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SirSTRYKER -> THE OWNER and the owned by Sir Stryker (1/11/2005 4:50:45 AM)
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The Owner and the owned
By
Sir [email protected]
The sheets slide over the half awakened girl. It was a scene played out a number of times before. Always the same way. Always the same out come,,, or cum as the case may be, she mused to herself.
At 22 she still carried her self soft and firm. She knew what He liked, blondes, size five feet, oh and did I mention, blondes???
She was all of that an a three meat pizza and soft drink.
He was north of fifty. Widowed. Grizzled. Hardened. Wealthy and not necessarily in that order. He’d been a Dom for over thirty years. There had been many slaves in His service. Some have been sold, some left the lifestyle, some married and raised children. Some sought the services of other Doms.
Some, such as this succulent morsel of feminine delight, who slumbered, ever so nicely half under the shrinking sheet, had potential. He bent and roughly snatched the entire sheet to the floor. Then grabbing a large handful of her soft blonde hair, yanked and twisted her face back to meet His. Her eyes widened, as her lips flew apart. His right knee surrounded her and she twisted half on her back. A darkness overcame her as His groin and huge thighs near covered her face. The manly scent of His coarse kinky pubic hairs softly tickled her nose.
A mild purring of a gulp. The moist grip of the muscles at the back of her throat. His bulbous cock head nestling in her gullet. The quirky way the underside of her chin cliffs and gently cradles His large hairy balls. Quite useful, His long arms and fingers. Affording Him easy access to her massive, heaving breasts.
Breasts which only last night found themselves bound up as fresh sausage in a meat market window. Loops and loops of rope pulled tightly around each breast. She felt pain at first then numbness. Then there was the intense attention paid labor intensively upon her two unsuspecting nipples.
He used great skill as he slowly pushed the long sharp eight inch nipples through the first nipple. Not a trace of blood showed. The piercing was so steady, she hardly knew it had happened. It was not until He roughly gathered a handful of her other tit flesh, ropes and all, until that nipple stood as a soldier during inspection.
A second needle slid through a second nipple just a smoothly as the first.
During both piercing T/thy held tightly a kiss of the tongues. She hurt yet offered it to be so as a gift to her One. There was no spot, no space, no indentation of purpose in her, physically or otherwise, that she’d withhold from Him.
Once He’d offered her to a group of His friends. She was taken to a swank hotel room by His driver and handed a key. Suite 702. She took the elevator up dressed in a tit busting, waist hugging, ass showing, leg baring, slut red sequined dress with no stockings and a pair of six inch fuck me red heels. The slut’s slut!
Five black men, associates of sorts of His all paid two thousand dollars each to spend an evening with this vixen.
“The bitch They couldn’t tame,” one of them whispered. She heard him. Then she felt him slap her mouth hard with a back hand sending her sprawling on the bed.
Handcuffs then found her writs as she was hooked to the bed frame on her stomach. Her fancy dress now sliced to slithers by One of their flashy knifes. She was naked. Even her heels had been snatched off.
A belt doubled over landed atop her ass.
“Slap!’ the sound echoed in the room.
“Ouch!, cried the girl as her ass bounced under the pain.
“Slap,” once, “Slap slap,” twice, then, “Slap, slap, S L A P!!!” thrice the black leather weapon danced the breath of the cuffed slave girls ass.
She squinted her eyes shut. Tears sank into her pillow which also muffled her groans. Sounds without utterance some spoken to God or a Higher Power. What came from the depths of this littleone, had only to do with pleasing Him, at any cost, at any price, it simply just had to be so. It was what made her complete.
At His bidding, from His velvet throne, He watch one fellow kneel between the girls white thighs and spread her ass hole apart for A/all to see. Another fellow even came close with the use of a flashlight with which better to see the girls where with all, as it were. This was very much to the delight of the Doms, and even one or two other slave girls as well I might add.
Well, the large man prone Himself directly overtop of the girl. His muscled, massive shoulders hoisting her ankles around His thick neck. Her up turned ass hole spread wide, inspected, and about to be accepted.
“AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH,” she shrieked, as His hard dry cock ripped into her bruised ass hole.
She was impaled and in prison on that violent intruder. In her defense, her pussy juices began to develop, but did little to coat that monster cock inside her. She just knew she’d be split in two. And somehow, from somewhere, in her happy place, she began to relax. The sweet moment of the intent to surrender. Ahh, that feeling is nearly as the one of the chase, rather than the actual catch sometimes.
The man paid little attention to sentiment. All He knew was this young 20 something slut was about to get a soaking from His cock. A paint job for her asshole. Some tailbone lubricant. That’s all He knew. In a short time He was not disappointed. She felt the warm sticky overflow slide in bulges down her left thigh and puddle on the sheet.
The next Man turned her over on her stomach and used a cane on her back and shoulders. He would flex and swish the cane high in the air, then let it land precisely where He’d intended it to.
Perhaps to underline an errant mole on a slaves back? At times to accent a cluster of those sublime tender freckles! Ahh the fair skinned ones do bruise and mark so nicely when well handled.
There is an art to what the old timers called, “mule skinning,” That was part true and part myth. Only I’d sure hate to be the one on the loosing end of that argument. This girl had done just that.
The last Man was a whip master. He had already snapped four of her unsuspecting toes, just hard enough to cause her knuckles to crack and startle the girl. She sprung her stinging toes up under her ass, only to feel the dance of the whip land on both knees. Out shoot her legs and pain settles in on the backs of her calf’s. It’s a lose, lose situation. She’s loosing. It’s whip 1 = girl 0.
Then came El Sid del la Mario of Spain. He was black to anyone who saw Him, at least until He opened His mouth. Then He was most definitely Spanish. That undeniable accent was a dead giveaway. His naked cock was trademark black through and through though. Genetics? Go Figure.
This guy stood at her face. Snatched her hair in front of her and pinched her cheeks together. She fished out her lips and His large dripping head oozed pre cum over her lip gloss. She licked her lips and half smiled as His massive cock head mashed over her thin painted lips. His large hands held the back of her head like a basketball. Both hands gripping tightly and moving the ball around. Her jaw poked out each time His cock head would poke the insides of her mouth. She sort of resembled a kid with a piece of stick candy. Until her eyes glassed over as His cum shot deep behind her tongue. It splattered down her throat, near gagging her. And some of it spilled out both ends of her lips in small trickles.
He grunted and groaned His ending, then used a handful of her long blonde hair to wipe the excess cum and her saliva off His cock. With a disgusted snort He zipped up His trousers and left.
The remaining Men followed suit. Soon only the slut girl and He were there now. T/they both loved these times for different reasons, yet love them T/they did just the same.
Standing from His throne from whence He’d observed the assault, He began to disrobe. He was meticulous in His dress. Each item had a proper place. Blindfolded He could dress either for a ball game or an opera. Taking His good old time also served to create anticipation in the girl. It excited her and served as an aphrodisiac, a prelude to His once more allowing her a constellation of sensual pleasure.
Selecting a riding crop, He found spots which the Whip Master had neglected. She screamed as the flat of the crop landed behind her knees. Both of them received the pain at once. He legs jerked upward and her soles gained His attention. The constant slapping of the crop relentlessly struck her thighs, ass, backs of here legs, ankles, heels, toes, soles, ribs, shoulders, the back of the neck. He used the crop to make a repeating awesome semi automatic weapon sound. Mixed with her cries of pain, the room could have been a scene from a George Orwell movie. His large arm swung like a windmill. The sweat poured from His face and brow. The girl twisted and rolled in the pangs of pain, both enduring and relishing in it. Her cries of the constant pain were betrayed by the flooding her pussy caused the sheets.
After sufficiently cropping the girl He unruffled her. Rough hands turned her on her back. She stared up into His dark brown eyes. A less than accepting expression fell over His face. She could feel the pressure of His knees parting her weakened thighs. A suck in of air from the girl. A brief hint of fresh cool air danced across the faint golden hairs on her thighs. Then the weight of 225 pounds slammed down upon her small frame. It caused air to escape her lungs, and it forced her tight pussy to accept His rather long, thick and damaging cock head and shaft.
He ripped at the skin of her well beaten back with His nails. This caused to both hurt and excite her. The lovely non verbal sounds she’d occasionally whimper and moan all served to fuel His passion fire. He thrust her legs upwards and draped her ankles over His shoulders. His strong hands and nimble fingers dug into her shoulders pinning her to the bed.
As He actually punished her with that massive cock, He enjoyed how His friends had abused the bitch. He knew she would never disappoint Him. He had her the center of several BDSM scenes with men, and women. Each time her true masochistic nature excelled and gained a larger prize and financial compensation.
What started as a business arrangement, since the time He’d bought the slave on the white market in Europe, had now flourished into a money making scheme for their Both mutual benefit. He, a well paid and very connected member of the sadistic dark 10 percent of those of the total sexual population. That rare denomination of men and women who take a more than passive role in inflicting great bodily pain upon willing subjects. Some pain included electric play, some whips, canes, belts, paddles, bare hand spanking. Sadism also employs racks, suspension, body wrap with plastic sheeting, candle burning, needle piercing, hot coal walking, foot binding, breast binding, kennels, cages, chains, rulers, cat o nine tails, and things that weren’t exactly created for the use on a human body.
Unless the body belonged to one such as her. She was a natural masochist. She never seemed to get enough. Her unspoken battle cry was, ‘you can’t hurt me,’ She’d once employed a gerbil for His amusement. It was a short lived yet erotic experience she remembers still fondly. There was nothing she could refuse Him. He not only bought her, but He owned her. Another may have sold Him her slave body, but she herself, made a gift of her being to Him.
Laying there now on her back accepting Powerful thrusting in her pain racked body…she knew that somehow today was beginning as an extension of yesterday, and a fore runner of tomorrow. The simplicity of life can be blissful. She flooded her bed once more with her slave cum, as He filled her pussy to capacity and beyond with His hot sticky sperm.
Life for these T/two worked, for a very, very long time.
Cradling her in His strong left arm, He rolled off his slave and laid beside her and the T/two drifted of to a restful sleep, as Owner and the owned.
The End
By
Sir [email protected]
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