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She is Lady Anna Misty, Domina and Kinky Queen, but tonight she is Slave Anna, Sex Sluts, and she is wearing sheer silk stockings, suspenders, and high heeled boots. She wears a tight corset, which enhances her waist and lifts, but does not cover, her breasts. Over this she wears a silk blouse, loosely buttoned to expose her cleavage, and a tight leather skirt, which stops above her knees.
I am her master and I fit a clamp to each nipple, joined by fine silver chain. The clamps are obscured by the blouse, but visible to anyone paying close attention. I fasten a strong leather collar round her neck, and she pulls on a long leather coat.
The clamps bit hard into her nipples, but she is easily able to endure the pain. I am wearing tight leather jeans, black riding boots, and a loose white shirt. I also wear a long leather coat.
Together we walk to a local bar. I sit while she fetches the drinks. In London this is unusual, and attracts some stares as she carries the drinks to their table. Her cheeks burn as she feels the shame of acting like a servant, something that is not common in London.
We sit and discuss the day. She tells me what she has achieved, and admits to the small failures that will result in her punishments later. The clamps are still tight on her nipples, not easily seen by others. But she knows now that the real pain will come when they are removed!
We drink a little more. After about fifteen minutes, I tell her to remove the clamps. I expect her to do this discretely, but in public view. She slips her hand into her blouse and releases the first clamp. She bites her tongue as pain shoots through her breast. She dare not cry out, as it would attract attention. She carefully removes the other clamp and places them on the table. She would like to rub and massage her nipples, to ease the pain. But it is not permitted.
After a few minutes, as the pain eases, I reach over and, in full view of the other customers, squeeze first one breast and then the other. I allow my thumb to rub each nipple in turn. This only makes them stiffen with the sweet sensation of remembered pain.
We are nearly finished with the drinks, ready to leave and return home. But first she must be further exposed. I take from my pocket two long cable ties. She stands before me, her back to the room, and I open her blouse to expose her breasts. Some of the other men notice and stare, but I ignore them. Around each breast I fit a cable tie and pull it tight. She gasps with pain as each one bites, but she dare not cry out or complain. Now her breasts bulge like two little turtles on her chest. I refasten the blouse but it hardly hides her protruding breasts, the nipples hard with excitement. I turn her round. The men are staring at her now, but she looks down at the floor in humiliation. I pull her arms behind her and fit a long single glove that covers both arms. With deft fingers the glove is swiftly fitted and now she is trapped, unable to resist. She looks up at the woman serving behind the bar. Lady Anna Misty has come often to this bar, and the woman smiles slightly. Perhaps she wishes it were her receiving this treatment?
Now we are ready to go. I reach up and clip a dog lead to her collar. I throw her coat across her shoulders and lead her out. Several of the men snigger and whisper lewd comments. As I open the door to usher her through, she turns to the woman at the bar again, as if to plead for help. The woman frowns and says, "Goodbye Anna Misty, you slut!"
We hurry through the quiet streets. I pull on her lead, but she is wearing six inch heels and a tight skirt. She takes tiny steps, her ass wiggling, as she tries to keep up, tries not to fall. Her shoulders ache from being pulled back, her breasts are sore and protrude through the open coat. She is so excited that her cunt is wet and slippery. If she were wearing panties they would be soaking wet, but I do not permit panties in public. She prays that they will not meet anyone she knows, and for once she is lucky.
We get inside and remove our coats. She stands silent and waiting as I remove my shirt. I strip off her skirt and blouse, exposing her, and place a thick rubber gag into her willing mouth, "Now then, Slave Anna, we don't want your screams to disturb the neighbours." The rubber is hard and cold against her tongue. But then it inflates and soon it fills her mouth with its taste and smell. She cannot speak, cannot breathe, cannot even swallow. Her saliva begins to drool from her lips onto her breasts. I pull her hair back to fit a tight leather hood over her head. It covers her eyes and ears. Now she has only touch, taste and smell. No sight or sound to help her respond to my demands. She feels a tug as I fasten a chain to her wrists and pull it tighter. It lifts her hands and twists her shoulders up. She gasps in pain into the gag, but no sound escapes.
Now she is held, upright, legs apart for balance, ankles straining, shoulders taught, breasts exposed. her cunt is wet and I run my fingers across her soft lips, rubbing her little button clit, tugging slightly at the steel ring that pierces her flesh there. She shudders with painful pleasure.
I withdraw and she waits, in silence. After a few teasing minutes she feels something stroking her breasts. They are swollen and blueish, the blood trapped by the tight plastic ties. She suddenly twists against her bounds in terror as she realises what is to come. The slim hard bamboo cane swishes and smacks into her tightly held breasts. The pain floods her body, she bucks against the restraint, her knees buckle. But she cannot escape, if she falls she will dislocate both shoulders. She shudders and holds still. She cannot imagine a worse pain. Until the second stroke, that is worse than the first. She cannot see, but she can feel the red weals form on her breasts. A tiny drop of red blood sparkles and slides down her white flesh. But she does not see it, cannot feel it, because she is cumming, the first of many orgasms. As she squirts and shudders with pleasure two more strokes fall, each as painful as the last. She recovers herself and stands, her thighs wet, her drool running down her chin, her tears leaking from under the mask. She takes the last two strokes like the strong little bondage slut that she is.
There is a pause and I fondle her cunt, wetting my hand, tasting her juices, encouraging her pleasure.
Then the chain is released and she falls forward into strong arms. I hold her upright as I remove the glove and then I lift her and bodily carry her, lowering her onto her back into the sling. It supports her tightly squeezed waist, supports her damp thighs, and her aching shoulders. Her arms are pulled up and out as I fit wrist restraints. Then her ankles are also tied, spreading her legs to receive....whatever I decide. She is helpless once more. She gasps with relief as I remove the gag and gulps at the air. But suddenly she feels something more thrilling, more challenging. Her head is pulled backwards and a thick cock slides into her mouth. Before she can resist it slips down her open throat and she gags on its thick shaft, the head making her throat bulge. His balls smother her nostrils and for long seconds she is suffocated, until at last he withdraws. She knows at once, this is not her master's cock. They are not alone! How many others are there? Are these the men from the bar? She doesn't know his name, doesn't know his face, doesn't even know his race, but now the thick cock is thrusting into her mouth. She works with her tongue, pushing her piercing against his moving head, licking and slurping at it.
At the other end she feels strong hands lifting her hips, yes master, she thinks, fuck me, make me cum again. But she is startled when she feels the probing tip of a hard cock press against her tight little arse. The smooth slippery cock penetrates her rosebud easily and pushes into her soft bowels. She writhes with discomfort, but quickly settles as the thrusting continues from each end. Another little orgasm swells in her belly and she shivers with pleasure. Then, she starts to lift and fall in time as each cock moves with more urgency. She feels the man at her head stiffen and thrust down her throat. His hot seed pumps into her stomach, she doesn't even need to swallow it! He withdraws and she catches her breath. At the same time the cock in her arse withdraws. Has he finished? Did she feel it? Then she feels the familiar hard rubber butt plug slide into place. It swiftly inflates and now she is full, more full than anyone can imagine, her bowels pressing up against the inside of her cunt, making it tighter than ever.
She smells the soft perfume of a woman. Is there also a woman here? Her face is suddenly filled with the woman's heady musk, a sweet, soft, cunt lowered over her mouth. She licks and kisses at the soft wet flesh. She tastes the juices, so sweet and salty, but something else as well. She sucks and is rewarded with thick, sticky, semen. She knows this taste, she knows it at once. This is her masters cum! He has taken his pleasure with this woman and now she is cleaning up with her mouth. She accepts her role as a willing slave. She will serve her master as he pleases, for his pleasure. The woman is rocking, rubbing herself on Slave Anna's face, as between her legs she feels what she needs, at last, in her cunt. A cock slides into her wet hole. She is so wet that there is no hesitation, almost no friction. The butt plug fills her arse and the cock fills her cunt. Surely this is her master, she knows his cock even without seeing it. Now the woman on her face is rocking and rubbing, her hands clamped on Anna's tormented breasts, tugging at the sensitive nipples, sending electric shocks of pain through Anna's body. She convulses as the final orgasm sweeps through, starting in the fire in her belly and spreading to her fingertips, and then the woman also cums, spurting in Anna's mouth. She gulps and swallows, letting it spill down her cheeks and chin. The woman steps away, and the cock pounding at her cunt suddenly withdraws. She is empty, alone for a brief moment, and then the cock is at her wet mouth, flooding it with hot cum. She swirls it round her mouth, tasting it, enjoying it, drinking it down. This is her master, and she is his grateful slave. He finishes and through the last sticky mouthful she splutters her thanks, "Thank you master, your Slave Anna thanks you."
She falls back exhausted as the butt plug is removed from her slippery arse. I slip off the hood but she cannot open her eyes, the light is too bright. I whisper in her ear, "Happy slave?" and all she can do is nod.
I am her master and I fit a clamp to each nipple, joined by fine silver chain. The clamps are obscured by the blouse, but visible to anyone paying close attention. I fasten a strong leather collar round her neck, and she pulls on a long leather coat.
The clamps bit hard into her nipples, but she is easily able to endure the pain. I am wearing tight leather jeans, black riding boots, and a loose white shirt. I also wear a long leather coat.
Together we walk to a local bar. I sit while she fetches the drinks. In London this is unusual, and attracts some stares as she carries the drinks to their table. Her cheeks burn as she feels the shame of acting like a servant, something that is not common in London.
We sit and discuss the day. She tells me what she has achieved, and admits to the small failures that will result in her punishments later. The clamps are still tight on her nipples, not easily seen by others. But she knows now that the real pain will come when they are removed!
We drink a little more. After about fifteen minutes, I tell her to remove the clamps. I expect her to do this discretely, but in public view. She slips her hand into her blouse and releases the first clamp. She bites her tongue as pain shoots through her breast. She dare not cry out, as it would attract attention. She carefully removes the other clamp and places them on the table. She would like to rub and massage her nipples, to ease the pain. But it is not permitted.
After a few minutes, as the pain eases, I reach over and, in full view of the other customers, squeeze first one breast and then the other. I allow my thumb to rub each nipple in turn. This only makes them stiffen with the sweet sensation of remembered pain.
We are nearly finished with the drinks, ready to leave and return home. But first she must be further exposed. I take from my pocket two long cable ties. She stands before me, her back to the room, and I open her blouse to expose her breasts. Some of the other men notice and stare, but I ignore them. Around each breast I fit a cable tie and pull it tight. She gasps with pain as each one bites, but she dare not cry out or complain. Now her breasts bulge like two little turtles on her chest. I refasten the blouse but it hardly hides her protruding breasts, the nipples hard with excitement. I turn her round. The men are staring at her now, but she looks down at the floor in humiliation. I pull her arms behind her and fit a long single glove that covers both arms. With deft fingers the glove is swiftly fitted and now she is trapped, unable to resist. She looks up at the woman serving behind the bar. Lady Anna Misty has come often to this bar, and the woman smiles slightly. Perhaps she wishes it were her receiving this treatment?
Now we are ready to go. I reach up and clip a dog lead to her collar. I throw her coat across her shoulders and lead her out. Several of the men snigger and whisper lewd comments. As I open the door to usher her through, she turns to the woman at the bar again, as if to plead for help. The woman frowns and says, "Goodbye Anna Misty, you slut!"
We hurry through the quiet streets. I pull on her lead, but she is wearing six inch heels and a tight skirt. She takes tiny steps, her ass wiggling, as she tries to keep up, tries not to fall. Her shoulders ache from being pulled back, her breasts are sore and protrude through the open coat. She is so excited that her cunt is wet and slippery. If she were wearing panties they would be soaking wet, but I do not permit panties in public. She prays that they will not meet anyone she knows, and for once she is lucky.
We get inside and remove our coats. She stands silent and waiting as I remove my shirt. I strip off her skirt and blouse, exposing her, and place a thick rubber gag into her willing mouth, "Now then, Slave Anna, we don't want your screams to disturb the neighbours." The rubber is hard and cold against her tongue. But then it inflates and soon it fills her mouth with its taste and smell. She cannot speak, cannot breathe, cannot even swallow. Her saliva begins to drool from her lips onto her breasts. I pull her hair back to fit a tight leather hood over her head. It covers her eyes and ears. Now she has only touch, taste and smell. No sight or sound to help her respond to my demands. She feels a tug as I fasten a chain to her wrists and pull it tighter. It lifts her hands and twists her shoulders up. She gasps in pain into the gag, but no sound escapes.
Now she is held, upright, legs apart for balance, ankles straining, shoulders taught, breasts exposed. her cunt is wet and I run my fingers across her soft lips, rubbing her little button clit, tugging slightly at the steel ring that pierces her flesh there. She shudders with painful pleasure.
I withdraw and she waits, in silence. After a few teasing minutes she feels something stroking her breasts. They are swollen and blueish, the blood trapped by the tight plastic ties. She suddenly twists against her bounds in terror as she realises what is to come. The slim hard bamboo cane swishes and smacks into her tightly held breasts. The pain floods her body, she bucks against the restraint, her knees buckle. But she cannot escape, if she falls she will dislocate both shoulders. She shudders and holds still. She cannot imagine a worse pain. Until the second stroke, that is worse than the first. She cannot see, but she can feel the red weals form on her breasts. A tiny drop of red blood sparkles and slides down her white flesh. But she does not see it, cannot feel it, because she is cumming, the first of many orgasms. As she squirts and shudders with pleasure two more strokes fall, each as painful as the last. She recovers herself and stands, her thighs wet, her drool running down her chin, her tears leaking from under the mask. She takes the last two strokes like the strong little bondage slut that she is.
There is a pause and I fondle her cunt, wetting my hand, tasting her juices, encouraging her pleasure.
Then the chain is released and she falls forward into strong arms. I hold her upright as I remove the glove and then I lift her and bodily carry her, lowering her onto her back into the sling. It supports her tightly squeezed waist, supports her damp thighs, and her aching shoulders. Her arms are pulled up and out as I fit wrist restraints. Then her ankles are also tied, spreading her legs to receive....whatever I decide. She is helpless once more. She gasps with relief as I remove the gag and gulps at the air. But suddenly she feels something more thrilling, more challenging. Her head is pulled backwards and a thick cock slides into her mouth. Before she can resist it slips down her open throat and she gags on its thick shaft, the head making her throat bulge. His balls smother her nostrils and for long seconds she is suffocated, until at last he withdraws. She knows at once, this is not her master's cock. They are not alone! How many others are there? Are these the men from the bar? She doesn't know his name, doesn't know his face, doesn't even know his race, but now the thick cock is thrusting into her mouth. She works with her tongue, pushing her piercing against his moving head, licking and slurping at it.
At the other end she feels strong hands lifting her hips, yes master, she thinks, fuck me, make me cum again. But she is startled when she feels the probing tip of a hard cock press against her tight little arse. The smooth slippery cock penetrates her rosebud easily and pushes into her soft bowels. She writhes with discomfort, but quickly settles as the thrusting continues from each end. Another little orgasm swells in her belly and she shivers with pleasure. Then, she starts to lift and fall in time as each cock moves with more urgency. She feels the man at her head stiffen and thrust down her throat. His hot seed pumps into her stomach, she doesn't even need to swallow it! He withdraws and she catches her breath. At the same time the cock in her arse withdraws. Has he finished? Did she feel it? Then she feels the familiar hard rubber butt plug slide into place. It swiftly inflates and now she is full, more full than anyone can imagine, her bowels pressing up against the inside of her cunt, making it tighter than ever.
She smells the soft perfume of a woman. Is there also a woman here? Her face is suddenly filled with the woman's heady musk, a sweet, soft, cunt lowered over her mouth. She licks and kisses at the soft wet flesh. She tastes the juices, so sweet and salty, but something else as well. She sucks and is rewarded with thick, sticky, semen. She knows this taste, she knows it at once. This is her masters cum! He has taken his pleasure with this woman and now she is cleaning up with her mouth. She accepts her role as a willing slave. She will serve her master as he pleases, for his pleasure. The woman is rocking, rubbing herself on Slave Anna's face, as between her legs she feels what she needs, at last, in her cunt. A cock slides into her wet hole. She is so wet that there is no hesitation, almost no friction. The butt plug fills her arse and the cock fills her cunt. Surely this is her master, she knows his cock even without seeing it. Now the woman on her face is rocking and rubbing, her hands clamped on Anna's tormented breasts, tugging at the sensitive nipples, sending electric shocks of pain through Anna's body. She convulses as the final orgasm sweeps through, starting in the fire in her belly and spreading to her fingertips, and then the woman also cums, spurting in Anna's mouth. She gulps and swallows, letting it spill down her cheeks and chin. The woman steps away, and the cock pounding at her cunt suddenly withdraws. She is empty, alone for a brief moment, and then the cock is at her wet mouth, flooding it with hot cum. She swirls it round her mouth, tasting it, enjoying it, drinking it down. This is her master, and she is his grateful slave. He finishes and through the last sticky mouthful she splutters her thanks, "Thank you master, your Slave Anna thanks you."
She falls back exhausted as the butt plug is removed from her slippery arse. I slip off the hood but she cannot open her eyes, the light is too bright. I whisper in her ear, "Happy slave?" and all she can do is nod.
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