Story - Helping Her Mistress - 5
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Posted:May 7, 2024 5:17 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2024 11:44 am 28 Views
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She didn’t sleep. No matter how much she tossed and turned she could not get comfortable. The binds chafed her wrists and ankles and made it difficult to move; the gag made it difficult to breathe. And she was tormented by what had happened already and nervous about what lay ahead. She may have finally fallen asleep - and probably did - but it was an uneasy and restless sleep.
All too soon she heard the footsteps of the attendants drawing near. She felt them release her from the restraints, remove the gag and blindfold, and help her to her feet. The cape was placed around her neck and attached through the o-ring on the collar. She was directed to clean herself and prepare for the day. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair, all under the watchful eyes of the attendants. When she presented herself to them they applied some makeup and lipstick and then anointed her with some scented oil. As they did, they noticed a tiny bit of stubble around her labia. One of the attendants quickly removed it with an electric razor. They looked her over carefully until they were satisfied with her appearance, Then they led her to the dining room where she was given a light breakfast before being taken back to the serving room where she resumed her duties - again, assigned cigar and drink duty.
The next few hours passed uneventfully. She was already accustomed to seeing her fellow submissives used at whim and obediently helped prepare them when selected by one the Masters. She kept waiting to be beckoned, on guard and alert for the signal, but for this morning she was passed over. But she drew no comfort from this. There was a long afternoon and evening ahead.
After lunch, she was surprised to be taken to another room. She saw rows of chairs arranged around a stage. On the stage was a table with an amazing amount of rope and a chair. She also noticed that there were large screens around the stage and the room and that she appeared on them in vivid high definition. She realized that whatever was going to happen was going to be televised and witnessed by those in the room but also by those watching via live stream. This realization caused her to stumble on her way up to the stage. The attendants quickly caught her, righted her, and led her to the center of the stage. Soon, a Master in formal attire appeared. He gave her barely a glance, simply faced the audience, and announced the program. “It is our pleasure to welcome you to the Showcase Room. Today, we are honored to have one of the true Shibari artists with us.” At that, a tall gentleman rose from the audience and came forward. “He will demonstrate a variety of ties - from the clean and simple, to the ornate and complicated - and will do so using this Submissive (pointing at her) as his model. There is no need to take pictures, although you are welcome to, as this is being streamed (her fear realized) and will be available to you on demand on our private network.”
With that, the host master left and she was alone with the Shibari Master. He explained to her, and the audience, that he would be tying her in several different positions to demonstrate the artistic opportunities afforded by Shibari. She would not be in any one position very long. But she must relax and give herself to his artistry in order for the demonstration to be successful. He smiled at her - not meanly - and asked if she understood. She nodded yes. He removed her cape, turned to the audience, and said, “Let’s begin.”
He was indeed a Master. She found herself bound in one position after another - breasts, elbows tied, arms tied behind her head, waist harness, waist harness with cuffs and crotch rope (which aggravated her pussy - still sore from the previous day’s abuse - but she fought the urge to struggle or complain), frog tie (thigh connected to ankle), hog tie (wrists connected to ankle), and more. His movements were sure and deft. And, as she watched herself on the screen, it was aesthetically pleasing. After each tie the audience had the opportunity to ask questions and to request that he redo the tie more slowly so that they could follow his movements. She did her best to stay relaxed; to accept the ties calmly, to ignore the humiliation of being used in this way in front of an audience of men, and for him to release her from the last tie (the hogtie). Instead, the rope connecting her wrists and ankles was attached to a hook and she was lifted up from the stage. There, he retied her breasts and looped the rope around to her collar - creating a perverse bra that forced her breasts to protrude for the pleasure of the audience. He kept her like that until the curiosity of the Members had been satisfied. Then she was lowered; the ropes removed; her cape reattached; and she was led back to her room. As she left, red faced from the humiliation and sore from the tight bondage, she heard only faintly the cheers and applause from the Masters in attendance. Was it for her? For the Shibari Master? Did it matter? Her only solace and comfort came from knowing she had completed one more task that would free her Mistress from the hold the Debt Master had on her. And that stayed with her as she was returned to her room and told to rest in anticipation of the evening’s activities. She was secured to the bed and, to her surprise, fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, her body at last responding to the stress it had been under. To sleep. But not to dream. And the hours passed.
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Story - Helping Her Mistress - 4
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Posted:May 1, 2024 8:13 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2024 11:44 am 689 Views
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It wasn’t long until she felt the hands of the attendants releasing her wrists and ankles and removing the tape from her mouth and eyes. She let herself be helped off the bed and to the shower where for the second time that day she let the hot water scald the shame and humiliation off her (as well as the disgusting cum). After she was done, she dried off, brushed her teeth, gargled vigorously, brushed her hair and presented herself to the attendants. She stood quietly as they anointed her with body oils and creams to smooth her skin and make it shine. Then they affixed a cape around her neck. The cape covered her ass and nothing else and left her open and vulnerable. She fought against showing her unhappiness and resentment at this treatment, reminding herself, “This is for My Mistress.” They secured her hands behind her and attached a leash to her collar and led her to the quarters of the Head Attendant.
“You will be on duty in the community room. This is where Doms gather to smoke cigars, drink, converse, and, should the mood strike them, pleasure themselves with the Subs. You will be responsible for taking drink orders and making sure their glasses remain full, offering the cigars, lighting them, keeping them lit, and ensuring the ashtrays are empty, and, being available to any Dom there should he express an interest in you. Similarly, you will help any other Sub get in position to be used should you be near enough to assist. You are to say nothing. And while it is necessary for you to keep your eyes up to navigate the room, you must never make direct eye contact with a Dom. Do you fully understand?”
She took a deep breath. “Yes, I understand.”
At a nod from the Head Attendants, she was taken by the leash from his quarters to the community room. There she was shown a tray of cigars and the location of the fully stocked bar.Her wrists were freed and she was in service.
She picked up the tray and circulated through the room. When she saw a glass that was empty or mostly so, she politely asked “Sir, may I refill your glass for you?” And when a cigar was out, she lit it and when it was showing a length of ash, she hurried to get an ashtray under it so it wouldn’t fall to the floor. She did this mechanically, robotically. Occasionally she snuck a glance at her fellow Subs - all attired as she was - and all equally obedient and compliant. Just as she was getting ready for her next pass through the room, she saw a Dom signal to a nearby Sub and direct her to a plush rug in front of him. This was not far from where she was, so she went over and helped the Sub to all fours and, with another Sub, lifted up the cape so the Dom could enter her; then they returned to their stations. She listened more than saw the Dom entering the Sub and fucking her but it seemed without much passion or excitement; more like masturbation. And when he came he zipped up and returned to his scotch and cigar with a studied indifference. She watched to see what action, if any, she should take, but the Sub got to her feet on her own and resumed her position.
This was the pattern for the afternoon - cigars, scotch (or other adult beverages), and dispassionate sex. She served as best she could - always with deference - always trying to anticipate - and then came the moment she dreaded. It was she who was being beckoned to serve. One of the other Subs helped her get in position and lifted up her cape. She grimaced and groaned as she felt the large cock start to enter her and screamed when it was fully inside. He withdrew and at a signal from him here ensued a flurry of activity - and she soon found herself tightly gagged, her wrists cuffed, and her head pushed down to the floor and the collar attached to the chain of the wrist cuffs. Now he reentered her. There was no lubricant to help and his cock seemed to have gotten larger. She gasped and braced herself as best she could. He fucked her like a machine. Back and forth and back and forth he went. She felt him grab her hips to bring her closer and when he did and she was tight against him, his strokes got faster. She tensed - would he cum in her? She prepared for the worst but just as he was ready to cum, he pulled out and ejaculated on her back. Once more she fought the impulse to puke. She remained in position as he zipped up and returned to his drink. Then she noticed that another Sub had approached her and gotten to her knees. “What fresh hell is this?” In answer, the Sub began to lick his cum off her back and did so until it was all gone and then wiped her saliva off with her cape. And without a word she rose and was gone.
Immediately after, she was released from her cuffs, the gag removed, and she was instructed to return to her service station. She did so, on wobbly legs, with a sore cunt, and with a hollow feeling inside her. And then, with focus and determination, she picked up the cigar tray and circulated through the room. No matter what they did to her body, they would never get to her spirit and her unwavering commitment to Her Mistress. Thus resolved, she completed the rest of her service that day without further incident. And when she was returned to her room and bound and strapped down and blindfolded and gagged she drew comfort from knowing she had made it this far and was confident that she could bear whatever was left for her.
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Story - Helping Her Mistress - 3
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Posted:May 1, 2024 8:12 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2024 11:44 am 654 Views
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The footsteps and conversation got louder and more distinct as the men drew closer. And it wasn’t long before she could tell they were in her room and near her.
“Yes, she will let you f&ck her - she has no choice.”
“I don’t know. You said she was a lesbian. Why would she?”
“She is here to pay off a debt and the terms are non-negotiable. She must do whatever I tell her to do while she is here.”
Her stomach turned. Her breath quickened. She began to sweat.
“Well, she is lovely.” He let his hand run over her body. As soon as she felt it, she flinched and tried to draw away.
A stern voice said, “There’ll be none of that.”
The hand resumed its slow exploration of her body - and exploration only a woman’s hand had ever taken. She began to cry behind her blindfold.
“Now, it is unlikely she has ever had a man inside her” (she trembled at the words) “so I recommend you use a good lubricant to make it easier for you to enter her” (she wanted to slam her legs closed, but couldn’t - they were too securely attached to the bed). “I am not sure about birth control so to be on the safe side, pull out before you climax, and cum on her.”
“Okay. I get it.” He withdrew his hand. She heard a zipper being pulled down and the rustle of clothes being removed. Then she felt a warm oil being applied to her pussy and up inside her. She shook her head violently back and forth - the gag muted her cries of “No, No.”
It was all for naught. She felt the head of his cock at the opening to her pussy - she held her breath - and then was aware of it being pushed into her - she exhaled violently. He moved back and forth with great confidence; and she did her best to accommodate him when he moved her hips to get her closer. She tightened her eyes behind the blindfold and remembered Her Mistress and her soft and gentle ministrations to this same part of her body and the care she took to find every place of pleasure and delight and the warmth of her touch and the smile on Her Mistresses’ face as she brought her to her climax (assuming she had been good enough to deserve that).
This memory, this dream helped to divorce her from what was happening, but not for long enough. All too soon she was back in the moment, feeling the cock abusing her pussy, hearing the groans of this man as he pushed himself into her, feeling the sweat that dripped from him as a result of his exertions. His strokes got faster and deeper. His cock head swelled and the shaft got even harder. “Oh, God, he’s going to come. Please let him remember.” He did. He pulled out and came over her belly - great quantities of juice spilling onto her. He grunted, groaned, moaned, and sighed with satisfaction as the last of him dripped onto her. She heard him get off the bed, heard the sound of him getting dressed, and his words of thanks and appreciation to the debt owner as he left the room.
“You did well. Again. Your Mistress will be pleased. Now the attendants will release you to clean yourself and dress in the open caftan that is the only garment you wear when you are here. You will then be brought to the Chief Attendant who will assign you your domestic duties.”
And then he was gone and she was left wondering just what those domestic duties might be even as she knew she would find out soon enough.
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Fear - This quote struck me deeply
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Posted:Apr 28, 2024 4:41 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2024 10:55 am 968 Views
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"He was afraid. He had always been afraid. Forever at the margin of his mind there was something to be afraid of, something to fear. He did not know what it was, but it was always there, real, imminent, unimaginable." (From House Made of Dawn, by N. Scott Momaday)
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A Slump- Updated 5/1/24
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Posted:Apr 27, 2024 9:16 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 8:19 am 1033 Views
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I am in a slump. I can't thinks of ways to move my stories forward, I can't think of interesting "scenes", and I have less and less energy to visit rooms and make an effort at a connection of any kind. I am sure this well pass - but for the moment - well, there's no resolve here.
Update - All stories are up to date. And, yes, I can hear the chorus of "Who cares". Lol.
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Happy Passover
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Posted:Apr 22, 2024 8:41 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 7:36 pm 1629 Views
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Hope you find the afikomen (and not the Kofi Annan).
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Blog Views - Bots?
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Posted:Apr 21, 2024 9:22 am
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2024 4:58 am 1777 Views
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I noticed recently a stunning uptick in the number of views of my blog. At first I thought - cool, people are looking at what I have written - and then the skeptic in me thought/wondered - are these views generated by bots crawling the site?
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