Cara

Honey_B

Weaver of Dreams
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IC: Ian's words echo in my ears and strangely, they arouse me. I did not want to be forced into this position at first, but now...

I look around the room. The bondage and s&m tools hang unused on the wall, waiting for a new master. My pussy tingles at the thought of being at someone else's mercy.

Someone has replied to my advertisement. Who are they? What will they do to me? What will they want me to do to them? The potential answers to these questions are thrilling. Yes, I am ready to give myself freely to another. I can not wait to see who will enter my life.
 
mr z

OOC: mr z - 6 feet tall, brown hair, blue eyes.

IC: I had read the advertisement - " Slave Girl for hire. Your wish can cum true. " I thought ' who knows, maybe this will be interesting?' I responded to the add and made the monetary arrangements. I received the address of where to go. Now, here I am about to enter the apartment. I take the key that was sent to me and open the door. I find the note that was left for me. It says that the room at the end of the hall is where Cara waits for me. She is mine to do with as I please. I decide to go see who and what awaits me. I open the door and I see her standing there.
 
Cara's Surrender

OOC; Cara- 5'6, short black bobbed hair, brown doe-like eyes, 36C-32-36, pale translucent skin, Juliette Binoche at age 26.

IC; I am dressed as my last master always wanted me. I am wearing; a short black skirt, white button-down blouse, knee-high black heeled boots, and matching white silk bra & panties.

But I can't think of my old master now. I am standing here waiting for my new master to enter.

The door opens and in he enters. He is at least 6' tall and appears muscular. Suddenly I feel very small and vulnerable. Like a good submissive, I just wait for him to make the first move, eyes downcast. I feel anticipation welling up inside me. What will he do to me? Will he be rough? The thought arouses me. I secretly hope he will pounce on me and ravage me inside and out.
 
mr z

She is wearing a short black skirt and a white button-down blouse. She has short black hair and knee high black boots. I walk around her admiring the view. She has a nice body, firm tits and a round ass. I think 'yes, she will do very nicely.' Her eyes are downcast, not looking at me. I notice a table with restraints and a small bed. I walk up to her and tell her 'you are mine, slave.' I grab her blouse and rip it apart, buttons flying everywhere. She stands still, not daring to move. I reach up and pinch both of her hardening nipples beneath her white silk bra. I notice a neck collar with a chain attached to it. I walk over to the wall and take it to her. I place the collar around her neck and fasten it. I take the chain in my hand and lead her over to the bed. I pull her onto the bed, she is kneeling on her hands and knees. I reach up and unzip her black skirt and yank it down to her knees. I pull the skirt off her legs and throw it on the floor. She is wearing white silk panties. I grab her panties and rip them apart. I pull on the chain and lift her head upwards. I lean forward on the bed and begin to lick her wet pussy lips from behind. I licked up one lip and then down the other. I teased her opening by pointing my tongue and barely penetrating her. I walked around to the other side of the bed. I pulled her towards me and ordered her to remove my clothes.
 
Cara Tries to Please

I first I though my master was full of rage when he ripped off my clothes as if they were nothing. What if I had already displeased him in some way. I was even ready for a beating should he deem it necessary. But then, he gave me the most arousing pleasure I have ever received during my career as a slave. What did I do to deserve this reward? I must have made him happy at first sight. That thought alone made me happy beyond belief.

At his command, I gently removed his shirt. Then, I untied his shoes and removed them as well as his socks. I look up, seeking his approval, and he nods. Then I undo his belt buckle and remove his pants. I make sure to remove his boxers in a manner that makes me stroke his penis.

I hope at some point he uses his cock on me like a weapon. Unclothed, I can see the powerful body he possesses. The thought of pleasing him makes me wetter than his tongue strokes.

I am wondering if he wants me to remove my boots and bra.
 
mr z

First, she removes my shirt . Then she removes my shoes and socks. She looks expectantly at me and I nod my approval. She procedes to unbutton my belt and remove my pants. She then pulls my boxers off, brushing my hardening cock. I stand naked before her. I pull her chain and lift her head upwards. I tell her to remove her bra. She is kneeling before me. I lean forward and begin to rub my hard cock against her breasts. I let the head circle her aerola, gently rubbing her hard nipples. I pull the chain downward and lead her head down to my hard cock. I tell her ' lick me, slave.'
 
I have been commanded to lick my master's hard cock and I salivate at the thought. My breasts are still tingling from his rubbing his prick between them. It is all I can do from impaling my mouth on his cock, taking him down my throat. Instead, I begin to tease him. I use my tongue to excite the tip, then I run my lips down its entire length.

I risk looking into his eyes. There is a question in my eyes, 'did he want me to continue?'
 
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mr z

She flicks her tongue across the tip. She then runs her lips down the length and she looks up at me. i smile down at her and then grab her by the hair and slid my hard cock into her wet mouth. I hold her head still with both hands and begin to slid in and out of her mouth. She eagerly sucks my hard cock, as I fuck her mouth with it. I push forward and pull her head up and down on my hard cock. I can feel the tip hitting the back of her throat, as she slids up and down on my hard cock. Finally, I tense and begin to spurt hot cum in her mouth. At each spasm of orgasm, I thrust inside her mouth. I look down at her and tell her ' lick me clean, slave.'
 
When he started to cum, I couldn't help myself. I started to sigh with pleasure. I wanted to swallow every drop of his prescious cum. He commanded me to lick him clean. I did so with relish, sucking and slurping his prick until it was indeed clean.

I sat there obediantly waiting for the next surprise and while I did my mind began to wander. I thought back to my old master and why he had seen fit to sell me off. I wonder if Ian was completly honest when he sold me. I was not a completely broken slave. In fact, there was a great deal Ian tried to get me to do that I refused, anal and lesbian sex being two of them. He would just get frustrated and give up trying to force me. He had very little skill at bending me to his will.

Would this master be different? Would he be able to break me, control me, and make me do things I didn't want to do? I was terrified and excited by the idea.
 
mr z

After I had finished cuming, she licked me clean. I walked around the bed to her backside. I could see she was dripping wet. I played with her wet lips and fingered her pussy. I inserted my middle finger and began to drive it in and out of her. I kneeled down to eat her again, when I realized, she really hadn't done anything to disapoint me. I used my free hand to spread her ass cheeks apart and I felt her tense slightly. Her anus was smooth, no stretch marks from penetration. I understood her reaction at the spread of her ass cheeks, she was a virgin at anal sex. I was still plunging my finger in and out of her pussy. I could tell she was getting close, as her breathing quickened and she began to push back against my finger as it slid in her. Suddenly, I pulled my finger out and stopped. I walked back to the front and kneeled down beside her. I held my finger in front of her nose and told her " Smell yourself, slave." She sniffed on the finger under her nose. I pressed it against her mouth and told her " Suck yourself. slave." I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, as she licked my finger " Don't worry, slave. This will not be your last taste of pussy."
 
My new master's fingers were very skilled as he worked my pussy from behind. He stopped before I could feel release. Although I had started to pant and move my hips against his fingers, some part of my mind loved the fact that he was teasing me. He was exerting his control over my body's responses and that thought made my pussy drip almost as much as his fingers had.

When he stopped fingering my cunt, he allowed me to clean his fingers of my juices. I like the taste of my own cunt, but I felt a shiver run down my spine when he mentioned tasting "other" pussies. "Maybe Ian had told him something of his difficulties with me," I thought, fighting panic. What if this master was different from Ian? What was I thinking? We had only been together scarce minutes and already he was playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. Of course he was different. What would he get me to do in hours, days, weeks? I shivered ran down my spine again, but this time with anticipation.
 
mr z

She greedily sucked my finger. I told her ' Yes, you will learn to love eating pussy soon, slave.' I stood up and yanked the chain to pull her up from the bed. I led her over to the table. It had four restraints, where one could tie each arm and leg down. I pulled her onto the table and told her to lie down on her stomach. I proceded to tie each arm and leg to the table. The knots were not very tight, but they were secure. I instructed her not to resist,because if she did, the knots would tighten. She was spread eagled on the table. I went over to the bed and grabbed some pillows and brought them back to the table. I kneeled on the table and lifted her by the hips and slid the pillows under her. I got off the table and began to look around for some toys that I could use on her. I went to a drawer in the table and opened it. Inside I found all kinds of dildos, large ones and small ones. Some even had battieries that helped them vibrate. I picked out a large one, seven inches at least and thick. I began to rub it up and down on her pussy from behind. I pressed against her wet lips, the head just beginning to enter her and then pulled out. I flick the head back and forth across her clit, teasing her. I could see her arching her back, trying to press back against the plastic cock, hoping it would slid into her dripping pussy. I looked up at her head from behind and said " Does the slave wish to cum?"
 
Cara Begs...

"Yes, master!" This I said with a voice thick with wanting. "Your slave wants to cum, needs to cum!!" I was surprised when he told me not to resist. How could I resist when I wanted to cum so badly. I was willing to beg for it "Master, your slave needs to cum. She'll do anything you ask, just let her cum." I felt the dildo scrape against my clit and I went wild. I strained my hips to try and reach...
 
mr z

She screamed " Yes, master. Your slave wants to cum, needs to cum!" I could see her trying to push back against the head of the dildo. She screamed out again " Master, your slave needs to cum. She'll do anything you ask, just let her cum." I smiled to myself as I heard those words from her. She'll do anything. I slowly slid the dildo into her pussy. I pushed it deep inside her and left it there. I walked around to the front of the table. I leaned down towards her face and said " Then cum, slave. A good slave should be able to cum with a dildo in her pussy. "
 
My master slid the dildo up my pussy, taking his own long, luxurious time. It fed the need of my hot cunt so completely. I waited expectantly for him to fuck me with it. To pound me with its 7 3/4" length.....

But it didn't happen. I opened my eyes in shock and desperation. He had brought his face near mine, so close that I could feel his breath caressing my heated cheek. " Then cum, slave. A good slave should be able to cum with a dildo in her pussy," were his torturous instructions to me.

My enflamed mind searched for a hidden meaning. Finding none, I sobbed, "Your slave can't, master. Her hands are bond and she is helpless. Please fuck her with the dildo so she can come."
 
The Duchess

“I am late” I confirm once again as I look at my watch, impatiently waiting for the elevator to reach it’s destination. I turn to look at myself in the mirror once more.. such a clever idea to put mirrors in elevators. My hand slides over my coral blue costume, adjusting the skirt that crept up. My wavy blond hair is bound tightly into a knot, making the difference between a sweet face and the stern look. Bright red lipstick colour my full lips. I gaze a moment into my own bright blue eyes, prepping myself for the task at hand.

Ian had brought me in contact with Mr Z, explaining me all the problems he had with breaking his slave.. I look at the note again “Cara” I whisper..
Mr Z, Ian and I had come to arrangements, boosting up the price, but ensuring my assistance with her “problems”. Ian was temporarily too frustrated to try any further..

The doors slide open.. apartment 69.. I picked up the little metallic suitcase. Filled with my own equipment, different size dildos, some are strap-on, some normal ones. Some pills, potions and lotions to help relax muscles when needed.. I just preferred to use my own gear, so I had packed some that I thought would be useful.

My high heals produce a frightening sound as I make way through the hall, trying to make up for lost time.
I stopped in front of the right apartment, took a deep breath and softly knocked on the door.. my ears tuned to the voices inside hope I’m not too late I thought, hearing the excited female voice..
 
mr z

She cried " Your slave can't master. Her hands are bound and she is helpless. Please fuck her with the dildo, so she can cum." I looked at her and smiled. I tell her " Very well, slave. Since you have pleased me so far this evening, I will let you cum." I walk back behind her again, when I hear a knock at the door. Ah, the special guest has arrived. I look around and find a leather blindfold. I place it over Cara's eyes and tell her " Do not be afraid, slave. A special guest has arrived and you will cum many times, soon." I pulled the large dildo in and out of her wet pussy two times and then left the room. I went through the hallway and went to the door and opened it. A look of regonition passed over my face, as I met the 'Duchess'. I smiled at her and invited her inside. I tell her " Perfect timing, the slave would like to cum."
 
The Duchess

“Would she now” I say smiling devilishly as I step inside. I put down the little suitcase a moment to take off my jacket and hang it over the hall-stand.
With my suitcase I proceed inside, unbuttoning my cream silk blouse with my free hand. Peaces of, what ones were, cloths are scattered around the room.
The lights are dimmed, the girl lies defencelessly tied and spread on the table, her rear invitingly lifted up. Only her boots are still on, making the whole picture even more erotic.

Placing the suitcase on the floor next to the table, my eyes fall on the more than seven inch dildo, still shining with her juices, I feel my own arousal growing seeing her and the enormous fake dick.
I gaze down at her, my eyes inspecting every inch of her creamy skin. “well, well, well..” I start, while pulling the black gloves from my fingers. She lifts up her head, startled by the female voice she can hear.. not able to see who is here in the room with her.

As soon as I have removed my gloves, my hand cups her firm ass cheek before trailing my fingertips passed her back.. feeling, inspecting the soft skin.
“So.. this is the famous, stubborn little Cara I have heard so much about..” my hand slides down again passed her spine to her ass cheeks, softly pressing my middle finger between her mounts..
The tip of my finger feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy as I feel the whole length of her slit, my finger finding its way between her folds, teasing her clit a brief moment.
Her juices are smeared as my finger slides back up to find her anus, gently circling the tight, tense opening.
“And she wishes to cum” I continue slightly sarcastic. “Well then.. better not leave her waiting then” turning to Mr Z with a vicious smile on my face.
He nods approvingly as I bend to open my suitcase and pick out a strap-on dildo at least as big as the one lying there. I hold it up to Mr Z. “Would you grant me the honour?”
 
mr z

I watch, as the Duchess, goes about Cara's body, massaging and rubbing her. She talks sweetly to her the whole time. Finally, she reaches down and pulls out a strap-on dildo. She looks at me and asks " Would you grant me the honour?" I bow towards her and wave my hand to procede.
 
Alarm sounded in my heated brain. The blindfold prevented me from seeing who it was but I could tell she was a woman.

Silky smooth fingers moved over my exposed ass. I knew they did not belong to my master. I heard the woman say, "So.. this is the famous, stubborn little Cara I have heard so much about." My clit twitched instinctively. What was this woman doing here? My mind searched for answers. I could only settle on one. This woman was here to break me! "Oh, God!" I thought as I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold.

Her skillful fingers began to explore the recesses of my pussy which I unknowingly tried to open up to her. She manipulated my clit and sensenation shot through my body. I moaned against my will. "What will I do for her?" I asked myself. When her fingers moved to my sensitive virgin hole, I tensed. This was not going in the direction I had planned. Her fingers were teasingly light on my anal opening. I felt myself wanting things I could not admit.

I heard the woman say, “And she wishes to cum” in a voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well then.. better not leave her waiting then." I had no way of knowing what this mysterious woman would do to me or how much I would want it.
 
The Duchess

Mr Z sets himself in a comfortable chair, pulling it a little closer. As I stand before him, unbuttoning my blouse I look at him, my head to one side “would you like to watch for a little while?”. He just smiles.. wickedly..
The blouse slides from my shoulders. I toss it over another chair and reach back to pull down the zipper of my skirt. In the brief silence, the sound of the zipper is kind of threatening.
I step out of the skirt, tossing it over with my blouse..

My lingerie is black of satin.. and I turn back to Cara as I strap on the dildo still in my one hand. While making sure everything is in place, tightly strapped.. I make the small step back to my little suitcase. Bending is a little awkward with the sudden enormous erection between my legs, but from experience I know that the strangeness will disappear soon.. soon I will feel it is part of me, like it is me.

From the suitcase I take out a little strap on butterfly and hold it up to Mr Z as well.. a vicious smile on my face. I take the little knob in my mouth, making it wet and smooth..
Ready.. I look once more at Mr Z to ensure his approval.. he seems very satisfied indeed.

I gaze down at Cara.. “Well.. little slave.. are you ready to cum?” I lean in, and as my fingertips trail passed her neck.. softly scratching the skin with my long nails I whisper in her ear “are you ready to be fucked like you have never been fucked before?”
 
mr z

I sat down and watch the 'Duchess' prepare. She looks at me and asks " would you like to watch for a little while', I smile my approval. She removes her blouse and then her skirt. She is very sexy in her black lingerie. She puts on the strap-on dildo. It is at least as big as the didlo inside Cara. She bends down and produces a butterfly strap-on and sucks into her mouth. She looks at me once again. I smile at her, my cock beginning to grow erect once again. She walks back to Cara and tells her " Well... little slave....are you ready to cum?" She runs her fingers down Cara's back and whispers in her ear.
 
"Yes! Yes!" I scream. I did not know who she was or what she planned for me. At this point, however, I had been driven far past caring about the identity of my tormenter. I needed a release from my sweet agony with an aching desperation.

"Fuck this slave, she needs it so badly."

I had shocked myself. I had never spoken to someone as a slave to anyone but my acknowleged master. I am not always 'Cara', the submissive sex slave. In my real life, my name is Caroline where I am a teacher. Was my alternative persona creeping into my real identity?

My throbbing cunt drove the worries from my mind. I let out a wretching cry of pure need.
 
The Duchess

I smiled down at her as she cried out "fuck this slave, she needs it so badly".. music to my ears.
I would give her an orgasm she would not ever forget. One.. Ha! Dozens before the night was over!
When the time had come for me to leave, her body would be lying over that table, ravaged.. saturated.. she would be glowing and gleaming from ecstasy.. dripping fluids of passion from her pores..

“Very well then..” I whispered. Tracing my hand passed her arched back, I got up behind her.
With one arm under her waist I lifted her pelvis just a little, the other hand took the little buzzing butterfly and found her tender love button, hidden longingly between the hot folds of her pussy.
My fingertips ensured the little gadget was in place before I took the straps and tied them around her.
Cara softly moaned feeling the soft rubber vibrate against her swollen clit. This was nothing yet..

By this time my own panties were soaking.. Turned on by the feeling of power, turned on by the thought of the pleasure I was going to give her.. only another woman could understand the extreme pleasure derived from being at someone mercy like that. And at my mercy she was.. she would be begging for mine sooner or later.

I got on the table, on my knees between her spread legs.. her lips glistered willingly at me.. from the corner of my eye I could see that the tension was not wasted on Mr Z either.. leaning back, he had taken some of the massaging oil I had used to embrocate the huge strap on dildo. Now stroking his shining and rapidly growing erection in a languid rhythm.

I licked my lips.. and leaned in, placing the dildo in the cleavage of her ass cheeks as I licked her shoulders. Teasingly biting her in between the kisses and licks.. rubbing the dildo back and forth to make her aware of the enormous size.
I felt like a man.. it felt like my dick, maybe I could not feel the blood pounding through it but I sure felt it’s desire.. the need to feel the warm, moist depths of her love cavern.
I lifted my pelvis, felt her wet folds with my fingers, rotated her eager opening as she moaned.. I took the cock at hand, slid the head slowly back and forth her slit only to tease, finally pressing against her yearning pussy forcing in the head..

Slowly I invaded her depths biting her neck and shoulders as I did.. a deep moan escaped her throat.
I forced in the whole member, slowly but surely.. and stopped when it was only completely devoured.. giving her some time to adjust to this overwhelming, work of art, substitute manhood..
 
mr z

I watched in fascination, as the Duchess began to slid her 'cock' inside Cara. Cara moaned with pleasure as the huge dildo continued to ease into her soaking wet pussy. I had grabbed some oil and was stroking my cock into another erection. I waited with anticipation, for I knew it would soon be time for me and the Duchess to train Cara at the same time.
 
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