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Your eyes pop open almost in a startled manor, as the morning light cascades into the room, it’s blinding, forcing your eyes to squint. You look around the room trying to figure out what the hell is going on, you wipe the sleep from your eyes. Finally it dawns on you that you aren’t tied up anymore. Your clothes are different as well; you are wearing silken pajamas with a cheetah pattern. Was it a dream? You can’t help but wonder as you slowly lift yourself from the bed looking for any evidence of the prior night’s events.
That’s when you see it, a little black envelope on the top of the dresser. You slink up to the dresser as if sneaking up on it afraid it’s going to bite you; the front of the envelope has delicate gold lettering on it with your master’s name. The back has an old fashion wax stamp that has been cracked open. Gently you open the envelope and look at the small folded piece of paper inside. The thoughts flood your mind, should you open it? Did he leave it here knowing you would find it? Is this another one of his sick little games? The paper reads:
You are cruelly invited to attend The Slave Trainers Awards and Auction. To be held in New York City on September 25th 2009 at a private location to be disclosed upon receiving your r.s.v.p. via the enclosed card please indicate if you would like to participate in the auction or have a slave to be auctioned.
But the card is missing you look franticly around the floor did you drop it? Then it hits you like a ton of bricks the 25th is one days away! He hasn’t mentioned leaving you home to go out of town? Is he taking you with him? Carefully you insert the invitation back into the envelope and place it gently back on the dresser. Your mind is reeling could he be selling you? Some strange master will be buying you could they be worse than him! You find it hard to imagine that there is anyone more brutal or more callous then him. You slump back onto the bed feeling dread wash over you, what had you done that was so wrong? What’s going to happen to you?
You are so involved in your thoughts of worry and regret that you don’t even hear him enter the room. Suddenly you hear a ting by the dresser and jump startled looking around the room to see him standing there, he glances up in the mirror and smiles devilishly, “So my dear, you have issues with being left alone. Guess what your punishment for today is.” as he pulls a length of rope from the dresser.
“You’re going to hang out in here all day seems how you passed out before I was done last night.” He begins to walk towards you with a smug look on his face. You can hear his heals click as he walks across the hard wood floor, it’s almost in rhythm with your heart beat that is growing louder in your chest with every step.
Calmly he reaches for your wrist, gently sliding a leather cuff around it and securing it, and then proceeds to do the same to your other wrist. You know there is something funny, he’s being too nice, to gentle, almost caring. Quickly he loops the rope through the D rings; almost immediately the good natured attitude is gone he stands quickly and loops the rope over the hook in the ceiling pulling the rope hard enough to jerk you to your feet in one fluid motion. You stand there stretching to reach the ceiling, arms above your head, toes pushing with all their might to help you reach as he ties off the rope on the wall. The confusion is overwhelming, how can his moods switch so quickly? Which mood was he faking? You catch a glance of another rope just before he ties it around your waist. That one is also run to the ceiling and brought down to your legs. You quickly realize what is happening when he bends your leg up and begins tying it up as well. He’s going to suspend you from the ceiling like a porno piñata and leave you there to “hang out” you can’t help but tremble with fear as he pulls your second leg up and you begin to swing freely. Once he has finished with the last knot on your leg he steps back a couple of feet to admire his handy work. At this point the tears are flowing like small waterfalls and you can’t help but to sniffle. You can see the annoyed look on his face as he turns to the dresser once again producing a ball gag and a small black bag. He forces the ball gag in your mouth securing it tighter than necessary; you look past him to see yourself in the mirror hanging there shamefully, which only makes you weep even harder. How could he be doing this to you? Unfortunately this is the last image you see as he slips the black silk bag over your face, pulling it tight in the back so your eyes are totally covered but leaving your nose and mouth free of the bag. You can hear him snicker evilly as he begins to walk away but not without giving you a light push to send you swinging and turning uncontrollably.
You feel his hand grasp your shoulder firmly, stopping your light movements all at once. You can hear a clicking sound coming from the same direction as the hand that just stopped you. Suddenly you feel it, the cold steel of a straight razor gliding over the bare skin at your throat. He whispers, “I wouldn’t struggle if I were you, this is more than sharp enough to cut you.”
Then he proceeds to slide it down your chest cutting the stitches that hold the buttons on your shirt, can hear them bouncing across the floor. Once he snips the last one your bare breasts burst out from the folds çekmeköy escort of useless fabric. You can hear that menacing cackle of his, as you realize he’s not content. You feel the razor slipping down to your waist, his other hand lifting the elastic so the blade can destroy it. Before long he has managed to cut you clothing completely off of you, with the last stroke of the knife, your body trembles not knowing if it’s safe or still in danger. Your body feels heavy and your brain is tired, and scared. Once again you sink into the darkness of your mind, swallowed by doubt and regret. You can’t help but remember a few days ago when Lilone was bathing you. The lustful evenings in the basement full of pleasure and pain. Yet the feeling of security and trust knowing you would never come to any permanent harm. As you quietly imagine the soft caresses of Lilone and the overwhelming desire to please your master, you can’t help it the longing has grasped your heart and you begin to dream about your pleasure with Lilone. You can almost feel Lilone’s tongue lapping at your freshly shaven mound, and the feel of a stinging flogger caressing your ass in a light rhythm. The smell of the lust in the air and the sweat of your bodies colliding in a slippery and salty sensation on your tongue, the memory it’s self is almost orgasmic.
“Well my dear! Aren’t you just the wonderful little slut?” his voice thunders around the room. You can hear him walking around you and occasionally feel his hand brush lightly across your skin then disappear again.
“What were you thinking about to get over your little fear? Hmm? I know you weren’t thinking of me. Be honest my little slut.” And with that he pulls the ball gag from your mouth and places your cheeks in his hand squishing them together like a child. The room fills with your light whimpers and sniffles as you try to clear up the crying that has begun once more.
Your voice almost seems foreign to your own ears, “I dunno Sir.”
“You don’t know what you were thinking about… well I don’t believe you, you lying little slut! Your evil little slit gives you away.” He immediately forces 3 fingers into your un-expecting pussy.
“See my dear nice and wet, looks like you have a very strong imagination! Unfortunately for me if you are going to lie to me like this then I will never get what I wanted for you at the auction. No self respecting master will want to pay good money for a lying little whore like you. I will probably have to pay them to take your insolent little ass.” You can hear the rage in his voice and you know that pain is coming somewhere.
His fingers are still in you lightly pumping side to side forcing you to twirl as you hang there but the sensation is good it feels amazing. You can feel your nipples getting hard with the cool air slipping past them. He begins to fling you around more never letting you come off his hand, but much harder so you can’t keep a sense of direction, you can feel you blood boiling as you near your orgasm. Your breath quickens, you can feel it coming as you take a deep gasp you feel something being shoved in your mouth, instinctively you begin working your tongue and throat as well as you can begging for your own release, not knowing what the hell is going on but it feels wonderful finally you have no choice your muscles clench and you feel the wave of electricity splash over you. You let out a moan that simulates your pleasure and you feel the cock in your mouth gush its hot seed into your mouth coating your throat. You can’t help but keep going it’s to amazing to stop, the cum is leaking out the corners of your mouth and you are begging for more. You can feel you pussy throbbing in ecstasy as another little shock floods your senses. Slowly he withdraws his fingers allowing you a few more moments on his cock in your mouth before depriving you of that too. As you hear him getting himself in order you feel his hot breath against your neck as he whispers, “sleep well hanging her in the morning we are off to the auction.” The only noise you hear after that is the sound of the door closing. Once again you are left in the darkness alone with your thoughts; however the salty taste in your throat reminds you of an unexpected pleasure, and the fatigue you feel makes sleep easy to grasp.
You are suddenly shocked awake swinging furiously, his evil laugh filling the room. You still can’t see, and besides knowing which way down is you have no idea what direction is what. You hear his gruff tone, “One.” Then you feel it, a sharp pain on your naked buttocks the slap echoes through the room.
But it wasn’t his hand… again you hear him, “Two.” This time it has a more familiar sound, snap. It’s a flogger… you can feel the individual stinging of the falls.
“Three.” His voice sounds very angry; you clinch your teeth in expectation of the pain. The snap fills the room this time it really hurts. You can’t help but to whimper in pain, you can feel the welts swelling, and burning.
“Four.” You bear down knowing that he is trying to make you cry. This swing isn’t on your ass, but across your breasts, in shock you recoil what you can only to remember that you are strung up you’re a piece of meat in a butcher shop. You can feel your nipples begin to burn.
“Five.” This time his voice sounds almost like he’s smiling. Again it hits hard cevizli escort across your breasts those too are beginning to swell. That one extracts a yell from you though you didn’t realize the sound was your own.
Then you hear his voice, that thundering growl, “Oh, did that hurt? Poor baby. Lying little slut. Do you still wish to lie to me about what you were thinking?”
The tears are falling in cascades now as all you can do is lightly mutter, “I was remembering my trainer and his. Sir.”
“Him? And his? Really… well that’s not a very appropriate thing to be thinking of when you master is speaking or even with you!” You can hear the rage in his voice, it has only gotten worse, and what were you thinking telling him that? You immediately begin crying again; load sorrow filled sobs fill the room as you anticipate the repercussions for your honesty. The next sounds you hear are a shock to you, the footsteps then the slam of the door. Your body goes limp, throbbing and begging to me untied. Though you know there is no one to save you from this vicious man. This master you loved so dear, before you knew what it was to have a master that cared. As you begin to fall asleep your memory retrieves a glimpse of Lilone, her smile, and voice. You can’t help but to smile as you beg your mind to dream about her, and her’s. The following morning comes to no avail as he walks in the room and begins untying you before even waking you first; you wake to the sensation of falling as your leg hits the floor. Your muscles are stiff and hard to move; even the lightest of movement causes excruciating pain.
“Nice to see you are stiff my little slut, I was counting on it for a quiet ride this morning.” His voice as gruff as ever, while relentlessly untying your other limbs. Finally you feel the full weight of your body on your legs and collapse onto the bed in agony.
He throws some cloths at you and murmurs “get dressed and come to the car.” Before you can even process what he said he’s gone. Working against the pain you quickly get dressed and open the door, the hallway is barely lit by the new sun. The door down the hall is standing open, quietly you move down the hall, the décor is bland almost lifeless as it was just an empty shell of a home. Solid white walls, no pictures nothing. You can hear the faint song of birds chirping outside. As you crest the door you hear a horn blow and jump startled. Quickly you lower your head and walk to the car, getting in the back seat you slink down as if a small child going to the dentist for the first time. He says nothing only starts the car and pulls out.
The car ride seams to take forever, and it continues quiet, until finally about mid-day you pull up to a large hotel. The outside is very elegant, large pillars, gold leaf work and etched glass doors. Even the valet that practically pulled you out of the car was dressed in a suit. Your master whispers, “Follow me, eyes down, and stay close.”
He walks past you and proceeds to the door. The doorman opens the door without a word. As you walk in you notice the lobby is huge no wonder he said stay close. Gold and crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling everywhere, people in suits walking at a fast pace like they’re all late. The marble floor shines like freshly polished glass. Your master quickly pushes his way to the front desk, as you catch up to him he turns to the elevators and takes off again. You reach the elevators and the door opens almost immediately. The attendant inside asks what floor and pushes the button. Still your master is silent, as the doors open on the fourth floor your master eagerly walks out, you right on his heels.
The elegant lights line the hall as you walk down it, occasionally passing fascinating pictures hung along the walls. You begin noticing room numbers to your right, 423, 421, and 419.
“What was it the lady at the desk said?” Your mind begins to replay the moment searching for the answer to your own question. “4…03, 405?” you can’t remember occasionally he glances back at you as if making sure you are still there, but where would you go? Suddenly he stops, the door he is in front of is not extravagant at all, a simple white, yet large brass numbers are hung dead center “403.” You can feel your heart in your throat as he reaches to knock on the door.
“Why is he knocking?” you ask yourself carefully not to make a sound. As his knuckles hit the door the sound echoes back and forth and seemingly around you.
The door opens ever so slightly exposing only half of a face; it is an Asian woman, from what you can see in her early 50’s though very attractive. She pulls the door open the rest of the way, while stepping into the door way, as to not let the smallest breath of air past her shoulders. Her silky black hair hung gently over her shoulder and partially over her breast, well were her breast would be if she had been naked. Her almond shaped, green eyes seemed to glisten even in the little shadow as she glanced carefully from him to you and back.
Her voice floats on the air, as harshly as a feather, “Yes, Sir? How may I help you?”
Without any notice he reaches back grasping at your shoulder, and thrusts you forward, “She is here for boarding.” His voice not a gentle tone, however it’s not the commanding voice that he used on you the last couple of days. You look erenköy escort down in shame as you finally realize that he isn’t even keeping you until you are sold. She smiles graciously and with a slight curtsy reaches for your hand.
Softly her hand slides into yours. You can feel the warmth of her fingers as they glide over your palm, before coming to rest palm to palm with yours. Shyly you look up slowly looking her over, silently comparing this Asian beauty to her. Slowly she steps back almost as if allowing you to take her all in at once.
A thunderous “crack” echoes through the halls as a blast of pain gushes over you, and you realize that you are on the floor. You quickly look up to see the once beautiful lady grimace at the sight of you being hit in such a manor. She kneels down to you silently making eye contact to ensure you are alright. Once she is satisfied that you are she stands again pulling you to your feet with her. Steps to the left half a step and gestures for you to go in, silently you do. There are no more words exchanged the door closes behind you. Your eyes somewhat blurry and the room is dark. You dare not journey any farther than you have been pushed. You can smell the light aroma of incents, and something else it’s familiar, but you can’t place it at the moment. Her arms wrap around your soft skin caressing you, holding you, protecting you.
Again you hear that angelic voice, “Ginger, Jade, come help our new arrival get herself situated. Get her in a bath, and dressed for bed. She has had a long day. And tomorrow will be even longer.” You can feel the exhaustion crushing you like a million tons on every muscle in your body yet you feel almost independent for a second, free from his terror. You can see two silhouettes moving across the room but can’t make out much more than their delicate female shapes and their long, flowing hair. As the women make their way around the room, they walk up on each side of you, in the faint light you still can’t make out much of them. As they both interlock their arms with one of yours, you can feel them begin to pull you in a single direction. Slowly you step forwards unsure of your footing and of your destination. You can feel their smooth skin against yours and the gentleness in their manor you feel comfortable.
You stop abruptly as the one on the right lets go of your arm, a soft Asian voice whispers, “Watch your eyes Hun.” And suddenly the light is blinding right in front of you, you squint and turn away covering your eyes with your free arm trying to save them from the light. You can feel yourself being pulled towards the light and slowly you move your arm allowing small amounts of light in at a time begging your eyes to adjust.
As your eyes begin to focus your blur of white slowly takes shape and you find yourself in a lavish bathroom. You are standing in front of a large vanity mirror with small round lights running up both sides from the counter top and across the top brass fixtures everywhere from the light switches to the faucet on the sink and large four claw porcelain tube. Quickly your focus moves to these two women in the bathroom with you. One is running bathwater, the other is slowly undressing you, and both are amazingly beautiful. The one drawing the bath has long black hair the color of the midnight sky, her skin has a kiss of tan yet you can’t find any noticeable tan lines.
Her voice is sweet to your ears and she looks at you and smiles, “I’m Ginger.” She is perched on the side of the tube looking back at you, you are speechless her beauty is mesmerizing, her almond shaped eyes, and pronounced cheek bones complement her voluptuous body. Her full breasts lift with every breath in an almost hypnotic rhythm.
The other woman you assume to be Jade has long wavy blonde hair; she’s tan as well her soft skin teases your senses as she presses up against your back while removing your bra. The white lace of your bra gently glides over your nipples, sending electricity thought your body. Immediately you feel your clit start to swell and tingle with a familiar ache. Jade gracefully moves around in front of you catching your eye from ginger, her breasts slipping along your arm as she does. Quickly you feel her breasts firmly against yours, pressing almost pushing you off balance, as you begin to shift your waist she moves slowly kneeling now in front of you lightly dragging her nipples down your stomach until you lose track once she hits your jeans. You follow her with your eyes watching in disbelief that a woman can seam this willingly sexual in nature and not be ashamed of it. Her hands slither up your legs from you calf to your belt, nimbly undoing it with easy. She wastes no time in unclasping your jeans. You feel her hands begin up your firm stomach, and sashaying between your breasts, before dropping back down to your unfastened jeans. Her hands slip inside them at your hips and begin gliding them down your thighs. You are almost embarrassed at how wet you have become in this little strip tease; you can feel your moisture on your thighs and the heat of your pussy in your stomach. Looking down you hope she doesn’t notice, still quiet she pauses at your calves looking up at you in an expecting manor as she caresses your left calf. Quickly you realize she is waiting for you to lift your foot, as you do she gently pulls the pant leg past your foot and moves to the other. Without hesitation you lift your leg again this time noticing that it’s not your eyes that she is peering at but your steaming mound glistening in its anticipation. You see a faint smile cross her lips as she finishes pulling the jeans from you.
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