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Rachel's slavery1: The Tail"Rachel, come here please."Rachel looked up from dusting the table. "Yes, Michael." She came over and stood by his chair. Michael set his book down and looked up. "Take off your clothes," he told her. She pulled her sweater over her head and took off her sneakers, socks, and jeans. Rachel was wearing nothing underneath except a choker necklace.? She folded her clothes into a neat pile. Michael glanced to the floor and she responded by kneeling before him. He looked at her. She was small and slender, with wide hips and medium-sized breasts. Her hair fell in gentle dark waves to her waist. Her eyes were grey-green, her skin smooth and lightly tanned, her nose straight and long, and her lips full and wide. As he preferred, she wore just a hint of makeup. She knelt as he had taught her, buttocks resting on her heels, legs spread to show her smoothly shaved pubis, back arched and shoulders pulled back to display her firm breasts, wrists crossed behind her. Her lips were parted slightly, showing her straight white teeth. She was lovely. He smiled. "Suck me.? Leaning forward, Rachel undid his fly, lowered his pants, and grasped his semi-erect penis. One hand holding its base, she licked up and down the shaft, then circled the head. She went down his shaft and licked his balls while she pumped his cock with her hand. Very quickly, he was hard. She ran her tongue around each testicle and licked the sensitive area below his scrotum. "Mmm, that's good," he told her. At a nudge from his hand at her neck, she engulfed him in her mouth, pushing her head down until the head of his cock reached the back of her throat. Quickly she bobbed her head up and down, using her lips and tongue to provide maximal sensation. He moaned. She kept moving her mouth on him, keeping up the steady rhythm that she knew he liked. After a few minutes, he decided that he didn't want to come in her mouth.? "Mmmmm ... that's enough," he instructed. Reluctantly, Rachel stopped, resting her lips on the tip. She looked up at him, waiting expectantly. Michael pulled her up to him and kissed her. He slid his tongue into her mouth while he squeezed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, which quickly became erect. At his direction, she knelt over him on the chair and reached down to guide his cock into her wetness. He kissed her neck and shoulders, running his hands across her arms and breasts, then down her sides to her hips, across her smooth pussy, and up her back.? Rachel undid his shirt and rubbed her hands over his hairy chest. He guided her to begin moving up and down, her breasts dangling in his face. He licked and kissed each nipple, then began nibbling on them as he knew she liked.? Gradually he had her move more quickly, and he joined her; thrusting up to meet her with each stroke. She began to moan softly with each thrust. "Please, Michael," she asked, "please may I come?"God, he loved it when she begged. "Not yet." Rachel bounced even faster, trying to push him toward orgasm. The muscles in her vagina began to contract with each thrust as she trembling with the effort to contain herself. "Please!" she begged, starting to lose control. "No." Eyes unfocused, staring into his, she came anyway. Gasping, she drove herself faster, writhing up and down on his cock. "You little bitch!" With a groan, Michael came too, the power of her defiance and the knowledge of how much he would enjoy its consequences driving him over the edge. He grabbed her hips and slammed up into her, feeling his sperm jetting out, filling her.? When they were done she leaned against him and put her head down on his shoulder. She was slick with their sweat. "I'm sorry, Master. I did it again." "No, you're not sorry," he said, caressing the back of her neck, then grasping her by the collar. "But you will be." "I just couldn't stop myself. You were so..." "Save it. You're just digging yourself a deeper hole." "Yes, Sir," she whispered. He stroked her hair and pulled her against him. "All right, sweetheart, you were a naughty girl again. How do you propose to atone?" Perhaps once every couple of weeks, Rachel failed to restrain her orgasm until permission was granted. When she was punished, it was often for this offense. "Master, please punish me for my disobedience." "All right. How would you like to be punished?" "Please spank me with the riding crop, Sir." Rachel tensed her buttocks in anticipation. The riding crop hit hard, but there would be fewer strokes this way. "How many times?" Michael began stroking his finger rhythmically along her vaginal lips. He liked the way they hung down from her smooth pussy when she was kneeling. "Um...Thirty?" "I'd say that is a little severe. Twenty would be more appropriate." Rachel had recently hit on the tactic of asking for more than the accustomed amount of punishment. Although he sometimes gave her the requested number of strokes, she had found that he usually gave her less this way than when she tried to barter up from a lower number. "Twenty would be fine, Sir," she told him. "Anything else?" he asked. "Perhaps a couple of days of discipline would help."? Michael began stroking her clitoris gently. Rachel rubbed herself against his finger in return and felt herself lubricating again, her crotch burning with a tingling itch. "Yes, Sir." Damn. She had hoped to get away with just a spanking. "Maybe...level two discipline and...uh...nipple clamps for 24 hours?" "I like that, but I was thinking of something more penetrating." "A...butt plug?" "Good idea. All right, could you phrase that all into a polite request?" "Yes, Sir." She had to concentrate to overcome the distraction of his rubbing between her legs. "Master, in order to punish me for coming without permission, would you please spank me twenty times with the riding crop, place me on level two discipline, and have me wear a butt plug for 24 hours?" "What about the nipple clamps?" She'd hoped he had forgotten those. "Master, would you please also have me wear nipple clamps for a day?" She rubbed her nipples reflexively against his chest. "Certainly, Rachel. I'm happy to be of assistance." He lifted her off him and guided her to stand, then re-did his clothing. "Go get the long riding crop.? Carry it in your mouth." "Yes, Sir." She hurried to do his bidding, thankful that he wasn't in a vindictive mood. Sometimes he made her crawl on her belly, and sometimes he made her carry it with the tip in her rectum. When she returned with the crop held in her mouth, he was standing by the sofa, his arms crossed. She curtsied deeply (aware of the sexuality that gesture) and knelt before him, presenting the riding crop. He took it from her mouth and patted the arm of the leather sofa. She stood up and bent herself over it, as her had taught her: ass up, legs spread, toes just touching the floor, and her back arched downward, pressing her belly and breasts into the sofa cushion. She crossed her wrists at the small of her back and turned her head to face him. "Very nice," he said, looking at her. Rachel had a firm ass and really good legs. He ran one hand over her buttocks and pressed a finger into her dripping pussy. "But there are a couple of things missing." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white leather collar. Moving her hair to the side, he placed it around her neck and locked the catch. Taking her wrists, he kissed them, then fastened a leather cuff onto each. With a solid click, he locked them together. "Perfect." He stepped back and moved around her, enjoying the view from several angles. He placed the tip of the crop between her vaginal lips, rubbing it up and down.? Rachel moaned. He moved it against her clit, stroking intimately. As she responded, he continued to rub the crop against her for a few more strokes, then abruptly brought it up and smacked it hard across both cheeks of her ass. She gasped. "Count, please," he told her. "One." He struck again, several times, giving her just enough time in between to call out the count. Each stroke left a dull red welt. He paused to fondle and pinch one burning asscheek, then struck again at the top of her left thigh. It was a real stinger. "Six." Rachel was panting, breathing in short oral gasps. With each breath, her body jerked slightly, rubbing her crotch gently against the arm of the couch. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her pussy dripping, filling the room with her scent. Michael struck again with a vertical stroke along the crack of her ass.? The tip whipped around between her legs. She gasped sharply, clenching her buttocks and thighs together. After a moment she called the number. "Seven." He waited for her to unclench her ass, stroking the crack with the tip of the crop. "You don't want any penalty strokes, do you?" he asked. Reluctantly, she relaxed her buttocks and spread her legs. Michael placed one hand against the small of her back, bracing himself. The next few snapped across the top of each thigh, the tip just licking the inner curve of her ass.? Rachel was writhing, bringing her ass up to meet each stroke, calling out the number in a staccato gasp.After number seventeen, Michael paused to admire his work. Rachel's ass was now crossed with a network of thin red marks. He rubbed the edge of the crop across one cheek, then the other. She whimpered, humping the couch. He pushed the crop down into her crotch, sawing the edge up and down between her pussy lips.? Rachel pushed herself backward, rubbing herself awkwardly against it.? Michael moved the crop downward until its edge was moving against her clit. As she started to moan, he snapped it very hard against her left cheek. "Aiieeah!" Rachel yelled. "Eighteen." Michael struck her again on the same spot. She yelled again, kicking her legs out and jerking her torso upward. He waited a moment as she settled herself.? "Nineteen," she said hoarsely. Michael pushed one thumb into her rectum and began to rub her clit with his? middle finger. Her pussy was soaked, her juices running down onto the arm of the couch.? She pushed herself against his hand, jerking her hips up and down, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. She whimpered. "Oh, please!" She rubbed herself frantically on his finger.? "Please, Sir, may I come?" "Not yet," he answered, withdrawing his hand. "You have one more to go." She moaned in frustration, desperately humping the couch. "You will be still or we'll start this over from the beginning." She stopped, breathing shallowly, her whole body tense.He waited patiently while her breathing slowed and her body relaxed somewhat.? Then he struck again, hard, vertically between her asscheeks. She jerked spasmodically, grunting. "Twenty," she whispered. "Good girl," he told her, reaching again for her pussy. "Now you may come."? After just a minute of his stroking her clit, she did so; long and hard.? She yelled throughout, bucking her hips, kicking her legs, and straining at her wrist restraints. Michael held her to make sure she didn't fall off the couch.? As her orgasm subsided, he stroked her hair. She nuzzled his palm. "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome, Rachel." He touched her rectum. "I think before we attend to the rest of your discipline, you could use some stretching back here." He grinned. It had been more than a week since he'd fucked her ass, and spanking her had made him hard again. "Yes, Sir." She set herself and spread her legs wider to give him better access. Michael opened a drawer and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. (One of her duties was to keep a full jar of Vaseline handy in each room of the house. She'd been punished once for neglecting the basement.) He scooped out a large dollop and spread it between her asscheeks. He inserted his middle finger and fucked her deeply with it for a minute to work the greasy stuff into her, then undid his pants. After rubbing his fully erect penis between her cheeks to coat it in the lubricant, then placed the head at her rectum. Rachel caught her breath and braced herself. Michael held her by the hips and pushed his cock firmly into her ass, finally lodging himself up to the root. Rachel could feel the full length of his cock in her, stretching her sphincter and creating a sensation that itched and burned and felt good at the same time.? Her ass cheeks still stung from her punishment, making her especially aware of his hips and hands touching her there. She gave a long, satisfied moan.? She never felt so fully owned as when she had her Master's cock in her ass after a thorough spanking. Rachel loved the feeling of being owned, controlled, mastered. For her, that feeling was comfortable, secure, feminine, and deeply arousing.Michael fucked her slowly, enjoying the tightness of her ass, giving her rectum a chance to adapt to his presence. Gradually, he built up speed until he was slamming himself rhythmically into her, slapping her buttocks with his hips.? Rachel grunted with each stroke, her teeth clenched, striving to keep her legs spread wide so that Michael could penetrate her fully. The power of his fucking bounced her crotch rhythmically against the soft leather arm of the couch. Slowly, they each built toward orgasm. Finally, as Michael felt himself nearing the edge, he told Rachel to come, knowing that she was ready. She did so, bucking her hips up and down, yelling with each breath. The sensation of her tightening ass on his cock brought Michael over the edge, too. Slowing his thrusts while increasing their force, he spewed his seed in spurt after spurt deep into her bowels. Finally they stopped, Michael's cock still imbedded in Rachel. He leaned forward, resting his weight on her buttocks and thighs. They were both bathed in sweat, panting slowly. As they calmed, Michael's penis gradually shrank, until he pulled it from her with a faint pop. He released the catch that bound her wrists, leaving the cuffs on, and sat down in front of her. He caressed her hair."Thank you, Master." She waited, knowing better than to move without permission. "You're welcome. Get up and put your clothes away," he told her. Since she was at level two discipline, she would not be allowed to wear clothes, other than lingerie or restraints. "Use the toilet if you need to. Bring a glass of water and a washcloth." Rachel collected her clothing and left the room. She dropped her clothes in a hamper and went into the bathroom. She urinated, squatting clumsily over the toilet?at level two discipline she was not permitted to sit on furniture without Michael's permission. At the moment, this requirement was a blessing, since she didn't want to sit on her tender bottom right now anyway.? Rachel glanced at herself in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door, turning to examine the welts on her bottom. She bent over and looked back between her legs, trying to get Michael's view of her when he was administering her punishment. After a moment, she poured a large glass of water, wet a cloth in warm water, and hurried back to her master. Michael drank some of the water while she cleaned his cock with the washcloth.? He gave her the rest, holding the glass to her mouth and allowing some to spill down her breasts. "Now go get the belt and straps, with the jewelry box." "Should I bring a butt plug, Sir?""No, I have a surprise I've been wanting to try with you." "Yes, Sir." Rachel wondered what the "surprise" was--probably something either uncomfortable or humiliating. Not both, she hoped. She went to the cabinet where the dildos, straps, cuffs, collars, corsets, crops, paddles, switches, vibrators, manacles, blindfolds, gags, chains, and other disciplinary paraphernalia were kept. She gathered the items he had requested and brought them to him. Michael told her to drop the items on the couch. "Kneel," he said. She did so. He picked up a leather belt with three rings and handed it to her. "Put this on." She complied, arranging the belt with two rings in front and one behind. "Bend over. Face against the floor." Rachel pressed her forehead to the floor and pushed her ass up, once more displaying her genitals and rectum. She could feel his sperm oozing from her asshole and pussy, dripping down her toward her thighs in a sticky mess. Her rectum felt a mile wide and her buttocks still stung from her spanking. She wasn't looking forward to the next part of her punishment. Michael stood behind Rachel and watched her obscene display. Her ass was crossed by a network of thin red welts. Vaseline and semen were spread around her asshole, which now showed a visible dark opening with its recent stretching. Periodically, she tightened her rectum, pushing more goo out in small dollops.? Her pussy was wet and twitching, her vaginal lips thick and spread wide.? He grunted in satisfaction. From a bag near the sofa Michael pulled an object that looked like a long thin wig. It consisted of coarse dark hair in the shape of a ponytail. The base was connected at a sharp angle to a thick plastic butt plug, about six inches long.? Reaching between her legs, he gathered some of the messy glop from her crotch and smeared it on the plug. ?Now, you?ve seen but plugs with tails attached.??Yes, Master.??The problem with them is that they flop down between the legs, not like a horse?s tail at all. They look kind of pathetic. So I had this one made especially for you.?He placed it against her butt, paused for dramatic effect, and pushed it in. Rachel made a sound that was something between a gasp and a sigh.?It has a firm core, you see.? With her face against the rug, she couldn?t, but she knew better than to break position in order to look. ?The tail is attached so that it curves upward. Much more realistic.?The outside end of the plug was fitted with three clips. He took three straps from the couch and clipped their ends to the plug. He passed one ring up between her buttocks and clipped it to the belt. It was just long enough to reach. The other two straps went between her legs, on either side of her pubic mound, and clipped tightly to the rings in front. The butt plug was now held snugly in her ass; no amount of squirming or pushing would dislodge it. Because of the way it was constructed, she appeared to have a ponytail growing from her asshole, going up and then curving down like a real tail. Its color was carefully matched to that of her own hair.Rachel wiggled a bit, letting it settle in and getting the feel of it in her.? It provided a constant stimulation, not so extreme as being fucked there, but difficult to forget nonetheless. The hair at the end of the tail tickled her buttocks."Stand up," he told her. Wiggling, she did so. Her head was down, her eyes fixed at crotch level. Her hands were again held behind her back."Walk around." Rachel walked slowly around the room, modeling the tail for her master.? It bobbed back and forth as she walked, but the straps held it in position and kept it from slipping out. "Wiggle your hips," he told her. She complied, the tail swinging back and forth. She felt almost like she was being fucked again as the dildo moved in her ass.? "I like it," he pronounced, grinning. Rachel wasn't sure what to think of the tail. When she walked it moved in her ass much more than a regular butt plug, producing a pleasant sort of fucking sensation. "Come here," he told her. Rachel complied. Michael put his arms around her, fondling her ass and the moving the tail around in her rectum. He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Then he stepped back and grabbed a breast in either hand, kneading them like bread. He held a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching it. As it started to erect, he bent down and bit it. Rachel winced slightly, but Michael could tell that she was turning on again. One of her best qualities as a slave was that with proper handling she could be kept in an almost constant state of arousal. Reaching into the jewelry box that Rachel had brought, he selected a pair of nipple clamps. They consisted of two small alligator clips with the teeth covered in hard rubber. They were connected by a chain about 12 inches long. He clipped one onto her erect nipple. Rachel made a little "ooh" sound and began to breathe more heavily. She squirmed like a puppy and felt the tail move in her ass. "Be still," he told her. Michael repeated the procedure with the other nipple.? "Go put the rest of this stuff away. Get a pair of black stockings and a pair of low black pumps and bring them back here." He wanted to watch her put on stockings with the ponytail in her ass. He started to get hard again, and knew that he would fuck her again before the night was over. "Yes, Sir." As she left the room, Rachel could feel the chain dangling between her nipples. They were already getting a bit sore. Like almost everything Michael did to her, though, the feeling made her horny.

Rachel's slavery1: The Tail"Rachel, come here please."Rachel looked up from dusting the table. "Yes, Michael." She came over and stood by his chair. Michael set his book down and looked up. "Take off your clothes," he told her. She pulled her sweater over her head and took off her sneakers, socks, and jeans. Rachel was wearing nothing underneath except a choker necklace.? She folded her clothes into a neat pile. Michael glanced to the floor and she responded by kneeling before him. He looked at her. She was small and slender, with wide hips and medium-sized breasts. Her hair fell in gentle dark waves to her waist. Her eyes were grey-green, her skin smooth and lightly tanned, her nose straight and long, and her lips full and wide. As he preferred, she wore just a hint of makeup. She knelt as he had taught her, buttocks resting on her heels, legs spread to show her smoothly shaved pubis, back arched and shoulders pulled back to display her firm breasts, wrists crossed behind her. Her lips were parted slightly, showing her straight white teeth. She was lovely. He smiled. "Suck me.? Leaning forward, Rachel undid his fly, lowered his pants, and grasped his semi-erect penis. One hand holding its base, she licked up and down the shaft, then circled the head. She went down his shaft and licked his balls while she pumped his cock with her hand. Very quickly, he was hard. She ran her tongue around each testicle and licked the sensitive area below his scrotum. "Mmm, that's good," he told her. At a nudge from his hand at her neck, she engulfed him in her mouth, pushing her head down until the head of his cock reached the back of her throat. Quickly she bobbed her head up and down, using her lips and tongue to provide maximal sensation. He moaned. She kept moving her mouth on him, keeping up the steady rhythm that she knew he liked. After a few minutes, he decided that he didn't want to come in her mouth.? "Mmmmm ... that's enough," he instructed. Reluctantly, Rachel stopped, resting her lips on the tip. She looked up at him, waiting expectantly. Michael pulled her up to him and kissed her. He slid his tongue into her mouth while he squeezed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, which quickly became erect. At his direction, she knelt over him on the chair and reached down to guide his cock into her wetness. He kissed her neck and shoulders, running his hands across her arms and breasts, then down her sides to her hips, across her smooth pussy, and up her back.? Rachel undid his shirt and rubbed her hands over his hairy chest. He guided her to begin moving up and down, her breasts dangling in his face. He licked and kissed each nipple, then began nibbling on them as he knew she liked.? Gradually he had her move more quickly, and he joined her; thrusting up to meet her with each stroke. She began to moan softly with each thrust. "Please, Michael," she asked, "please may I come?"God, he loved it when she begged. "Not yet." Rachel bounced even faster, trying to push him toward orgasm. The muscles in her vagina began to contract with each thrust as she trembling with the effort to contain herself. "Please!" she begged, starting to lose control. "No." Eyes unfocused, staring into his, she came anyway. Gasping, she drove herself faster, writhing up and down on his cock. "You little bitch!" With a groan, Michael came too, the power of her defiance and the knowledge of how much he would enjoy its consequences driving him over the edge. He grabbed her hips and slammed up into her, feeling his sperm jetting out, filling her.? When they were done she leaned against him and put her head down on his shoulder. She was slick with their sweat. "I'm sorry, Master. I did it again." "No, you're not sorry," he said, caressing the back of her neck, then grasping her by the collar. "But you will be." "I just couldn't stop myself. You were so..." "Save it. You're just digging yourself a deeper hole." "Yes, Sir," she whispered. He stroked her hair and pulled her against him. "All right, sweetheart, you were a naughty girl again. How do you propose to atone?" Perhaps once every couple of weeks, Rachel failed to restrain her orgasm until permission was granted. When she was punished, it was often for this offense. "Master, please punish me for my disobedience." "All right. How would you like to be punished?" "Please spank me with the riding crop, Sir." Rachel tensed her buttocks in anticipation. The riding crop hit hard, but there would be fewer strokes this way. "How many times?" Michael began stroking his finger rhythmically along her vaginal lips. He liked the way they hung down from her smooth pussy when she was kneeling. "Um...Thirty?" "I'd say that is a little severe. Twenty would be more appropriate." Rachel had recently hit on the tactic of asking for more than the accustomed amount of punishment. Although he sometimes gave her the requested number of strokes, she had found that he usually gave her less this way than when she tried to barter up from a lower number. "Twenty would be fine, Sir," she told him. "Anything else?" he asked. "Perhaps a couple of days of discipline would help."? Michael began stroking her clitoris gently. Rachel rubbed herself against his finger in return and felt herself lubricating again, her crotch burning with a tingling itch. "Yes, Sir." Damn. She had hoped to get away with just a spanking. "Maybe...level two discipline and...uh...nipple clamps for 24 hours?" "I like that, but I was thinking of something more penetrating." "A...butt plug?" "Good idea. All right, could you phrase that all into a polite request?" "Yes, Sir." She had to concentrate to overcome the distraction of his rubbing between her legs. "Master, in order to punish me for coming without permission, would you please spank me twenty times with the riding crop, place me on level two discipline, and have me wear a butt plug for 24 hours?" "What about the nipple clamps?" She'd hoped he had forgotten those. "Master, would you please also have me wear nipple clamps for a day?" She rubbed her nipples reflexively against his chest. "Certainly, Rachel. I'm happy to be of assistance." He lifted her off him and guided her to stand, then re-did his clothing. "Go get the long riding crop.? Carry it in your mouth." "Yes, Sir." She hurried to do his bidding, thankful that he wasn't in a vindictive mood. Sometimes he made her crawl on her belly, and sometimes he made her carry it with the tip in her rectum. When she returned with the crop held in her mouth, he was standing by the sofa, his arms crossed. She curtsied deeply (aware of the sexuality that gesture) and knelt before him, presenting the riding crop. He took it from her mouth and patted the arm of the leather sofa. She stood up and bent herself over it, as her had taught her: ass up, legs spread, toes just touching the floor, and her back arched downward, pressing her belly and breasts into the sofa cushion. She crossed her wrists at the small of her back and turned her head to face him. "Very nice," he said, looking at her. Rachel had a firm ass and really good legs. He ran one hand over her buttocks and pressed a finger into her dripping pussy. "But there are a couple of things missing." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white leather collar. Moving her hair to the side, he placed it around her neck and locked the catch. Taking her wrists, he kissed them, then fastened a leather cuff onto each. With a solid click, he locked them together. "Perfect." He stepped back and moved around her, enjoying the view from several angles. He placed the tip of the crop between her vaginal lips, rubbing it up and down.? Rachel moaned. He moved it against her clit, stroking intimately. As she responded, he continued to rub the crop against her for a few more strokes, then abruptly brought it up and smacked it hard across both cheeks of her ass. She gasped. "Count, please," he told her. "One." He struck again, several times, giving her just enough time in between to call out the count. Each stroke left a dull red welt. He paused to fondle and pinch one burning asscheek, then struck again at the top of her left thigh. It was a real stinger. "Six." Rachel was panting, breathing in short oral gasps. With each breath, her body jerked slightly, rubbing her crotch gently against the arm of the couch. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her pussy dripping, filling the room with her scent. Michael struck again with a vertical stroke along the crack of her ass.? The tip whipped around between her legs. She gasped sharply, clenching her buttocks and thighs together. After a moment she called the number. "Seven." He waited for her to unclench her ass, stroking the crack with the tip of the crop. "You don't want any penalty strokes, do you?" he asked. Reluctantly, she relaxed her buttocks and spread her legs. Michael placed one hand against the small of her back, bracing himself. The next few snapped across the top of each thigh, the tip just licking the inner curve of her ass.? Rachel was writhing, bringing her ass up to meet each stroke, calling out the number in a staccato gasp.After number seventeen, Michael paused to admire his work. Rachel's ass was now crossed with a network of thin red marks. He rubbed the edge of the crop across one cheek, then the other. She whimpered, humping the couch. He pushed the crop down into her crotch, sawing the edge up and down between her pussy lips.? Rachel pushed herself backward, rubbing herself awkwardly against it.? Michael moved the crop downward until its edge was moving against her clit. As she started to moan, he snapped it very hard against her left cheek. "Aiieeah!" Rachel yelled. "Eighteen." Michael struck her again on the same spot. She yelled again, kicking her legs out and jerking her torso upward. He waited a moment as she settled herself.? "Nineteen," she said hoarsely. Michael pushed one thumb into her rectum and began to rub her clit with his? middle finger. Her pussy was soaked, her juices running down onto the arm of the couch.? She pushed herself against his hand, jerking her hips up and down, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. She whimpered. "Oh, please!" She rubbed herself frantically on his finger.? "Please, Sir, may I come?" "Not yet," he answered, withdrawing his hand. "You have one more to go." She moaned in frustration, desperately humping the couch. "You will be still or we'll start this over from the beginning." She stopped, breathing shallowly, her whole body tense.He waited patiently while her breathing slowed and her body relaxed somewhat.? Then he struck again, hard, vertically between her asscheeks. She jerked spasmodically, grunting. "Twenty," she whispered. "Good girl," he told her, reaching again for her pussy. "Now you may come."? After just a minute of his stroking her clit, she did so; long and hard.? She yelled throughout, bucking her hips, kicking her legs, and straining at her wrist restraints. Michael held her to make sure she didn't fall off the couch.? As her orgasm subsided, he stroked her hair. She nuzzled his palm. "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome, Rachel." He touched her rectum. "I think before we attend to the rest of your discipline, you could use some stretching back here." He grinned. It had been more than a week since he'd fucked her ass, and spanking her had made him hard again. "Yes, Sir." She set herself and spread her legs wider to give him better access. Michael opened a drawer and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. (One of her duties was to keep a full jar of Vaseline handy in each room of the house. She'd been punished once for neglecting the basement.) He scooped out a large dollop and spread it between her asscheeks. He inserted his middle finger and fucked her deeply with it for a minute to work the greasy stuff into her, then undid his pants. After rubbing his fully erect penis between her cheeks to coat it in the lubricant, then placed the head at her rectum. Rachel caught her breath and braced herself. Michael held her by the hips and pushed his cock firmly into her ass, finally lodging himself up to the root. Rachel could feel the full length of his cock in her, stretching her sphincter and creating a sensation that itched and burned and felt good at the same time.? Her ass cheeks still stung from her punishment, making her especially aware of his hips and hands touching her there. She gave a long, satisfied moan.? She never felt so fully owned as when she had her Master's cock in her ass after a thorough spanking. Rachel loved the feeling of being owned, controlled, mastered. For her, that feeling was comfortable, secure, feminine, and deeply arousing.Michael fucked her slowly, enjoying the tightness of her ass, giving her rectum a chance to adapt to his presence. Gradually, he built up speed until he was slamming himself rhythmically into her, slapping her buttocks with his hips.? Rachel grunted with each stroke, her teeth clenched, striving to keep her legs spread wide so that Michael could penetrate her fully. The power of his fucking bounced her crotch rhythmically against the soft leather arm of the couch. Slowly, they each built toward orgasm. Finally, as Michael felt himself nearing the edge, he told Rachel to come, knowing that she was ready. She did so, bucking her hips up and down, yelling with each breath. The sensation of her tightening ass on his cock brought Michael over the edge, too. Slowing his thrusts while increasing their force, he spewed his seed in spurt after spurt deep into her bowels. Finally they stopped, Michael's cock still imbedded in Rachel. He leaned forward, resting his weight on her buttocks and thighs. They were both bathed in sweat, panting slowly. As they calmed, Michael's penis gradually shrank, until he pulled it from her with a faint pop. He released the catch that bound her wrists, leaving the cuffs on, and sat down in front of her. He caressed her hair."Thank you, Master." She waited, knowing better than to move without permission. "You're welcome. Get up and put your clothes away," he told her. Since she was at level two discipline, she would not be allowed to wear clothes, other than lingerie or restraints. "Use the toilet if you need to. Bring a glass of water and a washcloth." Rachel collected her clothing and left the room. She dropped her clothes in a hamper and went into the bathroom. She urinated, squatting clumsily over the toilet?at level two discipline she was not permitted to sit on furniture without Michael's permission. At the moment, this requirement was a blessing, since she didn't want to sit on her tender bottom right now anyway.? Rachel glanced at herself in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door, turning to examine the welts on her bottom. She bent over and looked back between her legs, trying to get Michael's view of her when he was administering her punishment. After a moment, she poured a large glass of water, wet a cloth in warm water, and hurried back to her master. Michael drank some of the water while she cleaned his cock with the washcloth.? He gave her the rest, holding the glass to her mouth and allowing some to spill down her breasts. "Now go get the belt and straps, with the jewelry box." "Should I bring a butt plug, Sir?""No, I have a surprise I've been wanting to try with you." "Yes, Sir." Rachel wondered what the "surprise" was--probably something either uncomfortable or humiliating. Not both, she hoped. She went to the cabinet where the dildos, straps, cuffs, collars, corsets, crops, paddles, switches, vibrators, manacles, blindfolds, gags, chains, and other disciplinary paraphernalia were kept. She gathered the items he had requested and brought them to him. Michael told her to drop the items on the couch. "Kneel," he said. She did so. He picked up a leather belt with three rings and handed it to her. "Put this on." She complied, arranging the belt with two rings in front and one behind. "Bend over. Face against the floor." Rachel pressed her forehead to the floor and pushed her ass up, once more displaying her genitals and rectum. She could feel his sperm oozing from her asshole and pussy, dripping down her toward her thighs in a sticky mess. Her rectum felt a mile wide and her buttocks still stung from her spanking. She wasn't looking forward to the next part of her punishment. Michael stood behind Rachel and watched her obscene display. Her ass was crossed by a network of thin red welts. Vaseline and semen were spread around her asshole, which now showed a visible dark opening with its recent stretching. Periodically, she tightened her rectum, pushing more goo out in small dollops.? Her pussy was wet and twitching, her vaginal lips thick and spread wide.? He grunted in satisfaction. From a bag near the sofa Michael pulled an object that looked like a long thin wig. It consisted of coarse dark hair in the shape of a ponytail. The base was connected at a sharp angle to a thick plastic butt plug, about six inches long.? Reaching between her legs, he gathered some of the messy glop from her crotch and smeared it on the plug. ?Now, you?ve seen but plugs with tails attached.??Yes, Master.??The problem with them is that they flop down between the legs, not like a horse?s tail at all. They look kind of pathetic. So I had this one made especially for you.?He placed it against her butt, paused for dramatic effect, and pushed it in. Rachel made a sound that was something between a gasp and a sigh.?It has a firm core, you see.? With her face against the rug, she couldn?t, but she knew better than to break position in order to look. ?The tail is attached so that it curves upward. Much more realistic.?The outside end of the plug was fitted with three clips. He took three straps from the couch and clipped their ends to the plug. He passed one ring up between her buttocks and clipped it to the belt. It was just long enough to reach. The other two straps went between her legs, on either side of her pubic mound, and clipped tightly to the rings in front. The butt plug was now held snugly in her ass; no amount of squirming or pushing would dislodge it. Because of the way it was constructed, she appeared to have a ponytail growing from her asshole, going up and then curving down like a real tail. Its color was carefully matched to that of her own hair.Rachel wiggled a bit, letting it settle in and getting the feel of it in her.? It provided a constant stimulation, not so extreme as being fucked there, but difficult to forget nonetheless. The hair at the end of the tail tickled her buttocks."Stand up," he told her. Wiggling, she did so. Her head was down, her eyes fixed at crotch level. Her hands were again held behind her back."Walk around." Rachel walked slowly around the room, modeling the tail for her master.? It bobbed back and forth as she walked, but the straps held it in position and kept it from slipping out. "Wiggle your hips," he told her. She complied, the tail swinging back and forth. She felt almost like she was being fucked again as the dildo moved in her ass.? "I like it," he pronounced, grinning. Rachel wasn't sure what to think of the tail. When she walked it moved in her ass much more than a regular butt plug, producing a pleasant sort of fucking sensation. "Come here," he told her. Rachel complied. Michael put his arms around her, fondling her ass and the moving the tail around in her rectum. He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Then he stepped back and grabbed a breast in either hand, kneading them like bread. He held a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching it. As it started to erect, he bent down and bit it. Rachel winced slightly, but Michael could tell that she was turning on again. One of her best qualities as a slave was that with proper handling she could be kept in an almost constant state of arousal. Reaching into the jewelry box that Rachel had brought, he selected a pair of nipple clamps. They consisted of two small alligator clips with the teeth covered in hard rubber. They were connected by a chain about 12 inches long. He clipped one onto her erect nipple. Rachel made a little "ooh" sound and began to breathe more heavily. She squirmed like a puppy and felt the tail move in her ass. "Be still," he told her. Michael repeated the procedure with the other nipple.? "Go put the rest of this stuff away. Get a pair of black stockings and a pair of low black pumps and bring them back here." He wanted to watch her put on stockings with the ponytail in her ass. He started to get hard again, and knew that he would fuck her again before the night was over. "Yes, Sir." As she left the room, Rachel could feel the chain dangling between her nipples. They were already getting a bit sore. Like almost everything Michael did to her, though, the feeling made her horny.

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After I left the lawyer's office, Gary disappeared with Hilda. They drove away, and she was visibly shaken. I drove home, thinking aboutwhat had just happened and I'll admit it: I was hard as hell. My wife was now owned, literally, by another man. He had the last word on whereshe went, what she wore, who she fucked, and whether she stayed or left. I tried half heartedly to make dinner, but I was so turned on I couldn't concentrate. I'll be the first to admit I had fantasized about this very...

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Thank you, guys, for your appreciation and feedback. It really means a lot. This is the end of slavery where Simi and I explored our BDSM fantasy. If you haven’t read the earlier parts, I would recommend to please read them to get the context and characters of the story. I had a struggling night with my hands and legs cuffed, and the Mistress had a sound sleep after two orgasms yesterday. The clock was about to tick at 8 AM. I got up and climbed on the bed, and my Mistress was still sleeping. I...

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