Ripe for the Picking

"Yes Master, I am but your helpless slave, I must obey your every command, but please, oh please quench this unholy desire within me, drive it from me with your huge cock," pussylips pleaded.

"Gladly, but first, my slave needs another shave and shower, I think we will use the depilation cream on your whole body, then you will not need to shave ever again."

"Oh yes please, Master, but hurry, I am so horny. Oh god, you have ignited a fire in me that may never be quenched," pussylips breathed and then moaned with arousal. "Did you put something in my food, Master?"

"I had thought of that option if you didn't come around, but no, I hadn't even bought anything like that yet, come with me to the big shower."

"Yes Master," pussylips said as she followed along behind her Master into the bathroom with the large open shower. Brett removed all of her cuffs and the collar and led her into the shower. He did not turn the water on, but instead used thin zip ties to hold her in a standing spread eagle, attaching her to the corners. "I'm not going to run away Master," pussylips complained.

"So you say, but for this exercise, the depilation cream stings a bit and you can't touch or rub on the cream, it has to sit for a full fifteen minutes," Brett said as he left the shower area for a moment, returning with a large tub of a light green creamy substance. He started at her toes and rubbed the cream on her naked body, being sure to wear rubber gloves. He worked slowly and methodically up her body. He was careful around her pretty pussy, he didn't want to get any on her sensitive lips or clit, but wanted to be sure and cover her entire mound properly. Soon he was working up her stomach and over her breasts. He coated her arms and neck and then stopped. "I noticed you have a bit of peach fuzz on your chin and upper lip, so I'm going to put this on the lower part of your face as well. Keep your mouth closed."

"Yes Master," pussylips agreed and kept as still as possible while he rubbed the cream onto the lower half of her face, and then on her nose and cheeks, stopping under her eyes which were wide with fright at this point. Relief spread over her face when he stopped there and put away the cream and peeled off the gloves. She moaned slightly as the depilation cream did its work. He was right, it did sting a bit in some areas, especially in her armpits and around her pussy and anus. Even her upper lip was stinging a bit, but she was glad she wouldn't have to worry about shaving off the peach fuzz that grew there. Finally the fifteen minutes had ended and Brett returned, wearing hip waders and a rubber raincoat. He sprayed her down thoroughly, washing off all of the cream. He had to use a brush in some areas to get it all off, but when he was done he cut the zip ties and left the shower.

"You may begin washing yourself, slave," Brett said as he departed and pussylips turned on the shower head and adjusted the temperature, rinsing her body thoroughly and luxuriating in the warm water cascading over her body. She grabbed the mitts and added shower gel before she began soaping her body. Brett returned while her back was turned and he watch his beautiful slave wash her curves. It was a wonder to behold and she jumped and shrieked when she turned back around to rinse and saw him standing there fully naked.

"Sorry, Master, you startled me."

"It's good for a slave to be a bit afraid of her Master," Brett said only half joking.

"Yes Master," pussylips agreed as she finished rinsing her body, posing and holding herself in the most sexual ways that she knew.

"You're such a tease," Brett joked, enjoying the show.

"Will it get me fucked, Master?"

"Absolutely, continue slave."

"Thank you Master," pussylips moaned as she wet her hair to wash it. She grabbed the shampoo bottle and realized it was the same brand she used. Obviously her Master had done his homework. Had he been in her apartment? She didn't know and applied a glob of shampoo to her thick luxurious hair and began working it in, massaging her own scalp. She realized that while she was doing this it lifted the line of her breasts and her Master seemed pleased as they bounced and jiggled with the movement of her hands and arms. She rinsed her hair and applied the conditioner, letting it sit for a couple minutes as directed on the bottle. Soon she rinsed out the conditioner and then looked at her Master.

"Are you finished?"

"Yes Master."

"Good, now wash me," Brett ordered as he walked closer and turned on the handheld shower as well and wet himself with it.

"Ooo, Master, do you work out? You're so strong and muscular -- and handsome."

"Yes, but not as much as I used to, and thank you slave," Brett responded as she applied his shower gel to a different set of bath mitts he had given her. She began washing his body, lovingly and gently, giggling a bit when she took extra time with his cock and he had to push her away from it to keep himself under control. God this was hot, his beautiful slave washing his body, he must have died and gone to heaven. But no, he could feel her touching him, now on his muscular chest and she seemed awed by his powerful physique. He was nearly a foot taller than her and she smiled up at him with a salacious grin. How did this happen so quickly? Why was she enjoying this so much? He sure was and he had to think of something else as she finished washing him and rinsed him down with the hand held.

"Should I just shampoo your whole head and face, Master?"

"Yes, that's what I normally do," Brett replied and pussylips put plenty of shampoo on his hair and beard, massaging all over. He closed his eyes when she washed over his face and then suddenly popped them open when he thought about the fact that she was completely unfettered, but then remembered she wouldn't be able to escape. He had a retinal scanner at the door, it was the only way to unlock it, she would never get it open, unless she had hours and knew how to remove the panel and hot wire the circuits. Of course that might lock it permanently, he didn't know. If that happened he had his cell phone hidden to call the guy who installed it to get him out. But slave pussylips seemed happy and content as she rinsed him off. In fact she was happy. She knew what she had been repressing and the man who had kidnapped her was strong, tall and ruggedly handsome with his beard. She liked it and him, he was much like her father, kind and nice, but firm when necessary. Would he tie her up and tease her to multiple orgasms? She sure hoped so.

Brett turned off the water and left the shower with pussylips following along behind. He grabbed a couple of towels, handing one to her and drying himself with the other. She got the message and dried her body and then hair as best she could with the one towel.

"Master, may I use another towel to dry my hair?"

"Yes," Brett responded and tossed pussylips a second towel. She dried her hair with the new towel and then gently sat in the chair facing the makeup table. She blow dried her hair brushing it as she went, trying to imitate the strokes her Master had used the evening before. When she was finished she beamed with pride that she had achieved the same result. She opened the makeup and started to apply it like earlier. Brett came over and directed slightly different coloration to which pussylips acceded. Soon she looked incredibly beautiful and Brett kissed her on top of the head before walking away and coming back with a red metal collar in his hand.

"Kneel, slave," Brett ordered and pussylips slid to her knees and assumed the openly sexual kneeling position she had been taught.

"Is that my collar, Master?"

"Yes slave, I had it specially made for you. Would you like to look at it before I lock it on your neck permanently?"

"Yes please, Master."

"Very well, I had it made of titanium and they mixed the red dye into the metal before polishing it."

"I -- It has my n -- name on it Master, b -- but how? I don't understand."

"I know. I was in your apartment more than once, I drugged your wine one night, and after you passed out I measured you and saw your pretty pussy. That's why this collar will fit you perfectly and has your name on it."

"Oh god, Master, you wanted me so much you broke into my apartment?"

"Yes, will you accept my collar, slave?"

"Yes Master, please collar your slave," pussylips said as she lifted her hair out of the way. Brett closed the three inch wide collar around her neck with a click and then she felt it get warm. There could be no doubt that she was a collared slave, even if no one else ever saw it. "Master, why did it get warm?"

"There is no lock, and the click reacted to melt the metal latch inside enough that it can never be removed without a lot of time and tools and I doubt it can be removed without injuring you."

"Oh god Master, I just came," pussylips moaned as she broke position and clutched her vulva, moaning and thrusting her hips.

"New rule slave, you may not cum without permission. I will allow you to cum any time my cock is inside you, no matter which hole I use."

"Well you've already used both holes, Master," pussylips said wryly.

"Yes, but you have three holes, slave," Brett chuckled and pussylips' mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Oh, y -- you don't m -- mean back there, do you Master?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean, slave."

"Oh no, not that Master, my anus isn't for sex it's for excrement," pussylips said nervously and Brett chuckled.

"My prim and proper little slave, you'll learn. Your asshole can and will be used for sex, and I'll bet you will find it pleasurable, though not as much as that hot pussy of yours."

"Yes Master," she said as her pussy clenched at the thought. Apparently, in addition to bondage and helplessness, humiliation, and exhibition, she was aroused by being dirty and forced as well. It made her so much hotter earlier when she begged him to fuck her and now he was going to force her to do something dirty against her will. She really must be a slave inside and now outside, because the thought of her Master forcing this dirty act on her excited her more than she wanted to admit. Suddenly she let out a moan as her thoughts overwhelmed her. She was no longer Dori, she was now officially pussylips, her Master's slave. She had a collar permanently affixed around her neck and she had no idea what her Master would require of her next, but it thrilled her to the core to be at his mercy, or perhaps lack thereof.

"Come, slave," Brett said and pussylips obeyed, standing and following him into the dungeon.

"Oh god, Master," she gasped when she saw all the implements that he would surely use on her helpless body.

"Are you afraid, slave?"

"A little, Master, but I am more turned on than I have ever been in my life. I want to experience it all, Master, but first, will you please fuck your slave?"

"Oh, you will, I assure you, let's start right now," Brett said as he gestured toward a device that looked like an updated metal version of stocks. He opened the metal top and pussylips could see that it was indeed what she had thought. Brett pushed her neck into the opening and then placed her wrists in the smaller ones, before closing it with a click that sounded like it locked. Her hair cascaded around her face obscuring it. He forced her feet widely apart before locking them apart some way that she could not see, but she could not move her legs at all. Next he played with her nipples and pussylips moaned with pleasure.

"Oh Master, I'm so ready for you, you don't need to do that -- OWWWW!" she said as he clipped a nipple clamp onto her right nipple. She hyperventilated for a moment before calming down as the painful sensation dulled a bit and she realized she was rolling her hips, her pussy now drooling with her juices. She was more prepared for the second clip and she moaned when he clipped it on, her pussy twitching with need, the painful pleasure sending a shock straight to her already engorged clit. "Master, oh god, please fuck your slave so she won't be disobedient and cum without permission."

Brett needed no further invitation and he slammed into her, his cock fully sheathed by her wonderful inner walls and pussylips came with a cry of ecstasy. Her velvety folds spasmed around his cock as he rammed into her, extending her orgasm. He pulled out as her climax subsided and rubbed a copious amount of her juices onto and into her anal ring. Next he worked a finger into her forbidden hole and pussylips gasped and moaned at the pain.

"Relax, slave, it will go much easier if you just allow it to happen, if not it will hurt a lot more," Brett admonished and pussylips tried to obey, ignoring the pain and relaxing her anus. Eventually he worked two fingers then three, and she moaned, partly in pain, but it was also starting to feel pleasurable as well. Brett seized the moment and began stuffing his cock into her asshole.

"Aaaahhh, it's too big, Master, oh god, you'll rip me apart," pussylips complained.

"No I won't, relax, let it happen. You're a slave, remember, you don't get a say in what I do to you," Brett ordered and she suddenly gasped and relaxed as he slid in over half his length. "Good girl, I knew you could do it," he said as pussylips adjusted to the feeling and the pleasurable pain. He pulled partway out and added more pussy juice with his fingers, before thrusting back in, lacking only an inch or so of fully impaling her with his thick cock. He pulled back and thrust once more, fully buried in her back passage. She moaned in pain but also pleasure, this was turning her on in a surprising new way. Her Master was using her like a slave, not like a lover and the combination of emotions it stirred within her heightened her arousal.

"Fuck my asshole, Master, make it hurt," she suddenly moaned after he had allowed her a minute or so to adjust to the full length of his cock. Brett began thrusting, slowly at first but picked up speed as the tightness of her sphincter was bringing him to climax quickly. Suddenly he slammed in fully and fairly roared as he dumped his semen into her bowels. Though she did not orgasm again, pussylips felt a wave of satisfaction at the fact she had pleased her Master. Brett stayed inside her for a few minutes, his cock shrinking and the pain subsiding until he slipped out. He went to the bathroom to wash the shit off his cock. He returned a few minutes later to the beautiful sight of his slave, dripping cum out of both holes, moaning and moving her hips slowly.

"How are you doing, slave?"

"It hurt Master, but it also felt good. Um, Master, why didn't you have me clean your cock?"

"No, not after it's been in your ass, slave. Too many issues with eating shit, I won't make you do that, you could get sick or even die."

"Thank you Master."

Brett wiped her anus and vagina with a warm wet washcloth, then dried her off. When he released the clamps on her nipples pussylips cried out in pain as the blood rushed back into her nipples. It also had another effect as her pussy convulsed and more cum came out of both holes, so that he had to wipe her clean again.

"Oh god, why does pain feel so good, Master?"

"You might be a pain slut, would you like to test that theory?"

"Yes Master."

"Very well, let's move you over to the spanking bench and we will test your limits, or lack of them," Brett said as he unlocked her ankles before opening the latch and allowing pussylips to unsteadily rise out of the metal stocks. She turned and collapsed into his arms on purpose, wanting to feel his strong arms holding her. Once she was sure Brett had her, pussylips put her hands on his broad shoulders and using them as leverage, bounced up enough to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She clung to him and then kissed him. Brett chuckled and broke away from her kiss.

"Master?"

"You submitted so quickly, I forget that you only read one story and you really don't know how to be a slave," Brett admonished. "You do not get to kiss me without permission, you may not touch me unless ordered or with permission. If I initiate contact by hugging you, then you may reciprocate. The same applies to a kiss, if I start kissing you then you may kiss me back, but you may not refuse me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sorry Master. This is going to drive me crazy with lust for you, Master."

"I know, that's the point, a horny needy slave is the most beautiful slave in the world. Watching you wiggle your ass in the stocks when I came back from the bathroom was indeed a sight to behold. My cum running out of your asshole, your own juices flowing from your puffy pussy and your hips thrusting, wanting more. It was so sexy, I mean, at least to me it was, knowing I had just used my slave's asshole and it felt so incredible."

"Thank you Master, no one has ever told me I was sexy."

"That is a travesty. Trust me, you are a very sexy slave. I plan on using you a great deal, as much as my cock will allow. When I can't I will stuff you full of dildos and keep you on the edge, begging for release. When I'm ready again, you will be in heat and need worse than you could ever imagine."

"That is cruel, Master."

"Perhaps, but you will learn to love it. The orgasms you experience will be incredible."

"Each orgasm is a new experience in fireworks, Master, I cum harder each time you fuck me, oh god!" pussylips moaned and her pussy convulsed at the thought of what her Master had described. She had difficulty preventing herself from climaxing again and her juices trickled down his stomach.

"Did you just cum without permission, slave?"

"No Master, I came close, but I swear I didn't cum, though my naughty pussy has never produced so much lubrication."

"It's natural for your pretty pussy to produce more moisture when you are aroused. Have you ever been as aroused as you are now?"

"No Master, as you mentioned before, you have ignited a furnace inside of me that burns so hot for you."

"I've been researching natural supplements for male enhancement, I won't take Viagra, it has too many bad side effects."

"Thank you Master."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For attempting to be able to fuck me more, I appreciate it."

"It's for my benefit, not yours, though you will reap some benefit, as I will fuck you more, though maybe not in your desired hole."

"Yes Master," pussylips said and bucked her hips, the thought of him using her asshole again caused her excitement. She wasn't sure why, it was becoming pleasurable by the time he finished, but she didn't orgasm. It must be the slave in her, relishing the use of her body by her Master. She moaned with arousal when she thought of that, yes that must be it. Then she thought of him using her mouth as well, that had not been overly pleasurable for her, and she groaned with need. He could literally keep her on edge for hours, days, whatever, and use her mouth or her ass and not make her cum, oh god! She would be a sex crazed slave, no more than a mere animal in heat! While the former free woman inside her cringed, the slave exulted at the thought and she nearly came. "Please fuck my pussy, Master," she whispered against his neck and Brett chuckled.

"Such a needy slave, you are going to be so much fun. If I desire that wonderful pussy of yours, I will take it, if I desire to use your other holes, then that is what I will do. Perhaps I'll use your mouth and throat again, with a little more practice you will become an excellent cock sucker. Right now we are going to explore whether you are a pain slut or not."

"Yes Master," pussylips acquiesced and Brett carried her a few steps to the spanking bench. He laid her face down on the narrow padded bench her arms, legs and head hanging over the sides. She noticed that it narrowed toward the front between her breasts so that they hung down either side. Brett quickly strapped her ankles and knees into the leather straps attached to the bench. She then noticed that the bench was not flat, but rather had a bump that forced her hips higher than her back. Brett then wrapped the leather strap around pussylips' waist, only further forcing her buttocks higher, almost as if proffering them for whipping. Finally he strapped her arms at the wrist and elbow, making her completely defenseless against the onslaught of the whip, paddle or cane. She suddenly trembled in fear. She had asked for this and now she was going to receive it, whether she wanted it or not. "Stupid slave," she muttered.