Slave Erotica Volume 2

by Charlie Buxton

  "She has a very tight pussy Sir, does it interest you?" I bite my lip. I love watching Sir trust in and out of women. He unbuckles her other ankle and pushes the bench out of the way. I watch him tease her clit; it has to be sore from the icy hot. Jordana starts to whisper something I lean in closer to listen.

  "I've never had a cock inside me." She whimpers in my ear. I beam a virgin on top of everything else. I kneel down and lift the blindfold.

  "Are you quitting?" I growl.

  "No. Just sharing. This is fun. Give me more." She blinks her eyes adjusting to the light of the room. I pull the blindfold away; looking at Sir.

  "Tell Him." I order her as I step to the table of objects. Jordana looks down with just her eyes.

  "I'm a virgin." She spits seductively. Sirs face changes.

  "Put her on the medical table." He snaps at me. I unstrap her head and move her slowly to the table. I lower it so that Sir can stand flat on the ground.

  "Sessa, continue." He snaps as he rubs the new entrance. I can see the excitement in him building. "I want to hear this whore scream." He adds. I nod. I pick up a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pour it into a vial with an eye dropper. I look at Jordana her eyes wide with anticipation.

  "You are no longer tied up, therefore if you move; this will not stay where I put it." I inform her. Not moving just because is easy, not moving because you know you can't that's another story. I lower the dropper full closer to her skin and leave small bubbles of liquid just above some of the nicks. Jordana freeze. Sir watches my meticulous movements. I can't tell if he is analyzing, or just processing. I set the dropper down and pick up a few large zip ties. Looping 2 of them together to make rings. I slip one over a breast and take hold of the nipple. Pulling hard and fitting the ring snug. I look to Sir.

  "I only have 2 hands, will you?" I smile. I could have let the nipple go but I know he will enjoy binding her beautiful lumps. He pulls each end of the zip tie, slightly tighter than I would have. We do the same to the other side. With her mounds perked up and turning a pretty red I reach to the wall and pull a retracted clamp down and snap it shut on her nipple. I watch the cord pull tighter with every breath. Sir builds this. It's simple really; He took the retracting system from an id badge holder and exchanged the cord for a small chain. He incased several of these into small metal unit, it's 4 foot tall, and only 4 inches wide. There are different types of clamps and implements at the ends of each cord, which travel the whole way down. If I wanted to I could clip her nipples then wheel the small unit to the end of the table and attach clamps to her toes, clit, anus and anywhere else I see fit. The clips are interchangeable so I could clip 4 set of nipples with the same clamps if I wanted. The item has become a favorite for use at parties. I attach the other clamp. The amazing thing about this is once you pull the chain out completely the only way for it to go it in. It has to return all the way in again before anymore slack is given so with every breath, every shutter the nipples rise. It doesn't take Jordana long to figure this out. She takes short shallow breaths. I began to clamp clothes pins down her breast and over her ribs. Sir watches on, He has yet to push his cock in her and I wonder why. He is watching my every move as if I am dancing in a ballet rather than torturing a woman. I smile at him and walk around to the top of Jordana's head. Reaching under and pulling her hair into a pony tail attaching a rope to the base of the table. Leaving enough slack for her to lift her head. Reaching down to the clamp tower I pull up a few alligator clamps and attach them to the sides of her mouth. The teeth cutting the inside. Her eyes roll in the back of her head when I attach one to her tongue. I lean down and kiss her forehead.

  I walk over to the table and turn a crock pot on high. It's always on warm, and I know that if I wanted to the wax inside would be melted enough to enjoy but I want it hot. I decide that she's held still long enough and pick up the bottle of alcohol again and pour it over her. It bleeds into her wounds and she screams. I pick up a lighter and flick it at her stomach. She stiffens and holds her breath. I light the alcohol on fire and watch it ripple across her belly. She moans from the heat and winces from the burn. I snuff it out with my hand. I can see a sigh of relief sweep across her face. I move up to her nipples and press the flame against the metal clamp. I watch her face change with the heating metal. From a cool, to a warm. Warm to uncomfortable, then to hot, then as the metal turns bright red she starts to shake. I pull the flame away and let the metal cool on its own. Her breathing gets rougher. She has put on a brave face for now. Sir steps away still just watching. He now leans against the wall and smirks with every wince. I stir the wax; it sloshes inside the bowl and is the consistency of pure water. I roll the table closer and lift a ladle of wax. I raise it less than 2 inches from her skin and jiggle the ladle letting wax splash in random places. After her first gasp she holds very still. If she moves to fast she will be stuck with her back arched or the nipple clamps will come unsnapped without warning. Either way would please me. Her stuck with an arched back is just an amazing pose, then again the look of terror as a woman checks to see that both nipples are still attached is just as appealing. I reach separate her pussy lips and push the back of the ladle against her clit. I know by now the feeling has returned. Icy hot doesn't last that long. She screams louder now. I pull the metal away and dip it back into the wax, before pouring a fresh spoonful over her hot cunt I lift the hood of her clit. She arches and screams as the wax cools and one of the clamps snaps. The blood curdling scream makes me wet. I look at her nipple and reassure her that it's intact. I release the other nipple.

  I continue pouring the wax up her body and over her breast. The heat again runs into her cuts and she jumps every time. Ones she's a pretty mixture of dried crimson, and splashes of white I slide the wax away. I use the crop to snap off each clothes pin. She screams slightly louder with each one. I remove the clamps from the sides of her mouth and her tongue. I can see blood trickle down her cheeks. I look at Sir and smile. I motion for him to come stand next to me. Admiring the different shades that the wax, blood, sweat, tears and even the welts from underneath make.

  "She looks like an amazing art piece my love." Sir claps. I smile and get an idea.

  "Sir Will you go get the camera while I move her around?" I batt my eyes and look innocent. Sir nods and heads up the stairs. I pull open a storage closet and remove the lazy susan table Sir had built. I've only been on it once. I roll the new stand to the middle of the room where Jordana started and grin as she looks on. I lay it flat. It stands only 3 foot tall. There are 4 leather straps that can be locked in different locations with a simple turn of a wing nut. I untie the rope from the base of the medical table and bring Jordana to sit. I braid the rope into her hair pulling it away from her face. I reach down and cut the zip tie from each breast, rubbing them vigorously helping the blood flow again.

  "How do you feel?" I whisper. She just moans. I pull the hook from above me and attach it to a loop made with the rope. I move her on to all fours resting on forearms instead of her wrist. I lock the straps around each limb pulling just tight enough to cause pressure. She purrs with excitement. I snap at her back with a flogger getting it nice and pink again. She's past the point of making distinguished noises. I'm past listening to it. I spin her to face me and look her in the eyes.

  "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" I whisper slowly. She shakes her head. Sir will enjoy that. I don't think I will tell him. I reach over to the table and pick up the 6 inch dong. Its 3 inches in diameter and perfect for what I want. I attach the cock and catch Sir snapping a photo of me.

  "Very nice." Is all he says. Even with her hair attached to the hook above her she spins freely. Sir stands on the far side staring at me.

  "Slut roulette- round and round she spins when she stops cocks go in!" I sing with a chuckle. Sir spins the table fast I watch as Jordana shuts her eyes and breathes deeply. She stops with her face to me and I smile. That's what I was hoping for. I pinch her nose shut and her mouth pops open. I push the head of
my rubber cock into her slowly. She laps at it eagerly. I look back at Sir wondering which hole he is aiming for first.

  "It's a tough choice there Sir." I nod slowly to Jordana's tight round back end as I push the rest of the rubber cock deep in her mouth. Sir smiles and shrugs.

  "I was waiting for a gag so I could do this." He leans in close and pushes just the tip of his cock into her ass. Jordana screams and tries to pull away. I slap her across the face.

  "Don't you fucking dare pull that ass away." I jam the cock deeper and hit the sliding lock on the table. Now she won't spin. I pull the hook system higher so her head is pulled back. Sir lines up again and I watch the corner of his mouth twitch. He takes a hip in each hand and Jordana bite down on the rubber cock. I don't correct her this time. I know how this feels. Sir pulls back and in one swift motion with a groan the full of his shaft is balls deep in her dry, tight asshole. Jordana screams so loud the cock vibrates against my clit. Sir face changes again; He pulls completely out of her and does the same thing. A third, fourth, fifth time. Sir continues to pull all the way out and slam right back in with full force until she no longer screams. Jordana is bawling now, but the night is nowhere near over. Sir starts to thrust at a steady pace and I decide to match him. I pound into her face when his balls slap her cunt. She is gagging, crying and moaning. I know the feeling well. There is no making up your mind. You don't get to decide emotions when you are in this situation. You just react on impulse. Sir starts to tremble I shake my head. He looks at me.

  "Don't cum in her ass, it will ruin my plans Sir- cover the cuts face." I pull out and hit the sliding lock again. Sir rips his cock away and spins her around.

  "Suck it." I order her. Jordana opens her mouth and sucks the mixture of her virgin ass and Sir sweat off his cock. I smile and look down- there is blood dripping from her hole. I decide to plug it for her. I pull back my hips and ram the large cock into her ass. Detaching and leaving it there. Sir pulled out of her mouth when he saw my hips pull back. Jordana's scream echoed through the house. Sir reaches to his right side and tosses me another attachment. A stiffer one this time, slightly longer- and it vibrates. I click it on and my own pussy throbs. I look to her cunt.

  "Take it Sessa, you deserve it." Sir encourages as he slips his cock back into Jordana's waiting throat. I press the vibe against her clit and she starts to shake. I hear her beg through Sirs cock to cum.

  "No." Sir answers before I get a chance to. I slide the vibe up and to her cunt entrance. The sensation of the vibe is making me uneasy on my own feet. I step up onto the stand and use the small of her back to steady myself. I push the long vibe deep into her, not stopping until I feel the enteral pop. She screams again, but this time she has words. Well one at least.

  "FUCK." Jordana manages to enunciate with Sirs balls in her mouth. I watch Sirs hands start to quiver a little. I look at him and smile as I fuck her pussy hard grinding against the vibe. I lower my eyes for just a moment and part my lips.

  "Daddy can I cum?" I moan as he thrust harder into her face. I swear I can see the swollen head poking out of the back of her neck.

  "Only if you wait for me, and cum hard baby." He answers not slowing down. I watch the backs of his legs twitch and start pounding Jordana faster.

  "Slut you may cum after Sir splashes your face." I dig my nails into her sides and thrust as she backs her pussy against me. I reach down with one hand and start to thrust the cock that is still wedged in her tight ass. Her whole body trembles and she gasps for air. Sir pulls back and I watch his hot seed spray across her eyes and nose and drips into her mouth. I cum hard squirting over her feet. Thrusting into her ass a few more times I pull the cock out and toss it aside using both hands for leverage. She rocks violently and orgasms with a final exhale collapsing into herself.

  Sir looks at his watch, reaches down and unclasps her arms. He leans across her and kisses me gently.

  "Clean her up then you can join me upstairs if you'd like." He turns and walks up the stairs without another word. I unstrap Jordana's legs and help her sit up. I hand her a Gatorade from the cooler and unbraid her hair from the rope. She gulps the drink fast. I help her stand and pull the layer of wax from her body. I wrap her in a towel and lead her up the stairs.

  "You did very well this evening, Jordana. That was very intense for a few moments." I kiss her cheek and show her the restroom. She lowers herself to the floor while I fill the bath. I help her in and wash her back and hair while she picks at the last few fragments of wax.

  She hums a song and pulls the water over her. I didn't add anything to the water. I want her scrapes to rest a little. She scrubs the dried blood with a loofa and giggles.

  "What's so funny?" I whisper as I pour a cup of water over her shoulder blades.

  "I feel so free like I'm floating in space, but space is full of water." She rambles. I pull the plug and help her out of the tub.

  "Come on sweets, you can float right in here." I take her to what once was Jamie's room. She lies on the bed and I cover her up.

  "Good night Jordana." I whisper and kiss her cheek.

  "Thank you, Katy. For everything." She mutters as she turns over. I watch her eyes flutter a few moments before she falls asleep.

  I turn and walk up the stairs to the bedroom. I crack open the door and look around for Sir.

  "In the closet." I hear him call over. I wonder to him pulling off my heels. I admire him from the door.

  "You've got that look in your eye again." He says in a soft voice.

  "What look would that be?" I whisper and tilt my head to one side.

  "The one where you think I'm the most amazing person in the world." He steps towards me.

  "That can't be the look; I don't think that Sir." I say a little sharp.

  "Oh?" Sir raises an eyebrow and stares at me.

  "I know you are the most amazing person in the world.' and the look I have now is the 'I love you more than anything' look." I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and kiss across his chest. Sir reaches back and unties my corset pulling it from my body with ease. I drop the harness to the floor and kick out of the fishnet stockings. Sir scoops me up into his arms and carry's me to the bathroom turning on the shower with one hand. The water washes over the both of us. His hands running through my hair down my sides and across my ass. He squeezes and lifts me to my toes.

  "Mine, all MINE." He looks down at my face. I don't know if it's to check to make sure I know this, or for me to reassure him that yes. I am all his.

  I lock my arms around his neck and lift up higher. Sir knows me well enough to know what I want. He spins us around, his back to the water and life's me up. Pressing my back against the wall and holding me there. I entangle my legs together around him and arch just a little. Sir slips his already hard cock inside of my pussy. I can feel it pushing against my core. I want more. I cling on to him and pull him as close as he can get.

  "Is my baby a little extra cock hungry tonight?" Sir growls in my ear.

  "I wouldn't say a little." I bite my lip and push my hips farther forward grinding into him.

  "What do you want?" He lowers his voice and stops thrusting.

  I pause for a moment not really knowing what I want. I want him that's all I can fathom at this point. I watch his eyes shine. I know what is on his mind.

  "I want to feel you deep in my core; I want to scream like I never have before." My words are like acid. He puts a hand on each side of my rib cage and smirks.

  "Good Answer." He pulls me away from the wall turning and heading out of the shower. I kick the handle on the way out shutting it off. Sir lays me on the bed and starts to kiss up and down my still damp body. His teeth sinking into my flesh. There's no gentle caressing, or teasing. He takes each of my legs and binds them to the post at the foot of the bed. Leaving me open and vulnerable. I feel his tongue on my lips. I lean in and kiss him hard letting my teeth scrape the edge of his lip. I know better than to bite Sir, but tonight I don't care. His lips leave mine
and I again feel his teeth running down the length of my body. He lingers on my nipples a moment longer than anywhere else. He stops at my right hip and sinks his teeth in harder, deeper. I feel a small explosion of moisture between my thighs. He knows what that does to me. His lips move down slower now. He hasn't done this to me in a while. It's one of my favorite things. With the smallest amount of the tip of his tongue he flicks my clit just once. I inhale sharply and hold my breath. I hear him chuckle then he leans in and presses his tongue flat in between my already partly open lips. He doesn't move his tongue, he doesn't have too. Just the pressure and warmth alone makes my inside throb. I can feel my heart starting to pound in my chest. With every beat my clit twitches under his tongue. He pulls his tongue up and back into his mouth. I hold my breath waiting, hoping, secretly begging inside for him to keep going. He lowers his head down further and slips his tongue inside of me slowly. My body relaxes and my mind opens up. I let myself slip into a deeper comfort, and enjoyment. I know what Sir wants to do; and now I crave for him to do it. I feel 3 large fingers slip inside of my sopping wet slit. My breathing shifts slightly but I stay in a serene place. Sir tugs and twists not violently but rough on my firm snatch.