips.

\n\n

She was soft and\nwarm. I resisted, even though she was\ngentle with me. I didn’t want this. I’m not a lesbian, bisexual, whatever. I don’t care about who is, but that isn’t\nme. But as I felt her tongue slip past\nmy lips, I also felt my resolve weakening. \nDeep inside I knew that, unlike the last time where my jerk of a\nboyfriend was pressuring me, but had no real power, this time, I had no\nchoice. I didn’t know Annmarie yet, and\nmaybe wouldn’t ever know her well, but I didn’t want to hurt her either.

\n\n

Annmarie put her right\nhand on my left breast, her fingers spread wide. She gently squeezed, enough to make me\nwarmer. She started kneading the flesh,\nbringing an unusual, but interesting, sensation to my body. No man had ever touched me like that, so\ngentle, yet commanding.

\n\n

A fell backward as we\nbroke the kiss, rolling onto my back. Annmarie\nlet me go for a moment, then moved her head so she could reach my right\nbreast. She went straight for the\nnipple, sucking it into her mouth. She\nswirled her tongue around it, making the most wonderful feeling. My resistance to having sex with another\nwoman was collapsing fast.

\n\n

Annmarie’s right hand\nlocked itself over my left breast again, this time trapping my other nipple\nbetween her thumb and forefinger. Unlike\na cold, uncaring clamp, she gently manipulated me, making my nipple incredibly\nhard. My breath started coming faster\nand heavier as I lay there, immersed in the sensation.

\n\n

She released both my\nbreasts, then moved her head to my left breast as her hands started sliding\ndown my nude body. She was exploring\nevery hollow, every curve, as her tongue caressed my other nipple. After a few moments, Annmarie slid her leg\nover me, then climbed up atop me, her head between my breasts.

\n\n

Her tongue traced a\npath down across my body. I knew where\nAnnmarie was going. Somehow, I didn’t want\nher to stop. It felt so good to have her\non top of me, her heavy breasts sliding along me, then falling between my\nlegs. As her head made it there, I\nreached up and put my hands on her head, feeling her silky tresses, excited by\nwhat I knew was coming next.

\n\n

The touch of Annmarie’s\ntongue to the top of my pussy made me take a deep breath. As I looked down, I could barely see her head\nbehind the large swells of my 34G breasts. \nHer attentions had my nipples standing up straight and hard, begging for\nmore. Annmarie looked up for a moment,\nsaw me watching, and extended her hands back up to my tits, grasping both\nnipples to work them between her fingers some more. I dropped my head back onto the pillow just\nas the tip of her tongue touched my clit at last.

\n\n

I’ve had guys go down\non me a few times, but it was nothing like this. She felt SO GOOD, so perfect. Annmarie knew right how to touch me, how to\nexcite me. Her hands kept working my\nnipples at the same time, harder and faster, matching pace with her\ntongue. My breathing sped up and got\neven deeper. I felt my head falling\ndeeper into the pillows, their sides collapsing in front of my face. I couldn’t see a thing now. All I could do was feel.

\n\n

It was so different\nfrom the terror and pain I felt just a few days ago when Charles was torturing\nme. Even though I was almost as blind\nnow as I was then, this was the complete opposite. I felt like I had someone here who cared about\nnothing except my pleasure.

\n\n

Suddenly, Annmarie sped\nup her lapping at my clit. In seconds,\nmy back was arching, and then I came with a scream that was so different from\nmy normal sounds. I couldn’t believe\nanother woman had done this to me, made me come so hard. As I fell back down onto the bed, I was\nshocked at my own reactions. I never\nbelieved that I could enjoy being with another woman, but here I was, loving\nit.

\n\n

After a moment,\nAnnmarie slid off me and laid back down beside me, her arms wrapped around me,\nlooking into my eyes. Her emerald green\ngems seemed to look deep inside me, still with a hint of sadness, like she was\nashamed of what she had just done. I\nthink she knew how much I liked how she had made me feel and wished she had not\nbeen forced into it.

\n\n

I finally spoke: “Do\nyou want me…” My voice trailed off, as I\ndidn’t know what to say. I had almost\nforgotten where I was and why I was here, but her words brought reality\ncrashing down around me. “You have\nto. He won’t let us out until you make\nme come, and you have to use your tongue.”

\n\n

I was horrified. I realized that this was going to be a\ntwo-way relationship. I didn’t know if I\ncould. I lay there for several minutes,\nin silence, looking at Annmarie and trying to picture myself pleasuring her. It frightened me even more.

\n\n

Annmarie must have\nknown we needed to get moving soon, because she put one of her hands behind my\nhead and pulled me toward her breasts as she lay on her side next to me. Not knowing what else to do, I took her right\nnipple into my mouth and sucked on it. \nIt felt strange. I really didn’t\nknow what to do. I hadn’t been this\ninept since my first time with a man.

\n\n

Annmarie put her hands\non my shoulders, gently trying to encourage me to move down to her pussy. I figured out that this was what I had to do,\nbut I couldn’t do it. She applied a\nlittle more pressure, but I wouldn’t move. \nI was afraid of what was going to happen if I didn’t, but I just\ncouldn’t make it happen.

\n\n

After a minute or so of\nsilence, I heard our Master’s voice from the speakers. “Put them on her.” Annmarie looked at me, clearly scared, sad,\nand disturbed at what she had to do. Finally\nshe said, “Yes, Master,” as she sat up. \nI couldn’t see what she did, but I heard a drawer open in the far\nnightstand.

\n\n

When she came back\nwhere I could see her, Annmarie had in her hands what looked like two strange\nleather belt pairs. I realized they were\nrestraints of some kind. She looked at\nme and said, “I’m sorry I have to do this to you. If it makes you feel any better, my first\ngirlfriend had to use these on me my first time too.”

\n\n

With that, she got down\nby my legs and started to hook one of the belts around my left thigh. I realized after a moment what they\nwere. The larger belt went around my\nleg, while the smaller belt attached to it was going to go around my\nwrist. When buckled, they would pin my\narms to my sides.

\n\n

I thought for a moment\nof trying to fight her off, but I decided there was nothing I could do. I was locked in a room, inside a locked apartment,\nwith a sort of bisexual woman who was about to force herself on me because a\nman who had enslaved us both ordered her to do so. How could I fight my way out of that,\nespecially considering all I had was a pair of heels? The only option was to submit.

\n\n

When she had my arms\nsecurely bound to my legs, I laid on the bed and tried not to cry. I didn’t know exactly what was going to\nhappen next, but it was fairly clear I was going to be forced to perform oral\nsex on Annmarie. I didn’t want to be a\nlesbian, and if I did this, I knew I would be one for the rest of my life. Another part of my dignity was about to be\nripped out of my soul forever.

\n\n

Still with that sad\nlook on her face, Annmarie said to me, “Please just go with it. I will be gentle. But you have to do this.” With that, she slid up to straddle me, then\nmoved forward until she had her pussy right over my face. Gently she lowered herself down on top of my\nmouth, so I had no choice but to do what she wanted me to do.

\n\n

I finally broke and started\nto cry. It made no difference. She slowly pushed herself more firmly down\nonto me until I had no choice. I\ntentatively put my tongue out and started to lap at her clit, which was\nliterally right there. I was so\ndisgusted with myself that I was doing this, but couldn’t figure out a way to\nget out of this.

\n\n

Something must have\nbeen going right, because Annmarie started grinding on me. I could tell she was getting excited from my\nattentions to her. I didn’t like this at\nall. But I tried to get her to come,\njust to get it over with. I laid there,\nstruggling a little bit, but mostly flicking my tongue against her clit. I don’t think I was very good at it, but I\nadmit that Annmarie did her best to be persuasive to our Master. She was moaning and grinding, and I do think\nI was making an impact on her. But I\nclearly was unenthusiastic about what I was doing.

\n\n

Finally, after a few\nminutes, Annmarie finally orgasmed on my face. \nIt wasn’t a fake. I would have\nknown that. A woman can tell when another\nwoman is faking it. But it also wasn’t\nthe best one she had ever had, to say the least. Probably in the bottom third. I honestly felt badly for her, because she\nhad done so good for me.

\n\n

She gave it a moment,\nthen got up off me and laid down next to me. \nI started crying again. I didn’t\nwant any of this. I didn’t want to have\nsex with other women. I didn’t want to\nbe a slave. I didn’t want to be\nabused. But it was all happening to me,\nand I couldn’t escape. I never realized\nthings like this could happen today, but now I was living it.

\n\n

Our Master apparently\nwas displeased with us – really me, but he held Annmarie responsible too. “Annmarie, I am disappointed. I thought you knew better, after what you\nwent through your first time. You must\ndo better next time, or there will be more severe punishment than you already\nwill receive. Go out and get\ndressed.” She replied, as required,\n“Yes, Master.”

\n\n

Annmarie looked and me\nand quietly said, “I don’t blame you. I\nresisted at first, too. But you have to\ndo this. Please learn quickly, for both\nof our sakes. See you soon.” With that, she got up and walked to the\ndoor. The lock clicked, allowing\nAnnmarie to pull the door open. She\nlooked back over her shoulder at me once, with that sad smile, and then let the\ndoor close, cutting her off from me.

\n\n

I could barely hear\nsome sound from the front room, but nothing distinct enough to matter. After several minutes of laying there, my\nMaster spoke again. “Dawn, I am very\ndisappointed in your failure to perform today. \nThis will require punishment. You\nshould also know that you have caused Annmarie to be punished, and her\npunishment will be as painful as yours. \nIf you ever fail me again, I will see to it that you will suffer at my\nhand, and worse yet, be forced to watch me torture her for your failure.”

\n\n

I was terrified. What was I supposed to do? Completely change my life? I don’t want to be bisexual. But it seemed I had no choice. All I could do was say, “Yes, Master.”

\n\n

“Tonight, when your\nhusband gets home, you will beg him to fuck you in the ass while you are bound,\nand to beat you on your breasts with the cane. \nNow, get up, get dressed, and leave.” \nAgain, all I could say was, “Yes, Master.”

\n\n

I got up and left the\nbedroom. There was no sign of Annmarie\neither in the apartment or when I went outside. \nIt was as if she had never been there. \nI got dressed, got in my car, and went home.

\n\n

Again, it wasn’t too\nlong before Charles was expected home, so I didn’t have to strip myself nude\nagain. I just sat there, trying not to\ncry, thinking about how I was going to handle this tonight. He rarely wanted to play on a Monday night,\nbut there were exceptions. I finally\ndecided on the direct approach. If I had\nasked him nicely, he might have asked me to wait to Friday. I couldn’t risk that.

\n\n

When dinner was over, I\nwent back to the bedroom without saying anything to Charles. I got out the steel and leather cuffs, the\nsuspension cuffs, my blindfold, the mouthguard gad, my collar, the spreader\nbar, the chained clover clamps, the “C” clamps, the cane, and the lube. I got undressed, but this time put on my\nsilver sequined booties with the 8 inch platform heels, for some variety.

\n\n

Sat down on the edge of\nthe bed and put the steel and leather cuffs on my ankles, then the suspension\ncuffs on my wrists. I had a bad feeling\nI might end up hanging from my arms before the night was over. Charles had several years before had put an\nelectric winch in the attic over our bedroom, which could drop its shackle down\nthrough a hole he put in that had a cover over it like a fire sprinkler in an\noffice. I got the controller out and\nlowered the winch until the shackle was at the point I needed it overhead.

\n\n

I carefully took the\n“C” clamps and put both of them on my pussy, holding both my outer lips\ntogether, one clamp in front and another clamp in the middle. That ought to make it clear that I didn’t\nwant fucked that way, especially with the lube being prominent. Charles had this really neat silicon lube\nthat worked much better than KY, thank goodness. I am so tight in my ass that it hurts enough\nwith the best lube there is on the market.

\n\n

The collar was locked\naround my neck, then locked the spreader bar to my left ankle cuff. I put the clover clamps on my nipples, trying\nnot to cry out from the pain. The cane\nwas clipped to the front ring of my collar, hanging between my breasts. I took the blindfold and, holding the loose\nend of the spreader bar, carefully walked over to the shackle hanging from the\nceiling, trying not to let the clamps swing any more than I had to.

\n\n

When I got there, I put\nthe blindfold on the top of my head so I wouldn’t lose it, then gently bent\nover and locked the other end of the spreader bar in place. I put the gag in my mouth and tightened it\ndown, then pulled the blindfold down over my eyes. Finally, I reached up and found the\nshackle. It had a one-way hook on it,\nwith a safety gate. I could force the\nrings of the suspension cuffs onto it, but not back off it. It took me a few tries in the dark, but I\nfinally got both cuffs in place. I was\nnow hanging from the ceiling.

\n\n

Being gagged, I had no\nway to call for Charles. All I could do\nwas wait for him. He used to do this to\nme, back before I had been unfaithful to him, just like this. That was why I had clipped the cane where I\nhad. He would chain me from the ceiling,\nthen clip the cane in place where he intended to whip me. Hanging from the back of the collar meant my\nback. From the back of the belly chain\nmeant my ass, while the front meant my pussy. \nIf he hung it from the front of my collar, as I had tonight, he was\ngoing to beat me on my tits. Back then\nthey were smaller. I was terrified of\nwhat a beating on enhanced 34Gs was going to be like.

\n\n

I couldn’t believe I\nwas about to be sexually tortured by my husband for the pleasure of my\nmysterious Master. Moreover, Charles\ndidn’t even know what he was doing. He\nthought I wanted this. The complexity of\nthe situation was mind boggling, while the realization of what I had gotten\nmyself into, over a single photograph, was enough to make me want to die. I had enslaved myself, made myself a torture\ntoy, and now was being forced to become bisexual. I had lost control of my life.

\n\n

As luck would have it,\nCharles didn’t realize I wasn’t around for at least an hour. He probably was reading. When he got into a book, he lost all track of\neverything. It took him over an hour to\nrealize that he hadn’t seen me in a while and come looking for me.

\n\n

I heard him coming down\nthe hallway, then turn the corner into our bedroom. He stopped in the door, looking at me hanging\nfrom the ceiling, nude, spread, and clamped, with the cane hanging between my\nmassive breasts. I think he was\nsurprised to see me there.

\n\n

“Well, not what I\nexpected. I see what you want, and I am\nhappy to oblige you. I can’t wait to see\nwhat happens when your new tits are beaten.” \nI wished I could tell him that I didn’t want to see it at all.

\n\n

To my horror, the next\nsound I heard was the series of beeps the digital camera makes when it comes\non. He doesn’t really go for using his\nphone to record things he cares about. \nInstead, he keeps a good digital camera around to take those\npictures. I guess I was going to get to\nsee what happened after all. Of course,\nsince I was hanging in full view of the bedroom spy camera, I knew my Master\nwas recording this too. Once again, the\nrecord for my most humiliating photos was up for grabs.

\n\n

Once Charles had the\ncamera ready, he reached for the cane. I\nfelt him pick it off my chest, then unclip it from my collar. Of course, it was under the chain of the\nclover clamps, so he had to take the opportunity to pull on the chain, causing\na flashbulb to go off in my head from the pain of my nipples being pulled and\ncrushed, as well as a scream to be heard behind my gag.

\n\n

I could hear Charles\nstep back and adjust himself. After a\nfew moments of silence, there was suddenly the “swish” of the cane slicing\nthrough the air before I felt the burning pain of the cane on both my tits at\nonce. They bounced as I screamed into\nthe gag. I knew Charles had put a lot\ninto it, but that strike wasn’t as hard others he had given me in the past.

\n\n

After a few seconds of\nsilence, I heard the sound again just before he struck again. He put a little more into this one, and the\npain was unbelievable. I didn’t know\nwhat was happening. My scream was even\nstronger this time.

\n\n

Charles took a few\nextra seconds this time before the next swing. \nI knew what that meant. When that\none came, it was as hard as he could muster, putting all his strength and\nweight behind it. He hit me so hard that\nI fell off my feet and hung from my arms. \nAt the same time, I let out a howl that sounded more like it came from\nan animal than a person. I couldn’t\nbelieve being beaten on my breasts hurt so much more now than it used to.

\n\n

I couldn’t tell you\nwhich breast he hit, or both maybe, or where on them he hit. It just hurt so incredibly bad. My agony was far beyond anything that had ever\nhappened to me when beaten before. What\nwas going on here?

\n\n

Since I had fallen,\nCharles took the opportunity to hoist me fully up. By that I mean he used the winch to raise me\nup, then some distance further up, so my feet were well off the floor. He loved to do this. I knew the sensation of my own weight hanging\nfrom my arms, making my shoulders feel like they were going to dislocate. The pain became even more, causing me to\nstart a low keening sound through my gag, like an animal in pain, which I guess\nwas what I was.

\n\n

The next hit with the\ncane caused me to throw my head back and wail some more. I was starting to grey out, it hurt so\nmuch. This beating created a mixture of\nsharp pain when Charles hit me, followed by a deeper, intense pain in my chest\na moment later, which grew more intense with every strike.

\n\n

At the fifth stroke of\nthe cane, I felt like I was about to pass out. \nI started a continuous scream, again and again, pausing only to\nbreathe. I must have screamed four or\nfive times in a row, as loud as I could with that hateful mouthguard gag. I was starting to fear that I was going to\ndie here.

\n\n

Somehow in that stroke,\nI realized after a moment that the clover clamps had come off. I had no idea whether they fell off, they\nwere hit off by the cane, or if Charles took them off. I couldn’t even feel the usual sharp pain\nfrom the blood coming back into my nipples because the rest of my tits hurt so\nmuch.

\n\n

I think Charles finally\ncaught on after that last extended set of screams that he probably should\nstop. Or maybe his arm just was\ntired. I don’t know, but he\nstopped. I guess that’s all that\nmatters. I hung there from my wrists,\nstill in the dark of my blindfold, waiting for what would happen next.

\n\n

As I hung there in my bonds,\nI realized what the problem was. As I\nsaid, it hurt so much more now with my implants than it had when I was all\nnatural. Of course it would. I had 600cc of saline inside them now. Saline – salt water – will not compress. So unlike before, when my breasts had the\nability to “squish” under the cane, now they won’t. The saline pressed – hard – against the\ncapsules of flesh they were in. No\nwonder it hurt so much. I wonder if my\nMaster knew that. I suspect he did.

\n\n

I realized after a\nmoment that I could hear Charles undressing. \nThat was followed by the winch coming back down until my feet were on\nthe floor again, taking the pressure off my wrists and shoulders. If you have never hung like that, you have no\nidea how much pain it causes. I have\ndone that many times before, but it had been a long time. I had a bad feeling though that this was not\nthe last time I would hang like that, probably for a lot longer.

\n\n

Charles let the winch\ndown a little more, enough that he could bend me over slightly. A little pressure on my upper back convinced\nme to do just that. A moment later, I\nheard the click of the plastic cap on the lube bottle as it opened, then\nanother as it closed. I knew what was\ncoming next.

\n\n

He put his hands on my\nass as I hung there, pulling me back towards him a little bit. I tried to relax as much as I could,\nespecially after such a savage beating. If\nI couldn’t, the next part of this was going to hurt even worse.

\n\n

It was just a moment\nbefore I felt Charles cock pushing on my asshole. I really hated having anal sex with him. I had never been fucked in the ass before I\nmet my boyfriend. He had been so gentle\nand made me love being fucked that way. \nWe called it “my secret desire”. \nI could come from being fucked in my ass alone by Jimmy. It was my favorite way to have my old\nboyfriend fuck me, but not Charles. This\nwas the last refuge, the last memory I had from that wonderful time, and I\nwould never accept that Charles could use his cock in my ass even half as\nwell. I would come from being fucked in\nthe ass by my boyfriend, but never by Charles.

\n\n

I think Charles knew\nall of that. I think he knew I tried to\nkeep him out of my ass because that is what Jimmy and I had together. He had tried a few times to do it right, but it\nnever worked out. Now, when he fucked me\nin the ass, I think he did it to punish me. \nTonight he certainly would.

\n\n

Charles forced his cock\ninto my ass, breaching through my ring. It\nhurt like hell, even though he had used lube. \nThe pain was excruciating. He\nreally did go slow, at least at first. \nBut so often like he always did, he sped up too fast, crushing my\nrectum. I was sure he was going to tear\nsomething.

\n\n

I think, deep inside,\nCharles looks at fucking my ass as a hatefucking. I think he knows it hurts me, and so he\nspeeds up to make me hurt. I started\ncrying has he stroked into me, harder and faster. My tits were swinging hard beneath me,\nslapping together. I know how much\nCharles likes that too. I bet my Master\nloved watching this.

\n\n

Fortunately for me,\nwhen he does fuck me in the ass, Charles comes much more quickly. Tonight was no exception. Within a few minutes, most of which I spent\nscreaming into my gag as he pounded me, he finally came inside me, spewing his\ncome. I, of course, received no release\nthis time.

\n\n

I had a bad feeling of\nwhat was going to happen next, and unfortunately for me, I was right in my\nguess. Charles stepped back, sliding out\nof me and letting go. Still bound nude,\nblindfolded, and gagged, hanging from the ceiling, he left me there. I heard him leave the room. He had done this before, leaving me hanging\nfrom the ceiling for quite a while afterwards. \n

\n\n

I knew he would be back,\nbut it still hurt to be left here, hanging as a slave. What was worse, I knew that my Master was\nwatching me take my punishment for my failure at the apartment. I realized I had brought this on myself. I was hanging here, in pain, because I had\nfailed my Master. I hadn’t done what he\nwanted of me. Even though I didn’t want\nto be bisexual, I didn’t want this either. \nI really was sorry for failing my Master.

\n\n

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