My name is Tanya, and I live with my mistress, Raven, who is rich as hell and owns a spectacular mansion where she keeps several slaves. I'm her favorite, but she recently taught me a lesson about what happens to slave girls who get uppity. She told me that I have to write and tell you about it, so...
Last week, I wanted to go into town to do some shopping. Even though Mistress Raven has given me a sweet little Porsche for my personal use, I decided that it would be cooler to take the limousine, since Miss Raven was away for the weekend with Coulter and Neddy, her boy slaves. I'm not authorized to take the car anywhere by myself, but I talked the driver, Sam, into taking me. Well, by "talked him into it", I mean I sucked his cock and balls and let him fuck my tits and come on my face, but anyway, it got the job done, and I got taken into the city in a limo. It was so cool, the way people stared at windows, trying to see who was inside. When Sam let me out at different stores I could feel people staring at my smooth, tanned skin and long blonde hair, trying to figure out if they had seen me on TV or in a movie. It was so much fun! I kept Sam out all day, even though he was starting to get a little cranky near the end.
Well, I guess he was crankier than I thought, because he told Mistress Raven what I had done when she came back. She didn't let on that she knew, though, until two days ago, when she treated me to another ride in the limo—one I will never, ever forget!
It was about noon, and I was sleeping it off after being up late dancing for a group of Miss Raven's houseguests. I had to dance butt-naked in high heels for two friggin' hours, after which they decided it would be fun for me to lie in the bathtub while they took turns pissing on me and beating off onto my face. It took another hour just to get cleaned up after they finally got tired of me. Nevertheless, even though I had only gotten about 4 hours of sleep, when Miss Raven tells you to get up, up you get. I was a bit whiny, at first, but my mood improved when my mistress said she had a treat for me—we were going to take the car into town!
She left me to get ready, and I got all dolled up, looking forward to a fabulous day of shopping, then maybe dinner at a chic restaurant and drinks afterward at a hot club. I was excited by the possibilities, and when Sam pulled the long, sleek limo around to the front of the house, I was waiting in my sexiest red dress and heels, silk stockings and plenty of flashy diamond jewelry. I had my hair pulled back into a sexy ponytail that flowed down my back. Miss Raven was already in the car, but instead of opening the door for me, she just rolled down the window and looked out.
"Take off that dress," she commanded.
She didn't like my dress? I was surprised. She had bought me the dress herself and said I looked fabulous in it.
"You want me to wear something else?" I asked.
"No. Take off the dress and put it on the ground."
I looked around, embarrassed, at the landscaping and maintenance staff, and the other slaves and houseguests who happened to be outside, all of whom seemed to be looking at me. I wasn't embarrassed to be naked in front of them—hell, I'm proud of my sexy body, and everybody's seen me naked; tied, getting whipped or fucked or whatever—but I had been getting off on seeing everyone watching me jealously, wishing that they could be the one to go in the limousine privately with Miss Raven, and now, I was being denied access to the car and told to strip.
Miss Raven didn't appreciate my hesitation. "Now, slave!" she snapped.
I did as I was ordered, stripping the dress off. I wanted to at least carry it into the car, but she insisted that it be laid right there on the grass at the edge of the driveway. She let me keep my shoes and stockings and jewelry; I was butt-naked otherwise, as I never wear underwear, but it was sexy to slide in bare-assed next to Mistress Raven in the slick leather upholstery. I started to get kind of turned on, especially when the car started rolling and Miss Raven ordered me to play with my tits while she watched.
I leaned back in the seat facing her, spreading my legs apart so that I would be completely open to her gaze, as I had been taught. I squeezed and caressed my big, round tits, then pinched and tugged on my stiffened nipples, rolling them between my fingers. I enjoy having a lot of pressure on my nipples, and I wished I could be wearing a set of nice, tight clamps. My pussy started throbbing at the thought as I continued to torture my tits. To my pleasant surprise, Miss Raven opened a compartment next to the wet bar and took out a set of wicked-looking nipple clamps connected by a steel chain. She always knows what I need!
She watched while I attached a clip to each nipple, then used the screw to tighten them until my hardened nipples started to throb. When all was secure, Miss Raven leaned over and tugged on the chain to ensure that I had made the clamps tight enough. I remember the first time I was allowed to put my own nipple clips on—I didn't make them as tight as the masters and mistresses did, and Miss Raven was able to pull them off immediately. The punishment for that was very harsh: I had to wear a leather hood with a ring at the top of my head; my nipples were put in very tight clamps, whose connecting chain was drawn over my head, through the ring. As you can imagine, this was extremely painful—my tits were pulled up practically to my ears, and I had to walk around like that most of the day. To make it worse, everyone knew that I was on punishment, so any guest or even another slave who felt like it could just bend me over a table and fuck the daylights out of me, just to make my tits bounce. What a nightmare! I've put my clips on right ever since. I like it now, anyway.
Happy that I'd put my clips on nice and tight, Miss Raven used the chain to pull me back over to her side. She popped her own gorgeous, milky-white boobs out of the top of her dress and ordered me to get to work. I felt her up, then settled down on my hands and knees to lick and suck her stiff little brick-colored nipples. While I sucked on her tits, she reached across my back and slid her finger into my cunt, got it all slick, and then pushed it into my ass. I enjoyed the feeling of the tight clamps pinching my titties while my mistress popped her finger in and out of my ass. I kept sucking her nips until Sam announced our arrival into the city.
"Stop suckling and sit up," Raven ordered, withdrawing her finger from my ass. I did as she said, and I asked if I could remove the tit clips. She gave her permission, so I gently unscrewed the little bastards and returned them to the console. My nipples throbbed with pain, a delicious sensation that I could continue to enjoy even though the clips were removed.
