Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. We are taking a short break right now whilst she concentrates on her studies. This is the continuing story, written by both of us, telling of how we first met ...
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PART 4
Master (10) ...
Fuck that was close!
I had stopped just inches from the rear of the car in front. The show that my slut and Stace had been putting on was mesmerising and I hadn't been paying attention to the road. Still, not to worry, we had survived.
And slut hadn't cum! No whipping, but still plenty of creative pain in store for her. My cock began to ache again.
We all disembarked from the car and stepped out onto my driveway. I was proud of my house. It was a large wooden and brick building with 4 bedrooms, living and dining room a reception hall, cloakroom and three restrooms, including 1 en suite. It also had a cellar.
"Wow Si, nice place."
It pleased me that Stacy was impressed. Slut looked around in awe saying nothing.
"What's down there Si?"
"It's my cellar Stace. Want to take a look?" I said as I reached down to release Slut's wrists. I smiled as she rubbed quickly around her arms wincing as the blood once more began to flow properly.
"Mmmmm yes," she purred.
I unlocked the top door before stepping first into the dark staircase. I flicked on the light so that the girls could follow. Slut came after me and Stacy behind her. I guess that Stace allowed Ev before her to make sure she did not try to run away as normally a useless slut like Ev would have been made to follow behind.
We reached the bottom where the stairs opened out into a huge room that stretched for the entire floor space of the house. I knew they would be impressed.
"Fuck me Si," said Stacy perhaps half to reflect her reaction and half as a statement of what she wanted -- or so I liked to think!
Ev still just looked around amazed, but now with a terrified look registered on her face. The room was a dungeon, and a much better equipped one than Jonno's.
"Do you like it girls?"
Stacy whistled her continued wonderment as I moved to pick a long coiled whip off the wall. I could see Ev's eyes scanning the many pulley's, chains, whips, manacles, cuffs and the whole variety of devices and instruments of torture that furnished the room.
If she thought there was to be any respite her views had just been corrected.
"Master," said slut, her lisp now completely gone.
"Yes slut."
"May slut speak?"
"Go on," I said wondering what she could have to say.
"Slut needs to pee, Sir."
"Okay slut, go on then."
Ev looked at me disbelievingly.
"Here, Master? But you have so many bathrooms. Slut could just ..."
"My bathrooms are not for the use of worthless slaves. Pee in this." I reached her a plastic bucket, "and do it now in front of Mistress and me."
"Oh, please sir, slut can't ..."
"It's no longer your choice slut. I am ordering you to. Fucking well piss for me now ... get on with it!"
The severity in my tone made Ev squat down, bunch up her skirt and pee into the bucket whilst Stacy and I laughed at her. Despite everything she had been through today this no doubt would have been one of the most humiliating.
She finished and stood up and smoothed her skirt down clearly desperate to retain any last vestige of modesty for as long as possible. I moved the bucket away.
"Si," Stacy said with a sexy undertone.
"What Stace," I replied.
"I wanna fuck slut."
"Do you, where?"
"In the ass Si, with a huge strap on dildo -- like that one over there!" She pointed like an excited schoolgirl to a thick, black dildo laid out on a table top.
Ev turned to look at first me then Stacy.
"No Master please, not her. Please, Master, fuck your slut!"
Stacy smiled and I knew that smile was to reflect the amount of trouble that my slave had just gotten herself into.
"Oh poor bitch, you've really done it now!" Stacy said gleefully.
"No, please, please let gyrl go ... let your slut go now. She will come back to you sometime. She is tired out ... she needs to rest. Don't let her ..." Ev's incoherent whining faded away to nothing as the futility of it became clear.
I was furious and it showed as I shouted angrily.
"Down bitch! On your knees! On your knees now!"
Ev shrank back against the wall of the room, terrified.
"On your knees bitch!" Stacy joined in much to slut's additional embarrassment.
Slut fell back neatly on her haunches, spread her thighs and assumed the Nadu position, wide-eyed and trembling -- trying to please but it was too late.
"Stay on your knees bitch! You will be punished. You have no rights at all and you certainly have no right to refuse to serve anyone I ask you to serve."
I prodded the end of my large coiled whip against Ev's back, poking it into the material of my sweat top and lifting it up in puckers, revealing some of the tantalisingly tanned flesh of her lower back. Maybe I would get to whip the stupid slut after all. My cock really did ache now.
I turned to Stacy.
"Strip her!"
"No, please Master, "slut protested.
Stacy reached forward, grabbed Ev's top by the front and pulled it roughly upwards and over her head. I noticed how much of a lingering look Stacy gave to Ev's firm breasts
I then poked the end of the whip underneath the hem of Ev's short denim skirt.
"Get this off," I said dismissively.
Again Stacy reached forward, undid the silver, stud button, and pulled down the zipper. The brief skirt fell free onto to the floor. Ev wore no underwear any longer and so once again she stood naked before us.
Stacy paced around slut, staring inquisitively at her frightened face as she rubbed her hands across Ev's smooth back.
"You really are a pretty one aren't you? Yes, a very pretty one. I will fuck you sooner or later you know; you will like that won't you?"
Ev started to cry.
"Won't you?" Stacy demanded an answer.
Ev shook her head, which infuriated both Stacy and I even more. I lost my patience.
"Stacy, I have to go pee. String her up so that we can jack-knife her but leave her hanging stretched above ground until I return." I assumed that Stacy knew what I meant by 'jack-knife'. I would soon find out I guessed.
Having relieved my bladder, washed myself and generally messed about for ten minutes or so I returned to the torture room.
Stacy had her strung up beautifully. It made me hard just to look at my slut in all her bound splendour.
"Great job Stace," I complimented her. She had known what I meant.
Ev had done wrong to speak way out of turn and now she knew it. She looked gorgeous secured before Stacy and I and she was, apart from a broad black studded collar fastened about her neck and purposely positioned straps, completely naked. My slut's taut body hung from her stretched arms so that her toes dangled two feet above the ground. Agonising!
Thick leather cuffs secured her wrists to a few links of chain and the ring that hung over the hook on the end of the bracket. A leather strap had been buckled about her knees, while another set of cuffs with a trailing chain bound her ankles.
These constraints helped to shape Ev's body into a stunning, slender length, twisting slightly from side to side as far as the chain that held her allowed. The stretching of her pectoral muscles exposed the pale hollows of her armpits and pulled her pert high breasts into a very provocative position.
Nervous breathing caused a rapid swell and contraction of the flat, taut expanse of stomach flesh under her jewel adorned navel that perfectly complimented my slut's slim waist. Her shaved pussy and groin looked just delectable.
Slave's long hair was still tied in a simple pony-tail, hanging loose falling long down the smooth length of her back. Her head hung facing the floor as though in shame. Her brown eyes stared sightlessly down at the ground.
A flick of my whip across her midriff jerked slut back to her senses. Ev, her eyes wide with apprehension, met my stern gaze.
"Now then, cunt," I said. "You know why you're strung up like this?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered. "To be punished. Slut is so sorry. She'll never do it again, she promises!"
I glanced back at Stacy as she sat comfortably watching the proceedings unfold. I smiled as I noticed that she had rested her hands seductively and conveniently between her legs.
"No, you won't cunt," I said with an assured certainty, "this session will make certain of that. Mistress Stacy, lift her feet."
Stacy stood up, moved over to the dangling slut, grasped the chain trailing from Ev's ankle cuffs and climbed the small stepladder placed beside my unfortunate slave, drawing the chain up after her.
Ev bent in the middle like a 'jack-knife', the strap about her knees forcing her legs to remain straight, until her feet were almost level with her bound hands.
"Ouuucchhhhhhh," cried Ev as her body became painfully stretched, "Master pleeeaaaase!"
Stacy hooked the ankle chain over the bracket and then reached between slut's legs and chest. A snap ring dangled from her collar, and this Stacy fastened to the strap about slut's knees so that Ev's face was pressed against her shins.
Slut was very creatively bound. Excellent!
Stacy stepped down.
Now slut hung like an exotic fruit ripe for picking, her hips almost at shoulder height, leaving her pussy and ass completely exposed. Her tightly bound knees squeezed her thighs together and forced out her smooth labial lips into an unwilling pout. They shone both with remaining urine drips and stimulated pussy juice - Ev still being massively stoked from her unsatisfying encounter with Stace in the back of my car.
But it was the hole below this that held my immediate attention. I poked the dark rose of slut's anus with my straightened forefinger, making my slave jerk helplessly within her bonds.
"Now, slut," I said, "what's this?"
"My... your slut's ass hole, sir," Ev replied despairingly.
"And what's it for?"
"For her to shit ... sir."
