Author's Note: This is the first part of the story. If there's interest in future installments, I'll keep posting. I welcome feedback and ideas of what may be done to Shadow


Part 1

Sir was taking the whole slave idea to the literal definition. I was in sky-high, platform stripper heels, faux leather micro mini skirt, tightly cinched corset and to top it off, black, lacy crotchless panties. Along with leather cuffs and collar, all locked on, with a chain hobbling my ankles and chains connecting my wrists to my collar, just long enough my hands could almost reach my bellybutton. That way I couldn't touch myself. And while wearing all of this, he had me cleaning his house. That is, when I wasn't tied up, servicing him and/or his friends, or put in some position to be frustrated or in the cage.

At the moment I was cleaning the kitchen and putting away the dishes, with a plug in my butt too. With the corset, to reach low drawers I had to either squat down, which was difficult with only about a foot of chain between my ankles, or I had to bend over. And with the skirt barely even covering my ass, bending over displayed my pussy through my crotchless panties, making it accessible to be fingered, slapped, or otherwise leered at and abused. Which Sir did.

So as I was leaning to wipe down the table, Sir bent me over it and rammed his hard cock into my pussy. I couldn't help but let out a small grunt when he did. He grabbed my long, dark hair that was in a ponytail, conveniently located at the crown of my head, and pulled my head up.

"Open." He barked. I opened my mouth and he shoved a gag in. As he ground his hips against my ass, he settled the ring of the gag behind my teeth and adjusted the straps of the head harness. He pulled the straps tight, then a bit tighter before buckling them. Then I heard the click of the lock. I learned early on that when something was locked on, it was going to be on for quite some time. The cuffs had been locked on roughly thirty-some hours ago. And the last gag, a panel gag with a small penis, had been locked on all night. So I wasn't sure what else Sir had planned for my open, accessible mouth.

Sir started out slowly pulling out and pushing in, moaning as he did. I had to admit, it did feel kind of good. As he picked up the pace, he grabbed my hair again. I started drooling more and quietly moaning. As he started pounding harder he pulled on my hair, grunting and pushing my hips painfully against the table. I wanted to cum. Finally he came. When he was done, he let go of my ponytail and pulled out of me with a wet, sucking noise.

"You liked that." He stated. "That's my whore." He chuckled. I felt humiliated as I drooled from mouth and pussy. I did like that, and him humiliating me. He grabbed my ponytail and stood me up. I could feel the panties wet with my juices and cool against my pussy. "Squat down." I spread my feet as far as the chain between my ankles would allow and squatted down as he pushed on the top of my head. He stopped when I was eye level with his cock. I watched him pull the condom off. "Clean it off." I used my hands to position his flaccid member in my mouth and used my tongue to lick him through the ring gag. I reminded myself again that this was all for charity.

What I mean by that is I would, I guess you would call it free-lance, for an adult fantasy company. Adult Fantasy Inc. would make your adult fantasies come true for a fee. Or if you agreed to let them video and live stream your fantasy, and sell the videos later on, your fantasy would be free. And if the videos made more than the price of your fantasy, you could make a little on the back end of things. And there were other things that could help make money, but that's for another story. But that is how I got into this. I let them video and stream my fantasy, and I seemed to become a little of a fan favorite. Every year AFI holds a charity auction and donates the proceeds to different organizations-through a shell company. I agreed to let myself be auctioned to someone to fulfill their fantasy.

The term was to be thirty-six hours and the buyer was carefully screened so his fantasy was in line with what I would be willing to do within my hard limits and there were other safeties in place. But this was also a little of a fantasy of mine. To be auctioned off as though I were property to be used and bartered. And held not entirely willingly.

It started out with the auction. I was lead out barefoot, in a chastity belt and half-cup bra, my ankles were shackled with the chain between them connected to my wrists that were cuffed behind my back. I had a leather half hood on so I could see, but I couldn't hear hardly at all since I had ear plugs in under the hood. To complete it I had a large ring gag locked on too. I was lead onto the stage by a leash attached to the posture collar around my neck. My feet were released from the chain and anchored to the stage floor about 3 feet apart and the buyers were allowed to come up and inspect me. Before the first person even came up to inspect me, my nipples were hard and I was wet. Men and women both came up and had two minutes to poke and fondle me. My butt was rubbed, my boobs were grabbed, squeezed, and rubbed, trying to determine if they were real. My 38D's are completely real. My nipples were pinched and pulled, and many fingers tried to get under the chastity belt only to settle on being put into my mouth so they could act like they were checking my oral hygiene. I could tell people were talking while they were inspecting me, but I couldn't make out anything they were saying, and I could tell when they were laughing. I felt like chattel.

When the auction began, I couldn't tell how much was being bid, only that there was bidding going on. For all I knew the buyers were upping eachother by a penny at a time. There were a couple of times the whole crowd laughed in unison after the auctioneer gestured to me. Then my bra was taken off and I saw the crowd laugh again. If I could have hung my head in humiliation I would have. As it was, the posture collar forced me to look forward at the crowd of bidders. The humiliation adding to my arousal. Finally it was over. A man was slapped on the back by the people around him, which indicated to me he was the winner of this auction. I now belonged to him.

I felt my ankles released and reattached to the hobble chain, and the chain going to my wrist cuffs shortened, taking up slack in the hobble chain and shortening my steps even more. I was lead off stage and to a small room the size of a coat closet. My leash was connected to an eye bolt in the far wall, holding me pressed up against it and my ankles were hooked together. Then my handler left, closing the door, leaving me in the dim light of the closet, drooling. I started rubbing my hard nipples against the textured wall as much as I could with the limited amount of movement I was afforded, as I pressed my hips against the wall. I knew there was no way I could get off, especially wearing a chastity belt, but my body still insisted I try.

I don't know how long I'd been in the closet, but it was a little while after I had given up trying to ease my arousal when I felt a hand at my ankles. Then the hand unclipped my leash from the wall. The person was talking, but all I heard was muffled fuzz as I was lead out of the closet and down a hall way. I was taken into a room and my feet were anchored to the floor before my posture collar, ring gag and hood were removed. The ear plugs stayed in and a full face, sensory deprivation hood with gag was put on me and buckled tight. I could feel the weight of the locks that were added. Even if I had my hands free, it wasn't coming off. The posture collar was then added and locked back on too. I felt something attached to the front of the collar and realized it was lead keeping me from swaying and falling over. My wrists were released and my hands were moved to make me feel that the hood and collar were indeed locked on. A reality check of sorts. My hands were then lowered and held away from my sides as mitts that folded my fingers around my thumbs were put on and then buckled securely around my wrists and locked on. A short chain connected my wrists. Knee panels were strapped on my legs and my ankles were released from the anchors in the floor. I was pushed to my hands and knees and I was tugged along by a leash attached to my collar, making me crawl. I don't know if it would have been more humiliating if I'd been able to see or hear.

I ended up getting pushed down and shimmied into a cage for transport. As I felt the vehicle driving down the road, I started getting aroused again thinking about what the next day and a half would hold. Finally we arrived at our destination. I felt something being attached to my collar, then some rough pulling on it. I shimmied out of the cage as fast as I could and was pulled along as fast as my chained wrists and ankles would allow.

I was pulled to my feet and my leash was attached to something, keeping me standing. Leather bands were buckled above my elbows, above my knees and high up on my thighs. My wrists were released and my hands were pulled behind my back and attached to my opposite elbows, right to left and left to right elbow. It strained my shoulders and pushed my breasts out. Which my new "owner" took advantage of, painfully squeezing my breasts, pinching, twisting and pulling on my nipples. I couldn't help but moan in pain and pleasure. He gave my nipples one last hard pinch before he released my ankles and reattached them to a 3 foot spreader bar. I felt tugging on the chastity belt then it seemed to fall away. The air felt cool on my wet pussy.

I felt a hand lightly brush along my thigh, up towards my pussy, then back down the other. Then up again to rub circles above my pussy, making me moan and push my hips out as much as I could, which wasn't much, then the hand brushed down my thigh again. I felt the leash attached to my posture collar start pulling up, making me try to stand on my tip toes, but the spreader bar was anchored so I couldn't. My body was pulled taught.

A finger started lightly rubbing my clit, making me moan and shiver as I tried to arch my back to give the finger better access. The rubbing became firmer and harder right before my clit was pinched. I tried to scream and buck but I was held tight. I could feel my pussy drool dripping down my legs as I was on the verge of orgasm. A finger was slammed into my pussy, making me grunt then moan as it started pumping in and out of me. Then another finger joined the first. They were roughly pumping in and out, faster and faster, bringing me closer to orgasm. When I thought I was about to explode in a huge orgasm, the fingers left. My pussy felt empty, cold and wet, and totally unsatisfied. I tried to yell my displeasure, but my voice was absorbed by the hood.

My ankles were released and attached together and the leash was disconnected from my collar, allowing me collapse to the floor. I was pulled to my knees and a rope was tied around my forearms then to my ankles, ensuring I would stay on my knees. The collar was removed, then I felt the locks being taken off the hood and it was removed with the ear plugs and gag too. I moved my jaw around as I slowly tried to open my eyes and adjust to the light, but I knew not to say anything. I got my eyes opened, but looked at the floor.

"Look at me." He ordered. I looked up.

He was about fifty, soft in the middle and just starting to put on weight. His hair was light and thinning and he looked like someone who would have been picked on in school.

"I own you. You will address me as sir. You will do what and who I say. And I will do whatever I want to you. Your body belongs to me to do with as I see fit. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." I answered.

"Very good. Open your mouth." I complied immediately. He took a ring gag and put it in my mouth, seating the ring as far back as he could and buckled it tightly. He pulled his zipper down and pulled his hard cock out. "Suck me off."

I leaned forward as far as I could and used my tongue to lure his penis into my mouth and through the ring. I used my tongue to then rub the shaft and tease the head. I slowly moved my head back and forth, rubbing with my tongue.

"Look at me when you suck me." Sir ordered. I usually closed my eyes after I got a cock in my mouth. "You look up at who you're sucking off."

"Eh er." I tried to answer, looking up at him as I continued to work his cock with my tongue.

"Oh yeah." Sir closed his eyes for a moment as I moved my head back and forth and rubbed my tongue around. All of a sudden he grabbed my head and started deeply and roughly fucking my mouth. It took me a moment to get my breathing down and not choke. I could tell he was getting close to cumming as he fucked my mouth faster and faster. Then he pushed down my throat as far as he could and came. Between my choking and trying to swallow, my throat muscles milked him and stimulated him into coming longer. "Uhhhh." He groaned, relieved, pulling out enough for me to breathe. "Clean me off."

I cleaned Sir off while trying not to feel nauseous. He pulled the rest of the way out of my mouth and wiped his cock off on my face. I felt totally used and degraded.

"You're not entirely a worthless whore." Sir told me. I felt a little better. Some drool made its way down my chin and dripped onto my chest. I hung my head as I continued to drool. "You will learn to keep your head up." Sir said, walking around behind me. I was afraid of what he was going to do. He grabbed my long pony tail I had high on my head and jerked my head up. I felt another posture collar, one higher and going lower in front and back and designed to hold my head with no wiggle room put around my neck and the three buckles buckled. I heard the click of three locks too. My head was completely immobile. Sir untied the rope keeping me kneeling and stood me up, connecting the chain from the ceiling to the collar. He walked around behind me and I heard him getting things.

After a few minutes I felt one of the cuffs being removed from my ankle. My foot was lifted and put into a shoe. The high heel shoe was buckled on and I heard a lock click and felt the lock rest against my ankle. Then a leather cuff was locked on and the same done to my other foot. Sir had me then step into a bustier and pulled it up and tightened it a little. He came around the front and pinched my nipples, making them hard and used something to pull them through little holes that cinched down on them, holding them in the holes. Sir stepped behind me and I felt the bustier being cinched tight. I could barely breathe.

I didn't know what to expect next, but it wasn't the sting of a leather belt across my ass. I heard him chuckle at my flinch. I couldn't see him as he used his belt to lash my ass a couple more times then down on the back of my thighs. I was trying to think of what I did to warrant the belt.

Sir spread my legs and anchored them to the floor again, then removed the chain from my collar and bent me over at the waist and attached another chain to my collar then to the floor, keeping me bent over. Sir went around behind me and I felt something rubbing around my pussy. It then moved up as my ass cheeks were spread and the it pushed up against my ass hole. Sir started pushing it against my hole, using my pussy juices as lube. Sir slapped my painful ass cheek and the plug started pushing into my hole then my muscles closed around the stem of it. Sir pushed and pulled on it a few times, as though to make sure it was seated. It made me groan and a string of drool hung from my mouth to the floor. As a dildo was pushed into my pussy, I let out a moan. Sir stood me back up and the chastity belt was locked back on, locking the plug and dildo in me. Sir put a short skirt on me, put my leash back on and let it hang between my breasts for the moment as he released my ankles and connected a short chain between them.

Sir took my leash and led me to a corner where there was a full length mirror. "Look at yourself. My whore."

I looked. The shoes were high-heel hooker red platforms, the skirt barely covered my chastity belt captive pussy. The bustier looked like two hands were holding my boobs with the fingers pinching my hard nipples that were poking out through the holes and held there while it looked like the rest of my boobs were going to pop out the top. The shiny black posture collar sat low on my chest and pushed up around my chin and just under my ears as it sat on my shoulders, holding my head up and forward with my mouth held wide open with the ring gag. And my long hair in a ponytail on the top of my head. Sir then stepped in front of me and put lip stick on me that matched the red of my hooker shoes.

Sir pulled on my leash and led me out of his dungeon room and into his house. As we crossed the room, out of the corner of my eyes I saw a cage, a spanking bench, and other things I couldn't put a name on while I tried to keep my balance walking. "Come on whore. I've got guests coming over and you're the entertainment."

The movements of the plug and dildo in me while I walked made me wonder if that was going to be such a bad thing

Part 2 (added: 2016/03/09)

I finished cleaning Sir off, (he had me wipe his cock on my face) and I carefully tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up.

"I saw you look at the clock when you thought I had my eyes closed." Sir stated. It was true. I was thinking it was about time for AFI to come get me. "Nobody's coming. Like I told you, I own you." He saw the panic in my eyes and laughed. He leaned down and hooked a regular pet leash to my collar, then started to walk towards the door to his dungeon. Still stunned, I hesitated long enough to just about get pulled off my feet, but I got my footing and followed him.

I couldn't believe it. There was no way I was sold outright. I had signed a contract. But at the moment, none of that mattered as Sir led me to the small cage, the one that was just big enough for me to crouch-crawl into and turn around in, and had me get in. But not before he locked my hands in the mittens that rendered my hands useless. He unclasped my leash and then used it to lock the cage door. He gave a chuckle as he turned and left, turning out all but one dim light. I could just make out the bigger cage and wished I was in there instead.

With my hands in the mitts, I couldn't unlock my cage door or tend to my needy pussy. The fact that I had a plug filling my ass just seemed to make my empty pussy and open mouth harder to ignore. I felt a glob of drool roll out of my mouth and hang from my chin. I tried to curl up and see if I could use one of the mitts to put enough pressure on my clit to get some relief, but the corset and the top of the cage kept me from curling up and the chains from my wrist cuffs to my collar were too short. I was out of luck.

I tried to take as deep of a breath as my corset would allow and let it out. Because of the way I was kneeling, taking that breath pushed my breasts a little further out the top of the corset and now my nipples were looking over the top like Kilroy. And every time I would breathe, they would rub against the top and add to my sexual frustration. I laid on my side and closed my eyes, hoping that the next time I opened them this all would have been a dream.

The light coming on woke me up. There was drool hanging out of my mouth heading towards a pool under my mouth and my jaw was sore. Sir came over and unlocked my cage.

"Come on whore." He clipped the leash to my collar and pulled as I made my way out of the cage. "You've got work to do."

Sir took me over to a post and attached my leash to it. He removed my hands from the chain connected to my collar and clipped them behind my back and removed the ring gag. He took a moment to flick, pinch, pull and torment my poor nipples and used them to pull my breasts further up and over the top of the corset as I made some quiet noises. Sir chuckled as he finished with my boobs and walked away to somewhere behind me. I would have turned my head to watch him, but it was none of my business what he was doing. That was made clear shortly after I had arrived. I had turned to see what he was doing, so Sir put me in a hood to take away my sight. I was then strictly secured to a spanking bench where I was flogged on my butt, back and bare pussy as I was fucked by a machine to almost cumming and kept on that edge for I don't know how long. I didn't want to go there again.

Sir came back over behind me and reached under what passed as my skirt and yanked my panties up into my pussy. I felt him take some scissors and cut the little straps at the hips then slowly drag them through my pussy lips until they were free. After he did something with my panties and the scissors he came back, reached under my skirt again, grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and began to roughly squeeze them. A couple of his fingers made their way to between my butt cheeks and pulled the plug out of my ass. I was both relieved and disappointed at the vacancy. But his fingers in my pussy, pushing in and out distracted me from my empty ass hole.

I felt something instead of Sir's fingers sliding into my pussy then something start making its way into my ass at the same time. When the plug seated into my ass hole, it held the attached dildo into my pussy. It was small enough that it teased my pussy with its presence and continued keeping me frustrated. Since I had arrived (yesterday?) I had not been allowed an orgasm. Only to get to the point but not given permission to cum. The one time I did beg permission, I was informed that I would be told when I could beg for permission and if I did again I'd be punished severely. I didn't want to know what that would entail. My frustration increased when the plugs started vibrating gently.

Sir took my skirt off, and used it to smack me across my ass. I don't know why except that I'm his property to do with as he sees fit. He reached around and began torturing my nipples and squeezing my boobs again while rubbing his hard cock trapped in his trousers against my bound hands. I tried using the mitts my hands were in to rub him more.

He stepped around, unclipped my leash and pulled me to my knees. He freed his cock from his pants and grabbed my head. I opened my mouth and he rammed his hard on into my mouth. I tried to use my tongue and move my head around as I sucked on him, but he had other ideas as he harshly face fucked me. As he his rhythm increased, so did his force and his balls smacked me on the chin repeatedly. With the vibrations in my pussy and ass, I thought I was going to have no choice but to cum. Sir came first, ramming his cock down my throat and letting my gag reflex stimulate him a little more as he pushed my face into his crotch.

I was trying to swallow, which was prolonging his orgasm as my muscles and tongue rubbed against his shaft, while trying to get some air. I was starting to see stars when he finally pushed me to the floor. I coughed as he pulled me back to my knees by my leash.

"Clean me off." Sir ordered. I leaned forward and tried to use my tongue to get his flaccid penis into my mouth so I could finish my job. "That's a good whore." He told me. I like it when he praises his whore.

When I was done, he wiped his cock on my face (Sir likes to do that), put himself away and pulled me to my feet and clipped my leash back to the post. He rubbed my ass before finally releasing me from my corset. Sir turned me around and began rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. They were already hard to begin with and I didn't think they could get any harder as he twisted and pulled on them. Then he took one in his mouth and began to suck on it and used his teeth to tug on it. Not thinking, I moaned as my head went back and I pushed my chest out. He quit and walked off, leaving me frustrated more.

Sir locked on the head harness ring gag on again before I felt the lock at the back of my collar fiddled with then my collar coming off. It was replaced with a strict posture collar. My head had no wiggle room as he secured it snugly around my neck and locked all the buckles, then reattached my leash to the front of it. Sir came back around to the front of me and resumed his ministrations on my nipples. When he got them so hard they almost hurt, he put a set of clamps on them that had little bells. He flicked the bells a few times, making the clamps tug at my nipples. He readjusted the placement of the clamps, to my growing frustration, then tightened them a little more. Sir flicked the bells a couple more times each then knelt down outside of my field of view.

I felt Sir pinch, twist and pull on my clit then something snug attach to it. Something then clamped down on my hood and pinched down until it was painful. It stayed hanging onto my hood and when it got moved around, I felt the gentle clamp on my clit move too, making me think they were connected. I felt it get flicked and heard a bell. I realized I had bells on my nipples and my clit.

My shoes were taken off, much to the relief of my feet, only to be replaced with a pair that weren't quite ballet boots, but very close and little locks were added. I had to concentrate to keep my balance. I felt something being belted around my waist and my clit bell was flicked and chimed again. The tugging on my clit and the vibrations in my pussy was keeping me soaking wet. I wondered if Sir flicked the bell again if my pussy would drool like Pavlov's dog.

Sir then put a leather harness on my chest, tightening the straps at the base of my breasts, making them stand out, more sensitive and my nipples almost painful. When Sir flicked the bells on my nipples, I almost couldn't take the mix of pleasure and pain. I felt a little more weight tugging on my nipples and heard another tone of bell. Sir had added a second bell to each nipple. Then he added another to my clit. All the bells chimed when I flinched when the vibe in my pussy and ass turned up a notch. I couldn't help but move my hips, causing my bells to ring and humiliate me. Which added to my arousal. The vibe was turned back down, leaving me more frustrated.

My hands were released from the mitts then unclipped and a shirt was pulled up and onto my shoulders before my hands were clipped back together. A strap was buckled and locked above each of my elbows and my elbows were pulled towards eachother. I started making noises as it got painful, then it stopped and my elbows were held painfully in place. Sir wandered off then came around in front of me.

"Stick out your tongue." Sir ordered. I did. When I felt something metal touch it I reflexively pulled it back in. Sir grabbed one of my boobs and squeezed hard. "Stick out your tongue and leave it there." I stuck it out as far as I could in hopes to appease Sir. I felt a metal bar on the top and bottom of my tongue and it began to pinch. I felt a little tugging and a little more pinching on the tip and then some weight pulling down. Sir stepped back and I tried to pull my tongue back, but something was holding it out. I tried a couple more times with no success, but I did hear another bell when my tongue abruptly stopped. Sir tied the shirt at my waist and took my leash and led me to the full length mirror, tottling along in my extreme shoes with my bells ringing like a Christmas reindeer.

I had two small pieces of material hooked to the belt around my waist passing as a skirt and the shirt I had on was completely sheer, and showing off the bells hanging from my nipples and giving them just enough room to jingle when I tried to walk, even though my nipples were pushing against the material. The posture collar came down low onto my chest and ending in a point just above my cleavage, the top of it cradling my chin and jaw, thus preventing any head movement. There were two horizontal bars pinching my tongue that were too long to retract through my ring gag, keeping my tongue out with another bell hanging from a clamp attached tightly to the tip of my tongue.

Sir knelt down in front of me and fiddled under my skirt. He added another bell to my clit and a total of six clamps, three on each side of my pussy lips, all with bells too. When he stood away, I could see part of a bell hanging below the skirt. If I could have hung my head in shame, I would have as Sir took the vibe out of my pussy and ass.

"Come along whore. " Sir tugged on my leash, making me have to work to keep my balance as I tried to catch up. If I sounded like a Christmas reindeer before, with all the bells I now had I sounded like a herd of drunken reindeer.

He parked me by the front door, securing my leash to a hook nearby. Not like I could go far with the hobble chain between my ankles and the shoes I could barely walk in. Sir removed the short hobble chain and replaced it with a wide spreader bar, further complicating my ability to keep my balance. Sir attached something to my collar then walked off, saying nothing.

I expected Sir to come back after a few minutes, but he didn't. I heard the doorknob turning and looked to my left to see the door out of the corner of my eye. To my horror the door opened, and anyone walking by would be able to see me. A man and a woman came in, shutting the door behind them, to my relief. They were dressed casually but smartly with her in a short skirt and blouse and him in khakis and casual shirt.

"Oh look." The woman exclaimed, coming over to me. "There's a note." She began to read out loud. "'Please feel free to handle the merchandise and ring the bells to announce your arrival.' How thoughtful." She grabbed my boobs through my sheer shirt and squeezed and jiggled them, ringing my nipple bells. She let them go and flicked the bell hanging from my tongue. "I like this touch." She commented as the man was lifting up my skirt to play with my bells down there and push his finger in and out of my pussy a few times, ringing those bells. The only thing that could have been more humiliating would have been bells hanging out of my ass.

"Dave, Gretchen," Sir greeted, walking in. "So good of you to make it." He went to Gretchen and kissed her on each cheek, and shook Dave's hand.

"I like this." Gretchen commented, flicking the bell hanging from my tongue once more.

"I'm going to get piercings done in the next few days." He told her. My eyes went wide. I didn't agree to piercings. I tried to pull my tongue in again, but all I succeeded in doing was ringing the bell.

"I'm guessing it didn't know about that." Dave smiled at my reaction.

"You know how it is. It's my property. My whore doesn't have a say." Sir told him.

"I'm right there with ya." Dave clapped him on the shoulder, then they followed Sir out of the room.

As I was trying to wrap my brain around my getting piercings I hadn't agreed to, the door opened again and a man walked in with another man following him. The first man was dressed in dark jeans with a white button up shirt untucked with the top few buttons undone and sleeves rolled up. The second man was good looking, dressed similarly with the exception that he was wearing a dark shirt and he also was wearing a black ball gag and collar with the matching leather lead being held by the first man. He had no other restraints that I could see and seemed perfectly alright with the arrangement.

The Dom came up to me and read the note. He handed the lead to his sub, who it was attached to, and began to maul my boobs and shake them aggressively to make the bells ring. When he was done, he noticed the bell hanging just low enough to peek out from under my skirt and lifted my skirt. He flicked those bells too. My pussy was getting so wet from all the handling, I could feel my juices on my thighs. I looked at his sub, just standing there holding onto his lead, with his eyes looking me over.

"Look," He addressed his sub, who bent over to look at my pussy too. "It's getting soaking wet. Truly a whore." They both stood up. "Go ahead, see what you think."

Sub handed his lead back to his dom, took my boobs in his hands and began squeezing them and pinching my nipples just behind the clamps. He shook them a few times, jangling the bells then put his hands under my skirt and grabbed my ass, working his fingers around my ass hole and pussy. He put fingers in each and began pushing them in and out. I couldn't help but moan and drool. He kept at a speed guaranteed to frustrate but offer no relief.

"Stan, hello." I heard Sir's voice. "And you brought Cal, good."

Cal just kept looking at me as his fingers kept working in and out of my holes, gently chiming my bells as Sir and Stan talked, ignoring us both. A gentle tug on Cal's lead as Stan turned to go and Cal's fingers abruptly pulled out of my holes and he followed Stan as Stan was telling Sir, "I'm thinking of buying Cal a pet." As they walked away an odd thought drifted through my mind that I was glad Sir had forced enemas earlier in the day.

The fondling and bell ringing continued through five more people. My feet were killing me, my shoulders were beyond sore, my boobs were sore but still wanting attention, and my pussy was begging for relief in the form of an orgasm. But I knew my situation wasn't going to change in the immediate future. Then Sir and his guests walked back in. I figured that meant all of Sir's guests had arrived. Sir unhooked my leash from the wall and pulled down, telling me to bend over. With no other choice, I did. He wrapped my leash around the spreader bar between my ankles, keeping me bent over.

The back flap of my skirt was unnecessarily flipped up and I felt a plug rub around my pussy then push against my ass hole. It finally popped in and I felt a little tug as I heard a bell ring. Someone else seemed to realize there was one more place for a bell. Sir stood me up as a guest held up a small mirror so I could see the medium sized bell that was hanging from the plug in my ass swing below the hem of my skirt. They all laughed. Sir swapped the spreader bar for the hobble chain and led me by my leash out of the room with the chiming bell hanging from my ass hole swinging and bouncing against my thighs. The ringing bells seemed to celebrate my complete humiliation.

Sir led his guests through a tour of his back patio, shed/auxiliary dungeon, house dungeon and then back to the dining room. All with my bells providing traveling music.

"Oh, I wanted to ask you something about a piece in your shed dungeon." Gretchen said with a gleam in her eye.

"O.K. Let's go back out there so I know which piece you're referring to." Sir headed back out that way with me jangling in tow with his guests.

My shirt was opened and tied behind me, exposing my breasts and I was bent over an A-frame, with my ass facing the door and just hanging off one end, straddling it so I had a breast and its bells on each side of the A and my ankles were strapped to the legs. With the posture collar just reaching the other end, I was forced to look at the ground as it was clipped to the frame. More straps over my back and hips secured me to the frame. Once again my skirt was unnecessarily flipped up, exposing my ass so it could be strapped. Each blow rang bells as I flinched and my pussy continued to juice. I felt some tugging on the plug in my ass, but it didn't get removed. I figured out that the bell had been unhooked from it. Then I felt a hard cock thrust into my soaking wet pussy. Whoever it was ground their hips against my sore ass before slowly pulling almost all the way out. This slow rhythm continued for a few thrusts as drool was dripping off of the swinging bell hanging from my tongue, slowly forming a puddle. Then the thrusting became more enthusiastic, ringing bells and making the clamps on my nipples and pussy pull and tug. Finally he rammed into me hard and came. I wanted to cum so bad as another hard cock rammed into me and began its own erratic rhythm.

I was fucked a number of times, my moaning lost in the jangle of bells. I think Gretchen even got in a time or two with a strap-on.

"Shall we go in for dinner?" Sir proposed. There was a round of agreement.

I thought I was going to get released and paraded back across the sizable yard to the house. But that was not to be the case. I felt a dildo put into my pussy. The tip started to quiver and twitch, starting and stopping at random intervals as a firm ring ran the length, mimicking a cock head pushing in and out. I started to moan and try to move my hips. I felt the straps across my hips and back tighten down, and a couple more added, keeping me from moving. More straps went around my thighs and calves, holding me firm against the frame. I wasn't going anywhere. Everyone took a turn at smacking me on the ass on their way out. I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or yell my frustration as I continued to drool and get taken to the edge of orgasm, only to be left wanting.

I wasn't too long before I heard someone come in. I could see his shoes as he stood by my head. He released the bars that were holding my tongue out, but left the bell. I felt gentle tugging on the harness of my ring gag and it was removed. I worked my jaw as much as I could with my tongue still hanging out. The clip on the end of my tongue was used to pull my tongue out painfully far and held there as the bars were replaced on the top and bottom and tightened down. Now I could close my mouth most of the way, but my tongue was going nowhere.

He used his hands to rub my body and gently massage and play with my boobs. The fucking machine sped up and I couldn't help myself as my bells announced my huge orgasm. I heard a throaty hum as his hands continued to tease and torment my body as the machine continued to diligently fuck me. I began to quiver and pull against the straps holding me down as I approached another mind blowing, bell ringing orgasm. As I came again, the fucking machine was pulled out of my pussy and replaced with a hard cock. When that orgasm subsided, he began fucking me. I thought my mind was going to turn outside in from over stimulation. He kept fucking me as I came again, my bells chiming in celebration.

He continued ramming into me, bringing me to one more orgasm as he came in me. With his cock still in me, he leaned over onto me and began fondling and playing with my boobs. With a final shake of my nipple bells, he stood up and pulled out of me. He wiped his cock off on my ass and I heard a zipper before I heard him walk away and a door open but not close. As I stood there, strapped to the A-frame, I felt cum and pussy juice making its way down my legs and a cool draft on my pussy as I hoped no random person could see me. I was relieved that I finally got to orgasm, but I still felt like I wanted one more. I wondered who it had been but quickly figured it was likely Cal, since Cal had been gagged when he arrived and who ever had fucked and played with me hadn't spoken. It didn't really matter though. All I could do was wait until Sir and his guests wanted to play with me again and would come and get me.

All my wetness hadn't completely dried when I heard jovial voices and footsteps enter the shed. My ass was pinched and slapped as people came in and walked by. A couple of fingers found their way into my pussy too.

"I have a piece of equipment I haven't shown you yet, but I think you'll like it. It's the reason I threw this little get together." I heard Sir tell his guests as someone began to unstrap me from the frame. I felt a quick, gentle caress on my cheek as a hand moved to unclip my collar from the frame.

When I was finally released, the bell was reattached to my butt plug and I was stood up. Gretchen used a fine chain to pull my tongue clip down and attach it to my collar, holding my tongue down. I didn't know I could feel any more humiliation. Apparently Sir and his guests were into humiliation (and bells it seems) more than I was. My leash was attached to my collar as the hobble chain was attached to my ankles. Sir and his guests began to head back out the door with me chiming my bells in accompaniment.

As we walked through the yard I wondered what other ordeal I'd be forced to endure. With my shirt untied and my breasts free, the bells swinging from my nipple clamps swung and pulled more painfully than before as they cheerfully bounced. Gretchen seemed to feel the need to flick the one on the end of my tongue and grab and drop the ones hanging from my nipples for her own unique amusement.

We went through the house and continued through Sir's playroom. Sir opened a door to another room and in there was a large chair on a pedestal. The front of the pedestal had a low bench sticking out from an alcove in the front. I was at a loss at to what this could be used for.

We stopped and my leash was yanked down, bending me over. The plug in my butt was carelessly pulled out, with no thought to how it might abuse my hole. My mind was distracted from the vacancy left by the removal of the plug and was redirected to the pain caused by the removal of the clamps from my pussy lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gretchen come up beside me. She grabbed the clamp attached to my left nipple and pulled down on it, stretching my boob and nipple painfully towards the floor. She held it a few seconds, jingling the bell, then released the clamp, letting my breast painfully pull back to its natural form. I made an unintelligible noise in my throat as drool dripped out of my mouth and everyone laughed. I closed my eyes tight against the pain as she grabbed the clamp attached to my right breast and pulled that one down too. She jerked it in different directions to jingle that bell as I continued to make noise and drool to everyone's amusement. After a couple more hard tugs, she released that clamp too. That additional pain brought tears to my eyes.

I felt a hand massage my wet pussy and a wet finger push its way into my ass. It pushed in and out a couple of times then pulled out completely. Despite the pain everywhere else, that felt good and made my pussy wetter. My brain and body were in conflict. Pleasure and pain.

I was stood back up and my skirt was taken off me. My tongue was released, which caused more pain, and the ring gag harness was locked back on. I was walked over to the low bench in front of the pedestal and my hobble chain was removed. My shirt was taken off me and I was told to straddle the bench. I was tucked into the alcove and sat on the bench with my legs bent up, putting me in a squatting position. My ass hole that had been lubed with my own juices was impaled on a dildo that was attached to the bench.

My legs were spread wide and my ankles locked into stocks and cuffs were buckled on just above my knees and attached to the frame, holding my legs wide and my empty pussy open. My chest harness was attached to the back of the alcove, holding me tight against it. A blindfold was secured over my eyes before my head harness was attached at three points, holding my head firmly against a headrest. Not that I would have been able to turn my head with the posture collar I still wore, but now my body was immobile and I was blind. My arms were pulled wide and my elbows were rested on a couple of bump outs and strapped into place. My wrists were locked into stocks level with my shoulders.

"Now we move this here." I heard Sir say and felt something rest gently against my open pussy and something else encircle the front of my waist. I wasn't even thinking about it as my hips started moving what little they could trying to get more pressure against whatever was brushing against my bare, wet pussy.

I felt movement around me and above me then a penis push through my ring gag. I knew my job and immediately began tending to the hard cock in my mouth with my tongue. I heard quiet voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I kept ministering to the cock in my mouth as best I could without being able to move my head at all. The hips attached to the cock in my mouth apparently didn't have the freedom to pull in and out so he would grind into my face every little bit, pushing his balls against my chin. My ass hole being filled and my bare pussy being lightly tickled was driving me to frustration.

I felt something at my left hand and wrapped my fingers around what I determined to be another cock. I began giving a hand job with the limited range of motion I was afforded by the stock around my wrist. A pussy was sat on my right hand, which I immediately began to finger and take care of. I was feeling like I'd been turned into nothing more than a piece of furniture for the pleasure of others. Which essentially I had.

The cock in my left hand was removed and replaced with another. I kept working. I felt the hips press into my face again and keep pushing as the cock in my mouth twitched and quivered. He came, shooting cum to the back of my throat. I swallowed as best I could and kept working my tongue to clean him off. I quit moving my tongue when I figured he was clean and would pull out of my mouth and wipe off on my face. He didn't. The whatever that was tickling my pussy left, to my dismay and frustrated relief. I felt a hand grab my left breast and squeeze harshly. I got the message and started my ministrations again. The hand gave my nipple a playful pinch and left, making my nipple hurt again.

The pussy moved from my hand and was replaced with a cock. I kept working, now with a cock in both hands along with the flaccid one in my mouth. I wanted so badly to touch my pussy and take care of it. But I wasn't there for my pleasure. I was there for the pleasure of others. As was re-enforced by the cock in my mouth starting to get hard again.

This went on for some time, with the cock staying in my mouth and the cycle of him coming then getting hard and coming again continuing a few more times along with the rotation of penises and pussy at my hands. I later found out that people would sit in the chair that was above me and get sucked off, or in Gretchen's case, ate out, by the guy, likely Cal, whose cock was in my mouth, while I took care of him and whoever was waiting for their turn in the chair. So everyone got pleasured. Everyone but me. I was the entertainment. I was property. My needs and pleasure were of no one's concern.

I was a little surprised when the cocks in my hands left and weren't replaced with others. Then the one in my mouth came and this time after I cleaned him off, he pulled out and wiped off on my face. I was getting really tired of that though used to it too.

"Oh, look at that," I heard Gretchen's voice. "That's quite a pussy puddle." I knew my pussy had been drooling throughout all this. My humiliation was renewed. I wished I could hide, or at the very least hang my head. But instead I was fully exposed. I was almost glad to be blindfolded.

I felt a warm breath on my face right before I felt gentle kisses on my lips, working around my ring gag. Then I felt a mouth over mine and a tongue poke through the ring and rub against my tongue. I began rubbing theirs with mine as I'd been trained to take care of anything that entered my mouth. I didn't realize my hips had started rocking. The mouth pulled away and I heard Gretchen chuckle.

"I like your new toy. We'll have to borrow it sometime." Gretchen said with a smile in her voice.

"I do believe it was a good investment." Sir said. "Let's have some drinks."

"If you don't mind, Cal did good and I was thinking he could stay and play while we have drinks." Stan said.

"I agree, he did good. I think he's earned some play time." Sir replied.

Footsteps and voices faded away. I was still blindfolded and spread out. I had no idea what to expect as the silence continued.

I felt my head harness being released from the pedestal and I was leaned forward. A little fiddling with my posture collar and it was removed and replaced with my regular leather one. I was ready to be released, but instead my head harness was reattached to the pedestal. I thought I heard some movement, but nothing more happened.

Finally I felt a hand on each knee gently rub its way up my thighs. At my hips they made their way up my ribs to take hold of my breasts and gently kneed them. I couldn't help but moan low in my throat. I flinched when I felt his tongue flick my clit. I heard a chuckle as his tongue softly explored around the outside of my pussy and my hips rocked on the dildo up my ass.

His tongue left my pussy and moved to one of my nipples. Slowly circling then flicking it. Then moving to the other. I moaned some more and strained against my harness. While wondering why he hadn't used his teeth I was also thinking Cal would make one hell of a lover. He moved on from my nipples and I felt his tongue enter my mouth as his fingers entered my pussy. When his mouth pressed against mine I found out why he hadn't used his teeth. He was wearing a ring gag too. As erotic and arousing as that image was, that thought became unimportant as his tongue and mine rubbed against eachother and his fingers did wonderful things to my pussy as his other hand played with one of my tits.

As I got closer to orgasming, his hand worked more industriously to keep pushing me towards that goal. Just as I started to cum, he pulled out his fingers and pushed his hard cock into my pussy and came as I did. His hands took hold of my flailing ones as his tongue continued to play with mine.

When I quit shuddering from my orgasm, Cal pulled out of me. I felt empty, missing his cock in my pussy. I felt his flaccid penis on my lip and knowing my job, used my tongue to work him into my mouth to clean him off, glad to have another hole filled. When I was done he pulled out of my mouth and to my surprise didn't wipe himself off on my face. He left me alone for a small time.

I felt one of my knees released, but the cuff stay on my leg. My ankle was released then my shoe unlocked and taken off. My foot was briefly massaged and moved around. I thought I was finally free of those shoes. The high heel was replaced with a ballet boot. My knee was reattached to the pedestal as Cal laced it up and locked it on. My ankle was locked back into the stock as he repeated the process with my other foot. He locked that one back in the stock too.

Cal played with my pussy again before moving to play with my breasts. He tightened the straps at the base of breasts, making them engorge more and be even more sensitive. He took my nipples in his fingers and rolled them around before pulling on them and twisting them, making me come as close to squealing as I could with the ring gag in. He ran his tongue around them before leaving me again.

When he came back, he released my chest harness then my wrists and elbows, and clipped my wrists together behind my back. With my head harness still attached to the pedestal, this made my chest stick out. He took the opportunity to torment my breasts and nipples more. When he was done he clipped a leash to my collar and let it dangle against my chest. He released my head harness from the pedestal and pulled up on my leash, making me stand.

I made sounds of protest and pain as my weight came to bear on my toes in the ballet boots with my ankles still locked in the stocks. Cal harshly pinched my nipple in discipline to my outburst. My eyes teared under the blindfold, but I quit making noise as I struggled to keep my balance as he released my ankles from the stocks.

Cal took my leash from where it dangled between my breasts and gave it a gentle tug. I teetered along unsteadily as I kept feeling the gentle tugging on my leash. When I felt it slack, I stopped, but had to keep shifting around my feet to keep standing. I heard a chuckle as I felt a hand bounce one of my boobs and realized that as I was teetering from foot to foot they were bobbing. I lowered my head in embarrassment only to have a quantity of drool drop onto them, humiliating me more as he chuckled again.

Cal released my wrists and reattached them to a spreader bar above my head. He put one between my ankles, spreading my legs wide and making me even more unsteady. I felt the spreader my wrists were attached to begin to rise, pulling my body taught. Cal pulled up on the top of my head harness and when he let go I couldn't lower my head down. I felt attachments on each side of the harness and I couldn't turn my head either. I figured he'd anchored it to the spreader above me. I had no idea what he had planned.

He left me that way for a short time, but long enough for my pussy to start juicing in anticipation of what might happen. I could feel it on my thighs. Then there was a gentle lick on my lower lip right before a rubber penis was put through my ring gag and set into place. Out of habit, my tongue began rubbing around it. I couldn't help it and it made me feel as low as I knew my status of trained, entertainment whore to be. I had been trained well enough that out of habit, I would service anything inserted into my mouth. I stopped but the realization was already there.

A snap on my over sensitive nipple shocked me out of my thoughts as the pain arrived a split second after the sound. I made a noise as my other nipple received the same treatment, making me flinch and the fake balls attached to the fake penis in my mouth bounced against my chin. The next snap visited my pussy, though it was less in intensity and made me moan after my initial squeak. Cal knew exactly what he was doing as he walked around me and snapped my ass and in between my cheeks. Cal got the inside of my thighs and my pussy again from behind. The sensations making me want to be fucked again.

Cal ran his hands around my ribs from behind to cup my breasts and torment them again, pinching and twisting my nipples. His hands ran down my ribs to my hips and I felt his tongue probing between my cheeks. He spread my cheeks as he worked his tongue around my pussy to my ass hole. I couldn't help but moan and if there had been any slack, I would have swayed but stayed upright with the help of the spreader my wrists were attached to. When he quit I moaned my disappointment. I heard him chuckle. He rubbed a finger around my pussy then pushed it in my ass and began slowly working it in and out. I moaned again.

I heard footsteps coming in. Someone grabbed my boob and gave it a squeeze as I heard whispering and Cal put a finger in my pussy and worked it too. I moaned again. My nipple got flicked and footsteps departed. Cal pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock into my pussy, grabbed my tits and vigorously fucked me from behind to one more orgasm. After he pulled out he teased my ass hole with his fingers, making me whimper, then took off my blindfold.

When my eyes adjusted, I saw I was standing in front of one of Sir's wall mirrors. I saw the fake cock with balls hanging out of my mouth before Cal removed it. He stood behind me and I watched as he ran his hands all over my body and settled on playing with my breasts and nipples as I drooled. Cal released my wrists from the spreader and moved my hands behind my back and attached opposite wrist to elbow, but left my head harness attached to the spreader. I was still immobile and forced to look at myself in the mirror as he took my breasts in his hands and again tormented my nipples. I moaned and made unintelligible noises, sending a copious amount of drool out of my mouth to casually plop onto my chest. I made another noise of shame as another glob of drool crawled over my lip and slowly meandered down my chin. Cal released my ring gag head harness and took it off, replacing it with a harness panel gag and locking it on. He then sensuously ran his hands down my thigh before releasing my ankle then did the same before releasing the other. He took my leash and led me tottering with boobs bobbling, to a pole and attached the leash to a hook on it and proceeded to release my feet from the ballet boots, much to my relief and pain as I adjusted to standing barefoot again. As I stood there he got a wet cloth from somewhere and thoughtfully cleaned all the fluids off my thighs and pussy. I was both embarrassed and grateful. Cal replaced my ankle cuffs, locking them on, and clipped a short hobble chain between my ankles before walking away. I saw his gag had no lock on it and wondered why he hadn't removed it the whole time, but realized he probably hadn't been given permission to do so.

When Cal came back, he was dressed and once again was wearing his ball gag, and he was holding his leather lead that was connected to his matching collar. I saw him unlock a small brass padlock and lock his ball gag on. He bobbled my boobs then took my leash in his other hand and led me out of the room. He walked through the house until he found Stan and handed him his lead and the key to the lock for his gag. Stan paid Cal no mind as he took possession while talking with some of the guests as we stood obediently by. I looked around for Sir, but as yet couldn't see him. Stan started walking with the group he was talking with, leading Cal and essentially me around with him. It was another reminder of my place. Cal was a sub. Though dressed, he was collared, gagged and on a leather lead held by his master. I was lower. I was naked, gagged, bound, collared and on a regular pet leash held by a sub. My status was clear.

We came across Sir, but he chose to let Cal keep leading me around as he followed Stan as he mingled. Cal was mostly not paid any mind, except the few times Gretchen cooed at him as she rubbed his butt or chest. I was often handled or pinched or my ass slapped as people wandered by, though never really acknowledged. I was torn between wanting to be fucked again and wanting to just be left alone. Neither was an option. Stan started moving along again, with Cal following and me in tow.

Finally the night seemed to be coming to an end. People were wrapping up conversations, getting ready to leave. My leash had been given back to Sir a while earlier and for a bit, Sir had clipped it to an anchor point in a wall, leaving me with no explanation (Masters need not explain anything to their property). Sir now held my leash as I knelt at his feet as he stood by the door thanking everyone for stopping by. They thanked him for a fun evening and for the use of his toys. And a couple complimented him on his purchase of me, while patting me on the head like a piece of equipment.

Stan and Cal were the last to leave. While Stan was talking to Sir on his way out, with Cal standing a couple of steps behind him, I looked up at Cal. He was looking at me impassively. As he was following Stan out the door, he looked back over his shoulder at me. I saw him smile around his ball gag as he gave me a wink before disappearing around the corner.