Twin Submission

Chapter 7 Slave's Fantasy - June's Story

chapter 7 - slave's fantasy - june's story

A survey of client's of Master's phone sex service, pain slave division, had
revealed that tales of cunt punishment were the favourite fare of lesbians. As a
result I was commanded to put my mind to providing many such tales. For the tale
that follows I had been placed in the studio in total sensory bondage, with,
obviously, my mouth free so that the story could be related. My spread out cunt
tingled from the after effects of a vicious cunt whipping, administered to get
me in the mood. The cruel cunt thrashing certainly worked, as the following tale
will demonstrate, I'm sure:

Mistress has decided to earn fees for my services. She announced to me that I
was to become and instructress for Mistresses, in the art of slave punishment.
When she made the announcement my naked body, kneeling submissively before her,
shuddered with a mixture of fear, and masochistic delight, fear that descended
to absolute terror, and masochistic delight that soared to sheer rapture, when
Mistress explained my duties in detail.

"Bitch, you will de charged with explaining, in graphic detail, the most
effective ways for Mistresses to punish slave cunt. You will instruct the
Mistresses as to which whips are most useful for the purpose, and how they are
best used on slave gash to elicit the ultimate result. You will, when necessary,
explain the uses of our various cunt torture devices, which I also plan to
market along with our specialised twat whips. After you have finished your
various explanations, you will offer your lewd slave twat to the Mistresses, for
them to use to practice what you have taught them. While they practice you will
fine tune their instruction, and display your devotion to them for their kind
attention in the ways that are appropriate for a well punished bitch."

While Mistress was explaining my duties my pussy swelled and moistened, and my
girl prick had begun to stiffen. The teats capping my large tits were already
stiff and hard, as was always the case when I am in the presence of my adored
owner. The fabulous domatrix continued:

"The lessons will be delivered in our specialised cunt punishment room for
obvious reasons. Each lesson will be of two hours duration. The first hour
devoted to detailed explanations, and the second reserved for practical
demonstrations. I am offering two different courses, Cunt Punishment, devoted to
instruction in the use of cunt whips, and Advanced Cunt Punishment, devoted
exclusively to the use of cunt torture devices. Lessons in the first will be
scheduled weekly, except where you have given one in the second, and your cunt
has to be given time to recover from the ordeal. As you well know, there is no
pleasure for a Mistress in whipping a cunt that has been obviously the subject
of a session of torture recently, for she will instinctively know that the cunt
under her whip will not experience the level of pain she wishes to inflict
because it would be debilitated by the previous torment. Now, I've scheduled a
Cunt Punishment class for this morning, and an Advanced Cunt Punishment lesson
for this afternoon. The first lesson is to be given to three young apprentice
Mistresses for whom their parents are planning to buy a female slave. These
young Mistresses have not, as yet, been involved in any serious punishment of
this nature, having been restricted to arse and tit whipping by their parents up
until this time, so you will have to take special care in seeing that they
understand the lessons completely. Is that clear to you, bitch?" Mistress
inquired with a sneer.

My heart was pounding in dreadful lust as I listened to Mistress. Even though I
am still in my early twenties, I get a special submissive thrill when Mistress
gives me to younger Mistresses to be used and abused. I sobbed out my reply,
with eager masochistic joy, "I promise, adored Mistress! I promise that the
young Mistresses will know how to whip slave cunt most cruelly after their
lesson is over! I guarantee that the Mistresses will be consummately skilled
cunt whippers at the end of their lesson, cherished Mistress!" I stammered
ecstatically, my masochistic juices boiling with submissive delight. Mistress
smiled down at me, enthralled with the submissive quality of my reaction, then
she continued:

"An hour after you have finished with the first class you will teach the second.
Once again this is to be given to a young Dominatrix, although she is a little
older than the others. This Mistress, however, is much more experienced, and is
one of the most sadistic young ladies it has ever been my pleasure to become
acquainted with, as you will learn. She is taking the course as much for the
benefit of her own two personal slaves, as to learn anything. Her slaves will be
present at the lesson to witness what is to be their fate in future. I'm sure
that your performance will be especially exceptional, given that fellow slaves
will be witnessing it, and judging your servile submission to torment. Give them
something to aspire to, bitch, or I'll be as angry as I've ever been with you!"



"Oh, peerless Mistress!" I cried in utter submission, "The slaves will see how a
bitch's cunt should me made to suffer! The Mistress will learn how to subject a
slave cunt to unadulterated agony! Both Mistress, and slaves will see how a
slave reacts to the torture of her slattern cunt, by the demonstration of her
perfect submission to her tormentor! They will witness how a true pain slave
expresses her gratitude to her tormentor while her tortured cunt throbs in
immaculate agony! The Mistress will learn how to send a slave to pain paradise!
She will know the joy of a slave's display of blissful adoration when she
tortures the slave's lewd cunt so ferociously that the slave wallows in
masochistic rapture! I babbled almost incoherently, my cunt swelling and
moistening in eager anticipation of the torment to come.

"Good! Good!" Mistress murmured at the intensity of my reaction, then continued
with her final instructions to me. "Now, the first lesson is due in a half an
hour." She announced, having checked her watch, "Off you go, to the Cunt
Punishment Chamber. Make sure that the room is prepared for the first class,
little bitch. When the first lesson is over you may as well stay there and
prepare for the advanced class. When your duties have been complete Nurse will
be along to tend to you, and you can thank her for her care for as long as she
desires it." I flushed with pleasure at this last announcement. Mistress knows
me so well. Nurse is a former slave who has grown to old to amuse Mistress. This
is not to say that she is really all that old, perhaps late forties. She was
Mistress' first slave. When Mistress tired of her she allowed the woman to
remain in her service, and had her trained as a nurse. She is now used to tend
to slave's after particularly brutal punishment sessions.

After being dismissed I crawled from the room and made my way to the Cunt
Punishment Chamber. I entered the room with my mind already in a state of high
tension, and quickly began to prepare for the first class. The chamber is a
uniquely designed room of quite large size. Although it is not designed for an
audience, there is room for a half a dozen or so people to witness a session, if
that is the desire, but the room is totally devoid of furniture. Its walls and
ceiling are all completely mirrored, and behind the mirrored walls are inbuilt
storage cupboards. These are packed with the awful paraphernalia of cunt
torment.

I opened one mirrored panel to reveal our specially designed punishment bondage
rack. This rack is constructed entirely of clear hardened perspex tubing,
including the many geared cogs, and their associated adjusting wheels, designed
to allow most of the structure's struts and stays to be adjusted to cater for
the differing sized slaves the rack might have to capture and, of course, to
present their bodies in appropriate and defenseless captivity. The multitude of
straps that hang from the structure, for the purpose of rendering the slave's
limbs and body immovable, are made of transparent rubberised plastic, and in
place of the more normal buckles these are equipped with modern adhesive
materials to allow them to be securely fixed. The whole structure is mounted on
a fixed, wheeled base. I wheeled the rack out, and anchored it in place in the
centre of the room by means of special hooks that hang from the structure and
eyebolts that are embedded in the floor expressly for this purpose.

Next I wheeled out small table which I positioned next to the bondage rack. Then
I closed that wall panel, and opened another on the other side of the room. This
storage area contained a multitude of whips and clamps. I selected two lengths
of nylon with hooks at one end, and two kilogram weights at the other, and
placed these on the table. Then I returned and selected three whipping
implements which I also lined up on the table. Returning, for the final time, to
the storage closet I selected a specialised clamp, and two clear rubberised
plastic straps, each equipped with the same adhesive material as those on the
rack and, after closing the panel, placed these items on the table as well. With
these preparations complete I noted that I had only five minutes left before the
anticipated arrival of my 'students'. I walked over, my heart already pounding
with fear and eager expectation, and pressed a small button next to a tiny
speaker grill. When a tiny green light flashed I spoke into the grill, "Revered
Mistress, all is in readiness."

I received no reply, instead, a short, high pitched tone echoed through the
speaker. Both the heavy silver cunt rings that pierced each of my fleshy outer
cunt lips, and the acoustic lock connecting them sprung open, the lock falling
to the floor between my feet. I removed the rings, then reached down and
retrieved the high tech lock and quickly stowed them all in the whip cupboard. I
then walked over to the mirrored door to the chamber and knelt down on the
highly polished wooden floor. I leant forward until my forehead was pressed to
the floor, and my naked arse was raised high. In this posture of submission I
awaited the arrival of the three Mistresses whom I was to instruct.

A couple of minutes passed before the door swung open, and I watched while three
sets of leather, high heeled pumps seemed to line up before me. I immediately
clasped my hands behind my head and reared up from my prone position, with my
knees widely spread, and displayed my submissive nudity to the three young
Mistresses. They were absolutely gorgeous! My heart soared with happiness! To be
savagely punished by visions of such loveliness would be sheer bliss. Two of the
young girls were obviously identical twins of around seventeen years of age. The
third was also obviously related from the similarity of her features to the
others, but perhaps a year or two older. Each was dressed in extreme erotic
fashion, which made my mouth water with yearning longing. They wore tiny
G-strings of supple, shiny, black patent leather. These G-strings were so brief
that they barely covered the plump mounds of the girls' sexes, and left their
gorgeous, shapely bottoms completely bare. Each wore a halter of similar
material, so skimpy that it barely hid the nipples of their lovely, youthful,
jutting breasts. On their feet they wore bobby socks that contrasted innocently
with the erotic pumps, and tended to add an aura of innocence to their
appearance. Their pretty faces were heavily, but tastefully made up, and each
wore her long blonde hair in a pony tail.

The three young Domatrixes were so lovely and sexy, that my heart fluttered with
pleasure just gazing at them, and the teats capping my heavy tits stiffened
fully with erotic hunger, and I could feel my licentious cunt getting wetter and
wetter the longer I looked at them. "Sweet, adorable Mistresses!" I cried out
passionately, "I am honored to be permitted to teach you the art of cunt
punishment. The lewd cunt in my slattern fork is dripping with lust at the mere
sight of your fabulous beauty. The lascivious twat must be punished for such a
willful display of its wanton lust. I shall teach you to punish it with
merciless cruelty for its obscene reaction to your peerless beauty. A Slave's
twat needs constant discipline, adorable Mistresses, just because the bitch
can't control its lecherous drooling when you allow her to gaze in absolute
devotion at your fabulous loveliness!"

"I hope the slave mummy buys for us is as sexy and submissive as this bitch."
The elder of the Mistresses cried, her voice betraying her excitement. "Oh,
yes!" One of her equally enthusiastic sisters replied, "Just look at the size of
her fat tits!" The other Mistress stared down at my obscenely displayed nudity
in silence, but with a cruel smile on her face. The elder domatrix, who was
obviously the more dominant of the three, and seemed to be in control, then
stared into my wide eyes and commanded, imperiously, "Alright, bitch, let's get
on with it!"

After replying to her command with appropriate submissive deference I led the
three young dominatrixes over to the intricate bondage rack. I explained its
various features to them, pointing out its special design features, and
instructing them in its specific purposes, and how to achieve each of them. I
then indicated to each of the whips I had laid out, and explained, in graphic
detail, the how each could be used to inflict the maximum hurt on the slave's
cunt. By the time I had finished my cunt dripped in lust, and the three gorgeous
Mistresses all seemed to be beside themselves with excitement. It was time to
begin!

I stood up before the three youthful Domatrixes and announced, "The first thing
to do, sweet Mistresses, is to tie the slave's arms up." The two younger
Mistresses each took one of the straps I had laid out and moved behind me. I
lowered my hands from behind my head and moved them behind my back. The
mistresses needed no prompting, both knew where to put the straps. One wrapped
hers around my elbows and pulled it tight enough to cause them to touch at the
centre of my back, then made sure that the adhesive had taken. The other girl
took care of my wrists. She finished her task before her sister, and took the
opportunity to run her hands over my smooth buttocks causing me to shiver with
pleasure. "Such big, smooth arse mounds!" The domatrix sniggered, "I'll bet they
just love to be whipped!"

I blushed submissively, my eyes telling the cruel girl that she was right, then
I stepped into the centre of the tubular rack. "Place the waist ring around my
belly first, sweet Mistresses, and make sure that it is so tightly closed that
my meat bulges around its edges. This belt is the most important item of bondage
for it ensures that the slave's cunt is held steady, and immovable. The belt was
opened so that I could place my belly in its grasp, then closed. Its adjusting
wheel was the turned until it bit deeply into my flesh and I felt its tight
embrace fully. When in place the wide belt captured my body from a couple of
inches above my mound, to just bellow my navel. I then instructed the Mistresses
to turn the two large wheels that adjusted both the height, and angle of this
belt. When two did my body was lifted a few inches off the floor, the turned so
that it faced upwards, and was almost horizontal to the floor, with my mound the
highest point, with my legs hanging down one side and my head and trunk the
other.

I then pointed out two arms attached to the main structure and asked them to
attach one of my ankles to each of them using the velcroed straps that hung from
each. This they quickly did, then, under my instruction, they manipulated the
two wheels that adjusted positions of the arms, spreading my legs wide, and
bending them down towards the floor. The wider my legs were spread, the more
painful it became for me, until I had to explain to the two young dominatrixes
working the wheels, "No, No!" Sweet Mistresses, I whimpered softly, "You must
not make the slave's bondage too painful for her, or it will take her mind off
her cunt, and her cunt must be one of only two focuses for her submissive mind
while she is punished." The Mistresses took heed of my warning, and slackened
off the tension slightly, so that the stretched muscles of my widely spread legs
merely ached dully.

When the dominant girls had finished I was unable to move my naked body, even a
fraction of an inch, from the waist down. The fat outer lips of my hairless cunt
were splayed open slightly by a combination of the spread of my legs, and my own
growing arousal and, of course, my cunt had been rendered totally vulnerable and
utterly defenseless. Next I showed the Mistresses how to use the rack's head
rest. This was a U shaped piece of perspex rod designed to support the neck, and
was connected to a the main structure by means of another straight rod, and was
adjustable in only up or down directions. I explained to the Mistresses, "You
may adjust this support to either force the slave to stare at her lewd cunt
while it's being whipped, or to keep her head in a position that allows you to
have her worship between your glorious thighs while she is punished, or you can
decide not to use it at all, and just leave her upper body to hang free."

I prayed that the Mistresses would choose the second of these options, for my
heart was already yearning for my mouth to be permitted to taste their divine
young pussies so erotically hidden by the skimpy G-strings they wore. The
Mistresses glanced at each other with knowing looks, and chortled teasingly
while they made a mocking show of deciding whether or not to use the neck
support. I suspect sexual excitement won out because they did use the support,
and my head was levered into a position that would facilitate comfortable
service. I sighed happily when I became aware of this, but was quickly brought
back to reality by the reaslisation that all was now in readiness, and my ordeal
could now begin. With my blood pulsing with adrenaline, heightening both my lust
and my apprehension, I asked the Mistresses to turn their attention to the table
where the whips, hooked weights, and clamp lay.

"Sweet Mistresses," I cried in a quivering voice that clearly betrayed my state
of mind, "I have chosen three cunt whips for you to use. Each is designed for a
specific purpose, and they are to be used in a specific order, with some further
preparation of the slave's whore cunt undertaken on the way. The first is the
long leather strap, adored Mistresses. This is merely to warm the slave's cunt
up for the ones to follow. After you have finished with this one I will instruct
you as to how you further prepare the slave's cunt for the application of the
other two. Now, who is going to be first?" I asked. The twins looked to their
sister who made the decision for them. She would go first. She took up the strap
and made to move into position between my wide flung thighs. "Oh, adorable
Mistress!" I cried, my voice thick with wanton, masochistic lust, "Whipping a
slave is not just about inflicting pain, but also about forcing submission. You
should always extract symbols of the slave's submission before you whip her."
The Mistress thought for a brief moment then replied, "But isn't it enough that
you have offered your lewd cunt up to the whip enough, bitch? Doesn't that alone
signify your submission to me?" I answered her with yearning passion, my
stretched thighs already quivering in anticipation of the torment to come, "Yes,
Mistress! Yes Mistress!" I gasped, "But any true slave will offer herself to you
as a matter of course. Her complete submission should be further enforced by
forcing her to kiss the instrument of her correction, then, lovely Mistress,
having accepted her submission to the whip, you should receive her submission to
you, yourself, by allowing her to kiss the fabulous cheeks of you gorgeous
bottom!"

"But I thought that you would be kissing my arse in gratitude, after the event,
slut!" The young Domatrix replied, and I squealed out passionately, "Of course,
you are right, exulted Mistress! Your slave will submit to you after you have
whipped her as well. The difference is that the first kisses are more of
devotion and submission, whereas the kiss afterwards will be full of passionate
gratitude to you for the gift of pain. The devoted kisses are bestowed upon your
glorious bottom cheeks, the following kisses should be impassioned tongue kisses
given to your sacred anus and divine rectum. In this way your whipped slave can
both express her continuing submission to you, and her servile joy, and thanks
to you for bestowing the gift of pain and suffering on her so cruelly!"

All the Mistresses giggled with glee after I had completed this instruction. It
was obvious that their lack of experience had not diminished their eagerness,
only impaired their imaginations. The elder Dominatrix quickly walked around to
where my head rested, and spread her svelte thighs around my upturned face. I
gazed up at her wonderful, shapely bottom cheeks with a flush of submissive
pleasure. I raise my head from the rest and placed a series of devoted kisses on
the girl's bare buttocks, thrilling to the soft coolness of her skin beneath my
lips. The girl stood back after a minute or so, and presented the long strap to
my mouth. I kissed up and down its length with equal devotion before she raised
it up and out of range. She glanced down at me with her eyes twinkling cruelly,
and I gasped out my final instruction, which was actually more of a plea, "When
you whip my lewd cunt with this glorious strap, sweet Mistress, I beg you, whip
it hard! Please, Mistress, whip it hard!"

The Dominatrix moved back to her position between my splayed out thighs and
raised the strap high. She brought it down forcefully on my cunt, and it landed
with a muted slapping sound. Mild pain and heat flooded my cunt split with the
delivery of the stroke, and I felt it my duty to intervene, "Please, adored
Mistress! Please, exulted Mistress! You must whip my cunt harder! Take the strap
all the way back, then swing it with all the force you can muster!" The
Mistress, slightly annoyed at what she must have considered as a slight against
her ability snapped angrily while grasping the handle of the whip in both hands,
"Alright, bitch, you've asked for it!" She then brought the strap down with a
force that caused the crack when it landed on my tender cunt meet to sound like
a pistol shot.

I let out a quick yelp at this stroke, which generated a flash of fire that
streaked from my burning cunt and exploded in my brain. The young Mistress
wasted no time in repeating her actions, and my cunt was soon in real pain, and
my little yelps of hurt gained in volume as a consequence. The Domatrix
delivered ten vicious strokes before she stopped, breathing so heavily that her
pert breasts, with their minuscule covering, rose and fell on her chest with
each gasping breath. She gave the strap to one of her excited sisters, saying as
she did so, "Make the bitch suffer! Thrash her whore gash with all your might!"

While I was waiting for the still panting Mistress to get her breath back I
watched her younger sister prepare to continue to pound my cunt with the strap.
This cruel young Dominatrix, not to be outdone by her elder, actually took a run
up of three steps to add to the velocity with which she swung the long strap,
also using both hands for maximum effect. I squealed in pain when the heavy
strap smashed into my swollen cunt, and a fresh surge of pain flashed through my
nudity. I was not able to see the next stroke, as the first Mistress to strap my
cunt was straddling my face by this time. She used a finger to pull the thong of
her tiny G-string aside, and I raised my face, now wet with tears, and buried it
in the fleshy chasm between the gorgeous Domina's bottom cheeks. I glued my lips
to the pungent pout of her anus, and then drove my tongue as deeply as was
possible into the humid depths of her rectum. I tongued the girl's piquant
rectum with total passion while my suffering cunt absorbed blow after blow. As
her pleasure increased the Mistresses anal ring began to squeeze my buried
tongue with feral force, effectively gagging me in the most bizarre and
degrading manner.

The second girl delivered her ten strokes with all the savage force her young
muscles could muster, then was replaced by the remaining sister. The elder
Mistress, somewhat reluctantly, raised her bottom from my face, giving my tongue
an extra strong squeeze as it oozed out of her anus. She was immediately
replaced by the sister who had just had her turn whipping my cunt, and I happily
slipped my face between her svelte bottom cheeks and passionately tongue kissed
the cruel little sadist's tasty anus and hot, tight rectum. My cunt was pounded
with equal ferocity by the last of the Mistresses until she too had delivered
her ten strokes. I was left alone while I showed my appreciation for this last
sister in the same fashion as I had the others.

By the time the little Mistress was satisfied with my wet, sucking devotion to
her succulent anal ring and rectum I had regained my composure almost
completely, and the fire that had assailed my well whipped cunt had faded to a
slow, persistent burning sensation. After the lovely bottom had been lifted from
my tear streaked face, and I was able to peer down at my cunt I saw that it was
now nicely swollen, and tinged with red, and, of course, quite wet from my pain
arousal. I gathered my breath, and looked over at the three young Mistresses,
noting their breathless excitement, and prepared to instruct them on the next
phase of the lesson.

"Now, sweet Mistresses, now that my wanton cunt has been so beautifully warmed
up you must prepare it to receive the gift that the second whip will bestow on
it. Take the two weights from the table. You will find a piercing in each of my
fat outer twat flaps. Run the hooks of the weights through these, then drape the
weights over the tops of my thighs. The two younger Mistresses undertook this
task, and I whimpered slightly with renewed hurt when the pull of the heavy
weights served to tear my outer cunt lips apart obscenely, revealing the
dripping trench of my gash completely. The ragged, silky mouth of my cunt pit
gaped open lewdly, and my gash slug, stiff and throbbing, protruded licentiously
from its loose, wet foreskin.

"Now, adored Mistresses, it's time to show you how to make a slave's cunt
explode in agony. Take up the multi-stranded wire whip from the table. It is
advisable to allow the slave to passionately tongue your glorious pussy holes
from the start, while this whip is used on her lecherous gash, so that her
shrieks, and squeals of pain and suffering are muffled to some extent. If it
pleases you, however, to here a slave wail out her misery while you punish her
twat, then you don't have to do this, of course." I instructed, knowing in my
mind that the Mistresses would not be able to resist experiencing the pleasures
of my adoring mouth on their pussy pouches while I was being punished so
savagely. "Please, adored Mistresses, use the vicious whip without mercy! A true
slave will not submit to you completely if you thrash her slattern cunt with
anything less than utter pitilessness!"

The looks on the faces of the three young Dominatrixes clearly showed that they
were going to follow my advice, as if the fact that each was impatiently tugging
at their G-strings was not proof enough of intent. Soon my eyes were elatedly
taking in three gorgeous young pussies, nestled so sexily between smooth shapely
thighs. My mouth flooded with longing at this wonderful sight. Each of the girls
had had the fine hair that graced their delightful mounds trimmed and shaped
into a heart, while their plump sex lips were plucked entirely clean. Instead of
being the first to wield the whip this time, the elder of the sisters decided
that she would rather be the first to experience my submissive tongue in her
pussy, and she handed the cruel whip to one of her siblings, then walked around
and straddled my face.

I gazed up in utter joy at the girl's heavenly pussy. It was so gorgeous! So
exquisitely perfect! It plump, smooth outer lips, swollen with her arousal, and
parted by her spreading of her thighs, and the drooping inner ones glistening
with her moisture! Her clitoris, so swollen that its tip had escaped from its
fleshy home! And the aroma! The luscious aroma of fresh young female sexuality
wafting down from it, and filling my senses, and thrilling me to the core! For a
brief instant my delight at being permitted to sink my tongue into such paradise
made me forget my predicament, and the awful price I was to pay for that
immaculate privilege. Even as the domatrix began to lower her pussy towards my
mouth, I raised my head, mouth opened wide and tongue thrust out in eagerness.
Sensations of sheer happiness flooded me when my tongue finally slid easily into
the flooded depths of the girl's sacred pussy hole, and my taste buds were
overwhelmed with the aromatic flavours of young, fresh female sexuality.

Suddenly my own wantonly splayed open cunt erupted in fire and fabulous hurt
when the many tiny metal balls of the barbaric whip sliced deeply into its
dripping meat. I moaned quietly into the pussy pressed into my mouth while the
pain consumed me completely. While stroke after mercilessly delivered stroke
tormented my pain filled cunt my tongue wriggled insanely in the silky pussy
hole, lashing its writhing walls with feral intensity. I soon found my mind in
conflict. I longed to beg the young Mistress whipping my suffering cunt to whip
it harder, but that would mean withdrawing my tongue from the delicious pussy
hole, and doing that, even for a few seconds, would fill me with sadness. My
ardent masochistic nature finally won out, however, and I withdrew my tongue and
squealed out passionately, "Please! Please! Adored Mistress, whip my lewd cunt
harder! Whip the depraved gash mercilessly! Thrash the harlot split with all
your might!"

After making my subservient pleas with untamed yearning I again sighed with joy
as my tongue once again sank into the hot, wet silkiness of the dominant pussy
pressed so firmly against my adoring mouth, and tongued it ardently while my own
cunt burned and throbbed with ever increasing intensity. My heart almost broke
when the Mistress who fed me her fabulous pussy rose up and stepped away from
me. My sorrow was only fleeting, thankfully, for no sooner had one sacred pussy
been denied me, than another took its place. A fresh young one, drooling with
arousal, plastered itself against my gaping mouth and my eager tongue sank
happily into its hot, convulsing depths. The fire in my cunt grew hotter as the
whipping it was subjected to continued without pause, another of the
Dominatrixes taking up where her sister had left off.

I existed in a masochistic paradise of pain and submission where nothing else
existed except my dreadful suffering, and my eternal worship of those
responsible for it. I lost my self completely in the joy of adoring sacred
dominant pussy, and the extreme ecstasy of  the pain and hurt assailing my own
agonised cunt. I hardly even noticed when the mistresses again changed places,
but it did enter my mind that they didn't stop at just one turn each, but I
didn't care. It could have gone on forever as far as I was concerned.
Eventually, of course, it did stop, and the three Mistresses stood back, chests
heaving with a mixture of extreme excitement, and the results of their efforts
in wielding the whip. For my part my big tits, teats as stiff as steel, rose and
fell as I gasped for breath following my ordeal. It was time to move on to the
final stage of the lesson, and I welcomed the prospect of even more fabulous
suffering with a sense of masochistic elation.

"Superb Mistresses!" I cried in uncontrolled excitement and anticipation. "It's
time to instruct you in the art of cunt slug whipping. A slave suffers most
exquisitely under this, the ultimate punishment. You must be especially cruel
and merciless when you subject your adoring slave to this most savage of
ordeals. First, sweet Mistresses, you must prepare the slave's cunt slug. You
will see that I have provided a special clamp for this purpose. Get this clamp
from the table and I'll explain how it is to be used." The elder Mistress
quickly retrieved the clamp and I continued, 'Peel back, sweet Mistress, the
bitch's foreskin and completely expose her cunt slug." The Dominatrix reached
down to my swollen cunt and did as she was instructed, commenting mockingly to
her sisters while doing so, "Just look at the bitch's gash. It's so slippery
with her slut juices that I can hardly keep a hold of her lewd slug. Look how
big and stiff it is. The hot little slut is certainly enjoying this. Let's see
if she still is after we've finished with her!" She finished, ominously.

"Once the slave's slug is completely exposed, adored Mistress", I continued,
"Slip the clamp over it, and press it down firmly to the base of the slug.' The
Domatrix did as I had instructed, and I shivered with dread and delight when the
cold circle of metal closed around the base of my pulsing cunt stalk. "Now,
adored Mistress, tighten the clamp savagely. You must tighten it so tightly that
it can not slip, even when the most barbaric of whip lashes are being delivered
to the slave's slug.' The Mistress again reacted to my instruction with eager
efficiency, and I squealed with hurt while the circle of metal crushed the base
of my stiff, aching cunt slug. When the Dominatrix had finished my slug had
swollen fabulously, and tingled with hurt, but more importantly, stood out from
my drooling gash proudly and defenselessly, totally vulnerable to the torment it
was to receive.

I whimpered deliciously, "Look how the clamp presents the slave's cunt prick,
adored Mistresses, so big and swollen, so defenseless, so utterly vulnerable to
your whip. One of the younger Mistresses had retrieved the riding whip I had
laid out and was examining it with interest. "The riding whip, with its long,
flexible shaft, and hard lash is the perfect instrument for whipping slave cunt
slug." I explained to the three young Dominatrixes, "Strokes can be delivered
with such a whip with unerring accuracy, and the whip's hardened lash ensures
that the pain the slave suffers is truly terrible, as it always should be!"
Having finished the instructions concerning preparation I gathered my breath, my
heart pounding with masochistic lust, and began to explain the best methods of
delivery.

"And now, sweet Mistresses!" I panted. "Now you are going to learn how to really
punish a slave! How to really accept a slave's undying devotion and eternal
submission. The slave's cunt cock is prepared in this way so that you can
experience the true depths of her surrender, even as you are making her suffer,
even if you are alone. A true slave, a born masochist, will worship and adore
your own fabulous, exquisite clitoris with infinite love and devotion, and with
all the tender passion imaginable when you permit her to do so under the whip.
The more cruelly you punish her wanton cunt slug, the more exquisitely she will
work to pleasure your glorious clitoris. The more savagely you inflict the cunt
slug thrashing, the more unadulterated will be the pleasure her devoted
submissive tongue will give you. So, sweet Mistresses, when you punish a slave's
whore, cunt prick, punish it hard, and with no mercy! Punish it pitilessly,
until her tongue has teased and stimulated your own stunningly beautiful
clitoris to earth shattering climax!"

By the time I had finished my lurid dissitation a pair of slender young thighs
were straddling my upturned face. Obviously the elder Dominatrix was not going
to be first to experience my submissive, and superbly talented tongue this time.
I stared up at the slowly descending pussy of the girl with elated joy. Its
plump smooth lips were swollen and pouted sexily with the evidence of the girl's
burgeoning arousal. The pretty little clitoris was stiff, and half exposed from
its foreskin, and seemed to be reaching out for my already fully extended
tongue. Just as the beautiful clitoris came into range the girl reached down
with one hand and carefully used a fingernail to peel back the foreskin to fully
expose her clitoral shaft. Stars of ecstasy exploded in my fevered brain when my
tip of my soft tongue was finally able to delicately trace the length of her
pulsing clitoral shaft.

This joy was soon overwhelmed by the agony that erupted when the first stroke of
the whip lashed at my own obscenely exposed cunt slug, and my gurgling shriek
rent the air of the room. I shrieked and squealed like a stuck pig while the
Mistress wielding the cruel whip mercilessly flayed my agonised cunt cock. My
tongue washed wetly over and around the clitoris it worshipped with a passion
that increased commensurably with the level of my suffering. These Mistresses
had learned well. I couldn't imagine a more merciless whipping of my agonised
cunt prick, but never the less I cried out in abject passion, "Whip harder,
divine Mistress! Whip harder! Harder!"

The thighs and belly of the girl whose clitoris I was sucking with abandoned
passion by this time were beginning to tremble, and I realised that her climax
was almost upon her, and renewed the fervor with which my tongue lashed her
throbbing clitoris. I wallowed in my intense pain and awful suffering while the
girl came, and came, and came, her clitoris jerking and pulsating, and her
divine pussy pouring out the juices of its pleasure. I lapped the sopping meat
with joy, drinking down her pouring juices as though they were the most
delicious repast I had ever had, which was not altogether untrue. After what
seemed for ever, but in reality a mere minute or so, the intensity of the girl's
climax began to fade, and she straightened up moving her pussy out of reach of
my mouth.

My momentary anguish at the loss of the sacred pussy was quickly allayed by the
arrival of a fresh set of slim thighs straddling my head and, more importantly,
a new, beautiful pussy with an already fully exposed clitoris for me to worship
and suck with feral passion. While my eager tongue went back to work the
merciless flaying of my pain filled cunt slug continued unrelentingly. I
suffered and suffered while my tongue sucked and lashed the new clitoris with
ever increasing ardor. Soon, all too soon for my liking, this girl's pussy
exploded in orgasm, and I drank the flooded pussy dry. The final Mistress then
fed my adoring, and insatiable mouth with her sacred pussy and divine clitoris
while the whipping continued, and I pleasured it with equal enthusiasm. In the
back of my mind was a sense of impending doom. This was to be the last pussy
that I was to be permitted to pleasure, and I wanted more! Not just more
celestial pussy to abjectly submit to, and pleasure with my devoted tongue, but
more punishment! Why was my punishment to stop! It was not fair! I existed to
suffer, and to adore! It was not fair that this should be denied me!

The cruel whipping stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The last clitoris was
removed from my tongue by its sexually sated owner. It was over. I lay wallowing
in the aftermath of my suffering, my cunt still on fire, and the taste of female
sexuality still fresh in my mouth. The three exhausted Mistresses went about
freeing my nudity from its bondage with practiced efficiency, and I soon found
myself kneeling before them. My disappointment at the lesson being over was
complete when each of the Mistresses donned their little leather G-strings,
hiding their beautiful pussies from me.

"Thank you, divine Mistresses!" I cried, "Thank you from the depths of my soul
for punishing my wanton cunt so thoroughly! The slave that is to be bought for
you is going to be one of the luckiest slaves there has ever been, to be owned
by such merciless Mistresses as you. To be able to worship such beautiful
pussies as yours! To be permitted to suffer such exquisite agonies at your
hands! She is to be lucky beyond imagining! I pray, sacred Mistresses, that the
lesson I have given has met with your complete approval!"

Whether, or not, this was the case I was not to know, at least not from the
three Dominatrixes, for they were already leaving the room before I had finished
my final words. I was left alone, and I took a few brief seconds to contemplate
my ordeal before the necessity to prepare for the next class began to invade my
thoughts. This realisation quickly banished all thoughts of what had just
befallen me from my mind for it was to be infinitely more agonising for me that
the mere whipping had been. My brain was soon alive to the prospect of true cunt
torture. Torture of the kind that only a true masochist of my nature can
possible endure without losing consciousness. My swollen cunt throbbed with
eager anticipation! My heart pounded with submissive lust at the very thought of
what was to come! The teats capping my heavy tits stiffened and tingled in
enthusiastic response.

A quick Glance at the clock informed me that I had an hour to go before the
second class for the day was due to begin. I rose up, left the room and padded
down to a bathroom. I showered quickly, and prepared my nudity for its next
student, making sure that my hair was brushed until it shone lustrously, and
that my make-up was perfect. I then returned to the punishment room to prepare
it for the lesson. The bondage rack remained, but I returned all other
instruments to their places in the storage closets, then selected those that
would be required for the new lesson. One long needle, and two shorter ones,
which I lay on the low table, together with two heavy weights attached to long
cords, which split into three parts at their other ends, each one with a sharp
fish hook at its end. I finally selected a cunt torture device that was so new
that even Mistress had not yet used it to torment my cunt herself. Its purpose
had, however, been explained to me and I shivered with dread at the thought of
the agony it was designed to inflict on the cunt that embraced it. I lay this
device on the table then prepared to adopt the posture that I had decided would
be the most appropriate to greet the Dominatrix I was to instruct.

After I had managed to trap my arms behind me in a bent arm binder sounds of
movement outside the door signaled that she had arrived, and I quickly lay on my
back on the floor. I then spread my legs so that they were at right angles to my
hips, then raised my body up so that it arched into the air, with spread thighs
facing the door. Only my feet, and the top of my head were still in contact with
the floor. This, of course, presented my splayed open cunt in a most lewd and
wanton display. My heavy tits drooped down towards my face which faced the
opposite wall where I could still see the door to the room reflected in its
mirrored surface.

No sooner had I managed to get into position than the door swung open. My heart
leapt with excitement, and sheer desire, as the woman swept into the room. She
was a least six feet tall, and her body was covered from neck to ankle by a
shiny, black, patent leather cloak. In one hand she held two leashes, the other
ends of which were attached to the nose rings of two naked slave women who
crawled into the room after her. The tall Mistress leered down at my obscene
display and commented to her slaves, "Sluts, that is how a slave should offer
her lascivious nudity to a Mistress! Take heed!" As soon as she stopped speaking
I took the opportunity to welcome her.

"Exulted Mistress!" I bleated submissively, "I offer this lewd cunt split to
you, and beg to be permitted to instruct you in the art of tormenting it. It
fills me with happiness to be permitted to instruct you in the art of advanced
cunt punishment, fabulous Mistress!" I panted, excitement overwhelming me.
"Alright, bitch, you've offered it to me, and I'm going to accept your offer.
Now kneel up, and I'll introduce you to my two personal sluts!"

I did as the young Domina instructed, awkwardly because of my bondage, and was
soon kneeling, with thighs wide spread, before the other slaves. Before she
began, the tall Mistress let her cloak fall from her body. My heart absolutely
soared with wonder! This girl was easily the most beautiful I had ever seen, and
she was almost naked. In fact, the only clothing she wore, apart from her high
heeled boots, was a tiny pleated leather skirt that barely reached the tops of
her full smooth thighs. Her fabulous breasts were bare. The beautiful mounds
were at least as large as my own big tits, but unlike mine, which hang heavily
from my torso, and have big, soft underbellies, this vision of loveliness had
breasts that jutted straight out from her chest, and were capped by gorgeous
nipples that projected out from the creamy mounds like glorious beacons.

The exquisite girl's legs were long and shapely, and her waist was literally
tiny. Her flawless skin was light olive, and her shiny black hair was done up in
a single plait that hung right down to the tops of her svelte buttocks. Her
beautiful face was tastefully made up, and wore an expression of sheer
dominance. My heart literally ached with adoration for the stunning Dominatrix.
How extraordinarily lucky the two slaves kneeling on either side of her were, to
be owned by such a stunning Goddess. She turned, reached down and unclipped the
leashes from her slaves' nose rings, and I was given a brief glimpse of the
rounded bottoms of her superb buttocks, enough of a look to tease, and enough to
realise that the girl wore no panties. Looking back over her shoulder, and
smirking mockingly, The lovely Domina deliberately spread her thighs a little
before bending lower down to unlock the cunt rings of her two slave women.

My mouth gaped open in absolute wonder, and my pounding heart began to literally
ache with longing at the sheer erotic display of the most stunningly spectacular
pussy I had ever seen. Its full outer lips were creamy smooth, and joined in a
gorgeously full, smooth mound. The delicate inner lips were just big enough to
signal their presence, and a clitoral ridge that promised so much was clearly
evident at the base of the fabulous mound. My brain went crazy with yearning. I
thought that I would literally die of sheer misery if I couldn't get my
worshipping face between those fabulous thighs, and my adulating mouth on that
heavenly font of female sexuality. It was then that I got my first hint of just
how exquisitely cruel, and superbly sadistic this young Dominatrix actually was.

"I can see that you are suitably impressed, bitch!" The girl chortled, her
amusement clear in her dancing eyes. "I'll bet you're dying to worship at my
sacred font, but that privilege will be purely academic if I don't think you
perform up to my standards, and you have no idea just how high I set those
standards, but you'll soon find out. I know that slaves like to worship with
their sucking mouths while they suffer, and you will certainly be doing so. Why
do you think that I've brought these two pigs along, just for the ride?" She
asked tauntingly.

"Oh you'll be sucking, alright! While I subject your lewd cunt split to the
agony it so richly deserves for drooling so obscenely in my presence, you will
be permitted to feast your depraved belly on the ripe juices of this pig's
raunchy whore gash!" She announced, petting the head of the slave woman kneeling
on her left. "Whether, or not, you get to worship at my heavenly font will rely
entirely on how this pig judges your performance. And I can assure you, the fat
swine, whose sole existence is based around the worship of my pussy, guards that
privilege jealously. You'll have to give her whore split the cunt sucking of a
lifetime before she'll even consider the possibility of allowing your lips and
tongue to touch my sacred sex!"

Oh what a lucky slave the Mistress had, and not just to have the focus of her
existence exclusively her owner's exquisitely beautiful pussy, but also because
she was about to have her own cunt sucked more extraordinarily skillfully than
she had ever experienced before. There was no way the slave was going to be able
to deny me the joy of worshipping at her Mistress's font of female sexuality
because she thought that I was something less than the most skilled twat
worshipper in the universe. The fabulous Dominatrix then announced, "Let me have
my pigs introduce themselves to you, bitch, then we can get on with our fun!"

She moved behind the slave kneeling on her left, leant down and hooked her
fingers through the slave's teat rings, and began to vigorously shake the
woman's huge, soft tits. The slave woman would have been in her middle to late
thirties in age. Her tits were literally enormous, and sagged down almost to the
level of her deep sunk belly button. The massive mounds were creamy white, and
seemed excessively soft. The teats that capped each huge udder were equally
large, and deep brown in colour, and, of course, were fully erect. The woman's
belly was rounded and well covered with a layer of fat, and her thighs were also
oversized. The kneeling slave possessed a cunt of truly monumental proportions.
It was, in fact, quite the biggest cunt I had ever seen, with chubby outer lips
at least six inches in length, and a cunt slug that, even though stiff, and at
its largest, must still be rated as unnaturally big. All in all the woman,
despite her age, and her generous covering of flesh, could only be described as
sensuously voluptuous.

"Tell the bitch when you became my slave, pig!" The gorgeous young Mistress
ordered the slave whose mammoth tits she was bouncing violently. "Oh, exalted
Mistress!" The slave cried out breathlessly. "I became your total slave from the
moment you first tormented my slattern cunt pit! I became your utterly
subservient pig from the moment your stupendous little body stretched my whore
cunt tube open, and you exited my baby cave and came into the world to take your
place as owner of my being, body and soul!"

My mouth gaped in wonder! This slave woman was the mother of her fabulously
beautiful owner! This slave woman had, from the moment of birth of her beautiful
daughter, given up her freedom, and had surrendered to her offspring! It was so
exquisitely depraved! So divinely submissive! So angelically debauched! My heart
raced with renewed submissive elation, to be permitted to serve such a superb
Dominatrix was beginning to fill me with masochistic joy unbounded. I completely
forget the constant aching in my muscles that was brought about by the
contorted, and utterly lascivious pose I held. My splayed open cunt was flooding
profusely with my burgeoning arousal.

"Now, quickly, explain to this bitch how you raised me, and how you led your own
life up until I was old enough to take control of you, fat pig!" The Mistress
commanded, with a cruel grin. The slave woman then began to relate her bizarre
story to me, "Immediately following your celestial birth, my exulted Mistress, I
had my sluttish cooze sown up. It had served its sole purpose, while I still
controlled it. That was to have it fucked repeatedly, until you, illustrious
Mistress, had been conceived, and subsequently born. From that moment on my lewd
sexuality was no longer in my control, and to ensure that my I could not
surrender to my sluttish nature, and immerse myself in constant sexual
debauchery, sowing the fat cunt up seemed to be the most appropriate solution."
I was increasingly aghast at the sheer fantastic nature of the story being
related, and there was more, even more bizarre, to come, much more!

"From the instant of your birth, exalted Mistress, I submitted unconditionally
to your will, and worshipped and adored you from the depths of my soul. From the
age when you were first able to understand, I have never entered your presence
other than on my knees, and have from that time on always signified my complete
surrender to you by kissing your feet in immaculate submission whenever in your
presence. From the moment you could comprehend, angelic Mistress, I have taught
you to extract my submission ruthlessly, and to punish me soundly for any act I
might have committed that displeased you in even the slightest way. As you grew
older, exalted Mistress, kisses of deference placed, with total devotion, and
utter submission, on you glorious bottom, initially clothed, but later bare,
joined those given to your feet, to further add to your education as my Goddess,
and I, your undying adorer! Your eternal worshipping slave!"

The haughty Mistress dropped her slave's tits at this stage of the story, and
went over to stand behind her other slave woman. This woman was of the same age
as the Mistress' mother slave, but her tits were no where nearly as large, and
were not of the shape to hang from her chest. Also her splayed open cunt was
less prominent, in fact it looked like an immature example of female sexuality,
and didn't even appear to have a clitoris. This woman was also less feminine in
her facial features, although she could still be said to be pleasantly handsome.
She also wore a set of weird earrings, shaped like tiny spherical bird cages.
Inside each was what appeared to be a shriveled up walnut, no more than a
quarter of an inch in diameter. These weird balls ratted around in the wire
cages whenever the slave moved her head.

"Now you, swine!" The Dominatrix announced with a special cruel edge to her
voice. "Tell this bitch your story!" The slave woman then began to relate a tale
that, if I was not already impressed with the sheer sadistic cruelty of the
fabulously beautiful Dominatrix, I became in absolute awe of it.

"I too, sacred Mistress! Have been your utter slave from the moment of your
birth. Prior to that I was the slave of your pig." The Mistress reached down and
flicked the slave's strange earrings, bouncing the tiny balls around in them for
my visual benefit. "What are these, lewd swine?" She asked with a cruel smirk
that did not escape my notice. The slave, chest trembling with shame, or
perhaps, masochistic excitement, answered in a quivering voice, "Those, holy
Goddess, are the nuts that once dangled from my wanton fork!" The Mistress leant
further down with one hand, and I watched in the walled mirror while she used
her fingers to extract a smallish dildo from the slave's arsehole. The dildo
although small, perhaps six inches in length, was the most lifelike image of a
penis that I had ever seen.

"And what is this, lurid swine?" She asked. "That, divine Mistress, is the prick
slug that once hung down from between my fat thighs!" My mouth gaped in utter
shock. The slave 'woman' was actually a male. Before my brain could actually
come to grips with this revelation the Mistress continued, "Explain to this lewd
bitch what was your fate , obscene swine!" The slave woman continued with her
fantastic story.

"The pig, sacred Mistress, who was initially my Mistress as well, used me to
fuck her until you were conceived. Then she had my prick slug placed in
permanent chastity, never to spit its scum again. She began a course of hormone
treatments to transform my body from that of a male, to one as close to being
female as the pig's stunted imagination would allow. For all the years, before
you were old enough to actually take control of my being in all senses, I
submitted to you in all the ways that the pig has related in her story. On your
sixteenth birthday, hallowed Mistress, I was permitted to surrender to you in
utter ecstasy, as a real female. It was only you, radiant Mistress, only one
such as you who could have forced such utter submission!" My mind was alive with
thrilling lust, while I took in the enormity of what this transformed slave was
relating.

"We were transported to a special clinic in Switzerland, to a doctor of dominant
bent who would, for a modest fee, transform a male slave into a female slave,
and I submitted to his skills with immaculate joy, for I was to become what you,
my exalted Mistress, desired!" The Mistress then took over the telling of the
tale. I could tell that relating this part of the fantastic tale pleased the
consummate sadist greatly.

"The animal was strapped, naked, to the operating table, her fat tits thrusting
up saucily, bitch, and all was in readiness. The animal was ready to lose the
last evidence that she was once a man. I was so excited, and not just because my
little father pig was about to lose it all, but mainly because I had been able
to persuade the doctor to allow me to do the actual removal, and I couldn't
wait. In fact, I was so pleased with this that I was even prepared to allow the
swine to have a little reward while I was so engaged. The doctor, of course, was
only too pleased to accede to this request as well." The cruel Mistress slapped
her slave's fat tits, and ordered, "You tell the bitch what happened next, pig!"

"From the moment my sex had been rendered useless, some sixteen years before, I
had had absolutely no sexual contact with anyone, the pig had seen to that. Even
prior to that the only sexual activity I had ever had was that which was
required to produce you, my fabulous Mistress!" The slave woman cried in utterly
submissive joy. She was really enjoying reliving the horrendous fate she had so
willingly submitted to. These two slaves, I decided, must be as masochistic as
I, especially the one who used to be male. I was about to find out that she
could be even more submissive than I, if that were possible.

"At the clinic, exalted Mistress, the doctor had me prepared, right up to the
actual application of the scalpel. I had begged and pleaded with the doctor to
ensure that his application of the anesthetic would be such that I would still
be able to actually feel the scalpel when you, celestial Mistress, honoured me
by slicing off my prick slug and scum bags, and by careful manipulation of the
dosage, he was able to achieve this for me. Then the big moment arrived, adored
Mistress, and you filled me with happiness for, with the good doctor's eager
cooperation, you permitted me to undertake my first sexual service since you
were born. The handsome doctor took off his trousers, and revealed his penis and
testicles. He straddled my head and fed my yearning mouth his fabulous
testicles, the first male testicles I had ever had in my mouth, had ever been
permitted to worship with my servile tongue. I was in paradise, exalted
Mistress."

"While I tenderly tongued the doctor's succulent testicles, angelic Mistress, my
heart exploded in joy when I felt the blade slice into the meat at the base of
my own slack scum bags. I sucked the doctor's tight, full testicles with utterly
devoted passion while you, my sacred Mistress, slowly, and efficiently removed
my scum bags completely, under the pleasure filled doctor's careful instruction.
When you had completed this, the first of your self appointed tasks, it was time
to move on the other, the removal of my puny worm!"

"The doctor removed his lovely testicles from my adoring mouth, filling me with
sadness at their loss. but then, once again, my heart soared with sexual
delight, for he slowly, and teasingly, brought his gorgeous hot, stiff, juicy
penis into range of my yearning mouth. Just before you made the first cut, holy
Mistress, the doctor sank the head of his penis into my worshipping mouth, and
my heart exploded in ecstasy as I savoured my first taste of sublime male
sexuality. The hot, juicy penis head plumbed the depths of my gulping throat
when the first cut was made, and the process of removing my prick slug had
begun. I sucked the juicy penis with all the passion I could muster, saintly
Goddess, while you sliced my prick slug from my fork, and at the precise instant
that the fleshy tube was completely removed the doctor sent me to slave heaven
by emptying his testicles into my gulping throat. Stream after stream of his
succulent testicle juice poured into my convulsing throat, fabulous Mistress,
and I swallowed it all with stars of masochistic ecstasy exploding before me
eyes. My utter ,and immaculate submission to you, my celestial Goddess, was
completed in the most glorious and fitting manner imaginable!"

My heart was pounding with excited lust, and I thrust my wanton cunt out to this
girl, the consummate sadist, with utter yearning. I longed to suffer under her
hand! My swollen, dripping cunt craved the agony she would inflict on it! My
swollen tits ached with the need to submit to this girl's torments! Such
exquisite cruelty! Such fabulous sadism! Such a stunningly beautiful, utterly
merciless, completely pitiless Dominatrix! To submit to her would fill me with
almost unearthly joy and happiness.

The cruel girl returned to her other slave for the completion of their tale of
extraordinary submission, and supernatural cruelty. She reached down and slapped
the slave's huge tits roughly, and commanded her to continue the story.

"Your swine, and I, my exalted Mistress, were left in the care of the doctor, at
the clinic. The swine was to have her cunt pit constructed, and I, your putrid
pig, had my sown up cunt split re-opened. You also had me sterilised, so that
those males to whom you might give me to to play with would not be able to get
me pregnant again. Six weeks later, when all was finished, you again came to the
clinic and collected us. That, my exalted Mistress, was when you informed us of
what were to be our special responsibilities for the rest of our lives. You made
me happy beyond my ability to comprehend, my celestial Mistress, when you
announced that hence forth, my only contact with your heavenly person would be
to bury my slave face between you fabulous thighs, and to suck your exquisite
pussy for your pleasure. The worship, adoration, and pleasure of your sacred
pussy was to become the sole reason for my existence!"

"If anything, my sacred Goddess, you honoured the swine even more greatly! You
announced to her that her only physical contact with your person was to bury her
face between your extraordinary bottom cheeks, and to worship, adore, and
pleasure your incomparable anus and luscious rectum with her servile tongue.
That lucky swine was to exist to administer to your most intimate, and hallowed
orifice for the rest of her servile existence. The thought of her gorgeous fate
must have filled the swine with untold joy and happiness!"

"Then, my sacred Mistress, you announced that you would be allowing us to
abandon ourselves utterly to our perverted lusts, to celebrate the occasion of
our ultimate submission. You took us, heavenly Goddess, to an area of the city
where it was known that tramps and the homeless gathered. You had your chauffeur
pull up in the centre of that destroyed area, and summoned a group of loitering
tramps over to your limousine. You pushed the swine and I out of the car, naked,
and filled with shame and fright, and announced to the filthy group of men,
'These two whore sluts are yours to play with for the next twenty four hours.
Spread the word around. I want them fucked to within an inch of their lives. You
can fuck their drooling cunts, or their slack hot arse pits, I don't care! The
only stipulation I have is that they only be permitted to suck on pricks after
the pricks have been buried up their arseholes. The whore cunts will deny you
nothing, and will fuck for you with utterly debauched depravity. Should either
ever flag in her efforts to pleasure you you are allowed to whip her arse until
her performance improves! Treat the lurid pigs with utter depravity, fuck their
tight arse chutes, their drooling cunts, piss on them, let them drink piss from
your shit flecked pricks, have them suck out your arse rings. When I pick the
animals up at this time tomorrow, I expect them to be utterly fucked out! I
expect them to smell like piss soaked, cum splattered harlots! I expect their
cunt and arse holes, and especially their mouths to be flooded with pungent cock
cream! So, gentlemen, enjoy yourselves, and don't disappoint me!'"

"You then left, exulted Mistress, and one of the tramps immediately grabbed me
and drove his filthy cock straight up my tight arse pit. I had no time to savour
the first stiff, hot prick to ream out my arse for more than sixteen years
because, exalted Mistress, the tramp was only seasoning it for my mouth, as per
your strict instruction. I swallowed the rancid prick with utter elation when
the tramp drove its stinking length into my gaping mouth, and down my gulping
throat. I sucked the throbbing cock with all the passion that had built up over
the years of total abstinence. While I settled down to suck the huge prick
another tramp drove his cock into my arse pit, and wildly slapped my rolling
arse slabs while he fucked me with debauched abandon. I glanced over at the
swine, to see that her nudity was wedged between two tramps who were savagely
raping her arse and cunt chutes at the same time. The depraved slut was not
squealing out her depravity because her mouth was filled with the hot, sticky
length of another shit flecked prick. I wondered whether the tramp fucking her
cunt pit realised that he was stripping the lewd, depraved swine of her womanly
virginity!"

"The prick in my mouth erupted first, and filled my gulping throat with a deluge
of pungent cock cream. Stars of ecstasy exploded in my depraved brain while I
gulped it all down into my churning belly. The tramp tore his sated cock from my
mouth just as his partner emptied his swinging balls into the depths of my arse
pit. A tramp immediately took his place, and drove his fat prick into my cunt
chasm and began to wildly fuck it. Another huge cock speared my drenched arse
ring, then was withdrawn and presented to my drooling mouth. I sucked this prick
with increased passion, losing myself completely in my own lewd depravity! At
one point I looked over to the swine, and saw that a tramp had his prick buried
deeply in her harlot gullet, and that the swine was swallowing for all she was
worth. At first I thought that she was drinking the tramp's fat balls dry, then
I reasilsed, because of the time that was being taken, that he was feeding her
his piss! The debauched animal was swallowing this rancid liquid down with
exactly the same eager depravity as she had the cock cream that had preceded
it!"

"On and on it went. The swine and I were fucked and fucked, up both arse and
cunt, by what seemed to be a never ending stream of hot, stiff pricks. We
passionately sucked countless arsehole seasoned cocks, drank fabulous quantities
of spewing ball cream, and even larger amounts of rancid piss. Towards the end
of the period, when sheer physical exhaustion began to be a factor, our arse
slabs, and even our fat tits, were whipped with belts and switches to urge us
on. Just before you returned to collect us, fabulous Mistress, the hundred or so
tramps that had gathered were also exhausted, and the swine and I were laid on
our backs, and all of them pissed all over us. I wallowed in my utter depravity
while the hot streams splashed down on my body, especially my heaving udders!"

"You returned, adulated Mistress, right on time. You expressed your satisfaction
at the state of our reeking carcasses, and loaded us into the boot of your car.
You, in your awesome capacity to reduce us to the absolute depths of
degradation, had one more indignity to inflict on us when we arrived home. A
large rubber square mat was laid out on the lawn, then you ordered us to lie on
it, then to suck each others carcasses clean of the filth that covered us from
head to foot. The putrid swine's tits were cruelly thrashed when you discerned
that she was sucking my cunt, rather than merely tonguing it clean, for, as we
know, magnificent Mistress, that slut is not permitted to sexually serve
females!"

I was beside myself with wonder at this tale of utter depravity. My stretched
open cunt split drooled with my juices. This was surely the most sadistic and
fabulously dominant Mistress in the universe. To subject slaves to such
degradation was almost beyond the capacity of my mind to comprehend. But to
subject slaves, who were also her birth parents, to such degradation and sheer
humiliation was even more unimaginable. Mistress has frequently given me to
large groups of males as a sex toy, but never to the dregs of society. I could
only imagine the feelings of awful degradation that these two slave's were
constantly subjected to.

"Well, bitch!" The Dominatrix chuckled, "Now that you know what standards I
expect from slaves, no, what standards I impose on slaves, I wonder if your
still as anxious to surrender that cunt you are presenting so lewdly into my
tender care?" I gasped in fright, and, if possible in my contorted position,
thrust the wanton gash out even more blatantly. "Oh, adulated Mistress!" I cried
in abject pleading, "You are the most fabulous Mistress I have ever seen! I
yearn to surrender my whore gash to you, adored Mistress! Please! Please!
Precious Mistress! Accept the lewd cunt I offer, and punish it! Punish it with
all your cruelty! Take possession of the wanton twat split, and torture it with
all the sublime sadistic brutality you possess! Punish my cunt split! Torment my
twat gash! Torture my slattern cooze! The lurid gash yearns to accept its agony!
Longs to wallow in its barbaric suffering! Please, adulated Mistress! Please!" I
pleaded with every fibre of my being. My mind was totally immersed in
masochistic lust! I was sure I would die if this exquisitely cruel Mistress
didn't accept my pleas, and torment my cunt with her own special brand of
sadistic cruelty.

"Well, bitch, so be it! But there is no turning back! I never stop what I've
started until I am completely satisfied with the results. Let's start by you
explaining all about these little instruments of torment that are laid out for
me, shall we?"

I gave the Mistress a quick explanation of the rack, and how to attach the
slave's body to it for the best results. Then I covered the various hooks,
needles and weights, and finally I explained the special torture device that I
had chosen for the event, appropriately named the 'Birth Tormentor'. My heart
raced with dreadful anticipation while explaining the purpose of this item. The
beautiful Dominatrix expressed surprise that no whips had been laid out, and I
explained to her that this was a lesson in pure cunt torture, that whips were
altogether too benign for such a lesson. Besides, I added, my cunt had only an
hour or so earlier had been subjected to a prolonged whipping by my previous
students, and was well and truly warmed up for this, the main event.

"Well, let's get you attached to the rack." The Mistress said once I had
finished. Her two slaves remained kneeling and watching while my nude body was
once again bound to the rack. When she had finished I found that my well spread
thighs and legs had been bent back, and below my torso, and securely tied in
place so that I could not move a single muscle. This caused my splayed open cunt
to become the highest point of my body, and at a nice height for the standing
Dominatrix to work on. My head was supported by the neck brace, and my large
smooth tits jutted straight up towards the mirrored ceiling.

The Mistress took the two weight and hook items, commenting with a chuckle,
"Let's get this whore cunt spread out so that I can get at it." The Mistress
pinched out one of my plump cunt lips and tried to find one of its piercings to
put the first of the hooks through. "No! No! Adulated Mistress," I cried
pleadingly, "You don't use a piercing. You drive each hook through the cunt lip
meat! The slave bitch must know that her whore gash is already suffering before
she can revel in the absolute agony of the 'Birthing Tormentor'" The Mistress
was only too pleased to accede to this plea, and I shrieked in pain when she
drove each of the six sharp hooks through my twat lips, evenly spacing them
along each moist lip. I squealed like a stuck pig when she draped each weight
over one of the rack's horizontal stays, and my tormented gash flaps were torn
wide apart, leaving my cuntal trench, with its gaping pit mouth, and straining
clitoris, drippingly bare.

I sobbed quietly, contemplating the sheer agony of my bizarrely torn open cunt
while the cruel Mistress attended to other matters. "Up pig!" She ordered her
big titted slave, "And bring me my cunt presenting chains!" The voluptuous slave
delved into a pocket in her owner's  cloak and produced two eighteen inch pieces
of small chain, and each having a sharp fish hook attached to it. While the
naked slave was presenting these to the Mistress I realised that what had been
merely hinted at earlier, was in fact true, that this Mistress needed no lessons
in tormenting slaves, she was already a consummate sadist, and was treating this
event, not as a lesson, but merely an excuse to practice her immaculate cruelty
on a submissive slave cunt.

The slave woman squealed in pain while her cruel owner drove one hook from each
of the chains through each of her fat cunt lips. She then snapped at her
whimpering slave, "Get you fat udders in position pig! I haven't got all day!"
The woman leant her shoulders forward so that her massive tits drooped down
towards her crotch. The Dominatrix then wrapped each chain around the back of
the slave's thighs, and drove the hooks at the other ends of the chains through
the woman's big, stiff teats, causing her to squeal out with fresh pain. The
Mistress then ordered the slave to take up her position.

The suffering woman duck walked around to my head and spread her chubby thighs
around my upturned face. "Straighten up, pig! Don't slouch!" The cruel Domina
snapped. The woman straightened her back and this action, of course, only served
to tear the lips of her dripping twat wide apart while, at the same time, the
hooks skewering her teats stretched them out from her massive udders
mercilessly. I gazed up at the woman's wrenched open cuntal trench and marveled
at the mass of dripping meat, its odour dominating my senses.

I thought that my cunt was one of the rauchiest immaginable, but this woman's
was as ripe and overpowering as any I had ever been subjected to. I gazed up in
rapture at its gaping hole, and the huge clitoris that arched out stiffly at its
apex, and couldn't wait to bury my face in its magnificence, but wait I did, for
the cruel Mistress had not given me permission to do so as yet. I merely
breathed the rich aroma of it into my nostrils, and my heart pounded with the
lust coursing through me while I waited for the ordeal to commence.

The beautiful Mistress took up the 'Birth Tormentor' and tested its function
with interest. The instrument, in its benign state, consisted of a two foot long
tube about a half an inch in diameter. At one end was a pistol grip, with a
trigger that worked the device's mechanism. At the other end was a shiny metal
sphere, about two inches round. When the Mistress worked the trigger, the real
purpose of the device became apparent. With each depression of the trigger the
metal sphere made a clicking sound, and grew in size. This went on until the
ball had grown to the size of a bowling ball and, unbelievably, on the final
trigger thousands of tiny spikes emerged from the silvery surface of the huge
sphere, making it look as if it was covered with sand paper.

The dominating girl giggled with glee when she saw all this, commenting, "Oh
yes! This little toy will torment a slave cunt gloriously! It's just gorgeous! I
cant wait to see it in action, bitch! Your slattern twat is going to suffer just
fabulously!" She exuded, while releasing a catch  that saw the huge metal ball
shrink back to its initial size, amid a series of metallic clicks. She then
moved into position between my thighs, and gazed lovingly down at my grotesquely
spread open, and utterly defenseless cunt, its dripping meat already convulsing
in eager anticipation of the agony about to be inflicted on it.

Just before she began the passionate Domatrix issued commands to both her own
slaves, "You! Swine! You may worship while I work!' She informed the other
slave, still kneeling patiently. The slave's face lit up with sheer delight, and
she quickly shuffled behind her Mistress, and reverently reached up with her
hands to the fabulous Mistress's gorgeous bottom cheeks. "Wait, swine!" The
Domina snapped, "Only after I've started on this bitch!" Then she addressed the
woman at whose brutally spread open twat I was staring. "You may feed the bitch,
pig!" She ordered. "Do it now! Grind your slimy cooze into her face! Paint the
low bitch's features with your rancid cunt cream!"

My senses were immediately overwhelmed by the taste of ripe, pungent, slave,
woman juice. The slave must surely have had the richest twat elixir I had ever
tasted. She ground her splayed open cunt into my upturned face as her owner had
commanded, and my eager tongue slurped wildly at the dripping meat. I was so
lost in the cunt that I sucked at so passionately that I hardly even felt the
cool metal of the torture device being driven up into my own drenched cunt pit.
The Mistress drove the small metal sphere past the mouth of, and into my baby
cave with relentless precision. Then she began to press the trigger, over and
over. Her other slave was not stopped in her tracks this time. She reached up
and parted her Mistress's lovely buttocks with almost religious reverence then,
with a gleam of sheer happiness shining on her face she slipped it between those
smooth, flawless globes, and applied her lips and tongue to the haughty
Dominatrix's succulent anal ring.

I began to whimper, more in anticipation than actual pain, while the sphere
slowly expanded in my tight baby cave. Soon my whimpers became liquid wails,
especially when the sphere neared its maximum expansion, and I knew what was
about to happen. My belly had grown visibly, and my baby cave had begun to ache
terribly. My shriek, not withstanding the fact that I had a flooded cunt
plastered all over my face, rent the atmosphere of the play room when the sphere
allowed its thousands of tiny spikes to escape from its previously smooth
surface. The pain was truly fabulous, especially when the merciless Domina began
to use the grip to turn the sphere, causing the spikes to shred my delicate
flesh with utter brutality.

I squealed and squealed in utter misery while my baby cave was literally set on
fire by the barbaric sphere. I drove my face deeper into the slave's cunt, my
long, agile tongue reaching into her convulsing cunt pit until its tip was
actually able to tease that slave's baby cave mouth. I had never had my mouth so
deeply buried in cunt before, and the sensations the slave must have been
experiencing must have been exquisite. My tormented baby cave reacted as would
be expected under such harrowing circumstances. It attempted to expel the source
of its agony, as if it had a mind of its own.

I howled and howled in utter gut wrenching agony! The pain was unearthly in its
intensity! The huge sphere stretched my baby cave mouth open with awful
certainty. The spikes tore at my meat with brutal efficiency, lacerating the wet
flesh with utter mercilessness. I howled my agony into the slave's cunt, while
stars exploded in my brain. I was in masochistic heaven! I was suffering so
gorgeously! My entire being was concentrated on my anguished cunt pit. The huge,
pain giving sphere was finally expelled from my fire laden baby cave, and crept
incredibly slowly down my unbelievably stretched open twat tunnel. The cruel
spikes shredded my smooth wet meat with fabulous cruelty.

Suddenly the sphere was at the mouth of my cunt, and my squeals and howls of
sheer unadulterated agony reverberated around the room. My cunt pit mouth was
stretched open to truly momentous proportions. The utterly merciless Dominatrix,
to the sheer pleasure of her sadism, not to mention the gorgeous sensations of
her slave's adoring tongue working so passionately on her pleasure filled anal
ring, began to push the torture sphere back into my tormented cunt pit. She
didn't shrink the device even a millimeter, and I felt it begin to creep back
into my body with utter disbelief.

How deliciously cruel, and utterly merciless this magnificent Mistress was! The
torture device was never meant to be introduced to a slave's cunt while fully
opened! It was only supposed to be expelled in this state! The wonderful
Dominatrix drove the torture ball relentlessly into my suffering cunt pit,
forcing the huge ball through my baby cave mouth and into my cavern. I shrieked
in agony, and my tongue, as if in tune with the spirit of my suffering, speared
the baby cave mouth of the slave as well.

My belly quivered uncontrollably, and my stretched open thighs knotted ferally
while the agony consumed me. My fat tits heaved, their rigid teats throbbing
madly. My belly expelled the brutal invader once again, then to my eternal,
delighted anguish the exquisitely sadistic Domina drove it back in once again.
On the fifth plunge I allowed my mouth to escape from the slave's convulsing
cunt, and engulfed her amazing cunt slug in it. The woman's hot, stiff cunt slug
was so big that it went a considerable way to actually filling my passionately
sucking mouth. While the eternally ferocious, and extraordinarily beautiful
Dominatrix drove the spiked ball into my tortured cunt pit, and my slattern hole
worked furiously to expel it once again, I no longer squealed and howled out my
pain and suffering. It had gone way beyond that, and I existed for my agony, my
masochistic juices flowing profusely. I sucked and chewed at the slave woman's
massive cunt slug with almost automatic fervor. Her plump thighs began to
shudder and shake as sheer pleasure filled her body, and she began to shriek
with ecstasy.

On the tenth vicious thrust of the brutal spiked ball into the tormented depths
of my agonised cunt pit, Mistress decided that it was enough. This coincided
with her slave's orgasm. She allowed the huge spiked ball to escape from my cunt
pit completely. I squealed as much with loss as with the extra surge of pain
that this caused. I was wallowing in my anguish, and masochistic delight, and
now it was to stop. It couldn't! I wanted to suffer more! I needed to be
tormented again, more than anything in the world.

"Would you look at this bitch's slattern cunt!" The Mistress Giggled
sadistically, "You'd think she's been fucked by an elephant! Look at the gaping
hole! Look at the swollen meat! What a slut! What a depraved harlot she is!" The
Mistress carried on like this for a few minutes while I drained her slave's cunt
dry with an avid mouth, drinking down the rich, pungent juices of her cunt with
eager relish.

"Did the bitch perform satisfactorily?" The Mistress inquired of her slave.
Despite herself, and her jealousy of her Mistress's divine pussy, the slave
gasped out an affirmative answer. What else could she do. I had indeed given her
the cunt sucking of her life, if the amount of juice she surrendered to me was
any indication. "OK, bitch!" The gorgeous Dominatrix continued, "If you drink my
pig dry, you will have earned the right to worship my clitoris!" I was confused!
I had already drank the slave's twat dry! What could the Mistress mean. Then it
hit me, and despite the savagery of my recent ordeal, my tear streaked cheeks
burned with shame and humiliation at this realisation.

Never the less, I raised my mouth to the grotesquely splayed open twat above me,
and glued my lips around its gaping piss slit. My mouth was flooded with a
torrent of salty piss, and I gulped it down in a frenzy of masochistic
submission. The slave pissed and pissed! I couldn't believe how much she had. It
seemed endless, and I swallowed every last drop of the acrid issue. The slave
eventually completely voided her bladder, and I wallowed in the shame and
humiliation of drinking, so avidly, the rank piss of another slave. The
degradation was truly magnificent.

After I had cleaned every drop from the woman's cunt she raised her body and
left me. She duck waddled around to her beautiful Mistress with a leer of
lascivious satisfaction on her face. By this time the arrogant Dominatrix had
thrust her other slave's face from between her svelte bottom cheeks. Her
wonderful pussy looked swollen and excited, with more than a hint of succulent
moisture gracing its perfect lips. She disdainfully peered at her slave, noting
the woman's look of depraved delight, and snapped cruelly, "Entertain me, pig!"

The slave woman's face immediately registered a change from rapture to dismay
but, never the less, she immediately began to shake her shoulders vigorously,
causing her massive tits to bounce wildly. She whimpered with renewed hurt when
this, of course, only served to fill both her skewered teats, and cunt lips
fierce pain. The Mistress watched her slave torment herself for a few minutes,
giving me time to recover from my ordeal and, of course, to prepare myself for a
fresh bout of agonised torture.

I needed no encouragement, I was to be honoured by being permitted to worship
the lovely girl's sacred clitoris, and my tongue ached with longing. I would
gladly accept any torture what so ever, just to be permitted such an exquisite
honour. After she had tired of her slave's bizarre self torment, the Mistress
removed the slave's chains, and the woman resumed her position, kneeling next to
her fellow chattel. Mistress went over to the table and took up the two needles
I had showed her earlier, then moved back between my splayed open thighs. She
asked me to explain the purpose of the needles once again.

"Adulated Mistress," I cried passionately, "You should peel back the sheath of
your slave's whore cunt slug, then drive each needle through the base of the
shaft. You should, sacred Mistress, ensure that the needles form an 'X' when you
have finished. This, divine Mistress, ensures not only that the entire length of
the slave's slug shaft is bared, but also causes the cunt prick to be presented
up and out from her drooling cuntal swamp!"

I squealed in pain when the beautiful Mistress drove the first needle through my
slug shaft, having first used two fingers to ensure that its fleshy protective
covering was fully peeled back. When she had finished each end of the long
silvery needle piercing my hard cunt slug was pressed deeply into each of my
spread open cunt lips. I squawked again when the second needle was thrust
cruelly through the throbbing shaft a ninety degree angle to the first. When
this one was fully in place the two needles formed a perfect cross, and my pain
soaked twat prick was fully, and defenselessly exposed, and stood out from my
convulsing trench at an angle of some forty five degrees.

The Mistress then took the final needle, and attached it securely to a perspex
arm that was attached to the centre of the rack, between my splayed open thighs.
She did not immediately adjust this arm  but rather, slightly loosened the bonds
that fixed my hips to the frame of the bondage rack. "Rut your hips, bitch!" She
snapped, "I want to test your movement." I did as ordered, and found that I
could now move my hips up and down by almost an inch, but was still firmly
denied any sideways movement. The Mistress then adjusted the arm with its
jutting needle, until the point of the needle was poised less than a quarter on
an inch above the tip of my jutting, fire laden twat prick.

"Lovely!" The awesome Mistress breathed, then moved around to my propped up
head, and made to straddle it. "No! No! Adored Mistress." I sobbed, "A Mistress
should not, when honouring a slave with the worship of her sacred clitoris,
allow the slave the luxury of artificial support. The slave must be forced to
use her own muscles to support her while she is so honoured. She must show the
Mistress how much she adores her sublime privilege, by demonstrating her
capacity to worship without help, no matter what the consequences are to her,
and no matter how ferociously she is suffering. Remove the neck rest, adored
Mistress! Force me to work for my worship of your divine clitoris!"

The cruel Mistress grinned down at my pleading face and replied, "Well, bitch,
you may have bitten off more than you can chew. But I'll accede to your plea
anyhow!" Then she unlatched the neck rest and allowed it to drop to the base of
the rack. My naked body flopped down once this support was removed, and my
swollen tits drooped down towards my face. I could only imagine the ache that I
would be subjected to when I had to use my own muscles to raise my face up to
its delightful target. But, of course, I only had myself to blame!

"Now, bitch!" The merciless young, utterly ravishing Dominatrix announced. "To
earn The right to worship my stiff little clitty you must fuck your lewd slot
slug with the beautiful silvery cock I have set up for that purpose. You will
not merely have your twat prick engulf it, then remain still. You will
continually plunge it in and out of the harlot twat cock for the entire time
that it takes your slattern tongue to bring me off!" I shuddered with dread at
the fate before me. Surely this was the cruelest Domatrix I had ever
encountered. "Bitch! I warn you, I like my pleasure slow and tender, so you will
use just the tip of your tongue to tease my clitoris until I come. I will allow
you one minute to control yourself after the silvery prick enters you cunt slug
for the first time. From then on you will maintain your silence while you
worship, and you will fuck your whore cunt cock no stop for the entire time!"

I took a few seconds to steel my self for the coming ordeal, while the Mistress
once again straddled my face, and I stared up in absolute delight while two of
her fingers gently splayed the gorgeous lips of her divine pussy open, and
revealed to my excited gaze, her sacred clitoris, stiff and wet, and fully
exposed from it foreskin. The Dominatrix glanced over at her own kneeling slaves
and noted the look of contentment still on the face of the woman whose cunt I
had sucked so passionately. She also noted the look of consternation on the face
of her other slave.

"Swine!" She commented, "You will not be permitted to adore this time, but I've
not forgotten you, and, since the pig has already enjoyed a reward, I have one
in store for you too. On the way home I have already arranged for a half a dozen
tramp cocks for you to drain. As usual, of course, you wont be permitted to suck
the scum from them after they have each been thoroughly seasoned in your rancid
arse pit. In the meantime, while I'm enjoying this bitch's devotions, you may
slip you ugly mug between the pig's fat arse slabs, and slurp at her vile arse
pit."

This announcement caused the slave woman's face to light up, and her cheeks to
flush with her humiliation. She immediately moved behind her fellow slave, who
leant forward to present her huge arse mounds, and plunged her face into the
fleshy crack. Her tongue, while not seen because of the position of the slaves,
could certainly be heard slurping wildly at the pungent arsehole. I gathered my
wits, and thrust my hips forward the inch that my bondage allowed.

Stars of sheer agony exploded before my wide eyes, and my mouth shot open in
sheer shock, as an inch of needle drove relentlessly into the erect spike of my
straining, obscenely exposed cunt slug. My heart rending shriek of agony
reverberated around the room. My thighs shuddered and my belly rippled while I
absorbed the exquisite pain. My howls and wails came non stop for the allowed
minute. I had no real control. My chest heaved and my throat convulsed with the
sheer intensity of my suffering. Then, after the initial shock began to wear
off, I began to soar with masochistic ecstasy.

I rapidly blinked away the tears that had poured from my eyes when I had plunged
my hips up to skewer my agony racked cunt slug on the cruel needle, and gazed,
in masochistic rapture, up at the Dominatrix's glorious sex. I drew a deep
sobbing breath, and strained every muscle in my body as I slowly raised my face
up to the heaven above. My long, soft tongue shot out of my panting mouth as
soon as it was in range, and an explosion of submissive ecstasy enveloped my
when its soft tip actually touched the hot hard meat of the Mistress's rigid
clitoris.

It took every once of my extraordinary self control to both maintain this
posture, and not to howl in anguish when I again flexed my hips, and the needle
first withdrew from my suffering twat prick, then plunged back into the
sensitive flesh. My tongue teased and stimulated the Mistress's spasming
clitoris with tender devotion, tracing its delicate length, then softly lashing
its burgeoning tip. I worshipped the gorgeous clitoris with every fibre of my
being, and suffered my surging agony with joy and elation. I existed for only
two purposes at that instant, one to suffer the untold agony, the other to adore
the stunningly beautiful clitoris of my sadistic tormentor.

On and on it went, and I lost myself completely in my ferocious agony, and my
fabulous pleasure at the task my tongue was given. I continually fucked my pain
filled cunt cock with the brutal needle, thrilling to each new piercing thrust.
My tongue worked devotedly, and tenderly at its sacred task, and my back ached
furiously while I maintained the contorted posture required. But all this was
soon the furthermost from my consciousness. All of my being was now concentrated
on giving the fabulous Dominatrix, who treated me so deliciously cruelly, the
most exquisite pleasure immaginable.

Her full beautiful thighs began to quiver as her orgasm approached. She sighed
and squealed, almost silently, while my eternally submissive tongue drove her
closer and closer to her climactic explosion. Then it happened. The Mistress's
swollen clitoris contracted wildly, and she shrieked in ecstasy while her orgasm
shattered her. Her divine pussy poured with her sacred essence, which dripped
down onto my face to join my tears. I continued to delicately tease the flexing
clitoral shaft the whole time that she came. My heart pounded with happiness at
having given this cruel Dominatrix so much pleasure, and soared to new levels of
rapture when she dropped her hips slightly, and ground her flowing font into my
face and allowed me to suck her flooded sex dry.

As soon as the Mistress climaxed I drove my hips forward for the last time, and
held them steady with the needle fully buried in my suffering cunt slug while
her orgasm ran its full course. I only allowed my hips to drop back down, and my
body to hang, after my devoted mouth had sucked up every drop of the Domatrix's
sexual elixir, and she had removed her crotch from my face.

It took both of us a few minutes to recover, the Mistress from the sheer
intensity of her orgasm, and me from my horrendous suffering. The needles that
held the base of my now limp cunt cock were quickly withdrawn, and my bonds
removed. When I was once again kneeling at the Mistress's feet, kissing her toes
in complete submission, the sheer horror of my ordeal finally hit me. I was in
masochistic heaven, and prayed that I would be called upon to serve this
Mistress, in this way, again soon.

The Mistress, after receiving my submission, took her cloak from one of her own
slaves, and quickly donned it. She gazed down at me with tenderness, and said,
"My sluts could learn a lot from you, sweet bitch! I look forward to the next
time we meet, but now it's time for us to go." With that she, and her slaves,
left the room. Almost as soon as they had left, two of Mistress's older female
slaves swept into the room. It became obvious that Mistress had been monitoring
my performance. One of them cradled my head and shoulders against her soft tits,
while the other tenderly treated my mangled cunt and twat slug, treating them
with soothing balms, and healing creams.

A few minutes later Mistress entered the room. "I'm so pleased with you, little
bitch!" She declared, and swept her long leather skirt aside to bare her
glorious bottom. She straddled my face and allowed me to slip it into the warm,
fleshy chasm between those gorgeous mounds. I pressed my lips to her sacred anal
ring and kissed and licked it devotedly. "Oh, yes!" She sighed, "I'm so pleased
that I shall give you a reward." She breathed, then moved her hips forward, and
allowed me to bury my adoring face into the hot, moist folds of her divine sex.

"Suck, little bitch!" She sighed. "Suck to your heart's content. You deserve to
be the slave to drain my font dry after your delightful performance today!" I
basked in the joy that flooded my soul at being so praised by my stunning owner,
and I sucked the sweet juices from her divine pussy in utter happiness. Mistress
allowed me to suck her for the entire time that it took the slave to treat my
own battered cunt, and I enjoyed every second of it. She came and came,
obviously extremely aroused by what had befallen me. I just reveled in the
submissive rapture of a masochist who had suffered so horendously, for her
Mistress's gratification, and was receiving her just, and well earned reward.