Sascha shivered with nerves and anticipation as she sat beside her Master in his sports car. Luke sped down the busy Boston streets, weaving in and out of traffic as he tapped his hand in time with the Coltrane sax solo that blared from the speakers. Sascha admired his profile, his straight nose, and his strong jaw. He was so incredibly masculine; every time they went out it public she noticed the appreciative stares of women. This handsome man was her Master. He owned her body and soul, and she relished in all the humiliation, punishment, and abuse he doled out to her.
Tonight he was bringing her to a private fetish club. After two months of training, he had deemed her ready for a public presentation. He warned her that he would share her with both men and women, that she would be humiliated and beaten. Anything except for complete compliance would not be tolerated.
Sascha wore a pair of high Jimmy Choo pumps on her delicate feet, which emphasized her long, slim legs. Her breasts were encased in a satin bra that stopped right below her nipples, pushing her breasts up high and exposing her sweet pink nipples. Besides a matching black thong, she was naked. A thin leather collar with a ring was strapped around her neck. The dark satin contrasted beautifully against her creamy white skin. Her thick, auburn waves fell loose around her shoulders, giving her a wild look.
Luke stopped on an empty street, and clipped a leash to her collar.
"Come, slave," he said, leading her into a ordinary looking door. There was no sign, no indication of the carnal activities within.
It was the end of September, a brisk night signaling the beginning of fall. Sascha's nipples tightened in the cool breeze.
Inside, a petite Asian woman wearing a short leather skirt and a leather bra welcomed them. "Hello, Master Luke."
"How are you, Tara?"
"I'm great, thank You, Sir. Is this your new slave?"
"Yes, this is Sascha."
Sascha smiled at her. "Hello Ma'am." She had been instructed to call everyone she met Sir or Ma'am, unless speaking to another slave.
She smiled at Sascha dismissively. "Does this mean you're not looking for a submissive anymore?" She arched an eyebrow suggestively and pushed out her perky breasts. Hot anger built inside of Sascha, but she kept her face impassive.
"Yes, Sascha's been improving remarkably. Have a good night," he said, effectively dismissing her advances.
Master led his slave to a bar, where women dressed in the same uniform as Tara served drinks. All the waitresses seemed to know him, and shot him suggestive stares. Master squeezed Sascha's shoulder in reassurance, then order her on her knees.
"From now on, you will kneel and crawl unless I tell you otherwise. Understood?"
"Yes Master."
"Good girl."
He led her through a set of doors. Sascha's heart stopped beating for a moment when she saw what was before her. A stage was set in the center of the room, equipped with a horse and a St. Andrew's cross for securing slaves. At the moment, a slave with a remarkably round bottom was bent over the horse as her Master beat her with a cat'o'nine. Her legs were spread wide, and her Master centered the majority of the blows on her exposed pussy. She moaned in pain.
Masters and Mistresses sat on plush couches, with their slaves kneeling on the floor before them.
A handsome middle aged Master greeted them. Before him, a beautiful woman with remarkably lush lips kneeled submissively as she lapped water out of a dog bowl. Her face was streaked with tears. She had an ample breast, and two crocadile clips bit into her fat nipples.
"Sascha, this is Master Nathaniel."
"Hello Sir," she said demurely.
"What a beautiful slave, I must say that she outshines the rest of them." A gasp escaped his slave, but Master Nathaniel ignored it.
"Will you be sharing her for play tonight?"
"Yes, I really want her to be pushed."
The stage was empty, the last couple apparently finished. Master tugged on Sascha's leash, and she crawled behind him up the stairs.
"Greetings everyone. This is my new slave Sascha. I will first administer her a flogging, and then I will be sharing her with Master Nathanial, Master Mark, and Mistress Lisa."
A round of applause sounded.
Master Luke fastened her hands together, and then attached them to a hook hanging from the ceiling. He tied a blindfold around her eyes, beginning her descent into darkness. Sascha's body was pulled tight, stretching her limbs and causing her breasts and ass to push out provocatively.
Luke selected a thick leather strap, and then stood, waiting for the anticipation and uncertainty to build within the remarkable creature before him. To Sascha, the seconds ticked by slowly. Without warning, he brought down a stinging blow on her left ass cheek. A squeal of surprise delighted the room, all the Masters admiring the coltish beauty and the honesty of her responses. Luke continues to whip her ass and breasts until Sascha's blindfold was wet with tears. He stopped, and reached between her legs, feeling the wetness between them.
He then untied her arms and bent her over the horse, before securing her arms and legs and removing the blindfold. Sascha saw Master Nathanial and a handsome blond Master step onto the stage. Master Nathanial began to play with her, pushing her pussy juice up into her tight asshole. The other man, Master Mark, unbuttones his pants and pulled out his thick cock.
"You know what to do, don't you lovely?"
Sascha opened her mouth, and Mark shoved his cock in all the way with a single thrust. When the head of the penis had reached the back of her throat, he held her there, and pinched her nose shut so she could not breathe.
At the same time, Master Nathanial worked a gigantic butt plug into Sascha's tight anus. Sascha moaned into the cock in her mouth as Mark let go over her nose. He pumped in and out of her mouth, slamming in ball deep. Sascha gagged, tears running down her face.
After five minutes of face fucking, Master Mark removed his cock, and sprayed her face with thick white cum. Sascha's eyes flew shut as she attempted to protect her eyes from the jets of cum. He then took a bottle of water and held it to her mouth, instructing her to drink the whole thing. Once she'd drunk half the bottle, she shook her head. Mark grabbed a fistfull of hair, forcing her to drink the rest. She chocked on the stream of water, but managed to down it all.
Next, the plug in her ass was pulled out, and replaced with Nathan's thick cock. Sascha screamed in agony and in sexual excitement as her ass was ripped apart.
"You will NOT cum, do you understand, slut?"
"Yes Sir!" Sascha moaned, digging her fingernails into the palm of her hand.
Master Nathan pulled his cock out, and again brought his cock to her mouth. His cock was slightly stained with her shit, coated in ass juice.
"Suck it, slave."
Sascha hesitantly opened her mouth, embarrassed at the extreme invasion. The filthy cock was forced in her mouth, causing Sascha to gag violently around the thick meat. Nathan slammed in and out of her mouth, invading back of her throat. If possible, he performed with more vigour than the Dom before him.
Again, he withdrew and spent his thick white sperm over her face. Nathan grabbed another bottle of water, and again Sascha was forced to drink the entire contents. A second bottle was taken out, and Sacha downed it all, spluttering as she drank from the awkard angle.
Her bladder ached, and Sascha feared that she might have an accident. "Please, Sir.... I have to go."
"Hold it, you little slut," Nathan hissed, admiring the thick strings of sperm that decorated her heart shaped face. Her vision was blurred as a result of the cum that coated her eyelashes. She made a beautiful picture.
A beautiful, tall woman entered the stage. She wore a tight latex dress and impossibly high heels. Thick dark hair tumbled down her shoulders and around her gigantic breasts. Even with her comprimised eyesight, Sascha was in awe of the beautiful creature.
Mistress Lisa stood in front of Sascha, her crotch eye-level with the pathetic slut. "Hello, slave."
Sascha felt unsure if she was expected to respond. After a moment, she said, "Hello, Ma'am."
Suddenly, the woman slapped her face."Do not speak, slave. You will be punished for that."
Sascha swallowed, fear enveloping her. The woman found a a cane from behind the bound slave, and waved it menacingly before her face. "Kiss it, slut."
Sascha pursed her lips and planted a gentle kiss on the menacing ratten cane. Her Master had only caned her once, and it had been the most painful experience of her life.
"You are a miserable little slut, unworthy of a man like your Master," Mistress Lisa's voice boomed across the room. She leaned in close to Sascha's ear, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. These words were meant only for the pathetic slut. "Your Master deserves more than a cum splattered slut. He deserves a woman." Sascha's heart stopped dead, fear gripping her heart. She could not lose her Master!
