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They both liked the routine of everyday life they had built up together.
After the ritual at the party things continued pretty much as they had done
before. It had been more of an affirmation of the beautiful thing they already built
together rather than yet another new level in their relationship.
As time passed she learned many new things about the “Brotherhood”, meaning
the men at the party and the loosely connected network of Masters they belonged
to. She never did get to make friends with the other slaves, since they never
were allowed to speak to each other. She thought it was a shame but she soon realised
why. It was another step in their humiliation. Once she got used to it she
liked that all focus was on serving the Masters at the parties.
Getting her silicone tits was quite an affair. Their doctor had told
them that going from her then quite flat chest, (due to all the healthy food
and working out) to a D-cup in one go was not going to look good so they had to
do it in steps. First she got her C-cup and almost a year later she got the
D-cup. Both these times the world in their home was turned upside down for a
couple of weeks. It meant she had to lie in bed unable to do so much as pick up
a tea cup while her Master catered to all her needs. No matter how much he
pampered her she was not feeling spoiled in any way, due to all the pain, and
not pain in a good way. Towards the end of the healing process the pain wasn’t
that bad, but because of scaring she had to stay in bed doing nothing, which
was when she really started suffering. By the time the bandages came off she
was bored out of her skull and longed after getting back to serving her Master.
The first thing she did when allowed out of the bed was to kiss his feet with
all the devotion she could muster.
The huge breast didn’t make life any easier for her. They were very
heavy, constricted her movements, kept bumping into things and made her back
sore. It was a good thing her Master had put her through such a rigorous
training schedule since the added muscles in her back really were vital. The
benefits far outweighed their disadvantages. For the first time in her life she
felt like a real woman now and the tits were quite the magnet for eyes, both
from men and women. She will never forget how incredibly proud she felt the
first time she displayed them, when her Master’s friends had congratulated him for
having such a well endowed slave.
For their first anniversary her Master had actually asked her what she
wanted to do as celebration. She had been a full time submissive slave for so
long that she didn’t really know how to react or even answer. She had no
problem with small things like, “would she like to read a book or use the
Internet”, or “if she needed to go to the toilet”?,
but big open ended decisions like this she didn’t know how to handle any more.
She ended up saying that she wanted him to fuck her with his cock in her pussy,
which was something he hadn’t done since the party. He told her that he “didn’t
like to lower himself so low as to fuck his own slave. She was a worthless
whore and would never be worthy of his cock, but he would do it anyway, just
for the anniversary”. The whole experience turned out to be quite awkward and
the whole day ended with her throwing herself at his feet, sobbing, asking for
forgiveness and she begged that he didn’t ask her of her opinion ever again.
Her place was at his feet and she never wanted to be lifted from that position ever
again. The whole episode did make her realise the reason why he didn’t like to
fuck her. It wasn’t that she was too ugly as he’d stated before. It was just
that he simply didn’t like vaginal sex all that much. She in fact could never
recall her ever seeing him stick his cock into anything at other times than the
Brotherhood rituals. It just wasn’t his “thing”. And now when their second
anniversary was coming up he didn’t bother asking her of what she wanted to do,
which they both very much thought was for the best.
Tonight a couple of his friends were coming over for dinner. They were
having roast beef with potatoes served with a couple of side dishes. Working in
front of the stove with her huge tits protruding was not a pleasant experience.
Grease kept splattering up and hitting her large naked breasts. Her Master was
at home working in the study. He usually wasn’t home during Saturdays but for
some undisclosed reason he was today, and she had a strong conviction that it
was not her place to bother her Master with trivial questions. She knew that anything
she needed to know, he would tell her. His tastes in accessories hadn’t changed.
She still had the same type of white high-heeled shoes as ever and the white
dog collar. They had tried with shoes with higher heels but there was no
practical way she could function in them so they returned to what she was used
to.
While running around the kitchen the piece of jewellery she had in her
pussy jingled. Now she had an eight millimetre thick ring through her clitoris-hood
with a little silver plate with her Master’s initials on it attached, hanging
down tickling her clit as fast as she moved. It hadn’t always been this thick.
Her Master had stretched the hole with thicker rings a couple of times and now
it was quite massive, but she’d grown accustomed to it and now she was quite
fond of it jingling away down below. Her Master’s friends would come any time
now so she set the large table in the living room.
Once the bell rang she rushed to the door and got down on all fours. She
did this extremely fast now and getting up from this position she could do in a
second. She was quite muscular now and ripped. The strict diet and rigorous
work-out schedule she had been following had paid off. The six-pack on her
stomach was very well defined now and her shoulders and arms were extremely
muscular, not to mention her back from all the weight lifting of her tits. She
was still as slim as she’d been when they first met. It was just that where
there once was fat she now instead had muscles.
Masters didn’t wait for the door to open, or at least that was the
tradition among their friends. If they where expected they just walked in. They
still rang the bell because they wanted a slave to greet them at the door. Two
men walked in through the door. From her submissive position on all fours she couldn’t
see who they were.
“I always keep forgetting what a nice ass this bitch has. Please remind
me to ram my cock up it before we leave for tonight”, she heard one of them say
from above and the two men both laughed.
She recognised the voice. It was the blond guy with the moustache, with
the beautiful cock who had fucked her from the party. He had fucked her many
times since then and she always looked forward to him. He was very good with
this cock.
She had figured out that it was probably this that the Masters did when
visiting each other. Fucking and humiliating each others’ slaves. Not that she
could be sure, since her Master never told her what he did, and she wasn’t
about to ruin their two years together by becoming insolent and ask. She got two
coats thrown on her as she stood there on all fours with her ass up, legs apart
and forehead to the floor. She didn’t really like letting herself be humiliated
like this by anybody else than her Master, but following her Masters orders had
precedence. It was something she put up with out of love for him.
They both walked past her into the living room calling, “What does a man
need to do to get a drink around here”.
While hanging up the coats on hangers she heard her Master greeting
them. The second man was a mean man who had greasy black hair and who also liked
to pinch her whenever he got a chance. His cock was short and wide and felt really
good but sitting on that man made it a lot less pleasant. Her Master asked them
what they were having and she acted on their replies before her Master had a
chance to say a word. She had learned a whole host of these small cues and by
now and she really didn’t need her Master to say a whole lot anymore. She could
most often figure out what he was about to say and act on it long before he had
even opened his mouth. It was a situation they both liked very much as was one
of the perks of having a long loving relationship with good communication.
She knew that once she held out the tray with the drinks before the greasy
haired man, he was going to either pinch her pussy or nipples. Being the
obedient slave she was she placed her legs wide apart and thrust her chest out
to make it easier for him to get a good grip. Just as she’d predicted the
greasy haired man pinched her pussy. He took a big grip right over both outer
labials and pressed hard until he saw her grimace from the pain. He looked at
her squinting with a distorted grin on his now thin white lips. Once he
released his grip she went back to waiting on them, careful not to make her
Maser ashamed of her.
At one point the blonde man had a short coughing fit after which he turned
to her gargling up a spit-ball. As she saw him getting ready to spit she automatically
stretched her neck and turned to face him, giving him an easier target. He spat
a large gob of phlegm right between her big breasts after which he turned to
the others and continued chatting. She didn’t really know how she was expected
to react to this so she obediently stood with arms straight down waiting for
further orders while the gob of spit was sliding down between her breasts.
“What are you waiting for, are you going to stand there like a spittoon,
you filthy pig? Go clean yourself”, her Master told her.
Acting on the orders at once she obediently walked briskly to the
bathroom and cleaned herself off as quickly as she could. She was the only
slave there so it was important she got cleaned off quickly and was available
to service them as soon as possible. She loved being able to serve her Master
and his friends like this, and above all she loved making her Master happy. She
could tell by the way he looked at her that he was very proud with her now.
The next to arrive was the Pig Faced man and the short dicked man with
glasses. Both of them had fucked her many times and she always dreaded the Pig
Faced man when he fucked her pussy with his huge cock. Due to all their
stretching exercises, taking him up the ass she had no problems with any longer.
It was just in her pussy that she couldn’t handle him. But like a good slave
she never complained, only bent over and spread her legs obediently when
ordered to. They all stood chatting and drinking while she served dinner. When
she was done she stood waiting by the table with downcast eyes and legs spread.
By now she knew exactly what each one of them wanted to have with their food so
she wasn’t expecting to have to fetch anything other than possibly more wine
later.
Eventually her Master suggested for them to take their seats. Dinner
commenced as usual where they mostly told stupid jokes each more uninspired
than the previous one or talked about how to treat their slaves as they always
did and they all pretended like each idea was a new novel idea they hadn’t
heard before, with the accompanying forced laughter. They’d already had all these
discussions many times and she was surprised they hadn’t noticed how much they
where repeating themselves. Maybe it wasn’t the words as much as the company
that was important. She strongly suspected that the important part of these
dinners was later when they went to work on filling her orifices and torturing
her. As usual they found something about her to come down on and they always
laughed about how ugly she was and worthless because of it. Even after two
years of this constant humiliation she still hadn’t gotten used to it. It still
hurt her as much as always while at the same time making her as horny as ever. She
had never thought her face was the prettiest in the world, so they would always
have something she felt sensitive about they could poke fun at and hurt her
feelings with.
Standing
obediently waiting on them, naked in a dog collar with downcast eyes being the willing
target for all their insults and contempt, letting her self-worth and
self-respect be stripped away bit by bit until totally obliterated, she
suddenly had a revelation. These cruel words were also making her pussy wetter
than ever, and she realized that it was this that she loved and lived for,
being constantly humiliated. All her life it was during moments like this she
felt the most pure unadulterated pleasure and her affirmation as a woman. It
was during times like this she truly enjoyed herself the most. Opening up
completely and letting the words hit the centre of her soul, tearing its walls
down while making her quiver with joy. She had to restrain herself from just
letting go completely and stroking her pussy and tits to orgasm. She was at the
apex of a sexual frenzy now and she was having trouble containing it. Adrenalin
was flooding her veins, her blood was pumping and her chest was violently
heaving. She bit her hand as hard as she could.
After
a while she calmed down and her breathing was returning to normal. She hoped
that they hadn’t given her any orders recently because she had probably been beyond
contact just now. She kept her eyes down cast while returning her arms to the
position she had been instructed to hold during their dinners. Eyes downcast, arms
to the side and legs at shoulder width. Usually they never bothered to as much
as glance at her during their verbal torments, and neither did they now. If
they had seen that she had moved her hand she knew they would have her caned,
which was nothing she ever could learn to enjoy. Pain wasn’t really her thing. In
small doses was fine, but heavy stuff like being caned was just something she chose
to endure out of love for her Master.
Her
epiphany wasn’t over yet. Once she’d calmed down she continued her train of
thoughts. The constant humiliation was most likely what it was she had fallen
for in her Master. She used to think her love for him was due to him being so dominant,
intelligent, experienced or some vague quality she couldn’t put her finger on.
She had always had low self-esteem and all her life always downplayed her self worth.
She had always known in her heart that compared to other people she was
worthless and she never really deserved having her needs and wants fulfilled. She
had never felt comfortable around people who tried to treat her with respect
and loaded her with the burden of ‘the right of initiation’. Social situations
and interactions in which she was supposed to bring herself to the level of
other people made her extremely confused and mostly just caused her to ‘over
think’ what is expected of her and consequently just made her sit back ever so
silently with a self-struggle inside her which in turn reassured her feeling of
worthlessness.
The
constant humiliation affirmed what she already knew and felt about herself.
That was what she needed to hear. It wasn’t that her feelings and needs weren’t
important, because they where, very much so. It was just that being humiliated
gave her familiar feelings that contradictorily warmed her heart and made her
burst in tears, tears of relief. It was as if they had understood her
sorrow-inner struggle and by giving her attention and appreciation through
their wicked sexual games they would have resolved her internal conflict with
herself. She gained a meaning and an undeniable value in pleasing the Masters. She
decided to more than ever before embrace all their verbal torments and look
forward to and appreciate them. With this insight she knew that with this man
she was certain she would be happy the rest of her life.
As
usual after dinner the men proceeded to the living room sofa where they smoked
cigars and drank cognac while she cleared the table and feeding off whatever
scraps they had left over for her. She loved this part of dinner since it was
the only time she had something to eat other than dry
and boring health food. When she was done eating she got the lube out and made
sure her pussy and ass was ready for plenty of cock. She massaged her anus and
tried to relax it so entry wouldn’t be painful. When she felt she was ready she
went out to join the men.
She’d
been in this situation many times enough so she knew what was expected. She was
to be their willing and obedient fuck-doll to toss around and penetrate in all
her orifices, besides later tormenting her. Even though she usually enjoyed
herself she always felt a lot of apprehension before. She took a deep breath, entered
the room and stood in the middle of the room with eyes down cast, arms to her
sides and feet at shoulder width, just as was her expected position and waited
for them to order her into whatever position they felt like trying first. The
Pig Faced man was usually the person taking charge of these fuck sessions. When
they were four they usually fucked all her three holes at once while her Master
preferred sitting in his couch to watch. He could sometimes call out
suggestions or go and get sex-toys or just more lube. The act of fucking all
three holes at once they called fucking her “airtight”, and they were all
careful to pause before cuming so they could keep going longer. Two years of
slave training, Master dinners and all those parties in the Pig Faced man’s
very large house had well prepared her for this. Saying that she didn’t enjoy
it would be a lie, because she did. But since she in no way had any control
over the intensity or pace of the fucking it was mostly occasional bouts of
intense pleasure, some occasional pain but mostly just her focusing on not
losing her balance or positioning herself to allow the Masters easy entry at
all times, which was quite a trick considering all the bouncing around.
After
she had got her boob job they got a new sex game they seemed to enjoy about as
much as “Airtight”. “Bouncing betty” they called it. It was her riding a cock,
usually up her ass and leaned back, while the other men used their leather
belts to whip the underside of her breasts each time they bounced up. They
continuously urged her to ride it harder and harder so the breasts would bounce
higher and higher. She had no trouble complying since she was by now very
muscular and had plenty of endurance. No matter how much she had done whipping
exercises with her Master she would never find getting her big sensitive tits
whipped mundane. Each landing blow sent waves of pain through her body,
building it up for each until it reached a crescendo of pain and pleasure. When
it reached the edge of being unbearable it was as if she was going insane. It
was as if she was the focal point of all the worlds hate and spite, totally
defenseless and naked to the world.
The
Masters usually played around a lot with various games, positions and
exercises. The greasy haired man with the nasty grin was very creative in
coming up with new and increasingly humiliating sex games. Today they hid a red
foam ball somewhere in the apartment and she had to go and find it. The twist, (and
there was always a twist) was that she had big clamps on her outer labials with
chains attached dragging a heavy lead weight, and her hands where cuffed behind
her back. It was as if her pussy lips were stuck in a vice, making her
movements as that of a semi-paraplegic, waddling like a penguin. Each time the
weight got caught anywhere along the way the piercing sensation shot up into
her stomach causing her to stumble.
While
she was looking for the ball they all egged her on by whipping her with their
leather belts and yelling encouragements at her as if she was a dog in a game
with its master. The weights made it impossible to dodge the blows, and she did
her best to choose some middle ground between running and taking the blows to
minimize the pain. Each time she would find the ball she had to pick it off the
floor with her teeth, and not being able to use her arms meant that she had to
do a quite complicated maneuver of just getting down on the floor and up again.
Then she had to bring it to the sofa in the living room and have a moments rest
while they were hiding it again. A few times when picking up the ball and
raising herself to her feet, she accidentally stood on the chain, ripping out
the clamps from her labials, stunning her completely with massive surge of pain.
She could only stand in shock having her legs shake from the trauma, waiting
involuntarily for the laughing men to reattach the clamps and to urge her on.
A new
game for today was a balancing game where she had to balance various objects on
top of her big breasts while walking around with them and each time she failed
they would give her a powerful electric shock through the clamps they’d
attached to her inner labials. They had set out a course, and initially she enjoyed
this game since there was a way for her to actually win, or at least not lose.
But whenever she would succeed reaching the goal without an incident they’d
make her balance something harder. In the end it ended with them just giving
her electric shocks for fun causing her to drop the objects. She didn’t think
she would ever get used to the shock and spasms of the electricity. Beside the
burning pain in her labials her whole body went into seizure causing intense
pain absolutely everywhere on her body. She always ended up sore everywhere and
in every muscle. She had never learned to enjoy the pain of electric shocks, not
even the slightest. There was nothing about it remotely pleasurable. Each time
she convulsed from the shocks all the men exploded in roaring laughter.
After
about three hours of the Masters playing around with her they got either tired
or bored and it was time for the “cum bucket”, which referred to her being the
bucket for their cum. This part was always her favorite since she loved cocks
and anything coming from them. Being the target for the Masters bodily fluids
she would never grow tired of. She was tired and sore from her earlier
treatments, but still obediently, albeit sluggishly got down on her knees,
mouth open and boobs pushed up and all four of them started tugging at their
cocks only a centimeter or two from her face. This she knew from experience
could take some time. The men having hard-ons for hours on end was no magic
feat and she had a long time ago learned their secret. They were all using Viagra
which also seemed to make it a lot harder for them to cum, so she patiently sat
with open mouth, waiting and watching their concentrated faces for any sign
that they where about to shoot. The Viagra also caused the men to shoot much
larger loads than what they usually would. They either aimed between her eyes or
into her mouth and the amount of cum meant that a lot dripped down on her tits.
Master cum was holy and she was forbidden to wipe it off or even touch it. Cum
in her mouth she had to swallow, and any cum on the floor she had to lick up.
After
blowing their loads the men returned to their cigars, cognac and chatting and
she returned to waiting on them. The Pig Faced man as usual snapped his fingers
ordering her to bring him snacks to nibble on, which she swiftly fetched for
him. They seemed very content with life as they sat talking with their cigars in
their mouths occasionally glancing at her cum covered face and tits, and
calling her things like “cum slut” and “filthy whore”. She gladly soaked all
their hard words up. Because it was such a lot of cum it was now sliding down
between her big breasts down on her stomach. Seeing the Masters smile and chat
made her very happy. She was happy because it seemed like she had pleased them,
the highest praise a slave ever could hope for.
By
the time the cum was almost dry they all thanked her
Master for a lovely dinner, and allowing them to fuck his slave and left. When
helping them on with their coats she took plenty of care not to get them soiled
by cum.
This
was when her Master sprang his surprise. She knew next week was their
anniversary so she expected him to have something planned, she just didn’t know
what, so she was off-course very eager for any information on it. Off-course she
would never consider asking him for it. He only teased her with a snippet of
information but it was enough to make her exited. “We have to leave tomorrow at
07.00. This means that you will have breakfast ready by
The excitement
made it impossible for her to sleep, so she got out her dildo and started
fucking herself. Today’s fucking had made her pussy very sore and she was in a
lot of pain, but she kept going with the dildo. She even put cloth-pegs on her
nipples and the added pain caused tears to stream down her face and once she
came, she was finally exhausted enough to allow her to doze off.
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