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Ginger stood naked and tried to stop her legs from shaking as the Master walked around her, inspecting his potential slave. She was desperate to meet his approval. He looked her over, squeezed her firm breasts and pulled on her nipples to see how they reacted. She stifled a gasp as a little pain came from the pinch. She had to remain quiet, had to be a good slave if she wanted to feel the exquisite agony of pleasure she knew he could provide.
He looked her over again, noted her firm body and long legs. Her nipples had hardened after he had pinched them, that was good and she hadn’t made any sound. He still had to know one thing however.
“Open your legs, now!” he ordered in his stern voice.
Ginger did so without hesitation, her feet sliding over the cold tile floor until they were around eighteen inches apart. Without warning the Master slipped two fingers into her pussy. It was wet and hot, had been since she arrived here and was ordered to strip along with the other woman and had gotten even wetter and more aroused when she had felt the pain of having her nipples tugged. He seemed to approve.
“You, go!” he said to the blonde woman who stood to Ginger’s right, a feeling of relief came over her, it mixed with her nervousness and excitement and made her stomach do somersaults. He had chosen her, she was his to use.
Ever since she was 18-years-old Ginger had been submissive. Always more happy to take orders then to give them, follow someone else then take the lead. It was just how she was made. This feeling of desire to submit had seeped over into her sexual life too. When she was with a man she never initiated sex but never resisted someone’s advances either. She would do anything they asked of her without question, and as the requests had gotten more forceful and extreme with time the more she found she loved it.
In the six years since discovering how submissive she was she had done many things she knew others would have found degrading. At the request of a previous boyfriend she had stopped wearing underwear and allowed him to have her when and where he wanted, which included outdoors more then once while others watched. On another occasion she had, on request of another boyfriend, allowed herself to be used by a group of five men, they had fucked her for hours, each taking a turn to cum in her pussy or mouth or ass, cum on her face and breasts, in her hair. She had been used well that night and had loved every second of it.
There was much more, she liked to think of it all when she was alone. Think of all the times her anus had been abused by thick cocks, all the times cum had been splashed on her face, all the times he had gagged as a man would ram his hard meat a little too hard into her mouth, all the names she had been called as they fucked her… whore, slut, so many she had lost count and all the time that had happened she felt wonderful but inside felt something was missing, she loved submitting to the will of others, being used by them but she wasn’t yet complete.
It wasn’t until a year later she had found what had been missing, the thing that completed her as a sexual being. She was with a man called Tony at the time. He was older and experienced with submissive women like her. It was that experience which made her drawn to him, she was only 23-years-old then and he was 59-years old. The age gap didn’t matter to her, he could have been 90-years-old and she would still have let him have her body and she did feel a strange pleasure when he made her call him ‘daddy’
It was while he was using her for his pleasure one day that he had slapped her ass, hard, and an alarm bell had rung in her mind. The feeling of the pain was intense; the skin where his hand had connected throbbed and burned and yet all she could feel was pleasure. More then the feel of his wrinkled cock in her pussy it was the feeling of pleasure she got from the pain that made her cum harder then ever before that day.
The months after that first experience she had a whirlwind of pleasure for Ginger, Tony had spanked her remorselessly after she admitted how much she loved the pain he had inflicted on her, that had led to more extreme actions. He would use a spatula as a makeshift paddle, the plastic stung much more then his hand as it slapped down on her firm naked buttocks.
When she and Tony had gone their separate ways, Ginger knew what she needed in life now; the experiences of the last six years had taught her who she was. She was not just submissive to men and their desires, unable to say no to anything they told her to do, she also needed something more, the pain and humiliation of being spanked and used. It was who she was and would always be; now she needed to find someone who could give her the relationship she needed.
The search had led her to here, to her Master’s house. Now she was his, he had chosen her to be his slave, his command was now hers to fulfil. Whatever he ordered would be done without question or hesitation. She felt light headed with glee.
“On your knees” his voice was firm and strong.
Ginger got down quickly, the cold floor making her want to jump as more of her skin touched it. She didn’t look up at him, kept her eyes on the floor; it was something that she had been told by another submissive woman somewhere along her life’s path and it had served her well since her arrival here.
Her Master went over to the other side of the room and returned a moment later with a collar and a leash. This was how he took his slaves to the chamber, they were not permitted to walk there, they had to be led, they were going there for his pleasure not their own.
Ginger felt the collar wrap around her neck and be tied up at the back, the clasp was cold against her skin and the collar tight around her throat, she didn’t complain, just waited for her Master’s command.
Her Master clipped the leash onto the collar at the front and began to walk out of the room. For a moment Ginger thought about moving then realised her Master hadn’t told her to do so and remained still. It was a test, she was sure of it.
“Come along Slut Bunny” Her Master’s command was hers to obey and she quickly crawled on all fours to the door. She had been dubbed ‘Slut Bunny’ soon after her arrival at her Master’s house due to the way her long ginger hair, the reason for her original naming, had looked like long floppy ears and added with her little button nose her Master noted it made her look like a rabbit.
Ginger wasn’t her Master’s only slave, he had several, but he only used one at a time, making them line up for inspection where he would look over them and decide who would serve him that day. Ginger was always glad to be chosen; it made her feel special that he would pick her for his pleasure.
Her Master led her to the dungeon, the large room where all punishment and play was held. Ginger had been here many times, and not always for play. She had once let out an audible groan when she hadn’t been chosen by her Master one day which had earned her a whipping. Twenty lashes with the riding crop had left her buttocks raw and almost bleeding; she hadn’t been able to sit down properly for three days but had thanked her Master for his discipline afterwards. She had been a bad slave and was glad she had been punished for it.
“Stand”
Ginger stood and as always looked down at the floor, she wanted so desperately to look up at the man she worshiped, the man who with just a single spoken word could make her legs go weak with desire, but she was simply a slave, not an equal and slaves don’t look at their Master’s face unless told to, not in this house anyway.
The leash was unclipped and discarded, the collar, however, remained. It was tight and made breathing a little uncomfortable. She could feel her Master’s eyes roaming over her, taking in her form while he decided what he was to do with her, what form his pleasure would take. She felt her pussy grow hot with desire for him to use her.
Her Master took a moment to contemplate and then his decision was made. He moved Ginger towards the far end of the dungeon. As she walked she took note of all the various restraints, whips, vibrators, dildos, plugs and more that she had come to know and love in her time here.
They arrived at the destination and Ginger knew what he had decided instantly. She had seen the other slaves here but never been involved. Now she would experience it for the first time. Her stomach turned with excitement and a little fear.
Her Master reached up and pulled down two lengths of rope which ended in clasps. These he secured to Ginger’s wrists and once satisfied they were secure he pulled another rope and her arms were pulled up, her hands going up over her head but spread to each side as wide as her shoulders would allow, she was positioned like she were being nailed to a cross.
“Bend and spread your legs, now” her Master grabbed her hair and pushed her head down, a sudden pain flared in her shoulders as she bent at the waist, her ass stuck out and her arms held aloft at an odd angle.
Ginger wanted to whimper but held herself in check, her shoulder’s ached but the pain just added to her arousal as it always did. She could already feel her pussy burning with desire.
Her Master walked away and left Ginger alone for a moment. Her mind raced with thoughts of what was to come next, there was just so many things her Master could do to her now, so many different devices and toys he could use on her as she was helpless to resist.
Her thoughts were broken when he returned, she didn’t look up but heard a strange clicking sound, and it was the distinctive sound of metal snapping on metal. She recognised it right away and her heart raced.
Her Mater reached out with one strong hand and took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it away from her body stretching the skin and sending a wave of pain shooting from the nerves which made Ginger squirm involuntarily. She wanted to cry out, both in pain and pleasure but knew better. Her breasts hung down below her as her Master pulled the nipple a little more before he attached the nipple clamp. The metal slip was cold and dug into the sensitive nub that was her erect nipple. When her Master released it the clamp got tighter, squeezing hard, sending shockwaves through Ginger’s whole breast, it was exquisitely painful.
Another clamp was attached to her left nipple. This one felt even better then the first, her breasts now tingled as the nipples were pulled and squeezed between the metal clasps that her Master had attached, her shoulder were beginning to ache more but her pussy was on fire.
“Does my little Slut Bunny like how it feels for her nipples to be clamped?”
Ginger whimpered, she could feel herself almost dripping with arousal, her pussy wet and throbbing, she loved how it felt to be called Slut Bunny by him, its is what she was. Her nipples burned and hurt as the clamps dug in harder to her skin.
The air was suddenly filled with a loud crack, Ginger jumped and cried out despite herself, mostly from the shock, and then she felt the familiar burning begin on the right side of her ass. The sound had been the slapping of her Master’s palm on her supple ass cheek, the smack had been hard and powerful, she knew there must be a red hand print left by it, the pain flared once again as another slap came on the same spot, the burning pain spread to her crotch and only served to add to her need for release.
“You didn’t answer me Slut Bunny!” her Mater’s voice was fierce “I asked you a question!” his hand landed on the same spot again, the third strike by far the most painful yet, the tender skin now throbbing, Ginger could feel tears welling up in her eyes.
“Ye… yes Master” Ginger half sobbed as she felt the shame fill her. She couldn’t believe she had been so stupid.
“Oh, Slut Bunny, you are going to have to do better then that!” he hissed and Ginger lowered her head as she began to sob harder, it only served to make her shoulder hurt more as she was stretched by the ropes holding her upright.
“I’m… I’m so sorry Master…” she forced the words out “Please forgive your Slut Bunny”
There was silence from her Master. She felt like crying but managed to hold it to just gasped sobs, the tears falling from her cheeks but inside she felt such arousal she couldn’t believe it. She shame she felt and the pain from her shoulders, ass and nipples combining into a delicious blend.
“This time”
The words were like water to a man dying of thirst. Ginger felt her heart lift and a feeling of joy came over her. She felt a hand rubbing over her ass cheeks, caressing them and with each gliding movement getting closer to the crease that separated them. Once there she felt her cheeks get roughly spread exposing her little puckered asshole to the air.
Ginger tried to relax herself. She knew from past anal experiences that it was the only way for what was to come. She grit her teeth as soon as she felt the thick plug begin to enter her back passage. It stretched her asshole, her Master not being gentle while inserting it, the thick rubber forcing its way into the hole. Ginger felt herself ready to orgasm. Her nipples burned as the clamps dug into them and her ass cheek was still throbbing where she had been spanked hard.
“This time… I’ll make sure you’ll remember”
Her heart sank, and she knew that the spanking she had already received wasn’t the end of it. Seconds later another crack echoed in the room, she winced and whimpered as her Master’s hand smacked down on the other cheek now, and again, and again. Once more all three hits landing on the same spot, her skin burned and her arousal grew.
“Now… when you are asked a question you do what?”
Ginger sobbed from pain and humiliation, here she was, tied up and helpless, totally submissive to the desires of her Master. He could so as he pleased with her and it was that which made her so aroused she wanted to scream.
“I am to answer Master” she said
“Good… but to help you remember…”
Ginger cried out as the clamps on her nipples were twisted, the hard nubs turning and the pain racing all the way over her chest. Her Master smiled as he pulled the clamps a little harder, he enjoyed watching the pain on his subs face, it was more arousing to him then actually fucking them.
Ginger sobbed a little but held herself in check again as the clamps were finally allowed to return to their natural position. Her nipples were hurting worse then ever, the metal pinched them.
Her Master moved behind her once more. She lost sight of him but could hear clothes being removed. He was getting naked, it seemed her punishment was over and now he was to enjoy her. She felt her heart pounding as she anticipated his first touch.
It was a finger that first slid into her dripping pussy. She jumped at the sensation and almost came right then, she had been on the verge of an orgasm since she was first tied up and told to bend over, to present herself for him like a good little submissive slut.
The finger was removed and she felt something larger press into her pussy. It slid in with no effort, her juice was copious. Quickly Ginger realised it was a combo of two fingers; she felt them wiggle inside her and scratch the walls of her pussy with hard nails.
“Is my Slut Bunny enjoying all this? Enjoying having her filthy ass plugged and spanked, her nipples clamped? What are you?”
Ginger closed her eyes, she felt her face redden with the shame she always felt when she was forced to say what she is.
“I am a cock hungry Slut Bunny” she said and another smack on her already stinging ass cheek made her cry out and struggle against the rope holding her in place
“Try again! What are you?”
“I am YOUR cock hungry Slut Bunny” Ginger amended with a cry
Her Master didn’t speak or give any clue what was to come, the first Ginger knew of anything was when she felt his thick cock thrust into her wet pussy. The force made her jerk forwards but the ropes held her firm, a shooting pain crossed her shoulders and she cried out again, both in pleasure and pain as her Master’s cock began to hammer in and out of her pussy.
It wasn’t gentle or loving. He was using her body for his pleasure, his cock thrusting deep and hard into her pussy, he didn’t care about her pleasure just his own, she was being used and nothing more and it was driving her wild.
“You like that Slut Bunny? Like your Master’s cock deep in you?”
“Yes Master, oh so much!” Ginger felt the orgasm build; her whole body was on fire. She pulled against the ropes restraining her as she felt her Master’s thick cock slide deeply into her again before exiting and re-entering, the plug in her ass adding to the sensation of fullness.
Another slap of her ass made Ginger cry out, she felt her Master’s cock throb within her tight, wet pussy. He liked hearing her cry out, beg and whimper and he was making her do it more then she could ever remember.
Again Ginger felt the sin on her ass cheek burn as he delivered another slap. These were not hard, however, just enough to make her squirm and whimper with pleasure as her skin tingled, just enough to make her want to orgasm so badly she could cry.
“Master… may I please cum for you?” Ginger forced the words out while she groaned and shook, she had to use all her self control to hold back the orgasm and her Master was only making it harder as he thrust his cock back and forth within her.
“No, you filthy cum slut, you know the rules you may not cum before your master” with that he thrust hard and his cock sank fully into Ginger, rocking her forwards and sending a shooting pain along her shoulders as the ropes holding her upright strained to stop her falling forwards.
Ginger cried out as she felt herself stretched by her Master’s cock and the plug in her ass. She was desperate to cum, the orgasm was demanding a release, her pussy was on fire, electric shocks of pleasure shot up her spine and her brain swam with desire.
Her Master smiled as he felt the agony in Ginger. He loved having such power of her, it made him even more aroused and he was going to push it for as long as he could. He began to reach around with one hand and found the hard little nub that was Ginger’s clit, once he had located it he began to rub it with his finger. Ginger screamed and he felt her pussy clench onto his cock as she desperately tried to hold off the orgasm he knew she was so desperate to experience.
“You are such a Cum Slut Bunny, aren’t you!” he snapped as he rubbed Ginger’s clit harder and thrust his cock deeply into her once more, the double penetration of his shaft and the plug he had inserted in her ass making her very tight, but her natural wetness was more then enough to allow him to fuck her easily.
“Yes Master, I am a Cum Slut Bunny, please… please may I cum for you?” Ginger was begging, her stomach was cramping and her pussy felt like it would explode if she were not allowed to release.
“No” it was a simple and final answer
Ginger began to buck and thrust as best she could, her hips driving back onto her Master’s cock. She had to make him cum, and then he would allow her to cum too. It was the only way and despite the pain moving caused she was going to do it.
The cock slid in and out repeatedly. Each time she felt the urge to cum grow, it was difficult to resist. Her legs were weak and wobbling but the ropes holding her arms kept her upright, the pain had long since become a dull ache all across her shoulder blades. Her nipples still tightly clasped stung with a intoxicating pain which made the desire to orgasm stronger.
Ginger cried out as she moved back and forth on her Master’s cock. He was driving it in deep and hard, she was simply there as a source of pleasure for him, her needs and desires were irrelevant, she was little more then a toy for his use. That thought made her tingle all over.
Her Master spanked her ass cheeks again; the sound of skin slapping skin filled the air and the stringing pain made her gasp and fight against the ropes, he knew what this sort of treatment did to Ginger and he wanted her to suffer. He knew she was desperate to cum, but she had to hold it back, the spanking just made the feeling worse.
“Please Master…” Ginger begged, her stomach hurt and her crotch burned as she held back the orgasm that she so desperately wanted, each time his cock was thrust into her she had to grit her teeth as it became almost painful to feel herself filled with cock.
“Enough!” He pulled his cock out of her dripping pussy and slapped her red ass cheeks hard; she whimpered and struggled once again against the ropes. “I think its time you were silenced”
Ginger began to shake as she saw from her peripheral vision her Master walk around her until he stood right before her. His cock, hard and throbbing, glittering with her wetness and smelling of their combined sex pointed up at her face.
“Open your mouth now you filthy little Slut Bunny”
Ginger opened her mouth and her Master roughly shoved his wet cock between her lips and to the back of her throat. Over the years Ginger had learned many tricks about sucking cock, during her various adventures with past boyfriends telling her to suck them and others for their enjoyment she had picked up techniques about how to deep throat a man but the roughness with which her Master’s cock was rammed to the opening of her throat made her gag and choke.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as Ginger closed her lips around her Master’s cock, her throat convulsed and her mouth was filled with the unique taste of her own aroused lubricant. This wasn’t the first time she had tasted herself, but each time it still made her feel strange.
Once her lips were secured around his cock Her Master entangled his fingers into her thick hair and began to thrust his hips again. His cock was slick and despite wanting to gag Ginger found her rhythm taking him into her throat and breathing through her nose, her lips tight on the shaft and her tongue sliding along the underside.
The desire to cum herself was massive, she liked sucking her Master just as much as having him use her pussy for his pleasure, it wasn’t unknown for her to cum just from pleasing him, she was his totally, lived to make him feel good and in the action of doing that she found pleasure.
The cock went to her throat again and she felt it throb, she tingled in her crotch and her stomach hurt more as she held off the orgasm she had first felt grow for more then ten minutes now. She clenched her ass on the plug that had been inserted and felt her knees grow weak; she loved feeling the hard rubber plug invading her asshole.
“Look at you, my little slut… you can’t wait for me to spray my cum all over you can you… what a dirty pathetic Cum Bunny you are” Ginger took in the words and groaned around the hard cock in her mouth, she kept her eyes open and looking up at her Master’s face, eager to see his reaction as she sucked and caressed his shaft with her tongue.
“Harder!” the command was insistent and Ginger obeyed, she doubled her efforts, working his cock with her mouth as best she could. Using his grip on her hair, pulling it with hard yanks, her Master made her take all of him, her throat contracting with each thrust he made. The desire to cum now almost out of her control.
Finally her Master groaned and pulled his cock free from her mouth. He held her head still with two hands full of hair and forced her face down until his cock was inline with her nose. Ginger looked on with wide eyes as the first jet of her Master’s cum, the substance she desired more then anything, shot out and splashed onto her face. It began to run down her nose and onto her cheek towards her mouth, another jet landed just below the first. The smell of his sperm filled her nostrils.
Ginger wanted nothing more then to lick up her Master’s offerings, she only liked tasting his cum more then having it degradingly sprayed on her, but this way at least she smelled of him, he marked her ass his.
“Clean” he ordered and Ginger lovingly ad eagerly began to suck his shrinking cock once again, now scooping off his cum and savouring the taste. As soon as it hit her taste buds she moaned with pleasure and clenched her ass on the plug again.
“Master… May I please now cum for you?”
Ginger waited for his answer; she couldn’t hold back any longer, tasting him and feeling his sperm dribble down her cheek, almost like tears, had driven her to the very edge, she had learned to hold back her orgasms for his pleasure but this was the longest she had ever done it and the dam was about to break if she wanted it to or not.
“Ask properly” he said and pulled the nipple clamps which made Ginger howl with pain and desire
“Master, your dirty Cum Slut Bunny wishes to cum if it pleases you” she said with contorted effort, her nipples were on fire and he twisted them again causing another humiliating groan of desire to come from her throat.
“Good Slut Bunny… you may cum for my pleasure”
Ginger felt the relief flow through her and tears of joy began to flow from her eyes as she finally let go and the orgasm that had built began. Her whole body shook as the waves of pleasure came over her. She strained against the ropes holding her and panted, cried out and moaned. The orgasm was intense, the denial of it making the final release all the greater.
When it ended Ginger slumped, her whole body going limp but still held upright by the ropes on her wrists. She wasn’t even aware when her Master untied her and she fell to the floor, sprawled out and shaking with pain and humiliation but mostly with pleasure, knowing she had pleased her Master and in doing so she felt happy.
She looked up and saw him standing over her, his face was stern but there was the hint of a smile on his lips, it was the most emotion he showed to his slaves but they all knew what it meant, he was pleased with them. Ginger smiled back up at him and he walked away leaving her to recover and finally clean herself up once she could. As she watched him walk away all she could think was how grateful she was that she had found a man who truly made her happy…
Authors note: Thanks for reading my latest story, I haven’t done this type before so hope you enjoyed it and it wasn't too distant from the subject of BDSM. As with all my works comments, feedback and messages about the story are very welcome.
He looked her over again, noted her firm body and long legs. Her nipples had hardened after he had pinched them, that was good and she hadn’t made any sound. He still had to know one thing however.
“Open your legs, now!” he ordered in his stern voice.
Ginger did so without hesitation, her feet sliding over the cold tile floor until they were around eighteen inches apart. Without warning the Master slipped two fingers into her pussy. It was wet and hot, had been since she arrived here and was ordered to strip along with the other woman and had gotten even wetter and more aroused when she had felt the pain of having her nipples tugged. He seemed to approve.
“You, go!” he said to the blonde woman who stood to Ginger’s right, a feeling of relief came over her, it mixed with her nervousness and excitement and made her stomach do somersaults. He had chosen her, she was his to use.
Ever since she was 18-years-old Ginger had been submissive. Always more happy to take orders then to give them, follow someone else then take the lead. It was just how she was made. This feeling of desire to submit had seeped over into her sexual life too. When she was with a man she never initiated sex but never resisted someone’s advances either. She would do anything they asked of her without question, and as the requests had gotten more forceful and extreme with time the more she found she loved it.
In the six years since discovering how submissive she was she had done many things she knew others would have found degrading. At the request of a previous boyfriend she had stopped wearing underwear and allowed him to have her when and where he wanted, which included outdoors more then once while others watched. On another occasion she had, on request of another boyfriend, allowed herself to be used by a group of five men, they had fucked her for hours, each taking a turn to cum in her pussy or mouth or ass, cum on her face and breasts, in her hair. She had been used well that night and had loved every second of it.
There was much more, she liked to think of it all when she was alone. Think of all the times her anus had been abused by thick cocks, all the times cum had been splashed on her face, all the times he had gagged as a man would ram his hard meat a little too hard into her mouth, all the names she had been called as they fucked her… whore, slut, so many she had lost count and all the time that had happened she felt wonderful but inside felt something was missing, she loved submitting to the will of others, being used by them but she wasn’t yet complete.
It wasn’t until a year later she had found what had been missing, the thing that completed her as a sexual being. She was with a man called Tony at the time. He was older and experienced with submissive women like her. It was that experience which made her drawn to him, she was only 23-years-old then and he was 59-years old. The age gap didn’t matter to her, he could have been 90-years-old and she would still have let him have her body and she did feel a strange pleasure when he made her call him ‘daddy’
It was while he was using her for his pleasure one day that he had slapped her ass, hard, and an alarm bell had rung in her mind. The feeling of the pain was intense; the skin where his hand had connected throbbed and burned and yet all she could feel was pleasure. More then the feel of his wrinkled cock in her pussy it was the feeling of pleasure she got from the pain that made her cum harder then ever before that day.
The months after that first experience she had a whirlwind of pleasure for Ginger, Tony had spanked her remorselessly after she admitted how much she loved the pain he had inflicted on her, that had led to more extreme actions. He would use a spatula as a makeshift paddle, the plastic stung much more then his hand as it slapped down on her firm naked buttocks.
When she and Tony had gone their separate ways, Ginger knew what she needed in life now; the experiences of the last six years had taught her who she was. She was not just submissive to men and their desires, unable to say no to anything they told her to do, she also needed something more, the pain and humiliation of being spanked and used. It was who she was and would always be; now she needed to find someone who could give her the relationship she needed.
The search had led her to here, to her Master’s house. Now she was his, he had chosen her to be his slave, his command was now hers to fulfil. Whatever he ordered would be done without question or hesitation. She felt light headed with glee.
“On your knees” his voice was firm and strong.
Ginger got down quickly, the cold floor making her want to jump as more of her skin touched it. She didn’t look up at him, kept her eyes on the floor; it was something that she had been told by another submissive woman somewhere along her life’s path and it had served her well since her arrival here.
Her Master went over to the other side of the room and returned a moment later with a collar and a leash. This was how he took his slaves to the chamber, they were not permitted to walk there, they had to be led, they were going there for his pleasure not their own.
Ginger felt the collar wrap around her neck and be tied up at the back, the clasp was cold against her skin and the collar tight around her throat, she didn’t complain, just waited for her Master’s command.
Her Master clipped the leash onto the collar at the front and began to walk out of the room. For a moment Ginger thought about moving then realised her Master hadn’t told her to do so and remained still. It was a test, she was sure of it.
“Come along Slut Bunny” Her Master’s command was hers to obey and she quickly crawled on all fours to the door. She had been dubbed ‘Slut Bunny’ soon after her arrival at her Master’s house due to the way her long ginger hair, the reason for her original naming, had looked like long floppy ears and added with her little button nose her Master noted it made her look like a rabbit.
Ginger wasn’t her Master’s only slave, he had several, but he only used one at a time, making them line up for inspection where he would look over them and decide who would serve him that day. Ginger was always glad to be chosen; it made her feel special that he would pick her for his pleasure.
Her Master led her to the dungeon, the large room where all punishment and play was held. Ginger had been here many times, and not always for play. She had once let out an audible groan when she hadn’t been chosen by her Master one day which had earned her a whipping. Twenty lashes with the riding crop had left her buttocks raw and almost bleeding; she hadn’t been able to sit down properly for three days but had thanked her Master for his discipline afterwards. She had been a bad slave and was glad she had been punished for it.
“Stand”
Ginger stood and as always looked down at the floor, she wanted so desperately to look up at the man she worshiped, the man who with just a single spoken word could make her legs go weak with desire, but she was simply a slave, not an equal and slaves don’t look at their Master’s face unless told to, not in this house anyway.
The leash was unclipped and discarded, the collar, however, remained. It was tight and made breathing a little uncomfortable. She could feel her Master’s eyes roaming over her, taking in her form while he decided what he was to do with her, what form his pleasure would take. She felt her pussy grow hot with desire for him to use her.
Her Master took a moment to contemplate and then his decision was made. He moved Ginger towards the far end of the dungeon. As she walked she took note of all the various restraints, whips, vibrators, dildos, plugs and more that she had come to know and love in her time here.
They arrived at the destination and Ginger knew what he had decided instantly. She had seen the other slaves here but never been involved. Now she would experience it for the first time. Her stomach turned with excitement and a little fear.
Her Master reached up and pulled down two lengths of rope which ended in clasps. These he secured to Ginger’s wrists and once satisfied they were secure he pulled another rope and her arms were pulled up, her hands going up over her head but spread to each side as wide as her shoulders would allow, she was positioned like she were being nailed to a cross.
“Bend and spread your legs, now” her Master grabbed her hair and pushed her head down, a sudden pain flared in her shoulders as she bent at the waist, her ass stuck out and her arms held aloft at an odd angle.
Ginger wanted to whimper but held herself in check, her shoulder’s ached but the pain just added to her arousal as it always did. She could already feel her pussy burning with desire.
Her Master walked away and left Ginger alone for a moment. Her mind raced with thoughts of what was to come next, there was just so many things her Master could do to her now, so many different devices and toys he could use on her as she was helpless to resist.
Her thoughts were broken when he returned, she didn’t look up but heard a strange clicking sound, and it was the distinctive sound of metal snapping on metal. She recognised it right away and her heart raced.
Her Mater reached out with one strong hand and took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it away from her body stretching the skin and sending a wave of pain shooting from the nerves which made Ginger squirm involuntarily. She wanted to cry out, both in pain and pleasure but knew better. Her breasts hung down below her as her Master pulled the nipple a little more before he attached the nipple clamp. The metal slip was cold and dug into the sensitive nub that was her erect nipple. When her Master released it the clamp got tighter, squeezing hard, sending shockwaves through Ginger’s whole breast, it was exquisitely painful.
Another clamp was attached to her left nipple. This one felt even better then the first, her breasts now tingled as the nipples were pulled and squeezed between the metal clasps that her Master had attached, her shoulder were beginning to ache more but her pussy was on fire.
“Does my little Slut Bunny like how it feels for her nipples to be clamped?”
Ginger whimpered, she could feel herself almost dripping with arousal, her pussy wet and throbbing, she loved how it felt to be called Slut Bunny by him, its is what she was. Her nipples burned and hurt as the clamps dug in harder to her skin.
The air was suddenly filled with a loud crack, Ginger jumped and cried out despite herself, mostly from the shock, and then she felt the familiar burning begin on the right side of her ass. The sound had been the slapping of her Master’s palm on her supple ass cheek, the smack had been hard and powerful, she knew there must be a red hand print left by it, the pain flared once again as another slap came on the same spot, the burning pain spread to her crotch and only served to add to her need for release.
“You didn’t answer me Slut Bunny!” her Mater’s voice was fierce “I asked you a question!” his hand landed on the same spot again, the third strike by far the most painful yet, the tender skin now throbbing, Ginger could feel tears welling up in her eyes.
“Ye… yes Master” Ginger half sobbed as she felt the shame fill her. She couldn’t believe she had been so stupid.
“Oh, Slut Bunny, you are going to have to do better then that!” he hissed and Ginger lowered her head as she began to sob harder, it only served to make her shoulder hurt more as she was stretched by the ropes holding her upright.
“I’m… I’m so sorry Master…” she forced the words out “Please forgive your Slut Bunny”
There was silence from her Master. She felt like crying but managed to hold it to just gasped sobs, the tears falling from her cheeks but inside she felt such arousal she couldn’t believe it. She shame she felt and the pain from her shoulders, ass and nipples combining into a delicious blend.
“This time”
The words were like water to a man dying of thirst. Ginger felt her heart lift and a feeling of joy came over her. She felt a hand rubbing over her ass cheeks, caressing them and with each gliding movement getting closer to the crease that separated them. Once there she felt her cheeks get roughly spread exposing her little puckered asshole to the air.
Ginger tried to relax herself. She knew from past anal experiences that it was the only way for what was to come. She grit her teeth as soon as she felt the thick plug begin to enter her back passage. It stretched her asshole, her Master not being gentle while inserting it, the thick rubber forcing its way into the hole. Ginger felt herself ready to orgasm. Her nipples burned as the clamps dug into them and her ass cheek was still throbbing where she had been spanked hard.
“This time… I’ll make sure you’ll remember”
Her heart sank, and she knew that the spanking she had already received wasn’t the end of it. Seconds later another crack echoed in the room, she winced and whimpered as her Master’s hand smacked down on the other cheek now, and again, and again. Once more all three hits landing on the same spot, her skin burned and her arousal grew.
“Now… when you are asked a question you do what?”
Ginger sobbed from pain and humiliation, here she was, tied up and helpless, totally submissive to the desires of her Master. He could so as he pleased with her and it was that which made her so aroused she wanted to scream.
“I am to answer Master” she said
“Good… but to help you remember…”
Ginger cried out as the clamps on her nipples were twisted, the hard nubs turning and the pain racing all the way over her chest. Her Master smiled as he pulled the clamps a little harder, he enjoyed watching the pain on his subs face, it was more arousing to him then actually fucking them.
Ginger sobbed a little but held herself in check again as the clamps were finally allowed to return to their natural position. Her nipples were hurting worse then ever, the metal pinched them.
Her Master moved behind her once more. She lost sight of him but could hear clothes being removed. He was getting naked, it seemed her punishment was over and now he was to enjoy her. She felt her heart pounding as she anticipated his first touch.
It was a finger that first slid into her dripping pussy. She jumped at the sensation and almost came right then, she had been on the verge of an orgasm since she was first tied up and told to bend over, to present herself for him like a good little submissive slut.
The finger was removed and she felt something larger press into her pussy. It slid in with no effort, her juice was copious. Quickly Ginger realised it was a combo of two fingers; she felt them wiggle inside her and scratch the walls of her pussy with hard nails.
“Is my Slut Bunny enjoying all this? Enjoying having her filthy ass plugged and spanked, her nipples clamped? What are you?”
Ginger closed her eyes, she felt her face redden with the shame she always felt when she was forced to say what she is.
“I am a cock hungry Slut Bunny” she said and another smack on her already stinging ass cheek made her cry out and struggle against the rope holding her in place
“Try again! What are you?”
“I am YOUR cock hungry Slut Bunny” Ginger amended with a cry
Her Master didn’t speak or give any clue what was to come, the first Ginger knew of anything was when she felt his thick cock thrust into her wet pussy. The force made her jerk forwards but the ropes held her firm, a shooting pain crossed her shoulders and she cried out again, both in pleasure and pain as her Master’s cock began to hammer in and out of her pussy.
It wasn’t gentle or loving. He was using her body for his pleasure, his cock thrusting deep and hard into her pussy, he didn’t care about her pleasure just his own, she was being used and nothing more and it was driving her wild.
“You like that Slut Bunny? Like your Master’s cock deep in you?”
“Yes Master, oh so much!” Ginger felt the orgasm build; her whole body was on fire. She pulled against the ropes restraining her as she felt her Master’s thick cock slide deeply into her again before exiting and re-entering, the plug in her ass adding to the sensation of fullness.
Another slap of her ass made Ginger cry out, she felt her Master’s cock throb within her tight, wet pussy. He liked hearing her cry out, beg and whimper and he was making her do it more then she could ever remember.
Again Ginger felt the sin on her ass cheek burn as he delivered another slap. These were not hard, however, just enough to make her squirm and whimper with pleasure as her skin tingled, just enough to make her want to orgasm so badly she could cry.
“Master… may I please cum for you?” Ginger forced the words out while she groaned and shook, she had to use all her self control to hold back the orgasm and her Master was only making it harder as he thrust his cock back and forth within her.
“No, you filthy cum slut, you know the rules you may not cum before your master” with that he thrust hard and his cock sank fully into Ginger, rocking her forwards and sending a shooting pain along her shoulders as the ropes holding her upright strained to stop her falling forwards.
Ginger cried out as she felt herself stretched by her Master’s cock and the plug in her ass. She was desperate to cum, the orgasm was demanding a release, her pussy was on fire, electric shocks of pleasure shot up her spine and her brain swam with desire.
Her Master smiled as he felt the agony in Ginger. He loved having such power of her, it made him even more aroused and he was going to push it for as long as he could. He began to reach around with one hand and found the hard little nub that was Ginger’s clit, once he had located it he began to rub it with his finger. Ginger screamed and he felt her pussy clench onto his cock as she desperately tried to hold off the orgasm he knew she was so desperate to experience.
“You are such a Cum Slut Bunny, aren’t you!” he snapped as he rubbed Ginger’s clit harder and thrust his cock deeply into her once more, the double penetration of his shaft and the plug he had inserted in her ass making her very tight, but her natural wetness was more then enough to allow him to fuck her easily.
“Yes Master, I am a Cum Slut Bunny, please… please may I cum for you?” Ginger was begging, her stomach was cramping and her pussy felt like it would explode if she were not allowed to release.
“No” it was a simple and final answer
Ginger began to buck and thrust as best she could, her hips driving back onto her Master’s cock. She had to make him cum, and then he would allow her to cum too. It was the only way and despite the pain moving caused she was going to do it.
The cock slid in and out repeatedly. Each time she felt the urge to cum grow, it was difficult to resist. Her legs were weak and wobbling but the ropes holding her arms kept her upright, the pain had long since become a dull ache all across her shoulder blades. Her nipples still tightly clasped stung with a intoxicating pain which made the desire to orgasm stronger.
Ginger cried out as she moved back and forth on her Master’s cock. He was driving it in deep and hard, she was simply there as a source of pleasure for him, her needs and desires were irrelevant, she was little more then a toy for his use. That thought made her tingle all over.
Her Master spanked her ass cheeks again; the sound of skin slapping skin filled the air and the stringing pain made her gasp and fight against the ropes, he knew what this sort of treatment did to Ginger and he wanted her to suffer. He knew she was desperate to cum, but she had to hold it back, the spanking just made the feeling worse.
“Please Master…” Ginger begged, her stomach hurt and her crotch burned as she held back the orgasm that she so desperately wanted, each time his cock was thrust into her she had to grit her teeth as it became almost painful to feel herself filled with cock.
“Enough!” He pulled his cock out of her dripping pussy and slapped her red ass cheeks hard; she whimpered and struggled once again against the ropes. “I think its time you were silenced”
Ginger began to shake as she saw from her peripheral vision her Master walk around her until he stood right before her. His cock, hard and throbbing, glittering with her wetness and smelling of their combined sex pointed up at her face.
“Open your mouth now you filthy little Slut Bunny”
Ginger opened her mouth and her Master roughly shoved his wet cock between her lips and to the back of her throat. Over the years Ginger had learned many tricks about sucking cock, during her various adventures with past boyfriends telling her to suck them and others for their enjoyment she had picked up techniques about how to deep throat a man but the roughness with which her Master’s cock was rammed to the opening of her throat made her gag and choke.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as Ginger closed her lips around her Master’s cock, her throat convulsed and her mouth was filled with the unique taste of her own aroused lubricant. This wasn’t the first time she had tasted herself, but each time it still made her feel strange.
Once her lips were secured around his cock Her Master entangled his fingers into her thick hair and began to thrust his hips again. His cock was slick and despite wanting to gag Ginger found her rhythm taking him into her throat and breathing through her nose, her lips tight on the shaft and her tongue sliding along the underside.
The desire to cum herself was massive, she liked sucking her Master just as much as having him use her pussy for his pleasure, it wasn’t unknown for her to cum just from pleasing him, she was his totally, lived to make him feel good and in the action of doing that she found pleasure.
The cock went to her throat again and she felt it throb, she tingled in her crotch and her stomach hurt more as she held off the orgasm she had first felt grow for more then ten minutes now. She clenched her ass on the plug that had been inserted and felt her knees grow weak; she loved feeling the hard rubber plug invading her asshole.
“Look at you, my little slut… you can’t wait for me to spray my cum all over you can you… what a dirty pathetic Cum Bunny you are” Ginger took in the words and groaned around the hard cock in her mouth, she kept her eyes open and looking up at her Master’s face, eager to see his reaction as she sucked and caressed his shaft with her tongue.
“Harder!” the command was insistent and Ginger obeyed, she doubled her efforts, working his cock with her mouth as best she could. Using his grip on her hair, pulling it with hard yanks, her Master made her take all of him, her throat contracting with each thrust he made. The desire to cum now almost out of her control.
Finally her Master groaned and pulled his cock free from her mouth. He held her head still with two hands full of hair and forced her face down until his cock was inline with her nose. Ginger looked on with wide eyes as the first jet of her Master’s cum, the substance she desired more then anything, shot out and splashed onto her face. It began to run down her nose and onto her cheek towards her mouth, another jet landed just below the first. The smell of his sperm filled her nostrils.
Ginger wanted nothing more then to lick up her Master’s offerings, she only liked tasting his cum more then having it degradingly sprayed on her, but this way at least she smelled of him, he marked her ass his.
“Clean” he ordered and Ginger lovingly ad eagerly began to suck his shrinking cock once again, now scooping off his cum and savouring the taste. As soon as it hit her taste buds she moaned with pleasure and clenched her ass on the plug again.
“Master… May I please now cum for you?”
Ginger waited for his answer; she couldn’t hold back any longer, tasting him and feeling his sperm dribble down her cheek, almost like tears, had driven her to the very edge, she had learned to hold back her orgasms for his pleasure but this was the longest she had ever done it and the dam was about to break if she wanted it to or not.
“Ask properly” he said and pulled the nipple clamps which made Ginger howl with pain and desire
“Master, your dirty Cum Slut Bunny wishes to cum if it pleases you” she said with contorted effort, her nipples were on fire and he twisted them again causing another humiliating groan of desire to come from her throat.
“Good Slut Bunny… you may cum for my pleasure”
Ginger felt the relief flow through her and tears of joy began to flow from her eyes as she finally let go and the orgasm that had built began. Her whole body shook as the waves of pleasure came over her. She strained against the ropes holding her and panted, cried out and moaned. The orgasm was intense, the denial of it making the final release all the greater.
When it ended Ginger slumped, her whole body going limp but still held upright by the ropes on her wrists. She wasn’t even aware when her Master untied her and she fell to the floor, sprawled out and shaking with pain and humiliation but mostly with pleasure, knowing she had pleased her Master and in doing so she felt happy.
She looked up and saw him standing over her, his face was stern but there was the hint of a smile on his lips, it was the most emotion he showed to his slaves but they all knew what it meant, he was pleased with them. Ginger smiled back up at him and he walked away leaving her to recover and finally clean herself up once she could. As she watched him walk away all she could think was how grateful she was that she had found a man who truly made her happy…
Authors note: Thanks for reading my latest story, I haven’t done this type before so hope you enjoyed it and it wasn't too distant from the subject of BDSM. As with all my works comments, feedback and messages about the story are very welcome.
Alma
- 30.10.2020
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