Xenia chapter 5

I stood naked and spread eagled, chained to the wall for quite some time. The dungeon was kept very warm. I was hungry, but I kept telling myself a good slave waits for their master’s orders to eat. Perhaps he wanted me to gain better self control, or lose weight. I must learn to submit to and trust the Master.
I heard the door open and close several times. Footsteps partly down the stairs and silence. There was an occasional clicking-was he taking pictures? Each time, I was hopeful Master was going to come and release me or something. Then the foot steps would disappear up the stairs again.

Finally he came down. He said “Slave. You have been obedient and have not complained once. I heard the hum of a vibrator. I felt Master fondling my tits and then my clit and cunt. His hand reached in and held my crotch warmly and the vibrator was placed against my clit and it started to tingle and swell. My cunt got wet with desire, opening the hole to enjoy a cock. The tingling spread across my cunt and asshole as the butt plug responded to the vibrations and I had involuntary thrusts as I came, my cunt thrusting over and over, my cunt lips contracting and relaxing, the hole fluttering. The butt plug almost fell out with the pressure of spasms, Master’s floor was soaked with cunt juice below me.

After I came and caught my breath again, Master released me from the chains. He removed the blindfold and gag. He gave me some rags and cleanser and made me clean up my mess. On the wooden table was a dinner. Roast chicken breast, salad and potato. Water to drink. The only catch was the chair. The chair was a chair of nails. I sat my naked butt down and it wasn’t bad. The weight spread evenly made it a little stimulating, almost arousing, but not quite.

The food was good after spending half of the night chained and punished. After I ate Master told me to lay down on the bed and go to sleep. Tomorrow would be another day. Another day, the last day to be his slave in person. “Perhaps we can try this out for a few weekends” my mind played with the idea. If allowed, I will ask. This was hot and made me feel horny almost constantly. A feeling I had come to love. Something about being naked, powerless and controlled is indescribably wonderful, and fulfilling in many ways.

I lay down naked on the bed. No blankets. Master is strict, no frills, always exposed to his viewing pleasure. How I LOVED it. The room was very warm. It made me sleepy and tired. I fell asleep, dreaming and thinking about Master and just how far we could take this. How much can I do? How trained can I get? What will we do next? Which boundary will I push away? Which boundary will Master FORCE away?

The morning came too soon. The bed wasn’t all that comfortable and I have no idea how long I slept as there is no clock, but I know it wasn’t very long. Maybe 4 hours.

I’m groggy and my mind is fuzzy. I wanted to sleep more.
“Slave. Get your ass out of bed. Eat your meal. I have some things I’d like to accomplish before tonight.” Tonight! I’m going back home. I didn’t want to yet, but I knew I must. Master had his life, I needed a job and time to contemplate my new world.

After the the morning meal was eaten, teeth brushed and I was allowed to shower-with Master watching of course, He ordered me to stand in the middle of the room near the cell. He blindfolded me again and gagged me with the ball gag and tape. He wrapped something around my hands and wrists and had me hold them high over my head. I could hear him moving around and it sounded like he was on a ladder. “Slave. Stand on your toes.” I stood on my toes. “No. Higher.” I felt my arms hoisted up as I strove to obey Master and stand higher. He helped me by pulling up on my arms. Soon I was barely touching the ground.

If I strained, the very tips of my toes could barely brush the ground. “GOD! This is HOT. My clit is twitching, getting hard and pulsing. Cunt juice at first trickled, then ran down my legs, my anus longed for a butt plug, Master’s fingers or his big cock. My crotch pleaded, “Bang my hole, fuck me, use the vibrator.” My tits wanted to be toyed with-any way he wanted to toy. Clips, electricity, a nice whipping, squeezing-ANYTHING HE WANTS.

He gave my ass a push and I swung back and forth, then side to side, my toes occasionally sweeping the floor, but not able to touch down or bear weight. Not close enough.

He grunted “Perfect.” His hand reached between my legs and he played with my clit, his hand got wet and he wiped it on my bare bottom. His hands reached to my tits and I swayed gently to and fro as he touched and squeezed my tits and pulled me back and forth by my nipples. He pulled on my clit and got a little swing going that way too.

“Now for the ring of fire.” I smelled a sweet spicy smell and felt his hands digging around my cunt and clit. He placed something around my clit and after a few seconds the heat began. Ginger! It got warmer, hotter, it made my whole crotch pulse with desire. I wanted my clit to be pulled, slapped and pinched. Anything to get it more stimulation. Then the orgasm to beat all orgasms. “Put something, anything in my anus, play with me, toy with me, make me cum in public. I could care less, just let it happen. He tossed the ginger aside.

The door opened and I heard SEVERAL footsteps. Master said “Slave is here. She is ready and willing. Naked and powerless. Have fun.” I felt many hands prowling about my naked body. Exploring everywhere. Fingers in my hole, spreading the curtains and lips. Pulling on them, pinching and twisting anything they could grip. I felt something slide into my asshole and out, then in and they were pulling me back by my asshole and letting me swing forward grabbing my tits as I came forward. Grabbing and rubbing my cunt as I swung to them. They spun me around one way, then the other. I hung there helpless to stop them, not wanting to really. My feet teasingly close to the floor-tantalizing me to try to stand and relieve my arms, to protect my tender clean shaven cunt. A belt lashed across my bare ass, and it stung delightfully. It lashed again and I praised Master for his wisdom in this sweet torture.

My ass was stung and the warmth spread to my cunt making me hornier than ever. I loved the random gropings of Master’s fully dressed friends, eying me naked, fonding my body where ever, however they wanted. Me, powerless to speak with the gag, blindfolded-I had no idea who they were or what they would do next. THAT was a part of the thrill.

I wondered if Master was as thrilled as I, and I suspect he was. A ladder was placed in front of me and the gag removed. One of the men was sitting on the ladder with his cock out of his pants. I felt it nudge my mouth and knew that my next assignment was to suck his cock for him. I bent my head forward and received his hard cock into my eager mouth. I relished the feel of his smooth firm meat. I licked the tip to drive him wild, and deep throated as much as I could. He was panting and moaning. He squirmed a little then his gun went off and shot his cum into my grateful mouth. The sweet honey to suckle and savor. Licking every drop. He shuddered and then rested, spent. He left the ladder-another one went up and sat, cock out. My horny mouth was ready. A suck-a-thon! Plenty of practice. I wish I could see the cocks-but it was so much more humiliating and therefore arousing to have them see me naked, but I can’t see them at all. Besides they were dressed as far as I could tell. Just more humiliation for me to hoard and build on.

Soon the gag was replaced and the game of swinging me back and forth began. They played catch. I could hear a camera going so I’m sure they took movies. Pictures too.
They pushed me by my ass and caught me by a leg, tit whatever and pushed me back. I realized it was emphasizing my helplessness and designed to show me that. It also served to teach me I was their plaything, and subject to their games without a say in it as a true slave would be. How hot is THAT? Very.

Eventually I was lowered to the ground, standing flat footed. My legs were spread and an object was placed up my ass. It felt soooo good. Almost orgasmic. I don’t know what felt better-the object in my ass, or the fact they did it and I couldn’t stop them if I wanted to, or the humiliation of having something stuck in my naked ass by a dressed stranger in front of a group. It was ALL ecstasy provoking. “What’s next? When will they make me cum, for their entertainment no doubt.” Yes, MAKE me cum. Punish that disobedient clit if I don’t.” I thought in front of an open window or in a bar would be kind of nice to be made to orgasm.