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The Runaway

Part 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

New Training

 

  The morning was a new dawn for me. Shirley ordered me out of bed and to the kitchen. I was naked and needed to pee. But a quick slap in the face brought me to reality. I am a slave. Not a lover, not a friend, not a person.  Mixed emotions and new realities were both confusing, and difficult to accept. But I had no life. There was no one, no place I could run to. This was the only place I had to live. It was a game of….. play along have a home in luxury, or refuse and be kicked out on the streets to become a 16 year old prostitute on drugs eating garbage and sleeping in one bug infested bed after another. I obeyed.

“Sit your naked slut ass in that chair. Spread your legs wide and put your hands behind the chair.”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied submissively and still sleepy.

Shirley tied my legs wide open to the legs of the wooden chair, and my arms behind the back of the chair. Totally exposed on the hard wooden chair with my bladder in pain. I was now focused on my situation.

 

“Now that I have your attention it’s time to go over some rules of obedience. You will learn your position this morning, and come to understand what’s expected of you.” She said as she pulled my chair with me in it, to the center of the large tiled floor. I was centered in the open area while Shirley sat at the kitchen table facing me.

 

“Brenda, you are so very pretty. Why you young girls feel you have to leave a home and family rather than work things out and make a life for yourself, I’ll never understand. You kids today would rather hit the streets, get  hooked on drugs, sleep with every sleazy piece of shit out there that promises you a hope. Well, so be it. This is your reward. You belong to me now.” Shirley said as she looked at me in disgust. I knew better that say a word to interrupt her. I certainly was in no position to converse. And she was right anyway.

 

“Ok. Here’s the deal. I’m going to go over the rules of your new life, and you will simply say after I ask you if you understand each rule with:   Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.  Or, No Mistress, this female slut does not understand. Got it slut?”

 

“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”

 

“Good, now listen closely. First, you will give yourself to me completely. Just as we discussed last night. But here rules.   Number 1:  You will never wear clothes in this house with out an order to do so. NEVER!  Understand?”

 

“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”

 

“Number two: You will keep all your body hair shaved. If I ever find any stubble on the worthless slut pussy, I’ll have it removed permanently.  Understand?”

 

 “Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”

 

“Third: Your bathroom privileges are now revoked. As of today, you never use the toilet or shower with out permission. And if permission is given, NEVER IN PRIVATE!   Understand?”

 

“No Mistress, this female slut does not understand.”

“Never in private, stupid. You will not be aloud to piss, shit, shower, brush your teeth, or anything else you do in the bath room alone. So if I’m not here the bathrooms are locked and you are locked up. If we  have guests,  you will be escorted by a guest to the bathroom. If I wish it, you will use a bowl here in the kitchen while being watched by me or our guests.  Now do you understand what NEVER IN PRIVATE MEANS SLUT?”

 

“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”

 

“Number four: You will never touch yourself to relieve sexual tension with out permission. Never play with that pussy again unless I order it.  Understand?”

 

“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”

 

“Number five: You will be punished for any violation of any rule. You will receive punishment at times just for the pleasure of it, or to entertain my guests.  Punishment can come in hundreds of ways too. So there is no need for you to even think of asking me what kind of punishments. You’ll learn of them soon enough, slut. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”

 

“Number six: Your life here will become a constant session of training and refining. You will have a free place to live, free food, and free material things as you earn them. You will want for nothing. But our obedience will decide what pleasures and comforts you receive or give up. Understand?”

 

“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”

 

“Good. Now just a few things about what you can expect. You have already seen some of what you can expect since you got here.  But there will be occasions like today that you will be tied with rope in very compromising positions. I will test your limits of endurance. For instance, I know my slut needs to pee. How long can you go before you are forced to pee all over the kitchen floor?  Of course if you do pee on my kitchen floor, you will suck every drop up with a straw and drink it. All the while I blister your young tender ass with my belt. So how long can you hold your pee my pet?  If I wait long enough you will be begging me to let you use the toilet. But oh, you haven’t any toilet privileges do you? Oh well, you will have to pick one of these options then.  Use the toilet and receive twenty on the pussy with my belt? Or fill a tall glass and drink it for breakfast?  Which will it be my slut?”

 

“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands. Please Mistress, may I ask something?”

 

“You may, dear.”

 

“Must I choose which one. They are both revolting to me. I wish for my Mistress to choose, and I will accept what I must because it is what you wish, Please Mistress?”

 

“Well done. Since you have shown yourself to be obedient and submissive to me, I make a third option. I will hold my personal urinal to your pussy and allow you to fill it while tied to that chair. Saving your first pungent piss in the refrigerator for a refreshing cold drink over ice after a hot work out in the playroom.  Then as a reward you get to masturbate with one free hand while still tied. You will bring yourself to the brink of an orgasm, but stop short and let the feeling fade. The again masturbate to the brink but stop short. Each time allowing the duration between stopping and starting to be less and less until you explode. But I will capture it all on my digital video camera. If it’s a good show, I’ll show it to my guests, and  place it on the internet for all to enjoy.”

 

I hung my head in shame and picked the first option. To use the toilet and receive twenty across my spread pussy with Mistress’ belt.

 

“Very well then, but  rather than going to the toilet, you will use the urinal here in the kitchen while still tied to the chair. Then you’re already in position afterwards for your 20 on that nice spread, shaved pussy.” She said with a smile of victory.

 

She returned with her urinal, held it in position, and ordered me to pee. I had to go so badly, it had been all I could do not to pee all over the floor anyway. No modesty problems here, just let my muscles relax and a hot heavy stream filled the urinal. I was scared though of what was coming next. I heard the last few dribbles hit the now full urinal and then it was whisked away to the refrigerator. I  was totally shocked. I was certain it was to be disposed of.  Shirley didn’t even dry me off but stood over me from behind with her belt in hand, leaning forward and landed her first shot right between my legs on my slit. Right over my clit. I screamed with shock and pain.  She allowed me to catch my breath, but spaced out the hits of the belt so I could anticipate the next sharp stabbing pain between my legs. I was on fire by the fifth blow. Fifteen more to go. At the end, I had jerked so hard and screamed so loud that I was sure I had broken the chair.

 

Shirley loosed the ropes, and had me then prepare breakfast for both of us. She laughed that I could not walk. My pussy burned and hurt so bad, I was crying thru breakfast. After we ate, she held my hand and led me to the bedroom where she had me lay on my back with my legs wide apart. She massaged a light cream into my pussy. It cooled the fire, and actually was making me wet and excited. This new pain and pleasure sensation was having an effect on my mind and my body. Shirley was happy with my response.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5

My First Party

 

The rest of the day was fairly normal. Though I did find out that the following morning there would be guests for breakfast. A cold tingling shiver went down my back, and up into my stomach. What would that mean for me. Strangers, I though. Who were they, why and what about me? I was told I could not wear any clothes in the house. Would strangers see me naked tomorrow?  A sickening dread began to come over me.

 

Mistress led me up to the bedroom, and began to pick out clothes from her closet. She held them up to me as if she were sizing them up. Then over to a dresser, and took out a bra and white cotton panties. Bikini panties.

 

“Put these on, dear. I want to see  how you look in them.” She said.

Feeling almost out of place, I stepped into the panties as Shirley watched me. Then the bra. The skirt and blouse. Shaking her head, she told me to remove the skirt and gave me a pair of tight Daisy Dukes type of shorts to put on. They fit tight, and my cheeks were hanging out. Most of all, my pussy was split in two. Looking into the mirror, I saw the definite split in the crotch of my pussy lips on either side of the tight seam. How embarrassing.

 

“Yup, that’s it. You will wear this outfit tomorrow for our guests.” She said.  Though a very embarrassing outfit, I was really relieved to know I wouldn’t be naked. Then she said: “Now strip out of them, my slut. Don’t want the all smelly before tomorrow, no do we.”  Somehow it was not a reassuring comment.

 

Shirley had to leave the house to do some shopping for the party. As I was told already, I was not aloud any bathroom privileges while she was gone, nor was I permitted freedom of the house. So I was taken down to the play room and strapped into a chair I had never seen the likes before. It wasn’t really a chair, but like a wooden bench, with no seat. There were two wooden strips about the width of a persons upper leg. The protruded outward from the back rest like a “V” shape. I was helped up onto the device, and the backs of my upper legs held me in place on this “V” part. My knees bent over the “V” boards and my ankles were attached to the uprights with a Velcro belt and held in place. Just above each knee, another Velcro belt held my legs tightly spread wide and in place. Then the backrest was reclining at about a 45degree angle so I was really lying backwards. The backrest was only a six inch wide upright board that was very uncomfortable. It was long and had a buckle and more Velcro far above the head. This is where both hands were attached, above my head in one belt. There was no seat, so my ass and pussy were completely exposed and accessible, but my entire weight was well supported. It was not too uncomfortable really, and Shirley said if I wished, I could take a nap. Not to worry she said, as no one would be in the house while she was gone.

 

Being completely naked, and spread so very open and vulnerable, I did still worry if anyone were to break in, I would be helpless and at the mercy of whoever. 

 

“Just to keep you company though, I have a toy to keep you occupied till I get back,” Shirley said.

 

Then she showed me a gold colored metal bullet shaped device with a wire attached to one end. She put a little lubricant on it, and inserted it deeply into my vagina.  The wire went to a box that she said had a timer on it.  She set it to come on and off at regular intervals.

“Every five minutes, this little companion will turn on by itself, and run for two minutes, then shut off for another five minutes.  I think you will find it most entertaining,” she said.

 

With that, Shirley went up the stairs and locked the door. The lights went out, and I was in total darkness except for a red light on the box next to me. Finally, the red light turned green and the gold bullet in my vagina started buzzing. I screamed at first, then felt a tingling in my pussy that was so erotic. My nipples were growing hard, and my breathing increased. It felt so weird, yet stimulating. Two minutes was over quickly, and then I waited anxiously for the long five minutes to pass. I wanted to touch my clit, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even close my legs to wiggle. How torturous this little device was. At five minute increments, I would not be able to sleep either. I would be forced to stay awake, and be sexually stimulated, but just enough not to let me cum.  Oh, how long would Shirley be gone?  How long would I have to endure this treatment?

 

When the lights came on, and Shirley came down the steps, I was crying and quivering. I was dripping pussy juices, covered in sweat, and nearly hyperventilating. Shirley laughed at my predicament. She shut off the device, and removed the bullet. She had me take it in my mouth and clean it off. It was soaking wet with sticky thick cream from deep in my pussy. But she refused me an orgasm.

 

Shirley drew a hot bath, and with my hands cuffed behind my back, was aloud to soak in the bath up to my neck. It felt so relaxing, I was so tired.  She too me to bed, her bed, and held me all night long.

 

Next day arrived early. I was awaken at Six O’clock AM.  I had to shave everything, then present myself for inspection.

 

“Our guests will be arriving at Nine O’clock sharp for breakfast. Must get you ready,” She said. Her hands went softly over every inch of my body as I was ordered to stand with arms up, and legs spread. She looked and felt for any trace of stubble. I was clean, and clean shaven.

 

“Now my sweet, go and fetch the urinal, and relive your bladder.”  I did as told, and then standing in front of my Mistress, filled the urinal as she held it tightly between my legs. I was also aloud to do relieve my bowels. Then a washing and dress in my prepared outfit.  I looked like a sweet little slut.

 

The bell rang, and Shirley instructed me to answer the door and politely receive our guests. I was so nervous. My stomach was doing flip-flops. Shirley had already cued me as to how to greet our guests. I was to say:  “Welcome to Mistress Shirley’s home. Won’t you please enter?”  And so I did.

 

I opened the door. Shocked to see older women dressed very expensively. They were attractive women, but a little older than Shirley. Maybe in their forties.  “Welcome to Mistress Shirley’s home. Won’t you please enter?”  I said.

 

“Oh thank you. Aren’t you lovely my dear? You look so delicious.” One of them said.

“Hello dear. Ummm! Shirley wasn’t lying was she.” Another said.

 

I led them into the dining room and helped each one to their seats. The table was set for four people. With Mistress Shirley, I assumed, I would not be eating. I was so hungry too. With that though, Shirley entered and they all gabbed and giggled.

 

“It’s so nice of all of you to come this morning. We will be serving a lovely breakfast this morning, so I hope all of you brought your appetites. Who would like some coffee?”  She asked. All hands went up. I was expecting that I would be serving them, but to my total amazement, a young black woman wearing a short maids outfit entered with a silver tray of coffee and creams and sugars. She set it down in the center of the table and returned out to the kitchen.  I never knew she was in the house. When did she get here? Who is she? What was going on? What did Shirley expect of me then, if I wasn’t serving the guests? So many questions and no answers. I felt faint.

 

“Every one enjoy. Sarah?  Please begin serving the breakfast now!” Shirley yelled back in the direction of the kitchen. Then took her seat. All were sitting and talking. I was left standing there, totally out of place and dumbfounded. Everyone was acting as if I was not there.

 

The girl, Sarah, entered with a push cart. Serving hot meats, eggs, grits, potatoes, biscuits and gravy. It smelled so good, I could hear my stomach growling.  I kept staring at Shirley, trying to get her eye, but she never looked at me. They all ate, talked, and enjoyed their time together. I dared not move. I stood like I was invisible. I was even fearful of shifting my weight on my feet for fear of becoming visible.

 

The breakfast was nearly over. Coffee was still being poured, and small chit-chat was going on. Then I heard one of the women ask:

 

“Shirley, is this all she does?  Stand there like a hat rack?”

 

Looking up, Shirley smiled and said: “Of course not, dear. Why do you think I called you all here today? She is just waiting for an order.” Was Shirley’s reply, then she picked up her coffee and sipped.

 

“Well, why don’t you give her one?” Another said.

 

“Let me giver her one.” The third women said then chuckled to her self.

 

Shirley turned back toward the kitchen, and called Sarah back out. When she arrived, she stooped toward Shirley and Mistress whispered into Sarah’s ear. She returned back to the kitchen. Nothing was said.  In a few minutes, a height chair was brought out to the table and place next to Shirley. Then Sarah returned to the kitchen.

 

“Come here, my dear and take a seat next to your Mistress.” Shirley said to me, patting the seat of the height chair.  I was so humiliated.  I did as I was told.

 

“Comfy?” Shirley asked me.

 

“Yes, Mistress.” I said.

 

“That’s nice, my pet. Ladies? May I have your attention? I would like to introduce to you my servant. This is Brenda. Isn’t she delightful?”  She asked the women.

 

The comments were the same. Yes, delightful, delicious and pretty, sexy. Things like that. I felt so humiliated and embarrassed.

 

“Brenda, dear. Are you hungry? I am sure you are starving.” Mistress said.

“Oh, yes Mistress. I am so very hungry. And everything smells so good too.” I said. My mouth watering.

 

“Good. Well you can have anything you wish.” She replied

 

Just then, Sarah returned with a tall glass of ice and a small pitcher of yellow drink. At first I was curious, then horror struck me. I know what it was that Sarah was serving me.

 

“Friends,” Shirley said. “This is a pitcher full of Brenda’s own pee. She gave it up yesterday, and it’s been in the fredge, getting nice and cold. She will now drink it down for us. Then she may have her breakfast.” Shirley explained.

 

I sat there with fear on my face. Shirley poured my pee into the glass and handed me the tall glass. It was cold, and looked refreshing. But I knew otherwise. All stared at me, smiling. I looked at Shirley. She said: “Go on, dear. Drink!”

 

I put the glass to my lips. Watching their expressions. I could smell it. I tasted it. It was as bad cold as it was hot. I gulped, and gulped. Closed my eyes hard, held my breath and gulped some more. It was empty.  I did it I thought. The Sarah grabbed the pitcher, and filled up my glass again. One more glass will do it. I gulped and gulped.  Gagging and choking, but drank it all down. Set the glass down like I was in a beer drinking contest.

 

Cheers from the ladies didn’t help the sickening feeling I had in my mouth and throat. I was discussed with myself and wishing I could have a cup of coffee.

 

“Very good, my pet. Sarah! Bring some hot coffee and hot breakfast for Brenda,” Shirley said. I could hardly believe she was treating me so kind now.

 

“Ladies who would like to set the price for the breakfast?” Shirley asked. I looked at her. What the hell was going on I thought.  All hands went up.  “Miss Ann. How much for a cup of coffee will Brenda have to pay?”

 

“Oh, I think one blouse should do it. Her shoes and socks will cover the cream and sugar.”

 

“Brenda?” Mistress said as Sarah poured me a piping hot cup of fresh coffee. It smelled soooo, good too. “Remove your blouse, now!  Your shoes and socks too if you want cream and sugar.  Lets go!  We can’t dilly-dally.”

 

Beaten, I stood up and removed my blouse. Miss Ann took it as payment.  The shoes and socks also to Miss Ann as payment for sugar and cream. I sat there in my Daisy Dukes and bra stirring my coffee. Took a sip. It was so good. Another sip or two, trying to remove the taste of my pee in my mouth.

 

“Miss Jen, how much for the eggs and potatoes?”

 

“One bra for the eggs, and one pair of skimpy shorts for the potatoes.” She said smiling as Sarah heaped my plate.

 

Lets go, little one. Miss Jen is waiting for her payment.” Shirley said.  I looked at Miss Jen who was looking at me with a stern yet smirking face.

 

“The bra first!” Miss Jen said as I was beginning to slide the shorts off. Then looking at all the faces who’s eyes were burning into my breasts, I reached back unhooked the clasp and slid it off my breasts. I handed it to Miss Jen.

 

“Raise your arms, and spin dear.” Miss Jen said as if my bra was not enough payment. “We want a good look at those pretty teenage breasts.  I did as I was told. My knees were quivering.  Then slid my shorts down and off. Handed them to Miss Jen.  She took them, turned them inside out and smelled the crotch.  How embarrassing.  Even more so as each woman wanted to smell them.

 

“Eat your eggs girl. Enjoy them, you paid for them,” Miss Jen said.

 

“Now, Harriet. How much for the bacon, sausage and ham?” Shirley asked. I thought it a mute point. I had nothing more than my panties.

 

“Well, the panties will buy a slice of ham, but the bacon requires a persona examination of this young beauty.  The sausage will cost her an orgasm. One on one facing me spread wide while I sit and watch her play with her pussy until she explodes.

 

I was mortified. I became exactly what Shirley said I was to become. An object for sexual pleasure.

 

“Stand up, strip out of those panties girl.” Shirley said.  “Sarah, give her some ham, bacon and sausage.

 

I stood up. Everyone stood and tried to get a better look.

 

“No, wait. Shirley blurted out. Brenda. Why don’t you stand up in your chair and face everyone so we can see you strip out of those panties.  No, even better. Sarah? You stand behind Brenda and help her keep her balance in the chair. Brenda? Sarah will do the honors of stripping your panties off and then she will make the payment.

 

I did as I was told. Knowing there was no other hope. I stood up, and faced everyone. Sarah took her position behind me, and slid my panties down. I felt my cheeks grow hot as my bald pussy slowly became visible to all their eyes. I rested on Sarah’s shoulder and stepped out of them.

 

“Bring them to me Sarah.  Are they wet?  Let me see!” Miss Harriet said. Snatching them from Sarah, she quickly looked at the crotch. Oh, my, my, my. Yes girls. These panties ARE WET!”

 

I was glowing red. Helped down, I now had my breakfast to eat. Totally naked as they all watched and chatted. I knew too that the other meat was on loan, and that as soon as I finished, Miss Harriet was going to insist on the rest of the payment. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated. Sitting naked like this eating. All of this was so totally new to me. I felt my nipples aching from being so rock hard. My pussy was tingling. I was still excited from my morning alone with the bullet that I never got to orgasm. And now, knowing I would be examined by this stranger. Soon to be felt up completely, then to spread my legs for her and play with myself until I orgasm while she had a front row seat. The others no doubt would not miss the show either.

 

“Sarah?” Mistress Shirley called out. “I want you to go over to Brenda, and see if her pussy is wet as she is eating breakfast. You will check her pussy for us.  BRENDA!  Spread your legs, but don’t stop eating. You have payment to make, we don’t want to delay that, no do we?”

 

“Yes Mistress,” I said obediently. Spread my legs, and let this beautiful young black girl slide her hand between my legs. I felt her fingers softly rub the outer lips, then find their way into my vagina.

 

“Yes Ma’am. Brenda is not only wet, Ma’am, but I should say she is soaking wet, Ma’am.”

 

“Oh, how nice this is, Shirley,” Miss Harriet said, rubbing her hands together. “I can hardly wait for the rest of my payment.  Hurry, girl, hurry!”

 

I finished, drank the rest of the coffee, and them wiped my mouth.  I knew it was inevitable, so I politely asked permission:  “Mistress?  May I be excused now to make payment for this delicious bacon and sausage? I know that Miss Harriet is deserving of payment and I don’t want to delay in my obligation to her, Mistress.”

 

Oh, how sickening I was. I felt like vomiting my breakfast and two glasses of piss on fat Miss Harriet.

 

“Yes, dear.  But not hear. Lets retire to the den, shall we ladies?”

 

All in agreement, I was ordered to wait till all were seated then enter and stand in front of Miss Harriet.  I did as instructed.

 

“Ok. Now come here sugar,” Miss Harriet said as she hiked up her dress and spread her legs. Pulling me between her legs, she ordered my arms up high. She examined and squeezed my breasts and pulled and pinched my nipples. She took them in her mouth and sucked them both, while squeezing my ass cheeks. I stood their motionless.  She then ran her fingers over my flat tummy, and began to examine my tight slit as my legs were closed. 

 

“Spread them wide my pet.”  She said.  Then felt my pussy, and anus. Fingers went in both holes. My clit was pinched and this all went on for 15 minutes.

 

“Now, fetch a chair from the dining room, and masturbate for me dear.” She said sternly.   When I returned, I was instructed to sit at the edge of the chair, spread my legs as wide as possible, and slowly bring myself to an orgasm. AND… she said. “It had better be a good one, or you will do it again.”

 

I was flushing red, my face burning. I sat, looked around the room as the others were gathered standing in a circle. Spread my legs as wide as possible and found my pussy. I stroked and rubbed. Pushed fingers in and out. Then oiled up my clit with my own juices and rubbed little circles around it. I was growing hotter by the second. I shut my eyes, but was quickly ordered to keep them open and look at the payee’s face as I made my payment.  It wasn’t too long, and I began to feel wave after wave of pleasure come over me. I couldn’t help it, and screamed and moaned, nearly falling off the chair. I shuddered in two explosive orgasms.  All applauded.  Then Harriet requested additional payment from Shirley. To be able to lick my pussy clean and bring me off again.  It was requested and the woman fell between my legs and lick me clean. I stared at her as she burred her face in my pussy. Her tongue licking deeply between my lips. I came again on cue, and she cleaned up all of my cum.  Then she kissed me passionately on the mouth and I tasted myself on her lips and tongue.

This was my first party. And it was my most tame and sexy one. All but the part of the pee drinking, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I would soon discover that Shirley would have these parties several times a week. Each one though would be different in many ways. The best one was where I got to see Sarah stripped naked, blindfolded and led down to the playroom.  She was attached to the chair I was attached to the morning of my first party. I was naked and standing next to Sarah. The ladies were all there too. And we watched as Sarah, young perfectly exquisite black body was made to respond in a multitude of ways. I ended up between her legs and strapped with my mouth over Sarah’s pussy to drink up all her juices that were forced out of her. And rewarded with several orgasm in my mouth and each time she squirted several ounces of hot pee which I swallowed eagerly. I tried my best to keep her cumming.

 


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