Author's Note: English is not my native language, and this is my first submit, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. If they are unforgivable, either you can tell me or you can go fuck yourselves. ;)

The story has a romantic first part, a dark ugly second part, and an unexpected ending. Special thanks to Olive, Elizabeth, and William for being so brave and so honest, which, sometimes, is the same.

1:

We were fine. I could tell myself a lot of things about him being too much this or too little that, but we were fine. That's the fucking truth. Instead of trying to enjoy whatever we had I wanted more. What more? I didn't know. I couldn't explain. He kept asking me. I just didn't know. Something was missing and I couldn't find it.

So there was it. Our last argument until now. Sorry, our last argument, period. He left me. He said the same shit as ever: "It's not you, it's me." "I don't want, but it must be done." "I'm sorry." "Whatever", "whatever", "whatever."

Maybe I'm being mean. He was kind. He apologised several times. We cried. Yes, boys also cry. I cried more than him, though. After that, he left, as we were in my rental apartment. That was last night.

I was watching TV. After all day studying for the grade, I needed some TV garbage for shuting off half or more of my brain. Then the doorbell rang. I opened as I was, in my sleeping clothes, sweatpants and cotton t-shirt cut out over my navel. It was my neighbour's boyfriend or whatever. Their relationship was none of my business. I barely had crossed paths with them when in the corridor. "Hey", "Hi" and no more. He looked worried.

-Hi- he said.

-Hi- I answered.

-We haven't talk much during this weeks- I only lived here a couple of months-. I'm sorry to come to you like this.

-Tell me.

-Well, my..., friend and myself have had and argument- I could hear them vaguely, but I was not paying attention-, and I'm worried about her. So I'd ask you if you could take and eye on her. Lend a hand. Maybe have a little fun with her. Take her out. I don't know, I just...- he was clearly uncomfortable.

-But we are not friends- What the fuck was he asking me?

-Yes, I know, but you live next door. You can pass by, I suppose. Maybe I shouldn't be bothering you with our mess.

-No, it's not a problem. I only thought I was not the best person for that, but I can try.

-Thanks- he relaxed a little-. Really, thanks.

-I understand. No problem. I will pass by tomorrow.

-Here- he gave me his key-. Please, be kind to her. Call me if you need something. I just..., can't keep up like this. Sorry, again.

-Don't worry. Everything will be fine. Maybe. We'll see- I took the key and gave him a tap in her arm with my fist. I'm too shy for anything else. He left and I closed the door. What the fuck?

I didn't know what to do with my time. My exams in college were finished, and I was, officially, on summer vacation. So I did what I used to do when alone, bored, and, as I was at the moment, angry and sad. My secret. Only for me. I thought about locking the door, but I was pretty sure no one was coming.

I opened my locked drawer on my bedroom and took two leather wrist cuffs, two chains, a leather collar, a leather blindfold, a ballgag, eight small padlocks and my four centimeters wide sixteen cm long vibrating plastic dildo. The cuffs were five cm wide. The chains were twenty cm long, light but strong, two and a half cm thick. The flindfold covered almost half my face. The collar was pretty much the same except seven cm wide and with two D rings at the base, front and rear. The ball gag was five cm wide.

I padlocked the cuffs on my wrists and neck. Then padlocked the chains to the wrist cuffs. I stuffed myself with the dildo and put it on low, since I only wanted to sleep in good mood. I put my blindfold and my ballgag padlocking the second one. Then, I padlocked my right chain to the bed frame under the matress put the keys for all that on the bedside table, on reach, and padlocked my left chain. The collar was only decoration.

After an hour of imagining myself shouting at my exboyfriend I fell asleep.

I wake up early in the morning to study a little. Immediately I remember what that guy said to me last night. Maybe the girl wants some breakfast or some talking or whatever. I put on some black jeans, a black t-shirt with the picture of a zombie coming out of his tomb, a leather vest and knee high leather boots. I like biker style. I quickly comb my black hair since is short, undercut style twenty or thirty cm on top. I'm not sure, it's been a while since the cut. The boy gave me the key so I enter in her apartment, without knocking. I'll apologize if necessary.

I enter in her bedroom and I find her. Light brown shoulder blade length hair. One sixty-something meters height. A little shorter than me. Very short trimmed brazilian triangle above her pussy. And..., well, all the rest. The dildo is half outside and glistening. Her legs very open. Two gold three cm wide piercing rings on each pussy labia one about one-third the way down from the top and the other about one-third the way up from the bottom. I have the same but in stainless steel, what a surprising chance. A one cm gold ring in each earlobe.

Now I am worried. What the fuck is this? Is that what the exboyfriend was telling me? How do they know I like this stuff? Maybe my laptop was too noisy when I watched videos on the internet. Maybe is for my cloth style. What am I supposed to do now?

Maybe they've broken because of this. The girl wants this and the boy is uncomfortable. So, what? What do they want me to do? This is so embarrasing. I've never done anything like this. I only know what I've read and watched on videos. I also like tying myself, but being a mistress... And how do they know I am a lesbian and single? Well, that wasn't difficult to figure, I guess.

Ok. I can do it. I'm not a coward. Am I? Oh, shit, I can't do it. I'm a coward. No! I can. Let's do it. Ok, I'm thinking. She is pretty, I must say. Fit. B cups, bigger than my A. Maybe I'm not thinking straight. Ja, I've made a pun. I know. The keys. They are in the open on the bedside table. She wants me to take them, obviously. I look at the open drawer. There's only a spare battery for the dildo and the charger. A idea comes to my mind.

I go to my place and grab my Ben Wa balls and a small padlock, lighter than hers. I silently return to her bedroom and change the dildo for the Ben Wa and padlock her lips by threading the hasp through all four. She moans but keeps sleeping. I have to clean my hand and the dildo. I like that smell. How does it taste? Not the moment, Dido. Sorry, I'm Dido. Enchantee de vous connaître. What can I say? Loving parents. Queen is my last name. Sorry, a joke. I'm a little nervous with all this so I talk french and make jokes. Ok, back to reality.

I make some coffe and a toast with marmalade. She'll like it, I guess, since is her marmalade. Shit. Center yourself, Dido. I put the breakfast on the table beside her. Time to wake her up.

I wake up feeling something on my pussy. Fingers caressing it. What the fuck? I moan a little. Must be Julian trying to apologize again.

-Wake up, you filthy slut.

Filthy slut? With a girl's voice? It doesn't seem to be Julian.

-I've made you breakfast. You'll need the energy for what is coming next.

It's a girl. In my bedroom. While I'm naked. Her hand in my pussy. Oh shit. Oooooh shit. He's unlocking my gag.

-Please- I say-. Release me. I won't call the cops.

-You won't, indeed. I'm lifting your head. Tell me if is hot. I don't want to hurt you. Yet.

She lifts my head and put the glass on my mouth. I drink. It's coffee. My coffe. What the fuck is going on? Is not very hot. Next she gives me one of my toasts with my marmalade. How much time has been this woman in my house?

-Please- I say-. You've not done any harm to me. Leave now and I will forget it all.

-That is unacceptable. I don't want to be forgotten. You are going to remember me, I can assure you that.

All the time her fingers in my pussy caressing. I like it. Shit. I like it. What's wrong with me. I should be afraid. Why I am not?

-What are you going to do with me?

-Oh, many things. Good things. For me, at least.

-Please. Release me. Please.

-I'm afraid I can't. You could hurt me or yourself.

-I'm not going to hurt you. I promise.

-Shut up, you slut. You've talked too much today.

She puts back my ballgag and padlocks it. I can hear she walking away and returning in a couple minutes.

-Clearly I can't leave you alone like this. Someone could find you- Someone has-. You will be better in my place where I can watch over you.

I don't like where it goes.

I lock another chain, I've brought from my place, similar to hers, to the back D ring of her collar. I release her right arm from the chain. She's not fighting, I must be doing it fine, so I release her other arm. I flip her so she's face down on the matress. I padlock her wrist cuffs to the new chain at the center of her back and help her getting up. In this position her chest is trust out. I can't stop myself from staring a while. I clasp a one meter leathter dog leash with handle at the front D ring of her collar. I take her to my place making sure no one can see us on the corridor. I lock the door to her apartment. We don't want anyone sneaking around. It's ok to call her slut?

I feel something inside my pussy. Is molesting me as I walk, but in the good way. There is a good way of molesting, I suppose. It's like the dildo, but different. My pussy lips also feel strange. Like something is tugging. She's wearing me by my neck, like a fucking dog. I should have struggled but she was being so kind in a weird way. Maybe I'm not thinking straight. What is happening to me? We walk only a few meters. Bollocks, she is my neighbour. The old one or the punk/goth/whatever one?

She locks my door and then hers. I'm trapped in her fucking apartment, tied, horny and blind. Oh, shit, this is not going well. This thing in my pussy is making me horny. Or is because I'm naked. Maybe I'm a lesbian. No, that cannot be. Cut it, Sam, she's talking.

-Well slut, I have some business to attend to, so you are going to be sit down and quiet. Like you have any other option.

I she joking in this situation? And why is she calling me slut? I'm not a slut. Am I? Did I want to be found? She leaves me alone for a moment in the living room. I'm assuming her apartment is equal to mine. Without warning she puts on my ankles similar cuffs to those on my wrist, except a little wider. Maybe we buy things in the same store. Between them a hobble chain. This is humilliating. She locks all of it, as I can hear the padlocks closing.

Thirty centimeters for a hobble chain is fine, I think. She can walk with that. I make her sit on the carpet beside the couch. I take a quick breakfast and put my laptop on the table in front of the couch. As I sit my knee is a few centimetres from her head. I must study. I have to pass the exams. I don't want to go back to my parent's house without their money and without my grade. But she is so pretty, and so naked. I cannot focus. I must focus. The important thing first, fun later. Oh, shit, her head is on my knee.

Maybe I am not thinking straight. I'm surely not thinking straight. I don't want to make her angry. If my head is in her knee maybe she understands I will behave. I will behave? Am I losing my mind? She's touching my tits. And what's the sound I hear? Tapping?

I cannot help it. I have to touch her. She's not complaining. She must like it. I keep touching her from time to time. Her nipples harden at my touch. I also caress her back, her shoulders, her neck. This is going well, I'd bet. About and hour and a half later she mumbles something. I unlock and unbuckle her gag.

I have all the keys on my pocket. My apartment, hers, my padlocks on her back and ankles which are all the same, her padlocks which are also equals, and the smaller one in her pussy. Only five keys nedeed. I could put them on a ring. Not so fast cowgirl.

-Please, I need to pee- oh, shit, I forgot. People needs to pee.

-Please what?- the game is the game.

-I don't understand.

-You need to call me properly.

-Oh..., sorry..., mistress- Yes! She is into it. I've nailed it.

-Very good, slut, you're learning.

I take her to the bathroom, and help her with the cleaning. She winces a little when I touch her pussy with the paper but doesn't complain. Since is behaving so good I don't put the ball gag on her.

She wants me to call her mistress and watches me peeing. She must think this is fucking porn. The moment she leaves me alone I'm calling the cops. The joke is not funny anymore. It already wasn't. It was a little. Ok, I'm very horny. But I'm calling the cops. Maybe.

We return to the couch. Her head is in my leg again. I keep studying for a while. An hour or so later, near midday, I decide it's time to play. I sit on the floor beside her, and put an arm around her shoulders. I grab her tits and play with them like if they were mine and not from a person I barely know. She moves her mouth like she's trying to say somehing. Or maybe she likes it.

-Ok, slut, you have been teasing me all day. I cannot let that unpunished.

-What? But I...

I put my index finger in her mouth and she shuts up. I'm doing it, I cannot help doing it. I kiss her in her mouth soft but firm. I keep kissing her with my hands at her tits. Only lip play. And she is responding! I help back with all the pain of my heart.

-This is not right. You're a little lesbian slut. Your mouth is supposed to be reeking of pussy. You have not fulfilled your first and more important duty. You will be punished for that.

Now I'm going to take a risk. I don't think it will work but I have to try. That's not true. I want to try. That's the truth. I take off my boots, my jeans and my panties, and put my crotch on her face. I'm horny, she surely can smell it. My pussy is so close to her mouth that my rings are touching it.

-What are you waiting for, slut? Make what you are best at.

She's doing it! She begins playing with my rings. Then she finds my one cm clithood ring and does the same. Later, she penetrates me with her tongue. I suspect is the first time she does this since is not very skilled. And with a stranger. Such a brave girl. Not that I'm complaining. This is, maybe, the fucking best day of my life.

I cannot believe I'm doing this. This bitch is making me lick her pussy. Hell, the day is just getting worse. Maybe if I give here an orgasm she will let me go. I'll try to do my best, since is my first time. Is not a bad taste, nor that I can compare. She is ringed like myself, and has another one in what I suppose is her clithood. I pretty sure she is not the old lady. When she grabs my head I move my tongue a littel faster. A few seconds later she moans and cums in my mouth. Definitely not a bad taste. I could take more. What the fuck is gotten into my head today?

She sits on the floor in front of me and takes the blindfold. As my eyes adjust I can see her smiling. She's not pretty. Neither is ugly. Her body is skinny. Her face is..., boyish. Is the best word I can find right now. Yet I keep staring at her. She has a pierced one cm ring on her septum and a smaller one on her lower lip which I've felt earlier. Also a stud finished in two small balls in the center of her tongue. A two cm ring in each earlobe and four smaller rings around the top curve of her left ear. All in stainless steel. With that and her clothes..., lesbian. I don't want to be judgemental, but... I've just licked her pussy, why am I doubting? The few times I've seen her in the corridor, I assumed the two of us weren't going to be friends like never. I, for sure, don' know what are we now. She kisses me again. My brain must be shut off because I'm responding and enjoying it.

-Now you taste like you are supposed to.

-Thanks, mistress- for god sake, what the fuck is happening on my brain?

I can see a little fear in her face. Must be part of her performance. Anyway, keeping on. I go to my bedroom and put on my harness. It has two plastic penis-shaped protusions with veins and all. Twelve cm for me and seventeen for her. Two cm wide both. I expect is not to big for her ass. I'll go slow either way. I buckle tight on my rear the waist and crotch straps. The crotch strap is wide in front, covering all my triangle of hair and less than two cm between my buttocks. When I enter the living room she opens her eyes a lot.

I lift her and put her face down on the couch with her knees on the carpet. Her ass is on plain sight. I knell behind her, a rub the plastic cock on her wet pussy. How can she be wet all night and day? The rubbing is only for scaring her, I've put some lube on my bedroom. I'm trying to be a friend, not a psycho. I put the tip on her ass and she tenses. I thrust slowly in and out only a few centimeters. I go a little deeper with each stroke. She is still tense but not complaining so...

-Please stop. Please. This has gone too far. I'm calling the cops. I've tried to be patient but this is too much. I'm going to escape sooner or later and call the cops. This is too much.

She is crying for real. I feel my stomach clench. This is not what I... This is not good. It wasn't a permormance, she was scared. Oh, shit. Ooooh, shit. What am I going to do? This is bad, very bad.

-Please, don't rape me. Please.

I look down. I'm still inside her. I thrust out quickly and take off my harness. I put on my panties and my jeans and look around thinking. Trying to find..., anything to do or anything to say.

-Please untie me.

She keeps crying. I had to explain. The chat with her boyfrend. The misundertanding. All of it. I have to untie her. Or... I've read about this. I have to make her feel confident. It is my attempt to fuck her ass what has scared her. She kissed me. She is wet. Everything is not lost. Ok. I can do it.

I put her on the floor again, with her back against the couch and I sit in front. She doesn't want to look at me. Fear or shame I don't know.

She keeps looking at me. I must be her last prey, or something like that. She puts her hands over my thighs.

-I swear, for whatever you want, god, family, whatever, that I'm not going to hurt you.

She's loooking directly into my eyes.

-I swear to you that I've thought you were liking this- she made a pause. Her eyes always on mine-. I can let you go right now, but please. Please. Let me explain.

I'm more relaxed now. I've stopped crying.

-Ok...- I hesitate.

For about half an hour she tells me everything. The chat with Julian. My misunderstood body responses. Not entirely misunderstood, though. She explains everything.

-What do I have in my pussy?- I ask while trying to asimilate the info.

-A pair of Ben Wa balls.

-Oh, so this is it... I like them.

-I also do- we laugh.

She puts a towel on the couch and helps me sit. With all this I've not realized yet on all the bindings I still have.

-Can you release me?

-I'll do it right now if you ask for it, but there is a problem- I tense a little.

-Which problem?

-Well, you've had a taste on my pussy. It wouldn't be fair not to reciprocate.

-Yes...?- I, for sure, wasn't expecting that.

-Yes and...., I'm afraid that, if I release you, you will go away. Instead, if you remain like this, then, well... What do you think?

-I don't know...

-There is another option. I can let you go and visit your place, tomorrow tops, for getting..., what's mine.

-But...

-Or I can put your ball gag on you again and rape you.

She shows me a key and puts it on the padlock on my pussy.

-Time's running.

Definitely my brain is not were it should be.

-Undress yourself. Fully. And you can lick me now.

She smiles and takes everything off. She has a two cm piercing ring on each of her nipples. Stainless steel like on her nose, mouth, pussy an clit. I want to kiss all of them. What? Oh, shit. What's happening to me? I should be angry at her, or Julian for opening his mouth. But I'm so horny...

She opens my pussy, and makes me see fucking fairys, riding fucking unicorns, while flying among fucking stars, to fucking infinity and beyond. Well, more or less. Several fucking orgasms, that's it. After that, she hugs me as we lay down the couch. I'm almost on top of her because of the chains. I kiss her on the lips which surprises her.

-So you are not scared anymore.

-Shut up.

We lay down there a little longer.

-I don't know your name.

-Dido, like the legendary queen of Carthage.

-Glad to meet you, I'm Sam.

-I knew.

-You knew?

-Yes well..., I like girls and you are hot so...

-Oh, I see. I'm sorry.

-You are sorry?

-For being cold. For not welcoming you to the building.

-Oh, shut up.

While we talk she is caressing my asshole.

-You still want to do it, right?- I ask.

I close again her pussy with the little padlock. She hesitates, but relaxes when I put myself on my kness and kiss her pussy lips. Then I take off all the stuff except the Ben Was.

-Come here, you perverted queen- she says. and we kiss again. Then I open both doors, since she doesn't have the key to her apartment and she leaves.

I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to study. Is almost dinner time and the doorbell rings. There she is in a red long sleeved satin shirt and a black cotton almost knee length skirt. On her feet short heeled shoes. She seems to have breathing problems.

-I'm very horny and is your fault.

-Well, hello to you as well. That's very kind of you, but I'm not interested- I joke. I pretend I'm closing the door. She puts her foot stopping me.

-Very funny. Take your fucking balls off me.

-No- I keep the joke.

-Come to my place then.

-Why?

-I've cooked for both of us.

-Why?- joking again. I was nervous.

She stares at me. She grabs mi jeans by my waitsline and pulls on me till our faces are very close.

-Your tongue- says slowly remarking every word-. Is not being used where it should be.

-I'm not sure I like your attitude, lady- I keep joking.

She stares at me again. Suddenly she kneels, embraces my legs and puts her forehead on my crotch.

-Please, my queen. Come dinner with me.

My jaw drops and my pussy gets wet.

-I don't know. Maybe a gift for the queen- I joke again.

She gets up and without hesitation she takes off her laced expensive looking panties and gives them to me with both hands. They are very wet and scented. The hell I'm saying no to an offer like that. No more jokes for a while. I take my gift, stuff it into my pocket, grab my door key and go with her.

She wants to be in charge, ok, I'll allow it. Kneeling in front of her has worked as in the stories I've read. Julian didn't understand me. I didn't understand me neither. This whatever with Dido, I understand it, though. I think I do. Maybe I don't. I don't care, I'm horny.

I've made croquettes with ham. Everybody loves them. Everybody with a good taste, at least, and Dido has it, since she likes me. Yes, I have self esteem. You don't understand bondage? Then you have a problem, deal with it. Yes, I'm talking to you! Capisci!? We get in my place. I've put some music. A CD of Simon and Garfunkel. I think she is going to like it. Everybody loves them. Everybody with a good taste, at least. Am I repeating myself? She looks at my ass a lot. Good idea. She is closer than she things. Nor I'm telling her. Yet. The Ben Was are making me sweat. I have to take off my shirt. No. Not now. I can't give away my body easily. Not as easily as I did this morning, anyway. Shit. Being in control is very difficult with my pussy so full. Who am I fooling? I don't control anything.

Everything is prepared at the table. My apartment, like hers, has a kitchen-living room, a bedroom and a bath. Intimate, would say a salesman. Small, I say. And cheap. We both are students, miracles are not for the poor. Once we both are sitting and begin to eat I discover I don't know what to talk about.

-I was also cold with you. But, since these apartments are all for rental, I assumed the people living here doesn't stay long.

-I plan to stay, until I finish my studies in about two years. I've gotten used to. But you're right, I assumed the same. Also, your clothing style... You're not like the people I usually hang out with- she smiles.

-Too dangerous for you?- she jokes.

-You are much more dangerous than I suspected- I joke in return. She blushes. So cute.

-Ooookay. I have a doubt, though.

-Yes?

-Are you calling the cops or not?- she jokes again. I throw her a napkin. Just like that, I make a decision. I'm letting Dido take my ass tonight. Or tomorrow? No, tonight. The logical side of my brain is telling me something. Shut up, you boring shit. That is my answer. We keep eating and talking about anything and everything. She likes the music and the food. Ten points for Sam.

-You can't take off your rings. Why?

-They are welded.

-Oh shit, I'm sorry.

-Don't worry, you didn't know.

-And why did you...?

-It was like..., a bet. Or a dare. With myself. I don't know how to explain.

-I think I understand.

We keep eating.

-Ok, elephant in the room- I say-. I think we should clarify some things.

-Lets do it.

-I've never done this before. Not even do I know what's this. I'm trusting you but I'm worried.

She doesn't answer. Instead, she grabs my hand interlocking her fingers with mine and softly kisses it at the back. Then she gets up, embraces me from behind, and softly kisses my neck and my cheek.

-This is also my first time- after saying so she bits and licks my ear.

She does all this without leaving my hand. Then sits again. My face is bright red. My heart bounces like if I were a Looney tunes character. My hands are sweaty. All my body is sweaty. I'm pretty sure is not because of the summer.

-So lets clarify- she sais-. We need a safe word. The safe word will be, stop, or, Dido, get off, or, leave me alone, or wathever the hell you want. If we are gagged, and yes, I said we, we can make the vulcanian greeting like Spock, or show the middle finger, or the open palm with the fingers up like a cop stopping a car. You also can shout something like, I hate you, bitch. Are you with me?

-Yes- she has tensed a little bit.

-Or we can go slow and have fun.

-Better- is smilling again.

We finish eating and she puts wine for both of us. We sit on his coach.

-I have more equipment than you, since I've been collecting it for a time. That's why I live here. I lived on a bigger apartment but I wanted more money for..., fun.

-Ok- she has trouble keeping the conversation. Maybe the Ben Was all day are too much.

-I think is better if we use my padlocks. I have a lot and most of them are equals so they use the same key. This way is easier.

-Ok.

-So..., do you want me to bring some stuff?

-If we are using your things we can go to your place.

-That's right.

She takes my hand. Since she has key for my apartment we leave like that. When arriving to her bedroom I am panting again. What a day.

-Strip.

-What?

-Don't "what" me slut. Obey.

So I obey. I take my shirt, my expensive lace push-up bra that I'm not sure why am I wearing, my skirt and shoes. Nothing more to take.

-One rule- she says in a serious tone-. From now on, no more bras. You can wear tight tank tops under loose garments when on the street, though in my place and yours I want to see bouncing. Right, slut?

-You're going very fast, don't you?

-Well I...- she hesitates again. What a strange domme.

-I'm going to do it. But only because I want to.

-Oooookey. Now lay down on the bed.

As I do it, she takes from her pocket the key to my pussy's padlock and opens it. She takes out the very wet Ben Was and immediately I try to masturbate.

-Stop it, slut. You don't have permission to cum.

She goes to the bathroom for cleaning them. When she returns she directly goes down on me.

-I will make you cum- with that she licks me directly to heaven.

While she is recovering from her orgasms. I put cuffs on her wrists and ankles and padlock them. They're six cm wide leather. I tie her face down spread eagled, padlocking chains from her limbs to the bed frame. I've made this to me before so the lenght of the chains is well measured. My bed is two meters long per one and a half wide. Enough for a good stretching. I put some pillows under her waist so her ass is very visible. I put again my harness easily since I am already wet.

-This morning you have disrupted me. This time you are going to be quiet or I will gag you. Understood, slut?

-Yes, my queen- it seems a moan more than an answer.

I enter her pussy for moistening the plastic cock. And she moans again. I put the tip at the entrance.

-My queen?

-Slut, you are warned.

-Take my ass, my queen. Fuck me until you can't take more. But, please, please, could you call me slave intead of slut?

-I sure can.

Clarified this, I fondly and slowly fuck her once and again and again and so on. I keep going until I've had so many orgasms I cannot stand it anymore. After that I clean the harness at the bathroom, I put the billows where they belong at the bed's head, I set the alarm clock to ten in the morning, and I embrace Sam form one side resting my head over her back. She's warm and soft and sweaty. And for tonight, she's also mine.

The alarm wakes me up. After Dido embracing me I don't remember anything more. I have fallen sleep quickly and deeply. She releases the leather cuffs, and goes to the bathroom. I cannot understand such a cold behaviour after what happened yerterd... Oh my god. Oh god. Yesterday was... It was... I'm not a lesbian. I'm not... It must be the Ben Was. I was so horny. I wasn't thinking straight. Hey, there goes a pun. Don't distract yourself, Sam, this is serious. This cannot be. This lesbian bitch owes me a good explanation.

I go to the bathroom and there she is, sitting on the toilet, with her elbows on her thighs and her hands on her face. She looks sad or worried or something. That's unacceptable. She fucks me and now she is sad. I'm going to tell her a couple things. I'm going to... I love you. What the fuck? What was that? This is so... So...

My body does what my brain is unable. I kneel in front of her, embrace her legs and put my forehead on her knees.

-What can I do to ease your pain, my queen?

She hesitates a moment. Then embraces me.

-You can hug me a little bit more.

-Sure I can.

We stay like this for a while.

-So what's up?- I ask.

-Well... You were very..., distracted last night, so I'm not sure if I did harm you or insulted you or whatever, and...

I look in her eyes and I cannot believe what I am hearing. I grab her hands and take her to the shower. I open the hot water and tongue kiss her while caressing all of her body were my hands can reach. Then I finger fuck her pussy. Is the first time I touch her there, but, hey, I'm a woman and she's a woman, so the technique is pretty much the same. She moans in my mouth and cums in my hand.

-Do I seem offended, my queen?- I ask to her ear after licking it. During all this process I don't know if my brain is off, on, or very far away. I only know I'm very horny and the Ben Wa sisters are not here to me blamed.

We take breakfast together. I think is very clear I have done something fine, but I'm not sure what. I've only been..., myself. So she likes me. That must be the explanation. Should I ask? I better ask.

-So..., do you like me?

-Really?- she puts her hands on her hips-. Do you need another shower?

-Mmm, no. I don't think so- I smile like a dummy. She also does. Two dummies better than one.

-I have a request, if you don't mind, my queen.

-Tell me.

-Your triangle, down there. I want that area bald.

-Yeah? The same for you, smartass.

-Fine! My queen.

We go to the bathroom and shave each other, hair clipper first, razor blade next. We stop from time to time for a little kissing. The baldness down there is strange but better than having hair between the teeth.

-I have to study for college- I say.

-And I have to be bound and gagged at your feet distracting you- aaaaand wet again.

2:

This wathever with Dido is making ten years next week. Is about time to give it a name. Maybe is not. We'll see. Since we were spending all day and night together in her place, and since all my important stuff was also there, I moved in with her a month after our misunderstanding. This way we could expend more money in..., funny stuff. She finished her exams with good grades. When studying is important to be in a good mood and she was. I had something to do with that, I think.

We bought two pairs of stainless steel shackles four cm wide with a thirty cm chain in between, for my grists and ankles. We also bought a matching three cm wide collar with bottom rings front and rear. At the rear ring we locked a fifteen cm long chain with a clasp at the end. When I have chores to do my wrist shackles are in front. If not, Dido connects the clasp with the middle of the chain on my back. Since I moved with her this is my normal attire when at home. In winter I can wear some clothes, of course, but the chains remain. Some days she takes them off for cleaning but are quickly replaced by the old leather ones.

She uses to be also naked and wearing unrestrained leather cuffs on ankles, wrists, and neck only because I like the way she looks with them. Sometimes is also restrained. By our second month together I already had grown accostumed to my locked pussy. She opens it every day to fuck me with her mouth, hands or toys, so no sorrow. She always wears the keys to my daily padlocks in her key chain so everytime she grabs them my heart plays heavy metal.

Our first anniversary, the anniversary of our misunderstanding, that's it, we went together to a piercing parlor. I put four very small barbells, with two small balls each, at the front half of my tongue. This resulting in four very small spheres in a row on top of my tongue. Since they are the same color than my tongue it is necessary to look very closely to find them. For avoidind problems she took out her clithood ring and put horizontally a very short barbell with two balls in her clit. The clit, not the hood. This way her clit is always out and squeezed, so she apreciates a lot my tongue modifications. Some days it seems like we are killing a pig, because of the noises.

That day we also bought a very interesting device. It is a very small white plastic ring flat at the sides. It has six very short stainles steel needles pointing towards the inside making what seems the wheel of a bike. We put it on my clit. Again, my clit, not the hood. The needles are not supposed to hurt but to make it stay in place, I, for sure, don't feel them. It works with a phone app. The app needs a password known only for Dido. With the password there are three options: a vibration so weak that makes me horny but not desperate, is more exasperating than anything else; a spark so strong that can ruin any orgasm I'm having; and a heat sensation that enhances them. Without the password there is only one option, making it release me. The idea was to give Dido a better control over my body but without the risk of being used by a stranger. The app's name is Science news, what garantees no one is looking. The name is appropriate because Dido is studying chemistry at college. The app is also on my phone in case she doesn't have hers at hand. The battery endures very little but is always recharging as it utilizes my body heat. With that and the little padlock on my pussy which I wear almost all the time, is correct to say that Dido owns me. It's been almost nine years with that little sucker on me. She uses it very often when we are taking a walk or at a store or on any other public place. It only works at a ten meters range, so is a very effective way of knowing she is coming home.

We use to jog very often. We do it almost since we live together. We also rent bikes for doing little trips, when possible. We both have been working for six years. One more for Sam since she is a year older than me. We live now in a better apartment in a better neighborhood. She works in a museum repairing old paintings. I work in a lab developing drugs. The healing kind of drugs.

I don't like her to be empty, so, when at work, and while jogging, she wears a hollow, twelve cm long, two cm wide, plastic dildo. It's only suppossed to distract her a little. She sometimes sends me a message telling me how much does she hate the padlock. It's logical. When not at work she uses to wear other king of toys, depending on where and with who are we.

In our bike trips we use another strategy. We have a leather chastity belt. It has a two cm wide strap for the waist and a one cm wide strap for the crotch sewn to the middle of the waist strap at the back. I padlock it on her waist at the front, then taking off the small padlock I thread the crotch strap through her pussy rings and lock it at the front. All is concealed by short sweatpants and leggings. We can't do it more often because of the logical bathroom issues. Depending on the length of the tour and the kind of route she wears the hollow dildo or another toy. I also wear the belt with toys from time to time and she keeps the key, though is less usual.

We both wear not too big butt plugs at all times, except in the toilet, obviously. Again they are not big enough to hurt. They are there only for remembering us they are there. We began near four years ago. It is eight cm long, one and a half cm at the narrow part and three cm at the wider, with a three cm wide base. We use them without lube but we are already accustomed.

Bras are still forbidden. When jogging and riding she puts adhesive bandages on her nipples. Otherwise, tight fitting tank tops under her clothes. I also do it myself. My tits are so small I don't need to wear bras. We neither use to wear panties unless we are in our special days of the month. In that case Sam takes off the dildo.

Our second year together, by my birthday, Dido offered me a tattoo. She said she would pay the price for anything I wanted. We went together to the parlor and, leaving her in shock, I chose an ivy. The ivy begins just outside my pussy labia, simulating it goes further inside, which pleased the tattoist a lot. It has five big branches with tens of small leafs. The biggest branch begins at my pussy goes up by my left till my waist, then goes diagonally to the first rib, then horizontally by my left to almost my spine, then up to my neck and finally, from the back on my neck to my right finishing very near to my right ear. All that with tiny branches and leafs. Another big branch goes from the main branch at my waist, to my left and goes down surrounding my left thigh finishing bellow my left buttock. Again branches and leafs. Another big branch begins on the main one at my waist, goes horizontaly by my waist to my right, arriving at my hip goes diagonally up and to my right finishing just under my ribcage at my back. Again branches and leafs. Another big one begins on the main one at my left ribcage, goes diagonally to my breastbone, then up and surrounds my right breast finishing under my right arm. This one also pleased the tattoist. Again branches and leafs. The last big one begins on the main one at the center of my back and goes down making big waves and finishing just over my ass crack. Again tiny branches and leafs. Dido was mouth open during all the procedure. She even touched her pussy from time to time not caring that the tattoist could watch her. That week we had a looooot of sex.

Three years ago Sam had a very strange idea. She wanted to learn how to please men.

-Why?- I asked her.

-Maybe is useful some day.

-Useful?

-Yeah.

-Ooooookey.

We bought a new harness. This one has two penises the same material and length than the old one, but with interesting features. For each thrust with the big one it moves back a little and a switch is activated making the small one vibrate heavily for a very short period. In adition it has a sensor near the base of the long one. If it feels constant pressure around all the base the smaller one keeps vibrating. This way Sam learnt how to deep throat penises, and I had a lot of fun.

Over a period of several months we used to go to pubs with very little clothes, showing a lot of nipples. I looked for guys and she did her thing.

-My friend wants to give you a blowjob. She is very good. We will buy you a beer if you want to- it didn't work all the time. Guys can be very stupid.

The only handicap for the guys was that they needed to be healthy, nothing more, as she wanted variety. After the blow job she tongue kissed me sharing the cum, but only if the cum's flavour was bearable. Bearable, not good, this was suposed to be a challenge, after all. If not she spat it. There are a lot of flavors, for sure. Since her last guys were finished in less than a minute she decided she was skilled enough.

I'm not sure if I liked this or not. I was a bit jealous. One day I asked her a very stupid question. We were in bed. I was hugging her while finger fucking her ass, as I have removed her buttplug. She was tied up at her back as usual and kissing my neck and my tits.

-Do you prefer men or women, slave?

-I prefer you, my queen.

-Yes but...- she stopped kissing me.

-Why are you insulting me, my queen?- she was realy angry-. Don't dare you ask me that.

-But...

-Wait for a week and I'll show. I'm tired of this shit. Really tired.

Next week we went to a locksmith. She insisted on not wearing her small pussy padlock so she had to pull constantly on her hollow dildo for not letting it fall.

-Do you have what I requested you?- she had talked with the locksmith by phone.

He showed us a small golden five digits combitation lock, and Sam gave it to me.

-Choose a combination. One that only you could possibly know, nor me, nor anyone else.

I thought it for a while and I chose. The locksmith did something to the padlock with a small needle and it opened. Sam grabed it.

-Now the combination is fixed, it cannot be changed, and only you know it.

Suddenly she lifted her skirt and locked her pussy rings with the new padlock. The locksmith couldn't believe it. Next she got down on her knees embraced my legs an put his forehead against my crotch like she used to do before asking for something. I'll never forget what she said.

-I love you, my queen. I'm not sure if I can love you more but I swear to you that I will try. I'm not going to cheat on you. Men or women, I don't care. No one is going to touch me without your permission. Please. Please. You must understand- she was crying now-. I want to be perfect for you. I try. I'll try harder. But you keep making hurtful questions. You have doubts, and I don't know what to do. Please, tell me what do you want me to do.

I had listened enough. I knelt with her and we hugged.

-Do you think you are not perfect, slave? If I were a god, I would hate you, because I would be languishing under your shadow- was my answer.

Annotated, no more stupid questions.

Two years ago Dido had a promotion and began working more at home. At the same time the museum had some income problems so several co-workers were fired and the rest of us worked half the hours. Consecuently we had more time together. As always I take off my clothes and put my chains on once the door is closed. By my request she is always naked. We have towels all over the place in everything that we can use for sitting. For obvious reasons we never bring people here. We only eat pizza at the restaurant, for example.

I expend an incredible amount of time licking Dido's pussy. Not only for her amusement, but also for mine. I like her taste. A lot. Many nights I fall sleep between her legs. Many days I wake up her liking her clit and bitting and pulling on her rings. She also does it to me but a little less often. We also did it when we were students, but both were much more stressed and spent much more time with our not very close friends. In addition, we didn't have the same friends, so... Our jobs, though, are mostly rutine.

We've had a few orgasms when kissing or licking each other. I didn't know it is possible such a thing, but it is. I've been there. She uses to tell me to stop when she is working. I apologize, wait for a moment, and do it again.

One day I had an idea.

-Look. We have two options. Either your pussy changes it's taste a lot, and a lot means a lot, because for me, the less improtant of your pussy is its taste- that wasn't entirely true and she knew it-. Or we buy a cage and you lock me in.

-You want a cage?

-I want you to shut up while I lick you. But yeah, a cage.

-Are you sure?

-You're doubting me again? Really?

I don't know shops for this kind of things, so I used the internet to talk to a craftsman. I went to her place and he meassured me well and totally nude. I wanted to give Dido a surprise so I arranged all myself. After a month the craftsman calls me and I go get the package.

There are two cages and a hood. Both cages are prisms so two sides were smaller than the other four. The smaller cage has two sides with metal plates padded on the inside, a small one and a long one touching on one side. On the small one was attached a fifteen cm long three cm wide metal dildo, for my ass, and around it four lockable metal cuffs with short chains, two for my grists and two for my ankes. In the outher side of the small plate four small wheels with brakes so the cage can be moved and fixed. The other four walls are a pattern of small bars. Between the bars there isn't enough room for insert anything bigger than a baby's finger, so Dido can see me but cannot touch me. At the other side of the cage near the door two cuffs for my knees on the long plate, and in front two more for my upper arms. Once inside the double door closes tightly on my neck so my head is out of the cage, each door being half the size of the smaller plate with a rounded hollow gap in the center for my neck. All in white stainless steel. There is a device for bathing domestic cats that closes the same way, I think.

The other cage is bigger, solid black metal five milimeters wide everywere, escept a few holes for breathing. It seems a safe. It is designed for being able to hold the smaller one. Once closed my head is almost touching the door, my face towards the floor. On the floor can be plugged in a especial eighteen cm dildo with sensors at the base. The door can be programmed to open at a specific hour or being closed a specific amount of time, through a small keyboard with numbers and such. It looks like a calculator with a screen and everything. The dildo can be programmed to be something like a punishment. If I deepthroat it and activate the sensors at the base the time of the door reduces or grows or wathever. The door also has a five digit locking combination. The same as my pussy, not a coincidence.

-You have to set the combination, my queen. Here, I show you- I looked away while she chose. -Can you unchain me so we can try the cages, please, my queen?

Once I only had my pussy padlock preventing the hollow dildo from slipping out I prepared the last detail. I took off my wig revealing my bald head. We had looked for a wig the most similar possible to my hair. Then we had shaved my head totally bald with clipper and razor. Dido wasn't happy, but, hey, she wanted to work undistrubed. I put the leather hood on me and closed the zipper from mi crown to the base of my neck. It covers all but my mouth and the base of my nose. We have ball gags and penis gags for that. The hood makes me totally blind and half deaf.

The cage is so small I have to squeeze for getting in. Dido helped me with the ankle and wrist cuffs. Then pushed me until all the metal cock was in my ass. I already couldn't move anything. Then the knee and arm cuffs. Finally she closed de doors and locked the four leather buckles, two at each side of my head, with four strong padlocks. I was totally immobilized, all my weight resting on my stuffed ass.

-Now you can do whatever you want, my queen. You can put me against the wall, or in the trunk of my car or in the floor at your feet. Or you can sit on my face and let me lick that beautiful pussy of yours.

-I like all of the options.

-Can we, please, try the bigger one, my queen?

She put the especial dildo in my mouth, since it can't be done otherwise. She pushed over my cage, so I was on my knees. Then she put me inside the bigger cage and attached the electronic dildo to the cage floor. She pluged it to the wall, as the battery is only for the keyboard, and programmed the door to open in an hour. Once the door closes four stoppers on each wall pin the small cage to the bigger. The stoppers are, simply, retractable small posts. I only had to deepthroat the dildo every thirty seconds, or the door would be closed one minute more for each of my failures. I had to count on my head so it wasn't as easy as it sounds. The door has, of course, a switch for an emergency opening. It also opens by its own after twelve hours, having a small battery only for this function, in case there is a power cut on the building. It's all my idea so I have to live with it.

Next week we make ten years. I already have a present for her. I'm masturbating on my couch, with Sam locked in her small cage looking at my pussy, since is about twenty centimers from it. She isn't wearing the hood, so she can see everything. This is not funny for her. She wants me sit on her cage and lick me. I don't want it because we have already done it this morning. I cum in my fingers and put them in her mouth so she can clean them.

-Thank you, my queen.

-I've already bought your present, slave. I'm sorry but you'll need to get off the cage if you want to try it.

-I also have my present and also need to get out, so I forgive you.

I help her out the cage.

-Where's my gift, my queen?

-On the bed.

She opens the package. Inside there is a strange looking penis. It is made by the same man who made the cages, but the idea is mine. It is a set of eight plastic balls joined together by 2 milimeter lengths of soft plastic between each pair. Each ball smaller than the following one. The bigger four centimeters wide, the smaller is one cm. Fixed perpendicularly to the bigger ball a three cm stainless steel rod ended in a very small ring. Each ball has sealed inside a drop of quicksilver. With every movement the quicksilver moves.

-Is designed to keep you very wet and very horny while at home. I've tried it. Is harsh.

She sees it as a challenge, I'd bet.

-Put it on me.

As always she closes her eyes as I open the padlock. I take off the hollow dildo and put the new one. The smaller ball goes first, the bigger the last. I thread the hasp of the golden padlock through the small ring and her pussy rings so a few milimeters of the bigger ball are poking through her lips. She takes a few steps and stops. She is panting a lot.

-I need to cum, my queen.

-So what are you waiting for, slave?

She takes a few more steps and stops again.

-I think this device of yours won't let me.

-Well that's the idea.

She returns at my side panting again. We hug and tongue kiss a little.

-It's devilish. I will be on the verge all the time. All the time thinking on you. I love it- she hugs me strongly-. Now my gift. I think you will like it. If not, rest assured I will bring you something better, beacuse I love you and I want to make you happy. And that's a fact- She grabs my hand and puts my index finger on her waist pointing to a small leaf.

-You left me alone with the tattooist when you went looking something to drink. Do you remember?

-I do.

-Follow me- She slides my finger through the main branch of her tattoo from her waist to her spine-. So..., what do you say?- she stares at my eyes, but I feel like she is looking inside my soul.

-I don't understand.

-Ok, we go slower- She puts my finger in the same spot than before-. Do you see?- the leaf looks like the letter M.

-Is it an M?

-Yes, it is. Follow me.

When we reach her spine I have to take my finger off her and sit on the bed. She's looking inside my soul, I have no doubt. I'm quivering. She hugs my legs as usual and caresses them.

-Eight years?

-And a half.

-Marry me, my queen. On your skin. All these years.

-That's right.

-I don't understand. I know your body. I kiss and caress it every fucking day. What the fuck?

-Don't worry. You are always distracted. If not your job, it's me, distracting you, all the time.

We remain silent a little longer. Then she talks.

-So you have finally understood who's in charge here.

-You are in charge. I have no doubt. So..., since that is clear, you can tell me, am I going to marry you or not?

3:

I'm wearing a blue denim shirt buttoned up two thirds from the waist up so my tattoo is visible. It's thick pockets on my chest cover my tits so I'm not wearing anything underneath. A brown corduroy button down skirt ending at midthigh varely covers my pussy since the two lower buttons are undone. When I walk, glimpses of my pussy padlock can by seen for anyone paying some attention. Inside me, like always my hollow plastic dildo. On my head my wig. Three cm heeled shoes on my feet. My queen wants me like these, sluty, so I deliver.

She finally comes out of the bathroom. I like more her new haircut, Jean Seberg's style on À bout de souffle. In a few weeks Sharon Stone in Catwoman. That's how she wants it. She is wearing the clothes I've chosen. Black cotton trousers, black flat shoes, and a long sleeved high collared burgundy velvet t-shirt. I like her like this. Well covered. Her body is mine to look at. Period. She is wearing the harness so it bulges clearly.

-Do you have your butt plug, my queen?

-Sorry, I forgot again. Give me a moment.

Once everyone is plugged we can go shopping. We are going to the same store where we bought my clit device. There is a new model slightly smaller, more enduring and more powerful. I'm a little nervous so we go in her car. She parks at a certain distance to the mall, close to some grounds which surprises me. Suddenly se takes off my pussy padlock and my hollow dildo. The message is clear. We go to the back seat and fuck.

-Why have you stopped?- I ask.

-The battery is empty.

-Shit.

Now I understand what for are all those napkins. She puts my dildo and padlock again.

Besides the clit devide we are also buying some plastic nipple shields. They are from the same line of products as the clit device, so they work pretty much the same, tiny needles, phone app, ten meters. My nipples will be totally covered, though.

Once everything is fitted we try it. They are the same colour as the skin they are covering. They can work in unison or separately, also the release sistem. The three of them working together are very uncomfortable, in a good way. With my nipples covered, so I can wear tight fitting clothes as now I'm not pointing out everything all the time.

Then we go dinner. She constantly plays with her fucking app so I cannot concentrate in the food.

-Let me dinner, you irritating child- I say it a little loud as I am tense. She reddens. So cute.

She looks ashamed so I take her hand and kiss it in the back. We are good again. The night is going well. We are celebrating our tenth anniversary. Three days later, but who cares. The important thing about anniversaries is having sex, the rest is policy. In fact, having sex is the important thing, anniversary or not.

In the way to the car our day gets a lot worse. When entering the grounds we cross paths with six men. They look tipsy but not dangerous, as they are good looking and well dressed. Stereotypes are not reliable, for sure.

-Look at this whores- says one of them. This is not a way to talk to a lady.

We try to ignore them. But they insist. One of the grabs Sam's arm and she releases herself. Another one points out at my cock.

-Look, the ugly one is a boy. Let me see that.

He tries to take off my trousers but I dodge him. We keep walking but they surround us. There's no point in trying to reach the car as they will catch us if they want. Sam is more extroverted so tries to talk to them, plus, her first day with me she learnt not to be quiet if not necessary.

-Ok, you're very funny, guys, but we're leaving.

-No you are not- oh, shit.

Three of the men grab me and the other three grab Sam. We both try to be released but they overpower us. The same guy as before tries to undo mi trousers. Maybe he is gay in secret. When he sees my platic cock they laugh.

-Look, guys. They're a horny couple of lesbians. What if we show them what a man can do.

-I don't see any- Sam! What the fuck?

One of them punches her on the face and her wig moves. I'm unable to help her.

-Look the bitch has cancer or something- says the punch guy as he takes off the wig. She's shaved not bald. I guess her hair is not noticeable for drunk people at night.

-Don't worry we have the other- says other guy, must be the smart one.

They take off my shoes, trousers and harness. They seem to like my shaved pussy as they make cheerful comments. Our butt plugs are the same colour as our asses so the guys haven't noticed mine, I guess. They would be commenting it, otherwise. I try to resist but they punch me in my face once and my torso several times. They lay me down. One of them holds my legs, two more at my arms, while a fourth rapes my pussy. The other two are with Sam. Then, one the guys at my arms thrust his penis in my mouth.

-Bit me and I will break your teeth- he doesn't want a blowjob but to fuck my face as he thrusts in and out.

Sam tries to help but they hit her several times. I tell her to desist with a wave of my hand. When the guy raping my pussy is finished comes another. The first was bearable as I use to be wet when Sam dresses as today, much more if I'm wearing the harness. The second one hurts.

The raping keeps going several minutes more, until four of them have cummed in my pussy and two more on my mouth. They don't seem to want more as they leave us while telling themselves how witty they are. Maybe they're tired. Maybe they want to rape another woman and don't want to lose more time.

Sam helps me getting dressed, grabs the harness, and the wig and takes me to the car. She drives as fast as she can looking for a drugstore for getting a contraceptive. Brave girl, it is not the time to talk about my feelings, it is the time to be smart. I take the drug in the store following the pharmacist's tips. The raped and the shaven, what an anecdote to tell. The woman offers herself to call the cops but I don't want to.

-I've heard about this kind of trials. They tend to be more spectacle than justice.

She insist. Sam tells her she will try to make me change my mind.

Dido's right. She had the harness on her and was wet. We called attention at the restaurant. Also was my new jewelry... No, the trial will be a spectable. I help her undress, then undress myself. I take her to the shower. I kneel and suck on her pussy to take off the cum.

-Don't do it, please.

-I'm doing it- I spit all, of course.

We stay several minutes hugging under the water. Then I take her to bed. I put my shackles and collar on, my hands on my back and show them to her. I do it because I want to behave like if were a normal day. Maybe I'm wrong.

-My queen, please, my hands are too loose.

-Sam...

-Please, my queen, I need to know my place.

She connects them with my collar chain. She's face up on the bed so I lay with half my body on top of hers. She hugs me.

-You have done nothing wrong. It's not your fault.

-I know.

-No, you don't know. You're overthinking, because they've frightened you. Listen to me. It's not your fault.

Her eyes redden. She's going to cry.

-Yo can cry, but I will kiss all of your tears. That way they will be for me, not for these guys.

She laughs. Good. That's my girl. Smart. Funny. Brave.

-They've hurt you.

-They've hurt you more. Shut up.

We stay silent for a while. As said I kiss the few tears she's dropping.

-So... Do you prefer men or women?- she's joking, of course. She's nervous, she has to joke. Is a good joke, by the way.

-You have had more men in your pussy than me. You tell me- I taking a risk here. My joke can save the situation or ruin it.

She laughs. A lot. Maybe she is in shock. Maybe I've ruined her for good. Well, is not my fault. What I'm supposed to say when your friend, lover, mistress, whatever, has been raped? There is a guidebook for that? A tutorial on Youtube?

-I think I prefer girls. They are better at certain chores, like wearing chains, or dancing with Ben Wa balls locked on their pussies- she's joking again. I've defeated missfortune again. Ten points for Sam.

-Good choice. Now, shut up. Tomorrow you'll need a good fuck and I'm going to deliver- we both smile and kiss and caress and smile.

Next morning I wake up facing left. Sam is fucking my ass with her tongue.

-What are you doing?

She mumbles something.

-What?

-I've said that your pussy is irritated so I'm trying something new. I've read on a magazine that is posible to have orgasms this way.

-What kind of magazine?

-Shut up and enjoy.

-Well, I'm liking it a lot, but orgasms... I don't think so- I say after a while.

-Ok, we'll keep trying- she stops-. Now make me breakfast.

-Why me?

-Because I'm chained.

-Right, sorry. But first...

I change her hollow dildo for Eightballs and thread the padlock through the pussy rings and the small ring. Eightballs is the name Sam has given to the toy I gifted her last week. We went to the kitchen and I began making breakfast. Sam was panting and biting her lower lip while staring at my ass.

-What are you doing? Move.

-Ok, help me on my knees.

-What? No. Go take a walk. Make sure all the furniture is where its supposed to be- she is surprised. Hesitates a little. Then starts walking.

I put the food on the table and call her. I put her wrist shackles on the front. She's so nervous that I have to help her eat. I hug her from behind.

-Sorry. It is too much?

-I just need a moment. Keep hugging me, kiss my neck.

-Should I call you my queen?

-Right, sorry, my queen. Do whatever you want.

-I want to hug you and kiss your neck.

Then we shower together. Her inner thighs are stiky and reeking on pussy juice so I clean them with my tongue. She looks at me with hate and love at the same time if that's possible. With the shower off we sit on the floor. I embrace her from behind. I caress her tits and she does the same with my pierced nipples since her hands are in her back again.

An amazing idea comes to my mind.

-I have an idea.

-Oh, no.

-Oh, yes. We are going put an IUD into our uterus, and are going to fuck some men.

-What the fuck?

-Well, for me is a maybe, but you are doing it.

-I'm not...

-You're- I interrupt her-. You have to wipe out yesterdays memories.

-Sam...

-We'll do it next week.

Later Dido puts me on my cage cause she has some work to do on her laptop. I convince her to sit on my cage directly in front of my face so I can lick her ass while she works.

-Spread your asschecks.

-I have to work.

-I want to reach deeper. Spread'em.

-I'm busy.

-Take a fucking rest and spread'em, or lock me on the safe- that's how we call the bigger cage.

-I can also gag you.

-Very good, you have three options, choose.

I finish my work and help her out the cage. I really don't know why did we buy it since Sam keeps distracting me. No orgasm, so we're not buying that magazine again. I take Eightballs off her pussy and make her cum with my tongue and fingers. Her moans fill the room. Now we are laying down face to face on the couch. I hug her. She wears her collar and her shackles on wrist and ankles again, with her hands linked to her collar on her back.

-The ass licking is nice. Do you want some?

-I do, but first we are going to talk about my idea.

Two weeks later here we are in our bed with a guy Dido knows from her job. We both have our IUDs. I don't need it since no man is going to put his cock in there until Dido allows it and I want to and both cases are little likely. My pussy is for my queen. I just thought it would be fairer if I was to receive the same procedure. I'm wearing a loose black sweater, loose cotton black trousers, and black flat shoes. The wig and the hollow dildo are also there. I'm trying to be the less sexy I possibly can, since I'm going to be watching sitting on a chair but don't want to distract them. Dido and the guy, whose name is John, are totally naked. John is a normal man physically speaking, not very handsome, not ugly, not fit, not fat. medium height, medium cock size, lacking some hair, anything special. Is kind, discreet, comprehensive, healthy and single, though. We've hidden all the kinky stuff for not scaring him including Dido's buttplug.

-You don't mind I'm here right- I say.

-I'm not sure.

-You've already agreed with the terms.

-Yes, but, is the first time I do this so...

-Ok. We have pills for you. You know, the blue ones. I'm here to help, so if you need a hand job or a blow job just tell me. The same for you, Dido.

-Ooooookey...

-Is friday, so we have all night. Your goal is to cum four times inside her. Once in her pussy, ass and mouth, at least, and once more wherever you want. If you can do it, she likes it and you are discreet at work, then we might do it again some day. We're good?

-Yes.

-The lube for her ass is on the bedside table. You can begin.

Like many men he wants to start with a blowjob. Dido only has given one in her entire life, to a friend in highschool, so is not very skilled. She had sex with men only twice more as she was unable to enjoy it. After that only girls. Today is going to enjoy it, because the moment I see her suffering I'm going to lick her clit even if John is still inside her pussy. That's the first and more important rule for today, Dido has to enjoy it. The second rule is John has to enjoy, of course. He's a person, not a toy. I've given Dido some tips for the blowjob and seems to be working, because John is moaning. He cums in her mouth. The third rule is we are going to share every amount of cum that enters her body. I'm going to suck with my mouth the cum form her ass and pussy and then we will swallow it while tongue kissing.

Now he is fucking her pussy. She grabs my hand. She fears she is going to hate it. She is enjoying it, though. John is being gentle as requested. Today we have not had any sex so we both are horny. This way is easier. He keeps pounding until he cums. Then goes the ass.

-So now I choose.

-I prefer you to do her pussy, cause is more pleasant. But yeah, it's up to you.

He does her pussy again. I suck her for the third time and we kiss while he lays down on the bed. I kneel beside John.

-Do you want a shower?

-No, thanks.

Before he leaves I hug him. I should be angry since this guy has fucked my fiancee several times. I'm grateful, though. Dido has not orgasm but has enjoyed it, therefore I also have.

-Thank you a lot- I kiss her in the cheek. Dido does the same.

Once we are alone we talk about it.

-So, do you want more?

-I don't know... It's not my thing. You're my thing. Will you participate if we try again?

-You decide who touches me and who doesn't.

-I might do it once more. But only if you take part.

-If we do it I'd prefer to have my pussy unlocked and unplugged, my queen. I'm not going to let him fuck me there but...

-You don't want him to see certain things. No problem. Our buttplugs will also be hidden like mine today. Come- She takes my hand-. Now it's your time to cum in my mouth.

4:

NOTE: This chapter has a new main character.

Sluts. They are all sluts. All the women. Not my mother. My mother is blessed. All the other women, sluts. My cousin John has told me about two horny sluts he knows. I already knew them. I've made two cages and a dildo for them. I was planning on making more stuff for them, even free of charge. Earn their trust. Become their friend, their confident. Now John knows where they live as he has been there. He has another appointment with them next friday. I will be there too.

And here we are. Friday night. I can see the brunette opening the door. She kisses John on the cheek. What a slut. I'm at the end of the corridor, she cannot see me. Plus John is distracting her. About then minutes later my cell phone rings. I'm in the street now, inside my van. It is John. I grab the two big suitcases. John opens for me the main gate of the building. I take the elevator and soon I'm in their apartment. John knows about drugs and has put them to sleep. The blonde is shaved, that's unexpected. They're both fully naked in their bed. John is smiling.

-Hellow again, Frank.

-Any trouble?

-No.

I open the suitcases. They are big enough for squeezing a woman inside with her head on her knees.

-How much time do we have?

-The sedative is strong. We are in no hurry.

Next morning I awake the sluts. I had been with both of them at my workshop in the city, so they don't know how far they are from their home now. They are laying on the floor face down on the cement floor on a square cell three meters wide. The cell is a hut built side by side to my family's old house at my farm. The walls and ceiling are also cement, the door three cm thick solid wood. They have their heads and their wrists locked on a strong wooden yoke. The yoke is one and a half meter long, four cm thick, eight cm wide. Their heads are at the middle with the hands a the sides. Almost at the ends of the yoke are attached two iron fifteen cm chains with iron cuffs, the cuffs padlocked over the sluts knees. The slut's ankles are cuffed with a five cm chain each, the chains attached to hooks fixed on the floor. This way they are pinned to the floor very spread and unable to move. They look liked a frog just before it jumps.

For awaking the sluts I spark them in their G-spot with my electric cattle prod. They have a fifteen cm long three cm wide penis gag each, so they can sob but they cannot shout. They look at me with fear. I'm giving them good reasons. The gags are only for the first morning, once explained the rules I will take them off.

-Good morning sluts. My name is Frank, master Frank for you. You're here to be trained. You think men and women are the same. That's a lie. Women must serve men. You're going to learn to serve men properly. Thanks to a depilatory cream master John developed now you only have hair on your eyebrows and eyelashes- I've shaven them during the night-. You will be like this at least one year. I'm not going to modify further your body. Is your soul what I'm going to modify. Whaterver happens to you once trained and sold, alone or separated, is not my business. You're unworthy sluts. I'm a about a month you will be worthy sluts. You're training begins now. At the end of it you'll become true women.

The yokes have two chains attached on top at both sides. The chains go to the ceiling, pass through a pulley on the ceiling and end behind the sluts where I've padlocked them to four hooks fixed to the walls. John gets in the cell and helps me pull on the chains so the sluts are put on their knees with their heads at crotch height. Their faces when they see John make me laugh.

-Listen carefully. After I spark you, you have ten secons tops to say these words with a big smile: Good morning master. How can this slut serve you today? You must say it with pride and joy, a big smile on your face. You must be alluring as you want us to take care of you. Within a time it will be easy for you as you're going to love me with all your souls. Since you two are a loving couple, for every mistake you make, the other one gets punished. Making mistakes means disobeying me or John anyway, which includes talking without permission. Women don't receive pleasure, only give it, so orgasming is the worst mistake you can possibly make. If any of you orgasms you both will receive a extremely hard punishment. Understood?

Turn an unworthy slut into a woman is not easy. There are two strategies mainly, pain and pleasure. We use both. We have to humiliate them, make them feel worthless, break their will. I put a vibrating egg inside of each of their pussies, then close their lips with a small strong iron padlock. I normally use chastity belt but in this case its not necessary. I control the eggs with two wireless controlers. I need to change batteries several times a day but it is necessary. Whenever they obey a simple order, like "go there" or "bring me that", or whenever they are weakly whipped the egg is on a low vibration. Whenever they do something humiliating or seriously whipped the egg is on medium. Whenever they do something very humiliating or severely whipped the egg is on high.

I raise their yokes so they are on their feet totally straight. I give them the morning treatment, four weak whips at the back, four at the front, two on each tit and two more on their cunts. The egg is on low. The whip is, eight forty cm long strips of thick leather joined together in a handle. The morning treatment is not supposed to hurt but to help them remember which is their place. It hurts, though.

I put a sirik on each of them. A twenty cm chain between her wrists and ankles, a one meter chain joining the other two. All padlocked with her hands at her back. Then I take them out and make them do pointless chores like opening a trench with shovels and closing it again, or building a wall with bricks and overthrowing it later, always on the grounds around the house. This is supposed to keep them ocuppied, tired, useless as all they do is quickly undone and horny as the egg is on low constantly. Also it serves as an excuse for punishing them if they don't obey quickly. Whenever one of them doesn't obey or obeys late or hesitantly I punish the other one. The punishment is the same treatment with the whip as before but with stronger blows. The egg on medium. They must receive the punishment perfectly still and with a smile. If not, it also counts as disobeying. On their first day the sluts use to get tens of blows.

In mid afternoon John comes back from her work at the lab and the fun begins. We put the sluts on their yokes kneeling with their heads at crotch height, their ankles also locked. We want them to be able to receibe a very harsh treatment without loosing the smile, loosing the smile also count as a mistake and is punished with more blows. We fuck them in all their holes with deep, strong, thrusts without any lube. We rape them without any kind of mercy. Once we've cum in a all of our slut's holes we do the same to the other slut. We go from one slut to the other until we're spent. The first week they cry a lot so we put them straight pulling on the yokes and whip them for every mistake, fourteen severe blows for every ejaculation they've not received with a smile. They have to swallow with a smile every amount of cum on their mouths. During all the ordeal the egg is on medium, except when we fuck their cunts. The punishment, as always, is delivered to the slut who has not make the mistake. During the whipping the egg also in medium.

After the punishments we put the sluts kneeling with their heads a crotch height, their pussies and asses leaking cum nonstop. We padlock the door closed, leaving them there to watch each other's suffering and enter the house to take a rest, dinner, and watch some TV.

At midnight we return to the cell. I put their egg on high, max power says the switch on the controler. When in high, the egg can be heard from a distance of several meters, and their groins shake noticeably. We masturbate a little, and, once the cock is hard we each insert only the tip in a slut's mouth. Then we grab them firmly by their necks trying not to choke them. With one strong, quick thrust we enter them balls deep. Then we pee directly into their throats until our bladders are empty. We always try not to pee in all day so they can have a lasting, strong, smelly, orange colored stream of piss. We punish them if they spill a single drop or if their faces don't show true gratitude.

I'm a tall, fit, handsome guy. Also humble, though. As I am stronger than John I'm better at what comes next. I put on my hands a pair of gloves, which are made with a material developed by John. The material is hard on the outside and soft on the inside at the palms of my hands. I take very seriously what I'm going to do now. I feel pride and joy when I do it right. Shame and sadness if not. I'm going to reward the sluts for their efforts, as they are not guilty for being sluts. They need my help. Both John and I enjoy training sluts. That's true. But we don't do it for amusement. Well, not only. We do it for them. They need us. They need our treatment. They can't become respectable true women without our help.

I put myself in front of a slut. I lift my right hand very high like if I were hailing to someone very far from me. Then I turn a little my upper body. Like if I were some golf player making a swing I use the power of my torso to give the slut a powerful slap on her left check. Then I do exactly the same with my left hand. After that I repeat the procedure with the other slut. My special globe prevents me from hurting my hands, while enhancing the slut's pain. As always they must receibe their reward with a smile. Today they have both ruined the most important moment of the day with their sobs so we have to give them a very strong whipping. The eggs still at high.

Once we've finished the whipping we put them on the floor and fasten the knee cuffs, so they're again spread and immobile.

-Smile you sluts, all of this is for your well-being. Before I close the door you have to say the next words: Thank you master John and master Frank for teaching us. Tomorrow this slut will serve you better than it did today. You must say it with pride and joy, a big smile on your face. You must be alluring as you want us to come back tomorrow. Exactly the same as in the morning. If not you will be punished.

The next day we wake them up with the cattle prod sparking her G-spot as usual at six in the morning. First thing, whip them for not being persuasive enough last night. Severe whipping, eggs on medium. Now we can begin the day. I put their eggs on max power. Then we give the slut's our morning piss. We give them a cold shower with a hosepipe brought from the house's garden. Also clean their teeth and trim their nails. Then John leaves as he has to travel a couple of hours to reach the lab where he worked with the brunette slut.

I put the eggs on low and give the sluts their breakfast. We feed them with a thick tasteless paste John have developed. It has all the nutrients the sluts are going to need for the day. We serve it on a dog bowl and they eat it without using their hands. We call it Slut-food. After punishing them for not smiling, I take them for their daily pointless chores after the morning weak whipping.

This loop keeps going for weeks. The only exception are sundays. These days we put a poop turd on top of their paste inside the dog bowls. Al usual they have to smile and enjoy while eating it, the egg on full power. I like them to eat the poop directly on your asses, but is better for their education if they can see it and smell it. Sadly we can only do it once a week because is very unhealthy.

After a time being constantly stimulated while being humilliated and mistreated, their brain patterns change. They are no more capable of separating humiliation and pain from pleasure. It comes a time in which the vibrating eggs are not necessary because their juices are flowing constantly, though I prefer to keep using them for more security. Is not strange to see a slut moaning when receibing a whiping or eating a turd.

As we tame the sluts a little we can begin to release them form the yokes and they are more active in the raping sessions. Instead of fucking their throats we can ask them for blow jobs. We prefer the fucking, but teaching them to give blow jobs is also part of the training. The blonde is better at this during our first attempts.

The first weeks the two sluts were learning at the same rhythm, but then, the brunette kept improving her skills while the blonde was unable to. What can I say? Some people is just too silly for learning anything. After about a month of training the brunette passes the test and becomes a worthy slut. Worthy sluts live inside the house doing the chores a home maid should plus a lot of sex, the test being to expend a full week without making any mistake.

Being a worthy slut is an honor but also a liability. She sleeps inside an iron cage with a plate at the base. The cage is made of strong iron bars about one cm and a half, with ten cm gaps between them. The door is like the other walls and every night is padlocked. The cage is so small she has to sleep on ther knees with the forehead touching the door or on her side making a ball.

She has much more sex. She prepares all the food, including the Slut-food. If they are to be whipped for any reason she receives more powerful beats. Of course she gets also her morning light whipping, so she has to grab the back of her head, point her elbows to the sky and receive all the blows with a big grateful smile. There are more little differences but the rest is pretty much the same.

I must clarify we don't need to wait for any mistake from the sluts as we torture them whenever we want. We never tell them the reason of the whippings. They also enjoy it, after all, as the moisture on their pussies can prove.

The blonde one keeps her daily rutine on the outside. I lock her in the cell for many hours a day since I have inside the house a very horny slut in need of cocks. The blonde keeps asking about her fiancee, while the brunette doesn't seem to care. She everyday receives punishments because of the blonde's stupid mistakes, so maybe she is tired of her.

John and I put a lot of effort training them. Work is not the only important in live, though. We have two horny sluts desperate to serve us, so there's no reason for no having some fun. Sometimes, at the morning, I spark the sluts even if they are awake. Very often, I fuck them slowly with the cattle prod and spark them when they are on the verge. In a few weeks they've learnt to love my cattle prod, as they are very horny before and after the spark. Next step is training them for orgasming with the spark. Difficult but possible, we'll see. I will punish them later, of course. I spark the brunette slut when is caged only beacuse I'm bored, she even opens her slit for me and always smiles.

Sometimes, I walk over them when they are in frog position on their jokes only to make them feel miserable. Once John and I entered theit asses deep balls when in this posture and slept over them.

When both of them where in the cell we used to put them in frog position face up. This allowed very funny games. We sometimes put one laying down over the other and fucked the one in top. Other times we put our dinner on their stomachs so they could smell it. We had to eat sitting on the floor but we could fuck their cunts with our food and dip it in their juices, when the food had cylindrical shape like french fries or carrots. Once a month instead of waking them up with a spark on their G-spot I kick their pussies with my steel-capped boots like if it was a penalty on a football match. Their cunt remain red and swollen for several days.

After taming them we began to put them laying down on their backs for and advanced, but entirelly optional training. With their mouths open we feed them with our pee while we are standing. We also put our asses directly on their mouths, and they spread our ass checks with their hands. They make a seal with their mouths on our arseholes and suck while we poop. We wait as they chew and then keep going. We play with their clit and finger fuck them in the meantime. Once we're finished they lick us clean. During their second month with us they expend quite a bit of time licking our asses.

We've taught the sluts how to use her cunt muscles, and she now can give massages to the cock of whoever is inside her. We've also taught them to use their teeth properly when they suck our cock. Also they've learnt to lick our balls. We already don't need to make any effort while raping their holes as they deep ball our cocks and rape themselves. We do it anyway as we don't want to lose practice.

We also teach them a game called "Follow the stream". They kneel about half a meter from our cock. We aim at their mouth and shot our pee. Then we move the stream slowly making them move. We seem like Hindu snake charmers. As the stream begins to weaken they bring their mouths closer to our cocks, ending with their lips around the tip of our cock not wanting to spill the last drops. John and I laugh when we see the puddle of pussy juices as soon as we finish our exercises.

Once a week we put them some thick latex hoods with holes at their mouths and noses and lock them in place with four cm wide five milimeters thick dog collar with an iron D ring at the front and two cm iron spikes all around pointing forward, a one meter leather leash with a clasp fastened to their necks, their ears plugged. Once blind and deaf we video tape our funny games and upload them to some porn sites on the dark web, without the sluts knowing anything. John and I also wear our face covered. This is our main source of income. These two sluts are being very profitable.

They where reluctant the first times we played these games but with a combination of good whiping and constant sexual stimulation, they ended up loving all of them. I'm not exaggerating, if I say that we've unleashed two very well trained pain sluts. Is not any kind of psychological conditioning like that Pavlov guy would say. We're only making them bring out their deepest desires. Women are brainwashed from the moment they're born to believe they're persons, and it's terrible All women are like these two sluts when their minds are freed from such absurd lies.

Somedays we invite some friends to party. They even use to bring the untrained unworthy sluts they call "wife" much to my disgrace as these "wifes" see themselves as people not tools. Someday I will train them to. They need to now their place. Anyways, when visitors come our worthy slave becomes the center piece of a very long gang bang. Her lesbianism is no yet eradicated as she still prefers to lick pussies rather than sucking cock. I sometimes feel disgust as I see her sleeping at her cage, covered in cum.

John and I always ask our friends to be harsh, even violent, as the slut likes it, but they don't want to. They clearly don't understand true women. At one of the gang bangs we managed to accomplish what we call a "Full slut". If a slut has, at the same time, three cocks balls deep inside her ass, pussy, and mouth while masturbating two more cocks with her hands and all five cum at the same time, then we have a "Full slut". I was so proud I had to reward her properly. I put on her cunt two vibrating eggs at full power and slapped her face two times in each side as strongly as if I wast beating my worst enemy. The slut's cunt exploded like a volcano as she had a five minutes lasting orgasm. I'd bet the blonde slut was able to hear her fiancee's screams of ecstasy. I whipped her for an hour the next morning. The brunette licked all the juices she left on the floor, with a smile of course.

This was two weeks ago. The brunette hasn't orgasmed since that day. I've tried to make her cum. I sometimes fuck her pussy kindly. I've licked her clit like a lover would do. I even let her ride my cock once and ordered her to enjoy it. She enjoyed it a lot but didn't orgasm. Anything works. The blonde is also very good avoiding orgasms. It's her only virtue.

I'm very happy with the brunette slut. Her amazing skills make me hugely proud. It could even past the test and become a true woman. As she is a lesbian the test would be stimulating her cunt for an hour with the eggs at full power while John or myself play with her clit, since I don't think the blonde slut is going to be capable of doing it properly. True women don't orgasm. True women only serve and obey. If she passes the test she will be sold for a good money. She will never go back home.

I weak up at six o'clock as usual. It's been like two and half months training these too sluts. The slut's cage is empty. What the fuck? I go to the blonde's cell and is also empty. Am I hearing police sirens?

5:

NOTE: I'm really sorry for all the crazy male chauvinist nonsense on chapter four. The girls are coming back right now.

The trial was an espectacle as I feared. And I really don't want to talk about it. John and Frank are going to be in jail for a very long time. Sam and myself both had their DNA all over our bodies so... We suspect that there are more victims since they seemed to have everything very well prepared, sadly it was impossible to find these poor girls. Their friends thought all was consensual and got rid of all problems. In the middle of the trial Sam and I discovered that we are extreme porn stars on the dark web. Fortunately our parents didn't saw the films. We still had a very vivid memory of several of these sessions.

Our bank accounts have enough money for paying the mortgage several months. We are going to recover our jobs. On the other side, we have no friends left, and our families can't look us in the eye. I don't blame them. I would also be in shock if I were in their situation. Everythings is going to be... Sorry... I'm not in the mood for talking right now.

I still cry when I remember that conversation. It was during the third week of our kidnapping. We were on the floor fastened to the yokes, cum spilling out of our pussis and asses.

-Are you awake?- said Dido.

-Yeah.

-1-0-9-5-5. This is the combination for your golden lock. Is the amount of money I paid for the harness I used on you our first night together.

-What?- What?

-I trust you, so I can tell you the combination, because I know you are not going to cheat on me.

-Well, they're raping me, so...

-I'm not blaming you on that.

-I'm very tired, Dido...

-I need you to trust me now. You love only me. I love only you. I should've made you the same promise you made at the locksmith, at the very moment.

-I forgive you. Now let me sleep- What the fuck? Had she gone mad?

-I'm going to earn their trust. I'm going to make those assholes love me. I'm going to get us out of here.

-We are going...

-No, I'm doing it.

-Why you?

-Because I'm full lesbian.

-And...?

-I'm going to hate every second.

-I'm also going to.

-No, you're bisex, the probability of you enjoying it is bigger.

-No, it isn't.

-Slave...

-Don't slave me, Dido!

-Slave, obey me. You always do what you want.

-Because you allow it.

-Now we are doing what I want.

-Oh, shut up- I was crying at this point.

-Obey me, slave.

-My queen, please...

-You just make sure you're not leaving this cell. Make mistakes. One or two each day.

-They are going to punish you a lot for my faults. You are going to hate me.

-What!? How dare you? That's not possible. I'm not capable of hating you. Period.

We stay silent for a moment.

-There's another reason but is a bit selfish.

-Tell me.

-I need to remember you like this.

-Spread in a yoke?

-Mine. I need to remember you mine. Not as a sex toy for these motherfuckers. Since I found you tied on your bed. I've not even taught, not for a second, on touching any other person. I need you totally mine because I'm totally yours.

It was the worst conversation of my life as I couldn't change her mind. I was crying like a child.

-Look at my eyes, slave. I'm going to get you out of here. Then I will marry you.

Two months after that weird conversation I still thought I was right. No, sorry. I was right. Took me weeks to memorize all the creaking wooden boards in the floor of that house, since I was locked in the cage almost all the time. Took me a week more, to learn how to take the key for my cage from the key ring. I needed to separate his belt form his trousers, as the ring was threaded there, take the specific key from the ring and reatach his belt, all while sucking his cock. He preferred to fuck my face instead of letting me suck him so I hadn't many opportunities. I used to cook for them so putting them to sleep was easier. Once off the cage, piece of cake. Take his belt. Set Sam free. Run.

Dido has bought a wig for her, black hair arriving at chin height. I also wear mine. We've come to the piercing parlor where I put on my pussy rings. Dido wants the same golden welded ones I have. Then we go to the sex shop were we bought my hollow dildo and buy another for Dido. She finds difficult keeping it inside her. Our butt plugs are also there of course. Later we go to the same locksmith whom golden padlock I wear every day and buy another for Dido. I choose as combination the day of hour wedding. She kneels and makes me the same promise I made. The locksmith must be boring to see us.

We've been trying to become the persons we were before the kidnap. Our hair has not yet begun to grow, so is a constant reminder. We dress as we used to. Loose shirts and short skirts for her. High neck, long sleeved shirts and long trousers for me. Our pussies almost always full with the holow dildoes and locked with our small golden padlocks. Butt plugs in our asses. Wigs almost necessary.

Is very difficult, tough. Those assholes did something to our brains. We don't enjoy sex as much as before. We don't enjoy anything the same way as before. Our pussies aren't working in a way we can understand. One day I cut myself while cooking and my pussy gets wet. I told Sam and she also had had experiences like that. Humiliation, pain and pleasure mixed toguether. One day we pissed in each other mouth and we both felt great pleasure. Sometimes while using the electronic harness, our body hurts like after the whippings. We both need it to be roughly inserted on us for having pleasure. We're always sad. We cry a lot. We are fucked up, for good. Hey, there goes a pun.

One day Sam had an idea. We dressed sexy and went clubbing. Humiliation, pain and pleasure. We talked to strangers and asked them for fucking our faces and raping our asses. Pussies not available. Not being gentle with us was mandatory. We shared every amount of cum that entered our bodys tongue kissing after licking each other ass if necessary, no matter the taste. We even requested them to slap our faces.

The night was going well, we were having some fun. Sam was talking to another guy when, suddenly, I understood. I grabbed her hand, hugged her and kissed her, calm, soft. She responded as always. For a moment John, Frank and all of the other suckers that have insulted us, despised us, injured us, and humiliated us, were nothing. Nobodys.

-Hey, I was talking to her- said the guy Sam was talking to.

-Go fuck yourself- was her response. I told her about my revelation.

It's been eleven months since the kidnapping. We're getting married, at last. We are signing the papers at the city council. Our clothes are the same pyjamas the policemen gave us the day we escaped. Our wigs at home. Our witnesses are John and Frank, since they've received a special permission for such matter. Our guests the cops who guard them. Then we go home to celebrate as we've planned. The cops stay at the street. Weeks ago we went to the farm to take some things. We took the vibrating eggs, the jokes, the gloves, the dog bowls, the cattle prod, the siriks, the whip and some padlocks with their keys. Today we are going to use all of them.

All what's going to happen has been planned to the last detail by phone. Only because of their presence our bodies and minds get into character. They deny it, but we've been psychologically conditioned into obeying them, we cannot avoid it. Well..., more or less... A part of our brain cannont avoid it, for being precise.

Dido has prepared a fantastic meal for John and Frank. Roast steak, mashed potatoes, a very expensive wine. Delicious. Before they begin to eat at our table, they put us on the floor with our yokes fastened including the knee cuffs. Immobile and vulnerable our love juice begins to leak on the floor. Frank sparks us on the G-spot, so we say our line the way they like it: Good morning master. How can this slut serve you today? We are well trained sluts, that's a fact. They know how to treat us, cheap unworthy sluts. They're going to create a Magna opus on the art of dominating bitches.

In front of our faces there are the two dog bowls with Slut-food cooked by Dido. On top of it a big light brown turd. The guys have been several days without pooping, because they wanted to give us a big one. We taste everything with a smile. Once we've all finished our dinner, they take off our yokes and we clean our teeth. They put in our pussies the vibrating egg on medium, since Frank has the controlers, and they padlock us keeping the key. They put us the siriks on our backs and we kneel. We suck their cocks until they're hard and they put the tip on our open inviting mouths. They grab strongly our necks. We tilt our head back, the throat bust be straight, as we don't want to damage their cocks and anger them more. Our pussies get wet at the expectation. With one quick, strong thrust they enter us balls deep giving us the pee they've been keeping for almost twenty two hours. We drink it all with a smile. We wanted to do this with the yokes but were too heavy without the pulleys.

For two hours they watch a basketball game sitting at our couch. We give them a blow job non stop like if we were babys sucking her mother's tit. Every time their time scores we kiss the tip of their cocks softly and. fondly. Every time the game stops we change cock. The eggs on low. All the time they are drinking beer. If their team wins, they will tell us how much were they going to charge to whoever would buy Dido. Their team loses.

With the game finished they take off the the sirik. It's rape time. We have bought some blue pills and some cocaine. They rape us for hours. They don't want blow jobs, nor massages with our pussy muscles. They want to ruin our holes. We swallow with a smile all the cum they gives us, and is a lot, cause in jail is not easy to have sex the way they want it. I swallow all the cum in my mouth and in Dido's, pussy and ass. She does the same with mine. All the time the eggs on medium except when raping our pussies. We endure all with a big smile.

It's four in the morning when they finish. Their cocks are very irritated, so each of them give a very hard whiping to each of us. Then do it again for putting them in jail, so Dido and I have received four whippings each. All with the eggs at medium. The big smiles still there.

It's five in the morning so they have to poop again. Our open mouths make a seal on their arseholes and we start to suck as we used to do. We've put some laxative in their food, so glog after glob of tasty hot liquid enters our mouths. Then we lick their asses for several minutes sticking our tongues as deep as possible. Always smiling, eggs at full power.

Then we play the snake charming game as they piss in our mouths. No drop escapes our eager swallowing. Always smiling, eggs at full power.

Now Frank puts on his special globes. Dido and I get four slaps in each of our faces. Franks has spent a lot of time in the jail's gym. Also has a lot of anger to release, so our faces are going to hurt for days. Our faces show the shape of her hands in bright red. Always smiling, eggs on full.

Finally they take off our pussy padlocks and eggs. They dress and leave the moment we say our line the way they like it: Thank you master John and master Frank for teaching us. Tomorrow this slut will serve you better than it did today.

Since we've not orgasmed throughout the day, we fuck in our bed after cleaning our mouths.

We give back all their stuff. We're not going to forget our time with them. Like Frank said, our souls have changed. We must accept that. We've spent the first day of our honeymoon with them. They believe they still own us. That's not true. We were sending them a message very clear for anyone who's listening. We were telling them, that we are now in control. We were saying them goodbye and never again. They didn't understand it, though. Some people is just too silly for understanding anything. We were also saying goodbye to the anger, the fear, the sadness and the shame. We accept what we are now. We are pain sluts. Let's get the party started.

The day they both will have got out of jail, we will kill them and bury them on their fucking farm, not for anger, but to protect the women they would probably hurt in the future. It will be easy, as they think they are in control.

6:

Dido wants to make something clear. Brave girl. We go to the same tattoo parlor who made mine. We wear our butt plugs, our golden padlocks and a pair of Ben Wa's. I wear a bright red wrap around skirt so small that my left leg is almost totally visible and the padlock is showing beneath. My thin green tank top is so small that its bottom is two cm under my tits. Five cm high heeled sandals on my feet. Dido wears white tight fitting thin slacks and a white tight fitting semi sheer button down shirt. The same at her feet. Her shirt is fully buttoned to the neck but doesn't conceal anything. Her nipple rings are joined with a new four milimeters wide chain with two tiny clasp at both ends, all clearly visible through the cloth. The chain is so short that her tits are pointing forward. Each Ben Wa has a three cm wide nylon cord attached to the bottom ball, the cord hanging beside the padock. Mine is clearly visible.

First thing I ask the tattoist for fixing mine, since has already several years. Then Dido undresses fully. She wants to wear some sentences and wants to use my handwriting. I don't know what is she putting but I like the general idea she told me. On her pussy, surrounding her labia, just where the pink skin ends "Only Sam allowed here", with one cm high letters. Just below her neck "Piss guzzler" two and a half cm. Just on top of her ass crack "Well abused", four cm. On her mound, just below her bikini line "Sex toy", three cm. On her back, between her shoulder blades "Insatiable slut", ten cm. On her stomach, halfway between her navel and her tits "Cum depot", eight cm. On the sides and back of her head, from the top of one ear to the other "Pain addict", two cm. On each of of her inner thighs, just below her pussy lips "Falls of happiness", "Falls of" in one line "happiness" below, two cm high. This two are more difficult for the tattoist as Dido's pussy is leaking constantly due to the pain caused by the tattoos, so he has to stop from time to time and clean the area with a napkin. During all the procedure his cock is rock hard.

The message is clear to me. She's telling everyone who's she. You don't like it? Well, that's your problem.

-Do the tattoos say the truth?- asks the tattoist. Is young, about our age. Slim. Seems unhealthy.

-Yes, they do- Says Dido as she begins to put her clothes on.

-So... Can I have some?

-Some what?

-Well..., some of that ass?- Dido smiles.

-Are you sure?

-Yes...?

-You keep thinking about it. Call me when you're sure and we'll see- we pay, dress and leave.

Our honeymoon road trip has just begun. From the tattoo parlor, we go south, to the sun. Sam's car is a convertible. We've left our wigs at home so we can enjoy cool air. Sam's tank top was moving a lot so she has taken it off. She's driving, so every passing car driver can see her. I have my legs well spread because my slave has ordered my to undo my zip fly and play with my clit as if I were at home. My padlock and nylon cord dangle. I'm not allowed to orgasm, she wants me horny as hell.

-I'm about to orgasm, slave- I'm moaning more than talking.

-Stop a minute, then keep going, five minutes more.

Funny thing, twenty minutes ago upon exiting the city, I've requested Sam to use my pussy to torture me a little bit. I'm on the verge again.

-Ok, stop. In a minute I'm going to press on your clit with my finger and you're going to climax. If you don't do it right then, you will be punished with two days on denial- My slave is a true domme.

-Yes, slave.

The minute passes and Sam grazes lightly my clit. The towel under my ass now has a lot to absorb.

-You make it too easy for me.

-I told you years ago. I'm going to make you happy- we kiss a little as she's driving. When I reach my zipper for closing it realize my crotch area has a big stain.

-Leave it open, my queen. Let it have some cool breeze.

We stop at a rest area with a gas station and a restaurant. Sam puts on her top. We put some gas and enter the restaurant. Soon the manager aproaches us.

-This is a family restaurant, we don't want your kind here, leave.

-Do you not want married couples?- other couples have wedding rings and fake promises. We have padlocks and true love. He looks tu us with disgust.

-Please leave now.

-Can we order something and eat in our car?

-Fine- money is money. They give us our food in tuppers and we eat in the car. Is not the first time we're treated like this and we are prepared. We put a tablecloth on the floor beside the car and use our cutlery. When Dido finishes eating she hides between some bushes and does her toilet business front and rear. We have some toilet paper for that in the car. I also go a while after. I'm cleaning myself when suddenly a group of four men finds me.

-Well, well, well- says one of them-. It's a very big squirrel- they laugh.

I end the cleaning, and put on the butt plug.

-Have you seen that, guys? The slut wants to be full. We can help you with that you know?- I smile.

-No thanks, I'm full enough- I begin to walk. One of them grabs my arm. Oh, shit not again. At least Dido will be fine this time-. Look, I really have to go. Don't do this more difficult.

-Difficult? It's not difficult. It's very easy. You're a slut in need of some cocks to fill your holes, and we have some cocks- now I have a dilemma. Be raped by four men or run towards the car and put Dido in risk. Well, I surely don't want to be raped but putting Dido in danger is not acceptable. So, there is only a solution, I have to show them what a kick ass I am and try to scare them.

-Look, you are four and bigger, but I am going to protect myself- they laugh again.

One of them grabs me by the waist and brings me roughly towards him. With his other hand grabs firmly my neck. A switch in my brain activates. My pussy gets real wet. These are agresive sexist men and I am a well trained slut eager to serve. I know my place. My place is on my knees. So I kneel.

-Please. Don't harm me. I'm going to fuck and suck you, but be gentle, please- the guy who grabs my neck bends.

-That's the spirit, now, show us your ass because we are going to break you.

I put my face un the ground and close my eyes my ass on high. One of the guys takes off my butt plug and finger fucks my ass. I must be very fucked up because the finger fucking is turning me on a lot. Then the finger goes and enters a tongue. Oh, shit. Ooooh, shit. I'm sorry Dido. I would never cheat on you. Never. But right now my body is taking control of my brain. I moan. My pussy juices begin to leak towards my stomach. The tongue leaves me and I moan in frustration. They guys clap and congratulate the one licking me.

-Thank you guys for helping me- Dido? What the fuck? Am I alucinating? I look around and see Dido squat at my back shaking hands with the guys.

-No problem. Nice padlocks, by the way.

-Well, thank you. Nice trucks by they way- the guys leave.

I push her and she falls to the ground. I sit on her chest, my knees at both sides of her head. My pussy juices leave a good spot on her shirt.

-Mmm. Your fine wine fills my nose- she's smiling all the time.

-What the hell was that?

-That was a joke. And my revenge for having me masturbate for thirty minutes. And now that you are horny and driping and a few cm from my face either we can have an argument or I can make you cum- I'm not capable of be mad at her. Really. This woman... This woman has really broken me. Not my ass, but everything.

The manager aproaches again.

-Get out of here you sluts!

-Let's go- I smile like the horny slut in love I am-. You can make me cum later.

We understand and forgive the manager. We would have done the same some years ago. It's unfair, though. We don't do any harm to anyone. We only want to be ourselves and have some fun. We are good people. Anyway, we took our decision, we chose to be honest with ourselves and the world. No more anger, fear, sadness nor shame for us. We've had too much of these. Live and let live.

We arrive to an almost empty beach. We undress fully and take a bath. Swimming with Ben Was, highly recomendable. After a while I lay down face up on the sand, cause I need a good tan for my very pale skin. Sam floats over the water. My pussy is throbbing, I need to calm down.

-Do you realy like piss?- with my eyes closed I've not seen a teenager aproaching, his friends are some meters further.

-It depends on who and how. But yeah.

-So you also like cum.

-The same answer.

-Do you have something inside your cunt?

-Yes, I do.

-Why?

-For fun.

-Can I touch your chain?

-No, you can't- he tugs a little on my nipple chain, anyway. My pussy tingles. His friends seem impressed.

-Don't touch the slut. She surely has AIDS or something.

-Ok, enough- I move away his hand-. Leave now.

-Come on, slut, suck my cock.

-What's happening here?- my wife comes to rescue me from these idiots.

-Let's go, Daniel- says a girl from the group so they go.

After a while we clean ourselves on the beach's showers, put some towels on our seats at the car, and take a nap. Suddenly something hits my door and we awake. At both sides of our car is a couple of local policemen, a sixty something aged old man at my side and a fourty something fat woman beside Sam.

-Are you the two sluts who were molesting local youngsters.

-We were not molesting them.

-Your only presence is molesting. Get out!

-Look we...

-Get out, now!- the man slaps my face. Something switches on my brain, my pussy gets wet. I feel that I need to obey this man. Also, he is a cop. We get out of the car.

-Hands on the door. Legs spread. Now!- we obey. They put some handcuffs on wrists at hour back. The man bends down. Tugs at the cord of my Ben Was until the bottom ball pokes through my lips-. This..., well used insatiable slut pain addict has a sexual toy locked there on her cunt, and another one on her ass.

-Also this one- says the woman.

-They're repulsive- the man spits on my face-. Let's put them into jail and show them some manners.

-Wait, we...- says Sam. The cop woman punches her on her stomach.

Sam sits on the back seat of her car, the cop woman takes the wheel. The man takes me to the back seat police car. I signal to her with my lips two of the many codified signals we had agreed to before beginning the trip. The first signal means: "Do whatever you must to avoid being hurt, including sex". The second one means: "Enjoy as much as you can". She signals to me another one twice: "The same for you". We've also agreed to some circumstances in which these permits activate automatically, if we cannot communicate for whatever reason, for example the trucker's situation an hour ago, so it doesn't count as cheating.

-Sit on the edge at the center, don't you dare touching my car with that nasty cunt. Spread your legs, each feet to one door.

They take us to jail at the entrance of a town. Some neighbours make photos when we get out of the cars. The cop woman parks my car beside theirs. Once on jail they take us to a square cell two meters wide with a filthy toilet without seat and two filthy cots with a dirty blanket where a matress should be, strong iron bars on one side. They take off our handcuffs and make us wear some heavy three cm wide five mm thick iron shackles with built in padlocks. It's a set of wrist cuffs joined by ten cm strong chain at the front, waist belts with a horizontal ring at the front and ankle cuffs joined by a twenty cm chains. They padlock a chain to the wrist chain, then pass it through the ring at the waist and padlock it to the ankle chain. They also padlock the longer chain to the waist ring so our hands are almost useless and we have to bend our knees between twenty and thirty degrees.

Dido is chained to a cot as they put on her neck another cuff with a thirty cm chain welded to the bedframe at head side. Then they take me to the interrogation room one and half meters wide and make me kneel. Before leaving her alone and worried I signal to her "I love you" and she does the same to me. They close the heavy iron door.

-So, what's up?- they don't have anything to blame on us, so the man has to make stupid questions like this one, I suppose.

-Are we accused of something?- they laugh.

-It depends on how much do you want to be here?

-Excuse me?- they laugh again. The woman gives me a slap on the back of my head. My pussy gets wet.

-Are you going to be a good slut and thank us for showing you our beautifull jail?

-Thank you how?- another slap.

-However we want you to.

They remain silent. I get it. This is a bidding. I say my price and they double it.

-Maybe I can kiss your feet- another slap. I'm horny now.

-Let's put it this way. If you don't do it your friend will. She is a piss guzzler, cum depot, sex toy, insatiable slut, pain addict, with a well abused ass. So...

My first idea is to protect my queen by requesting the motherfucking cops to do all these thing to me. I'm sure she will be offended, though, because she also will want to protect me. In addition, I'm pretty sure they will do all that to her anyways. The best is to share the humiliation I think. If I'm wrong and they treat her worst than me she will forgive me, cause, as I said, she wants to protect me. Part of my brain is going to make me enjoy all this, but the idea of failing her is unacceptable, so I hope I'm not wrong.

-She has been all day drinking water, I've not- I lie-. I give better blowjobs- she's full lesbian and I'm not so this is true-. My pussy muscles are much better at massaging cocks- I'm not better but I do it a little more willingly. I give them my combination and request them to put the Ben Was and lock again when their finished-. My pain threshold is lesser than hers- maybe a lie. I say all of this while staring at the man's crotch and licking my lips seductively.

They find my explanation very funny. So I drink their pee without spilling a drop mutting my mouth at a few cm form their cock and cunt. The man fucks my pussy. He thinks he is being rough, because I pretend to cry and beg for mercy, what an idiot. I almost enjoy the fucking. Almost. The woman slaps me with leather gloves in my face, head ass, pussy, inner thighs, and tits and again I pretend to cry. I suck the man's cock like if it was nectar from the gods. Finally, I lick all of the generous amount of pussy juice I've left on the floor without them asking me for, while they plug and lock my pussy, also the man's cum. Maybe I've made a mistake because the next girl trapped here will have more trouble than the necessary. Whoever you are, my dear, I'm really sorry, I wish it was me rather than you. I walk very slowly to my cell pretending I'm in great pain. I'm not comfortable, for being honest, but I've been much worst in the past. While they lock my neck, Dido looks at me very worried. I signal to her "I love you" again and then "Obey" and "Pretend you're in great pain".

Then, on front of me the man fucks Dido on her ass. Again he thinks is being harsh. The woman makes Dido lick her hairy and sweaty cunt. Nothing more. Shit, Dido will be angry. They make some not too bad dinner. We eat without hands. We spend the night tied to the cots. We also talk without emiting sounds a little more until they leave. Shortly before dawn they come and make us do the things we didn't do yesterday, ass and pussy licking for me, the rest for Dido. What a relief, my queen won't be angry at my. This son of a bitch has raped my wife, though. Now I really hate him. You better not leave the gun from your belt near my hand, you piece of shit. When they've finished they give us some breakfast, then release us. We do our business in the toilet trying to not touch it. When we reach the car we assume that they've been rumaging at night as our things are untidy. The 120€ cash disappeared. Cops stealing? Not a surprise. We leave this fucking town.

-I've enjoyed being collared and shackled- Dido is amazing. She always makes me smile.

-We can buy some collars.

-Yeah.

Is very hot today, plus I want some fucking color on my skin so my slave has allowed me to wear short sleeved clothes. I wear very tight very short jeans with buttoned up crotch. Sam has cut off a hole the same size as my pussy including a couple of buttons. They are so tight that I cannot fasten the top buttons so I only have one of them fastened two cm over my clit, the others unfastened or cut out. They're so tight that my pussy is sprouting out the cloth, the lips slightly open, padlock and nylon cord clearly visible, clit getting a lot of breeze. My top is a very tight very short pink t-shirt with a lot of cleavage an ending over the navel. In big black letters "PLEASE, LET ME LICK YOUR ASS". My nipples, rings, and chain highly outlined.

She wears a very short very sheer cream summer dress with the bottom ending two cm above her pussy lips, padlock and nylon cord dangling freely. It stretches at waist. The cleavage line is so low that the top of her nipple shields poke above. One of the tin straps over her shoulders falls whenever she moves and her entire tit shows. On our feet we wear trainers cause we want to go for a walk.

I'm driving and she's sleeping. Several times while sleeping has pronounced the words "my queen" shortly followed by a moan. My face blushes. We arrive to a good area for parking beside the road. Around us a beautiful forest and beyond that, meadows and hills. For waking up my loving slave I activate the heat and vibrating function with my phone and kiss her softly on her tits, neck and lips.

-Keep going my queen- Is she awake? ...No, still sleeping. She's moaning while sleeping.

Maybe something stronger works better. I spark her with the app and she awakes suddenly with a big orgasm.

-What happened?

-Nothing, my love, I was only trying to wake you up.

-Did I orgasm?

-Are you feeling the puddle?- she looks at her crotch.

-I've orgasmed, indeed. I was dreaming with you. We were..., well, we were fucking.

-Am I better in your dreams or in reality?- I joke.

-Well, dreams don't have smeel nor taste, so reality is better- she love's making me blush.

We walk for hours. We need to stop from time to time due to the Ben Was. We also do a couple races and orgasm thanks to our Ben Was. We are kissing and caressing on the ground when we realize the sun is about to go to sleep. We take off the Ben Was and the butt plugs and start running. After a while we stop as we are not capable of finding the path we've used before. We're lost.

-Oh, my- suddenly a woman on her well-worn fifty's aproaches-. What a lovely couple of angels fallen from heaven do we have here?- when she talks sounds like if she was singing.

-Hi. Could you tell us how to find the road? We were going for a walk and we're kind of lost.

-Maybe those toys in your hands have distracted you a little- we blush-. Well of course I can tell you, my dear. But there's so little light. You will be lost again- her long brown ponytail begins ends at her waist, with the bow on the crown of her head. She wears a tight fitting thin satin button up shirt which only closes at her waist. From her shoulders to below her navel the shirt shows a big triangle of flesh. Her nipples are outlined on the cloth. She has very strange scar, a circle surrounding her navel and a cross just below. On her chest area and shoulder she has more scars of different shapes and sizes. On her legs she wears some tight fitting thin cream colored riding trousers. Her pussy also clearly outlined. On her feet knee length brown leather boots, with three cm heel. On her hands elbow length brown leather gloves- I strongly advice you to come to my place. There we can have good dinner and good talk.

-We don't want to disturb.

-How can possibly disturb me such gorgeous little ladys. You're welcome in my home and in my heart- she aproaches.

-Well I don't...- I hesitate.

-What about my manners? I'm so sorry, my dears. I'm Zenobia and I very pleased to meet you both- she hugs me firmly and gently. My tits push against hers, my pussy meets her pussy, her right hand at the middle of my shoulder blades, the left one almost touching my ass. I'm pretty sure she has rubbed a little my pussy with hers. Then she softly and fondly kisses both my cheeks and her lips rub slightly mine. I'm in shock- I don't want to be rude my dear but I can't leave the embrace without knowing your name.

-Oh, right, sorry, I'm Sam.

She leaves me and my eyes go to her crotch as my pussy juices from the previous activities have left a big spot on her crotch. She also realizes after following my gaze.

-Oh, shit, I'm so sorry.

-Oh my... Don't be sorry, my dear. I'm very pleased for receiving such a wonderful gift. You've given me a part of yourself. Your friend's thighs are of the opinion that is a very happy part- she looks at Dido- Are you as generous as your friend, my dear?

Then she hugs Dido the same way as me, tits together, rubbing pussy, hands on shoulder blades and top of her ass. She also gives her the same kisses.

-I'm Dido.

The woman breaks the embrace and looks at her crotch.

-Oh my, what a beautiful generous couple of little kittens have I found- she grabs Dido's hand-. So what, am I having the privilege of being your hostess? Or am I not worthy of your time?

We arrive at Zenobia's grounds. She's still grabbing my hand. Sam follows us. Being slightly behind her we can see that her ass crack is also clearly outlined. There is a very big two floor house, some kennels, a barn, a stable, a garage and a pool. All decorated with classic roman style. Between the buildings are walking and making some chores several women of various ages and shapes. All the women are..., fully nude and wearing only black leather collars and cuffs in hands and ankles. All the women have the same exact scar at the same place around their navels. What the fuck? Is this a cult or something? Sam signals to me "Let's get out of here". Then Zenobia talks to me.

-I surely don't want to disturb you, my dear, but I'm curious. Why is padlocked this beautiful pussy of yours?

-My wife...

-Your wife?

-Yes, Sam is my wife.

-Oh, that's wonderful- she seems to like the idea a lot-. I apologize for the interruption, my dear. Please, go on.

-My wife and I made a promise of loyalty. The padlock is a symbol as we can take both of them whenever we want.

-And all the other people who see is understands clearly the message.

-That's right.

A naked woman aproaches us.

-The dinner is ready, domme- says the naked one. Domme?

-We have two guests.

-Everything is ready.. Their car is already in the garage.

-Our car is in the garage?

-Well of course, my dear. We cannot leave it in the open, can't we? Can you, my love, clean these toys ad put them on the car?

-Of course, domme- the naked one takes our Ben Was and butt plugs. We should be wearing them but all this is so strange. Maybe, will be better to do what they want. We don't want be burned alive by a cult of weirdos.

-Why do you look so puzzled, my dears? Do you prefer your car in the open? Or do you want those marvelous pussies and asses of yours to be plugged? Are you in fear of us being a cult of weirdos who burn alife beautiful, generous, and clever little angels like you?- What? How she...? What the hell?

-Eh...

-I'm joking, my dear, of course.

We go to the main hall of the house were some of the women are distributing the food while other are sitting. There are three tables making an U. Zenobia sits at the center of the U on the outer side. Sam and I in front on her. All the women have the same scar and the same cuffs. Many of them wear the same hairstyle than zenobia. Some of them look more tired than the others but, in general, they all look, if not happy, comfortable at least. They talk and makes jokes like a big strange family. They don't talk about the usual topics as they seem to life isolated. All of them look healthy and fit, except the older ones. All of them, even the older ones are totally hairless from her neck down. Only a couple of them have some clothes, light black leather skirts to midthight. They are about sixty women, twenty tops.

-Maybe I'm being too nosy, if that's so, I apologize. But I have it in front of me, and I need to ask. Why have you branded on your skin, such things?- asks me Zenobia once we've started eating. Other women around also are curious.

-Well, a few months ago ,we both suffered a very traumatic experience, that chaged us deeply. Body and mind. Once the..., situation changed, we tried to be the same persons we were, but we couldn't. We were having a very hard time. So we had to make a choice. Try to be like our old selves, and fail, and suffer. Or be what we are, even if is not..., advisable, try to be happy, and proud, and brave and not to blame anyone for our pain. We made a choice and we will face the consequences.

-But only you have those brands.

-Sam is already well branded. Her body is too beatiful like this, any change would be a shame- she grabs my hand and kisses it- and she is a curator in a museum so she knows about how not to ruin paintings- we laugh.

-And don't you think your slogans are going to attract the wrong kind of people?

-Yes but... There is stupid people and there is dangerous people. Stupid people is easy to manipulate. But dangerous people... Those people need a proper response, and we two, know how to do it. We are prepared for them. We can survive them, and defeat them. We've done it already. We will keep doing it- they were truly amazed.

-So you're tattoo, my dear, is also talking about you both- she talks to Sam.

-Why is that?

-If you can survive the worst, and defeat them, and overcome any obstacle, and rise, trying to reach the sun, then you both are ivys. The same history in two separate bodys. Two separate bodys who are always side by side- we had not tough it until this moment. What the fuck? It's true.

After that she asks us about all my tattoos and the story behind. We talk to her about Frank and John keeping for ourselves the worst parts. She and the other women around seem horrified.

-This is conditioning. Like the pavlov dog, you know?- says Zenobia.

-Yeah.

-A good psychologist can undo most of it, if not all.

-Maybe, I don't think so.

The rest of the conversation is much less personal and much more cheerful. Maybe we should also be making questions.

Next morning I wake up with my body stiff. I'm lying down face up looking at some kind of wooden ceiling. We were tired and the soup had some strange spices... Also was the wine. I don't remember in detail. We went to bed early. But I don't remember where did we sleep. Did we go to bed? Then I try to get up and I can't and try to stretch my muscles and also can't and try to talk and also can't. So I mumble, and one of these naked women opens some kind of gooden door which I cannot see and she aproaches me. She's undressed as usual and has light blonde hair to her elbows with a bow at neck high making a ponytail. She is realy beautiful, like a eastern europe top model on her forty's. I see her full body so I'm on the floor. She looks sad?

She lays on me putting herself on the exact same posture and hugs me gently and firmly, her nipples against mine, her pussy rubs a little on mine, her left hand grabs my right ass cheek, her right one pushes on the back of my neck, and she softly and fondly kisses my lips with her head slightly tilted right. More or less the same as Zenobia yesterday but a little more invasive.

-Good morning slut, I'm Persephone, and I'm going to help you being what you are.

She leaves and returns soon after with a strange container with a tube hanging down below and a bottle of water. She sits beside my head, touches something on my neck and puts my head over her thigh. Now I can see that I am very spread eagled over a straw bed on the floor. She puts the tube in my mouth. Interesting, my four cm wide penis gag is not a gag, it must be some kind of funnel curved down on my throat as I don't feel discomfort. Well, not too much. She pushed over the top of the container making it go down and pushing the food forcing it into my stomach. The food has the consistency of chunky diarrhea. Oh, no. Not again, please. How unlucky can a person be? What have I done to deserve this? Am I a character on some perverted delusion in the mind of an idiotic wanker? Once the container is empty she waters me being careful to not choke me. Then she puts down my head and fastens again the collar that pins my head to the floor. She leaves and returns again without any equipment and closes the door, which has a handle.

She kneels over me at my head height and her pussy is just on top of my mouth. Her pussy aproaches until she is sitting on my face, her pussy lips press against mine, and she pees on my mouth. What the fuck?

Then she sits between my legs and caresses my inner tights while looking at me, with what seems to be sadness on her face. Then she licks my pussy lips and my clit with her tongue and lips. What the fuck? She doesn't seem to want to make me orgasm. She seems to want to give me a weird kind of a massage. She keeps going for a good while making me very uncomfortable. Or very comfortable, I'm not sure beacuse it feels real good.

Suddenly the door opens and Zenobia enters. She wears the same clothes than yesterday only changing color a little. They both embrace each other with the pussy rubbing, the ass grabing and the kissing. Ok, I get it it's some kind of greeting between them. Then Zenobia lays down on top of me the same way than Persephone did and gives me the other type of greeting, with the kisses on the cheeks. This must be the greeting for strangers. But Persephone gave me the invasive greeting. Why is that?

-Are you comfortable, my dear? Do you like how Persephone treats you?- she kisses me on my forehead and gets up-. How are you, my love? Do you need something?- ok, so is "my dear" for me, and "my love" for her..., slaves or whatever.

-I'm fine, domme. I was making the relaxation exercises- Licking my pussy is a relaxating exercise?-. In about an hour I will begin the whipping- ooooh, shit-, but you can help me now that you are here.

-How can I help, my love?

-Sit on her face and pee- oooooh shit.

-Oh, my... Are you sure, my love?- she blushes-. I'm not sure about that.

-She likes it, you are going to make her happy.

-I'de prefer not, my love. I better go so you both can keep playing- Persephone embraces her from behind, kisses her neck and face several times, pinches her nipple and finger fucks her pussy slowly for a couple of minutes. She moans and gets wet.

-I will see you tonight in your bedroom.

-Of course, my love- Persephone fucks her a little more. Who's the domme here? Then they kiss again mouth to mouth, a spot in her crotch enhances her pussy lips as the thin cloth becomes almost see through. She leaves and closes the door.

-She is an incredible person. I'm in love with her. She doesn't love me the same way because she's not lesbian. But I'm working on it. Having sex everyday makes wonders, don't you think? It's what happened to you, am I right? So I think I understand your wife. Her constant worry for you changing sides. I can't use a padlock, you know?- we don't need them, you know?-. Four cm wide leather in ankles, wrists, waist and neck. Is tight, but doesn't hurt. Maybe you prefer rusty iron, but we don't have any.

She leaves and returns about an hour later with a three quarter meter long riding crop.

-Years ago there were horses around here. Now we have pain sluts. Much better.

Without more explanation she whips me all over my body, except my face. Is not unbearable. She does it hard, soft in comparison with Frank. Frank was mad man. He enjoyed inflicting pain, the more the better. Persephone isn't. She does it mechanically. Frank used to shout and laugh like a maniac. She is rational. She even increases gradually the pace and force of the blows. She wants to warm me up, before the real punishment. Once the real punishment ends, the force and the pace decreases. A Gaussian function. The whipping lasts about five minutes. Several moans escape my mouth. By the end we both pant a little.

She sees that I'm wet, my pussy leaking on the floor. She squats and looks more close.

-So it's true, you like it- she brings a napkin and cleans my juices. Then she licks me again for a couple of minutes, the same as before, a massage not a masturbation, paying special attention to the spots where the crop has hit.

She sits on my chest just below my neck. Her knees at the sides of my head, her cuffs are two cm wide, half than mine.

-Ok, slut, your moaning and your pussy juicing have made me horny. You're going to lick my pussy, make me cum, swallow as much as you can, and enjoy. You have two options. First, I take off your funnel leaving the ring gag- so I have a ring gag around the funnel, I haven't realized-. Second, I take off both, so you can use your lips and finish me faster, but you can't talk, not a word- she takes off the funnel-. Show me your tongue, stick it out- I do it-. You have four balls- she smiles widely-, you little pussylicker pain slut. So, what do you choose? Flick your tongue if you want the second. If you don't want to we go with the first option.

I'm not licking this bitch. No way.

-With the gag then.

She takes off the funel and sits on my face. I don't lick her. After a while she groans. She puts herself on all fours over me, her face over mine.

-Look you worthless piece of shit. I'm trying to be polite- she slaps my tits several times-. You don't want me to be harsh. Maybe you don't fear me because I'm not a big strong guy, or whatever. But I still have the crop and you're still defenceless. You're under my care. Do you know what it means? Means I have al the power. And you are nothing. I've not requested this duty, so for me, you are a burden. I can kill you right here and right now. Do you think Zenobia is going to be disappointed? No one cares for you- she slaps my tits again-. After killing you, in going to look after your wife, and she will become my pet. Or I can also kill her. I don't give a shit. So what, are you going to be as polite as I am?

Ok, this bitch is crazy. She's not going to kill me, I'm sure. But she still is dangerous. I going to play her game. See where it goes. Earn her trust, make her love me, get my wife out of here. Right now, wherever she is, is doing the same exact thing. So this is a race, the first one is the heroine, the second one the lady in distress. It's my turn to be the heroine. I flick my tongue. She smiles.

-Now you're getting it.

She takes off the ring gag and sits on my face. I play with her as she has done to me. Lick, kiss, small bite, kiss again. This is surely the best licking of her life. She shouts as she orgasms. My face takes a bath. She cleans me with a napkin. Then puts herself on all fours with her head over mine again.

-Thank you a lot, my love- What? She kisses me. I kiss her back. Only lips first. Then, deep tongue. Keeps going several minutes. Finishes with a peck. Now I'm horny. Shit. Her face has blushed. This bitch is crazy for real.

She puts my ring and funnel again.

-Did you like the lentil soup? You've slept a lot. You're food was already cold. It's like five in the afternoon right now. Tonight we are having fish. We're going to grind it for you and mix it with some water. I think you'll like it.

She leaves and comes back again with a book. My cell is three meters long, one and a half wide, the wooden walls don't reach the wooden roof, so she sits on the floor at my side with her back against the wall, her legs resting on top of my left one.

-Do you like Ken Follet? It's my third one. I'm going to read it aloud so you can be entertained. I think you'll like it, my love.

What is happening. I don't understand shit. Does she hate me or not?

Ok the girls with a skirt are not girls. Are men. Were men. Are women with cocks. Whatever. I can tell because one of them has greeted me more or less like Zenobia yesterday, but a little more invasive, while I was spread eagled on the floor of a small strange cell, and I've felt a bulge. It wasn't a cell phone.

Ganime is his name. Black hair, long to half neck. Collar and cuffs like the others. His tits are better than mine. Also more expensive I guess. He's on his forty, difficult to be sure. He's cute, for being a man. Being a man in the past. She's cute. Period.

She has feed me. A brown paste, I don't know how it tastes because of the funnel. Also has pissed in my mouth. Then has massaged my pussy with her mouth.

An hour or so after that, a not too long, not too hard whipping with a riding crop, at the end of which cleans my pain slut pussy juices, and licks me a little more.

Now she's sitting on my chest and wants me tu suck her cock. Incredible. Suddenly the door opens and enters Zenobia. Ganime gets up and they greet the same way, mouth to mouth kiss. Then Zenobia greets me lying down over me but with two kisses in the cheeks.

-What a lovely pair of sluts do we have today, don't you think, my love?- ok, so Sam is in the same situation. Nothing personal I guess.

-She was about to suck my cock, domme.

-Is that so? Oh, please, can I watch? You know how much I love seeing your big mast into action. Here let me help.

The skirt has only a buckle at the right side of the waist holding it closed. From the strap to the bottom the flap of cloth moves freely, giving glimpses of the meat behind. Zenobia unbuckles the strap, and I want to run away. The cock is fifteen cm soft. I don't want to know how it is fully powered.

-Oh my- Zenobia blushes-. I really can't believe this thing has been inside me.

Ganime grabs Zenobia, spreading her legs and pushing her towards the wall. They kiss deeply and caress for a while.

-Maybe I need to stick it again, domme.

-Oh, and you will, my love, but not tonight. I've made plans with Persephone. She has been faster than you.

-Maybe we can join forces and give that hot body of yours the good fucking it deserves.

-Oh my. Am I a sex doll for you both?

-Not a bad idea. We might tie you up like this slut here- I don't get it, who's the domme here?

-Oh my- her face is deep red-. How you dare? I'm your boss. Have some respect.

-I don't respect you, domme, I love you. True and deep love- they kiss again, I'm getting wet only watching them.

-Ooookey then, you can tie me up tonight. But ask Persephone first. We don't want her angry, don't we?- who's this Persephone and why is so dangerous.

-I don't want to break the embrace, domme, but I must give the slut her treatment.

-And I want to watch.

She sits... No, with that cock on the open is a he for me. He sits on my chest.

-Ok, slut, listen carefully, we don't want you choking to death. Yet. I'm taking off your funnel. I'm going to insert it slowly and fully. Once inside I'm going to take your ring gag and you are going to suck it with your pierced slut tongue. As it grows I'm going to extract it slowly until is only my tip. Then you can use your lips. You're going to treat me well, right? Don't forget I can choke you whenever I want. Also can choke your wife. As long at you make me cum and swallow what you can we all will be very good friends. After I cum I'm putting your rin gag and your funnel. Easy, right?

He does as he said. While he enters me, Zenobia lies down on the straw bed very close to me. She put her head over my left arm and her left arm over my stomach, her face resting a few cm from mine.

-Don't worry, my dear. My first time was also difficult. I was very new at such things, you know?- she kisses my cheek-. In a few days you will love it as much as I do. So hot, so sweet, so soft- she kisses my cheek again-. You're very brave my dear. You're going to do it right.

As planned Ganime cums and fills and overflows my mouth.

-Wait for it, my love- Zenobia says and licks some of the cum from my cheeks-. Now you can.

He puts again my two gags.

-You're frightened her, my love. Please, be gentle with her now. And you, my dear- says to me-, please, obey. We don't want any harm for you.

She leaves and her stays with me. He spends a couple of hours reading out loud a book from Dan Brown. Well, is not an hotel but I've been worse.

At night, everything is pretty much the same. She feeds me. An hour later, she whips me, and licks me. When arrives the moment for me licking her, Zenobia is also there.

-This pussy and this pussy- Persephone points to her pussy and Zenobia's-. You're going to love them. You now why? Because if we both are happy, you and your wife are also happy. We are goddesses for you, right now. And licking our pussies are your prayers. Now, I'm going to take off your gags and you're going to lick both of us. But hers, you wil do it with her trousers on, because I don't want this filthy piss bucket of yours touching her.

-Oh, my love, don't be so mean.

-Your pussy is for me, domme. And for Ganime I suppose. Your juices are not for her.

-Oh, my... You are so sweet. I love you so much- they tongue kiss like if it was the first time in years.

-When I take your gag, you are going to have a few seconds to say whatever you want.

He takes off the ring gag and I strecht my mouth a little.

-If you treat me like this everyday, I don't have any problem with licking you both. But if you do any harm to my wife, you better kill me because I can also be a goddess, the goddess of destruction. Now, my dear, my love, please, please, let me pleasure those beautiful pussies you have there- I'm not lying, they're beautiful. I'm going to destroy their lives, though.

While I lick Persephone, Zenobia whispers at my ear.

-Your wife is being treated exactly like you- she grab's Persephone's hand-. If she behaves like you we are not doing her any harm.

Next day all repeats. At morning she feeds me my breakfast. Then she cleans my teeth and cleans my pee and shit from the floor. At that moment I realize that my crotch area is on top of a sewer of some kind in the middle of a gap a few cm deep. I was wondering why my ass didn't hurt. Then releases my limbs one by one for cleaning me with a sponge. She also helps me doing a little exercise limb by limb. Once I'm clean, she pees on my mouth and licks my pussy. At lunch she feeds me. About an hour later she whips me and licks me a little more. Then I lick her and she spends some hours reading out loud. At night she feeds me again. An hour later whips me and licks me. Then I lick them both and go to sleep with their taste on my mouth.

The routine goes on for a full week. Maybe I'm wrong but every day the pissing and the whipping are softer than the previous. Also the pussy licking I receive is more eager. For the last two days she bits on my rings and pulls softly, like Dido does when she wants to make me crazy. She also tries to thrust with her tongue but the padlock prevents this. Maybe is just my imagination. I'm more eager with them, though. I keeping my word, nothing more.

At this point my honeymoon is almost over. The first day of my second week Persephone doesn't pee in my mouth and doesn't lick me. Once I'm fully clean Zenobia enters and greets me. She shows me some papers and a pen. I cannot read them.

-Well, my dear, it's been a full week. It's the moment to make a choice. If you sign these papers there will be some changes here. Some might not please you, others will surely do. If you don't sign we cannot guarantee your well-being, nor your wife's- I give them a dirty look that surely can kill small insects-. It might seem unfair to you, but you will understand when the time comes.

-My love, we have not lied to you, not one time. So believe me when I say that we are not you're enemies. You hate us, and maybe we deserve it, but please- she hugs me. She hugs me?-. trust us. Trust me.

This shit again. Frank also tried. "I do it for you", "You need me", "There's nothing for you outside", "You need to obey". They've just suggested they're going to kill my wife. My wife! You're not worthy of touching her. Do I have a choice? I don't think so.

I sign the fucking papers. What choice do I have? I have obeyed. Sam has obeyed. And now this? Not cool.

After the midday weak whipping and cock sucking begins my big test of obedience. The kidnappers and their fucking tests. Ganime releases me from the floor. I strecht and walk a little. The door is not locked, I can run away, but I don't know where is Sam. Ok, let's keep going with the charade. I've not run, test passed.

-From now on you will receive your whippings standing- thank you, I'm soooo happy.

He puts a full torso black leather harness on me. On my neck a posture collar from the base to just behind my ears with a vertical D ring at the front. From the base of the collar at front a vertical two cm strap to almost my pussy lips, then it becomes a five mm wide stainless steel chain to the top of my ass crack, and again leather to the base of ther collar at back where it buckles tightly. The strap is threaded through my pussy rings so now my lips are sealed and the chain presses a little. As the lips are pressing on the clit piercing I suspect I'm going to be very uncomfortable. At the front, the vertical strap has four straps sewn horizontaly. The four straps are tightly buckled on my back at waist, over my navel and below and over my tits. From the strap at my waist at both sides are sewn two vertical straps to my thighs. At the bottom of these sewn horizontally two more straps, surround my thighs. They buckle at the outside part of my thighs and have two D rings embedded resting on the inside a few centimeters below my pussy lips. It seems that they know very well my measures.

-It's a body harness. You're on chastity from now on, I'm afraid- yeah, I can see.

He puts on my wrists and ankles four cm wide leather cuffs with a D ring embedded. Over my kness and elbows two cm wide straps with D rings. Then he joins my wrist cuffs at my back with a padlock, my two thigh straps, knee straps and elbow straps with small five mm wide chains with two tiny clasps at each end, each a different length. My ankle cuffs are joined with a two cm wide thirty cm long chain with two small padlocks.

He bends my arms into a reverse prayer and puts them into a leather pouch, my hands standing out from above. I look like if I was wearing a backpack. The pouch has leather straps sewn above and below. The one on top surrounds my neck passes through the D ring and buckles at my back. The one below surrounds my tummy and buckles at the back. He locks all the straps with little luggage padlocks.

He attaches a one meter long two cm wide chain, with a carabiner to the D ring on my collar. At the other end of the chain is a leather ten cm wide handle. He has leashed me!

He has not put the funnel after cumming on my mouth. He pours some liquid on my mouth from a glass.

-Rinse your mouth and spit here- I do it. He smells my mouth-. The smell of cum has gone. Now, we are going to take a walk. It will be a couple of hours. I'm not going to hold your leash all the time. You're a person not a dog, so when I give you an order, you obey immediately. If you don't do it the walk ends and you go into the cage. Several mistakes and you will sleep spread eagled on the floor again. You obey and will be rewarded. The reward will like you, I can assure you. Do you understand? Flick the tongue for a yes- I flick-. I'm very proud of you, my love- he hugs me and kisses my cheek.

We get out of my cell and now I understand. It is stable, I was in a horse stall. We reach the door.

-You already know the two greetings. You are not a sister yet, so with all the sister you must make the guest greeting. You now how is it, Zenobia makes it to you everyday. You and myself make the sister greeting, because I'm your caretaker. I call you "my love" for the same reason. The sisters have this mark- the circle and cross on the navel-. They'all are going to make the guest greeting to you, and call you "my dear". We make the greeting everyday to all the sisters the moment we see them. Please, be polite and do the same. Is a matter of respect and affection. Don't insult them the same way you insult Zenobia and myself every day. Right now you can't make the full greeting, so please, my love, do what you can- shit, I didn't now. I flip my tongue-. Maybe I don't like you but you don't need to be rude with the others. I repeat, please, my love, obey me and you will be rewarded. It's only a walk. Can you?- I flick my tongue-. Maybe I should attach your leash to this chain- she tugs at my nipple chain which is now over the vertical strap of the harness. I open my eyes a lot in fear-. It's a joke, my love.

He grabs my leash and we get out. There several meters from me is Sam, wearing the same equipment I wear, with Zenobia and other woman holding Sam's leash. I want to kiss her but I must obey. I must obey, what is that shit? I have to go. But the reward. To hell my reward. Ganime has said I have to trust him. Is her my reward? A walk with her?

She will understand, if I don't move. I will explain myself, she will forgive. Zenobia aproaches me and we make the greeting. Then we all aproach. Ganime does the greeting with the other woman and Sam. The woman does the greeting with me.

-Come on, you can greet your wife.

We both are crying. A happy crying. We caress each other with our limited movement capability.

-How lovely- Zenobia joins the handles of the two leashes with the clasp of another leash-. Do you mind, beloved caretakers, if I take the sluts for a walk?

-Not at all, domme.

-Have fun.

She grabs a bag from the ground and carries us both with one hand like a pair of pets. We stop kissing and obey. We walk very slow. She shows us the grounds, the plantations, and the buidings from the outside. The house, the stable, the barn, the pool area and the kennels. We greet all the sisters we cross paths with. There is a small pond about half an hour, ten minutes with a normal pace, and we reach the edge.

-Come on to the water my beautiful pet sluts- we are about to enter when se pulls-. It was a joke, my dears.- very funny.

We sit at the ground with her help. She takes some sugar cubes from the bag, and also a bottle of water a helps us eating.

-Now for being such obedient sluts, and for greeting me for the first time in a week, which I thank you. I'm going to leave you alone for a while. You can easily take off the chains of your kness and thighs and run, but, please don't go anywere. The world is very dangerous for two beautiful tied up sluts like yourselves. I have another reward and would be amazing if you could do something for me, if am I allowed to request such a thing. Do you want to hear my proposal- we both flick our tongues-. Well thank you, my dears. I want a very passionate, loving and true tongue kiss from Sam, while Dido licks my clit with passion and love. I'm not taking off my trousers as I don't want to upset a friend of mine. Can you do that my dears.

After a brief hesitation we both flick our tongues. She lays down and opens her legs. Her trousers are very tight and thin as always so her clit is easy to find. Sam does her mouth and she begins to play with her nipples. In a few minutes she moans. A big spot makes the crotch of her inner thighs almost transparent.

-Thank you a lot- she was panting-. Now your reward-. Takes a key from the bag and unlocks and unbuckles the gags-. Do you have anything to say to me?

-Thank you, domme- we both say. She leaves.

-I suck a thirty cm cock two times a day. It's a lot of cum, believe me.

-Deep throat?

-No he's very kind.

-He?

-The women with a skirt? They are trans.

-Oooookey- surprising indeed-. I lick three pussies a day.

We both laugh. What else can we do? Cry? Crying is not useful, nor pleasant.

-They whip me two times a day, and pee in my mouth. Today only whipping.

-Me too, how strange.

-Are you ok? Anything more?

-No, that's all. It's... It's bearable,

-I don't understand. What the hell do they want? Is it a cult? Are they crazy?

-This woman. Persephone licks my pussy three times a day. Once today.

-Ganime also does it to me. It's nice, but very light, and I can't orgasm.

-They don't want us horny, but..., relaxed.

-Calm down.

-Obedient.

-Good pets.

-Yeah.

We remain silent for a moment.

-I'd like to lick you but I can't- we both smile.

-We can kiss.

After some kissing we lay down as we use to do when on the couch, half my body on top of hers. We share some ideas. Then we enjoy the breeze and the company until Zenobia returns.

-Oh my. You're so beautiful. It'a a shame we have to go.

-Can we say something, domme?

-Well I'm not sure... Ok, I'm curious.

-We want to thank you for the walk, and for the afternoon snack.

-Yes..?

-And I want you to know that I wouldn't be offended for licking your pussy from time to time as Sam does- says Dido-. If that's ok to you- Zenobia blushes.

-Oh my. What a wonderful proposal. I can't say no to that. Now it's time to see your new beds.

She padlocks agains our ring gags, helps us stand and takes us to the kennels. It's a wooden rectangular wooden buiding. Inside there are two rows of kennels, at both sides of a wall which doesn't touch the ceiling, nor the walls that make the rectangle. My cage is facing the door and Dido's is at the other side of the inner wall so we can't see each other.

My cage is a made of iron bars on all sides with a iron plate on the base. On top of the plate a tin mattres. The cage is big enough for a Saint Bernard or a Great Dane so we have to be bent down but rather comfortable. The door has a hole for sticking out my head so I can reach the double dog bowl in front of my, and eat. Persephone unclasps the leash and closes the cage door. Before leaving she caresses me a little on head, back and tits.

At dinner time she puts human good loocking food, and water on my bowls and takes off the gag.

-Now you choose, my love. You can eat alone or I can bring a fork and help you. You can talk.

-Where's the trap?

-The trap? There is no trap. I've only thought you wouldn't want me to be here.

-Why is that?

-Because you hate me, my love- that's right. I hate you, bitch. Do I hate you? Anyways, Dido and myself have a plan. Let's stick to it.

-You stay but on one condition.

-Now you choose for me?- she laughs-. Ok, go ahead.

-From now on when we greet at the morning, I would like you to take off the gag so I can kiss you- follow their rules, part of the plan. Licking Zenobia as requested before, also part of the plan.

-Do you wan't to kiss me?

-As long as my wife is safe and sound and at my sight, or beyond the wall for that matters, we are friends, if you like so, my love- she is highly surprised. She smiles.

-Ok, we might do some of that.

After an hour Dido and myself get a weak whipping, each with her caretaker. They make us stand out of the cage for that. Then a pussy licking for us and a much more pleasant retribution for them and for Zenobia with her trousers on. Then back on the cage.

The routine keeps going. At morning breakast, with or without help, cleaning teeth and body, making dirty business on sewers on the corners of the building, a short walk on leash, and a loooot of greetings. At midday, lunch, weak whipping, my pussy licked, my retribution for them and a long walk with Sam and Zenobia, with pond and a snack, no sex, ring gags always on. Zenobia doesn't leave us alone but reads us a book of Jeffery Deaver. At night, dinner, weak whipping, my pussy licked, retribution to our caretaker and Zenobia, and sleep in the cage. No more peeing in our mouths.

A week later after lunch, a very weak whipping, getting my pussy eagerly licked, and my retribution to Ganime, I realize he wears a strange looking leather bag.

-Today we have a change of rules. You can choose, either keep living in your cage or accept the change. If you accept the changes might not like you. If you don't, you might not be able to see your wife for a good time- more threats, really? I obey you all the fucking days. You touch my wife and I kill you all, you fucking psychos. Ok I accept. I flick my tongue. He smiles.

He takes off my ring gag and padlocks a bit gag. The bit is two cm wide and stretches at the center to five mm, and has two vertical three cm rings on the sides resting outside my mouth. He takes off my pouch. The strange leather bag is a one piece armbinder. He undoes my reverse prayer and my arms are encased in the armbinder, whitch closes with two zip ties. The two zip ties begin at the center one goes to my wrists and the other past my elbows, tight but comfortable. The zip fasteners are padlocked to the chain between my elbows and both my wrists together. At the bottom my fingers can move quite freely, and I can move my arms up and down a little. On my hands he puts two thick leather gloves, not locked, and trainers on my feet, how strange.

Two long two cm wide leather straps with a hollow iron ball on one end and a D ring on the other are threaded through the rings at the sides of my head, the D rings hanging beside my tits. They are very long, maybe two meters. On each of my tits, at the base, he padlocks a two cm wide leather strap with a D ring. They surround the base tight but not painfully, the D ring resting on top. The D ring of the long straps is padlocked to the D ring of the breast straps.

-Here, take it- I grab the two long strips with my hands.

He takes off all the chains between my legs. Then puts ten three cm long very light iron bells with clasps on me. Six on the D rings on my ankles, knees and thighs, and four on my pussy rings. What the fuck?

-Those are for your safety, my love. Don't take them off, please- yeah... Veeeery funny.

He clasps my leash and we go to the garage. There Sam, with the same attire as myself, Zenobia and Persephone are waiting for us next to a small buggy, similar in size to those that are so common in Calcutta city. Zenobia has a riding crop. As always we do the greeting. With the bit gags Sam and myself almost can kiss.

Linked behind the seat two five cm wide leather strap pass through several rings on the inner side of the two one meter wooden posts of the buggy and fall to the ground on the front ending in carabiners. These carabiners are fastened to both our wrist padlock as Sam and I are positioned in front of the buggy. Ok, ponies. We're ponies now, ja, ja. Zenobia grabs our four reins. The long straps hanging on our backs are reins of course. She is going to handle us by pulling on our tits.

-Good afternoon my beautiful pony sluts. We're going to run a little. You've been a lot of time siting during this two weeks- yeah, I can tell-. You have to regain some muscle. So, if I hit you in those gorgeous asses of your like this- she hits us very lightly-, you go faster. If I pull on your left tit like this- a small tug. Because of my nipple chain both my tits move-, you go left. The same with the right tits. If I pull in both your tits you go slower. Very easy, Right? Ok, grab the posts with your hands, my dears.

We go for a long run. Our bells play a good chill-out music. Zenobia wants us running but not suffering so we walk from time to time. We used to jog so no harm. I now miss my hollow dildo and butt plug. I feel empty. The chain closing our pussies and pressing on the clit makes a little something, though. She shows us her grounds and they are vey big. She even takes us to the spot where we parked the car two weeks ago. Why? Is some kind of joke? We make a stop at the same pond and she padlocks on us the same ankle chains, takes off the gags and releases us from the buggy. She also gives us a snack and a isotonic drink. Now I think I understand. She wanted healthy ponies, not broken well raped sluts like Frank and John. That's the explanation for all that weird kindness.

-I'm going to leave you two alone for a while. Please don't be mean and stay near this point. Can I trust you, my dears?- we are very surprised and don't respond-. Don't you want to talk to me? You're angry. I've hit you too hard? Maybe I should have brought some music- What? Is she serious?

-No, don't worry. We're not going to leave you alone. The forest can be dangerous.

-Oh my... You're so kind, my dears- she hugs us. This is getting more and more weird.

We expend around half an hour alone sharing anecdotes and planning our pitiless revenge. Late afternoon we come back to the garage. Then we are taken to the stables. There they take our reins, gloves and trainers. We both are taken to one of the horse stalls. Do we have the same stall? Inside they've put a real mattres with some blanckets, and some books. I think I want to cry. They leave and we lay down together on the mattres. She plays with the bells on my pussy rings. Of course she does. I knew, she can't help doing it.

7:

Third week, third rutine. At morning breakfast, and cleaning. At midday lunch, very weak whipping, eager pussy caressing for us, and our retribution for our caretakers. After that, a long run with Zenobia and a snack. At night, dinner, very weak whipping, eager pussy caressing for us, and our retribution for our caretakers and Zenobia.

Is the first day of the fourth week. Our caretakers take off all the equipment they have put on us the previous weeks. What the fuck? Then we go to the house for having breakfast with the other women. A loooot of greetings, again. After that we shower and do our dirty business in a real bathroom, while they wait outside the door. Once clean they put two cm wide leather cuffs and collar on our wrists, ankles, and necks. The same as all the other women around here. Then take us to the pool area were all the women are there talking and waiting for something. Zenobia is beside a barbecue grill of some kind. Our caretakers take us to her. She talks loud for everyone to hear.

-Today is a marvellous day. Today we can either have two new sisters or, maybe, two new enemies. What do you choose, my dears- she looks at us. Oh shit-. Can you both forgive the pain and humilliation and love those who have hurt you? Or will you leave our world forever? Talk now as we have no secrets here- another impossible choice. Forgive the whatever she's talking about or die. Well, I have no gag so I'm going to talk.

-All the nudity is for that? No secrets?

-That's right- she smiles.

-You're not nude.

-I'm the most nude I can possibly be- she doesn't smile now.

-That's not true- she hesitates. Is she ashamed?

-You don't need to do it- says Persephone grabbing Zenobia's hand.

-No she's right. I've kept a secret. Shame on me- she undresses fully. She has scars all around her body, even in her pussy lips and a nipple, everywhere except face, neck, and upper chest. Acid, fire, cigars, whips, cuts, bleach and more- now I ashamed-. Omiting the scars, her body is perfect, like a greek goddess's, what a waste.

-I'm sorry..., I didn't know.

-Of couse not, my dear, how would you? But do you have and answer for us?

I look at my wife and she looks at me. I'm going to take her out of here. Period. The game keeps going on.

-We can forgive- all the women smile. Some of them even clap. Zenobia takes off the barbecue two metal rods with the tip white hot. Our caretakers grab them and put them on our navels burning our skins. It hurts like hell but we can endure. Then they put some cream.

-This will help you heal.

I look at the scar and is the same all the other women have, a circle around the navel with a cross underneath. Perfect, now we are in the cult. Now what? Drink the blood of a virgin.

-It has been a gigantic pleasure to have you both here, my loves. Yes, you're my loves now- she hugs us the normal way people does when is not in a cult-. You can stay here some days more. We would, surely, be very pleased. But in a week you'll need to return to your works, as agreed on the medical leave you signed- of couse, the medical leave. We signed a..., medical leave... What the fuck!?

-And why..., were we on medical leave?- I was almost in shock. Also Dido.

-Well, I'm a psychologist. So if I say someone is depressed... It was only half a lie, in fact. You really needed some therapy. Undo the conditioning. I think we have succeeded. If not, your loving sisters will be there for you. Now excuse me, my loves, I have a lot of chores to do- now I was fully in shock. Also Dido.

All the women leave except Persephone and Ganime. Ganime takes Dido for talking to her privately. Persephone grabs my hand. She embraces me tightly.

-I'm really sorry for the peeing, the whippings, the insults and the threats. All of that was for making you vulnerable and impressionable so we could make changes in your heads. Licking you was a very innovative kind of hypnosis. You have questions, I guess.

-Why...?- I was totally in shock.

-We offered help. You accepted. Maybe, you were a bit drunk.

-I hated you.

-I knew. My husband feared you might harm me. He offered to take care of you both but... I don't know. All the orgasms you've given to me. I suppose I like you or something. I'm not sure.

-Your husband?

-Ganime is my husband. I've only have sex with one man, and didn't understand why I couldn't have orgasms. After the wedding, about twenty years ago, I knew Zenobia and I discovered I was fully lesbian. Ganime..., changed for me, and was great for a time, but I was already in love with Zen. Zen was in love with my husband's cock, though. Her first and only. So now we are a very strange threesome.

-Why a cock for my wife?

-We thought she needed to get past the fear she had to cocks.

-The domme thing?

-My husband and myself worked at the stables twenty years ago. Zen was our boss. The domme thing began as a joke, after we started dating. She doesn't like it very much, but is already accustomed.

-The scars?

-A symbolic act. A little suffering before we embrace love fully. A price and a reminder. You both have accepted, it wasn't mandatory.

-Zenobia's scars?

-Her parents. Two psycho hiper-religious morons. She tortured her every week, because, she was too much this or to less that. Everywhere except the parts that are always showing, upper chest, head... She used to work on a detox clinic. When they died, she left the clinic and came here.

-Twenty years ago.

-Yes. She had so little self-steem. Always sad, always silence, always crying. But she was so fucking beautiful and smart... She is fucking beautiful and smart. She had learnt some interesting things in college, so we together created this..., club, for girls in need of a new beginning.

I am still in shock. I embrace her tightly and start crying like a river.

-You have not cried in three weeks. What's the matter now.

-I'm so ashamed. I was planning how to kill you some minutes ago.

-Well, thank you, my love, for such beautiful words- she embraces me tighter-. Now you can choose a sister name, if you want to. I chose Persephone because my heart is divided in two. But, the most important thing to remember is that you have sisters. Look at your cuffs or your navel. I'm there, protecting you, forever.

-Oh, shut up, you're making me cry more.

-You wanted to kill my husband and my girlfriend, so..., you suffer, bitch.

There are too muny misunderstandings in my life, I suspect.

We preferred some time alone at home. Also, three weeks without sex... The electronic harness was almost in fire at the end of the medical leave. Thanks to our doctor and her very nude assistants our sex live is almost normalized, though not entirely. A little spanking from time to time can be very interesting. Having a collar and leash also has some magic. We always wear the cuffs and collar except in the shower. They are a gift from some friends. The brand is also kind of sexy. I like it. Period.

Our hair began to grow while in the kennels. Right now we look like Charlize Theron at Mad Max. Sam wants to keep it like this. I've recreated John's depilatory cream so under the neck everything is very smooth. We always wear our standard equipment, hollow dildo, padlock and butt plug. Ben Was at weekends. We are not pain addicts, already. But the rest of the brands, well... We sometimes lick clean each other after we pee.

The clothing style remains slutty. Semi sheer tight fitting button down shirts fully closed to the neck and tutleneck long sleeved semi sheer t-shirts, tight fitting trousers, and low heeled shoes, for me. Short sleeved in summer. The zip fly of the trousers always open except in winter, my wife is very strict on that matter. If I close the zipper she doesn't spread her freshly-made cum on my morning toasts, and I love these toasts. "Addict to Sam's cum" good idea for a tattoo. As we only use panties like five days a month my padlock sticks out a lot. At work we use lab coats, but the rest of the day, my padlock and nipple chain, plus the tattoos, well... At work my "Piss guzzler" tattoo shows so they use to ask me about it.

-Do you like drinking pee?

-I'm in detox, but yeah.

-Very funny. You're always joking- that's true.

Sam uses to wear short skirts to midthigh more or less, and very tight fitting low necklace navel showing t-shirts, tank tops and vests, and medium heeled shoes. For work she also wears thin jackets or loose fitting thin sweaters. While at home we're always naked, also in winter as we put air conditioning.

We receive a lot of indecent proposals and looks of disgust, sometimes from the same person, if we don't want anything with them, which is always. She sometimes sits down with her legs open. If I tell her I can see her pussy, she opens her legs more and touches herself, so I try to sit in fornt when in public places for covering her, even when I want to see her orgasming. She also uses to touch me through the open zipper, sometimes trying to catch me off guard. Also asks me for doing it myself, from time to time, which use to do. So I do the same to her. We are banned from a lot of places.

When we go clubbing friday and saturday night we don't need to change clothes as we go sexy everywhere, but I put hers and she puts mine, only for having a little diversity. If someday happens again what happened at the park on our tenth anniversary, we have pepper spray. If it doesn't work we will try with some blowjobs. Change our clothing style? Hell, no. We're not the rapists, it is they who must change. We're only showing some skin..., and sometimes masturbating in public.

It's been two months since we got back to work. The door bell rings. We're nacked and I'm licking my wife's pussy, my face full of "happiness". We've talked about wearing something when at home, like a housecoat or a negligee, because of what happened the last time someone came.

One of my co-workers, Mike, uses to..., used to talk with me a lot, and buy me little presents like coffee, donuts, even flowers, so I thought he was flirting with me. He kept talking with me after the trial and all that public humilliation. Two weeks ago I asked my wife and we decided invite him here and give him a good fucking. He doesn't have a crazy male chauvinist cousin, I've checked. We opened the door fully nacked and we discovered he had brought his husband. Husband, yeah. I'm sooooo bad analyzing people, Dido, Persephone, Mike, awesome. He is not talking to me right now, but I'm going to recover his friendship with coffee, donuts and flowers.

So here we are my face covered in love juice and my wife trying to catch her breath. Ok I'll answer. I open the door and there is a stunning woman in her fifty's with a very long ponytail, black leather medium heeled boots, black cotton tight fitting slacks and vest, and white satin blouse. No camel toe this time, what a shame.

-Oh my..., come here, my queen, a wonderful little butterfly has fallen into our net- I say in the same way she uses to talk. As Dido is looking at me I signal to her "Do you want a threesome?", and she signals to me "Yes". Then I make the full crotch rubbing ass grabbing greeting, but with a tongue kiss, which he reciprocicates. Her face bright red.

-Oh my, what a sweet taste do you have, my love. Have you been bathing in some "happines"?

Without letting loose her ass I take her in and close the door.

-So what are you doing around here, my love?

-I wanted to ask about a twenty thousand € donation we've received- while she talks I repeatedly kiss her mouth softly and fondly. I feel her heart beating on my chest.

-Well, you have a choice- jokes Dido while she embraces her from behind, caresses her crotch, unbuttons her blouse and kisses her face and neck-. Either we can cancel out the check and you lose two sisters, or you can dinner with us, and maybe let us tie up you to our bed, kiss every and each of those scars, and give you the best fucking of your life.

-But...- we keep kissing her. She's panting- I already have two lovers.

-Has she said no?- I keep the joke. Well, some things begin as a joke but...

-No, she hasn't- Dido has unfastened Zenobia's trousers button and has now her hand inside the panties.

-Oh my...- she barely can breath. I put my hand inside her panties searching her ass-. How can I say no to such tempting proposal?

-Is this a yes?- Dido has a hand inside her bra and is pinching a nipple.

-Yes!- she moans- Tie me and fuck me, please.