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The rubber cock slid into her mouth about half way and she began to suck. The toy had never tried to suck a false cock before, and she found it strange, in truth she would rather have had the real thing. But she knew she wasn't in a position to request anything other than she was given or ordered to take. So she went to work on the rubber cock deep throating it and sucking it for all she was worth. The Mistress's real cock rubbed up against her chin and neck as she went to work on its clone, she could feel it warm and hard against her skin, and after a couple of minutes felt the unmistakable silkiness of pre cum oozing from its tip onto her.

As she began to enjoy the sucking and settled into a good rhythm the toy noticed a flash from her left side, she dare not turn her head to see what was going on, but instead turned her eyes in their sockets to see if she could make out what was going on. A few seconds later another flash went off and she realised what was happening. She was being photographed sucking the Perfect Mistress's cock, all bound up and exposed to the world.

She felt a rush of panic surge through her as she considered the implications if those photographs were to be seen by any of her work colleagues from the bank. She knew that there was a very high possibility that she would loose her job, not to mention the humiliation of the knowledge that people from her day to day life had seen her in this compromising position. As awful as the thought was, she also felt an unexpected wave of exhilaration at the thought of people watching her performance.

This all encouraged her to suck more eagerly and even to put on a bit of a show. Master said with evident amusement in his voice, "that's it my little toy, show the world what a dirty little slut you are." She groaned, her pussy was twitching and she could feel it's swollen labia throbbing with arousal. "These pictures will look superb on my profile, along with all the other girls," she heard Master comment, she assumed to the perfect Mistress. The toy felt a pang of jealousy at Masters mention of other girls, she really hadn't realised just how much she wanted to serve him and be the best girl he had ever had in his service.

Several more photographs were taken, then the toy heard an abrupt "DO NOT cum boy." The toy had a lot of pre cum smeared over her chin and neck from Mistress's real cock, and she could feel it twitching against her. The sound of the perfect Mistress's voice halted the boys thrusting motions and he held very still. The toy hadn't been told to stop her sucking so she carried on with the boy clearly using every ounce of will power to stop himself from pushing forwards and cumming.

She kept sucking, wanting to show Master how good she was. The boys legs were trembling uncontrollably, and soft whimpers escaped softly from his lips. "Good girl," came Masters voice, "that's it, make the whelp cum." His last words ending in an amused chuckle.

"Don't you dare cum boy," the Perfect Mistress hissed. "I think that strapon would look rather good sliding in and out of that arse whilst Masters girl sucks.........mmm, I'm not even sure if even I would be able to resist cumming watching that," mocked the Perfect Mistress.

With that the boy whimpered and groaned as he squirted thick streams of cum over the toys neck and upper chest, he twitched and jerked and seemed to keep cumming and cumming.

The toy kept sucking the Mistress's rubber cock despite wanting to pull away from the hot sticky liquid that now coated her, but suddenly the rubber replica was pulled from her mouth as the boy was dragged backwards by the balls. The toy saw blood red talons viciously gripping and twisting at the hairless scrotum as the Perfect Mistress slapped the boy to the floor with Her free hand. The boy cried out, "I'm so sorry Mistress. I am pathetic, I am not worthy to serve you." The boy lay curled up on the floor his knees drawn up to his chest as the Perfect Mistress began to strike his back, arms and legs with a cruel looking prison cane. The toy could not tare her eyes away from the scene before her, she was all at once appalled but aroused at it's brutality.

Lost in the surreal moment she hadn't even considered her own situation, until she heard "Well my little toy, time for your punishment I think." Masters words were crystal clear and full of devilish intent, and the toy began to tremble and sob.

"Now young lady," came her Masters dark voice, "you will count out loud backwards from twenty to zero as I strike you. Do you understand?"

The toy swallowed hard before replying "yes Master."

"Then we begin." He boomed as he stepped away from the bench.

She couldn't drag her eyes from the continuing scene being played out in front of her. The Perfect Mistress was now standing on the boys back whilst he lay face down crying and shaking. Her cruel heels digging deep into his flesh as she walked up and down his back. The toys head was spinning and every fibre of her body seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.

Thwack.....a lance of bright stinging pain shot across her buttocks. "T..t..twenty. Thank you Master she spluttered." Thwack....."Nineteen. Thank you Master" she moaned again. Four more strikes had the toy crying freely as she counted off and thanked her Master. Her skin burned and tingled sharply, and she was sure that bruising was already beginning to darken her flesh. Master had administered ten strikes and then suddenly stopped. The toy was initially relieved that she had a moment to compose herself, but then remembered that she still had another ten to come.

Masters voice came from behind her somewhere, she could hear leather creaking and every few seconds could hear the distinctive crack of what she could only assume was a whip of some sort. Panic flooded the toy and a new wave of anxiety made her blood turn to ice as she realised she had never actually taken a whip before, and she really wasn't sure that she would be able to cope with such a harsh tool. But she had no time to think any more as.....crack.....the first biting strike landed and felt as intense as a super nova where it struck. "Ten. Thank You Master," she managed through a long expulsion of breath through her teeth. Crack.....this time on the other cheek, another super nova flaring , "nine. Thank You Master." The toy could feel herself slipping away almost into another world, disconnected from her body. In her minds eye she could see herself chained and vulnerable over the bench, see her bright reddened flesh decorated with livid welts and stripes. The pain was there but somehow dull, and in the background of her physical awareness, she was light headed, almost floating, almost in space.

From what seemed like far far away she heard Masters voice. "When you are instructed to make no sound you will make NO sound young lady. I expect better from you," it said.

The response formed automatically at her lips and she said "yes Master," before she even had the conscious thought to do so.

The toy took the remaining strikes and followed Masters instructions to the letter, adding after the final strike "Zero. Thank You Master. Thank You for my punishment." She was left for what felt like ten minutes or so to come down from her experience and regain her composure a little. She looked around as much as her restraints would allow but could see nobody else, no Master, no Perfect Mistress, and no boy. She even began to wonder whether she had passed out at some point or fallen asleep, but she dismissed the idea as she knew that Master would take care of her rather than abandon her. He had after all covered her over with a warm soft fleece that made her feel safe and secure, she knew Master wouldn't be far away.

Just as she was starting to doubt even that, she heard Masters voice entering the room. "We will put the whelp in the swing, bound and gagged whilst We enjoy Ourselves."

"Mmmmm, oh yes, what a splendid idea Master. You are surpassing Yourself today," replied the Perfect Mistress's velvet smooth voice.

Moments later Master and the Perfect Mistress came into view shoving and dragging a rope bound and bruised naked boy across to the swing. The Perfect Mistress lined him up with the seat and unceremoniously pushed him backwards into it. The Perfect Mistress barked "legs" at him and the boy instantly lifted his legs up in front of Her. Leaning over to a small shelf that was recessed into the wall the Perfect Mistress picked up a roll of heavy duty industrial tape and then proceeded to tightly bind the boys legs together starting at the ankles and stopping just under the knees. Masters broad frame loomed behind the boy and seemed to be doing something to the boys arms which were still tied behind his back. A few seconds later the boys arms were free, but Master instantly gripped one of them firmly, and forced the forearm up against the support chains of the swing. The Perfect Mistress calmly walked around and taped the arm from elbow to wrist tight up against the chain. The pair repeated this on the opposite arm and then the Perfect Mistress stood back to admire their work. "Excellent", She said abruptly. "Now, lets get that mask off."

The boy frantically shook his head and struggled pathetically against his bondage and pleaded "no Mistress, please no."

The Perfect Mistress laughed cruelly and said "come come boy, its only fair that young toy see's who my pathetic little boy is. Besides, it's not as if either of you can deny your presence here." The Perfect Mistress's beautiful face was lit by a broad wicked smile as She said "Master, if you would be so kind." The toy saw her Master grip the boys head roughly with one hand and quickly unzip the back of the mask, then with a broad grin he tore the mask from the boys face.

The toys jaw fell open as she stared at the face of the man before her. A thousand thoughts rushed through her head as she tried to contemplate what she was seeing. On the one hand she could have laughed out loud, but on the other she almost felt physically sick at the possible consequences of what was happening. The mans head hung low and she could see that all the colour had drained from his face. His slightly greying brown hair was a damp mess pressed flat against his head from the thick rubber mask, and his light brown eyes cast downward in shame.

In the years that she had worked at the bank she had never seen Mr Armstrong looking anything other than the diligent professional. As the banks manager he was efficient, confident and in many ways the overbearing tyrant that is stereo typical of such a position. But to see him like this was unbelievable, she wasn't sure who was more embarrassed, him or her. The two submissive's did not meet each others gaze and both began to turn increasingly deeper shades of red as the realisation of the scene focused their minds. The toy jumped as she was startled by the loud and sudden laughter of both the Perfect Mistress and Master. Master leaned around the side of the boy and spoke directly to him, "you just sit and watch as we take our pleasure. Don't go anywhere." This last comment encouraged another bout of laughter from the pair. Moving away from the boy Master and the Perfect Mistress began focusing their attention on the toy.

The toy felt her heart pounding in her chest as Master crouched down in front of her, and unlocked the hand cuffs from the floor ring, she could feel that the Perfect Mistress was releasing the pad locks from the ankle chains at the same time, then suddenly her hair was gripped forcefully by Master and she was pulled upright. Leaving her hands cuffed Master roughly dragged her by her hair over to a long low padded bench, and as they reached it said "on your back My little slut." Slut?! The toy thought.

In all her life nobody had ever called her that, yet somehow when Master said it she had ripples of excitement as well as a huge desire to be just that, a slut, just for Him, for her Master. At that moment she knew that no matter how degrading or depraved an act was she would do it without hesitation for her Master.

The toy did as she was told and lay back on the cool leather of the benches padded surface. Master pulled her arms up until they were above her head, still cuffed, then she felt another padlock snap shut over the cuff chains, and she could not move her arms save for a redundant almost flapping motion. Master then moved down her body to her midriff where he reached under the bench, and produced a thick heavy duty leather strap which he proceeded to loop over her to the benches other side. A moment later she felt the buckle being tightened and restricting her movement further.

Finally Master moved to her feet and looking over his left shoulder said "ready." The toy was utterly confused for a few seconds, but then she saw two thick steel chains lowering from the ceiling and it became clear what was about to happen. She was so wet, she was sure there must already be a puddle on the benches surface. As the chains reached roughly shoulder height to Master, he grabbed one of her legs and hauled it up until her ankle met the chains end. After a couple of short seconds she heard a loud click as the cuff was clipped to the chain, and her leg was allowed to drop a few inches back towards the floor before the chain arrested its descent. This process was repeated on the other leg, and then Master stepped a pace backwards and calmly said "up please if you would be so kind Mistress." Instantly the chains began lifting higher and the toys legs lifted with them. "Stop please," Master said before stepping forward to feel how extended the toys legs were. "A couple of inches more please Mistress," Master said again.

This time the toy could feel her legs being almost stretched and her pussy and arse being exposed by her somewhat vulnerable position. The chains ceased their movement and the Perfect Mistress reappeared from behind Master. "What a lovely sight Master," she said with more than a hint of mischief in her smooth elegant voice.

Master smiled as He replied, "indeed. Let us enjoy her." With that they both stepped forward, and the toys mind exploded with the pleasure, excitement, and animal desire she felt over what followed.

Master stood over the toys head and undid his fly revealing his semi erect cock. The toy looked up, a wash with lust and adoration for her Master, her eyes silently longing for his intimate attention. Positioning his knees either side of her head Master guided his cock into her willing mouth, she greedily took him and worked her tongue and lips hungrily over his length.

She jumped a little as she felt small dextrous fingers opening her sopping pussy and moaned as she felt the Perfect Mistress's talon like nails tickle at her clit. The gentle digits worked expertly between her clit and wet hole, alternately sliding two fingers inside and flicking across her exposed bud.

Masters cock grew rapidly in her mouth and it was no time at all until she could no longer take him entirely inside. He was considerably larger than the boy who's rubber clone she had sucked earlier, and she found she could only take around two thirds of his length. But she worked hard to please her Master, and tried to take more each time he thrust roughly into the back of her throat. Her lips stretched around him and she found herself wishing she had no gag reflex like so many of the porn stars she had read about.

The Perfect Mistress's rhythm was steady and she clearly knew exactly what she was doing with a pussy, her nimble finger danced tantalisingly over and around the gasping moaning toys swollen red and dripping pussy. The toy could feel an orgasm beginning to burn deep in her and she knew it wouldn't be long before it was upon her. She attempted to mumble to Master through her mouth full of cock, but it was no use. She knew she was not permitted to cum without Masters expressed permission. A minute or so later her moans and groans were threatening to turn into wails and screams of frustration as she tried desperately not to cum.

Just then both Master and Mistress pulled away from the toy leaving her gasping and wriggling against her restraints. She felt like crying she was so frustrated, but Masters voice brought her swiftly back to reality. "Good girl. I am glad to see that you are able to control yourself," He grinned down at her, "now, lets see how you cope with Mistress's strapon."

The toy shivered in anticipation. To be taken by a Mistress with a strapon was one of her most frequently visited fantasies, and the thought of this beautiful woman taking her drove her almost to the point of orgasm then and there. "Mmmmm, I am looking forward to this" purred the Perfect Mistress as she appeared between the toys legs sporting an enormous looking strapon. The toys eyes shot wide open as she saw the black rubber cock sprouting from the Perfect Mistress's groin. The Perfect Mistress simply chuckled as she positioned herself to gain entry to the toys open and vulnerable sex. All of her attention was focused on the Perfect Mistress and what she was doing, her body was tingling, shaking, begging for the fantasy to unfold.

The toy drew an intake of breath as the bulbous head of the rubber cock nudged at her labia and eased them apart further. Her legs quivered and she could feel light perspiration on her face and chest as she felt the intruder force its way inside her, its dome popping inside and stretching her opening. The Perfect Mistress's face was full of purposeful but sexually fuelled deliberation, as she slid more of her cock into the toy. Aloud moaning filled the toys ears and it was several seconds before she realised it was in fact her making the noise, but she didn't care.

The Perfect Mistress fucked her expertly and did not let up on the rhythm, the toy felt utterly filled and more stretched than she had ever felt before, it felt wonderful. The Perfect Mistress leant forward and tweaked and pinched the toys nipples and she tried to arch her back against her restraints only to find that she had been rendered completely immobile by the heavy leather strapping and chains. The Perfect Mistress was really pounding now, her thrusts driving the rubber cock deep, so deep. The toys mind was a spinning mass of desire, frustration at not being able to cum, ecstasy at the feelings in her pussy, and an overwhelming need to scream long and hard.

Master suddenly appeared above her head again, and after letting the toy see the camcorder he held in one hand, said one sweet word. "Cum."

Her whole world exploded in a screaming, gushing, writhing, miasma of exquisite orgasmic pleasure. She saw the Perfect Mistress's beautiful face beaming down at her, her Master taking in the scene, his handsome features glowing with excitement and arousal. She felt like she could have jumped over the moon at that moment, and it took a long time for her to come down from it.

In the blur of the following hour the toy was released from her bondage, hugged by Master and told she was a good girl and that he was proud of her, then sent to the bathroom to shower and dress. Although she could not remember it at all. As the minutes between that amazing climax and this moment in which she stood waiting in the lounge area of Masters home had passed as a jumble of emotions and physical responses as her endorphins went crazy and time seemed to slow to a crawl.

She was alone for the moment and as she stood waiting for Master, The Perfect Mistress, and the boy who she still could not quite believe was Mr Armstrong. She felt the warm sensation of her well used buttocks and the rhythmical pulsating of her equally well used pussy. The feelings made her smile, and she considered how content and happy she felt at being owned and used by her Master in any way he saw fit, she really couldn't imagine not being his.