Seduced into BDSM Ch. 03

Author's Note: For some reason, I like 3's and I thought the 3rd and final chapter should be in the male voice, since Ch 01 belonged to Tammi and Ch 02 belonged to Raven - even though that probably won't be as enjoyable for the average reader who might enjoy the female voice better.

PRELUDE

The big advantages I have are that I know what I like and I have enough. That makes it possible to pass on "adequate" in order to wait for "outstanding".

Lightning had already struck once. Raven was a wholly-owned and carefully personalized "Fucktoy" trained to service most of my pervy fetishes (there were a few I hadn't the moral courage to let her in on yet). She likes to call herself my sex slave. I humor her on that, but we all know the score. It's a convention. She can walk anytime. In fact, I prefer Sir over Master...it sounds a lot less stilted, less nerdy, less desperate.

I'd just finished a bad week at work and had put my simultaneously worthless and priceless Raven to the whipping post to get the week out of my system. After all, that's what girls who are deeply under control are for. Tammi, that magnificent piece of young-ish cunt-meat that Raven and I had happened across at the pool hall, seemed both horrified and fascinated at how I had laid into Raven with first a belt and then a wooden drapery rod, methodically striping her sister-in-submission front and back until Raven was reduced to a slobbering, sweating, gasping female mess, slumped in utter defeat against the post - and I was satisfied, sated and in a MUCH better mood.

Tammi...naked, on her knees, with her elbows belted behind her back so that her tits could be forced forward and out for my personal viewing pleasure...was watching me work over the "slave", Miss Raven.

Having gotten some of the violence and frustration out of my system and now surveying, with a particularly male satisfaction, the results on Raven's body, I was now ready to get a blowjob, but I'd been PARTICULARLY hard on Raven and I could tell she would be busy recovering for at least a few minutes and that she was just too emotional, at the moment, to provide the kind of decent cock-sucking I felt was my due. Plus, Raven was tied against the post and I'd have to take a few minutes to free her. Tammi was immediately available.

So I motioned Tammi over, even though I knew Raven wouldn't care for getting whipped hard without the pleasure of reward (did I just say that...that sucking a man's cock who just whipped you was a reward?).

Tammi knew what I required and began to work my dick over as Raven continued to sob against the post, recovering, heat radiating off her body almost visibly. The only thing that might have improved this tableau of one girl, naked, elbow-tied, on her knees, working my knob with her mouth...and another girl, naked, striped, sobbing, tied against a post, wishing it was her sucking my cock, was a beer.

Needless to say, I was enjoying myself, the young and eager mouth around my cock, the silky, soft hair underneath my fingers as I guided her non-verbally to service me, the feel of my hard and pulsating prick, the prospect of a very pleasant evening fucking my slave and further training this newbie submissive.

But as I was "enjoying" this wonderful moment, Tammi (the tied bitch on the floor, not the whipped cunt on the post) took a big, big chance by taking her mouth off my prick to speak.

"Sir...you've NEVER whipped me that hard and that long. How come?"

Smart and well-trained, Tammi was quick to engulf me again after asking this question. She rightly knew that, even having sated myself with Raven's suffering and pain, I was still dangerous to any girl that stopped sucking my cock without my explicit permission.

"You're just a submissive, Tammi. Raven is a sex slave. You haven't asked to be treated that way, so I shouldn't be that hard on you."

Isn't it amazing how beating one girl into tears and sobs can make you calm enough to answer a heartfelt question from a second girl in a quiet, matter-of-fact way, without even thinking about it too much!

And though a slight shading of the truth (Raven's not a slave as I've discussed earlier, she just likes to pretend she's one and I choose to play along and take advantage of her need to call herself that), I still thought this was a decent and basically honest reply by me...Raven was certainly much deeper into submission than Tammi was, so far as I could tell.

But I could almost see the wheels turning in those baby blues of the young woman who was very slowly and medium-deeply (just the way I liked it) sliding her wet mouth up and down my hard, straight shaft.

A few moments later Tammi took another calculated risk.

"Sir, can I be your slave too? Can I help you get into a better mood when you've had a bad week? Like Raven just did? I didn't know that there was something more that I could do for you, but I want to."

Let's stop and consider, just for a moment, how unbelievable this sounds. If I didn't know better (and we all do know better, since this is only a story by a wanna-be dom who has to write out his fantasies, not a true alpha male who gets to live them), I would think this was a complete fantasy...to have a woman, in the flower of youth, with a rack that doesn't quit, creamy skin, blonde, eager-to-learn, eager-to-please, capable of enduring pain as foreplay rather than pleasure...to ASK to be a slave. And she's asking out of jealousy because she wants to be treated like the FIRST slave.

UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!

I should be a little more disturbed at this second question from Tammi. She really should be bitch-slapped for taking her mouth off my cock a second time, even if it's to ask a question that thrills me to my pervish male core...but it's impossible to be "on" all of the time, even if it exposes me as a pretend dominant rather than a real one. Besides, she dived back onto my cock and used all her skills to work my knob and get me back to a state of semi-quiescence – it's hard to concentrate on being mean when you're getting your cock sucked just about perfectly right by a young, buxom perfectly great-looking girl.

At the moment, it made more sense for me to enjoy her slowly bobbing mouth and the vision of her swaying tits and the struggle of one lower arm, constricted by her belted elbows, to reach around and cup my heavy balls, than it did to bitch-slap her for her impertinence of asking to be my sex slave when, in ideal circumstances, she should ask that question when she's not in the middle of sucking my cock.

But I'm a reasonable man...I know things can't always be perfect.

And after all...this was quite a speech from Tammi. These things weren't discussed in my household. The matter had never come up. I didn't use Raven to the fullest extent permissible very often...and hadn't done so yet in front of Tammi. After all, girls were capable of bearing almost anything, but they had to be used wisely.

Another way to think about it is that if Tammi was in the middle of Course 182 (Introductory Submission), Raven was presently enrolled in Course 282 (Advanced Submission). I wouldn't use this blonde demi-goddess on her knees before me like I used Raven just now. Even with Raven, I went to these kinds of extremes only very rarely because it takes a while for a girl to recover from the kind of severe and unrelenting sadism that I could "bring" and I didn't like being without the use of her for extended periods of time that stretched more than two or three days (I was just too much of a sex fiend). But I did and do enjoy stretching girls limits...it does make my cock hard to hurt a girl. It makes my cock even harder when I hurt her severely...and Raven knows this about me and accepts it...and asked to go there. I have no idea why, but I don't delve into it too deeply (why look a gift horse in the mouth?).

Could Tammi bear almost anything as well? I didn't believe it. I doubted there'd be one girl that could take my hand when I used it hardest. Now Tammi was saying she might be a second one? Could I be wrong in my outlook in what girls really wanted, beneath the surface and where things are hidden?

This exchange between Tammi and I lasted only a few moments. But Raven heard. She stopped her quiet sobbing and hugged the post more tightly, listening. Tammi continued sucking cock until I felt ready for a change. I had Tammi stand up and back onto my fuck-stick. She bobbed up and down like a good little girl, supporting herself lightly on my thighs with her free hands below her trussed elbows, and kept a regular bobbing rhythm with her cunt...just as she had done with her mouth...until I grunted to orgasm and enjoyed fully the transfer of jism to pussy, enjoying her sighs of supreme contentment and satisfaction, knowing that she'd coaxed a load out of me into her second hole. She squeezed and ground like a very good girl.

I had her sit on my lap for a while, leaning back, as I reached around and cupped her tits and rolled her nipples, my cock slowly subsiding in her puss. Enjoying the girl on my lap, admiring the girl on the post, thinking about what Tammi had asked.

As I undid the belt around her elbows, I gave her my judgment: "If you still want to sign up for sexual slavery to me tomorrow, I can initiate you then. Clean off my cock and let Raven down...I'm going to take a shower."

Tammi slipped off my lap, caught my limp dick deftly in her hand, cupped her other palm underneath her puss to catch my escaping cuntally-delivered jism and sank her mouth around my very satisfied one-eyed snake. I smiled inwardly as she finished licking her cream off my member and then proceeded to pull up her other hand, smeared with my leaked-from-her-puss-man-juice, to her mouth and slurped my escaped cum. She was pretty well trained actually...a good girl...stacked, beautiful. Frankly, I couldn't believe my good fortune.

Before I headed off for a well deserved end of week shower: "Raven...you're in bed with me tonight. Tammi, you're sleeping alone."

What can I say...I'm not big on after-care.

I enjoyed the shower.

I enjoyed Raven's ministrations later in the evening even more. There weren't many words exchanged, but she did a magnificent job of giving me a second blowjob that night. I'd used up all my frustration earlier and was thinking hard about Tammi's unbelievable request...to ask to be a slave in response to my brutalization of this girl currently sucking my cock.

Raven took me to the edge and back away from it four or five times. She knew my mood and that I was willing to let her run this particular late Friday evening. She deliberately turned down a little bit of fucking, even though she'd earned it. Without words, Raven, my dark-haired, exotic and priceless toy, was driving the point home about what a valuable piece of sexual property she was. When she finally finished me off, I understood and agreed with her silent argument, delivered with her mouth around my cock.

As I drifted off to sleep and as Raven curled her bruised and battered body round my flank and legs, I thought to myself, "If Tammi wants in, she had better earn it. I only settle for the best."

PREPARATION

I told Raven to take Tammi into town and get the mid-sized glass plug...the one that only hurts, not the one that creates uncontrollable panic. I also told her to make sure they were both cleaned out. I wanted a colonic, not an enema.

While they were shopping and cleaning, I prepared.

The girls returned. I took Tammi down into the garage. She saw the equipment, but didn't have enough experience to fear it.

This particular setup is rarely used because it takes a girl's second hole (her cunt) out of commission for several days rather than several hours. In fact, for many years I found it unsatisfying until I saw a simple picture that turned it from a fetish device for appearances, but unusable in practice, to an extremely effective sadism implement, but one that was actually usable, if I was willing to sacrifice my use of the girl's puss for a few days afterwards.

A girl, horsed properly, is put into exquisite pain. I'm a sadist, so that is something that I really enjoy.

My particular horse was a 2x4 piece of wood, about 6' long set up on edge so that the skinny side faced vertical. A 2x4 is actually one-and-a-half-inches-wide (that's just less than four centimeters for you Euro-trash whores who are reading this awful story). One-and-a-half inches is wide enough to take a girl's weight, but narrow enough to concentrate her weight painfully. This wood was sanded. I'd taken care to even round the edges a bit and oil it down. It was supported in three places by legs coming out diagonally to each side. Those legs had been replaced many times while I found the perfect height...a lot of trial and error, but fun in finding, eventually, the right solution.

The space above is just as important as the horse. You can't force the girl to sit properly on a horse unless you make sure she can't slip to the side and relieve the unbearable pressure a narrow horse-ride puts on her cunt. The pain reaction will override the girl's physical control of her body...so you must bind her physically to ride the horse properly. I don't think you can train her mentally to do so (a man who can would be better than me, anyway).

At least...the severest techniques that I'm willing to apply, I've found, cannot override an unbearable pain response that drives instinctual rebellion from the bitch/cunt/whore who is engaged in the ride.

So in short, I had the device positioned under plenty of hooks to make sure she rode it properly.

Back to the present, in the garage, with my wanna-be slave. I put Tammi's arms into a U-bar in the back, cinching each wrist to the opposite elbow, using the large collection of cuffs and straps I'd collected over the years. Think of the letter U, with the upper arms straight down the sides, then the base of the U as her two forearms are brought up level with the ground, straight across her back. She was uncomfortable, but used to this kind of complete helplessness. After the elbow-cinch-tit-thrust-tie, it was the best bondage position to make sure a girl stuck her tits out properly. It's only real disadvantage is the complicatedness, but it was necessary for tonight's proceedings and time wasn't an issue for me (although time would soon be Tammi's mortal enemy).

She didn't complain, knowing complaints resulted in bitch slaps and verbal beratings and worse. I took rope and wrapped it tight round her torso and over the U-Bar arm-tie, not worrying too much about breathing. I wanted to make sure her arms were bound tight against her body for the coming ordeal.

She was naked as usual (so was Raven). It was a warm summer night. I had her in a ponytail, a high one, the type that served as a handle, not a hair-style. I wanted her hair off her shoulders. Her tits stuck out nicely (can you tell yet that I really like Tammi's big tits). Raven glanced at Tammi's melons enviously, knowing her little bumps were no match for Tammi's large, meaty, young melons.

Raven took the glass plug up her ass slowly and painfully, but was trained to it. I used lots of lube and plugged her myself, making sure it was seated firmly.

I bent the naked, U-barred Tammi against the car. It was still warm from the girl's day trip to the city. I could feel her enjoying the latent heat of the sun-warmed metal hood mashing against her tits. I loved the way they rounded outward from her body as I bent her over the car.

"This is going to hurt, cunt."

I liberally lubed the fat, scary glass plug and set the bulbous tip against Tammi's exposed third hole. The pressure was inexorable as I twist-pushed it in. Tammi had been plugged before, but the invasion of fat, unyielding glass is always tough and scary for a girl. Tammi grunted, then squealed in pain as a plug bigger than she'd yet experienced was popped into a hole not meant to take its size.

But girls don't understand that there is no bone around their rectum for a reason. It's meant to stretch to whatever size a man might reasonably require.

And at least I was a man who was interested in re-using girls, not just using them...we all know that plugs are out there that ruin girls rather than just train them to endure pain and be obedient. I am a sadist, but I value sexual property and so enjoy harming it, but not ruining it.

Raven assured me that both girls were cleaned out at her favorite place and neither had eaten. That meant that ass-fucking was definitely on the menu later on...even for a clean-freak like me.

And cunt-fucking would not be on the menu because Tammi, to become my slave, would have to ride the horse this evening.

PRELIMINARIES

"Say it again, cunt. Tell me what you want"

"I want to be your slave, Sir. I want to be of use to you like Raven is."

"You're not thinking straight, you stupid bitch. Did you see what I did to Raven last night? I'm not demanding that from you. I already have it from her."

"I can't help it. Serving you consumes me, Master. I can't stand that she serves you better than me."

"I'm not your Master yet, you ignorant whore. And you serve differently. Look at you. Look at your bod. I can use you for things I can't use her for. You can please me in ways that Raven can't"

Raven twitched on the floor. I knew these words of praise about Tammi's body, meant to berate Tammi, were burning into Raven's soul.

From Tammi, "That's not enough for me. I need to be your slave as well."

"I don't think you understand who I am, you worthless piece of shit. I don't think you get how much I can hurt a girl when the mood strikes."

"I don't care. That's what I want, Sir"

"Then get on your knees and ask for it, bitch."

Naked, plugged, arm-bound, pony-tailed, young, naïve, stupid really...when looking at what was in store for her...Tammi dropped to the cement floor and looked up at me with those big eyes.

"Please let me be your slave."

"Kiss my boots when you ask me that, cunt."

She struggled down to the floor, cheek to cement, and repeated her request with her lips on my leather boots.

"Please let me be your sex slave."

I grabbed her ponytail and yanked her up roughly...pulling her over to one end of the "horse". She came willingly, eagerly.

I had her step up onto two boxes, to either side of the wood. I attached a chain to the eye-bolt secured by rope that was threaded through the pulley above. I clipped that chain to her bound arms and wrapped a belt around her thighs under the wood so that she couldn't move her legs too much. I pulled on the rope slightly, pulling it through the pulley, putting tension on the chain, pulling her arms back slightly, forcing her torso forward, forcing her to lean over the menacing wood.

She was uncertain, uncomfortable, un-nerved, but still didn't know her peril. This was not something we'd done before. The lack of experience with this had put her off balance.

It's too late now, you poor piece of mis-guided inexperienced pussy, I thought to myself. You've asked.

"Sexual slaves" don't have "safe words". They only have themselves to blame for their foolishness.

PAIN

The rest is pretty simple. I took away the supporting boxes that she was standing on while holding her round her waist. She dropped against the beam gently while I positioned her cunt on the wood, making sure to reach my fingers in, while lifting her up by the waist, to spread her lips and get a firm plant of puss lips to wood. I felt my cock stiffen as her cunt made contact and as my hand was soaked immediately. Tammi was ALREADY creaming heavily, though that flow of arousal cream should end within seconds.

Once she was seated properly on the wood, I switched my soaked fingers to the pully rope and got it just right, still holding her round the waist so she wouldn't tip to either side.