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With Friends Like These .......
by Debra Darling for annaleah
We will call her annaleah. Not because that is her name but because I
am a Star Wars fan and there is something sadistically apropos about
playing off of Princess Leah's name. This is annaleah's story. She
asked me to help her write it. Most of it is true. Some of it is a
little bit fantasy. A little is yet to come.
annaleah lay helpless on the motel bed, anticipation and fear her major
emotions. Her breasts heaved as she forced each shallow breath past the
crushing corset that encompassed her waist. Her bondage was very
strict, very secure and now that it was too late, very scary. And it
was all self-imposed. Whatever was to happen, she had set the wheels in
motion herself.
annaleah was bound hand and foot, blindfolded, ear plugged, every body
cavity filled, even her nostrils. She was muffled, muzzled, deafened
and blinded. She was helpless. The door to the room was locked. If
anything went wrong, no one would come to answer her mewling cries for
help.
After the first few moments, the excitement dulled and all annaleah
could do was wait quietly, patiently, helplessly, for someone to arrive.
She sincerely hoped it would be Debra but as time slowly passed she came
to plead mentally for just about anybody. How long had she lain
helpless on the bed? Was Debra really going to come? When would she
arrive? Would she be alone? What would she do when she found the
helpless slave bound so enticingly on the bed?
It had been a long five years since the two had last met and ten years
since their first real encounter. Much had happened during the
intervening years. annaleah looked on the first meeting as a watershed
event. The beginning of her coming to realize her real calling.
Tonight would be a culmination of that experience but only Debra knew
where that might lead.
As she lay in wait for her fate her mind wandered back to the beginning.
annaleah considered herself to be a slave girl. A she-male slave girl
perhaps but still a slave girl. As far back as 1978 she had submitted
herself to Queen Adrena of Los Angeles fame. Within a year she was a
member of Queen Adrena's stable of slave girls where she learned to be a
"slave to all women." Since annaleah thought of "herself" as a lesbian
this was perfect. She never wanted to "do" a man.
Over the next several years, annaleah was passed from Mistress to
Mistress. She served in Reno, in Las Vegas, in Chicago, in Seattle, in
Portland, in Vancouver, Canada, in Bremerton, WA and finally Mistress
Eris (Susan) in Seattle. From these servitudes she had learned to serve
women with her tongue and lips and to provide great pleasure and joy to
them and to them alone. Through Mistress Theo, and then Mistress Eris,
she also met Debra which had turned out to be a different adventure
altogether. An adventure that she had mentally fought against for many
years.
It was Countess Ann that began to change annaleah's perspective as to
her role in the world. She had insisted that annaleah had two primary
uses over and above Mistress worship. Her primary duties were to suck
cock and be fucked. Such duties were appropriate for a she-male slut
slave because they signified her station in life and because they
pleased the Mistress. Pleasing the Mistress was the highest reward such
a slave could ever hope to achieve. Even so, while she strived to learn
how to service a dildo, she never moved any further. She still felt her
place was as a female, serving women.
It had taken decades of training with Mistress Theo and Mistress Eris
before annaleah had been deemed ready to take the next step. For all
those years she had only been in service to women. One night she been
sent to a long standing Seattle event, "The Prom You Never Went To."
This was a formal event where long dresses, petticoats and high heels
were the norm. annaleah was done up as a gorgeous young woman in ball
gown and impossible heels and she was detailed to leave the Prom with
Debra to fulfill her role as a Prom Queen.
The event was such a delightful evening, full of dancing and partying
and swishing skirts and petticoats and high heels that annaleah nearly
forgot about what she had committed to have happen to her that night.
At least until the party ended and she was directed to go to her car and
then to follow Debra to where ever they were going.
After a long drive she found herself far out in the country, totally
lost and bound to the foot rail of a bed. Bent over and helpless she
felt her skirts being raised up and panties exposed. Hands soon slid up
her nylon covered legs and she felt her panties, her last layer of
protection being slowly slid down to her ankles. She was left alone for
a few minutes and she began to struggle. She heard a sharp crack and
realized she had broken the bed rail. She became quiet as she knew she
would be seriously punished for that transgression.
It turned out she had been quite correct. First she was whipped with a
cat until her rear end was a bright shiny red. And then came what she
had most feared. That night she had been used as a fuck toy for a real
cock. She had been thoroughly and royally fucked. From the first
moment when the head of what seemed like the largest cock in the world
had pressed against her virginal rear opening until the last thrust when
she felt her very guts filling up with spurt after spurt of male cum she
fought against what she had been told was her duty.
The result had been a traumatic event for annaleah as she accepted a
cock for the very first time. Since then she had engaged in practice
sessions on her own as her Mistress had ordered but she had never been
with another real cock. She had learned to suck cock but she had only
been really taken by dildos. She thought about that night and she
wondered now if Debra still remembered that little bedrail item. A
shiver ran up her bound body at the thought.
It already seemed like she had been lying on this bed for hours now,
waiting for someone to come to her. Were they never going to arrive?
The phone rang but she could not answer it. After a few moments it rang
again. Was it someone trying to reach her to tell her they had been
delayed. She nearly hyperventilated at the thought of lying here all
night only to be discovered by the maid. The "do not disturb" sign on
the outside of the door would insure it would be a long wait indeed.
Her thoughts drifted back to her history. Mistress Eris had sold her to
another Mistress who, in turn, totally dismissed annaleah's claim to
being a lesbian. Here she came to understand that "All She-male Women
Love Cock." Her first lesson at the hands of this Mistress was an hour
long session of sucking a real cock while bound and blindfolded and on
her knees. All the while, Mistress encouraged her and corrected her
style and technique with straps and paddles applied freely to her
constantly reddening buttocks.
From that point on, annaleah came to embrace her true calling. She was
a true slave girl and her first duties were to suck cock and to be
fucked. This especially so because of her she-male status. She could
never rise to the level of being a woman. Only her conceit had let her
believe that in the beginning. Only after serving men would she be
allowed the pleasure of serving women. She was to be a slave to all
women but that meant she was a slave to all men as well because that is
what women demanded of her. It was that demand that she could no longer
refuse. It was that demand that had brought to her to this position of
total helplessness on a strange bed in a room on the second floor of the
Black Angus Motel in Seattle this Wednesday evening.
She had starting preparing herself a week before with a diet of
laxatives, diuretic juices and daily enemas. She was to be totally
empty by the fatal night. Little solid food for a week and one final
high colonic enema that morning had cleaned her out. She was empty,
slightly dehydrated, a bit fatigued and feeling very submissive.
She had showered, bathed her body in Nair, shaved her arms and legs and
rubbed silky lotions into her skin. She was soft, smooth, silky and
perfumed from head to toe.
Below the waist she wore all sheer, high rise panty hose with a slight
support. This gave her a silky feel from waist to toe. The crotch had
been removed to provide access when it became necessary. A low back,
longline, strapless bra supported her glued in place silicon breasts
nicely while a crotchless girdle secured her waist and molded her ass
cheeks.
Over this was the tightly cinched heavy duty corset. The corset came
from Anne's in San Francisco and was made of red and black satin with
nine very strong steel bones. It laced up the back and she had cinched
it as tightly as it would go. She had tied a square knot in the laces
and then clipped off the excess. Already that thing felt like it was
cutting her in two and she wished she had been a little less dedicated
to getting it closed. She felt like she could barely breathe but she
knew she would have been punished severely if the corset had not been
laced fully closed. Over the pantyhose she had added red fishnet
stockings on top of dark black, seamed stockings for color. Both were
fastened to garters that hung down from the corset and served to frame
her now bulging ass.
On her feet were red patent leather pumps that she knew she could never
walk in. They were held in place by leather shoe locks, each locked
shut with a tiny padlock. The style provided absolutely no support. It
was like standing on her toes and trying to balance while not turning
her ankles. The heels were six inch long chrome spikes about the
thickness of a ten penny nail. They came to a point and there was no
rubber tip to cushion them. They held her feet in a painful arch that
she knew was very sexy and made her long legs look even longer. The
shoes alone screamed "come fuck me" and deep down in her heart she
feared someone soon would.
A red leather body harness encased her neck, waist and ribcage with
straps that were each pulled tight to her body and then padlocked in
place. A center strap dropped from the lower front strap and was
cinched tightly through her crotch before it was locked at the rear.
This held a six inch long dildo buried deep in her ass. The vibrator in
the dildo operated intermittently and the batteries were fully charged.
From past experience she knew it would keep her entertained all night
long. All of this held her cock in a silken prison, hard as a steel rod
and pressed up against her stomach.
Long, opera length red gloves encased each arm to nearly the shoulder.
Leather cuffs adorned her wrists and ankles. Her ankle cuffs were
locked together. A strap just above her knees, also with a lock, held
her legs tightly together.
Over all this was a black, civil war era chiffon gown under which were
several red, black and white petticoats. Literally dozens of buttons
had take her hours to fasten.
A self administered blindfold, penis gag, earplugs and industrial
strength ear protectors were all self installed before she positioned
her bound body face down on the bed. A pillow with a center opening
like one would find on a massage table held her head up off the mattress
and allowed her to breath. With a final sigh, she had placed her hands
behind her back and then she closed the industrial grade pink handcuffs
around each wrist and completed her bondage.
Only then did she finally realize what she had done. She was totally
helpless. Until the final moment when the handcuffs clicked shut, the
mounting sexual thrill had carried her along as each step of her bondage
was applied. It was only now, lying helpless on the bed that she
realized how foolish this might have been. All of the keys to her locks
were not even in the room. She had mailed them to Debra days earlier.
There was no way she was going to release herself until someone came to
get her.
She had registered the room under two names, hers and Debra's. That
meant Debra should be able to get a key and enter the room. The door
locked automatically upon closing so even if annaleah could somehow get
up off the bed and hop over to the door in her bondage and high heels,
she still could not manage to open the door, assuming she could even
find it.
As a final indignity, Leeann had scheduled a meeting with Mistress Eris
for late that afternoon. Mistress would call before to make certain all
was in readiness before she came. If she did not answer the phone,
Mistress would not come. Not only would she suffer the disappointment
of missing her visitation but she knew she would be punished in some
totally devious and uniquely painful way for her failures. So
everything now depended on Debra.
After what seemed to be an interminable time (surely it must be nearly
dawn by now!) she sensed a presence in the room. She had not heard the
key in the door or any other sound, but a change in the room temperature
seemed to suggest that a breeze had passed through. A breeze as if a
door had been opened and closed. Was she imagining this in her desire
to be "saved?" No other sound reached her and nothing seemed to be
happening.
Nothing that is except for the cool wisp of air on her silken covered
legs as she felt her skirts and petticoats lifted. Nothing except for a
sudden stripe of fire across her buttocks. Followed up quickly by three
more on each rear cheek. Then a final one right down in her crotch.
The pain was nearly overwhelming and annaleah was sure she saw stars
before her blinded eyes. She tried to catch her breath as she felt the
industrial ear protectors stripped from her head and she heard just the
whisper of a voice.
"Good evening, slave. It is so nice to see you again, especially
displayed as you should be. I hope you enjoyed my welcoming. It was
just a warning though of what is yet to come. You will obey my every
command perfectly, without hesitation or reserve. Understand?" The
final question was punctuated with two more cuts from the cane that
someone was using on her.
annaleah managed to control her tears and nodded her head affirmative as
best she could. She could not recognize the whispering voice. Was it
Debra? Was it someone else? What was going to happen next?
She groaned as she felt someone take hold of her handcuffed wrists and
raise them up toward the ceiling. This strappado position would soon
become very painful and if left for long she knew her shoulders could be
dislocated.
Her assailant climbed on the bed and placed a knee in her back and
things got even worse. She was helpless to struggle when the handcuffs
were unlocked and one arm was allowed to fall to the bed. The other arm
was raised a bit further, adding to her strain and then her hand was
wrapped around a tennis ball. Tape of some kind (gorilla tape she found
out later) soon circled her glove covered hand, binding it tightly to
the ball. Over this went one of a pair of heavily padded bondage
mittens. These had wrists cuffs that locked into place thus turning the
hand into a helpless stump.
The process was quickly repeated on the other hand. Then each hand was
pulled across her back and fastened to the opposite elbow. Finally,
tape was wound around her arms, binding them together in an inescapable
position behind her back.
The next words sent a chill through her helpless body. "It's time for
my slave girl to go to work and earn her keep." annaleah knew pretty
much what was coming next. She soon found herself on her knees, her
feet tight against her buttocks on the floor facing the bed. Her gag
was removed and slowly the dildo was pulled out of her mouth.
"I'll just bet your blow job practice dildo is around here someplace."
That told her that at least this was Debra since only she would know
about that. She had written about it often enough in letters to Debra.
"Ah, here it is. I see you have been practicing with an oversize
dildo," Debra said. "Good. I know you expect to be forced to show off
your skills using it, but there is nothing quite like the real thing.
So, first, let's see just how good you really are."
annaleah felt Debra sit down on the bed in front of her. She felt a
pair of legs trap her head, one on each side. She felt herself being
drawn forward. She could smell what she knew had to be someone's
crotch. She knew she was about to take in a real cock.
"Get to work and let's see if you have learned enough to earn you way in
the world. Open wide and take it all. You had better please me."
annaleah obeyed. She knew better than to hesitate. Her tongue came out
and contacted the tip of the offered penis she knew would be there.
Soon her lips were kissing the head and she slowly took it into her
mouth, caressing it as she did so. She began sucking on it even before
she took the full length into her throat for a moment. She flicked her
tongue at the tip of the monster and around the head. She ran her
tongue up and down the bottom of the cock as she slowly took more and
more of into her mouth.
How long did she demonstrate her knowledge of how to please a cock? It
seemed like hours as she used the talents she had acquired from years of
practice. Up and down the shaft, sometimes quickly sometimes
agonizingly slowly, always keeping her tongue moving. Was she pleasing
her Mistress? She never knew. The only clue was that the cock stayed
hard, pulsated once in a while and every now and again would be shoved
down her throat until a pair of swollen balls bounced off her chin. She
had practiced this for weeks, month after month at Mistress's orders.
She had become convinced she must suck cock if she was to become a
highly valuable slave girl and she could keep it up for hours.
At last she felt herself being pushed back away from her target. Bodily
she was lifted up in the air and thrown back down on the bed. The
straps around her legs were removed and her legs were allowed to spread.
Her knees were pulled up under her so her ass stuck up in the air.
Pillows from the bed were stuffed under her midsection bracing her in
position. She felt something being placed on the bed and realized it
was her practice dildo she had been ordered to bring with her. It was
mounted on a wooden stool that now sat in front of her.
She opened her mouth as she felt her head being forced forward and down.
She took the dildo into her mouth until her lips reached the bottom.
The end of the artificial cock now rested just at her throat and it took
a conscious effort not to gag. A strap was fastened around her head
holding her in place.
Her crotch strap was released and the dildo slid out of her rear
chamber.
Leeann braced for what she knew was coming next but she was unprepared
for the stroke of the paddle that landed on her buttock. Again and
again the paddle fell. Countless strokes that left her asscheeks red
and beginning to blister. A final series of strokes along the anal
crack with a narrow switch of some kind nearly drove her unconscious.
Only the massive dildo gagging her kept her screams inside the room.
When the punishment stopped, annaleah luxuriated for a moment in the
absence of pain but then felt pressure as two hands pried her ass cheeks
apart and the penis she had been skillfully sucking on was pressed
against her anus. She tried to open her sphincter to reduce the pain
but it was too quick. It drove home all the way and she felt it deep in
her most private inner being.
As the cock began its relentless journey in and out of her she felt a
hand on her head pushing her even further down on her oral invader.
"Suck!" came the command. "Suck as you are fucked" You are a cock
sucking ass fucking whore and you will be used this way for as long as
anyone wishes to own your helpless slave body. This is all you are good
for. Helpless and spitted, a streaming cock in both ends."
annaleah cried out as she was taken. She knew this was her true
destiny: to serve those superior to herself. To bring them comfort,
pleasure and joy. To use her resources and to submit her body to
whatever abuse was desired.
The assault went on and on. Would it never end? She realized it did
not matter anymore. Her only desire was to be a pleasure vessel. She
was so numbed that it was almost a total surprise when she felt her
final degradation.
"Wrap your sexy legs around me," came the command. "Squeeze me tight
and show me how much you love to be fucked." annaleah complied and as
she did so she felt her own love pole, hard and swollen begin to respond
to the silken pressure as it slid back and forth in its pantyhose
prison.
The cock inside of her began to pulse and then to plunge in and out even
harder and faster. annaleah did not think it was possible to go any
deeper but it did. She felt her body responding as she both cried in
pain and writhed in her own mounting pleasure. That was when the cock
began to shoot spurt after spurt of juice up into her bowels. Each shot
seemed to go directly to her inner being. It reached her as nothing
ever had before and was the final reinforcement of her slave status.
Then, at last, it was over. annaleah lay exhausted on the bed, waiting
for her bondage to be released. She realized at the same time she had
reached her own explosion although she had not felt it at the time.
Release never came though. It never happened. She just lay there in
the dark listening to Debra move about the room seeming to gather things
up. She felt a ball gag forced into her mouth. It was then blown up to
completely fill her cheeks and silence her. Her blindfold was removed.
A glittering jeweled collar encircled her neck. Her beautiful and
cherished Victorian gown was ripped off along with the petticoats and a
red leather mini-skirt was pulled up her legs. She was forced to stand
up and move about in those terrible heels.
A pull on her leash and a command. "Come on girl. It's time to go.
You need to be on time to meet your fate. These are people you don't
want to anger by being late."
annaleah was in a panic. "People? Fate? Go? Meet?" What was Debra
talking about. This was not part of the plan. She was to be left here
to meet with Mistress Eris.
But she soon realized it did not matter what the plan might have been.
Slave's don't have plans. She felt herself being forced outside. She
had never meant to be seen outside all done up in slave bondage. She
clattered her way down a concrete stairway, every step sounding like a
loud alarm. She was lead up to a car and her leash was draped over the
side view mirror.
"Stay!" was the command as Debra walked off and into the motel
restaurant. annaleah was mortified as she stood alone, helpless in the
parking lot watching people look at her as the passed by. She realized
that Debra really did not care who saw them. She also realized that her
humiliation was part of her training. To be a slave was not only to be
helpless but also to be helpless to keep the world from knowing about
it.
At last Debra returned with a glass of water and allowed her to collapse
thankfully into the car. Once inside, she was held in place by a
seatbelt over her bondage. She was still obviously restrained and
gagged and anyone looking in the window would know it.
As the car drove off she sat in silence. She thought back over her
correspondence with Debra. There had been mention of a local dungeon.
They had written about crosses, punishment horses, cages, hoists,
isolation rooms, all kinds of whips and chains. And people. Yes, lots
and lots of people who loved to train a "new woman."
As the hum of the tires began to lull her, she drifted into a near
slumber, exhausted from her ordeal and unable to yet face the prospect
of what might well lie ahead. Her mind drifted as she thought that
tonight she would realize her dream of becoming a real slave girl, a
she-male woman in every sense. A slave to suck and be fucked.......to
suck and be fucked.......to suck and be fucked......to suck and .....
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