If You Were My Slave

If You Were My Slave

This is what I would do to you, if you were my slave.

I would tie you spread-eagled on my bed, so that you cannot move. You would, of course, be entirely naked. We start early in the morning, just after your daily enema. I attach electrodes to your head, and I can see that you are worried that I intend to shock your brain. But that is not the case. ECT was a crime. No, the wires lead to my computer, and a readout of your brain. It is so that I know exactly how turned on you are.

For the next eighteen hours I use all my skill, and all the vibrators I possess, to bring you to the brink of orgasm, but never over the peak to that crescendo of orgasm. I concentrate on bringing pleasure to the inside of your cunt and to your sensitive nipples. But most of my attention is to your swollen clit.

Over and over I take you to the brink of orgasm, but I stop when an alarm from my computer warns me that you are close. I tease you by saying that you will never cum again. By the end of the first couple of hours you will be begging to cum, offering to do anything for me. You say that you will drink my piss. You say that you will eat my shit. You say that you will fuck a dog. But you will do all of those things, anyway, given enough time. I don’t let you cum.

I carry on for the full eighteen hours, a mammoth of edging. Finally the torture of pleasure is over, and I stop. But I don’t release you, because I know that you would not be able to resist frigging yourself to orgasm. No, I leave you tied to the bed all night. Only in the morning are you finally released.

I will torture your clit, over and over, bringing it pain instead of pleasure. I cover your clit in molten wax, then whip off the hardened wax with one of my least vicious little whips. I can keep doing that until I run out of candles to melt.

I tease you that I will cut off your clit, so that you cannot cum. But I will never do that. I like torturing it too much.

I turn you into my urinal. I piss in your mouth and make you swallow it. From now on, every time that I piss, it will be in your mouth. Even when we are out, if I need to go, I will piss in your mouth. We will have to sneak into public toilets so that I can piss in your hot little mouth. You will be my piss slave forever. But you know that it is only a start, and that one day I will teach you to eat my shit.

I will whip you nearly every day. I will use whips which hurt but are not fierce enough to break the skin. That way I can whip you over and over. No part of your body will be spared. One day I will whip only your arse. Another day I will only whip your breasts. But the worst days are when I whip your cunt.

I do not count the strokes. I carry on until my arm is too tired to continue. Only then do I stop.

I will sting you with nettles, growing them in my garden. I will trail them over your backside, watching the little white nodules come up on your skin. I will crush them into your breasts. I will rub them over your pubic mound. I will pull back your clitoral hood and sting your clit. I will shove nettles into your sopping wet cunt. And I will force a single nettle stalk into your urethra.

I will never fuck your cunt with my cock. Dildoes, fists, dog cocks will go up your cunt, but not mine. No, I will fuck you in your anus, enjoying your moans of discomfort. Then, after I have fucked your arsehole enough, I will pull out and you will give me head. But I will not cum in your mouth. No, I will pull out at the last moment, and cum over your face. You will not be allowed to remove my spunk, but let it dry on your face. I will even do this if some of your friends are coming around to see you. I will especially do this if you have friends coming around to see you.

I will burn all of your underwear. You will never wear underwear again. I tell you that one day I will burn all of your clothes, and that, apart from fetish clothing, you will never wear clothes again.

I will have you read the nastiest torture stories to me as I fuck your arsehole. I select stories with scat, bestiality, extreme torture and snuff. I don’t say anything, but let you imagine that, one day, I may do all of those things to you. And, apart from the snuff, it is true.

I have you come up with new torture ideas, having you write them down. None of them are anything which I have not imagined before. But I like to involve you with your own future tortures. I promise you that I will use the ideas on you some day. And I will.

I invite a couple of your female friends around to play strip poker. You do not know this, but they are well aware of your status as my pain slut, and they have been asking to play with you. They want you to submit to them, and are more than willing to be naked in front of me if they can torment you into the bargain. Of course you are not keen on the idea of strip poker. But you don’t have the right to say no.

Of course the game is weighted against you, as you no longer wear underwear. You start the game wearing only your shoes, a skirt and a blouse. Your friends are wearing as much as they can. As it is, it only takes four hands to divest you of your clothes. You are sitting there, totally naked, while one of your friends has only had to take her coat off.

Your other friend suggests that we keep on playing until we are all naked. The three of us agree, and you can only go along with that. You are told that, if you lose a round, as you cannot take off any more clothes, you will have to pay a forfeit.

By the time the three of us are naked you have paid a lot of forfeits. You have been spanked on your naked backside. You have been slapped on your tits. You have been fingered in the arsehole and in the cunt. You have been forced to frig yourself to orgasm, while the three of us had our face only a foot or so from your cunt. But the most humiliating forfeits were to have your two friends piss in your mouth, and have you swallow it.

It is a fun game. I think that we will play it often, if you are my slave.

One day I will start having you clean my arsehole after I take a shit. You know that this is only a precursor to, one day, having to eat my shit. And maybe, in the future,, eating the shit of your two friends, one our now regular strip poker evenings. I haven’t told you this, but I have spoken to your friends, and they are thrilled about the idea of shitting into your open mouth.

I will use needles for temporary piercing of your body. I will put dozens of needles into your breasts, pubic mound and labia. But I avoid piercing your clit – not out of kindness, but out of a worry that it will lose sensitivity, and not feel other pain.

You will look incredible with forty needles in each breast.

I have you read stories to me of fire torture: of women being burned with candle flames, lit cigarettes and soldering irons. My favourites are the ones where the clit gets burned horribly.

I buy a soldering iron and leave it lying around the house.

I ration your orgasms. No more than one a day to begin with, then one every couple of days. I make sure that you only cum when you are in pain. I tell you that you have a choice: either to, eventually, never cum again, or to only cum from torture and not pleasure. You choose the second option.

I will take you to a female tattoo artist. I will have painslut tattooed on you shave pubis. I tell the tattoo artist that you are also a toilet slave, and offer to let her use the facilities. She does, pissing into your mouth. She asks to borrow you. I say I will think about it. But we both know that I will lend you out, so that she and her friends can piss in your mouth whenever they want.

I will move on to more serious breast torture, running metal skewers through your breasts, as you scream in agony. It is a massive turn on to me, to see you transfixed by the shiny metal. My cock is as hard as it has ever been, and I show no mercy. I have plans that, in the future, I will electrify the skewers while they are deep in your breast. Or perhaps, after we have done that, I will heat up the skewers on a brazier until the metal glows red.

I carry on the torture of you clit, but not simply alternating wax and whipping. I have a powerful TENS unit, and I like to spend hours torturing your clit with powerful shocks. I tell you that, in future, I will torture your clit so much that you will beg me to cut it off, just to stop the pain. And I know that you will beg. But I won’t cut off your clit. No, I’m having too much fun with it. Why cut off the most sensitive part of your body?

I will get a dog, maybe a Great Dane. But it will be a dog with the biggest cock I can find. It will get to fuck your wet cunt. You will cum with the dog fucking you, and the fact that you came which being fucked by an animal will be a source of great humiliation for you.

I will have you suck off the dog, as best as you can, because his cock is too big for your mouth. As the thick white spunk dribbles out of his cock I will have you catch it all in a glass. You will have to drink it all, and lick the glass clean.

I will do all this, and more, if you become my slave…

The End.