Branded

 I wasn't restrained, no chains, no rope, no cuffs, but it didn't matter. I was naked in a remote location surrounded by dominant dykes, some of them real bull dykes. I was helpless and a slave and completely at their mercy.

When Chains took my arms and guided me across the room of staring women I figured it was just to be placed in some new, uncomfortable position to service another one of the women in some painful way. At least... I kind of hoped so.

She guided me to table. It looked like a small dining table, about six feet long, about four feet wide. A cheap table, but sturdy. 

"Lay down," she barked and pushed me down roughly. My stomach and breasts hit the Formica top with a slap as I was shoved down on it; it was cool to the touch. My arms were quickly pulled to the sides and up, and were quickly tied to the table legs above my head where I lay. Someone behind me (not Chains) kicked my ankles and legs apart so they were spread wide, my feet next to the table legs.

My ankles were quickly tied to the table legs. I had been on my tip toes with the way they had pulled my arms toward the table legs when tying them, and now my legs were spread I could no longer touch the floor. My toes were probably only an inch away from the kitchen tile but it didn't matter. It might as well have been ten feet.

Someone, one of the girls I was sure (not the bull that had stretched me so horribly a few minutes ago), started probing my sore cunt. I just lay there, waiting and accepting the probing and hands that slid over my bare flesh.

My head lay on the table, turned to the side. I was looking to me left and I saw a woman, a bull dyke, doing something. At the stove. The gas burner was on, the flames turned on high. My hair had flopped down over my face and it was hard to get it out; my face was wet with sweat and some other fluids, and the hair stuck. I moved my head, shook it and managed to get some of it out of my eyes.

The bull dyke had salt and pepper hair cut short like a man, but was topless and had massive breasts that wobbled as she moved. I lay, fascinated as I watched her move. In spite of her masculine look, she was overtly sexual in a very in-your-face way. Chains went over and put her arms around the bull dyke where she worked and I watched as Chains put her arms around the dyke from the back, fondling her breasts from behind. The bull dyke continued working with whatever she was doing with the stove. Chains whispered something to her, and the bull dyke nodded, leaning back to give Chains a big, sloppy, sexual kiss.

She then returned to the stove. What was she doing? Whatever it was, I was getting nervous. Well, I had been nervous before but I was getting scared. So much so I hardly felt the fingers going in and out of my cunt and ass. 

Then I saw a bit more of what the bull dyke was doing. She had some sort of thin metal rod that ended in some sort of twist. She had it in the flame of the gas stove burner, and was heating it.

I almost threw up the fear hit my stomach so hard. She was heating a piece of metal. Directly in the flame like that, it was getting heated to where it was going to be glowing, red hot... in fact... I could see the end glowing just a bit. That had to be for more.

I whimpered. "Oh god, please no... please no..." 

Begging would not influence anyone there, in fact it would probably just get them off. I tried the one thing I could think of that might have an effect. "Master... master will not like me to be damaged!"

Chains grabbed my hair, lifting my head off the table and shoving her face directly in mine.  "Master is the one that instructed us to do this. It's why you are here, slave."

She spit out the name 'Master' as if it were a dirty word. My mouth opened in horror and I suddenly sobbed, crying. They were going to burn me. Burn my flesh. 

Where? For how long? What was going on?

I struggled against the restraints on my arms and legs, panicked. They wouldn't budge, though I could wriggle around a bit.

The bull dyke removed the metal from the flame and examined it. There was a tiny wisp of smoke that rose from the metal. The end was in a shape. A curve. I couldn't see exactly how it was curved, but it was a very definite pattern. It became clearer.

They were going to brand me. 

I turned my head away, putting my face down on the hard table surface, still straining against the restraints uselessly. I screamed out then. "NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!"

Turning my head back the bull dyke was moving over to me, the metal brand glowing slightly. It was a very thin piece of metal, and so glowed easily, and the pattern at the end was simple but delicate.

And it was heading for me. 

"Hold her down," said the bull dyke.

Several sets of hands grabbed me to keep me from wriggling. I kept trying. Where were they going to do it? Had Master actually approved this? It was just one more step in my descent into complete owned slavery... to be permanently marked.

"NO NO NO NO NO..." I was yelping, terrified. I could smell the hot metal as it got very close.

They were holding my upper body.

One of the women crawled up on the table and actually sat on my back, at my waist. There must have been five women holding my shoulders and upper body in place.

I could do nothing.

Someone shoved something into my mouth. I thought it was a gag, but it was more like a stick with cloth wrapped around it.

"Bite down on this," someone said. I gripped the gag in my teeth. It wasn't fastened down, I could have spit it out but I had a feeling I would want it in a second or two.

The bull dyke was in position. 

I tensed. My jaw was biting down on the bit gag, hard, my jaw muscles like iron. I closed my eyes, my hands going to fists.

I waited for the burn.

When it came it was worse than anything I could have imagined. It was sudden, and hard. The metal piece hit my left shoulder blade and pressed down really hard. The burn was instant and terrible, and I screamed through the gag. Jerked, moved, as best I could even though I was being held down. 

There were still a set of fingers in my cunt, another in my ass, but all thought of that was long gone. My entire world had focused onto the one point on my left shoulder blade that had burst into raw fire.

My body had jerked hard when the pain hit, but the bull dyke knew how to brand. She had probably done it before. Go in quick, press down hard so even if they jerk and move the brand is pressed against one point on the flesh.

I continued screaming. The pain continued. It was a few moments before I realized the branding iron had been removed, but the burning, the pain, was just as intense.

My screaming slowly subsided and was replaced with sobbing, tears flowing freely.

"ohmygodohmygodohmygod..." I began saying over and over.

Someone put some ice on the wound. I simply lay there on the table, limp. 

The woman who had been sitting on me got off. It was over. My back was burning, hurting terribly, but it was over. I would begin to heal now.

The bull dyke and Chains were looking at my back, standing next to the table. There was a slightly strange smell in the room. Something.. burned flesh. My flesh.

"Looks pretty good," Chains said. 

"Yeah. I like it," the bull dyke said.

Chains leaned down to my face again. "Well, you are his now. Permanently. That mark will tell everyone you are his whore."

My legs were undone, then my wrists. I didn't attempt to get up though. Someone was rubbing a salve on my wound. It was still burning but was beginning to feel a bit better. 

But most of all, inside me I was broken. My body had been permanently branded, modified in a way to show my new status as a completely owned slave and slut. I would never get away from it now. It would follow me where ever I was. 

I wanted Master. I didn't like being wounded, burned, branded, without his comfort. I wanted to bow at his feet and feel his hand on my head. I wanted him to slap me. I wanted him to rape me. Anything. Even a whipping would have made me feel better at that point.

Instead they handed me a mirror. 

"Take a look," the bull dyke said. Another dyke was holding a mirror behind me. I was able to angle the mirror and see the brand on my shoulder. It was an angry red splotch, but in the middle was a darker pattern, almost black curve. A curled "C". 

I stifled sobs and nodded. Putting the mirror down.

"It will heal quickly. The salve will help a lot," said the bull dyke. "Follow these instructions to apply the antibiotic creme, and the salve to help it heal, and the scaring should be minimal and restricted to the small area of the brand."

I nodded, tears streaming from my eyes, but acceptance of the change that had been applied to my flesh..

"What shall we do with the newly branded slave?!" Called out Chains to her crew. It didn't matter what they did to me now. I was meat. A slave. Something to be used. I would submit and please.

Several people called out ideas as I stood there, unrestrained but willing to do as I was told. Every ounce of resistance had been drained from me.

My shoulder burned like it was on fire, though the salve had helped a bit. Moving my left arm sort of made it worse but it was bad to begin with so... it didn't matter.

"Fuck her!" called someone. "Make her fuck the stud," shouted another. I assumed they meant the black slave that was there. "Strapons!" shouted another. "Make her serve us drinks... with no hands!" shouted another. "Enema," cried another bull dyke in the corner.  "Hang her upside down and beat her," said the bull dyke that had branded me.

I didn't react to any of these things. I just stood, looking at the floor, hair hanging down to cover my face. I wasn't the only naked person in the place, the black bull stud was naked someplace, and most of the dyke bikers were partially clothed. A couple were mostly naked, though none were completely undressed.

"I do think she needs to be thoroughly fucked after being branded," said Chains. I wondered what she meant, as there was only one guy in the place. I was no stranger to sex with women, in fact it was what I preferred, but somehow I didn't think these women were all going to take turns eating me out.

"All right then!" Cried one woman, an older woman of about 50, who has lean and hard muscled. She wasn't especially good looking but she had her top off and what I could see of her, she had an amazing, muscular body.

"Betty is going to fuck her!" Cried another woman. "Let me do it too!"

They both rose and "Betty", the older hardbody woman, dug around inside a bag that had been peeking out from behind one of the chairs. She pulled out two elaborate leather type harnesses that I recognized immediately. Strapon. And two dildos, one larger, one smaller. Both were of the natural-feel rubber kind, not the hard plastic.

Chains pushed me down to my knees. 

"Wish she had bigger boobs, I'd love to tie them up and punish them," said another of the women. She was sitting on a sofa, her hand in another biker's pants, slowly rubbing, massaging between the other woman's legs. I could see the movement under the denim.

"We can still abuse them," said Chains. "Right now she gets fucked."

Betty had stripped her pants off and stood before me. Wow, she had a lean, mean body. I would have loved to grapple with her in a passionate love making session, but instead she had a strapon dildo in front of my face. "Suck it," she demanded.

I took the dildo in my mouth and sucked. 

"All the way to my balls, bitch." Better demanded, grabbing my hair and pulling my head into her hips. The rubber shaft slid deeper inside my mouth and into my throat. I gagged from the unexpected, sudden sensation, but managed to keep the contents of my stomach down.

"Get around back of her, Elaine," Better said to the other woman who was also wearing a strapon now. "Pinch her tits."

Elaine moved around back, her cock pressing against my back as she leaned down and pinched and pulled my nipples, hard. I have sensitive nipples and it hurt, but nothing compared to the lingering pain from being branded.

After a minute of sucking Betty's cock, she pulled out and said, "Enough. Hands and knees."

I moved forward and lowered my hands down so I was on all fours. Betty moved around to the back and switched places with Elaine behind me.

I had not counted how many people were there, but I think it was about 20 girls. Most of them were rough looking. Chains was the best looking, in a rough sort of way. Betty had the best body. There was one petite blonde who was wearing a spiked dog collar sitting on the floor next to one of the other dykes. She was cute in a very young way. All in all, I was the best looking female in the bunch, I knew. That wasn't a good thing. It pissed a number of them off, including Chains. They wanted to put me in my place.

And the entire room was watching me on all fours. A number of them had passed by to examine my brand and express their approval to the bull dyke. But now, they were all sitting in what was more or less a circle, watching Betty, Elaine and Chains abuse me as I submitted to them.

Several of them had their cell phones out and were taking photos of me, or capturing video. I tried to ignore that, but realizing my branding and subsequent humiliation was being recorded by a bunch of strangers made me flush in embarrassment. I knew the images would make their way to the internet and could quite possibly go viral. It was as if there were thousands of men watching me in an arena right now, all stroking their cocks as I took whatever the dykes dished out.

Elaine shoved her dildo cock into my mouth and I sucked it just like a real one. I even swirled my tongue on the head, and used my lips. In back of me, Betty was placing her cock against my anus, using her fingers to spread my ass cheeks wide, pressing and pulling hard.

"I don't care of you loosen up, slut, but this cock is going in your ass." Betty shoved hard. I gasped and Elaine's cock went deep because I was pushed forward just as Elaine pushed in.

Betty's cock went in and Elaine's cock was already as deep as it would go.

I made a sort of gurgling, gasping noise. Not really a protest but an involuntary choke and grunt from being impaled on both ends.

What was really humiliating about all of this was that I knew the cocks embedded deep inside me were just objects. Neither of these women were feeling any physical stimulation or pleasure from fucking me. Neither was I, for that matter, since no one was near my cunt or pussy.

What pleasure there was came from everyone in the room watching my body get invaded, pounded, made to service a purposeless mistress, to behave as if I was fucking when in reality I was just being tortured. That was getting the women off. And I wanted to die from humiliation. I truly felt like a simple piece of meat, good for nothing.

Betty and Elaine continued pushing in and out for a while, Betty's cock making it deep inside my rectum. 

Suddenly Elaine pulled out of my mouth and lay down on her back, just to my side.

"Spread your legs, wide!" She barked. I moved my knees apart. Betty was still inside my ass, thrusting. She never let up. I figured I was bleeding by then, but it still didn't hurt as much as the brand.

Elaine squiggled and squirmed under me, slid her legs between mine until her face was just below mine.

"Lower yourself on my cock," she demanded. Her strapon dildo was sticking up below my crotch, just below where Betty was thrusting. I lowered my hips and felt the tip of Elaine's rubber cock sliding over my stomach. She lifted it up, sliding it over my clit, and it found my pussy lips, spreading them.

She shoved it in. It went in easily. I must have been wet. Why, I don't know. Maybe from earlier semen from the bull, except... he hadn't cum inside me. What from then? Was I actually aroused? Wet? 

Both girls were thrusting inside me now. I could feel them rubbing against each other when inside, a fairly thin wall of flesh between them inside me.

I'd never experienced dp before, though once I had inserted a butt plug and then fucked a guy. This was different. The dildos were larger, like large cocks, longer and they were moving. I was being fucked in both holes.

Simply moaning and grunting from the effort and pain of being thrust into, I took it. I lowered myself into Elaine. Our bare stomachs had touched before, I now felt her bare breasts against mine. They were soft, larger than mine. She grabbed my head and kissed me. It was hard because my body and head were bouncing around from their thrusts, but we managed a deep, tongue filled wet kiss.

It was interrupted by someone saying, "Suck me!"

A third woman was kneeling next to Elaine's head and mine. I pushed up on my hands again and was presented with another dildo strap on. "Oh... fuck..." I moaned.

"Take me! We want you completely filled like the slut you are!" grunted the woman. She was perhaps 40 with beautiful dark hair, a face with sharp features and a sexy if slightly overweight body. Her breasts sagged a bit but were still good. None of the women here were good looking, except perhaps for Chains and the cute young one with the dog collar. And me. This woman was average looking, but somehow it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was to suck her cock.

And I did. 

Three cocks inside me, none of them real. I had never thought this would happen to me. I was getting pounded from all sides. Filled, my body bounced in odd, random ways as the uncoordinated thrusts of the three women kept going. 

Normally, I would have been trying to get one or more of these cocks to ejaculate. There would have been an end in sight-- when the guy climaxed and spurted his semen into or on me. But with these women? These weren't real cocks in me and it would go on as long as they wanted.

Betty stopped, pulled out, but it stopped nothing. She gave her strapon to Chains, who slid it on and picked up where Betty had stopped. They could keep this up all night until I was bruised and bleeding from every orifice. 

It lasted about a half hour, I think. It seemed longer. Elaine pulled out of me first, then the woman with her cock in my mouth. I noticed at that point that a number of the dykes had lost a lot of their clothes and were engaged in various forms of sex. Some where watching me and masturbating. There were two couples making out. The rest seemed to be watching me intently with hands or lips or something else stimulating their partner. Most of them were enjoying the sexuality of my abuse.

When Chains finally withdrew her cock from my ass, I collapsed on the floor, curling up into a fetal position. My ass hurt horribly, as did my cunt. The inside of my throat was sore, both from plastic dildos and from vomit that had surged up a couple of times. The brand on my back was feeling better, though it still hurt.

I thought of my master, and wished he would come soon. I wanted to be home, serving him. 

My Pet

I don't watch TV. If I need that kind of distraction, I read. I love reading next to a fire with the lights low. This doesn't work in the summer, of course, but during the winter is the best time to read, when there is snow outside and a warm fire inside and my pet next to me.

It's a bit hard on my pet. Her name is Janice, and I am constantly training her. She has a life, a good one. A strong one, an independent one. She works her own job, pays her own bills.

But in my presence, she's my pet. My play thing.

It took a while for us to come to this arrangement. Originally, she and I had something of a competition. Some might call it an all out war that I eventually won. It was most definitely a struggle and it is amazing that we both survived.

Bit in the end we eventually found our places, and Janice's place is naked, restrained, at my feet.

I admit that my penchant for reading is hard on her. She sits patiently, naked and beautiful, next to the chair. No TV means nothing for her to watch, nothing to occupy that beautiful, submissive mind of hers. Unless I provide a distraction, that is.

"Janice, my dear. Would you like a distraction tonight? I am deep in this novel, and I might be absorbed by it for a while."

Her eyes revealed the conflict the suggestion inspired in her mind. Finally, she nodded. This was all she could do, really, as she had a ball gag in her mouth.

Wearing a ball gag by itself, no other restraint, is a special kind of obedience training, with a bit of humiliation thrown in. She could remove it at any time, simply reach up and unbuckle. But I trust her not to. Because she is obedient.

The ball gag also makes her drool. She is not allowed to clean it up, so her chin and chest are usually glistening. That's humiliating, making a mess of yourself and not being able to clean it up.

"Good girl. Stay here." If I had truly wished to humiliate her then, I would simply have said "Stay". A command, simple, like a dog. By adding "here" I was giving her a tiny bit of respect that I knew she would notice.

I left for a moment, and returned to see her obediently in exactly the same place I had left her. I stroked her hair gently and lovingly. "Good girl."

We have a variety of clamps. Some are not as strong as others, some are prettier than others, and some of chains or other decorative items for beauty, like jewelry. You'd be surprised how different a nipple clamp can feel, depending on how firm it is, where it is placed, and that sort of thing. They all produce at least some basic discomfort; most produce pain. A few, placed well, can be enough to bring tears and make her beg for relief.

I kissed the top of her head then reached down and attached the first nipple clamp. The clamps I used are adjustable. There's a tiny ring around the base of them you can move up, which makes the tips of the clamp squeeze down harder.

I placed the clamp on her left nipple and slid the adjustment up about halfway. This increased the pressure and with it the discomfort; halfway is enough to cause pain, but not make it unbearable.

She didn't make a noise. The second clamp went one and there was a short inhalation of breath. I knew exactly how they hurt; I've used them myself. It is important for me to know exactly what sensations she is experiencing.

Of course, the clamps were also directly on the nipple, not back on the aureoli. That increases the pain. The nipples are more sensitive and smaller and more prone to pain.

"Are they secure? Test them, make sure they are attached well and creating enough discomfort," I instructed Janice.

Telling my submissive to test her own torture, to play with the pain and make sure it is sufficient, is a form of submission and torture by itself. Janice pulled on the chain, winced, and nodded.

Two large fishing weights appeared and I hung them from the chain attached to the clamps. They pulled the clamped nipples down, creating a sharper sensation of discomfort. She made no noise then, but I could see the pain in her face.

Just to help her, to make it clear the clamps were there-- the pain was there and was completely under my control, I handcuffed her wrists behind her back.

Her ball gag was removed and she licked her lips, working her mouth to get rid of the lingering feeling. Her chest remained shiny from the drool.

I then placed two objects on the table next to me where she could see them. First, a belt. Second, a strapon.

"I love it when you suffer for me," I said and leaned down, kissing her on the lips. "It excites me. Come. Kneel between my legs."

I slipped off my jeans and positioned myself on the chair, put one leg up over the arm, and took up my book and began reading.

Janice knelt between my legs, her clamp weights swinging slightly as she moved. Every small movement would hurt, I knew. The pain was a distraction. It would focus her mind on something while I read. That and the taste of my pussy.

"Eat," I said as I turned a page.

And she did. Her tongue moved my panties to the side and she began to lick and taste me, slowly, doing her best to get in there and make me happy.

It was unexpectedly pleasant. The relaxed feeling of sitting back and reading a favorite novel while my pet lapped and stimulated me. I wasn't going to cum anytime soon, but the sensations were just... delightfully satisfying.

She moved to my clit a little fast, and I had to redirect her. "Not just yet. You were doing fine. Inside a bit more, deeper."

She did her best.

I finished a chapter and put the book down. "OK, the clit. I am ready."

My eyes were closed and I was massaging my breasts, feeling sexier and ready to let the sensations take hold and become a climax.

Janice turned it on, pressing against my clit with her tongue. She didn't have her fingers to help, so she worked her tongue to slid against my bare clit, alternating flicking and pressing firmly, occasionally delving inside before returning to my clit.

When I was ready I grabbed her head, feeling her soft hair in my fingers and pressed her in. It was a quiet orgasm, a bit of hard breathing and a moan when the glow flooded through me.

I could see the hint of torment still in her eyes as I sighed and felt the endorphins slowly leave my body. The clamps were still hurting her.

"Time for your reward, Janice. You have made me happy this evening."

Janice looked a bit cautiously happy and her eyes darted to the belt and strapon that had been waiting on the table.

"Yes, you are right!" I grinned and chuckled and picked up the strapon.

Janice doesn't really like strapons. She is not a stranger to them, but they've never been a pleasure.

"Mistress?"

"Yes, Janice?" She calls me mistress, not because she wants to but because I've asked her to. She thinks it is silly, which is one reason I make her do it.

"I would really rather not do the strapon. I don't like them," she said clearly.

"Oh, I know that. That is specifically why we are using it tonight."

"Oh..." she said quietly.

"Open your mouth." She understands this ritual. Her body is mine. If I want to insert something into one of her holes at any time, I get to. She is to obey.

She opened her mouth obediently.

I leaned down, keeping her eyes on mine, looking, demanding her attention as I inserted two fingers in her mouth.

She took them obediently, and I began to move them in and out, pressing down, invoking the gag reflex. She did gag, my fingers were wriggling around inside her throat specifically to make her gag. Her stomach contracted, she tried hard to control the vomit, but my fingers fucked her mouth for a while, just to remind her that I was in charge.

I pulled out and she gasped, breathing freely again.

"Now, do you need to be secured before we begin?"

I knew the answer already. "No. I am OK. Mistress."

"Fine then. Over the chair."

Janice obediently leaned over a chair we have designated for punishment. The back of the chair pushed against her stomach and lifted her hips. She spread her legs slightly to allow access. Good girl. I slid my hand over her tight ass in appreciation.

"Before you begin, can I have the clamps removed?" She asked.

"Of course." I removed them one at a time, which caused a small yip of pain. Removing them hurt as much as putting them on. I imagine the nipples had become numb in the last half hour and the return of blood meant a return to pain. I reached around and massaged her breasts and nipples for a moment.

"You know, we should invite one of your friends over to watch this sometime."

Silence.

I placed two fingers on her pussy from behind and slid them along her slit, feeling her sex, then slid two fingers insider her. Withdrawing them I could see she was wet. Ready. What a submissive slut.

"I'd rather you not bring an audience to watch me." She said.

"I know, dear. I know. It will be difficult for you. But it will be an important part of your training. The humiliation of showing a friend just what a pain slut you are, how you subject yourself willingly to being fucked and demeaned, well... I think we will have to discuss this in more detail. The audience I mean. Later. For now, simply imagine what it would be like if Jody were here, watching you as I fuck you now."

And with that, I pressed my cock against her pussy, slowly shoving it in. "Spread your legs further."

Even though she was wet, her flesh resisted.

"Lube," I said.

She seemed relieved. "Yes, please."

After smearing on some lube, the cock slipped in a lot easier. I watched it spread her lips as they expanded, forced apart by the cock, until they surrounded and hugged the cock as if it was trying to draw it in.

I love hearing her grunt when the rubber appendage slides in all the way the first time.

I began sliding it in and out, slowly at first. It's a large dildo with a natural feel. I truly enjoyed watching her pussy lips grip the phallus as I slid it out, and then feeling the resistance as I pushed it back in.

Grabbing her hips, I made sure it went all the way in. I knew she was feeling impaled at this moment, and that gave me immense pleasure.

My fucking continued, slowly increasing the rhythm. I enjoy the feeling of thrusting my hips, knowing each thrust is filling her, penetrating her, spreading her wider, pushing against her insides.

My hands went to her breasts as I leaned over her, hugging her from behind as I thrust. I pushed her down flat so I could lay on top of her, completely dominating her.

Her breathing was getting faster, either from pleasure or the strain of being pounded by my cock. Her ass was raised slightly to meet my thrusts.

My hand worked from her breasts to her throat, squeezing just a little. She was panting, the panting in time with my thrusts. The dildo inside her was probably messing with her insides enough it was effecting her breathing.

Time for the belt.

The belt was looped, the end inserted into the buckle. I slipped it over her head and pulled. It tightened around her neck like a noose.

"Oh!" she gasped, surprised by the unexpected constriction. "Oh my.. god..."

The last word came out a little strangled as I pulled the belt tighter, constricting it around her beautiful neck. I slipped it over her head and around her neck easily at first, but once in place I yanked, making the loose loop tighten around her neck.

The flesh puffed out a bit from the sides of the belt, showing it was squeezing nicely.

The fucking continued, and I used the belt like a set of reigns on a horse as I rode my pet. Being careful to not cut off air completely, and making sure blood flow continued, I fucked my darling girl until she was exhausted and spent, gasping for air each time I eased up on the belt, then gurgling again when I pulled back.

There's something so delightful in controlling a slave so completely. Fucking them while being able to cut their oxygen, determining when and how much they breathe. The feeling of thrusting hips-- I can sort of understand the pleasure men experience in thrusting into a girl.

It's such a primal feeling, using your hips to penetrate and hearing her grunts from the foreign object invading her abdomen and strangling cries as you allow her to breathe.

I was merciful. I stopped long before her pussy got very sore, and before she really began to choke and gag. The purpose of the belt was simply to exert more control over her. To let her know she had no options, no personal alternative, to letting me do as I pleased with her, regardless of how painful it was.

Had I allowed her to touch herself during the fucking she would have had at least one orgasm. I did not. Her wrists remained secured behind her back, unable to touch herself. She was not allowed any orgasms at this time. Not until the weekend.

Her experiences that evening were strictly an exercise in submission. Having her accept and endure and perform for me, because I demanded it of her.

When I had finished with her, I let her know just how proud I was.

"Come here, my little one. You've done well."

Taking her in my arms, I kissed her gently and nuzzled her neck. "I love it when you submit to me," I whispered in her ear, my arms around her naked body.