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\nLeanne’s O Fantasy

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\nThis is a story featuring my\nslave Leanne. The stories can be read and enjoyed separately, so I\nhave not included them in part of a large novel. But if you want to\nread them in the order in which they occurred it is this order (when\nI have completed writing the stories):

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\n\n

\nPlaying with Leanne I

\nPlaying with Leanne II:\nTweezers

\nPlaying with Leanne III:\nRed Hot Needles

\nLeanne Gives Up Her Safe\nWord

\nLeanne’s O Fantasy

\nThe Crucifixion of Leanne

\nLeanne Sacrifices Her Clit

\nLeanne Moves In

\nLeanne’s Branding

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\nSome of the tales do not\nreally feature in a chronological order, because some of the events\noverlapped with some of the events above. These stories, so far, are\ndetailed below. And some of the stories I simply cannot recall the\ncorrect chronology. \n

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\nLeanne the Latex Nun

\nReading to Leanne / Leanne\nReading

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\n“Are you ever going to brand\nme?” Leanne asked me, not long after she had given up her safe word\n(but before she had asked me to crucify her).

\n I raised my eyebrows but\ndidn’t say anything. Branding was a turn on. But it had really only\nbeen a fantasy until now. I had never branded anybody, even though I\nhad written about it.

\n “Like in the Story\nof O.” Leanne\nsaid. I had read the Story of O, of course, and it was one of those\nrarest of things: a well-written pornographic novel. I still had my\ncopy of it. But Leanne had never borrowed my copy. She must have read\nit some time in the past. I supposed that I shouldn’t be surprised.\nShe liked stories of women suffering, as long as she could imagine\nherself in the place of the victim.

\n “O has her cunt whipped\nbefore being branded.” I said, as I began to get an erection, with\njust the idea of putting some permanent mark on Leanne’s pale\nflesh.

\n “Yes please, master.”\nher eyes shining bright. I had whipped her cunt in the past, of\ncourse, but not as severely as in the novel. She had come close to\ncumming from several of those lashings in the past.

\n “O has permanent rings\nput through her cunt lips, as well.” I said. “She has medals\nhanging from them, identifying her as a slave. Would you…”

\n “Yes please, master.”\nLeanne said. I could tell that she was turned on, and thinking with\nher clit, rather than her brain. She had a life outside of being a\nslave 9at the time that this story takes place) and she would not\nnormally have asked for something which might have been problematic\nfor her vanilla life.

\n “Very well.” I said.\n“The first part will be the piercing. I will have three rings put\nthrough each outer cunt lip. When the holes have healed, I will give\nyou a severe cunt whipping and then brand you.” \n

\n I had long considered\nhaving permanent rings through her cunt. I could use them to spread\nher cunt open, revealing the softness within. \n

\n “Thank you, master.”\nLeanne said.

\n “Don’t thank me yet.”\nI said. “Having a brand on your backside may make it problematic\nfor some tortures.”

\n “Aren’t you going to\nbrand my breasts, as well?” Leanne asked throatily (this story took\nplace after I had read Branding\nBrenda’s Breasts\nto her).

\n “Just the backside, for\nnow.” I said. Honestly, she was incorrigible. “But, because of\nthat, there is a certain device which I don’t think that I’d be\nable to use, without risking spoiling the branding.”

\n I went and fetched the\nPaddle. It was a spiked wooden paddle, with lots of little needles on\none side. The needles were bout half an inch long. One swipe of the\nPaddle would turn somebody’s backside into hamburger. The Paddle,\nuntil now, had just been for show. I had never intended to use it. It\nhad just been intended to inspire fear in a slave. \n

\n Leanne’s eyes widened.\nBut she didn’t say anything. All that she did was lie on her front\non the bondage table – we were in the playroom –with her arse at\nthe end, so that she was supported, but I could hit every portion of\nher arse with the cruel paddle. \n

\n I pulled the paddle back,\npausing with it raised above my head. Leanne looked back, over her\nshoulder. She looked a little nervous. I didn’t blame her.

\n I brought the paddle down,\nwith enough strength that all of the needles would penetrate her\nmilky skin. \n

\n Splatt!

\n Leanne screamed, despite\nhaving been prepared for the pain. But she somehow managed to hold\nher position. She was magnificent. Any other sub I’d had in the\npast would have been climbing the walls, if I’d just hit them with\nthe fearsome thing which I held in my hand. \n

\n I’d brought the paddle\ndown on her left but cheek. Now it was time to bring it down on her\nright.

\n Splatt!\nLeanne screamed again, and swore under her breath. Or maybe it was an\nimprecation to Jesus, I don’t know. I took the paddle away. I could\nsee little bits of blood leaking out of where the needles had pierced\nher big backside.

\n Then Leanne did something\nwhich I had not expected. She turned over on her back, presenting her\nbig tits to me.

\n “Full strength, Master\nCrowley.” Leanne whispered. I couldn’t refuse, without looking\nweak, and no master can afford to look weak before their slave. But I\nbegan to wonder who was dominating whom.

\n I raised the paddle back,\nabove my head. Leanne looked at it with fear, her eyes wide, taking\nonly small breaths. I brought it down with all of the strength in my\nhand. Another splat\nsound, and another\nscream from Leanne. I pulled the paddle away. I could see the pink\nimprint where it had struck her tit. I could see a lot of little\nholes, some of them already leaking the red stuff. But Leanne did not\npull away. If anything she arched her back more.

\n I brought the paddle down\non her other tit. Leanne screamed, and writhed. And we were done.

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\nA couple of weeks later I had\nLeanne pierced. I didn’t do it myself. I was fine with temporary,\nplay piercing, but I wanted the rings to be in the correct place. So\nwe went to a professional, a woman I knew who went by the name of\nCarmilla (although I suspected that she had not been born with that\nname.

\n Carmilla was a good friend,\nbut not somebody who I had ever played around with, mainly due to the\nfact that Carmilla was a raging lesbian.

\n I had Leanne wear a long\ncoat with nothing underneath for the trip to the piercer. It was\nclear that Leanne was not happy. Leanne was not the least bit\nlesbian, and I could tell that she was not looking forward to having\nher bits handled by a woman. But I reminded her that she had no safe\nword, and no limits. She could not say no. Leanne did not try to\nresist. This would be just one more humiliation for her. She didn’t\nknow how the session would end.

\n When we got to Carmilla’s\nbusiness she closed up the place, putting a Closed sign on the door.\nWe were not to be disturbed. Carmilla was around forty years old,\nwith spiky black hair, very tight ripped jeans, and a sleeveless\nblack tee shirt proclaiming her love for a band called the\nGenitorturers. Her ears were multiply pierced, there was a stud\nthrough one eyebrow, and a ring through her nose. Her arms were\nabsolutely covered with tattoos.

\n “You want three rings\nthrough each outer labia?” Carmilla asked me. She totally ignored\nLeanne, as though my slave was nothing more than an object, whose\nwishes did not matter at all.

\n “Yes. I want them to be\nquite heavy, so as to pull the labia down a bit. I have medals on\norder which I will be attaching to the slave’s cunt rings, pulling\nher lips down even further.”

\n “Have her take her coat\noff.” Carmilla said. I took Leanne’s coat. She was entirely naked\nunderneath, of course. I hung the coat up, then got out my mobile\nphone. I was going to record this.

\n What Leanne didn’t know\nwas that I recorded everything in the playroom. There was a hidden\ncamera which activated when it sensed movement. I had recorded\neverything which had ever occurred in there – not just Leanne, but\nthe three submissives I had known before her. I had terabytes of\nstuff on the hard drive of my computer.

\n Leanne got into the\nreclining chair, spreading her legs. Carmilla began to chat, not to\nLeanne, but to me. In fact she chatted all of the way through the\nprocess.

\n “Do you want her nipples\ndone?” Carmilla asked, as she sat on a low stool opposite Leanne’s\nhairless, naked cunt.

\n “Not at the moment.” I\nsaid. “I like them free of rings so that they don’t get entangled\nwith any whips when I whip her tits. I may have her nipples done at a\nlater date. If I do, then it will be with rings which I can take out.\nBut I want these cunt rings to be permanent.”

\n “Understood. What about\ntattoos? It is a shame for such a blank canvas to go to waste.”

\n “I may have her tattooed\nat a later date.” I said, in an offhand manner, as though we were\ndiscussing the weather. Despite everything which she had done in the\npast, Leanne was already blushing, humiliated by all of this talk\nabout her. \n

\n “But I can’t decide\njust what to have done, and where. Any sort of tattoo which would be\nvisible is out of question at the moment, as Leanne has a job in her\nvanilla life. I have thought about having her tattooed with the word\ndogslut somewhere. But I don’t have a dog yet, so that might be\nsomething for the future.”

\n “So you intend to turn\nher into a dog slut?” Carmilla asked. Carmilla had already marked\nout where the six holes would go. She had a piercing gun, which would\nmake a suitable hole for the rings.

\n One lip was pierced, and\nLeanne yelped, although she had suffered much more pain in the past.\nCarmilla produced a large, metal ring. She showed it to me. I could\nsee that it was of a sort which had some kind of internal mechanism\nso that, when the ends were pressed together, the ring could not be\nundone. It meant that no heat would need to be applied to seal the\nring.

\n “Perhaps.” I said. “I\nfind seeing a girl suck of a dog to be very arousing, and something\nwhich I would like to see in real life, rather than just on video.”

\n The ring was snapped shut,\nforever sealing it through Leanne’s labia. I recorded a hole being\nmade opposite, on the other lip. Another little yelp from Leanne.

\n “Or I might have her\ntattooed with the words lesbian\ntoilet slut\nsomewhere.”

\n “Uhuh. And is she a\nlesbian toilet slut?”

\n “Not yet.” I said. But\nthat is definitely going on one of the medals which will be hanging\nfrom her rings. And I would love to see some dominant woman pissing\nin her mouth, and Leanne swallowing it all.”

\n “Well, we’ll have to\nsee what we can do about that later.” Carmilla said. Leanne began\nto look concerned. But I ignored her.

\n Another ring went into her\nlabia. Another hole was pierced. And so on, until Leanne had all six\nrings through her cunt.

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\n“Now it’s time for\npayment.” Carmilla said. She took off her boots, and then began\neasing her jeans down her legs. That was not easy, as they were so\ntight, almost a second skin.

\n “Leanne, you have\nabandoned your safe word, and all resistance with it. You are to do\nwhatever Carmilla asks, or you will be banished from my presence\nforever.”

\n Leanne looked mortified.\nShe now knew what was going to happen. But she did not refuse. This\nwas just another humiliating thing (in her mind) which she had to\nendure.

\n Carmilla finally got her\njeans off, revealing that her legs were as tattooed as her arms, and\nthat she didn’t wear knickers. Carmilla had three rings through\neach outer cunt lip, but smaller than the ones on Leanne. She had\nalso, at some stage, had her clitoral hood removed. Her clit, fully\nerect, was on display. Her clit, though erect, was not as large as\nLeanne’s when Leanne was not aroused. Carmilla also had a bar right\nat the very base of her clit, going all of the way through, and a\ntattoo of a bright orange arrow pointing at her cunt. The arrow was\nbroad and, inside, in black italic words, was the instruction to lick\nhere. \n

\n Carmilla sat back on the\nlow stool which she had been sitting on to pierce Leanne. She spread\nher legs wide, her hot cunt at the edge of the seat.

\n “Get your tongue in here,\nslut!” Carmilla commanded. Leanne did not exactly look happy about\nthe idea of lesbian sex. She looked at me, but I nodded. Leanne got\ndown on all fours, and began to hesitantly lick Carmilla’s cunt.

\n “Come on, better than\nthat, slut.” Carmilla sneered. “Put some gusto into it.”

\n Leanne licked with a little\nbit more vim, not wanting to displease Carmilla, because that would\ndisplease me. By Leanne’s red face I could tell that she found\nlicking another woman to be very humiliating. Good. I wanted her to\nbe humiliated. I wanted there to be no act which Leanne would not do,\nthe more humiliating and disgusting the better. A slave’s ego had\nto be broken, for them to become a true submissive. Leanne just being\na masochist was not good enough for me.

\n I had taped all of Leanne’s\npiercing on my mobile phone, and I taped all of this. It was going to\ngo on my computer, with all of the stuff I had secretly recorded.

\n I think Carmilla got off on\nhumiliating Leanne, as well, and that meant that it did not take her\nlong to cum. But Carmilla was not quite finished.

\n “Stay on your knees.”\nCarmilla commanded. “I want you to cover my pisshole with your\nmouth. You’d better make a good seal, as I don’t want piss all\nover the floor. Just be glad that I don’t need to take a dump.”

\n Leanne did as instructed. I\ncould see her throat swallow, as Carmilla relaxed and let her piss\ninto Leanne’s mouth.

\n “That’s a good little\ntoilet slut.” Carmilla said, holding Leanne’s head to her crotch.\n“If you ever want that tattoo, Crowley, then lend me Leanne for a\nday. I’ve got some girlfriend’s who would love to piss down\nLeanne’s throat.”

\n “If I ever get Leanne\ntattooed then you can have her for a whole day, for a no limits\nsession.” I said. “Leanne begged me to let her get rid of her\nsafe word, and eventually I did, after she survived an endurance\ntorture session. She has no limits now. But if I lend her to you I\nhave some limits:\nnothing permanent. No tattooing beyond what is agreed, no branding or\nscarification, no cutting bits off.”

\n Carmilla smiled. That gave\nher, and her friends, a hell of a lot of leeway. She finished pissing\nin Leanne’s mouth, and I took Leanne home.

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\nI gave Leanne a few weeks of\nrest, to allow her piercings to fully heel. During that time we had a\nlittle Vanilla play, with me using Leanne’s arsehole and mouth. But\nno torture – and I could see that Leanne was beginning to get\ndesperate to survive some more intense pain. Every day she asked me\nwhen her cunt whipping would be, and I had to say that it would be a\nfew more days.

\n Eventually, though, the day\ncame. One of the reasons why I had decided that it was the day was\nthat the medals had come, and Leanne would be wearing them in her\nrings when the whipping was over.

\n “Today I am going to whip\nyour cunt, Leanne.” I said, at breakfast. “I will be merciless,\nand I intend to continue until my arm is too tired to whip you\nanymore.”

\n As to the branding, that\nwould come, but not just yet. I wanted the brands to be special. \n

\n I tied Leanne in the\ndungeon, to what I called my bondage table. She was spread out in a\ntight X, as tight as I could get, as I didn’t want her moving\naround too much. There was a leather-covered cushion – yes, you can\nbuy those – under her arse, pushing up her pelvis a bit. Leanne was\nnaked apart from a padded blindfold. I didn’t want her to be able\nto anticipate the strokes, or to know when they were coming. She was\nnot gagged. I wanted to hear her scream, as no noise would escape the\ndungeon. I had tested that, in the past, playing Ace\nof Spades by\nMotorhead at full volume. \n

\n I hooked weights to each of\nthe six rings piercing her cuntlips. The weights were on strings\nwhich we long enough so that I could have them dangle over the side\nof the table. Leanne moaned, as I kept adding weights until her lips\nwere pulled apart as far as they would go. Any more weight and they\nmight begin to tear, which I didn’t want. But the weights pulled\nher open as far as she had ever been. I could see right up her pink\ncunt. And it was glittering wet with arousal, as she thought of the\nsavage torture to come. I wondered whether Leanne was not just an\nextreme masochist, but also an algolagnic – a person whose nervous\nsignals were mixed up, so that pain did not cause her only pain, but\nalso pleasure, at the same time. If so, then she was really going to\nlike this whipping.

\n By then I had a raging\nerection, and I had to resist just sinking into her hot wet cunt, and\nfucking her until I came. No, this was supposed to be like the\nwhipping of O, and there had been no rape of O before the whipping\nhad begun, if I was recalling the book correctly.

\n I took down a little rubber\nwhip, which I knew that I could use full strength without cutting\nLeanne, even when applied to her cunt. Oh, it could cause pain, but\nshe would not end up mutilated. Using this rubber whip I could keep\ngoing until my arm got tired.

\n I gave a few practice\nswings through the air. Leanne moved her head to one side. She could\nhear it swing through the air. I looked down, and I could see her big\nred clit poking out from her clit hood, fully erect. One day I’d do\nsomething about the clit hood, just so Leanne’s clit would be\neasier to torture. But not today.

\n The first blow was not too\nhard. It was to Leanne’s pubic mound. It made Leanne jump, and she\nmade a little yelp of pain. The little whip did not even leave a\nmark. \n

\n I whipped all around\nLeanne’s wide open cunt, not yet striking the labia, but reddening\nthe skin around them. Just a little redness, such as you might get\nfrom a spanking. No injury to the flesh. I whipped the area for a\nlong time. Then I stopped. I went out of the room, as quietly, as I\ncould, leaving Leanne not knowing what was going on.

\n I got myself a coffee. I\ntook time drinking it. Then I went back to Leanne, again as quietly\nas I could. I could see the inside of her cunt glistening with\narousal.

\n Without warning I whipped\ndown on Leanne’s left labia. Not expecting the sudden pain she\nscreamed into the gag. I didn’t say anything. I worked over her\nstretched labia, whipping them over and over, until they were purple\nand swollen. They looked very sensitive to the touch. I could almost\nfeel the heat radiating off them. I had the desire to plunge my hard\ncock between those swollen lips. But I had a job to do. Maybe when I\nhad finished whipping her. \n

\n I paused again, going\nupstairs to have something to eat. I left Leanne tied up,\ncontemplating the pain which she had already received, and the\ngreater pain which she still had to come. I enjoyed a cooked meal\nwhile Leanne went hungry.

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\nLater the whipping was\nresumed. This time I aimed for Leanne’s clit. Using the small whip\nI was able to hit it every time. Each stroke was delivered with full\nforce. Each stroke hit the red clit as it poked out from under its\nhood. Soon the clit was hard and purple, very swollen. Its size\npushed back the clit hood. It was now a much bigger target. I hit it\nover and over, as Leanne screamed all around the gag. I only stopped\nwhen my arm began to get tired. \n

\n I had another pause, and\nanother coffee, to give Leanne the chance to recover a little. Then I\ncommenced the highlight of the whipping – the beating of the inside\nof Leanne’s cunt. \n

\n The first strike caused her\nto go rigid, as though I had run an electric shock through her, and I\nthought, for a second, that I had gone too far. But there was no\nblood, even though the stroke had been full force. I carried on the\nbeating of the walls of her cunt, turning them bruised and purple and\npuffy. I only stopped when Leanne fainted, something which was now a\nvery rare occurrence. \n

\n Smelling salts brought her\nback to consciousness. Despite being so widely spread, the whipping\nhad caused Leanne’s cunt flesh to become so puffy as to almost\nclose up.

\n I could not resist the\nbeaten cunt before me. I knew that to fuck Leanne’s cunt now, after\nthe beating, would be very painful for her. I undressed fully, and\nslowly forced my cock into her cunt, for the very first time. Leanne\nmoaned as I raped her cunt. She felt as tight as a virgin. \n

\n It did not take me long to\ncum. And, for the first and only time, I came inside Leanne’s cunt.

\n So ended my enactment of\nLeanne’s O fantasy.

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