by Selena Kitt
Misty now understood Baldie was insecure about getting what he wanted from a woman’s mouth as he had to hold her head to be in control. This no doubt meant he would orally rape her throat.
Baldie put Misty through her paces, encouraging deep penetration and gagging, but still Misty gave her best effort. Suddenly Misty felt Brownie’s presence as fingers found her slit and slipped inside the moist cleft. Now she was both giving and receiving pleasure and Misty began to get an inkling of what Brownie had referred to earlier.
As Misty worked slavishly on Baldie’s erection, Brownie manipulated her pussy and clit until he had her swooning and fidgeting as she was close to climax. Could it be a Black Rose is only rewarded while serving?
When Baldie shot his load deep in her throat, Misty felt Brownie give her clit one more flicks before abandoning her. As she struggled to swallow Baldie’s semen she was poised near the razor’s edge of her orgasm, but she was denied.
Now her trainers reversed roles and Brownie dropped his pants and briefs so she was soon staring at Brownie’s growing penis. Can I take him as deep as I took Baldie? She doubted it, but she would try. First she licked the head and then she moved down the hardening shaft to his balls licking with a passion. A soft moan let her know he was enjoying and finally she tried to wrap her lips around the massive head of his cock. As she stretched her lips around the bulbous head, Misty felt Baldie press something against her pussy and clit.
“Reward her now and don’t stop until I come.” Brownie spoke the words and Misty heard the buzz of the giant vibrator. It was loud and the vibration on her clit was incredible spiking her arousal to pre-orgasmic levels.
Misty sucked, devoting herself to her oral duties as her pleasure mounted. This can’t last long. I’m going to come soon. It was soon apparent she could not fight her climax the vibration was too powerful so she sucked and accepted what came. Soon Misty’s entire body convulsed in a giant spasm as she came like she never had before. Although her orgasm was mind numbing, she realized Brownie hadn’t climaxed and she resisted the impulse to let the giant cock slip out of her mouth. Another orgasm ripped through her and then a third, but Misty kept sucking to please Brownie.
Soon Misty’s clitoral sensitivity set in and the vibrations which had been delightful became torturous. She squirmed as much as her bonds allowed trying to slip the vibe off her ultra-sensitive clit, but Baldie kept the pressure on.
What did he say? Don’t stop until he comes. I have to get him off. Misty now understood Brownie’s reference to overwhelmed and she knew the vibe would not stop cycle until she brought forth Brownie’s seed.
Misty became a pleasure machine forcing Brownie’s hardness deep into her gagging throat until finally, mercifully, he gave up his spend. She swallowed greedily knowing she had pleased and Brownie raised his hand to make Baldie remove the vibe from her clit.
Apparently her first day’s training was done because she was released from the pole and Brownie attached a lead to her collar. As soon as they left the room, he took a black hood from a peg outside the door and hooded her. “Get used to being hooded. You’ll be hooded wherever you go during training.”
Brownie led her to a small cell where her hood was removed. He opened the barred door and let her in. Misty noted a small cot and a toilet in the cell, but nothing else. It was a far cry from the relative comfort of her apartment back in that world of normality she had lived in forty eight hours ago, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter to her.
He closed the door and turned to leave her, but she dared speak to him.
“May I have my hands freed, sir?” Her hands were still cuffed behind her back.
“No, absolutely not. If your hands are freed you will touch yourself whenever you desire. You must accept we decide when you are rewarded with an orgasm from now on.” Brownie turned and left leaving Misty feeling empty after he’d gone. It was a strange feeling like she had no purpose other than to please.
There were so many other questions she wanted to ask and things she needed to know, but she understood what was important now was to obey and learn to be a good slave. Gone was the time to wonder where the submissive need inside her had come from, or why Stephan had seen it and she had not. Now her submission was all she had and somehow she knew it would get her through whatever happened during her training so she could see what was on the other side. She knew she would be a Black Rose, but would she like it. There was a moment of silent contemplation before Misty smiled.
* * * *
For Misty’s training quickly became a white hot crucible of pleasure and pain as it seemed she existed solely for those linked purposes. She learned to derive all the pleasure she could from taking both Brownie and Baldie’s turgid erections in all her holes multiple times each day. The oral, vaginal, and anal penetrations continued endless, but Misty couldn’t deny she came to enjoy them, especially when Brownie penetrated her.
To Misty her punishments were to her far less understandable because she always obeyed her trainers perfectly never really giving them a reason to punish her. Yet it didn’t seem to matter as Misty experienced tight bondages, whippings with Brownie’s snapping singletail, and canings administered with far less skill by Baldie who she could tell liked to see her yelp and whine from the pain. Misty took her punishments stoically and found that like spankings the bondage, whip, and cane fired her sexually making her orgasms incredible. Still though, she eventually summoned the courage to ask Brownie why she was punished and bound so often when she had not disobeyed.
“You will be a Black Rose and our buyers expect a durable bitch slave who can take punishment. Some of them rarely have sex with their slaves, they only punish them.” Brownie’s reply made Misty cringe in fear. What would it be like to be sold to someone who only used you as a whipping bitch?
As best Misty could figure it was her seventeenth day of training when things changed dramatically. First of all, Brownie allowed her to dress in a black jumpsuit before he hooded her. Before she knew it she was placed in the trunk of a car and when they arrived and her hood was removed the place looked like a medical clinic. After being stripped of the jumpsuit, Misty was again injected and when she awoke her body was strapped to a metal gyno table with her legs spread wide in the locked stirrups.
“Oh my god, my breasts, what have you done?” Misty immediately looked down and realized her pert C-cups had been surgically enhanced to teardrop-shaped DD’s. Her nipples were also pierced with gold rings and a thin gold chain extended through both nipple rings in a loop. Startled, she looked up at Brownie who began to explain.
“All of our Black Roses are enhanced to please our buyers and the chain provides a nice measure of control.” Brownie took hold of the chain loop and lifted it slightly to illustrate how easily Misty could now be controlled. “Imagine a leash clipped to the looped chain.”
Misty could easily imagine and the thought of being led around by her breast excited, but Misty still did not know the extent of her modifications.
Brownie released her right arm from its bindings. “Go ahead and feel your cunt, slave.”
Misty hesitatingly wondering what they had done to her sex, but she slowly moved her fingers down her belly to feel her labia lips. “Ohhhhh, not there.” Misty’s fingers had discovered her labial lips had also been pierced near the top of each lip. Like with her nipples, an even thinner gold chain ran in a loop from one lip to the other. Brownie now picked up the pussy chain with his fingers and gave it a mild pull.
I can also be leashed and lead about by my pussy! Misty was stunned, too stunned to speak.
“Go ahead and feel your clit.” Brownie’s command sparked pure fear in Misty as she wondered what more there was.
When Misty’s fingers reached her sex button, she couldn’t believe what she felt. It was so amazing she had to look down at her privates to confirm. Her clit was the size of a large marble and it was thrust out from under her clitoral hood. More than the size was a mere touch felt like a j
olt of arousal to her.
“Go ahead, play with it.” Brownie encouraged.
Misty licked the fingers of her right hand to provide lubrication, but she soon realized it was barely needed. Rubbing her sensitive nub, the way she rubbed it so many times in the past, showed her it was now ultra sensitive to her touch. In moments she was utterly aroused to the point she was approaching orgasm.
“The repositioning to bypass the clitoral hood was done with surgery and the first concentrated injection of our clitoral stimulator. It’s a localized injection of HGH and you’ll receive three more injections over the next few days to increase the size and sensitivity to the point it will look like a tiny cock, perhaps just over an inch long. You’ll be glad to hear we’ve also added a hormone modifier to the injections which curtails the bad sensitivity after multiple orgasms. In essence as a Black Rose, you’ll be able to climax quickly and almost continuously. Let me show you.” Brownie grabbed Misty’s right hand and secured it again and then moved his fingers to her helpless, but enhanced clit.
Misty noticed her surges of pleasure came almost instantaneously as Brownie played with her new clit. The pleasure was deeper and more intense than she’d ever felt before to the point it was impossible to ignore. In a mere few minutes, Brownie brought Misty to three body-racking orgasms which Misty spasmodically quivered and screamed to before she begged him to stop.
“Pleeeease, sir, no more. I can’t.”
“Oh, but you can, that’s the point.” He continued, bringing her to a fourth time just to reinforce in her mind what a sexual machine she now was.
With her sexual skills near perfect and her ability to take punishment improved, the enhanced Misty entered the last segment of her training to begin to speak like a slave. Under Brownie’s strict tutelage, Misty learned to speak in third person never using I or me to refer to her person. She was told as a Black Rose she would serve as a sexual toy for her Master’s amusement, not a person.
Lastly, just days before her auction, Misty had the beautiful black rose tattooed just above her pubis to indicate she was a member of a small but elite group of sex slaves.
* * * *
Misty had experienced many surprises in the six years since her auction not the least of which was who bought her. As it turned out employees of the Black Rose organization had the right to bid a minimal amount on one slave they desired to own. Brownie used this option to claim Misty for an amount which covered the organization’s expenses, but was most of Brownie’s life savings. It was in this way which Misty learned his real name as he became Master David to her.
On this night Misty was serving at a Black Rose party, which meant everyone there knew of the organization and was discreet so the serving slaves were presented as they should be; naked. As a server Misty had a tray strapped to her torso just below her ponderous breasts. The tray was held perpendicular to her body by two chains running from the outer edges of the tray to her collar’s front ring. This allowed her to mingle with the guests as she carried glasses of wine, ale, or hard drinks on her tray which the guests could pick up at any time while availing themselves of the opportunity to fondle her naked breasts. As a slave, she was also servicing both male and female guests sexually as they desired.
Although all the guests were trusted and discreet about the Black Rose organization, some desired not to be recognized by fellow guests. This was achieved with the use of multi-colored facial masks distributed by the house to whoever wanted one.
It was late in the evening when Misty was heading back to the kitchen to have her tray refilled when she was stopped by a man in a silver mask who required her to provide oral pleasure. She knelt and opened her fly quickly bringing him to full erection, but as she sucked on his stiffness something seemed familiar about him. After he climaxed in Misty’s mouth, Misty looked up at him for it was required she listen as he complimented her service or chastised her. To Misty’s utter shock, the man removed his mask and she recognized him.
Oh, my god, it’s Marcel. What do I say to him? There standing in front of her was Misty’s former lover who had betrayed her into her enslavement.
Marcel or rather Stephan, which she remembered was his real name, smiled at her. “You have my permission to speak, slave if you wish to tell me what you think of me. You may address me personally or address the room if you wish and there will be no punishment for whatever you say.”
It took a moment for Misty to understand what Stephan was offering her. She could tell him her true thoughts, or tell the entire room, about what he had done to her and there would be no retribution for what she said. She looked about the room at the many faces of the elegantly dressed guests and naked fellow slaves wondering what she should say. Do I want to be here, a slave to my Master whose purpose is to serve these people, or would I rather be what I was?
Misty rose from her knees and moved in closer to the man who had ripped her freedom away from her. She caught his scent and it brought her back to the sunny spring day on Newbury St. when she had asked to be his slave. Knowing she could act with impunity, Misty kissed Marcel. Yes, he was Marcel again to her as this was not the respectful kiss of a slave to a Master. This was the fiercely passionate kiss of two lovers with their tongues intertwining.
Stephan seemed to understand what Misty wanted and he reciprocated her passion until Misty broke the kiss. Then she giggled nervously because everyone in the room was staring at the sight of a Black Rose taking liberties she was not allowed. Misty’s eyes sought out Master David and to her joy he did not have his look of disapproval on. Of course, David knew who Stephan was to Misty and it was he who had invited Misty’s former lover to the party.
Knowing she was not in trouble Misty turned back to Marcel and studied his face for a moment. She wanted to forever remember him, not as Stephan but as Marcel. “I had to kiss you, Marcel, to see if it felt the same as before. It was very nice reminding me of what I was, but not the same. I’m a Black Rose now and as you pointed out years ago I am content. Thank you for bringing true fulfillment to my life.” Having said what she needed to say, Misty dropped to her knees and kissed Master Marcel’s now flaccid cock before she lowered her head and eyes to the floor. How did he know? Misty mused a moment and then dismissed the thought. No matter, thankfully he was right.
About Jennifer Campbell
Jennifer Campbell lives in a modern log cabin, nestles under the fir and spruce that cover the mountain her ancestors settled under. She lives with her Master, Jack, who she serves in an eight year M/s relationship. Not wishing to live free or die, as the state’s motto suggests, she continues her pure submission. Jennifer would love to hear from other submissives, especially those who are touched by her writings about female slavery. Never wanting to forget who and what she is, Jennifer will sometimes write when she is wearing her collar, or her nipple chain.
Jennifer maintains a My Space page and blog. You can also visit her web site or email her at [email protected].
Safeword: Inferno
By Candace Blevins
Victoria opened her eyes in a small panic, not sure where she was. There was a strange vibration, she was sitting up, her back and feet hurt, and... oh, she was on the plane. She'd meant to read on the four and a half hour flight, but apparently her body had made other plans. She grimaced as she tried to move her legs to a more comfortable position, at six foot one inches tall, even the luxury seats in the jet the company had chartered didn't give her enough leg room.
After a week long business "retreat", she wasn't really surprised she'd fallen asleep. As manager over her department she was responsible for her people, and she was responsible for making sure everything worked out like it was supposed to. She worked for a large software firm, and the company had long ago started these retreats when it was necessary to brainstorm, or when a deadline was looming and there was still a lot of work to do. This time it had been a deadline, and the project was finally complete. They'd managed to get what would have taken at least
a month done in a week, but that meant catered meals while they had meetings, and lots of work between the meals, and not a whole lot of sleep.
Victoria looked at her watch and realized she should be in her husband's arms in about fifty minutes. The thought of being able to let go and let him be in charge for a few days made her stomach do a little flip-flop of joy and relief. Victoria's husband had devised a way to help her come back to reality when she returned home from one of these retreats. Under normal circumstances she was a sexual submissive, and was his sexual submissive. But she only submitted to him sexually, not in any other way. However, when she returned from a retreat she always had at least four days home and they had both discovered that it worked for him to completely dominate her in all ways for two or three days when she was trying to recover from a retreat. It was not only a way for him to take possession of her again after not having her around for a week or more, but it was a way for her to de-stress after the retreat. After being in charge of so much, she could let go and be in charge of nothing for a little while, knowing she is loved and taken care of. He'd told her he was going to take her even farther this time, was going to push their limits again, and she was both excited and a little apprehensive. Almost scared, but not scared of him, just nervous of where he was likely to take her.
The pilot must have been in a hurry, because a mere thirty minutes later she was walking down the steps of the company's private plane and saw her husband waiting for her on the other side of the fence. Most everyone else left their cars at the airport and drove themselves, but Victoria's husband wanted to take care of her, wanted to see her the first moment he could, and that was at the airport, not home. She walked to the back of the plane to retrieve her luggage and then walked the final 20 yards that stood between her and Gordon.
Gordon respected that she couldn't fall into his arms in front of her coworkers. She was talking to them as she came out of the door and she said goodbye to them as she reached for his hand and let him direct her to the car. He put her into the passenger side and gave her a peck on her cheek as he said, "Take your shoes off before you put your seatbelt on, please."