Wolfe
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The Mistress caressed her potential slave softly, bringing up a blush and a smattering of goosebumps over the tender flesh of the slave’s neck. She noticed the tension, but was glad to see that the slave did not make any other visible sign that the touch was noticed. The Mistress went further, needing to know how long the slave could hold out before desire turned her into a wild animal. Silently still, She stroked Her fingers down the slave's arms, gripped her wrists, and clamped them into dark red cuffs, which were then connected to chains that were anchored in the wall. The Mistress slid Her hands back up the slave's arms, then down from the slave's shoulders to her spine, tracing the curve with Her nails lightly, then harder, leaving light red trails on the pale flesh. She knelt down next to the slave and kissed the slave's shoulder, Her tongue flicking out briefly, taking in the slightly salty taste of her skin. Her caressing hand worked it's way back up over the slave's shoulder, and down her collarbone to her breast. The Mistress pinched and pulled the slave's right nipple so that it tightened as the slave became increasingly aroused.
The Mistress increased the pressure to the slave's nipple, trying to draw a cry from the girl. The Mistress pulled on the slave's nipple as She bit down on her shoulder, but still received no response other than quickened breathing. She bit down sharply, suddenly. Hard enough to draw a bit of blood, and at the same time, twisted the slave's nipple viciously. The Mistress kept the pressure the same on nipple and shoulder, as She slid Her other hand to the slave's mound. When Her hand touched the slave, She felt the curly hair, and a flood of hot wetness. Quickly, with yet again more pressure to the slave's tortured nipple, the Mistress pressed the heel of Her hand against the slave's clit, and slid three fingers into her wet tight hole. Just barely sliding inside, the Mistress teased the slave with the penetration, and finally received a sign of pleasure. The slave thrust her hips forward trying to capture the Mistress's fingers, and moaned quietly when the Mistress moved Her hand so that the penetration remained the same.
The slave moaned louder, her cries those of desire let loose, desire unfulfilled. She whimpered and wiggled ... tears wet her cheeks as she struggled to force the penetrating fingers in further. The Mistress, aware of Her hold on the slave, began to slowly stroke in and out of the warm wet hole She had captured. The Mistress nibbled on the slave's neck, the nape covering with gooseflesh as the slave trembled beneath Her touch. The slave's cries became louder as she turned into a desperately wild creature. Tears flowed now as she sought the pleasure her body craved so badly. She began to beg.
"Please Mistress. Please. Please!"
The Mistress laughed low, silkily, and only continued Her torture of the slave’s hot, eager entrance.
"Please what, My little slut?" The Mistress prompted her captured creature.
The slave was out of her mind with desire; ready to promise anything, do anything for the pleasure the Mistress had kindled within her.
"Please fuck me, Mistress ... Please, I'll do anything for you, please just take me...ravage me ... use me! Oh god, PLEASE!"
The Mistress allowed more of Her long fingers to be captured, and began thrusting a bit harder, though still controlling the depth of Her fingers. The slave cried out partly with renewed pleasure, and partly with even more intense need. The Mistress allowed this teasing to continue for a few moments more, then clamped Her mouth over the slave's, and suddenly thrust Her fingers into the slave's slit as far as She could. The slave all but screamed as she came close to orgasm, but the Mistress would not allow it so soon. The Mistress pulled away from the slave and pulled Her fingers out completely. The slave felt humiliation crash down upon her as the Mistress wiped the slick sign of her pleasure on a towel She appeared to have handy. The slave was unused to having the evidence of her pleasure being wiped away like dirt. Her heart sank.
The slave began to weep her frustration, and this only inflamed the Mistress's desire more. Tears seemed to fire Her lusts like nothing else. Tears of pain, tears of joy, tears like these being shed because of desire inflamed and denied. Tears, those little oceans of overflowing emotion. Ah yes, She felt Her lust grow stronger, Her own sex clenching and moistening as She thought of what she could do with the malleable flesh before Her. She knew, to the core of Her being that She could turn this little girl into a sex-crazed animal with only a little application of patience and time. But, while it might be nice to have a living fuck-doll for Herself, it would be much better to make this one into Her First slave. She thought She saw potential in this one that She had not seen in any of the others who had come to Her for training...a spark of something extra-special.
The slave looked up through her tears as the Mistress stood, and walked around her. She knelt up, thrusting her hips forward in supplication as she had been taught to do when she wanted to ask for pleasure. At this point, she didn't care if the pleasure came from this beautiful powerful woman, or from her own lowly self...she simply wanted release. So she humped at the air in front of her, spreading her thighs as far apart as she could, hoping the Mistress would want to take her, use her ... claim her.
The Mistress came back around into the slave's range of vision holding a thick gleaming black flogger in Her right hand. She was swinging it with vicious punches that forced the tips to crack through the air. The slave shivered as she felt a renewed wetness soaking her crotch at the sight of the beautiful flogger. She all but fell forward, bracing herself on her breasts, and thrusting her rear into the air, her arms wrenched painfully behind her as the chains held them back and up. She began whimpering and moving her bottom in circles and thrusts, attempting to show the Mistress that she welcomed the pain. The Mistress grinned Her pleasure, standing so that the slave could see her face. She placed the flogger on the ground, sliding the thick, round, black rubber handle into the slave's gaping mouth.
"What a gorgeous thing you are," the Mistress purred deeply at her, "such luscious flesh you have. Oh, the things I could do to you ... Mmmmmmm ... and I think I will. Now."
She pulled the ties at Her hips so that Her wrap-pants fell to the floor before Her. She then pulled at the ties holding Her tunic on at the shoulders, and let it fall to the floor as well. She watched the slave crane her neck to take in the sight of an almost-naked Mistress in front of her. She began with Her feet, eyes drawing in the shiny, soft leather of the stiletto boots She wore. The uppers gently encasing Her calves, rising softly to grace the long athletic rises and valleys of Her shapely lower thighs. From the top of the boots rose stockings, nearly an opaque black, but with deep red dragons clawing their way up to the tops. Then the garter, the straps wide and almost concealing except when She moved, and the pale flesh below peaked through. The garter straps rose to meet the belt, and below that bit of velvet was the Mistress's delta of pleasure. The sun, slashing through the room's darkness, caught up Her sex and sat sparkling on the dew caught in the dark curls there. The slave's mouth watered both from the sight before her, and from the thick rubber handle still stretching her mouth.
The salve craned her neck further, wanting to honor the Mistress by taking in the sight She had laid before her. Rising a short distance from the garter encircling Her hips, pale, firm flesh emerged, only to be consumed again by blackness. The Mistress wore a corset, specially made to fit Her, that enwrapped Her torso and held Her breasts aloft like a lover’s tender hands. Above those firm globes, Her neck, like a swan’s, graceful and lithe. The slave’s mouth and sex watered even more at this sight, her sex clenched, her clit throbbed from wanting this woman. Her hair was swept up in a braided knot, and upon Her face was a wicked, knowing smile ... Her eyes narrowed in speculation as She took in the sight before Her.
The Mistress swept Her gaze over the slave, noticing every curve, every rise and valley in the slave’s pose. She noticed Her own sex clenching and heating up as She took in the slave’s pleading for release of some kind. The Mistress smiled even more as She walked around the slave, taking in more of the bounty before Her. Her eyes searched the malleable one crouched on the floor, and thought what a pretty picture she made ... tears streaking her cheeks, her mouth stretched by an instrument of torture and pleasure. The Mistress crouched in front of the slave, Her sex only inches from the slave’s eager mouth. The slave whimpered with need. The Mistress grasped the handle of the flogger, and pulled it slowly out of the slave’s mouth, grinning with delight at the whimpers that escaped from the slave as She did so.
"So, my tasty treat," She began as She stood and moved around to the slave’s rear. "Why did you come to Me for training?" She knelt down behind the slave as She spoke, and teased the slave’s soaking hole with the dildo-shaped handle of the flogger. "Why pick Me, out of the many who are searching for their own beloved little pet?" The mistress waited for an answer as She slowly pressed the thick rubber cylinder into the slave. She pushed it in as far as She could get it, and slowly began pulling it back, listening to the slave’s mounting pleasure as She fucked her slowly. She leaned down so that Her mouth was even with the slave’s tight hole, and pushed Her tongue into the slave along side the dildo, and wiggled it around a bit, still waiting for the slave’s response.
"I ... I ... Oh, god, I ... wanted ... You ... Ohhhh, god that feels so good!" The salve moaned loudly as the Mistress’s tongue slid within her. The contrasting friction filling her with more pleasure than she thought she could feel without orgasming. "I wanted ... You ... because you can ... teach ... teach ... Ohhh, god!" Here the Mistress sped up Her ministrations, Her tongue still sliding in and out of the slave while the dildo moved in the opposite direction ... in when Her tongue pulled back, and out when Her tongue pushed in. The Mistress also reached around to circle the slave’s clit, not quite touching it yet. "Because You could teach me everything ... everything I need to know ... to be the best slave ... Oh, GOD! The best slave I can be! Oh fuck me!" This last was in response to the Mistress ramming the dildo into the slave so hard She lifted the slave a fraction from her knees.
The Mistress did not respond, but left the dildo-flogger within the slave, and stood, walking over to a chest against the wall next to them. The slave could not see behind her as she was afraid to move, but she could hear clickings, slidings, and a slight chuckle from the Mistress. Then she heard the chest close, and felt the air displaced behind her and something cool caressing her ass-hole. She shivered in anticipation as she felt more coolness being applied, and realized the Mistress was applying lube in preparation for entering this small, very tight hole. The slave squeaked.
"Is there something you want to say to Me, girl?" The Mistress inquired as She pressed the nozzle of the lube into the hole She was working on, and squeezed it into the canal that was hidden by that tight hole.
"Mistress, I have not yet been used there." The slave said with embarrassment.
"Are you telling Me that I cannot use this hole that I wish to fill?" The Mistress inquired, betraying nothing in Her voice.
"NO. No, Ma’am. I just wanted You to know. Some do not want virgin holes to be used when they receive Their property from the One who trains the property. If You do not keep me, please do not lessen my value, if I have any, by taking that hole, if a virgin hole is wanted by the One You give me to." The slave stopped here, not sure if her incoherent ramblings were understood, or if the Mistress thought she was being arrogant.
The Mistress paused in thought, and set down the tube She had just emptied into the slave. She picked something up, and the slave heard a vibrating sound, and felt the small vibrating cylinder pressed against her opening. She felt the vibrations jolt through her sex, and the feeling seemed to concentrate in her clit.
"You don’t seem to understand," the Mistress purred to the slave, "I do not plan to ever," She continued as She pressed the vibrator into the slave. The slave felt her sphincter muscle release, and felt the vibrator slide into her, pulsing against the dildo, and making that vibrate as well. "Ever, let you out of My reach." The Mistress leaned forward, Her crotch and hips pressing into the slave’s rear, pushing the dildos into the slave’s holes slightly, so that it was like the Mistress was fucking her in both holes. The Mistress thrust, and pulled away, bumping against the dildos every time She thrust, She continued to thrust against the slave, and reached down to rub her clit. The slave moaned loudly every time the dildos were moved within her, realizing that the sounds she made affected the Mistress as much as those two dildos were affecting her. The Mistress sped up the motion on the slave’s clit, and humped at her from behind, rapidly thrusting the dildos within the slave. The slave moaned louder, louder, as she was fucked, her clit rubbed fast and hard just the way she did to herself in bed at night.
"Cum for Me now, my little fuck-beast" The Mistress growled in the slave’s ear, the slave resisted at first, wanting to protest, wanting to make the Mistress cum before she was given her chance, but gave in to the delicious, powerful waves that rocketed through her. She shuddered, and then let out one final yell as she was brought over the brink. She trembled as the Mistress slowed Her rubbing, and ceased thrusting the dildos into her. The slave began to weep as she collapsed to the floor, not caring that her arms were still connected to the wall. She felt used. She felt drained, and ashamed of the wantonness that had filled her when the Mistress had posed before her. Ashamed of the powerful orgasm that had ripped all of her hard-won control away. Ashamed of what she must look like. A slave. Debased and used, her holes filled with objects of sex, her pleasure dripping out of her to pool on the floor. No longer human. A fuck-beast, just as the Mistress had said. And so she wept.
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