Leaning backwards through the stocks the toy felt utterly helpless as her Master circled around her giving the other people in the room a clear view of her taut spread eagled body. The spreader bar that forced her shaking limbs apart dug its cold hard ends into the inner part of her knees and she could feel her legs stretched out to their limit. Her wrists and neck locked in the solid grip of the heavy wooden stocks, her pale naked flesh displayed for her Masters audience.
The toy could only see to the extent of her eye movement and peripheral vision as her head was secured so tightly. All she could really see was the high vaulted ceiling of her Masters dungeon, the chains that hung from its surface, and the swing that hung limp and empty to her left. She could hear her Masters movement, and the background noises of play going on elsewhere in the room. She strained to hear more clearly in an attempt to decipher what was going on in the hope that a fellow submissive was being used in much the same way as her. She could make out muffled breathing and almost grunting, along with the sound of a woman's cruel soft laughter mocking an unseen subject. "That's it, take it boy," she heard, "push yourself back on my cock," said the low authoritative female voice.
Suddenly her world exploded into a white hot pain that shot across her full ample breasts. She let out a yelp of surprise and pain, and then it came again, the long black crop of her Master slashing down impacting on her already reddening breasts. Her attention was truly back in reality now as the blows rained down a dozen times more.
A strong hand gripped the back of her hair as a low growl rasped at her ear "I said, what is your name girl?"
"Toy112 Master," she heard her own meek voice answer.
She hadn't heard her Master speak, and she now wished she had not been so interested in what was going on elsewhere in the room. "What is your purpose?" came the deep growl again.
She swallowed hard and took in a deep breath as the crop descended again "to serve Master."
Her breasts were on fire now, they throbbed with stinging pain, and the voice came again this time in a snarl "serve who girl?"
"You Master, Master. To serve you," she blurted urgently.
One last stinging blow landed across her aching red breasts before the voice said in a calm flat tone "good girl. You are working out to be a useful toy for me to amuse myself with."
Her Master disappeared from view, and she heard more movement, and the faint clink of metal before she felt warm leather rest on the inside of her thighs. Masters hands squeezed tightly, and she wriggled as he slid them further up towards her naked shaven pussy. She flinched as his fingers dug into the soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and his leather gloves seemed to heat up as he mauled her.
She felt one of the hands move away from her thigh and begin to lightly spank her pussy. The sensation was heavenly as Master kept a constant rhythm and increased the strength of his strikes until they stung as the leather of his gloves bit at her labia then eased back down to the light pattering he had started with. He kept this going for several long wonderful minutes before suddenly he stopped.
Cold prickles rolled up the inside of her right thigh, lightly at first but then harder and more biting. This was repeated on her left thigh, then moving ever closer toward her pussy. There was a brief moment of nothing as Master obviously retrieved something, then the pin wheel rolled lightly over her puffy labia, and brushed tantalisingly over her clit hood. Master expertly traced the folds of her most private place all the time slightly increasing the pressure so as to direct her writhes and wriggles. The toy let out a sigh as she felt Masters free hand spread open her lips, his agile fingers pulling the elastic skin taught as he spread them so wide unmasking her engorged clit and moist hole. She gasped loudly as she felt the sharp needle like points of the pin wheel roll torturously up the inner folds of her slit towards her completely exposed, and by now very engorged and throbbing clit. She didn't know whether to scream or cum, the sensation was so exquisite.
Master singled out her clit for attention next, and deftly manoeuvred the instrument circling around it and edging ever closer to his goal. She could feel the dull ache in her gut and she knew that she would cum very hard very soon. Just as he decreased the pressure on her pulsating cunt the orgasm threatened to overcome her, and she begged through stifled whimpers "please Master, please may i cum?"
Master removed the tool and as she relaxed her body a little the intense desire faded slightly. He stabbed the glistening spiked roller into her clit whilst at the same time commanding "now girl." Her throbbing aching pussy gushed warm sweet juices all over the insides of her thighs, down over her firm buttocks and drenched Masters left hand. She quivered and shook as her intense climax ebbed away, she tingled with a mixture of pleasure, pain, excitement ,and fear. She never wanted to leave this place.
Master came around to the side of her head and wrenched her head back by roughly gripping her hair and pulling down sharply. The sudden move startled her and she looked up at Master with huge fearful eyes. He let go of her hair and pulled open her jaw holding it tight in an iron grip. He showed her his hand soaked in her cum, and with a smile curling his lips he said "clean it," before pushing his fingers into her open orifice. She sucked and licked urgently, and swallowed down the slippery liquid. She was incredibly aroused and was shocked at herself, she had never tasted her own before, the sweet musky flavour was strange to her but not unpleasant. Master forced his fingers deeper into her mouth so they filled her completely, she licked, sucked and swallowed.
