It had been several days since elaine had endured a full day of her owner's attention while he worked from home. Her jaw still ached and her lips were puffy and swollen leaving her with a bee stung look. Her pale smooth skin also bore the marks from his cane. The raised welts and bruises had begun to slowly heal, although they were still visible while fading to various colorful stripes along her hind quarters and the full heavy mounds of her breasts. When summoned to his presence, she moved a bit more slowly these days, the lingering result from spending hours beneath his desk fellating his cock until he had decided he was pleased with her efforts.
Correction and instruction had continued to be a part of her daily inspection, administered not just from his cane, but since the day he had kept her on her knees, panting, begging and sobbing, there was the added harsh and brutal impalement from a cruel thick anal plug as well. It had been the largest size in a set of four, meant to be the one used at the end of the training, not the beginning. And yet, after her morning enema, he forced the thing in her torn, often swollen and bruised hole, leaving her aching and in constant pain until he allowed its removal, sometimes not for several hours.
This morning had been no different from many of the previous mornings spent in servitude to her owner. She had been bent over the side of the tub, hips lifted, head hanging down, her arms braced to hold her body still for this further humiliation and painful cleanse. Her face hidden by the fall of her tangled hair, eyes closed, wincing, although not daring to object or to cry out in protest, she had endured the sharp white hot pain as her owner forced the hated plug into her broken, bruised, and unhealed anal ring. With a final rinse, he had helped her into her harness, pulled her upright and with the leash firmly attached to her collar, led her out of the bath and toward the main floor of the house, leaving her to follow after him, as best she could. The plug was firmly seated in her ass. Her breasts were bound and pulled up and out by the tight fit of the harness, nonetheless, the large mounds still swayed and jostled as she trotted after him in her awkward and frantic gait.
However, the normal routine of this particular morning was about to change. After elaine was prepared for her morning inspection, her leash still securely attached, just as the couple reached the large hall that acted as a foyer and entryway to the home, the doorbell rang, freezing elaine in her tracks. The ringing bell that announced a visitor at their door, didn't seem to surprise her owner at all. With long firm strides, he continued on until he reached the door in another few seconds, flinging it wide and greeting the man that stood there with a warm and inviting welcome. The two men shook hands, exchanging pleasantries. The visitor came inside, pausing for a brief moment to take in the sight of elaine, panting a little from her rushed and awkward scramble, her body naked but for the harness, the leash, held tightly in her owner's hand.
A hot rush of humiliation and acute embarrassment flooded her body, when stealing a glance at this unexpected visitor, she realized instantly she knew him. elaine had in fact met him on numerous occasions and actively disliked him. He was married to one of her friends, another young wife. The two women had often gone out together. It was this man's wife that had been with her the night of her drunken table dance. The final incident that had convinced her husband to dispose of her by selling her to sex traffickers. Her reprieve only happened at the last moment when he had decided that rather than sell her to others, he would keep her for himself, training her to be an obedient and compliant sex slave. The training had been brutal and often cruel, leaving her in a constant state of confusion, pain, remorse and contrition. But for all that it had actually been quite effective in bringing her to heel.
The moment lengthened, elaine standing mute and frozen until, with a jerk on her leash her owner directed her harshly, "Don't just stand there cunt, welcome our guest properly!"
Jerked back to awareness, both by the tug on he leash and the harsh stinging command, the slave scrambled to obey, crawling quickly to the visitor's feet, kneeling first back on her heels and then going to all fours with another jerk of her leash.
The visitor fixed his gaze on the groveling woman, her healing colorful bruises and welts standing out in stark relief against her pale creamy skin. The tight leather harness accentuated her naked body, seeming to highlight all the usable parts. His booted foot casually pressed against her raised hind quarters. With a flex of his ankle, and an increase in the pressure against her raised hips, she collapsed back to the floor on her belly.
Continuing to gaze down on the crumpled woman, "What do we have here?" he asked.
A sharp slap from the visitor to her bottom brought elaine back up to her knees. The leash was pulled once more, urging her to move. With such little slack in its length, the leash pulled so tightly, the slave had no choice but to follow as both men began to make their way down the large marble hall. elaine crawled, desperately trying to keep pace with them as they all headed toward the arched doorway that led into the den and the luxuriously appointed home office. Pausing just inside the room's entrance, the harnessed woman, still moving a bit awkwardly and trembling badly, felt the impact of her surroundings. A quick and frantic glance around the room confirmed this had been where many of her most humiliating and painful training sessions had taken place.
Once through the doorway, she felt the visitor's gaze like a burning laser on her. every move. He seemed to be taking in each humiliating detail of her subjugation and enslavement. Her Master led her on her leash to the middle of the room, adjusting her stance and the presentation of her body, using his cane until he was satisfied with her placement. Then with no warning, her leash was handed over to the visitor!
Confused, looking around for her owner, her head was jerked back, the leash pulled taut until she raised up to keep from being choked. A sort of angst and sick fear rolled in her belly until she thought she might be sick. She realized this was to be more than just a casual humiliation to show off her trained obedience. She and this visitor had a history, and it wasn't a good one. In the past, she had been openly hostile and contemptuous toward him. In her former life, from the safety of her position as a pampered trophy for her husband, she had taken every opportunity to embarrass the man and treat him poorly as she didn't only dislike him, she had felt he was beneath her socially. But now in a horrible twist of fate, he held her leash.
With a sharp slap across her bottom, her owner instructed her in a few short, terse words to please the visitor in any manner he wished. "You are to serve and obey our guest, understood?" He didn't wait for a reply just moved toward the door.
Calling back as he strode out of the room, he told the visitor, "As you requested."
Motioning to the kneeling and stunned woman, "I give you elaine, my own personal sex toy and slave to enjoy for the next few hours."
Chuckling as he left, adding one last caveat. "Just make sure to leave me a little something for when I return, will you?"
Another slap this time from the leather of the leash, elaine jerked and yelped, quickly crawling forward, intent on escape. A wild notion to crawl after her Master and beg him to stop this, surely he had made a mistake. She struggled to her feet in an effort to move faster as the door was only a few feet away. A moan of desperation as she caught sight of her Owner's departing back. Determined, she practically ran through the doorway. She had some half formed frantic idea that once there she could find a place to hide in the house. A house that she knew so much better than the visitor. It was a chance, but one she was intent on taking.
But then she was brought up short by the leash. It was almost comical how easily she was pulled off her feet and dragged back into the room. She landed with a thud on the floor in front of a grouping of overstuffed club chairs that were placed around the space, allowing for easy conversation among guests.
The focal point of the room was usually the fireplace, where a fire was already burning this morning providing extra warmth and a sense of coziness. However, today, it was clear, the focal point of conversation was to be elaine. Still kicking and struggling she began to sob and beg, but the visitor never paused, just continued to pull the struggling women across the room and to his feet. She ended up in a heap in front of one of the large and comfortable chairs where the visitor had seated himself, legs sprawled wide. Curling her leash around his fist, he pulled her still resisting body to rest between his thighs, her tear wet face tilted to look up at him. His voice was low and filled with an ugly intensity that promised she would remember this day for a long, long time. Just the sound of it was enough to bring fear and trepidation racing over her as it slapped at her like the flicks of a stinging whip. Every syllable was clear and promised retribution.
"Now show me what that smart whore's mouth of yours is really used for," he demanded.
Lifting her head in weary acceptance of her fate, resting up on her knees between his thighs, her lips parted, her mouth gaping into a soft rounded O, the slave swayed forward, the need to appease the visitor of paramount importance to her continued survival.
He was impatient now, his hand at the back of her head, pushing her forward. But even with her jaw hinged impossibly wide, she was not able to take him fully in her mouth. He was not overly long, maybe only six inches, but his cock was almost malformed as it was so thick, and seemed to have the circumference of a soda can. She gurgled and gasped, licking and eagerly sucking, but her jaw would not open any wider. It was almost as if he expected as much and yanking at the leash, he turned her around until her hips were lifted in offering to him. He grasped her ankles and pulled her halfway onto the chair and his lap, her thighs pulled apart as if she were a wishbone. He settled her ankles on either side of the chair, keeping her face and shoulders resting against the floor, her elbows acting as braces.
