An Unexpected Master, Part 3

I was fortunate that Charles let me down within an hour or so.  In that time, I had a great deal of opportunity to think about how I got here.  I realized that if I was going to survive, I was going to have to find a way to live with how my life had gotten completely out of control.  It was a long night in bed, cradling my sore breasts in my arms.

The next day, Tuesday, I really hoped my Master would give me a day off.  I needed it.  Even putting on my sports bra to go to the gym was painful.  The marks from the cane clearly showed on my tits, fortunately below the neckline.  Fortunately, they were not heavy bruises, and should disappear quickly.  One of the things about me is that I heal quickly.

I habitually work out in sports bra and shorts or yoga pants sets, without a t-shirt over it.  I always used to like the looks I got from the guys at the gym.  My 34Gs look awesome in just a sports bra.  Now I wonder each day if one of them is my mysterious Master.

Today I tried to stick to weights, so as not to move my breasts too much.  It was a good workout, leaving me tired.  Heading home, I feared what was going to happen after my shower.  Almost always, that was when my Master asserted his control over me.

Coming out of the bathroom, I heard his voice from the speaker, as always.  “Present yourself.”  Getting up on the bed, nude, as required, I knelt in place.  It was at least fifteen minutes before my Master spoke again.

“I like the cane marks.  I suspect from the way you were screaming that the caning was very painful.  Was it?”  There was only one reply possible.  “Yes, Master.”  His response was unexpected: “I wonder if this will be more painful to you.”  There was about a minute of silence, making me wonder what he meant.  Then the speaker in the spy camera began to speak again, for the first time in a different voice.

At first, all I could hear was the sound of a woman screaming.  Whoever she was, the sound she was making was horrifying.  It was clear the woman was in intense pain.  There was also a strange buzzing noise in the background.  It seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place it.  After a minute, the sound stopped, and so did the screaming.  I could hear the woman, whoever she was, breathing hard.

A moment later, I heard a my Master’s voice.  “Will you fail me again?”  Then the woman spoke.  “No, Master.”  I knew that voice.  It was Annmarie.  He was letting me know that he had punished Annmarie for my failure yesterday.  It came crashing in on me that I had caused her to suffer such agony.  The shame of what I had done, and had failed to do, was almost unbearable.

In response, the buzzing sound began again, immediately followed by Annmarie’s screams of pain.  She clearly was being punished by our Master, but I didn’t know how.  This lasted another minute or so, as I knelt there, crying for the pain I had caused her to endure.

The speaker went silent again for several minutes.  I knelt on the bed, tears rolling down my face as I thought about how Annmarie had been a victim of my pride, my inability to control myself and do as I had been commanded.  It hurt more for me to think about how she had suffered at least as badly as I had.  I had no idea what our Master had done to her, only that it clearly was incredibly painful.

After at least a half an hour of silence, I finally heard my Master again.  “Go about your day.”  At least I had an easier day today.  I had gotten used to being nude around the house, which was oddly liberating, so the day went by as quietly as possible.  Charles caused me no trouble either, a fact for which I was grateful.

But it was only one day.  Wednesday morning, at my usual presentment, I was summoned to the apartment.  I wondered as I got dressed and walked to my car who I would find when I arrived this time. 

I had noticed this morning that the cane marks were gone.  While my tits were not completely normal, they were not in pain anymore, either.  For this I was grateful.  I didn’t think I could perform for anyone the way my breasts felt yesterday.

Entering the condo, I noticed immediately that one of the clothes bins was closed, with the red light on.  I was fairly certain that this meant I was not alone, and likely my companion was another slave.  A quick glance down the hall revealed that the bedroom door was closed.  With the usual command given to strip, I went to the bin, took off everything but my heels and jewelry, as always, then walked as directed to the bedroom door.

As I approached, I heard the lock click open.  Pushing on the panel, it opened to reveal Annmarie laying on the bed, waiting for me.  As I expected, she was nude, except for her heels, some pretty dangling diamond earrings, and a gold necklace.  I couldn’t see any obvious places on her body where she had been punished.  She was smiling, but still with that sad look in her eyes.

I stood there a moment, trying to decide what to do.  I had resolved that I was going to go through with this, but I didn’t know how to even get started.  Annmarie solved that for me, saying, “Come here, my love, and lay down with me.”  That gave me an idea on what to do.

I walked the few steps to this huge California king bed, then climbed up on the end.  I crawled down its length, with my 34Gs hanging beneath me.  When I got to Annmarie, I kept myself above her, looking down at her beautiful body as I passed above her, allowing my blonde locks to drag along her skin.  Reaching her face, propped up on the pillows, I crawled just a little bit more, until my tits were hanging directly before her.  Doing exactly what I expected, Annmarie reached up, pulled my left breast toward her, and began to suck on my nipple, while working the other nipple with her fingers.

I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and began to moan.  My nipples are not as sensitive as they were before the implants, but they still are very sensitive (another reason the clamps hurt so much!).  I let her work on my tits for several minutes, to get me wound up.  I needed to feel good enough to make the next move.

Normally I am all about going slow, but this time, I knew I had to move as fast as I could.  I took several deep breaths, then pushed myself off, sliding down the bed.  In just a moment, I had my head buried between Annmarie’s legs, my tongue out, lapping at her clit.  It took me a few seconds after I got there to realize I would get a better angle by putting my arms under her legs.  As soon as I did that, she started squirming, making it clear to me that I had here exactly where she needed to be.

I kept this simple.  I kept my tongue below her clit, and just kept on it.  As fast as I could, as hard as I could, doing everything I could to make her come.  Her breathing came faster, then the moans began.  After just a few minutes, I could tell Annmarie was about to come.

Suddenly, she arched her back, pulling herself up off the bed, screaming in orgasm.  Annmarie tried to close her legs and pull herself away from me, but I had my arms hooked under her legs, so she couldn’t move.  I kept up with my tongue, harder and harder, while Annmarie continued to scream.  She was trying to close her legs, putting a lot of force on the sides of my head, but I wouldn’t let go.  I wanted to do this right and give her a mind-blower.  Her struggles against me went on for over half a minute until she finally managed to wriggle loose.

When she got free from my attentions, Annmarie fell back on the pillows, panting hard.  She had clearly come so hard she had no concept of what to do next.  I slid out from between her legs and snuggled up against her as she lay there, trying to get her breath.  It was fun to have turned the tables.  I was just so sorry she had to suffer first to get to this moment.

After several minutes to calm herself, Annmarie turned over to look at me.  “Well, that was unexpected.”  I had to tell her, “I’m so sorry I hurt you.  I didn’t want that at all.”  She cut me off: “No.  Don’t say anything.  It isn’t your fault, and I can’t say anything anyway.”  I didn’t know what to say, it seemed like a rejection after I had overcome my weakness to save her more pain.

It must have shown on my face.  “Dawn, it is all right.  I went through the same transition.  Understand, you are bisexual now.  And I want you to understand something else…”  She got quiet for a moment.  “I love you.”

Talk about having your world change.  I really didn’t know what to say.  No woman had ever told me that before.  In a moment, Annmarie was on top of me, French kissing me while her hands roamed all over my body.  She was squeezing my breasts, running them through my hair, and licking my neck.  This went on for several minutes before she finally went to work on my clit.

I should have expected it, but Annmarie tried to do the same thing I did, that is, not let go when I came.  She locked her arms around my legs and kept going as hard as I could.  It was like waves of pleasure crashing over me.  I started screaming in excitement.  If it was going to be like this every time, I might be able to get used to being with a woman.

Something also told me this couldn’t last.  I was going to have to pay for this eventually.  I lay there with Annmarie for a few minutes before we heard our Master’s voice.  “Present yourselves.”  It felt strange as I knelt up on the bed with Annmarie next to me.  I knew she was a slave like me, but to have another woman kneeling nude with you, when neither of you know your Master who had enslaved you to his will, is hard to understand.

“Dawn, you have done well.  I am glad to see you accept your rightful place as a lesbian.  Annmarie, I am glad to see no further encouragement is required.  You know what to do.”  She replied, “Yes, Master.”

I wondered what she was going to do.  I watched as she got off the bed, leaned over to me and kissed me full on the lips, whispering again, “I love you,” then walked to the door.  A moment later, the door snapped shut behind her.  I knelt in silence, waiting.

After a few minutes, my Master spoke again.  “Dawn, collect the blindfold from the top drawer of the nightstand and put it on, then return to where you are now.”  The blindfold.  That meant it was likely my Master was about to put in an appearance.

I did as I was told.  A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened quietly and I heard my Master’s voice, this time in the room with me.  “I have to say, Dawn, that you have an absolutely enormous rack and a great body.  You take care of yourself, when so many cunts don’t.” 

I hated both those words – “rack” and “cunt”.  They were so degrading, intentionally designed to hurt.  And they did hurt.  I know my breasts are bigger than most, and I know I am his slave, but I hate being called that anyway.  But all I could say was, “Yes, Master.”

“I know your tits are fake.  I don’t care.  But I do find it interesting that I can’t see any scars.  So huge, but no scars.  Your surgeon was magnificent.”  Yes, I have 600cc implants in my breasts.  But they are saline, not silicone.  That makes a difference.  They are a little less firm, but you can put much bigger ones in with a tiny cut, because they go in empty and are filled once inside the woman.  In my case, the surgeon made his cuts right at the bottom edge of the areole and matched the border perfectly, so they are invisible to anything less than the closest inspection.

“Last time, I just took you, to mark you as my property.  This time, I am going to fuck you in a way that lets you understand better who has taken control of your life.  And I am going to enjoy making you do all the work.”

With that, I felt him getting up on the bed.  I realized that this time, somehow, he was already undressed.  My Master lay down on the bed next to me, then said, “Turn around and come ride my cock, slave.”  I had no choice.  He was going to fuck me whether I liked it or not.  Once more, I was about to be raped.

I got up on my knees and shuffled around until I was facing him, still blindfolded.  I could tell he was just to my left.  I bent forward until I could crawl, then moved up the bed toward him.  When I felt his body next to me, I lifted myself up to move on top of him.

My Master put his hands on my hips and guided me over him.  He felt so strong and powerful.  This time I was more oriented to where I was, so I could pay more attention to what he felt like.

I think I have said this, but I am really small and light, only 110.  He practically picked me up with his hands and centered me over his cock.  Then he slowly lowered me down until I felt him pressing at my pussy lips.  I realized that he was rock hard and had a huge head.  I don’t remember him being this big the first time, but then again, I was completely frightened that day.  I was still frightened now, but at least I had it better under control.

He pushed inside of me, then let go of me unexpectedly.  I dropped straight down on his cock, forcing me open wide.  He was really wide and hard, making me scream out as he forced the air from my lungs.  I put my hands down on his chest and almost snatched them back up.  I couldn’t believe what my hands found beneath me.

His chest was solid as a rock and well developed.  His stomach was flat as a board and all muscle.  Who was in me, a lumberjack?  After a moment, he bucked a moment to make it clear I had better start moving. 

I started riding him, using my arms to push myself up, but that didn’t last.  My Master told me, “Put your hands on your head.”  Apparently he liked the show with Charles the other day where I fucked him with just my legs.  That takes concentration, but all my prior boyfriends have told me they like it better that way.  So I put my hands behind my head, pushed my breasts out in front of me, and started fucking my Master, still blindfolded.

In just a moment, I got another shock.  His hands wrapped around my 34Gs, squeezing them like melons.  His hands were big and strong, fully wrapping around my massive breasts.  I knew he could feel the implants, but I guess he didn’t care.  He was holding me almost vertical as I rode him, pushing me up higher and letting me drop.  He kept my tits off my chest, using them as handles to control me.

Harder and harder I was dropping onto him.  Even though I was being raped, my body was betraying me.  I got into being fucked like this, no matter who was fucking me.  I know I shouldn’t like this, but I couldn’t control my body.  My breathing sped up, getting deeper, setting me up to come.  I didn’t want to come, but I couldn’t control myself.

I started having a rolling orgasm as my Master punched his cock into me even harder.  I was bucking on top of him, screaming now, showing clearly I was coming.  Suddenly, I felt him push me up as high as he could, pressing with his hips as well as his hands.  As he dropped me the last time, the heat of his come inside me gushed out.  Yet again I had been raped by my Master.

I collapsed onto his chest, trying to control my emotions.  I almost reached for the blindfold as I brought my hands off my head, but I decided at the last moment that might be a bad idea, maybe even dangerous.  I just decided to lay there for a moment, feeling his strong body under me.

It was only a moment before he dumped me off him onto the mattress without warning.  I ended up in a pile, wondering what he was going to do.  I didn’t have long to wait.  My Master got up and stood next to the bed for a moment before telling me, “That was a decent fuck, slave.  Your rack is fun to play with and well built. I am going to enjoy owning you.  I have high hopes for what you may become.”

With that, he walked to the door.  I heard it open, then shut behind me.  I lay there on the bed, crying into my blindfold, feeling his cum leaking out of my pussy.  I wondered how many times I was going to be raped by this man, a man I didn’t even know.  I didn’t know what to do, how to get away, nothing. 

Why is it men think things like this are so simple?  My emotions were running riot in my head, keeping me completely off balance.  I needed some stability, but there was none to be found.  I was in a spiral, falling, without a clue what to do.

I don’t know how long I lay there before my Master’s voice came from the speaker.  “Get up, Dawn.  Get dressed and leave.”  I did as I was told, walking on my heels, which were still on my feet, out into the front room.  As before, the clothes box was open, the green light showing.

I slowly pulled my clothes on, then discovered something was wrong.  My bra was missing.  He must have taken it.  Kind of annoying, and juvenile really.  I admit that particular bra was one of my favorites, all black lace and satin.  More annoying, I was going to have to go home without a bra.  Considering that I had worn my blue satin snap-closed blouse, that was going to be really obvious as the girls would be bouncing all over the place.  At least all I had to do was walk to the car.

Of course, as luck would have it, there was a man standing in the hallway as I came out of the elevator.  The clicking of my heels on the shiny tile floor caught his attention.  He got a real show as I walked a good hundred feet down the hall to the door to the parking lot, my breasts bouncing wildly under my blouse.  I realized that he could see that my tits were free in the gaps between the snaps.  If I moved wrong, I would even show my areoles and nipples.

I tried to hide my embarrassment.  The only thing I could say for sure was that whoever he was, he wasn’t my Master.  Far too thin for the chest I had felt a few minutes before.  I hope he enjoyed the show.  Bu the guy certainly stared enough.  I hope he enjoyed the show.

It was actually kind of early when I got back home, so I had to follow the rules.  I stripped myself nude when I got in the house and carried my clothes to the bedroom.  Apparently my Master was watching, because I heard, “That’s a good girl,” come from the speakers in the cameras.  I remembered to get a new bra out, and got re-dressed a couple hours later before Charles got home.

Thursday was quiet.  I presented myself as normal, waiting for the usual fifteen minutes or so.  Interestingly, for the first time in a while, I got to masturbate with my Hitachi wand.  I must have been deemed to have been a good enough fuck for him yesterday. 

Once I came, the order to go on with my day came.  Spending the day nude can be liberating, in a sense.  I just wish it was because I had decided to do it myself, not be enslaved.  Honestly, I needed the day off.  I had spent more time being a slave recently than I had doing my real job.  I could get away with that for a little while, but sooner or later, that was going to become a problem.  A full day of work was just what I needed.  At least it let me get caught up there, so I had more time when I inevitably was called to my new, unpaid job, as a sex slave for my Master.

Friday morning, almost as soon as I got up on the bed, my Master spoke up, telling me to get dressed and get to the condo.  This was becoming a habit.  I didn’t waste time.  The very fact that my Master had not waited the usually delay to speak to me made me wonder what was up.

I drove downtown, parked, and headed inside.  Opening the door to the apartment, there was no immediate sign that anything was unusual.  I stood in the main room for a minute or two before I heard my Master from the speakers.  “Strip.  Leave on the heels and jewelry.  Go to the bedroom and wait.”  Off my clothes came again and into the bin.  As the lid closed and the red light came on, I wondered if this time I would have a bra when I got back.

I walked to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.  The door closed on its own behind me.  It took a few minutes, then he spoke again through the speakers.  “Retrieve your blindfold and put it on.”  Opening the same drawer, I retrieved a blindfold from several inside and put it on.  Now all I could do was wait.

I must have laid there for fifteen minutes or more before I heard the lock on the door click.  As soon as it opened, I realized it was another woman.  I could hear her heels on the hardwood floor.  She came over to the bed, but stopped to reach in the same drawer I had been in.  From the sound of leather, I decided she had pulled on a blindfold as well.  The satin comforter rustled as she climbed onto the bed.

I felt her as she slid in next to me.  In a moment, I realized that Annmarie was on the bed with me.  It didn’t take much thought to understand what was about to happen.  Since we were both blindfolded, I suspected that our Master was about to make an appearance. 

I rolled over to face her, and we wrapped our arms in a tight embrace.  She kissed me, long and hard, giving me quite a bit of tongue.  I heard her whisper to me, “The Master is coming.  Please make sure you put on a good show for him.  I don’t want punished again.”  I could feel the heat of her large breasts pressed into mine, as her legs pulled her body tight into me. 

I didn’t know what kind of show we were going to put on though.  Did he expect us to have lesbian sex together in front of him?  Or we both going to service our Master?  Maybe something else.  The mind dizzying array of possibilities had me completely confused.  I just hoped I could do what was expected of me.

We lay there together, just holding each other, until we heard the door lock click again.  It swung open, then silence.  After a few moments, I could sense our Master standing there, looking at us.  Then he chuckled.

“Well, my slaves.  You look so happy together.  Why don’t you show me how happy you are?”  I got the hint immediately, and so did Annmarie.  We started kissing and roaming our hands over each other’s bodies.  I have to admit, I loved the feeling of caressing her breasts, which I noticed the first time were all natural.  I felt a corner of the bed compress, as if our Master had sat down to watch.

Annmarie was really going at it with me.  She was more aggressive than I had ever seen her.  After only a few moments, she pushed me on my back, slid down, and was sucking on my right breast while working the nipple of my left breast with her fingers.  I had my hands working the sides of her breasts as she was just below me.  I could feel the warmth spreading in my chest as she sensitized my tits.  I started making moaning sounds as Annmarie began to excite me.

It only took another moment before she was sliding down over my stomach to reach my pussy with her tongue.  I really want this – I still say I am not a lesbian or bisexual – but it did make me feel good.  I put my hands on Annmarie’s head and worked her fiery red locks as she licked my clit, making me breathe even deeper.

Suddenly, I felt our Master moving.  He moved behind Annmarie and lifted her up onto her knees.  I realized that he was going to enter her from behind.  I was too tangled up in Annmarie’s ministrations to understand what that was going to mean for me.

In a moment, our Master penetrated into her, thrusting hard.  In a flash, it became clear to me what was happening.  He was hitting her so hard with his cock that he was making my breasts bounce up and down on my chest, like he was fucking me, not her.  He was forcing her face into my pussy so hard that I could feel all of her against me.  It was a really strange feeling.

Unfortunately, it also meant that Annmarie was losing focus on what she was trying to do.  I realized she was slipping, not putting the same effort into me as she was just a minute ago.  She had gotten tangled up in her own feeling as our Master was fucking her, not paying attention to business.  I loved the feeling of my breasts sliding up and down my chest, but this was completely weird.  I could still feel her working on my clit, but I wasn’t going to come like this anytime soon.

That must have been the point.  I could tell Annmarie was getting ready to come.  What I didn’t know was that apparently our Master was looking at me and realized that Annmarie was more interested in her own pleasure than mine.  Within another minute she screamed out as she came, collapsing down away from me.

That turned out to be a mistake.  Our Master quickly chastised her.  “Annmarie, I am disappointed in you.  I thought you knew better.  This will result in a serious punishment later.”  I could hear the fear in her voice when she whimpered, “Yes, Master.”  I wondered what that was going to mean for her.  I knew it couldn’t be good.

In the meantime, I needed to focus.  Our Master had an idea.  “Dawn, fuck her, but whatever you do, you may not make Annmarie come unless I say so.  Do you understand?”  My reply was more confident, but still the same, “Yes, Master.”

I helped Annmarie roll over on her back.  I could tell by the way she felt that she was scared at what had happened.  I whispered to her, “Relax, it will be ok.”  I felt like that if looked in her eyes I would see not only the sadness, but now fear.  She had been punished by our Master before, and knew that it was going to hurt.  But the fact that he had specified a severe punishment was disturbing.  All I could do was try to make her feel better now.

I started kissing her, then worked my way slowly down her neck, tonguing the hollows I knew were sensitive.  I moved down to Annmarie’s tits, working them gently and softly, trying to release the tension I could feel in her.  I went on like this for several minutes, slowing working my way across her body.

As I started to move to her pussy, I heard our Master speak again.  “Turn around and get on top of her, 69 style.”  I didn’t even bother to respond with my voice, as my mouth was full of nipple.  I just let go of Annmarie and moved as I was told.  It only took me a moment and I was on top of her again, facing away from our Master.

As soon as I was in place, I felt him moving behind me.  Before I could do anything else, I heard a click, but wasn’t sure what it was.  A moment later, when I felt the cold of the lube dripping onto my ass, the answer became obvious.

This scared me even more, because I knew where our Master had gotten this idea.  He had said he had all of Jimmy’s emails, and this was one of the favorite fantasies Jimmy never got to try.  He wanted to fuck me in the ass, in my secret desire, while another woman was licking my clit.  I realized our Master was going to do what Jimmy never could.

The feeling as he started to push his way inside me was very different from Jimmy.  For one thing, my Master was much bigger.  By that alone, it hurt.  He also had a very different style, much more commanding.  He pushed firmly into me, going balls deep in one long, smooth stroke.  The pain from that was almost overwhelming.  It forced all the air out of me and made me cry out, drawing a chuckle from our Master.  I tried to breathe deeply as he got inside my most difficult hole.

Our Master started stroking into me, hard.  I had to push myself up on my arms to get straight enough for him to fuck my ass without it hurting too much.  That made my breasts hang beneath me, but Annmarie was able to keep licking my clit.  There was no way I could get to hers, but of course, I wasn’t supposed to make her come, so that fit, I guessed.  I couldn’t believe how good this felt, even as I reminded myself I was being raped.  I don’t understand why a woman’s body betrays her like this.

I got lost in the feeling.  The pleasure waves kept hitting me, as I got fucked my favorite way, in my ass.  My Master really did know what he was doing, and I hate to admit it, but he was better than Jimmy.  With a bigger cock, he was really getting me going.  It didn’t hurt anymore now, it just made me want to come.

The same with Annmarie on my clit.  I won’t admit I like being pleasured by a woman, and I’m not a lesbian, but it felt so good.  I started rocking back into both of them, making my tits swing under me.  I wanted to come so bad.

I felt the heat as my Master came inside me.  Just a moment later, I orgasmed as well, from the combination of his cock in my ass and Annmarie licking my clit.  I screamed and shook in a really hard one.  I had gotten what I wanted at last, and Jimmy hadn’t done it for me.  Good – he had turned out to be an ass.  Being raped by my Master was actually better.

What a screwed up view of the world I suddenly had!

I didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself up, but fortunately, I didn’t have to find out.  Our Master pulled out of me and stepped back, allowing me to roll off Annmarie onto the bed.  I needed a few moments to compose myself after that mind-blowing orgasm and my emotional confusion.

Annmarie rolled over and cuddled up close to me, face to face.  I couldn’t see her because we were both blindfolded, but I knew what her face had to show – fear.  I had no idea what was going to happen, but I suspected she did.  I could tell by the way she was trembling in my arms that she was afraid of what our Master was going to do to her.

It didn’t take long.  I heard our Master open a drawer and pull something out, with the clear rattle of a chain.  He moved over to the bed where we were laying, then pulled Annmarie’s hair out of the way.  I felt what he had in his hands brush me as he pulled it around her neck – a stiff leather collar, with what had to be a chain leash.  Our Master fitted it around Annmarie’s neck, tightly.

As he clipped the leash to the back, I heard her whisper to me, “I love you.”  Our Master tugged on the leash, pulling her out of the bed onto the floor.  I could tell Annmarie was crawling, then our Master’s ominous words, “You are going across the hall.”  She had told me what that meant – to the torture room.  It hurt to think about what was going to happen to her.

The door closed behind them, then silence.  It was at least fifteen minutes that I lay there, still in darkness behind my blindfold.  I hated wearing it, but I had no choice.  I knew that, had I been stupid enough to take it off and see my Master, I might not have ever left that apartment.  Better to do what I was told.

Finally, I heard my Master’s voice over the speakers.  “Get up and get dressed.  Do not try to leave until I tell you to do so.”  I responded, as always, “Yes, Master,” got off the bed and walked to the door as the lock clicked open.  The lid on the bin was open when I arrived, and all my clothes were inside.  I got dressed, then stood there, not daring to sit down.

After about two minutes, his voice was heard again.  “There is a box on the counter.  It is a gift for your husband.  Take it to him, tell him it is from you, and ask him to use it to its maximum potential tonight.  You may look to see what it is when you get home.”  Again, my only reply, “Yes, Master.”

Looking around, I saw the box.  It was about four inches wide and deep, and about two feet long.  Brown cardboard, taped closed with packing tape, and unremarkable.  I picked it up and found it weighed several pounds and rattled a bit, sounding like wood and metal.  Not knowing what else to do, I opened the door and headed to my car.

Arriving home, I had about two hours until Charles returned for the weekend, so I stripped nude as required, then found a knife to open the box.  When I dumped the contents out on the kitchen table, in full view of one of the spy cameras, it took me several seconds to figure out what I had before me.  Two curved pieces of wood, about eighteen inches long, four to six inches wide, and an inch thick, plus an adjustable leather strap about two inches wide and two feet long, and several long metal bolts.  The wood had holes in it at regular intervals on one side of each, and a hole in the outside of the curve of one of them.  I looked into the box, hoping to find something else and spied a piece of paper at the bottom, so I reached down and pulled it out.

The instructions made it clear what I had in my hands.  It was a tit crusher.  The two plates were held apart by the bolts, and the strap connected on the back side with a rachet.  The idea was to put a woman’s breasts between the plates, pull the strap tight behind her back, and then turn the wingnuts on the bolts down as tight as the dominant wanted to go.  This was going to be another long Friday night, I could already see. 

I noticed that the instructions mentioned add-ons that were not in the box.  That must be what the extra holes were for.  By now familiar with how my Master thought, I figured those add-ons would turn up later.

The problem was that Charles and I already had plans.  We were going to go out to a special place he had found, a French bistro that someone had opened downtown, for what was supposed to be a celebration of him completing a major project at work.  I had even picked up a special dress several weeks ago, before this disaster began, that I knew he would like.  As I thought about it, I decided that the best thing to do was simply go through with the plan and let Charles play with both of his new toys.

I had to start getting ready soon, and I absolutely wanted to make sure I got the smell of Annmarie and my Master off of me, so as to give him no suspicion.  It also allowed me to get ready in peace.

I had a great dress for this evening.  It was gunmetal silver metallic, with black edging and thin black straps that held the front up and crossed on my otherwise uncovered back.  The dress was full length, and the dip in the front showed a moderate amount of cleavage, but the front really wasn’t wide enough.  It showed about half an inch of the outer sides my breasts on the sides from the front, and all the sides and undersides were exposed if you looked from the side.  I knew Charles would like it, because he loves to show my 34Gs off.

I was right.  He did.  We ended up parading up and down the street a little bit, even though it was a bit chilly outside, just so he could show me off.  I had to be careful, too.  One fast turn and everything would slide out.

Before we left for dinner, I quietly went back in the bedroom and set out the tit crusher and my steel cuffs on the bed.  This was going to be hard enough without Charles getting ideas of stringing me up again and beating me with the cane.  I knew I had to wear it, and what my Master had told me to do with it, but I had to keep it to nothing more.  I left a note on the crusher using the exact words my Master had used, writing, “Use this to its maximum potential.”

When we got home, I sat down on the couch and waited.  It didn’t take too long before Charles went back to the bedroom and saw what was there.  I think he expected something, this being the third weekend in a row now where I, at least to the way he saw it, wanted to play S&M games.  He was back there for a few minutes before I heard the call to come back.

My silver sequined booties made that clicking noise I love so much on the hardwood floor of the hall as I walked to the rear.  When I walked into the room, Charles had a huge grin on his face.  I knew he would like the crusher.  He loves how big my tits are now and thinks that he can do anything with them.  I smiled, but inside, I just wanted to get this over with.

Charles pushed the straps of the dress off my shoulders, then pulled it down off my hips, leaving me nude.  It only took him a moment to pull my arms behind me and put the leather padded steel cuffs on my wrists, padlocking them behind me.  My collar went on a moment later, followed by the leash.  The blindfold went into place, then the mouthguard gag.  Charles knelt down and put the shackles on my ankles, then the hobble chain.  As before, I was now fully restrained.

I heard him pick up the crusher from the bed, then he took my leash in hand and started for the hallway.  Like an animal again, I had no choice but to hobble along on my platform heels, while shackled, behind him.  I hate doing this.  I was trying not to start crying already, because I knew that would excite him more and do me no good.

We walked, somewhat unexpectedly, into the living room.  I realized to my horror that, as I came down the hall, the curtains were open and the inside lights on.  That meant that, if anyone was outside in the field, they would see me bound as a slave, having my tits tortured.  The humiliation of that was almost unbearable.  All I could do was hope that the field was empty.

When we got into the middle of the room, pressure on my shoulders let me know to kneel.  At least it is carpeted in here, and so easier on my knees.  Charles moved my hobble chain over the wrist padlocks, keeping me firmly on my knees.  I heard him sit down on the couch and start fiddling with the crusher, probably trying to figure out how to put it on me.

After a few minutes, I felt Charles fumbling at my chest.  I could tell he was fitting the plates above and below my breasts, with a bolt in between and one on each side.  It actually was a tight fit side-to-side, but he got it on, pulling each breast all the way through.  The back sides of the plates were firmly against my chest, both above and below.  The strap went around my back and was ratcheted tight, making sure the crusher would not come loose.  I knew what was coming next.

I felt pressure as Charles started turning the wingnuts on the bolts on the sides, slowly closing the plates.  It was some small consolation to know that he was doing it right, turning a few turns on the sides, then matching it with the bolt in the middle.  It took him about a minute before the pressure really started.

Eventually, the pressure started to do what it was supposed to do – crush my tits, which also cut off the blood flow.  Charles began to turn the nuts more slowly, deliberately.  Finally, when the plates had moved over an inch closer together, I let out my first sounds of pain into the gag.

This was pain like I had not experienced before.  It was much more dull than the clamps, but much deeper.  I could feel my breasts being compressed, and as I had discovered the previous Friday night, the implants would not compress, so they caused even more pain.

Minute by minute, Charles kept turning the wingnuts on the bolts.  Each time he did, I let out another whimper of pain.  It was only a minute more before I broke out into a long, keening moan which the gag did little to suppress.

My breathing became more rapid and shallow.  The pain in my chest kept me from breathing too deeply.  I started to sweat, feeling the pressure on my tits, as well as the pulling down against my chest from the weight of the crusher.  This really hurt.

Charles turned the wingnuts another full turn.  The pain now became sharp.  I was afraid he was going to pop the implants.  I started to scream into the gag.  Another turn of the bolts made me scream louder.  I didn’t know how much more I could take.  Did he really want to destroy my beautiful breasts?

He finally stopped turning.  I certainly hoped that my Master thought this was to “my maximum potential.”  There was no way I could take any more.

I knelt there for several minutes, just trying to breathe.  The pressure of the crusher on my chest made me have to force the air into my lungs.  I didn’t think it could get worse.  I was wrong.

I could feel Charles behind me, messing with the chains.  After a moment, I felt the hobble chain being released from the padlock holding my arms behind my back, and the lock itself being removed.  With my arms free, Charles pushed me forward.  I reached out and got my hands under me, so I wouldn’t fall on my face.  A few moves of my knees had me down on the floor on all fours.

That meant that the crusher was now hanging on my tits beneath me.  The pain as it pulled on my breasts, trying to tear them away from the muscles of my chest, was worse than being beaten.  It felt like I had two sharp pokers shoved through my breasts into my chest.  At least I could breathe now, without the pressure directly on them.

I heard Charles getting undressed behind me.  It took him a minute, but all I could do was wait.  I finally felt him getting down behind me, getting ready to fuck me.  I wished he would hurry.

Charles finally got himself inside me.  He reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling it into a pony tail and wrapping it around his hand.  That basically made it a handle for him to force me back onto his cock.  He pulled my hair every time I fucked back onto him.  I actually like that, and he knows it.  It usually makes my tits swing under me, keeps my head pulled back, and keeps me up off the floor, which he hates.

The problem was that my tits swinging under me made the crusher hurt worse.  I was screaming into my gag every time I slammed back into Charles.  Every stroke was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, because I have to admit that it felt great having him in my pussy, especially after having already been fucked in the ass by my Master and having my clit licked by Annmarie.

Stroke after stroke, I fell into a fog of emotion and feeling.  I was literally being fucked for the third time today, in the third different way.  I didn’t know what to think about this, just that I needed to try to find pleasure in it.

The heat was rising in me, so much so that it washed out the pain from the crusher on my tits.  I could tell that Charles was also getting ready to come.  His strokes started to speed up and get harder, slamming into me deep inside.

Suddenly, Charles jerked straight back on my hair, hard.  I though he was going to pull it out of my head.  I came just as he did.  Pulling my hair often causes an electric feeling in my pussy, and this made me come really hard.  I heard Charles let out a stuttering shout of pleasure also as his come gushed into me.

Fortunately, I was able to stay up off the floor.  I didn’t want to collapse onto the tit crusher hanging under me.  Charles let go of my hair and backed away, allowing me to sit back on my heels.  I knew better than to try to get up.  After all, I was still shackled.

I got lucky.  Charles didn’t wait long before he started to release the wingnuts holding the crusher together.  As the blood started to flow back into my tits, the pain was sharp and immediate.  I fell forward, begging through the gag for Charles to take the crusher off of me.  He released the rachet on the strap, letting the plates fall on the floor in front of me. 

He took off the blindfold and gag, letting me see my tortured tits.  I was amazed that they were not seriously bruised, but they only had crease marks on them I knew would fade in a little while.  From the pain I had suffered in the tit crusher, I would have thought for sure they would have looked awful.

I was a little surprised when Charles grabbed my arms and locked them behind me again.  I thought he would be done with playing.  Instead, he took my leash in hand and started to walk me back down the hallway to the bedroom.  I followed along, my 34Gs swaying as I was led along like an animal again.  If you have never been led on a leash, you cannot imagine how humiliating it is.  At least I could see this time.

Arriving at the bedroom, I was surprised when Charles unhooked the leash then lifted me up onto the bed and pulled the covers over me.  He climbed into bed, then looked at me and said, “I love having you bound like this.  You are so exciting when you are my slave.”  How little he knew, whose slave I really am.

With that, he turned out the light.  A moment later, I heard the email on my phone ping.  It would not be until the next morning when I would be able to find out what it was.

I actually slept well that night.  The tit crusher hurt, there was no question, but it wasn’t the pain of the talon clamps.  When I woke the next morning, Charles quickly unlocked me, as was his habit.  That at least let my shoulders move again.  That was always the worst part of being bound all night.

When Charles left the bedroom, I picked up my phone, expecting an email from my Master.  I was right.  I just didn’t expect what I found.

There was the usual pictures of me on my knees with the tit crusher on my 34Gs.  But there was something else at the bottom my Master had never sent me before: there was a link to a webpage.  I didn’t know what else to do but hit the link to see what it showed me.

I shouldn’t have done it.  The page it brought up was a typical porn page, with lots of links to various sites.  But as I scrolled down, I saw something that scared me to death.  One of the pictures, very prominent on the page, was of a woman on her knees in heavy bondage.  It was me.

It was the picture that Jimmy had taken of me many years before, long before I had my new tits.  I was blindfolded, gagged, on my knees, and with my hands cuffed behind my back.  Clover clamps were locked on my nipples, and the “C” clamps were hanging from my pussy lips.  No one who knew me now would recognize me, but I did.

I was terrified.  Every woman’s nightmare had happened to me.  My picture, nude, was on the internet.  How many more of the now hundreds of pictures my Master had of me were also out there for anyone to see?  I collapsed on the bed in fear.

My email pinged again.  Once more, it was from my Master.  It simply said, “I will have something for you to see later today.”  I didn’t dare speak, as Charles was where he might hear me.  Instead, I knelt up on the bed, presented myself to the spy camera, and bowed my head in the submission of a slave to her Master.

To be continued…