Slave Erotica Volume 1

by Charlie Buxton

  she slumps back into her bonds exhausted. i am fascinated by the look upon her face, the mix of agony and bliss and self abandonment. i am lost in reverie as i watch her slowly recover, tended carefully by the three slaves that brought her out onto the stage.

  They help her down as the music rises and people return to gradually to dancing, assisting her to the back of the stage.

  i join in the dancing distracted by thoughts of You spanking me, You whipping me, i responding the way i just witnessed, and You caressing me after. i feel my thighs getting wet, and i am only distracted further, thinking of how much You would enjoy playing with my pussy right now.

  i move unconsciously to the beat, my nipples on fire, my cunt feeling empty as i think of You spanking me. The music seems to beat faster, my pussy seems to grow warmer, my nipples seem to burn hotter as i dance. i can think of nothing but a nearly uncontrollable urge to be on my hands and knees, with my head down and my butt up, the way You like to spank me. The way i love for You to fuck me.

  When the music stops for the next act, i am nothing.

  Mistress Laura announces that she has noticed that there are slaves that she did not bring with her, slaves in the audience, and she thinks that they should be appreciated for their efforts. She tells the crowd that she will reward the best dressed slave of the night with a special prize. Pointing into the crowd, she solicits the Master of one collared woman to bring up his slave so that she can be evaluated.

  i am suddenly disappointed that i didn't bring you, so that you could show me off yourself. The slave is brought up, and Mistress Laura has her stand on a solid looking knee high block. She comments in German on her costume, ordering her to pose in this way and that, until finally ordering her to bend over the block.

  She does this facing the crowd to demonstrate her reaction to being spanked, and then whipped, although neither session lasts long enough to wear her down or is hard enough to leave significant marks. Finally, the Dominatrix orders her to assume the pose that she thinks is sexiest for her Master. The slave lowers herself to a kneeling position, with her hands behind her back and her head thrown back to expose her neck. Mistress Laura praises her and tells her stand off to the side.

  A second woman is proffered by her Master, and mounts the stage. The Dominatrix repeats the commands she gave the previous slave, spanking and whipping her to some applause, as the slave responds with loud cries. She orders her to assume the position that she thinks her Master finds the sexiest.

  The slave responds by lying down on her back and extending her long legs straight up into the air before spreading them, her head hanging off the block to look at the crowd. The crowd voices its approval at this sight.

  Mistress Laura then comes down from the platform and strides by me, turning as she seems about to pass and grabbing hold of my nipple chain. i am struck dumb by the suddenness of the assault, and in my current state am helpless to stop her as she leads me onto the dais by it.

  She orders me to face away from the crowd, showing my short skirt, and then bend over and touch my toes. i comply automatically. i take all her directions as she puts me through the same paces as the previous two. i first show off my bound wrists and ankles, then kneel with my head back to show off my collar.

  She orders me to mount the block, then kneel and spread my knees, leaning back on my hands to show my pussy as it peeks through my fish nets to the excited crowd. i step down from the block and bend over it sideways to the crowd to receive my spanking and whipping, unsure if she had actually ordered it as yet.

  She whips me first, startling me as the others were spanked first, causing me to moan loudly. i am surprised as well, for she seems to be less restrained with my body than the others, striking me hard enough that i am sure she is leaving welts. i am ready for this, my thoughts of You whipping me and fucking me leaving me no place with which to resist the blows raining down upon my ass, and i give in to them.

  i writhe beneath the whip and then the spanking she sweetly bestows upon my burning cheeks with the abandonment of one truly lost, thinking only of how my mouth is empty, and my pussy should be filled with cock. She stops, leaving me feeling more empty than ever, and then draws me to a standing position by my collar. i am directed to assume that position that My Master would find the most erotic, and so i turn around and mount the block.

  i bend over and spread my knees, facing away from the crowd, putting my head down, my arms stretched over my head, my ass high, my nipples brushing the slick surface of the block through the thin fabric of my blouse. The crowd roars, but i am lost to all of it, thinking only of how much i want to be Your slut. my pussy aches to be filled with cock, my mouth hungers for it, and now, being in this position, i am almost crying to be violated, both ends filled with hard hot smooth skin, pulsing with each heartbeat.

  i realize that Mistress Laura is removing my blouse, exposing my corset, and then so naturally does it occur that i fail to fight it, she locks my collar to the block, her assistants locking my ankles and wrists. i am open with the locking of my restraints, i am nothing but a cunt to be used, a mouth to be filled.

  Someone spanks me repeatedly, pausing between smacks to play with a slick penis starved pussy and i respond by opening my mouth and begging for cock to fill it. my ass and thighs are tortured with a whip and then the crop, blows occasionally falling on the lips of my pussy, continuing even after someone obliges my increasingly urgent pleas for cock to suck on.

  i give myself over to sucking on the cock in my mouth, becoming Your good slut, letting it have as much of my mouth and throat as it desires. i do my best to please You, letting go of my barriers, as the cock slides in and out of my mouth in time with the blows of the whip or hand upon my ass. i relax and let it penetrate me; let it use me the way it will.

  i become weak, as i am penetrated from behind, my cunt joining me in becoming a whore for You. i can barely feel the cock in me, my pussy is so wet, but it still feels good as i try to help it come in me, squeezing it so that my juiciness doesn't prevent me from being a good slut for You. i am slippery so it slams deep inside me, fucking right into my core.

  The cocks in my mouth and cunt slam hard into me, bruising my throat and my cervix, the pain helping me lose myself in service to them more fully. i feel the penis in my mouth quicken, and it spills into my mouth, the salt taste proving me to my Master. my pussy becomes even wetter, and i assume that the cock there has come. It is quickly replaced by another, and then later another, pounding into me, hurting me and pleasuring me in equal measure, each filling me with cum. i revel in the sensation of being used, of giving pleasure without return.

  Once Mistress Laura decides that i have been used enough, she unlocks my restraints, and leads me backstage, where i am given a towel to wipe most of the come off my body. i go out the back door, directly leading to the parking lot, and drive straight home.

  i come quietly into the house, and take off all my clothes, leaving only my nipple clamps, corset and other restraints on. then i crawl onto the bed. i pull the sheets down, and rub Your dick with my hands and suck on You with my mouth to get it hard, gradually waking You up the way that You love to be awoken.

  i kiss You, and brush my nipples on You, letting You feel that i am wearing the chain. You grow more and more excited as You wake, figuring out that i am in the corset, and collar, and nipple clamps. You play with my tender nipples, kiss my neck, taste the salt of my sweat, and the salt on my tongue.

  i feel delicious. i can't hide how proud i am of what i have become for You. Your slut. Your whore. i bend over in the same position, my head on the bed, my ass in the air, my knees spread, nipples grazing the bed, and offer my cum filled pussy to You as a sacrifice.

  i am in ecstasy when You see the cum dripping from my well used cunt. i nearly cry when You touch my slut's pussy, fucking me with Your fingers, in order that i can lick the cum from them.

  i am Yours, to fuck or whip or spank, Your slut, Your whore, and i am so happy when You
enter me, Your hard cock penetrating me, thrusting into my sore, well used cunt. You remove my nipple clamps from behind, and a rush of pain as the blood returns accompanies the welcome thrusting of your dick brutally fucking my pussy.

  i can tell by the rhythm of Your strokes that You intend to use me and i am only glad that You allow me to pleasure You when i am such a dirty slut. i subsume myself into You, and You use me as is Your right.

  i cry out as You come in me, Your hot cum filling my bruised cunt anew. i collapse onto the bed, and You slowly pump cum into me, Your hard cock pulsing, each thrust sending electric shivers through me.

  Eventually You roll off of me, laying languidly on Your back, one hand lazily upon me. After a few minutes i get up on my hands and knees, and rub my throbbing nipples across the skin of your belly and then your thighs, until i am straddling your left leg. i tenderly lick and suck your cock and thighs and balls clean of my juices and the cum i brought home in me, cum dripping from my well used pussy. i love you, Master.

  Taken & Owned

  When you finally push back your chair and stand, approaching me, my fingers wiggle slightly to try to gain back some feeling. My relief when you unshackle me from the doorway is completely short-lived. You hand me your empty coffee cup, then brush past me with nothing more than a slap on the ass and a smirk. My face is hot with anger and disbelief as I wait for the numbness in my hands and feet to wear off, then hobble to refill your fucking coffee. Might as well- I am thirsty now, and need to grab some iced tea for myself.

  Carefully carrying both, I find you sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the mirrored dresser. I hand you your coffee, wince when you take a big drink, wondering how the hell you can stand anything that hot. Standing in front of you just off to the side, leaning up against the dresser, the pins and needles still zipping through my arms and hands, I entertain the thought of dumping my tea over your head in retribution for leaving me tied up ...but my throat is too dry to give up the ice cold liquid that way. But the idea still amuses me enough to make me smile as I drink. My grin spreads when your hands grab my hips and slide me in front of you. I know that look in your eyes....I set down my glass and lean in, brace my hands on your shoulders even as your thumbs hook in my skirt and panties and shove them off my hips. They haven't fully slid down my legs before your hands are shoving my shirt and bra off, two of the buttons pinging when they bounce off the dresser behind me, the bed you are sitting on, and onto the floor.

  Your hands are rough, fast, skimming over my skin, molding to the curves, scooping in the hollows, seemingly everywhere at once. Already making soft sounds of pleasure and arching into your touch, I reach for them hem of your shirt, wanting the contact with your skin, but you are lifting me, setting me up on the dresser, sending things scattering across the hard surface and to the floor with one sweep of your arm.

  One flick of your finger in command has me scooting back slightly, another has my heels raised, tucked against my ass tightly. I don't bother wrapping my arms around them, your hands are already spreading my thighs wide, opening me up to your gaze. Naked, slightly chilled, my nipples already hard, I am damp. You lean back on the bed slightly, watching me.

  Wanting to tease, wanting to draw it out, wanting to see your reactions, my hands lift to my hair and draw out the pins, sending the curls tumbling down freely around my shoulders, dancing along my collarbone and upper back. I lift my hair from my scalp, then let it fall freely in disarray. My fingers skim down over my neck, one hand hooking lightly on my shoulder, the other lifting to my mouth, index finger stroking over my lips, then my chin, then gliding down between my breasts. My hands cross to the opposite shoulder and stroke down each arm languorously, dropping to my ankles and skimming my fingertips over my calves, around the curve of my knee and drawing up the insides of my thighs.

  Watching you intently, I flatten my palms against my hips and angle my hands upwards over my ribs, cupping my breasts and lifting them slightly, offering them to your gaze. I catch each nipple between index finger and thumb, rolling them gently, tugging sharply. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as pleasure spears through me, a soft moan echoing in my head and in the room.

  Your eyes are so dark and deep, lighting from within with a heat that kindles a hotter fire inside me. Your gaze is so intense, watching your eyes follow the path of my hand back over my belly and between my thighs thrills me.

  Knowing what you want, I slide my hands over my sex, opening myself to you. When I bring my wet fingers to my nipples, then back down to moisten them and to my mouth to taste, your growl skates down my spine with a delighted shiver. Working my fingers over my skin, my head drops back with the pleasure and the excitement of touching myself in front of you. Your voice fills my head- low words, then commands, coaxing me closer, shoving me right up to that first peak of pleasure. My body is bowed, arched, quivering. Right up to the edge-- and your hands yank mine away from body, leaving me panting and tense.

  Your hands slide up my thighs, making me moan, my lips parted and damp. When you lean forward, brush your lips over my skin, I can't contain the groan at the rough scrape of your jaw easing along my inner thigh. My heart pounds, my legs shake, and the merest whisper of your breath over my skin--right there-- makes me gasp and raises goosebumps along my skin. I watch you inhale deeply, watch your eyes laugh into mine at my reaction. A shudder edges through me, but not one of release, when you tug at my wrists sharply, pulling me forward off the dresser.

  Using the momentum, I shove against your shoulders to catch you off guard and straddle your hips as your upper body sinks back to the bed. Just mad enough about the coffee and the doorframe, completely aroused and frustrated by the last 10 minutes, I want...something. My hands brace on either side of your head, my body ranges over yours, and I grin down into your face. You lift your hands, when they wind in the hair that has fallen on either side of my face and you tug lightly, I can smell the rich tang of tobacco on them, under the scent of your soap and you. When I duck my head, just barely skimming my lips over yours in a whisper of touch, I can almost taste the thick flavor of the coffee on your breath. Anticipating your move, I pull my head back as you lift yours, dodging your mouth. I barely manage to suppress a chuckle when your eyes narrow and kindle. Your hands tighten in my hair, tugging, and though it makes my eyes water with tears, I pull back, wriggle backwards. My hands shove at your shirt, bunching it up around your neck, my hands roaming over the sweep of your chest. My teeth are already tugging on the waistband of your pants, my fingers busy with your nipples, rolling them, feeling them harden and a groan of pleasure rumble through your chest.

  Your stomach muscles jump under my mouth, then my fingers as I pull your clothing down, out of my way. My mouth is busy, nipping at your hipbone, tongue cruising along the crease of your thigh, lips brushing over the head of your cock. I feel your hands tug slightly in my hair, but I duck my head, your cock slapping against my cheek as I take your balls into my mouth, sucking them lightly, laving them with my tongue.

  I lift my head to take you into my mouth fully, looking you over as I do. You should look ridiculous, stretched out on your bed with your clothing around your neck and you knees and your cock jutting up at me, but the only word that comes to mind is that you look....tasty.

  Something clicks in my head, a memory, a thought. Slowly, I reach for your coffee, the ceramic mug hot and nearly burning just to the touch. The heat of it nearly scalds my tongue when I take a mouthful, but I dip my head and take you in my mouth, rewarded by your gasp and the tightening of your hands when the heat sears along the length of your cock. Sucking, my throat muscles rippling as I swallow around you, then pulling back to take another drink and repeat the maneuver. Gagging as you force my head down fiercely, but eagerly taking you in. This time I reach for my tea, the glass cold and moist with condensation, and I carefully take a quick drink, then lower my head and take your cock into my mouth almost before I have swallowed the tea. Hearing your growl, taking it for pleasure,
I repeat the methods, alternating, taking you so deeply, letting your hands on my head, in my hair, cupping the back of my neck guide me and force me. Taking one last drink of my tea, I get an ice cube and hold it in my mouth for a moment. Swallowing the liquid, I slowly rub the head of your cock against my lips before havigng you force your way into my mouth, then I suck, fiercely, using my tongue to push the sphere of ice over and around and under and across your cock. Feeling you pulse, throb, forcing the ice to click against my teeth, pushing you even farther back in my throat.

  Applying my mouth in earnest, I am intent on tasting you, getting all of that flavor from you, wanting to milk you. Wanting to hear your groans, needing to feel you shudder and arch up into me. My neck strained, my jaw aching, I draw you closer to the edge with every lick, every suck, every nibble. I can feel that you are close, can taste it. Knowing you are holding back, I am determined to shove you over that edge, but you grip my head, then my shoulders, literally ripping my mouth away from you.

  I press the back of my hand to my mouth, wiping away the damp, feeling my lips swollen and still tingling.