Wanton Pleasures

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He stood in the living room of his home at ease in front of the huge fireplace. Tall and well built, he was in his early 30's with long black hair tied in a pony tail and green eyes. He was dressed in black kahkis and a black silk button up shirt. In his right hand is a Crystal glass of red wine and in his lefi is a spiked leather choke collar. he is awaiting his delivery. She is young, younger than he would usually go for, however, there was the look about her. She looked wild and untamed. He knew she had already undergone pre-training, the place where they had taught her to obey commands, however she was still defiant. That was why he had got her out early. He would bring her here and make her over wholly in a new image. He could hear the van that was bring her to him. He awaited her entrance.

(OCC more to follow soon)

 

[Wanton and wet]

Ayla arrives

The blonde who was unceremoniously shoved in the door was only 5-foot-2, but her wild mane of blonde hair, ample breasts, full lips and sparkling blue eyes insured she would be noticed wherever she went. Her name was Ayla.

Dressed in a shapeless white toga, a staple for novice slaves in training, the 22-year-old girl had been taught to obey a master, but she had yet to really learn her lessons. She still was resistent to being owned, and yet she was fulfilled when commanded by a stong and rough master. Ayla chafed, however, at following commands. She soon would learn the consequences of providing anything less than complete subservience. Yes, she yearned to be a slut whore, but rebelled at the process of getting there. She still was rebellious and willful.

Ayla looked around the strange house at which she had been left. The room she was in was dark and masculine, plenty of dark woods, leather furniture and a huge fireplace. It was then she noticed a dark and handsome man standing in front of the fireplace with a glass of wine in his hand.

"Where am I now?" Ayla asked. "And why am I here?"

 

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The reply

He stands and watches this small willowy creature enter his living rooom. He knows she is willful and resistant, however he is shocked by her blantant questions,she didnt even address him as master! Oh yes this one would need immediate attention. He fixes her with a stare, the gaze of a predator looking at some small snack. He slowly advances on her, he towers before her, looking down into her eyes. "First rule of my home you worthless bitch" he says grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling hard, "You will always address me as Master, Sir, or Lord" He punctuates each word with a hard slap accross the breasts.

Pulling her to her feet by her hair, he rips the white shift from her body leavin her completely exposed. He runs his hand up and down her body, feeling her breasts and pussy. He sinks a finger into her wet slot and pumps gently. Looking into her upturned face, he smiles slowly. "You and I where ment to be little one. You are my whore, my piece of disposible garbage. Please me and your time here will be as a wonderful dream, displease me and that dream will turn into a nightmare". With those words he snaps on her collar and attaches her leash. He stands and awaits her reaction.

 

[Wanton and wet]

"Yes Sir!"

Ayla was shocked that she was so brutally treated shortly after being deposited in the strange house. Master slapped her tits hard, causing them to redden immediately, the pain causing her prominent nipples to harden. All for asking a couple of simple questions.

Ayla fell to her knees at the initial abuse, but wasn't given time to rest. She shrieked when the tall dark man reached for her long hair and lifted her to her feet, threatening to pull out large tufts of her blonde hair. Still holding on firmly, he yanked off the formless white shift which was the only garment that covered her. Ayla felt like preening for her new owner, showing off her firm body, especially her large, meaty breasts. But she held back until she could better assess her situation and this strange man's intent.

It wasn't long in coming. Her body came alive as he roughly ran his hands all over her, squeezing her sore breasts and rubbing around her pussy. She then felt his hand sliding through her wetness before his fingers violated her pussy. She was radiant at the change from pain to pleasure and relieved to see her needs also would be met. Ayla didn't at all like being called a worthless bitch or a whore, much less a piece of garbage. She was too good for that. But, oh, did she like the feeling of a strong hand between her legs.

When tha man attached the collar around Ayla's neck and affixed the leash, she knew she had to be careful. She would acquiesce to his demands, sure, as long as it meant she would be sexually satisfied as well. But she'd be damned if she would submit to being degraded.

"Thank you, Master," she said in a sort of sing-sog manner, smiling at the stranger who held the other end of her leash. "I like the way you make me feel."

"And you'll see, I may be a bitch, but I'm not worthless," she said. "You're wrong about that."

 

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He pulled sharply on her leash cutting of her air briefly. He looks at her a slow smile spreading over his face. It does not touch his eyes. " A bitch you are, my bitch, worthless garbage is what you are untill you prove otherwise". He again yanks on the leash, "You will crawl behind me on all fours until you've earned the right to walk like a woman".

He leads her to a small room. In the room is a small pile of blankets, a water dish and a plate. There is a small bucket in the corner of the room. He leads her in and pushes her over onto the blankets. Standing above her he looks apon her lithe body. Above the blankets thers is a metal bracket. He attaches the end of the leash to the bracket and locks it. "You have enough room to move around the room and no more. Do not attempt to stand or walk on around the room. You will live here and stay here until youve earned the right to wander the house. I will attend to your needs 3 times a day at my whim. The bucket in the corner is for your use, do not get anything on the floor". He walks over to a spot on the wall and reaches up pointing to a black spot on the wall. "I will be watching you, disobey any of my rules and you will regret it".

He steps back over to her and looks apon her again. There is a blantant hunger in his eyes, a need, and it looks very unplesant. Grabbing the end of her leash, he pulls it tight, cutting off her wind. Pushing her back to the ground he falls on top of her, crushing her beneth him. He kisses her savagely, cutting her lips with his teeth. The taste of her blood appears to drive him wild, as he begins to paw roughly at her body. He tweaks her nipples hard, as he sucks the blood from her lips. His hand slides down her body, pinching and pulling at her flesh, leaving small, painful bruises. As he reaches her pussy, he pinches her clit hard. He sinks 2 fingers into her, pumping hard. Biting his way down her body, he begins to lap and bite at her clit. He sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitve head.
He continues to bite and suck at her, feeling her body react to his touch.

Rising above her he leans back on his elbows, looking at her sweat glistened body. He slowly stands, a huge bulge in his slacks. He slowly unzips them, pulling out a huge cock. He reaches down and grabs her hair. Pulling her face close, he slaps her hard with his cock. He continuse to cockslap her for a few moments, them shoves her roughly back.

Looking at her, he slowly pulls off his belt and flips her onto her stomach. He quickly slaps it acroos her thigh, hard, leaving a welt. He continuse to beat her with the belt on the thighs and ass, going as far as grabbing her legs and holding them up while paddling her ass and pussy. "Pleasure me bitch," he says in a low voice, "suck my cock deep into your whore throat".

 

[Wanton and wet]

Ayla would do anything to escape the brutal beating she was receiving. Her nipples were sore from being mercilessly pinched. Her lips were bleeding after being bitten by the man who kept her restrained. Her entire body bore the red marks from a series of bites and scratches. And her ass was on fire from the savage lashes from a leather belt.

Attached as she was to the wall by a leash, Ayla was unable to escape the heartless punishment being administered by her new master.

"Please stop, please!" she screamed. "I can't take any more. It's too much."

Ayla's pleadings made little difference to her master as she continuously was the target of continuous punishment. But then she looked up and saw a thick, veiny cock with a large bulbous head. Her new master had his hand around his cock and began to viciously smack Ayla's face with it. The hard cock left more red marks on her cheek, and caused Ayla's head to snap back from the attack. She was dazed and confused and determined to escape the beating.

Then he stopped.

"Pleasure me bitch," he said in a low voice, "Suck my cock deep into your whore throat."

On her knees before her master, his cock jutting out at eye level, Ayla grabbed his shaft, opened wide and slowly brought it to her lips, pushing it into her mouth as her tongue circled the head. Her lips grasped the shaft tight and she began to bob her head back and forth on the hot cock.

Master reached down and grabbed Ayla's wild mane and pulled her toward him, shoving his cock deep in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out at the sudden intrusion and her mouth was stuffed. Then he pulled out, and thrust back in again, repeating the oral attack over and over as he fucked Ayla's face into submission. She moaned deeply as Master used her mouth to pleasure his angry red cock.

"That's it bitch," he said. "It looks like you're not useless after all. At least your mouth works. And I want you to use it now to show me and tell me how you're going to take care of your master."

He pulled out briefly and Ayla softly said, "I want you Master. I want your cock."

Her master just laughed and began to slap her across the face with his cock again, landing blow after blow. He told her she was a pitiful slave and would have to increase the intensity of her pleadings if she was to escape the cock lashing.

"Yes! I want it, Master! Please give me your hot cock! "Ayla said, somewhat forcefully. But Master was not convinced.

He pushed his cock to her face and she opened her mouth as he plunged forward, burying himself in her mouth, pushing against her throat. Grabbing the back of her head he pistoned his cock in her mouth until Ayla's lost control, her head moving only with the thrusting of Master's meat.

"More graphic, Ayla, you filthy slut," Master said. "You need to be much more graphic and tell me what you want to do to my cock. It doesn't sound like you mean it. I've had better cock whores than you down on Main Street."

Master again assaulted her face by slapping her soundly once again, leaving streaks of saliva and pre-cum on her cheeks. They contrasted dramatically with the red marks. Ayla finally got the message.

"Yes, Master, I want you! I want your cock! I'll be your cock whore! I'll suck your hot cock whenever and wherever you desire. I want you to take that big thing and fuck my face with it! Use my mouth! Use your slave!"

Master obviously approved of her newfound sluttiness as he forcefully pushed his hard cock in Ayla's mouth, holding her head tight to him while he shoved deeper, until his large cockhead popped into her throat. Ayla gagged on the violation of her throat, and was gasping for breath, but Master held her head tightly, not allowing her to escape. When he did let her to breathe, strings of saliva dripped from her mouth to the head of his cock. Master caught the drooping strings with his cock and rubbed them into Ayla's forehead. She beginning to look more and more like a dirty whore.

"Yes! I want to feel it! I want to feel your hot cock! Slap me with it again! I want more! Use me, Master!"

Afetr several more slaps with his cock, Master shoved his meat in Ayla's face again. pumping steadily. He could feel himself becoming more excited at the bitch on her knees giving him what he wanted. He ordered Ayla to keep her hands behind her back while he grabbed large handfuls of Ayla's blonde hair on both sides of her head. He remained motionless as he used Ayla's head to jack off with. He pulled her face towards his cock and then pushed it away. Streams of drool escaped from her mouth and dripped down her chin as Master obscenely used her mouth as a sex toy.

Ayla could feel the cock pumping in and out of her mouth harden and she figured he was ready to cum. The thrusting was relentess. When her cruel Master looked down upon her he saw a defeated slut. He pulled out roughly and let Ayla know she should prepare to receive his cum. He smacked her around a bit more as he continued to hold her head with one hand. Pumping his cock quickly, Ayla knew he was about to climax. She put on one last show of vulgar pleadings, hoping Master would finally climax.

"Yes, Master, I want your cum! I want to feel it! I want to wear your seed! Spray my face! Cover me with your juices! Sperm your whore slut!!!"

With that his cock erupted, sending streams of sperm hurtling toward Ayla's mouth. His cum splashed and spurted on her face, leaving white ropes on her forehead dripping down the side of her nose, and across her cheeks. More eruptions covered the first streams of cum until Ayla's face was a slutty mess of wet slippery sperm.

Ayla's looked up at her master and met his gaze. She had been degraded by him. Whipped. Beaten. Lashed. And face-fucked roughly. She bore the many marks of her punishment. Her ass was red and sore. Her body covered with angry red welts. Her cheeks rosy from the cock lashing. As she knelt at her Master's feet, her face and hair dripping with his seed, she knew she had descended into the role of a whore. Her master's whore.

Ayla also felt the stirrings of lust between her legs.

 

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Looking down upon his cum covered whore, he knows she is the one he has been waiting for. She took her beating and greedily suck his cock dry, leaving him satisfied with his choice. He knows she will be something special. He can also see his ministrations have left the little bitch wet as hell. He walks to the door, pausing to look at her, "Dont move little cockwhore, im coming right back for you".

He returns to the room with a canvas sack. The sack is bulging with the things that are inside. Walking over to her, he squats down to her level and take her delicate chin in his huge hand. "You have made your owner proud this day my little whore. I have decided to keep you and make you my own. From this day forth you belong to me. I will use you as I please when I please. You will obey and serve me in every way possibel. I will be your husband, lover, father, master and god. All that is good in your life will come
from me. Rejoice in the gift you are about to receive". With that he opens his bag.

The first thing he pulls out is a long hank of nylon rope. Taking her arms and forcing them behind her back, he quickly ties them up. Lying her on her back he wraps the rope around her body, individualy tying each of her tits, leaving the nipples exposed. When her upper body is bound tight,, he spreads her legs wide, securing each one to the wall where her leash is attached. She is bound spred eagle, bound and helpless. He moves around and sits next to her head, humming a little song to himself. He pulls 3 more items from his bag. There is 2 solid platinum hoop rings attached by a chain and a long, thin needle.

He lowers his head to her exposed nipple, gently flicking it with his tongue. He suck it into his mouth, biting and sucking it until it is hard. He listens to her moan and gasp with plesure, pleased by the sounds his cock whore is making. Raiseing his head from her erect nipple, he picks up the needle and quicklty pierces her right nipple. The gasp of pain and slight tears it brings to her eyes brings a smile to his face. Quickly snapping the first ring in, he moves to her left nipple, qiuck repeating the process.

He sits back, drinking in her gasps and moans, pleased by what he sees and hears. He bulls another hoop, also attached to a chain out of his bag.
This one is smaller than the other two. Moving down between her legs, he begins to suck ad lap at the clit. Driving his tongue deep into her pussy, he fucks her vigorusly with his tongue.

Removing his tongue from her pussy, he quickly replaces it with 2 of his thick long fingers. Pumping them in and out of her, he again attacks her clit with teeth and tongue. Her brings her time and time again to the edge of orgasm, always pulling back just before the breaking pint, blowing air on her or rubbing her clit with a cube of ice just enough to keep the constantly on the edge. He continues this for hours, driving her wild with lust. He knows she must be close to losing her mind. Taking his long middle finger, he inserts it deep into her pussy, rubbin hard aginst her g-spot. He lowers his head again to her clit, sucking it into his mout, sucking hard, finally letting the most
intense orgasm wash over her. As she reaches the peak of her orgasm, he quickly picks the needle up and shoves it through her rock hard clit. The scream that issues from her lips is wonderful to behold. He places the hoop into her clit, attaching the chain to the one between her breasts.

He reachs down and gently grasps the chain connecting her breast to her pussy. He tugs, hard enough to make her cry out, and smiles. Stroking his thick, hard cock, he stands. Going to his bag, he pulls out a long sharp knife. he cuts her ropes, unbinding her. Reaching down and taking her by the hair, he pulls her face close to his.
"You are mine now, to do with what I wish. You are my bitch, my whore,my wife and lover. Obey me and we will live together in bliss. Disobey me in any way and you will find yourself in a world of misery."
He pulls her face to his, kissing her gently, longingly. Stroking the side of her face, he lies back, pulling her on top of him. " Show me how much you wish to please me whore, show me how much you love your master. Fuck me like the filthy, dirth cock slut I know you are.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Ayla was dazed as the forceful mouth-fucking ended. She was drained of energy from the beating she received, and from the raw sexuality of the lewd scene. She knew she must be a mess, a slutty whore covered in cum. Her body was red and raw with a myriad of red marks and bruises.

Ayla barely noticed when Master left the room, and only half heard him talking to her about being his whore. "Yes, he must think I'm a whore after our little scene," she thought. Ayla was listless and limp when he bound her wrists and tied up her tits. She could feel the tightness in her breasts as the rope squeezed them until they were a bright red. Yet her nipples were exposed. With her legs obscenely spread open, Ayla was totally vulnerable.

Only slightly aware of Master's tongue and lips on her erect nipples, Ayla settled into a mellow state, moaning and quivering over the sensations, obviously enjoying his ministrations. She could feel the cream begin to flow from between her legs. But suddenly, her eyes opened wide and she was shocked back to reality when a needle was pushed through her extended nipple.

"Aaaaaaaaiiieeee!!!! Ooooooooooooooooooooh!!!!! Oohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Fuuuuck!!!!! You're killing me!!!!!" she gasped, as she twisted her body back and forth to escape the searing pain. She saw Master attache a hoop to her abused nipple. A chained dangled from it.

Then her other breast was violated.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Noooooooooooooo!!!!!! The pain!!!!!!!! It's too much!!!!!!! Please!!! No more!!!!"

Her breasts throbbed from the brutal skewering. A small stream of blood streamed from each damaged nipple. She writhed in pain and pleasure on the floor as Master sat back and watched her struggle in her bonds.

"What a perverse bastard you are!" she screamed.

Master just grinned, bending down to lick and bite and suck at her pussy, paying particular attanetion to her extended clit. Ayla's excitement increased as he relentlessly tongued her clit, and she pushed toward his hand as he started to finger her hole roughly. Ayla's pleasure was so intense she all but forgot the pain in her tits. Master pistoned his fingers in and out of her pussy while alternating with his oral service to her clit.

"Lick the cream, Master!. Tongue my slit! My pussy is so hot for you! I love to feel your fingers inside me!" Ayla called out as she was used by her Master. "I'm so close! I want to cum all over your hand! Finger my juicy hole! Use your whore!"

Then Ayla went over the edge, a mind-blowing orgasm that took total control of her body. She lost of all control of her emotions. Her body continued to twitch and squirm as Master's hand kept thrusting into her wet cunt.

And then came the worst of all!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Nooooooooooooooooo!!!! Noooooooooooo!!!" Ayla screamed as she felt yet another needle pierce her sensitive clit. It burned as it pushed through. The pain of the piercing, timed with the height of her passionate climax, provided a strangely erotic sensation. She concentrated on her climax but could not put the agony of the needle out of her mind. She was shocked when her body rose yet again to another fierce climax. Then she passed out.

Awakened by a series of slaps to the face, Ayla numbly stared up at her cruel Master. He reached toward her and held the chains that now attached her breasts to her pussy. The pain had somewhat subsided but her nipples and clit ached tremendously. She realized she also had been freed from her bonds. Ayla shrieked when Master tugged at the chains and pulled her to her knees. He used a small piece of rope to bind her wrists behind her back and roughly grabbed her blonde hair.

"You are mine now, to do with what I wish. You are my bitch, my whore . . . . " he said, before lying back on the carpet. Ayla dully comprehended the words.

Master then pulled her toward him, the chains obscenely tugging on her sore nipples and clit. She fell on his prone body.

"Show me how much you wish to please me whore. Show me how much you love your master," he said. "Fuck me like the filthy, dirty cock slut I know you are."

Ayla struggled to her knees and straddled Master's waist. He held his cock straight up and Ayla slowly pushed down over the hard shaft. Her eyes closed with the pleasure she felt as the large cock filled her pussy. She slowly moved up and down on the meat.

"I said show me, whore!" Master ordered. "None of this gentle crap."

Ayla stepped up the pace, bouncing on the big cock. With her arms bound behind her back, she was unable to soften the blunt force of the cock fucking her pussy. Her continuous rhythmic moans and grunts were timed with the deepest penetrations of her master's cock.

"Unghh . . . Unghh . . . Unghh . . . Unghh . . . Unghh . . . Unghh . . .," she moaned as she bottomed out on the hard shaft fucking her. "Unghh . . . Unghh . . . Unghh . . . Unghh . . . Unghh . . . Unghh . . .Unghh . . . Unghh . . . Unghh . . ."

The sexily charged slut was unable to stave off the attack on her pussy. She bounced obscenely, her arms useless behind her back, her tits jiggling up and down, the chains from her nipples jangling and pulling on her tender clit. But as much as her hole was at the mercy of Master's thrusts, and as much as she tried to keep up a steady forceful rhythm on the cock, it wasn't fast enough for her tormentor.

"I said show me how much you love me, whore," he said.

And with that, he stepped up the pace himself.