(This is virtually all a true story and I tried to write it as 3 different first person narratives but didn't like how difficult it was to keep track. Some of it is from the two subs that was given to me as lost letters. I've kept the changing fonts as a way to maintain at least part of that)

It was his slave’s idea for them to get another slave together. Numerous threesomes had given her a taste of the excitement of Dominance and she was curious to explore it further. But it was more than that. In a few months she was returning to her home in South America for a few months and she wanted a girl to take her place at his feet.

Their relationship was not monogamous, just discreet. It was assumed that while she was away he would indulge his sexual needs as he might. She never asked about it just as he never inquired as to her outside explorations.

Their Master/slave bond was much stronger than any a casual fuck they might enjoy while apart.

As a symbol and reminder of her role she wore a chain around her slender waist that fits snugly enough to make its presence always known. It has no clasp and no lock. The end links had been fused closed so that only by cutting could it be removed. To an outsider it looks to be just a curious bit of jewelry but to them it was so much more. He also wore a bit of the same chain as a bracelet, it too fused about his wrist.

Their Dominant/submissive relationship was more than roleplay, it was who they were. And yet they were able maintain a general equality in the non-sexual parts of it.

He didn’t realize at the time that she had an ulterior motive in her suggestion, one that made sense when he thought about it. She felt much more comfortable knowing who he was fucking and Dominating then imagining some unknown beauty.

And having a say in who that would be was another factor to put her at ease and give her a feeling of confidence.

Lu and Stan made no secret of their Master/slave relationship. Even besides the chain she frequently wore locked around her throat it was their interaction in private and in public that made it clear to even the most casual onlooker that she had surrendered herself to him.

They were discreet about it to varying degrees among their friends and acquaintances. Some, mostly the women, were curious about its inner workings. The fact that they were equals in their day to day relationship and yet property and owner in their sexual one was intriguing to them. Enough so that frequently it ended with them joining in a tryst. Depending on their penchant and often long hidden fantasies, they would join them as a Domme over Lu or, far more often, as her sex slave sister.

The men were far more pragmatic. Interested in the limitations of his Dominance. Was she whipped? (Yes, quite often.) Was her slavery exhibited? (Again yes, also quite often.) Could she refuse his orders or requests? (Sure, but since accepting his collar, she had never done so.) Like the women, they longed to join us. But they were even more shy about broaching the subject. He left the decision up to Lu. If she found the idea of inviting either sex appealing she’d let him know and let him guide the scene.

Drugs were very much a part of their activities, both social and sexual and were frequently included in the latter.

With most of their friends around getting high they went in the bathroom so they could start fucking just as the rush hit. With others, however, that they were interested in playing with, it was quite a different story.

When they set their eyes on a target they didn’t stand a chance. The Master was quite good at spotting curious submissives and if she saw a guy or girl she wanted to submit to, he was always in favor of it.

They had discussed their friend Tim before but no opportunities had yet presented themselves. Until that night. They were pretty sure he was interested but he was too good a friend to say, “Stan, I’d like to fuck Lu.”

Using the excuse that he had a fresh delivery of Peruvian product he wanted them to try, he came over. And though no mention of it had been made directly, there was a distinct sexual tension in the air.

They shared their taste for stimulant drugs and after doing a line of his exceptionally pure cocaine Stan sat back and ordered Lu, “Take your clothes off and come here and suck my cock.”

Without a moment’s hesitation she was naked on her knees before him fishing his cock out of his jeans. She adored my penis. She drew pictures of it and wrote poems about it. Being given permission to pleasure it was always a special treat. When she was in the mood for it she would negotiate an exchange, purchasing his blow-job with her pain.

Tim was startled but intrigued and clearly turned on. Lu was proud of her obedience and never hesitated to show it off.

After a moment, he pushed her back on her heels and said, “How rude of me. I was so horny I completely forgot our guest.

“Tim, would you mind letting Lu suck your cock?”

She and her Master exchanged smiles.

“She’s already told me she’d like to.”

In a flash she was between his knees opening the front of his jeans.

“One sec..., ” he told her.

Stan picked up the polished stone they’d been snorting off of and still held a sizable mound of white powder and handed it to him.

“Do a line just as she starts.”

With her Master to practice on Lu had perfected the drug rush blowjob. She took just the head of his uncircumcised cock in her mouth, teasing it gently with her talented tongue.

“Just rest the stone on her head, ” he instructed.

This was something that they had discovered accidentally out of necessity one of the first times they’d done it and that she later revealed excited her very much. It was in part being objectified like a piece of furniture but also, she said, not being able to see his face made her focus all of her attentions on the cock in her mouth.

As soon as she heard Tim start to inhale she sucked as hard as she could on his shaft and as he continued she steadily took more and more of it into her. Until, by the time he finished, the tip was buried deep in her throat.

His was about the same length as her Master’s but had a more circular cross-section. He was able to fill her throat with it. Stan’s is wider horizontally than it is vertically and he can’t get his past the cartilage at its entrance without it hurting but it does more effectively block her breathing.

She soon had Tim shuddering with arousal and Stan quickly removed the polished agate and its pile of cocaine.

She had been trained to never try to “top from the bottom.” That is, to be bratty or misbehave in a way that would get her punished. Not that she was never disciplined. If they were ‘in scene’ and she did something that broke protocol like cumming without permission, losing track of, or forgetting to count aloud the number of lashes or cane strokes, or forgetting to say, “Thank you, Master.” when being punished, then she was corrected.

These were administered immediately after the transgression and not allowed to interfere with their sexual roles or activities. They were always severe enough that she would make every effort to avoid them in the future. Cumming without permission was the most frequent violation. Largely because he used every tool: vibrators, fingers, dildos, and verbal arousal, to make it happen.

He knew her well enough to know exactly what excited her most and every physical manifestation of an impending orgasm. And, after once being caught and punished for it, she never tried to sneak in a mini one. If he suspected that she’d failed to hold back all he had to do was ask. He didn’t know if it ever occurred to her to do so, but she would never lie. In fact, even when he didn’t inquire she would confess, apologize, and ask to be punished.

But when she was horny (like all other subs, a pretty much continuous state) and he was distracted by some art project (likewise, given their drugs of choice back then, it was equally continuous), she was allowed to approach with an offer of her suffering in trade for his use of her.

A leather-covered paddle presented kneeling or a bag of wooden clothespins held in her teeth or his favorite heavy leather nine-tailed whip, she was permitted to choose the device.

But not how he would use them.

He was sure that when she brought him the clothespins she expected to wear them on her nipples and labia and perhaps a few other sensitive spots on her body and then be vigorously fucked. What she received was much more intense.

He had been writing on his typewriter or drawing or something and when she appeared on her knees at his side he paid her no attention. He knew the power of her lust and how to manipulate in just right to make her submit. He saw, after some time has passed, that she had started squirming in the uncomfortable pose.

“Sit still.” he ordered and was instantly obeyed.

He was by now teasing himself as much as her. He finally reached a point where he could stop and cleared off the top of his desk. He lifted her up, enjoying how her aching knees betrayed her discomfort. He took the cloth bag of clothespins from her teeth and lay her on her back across the large wood surface.

He didn’t speak as he found the padded leather blindfold and buckled it into place and then poured the bag of pins out beside her. It held over 100 hardwood clothespins whose steel springs gripped soft flesh cruelly.

Gripping her under the arms he pulled her up so her head hung over the edge. It was one of their favorite positions. Not only allowing him full access to the sensitive front of her body but a perfect pose while he fucked her throat. She told him that she loved how the disorientating position made her focus entirely on the cock in her mouth. It kept her grounded while being vibrated or whipped or roughly grabbed.

He started on her stiff nipples, just as she had expected. But then he added one after another after another after another. He gave her no pause to adjust to each one’s sharp bite. He added them just a few seconds apart and watched as they worked their magic. Soon her body shone with perspiration. Soft moans followed placement on unsuspectedly sensitive spots- the sides of her ribs, soft underarm skin, the back of her calves.

She tried not to move since even a small shift sent waves of pain through her.

His erection responded to each one until by the time the bag was empty it was aching for attention. At a final count of 112 it was over 40 more than he’d ever decorated her with. Every breath was agony.

“Your pain is exquisite, ” he whispered, and she gave a wan smile.

“Thank you, Master. I’m glad it pleases you, ” she. gasped softly.

Fishing his cock out from beneath his shorts he rubbed it against her cheek.

“It doesn’t just please me, it makes my cock ache.”

“Thank you, Master. I love suffering for you.”

It took every bit of his strength to keep him from taking her but he was in no hurry.

Brushing his fingers lightly over the dozens of wooden tips evoked sharp whimpers.

“You’re lucky you’re so fuckable. Otherwise I’d leave you like this for the rest of the night, ” he taunted

The daunting prospect had no doubt occurred to her as she realized that he was going to put all of them on her body but by then, he imagined, she was lost in an endorphin fog.

He started with a their powerful Wahl vibrator on her clit, pushing aside the clothespins on her labia, mons, and inner thighs with no mercy and seeing her getting close ordered, “No cumming.” and took it away.

Picking up his heavy nine-tailed leather cat and brandishing it before her eyes, he told her, “This is how I’m taking them off.”

Pushing his cock into her mouth he started with the flogger on her inner right thigh, the first blow removing two of them. The painful impact was reflected by her hard sucking on the head of his cock.

The next was right next to it, only knocking off one.

The third was on the side of her left breast, hitting but not removing the three there.

It took a very long time, especially because he paused several times to apply a vibrator to her sensitive nub until she pleaded for release.

Sadists and masochists are both aware that pain and pleasure are two sides of a very thin coin and to the woman being tortured, there was no longer any difference.

By the time they had all been whipped away from her sore skin she had cum so many times she’d lost count.

MEETING THEIR SLAVE:

“Tim, Lu tells me she’d really like to suck your cock, ” he said

The sidelong glance she gave her date made it clear that she’d said no such thing. But the obsequious bow that followed showed that she would obey.

The hot tub in the public spa fit all four of them snug but comfortably and after a half quaalude and a couple of lines of cocaine the intimacy was quite thrilling. Tim had brought a date and Norma assumed that if anyone was going to give him a blowjob it would be her.

The fact that it was to be the other woman in the tub instead caught her by surprise and made her think that she was the only one who was not aware that she was expected to fuck Tim’s friend. It was mostly the way it was just dumped on her that bothered her the most.

If Tim had said, “Norma, I want you to suck Stan’s cock.” she would have obeyed, no problem. He had never given her that kind of order before but over time their relationship had evolved into one that was much like the Master and slave one of the other couple, lacking only those clearly identified labels.

She wasn't a slave, though for lack of a better term, she was, and is, and has long as he has use for her, Tim’s coke-whore.

It didn’t happen overnight, it was a gradual thing that began one night after a party at his house. Everyone else had left and between lines of coke they gradually slid into increasing intimacy and eventually just found themselves fucking. With all the cocaine they’d done the release of orgasm lay just beyond their reach but that didn’t slow them down.

They fucked like crazy and that night his became the first cock she’d ever deep throated. It was exciting from the very first time she stifled her gag reflex and buried her nose in his sweaty pubic curls. She didn't need his hands on the back of her head to keep her face there until her lungs were burning but she was thrilled by them. It felt natural to her that he should be fucking her this way, using her this way.

The cocaine he sold became interwoven into their sex. He'd dump a pile of it onto a slice of polished stone, chop it up into several lines and then hand her a gold straw and hold the stone up for me to inhale a line or two. After she’d had a moment to enjoy her rush he’d do a line and then guide her head to his crotch to suck him as the rush filled his body.

She had always enjoyed giving head. It appealed to her natural submissiveness and she’d always liked the feeling of being used. But the added zest of the way she was enhancing his coke high gave it all a more sinful and exciting flavor. That she was getting high too was actually secondary and she thought even if she wasn't it wouldn't have made a difference.

She was pretty sure he liked her company. He was a good looking guy and could have his choice of a variety of girls but he chose her. And she liked him too and enjoyed giving him pleasure.

Gradually, in the coming days and weeks their relationship gradually changed. It went from him calling and asking if she wanted to “come over and hang out.” (A euphemism they both understood to mean “come over to do some coke and fuck”)

To him calling up and saying he’d like her to come over, to him saying, eventually, “I want you to come over.”

To at last him saying, in a tone that revealed it as an order, “Come over.”

And she always did. She missed classes and called in with excuses to be late to work so that she could hurry over to service him. She’d walk the few blocks to his house from hers with her pussy getting wetter and wetter and her knees getting increasingly wobbly. She felt like everyone she passed could tell what she was, where she was going and what she was going to do when she got there.

He was always seated by the glass topped table where a couple of lines waited for me but rarely bothered to put on his jeans anymore.

Upon arrival immediately kneeling between his legs she was given a choice: she could snort the coke or open her mouth for him to fuck. She almost always chose the latter.

There was dominance and submission in their relationship but it was never clearly spelled out or even discussed.

The more casual he became about using her while ignoring her sexual pleasures, the more of a groveling slut she became. She reveled in the role of coke whore even though by then she would have done the same whether offered the drugs or not.

When he fell asleep while she was sucking his cock she didn’t feel critically toward him. She blamed herself. “He deserved a better cocksucker. She was just another worthless slut. Another mouth for him to fuck, ” she thought

These thoughts turned her on like no fantasy ever had. She wished with all of her being that he would wake up, push her away, and then punish her. In her imagination she pictured herself being slapped, spanked, punched, and whipped with that leather belt that usually held up his jeans. Her by then cunt was dripping.

She worked at it anyway, keeping his cock hard with her efforts and after a time felt him stir.

Glancing up she saw his eyes open and look at her. There was no affection there, only the realization that she was willing to do whatever he wanted.

“I have to pee, ” he whispered and made as if to sit up.

Looking into his eyes she pushed him back and with a mouth full of cock murmured, “nuh-uh.” And sucked as hard as she could. His eyes widened when he realized what she was trying to do.

But he relaxed, lay back, and released the hot salty liquid from his bladder. It was worse and yet less foul than she expected. She wasn’t ready, though, for the the volume. She swallowed as fast as she could but still a few drops squeezed out of the corners of her mouth.

And when she’d sucked the last of it from his gut she kept up her worshipful attention to his cock. It responded almost instantly. She had always loved the feel of a man growing hard in her mouth and when she sensed it had reached its maximum firmness she fucked it with the back of her throat. She had learned to love having him throat-fuck her, in hard, sharp thrusts that gave no concern to her discomfort or pain. But now she was the aggressor. She pushed herself on to it until it was wedged in the opening to her lungs and her nose was buried in the deep masculine-scented curls of his pubic hair.

With every fiber of her being she wanted him to fill his hands with her hair and hold the end of his thick organ deep into her throat until she passed out and then fuck her unconscious body until he shot his delicious cum.

But he didn’t take the hint and she was forced to imagine that as she did it to herself.

When she had succeeded in draining his balls, she sat back on her heels and wiped her chin.

She knew that she could make herself cum with just the slightest touch on her clit but made herself wait. She was here for his pleasure, not hers. And she wanted him to know that.

After what seemed like an eternity he stirred. Sitting up he tossed a good-sized bag of white powder on the table and said, “Help yourself, you certainly earned it.”

She grinned, beaming not from the prospect of getting high but from the rare praise. She knew then that in pursuit of hearing words like them again she would do anything he wanted.

But her ambitions to spend the night being used soon faded when he added, “I have to go take care of some business. Do as much as you want but you have to be gone by the time I get back.”

“That’ll be in about two hours.”

She was crestfallen. But she got it.

She was just his coke whore, nothing more.

She felt humiliated and disgusted with herself. And, of course, more turned on than she could have imagined.

His last words as he left were, “That was... um, interesting. I’ll remember you next time I have to take a piss. Hopefully you’ll be around.”

She did a couple of lines, leaned back, and as the rush shuddered her body, dug her fingernails into her clit and came.

She did a few more lines and though she pinched her nipples and clit as hard as she could, any more orgasms lay just beyond her reach.

She soon grew bored and decided to check out his bedroom. She crawled into the unmade bed and wrapped herself in his smelly sheets. The mix of his musk, his dried cum and urine, were nose-crinkling but she was deeply tempted to make off with a bit of his bed linen. But was afraid that if found out she’d lose her coveted position at his feet.

From that night on, drinking his piss become a regular part of their sex. But as much as she wanted their sex to be harsher, more coarse, more painful, there was no way for her to suggest it.

She did see that he was getting increasingly turned on by her humiliation and debasement and settled for that as her way of serving him.

Tim and Lu left the tub and went into the room’s small sauna leaving Norma with a man who she’d met less than two hours before. She knew what he wanted but the idea of being handed off by the guy that had invited her kind of irked her.

But then again, she was curious about this Master’s relationship with his slave.

She didn’t move away. Their knees and thighs remained close enough to touch quite a bit but he made no overt moves to exert himself on her.

She’d always been a bit submissive but until Tim, only in her fantasies. The idea being a sex slave had never really been thought through.

He offered her head but she hesitated. Instead they talked about his relationship with Lu. She was curious as to how they managed to balance equality in their day to day life and their complete inequality in their sexual one. She asked what sort of things they did: was she whipped? did she have to be available to him at all times? did he order her to give Tim a blowjob or was it her choice?

He explained safe words, how even though the Dominant was in charge, the submissive was in control. She liked the fact that after she was punished whatever transgression had earned it was completely forgiven and forgotten.

Later she couldn’t remember all the things she asked but she remembered feeling that the less he pressured her to join him, the more she wanted to. She regretted, increasingly, having deferred his earlier request.

After a bit the sauna door opened and two very red-skinned people came out. Tim walked up to the edge of the tub and tilted her head back.

“Open your mouth.”

She thoroughly expected him to fill it with his piss and the thought of doing it in front of two people she’d just met was both very embarrassing and very exhilarating. She opened her mouth but instead of his cock she felt Lu’s lips on hers and found her mouth filled with the familiar taste of Tim’s cum.

That was what broke down the final wall of her resistance. She kissed her back and used her tongue to retrieve every drop of semen from her mouth.

Tim had moved over to the large bed in the corner where he sat down and pulled out his vial of cocaine, a piece of polished metal, and a matching straw.

They needed no invitation and soon the three were on the bed beside him drawing the white powder into their sinuses. The burst of energy it provides was expended laying on the bed in a naked tangle. She knew that having just cum it would be a while before he could again but that the coke got him nice and hard. She was very conscious of making an effort to demonstrate her own oral skills before the other couple and made sure her efforts were visible as she took his cock into her throat.

Stan was behind Lu, kissing her neck and with one hand playing with her pussy and the other squeezing her nipples hard enough to make her shudder. She glanced over at her and as their eyes met she stuck her tongue out at me and she kind of fell in love with her. Well, at least in lust.

He obviously knew his slave's body well because in no time she was nearing her release. She watched her body tense and heard her whisper, “please Master... may I cum?”

“No.” was all he said.

Though it had given them all a burst of energy the cocaine had anesthetized them all enough that except for Lu, none of them was about to orgasm before the intercom chimed reminding them that their time was about to expire.

By the time they got to Stan and Lu’s house it was pretty obvious to Norma that the whole evening had been arranged to seduce her. When they got there Tim crawled into their raised bed, Lu retired to her writing room to record the details of the evening in her sex journal and Stan and Norma were alone at the kitchen table.

She’d already made up her mind to go along with whatever they had in mind but was still curious as to how she’d been chosen.

“So you guys did this all to seduce me?” she asked.

He paused from chopping and arranging the glistening white powder into lines on a piece of

polished agate. “Yes. For you.”

She flushed with, she don’t know... embarrassment? arousal? excitement?

“But why me? How did you choose me?”

“That’s easy. We asked all our friends if they knew of someone who might make a good slave for Lu and I.”

“Only Tim said he knew of someone. In fact, he said, ‘I know just the girl. She’s sort of a coke-whore but I think that’s just because she likes to fuck.”

Again she blushed, her face feeling as if it were bright red. But it was all true.

“So Lu is my slave. She does whatever I want and that’s great. But we want a someone to be a slave to her... and me too.”

“You just went along on his recommendation? Without even knowing what I look like?”

“Oh, we knew. We went to the bookstore and Didi pointed you out.”

“Didi? You guys know Didi?”

He laughed. “Yes, we know Didi. We’ve had a few threesomes with her.”

She was floored. She couldn’t help but picture her pretty co-worker tied up and getting fucked by him.

“Okay!” she blurted out, louder than she wanted “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“I’ll... I’ll be your slave.”

“Well, for a start, what do you think that means?”

The question took her by surprise. It was something she really hadn’t thought about.

“I guess it means that I belong to you... and Lu. And you can use me to do whatever you want... and I have to obey you.”

“That’s a good start. And if you don’t obey?”

She swallowed deeply and answered hoarsely, “Then I get punished, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“No... If I don’t obey you, either of you... I get punished.”

She had no idea what that meant but it sounded right.

“Okay, that’s close enough... for now.

“Let’s have you stand up and take off your clothes.”

Even though he’d already seen her naked, she blushed. And quickly obeyed.

She had to fight the urge to cover her breasts and loins with her hands and forced herself to put them at her sides.

“Put your hands behind your back. Cross your wrists.”

The pose sent a chill... no, a thrill she noted up her spine. He turned her and placed something around both wrists. It took her a second to figure out what he using to bind them- a couple of rubber bands.

“These are a symbol and a test. They symbolize a chain stronger than steel. And if you break it, we’ll know you’re not ready to be our slave.”

For the first time she began to really feel like a slave. In her mind her wrists were bound in iron and committed herself to keep from breaking the elastic no matter what.

Turning her by the hips he spun her back around and without saying anything shoved his fingers into her pussy.

The hand that pushed into her felt strong and was large enough to stretch her open. A wave of pleasure shook her whole body and she moaned a little. The fingers explored her in a way that was firm but not rough. She could feel his eyes on her but could not bring herself to meet his gaze.

“You’re fucking soaked!” he exclaimed. “I guess Tim was right, you are a horny little fucktoy, aren’t you?”

She was embarrassed and with her cheeks burning, nodded yes.

“I asked you a question.” His statement was punctuated with a thumbnail digging sharply into her clit, and he added, “When you are asked a question you will answer. Do you understand?”

The pain in her clit was intense and flowed out through her body.

“y-ye-yes. i am a horny little fucktoy, ” she whispered.

“Yes, I am a horny little fucktoy, Sir.” he corrected.

She felt her juices coating his hand and was afraid they’d run down her legs if he continued.

And suddenly it was gone.

Through her mind flashed images of what she’d be willing to do to get it back. They were a blur of the most humiliating and brutal things she could imagine: sex in filthy men’s rooms, giving strangers blow jobs, being whipped by the owner of that exciting hand.

He gestured and she immediately sank to her knees in front of him.

“Lu, come here. And bring a few toys”

Moments later she was kneeling beside the new slave wearing only a thin t-shirt. Norma noted her pose: back straight, head bowed and immediately imitated it. On the floor in front of her she had lain a small pile of what he had called “toys.” These included a cane, a whip, a paddle, and a couple of dildo vibrators.

“Well, Lu, this girl says she’s willing to be our slave. What do you think?”

“She’s willing? Did she ask if she could?”

He smiled, “No she didn’t. But I think that’s a good point.”

“Okay, my horny little fucktoy. If you would like to be Lu’s slave, ask her.”

She had to smile. The phrase “horny little fucktoy” and never sounded nicer to her.

“Please, Lu... may I be your slave?” She likely could not describe the thrill uttering those words sent through her.

The lithe slave looked at her, her eyes poring deep into hers as if weighing her worth.

Voice cracking, she asked again, “Please...?”

Her first response was not to her but to her Master. “Will she really be my slave?”

He answered, “Yes. But since you belong to me, everything of yours is also mine.”

“Will you help me train her?”

While their discussion was about her, it clearly was intended to let her know that she had no say.

What she did not yet realize was that she was not the first submissive to hear this. They had crafted a very seductive scenario that had lured more than one other into their clutches.

“Of course. But for now let’s just use her and see if she’s worth making into a good slave.”

She saw Lu turn to look at her out of the corner of her eye but dared not look when she said, “I see one thing she needs to be trained about already.”

“Yeah, I spotted that too.”

“Norma, Look at my slave.”

“Do you see her presentation pose?”

“Yes, Sir.” she looked at the beautiful woman she wanted desperately to surrender to. She had tried to imitate the pose she had adopted as soon as she knelt.

“Do you see the difference between her pose and your own?”

She shook her head and for that was given a quick, firm, but not too painful slap against her cheek.

“Speak up.”

“No, Sir. I thought I was doing the same one.”

“Lu, explain to her what she’s doing wrong.”

“In the presence of our Master or any other Dominant we never close or cross our legs.”

Then it was obvious. Lu’s thighs were spread apart. Hers were not.

“Tell her how I trained you to never forget.”

“My Master marked the inside of my thighs with a cane. It worked. I have never repeated that mistake.”

“How many strokes?”

“Twenty, Sir. On each thigh.”

The tone in her voice was disarming. She spoke about it in a casual matter-of-fact way. It was not done to be cruel, it was just something to help her be a better slave.

“Since she hasn’t been instructed about it I’d probably let her off with 10 or 15. But it’s up to you since you’re going to be doing it.”

Lu and her new slavegirl were still looking at each other and the latter saw a look of surprise quickly followed by a sinister smile.

“Will you tie her, Master?”

Their conversation had the same impact as the hand that had been thrust into her. She was afraid that the sudden rush of fluids to her cunt were going to pool on the vinyl floor beneath her. She was as... no, more turned on than she could ever remember.

The deep resonance of his voice as he answered, “No. I think I’ll just hold her legs open while you cane her.” sent shivers through her.

“Okay, fucktoy. Lay here on your back.” he ordered, gesturing at the floor.

She quickly obeyed, keeping her rubber band bound wrists at her back.

“Lu, why don’t you cover her face with your cunt.”

She quickly found her mouth and nose buried in the wet folds of a very wet pussy. She’d tasted her own juices on her fingers but this was the first time she’d ever had her mouth in another woman’s vulva.

The scent was intoxicating. Fresh yet musky, clean yet pungent. Instinctively her tongue explored the delicious folds.

She was so excited, so entranced, by this new development that she didn’t really hear (or pay attention to) what her lover was saying. It took one of his fingers grabbing one of her nipples and cruelly pinching and twisting it to distract her from her task.

“NORMA!”

She paused just long enough to mumble through the soft wet flesh, “yes Sir?”

“Lu is about to cane the inside of your thighs as hard as she wants, as many times as she wants. Do you know why?”

Her mind filled with various possible answers, most of which she quickly discarded, finally deciding on, “Because she wants to, Sir.”

He chuckled softly, “Yes, that’s true. But why does she want to?”

She knew she was out of her depth. Despite the many slave fantasies she’d had since she was a young girl, the reality of the act was very different. “I’m not sure, Sir. Does she want to punish me?”

“No. You are not being punished. You haven’t done anything to be punished for and until you disobey, you won’t be.”

Her head swam and she was barely aware of his taking one of her ankles in each hand and using them to raise and spread her legs wide.

“You are being trained. When she is satisfied that you have learned that you should never close or cross your legs in our presence, she will stop.”

“And since she is doing this to help you serve us better, you should be thankful for every stripe.”

She knew it was perverse and yet it made perfect sense. “Thank you, Sir...thank you...um...Miss.”

“You’re welcome.” they answered in unison.

“But, ” he added, “when she’s caning you, you will show your gratitude by giving her pleasure.”

She was eager to do just that and when the thin bamboo seared the inside of her left thigh she moaned into the delicious pussy and attacked it with vigor.

“Lu, ” he said, “you have my permission to cum whenever you want and as many times as you want. Just make sure she knows she’s doing it just the way you want, the same way I’ve shown you.”

Later, during her formal slave training she’d learn exactly what that meant but when the next three blows came in quick succession all she could think was that she was happy to have a juicy cunt to scream into and that Stan was holding her legs tightly.

Looking at his slave beat their potential new slave made his already erect cock ache. She had a hungry look and her eyes flamed with lust. She smiled at him as she lashed the soft tender skin on the girl’s inner thighs. She had had her own thighs whipped and caned and knew exactly how painful it was on that tender skin.

They had had other female playmates and a couple of males but in those cases the girls and one of the boys had been her submissive equals. And the other two men she served beside her Master. But this was new. This was the first time she had Dommed another person.

And she clearly reveled in it, grinding her cunt against the eager lips and tongue as she lashed the smooth white flesh harder and harder as her orgasm approached.

“I have to pee, ” she whispered.

This was common for her. Even when she had recently gone to the bathroom, when she got close to cumming she would want to urinate. He’d often used this against her when she was in bondage, refusing her permission and pressing against her belly with his fist, squeezing her bladder against the inner parts of her clitoris.

Tim had told them, when he had described Nora, about her drinking his piss. It was not something Lu and Stan had tried but it especially intrigued my slave.

“Go ahead. Tell her to swallow and if she misses a drop we can punish her and kick her out.

His words sent a chill up her spine. She knew she could take the punishment, no matter what it might be. But the idea of failing and being kicked out terrified her. She found her urethra with her tongue, sealed it with her lips, and sucked with all her might.

Lu was clearly trying to resist but her bladder muscles were no match for the new slave’s thirst. A small dribble quickly became a torrent. It filled her mouth and though she felt like she was drowning she swallowed as fast as she could. But despite her best efforts to catch every salty drop she felt some dribble from the sides of her mouth.

She doubled her efforts to pleasure her Miss’ soft folds but she could not stop tears from welling up in her eyes. It was not the punishment they would provoke, it was that she was afraid of his threat to send her away.

He could see the signs of Lu’s approaching release: her eyes flamed, her breath became ragged, and though they were harder blows, the caning was increasingly irregular.

Looking at him she started to say, “Master, may I...” but remembered he’d already given her permission to cum and just grinned. As the first waves hit her he reached across and took her nipples in his hands, crushing them with all his strength. An act he knew would make her orgasm even stronger.

Norma couldn’t breathe, Lu’s pussy completely covered her mouth and nose. But she didn’t care. All that mattered was the clit at the tip of her tongue. And when she exploded, squirting her juices into her mouth, she felt slightly less sorrowful about her failure to swallow every drop of piss.

Stan never tired of watching his slave cum. He savored the way it smoldered, grew within her until she could barely contain it and then, after watching with delight the pain of her struggle to obediently hold it back, watching it explode within her, wracking and shuddering her lithe body in uncontrollable waves. This one was much less taxing but had the added spice of watching her wrench it from this eager submissive. She collapsed along side her and for the first time he saw the tears that leaked from the sides of their supplicant’s eyes.

“Was it too much?”

She shook her head.

“Was it the pain? The breath play?”

“No, Sir, ” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“You can control that you know. Remember what I told you about the safe words.”

“No, Sir, ” she sobbed, “I-I-I failed...I tried but I couldn’t swallow fast enough...”

“Please, Sir. Please, Miss... punish me however you want but don’t send me away.”

The threat had not really been serious. It was just to add a touch of humiliation and make her try harder. She was a tasty morsel and it was clear she would be an excellent sex slave.

He gestured at the floor before him. “Get up. Present yourself.”

She hurried to assume the pose she’d seen Lu take earlier, making sure this time that her red-striped thighs were wide apart.

“Do you think we should punish you?” her Master asked

She nodded.

“What?!” he demanded. “Speak up!”

She answered with more force, her voice still quavering “I’m sorry, Sir. Yes. I think I should be punished for not swallowing every drop.”

“Okay, but that’s something for later.

“Right now all you should think about is giving us pleasure. Nothing else matters. If you fail, you fail. Don’t let it distract you.”

She could see him rubbing the crotch of his jeans and having already seen what they hid, was eager to see it again and feel it and taste it.

“Please, Sir...please, Miss... may I say something?”

His voice softened, “Yes, our little fucktoy, you may.”

“I think I made a terrible mistake.”

Both he and Lu looked very concerned as she looked back and forth at them.

Lu asked softly, “Is it all too much?

“We can stop if you like. That’s not a problem, ” he added.

“Oh no, it’s not that.” she answered, smiling.

They looked relieved.

“It’s something I did at the hot tubs.”

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad. What was it?”

“When you asked... if I wanted to play around... I lied.”

“So you did want to?”

“Not right away but when I saw you weren’t going to pressure me and how you treated Lu, I really did.”

“That’s not too bad. But you seem to feel guilty about it and there’s a quick solution for that.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“I think a quick spanking will do the trick. After that it will be completely forgiven and forgotten.”

“I’ll even let you suck my cock while it’s happening, ” he added, making her pussy drip.

Master had Lu fetch the red leather-covered paddle. He had adapted it from a beach volleying game and the paddles were much heavier than those used for table tennis. It really, really hurt.

She waited until their new plaything’s mouth just covered the head of his cock before hitting the curve of her left ass cheek with it. She hit her much harder than she meant to and it was a good thing she had a mouthful of cock to stifle her squeal. Its twin, on the right side was just as hard, but this time she meant it.

It was the first time she’d ever spanked a girl and she was startled by the rush of adrenaline that coursed through her and the sound of her target’s cock-stifled complaint just made her wetter.

She now understood why her Master enjoyed doing it to her.

She’d admit she felt a twinge of envy at the sight of this girl sucking the cock she adored. That’s why her next swat was even harder than the first two. That one sent a jolt to her center and without thinking the fingers of the other hand moved to stroke her cunt lips. A fourth swat had those finger finding her already engorged clit. And then she stopped.

She had been well-trained by her Master and that included thinking of her body and its sensations, whether painful or pleasurable, as his property. Touching herself was one of the ways he kept her within his power. And the more strictly he did the hornier she got. She was allowed to masturbate but not cum without permission but even playing with herself as she spanked her new slave seemed to be stretching her boundaries.

But when she looked over he was smiling and nodded his approval.

Just as she hit her quickly reddening ass she pinched her clit hard. The wave of ecstasy that coursed through her body shook her enough to almost make her drop the paddle.

She had never been as focused on giving a blowjob as she was at that moment but it was impossible to ignore the fire that the paddle was searing on her skin. She stifled her scream by shoving her head onto his cock but in doing so scraped the head of his cock with my teeth.

And then, when he used her hair to jerk her head back, did so again. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze but could not. His expression was not angry but his words were like a knife.

“When you are serving either us we are your entire world. No matter what happens, whether it hurts...” He nodded and her already burning ass was hit again. “Or is pleasurable...” another nod and she felt Lu’s fingers playing with her slippery cunt lips. “is all that matters.”

She nodded meekly and his hand shot out, slapping her cheek sharply. She had never been slapped before and it was quite exciting. It didn’t feel abusive... more... she didn’t know, corrective.

“Speak up!”

“y-yes, Sir.” she whispered.

She was slapped again.

“Louder!”

She had never before been slapped, never been struck in the face at all. And in an instant a train of thoughts flashed through her mind, “wow, that was exciting... I want him to do it again...and again... maybe he will if I don’t answer... what a filthy pervert I am.”

But she remembered his comments about slaves trying to ’top-from-the-bottom’ and so she answered clearly, “Yes, sir. I am very sorry.”

He was satisfied but wanted to press the point.

“Lu, get underneath her and see if you can make her cum.”

Smiling wickedly she answered, “Yes, Master.”

In seconds she was beneath their new fuck-toy’s crotch, burying her lips into the wet folds of her cunt while at the same time digging her fingers into the crimson flesh of the girl’s newly spanked ass.

He loved how her whole body shivered as he pulled her forward, pushing her mouth back onto his throbbing cock. She devoured it hungrily, alternating between lasciviously licking it with her tongue and sucking it nice and hard as deeply as she could.

He could tell that her entire focus was on pleasuring him but it didn’t take long for his other slave’s talented tongue began to distract her. A soft moan and then a momentary disruption of her oral rhythms and then another, slightly more pronounced.

This was no surprise. In fact it was exactly what he wanted.

Taking her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger he squeezed it as he leaned forward and said softly into her ear, “All that should matter to you is that cock. Push aside the pleasure in your cunt and the pain in your nipple, ” as he squeezed it even harder.

“Don’t fight those sensations. Let them fill you, and channel them to your mouth.”

The response was immediate as she fervently worked at pleasuring his cock.

“Good girl, ” he encouraged, fully aware of the profound impact those two words can have on a submissive.

Her heart leapt at the sound of those two words in a way that surprised her. She wanted only that, only to be their ‘good girl.’ She let the erection in her mouth become her entire world.

That is not to say that the pain of his fingernail digging into her tender nipple was not agony, or that she was not teetering on the precipice of a powerful orgasm because of the Miss’ vigorous cunnilingus. The pain in her nipple was intense but she had no problem accepting it. It was the mouth on her pussy that she was having a hard time with. It took every ounce of control she had to hold her orgasm at bay. She’d focus on her task, pushing that release far to the back of her mind but after a short while it would assert itself steadily back into her consciousness and every time it took a greater effort to hold it back.

(Later, she could only report this in retrospect. At the time, even had she not had her mouth filled with his delicious cock she would have been unable to coherently describe the melange of sensations. The pain melted into the pleasure which melted into the throbbing erection she was slavishly worshipping with her mouth.

Her body began to shake as these forces fought within her. And then she felt her teeth graze the head of his cock. It was only a tiny contact but she knew he had felt it.

She burst into tears even before he yanked her away by her hair. She was not afraid of the slap which came quickly, or any other punishment he had in mind. She cried because she had failed him.

It momentarily drove the orgasm back but just barely.

“i-i-i’m sorry, Sir... so sorry...”

Her body was shuddering, almost spasming.

He smiled.

“You will have to be punished for that you know?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir.”

And then he addressed the woman below her.

“Lu, I don’t think she’s going to be much use until we let her cum.”

“M-hm.” she murmured.

“Okay, fucktoy. Ask permission.”

She begged in all sincerity, “please, Sir... please, Miss... can I cum?”

When both assented she let herself go. At least she tried to. But after stifling it for so long it didn’t come easily. It was only when Lu bit down hard on her swollen clitoris that she erupted in the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had.

She was given no respite and so desperately gasping for breath that she grew quickly dizzy. It was impossible to say whether that eruption had truly ended before she felt another quickly approaching.

"Please, may I cum again?" she begged.

"Not yet, " he ordered, taking both her nipples in his fingers and crushing them cruelly.

His voice was soft and hypnotic, "Let the pain and pleasure fill you... let them mix until there is no difference."

"They are our gift to you... just as your suffering is your gift to us."

Her mind was spinning. She could feel the two becoming one.

The Miss had sucked her clitoris out from beneath its protective sheath. It felt so good it hurt.

"P-p-please... may I cum?" she begged.

His thumbnails dug into her tiny nipples and he asked his partner in her torment, "Lu, do you think she deserves it?"

But before she could answer Norma had a mind-blowing flash of insight.

Her orgasm was irrelevant. It existed not for her pleasure but for theirs. They enjoyed using it to make her suffer. And her suffering aroused them. And that was why she was there, asking to be their slave and fucktoy.

She thought about never asking again. About surrendering that part of her sexuality to them completely. But she had seen how much her begging had excited them. She could not bring herself to deny them that.

"Please, Sir...please, Miss... it aches... please... plea..." she begged, her voice fading off. It was in part a real pleading but also slightly theatrical. She meant it but she wanted them to hear the desperation in her voice.

In response Miss Lu stopped sucking her clit and clamped down with her teeth on that now exposed nub of flesh. It felt like she was trying to rend it from her body. And this time she didn't just bite, she ground her teeth on it, sending horrific waves of pain through her.

But by then her arousal had become so intertwined with her pain that it only served to inflame her.

"Cum, fucktoy. Cum for us."

And a ball of light exploded from her middle.

She had no idea how long it lasted but by the time the red haze cleared from her brain she was laying on my belly on the floor between them, their bodies cuddling me snugly so that she couldn't move.

The rubber band on her wrists hand been replaced by steel cuffs behind her and the cuffs’ edges cut into her skin.

She thought she heard their voices a moment before he noticed the fingers of four hands tracing lazily over her skin. She lay with her eyes closed, savoring the experience of being talked about like she was on an auction block.

"She'll make a great slave, don't you think?"

"Yes, Master. Especially when we're done training her."

"She seems to have a decent pain threshold but I wonder what it'll take to make her say, 'Red'. I can't wait to whip her."

She had decided, when agreeing to be their slave, that she would never ever use a safe word. She wanted it to be as real as possible and being able to bail or chicken out would not let that happen.

She had assumed that she was eventually going to be whipped and his words reinflamed her arousal.

She felt her Miss reach across her and heard her say, "If this hard cock is any indication I'd say it's overdue."

She could tell from her movements that she was stroking him and longed to join her. She already knew it was not her position, even if she could move, to do so unless ordered. But she did have one way to help:

Turning her head toward him she asked in a rasping voice, "Please, Sir. Will you whip me... as hard as you like?"

His smile and twinkling eyes gave her her answer and made her proud.

"Lu, will you go check on Tim and see if he's awake. If he isn't, feel free to wake him with your mouth."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

After she rose and left he explained, "This is just a taste of what you'd experience as a slave.

"You will have to be trained to learn what we like, how you should behave, and how you'll be punished if necessary."

She wanted the training to begin immediately but held her tongue.

"The training will come in three parts and usually takes several sessions. These are usually done on separate days but if you have two days off in a row we can get them out of the way all at once."

The idea was daunting but exciting. Her spring break was coming up in a week and she had no plans.

"Would next week be okay, Sir? I'm off from school and only working three days. "

Lu came back just then and announced that Tim was just leaving for work. In our passions none of them had noticed the gray light of dawn.

Norma was glad she had the rest of the day off.

He rose, went to the kitchen table and she could hear the distinct sound of a razor on glass as he prepared three lines of coke.

She hadn't yet mastered the art of getting up without the use of her hands and he and Lu had to help her up. They seated her at the table and together covered one of my nostrils and held a glass tube against the other so she could snort the line.

She sat back and for the first time of many, experienced the contradictory sensations of rushing on coke while held immobilized in bondage.

Lu went next and when she had finished he announced his plans to whip both of his slaves at the same time.

She was surprised when her new Miss thanked him enthusiastically.

Her words reminded the novice that though she might become a slave to the both of them, her Miss would always be his alone.

She envied the way she was able to genuinely be thankful for the pain she was about to receive and looked forward to reaching that level of submission.

The double door opening between their bedroom and the kitchen had been fitted at its four corners, she saw for the first time, with thick steel eye-screws. Someone attached to them would be stretched spread-eagled with every bit of skin exposed to the whip or whatever cruel device he wanted to use on her.

He used single leather cuffs to joints the insides of their wrists together and short lengths of chain to attach those to the upper corners. Lu was a few inches taller than Norma am so she was forced to stand on tiptoe.

"Kiss."

When they eagerly obeyed he used a belt around their necks to secure them with their mouths together.

"I want you to drink each other's screams, ” he explained.

She was pondering that strange concept when the full force of his nine-tailed whip landed painfully between her shoulder blades. She didn't so much scream as yelp but she was elated that Lu's tongue was deep enough in her mouth to stifle the sound.

The next must have been just as hard on Lu’s back. She felt her muscles stiffen. But only a soft moan of pleasure did she pass to her with an exciting kiss.

'My god, ' she thought, 'what a woman!'

He whipped Lu three times in relentless succession. Norma felt her tongue push deep into her mouth with a hunger that inflamed her lust too.

Of course her skin was next to feel the thick leather strands. Starting across her shoulders and then slowly working down her back, across her already tender ass, and down the backs of her legs. She never screamed but by the second lash on the back of her thighs she had begun to quietly weep. She tried to hold back but once they started they wouldn't stop.

She felt Lu's soft lips sucking her tears from her cheeks where they could reach and his voice next to her ear, "My cock aches for you. The more you suffer, the harder it makes me."

It was at that moment that she swore herself that she would never use safe words. That is not say she wasn't tempted.

Later, with the two of them torturing her, a powerful vibrator on her clit, and being denied permission to cum she came close more than once but managed to never break that vow.

He went back and forth between his two submissives, interspersing similar erotic descriptions between them. She could not remember ever being as turned on and if her mouth hadn't been full of her Miss' tongue she would have begged to be whipped harder.

His voice was soft, almost hypnotic and punctuated with bouts of intense whipping. She could feel her ego slipping away and yet had no desire to do anything to stop it. She was already their slave even though she had still to be trained to make it official.

Lu’s only fear about she and her Master taking a slave that they would both dominate was that she might lose my position as his favorite slave. That her owning her too might somehow make him less willing to use me as he always had.

But she happily learned, through every lash of his whip, that she was still his property to be used however he wished.

She had come to adore that thick-leathered cat o'nine tails. The way it sounded, the way it felt, the way it wrapped itself around her curves. And she knew that he loved using it to take her breath away. And also, of course, that it meant that he was going to fuck her soon. Not that he didn't occasionally not fuck her after, just to keep her on her toes.

She admired his choice of this position to whip the two of them. She didn't know about what it was doing to the libido of the girl whose lips were forcibly pressed against her own but every lash, whether on her body or her slave’s, increased her lust. That girl was managing to not scream but she could feel her pain through her kisses and the spasms of the body that had become glued to her own with their sweat.

Knowing how it must be arousing her Master added to her own arousal. She was so lost in her erotic fugue that she was not at first aware when he began to push his hard cock into her soaked cunt.

They had discovered that a good whipping always made her really tight and it took some effort for that wonderful organ to fill her. Had she not been well trained she could have cum right then. They were a perfect fit. His wide cock reached all the way to her cervix.

Holding himself inside, he gripped their new fucktoy by her hair with one hand and whipped her vigorously with the other. Inside her Lu felt him throbbing with every swing of the whip. She had enjoyed this sensation before when it had been her being struck but this was new and she reveled in it.

Pulling her lips away from Norma’s she whispered, “I’m going to whip you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

To her surprise and delight her new fucktoy answered, “Thank you, Miss... that sounds wonderful. I can’t wait.”

Her Master suddenly withdrew and passed under their joined arms to stand behind Norma and without a word shoved his cock into her dripping cunt, eliciting an earthy grunt that was stifled by Lu’s eager tongue.

And with that first thrust he brought the nine leather tails down sharply on Lu’s ass, in turn giving her a moan to feed to Norma’s mouth.

The pattern continued- a thrust and a lash, a thrust and a lash until both women were consumed with their own passions.

“How do you feel about anal?” he asked their new acolyte.

The girl had thought about it often, wondering if Tim would ever ask. She knew she’d say it was okay but also expected it would be pretty painful.

But now, in a couple of hours, that had all changed. If she was going to be a slave, she thought, it should be up to her new owners. Taking a deep breath she answered uncertainly, “My body is yours to use as you wish, Sir...”

Looking over her shoulder at Lu they exchanged slightly evil smiles. They had found their perfect slave.