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...The voice on the other end was that of the house management computer telling me the internal temperature, the selections on the VCR, the states of the lights, but for Caroline's benefit I pretended it was a friend a few miles down the road wanting to visit.

"Sure Bob come on over," I said aware of the faint noises coming from my dick gagged teen slave, "But give me a few minutes ok, I was just playing with a new toy and need a few minutes to tidy up."

I hung up, pleased she hadn't decided to bite me. It had been a risk without the ring gag but a small one. I figured the gag incident would stop her from trying anything too extreme for a while. I grabbed the side of her head, actively fucking her face for the first time. She wasn't stupid, she took this as a signal I wanted to finish, stopped teasing and instead started sucking hard and bobbing backwards and forwards in a strong persistent rhythm. I could hear the tiny metal clanking noises that the nipple clamps chain made as it struck the tight leather of the bustier...

...He took his time – and he was an expert. One by one, unhurriedly, the six strokes of the cane descended upon her upturned rear, the thin bamboo whistling through the air to deliver cuts that made little sound, yet sent a searing pain through her entire body. Without a gag it was impossible to maintain the stoic silence Alison had30 determined, and by the fourth stroke she was howling unashamedly, air whistling in and out of her flaring nostrils, tears stinging her eyes and rolling onto her burning cheeks.

‘Six will do for now, slut,’ she heard him say through the red mist that had descended, and she only vaguely felt the touch of his fingers between her legs as he probed for evidence of the effect of his assault upon her. ‘Wet already,’ he grunted, breaking the intimate contact and delivering a stinging slap on her left buttock with the palm of his hand. Teen girl bucked and squealed, but the pain was already yielding to another far more pleasurable sensation...

...The ache in her belly was growing worse, as well, because the ropes on the base of the dildo were forcing it deeper, jamming it up harder as they continued to shrink.

The girl realized all this in an instant, and pulled her wrists against the loop behind her back. But that too had shrunk quite a bit, and was now tied too tightly around her wrists for her to get free. She writhed and twisted and rolled, gasping for breath as she struggled to free herself, but to no avail. Sweating now, gasping, hair tangled, she straightened on her knees, moaning, staring at the computer, the pain from her nipples growing worse. The ache in her belly was now a hot, throbbing thing. It felt as if the fat dildo was burrowing up into her body.

She bent over the bed again, gasping in pain as her nipples pressed against the mattress. She climbed onto the bed instead, kneeling and then leaning carefully forward and touching her nose to the “P” key. Are we beginning to feel the pain, slave girl?...

...Her position pulled even more tightly at the ropes jammed in against the base of the dildo, and she felt her gut burn. “P” she typed for please “PPPPPPPPPP”. You forgot to say master, you vile little fuck hungry bondage slut. “P-M-P-M-P-M!!” she typed, moaning in pain. “Are you my slut?” “Y-M-Y-M!” she typed. Type it out, slut. “I AM YOUR SLUT, MASTER!” she typed with her nose. Will you obey me, slut? “I WILL OBEY YOU, MASTER! PLEASE, MASTER! IT HURTS, MASTER! IT HURTS!” As a bondage slut slave you should be hurt. You should be whipped, tortured, gang raped. This is nothing. I think I should leave you like that until morning. “PLEASE, MASTER!” Very well. I will show you how to get out of the ropes. But only if you obey. Will you obey me, slut? “YES, MASTER”...

...Lisa blushed a bit as he spread her legs wide. Her sex life, prior to David, had not been terribly exciting nor particularlystimulating. She'd had a few brief couplings with boys during high school, mostly in the backs of cars. They'd lasted minutes and brought her little pleasure. Then, in the two years since she'd had two sexual experiences, neither going much above her high school fumblings.

And then had come David, and his hours long lovemaking sessions that had brought her her first orgasms, had made her cry out with a lust she'd never imagined she could possess. He had been the first outside her doctor to actually spend any time 'down there', the first to show her how delicious a tongue could feel on her labia and clitoris...

...Right now she would rather wear the kinky clothes than stay like this. Most of my blows had been to make her move her hands from breast or crotch, I figured if she wanted to touch them that much I should encourage her. I smiled, "I'm afraid that you've proved you don't deserve this fine outfit. If you want it then you are going to have to earn it piece by piece. Now cup your breasts and offer them to me. A muffled sound came from behind the gag." "First lesson!" I said as I settled back in a chair. She cupped her breasts in her hands and thrust her chest at me while all the time gyrating to some imaginary tune. "Now play with the nipples. When she hesitated I flicked the crop towards her. She sobbed but her hands slid up her breasts and her thumbs flicked the brown nubs which soon hardened before her...

...Good. I would pinch them even harder. I would bite your pretty nipples until they’re swollen and hard and then lick them until you scream in pleasure.

She moaned and ran a hand down between her legs, trying to rub at her clit, which was jammed beneath the rope.

Now the gag, slut. Tell me when it’s in.

She was hardly the only girl at school who had a dildo, but if her friends, to say nothing of her parents, ever discovered the ball gag she’d bought she’d have a hard time explaining herself. She opened her mouth wide, then wider still, slowly working the wide red rubber ball into her mouth, then pulling the straps up behind her head and buckling them together.

Are you ready for tonight’s challenge, slut?

“Yes, master,” she typed breathlessly...

...Her wrists were now cuffed tightly, though she could, of course, get them out easily enough. Now do as you are told, slut, and I will teach you something new and exciting when you return.

Gasping excitedly, the slender blonde eased off the bed, grunting with excitement. The rope pulled up harder against the base of the dildo as she straightened, and the ropes around her breasts squeezed in more rightly. Her breasts, though not large, jiggled slightly as she moved, and that pulled at the ropes - and at the thin cords wrapped tightly around her engorged nipples. She turned her back to her door and fumbled at the doorknob, then got it open. Heart pounding, she eased out into the quiet hallway, eyes flitting to the closed door of her parents room. She licked her lips nervously, then stepped out into the hall, naked but for the black rope tied around her...

...Teen girl had been methodically prepared, strung up to an overhead beam, arms wide and secured in thick steel cuffs, the chains shortened so that her feet barely touched the stone floor. Her uniform had been stripped from her, leaving her clad in her lingerie...

...I removed the pad gag and replaced the ballgag around her neck. "Very good slave. As a reward for your obedience I will leave you ungagged for the rest of the morning as long as you don't speak, understand?" She nodded her agreement. Then I took her back to her cell fastened her hands in front of her, with a chain to a ring on her collar ensuring that her crotch was out of reach. Then I refastened her collar to the wire and told her to get some sleep. She settled down happily, glad that the gag was still around her neck and not in her mouth...

...The sound was soft but still wasn't quiet enough, turning her on her side I gathered her hair into a single bunch, holding it with my right hand I used my left to move an elastic band from around the right wrist on to the hair. A couple of quick flips and the hair was bound into a pony tail and kept out of the way of the next stage. I could hear people leaving the shops down the alley. I thought of leaving her like this but she was still too noisy. Quickly and brutally I wound an elastic bandage around her head and over her taped lips. I knew it was really tight but at that moment all that mattered was the effect it had on her cries. Not only were they more muted, they also became lower and more guttural as she had to do more with her throat. I could see shadows moving in the far end of the alley. By now it was too late to escape. I would have to hide and hope that my idea would work.

Rolling her on to her stomach I used a spare strap to hog-tie her wrists to her ankles...

...The handcuffs on her wrists were already biting, cutting off her circulation. The extra strain from the hog-tie was making it worse, she must have been in agony. I released the hog-tie and started wrapping duct tape around her wrists, when I had built up enough I removed the handcuffs and continued over her hands. I was able to force her to lace her fingers together with threats of a knife and taped her fingers into a solid mass. The result was that when I reapplied the hog-tie strap it bit into the tape not her wrists...