Enslaving Ev 01 Pt 05

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 ...

PART 5

Slut (11) ...

I had not walked more than a few feet down the hallway when Rika called out, "Hey, Ev, I have an idea. I'll drive you to the beach. You might have a problem parking this late on a Saturday afternoon. Just wait a sec while I grab my bag." She didn't even wait for me to respond, just left the doorway for her room, returning a few seconds later.

"Rika, really, you don't need to drive me. I ..."

"It's nothing. What are friends for?" she said in a joking way and locked her arm in mine, guiding me out the door and towards her car. Once again, I felt that Rika was taking control and I was unable to say no. We pranced through the parking lot, her smile wide and her braces flashing in the midday sun.

She opened the passenger side first, and I started to get in. "Hey, wait," as she reached into her bag and pulled out her camera. "Just stand there and smile, like one of those girls that poses at a car show. Open that right vest flap a little more."

"Please, no, Rika, let's get going. I'm going to be late..."

"Just do it. Only take a sec. Smile. I said, smile," she ordered, and I obeyed.

"Put one arm along the door frame. Yeah, like that." In this pose, the vest was opened wide, hiding nothing and drawing attention to my pierced nipples and their adornments. She took two pictures and I begged her to stop. If there was any traffic, I would be late for sure.

"Ok, ok, don't worry, just get in."

I was relieved to shut the door and hide myself inside the car. I pulled on my seatbelt and set the straps over the vest, hiding as much of my breasts as possible. Rika could see what I was doing and said nothing at first.

"So, are you excited?" she asked, leaving the parking lot and heading towards the beach.

"Um, more nervous than excited, I guess," I tried to be nonchalant, but I doubted I could fool anyone. "Just please drive faster, ok?"

"Are you sure? I mean, you seemed to enjoy being punished yesterday, didn't you?"

"No, that was painful and I didn't enjoy it. I mean, well, not all of it, at least not the pain. I just don't want him to have any reason to punish me again, and I want him to unlock these nipple locks."

"Hey, since they will probably be gone next time I see you, and since they are so hot, open your vest wider and raise the seat belt so I can get a better look as we drive."

"No way! People are going to see me and what if a cop stops us."

"Just do it, Ev. Or is it, Slut Ev, or..." and she moved to the slow lane and applied the brakes, coming to a stop along the highway, still miles from the beach."

"Please, no, Rika, please. Please just drive," I begged.

She just looked at me with a hard stare and a mischievous smile on her face. "Sure, I'll drive fast, but first do what I ask you." And her smile vanished.

What choice did I have? So I opened my vest, revealing my piercings and locks.

"That's much better. With your dangling S's and cute tits, you are so phat."

"Huh, what do you mean fat? I'm not..."

"Not 'fat' you dumb slut!" Her rebuke stung. "P-h-a-t. Pretty, hot, and tantalizing. It's gansta talk. You must have heard of that."

"Uh, no, Rika please drive faster." The clock on her dashboard said 2:22. We were getting close by now. "Please just drop me off in front of the parking lot. I'm going to be late," I wailed.

She gunned it, racing down Ocean Drive, and coming to a sharp stop in front of the drive-in parking machine. "Plenty of time. Tell him Hi from me. I will look forward to seeing you whenever." As I was unbuckling the seat belt, she leaned over and pursed her lips. I kissed her closed mouth, quickly and said, "Byeeee. Thanks!" I grabbed my bag, and raced from the car, making no effort to hide my breasts as the vest flaps waved in the wind. I ran as fast as I could, seeing Master standing outside the boat house. There were many people on the beach, so I took a slightly less direct route by running behind them. If anyone saw me, I did not take notice. I couldn't afford to be late.

Master greeted me kindly and I said Hi, as I panted for breath. He closed the distance between us and reached inside my vest, caressing my breasts and fondling his adornments. Mmmm, I thought, this is what I want...

SLAP. Master slapped me across the face, and I nearly fell to the ground in shock and response. Why? I wanted to ask him, but his questions came fast and furious.

"What are you?"

"A slave," I answered, still slightly out of breath, but now trying to recover from the shock of his slap.

SLAP. Again, though this time I did not fall to the ground, just let out a small shriek. He asked, "Who owns you, slave?"

"You do, Master!" Why did I take this from him? What drew me like a moth to his flame? Why could I feel my pussy lips swelling in desire?

He ordered me to open my mouth, and I saw in his left hand a leash. Since I wore no collar, there was no place to hook the leash except for my tongue ring. I began to shake my head in defiance, and started to beg him not to, but when he raised his hand to strike me again, I changed my mind and opened my mouth like a trained pet.

As I knew he would, he reached up and attached the leash to my tongue, ordering me to follow him and saying something about me being late.

No, Master, no, I wasn't late, and if I was it was Rika's fault. Please, Master, please, I begged him silently, but followed along like an obedient bitch.

Master (12) ...

My slut and I walked over the grassy sand dunes and into the old boat house building. I stopped once inside the main room and let the leash fall from my grasp.

Ev gasped. She was no longer being led, but the leash would now feel like a weight hanging painfully from her tongue. She faced me, long hair still platted and dressed just as I had asked. Denim skirt, short vest -- leather and open too, which was a bonus -- and hopefully a red thong.

"Show me the thong slut."

Ev slowly lifted up the front of her denim skirt to reveal a high cut red, lacy thong. Beautiful! And now her tongue hung out like a panting dog, pulled by the loose leash.

I unclipped the leash much to slut's relief. I wanted to hear her speak clearly.

"So did slut tell Rika?" I asked.

"Yes Master."

"Show me the photo."

I looked closely at Ev's cell phone screen and marvelled at the picture before me. In the foreground was Rika, cute as a button with her metal brace bound teeth shining back at me, but in the background was my slave, on her knees with her tongue sticking out. One breast was cupped by her hand to highlight the small nipple statues, and her other hand showed off the S dangling from her ear piercing. What a fucking picture!

"Seems like Rika enjoyed your state."

"Yes Master."

"Really. Did she?"

"Not at first Master. At first she wanted to call the police, but when I explained a little more about my day and how what you did to me made me feel, she became more understanding. In fact so much so that she told me how to pose for this picture."

This was unexpected. Rika was also a little hot for this sort of thing. I could not believe my luck.

"Did Rika ... do ... anything to slut?"

"Huh? ... Master."

"Did she control slut, or have sex with slut or ...?"

"Kind of Master."

"Tell me more slut."

"Oh no Master, not sex, well she kissed me, but it was more that she took photos of me, then offered to drive me over here and then purposely made me late so that your slut would be punished and ..."

"Oh, so you admit to being late do you slut?" I said cleverly taking the conversation in a direction that Ev had not intended.

" ...er ... well ... not sure ... Master."

I picked out a bamboo rod from my bag and swished it loudly through the air, making Ev wince.

"Well slut, I have decided that you were late and so no doubt we'll soon draw a more lively response out of my slave," I observed somewhat dryly.

"No Master, please don't judge me to have been late. I wasn't, please ..."

"Silence slut!" I ordered, "You continue to refer to yourself in first person! And this is not a debate!" I paused for dramatic effect. She dropped her head, knowing the errors of her way.

"Here take this." I offered her the morning after pill along with a bottle of water. She looked quizzically at me, perhaps thinking I was attempting to drug her. After explaining what it was, she took the pill and swallowed it without further comment.

"So," I straightened, fixing Ev with a glare, "I need to punish my useless cunt appropriately. Come to Master, slut."

Ev did so, standing rigidly to attention as I also walked slowly towards her.

"Your punishment will be harsh slut but then you need to learn a lesson."

I could see that Ev was holding her breath.

"A dozen strokes of the rod for having the audacity to be late, and for then not admitting to it straight away, and for continuing to refer to yourself in the first person."

I smiled at how shocked she looked; the indignity and humiliation of bending over for the rod.

"Twelve strokes Master?' Ev repeated in a small, pathetic voice.

"Twelve," I confirmed with unseemly relish.

"Have you ever been caned slut?"

"No Master." She hung her head.

"Not by your father?"

"No Master."

"Nor by your teachers."

"No Master."

"So will slut find this humiliating?"

"Yes Master, humiliating and painful."

"What would slut do to avoid being caned?"

"Anything Master wants, but if Master wishes slut to be caned then she will accept his choice."

I smiled at her reluctant compliance.

"Do you like pain slave?"

"No Master, but slut likes to be controlled and if pain is part of it then so be it."

"Oh cunt, you will feel pain believe me."

"Master please don't hurt me too much."

Transfixed, like a small rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming car, Ev seemed unable to move. I beckoned her to me. Eyes wide, moist lips slightly parted, she obeyed.

I reached up and caught her hand and in one smooth move, sharply pulled her down across my lap.

"But I have missed you so much slut that I wanna see you cum first."

"Oh Master," she moaned.

I grasped the hem of slut's skirt and quickly bunched it around her waist, feeling my cock stiffen in response to the view. Toned, tanned legs and taut thighs, the sculptural perfection of her lower limbs made for a perfect vision.

And her delightful red, lace thong appeared sexily from between her ass cheeks.

My fingertips brushed across her thong covered pussy, causing Ev to squirm with tremors of pleasure. She wriggled rapturously at my unexpectedly gentle touch, sighing as I continued my ministrations, slipping a finger beneath the elastic of her panties to feel the growing wetness they concealed.

Gasping and squirming, dishevelled and crying, Ev writhed on my lap. Her cheeks felt hot to touch even before I had burned them with the cane in comparison to the sopping slit between her legs that begged to be filled.

"Ooh, sir, I don't want to cum so quickly after seeing you again," Ev groaned. "Please, Master, not yet ... not so soon."

"I'll be the judge of that," I said firmly betrayed by the bulge in my trousers, which Ev no doubt felt as she kicked her legs.

"Keep still!" I snapped angrily, forcing her hands into the small of her back. Ev groaned, slumped across my knees, humiliated and writhing deliciously. Firmly I tugged her thong up into her already sensitised slit, increasing the pressure on slut's now dripping pussy. Pushing the thin strip of material aside I probed her sticky labia with two fingers.

She gasped, held fast across her Master's lap, her pussy rudely opened for my voyeuristic pleasure. Ev groaned in what sounded like helpless delight as I began to tease her clitoris, sending waves of apparent ecstasy through her cunt.

"Oh Master," she whispered distractedly, "you're going to make me cum, and I've only been back a few minutes. Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

"I know slut, and you have my permission." I replied confidently, one finger circling her clitoris, the other penetrating and plundering her pink slit, faster and faster.

Ev exploded.

"Fucccccccckkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeee Masssssssssssterrrrrrrr!!!" she cried out covering my fingers with her juices.

Then she slumped over my lap. Done. Finished. My slut had cum.

Delightful! Satisfied and already smelling of sex, Ev lay before me. I pushed her up to her unsteady feet. Ev's face cheeks were tear-streaked, her vest dishevelled and now totally unable to contain her prominent jewellery adorned breasts, which were clearly visible through the gaping leather material.

Ev stood shakily, knees together, skirt around her waist, petulant and pouting, the very embodiment of a soon to be punished student.

I stood up away from the chair.

"Thong off cunt and hand it to me," I snapped.

Fumbling clumsily, Ev complied, the heat of a warm blush on her face as she removed the skimpy material.

"Lean over the chair back and hold the edge of the seat,' I instructed, pointing to the way I wanted her positioned.

Placing both hands over the chair back, Ev eased herself into position. I moved to her and modified her position until she was stretched with her hands reaching over one side keeping her legs straight. The chair back fitted neatly into her stomach and her feet were still flat on the floor but most effectively Ev's bare ass was staring me in the face.

Her breasts hung completely loose from the vest now, with Ev bending over the chair, as the small statues acted like nipple weights.

I drooled over the view my slave now presented but I still needed a cleaner approach and more flesh to aim at.

"Stand up," I ordered, "and take off your skirt."

I knew that Ev wanted nothing more than to get the ordeal over as quickly as possible, and sure enough my slut obediently unfastened the button at her trim waist and let the skirt fall to her feet. She faced me wearing only the open leather vest.

"Now place your legs together and bend forward back over the chair," I then went on.

"So far so good, slut." I drooled, drinking in the glorious sight before me.

"As I thrash slut's bottom, she will not rise and she will not attempt to comfort her ass. Should she do so then Master will simply begin again until his useless cunt shows restraint."

I flexed the rod, and puffed my chest out. "You will receive twelve strokes with Master's bamboo rod. Understand?"

Ev was sobbing quietly but still managed to utter,

"Y ... y ... yes, Master."

"You will count each stroke and then thank me afterwards. Is that clear slave?"

"Yes Master," she uttered quietly, now entirely resigned to her fate.

I took up my position behind her and started to tap Ev's bottom with the cane.

"Prepare yourself slut! You have twelve strokes coming. If you get out of position, reach back, or interfere with your caning in any way that stroke will not be counted. Three interruptions will result in me starting the caning over and three extra strokes being added. Is that clear cunt?" I asked while reaching between her legs and working two of my fingers slowly in and out of her juice soaked pussy.

"Ohhh fuckkkkk, mmmmmm! Yes Master, your slut understands." Despite her very recent orgasm Ev's pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Her whole body contracted as his fingers left her pussy and the cane started the tapping again.

Tap, tap, tap. On Ev's naked ass.

I paused. I paused for a long time. Ev braced herself and screwed her eyes shut and waited.

The air swished and then ...'TWACK'

The sound echoed through the old boathouse. Her intake of breath told me it had hurt.

"One, aggggh, thank you, Master."

Again I tapped the rod on her ass. I noticed that I could still see the whip and cane marks from the day before. I smiled. Ev's ass had taken a lot of punishment.

Swish... CRACK!

She bucked across the chair crying out in pain. Her legs kicking and scissoring open and closed. This second stroke was harder and landed right in the middle of her ass cheeks; bridging the divide so the stroke continued across both cheeks. The pain must have been terrible! Ev's tears immediately started dripping copiously down her cheeks.

"Fuckkkkkk! T.. two. Thank you, Master."

Tap, tap, tap on her ass as I gauged where to leave the cane's next horrible mark on her tender bottom.

Swiiiiish TWACK!

The third stroke landed just below the first two; making one wide line of searing pain. Slut let out a delightful yell; her face downcast watching the tears dripping from her cheek and start gathering on the seat of the chair.

"Arrghhhh! Three. Thank you, Master."

Tap, tap, tap on her bottom once more.

Swish, CRACK!

The fourth stroke landed right on the spot; where Ev's lovely tanned thighs met the under curve of her buttocks. The stroke was by far the hardest that I had administered thus far and so the pain of that stroke must have been the worst. Slut just opened her mouth in a silent scream, so dumbstruck was she.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! F ... f... four. Thank you Master."

Then, almost as if she couldn't help herself; Ev reached back and ran her hand gently down her sore buttocks, feeling the raised sore welt.

"Remove your hand at once slave or you will find that stroke won't count and you will get extras on top of it!"

Ev immediately moved her hand and grasped the leg of the chair once again.

"You are sooooooo fortunate slut that I feel in a benevolent mood. That was your only chance!"

I tapped again on her ass. Even the taps were now catching parts of her bottom that were on fire.

"Pleeeeeeeeeassssss Massssssssster!" She begged, "No more!"

I brought my arm back to deliver the next biting cut of the cane. I brought it down sharply at an angle crossing the previous wheals.

CRACK!!!

It landed reigniting the pain in the first four strokes.

"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!"

"How many cunt?"

"F ... five. Thank you Master."

Ev fell limp and sobbing across the chair. I could see the heat was radiating from her bottom like a furnace. The cane strokes looked harsh. She had only just returned to me, maybe I had been too hard.

I moved to her and winding her lank hair plat in my hand I cruelly pulled her body upright. She was still sobbing. The caning was hurting her badly, and she still had seven strokes left. It would be too much for her I felt.

"Stand up away from the chair slut."

Resisting the temptation to rub her burning ass Ev did as she was asked. I moved towards her.

"So pretty slave, did that hurt?"

"Yes Master."

"And did it teach slut a lesson?"

"But Master, your slut wasn't la..."

"Slut!" I growled, "Do not argue with me."

"Sorry Master. Yes your worthless slut has been taught a lesson."

"Good. Then bend over again."

Ev looked crestfallen. I could tell she had been convinced that I would finish her punishment without any more strokes.

"Please Master, no more ..."

"Shut up slut!"

I took up my position once more and raising my arm I slashed the bamboo down once again on poor Ev's reddened ass.

"Noooooooooooooooooooo Massssssssssttteeeerrrrrrrrrrrr!"

"Count!"

"Six Master, thank you."

"Now stand up and face me."

She did as she was told.

"Hands behind your head!"

Again, she complied.

I moved to her side and, raising the rod high I slashed it down across Ev's thighs.

"Owwwwwwwwwww, no, no, no, nooooooooooo!" she sobbed almost collapsing.

"Slut ...?"

"S ... s ... seven, thank you, Master."

I raised the rod again. Slut closed her eyes and chewed frantically on her bottom lip.